Roronoa Zoro (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gavemyword) wrote2012-11-17 03:28 am
gavemyword) wrote2012-11-17 03:28 am
four // [action @ house 6/voice]
[Morning is the first word that pops into his head when he opens his eyes. Early morning, the rest of his brain supplies. Just a little after dawn, if he had to guess.
Zoro takes a moment to wonder how, exactly, sunlight managed to get through the gloom of Mihawk's castle before deciding that it was time to get up. Go fight a monkey-thing, or two. Or three. He rolls to his side slowly, trying not to re-open any of his wounds. Not that he could with Perona's stupidly tight bandages still wrapped around every inch of him.
Before he can push up, however, he hits something solid. And warm. A person? He lets his hand land roughly on the human-shaped lump, assuming it was Perona being stupid and not caring if he woke her up. Righteous fury incoming!]
What the hell--
**
[Sometime later in the day, after all the screaming is said and done and he finally remembers where he is, Zoro decides to actually use his journal for once. Too bad he hasn't quite figured out the filter settings. Have a random pirate, Luceti.]
Oi-- [Ghost girl. Are you still here? Is-- shudder-- Mihawk?, he wants to ask but, ergh, how embarrassing. Never mind. Let's all forget this ever happened. Mutter, mutter.]
... I need a drink...
[Click.]
Zoro takes a moment to wonder how, exactly, sunlight managed to get through the gloom of Mihawk's castle before deciding that it was time to get up. Go fight a monkey-thing, or two. Or three. He rolls to his side slowly, trying not to re-open any of his wounds. Not that he could with Perona's stupidly tight bandages still wrapped around every inch of him.
Before he can push up, however, he hits something solid. And warm. A person? He lets his hand land roughly on the human-shaped lump, assuming it was Perona being stupid and not caring if he woke her up. Righteous fury incoming!]
What the hell--
**
[Sometime later in the day, after all the screaming is said and done and he finally remembers where he is, Zoro decides to actually use his journal for once. Too bad he hasn't quite figured out the filter settings. Have a random pirate, Luceti.]
Oi-- [Ghost girl. Are you still here? Is-- shudder-- Mihawk?, he wants to ask but, ergh, how embarrassing. Never mind. Let's all forget this ever happened. Mutter, mutter.]
... I need a drink...
[Click.]
[Voice]
[That's his own weird way of saying "Don't worry. I have it all under control, bro.", except passive-aggressive and filled with his empty barrel of fucks.]
[Voice]
[...Someone is bored and needs an appropriate punching bag. And you fit the bill. I mean. Er. TRAINING TIME.]
[Voice] I find it mildly frightening that that^ icon's keywords imply sex
NOT TONIGHT, DEAR. I'M TIRED.]Well, it is. Most of the time. [Challenge accepted. Kind of.]
[Voice] all his keywords are terrible and vaguely imply sex which is why I love them
YOU'RE ALWAYS TIRED. YOU'VE ALWAYS GOT A HEADACHE. YOU'RE ALWAYS DYING. WHEN ARE YOU DEDICATING A LITTLE TIME ON ME? HUH? HUH?]I wonder about that.
[Voice] also The Killers. always The Killers.
WELL IF SOMEONE WOULD JUST LEARN TO PICK UP HIS SWORDS ONCE IN A WHILE.]Don't think too hard.
[Voice] yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss
That's rich from the guy who can't keep his goddamn weights off the hallway.]Do mind your tongue, Roronoa.
[Unless you want him to confiscate it. With a sword.]
[Voice]
You've got a castle full of hallways and you can't even spare just one. STINGY.]Was that a warning.
[Sssoooo scared.]
[Voice]
Do I make a habit of giving you warnings?
[Aren't they more like the ritual prelude to gross abuse?]
[Voice]
Your face is a prelude to gross abuse.]Guess not.
[But while the actual answer is quaint and only slightly sarcastic, his tone implies that he thinks you rather uninspiring over the network.]
[Voice]
Yes. Yes, it is. Guess what's heading your way?]I wonder if I should allow this to follow its natural progression.
[Which is a polite, roundabout way to ask if
he needs to kick your ass and ground your face into the ground againyou want a spar.][Voice]
[So, basically, yes.]
[Voice]
[Dryly.]
You will learn to taunt until after you learn to win.
[Translation: You're getting beaten black and blue, man. Isn't he the greatest teacher?]