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deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-28 01:24 am
deathsdoctor) wrote2010-12-28 01:24 am
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[The apartment is stuffy today, he doesn’t have anything requiring his attention anywhere else, except for ingredients for pemmican cakes, and it is quiet. So, so quiet. Two months in this hellhole is already approaching and it is hard to be patient and wait for an opportunity for freedom. Because there is always a chance. Even after years and years.
(He always told his idiots to shut up when it carried on too far, and now all he wants is the sounds of their voices echoing off armoured hull plates. He had such a noisy boat, and though the hunt for One Piece was hard, they had been together and they had been happy often more than not.)
The memories of that blurred out weekend still remain tauntingly out of reach… but now in his heart of hearts he knows what could be the only thing that could cause that kind of ache.
Perhaps Monkey D. Luffy, you were right. You never said anything at the time, but he still felt your disagreement. But still… he can’t wish them here to this.
He can only resolve to grow stronger for their sake should they come anyway. Because it was not only the Golden Age of Pirates that had shattered at Marineford. No, he can hear the flatline for quite a few others as well. But it will take time for others to see that the patient is well and truly dead.
Because the balance of strength could shift at any moment in Luceti and take away what small advantages he has. He is a Supernova, and he is more powerful than most of his immediate concerns here (though badly outnumbered), but the experiment with that blasted musical showed him too well what could be. Or will.
It also showed him what he could be. Left with him the imprints of the general direction he needs to take. He might not take the same exact path to get there, but he would get there all the same.
And most simply because he is still Captain of the Heart Pirates. And should his nakama come, he needs to protect them. Because that is what a Captain does.]
[So out today at the grocery store, in and out of Community Building Two, or on the edge of the forest well away from most people training. The closest to solitude he can get or so he thinks. Feel free to prove him wrong.
Those who catch him in the forest may find him doing one of several things depending on when they catch him. Meditating, practicing his swordsmanship, and further practicing his skills with the filial magic Kipinn and Tsinku granted him. Seeing if he can contact Nala. He’s heard snatches of her around and felt her warmth and friendliness, but he’s never quite held on long enough to talk to her. She’s willing though. That he knows.
But it’s mostly the swordsmanship though. The experiment’s lessons have stuck. Focus on the things that can’t be taken away so easily and that come within, but don’t ignore the ones that can be gained.
The practice with Devil Fruit powers will come at another time. He has a new technique in mind. But he needs to find something suitable to test it on, and utter privacy, instead of close enough.
You can’t do everything in a day, you know.]
(He always told his idiots to shut up when it carried on too far, and now all he wants is the sounds of their voices echoing off armoured hull plates. He had such a noisy boat, and though the hunt for One Piece was hard, they had been together and they had been happy often more than not.)
The memories of that blurred out weekend still remain tauntingly out of reach… but now in his heart of hearts he knows what could be the only thing that could cause that kind of ache.
Perhaps Monkey D. Luffy, you were right. You never said anything at the time, but he still felt your disagreement. But still… he can’t wish them here to this.
He can only resolve to grow stronger for their sake should they come anyway. Because it was not only the Golden Age of Pirates that had shattered at Marineford. No, he can hear the flatline for quite a few others as well. But it will take time for others to see that the patient is well and truly dead.
Because the balance of strength could shift at any moment in Luceti and take away what small advantages he has. He is a Supernova, and he is more powerful than most of his immediate concerns here (though badly outnumbered), but the experiment with that blasted musical showed him too well what could be. Or will.
It also showed him what he could be. Left with him the imprints of the general direction he needs to take. He might not take the same exact path to get there, but he would get there all the same.
And most simply because he is still Captain of the Heart Pirates. And should his nakama come, he needs to protect them. Because that is what a Captain does.]
[So out today at the grocery store, in and out of Community Building Two, or on the edge of the forest well away from most people training. The closest to solitude he can get or so he thinks. Feel free to prove him wrong.
Those who catch him in the forest may find him doing one of several things depending on when they catch him. Meditating, practicing his swordsmanship, and further practicing his skills with the filial magic Kipinn and Tsinku granted him. Seeing if he can contact Nala. He’s heard snatches of her around and felt her warmth and friendliness, but he’s never quite held on long enough to talk to her. She’s willing though. That he knows.
But it’s mostly the swordsmanship though. The experiment’s lessons have stuck. Focus on the things that can’t be taken away so easily and that come within, but don’t ignore the ones that can be gained.
The practice with Devil Fruit powers will come at another time. He has a new technique in mind. But he needs to find something suitable to test it on, and utter privacy, instead of close enough.
You can’t do everything in a day, you know.]
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[Glancing up that tree. Now what was up there?
He might snicker a bit if it's a squirrel.]
Well, no matter now. So what kind of animal were you chasing?
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I don't know. I haven't seen a picture of this one before. I wanted a closer look!
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[Oh. Oh dear. That's no good.
That young sir is a porcupine.
And he really does look cranky. Huh. And sleepy. Well, Law can understand that. He can be cranky after being woken up, too.]
Aa, that one, you don't. It's a porcupine. Annoy him and you might get a face full of quills. We should leave him alone. He looks to want to go back to sleep.
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... have you not encountered creatures out in the wild before? Because they're usually just fine outdoors.
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[Because you are utterly ignorant of some very basic facts about life, things that would become very clear once you hit a port... so...
... obviously, you haven't hit a port. And he can't think of a ship that can go so long without resupplying, given how old you look... so the obvious is you don't need to and thus, your ship is beyond what he's encountered.]
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Then there's the sleeping area and some of the research rooms. That's where Rem and Joey taught Knives and me a lot of stuff. The computer holds just about all of Earth's history. Sometimes we go in there by ourselves to study while the crew is busy.
I haven't been in all of the work rooms. Sometimes Rem lets us come in to help her monitor the Plants. Lately she's been showing us how she and Steve adjusts the Plants.
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Sleeping people? Cold room? All of Earth's history?
He's been around enough to know Earth is the name of a planet, home to many in the village. And what you're describing sounds like an escape from an apocalypse.
This ship doesn't sail the oceans at all.
It sails the stars. God, such a thing... such a thing...]
Oh, you're from a starship, right? I've never been on one but it sounds like an incredible thing...
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More people to talk with?
[Don't mind him. He's a Hammer. They tend to hit nails on the head, those.]
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