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deathsdoctor) wrote2011-12-19 07:37 pm
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014 [Action/possibly voice]
[ Not too long before the draftees are returned to Luceti, all snug and cosily tucked in their beds (or in random and embarrassing drop-off points in the enclosure – whatever works), a figure cloaked and hooded in black staggers into the village. Weaving like he’s dead drunk – reality? Dead tired – he occasionally trips and catches himself…
… and then…
… and then just faceplants in a snow drift when it becomes one trip too many. He’s just going to just stay there for a moment. He feels like shit.]
Ughhhhh.
[Yeah. That’s enough of that. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, the figure reveals himself to be Trafalgar Law, freshly returned from one month full of missions.
Armed to the teeth. Worn to the bone and bleary eyed. And apparently lei’d.
… no, you aren’t imagining things - there is a tacky plastic floral garland hanging around his neck. Like you’d get on some cheap tropical vacation.
Don’t you dare suggest he’s been on one, folks.
And when he looks around, finally registering the Christmas lights and the general emptiness of the village, he mutters…]
Oi… what I’d miss?
[Go ahead. Spoil histriumphant tired return and tell him about all the draftees about to drop in. The draftees that possibly and quite probably need medical attention.
It isn’t like he desperately wants to find a bed and get some sleep. And it isn’t like he desperately needs that sleep either.
Not at all.]
… and then…
… and then just faceplants in a snow drift when it becomes one trip too many. He’s just going to just stay there for a moment. He feels like shit.]
Ughhhhh.
[Yeah. That’s enough of that. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, the figure reveals himself to be Trafalgar Law, freshly returned from one month full of missions.
Armed to the teeth. Worn to the bone and bleary eyed. And apparently lei’d.
… no, you aren’t imagining things - there is a tacky plastic floral garland hanging around his neck. Like you’d get on some cheap tropical vacation.
Don’t you dare suggest he’s been on one, folks.
And when he looks around, finally registering the Christmas lights and the general emptiness of the village, he mutters…]
Oi… what I’d miss?
[Go ahead. Spoil his
It isn’t like he desperately wants to find a bed and get some sleep. And it isn’t like he desperately needs that sleep either.
Not at all.]
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[A shrug.] I'm not sure yet, but it looks like you could use some medical attention yourself first, doctor. [Pretty much one of the highest notes of respect you'll get from Marco.]
[Action]
They had been really unstaffed on doctors there, and medicine is a 24/7 job.]
What I really need is sleep. [And he looks at his hands and what he sees terrifies him. They're trembling. The hands of a surgeon should never tremble.] I don't think I'll do anyone any good unless I get a little.
[It burns his pride to admit that but it's true.]
[Action] sorry I'm late, got buried
[Action] no worries
[This he can guarantee.]
[Action] ty o7
All right, hop on, eh?
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I'm ready.
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[And Marco takes off slowly to make sure Law won't fall, and heads over to CH2, where he assumes he lives from that whole thing with the Malnosso droids.]
Who were you healing over there? Other kidnappees or volunteers, or just Malnosso or whatever passes for natives on this planet? [He'll let you sleep soon dude, but might as well ask in the meantime.]
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Once or twice they brought in a captured Third Party member. Never let us near them either. One I saw managed to kill herself while struggling with her captors. Bit out her own tongue.
[Action]
[Drifts lazily over the rooftops. Luckily for him, the blinding Christmas lights make it really easy to see where he's going.]
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[Lapsing into silence as he forces himself out of the haze he was beginning to sink into.]
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Do you know if the door on the roof opens from the outside?
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[Door on the roof? But he doesn't live here anymore... doesn't he?
It's a muzzy thought smearing into more muzzy thoughts and the warmth of the indoors and the thought of a bed beckon. He can spend the night here. Maybe have breakfast with Itachi.
But yes. The door opens from the outside.]
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Because they are ridiculous.]Let's see if I remember the room right from the inside of the building this time, eh?
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Go ahead if you want to carry him. He won't protest much at this point.
Just be humiliated come morn.]Mmm?
[Blink. Oh it was the one in the corner where he blew out a good chunk of the building. 40. Though with the Itachi in the kitchen who will intercept you, he's probably going to end up in the ninja's apartment - number 38.]
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The movement indicates that someone will be coming down, and yet he'd heard no one go up.
He moves to stand casually at the door into the kitchen, Sharingan activated as he watches down the hall.]
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[And along comes Marco: an obvious pirate complete with pirate tattoo on the chest and bright blue pirate sash around the waist; carrying along Law and occasionally drifting blue flames that don't seem to be doing any harm.]
Oh. Hey. [Waves and does a slight bow to Itachi (not much lest he lose Law or let him slip in the process) and then Marco heads straight to the apartment. Totally normal.]
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[He is not doing anything like barely conscious snuggling, y'hear? More like curled up a sleepy cat.
And speaking of cats (and cat owners). Hi Itachi, hi Amaya. Don't mind as his barely conscious ass is toted by you by a strange man with strange hair and an awesome tattoo - he manages a groggily confused look in your direction and a small shy wiggle of fingers - hi, I don't know why the hell I'm here but I'm happy to see you - and he's brushed by blue flames that don't seem to be hurting him. Pirates. Must have hidden immunity to flames and such. We're just looking for a convenient bed.
T O T A L L Y normal state of affairs, yup.
Oh and Marco? Wrong apartment. That one's Itachi's.]
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He's not certain why the other pirate isn't aware of Law's living quarters, but he's perfectly willing to share his for the time being, and Law is too exhausted to be dragging out to another location.
So he gives a short nod of his head, but nothing more. The two of them are free to come and go as they please.
He might also be slightly amused, but it would be hard to tell.]
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Should I go grab you coffee too?
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... well, it's not like Law hasn't been in this position before, thanks to the Malnosso. Hell, he was sharing the bed last time, so this promises to be less embarrassing when certain parties are more clearheaded.
By a scale of microns.
Perk.]
Coffee?
[Magic words, Marco. Magic words. Yes. Please.]
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[Leaves Law to decide what to do with boots and weapons. He's not one of his baby brothers, so no need to go too overboard. And off he scoots back to the kitchen where Itachi is.]
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There's not too much wrong with him physically, I hope.
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Are you one of the Heart Pirates?
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