deathsdoctor | Appointments 2.0

Appointments 2.0

This post is for threading with Trafalgar Law anytime and anywhere. It can be used for Action or the Ring feature on journals (voice or written) to get in contact with him for personal conversations. This will be used primarily for 'placement' threads such as: someone left a present or 'by the way, come to this party on such-and-such' or the like.

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[Action, January 3rd]
[Voice, March 8th]
[Written, June 11th]

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[There is no altruism here. Law expects to be paid back in full for what they do here for Bil by Bil and his supporters. Or to be paid a fine ransom by his enemies.

He expects some reward, if not now, then later for the suffering that's going to come.

He told them flat out. He is a pirate.

Pirates are not good men.

They're not. They're not.

-and the blood on his hands, the boy on his table, the boy he was desperately trying to save-

They don't stick their necks out for others.

Pirates are not good men.]

We are agreed then. Let us make sure we stay flexible. We have no idea what will happen or come to light during the next six days.

[Don't worry Law. Luke is used to dealing with pirates. Han Solo and Lando Calrissian were counted among two of his best friends. Talon Kardde and Mara Jade as well. Altruism may be his motivation, but a small, dark part of Luke does hunger for battle and a chance to fight back.]

Alright. Then I will see you for a drink tomorrow.

I am going to need several before the night is over.

[As far as she's concerned? At the end of this they're all going to be dead. And that calls for so very, very many drinks.]

I'm going to need several period...but I can be flexible.

[Flexibility was a trade skill. Without it, he'd be nothing more than a gate crasher in a snappy suit that was too impulsive for his own good. Pirates and thieves...they're men of similar breeds.]

Give me a few days, but let me know when you're all set. I have preparations of my own that I need to make.

This is a night for a few stiff ones. And for you Adele, some soothing tea as well. I'll have to take everyone back the same way. We're too far from the village to get back on foot.

[Even if you can see the lights of Luceti from up here.]

I'll be keeping in touch... if something happens, you'll know very quickly.

...Lovely.

[There was that bottle of Gin. That, a few limes, ice, and a handwritten will.

The will might be a bit much, she doesn't even own anything of real value, but it's a gesture. Some semblance of normalcy. Finality. Conviction. She has no idea. She just knows one will be written or recorded before the night is over.]

At your leisure then, Doctor Law. As ever, I follow your lead.

Doctor Law, go for it. Adele, I will take care of your stomach when we arrive. Tonight...is definitely a night for drinking. Perhaps a Corellian Sunrise is in order.

[He shrugs. Death is death. He's a Jedi, and he's not afraid of it.]

I followed you into battle once. There's no reason not to do so again.

[Because, covert operation or not, this felt like they were preparing for a war. He grasped that thread of anxiety and held it, but didn't let it own him--fear was a tool. He was as good as dead if he ever lost it.

He wasn't afraid of the reaper.]

A few stiff drinks all around sounds like a good deal, and I've been wanting another Sunrise...

Alright. Brace yourself, Adele.

[He will give her three moments to do so, before fingers flex and the blue energy sphere extends around them all.

One moment to spend in the space Law rules as god before...

-Pop-

The sound of complaining cats. A living room. House 22.

And Law steps over and immediately begins to guide Adele to the bathroom before she's sick again.]

[In those three seconds, she does. As best she can, anyway. Eyes locked tight, breathing steady, counting down in the back of her mind-

-Pop-

The second time isn't any better. But at least there's nothing left for her to vomit up upon their arrival. Eyes still screwed shut she stumbles along blindly, bracing herself against the sink, the toilet, whatever comes first.

Dry heaves hurt all the same.]

...merde.

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