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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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Though why they wouldn't take them further down the timeline-- he refuses to think about the nasty implications of that.]
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It only leaves her more worried as to what may happen.]
It must have been really important, then... from the point in time you and your crew were taken from. [She hasn't even asked, had she? What was happening...
...should she?]
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I'd hope so. We're back together after a two year gap.
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Huh? W-Why? Why were all of you separated?
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And after some deliberating, Sanji slaps on a filter - a very weak filter for him, mind. It will take a few weeks to hit his previous stride. Thankfully, the information isn't that sensitive.]
Nami-san never told you? Some shithead sent every one of us flying to a different island. [pausing] ... And then Luffy decided we should train by ourselves for two years, so we'd be prepared for the New World.
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And besides, she's already left with a ton of questions.]
Flying? To different islands? ...all of you!? But-- how!?!
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Turns out he was doing us a favor; I doubt even Luffy would've lasted long in the New World the way he was.
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There's a lot I don't know about your world, isn't there? Devil Fruit... New World? I've never heard of these until now... but they all sound pretty dangerous.
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Noel-chan, Luffy has a Devil Fruit. That's why he's made of rubber, remember?
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[He pauses, in a way that's nearly awkward]
In any case, we're all fine now, danger or not. [And he smiles, very eager like always]
I'd much rather hear about Noel-chan's adventures~!!
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...but she's too hesitant. Maybe she's overreacting. But why did he say it was not important when...?]
Well... you know how it's been here-- same old, same old. Brook was brought back here a short while after you left, but... the Malnosso didn't pick the greatest time for him to return.
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The moon, right? [He's heard. That, along with the masks, sounds like it topped last year's celebration] Bastards outdid themselves. And I thought last year's was bad.
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Everyone seems to be taking it pretty well, though.
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Moving on is how you survive.