[ Town Square. There is a tallish, silent young man staring down your decrepit statue today, journal dangling idly from one hand. Some people prefer to be more animated in their quick-thinking, situation-absorbing methods, but that isn't really his style. So he's been summoned by a pirate ghost to sail around until someone somehow puts together all the pieces of a magical gem like a puzzle... he has no cell service... Mitsukuni is nowhere to be found. But if he is here--
Well, if he is, then Mori has more to worry about than being kidnapped by Davy Jones. Basically, ain't nobody got time for freaking out. He turns his attention back to the journal, and then to finding his way around the streets after he's done a little more combing through it. ]
[Lost at Sea. ........who needs to stay on their ship anyway?
Oh, right. He does. In fact, he'd greatly prefer it.
Don't mind Mori here just paddling his rowboat towards whichever direction feels like it's housing his ship. He's got a turtle on his head and a fire of deep, moderately-stricken concern for the rest of the crew in his heart, and he'll jump out to swim the rest of the way if it gets him back in order faster. Or he'll jump out so he can push a rowboat full of fellow stranded crew members towards whichever direction feels right. Could go either way.
Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but he's totally willing. ]
[ Enemy Attack. WELP. They came invading, so they asked for it. Mori opts to skip the middleman in this instance by vaulting over the railing and taking the defense into enemy territory. It's rude as hell to lay siege to a ship just peacefully floating on by, isn't it? He has people to look out for on this vessel.
This is why he is casually working on shoving all the enemy cannons into the ocean.
It's a far cry from things back at Ouran (well. maybe not a far cry.), but sometimes a man needs to adapt to ensure a continued stability of existence. And stability, he can provide. ]
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Well, if he is, then Mori has more to worry about than being kidnapped by Davy Jones. Basically, ain't nobody got time for freaking out. He turns his attention back to the journal, and then to finding his way around the streets after he's done a little more combing through it. ]
[Lost at Sea. ........who needs to stay on their ship anyway?
Oh, right. He does. In fact, he'd greatly prefer it.
Don't mind Mori here just paddling his rowboat towards whichever direction feels like it's housing his ship. He's got a turtle on his head and a fire of deep, moderately-stricken concern for the rest of the crew in his heart, and he'll jump out to swim the rest of the way if it gets him back in order faster. Or he'll jump out so he can push a rowboat full of fellow stranded crew members towards whichever direction feels right. Could go either way.
Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but he's totally willing. ]
[ Enemy Attack. WELP. They came invading, so they asked for it. Mori opts to skip the middleman in this instance by vaulting over the railing and taking the defense into enemy territory. It's rude as hell to lay siege to a ship just peacefully floating on by, isn't it? He has people to look out for on this vessel.
This is why he is casually working on shoving all the enemy cannons into the ocean.
It's a far cry from things back at Ouran (well. maybe not a far cry.), but sometimes a man needs to adapt to ensure a continued stability of existence. And stability, he can provide. ]
[literally whatever else you want.
I'm really easy like that tbh. ]