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[it's night. Going on 12. Ace has been gone for about a week in the dungeons going deeper and deeper until he thought he would suffocate.

But even he can't stand the loneliness for that long. He'll stuff an envelop of money under Marco's door when he's sure the phoenix isn't there and then hurry on, wandering aimlessly through the streets, through one city then another.

There's a lot weighing on his mind but feel free to address him.]

Locked to Smoker:

[at 2 am he'll come into Smoker's room again. Quiet but not sneakng. Because screw everything, honestly]

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Ace?

[ It's probably an increasingly worrying habit that Adela is starting to go out when she can't sleep. Not that this park in particular is any kind of dangerous, but still.

She's in her pajamas and a coat when she wheels over to him, having spotted him. She hasn't seen him in a while... And it's pretty easy to tell that he's down.

The question is if Ace will actually let her catch up though, because as good as she's gotten at manoeuvring the thing she probably won't be able to keep up if he doesn't want her to. ]

[he stops. If only because it's Adela and she's had to put up with enough crap]

Hey...

[said over his shoulder]

Let me push you.

[because if he's going to talk to her...he just... doesn't want to be looked at]

Wandering aimlessly? That's Ted's #1 hobby. His #1 accident is crashing into others, for he often walks with his eyes closed, reasonably confident his wayward paths would be lonely ones. Not so with Ace. They collided under the evening stars of Genessia City.

Ted apologized, dusted himself off, and offered a hand to the stranger he couldn't quite make out in the vague darkness, in case he were likewise floored. "Sorry, didn't see you there. I'm Ted. Yourself?

Took you long enough.

[It's not what he wanted to say. But he doesn't know what he wants to say. Nothing. Something. He didn't want the brat to be there... but it was inevitable. And maybe if they fought it out again he could actually sleep.]

[And Smoker doesn't do the lying to pretend he wasn't somehow expecting this by now.]

[Because really, he was.]

[He didn't want to, but it was like fate.]

[Fuck fate. Kick it in the face.]

He wasn't floored. He barely registered the other but the voice gives him pause. It takes him a moment to work out if he wants to be sociable or not and he decides he may as well be; though he doesn't take the hand.

"Ace." He puts his own hands in his pockets. "Sorry for running into you." But he doesn't sound at all sorry. Mostly if he just knows he's supposed to be polite because the alternative is punching someone in the face.

... All right.

[ She nods to him, and just from how he's speaking she can already tell something's bothering him. When he is behind her she doesn't speak right away, wanting to meet his eye when talking to him but... What could she ask? She already knows something is wrong, so asking that is pointless... Maybe she should just let him talk at his own pace.

Which is hard, she really wants to ask, and to help, but if she really is as similar to Ace as Marco claims... Waiting and letting him do things at his own pace will probably work better. ]

Touch my brother and I'll kill you.

[it's not what he had come to say but it is what came out]

[he pushes her. It doesn't make him feel much better but a little at least. But he's also kind of pissed]

It's dangerous to be by yourself at night. Don't be such an idiot.

Ace...he'd heard that name before.

Crap! That was the guy who announced, in public no less, plans for lawlessness. He had half a mind to spin kick the guy out of principle.

But there was something else at play, too. He spoke with a seriousness very unlike that announcement. Like a man changed. That got Ted curious, at least. Might as well see what it's about before the feet get flying. "Penny for your thoughts?"

[It's so rote.]

[What's the point in it?]

[Roger, Straw Hat, Portgas.]

[So many dots, but why can't he connect them?]

[He wants to snark something that will definitely throw Ace into a fit.]

[But if he's going to do that...]

[He should do it outside.]

Too late.

[Oops.]

I picked this place for a reason, and that aside you know I can use my magic if needed.

[ Adela tries to keep from sounding too annoyed though, and she follows it up with a soft sigh. ]

I also could not sleep and wanted some fresh air.

... Is there something you wish to talk about, Ace? Aside from my being out at night.

Edited (fixing redundant wording) 2016-07-15 20:38 (UTC)

"Why do you want to know?" He doesn't trust this guy immediately. Why would anyone ask that unless they knew and cared about the person they were talking to? And not some random stranger?

He slightly shrugged. "Curiosity. You're not usual, which seems like a good thing. And everyone likes hearing about good things."

[he only barely fights down the initial reaction of 'you bastard!' even as flames flicker suddenly on his shoulders and down his arms. He clenches his hands into fists. Smoker is fucking with him. Even if he did touch Luffy there's nothing he could have done to him. Nowhere he could have taken him.

He snatches the jitte, letting flames dance over the handle but not eating it, not yet, it takes an enormous amount of self control to not and that's good for him he feels like]

How attached are you to this thing.

No. And it's stupid. Don't be so careless. Even if you have magic there's always going to be someone stronger than you. What are you going to do if someone tips you out of your chair? Makes it so you can't use magic? What then? And you're all alone out here no one's going to be able to come find you until it's too late. It's not like you could run.

[raps the top of her head with his knuckles]

Think a little more about what you're doing. This place isn't safe.

[take someone with you, he wants to say, but he can see why she wouldn't want to do that especially if she wants to be alone]

Edited 2016-07-15 20:44 (UTC)

"The hell do you mean by that?" He knows he's unusual in a lot of ways but he doesn't get what this guy is getting at. "And I don't have a good thing to tell you." Even if he did he wasn't sure if he would.

[Smoker's eyes narrow on both Ace and the jitte.]

[Whatever Portgas did melt could be replaced, and he was working in a forge, he had really easy means to do just that.]

[He gets up, grabs it in a lightning crack smoke fist, and puts on his jacket, sliding it into the loop.]

[It'd weigh him down heavily if Portgas really went all out, but he wonders what it would take to make the kid feel better.]

[Luckily(??) he was already wearing his jeans so he just heads for the door, not speaking to Ace one way or another. If they were going to fight, it might as well be someplace with space, and he'd set his jacket and jitte aside then. If necessary.]

[He wonders if he should twist an emotional knife to Portgas' gut.]

[He could do it really easily.]

[But he'd hate himself for being that weak.]

["How attached was Whitebeard to the bisento? I hear it's his memorial now."]

[Tch.]

[No.]

[He keeps walking, ignoring heat, punches, and all forms of Portgas other than the mental weight at the corner of his mind.]

I had to replace it once already.

[And he could do it again. But it wasn't worth it. Not really. Ace just wanted to prove he could protect his brother. An idiot who didn't truly get what was going on yet.]

[Then again... Smoker felt the same could be said of himself.]

How attached are you to that hat?

Edited 2016-07-15 20:53 (UTC)

"I mean you seem like a bad man in a bad mood; there's something promising in that. Like you might be on the road to Damascus.

Do you have something true to tell me, at least? I'd settle for that."

[ Ow. She has to rub the then-sore spots, looking over her shoulder to glower at him for it. It doesn't last, and she shakes her head before looking forward again.

... It's really hard not to think about what's already happened when he points it all out like that though. It's not like she hasn't thought about it... She's probably thought about it too often, honestly.

It's better if he doesn't know, though -- there's a reason he doesn't know. ]

I doubt someone could make it so I cannot use my magic. And you did not answer me.

[he turns the chair around so violently so that it goes up on one wheel and then slams his hands down on the arm rests, moving in close]

You doubt that?! You doubt it?! Don't be so stupid! Even the strongest Devil Fruit user can be stopped right in their damn tracks! There's always going to be something out there that's going to be able to kill you so don't be so fucking naive!

It pisses him off. Even if he's in the mood to be pissed off he's even moreso already.

"I don't know where Damascus is. Is that true enough?"

[Ace follows him with his gaze. Smoker is going out. Not leaving him behind, he doesn't think, but picking the battlefield.

Well fuck that. He's not going to let Smoker set out how this is going to be.

Instead he moves further into the room, lays on Smoker's bed with his arms behind his head and casually sets it on fire under him]

I could live without it.

[though it would piss him off]

[ There isn't even enough time to feel frazzled before Ace is in her face, yelling at her, and --

She knows. She knows all of it. That she can be stopped, that her magic doesn't make her invincible, that she can die.

Unfortunately, whether it's because she's tired or everything just wearing on her by this point, she feels something beginning to break and, at that moment, starts to lose control over it. ]

I know, Ace! I know that no one is invincible, I would have to be the world's greatest fool to not know that by now! Literally anything in the world can end it, whether it is at the hands of some blaggard or caused by a freak accident! But hiding from the world and not doing what I wish because things become a little dangerous is not living, it is being ruled by fear and I refuse to do that!

And you ignored my question again, I refuse to believe you did not hear me!

[that takes him aback a bit. Literally he takes two steps away from her to stare at her.

Though even what she says it's true and he can't deny that it's better to live than to be afraid he still doesn't want her to die, damnit. He still doesn't want her to be out here by herself. Everything feels like it's going to die at any moment and the world will collapse in on itself like a badly made tent

but he can't say that. He can't justify it.

He'll just have to keep an eye on her]

No! I don't want to talk! I don't want to talk to you or anyone! So just shut the hell up already!

[...]

[Glares.]

[He's tempted to leave him there anyway.]

[But a pirate in his bed is just...]

[He puts on his gloves and rubs a hand down his face, leaning by the doorway. Their roles are reversed somehow. Weird.]

[Portgas' words bother him. Eat at him.]

["You didn't." He wants to say.]

[As if the hat could somehow stop that, in a way that Portgas had wanted him to.]

[He wants a drink.]

[Again.]

[Ugh.]

[He'd been avoiding keeping alcohol in his room in case for when Portgas did come back like this, no sense having easy explosives available.]

[Then again, he's not sure what time it is, or what's open.]

Could you?

[It's not a real question, but it sounds like it.]

[Because he wonders...]

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