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This may be a good time to share that I recently bought a Macintosh laptop, and therefore I have no idea how to put x-kit onto Safari. So I will be unable to trim my posts and will be entirely reliant on my partners to do so until I figure it out. Thank you for your patience.
letting a cute girl brutally attack me with weapons
Lyra turned her head in response to the shout, a little surprised that someone had managed to sneak up upon the view without her noticing. It certainly broke the serenity of the scene. For a few minutes there, she had been lost in daydreaming. A passenger steamship down below let out a foghorn, warning a smaller boat to make way. From way up here, it looked like a painting until one noticed the vessels were moving.
She gave a nod to the young man in response to his bow. A top hat, too? He was quite the gentleman, like he was from another time.
"It's fine, sir," she said, looking back over the harbor. She let a moment pass and took a sip of her tea. "The view's not just for me. You can sit if you'd like."
sabo considered it for a moment before smiling, taking the free spot next to her without getting too close. he crossed his legs and looked back to the scenery in front. it was rare he really sat down and enjoyed a picturesque, the revolution was always on the move and it often too dangerous for them to stick around. more so to avoid putting civilians at risk than out of worry for themselves.
'ah, it's such a beautiful day! it was raining when i came here yesterday and now, look at this.' a happy sigh left his lips as he crossed his arms behind his head, this slow paced day was quite welcomed. 'thank you for sharing! i didn't mean to interrupt you, i know it can be nice to just sit by yourself, enjoying a day such as this.'
Lyra was content to sit in silence, imagining that once he sat down, all talk would cease. After all, the point of taking in this view was just that, to take it in. To feel small, to feel insignificant. To forget, for at least a little while, that there was a whole world of villainy, hatred, and violence out there.
She raised her tea to her lips and paused a moment when the man to her left began speaking. It wasn't terrible, to share pleasantries with a stranger.
She hummed and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, there was a storm further out to sea, causing maelstroms if you can believe it; we pulled into port to wait out the weather. You'd never know it by looking at this..." The water sparkled below, calm. Even the smallest rowboat carrying lobsters in traps had no issue navigating the harbor.
"We're setting sail again tonight. Forecast is smooth," she added, glancing at him a moment. Her eyes looked him up and down a brief second, innocently. He looked somewhat familiar. "You seem to be a traveler. Are you staying here long?"
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#𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. independent, private, and selective original character based on eiichiro oda's one piece. written by billie!
“the moon was full, and the tide was coming in. on the crest of every little wave, instead of whitecaps, was a fluorescent crown. the joining line of sea and sky was veiled; angles of green flame rode the night, line upon line, until the whole darkness was alight with brilliant scallops of phosphorescence, moving rhythmically in toward shore upon the waves. nothing i did could stop them, nor bring them back again.”
— audre lorde, zami: a new spelling of my name
genuinely there is nothing worse than seeing a great emotionally hard-hitting villain's backstory, being delighted, and then having the heroic character observing it go 'i WOULD be sorry for you, but blah blah atrocities' like bitch try it. try just being sorry. try being sympathetic. see what happens. stop being the no fun 'you must have committed this few crimes to ride' police. live a little
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"I have been too soft on you... If you've made it this far, all that worry has been for nothing," she said, frowning. She used to feel very protective over Hiru --- she viewed him as a child gone astray in life. He just seemed so young to be Wanted, to be putting himself in danger the way he did with his chosen, ah, 'lifestyle.'
She could see she had been condescending in the past. Here was a man grown, who has willfully decided to be a criminal. It was still the wrong decision, she would forever maintain, but he was not misguided by youth.
"It makes me think of you a little differently...," she said, her words lingering as she found herself in thought. Did this make them enemies?
He was a bit unsure where this was coming from all of a sudden and was genuinely unsure exactly how to respond. Hiru had appreciated the Marine's more big sisterly/motherly concern for his well being and sure at times he would internally protest but it was still something that didn't go in one ear and out the other. The problem was, and apparently still is, that Lyra isn't understanding his reasoning for his actions.
"It wasn't for nothing." He'd finally find the words. "And I wouldn't say ya were being too soft, ya just wanted to try to help make sure I stay alive and don't end up stirring up more fuss than need be, just like my old man who's done what he could in trying to keep my bounty lower than it probably should be. I appreciate all the sit downs and talks that we've had and the concern ya had for me. Hell it was thanks to a talk with ya that I make it a point to stop by to visit my mom back on my home island more often." Everything he said being stated with full sincerity.
There was a pause and a slight breath as he frowned. "I'm not sure what would change how ya view me. Despite maybe being stronger and a bit more experienced now, I'm still essentially the same me from when we first met."
She did smile when he said he visited his mother because of her. He had told her that story before, and it always warmed her heart. She knew how much she missed her daughter after spending years and years on the seas with no end in sight. His mother deserved to see him more often than she did, but he had to follow his dreams, too.
She raised her eyes to Hiru, "I suppose, in a strange way, it makes me more likely to hunt you and your crew down. You're not just kids, you're full fledged pirates. Then again, I don't think my Fruit would let me," she said with a small smile and a light laugh.
She sighed. "I don't know. I keep waiting for kids to stop choosing to be pirates and it isn't happening."
Lyra sat at a bench high over the port, looking down at the ships. Battleships, sloops, fishing vessels, commercial liners; she enjoyed watching them come and go. A hot disposable cup of tea was held between her hands on her lap. Peace.
'such a stunning view!' sabo called out, holding a hand over his eyes to take in the sight. he always enjoyed peaceful moments on islands like this, it felt like some places continued to be peaceful without the struggles so many countries faced, for one or the other reason. he only realized now that he likely interrupted the peace somebody who sat at a bench. he blinked, hurrying to bow. 'oh, i am sorry! i didn't mean to yell around,' he chuckled, hand scratching over the back of his neck.
Lyra turned her head in response to the shout, a little surprised that someone had managed to sneak up upon the view without her noticing. It certainly broke the serenity of the scene. For a few minutes there, she had been lost in daydreaming. A passenger steamship down below let out a foghorn, warning a smaller boat to make way. From way up here, it looked like a painting until one noticed the vessels were moving.
She gave a nod to the young man in response to his bow. A top hat, too? He was quite the gentleman, like he was from another time.
"It's fine, sir," she said, looking back over the harbor. She let a moment pass and took a sip of her tea. "The view's not just for me. You can sit if you'd like."
Lyra sat at a bench high over the port, looking down at the ships. Battleships, sloops, fishing vessels, commercial liners; she enjoyed watching them come and go. A hot disposable cup of tea was held between her hands on her lap. Peace.
“She is a beauty. Yes, a marble nymph; angelic eyes, unearthly lips…”
— Alexander Pushkin, from The Collected Works; “A Suite of Lighted Rooms”
🐝 * ― 𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ how could you do that? i thought we were friends! ❜ ❛ the world would be a better place without you in it. ❜ ❛ don't even think about trying to beg for forgiveness. ❜ ❛ do you have any idea how much harm you've caused? ❜ ❛ i don't ever want to see your face again! ❜ ❛ i promise you i'm going to make your life a living hell. ❜ ❛ the others may be able to ignore the past, but i surely won't. ❜ ❛ if you ever hurt them, i swear, i won't hesitate to punch you. ❜ ❛ don't even try and act friendly with me. ❜ ❛ that's not a threat. it's a promise. ❜ ❛ i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you. ❜ ❛ you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do. ❜ ❛ it's about time you finally get what's been coming to you for years. ❜ ❛ actually, you're not as bad as people say. you are so much worse. ❜ ❛ tell me one good reason why i should believe anything you say. ❜ ❛ oh look, it's the useless one again. ❜ ❛ i'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance. ❜ ❛ how anyone can stand being in the same room as you is beyond me. ❜ ❛ that's a low blow. even for you. ❜ ❛ unless you want to end up with my fist in your face, i'd rather shut my mouth. ❜ ❛ i wish i could be there when you finally get what's coming to you. ❜ ❛ i wish you'd never been born! ❜ ❛ fuck you! this is all your fault! ❜ ❛ have you lost your mind?! ❜ ❛ you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened? ❜ ❛ no! i've had enough with you. go to hell! ❜ ❛ i want you to go and never come back. and if you do, i promise you'll regret it. ❜ ❛ do you have another clever idea to get us killed? ❜ ❛ name one good reason why i shouldn't hurt you right now. ❜ ❛ next time we see each other i won't be so nice. ❜ ❛ is this supposed to scare me? ❜ ❛ i can't believe i ever trusted you ... ❜ ❛ you should have killed me when you had the chance. ❜ ❛ come any closer and you'll regret it. ❜ ❛ you may win this time ... but i will get my revenge sooner or later. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ and you can go to hell for all i care. ❜ ❛ lay one hand on them and i'll make sure you won't ever be able to lay a hand on anyone ever again. ❜ ❛ i'm not your friend! i never was, i never will be. ❜ ❛ i'll make you regret the day you were born. ❜
@umbrx send 💀 for my muse's greatest fear about them.
As a Rear Admiral, as someone who led Marines, it was of the utmost significance that she never show fear or hesitation when faced with the adversary. However, Doflamingo frightened Lyra more than she would ever admit out loud.
Lyra was trained by Vice Admiral Tsuru; she spent nearly her first decade in the Navy on Tsuru's battleship, rising through the ranks and receiving direct mentorship from the greatest strategist the Navy had potentially ever produced. This put Lyra in direct conflict with Doflamingo's gangland-style pirate crew quite a lot while she was in her 20s, until he became a Warlord.
Doflamingo had been formidable from the start, even though he was only a few years older than her. She was a junior Marine officer; he was a pirate captain, a shadow from the criminal Underworld. To Lyra, he was her battleship's greatest enemy. To Lyra, he was the face of pirates everywhere, a representative of everything wrong and evil in the world. When she was in her 20s, she was not nearly the force of nature that she is today --- she feared running into him directly. She never did directly face him, only his crew members.
These days, Lyra is a highly respected Rear Admiral, an acclaimed swordsman, and a Devil Fruit user. She is thousands of times more powerful than she was in when she was a trainee, and more importantly, she is far more experienced. Yet... those old fears from her younger years remain. Lyra does not know what she would do if she ever crossed paths with Doflamingo. He was the bogeyman from her late teens and 20s. He haunted her dreams back then. What if she ran into him? What would she do? What if she couldn't protect her fellow Marines? What if he got the better of her? What would Tsuru think? What would her father think? What if he killed her? The shame of it.
Of all the pirates on all the seas, including Emperors and Warlords and the Worst Generation, Lyra is most wary of Doflamingo.
Lyra's greatest fear regarding Doflamingo is that if she were to ever face him, she would freeze. She would regress into that 20 year old upstart junior officer, and her Marines would pay the price for it.
@fractiscruentamorte said: “You need to turn down your voice.” Smoker states rubbing his head puffing on his cigars. “Hina had me out drinking and I just Shh and leave me alone..”
Lyra folded her hands neatly behind her back and gave a small disapproving sigh through her nose. Had any junior Marines seen Vice Admiral Smoker and Rear Admiral Hina drinking to excess? Any civilians, or worse, pirates? It was perfectly within regulations to enjoy a night on the town, but Lyra, being as old-fashioned as she was, did not approve of skirting the line of professionalism in public. Then again, G-5 Marines were a different breed. Very different from the Marines of her battleship. She should not pretend to understand their local culture.
She was sympathetic to an extent. Her misgivings over Vice Admiral Smoker not treading her personal standard of professionalism were not to destroy her compassion for him as a fellow Marine.
"Those cigars will make your headache worse. The nicotine will dehydrate you further," she answered him matter-of-factly, lowering her voice as he had requested. Her father smoked cigars every day... except for after nights of drinking wine.
She unfolded her hands from behind herself and walked across the office to the window, pulling the blinds down slowly to darken the room. "I know you don't need me to tell you this, but: drink water, sleep if you can, get food in your stomach."
Lyra left the window to walk across the newly dim room to the doorway. The wooden planks of the floorboards creaked beneath her, and she wondered if even that was too loud for him in this state.
She turned at the doorway to look at him once more. Those in their line of profession could be in a fight at any moment; his Marines needed him fit to lead them. Ah... she'll keep that to herself. There was no need to be patronizing. He knew what he was doing, and even hungover, Smoker was no doubt formidable.
"I hope you feel better soon, Vice Admiral," said Lyra, sincerely. "If you need anything from me, just call me on the Den Den. Battleship 71 will be moored here another two days before we get underway."
She left.
@ikkaku-of-heart sent a 💀 for my muse's biggest fear about them.
Lyra was not comfortable with vulnerability in most occasions. When asked up front and directly about her greatest fear regarding Ikkaku, she grit her teeth slightly and swallowed back the tightening of her throat. There was no need to get emotional here. She must answer methodically.
The words came slowly, well thought-out and measured.
"The truth is, that woman is a good friend of mine. No matter how much time passes between our paths crossing on the seas, she... well, she always has a smile for me. It's a rare enough thing in this profession, to have a true friend." She paused thoughtfully, and admitted, "I actually don't know if she feels the same."
Deep breath. "Regardless of that, if I ever found out she was gravely injured or... or worse... Well... I just don't know what I'd do."
Her skylight eyes rested on the questioner for a moment, before she continued, her hands nervously but subtly folding and refolding in her lap. "I've lost comrades and I've lost relatives, but I've never lost a friend. I have too few to have much experience with it. I've already said this, forgive me for repeating myself, but I simply don't know what I'd do."
