So, I was intrigued by the 30 sentences challenge and managed to claim Brook! I have a couple more written, though I don't know how regularly I'll manage to update.
Title: Walk like an Egyptian. Please review.
Theme: #10 Hook, Set 3
Claim: Brook
Words: 540
Rating: K+
Warnings: None
''Brook-San, may I ask you something?'' Robin put her book on her knees when she had a thought. She looked over at the musician who was sitting in the library with her, writing on his music paper, adding comments and musical instructions into a newly composed violin quartet.
He knew he wouldn't be able to play it together with anyone anytime soon but sometimes there were just so many tunes going around in his head that he would have to write them down. Anyway he was hoping that one day he could play all the music to Laboon and maybe find a couple of musicians to help him out.
''Yes, Miss Robin, how can I help you?''
''Have you ever heard of the ancient Egyptians?''
''No, I'm sorry, I've never heard of them.''
''Well, they were an incredibly advanced people, who had a very ample culture. I learnt a lot about them when I was with Baroque Works. Sir Crocodile, the leader of the company, was obsessed with their artifacts and rituals.'' She looked out of one of the portholes that lined the one wall that wasn't filled to the roof with bookshelves. Brook knew that look, it was one that he would feel creeping onto his face (though really he didn't have a face. Skull-joke 'Yohohoho') whenever he thought of the time he spent on that ghost ship without his crew, or shadow for that matter. It was a look that told volumes of how bad a times the two of them had lived through but luckily now came out wiser and happier, now that they were with this crew.
He waited for her to find her own way back out of her memories and when she did she carried on speaking, encouraged by Brooks expectant posture.
''These people believed that their kings would go on to an afterlife after their death and for that purpose they turned them into mummies, to preserve their bodies.''
''Oh, I guess I know what you would like to ask me. Would you like to know what that place was like, the one I went to before the devils-fruit began to effect me?''
Robin looked a little surprised at her skeletal crew mate ''No, actually I just wanted to tell you about the method they used to extract the brain. They would remove all the organs so they would not decompose and then put them in jars with the sarcophagus so the kings could then resume them in the next life. You know, they would shove tools up the dead kings' nostrils and then cut up the brain and pull out the pieces through the nose by a small hook.''
She looked at Brook with a perfectly earnest face.
''That's...ah...very interesting, Miss Robin.'' Brook said finally, for a lack of anything better to say.
Seemingly satisfied with her story, Robin picked up her book and resumed her reading.
Brook knew that he was an strange kind of guy, who didn't always say the right thing, but sometimes he wondered about how weird Robin could be. He wanted to say something to make the situation a little less awkward and then he thought of just the thing ''Ah yes, Miss Robin, may I see your panties?''