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How quiet it's suddenly become.
This village really is the same as it's always been. [ The light crunch crunch crunch of new snow accompanies his voice, as does the occasional snap of a brittle twig underfoot. ] I'm not particularly surprised.
To alter little, to go nowhere, it's particularly--[ But he stops there, as if that line of thought was ( Read more... )
This village really is the same as it's always been. [ The light crunch crunch crunch of new snow accompanies his voice, as does the occasional snap of a brittle twig underfoot. ] I'm not particularly surprised.
To alter little, to go nowhere, it's particularly--[ But he stops there, as if that line of thought was ( Read more... )
It's all that's keeping her warm; that anger. It lets her ignore that she can barely feel her feet and she has no clue where her journal is, let alone which part of the forest the Malnosso dropped her in. And everything spins with each slow, hushed breath she takes.
Just one step in front of the other, girl. Don't stop moving. Don't think if it hinders your progress. Keep going, even if it's slow. Never mind walking in a straight line is difficult enough, when she's shivering and can barely see, swaying slightly like she might topple over. Can't stop.
She almost doesn't hear Saix call her name. And she certainly doesn't halt her progress, even as she lifts her gaze off the snow white floor to look him in the eye.] ( ... )
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A kind man would offer her his steadying arm.
Saix turns, and strides beside her, matching her slow, stumbling pace. ]
You're walking in the wrong direction.
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Nearly. She's got more pride than that. She straightens again]
Tch. Aren't you a gentleman tonight. [There's no thanks laced in that statement, or warmth in the delivery. But anger is much harder to maintain when the shithead so graciously pointed her in the right direction, so she counters with blatant distrust]
What's the occasion?
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Is that occasion enough? [ His tone of voice could be described as dryer than the driest desert and his expression - smooth, blank, clam - has not changed in the slightest. His sarcasm, if he possess any at all, has yet to appear. He waits patiently as she turns and stumbles and glowers at nothing. ]
Are you injured?
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And here I thought you were only available on the weekends, shithead. [God, is she bantering with Saix? It's the drugs; it's gotta be the drugs.]
No. [Despite the slur in her words, it's firm enough. She checked already, and thoroughly, for any injuries. Not that it would've stopped her anyway] Bastards didn't do a fuckin thing.
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[ Injuries would have been simpler to deal with than...what? Tranquilizers? Some type of anaesthetic, that much is obvious. If she doesn't topple from exhaustion she'll drop from that instead. It's only a matter of waiting to see which one wins out. ] ...of course.
Others might have a different opinion, however.
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And "others" can kiss my ass until I get into my clothes. [A muttered threat lacking any real promise of violence if only because her teeth are chattering so hard, Saix might miss some of it.] And they cut my hair for no good reason other than to screw with me.
If they're gonna kidnap me, make it worth my damn time. Fuckin Malnosso.
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Never let it be said that he doesn't dress for the weather. ] A haircut.
How grievous.
[ ...ah, it seems a coat has been dumped on Sanji's shoulders. ]
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[... That's... one way to cut her off completely, Saix. The weight registers first, heavy and thick and nearly knocking her over from nothing but surprise.
She nearly throws the damn thing back in his face.
Pointing her in the right direction? Fine, she'll take it, grudgingly admit she needed that much. Walking beside her to make sure she gets to the village? Oh, don't think she hasn't noticed, but so long as it remains unsaid, she'll let it slide. But she didn't ask for fucking charity from an asshole that's made Xion-chan's life a volatile hell.]
... Heh. [The coat's pulled tighter against her shoulders, and tighter still. Immediately her body starts collecting what warmth it can to thaw her out.] Because it's Wednesday, right?
[Damn it. Proud, but not stupid. This is shaping up to be a really shitty night.]
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Then again, it's cold and even enemies need warmth. ]
Because one of your friends is on his way.
[ Surely that must make sense enough: Saix would "suffer" their wrath should she arrive in anything less than optimal condition. That was how these things usually went, wasn't it?
Better that she have some semblance of protection, in that case. If only to spare him the mild headache.
The other reasons, the actual ones...explaining them has no value. ]
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What? Who? [It's the first time anything resembling relief and hope have cleared her expression into something earnest]
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He resembles a pineapple with facial features.
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Here, she'll make it easy on you.]
Is his nose long?
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It is.
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Usopp then... Good. [A little smile aimed at the ground as she pulls the coat closer to her. Usopp will come and probably have some damn shoes, she bets. Maybe her clothes.]
How far?
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