working matters | 4TH DIVISION

[BRYN STORMWIND]

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,padding: 5px; border-left: 5px solid #737dc6; border-radius; 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; border-bottom: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;][atrb=width,340,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 9px;] It was a pretty afternoon at Ohara. The large tree in the middle of the island was absolutely stunning, and Bryn couldn't help but smile at it as she docked and jumped off the passenger boat that carried her there. She had recently joined the 4th division marine crew, and had decided to invite the members out to the island to meet each other. It would be good to get to know her fellow marines before they went on missions together, right? And besides, no one else seemed to be gathering the group up. So Bryn had sent out messages to her team mates, letting them know that they should have a meet and greet sort of get together at Ohara. It was a pretty island, and to be honest it was close to where Bryn was stationed, making it easier on herself. If the others had to travel, it was their choice to come or stay. She didn't really care if anyone showed up or not; it wouldn't hurt her feelings either way. Bryn shrugged to herself and walked toward the library tree, shouldering her katanas onto her back. Maybe someone would show up. The red-head neared the tree's large roots and took a seat on one, placing her chin in her right hand to stare out at the sea. She wasn't really a party planner, and didn't have anything for the others to do once they arrived...Crap. Maybe that would have been a good thing to do... [/style]

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[Ryusei]

"This place is..."

Nothing could express what I felt from my inner soul from being in such a place full of life and vigor, much more so than my own home island. My eyes and lips were in awe, my fists clenched against my bags string as I couldn't believe the amount of history and culture around me at the moment as it was very strongly connected with history and the past so much so that that tree was possibly older than anyone here? Of course I didn't truly know how old it was but larger trees usually meant longer lives.

As I stopped and looked around for a moment I wondered where I was supposed to go next. All I knew was that I wasn't where i was supposed to be yet and though I could ask someone for directions, something in my gut told me to keep moving forward. I stopped my hand from reaching towards a person's shoulder as my mind resounded this. I needed to figure out where I could move next, and as I took a look towards the tree I nodded to myself. There was something about that tree that just told me to go to it instead.

I walked with a slow stride, enjoying the sites more as I had a big smile on my face. This place was gigantic, and I happily loved to explore it. Too bad I couldn't be a scholar, as I focused on my dreams of becoming the greatest boxer who ever lived. But this was to be expected, I always dreamed of using my fists to break down the walls of weakness and become a complete warrior. And as always the road to whatever path you took good or evil started with one step down its path. My first step was mastering the basics of boxing, the second step I needed my signature skills and techniques, which I was developing right now and had started to train on the boat and the last... defeating powerful opponents to gain even more powerful opponents. This may seem like a three-step process but it was harder than it seemed.

Anyway, I finally made it at the roots of the tree and took my time to move towards what appeared to be a young woman wearing some very, "revealing" outer clothing. I was never someone who cared much of women, at least not at those levels, I wasn't gay or anything... I just saw my goal as more important than romance, to tell ya the truth I didn't understand such a thing too well. I stopped and looked towards the female, as I tried to gain her attention.

"Hi."

I waved my arms and placed my bag against the ground. Something gave me the nagging suspicion that I needed to talk to her with my arms waving in the air. Pointing at myself, I smiled widely. Crossing my arms I watched her eyes.

"I need your help, do you know where the marine station is?"

[Zambezi Long]

The Fishman stepped slowly onto the docks from the ship, taking his first steps onto the island known as Ohara. He couldn't help but stare across at the view of this new land, almost awestruck by the sight of the world-famous "Tree of Knowledge", where the world's greatest archaeologists, scholars and historians studied. He was humbled somewhat, knowing that there were these incredibly knowledgeable people right before his very eyes. He cast his gaze across the rest of the island and felt that, even if one were to ignore the scholars and the Tree of Knowledge, Ohara itself looked to be a wonderful place to live. An image of peace. The kind of soothing, relaxing comfort Marines sought to bring to the people through their actions.

"There is still a lot I have to learn..." he remarked beneath his breath to himself, straightening himself up. He'd become a Marine not only to protect the people, but to learn more about the world he lived in. To think there was such a larger world out there than what he had known at the bottom of the Ocean... The sight alone reminded him just how little he knew about the world. Then he remembered the message. Here, on this island, he was to meet up with the rest of Fourth Division's Fleet. Picking up his pace, he began to walk down the docks, heading up towards the mainland. But as he walked, he caught sight of a tree. This tree might not have been important in of itself, but by the tree sat a young woman and, more importantly, another Marine. Fixing the cap on his head, the Fishman wandered closer.

"I take it you have also arrived for the meeting?" he remarked, making his presence known to the Marines. Stepping closer still, he straightened himself up and gave the palm-inward salute all Marines gave when speaking formally to others. "Petty Officer Zambezi Long" he introduced himself. As it was, he was a very professional person. After all, they were expected to uphold the law. It was expected that they were at least polite and mannerly as they did it. Or at least, that was how Zambezi himself saw it. Bringing his hand down, he stood there awaiting a reply, to see if he had indeed confirmed another member of the Fourth Division Fleet.