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[deathsdoctor]

[In light of recent developements... namely Mister Strawhat declaring war more or less on Yuber and Nu, the normal routine has been shaken up slightly.

He's up on the roof of CH2 for his morning warmup longer than usual... just concentrating on movement and manipulation of filial magic. The tenseness just doesn't leave... nor does the feeling of restlessness. Anyone coming to the roof will likely catch him there until a nagging sense of time compels him downstairs to make breakfast.

Breakfast and a meeting of sorts. Though it's entirely unsuprising to him this has happened (and would be to Bepo, as he informed him of what occured on the draft), still this is something that has to be discussed. He begins frying up steak and eggs, and puts the coffee on.

Today, like so many days, he's going to be living on it.

Then he sharpens his sword, and heads out to town to gauge the mood and learn what can be learned. Just hanging around, watching. For those of you who know he was in charge of the Medical center during the draft (and therefore probably knows something about what went on), feel free to bug him for details about the circumstances that lead to Nu being pummeled into the fountain. He will likely not give many, but, who knows?

Depending on who you are, you may end up with a better grasp on the events that led up to this.]

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[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ Your ever-vigilant guard bear starts the day out... more or less dead to the world in his awesome living-room nest bed thing. What can he say, it's in his nature.

But hark- does his nose twitch because it detects breakfast in the works? :|a ]

[deathsdoctor]

[If steak and eggs and fruit and berries and yogurt count as breakfast? Because that is definately the scent of frying eggs and steak (and coffee) wafting over to the Apartment of Heart from their floor's kitchen.

He's already got the other things on the table.

So, Bepo...

Is that enough to rouse sleeping bears, or is your Captain going to have to tease you awake this morning by waving a plate of nicely done rare steaks under your nose?]

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

[ Today that will actually be enough to get the bear up- hm, perhaps not- no, wait, there it is. Bepo shuffles his way on into the kitchen with a yawn and an earscratch.

First mate, reporting for breakfast.

And, you know, probably duty, too. ]

[deathsdoctor]

Sleep well?

[That would be a plate of steak and eggs being slid over in your direction. Massive steaks.

Law's just going to pour himself a cup of coffee and sip it as he frys up his own breakfast.

He'll give you a chance to wake up before things start being... discussed.]

[sorryhesabear.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ Beginning the ancient art of nomming and giving you a tiny bit of a staredown. ] Did you?

[markofthebrave]

[Katara's got a bag of goodies from the bakery and is heading back home after school. The end of the school week means it's time for a little celebration (she is about as many little celebrations as she can make, here), and the bakery means that she won't have to make it - so life, for the moment, is good.

And she smiles when she sees him.]

Hello, Trafalgar!

[deathsdoctor]

Katara!

[He's going to casually wave and smile. (There may be some quick assessing of the area for threats, but after yesterday, can you blame him?)

And then peek curiously at the bag in your arms.]

Been shopping?

[markofthebrave]

[She doesn't miss that assessment - but at this point, Katara has decided she's as safe as she's going to be right here, and it doesn't deter her from coming right over to him.]

Just picking up some dessert for tonight. We've got a pretty full house again.

[deathsdoctor]

[And since there are no detectable threats, he's going to relax a little more...]

Full house? Who arrived?

[markofthebrave]

Toph - I don't know if you ever met her - and Zuko. [Who had been taken shortly after that dinner he so rudely never attended.]

They don't remember anything about being here before, though.

[Barely a flicker at that. She's getting used to saying it. Kind of like walking with a broken toe.]

[endgames]

[There is a Shikamaru out around the village today, heading for the item's shop. Probably with a few packages of raw meat in his arms. Long story. 8|

He notices Law on his way, however.] Yo. Long time no see.

[deathsdoctor]

[Curious peer at those packages. Long story? He wouldn't mind hearing it. But, he's been hoping to run into you.]

Yes, it has, Mister Shikamaru.

I was wondering if you had time for a shogi game in the near future. It's been a while since our last.

[Translation: Yes, he'd like that game. Probably conversation too.

You know by now the events of yesterday, and that he was the one in charge of the medical center during the draft. He imagines you're curious.]

[endgames]

Always have time for a game. [Considering you're the only tangible, willing opponent who isn't a nuke-nin. 8|a

He uses his foot to pull a small wagon that was on display in front of the item's shop closer to him, dropping the meat inside of it.] Just name when and where.

[And yes, he has been very curious. He had other things to worry about during the draft at the time, but he didn't miss everything that happened out there - just some key details.

But between what he does know happened on the draft and what he heard yesterday? There's an obvious connection between the two.]

[deathsdoctor]

Later on today, in... [Hmm... he'll need to get his board and where to play? ... it's raining today. Troublesome.] ... the library. [That will do nicely. Warm, dry, with tables and comfy chairs, and the likelihood someone would noisily disturb them there is very low.]

Does that sound good to you?

[endgames]

[Today, even. Nearer future than he was expecting.]

Sure. I can meet you there in an hour or two. My board or yours?

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

[Well hiya there Law. Since you're going into town, you might just notice a certain Strawhat is standing up on top of one of the houses or establishments there. He isn't doing much. Just kind of staring out into space.]

[deathsdoctor]

Mister Strawhat.

[And with that he's going to leap to that rooftop.

... he's becoming very familar with Luceti's rooftops recently, he's finding.]

How's the hunt going?

[gomugomunopwn.livejournal.com]

Nnn. It's been alright.

I haven't bothered looking though. He won't fight.

[deathsdoctor]

Hmm...

Oh, he'll retaliate eventually, I think. He might be just taking his time about it. Wait till Nu is recovered so she can defend herself if left by herself, or that she and he can attack together. Or just chose different targets.



What makes you think he won't?

[howtobeaboss.livejournal.com]

He won't. He couldn't beat me in a fight the last time I was here. He definitely couldn't beat me now.

If anything, he's gonna try to attack the people I care about. But they'll be okay.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Despite this being completely out of order Itachi will be up on the roof that morning, doing his best to keep out of the way of anyone else as he works over the soil in the bit of gardening space he's claimed.

He doesn't give much attention to Law save for some analyzing of the general chakra flow.]

[deathsdoctor]

[It's a big roof. Law has plenty of space to practice, and he's keeping the lightning close to him. The martial arts he's warming up with is like Tai Chi Chen, or the soft fist style the Hyuuga favour. The chakra... well, it's monstrous and tightly contained within. Power like a supernova... fitting for one.

The form is perfect and fluid, but he hasn't reached his normal level of Zen. He's agitated on some level. It shows in the slight tenseness at the corner of his eyes, the crease of his brow. Little things, subtle things, but for a fighter they might as well be red flags.]

[Quiet] Let me know if I'm disturbing you, Mister Itachi.

[Slinging lightning around is slinging lightning around regardless. It can get distracting after a while.]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[If the pirate is that tense (and though Itachi can't see this is recognizable enough from the chakra flow) then sensing the oncoming fireball shouldn't be much of a problem.

And there is most definitely a small fireball headed in his direction now, by way of the ninja's breath. He's stepped away from his not-yet-existent garden now, though there was very little warning before he did.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Little warning is more than warning enough for a fighter of Law's caliber. He's already turned, eyes steady, and the fireball is coming for him, just barely passing Itachi's lips.

He has many different ways to deal with that, and he choses the simplest method, the one that would least provoke a fight. Simply standing his ground as the fireball comes, stepping aside to let it pass, and then stepping back to place. All this in the blink of an eye.]

I'll take that as a yes. But simply saying something would have gotten your point across fine.

[While he does not want a fight, he most certainly will respond if one is brought to him.]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

I wasn't bothered, actually. You kept your activity away from my workspace.

I am simply done working.

[As usual, he tucked one arm loosely in the opening of his silk top. His expression remained indifferent.]

Now that I have tested your reaction, would you perhaps like a sparring partner.