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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

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[transferedfate]

Wait, why? [she puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side]

Does your Dad have a thing against psychologists?

[puro]

Oh no, no, nothing like that.

He just wanted me to be a bullfighter. Family tradition.

[transferedfate]

Sounds like a lot of pressure. [yeesh, family traditions and all that]

[puro]

It was. But -

[But then he died, and it stopped being a problem any more. ]

He's accepted to let me be who I want to be, now. It's worked out.

[transferedfate]

[whooo any subtext flies right over her head and she nods]

Good! Kids shouldn't be held back by their parent's expectations. [or legacies]

So what is it that you do now? Back in your world?

[puro]

I haven't started, yet. I want to be a mariachi.

[The thought brushes away his dark cloud, a smile crossing his face. He knows it's what he was born to do, he knows it's absolutely and completely what he needs to do. ]

I want to make people feel better with music.

[transferedfate]

[............ haha, she can't help but laugh and smile]

Geez, you're way too earnest.

[puro]

[Which is what he likes to see. He honestly wants other people to be happy. He laughs. ]

Yes, I get told told that sometimes.

[transferedfate]

Good. [...] And I'm glad you convinced your family.

You should play for us sometime. I know I'd like to hear it.

[puro]

[Ringo you fool. He'll pick his guitar back up, looking for all the world like an excited puppy.]

I can play something now, if you like!

[transferedfate]

[heh, that same smile quirks at her lips, and she plops down in a comfy couch]

Sure, go for it. [she sort of leans forward, her chin resting in her hands, and propping her elbows on her knees]

[puro]

[As always, he never has to think about what song he's going to play, it just comes into his mind, fully written and ready to preform. He's never really thought why or how, it's just something that happens.

So Ringo will be getting treated to this little tune

Who's Zelda?]

[transferedfate]

[ahaha, she listens intently because she's a weirdo who gives interesting things her FULL attention. Her head bobs a bit as the song picks up momentum, and when it's done she'll give it a fair amount of clapping. Nice job, dude!]

You're pretty good!

[puro]

[He smiles, giving a little flourishing bow.]

Thank you, senorita!

[transferedfate]

I think you'll be just fine when you're able to go back to your career.

[puro]

[Assuming his town isn't burned to the ground :D ]

I'm glad you think so. I have some mariachi friends, I've all but been officially working with them anyway [read: bunking off his actual work to hang with them], they'll help me along.

[transferedfate]

[broski you got some drama going on in your life...........]

Mariachi friends? You say it like it's so normal.

[puro]

[Such drama.]

Well, it is. All town in Mexico have them, they're important.

[Also a bunch of drunken layabouts, but there you go.]

[transferedfate]

How do you guys get work? Do people hire you for parties, or do you just play for anyone who passes by?

[puro]

A little of both. We're there to play at events, at bars, things like that. Whenever people need music, there we are.

[Like musical BATMEN!!!]

[transferedfate]

So you're like a musical superhero? [yep, she makes that leap of logic] That's pretty cool.

[puro]

I guess we are. [He chuckles, he just had the mental image of Pepé in a cape and it's the sort of image that could scar small children for life. ] It is pretty cool, isn't it?

[SEE DAD? SEE?!!! ]

[transferedfate]

Very cool.

[she leans back in her little sofa chair, and tilts her head]

So... is your life really as perfect as it sounds? Getting accepting by your Dad, playing music with your friends every day?

[puro]

[NOPE. It's a festering pile of turds :D]

It took us both dying for my father to accept me. So, no. Not really.

1/3?

[transferedfate]