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deathsdoctor) wrote2013-07-13 10:22 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2013-07-13 10:22 pm
021 [Action]
[It’d been a couple of weeks since Perona left. Found her letter to him apologizing about what had happened when they were possessed, found the key and the mold, and found Mihawk had left as well. He informed the village then. Keimi? Also gone; he had never really interacted with her, but he felt her loss as another piece of home slipping back to where it belonged.
The tide continued to draw out and their community was so small now, so fast. On top of everything else that had happened to him in the last few months, it ached, and he was so sick of aching and so tired.
Would he be last standing? Who knew. But wallowing did no one any good.
… it was time to start moving on. Or at least trying.]
[Sunday morning finds Law at the Memorial Garden planting white heather, and then to the Shrine. He’s not sure what to do here, really. He’s never been religious, just spiritual in his own way, and the traditions outside a wedding or a funeral or basically acting mannerly at a shrine are ones he’s unfamiliar with.
All the crows around the building are comforting, really.
Later in the morning, he hits the beach. It’s the closest to home he can get, and before he takes the Shinonome out for a few hours, he finds a log hauled up the sand and just sits. Watches the waves crash on shore.
Afternoon finds him at the Battle Dome training. Or more specifically, training by fighting with his eyes bandaged over. The safeties are only on for this session, normally Law does without, but he’s testing the limits of what he can perceive with his Haki. He swings by the Item Shop to pick up a Go board and everything that needs to go with it, and then heads home to set up with that and his Shogi board on the porch.
It’s time to coax some spirits over to play and try to work back into feeling comfortable with their presence. Games seem to work wonders, and soon House 22’s backyard is as spirit central as it ever gets, admittedly with not all those involved playing, but all involved commenting. And arguing. And teasing. And whatever else that floats their boat.
Through it all the wind blows leaves through the backyard. One remains stubbornly stuck to Law’s forehead. He seemingly pays it no mind as he plays on.]
The tide continued to draw out and their community was so small now, so fast. On top of everything else that had happened to him in the last few months, it ached, and he was so sick of aching and so tired.
Would he be last standing? Who knew. But wallowing did no one any good.
… it was time to start moving on. Or at least trying.]
[Sunday morning finds Law at the Memorial Garden planting white heather, and then to the Shrine. He’s not sure what to do here, really. He’s never been religious, just spiritual in his own way, and the traditions outside a wedding or a funeral or basically acting mannerly at a shrine are ones he’s unfamiliar with.
All the crows around the building are comforting, really.
Later in the morning, he hits the beach. It’s the closest to home he can get, and before he takes the Shinonome out for a few hours, he finds a log hauled up the sand and just sits. Watches the waves crash on shore.
Afternoon finds him at the Battle Dome training. Or more specifically, training by fighting with his eyes bandaged over. The safeties are only on for this session, normally Law does without, but he’s testing the limits of what he can perceive with his Haki. He swings by the Item Shop to pick up a Go board and everything that needs to go with it, and then heads home to set up with that and his Shogi board on the porch.
It’s time to coax some spirits over to play and try to work back into feeling comfortable with their presence. Games seem to work wonders, and soon House 22’s backyard is as spirit central as it ever gets, admittedly with not all those involved playing, but all involved commenting. And arguing. And teasing. And whatever else that floats their boat.
Through it all the wind blows leaves through the backyard. One remains stubbornly stuck to Law’s forehead. He seemingly pays it no mind as he plays on.]
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[Does he like cats? This is an important question. There are two... probably three at Law's house.]
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I have my ways.
[Aka: You. You are now his King of hearts up the sleeve, aren't you glad?]
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And should he be?]
I'm going to have to see this.
[Aka Marco, he wants to see you just try to sweet-talk Itachi into something by yourself. Do you know how hard it is for Law?
You get the internets and enough booze to get drunk with if you succeed as your prize, though. Because that is a seriously impressive act.]
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Don't count me out. I learned from the best. If Izou could talk me into purple lipstick and painting my nails, and Thatch could talk me into dating, and Ace could talk me into -- [Anything, everything, damn brat.] Many things, I'm sure I've got some tricks that will work.
[Oh it's on. Winner gets a trip out at sea and all the sake they can drink.]
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[Round one, go.]
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[Devious grin get.]
Oh, but I'll need to bring Stefan back, unless Itachi doesn't mind dogs too. [Since Marco can already tell that Stefan doesn't look like he'll leave Law anytime soon.]
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[The cats might, though.]
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Luckily he's decently well trained.
[Especially since "kicking him outside" meant literally. And into the ocean.]
All right, let's go. I'm dying to see if losing repeatedly to Robin has honed my skills some.
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After you, then.
[He's actually looking forward to this.]
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[Marco whistles cheerfully. He's also looking forward to this, though he has to keep tugging the dog along. Stefan seems to be fascinated by grass. And flowers. And anything you won't find on a ship. So. Everything.]
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Oi, Itachi, I'm home. Mister Marco's with me.
[Opening the door. Incoming cats in three, two...]
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[Marco picks up one before Stefan can slobber all over it... just in case.]
Is there anyone else staying here these days or just you two and the cats?
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And of course she might be able to hop on his back and take a ride.]
Just us. Gotta admit, it's nice having another person around, but we enjoy our privacy too, if you catch our drift.
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Aye. Perfectly understandable that. I'd call it a good point to Robin, but well, you know.