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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 24, 2013 13:09:33 GMT -5
"You will refer to me by proper titles befitting my royal lineage, swine."
"As thou wisheth, Prince of Horses."
Once everyone was outside, Forgall simply shut the door behind him, after waving goodbye to all the marines. Catching up to join the others, he maintained a level of concentration behind them, to make sure if they were being followed. Sam meanwhile had jumped into a dumpster when she heard the cannons and gunfire, and was now busy peeking out, a large amount of trash hanging from her head and shoulders.
"That's disgusting, you know what humans put in there?"
"I... I'll be honest, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm starting to regret it. Also I think I'm standing on a dead person."
Not wanting to find out the truth of the situation, she promptly crawled out and fell on the floor, trash going all over the place.
"Hey uh... Forgall, where is your ship?"
"Mine carriage waiteth in the shipyards yonder, fair Princess. Pray telleth, why doth thou asketh?"
"Well... mine is at the theme park. If you went and got your boat, I could run these people to where they need to go, and you could bring yours around so then we'd be ready to go right away."
Her boat wasn't at the theme park. She had actually tied it up where all the tourists did, partly because it would be harder for people to pick hers out as a known pirate ship among the many others, but mostly because it was slightly cheaper there than at the theme park. It was nice to see Forgall and all, and among the various people that were always chasing her he was one of the more preferential ones, though honestly she did not want to go with him. It was her hope that he would just skip right past and miss her entirely when he headed to the theme park, and she could just help these people freely.
Also, though she would never admit it, she didn't want him to get hurt during any of this.
"A most splendid suggestion Princess, we shall complyeth to thine wishes. Merry Fishmen, away!"
"Ef uu keet carring ut ad, errel ve udinee- dow!"
Acting like a famous navigator, Forgall pointed the way and pranced off down the alleyway singing songs of love and the sea, while his followers grumbled all the way. Clearly they didn't like the name for them that he kept using, and while the short fellow didn't much vocalize his complaints, the very tall woman began to say something but was cut short when her head hit a low-lying roof.
Phew, that's that loser taken care of... "Not much farther then guys, the ship is at Grove number... uh, 42 I think? Anyone know a shortcut out of here to get to the tourist zone?"
Hanging onto the side of one of the buildings, Sam looked down both ways of the street. There wasn't much to see though because they were so full of people celebrating and the air was still thick with noise and festivity. It seemed that between being temporarily kidnapped by Forgall, and having to run away from a marine firing squad, she had become disoriented and lost now that they were off the original path. While she would probably be able to find her way back on course, she figured to ask the others in case some of them actually knew where they were, or even how to reach the boat.
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Post by Sprite on Feb 5, 2013 14:46:34 GMT -5
"That will do for the moment."
Vasil had forgotten he still wore the cursed festival horse head over his own royal visage. Grumbling to himself, he consented to himself that keeping it on until they left the island would most likely be the best decision, nevertheless he stubbornly placed his broken sunglasses over the horse head's eyes.
Looking at Philomena upon her sudden outburst, Vasil only said, "The child came of his own will, called by his desire to serve me."
As the group converged to discuss their next course of action, Vasil merely leaned against the wall, peering behind them every now and then in the slight hope that the platypus might turn up again. The damned animal still had his coat.
"Pirates. You shall act as our guides to our vessel, consider it payment for our extended hand of friendship and alliance."
Vasil spoke to Philomena, having identified her as the leader of the small pirate gathering. His tone left little room to argue, since it seemed he himself had no idea where they were.
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Post by CJ on Feb 9, 2013 0:42:47 GMT -5
"We're not friends," Phil said bitterly, glaring up at Sam and Vasil. "However, an alliance is in order."
The Zuberis hesitantly led the others through Sabaody Archipelago, choosing to stick to routes less frequented by the usual tourists.
Their obnoxious hair colors aside, the Zuberi siblings were quite noticeable amongst even the usual oddities of the archipelago. Phil could be almost immediately recognized by her wheelchair. Ezekiel got away with looking mostly normal but one might question the skin tight, feminine garments Valentine wore.
It had been bright and sunny with barely any clouds. Now it looked like it could storm at any moment, making the shade of the trees even more dark. In brief flashes of consciousness, Cid's wide eyes took in the clouds. He seemed to be very concerned by their swirling formation and looked almost frightened.
"Is the kid really that heavy, Val?" Phil asked casually, waiting for Ezekiel to check around a corner for signs of Marines nearby.
Val hadn't said anything before but nodded furiously now. His arm under Cid's legs drooped lower than the other.
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Finally, they reached the grove area bordering the ocean (which will not be explained in much detail here). Phil sighed rather harshly and looked up at the ships gathered there. Val's legs shook as he struggled to hold Cid up there. No one bothered to tell him he could probably let the wounded child down for now.
"Which ship is yours?" Zeek asked calmly, still gripping Phil's wheelchair. "Your name is Sam, right?"
Had she even introduced herself to him?
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Feb 17, 2013 15:52:20 GMT -5
"Which ship is yours? Your name is Sam, right?"
"What? Oh right, Sam. I think so, yeah."
It took her a minute to realize that she was being spoken to, now that they had reached the coast. There were still celebrations going on here as they looked down across the cove, standing up on one of the vast roots of the giant mangroves. People could be seen wandering about in merriment and at the few seaside establishments that dotted the shore, and many of the ships that had gathered and docked here were all done up and decorated for the festival. All sorts of streamers were also hung between the roots overhead, but for the most part, the vast majority of the celebrations were taking place on groves further into the archipelago. This much was evident from the glow of lights in the distance and the drifting sound of music, along with the occasional fireworks going off in the sky.
"I think I can see the boat from here, shouldn't be too much trouble reaching it. Now, commence operation Sayonara Sabaody!"
What a dumb name, she sulked on their way down the roots to the shore.
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"54... 55... ah, here we are! Told you I could find it, with the help of this magic locating paper!"
Walking along docks that had been build around the roots where they went underwater, Sam counted off the moored boats as they went along, going off a ticket she had. She managed to find it soon enough thanks to remembering a little dockside open air restaurant, but the sight was pitiful indeed. Compared to the large luxury yachts and transport ships, hers was a diminutive little thing bobbing about on the waves in between these monstrous vessels. Truth be told it was a decent size for a small group of people, but by comparison it just looked diminutive. It looked pretty sturdily built though, despite evidence that it had seen better days, and the chibi bear figurehead was unmistakable.
"Alright, you stay here. Won't be a minute."
Stuffing the ticket in her pocket, she took a few paces back and made some amateurish attempt at stretching her legs, probably doing more harm than good. Straightening up she rubbed her hands together and took of in a run, headed directly for the edge of the docks. Right before the end she went to jump, and it became clear that she was trying to leap across the way and land onto the deck of the ship. It seemed she had severely overestimated her capabilities however, and instead she went a little distance and collided face-first with the side of the ship, smashing against it with a yelp before falling into the water. After some moments she surfaced in the water, the boat bumping against her every so often.
"That was... part of the plan, see sometimes you need to give it a good kick to get it going!"
Laughing weakly she proceeded to scramble up the side of the ship with the help of rope netting that had been previously lowered, and could be heard scrambling about on deck as she attempted to get things in order.
"We've got people coming Tiki, just... just don't bite their heads off or anything. Augh, where is Mr. Dark?! I guess we'll just have to do it without him, now get into position, just like we practiced."
There sounded some rustling as well as the clatter of tools across the deck, and eventually a gangway was lowered for the others to walk and or wheel aboard. If they did, they'd find Sam waiting there for them roughly in the middle of the deck. She was standing in what she believed to be a cool pose with her arms outstretched and one eye open with a sly grin, though what was really bizarre was that it looked like she had wings. Great feathery wings of a vibrant blue hue, in stark contrast with her red and white jacket.
"Welcome travelers, to the Elton Johnson! Flagship of the dreaded Phantom Hawks pirates!"
Of course Sam thought it was cool, she had practiced the display in front of a mirror before and thought it was in her own words, so darn cool. That said though, it should have been well understood by now that what Sam believed to be cool, was often largely at odds with the rest of the world. Either way, the others were free to believe and act however they wanted. If they looked close enough though, or actually bothered to even move to the side a little (the display only really looked convincing if someone started directly ahead from where the gangway was), then they would see just how she had done it. Standing right behind her was in fact, a very large bird. Bigger than she was actually, such that it had to lower itself a bit, but it had its wings extended outwards sure enough. For anyone who actually knew birds, it looked not unlike a Kingfisher, just very much bigger.
"...well maybe just Phantom Hawk now, and I don't think the whole pirate thing is really true anymore. Still though, welcome aboard."
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Post by CJ on Feb 25, 2013 2:28:41 GMT -5
Philomena and her brothers followed onto the ship after the others. Their captain seemed a little content to be there, almost happy even in contrast to the serious mood she had before. She pulled her black hair behind her ears and smiled graciously.
"What kind of bird is this?" she asked of Sam. "Is its name Tiki? It's rather beautiful, though not as beautiful as your own wings."
The joke wasn't meant to be hurtful or rude. Phil was simply commenting on the quality of Sam's attire. Ezekiel stood nearby, looking at the design and shape of the vessel.
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Meanwhile, Valentine looked about the ship for anything that could help Cid. He ended up finding the medical room and placed the boy on the table at the end of the small room. He pulled open drawers for what, he didn't know. Pulling out folders, he opened to find some clue as to how to treat bullet holes. He saw a tab named "Bullet Hole" and saw notes.
Notes about the conditions of a Hil... Hilbrand Zuberi.
Pictures of gray skin, stitches, and a single one of the sword he used to carry with him at all times. There were two that stood out most. One was the corpse from its torso up on an operating table. The second was one of the corpse walking around as if it were alive. Val's heart raced. It felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He didn't know what to do or how to even feel. Should he tell Phil and Zeek or should he try to focus on Cid's injuries first? He could only imagine what Phil would do if she found out about this.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 10, 2013 2:38:07 GMT -5
"You know... I'm not really sure what kind of bird he is, but he's a big one! I found him... well, he found me at an island a ways back. I was swimming around and he came after me, probably thought I was a big fish! Well, he wasn't all that wrong..."
Now that the others were on deck, Sam could give up her pose and turned her attention to the giant bird now that Phil was asking about it. Hugging it with a wide smile, she looked truly happy as she closed her eyes and sunk into the bright orange down of its chest. The bird crooned in response, and opened its beak around her head, like it was trying to bit it off. This must have been a regular thing and it probably wasn't doing it all that hard, because Sam just laughed at it and treated it as a show of affection in reciprocation to hers.
"If he were a girl I would have named him Kusu after a... friend, but I haven't seen him lay any eggs so I call him Tiki, after the great sailor!"
When there was mention of her own wings, Sam wasn't exactly sure what it was that Phil meant, but she assumed it was a compliment. Of course having real wings would be way cooler, but she wasn't so fortunate as to be born like that, just able to swim pretty well. Still though, for the time that she had known Tiki, he was already probably one of the best companions she ever had. It wasn't yet at the point where she could ride on his back and fly around like some giant bird cowboy, but she had gotten around before by him picking her up and carrying her.
"Well it's obvious that's a Kingfisher. You can tell by the beak shape, and the colors help as well."
Sam had been busy wrestling with the bird and trying not to get eaten, but when she heard a new voice she stopped dead, as did the bird in response. She couldn't see but she could hear, such that when she slowly turned to finally look with her own eyes, she already knew who it was. There sitting on the railing of the upper portion was a young man with an officers coat draped around his shoulders. Beyond the coat to indicate that he was part of the marines, his attire otherwise was distinctly at odds with the common uniform. A green and white hoodie, with khaki cargo pants, and a set of big headphones hanging around his neck. As well, he sported a pair of nice sneakers that could be seen as he swung his legs back and forth.
"So who are your new friends today, Ensign Faro? Where are you going with them?"
"I don't know Vic-"
"Sir."
The officer fellow cut her off with a raised finger, though clearly Sam did not want this person to be here at all and spoke with bleeding sarcasm. Speaking to him almost to spite him. She looked to the others for some support, not just physically, and in her mind she was trying to figure out a way to get rid of this guy so they could leave. Until that time though, she played along. Tiki just eyed the fellow with a keen gaze, like he was prey, but Sam made sure to hold onto him so he did not jump at the newcomer.
"I don't know, Sir, I was just about to ask them that..."
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Post by CJ on Mar 12, 2013 0:01:29 GMT -5
"You must be really close if you let him do that," Zeek said with a laugh as Tiki brought his beak around Sam's head. He seemed to be slightly interested in the name "Kusu" but did not say anything.
The new voice entered, explaining exactly what the bird was. In the environment the siblings grew up in, they had never seen such a bird.
"Pardon me, sir," Phil responded with a brief smile, before he ever corrected Sam on using the word. She looked back at him. Her face fell in shock when she saw his Marine coat. She gulped and tried not to sweat through her clothes. Zeek's hands fidgeting around the handles of Phil's wheelchair was not helping.
"We weren't going anywhere with Sam," she answered with another smile. "We simply came to make sure the boy she had with her is alright. He was shot in a scuffle, you see, and..."
Val came bursting out of the door leading to the medical room. Now covered in scrubs to cover his embarrassing sexually attractive outfit for his female form, his purple slipper-wearing feet came to a skid as he noticed the Marine seated above them. He looked at his siblings and Sam and then back at the Marine.
"Yes, Val. I didn't know these people were Marines either. Isn't that nice though? They're going to get that boy some real help now, I bet."
Val shook his head furiously from left to right at Phil. He made crazy hand motions. First, he thrashed his hands in his air. Then he swung his hand around, as though he was swinging a blade. Finally, he pressed his pointer finger deep into the center of his forehead. Zeek let out a loud, disapproving gasp. Phil's eyes widened and grew cold.
"I don't believe we've introduced ourselves," she said to the stranger, looking down at the deck in a look of passive defeat. "My name is Phil."
If this man kept up with recent events, he would undoubtedly recognize Valentine Zuberi, an up and coming Supernova. Chances were, he might have heard about the wheelchair bound woman critically shooting a Celestial Dragon to free the transformed Valentine.
Things weren't looking good.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 12, 2013 21:24:36 GMT -5
"Yes, Val. I didn't know these people were Marines either. Isn't that nice though? They're going to get that boy some real help now, I bet."
It took Sam a few moments to realize that they were talking about her as well, and tried to speak up to explain her situation.
"Well wait, I'm not a-"
"You weren't discharged. Just because you deserted, doesn't mean you aren't a Marine anymore."
War spoke plainly when he interrupted her, though he was firm when he spoke, as though ready to talk her down if she tried to speak up again. Of course she didn't though, she just watched the conversation with a sense of worry as to what the siblings might think of her now, since apparently she was with the Navy once more and she didn't even know it.
"I don't believe we've introduced ourselves, my name is Phil."
"War. Victor War. Nice to meet you."
When Phil actually spoke to War, he stopped swinging his legs back and forth, looking at her curiously for a second before resuming and answering her. He noticed the newest sibling emerge on deck, but made little of it, apart from his strange attire.
"Well if you've seen to the boy and you weren't planning on traveling anywhere with the Ensign, then I reckon you'd be free to go your own way then, yes? I'll even have some of the medics give the lad a seeing to just to be sure, so you don't have to worry!"
Leaning forward, War slid off the railing and fell down from the upper portion of the deck to land on the lower where all the others. Landing low, his officers coat fell around him, but rising to his feet again it returned to hanging loose about him. As close as he was now, faint music could be heard from the large headphones hanging around his neck, and he moved over to the side railing where the gangway was.
"Oh, but do be careful before you go. I hear they're looking for a couple of pirates that attacked a world noble. Not that I would know anything about that, but from what I hear you guys would fit the description. Once I'm done here though, I'll be happy to help out in any way I can."
All in all, he carried himself very easily, and he was ever so sympathetic to their plight. He merely waited by the exit for them, to see them off with a honest and understanding smile. Sam meanwhile had herself, inched bit by bit so that she was now standing beside the giant Kingfisher, holding onto him firmly and watching to see what the siblings did.
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Post by CJ on Mar 12, 2013 23:35:33 GMT -5
"Oh thank goodness at least for that," Zeek sighed when War said Cid would be seen to. Despite their criminal record, it seemed the siblings at least cared a little for their fellow man, even if it was a sparkle covered boy they didn't know much about.
Phil watched War walk about the ship with a careful eye, looking away only when he stopped.
"Is that so, Mr. War?" she asked with a relieved smile. "We'll be sure to watch out for that then."
After a brief pause, she looked to Val again, who was all the more shaken. He clutched at the sleeves of his scrubs as his teeth chattered.
"They have pictures," he finally spoke up, "and a file on Hil's body. I think it's here."
Zeek cringed as Phil clenched her fists in rage. Had she been able to move around the ship on her own, Sam would probably expect the pirate to strangle her. Instead she merely sat there in her anger.
"Is this true, Ensign?" she asked Sam in spite. "Do you have my brother's body? I don't know what kind of use you or whatever sick person had for taking him away from our home but I don't care anymore. What's done is done. Tell us where he is so we can rebury him."
Her brothers stared at Sam impatiently. Knowing now that she was a Marine (to their knowledge without telling them) wasn't making the situation any better.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 15, 2013 3:27:15 GMT -5
"Hil.. do you know what happened to him? Where is he?!"
Hearing the name, Sam expression went completely blank. Slowly repeating the name to herself in disbelief, it took her a moment to come to terms with the situation. When she did, she practically grabbed Val and shook an answer out of him, as this was the first mention or lead she had on the Phantom Hawks.
"Is this true, Ensign? Do you have my brother's body? I don't know what kind of use you or whatever sick person had for taking him away from our home but I don't care anymore. What's done is done. Tell us where he is so we can rebury him."
"What? Wait no, hold on, I don't know anything about that! Hil, he... well he was on this ship, part of this crew even, but he left with the Captain! I never did anything to him, heck, I've been looking for him!"
She wasn't sure what it was that Val had found below deck, as she made a point of not going into the other people's rooms or messing with their stuff. But that these people were accusing her of doing deplorable things with Hil's body, she didn't care that they seemed to be his siblings, it made her angry. She wasn't sure how he (or any of the other former crewmates) felt about her, but she would have given her life for him or any one of them. Of course, her life wasn't some precious thing to give, but still the statement stood. And here these people were, accusing her of being some kind of sick person.
"If you don't know where he is, then you know as much as I do..."
"Well that's a shame. If that's all then, I'll have one of my officers escort you all to wherever you need to go so that you don't get mistaken or arrested along the way. Once I deal with Ensign Faro here, I'll meet up with you again, and help you however I can in locating your brother's body if that's what you're after."
War sighed that the line of questioning had gone nowhere, when he had expected a juicy bit of drama to go down between Sam and the siblings. Still, he stood idly by to see them off while he waited. It seemed he was intent on getting them off the boat and to help them on their way to wherever they needed to go. Sam on the other hand looked after them with a desperate expression. Not so much the prospect of them leaving, but more that she wanted to learn all she could about Hil and who he was, and these people were her only chance at that. They had questioned and insulted her, but none of that mattered if they knew something she didn't.
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Post by CJ on Mar 16, 2013 22:56:38 GMT -5
"Hold on for moment if you would, sir," Phil held her hand out to War. She was grateful he wasn't about to arrest them anytime soon, but the very matter that propelled their drive to become pirates was right in front of them. They couldn't leave now, not without answers.
"You're mistaken," Zeek said with a sigh, looking disappointed with Sam. "Hil's been dead for a long time now. You have to be talking about someone else."
Val shook his head rapidly and presented Phil with the file he'd found. He looked over her shoulder with Zeek as she flipped through the pages.
"This... he's been with you this whole time... Why... How..."
"How can we be sure the person in these photos is Hil?" Zeek interupted. "It might be his corpse but is it really him, Sam? Did he say anything about his life before... this?"
He waved his hand about the ship and partly to Tiki. The blue haired man didn't seem accusing or rude, rather concerned that Sam really knew what she was talking about.
"He looks sad," Phil said quietly, holding up a photo of him, Sam and the others in her hand.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 17, 2013 23:21:27 GMT -5
"I'm mistaken? Why isn't it you who's mistaken?! I think I spent long enough around him to know if he was real or not, I saw him and talked to him every day, as sure as I'm seeing and talking to you now."
These people were quickly overstaying their welcome on her ship, as they were pretty much calling Sam a liar to her face. She wasn't sure what they were getting at or if there was some ulterior motive, but she didn't want to hear that one of her closest friends was not real, or that she simply didn't actually know him. Just some false copy. She did cringe a bit though when seeing the morbid pictures of what looked like Hil, dead on an operating table.
"What... what is that?! Where did you get that from? If you took it from this boat then it's not yours, and I want it back!"
"It might be his corpse but is it really him, Sam? Did he say anything about his life before... this?"
"I don't even know what that means, why wouldn't it be him? You can't fathom the concept that he might have traveled around and that he might have known people? He said all sorts of stuff about a desert place called... Allerbaster, I think it was, and a Princess there, why does it matter?"
As far as she was concerned, why was important that Hil tell her things about his past life? They had talked about the matter on more than one occasion but he didn't seem to enjoy it so she never pried, but like it really all depending on him telling her his life story, for it to have really been Hil. She knew him, and she cared about him. These people were either too delusional or too cruel to see that.
It made her angry, not their reactions to the subject, but that they were pretty much coming on board and treating the place like home but treating her like dirt. What more, she had a feeling that the information they had obtained on him was not their own and if this was the case she'd fight them to get it back, however she could. She was generally easygoing, but they had broken the one rule she had about this ship.
War meanwhile just stood by the gangway, tapping his foot with impatience. Arguably, he didn't care much at all about the matter, and just wanted to see it resolved as soon as possible.
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Post by CJ on Mar 18, 2013 20:32:49 GMT -5
"We can fathom it because the last time we saw him, he was in a casket," Zeek responded in frustration, holding the documents away from Sam. "There's no way he could be the same. His brain was destroyed when he was shot."
Val remained entirely silent. He looked regretful for starting the whole feud in the first place. Meanwhile, Phil seemed lost in thought over Sam's answers.
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Years ago, Phil caught her brother looking into a courtyard from the shade of a common room in the palace. It was hard to describe the connection she had with him. Despite being 12 years apart, she understood him better than even Val or Zeek who were closer in age. He was all business and barely did anything aside from studying and training, so it surprised her to see him like this.
"What are you looking at?" she bluntly asked. The boy jolted and nearly dropped his spear on the ground. His freckles faded as his skin turned as red as his hair.
"Nothing, just checking on the princess- the courtyard," he said quickly. "I thought I saw something."
"Sure, you did," she nearly laughed, glancing outside to see the cyan haired girl in question. "Look, if there's anything you ever want to talk about, just let me know. The others don't have to know."
"Alright," he looked away in embarrassment. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and rubbed his hair furiously as he tried to swat her away . If only she had known how short their time would be together. She likely would have spent more time with him.
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"It matters because if whatever this is isn't Hilbrand," Phil said slowly to Sam, "then we have to put a stop to it."
She actually grinned in her place, placing her elbows on the rests of the wheelchair.
"How can we know you didn't just steal Hilbrand from Alabasta?" Phil asked in an even ruder tone. "I bet you thought his gun slinging abilities would really come in handy, didn't you? Well, if you thought you could catch his interest, I bet you know, he's totally into dudes."
Zeek and Val were even seem to question Phil at this point with disapproving looks. What was she thinking?
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Mar 19, 2013 11:22:07 GMT -5
"How can we know you didn't just steal Hilbrand from Alabasta? I bet you thought his gun slinging abilities would really come in handy, didn't you? Well, if you thought you could catch his interest, I bet you know, he's totally into dudes."
"Gunslinging? I don't think I ever once saw him even pick up a gun, just that sword. If I remember, he didn't even like guns, never asked why... and anyway, it's not like I could catch his interest, he had eyes for someone else."
Maybe they really were talking about different people, a twin or something? Her memory wasn't amazing, getting hit in the head so many times, but she was at least pretty sure that Hil wasn't into the whole guns thing. Swordsman all the way, she just figured it was his style. The other comment, towards his preference, caught Sam somewhat off guard. Even if it was true, well, she wasn't sure what to think. She cared a great deal about Hil, enough to call him by his actual name, but was it ever more than that? She wanted to imagine that in another time maybe it was, but she honestly couldn't remember now, she hadn't even seen them all in so long. The rest of the crew that is. Besides, why would Hil even be interested in her anyway? She was only aware of one person who actually didn't mind everything that was wrong with her, and even then she wasn't even sure if he knew she was a slave. Forgall wasn't the most perceptive of people, after all, and if he knew the whole story he probably wouldn't treat her like his Princess.
"What do you think I am, some sort of evil mastermind? Hil was my friend, not some prisoner. Go stop it, whatever it is you think that needs stopping, but do it on your own boat. I think you've about stayed your welcome here, but I do want those papers back."
She was becoming tired of arguing with these people who seemed incapable of understanding anything outside of what they knew. Tired of being told she was wrong and that her relationship with her friends was a lie. Tired of digging up the hurtful past. Cid was hurt, people were looking for her, and she should have been long gone by now. Let alone, that she had no idea where Mr. Dark may be, lord knows having him here would have been helpful.
She let her hands off of Tiki, whom stretched his wings in response, turning his head to look at them intently and chirping in response.
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Post by CJ on Mar 19, 2013 14:14:33 GMT -5
"That sword? Do you think it's the one he bought with you, Val?" Zeek asked as his brother shook his head. He pointed to a broadsword Hil had on him in one of the pictures. Definitely wasn't the one they were thinking of.
Phil sighed and smiled graciously.
"I'm sorry for doubting you, Sam. I had to be sure you were telling the truth."
She clutched the documents in her hands.
"It's clear you knew him. I don't know how or why he's alive but whatever happened, you had nothing to do with it. I'm glad... almost frustrated he's back but it's his fault for not telling us, not yours."
Phil went to push herself forward but Zeek beat her to it. She rolled in front of Sam and presented her with the folder.
"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," she continued as she gently presented them to Sam, almost like an aunt or older relative. "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."
She sighed again as she looked at them one last time and handed them over.
"I hope you can forgive you 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?"
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