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001↠ Action/Voice
[There is something extraordinarily jarring about finding yourself in a chilled, unfamiliar forest, when two seconds ago you were under the sea, fighting off a legion of crazed fishmen. The blonde man clad in the usual New Feather's garb is none too pleased with this switch once he gathers his bearings, and he sets off in a direction that might be right, straining to hear any sounds of battle, only half-mindful of the journal he hasn't ditched yet. The hows and whys can wait until he's back with his crew.
He'll come across the town, eventually, once a certain child skipping school sets him straight. And it will feel like the longest half hour of Sanji's life, hearing what she says to him -- and once she's safely back home and past her tears, he's going to... head straight to the grocery.
Cigarettes. Need them. Now. He flies through a pack of the damn things before grabbing another, shoving it into a flimsy pocket like it's his last sane lifeline. It might as well be. Navigating back home (...home), along an all-too familiar path, makes his head and chest hurt from the seeping memories.
Heh, what a load of shitty bull. He doesn't want to be here. Except he sorta does. Maybe. And damn, it'd be nice if he could make up his mind.
There will be no such luck today. He goes home, combing the house for available crew members; any kind of anchor and stability. And after that, there's the clothing shop for his suits. Then Seventh Heaven. Then tracking down every person his memory supplies a name for - Xion. Miyabi. Sayo. Katara. Vash. Wolfwood. Isamu. Shit how many are there? - until his head feels too full and he goes to collapse at the bar around evening. Only then does the journal open.]
... Oi. [Fuck, where does one begin? Let's start with a name] It's Sanji. [Pause, and then with tired ire] Guess you shitheads aren't rid of me yet.
[ooc: If you think Sanji would look for your character... then he would probably look for your character. XD So yeah. << RUN INTO HIM ANYWHERE, previous CR or otherwise! He's all over town, and I care not for these things called continuity and time (save for who finds him in the forest - that honor goes to Elicia.)]
He'll come across the town, eventually, once a certain child skipping school sets him straight. And it will feel like the longest half hour of Sanji's life, hearing what she says to him -- and once she's safely back home and past her tears, he's going to... head straight to the grocery.
Cigarettes. Need them. Now. He flies through a pack of the damn things before grabbing another, shoving it into a flimsy pocket like it's his last sane lifeline. It might as well be. Navigating back home (...home), along an all-too familiar path, makes his head and chest hurt from the seeping memories.
Heh, what a load of shitty bull. He doesn't want to be here. Except he sorta does. Maybe. And damn, it'd be nice if he could make up his mind.
There will be no such luck today. He goes home, combing the house for available crew members; any kind of anchor and stability. And after that, there's the clothing shop for his suits. Then Seventh Heaven. Then tracking down every person his memory supplies a name for - Xion. Miyabi. Sayo. Katara. Vash. Wolfwood. Isamu. Shit how many are there? - until his head feels too full and he goes to collapse at the bar around evening. Only then does the journal open.]
... Oi. [Fuck, where does one begin? Let's start with a name] It's Sanji. [Pause, and then with tired ire] Guess you shitheads aren't rid of me yet.
[ooc: If you think Sanji would look for your character... then he would probably look for your character. XD So yeah. << RUN INTO HIM ANYWHERE, previous CR or otherwise! He's all over town, and I care not for these things called continuity and time (save for who finds him in the forest - that honor goes to Elicia.)]
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Yeah, it's me. [a bit of a smile... and then, after a pause]
I swear you've gotten more beautiful, Milly-chan~!
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This is all so damn confusing.
While he figures - knows - that someone's in the kitchen, the path to getting there is hardly straight-forward. He finds a chair and sits in it, stares at the ceiling in a way his memory finds ironic. He glances at the stairs that lead to the upstairs level - what was it called again? - then at the booths. The tables. The few people eating and chatting to themselves... It's like he never left.
And after those five minutes of quiet observation, Sanji stands up and pushes the chair back in place, slips his hands into his pockets, and heads over for the kitchen. He spots a man with light hair, back turned - What's his name? Should remember it.]
... Oi. [He doesn't approach completely, choosing rather to remain stationary by the wall.] What are you making?
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[Action] hope you're ready for this. i warned you.
But it did. And that meant that someone important to her had returned. Her stomach clenches with excitement and she wastes no time, running toward the direction the needle pointed. She hoped mama wouldn't be mad at her, because—because...
Papa!! Big Bro—they're waiting, they gotta be waiting—!!
And it's only when the needle lets her reach her destination that she skids to a stop in the thick under-foliage, breathing heavy with both hands gripping her 'map', determined scowl on her face.
Staring at Sanji, not quite coming to grips that it really was him, that it wasn't all just a weird daydream or a nightmare.]
Big bro...!
[Action] ... ;; HNNNGH
He stares too, tensed up and unsure of why there is a human kid on what should be a fishman island. A slave? That's the first logical jump, but she is dressed in good clothes and hasn't shied from the sight of him.
... Big bro, huh? That hurts. Stirs something. God knows why.]
Uh... [A small, unsure smile, to start with. He squats down to her level] Little Miss, I don't suppose you know where exactly this is, huh?
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[Action] no really man
She's felt... stronger. Much stronger than she can remember being.
She hums a little tune, adjusting her bandanna and returning to the back to start preparing more tea for lingering customers. Carefully taking leaves from one pot, a few herbs from this, mixing and grinding them... It's a wonderful-smelling environment, she thinks. It reminds her of home. Of something natural.
... of a lot of things...
Eyes closed, she sniffs the air and smiles to herself, calling out to the sound of footsteps approaching the back, as she herself starts toward them wiping her hands and focused down at them contently.]
Sheena-san, I think we're running low on green leaves...
[Action] IT'S OKAY MY BODY IS SOMEWHAT READY... ISH.
[Sheena isn't the one to answer her. The voice comes from a man; a sheepish-looking one, blonde hair and a goatee, who's been biding his time outside and nearly chewed up a cigarette rather than smoke it properly.
This one... he remembers her name. That he forgot in the first place is a piece of shame he'll harbor for weeks. But at least, right now, he can try to smile, and hope a blank stare isn't his reply.
... He's hoping for too much, isn't he?] I know you might not, ah... remember-- but that's alright! [He's hasty to add that in] It's been a while, after all.
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[action] tl;dr ;;
Xion had been trying -- so, so hard -- to cope with the loss of one of her best friends. Of her dad, her actual and only dad. It was like he'd died. It was -- that bad -- maybe worse -- worse than actual death, here in Luceti. People, at least, came back from that. But when they left Luceti, they didn't always come back. and if they came back, they didn't always remember. And they didn't especially remember broken little memory constructs, puppets, monsters that could barely even be said to really exist.
She had tried so, so hard to be strong. To be brave. To move on. To pretend she'd be okay, pretend so, so hard she started to believe it. She'd promised Sayo, and Nami -- she'd cried all over Axel, and Roxas, and maybe made the think she'd be okay when that couldn't have been further from the truth -- she'd forgotten how to smile -- she'd wanted to live for him. for both of them. She'd sworn it. She'd sworn to herself through a haze of tears so hard she'd wanted to throw up that even if they couldn't see her, even if they couldn't remember, she'd be so strong and she'd make them so, so proud of her. She'd learn -- somehow -- to move on, to keep living -- without that one man she'd come to rely on so much.
Yet there he is. On the road, near her home. Almost like he'd been looking. Searching. Maybe in her dreams, he'd do that. Of course she'd dreamed about it -- that he hadn't gone, that it hadn't been real, that Luceti hadn't once again ripped her still-beating heart right out of her chest --
Xion doesn't know what to do. You left. You left me. You were gone, you went home. I was supposed to be strong without you. I don't know what to do ... if you're ...
Am I awake? Or am I still dreaming....?
Numb hands fumble and drop her school bag, which tumbles to the ground with a soft thump. She doesn't hear the sound, doesn't notice - it's swallowed by the thundering in her chest, by the mere sight of him. He looks different. Older. And Xion stares at him with such wide eyes, her face very pale, and tries to force herself to -- to wake up. Because this ... this isn't real. It can't be real.
There's no way her dad has come back. ]
[action] /climbs up for air to read this... oh jesus. /drowns self again 1/2
He fucked up. There's no two ways around this. Luceti didn't make him throw out precious expectations to impressionable girls would who be crushed if he left. No no, that's all his mistake. If she doesn't punch him on sight like she should, he'll give himself a concussion just to balance out the negative karma.
The falling bag hitting dirt breaks his concentration, and he spares a semi-interested glance to the side... before his body freezes still.
And suddenly, he doesn't feel ready anymore. A voice demands he move already, go apologize. There she is, idiot. Think of how long she's been waiting! But the order doesn't reach his feet. It doesn't even reach his chest. He keeps forgetting to take a breath.
-- Still so damn short, huh? And pretty. Two years away and it's like he's staring at a young woman, now, not exactly the girl from his memories. He wonders. Are you still going to school? Are you still dating Luke? That little bastard hasn't proposed to you yet, has he?
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And she really can't help the childish fit of glee at the moment. Luceti might suck but it's so much easier to get through with friends around you.]
Sanjiiiiii! It's Seeeeelphieeee~! ♥
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Selphie-chan~!! It's been so long, my blossom~!
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[Action] - I CAN DO IT, TOO.
No, she's not...in any condition to really try painting with color. Perhaps one single color, or black ink, but no more than that. No...today she's playing her flute. The person she must have become when the moon was coming down, it was that golden haired man. She remembered the hat he wore. It was gone now, but...maybe she could play his song...he had a flute, a lot like hers. It's taken her a while to figure out (the damn notes were so fast), but she thinks she's got it (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKvQrY7-49M).
A few deer even come to listen and graze at the hill, eating their fill before the snow comes. The approach of someone from far away has the animals lifting their heads, ears swiveling left and right, before they take flight back into the forest. Their departure makes the girl blink in confusion, stop her music, and slide down from the branches.]
What's gotten them so scared? [She sighs, then crouches down to her paint set.] They better not have broken my brush or ink pots...
[Even if they were almost useless to her now. Her confidence was lower than the grubs in the earth by now. But still, it'd only be two more months. Two months...and she could see her beautiful world again. All the people she loved, too, and finally, finally make a painting she could be proud of. These things now...they were just empty drawings. Hopeful means of making art when she could not. Miyabi lifts the one she had been working on, stares at it for a long, long time, then begins crumpling it up into a ball angrily. She wants to paint again, she wants to see like she should, it's not fair! Why did they have to take that away from her?! They could have taken something else! Though, with a wry smirk, Miyabi knows the Malnosso took almost everything from her now, those bastards. With all her might, she hurls the little paper ball as far as it can go.
...Before picking up a brush, and starting again.]
[Action] omg that music is so beautiful
It's on his way to the Trigun house that he hears it - music. The tune doesn't strike him as one he knows, but it's pleasant and light, filled with a stranger's nostalgia. Even on his self-inflicted time limit, curiosity eggs him on until the cherry tree sits in plain view.
And first thing Sanji sees upon his approach, once the music has stopped? A very familiar figure, hurling a crumpled ball away from her. The excited cry in his throat dies, the arm lifted in greeting freezes. He waits there, and watches her settle back down to paint again. If she's upset...
... Well, no harm in being creative, he decides.
Luceti puts a dampening on strength, but not so much speed. So Sanji puts those leg muscles to work, slipping quietly over to where the ball of paper sits, rejected in the grass. He picks it up, opens it as softly as he can, an eyebrow arched soon after. He admits he doesn't know shit about art, but--]
I dunno, Miyabi-chan. [He looks up, an earnest smile hidden by his casualness] I really like this one.
[Action] 1/2 the entire soundtrack is. |D ...all 4 CDs worth.
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Oh Sanji, you're rubbing off on him.He lets out a light sigh before replying. But he does sound happy.]
Hey, Sanji. Welcome back.
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I'd say I'm glad to be back, but... [Well, he could say it and be telling the truth, is his current problem.]
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[voice] SEE? NORMAL.
[voice] I KNOW. WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.
[voice] THE MADNESS OF MANLY MEN
[voice] /MANLY EYEBROW FLEX
[voice] NO FAIRY. CURLY EYEBROWSMAKE IT COOLER.
[voice] /SUNGLASSES. Deal with it.
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Your pick if you want this before or after he makes it to grocery/clothes shop!
Oh, you beautiful cake made of honey and spiced with pumpkin! You're smelling extra, special tasty today! You seem like the perfect round piece of heaven to start with! [Chomp!]
AHHHHH! I was right! [Are those tears in his eyes?] Super tasty!
/does it after the clothing trip 8Db
Sanji accidentally runs into the poor bastard, still caught in his Oh-God-I'm-Back-In-This-Shithole daze.]
Aah... sorry about-- [He glances up, pauses, and blinks a few times]
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[Voice] my internet died :^| you still have more.
Eeh--You're 'Sanji'?
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What the heck, you really do sound like him. :|a]
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You need something, shithead? [He sounds less imposing than usual, thanks to that curious note in his voice. Um. Who are you and why does it feel like he's talking to himself?]
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He pulls a cigarette, lighting it for himself before sitting down next to him, puffing a few times.]
Nice goatee.
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He doesn't even bother with replies. Sanji slowly stirs himself into a more suitable position (instead of draping half his chest over the counter), and holds out his hand in quiet demand.
You know what he wants. Now gimme.]
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[Voice] SORRY FOR DROWNING YOU. I'LL TRY TO MAKE THIS THREAD QUICK THOUGH!
Sanji...!
[Voice] B| /chains you here
Sorry I'm late.
[Voice] Ffffff /chained
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Yeah, Sanji, if you want to get his attention, you're going to have to say something, because Richard's sort of lost in his own thoughts at the moment. He'd definitely appreciate a break from them, though.]
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[He's happy to see you, Sanji. Really.]
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Aah, I know you? [He sighs through his teeth and rubs the bridge of his nose]
Just give me a sec, alright? There's a lot I still need to remember.
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[Why yes, Ven is in a cheery mood. It's always nice to see someone come back with memories, and Sanji's a pretty cool guy.]
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He knows you. He swears. But shit, a name isn't coming yet. Time to bullshit for a little while.]
Ah, thanks.
How have you been?
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[ The sound of a shattering plate rings through the communicator, followed by a long silence.]
S-S...Sanji-chin?
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Neh, Keimi-chan. I'm back.
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So rather than sitting around and twiddling his thumbs, Brook is in the item shop for most of the day, looking to see if any more of his things have shown up.]
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Yes, it's a long shot. And he should be more concerned with tracking down his wayward nakama, who weren't around to greet him at the house. But he's gonna need a shitload of nicotine to get him through the day.]
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That's the first thought that flies through Luke's head, anyway. The second is that Xion will be very happy to see him, if she hasn't already. Luke isn't as close to Sanji as he is to Yuri, but he's happy to hear from him, too.
He finally swallows that lemonade he had taken an extra large gulp of thanks to hearing that voice, and he sets down the glass as he smiles, then shakes his head and looks down at the journal.]
You sure don't sound happy about it.
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About landing in this shithole again? [He doesn't have the best memories of Luceti; it probably shows in his tone. But his voice grows distant, with nostalgic fondness] Oh, I'm sure you guys will help me get over it.
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[voice] NOPE NOT LATE
But there he was. Noel blinks once, fighting back that momentary hesitation as questions begin to cloud her thoughts. She almost doesn't even know how to react-- kind of like with Makoto. She's so happy to see you again, but... well, now you're just trapped again with the rest of them.
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I guess they were missing you, too.
[voice] YES YOU ARE. B| /penalizes
[He smile grows after hearing that voice] Noel-chan~
[voice] ;___________;
[voice] ... lmfao oh god this is what I get for editing that last icon
[voice] ...ROFL. Oh, dear.
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...I'd say welcome back, but I'm not sure you're happy to be back. [Which doesn't matter to him because it'll make Xion happy, at least. That's all Roxas cares about.]
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She doesn't know how to deal with this.
She just came to peace with all their absences and now that Sanji's back, and he remembers, she can't help but hope.... but hurt all over again.]
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[She begins washing tomatoes for the sauce, humming absently. She knows she's no Sanji or Terracotta, but she thinks she's been managing pretty well, considering.]
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When he drops by the area that should be his room, in the hopes of finding a shirt, instead he finds a kitchen, elongated and built full with cabinets, counter space, and appliances. It's impressive enough that he halts and appreciates the view because damn, Franky outdid himself. Something to be thankful about now that he's back.
And then his attention finally draws up to notice who is in the kitchen, and cooking, no less. His eyes widen.]
... Vivi-chan? [He voices more surprise than he probably should. There aren't many women he knows with blue hair who'd live in a pirate's house. But it's been two years (right?), and on top of all the other shocks of today, he's gonna need a moment to comprehend this]
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