#medicusmortem

"It's odd that we share the same birthday. And please, no morbid jokes about that alright? Just stating the obvious". She must be bored to talk to him of all people but it's still odd that they were both born on October 6th.

          “consequences are minimal when it comes to me,” at least with this sort of thing. having a mushroom that was found in the forest floor could spell disaster for anyone if they were to eat it without knowing what it was, but for luffy who had been immune to most poisons since his time back in impel down? the straw hat captain didn’t pay law any mind as he kept on munching away.

@medicus-mortem // from here.

Her jaw tightened, lip twitching up in a sneer when she was denied access to Luffy. The idea that anyone- let alone a male thought they could grant or deny her permission to anything would have turned everyone within her vicinity foaming at the mouth as they fell unconscious or turned to stone.

The empress was a raging cobra wound-up and near hissing as the desire to strike coursed through the blood that pounded in her ears. It was Luffy that held her back, but even then it was like trying to leash a tempest.

Stupid-?! HER?

She let out a small appalled cry as her head tipped back, hand touching her pulsing forehead. The insult made her physically nauseous, the overwhelming need to rip his throat out even moreso. The Kuja who weren't shouting in their empress' defense had gone tense with worry at what the situation could escalate to.

Then she froze in her dramatics when a chill ran down her spine. If he wakes up. If. If.

@medicus-mortem​ / Law said . . .

Law turns a lazy smirk on Sabo, the doctor looking perhaps a little too relaxed. He places a hand on the revolutionary's shoulder, everything about him calm, except for the look in those golden eyes. That's a look that slides comfortably into dangerous territory. "So, Rebel-ya," he starts, voice smooth and that hand blackening with his Haki. "I think it's 'bout time we had a chat." 

     He knew this day was coming ever since he and Lamy exchanged that moment hidden away in enemy territory, hiding in a culvert. Naturally he had done his research on the elder Trafalgar sibling, all in a day’s work as a Revolutionary, and Law wasn’t exactly someone who kept on the down-low himself anyways. So far the start to this conversation was a bit smoother than he anticipated, the only aberration in what he imagined would happen should they get the chance to talk. The dangerous glint in the man’s eyes, the haki, the threat hidden away in that nonchalant body language; all accounted for. He was a dangerous pirate after all, just coincidentally the sibling of someone Sabo had come to cherish.

     “Ah, Tra-guy.” He had long since picked up Luffy’s nickname for the Surgeon of Death, a bad habit he hadn’t even considered to correct. Cerulean gaze faced the other, his own smile easy-going and almost downright friendly were it not for the glint of something in his own eyes, similarly dangerous. He wasn’t an easy man to shake up no matter the reputation he faced against. Contingencies were mentally prepared; though he had come to rely upon Ace’s devil fruit, a lifetime without had him ready to enable his own Haki. For the meantime though, he didn’t, in the interest of not immediately seeming like a threat.

"All this positivity is gonna give me a fucking cavity," Law snarls, sidling up beside Usopp and glaring at the Straw Hat captain’s helpful bullshit.

      oh, he didn’t even hear law come up to him! he was about to scream from the sudden arrival, but after hearing what the other had to say, usopp’s eyes went to watch his captain doing god knows what at the moment and gave a light laugh and shrugged.

The party infiltration was almost - almost - a success.  Just as they’d suspected, the host had ties to the underworld, just another flea riding on the success of a mad dog.  But, despite their efforts to disguise themselves as a wealthy couple, Robin quickly found out that they were under suspicion.

It began when she danced with the host, and dared to converse with him.  A slow melody played from the live band at the time, the host guiding her into a waltz.  Of course, she was elegant and as graceful as could be - Professor Fyodor Anna belonged to that party, she breathed royalty just as naturally as she read, or as she could slip poison into his drink.  But the conversation with the host had turned sour when she’d pulled away from his advances.

There was a time she would have accepted using her body for information - or perhaps even an assassination.  But she reacted on instinct, and Professor Anna and Doctor Herz were such a lovely couple, adored by all but yet out of mind of the entire party; such a scandal would draw too much attention to them.

She excuses herself from the host, apologizing for any inconvenience with a polite courtesy, and finds her partner in crime.  The music continues on its slow waltz as she and Law share a kiss and a dance under one of the chandeliers.

“Eager to be rid of me so quickly?” she whispers into Law’s ear, hot breath blowing down his neck.  Her own mask is that of a bird - ironic, she had mused at the time she bought it. “Keep up the appearance.  Our dear friend is looking at us.”

A wistful sigh passes through her lips.

“I managed to gather enough about the next shipment, but nothing we couldn’t have discovered elsewhere,” Robin says, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. “He offered to take me upstairs.  Sadly I rejected his advances.” She pulls back from Law. “As much as I’d love a chance to, it would put us under suspicion when his servants discover his body.”

don’t feel bad. i’m smarter than everyone.