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MAIN COURSE: THE ALL BLUE. ||| #MELPCMENE ( FEATURING BLACK-LEG SANJI && OTHER ONE PIECE MUSES INCLUDING: RED-HAIRED SHANKS, NICO ROBIN, BARTOLOMEO, ETC. ) SERVED ON A PLATTER BY EMMETT. ( HE/THEY/THEM ) 29.

❛ ... exoskeleton ? ❜ that's what he seems to fixate on, a glimpse of emotion flickering in his eyes; but it's gone as soon as it arrives. you think you recognize it as disbelief― confusion, && perhaps a touch of scientific curiosity. ❛ your exoskeleton never developed, boy. ❜ it's spoken resolutely, nevertheless.

judge doesn't seem to pay the accusation any mind; he does pause to think, however. odd that the third would return of his own accord. && even more unusual: the description of his symptoms. it's been many years, but surely, he still has sanji's file somewhere ... [ unremarkable as it may be. ]

❛ that― outfit was a highly advanced piece of germa technology ! ungrateful brat ... ❜ the last part is grumbled to himself, head shook disapprovingly. though he can't say he's surprised―― far from it. in fact, he'd informed his daughter something like this would happen [ what a waste. ] once he'd become aware she'd lifted the suit in the first place: being his favorite, she received no repercussions.

Shiki ~ @poneglph

Kagura’s eyes narrowed sharply as she stood on the deck of a ship she did not remember boarding. The sails above her loomed like torn banners against a bruised sky, and the sea beyond churned in lazy, arrogant waves, as if nothing about her presence mattered at all. The woman’s gaze slid sideways, measuring the men around her. Pirates, by the look of them. Some laughed too loudly, others watched her too carefully, but all of them carried the same undertone of confidence that only came from following something stronger than themselves. Kagura’s lips pressed into a thin line as she lifted her chin slightly, letting her gaze sharpen into something almost dismissive as she studied him more closely. The others on the deck seemed to shrink in this man’s presence, like they were all merely waiting for permission to exist.

 She refused to shrink before the golden-haired pirate. “You’re the one who did this,” she said at last, voice cool and controlled, though edged with something dangerously close to disdain. Her eyes flicked briefly to the open air again, as if checking whether escape might simply reappear out of habit. The ravenette exhaled slowly through her nose, and then she looked back at him fully, her expression settling into something sharper than anger, something like calculation wrapped in pride. “You don’t look like someone who needs to steal what he can reach,” she continued, voice lowering. “So tell me. Was it curiosity that I was taken?” Her gaze hardened further, windless air pressing against her skin like an insult she couldn’t answer.

the lion doesn't steal out of necessity. he's not some kid scrounging the streets for scraps anymore, hasn't been for quite some time now―― nor is he a yakuza, confined to closed borders, satisfied to dominate locals && clash with silver axe. no ... he is a remnant of a greater pirate generation. he steals simply because it is in his nature.

❛ nothing is beyond my reach, woman. ❜ the chittering of his men ceases when the lion speaks, the crowd splitting as he walks through. the air about him is charged with his presence: though you may not know his name, you can tell he's someone important.