001↠ Action/Voice

[concasse]

[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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[goldenglasses]

[Vash sits up and rubs at his head.] You didn't have to kick me so hard. That really hurt!

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

You're alive, aren't you? [Because that's what's important!]

[goldenglasses]

Oh gee, thanks. You're really a good friend. So glad you're back.

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

Glad to be back. [Grinning so wide]

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, [He finally stands back up.] I am too.

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[It's a statement that means a lot coming from his friend, and settles much of the anxiety being in Luceti brings. For now, he thinks, he can put his problems aside for a later time.]

And since I am back, feel like filling me in?

[goldenglasses]

Well, you were lucky enough to miss Halloween. No silly costumes this year, but the moon did fall and I think it crushed everyone? I don't know, I don't really remember. Right as it hit everyone I've talked to passed out and woke up shortly after and everything was back to normal.

[Said, oh-so casually. Just an everyday thing for Luceti.]

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[Maybe, but falling moons just strikes Sanji as excessive.

Then again, so do falling ships onto islands. Maybe he shouldn't question this.]

So I missed the shitty party. [Darn.] Everyone alright, at least?

[goldenglasses]

Well, maybe not all of it, but I think you should catch up with Wolfwood or Milly first.

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

Something the matter with them?

[goldenglasses]

Nothing wrong. I just think they can explain it a little better is all!

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

If you say so. [He'll put them both on the top of the list]

[goldenglasses]

I do say so! [And so does his "I know something you don't know" grin.]

But anyway, settling back in well and everything? [You know, the type of thing a friend SHOULD ask first rather than complaining about the lost of his donuts.]

[odastillhatesme.livejournal.com]

[He will resist to kick that look off your face out of sullenness]

As much as I can manage. At least you shitheads didn't rearrange anything while I was out.

[goldenglasses]

Nope! Still have everything standing and in one piece! Well, except for the moon falling, but it's back where it's suppose to be now. So all's well that ends well!