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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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When he drops by the area that should be his room, in the hopes of finding a shirt, instead he finds a kitchen, elongated and built full with cabinets, counter space, and appliances. It's impressive enough that he halts and appreciates the view because damn, Franky outdid himself. Something to be thankful about now that he's back.
And then his attention finally draws up to notice who is in the kitchen, and cooking, no less. His eyes widen.]
... Vivi-chan? [He voices more surprise than he probably should. There aren't many women he knows with blue hair who'd live in a pirate's house. But it's been two years (right?), and on top of all the other shocks of today, he's gonna need a moment to comprehend this]
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[There's a moment of confusion once her eyes find him. He's wearing the standard new feather garb, and he's...reversed? ...oh, no, his hair is just swept to the opposite side. She faintly registers some other differences as well, but that can wait. Right now there are more urgent matters of business to attend to, like. Rushing over and throwing her arms around him in a hug. Yep, that's happening.]
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... But all things in consideration, that's probably the best greeting he could get.]
Haha, you're still here! [Is it a crime that he's happy? She's the first crew member he's seen all day, and a welcome anchor to his thoughts]
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[But...oh. Those differences in his appearance register in her mind, and it clicks into place.] ...but it's been longer for you, hasn't it? [She begins to pull back to get a proper look at him.]
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But I haven't been here since... [Since he was 21, is what he wants to say, which can't be right. That's his age now. Two whole years' worth of memories and experiences shouldn't be able to manifest out of nothing.
And yet he's here, already having been remembered by a child and nakama alike. Shit. Some of his enthusiasm wanes in the face of an oncoming headache] It's been two years. [A small laugh] Can you believe it?
[He can't. Not completely. Not yet.]
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[She takes a moment to really get a good look at him. His hair is the most immediately obvious difference, and one she imagines will take a little getting used to, but the eyebrow is the biggest surprise. She never would have guessed that one in a million years, Sanji.]
[She gives him a soft smile.] You changed your hair.
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[And there's a reason Sanji hid it for so many years. He knows you've noticed, Vivi, but that's okay. Let's talk hair.]
Yeees~! I thought a change would be fitting for the New World~! ... [*_*] A fresh start with real women~!!
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[She laughs fondly at his enthusiasm, though it reminds her of something Nami said. He'd been training somewhere with no women?] It looks good!
[Vivi studies his face again, still struck by the strangeness of the situation--the changes in his appearance are a firm reminder that even though it hasn't been long since she saw him last, for him it's been two years. If she finds it odd, she can't imagine how strange it must be for him. She's thankful he remembers Luceti, at least; it makes things a lot easier.]
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But positives, Sanji. Focus on those. You're going to need them with your head swimming in information. He takes a seat near the table, leaned over with his hands loosely folded]
Nothing happened while I've been gone? [It rolls off his tongue in an odd way, like he's still attempting to bind together two years against a month, and only marginally succeeding]
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[A loud snap of grease pops on the stove, and Vivi is distracted for a moment as she rushes to the forgotten meat browning on the burner. She turns down the heat and uses a spatula to flip the still-pink bits to the bottom of the pan, pondering what to tell him. Of course things've happened while Sanji's been away; it's Luceti, after all. In the end, Vivi decides to skip over things like, oh, the moon falling, and just relays the other piece of information she knows he won't want to hear, but will want to know about.]
They took Nami-san. [Again.]
[[ooc: just moving this over here so we can have all our threads on DW!]]