Haha, I do suppose I have a bow; though this story is nothing so fancy as my gentlemanly self.
[Brook said as he gave his fancy bowtie a few tugs before abruptly giving his hair a tug; his skull popping open like a morbid case as he pulled out a strange, seashell-like device. After closing his skull, he set it on the ground and pressed the top of the shell with a small click as an upbeat tune began to play.]
Once upon a time, about 88 years ago I sailed as a pirate along with my crew, the Rumbar Pirates. We sailed far and wide; spreading our music to those with open ears and living our lives as fully as we could under the guide of our captain, Calico Yorki. One day, along with many other captains, Captain Yorki decided we would set out to a place of great adventure and greater danger; the Grand Line, in search of a marvelous treasure known only as One Piece, left behind by the former King of Pirates, Gol D. Roger.
During our trip, we stumbled across a small whale who had found itself lost from its pod; try as we did to get it to leave for his own safety, he continued to follow us and so, we adopted him in a strange sort of way...Laboon as we called him was just as much a part of our crew as any man or woman you might say. Unfortunately, the Grand Line was far too dangerous for such a small whale, so we left him in the care of a friend with the promise that we would most definitely return one day to sing and be merry with him once more...and with that we set out on our final journey.
Half way into our journey...half our crew and our captain contracted a dangerous and incurable disease...and so they decided to leave our ship to cross the "Calm Belt" of the Grand Line; that we might continue on in their stead and not become infected ourselves. This arrangement lasted for a time; but eventually we were overcome by an opposing force using poisoned weaponry...as you can see, none of us survived. I alone was able to come back, as I had eaten a Devil Fruit known as the Revive-Revive Fruit, that we might keep our promise to our dear friend Laboon.
That is why I dress in these clothing, and why I have taken such good care of my hair...they may be the only things that Laboon will recognize of me when I finally see him again. After all, nothing is more important than keeping a promise to a friend.
[Brook finished his story and clicked the shell's button once more, stopping the music and returning it to its resting place in his skull with a small sigh; though his smile once again returned after his head was back to its proper state]
And yes, you may touch my hair; provided you are careful with it.
Pinkie I am sorry for this ;w;
[Brook said as he gave his fancy bowtie a few tugs before abruptly giving his hair a tug; his skull popping open like a morbid case as he pulled out a strange, seashell-like device. After closing his skull, he set it on the ground and pressed the top of the shell with a small click as an upbeat tune began to play.]
Once upon a time, about 88 years ago I sailed as a pirate along with my crew, the Rumbar Pirates. We sailed far and wide; spreading our music to those with open ears and living our lives as fully as we could under the guide of our captain, Calico Yorki. One day, along with many other captains, Captain Yorki decided we would set out to a place of great adventure and greater danger; the Grand Line, in search of a marvelous treasure known only as One Piece, left behind by the former King of Pirates, Gol D. Roger.
During our trip, we stumbled across a small whale who had found itself lost from its pod; try as we did to get it to leave for his own safety, he continued to follow us and so, we adopted him in a strange sort of way...Laboon as we called him was just as much a part of our crew as any man or woman you might say. Unfortunately, the Grand Line was far too dangerous for such a small whale, so we left him in the care of a friend with the promise that we would most definitely return one day to sing and be merry with him once more...and with that we set out on our final journey.
Half way into our journey...half our crew and our captain contracted a dangerous and incurable disease...and so they decided to leave our ship to cross the "Calm Belt" of the Grand Line; that we might continue on in their stead and not become infected ourselves. This arrangement lasted for a time; but eventually we were overcome by an opposing force using poisoned weaponry...as you can see, none of us survived. I alone was able to come back, as I had eaten a Devil Fruit known as the Revive-Revive Fruit, that we might keep our promise to our dear friend Laboon.
That is why I dress in these clothing, and why I have taken such good care of my hair...they may be the only things that Laboon will recognize of me when I finally see him again. After all, nothing is more important than keeping a promise to a friend.
[Brook finished his story and clicked the shell's button once more, stopping the music and returning it to its resting place in his skull with a small sigh; though his smile once again returned after his head was back to its proper state]
And yes, you may touch my hair; provided you are careful with it.