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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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[...He thinks you would be too. And it's been a while since he's had a good game. He's not bold enough to ask outright. But well. If you ever get bored.]
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[He would like that, Mister Shikamaru. He would like that indeed. That is his subtly way of saying it.]
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True, though that could give him an unfair advantage. [The thunder rolls overhead again, almost in irritation.] Oi, oi. Strictly in numbers. [There's a calmer rumble, for as brash as he can be, Tsinku is the reasonable sort.
There's a strong breeze from Kippin, not to be forgotten. He takes the suggestion for what it is.] Yeah, that might work.
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[Not to be outdone, Nala puts in her two cents about the matter to both men.]
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[She is enthusiastically chattering on... it's a little hard to hear everything she's saying, Shikamaru. Law's having a hard time keeping track.] No, I think that would be a wonderful idea. Wait? You think the other spirits might like--?
Aa... Hyt. Well if you can convince-- well, maybe eventually Hyt would agree? I'm sure it would be fun... but...
[Hyyyyt. Such a stick in the mud, you antisocial spirit. Law has the frightening feeling that Nala might nag until Hyt shows up or avoids them forever.]
Well, no, we wouldn't mind, I don't think.
[Glaaaancing over at you.
So. Shikamaru. It seems like shogi might bring all the spirits to the yard.
You pondering what he's pondering?]
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Plus. Shogi. He returns the look with a nod in Law's direction.]
Aa, no complaints on my end. [He holds up his hands.] Though it is only a two player game. Some patience would be required.
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Shogi. Definately.
Bright spot in any day.]
Aa. Definately that. But if you're willing to bear with, we'll make it work.