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nosenobounds) wrote2014-01-09 10:28 pm
nosenobounds) wrote2014-01-09 10:28 pm
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003 • action / voice | backdated to a more morning 1/09
[ It's a strange sort of thing, being kidnapped from within the boundaries of already being kidnapped. Well, Usopp says strange, of course, and actually means pretty terrifying and unexpected.
He doesn't remember much of it, though. There's the terror of the unknown to consider in that- what might they have done, what if something's wrong, what if- what if they fed his blood to vampire? What if he's a vampire-- no, wait, he's in the sun, he thinks that's a good sign. But as much as Usopp fears the unknown, he doesn't particularly think he minds not knowing, either. And Luceti in general is still really horrifying to consider, but he can't say he minds being back in the village proper with most everybody else. Rustic little villages are a second home to him. Second, since the ocean obviously became his first home when he set sail.
It's a coward's privilege to think that way. Or, uh. All of those ways.
Usopp marks his return just behind the Flame Building (or the artist formerly known as CH 1), which he counts as a victory all on its own. If nothing else, he would just really like to make himself view it that way, so he'll keep on that track. His only burdens are his amazing manly pride, and… a sizable pile of shoes. Like at least 8 pairs. One of these pairs he recognizes immediately as his own boots (and they're so much more worn out, how does that happen). Another number of pairs are just his size in general. And then there are ones that definitely don't belong to him on a closer investigation- some distinctly for ladies, some classy-looking black dress shoes, and, oddly enough, a little metal ring that he can't place at all.
Jeez, what's the deal with these Malnosso guys.
He can be found making his way around to the front entrance of the Flame Building, and then on the first floor trying to coordinate… opening his apartment door. (Timelines are for the weak, obviously, so if multiple takers are a thing it's cool.) Usopp figures he can probably give most of these to the store or something tomorrow, but today his plans are just dumping them in the middle of his main room and going to sleep.
Which he does. Responsible adult, he is one.
A few hours later, he brings you a proud voice post, in which he acts like nothing's been going on at all, and he is totally not freaked out even in a mild capacity, because he's a cool guy. Wow listen to that suaveness. ]
Hey, Luceti. This is Captain Usopp speaking! [ Totally not trying to draw Luffy or Nami or anyone out of the woodwork. ] And I finally realized something that I haven't taken advantage of here yet! You guys need to start telling me the best stories that you've ever told. And to talk about the greatest things that you've ever done. Only the greatest, okay? Whatever that is for you, even if it doesn't seem like it's that great! It probably actually is and you just don't realize it yet.
I mean, there are so many of us in this place, it's pretty unfair for you guys to be holding back like that. [ This much, he asks of you in a half-pleading, half-laughing kind of way. Rude much, people. How did he not realize sooner? ] And I've got some pretty amazing stories myself, as a weathered man of the sea and all, so we could even trade them if you want.
It'll be really fun, I promise!
[ He just really wants to talk to people, that's his life. ]
He doesn't remember much of it, though. There's the terror of the unknown to consider in that- what might they have done, what if something's wrong, what if- what if they fed his blood to vampire? What if he's a vampire-- no, wait, he's in the sun, he thinks that's a good sign. But as much as Usopp fears the unknown, he doesn't particularly think he minds not knowing, either. And Luceti in general is still really horrifying to consider, but he can't say he minds being back in the village proper with most everybody else. Rustic little villages are a second home to him. Second, since the ocean obviously became his first home when he set sail.
It's a coward's privilege to think that way. Or, uh. All of those ways.
Usopp marks his return just behind the Flame Building (or the artist formerly known as CH 1), which he counts as a victory all on its own. If nothing else, he would just really like to make himself view it that way, so he'll keep on that track. His only burdens are his amazing manly pride, and… a sizable pile of shoes. Like at least 8 pairs. One of these pairs he recognizes immediately as his own boots (and they're so much more worn out, how does that happen). Another number of pairs are just his size in general. And then there are ones that definitely don't belong to him on a closer investigation- some distinctly for ladies, some classy-looking black dress shoes, and, oddly enough, a little metal ring that he can't place at all.
Jeez, what's the deal with these Malnosso guys.
He can be found making his way around to the front entrance of the Flame Building, and then on the first floor trying to coordinate… opening his apartment door. (Timelines are for the weak, obviously, so if multiple takers are a thing it's cool.) Usopp figures he can probably give most of these to the store or something tomorrow, but today his plans are just dumping them in the middle of his main room and going to sleep.
Which he does. Responsible adult, he is one.
A few hours later, he brings you a proud voice post, in which he acts like nothing's been going on at all, and he is totally not freaked out even in a mild capacity, because he's a cool guy. Wow listen to that suaveness. ]
Hey, Luceti. This is Captain Usopp speaking! [ Totally not trying to draw Luffy or Nami or anyone out of the woodwork. ] And I finally realized something that I haven't taken advantage of here yet! You guys need to start telling me the best stories that you've ever told. And to talk about the greatest things that you've ever done. Only the greatest, okay? Whatever that is for you, even if it doesn't seem like it's that great! It probably actually is and you just don't realize it yet.
I mean, there are so many of us in this place, it's pretty unfair for you guys to be holding back like that. [ This much, he asks of you in a half-pleading, half-laughing kind of way. Rude much, people. How did he not realize sooner? ] And I've got some pretty amazing stories myself, as a weathered man of the sea and all, so we could even trade them if you want.
It'll be really fun, I promise!
[ He just really wants to talk to people, that's his life. ]
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That's some hardcore pirate-worthy birthday celebrating. ]
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[Any other day? Sure. Her birthday? Nope, nope, nope.]
Raised tank, 15' tall, 30' long, 15' wide. No adults, just happy young lemon sharks swimming around, happy as can be. Friends hauled me up to the platform, threw a few steaks into the water, then threw me in right after.
[Voice]
casually over here biting his fingernails
like a suave professional ]
How'd you even get out of a thing like that?
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You can't tell it's there standing out of the tank, but once you're in there, you know. Not to mention that water sobers you up fast.
They let me flounder around a bit before they hauled me out and dried me off.
...Course, if they really dislike you, they'll take the barrier out.
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[ And they're things that people generally consider a personal great thing to tell him about, so he'd have to be a jerk to knock them for it. Well, to knock them for it entirely. ]
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