hollower | ☠ 7th Haunt ☠

[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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[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?]

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