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☠ 6th Haunt ☠ - [Video]
[It's near noon, and Perona's just gotten out of bed. Still groggy, she rubs her eyes and nearly trips over her journal on the way to the bathroom to wash up. The jolt from her foot initiates the video feed and Perona grumbles, picking up the journal and tossing it carelessly onto her bed where it lays open and records a nice view of the young woman in her white, ruffly pajamas and messy hair as she stretches and bumbles her way towards her bathroom, yawning loudly. Ugh...waking up is so hard...and its started getting colder now, too.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
The sound of running water and splashing can be heard off in the distance for a few minutes before Perona returns, looking a little more alert. Her bangs have been clipped back and she's rubbing her face with a washcloth, tossing it in the corner when she's finished.]
Mmmaah...what should I wear today? I don't have enough clothes for this kind of weather... [Perona whines.] If only some of my cute and elegant clothing got dropped off here, too. I wouldn't have this problem! And there's never anything I really like in the shops. Bleeeh...these people don't know class. Maybe I can make a few thing again, but I'll need a sewing machine and good fabric... If there were a specialty store, maybe...
[And where the hell will she get these things, though? Uuugh, this honestly sucks! Why can't there be a shop that specifically sells gothic lolita style clothes? Or cute things! Soft pastels with ruffles and lace and good, quality boots! She really has to turn these stores inside out to find something nice. Hell, even a decent sweater and coat, or just a shawl.
With a defeated sigh, Perona flops backwards onto her bed, the journal bouncing slightly, and kicks her feet off the edge of her bed.]
Aaahh...I don't want to go out! I should shop, but if it's cold, I just want to sleep all day...and drink cocoa...and have a bagel sandwich... And someone tall and handsome to serve it to me.
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[He knocked on the door.]
[Not because he wanted to. Oh no. If this was any other day on any other given situation or if he had just an ounce more willpower, he'd be as far away from here as possible.]
[Alas, for the want of a rebellion.]
Miss, I have your hot chocolate and bagel sandwich.
[His teeth were going to crack from this. Crack. At least they let him have his cigars. But he was in a suit playing butler, not much could make this day worse. Not even being kidnapped by pirates. Especially since he's already had so much of that happen it might as well be moot by now.]
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So, it's with hesitation that she heads to the door and opens it, unsure just what - or who - to expect.]
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NOT EXPECTING THIS.
NOT EXPECTING THIS.]
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Perona balks, jumping back with a yelp of shock and nearly tumbling over a piece of furniture. Thankfully, she remains upright, but that's not the real issue here. IS THAT SMOKER?! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING AND JUST...WHAT.
WHAT.
WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON RIGHT NOW??? SERIOUSLY JUST KNDKDL WHCNKLD--]
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DONE
Slamming the door in his face. And pressing her body against it after she locks the hell out of that door.]
How did you find me?!
[FUCKING MARINES AND THEIR FUCKING PIRATE RADAR. SHE IS SO DONE WITH ALL OF YOU.]
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Do you want help with that Ma'am? [He says while sliding down the front of the door with his back to it you know... to help her block it off.]
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[Perona doesn't feel him trying to break the door down, and the wiser part of her knows he could just slip through the cracks of her door or through the keyhole or whatever with his stupid logia powers (cheater). That, and even if she's using all her strength to block off the door, he could easily tear it down if he wanted. Perona's not exactly a body builder here.
Balking again at the ridiculous way he's talking to her - is he mocking her?! - she grinds her teeth together and yanks the door open. No. No, she's not going to stand for this. Even if that twit is a vice admiral now, she's not just going to stand behind her door and be made fun of!]
Bastard! Don't mess around with me! If you have something to say, say it to me directly! [Even if she shut the door on him...]
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[And now he's sprawled backwards on the floor with his head in her doorway just waiting to get stomped on.]
[Awesome.]
[He hates pirates.]
[And Malnosso.]
[And everything.]
[He glares up at her all the fire in his eyes, but he's not able to express it even through the most strongly gritted teeth.]
Is there a problem with the way I'm speaking to you, Mistress? [Fuck. His. Life. Couldn't they have just, killed him and gotten it over with?]
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he has cooties.What the ever loving fuck is he even saying though? Mistress? SINCE WHEN IS SHE HIS MISS--]
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Oh god my god. HAHAHA, there is no way her luck could have turned around this well. She's had a particularly crummy few weeks - somehow she's had really bad spots of bad luck, it's seemed like - and now she not only has a servant practically delivered to her, but that servant is Smoker. This is perfect; better than perfect! This is outstanding. She gets to humiliate and boss him around and he has to cater to her every whim?
Perona's lips curl up into a malicious kind of smirk as understanding dawns on her and she just begins to laugh, soft and venomous.]
Horohorohoro...
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Alright! [She stands, quickly, shaking off her hand as if to shake off the feeling of his grossness, going so far as to wipe it off on her pajama pants, too.] I'll take my shower now. Go run the hot water and leave as son as it's hot enough! And if you peek on me while I'm in there, I'll kill you. ♥
[Said like she were making small talk, Perona pls......]
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As you command my lady.
[This is literally just as bad as last year's Christmas curse where his swears got gradually more and more ridiculous and not at all swear-y. He hates this he hates this he hates this he hates this --]
[ALSO EW SHE TOUCHED HIM! SHE TOUCHED HIM GROSS. HE HAS PIRATE COOTIES NOW.]
[So he grumps over to the bathroom like a zombie, strangely bewildered by the sudden knowledge of its location and runs the hot water before going back to the living room. He woodenly tidies it up, and before he can even TRY to flee, he's forced to go get clothes. Oh. His. Fucking. God. There is no God. There is only torture.]
[The clothes are...]
[Clothes.]
[Please like Smoker has fashion sense.]
[The man doesn't believe in buttons. Or zippers.]
[Whatever, so he looks for warm layers.]
[And he tries to remember her sense of style from when she was... four or something? And then he just gives up and gets something that looks like outside lingerie so far as he's concerned.]
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Bwahahaa, he's even calling her by a title! This is the best day of her life! This makes up for her bad luck, tenfold! As Perona watches Smoker drag himself to her bathroom to warm up her shower, she squeezes her eyes shut and grins wide behind her hands, quietly giggling and hopping up and down in place. Once she's done with that, she lifts her head up with the happiest of smiles and follows after Smoker with a pleasant little hum. The hiss of the shower is like music to her ears, and he heads right on into the bathroom as Smoker exits it, giving him no thanks at all, just a triumphant little smirk.
You are hers, and she is going to use and abuse you, Vice Admiral. And she is going to love doing so.]
Try not to get any ash on the floor, Smoke-kun... [She indicates his cigar.] And I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke...finish that up quickly. If you do a good job and complete all your tasks before I'm finished, you can have another, but open the window and smoke there.
[See? She's not completely black-hearted! ...Mostly because she knows taking away his cigars would really mean death, but whatever. Perona doesn't want her apartment smelling like him, so if he has to smoke, he can do it at the window, or outside!
She closes the bathroom door behind her and lets Smoker to his business (or really his jobs), though after about ten minutes or so, a single hollow ghost peeks its head from the bathroom wall and looks around for the marine. She doesn't trust him enough to leave him by himself without keeping an eye on him, and her hollow is just the one to do such, floating around above him to monitor his activities.]
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[If she thought that was a scary smile, the growl is probably a lot worse, since it sounds like murder and venom of the highest level.]
[With the hollow around he holds up outfits and scowls, eyes still flashing flint and fire.] Which one?
[Yup, he sounds like he wants to strangle the hollow itself, as foolish as that would be.]
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That one there is the better of the two, though you'll have to pick out a different shirt. I'll freeze in that if I go outside, and I don't have a thick enough coat right now to keep me warm. Make sure it matches with the rest of my outfit, too!
[Bossing him around is fun, and oh lord is it making her heart pump. Perona hasn't had a chance to really be a pampered princess in far too long. It feels so good to sit on her high horse again. ♥]
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Yes, your majesty.
[Majesty?! MAJESTY?! OH FUCK THIS NOISE D:<]
[But there is literally nothing he can do about it so he goes about the room slowly getting out a long sleeve striped shirt, and gingerly holding it up to the ghost for inspection.]
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The door of her bathroom opens after some more time, and the young lady emerges in a red, hooded bathrobe, with devil horns at the top of it and a tie that was a forked tail.]
Well done, Smoker... Leave the clothes on my bed and get out, I need to change. If you like, you can have something to drink, or one of those disgusting cigars to puff on at the windowsill in the kitchen. I need to do my makeup as well. You'll wait patiently for me without a peep, and I'll call you if I need something. Understood?
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["Like hell I'd look at a scrawny kid like you!" Unfortunately, it didn't come out like that at all.]
I would never do something like that to you, your highness. Thank you --[Smoker's teeth nearly cracked on his cigars.] -- for the permission for the cigar. I will go do that, and await your next order.
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Dressing quickly, so as not to waste a precious second, Perona puts on her makeup and perfume and reaches for her brush, but pauses a second before her fingers curl around the handle. ...Hm, let's test this new power she has. Picking up her brush, she waltzes out of her room with a spring in her step and calls out to her suited ape.]
Smokeeer~! I have another task for you. [She bounces right up to him and thrusts her hairbrush into his hands.] Brush my hair, and be gentle. Ah...and watch out for my wings as well. If you hurt either of them, I'll command you to throw yourself into the river.
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[Oh god, why would you trust this man with his hands in your hair or anywhere close to your neck?]
[Smoker fumes, and he's bright red.]
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[Even his expression goes somewhat lax as he takes the brush and tests its bristles for flexibility and makes sure it's the right type for her hair.]
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[You might want to ask him to go faster or this could take awhile.]
[If you haven't seen his hair, it's pretty much really short and on the spiky side anyway, so experience with this is not something he has a lot of.]
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