[1] [Harlock's used to the ground shaking, normally it mean's they've been fired upon and there's always a chance the gravity could go out. It's reflex that he's reaches out for the Arcadia's helm which is no longer in front of him. He ends up grabbing the nearest person instead.]
Damage report? [ He calls before notices he's not on the bridge anymore. No that's someone's arm he had in a vice grip, he lets go. The one eye you can see does look a little regretful. Why in the world was he standing on solid ground?]
Sorry bout that. Do you know why I'm not on my ship?
[2] [ One of the more enthusiastic hostesses at the tea house is trying to drag Harlock inside for a complementary cup.] "Oh sir you look like you need a nice cup of Sleeping Dragon." [While Harlock doesn't want to man handle her she's a lot stronger than she looks. I don't need any tea right now. [He doesn't think it's "that" sort of Tea house but he really doesn't want to find out the hard way. He's just lost her and he's not ready to deal with unwanted advances.] Maybe later. Let go of my hand. [He's practically growling at her but she really won't take no for an answer. He might welcome some backup in this matter.]
[3]
[Even if someone had told Harlock not to go wandering off outside the camp he still would have done it. It couldn't be more dangerous than bombed out Tokyo, he was actually armed this time. He ends up picking north as this direction. It's very quite on the empty battlefield he comes across. At least it appears the dead where taken care of he notes. There had been no one left to take care of the dead on Tokarga, and no time to do even if there had been.
The shrine catches his eye, and he heads over feeling it couldn't hurt to play respects to the fallen. He's about half way up the ridge when he starts to feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He's still trying to place whether it's a bad omen when he spots six gray skinned soldiers charging at him. He draws his Gravity Saber and wastes no time shooting the three sear men. That gives does give the quickest of the remaining swordsmen time to close the distance and lock swords with him. While he's occupied with his opponent the other two are attempting to circle around behind Harlock taking advantage of his rather large blind spot.]
Phantom F. Harlock- OTA
[Harlock's used to the ground shaking, normally it mean's they've been fired upon and there's always a chance the gravity could go out. It's reflex that he's reaches out for the Arcadia's helm which is no longer in front of him. He ends up grabbing the nearest person instead.]
Damage report? [ He calls before notices he's not on the bridge anymore. No that's someone's arm he had in a vice grip, he lets go. The one eye you can see does look a little regretful. Why in the world was he standing on solid ground?]
Sorry bout that. Do you know why I'm not on my ship?
[2]
[ One of the more enthusiastic hostesses at the tea house is trying to drag Harlock inside for a complementary cup.]
"Oh sir you look like you need a nice cup of Sleeping Dragon." [While Harlock doesn't want to man handle her she's a lot stronger than she looks.
I don't need any tea right now.
[He doesn't think it's "that" sort of Tea house but he really doesn't want to find out the hard way. He's just lost her and he's not ready to deal with unwanted advances.]
Maybe later. Let go of my hand.
[He's practically growling at her but she really won't take no for an answer. He might welcome some backup in this matter.]
[3]
[Even if someone had told Harlock not to go wandering off outside the camp he still would have done it. It couldn't be more dangerous than bombed out Tokyo, he was actually armed this time. He ends up picking north as this direction. It's very quite on the empty battlefield he comes across. At least it appears the dead where taken care of he notes. There had been no one left to take care of the dead on Tokarga, and no time to do even if there had been.
The shrine catches his eye, and he heads over feeling it couldn't hurt to play respects to the fallen. He's about half way up the ridge when he starts to feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He's still trying to place whether it's a bad omen when he spots six gray skinned soldiers charging at him. He draws his Gravity Saber and wastes no time shooting the three sear men. That gives does give the quickest of the remaining swordsmen time to close the distance and lock swords with him. While he's occupied with his opponent the other two are attempting to circle around behind Harlock taking advantage of his rather large blind spot.]