02 - Piracy is sentimental with salty bits

[freearcadia]

[Learning in the Vaults]

[Harlock is attending a lesson on how Ether-driven ships work, taking very copious notes, though it's clear some of the more technical terminology being used is beyond his current language skills, phonetically writing down the words with question marks as he also roughly sketches out the parts, murmuring under his breath.

Once the classes clear, he waves people down]

Pardon, would you mind helping me go over my notes?

[Flotsam Taverns cw: alcohol, implied alcoholism]

[It's well past sundown, and the moon is high - the hour is so late that the mood in the bar - The Dancing Skipjack - is undergoing a seachange from rowdy carousing to melancholy and sentimentality. A dwarf with a concertina had just finished a shanty about how the dangers of sea monster hunting is worth it for the village boy waiting for the sailor on shore. A few patrons left, but others not done yet are calling out for someone else to sing.

Meanwhile, Harlock was sitting at a small table, apparently drinking since he sat down, and yet seemingly as sober as a temperance judge, humming softly before he glances up upon sensing someone approaching, before letting out a sound of assent, inviting the person to join him at the table, even as the call for more songs continue.]

I hope you don't mind shanties, it seems like everyone's looking for a little song tonight.

[Locked to Donatello, not long after the mission end]

[Harlock's thoughts turned over the raid, they did well, much better than he anticipated but there could've been more done, difference choices, but right now - he was more concerned how Donatello was holding up - the pirate has seen his share of first battle shocks. It's a reminder to him that while he's used to this, many aren't.

When he finds the turtlekin, he waits for a moment, before calling out]

How are you holding up?

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Comments

[achelord]

“Dwarven? Maybe I should be drinking that instead.”

Ziel resolved to ask for some when the waiter returned. He’d grown in on wine and merely ordered it today out of habit.

[freearcadia]

"It seems to be a lager of some kind," He noted. "It's stronger than anything else I tried here."

[achelord]

“There must be something stronger than a lager.”

Either that or the dwarves were doing some wild shit with beer.

Which was certainly possible. They were dwarves, after all.

After a moment of thought, Ziel changed his order for the dwarf drink as well, then lapsed into silence until they were served.

[freearcadia]

"It's stronger than most I've had." Just not strong enough for his tastes, but that is largely his fault.

As they both drink, he pauses as now he registers what that umami taste is. "So they make it from mushrooms? No wonder it tastes different."

[achelord]

Ziel took a long pull of the dwarven lager, barely tasting it judging how much alcoholic burn there was.

"Hmm...it does taste pretty strong. You could get drunk on this."

He drank some more.