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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.)]
[action]
It was a long month.
[ Her voice is quiet. A little rough around the edges. She can barely think about Halloween without wanting to cry.
The whole month was a haze of grief for her.
But she won't tell him that. Best let him think it's mostly Halloween. ]
Do you remember what happened on Halloween last year?
[action]
[He pinches his eyes closed for concentration.] Something about a ball, right? And... fog. [Screams and sobs in the night. Hallucinations] A feather snatcher. [Paranoia. Fear. And suddenly he stiffens at the sudden chill on his skin.
Watching himself stab everyone he cared for]
... I remember some of it now.
[action]
What did she make him remember? ]
I .... Sanji, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ....
[action]
No no, it wasn't anything that bad! [The lingering emotions are one thing, but he's still has two-- no, three years between that and now]
I would've remembered eventually.
[action]
She stays silent, lost in her thoughts. ]
[action]
... What happened this Halloween? [He's heard from Vivi already, but now he wants to hear her version]
[action]
But the mild surprise on her face fades when she looks at him, and turns to sadness. She knows she can't keep this secret from him, but it's still hard to talk about. Very hard. ]
... can we sit down somewhere first? ... where no one else will hear?
[action]
Not that it contains any personality quite yet. The desks are barren of books or trinkets, the bed covered by a flat, unimpressive blanket. It's the usual Luceti fare for a New Feather.
Once she's inside, he closes the door and motions towards the bed, taking a seat on it himself.]
[action]
I'll have to get you something to put on your walls. Or at least some sort of keepsake. It's so empty in here.
[ Of course it is, but ... she shakes her head and sits down beside him, looking up into his face for a long, quiet moment. ]
... Sanji ... I really do feel kind of bad that one of the first things I'm doing when you get back is telling you how bad Halloween was. [ Her smile turns crooked. ] Are you sure you don't want to talk about or do something else? It can always wait.
[action]
... I know it can wait. [Xion has a point. His expression probably says as much]
But I wanna know what's happened to you while I've been away, good and bad. [He folds his hands on his open lap] So there's no better time than now, right?