deathsdoctor | 004 [Action/Accidental Voice]

[Godfriggin’ experiments.

Of course there’s one. The New Feather cycle seems to be winding up (It’s a morbid wonder what they’ll get next batch) and it’s a perfect time to rattle the cages a bit. It’s chaos… and while some of it is amusing as hell to watch over the journals… most of it is just exasperating, and some plain mentally traumatising.

And it’s all so. Damn. LOUD.

… if this keeps up, he’s going to have an addiction to headache medicine. He just knows it.

So it’s a hot shower for him in an effort to ease the migraine and any lingering soreness from the intensive training from earlier in the day. A shave to clean up the stubble sneaking in around his goatee and a note to find a barber in Luceti, because, damn he needs a haircut.

It’s when he’s getting dressed and just looking through his closet for a shirt when it hits and his headache just got 100% worse

Possibly because his head just went through the roof - literally. ]

WHAT THE------!!!!!!!!!!

…

?????

[…

…that’s not his voice. That's--

… and… everything feels way too tight around him. Constraining. Before he twitches and he feels plaster just shatter around him.

…

… oh, oh fuck.

FUCK.]

…

… Bepo?

[He has no idea that his journal has landed open and the whole thing is now transmitting.

Because he has bigger concerns.

Starting with the floor beginning to creak ominously under him.]

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[Slightly surprised and very resigned and exaperated man doing his best to look back at you. Hi neighbor. Sorry about the impromptu total renovation project. Can't be helped. This apartment isn't made for men over twenty feet tall.

You should expect to run into a bear sooner or later as well.]

I'll try not to make it a big problem.

[Very dry replying humour.]

[Good, good. He's dealt with enough grudges in his lifetime.]

Just a few.

[Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeak.

Oh dear, that's the floor. Under him, under you.]

... hnnn. Alright, perhaps a bit more than a few.

Luckily I don't think anyone lives on floor seven, but there are some people on six.

[This is so not safe. Not to mention so potentially embarrassing.]

Yes. I think I hear them. [Probably woke up Mister Uchiha.]

[Whoever lives here will have to deal with a smashed exterior wall for a couple hours. Or maybe not, as everything just before is enveloped in a blue glow and hangs outside suspended though shattered.]

Excuse me, this isn't safe.

[Things are just mending themselves behind him as they move. Handy that and probably appreciated by the residents as he's causing as much damage as he's mending.

Obviously he plans to jump out eight stories or so to the ground. Wise move on his part, right?]

Ha ha. Clearly.
I think I figured out the pattern of this experiment.

We seem to be changing into things that hold some significance to us. Does the guy you changed into mean anything to you?

... mean...?

[Thoughtful sound.

... then...]

[... no, he doesn't care about the man like that. He respected him greatly though. He... was well, Whitebeard.

God of the Sea. Strongest man alive. Something to aspire to

... murdered like that. By Blackbeard. A cowardly ambush. Nakama killing. The Man Who Would Be King didn't even have the balls to do it himself.]

[But...

... he wouldn't be filled with so much loathing for Blackbeard if it had meant nothing either. Not just for that act, and the nakama killing, but it plays a good role in his disgust in the end.

He had respected Whitebeard.]

[And Trafalgar Law desperately needed to be stronger.

To deal with what Luceti was going to throw next. To handle the shifting times and the strengthening rivals/allies/possible and very real enemies. To protect his nakama.

And in the end, who was more a symbol of all sorts of strength than Whitebeard?]

Yes. He did.

[He jumps.]

He's quite the looker.

[Less awkward is good. He pokes a little humor himself and nods.]

Women did flock to him.

[They happened to be mostly nurses, or so he hears, but it's the truth.]

Exceptional trait.

Who might you be? I don't believe we've met.

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