Oh uh in all honesty, due to not wanting to go again after I had (in the sequence of me then arch), I was gonna wait so I didn't rob a chance for reply. Tommorow I'll come up with a response though, I think I can certainly do it.
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“Eh. For food, hopefully enough, though I suppose just ransacking a place would work.” The tealette shrugged, turning her head slightly to meet her companion’s gaze. Her attention then begin to rapidly shoot from building to building, never quite stabilizing. Light would be left in charge of fretting over whatever officers were about, and if the both of them ended up obsessing over food…
“Say, where even are we going?” Ayril frowned, pausing for a moment. “Honestly, we uh… probably passed several restaurants. Do they just shell out food from warehouses? Is that how you secure it?” Clearly, they had different rituals concerning the acquirement of food back on her home island. “You think we should ask one of these sailor-boys?” She leaned in, raising a hand in a whispering fashion. “You think they know we’re pirates?”
“Say, where even are we going?” Ayril frowned, pausing for a moment. “Honestly, we uh… probably passed several restaurants. Do they just shell out food from warehouses? Is that how you secure it?” Clearly, they had different rituals concerning the acquirement of food back on her home island. “You think we should ask one of these sailor-boys?” She leaned in, raising a hand in a whispering fashion. “You think they know we’re pirates?”
Apologies, haven't been able to reach my laptop for about a week, and I couldn't really communicate this. Hopefully I'll get a post in tommorrow.
Upon receiving the confirmation from the captain, Ayril nodded, quickly making her way towards the storage. While it took her a bit, she eventually returned to the surface of the ship, a full wallet dangling from the hem of her pants. “Oh, you’re coming, Light? Ehh…” Tinges of a frown danced in her features. “I suppose that just means we can haul more food back.” With a firm bob of her head, the cutlass user began forward once more.
“I wonder if those pirates were still on their way over here…” With a hop, Ayril officially stepped on Logue Town foundation. Her hands found her sides, and she walked forward, fully expecting Light to be walking behind. “Food… food…”
“I wonder if those pirates were still on their way over here…” With a hop, Ayril officially stepped on Logue Town foundation. Her hands found her sides, and she walked forward, fully expecting Light to be walking behind. “Food… food…”
During the bouts of cheering spurred on by the captain’s promises of adventure, Ayril cheered her heart out.
Naturally, such speeches were never in shortage on her home island. At one point or another, everyone seemed to have need for motivation, and she often stored the inspiring words she heard deep within her mind. Most of the inspiring words, at least, for it wouldn’t exactly be a bother if a few words were left out…
However, in the end their speeches just weren’t able to beat the whimsical chattering of her actual captain; who may or may not have been putting his all into sounding like an actual pirate.
When the ruckus died down, and the words of relaxation filled the air, the tealette released a sigh. “The last stop before reaching the Grand Line, huh?” She shoved a hand into her pocket, fishing around for the small leather bag that served as her wallet. After a moment, she plucked it out, thumbing at the opening. “I wonder if this is enough…” She frowned at what little coinage she held, before turning towards Blake.
“Oi! Capt’, can I borrow some money?” She called, already turning back towards the port town. “I’d like to… respectfully plunder this town for what ingredients they have to offer.”
Naturally, such speeches were never in shortage on her home island. At one point or another, everyone seemed to have need for motivation, and she often stored the inspiring words she heard deep within her mind. Most of the inspiring words, at least, for it wouldn’t exactly be a bother if a few words were left out…
However, in the end their speeches just weren’t able to beat the whimsical chattering of her actual captain; who may or may not have been putting his all into sounding like an actual pirate.
When the ruckus died down, and the words of relaxation filled the air, the tealette released a sigh. “The last stop before reaching the Grand Line, huh?” She shoved a hand into her pocket, fishing around for the small leather bag that served as her wallet. After a moment, she plucked it out, thumbing at the opening. “I wonder if this is enough…” She frowned at what little coinage she held, before turning towards Blake.
“Oi! Capt’, can I borrow some money?” She called, already turning back towards the port town. “I’d like to… respectfully plunder this town for what ingredients they have to offer.”
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Now, I'm going to sleep so maybe this doesn't even matter but, in my eyes, the starting post doesn't seem to have enough in terms of starting. I guess I came up with a few ideas while typing this out, so we'll see huh. Nicely written, I gotta say.
Now, I'm going to sleep so maybe this doesn't even matter but, in my eyes, the starting post doesn't seem to have enough in terms of starting. I guess I came up with a few ideas while typing this out, so we'll see huh. Nicely written, I gotta say.
The Grand Line’s’a recipe for disaster, probably. Though, I don't need you lot telling me that- I'd rather listen to the tempo of your stomachs. My own is screaming at me to go along with this- lots of food to be… crafted? Crafted.
Made some edits to my sheet. Hopefully it's a bit easier to read now, heh. Sorry about the previously rushed nature of it.
Would a crew ever take on someone who would be in charge of writing down the group's adventures? Creative, strange role I suppose.
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