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Who: Vivi and Robin (and anyone else who wants to go looking for trouble in the seedy parts of Qosqo)
What:Looking for troubleTraining, obviously ¬_¬
When: Waaay back on March 31, the night before Usopp's birthday
Where: Qosqo
Why: Because we can
Uneven cobblestones paved the streets of this part of town, but they were easier to walk on than the narrow sidewalks littered with the homeless or nearly homeless trying to sell just enough hay or grain to pay for their next meal. The fact that they were out this late meant that they weren't likely to be eating at all. Robin knew better than to pity them with a coin, and hoped that the sympathetic Princess next to her had learned that lesson at some point, as well. A mangy dog scampered between them at the sound of a whistle somewhere down the road.
Robin sniffed discreetly- where there was booze, there would be the fight they were looking for. She turned down a dark, strangely moist side street and tried not to think about the cause of the humidity that rose only waist high on the walls. Someone's front door stood open at the end of the street, and the sound of music, laughter, and yelling bounced off the mud-bricked walls. It certainly smelled like the sort of place they wanted to go, the bittersweet odor of fermented fruit was strong enough to almost burn, and it took a great deal of willpower to keep from wrinkling her nose.
She glanced sidelong at Vivi, trademark smile playing against her lips.
"Are you ready, Princess?"
What:
When: Waaay back on March 31, the night before Usopp's birthday
Where: Qosqo
Why: Because we can
Uneven cobblestones paved the streets of this part of town, but they were easier to walk on than the narrow sidewalks littered with the homeless or nearly homeless trying to sell just enough hay or grain to pay for their next meal. The fact that they were out this late meant that they weren't likely to be eating at all. Robin knew better than to pity them with a coin, and hoped that the sympathetic Princess next to her had learned that lesson at some point, as well. A mangy dog scampered between them at the sound of a whistle somewhere down the road.
Robin sniffed discreetly- where there was booze, there would be the fight they were looking for. She turned down a dark, strangely moist side street and tried not to think about the cause of the humidity that rose only waist high on the walls. Someone's front door stood open at the end of the street, and the sound of music, laughter, and yelling bounced off the mud-bricked walls. It certainly smelled like the sort of place they wanted to go, the bittersweet odor of fermented fruit was strong enough to almost burn, and it took a great deal of willpower to keep from wrinkling her nose.
She glanced sidelong at Vivi, trademark smile playing against her lips.
"Are you ready, Princess?"
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Date: 2010-04-15 10:04 pm (UTC)From:"Now then," Robin bit off the word Princess. "Let's see just how rusty you really are."