Voice & Voice

[cry_brady]

When you pay attention your journal this day, the clear voice of young Maribelle rings out.

"Ahem! Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to formally introduce to you my son Brady. Say hello to everyone, Brady dear."

"... Tch. Hey. ... Y'know, I already said my piece when I first got here."

There's the sound of a parasol being bonked over Brady's head for his atrocious manners. "Yes dear, but we are formally introducing you to everyone!"

"Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. After a sigh, he clears his throat. "... My name is Brady. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Very good. Now as I was saying, this is my son Brady, and today we are going to play for you a violin duet that I have trained him extensively for. Are you ready Brady?"

There's a bit of a pause. "Shouldn't we do something more important, like helpin' the captain, or checking on maps, or..." An even longer pause. You can almost hear the glare. "... Yes, Ma."

After some extra grumbling, the strings slowly start to play out. Despite the argument, the two are clearly talented, The performance is full of heart, passion, and dedication. As the last notes ring out...

"Nicely done, darling."

"... Thanks, Ma."

"And with that, I bid you adieu good people, until next time."

"... There's gunna be a next time?!"

((OOC: Both maribelle and brady will reply to comments!))

Comments

[grizzly_tea]

... What?

[Blink, blink.]

But... how is that...

[seakingbait]

Mm. I think he ate a Devil Fruit that turned him into one.

[grizzly_tea]

You mean like Vice Admiral Smoker had eaten, or that straw hat boy? Did he know it would turn him into a skeleton?

[seakingbait]

You'd have to ask him. He seems to like it just fine.

[grizzly_tea]

[Maribelle looks as though she's about to facepalm, but instead simply sighs.]

I suppose there's just some things I'll never understand.

[seakingbait]

Probably! Nobody knows everything, right?

[grizzly_tea]

Perhaps, but that doesn't mean one can't strive to know as much as possible. All this talk of skeletons and curses has brought back some unpleasant memories though, so if it's at all possible would you be so kind as to escort me to the bath on this ship?

[seakingbait]

Oh, um. Of course. Follow me.

[She turns slowly, floating over to a door below deck.]