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[Sting Eucliffe, Nineteen year old Mage, is doodling in his journal. Things like 'Natsu vs Sting; the rematch!' and 'What Would Natsu Do?' are written along with some drawings of dragons and cats. Under one of the dragons the word 'dad' is written. After a moment he holds it and speaks into it, feeling stupid]

Okay, so I can talk through this thing through people, right?

I need to get off this damn island so I can find that magical ruby. I'm not a sailor at all. I get motion sickness from slow moving chariots because of my magic. But I'm a damn good mage and fighter on land or on an animal's back. Help me out and I'll help you out.

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You can talk to people - but we can see what you write too, you know!

You get motion sick, though? Even though you can fly?

*Because if his dad is a dragon then surely she's talking to a dragon...that just makes sense*

But I wouldn't advertise that by the way...Someone might put you in a barrel and throw you down a hill!

Only if Namur feels particularly inspired.

From what Ace told me, he used to do that to his little brother, but it's not a normal pirate tradition. [But then, what is normal with Ace?]

You can? Crap!

Well, it's not like I wrote anything really embarrassing.

And I'm just being honest. Not like they won't find out the moment I get on a ship. And I can't fly unless it's on or being carried by someone.

*Oh hey, Marco. Selphie smiles a little bit at that - she's not feeling like herself*

Well, maybe you're a little safter now since Ace isn't around.

So...you're not a dragon then?

Nope, just raised by one.

Oh! Well, that was a cute drawing of him.

*Selphie really has no idea what to think now that she's talking to someone that was raised by a dragon*

You'll get used to being on the sea soon enough. It's not so bad.

It's... [Sighs] It's a side affect of being a Dragon Slayer. You get motion sickness. It's because our senses are higher than normal.

So you're super good at hearing and seeing and smelling and -

*She was about to say tasting and touching, but she thought that might sound weird*

That's cool.

Yeah, comes in handy when tracking down people. Scent is my strongest sense. [Trying to sell himself]

I bet it is handy! And, like, when you want to find a restaurant or a cake shop and you can't find it but you can smell it already.

*All the practical uses*

Or when your roommate hides his chocolate stash.

*Uh oh! That sounds like bad news*

Hey! A person's chocolate stash is special and private! If anyone ever stole mine then - BOOM - they'd be gone!

Nah, it's okay. He steals my cookies.

Oh. Then that's okay. Cause that's more like sharing.

..you said you do magic, right? What kind?

White Dragon Slayer Magic; taught to me by my father Weisslogia the White Dragon.

Mostly attack magic, it packs a divine punch due to my element being holy.

Weisslogia...

*Yeah, she sounds amused at that cause it's a pretty funny name*

Cool! Attack magic is the best! Not very many people round here can use it though... Everyone's all like 'ooh, look at my muscly arms or my big sword'.

[laughs, deciding to ignore her amused tone at his dad's name]

Well, I'm not lacking in the muscle department either. I'm a bit on the slim side, but I'm pretty toned. A lot of my magic is physical.

Edited 2015-03-14 13:02 (UTC)

*Why is he telling her about his muscles? Though she did kind of bring it up*

Are you tall? There's a Tall and Strong club on our ship...

*Not really, but there might as well be*

So...you don't zap stuff and burn stuff and freeze stuff and blow stuff up?

Oi...

I hate my brothers. They left me out for being short again? Jerks.

[T_T BROTHERS WHY. HE IS STRONG TOO!]

Ssh, Marco. You're still way taller than me. So that counts as tall. Just not...as tall as some people is all.

They still left me out. It's unfair, Sunshine, yoi.

Huh? No one's leaving you out, Marco.

That's still taller than me!

...lasers? I wanna see! I wanna see laser magic!

Sure! If I see you I'll show you!

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