#medicus mortem

[naviculariis]

   Law comes up to Shachi, sporting one of his famous vicious smirks. Without warning the doctor grabs his friend and pulls him into a headlock, and yes that headlock involves a noogie pressed through Shachi’s hat. “Happy one year closer to being wrinkled and grey,” Law says, deep voice more affectionate than anyone outside the Polar Tang will every hear. His grip relaxes, moving to simply have his arm around Shachi’s shoulders.

   “Got a surprise set up for you in the torpedo bay,” he continues. Law figures Shachi will like this surprise and is hoping he hasn’t heard about it. It did require some forced secrecy from Ikkaku and Penguin, both being privy to what Law had found. He’d stolen some interesting bomb schematics from a World Government weapons research lab they attacked months back. It was a firebomb, but the flame was chemical and hard to put out. Law then tasked Ikkaku with retro fitting that tech into the Tang’s torpedoes which means, “There is a new war head type for you to inspect. We’ve put aside a time during the party tonight to do a test run for you. You’re gonna love it.

   “Oh, an’ talkin’ ‘bout your party,” Law tugs Shachi close again. “How wasted we gettin’ tonight?” [from medicus-mortem]

@medicus-mortem ; birthday shenanigans

ㅤ⠀Oh, he should have EXPECTED this. It's almost like a tradition at this point. A startled, halfway muffled yelp escapes him as he's dragged down and forced to suffer from the ill-fated birthday noogie. ❝Hey, hey! I’m yer elder! Shouldn’t you show me some respect?❞ Shachi joked easily, rising up to playfully elbow his Captain in the side. Hands reached up, plucking off the whale cap to fix thoroughly tousled auburn locks. He huffed in annoyance before holding the edge of the cap between his teeth, quickly fixing the small pony tail he’d recently been sporting. Once fixed, the cap was replaced.

ㅤ⠀… He needs a trim. Huh.

ㅤ⠀❝Surprise? Torpedo bay? Oh, Captain, I’m swooning!❞ Shachi teased with ease, even as the words made his mind race with wonder. What had Law found that he hadn't known about? It made him giddy, heart kicking up a notch in its tempo. Nearly bouncing on his heels, he pulled back from Law, ready to bolt to the torpedo bay to see his new toy- only to stop. And stared. ❝Oh, now I’m ACTUALLY gonna faint!❞ Excitement coursed through his veins. Fireworks for the celebration TONIGHT!

ㅤ⠀❝Until I forget my name, and you forget which way’s up an’ which way’s down!❞ He cheered, looping his arm around his friend's middle. It wasn't too often that they celebrated to this degree, but… Birthdays were to be celebrated, after all.

[naviculariis]

ㅤ⠀❝Aye aye, Captain!❞ They chime in unison. Man, they're gonna end up with carpal tunnel at this point...

ㅤ⠀But they simply cannot give up!

[naviculariis]

@medicus-mortem sent: "You Came" for Penguin [ consider captain having nightmares? ] [ from x. ]

ㅤ⠀The Graveyard shift on the Tang was an interesting one. Not only due to usually having one other person awake at the time- and usually on the other side of the submarine- but also due to the sea creatures they’d pass. Penguin enjoyed spending this time just watching as the Tang cut through the depths of the oceans, which sort of deep sea creature they'd unintentionally stumble upon and wake from its slumber.

ㅤ⠀He'd been on his way to grab something to munch on when the familiar sound of his Captain's voice caught his attention. Backtracking in his steps, he waited for a moment before the sharp sound of a yell echoed from Law's room. Alarm coursed through him as he opened the door, quickly entering the dark room. He crossed over to his bed, where he hesitated for a moment- waking Law was a dangerous game to play, sometimes.

ㅤ⠀Fuck it.

ㅤ⠀Hand settled on Law's shoulder, gently shaking him to rouse him. ❝Captain- hey, it's alright, you’re alright. ‘S just me,❞ Penguin murmured, sitting down on the edge of the bed, brows drawn inwards in worry. With his free hand, he reached up, plucking off both hat and sunglasses. ❝I'm here.❞

[sillygum]

@medicus-mortem

The hours after victory are a euphoric blur. When he wakes next to his first mate all Luffy can do is grin and shout for his vice of choice. Life was good again, he is bandaged from head to toy but it was time to feast and party. The festivities pick right back up after last night's with renewed vigor; twenty years of oppression, starvation and death lift like the final act in a play. The Strawhats, Hearts, and Kidd pirates all taking a well deserved bow: neither having a chance without the other.

Luffy spends the better part of the early afternoon checking in with nakama, everyone accounted for and in one piece. It doesn't take much for him to venture outside the castle soon thereafter, music and laughter deafening. Stalls overflow with new rations, vendors more than happy to wave Wano's savior over for his approval. A dangerous game of free food and drink was liable to put thankful residents out of business if the young captain had a second mouth or attention span longer than twenty seconds. Luffy gorges himself on crispy skinned duck, grilled eel and all flavors of sweet dango and he's easily doubled in size again before game stalls capture his attention, snacks still happily inhaled as he plays.

For all his fighting prowess the rubberman muddles his way through ring tosses and magnet buzzer games, the joy in doing rather than winning. It's after his tenth try at goldfish scooping that he decides now's a better time than any for a break. The merchant (a small older woman) waves him closer before he leaves and offers a wooden monkey mask as a consolation prize. She says it matches his kimono, all red makeup and gold accents. Happily tying the mask to the back of his strawhat, Luffy's all set to hit the food stands again until round eyes land on a snarling white tiger carved in a similar style. "Granny, can I have that one too?" The felines grimace and sharp eyes with gold accents reminds him of a reluctant friend and why shouldn't they match! It was a party and he had waved to passing Heart Pirates in cream colored uniforms so they're captain couldn't be far off. 

"Tora-o!" It's not partially difficult sniffing out the recluse surgeon, where people were he was liable to not be and Luffy's happy to find him under a shaded table. Kicking one leg then the other over the bench seat he flops down with a grin, tiger mask tied to the front of his straw hat. "Wanted to talk to you about—" Gaze clicks down to the plate of neatly shaped onigiri and a second later he's helping himself to two, friends sharing food his only logic. "About my fight with Kaido." He swallows loudly before stuffing his face with a second pilfered rice ball to speak around chewing. "Do hearts just change? Like the beat? 'cause I don't know if mines still mine ya know?" Tongue wags around his lips to capture stray rice, dark eyes focused on the remaining two onigiri. "It was beating weird 'n I heard Zunesha again talkin' about—"  Luffy helps himself to another rice ball, eyes finally meeting Law's with arched brows. "Joyboy? I think Robin mentioned him a while ago? Didn't say he replaced hearts, that'd be weird right?" He blinks, finishes his stolen snack, and licks his fingers. "Oh wait you do that too right so you know it's weird … wait, wait! Is that where your crew gets its name?!" Stunned he leans over the shared table, narrowed eyes taking in the man's various heart motif tattoos again. "How long have you had your devil fruit? You always want to be a doctor?" 

This is not the line of questions he had for the older pirate, train of thought easily derailed with any connecting links. For the briefest moment Luffy thought to check in with his heart surgeon over the drumming beat in his chest but there were now more pressing matters.

[sillygum]

@medicus-mortem

Nostrils flare with a chest heavy sigh, he could deal with the ache that goes straight through his bones, the too hot feel of healing skin and multicolored bruises. Two days out from open heart surgery, four days out from Iva-chan's treatment and— a hand moves to cover his eyes, his crew was alive and their ship safe. Had they heard the news? Would they blame themselves for not being there?

Luffy, spread eagle on his back, rolls over to his side and pain throbs through his limbs like thunder. Has to ground himself, even if it hurts, even if Law yells at him. The older pirate hadn't bothered to restrain him several hours ago, doubts he could have anyway. 

"Oi, uh—" What the hell is this guy's name? Dark eyes squint in thought, Luffy rolling on to his other side towards a docked yellow submarine where uniformed crew mill about. "OI, DEATH DOCTOR HOW LONG TILL I CAN START TRAINING?" Yelling zaps what little strength Luffy still has, even leaves him light headed.

Food can fix him and if he lays in the grass long enough the Amazon's will bring him lunch again. 

[poisoned-pink]

 💕 [from medicus-mortem]

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

Dr. Love thinks a relationship might work out between Vinsmoke Reiju and Trafalgar Law, but the chance is very small. A successful relationship is possible, but you both have to work on it. Do not sit back and think that it will all work out fine, because it might not be working out the way you wanted it to. Spend as much time with each other as possible. Again, the chance of this relationship working out is very small, so even when you do work hard on it, it still might not work out.

"How interesting truly. What do you say hm? Shall we put "Dr". Loves theory to a test?"

[penguin-of-the-heart]

💚 a kiss on the forehead [from medicus-mortem]

@medicus-mortem

Penguin had been working diligently in his room, waving off both Ikkaku and Shachi when they tried to convince him to leave for just a little while and take a break. He was truly the biggest hypocrite when it came to taking breaks himself. He was so focused on the work before him that Penguin didn't notice as the door opener and someone stepped inside.

The second presence was only noticed when Penguin felt a hand slide his hat off of his head, followed by the brush of lips against his forehead. "Ah- hey!" Tilting his head back he got an upside-down glance at his friend. Smiling brightly, Penguin snagged Lass hand and pressed a kiss to the back of the palm. "Payback! Come to get me out of my work hell? Hypocrisy all around.'

[abysmal-black]

Everything is routine at this point. From the droning march of soldiers filing into place at docking stations to the excited jitter Niji always got before a blood bath. Germa’s current client had the money to pay for the country’s entire force instead of two siblings and a single ship, Sanji’s positive it won’t be necessary, it never was. The third prince still man’s his station, patiently waiting for the green light to launch before snailships make landfall. His job is always the same in these operations, even if the client was diligent enough to provide maps and points of resistance, father and more annoyingly Ichiji wanted an up to survey of the kingdom. It’s a valid concern given Germa’s increasingly long list of enemies and conquest on the unfortunate end of one of their contracts, a trap or double-cross were bound to happen.

A single green light illuminates the dark raid suit clad prince and the well oiled machinery of the launch tube he waits in flings him forward up into thick cloud cover. There was exactly thirty minutes before the first snail ship would be spotted on the horizon after which his siblings would be dispensed into the fray with the crack of cannon fire to carve a hole for the clones’ assault after snailships mounted high walls.. In that time he was expected to relay aerial images of the island and its defenses marking them for destruction over a shortwave snail frequency.

Sanji yawns behind his mask, a chime in his headset sounding in intervals of one minute as he sails through the blue and white of the midday sky. When he begins to slow down, gloved arms pull in tight at his sides and he arches himself forward and down to change trajectory, the light bending technology in his suit shimmering just before he breaks through the cloud cover and opens up the edges of his cape. Air jerks the flame resistant fabric filling up the space in a blink to send the infiltration specialist sailing over the top of the island like a kite. Reaching for a latch on his belt a small black snail pops out of the retracting skull insignia; it clad in a similar red neckerchief and black glasses and begin’s taking images. Decent takes exactly eight minutes and forty-two seconds; white gloves reach for drone tags and toss them with a flick of his wrist to imbed into ocean facing guard battlements.

Kashu island was a mountainous fall island, so named because when the wind picked up it would whistle through the stone; the sound resembling singing to ships at sea. Most of its older defensive structures were etched into the ring of mountains that outlined its coast like a crown; over the generations various ports were carved into the island for quicker passage instead of ascending and descending worn steps. Sanji takes note of reinforced towers on high peaks, marking them as he passes undetected.

“Sanji, proceed to the Keep on the far side of the island and prepare for breach.” Ichiji’s voice cuts into his headset, the fleet finally within range.

“Copy.” Standing from his crouched position atop a covered battlement dark eyes turn towards the ocean the faintest outline of snail stocks appearing on the horizon. He’s almost positive he can hear the first sounds of artillery shells before turning and jumping to a lower roof.