Who: The Spade Pirates Where: Serenes When: April 10th-13th What:chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool Gathering supplies Warnings: Nothing more than the usual Status: Open
[A] [It's nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air for once, but, well, it's not the most exciting of places, is it? You can find Lea stretched out on the grass catching a nap, probably with a cookbook or his journal open on his chest or covering his face. Hey, everyone else is busy gathering supplies this time, right? Let them take care of it for once.]
[B] [Getting his ass kicked during the fight with the Navy was pretty humiliating and it was made even more so because it really drove home that he's totally useless when he tries to use his Keyblade to fight. He's tried to find somewhere secluded to practice where no one can find him and he can't embarrass himself, but the island is only so big...]
[Wearing an irritated scowl, Ace sat down in front of Lea. He was holding his modified naginata slung over one shoulder. He had followed him for awhile, but went somewhat undetected. After spending his youth sneaking after giant tigers and giant centipedes and giant whatevers, he had gotten used to being needlessly sneaky.
He didn't even realize he was doing the sneaking in the first place.]
[Lea crosses his arms and leans back against a tree. It's not like it's even possible to ignore Ace. You can try, but things just escalate to the point where you wish you'd just given him what he wanted right off.]
Just didn't know what sort of response you wanted is all. I'm a busy guy, you know. Things to do. No time for chit chat. So what is it?
I said "fight," not "property damage." This isn't some hair salon, you know. You burn a forest down and all the girls are gonna start crying about what you've done to the bunnies and the squirrels and all that, you monster.
[Lea really doesn't get what everyone's problem seems to be with the island. Who doesn't want to take naps in soft grass and wake up covered in chipmunks?]
Hmmm. [Ace figured there was some weird oil tycoon who bought the island that Lea knew about. Sometimes that guy said things in weird ways! The differences in their euphemisms were minimal, but Ace could infer a lot from very little and be so off course that he was in entirely new conversations.]
Well, who cares, anyway? If I wanna punch this island, I will. [Nobody asked.]
Since when was this my idea?! You're the one who showed up asking to be distracted. I just wanted to train in peace. Why don't you go punch the island?
[He feels like he needs a flowchart to follow most of his conversations with Ace.]
I'll save the hugs for when you've done a good day's work. [though he won't work you too hard. Here have an empty basket] Found some berries on the north shore. Figure we can load up on them for food and bait.
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Catchall for Lea
[It's nice to get out and enjoy the fresh air for once, but, well, it's not the most exciting of places, is it? You can find Lea stretched out on the grass catching a nap, probably with a cookbook or his journal open on his chest or covering his face. Hey, everyone else is busy gathering supplies this time, right? Let them take care of it for once.]
[B]
[Getting his ass kicked during the fight with the Navy was pretty humiliating and it was made even more so because it really drove home that he's totally useless when he tries to use his Keyblade to fight. He's tried to find somewhere secluded to practice where no one can find him and he can't embarrass himself, but the island is only so big...]
B
He didn't even realize he was doing the sneaking in the first place.]
Hey. Why've you been ignoring me?
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[Lea crosses his arms and leans back against a tree. It's not like it's even possible to ignore Ace. You can try, but things just escalate to the point where you wish you'd just given him what he wanted right off.]
Just didn't know what sort of response you wanted is all. I'm a busy guy, you know. Things to do. No time for chit chat. So what is it?
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All while forgetting that he was Ace. The rock pretty much exploded when he did that.]
Anyway, stop bein' busy! This island pisses me off and I wanna be distracted!
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[Though the whole point in coming out here was to use his Keyblade and the last thing he wants to do is embarrass himself in front of Ace.]
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[The warm, pleasant vibes the island was giving off? Not making Ace happy at all.]
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[Lea really doesn't get what everyone's problem seems to be with the island. Who doesn't want to take naps in soft grass and wake up covered in chipmunks?]
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Wait, who owns the island?
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[It isn't like they go looking for whoever is in charge when they land and this place seems totally uninhabited, but who knows?]
Maybe there's some sorta huge animal in the forest all the little ones answer to or something. Go ask one of the guys who speaks Bird.
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Well, who cares, anyway? If I wanna punch this island, I will. [Nobody asked.]
Anyway, you still wanna fight?
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[He feels like he needs a flowchart to follow most of his conversations with Ace.]
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[Ace crossed his arms and sat down stubbornly.]
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[Let's not get into who used to walk up to random strangers and ask them to fight him. Certainly not Lea.
Still, Ace wants a fight, so...
He summons his chakrams and spins them idly. Like hell he's bringing out the Keyblade and making an ass of himself.]
Just so you know, the only thing fire's gonna damage is this little arena we've got here.
A
Up and at 'em, Red. We have store rooms to fill.
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I think I liked it better when you were asking for hugs and getting all weepy.
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[He pushes the cookbook back over his face and sets the basket on the ground.]
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[essentially hunting for gossip.]
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Et voila. 'Night.
[What Thatch doesn't understand can't hurt him, right?]
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Get up. [lightly kicks the bottom of Lea's foot.] Get to work. Berry picking. Snap snap.
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[Lea drags himself to his feet. Slave driver. Why can't a guy catch a nap? It's not like the berries are going anywhere.]
No need to kick me. Gonna get that lonely picking berries by yourself?