toujoursfluer | Log 11 [Voice]

My world has a hidden history. For the span of 100 years, the slate is blank. There is nothing official written. There is nothing official allowed to exist. At least, not that I know of. Instead, there are poneglyphs. Ancient writings which tell the history of my world. The true history. That is supposed to be kept hidden. The government will do anything to make sure that these poneglyphs are never discovered let alone understood.

Some know too much already, but will do anything to learn more, uncover the entire secret even by risking death. Though not entirely alone now, ne? [and she will become quiet a moment]

Next month it will have been a year here. Time has stopped, of course, but I wonder if I will remember the shape of the letters and the sounds they make or if it will fall into the void.

Forgetting is too easy sometimes, isn't it?

To those who know me, I may be absent for a few days. But don't worry, I'll return.

Some things are never forgotten.

[A little while later there will be this message filtered to Sanji]

Sanji-chan. I know you probably wouldn't but if you hurt Marco you're going to have to deal with me. [and she smiles]

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-- Wha? He hasn't even asked? [Sanji frowns mightily at that, looking ten shades of disapproving] Shit, what's taking him so long... [BE A MAN ABOUT THIS, MARCO.]

[And he side-eyes her at the mention of negotiating. He isn't sure if he has a right to sound as curious as he does, but if Robin doesn't want to share, she just won't.]

Don't tell me he screwed up already...

[Stop looking so adorably irritated for her, Sanji-kun. She likes that look on you entirely too much. He manages to get a small fond smile from her, though, despite the difficulties of the situation.]

Mm. A bit, but that's life, ne? [She glances away briefly] I love him but sometimes I feel as if we're two completely different people.

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[At her words, his thoughts and memories conjure up... Ginko, of all people, for a brief second, and Sanji surprised enough to stop talking for a few seconds.]

I know that feeling.

But. [He stirs up a grin] It's not always such a bad thing, is it? Otherwise shit just wouldn't be interesting.

[Color her intrigued. She catches that expression and more telling perhaps, the silence. Well, well. It seems like some fond memory of...someone else perhaps? Robin is not generally one to pry, but it is close to her birthday so she'll indulge in a little curiosity]

It's not bad at all. [She rests her chin on her hands and smiles at him] Where did Sanji-kun go right now? [her smile widens] Who with?

[In retrospect, he should've known Robin would pick up on such a small detail and chase after it.]

Eh?! [Ugh, curse his ears, which have grown red in the interim. He hides himself behind flailing arms and hands] No, no, it's not--! It...

[Abruptly, he cuts himself off before that sentence reaches completion, his chest filling with subdued shame. Idiot chef, didn't you always promise yourself you'd never deny what happened?]

It was someone. [He stops again, before smiling sheepishly to stave off his embarrassment] Someone like that, but... they're gone now.

[Ah! Red ears! How cute. It was someone like that. But they are gone. But that smile. Ah, it is completely adorable. She is caught between prying for details and backing off since it is obviously someone he would miss, even a little. Still to see him smile like that-- such an interesting reaction. Why would he be embarrassed about something like that? Someone like that? Interesting. So interesting]

I see.

[and those two words speak levels of I want to pry but I won't, however I won't be adverse to you telling me in explicit detail with relevant footnotes]

Well, you're very cute with someone like that. I like the look on you.

[She wonders if Perona will ever earn that look. Though it doesn't seem so because there's something different about this person somehow that she just can't put a finger on]

[Her goal must be to see him do a lovely impression of a tomato, and any embarrassment he's held off so far comes flooding into his expression.]

H-heheh. y'know, I think you would've liked that person. ["That person." Not "her".] Curious, intelligent... [And sometimes a real smart-ass. His smile turns rueful] Stubborn, too. But so damn mellow I sometimes felt like a kid around 'em.

[She listens fondly. It amusing to see him turn into a tomato, but it means much more to her that she speaks of this...person in such a warm way. It's too bad they (he?) isn't here. He does seem someone Robin would have liked to meet.]

They sound charming. [She makes an amused sound] Though, mellow, that does take some getting used to. I don't think I've run into anyone mellow for quite some time.

[She's speaking of home, of course. Though it's more of a reference to the wildness of their crew than any truth. Revolutionaries can, at times, be depressingly mellow. You would never guess how often she wished someone would hurl a salad fork]</small?

Mellow does seem to be an under-represented quality, even for this shitty place. [A pause, and then his lips quirk] Definitely back on home, too.

[Home, for him, was never mellow, even before he took his place among the Straw Hats. Either the days were brimming with controlled chaos, or hell exploded onto the scene.]

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[Filtered] rofl I laughed at the salad fork part.