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“It’s true.” She could not deny that Zoro was that kind of dedicated person who, when he wanted to, always sought to reach his goal. Of course, everything was not always perfect. In the topic fashion, the swordsman did not care that much. However it was understandable. “A terrible notion of fashion is not the end of the world either. There are other priorities.” 

“So if you want, I can help you.”

Prev. {🌸} —  @shiburado

“If you don’t agree with anything I said, what are the adjectives that please you?”

                  ‘ guess you’re right-- but why suddenly                     bring that up ? did someone try to feet                    macaroni to a panda  or something ? ‘ 

Was it that they weren’t LOUD enough, or that the fight was over too quickly? It was anyone’s guess really, but a damning mistake on behalf of the swordsman. Augur had spotted him first, his rifle trained on green hair and tan skin. Shiliew was ready for just about anything, the whole group willing to protect their captain at all costs, just as he would throw himself before danger to protect them. 

They may be a VILE group, but they were still LOYAL to boot. 

❝So! Y’ finally decided t’ join the LIVING, huh?❞ Far be it from this emperor to miss a chance at antagonizing his prisoners. ❝I could’a been here fer DAYS with how yer sleepin’!❞

              eyes focus on the gun pointed at his chest for a few seconds before               taking in the number of bodies and weapons to counter his own                singular person. it wasn’t as if he hadn’t taken on large groups of                people in the past. the only difference here was the fact that his                opponent already had the upper hand at the start. 

     he hadn’t wanted to cause any trouble, but seeing as though zoro thought him better, at least some of the tension had faded. still, he knew that there was still one person on this ship that he didn’t know how to even begin to talk to. 

          “and…how’s nico robin?” he knew that his question would cause some friction, but the man had to know that she was doing alright. just knowing what disaster’s he himself had caused while part of CP9, he wanted to try to make peace with those he had wronged along the way. 

              ‘ why are you asking me ? if anything, i think it’d be best to talk to                  her yourself-- no matter how nervous it makes you. look, you                  already made the decisions you made. there’s no going back to                  fix it. what you can do is stare your choices in the face,                  acknowledge them, and admit that to yourself and others--                  robin just so happens to be one of those ‘ others ‘ you need to                  face. ‘ 

                  you are so sweet ! every single time, you never                  cease to put a smile on my face. we’re already                  friends, i’m signing on the dotted line right now.

                                     we are bro frens right this very second !!

Prev. {🌸} —  @shiburado

“You think I’m crazy ‘cause you have no idea how funny you are, Zoro.” 

“A stubborn and grumpy young boy. It’s kinda cute for me.”

               ‘ thanks... ‘ 

                       the least he could say was that he was embarrassed.                        for every loss he felt a loss of strength, a loss of                        drive, a loss of pride-- but at the same time he gained                       it all back tenfold. 

                       it just-- took a while for him to sort things out mentally. 

     though he might have fun during, kaku wasn’t one to actually want a fight. he hadn’t wanted to leave water seven in the first place, however he knew what would happen if he didn’t listen to the higher ups of the government. still, knowing that zoro didn’t want to fight, there was a graciousness inside the young man’s heart as he gave a nod. 

          “and i appreciate it.” he nodded his head as if to bow before looking around the ship. it would seem as though franky had done a wonderful job making them a new boat, better than anything he could do all on his lonesome. 

          “seems as though you’re all doing well for yourselves..” a soft conversation, even though it felt a little odd, could be something that would help the both of them. 

               ‘ good to hear... ‘ he says nothing more, keeping his distance and any                  further thoughts to himself. something told him that bringing him                   aboard was a bad idea, a decision that a few others agreed with.                   but, seeing as he was doing much better physically as well as                   sensibly, some of those decisions swapped. 

                 who was he to argue ? this wasn’t his decision to make. what was                  done had already been done, all that was left was to deal with the                   tension amongst the ships passengers. 

                  ‘ of course i’m alive-- haven’t you seen someone                     taking a nap before ? “ because if he’s being                     honest, did he really do anything else in his spare                    time ? of course one could argue training, but he                    was most noted for doing little to nothing at all. 

Ace was up on his feet in an instant, his shoulders catching a blaze that flickered out too quickly for his own liking. He would rather not burn the ship down– Luffy’s ship down. The Straw Hats had done enough for him since he joined. A situation like this would have been avoided at all costs– but… Well, he isn’t sure what made this so different. 

“It’s not shameful!” he exclaims, his voice raising a little more than it should.

“And I’m not taking the money.” Ace went a far as to step away, illustrating his willingness to leave the situation entirely to make his point. 

                ‘ then so be it... ‘ rage fills his chest. the flickering of embers and sparks                   upon the other’s shoulders works wonders to get his body geared to                    fight. all-in-all this was petty, anyone could see that, so why were they                    still pursuing it ? his fingers are already coiling around one of his three                    blades. was he really going to go up against ace and risk the safety of                   the crew and the ship ? 

                             this was a battle of honor, that’s all. if he didn’t take ace on then                              what good was the whole work up to this moment ? what good                               was his stance that he was right ? what good was his pride ?                               no-- no, despite it mattering a hell of a lot, his ability to stand                               down would prove more strength than his stubbornness. 

                             he grumbles as he does so, but his better judgement forces him                               to remove his hold on his blade. and remove himself from the                               table. 

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab/gunshot wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

Drake, not slow by any means, did not wait for the smaller swordsman–he was roughly six feet in height by the looks of him and had the advantage of attacking his torso due to his height–and decided to meet him head on; the distance wasn’t far with the speed that Roronoa was moving, and his own running strides helped in allowing him to meet the green haired swordsman nearly halfway.

It is clear that Drake’s timing is on the mark when they their weapons clash for the very first time–saber and ax against three katanas–and the ginger could feel the force of their collision within his hands and arms, but it did not hurt; his grip tightened a bit more as his gray gaze dropped down onto the swordsman. He would not allow himself to be pushed back nor would he allow himself to underestimate this man; his spirit was strong, that much, Drake knew. 

He could feel it.

‘ not bad. ‘ 

his words, albeit muffled by the hilt in-between his teeth, are followed closely by a chuckle. it’s only the first blow, but it’s enough to set the vibe for the  remainder of the fight. 

this was no amateur. after fighting countless individuals with the intent to  defeat him, there was never a moment when he couldn’t discern the passion  behind that first collision. needless to say, this would be an interesting matchup.