This Is War

This guy getting lost too many times? Is he too nice? Too deadly? Too suave? Too... green? Please let me know!

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--oes thi-- s work? Hello? [The journal turns off, then on again.] ... how the-- do you... [Frustrated noises. The sound of fumbling and a bit of static. Wind blows through, loud, before cutting off abruptly. When it finally, finally comes back on the sound is muffled, like someone's speaking a little too close to the journal.]

--re these wings on my back and where the hell are my swords...



[ooc: please note that this is backdated by about a day! it coincides with this, but if anyone wants him from a later point in time just let me know in the comments. :D]

[A certain swordsman's still home, probably because he tried to leave and couldn't find his way out of the building. Either way, he's sitting in front of his communicator, getting BZZZZT-ed for his troubles. He drops it and the camera focuses on a small pile of ugly, uninspired drawings sitting near the back of the apartment. It looks like someone's been experimenting with his bucket of candy.

When the camera finally turns right side up, it's to Zoro's curiously pinched expression. He's contemplating saying something, and it would probably seem a lot more serious had there not been a pink-and-white floral snuggie resting on the top of his head. It's cold, okay. Don't judge.

When he speaks, his tone is as floral as his attire.]

Beware everything
Strange gifts: Don't eat the candy
Stuck this way... [He tries to stop speaking here, but. Twitch.] ... for now.

LUFFY...!

[The voice, when it comes, sounds a lot less worried than exasperated. It might be that his captain's absence hasn't quite sunk in yet or it might even be some kind of complacency born of hearing stories of others disappearing and reappearing just as easily as he himself had.

Most likely, the exasperation is because he's once again lost his way. Luffy can take care of himself, mysterious disappearances or not. Zoro had every confidence in his captain and in their small crew's ability to hold down the Discedo fort on their own. They were pirates. They'd figure something out.

But first. There was one great obstacle he needed to overcome.]

The hell--!? I just passed that rock...!

[And so on and so forth. A few rustling leaves and snapping twigs later, the video clicks on. On it is Zoro's lovely, lovely mug looking embarrassed and shifty eyed. Behind him: The forest.]

-- think 'm lost... Anyone know how to get to Marshall from here?

[From somewhere above Zoro, there's the sound of a tree branch breaking. One wide eyed realization later and the swordsman's turning, left arm going to one of his swords as he drops the communicator to the floor.

Too late.]


((note: the thread with lion!Sho will be on an open video feed.))

[In the midst of the event's second phase Zoro and Anemone are on the Weather Hardy, finally winding down from their little run around town. There's something interesting in the water and Zoro'll turn on the video to give you all a peek at what's left of Miria and Isaac.]

Oi. We found two bodies floating in the lake. [...] Anyone know them? Looks like the guy's missing his shoes.

[He's silent for a moment, waiting for a reply. All is normal for the most part. The distracted muttering starts about five seconds in.]

... probably just a dream. A dream. She couldn't be here anyway... Wouldn't make sense...

Goddamn it. Kuina.

[He continues talking to himself even as the communicator surreptitiously clicks off.]

[There's a man who may or may not be familiar to some of you wandering just along the outskirts of the Residential District. There's something different about him though. It might be the wary gait and lost, confused expression but, no, that's actually pretty commonplace here. It might be the three swords hanging at his hip-- who needs three swords anyway?-- as they clink along next to him...

Or it might be the giant bear outfit made out of bandages. Through the dark video, you might be able to make out the image of nubby, rounded arms flailing in barely concealed rage as they fail, over and over, to grasp the swords by his side. Muffled cursing bleeds through the grainy video as the bear-man performs a half-skip-jump-turn. It quickly becomes apparent why his balance looks off: The leg area's as heavily wrapped up as his arms.]

That god... damn-- ARGH, that witch! What the hell is wrong with these bandages?! OI! Get this thing off me!

[Shuffle. Shuffle. The video turns to static as Zoro steps on the communicator. GRR...]

... Eh? The hell's this?

Day 44: Introduction

Zoro wakes up in time for breakfast but (due to the utter fail of his mun) no one gets to bother the green haired sourpuss. He spends happy naked time flexing his muscles for Takasugi Shinsuke. Lunch time with Brook turned into a kind of grumpy game show, while the shift after had Zoro vehementaly denying he was any sort of bear.

Night 44:
Through a not very surprising turn of events, Zoro gets lost and has to ask directions from a presumably nice lady. The Nice Lady is, in fact, Wizard Howl, who takes an extreme dislike to being mistaken as a woman. Zoro decides that the best thing to do after this is to tag along and hope he can find his nakama. In exchange for Howl's directions, Zoro offers to help with the wizard's "errands", which leads them through the Sun Room and past Albedo undergoing SC. They eventually reach the kitchen where they spend the rest of the night searching for Howl's components and wishing for alcohol.