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Fantasy RP The Tale of the Shadow (Kkjib)

Azra snorts, "Next thing you're going to tell me is that I've been your idle for the last five years of your life." He bends, grabbing the largest section and neatly coiling it in long strokes, settling it into place as he he grabs the shorter length.
 
"If you were the captain of the Dread Knots then I'd say yeah. Not like for five years but definitely a guy I'd love to meet one day." Zukata awnsers with a small laugh as he bends down with Azra slightly happy that the conversations was still going and that he wasn't shoved away yet.
 
Azra tenses, "Captain Azaryahu was a fool." He murmurs, straightening.

"His ego and pride are going to be his downfall."

He starts walking, jaw tense.
 
"Not a fan I'm assuming." Zukata chuckles as he follows along. "He had ambition though. It was said he was pretty young, to think a captain like that was younger then me."
 
Azra closes his eyes, "I used to love the Dread Knots. But shit happens." He stops down a set of stairs and shoves a door open, tossing the rope onto a shelf.

"The pieces for into that barrel over there." He waves his hand in the direction.
 
Zukata let out a small 'ok' as he walks to the barrel and puts the scraps into it.

"That's true, shit happens... but I've always wanted to meet the guy. I wanted to know his way of thinking, how he came to be a captain of such a deadly crew. Hell, when I was part of the navy I was told to fear that crew and ship." Zukata rants softly with a small hum.
 
Azra's jaw tightens again. "Azaryahu had a decent kill count. At least that's what he said." He shakes his head, "He was never proud of it, I can tell you that."

He leans against a wall, crossing his arms. He swallows thickly, feeling the loss of his crew heavily again.
 
"You know the guy?" Zukata asks over his shoulder as he finishes putting the scraps in the barrel. "Or are you the guy?" He adds playfully, trying to make a small joke.
 
Azra just keeps his face tilted in Zukata's direction, seeming to be staring at the man he couldn't see. "Maybe." He murmurs, his voice low, serious.

He drops his arm, "I'll let your fucking peanut brain work overtime until I see steam coming out of your ears."
 
Zukata looked back at Azra and slightly tilts his head. "A-Are you joking with me? I.. I was joking.." He chuckles dryly as his mind process Azra's words.

'Maybe' He might be the captain Zukata has been wanting to meet for a long time. There was a possibility.
 
Azra strides back through the door and up the stairs. He goes back to his crate, sits back down, and goes back to looking over the ropes and coiling then back up.
 
Zukata was still his spot as he really thought heard about it.

Azra knew alittle to much about the Dread Knots and the captain to not be the captain. Finally with that conclusion Zukata makes his way out if the room and storms over with realization.

"You are him aren't you!" He says pointing at Azra, his finger mere inches from the man's arm.
 
Azra simply continues the same motions, "Peanut brain finally put two and two together. If you want a cookie, your sorely out of luck, because I don't have any." He lifts his head, silent.
 
"Hey.." Zukata trails off with annoyance.

"Stop calling me a peanut brain, and I'm not some child in need of a reward." He huffs his foot stomping on the ground in frustration. "Why are you so rude to me, hm?"
 
Azra smirks, "Not a child? So why are you stamping your foot and throwing a tantrum like one, hm?" He stands, crossing his arms.

"This is who I am, peanut brain. If you don't like it, maybe be careful who you idolize next time, yeah?" He snorts, "I'm a bitter, beaten down man who has nothing left but his own self-pity and misery. And Id like to keep it that way."
 
Zukata gasps in offense and frowns. "For one I never idolized you... I just wanted to meet you." He huffs, not denying the tantrum and child part.

"You need to stop wallowing in self pity, it's sad and pathetic." He comments as he just walks away to a different side of the ship.
 
Azra sighs, rubbing his temple as he closes his eyes. He flinches at Zukata's words and presses his hand to his mouth now, covering the expression his lips made. He shudders and blows out a deep breath.

"Well, I'm a sad and pathetic man, what can I say?" He plops back down onto the crate, leaning against the side of the ship and tipping his head back.

He could feel the fog and mist that always surrounded the ship like a second skin, and it made Azra feel even more depressed. If there was one thing that could help with the healing of depression, it was physical activity and sunshine. And they were obviously lacking in the latter.
 
Zukata was silent for a good thirty minutes before he spoke once more.

"You've made mistakes... so have I but in the end it's all up to how how you deal with the guilt. It's never leaves, so you can either wallow in it and let it consume you or live with it. Recognize it, and walk with it hand in hand because if you let it consume you it would destroy the person they knew. Do you really want to disgrace their memory like that? Become a person they wouldn't recognize?" He speaks not facing Azra.
 
Azra scoffs softly, his head still tipped back, "I am still the same man they knew. I only wallow behind closed doors, I promise." He runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm coping in my own way. I'm still here, I still love and breathe. And, most of all, I don't let my misery effect others. What effected you was me being a dick." He snickers softly. "I know how to deal with my feelings, I've been doing g it for two years."
 
"Well I think your people skills are shit because you haven't been around people for two fucking years." Zukata grumbles.

He then sighs as he looks to Azra. "But it still hurt didn't it? Losing your crew like that? I know I would need more than just two years to cope. But we're different you and I. What works for you wouldn't work for me and vise versa." He starts with a small hum, leaning on one of the larger ropes on the side of the ship. "I want to help though. The best way I can if you would help me. I know I'm an idiot and a peanut brain and probably a bad captain to my own crew but I would say I'm a caring kind of guy. I help people, I want to help people."
 
Azra closes his eyes, "I wasn't even in the cabin. I was on the helm of the ship. It was the last thing I saw." He felt tears sting his eyes and he trembles slightly.

"You don't know me, not even a little bit. I'm a dick, that didn't just come from two years of seclusion. I've always been kind of a dick."

He grins slightly, pushing away the memory.
 
"I'm not saying your not but you need to not suppress the memories. You need to embrace the bad as well as the good." Zukata says. "I don't know you but I could if you let me. Allow me in, let me help." He says as he steps closer to Azra, his steps heavy.
 
Azra grunts softly, shaking his head, "Maybe." He stands, stretching as he twists at his waist.

"I think I'd be a great grumpy old man though. Reclusive, mean, angry." He smirks slightly and places a hand on his hip. "What do you think?"
 
Zukata let's out a small laugh. "Well you've got the height for it." He comments softly as his feet end up taking him right where he wants to be, right infront of Azra.
 
Azra blinks and tilts his head, "What do you mean by that?" He pauses and then frowns, huffing.

"Are you calling me short, peanut brain?"
 
"Its self explanatory, short stack." Zukata huffed with amusement. "You're shorter than me, and your only gonna get shorter when your older." He pokes fun softly
 
Azra scowls, "I am not that short!" He crosses his arms, grumbling.

"It's not my fault you're tall."
 
Zukata laughs as he steps to the side of Azra. "You thought I was eye to eye with you, yesterday. It was so funny to see you starting so intently on my neck it really freaked me out."
 
"I wasn't staring intently. It just looks like that because I'm blind!" He crosses his arms, quiet for a moment before grumbling, "And I'm staring at your neck again, aren't I?"

In fact, he was. He hadn't noticed Zukata move to stand in front of him, having been to focused on the conversation to listen for the foot steps.
 
Zukata laughs in response, a wide smile Azra couldn't see was placed on his lips. "You are. You gotta look a bit higher." He comments softly, his hand inching to ruffle Azra's hair but he pulls his hand away.
 
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