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.]
[Video] Weeeeeeeee!
I am not that invested in its continued existence to assure you it will remain unharmed by then.
[Troll away! But the thing is that you can't tell if Mihawk's trolling back. Or being honest.]
[Video] 1/2
[Oh. Yeah. That's bad, right?
Give him a sec. He'll answer eventually.]
[Video]
Alright, alright. I'll pick the little shit up.
[Video]
Excellent.
[You might have just been trolled, Sanji.]
[Video]
Just keep the brat in place until I get there, got it? [And he'll mosey his way to the bar, casually destroying the very balance of time and space if those threads above are any indication]
[Video]
If I must.
[Translation: Hurry up before an accident happens.
...we'll send T&S a get-well card. It'll be fine.][Action]
To his credit, Sanji hurries over with relative quickness. It's not that he doesn't trust Mihawk or anything!!--
Okay yeah no, doesn't trust the guy at all, and he hasn't exactly forgotten the time Mihawk left Zoro a "Get Stronger" beauty mark on his chest. Granted, they're dealing with a child, and Mihawk has little reason to harm the boy...
But that green-haired cretin can certainly test a nerve. Once he's in the bar proper, he snoops around until they're spotted] Oi.
[Action]
[Mihawk looks... as placid as he can, what with the perpetual scowl and the tied up brat under his chair. Whoops. Ignore the various empty mugs around him and focus on the fact his sword is at hand and there might be a passed out, tired up brat under his stool. Yay.]
That was efficient.
[Said in the tone of someone sincerely expecting otherwise.]
[Action]
Jesus Christ.
That deserves at least a bark of a laugh, even though Sanji's first thought is to bend down and check to make sure the brat's not injured.]
You're gonna make one hell of a shitty father one day.
[Action]
[HE'S ALREADY A SHITTY FATHER, ACCORDING TO CERTAIN DYNAMICS WITH TWO OTHER CERTAIN MORONS HE'S BEEN FORCED TO BE DOMESTIC WITH.
His life is suffering.]
[Action] YOU MONSTER, I NEARLY CHOKED ON MY COLA
Maaah, guess I should thank you for making this part easy. ["This part" being when Sanji stands, the boy in tow, and carefully rolls him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.]
[Action]
I would be careful if I were you.
[Action]
[Action]
[Mihawk shrugs.]
The term ankle-biter is not wholly misleading when it comes to him at the moment.