Dracule "Hawk Eyes" Mihawk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dualcross) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
driftfleet2015-11-21 01:18 pm
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.]
no subject
...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.
no subject
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?
no subject
[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.]
no subject
[And he will try not to bother you, Mr. Cool. Thank you for indulging in his sword nerdery.]