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[Nami for her own part is content to either stay with her mother or go out exploring with Sanji for the first day or two she's home. It's bitterly cold out there and she doesn't like it much at all-- it's nothing like Cocoyashi-- and her feet are a little red from early barefoot adventures in the snow, but luckily she doesn't catch cold. She's more grounded and less restless than Sanji is, because Bellemere is here. And that means she can let Bellemere take care of things. Because after all, didn't mama say that they wouldn't be here for very long? She misses Nojiko, but if it's only for a little while, then maybe she'll just treat this as a holiday.
Then the second night passes, and Nami turns 10. And everything changes.]
[She's had nightmares before. And the last night was unsettling with the dreams she had, but they weren't bad dreams-- just ones that feel like she's lived a lifetime in one night. Or...one year, as the case may be.
The second night, she wakes up with a wail (muffled brutally by shoving the blanket up to her mouth, because nobody likes a crying human) and tears and her arm hurts but mostly all she can remember right now is Bellemere and the screams when they stepped on her arm and the blood and the way Arlong just shot her down--
die for your pathetic love--
--and everything that followed. And she knows why her arm hurts, but that doesn't make any sense, and Bellemere is right upstairs and Nami just spends the next ten minutes crying into the blanket and not daring to look at her arm. And when she can separate dream from reality just enough, she slides out of bed and doesn't even bother to dress properly, running for the stairs to the next floor in an oversized tshirt that hangs off her arms and going straight for her mama's bedroom.
She eventually falls asleep again and further returning memories distance her from the shock of that death, but none of them are good memories. And now she's confused to boot, because sometimes when she closes her eyes she expects to open them somewhere else entirely. And Nami grows to like the cold, because as long as there's snow outside, it means she's not at Arlong Park, and that means that maybe she can put it all aside as an especially bad nightmare and it didn't really happen. Because it didn't. Because Bellemere is here.
Anyway, distracting herself from darker thoughts is a damn good idea, really. Best to try and not think about it and just...stick with Bellemere a lot today.]
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[So in the afternoon, Luceti, there is a little girl staring back at you from the journals. And doing the most awesomely intelligent thing:
[Yeah. Because making faces at you all is really mature. She just wants to see how many people notice her, because damn this magical journal is fun.]
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[If people want to run into Nami at varying ages, she can be found:
-- At the library on Monday when she is 12, trying to reach that top shelf of navigation books;
-- At Good Spirits on Wednesday when she is 14, trying her luck at being served underage drinks (look, she can hold her liquor okay B|); and
-- Pretty much anywhere on the following Friday when she is 16, because she's smitten with a severe case of wanderlust; a rooftop, a shop, the forest, the battledome...anywhere. Chances are if you run into Nami today, she might attempt to pickpocket you just because she's got the suspicion she's damn good at it. And those ships out at sea hold her attention for a fair while, because...well, wouldn't it be nice to sail one away? These dreams, man.
For ages 17 and up, well... there'll be another post much later. Just to avoid confusion.]
Then the second night passes, and Nami turns 10. And everything changes.]
[She's had nightmares before. And the last night was unsettling with the dreams she had, but they weren't bad dreams-- just ones that feel like she's lived a lifetime in one night. Or...one year, as the case may be.
The second night, she wakes up with a wail (muffled brutally by shoving the blanket up to her mouth, because nobody likes a crying human) and tears and her arm hurts but mostly all she can remember right now is Bellemere and the screams when they stepped on her arm and the blood and the way Arlong just shot her down--
die for your pathetic love--
--and everything that followed. And she knows why her arm hurts, but that doesn't make any sense, and Bellemere is right upstairs and Nami just spends the next ten minutes crying into the blanket and not daring to look at her arm. And when she can separate dream from reality just enough, she slides out of bed and doesn't even bother to dress properly, running for the stairs to the next floor in an oversized tshirt that hangs off her arms and going straight for her mama's bedroom.
She eventually falls asleep again and further returning memories distance her from the shock of that death, but none of them are good memories. And now she's confused to boot, because sometimes when she closes her eyes she expects to open them somewhere else entirely. And Nami grows to like the cold, because as long as there's snow outside, it means she's not at Arlong Park, and that means that maybe she can put it all aside as an especially bad nightmare and it didn't really happen. Because it didn't. Because Bellemere is here.
Anyway, distracting herself from darker thoughts is a damn good idea, really. Best to try and not think about it and just...stick with Bellemere a lot today.]
["Voice"]
[So in the afternoon, Luceti, there is a little girl staring back at you from the journals. And doing the most awesomely intelligent thing:
[Yeah. Because making faces at you all is really mature. She just wants to see how many people notice her, because damn this magical journal is fun.]
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[If people want to run into Nami at varying ages, she can be found:
-- At the library on Monday when she is 12, trying to reach that top shelf of navigation books;
-- At Good Spirits on Wednesday when she is 14, trying her luck at being served underage drinks (look, she can hold her liquor okay B|); and
-- Pretty much anywhere on the following Friday when she is 16, because she's smitten with a severe case of wanderlust; a rooftop, a shop, the forest, the battledome...anywhere. Chances are if you run into Nami today, she might attempt to pickpocket you just because she's got the suspicion she's damn good at it. And those ships out at sea hold her attention for a fair while, because...well, wouldn't it be nice to sail one away? These dreams, man.
For ages 17 and up, well... there'll be another post much later. Just to avoid confusion.]
[Action - Age 16]
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And by that we mean at least she'll let you have it back in short order. Brushing past! And spinning on her foot to give him a playful wave, other hand behind her back.] Careful. You'll trip if you keep looking up like that, you know.
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Ah-- Sorry, Nami-chan.
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It's like my body wants me to buy shitty new clothes everyday.
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Guess I'll go shopping sometime today.
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[He goes willingly... and with some confusion. B| Why would she wanna help him shop for clothes?]
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Just remember we'll have to come back again tomorrow. [he says that, fairly teasing. Because she's going to mind another shopping trip]
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[What, you think she's giving you a choice? >>a]
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Oh hello there. Something has captured his attention, and compelled, Sanji reaches out to take it. And ends up with a shirt. It's a tad more plain than he would like, but much like a mother goose loves her ugly brood, he can't help but be fond of it already.
So he'll just toss this over his arm and be on his way to that dressing room, already planning to put it on by the time Nami comes by. Won't she be in for a surprise 8D]
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Because she suspects Vivi is used to classy. |D Not that she's grinning at a particular name in this notebook while she does this or anything.]
Okay, here. Try these on!
[Please hold while she starts dumping clothes on the top of the change room door, standing on tiptoes to do it. Get stripping. B|]
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[And for the most part, he approves of her choices! He's particularly fond of the dress pants, which he'll try on first. They fit perfectly - no surprise there, Nami got them for him - but rather than put on one of her shirts...
... >.> Slipping on that polka-dotted atrocity, brb. It fits, too, and he beams at it with paternal pride.] Okay, how's this? [Opening the door!
Doesn't he look classy?]
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Oh, Sanji! That looks--
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Dropping those clothes, thanks.]
--spotty...?
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It's a little bit outdated, but...
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[Blunt. B||]
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[...] Alright, so. Maybe it's that bad.
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Maybe the blue one. I bet Vivi likes blue.
[/innocent. But not so much on the subtle side.]
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E-eeeeh?!
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[Must not blush. Must not blush] Why would I care what color Vivi-san likes?
[Oh god that sounds mean. Revising!] Aah... I mean, if she likes blue, that's okay. I like blue, too! [Wait, orz. >_>]
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