Donquixote Rosinante (
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In times of darkness and chaos, Dressrosa's doors open for all of the lost and weary. If you are in need of medical care, food, protection or rescue, you need just ask. And one of our airships will come for you.
All are welcome. All are valuable.
All are welcome. All are valuable.
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[ Doffy stares at this post for a long time. ]
[ He's going through a lot of wine while reading the network and the news these days. ]
[ The first thing he does is call his reconnaissance division and make this their main priority effective immediately. ]
[ The second thing he does is down a third bottle of wine. ]
[ The third thing, about two hours after this goes up, is respond. ]
The realities that seem to be meeting in convergence here are certainly highly variable. This is the first I've heard of one where you have a seat of command in Dressrosa.
[ In between the lines: What the actual fuck. ]
[Private and secured FOREVER] BIG BROTHER~!!!!
But Law is gone, and his mind is spinning, and his precious brother who has been gone forever is texting him. Why had Doffy gone away?
Oh, that's right. He killed him. Turning his cells against him, leaving him to die miserably over several years of a cancer-like hell that even his best traits couldn't fix. He had to, he had to. Doflamingo was a monster, he never could be fixed, nothing Rosinante did ever made him right.
It wasn't murder, it was euthanasia. But that didn't make the choice any easier. Without his precious Law to stabilize him, he's out of control. The staff desperately trying to hold him down, the doctor that Law trained personally to see to Rosiante's needs when he was away unable to settle him with words or offers of comfort. After smashing a priceless vase, and injuring himself badly on it, they finally sedated him.
And once he woke up, he had a glass of wine, and decide that he had to reply.]
I missed you. It's been years! Are you the king, in your world?
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[ Doffy has to take a breath. Has to have another drink. ]
[ This is a very different conversation already than he had days ago. ]
I am. Dressrosa required liberation.
[ It's a technically completely honest and absolutely a completely Doflamingo answer. ]
[ He pauses, considering just how secure this den den network could possibly be. ]
It's been years, hm? Did you pull the trigger first?
[ No. There's no medium safe enough for I miss you. ]
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[He doesn't quite know what to think of his comment, though. What trigger? Why would he say such a thing? He feels like he's missing something important, so he pushes forward. And after a moment sends a second text.] I don't know what you're talking about. Did someone try to harm you? [It's funny how that makes his stomach turn, despite being the one that killed his brother.] Did your Rosinante?
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[ This isn't fair. ]
[ Doflamingo would laugh to hear himself, to hear anyone else, anyone lower, lamenting in this way. But all he can do is pour as much sangria onto the tablecloth as he does into his glass and swallow the alcohol and the ice and the saturated fruits all the same when he pounds the glass down. ]
[ Rosinante, glad for him. ]
[ It could be, must be, as much bullshit as he usually doles out, but that doesn't stop the words from appearing on his screen. ]
[ He needs to kill something. ]
It's not important.
[ He needs this Rosinante to not try to kill his. ]
[ ... ]
[ He absolutely needs not to examine that line of thinking. ]
Why has it been years for you?
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It's silly to him though. Any time someone gets dangerous or in the way of what's good for the world, a random disease hits. He would have suspected himself long ago, honestly.]
Dressrosa was easy for him to take. But disease ran rampant. And even my precious brother was not immune from it's destruction. All of the royals of Dressrosa fell to the same miserable sickness. Doffy, my Doffy, just had it worse. And survived and suffered far longer than the rest.