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 Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 5:38 pm
It was a realization that kind of slapped her hard in the face one day. She was the Senshi of Ships, yes---but even though she was, she didn't necessarily know how to pilot one. Granted, it wasn't like she could just go take yacht or cruise ship lessons, but considering she was the senshi of Ships and her space rock was full of ships, especially of the sailing variety, she really should learn--- That's when she remembered Oberon---Peter's---brother. That's why she had rode the bus out as far as she could to the docks today. When she had talked to Oberon for details, she, of course, had sussed out everything she could know---like today would have high odds of catching Michael at the dock on his boat! Yes. Olga left no stone un-turned. It was with awe as she strolled down the pier, looking this way and that at the variety of water vessels. She scanned vigilantly for one boat in particular, and her expression lit up like a Christmas tree once she found it. Olga jogged the rest of the way until she reached the edge of the dock, next to the boat. Ahhh! It was SO COOL! AHHH! SO. COOL! She couldn't believe Peter's brother owned this. AHHHHHHH! "Um---" Olga cleared her throat, and then called out, "AHOY?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 5:21 am
While it was not even spring yet, winter had offered a strange roller coaster of temperatures, making this weekend one of the warmer weekends that year so far. On one hand, it was annoying because Michael was sure the summer was going to be brutal, but on the other hand, he was able to get to the ocean and get his sailboat prepped for the months ahead.
A St. Michael's medal, his watch, navy and white stripped swim trunks, and sunglasses were all he bothered wearing for the unusually warm winter day. He was busy gathering up some extra rope he had when he heard a voice call up from the dock. He paused in wrapping the rope around the elbow of his right arm up to his hand to peer over the railing.
"Ahoy," he said back, although less enthusiastic than this woman who looked like she just won the lottery. "How can I help you?" he asked, going back to wrapping up the rope as he watched the woman warily.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 3:57 pm
Olga did look like she had just won the lottery. The Michael Gallo lottery. Her expression lit up like a dried up Christmas tree being torched in the backyard with gasoline after the holidays, and she beamed up at him, and waved. "Hi! Michael?" She asked, but it really wasn't to confirm who he was---it was obvious. Peter pretty much looked like a younger version of him---and well---Her cheeks were a bit red too. Hot guys everywhere. Hot guy on a boat. Peter was going to be a lady killer once he was even older, and Olga had to wonder if the entire Gallo family were just a bunch of lady killers. Oh wait. She should stop wondering, and actually answer his question. "Hi!" She said again. "My name is Olga, and I'm a friend of Peter's! Long story short, I've been wanting to learn how to sail, and he had mentioned you had a boat, so I was wondering if you could teach me?" Totally not beating around any bushes. "It's um---kinda really important that I learn!" She clasped her hands together under her chin as she peered up at him. "Please?" Guine NO PROBLEM! <3 I'll wait for you forever *n*
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 4:46 pm
The steady speed in which Michael continued to wrap the rope around his arm gradually slowed to a stop the more this woman spoke. A friend of Peter’s? Wanting to learn how to sail? Because it was important??
Michael stared down at her through the dark lenses of his glasses, brows furrowing, and completely baffled by this strange woman. It took him a few moments to realize he’d stopped what he’d been doing to just stare, trying to determine if she was for real or not. How the hell did Peter know someone who was obviously much older than he was? It would be more understandable had she said she’d known Chris, because, let’s face it, Peter didn’t seem to have many friends to begin with.
“Olga, huh?” he let out a breath and shook his head. “Welcome aboard, I guess,” he said as he twisted the rope around itself to secure it and tossed the neat pile on the deck to collect later. He moved away from the railing to push out the ramp up. While he didn’t need the ramp to get aboard, he didn’t want some novice to fall and damage his ship. “How much do you know about sailboats, anyway?” he wondered, keeping his expectations low.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2016 5:05 pm
This pretty much summed up Olga when Michael welcomed her aboard. She excitedly waved her hands about her torso, and just grinned wildly. "Ah, thank you so much!" She climbed the ramp in quick strides thanks to her enthusiasm and long legs, and once she was on the deck of the boat, she beamed once more at Michael. Her expression was fox eyed for the moment, before she replied, "Well---" That's when she opened her eyes, was obviously much closer to him now, and oogled for a moment. AH! Washboard abs. AHH! HE WAS SHIRTLESS! Her pale cheeks went red, and she suddenly looked elsewhere, and also couldn't help but feel shame. She felt like she was cheating on her Sergei crush. So much shame---well, okay, even though she was looking, Sergei as her crush was the crushiest of the crush and still the number one crush in her heart always. Right. Yes. She justified this to herself, realized that once again, she had paused in answering Michael's question, and snapped her attention back to him--- The top of his hair. Yes. That way his pecs would stop staring at her. "Um---pretty much everything I could read about on google, yeah!?" She laughed a bit anxiously. "I don't have any actual experience though---and reading and actually doing are two different things, right?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:22 pm
Michael watched as the woman came aboard, wondering if he should be amused or just concerned. She was young, he observed. Maybe early twenties if he was lucky. Whatever Peter was doing with a college aged woman, he had no idea. Nor did he really want to know, despite being his brother’s current guardian.
“Google is a good place to start,” he nodded in approval. “Not exactly the same as hands on experience, which I guess is why you’re here.”
He was not blind to the fact that she was looking at him. Staring at him. He was used to it of course, but he didn’t mind. Unfortunately, until he saw a government issued photo ID, he would resist potentially inappropriate comments.
Why did he attract teenagers??
“So you know port, starboard, bow, stern… stuff like that?” he asked, watching as she awkwardly stood there like a child on Christmas morning. “Well, you’re in luck. I was just about to take her out,” he told her, feeling strangely generous. “Untie the line over there. We’ll have to let out the sails,” he pointed, and then paused, skeptical of her still.
“How exactly do you know Peter?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:56 pm
"You got it!" Olga confirmed with a nod, and even a salute, but was still looking elsewhere. She then nodded her head vigorously. "Ah, yeah! Yeah, I learned all the terms, too!" When Michael told her he was about to take the boat out though, Olga gasped, loudly, and whipped around to face him. She clasped her hands together. "Really!?" Her black eyes lit up (how? Witchcraft), and she immediately took off towards the aforementioned rope. She undid it with a sure and swift hand---after all, being a ranch hand the majority of her life was paying off in this regard. She untied the rope, and turned to face him as he asked his question. "Oh!" She gave him a grin. " Magical business."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 6:42 am
Michael did his best to hide the grimace that crossed his face when magical business was mentioned as the reason for Olga knowing Peter. What exactly was that kid getting himself into? With everything that has been happening recently, they should all be careful. And now this girl seemed to know that he was involved as well.
He hopped off the deck and into the dock so he could release the lines from where they were tied to the cleats, and tossed them up over the railing of the ship. Once he was back on deck, he retracted the ramp and made his way over to the mast, passed the girl.
"You going to tell me who you really are?" he asked after pulling free the main sail, the fabric billowing in the sea breeze and casting a shadow in both he and the young woman who seemed to know more than she probably should about him and Peter. While she wouldn't have been able to see his eyes turn icy through his sunglasses, he was sure she could hear it in his voice. If she did anything to betray the trust that Peter apparently had in her, well... He would deal with her then.
"He never mentioned you, Olga," he continued as he took the sail to secure it in place. Once they cleared the other ships he would release the other sail, but unless she wanted to jump into the still freezing water, she was going to be stuck on his ship until she answered.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2016 6:03 pm
Olga was eager to help, but wasn't exactly sure where to begin or what to do. She especially didn't want to mess up anything on Michael's boat, so she just ended up watching him move to and fro, looking ready to jump to action should it be asked. There was definitely a chill she noticed that had nothing to do with 'being on the water', and she blinked, confused at his question. "Uh...?" Her brows knitted. "...You make it sound like I'm a spy or something! I've told you who I really am---I'm not lying about that." She grinned a bit sheepishly. "I'm Olga---" And they were far enough away from everyone else, "but I'm also Sedna! Senshi of---" She gestured her arms out. "Ships---funny enough!" At his statement, the young woman just shrugged, her expression apologetic. "Sorry?" She offered uncertainly, because there really wasn't anything she could do or say about that, so...."Peter told me about you---um---all the basic stuff---but that's not why I'm here, the magical stuff is just a bonus---I really do want to learn how to sail!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 10:55 am
Michael watched her suspiciously for a few long moments, before drawing in a long suffered breath, and letting it out just as slowly. So she was magical like them, and somehow his little brother got involved with her one way or another. And now she wanted to learn how to sail.
He eyed her warily for just another moment, before turning away with a jerk of his head towards the wheel.
"Alright, well..." he mumbled now that she'd willingly given him her identity and feeling only slightly guilty that he seemed to have worried over nothing. Maybe.
"If you want to try her out, go for it," he offered, moving out of the way for her to take hold of the wheel.
Talking about his ship was easy for him, and she seemed willing to learn. He pointed out the differences in the markets that floated along the coast, indicating where it was safe to travel, and to stay away from sandbars.
"How long do you have?" he asked as he leaned against the railing, letting her take control of the ship once she had the basics down. He didn't want to go out too far, and then take forever to get back.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 7:02 pm
Olga just smiled widely at him, waiting. Not at all put off by being treated coldly and / or suspiciously, as she was rather used to that treatment from one Grumpy Russian. Upon passing some sort of inspection (possibly?), she gasped, and then clapped her hands excitedly. She immediately stopped after though, and looked surprised. "Oh, woah---so, just go for it, huh? Sink or swim---" She grinned, but then realized that saying sink while on a boat was probably not a good idea, and then grinned sheepishly. Olga then reverently reached out to place her hands on the wheel, awed that she was now steering this vessel. "I mean the teaching style---not the actual boat, obviously." She flashed him a thumbs up, and then paid close attention as he talked her through various subjects and pointed things out. "Oh---all day!" She replied, tilting the wheel a bit to the side to start steering them out into the water. "So I'm down for whatever!" She smiled, focusing on the wide expanse of sea out before her, when her smile faltered as she was struck by a strong sense of deja vu. Like she had done this before, but knew she hadn't. Well...not in this life time, right? Looking to shake off this weird feeling, Olga turned to conversation. "Say, uh, Michael, what do you do, huh?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2016 7:54 pm
”It’s not like you’re going to run into anything. It’s not that hard to steer,” he pointed out, although he pushed himself away from the railing so he could tend to one of the sails when the wind picked up a bit. “Turn starboard… towards me a bit,” he requested, pulling on one of the lines to retighten the sail.
“You’d better not sink her,” he half warned, giving her a pointed look at her comment. Not that he expected her to do something like that. They were away from anything that could cause that much damage at this point. Unless she somehow managed to capsize the whole ship.
Once he was done with the sail, he moved around to the other side to he could make sure everything was still secure on the main sail.
“See that red buoy out there? Head towards the left of that,” he pointed as he settled back down against the railing, eyeing her strangely when she asked about him and what he did.
“My current occupation is teaching mechanics and engineering at Azure Valley. Someone has to teach those kids how to do an oil change,” he half joked and crossed his arms over his chest as he turned to watch the horizon. “What about you? Are you in college?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 7:29 pm
"Is that a challenge?" Olga asked innocently, but then grinned. No, she wouldn't even dream of doing anything to this boat. She did as he instructed, watching him as he moved and then focused back on the water. "Hmm?" Olga turned her gaze, finding the red buoy, and nodded. "Roger!" She turned the wheel, steering towards the left of it, but then couldn't help but make a choking sound as he talked about his job. Oh man. OH MAN. He was a hot professor. She seriously wondered how many of his students has crushes on him. It was a thing. Her cheeks went a bit red, and Olga laughed at the half joke. She gave an impressed whistle regardless. "That's legit---me? I'm going to DCU! I'm majoring in Writing---I'm fledgling romance novelist!" She grinned a bit, and reached up to push some strands of hair that got whipped in her face. "Have you been a teacher long, or were you doing anything before that?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 3:49 pm
An eyebrow rose at her awkward laughing, and he wondered just what was going through her head. It wasn’t as though he missed the way she looked at him from time to time, but as much as he would have liked his ego stroked, he was used to it. He wasn’t sure when his self image switched from being for the benefit of others, to just for himself.
“Writing? Good luck with that,” he scoffed lightly, realizing that she might be offended by his reaction, but also not really caring. Maybe she would figure out that unless she was really, really good, or really lucky, or had the right connections, writing was going to be a very difficult career. Then again, he supposed anyone would buy trashy romance novels, so she might be okay.
“Before?” he stared at her, almost as if he’d forgotten that he’d done anything before being a teacher. There were a lot of things he tried to forget about in his life before becoming a knight.
“I was in the Navy,” he said vaguely. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or ashamed, but he didn’t think he deserved the hero worship he got when people found out that he served. “And before you thank me for my service or whatever, don’t.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 9:08 pm
"Thanks!" Olga chirped back in earnest, and not at all put off by the scoff. It wasn't anything new, and it was quite possible pessimism didn't pop up on her radar at all. She turned the wheel a bit, and watching the way the sails moved. For the most part, she stayed in a straight line---after all, it wasn't like she was heading anywhere specific, and there weren't any things to maneuver around. When Michael elaborated, Olga gasped, loudly, whipping her head around to stare at him, wide eyed and delighted. That expression momentarily froze, as well as her mouth hung open a bit, as she was caught by surprise from his follow up statement. Once the initial surprise wore off, she laughed, loudly, her shoulders shaking as she clutched the wheel. "Well---that was really abrupt---not to mention presumptuous! I wasn't going to thank you, actually, guy---I was going to say, wow, you're in the Navy, too! I have a friend who served in the Navy as well! In this short amount of time, I already have the feeling you'd both get along very well!" Olga gave a pleased fox eyed smile at no one or nothing in particular--- As she plotted a play date for Sergei. Yeah. With Michael. "I think you two should meet! Two peas in a pod, you guys---" She gave a firm nod. "He's magical, too." Another nod.
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