piratejournal | Voice & Voice

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!))

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For tea parties.

[You wanna play that way?]

Is it a crime for me to want to bring a little class to my tea parties?

[Yes, yes she does.]

I'm sure there are a lot more qualified people around for your classy needs, Twinkles.

[Well now it seems she's snapped a little, her voice turning into an insulted huff of indignation.]

That's not the point Gaius. I could teach any low born gutter rat to be refined, but they wouldn't be you now would they?! You're my friend Gaius... one of the only friends I have here from home, and you've always looked out for me, even before you knew me!

[Maribelle heaves a heavy sigh, twirling her spoon in her tea cup making a slight clinking noise with each rhythmic twirl.]

...

Did it ever occur to you... that perhaps just... once in a while, I'd like to do something for you?

[Yeah, that makes it sound so much better.]

So you'll only indulge low born gutter rats that you know personally.

[It doesn't bother him that much, but he feels she could have tried to phrase it a little better, at least.]

...

...I never expect anyone to want to do anything for me. Usually if they do, then it's for some other reason, or they expect something back.

[Maribelle at this point has completely lost it, and there's the sound of a tea cup shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.]

That's not what I meant and you know it! By the gods you're infuriating! It's hard enough for me to ask you to do anything for me without feeling guilty, or embarrassed, but now you have the audacity to think that I want to hold these lessons over your head, as some sort of favor that you'd owe, to me?!

[GODS! She hated men, she hated pirates, she hated the stupidity of it all, and right now she saw all these things in Gaius.]

Go crawl back to whatever corner you'd like to glower in Gaius, because I'm finished trying to do anything for you. Friends do things for friends without considering the cost, friends help each other simply because they want to make the other person happier. The only reason I was going to give you these lessons was so that I had an excuse to spend more time with you, you ungrateful wretch!

I thought we were close friends, so forgive me for being totally, utterly, WRONG!!!

[The sound of the journal slamming is so hard, so fast, and so loud, it's practically like a thunderclap. You'll have to wait for her too cool down a bit... she can be a bit tempermental at times ^^;]

[He winces, holding the journal away from him. Although Maribelle wouldn't be able to see it, he opens his mouth a few times as though to try and get a word in before he figures any better. And then there's dead silence after things slam shut on her end, but it's only after a minute of staring at his journal in its wake that Gaius finally sets it down with a headshake.]

Women. Crivens, I don't think I'll ever understand them.

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