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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-03 11:13 pm
chosenbytheocean) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-03 11:13 pm
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13 Voyage [CLOSED]
WHO: Moana
WHERE: 7i Ocean
WHEN: October 1st
OPEN TO: Bucky Barnes
WARNINGS: N/A
The sun had not yet risen over the peak of the canyon walls when Moana made her way down to the shore. She had a bag of food and supplies slung over one shoulder while an oar occupied her other hand. She had left Itiiti behind, in the care of Owen, as she headed towards what might be her own demise. She was stubborn and she hadn't heeded any of her friends warnings.
She was quick to pack the boat with supplies, readying the craft to set out. As her preparations went underway a soft white flurry began to drift from the sky.
"No. No no no no." Moana was still wearing her island dress and shoeless. She knew that the snow might cause some complications but she had already come this far. She wasn't going to turn back down. She exhaled a soft huff as she turned to look back at the village behind her.
A soft whisper of a sound reached her ear and she turned sharply on her heel. The darkness of the early morning was a little hard for the island princess to see through.
"Who's there?"
WHERE: 7i Ocean
WHEN: October 1st
OPEN TO: Bucky Barnes
WARNINGS: N/A
The sun had not yet risen over the peak of the canyon walls when Moana made her way down to the shore. She had a bag of food and supplies slung over one shoulder while an oar occupied her other hand. She had left Itiiti behind, in the care of Owen, as she headed towards what might be her own demise. She was stubborn and she hadn't heeded any of her friends warnings.
She was quick to pack the boat with supplies, readying the craft to set out. As her preparations went underway a soft white flurry began to drift from the sky.
"No. No no no no." Moana was still wearing her island dress and shoeless. She knew that the snow might cause some complications but she had already come this far. She wasn't going to turn back down. She exhaled a soft huff as she turned to look back at the village behind her.
A soft whisper of a sound reached her ear and she turned sharply on her heel. The darkness of the early morning was a little hard for the island princess to see through.
"Who's there?"
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“Hundreds of extra pounds of metal. In here, I mean,” he answered, patting his chest lightly. “You can’t see it, but it’s there and definitely very heavy.”
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"Metal? Like the tools at the inn?" She looked over at Bucky, her palms flat on the boat to keep it steady as the waves rolled beneath it. "How?" Moana didn't know how metal worked or how it could be inside of him.