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vivala2024-10-20 04:33 pm
freearcadia) wrote in vivala2024-10-20 04:33 pm
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03 - Bones in the Ocean
The Ocarina of Space [Flotsam]
A few days after Flotsam had docked in their new holdings and people had time to process the funeral, life wasn't back to normal, but people are starting to get back to the rhythm of life.
It was late at night near the ship docks, a perfect place for someone restless to wander to if they didn't feel like staying indoors, or in a mood to be among the cheer of the many taverns. At the docks there was only the sound of creaking wood, ropes and sails fluttering in the wind...
And a lone ocarina being played, it seems at least one other person is taking the time out to be alone under the stars.
When sensing the approach of another person, Harlock doesn't immediately stop - only moving to address the person who stumbled on him when he finished - unless they interrupt him.
Guns 101 [Vault]
Out of the different places, the vault has the best place to test weapons in Harlock's opinion. With a clear warning sign posted outside that such a test is in session, the pirate is test-firing a gun that he had pulled out of the salvage after it's been inspected and repaired. He alternates between firing it in his left hand, right hand, or with both hands at the targets, his stance quite firm, as if he's expecting more kickback than what he is actually receiving.
Once he felt he had enough of target practices, he reaches up and removes the plugs from his ears. "Hmm... grip is rather thick, might be good to file it down," He mused out loud as he walks to inspect the targets, assessing how accurate his shots were. "Not bad for something that's been underwater..."
Wildcard!
Harlock is restless and is taking advantage of the ability to go from place to place, he could be found among the rigging of ships in Flotsam, buried nose-deep in a book in the vault's library, or asking a scientist to help him translate scientific vernacular from his native tongue to the local language, or more rarely he is in Elysium, mostly people watching under a hood.
A few days after Flotsam had docked in their new holdings and people had time to process the funeral, life wasn't back to normal, but people are starting to get back to the rhythm of life.
It was late at night near the ship docks, a perfect place for someone restless to wander to if they didn't feel like staying indoors, or in a mood to be among the cheer of the many taverns. At the docks there was only the sound of creaking wood, ropes and sails fluttering in the wind...
And a lone ocarina being played, it seems at least one other person is taking the time out to be alone under the stars.
When sensing the approach of another person, Harlock doesn't immediately stop - only moving to address the person who stumbled on him when he finished - unless they interrupt him.
Guns 101 [Vault]
Out of the different places, the vault has the best place to test weapons in Harlock's opinion. With a clear warning sign posted outside that such a test is in session, the pirate is test-firing a gun that he had pulled out of the salvage after it's been inspected and repaired. He alternates between firing it in his left hand, right hand, or with both hands at the targets, his stance quite firm, as if he's expecting more kickback than what he is actually receiving.
Once he felt he had enough of target practices, he reaches up and removes the plugs from his ears. "Hmm... grip is rather thick, might be good to file it down," He mused out loud as he walks to inspect the targets, assessing how accurate his shots were. "Not bad for something that's been underwater..."
Wildcard!
Harlock is restless and is taking advantage of the ability to go from place to place, he could be found among the rigging of ships in Flotsam, buried nose-deep in a book in the vault's library, or asking a scientist to help him translate scientific vernacular from his native tongue to the local language, or more rarely he is in Elysium, mostly people watching under a hood.
no subject
Slowly he puts his mouth to the instrument And another lilting melody starts to fill the air.
no subject
He's also a good audience; as Harlock plays, he sits still and listens. Attentive right to the last note.
Clapping doesn't feel like the right response, afterwards. So he just says, "Pretty."