#pxison

Stella was finally released from her duty of servicing the second oldest son as she wobbled down the hallway. The blonde had been there from noon well into the evening as the sun had set a long time ago. The female knew that everyone walking by would have heard screams and cries, not of pleasure, but pain. Her body was sore from the electric as her uniform was torn up badly. However, she was glad her body wasn't covered in bruises or her own blood this time. Her skin was not punctured at least today as he might have been in a good mood.

Walking down the corridor, she noticed the youngest sibling and quickly looked down. Stella was messy with blonde hair frizzled and her uniform was barely holding together at the seams. Her underwear was missing along with her skirt being torn where it was barely covering her round ass. The female was slowly moving hoping she did not catch his eye as she did not want to draw attention to herself as the youngest had never really gotten a proper look at her yet. But it was well known she was one of Niji's favorite toys as she had not broken yet mentally even though her body needed time to recover many times, she still was able to perform for entertainment.

@pxison asked: (Reiju) hold my muse’s hand to pull them around in excitement (sending this for reasons) hand touching meme!

   Law’s eyebrows shoot up when he sees Reiju’s features break out in the brightest of expressions. A wave of pure excitement and joy just runs right through her, coming out in a way that is such a surprise. She doesn’t even try to suppress it and for a moment she’s her true self. No trained weapon made to hide her feelings. No Poison Pink in sight. Just Reiju, vibrant and happy.

   This can’t be because he’s here, right? Sure, he has been trying more often to get her to let loose when they run into each other but Law can’t imagine he’d draw this kind of delight out of her.

   In this bout of excitement, she grabs onto his hand and tugs him along with her. Law lets out a grunt of surprise, stumbling a step before letting himself get tugged along with her. Despite his usually dower nature he finds he doesn’t have the heart to stop this. Not when Reiju’s smile looks so warm.

"Are there another smaller pair of glasses under there?"

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This had become her nightly routine, the salt from the sea and constant soot from Germa's weapon testing or incursion fallout was horrible for her skin so nightly baths had become a necessity. The time was one Yorin could truly be alone with her thoughts, no work, no servants, no siblings to entertain like caged tigers.

When she reaches the royal bathing area, clad only in a black and yellow baroque print robe, a servant girl has already begun drawing her bath and spiking the water with various salts and scents. Yorin nods their thanks to the girl when she exits the bath pool area and passes them in the shower, fingers running through long two tone hair.

Alone at last, dark eyes slide closed, mind finally allowed to go blank, the gentle combing of nails over her scalp mercifully the only thing they have to think about for the next few minutes.

The move to Germa had gone well? It was hard to say but there also hadn't been any incidents outside of the usual fair. Yonji has been coming around nicely, touch starved and unknowingly desperate for affection she was very willing to give; he seemed more shocked at the development than she. He was nearly sweet, seemingly harmless enough to almost lull Yorin into believing he wasn't bred solely for warfare. Niji's antics were harder to ignore but avoiding him was also easier since the man was preceded by a wall of noise. Yorin's brow tenses, eyes opening to grab for the shower head and rinse out her hair before moving on to washing before the soak.

Sudsy luffa slides over round shoulders, empty hand sliding between full breast and around thick thighs. Niji was trouble but their family’s marriage contract had neutered most if not all of his violent impulses, he still found ways to be annoying. Luffa slides down along their calves and feet then back up, refreshing scent of milk soap heavy in the air as she continues scrubbing up and down frothy limbs. Ichiji has been a stranger, only seeing him now and then at meal time, if he wasn't on a mission he was working to better Germa's relations. She wondered if the man had any hobbies or at least slept. The brothers mood dictated the mood of the kingdom and its inhabitants.

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Home at last, the third son finally begins to relax. His mission had been tamed, all killing mundane at this point. One diplomat had gotten into it with another and wanted her gone; it was petty like most of the assassin work he was contacted out for. Judge never seemed to care as long as the belly were delivered in equal parts before and after the job was completed. Sanji had been under strict orders to make it appear as an accident: easier said than done given the women's schedule. Most of his time away had been spent tailing his target to get a sense of her schedule. He couldn't say he hated that part entirely. Having a candid look into people's lives; of all his siblings he's sure he has the greatest sense of what life off of Germa was like. 

The women he had killed by all accounts seemed well adjusted. Made time for her aging father who only remembered her every other visit and he thinks she liked her work. This job wasn't espionage so he didn't indulge in snooping, not like she would have noticed with the state of her home. The woman was a barely held together mess; makes sense that a fall after a shower would get her. She liked to shower after work, it was a summer island during summer so the humidity was torture.  Even in his raid suit purposely made with temperature control in mind the job was running long.

He's not sure why but he'd decided to conclude the job after one of the good visits with her father. They had spent most of the time laughing, sharing a meal he'd remember his wife loved. She'd taken leftovers for lunch the following day, kissed him goodbye, said she loved him and would talk to him later. Sanji isn't sure why he lingered after posing her body just outside the shower,water still running, her head cracked open. It wasn't painful, she hadn't seen it coming and by the time her assistant found her in the morning she'd be dead.

Sanji pulls deeply from the joint between his lips, let's the smoke swim in his lungs before exhaling long and slow. None of the details mattered now, the job was closed and he'd done his report for Ichiji's neurotic organization, the only issue he had came after. The voyage back to Germa was inexplicably rough out towards the end. He'd given orders to batten down the hatches and ride the freak storm out, the grand line too moody to test their luck.

Relief or a more muted, neutered version of the emotion settles in his belly when they are finally given permission to dock. Communication may have been affected by the storm or maybe the clones were growing more incompetent. Sanji would only tolerate as few men as he could get by with, the bloated cannon fodder his brothers kept on their ships was excessive at times. Still he doesn't expect the armed greeting  after his snail ship retreats into its hull.

Standing at the base of his tower, a good portion of paved stone and manicured lawn between them. Gloved fingers push his dark shades up onto the top of his head. "What the hell are you men doing?" He huffs chewing around the end of his blunt. 

A few of the soldiers mutter amongst themselves, the stealth black raid suit and familiarly dressed  clones behind the intruder looking all too similar to their own ranks. 

A puff of smoke escaped into the air as the deck had fallen quiet for the night while it had been his decision to relieve Brook from the latest watch. Despite being exhausted, sleep wasn't going to come that easily while there were still countless thoughts running through his head because of everything that happened. The memories of his past, reuniting with a family that he hadn't thought about in years, and the tension that seemed to linger among the deck of the ship. It might have been his imagine, but Sanji was trying to make things right for the sake of his friends. For the sake of his crewmates and the damage that the ship had received, he knew that Franky was going to have a field day once he got to see the Sunny. The shipwright most likely would be crying so many tears because of the ship that he had created with his own two hands. It was a relief that the Sunny had managed to stay floating while the damage happened above the deck instead of underneath.

There was one thought that tended to cross his mind, he really didn't know what to make of it either. He understood why Reiju was determined to help escape from Big Mom and her children, but his brothers that was a different story. Why did they decide to help him? The sake of them wanting to get revenge because of how quickly the deal with Big Mom was thrown out the window, they weren't going to trust her because of the plan that she had. Things had always been tense between him and his brothers, he doubted that he would ever have a normal relationship with them. Those three including Judge saw him as a black sheep of the family because he was different, because he had remained human.

Their mother had sacrificed to try and stop what Judge had done to them, but it was Sanji who only had been freed from those experiments. It was Sanji who was able to continue to feel. Would he ever be able to have a good bond with his brothers? That was a question the former prince was unable to answer, he doubted that he would be able to get those answers. He doubted that he would every see them again especially since they were far from the waters where Big Mom ruled. It probably was for the best though, he was where he needed to be even if things weren't going to be that easy to fix with his crew. It was unknown how things would go once he crossed paths with the others inside of Wano, he would have to wait. He would have to be patient.

A noise was quick to grab his attention, a noise that he never thought he would hear this soon. Unable to clearly see which sibling was standing in front of him, he wouldn't help, but clench his teeth around his cigarette. Was it one of his brothers? Was it Reiju?

@pxison Yorin wants to rub at her temples, fight the headache that's steadily building behind dark eyes but knows it won't help. This headache was for life, for the betterment of the families. Inhaling deeply through their nose, nails gently press into her eyebrows and smooth the fine hairs down. It wasn't working but it was soothing enough to allow the frustration of their first encounter to be pushed aside for the rest of the afternoon and hopefully through till the end of lunch. Still, when Yorin enters the large atrium not arm-in-arm with her betrothed as planned it doesn't go unnoticed my her mother or eldest sister. The skin around Yonji's chin starting to take on color from the force of his own first hitting him at the command of the women's devil fruit would begin to bruise soon enough. Hopefully his Germa engineering took into account the possibly; he was suppose to be the strong one after all. But lying was easy and no one wanted any issue, did they? A repeat of Whole Cake Island would be beyond disaster given this entire union was for siege protection.

B-lining for the refreshment table because not only did a sip of wine sound good but her mother was also on the other side and would have to slowly make her way through their guest to speak to her. Two fingers close around the tapered steam of a glass of dry white wine, give it a gentle swirl before raising it to plump lips for a sip ... and another, and one more just because she could. The bitter taste of a bad first impression still lingers but mother was only a third of the way through their guest and Yorin's position. Yorin needed to move, connect with another Germa royal. The blue one; Niji was between her current location and mother so there was a chance mother would reach her first. Reiju seemed to be closer but was speaking with Judge and another merchant, another non starter; two (probably three) against one if Yonji was foolish enough to disclose their violent exchange.

That only left the eldest brother, Ichiji as cover. There had of course been plans to introduce themselves to each member of the family during the party given the only information either party had on the other was a dossier of requested information. Mother was closing in quickly so Yorin finished the last sip of her wine, placed the glass down and carefully grabbed another before targeting the red head southeast of the refreshment table. Thankful making it to him before her mother could make it past Judge and Reiju. "Ichiji-sama." Right foot sweeps behind left and knees bend down then up in a slow, well practiced curtsy, head rising from a deep bow. "I'd love a moment to speak with you." The creases of her bright smile doesn't betray admittedly foul mood. Having Yonji hit himself was one thing, he was an idiot. Ichiji's aura was world's different, like a long burning fire, strong and unextinguished by foreign elements.

(@pxison - Yonji) [ COVER ]: sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

Neither of them should have been here.

Targets running was nothing new but this old man had a death wish.

Sanji is under strict orders to bring him in alive, a bonus Judge wanted; good gracious, some precious object for his collection; Sanji hadn't been listening. A stray artery shell struck the building he found out later, the resulting destabilization and crumbling brick threw the target and him to the ground but the floor beneath the prince was weaker and gave way in rushing lines and splinters. Sanji was on his feet before the building could settle following the hurried clatter of steps a floor up, the way they had come cut off by a jump old bones surely wouldn't survive intact. Fuck. He growls, a vision of his father's disapproving scowl worse than the spot on his record.

The chase leads outside, old man making a run for the adjoining tower across crumbling battlements, wiry frame dodging downed men and soldiers still firing from cover. Sanji's faster, easily lunging and pivoting past the chunks of heavy stone and cracking floor. Doesn't hear the shell slicing through the gunpowder burned air or the droaning whirr of cables in his six. It's only when gloves close around the flapping collar of his target does he realize the grounds given away under him and his bodies about to catch the business end of something nasty.

Yonji should have been minding his own damn business. He had to be under orders to clear the wall but he still shouldn't have been there. Sanji could have taken it, sure it probably would have ripped clean through his shoulder or blown off his arm at the elbow if he had half a second to pull back. What's a little battlefield amputation? So, why was Yonji there? Why did this idiot swoop in and cover him?

The target is safe, snot and tears making a mess of his face as he clings to the prince's fist clenched around his shirt. Sanji's eyes are blown wide, curly brows pushed together in open concern while mouth fights to string together a choked: "What did you do?" A scorched hole of metal and cables takes up the space that was his brother's shoulder, the reinforced shell of his ribs exposed from the temporary cavity of the bullet's impact. His empty hand is fisting at the yellow double six of Yonji's suit unsure if he should let go, unsure if his touch is the only thing keeping that ugly gash from spreading further.