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Cracking open one eye from where he rested on the deck of the Going Merry he paused at the sight of an unfamiliar face climbing aboard after Luffy. His captain was chattering to her, clearly excited from the way his hands were waving about, and then he was calling his name. "Zoro! Meet the newest member of our crew!"

Turning back to the girl Luffy added. "He's my first mate!"

Groaning slightly he sat up, ignoring the wet spot on his bandages as the movement caused his wound to to open slightly. He probably shouldn't have exerted himself so much at Arlong Park, but then he'd have had to watch the waiter fight and that was just unacceptable. Besides, fighting with a wound was good training for pain management.

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His first New Year celebration in the city, one of the few he hadn't been fighting in or training. Usually he was kept busy, prepping for a fight if he wasn't in one. Something, however, made his father change his mind this time and maybe it was because of whatever his son had with Mel. Considering it his holiday gift to him, Costin let his son go with Mel to celebrate the new year. It was an introduction, in a sense, to what was out there and what the city had to offer. Though he had no intention of going to Times Square, that was out of the question. He would prefer something more low key and it seemed she did too. It was how they found themselves in the local bar, Andrei more or less quiet in general as he observed everything. It wasn't that he never partied before, he just hadn't seen this small space so packed before. Downing his drink, the countdown started and he feels her take his hand in his. Attention shifts to her as the countdown reaches zero, turning to her as he sees everyone kiss who they are with. So, he leans down to do the same and ring in the new year with a kiss.

The air was thick with smoke from musket-fire, and shouts arose from varying vantage points as Ben remained hunkered low behind a tree. He and his men had been out on a reconnaissance mission -- it was supposed to be quick and open-and-shut -- yet despite assurances of otherwise, they’d been thwarted by a small group of redcoats.

Aiming his flintlock as silently as he could, Ben glanced around the tree in his cramped position, his vision momentarily blinded by sweat as he searched through the woods. His cheek stung from a shallow cut he’d received from a low-hanging branch, and with a grimace, he paused to wipe his sleeve across the wound. Blood and perspiration smeared across his white cuff and further dirtied up his uniform.

Overhead, he heard more shouts -- both from his men and the enemy -- before the sound of musket-shot whizzed overhead.

Damnation.

Ben dove to the side and ran in a zigzag. Not pausing to look over his shoulder, he wove in between various trees and tore through the underbrush, all the while searching for the perfect place to take cover. Nearly losing his balance across the forest floor, he righted himself again and stumbled onward, but not before tripping over something prone across the ground...something petite and warm.

Cursing, Ben managed to keep his flintlock from discharging as he landed harshly onto his shins. He glanced over his shoulder, and his breath caught in his lungs once he realized he’d fallen over...a woman? What in God’s name...?

Swearing again, he tucked away his flintlock before moving over to her, his hands unsteady as he checked for a pulse. She was unresponsive, but breathing, and from what he could ascertain, injured to some degree. Scanning her from head to toe, he balked in mortification once he realized this woman was indecent -- her odd-looking shift ended well above the knee, and her stockings, though a decent enough cover, were a peculiar color and fabric. Good God, who would have been cruel enough to steal this woman’s skirts? And why?

Embarrassed on her behalf, Ben quickly doffed his coat and laid it across her unmoving frame. Although he didn’t know how she’d gotten caught in the fray, he knew he needed to get her back to camp...

“ that is … literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. “ (Alec)

His brow arched, looking over at her with a briefly confused expression before he begins mumbling to himself. “...No that can’t be right, I remember gettin’ away with that…oh..” The realization that was over one hundred years ago hit him and he had to pause a moment as his hand lifted to scratch at the back of his head while a sheepish smile started to spread on the Scotsman’s face. “Right…” He chuckles a bit as he nods in further understanding. “Okay, so scratch that plan then. Alright, lass?” His arms move to now cross over broad chest as he goes back to thinking. Sometimes he got certain laws mixed up after so many years, some started to blur together. Seemed this was one of those times. Still, it was a good idea if that hadn’t been a problem like it had been long ago. A hand lifted to run over his beard as he thought before icy blue eyes were directed downwards to the smaller figure. “If my idea is so bad then, why don’t ye come up with something better?” He offers not with attitude but as a suggestion. “See if ye can, if not then we might have to figure out how to make mine more legal or just try to get away with it.” Alec shrugs, letting her take the lead with this one.

&. memes | always accepting.

The  type  of  person  Steve  was  made  him  ideal  for  this  in  certain  ways  and  tragically  horrible  for  it  in  others.  He  would  always  be  the  man  willing  to  throw  himself  into  the  line  of  fire  to  save  others—knowing  what  was  the  right  thing  to  do  and  doing  it  without  a  second  thought—but  it  sometimes  made  it  difficult  to  see  the  bigger  picture.  The  careless  heroics  often  put  himself  in  danger  and  even  knowing  the  risks,  Steve  wouldn’t  have  it  other  ways.  He  could  push  himself  to  the  limit  so  he  should,  at  least  that  was  the  logic.  It  takes  Steve  a  lot  to  remember  he’s  only  human  with  tougher  flesh  but  still  flesh.  It’s  why  when  he’s  pushed  out  of  the  way  of  the  flying  object  that  whirls  past  him,  his  head  is  snapping  in  her  direction  with  a  heave  of  breath,  and  a  look  of  sheepishness.  He  had  been  stuck  in  his  own  head  too  focused  on  securing  the  perimeter  of  any  civilians  he  hadn’t  noticed.  ❝  Thanks  you’re  a  lifesaver,  Mel.  ❞    And  he  means  it  quite  literally.

Marcos wasn’t the type to like to bother people, but he’d been in this job long enough to know that that wasn’t always something that he had the luxury to care about. He was only one person, he told himself as he approached the stable that was the last given location of a contact. Besides, this meeting had been planned. it wasn’t like he was just dropping in out of nowhere.

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