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genessia2016-07-17 08:03 pm
chicken_kun) wrote in genessia2016-07-17 08:03 pm
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Helloooooo Genessia [video/action]
VIDEO
[With absolutely zero apologies to anyone who sees this, Bartolomeo spends the first 30 seconds of the video feed looking into the camera with a dubious expression and picking his nose. Just. Placidly staring, digging for gold. Enjoy the prolonged video study of his fangs, nose ring, goth makeup, and bright fucking neon green hair. Best first impression ever.
When he gets bored of that, his finger drops and he just bares his fangs into the phone's camera.]
This is stupid. Get a job? Hah! Jobs are for losers. And this jewelry is ugly. I'm so over this place, look at it. This little town is way too pretty. [he grins widely] It needs a special touch, I think. Maybe it's time for a new Barto Club, eh?
[he drops the video away and forgets to turn it off right away, so for a moment it just swings wildly back and forth in his fist as he walks. In the process of this vertigo-inducing view, it also picks up his last mutter to himself:]
Ain't as much fun if Luffy-senpai isn't around. Che. Ugly-ass town, no ocean, nothin'...
ACTION
[Bartolomeo is not at all interested in going to the employment office or getting an apartment. No, first he wants to have a look around, and even though he really did read the pamphlets and maps - which are now hanging out of his pants, shoved in his belt - none of that shit matters at the moment. Without his ship, his crew, his bounty, and his beloved great captain Luffy to follow after (that he knows of), he's been left adrift. His dream of sailing as a member of the Pirate King's fleet, put on hold. His purpose for getting stronger, derailed. Oh well, there's always mob work to fall back on. A pretty place like this just deserves to be torn apart at the seams by a gang or ten.
Barty can be found sauntering lazily along any street, hands in his pockets, insulting people at random, spitting on the sidewalk, flipping the finger at vehicles who honk at him for jaywalking, trying on clothes but never buying them, and overall being a nuisance.
By evening, though, he's hungry and bored and looking for a bar with good bar food and beer. Help a pirate out, man!]
[With absolutely zero apologies to anyone who sees this, Bartolomeo spends the first 30 seconds of the video feed looking into the camera with a dubious expression and picking his nose. Just. Placidly staring, digging for gold. Enjoy the prolonged video study of his fangs, nose ring, goth makeup, and bright fucking neon green hair. Best first impression ever.
When he gets bored of that, his finger drops and he just bares his fangs into the phone's camera.]
This is stupid. Get a job? Hah! Jobs are for losers. And this jewelry is ugly. I'm so over this place, look at it. This little town is way too pretty. [he grins widely] It needs a special touch, I think. Maybe it's time for a new Barto Club, eh?
[he drops the video away and forgets to turn it off right away, so for a moment it just swings wildly back and forth in his fist as he walks. In the process of this vertigo-inducing view, it also picks up his last mutter to himself:]
Ain't as much fun if Luffy-senpai isn't around. Che. Ugly-ass town, no ocean, nothin'...
ACTION
[Bartolomeo is not at all interested in going to the employment office or getting an apartment. No, first he wants to have a look around, and even though he really did read the pamphlets and maps - which are now hanging out of his pants, shoved in his belt - none of that shit matters at the moment. Without his ship, his crew, his bounty, and his beloved great captain Luffy to follow after (that he knows of), he's been left adrift. His dream of sailing as a member of the Pirate King's fleet, put on hold. His purpose for getting stronger, derailed. Oh well, there's always mob work to fall back on. A pretty place like this just deserves to be torn apart at the seams by a gang or ten.
Barty can be found sauntering lazily along any street, hands in his pockets, insulting people at random, spitting on the sidewalk, flipping the finger at vehicles who honk at him for jaywalking, trying on clothes but never buying them, and overall being a nuisance.
By evening, though, he's hungry and bored and looking for a bar with good bar food and beer. Help a pirate out, man!]
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WAIT! Barty can totally be of use here!
He starts off right on Ace's trail, and then whirls around in the doorway with arms and fingers crossed.]
Barrier!
[BOOM, all the patrons wanting a word with the not-dead guy smash face-first into an invisible wall blocking the door. Bartolomeo cackles with glee and then chases off after Ace, keeping one set of fingers crossed to maintain the barrier until after they're long gone]
Wait! Ace-senpai! Come back!
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Are they actually mimes or something? [points for really good posing, points taken away by talking. You'd think they'd have some self respect]
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[of course, as he catches up, he's not sure what to even say. This is Portgas D. Motherfucking Ace, here! Bartolomeo just risked his life to win his Devil Fruit for Luffy, and now he's here! So he's left sort of gaping, reaching for words]
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Uh...thanks, man. I owe you one...
[though is kind of freaked out by it at the moment]
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Nah, don't think anything of it! It's the least I can do for the real Portgas D. Ace. You're... [SO IMPORTANT] ...you're Luffy-senpai's brother, I mean...what wouldn't I do?
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You're not...you're not his nakama...
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I wish!! It's my dream to actually join his crew directly someday, but for now I got the next best thing! [thrusting out his chest proudly and jabbing a thumb at it] You're looking at the second division captain of the Straw Hat Grand Fleet! Newly minted just a few days ago! But, uh, the Marines don't know so don't tell that Smoker asshole, I talked to him earlier so I know he's here.
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[That feels like the biggest lie he's ever heard. He grabs Barty by the front of his jacket and drags him down]
If you're lying to me I will bust your balls with your teeth.
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I'm not, I'm not! I swear, my fingers being crossed is just for the barrier, not because I'm lying! I can tell you anything you want to know about it, it's true! We formed the fleet when we left Dressrosa, we swore an oath to him!
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How can he trust a man with crossed fingers after all?]
Prove it...
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I-I don't know how to prove it! Unless Luffy-senpai really is here, he could tell you. I fought with him, I protected him and the rest of the crew!
[he drops to his knees and slams his hands on the ground, literally begging]
I swear it on my Grandma's life!
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Alright. Tell me something only a second division commander would know.
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But Bartolomeo lifts his head swiftly, giving Ace a hard look]
He didn't want a fleet. He turned us down. He said it was dumb and we should live however we wanted, instead of being his underlings. So Hajrudin said we should swear loyalty to him anyway, since that was what we wanted.
[technically, no one who wasn't on the Yonta Maria that day would know that. But anyone who knows Luffy as well as a brother would understand.]
1/2
[he grabs Barty's collar in one hand and lifts him up]
You....
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[SLOPPY FOREHEAD KISS. BEST NEWS HE'S HEARD ALL DAY BRO!
But then the annoyed waitstaff have found the back exit and are coming after them not looking happy]
Scarper!
[and he grabs Barty around the neck to charge off with him; feeling like he could fly]
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Barty doesn't know what to feel first, joy or nervousness or regret or PURE MANLY LOVE or what, it all crashes in on him at the same time. He goes totally limp and practically floats along in Ace's grip, trailing sparkles and tears the whole way. Yes! The bestest big brother to the best future Pirate King in the world is carrying him! HE CAN DIE HAPPY!
But hey, if the people got out of the restaurant, he can relax his fingers and drop the barrier now]
KYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Ace-senpai! I'll go anywhere with you, you don't even have to ask!
[he might just faint, or maybe his head will explode. Also, never washing his big ugly forehead ever again]
1/3 wtf ace pls
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He was no longer part of Luffy's life now and realizing that hurt unexpectedly, like a hook tugging a part of his soul from his mouth]
/4 OTL
Could he kick Ace's ass?]
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No screw that!
There was no way he could ever let Luffy beat him! Just the thought of it pissed him right the hell off!
Even though they aren't all that far from the restaurant, Ace skids to a stop where he is and throws Barty to the ground]
Just how strong is Luffy anyway, huh?!
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He bounces off the pavement and drags himself up into a crouch, shaking the ringing out of his head.]
Owowowow...I don't mind it really but it'd be swell if you didn't do that again. [wait, what? What kind of a question is that?] He's. He's really damn strong, I ain't gonna lie. He punched the shit out of Donquixote Doflamingo, after all.
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But all that meant was Luffy had to try that much harder to get him down. And what did that guy say? Dressarosa? Wasn't that the place filled with Doflamingo's crew? And Lu had...what? A small fluffy reindeer? A cyborg? What else...?
He couldn't have beaten him with just those three...
How strong was Luffy? Just how strong? How strong could he have gotten? On that level he could probably go after Pops even without a problem and it had only been two years.
Ace would have to train harder that was all. Haki. He had heard something about Devil Fruit awakening... could he do that, too? Overall strength. If he didn't keep twelve steps ahead of Luffy he could never protect him.
Ace is kind of having a moment here. Give him a bit]
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Uh...Ace-senpai, maybe we want to keep moving. I mean, I can put up another barrier, but...
[you know, fuck it, just to buy some time. Why not? Watching people smash into his barrier is cheap entertainment for Bartolomeo. So he straightens up and crosses his fingers, popping a long barrier up that stretches from one side of the street to the other. It hardly taxes his limits and there ain't no getting around that one.]
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[he looks up and sees the people plastering themselves to the barrier. He doesn't feel like running anymore.
Well that's fine. He pulls some money out of the pouch on his leg-- probably enough, and sets it in front of the barrier before whapping Barty's shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly way but he's still kind of annoyed]
Come on.
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Ah, sorry, sorry. I did say you could ask me anything but maybe there's stuff you don't wanna know.
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