Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk (
dualcross) wrote in
driftfleet2015-11-21 01:18 pm
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.]
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.]

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Maybe someday we could duel.
[He's got no illusions about his chance of victory, obviously. Not in his physical condition. But who wouldn't go for the opportunity to cross blades with someone who claims to be the best of their world?]
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You are either very bold, or very careless, young man... I will not play with you - if we fight, you must stake your very life on my defeat. [He chuckles again, this conversation sounds so familiar, like he's had it time and time again. It never ceases to amaze him how eager even the smallest child is to throw themselves at him. Is it courage? Naivete? Or something more?] What is you name?
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...But yeah, okay, that's fair. In his current state, outside of VRMMOs, a fight would be pretty laughable. Still, how could he not ask? He'd be a poor swordsman if he didn't bother to try. In other words, very bold and very careless.]
Kirito.
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I will remember it. [That is a promise.] My name is Dracule Mihawk.
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[Dracula Mohawk? THAT'S EASY TO REMEMBER]
So, not to be presumptuous or anything, but- how do you train if you'll only fight life-and-death battles? Isn't it easier to work with a partner?
[Okay, maybe a little presumptuous.
you're a solo player Kirito it isn't that weird]no subject
FOURONE TIME!!!With another curl of his lips, Mihawk puts up a hand to stop Kirito, shaking his head slowly. Seems there was a misunderstanding here. Or perhaps poor word choice.]
Do not think I kill every man and woman that faces me - I have had a multitude of people of all ages dare to raise a blade to me, even children. Most were after my head, my life, and my title, but others were simply testing their mettle against mine...or enamored by the tales told of the World's Greatest Swordsman. [Those were usually the kids he happened upon, shouting and stomping around excitedly, declaring they'd stand above him one day. Noisy brats, some of them, and he soon put them in their place as well with a decent whack with the flat of his blade, but others had fire in their eyes, the true spirit he looks for. Those he likes to teach to learn to grow and strive for their dreams. To climb the steps and meet him at the summit when they are stronger.]
I crush only the reckless fools that do not know the differences in our strength, the true greatness and mass of the world itself. I receive no enjoyment from cutting down those that would be better fit to do battle with me had they matured and refined their swordplay...but a duel is different than a spar.
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[Speaking of misunderstandings.]
I use the term duel because the place I'm from doesn't really allow for casual spars without the risk of serious injury or death. Setting up a duel means it's a formal encounter between warriors- there are rules, standards, and a margin of safety built into the system. Attacking someone without arranging a duel, even if it's verbally decided ahead of time or just a practice fight, is kind of bad form.
[In other words, he was trying to be polite.
...Man, the system sounds really weird and restricted when explained outside of an RPG scenario...]
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...I see. [He chuckles around the word "exquisite". This is the best mood Mihawk's been in all day, congrats for that.] Then I owe you an apology for my misunderstanding, boy - it would be an honor to fight in such a noble way such as you described.
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The honour's definitely mine. Or, uh, it will be, if or when we can get those swords back. Extra incentive to work on it, maybe?
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[He, on the other hand, doesn't need the extra incentive. Mihawk won't think of much else in the ways of "luxury items" until he gets his sword back. And expedition they have off the ship will be spent searching for his blade. He has set himself a goal and he intends to reach it, no matter the cost. The prize at the end is too great to relinquish, after all.]
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[And he will try not to bother you, Mr. Cool. Thank you for indulging in his sword nerdery.]