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high_seas2014-04-12 06:35 pm
justicereigns) wrote in high_seas2014-04-12 06:35 pm
An Appointment with Justice
Who: Smoker justicereigns, Akokiji Kuzan lazyjustice, Coby chore_boy, Maribelle grizzly_tea, Brady cry_brady + gatecrashers welcome!
When: Saturday evening & Night
Where: Isla Empieza
What: A gathering of those who believe in justice!!!
Warnings: JUUUUUUSSSTIIIIICE, and whatever warnings Smoker counts as which is generally an automatic PG-13, and tsundere, and language, and bitchitude.
Status: Open to gatecrashers and such!
Smoker brought over a dozen candy canes, as promised, but no booze. Aokiji would have to have that waiting or be ready to splurge a little. The candy canes were ridiculously large, indeed, big enough to be used as a real cane at four feet in height, and surprisingly sturdy. He crammed about a dozen into his leather jitte strap, and the usual bullet belts filled with cigars still had cigars, of course, but if you looked closely enough, he had some extra ones completely covered in candy. Like a man going to war with starvation, or the way a mad evil villain might try to take over the world bribing orphanages with candy. It looked absurd, but when did Smoker not?
He didn't take long to hunt down Aokiji. It was even easier now that he'd had two years training in the New World with haki so he could easily lock onto his best friend's trace like an instinct or a scent. And yeah, maybe just a little, Smoker was hoping to show that off. Aokiji didn't remember the fight with Akainu, so Smoker was dying to show him the progress he'd made at G-5, even if he had been tricked by Vergo and Aokiji didn't even remember saving him from Doflamingo.
Speaking of which....
"Just remember," Smoker added to Maribelle, "He doesn't remember saving me that day you patched me up. So..." he trailed off. Smoker was shit with words. He had to hope she just got the point. "Yeah."
Both Maribelle and Aokiji had respectively saved his life after his defeat at Doflamingo's hands. Maribelle had earned a lot of loyalty from Smoker for it, and Aokiji had always had Smoker's loyalty even if Smoker would never say it out loud. Well, it was fine because Aokiji knew it. That was why he'd come to save Smoker in the first place.
Smoker broke into a rare grin just before opening the door to walk in. "He's gonna be surprised at all the scars." All thirty new deep gashes, not to mention the one that nearly took off his face. Most people probably wouldn't have found that as funny as Smoker did, but since he was used to always having to be behind Aokiji, having anything that was a step ahead of his friend was kind of fun actually.
justicereigns, Akokiji Kuzan lazyjustice, Coby chore_boy, Maribelle grizzly_tea, Brady cry_brady + gatecrashers welcome!When: Saturday evening & Night
Where: Isla Empieza
What: A gathering of those who believe in justice!!!
Warnings: JUUUUUUSSSTIIIIICE, and whatever warnings Smoker counts as which is generally an automatic PG-13, and tsundere, and language, and bitchitude.
Status: Open to gatecrashers and such!
Smoker brought over a dozen candy canes, as promised, but no booze. Aokiji would have to have that waiting or be ready to splurge a little. The candy canes were ridiculously large, indeed, big enough to be used as a real cane at four feet in height, and surprisingly sturdy. He crammed about a dozen into his leather jitte strap, and the usual bullet belts filled with cigars still had cigars, of course, but if you looked closely enough, he had some extra ones completely covered in candy. Like a man going to war with starvation, or the way a mad evil villain might try to take over the world bribing orphanages with candy. It looked absurd, but when did Smoker not?
He didn't take long to hunt down Aokiji. It was even easier now that he'd had two years training in the New World with haki so he could easily lock onto his best friend's trace like an instinct or a scent. And yeah, maybe just a little, Smoker was hoping to show that off. Aokiji didn't remember the fight with Akainu, so Smoker was dying to show him the progress he'd made at G-5, even if he had been tricked by Vergo and Aokiji didn't even remember saving him from Doflamingo.
Speaking of which....
"Just remember," Smoker added to Maribelle, "He doesn't remember saving me that day you patched me up. So..." he trailed off. Smoker was shit with words. He had to hope she just got the point. "Yeah."
Both Maribelle and Aokiji had respectively saved his life after his defeat at Doflamingo's hands. Maribelle had earned a lot of loyalty from Smoker for it, and Aokiji had always had Smoker's loyalty even if Smoker would never say it out loud. Well, it was fine because Aokiji knew it. That was why he'd come to save Smoker in the first place.
Smoker broke into a rare grin just before opening the door to walk in. "He's gonna be surprised at all the scars." All thirty new deep gashes, not to mention the one that nearly took off his face. Most people probably wouldn't have found that as funny as Smoker did, but since he was used to always having to be behind Aokiji, having anything that was a step ahead of his friend was kind of fun actually.
2/2
You know what? Margaritas are a --
NO. THEY ARE STILL A LAME DRINK AND YOU ARE LAME FOR DRINKING THEM!
But he is not Garp so he's not going to punch it again.
"Kai might come along. She's more interested in justice, and not big on breaking as many laws as the rest of the pirates so I invited her to show up."
See? No Garp urges for tea, or yelling, or punching, or breaking the wall behind him or anything.
Everything is fine.
Just fine.
"I would hope you don't have any enemies tailing you already?" He arched his eyebrows
shut up they fucking existhopefully just in case. One could never tell with Kuzan, and if he left a few guys to thaw, he could have easily forgotten about them in which case they might show up unannounced.no subject
He takes a sip of the margarita at Smoker's question and stares into the middle distance, which for him, is clear over everyone's heads.
"Mah, well...who knows."
It's revenge. Because you crave an answer, he'll refuse to give it. Which should be an answer because if there was a serious situation, Smoker would be the first to know. However, not being definite one way or the other to someone who needs to know all answers precisely is like poking someone on the back of the neck with a needle. It takes precision, and, with persistence, reward.
no subject
It's like being pricked in the back of the neck with a needle!!!
He can feel it, damn it!
GRRRRRRRRRRR.
He knows it's an answer, but it's NOT an answer JUST ENOUGH not to count and you ALWAYS do this, and hates it hates it hates it forever.
Smoker starts drumming his fingers on the table irritably.
Must.
Not.
Punch.
Things...
So he just starts chewing on an overly large candy cane.
Because fuck you, that's why.
Also because sugar is awesome and calms him down a little. "Maribelle, Brady, and Kai aren't sailors, but they have war experiences of their own." It was a cue for Maribelle to take over so Smoker wouldn't punch his best friend in the margarita glass.