Good ol' Loguetown [Open]

[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last Today's a bright sunny day with a pinch of white clouds partnered with a calm, cool breeze. Nothing like a good walk to go with the mood. Syr, in a floral shirt, acts as if he's on vacation and stretches both his arms up high to relax some tense muscles, at the same time, inhaling some good ol' Loguetown air. "Ahhhhh!", he exhaled loudly with a smile to relieve stress from work. Though he rarely does anything, just being in the marines seems to put weight upon his shoulders as if he was in the front line of a battle. He decided that today is a perfect day for a vacation. And there seems to be no place better for a vacation than your own hometown. Loguetown hasn't changed much after he left to join the marines. There isn't much change in structures and there are still some familiar faces. There's still that old bar where pirates like to hang around and drink till they drop drunk: probably the loudest and liveliest place in Loguetown. "Better keep a safe distance from there", he thought to himself. Being a marine, whether he's on vacation or not is still a marine. He doesn't want to make a huge fuss around his beloved town. "...or maybe i'll pass by later for a little drink", he said to himself fixing his sword on his shoulder as he walked along the path that continues around the rest of the town with a smile.

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[LANCE CHASER]

Beneath the gentle clear blue sky, caressed by the morning light rested the peaceful landscape of Loguetown. A town absolved by both beauty and a rancorous amount of pirates. And maybe that was why the blonde haired child soldier was patrolling that very town, a riffled tossed over his should, a flowing smile on his face. He didn't have to worry about concealing his firearm, not many people on this island were phased by weaponry like that any more. Adjusting the strap he ducked around another corner.

The street was like the rest, a long winding stone path covered on both sides by some wooden buildings, stores, maybe pubs, and a few people spread across. He really wasn't seeing where all the pirate abundance was. But maybe they all went to the pubs, most pirates seemed to be horrible drunks. He stretched out a yawn over the next few feet, he felt a little tired, but he probably wouldn't be getting any legitimate rest soon. There was bar in the far off corner of the town that he eyed warily as he was passing, he wasn't going to enter it but he couldn't stop himself from thinking what might lie inside.

Images of mostly vacant rooms with wooden round tables and a few fat smelly bastards popped into his mind. Who else would be drinking at such an early time?

His distracted waltz lead his straight into the side of another male, he had short messy hair and was quite nearly the same height as Lance. The marine hadn't been moving too fast, he had actually been moving at a relaxed pace so the collision extremely light and brief as the blonde haired marine pulled himself back, "Oh, sorry, wasn't paying attention," ruffling his hair he would smile at him innocently.

[MARIK SWIFT]

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There was a knock at the door that brought Marik's back into reality in response. His mind in agitation wonder who it was as he wasn't expecting, or looking forward to any visitors. Hopefully the admirals wouldn't have sent him another mission. "Come in," Marik would still speak though despite his displease with the company. Behind the door stepped in one of his petty officers, and Marik would waste no time asking, "What is it?" Despite his displease of the sudden intrusion, he always wore a smile... smirk at his face that was a example of his title as the smiling demon. It wasn't very pleasing to be called a demon - even if a smiling one, but Marik didn't let it bother him too much as titles were nothing more than words. He didn't care very much for those foolish titles as they were only words placed upon one by another. The marine entered in his standard marine attire, and stood at attention. "Sir. The marine Admirals, are searching for Ensign Syr and Warrant Officer Lance for duty. They said that they had been neglecting heir duties. They request that you go find them," the marine said. More disappointing news for Marik it seem. Another petty task by the admirals that was insulting to Marik's rank. Still, he was never disrespectful so telling the officer to go tell the admirals go to hell, would have been a little too far fetched of his mannerism. Still, he wasn't very please to have to do the petty task especially since none of the men were apart of his fleet. He knew this for the fact that he had perfectly remember the name of almost all his allied officers. Saying nothing more on the subject, Marik rose to his feet and proceeded to the door leaving the marine in place. He would leave his cloak behind to day, despite he always wore it, as it really wasn't necessary. He knew the names but he didn't know what the men looked like, so he was basically searching for a needle in a haystack, so to speak. He had done that intentionally though as he simply wanted to take a stroll through the city of good ol' Loguetown. He walked for several blocks. His duty was to find the two men, but his mind didn't concern for that very much as he was simply just strolling to his own liking. Still, he would look for them nevertheless. If anything he would try asking the name of any marine he saw roaming the streets. The day was a nice shade of sunlight that made it good for a morning stroll. Al though, Loguetown wasn't as active as it was throughout the day - much to Marik's liking. He entered a bar he had come across to see if he would find anyone there. Most people of this generation seemed to like drinking to the point where their minds couldn't function in one piece. Despite how stereotypical it sounded, pirates were the main drinkers above all else. He couldn't remember how many pirates he had met who would be staggering on themselves at his feet in intoxication. Some of them would ask him to help them get home, and Marik not minding it would help them as a act of sympathy. Even female pirates indulged in getting into this intoxicated state, where they would be walking around half naked as they were out of their mind. No one were the bar except a large quantity of pirates who all gave him distasteful gaze the moment he entered. None of them moved though, so Marik didn't either - simple as that. He eyed the bartender behind the counter, and his mind pondered on at least taking a drink since he entered as a show of respect. Not beer, or any of that stuff. He more preferred a glass of fine wine, which most likely the bar didn't offer, so instead Marik left without another word. Exiting the bar he saw his first two batch of marine officers. He scanned them for a second, taking in their appearance, and identified them to not be apart of his fleet, which must have mean't they were at a fifty-fifty for being the Syr and Lance he was searching for. He walked up to them, and their heights matched as he did. "Hey there. I'm searching for Mr Syr and Lance," he spoke easily and waited for a response.[/style] [style=font-size:7px; letter-spacing:2px] [/style]

[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last Walking around town in a casual manner, with a cool breeze passing by that seemed to tickle underneath his chin, Syr was at peace. He chuckled as he looked around like a child, reminiscing a few memories as he walked that familiar street. Suddenly, something caught Syr's attention that made him pause. A rather warmer breeze passed by from his left carrying a familiar scent that overcame the smell of alcohol that stuck under his nose. He slowly faced towards that direction as a bigger smile grew on his face. It was none other than Loguetown's bakery: one of Syr's favorite shop in Loguetown. Syr remembered well the taste of their delicious muffins that he loved so much. The mere thought of it made his mouth water a bit and also made his vision slightly dull that every other pathway seemed to blacken out, and only the single path towards the bakery remained. But before he could even start walking towards the bakery --- "Oh, sorry," a man, rather, a boy bumped him from behind, "wasn't paying attention", he continued as he ruffled his hair and smiled. This boy was of the same height, yet his face showed more youth than him. Because of this, Syr was now conscious of his own height, thinking that he's not as tall as he think he is. Now, Syr wasn't the type to get agitated over a simple matter such as getting bumped from behind ... or having the same height as someone younger than him ... yet, there was one thing he noticed: this blonde boy didn't look like a local. Quickly, he replied, "no biggie!", as he said with a smile so as not to worry the boy. He then followed, "sorry, but, you're not from around here are yah?", he asked straight-forwardly, giving a kind look showing that he's willing to help in-case this boy was lost. Unfortunately, before the conversation could continue, Syr saw a rather dashing figure that girls would easily fall for coming towards them. He stopped by their presence and said, "Hey there. I'm searching for Mr. Syr and Lance", he spoke openly, calmly, yet with a bit tone of authority. Needless to say that this man was a marine sent to search for him because of his little vacation, and also this Lance fellow. So, like a child caught doing a prank, Syr quickly smiled, raised both his hands to shoulder height and said, "Yah caught me officer. Mr. Syr here."

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[LANCE CHASER]

It was relief not get hounded on by the shaggy haired male that the young warrant officer had accidentally strayed into. His smile perked up a little more at the idea that he had found one of those nicer sorts of people. "No, how did you kno-" he gushed, at least until he had been so suddenly interrupted. A frown peaking his lips he looked to the inquiry, he didn't like the way the man called out his name. Mister Lance? It sounded wrong, he preferred the title lieutenant Chaser, or anything to do with his last name that went so well with formal titles.

"Lance at your service," he saluted. He could have asked why he was looking for the pair, but it sounded like a bad idea. Besides, he also knew the answer, ish, how many reasons could a marine captain have for hunting down two marines? "Watcha need," he responded gleefully, like an excited puppy. He didn't think it could be more work, because that was what he was doing right now, so ideas of promotions and what not fluttered around in his mind. Or maybe he was being re-assigned.

Either notion he wouldn't mind, right now he was feeling extremely impervious to any news, the day was just so nice. Nice enough for long walks, or long walks with friends, he might even later ask the two to join him in his joyous venture.

[MARIK SWIFT]

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[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last As Syr raised both his hands and replied to the dashing fellow, the blonde boy beside him quickly raised his hand in salute and replied, "Lance at your service." Never did Syr expect that this boy was thee Lance fellow the person in front of them was talking about. Not only that, Syr actually failed to notice that this Lance was actually part of the marines. He took a glance at Lance who seemed to have recognized this person in front of them, yet, the way he reacted showed that they aren't close and somehow, this person was somewhat superior to him. Despite his ignorance, Syr continued his smile and scratched the back of his head as he felt a little ashamed of himself. As soon as Syr turned his glance towards the person in front of them, he saw in this man's face a face of relief. It was probably difficult to look for two people with no possible relation. And as Syr recalled, this man didn't seem to recognize them as he approached. "He's one lucky guy, hitting two birds with one stone", he thought. The man smiled, saying that both Syr and Lance were called by the admirals and that we were needed immediately. His words were shocking to Syr, not only to be found this quick, but being called by the admirals themselves, he was sure that he was in big, big trouble. Nevertheless, Syr couldn't resist a tiny chuckle that exited his lips as soon as the man's stomached growled slightly as he paused his little speech. Even with a clenched fist covering his mouth and even after clearing his throat to break the chuckle, his eyes spoke differently as they showed a continuation of amusement towards this little ice breaker. The man gave a little smirk and said a few more words. "From the looks of things you two seem busy" he said while pointing towards Loguetown's bakery. The man continued and not only offered to treat both Syr and Lance for some delicious pastries, he even gave assurance that both of them will not be punished because of their absence. The punishment, though, was obviously unavoidable, even after hearing those words from the man. Syr finally came to the idea that this man was obviously of higher rank than him, as he claimed to be able to talk to the admirals in such confidence. With the already expected punishment, Syr thought that there would be nothing wrong if he continued his vacation a little longer. Besides, it was an offer from someone of higher rank to be treated to some delicious pastries, it's probably the same as taking an order. He took a glance at Lance as soon as the man passed around them and raised a fist, a bit to his chest level and smiled while saying a silent "yes!", giving a kind of gesture saying that he's going to take up that man's offer. His other hand then reached towards Lance, offering a simple handshake to the blonde boy. "Lance, right?", he said confidently, "pleased to meet yah!" Syr then said in a rather loud voice saying, "well, i can't say 'no' to an offer like that!", trying to get that man's attention. Taking another glance at Lance and pointed his finger towards the bakery's direction: a simple 'let's go' gesture.

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[LANCE CHASER]

Laughter, once, twice, small petite giggles at the marine's chatty belly. There was something about a commanding officer showing hunger that was amusing, funny almost. But as fast as the moment had came it had left, leaving an awkward moment of silence where he had no clue what would be next. Maybe brunch? That would be funny, he fingered a loose strand of golden hair and curled it around his finger in silent anticipation.

He retained the impulse to pump his fist into the air, spot on dear Watson. He didn't even pretend to be surprised by the offer, because it was just the way things had been heading; he simply smiled a little brighter. Whatever he could do to prolong actual work hours. Unlike most people he didn't fear his superiors, there was hardly a conflict he couldn't charm his way out of, and the higher ups seemed equally susceptible.

Though the marine was perfectly agreeable about skipping out on duties for free food, he looked to mister Syr who probably had a cooler last name to go with, for guidance. He probably wouldn't go if he objected.

"Yeah" he nodded with a goofy grin, "n' nice to meet you too," shaking the hand as he responded. Nice people were boss. Hand shaped into a little play gun he did one of those little bang motions, dropping his thumb, and winking. Gotcha. And then he'd move forward to the bakery, a little hungry himself, but going more so for the fun.

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[MARIK SWIFT]

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[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last Syr went inside the bakery along with Lance, pushing the door hard, whispering "muffins" as he glanced inside, looking for that generous man. He forgot to ask that man's name and what his rank was within the marines. He wanted to know so that he could be a little more comfortable talking with both Lance and that man. As soon as he spotted him, he grinned hard and went towards him. The man was eyeing the pastries through the glass case, taking short stare at the deliciously looking cinnamon buns, yet, he still didn't take his order even though he was in that hungry state. "He must have been waiting for both me and Lance", he thought to himself. Syr kinda knows how he feels. He himself is actually quite hungry after he was able to capture the bakery's wondrous scent. There's just no resisting Loguetown's bakery. Syr didn't want to prolong that man's hunger, so he tried to start a conversation. But before Syr could start, the man popped a question concerning about their day out. Though he wanted to know his name first, he didn't want insult the man by not answering. He scratched the back of his head and answered promptly, saying, "well, to be honest, we just bumped each other before you came to us", smiling as he glanced a bit towards Lance, "i actually got this guy's his name from you", intentionally following with a sentence concerning Lance's name so that he would have an opportunity to ask him for his. "Which reminds me... i never got yours". Syr lowered his hand back towards the man in order to give him a formal handshake.

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[LANCE CHASER]

He'd order something frosty he thought as he slipped in to the shop a second step behind Syr. He was instantly effected by the store, all the scents had just collapsed in on him like an delicious wall of flavors. If little Lance didn't find the act of drooling extremely disgusting and unhygienic, he would have been included to do so. He adjusted his eyes to the setting as it seemed he had faded out for a moment, his body seemed to have needed a reboot from all the flavorful smells.

The first thing he saw was the creamy white tiling, nice, and then those little panels with glass casing and the pastries under, even better. Without a second thought he charged to the counter, with the mildest of regards for his companions. Greedy eyes darting around from something flavorful and frosted, as planned. And he didn't need to be reserved cause someone else was fronting the bill. He was on the brink of bliss.

But so many choices to pick from, it was like trying to choose a flavor of ice cream at an ice cream store, the choices were almost limitless. "Uhnnnn," he was having technical difficulties with choosing. So like a responsible adult, he hobbled over to the other two with that kind of cute face that could only mean an ulterior motive. "Right o, what he said. Cept I wasn't skipping shift, I was making my runs like I was told to. You see, I was told go patrol the town and...yeah," gasp,"by the way, what do you guys plan on getting?" Yes, that was his plan.

Though he also wanted to jump in and be like, silly boo~ that's marine capy-tan Marik Swift. He thought that would come off as rude though, and refrained.

[MARIK SWIFT]

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[SYR CHAPTER]

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[atrb=cellpadding,0][atrb=cellspacing,0][atrb=style,width: 300px; padding: 10 20 20 10;] life's an adventure live as if today's your last After hearing Lance's reply, Syr felt uneasy in a way and said, "Eeeehhh?! You were on patrol?", in a rather loud voice while facing Lance, "That means ... i'm the only one who's screwed!". With both his hands on his head, he was a little troubled on how he was going to explain to the admirals. At least with someone else being scolded, it wouldn't be so harsh as they would share the punishment. He then sighed, smiled and said, "C'est la vie!", for he knew that he was in the wrong and does deserve punishment. Hopefully the admirals would go easy on poor Syr. After the little misunderstanding, Marik ordered a cute, mouthwatering cinnamon bun. It looked so appealing to the eye that Syr automatically faced the counter to see if there were any muffins left. Marik already paid for his cinnamon bun and left the change for both Syr and Lance's order, giving the assurance that their little snack is free. Syr joined Lance who seems to be in the process of blacking out from staring at the counter too long, as Syr thought. "Soooo, which one are you gonna get?", Syr asked Lance since he himself was having second thoughts. "Muffins or something else?", these words kept repeating inside his mind. He quickly eyed a few more possible choices as he waited for Lance's reply. They had to make a fast decision since Marik had already reserved a seat for the three of them and stood there, waiting for the both of them. He wanted Lance to order first, though. Maybe Lance's order will be more appealing compared to Marik's cinnamon bun or his first choice, a delicious muffin. The situation became really troublesome. ___________________________________________________ OOC: no biggie, man..take your time.

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