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Character(s): Cross, Bizet, and whoever.
Content: Cross finally comes up from below ship and gets a little surprised.
Setting: On the Cheap Prayer, on a dock in Panama.
Time: Mid-day, Wednesday3.
Warnings: None.

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The natural redhead had been roaming around the place for a while now, bored out of his wits and irritated a little with assorted things. He missed Linali, Allen kept running off to do his first mate duties as stand-in captain, and he wanted to meet this Exorcist general guy that was so elusive. Rabi got over it on the second day of wandering the ship.

Around this time, Rabi was cleaning his mallet idly as he walked along. Breathing warm air against it, he took the cloth and rubbed a circle to make it shine. He grinned at himself in the slight relfection, before looking up with an olive eye at hearing the nervous boy and the captain. It was interesting, he could smell the alcohol from where he was. And hear the conversation, too.

"What have you been doing this whole time? ... getting drunk?" he asked curiously, with a slight smirk. There was something familiar about this person, though... The voice stuck out most in his mind.

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Bizet took this opportunity to scamper off, while Cross was distracted by the younger man's voice. He glanced downward near the side of the ship where the individual stood, apparently polishing his mallet.

Immediately, the captain quirked a brow at the sight of him. That red hair was oddly familiar. Then again, it wasn't exactly rare to be a red-head these days, as strange as that shade was. Perhaps it was just the alcohol talking that brought him back so quickly. He decided the boy was of no importance to him.

However, he would spare him a reply- that remark was a bit too snarky for his tastes. "What if I was?" he called down to him, canting his head as he eyed him over.

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Pushing his headband up a little, Rabi peered up at Cross from his spot amusedly. Twirling the mallet, in its dormat form, between his fingers, he stuck it back into its spot in its 'holster,' tilting his head. "To each their own, I suppose. It was probably more interesting, anyways." This was when he adjusted his scarf, before looking back up at the man.

"... you know," he began, adjusting his gloves now before dusting off his jacket thoughtfully. "You remind me of someone," he lifted one of his hands, rubbing at his chin and placing the other hand at the opposite elbow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but damnit did he seem familiar.

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Cross was just waiting to get one of those speeches on the dangers of alcohol quite honestly. But he found a pleasant surprise in the fact that there was going to be nothing of that sort- and it caused the red-haired man to grin just slightly. Well, at least this kid knew what he was talking about.

The second statement caused him to blink slightly. He reminded him of someone? There weren't many people that Cross resembled, quite honestly, and the only thing that he could think of was that the kid was trying to make a comparison between the two of them. Huh.

"Captain Cross Marian," he commented idly, leaning on the railing of the ship slightly as he awaited some kind of reply to that. He was famous enough, damnit, he should recognize him.

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"... so you're the ever elusive captain and Exorcist general. Allen told me about you," Rabi looked greatly amused at this point, grinning a little and crossing his arms over his chest. "He was looking for you for a couple of days, it was kind of funny." If Cross was expecting a speech on the negative effects of alcohol, he was quite mistaken. He certainly wasn’t one to lecture, anyways. Why would he even bother anyhow? He didn’t know this man; there wasn’t too big a point.

But there was still that feeling that he looked familiar. It wasn't a comparison to him, although he certainly didn't miss the irony of the covered eyes and red hair. "Gramps talked about you, said something about how you always managed to sneak off somehow from whatever you were doing, but it still managed to get done." Bookman seemed to of been quite right about this… it was interesting and amusing at the same time.

"... you still look really familiar." He frowned somewhat from his previous amusement, tilting his head to the side to look up at him from his spot

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So Allen spoken of him. How cute. He would have to talk to him later to discuss the details of that- and possibly mallet him for giving out the wrong sort of information. We'll see.

That said, he was slightly interested in why this boy kept saying he was familiar. He was Cross Marian. That was it. No one else. But... well, there was one other person he might resemble, but Cross didn't like to speak of him. He died a long time ago, after all. He met the boy with a dull stare, as if waiting for things to click into place.

...And they weren't. He sighed, and inhaled from the cigarette on his lips. "Look, tell me your name," he asked of him, lifting a hand to tug the stick out of his lips and exhale the puff of smoke. "We'll see if that gets you anywhere."

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Allen would never speak badly of Cross. Unless given the reason; like having to talk about his debts and how he paid them off. The boy was smarter than that... or so he hoped. Allen had mentioned something to Rabi briefly about debts, but then froze up shortly afterwards as though remembering something painful.

Lifting his arms up and putting his hands behind his head, he quirked a brow underneath his headband before giving a shrug. "My name's Rabi," he said calmly, still fussing over how this man reminded him of his father. Of course he would, but he hadn't made the connection in his head with his name change. Neither now nor when Bookman had told him it.

And unless asked, he wasn't going to give his full name.

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Well, that was an interesting development. Cross' expression didn't change, but he blinked slightly in thought and looked away from the boy. Rabi. That was very interesting indeed- "That's the name of my nephew," he said idly, as if simply saying it for the sake of making conversation.

He shared him a glance. "St. Maria?" he inquired almost hopefully, though his expression did not change.

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"..." The young man had to stare up at Cross at this point, olive eye widening somewhat before he pulled out the mallet once again. This was far faster than any other way to get to level with the other redhead. With quick saying of 'shin,' up he went before hopping up onto the deck and returning the mallet to normal size and to its original place on his outer thigh.

"... Uncle Cristiano?" he tilted his head a little towards him, still looking extremely surprised. This wasn't something he'd expected. Not in a million years. Did Bookman honestly put him on the same ship as his uncle, no, belonging to his uncle while knowing it? If he did, the next time he saw the old man he was going to hit him hard over the head for it.

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...well, that was an interesting talent. All Cross could do for the moment was stare at Rabi, wondering what the hell the boy would need a magical size-changing mallet for. Hm.

And then another surprise came- he was addressed. As Uncle Cristiano. Ergh, he hated that name- there was a visible cringe and immediate urge to punch the mouth that uttered the words- but he reminded himself, this is your nephew, apparently, not a Noah,, and sighed shakily, lifting a hand to rub his head slowly.

"Call me... Cross. Not... that. Cross. Captain Cross." Slowly, he glanced up... and forced a half-grin. "Hello, Rabi. It's been a while, hasn't it."