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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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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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Had a tough day, I take it.
[He's familiar with the look, at least. You and your eyebrows.]
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[Odd, that he's being so honest right from the start. Or maybe that's to be expected. There are many, many memories to sort through, and people gone... People taken away by the Malnosso. So many shitty things to remember. Faces. Places. Relationships.
He holds the offered cigarette between his lips, but doesn't take a puff yet. Instead he lets it burn.]
Never thought I'd wind up here again.
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[But his smile is sympathetic.]
I hope you found all your girls, before you parked yourself in here.
[You know what he means. He's aware of your daughters and sisters. All 5,000,000 of them.]
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Still surprised no one punched me yet.
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... And it's a mustache, bastard!!
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Look he is brightening your spirits.
Or making you mad.
Either/or, it's better than how you looked when he first came in.]</small?
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[Someone heard the news, man. |D He'll express his congratulations later, after he's done waving a menacing foot in your direction]
1/2
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[And he swerves in his seat to give the man a deviously evil stare]
Bet you would've left that shitty detail out, idiot. Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon, on the beach or something?
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Hey, hey, give me a break here! Just because I've wed people before doesn't mean I'm very good at this. Besides, it was a... spur of the moment thing. I'll make sure we do something a little nicer later.
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What a time to pop the question, preacher. [he exhales a breath of smoke]
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Well, I didn't really plan for it. But it made her happy, and it's not like I wasn't planning on doing it eventually. Might as well go for it, right?
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[He smirks lightly, staring ahead] Never seen Milly-chan light up like that before. Not bad, Wolf.
[Total approval. 8|b]
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I'm glad to see you again, too. Shithead.
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You should. Milly-chan recruited me for a certain cake.
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See, this is why I became your friend, right here.
[nudge, nudge |D]
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