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deathsdoctor) wrote2012-05-25 08:31 pm
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016 [Action - forward dated to Saturday morning]
Sumire, quit it…
[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.
Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.
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… breasts!?]
HNN!
[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]


[Okay. One thing more.]
… hnnn… great. I need coffee.
[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.
Or she can just let it all hang free.
… so tempting right now…
But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]
[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.
After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.
After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]
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[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.
Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.
…
… breasts!?]
HNN!
[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]
[Okay. One thing more.]
… hnnn… great. I need coffee.
[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.
Or she can just let it all hang free.
… so tempting right now…
But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]
[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.
After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.
After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]
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What he DIDN'T mean to do was to suddenly find himself teleporting into Law's bedroom. Ah, at least this time he landed on a bed!
...only, is there anyone IN that bed?]
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But a very naked someone in front of you examining herself in the mirror. Who is sloooooooooooowly turning. And folding her arms across her chest (and unintentionally empathizing that very nice set she's been given).
Raising an eyebrow in a very deliberate non reaction, as black and gold wings flare out.]
Mister Vash. Hello.
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Oh um, hey - do-do I know um... you? [Huh, I'm surprised she spoke instead of outright hitting me! She's nicer than Meryl too!]
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Can't you recognize me? It might help if you look at my face and not my tits.
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Lupin was still tall...ish. Relatively. Not as tall as he--she?--normally was, but still tall.
He (because he was still a man in spirit) leans back against the bar in Cloud Nine when the attractive but vaguely familiar woman enters...and he was curious to see how this body worked in its entirety.]
Hey babe. Want a drink?
[So it wasn't five yet. So what? Lupin was busy taking down the ziplines he installed for Sabriel when she was tiny.]
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[It's an afterthought, something commonly said without much vitriol. As it was Adele sat at the bar next to the lanky thief rather than at the piano, picking away at a small, spider shaped camera while muttering to herself under her breath. Lupin and his shenanigans, his flirtations, were old hat to her at this point. Even if he was a she for the moment.]
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(They were the first clothes that fit, okay?)
Well, as we are both men despite current appearances... and Law herself is finding herself VERY amused at all the people hitting on her today, drawls.]
Hmm... I don't know, Miss Lupin. [Smile.] Guess that would depend on what you're thinking about offering to a lady like me?
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Lupin whistles appreciatively regardless, and catches himself just before he adjusts the tie that isn't there. Compared to Law's punk rocker style, he's dressed positively girly and is unashamed of it.]
Just Lupin's fine right now...Miss Law? Pronouns are damn confusing right now. We can always have an Irish Coffee again. Just a little sweet, not too bitter...whiskey and coffee go really well together.
[He chuckles.] Man this is nuts! You want an Irish Coffee too, Adele?
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Oh! Sorry miss!
[Not a lot of recognition here yet.]
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[Nothing to see here. Just your usual punk rock chick/genderbent pirate captain inspecting all the seeds for herbs.
... she's definitely taking the mint.]
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Second glance: Still hot.
Third Glance: ...something seems familiar.
Still, let's strut on over, to get a closer fourth glance]
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Are you looking for any kinds in particular? For cooking, medicine, or just aroma?
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Perona barely registers her newfound freedom, and return to the village. She just breathes in and out quickly, savoring the crisp air in her lungs, and the fact that she wasn't in the water, or being held captive and tortured. She sniffs, her eyes brimming with tears, and exhales a shaky breath. All she wants to do is cry, but even that seems like it'll end badly. She's cried and yelled and tried so hard to escape before, and it didn't work, so what good would tears do now?
So, she just shakes, and sits, and breathes in and out - ignoring the world around her.]
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She's caught you on the journals. The Shichibukai's girl, right? Yes. That's right. And in poor shape.
Don't need three strikes to guess what's happened here. Same thing that happened to her nearly a year ago. Though the marks of torture seem less extreme.]
Oi!
[Don't mind the lady in the robe calling out and approaching. You are way more than a hot mess, gurl. You could use a doctor.]
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Well, at the very least she doesn't seem to be in the mood to put up much a fight. That, and the poor girl realizes that this woman is not a scientist, and therefore should be here to help.]
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He has this desperate need to clean, suddenly, and he's quite sure it's purely psychological on his part, but he's going with it anyway.]
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Herb seeds, a plant or two, and a bag or two of clothes. In which she figures they can just return once this is... over.]
I... got a couple extra things that should fit for us both. I think.
[This day has been an equal mix of amusing and embarrassing, you know?]
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...Oh?
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