HELLO PEOPLE IN MY SNAIL!!!!! i finally found the time to make an account, especially after hearing about all the fun people have been having without me!!!
you should already know who i am, but in case you have your head in the sand:
✦ my name is cinnamon, also known as the 'marine butcher'. solo pirate. user of the glass-glass fruit.
✦ one of the best navigators and geographers in the whole grand line
✦ ฿150,000,000 😛
✦ proud (ex-)member of the kidd pirates 😎😎😎
✦ amateur dj (i take drinks as payment)
!!!!!MOD STUFF UNDER PLEASE READ!!!!!
✦ mod's timezone is BST
✦ pronouns are any/all (both mod and character) and she is a raging lesbian (.....both mod and character)
✦ mod and character are both adults, so nsfw/flirting is allowed (and nsfw posting is to be expected) so long as you, and your character, are of age
✦ mod isn't fully caught up, however i am fully aware of spoilers. so. have at it!
✦ mod is okay with every other curse except animal curses! i personally don't think it would be fun or engaging for me, and so if i see anyone send something in relation to that i'll just ignore it. everything else is on the table though!!!
✦ semi-literate role playing style, but in no way should you feel pressured to reciprocate that! do what you feel is best and natural, this is just what i like to do
✦ she can be rude and overly sarcastic, she threatens people easily (especially marines), she has violent tendencies. please try not to take anything she says to heart, and know that it will always be directed at your character, never the mod. although, if something i've written has genuinely upset you, please let me know!!!
✦ this blog may contain references to triggering subjects; they will be tagged accordingly (cw:thing) but please keep that in mind while viewing my posts
✦ also, this blog will talk about religion and religious themes, specifically paganism. i know some people may feel uncomfortable or distressed around religious discussions, and i will have a specific tag for that, but be aware that it is inevitable. it will appear on this page. the gods she worships are made up by me, but are largely inspired by norse mythology and paganism. she also believes in nika so.....this'll be interesting hehe
✦ i can't draw for shit so instead you get a very detailed description of what she looks like (including reference pictures!) right here!
✦ and finally, yes, her account name is a reference to this iconic tweet
tags:
✦ cinnamon speaks - general posts
✦ truth affirmed - asks
✦ re study group - religion based posts
✦ ooc - out of character
✦ [character name] tag - character specific interactions (unless you’re someone she already knows, then you get a special name tag hehehe you can navigate those tags here)
((i want to stay awake so freaking bad for the wedding but i’m already running on four seconds of sleep and i can’t pull another all nighter ughhh ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i hope it’s emotional and beautiful and fantastic))
[cinnamon reaches the shoreline of karai bari a couple hours after her inital message. she hadn't been here in.....a while. oh, nika, holy shit it's so bright. how mihawk managed to stay here willingly for so long was beyond her. she quickly but efficiently docks her boat before hopping off and making her way down the gangway, slinging a small but heavy looking bag on her shoulder. she smiles when she notices mihawk waiting by the shoreline, just as he promised.]
yoo-hoo! hello, sir!
Cinnamon. I pressume you brought the maps with you.
[Mihawk nods in acknowledgment. He was never one for enthusiastic greetings.]
Follow me, I've set up a table in my garden, we shouldn't be disturbed there.
[He turned on his heel and began walking, not bothering to look back to see if Cinnamon was following behind.]
[she quickly follows behind him, readjusting her bag every few seconds as it kept sliding off her shoulder due to the uneven ground. ugh. she really preferred kuraigana. whatever.]
it was good! stopped by a bar on the way here for some breakfast, the uh- the blue rose? yeah! and the bartender was really cool, had a great time. and a great breakfast. they made the best omelet! not as good as killer's- no one will ever be as good as him- but it was close!
[she rambles, knowing that he probably wouldn't retain half of the information, but saying it nonetheless. it didn't matter if they were colleagues, she would never change the way she acted or spoke for someone else. (unless they were a marine. ugh!) but his years with perona must've built his immunity to talkers, right? surely.]
[Mihawk, despite appearing as aloof as ever, retains every bit of information spoken, though not exactly by choice. The swordsman didn't seem paticularly bothered by the constant chatter, having grown painfully accustomed to it over the past few years given his choice in company.]
ah yes, I'm acquainted with Rell. I've encountered very few with their kind of talent.
[He'd remark as they trekked along one of the less beaten paths, notably leading Cinnamon away from the obnoxiously colourful circus tents to a more secluded area, where miscellaneous herbs and flowers had begun to sprout in neatly ordered rows.]
[There was an ornate table and two chairs placed in thr centre of the garden, with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting ontop.]
[cinnamon raises her eyebrows upon hearing that mihawk knows the wonderful bartender, but refrains from making any comments. she follows him through the path, and sighs quietly as the ground starts to even out a bit, before she's met with the garden.]
ooo, your garden is looking very nice! it's a lot bigger since the last time i came. and- oh, is that rosemary? hmm.
[she plonks down on one of the chairs, careful to make sure she doesn't shake the table and knock a glass, even if she can replace it almost instantly. she takes her bag from off her shoulder and places it gently on the table, making sure there was enough room for everything, before she starts to dig around for the maps.]
[she lays out the first map across the table, creating small, circular glass paperweights to place on each corner before she continues.]
so this room here-
[she starts, using the tip of her sharp nail to tap on one area on the first floor of the base.]
it's labeled as a weapons room, but i know from the last few bases i visited that this is way too small to be that. and comparing it to some of the other maps, i was right. but when i tried looking it up in some of the old textbooks, it was labeled as a pantry. so, it's definitely not what it says; i think it's a secret entrance to one of the other rooms, but i can't find what or where.
[she finishes with a small, frustrated huff, and takes the bottle to pour herself a small glass as well.]
[Mihawk hums for a moment, examining the map carefully before placing his finger on a line representing the rooms wall and tracing a path over to another room.]
It leads directly to the bunkhouse. Many of the earlier built marine bases had secret passages like this incase of raids.
It made it so the unarmed officers would have a method of escape in case pirates barricaded them in. That way they could regroup and launch a counter attack.
[He sits back and takes a sip of his wine]
Most of the lower ranks don't even know they exist anymore. As the marines' forces grew, pirate raids became less frequent, so naturally the passages became forgotten.
If you sneak in at the right time you'll be able to slaughter most of them in their sleep.
[her eyes sparkle as if she's just keep given the keys to a mansion.]
woaahh. that's awesome.
[she whispers in awe, retracing the pathway mihawk had just laid out, committing it memory. she was right, as always, but she had never considered it to be something like that. it made her wonder: mihawk was literally half her age, and it was clear that his large encyclopedia of marine knowledge was more personal than anything else. it was why she had bargained with law to talk to him in the first place. hmm.....]
i'm assuming you know from experience? i mean, you said they were from the earlier designs, and this is probably older than me, so.....
.... let's just say I might be partially responsible for many of those earlier bases being abandoned.
[He pauses, letting her fill in the blanks.]
It's useful to know your preys territory inside and out. Especially if you end up knowing it better then they do themselves.
[Mihawk takes another sip of wine, staring down into the glass in thought for a moment, considering whether or not he should share further but deciding against it.]
[her eyebrows raise again, this time in full view of mihawk, but she couldn't care less. every piece of information she's learned about him over the past year have been safely stored away her brain- he almost never mentions these things, which is what makes them so special to her.]
of course, that's the best way to do these things. study, plan, and then attack them. even better when you use their own moves, haha! y'know, the first time i ever did that it shocked the whole group so bad i took the rest of them out in like, five minutes!
[she takes a sip of her wine, and laughs into the glass at the memory of those idiots gobsmacked faces.]
'n the best part was they couldn't warn their backup, so i got to do it again straight after. haha!
exactly! you'd think they'd prepare them better, considering they're meant to be the armed forces and whatnot, but.....
[she licks over her teeth and shrugs. it didn't make much difference to her. work was way easier and fun like that. especially since she could steal from them in no time, already halfway out from the shoreline by the time the rest of the marines show up to the scene. which reminded her-]
oh! wait, i have those other things you asked for, the things for the bounty collection stuff? hold on.
[He sets aside the glass of wine completely. One would think that he'd have brought along some of the cross guilds bounty posters in order to confirm whether or not Cinnamon was entitled to collect on them, but Mihawk already had an idea of what to expect.]
[Though he wouldnt openly admit it, he had been following Cinnamon's activity as best he could in the papers. Of course the news was heavily censored in favour of the marines and the world goverments reputation, but a quick scan through the obituaries was enough to clue Mihawk in on just what the marine butcher had been getting up to]
[it was mainly id cards she had managed to snag, which always seemed to do the trick as they were quickly identifiable, but there were also a few notable badges, and a single hat with their name sewn on the inside. she lays all of this out neatly and clearly so mihawk can easily take account of everything. but before that, she points at the hat.]
didn't have anything but this on him. i think he was called in for an emergency or somthin' because he was barely in basic uniform as well.
[and then slides her fingers to point at the badges.]
and i thought these looked cool, haha. i'll probably keep one for myself, those fuckers were a bit harder to get than usual. probably why they got those badges.....
[Mihawk looks over the collection, giving it an approving nod]
There is a couple of Marines who were on our wanted list here, you'd have to take these over to Galdino to collect on payment but you'll be able to keep them as keepsakes afterwards.
[he picks up the hat to give it a closer inspection, running a finger over the sewn on name]
[upon hearing that she would be able to keep some of the items after collecting her payments, cinnamon did a little cheer and quickly finishes her glass of wine to celebrate.]
i know, right? makes me think of how different the world would be if people stopped giving their life away to that terrorist organisation.
[despite targeting marines for the past decade, she would never tell anyone her reasons for doing so. that never stopped her from making her opinions very well known, much to the annoyance of many people in her life. it was one of the reasons she loved visiting mihawk: there was no judgement or cries for nuance with him, she could just say what she wanted. whether he responded at all was besides the point.]
i'm surprised at how high quality the uniforms are. you'd think they would spend more on arms or trainers. or actually paying them.
Public image takes precedent over everything for the world goverment, including lives...
[He continues tracing a finger over the sewing on the hat before setting it aside on the table]
I'm suprised you never considered joining up with the revolutionaries. You certainly seem to share their sentimentally.
[Mihawk mused, ever so slightly and so subtly shifting the topic of the conversation, as he often did whenever he got a touch to close to revealing something. Though the worlds strongest swordsman was his title, the worlds vaguest swordsman could be a close second.]
[the cheery and playful attitude she was carrying before disappears instantly at the mention of the revolutionary army, and her smile is replaced with a deep scowl. she silently pours herself another glass of wine, much fuller than all the other ones before, and takes a long sip before answering.]
HA! yeah, i tried that already. twice. they've made it pretty obvious they don't fuckin' want me, so. whatever. i don't care anymore.
[she grumbles into the rim of her glass, eye twitching.]
i'm allowed to have these opinions as a pirate- why do we need labels for everything? it's called ideology for a reason, so everyone can share it!
[The swordsman merely sips his wine in silence, allowing Cinnamon to rant as much as she needed before setting the glass down.]
The kind of violence we bring is extreme... so much so that it's deemed too much by the extremists.
[He explains carefully, as if speaking from firsthand knowledge but declining to elaborate on it, reclining back in his chair as he stares out over the garden]
.
.
.
If it's any comfort I don't think the revolutionary army would have been a good fit for you.
Wild dogs do the most damage when they are left off a leash.
the first time i spoke with them i wasn't even a pirate! i hadn't even met kidd yet! i was like fo- y'know their second in command beats people with a metal pipe? how is that when i use axes it's too much, but he can't literally crush people to death?! i-
[she cuts herself off, using her occupied hand to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment as she forces herself to relax. she was fine with rambling about the mundane, but this was starting to venture into territory she would rather not think about. and she's sure he wouldn't want to hear about it either, despite his reassurances. although they had grown much closer over the months of working together, at the end of the day, he was still just a very powerful man, and her superior in buisness. and someone who associated himself with that lime green swordsman. blegh.]
thank you. i'd have to agree with you, and i think i've learned that now. i'm fine with no getting a paycheck, but having restrictions but on me constantly and getting treated like a schoolkid is- ugh.
[she lets out a long sigh and finishes the last of her wine. this wasn't how she envisioned their conversation going, and she didn't particularly want to continue on that path.]
am i allowed to look in your library again? i brought back the books i took last time, i can give them to you before i go.
[cinnamon felt her cheeks heat up slightly at the compliment.]
aww, thank you! it’s nice to hear that other people appreciate my work, really touches my heart.
[she said lightheartedly, the serious tone from earlier completely gone. she places a palm against her chest for emphasis.]
as for kuraigana- honestly, the layout isn't nearly as impossible as others make it out to be. my personal theory is that they say they get lost so they can snoop around, but, that’s just me.
[she chuckles at the quiet diss thrown at roronoa, and begins to slowly pack away everything she had laid out on the table.]
thank you, sir, i really appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far. it’s more than i could’ve ever hoped for.
[He doesn't properly respond to the gratitude, instead giving it just a simple, quiet nod of acknowledgment as he watches Cinnamon pack away her things]
[while packing away the last of her things, her hand brushed against an item she had completely forgotten about, causing her to gasp quietly.]
oh! hold on, there's one last thing i need to-
[she digs her arm in a little further, before taking out and placing a small bottle on the table. it was a bottle of kohl powder with the applicator included. she stares at it for a moment, before clearing her throat, playing with the handle of the bag.]
it's kohl. the- uh- the merchant said it's from alabasta. just because of how long it's been since we've last seen each other, and this is only the second or third time i've been to kairi bari. so. you don't need to take it if you don't want it, but.....
[He picks up the bottle holding it up close to his face to examine it, letting out a thoughtful hum]
You have perfect timing actually, my other bottle was starting to run out and I was not going to be borrowing makeup from the clown.
[He teared his gaze from the bottle to look over at Cinnamon, clearly understanding the weight behind the gesture given the way his eyes ever so slightly softened]
[she visibly relaxes as he responds, and an easy smile appears. the weight of his thanks settles warm in her chest, completely eradicating any of the earlier unease she once held, because maybe he was just a powerful man, but he also showed her unnecessary kindness and patience, and that was more telling than any conversation they had ever had.]
de nada.
[with everything officially out of the way, she stands up and slings the bag back over her shoulder. she playfully salutes him, mimicking the emoji she uses oh so often in their messages.]
whelp, until we meet again. stay fresh in the meantime, sir, i'll keep you updated.
[and with a final nod of her head, she makes her way back where she was led to and starts heading towards where she can collect those bounties and get that sweet, sweet beri.]
This whole situation has made me paranoid. Any un-idenitfied RP blog could be someone I know. Laboon could be my neighbour, I could be married to Bogard, Nika my mom. I AM TERIFIED, there is an imposter among us /silly
( image sourced HERE courtesy of @/where-is-zoro-one-piece, thank you!)
If you're a part of the Snailblr community, you may be familiar with community member Trafalgar D. Law ( @trafalgar-official ) and if you're familiar with him, you may be aware of the so-called "Dick Saga" prevalent on his blog. This saga has been a long-running joke at Law's expense about his "dick" and whether it really has tattoos.
In this article, we'll go down the timeline of this saga and inform you the reader with FULL context on this long-running joke. ( Sorry not sorry Mr. Trafalgar, sir. )
THE BEGINNING (July 2 - July 3)
How did this joke start? On July 2nd, 2026, it was a normal day on Snailblr until Monkey D. Luffy ( @official-luffy55 ) posted this image taken in a Wano sauna with him, his friends, and most importantly, Trafalgar D. Law. The caption below this image says in small red text: "penis of death". ( Source: HERE )
Law soon responded to this post, saying, "Luffy-ya. Luffy what is this Luffy. I DON'T have a tattoo there??" starting a back and forth that lasted several reblogs with Luffy pushing law to admit tattoos on his penis, while Law vehemently denies it with more and more frantic responses. (Source: HERE )
Eustass Kid ( @eustass-official ) follows up this interaction with a comment of his own, asking Law in plain red text, "maybe you should describe it in excruciating detail if you dont want theories" to which Law angrily responds in large, bold text, "EUSTASS-YA I KNOW IT'S FUCKING YOU. WHY WOULD I DO THAT. I AM NOT DOING THAT." ( Source: HERE ) Anons then sent in asks in relation to piercings after this interaction. ( Source: HERE )
Rosinante "Corazon" ( @rosinante-official ) also jumps in on the bandwagon, making a post on July 3rd, 2026 with the caption, "Law has something with dick I have nothing to do with his sexuality, but I need a lot of cigarettes and alcohol after seeing him arguing with Luffy about tattooing his dick" to which Snailblr user @kora-vevi responds with the photo Luffy posted before with the caption, "Are you talking about this scene?" Starting yet another reblog chain with Luffy and later Law. ( Source: HERE )
AFTER THE CHILD CURSE ANON INCIDENT (July 7)
Shortly after the "Child Curse" ( Source: HERE ) was lifted off of Law, he made a post saying, "I would rather talk about dick tattoos again, than talk about what happened when I was a minified..." leading to Luffy responding to this post, saying, "Soooo... You're getting that "penis of death" tattoo...?!!!" starting another reblog chain. ( Source: HERE )
Anons then came back into Law's ask box asking for "pics." ( Source: HERE )
TRUTH SERUM CURSE ANON INCIDENT (July 10 - July 11)
On July 10th, 2026, an Anon cursed Law to only speak the truth for the next 24 hours. ( Source: HERE ) Leading to his ask box being flooded with many questions. One of them being of course, questions concerning his penis.
From Pudding Cat Anon, they asked, "if you did get a tattoo on ur dick though, what would it be? :3" to which Law (is forced to) respond, "...I would get a heart decal that matches the one around the jolly roger on my chest." ( Source: HERE )
Piercings come back into the conversation with one Anon ask saying, "Dick piercing instead then? A Jacob’s ladder is always interesting" to which Law (is forced to) responds, ".... I've thought about it." which attracted Kid to make a comment also. ( Source: HERE )
Ace joins in on the conversation with a post that says, "@trafalgar-official just told me he was going to post a picture of his dick." ( Source: HERE ) Leading to Anons barraging his asks even more for pictures.
However, since he is forced to speak the truth due to the curse, if anyone was still doubting his constant denial, this post states very clearly that Trafalgar D. Law doesn't in fact, have "tattoos on his dick." ( Source: HERE )
This didn't stop the Anons however, as they continue to bother him at this point, "for the love of the game." ( Sources: HERE, HERE, HERE )
Leading to Laws younger sister, Lami @lami-official to express distress over people's perverse interest in her older brother's appendage. ( Source: HERE )
That didn't stop the Anons however as they continued regardless. ( Sources: HERE, HERE )
GENDERBEND CURSE PART 2 BY AN ANON (July 12 - July 13)
On July 12th, 2026, Law is put under a genderbend curse for the second time for 24 hours, this time by an Anon. ( Source: HERE ) The first time his gender was bent, it was by Emporio Ivankov @yourqueens-favequeen. (Source: HERE )
Despite this change, Anons didn't stop their questions. (Sources: HERE, HERE, HERE )
TODAY (July 15)
As of today, there haven't been many major events to add onto the "Dick Saga." And perhaps the joke itself has gotten old and died out. But we don't know for sure.
The latest post concerning the joke was asked by Snailblr user @rentheweatherman, who asked, "why is everyone talking about genitals 😭😭 Like bro I don't wanna talk about that" ( Source: HERE )
Which is what I leave you, the reader, on. Will we ever get a picture of Law's dick? Probably not, that's against Snailblr's guidelines. Does he have tattoos on his dick? Also no, but that won't stop people from imagining anyway.
and yes? why are you making it weird? i literally just said he's a good piercer. plus we've all seen each other naked at least once, we're pirates you fucking weirdo. stop whatever you're thinking.
[cinnamon reaches the shoreline of karai bari a couple hours after her inital message. she hadn't been here in.....a while. oh, nika, holy shit it's so bright. how mihawk managed to stay here willingly for so long was beyond her. she quickly but efficiently docks her boat before hopping off and making her way down the gangway, slinging a small but heavy looking bag on her shoulder. she smiles when she notices mihawk waiting by the shoreline, just as he promised.]
yoo-hoo! hello, sir!
Cinnamon. I pressume you brought the maps with you.
[Mihawk nods in acknowledgment. He was never one for enthusiastic greetings.]
Follow me, I've set up a table in my garden, we shouldn't be disturbed there.
[He turned on his heel and began walking, not bothering to look back to see if Cinnamon was following behind.]
[she quickly follows behind him, readjusting her bag every few seconds as it kept sliding off her shoulder due to the uneven ground. ugh. she really preferred kuraigana. whatever.]
it was good! stopped by a bar on the way here for some breakfast, the uh- the blue rose? yeah! and the bartender was really cool, had a great time. and a great breakfast. they made the best omelet! not as good as killer's- no one will ever be as good as him- but it was close!
[she rambles, knowing that he probably wouldn't retain half of the information, but saying it nonetheless. it didn't matter if they were colleagues, she would never change the way she acted or spoke for someone else. (unless they were a marine. ugh!) but his years with perona must've built his immunity to talkers, right? surely.]
[Mihawk, despite appearing as aloof as ever, retains every bit of information spoken, though not exactly by choice. The swordsman didn't seem paticularly bothered by the constant chatter, having grown painfully accustomed to it over the past few years given his choice in company.]
ah yes, I'm acquainted with Rell. I've encountered very few with their kind of talent.
[He'd remark as they trekked along one of the less beaten paths, notably leading Cinnamon away from the obnoxiously colourful circus tents to a more secluded area, where miscellaneous herbs and flowers had begun to sprout in neatly ordered rows.]
[There was an ornate table and two chairs placed in thr centre of the garden, with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting ontop.]
[cinnamon raises her eyebrows upon hearing that mihawk knows the wonderful bartender, but refrains from making any comments. she follows him through the path, and sighs quietly as the ground starts to even out a bit, before she's met with the garden.]
ooo, your garden is looking very nice! it's a lot bigger since the last time i came. and- oh, is that rosemary? hmm.
[she plonks down on one of the chairs, careful to make sure she doesn't shake the table and knock a glass, even if she can replace it almost instantly. she takes her bag from off her shoulder and places it gently on the table, making sure there was enough room for everything, before she starts to dig around for the maps.]
[she lays out the first map across the table, creating small, circular glass paperweights to place on each corner before she continues.]
so this room here-
[she starts, using the tip of her sharp nail to tap on one area on the first floor of the base.]
it's labeled as a weapons room, but i know from the last few bases i visited that this is way too small to be that. and comparing it to some of the other maps, i was right. but when i tried looking it up in some of the old textbooks, it was labeled as a pantry. so, it's definitely not what it says; i think it's a secret entrance to one of the other rooms, but i can't find what or where.
[she finishes with a small, frustrated huff, and takes the bottle to pour herself a small glass as well.]
[Mihawk hums for a moment, examining the map carefully before placing his finger on a line representing the rooms wall and tracing a path over to another room.]
It leads directly to the bunkhouse. Many of the earlier built marine bases had secret passages like this incase of raids.
It made it so the unarmed officers would have a method of escape in case pirates barricaded them in. That way they could regroup and launch a counter attack.
[He sits back and takes a sip of his wine]
Most of the lower ranks don't even know they exist anymore. As the marines' forces grew, pirate raids became less frequent, so naturally the passages became forgotten.
If you sneak in at the right time you'll be able to slaughter most of them in their sleep.
[her eyes sparkle as if she's just keep given the keys to a mansion.]
woaahh. that's awesome.
[she whispers in awe, retracing the pathway mihawk had just laid out, committing it memory. she was right, as always, but she had never considered it to be something like that. it made her wonder: mihawk was literally half her age, and it was clear that his large encyclopedia of marine knowledge was more personal than anything else. it was why she had bargained with law to talk to him in the first place. hmm.....]
i'm assuming you know from experience? i mean, you said they were from the earlier designs, and this is probably older than me, so.....
.... let's just say I might be partially responsible for many of those earlier bases being abandoned.
[He pauses, letting her fill in the blanks.]
It's useful to know your preys territory inside and out. Especially if you end up knowing it better then they do themselves.
[Mihawk takes another sip of wine, staring down into the glass in thought for a moment, considering whether or not he should share further but deciding against it.]
[her eyebrows raise again, this time in full view of mihawk, but she couldn't care less. every piece of information she's learned about him over the past year have been safely stored away her brain- he almost never mentions these things, which is what makes them so special to her.]
of course, that's the best way to do these things. study, plan, and then attack them. even better when you use their own moves, haha! y'know, the first time i ever did that it shocked the whole group so bad i took the rest of them out in like, five minutes!
[she takes a sip of her wine, and laughs into the glass at the memory of those idiots gobsmacked faces.]
'n the best part was they couldn't warn their backup, so i got to do it again straight after. haha!
exactly! you'd think they'd prepare them better, considering they're meant to be the armed forces and whatnot, but.....
[she licks over her teeth and shrugs. it didn't make much difference to her. work was way easier and fun like that. especially since she could steal from them in no time, already halfway out from the shoreline by the time the rest of the marines show up to the scene. which reminded her-]
oh! wait, i have those other things you asked for, the things for the bounty collection stuff? hold on.
[He sets aside the glass of wine completely. One would think that he'd have brought along some of the cross guilds bounty posters in order to confirm whether or not Cinnamon was entitled to collect on them, but Mihawk already had an idea of what to expect.]
[Though he wouldnt openly admit it, he had been following Cinnamon's activity as best he could in the papers. Of course the news was heavily censored in favour of the marines and the world goverments reputation, but a quick scan through the obituaries was enough to clue Mihawk in on just what the marine butcher had been getting up to]
[it was mainly id cards she had managed to snag, which always seemed to do the trick as they were quickly identifiable, but there were also a few notable badges, and a single hat with their name sewn on the inside. she lays all of this out neatly and clearly so mihawk can easily take account of everything. but before that, she points at the hat.]
didn't have anything but this on him. i think he was called in for an emergency or somthin' because he was barely in basic uniform as well.
[and then slides her fingers to point at the badges.]
and i thought these looked cool, haha. i'll probably keep one for myself, those fuckers were a bit harder to get than usual. probably why they got those badges.....
[Mihawk looks over the collection, giving it an approving nod]
There is a couple of Marines who were on our wanted list here, you'd have to take these over to Galdino to collect on payment but you'll be able to keep them as keepsakes afterwards.
[he picks up the hat to give it a closer inspection, running a finger over the sewn on name]
[upon hearing that she would be able to keep some of the items after collecting her payments, cinnamon did a little cheer and quickly finishes her glass of wine to celebrate.]
i know, right? makes me think of how different the world would be if people stopped giving their life away to that terrorist organisation.
[despite targeting marines for the past decade, she would never tell anyone her reasons for doing so. that never stopped her from making her opinions very well known, much to the annoyance of many people in her life. it was one of the reasons she loved visiting mihawk: there was no judgement or cries for nuance with him, she could just say what she wanted. whether he responded at all was besides the point.]
i'm surprised at how high quality the uniforms are. you'd think they would spend more on arms or trainers. or actually paying them.
Public image takes precedent over everything for the world goverment, including lives...
[He continues tracing a finger over the sewing on the hat before setting it aside on the table]
I'm suprised you never considered joining up with the revolutionaries. You certainly seem to share their sentimentally.
[Mihawk mused, ever so slightly and so subtly shifting the topic of the conversation, as he often did whenever he got a touch to close to revealing something. Though the worlds strongest swordsman was his title, the worlds vaguest swordsman could be a close second.]
[the cheery and playful attitude she was carrying before disappears instantly at the mention of the revolutionary army, and her smile is replaced with a deep scowl. she silently pours herself another glass of wine, much fuller than all the other ones before, and takes a long sip before answering.]
HA! yeah, i tried that already. twice. they've made it pretty obvious they don't fuckin' want me, so. whatever. i don't care anymore.
[she grumbles into the rim of her glass, eye twitching.]
i'm allowed to have these opinions as a pirate- why do we need labels for everything? it's called ideology for a reason, so everyone can share it!
[The swordsman merely sips his wine in silence, allowing Cinnamon to rant as much as she needed before setting the glass down.]
The kind of violence we bring is extreme... so much so that it's deemed too much by the extremists.
[He explains carefully, as if speaking from firsthand knowledge but declining to elaborate on it, reclining back in his chair as he stares out over the garden]
.
.
.
If it's any comfort I don't think the revolutionary army would have been a good fit for you.
Wild dogs do the most damage when they are left off a leash.
the first time i spoke with them i wasn't even a pirate! i hadn't even met kidd yet! i was like fo- y'know their second in command beats people with a metal pipe? how is that when i use axes it's too much, but he can't literally crush people to death?! i-
[she cuts herself off, using her occupied hand to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment as she forces herself to relax. she was fine with rambling about the mundane, but this was starting to venture into territory she would rather not think about. and she's sure he wouldn't want to hear about it either, despite his reassurances. although they had grown much closer over the months of working together, at the end of the day, he was still just a very powerful man, and her superior in buisness. and someone who associated himself with that lime green swordsman. blegh.]
thank you. i'd have to agree with you, and i think i've learned that now. i'm fine with no getting a paycheck, but having restrictions but on me constantly and getting treated like a schoolkid is- ugh.
[she lets out a long sigh and finishes the last of her wine. this wasn't how she envisioned their conversation going, and she didn't particularly want to continue on that path.]
am i allowed to look in your library again? i brought back the books i took last time, i can give them to you before i go.
[cinnamon felt her cheeks heat up slightly at the compliment.]
aww, thank you! it’s nice to hear that other people appreciate my work, really touches my heart.
[she said lightheartedly, the serious tone from earlier completely gone. she places a palm against her chest for emphasis.]
as for kuraigana- honestly, the layout isn't nearly as impossible as others make it out to be. my personal theory is that they say they get lost so they can snoop around, but, that’s just me.
[she chuckles at the quiet diss thrown at roronoa, and begins to slowly pack away everything she had laid out on the table.]
thank you, sir, i really appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far. it’s more than i could’ve ever hoped for.
[He doesn't properly respond to the gratitude, instead giving it just a simple, quiet nod of acknowledgment as he watches Cinnamon pack away her things]
[while packing away the last of her things, her hand brushed against an item she had completely forgotten about, causing her to gasp quietly.]
oh! hold on, there's one last thing i need to-
[she digs her arm in a little further, before taking out and placing a small bottle on the table. it was a bottle of kohl powder with the applicator included. she stares at it for a moment, before clearing her throat, playing with the handle of the bag.]
it's kohl. the- uh- the merchant said it's from alabasta. just because of how long it's been since we've last seen each other, and this is only the second or third time i've been to kairi bari. so. you don't need to take it if you don't want it, but.....
[cinnamon reaches the shoreline of karai bari a couple hours after her inital message. she hadn't been here in.....a while. oh, nika, holy shit it's so bright. how mihawk managed to stay here willingly for so long was beyond her. she quickly but efficiently docks her boat before hopping off and making her way down the gangway, slinging a small but heavy looking bag on her shoulder. she smiles when she notices mihawk waiting by the shoreline, just as he promised.]
yoo-hoo! hello, sir!
Cinnamon. I pressume you brought the maps with you.
[Mihawk nods in acknowledgment. He was never one for enthusiastic greetings.]
Follow me, I've set up a table in my garden, we shouldn't be disturbed there.
[He turned on his heel and began walking, not bothering to look back to see if Cinnamon was following behind.]
[she quickly follows behind him, readjusting her bag every few seconds as it kept sliding off her shoulder due to the uneven ground. ugh. she really preferred kuraigana. whatever.]
it was good! stopped by a bar on the way here for some breakfast, the uh- the blue rose? yeah! and the bartender was really cool, had a great time. and a great breakfast. they made the best omelet! not as good as killer's- no one will ever be as good as him- but it was close!
[she rambles, knowing that he probably wouldn't retain half of the information, but saying it nonetheless. it didn't matter if they were colleagues, she would never change the way she acted or spoke for someone else. (unless they were a marine. ugh!) but his years with perona must've built his immunity to talkers, right? surely.]
[Mihawk, despite appearing as aloof as ever, retains every bit of information spoken, though not exactly by choice. The swordsman didn't seem paticularly bothered by the constant chatter, having grown painfully accustomed to it over the past few years given his choice in company.]
ah yes, I'm acquainted with Rell. I've encountered very few with their kind of talent.
[He'd remark as they trekked along one of the less beaten paths, notably leading Cinnamon away from the obnoxiously colourful circus tents to a more secluded area, where miscellaneous herbs and flowers had begun to sprout in neatly ordered rows.]
[There was an ornate table and two chairs placed in thr centre of the garden, with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting ontop.]
[cinnamon raises her eyebrows upon hearing that mihawk knows the wonderful bartender, but refrains from making any comments. she follows him through the path, and sighs quietly as the ground starts to even out a bit, before she's met with the garden.]
ooo, your garden is looking very nice! it's a lot bigger since the last time i came. and- oh, is that rosemary? hmm.
[she plonks down on one of the chairs, careful to make sure she doesn't shake the table and knock a glass, even if she can replace it almost instantly. she takes her bag from off her shoulder and places it gently on the table, making sure there was enough room for everything, before she starts to dig around for the maps.]
[she lays out the first map across the table, creating small, circular glass paperweights to place on each corner before she continues.]
so this room here-
[she starts, using the tip of her sharp nail to tap on one area on the first floor of the base.]
it's labeled as a weapons room, but i know from the last few bases i visited that this is way too small to be that. and comparing it to some of the other maps, i was right. but when i tried looking it up in some of the old textbooks, it was labeled as a pantry. so, it's definitely not what it says; i think it's a secret entrance to one of the other rooms, but i can't find what or where.
[she finishes with a small, frustrated huff, and takes the bottle to pour herself a small glass as well.]
[Mihawk hums for a moment, examining the map carefully before placing his finger on a line representing the rooms wall and tracing a path over to another room.]
It leads directly to the bunkhouse. Many of the earlier built marine bases had secret passages like this incase of raids.
It made it so the unarmed officers would have a method of escape in case pirates barricaded them in. That way they could regroup and launch a counter attack.
[He sits back and takes a sip of his wine]
Most of the lower ranks don't even know they exist anymore. As the marines' forces grew, pirate raids became less frequent, so naturally the passages became forgotten.
If you sneak in at the right time you'll be able to slaughter most of them in their sleep.
[her eyes sparkle as if she's just keep given the keys to a mansion.]
woaahh. that's awesome.
[she whispers in awe, retracing the pathway mihawk had just laid out, committing it memory. she was right, as always, but she had never considered it to be something like that. it made her wonder: mihawk was literally half her age, and it was clear that his large encyclopedia of marine knowledge was more personal than anything else. it was why she had bargained with law to talk to him in the first place. hmm.....]
i'm assuming you know from experience? i mean, you said they were from the earlier designs, and this is probably older than me, so.....
.... let's just say I might be partially responsible for many of those earlier bases being abandoned.
[He pauses, letting her fill in the blanks.]
It's useful to know your preys territory inside and out. Especially if you end up knowing it better then they do themselves.
[Mihawk takes another sip of wine, staring down into the glass in thought for a moment, considering whether or not he should share further but deciding against it.]
[her eyebrows raise again, this time in full view of mihawk, but she couldn't care less. every piece of information she's learned about him over the past year have been safely stored away her brain- he almost never mentions these things, which is what makes them so special to her.]
of course, that's the best way to do these things. study, plan, and then attack them. even better when you use their own moves, haha! y'know, the first time i ever did that it shocked the whole group so bad i took the rest of them out in like, five minutes!
[she takes a sip of her wine, and laughs into the glass at the memory of those idiots gobsmacked faces.]
'n the best part was they couldn't warn their backup, so i got to do it again straight after. haha!
exactly! you'd think they'd prepare them better, considering they're meant to be the armed forces and whatnot, but.....
[she licks over her teeth and shrugs. it didn't make much difference to her. work was way easier and fun like that. especially since she could steal from them in no time, already halfway out from the shoreline by the time the rest of the marines show up to the scene. which reminded her-]
oh! wait, i have those other things you asked for, the things for the bounty collection stuff? hold on.
[He sets aside the glass of wine completely. One would think that he'd have brought along some of the cross guilds bounty posters in order to confirm whether or not Cinnamon was entitled to collect on them, but Mihawk already had an idea of what to expect.]
[Though he wouldnt openly admit it, he had been following Cinnamon's activity as best he could in the papers. Of course the news was heavily censored in favour of the marines and the world goverments reputation, but a quick scan through the obituaries was enough to clue Mihawk in on just what the marine butcher had been getting up to]
[it was mainly id cards she had managed to snag, which always seemed to do the trick as they were quickly identifiable, but there were also a few notable badges, and a single hat with their name sewn on the inside. she lays all of this out neatly and clearly so mihawk can easily take account of everything. but before that, she points at the hat.]
didn't have anything but this on him. i think he was called in for an emergency or somthin' because he was barely in basic uniform as well.
[and then slides her fingers to point at the badges.]
and i thought these looked cool, haha. i'll probably keep one for myself, those fuckers were a bit harder to get than usual. probably why they got those badges.....
[Mihawk looks over the collection, giving it an approving nod]
There is a couple of Marines who were on our wanted list here, you'd have to take these over to Galdino to collect on payment but you'll be able to keep them as keepsakes afterwards.
[he picks up the hat to give it a closer inspection, running a finger over the sewn on name]
[upon hearing that she would be able to keep some of the items after collecting her payments, cinnamon did a little cheer and quickly finishes her glass of wine to celebrate.]
i know, right? makes me think of how different the world would be if people stopped giving their life away to that terrorist organisation.
[despite targeting marines for the past decade, she would never tell anyone her reasons for doing so. that never stopped her from making her opinions very well known, much to the annoyance of many people in her life. it was one of the reasons she loved visiting mihawk: there was no judgement or cries for nuance with him, she could just say what she wanted. whether he responded at all was besides the point.]
i'm surprised at how high quality the uniforms are. you'd think they would spend more on arms or trainers. or actually paying them.
Public image takes precedent over everything for the world goverment, including lives...
[He continues tracing a finger over the sewing on the hat before setting it aside on the table]
I'm suprised you never considered joining up with the revolutionaries. You certainly seem to share their sentimentally.
[Mihawk mused, ever so slightly and so subtly shifting the topic of the conversation, as he often did whenever he got a touch to close to revealing something. Though the worlds strongest swordsman was his title, the worlds vaguest swordsman could be a close second.]
[the cheery and playful attitude she was carrying before disappears instantly at the mention of the revolutionary army, and her smile is replaced with a deep scowl. she silently pours herself another glass of wine, much fuller than all the other ones before, and takes a long sip before answering.]
HA! yeah, i tried that already. twice. they've made it pretty obvious they don't fuckin' want me, so. whatever. i don't care anymore.
[she grumbles into the rim of her glass, eye twitching.]
i'm allowed to have these opinions as a pirate- why do we need labels for everything? it's called ideology for a reason, so everyone can share it!
[The swordsman merely sips his wine in silence, allowing Cinnamon to rant as much as she needed before setting the glass down.]
The kind of violence we bring is extreme... so much so that it's deemed too much by the extremists.
[He explains carefully, as if speaking from firsthand knowledge but declining to elaborate on it, reclining back in his chair as he stares out over the garden]
.
.
.
If it's any comfort I don't think the revolutionary army would have been a good fit for you.
Wild dogs do the most damage when they are left off a leash.
the first time i spoke with them i wasn't even a pirate! i hadn't even met kidd yet! i was like fo- y'know their second in command beats people with a metal pipe? how is that when i use axes it's too much, but he can't literally crush people to death?! i-
[she cuts herself off, using her occupied hand to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment as she forces herself to relax. she was fine with rambling about the mundane, but this was starting to venture into territory she would rather not think about. and she's sure he wouldn't want to hear about it either, despite his reassurances. although they had grown much closer over the months of working together, at the end of the day, he was still just a very powerful man, and her superior in buisness. and someone who associated himself with that lime green swordsman. blegh.]
thank you. i'd have to agree with you, and i think i've learned that now. i'm fine with no getting a paycheck, but having restrictions but on me constantly and getting treated like a schoolkid is- ugh.
[she lets out a long sigh and finishes the last of her wine. this wasn't how she envisioned their conversation going, and she didn't particularly want to continue on that path.]
am i allowed to look in your library again? i brought back the books i took last time, i can give them to you before i go.
[cinnamon felt her cheeks heat up slightly at the compliment.]
aww, thank you! it’s nice to hear that other people appreciate my work, really touches my heart.
[she said lightheartedly, the serious tone from earlier completely gone. she places a palm against her chest for emphasis.]
as for kuraigana- honestly, the layout isn't nearly as impossible as others make it out to be. my personal theory is that they say they get lost so they can snoop around, but, that’s just me.
[she chuckles at the quiet diss thrown at roronoa, and begins to slowly pack away everything she had laid out on the table.]
thank you, sir, i really appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far. it’s more than i could’ve ever hoped for.
[cinnamon reaches the shoreline of karai bari a couple hours after her inital message. she hadn't been here in.....a while. oh, nika, holy shit it's so bright. how mihawk managed to stay here willingly for so long was beyond her. she quickly but efficiently docks her boat before hopping off and making her way down the gangway, slinging a small but heavy looking bag on her shoulder. she smiles when she notices mihawk waiting by the shoreline, just as he promised.]
yoo-hoo! hello, sir!
Cinnamon. I pressume you brought the maps with you.
[Mihawk nods in acknowledgment. He was never one for enthusiastic greetings.]
Follow me, I've set up a table in my garden, we shouldn't be disturbed there.
[He turned on his heel and began walking, not bothering to look back to see if Cinnamon was following behind.]
[she quickly follows behind him, readjusting her bag every few seconds as it kept sliding off her shoulder due to the uneven ground. ugh. she really preferred kuraigana. whatever.]
it was good! stopped by a bar on the way here for some breakfast, the uh- the blue rose? yeah! and the bartender was really cool, had a great time. and a great breakfast. they made the best omelet! not as good as killer's- no one will ever be as good as him- but it was close!
[she rambles, knowing that he probably wouldn't retain half of the information, but saying it nonetheless. it didn't matter if they were colleagues, she would never change the way she acted or spoke for someone else. (unless they were a marine. ugh!) but his years with perona must've built his immunity to talkers, right? surely.]
[Mihawk, despite appearing as aloof as ever, retains every bit of information spoken, though not exactly by choice. The swordsman didn't seem paticularly bothered by the constant chatter, having grown painfully accustomed to it over the past few years given his choice in company.]
ah yes, I'm acquainted with Rell. I've encountered very few with their kind of talent.
[He'd remark as they trekked along one of the less beaten paths, notably leading Cinnamon away from the obnoxiously colourful circus tents to a more secluded area, where miscellaneous herbs and flowers had begun to sprout in neatly ordered rows.]
[There was an ornate table and two chairs placed in thr centre of the garden, with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting ontop.]
[cinnamon raises her eyebrows upon hearing that mihawk knows the wonderful bartender, but refrains from making any comments. she follows him through the path, and sighs quietly as the ground starts to even out a bit, before she's met with the garden.]
ooo, your garden is looking very nice! it's a lot bigger since the last time i came. and- oh, is that rosemary? hmm.
[she plonks down on one of the chairs, careful to make sure she doesn't shake the table and knock a glass, even if she can replace it almost instantly. she takes her bag from off her shoulder and places it gently on the table, making sure there was enough room for everything, before she starts to dig around for the maps.]
[she lays out the first map across the table, creating small, circular glass paperweights to place on each corner before she continues.]
so this room here-
[she starts, using the tip of her sharp nail to tap on one area on the first floor of the base.]
it's labeled as a weapons room, but i know from the last few bases i visited that this is way too small to be that. and comparing it to some of the other maps, i was right. but when i tried looking it up in some of the old textbooks, it was labeled as a pantry. so, it's definitely not what it says; i think it's a secret entrance to one of the other rooms, but i can't find what or where.
[she finishes with a small, frustrated huff, and takes the bottle to pour herself a small glass as well.]
[Mihawk hums for a moment, examining the map carefully before placing his finger on a line representing the rooms wall and tracing a path over to another room.]
It leads directly to the bunkhouse. Many of the earlier built marine bases had secret passages like this incase of raids.
It made it so the unarmed officers would have a method of escape in case pirates barricaded them in. That way they could regroup and launch a counter attack.
[He sits back and takes a sip of his wine]
Most of the lower ranks don't even know they exist anymore. As the marines' forces grew, pirate raids became less frequent, so naturally the passages became forgotten.
If you sneak in at the right time you'll be able to slaughter most of them in their sleep.
[her eyes sparkle as if she's just keep given the keys to a mansion.]
woaahh. that's awesome.
[she whispers in awe, retracing the pathway mihawk had just laid out, committing it memory. she was right, as always, but she had never considered it to be something like that. it made her wonder: mihawk was literally half her age, and it was clear that his large encyclopedia of marine knowledge was more personal than anything else. it was why she had bargained with law to talk to him in the first place. hmm.....]
i'm assuming you know from experience? i mean, you said they were from the earlier designs, and this is probably older than me, so.....
.... let's just say I might be partially responsible for many of those earlier bases being abandoned.
[He pauses, letting her fill in the blanks.]
It's useful to know your preys territory inside and out. Especially if you end up knowing it better then they do themselves.
[Mihawk takes another sip of wine, staring down into the glass in thought for a moment, considering whether or not he should share further but deciding against it.]
[her eyebrows raise again, this time in full view of mihawk, but she couldn't care less. every piece of information she's learned about him over the past year have been safely stored away her brain- he almost never mentions these things, which is what makes them so special to her.]
of course, that's the best way to do these things. study, plan, and then attack them. even better when you use their own moves, haha! y'know, the first time i ever did that it shocked the whole group so bad i took the rest of them out in like, five minutes!
[she takes a sip of her wine, and laughs into the glass at the memory of those idiots gobsmacked faces.]
'n the best part was they couldn't warn their backup, so i got to do it again straight after. haha!
exactly! you'd think they'd prepare them better, considering they're meant to be the armed forces and whatnot, but.....
[she licks over her teeth and shrugs. it didn't make much difference to her. work was way easier and fun like that. especially since she could steal from them in no time, already halfway out from the shoreline by the time the rest of the marines show up to the scene. which reminded her-]
oh! wait, i have those other things you asked for, the things for the bounty collection stuff? hold on.
[He sets aside the glass of wine completely. One would think that he'd have brought along some of the cross guilds bounty posters in order to confirm whether or not Cinnamon was entitled to collect on them, but Mihawk already had an idea of what to expect.]
[Though he wouldnt openly admit it, he had been following Cinnamon's activity as best he could in the papers. Of course the news was heavily censored in favour of the marines and the world goverments reputation, but a quick scan through the obituaries was enough to clue Mihawk in on just what the marine butcher had been getting up to]
[it was mainly id cards she had managed to snag, which always seemed to do the trick as they were quickly identifiable, but there were also a few notable badges, and a single hat with their name sewn on the inside. she lays all of this out neatly and clearly so mihawk can easily take account of everything. but before that, she points at the hat.]
didn't have anything but this on him. i think he was called in for an emergency or somthin' because he was barely in basic uniform as well.
[and then slides her fingers to point at the badges.]
and i thought these looked cool, haha. i'll probably keep one for myself, those fuckers were a bit harder to get than usual. probably why they got those badges.....
[Mihawk looks over the collection, giving it an approving nod]
There is a couple of Marines who were on our wanted list here, you'd have to take these over to Galdino to collect on payment but you'll be able to keep them as keepsakes afterwards.
[he picks up the hat to give it a closer inspection, running a finger over the sewn on name]
[upon hearing that she would be able to keep some of the items after collecting her payments, cinnamon did a little cheer and quickly finishes her glass of wine to celebrate.]
i know, right? makes me think of how different the world would be if people stopped giving their life away to that terrorist organisation.
[despite targeting marines for the past decade, she would never tell anyone her reasons for doing so. that never stopped her from making her opinions very well known, much to the annoyance of many people in her life. it was one of the reasons she loved visiting mihawk: there was no judgement or cries for nuance with him, she could just say what she wanted. whether he responded at all was besides the point.]
i'm surprised at how high quality the uniforms are. you'd think they would spend more on arms or trainers. or actually paying them.
Public image takes precedent over everything for the world goverment, including lives...
[He continues tracing a finger over the sewing on the hat before setting it aside on the table]
I'm suprised you never considered joining up with the revolutionaries. You certainly seem to share their sentimentally.
[Mihawk mused, ever so slightly and so subtly shifting the topic of the conversation, as he often did whenever he got a touch to close to revealing something. Though the worlds strongest swordsman was his title, the worlds vaguest swordsman could be a close second.]
[the cheery and playful attitude she was carrying before disappears instantly at the mention of the revolutionary army, and her smile is replaced with a deep scowl. she silently pours herself another glass of wine, much fuller than all the other ones before, and takes a long sip before answering.]
HA! yeah, i tried that already. twice. they've made it pretty obvious they don't fuckin' want me, so. whatever. i don't care anymore.
[she grumbles into the rim of her glass, eye twitching.]
i'm allowed to have these opinions as a pirate- why do we need labels for everything? it's called ideology for a reason, so everyone can share it!
[The swordsman merely sips his wine in silence, allowing Cinnamon to rant as much as she needed before setting the glass down.]
The kind of violence we bring is extreme... so much so that it's deemed too much by the extremists.
[He explains carefully, as if speaking from firsthand knowledge but declining to elaborate on it, reclining back in his chair as he stares out over the garden]
.
.
.
If it's any comfort I don't think the revolutionary army would have been a good fit for you.
Wild dogs do the most damage when they are left off a leash.
the first time i spoke with them i wasn't even a pirate! i hadn't even met kidd yet! i was like fo- y'know their second in command beats people with a metal pipe? how is that when i use axes it's too much, but he can't literally crush people to death?! i-
[she cuts herself off, using her occupied hand to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment as she forces herself to relax. she was fine with rambling about the mundane, but this was starting to venture into territory she would rather not think about. and she's sure he wouldn't want to hear about it either, despite his reassurances. although they had grown much closer over the months of working together, at the end of the day, he was still just a very powerful man, and her superior in buisness. and someone who associated himself with that lime green swordsman. blegh.]
thank you. i'd have to agree with you, and i think i've learned that now. i'm fine with no getting a paycheck, but having restrictions but on me constantly and getting treated like a schoolkid is- ugh.
[she lets out a long sigh and finishes the last of her wine. this wasn't how she envisioned their conversation going, and she didn't particularly want to continue on that path.]
am i allowed to look in your library again? i brought back the books i took last time, i can give them to you before i go.
