dirge of flevance.

( beta / 18+ ) affilated trafalgar law rp blog.

[flevancian]

doctor heartstealer in the flesh !

honestly really. can steal your heart. squish it, even ! and swap your personalities, but that happened once and would like not to repeat that, thank you.

the stoic captain of the heart pirates and current holder of the ope ope no mi, legally proclaimed a menace to the world government with a 3 billion beli bounty hanging above his head, and to top it off, he's a member of the d clan !

which means he's literally hunted down by the world government even more than a normal pirate. hurr durr enemy of the gods, i guess.

*slaps him in the head* this spotted hat can hide so much trauma underneath !

for real though. he's a mess. lvl 50 to unlock his tragic backstory is literally the bare minimum.

but he's an excellent doctor AND surgeon ! he will fix you up in no time and probably complain about it while also sipping on one too many cups of black coffee.

monkey d. luffy do not interact.

important links: carrd / rules / app / stats.

[marsipanart]

Doodle of my favourite gremlins

[heartoftrust]

@flevancian

the thing about life was, that although it had a certain way of undergoing unexpected twists and turns, there were still certain rules every human being must abide by. death was one such thing, and other than one source he only knew about from history, rosinante was certain that there was no way one could cheat ones demise, whether untimely or not. once dead, a person did not suddenly come back to life.

except that was exactly the case at this very moment. the big hand that should be unmoving ran towards his chest where his brother's bullets had pierced, the pain from the last moments of his life flashing before him as all he could do was hold on. hold on just long enough for that crying child to escape in silence. it had been his duty to follow through towards the end, and he could only die because he knew law was able to walk as a free person from thereon out. grow up. spite fate. become a remarkable adult. so how was he alive again?

the initial shock, however, only lasted mere moments. how long had he been gone for? how long had he left that child wounded in body and soul, left to fend for himself in the midst of the enemy's zone? no allies in the marines, no allies in the family. but law was a smart kid, he was bound to make it out alive.

wherever he was, it definitely wasn't rubeck island, nor did his surroundings resemble any of the other islands in the vicinity. could it be law had returned for him, that he wasn't actually dead and that the kid had managed to heal his wounds and brought him to a safe space? in that case he'd have to find him. but without fully knowing the situation he still had to be careful. after all, he had disobeyed orders, and would most likely find no help within the local authorities.

long and hurried strides brought his large form throughout the city streets, eyes franctically glancing around to find the smallest clue until he laid eyes on a hat very much resembling that the little brat would always wear. immediately rosinante feared the worst, and violently he grabbed the man's shoulder, twisted him around and held him by the collar. "what did you do to the little kid who wore that hat?!"

[flevancian]

it felt horrible.

being trapped in such a place made of more unknowns and incognita than actual tangible answers for him to hold onto and consult, with no way to properly access the ope ope no mi outside of one or two techniques at best and his haki completely unresponsive to his pleas was something he could deal with —stressful but manageable, comparable somehow to a fight with seastone latched 'pon his wrists, for surgeon of death already had the misfortune of being all too knowledgeable of survival arts long before heartshaped fruit of desire oh so intrinsically hated by all - seas had received his bite within cold lands of endless snow, back when everything burned and ached and was oh so ready to loom over and claim his life the moment little hands would've lost their grasp on that given, fleeting morsel of hope.

not that he needed to actually move within the arrangements and guidelines of strict survival, really —whoever ruled with the lives of the many dragged within island's confine and played along as if they were but puppets and toys at their all - observing disposal for sure didn't seem to want them struggle that much or be in excessive distress to make their fun unenjoyable somehow, granting them roofs 'bove their heads and sources of income that somehow didn't involve any pillaging or activities more attuned to a pirate's ungrateful existence.

and yet, even if being merely a doctor was but a dream at home and a reality within those limited and overly observed confines, without being able to at least assess the condition of his crew it all seemed to just amplify tenfold —the sleeplessness, hunger barely hanging there as a routinely habit rather than a proper need, worries increasing just alongside pictorials of worst case scenarios having too much glee in reminding themselves of their presence to hold onto whatever still remained of his poor, shattered heart as if it hadn't been long broken and scattered across all four blues enough.

( he could only hope —just like back then, within swallow island's infinite snowscapes painted in red by fratricide's blood and his own screams, he could only cling to hope. )

alas hope was of no use when things such as this happened regardless of this being someplace akin to environment under cautious monitoring and control or the unruly, chaotic seas with its waves and magnetic irruences and hungry beasts and hungrier sailors who made of seafaring their life and purpose and freedom —teeth gritting at sudden threat made of a shoulder being grabbed and collar of yellow shirt, disgruntled groan off rosegold lips and gaze of dull oldcoin gold daring to roll in mockery of grimace. " oi, what the fuck is wrong with you ?! " last time he checked ghost of old flevance wasn't back within groves of sabaody nor he was in the presence of that redhaired idiot who loved to play invincible behind layers of overly elaborate metal, nothing he couldn't easily flick away with a simple hue of TAKT. " i've always had this hat, what are you talking a— "

eyes of ore darting back to assailant's only to widen in sudden and yet oh so painful shock, his own heart surely reaching a standstill because it couldn't be, it just couldn't be real, it had to be some sort of trick from uppermost echelons of that wretched rock surrounded by unsailable seas —it had to be a fucking nightmare.

" ... is this some kind of joke. "

[corruptedsorrow]

ah yes, a man of culture. regardless of what crimes he may or may not have committed here or elsewhere, chuuya will always approve of people with a great fashion sense. "here i was starting to fear eveyone here were beyond hope. how satisfying to be proven wrong for a change."

[flevancian]

" i'm mostly surprised they didn't take the hat away. " which maybe wouldn't hold much sense in it, but considering how those who ruled the island and summoned him here had no qualms in turning dearest kikoku into the katana - shaped equivalent of a walking cane, there was no reason for surgeon of death himself not to assume they could indeed do anything if whims needed to be somehow satisfied. " i guess i was dragged here while the people at the top were in a peculiarly good mood. "

[ilsecng]

"I'm not really sure how to explain it." They start with a hum. "It's kinda like...." Not like using the bathroom. That's a weird way to explain it. "Let's see. It just happens. I guess you can say it's my devil fruit...Without me having to have eaten anything? I'm the devil fruit?"

That doesn't even make sense.

[flevancian]

he stopped asking when things had ever made sense long before even ending up in spirale, sadly —which was already telling, perhaps, of how things were beyond fucked within endless seas and cluster of thousand islands where he came from.

" i see, so it's something more innate. " words mumbled alongside a nod, death surgeon taking immediate note of such information. " no, not really. devil fruits are not the only way you can manifest powers, there are some races that simply do have certain abilities as an hereditary trait, or have trained to achieve advanced levels of haki —which is something everyone has. funnily enough, it's easier to meet these people rather than find a devil fruit, because they're extremely fucking rare. "

[deathpacito]

flevancian​:

“ yep —most of our tech is built to use this connection these specific snails have and hold them as catalyst, which is how we have your equivalent of a radio, broadcast systems, signal jammers, even surveillance cameras made with those things. it all depends on the type of snail you’re dealing with —some of them get pretty fucking huge. ” still, it felt very limited compared to what he’s found around spirale, let alone what some of the people at the hospital have told him —yet another evidence for law of how the world government really had been stunting his world’s growth for so long.

“ but we do have basic electric systems too, especially in ships and more civilian contexts. ”

Wow...wow! All he can do is just mouth 'wow' over and over. The weirdest thing he's heard lately is that people eat snails, like a delicacy, rich folks. But they can be telepathic?

"Where do they even come from? To have the capability to jam uh, signals or whatever."

That sounds like things he's only heard in movies.

[flevancian]

" i'm not sure about that —i'm a doctor, not a biologist. what i know when it comes to them is mainly related to the maintenance of my submarine, and i suppose because when you're a pirate, you gotta know at least the basics of the communication devices used by other pirates, or the marines. " and memory easily traveled to little white snail linked to bigger one so adeptly imitating quips and quirks of one donquixote doflamingo —dull eyes of gold fogged by feverish bursts of amber lead poisoning of one sickly, angry child daring to stare with hints of a curiosity he knew heavenly demon in flutters of pink feathers so much loved to see, a fuel to exploit and light on destructive fires further.

but easily it was cast away from mindscape's confines with a shrug, leaning backwards again onto bench's backrest. " the most logical thing is that it's simply a different breed. you know, how dogs have different aspects within the species. "

[kujoutengu]

"That is certainly a viable option. If you do not mind postponing our duel, we can check to see if they have more suitable, or better quality equipment." To fight with something so flimsy was honestly insulting, especially when there were many ways to keep a duel as safe as possible.

[flevancian]

" i personally don't mind, really. " maybe because he too, was someone who would rather not engage in friendly sparring rather than fight with weapons ( or replicas of them ) that just would make the whole experience sour and filled with groans of utter nuisance —and it was also not fair towards the other who so much was into the idea of measuring each other's strengths.

thus poor law started walking towards where the information stall was located according to his immediate memories, tattooed hands holding still onto the flimsy foam item. " i wanna hope they won't make much fuss about it. "

[deathpacito]

flevancian​:

“ smartphones are too complicated, if you ask me —but i don’t know how much my opinion can count when the equivalent of phones in my world are literal telepathic snails with an electric apparatus attached to them. ”

Livio does a double-take, baffled.

"Snails? They're telepathic, too? That's....we have radios, and some phone stuff."

Now that's the weirdest thing he's ever heard!

[flevancian]

" yep —most of our tech is built to use this connection these specific snails have and hold them as catalyst, which is how we have your equivalent of a radio, broadcast systems, signal jammers, even surveillance cameras made with those things. it all depends on the type of snail you're dealing with —some of them get pretty fucking huge. " still, it felt very limited compared to what he's found around spirale, let alone what some of the people at the hospital have told him —yet another evidence for law of how the world government really had been stunting his world's growth for so long.

" but we do have basic electric systems too, especially in ships and more civilian contexts. "

[kujoutengu]

@flevancian

"And how are we supposed to duel with these?" While she commended the safety they brought, the foam objects were rather cumbersome and strange.

[flevancian]

" these feel positively flimsy. " and like the foam - covered batons were going to fall apart at the first swing even when considered 'safe' for a mockup fight —which aren't exactly the most encouraging. " i am almost tempted to ask for a weapon change, at least to get sturdier ones —what do you think ? "

[flevancian]

HE'S BACK LIFTING BOATS FOR FUN I GUESS !!!

[flevancian]

leaves the office one second, sees the chaos, goes back in and refuses to elaborate further.

[flevancian]

" smartphones are too complicated, if you ask me —but i don't know how much my opinion can count when the equivalent of phones in my world are literal telepathic snails with an electric apparatus attached to them. "

( @deathpacito ) &. oneliner call.

[flevancian]

" it's ... a melody i've never heard before, to be honest. not even the instrument strikes anything familiar to me. what's the name ? "

( @gusubound ) &. oneliner call.

[flevancian]

" shapeshifting is something i've only seen done through a devil fruit and even that has so many technicalities i'd be faster speaking about what doesn't contribute to that, so i'm honestly curious to know how it works in, well, different contexts. "

( @cladinivcry ) &. oneliner call.

[flevancian]

" what the —who in the four blues just summoned this swarm of seagulls—when did this island ever had these many of the damn birds ?! "

( @lightblume ) &. oneliner call.

[flevancian]

" i may have been here for a month but so far nothing beats the ramble of two patients trying to recover from anesthesia at the icu screaming about the muffin man. "

( @schleckermaul ) &. oneliner call.

[flevancian]

you know what i think i can be more daring so here's an oneliner starter call, uncapped for now !