The Grand Line { Luffy }

[Kamikaze]

Meet will face and face. All is well, all is well. Alone come yes? Yes. The otter meet the Kami.

The text sent out to Luffy, the Shadow waited in her newly acquired apartment, within the Quarantine Zone. It was a lovely place, she thought, although the sounds of the dead were just as obnoxious as the screams within her mind. The place was empty, as the woman preferred it, since that was how almost all of her other places were. It made sure that nothing was hiding to spy on her, or attempt to do harm, as she had started to become worried about, even if the worries held no truth. Silence was the music that filled her sanctuary, only accompanied slightly with a ballad of winter, wind and snow dancing to the tune. The woman stared out, watching the denizens of the QZ shamble about, the weather seemingly not even phasing them. They seemed so oblivious to what was going on around them, though so was Kamikaze, in a sense.

You know he's going to try and kill you, dear sister, don't you? Just like Tytonidae. He can't be trusted. A dagger to the throat, when you least expect it. They're no better than those filthy human paladins. They all need to die.

Rei's voice had become obsessed with violence, as of late, giving Kamikaze a shiver down her spine. She didn't like it. She just wanted her to be the nice sister that she remembered, before Rei had passed away. Waiting on a response from Luffy, Kamikaze sat, attempting to deal with the barrage of voices. The fact that she was in the Quarantine Zone would have probably explained why there were more voices, and why a lot were either extremely angry with her, or scared and wanting to go home. The voices began to meld together, into one cluster of noise, within Kamikaze's head, leaving her disoriented and lost. On the bright side, she wasn't surrounded by people, living, dead, or ethereal, so that at least kept her from freaking out, at least externally. Internally, she was beginning to panic, pleading for the voices to stop, for them to leave her be. Cries fell on deaf ears, as the screams and cries of the damned would carry on. The woman covered her ears, tight, buckling over into a fetal position, her cries echoing through her empty flat, the broken English nonsensical at best.

Shh, dear sister, shh. Accept your fate. Also, you really need a shower, love. It's been... months. It's a good thing you are where you are, though... You blend in, stinking just as bad as the mindless fools on the ground floor.

Still screaming nonsense, the Shadow curled tighter to a ball, though her phone was cushioned by a few coats that she was wearing. Clothing was tattered at best, covered in who knew what, though what they lacked in cleanliness and condition.. they surely made up for in layers. A few insects scurried along the woman's body, passing over her as if she were nothing but a part of the floor, albeit a rather loud one. She was still screaming, pleading, crying, anything to get the voices to stop. Her voice was beginning to give out, yet she still persisted.

[Luffy]

Luffy stood in the shop with a collection of rusty daggers and swords he had collected. The shop keeper looked the blades over and frowned. The man behind the counter was tall and thin. His grey hair was balding in patches on his head. “What a shame about these, they could have been really nice,” he commented with a shake of his head.

“Yeah, it’s too bad more people don’t take better care of their knives,” Luffy replied. His long hair was pulled back and tied with his leather bracelet. He tapped his foot on the cool tiled floor. “So, how much for the whole lot of them?” He had other places to be, and this was taking far too long.
“Four hundred and fifty for them. They’re junk.” The man picked them up and placed them on a table in the back before handing Luffy the cash. The larger blonde man just shook his head and left the shop muttering. He slipped the money in his pocket and heard his phone buzz. He looked at the text and his eyebrow shot up. “Who the hell?” the message was broken and there was no place given. He scratched his head before shooting a text back.

“Okay. Where do you want to meet?” He hit send then waited for the reply.

[Kamikaze]

Sill in her panic state, Kamikaze rolled around, until she heard the chimes of her phone, which threw her into a loop, though quickly snapped to reality, or at least her warped sense of reality, when the screen lit up, 'unregistered contact' written across the screen. Attempting to control the bodily shakes, the Shadow quickly typed a reply, as she flinched from her sister's screaming in her head. Without the mindless groans of zombies to deal with, though, it was a break, although the damned' screams and cries still began to build again.

Say you where, say you where, water, zombies, river, bar, gates, chains, government. Abandoned bar, we meet, we speak, no blades, no guns, no back-stab, no bleeding. Tell when there. Yes short meet after. Face and face better. No staring words. No crow. Just.

With the text sent, the Shadow slowly crawled to her feet, clawing a bit to stabilize herself. Gathering herself, she began to pace, her shoelaces dragging lifelessly, dangerously close to causing a fall. A sour odor began to fill the room, though the vampire was completely oblivious. The smell, a side effect of her lack of hygiene as well as almost constant stay within the sewers, had sunk into her clothing, as well as her hair and skin. Her hair was now in a constant flux, currently appearing as the combination of Albert Einstein and Bob Dylan hair styles. Skin was muddy, though still had her yellowed pigmentation. Clothes were whatever she found off the bodies she had drained for sustenance, which apparently had been a few homeless gentlemen that were a few sizes larger than herself.

With her mental battlefield back in a rage, Kamikaze began to wander out of the apartment, to the elevator, eyes blank, as her mind became overwhelmed with the screams. If beings passed by, vampire or zombie alike, the woman didn't seem to notice, her anxiety almost numbing her. It was worse, as she was going to intentionally meet somebody that she had never met before, except for the Crow Net. The mental processes began to stir, though some failed to meet fruition, as Kamikaze headed toward her destination, the abandoned bar. On her way, she lost a shoe, though paid no mind, except for the slight cold feeling on her bare foot.

[Luffy]

He looked at the reply text on his phone and shook his head. He couldn’t figure out what was worse, the fact that the text messages sent to him looked like they’d been sent by someone who was batshit crazy, or the fact he had no problem understanding the meaning of the text. Whoever was sending him these texts wanted to meet alone and unarmed. He gathered he was meeting someone named Kami. He guessed it was going to kamikaze who he had chats with on the Dragomire forums with. He walked the several blocks from the shop back to Veil Tower to drop off his equipment. She said no weapons, he’d go entirely unarmed. Perhaps he was crazy for being that trusting.

He set all of his swords on the island counter and checked to make sure Freyja had plenty of food. He changed from his blue button down shirt to his military styled vest with matching bracers on his wrists. He kept the black leather pants on and left his apartment making sure the door was locked behind him. He concentrated on a location in the Quarantine Zone and used his powers of Celerity to arrive at the abandoned fire station. He strolled through the cracked streets calmly as he headed to the old bar. Once in a while he’d be charged by a stray zombie of feral vampire. These creatures were quickly dispatched with a well placed fist or two.

He got to the bar and pushed the door open. The tables and chairs were still overturned and broken in many places. There were bullet casings and shattered glass strewn across the floor. Wood posts scarred from claws and blades; constant reminders that this would always be a battle ground. He picked up an over turned chair and sat down. He placed his feet up on a nearby table and waited for his host to arrive. While waiting, Luffy quietly sang the theme song of some pirate themed anime he had seen. The last few words of the song were all he really knew

“Ichi, ni, Sunshine, yon…We go!”