viii. - [ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ]

[brandedjustice]

[The feed crackles to life and the shot seems to be from the floorboards, as if the Den-Den Mushi has been knocked from its usual place on the desk far off in the corner of the recording. Slowly, things become harder and harder to see - thick ribbons of white engulf great sections of the office.]

[Thud.[A door swings open, cutting off the view of

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[someplacefar]

-Sir?

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

What.

Voice;

[someplacefar]

[She's being so sincere Smoker :(]

Would you like some brandy or vodka...?

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

[Smoker snarls; it's hard to hear him over his logia.] Both.

Voice;

[someplacefar]

[And her voice is gentle.]

Alright, I'll be over in a moment.

Voice;

[brandedjustice]

Door is open. Smoke is normal.

action;

[someplacefar]

[Thanks to her wings, Sue arrives at a relatively fast pace. She's carrying a small bag filled with a bottle of vodka, rum, and even a plateful of steak. Well, it isn't like Sue can eat all of it by herself, so she might as well share. It sounded like he needs it anyways.

As Smoker said the door is open and she walks in, wings disappearing leaving behind only a metal collar around her neck. With wide and curious eyes she enters the room and smiles slightly.]

I hope you like steak.

Action;

[brandedjustice]

[Smoker is nothing more than a pair of legs sitting on the floor; the rest of his body is a seething bundle of smoke that tries so desperately to solidify itself. By the time Sue arrives, Smoker has rocks piled up to where his torso should be. Two arms form in the smoke and the rest of his body slowly materializes, but there is a thick haze around him.]

[Bloodshot blue eyes swivel in the dankness of the room and silver tips of hair form, though the ends waver between flesh and logia rapidly.]

Leave it at the door. [Smoker turns back around; there is a hint of worry in his face, but it is masked in layers of anger. Another rock is plucked from the ground and placed on the top of the stone tower. The rocks shift a bit and Smoker holds his breath - thankfully, they settle.]

Action;

[someplacefar]

[Well, this was more than a little surprising. How did all this smoke get here? It looks like he has... Control of it maybe? Is that magic as well? She carefully sets she bag down, white hair a pinkish tone from the mist and rain. It falls into her eyes and as she straightens herself, brushing it back.]

Is there anything else you need...? A gas mask?

The one I have seems to be degrading, but I could make a new one for you. It lasts a while...