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[blacklegcook]

Who: Sanji and whoever happens upon him.
Where: Espoir Village
Style: I'm fine with anything people are comfortable with.~ :3
Status: Open for business~

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I-I hope you don't mind an equally lost Rita. ;=;

[kyudousha]

This was very, very weird. One second she was below ground, the flat of a blade hurtling towards her head, her friends fighting the line between life and death on either side of her. The next, she was in the middle of a very deserted village with her only company being the sound of the lonely wind hurtling between buildings. And silence, lots of that. It rang in her ears uncomfortably, like the changing of air pressure as one climbs further and further towards the summit of a mountain. It left her unbalanced with the horrible sensation of vertigo as all the stress accumulated throughout the battle, where most of it had been kept at bay through sheer force of will and adrenaline, suddenly overwhelmed her with nausea.

She dry retched for several moments, taking deep breaths, her hand pressed to her heart as she waited for the panic to subside. Her head was spinning - it felt like a bruise to her left, and various cuts across her body stung. And there was wetness on her side. She didn't even want to know what was there. But where was she, then? Perhaps Baction had one last trick up it's sleeve. Perhaps he had one last trick up his sleeves. The thought was enough to make her head spin with unchecked bitterness.

So the sudden voice calling out from the blue was a much needed distraction. Someone was there, and whoever it was sounded alive. Living people had knowledge, and she could use that just about now. But was he also calling out for others?

... That didn't sound too promising. Still, it could be worth checking out. She turned towards the sound of the voice, lifting an arm with a wince. "Here!"

All Ladies are welcomed, even spitfires like Rita-chan.~♥

[blacklegcook]

Sanji started at the voice. His one visible eye darted towards where it had called from with pinpoint accuracy. It was a strange alteration of facial expressions, first his face brightened at the thought the person calling back was a woman, then it faded after he practically twirled his way over in his excitement to get closer.

The young woman was hurt.

Instantly he was on his guard, trying to find any sign of whatever could have caused her the injuries. "Miss, are you alright? What shitty-thing did this to you?" A hand was offered, he hoped she'd take it. (They were so small compared to his, and would fit so nicely.~)

Brb dying from laughter. xDDDDDDD

[kyudousha]

"Don't call me that."

Okay. In hindsight, she had been asking for it, but this guy was just weird. Blond, tall, stubble - there was just something amazingly uncomfortable about him that she couldn't place her finger on. And that curl on his eyebrow. Was that even natural? Or was that his eyebrow? Though... physical appearances aside, there really was something uncanny about the way he resembled...

Well, she wasn't about to go into that. It was headache inducing, and she really didn't need anymore headaches at this point. Giving his outstretched hand an ugly look, she took a step back hurriedly.

"Shitty's one way to put it." She mumbled, a second scan of his physical appearance made him out to be not in much better shape than she was. Naturally, she told him that. "And you don't look so good yourself, weirdo. What happened to you?"

Is going to try to get us all together somehow *determined*

[blacklegcook]

Well...That wasn't any different compared to the usual treatment he received from women, of course it still always left a sting on his heart. Of course Sanji would forgive her, she was hurt and he was a stranger.

"What would the lovely lady care to be called instead?" Yes, a true gentlemen, and there was the bonus of getting her name, he thought with and inner grin.

He enjoyed the attention of her eyes on him, until she called him a weirdo. "E-Eh..." Giving his head a shake he tried to recover from the insult, she was a lady, she could say whatever she wished. (to a certain extent.) "Nothing I can't handle, madam. My nakama and I just had a shitty rundown before getting here. Where ever here is." Once more he gave the village an overlook only to have eye(s) widen comically. There was a very familiar pink hat coming their way.