#tosought

[kugiuchi]

@tosought asked:

❛ have a drink with me. ❜ (from sabo)

Isuka certainly hadn't been expecting to see the revolutionary here. She was off-duty after all, and wearing civilian clothing. How had he found where she'd been staying? And how long had he been waiting here for her to show up?

She glances about momentarily. Their conversation shouldn't be interrupted or listened in on here, at least. Looking back to him with an eyebrow raised, she takes a seat opposite and folds her arms upon the table.

"How the hell did you find me?" She inquires, though she can't help the faintly amused smile creeping onto her features. "Have you been spying on me, Flame Emperor?"

[3katanas]

@tosought asked: “They say that the best blaze brightest when circumstances are at their worst.” (from sabo)

His brow knitted. The men that attacked him lay strewn on the forest floor around him, his katanas all drawn with the Wado Ichimonji held easily between his teeth. He knew that voice....

Turning slightly to take in the shape of the male he'd run into a few months ago at a bar his brows knitted in silent confusion. Slowly rising from the crouch he'd ended in he resheathed the other two blades before removing the white hilted katana from his teeth. Carefully resheathing the blade he turned fully towards the other, dimly becoming aware of the cuts all over his body. His own blood mingled with that of the men he'd cut down. One of them had been a devil fruit eater and had caused more trouble than he'd originally thought he would......Damn, he hurt everywhere.

".....you're that guy from the bar."

[house-of-tales]

@tosought liked for a starter!

It wasn't uncommon for Aya to go to dangerous places, as an Onmyoji she often had odd jobs...like dealing with a possible vengeful spirit that was haunting an abandoned house. Sure, she thought, wasn't it easier to just leave the house like that? But she understood that people could want to go there for no good reason, so she went there to investigate anyway.

As she ventured inside, there was only silence...until she heard footsteps. Huh.

"Hello? Who is there?" she tried to call whoever it could be, uncertain.

[strawnav]

@tosought liked! / sabo & nami!

The pain radiating out from her stomach is dull, distant, half because she's felt much worse and half because she's fairly certain she's experiencing ( mild ) shock. A scarred hand pressed to her stomach, and she groans, more annoyed than worried, when it comes back red and slick. Sabo's fussing as she pushes herself to sit up properly against a nearby wall, and she gets it, she does, but it's unnecessary.

Maybe he's fussing because if she hadn't taken the wound, the dagger that's left a gash on her exposed stomach would have hit him, instead. A blast of lightning from her climatact had quickly done away with the would - be assassin, and all before she'd collapsed, even, but still. She knows if anybody got hurt for her that way, she'd be indignant, too.

The navigator hardly claims to be a good person, but she's more loyal to Luffy than she is to anyone. She wouldn't risk injury for many people outside the crew, but she'd die to keep Luffy from losing another brother without hesitation.

Luckily — "I'm not dead," she says, laughing weakly. "Don't worry so much. One new scar isn't a big deal."

[modonomi]

@tosought asked:

ace leaned in, poking her cheeks: "where's that smile hidden?" his voice was playful, he knew he was being a little bold there.

Ain is a little taken aback by the bold poking of her cheeks, blinking as her head flinches away. She wasn't used to being touched, and it brings a faint sheepish blush to her face as her brow furrows.

"Excuse me?"

She wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question. Come to think of it, she couldn't even remember the last time she'd smiled. She had very little reason to, not often getting the opportunity to lower her guard and relax.

[kugiuchi]

@tosought asked:

just sabo, whistling over how handsome isuka ist.

Isuka raises a brow at the whistling, glancing towards the revolutionary before an amused smirk tugs at her lips, arms folding across her chest.

"You look like you've got something to say, Flame Emperor."

[kugiuchi]

@tosought asked:

∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver

Isuka had trailed off mid-speech upon feeling Sabo's shoulder bump against hers, glancing up towards him questioningly, only to notice that his eyes were closed. It seemed that he'd fallen asleep - slumping over enough now that he was resting against her.

The little secret meetings between the Marine captain and the revolutionary commander had become progressively more informal - their respective work and duties barely coming up in conversation, and treating these moments of crossing paths like meetings between friends - but she had grown increasingly open to it, enjoying his companionship. Besides, it offered them both a chance to relax for a short while - him especially. As an enemy of the World Government, constantly fighting for the freedom of countless nations and peoples, she imagined that he had little time to rest. It was a heavy burden that he carried, much heavier than her own.

Gaze softening, she smiles slightly and glances down to her hands upon her lap - a faint blush tinting her cheeks. Contact like this was foreign to her, but she didn't entirely mind it. She was happy to give him this opportunity to rest, and that he felt comfortable enough around her to do so.

[kugiuchi]

@tosought asked:

you did the right thing. many would turn a blind eye.

Isuka knew that saving that trapped family had been the right thing to do - even if it meant directly disobeying orders and allowing the perpetrators of the attack to get away. How could she just leave them there to die, especially when their situation had been so similar to her own traumatic experience as a child? She had made a vow to stop the number of children with memories like hers from increasing, after all.

"I know that. I just— I don't know how they can be so... So heartless." Her voice is a hiss, shoulders tense. Images of the mission flash in her mind, intermingling with the memories of her own experience. The flames, the screaming and the crying, the desperation with which she'd reached out to those trapped... Her scarred hand trembles, even as her other tries to hold it still. She had no doubt that she would end up being reprimanded or punished for her frequent disobedience one day soon.

"We're Marines. Even if our main duty is to capture criminals, we're supposed to help people - not leave them to die when it's within our power to save them!"