Marielle opened the door to Alaena's room and stepped inside, a little unsure of what to say. "Um... hi. Just me. I remember you saying that you wanted to... make a profile, was it? On each of us. So I'm here, if you want to... well, what exactly would you be doing? An examination? Questions?" She didn't exactly know what Alaena had meant by the word 'profile'. It could have meant anything. Although Marielle was entirely comfortable with telling the doctor about her scarring, past injuries, sicknesses and the like.
"No need to be nervous. As of now I can only really ask some questions since I don't have any of the necessary equipment. An examination will happen after we leave Porte Carlo more than likely. This profile or record is just simple stuff," Alaena replied, rummaging through a satchel until she found a pen and a notebook. She leaned up against her new desk and started to write a few things down before starting. "Let's start with some basics. Also, if you are uncomfortable with answering any of them just let me know. I'll just leave them blank for now, same if you don't know the answer. First can I have your full name, age, place of birth, height, and weight?" she asked, writing down things that she could observe herself like eye and hair color.
These questions were nice and easy, and Marielle had no problem answering them. "Full name, Marielle Avacin Villeneuve." She spelled out the letters in her middle name in case Alaena didn't quite know her way around it. "Age, twenty. Height, five feet seven inches. Weight, one hundred thirty-six pounds when I last checked. Place of birth, and date of birth, unknown." Marielle made sure not to flood Alaena with too much information at a time, answering each part when she could see that the doctor was ready to copy it down rather than recite it all at once.
Each answer was written down on the space she left blank for it with swift precision, with the date and place of birth being left blank for now. Alaena didn't pry into why Marielle didn't know these things, she certainly didn't want people trying to pry into her past. "That's all good. The next stuff is going to be a bit tougher. Any diseases that run in your family that you might potentially have? Do you have any that you have, or used to suffer from? Any major injuries previously? And what has your social history been like? By that I mean did you have a roof over your head, and a healthy diet?" she asked, stopping to let Marielle answer all the questions before moving onto the last few.
The questions were not as tough as Alaena had suggested, to Marielle's mind. "I don't know my birth family, let alone any diseases they may have had. Current diseases... none that I know of. I haven't had any major injuries, like a broken limb, unless you count one small wound I picked up in the fighting back at Lasklee." She indicated the tear in her pant leg, through which bandages could be seen covering the hole that the fishman's spine had left behind.
"Social history... I've been in, well, good living conditions, I guess the phrase is, for the past three years. Before that, one week on Lasklee's streets. So fine for the most part," she answered. However, she neglected to mention anything about the day she woke up in a field outside of the city. Marielle didn't like delving into that. It reminded her that a lot of her past was missing.
"Alright now onto the last couple of questions," Alaena said, writing down the next set of answers and leaving a few areas blank on the page. "Do you use any medication regularly? Do you drink, or smoke? Even if it's only once in awhile you should tell me what you do on average. Do you have any allergies? And the last question is your sexual history. Are you active in that regard? If so, how many partners have you had?" she asked once she was ready to move on.
"Remember you don't have to answer if you don't want to. This is just going to be between yourself and I. No one but me will be seeing these records. Which is good, because if mine were to be filled out and someone got a hold of it...well they'd know a bit too much about my past than I would be comfortable knowing, and everything after family diseases would be quite extensive," she stated with a chuckle.
Marielle too gave a short laugh, a small smile on her face. "I see... I can imagine that some people want to keep things a secret. I'm not sure what someone would do with information about me, though," she answered. "But anyway. I don't have or take any medication. Drinking or smoking... occasionally to the first, no to the second. Usually I only drink on special occasions, and even then it's not much. No allergies, as far as I know, and..."
Here Marielle blushed a little. The last question was a little awkward, even though it was going to be kept quiet. Still, she answered Alaena regardless of her embarrassment. The question was one that made sense from the perspective of a doctor asking about a potential patient. "Um... I've never been, well, active, as you put it."
"It's good that you only drink on occasion, and that you don't smoke at all. That might change though with influence of this crew. We'll see I suppose, but as for now everything is in check," Alaena replied, jotting down the last of the answers before shutting the notebook and placing it inside the top drawer of her desk.
"I can understand that the last one was a little awkward, but again no one will know unless you tell them. Thank you for being honest with me, and for actually responding to my request about coming to see me. You were the first to come on their own accord, and probably the last truthfully," she said with a small laugh, "I'll probably just have to go to everyone myself to get the information out of them. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?"
"If you're busy, then I don't want to get in your way," Marielle answered. "Although... I had a thought before I came to see you, about taking on the role of chef aboard the ship. If I do go through with that idea, I'll write up a list of things that I might need and get back to you or Hal on that. Until then... well, I'll see you later, I guess," she concluded, giving Alaena a smile and a wave as she stepped backwards, out of the doctor's cabin.
Once again unsure of what she should be doing, Marielle began to wander the ship in case someone else wanted to find her and talk about something on their mind.
All the others had claimed their rooms, so Yoje ended up with a medium sized one. He might have had the smallest, but Grana's absence meant there was an extra room available. He liked Grana, but he clearly didn't want to be on the crew anymore, so waiting for him longer would have been pointless. He wasn't sure what Peter planned to do about navigation, though. He was thinking about this as he sat in the crow's nest, watching the stars.
I know some basics from when I traveled on my own, Yoje thought to himself. I don't know if the crew would really be able to depend on me with that though. Maybe I'll see if I can get some maps and books in Porte Carlo. Yoje wondered if any of the others knew anything about navigation. It'd be a question for the morning. Now it was past midnight, and while he wasn't too tired, he figured he might as well go to sleep now. He jumped down from the crow's nest and headed back to his room below deck.
Sammi had spent most of the day in her claimed room. It was devoid of anything at the start but soon it was filled with lengths of rope criss-crossing to and fro. The ropes were slow, and hard to maneuver around into knots that would be able to withstand body weight, but Sammi was getting it done. Those guys better appreciate this. We finally get back out to see and I spend the day making hammocks. Haven't done this in years.
She got enough of them made up and passed out to the other shipmates in time before the light of day really faded away. Happy to be done the menial task, she went back above board to bask in the moonlight for a little bit as the ship continued on towards Porte Carlo. She came up on one of the retrofitted railings and glanced out onto the shimmering ocean waves, only being broken by the ship. So this is it. We're heading into Marine Country...maybe I'll finally get to rescue Bob. If he's there. I hope so. Would be a load of my mind. Sammi remained looking out of the ship, just enjoying the rare moment of tranquillity.
Peter had fallen asleep working on his machines, letting the boat drift.[hr]
The next morning, he awoke once he slumped forward and out of the chair. "MUH! I'M AWAKE!" he started flailing around, then noticed nobody was there. He sighed and walked up to the deck. He shouted out as he walked past the quarters. "OK, WE'RE HEADING TO THE DOCKS!"
They would arrive in the city in a couple minutes. Porte Carlo was now in sight.
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Hippocrates walked through the main corridor at the back of Porte Carlo's outpost. He was talking into a mini-snail, with a woman's voice on the other end. "So you think they'll get here today?"
Hippocrates nodded "The reports from the Governor of Jingo says the ship they stole had pretty much no supplies. There wasn't enough left in Lasklee. This is almost the only place they have left to go unless they want to go back, and even then, they probably would starve. They almost have no choice but to come here." He then walked up to his officers, a trio of them, all of whom were standing ready for their orders.
Gezora spoke up first. "So Annabelle got up early and left again?" he stretches, grabbing his hooks from a nearby cache. "And what about our 'guest', the slouchy guy?"
Hippocrates didn't even make eye contact, just looking over a couple papers and notices on the wall. "Yes, Anabelle does tend to head off before hours. You could stand to learn from her example."
From behind Hippocrates, a voice called out "HAH! Gotta love when karma works fast..." Yezeku walked up, and Gezora grumbled. "Ok, so these are your most trusted officers? I know the grouch over there..." he then looked at the other two. One was a large man with multiple scars and a receding hairline. "So whose the giant?" He then looked at the third member, a skinny girl with black hair that covered her eyes, holding a strange looking rifle. "And whose the girl?"
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[HEADING=2]Arc 4: Porte Carlo[/HEADING]
Porte Carlo is considered the West Blue's gateway to the Grand Line. The port town is massive, with hundreds of shops and vendors all around, a shopping environment rivaled only by Jingo. There are also many goods found only in this city, most of which are considered essentials to going to the Grand Line. The weapons are of the highest quality, the food is usually always fresh, and the pawn shops ask almost no questions.
The streets are often wide, but with numerous small alleyways for people to get around faster. At the back and center of town is the Marine outpost, a large courthouse with numerous bulletins for updates in the news. Of course, with such a large and well-funded outpost, Marine presence in Porte Carlo is easily the highest in the West Blue. Fights can break out, and the citizens are smart enough to know to get out of the way, but to them, its just a minor annoyance, almost never a threat to their way of life.
The crwe has come to gather supplies, each suited for what they think their role on the crew will be, as well as some core essentials. Awaiting them, however, are some of the strongest Marines in the West Blue. They had been gathered to fight Harligold's crew, but now await a shot at those who beat them to the punch.
Rank: Captain
Age: 38
Appearance: Hippocrates is an albino, with pale skin, white hair and red eyes. He's square-jawed, and well groomed, and tends to keep his hands behind his back when he walks. He wears a white jacket with the symbol for Justice on the back, but it more resembles a lab coat, with some noticeable blue cufflinks, which conceal small razors. He wears standard issue pants, and often is carrying around various files or notes in his pockets. Hippocrates has a eerily calm look on his face at all times, almost never disturbed or angered.
Personality: Hippocrates believes in results, and is willing to do questionable or unorthodox methods in order to get them. He strives for efficiency, often offering his opponents a chance to surrender to "avoid wasting time and energy". He is single-minded, and when something interests him, he goes after it to the point of obsession.
Abilities: Hippocrates has eaten the Blood-Blood Fruit. By smelling, or for better potency, consuming blood, he can track it to its source, provided its in a certain range, making him an extremely effective tracker. He can also tell the difference between multiple sources. He is also a very proficient detective, observant of his surroundings and skilled at following leads.
Using the fruit, he can also manipulate his own blood, and manage to keep it in circulation even after it's left his body, making it almost impossible for him to bleed out. With concentration and increased focus, he can harden it for a couple seconds, but he prefers to keep it fluid. Hippocrates has not often had to use his powers for combat, more often using it for investigative purposes, so he is unaware of his own limitations with his powers.
History: Hippocrates has served in both the West Blue and the Grand Line. His career has advanced greatly after the war, and has risen through the ranks to make it to captain, and after the affair with Harligold, he knows another promotion is in his future. After the encounter in Jingo and subsequent reports on Lasklee, Hippocrates has taken interest in the crew, and has been spending almost all the time since the blockade run getting, reading and connecting files to an incident in another region. Combined with the fact that another pirate has taken down Harligold, defeating these new pirates is a matter of pride for him.
Rank: Ensign
Age: 42
Appearance: Yezeku has very light brown hair he keeps in a ponytail that goes to his shoulders. He wears a bucket hat with the Marine name across the top, and wears it so that his eyes are covered. He also has sideburns that in addition to how he keeps his hair covers his ears. He wears a standard issue Marine shirt, but it seems too big for him, and grey pants, the only normal part of his attire.
Personailty: Yezeku seems to be half-asleep most of the time, and doesn't pay much attention unless he is really invested. He's quick to make a snide remark, and is very informal. He prefers the method that gets him what he wants with the least amount of effort. A firm believer in the mantra "the end justifies the means", usually just to excuse his own actions.
Abilities: Yezeku carries a double-bladed sword that he swings around like a staff. He's proficient with it, and is very nimble on his feet. However, his real dangerous ability is that he is extremely talented at reading the movements of people. He's extremely observant, and while his reflexes are lacking, he often has enough time to react. However, he does need a clear line of sight for him to be able to do so.
History: Yezeku had been stationed at Lasklee for a very long time. He had been getting bribes from both families. While the Buderos were recent and gave him money, his real prize was from Inshi Yarrakona, who he had been dealing with since the start. Yezeku had been drinking Inshi's healing water for more than a decade, and it slowed down his aging considerably. One could never tell just by looking that he was actually Hippocrates' elder. What he had been doing before arriving at Lasklee seems to be up in the air, and it's been indicated he's been both up and down the ranks in his time. He fights with Hippocrates' men while he waits for reassignment.
Other: Yezeku is somewhat hard of hearing, but is sensitive to very loud noises.
Rank: Ensign
Age: 24
Appearance: Gezora has very short reddish-brown hair with dark blue eyes. His nose is practically a hook, and he always has a scowl on his face. Gezora wears a typical standard issue Marine shirt with long blue pants and a matching blue scarf that covers his chin. He is a think fellow with some long arms and legs, and is a bit short for his age.
Personality: Gezora doesn't really like listening to Hippocrates, and tends to try and compare himself to the others, but doesn't like it when others compare themselves to him. He's brash and arrogant and doesn't really think his decisions through. He thinks he belongs higher up the ranks than he is.
Powers/Abilities: Gezora is extremely fast, going up at speeds rivaling Shave. His knowledge of the city makes him able to navigate it pretty easily. He also wields a large pair of hooks. While these are proficient at slicing and stabbing, he also utilizes them in his running.
History: Gezora has recently been assigned to Porte Carlo, a relatively peaceful city. He doesn't tend to follow plans and seeks personal glory, which is why HQ has taken him away from areas with lots of conflict. Hippocrates decided to give him a chance fighting Harligold, and he was very frustrated that a bunch of pirates beat him to the punch.
Other: N/A.
Rank: Warrant Officer
Age: 18
Appearance: Annabel has long black hair going down her back and brown eyes. Her eyes tend to shift around constantly. She's of average height and weight and build. She wears a blue poncho with a white Marine emblem on the back on top of her standard-issue Marine shirt, with shorts. She wears boots with some very sharp spurs on the back, and has two gun holsters on her hips.
Personality: Anabelle strives for perfection and advancement. She's managed to get very far at a young age and isn't afraid to brag about it. In fact, she isn't afraid to brag about anything. She'll follow the commands of her superiors to the letter, but gives anyone else backtalk. She sees Hippocrates as a father figure, wanting to impress him.
Abilities: Anabelle wields a pair of six-shooters imported from the South Blue. She's a fast shot, and a generally good shot as well. She's also extremely agile, able to leap high up in the air and flip around easily. Hippocrates has been training her to be observant of her surroundings and how to use those, so she has some modest skill in using the environment and terrain to her advantage.
History: Annabelle was considered a prodigy since her early days of recruitment, rising through the ranks. She caught the attention of Hippocrates early in her career, and he has taken her under his wing, and she wants to show that his trust in her was well placed. She was chosen to guard Porte Carlo while the others went to fight Harligold, and now she relishes a chance to prove that that choice was a mistake.
Gender: Male
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Age: 38
Appearance: Time has not been kind to Bobby. Scars line his face to varying degrees and his brown hair has receeded faster than a French army, leaving him mostly bald. He's a tall man, 6'4", carrying 250lbs of mostly muscle, though time has added a belt of fat around it. He has an incredible reach however, which makes him a difficult opponent.
Background: Bobby was a professional gun for hire, famous for having impeccable defensive skills. When he was a member of the Jersey Devils he had a reputation for being able to defend anyone or anything from hitting an assigned target. This made him a very valuable man.
When the Marines finally caught up to the Devils, Bobby was able to evade capture and offered his services to the ship willing to offer him the biggest reward. Captain Hartley was the one willing to pay the most, so he joined the Thrasher's crew for a couple of years.
He grew tired of working with Hartley however, even after he was promoted to 1st mate. The crew were on his back every fight, saying he should be helping them score more plunder, not hanging back and defending. They said he wasn't worth the money he was being given. So one night, while battling in the port of Yongers, he faked a loss, throwing himself overboard. The crew assumed he'd been defeated and happy not to be paying him anymore, they left him behind.
Bobby used this opportunity to head to the nearest Marine outpost. There, he immediately offered his services in rounding up any pirates he could help them with, starting with his former crewmates on the Thrasher. It was his info that led to the successful raid on the ship while it was docked in Belhampton. From there he rose through the ranks of the Marines, getting a cushy transfer to Porte Carlo.
Personality: Bobby is a no-nonsense kind of man. He speaks one language, cash, and is quick to shun everything else. He is a resentful person, completely giving up on those who he believes wronged him in the past, and making them his enemies. He is not very loyal, but the Marine gbig is the easiest one he's had, so he's grown to enjoy it.
Skills/Abilities: Bobby is very skilled with his weapon of choice, an extendable trident. He uses it similar to a bo staff, hacking and cross-checking his opponents, yet the prongs are also deadly, slashing in at weak points when they are presented. Bobby will not attack first, preferring to draw his opponents in and getting them on the counter attack. That is the key to his success.
Other: He is aware that the Thrashers were not completely taken in, that one person escaped, though he does not know who the successful evader is. It's been the one mark on his resume in the Marines however, one he is eager to erase.
Age: 15
Rank: Petty Officer First Class
Appearance: Cecilia has dull black hair in a bowl cut. A really big bowl. Her hair goes down to her nose in the front, and down to her neck in the back. She frequently has to brush it out of her orange eyes to get a good look at things, but can see good enough to shoot a gun. She's of average height at 5'9", skinny and awkward.
She wears the standard white uniform, but hers has worn down to a dull gray color. No amount of washing and bleaching seems to help.
Background: Cecilia's father was a gunsmith, her mother a plain homemaker. She became acquainted with the Marines through her father, and decided to join them largely because she had no idea what else to do.
She's trained with a gun as far back as she can remember. Her father let her test the prototypes he made in their backyard, shooting makeshift targets from several meters away.
Personality: Easily confused and frazzled, Cecilia was taught to shoot first for a reason. More than one time has she been sweet talked into letting a criminal walk. She'd rather not use force unless someone's life is involved, and even then she's hesitant, much to her commanders' dismay. When she's sniping, she aims for her target's legs, hoping to just cripple rather than kill.
She's overly apologetic, and has been known to break down in tears when reprimanded over anything. When shooting a person she can clearly see within a few hundred feet, it's not uncommon for her to close her eyes when she pulls the trigger. She means well, but isn't very strong-willed. If she were just a little more confident, she could be a high ranking officer herself. Unfortunately, she finds herself stationed in the port town as a plain grunt.
Skills/Abilities: Cecilia's a sniper, a damn good one. She has a rifle that's been modified to encase her entire forearm. It has a couple lenses to increase her range, and an adjustable barrel to help in close range fighting.
Even though he had thought his headache was too much to let him sleep, Hal was out like a light the shortly after Sammi brought him his hammock. Somehow, he even managed to sleep straight through to the morning until he was awakened by Peter shouting that they were almost to the docks. Despite having slept most of the day and all night as well, he was still quite groggy when he awoke. After throwing on his suit shades and hat and grabbing his briefcase, he made his way slowly up to the deck. "What gives...? I thought we weren't supposed to to get there until the next day?" He asked with a yawn, not realizing how long he had slept.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and saw Porte Carlo out in the distance, and then it dawned on him. "What the fuck! It's morning?! How long was I out? Dammit, I gotta get the list of stuff to grab and figure out what I need for myself still. How the hell did this happen...." He began pacing back and forth across the deck, trying to think of what he needed and make up for lost time.
"Aw shit, I was supposed to get profiled by Alaena too or something like that. Bet she's pissed. Not a good way to start the day, Hal... Or spend yesterday I guess it'd be. Whatever."
Alaena awoke the next morning when called out for everyone to wake up, surprised that she had slept in so late. She sat up and stretched before placing her cloak she was using as a blanket on top of the desk. Despite sleeping on the hard floor (she had declined Sammi's hammock the night before), she was well rested and didn't have any aches or pains one would usually have. 'Not sure what that says about me if sleeping on the floor is the most comfortable.'
After putting on some clothes (along with putting on her new eye patch now that her injury was healed enough), she rummaged through her satchel to see if she had something to eat. The fact that they didn't really have a trained cook or supplies left her believing that they would all have to fend for themselves this morning. 'It's a good thing I still have a few things in here,' she thought, unwrapping a half loaf of bread that she had from a few days earlier. It was a bit tough to chew on as she took a bite out of it, but it would suffice.
Next she took out almost all of her remaining money, counting it out before putting it in her pocket along with the list of things she'd need. Her bow couldn't be taken out into the city due to how recognizable it would be to Marines if they had seen her bounty, so instead she took her knife and revolver. "Hopefully neither of them will need to be used at all until tonight since it's simple recon," Alaena muttered after putting her gun in its holster.
The last thing she needed was her cloak. Her brooch would have to be left behind like her bow, though she placed it at the very back of a desk drawer to keep it safe. Once she was sure she had everything she left her room and went up to the top deck. 'At least Fletch doesn't need me to feed him,' she thought as she took another bite of bread, seeing the hawk tear at a rat he had caught earlier up on the crow's nest.
"Who's the giant?" Holik responded. "That the best you got for me? I expected a bit more considering exactly how valuable I've been to the Marines in rounding up pirates. I guess I'll have to inform you then.
The name's Bobby Holik, best defender the Marines have got going for them. You want something protected, I'll give you a pile of bodies at the foot of it. I was sent to Porte Carlo as a promotion for outstanding service, but hearing that there are more pirates coming right for me, just makes things that much better. I'm considering this a welcoming gift." He brought forward his trident and brandished it. "And Nicole here never refuses a gift."
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Not much was happening during the night time so after she had her fill of the peaceful sailing, Sammi went down into her now cleared room and tested out her hammock for the night. It had held up anyway. The gentle rocking had quickly put her to sleep.
Morning dawned through the port side window and awoke the Viking earlier than she wanted. As Peter passed by the quarters, shouting their intended arrival within the next few minutes, she was forced out of bed by the news. "Damn, I thought we at least had more time than that." She rifled through her bag, selecting some choice items to be sold off for belli; a couple garish pieces of jewelry she had no aspirations to wear, a pocketwatch, and the pair of sunglasses that had saved her eyes back on Lasklee. Should be able to get something for these. Enough to get my axes resharpened at least. Then off to the Grand Line. Never thought I'd get back there so fast.
Sammi affixed her keeper jewels, retied her bandanna, grabbed her axes before heading up to the deck to join the crew. She only saw Hal and Alaena up there. "Hey," she said as she approached, noticing Alaena's makeshift breakfast. Going to have to get some food too. That should be easier to do though. "So, here we are. In the belly of the shark. Should be fun, huh?"
Yoje was half asleep when he heard Peter shouting, but the noise quickly made him fully awake. "Alright, we're almost there." He swung a leg out of the hammock and stood up. He grabbed some beli for food and whatever else he might want to buy in Portes Carlo, and ran up to the deck, where most of the crew was already standing.
"Morning guys," Yoje said with a grin. "Ready to- oh, Alaena, I was supposed to see you for a medical examination yesterday." The grin faded. "Sorry about that. It didn't seem very important, and I didn't see you much since we left Lasklee, so I just, forgot... I'll have my examination now, if you want."
Sleeping in a hammock was a new experience for Marielle: it was quite odd, lying in what was essentially a large net swaying back and forth with the movements of the ship. At first she couldn't get to sleep, being well used to an immobile bed with sheets covering her. But eventually the weight of her eyelids got the better of her, and she slept peacefully, without any dreams scaring her awake or reminding her of the Lasklee battle.
She woke and dressed in the usual manner, tying her hair back just as Peter's voice came through the wall. "OKAY, WE'RE HEADING TO THE DOCKS!" Marielle took a moment to consider taking her gear with her, but quickly dismissed the thought. She only really needed her jacket, some money - for breakfast among other things - and a pen and paper just in case. You never knew.
Once the possessions she needed were in pockets about her person, Marielle headed up to the upper deck, finding a few of the others already there. "Morning, all," she said as she joined the rest of the crew.
"Good morning everyone. Exciting day today here in Porte Carlo," Alaena said as more of the crew came out onto the top deck. Yoje brought up the medical records she wanted to make for everyone, and Alaena thought over his suggestion. It annoyed her a bit that he thought it wasn't important, but she shrugged it off instead of telling him how important it was.
"Once I'm back here later on today I can do the examinations for everyone. I'm going to help Hal bring the supplies back, but after that I don't have much to do other until that night. So there should be enough time to get everyone's records done," she told him, taking another bite of bread before continuing, "So just come to me later on today. Now excuse me, I need to talk to Hal."
She walked over to the crew's merchant as he paced around the deck and greeted him. "Morning Hal. Looks like you overslept. I should have tried to wake you up, but I was busy making some furniture for the medical room. Completely slipped my mind. Anyways, I need to talk to you quickly," she said to him.
Hal stopped his pacing and muttering once he noticed Alaena approaching and turned to greet her. He figured she'd be pissed that he didn't show up for an examination yesterday, but she didn't seem to mind as far as he could tell. Probably best to apologize anyway though. "Mornin' Alaena. Overslept.... Is kinda an understatement." He greeted her with a grin and a small awkward chuckle before continuing. "But yeah, I was out like a light all day. Sorry about that, but I promise I'll let you do your examination thingie once I'm done getting stuff in Porte Carlo today."
"It's fine that you didn't have the examination. Everyone except Marielle forgot too, so while I might be a bit annoyed I'm not holding it against anyone," Alaena replied. It simply wasn't worth it to go after everyone for not listening to her, and she was partially to blame for not reminding anyone.
She took out the list she had made the night before and handed it to Hal along with half of the money she had as well. "I actually do need a number of things from the stores that I can't, or at least won't get from the Marine base. This should be more than enough money to cover it, but I gave you extra just in case. Now I wrote down 'medicine' as one of the things, and what I need you to do is find out where the more basic medicine can be found and let me know when I come to help you out. I'll pick up what I need after you tell me. I don't want to burden you with a long list of equally long named medicines," she explained, breaking off half of the bread she had left and handing it to him, "With all the running around you'll have to do you should eat a bit now just to get you going. Let me know if you have any questions about what is on my list."
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