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[Perona's at home. She's been fiddling with her Christmas gifts ever since she received them - two bat themed pieces of jewelry, a brooch and some earrings. They were lovely, and she'd been rather excited to get them and start wearing them, but picking them up gave her a...strange feeling. Deja vu? Or maybe like she received these gifts before? Was this another "gift" from the Malnosso? That'd be like them - embarrassing and upsetting her so much over that stupid holiday, giving her something she loves, only to make her feel uncomfortable to touch them. Tch...how frustrating! This place was really starting to get on her nerves.

In fact, not knowing things was starting to get on her nerves. She's been here before - that Perona knows - and she's met the people that knew that "other her" as well. She can't remember the time she spent here, or the people, places, and experiences...and it's starting to get annoying. Perona likes to be well-informed, up to date on things.She considers herself an intelligent woman, and not knowing something...especially about herself, has become unbearable. And that's what drives her to finally seek answers.

She never cared before, or thought knowing would effect her negatively, but now she just doesn't care anymore. That's kind of her theme, right? Negativity.]

Oi. I know I've been here before, a long time ago...I wasn't interested in knowing abut that before. I never cared. But now it's become troublesome for me not to know. [She glances out the window absently, humming thoughtfully.] So if anyone has things they can tell me...about the other me that was here before, I'd like to hear it. However much there is, I don't care. I'll listen if you don't make it very boring.

[She doesn't have any plans for the day, after all.]

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Unfortunately, I did not get to know you as well as I would have liked. I am Spock... [The Vulcan hesitates...Perona doesn't sound very good.] Are you well?

[Ah, a new one. This isn't someone she's met in Luceti yet thus far, and from the sound of it, she didn't know him too well in the past either...hm. Whatever, she needs someone to speak with, and the more people she knows, the more people she can rely on when she's in a tough spot.]

Spock-san, it's nice to meet you...again, I suppose. Even if it's my first time. [The question gets a pause, then a heavy sigh, as Perona's lips turn down in a large frown. No, she's not quite well. Perona's having an issue over her gifts and the weird tight feeling they put into her chest. Adding that to the whole mistletoe debacle--] ...A headache, that's all it is.

[Spock didn't look convinced as he continued to regard her with concern. There were way too many people in Luceti who chose to suffer in silence rather than make their troubles known...

It was logical to rely on community when you were lost.]

Are you certain? We have doctors here, perhaps you should visit them.

[Sadly, Perona's not one to seek help - she seeks answers. Only when she can't get her answers is when she'll consider seeking help. This time around, though, she doesn't even consider it worth the effort. She'll get over the weird, nostalgic feeling she gets from those items in time, right? She's not going to get rid of anything that's hers now after all...especially not jewelry.]

I wouldn't think a doctor would need to see me for a headache. [She isn't insane, if that's what he's suggesting!] It'll pass with some rest.

Unless of course you are suffering from something other than a headache. It has been a regular occurrence for those who are suffering from emotional anxiety to mask it with a frivolous condition. If you truly did not want anyone's assistance, then you would not have opened your journal.

[Yeah, Spock is upset himself over everything that's been happening lately, so he's not as 'nice' as he usually is. You'll have to forgive him... or not.]

[Perona's going to go with "or not". This guy is poking her little too much, especially when she's not in a good enough mood to deal with it. Never has she liked to disclose personal information about herself to people she doesn't know or trust, but things deal with her emotional state are more closed off than just information about herself and her powers.

He's being a snoop and she does not enjoy it.]

I'm not suffering from anything! What I choose to do with my time and my journal is my own prerogative, don't throw your thoughts onto me! I asked if anyone could tell me about myself and if they knew the me what was here before, nothing else! I'm not asking for help, I'm asking for information.

[Spock doesn't seem bothered by her outburst, but he does incline his head.]

If I have upset you, please accept my apologies. I have been here for almost two years, and I believe I have become... what is the word... jaded? It has been my experience that people in Luceti hide their emotions until they can no longer contain them. This usually leads to disastrous results.

As for information... I believe I am not going to be much help to you. However, if you require assistance with the programs at the Dome, please do not hesitate to ask me.

[...Hmph, at the very least he apologized. Perona's still a little insulted by the assumption, but he at least simmers down a little by the calm way he answered, though her tone is still icy when she replies.]

I'm not about to put myself in any sort of harm - physical or emotional - my body and spirit are very important to me. ...But when I get to the point where I feel assistance is necessary, I will take it upon myself to ask for it. [Or demand it be given without anything in return, but details.] But if I say I'm fine, then I'd enjoy the pleasure of not having my words questioned.

Very well, your point is well noted.

Though I do find myself curious about you. May I ask where you are from? [Spock wouldn't mind meeting this woman in person actually, she seemed...

...lively.]

[Curious about her? Curiosity is a dangerous thing, and pirates don't usually indulge in answering to another's curiosity. She wasn't know as one of the Mysterious Three when she was on Moria's crew for nothing!! But this question...hm. It's one she can answer. Her world is common knowledge, and she misses it. Besides, talking about the sea may make her feel better.]

I'm from the Grand Line, a linear stretch of ocean circling the world, dotted with numerous islands. It's a haven for the Great Era of Pirates...due to the turbulent and unfathomable things seen on those waters. I was born there, though I can't remember the island of my youth... [Her childhood, before joining Moria at age eight, was a blur.] You can't even know what you'll find on the Grand Line - strong pirate crews with a thirst for blood, ghostly ships that can swallow you whole... Or a nest of seakings and the ever changing weather patterns.

Nothing on that sea is steady. It changes constantly like the rolling tides, so those willing to sail to the ends are the ones destined for greatness. The sea is the home of pirates and sailors, and it nurtures and can be sweet and beautiful...or a ferocious monster with a stomach as black and endless as nothing you can imagine. [She sighs, and casts a longing glance to the side.] I miss the air...the scent of the ocean, and the call of the seagulls. This ocean we have is like a puddle of water compared to my home.

The ocean we have here is also questionable in its reality.

[The Vulcan doesn't sigh, but at least there's no video to give away his longing look.]

I have heard of the Grand Line. I had two very good friends here that were from your homeworld.
They were recently returned.

[Oh lord, don't even get her started on that pitiful little puddle called an ocean. Perona is positively dying for her sweet ocean air, and the rock of the waves. Even if the ocean spells her death, considering she is a devil fruit user, she is a pirate at heart - it's in her blood - and being landlocked for so long is agonizing. She wants to be on a ship again.

But while her raised eyebrows isn't shown well on the journal feed, Perona's voice gives way to her muted surprise. Huh, so he knows of the Grand Line? Must be he knew some others from her world that were here...probably one of the Straw Hats.]

Is that so? Were they among the Straw Hat pirates? I've been made aware their numbers are dwindling... [Not like she cares, really. Perona just likes keeping tabs on "rival" pirate crews.]

Indeed. I consider Miss Nico Robin a good friend, she was of the Straw Hat Pirates. There was also Marco...

[Spock thought for a moment, recalling a very early conversation he had with Marco.] I believe he was of the Whitebeard Pirates.

[Oh, the Devil Child, and--hrrgh... A grimace appears swiftly on Perona's face. The Whitebeard pirates? Did she speak with the First Division commander before? Perona's not quite sure, she can't remember if she did or didn't, but she gets a sick feeling regardless. The Whitebeard pirates aren't exactly known for being the greatest bunch. Their infamy for being relatively brutal and vengeful is spoken of all across the Grand Line.]

Egh...I know both. Not well [And she likes it that way, honestly.] but I do. Both crews have made names for themselves in the past and present... Back home, I mean.

It does not sound as though you regard them favourably. Were you 'rivals'?

[Spock was very unfamiliar with this whole piracy business. He had nothing to compare it to...

...then again, the pirates of the Grand Line were nothing like the pirates he encountered on a semi-regular basis.]

Every pirate crew not within an alliance with one another are rivals.

[And even forming an alliance is tricky...and doesn't go over well in most cases. They are pirates, after all. Agreeing with and working alongside one another is a tough thing to do...and requires the word of each crew's captain, of course.]

But I'm not their enemy, either. What they do is no concern of mine anymore. My care-taking of that green idiot is done and over with.

[Spock tilts his head in confusion.]

Green idiot? I do not understand what you mean by that.
[Spock's blood was green... but surely she wasn't talking about him.]

[Oh, no one must have told him about Zoro...hm, that's shocking. From what she assumed, the Straw Hats seemed like a pretty close-knit crew. They seemed the type to brag about one another, or at least that's what she assumed... Maybe she was wrong? Though a brute like Zoro isn't anything worth glancing twice at, even if he was pretty notorious as the so-called "pirate hunter".]

The Straw Hat's swordsman, Roronoa Zoro. His hair is like a horrid green fungus...though that may very well be his brain, or whatever remains of the festering heap. [She sticks out her tongue, blowing a swift raspberry like the mature adult she is.] I'm a little surprised you don't know of him.

Ah, I do believe I remember him... he kept the company of one Mister Sanji. From your description of him, is it safe to assume that you two did not get along?

[Spock quirks an eyebrow at her antics... Why was she making such crude noises? Was it a cultural thing?]

Well you used to be younger. And then you left and you came back older. As old as you are now! Or maybe younger. I can't tell... cuz I don't know how old you are now. Or how old you were then! But... you definitely got older.

And you had a dog with three heads! I really loved him.

[Wow, this kid is like a whirlwind of words. He kind of reminds Perona of that other little windy girl, who talked fast. Actually, now that she thinks about it....their clothes were very similar. Perhaps they were related somehow? Brother and sister or something. Anyway, she tries to decipher Aang's words, sighing and pressing a few fingers to her temple. She has enough of a headache as it is.]

It's impolite to ask a lady's age, but I'm twenty. I'll be twenty-one in the late spring. [So don't forget and get her a cute present.] But you're saying I was here once when I was younger, left, came back as I am, and left again? ...And now I'm ba--

[OH MY GOD, THAT DESCRIPTION.]

A-A dog with three heads...Cerberus?! You mean I had my precious Cerberus with me, too?! My cutiepie was here?! [WEH, THAT'S NOT FAIR, SHE WANTS HIM BACK. She hasn't seen her doggy in two years!] So he survived the devastation of Thriller Bark....my puppy...

Yeah... That was his name! [He perks up in recognition.] He was alive and well, and I really like him! And about your age... yeah, that's exactly what happened! When's your birthday?

June 7th. [Said offhandedly, she's much more preoccupied with the information about her dog.] I can't believe it...I actually had my Cerby-chan here, too. Nnnh--! That's not fair! Why can't I have him back, then?! If I had him once, then he should be here with me now, too?! Did he follow after me when I first got here?

Aaahh...! I want my doggy back! Weeeh, my Cerberus! [WHINE BITCH CRY TANTRUM WHINE. She's 20, no really. NO REALLY.]

[He takes a moment to take a note of the date. ...And then frets at Perona's despair.]

I'm sorry, Perona. When you got him last time... I think he arrived at Christmas, as a present. It was a while after you'd gotten here. The way animals arrive here are weird. It was a few months before Appa got here for me! So... maybe he'll turn up eventually.

[Ugh, that doesn't make her feel any better, Aang! Perona just sighs, heavily, and pouts. That's so unfair...she would have taken getting Cerberus as a gift over jewelry any day! Even if the ones she had were lovely, having her cute puppy back would have been so much better.]

Mmhhn...I can only hope at this point, can't I? It's not fair at all I have to wait, especially after abiding by the Malnosso's stupid game before! [Do you even know who she wound up kissing?!]

[He doesn't know at least. He just gives a sad nod, feeling as if he's he one being scolded.]

A little hope goes a long way. I'm sure you two'll find your way back to each other someday. That's what I believe.

That's an optimistic way to think... [Perona's voice actually doesn't sound harsh or condescending, though. In fact, she breathes out an airy chuckle and a smile spreads on her face. It's kind of nice to actually have someone hoping for the best regarding her. She doesn't get that much care from others, so it's a nice turn of events.]

Thank you, Aang-kun.

Optimism's a lot more fun than it sounds.

You're welcome, Perona.

Your stupid dog almost took my arm off.

[~~Even though he totally deserved it.~~]

Dog? I don't have a do-- [Wait a minute.]

[Perona nearly falls backward in her chair, gasping for breath. That can't possibly mean--!]

You can't mean Cerberus?! My sweet little Cerberus was here with me the last time?! [WHAT THE FUCK, WHY CAN'T SHE HAVE HIM HERE NOW, THAT IS SO UNFAIR. And yeah, she don't care about your arm.] My precious little puppy...I haven't seen him in years...

Sweet?! [HA!] That thing wasn't sweet at all!

[Granted, he'd pushed Ion out of a wheelchair, but.]

Of course he wasn't to you, if he tried to take your arm! You must've done something very stupid to upset him. [Or her, it really depends on the circumstance...but either way Cerberus was a smart animal and a guard dog. Obviously he'd be ferocious.]

But you're lucky...I see you managed to keep that arm of yours. You're among the few that survived his play time, horohorohoro...

I didn't do anything to you! You and your stupid dog had to get into my business.

[He doesn't sound like he's very appreciative.]

I say good riddance. That thing shouldn't be here, anyway.

I don't know what you're talking about... [And she's being honest! This must ave been a thing the other her did, though it's easy enough to tell she and this youngster weren't very good friends, if she had to actually sic Cerberus on him and nearly tear him limb from limb. Perona's only wondering why her dear doggy didn't finish the job... He's never been one to waste a good chew toy, and as far as she can tell the little jerk deserved having his arm violently removed.]

Nor should a noisy little pest like you, but we're still stuck dealing with your bothersome yapping! Don't talk down about my cute puppy, or I'll have him finish what he started if he ever comes back to me! [That is a promise.]

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