[Warnings]: none? really vaguely alluded to death, I guess [Dream Effects]: a strong sense of warmth, comfort, and contentment, followed by a sharp sense of loss that may linger after the dream ends
[Text, possibly --> something else? :|a Whatever you like!]strayswordsmanOctober 7 2010, 05:16:57 UTC
[Zoro doesn't know much about moms, and the feeling of having one is-strange. But...nice.
Loss, though. Loss he does know, and when he opens his eyes in the morning, though the details of Usopp's dream are already growing faint around the edges, the sharp ache lingers.
It's a while before he picks up his Dreamberry and sends a message, in text.]
You could carve those ships, sometime. For when you go back home.
[The sense-image of setting a miniature Sunny on Kuina's gravestone passes through his mind briefly.]
*crosses his ankles and plops down near Zoro* *gives a small shrug* Just in case. I bet you'll wanna try! *places the paper bag down between them and pulls out another block of wood and then the carving kit, which he unfolds to reveal the various blades and gouges* *looks up at Zoro* What do you think? Cool, right? ...eheh, now hopefully it wasn't a waste of money.
*he takes a short pencil out of one of his pockets, sticking it behind his ear as he raises his block of wood and studies it thoughtfully* ...hm.
Hmmm. We'll see. [He peers with subtle interest at all the Sharp Implements, but doesn't commit to picking one up yet.] ...Didn't know you'd need so many kinds.
*shrugs again* Lots of different kinds of cuts and stuff to make, I guess. *finally done studying his block, he pulls the pencil from behind his ear and roughs in an outline on the top and two sides, making sure the sides are close to even. for a moment, he considers offering the pencil to Zoro, but finally opts for placing it between them near the tools*
...well. I guess I just start cutting now, huh? *he suddenly feels a little self-conscious as he reaches down and selects the whittling knife, then brings it up to shave the first slice from his block*
Loss, though. Loss he does know, and when he opens his eyes in the morning, though the details of Usopp's dream are already growing faint around the edges, the sharp ache lingers.
It's a while before he picks up his Dreamberry and sends a message, in text.]
You could carve those ships, sometime. For when you go back home.
[The sense-image of setting a miniature Sunny on Kuina's gravestone passes through his mind briefly.]
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*he takes a short pencil out of one of his pockets, sticking it behind his ear as he raises his block of wood and studies it thoughtfully* ...hm.
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...well. I guess I just start cutting now, huh? *he suddenly feels a little self-conscious as he reaches down and selects the whittling knife, then brings it up to shave the first slice from his block*
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