#requieminblue

[ghrahm]

Ashley anticipated a number of things as she strode outside, pertaining to: blue skies, steaming asphalt. Maybe a bird or two. Her car, of course, trunk popped, near full to the seams. Still, Ashley holds in her arms a heavy bounty, this time with regard to snacks, her previous armfuls being bedding, sleepwear, and naturally, an outfit change for most every occasion. Things like this were meant to be life-changing, and with that came life-changing events... she hoped, in this case, they weren't so drastic as the ones from then. No, Ashley rattles her head back and forth, you're doing this to get away from that. No more --

"Huh?"

Ashley didn't anticipate a familiar bed of hair, nonchalantly leaning against her door, handling his own fair share of supplies. In noticing such, Ashley all but loses her own, the shock almost enough to have everything tumbling overboard, but Ashley decides that she's embarrassed herself in front of Leon enough.

Which... yeah. There he was. More tired, maybe; eyes dark 'round the edges, hair longer. Not so fresh-shaven, but not... not, either. Her wide-eyed stare goes on a bit too long for her liking, and so, Ashley walks very straightforwardly, no trips or stumbles at all, to her trunk, depositing her weekslong worth of treats.

"Leon, what- I didn't think - you read my emails?"

Ashley wants to hug him again, but for fear of sending him westward, Ashley withholds. He's... he doesn't have, like, a lot with him, but. Maybe he's a survivalist... no, he is a survivalist type, he knows what he needs, and doesn't need. Ashley wonders if maybe she's doing a bit much, but - dammit, this is her life-altering roadtrip.

Now with a plus one.

"Oh! Here, lemme'... I don't think there's anymore room left in the trunk, but," unlocking the door, Ashley gestures toward the, admittedly not-so-spacious, back. "That should be enough? You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I, um. I didn't really expect you to want to come. I wanted you to, but."

@requieminblue!

[perativered]

👀

Chris??

to walk in on my muse naked * @requieminblue ( chris

ink traced webbing , what began as a stain curls & adapts coursing through the skin traversing the slope of the shoulder anchoring itself across the shoulder blade. eating away at clear skin in a gnawing hunger ( * the echo of water pellets hitting shower tiles long gone ; pads of fingers press against the spot / but their so close only needing a solid lead ) she doesn't deflect the issue a survivor for so long & the world still finds a way to make up for a cruel joke.

her thought progress pauses when gaze lifts & the door is ajar , Chris gaze lands where she avoided show by now she recognizes the look in the micro details that cement in the momentary silence before she feels it. " worried I tripped ? "

she deflects the topic before he voices it out , but ada is aware he'll press anyway ( * time spent in the unexpected pair up opens up how he is / after all research only goes such way to paint a person. ) he waits till she's put something on , the closest thing being a white cotton towel pressed around the figure before he approaches.

" or are you going to ask me why I didnt tell you sooner ? "

[sircrocodillian]

@requieminblue

"Not that I am feeling surprised by your huge and amusingly fragile ego or anything.." Death threats and violence was on the menu for breakfast, lunch and supper since the day he had joined Doflamingo as a little boy. And Crocodile seemed like the type that relied on his infamous reputation in order to make a point. Especially since he joined that Guild.

Law relaxed his arms along the railing on the deck, crossing one leg over the other with his sword resting against his shoulder. "I mean, I have heard that the well known Crocodile has a very short fuse, don't get me wrong. But given your standing, I would expect your composure to be a little sturdier. My bad."

"Unless of course...you wanna solve things right here..."

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The statement had rolled out of Crocodile's mouth more as a fact than as a threat. Of course, depending on the situation, the intent could certainly be taken either way. Big men with big egos, throwing themselves across the furthest reaches of the New World, was where this happened. There would always be inevitable clashes when that many personalities met and butted their stubborn heads together.

He had killed people for far less than what Law had thrown his way, but that had been a different man, too. A man who had grown the largest fish in the proverbial Alabasta pond, who could not take a blow to his ego and shrug it off. That man, though still presently curled up deep inside the defenses Crocodile had built up since, was far less likely to show his face with snap decisions.

So, instead, the response was a simple smile, though the way his teeth gripped the cigar in his mouth indicated a clenched jaw. A controlled gesture, as though trying to keep something more internal from lashing out and creating a larger spectacle than intended. He was an Executive to a Yonko now (could be argued the power behind the throne), and he needed to make sure that spoke for him alone.

"From what I've heard about you, you have no qualms about 'poking the sea beast'. Abrasive. Yes, I have killed for way less, but you're not worth the energy I would need to get it over with. So--" he crossed his hand over his forearm, touching just at the base of his hook, though it was only a resting gesture. "-- What business do you have with Cross Guild other than picking fights?"

[onepiecc]

@requieminblue ~plotted starter~

Stella was where her captors had left her, a thick cloth tied across her mouth, chains secured to a metal ring bolted into the deck. Saltwater stung the cuts on her skin. Bruises ached beneath her torn costume, and her shoulders burned from being forced into the same position for so long. The pirate crew that had kidnapped her was gone now. Some lay unconscious, others had fled, and a few wouldn't be getting back up. The blonde lowered her gaze, staring at the bloodstained planks beneath her knees. She heard unfamiliar footsteps approaching, and she lifted her head. A group of strangers stood nearby, surveying the aftermath.

Their clothing was different from her captors', and their expressions weren't drunken or greedy. They looked more interested in assessing damage than celebrating conquest, but even so, Stella knew better than to trust pirates. She kept perfectly still until one of them finally noticed her. "Uh," the man with an orca hat blinked. "Is that…?" Several heads turned as the performer felt every pair of eyes settle on her.

One of the pirates stared harder. "No way." Another frowned, "Wait. Seriously?" The first took a cautious step closer, which was some sort of white bear. "It is her." Stella looked away immediately as she heard the group continue talking. "That's Stella." The statement spread through the group. "The singer?" "The performer from Sabaody?" "The one everyone's been talking about?" The blonde's throat tightened behind the gag as the Heart Pirates exchanged glances. One with a pengiun hat crouched near her chains. "What happened to her?" The orca hat male shook his head. "Looks like they took her hostage." The pirates continued talking quietly among themselves.

Eventually, her gaze drifted past them toward the figure standing farther back. Exhaustion clouded her thoughts as fear lingered stubbornly beneath her ribs. However, her eyes remained fixed on him as it appeared that he might be the captain. For a moment, nobody moved. The sea rolled gently beneath the ship, waves slapped against the hull, and a distant gull cried overhead. Then the bear approached her, "Easy. We've got you." Stella blinked, and her vision blurred suddenly. After everything she'd endured, after days spent refusing to cry in front of her captors, those three simple words nearly broke her.

The gag loosened, and the woman inhaled sharply. Her throat burned, and the chains followed moments later. Metal clattered against the deck, and the weight disappeared from her wrists, then her ankles. For several seconds, she simply sat there, unable to process the absence. Stella rubbed feeling back into her wrists and stared at the red marks left behind. Slowly, she looked up at the pirates, who were already turning their attention toward the damaged ship and the cleanup that followed the battle.

[peachypessa]

Voices  of  her  Toads...  that's  all  she  can  hear,  them  screaming,  the  princess  looked  around  to  see  why  everyone  was  screaming?  Bowser  was  back?,  Bowser  had  to  be  back...  Right?

The  princess  came  out  of  the  castle  as  she  saw  her  Toads  running  with  a  lot  of  fear,  as  she  just  got  ready  for  any  fight.

❝  What's  wrong?!  What  is  the  dangers?!  ❞

Says  her  as  she  approached  to  the  source  of  the  running  Toads,  she  will  not  let  anyone  hurt  her  people,  not  if  she  can  help  it!

❝  Whoever  is  scaring  my  Toads,  You've  won  a  great  problem!  ❞

@requieminblue

[torn-butterfly-wings]

I Knew You'd Come Sea Me

Plotted Starter for @requieminblue | Cosette & Sora for Sanji

Misery was the natural taste of Germa.

A moving land that was kissed with cruelty and an overwhelming ego. To walk its halls left Cosette feeling as if she were suffocating each day. Her life was a flickering candlelight that waited to be snuffed out by a cruel man's whims. This nightmarish reality was more clear today than it had ever been.

Cosette stood before the shimmering metal of the large, industrial fridge in the palace kitchens. Tremors wracked along her slender arms as she stared into the wavey reflection of her face on the fridge. Tears prickled at the rim of her un-swollen eye. She lifted a hand and began to tentatively trace over the vile swelling of her cheek, lips, and other eye.

She had only regained consciousness an hour ago from the prince's violent attack yesterday. Agony throbbed through every swollen patch of her skin. A step too fast left her feeling lightheaded but this was not something she could concern herself with. She had a job to do. She had seen what had happened to the previous cooks that had not obeyed the whims of the royal princes.

"E-excuse me!" The voice of one of her kitchen staff squeaked out behind her. "Your H-highness, you cannot be here!"

The kitchen staff's words filled Cosette's veins with ice. Her spine stiffened until a deep ache sliced through her shoulder blades. Her lip trembled but she made herself turn around and expected to see the worst, her heart in her stomach.

She turned fully to face the entrance to the kitchen and froze. Heat blossomed on her pale cheeks as she took in the image of the blond prince. She could not recall ever being told his name or where he had come from but she could make a guess based on the king's lazy naming convention. His loud protective voice and the words of praise for her hard work from the day before rang in her ears. It sent her heart fluttering.

Swallowing thickly, she forced her feet to walk. She wobbled, knees threatening to collapse, as she strode towards him. Her hands came up to clasp together in front of her chest. She looked up at the tall, handsome prince. "M-my apologies, Your Highness, she's right. If, uhm, if you are hungry, I can make you a snack before breakfast, sir."

[perativered]

plotted starter * @requieminblue ( chris )

tracking the apartment hadn't been easy , thought out pillowed between the outskirts of what is left of raccoon city & the next town over ( * in snaking dirt roads and heavily covered in foliage blanketing old oak ) it easy to miss from a birds eye view ; clouded in the dark . Ada still finds it though , wiping away the rain pellets making silver lining strands stick to her face. the floorboards creak in steps , what remains of a home is the dust & webs that corner some walls.

she thinks it would have been a nice little home back then , the white picket fence type where you'd sit out in the front porch when the sun raised high. ( * maybe a greenhouse too , thought it hard to tell ) the boards echo her steps ; as surveys the place first. a basic setting , some rooms with the cracks that once split now combine the space ... chin propped up as the stairs come into view ; it stable enough for her to walk up and she does.

dark optics track the room , there you go. she thinks as one of the rooms reveals a light oak shaded desk & a laptop propped open unnatural in surrounding it exists in. the operative glances around , cautious if it a trap set out in the blue but nothing about the small room tells her so so she approaches pressing the keys.

it locked behind a password but that hasn't stopped her before reaching in the sleeve of the dark burgundy jacket for a small device connecting it. the screen flashes loading the breaker to let her in ; illuminating her figure in the darkness of the space.

she hears it then , the soft click of a weapon ... her fingertips slide to the knife holster. Don't think about it Wong. she'd recognize that voice right away , should she be surprised though ? tiers curl ; her tone smooth like velvet cranium dips gaze meeting his. " fancy seeing you here too , I didnt expect any company. " Chris must be here on the same premise that she is , she'd say she was impressed but he's either tailed her & waited for this moment or gotten the same intel to track the whereabouts of this location.

[diisccvery]

@requieminblue continued

Her jaw clenched at his dismissal, hand to her waist as the woman studied his body language. Annoyance, arrogance, quick acceptance of the situation. What were the Strawhat men made of and what had Luffy sacrificed to find such people?

Pirate Hunter Zoro, turned pirate. A wing of the future King of Pirates no less.

"..You know what?"

In one swift motion she took hold of the shirt, polished nails gripping at the cloth before Boa allowed the musty fabric to slide off her shoulders. Hair expertly positioned over the Empress's back, keeping her secret hidden beneath.

"I don't want it anymore."