driftfleet | Urge to Kill... Rising...

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Urge to Kill... Rising...

Who: Nami
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport. Or the planet's surface, I guess.
When: Now

[So Nami had been intending to grow her hair out again, but recent events have proven it's gonna take a little more time. As of a week ago, her hair has been carved back to its short status for reasons she hasn't bothered sharing, and she's been in a terrible mood for the entire time. Which has much less to do with her hair and more to do with her two temple runs and the treasure (or not) that she found.

On the other hand, this sponsor delivery she's just found in the Bloodsport's cargo bay really just rounds off the feeling she's being picked on.]

...cute. At best, you're late.

[Sup, Flooters. This is Nami kicking a crate-sized box over, sending glittery, silky hair ties and ribbons and combs and assorted accessories bouncing across the floor, her voice that cheerful sickly sweet that will rise the hackles of anyone who's spent too much time in close proximity with her.]

Free to a good home! It's in the Bloodsport cargo bay, come and take it by all means. [Be warned, though, this pile of hair accessories are the kind you'd expect to find in a kiddie aisle that's been painted obnoxiously pink.] I'm not gonna be here. I hope they're all gone by the time I come back.

On that note, I'm going up to the surface. I doubt anyone else is heading up that way, but I'm going up to test some stuff and that'll make the area hazardous to suddenly turn up in, so. Fair warning, just avoid the area around these coordinates. [Coordinates given. It's a freaking planet of water, there's plenty of surface area, but her luck is inconvenient at best so let's avoid anyone haplessly surfacing in the middle of a lightning field, yeah?]

I hope everyone else is having a better week.

[Now excuse her, she's off to vent her frustration with a waver and a glorified storm stick.]

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Huh--? No! I mean yes. Everything's fine!

[SHE'S STILL NOT SURE. On the other hand, it doesn't make any difference. She'll work it out soon. Probably.] I've just-- never seen a kimono like that. You're not from Wano by any chance, are you?

[That is a lousy save but it's all she's got.]

[That was weird....But okay...???

He holds one arm out to show the plain white sleeve. He hadn't thought his clothing was particularly strange if someone knew kimono. Perhaps the color?]

Ah, no. I'm from Kyoto, originally from closer to Edo. Is this color strange to you? I suppose it does stand out considering there is no pattern.

[And still there is no clue about which he is. Good luck, Nami.]

Different world to mine, then. And-- yeah, the pattern. Though to be fair, I've seen all of three people wearing kimono before this. So I guess I can't really judge, ahaha--

[Let's get off the topic of kimono.] I still have a lot of hair ties and such left! Were you after a particular kind? [She holds out the box. Beware, here be frilly things. At least not all of them are pink.]

It does seem a rather rare fashion choice here.

[But that's not why he came. He smiles and claps his hands together once as he leans in toward the box. There are a lot of things in there - frilly and pink and sparkly and all sorts of things he's never even seen before.]

Ah, thank you for saving some for me! I was so curious about them when I saw you on the network.

[He reaches in and picks out what looks like a pink glitter comb with plastic daisies - aka a v girly thing.]

Have you ever used something like this? It's closest to what I recognize from my world.

I have! Not quite as glittery, but when my hair was longer I used to pin parts of it up all the time.

[That's a point in the girl column, right...? But then again she's known guys that like this kind of stuff, too. Chopper loves pink.

...so does Sanji, for that matter.]

You recognise it, but you're not sure how to apply it? I could show you, definitely.

[He holds the comb in both hands and turns it around, looking it over.]

I've given them as gifts before, when I had a little money, but I could never wear them myself. It wasn't really...

[What's the word?]

Practical.

[Nope, but that word is close enough to "acceptable" that it works, right?]

Could you show me?

Sure thing. Though I should warn these aren't that practical either. They're too cheaply made - they probably won't stay put if you're engaged in too much physical activity.

[Yep, she took 'practical' to mean something entirely different from acceptable. And she's decided to give up on gender coding. It's rude. She'll work it out eventually.]

They'd be pretty for other times, though. [She digs into the box for a similar style of clip.] My hair's too short to wear most of these well, but I can show you the combs easy enough. Here.

[Making Hair Combs Stay In Place 101?]

[He doesn't really understand "cheaply made" but he can understand that things wouldn't stay in his hair. He is, after all, quite active on most days when he isn't feeling the strain in his lungs.]

Aren't these only for special occasions anyway?

[He watches her to try and mimic her movements even though his hair is like 10 times her length.]

Or do people in the future wear them often during their daily lives?

It's pretty often. I won't wear this kind of thing a lot when I'm sailing back home, but I'll wear them all the time off ship. [Here, you gotta twist your hair a little under the comb so the damn thing stays put.]

You must be pretty far back compared to many of us-- though that's kind of a weird comparison to make, given all our worlds tend to be different. Are you from Earth?

[Ah! She's a sailor? Or...something? He's never heard of a female sailor before.

He follows her instructions and presses the comb further in, trying to get it to stay.]

I am from earth, yes. And other than one other person, I appear to the furthest back in time from there.

[Tadah~ Looks like it's staying. He tilts his head, seeing if it'll stay put as Saizou snorts from the side.]

Are you a sailor?

[She thought so. Earth people are the ones who usually talk about back and forth in time. And ah! Yes, that's done the trick. She grins.]

Pirate, actually! Not as bloodthirsty as the usual legends, though.

[Ah a -- Dude, what.]

....Yes, you certainly don't seem like the raid villages for women and money sort.

[Since pirates from both sides of the Japan Sea have been antagonizing each other for...ever.

He reaches up and touches the comb gingerly, but it doesn't seem to move.]

Hm. Thank you for teaching me! It seems to be working.

Not many pirates would teach you fashionable hair tricks, that's for sure. But no, we're not. My captain likes too many people to actually pick on anyone that doesn't deserve it.

[She grins.] And you're welcome. I'm guessing pirates in your time are pretty terrible, huh?

Mostly they raid seaside villages and kill or take people for slavery across the sea.

[Or so he's heard? He lives on the opposite coast so he's never had to deal with them. The comb is securely in place and he smiles, tilting his head from side to side to continue testing it.]

But your type of pirate sounds much nicer. Especially the fashionable hair tricks part - do you often teach people these things?

I think I might be pretty unique amongst pirates for hair tricks. [Dryly.]

Don't get me wrong. A lot of pirates in our world are pretty much what you think they are. It's just that piracy tends to be the label the government sticks on most seafarers that refuse to abide by their laws.

That's too bad. [He was having fun imagining a pirate ship full of fashionable hair accessories and hair dressers, raiding villages to give people the latest up-do before disappearing back into the sea.]

I suppose there are a lot of laws then? If you have chosen not to abide by them.

A lot, yes. Though it's not like we overtly go out of our way to break them. I think the best way of putting it is that we don't...really pay attention to them.

My captain labelled himself as a pirate from the very start-- he equated it with freedom-- but the marines issued his first bounty based on the fact that he toppled another pirate's stranglehold on a group of villages. The local marines were accepting bribes from that pirate to leave him in peace. There's a lot of corruption in the rank and file of the government armies.

So you could say he officially became a pirate because the marines weren't happy with him sticking his nose into a situation and causing unwanted disruption.

[He thinks for a moment, wondering if it's true that there is corruption in every world and every government. Maybe it's an unavoidable fact of life, no matter the universe. That makes him sad in a way, but it is also a little reassuring because no matter the universe, there are people like Nami and her friends who evidently stand up to the injustice.]

So less of a pirate and more like a... [What's the word?] unofficially licensed hero.

[That makes her burst into snickering.]

He hates being called a hero. But I think you've got the general idea.

[He's a little shocked at first at the outburst, but soon joins in with his own little chuckle.]

I see. If he should ever appear here, I'll be sure to refrain from calling him as such then.

People can be so interesting. They do wonderful things, but still wish to be called the villains anyway.

[He says, thinking of Crowley and Hijikata and like a thousand other people.]

Luffy's of the opinion that if he's a hero he has to share all his food. [Grin.] Though it's probably more he just does what he pleases and doesn't want anyone to have expectations of him.

He was here very briefly, about a year ago. He's better off back home.

Freedom in its purest form, I suppose.

[He wonders what that would be like... Something like living here, he guesses. Although he still has to do a lot of lying and pretending here as well.]

But, while it would make me sad, perhaps someday soon you will be able to return home with him as well. That's the goal of this place, is it not?

Supposedly. But yeah, I figure it'll happen eventually. I've already been here longer than I was at the last place, though... it's kind of frustrating.

[But she'll spare him a smile for the being sad comment.]

[Another one.]

Where were you before?

A place called Adstringendum. Or Adstring for short. [She glances up.] Have you heard much about that kind of thing? It's pretty common here.

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