☠ 5th Haunt ☠ - [Action]
[Locked to Mihawk
It's early morning - around nine o'clock, maybe ten - when Perona wakes up. She's cold, and she's wet, and she's in some weird little white dress and most definitely not in her room, or her comfy bed with all her stuffed animals and blankets and pillow. No, she's not where she should be at all! Sitting up, the Ghost Princess, now a truly little princess of just five years old, she looks around with wide eyes, confused and a little apprehensive. Where is she? Where's her mommy? Where's her house?!]
Mom...mommy? Mommy! Where are you?! [She stands up, shivering, and begins to sniffle and rub her nose, to warm it up. Why's it so cold? It shouldn't be the season for all this snow!] I'm cold! I don't like this! Where's my bed, and my clothes, and all my dollies?! I want my crown! And my--
[What was that? Perona knows that grunty, growly sound! Her face splits into a wide and happy smile as she perks right up, scuttling toward the sound. It sounds like him! He has to be him! Maybe her darling pet followed her to this place!] Bearsy! [Or, well, a bear. A very large brown bear is lumbering through the forest the small child was in, probably back to its burrow for more sleep. Sadly, Perona is used to her tame, adorable little pet bear, not the wild, ferocious, dangerous kind. And she follows quickly with a giggle.] Bearsy! Bearsy, come here! Let me ride on you! Where's your hat? Did you lose it, too? Weeh, stay still!
[The bear listens, only because its finally caught the little girl's scent, and obviously heard her voice, but it turns to face her with a snarl, and a soft roar. Perona skids to a halt, blinking her wide eyes again. What's...going on? Why is her pet growling at her like that? Ah--oh...o-oh. Maybe it's not her pet. Oh, dear.
The color in her face drains and Perona takes a step back for each step forward the large animal takes. Its breath is practically reaching her face that's how close it is, and there's thick and drippy slobber forming along its teeth and jaws. It...i-it can't be planning on eating her, can it?! No. No, no, no! She's not a good snack! Stupid bear! It's not cute at all!]
Go...g-go away! Go away!
[Trying to be brave doesn't exactly work when you're tiny and edible, and when your opponent is sizing you up for an early spring snack, and just within gobbling distance. The bear grunts, then roars loud, pushing up so it can stand on its hind legs and loom above the small child. As it rears back one arm, claws ready, the little girl screeches, covering her head and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. No, no, no, no...!]
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It's noon now. Perona's been taken back with the big, scary-looking man with the black sword - his home, she assumes. She hasn't done much around the place, just wander around looking at everything and trying to stay away from and observe the big, scary-looking man at the same time. It was really hard, though...he always seemed like he knew when she was there. Maybe that's why his eyes were all funny? Maybe he was magic or something. Perona was almost certain he may be a vampire, like in her awesome picture books, but he did walk out in the day-time...so that can't be right. But maybe, if he was magic, he could do that! She's gotta find out sometime.
But first, she's gotta explore the place outside. It's awfully boring being stuck inside, once she's calmed down, and there are no toys or storybooks or cute animals, or even crayons and paper to draw with! And there were no snacks, either! She was hungry and all that there was were bottles of that icky sour grape juice. And she couldn't reach the other shelves.
So! Using all the stealth a five year old skilled at hide-and-seek has mastered, Perona sneaks right out of Mihawk's apartment and bounces down every flight of stairs until she reaches the outside and begins to wander down the path, past houses, benches, trees... She doesn't go too far, and makes sure to keep the second community housing building in her sights, but passers-by are welcome to find the small child rolling a snowball in a big circle to make a snowman by the bridge near the plaza.]
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[OOC: Hello, people! Perona's been returned from her mallynapfinally as an adorable little girl - five years old. This means two things, first and foremost. First, perona is a normal little girl, meaning she has not yet consumed the Horo Horo no Mi from her canon and gained its power. Nor has she joined Moria's crew or even knows much of anything at all about him. Second, replies will come from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
tinyhollow so yes. ♥]
It's early morning - around nine o'clock, maybe ten - when Perona wakes up. She's cold, and she's wet, and she's in some weird little white dress and most definitely not in her room, or her comfy bed with all her stuffed animals and blankets and pillow. No, she's not where she should be at all! Sitting up, the Ghost Princess, now a truly little princess of just five years old, she looks around with wide eyes, confused and a little apprehensive. Where is she? Where's her mommy? Where's her house?!]
Mom...mommy? Mommy! Where are you?! [She stands up, shivering, and begins to sniffle and rub her nose, to warm it up. Why's it so cold? It shouldn't be the season for all this snow!] I'm cold! I don't like this! Where's my bed, and my clothes, and all my dollies?! I want my crown! And my--
[What was that? Perona knows that grunty, growly sound! Her face splits into a wide and happy smile as she perks right up, scuttling toward the sound. It sounds like him! He has to be him! Maybe her darling pet followed her to this place!] Bearsy! [Or, well, a bear. A very large brown bear is lumbering through the forest the small child was in, probably back to its burrow for more sleep. Sadly, Perona is used to her tame, adorable little pet bear, not the wild, ferocious, dangerous kind. And she follows quickly with a giggle.] Bearsy! Bearsy, come here! Let me ride on you! Where's your hat? Did you lose it, too? Weeh, stay still!
[The bear listens, only because its finally caught the little girl's scent, and obviously heard her voice, but it turns to face her with a snarl, and a soft roar. Perona skids to a halt, blinking her wide eyes again. What's...going on? Why is her pet growling at her like that? Ah--oh...o-oh. Maybe it's not her pet. Oh, dear.
The color in her face drains and Perona takes a step back for each step forward the large animal takes. Its breath is practically reaching her face that's how close it is, and there's thick and drippy slobber forming along its teeth and jaws. It...i-it can't be planning on eating her, can it?! No. No, no, no! She's not a good snack! Stupid bear! It's not cute at all!]
Go...g-go away! Go away!
[Trying to be brave doesn't exactly work when you're tiny and edible, and when your opponent is sizing you up for an early spring snack, and just within gobbling distance. The bear grunts, then roars loud, pushing up so it can stand on its hind legs and loom above the small child. As it rears back one arm, claws ready, the little girl screeches, covering her head and squeezing her eyes tightly shut. No, no, no, no...!]
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It's noon now. Perona's been taken back with the big, scary-looking man with the black sword - his home, she assumes. She hasn't done much around the place, just wander around looking at everything and trying to stay away from and observe the big, scary-looking man at the same time. It was really hard, though...he always seemed like he knew when she was there. Maybe that's why his eyes were all funny? Maybe he was magic or something. Perona was almost certain he may be a vampire, like in her awesome picture books, but he did walk out in the day-time...so that can't be right. But maybe, if he was magic, he could do that! She's gotta find out sometime.
But first, she's gotta explore the place outside. It's awfully boring being stuck inside, once she's calmed down, and there are no toys or storybooks or cute animals, or even crayons and paper to draw with! And there were no snacks, either! She was hungry and all that there was were bottles of that icky sour grape juice. And she couldn't reach the other shelves.
So! Using all the stealth a five year old skilled at hide-and-seek has mastered, Perona sneaks right out of Mihawk's apartment and bounces down every flight of stairs until she reaches the outside and begins to wander down the path, past houses, benches, trees... She doesn't go too far, and makes sure to keep the second community housing building in her sights, but passers-by are welcome to find the small child rolling a snowball in a big circle to make a snowman by the bridge near the plaza.]
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[OOC: Hello, people! Perona's been returned from her mallynap
tinyhollow so yes. ♥]
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She hums thoughtfully, tugging at a curly lock of her hair and watching it spring back into place, then nods her head. Logic accepted.]
...Okay. What's your name?
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You don't look like a knight. You look like a servant. So you can be my servant! And I'll be the knight! A princess knight! So you gotta listen or I'll chop your head off! Cha, cha, cha--horohorohoro!
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Well played, Perona.]
A servant? [He seriously wonders what life this kid has been leading, if she can happily proclaim random strangers her servant on a whim.] Oi- but-- Not that I wouldn't love to be the servant of such a cute little princess knight-- [Oh Sanji, you've already lost this battle. Why are you even resisting?]
Can't I be a servant knight at least?
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Mmmnn...okay. [SAGELY NOD.] But you have to do...do...mm, a quest! Then you can be my servant knight!
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... No, he is not going to acknowledge that he willingly put on a dress for child!Vivi's sake some months ago. Or that he just let Perona poke and claw at his eyebrow so she could satisfy her own curiosity. Selective memory is one of his strongest traits, thank you very much.]
What type of quest, Perona-chan?
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Okay! Okay, I know what you have to do! [Perona begins to wriggle and squirm to get down, kicking her tiny feet left and right. When she's finally down on the ground, she bounces up and down on her feet.] You have to find me! I'm gonna run and hide and you can't peek or else! Then you count to...to a hundred and come find me!
[SHE'S GOT THIS IN THE BAG.]
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Hide and seek? What an excellent choice~! [And look, he holds a hand to his chest, expression one of solemnness for a brief second] And I absolutely swear not to peek.
[With that out of the way, he turns so that he's facing away from her, trying hard not to grin like he's already won; he only half-way succeeds >>]
Alright, Perona-chaaaaaan~! I'm gonna count now. [Dutifully covering both eyes, he begins to count off in a little sing-song voice] 1~! 2~! 3~!...
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She covers her mouth to smother her squeaky giggles, thinking she's the one who's got the adult bested, and waits for him to finish counting, wiggling anxiously as she listens. Heee, this is so much fun! Who knew that grown-ups could actually be fun like this?! Maybe the big, scary-looking man would play with her a little bit, too, if she asked him to.]
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Sanji slowly climbs up the number ladder, taking his sweet time until he finally reaches the top and practically sings out the 100th number. Oh, he knows exactly where she is, but it's not fun hunting her down from the get-go. No, instead Sanji looks around as if mildly vexed, hiding a smirk and waltzing off in the opposite direction. He checks bushes, drifts of snow, even glances at some solitary trees]
Perona-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~ Where are yooooooooooou~?
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Of course, once the chef turns away to peer at other places, Perona's tempted to run out of her hiding spot and find another - because he's getting terribly close to hers - but she's not sure if she should. It's harder to move in the snow than just grass, and it makes those annoying squeaky noises sometimes, so she can't be too fast. And being sneaky and slow won't work, either! He'll see her if he turns around! Bleh, she'll just have to stay put then. Though with her awesome super hiding spot, she's sure to stump him, huffhuff.]
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Hmmm, I don't think I've checked here yet! [Announcing his presence nice and clear, just to see what she'll do.]
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Yet at the same time that Perona doesn't want to be found, her heart is beating furiously, and the corners of her lips are turning up into a little smile. What was his name again? Sanji? He's good at this game! If he's not cheating, then she just might make him her servant knight after all.]
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Though actually, he feels tempted to wander back off again, give her some room to breathe and maybe find another hiding spot if she's so inclined. In fact, he likes the idea enough that he stands up, brushes some dirt off his slacks, and begins wandering off, a stumped expression stamped on his face.
Let's face it: he can afford to give her a few chances. It's not like he cares about winning so much as giving Perona time to enjoy herself.]
Hnn, guess she isn't over there either.
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Looking around quickly, Perona decides to try and climb up the tree where she's at. It's hard, the branches are too high, and she gives up pretty fast. Stupid, dumb tree. B| Where else is there to hide? Somewhere a little warmer, her toes are freezing, and her nose is chilly, too. A hot cup of cocoa sounds nice after their game--]
Ach-oo! [chdhjhfr OH NO, SHE SNEEZED! UGH NOW HE'S GONNA FIND HER, GOTTA RUUUUN!!]
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Which means Perona better run hard, and she better run fast. Now the chef is stalking off after her.]
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It seems like their game of hide and seek turned into a cat and mouse sort of game, and Perona's not ready to give up her crown to a yucky ol' grown up. ...But running is rather hard, and she needs to take a break to catch her breath at some point, and her panting is a bit loud, too...]
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... Until he gets a better idea.
Very abruptly, the sounds of pursuit end all together. Save for Perona's running and panting, the area resumes its previous state of quiet. By all accounts it's like he disappeared, or just gave up.]
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Spinny eyebrow man, where did you goooo~? Are we done playing? :C]
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Sanji's just chillin out in the tree you're currently hiding behind, with his legs dangling over the side of one sturdy branch large enough to support his weight.]
Perona-chaaaaaaaaaaan~! I fooooooound you~! [Guess who?]
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Jumping nearly out of her little boots, Perona squeaks with surprise and looks all around, even behind her hiding spot before looking right on up into the tree. Oh, that's...that's not fair! She wanted to climb the tree first but couldn't because she was too little! Huff, huff.]
No fair, no fair! You tricked me! And you can't go up high, that's cheating... [Even though she wanted to. <_<a;]
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Isn't that what I did?
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Huffing, she stomps right on up to Sanji and points up at him. Oh, you are in trouble, mister.]
No! You're not supposed to leave the ground! So you cheated and you can't be my knight ever. [Crosses her arms (like her mommy does) and TURNS HER BACK ON HIM.] And your eyebrow isn't cute or funny, either.
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