The Second Note // [Open Commentlog]

[beforethehero]

[Protoman's on the top deck, sitting on the edge of the slide's first curve, watching the ocean and the sky, humming to himself, pondering life, doing Protoman things. The ususal.]

[For once he's not actively trying to hide himself. Feel free to bother!]

[ooc: and because I always forget. Protoman is SANS his armor. So he looks more like this]

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[missmimmi]

[Mimmi loves the top deck! It's got mini golf and sunshine and a great view of the ocean (which now isn't so great, considering staring at the same body of water for a year can get pretty boring). So she decided to head up now, just to catch the last hour or so of sunlight. People don't normal travel up this far often, so she expected to have the deck to herself, for a short time anyway.

She can't help but be slightly surprised when she spots someone else there. Might as well say hi]

Oh, hallo.

[beforethehero]

...

[Protoman looks down. And blinks, running her voice through his recognition databases in the time it took to flick his eyelids closed and open again.]

[He mentally changes tracks to German.]

Hello.

[missmimmi]

[Oh! That voice is familiar. Sort of. And she knows very few people on the ship who speak German, so... But this person doesn't seem overly social, and she instantly feels a bit out of place.

Mimmi is now wondering whether or not she should of just let him be, but it's too late now]

Um, I am Mimmi. Who are you?

[beforethehero]

[Well, she'd be dead on about the social bit, but Protoman doesn't really mind the talk right now. He leans forward, resting his forearms across his legs and not bothering to grab anything for balance.]

I know; we spoke before. I'm Blues.

[standardpackage]

[Welcome to Jinx's first real adventure after the Carnival incident. He still has a few scars, stitches, and bandages but the mounds of gauze he once had aren't needed anymore.

He really just wants to relax so that he can stop being so pissed off for the first time in a while. But Jinx, being the social butterfly that he is, won't be relaxing today. Instead he will be chatting it up with that black haired kid over on the slide.]

Hey.

[beforethehero]

[Stare.]

[Blink. Oh, he's the guy who asked for help getting to his room. The one Bass most likely injured. Protoman ponders this for a moment, before he answers.]

Hi.

[standardpackage]

I know, I got ina little fight.

[He doesn't really want to talk about it.]

So, [He hops on the slide next to Protoman.] I've never seen ya' 'round here before.

[beforethehero]

[...]

[Sideways look. There is a person sitting next to him, take in stride, or not?]

[...Stride.]

I'm new. Couple of weeks now, I think. Who are you?

[betterthanraph]

[Leo makes his way up to the top deck for some therapeutic sunning.

...shit. Person here. Well, he doesn't want to make it completely obvious that he doesn't appreciate the company, because that's rude. So instead he sends a nod the boy's way, then heads over to the railing and sits with his legs dangling over the edge of the boat.]

[beforethehero]

[...]

[It was one thing to be given information on there being giant, bipedal turtles on board. It was another thing entirely to see one walking around.]

[So Protoman just watches, head tilted slightly off center, and expression a mask of bland curiosity.]

[betterthanraph]

[Leo's ninja-sense is tingling. He's being watched. And considering there's only one other person up here, he has a good idea who it might be.

Without turning around, he speaks up to be heard over the wind and the waves.]

I can also talk.

[beforethehero]

[...]

[Good instincts.]

And fight, if you know how to use what you're carrying.

[withanokka]

[Sokka is snooping around the top decks, looking for things to make into sharper things, and he's eyeing the mini-golf clubs intently. What, is he going to make them into those hooky-thingies Jet uses? He's obviously lost in thought, trying to come up with some more creative use for them than "smacking the living hell out of someone".]

[beforethehero]

[You're being watched, Sokka. Protoman isn't really bothering trying to hide it, either.]

You look like you have business up here.

[Dry.]

[withanokka]

[Sokka gives a squawk and spins to find the source of the voice, grabbing a mini-golf club for protection. He's used to being scared on the boat, now, and he expects Protoman to attack him-- he hasn't seen anything like him yet, afterall. Ironhide and AMU at least didn't look so human.]

Maybe I do!

[beforethehero]

[Protoman looks very human. At least at first glance.]

[He leans forward easily, an automatic shielding of his chest that he fights to keep from looking hasty.]

...

[Jumpy. And defensive. Have a measured stare.]