Walking through the mess left in the street after the hurricane a fresh drop of blood could be found on the ground. Walk a little more and that drop becomes a series of drops...a trail....a puddle here and there. It's starting to dry along the edges of the smaller piles crusting and smelling in the sunlight. It sinks into the pavement leaving it ( Read more... )

[...If there is one thing you learn as a pirate, it is probably that storms of any kind can't be trusted. Not to mention with especially strong storms you start to notice the sudden change in the air, the manner in which the wind quite suddenly picks up and you just know you're in for a hell of a ride. He was nowhere near as good as Nami at being ( Read more... )

[...Well, now. This wasn't actually too big of a surprise - at least it has happened enough that he understands what is going on. The prosecutor stretches a little, starting his way down the familiar streets of the island, seeming somewhat amused.]

"...Fourth times a charm, ja?"

{Zoro gave up on his attempts to cut through the fog and settled on wandering until he found Sanji. This mess wasn't right. It didn't sit well in his bones and he wanted to find his nakama as fast as he could.}

"...the hell is up with this shitty fog?"

[...Not that he was going to admit it... But he hadn't seen Zoro yet today and the idea of him heading to work or something in this fog was slightly concerning. Really. The idiot was good enough at getting himself lost in the best of conditions. Who the hell knew what he'd manage out in weather like this ( Read more... )