02 - Piracy is sentimental with salty bits
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vivala[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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[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?
Wildcard
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Date: 2024-08-10 04:28 am (UTC)[He looks a little conflicted as he studies the armor before them.]
I don't know if I'd be ready for that. I...thought I was ready for a real battle but I kept freezing up at the worst times. If I'm in one of those, I can't be doing that...
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Date: 2024-08-11 10:52 pm (UTC)[He follows the the curvature of the armor, wondering how it'd actually move. At Donnie's words, he tilts his head as so he can see him.]
As to whether that will happen again, well - I can say that tends to happen less the more experience you have. As for the future, only your heart can tell you where you're meant to go - either piloting one of these, or making sure that whoever does will return safe and in one piece.
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Date: 2024-08-11 11:39 pm (UTC)He sighs.]
I guess you're right.