[Zambezi] All work and no play...

[VINCERI DE SILVIO]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]What is wrong with the world today? Children are running around with laughter on their lips and fire at their fingertips, pirates sailing the seas and plundering without a care in the world, and what do the marines do? They just sit back and let the world crumble all around them. Beneath their feet and above their heads in a symphony of chaos. Vinceri's eyebrows clashed together in a brief frown, stoic eyes focused intently on the docks of Loguetown. Despite all the horrendous happenings in the world at this day and age, the sun still had the nerve to shine-- its rays of light beating down on Vinceri most unpleasantly. The smell of the sea wafted up from the docks, and the sound of waves proved most soothing-- and boring, to young marine commander Vinceri de Silvio as he stood against the rotting wooden railings of one of Loguetown's quaint little restaurants, an emotionless tune dancing from his tongue all twisted and ironic. There was a certain quietness in Loguetown that the green-haired marine always found… unsettling, for a town ruled by a pirate crew anyways. It was almost as if a pirate was going to jump on him any second from any given direction. A creaking of the door behind him snapped Vinceri away from his thoughts as said male turned his head to the side briefly. A waitress, secondary source to the creaking noise, had stepped outside for a smoke break-- but not before giving a polite bow to Vinceri, who blinked emotionlessly in return. All this politeness, all this tact, what was it for? The teen marine shook his head, running a hand through his vibrant green hair shortly afterwards. What did the higher ups tell him to do again? Ah, right. Make sure all the marines make it to the town safely. Vinceri scanned his eyes over the docking area, 'So what were they afraid of, that the marines were going to jump ship?' The green-haired male thought sarcastically, pushing himself off the unstable wooden railing. As usual, he seemed as emotionless and unmoving as a corpse as he waited patiently for the next marine to come on shore.[/style]

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[ZAMBEZI LONG]

The blonde Marine slowly stepped down the gangplank, his eyes cast over the sight of the town before him. Loguetown. He'd been here before since he was made a member of the Marines. He wasn't exactly an experienced Marine, but his training had been spent entirely in East Blue and he'd become familiar with the sea somewhat. In any case, he definitely knew more about East Blue than he did about the other blues. He turned his head slightly over to look towards the docks and the pier. There stood his immediate superior aboard the ship - Commander De Silvio. The Lieutenant couldn't admit to knowing a lot about his superiors or the rest of the rank and file yet, but he was definitely not one to show disrespect. Stepping down onto the pier, he turned to the Commander.

"Lieutenant Zambezi Long, sir," he introduced himself, raising his hand to give the traditional Marine palm-inward salute. His posture was good, his back straight with no sign of slouching. He was definitely someone who knew what not to do around superiors. Slowly, he lowered his saluting hand and put both hands firmly at his sides. It was interesting, at any rate, how his appearance contrasted such an attitude. His long, blonde hair was unkempt and messy, to put it lightly. His eyes were sharp and piercing, his upper teeth slightly bared to show how sharpened and pointed they were - the kind of teeth that could tear flesh from bone if given the chance. His appearance was far wilder than one would imagine of any Marine, yet here he was, dressed in proper Marine uniform.

"Is there anything you would have me do, sir?" he questioned. It was always good to assume you could help your superiors in some small way, or at the very least offer to do so. It showed you were taking initiative, some would say. To Zambezi, it was more a case of simply offering a helping hand to someone else.

[VINCERI DE SILVIO]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"Lieutenant Zambezi Long, sir," Vinceri seemed completely uninterested, arms still crossed unmoving on his chest. The man who stood before him was a fishman-- a rather large fishman. In a stoic manner, Vinceri waved him off to dismiss the salute silently. Nearby, the doors of the restaurant creaked open again-- a burst of noise, then silence. Perhaps the woman had gone back from her smoke break? Vinceri turned back to Zambezi. For a fishman, at least he was civil, not like those wild fools that run around on pirate ships raising jolly rogers. That alone was enough for Vinceri to gain just the least bit respect for this marine lieutenant. "Is there anything you would have me do, sir?" Eager to work too. Vinceri's eyebrows rose quizzically, his mouth curving into a small smile before disappearing back into its tight emotionlessly drawn line. A gloved hand rose to sweep through his own green hair, deep in thought. Was there anything else his superiors wanted from him? Probably not. For once in his marine career Vinceri was stuck with a subordinate he did not need at the current time, "No, there isn't." He answered simply, crossing his arms again. The scenery around them seemed frozen, like a canvas of black and white-- and they were the ones in color. The waves from the ocean, the seagulls from the docks, all was drowned out in Vinceri's mind as he pondered silently, "Any idea where the other recruits are?" The marine commander asked suddenly, remembering the others that were supposed to come ashore minutes ago. So far, the only person who made it on land was Zambezi, '-- and with the corruption in this world they're probably drinking in some tavern like a bunch of hobos,' Vinceri frowned, huffing quietly. "Okay, change of plans. We may have to find the rest of the group." The commander said, eyes staring straight ahead instead of registering Zambezi's presence. There were at least half a dozen taverns in Loguetown alone and quite a few restaurants to boot, vastly contrasted to its overall size. Vinceri frowned, the gravel beneath his feet crunching as he took a step forward, "Have you seen any marines on your way out, lieutenant?"[/style]

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[ZAMBEZI LONG]

The Lieutenant remained still as his superior told him there was nothing to be done. Commander De Silvio didn't seem to be a particularly empathetic man, but at the same time it could easily be chalked up to a certain degree of professionalism. You didn't just go try and make friends with everyone you spoke to just because you worked with them (Not that it was a bad thing). There were certain orders of rank that had to be respected. You didn't just treat senior officers like old friends, after all. But it seemed as quickly as he had spoken, the Commander was ready to ask him a question. He listened, and he understood. The only problem was, could he answer it?

"I'm sorry. I do not know, Commander," the answer, of course, was that he couldn't. He didn't quite know the location of the recruits. They could be anywhere. Well, anywhere on the island. He caught sight of the Commander frowning with a huff before he proceeded to speak to him again - It seemed now it was their duty to locate these recruits and bring them back to the ship. A job he was certain he was capable of. Raising his hand, he saluted again. "Sir, yes sir" he recited as he'd always been instructed. You tended to learn the proper way to show people respect quickly in training. Zambezi had long since adopted it and made it his own.

"I am afraid I have not, sir. I had assumed they would be here as well when I arrived," he answered the Commander. He'd been wrong, in any case. The other Marines obviously weren't here. "Would you rather I accompany you in your search, Commander, or would you prefer if I searched in another part of the island?" he asked, raising a brow. Well, it was important to ask and make sure of things. It wasn't like splitting up would be a problem - they would easily communicate via Baby Den Den Mushi and arrive back at the ship if they found the other Recruits.