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deathsdoctor) wrote2014-08-18 07:53 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2014-08-18 07:53 pm
023 [Written/Action]
[The earth is soft beneath his fingertips, the flowers of the oleander bush planted next to white heather in the Memory Garden bright pink and fragrant. There’s a crumpled letter in his pocket.
Perona went home this morning. His nakama, found here, now lost, went home. Like so many others from his world. He can easily remember all their names, and they keep springing to the front of his mind until he can think of nothing else.
Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Vivi, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Brook, Bellemere, Nojiko, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Marco, Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Marshall D. Teach, Bon Kurei, Boa Hancock, Kaku, Keimi, Shirahoshi, Smoker, Coby…
Bepo…
He is the last. The last pirate. The last one of the Grand Line. The last one of the sea and storm.
The only one who remembered all their stories. He is now their memory… the last remaining link to everything experienced.
The thought keeps him in the garden until dark. More names going through his mind. Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Mikoto… his brother and mother in law. His family. Gone. Maes Hughes… his brother from the first Luceti Valley. Elicia and Gracia. Lupin. Daisy. Adele…
.. so many names…
Finally his fingers see fit to close around a pen and he slowly writes in the journal.]
Perona has gone home. She left letters and gifts for others. I’ll bring them around soon.
[Writing it makes it all the more final. Itachi will be worried by now and Law should return to him. Or he’s already out looking. The stars in the sky tell him it’s very late indeed.
On the way back, he forces himself to keep running through another set of names. Everyone he has left. He is the last, but he has to remember he is not alone.]
[The morning passes in a blur. He’s not sure of what he does except for bits and pieces. Passing out things, probably. Giving condolences. Tea. He definitely had tea. He visits Mister Leon for Specialist Davis’s Shift detecting glasses and mentions to him that he’s going down to the third level of the tunnels to explore.
Then he hits the Smithy to ask if anyone would like to go with him. After all, the third level looks to be a former mining complex.
It’s a temporary escape and only that. And then he has to start dealing. Start marching forward and face it all head on. Somehow.
Law doesn’t expect to find anything big down there, but who knows. It’s doubtful that Luceti is out of surprises.]
Perona went home this morning. His nakama, found here, now lost, went home. Like so many others from his world. He can easily remember all their names, and they keep springing to the front of his mind until he can think of nothing else.
Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Vivi, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky, Brook, Bellemere, Nojiko, Portgas D. Ace, Sabo, Marco, Shanks, Dracule Mihawk, Perona, Zeff, Marshall D. Teach, Bon Kurei, Boa Hancock, Kaku, Keimi, Shirahoshi, Smoker, Coby…
Bepo…
He is the last. The last pirate. The last one of the Grand Line. The last one of the sea and storm.
The only one who remembered all their stories. He is now their memory… the last remaining link to everything experienced.
The thought keeps him in the garden until dark. More names going through his mind. Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Mikoto… his brother and mother in law. His family. Gone. Maes Hughes… his brother from the first Luceti Valley. Elicia and Gracia. Lupin. Daisy. Adele…
.. so many names…
Finally his fingers see fit to close around a pen and he slowly writes in the journal.]
Perona has gone home. She left letters and gifts for others. I’ll bring them around soon.
[Writing it makes it all the more final. Itachi will be worried by now and Law should return to him. Or he’s already out looking. The stars in the sky tell him it’s very late indeed.
On the way back, he forces himself to keep running through another set of names. Everyone he has left. He is the last, but he has to remember he is not alone.]
[The morning passes in a blur. He’s not sure of what he does except for bits and pieces. Passing out things, probably. Giving condolences. Tea. He definitely had tea. He visits Mister Leon for Specialist Davis’s Shift detecting glasses and mentions to him that he’s going down to the third level of the tunnels to explore.
Then he hits the Smithy to ask if anyone would like to go with him. After all, the third level looks to be a former mining complex.
It’s a temporary escape and only that. And then he has to start dealing. Start marching forward and face it all head on. Somehow.
Law doesn’t expect to find anything big down there, but who knows. It’s doubtful that Luceti is out of surprises.]
[action]
[Pause. Collecting his thoughts.]
It's an abandoned mining complex, like on that one draft. I'm going to see if the Smithy workers want to come with me to see if there's any materials that we can use down there. I saw some brief evidence that there are ores and more to be found.
[That's not his ultimate reason though.]
... and...
I want to see if there's been anything hidden from us so far. With these.
[He brings out the Shift Glasses. Raine will know what they are.]
[action]
[She nods in understanding at the glasses.]
We've been so focused on those doors that I hadn't even thought of perusing the mine... although given how difficult they've been proving to open, it makes sense for us to take other opportunities into our hands.
[She glances out, towards the direction of the ocean, even with it not visible from here.] ... it's not if we're unaware of other possibilities being hidden deep within the earth.
[action]
... yes...
Do you want to come with us?
[action]
I was debating checking on the program, so it would be nice to have another reason to be down there in the face of any possible lack of progress where that's concerned. In any case, we should grab a light meal to bring with us before going.
[action]
I hear the convenience store has some nice bentos that could be brought.
[action]
[action]
[Just not right now, though what he will eat will still seem obscene.]
[action]