driftfleet | god is this even ok

Who: Zoro and multiple unfortunate souls
Broadcast: fLEETWIDE yeYEAH
Action: Marsiva
When: RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW LET'S GO

[Somehow, someway, the camera shows nothing. Or, at least, it seems like nothing. A plain trash receptacle on the Marsiva, gleaming faintly under fluorescent lights. Tediously, it stays fixed on the bin, time stretching slow until, finally, it moves. Jiggles a bit. Shakes. Thumps and clangs and-shouts? Shouts. Manly, growling barks that echo out into the open. Then, finally, it capsizes.

A man pops out. Or rather, clambers out. With the exception of a scowl and a growl, a light kick to the can, he seems nonplussed. Nonplussed and oblivious to the camera.] Finally made it out...

[He says it wistfully, as if it were a long journey. A bit of yellow clings to his anime-green hair. Part of a banana peel. He's oblivious to that too, squinting around the area, turning this way and that, before finally, the giant fucking space-window catches his eye.] Eh? What's this? The ocean?

[Standing before it, arms akimbo, he falls quiet. Enjoying the simple majesty of, er, the ocean.] Are those fish? [They're stars.] They're small. Like dandruff.

[Proud of his stunning metaphor, he watches the stars for a moment longer before spinning on his heel.] This isn't the ship. Did I make it to Fishman Island? Heh-[He grins and turns at the same time.] That'd make me first. Oi! Luffy, Shitty Cook! You hear that? I'm No. 1-eh? [His hands go to rest on his swords only to find... they're not there. This greatly disturbs him and, for a moment, he's left staring at the blank space before whirling around for something to yell at. His gaze fixes on the network station currently transmitting, glare boring right into the camera.] Oiiiii.

[Tilting his head back and grinning menacingly he strides forward, cracking his knuckles.] Mr. Robot. You want to tell me what you did with my swords? Oiiii, can't you speak? [He raps his knuckles against the screen, peering into the camera with a pout before backing up and shaking the thing. The camera rattles, rattles and-

The feed cuts out. Switches to a different view. It's across the room from him now, staring as Zoro gawks, horrified, at the network station broken off in his hands. Making a sound akin to a dying frog he slowly looks around him, places the network station back down, and runs.

The network station falls over.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh my god...

[well, there's a teenage girl on one of the network panels. soft-spoken and kind of impressed?]

[Zoro frowns at the comment, unsure of what to make of it. Either way, he probably doesn't want it. Jabbing a finger at her, he strides over to the panel, bracing one arm against it like a Cool Guy.]

Oi, I'm serious about my swords. Do you know where they are? There should be three of them.

[yeah, uh... real cool there, buddy. she seems unaffected.]

I haven't seen any swords around. They probably got confiscated by Atroma when you showed up.

[Clearly she doesn't care for Cool because he is ~*killin it*~]

Confiscated? Those bastards stole my swords?!

[she has no taste. it's true. AND she kind of wants to see what happens if he gets mad...]

Yeah, probably. They snatch up a lot of stuff.

[Of all the things to connect everything for him, that's it. He pushes off the screen and stands again, leaning back with his hands in his... pockets? Does he even have pockets?] Including people too, huh?

[He gets it now. Why everyone is laughing, why the ship feels so foreign, the lack of... anything outside the window. Everything clicks. The puzzle's complete. Now he just wants to smash it apart.

Two years he hasn't seen them. Two years he's been without. And now, what? He'd have to wait all over again?

His hands slip from his pockets and move to his side, ready to draw swords that aren't there. Balling his hands into fists, he frowns, eyes hardening into something more serious.] These Atroma. [His lip curls as he says their name.] Do you know where they are?

[...wow, he got really serious!]

No one knows where the Atroma are, or even what they are. They could be aliens or... a company, or some weird psychic god-being, I really don't know.

[Zoro quirks a frown.]

A god wouldn't be so bad, but aliens? I've never fought those before. And without my swords... [He thinks a moment longer before his frown deepens. Sighing, he lets his hand fall back to his mysterious maybe-pocket.] I'm guessing no one else has gotten out of here.

[she... might lean over to try and see where that hand is going. except that's not how cameras work. come on, krista.]

Uh... Well, it's kind of weird? People have disappeared, but it's not like... Not like they said anything like, "well, I'm very close to discovering the way out!" before they disappear. So it seems like it's not of their own accord.

So they just leave without telling anyone else how to do it? [He's almost shouting but he pulls himself back, snapping his head to the side.] Assholes. Disappear my ass, I'll hunt them down if I have to. I don't care if it was their choice or not.

Hey, who was the last one to leave?

Uh... I don't know... Hang on...

[since "I don't know" is not true. and she glances over at something. maybe there's paper over there? turning some pages...]

It was some guy off the Bloodsport ship, but I... Really don't think you're going to be able to just... find them...

[Bloodsport's a cool name. He wants to be on that ship.

Uh. Anyway. He smirks, rocking back on his heels.]

Not with that attitude. [He nods towards her.] What'd they look like?

...No, I'm pretty sure what you're trying to do is going to be impossible.

[she is not sure whether to be impressed or just assume this guy is crazy.]

But... I don't know, I didn't really see him much. Teenage guy, big... Weird hair? School uniform?

[Zoro's imagining his beefy-ass self with an afro the size of Mars wearing a girl's school uniform. His face twists sour.]

He sounds like a freak. Maybe I won't hunt him down. [He sighs again, clearly put out.] I'll wait till someone else goes. You want to come with?

[She seems ok... might be useful... ]

[she... stifles a quiet laugh. she didn't mean to think that was funny, she just... he changed his mind about that awfully fast.]

Nah, it's all right. I'm, uh, trying my chances around here right now. But thanks?

[He nods.] Your loss.

[That seems to be the end of it before he hesitates. Almost reluctantly:] I'll, uh. Keep you updated if I find the freak.

[she... gives him a thumbs up.]

Good deal, sword guy.

Zoro. The name's Zoro.

[This is basically him giving her a thumb's up.]

Oh, cool name. I'm Krista. [a pause...] Um, can I still call you sword guy?

Jeez, at least think of something more creative. [Sighing.] Fine.

Three... sword guy.

Bright-haired samurai guy.

Guy with a thing for leaning on stuff and looking grumpy.

[she puffs up her cheeks... lets it all out in a breath.]

I don't know. I'll think of something.

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