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epidemiology2016-10-22 12:08 am
stickyfingers) wrote in epidemiology2016-10-22 12:08 am
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CHARACTERS: Gaius stickyfingers and Trafalgar Law kikoku
DATE: 10/22
WARNINGS: Talk about violent things, such as you know, removing peoples' organs.
SUMMARY: Law apologises for literally gutting Gaius with his weird powers that don't actually kill people.
[He's keeping to himself today, sitting in the saloon as he's wont to do during the nights on Perdition's Rest. Relaxing is one thing, but sitting and listening to the chattering as its uses, too. Though, ever since his little incident with one Pirate named Law, he's pretty much stopped offering magic tricks in exchange for drinks. There was no way he wanted a reapeat of that day's... adventure by talking to the wrong person.
Gods. And he thought he knew some freaks form back home. That shit really took the cake.
Speaking of cake, he's sitting at a mostly empty table now with a glass of sweet wine and a slice of cake he had hidden in one of his pouches from back home. After spending a lot of time in the desert today--he felt like he deserved it.
So it's honestly his fault that he's so distracted with sweet buttercream icing and doesn't see Dr. Death come knocking at his table.]
stickyfingers and Trafalgar Law kikokuDATE: 10/22
WARNINGS: Talk about violent things, such as you know, removing peoples' organs.
SUMMARY: Law apologises for literally gutting Gaius with his weird powers that don't actually kill people.
[He's keeping to himself today, sitting in the saloon as he's wont to do during the nights on Perdition's Rest. Relaxing is one thing, but sitting and listening to the chattering as its uses, too. Though, ever since his little incident with one Pirate named Law, he's pretty much stopped offering magic tricks in exchange for drinks. There was no way he wanted a reapeat of that day's... adventure by talking to the wrong person.
Gods. And he thought he knew some freaks form back home. That shit really took the cake.
Speaking of cake, he's sitting at a mostly empty table now with a glass of sweet wine and a slice of cake he had hidden in one of his pouches from back home. After spending a lot of time in the desert today--he felt like he deserved it.
So it's honestly his fault that he's so distracted with sweet buttercream icing and doesn't see Dr. Death come knocking at his table.]