chuck ; ft. @13thslasher
it would be almost stereotypical to assume, but sometimes one had to take things for fault value, and sometimes mysterious mists were exactly as dangerous as they appeared to be: maybe not in and of themselves (at least law hoped so, but his breathing felt normal at least) but in the sense of the unknown they may conceal. trails of a past long gone, it appeared, but also odd people who obviously did not belong in the projected memory.
the masked man before him bore an odd semblance to that henchman eustass kid always ran around with. killer, or something. perhaps it was the big stature, perhaps the very obvious fact that both wore a mask to conceal their features. either way, a stranger had invaded his personal space, and law was not exactly fond of that, nor did he appreciate being unable to see the stranger’s expression and with it his intent. “i’m in a bad mood right now so i’d advice you to go anywhere at all that’s not following the same path as me.” as he spoke, law clicked his fingers, always ready to make a room on a moment’s notice. one thing you learned from being a pirate was that it was often best to prepare for the worst.