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Apr. 3rd, 2025
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hexcrafterWHO: Students, faculty, anybody hanging about.
WHERE: Kaisou University
WHEN: April + nebulously springtime
WHAT: General log for University activity!
WARNINGS: None, probably?
( Read more... )
WHERE: Kaisou University
WHEN: April + nebulously springtime
WHAT: General log for University activity!
WARNINGS: None, probably?
( Read more... )
goldaceWHO: Ace && You! (and bonus one piece heartbreak for Ace and Sabo)
WHERE: Gemini/Hyrule
WHEN: 4/3
WHAT: Ace has a business proposition for Kaisou-- and a trip down a magical stripper pole to prepare for
WARNINGS: Fingernail paper in the network post, absolute MISERY in the private log with Sabo. Like; cw corrupt government, fire, kids in peril, presumed death of a child, mourning and grieving.
[The video clicks on to Ace in mid-motion in his room, a little distracted even as he starts talking to the camera.]
Hey. So, I remembered something not too long ago and since the first trial seemed to work, figured I'd offer my services!
[He puts the camera down on his desk before putting a piece of paper with a good few chunks ripped out of it down in front of the camera, as well.]
Watch this for a second. [Before he steps away from the desk, yelling back at the camera as he goes about haphazardly throwing some clothes, snacks, and a rolled up newspaper into a backpack.] This is something from my past life's world-- a vivre card! [The whole time he's moving, that piece of paper is nudging itself across the desk, following Ace's movements across the room like it's drawn to him.] It'll always try to go in the direction of the person its made from and it'll give you hints on that person's well-being. So long as it's a normal piece of paper, they're fine. But if if begins getting smaller, crumpling, fraying, or burning away-- you should really find them and check on them.
[He snatches up that paper and the camera, moving into his living room, now.] Aaaaanyway, they're not too hard to make, at the end of the day, so if anyone wants me to make one for them, hit me up!
[He pauses, one hand on a stripper pole in the middle of that room.] Oh, right, I can make hats, too. Any size, keeps you cool in the sun, keeps snow off your head in the winter, keeps you dry in the rainy season. And I do mean any size, so if you want one for your weird monster form, big or small, I got ya.
[With that, Ace gives a little salute at the camera and ends the feed just as he jumps in the air to start sliding down that pole.
He's going on an adventure.]
[Hyrule.
Ace has been here a few times, now, especially since he and Sabo have such easy access to the spirit realms in their apartment, now. So as soon as he's landed from that trip down the stripper pole, he's pulling up his phone to select the most distant shrine he's been to in order to keep going on his exploration of this realm.
For a few days, it's a typical camping experience. He walks by day, dodges enemies, hunts down some wild boar for dinner, camping under the stars at night and taking some fire-based pot shots at traveling swarms of keese. He's not looking for anything in particular out here, is just wandering, taking in the feel of the wilderness, seeing and experiencing new things, and asking any denizens of this spirit realm he runs into if they've seen a woman with freckles and long blonde hair. The answer is always no, it's been no for well over a year, now. But that doesn't stop him from asking.
It's on the third night of his little journey that, when ripping up a page from that newspaper he'd packed, tossing it into the fire his dinner is roasting over, that something slips from between the pages, landing in front of him with the writing scrawled across the front staring up at Ace.
S Sabo
To My Brothers
Mt. Colbo
In an instant, Ace can't breathe. In an instant he can feel the bite of bark against his back, the places on his arms where the rope keeping him in place is rubbing them raw. He can taste smoke in his mouth, feel the burn of it down his throat. With shaking hands, he so, so gently picks that letter up, opening it with such slow and careful motions, placing the envelope with that crossed out S that so perfectly matches the one inked on his arm next to him on the log he'd dragged over. He doesn't realize how fast he's beginning to breathe, how hard his heart is pounding-- he's lost somewhere between the present moment and memories that are coming flooding in. Anger and sorrow far too strong and intense for the small body containing them, an aching body trudging through the forest, words of a fresh and raw grief echoing in his skull-- words that Ace is reading for the first time, for the thousandth time, words that he's never heard and knows like the back of his hand.
Ace, Luffy, did you get hurt at the fire? I'm worried about you guys, but I know you're all right. Unfortunately for you two, by the time you get this letter... I'll already be at sea.
A lot of stuff happened, but I decided to set sail before you guys. My destination is anywhere but here. I'm going to become stronger so I can be a pirate. Pirates are freer than anyone else in this world.
We brothers should become pirates one of these days! Then we can meet again somewhere out there. This ocean is vast and free! We'll meet again someday!
Another thing, Ace, are you the oldest brother or am I? It might be weird to have two oldest brothers and one little brother, but the bond we share is the greatest treasure I have. Luffy is still weak and a crybaby to boot... but he's still our little brother. Take care of him.
Slow, careful steps towards a cliff overlooking the ocean, a small hand clutching the piece of paper with the last words of someone Ace had considered his other half for half of his life so far. Tears pouring down his face and he stands in that place they yelled their dreams out into the sea, head thrown back as sobs rip from his throat. As a ten-year-old stands there and mourns the loss of someone who was supposed to be at his side for the rest of his life.
Tears pouring down Ace's face ten, twenty years later. In another world, another time, another life. As all those holes in what he'd remembered of his childhood in that past life start to stitch together, as that blank space next to him is filled in with ripped clothes, a gap-toothed smile, and goggles set on top of a top hat.
Five years old, wild and feral, hating the world and hating everyone in it, having his hand taken by someone who was as beat down by the system as he was, his age, his equal, his match. The first one who could keep up with him as he ran through the jungle, the first one who could knock him on his ass and leave Ace laughing and wanting to try harder, the first one who Ace told about his father, his past, his deepest, darkest secrets. Ten years old and finding their bond even further solidified as they took equal part in raising the child three years their junior, cast into the jungle with him, kept fed and housed only by the mountain bandits he would come to consider family. Ten years old, almost burned alive in the fire meant to destroy all the trash in the country, and being told that the one person he thought safe from all of that had gotten killed. That someone Ace trusted had seen it happen.
Ace sucks in a breath, coming back to the present with tears running unchecked down his face, staining the paper clutched tight in his hands, leading him to swear under his breath as he frantically takes his shirt and so, so gently and carefully blotches that liquid up, preserving the ink, preserving those words, preserving words that had come to mean so much to the person he was, in that world. Words that changed a wild child into someone that could be relied on, into someone who could raise a seven-year-old just as wild as he was.
He-- he needs to call someone. To text, to-- Sabo. Sabo. The face that he's seen almost every day for upwards of seven, eight months. A face he knows he doesn't recognize, wouldn't recognize. A memory that's his and only his, not sparking others, not tipping over a whole new set of dominoes.
He can barely breathe, can barely see when he finally gets his phone in his hands, when he starts blindly texting the other family he has here, texting Vex, incoherent and barely even remembering the conversation, using it to calm down, to figure out what to do, to let the shock and despair start to mix with frustration and anger.
By the time he manages to text Sabo, he thinks this might just be something he can do.
Hyrule.
Find me.
Nothing to do now but to wait.]
WHERE: Gemini/Hyrule
WHEN: 4/3
WHAT: Ace has a business proposition for Kaisou-- and a trip down a magical stripper pole to prepare for
WARNINGS: Fingernail paper in the network post, absolute MISERY in the private log with Sabo. Like; cw corrupt government, fire, kids in peril, presumed death of a child, mourning and grieving.
[The video clicks on to Ace in mid-motion in his room, a little distracted even as he starts talking to the camera.]
Hey. So, I remembered something not too long ago and since the first trial seemed to work, figured I'd offer my services!
[He puts the camera down on his desk before putting a piece of paper with a good few chunks ripped out of it down in front of the camera, as well.]
Watch this for a second. [Before he steps away from the desk, yelling back at the camera as he goes about haphazardly throwing some clothes, snacks, and a rolled up newspaper into a backpack.] This is something from my past life's world-- a vivre card! [The whole time he's moving, that piece of paper is nudging itself across the desk, following Ace's movements across the room like it's drawn to him.] It'll always try to go in the direction of the person its made from and it'll give you hints on that person's well-being. So long as it's a normal piece of paper, they're fine. But if if begins getting smaller, crumpling, fraying, or burning away-- you should really find them and check on them.
[He snatches up that paper and the camera, moving into his living room, now.] Aaaaanyway, they're not too hard to make, at the end of the day, so if anyone wants me to make one for them, hit me up!
[He pauses, one hand on a stripper pole in the middle of that room.] Oh, right, I can make hats, too. Any size, keeps you cool in the sun, keeps snow off your head in the winter, keeps you dry in the rainy season. And I do mean any size, so if you want one for your weird monster form, big or small, I got ya.
[With that, Ace gives a little salute at the camera and ends the feed just as he jumps in the air to start sliding down that pole.
He's going on an adventure.]
Ace's Ocean
[Hyrule.
Ace has been here a few times, now, especially since he and Sabo have such easy access to the spirit realms in their apartment, now. So as soon as he's landed from that trip down the stripper pole, he's pulling up his phone to select the most distant shrine he's been to in order to keep going on his exploration of this realm.
For a few days, it's a typical camping experience. He walks by day, dodges enemies, hunts down some wild boar for dinner, camping under the stars at night and taking some fire-based pot shots at traveling swarms of keese. He's not looking for anything in particular out here, is just wandering, taking in the feel of the wilderness, seeing and experiencing new things, and asking any denizens of this spirit realm he runs into if they've seen a woman with freckles and long blonde hair. The answer is always no, it's been no for well over a year, now. But that doesn't stop him from asking.
It's on the third night of his little journey that, when ripping up a page from that newspaper he'd packed, tossing it into the fire his dinner is roasting over, that something slips from between the pages, landing in front of him with the writing scrawled across the front staring up at Ace.
To My Brothers
Mt. Colbo
In an instant, Ace can't breathe. In an instant he can feel the bite of bark against his back, the places on his arms where the rope keeping him in place is rubbing them raw. He can taste smoke in his mouth, feel the burn of it down his throat. With shaking hands, he so, so gently picks that letter up, opening it with such slow and careful motions, placing the envelope with that crossed out S that so perfectly matches the one inked on his arm next to him on the log he'd dragged over. He doesn't realize how fast he's beginning to breathe, how hard his heart is pounding-- he's lost somewhere between the present moment and memories that are coming flooding in. Anger and sorrow far too strong and intense for the small body containing them, an aching body trudging through the forest, words of a fresh and raw grief echoing in his skull-- words that Ace is reading for the first time, for the thousandth time, words that he's never heard and knows like the back of his hand.
Ace, Luffy, did you get hurt at the fire? I'm worried about you guys, but I know you're all right. Unfortunately for you two, by the time you get this letter... I'll already be at sea.
Hoodlums like us all have a place we don't want to go back to!
If he was really happy, do you think he would've gone to sea?!
Do you think he would've raised a pirate flag and gone out to sea all by himself?!
If he was really happy, do you think he would've gone to sea?!
Do you think he would've raised a pirate flag and gone out to sea all by himself?!
A lot of stuff happened, but I decided to set sail before you guys. My destination is anywhere but here. I'm going to become stronger so I can be a pirate. Pirates are freer than anyone else in this world.
We promised we'd forget about Sabo for now.
Maybe he's better off.
Maybe he's better off.
We brothers should become pirates one of these days! Then we can meet again somewhere out there. This ocean is vast and free! We'll meet again someday!
It's this nation that killed Sabo! It's this world!!
Do you think you can do anything about it?!
Your father died and changed the entire era! Become as big a man as him before you even think about getting yourself killed!
Do you think you can do anything about it?!
Your father died and changed the entire era! Become as big a man as him before you even think about getting yourself killed!
Another thing, Ace, are you the oldest brother or am I? It might be weird to have two oldest brothers and one little brother, but the bond we share is the greatest treasure I have. Luffy is still weak and a crybaby to boot... but he's still our little brother. Take care of him.
I wouldn't even have a will to live if it weren't for Sabo and a high maintenance little brother like you.
Slow, careful steps towards a cliff overlooking the ocean, a small hand clutching the piece of paper with the last words of someone Ace had considered his other half for half of his life so far. Tears pouring down his face and he stands in that place they yelled their dreams out into the sea, head thrown back as sobs rip from his throat. As a ten-year-old stands there and mourns the loss of someone who was supposed to be at his side for the rest of his life.
Tears pouring down Ace's face ten, twenty years later. In another world, another time, another life. As all those holes in what he'd remembered of his childhood in that past life start to stitch together, as that blank space next to him is filled in with ripped clothes, a gap-toothed smile, and goggles set on top of a top hat.
Five years old, wild and feral, hating the world and hating everyone in it, having his hand taken by someone who was as beat down by the system as he was, his age, his equal, his match. The first one who could keep up with him as he ran through the jungle, the first one who could knock him on his ass and leave Ace laughing and wanting to try harder, the first one who Ace told about his father, his past, his deepest, darkest secrets. Ten years old and finding their bond even further solidified as they took equal part in raising the child three years their junior, cast into the jungle with him, kept fed and housed only by the mountain bandits he would come to consider family. Ten years old, almost burned alive in the fire meant to destroy all the trash in the country, and being told that the one person he thought safe from all of that had gotten killed. That someone Ace trusted had seen it happen.
Ace sucks in a breath, coming back to the present with tears running unchecked down his face, staining the paper clutched tight in his hands, leading him to swear under his breath as he frantically takes his shirt and so, so gently and carefully blotches that liquid up, preserving the ink, preserving those words, preserving words that had come to mean so much to the person he was, in that world. Words that changed a wild child into someone that could be relied on, into someone who could raise a seven-year-old just as wild as he was.
He-- he needs to call someone. To text, to-- Sabo. Sabo. The face that he's seen almost every day for upwards of seven, eight months. A face he knows he doesn't recognize, wouldn't recognize. A memory that's his and only his, not sparking others, not tipping over a whole new set of dominoes.
He can barely breathe, can barely see when he finally gets his phone in his hands, when he starts blindly texting the other family he has here, texting Vex, incoherent and barely even remembering the conversation, using it to calm down, to figure out what to do, to let the shock and despair start to mix with frustration and anger.
By the time he manages to text Sabo, he thinks this might just be something he can do.
Find me.
Nothing to do now but to wait.]
text | un: laluna
Apr. 3rd, 2025 08:50 pmcrisantemoWHO: Lapis and the network!
WHERE: Gemini
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Bad life choices about cursed easter eggs
WARNINGS: Maybe some egg jokes.... will update as needed
okay so
i thiiiiiink some of the easter eggs, like the ones that are just appearing around town, are cursed
i found one at home and figured why not and yes it was stupid and now my luck has been not so great
and i'm seeing a weird rabbit. i think it resembles the one some of us saw on that island last year if im remembering the descriptions right
so yeah. probably shouldn't eat them
[ She can already hear it, her father going "I FUCKING TOLD YOU". ]
WHERE: Gemini
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Bad life choices about cursed easter eggs
WARNINGS: Maybe some egg jokes.... will update as needed
okay so
i thiiiiiink some of the easter eggs, like the ones that are just appearing around town, are cursed
i found one at home and figured why not and yes it was stupid and now my luck has been not so great
and i'm seeing a weird rabbit. i think it resembles the one some of us saw on that island last year if im remembering the descriptions right
so yeah. probably shouldn't eat them
[ She can already hear it, her father going "I FUCKING TOLD YOU". ]