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Post by Iberia on Jun 13, 2010 22:02:12 GMT -5
Sicounin was not entirely sure what had compelled her to wander away aimlessly from the rest of the Fortuna’s crew. Granted, the distance was not so big that she couldn’t find them, but the fact that she had left without any prior warning save for a “Shut up” snapped at a random crewmate who had managed to get on her nerves was somewhat worrying and displayed a lack of tact and common sense she would have otherwise tried to avoid. This was ridiculous, she eventually told herself, venting out like this was not the solution. But she had been in an awful mood as of late and sometimes it was just difficult to keep everything bottled in; especially when you had to interact with imbeciles all day. Her dreams did not help; they were confusing and strange and they made her head hurt and her stomach churn.
Sicounin muttered a curse under her breath as her foot gave out again; it had been badly injured in a recent fight and although she tried to hide it as best as she could, it was still hard to do so especially when she was all alone like this. That only made her mood worse; was the world out to get her or something? For the love of-
She flopped down beneath a small tree and began to rub her foot gently though the weapon to her side indicated she was very much alert to her surroundings. She rather missed Europe and the Spanish territory in particular but as always, safety came first.
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Post by Spain on Jul 2, 2010 0:43:13 GMT -5
(Huge epic joint post =u= Toni = Red, Mama = Green, Port = Blue.)
Antonio had a bad case of wanderlust. It was part of his success as a captain; he was always traveling, exploring, everthing he possibly could. And now here he was. Wandering Portuguese soils. He'd managed to escape from the crowded market towns, past the ports and the castles, and was wandering around in the forests. Behind him was his navigator, as always, following him. Sometimes he didn't quite know how Afonso knew where he always was. "You know, you can go back to the ship, if you want~ "
"It's alright." Was all he said, walking a few steps behind the captain with his hands in his pockets. He had often heard the crew comment on how similar Afonso and Antonio were to one another. Afonso generally shrugged it off, but he could never deny the fact that he was very similar to the Spanaird in the fact that he loved to explore. To map out new locations. Of course that wanderlust had gotten him in quite a few predicaments. But that was something to think about later. Instead, he allowed himself to wander behind the captain without thought. A reminiscent smile tugging at his lips. It was good to be in his own country.
Antonio stretched a hand over his head as he walked forward, yawning. The morning sun was beating down on him, and more than anything, he wanted to take a siesta. That sounded really nice, actually. The Spaniard started wandering towards the thicket of trees nearby, for all purposes, intending to flop over and take a nap right there. However, he was distracted, hearing a soft grunt from something that sounded...almost female. " H-hey, Afonso, did you hear that?"
"Hm?" He blinked turning his head not exactly paying attention. In fact, he was day dreaming. But he stopped walking after Antonio spoke up, straining his ears and... Another grunt, he frowned following after it. Before following an familiar pull. "Coming from this way."
This was the single most ridiculous case of foul mood and pain Sicounin had gone through in a while. Granted, her foot was barely hurting now, but she was still far too upset to think clearly. Perhaps lying down for a while would do some good; this was a fairly isolated area, so what were the odds of-- ... suddenly, there was a voice and the shuffling of leaves nearby. She frowned; thinking it could be a wild animal or one of her crewmates (not that she usually saw much of a difference there, right?) she looked up immediately, reaching out to grab her sword and standing up slowly. "..."
Antonio crept forward, a tight hold on his halberd as he moved towards the source of the noise. What could that be? An animal, a lost person, a member of an enemy crew? Who knew. Motioning for Afonso to follow, he started to creep forward--then completely ruined any pretense by calling out cheerfully, "Hola~ ? Is someone there~ ?"
He rolled his eyes, striding forward, passing Antonio. Though not before whacking the captain over the head. "If we get attacked, I'm blaming you." But he didn't think they would be attacked. Call it his intuation but it just seemed... Unlikely. Walking ahead of Antonio he paused catching sight of a woman sitting beneath a tree.He blinked slightly. Well, so far there seemed to be no threat. If anything... She looked hurt. He hesistated for a moment, before stepping towards her. "Miss? Are you alright?"
The first voice - she recognized the accent, but not the speaker. Her grip on the sword tightened; this wasn't anyone she even knew. But then there was another voice and she frowned. Another stranger..? She should run, but there was something keeping her from doing so. When she could finally see the two men (no, boys; they looked so young in her eyes), whatever reply she'd come up with fell on deaf ears and she simply stared for a long moment. There was something wrong but she didn't know why. "... I'm fine."
Antonio followed moments after his navigator, stumbling over a branch and barely catching up. "Afonso, jeez! Don't just go running off without..."
He paused, staring at the woman on the ground. There was something...strange about this, like he had met her before, somewhere. He'd had this feeling a few times, and it never failed to startle him, like a punch in the gut. The word Mama almost slipped out of his lips--he had to stop and right himself before asking, "Are you sure? You look hurt!"
"I said I'm fine." Sicounin spoke slowly, stressing the last word. She stood up, the sword scratching along a large stone she'd been sitting on, although from her posture it was obvious she did not intend to use it. It did not mean, however, that she wasn't aprehensive about the situation and she even took a step back. There was something strange about this; she was sure he'd seen them somewhere. Maybe it was something in their eyes but... "Who are you?"
Afonso, who had been merely staring at the woman in shock, was jarred sudenly when she spoke again. He blinked dazedly, raising a hand to rub his head before speaking without even thinking. "Lusitania." And then he paused, blinking in confusion. Where had that come? And why had it felt so natural to say to her? His head ached again. "I-I mean, Afonso. I'm Afonso."
Antonio was next. The moment his navigator said Lusitania, whatever that was, he chirped right back, "Hithpania!" Whoa, wait. Hispania? What was that? And more importantly, since when had he had a lisp? The Spaniard blushed and shook his head, looking abashed. " I mean, uh...Antonio! Captain Carriedo! Ahaha~ "
Lusitania...? If Sicounin had been having a strange feeling about all of this, then she could have sworn that had only made it worse. Those words seemed so... Natural to her, it was almost like she'd heard them all her life. Like she knew these two, even though she didn't. Then... Hispania? And that lisp. she knew that, she knew it from somewhere and-- she brought a hand to her head; it was starting to hurt, great. "Captain...?" She tried to focus on that and try to forget the rest. Were they enemies...? "... I-I should go.." And yet her feet refused to move.
"You're hurt," he pointed out, trying to shake away the aching familiarity. He knew her. He knew he knew her but... Another throb, and now he held his head with one hand. What was going on? He didn't understand at all. And Antonio's sudden lisp really did not help. He swore, it was all like deja vu. Like this discussion had somehow happened before. Or at least to an extent.
Antonio nodded, kneeling down. He'd always been good about hiding the headaches or anything of that sort- with barely a wince, he frowned and looked at the woman's leg. " Yeah, you're hurt...! We can't just leave a nice woman here hurt! No way!"
Sicounin shook her head and took another step back; she winced at the sudden pain, but she was too proud to accept their help, regardless of what they might say. She didn't generally fall for compliments. She noticed this Afonso person's apparent discomfort and tilted her head slightly to Antonio. "Leave it be. You should take care of your brother, he doesn't look so good." Wait, his-- were they even related? Where did that come from?
"I'm fine. Just a head ache." He responded. Not even dismissing the brother remark. Afonso had already come to view Antonio as his brother, so the comment seemed natural to him.
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Post by Spain on Sept 3, 2010 19:08:45 GMT -5
Antonio nodded, looking at the woman. For some reason, he just couldn't bear the thought of leaving her out here--so quickly going through his pack, the Spanish captain pulled out a small med kit, something Lovino had forced him to carry around (N-not because I care, or anything, he'd said, but because you're a stupid bastard that always gets hurt!), and smiled at her. "At least let us help, please?"
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Post by Iberia on Sept 3, 2010 20:34:34 GMT -5
She could not allow this. The simple fact that he had introduced himself as a 'captain' was enough to put her off - but somehow, this seemed to be different. She felt as if she could not accept their help because... Because they would need her help?
Because I can't protect you, if I can't protect myself.
The woman looked away, disguising a well-deserved smack to the back of her own head by that single line of thought. She had nothing to do with them. Nothing.
And somehow she knew if she looked at this Antonio's bright green eyes she would be unable to say know.
"... Alright. But don't try anything smart."
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