Dracule Mihawk

 [If you happen to be around the fountain in the morning, you will witness a curious sight: A shirtless young man, clearly in his late teens, halfway comfortably sprawled inside the fountain, wet and not particularly caring about it. Right after he dropped there, one might find him with a journal on his face, which he stares at for a long, long time before finally deigning to pull it off his face and reveal features that might be familiar to some of the inhabitants of the village. Very, very familiar.

Mihawk is back, and even though it seems like he only got a shave, he's in truth a couple decades younger than he was when he was taken last week. Approach with caution, he has no filters. Which is demonstrated pretty easily when he finally pulls himself off the fountain - only to sit at the rim instead - and starts fiddling with the journal.

Half-lidded golden eyes stare at the camera, then.]

...well shit. That sure just happened. If there's a record for greatest hangover ever, I think I just broke it.

[He snorts, smirking. Behold the sight of Dracule Mihawk being young enough to actually emote.]

Smashed it, really. 




[ooc: replies will come from thrillthirsty and all his lineface-y glory.]

[Mihawk is currently standing to the side of the main crossroad near the Good Spirits Bar, absently looking around and watching people fuss about their way what with the holiday spirit and such.]

Does anyone happen to have an estimate of how long will this glittery, colorful, over the top... celebration is going to last?

[Because he's seriously considering hitting the forest for a while until you people and your lights and trees and holiday cheer are done making him vaguely ill. And given how disgruntled he sounds, you can totally tell by his tone alone.

Congratulations, Luceti, you have a Grinch among your ranks.]

[It's quiet, wherever this is being recorded. Quiet and peaceful, almost eerily so.]

If nothing else, I will outright appreciate the thoughtfulness displayed by the forces who have brought us here.

[Mihawk pauses for a moment.]

Going as far as to modify our belongings to adapt to the... additions they have made on us is remarkable. It doesn't diminish the foolishness of the whole affair, but as foolish as it is, it is indeed thoughtful foolishness.

[His tone is mild, but rather flat, it's impossible to read the emotion behind it.]

It only makes one curious as to what could justify it. Or what kind of mind would conceive such a thing. Clearly, this is not a light effort. It's intriguing, if nothing else. Equally intriguing, perhaps, are those who have been brought here as well. I would not be opposed to meeting such, providing they can offer useful insight.

[There is a small pause.]

Or perhaps direct me to the nearest decent bar.