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[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel looks distracted. He's reclining on a very nice settee stolen from a British colonial who doesn't need it anymore. Or the book he's reading. Especially not the red pirate hat he borrowed from a skeleton. He worries one of his coattails and squints at the text; this is the fourth time he's read this passage.

They oped the bag, and out the vapours brake,
When instant tempest did our vessel take,
That bore us back to sea, to mourn anew
Our absent country. Up amazed I flew,
And desperate things discoursed; if I should cast
Myself to ruin in the seas, or taste
Amongst the living more moan, and sustain?

Axel decides he's getting nowhere while the text is warning him about his own stupidity. He uses the book as a pretense to stare at the other people on the Plane. Their problems are more interesting right now.]

Comments

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[say hello to your worst nightmare, Axel]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel pretends not to see her~]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[sneak sneak sneak]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Yawwwwwwwn.]

Planning something, Shortcake?

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

You look very relaxed.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Well, this is a very comfortable couch. [He adjusts his hat and smiles.]

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

It certainly looks that way.

[Smiling back and leaning over to attempt to sneak a peek at the passage]

So what was on that paper you were reading, if you don't mind me asking?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at the sudden space invasion. Something about her reminds him of Naminé, though, so he calms down a bit, all without batting an eyelash.]

This? Just something to pass the time. It's a book of epic poetry. I think it's based on a myth.

[taughtmedicine.livejournal.com]

[leans over the edge of the couch]

Oh, so that's what it was. Nice hat, by the way.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't notice the change, in fact, she gets closer all while keeping a comfortable distance between them.]

Really? What does it say? I can only see so much from right here.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

N-nothing, desu!

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Riiight. [He rolls his head to the side and stares at her.]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[He tilts the book toward her.]

"Not men, but giants, issued through the ports,
And mighty flints from rocks tore, which they threw
Amongst our ships; through which an ill noise flew
Of shiver'd ships, and life-expiring men,
That were, like fishes, by the monsters slain,
And borne to sad feast."

This Ulysses guy has really bad luck.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

You recognize it? [He grins a bit at the compliment.] It's amazing what you can find for free.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[Listening/reading along and sad faces ho]

It does definitely sound that way... His poor crew as well. I hope things don't stay that way for the rest of the poem.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Awwww. D:]

To be fair, most of what's happened was brought on by his crew's stupidity. Usually greed.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[Doing her best not to take it so personal, it IS a poem after all.]

But it's still sad to see people die, or I guess in this case, read about it. Though...that's the result of making so many mistakes.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Making mistakes doesn't mean you die. The real hero of the story learns from his mistakes and tries to correct them, and so far he's still alive.

That's the important part.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't mean that if you make a mistake you'd die. If that was true, I'd probably be dead ten times over but- um...

That's good then too... So how far along are you in the book? Or are you rereading it again for pleasure's sake?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Same here, heh heh heh.

[He dog-ears a page and closes the book.]

I'm just skimming. Most of this story is told as a flashback, from what I can tell. I found it somewhere, thought it was pretty out of place, so I decided to read it.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

Good thing we don't die so easily then huh?

"Out of place"? Where did you find it and are you sure no one might be looking for the book?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [He scratches his mane of hair.] Well, you know. I... found it. Just like I found this couch.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[Pardon Kururu as this slowly begins to process in her mind]

.....so, in any other words, you technically stole it.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[ROFL]

Technically, I'm only borrowing it.

[allmarbles.livejournal.com]

[:( she catches on quick at least.]

Without their permission, right? So then, that's stealing.