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Post by Hakkyou on Mar 5, 2012 17:33:35 GMT -5
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She squinted her eyes a bit at the change of light from inside the dimly lit store to the sunlight outside. It was a clear day, no clouds in the sky, the sun shining down with a glaring light. All in all it was a day of nice weather, and hopefully followed by a clear night for stargazing.
The supplies in her arms were a bit awkward to carry; she had to balance the rolls of parchment under her arm, and the ink and quills in her other arm. Since she was wearing her coat it was a bit more awkward due to her sleeves. It was also not that good to wear with the sun beating down as it was. It was rather warm in her coat, though her hat helped keep a bit of the glare from the sun away from her eyes.
A gentle breeze blew in from the nearby port, bringing with it the smell of salt and freshly caught fish from the fishing boats. It reminded her of the many trips she had taken on ships. The ships had gone to various places around the globe, and she had always been there to provide her navigation skills to keep the ship on the proper course. She was one of the best navigators and map makers in Loguetown; and she hadn’t turned down any jobs she had been offered, whether it had been a short run to the next port, or a long journey for trade.
She had actually returned from one such long journey about a month prior. The ship in particular was going to buy a large amount of silk, and she had been the first navigator the shipwright came to. She’d accepted quite readily, sailing being one of her greatest pleasures, and was now enjoying a short break on land.
For most people it wouldn’t be considered a break though; she hadn’t stopped working since she arrived back in port. Which is why she was carrying map supplies home, all the work she had done lately making new maps had depleted her stock of parchment.
Her walk home would take her past a small paved area with benches and a couple of trees. It was a rather pleasant area, and a few people were even out feeding the birds. If she wasn’t so busy she might consider sitting and relaxing for a moment or two. Instead she kept walking; though as she walked past one of the benches she lost hold of her parchment rolls and dropped them, most of them just falling to her feet, but one of them rolling right up to the bench.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
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Post by Grave on Mar 14, 2012 0:18:03 GMT -5
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[STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -10px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-left: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g402/MagikarpFisher/Ayanami/aya15.png); border-radius: 100px;][/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 255px; border: 3px solid #98B2BC; margin-top: -106px; background-image: url(http://i1100.photobucket.com/albums/g402/MagikarpFisher/Ayanami/aya15.png); border-radius: 100px;][/style][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -27px; text-align: left; font-size: 23px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE;]AND EVERY WAVE[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; text-align: justify; font-size: 33px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; color: #8BA4AE; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #EEEFF1; text-align: right; border-top: 1px dotted #98B2BC; border-bottom: 1px dotted #98B2BC; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 25px;]DRAGS ME TO SEA.[/style][style= margin: 15px; background-color: #EFF3F5; padding: 15px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #233339; text-align: justify;]It was quite a fine day indeed. And yet, there really wasn't much to say about this day. Nay, scratch that. Grave Sacrosanct really didn't have much to say about this day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there was a ruckus within the immediate vicinity that could only be really found around the marketplace of Loguetown. Obviously, being quite a bountiful and drudging port, it also meant that the docks of Loguetown were the main door that lead to the outside world through trading and selling. It was quite the main stream of sea mercantilism and it allowed anyone who was interested in purchasing rare materials and items from around the East Blue to do so within the bazaar that represented that settlement. Almost all ships, especially pirate ships, were normally passing through to stock up on supplies for the Grand Line since Loguetown was in a convenient location very close to Reverse Mountain, just out of sight of the Red Line.
Since there was such a ruckus on the main place of Loguetown, the young priest had decided to make his way further away from it, in a small paved area with benches and a couple of trees. In fact, this diminutive park-like location was probably the only place around the island that still had a bit of quietude to it. After all, Loguetown was a city on an island, with the city covering nearly the entire island, save for a few steep hills. Thus, this specific location was Grave's place of choice to enjoy a short moment of personal time. Each day, he would make his way from the only Church in all Loguetown, and would settle down with a book and a bag of bird seeds on one of the benches in the area. It was good for his own sanity, and helped him relieve some of the stress that the constant ruckus around town could muster in his being. He would normally spend around an hour or two at this particular place; reading while feeding the birds.
And that was exactly what Grave Sacrosanct was doing at this very moment. As a matter of fact, he had already been sitting there for around half an hour, stoic against the fiery sky. He was wearing his usual uniform; which was black and golden, along with a hat, which really didn't help him during such hot days. And yet, he would remain stoic even through the heat. At least, he had conveniently sat down at the only bench that was covered by the shade created by one of the nearby trees. A little troop of pigeons had made their way around his feet, and were eating the seeds that had been previously scattered around by the white-haired man. A book was brought up to a good foot away from his visage, which he was reading quietly; with his eyes following every line at quite a relaxed pace.
Suddenly, his reading was interrupted by an object that had found its way to his feet, and that had ended rolling against one of his boots. Of course, the young man turned his gaze away from his book to look down, and noticed that a parchment had indeed found its way to his location. It was only natural for him to lean down and grab the stray object. Leisurely, he leaned back to his original position and looked around the area only to notice a young white-haired woman that seemed to be the owner of several parchments, just like the one that had made its way to his feet. Thus, Grave Sacrosanct stood up to his feet, and walked up to the woman that shared the same hair color as him – which was quite surprising, seeing how white hair was not natural in young human beings. ''I'm sorry, Madame.'' said the young priest as he showed the object in his hand. A solemn smile would stretch itself on his visage as his eyes would meet with the woman's. ''I believe this is yours.''
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Post by Hakkyou on Mar 23, 2012 16:53:43 GMT -5
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Once all the rolls were beneath her arm again she noticed one of them had escaped and rolled over toward a stranger sitting on the nearest bench. Oh bugger all…
It was aggravating having to chase after one of the rolls of parchment, but help came in the form of the stranger sitting on the bench. The roll had ended up against his boot, and until he leaned down to retrieve it Hakkyou hadn’t noticed him sitting there. She took a few steps toward him before he spotted her and stood from the bench. He was tall, obviously around her age, with white hair and purple eyes. Hakkyou filed away his appearance into her memory; his hair color not seeming that odd to her since it was the same as hers, but still finding it a tad strange purely because she hadn’t met anyone who shared her hair color.
She noticed a few crosses emblazoned on his attire and felt a bit wary as he approached her. The only holy men she’d encountered who didn’t give her any grief about having worked on a pirate ship had been one’s who didn’t take too high a stock in a lot of the rules the Bible supposedly placed down. She’d never bothered to pick one up, not really caring about what it had to say about life or death.
Her red eyes gazed into his as he apologized and handed the parchment to her. “Aye, it is. Thanks, Mr. …?” she replied with a nod as she took the roll and added it back to the bundle beneath her arm. She hoped he’d give her his name; if he didn’t mind the fact she was labeled as a pirate by society he’d be a good ally, and if he did mind then she’d know who to avoid.
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Post by Grave on Mar 26, 2012 22:11:49 GMT -5
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Yet, this peace and quietude broke under the faint sound of a feminine voice, the white-haired woman's unwavering voice. Here she was, asking some sort of question by not finishing her sentence. Not that was a bad thing, or a good thing. It was just interesting, in fact. Being the man he was, Grave Sacrosanct always took note of small details, and tried to registered them in the back of his mind. Who knew? They might end up being useful at some point. But already, just thanks to this tiny bit of information, the white-haired man could tell that the female was strong-willed. Instead of asking a undeviating question, which could have shown that she lacked a bit of knowledge, as small as it may seem, she had decided to use a more directive approach. One could simply not step away or avoid this form of enquiry; not that it bothered the young priest anyways. He was always willing to exchange with people who had a strong head on their shoulders.
''... Sacrosanct'' simply replied the white-haired man while smiling at the young woman. ''My name is Grave Sacrosanct. One of the very few men of the cloth you'll probably see around this town. It is a pleasure to meet you.'' And with that, the young priest would give a slow nod to the female facing him; his smile not leaving his face for the moment. ''May I ask what your name might be?''
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