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driftfleet2017-03-12 02:17 pm
namisan) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-12 02:17 pm
Entry tags:
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.]
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.]
Action!
Pirates in my world are known for being assholes. They're not really around anymore, not the same way yours are. But maybe — that kind of pirate can fade out and leave room for more people like you guys.
Action!
I hope so. It's a possibility, you know? Luffy kind of accidentally started a fleet in his name in Dressrosa, by all reports. So many pirates just liked him that much.
[See now, you definitely looked at him that time.
There's a creaking sound as Arlong leaves his seat by the bar. Guess who's heading this way.]
Action!
Sam is a bit scattered by the motion, though -- he blinks at her.]
Ah -- yeah?
That... sounds like Luffy.
Action!
Yeah. So now there's a bunch of pirate ships out there flying our flag. Technically under Luffy's overall command, and I bet you he's practically forgotten about them by now.
{Arlong rounds the table to stand behind her, in Sam's direct line of vision, with the kind of shit-eating (and sharp as fuck) grin that says he knows exactly what Sam is seeing.
Don't mind him leaning over his navigator like an overbearing father checking on his daughter's homework or anything.]
Action!
Alright, pal, he's just gonna turn his back to work on restocking some things.
How do you like that, you fuckhead?]
Oh -- Seriously?
Um.
How good are these fake Strawhats?
Action!
You just left the table to restock things. What. That's a bundle of nervous energy she swears you didn't have when she walked in.]
No clue, actually. I wasn't there when this happened, I was busy climbing the world's biggest elephant. But they have to be some measure of skilled or they'd never have made it as far as Dressrosa in the first place.
What's going on?
["Yeahhh, Sam. What's going on?" Being addressed directly isn't a bad sign, right? Someone's having fun.]
Action!
[He glances back, looking at Nami. Just Nami. Talking to Sam isn't good, man. At all.
He puts his towel down, rubbing a hand over his hairline.]
— I should probably go take something for it.
Action!
It probably helps Nami gives no indication she felt that. The frown and the casual rubbing of her shoulder directly after is probably coincidence.]
You still suck at lying. [Neutrally. She does remember you were seeing things, dude.]
Action!
....He needs to get out of here.]
You're right, but I can't really elaborate right now.
Permission to take a break?
Action!
...
Yeah. You talk to me about this later, okay?
Action!
[He's sure of that — seems sure of it, and he doesn't want Nami to think he's just blowing her off to never bring it up again. He moves around the bar, walking quickly in his attempt to make a getaway from Nami's unwanted guest.]
Action!
Her unwanted guest, on the other hand, doesn't like to be ignored, even if it's the desperate kind of ignorance Sam is showing. He stands to his full height, teeth bared, and sweeps a hand across the table in a temper.
It shouldn't have connected at all... but a line has been crossed somewhere, today. Just one. There are others. And Nami flinches as the glass suddenly skitters right off the table to smash into the bar, staring blankly for a moment, because what the fuck.]
Action!
Sam flinches.
Sam turns around.
Sam says:]
Hey--!
[Because he thinks, he's gonna hurt her, he's gonna do something--
But it's just Nami, looking confused. And Arlong, looking like everything's gone to plan.
His mistake was realized far too late.
.... Shit--]
Action!
Arlong grins, wider than before, all teeth and looming and a new layer of there, though Nami's startled glance goes straight to Sam and not the fishman crossing the room in two quick strides. Still, you can bet she shoots upright a moment later because Arlong isn't hesitating, or gloating, or mocking-- he goes straight for the kill, and he's faster than human. Shit-- may be as far as Sam gets before those teeth yawn wide and descend scything through shoulder and collarbone and all things meaty.
You're delicious.]
Action!
Sorry, Nami, but he collapses shoulder-first into the floor, as limp as a doll with its strings cut, terribly still and boneless (bloodless, woundless) on the tile.
Action!
[Maybe just as well the bar is all but deserted so at least he's spared an audience. Nami all but vaults over the table to slide down to her knees to check him for injury, but-- nothing? Was it a fit? Some kind of hallucination? Her hands check all along the shoulder just in case, before she latches onto both and gives him a little shake.] Sam? What the hell-- get up!
[Because what the hell was that?
So have fun waking up to some increasing desperate shakes. Patting of the face. If it helps at all...?
By the time Sam does wake up, he's in no pain whatsoever, and all non-real occupants in the bar have mercifully vanished.]
Action!
I --
What? Did I...?
[He thought he was dead. But it was just an image, not real, right?
Or did he screw up at make it too real to ignore? His eyes flick around, unsure.]
Action!
How do you feel? What happened?
Action!
I was... I saw...
[A shake of the head; that just hurts, really. Eugh.]
Remember that, uh... talk we had, about some problems I've been having... seeing things?
Action!
.......
She leans back, calm as hell, even if her expression has blanched a few shades paler.]
This goes a little above seeing things, don't you think?