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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 20, 2013 15:01:39 GMT -5
"Here. This is yours so you can have it. However, I'd like to keep onto this cluster of papers on his physical condition and these two photos, the one of him on the table and this one of him alone. It might help us locate him but it's your decision. These other ones I wouldn't mind you keeping,"
"Sorry, I know they might be important, but I made a promise. I have to keep the ship exactly the way it was, so when everyone else comes back, it'll be like they never left."
Sam didn't like to have to do this to the siblings, but she was obliged to keep everything from the ship, on the ship. That meant taking all the papers back, as they were not even hers to give in the first place. If she could guess, they probably belonged to Mr. Dark, and she was sure he definitely would want them back. After Phil explained their reason for doubting her, Sam was able to calm down a bit, able to speak with them evenly. Not as likely to sic the giant bird on them. It was hard then, when they could drop their misgivings and act kindly, when she could not out of obligation.
"He looks really sad but this is the kind of face he would have when he was with us. He must have been happy with you guys."
"Yeah, I'd... like to think that he was. I know what these... pictures may look like, but I can promise you he was never like this. Not here at least, not with us."
They started out in Mock Town. There was a jungle island with vicious plants, and an island with "monsters". There was a grand city turned to ruin, nasty bit of business that, she still had nightmares about it from time to time. And there was a tower, lost one there. A treacherous town of criminals, picked one up there. Of course there was that lab under the sea, both picked up and lost a few there. After that, well it was an island with real monsters, though she barely remembered it. Finally there was that nice coastal town, turned black and white by that technicolor fiend. That was it, no more crew after that. Sure there was a little bit more, but they weren't the full crew anymore. Not without the captain or the navigator. Phil caused Sam to remember it all, and how bitter a lot of the memories were. As bad as some of them might be though, they were so overshadowed by the good, that they were nothing but a mere footnote. Sam remembered the good, and remembered why it was that she still sailing, even on her own. A hope, however small, that things hadn't truly ended. Merely put on hold, for the time being.
"I hope you can forgive us for accusing you like that. It's been so long since we've seen him. Do you have any clue where he and this captain might be?"
"I can... try." Phil's words made her realize something. This wasn't just about her, and it wasn't just about the Phantom Hawks. She knew she couldn't be the only one looking for them, for whatever reason, and here was just that; another person, searching. She had to keep things the way they were, but she had a feeling that if she did find the others, they would be more cross with her if she did not help these people. At least that is, Hil would be. A reminiscent smile found its way across her face, and slowly, uneasily she handed back the papers that the siblings had wanted. After all, if they really were that important, then she was sure Mr. Dark had laying around. "I haven't seen him in a long time either, any of them. Why do you think I'm looking for them in the first place? If I knew where they were, I'd be there... if I find them though, I'll be sure to tell Hil about you. If you find him first though... would you do me the same courtesy?"
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Post by CJ on Mar 24, 2013 20:35:15 GMT -5
As soon as Sam said she couldn't give them the papers, Zeek immediately began to rummage through some bags in the back of Phil's wheelchair. Phil herself looked somewhat taken back but didn't protest or fight. She held onto the documents for a brief second and handed them off.
"Of course," Phil smiled sadly. "If we find him first, we'll tell him that you're looking for him."
The pirate captain was somewhat surprised when Sam actually gave her back the documents. Zeek immediately took them out of her hands and started to take pictures of them on the deck with a previously unseen camera.
"At this point, I'm a bit flustered to think we could even talk to him again," Phil continued with yet another sigh. "I thought his body was stolen, not that he walked out of his grave and went sailing."
"No," Zeek responded coldly, "he probably was taken by someone at first, whoever took this picture of him on the operation table. It's not likely these were all taken by the same person. The table one is too professional. My guess is that it's part of a set we're not privy too."
He casually handed the documents back to Sam. With a slight nod, it seemed he was somewhat thankful for her gesture.
"What I'm saying is that he was likely resurrected later somehow, but for what purpose I don't know."
"Weird," Phil rolled her eyes to Sam apologetically for Zeek's behavior.
Meanwhile, Val's eyes were glued to War. Sometime in the conversation between Sam, Phil and Zeek, he assumed his Zoan's Hybrid form. The purple lace and spandex finally fit him... well, her appropriately but the bathrobe covered her enough to prevent any distraction. Her antenna shifted to and fro as she stared at War. Something was clearly bothering her about him.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 24, 2013 23:55:37 GMT -5
"What I'm saying is that he was likely resurrected later somehow, but for what purpose I don't know."
"Oh wait, I think I remember hearing something about a place called Thriller Park? Something like that, a doctor named Hogwash was working with... well, zombies. If anything, I'd probably start there."
Sam was at least mildly curious as to the device that Zeek had used on the papers. Some kind of copying device perhaps? It was possible that she had seen a camera in her travels before, but they were always giant bulky flash bulb units, nothing like a little pocket camera. She heard what he said about Hil's body being taken, and she suddenly recalled back something she had heard in passing more than once. She didn't enjoy saying it, and hesitated in labeling Hil as a zombie to his siblings, though there was the chance that it was important information.
"Tick tock. Sooner I can help you folks along to your next destination, sooner I can get help for that boy that took a bullet."
Sitting on the railing, War had his headphones on now, having to wait as long as he had and he was tilting his head to the side to match an unheard beat. Taking out a pocket watch he opted to speak up when he saw the time. He was well past schedule, and chances were his men were looking for him now. Putting the watch away, he looked up again but noticed Val staring at him.
"Yes? You need something?"
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Post by CJ on Mar 27, 2013 23:07:40 GMT -5
"Thriller Park," Zeek repeated with wide eyes. "I'm sure I've read about that somewhere, though I know it's called Thriller Bark. It's the world's largest pirate ship. I don't know about a Hogwash though..."
"It's a better place to start than any. Hil might be himself he still was turned into a zombie for a reason. Let's find out about this Hogwash and get some answers."
Phil folded her hands in her lap and smiled up at the last remaining Phantom Hawk.
"Thank you, Sam. You and your Tiki have been wonderful. I hope to see you soon. Please, take care of that boy."
The siblings took note of War's warning and went to leave quickly. After all, concern for Cid's safety was a chief concern of Phil's. Before they exited the ship, Zeek stopped and bowed apologetically.
"Was Val staring at you? Sorry, he does that sometimes. Please don't take any offense."
But Val was still glaring at him, even now as they went down the ramp to mainland. The siblings were going to keep to the shadows, hiding from the public eye until things calmed down so they could escape.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 28, 2013 17:02:47 GMT -5
"Thank you, Sam. You and your Tiki have been wonderful. I hope to see you soon. Please, take care of that boy."
"Oh no, it's fine..." Sam scratched her head and looked at the floor, a little bashful for the praise. The giant bird as well heard his name, seeming to understand what was being said more or less, and bobbed his head up and down and crooned. "Good luck, I hope you find what you're looking for!"
She followed after the siblings until she reached the rail, calling after them as she waved goodbye. She was inclined to change her opinion of them more now towards the positive end of the scale; they certainly were nice people once you got to know them, and wouldn't she have something to tell Hil if she found him again. That is, before the other Zuberi's did.
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"Was Val staring at you? Sorry, he does that sometimes. Please don't take any offense."
"Wasn't planning on taking any, no. Anyway, lets get you folks on your way then, shall we?"
War followed after the siblings, intent on helping them to their desired destination. If it was a ship they needed or transport, he would be more than happy to provide. As well, with him in tow, people would think twice about messing with the siblings. Marines because of the Vice Admiral with them. Government personages because of the World Noble with them.
"Don't worry about the kid, once we run across any of my men, I'll have the word out to send medics to the Ensign's ship for assistance."
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"Oh jeez... oh jeez, hang on..."
Sam looked over Cid in his state in the medical room in the ship. After the siblings had left with War, she immediately set about getting the ship out of port. She didn't believe for a second that War would honestly send over a medical team, and even if he did, she wouldn't trust them. No, she could help Cid on her own, with the facilities and supplies aboard. After all, her time in the marines meant she received a basic know-how of many necessary tasks, first aid included. She almost never needed to use that knowledge, and she was probably a bit rusty, but she didn't need to perform brain surgery or anything. She was confident that she could deal with a bullet wound at least.
"I think I remember how to do this, what did they say in basic training again? Remember the A B C D E's, first make sure he's breathing..."
The more she tried to remember what she had been taught and the more she thought about what she needed to do though, the less confident she became. Already she was having trouble preparing the space, having to look for all the right supplies in a room she had hardly ever been in, in the first place. As well she tried to put on a pair of gloves in preparation, but there weren't any that could accommodate her still-webbed hand. Thus, she ended up with one normal gloved hand, and the other with an oven mitt. Every so often she was distracted as well, by a loud squawking.
"Quiet! I know what I'm doing! Probably! I just need to remember..."
Tiki had followed her below deck, just as he followed her most everywhere unless told otherwise. Unfortunately, while he could fit in the corridors below deck, he couldn't actually fit through the doors of the rooms. Thus, only a giant bird head stuck through the doorway, chirping up a storm and being an overall nuisance. All in all, things looked grim for poor Cid.
The doctor was in!
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Post by Kuro on Mar 29, 2013 13:26:56 GMT -5
A gloved hand gently placed itself onto Sam's, moving it down to her side. It then opened a drawer and calmly took out various medical instruments. The other hand pulled a small medical table closer to the boy and then laid out the medicines and tools onto it. The hidden eye looked at the boy and his injuries and a moment later, at the girl.
"Do not worry yourself, Sam. I will fix the boy."
The doctor in black pulled over a stool and sat on it, ready to work. The bleeding was not the main problem, for it was then the boy would have bled out by now. That there were two entry wounds and one exit wound meant that there was a bullet to remove before any further treatment, however. As he picked up a scapel and forceps and began to work as calmly as he had grabbed the tools from the drawer, he spoke to Sam with a tinge of care in his otherwise monotonous voice, the mixture of care and emptiness that she was used to.
"I am sorry for not appearing on the deck when you arrived, Sam. Meeting you was not the first thing War did when he came to this ship. He had placed bombs throughout the ship and then spoke to you and the others as a distraction. He had not known of my presence and so, I was able to defuse and dispose of the bombs as he stayed on the deck. He had promised to send a medical team, had he not? It would have been an extermination unit, sent to either confirm our deaths if the bombs had gone off or to kill us if the bombs had failed.
You were wise not to trust him, Sam. In fact, you have done very well in escaping the marines. Do not feel as if it was only because of the others that you survived; they had the combat prowess, but you were the one able to bind them together for your own purposes. For all of their power, they are nothing but tools, and you used them effectively. When they turned against you, you convinced them to leave in peace.Good work."
He was practically done with the operation. He had removed the bullet and stopped the bleeding; now he was applying the bandages. "I had left the documents of Hil out on purpose. Now, they will find him for us while we look for other ways to achieve our goal.
This boy on the table will most likely prove useful as another member for our group. We should look for more at our next stopping point. We will need all of the help we can garner if we are to regroup the Phantom Hawks."
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Post by CJ on Mar 29, 2013 22:29:36 GMT -5
"Phantom Hawks," Cid suddenly gasped to Mr. Dark. "Belial. Belial!"
The boy squirmed. His metal legs clanged and shook the table as he brought them up and down. His eyes opened for a moment and then closed them and resumed his normal sleep.
Mr. Dark would likely sense Cid was intensely afraid of loneliness. Despair clouded his dreams, memories of countless nights alone with none other than the space octopus he called his only friend.
One of the cabinets opened up, revealing Titan hidden inside. He clambered down and stretched his tentacles until he landed on the counter below. He stared at Mr. Dark and Sam with his, arguably, adorable eyes.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 29, 2013 23:12:17 GMT -5
"You were wise not to trust him, Sam. In fact, you have done very well in escaping the marines. Do not feel as if it was only because of the others that you survived; they had the combat prowess, but you were the one able to bind them together for your own purposes. For all of their power, they are nothing but tools, and you used them effectively. When they turned against you, you convinced them to leave in peace. Good work."
"Well yeah but... I would have liked it if you had been there, I'm not really good at... well, talking to people like that. I mean I didn't plan for everything to happen, it sort of just... did."
When Mr. Dark arrived, Sam just let him take over the procedure. After all, he was the resident doctor, so there was no real need for her to get involved now that he was there.
"I had left the documents of Hil out on purpose. Now, they will find him for us while we look for other ways to achieve our goal. This boy on the table will most likely prove useful as another member for our group. We should look for more at our next stopping point. We will need all of the help we can garner if we are to regroup the Phantom Hawks."
"Yeah, I guess... I'm not trying to get some network of spies going or to become an evil mastermind though, I just want to find everyone else. Don't you?"
It made sense, what Mr. Dark was saying, but she wasn't sure she agreed with him on all of it. He was the older one than her though, with more experience. He was smarter too, and he was her friend. She trusted him, so there was no reason to doubt he had their best interests in mind. She just felt that maybe there were other ways of going about it, but until she could think of those ways, she'd just go along with what he said and had in mind.
Taking a step back as he worked, she simply plonked down, and looked at the octopus that was doing the same to her.
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"Mr. Hobo should be fine now, after Mr. Dark took care of his injuries... everyone else got what they were looking for, well mostly... and we're on our way, I'd say we did a pretty good job, eh Tiki?"
The giant bird soaring overhead called down in affirmation. After the procedure to help Cid out, Sam busied herself with getting the boat to set sail once again. After all, she wasn't about to just wait around till War got back, or till his men got there. No, everything had been accomplished, all the strangers she had met had gone their separate ways, and she had seen many a thing during her stay here. Many things, which she wish she hadn't, but that was in the past now. The open ocean was ahead, the ship was ready and sailing, and she was behind the wheel. That was all that ever mattered, being able to just go anywhere. Freedom. And though she didn't have many people with her, there was at least one more now, for however long and for better or worse. She felt, at the very least, that her chances of finding the rest of the crew were a little better now.
Feeling the ocean breeze and the light of the rising sun against her face, she closer her eyes and sighed in relief. What an odd adventure that had been.
"You're pretty good at running a ship on your own."
It seemed the adventure wasn't over, not yet. Her heart froze in her chest, but she didn't open her eyes. She had no worldly idea how War had gotten on board, now that they had shoved off and were leaving the bay behind. Even more, how he had managed to avoid Tiki's detection in the process. Either way though, he was here now, sitting on the side railing down on the midship.
"Well it's a pretty small ship."
Moving to the front of the upper deck, to see if War was by himself. Indeed he was, though that didn't mean all that much. There was no way Mr. Dark could ever beat him in a fight, let alone she herself. She knew that at any time he could, if he wanted, simply beat everyone aboard into submission and just turn the boat right back around. It was the crew's boat, and she was holding it as one of the only members of the crew, but that didn't change the fact that War was in control of the situation.
"So, you got rid of all the other people, one by one... now it's just me. Time to collect Sam, on what you owe."
"Ok, but first let me just- Tiki, sunset!"
War had expected her to try something. She hadn't evaded him this long without managing to learn a few tricks. What he did not expect though, was a giant Kingfisher to swoop by and knock him over the side. Perhaps if she had used some sort of conventional method of communication he could have acted beforehand, but what the heck did sunset mean? The bird crashed into him with its talons and sent him careening over the edge, and though he tried to grab on to something to prevent this, it all happened too fast. Before he knew it, he was in the water, and more and more found himself unable to move.
"Good job, that was amazing!"
After performing the initial flyby, the giant bird came back and landed on the deck. Sam in response ran up and hugged him, singing his praises. For as long as she had been traveling with him, she had developed something of a system of commands and directions to work with him, which were not intuitive so that someone couldn't immediately understand what she meant when she spoke to the bird. In this case, sunset was the equivalent to port side of the ship, because as they had sailed it was the side the sun always set on. Thus, when she shouted it out, Tiki was already aware of the hostile presence that was war. Hearing her direction though, he knew to get rid of him, towards the left side of the boat. It had taken quite a bit of time to get the system working in the first place, but it had clearly paid off.
"Sorry Sir, but I'm not ready to go back. Not yet. I've got stuff to do, but I'll let you think it over down there in all that... water."
Standing at the side, Sam leaned over the edge and called down to War as he flailed about in the water, trying and failing to keep afloat. Those devil powers never really worked with swimming, so there wasn't anything he could do otherwise. Sam chuckled to herself as she pressed off the rail, and went back to steering the boat. Tiki after her, hopped over to the edge and looked down, chirping in response.
"Well... yeah, he's going to drown probably, but he's always... been so..."
She only made it a few paces, but turned back to the bird to defend her decision. After all she had been through, just today, she felt like she had earned it. Why was it that she always had to be at the mercy of these people, just because she owed them something, or was in debt to someone. It wasn't fair... but then, she wasn't a murderer. Tiki chirped again, and her gaze dropped to the floor, feeling decidedly guilty about what she had done.
A single lifesaver was tossed overboard and landed in the water near to War where he'd be able to grab it, flailing around as he had been. Grabbing on for dear life, he took a few moments to cough up water and catch his breath, before shouting after Sam about this and that and how she wouldn't get away that easily. Regardless, the vessel just continued onwards, slowly but surely leaving Sabaody Archipelago and all its troubles behind.
Eventually once it was far enough out of port, a lone flag bearing the emblem of a winged skull was raised.
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A few hours later and Cid still wasn't awake, though she kept checking on him to see if he was alright. A ways away from Sabaody now, she had managed to locate a shoal and drop anchor. She had been up all yesterday and night after all, and she was tired. Everyone could use some rest she figured, and they were in a pretty inconspicuous place; just a stones throw from the massive mountain range of the Red Line in the distance which extended beyond the clouds above. Once Cid was responsive again, they could head for a more civilized, or populated place.
Ok, so that definitely happened before that. That too, but that came after. I think.. that's the right order?
Sitting in her room, before Sam planned to go to sleep, she wanted to get her journal in order. After Vasil had destroyed a lot of her work back in the hotel, she was worried she might lose some of it. After painstakingly reorganizing it all however, she was able to fill in the gaps and set everything right once more. At the moment, she was busy recalling what had happened during the missing time, but she was almost done and ready to go to sleep.
With Mr. Dark keeping vigil over Cid, and Tiki keeping watch for anyone on approach, she felt like she could get some well-earned rest. Already, she was having trouble keeping her eyes open anyway.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 30, 2013 13:09:32 GMT -5
As she wrote, something appeared in the corner of Sam's eye without any warning. No sound or any other indication had been made of his presence, but Mr. Dark sat on Sam's bed, watching her all the same. When he could tell that she had noticed him, he spoke.
"Cid does not require medical attention at the moment. At this point, all he needs is rest. For now, I would simply like to be here with you. You have had a long day, Sam. It is unfortunate that longer days await us, but you have proven more than capable of succeeding.
In the medical room, you said that you had not planned for anything to happen, that the events simply occurred. That does not make you a plaything of chance and fortune. It simply means that in the face of several random, outlandish events and dangers, you were able to adapt. You might think that you only fumbled through the situation but in reality, sub-consciousy or not, you put yourself in control of the situation. You did not comply at the first demand of the Zuberi's to give them the photos. You were faced by powerful pirates angry and hungry for information, but you denied them and held out against their insults and threats. You only gave them what they wanted because you chose to, since at that point they had been ready to leave without the pictures. You have heard this from me already, but you are much more competent than you believe.
On that matter, were you surprised by the behavior of the Zuberi's? They used you to get to the ship and the instant they saw the documents, they turned against you. After you had helped them to escape the Marines and live another day, they insulted you and accused you of having sinister intentions for your friend. Despite your help, they treated you as trash. They apologized, but only because they saw that you would not be moved by their disgusting behavior. Like so many others, they cannot be trusted. So many cannot be trusted, but as knowledgeable as you are, you already know this. Until we find the others, you need only trust me, Tiki, and most importantly, yourself."
He looked at the journal Sam was writing in and when his head moved, it seemed as if all of the shadows in the room shifted. "Would you like for me to assist you? I was not present for your entire venture, but perhaps I can be of some use if you so will it."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 31, 2013 2:36:04 GMT -5
"In the medical room, you said that you had not planned for anything to happen, that the events simply occurred. That does not make you a plaything of chance and fortune. It simply means that in the face of several random, outlandish events and dangers, you were able to adapt. You might think that you only fumbled through the situation but in reality, sub-consciousy or not, you put yourself in control of the situation. You did not comply at the first demand of the Zuberi's to give them the photos. You were faced by powerful pirates angry and hungry for information, but you denied them and held out against their insults and threats. You only gave them what they wanted because you chose to, since at that point they had been ready to leave without the pictures. You have heard this from me already, but you are much more competent than you believe."
"Well I mean... I wasn't trying to be in control at least, I don't think I like being in charge..."
By now she was just kind of used to Mr. Dark creeping around and showing up out of nowhere like that. She was comfortable enough with him that she didn't feel subservient to him, and could call him by his given name. Still though, she had asked him not to just traipse around like that and appear at random, at least not without letting her know. There were times when she wanted some privacy but he never seemed to care. By now, she was just used to it, though it still wasn't natural enough that she wasn't at least annoyed by it a little.
In this instance though, seeing him again wasn't bad at all. Most of what he said was true.
"On that matter, were you surprised by the behavior of the Zuberi's? They used you to get to the ship and the instant they saw the documents, they turned against you. After you had helped them to escape the Marines and live another day, they insulted you and accused you of having sinister intentions for your friend. Despite your help, they treated you as trash. They apologized, but only because they saw that you would not be moved by their disgusting behavior. Like so many others, they cannot be trusted. So many cannot be trusted, but as knowledgeable as you are, you already know this. Until we find the others, you need only trust me, Tiki, and most importantly, yourself."
"Yeah that is sort of true I guess... but they still are Hil's family, and he can't choose what they're like. If helping them helps him, then I'm happy to help them, even if they were... are pretty mean. Even if we don't find the others though, we can trust Mr. Hobo... right?"
The more Mr. Dark spoke ill of them, the more Sam was inclined to agree with him, that the Zuberi's weren't all that great. Maybe she was biased in her perception of them, and it affected her opinion. Mr. Dark though, he understood people, and he could watch them from a distance. He was usually right about these things. She would still have helped them even if she acknowledged that they were horrible people, but she didn't have to like it.
As for the other factor, Cid, she was less sure of. While the Zuberi's had a definitive effect on her goal, it was unclear how Cid fit into that picture. On this matter, she deferred to Mr. Dark entirely, for he was much wiser than her on these matters.
"Would you like for me to assist you? I was not present for your entire venture, but perhaps I can be of some use if you so will it."
"Oh right... well I managed to get most of the descriptions down. Of the places, the things I saw and did there. I was about to write about the people I met though, descriptions for them, about them. I have to mention the Zuberi's, and everyone else, so I could probably use some help with that..."
She had only one chair, but she didn't expect Mr. Dark to sit down anyway. Instead she scooted it in place so that she didn't have to turn all the way around to see him, and she slowly held out some of her papers for him to see.
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Post by Kuro on Mar 31, 2013 14:46:40 GMT -5
Mr. Dark took the papers from Sam's hands and looked through them, although it was hard to tell whether or not he was skimming it or just reading everything very quickly. He handed them back to Sam when he was done and reached into his coat to pull out a black notebook and pen. Sam had seen the book at least once during the time the Phantom Hawks had sailed together, but it had most likely just been a passing glance or blur. Now she could see it in front of her. The notebook was small but thick and seemed rather old, the leather cover covered in marks and each of the pages having torn edges. With a click, he took off the book's latch, flipped to a page, and placed onto the desk for Sam to see. "Here is my analysis of the Zuberi's, Vasil, Cid, and War, although I doubt you need assistance with the last one. If the font is too small, tell me and I will read it to you."The text was black, elegant, and as Mr. Dark had warned, rather small, although still legible with some effort. There was a paragraph for each person and two paragraphs on each page. The paragraphs were not a series of connected sentences, but a precise list of descriptive factors. There was, for example, the description of Philomena Zuberi. Name: Philomena "Phil" Zuberi Gender: Female Age: Most likely early thirties Birthday: Unknown Homeland: Most likely Alabasta, Hil's homeland Height: 5'10 (seems smaller as she is usually seated, wheelchair bound) Weight: Light Build: Slim, weak Hair: Stark black Skin: Pale, freckled Eye Color: Dull brown Blood Type: Most likely A- Race: Human Alliance: Hil's Family Psychological Analysis: She appears friendly through a pleasant demeanor, but this is a façade. She is eager to turn on those she no longer sees as useful and enjoys hurting them. In order to seem like the nice person of her crew though, she counts on her brothers to commit unethical acts and enjoys watching them do so, although she will say otherwise. She herself believes that she is friendly and assures herself that this lie is true because she does not act unethically, ignoring the fact that she lets her brothers do such things for her with but a faint pretense of protest. Weapons: None seen as of yet
Devil Fruit: None seen as of yet
Rokushiki Ability: None seen as of yet
Appearance: Philomena's black hair falls down in waves to her waist. She is usually adorned with a noble, black uniform. She always seems like she is in pain, though she carries herself proudly. She is prone to wearing expensive, silver jewelry. Her wheelchair is dark black with the exception of the rainbow colored spokes of her wheels.
Since there were only two paragraphs to a page and six paragraphs for Sam to read, she would have to turn the page to see the descriptions of Cid and War. When she did, she would see that the text beyond War's paragraph was unreadable in a rather odd way. There was indeed pages and pages of writing before and after the six paragraphs, but they seemed more like random lines put together than anything else. While that was the general truth of the written word, these letters did not seem like letters of a foreign language or gibberish; the undecipherable words almost seemed blurred. It would probably even hurt for her to try to read it, so it was best if she simply looked at the paragraphs Mr. Dark had shown to her. Not only that, but it would have been incredibly rude to just flip through his entire notebook when she was only meant to look at three pages. As Sam looked at the notebook, Mr. Dark spoke. "We cannot trust him, especially since we know so little of him. However, we can work with him. One does not need to trust those who he or she works with. Do not think of him as an enemy on board your ship and do not treat him as such. Interact with him as you would with a crew member, but do not trust him entirely. Keep in mind that he could turn on you at anytime."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 2, 2013 16:42:41 GMT -5
"We cannot trust him, especially since we know so little of him. However, we can work with him. One does not need to trust those who he or she works with. Do not think of him as an enemy on board your ship and do not treat him as such. Interact with him as you would with a crew member, but do not trust him entirely. Keep in mind that he could turn on you at anytime."
"Ok, I'll try... but he seems so harmless, how old is he even? And that octopus!"
Sam took her book back, and Mr. Dark's advice with it. It seemed she would have to try harder if she was to live up to Mr. Dark's expectations and plans. That is, if he even had any. She believed he did though, and that was enough for her. After all, if she didn't do well enough, he might leave her behind like the others.
~~~ Some Time Later ~~~
"No no, you do the three steps back, but you don't actually move forward after that. You just step forward and tap, then back and tap, but that's it."
It was late morning and the Johnson drifted across the waves in its path. After leaving Sabaody, Sam had decided to turn back rather than to go forward. After all, only the New World lie beyond, and she knew she didn't want to go there. From what she heard, she doubted even that the other Phantom Hawks would go there. Not like they were, not on their own, save for one maybe.
At the moment she was trying to teach Cid how to do the Electric Slide, something of a necessary skill if one were to travel aboard. Tiki meanwhile soared off in the distance, dropping down to the water every so often and rising back up with a shark or something similar.
"If we had the music, I could show you better. It makes sense when you hear it, it's a lot easier."
After Cid had recovered, Sam showed him around the boat, and went through the general rules. The rules that, in the absence of everyone else, were completely meaningless. Save for one; that none of the previously occupied rooms be at all disturbed. There was plenty of space and even other rooms otherwise, she just didn't want the other crewmates possessions or living spaces tampered with. Effectively, she wanted the ship to be exactly the same way as it was when they left, so that they would have no trouble reclaiming their old roles.
As an aside, it had not been very long since leaving Sabaody so it would be hard to gauge the difference. If Cid was the perceptive type though, he would notice that despite having more than enough time, Sam at least appeared rather tired. Looking like she hadn't slept in many days, it didn't seem to make sense as she was adhering to about as normal a sleep cycle as one could when at sea and having to run a ship more or less on their lonesome.
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Post by CJ on Apr 3, 2013 16:36:51 GMT -5
Cid was enjoying the good weather. He wore his nice pants but decided to not wear his shirt. His bandages covered most of his upper torso. He expressed some disappointment in not being able to wear some of the clothes Kusu left behind since he only had one set of clothing but kept quiet otherwise.
In fact, he was very attentive to Sam's orders. If the boy could be described in one word, it was "grateful." He was highly aware of how easy they could have abandoned him back on the Archipelago.
"Hmmm... I still don't get it," he commented on the Electric Slide, stomping his metal foot on the ground. "I bet if Titan had legs, he would. He's very smart, I think."
Cid laughed as he tugged on Titan's tentacles. The octopus was perched on top of his head. It looked rather cutely at Sam.
"This has been the best time of my life!" he exclaimed, twirling in a circle. "I got to meet Prince Vasil and Valentine Zuberi. Then I was saved by you guys and, what do you know, you're part of the Phantom Hawks, the group I've been looking for forever!"
Pressing his fingers together, he looked up at Sam sadly.
"Sam, you... don't suppose I could stay with you guys, would you? You're the nicest prettiest lady I know. I could work and clean and cook if you wanted me to."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Apr 8, 2013 15:27:38 GMT -5
"Sam, you... don't suppose I could stay with you guys, would you? You're the nicest prettiest lady I know. I could work and clean and cook if you wanted me to."
At some point while he was speaking, something Cid said caused Sam to grit her teeth in response, such that a tooth actually audibly snapped. She didn't seem to mind though, and spit it out to the floor.
"I can cook and clean just fine on my own, I always have been. It's just... I mean why would you want to stay? We can take you wherever you need to go just fine, but it's not like we're doing much otherwise."
It was not that she was opposed to Cid staying on. Well maybe she was, a little. Mr. Dark did say she wasn't supposed to trust anyone, but even so she was wasn't sure she liked the idea of having a dependent whom was not of the actual crew aboard. Partly because she didn't want to have to be responsible for him or have to worry about his safety and wellbeing all the time, but mostly because the longer he stayed, the greater the chances were that he could grow accustomed to the ship. Make it his home.
"What did you think we would be doing, if you stayed?"
The problem was more than just the possibility that he might mess with other's rooms and possessions on the ship. It was that, there was only one goal Sam had in mind in her life now, and that was to find the rest of the crew. Cid, for as great a person as he might have been did not fit into that goal, in her mind. Perhaps he could, eventually, but not right now.
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Post by CJ on Apr 8, 2013 16:08:32 GMT -5
"You're looking for The Phantom Hawks and I'm looking for The Phantom Hawks. So we'd be looking for The Phantom Hawks!" Cid cheered, tugging harder on Titan's tentacles. The poor octopus's eyes spun in slight distress.
His metal feet stomped on the deck as he got uncomfortably close to Sam.
"You guys saved my life. Belial, especially. His cute bubble power saved my life after my house collapsed. I've always wanted to thank him but I don't know where he went."
What kind of event could Cid be talking about? There was likely one that Sam might think of that could have possibly fit his description. In that case, it might have been a good explanation as to why he was traveling alone.
"You and your friends are the best thing that's ever happened to me!"
Cid went to hug Sam with not only his arms, but Titan's tentacles grasped in his hands.
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