Roronoa Zoro (
gavemyword) wrote2012-02-04 04:42 pm
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one // [accidental voice]
--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]
--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]
[Voice] never apologize for a long post T_Tb
The one thing he found hard to wrap his head around was the idea that he was stuck here, he and those of his crew who might have ended up here. They'd find a way. They always did.
His thanks for the explanation hangs in the air. It's not really the time to say it, not when he still has a few things to clarify.] Hrm. Don't suppose you know where the Malnosso live. [It's a casual question, kind of, but there's an undercurrent of steel behind his words.]
[Voice] |D;; I-I always feel bad for my tl;dr
...No. No one here knows where they are. They're outside the barrier, that's all we know. At the same time, though, they don't bother us too much. Not directly, at least. [Not unless they need something.] We live peacefully, for the most part.