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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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...Ah well.
The marine himself is picking up bread, cheese, and whatever looks tasty at the moment. Once he's done staring at his pirate friend, he'll be humming as he does so.
Humming from that musical, not that he even realizes it.]
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As he is, he can't see you (Or you him). But. He can hear you. Humming.
That song. From That Musical. With That Voice.
...
Goddamn, this is not the setting he'd chose for an encounter. Not when a certain other person is present.]
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He always wonders where the food comes from when he enters this place, but shoves the question aside after a while in favor of making the best of it.
...Is this cheese supposed to be green?]
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...
Mister Strawhat is here and, no, he will not permit a chance that certain information about his brother's demise reaches his ears. He gave his word, and though he owes you, there are more important things to think of. He will not risk a chance of Amazon Lily repeating itself.
... he is a man of honour in the end, and would you find it surprising that still, in his way, he continues to protect him, his rival?
Maybe, maybe not. Marines and Pirates rarely understand each other's point of view. Law idly draws his scarf over his mouth and nose. He wore no identifying symbols of his true nature today and for that he is glad. He smiles into the produce bin, but that is merely a grim stretch of lips over teeth.
His gloved fingers splay. He hears you, Coby, he hears you, from the squeak of your shoes to your breathing, and triangulates your position that way.
Mouths the words 'Room' and 'Shambles' silently. Just a touch of power... just enough not be detected or seen... but...
Cause an almightly crash in another part of the store. Away from him. Away from the door. There's nobody there (Law knows from his sense of the space there) but won't you investigate anyway, helpful Marine you are? There could be someone hurt back there, someone you didn't notice browsing the isles.
Law will be out the door once you go to investigate, as fast as he can and to the roof. To watch.
We are not having this meeting while he's stuck in the produce bin. That would just be embarrasing. -_-;]
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Hey, is everyone all right over there?
[Going to check the scene, he searches around but finds nobody. How odd. Maybe they'd been embarrassed by the mess they'd created and run off? He checks the shelves and underneath anything that looks like it might be large enough to hide a person.
Or an animal. He checks everything, really.
Once he's finished, still having found nothing, he scratches his head and gathers up his things. That's enough 'shopping' for one day.]
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Maybe it was the wind.
Speaking of the wind, cold day that it is, especially with that sudden snap, it's whistling outside right now. Not that it really matters - it's windy and that's not stopped anyone from doing anything before - but it might make it uncomfortable enough for you to trek your way home with your groceries, no?
It is windy out now, and someone is using the magic from that element to cancel out any noise he makes as he conceals himself from view. Will he follow. No. He still has things to get inside the grocery. But will he watch a long while to get a sense of which apartment block you might live? Yes.
When he finally confronts you, it will be on his terms.]
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He heads straight for complex seven, not all too far from the main shopping area.]
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Enjoy your cocoa, Mister Coby. Warm up. For it is cold.
Very cold.]