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[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.]

[The apartment is stuffy today, he doesn’t have anything requiring his attention anywhere else, except for ingredients for pemmican cakes, and it is quiet. So, so quiet. Two months in this hellhole is already approaching and it is hard to be patient and wait for an opportunity for freedom. Because there is always a chance. Even after years and years.

(He always told his idiots to shut up when it carried on too far, and now all he wants is the sounds of their voices echoing off armoured hull plates. He had such a noisy boat, and though the hunt for One Piece was hard, they had been together and they had been happy often more than not.)

The memories of that blurred out weekend still remain tauntingly out of reach… but now in his heart of hearts he knows what could be the only thing that could cause that kind of ache.

Perhaps Monkey D. Luffy, you were right. You never said anything at the time, but he still felt your disagreement. But still… he can’t wish them here to this.

He can only resolve to grow stronger for their sake should they come anyway. Because it was not only the Golden Age of Pirates that had shattered at Marineford. No, he can hear the flatline for quite a few others as well. But it will take time for others to see that the patient is well and truly dead.

Because the balance of strength could shift at any moment in Luceti and take away what small advantages he has. He is a Supernova, and he is more powerful than most of his immediate concerns here (though badly outnumbered), but the experiment with that blasted musical showed him too well what could be. Or will.

It also showed him what he could be. Left with him the imprints of the general direction he needs to take. He might not take the same exact path to get there, but he would get there all the same.

And most simply because he is still Captain of the Heart Pirates. And should his nakama come, he needs to protect them. Because that is what a Captain does.]

[So out today at the grocery store, in and out of Community Building Two, or on the edge of the forest well away from most people training. The closest to solitude he can get or so he thinks. Feel free to prove him wrong.

Those who catch him in the forest may find him doing one of several things depending on when they catch him. Meditating, practicing his swordsmanship, and further practicing his skills with the filial magic Kipinn and Tsinku granted him. Seeing if he can contact Nala. He’s heard snatches of her around and felt her warmth and friendliness, but he’s never quite held on long enough to talk to her. She’s willing though. That he knows.

But it’s mostly the swordsmanship though. The experiment’s lessons have stuck. Focus on the things that can’t be taken away so easily and that come within, but don’t ignore the ones that can be gained.

The practice with Devil Fruit powers will come at another time. He has a new technique in mind. But he needs to find something suitable to test it on, and utter privacy, instead of close enough.

You can’t do everything in a day, you know.]

[Blissfully unaware of Admirals stalking the village in search of him, Trafalgar Law is taking a few hours away from nosing around the village and through the journals... though it’s still open – he likes to listen to the background noise from the book. Today he must attend to some of life’s tedious domestic necessities. Mainly cleaning the apartment, cooking dinner, and sitting down on the couch to alter some new shirts and sweaters to accommodate his wings.

Boring, but it’s not going to get done by itself.

Sword maintenance comes next on the list, and that’s when the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise as he sights down the blade looking for imperfections and fractures. It’s a loud day for the journals, what with the floods of new arrivals (and no voices of crew yet), but he’s got the uneasy feeling the fun’s about to visit him in turn. 8| ]

… it’s really going crazy out there…

[… a really uneasy feeling.]

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