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high_seas2014-02-20 03:44 am
sacredashes) wrote in high_seas2014-02-20 03:44 am
Entry tags:
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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I don't have a choice.
[He glances over his shoulder.]
I was dead. Whatever brought me back is involved with that legend, and that means it should be taken seriously.
Besides, I don't see any other way back. Not yet.
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So you... ['knew', he finishes in his mind. Looking away for a moment, he nods. Well, he might as well share something, as well.]
I...felt myself disappear, before I woke up here. I still feel the same way I did back home. [Referring to when his fonons were separating.]
...I agree that we should take it seriously. That's why I thought, from the start, that we need to work together.