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high_seas2014-02-20 03:44 am
sacredashes) wrote in high_seas2014-02-20 03:44 am
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closed; are you still mad
Who: Asch + crew of the Shepherd
Where: ... on the ship?
When: Mmm backdated a teeny bit to 2/18, a Tuesday.
What: Asch is out and about after moping for a week.
Warnings: PG-13 for being a jerkass.
Style: Whatever you like! [actionspam] or prose, I don't mind either.
Status: Only people on the boat, please!
[There's no shortcut back to Isla Empieza.
Asch found this out the hard way when he woke up on the ship. Having shortly realized what happened, he made it a point to avoid everyone. He'd turned it into a fine art. He didn't introduce himself unless absolutely necessary, he slammed doors, he found places to hide. He didn't care. Until he found a goddamn solution, he wasn't about to get friendly with these people.
... But, he had to contribute too. Sometimes he cooked meals here and there, or magically did chores when no one was looking, because he would have to earn his keep even if he was a prisoner.
A week is long enough for anyone to realize they're stuck. After finishing up the crew's dishes, he goes up to the deck for fresh air. He's waiting for the other person who looks just like him. That's his purpose. But besides that, he's tired of having to sneak around like a damn criminal.
He leans against the railing, journal propped open in his hands. His hair is tied back to keep it from going every which way, though the wind has other ideas; he's also ditched his tabard for now. He's still armed with a longsword at his side-- and looking every bit like he doesn't want to be here.]
Where: ... on the ship?
When: Mmm backdated a teeny bit to 2/18, a Tuesday.
What: Asch is out and about after moping for a week.
Warnings: PG-13 for being a jerkass.
Style: Whatever you like! [actionspam] or prose, I don't mind either.
Status: Only people on the boat, please!
[There's no shortcut back to Isla Empieza.
Asch found this out the hard way when he woke up on the ship. Having shortly realized what happened, he made it a point to avoid everyone. He'd turned it into a fine art. He didn't introduce himself unless absolutely necessary, he slammed doors, he found places to hide. He didn't care. Until he found a goddamn solution, he wasn't about to get friendly with these people.
... But, he had to contribute too. Sometimes he cooked meals here and there, or magically did chores when no one was looking, because he would have to earn his keep even if he was a prisoner.
A week is long enough for anyone to realize they're stuck. After finishing up the crew's dishes, he goes up to the deck for fresh air. He's waiting for the other person who looks just like him. That's his purpose. But besides that, he's tired of having to sneak around like a damn criminal.
He leans against the railing, journal propped open in his hands. His hair is tied back to keep it from going every which way, though the wind has other ideas; he's also ditched his tabard for now. He's still armed with a longsword at his side-- and looking every bit like he doesn't want to be here.]
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[The Shepherd's taken on a ton of new crew members lately, and to be honest, it's totally great! A couple of guys have still managed to mostly elude the curious eleven-year-old, and in fact, that man near the railing looks like one of them! So of course Asbel's going to walk over, a friendly smile on his face.]
Nice breeze, huh? It sure beats being cooped up inside the ship.
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I guess.
[His bangs are constantly in his eyes and he smells like brine. Yo ho, a soldier's life for him.]
Did you come up here to train?
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[Asbel nods, spinning it with one hand.] Yep! I try to practice at least a couple times a day.
[It's pretty obvious to him this man's a fighter, too. Still, it'd be kind of rude to just start swinging a sword around when he was up here first -- he's supposed to be thinking about these kinds of things now. So after a moment, Asbel lets the practice sword drop to his side again.]
Uh. It's not gonna disturb you or anything, is it? 'Cause I guess I could move to the other side of the ship if that were the case.
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You can practice here. I don't care.
[As long as Asbel doesn't start hitting him with it.]
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[Still, there's something about this guy. He can't figure out if he just wants to be left alone or if he's shy or what.]
[...Psh. Who really wants to be alone when it all boils down to it, anyway? Mind made up, the boy takes a few steps closer to Asch, and holds out his free hand.]
Probably should have introduced myself earlier, huh? I'm Asbel Lhant. What's your name?
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... Asch, [he says after a moment. He's so-- so bright-eyed. And harmless.
Very, very hesitantly, the redhead reaches out to shake Asbel's hand. He still has some diplomatic princely manners buried deep inside.
At least it's not pinky swearing.]
NO ESCAPE. You took his hand.
[To Asbel's credit, he stands up straight and gives Asch's hand one firm shake before letting go. Someone might even think he'd learned manners somewhere along the way. So this is that "Asch" Luke mentioned.]
It's nice to meet you, Asch. I hope the two of us can be friends.
[Because man, does it seem like you need it.]
That's a longsword you've got there, isn't it? [He indicates the weapon.] Are you a fighter, too?
OH NO.
I'm not here to make friends.
[Still, the little redhead's question doesn't go ignored. He glances at his side.]
... Yes. I was a knight, once. [There's nothing special about his sword, and he's not going to draw it unless he wants a fight. Which, right now, he doesn't.
Little does he know, 'knight' is a trigger word for Asbel's fanboying...]
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Uh. Yeah... But. Most people don't really plan where or when to make friends. It just sort of happens if you meet someone you like or someone you just wanna be friends with.
Wha--Seriously?? [It's too bad all the knights around here aren't really knights anymore. How does that even work? It might explain Asch being so grumpy all the time, though.]
That's really something! You know, I'm actually training so that I can enter the knight academy one day. Maybe you could show me a move or two sometime.