rob lucci

i will continue to pursue justice. ❞ / by bones. aff. eidolon path bunkhouse #16

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One Piece Chapter 907 - Rob Luccy (CP-0)

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dawndreamt‌:

If there is something that remains consistent after all this time, it is that he has some preference for solitude in some measure— not always, but often enough. In that vein, he goes out of his way to carve a space out for himself when it gets a little too much, too intense for his liking; eases himself into a corner as if he hopes he, boy of darkness, will too blend in with the shadows while he broods over nothing good.

It takes a moment for him to note that he is being spoken to, reluctant in turning his head to peer at the man. A moment of silence while he scrutinizes, nods when he seems satisfied. Not ideal in being interrupted, but he doesn’t seem to make for the worst company. “Not at all.” A small lie, but it is what the situation calls for; gesture of his hands while he speaks. “Go ahead.”

hattori peeks out from his coat, cooing softly once permission is granted, beak clacking against the closure and lucci runs a finger over his feathers absentmindedly as he settles in. the coat comes off a moment later, his hat set aside and hattori flutters away to perch on the back of his chair. ❝ thank you. ❞ the warmth of his drink is a welcome friend for his frozen fingers, and he curls them tighter around the cup. he clears his throat, quietly, voice nearly monotone, only the slightest inflection to indicate a genuine gratitude for the space;  

❝ i appreciate it. i’m rob. though I usually go by my last name - lucci. ❞

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@dawndreamt​.

now here’s a man lucci feels kinship with - more than with any other so far, at the very least. it’s a presumption on his part, but he’s tense enough from the boisterous atmosphere of the people eating and drinking nearby and if he has the smallest chance to latch onto someone for the sake of a marginally more peaceful evening than he’s had so far, he’ll ease into the corner with determination, set his drink down, and offer his most practiced good-natured smile.

❝ do you mind? ❞

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exknight‌:

     the crystal chateau always leaves yuri feeling… some sort of way. it’s a strange, complicated feeling. for all its quiet grandeur, yuri feels more familiar with this building than he truly should. as if he’s safe here - but too safe. suspiciously safe. maybe he just needs to relax more. that’s when he hears someone greet him. turning to the source of the voice, he sees someone he’s never met before.

     “oh. hey.” yuri nods at the stranger, a small smile on his face. “yeah. it’s… it’s something, that’s for sure.” he regards the structures around them. “i don’t wander over here all that often. feels like the statues are staring at me…” he trails off, shaking his head. “uh. sorry. do you tend to this place, or…?” 

❝ no. ❞

there’s a soft coo, almost lost in the wind, and hattori flutters onto his shoulder, feet digging into lucci’s thick coat. absentmindedly, he pets at hattori’s feathers. ❝ do you not like it? ❞ he almost definitely doesn’t. such a symbol, stark and somehow morbid even though he has no grasp of its history or meaning - how could he? he shrugs, fingers folding underneath his arms again, bracing against the chill. ❝ no need to be dishonest. i don’t care for it - in any sense. but i’m drawn to it more often than not. it has a certain magnetism. ❞

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@exknight.

a shiver tears down his spine, and Lucci shoves his nose further down into his scarf with an oddly aggressive hiss through clenched teeth. he’s loitering. well, meandering, slowly, maybe, if he spares a moment for some sense or if he even thought to come here at all, but he’s been standing here for a few minutes now. just staring at the glass and the metal. maybe trying to dredge up even a single secret, or rip something out of this strange chateau -  

❝ hello. ❞

there’s something to be said for getting in the good graces of the town. however mediocre his comments might be in such a pursuit, and in spite of however much someone startles him and might set his teeth on edge. Lucci’s smile for him is bland. it’s as much as he can muster through the biting chill, and the brief instinct to withdraw and turn away.

❝ isn’t it beautiful? ❞

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@aloneroad​.

it’s nothing like what he’s experienced before, but in the unfamiliarity everything’s as it usually is: a strange, unwanted environment filled with people he has to defang himself for. its the single most important fact of his existence here, and it does absolutely nothing to prompt him to smile or offer a friendly, helpful hand in greeting to his new bunkmate.

❝ your bunk is there. ❞ 

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“ ha! fine day for the hunt is it not?! “

with a swift slap to the stranger’s back, Areta lets out a heartful chuckle, the air is crisp and the ground around them crunches just the perfect amount for tracking. Her two hounds, both about the size of you average horse circle around them and look rather excited.

   “ unless you are just here to spectate? I cannot blame you. The pressures of this position are not for every soul who wanders - but if you are interested, I would be beyond delighted to be your shield sister. “

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❝ ... if there’s anything to hunt. ❞

he cracks a knuckle sharply, the noise unintentional as he tucks his hands at his sides to ward off the cold as much as he can, face caught in a grimace at the contact. Hattori flies safely above them, as wary as Lucci is of the hounds. he wrinkles his nose, lips pursed.  ❝ i'm interested. i need a job if i’m going to be stuck here. ❞  even if he feels useless, stripped to his bare bones and careening into some unknown abyss.  

❝ there can’t be much out here. ❞ 

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🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

Lucci doesn’t hold any attachments to places, not the way other people do. if you mention a place thats particularly important to his history, he’s more liable to think of the failures or successes associated with that place than the place itself. if you prompt him past that, he’ll likely dredge up an answer mentioning Enies Lobby - his first failure, where he was defeated in battle and couldn’t retain a prisoner, a situation summed up by the escape of the entire lot of criminals, and a goverment facility/city completely destroyed, shaking his sense of self to the core.

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It wouldn’t be a stretch of the truth to say that Ryan feels a bit……animal deprived. Out of touch with the nature of Eidolon, there aren’t many woodland creatures who would approach a complete stranger, and that hurts Ryan more than he would care to admit.

That’s the reason why, as soon as he enters the tavern and sees what looks to be a domesticated bird sitting with its owner, he makes a beeline towards them, a bit too excited to hide it.

❝ Hey there! Would your li’l guy like a Christmas present? ❞

As he speaks, he holds out a small bag- looking inside would reveal a variety of seeds, all dug up from the nearby forest.

in his defense, he hasn’t been approached so buoyantly in at least a year; the furrow born of irritation in his brow is unavoidable - but he manages a placid expression the very next instant, at least. there’s an almost-smile lurking somewhere in the corners of his lips as he looks up. another heartbeat, and he’s managed an actual smile. ( it’s a small miracle ).

❝ hm - . ❞

he unfolds his arms, elbow propped up on the wood of the table, chin falling down to rest on one hand. it’s obtuse, and potentially unrecognizable, but it is, well and truly, an invitation for the other to sit down with them.  ❝ thank you. ❞  a pause, and genuine curiosity prompts him to ask a question -   ❝ ... do you carry those around all the time ? ❞

❝ coo ! ❞

Hattori, in complete disregard of his owners internal conflict and query, looks delighted at the gift, and flutters onto the table. he’s watching the stranger with expectation, shuffling forwards. 

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