☠ 1st Haunt ☠ - [Voice | Action]

[hollower]

[Waking up in a forest is definitely not a common occurrence for Perona. She remembers being in Sabaody, moping bidding that green-haired imbecile goodbye once and for all. For a moment, Perona thinks she's been blindsided by auctioneers, and sits up straight, hands flying to her neck, thankfully finding nothing there. She heaves a huge sigh of relief, and actually begins to look around her.]

...This isn't-- [Fluttering, and an all too familiar aching on her back clue the young woman in, and her teeth grind together as she reaches back gingerly and feels feathers.] Mmhhrm...it would by my luck to be brought back, wouldn't it? Now where is that stupid boo--Bearsy! They didn't take you awa--eh? Oh, there it is! You were holding my journal for me like a good boy.

[And finally, after removing her journal from the back zipper pouch of her stuffed teddy, Perona's face comes into the journal camera's viewfinder, looking rather unimpressed.] Oi, I've come back. Can someone tell me the date, and who's still here that I may know? You Straw Hat people, too, check in as soon as possible if you're still here! And anyone else from the grand Line, for that matter.

[Though Perona's not going to be too talkative right away. She snaps her journal shut and sends out a hollow scout up into the air, to scour the area from above. Seeing through its eyes, she heads toward the direction of the plaza, grumbling as she goes. Why did she have to come back here?! She was finally home! So...s-so what if she was alone there now, at least she was on the sea, and she had a ship, and she was safe, and--]

I wonder if he's...mm.

[When she does finally get to the clothing shop and into her clothes (after a lot of searching and hissing at how her hat could have gotten crushed under a mountain of other clothes), Perona exits the store and snaps opens her parasol. That should help keep the sun off her now, not that it'd do much good now after all that walking and floating she did. Stupid Luceti.]

How annoying, being back here again... My room had better still be unoccupied.

Comments

[Action]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang sees a vaguely familiar woman with a parasol while he's walking down a street and decides to point at her.]

It's not even raining!

[Action]

[hollower]

[What? Perona turns around, her brows furrowing together for a moment as she tries to think. Does she know this boy? It seems that way, but she can't place a name...]

It keeps the sun off me as well as it does the rain.

[Action]

[savedtheworld]

[That voice sounds really familiar, too.]

What's wrong with sunshine? It's bright and beautiful and sunny! Plus, you're already wearing a big ol' hat.

[Action] Because I'm terrible

[concasse]

[Pink hair is not exactly a conspicuous color in Luceti anymore - no color really is - but coupled with that outfit and most importantly, that hat, and Sanji finds himself glancing more than a few times in the woman's direction on his way to the grocery. He's just about to pass her by when his memory finally falls into line, and he stops short.]

Perona-chan...? [Another glance and-- holy shit, that is her] Aaaahn~! Perona-chan came back~!!

[Action] - 1/? not as terrible as this will turn out. 8Da

[hollower]

[Perona isn't exactly paying much attention to the people around her as she walks, focusing more on her journal and checking the entries that she missed while away. But then a familiar voices makes Perona freeze right on the spot, and she turns around slowly. What is this sudden feeling of dread filling her chest?]

[Action] - 2/3

[hollower]

[OH SHITFUCK, IT'S THE ERO COOK. GET AWAY, DON'T SNIFF ME AGAIN.]

[Action] - 3/3

[hollower]

AAAAIIIIEEEEYYYAAAHHH!

[And one knee-jerk reaction later, and Perona's chucking her journal at Sanji's skull with precise accuracy. We have to stop meeting like this.]

[voice]

[redjacketthief]

[You had him at the term 'Straw Hat.']

You've been here before, cutie?

[voice]

[hollower]

[Oh, please. The compliment is nice, but Perona's not in the mood for flirting.]

Yes, that's right - when I was two years younger.

[voice]

[mythmaker]

[Once again, Azusa picks the wrong parts of the post to hone in on. Straw Hats should mean Nami, and Azusa likes Nami...but no, she picks something completely different.]

My, my...I really hope your room wasn't taken. That would be awful to return to, wouldn't it...?

[voice]

[hollower]

Very awful. Mostly for the party involved.

[She'll be hopping mad if it is, though seeing as how it seems she's only been gone a few weeks from what she's found out thus far, Perona's hoping no one's settled in. She's well aware she landed back in Luceti amidst a New Feather cycle, so...it's possible her apartment is gone, and taken by another. She's sure she can maybe "persuade" them to exit, but even that sounds like more trouble than it's worth.]

[voice]

[dogboy]

[Why, doesn't that rude attitude sound familiar. But she's way prettier than Perona ever was, so Chien's not buying that she's been here before. There's noooo way this person's really that heavyweight.

... Even if you can't really forget a face like that.]

It's in the fall. [uhhhhh hold on he knows how to do the months now.] Sep... September. One-one. And you should give your name if you want people to recognize you.

[he's not even nice to prettier Peronas because there's no way she could be the same girl from before nope]

[voice]

[hollower]

[Fall? September 11th? So...really, only a few weeks have passed in Luceti, whereas two years--ugh, what a headache. She'll not even worry about the mechanics of 'how' and 'why' and just focus on the now. Though something about this person is familiar...he's awfully snippy.]

The ones I'm looking for will know me, but if you want my name, ask for it properly. Rude boy.

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[gavemyword]

[Jezus, woman, could you be more demanding? Gawwwd. You make a man not want to check in on principle. But because Zoro's brain is constantly three steps behind in these situations, he turns his journal on and opens his mouth to respond to her post.

But then his brain catches up and decides that this is bullshit and, whoops, there goes the feed. Not fast enough to keep him from showing up on her journal, however. He just hopes she didn't catch sight of him. Someone harassing him is the last thing he needs, today or ever.]

[voice] /waits forever

[hollower]

[That flash of green in the corner of her journal is a little telltale, and while Perona's not certain who it is, she's got an inkling feeling she knows full well who just passed by the camera. Call it a woman's intuition. That green flash actually has her heart pounding for a second, and she feels a soaring and plummeting of her spirit in the same minute - that was him, wasn't it? Why's he running? Does he remember? Is he still the same?]

Marimo.

[The word slips out before she can stop it, a tint of malice edging the word rather subtly. You can't hide, Zoro, she knows you're there.]

[Voice]

[generalflirt]

The notable eleventh of September. Heee-yo, Perona-chan.

[Voice]

[hollower]

Ah...I see. Thank you. [The eleventh of September? If it's the same year, then it'd only be a few weeks that she was gone. Such a vast difference between Luceti time and the two years she spent back home on the Grand Line. And as she mulls over those thoughts, Perona glances back to the journal. or, more closely, the person speaking to her through the journal, and the teensy image in the camera's viewfinder. That voice...the face...what was it--]

Kida-kun?

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[tibias]

Does the New World still count as the Grand Line?

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[hollower]

[adhjvkdhdjrt--WHAT IS THAT A YONKOU ON THE OTHER END OF HER JOURNAL?! And not just any yonkou, it's Red Hair Shanks. Please excuse the momentary choking, Perona was not expecting a pirate dignitary like yourself to show up.]

Y-You--! [How even....what...when.] You're...! Ah--

[Words, how do they work?]

[sailedfirst]

[Sabo's at the clothing shop, collecting some spare shirts. And it must be his lucky day; he also found an exact copy of his favorite coat! So he's very much cheerful while leaving the shop, until he notices someone digging through a mountain of clothes with increasing impatience.

Welp, why not share his good mood with someone else?] Uh, hey. Need any help?

[hollower]

[Perona turns at the voice, feeling an inkling of familiarity at the tone, and peers down at the young boy. She pauses, blinking, and tilts her head to one side. Something's definitely familiar about this child.]

Yes, I do... [She shakes her head, then points back to the pile of clothes, her index finger indicating the rim of a hat.] My hat's stuck under all of these clothes! If I don't get it out soon, it'll be ruined! And i spent so much time to make it perfect... Could you pull it out if I lift this pile up?

[fierybluebird]

I think it's about the eleventh of September. You haven't been gone that long from here Perona.

Though apparently the same can't be said for how long you were back home, eh? [Because damn, how does anyone mature that much so quickly? That's almost more stark than Ace going from trying to kill Pops to loving him.]

[hollower]

[Oh, she certainly knows who you are. How could she not? Your mug, and many others of Whitebeard's crew, was plastered all over the papers. And while Perona's more or less over the fact that Moria died, she still relates his death to the war, and Whitebeard's crew. So her lips purse together, and she doesn't meet Marco's gaze.]

Two years. ...It's been two years for me.

[voice]

[alabastajewel]

Perona-san? [Well, it's clearly her, though she looks different from the way Vivi's gotten used to. Not only a change in style of dress, but she even looks a little older. More mature. Hmm...]

Could it be that you've returned from further along as well? [Just like nearly her whole crew, not to mention Smoker. Vivi wonders if it's been about two years for Perona, too. For some reason, that seems to be the standard for people returning from their world.]

[voice]

[hollower]

Yes, that's right; you're quite insightful.

[Didn't take her long at all to figure out, did it? Perona peers closer at the tiny image her journal produces in its viewfinder, then blinks once she realizes who it is. It'll never not be a slight surprise to see and speak with the Princess of Alabasta.]

Ah...mm, it's been two years for me. Has anything changed here in Luceti during my leave?