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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.]
It does!
Law freezes in place as he catches sight of it. He... really misses Bepo right about now. The white heather this morning was for him... it's nearly been two years since his first mate disappeared from the enclosure, and it's hard to let go of nakama. Especially him.
He... can get the Go board off the shelf without approaching. His Devil Fruit powers are useful. But they are also... flashy. Game board and the two bowls full of stones disappearing in blue light that forms a bubble before disappearing? That is a go.
They appear right in his hands. Of course, Law is blocking the way out if Panda should whirl around.]
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Ehh...where did they go...?
[He's talking about the bowls, of course. Because he opens his paws to look down at the Go stones he'd swiped. They're black and white. They match him perfectly. Oh, well! He'll just have to take them, even though there's a weird-looking man blocking the way out.]
Excuse me. I need to get by.
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[A weird looking man giving you a bit of stare. And not noticing the stones. He silently steps aside, looking ten shades of bothered. Yeah. He recognizes this bear now. The Depot Eight mission.
Whelp, there goes the bear right past him before he thinks of peeking in the bowls.
Which are empty. 8|
He shakes his head, and the bubble of blue light forms once more, this time engulfing the store. Focuses on what he wants. Go stones. If there's any in the shop, they'll appear right in the bowls where he wants.
And quite possibly disappear right out of Panda's hands.]