Dracule Mihawk (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
slightoverkill) wrote2012-10-06 06:29 pm
slightoverkill) wrote2012-10-06 06:29 pm
2nd Form [Video | Action]
[Video]
[The observant will instantly recognize this place as Good Spirits Bar. The wall, at least. Mihawk is seated at the corner of the bar, looking down at the journal with a deeply unhappy expression on his face. Those who know him better might recognize the fact he looks also mildly irritated, supremely tired and in dire need of alcohol. Which is why he is at the bar in the first place.]
I have been informed that several members of Straw Hat's crew are currently present in this place. I would be most--
[he pauses a moment, reconsidering his wording. ...nah, screw it.]
--grateful,
[let that sink in for a moment]
if one or all would make their way to the bar and pick up a certain something in my possession that I am most certain belongs to them. We are at the Good Spirits bar.
[Another pause.]
...this invitation does not extend to you, Red Hair.
[He needs to at least pretend you're not going to drop by and make his life harder than it already is. Even though he knows you're going to come anyway. Blah.]
[Action]
[Should you come looking for Mihawk after such a... particular message, you will find him sitting in the corner of the bar, as previously mentioned, surrounded by several empty mugs of beer, elbows on the bar and face delicately cradled in his fingers. His large, black sword is propped against the wall by his side and his hat is helping obscure his face.
And if you're really, really observant, you might realize there's a certain greenhaired urchin, tired up and gagged, tucked under his stool and partially hidden by the fall of his coat.]
[The observant will instantly recognize this place as Good Spirits Bar. The wall, at least. Mihawk is seated at the corner of the bar, looking down at the journal with a deeply unhappy expression on his face. Those who know him better might recognize the fact he looks also mildly irritated, supremely tired and in dire need of alcohol. Which is why he is at the bar in the first place.]
I have been informed that several members of Straw Hat's crew are currently present in this place. I would be most--
[he pauses a moment, reconsidering his wording. ...nah, screw it.]
--grateful,
[let that sink in for a moment]
if one or all would make their way to the bar and pick up a certain something in my possession that I am most certain belongs to them. We are at the Good Spirits bar.
[Another pause.]
...this invitation does not extend to you, Red Hair.
[He needs to at least pretend you're not going to drop by and make his life harder than it already is. Even though he knows you're going to come anyway. Blah.]
[Action]
[Should you come looking for Mihawk after such a... particular message, you will find him sitting in the corner of the bar, as previously mentioned, surrounded by several empty mugs of beer, elbows on the bar and face delicately cradled in his fingers. His large, black sword is propped against the wall by his side and his hat is helping obscure his face.
And if you're really, really observant, you might realize there's a certain greenhaired urchin, tired up and gagged, tucked under his stool and partially hidden by the fall of his coat.]