09 September 2014 @ 09:57 am
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 [Brady has chosen to write, as he's not too confident in his voice today...]

... In case you haven't noticed, Ma Maribelle went back home. It's better for her, really. She's got important stuff to do back home. I'll miss her, but it's not like I'll never see her again

[He hastily writes, scratches out, rewrites, several sentences before trying again.]

With her gone, I've done some thinking. While I've been here, I've been following her around like I was attached to her hip. And maybe I was only doing things because that's what she wanted. I only joined this ship because she was on it. I only went on missions that had her approval. That's no way to live. I'm an adult, and it's time I started acting like one.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... I think it's time I started thinking and doing stuff more independently. It's time I moved on.

To everyone on the Shepherds of Justice, I can't thank you enough for taking care of me. You guys are amazing, and you deserve someone much better than me. Maybe I'll come back sometime, if nothing else fits, but right now, I gotta break free of Ma, even when she's not here.

((OOC: just so everyone knows - with this post, brady will be leaving the shepherds of justice, and joining the hazmats!))
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10 August 2014 @ 07:52 pm
[A cheery and slightly pompous violin piece plays in the background, as the gentle click of a tea cup being placed on a saucer can be heard.]

*Ahem*

I would like it to be brought to the attention of the crew, that I will now be serving tea on the main deck, and that those of you who consider yourself too unpolished for tea time need not show up. However, for those of you who don't show up, I will be holding a lecture on the proper manners for tea with royalty. Those who fail to attend either of these events will be hunted down, and receive an even harsher punishment from me than I would give to a captured murderous pirate. Am I perfectly understood?

[Why yes, Maribelle did just give her whole crew an ultimatum even though she's not captain. She'll just guilt trip anyone to death who would question it.]

For those of you who are not a member of our fine crew, I would ask that you take a moment to think on what it means to be a fine upstanding citizen to you. I am curious as to the general consensus of the masses.

[Before the journal closes, Brady can be heard in the background grumbling something under his breath while continuing to play for Maribelle]
 
 
10 August 2014 @ 08:43 am
 Hrmmm... ever since that talent show, I've been practicin' my fingers off... I'd write this out, but my fingers are sore. So you have to deal with my voice. I know it ain't refined and crap, but anyway.

[He clears his throat.]

That show... it was... a lot of fun. So, I wanted to thank everyone who saw us. And everyone who performed... a competition is only as good as your opponents, and a lot of you kicked my hide. I've got a lot to work in order to catch up to you guys. And it made me think about how grateful I ought to be to a lot of you guys. Not just Ma and the crew, but if you think about it... there's a lot of good people out here! And we should appreciate it!

[Aaand he's tearing up. Because of course he is.]

We coulda gotten stuck with robbers and murderers and all kinds of evil people, but instead, a lot of us are gettin' along and helpin' each other out! I know there's a lot to complain about this place, but there's just as much to be grateful for! So all I wanted to say, to everyone of you.... th... thank you! Thank you very much!
 
 
15 July 2014 @ 02:51 pm

 [A sound emerges first before any voice, almost as though somebody is...prodding something, maybe?  And then a light gasp, quickly covered up.]

Okay, looks like this is working now.  I didn't exactly *plan* to be spending my birthday on some island that's apparently no where *near* Ylisse, but then, my plan was much less interesting!

Here I am, dropped into a world-

[The sound of scribbling notes, apparently not in the journal as they don't appear.  Owain's managed to procure another few slips of paper, and he's not sure how writing and speaking into his journal will function at the same time, so for now he's playing it safe.]

-but at least it seems like it should be an adventure!  And smack in the middle of a carnival no less, having washed up on a beach with just this book and the clothes on my back, but I could see the fireworks from there.

Anyway, I've been told other people can hear this-is anybody from home here, maybe? Or, if not anybody from home, anyone else interested in taking on one of the greatest swordsmen to ever visit this realm or others?  If I'm here, I need to find a way home, else my dream of finding Mystletainn-

[One could practically hear the capital letter, the reverence with which Owain uttered the sword's name.]

-will never be realized.

[He'd very seriously considered what to say, words chosen carefully, and as anyone from Ylisse would note, without (much) in the way of his dramatics.  Better not to scare off any potential crew.  Yet.]

 
 
11 June 2014 @ 04:40 pm
 Anyone know a good way to make a lot of cash quick?

I guess if it can't be done quickly, just... general is good.

And for the love of Naga, don't tell Ma Maribelle.
 
 
02 May 2014 @ 08:05 am
 [If there's one thing Maribelle got right about making her son into a gentleman, it's his penmanship. It is fabulous. But Brady's not here to brag. No, after doing some talking, he's gotten some serious thinking to do about the past, present, and future.]

You know, after learning about all these different worlds, it's hard to believe anything's impossible anymore. So I bet at least someone else out there is familiar with time travel. Has it ever worked out? Gone the right way?

I mean, I know it won't fix the original timeline. Just another one. The world I'm going back to is still going to be a living nightmare. But at least one world will be all right. I guess I just wanted someone who knows what they're doing to confirm it.

I can't get all warm and cozy in this place like the rest of you. I have to go back someday.

Forget it. I'm just wasting space with this stupid entry.

[And with a sigh, he finishes... and for those of you who choose to use 'Voice', you're going to hear a lot of CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP in the background. Because he kept all the easter chicks. All of them.]
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01 April 2014 @ 01:54 pm
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!))
 
 
14 March 2014 @ 05:08 pm
 [First off, he hasn't been crying, okay? It just so happened that at the same time Brady realized he wasn't with the army, and instead in some strange foreign land with no obvious way of getting back, all of this dust just got into both eyes. Okay? OKAY? But the idea of a journal that could spread across lands by talking or writing... Not too strange. He's known some odd sages and sorcerer's in his life, it can't be impossible.

So now what comes across the pages is the most elegant, beautiful penmanship you've ever seen. The kind to make novelists weep. Although the actual words themselves... don't exactly match the gorgeous pen-strokes.
]

This is bull-plop! Grade A 100% bull-plop! I've got better things to do than be stuck on some weird island with a bunch of strangers! Someone better reverse that spell and send me back pronto, I don't have time to waste! People's lives are in danger!

Look, if anyone from the army is here, this is Brady. Get back to me as soon as you can. I know for sure we didn't just time travel again. Didn't Laurent say some crap about variables and consistencies and all that? I'll be waiting for you guys near that fountain.

[And, as an afterthought-]

If you guys see my violin, try not to scratch it, okay?