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[justicereigns]

I need some advice on the best refractory material that can withstand extremely high temperatures and a near immediate cooldown. It has to cool white. And I need someone who can work scrimshaw on it without risking cracking or compromising the integrity. Thanks.

[Short and sweet as always.]

[Meanwhile, Smoker locks a message to Namur, Rip, Grell, and even Marco, though he basically hopes the Phoenix ignores it.]

I need to meet with you during Portgas' work hours. It's not an emergency, nothing's wrong, but it is important. Send me times, or stop by the shop, but not alone.

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[burnt_offering]

[At this point Ace has one singular point where he can remember the actual word refractory being said at all. And it came with a period attached. So his mind goes right to Smoker's long suffering attempts at making sure his dumbass pirate was actually given some form of real sex ed.

Which means, in his mind, Smoker is somehow weirdly airing out the dirty laundry on the whole damn network. Or he's found a really wild way to announce something new happening to Ace.] ...Is this something you should be askin' everyone? [Says the young man who in the past admitted without privacy settings a very private nickname for Smoker.

Ace, please.]

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[justicereigns]

[It's not like Smoker FORGETS Ace is a dumbass, even if Smoker still wants to marry him -- and yet!!! It still managed to surprise him.]

Portgas, what exactly do you think I'm asking?

[He's reminded of how Ace's first post went down with Namur, yup.]

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[burnt_offering]

[Sometimes his levels of dumbassery surprises even those most used to his antics. And in the end, he really was raised by bandits. That's a forgivable excuse for some of it, surely.]

I dunno. But refractory happens when you can't get it up for a few minutes right?

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[justicereigns]

[Yes, also the punches to the head from Garp.]

[And Smoker falls the fuck over and out of the chair. Fuck. Why?] I know this is hard to believe, but not everything is always about sex!

[All the red!!!! This is his fault. This is what he gets.]

[Coughs and rubs his face!!!]. Refractory just means stubborn and resistant to everything, no matter what. Like you and me.

Refractory materials are what forges use for insulation, or what crucibles are made out of. A crucible is what you put your smelting -- the stuff you want to melt; into. That means they're more stubborn than bone or teeth about melting. You'd put bones and teeth into a crucible to melt them... Sort of.

And scrimshaw... Do you know what that is? It's not a sex thing, just getting that out of the way.

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[burnt_offering]

[Between all of the literal abuse he got, and childhood accidents, it's a miracle that Ace is even alive. And a miracle that he's this intelligent despite the knocks to the head he's gotten.

...Oh, wow. That's a reaction. Ace leans in, and shakes his head. He might be a little indignant about the not everything is always about sex thing. Because for them, 8 times out of 10, it is.] I know that! I'm not stupid! [Oh, Ace. The rest of that gets him to listen though, okay. So it really isn't about sex.]

Okay, okay. I get it! [He does after the explanations anyway.]

I know what scrimshaw, I think. It's that fancy carved bone, right?

[Video]

[justicereigns]

[It really is!!]

[And Smoker calms down and nods.]

Yeah, good job. Bones are pretty heat resistant too. So it's a special kind of jewelery. Or treasure, I guess.

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[burnt_offering]

So you're wanting to make something special for yourself? Okay. I don't know much about stuff like this. I can make basic weapons and stuff like that, but I'm pretty shitty at delicate work. But I can do some research for you!

[He's not the best at that, either. Unless it's something he's really interested in. But for Smoker, he'll do some legwork and try to get information on things!

...And then it hits him, they have someone in their lives that's better at this.] You probably wanna ask Namur, actually. He knows almost everything.

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[justicereigns]

Not for me, Freckle-butt. For you. I want it to keep up with you. That's why it has to handle heat so well.

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[burnt_offering]

Really? Damn you're spoiling me again.

[burnt_offering]

[But wait...]

Do I have freckles on my ass?

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[singinghuntress]

Smoker, vat are you planning?

Alzo, diamonds.

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[justicereigns]

I'm not doing a wedding band made of diamonds, Portgas would punch me, and probably get in more fights because of it. And you can't carve them.

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[singinghuntress]

[............................................................]

Hold on. VAT.

[...She heard that right, didn't she?]

I'm not sure vhich little brozher I should be threatening or lecturing not to hurt zhe ozher now~.

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[justicereigns]

Well, it's not official yet. I want to ask you all at once so... Work on getting Namur and Grell over here, okay?

And I'll die before purposely hurting Portgas, that's why I'm doing this.

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[singinghuntress]

Good.

...I'll see vat I can do, but, no promises. At zhe very least I can drag Namur over.

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[justicereigns]

Much obliged.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Since he's apparently being dragged to the shop by Rip, here's Namur, looking many shades of nonplussed.]

A'ight, what's the big shittin' deal, Gullboy.

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[justicereigns]

[Wow. Now that it's really happening... He's totally fucking balking on this. Give him a moment.]

I want to join your stupid family. I'm not pledging my allegiance to Whitebeard, or the phoenix, just to Ace, but I want to marry him. Ideally with your.. his family's blessing.

[You remember how he broke down over what is love? Yeah, he's not that bad this time, but he's definitely closer to red and flustered and broken than not.]

[Please don't hug him, he can't take that. Seriously. Punching is good though!]

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[om_nom_namur]

[When you're a fidgety dude, a shop full of bicycles just begs to be touched. Handlebars to crank, wheels to spin. Most of the time it doesn't do anything. He leaves a few fingerprints and nothing more.

But then Smoker's gotta go say some dumb shit like I wanna join yer family but not actually join it and suddenly there's this domino effect going on, one bike falls sideways into another, which tips and falls into its neighbor, and so on, making a bigger racket than dolphins forming a superpod and Namur just stares, mouth open so he can taste that Smoker's not shitting him even if that's an island-whale sized load.]

I'd whoop yer ass if y' pretended the Old Man'd have y' easy as that. But y' can't be both in an' out, that ain't how shit works. We could pretend for awhile, but we'd all be lyin', an' the truth a it'd be either yer all in on the family or yer takin' Ace out. So which is it yer divin' at?

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[justicereigns]

[Smoker flinches at the bikes falling over, but makes no move to pick them up for now.]

[And he snorts quietly. Whitebeard would be so lucky to have him, okay okay.]

I'm not becoming a pirate, Namur.

But I'm not taking him away from you either.

So what is it you want?

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[om_nom_namur]

The family ain't 'bout bein' pirates. Ain't been for a long time. Y' ain't the only one that's had t' give up hangin' ont' titles an' shit from the past.

But if y' say y' wanna join the family, then y' gotta recognize Marco's the head a it. Wanna join the family, then we're gonna expect loyalty outta y'. Y'd get it all back, course, even if at first 's like tryna swallow an urchin for some folk. But if me an' Grell can find a way t' make it work, anyone can.

So what I want is for y' t' recognize the shit y' jus' said. Y' can't join up but not count. There ain't no half way. Think it through a bit more an' figure out what 'zactly it is yer really wantin' t' ask, here. Y' give a shit 'bout the family? Or y' just tellin' us y' wanna marry Ace?

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[justicereigns]

[Growls.]

[Of course Namur would make him say it again. Namur never lets him get away with leaving anything unsaid.]

[It's old habits though so his hackles are on end.] I meant what I said! I want to join the family! Loyalty and all, damn it!

[It says something that he doesn't punch him though!]

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[om_nom_namur]

[Namur shrugs.]

I'll talk t' Marco. Anythin' else?

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[justicereigns]

I want to marry Portgas.

With blessings.

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[om_nom_namur]

[Chuckles.]

What, do I look like a priest? Sheheheh!

[And then, because he does know what Smoker's really asking, he adds:]

I'll talk t' Marco.

[He turns to go do just that.]