deathsdoctor | 017 [Voice, backdated to Sept 5th]

[Hello Luceti. You’re greeted by the sound of a journal opening and muttering. And in the far background, rustling. Like something is squirming around in the distance - wrapping, twining, growing.

We might have a problem here.]

Is there anyone in the village with extensive knowledge of fairy tales? We have a situation on our hands we could use some advice dealing with. [Or maybe even a rescue, but Law’s pride keeps him from saying that much - for now.]

Thorns. [Katara’s voice piped in.] Lots and lots of thorns. They’re growing and overtaking the house, and we’re not sure why.

We think they’re connected to a kidnapping effect. The lady affected has been in an unnaturally deep sleep for days and nothing seems to wake her. [Nothing. Not even beer bottles perched on her head. 8|a ] Has anyone heard of anything like this?

((This is an open post that can be fielded by anybody trapped in the house. Threadjack to your hearts’ content - Law’s journal is made to be snatched from him and anyone else who has it.))

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Please do.

[For the sake of us all.]

[And sure enough, he'll show up outside of House 6 about ten minutes later, journal in hand.

... yep, those are definitely thorns. Interesting. After a few moments of staring, he'll turn to his open journal.]

I don't suppose asking you to open the door would do much good.

Edited 2012-09-12 20:42 (UTC)

Get ready to run. I'm going to try and slash a path through for you.

[That door might be creaking open and 'lo there's a flash of steel...]

[Richard doesn't need to be told twice; he'll setp off to the side, his own sword drawn just in case Law needs some assistance cutting from this side as well.]

[Law can slice to pieces an entire garrison of Marines before they can react, so vines, typically? Shouldn't even be an issue.

But these suckers grow like lightning themselves, and just get thicker and thicker the more they are sliced. But there is a path made. For now.

Move fast, Richard. The way in isn't staying open for long.]

[That's enough for Richard-- he'll race into that narrow path, using his rapier to hack at any vines that get too close and threaten to entangle him as he runs through.

Years of fencing training are certainly serving him well right about now.]

[A few thorns clip him in the side and draw blood, but Law doesn't terribly care. Not deep wounds, those, and not terribly concerning.

He'll keep the thorns at bay until Richard gets in. And then he makes a break for the door, earning a few more scrapes along his left leg, and slams it shut in face of the onrushing masses.]

This way.

[And Law will lead Richard to Nami.]

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