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Post by Georgia on Feb 26, 2010 17:05:05 GMT -5
The larger Russian man wandered around the front of his ship, surveying all that was around him. It was exquisite. He loved the feel of everything here as if was natural to him, like he knew it all the time.
He licked his lips and thought it was about time that food was made and served. He hoped that the man Toris was a good cook, and could make him the foods he used to have at home. "Toris Toris!" he called out, hoping he would hear him. "I think it dinner time! Toris!" he had a huge un-nerving smile on his face ready for Toris to come. He liked that man, and hoped this relationship would last, even, get better. He chuckled.
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Post by Denmark on Mar 3, 2010 1:02:05 GMT -5
The sky was as clear a blue as Toris had ever seen it. There were no clouds in sight; had there been any, they were far below him as the shipped glided more graceful than any bird through the air, high above the world where all of his troubles and cares were far out of reach.
Or so he assumed, when suddenly his daydreaming was interrupted by the terrible yet cheerful voice of his... his captain. He was awfully grateful that Ivan was so cheerful- had he been any less childlike he would have been terrible company as he was just as frightening as he was cheerful. Being his first-mate as well as the only other person on the ship, there were many duties Toris had on his shoulders, but because of his upbringing he was well used to hard work and manual labor. The pleasantries of the ship and seemingly kind demeanor of the Captain made him feel like royalty compared to how he had lived before.
He left his post at the starboard of the ship and approached his captain, a meek smile plastered on his face, ready to serve.
"Dinner, Captain Ivan?" The words tumbled from his mouth nervously. He felt there were still things he didn't know about the man, and he'd rather not find out if he had an unpleasant side. "Wh-what would you like?"
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Post by Georgia on Mar 3, 2010 16:26:10 GMT -5
Ivan kept that smile, and leaned back on a chair he so delactly placed his bigger frame on.
"borcht! Or can you choose whatever. Doesn't mind" he waved a hand, examaning a pics of jelwery he had on. "toris, are you my friend?" he asked again, his smile brought back to life each time it when away, if only for a few soconds. The bigger man for someodd reason needed reashuranc, even if the question he was asking had one strait answer her knew.
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Post by Denmark on Mar 3, 2010 22:20:28 GMT -5
"Right away, captain!" Toris began to back away so that he might prepare the meal for the two of them, for he could use a nice meal as well. That is, until the other man asked him something he hadn't expected.
He shifted uncomfortably for a moment, idly rubbing the watch on his wrist. Was he... his friend? Underling and servant were more appropriate words, but... he felt sure that Ivan had his back as much as Toris had his. After all, they had pirated this ship together. You can't just do something together of that magnitude and not be friends, right? He nodded briskly and added, "O-of course, capt-.... Ivan." He wasn't sure if a sense of formality was the right thing to use in a response like that. Especially when Ivan was making that face at him...
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Post by Georgia on Mar 8, 2010 1:45:26 GMT -5
The smile went away when he noticed the boy was hesitating. But as soon as he answered in his favor, the smile came back.
"Thats good Toris. Ive never actual.... had friends." he said, looking off out the window, then back to Toris. "But now! now I have you! and that is all I need!" Wasnt he the happiest thing? He turned around and walked towards the bow and started to steer the ship to follow southwest.
"We need to find a place. Place for pirates, da?" I shall find it. Go make food!" he snapped his fingers at him, telling him to leave.
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Post by Toris Lorinaitis on Mar 11, 2010 21:57:12 GMT -5
Toris nodded and made a small confirming noise in his throat. A place for pirates, eh? All to themselves? Sounds pretty swell, He thought as he strode toward the kitchen. A paradise, even... He was used to working quickly under pressure, and had their meal completed within no time. Not certain as to weather his captain wanted to eat inside or not, he placed their lunch on a tray and traveled back outside to let him know it was ready.
As he crossed the threshold of the doorway out onto the deck and into the fresh air, when suddenly he looked up and saw something... floating? Whatever it was, it was certainly large and looming above them. "A-ahh, Ivan...?"
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Post by Georgia on Mar 14, 2010 23:28:37 GMT -5
"Hmmm? what is it?" Ivan said after smacking his lips together seeing the food. He had set the ship on auto pilot and was singing to himself, watching birds fly outside a window.
He then turned around and looked. "... ahah!" he made a small giggle, hiccup. "Its our desitination!" Ivan clapped his hands and rushed to the helm. "Its place were pirates of the sky are!.... I think" he frowned.
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