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Feb. 16th, 2019 09:00 pm
silent_king: (The juniper bends)
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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.

Date: 2019-02-22 04:48 am (UTC)
callada: (solo soy distractor)
From: [personal profile] callada
[The answer he expected, then. Not the answer he'd hoped for, though. With his power and status and magic, what if he had grown up in a more stable situation, with a loving, intact, alive family? What if?]

Yeah. It was the same for me. Doffy ran off, and I... went the other way.

[Certainly a turbulent time. He stoops down to grab up a tangled ball of fishing line and adds it to his collection. The rest of those details are things he won't ask for. They can be volunteered, but he knows how much he went through just trying to get over that tragedy in his younger years so that he could become stable, capable, and strong. Glancing over at the guy beside him - he must not have ever joined the Marines. There's no way, right? But the military service had done him personally a world of good. Put him in control of his memories, rather than let himself be shackled by them.]

I haven't spoken to Sengoku in months. Sometimes I feel like I should call him up.

Date: 2019-02-22 05:23 am (UTC)
callada: (/mic drop)
From: [personal profile] callada
You don't need to justify it. I know how shitty things were back then - whoa! Hey, you can do that too?

[He's watching the fishing line, thinking about telling the guy why he can't actually just up and call Sengoku, about to say something either way but not sure what, when his toe catches on a washed-up branch and he's flung to the ground. The box doesn't fare well in the fall, as some of the boards crack under the impact of being sandwiched between wrack and his arm, but Rosinante meanwhile pulls himself up to his knees and spits out sand, then grabs his sunglasses back up from where they fell. Damn, they're scratched already now. Good enough to use, though.]

I'm good. Thanks for fixing the line, that was gonna take an hour or two.

[Let's just spend the next few seconds picking things up to cover for getting over that jarring fall, that one actually hurt thanks to the box.]

Date: 2019-02-22 06:00 am (UTC)
callada: (me abandonó sin avisar)
From: [personal profile] callada
[With everything back in place, he stands, glances over at the note, and then wedges the mop handle between the slats of the box, helping stabilize it even though it makes it harder to fit longish objects in it. It's just too wobbly without, now. Must have really knocked a few of those nails loose when the wood cracked. But it's all right, better than nothing, and he continues on.]

Yeah, I really want to try it! Maybe after we get something to eat. How did you learn it at first?

Date: 2019-02-22 06:24 am (UTC)
callada: (recuerdos de su condición)
From: [personal profile] callada
Way back then, huh? That's lucky.

[He can't even manage haki. Here's this version of him who can slice mangoes and untangle knots and make pens and paper write for him. Small, simple, but really handy. And yet the very basics of his own world's near-equivalent escape him. His devil fruit, too - after seeing all the things that have nothing to do with medical science that Law can do with his, it has started to make him wonder. What could he be doing with his that he isn't? Why doesn't it come to him with greater ease?

If he ever runs into Law, these are things he will bring up. This version of himself seems well-intentioned enough, but it's an easy act to pull and so he'll remain cautious about telling about too many of his own hidden strengths and weaknesses for now.]


Anyway, I was going to ask about Sengoku before I fell. How long ago did you and him part ways?

Date: 2019-02-22 06:05 pm (UTC)
callada: (sit and wait a while)
From: [personal profile] callada
[Nine years?! He almost falls again but catches himself at the last second so that it's merely a stumble. Even though he hasn't seen Sengoku in person in a couple years now - it being too hard to get away for a rendezvous in person while undercover - at least he spoke to the man a little over a week or so ago. And that feels like forever. It's why, even after his betrayal, he's considering calling. God, the man must be mourning him, preparing his funeral - what a horrible realization. It stops him in his tracks, as he looks down at the sand and the junk brought in by the tide without really seeing any of it.

But it's only a momentary pause, easily attributed to nearly falling, and he shifts the weight in his arms and continues.]


Must've been hard. For both of you, I mean. Do you ever think about reaching out or is it out of the question now?

Date: 2019-02-23 12:21 am (UTC)
callada: (solo soy distractor)
From: [personal profile] callada
[A few steps, another glance at the paper, until eventually his counterpart finishes his paper. It's hard to hear - or, well, read - the news of their falling-out.

If he calls, he will be hunted. He doesn't expect acceptance, but he wants to talk. He wants to be forgiven, mostly, but he doesn't anticipate that happening when what he did probably set the Marines back deeply and hurt Sengoku personally. And it occurs to him then too that Sengoku may not be mourning at all - he might have done so thirteen years ago, and if he could speak with Law without calling for his arrest, maybe he will at least grant Rosinante the favor of a simple call. In the wake of all that's been happening, it must have occurred to him that he could be out here. Some version of him. It will be a shock but not a complete ridiculous miracle that he's alive and well.]


Part of me is optimistic that in my situation it would go differently. But I guess I don't know for sure. I still think of him as a father. I hope he still considers me his son.

Date: 2019-02-23 02:04 am (UTC)
callada: (at least I laugh at myself)
From: [personal profile] callada
[Wow. No, he certainly didn't do any of that. Talk about a violent exit strategy. But it's also good to know for interacting with this version of him, because he personally still has a lot of sympathy toward the Marines. No, they're not perfect. They've done some awful things in the name of helping the people that he's not so sure were right to justify. But the fact remains that their mission of peace and stability, of helping those in need, matches well with his own personal goals. Besides, everyone has done awful things they regret. Himself included.

While his own grin isn't quite as radiant as the other's, he does offer a smile in return. Yeah, he's had to make awful situations into light ones to get by. Once he told Law one of those white patches looked like a sheep, as if he was watching clouds. What? Have to laugh sometimes, or what good is life at all?]


You've convinced me. I'll have to find someone who knows how to reach him now, which could be hard. I heard he's retired, so the number I have won't work. But I'll figure it out.

[Neat, here's another tangled mass of fishing gear, too. This one has lost the hook, but there's a wooden bobber on it which is a helpful little find.]

Let me know if you see a hook. Or a dark-colored shell.

Date: 2019-02-23 03:54 am (UTC)
callada: (honestly the shock of it all)
From: [personal profile] callada
[Oof, he's lucky he didn't jab himself with that hook. He's already bleeding enough. Rosinante turns, then walks toward him and sets the box down to claim the hook from his outstretched fingers. He won't worry about the fall just yet, seeing as how it's probably just as normal for his double as it is for him.]

Wow, this is really nice, I didn't think about reshaping metal. Thanks! Tons better than carving one out of shell.

[He knots the hook on the end of one of the neatly-coiled lines, pulling it tight between hand and teeth, then buries the sharp tip in the wood to keep from losing it or causing any injury.

It's a shame he doesn't have a handkerchief or anything, but he waits patiently as he stands.]


Need a hand?

Date: 2019-02-23 04:25 am (UTC)
callada: (me abandonó sin avisar)
From: [personal profile] callada
I'm glad. Here, we can set up just down by those mangroves over there. Might find crabs there too, actually.

[Further down the coastline, the beach thins and is overtaken by the massive roots that keep the water still and deep at the mouth of a river as it enters the sea. There will be bigger fish there than here in the waves, or so he hopes. If not fish, then crabs. Maybe a snake. Hopefully the other guy can wait just a little longer for food.]

D'you like sushi?

Date: 2019-02-23 04:56 am (UTC)
callada: (te convierto y miento y luego sonrio)
From: [personal profile] callada
Good, that cuts down on the time spent smelling food while it's cooking and dreaming about eating it.

[He grins, stumbles a few times on his way to the mangroves, but it's nothing he can't recover from. Ah, to be young and incredibly durable.

Once near the edge of the deep green river of trees but still a good few yards away, he taps himself on the chest with a single word of "Calm", then sets the box down without a single rattle of its contents. If there are crabs here, he needs to get them before they bolt; they're so much more timid than fish. They react quickly to shifting light patterns so he's certainly not perfectly stealthy, but the lack of sound helps. Some of the smaller crabs, maroon with bright white claws, skitter away and hide in the roots as he steps forward, but the one he reaches for is higher up and wedged between the trunk and a branch. Before it can launch itself down into the brackish water he grabs it. A palm-sized snack for someone his size, but tasty enough, and after a few minutes back and forth he has three more in the box, all captured without a sound. They grab at each other, ignorant of their approaching demise, and Rosinante grins as he taps himself again to cancel the silence.]


Do you think you can get a fire started? These probably aren't any good raw but we can just grill them.

Date: 2019-02-23 05:25 am (UTC)
callada: (stop and savor the cigarettes)
From: [personal profile] callada
Magic again, huh?

[Handy, but the guy looks worn out. Maybe it's just the fall, the blood. He's impressed, and sounds it, but slightly concerned as well.

Oh well, food will come soon enough. With that fire going, he pulls out his knife and whittles a nearby mangrove stick into a skewer. Back at his crab collection, he quickly and methodically puts each one out of its misery and guts them, then spears all four onto the stick and lays it across the fire.]


Soon as you can see that meat inside where I took the shells off going from translucent to white, you should just go ahead and eat. Won't take long, they're small. I'll get us something bigger.

[And then it's back off to the mangrove thicket, with crab guts for bait and his hook, line, and bobber. He ties one end of the line to a branch, and lets it sit while he goes off exploring for anything else. A couple crabs and a couple fish still won't be much of a meal for both of them, but it's enough for one and he's eaten recently enough where he'll make sure the other Rosinante is full first.

He'll be back in a few. Hopefully the other guy doesn't somehow burn himself before he returns.]

Date: 2019-02-23 05:53 am (UTC)
callada: (smile like you actually mean it)
From: [personal profile] callada
[The water is still, and that's frustrating. If it were a faster-flowing river he could wade, maybe even try to spearfish or dig for clams, but stepping into that molasses-slow estuary might instead mean never coming out again. He perches on the bank and prepares his makeshift spear while eyeing the curious nibbles at his line.

Something else is attracted to the smell of crab - not what's on his hook but what he left on the bank to use for future catches. He hears the rustle and stays still and quiet, partly obscured by mangrove roots and saplings. Not a snake like he had thought, but a lizard - a huge one, just over half his size. He waits, lets it get invested in eating the pile of bait and lower its guard, then stretches his full length with the spear in hand and pins the thing into the sand before it can escape. Boy does it fight him, though, and he grabs it by the tail right before it can run off, injured but alive.

Incidental catches end up being more profitable than the fishing, given his makeshift gear, but he returns twenty minutes later with two carp on the line, strung by the gills, and the now-cleaned monitor lizard dangling from his other hand. Everything is covered in sand, thanks to an unwelcome face-first collision with the beach on his way back, but he's beaming like a kid who won his first trout derby. Pleased to see, too, that some of the crabs have been devoured.]


Brought you something.

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you did the right thing lmao

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back at you tbh

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