Cooling Down at Sea (Shoguns) Nov 13, 2018 16:51:45 GMT -5
Post by Flame on Nov 13, 2018 16:51:45 GMT -5
Syph Post #1 / Jaq Post #1
The captain's cabin of the Dancing Red was a quiet place for the most place broken away from the general ruckus of the rest of the ship. With the other inhabitant of it off at his own business Syphalia sat alone at a cluttered desk. Apparent upon it were a few pieces of paper that were of a different quality than the books and parchment that surrounded them. Before them Syph was leaning back on her chair, rocking it on its rear two legs.
With her hands at her head she was staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Her lips curled and pursed as she contemplated what to do with the knowledge at hand. Hmm what to do with- A sharp knock at the door stirred Syphalia from her thoughts.
"Come in." She called out slowly allowing her chair to drop back into a more solid resting position. Her attention turned to the lower door as Arlen walked up the steps, his combed black hair was terribly well kept at the moment. "What's up?" She asked as the rifleman was taking in the scene piecing together what she had been up to.
Arlen met her eye-to-eye "Lunch is almost ready." He said. There was no change in his face, probably meant there was a decent cook at the range today. "Ah ... okay I'll probably be there in a bit." the rifleman nodded in response and turned to walk away. Sitting there Syph listened for the sound of steps before gathering the papers before her and sticking them somewhere safer.
Elsewhere at the prow of the ship stood a singular figure. Even in a ship with only eight other people the lack of privacy was slightly annoying. With his torso bared to the world this man grasped in each hand a large weight. Small red pupils glared forward towards the next island as he pumped each arm switching back in forth.
What would become of him now, his eyes stared forward past the island they were heading to but instead to thoughts of the island after. Jaq remembered with certainty his trials and tribulations at Kenzan Island. The former-boxer smiled as he continued to curl those bulging biceps of his. Sweat pearled up on his chest running down his body in streams.
This continued for a little longer until finally he let his arms fall limp. "Three hundred reps each ... a good start." He said quietly mostly to himself acknowledging his ... weakness. There was much for him to improve, upon his return he'd need to prove stronger than before. Not to mention there were those even upon this ship that he needed to overcome. Turning around the boxer looked back over the ship he was on. Yeah, there was still much for him to do.