Reunion and Time Traveling Finale x2

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone!
What: A continuation of the first log
When: November 20th and Onward technically, so basically whenever.
Where: Luceti enclosure
Summary: Who let all these New Feathers in here!? ...Wait, that guy's familiar...
Rating: May vary, as usual high ratings should be taken elsewhere

The previous log hit recaptcha, so for those who don't have appointment posts or just want to keep it in-game, here's a second log!

All the dirty deets

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[concasse]

[Unlike Zoro, Sanji isn't interested in verbal sparring matches with ladies; Perona will find him a poor opponent in this regard, and simply grants a curious glance to his feet at their mention. Oh sure, they're cold, but far from frost-bitten. He gives the toes a cautious wiggle.]

No, no, my feet are fine, I promise~! [Then there's a faint shift at the bandages - Chopper usually handles all his medical procedures, and ugh, how he wishes he could save her from the mundanity of it all. He nearly pushes the issue, except this is about the time he should be pacifying her anger, eh?]

And it couldn't be helped. The shithead had a bone to pick with Law, and we've got an alliance with him going. [Basically the sum of his current experiences back on their world. It's far more complicated than that, but when you get to the heart of it...

The chef gives a shrug, then stills so Perona can continue her work. Underneath the bandages lay the old wounds - healing nicely, but still crisscrossed against his torso. Sanji had been lucky; only the muscle is marred, not the bone]

[hollower]

[Even after Sanji assures her his feet aren't in poor shape, Perona isn't exactly satisfied. She's taking ever precaution and wraps his feet up individually with some small blankets before putting a larger, thicker one over them both. After taking a glance at his chest, she's determined that while painful-looking, the wounds were expertly treated. Far better than she could administer with her mediocre skills. They have a damn good doctor on that crew, and he's very lucky the wounds weren't any deeper or punctured any of his vital organs. Honestly, she wasn't kidding about having the devil's luck.

What she can do is at least clean the wound to disinfect it and make sure the area around the skin wasn't exposed to the cold, then redress it with fresh bandages.

She opens her mouth to say just that, but her throat tightens and the sound is cut off when Sanji mentions Law. Immediately, her whole body goes stiff and she halts every movement, her grip tightening on the fresh roll of bandages in her hand. Her anger, while increasing tenfold, seems more contained, though at a dangerous level.]

...What business does Doflamingo have with Law? [She meets Sanji's eye directly.]

[concasse]

[... Interesting.

Sanji sits still and silent, eyes abruptly narrowed, the look of a jeweler appraising a sharp cut of diamond. By now, the chef has been made aware the length of his absence - a lot can take place in the span of a few years.

He doesn't know Perona's story, back home or here in Luceti, but there isn't any denying the source of the woman's ire. After the pause, he sighs quietly and relaxes, recoiling back his observations.]

I'm not sure of the details myself, Perona-chan. But Law's got a bone to pick with that shithead - it's part of why he asked for an alliance with Luffy.

[From his end, he has nothing to hide, but he still watches Perona with thoughtful care]

[hollower]

[There is going to be a lengthy conversation between herself and her captain coming up, and Perona's not entirely happy nor excited to dig up the past, but if Law has shit going down with Doflamingo, then she needs to know the finer details...just to ease her mind.

But an alliance. That's heavy - pirates normally don't strike up something like that. It's messy business, lengthy, and never without conflict. An alliance with the Straw Hat crew...Perona doesn't know what to think about that. She has faith in them, but it's not...the best there is. Probably because she's biased, or just afraid because this is a bigwig, but they've already proven they can take on enemies of this caliber. Perona's eyes shut, head tilted as she focuses her thoughts and chews her lip. She has a hell of a lot to say, but that's better asked of Law. Still, she grits her teeth and practically growls at Sanji, the look on her face fierce but tinted heavily with worry.]

You bastards better take care of him. [Because she can't. And that's something that feeds her fury, and makes her a little bit sick. Her friendship with Law, the flag she now swears by, only exists within Luceti. Much like her affection towards the man before her. She leans forward, to get to work again. It shouldn't take her long, really, he's fine, just needs to keep the cold off those wounds.]

And yourselves.

[concasse]

Aa... [Sanji isn't sure if he means to confirm her demands with the simple mutter - but it wouldn't make much difference, would it? They've never returned home with their Luceti memories intact, nothing outside half-crazed dreams; he has little cause to believe anything about that has changed. All he can do is sit still for her as she tends to his healing wounds, moving or shifting at her discretion.]

Luffy was after Law, last I remember. [He says it after the conversation breaks for a few moments] Alliance or not, my captain's pretty damn fond of him. [Sanji's lip twitch. The poor bastard] I can't promise much, but Doflamingo is in for one hell of a beating either way.

[It's not that Sanji's faith in Luffy isn't absolute, so much that the very fact he's back in Luceti has rearranged certain truth and priorities. People try. People fail. The Straw Hat's chef's optimism skates thin some days, and Doflamingo had gotten to Law once already.

... But then, last he heard, Luffy had stolen him back. That counts for something.]

[hollower]

...That's enough, Mr. Cook.

[She's done talking about this, for now. And while Perona did listen, and she knows the Straw Hats have a good track record regarding luck and defeating those most wouldn't even consider standing against, it doesn't do much for her nerves one way or another. Nor the fact that she has to rely on others to take care of her nakama. What she wouldn't give to go back to the sea with everything she's gathered here...the memories at the very least.

Finishing up with reapplying his bandages, Perona scoots her seat back and stands up, pushing her hair back over her shoulders.]

You should rest for now, and keep yourself warm. I'll find your clothes and bring them to you.

[concasse]

... Alright.

[An answer for both her statements. Under normal circumstances, he might've pressed, at least insisted he go fetch his own damn clothing instead of having the lady pull his slack, but...

Sanji's weight pulls to the back, just slightly, as he leans against one of his arms. His eyes drop down to his bandages - new, fresh, not too tight as to wear the skin, but not so loose that they'll fall out. She did an impressive job for someone who is probably self-taught. It sets a smile to his face. Not for the first time, he thinks his idiot swordsman a lucky bastard to get stuck on an island with her for two years.]

Thank you for the assistance, Perona-chan.

[hollower]

[She'll leave for a while, though not long enough for it to be concerning. Honestly, it took her longer than anticipated to find every article of Sanji's clothing, since it was strewn sloppily and out of order in the clothing shop, much like her own clothing (which Perona had changed into as well). She had also gotten herself a coat and gloves for the time being.

Sneaking back into his room, in case he fell asleep, Perona sets his folded clothing on the chair by his bed without a word, but with a small smile. It's good to see him again, if anything.]