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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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[And who should be a regular at the bar now but Richard. Tonight he's just sitting at the bar nursing a glass of red wine and not looking particularly talkative... so much so that he doesn't even notice the other man approaching.

Yeah, Sanji, if you want to get his attention, you're going to have to say something, because Richard's sort of lost in his own thoughts at the moment. He'd definitely appreciate a break from them, though.]

... Tch. I almost mistook you for a lady again, shithead. [No he didn't. If there's one thing Sanji can recognize after two years on an island full of transvestites, it's the actual female figure.

But hey, a greeting is a greeting. He smirk grows before Richard has a chance to reply]

[~~Too bad Sanji missed Richard actually wearing a dress. He'd likely never let him live it down.~~ But THAT'S a familiar voice, and Sanji doesn't get three words into that sentence before Richard lifts his head, a startled expression on his face as he turns around to look at the speaker.]

Sanji...?

Yo, Richard. [Don't mind if he takes a seat]

[There are about a million different phrases that come to Richard's mind at the moment. You're back. How long have you been here? Does Isamu know? How much do you remember?

But instead he just opts for a smile that, although genuinely happy, is also tired and laced with an underlying note of sadness.]

Welcome back, though I'm not sure "welcome" is quite the right word to use regarding Luceti.

[Doesn't Sanji know. But still, he'll take all welcomes in stride, even if they're bittersweet]

Heh. Well, I'm back whether I wanna be or not. [A shrug.] Might as well make the best of this shit.

[His eyes flick up, away from the table] How have you been?

That's all any of us really can do.

[The smile falters for a moment before it renews itself.] I'm surviving as well as I can. You just missed a great deal of excitement, you know. We all thought the moon was going to crash into Luceti.

... The moon.

[Okay, even by Straw Hat standards, that ranks pretty high on the WTF scale.]

Those bastards really went that far? [Tch, what is he asking? Of course they did. They always do. His teeth clench around his cigarette.]

Is that really a surprise?

[he shakes his head rather sharply at that, then leans back in his seat]

No. But it's been a while on my end... two years, I think.

Two years in your world? That is a long time. It was six months for me the last time I returned, and even that was jarring enough.

[he folds his arms at that, nodding in mild agreement. Jarring doesn't begin to cover it]

To be honest, I'm surprised I remember anything at all. [He glances behind him] Like waking straight up into some shitty dream.

Are your memories still somewhat fuzzy, but returning gradually?

That's what it feels like. There are still a few names I can't remember.

It was the same with me when I returned. I think you'll find that your memory will return more quickly once you encounter the people in question.

[His eyes soften slightly.]

... and there are some people you never really forget.

[The muscles in his jaw tighten quickly, before he swallows and forcibly relaxes back down. The statement hurt more than he'll show.]

Aa. [He closes his eyes for a second, voice level] Even when they're long gone.

In any case, you're probably right. Give me another few days and I'll have everything situated again.

[Richard makes a quiet noise of assent and nods his head, though it's such a subtle movement that it could just have been a trick of the light.

The ring that still remains on his finger, however, is not.]

We've kept Seventh Heaven in one piece for you, and I've even made sure that Isamu has behaved himself, experiments notwithstanding.

Glad to hear it. [The last of his tenseness gone, he offers a real grin]

Someone's gotta keep the kid in line.

[Richard chuckles softly.]

He's done his share of keeping me in line as well.

Oh? Never would have guessed. [Except yes, he would have.]

Even he has his useful moments at times.

[But his tone there is nothing if not affectionate. Quite affectionate, in fact.]

[Considering that Sanji watched a fair bit of Richard and Isamu's history unfold, he takes a certain amount of satisfaction hearing this]

Is he still living with you?

I don't think he could leave even if he wanted to. Asbel's taken something of a liking to him as well... he's even offered to help teach him how to fight.

[In mock surprise]

Shit, someone else is adopting the brat?

Are you saying that you want him back?

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