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[deathsdoctor]

[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.

Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.

Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]

… it’s really going crazy out there…

[… a really uneasy feeling.]

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[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Only if you allow yourself to be subjected to it.

[deathsdoctor]

... hmm?

[Are you sure you want to be here, kid? This is pirate territory. And that is a fearsome one staring quizically at you over the blade he just finished sharpening on yonder couch.

Now he doesn't touch kids, and so far you've been a fairly unobtrusive addition to his decor. But, kid. You're still in his home. Mind telling him what you're doing here?]

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[deathsdoctor]

May I ask what you're doing in here?

[Balls, kids, balls. You have 'em and it's admirable. Stoic look is met with a raised eyebrow over an equally deadpan expression.]

Last time I checked, I did lock the door in.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you should double check next time.



I haven't the faintest idea, to be honest.

[deathsdoctor]

Aa, the Malnosso's work. Of course.

[Charming, isn't it? You should see the ones where he has actual ill intent.]

... I assume you're not familar with Luceti and are new in this little hellhole, so if you wish, you may stay the night if you are quiet. I will direct you to the Welcome Center in the morn. Otherwise, you are quite welcome to leave.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

I'm rather familiar with the overall, and your generosity is appreciated.

[deathsdoctor]

[No minding the monotone here. Law himself is very calm and controlled most of the time, and your behaviour doesn't bother him. Concern him yes, in that distant way a pirate captain and doctor who does not usually care except when he does happens to trigger... but bother no.]

... I'll go get you some food and bedding then. Is there anything you'd prefer to eat?

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

I don't have any preference to speak of.

[deathsdoctor]

... soup then. [It's simple and it goes down easy.

He's going to be gone for a few minutes to steal the bedding from another apartment, and get that soup. Communal kitchens are a pain that way.]

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

[deathsdoctor]

[And voila, one steaming bowl of turkey and vegetable soup is set down on the nearby table with a spoon.]

Here... [Spoken as he sets a pillow and a pile of blankets on the couch.] ... that should keep you till the morn.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

I do have a question.

Do you treat everyone this kindly?

[deathsdoctor]

No. I certainly don't.

[Now here's the challenge to that, because here we are judging on looks and such a dangerous thing that is.]

Do I have a reason to be unkind here?

[Not that this is particularly kind of him. He's feeding you and giving you a roof for the night only, and then putting you in the trust of strangers come morning.

It's decenct. But decency and kindness are not always mutally equivalent.]

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

I suppose you wouldn't. You have my gratitude, Stranger.

[deathsdoctor]

[Wonder why that is, child.]

Trafalgar Law. My name is Trafalgar Law. [Pirate, doctor, rumoured monster (no one knows for sure), and a man who has slapped those rumors in the face by showing kindness, such as saving and caring for his comatose rival and his protector for two weeks.]

And your name is?

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Cho Gonou.

[deathsdoctor]

[Peril of being in the same room as a knowledge seeker. Also, rhetorical question more than answered.]

[He's going to take a seat on the windowsill, slouching against the frame, with his nodachi comfortably nestled in the crook of his arm. Just watching below. Looking out for something. Or someone.]

Well then, Mister Gonou, enjoy your soup. ... hopefully tonight will be a quiet night.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Silence itself can be deafening. Thank you again.

[deathsdoctor]

[Glancing back at you briefly, eyes somber and heavy with knowledge.] Yes, it most certainly can... [Looking back out the window.] ... but tonight I'll take that risk.

... you're welcome, Mister Gonou.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

Not many seem to do that.

[deathsdoctor]

Heh, so they don't. [A faint smile] I don't mind bucking the trend.

Besides.

... when the alternative is to invite attention from what walks these streets this evening, I think more would make that same choice.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

What are these alternatives you speak of?

[deathsdoctor]

Aa, a very dangerous man from my world. He's... hmm... how to describe this... a light man, you could say. As in he not just controls light, but is it as well. He's very destructive and not too discriminate in it... and there are few Luceti that could stop him, if at all, should he decide he's in the mood to kill something. He is also practically impossible to kill.

[Not exaggerating. Luceti's never had something like an Admiral before, and even powercapped the village could be a greasy streak of ash before there could be a blink]

... and... yes... he is an enemy of mine.

[nosetobook.livejournal.com]

It seems rather destructive for any well-knowledge scientist to want to bring someone like that into an enclosed vicinity. Especially knowing there are enemies among it.

My condolences, Law-san.