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 Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:30 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 7:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 12:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 2:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 5:37 pm
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► Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☼ First Mate of the Amante, how can I help ya~?
Antonio laughed cheerfully like always, not particularly disappointed in not having another spar partner. Perhaps, the captain was trying to show she was worthy of an opponent during practices. If not, why was she allow herself to be called the title of captain?
"Why is it that I always get held back of all the fun, Cap'n? Anyways, you're right. It's quite exciting such a match as this." He replied, softening his smile in order for him to take part of the audience of the nest duel. They were so different, one had a cold and distant feeling and the other slightly warm and determined to find her lover (or so, Antonio was getting this determined vibe anyways).
The Spaniard knew very well what could happen when you allow prejudice to take over before you get to know someone. Arisa seem like a kind child (he thought he sounded elderly when referring her as this) and quite frightened of having a blade in her hand, for she was the one wielding the murderous weapon knowing that one day she will have to strike and kill another human being.
Fey reminded Antonio of a harsh predator, but a very fair one. She did allow to herself to advantage of the weak and thought out her battle plans carefully. He could tell this much. She was barking out orders for her apprentice to listen. He stifled a chuckle, covering the laugh with his hand and only allowed his green eyes to show his happy expression.
I feel like someone is staring at me.. thought the Spaniard rather suddenly---however if someone were to be looking at him, he could only assume it was younger brother that barely made a conversation with him. It must had been really hard for him to deal that he ran away to make him so uncomfortable and cold to him. Antonio tugged on the cuff of his dull green shirt that was no match for the brightness against his own emerald eyes. He didn't like it when Enrique had his eyes glued onto him. Made him feel like he was a stranger rather than a brother to the other Spaniard. Perhaps the boy felt that way---after all, he had witnessed his own brother cheerfully carry out a battleaxe, asking for a fight without any hesitation and fought on par as well winning against the lady captain with a mere blade. Perhaps he had the very right to at least fear him or make him feel isolated. Antonio blinked, his eyelashes touching for a quick second. He wanted to turn his head around and give his brother a hug that he knew that he hated so much. He didn't mind the verbal abuse but after the duel, would he still look at him with the same, fierce eyes or would he stare into his eyes with fear and great puzzlement.
Antonio ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't everyday he thought so hard.
"...Angela.. Do we have any tomatoes..?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:35 pm
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Captain Angela Love Benedict
Angela crossed her arms, watching the duel-turned-lesson. She knew that Fey could win easily enough, but being a bigger person and giving the poor girl a chance made Angela's admiration for the icy woman increase. At Antonio's comment, Angela sighed. "You would win too easily, anyways, goof. Just enjoy being a spectator for once. Take a breather," so she said, but the sight of a good battle made her eager to jump in.
Angela watched the battle as closely as possible, but her attention shifted as her body realized that she couldn't be part of it and it got bored. She saw Tik and Keita conversing. That lost her interest as fast as it attracted it. Then her eyes went to Enrique. He was staring back in her direction, but not at her. It went to his brother, her first mate and confidante. She had noticed that he did that a lot, with the eyes of a stranger. She sighed. She knew Antonio's life story as well as she knew her own. She patted his shoulder in comfort, then retracted, not liking to get too touchy-feely with even her closest crew member.
"There's fresh tomatoes in the kitchen. I made sure to pick them up for you before leaving. And there's dried ones stashed away with the others, but don't go gulping those up just yet," she told him. She liked to keep a stash of dried fruit hidden away, just in case.
Make fun of my name and I'll KILL you. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:40 pm
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► Antonio Fernandez Carriedo ☼ First Mate of the Amante, how can I help ya~?
Antonio was slightly surprised when he felt Angela's hand patting him softly, as if to cheer him up in a nonverbal way. This made him smile a little---even if the small contact ended as fast as it had happened. His smile grew a tad bigger when she confirmed that there were tomatoes loaded on the ship. Tomatoes were his favorite food in the world---he could it with just about anything, even raw!
He gained back his personality, laughing happily. He stuck out a tongue at her, "I don't plan making this ship tomato-less, Cap'n. I'll just eat on one or two, if you don't mind~" He then hurried out of the conversation, running like a child towards the kitchen in hopes of tasting a nice, fresh red fruit. (...or vegetable, whatever..)
xxHe had then forgotten about Enrique's olive eyes still being glued to him. His facial expression changed from seriously observation to just plain 'what the heck?' type of face. He sighed, finally taking his focus from the Spaniard to the fight, which he didn't find much amusing. He could care less who won.
Antonio disappeared into the kitchen, making obnoxious noises when he was trying to search for his beloved tomatoes. When he found his treasure, he let out a small, delighted yelp and immediately took a fruit, staring at it as if it were sacred.
He bit into it, not waiting to even go outside to eat, the liquid pouring a little from side of his mouth. Antonio swallowed, laughing a little. The tomato was so cool and delicious.
Maybe just one whole tomato would satisfy him. He just had to eat it slowly to relish the taste.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:42 am
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