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Log: II Brooke teaches

Who: Bianchi and Brooke
What: Learning to call Sea Kings
Where: Thousand Sunny (practice room?)
When: Friday 4/24/09 ish?

Bianchi had been spending the week working on the song that Brooke had taught her so far. She'd wanted to learn it all in one go but that had proven a little ambitious. Her voice could only take so many hours a day of abuse and then she had to rest and recuperate. Slowly she was conditioning it to handle the odd sounds the song required. Luckily Bianchi never seemed to mind looking (or in this case sounding) bizarre. Or she'd have stopped that first day. She did not mind going to great lengths to get what she wanted. And she often did just that. So now she found herself walking into the room she'd been using for practice, looking around for her Skeleton tutor and already starting to warm up with familiar scales.

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Her eyes shifted from one new head to the next, her fingers twitching at her side as she realized the situation they were in. "I have no choice in the matter, so I'll do my best." She responded, looking up now at the nearest monster towering over the boat. She braced herself as the boat rocked with the new waves created by the monsters around them. She'd been assigned the charming part and she opened her mouth and sang.

She was starting to wish she'd taken more lessons as a child. She settled a hand on Brooke's shoulder just to keep a feel for what he was doing and where he was in case things got more out of hand than they already were. This part of the song rang bell like out over the air, and she kept one eye on Brooke as he was the director in this odd battle and the other eye she kept on the most pressing dangers. Her hand poised ready to bring out poison cooking if need be.

The Sea Kings were not impressed with the display of music from the two singers and only one or two of the smaller ones actually going away. Rage still burned in their eyes and Brooke realized he had to do something more drastic. He removed the sheathe from his sword which was also his cane. He then used his sword on his violin to play a melody that seemed more like a lullaby than anything they had practiced together. "NEMURIUTA FLAN!!!" He cried out putting behind it all the super strength he could muster behind this particular thrust of his sword to finish the Stanza. This particular move of his was normally for putting his foes to sleep but he wasn't sure whether or not it would work on creatures as large as Sea Kings. To his amazement it not only put the majority to sleep it also put several large gashes in many of them from the sound waves. He was a little speachless but there were at least a dozen of them still awake but with a little more sleep in their eyes instead of rage.

Bianchi had been ready to jump forward and start poisoning the water when he changed songs. Paused at the railing, the waves of sound echoing out across the water. She could feel the drowsiness it was taking down one after another of their assailants. The rocking of the boat calmed although the entire deck was wet now. How his instrument could stand the watery barrage was a mystery to her.

She turned back to look at him for a moment before looking out at the remaining dozen. "Should I sing?" She asked quietly.

Brooke snapped out of his slight daze with a start remembering that there were still more Sea Kings to deal with, and he just barely caught the question. "I believe that would be wise, I think they will be much more susceptible now that they are more tired and less beserk. Just... remember for next time you attempt this that you must be careful on how intensely you sing the tune of beserking. It was your first time so you will get better but I did this to try and show you some of the consequences that may happen. Now then shall we begin?"

She yanked her hair back over her shoulders, letting the water drip down her back and started singing again. She rested her hands on the railing, looking out at the water and turning toward any monster that might be starting to look twitchy. He'd said she was best at the charming part but her voice was mediocre at best. She'd always been mediocre at music. It seemed to work though and she waited to hear him chime in behind her. Or if directed, to switch to the section that would send the sea kings away.

Brooke was tired from exerting so much of the strength he didn't actually have a body for so he said, "You will have to sing the song of repelling to them now. I... *yawn* I..." He was trying his best but despite his best efforts he not only was tired from exerting so much strength but from his own tecnique he used that put creatures to sleep. He thought he should try to do something but he was positive that the song of repelling would get rid of the rest of the Sea Kings so he gave up. And much like the first time they practiced together Brooke colapesed backwards falling asleep once more.

Aaaand there went her mentor. She turned away from him and switched to the repelling song, climbing up on the railing and sitting down, facing the water. She looped an ankle around one of the posts and held on with her hands, leaning out a little to sing. If this part could be called that. It took longer for her to repel sea kings than the more experienced Brooke but sure enough in ones and twos the creatures began bobbing away. As the last one gave a snuffle that sent a wave her direction she held on to the rail tightly and paused only to keep water from entering her mouth. Then started right back up watching it also turn to leave.

She kept singing for a few more minutes just to be safe, eyes scanning the horizon, turning to look over her shoulder in the other direction. Finally convinced they were all right, she swung her legs back around and alighted on the deck, padding over to the skeleton and wiping some water from his face. He appeared to be snoring soundly so she turned back toward the entrance to the ship intent on a shower and some warm clothes. Her tutor was on his own for now.

"...zzzZZZ" and with a final snort rolling over onto his face Brooke began to dream of music and smiling whales.

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Log: II Brooke teaches

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((Ugh I'm so tired once agian -_-))

((shall we call it log end?))

The End it shall be.