one.

[busies.livejournal.com]

[Ken's little tired from his nightmare from last night. Logically, spending a night in a strange room in a strange place would do that to him...probably. However, that's not what he's really bothered by it much, he's just dragging his feet a little more on his way to class.]

I thought I was done with school.

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[busies.livejournal.com]

That must be interesting... I doubt telling the faculty would do any good.

[fierybluebird]

The idea hadn't exactly occurred to me. [No really... it hadn't. He's so used to others coming to him about this stuff.] They're probably getting nightmares too though I expect. Unless it just affects outsiders.

[busies.livejournal.com]

Not to mention, what could they really do? It is nightmares after all.

[fierybluebird]

And it's not like slowing down the courses would help much. If you can't deal with nightmares now in the classroom, in the battle isn't going to be much better.

[busies.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Battlegrounds are like the breeding grounds for nightmares.

[fierybluebird]

....

So they are.

[busies.livejournal.com]

You've never heard of that saying before?

[fierybluebird]

Just never had it be a problem before.

[busies.livejournal.com]

They're a problem now though?

[fierybluebird]

It's a long story.

[busies.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

[fierybluebird]

Don't worry about it. Part of life. If you can't accept the bad, you never get to experience the good either, and that's not really living.

[busies.livejournal.com]

... that's a really nice way of looking at it. [He really likes that saying. Someone close to him said something like that once]

I'm Ken Amada, by the way. And you are mister?

[fierybluebird]

[Same for Marco.]

Marco. Just Marco.

Is Amada your surname or vice versa?

[busies.livejournal.com]

Amada's my surname. You can call me by whichever you feel comfortable, Marco.

[fierybluebird]

Whichever you prefer.

I spend most of my life on the Grand Line, so it seemed like everyone had a different tradition or preference, eh.

[busies.livejournal.com]

Then Ken works.

...Grand Line?

[fierybluebird]

Ken it is then.

It's a pirate ocean in my world. Home. Of a sorts.

[busies.livejournal.com]

So you're a pirate?

[fierybluebird]

Yup. Whitebeard pirates.

I used to be first division commander.

[busies.livejournal.com]

That's... really cool!

[fierybluebird]

Thanks, eh.

It never ceases to surprise me how many people here feel that way.

[busies.livejournal.com]

Well, pirates only exist in history books and stories where I'm from!

[this happy face can't even begin to truly express how amazed he is to meet a REAL PIRATE.]

[fierybluebird]

[Wait till he finds out more XD.]

Ah, same with magic in my world. Not the way it's taken for granted here at least. There's supposedly even phoenixes and dragons here.

[busies.livejournal.com]

[the kid's gonna want to know more]

Really? ...so, as a pirate...did you plunder and do all of those kinds of things?