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toujoursfluer) wrote2013-02-05 01:31 pm
toujoursfluer) wrote2013-02-05 01:31 pm
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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]
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]
[Filtered]
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?
[Filtered] rofl I laughed at the salad fork part.
[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.]