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Fantasy RP The Tale of the Shadow (Kkjib)

Azra's head tilts, "You care what I think about you, don't you?" He smirks, crossing his arms.

Azra's unseeing gaze was intense, as usual, but his facial expression hinted at a little teasing, but also a genuine question.
 
"Uh yeah. I always care what people think about me." Zukata awnsers with a small shrug, not even trying to deny it at all.

Zukata couldn't help but smile at the expression. Yesterday Azra was rather mean and honestly a little scary, but now while yes he is still mean he's more genuine, soft even.
 
"You shouldn't care what people think about you. And if you do, only the one's who's opinions you genuinely care about." He turns away, "Now leave me alone. It's my nap time."
 
Zukata laughs again. "You really are a cat no matter how many times you deny it." He mumbles under his breath.

"I'll make sure the rest of the crew doesn't bother you." He adds softly.
 
Azra grumbles, "Call me a cat one more time and I'll rip your head off." He stalks int his cabin, slamming the door closed.

He strides to his bed, muscles relaxing as he pulls his shirt off. He runs her hand down his ribs, wishing he could at least feel the ink making his skin, but it was smooth as ever.

He sighs heavily, closing his eyes and crosses his arms behind his head. He supposed today was a decent enough day to go though his swordsmanship. He didn't do it yesterday, so doing it today would be very important.

Slowly, he drifts off to sleep, eventually rolling onto his side and facing the wall, back to the rest of the small room.
 
Zukata chuckles to himself before looking away from the cabin doors.

"He denys being the captain but he's the one in that room and not us..." He mumbles before he runs a hand on his wood of the railing. "How'd you get to be this way?" He asks under his breath, asking both the ship and Azra though he never expect an awnser from either of them.
 
The ship sways slightly, dipping a little more than normal after the next swell. It seemed the ghost ship was listening, and though it had no words to communicate, it was still trying.
 
Zukata laughs at himself. "What was I thinking? Talking to a boat?" He whispers under his breath the idea sounding more stupid coming out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry.." He adds as he pats the wood before walking under deck to finally explore the ship.
 
The boat surges forward, seeming to somehow propel itself faster than the slow pace it was maintaining. An uninterpretable motion for someone only a with only a day and a half's time on the ship.
 
The motion surprised Zukata making him stumble slightly. He looks at the wood with a surprised look.

"I said sorry.." He huffs. He had no idea what the motion from the ship meant and he may never understand what I means.
 
Nothing happens as Zukata huffs his words.

(I got nothin, lol, unless we want to do a time skip to Azra waking up or stm-)
 
(Nah you good, just go ahead with what you want to do. I'm here to be an add on to you. So a time skip would be best then)
 
(It's an RP, a story we write together, of you have any ideas, don't hesitate to share, lol)

Azra wakes maybe an hour later, feeling. . . Not much better, of her was honest. He was still feeling mildly grumpy. He sits up, rubbing his face as he slowly stands. He decides to leave his shirt off again, hoping to soak in the miniscule amount of sun that could possibly leak through the dense fog surrounding the ship.

He grabs his scabbard and sword, slowly walking his way from the cabin and onto the deck. He draws his sword, and pauses. Damn, there could be people. After a moment, he shrugs.

If any of the other are dumb enough not to get out of the way when they see him draw his sword, then it's their fault if they lose a limb, not his. He takes a deep breath and starts stretching, holding the sword in his hand as he does so.
 
Now there was only one of the other crew members that was on the bow of the ship. They saw Azra and understood what he wanted to do so they stepped to the side out of the way.

The rest of the crew were under the deck doing who know what. Zukata had finished his small exploration of the ship, he had a small understanding of the ship by this point. For example it's very moody and honestly kind of petty, so it was just fun stumbling all over the place for Zukata.

Other than that he knew nothing of the ship, despite his questions and nonverbal awnsers from the ship.

Zukata let out a soft sigh as he stepped back onto the bow of the ship.
 
Azra finishes his stretching and slowly moves himself the through motions, eyes closed as he moves. He takes slow, deep, and even breaths, making sure each position is perfect before sliding the the next one.

He always felt comfortable when doing this. It felt like how he imagined dancing to feel, graceful, elegant. It was deadly, yes, but it was still and art. He slowly picks up the pace, his movements increasing in speed and power as his muscles loosen.
 
Zukata got up the minute he saw him pick up pace.

To Zukata, that was a view. Azra looked graceful and strong, not to mention shirtless. The tattoos on the man's from intrigued Zukata.

Making sure to stay close to the sides he walked around softly before leaning back against the railing to continue to watch Azra practice.
 
Azra soon moves away from practicing his basics and the principles, moving to random combos, more advanced moves and eventually just moving.

Fighting enemies only Azra could see, he remained silent, focused as his blade arches through the air. The sword was a simple beauty of its own, perfectly balanced, the steel so perfect, you could see yourself in it like a mirror. The hilts was plain, save for one river stone embedded as the pomel.
 
Zukata watched with a relaxed smile as he crossed his arms. "You look like you're in your element." He comments softly slightly readying himself if he is suddenly jumped by Azra, who was clear was in his own world.
 
Azra spins, blade pointed directly in Zukata's direction, aimed for the man's heart. Azra had never need his eyes in a fight, and some times had brawled with his crew wearing a blindfold. Only his first mate had ever bested him.

He knew him being blind wouldn't affect how well he could fight, he's trained multiple different ways. With no sight, no hearing, one arm tied behind his back.

He lowers the blade, "You have got to stop sneaking up on me like that!" He snaps.

"I could have run you through."
 
Zukata was surprised by the quickness.

"What was I expecting? You could've easily killed me..." He mumbles to himself as he chuckles nervously.

"You looked beautiful honestly. Very graceful, I could never do something like that." He complements softly with a smile as he steps to the side slightly just to make sure he wasn't in the line of the sword anymore.
 
Azra flicks his wrist, causing the blade to snap through the air at his side before sheathing it with a flourish. Flicking it was just habit, after the process of running someone through, or doing something to get blood on your blade, it was standard practice to flick the loose blood of before sheathing.

"You could. Anyone could, honestly."
 
"Nah, some people are just better at somethings than others. Like when I was in the navy, there was this guy that was incredible with a gun. The best sharpshooter out there. He taught me what he knew but it was never how he did it." Zukata awnsers making sure to keep distance between the two as he could tell that Azra may have the advantage if the two of them fought.
 
Azra moves to the railing, leaning against it, ""The thing is, I don't think you can focus as well as I do, or he did." He faces Zukata.

"No offense, but you're always running your mouth, and you also don't pay attention to the small details." He sighs softly, "But you can always teach yourself to focus and pay attention, you would just have to work harder and longer than the next guy."
 
Zukata narrows his eyes at Azra before he opened his mouth. He moved to speak but he stopped himself.

"I should shut up huh?" He asks himself as he closes his mouth and looks away from Azra.
 
Azra grins, "Yes. Maybe, I think sometimes you're too focused on what you want to say. I had a crew member like that. Sometimes, you have to just shut up, and watch."
 
Zukata nods his head softly, his gaze looking down at the wood and the tip of his shoes.

So that's what was wrong. Yeah sure he knew he talked a lot but he genuinely thought he wasn't good at much of anything. Maybe he could actually excel in something?
 
Azra elbows him slightly, "I don't mean to make you feel bad, yeah? I'm just telling you my observations. You don't have to be silent all the time, but you'd be surprised what you could notice when you're quiet." He smiles slightly.
 
Zukata let out a weak half hearted laugh. "Which would you prefer? I annoy you right?" He asks softly.

"I mean I can try my best but I struggle with finding the small details. I didn't even realize you were blind yesterday." He laughs at himself.
 
"It's a weird kind of annoying. I would probably think you were dead and rotting somewhere on the ship if you suddenly just went mute." He shrugs, "It's a comforting kind of annoying. Reminds me I'm not alone anymore."

He sighs softly, "It just takes practice."
 
"Oh." Zukata trails off before leaning closer with a cheeky smile. "So your saying you like my yapping?" He teases, being a whole flip of what he was before
 
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