genessia | Migraines and things

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Migraines and things

Who: Smoker & anyone for any reason
Where: Fayren shore
What: Mr. Grumpypants marine has a migraine headache.
When: July 27th at like nearly 4 am.

[Leaving a small note, a pot of coffee sans one travel mug worth, and a pot of ramen soup sans one thermos worth, Smoker isn't completely sure that it'll be enough, but probably better than alerting any general populous that he's not there, even if he did set a couple of metaphorical watchdogs to keep an eye on things.]

[He takes along a small pocket radio, half curious if it'll even work in Fayren, and heads out to the beach.]

[For a breath of fresh air.]

[And to eat his ramen.]

[And think.]

[And overthink.]

[And over think everything ever.]

[As he does.]

[And to try to deal with a migraine headache that won't let him sleep.]

[But if he can't sleep? Neither can you.]

[Which is why he's sitting on the shore, trying to fiddle with the radio player.]

[And maybe toast marshmallows for s'mores.]

[Or roast fish he caught.]

[AND stack rocks.]

[And make a small sand castle you literally won't see until you crush it oops. That's okay, he didn't like it anyway.]

[But at least he'll get to greet the sunrise.]

[He hates sunrises =\]

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[persistent isn't she?

He takes a precious second to turn and whip a line of fire across her path and then do his best to jump onto a higher building. Rooftops are a go]

[Ugh...]

[Such recklessness!]

[Smoker does indeed stop from his rooftop journey, and put out the fires. So much for remaining inconspicuous.]

[But as soon as he's sure it's safe...]

[Damn that Fire Fist! Even with Smoker putting out the flames, it's not like she knows her way around the streets yet, let alone the rooftops. As much as she hates to admit it, she's at a loss.]

Keep going, sir! I'll try and find another way to support you!

[since pursuit doesn't seem directly behind him, he'll check again. Seeing that Smoker had stopped to put out a fire he lights another one. Though this time the trash can shoots off like a rocket and there's burning stuff flying everywhere.

ahaha oops

Still running though]

No, let him go. He can't get far, and I know where to hunt him down.

[IF HE NEEDS IT.]

[So far... his jitte has been more trouble to HIM than everyone else...]

[Fuck it.]

[He jumps down, using the building side to help him, and lets the trash burn itself out. He's not a street sweeper.]

When did you get here, Tashigi?

[She opens her mouth to object, but thinks better of it. There are way more important things to be asking about.]

A little while ago. I decided to do some exploring since I hadn't been awake long, and I wound up here.

I'm...

[She's not sure she's accomplished much of anything. But...]

Well, at least I found you.

I'm surprised you're here.

[But relieved.]

[It's a pity Smoker is incapable of saying that.]

[And also sort of wants his jitte.]

[But he'll get it back...]

[When it matters.]

[Blame his talk with Ted.] But you have good timing. For once. Still late, but good timing all the same. [Small grin.]

Everything Weiss' hologram said is true. As incredible as it is. That really was Portgas D. Ace. He doesn't remember Marineford, nor even Alabasta.

[SMALL FROWN. IT IS LIKE... nearly DAWN little lady!!!] How long have you been out wandering? [Sigh!] Come on, I'll take you back to my motorcycle garage. I have coffee and ramen already started there.

[Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but he had a migraine so...]

I have a young red-head girl staying with me. Adela. She used to work in a forge and love swords too.

Portgas cares about her in his own piratical way, so he won't stay away forever, even if I do have to hunt him down again.

[Gets started so Tashigi can follow along, and waits for any questions she might have.]

[... hey... they've stopped chasing him. How is that fair? He huffs then shrugs. At least he came away with a prize... and it gives him an idea...]

[Smoker, you are so lucky she would follow you into hell at a word, because you suck at explanations.]

[That's a ton to dump on her at once, and she doesn't have a clue where to start. By the time her brain works again, she's following him and already completely lost. But the more she thinks about it, the easier it is to zero on the question he might actually be able to answer.]

Smoker, you're living with a young girl?

[And that is why she is the best and he would trust her with anything ever!]

I-It's not like that!

[But he is all blushy and facepalms.]

She likes motorcycles too. And Kuzan is here and... before fighting with Akainu. Time is all messed up here. That's why Portgas is alive. And there are people from other worlds. The girl in the hologram, Weiss is from another world.

[Typical Smoker. She asks one question and he answers three different ones. It's good to know there's a few more familiar faces though. It's also good to know that time is... weird. It's hard to wrap her head around, but having seen Ace alive and well makes it a bit easier.]

[Of course, that blush doesn't go un-noticed. She stifles a laugh, quietly thankful for the one familiar face she wouldn't want to do without.]

Okay. What else should I know?

[Because it sounds like she should just ask this Miss Adela for the real dirt on what her Vice Admiral's been up to. Yes, that sounds like an excellent plan.]

[Terrible. Was he glad to see you, he'll take it back. Kuzan is using her to spy on him too. Worst friends ever.]

There's actually a lot of call for swords here. Something about dust to make them too, that's how Weiss has a lot of money.

I'm working at the forge and doing motorcycles. There's bounties, but there are a lot more bounty hunters than bounties most days. In a good way. Like Dadi, not Roronoa.

There are three or four Whitebeards here... plus some. The Phoenix, Namur 8th division commander, and Portgas as you saw. The phoenix is also apparently married to a redhead vixen with a whip.

Other than Kuzan, another marine, Coby, is here. He's the one Akainu almost killed at Marineford, but Red-Haired Shanks stopped him. [Think think...]

There are a lot of kids here, [Well, Smoker notices them more] and Portgas unleashed a hundred puppies on the city rather than let them stay in prison.

There's a... alien? Called Frieza here. He's basically like Akainu but with Garp's haki. Not much perception haki, but the armament... He said he's going to destroy the planet, but not too many people believe him. So I told him try to demonstrating he could go outside of the city and melt everything down. [SHRUG.] So that's a thing. [... yup.]

[Friends spy because they care.]

[Her smile falters just a little at the mention of Roronoa, but she quickly recovers. There are far more important matters to worry about than one pirate swordsman.]

[Except... Smoker doesn't really seem all that worried about the pirates. The way he talks, it sounds more like he's introducing the neighbors than giving a roll call of notorious outlaws. Between himself and Aokiji, they should be a match for the pirates. Right?]

[... what aren't you telling her, sir?]

[She's patient through the rest of the role call, and thankfully for him, one point is more than a little distracting.]

There are that many children here? How dare someone kidnap that many innocents! They can't even defend themselves properly.

[Who cares about some dumb alien THERE ARE KIDS TO PROTECT, SMOKER.]

[Serious nod.] You should probably open a school to teach them all swords. [Or a school for the blind.]

[No, no, even Smoker has enough restraint to avoid saying that. Especially right now.]

Kuzan's thinking of creating a militia to deal with emergencies, but as we've seen... you can never start too early to learn to defend yourself.

Oh, Straw Hat, and his doctor are here too. The doctor is taking care of a lot of the populous, and Weiss and the guardians have a rule about not initiating fights. Oh and Bartolomeo the Cannibal is here. And ornery and pathetic as ever. He actually got more annoying since Loguetown. Somehow.

[She doesn't say anything about his school suggestion, but the look on her face is plain - that's... actually a really good idea. Someone needs to watch out for the young ones, so why not her?]

[At any rate, she's thankful for his further explanations. Sometimes she swears it's like he knows exactly what she wants to ask before she can, but then, she's always appreciated that.]

It sounds like you've had your hands full, sir.

[She feels a pang of guilt, then-]

I'm sorry I'm late, but I'll do my best!

[Grins!]

Like I said, you have good timing all the same.

I was just beginning to feel a little overwhelmed, to tell the truth.

[Looks off into the distance.] There's five cities here. Each is like an island onto itself. Have you seen Nova yet? It's like something Vegapunk would dream up. They have flying vehicles and such advanced technology though.

I still can't believe it's not just a dream. But Adela helped convince me it's not. Too many things she doesn't know, and her world is too different for this to still be in ours.

What's the last thing you remember of the New World?

[It's... still a lot to take in, honestly. She's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to accept it so readily if it weren't for Smoker. That thought makes the guilt a little stronger. They've been working together for so long, it's hard to imagine being stuck without him. And yet he was forced to go it alone...]

[She shakes the thought from her head. There will be time for guilt later. Not now.]

The last thing? We were on our way to see Dr. Vegapunk, so he could help the children.

[... she has faith that even being G-5, her crew can safely escort the children. Still, the thought of not being there is a new punch to the gut.]

Me too. [Serious nod.]

[So it doesn't sound like she's too far beyond him. Which means...] I guess the idea that time doesn't really pass without us stands true then.

Have you ever heard tales of the Rainbow Mist?

[Why does she get the feeling this is going to get even more complicated...]

The Rainbow Mist? I remember seeing a book by that name, though I don't remember much about it.

The theory is that the mist refracts time, the way light gets refracted into rainbows by mist.

Here appears to be similar. To that theory at least.

So... you're saying that while we're here, back home, no time is passing?

[It's a difficult concept, but it'd explain why she never thought her superior went missing. Kind of.]

[... time is hard.]

At least that means we're not missing anything, and we can focus on the problems at hand.

Exactly.

It's also why I didn't instantly go into arresting criminals myself. Also, I assumed whoever was foolish enough to bring me here would seek to lure me out if I wasn't doing what they wanted. And too many hands on deck can get some knocked overboard.

But it appears the idea that if we're brought here via some energy, similar to the carnivorous islands; then what we do here beyond survive might still charge the energy just the same. Tsk.

[Hmm. It's quite the conundrum.]

So no matter what we do, we might still be playing into our kidnapper's plans, and for all we know that kidnapper is this place itself.

[She sighs.]

How long have you been here, Smoker? I'm starting to feel like this might be a long stay.

Exactly. I assumed they'd want me for my hunting skills, now... I'm not sure. There is a pattern, but I don't know what it means.

I've been here a month, Adela's been here since spring, and so has Portgas it seems. Others have been here for years. No one has found a definitive way out.

Apparently it's a time hot pocket. We're wrapped up in it, and brought to thaw out later. Something like that.

[An elephant on a world turtle and when you flip it over? Hot pockets the whole way down.]

[ What...?

She can hear both Sami and Ash barking, and both of the large puppies have run downstairs to greet Smoker and investigate Tashigi. It seems like they're not growling at her at least, considering that they're not growling and instead sniffing around her.

It's soon followed by some kind of odd sounding footsteps, and at the top of the stairs a light turns on and a small red head appears. Adela's frowning, using her crutch to help her support her weight and see. Wait, that's Smoker... Who is that with him?

She's about to try and make her way down and ask, but unfortunately the crutch slips out from beneath her, leaving Adela to yelp and cling for dear life onto the rail so she won't fall further. The crutch falls down and lands at the bottom of the stairs, though thankfully she won't be following it straight away. ]

Uhm... Hello...

[ Help? ]

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Whoops! I'm surprised this hasn't happened before tbh since the chair stays downstairs