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new_world_dr2019-02-17 07:30 pm
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[Video] With ash in your mouth, you'll ask it to burn again
[The SmartSnail comes on suddenly, and two jeering youths can be seen making obscene gestures and laughing at the phone they've found. They seem to be pleased with themselves, and their unpleasant adventure starts with flipping up their middle fingers and slapping their butts at the camera.
Ah, the joys of youth.] Finders keepers, bitches. Whoever dropped this? Your loss! We got new tech now! [They give up on selfie time, and decide to use the camera function to keep a record of their destruction. They drag knives into every surface, kick over anything in their path, and brag about their piracy prowess in slurred drunk voices as the continue.] Oh shit, what's that? Hey, can you see-" [The name of the person is slurred beyond being audible, and they pull out a flashlight and shine it into the distance. They drag the weak light jerkily over a wide area, but find themselves staring at a grave . The light hits the top of it at first, and they murmur and mumble in slurred voices about what they could do if they took it apart.] So this is where the sorry bastard ended up. Guess the stones are worth something if nothing el-[A high pitched shriek emits from one of the men as he shines the light from the top of the grave, and then down to a huddled figure shaking at the bottom of it. The figure's back is facing the camera, scarred grotesquely, and a soft noise emits from the direction they're sitting in as they slowly rock back and forth.] Shit. Just a drunk. Go home! We claimed this place! Get out![No response comes.] Fuck off, and go! [One of them comes closer, and tries to kick at the figure while the other laughs and films.
But as he does, the form ignites. And the camera is dropped, shutting off as it meets the ground hard.]
Ah, the joys of youth.] Finders keepers, bitches. Whoever dropped this? Your loss! We got new tech now! [They give up on selfie time, and decide to use the camera function to keep a record of their destruction. They drag knives into every surface, kick over anything in their path, and brag about their piracy prowess in slurred drunk voices as the continue.] Oh shit, what's that? Hey, can you see-" [The name of the person is slurred beyond being audible, and they pull out a flashlight and shine it into the distance. They drag the weak light jerkily over a wide area, but find themselves staring at a grave . The light hits the top of it at first, and they murmur and mumble in slurred voices about what they could do if they took it apart.] So this is where the sorry bastard ended up. Guess the stones are worth something if nothing el-[A high pitched shriek emits from one of the men as he shines the light from the top of the grave, and then down to a huddled figure shaking at the bottom of it. The figure's back is facing the camera, scarred grotesquely, and a soft noise emits from the direction they're sitting in as they slowly rock back and forth.] Shit. Just a drunk. Go home! We claimed this place! Get out![No response comes.] Fuck off, and go! [One of them comes closer, and tries to kick at the figure while the other laughs and films.
But as he does, the form ignites. And the camera is dropped, shutting off as it meets the ground hard.]
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Yeah... it's so big! The last time they updated posters I actually thought they'd dropped it cause I lost count of all the zeroes!
[Two years feels like forever, and there's so much that he wants Ace to be proud of him for, so that his mind is a kaleidoscope of memories, shimmering fragments of adventure and danger and wonder whirling about his head. How can he choose just one to let fall out of his mouth first? He just wants to bask in his brother's returned presence, and let eveything else fall by the wayside. ]
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[They're a mess, the two of them, all tear stained faces, runny noses and hearts ready to burst from happiness. And Ace is overwhelmed, in the best of ways. Mind spinning, manic joy rushing through him, and he swears he can do anything, anything at all. This is a second chance, if this horrible force called death can't keep them truly separated, what can manage to? Fuck the world, fuck the forces that are against him. They can't win.
He's still pretty confused overall, it's going to take some time for him to feel right again, but he's alive and Luffy's here and that's good enough for now. He can worry about what happened, the place he went to, the darkness that can't be remembered well or thought about without his stomach souring and his heart racing. He'll figure out what he's forgotten later, what he needs to do, and move on with a sense of power and victory.
Because he's alive.] You can tell me about it later. We'll eat and talk and figure it all out. [He sniffles again, but shakes it off this time. It's easier to when he's got Luffy to focus on.]
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Eat? Is there food around here somewhere?
[Best way to avoid deep and painful conversations, that. Dangle the prospect of food in front of the eternally voracious. But Luffy isn't letting go quite yet, either; holding tight to Ace, feeling him whole and solid and real is too intoxicating.]
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[Everything hurts. His mind hurts like it's been fractured at it's core, his body aches from wounds that have little evidence of their existence now, even his happiness is so intense that it's nearly agonizing. Making him feel like his heart is about to rip itself open just to have some relief.
So small talk, fun things, teasing and play and family are his focus. He can pull himself back further, as he lets Luffy cling to him and talks about food instead of pain and stress.
One step at a time. The grave. The Rise. And now recovery.]
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[It's said with the tone of an enormous concession -- because it is, this being Luffy. And he's grinning, making a joke of it, and just grinning because he can, because Ace is here and Ace is alive and somehow Luffy ended up right here so he could latch onto him and feel his solid reality.]
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[And unsure that it's really going to happen, but hey. He's used to food being stolen right off his plate, and he's been known to pull the same crap from time to time, especially in retaliation. And this is what helps, this stupid inane nonsense that means it's safe enough to relax a little. That it's okay to stop and breathe.]
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But Luffy's hold is relaxing a little now -- enough that they can move on from this spot in the dark, even if he's not letting go entirely. After all, there isn't food here.]
Just this once, though! I'm not gonna make a habit of it.
[Ace will have to fight him for breakfast. Just like old times.]
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If he wakes up on time, sure, it'll be a breakfast battle.]
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[And Luffy's just beaming, because he has his brother back, and apparently lightning does strike twice because he's gotten to have this huge good-heavy feeling twice.]
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[Oh god, it's going to be alright. It's really going to be alright. And that smile of Luffy's has him feeling like his heart is about to break, in a good way. He didn't even know it was possible to feel so much.]
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[Not even death, apparently. Speaking of which...]
OH!! I gotta tell you, Ace, listen, Sabo... he's still alive, too! I mean, he has been, he went away but the explosion, it didn't kill him.
[ASL are all in the world again, and this time, they have a chance to be really reunited.]
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[If death can't win, the two of them are going to cause so much hell of the world and any other they end up in. ]
Wait, what? He survived that? [He's not quite sure how to handle this, and he's excited and confused and still struggling with this whole back to life business. Hearing that makes him nervous as much as happy, because what if they're just all dead?
Dammit, no. He shakes his head, and waits for more information. Refusing to let himself sink into that place inside of him that's still reeling from the misery of the grave.] How do you know? Is he here? Is he okay?
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[Not finishing that sentence. That's not the important part. The important part is that all three of them are alive. They could, at least theoretically, be all three reunited again.]
We had to split up after Dressrosa cause he was doing Revolution stuff but he's okay! He's super badass too, and we made sure-- see, the Dressrosa thing, Mingo got ahold of your fruit, and he was gonna give it away, and me 'n' Sabo, we weren't gonna let just anyone take it. So he pretended to be me and joined the big tournament and got it!
[Skipped a few steps in there, Luffy.]
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[This is a lot to take in, okay. Luffy, take it easy. He's pretty impressed with what he's getting out of this, but he's still jerky and disoriented. He's not sure that he's really grasping this.] Shit, okay. It wasn't my fruit anymore, but you two did that? God, you're both crazy. It's not a bad thing, but... So okay, Fruit, Sabo, tournament? Luffy, I'm tired. Maybe we can try this again once I've eaten.
[He's not following very well, and the aching feeling is pulling in again, making his steps falter a little.]
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Oh, okay! Everything's better after food.
[That much, he totally gets.]
We'll find you the best food! Or the best that's here, anyway. Cause Sanji isn't here so it won't be the best best.
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... I dunno. We were all on Wano, but then I was here, and apparently things are weird.
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had a response half written and then chrome decided I didn't need it
It's all really messed up! But you're here, and that's the important part.
[He's not quite sure what to make of Marco, but the easiest answer to that is to shrug and let that part of Ace's comment pass by.]
Loads of food! That fixes everything. After dinner an' midnight snack and breakfast, everything'll look better.
Chrome pls
Hey, you being here is the important part to me.
[Better get used to it, he's gonna be around a lot Luffy.]
Yeah. Let's just go eat until we pass out. Tomorrow things will be better. And we'll really figure out what's going on.