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Characters: Franky and Brook
Time: Daytime, after this thing
Location: By the shore, south of Millennium Park
Content: After a harsh separation, two of the Strawhats manage to reunite. Chicago trembles in terror.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Check the characters.
If Bones was here--of course he was, there was no way that was some other moron's voice--but what did that mean? How had he even missed the guy after being here this long? As Franky ran through the park, he couldn't help but notice that bean-thing, and the very clear mark of another pawprint crater across from his own. That definitely hadn't been there before. But Brook had gotten sent off before him, so... argh, this was all stupid and confusing, all that really mattered was that the guy was here, and they could try and worry about the others later!
Luckily, with long legs came a quick pace, and Franky was able to get to the supposed shoreline that the skeleton had mentioned, and he began looking about for his musician. It shouldn't be all that hard to find an eight-foot skeleton with neat hair, but around here there were apparently a lot of things that were making such bizarre sights a little more normal. Right, this guy was a pansy too, wasn't he? He'd need to find the moron before something came and freaked him out.
Maybe not, though, the shrieking would make finding the guy easier UGH THIS WAS STUPID
Time: Daytime, after this thing
Location: By the shore, south of Millennium Park
Content: After a harsh separation, two of the Strawhats manage to reunite. Chicago trembles in terror.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Check the characters.
If Bones was here--of course he was, there was no way that was some other moron's voice--but what did that mean? How had he even missed the guy after being here this long? As Franky ran through the park, he couldn't help but notice that bean-thing, and the very clear mark of another pawprint crater across from his own. That definitely hadn't been there before. But Brook had gotten sent off before him, so... argh, this was all stupid and confusing, all that really mattered was that the guy was here, and they could try and worry about the others later!
Luckily, with long legs came a quick pace, and Franky was able to get to the supposed shoreline that the skeleton had mentioned, and he began looking about for his musician. It shouldn't be all that hard to find an eight-foot skeleton with neat hair, but around here there were apparently a lot of things that were making such bizarre sights a little more normal. Right, this guy was a pansy too, wasn't he? He'd need to find the moron before something came and freaked him out.
Maybe not, though, the shrieking would make finding the guy easier UGH THIS WAS STUPID