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high_seas2014-05-30 07:02 pm
fortyfivedegrees) wrote in high_seas2014-05-30 07:02 pm
You'll Die as you Lived
Who: Brook, Zoro, and the unfortunate crew of the Million Merrily and the Katabami Crew
Where: Aboard the Million Merrily
When: May 30th - 31st
What: Sparring and the chaos that entails
Warnings: Violence, Property Destruction, Foul Language, and Bad Jokes
Status: Closed to Brook and Zoro to start, open to the rest of the Million Merrily and Katabami Crews!
[It had been some time since Brook had done any sparring.
He'd been confined to his old ghost ship for so long that he had placated himself on simply practicing his sword routines on his own; unfortunately this was a bad habit he had ground into himself and he had almost forgotten the benefits of actually sparring with another living being. Fortunately, the last few battles he had been a part of had shown him that there was still much more improvement to his technique that could be made, and so he resolved himself to once against step into dedicated sparring in order to more accurately hone his skills.
And who better to pit his skill against than the crews very own master swordsman? After all, Zoro had been the one who had ultimately bested Ryuma on Thriller Bark when he could not, and while time had past since then, Zoro was still the standard to which Brook set to measure his sword skills against.
So silently, the skeleton waited on the top of the deck, basking in the light of the full moon. He'd chosen to fight at night simply to avoid causing problems for those topside during the day...he wasn't about to ask Zoro to hold back, and he knew that this was likely to take a more destructive turn than a normal sparring match might, so Brook chose to air on the side of caution. He rested his back against the mast and stared out into the open sea, humming a familiar tune, knowing Zoro would have gotten his message and would be arriving shortly.]
Yoho~ This should be quite interesting to see where I stand, I just hope I don't lose my head! Not that it would be fatal of course, yohohoho~!
Where: Aboard the Million Merrily
When: May 30th - 31st
What: Sparring and the chaos that entails
Warnings: Violence, Property Destruction, Foul Language, and Bad Jokes
Status: Closed to Brook and Zoro to start, open to the rest of the Million Merrily and Katabami Crews!
[It had been some time since Brook had done any sparring.
He'd been confined to his old ghost ship for so long that he had placated himself on simply practicing his sword routines on his own; unfortunately this was a bad habit he had ground into himself and he had almost forgotten the benefits of actually sparring with another living being. Fortunately, the last few battles he had been a part of had shown him that there was still much more improvement to his technique that could be made, and so he resolved himself to once against step into dedicated sparring in order to more accurately hone his skills.
And who better to pit his skill against than the crews very own master swordsman? After all, Zoro had been the one who had ultimately bested Ryuma on Thriller Bark when he could not, and while time had past since then, Zoro was still the standard to which Brook set to measure his sword skills against.
So silently, the skeleton waited on the top of the deck, basking in the light of the full moon. He'd chosen to fight at night simply to avoid causing problems for those topside during the day...he wasn't about to ask Zoro to hold back, and he knew that this was likely to take a more destructive turn than a normal sparring match might, so Brook chose to air on the side of caution. He rested his back against the mast and stared out into the open sea, humming a familiar tune, knowing Zoro would have gotten his message and would be arriving shortly.]
Yoho~ This should be quite interesting to see where I stand, I just hope I don't lose my head! Not that it would be fatal of course, yohohoho~!
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Indeed, it seems we made quite the mess~
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Oh well, when Motochika gets done with the crow's nest, he can fix that too. [he has decided]
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[Nothing like a good sparring match to get your stomach rumbling. For the one among them to have a stomach anyways.]
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...we can still raid the fridge and the liquor cabinet.
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[Brook said, letting the statement hang in the air for a few moments.]
I'll handle the food, you procure the drinks~
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[he smacks Brook in the shoulder as he leads the way to the galley. The liquor cabinet has their names on it!]
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With any luck, there will still be some leftovers from dinner!
[He said with a chuckle as he followed Zoro. He wasn't much of a cook, so if there wasn't something premade, there was a 50 percent chance the kitchen might accidentally catch on fire.]
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[With Luffy around, what are leftovers? But there should be some, all the better for Sanji not to kill them both later. He'll leave that search to Brook while he pulls a couple of bottles from the liquor cabinet and inspects them. Rum? Wine? Sake. Yes, that'll do.]
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It seems there's quite a bit left! Sanji-san has certainly adapted to Luffy's eating habits well.
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That'll do just fine. Nothing like a midnight snack to tide me over on watch.
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[Brook had gone to fetch some plates and set them out as he began to fill them up with the food he'd gotten. Glasses wouldn't be necessary between crewmates after all, especially where alcohol was involved.]
I think I might join you, my bones are restless this evening and I just can't imagine sitting still for the rest of the evening.
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[Crap, he set himself up for that one.]
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There's nothin' wrong with your swordsmanship, Brook.
[They may come from different schools of technique, but even now he can't see any flaws in the technique itself.]
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[Brook had been alive for the better part of 88 years, so he knew better than most the virtue of learning from those around you.]
My weakness lies in simply being overpowered by stronger opponents, so perhaps with your help I can adjust my technique to counteract that. It might be okay when sparring with you, Zoro-san, but an opponent will be far less willing to help put me back together again should I meet the same end results.
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[While he knows what the Brook of the future is capable of, he has absolutely no idea how he got there, whether it was self-taught or learned from another. Zoro would never be able to advise him, there.]
It's like I told Keimi, though. There's different kinds of strength. What works for one person might not be good for another.
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[Brook said with a laugh, taking a long draft from the sake bottle before letting out a loud belch that echoed off the galley walls.]
Well, I can put as much of my mind as I have left together with yours at least, yohohoho~!
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[nice one.]
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[With that, Brook handed over the sake to his crewmate and took a large bite of the meat in front of him. Even cold, it was still as delectable as when it was made, truly a testament to Sanji's cooking skills]
Herfs to goouf healf!
[Maybe it would have been more clear if he wasn't talking with his mouth full, but the sentiment rang true either way.]