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[mugennoiro]

💌 @kingofcardsx sent: [  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it (Rudo) | taking care of you (always accepting!)

BLINKS ARE DONE SINGLY; staggered. With lids so heavy, Rudo is unsure how he keeps them open at all. His cheeks challenge his irises for the reddest feature. Perhaps downplaying it was not in the cards, given that his entrance into the mess hall involved him crash landing into his breakfast. To make matters worse, he was the last to arrive, which only exacerbated his embarrassment.

Even now, as he slumps at the table. Responding to pressure in his palm is like wading through molasses. His eyes drift to the capsule. Directing them up forces them closed. The lights are too much, even with this figure eclipsing some of them. After three — all failed — attempts to pluck the pill from his palm, Rudo lazily chucks it in and swallows it dry.

A mistake, he recognizes instantly when it catches in his swollen, dry throat. Immediately, he folds again as he caves to a coughing fit.

[sircrocodillian]

@kingofcardsx

Raindinners presented itself as a space for relaxation. A place to get away from the chaos of the world, to sip a drink, to take in a show, to throw your cares away and let yourself win! Guests came in, got themselves lost amongst the rows upon rows of machines and tables, unable to find the exit once they made their way in. That was the way Crocodile had designed it, and it had been doing him well for the years. He rarely walked the floors himself, save for when he needed to go to his offices or private spaces, but this day he had made an exception.

Someone was winning too much.

It had been seemingly constant wins for two hours. His dealers were buzzing the office about the possibility of trouble, but the games had continued, and he kept losing berri. An invitation had been made for being so damned lucky- come to the VIP lounge! Rest your feet! Try out the harder tables! The more skilled tables!

"Tell the man that I insist," he tutted through the transponder snail in his hand. "I want to see this man who is robbing me with my own two eyes."

[ripheart]

ZODYL FINDS HIM AMONG THE REST. not hard to pick out when the room still smells like scavenged metal and small-time thinking. ( like a group that hasn’t realized it’s already outgrown itself. ) his presence settles in first, quiet and suffocating with a kind of interest that feels less like curiosity and more like selection. " you’ve been calling yourselves thieves, " he says, voice even like he’s stating something already obsolete. " i’m going to fix that. "

@kingofcardsx ⸻ from zodyl.

[logosmanteia]

✶ · ⊰ @kingofcardsx ⊱ · ✶

Ennui had settled deep in his bones, nearly sending him into a state of delirium. While he could usually rile up the other Raiders enough to ❛ play ❜ on his terms, they all seemed unfazed by his antics today, brushing him off like a stray dog instead. Except Cors. A lazy Cheshire-like grin rose as soon as Jabber's gaze fell on the elder; he knew this was, undoubtedly, the easiest target. Without a word, he started flinging tiny bits of trash at Cors. Wadded up wrappers, minuscule bolts, questionable globules of sticky sludge. Every hit earned a giggle. Every miss, a growl. Still, it wasn't quite enough entertainment. ❝ 'Ay, Mister Badass, ❞ Jabber jeered from where he lay sprawled on his side, elbow planted on the ground with his head propped up in his hand. The mocking nickname procured another bout of irritating laughter, made just to pick at the other's huffy attitude and stormy expression. ❝ Don't ignore me… ❞ Calloused fingers casually rolled a sharp pebble, tossed at lightning speed a moment later and connecting hard with the side of Cors' head. ❝ Ain't like you got much goin' on anyway. Let's stir some shit UP! ❞

[medicus-felini]

▌  closed  starter  @kingofcardsx

       Not  too  often       did  stumbling  upon  another  pirate  mean  anything  else  than  sizing  them  up   ;   soon  followed  by  causing  chaos.  Violence.  A  ritual  the  feline  got  used  to  in  their  time  on  the  Punk.  It  is  neutral  places  like  this  where  outlaws  could    (  for  once  in  a  while  )     forget  the  trouble  or  drink  themselves  into  a  coma.  Whatever  happens  first.

   Across  a  few  tables,  ice-blue  depths  followed  a  large  man   ;   and  she  might  even  recognize  him  from  the  bounty  posters.

       ❝  That  is  rather  fascinating  .  .  .  ❞       A  tilt  of  head,  a  murmured  observation  meant  for  her  own  ears  before  the  mink  excused  herself   &   left  her  crew's  table.

Was  it  wise  to  mingle  with  strangers  in  a  place  like  this     ?    Insane,  perhaps.

But  the  sight  of  the  stranger's  wings  began  to  occupy  Linn's  head  more   &   more,  the  longer  she  was  in  the  presence  of  him.  Something  about  cats   &   birds.

     ❝  Excuse  me,  Mister.  I  was  wondering  if  you  could  spare  a  minute  of  your  time  for  some  questions    ?  ❞      The  doctor  opted  for  a  polite  tone,  so  silent  it  was  barely  noticeable  among  the  volume  surrounding  them.  Her  goals  were  embarrassingly  selfish    –    She  never  met  someone  from  Skypiea.

[piecedpirates]

👀 / for Alex. Can't hurt to know!

MEME ACCEPTING

Her lips twitch a little as she gives it a little ponder, before she gives a small nod of her head, "A-trac-" She lets out a little huff, her throat screaming at her for trying a long word. Taking a couple of deep breathes she manages to get out, "Pret-ty boy." Dark painted lips spread wide.

[tewwor-is-moving]

soggy, soggy man ( accepting ) — @kingofcardsx >> cors & hiromi

Smoke lazily curls from the corner of his lips. Half lidded eyes study the distant horizon, tracing a dying wash of orange and red far more vibrant than what's seen at home. "What's your biggest desire?" Lips purse around the smoldering cigarette, coaxing in more nicotine. "Maybe that's too vague— if you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?"

[kaercu]

@kingofcardsx | it's gachi time fellers >:)

ft. chiyo

her methodical movements slow and pause as the door swings open. before chiyo lay several old, well-cared for items -- jinki -- as well as a few maintenance items. in her down time, it's nice to keep her hands busy. " ah, hey, " she greets, setting a small gardening hoe back onto the table. a friendly smile slides across her face. " what's up? "