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[acairnia_npc]

{Some distance from the main resort compound, an old man sits on a battered white bucket, casually smoking a cigar and casting his nets into the pounding surf. A battered worn hat keeps the sun from his eyes and he is otherwise clothed in ragged khaki pants, a white tank-top and strolls about barefooted

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[freedomonwings]

[Mmm sleep, it had been such a wonderful thing for both her physical and mental state, even if she was kind of black and blue on her left side from having a wall fall on top of her, at least she felt a little better.

Cissnei hadn't been ready to talk to anyone, though, so the girl had donned more comfortable clothes, similar to the ones she had worn to the luau and strolled to the beach to get away from people and gather her thoughts, weapons in tow, as usual.

Only lookie there, it was the fisherman again! This is the Turk observing him for a few moments a good twenty yards away, both to see what he's up to and to make sure she doesn't sneak up on him before making her way over.]

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[acairnia_npc]

{Jocabo doesn't stop his work - after all, one has to eat. He just smokes his cigar and hums a broken melody to himself, tapping the wet sand with one leathered heel.

He cocks his head around and squintingly grins at the redheaded girl, giving her a familiar nod before going back to his fishing, testing the line bobbing in the quiet swells.}

[deepfried_crack]

[Once Ruby has finally had some sleep and some food, she decides it might be a good idea to get out and enjoy this weather while they've got it. She hasn't been down to the beach yet so she dons her bikini, a pair of cut off jeans, a big floppy hat and some sunglasses. Her knife is tucked into the waistband of her jeans. She's just sort of wandering aimlessly, listening to an ipod that came with all her favorite songs cued up. She catches sight of the old man, and is absolutely certain she doesn't know him. That's not unusual but what he's doing is. It reminds her very acutely of Matthew 13:47-50 47. Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a net, that was cast into the sea, and gathered of every kind: 48. Which, when it was full, they drew to shore, and sat down, and gathered the good into vessels, but cast the bad away. 49. So shall it be at the end of the world: the angels shall come forth, and sever the wicked from among the just, 50. And shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be wailing and gnashing of teeth.There

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[acairnia_npc]

{The old man chuckles a bit, a raspy smokery sort of laugh, amused by his visitor.}

Man's gotta eat, lil' missy.

{Chomping on his cigar, he situates it between his teeth and hauls on his fishing line, testing the drag on the nets situated out in the deeper water.}

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[deepfried_crack]

[Ruby sits down on the sand, knees pulled up to her chest and elbows on her knees. It's oddly relaxing, watching him fish.]

Mmmm. Feeding the residents here?

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[acairnia_npc]

{The look he returns is humorous. Jocabo removes his hat and squints a moment, then replaces it and goes back to his nets.}

Dun be takin' dis deh wrong way, lil' missy, but dis ol' man ain't gotta care f' ye and dem oth'rs. Ol' Jocabo be here long after yer been et.

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[acairnia_npc]

{The old man squints over at her, cocking one shaggy eyebrow before grinning crookedly.}

It be f'ne, me lassie. It be f'ne.

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[hisbutlerbound]

[Intrigued, seeming to suddenly appear next to the old human]

Do you require assistance?

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[acairnia_npc]

{Jocabo continues to chew his cigar, not perturbed in the slightest. After all, folks come and go so quickly here.}

Nawp. D'ye?

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[hisbutlerbound]

No, nothing that can't be handled. Though one of these would make a proper meal for my master.

You tend to these all on your own?

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[acairnia_npc]

Ye can't be findin' food at th' place thar? {Jocabo jerks a finger over his shoulder towards the resort proper.}

Psh. {He rolls his eyes and chuckles, muttering to himself.} What kinda folk ya be bringin', missygirl? Cor'

[etokuramnasmekh]

[Continued from here.]

[River is standing about 15 feet away now, watching the man fish - he's not like the shop workers and Main Office attendant that made her head swim. There's something up there, she just can't make it make sense to her.]

Are you Kahukura?

[acairnia_npc]

{River won't be able to read any of the island's NPC's, just so you're aware. She'll probably get static or white noise, but nothing tangible.}

{Jocabo doesn't bother looking up, just chomps on his cigar and digs in the sand with wrinkled bare toes. Only after a long minute of silence does he bother to answer, squinting out over the waves.}

Nawp.

[etokuramnasmekh]

[She's content to watch him fish for awhile, making herself comfortable in the sand and drawing in it - seemingly random circles, lines and arrows. She listens to the water as she considers these new challenges.]

Waves, gulls, gills. The salt tells the tide when it's time to go. The semidiurnal tidal range is inconsistent without lunar guidance. So it's the salt's job.

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[acairnia_npc]

{The old man squints at the girl, tilting his battered had to keep the sun from his eyes.}

Aye, that it do, girliemiss. Ya kin even h'r it talkin' sum'o deh time.