driftfleet | 01 - Action/Video

Who: Dracule Mihawk and Anyone else.
Broadcast: Video - Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva.
When: Now.

[It's the annoying chill that stirs the swordsman from sleep, already frowning as he pulls back the sheets and cracks his neck once. Chill tends to stiffen one's body and bones. Now, as her rubs his face with a long yawn, Mihawk peers around at the unfamiliar space, the even more unfamiliar clothes, and his scowl only seems to set in place. He's not unfamiliar with being dragged from his home, his world and thrust into a whole other one on the whims of whatever nonsense that sees fit to haven him there, but there is one thing that is lacking the confined space he finds himself in.

One very large and exceptionally important thing.

At the very least his clothes and his cross necklace (doubling as a small, concealed knife) are inside the chest. After dressing, he sweeps up his communicator and easily flicks it on. He's had previous experience with gadgets like this, after all. He doesn't care where he is, how he got here, what his purpose for being here is. Mihawk has not a care about that frivolous bullshit, he just wants to know--]

Where is my sword?

[Later, after Mihawk has heard enough, he's gone to explore and to look for his sword. Regardless of what he's been told, he's not parting with Yoru so easily. One way or another he's getting it back. He doesn't look any angrier than usual as he prowls through the halls like a stalking wildcat, but the sheer presence of him, the sharpness that hides in the edges of his golden eyes...it's obvious Mihawk's not at all pleased with this so-called fine print. Not in the least.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Looking for something?

[That sure is a suit of armor with a teenage boy's voice you're talking to, Mihawk.]

[He has seen odder, by far. Though being called out at least has Mihawk stop his march and glance sideways. He's found out nothing, barely more than a basic layout of a singular hallway. Obnoxious, definitely, and it's done little to appease his bad mood.]

Correct. Though I'm beginning to think I'm walking a fool's path in vain.

[Al nods.]

Maybe I can help- what do you need?

Information. Is there an armory aboard this vessel? And if so, where?

[Mihawk half knows the answer, but he's hoping his assumption will be wrong. While he'd like to reunite with his sword, Yoru, he's not blind enough to realize that's going to happen soon. Atroma or whatever obviously doesn't want them armed, at least not with weapons they're familiar with. But even so, he will need a replacement eventually. Just until he does get his sword back.]

None that we've been able to find, unfortunately. Atroma- those are the people who brought you here- isn't big on us arming ourselves. The most you'd be able to find is a knife in the kitchen.

[Not wanting them to arm themselves...hrm, can't imagine why, after some unknown force pulls people to and fro from their worlds and homes without their permission and forces them to live out their lives in freaking space, of all places. 8\ But still, he wants his sword back. Mihawk feels strangely off balance without Yoru on his back, and he can feel the weightlessness setting in. It's extremely distressing to not have the presence of his blade for even a few hours - he's had her for half his life.]

I see... [That would be something, but he already has his knife - lucky enough to have kept it when he arrived. Maybe because of the fact it was concealed as his cross necklace? Who knows, but Mihawk's glad to at least have that.] In your time spent here, however long or short, has any one person found an item of theirs that was taken?

[He's not giving up on his sword. Not ever.]

I've heard people have, yes! I've not myself, since I've only been here a month or so... but I've heard people say that when we stop on planets, sometimes we can find or win things from home. I doubt that's going to happen on here on the Marsiva, though- again, we're pretty much being forced to relax.

[Ah, yes, another person telling him what he's learned already, but this is not necessarily a bad thing! It just means his search shouldn't continue on this ship, but outside it. On other planets. It's...not going to be easy, being patient, he feels so off kilter without his sword, but if people have been reunited with their belongings...it's some offering of hope, at least.]

So I've been told... Are you aware of when this ship will be docking again? What I have been told is that we make port on various planets every month, is that soon? [His sense of time kinda of went out the window when he got here.]

I'm not sure, no... Atroma's made themselves available to talk to a few times, but they don't seem keen on giving us any useful information. They stick pretty rigidly to their script of "hey, you all should be happy and working to win so you can get off".

[Fan-freaking-tastic. Mihawk doesn't buy that spiel for a second, either. "Winning" seems easier said than done, and letting them escape if they do? Please, that's a farce if he's ever heard one. He raises a brow lazily crossing his arms over his chest.]

And you believe they will release us if we win their "game"? [Seems like a lot of trouble to kidnap a bunch of people straight from other worlds, force them onto ships, only to let them go off willy-nilly when they win. Why not use people from this world? It'd be a lot less of a hassle...]

No. [And that no is without hesitation- because he's thinking the same thing. Why bother abducting people just to let them go, just like that?] Especially because they won't specifically tell us what we need to do to win. I'm sure keeping it vague allows them to move the goalposts back, so to speak, as they choose.

[Well that's good, someone who isn't lured in by the false promise of freedom. It's refreshing to know he isn't dealing with completely naive idiots on this ship, at the least. It also opens up more and more about how their captors operate - seems like secrets and misinformation is common...lovely. Not unexpected though.]

Indeed. There is no reason to return us if we are as amusing as they describe. [Why take away something so profitable? But that's enough talk, he's gotten more or less what he came for - information. Mihawk nods his head with a brief tip of his hat.] My thanks for the information. It was...insightful.

You're welcome. I wish I could give more details, but sharing whatever I can is still useful. Atroma isn't to be trusted, and I don't want to be their pawn.