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[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.)]

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Oi now. It's not my damn fault you guys left the shitty door open.

Remind me to slam it into your ass on the way out next time.

Try it and see what happens.

And is that any way to go about talking to your ex-boss, shithead?

The only way. Otherwise you might take advantage of me.

...Good to hear you again, you bastard.

Heh, as if you could get rid of me that easily. [Nevermind he shouldn't want to be back. Whatever, he's just glad to see his bros again]

You better not have been slackin' off while I was out.

Dude, I slacked off when you were here.

[This is mostly a lie.]

We remodeled the whole place while you were gone, by the way. It's an all male strip club now.

[he knows that's a joke but oh god]

Why the hell a male strip club?

[... He'll get his priorities in order, just wait on it]

Well you did have Richard as an employee...

And I had you too, unless there's something you need to share.

... In any case. I somehow doubt Richard's stupid enough to mess with my restaurant even while I'm gone.

He can be forceful, man. You'd be surprised.

But nah, the place is fine. It misses you, or something equally saccharine.

Know what? I'll take your word for it.

Hn. [A brief grin] I'm just glad you guys kept it up and running.

Well, you know. We expected someone would drag you back sooner or later.

Tch, that's a lot of faith to be having in those shitty Malnosso.

Who said I figured the Malnosso would be the ones doing it?

In that case, there are nicer ways to make me come back besides dumping me in the forest during winter.

Hey, don't look at me. I didn't do it.

Close enough. [YOU ALL MISSED HIM ENOUGH TO DO IT.]

Don't you usually blow enough hot air to keep yourself warm anyway?

Edited 2011-11-11 07:32 (UTC)

Watch it, brat!!

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Actually, the entire thing was Isamu's idea in the first place. You should be proud of him-- he's become the most hard-working employee while you were away.

[TAKE THAT AS YOU WILL.]

[a;lskdjfa;shdf those are some horrendous mental images and he hates you for them, Richard]

I don't need to know that, shithead!

...Richard, you're an ass.

[He loves both of you too.]

It's nothing to be ashamed of, Isamu. Seventh Heaven is more popular than ever now thanks to you.

Richard, you're fired.

[B|]

Is that any way to treat a faithful employee?