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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

[ Fortunately, the people she's thinking of are more the type who just want to fight for the sake of fighting and improving at it, rather than any kind of fame or attention. But that's neither here nor there! ]

That's right. I've found a couple things, but they were just harmless personal items -- photos, jewelry, stuff like that. I didn't really have any special weapon like yours, but I was able to buy some throwing knives at a place we stopped to replace the ones I was carrying before I got here.

[He sighs a little - if only it were that simple, but Mihawk isn't one to keep little trinkets like that. He's a rather practical sort of person and doesn't collect anything that doesn't have a sort of intrinsic use or purpose. Except wine, he does collect wine, but that's back home.

Also, the thought of replacing his sword repulses him something fierce, so much that he scoffs at the mere mention. He may have no choice in the matter though, if he wants to stay alive.]

I may have no other choice than to find another sword...as a sister sword to the one I have yet to be reunited with. [Not a replacement, just another blade. Yoru cannot be replaced.]

[ She at least looks sympathetic. Just because she doesn't have a weapon buddy doesn't mean she doesn't get it, anyways. ]

It really sucks, I know, but better than nothing, right?

Mm, it'd be unwise if I remained unarmed.

[That'd just deter him from his goal- both finding his sword and getting off this world in one piece. He knows he's more useful with a weapon, but his knife can only do so much even in his hands. He needs a sturdy blade to call his own for now, and hope it lasts until he can find Yoru.

But this conversation has stagnated, and Mihawk feels he's talked more than enough. He wants to stretch his legs and look around, maybe get more answers from the people operating this vessel. He tips his hat down at the video screen.]

Your time, miss. [Thanks.]

[ She's pretty used to the quiet type who ends conversations quickly, but here, she looks a bit disappointed. ]

You're not even gonna introduce yourself?

[ MANNERS, MIHAWK. ]

[WHAT ARE THOSE ARE THEY EDIBLE.

Only no, Mihawk tilts his head slightly to the side and lifts a brow. He knows his manners, but it seems improper to give his name only because he won't ask for hers in turn. In his life, names and faces tend to blend together after a while, so he just doesn't bothering asking when he knows he won't commit it to memory. She's been helpful, yes, but nothing right now has stood out about this young woman for him to think twice about remembering her for longer than perhaps a day. Sorry.]

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