Sabo of Goa (ignoblesse) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-06-12 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel 1610: canon: remy lebeau, one piece: canon: sabo |
Who: Sabo, Gambit (1610)
When: June 13
Where: Knowhere Docks
Rating: PG-13 (for mild action and a small disaster)
Status: Complete
Keeping busy was the only thing to make Sabo feel at ease in between missions; he absolutely loathed feeling lazy, even in the slightest. If he had ever been injured, he took time to recover. If he needed a bit of rest and a bite to eat, there was never any objection. But the very next instant, he had to be doing something - anything - or a deep, filthy feeling would begin to creep over his skin and run down along every inch of his nerves. His limbs would ache, as if they were starting to harden from lack of use, and his head would start to throb. People often complained that, whenever he sat down, Sabo would tap one foot incessantly if he had been waiting for more than a single minute.
Maybe it was some form of subconscious resistance to childhood trauma - anger towards the slothful, decadent lifestyle of the heartless nobles he grew up around. Laying down on a psychiatrist's couch long enough to figure that out would take too long, though.
Nope, he was too busy with work. He had worked his way up as a boy, hauling equipment and supplies in the Revolutionary Army from his home world, and when Cosmo had given him a chance to choose a role, Sabo asked to do the very same here. Discarding his coat and hat, Sabo rolled up his sleeves and couldn't help but dive right from his first day, carrying enormous boxes, crates, and other containers. People were astounded by his inhuman strength and stamina - most of these heavy loads needed the small hover carriers to cart around, but here he was, resting them on his back and shoulders as he walked from one end of the docks to the other. Sabo was literally happy to do it, though - every time his hands clasped around another box or barrel, he would smile, square his legs, and haul it away.
There seemed to be a sense of warmth about him at all times, and people gravitated to it. It wasn't long at all before the other workers, creatures and aliens from all manner of different worlds, had agreed in that typically gruff sort of way that 'this guy's alright'.
Today's activities were no different. The docks were still in a semi-state of 'clean-up mode', but there was far too much work to be done to slow down Knowhere's business, and Sabo was actively attempting to pick up the pace - for as long as he would be staying in this strange new world, he was going to keep active and continue to strengthen himself for the fights ahead.