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deathsdoctor) wrote2013-10-06 10:41 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2013-10-06 10:41 pm
022 [Action] Backdated to the 6th
[Happy Birthday, Trafalgar Law. You’ve managed to survive to the ripe old age of twenty seven.
The thought is sardonic in the morning as he shaves and prepares for the day. There’s a couple of silvery blue-gray hairs present in the mirror this morning; easily covered by the hat he always wears. Honestly he never thought he’d live long enough to see them and the emotions are mixed. Law doesn’t allow himself to dwell on them… his fiance’s waiting for his turn. He wonders if he’s in for a surprise later, and that sparks some anticipation in him, though it quickly dulls after the bright, initial flare.
The face that stares back from the mirror as he cleans out all his whiskers in the sink is quiet and subdued. Well… after everything… he supposes that’s normal. Even if it’s now been remarked on many times that he barely smiles these days and Itachi nets most of those. It’s normal. It’s to be expected.
It’s what it is.
The pirate has business to attend to. He looks for Raine Sage to inform her of the information found during the mission that didn’t come up on the locked network. If he can’t find her, Albert will do just as well. Katara he looks for specifically to tell her in person that he’s getting married. Not to mention he wants to just spend time around family for a while. Other people are not avoided, but not precisely sought.
He does keep an eye out for Luke and Marco though. As well as Sasuke. Gai. Nagato. Konan. Various different reasons there, but he wouldn’t mind talking to them.
However the day goes, the close will find him waiting for Itachi silently on their couch. He’s holding a beach ball sized Room, and there’s a sense his Haki’s active. Not terribly out of the ordinary except for the leaf stuck to his forehead and a slow smile, perhaps the first of the day. Success in balancing the three arts finally.
It’s not much, but it’s something. He’ll take it.]
The thought is sardonic in the morning as he shaves and prepares for the day. There’s a couple of silvery blue-gray hairs present in the mirror this morning; easily covered by the hat he always wears. Honestly he never thought he’d live long enough to see them and the emotions are mixed. Law doesn’t allow himself to dwell on them… his fiance’s waiting for his turn. He wonders if he’s in for a surprise later, and that sparks some anticipation in him, though it quickly dulls after the bright, initial flare.
The face that stares back from the mirror as he cleans out all his whiskers in the sink is quiet and subdued. Well… after everything… he supposes that’s normal. Even if it’s now been remarked on many times that he barely smiles these days and Itachi nets most of those. It’s normal. It’s to be expected.
It’s what it is.
The pirate has business to attend to. He looks for Raine Sage to inform her of the information found during the mission that didn’t come up on the locked network. If he can’t find her, Albert will do just as well. Katara he looks for specifically to tell her in person that he’s getting married. Not to mention he wants to just spend time around family for a while. Other people are not avoided, but not precisely sought.
He does keep an eye out for Luke and Marco though. As well as Sasuke. Gai. Nagato. Konan. Various different reasons there, but he wouldn’t mind talking to them.
However the day goes, the close will find him waiting for Itachi silently on their couch. He’s holding a beach ball sized Room, and there’s a sense his Haki’s active. Not terribly out of the ordinary except for the leaf stuck to his forehead and a slow smile, perhaps the first of the day. Success in balancing the three arts finally.
It’s not much, but it’s something. He’ll take it.]
Action obviously
[And so he lurks.]
[A feathery blue sparkly fluff ball under a pile of leaves.]
[Waiting.]
[Lurking.]
[Oh he will find the right time to pounce all right.]
[Ufufufu.]
[He hasn't lived dealing with Robin's paranoia for the last two years without learning a thing or two you know --]
[Law is totally right behind him and not fooled by the leaves at all, isn't he?]
[Damn it! What is it? Is it the sparkles? HE CAN TONE THEM DOWN. Except he can't. Or won't. Because sparkles rule, you don't even know.]
[Well, wherever Law is, time to pounce(?) and give him the present!]
[Uh.]
[Now where is that present... under the leaves... hm...]
[This was not a well thought out plan.]
Obviously
Itachi's naturally sharpened those stealth skills and the ninja pirate is just waiting for his moment.]
Boo.
[Why pounce when you can cause the other to jump a mile high?]
1/5
[Okay more like falling down like feathers and leaves, what do you expect here?]
[Slow-mo turn around!!!]
2/5
[He says, still hovering mid-air.]
3/5
Darn, yoi. I was hoping to get the drop on you.
4/5
Happy birthday, yoi.
5/5
How did you find me anyway?
[Because obviously his disguise was flawless.]
1/2
2/2
[Amooooong other things. But you know, simplest explanations are best. And oh, are these for him? Gravitating right to them.]
You know I'm marrying into a ninja clan, right? I've had to up my game where detecting sneak attacks are concerned.
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Oh! These are for you. [He says like he totally handed them to Law personally. They include a very nice bottle of sake (of course), this obviously manly present, and a box of well wrapped cookies.]
Next time we play hide and seek I'll win, yoi.
[Manliest pirate fivever.]
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Well, all I have to say to that is I'll bring my A game. Can't make the win easy for you, after all.
[Because that's no fun at ALL.]
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[He has to keep his skills up to hunt down his vengeance recipients, after all. Although that's more the seeking than hiding.]
So how has your birthday been so far, eh?
[He's just gonna chill and become one with your hat. Totally normal.]
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[His gaze drops. Law's awfully subdued, isn't he?]
I've been mostly making business calls, really. I guess I'll see what the night brings.
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Aha. This means we can now initiate you into our special frazzled old pirates club. Rayleigh is the leading member. He went grey from Shanks and then passed that torch onto Benn. Poor Benn.
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Oh, there's a club? [That draws a very small smile.] Does this mean I'm now allowed to complain about all the young'ins out there?
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Aye. And it's practically an obligation to get irritated by all the whippersnappers who know nothing and get all over the New World's lawn.
Unless they have good potential.
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And all non-human species are always accepted. I would have invited Bepo, but he doesn't seem to get beleaguered, yoi.