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Update

//Yashhhhh, I’ve been 100% inactive here for the last couple of months. Sorry about that. I’m gonna return now. First of all, this blog will be archived. I’m going to be making a new one today and basically work on it the whole day. More so I will revamp a lot of my portrayal, however, I will keep one (or two, but since the other rp partner has been inactive on the specific blog too so) thread that will be continued on the new blog. That thread is with @benn-beckman.

#//munbling #//the other thread is with xhibiscus but yeah #//I miss Roger and I have muse so I will try to get this done today #//sorry for the wait~

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#//munbling #//eheheheheheheheheheheeee #//I have a feeling I'm gonna redo this blog tbh #sometime//#//just #Idk//#//this one feels like a mess #//if I go through with this I'll do a proper post sometime later #ugh//#//Helena is shitposting halp

#//munbling #//ME #ESPECIALLY ON THIS BLOG//

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The words made Benn frown, because it went completely against what he believed and treasured, yet he knew there were enough pirates out who had no other things in mind than fame, money, to kill and/or to rape. He didn’t believe the last counted for the man, but he hadn’t believed he sought for fame. But what was Benn actually thinking here alltogether. He didn’t know this person. The man was barely a stranger.

“Well, no I guess you’re right, you don’t need to be a pirate to be free or have a family and home,” he started and couldn’t stop himself, the voice sounding bitter as he thought of all the much backstories that gathered on the Red Force, his just only one out of many. “But it helps!”

It helped… for some it was the only solution and every person who could say of themselved to have a great home on one island should know how lucky they were yet would probably never realize. Then however the man sat down, looking so utterly exhausted that it felt like he would break any moment. He was a stranger, Benn had to remind himself that he was a stranger, to not just ask if he wanted to come and let Doc do a check-up. What was wrong with him? “Are you okay?”

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Mutely he glanced at the man while sitting down and guessed that he had touched a nerve. Well, he said that he was a pirate but that was only what the public knew. Personally he had never thought of himself as one because he didn’t go out to the sea to be a pirate. He didn’t care about the people who raised the black flag, didn’t care about their way of life but after a while of listening to the Navy’s propaganda about him he realized it was convenient. No one ever guessed his real motives.

Absentminded, Roger pulled at his sleeve when Benn asked about his well being. A better man would have noted Benn to be a good person for that. Roger wasn’t impressed but it didn’t need to show. He felt the other asked merely out of courtesy, although something nagged at him for that way of thinking. Shanks wouldn’t have such a first mate in his crew.

So he cringed inwardly at the words and tried to act nonchalant. “Ah, just old age, nothing more.” He waved it off with his hand. He was hundred percent positive he wasn’t fooling anyone though, especially when a slash of pain shot up in his chest and he cursed aloud.

#bennbeckman #//-Last Ride-#//welp XD #//also god this reply is late ;A;#//okay but what if Benn did get Doc to do the check up?#without telling Shanks though//#//somehow for some reason

//Aaaand that’s all for the starters for this time x’D I’m switching to Dragon.//

#//munbling #//tbd

@admiralsakazuki from x.

A Navy battle ship had arrived to the port. So he had heard. Unfortunately he hadn’t listened to the rest of the rumour before he had went to investigate it. And as it appeared, it was too bad that he hadn’t.

Thus he was taken by quite the surprise when the Marines returned from restocking their stuff in the evening and an admiral returned with them. There, sitting in his spot on the bench near the port he froze for a small moment before assuming the role of a simple old man again. Good heavens that was close. He hoped that the Marine didn’t notice him. Not that he was recognizable but he still didn’t need to speak to the man.

#admiralsakazuki #//-Last Ride-

@huxquan from x.

Ever since he left the town where he had lived with Rouge he had firmly believed he wouldn’t live to see this day. He had regrets although he never admitted them to himself and one of them was not seeing his son grow up. Obviously he had no other choice - he would have died before Ace would have been born either way but now thinking back he couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t sought Rouge out. Of course he knew why but the coinscience was a strange kind of thing. Age was a strange kind of thing.

None of that mattered anymore though, and he was aware of it. Not when his son was walking through the forest where he had spent the last twenty years of his life. He was embarrassed - he didn’t know what to do. Obviously the boy wouldn’t be able to recognize so he had nothing to worry about. But knowing his loud mouth...

Sparse were the times when Roger doubted himself. He was glad that the boy was alright, more so than he had imagined he would be - he had never paid his feelings regarding Ace much attention, or then he didn’t merely comprehend them properly but what was he supposed to do now, with his son not farther than couple of hundred metres away from him? Should he go with the weird old man look and approach him? Good heavens help him, he was going with that.

“There’s only sea in that direction, boy.”

#huxquan #//-Last Ride-#//ROGER OMG

@sassymetalwxrker from x.

He blinked at the new face he hadn’t seen around before. The island on which he lived, and most likely would live for the rest of his life, was small and largely uninhabited so it was quite easy to recognize most of the people living on it. Not to mention that the girl just didn’t fit in.

Sitting on a rock away from most people he watched watched her and when not many others were around he went ahead and asked. “You, purple haired miss, you're not from around here, are you?”

#sassymetalwxrker #//-Last Ride-#//tfw you're so bored you start asking random questions from random strangers x'D #poor Roger//#//also hiiiii

@evils-champion from x.

There were few things that managed to darken the ex-Pirate King’s mind. Since surviving his own execution miraculously without anyone finding out and having been forced to take refuge in this God’s forsaken pit of an island, a lot had began to seem ridiculously normal. Not to mention that he had seen a lot in his life to begin with and been to places that an average person wouldn’t even dream of.

But the one thing he never understood was that colour. His eye twitched at the sight of it and he was far from pleased to see someone practically drowning in it in the island he tried to forget everything on.

“Are those actual feathers?” He asked dryly.

#evils-champion #//-Last Ride-#//IDK but hi x'D

@thatchtheawesomecook from x.

He observed the man for a while from a distance until he walked up to them and tilted his head, trying to see what the other was doing. He drew air sharply at that for although he didn’t know much about plants and the like he had still learnt what Sil had belaboured to him in twenty years time.

“What are you going to do with that?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant.

#thatchtheawesomecook #//-Last Ride-