deathsdoctor: (Serious | emo)
It’s funny how you fool yourself into thinking things will never end… )

Perona has gone home. She left letters and gifts for others. I’ll bring them around soon.

[Writing it makes it all the more final. Itachi will be worried by now and Law should return to him. Or he’s already out looking. The stars in the sky tell him it’s very late indeed.

On the way back, he forces himself to keep running through another set of names. Everyone he has left. He is the last, but he has to remember he is not alone.]





[The morning passes in a blur. He’s not sure of what he does except for bits and pieces. Passing out things, probably. Giving condolences. Tea. He definitely had tea. He visits Mister Leon for Specialist Davis’s Shift detecting glasses and mentions to him that he’s going down to the third level of the tunnels to explore.

Then he hits the Smithy to ask if anyone would like to go with him. After all, the third level looks to be a former mining complex.

It’s a temporary escape and only that. And then he has to start dealing. Start marching forward and face it all head on. Somehow.

Law doesn’t expect to find anything big down there, but who knows. It’s doubtful that Luceti is out of surprises.]
deathsdoctor: (Neutral | Hidden face\Heavy decisions (p)
As we all set sail to the ends of the sea … )

[Filtered 100% from Marco (Its action for you)]

I’m sorry to inform you that Sanji, Miss Robin, and Miss Vivi have left Luceti and now we’re absent the Strawhat crew. Sanji left letters for some of you. I’ll be delivering them tomorrow. Wish them good sailing.

And I have a favour to ask one of his good friends on behalf of him. His cat Pumpkin needs someone to care for her. Would one of you mind taking her in?

[And then it’s done and there’s nothing left for him in the house. Nothing but memories and ghosts of the pirates who lived there.]

See you in the New World.

[The journal clicks off. Law shuts the door, and carries Pumpkin and the letters out, past the mikan and sakura trees planted out from, to House 22, then CH3, then the bar. Leaves House 6 behind.

… leaves it behind with the Strawhat flag finally flying high outside.]
deathsdoctor: (Serious | emo)
[It finally came.

As they knew both it would. Had felt it coming in the wind for weeks.

They had been home together. And then something in the air turned bad, brushed against his senses, and he paused, going grey in the face. Put down the mug he was drying. And turned.

To see Bepo, looking just as unsettled. And suddenly… oh god… suddenly… Law felt himself in motion. Get to his nakama. Grab him. Keep him here. No. NOT YET.

NO! DON’T TAKE HIS NAKAMA FROM HIM!

“Captain! I’m sorry!”

And then… as his fingers touch fur. And feel the warmth of his closest nakama.

Then…

Gone.

Snatched away as he was reaching out.

And then the world went black and the next thing Trafalgar Law knew was the sensation of his knees crashing to hit floor. Everything was cold.

He doesn’t know how long he stayed there like that. Perhaps hours. Probably hours. And then he gets to his feet and begins a slow, methodical sweep of the house. Bepo’s presence has been wiped clean. Bed nest – gone. Clothes – gone. Bits of fur that always collected in the shower – gone.

Drink. He needs a -

There’s Romulan Ale in the liquor cabinet.

When he finally addresses the network, there’s no life left in his voice. It might as well be a dead man speaking. Dead and numbed and slightly slurred for those sharp enough to hear:]


For those who knew him, Bepo has been returned home.

[And he shuts the journal. He’ll reply later. He does not want to hear ‘I’m sorry’ right now.

‘I’m sorry’ will haunt him the rest of his days here.]

005

Mar. 24th, 2011 06:16 pm
deathsdoctor: (Misc | Heart Pirates)
[In light of recent developements... namely Mister Strawhat declaring war more or less on Yuber and Nu, the normal routine has been shaken up slightly.

He's up on the roof of CH2 for his morning warmup longer than usual... just concentrating on movement and manipulation of filial magic. The tenseness just doesn't leave... nor does the feeling of restlessness. Anyone coming to the roof will likely catch him there until a nagging sense of time compels him downstairs to make breakfast.

Breakfast and a meeting of sorts. Though it's entirely unsuprising to him this has happened (and would be to Bepo, as he informed him of what occured on the draft), still this is something that has to be discussed. He begins frying up steak and eggs, and puts the coffee on.

Today, like so many days, he's going to be living on it.

Then he sharpens his sword, and heads out to town to gauge the mood and learn what can be learned. Just hanging around, watching. For those of you who know he was in charge of the Medical center during the draft (and therefore probably knows something about what went on), feel free to bug him for details about the circumstances that lead to Nu being pummeled into the fountain. He will likely not give many, but, who knows?

Depending on who you are, you may end up with a better grasp on the events that led up to this.]

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