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Post by nyo on Mar 13, 2010 23:30:25 GMT -5
He wasn't sure how long he'd been traveling, having lost track of the days since he'd left home weeks before-not that it really mattered to him. He might have had some set location whe he'd started out, but he had long since forgotten it. Most of the past few months had been spent wandering aimlessly.
Currently, Feliciano found himself in the inn of a small, out of the way sea port. Though the building it self wasn't very large-nothing in the town was-but it was cleaner and better kept than most of the ones in larger cities. Having decided that he quite liked it, he had payed for a room for several days. His goal was was now to teach the people working there how to make a decent plate of pasta, a feat that was starting to seem more and more impossible.
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Post by Preußen on Mar 22, 2010 18:44:02 GMT -5
Gilbert was getting really tired of all of these unplanned stops. Really, he would have liked nothing more than to just stick to the plan for once, but it seemed that all of these little stops somehow always brought him new crew members, so he supposed he couldn't really complain that much.
He'd still complain a little, though.
And complain he did, as they pulled into a tiny sea port on the coast of Italy somewhere - he wasn't sure where they were, really, just that their navigator had said this would be an alright place to stop. Alright? The town only had one air dock, and it wasn't even big enough for his ship. Of course, the dock crew tried their best to accommodate the massive ship, and they eventually got it docked with the help of a couple of the ship's grunt workers.
Gilbert's goal at this stop was to restock for food - again - and to get his crew members some better pirating clothes. It's not that he minded that they all looked like a merry bunch of misfits. That was fine with him, really. It was just that, well...
He glanced over at his navigator, who was tugging at his lacy cravat and studying the map Gilbert had given him intently. The man's lacy sleeves fluttered in the wind as he brushed his hair out of his eyes and obscured his vision. He pinned them back, but they continued to flop over his hands as he traced lines and paths onto the map.
The Austrian man needed more practical clothes, and that was final. Gilbert would pay for them out of his own pocket if he had to, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
As he hopped down the short ladder that lead to the seadocks below, he surveyed the small town. Spotting a small inn, he decided that maybe a few hours rest would do him some good. He glanced back up to the ship, then quickly strutted off toward the inn, not caring if the crew got curious about his whereabouts. As long as Katushya didn't get worried and start crying, they could wait for as long as he decided to take.
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 24, 2010 15:58:32 GMT -5
"Verdammt," Ludwig cursed as he wove through the crowds, map clutched in his hand. "Why do you do these things to me, Kapitan?" It wasn't as though he didn't have great respect for his captain; he did, but Gilbert's antics were beginning to irk him. Really, who else but Gilbert would disappear down an alley that wasn't even on the damn map? And now Ludwig was lost as a result! Gott, this was frustrating!
Eventually, Ludwig decided he'd be better off just finding someone to ask for directions, so he chose a small inn and walked inside, sighing at the loudness of the room. He massaged his temples to nurse the headache he knew would be coming and kept waking, not paying attention to anyone esle until he ran square into someone.
Ludwig looked down at the man, holding out his hand and apologizing for his carelessness. And while he was doing so, he observed the other: a small, brunette man who looked to be a few years his junior, with bright eyes and an smile like none Ludwig had seen before.
"Es tut mir Leid," he apologized. "I wasn't paying attention. Do you know the way to the air dock, by the way?"
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Post by nyo on Mar 24, 2010 18:50:43 GMT -5
He had been talking animatedly for quite a while before he realized that the kitchen was empty. It may have been the large crowd gathered in the front room or the miny commotion that was happening down at the docks, but either way it seemed that the inns owner and the various workers who'd been hanging around were gone. When had that happened?
"Ve~?" Feliciano blinked in confusion, pausing over the pot he'd been watching. After a few moments he decided to abandon the dish in favor of finding the people he'd been attempting to explain it to. Dousing the fire on the stove he turned to make his exit.
He'd barely managed to get out of the room before he found his backside making friends with the floor. "Oww..." He gave the floor a hurt look before his face returned to its normal grin.Feliciano was about to pick himself up when he noticed that someone was speaking to him. The italian found himself staring at a hand. It occured to him a few seconds later that the appendage was probably attached to something and he glanced upwards to find a tall blonde man standing over him.
Taking the offered hand, he allowed himself to be pulled up, nodding enthusiastically in answer to the others question. "I do, I do-I could take you there if you want."
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Post by Preußen on Mar 26, 2010 15:19:33 GMT -5
Gilbert entered the empty inn loudly, the door banging against the wall as it swung open - somehow, he always managed to make a loud entrance, even when he wasn't trying to. He cringed a little at the loud noise in the silence of the building, and surveyed the room, not seeing anyone who could help him to get a room for a few hours.
"HALLO~!" he called loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth. He paused to listen to his calls echo off the walls of the establishment, then called again, "ANYONE HERE~?"
He sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides as he didn't hear any sort of response. He turned to leave, but stopped as he heard voices near the back. He stopped to listen, but could only here the soft murmuring of talking through the walls; there were no distinguishable words to be heard. He opened the door and banged it against the wall again, calling out once more.
"HALLO! GUTEN TAG! ANYBODY HOME?!"
Guten Tag = Good day/Hello
Hallo = Hello
((Short post is short, ''orz /shot))
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Mar 27, 2010 7:49:18 GMT -5
"HALLO! GUTEN TAG! ANYBODY HOME?" Ludwig's ears perked up immediately at the sound of a familiar voice. Gilbert! Oh, thank God!
"I'm back here, Kapitan!" he called, moving quickly into Gilbert's line of view. Then he turned back to the younger man and said, "I don't think that will be necessary, anymore; my Kapitan has arrived. If you'd like, you can meet him, but I warn you, he's a bit...er...crazy at times."
It was at that moment that Ludwig realized he had forgotten something very important. "What is your name, by the way?"
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A/N: It's okay; my post was shorter!
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Post by nyo on Mar 29, 2010 19:43:27 GMT -5
BANG Feliciano nearly jumped out of his skin at the loud noise. He turned, searching frantically for the source of the noise, staring at the man who had just entered.
He turned back to his companion, a surprised look on his face. "Ve~ You know him then?" He waved enthusiastically at the new comer. "Hullo Mr. Kapitan!" He gave the other man a confused look. "Is being crazy a bad thing?"he asked.
"Oh!" He grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously."I'm Feliciano! Nice to meet you umm...who are you?"
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Post by Preußen on Apr 1, 2010 17:43:36 GMT -5
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at his first mate and the shorter, younger-looking brown-haired male with him. Lud didn't usually talk to strangers...maybe he had just stopped to ask for directions? Now that Gilbert had been discovered, he supposed the tall blond would force him back to the ship to wait patiently with the rest of the crew. He knew that his antics - particularly his habit of disappearing as soon as they docked in a new city - were wearing on his first mate's nerves; the tall German was characteristically serious, and Gilbert made it his personal mission to push the man to his limits, daily.
"Oi! Was machst du hier?" he asked, clapping a hand onto his first mate's shoulder as he approached the pair, grinning between the two. He laughed, and added, "I was trying to get away from you!"
His gaze fell on the brunette, and he noticed just how air-headed the kid looked.
"Ah...Guten Abend! Meine name ist Kapitan Gilbert Beilschmidt! This is Ludwig," he clapped the other on the shoulder again and grinned brightly at the shorter male. "Do you work here? The place seems pretty dead, for some reason."
Gilbert honestly had no idea that the reason for the emptiness of the establishment was the commotion that his own ship had caused at the dock just minutes prior.
Was machst du hier? = What are you doing here?
Guten Abend! = Good evening!
Meine name ist Kapitan Gilbert Beilschmidt = My name is Captain Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Apr 2, 2010 17:57:43 GMT -5
"Trying to get away from me again, Kapitan? Honestly, when will you learn that you cannot just wander around on your own?" With a sigh, Ludwig continued, "And the place is "dead," as you put it, because of our arrival. We caused quite a stir down by the docks." Honestly, was it Gilbert's mission in life to test his patience? But he supposed he shouldn't complain. After all, Gilbert had given him a job.
"This is Feliciano, Kapitan," said Ludwig, gesturing to the man next to him as his hand was shaken...far too vigorously for comfort. Ludwig was not a touchy-feely person, and this was pushing the boundaries. But he tried his utmost to ignore it. "And, as the kapitan just said," he adressed Feliciano, "my name is Ludwig. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Feliciano."
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Post by nyo on Apr 3, 2010 8:40:49 GMT -5
"I don't think he wanted you to find him" Feliciano commented. "You're not a creepy stalker or something are you? Vee-cause grandpa always told me I was supposed to stay away from those..." He gave the blond man a questioning look.
He shook his head in answer to Gilbert's question. "No, I was talking to the pretty girl who works in the kitchen and when I looked up she was gone" He made a 'poof' gesture with his hands. He sighed disappointedly. "Guess she went to the docks with everyone else..."
Feliciano processed the information he'd been given, storing it into his memory before latching onto the taller mans arm-oblivious to his discomfort. "Ve~!Ludwig~"
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Post by Preußen on Apr 6, 2010 20:12:56 GMT -5
Gilbert stared at the short Italian man that was clinging to his first mate's arm. And stared. And stared.
And then he began to laugh. Rather loudly, really. He was sure that Ludwig would hit him upside the head for laughing so hard, but considering his arm was being hugged by an air-headed brunette, he was obviously incapable of giving his captain a good smack. Of course, Gilbert temporarily forgot that the blond had two arms, and promptly began to point along with his laughing.
"Er ist wie ein Blutegel!" he cackled, gesturing to the Italian. Of course, it didn't register to Gilbert that the entire situation really wasn't that funny. "Eine niedliche kleine Blutegel!"
Er ist wie ein Blutegel! = He's like a leech!
Eine niedliche kleine Blutegel! = A cute little leech!
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Apr 10, 2010 10:41:09 GMT -5
Ludwig made what he though was a reassuring smile (but was actually a grimace) in Feliciano's direction. "No, I'm not a stalker," he assured the smaller man. "I'm merely trying to take care of my kapitan. I mentioned he could be a bit...erratic, didn't I?"
But Ludwig's stoic demeanor was shattered as the Italian latched onto his arm like...like a leech, that's what! And this bothered him to no end. Did no one understand that physical contact just wasn't something he liked? Could no one respect his need for personal space?
And he grew even more annoyed as Gilbert's cackling ensued. ""Er ist wie ein Blutegel! Eine niedliche kleine Blutegel!" Ludwig tried to resist the urge to slap his captain with his free hand. Resisting wasn't that hard, anyway, considering that his arm was not quite long enough. So he aimed a kick at Gilbert's shins instead. "Kapitan," he said, "kindly shut up."
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Post by nyo on Apr 17, 2010 18:55:21 GMT -5
Feliciano cringed at the look on the other mans face, inching away slightly (though not enough to relinquish his hold on the others arm.). He glanced over at the Gilbert, who seemed to be watching them with a rather intent expression.
“Oh, I see~” he nodded in understanding. His grin faltered somewhat when he noticed the other mans foot connect with the others shins. “Vee...maybe not...”
He jumped in surprise at Gilbert's sudden laughter. Unable to understand what the ship captain was saying and thus his reason for pointing Feliciano blinked up at Ludwig in confusion when the other man started laughing. "What did he say? Was it something funny?"
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Post by Preußen on Apr 18, 2010 17:56:32 GMT -5
Gilbert continued to snicker softly to himself, even as he rubbed his bruising shins, grinning up at his first mate. Hearing the short Italian's question, he turned his attention to the small brunette, grinning still.
"Don't worry about it, klein Italienisch," he gave the others' hair a gentle ruffle with one hand, the other coming to rest on his hip as he looked up at his first mate.
"Nun, we should be getting back to our ship now, ja, Ludwig?" he shot the other a dazzling smile as he turned and began sauntering slowly toward the door, glancing over his shoulder. "Ah...but I don't suppose der klein Italienisch would be interested in coming with us? Nein, probably not~"
He paused purposefully, waiting for the tall blond to follow and waiting for the brunette still clinging to said blond to take the bait.
klein Italienisch = little Italian
Nun = Well
der klein Italienisch = the little Italian
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Post by orewadoitsusei on Apr 22, 2010 19:32:06 GMT -5
Ludwig opened his mouth to translate, but shut it again. After all, who knew how this man would react to being called a leech? Sure, Ludwig himself had been thinking it, but he'd never be idiotic enough to say it aloud. But, then again, Gilbert was not known for his social grace.
"Yes," he finally said in response to Feliciano. "Just like the Kapitan said, it isn't important."
Ludwig did not leave with Gilbert, however, when the captain suggested they head back to the ship. He understood the ploy; if they waited long enough, perhaps Feliciano would come with them. They did need more crew members, anyway; perhaps it wouldn't be bad if the Italian tagged along?
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