if i look back, i am lost
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|| Nami's 70th blog when??
you know i’m already at 33, give it a few years and i’ll get there. i already have over 100 muses on tumblr, thanks multi we gonna talk about Sengoku’s blog that’s on the list and keeps getting ignored and never finished in exchange for. *squints* looks like 2 more ocs and a bakugan blog?
i just realized how inaccurate(or lacking) my blog directory in this, rosi, and law’s blogs were so uh. it’s updated now.
Doffy around children and Doffy around literally everyone else is such a stark difference-- Like not even just the children in his family, the children in his family are treated harsher. But just random children? He’s so nice. Like, I love writing the contrast because he is really scary--and then you throw a child at him and he just....somft.
Puppet!~
Walking into this forest was a mistake. Ikkaku freely admitted that. But when she’d tried to turn around, she found her way blocked off by what appeared to be string wound between the trees. Cautiously, she’d tested it with a single finger, only to find it was as strong as steel and razor sharp, the blood dripping down the tip of her index finger proof enough of that.
So, left with no other choice, she’d found herself wandering through the woods, cautiously trying not to run into the deadly, nearly-invisible barricades. It wasn’t always easy, since the dense forest canopy didn’t let in as much light as she’d like, and there were a few times her jumpsuit caught on the threads, resulting in irritating rips and shallow cuts.
Worst of all, it felt like someone was watching her the whole time. It made her wish she was better at Observation Haki - she’d love to find whatever freak show decided to trap her in this spider web-like maze.
Finally, though, she’d had enough. She’d been navigating the woods for what felt like hours, and it was time to either make her own path or draw out her voyeur. “Alright, whoever’s done this, whatever sick game you’re trying to play, I’m done!” she called out, a scowl marring her face.
No one answered. Not even the birds or wind. It reminded her far too much of the time she’d been lost in the woods when she was a kid. The only difference was, this time, she wasn’t going to hide from invisible monster and cry until her family found her. She was going to face her problems head-on.
Concentrating, Ikkaku coated her hands and feet with Armament Haki for protection. Studying the wall of string before her, she grabbed hold, testing their strength. The thin wires weren’t able to cut through her skin or boots, but they supported her weight.
Nodding to herself, she climbed over the wall of string and landed on the other side with a heavy thud. Smirking up at the trees, hoping her assailant could see that she wasn’t going to play by his rules anymore, she started up the next wall, determined to go in a straight line until she found the edge of the forest.
Trying to climb out of the forestry cage? Now that wouldn’t do. A stiff hand raised, strings coming from his fingertips glimmered lightly against the sun’s bright glares that threatened to peak through forestry brush. With a harsh slash upward, string that had covered entrances throughout the forest extended towards the sky, not too high, but enough to make it more difficult to climb up. Even impossible, give the surface area of the strings as they condensed so close together. This action would likely--no purposely--not knock her down initially...
The heavenly demon rose to his feet, standing up onto the tips of the toes of his shoes, like a dancer he seemed weightless as he bent long spidery legs then launched himself into the air, the light, and nearly invisible strings attaching to clouds above giving the illusion of flight as he headed towards his puppet. Still likely trying to climb.
It would hardly take long--quite fast, scarily fast, till he arrived just behind the lost Heart. He stood upon strings as a hand rested over her shoulder, the tips of string beginning to dig into her skin then wrap around her arm.
Restrict, Restrain, fly, and flaunt!
“ Lost?~ ”
Low and close, his shoulders bending as he leaned himself so smiling face remained directly behind her head, even closer to her ear. Strings that had started to wrap tightly around her arm had begun to reach her hand, he held her up in a way...While his other hand slowly rose then gripped around the side of her skull, those same tiny strings beginning to threaten stabbing into her face--even one close to her eye.
A low laughter rumbled in his throat as he tightened both grip on her shoulder and face, though no string had begun to twirl around her face, at least...
Lo, little heart, poor heart, shall he stop your beating?
“ I’m in the MOOD... ”
“ Splendid~ Entertaining~ A wondrous performance from all of our unwilling actors! ”
“ Little lizard hiding his feelings behind hatred, hmm? Why not march here and do a dance of death with me then?~ ”
“ Loosely strung doll, how you would dance for me~ Fu ffu ffu. ”
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“ You can, ehh? Wani-yarou?~ Fu ffu ffu...Somehow I doubt that~ ” Look at that! The sandy reptile spoke up!
Blocking Familiarity
He wasn’t sure how he initially felt about this man who refused to take off his sunglasses, making it even harder than before to read him. Sure – there were kind adults out there, but largely Rocinante had been unfortunate in his luck of seeing the unkind adults of the world, ones willing to torture a child and have them starve. Though it must mean something that this one instead acted concerned and spoke in a calm tone rather than accusing him of a heritage he had never asked to be given.
Rocinante was still nervous, unable to help it as small fingers continued to twist at the hem of his dirtied shirt, watching from beneath his untidy bangs as the stranger then stood back up, posture relaxed and wearing a smile. But he would be a fool to ignore the offer of some food, providing a small and shy nod in reply.
At first hesitant, the child finally let go of his shirt and reached for the hand, significantly large in comparison to his own. It was weird to be surprised that the man’s hand was warm and dry – normal, and it hadn’t gripped or grabbed at him with malicious intent. Perhaps this wouldn’t turn out so bad, normally anxious instincts somehow feeling… calmer now. He didn’t know why it felt comfortable to place trust in this tall stranger ( that still somehow reminded him of someone familiar ) but it felt soothing to not have to worry quite as much. As they began to walk, a new sort of sensation settled into the kid’s frame, an ache of exhaustion after having been on high alert for who knew how long.
“ U-um… … … thank you, sir. ”
Every once in a while, one of his eye would travel back behind him to assure the little boy was following--not having any trouble. He tried his best to keep a smile, a soft one at that. He didn’t usually have this much trouble... It wasn’t anger that was keeping his smile, it was something else. That familiarity...He despised it. He wasn’t sure, he didn’t know if he wanted it. What could he do?
There wasn’t too much the Donquixote Family leader could do about the nervousness aside from try to be less intimidating. Although that wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do with the height difference and general aura Doffy tried to constantly keep. However, he was...glad that he took the hand. It made it easier--it easier to be calm. To be soft for a child that seemed otherwise afraid of everything around him. Of most the adults around.
“ You’re welcome... ”
He replied quietly, should he give his name? No, if any names were given, it would be the boy asking or introducing first. He didn’t want to force it. They wouldn’t have to walk so long to get to where they stayed. Doflamingo had no doubt, either, that there would be too much activity either. He would rather avoid it. Avoid his other subordinates while he was with this boy...However, he also noticed that exhaustion enter his posture. How long had he been alone? Without food? Without sleep even? Nightmares?
“ Hmm~ If you’d like...And you cannot stay on your feet, I can carry you there...fu ffu ffu.. ”
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“ Law... ”
Doflamingo’s voice rung across the area, echoing at every corner. The shichibukai hung from a string attached to the clouds above. Like a spider, his gaze wandered around beneath rosy lenses. He was looking for his prey in the wide clearing, one hand lifting as he sent shining strings from his finger tips and onto a few of the trees. The long limbed demon fell from the string and landed on the ground, his heels lifting off the ground with toes pressed down.
Pink feathers lay on the dirt from his coat, and when he finally rose to his near full height, still slouching forward. Mouth remained slightly agate, while his tongue licked his lips. Where was he... He knew that brat was somewhere...
Strings continued to stray from his fingers while walking forward, his head facing front. He wanted to see everywhere, everything around him. He would find him.
“ Hiding, are you?~ Law... ”
“ As if anyone can tell me what do to, fu ffu ffu~ ”
@ikkaku-of-heart ( sc )
Strung into a lost path far away from the little crew she called her family. The Shichibukai had been leading her on through the forest like a lost dog looking desperately for her owner...It wasn’t too hard to separate her from the rest of the group, a sheep lead astray. And even so, he wasn’t subtle that it was him doing it. With ever path he didn’t want her to go through getting blocked by string. Sometimes there were multiple paths, a maze with no end that would only lead to...Him.
No where to run now, trapped in a web of shining and sharp string. There would be no escaping the Heavenly Demon. Where was he however? Where was he, the man that set this entertaining trap? And made this engineer a plaything in the maze of a forest?
Doflamingo crouched like a spider on a branch not too far away, strings out from the end of his finger tips as he played along with the paths opening and closing, however with the clench of his fist, it was all closed... It had been that way for a minute now. He hoped to see the panic, the desperation. After all--He wasn’t going to kill her yet. He hoped to draw the real prize out using a little pawn.
He would string her up like a puppet.
“ Fu ffu ffu~ Lost little pirate...What will you do now?~ ”
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“ What a fantastic day~ Fu ffu ffu~ ”
“ fu ffu ffu ffu~ ” With another sip of the bitter wine, the heavenly demon leaned back and crossed his legs. Entertained. The laugh vibrating effortlessly passed an outstretched grin.
