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[It is cold. It is so freaking damn cold out up this mountain, even by the standards of a North Blue native…]
( [ … even in a cosy cave, where a crackling fire makes things seem even cosier. It’s finally where Trafalgar Law can reflect on the trials of the day: beginning with nearly freezing to death because the bastards (whoever they are) stole his clothes, hearing strange but helpful not!voices in his head, clawing his way through the mountains. And the drugs. The damned insane drugs. Until the reappearance of a certain something drove home the point that drugs were perhaps the thing he should be least concerned with.] )
[Which brings us back to this: It is cold. It is so freaking damn cold out up on this here mountain, even by the standards of a North Blue native, even with a fire, and the window displaying the feed from the journal occasionally seems to be shivering. There is light flickering in the background, visible as the journal’s pages are flipped, but a face doesn’t come into view, just yet. Whoever’s on the other end is trying to make sense of all this, and right now ‘sense’ means sitting down and listening to you talk on this crazy den den book. Finally though, he’s had enough…]
[VOICE:]
Luceti? …is that what this place is called? But where exactly is it? I’ve never heard of any place like this before.
[It’s mildly said, but… answers. He wants answers. You can hear it vibrating in the inflection of his tone.
Can you really blame him?]
((OOC: Putting this up tonight. Will answer tags tomorrow evening after work.))
( [ … even in a cosy cave, where a crackling fire makes things seem even cosier. It’s finally where Trafalgar Law can reflect on the trials of the day: beginning with nearly freezing to death because the bastards (whoever they are) stole his clothes, hearing strange but helpful not!voices in his head, clawing his way through the mountains. And the drugs. The damned insane drugs. Until the reappearance of a certain something drove home the point that drugs were perhaps the thing he should be least concerned with.] )
[Which brings us back to this: It is cold. It is so freaking damn cold out up on this here mountain, even by the standards of a North Blue native, even with a fire, and the window displaying the feed from the journal occasionally seems to be shivering. There is light flickering in the background, visible as the journal’s pages are flipped, but a face doesn’t come into view, just yet. Whoever’s on the other end is trying to make sense of all this, and right now ‘sense’ means sitting down and listening to you talk on this crazy den den book. Finally though, he’s had enough…]
[VOICE:]
Luceti? …is that what this place is called? But where exactly is it? I’ve never heard of any place like this before.
[It’s mildly said, but… answers. He wants answers. You can hear it vibrating in the inflection of his tone.
Can you really blame him?]
((OOC: Putting this up tonight. Will answer tags tomorrow evening after work.))
