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[She wakes up in the middle of the forest. It is hard to tell what time of day it is but things seem to be more alive. Everything is moving. It is then she realizes she is somewhat...changed.]

[Well then, this is interesting. She tries to speak, but only comes out with a faint meow. How frustrating. Finding her journal she flips it open with a swipe of a paw, and sees that the writing function has been disabled. Of course it has. But you may, if you are fortunate, see a black cat staring down at you until she flips the book back shut, picks it up in her mouth and trots villagward.]

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[Brook was indeed quite patient, as he'd spent nearly half a century doing pretty much nothing. Or did that make him less patient? He can never remember. Well more dead than Brook was one way of putting it. A kind of morbid and harsh way of putting it, but it's not like Robin's well known for subtlety when it comes to such things.]

So I've heard... but if it's temporary, doesn't that make him just as dead as me?

[I mean really, he probably stayed dead waaay longer than Zoro will.]

I'm actually thinking of writing him a dirge birthday song.

I look forward to hearing it. [A thought] And I am sure he will look forward to hearing it as well as long as he has liquor.

[She rests a bit]

[But he is still more dead since you are mobile and he is not

[At least not that she knows. She wonders the manner of death. Probably perforated, knowing him. If he drinks, will they have to plug him up in case he springs a leak?]

Edited 2012-10-31 06:45 (UTC)

Wow, you know, you're pretty talented at writing for a cat, Miss pretty Robin kitty. [That's kind of weird thing to call her Brook.] I agree though, liquor should definitely be involved with the listening of this song... and probably the making... and the singing. Yohohoho!

As for being more dead? I suppose you could say he is currently more dead. I think Ace mentioned something about him contracting a deadly virus of some sort.

[Ace was kind enough to leave out the part that it was a zombie virus. Brook then decides, to clear off the previous messages Robin wrote in the dirt, so she'd have more space, and wouldn't have to get her tail dirty. He's sure she's had enough licking dirt out of her fur for one day anyways. Well at least he's pretty sure... he's never really had the chance to speak to many intelligent cats before.]

[She regards him for a quiet moment. Of course she is talented at writing. She is not precisely a cat after all. She still wonders at Brook. She's not known him quite long enough to read his emotions and she wonders what he is really saying beneath his laugh, if anything at all. It is difficult to tell.

But ah yes. Disease. The great leveler of them all. Even one as strong as Zoro. She dips her head as a wave of something cuts through her but quickly shakes it off. There is no point and cats don't have the capacity for such emotion. She nods in appreciation as he clears the dirt]

200 years ago, there was an island in the G. Line called Dreamers. A great race of giants lived there. Warriors. Maybe cousins to Elbaf? But all were killed in a plague from a small child they had tried to save. A whole civilization for one life.

[She pauses a moment to lick her paw]

But a great life

[As the girl had gone on to write the history of Dreamers and several other islands besides. They had loved her, too, those giants. Even in the very end.]

Edited 2012-11-01 07:40 (UTC)

[He figured it was probably difficult to write in the dirt since she had paws rather than hands, but then again perhaps it was less different than he was giving it credit for. The story she told though... that... that one kind of depressed him a bit.]

That's... that's really sad Robin.

[He's actually crying right now, as he was sort of holding back his feelings about Zoro dying. Now she was sharing with him, a story about a whole civilization that was lost because of their love for a child? It struck way too close to home for comfort given his love of Laboon and the loss of Captain Yorke and many of his crew to illness.]

Sooooooo saaaaad! Yohohoooooo!

[Don't mind him, he's going to bawl for a bit on you. God, he really was feeling overly emotional right now, but he just couldn't help it.]

Edited 2012-11-01 07:53 (UTC)

[It is sad. But so is life. And it moves on. And so will life. Especially in Luceti where Zoro will return and in a few weeks it will be like he has never been gone. He is crying. Which is strange that a skeleton can cry. But Brook has always been strange and she is glad at least one of them can. She winds around Brook's legs, trying to offer some sort of comfort with her warm furry body, purring.

It will be all right. She wants to say. What is there to worry about? But she can't, of course, say anything. And any loss hurts. Nakama in pain hurts. And there is nothing to be done but wait and try not to break completely]

[Brook's just going to hug her now, as lightly as possible, given that he's all bones and that likely wouldn't be entirely comfortable.]

Sorry Robin I just... that sort of story really strikes home with me, you know?

[He pulls out a handkerchief, blowing his nose like a fog horn, as he tries to stop himself from crying. He's not really completely there yet though. He really, really doesn't want to ask, as that would probably continue the story, but he had to know.]

Did the girl ever find out what happened to the giants? And... was she alright?

[She allows the hug.Though it would not matter how uncomfortable as he is nakama and there is much she would endure for them. She nods when he asks for the rest of the story and jumps to the ground again. Sweeping away her words and starting with a clean patch of dirt]

She was lonely for a long time. But she was rescued one day and made it her dream to tell the world about the Dreamers. They are in legends now and bedtime stories on the islands she visited.

[and of course the most important part]

She never forgot them and neither did her nakama.

That's such a sad beautiful story!

[He's just sort of howling and banging his hand against the ground now. Dang it, he knew this was going to happen, but not knowing how it ended probably would have been worse.]

[She watches him fondly. He is so strange. She gently pats his afro and waits for the drama to pass. As she does, though, she tries to think of some uplifting stories but can't remember any. It is hard to do so in the fog and the ghosts]

[Still wiping tears from his eyes, Brook pulls out his violin case somberly. He feels the need to play in memorial of those lost, and so he plays this all too familiar tune. It's sort of part of his recovery process for moving on from such things, as the song is of life and death.]

[Ah, that song. It sends chills up her fur. She closes her eyes and lays her head in her paws, listening. It is exquisitely sad. And she can't help but remember the faces of those lost. Even Zoro's. It is all beautiful and tragic and all she can do is listen]

[As the last lilting notes of his song finish, Brook gently strokes Robin's feline head trying to comfort her as well as himself.]

I think... in the end we'll both be alright Robin. It is all very sad, but to dwell too much on the past will make us unable to move on to the future. So we'll remember the ones we've lost, and keep on going and living for their sake, just like that girl.

[He's fairly certain that it's a fairly obvious moral, but it's just a hard one to accept when you're feeling so down on yourself. He had to get the emotions out of his system somehow, and pouring them into his music was the best way he knew how.]

[Of course. She butts up against his hand, marking him, too, with the corners of her mouth. She wonders if it will rub off on a skeleton but she is not sure. In any case. He is hers, too.

Then she writes once more]

As long as there is memory, it is enough. [Not quite enough but it is hard to get the exact sentiment with dirt words.]

[And then because life must go on]

Can you make coffee? [Since she is not sure she can do it herself]

Yohohoho! Can I make Coffee? ... [Actually... could he make coffee? When was the last time he actually made coffee?] I can do it with one hand tied to my spine! Yohohoho!

[Hmm... that might not have been as good of a play on one hand behind my back as he was hoping for. He opens the door for Robin, seeing as how she can't exactly open it in her current form.]

Sanji probably has a decent coffee maker in the kitchen right?

[He's not exactly sure as he's never bother making coffee before, being more of a tea man.]

Umm... hang on, I'll be right back.

[Brook quickly goes into his music room to fetch some of his writing materials he uses to record his music. At least this way she can still communicate, without them having to resort to weirder methods. Like spilling sugar on the table so she effectively has 'dirt' to write in. Hopefully she can still write somewhat small enough not to eat up too much of his paper.]

Sorry, just grabbing a few things.

[And now he's busily preparing coffee to the best of his abilities... even though he's not sure if he remembers all the details, if there are any.]

Can cats even drink Coffee safely?

[In retrospect he probably should have asked this before he started.]

[Could he make the coffee? She isn't sure. And it now occurs to her that he doesn't exactly have tastebuds. Does it matter? Perhaps he can intuitively tell what is good and what is liable to make even base insects curl up and die. Anyway it is an interesting experiment.

She perches on the table while he grabs a few things and notes gratefully the paper. This will be much easier. At his question, she dips a claw tentatively in the ink and writes out]

I don't know. It will be interesting to see what happens.

[and if she does expire, well, she should be back in a week or so.]

... Okay.

[He trusts that she probably knows best about her feline body after all. Although if she does end up dying, he'll probably have a mild break down... no biggy.

Well... whether or not it's any good, Brook's coffee for her has now finished, and he pours her a steaming cup. Then he rethinks it, and puts it into a bowl instead. No offense meant Robin, but he doesn't think a cup would be the best way for her to safely drink it.]

Here you are, one steamy bowl of Joe.

[The coffee... was almost certainly... utterly average.]

[She's not sure whether to feel annoyed or grateful for the saucer. Though she supposes. She laps up the coffee and finds that it is not utterly average. It is actually far below average, hovering on the verges of poor. It's not you, Brook, except it is you.

Still you did make it for her so]

The taste won't kill me.

[a few more experimental laps]

Has anything interesting happened while I've been gone?

[Welp, so much for hoping it was average.]

Well that's something I suppose. I'd hate to be responsible for you keeling over and dying.

As for anything interesting... well I suppose that depends on your definition of interesting. Marco gave me a lift to Luceti, I played my violin for a dragon, there were some prankster ghosts floating around, there was a plague of bats, rats, and spiders... What sort of things interest you most?

[Marco did? Robin is slightly disappointed in missing the fun. The Malnosso are cruel like that. She has no direct answer to his question because everything interesting. Or rather, she doesn't know what isn't interesting until it bores her. All that is aside however to the real question]

How do you find Marco?

[Brook would have blinked in surprise... if he had eyelids... so instead it's more of a squint, and then blank stare.]

That's... an interesting question.

[What kind of answer was she looking for? Well, may as well be brutally honest.]

He seems like an interesting fellow, if not with some slightly strange quirks. What do you see in him, and liked enough about him to have this relationship?

[Without eyes, one would argue, all of your stares are blank. She ponders his question, though. What does she see in him? It's difficult to put into words. Especially when her words are somewhat limited this way. There is so much...]

Luceti makes being nakama complicated. Marco is uncomplicated.

[It is easy to speak of anything with him.]

Interesting choice of attributes. You like him because he's easy? Yohohoho!

[Brook just loved using double entendres.]

Edited 2012-11-08 21:55 (UTC)

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