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| [Here's a rare face of the almost hermit of a marine. He's smoking as much as ever, two cigars at a time, and he appears to be in a kitchen making... ice cream?]
So I overdid my recipe and I have a ton extra ingredients. And I don't want to waste it, so does anyone want some ice cream? If you have the recipe I'll make a different flavor. [If you think this is strange, it's called tsundere. Also it's about to get stranger.]
[Because Sanji chooses that exact moment to wander into the kitchen, also smoking, though he's only got one cigarette dangling at the edge of his mouth. He's absently scratching the back of his head and sounds almost bored when he speaks.]
Oi, shitty cigar man, think I'm gonna make sushi for lunch, you want anythi—
[He stops suddenly, seeing the mess in Smoker's HIS kitchen (and if there's not really a mess, well, there's shit out and some kinda food being made and it's not by Sanji's hands, ergo...mess), and his entire demeanor changes in 0.2 seconds.]
The hell are you doing?!
[Smoker looks incredibly annoyed and points to the ice cream supplies.] Cooking. In my kitchen. [A stubborn arm fold. Aw no, shit's about to get real.]
[Sanji just snorts, because your kitchen? Oh Smoker.] Tch, stopped being yours the second I moved in. [He stomps over, eyeing the ingredients.] Ice cream? [Then he spots the SFC, and promptly shoots Smoker an incredulous look.]
Are you recording yourself making ice cream? What, starting some kinda shitty cooking program?
Oi, who the hell said you could move in? [Smoker's distracted with flushing again though, and he shakes his head, mumbling.] No, I just made too much.... Shut up! [And with that he storms out. Defeated by his own tsun.]
[Raises an eyebrow as he watches him go, mostly just kind of amused.] That idiot... [Checks out the ingredients again, and you know, there really is a lot left. And Smoker just left it all out. Sanji's not about to let anything go to waste, and hey, the shitty starfish is still recording, right?
So he gets all up in the thing's camera, grinning like a moron.]
Good afternoon, beautiful ladies of Vatheon~! Seems I've got all the supplies here for ice cream sundaes! [Clasps his hands together up by his face.] Or perhaps you'd all like to come over for a romantic candlelight dinner first?? [SMOLDERING LOOK.] We can have dessert later~
[But that look doesn't last long, because the idea of any women coming over sets Sanji off twirling around, spewing hearts and babbling randomness like "MELLORINE, MEEEELLORINE~!" annnd that's too much for even the SFC to deal with, so the video feed thankfully cuts off!] | |
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| [There's no video at first, just a black screen, though a man's voice can be heard muttering and grumbling faintly.]
Shitty bastard, where in the hell did he send me? Under the fucking ocean? Geez—
[Sudden pause, and then the screen is suddenly getting flipped around with dizzying momentum, showing a brief shot of the dome overhead before lowering to take in a very confused face that is definitely looking worse for wear.]
The hell...? What's with this shitty starfish? [He stares for a moment before sighing, and then drags his eyes away and gives his surroundings a scrutinizing look. As the camera pans back slightly, you're able to take in the torn and dirty clothes, the scrapes and bruises.] Yep, definitely in the damn sea. In a...city? In the damn sea. ...Maybe I'm dreaming.
[Welcoming brochure, what welcoming brochure? It's gone completely unnoticed so far. Instead the man makes a frustrated sound, scrubbing a hand over his face and through his wet hair.] Alright, focus. Gotta get back, Nami-san and Robin-chan need me, not to mention the others...
[There's one last grumble before the screen cuts out.]
Fuck, I need a cigarette. | |
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| [Smoker has no idea what he wants to make of this whole thing, so basically he just isn't yet. He's walking around numb and smoking. Eventually though, that's just not going to cut it so he follows the little directions he wrote from the Welcoming Center to use the Starfish Communicator, grumbling the whole time.]
Is it on? Den Den Mushi are so much easier. And direct.... Tch. Yeah. It's on.
This is Vice Admiral Smoker speaking, and I've got to admit, whenever I imagined being under water, this is not what I had in mind. And for an underwater-dome village, this place is lacking a serious amount of fishmen and merfolk. It's damned suspicious is what it is.
I don't suppose there are any military types out there who could land a hand with experience? And if not, I'll just accept information from anyone who knows about this pirate ship out there. [He practically spits his cigars out around the word. He is so much not a pirate fan.] Or just advice on where to get a good drink. Or which apartments are best and why. [Priorities, he has them, but in all the wrong orders.]
[And there is an exceedingly awkward pause in which he finally mumbles out:] Thanks. [And shuts it off. He can also be found wandering near the pirate section without quite going in yet, because information first, danger second. But if anyone want to find him there, have a big gruff marine with two cigars pacing back and forth as he tries to decide if it is worth being rash.] | |
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