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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.)]

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[What better way to stop than a pile of things falling on your head, right? Looking for 'his things' sort of turned into picking up all the things, which were then piled up in his arms where they balance precariously.

Guess which way they're about to topple as Brook comes walking around a corner?]

O-Oh dear! [HE KNOWS SOMEONE WAS THERE, HE HEARD THE STOMPING.] Look out!

[There's only one person Sanji knows of who is that ridiculously tall with that voice. 8D

... And he's about to kill him with stuff. What a sad way to die]

O-OI!! [HO SHIT INCOMING. Dodge roll dodge roll!]

[It's be so embarrassing if you got taken out by a violin, Sanji. Luckily that's the one thing Brook manages to catch before the rest plummets.]

Y-Yohohoho... whoops.

[Oh well, none of it was his.]

[And it won't matter in a second because after flinching away from the crash, he catches a glimpse of just who that was.]

...Sanji-san!

WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, SHITHEAD.

[Oh yes, this is Sanji. A little more buff than last time, and with a caterpillar claiming residence over his top lip, but definitely Sanji. Did you miss his adoring rage, Brook?]

[YES. FOR ALL OF A MONTH. That look isn't news to him, and he's glad to be able to see it again, even if he shouldn't be.]

Sanji-san! [IGNORING YOUR RAGE. It's practically a sign of affection among nakama, like closing in on your personal space.] It's actually you this time! Oh, it does my heart well to see you again!

Even if I have no heart! YOHOHOHO!

[Hnnngh, you're so lucky you've distracted him with that odd comment... and that Sanji doesn't feel like tsunning at you anyway. HE MISSED YOU, BRO. He might have been fighting off crazy-ass fishmen with you a few hours ago, but the Luceti memories are coming in fast, and suddenly a few hours grows out to feel like a few months.]

Yeah yeah, skull joke. [A brief smirk as he picks himself off the floor] And what do you mean it's actually me this time?

[Better not be impostors roaming around.]

There was this fellow I spoke with the other day on the journals! His voice was so much like yours, it was uncanny! I nearly mistook him for you at first.

[Here, have a hand to help you up.]

That so... [he takes the hand absentmindedly.]

Tch, don't tell me the shithead looked like me, too.

No resemblance at all! Well, he did have a goatee as well, but it was a little better trimmed than yours.

[It's okay, Sanji, you still have the hypno eyebrow. 8Db]

Oi oi. [Twitch. HEY NOW HE WORKED HARD ON THIS THING. But he'll let that comment slide for now.]

So long as he doesn't go around impersonating me, I don't care.

He seemed nice! [So he doubts it.] But nevermind that! Have you been here long? I see that you haven't found your clothes just yet.

An hour or two... but forget the shitty clothes for a sec. [He nearly forgot why he's here]

Help me find a lighter in this crap.

Certainly! A lighter shouldn't be too difficult to find.

[....right?]

[Maybe if Sanji wasn't the biggest buttmonkey of his series and a cute, magical girl hadn't saddled him with a curse... then yes, it wouldn't be too difficult to find.

Seeing as that's not the case here... But lo! Not long after Brook offers his services, Sanji's eyes trail up to just the right spot]

Oh wait, I see one. [At the top of the shelf, a bit higher than he'd normally reach. Still, he sees no reason making Brook do the work. Sanji makes a swipe, hoping to at least knock it to the ground, but instead he hits the tip and it goes spiraling backwards in the air--

And hits a broom at just the right angle so that it shifts and falls towards Sanji--

And somehow manages to hook the handle of a bucket that had been bent over it, pulling it forward as well--

Which then splashes all its contents - paint. pink paint - onto a gaping chef who is so stuck in shock he can't even bother to wonder why there's fresh paint, in a bucket, balanced precariously on a shelf]

...

Hm? Where at-- Eek!

[Flailing away from that! It misses him at least.]

Sanji-san! Are you all right?

[The answer to this question is very important in regards to what he does next.]

... Nn.

[Sorry Brook. Sanji can't hear you over his hot pink goatee. Just. Gonna wipe some of the paint off his face >_>]

[Moving may as well answer that question. Definitely fine then!

...]

Yohohoho-ho-ho-ho!

[POINTING. YOU LOOK SO RIDICULOUS.]

I WILL KILL YOU, BASTARD.

[MAKING MENACING STEPS TOWARDS YOU. Which, really, is stupid. There's paint on the floor, Sanji! Don't you know you could slip on it like a banana peel and reel backwards, crashing into another shelf, where a second bucket awaits in the shadows to poor glitter on your head?

They're hot purple. To compliment this hot mess]

Can't... breathe... evenifIhavenolungsyohohohoho!

[SANJI, HE WOULD HELP YOU BUT HE CAN'T SEEM TO STOP ROLLING ON THE GROUND, LAUGHING.

Oh right there's still paint on the floor.]

BROOK. IT'S NOT FUNNY! [B| Kicking you so you end up skidding into that pink puddle. COME JOIN THE PARTY, MAN]

Y-You should see your- ack! [SKIDDING. Now he has a glittery pink stripe running up from the seat of his pants to the back of his afro.]

...

[Sanji's gonna get up, carefully pick his way over... and then flip you, linefacing the entire way.

There. Now you're matching on each side B|]

[ffff, just as he was picking himself back up! FACEPLANT.]

Blech! [He'll sit right back up, trying to scrape the paint off of his teeth... and still laughing all the while. Because this is fun, silly ~~and the paint totally has to be washable~~.]

Yohohoho! I really have missed you, Sanji-san!

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