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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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Don't think like that now. If it's important to you, it will definitely show up sooner or later.
[He's yet to be proven wrong on this, either. Given the look on his face, he thinks taking a little side trip in their tour is probably a good idea, too.]
Why don't we try it?
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[TO THE JEWELRY PILES EEEEEE~~
ADVENTURE
come along pirates]
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[And since it makes little sense to halt the tour until after they're done, considering there's things to see in between where they started in the square and where they're headed, Brook will point things out along the way!
There's the bar, and the welcome center, and the clinic, and a few other things back there that they passed that Brook promises to mention later if they walk back that way, including the restaurant (though he'll let Sanji talk about that one).
Once they actually make it to the shop, Brook will stop his chattering to hold open the door.]
After you, gentlemen!
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[Oh, thank you; he'll be looking around adjusting his hat, looking for differences in the store from yesterday. Not that what he was looking for would be an obvious change, but still. You never know what'll pop up. And while he won't find his ring, the pin is--surprisingly--lying in wait somewhere.]
Don't the malnosso ever think about just having a drop off spot for their new people? It's no good tossing people into the forest like they do...
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And be glad you woke up there instead of the shitty forest.
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I agree with Kotetsu-san. Though perhaps I have little room to complain! I woke up both here and outside in the forest a month ago.
[Yes, both places at once. But ooh, he found shinies in a box set up on the counter.]
Ah, here are some necklaces! Hm... but no rings or pins, it seems. They're bound to be somewhere about!
[/brb, diving over that counter]
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... Not even asking. More importantly, looking through a box over here!]
Maa, not a big fan of necklaces.
.... Maybe there's a box around here with a few necklaces—
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[Ooookay. This box has no pins. He scrunches his eyebrows and picks up one of the lovely... magazines... from the box. It may have a woman clad in a bikini on it. Looking very sensual.
`_____`]
Some boxes are a little too personal, I think.
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... And then, Kotetsu finds the porn stash.
/YOINKED.] Oi oi, you're a married man! [BUT HE'S NOT. 8Db]
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His panties sense is tingling.]
Eh? Where were those when we were here yesterday!
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[dfskjghdfjkh TAKING THAT BACK and slapping it into the box all huffy-like.]
Do that on your own time, you weird kid!
[Seriously what kind of man looks at sexy women in lingerie in a store--okay nevermind. But still! Guh!]
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We're still gonna help you find your pin and rin--
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Those glasses. [Holy shit, those shades are awesome.]
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They make me look cool, no?
[Patented rock star voice for that last line, oh yeah, baby. Also snatching the top magazine as he walks past. >>]
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They look like something Fire Emblem would wear.
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HEY!!]
Put that back! [... sigh.] You both should be past that magazine age by now...
[Fine, fine! I'll just go back to looking for my stuff. ;;]
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Oi, you think this place'll have your newest hit? [Not that Sanji bought/stole all of your albums or anything while running for his dignity on an island full of transvestites. That makes him sound like a fanboy. B|]
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You said it was a pin with a tree on it, right? [Guess what Sanji found in a corner of the porn box]
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[Or give a couple more live concerts, but who would want that. 8|a
Just taking a peek at the inside of the magazine... oh yes, he's keeping this one. It goes tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket before pouncing back over to the box.]
I think that he said that it was a Christmas tree! Is that right?
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Oooohooo, no way! He hops over and swipes up that pin excitedly. Have a hardy pat on the shoulder, Sanji, because he is a kid at Christmas.]
Oooooh! This is it!
[;~; my piiiin! He puts it on his vest, glowing with some weird sort of partner-pride. Damn straight.]
Aa, it's still as good as new, too!
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[Even if you found it because you wanted to read porn.]
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No, don't mention it. [He discreetly tucks away a prize for himself - Brook, we can totally trade later - and sets the box down]
Now just the ring, right?
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