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[Nami comes back to Luceti with a bang.
...literally. Because the first indication of her arrival on the networks is her journal hitting a tree at high velocity. The journal window won't pick up more than a whole bunch of dizzily swirling forest scenery and then a bare, reddened foot as she kicks it afterwards for good measure. Then she just abandons it in the grass and stalks off. Incredibly useful contribution to the journals, isn't it? Sorry about that.
She's not really in any hurry to go home, and in no hurry to go announcing herself through town, but she is cold. So after some indecision, she heads for the Avatar house instead, knocking hesitantly on the door in her New Feather dress in search of warmth and other things.
A little while later, having borrowed a coat and some shoes and feeling a little more herself, she heads for home, letting herself in quietly and... sort of standing there and listening for voices, noise, anything. Then she'll come say hi. Sort of.
Whether she stays there or not after that, who knows? But she does eventually make a journal entry in the evening, borrowing someone else's. She's not cruel enough to pretend she's not here when there are friends in town.]
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Shirahoshi, are you still here? I remember you, now. Just thought I’d let you know.
For everyone else... hi. I'm back. Again. All that. Business as usual, I guess.
[She sounds cheerful enough. Just tired.]
...literally. Because the first indication of her arrival on the networks is her journal hitting a tree at high velocity. The journal window won't pick up more than a whole bunch of dizzily swirling forest scenery and then a bare, reddened foot as she kicks it afterwards for good measure. Then she just abandons it in the grass and stalks off. Incredibly useful contribution to the journals, isn't it? Sorry about that.
She's not really in any hurry to go home, and in no hurry to go announcing herself through town, but she is cold. So after some indecision, she heads for the Avatar house instead, knocking hesitantly on the door in her New Feather dress in search of warmth and other things.
A little while later, having borrowed a coat and some shoes and feeling a little more herself, she heads for home, letting herself in quietly and... sort of standing there and listening for voices, noise, anything. Then she'll come say hi. Sort of.
Whether she stays there or not after that, who knows? But she does eventually make a journal entry in the evening, borrowing someone else's. She's not cruel enough to pretend she's not here when there are friends in town.]
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Shirahoshi, are you still here? I remember you, now. Just thought I’d let you know.
For everyone else... hi. I'm back. Again. All that. Business as usual, I guess.
[She sounds cheerful enough. Just tired.]
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Are you feeling better now?
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I suppose a week's vacation was better than none.
I feel better.
[In a comparative sort of sense. She no longer wants to set the village on fire.]
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[But his voice has its usual playful tone to indicate that he isn't actually scolding her at all.]
Then again, I suppose it's only fair when I'd just said I was feeling better too.
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[He's glad that she's smiling; how small it is doesn't really matter.]
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[And some of them met with her, and talked with her, and she's not going to be talking to them again any time soon.]
...my sister's in Luceti now. You should meet her. She's nice.
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It's a little distressing to hear that about Sanji, though, considering this is the first he's heard of it.]
I wasn't aware you had a sister, Nami. Older or younger?
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Somehow I can't say I'm surprised to hear that.
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She used to be a really good big sister.
[...that sounds wrong.] She still is. Or would be. But she-- I have to--
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I know this place.
[She's worried.]
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[He lets out a soft sigh.]
I can't blame you-- this place has a way of hitting our most vulnerable points at times. That much isn't something I see changing anytime soon.
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