fresh out of chapter 767

[soundlessheart]

[ written in a shaky handwriting on a paper that might be a bit blood-splattered ]

Where's Law? Is he safe?

[ always the priority. a pause, then scribbles in ]

Any plans?

[ the paper promptly bursts into flames. and maybe part of his coat. oops. ]

Comments

Late tag is late, but I couldn't not comment on this.

[frostythesnowpheasant]

[He knows who this is. Not personally, odds are low they ever met. But he's read the files Sengoku kept, and now that he's in the position he's in it pays to know ones enemy... or friend. the line is vague, nowadays.

But nonetheless: He knows the name Rosinante Donquijote. He knows the fate that befell him, and even went to the burial. And yet, here he is. Fresh off the boat, so to speak, and apparently ignorant of what has come to pass...

Also, on fire. That's not so good. Here, let Kuzan just lean in and uh. Put that fire out with a little ice.]

Careful there, mister.

np!

[soundlessheart]

[ likewise, Rosinante knows Kuzan, if only by face and name. hanging around Sengoku-san (and so also constantly barged in by Garp-san) made him familiar enough with the current ranking officers before he went on his undercover stint. plus, the ice ability is pretty memorable.

it's a little too soon after Vergo, but there's no need for the mute act here. Rosinante nods at Kuzan. ]

Thanks. Careful usually is my middle name.

[ now watch him trip over his own feet and land on his ass. ]

[frostythesnowpheasant]

[... Yeah. Yeah that's pretty much what he recalls from the reports. Now would be a great time to lean down and offer him a hand, but. Well. "Lasy justice" isn't just a title, it's a lifestyle. You can't just abandon it all willy-nilly now, can you?]

That would make for quite a long one, wouldn't it?

[He's been around long enough to know that you have to be careful around here- one persons present is another persons future, but even the past can be a messy question of "when". But if he talks he's probably already out of the picture, sooo...]

Then again... I don't pretend to know the naming conventions of Tenryuubito.

[soundlessheart]

[ he doesn't mind the lack of helping hand, being far too used to this happening. the mention of the Tenryuubito, however, made Rosinante stiffen; both for the sharp, unexpected reminder of the last time that information was used against him and his family, and alarm that the Vice Admiral would mention it suddenly.

Rosinante gets to his feet, dusting off his clothes as best as he can ]

Long? Maybe so, but I feel like it adds charm to it. [ it's been years since he's last done it, but he gives the proper salute anyway ] As for the other thing, I wouldn't know either, Vice Admiral Kuzan. Though I noted there's a trend for near unpronounceable names in recent years, sir.

[ whether or not Kuzan has been informed about Rosinante's mission is irrelevant here; the mission is compromised and so is he, and now he's just a Marine commander facing a superior officer. nothing more or less. (and that bit where he'd planned to defect after stealing the Ope-Ope fruit? best not mention that here either) ]

[frostythesnowpheasant]

[And there's something HE hasn't seen in a while (and which it has been years since he's done as well)- few men salute him these days.]

At ease, Commander Donquijote. There's not much use for titles for men like us, anymore.

[yeah- if there's someone here who WON'T care much for little things like defection, it would be Kuzan. This pheasant already had its wings plucked, but... should he really tell him that? Hell, should he even tell him that he's dead? This wasn't really a very common situation, after all...]

[soundlessheart]

[ he obeys, but continues carefully observing the older man before him, noting the differences between this Kuzan and the last time he saw the man back in HQ. that statement could mean several things, and Rosinante isn't sure he likes any of their implications.

Dead men certainly don't. Retirees, if they don't want it. And then there's defectors, among other things. I know which I am, but--

[ he feels around his coat for his cigarette pack, sticks one to his lips, and offers another to Kuzan ]

Honestly? I'm having trouble imagining you to be any of those.

ooc: seriously, how did I not notice before? I should check here more often. also, I'm in the middle

[notnapoleon]

[ooc: of canon reviewing, so didn't plan to rp yet for another few weeks, but muse would kill me if I didn't comment, so, hi. hope you don't mind voice-testing. :D ][/ooc]

C-Cora-san?!

[and that's stammered out really loudly before any semblance of thinking can kick in. But now that he's trying to think, first of all, what is this place and how is he here and how is Cora-san here, which would be a more pressing question...

and yes, he might've been tired in the middle of fighting Doflamingo, but certainly not exhausted enough to pass out and dream of Cora-san.

Or hallucinate. Whichever. Though Law would like to believe that if he ever did hallucinate Cora-san in such an important moment, it'd be something... well, a bit more serious.]

[and that might even get him feeling embarassed on Cora-san's behalf, though not for long, as the next question catches him off-guard.]

[Safe, huh? And for a second he's not even sure how to answer.]

2/2

[notnapoleon]

As for your question... I'm currently twenty six years old.

[Somebody could think that's not an answer to this question at all, but for Law, who once never expected to live past thirteen, that's the most meaningful and thorough answer he can give, unless he decided to summarize everything that happened in the last thirteen years. So he doesn't even stop to wonder whether Cora-san would understand.]

1/2

[soundlessheart]

[ there are several unexpected things here. Rosinante's not dead, for one. indeed, if not for the blood in his clothes, he feels completely healthy. as if he's not beaten to an inch of his life and got fatally wounded by gunshots from his own brother. (that one's expected; he never believed Doffy wouldn't pull the trigger on him too, if Doffy could murder their own father in cold blood. Rosinante's just sorry he's had to lie to Law yet again for it)

and then here's a man answering his questions as if he is Law. looking like Law too once he got older, Rosinante supposes, which Law'll be able to do now that he's got the Ope-Ope Fruit and he got out of the island safely-- ]

2/2

[soundlessheart]

[ -- S H O C K !! ]

You've grown up!!?


(ooc: hi! I'm in the same situation tbh. still getting used to the muse but he got too noisy ( ironically :'D) )

[notnapoleon]

That's what people tend to do if given time, yes.

[a part of him feels smug... now I can impress Cora-san, but most of him still doesn't believe that this moment is really happening. It's as if he's Lamie and somebody's telling him that there's a festival right now to cheer him up.

But if this dream will vanish in a second, well, isn't that all the more reason to savour it? He should be confident enough in his sanity to just let himself go with it for a few minutes and only then wake up, right?]

Though you're still taller.

[soundlessheart]

[ 'if given time' and they almost ran out of it, hadn't they? Rosinante almost failed to give Law the chance to live, to grow up to be this man standing in front of him. he made it, though; Law lived, is living, alive.

Rosinante's gratefulness is so great, it feels like choking him. so he coughs, spats his cigarette, and lights up another one. absently patting the flame where it's starting to smoke in his coat.

well. for all the mystery and surprises of this place, Law snarking at him is at least familiar. once a brat, always a brat. ]

You're not very portable now. That's a bit sad.

[notnapoleon]

Hey, I can make myself perfectly portable with the fruit you gave me. For example, if this wasn't a dream like it must be, I wouldn't mind giving you my heart in a box. For, let's say a few weeks, or years. It'd be much safer with you then with me. Do you want to see?

[And he's not a child any longer, he doesn't need to be 'portable', thank you very much. If he knew he's not dreaming, he'd be annoyed by that 'portable' comment. What is he, a cat?]

[soundlessheart]

[ he has enough knowledge on how the Ope-Ope fruit works, but Law being too casual about putting his own heart in a box and sending it off is still damn unnerving. ]

Oi, Law! There's no need to go that far. [ Rosinante hooks an arm over Law's shoulders and gives his hair a rough ruffle, with a wide grin on his face ] You're bigger, but I bet I can still toss you high up in the air. Look how scrawny you are! Are you even eating properly!?

[ he pauses, giving Law a look ]

You think this is a dream?

sl....ides in here late to the party holy shit also uhh some sort of combo i guess

[bisections]

[ what ]

[bisections]

[ dad im 26 and what is this ]

[bisections]

[ okay law breathe and try not to look so damned shocked I don't have enough icons for this ]

[bisections]

[ when law thinks about it he really shouldn't be surprised at all; it hardly is as if he doesn't already know what the place is capable of (understanding it, however, is a different matter entirely) - yet as nonplussed as law had been speaking to his younger self, all of that subdued composure is nowhere to be found here and now. ]

5/5 done WITH APOLOGIES TO YOUR INBOX BTW

[bisections]

You haven't changed a bit, Cora-san.

[ even as the words come out of his mouth it all sounds stupid - the dead don't change; they'd be the last to, of all things in this world, forever the same in the memories of those who still remember them.

nothing much else to be said at this point, though, because law's a bit too overwhelmed to go on any further that he might be shaking - corazon is here, still with all the fussing and that damnable, endearing clumsiness, things he'd never thought he'd see again. not in this lifetime, at least. ]

hey np! also combos are fun so no worries for my inbox :')

[soundlessheart]

[ Rosinante stares at the man talking to him for a long minute, before moving closer, close enough to take Law's face in his hands and starts inspecting it, tilting his head from side to side (and maybe pulling and squeezing his cheeks a little just because) ]

A-amazing...!! You really do look like Law all grown up! [ and healthy too, with no white patches visible in his skin! he gets a little teary, the way he easily could only in Law's presence ] What an unexpected kindness from the afterlife!

[ oh and btw, he might've forgotten his coat is still on fire. ]

aww ye also I just need to say I VERY NEARLY TAGGED YOU WITH DOFFY INSTEAD 1/2

[watel]

That's because it is me, I --

also same person here; need more icon space hhh

[watel]

[ but corazon YOUR FUCKING COAT ]

AT LEAST PUT THE FIRE OUT FIRST, CORA-SAN!!

DOFFY!!?!! LET ME KICK YOUR FAC-- ehem 1/2

[soundlessheart]

Oh.

[ pats casually at the flames, like it happens everyday (it does) ]

I-- probably need more myself. this icon is too murderous for this

[soundlessheart]

Oi!! Who do you think you're kidding here!!?

Law is just a tiny brat! [ pause ] Much tinier than you anyway.

[watel]

Heh, you're right. [ a tiny brat who'd been given the chance to live. every day he reminds himself how long it's been since he'd been saved; doesn't make it any easier getting it out. he owes every hour, every second of his life to this man. ] It's been 13 years, Cora-san. I've had some time to grow.