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[Nami gets home from her mission late evening on the 2nd and knows pretty must straight away that something is off. Having been gone nearly two weeks, running into Sanji the way she does puts a bad taste in her mouth. She was looking forward to seeing them.
Once Sanji leaves with his spooky darkness powers, she strides through the house in search of other nakama who are awake in search of answers. Don't worry, if nobody's awake she'll just shake someone awake. 8Db Maybe all of you!
...and that shows her quite plainly that the experiment going on isn't just affecting her chef.
FML.
In a temper the next morning, she heads through town, meets some very off-kilter people she knows, and at least thanks the powers that be that she's unaffected this time. It doesn't improve her mood any, so she heads for the battledome to try and work out some stress and try (yet again) to see if she can locate the way down to Catherine's lab.
Okay, yes. That was kind of easy. TOO BAD ABOUT THE MESS.]
[Irritated Voice]
Once Sanji leaves with his spooky darkness powers, she strides through the house in search of other nakama who are awake in search of answers. Don't worry, if nobody's awake she'll just shake someone awake. 8Db Maybe all of you!
...and that shows her quite plainly that the experiment going on isn't just affecting her chef.
FML.
In a temper the next morning, she heads through town, meets some very off-kilter people she knows, and at least thanks the powers that be that she's unaffected this time. It doesn't improve her mood any, so she heads for the battledome to try and work out some stress and try (yet again) to see if she can locate the way down to Catherine's lab.
Okay, yes. That was kind of easy. TOO BAD ABOUT THE MESS.]
[Irritated Voice]
Does someone want to explain to me what the hell happened in the battledome? If any of you are still sane, that is. [She flops down in the wreckage of Catherine's lab and pans the video across the rubble. Doesn't seem much need for secrecy. This has to have been noticed by now, right?] And if anyone is still sane, please tell me what the hell is going on today?
...preferably over alcohol.
[She'll vent her temper on killing a bunch of pirates at the battledome, drop by the battledome clinic on the way out, then swing past Raine's with a handful of papers in hand. And finally, she hits the bar to drink in moody silence.
Unless of course anyone wants to keep her company, because that'd be kind of cool. Worst homecoming ever. >E]
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Law!?
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Aa... Nami-san? Forgive the mess, but we had some trouble nearly a week ago. Things aren't quite righted yet.
[Yep, said as he hangs off the ceiling like a bloody vampire bat. He's just going to release his hold on the ceiling, flip, and land in a solid crouch.
She might find this better for talking. Less neck strain.]
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...right. What happened?
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Sir Catherine was attacked, and Molly-san was abducted on the twenty-sixth, late at night. Someone sent a small army of droids in to take them out and to remove anything of value from that lab of his. They locked down the entire dome, the clinic included, and fought off anyone who interfered.
A new version of droids. Far more advanced than what we're used to. They were regenerating any damage and using the powers of the villagers here. We found Sir Catherine in the rubble, barely alive.
[He sighs. Well, might as well tell her. She is the most rational of the present Strawhat crew.]
... he's upstairs right now, in a coma, being guarded. We're waiting for him to stabilize more before making an announcement.
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She doesn't bother to hide her crestfallen expression, and Nami sinks onto the nearest available flat surface to sit, slouching forward.]
He hasn't been awake at all?
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[Sigh.]
I don't imagine he'll be awake for a while. He's elderly and frail as it is. It will take a while for him to do any significant recuperation.
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...if the Malnosso did this to him...huh.]
...what do you suppose would happen to him if he died?
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... he'd revive outside the barrier, and be in the hands of one of the factions of Malnosso. I don't know who sent the droids - maybe the Rogues, maybe not - but I do know that the ones in charge, the Commandant's party, aren't too thrilled with him. He did come fleeing in here, after all. I don't fancy he'll have a very nice 'welcome home' if he bites it now.
[Not that he cares about his reception. But it would be a pity to lose a potentially valuable information source and bargaining chip before there could be any attempt to exploit it.]
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[She sighs and crosses her arms.] I don't suppose you know if the villagers found anything besides Catherine down there.
[...'Sir' Catherine, Law called him. Weirder and weirder.]
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[His hands flicker into the seal for the Shadow Clone. A poof of smoke, and another Law appears, resting casually against the wall, before sighing and grabbing that scrub brush.
Up on the ceiling the clone goes. The real one is heading for the door.]
I'll see if the simulation is still active. If not, I'll try to reactivate it.
1/3
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...just gonna resist the temptation to reach out and poke the ceiling!Law to see if it's real.]
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...sure. Thanks.
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[And off to see if the ACE (Artificial Catherine Entity) is still active.
If not, the console may need a little persuasion.
Well. He can be persuasive. He's learned coding.
And the old trusty foot to console technique.]
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But in the end, after a swift kick after a blaring BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP to shut the damaged console UP, the hologram appears in the middle of Chamber One.]
He's all yours, Nami-san.
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So this is a mess.
[All of it.]
finally found this tag
Apparently.
[Something subtly disturbed is working its way through his eyes. Trafalgar.]
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[Amazing how much you can pack into a single word, isn't it?]
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I know you as a pirate captain and a doctor from the Grand Line. But you worked in the clinic then, too.
[You seem pretty similar.]
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[Who is... a pirate. Or in Mist nin speak, a rouge. Criminal. Which he hunts.]
It's good to know some things remained the same though. [Neck scratch.]
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...figures.]
Pretty much. [She grins wryly.] You're friendlier.
If Catherine wakes, will you let me know?
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