Open RP log - Gen

[yourotherleft]

This is the place to come to goof off, out of game context and just for fun. In-person interactions open to anyone who wants a piece of Zoro.

Fighting is a-ok! Shenanigans and a modicum of crack also welcome. Shippy stuff should be cleared with me first, via PM or Plurk. I don't really do AUs but Cerealia-setting is okay.

Some prompt ideas I'd like to play out:

- castmate interactions he hasn't gotten in canon
- OP-universe settings: at sea, dangerous islands, Marine bases, scene-between-scenes
- talkin' swords with sword people
- get him to open up about things like his past, his blades, what he did during the timeskip...
- drinking games
- nursing back to health
- angst. Yeah. Angst.

Comments

[allbluedreams]

Sanji wasn't at all interested in whatever the hell Zoro had gotten up to in the past, not him. Whenever he thought of the Recent Past violent shudders went up right from the base of his shitty spine, so Zoro could keep his manly tough "I know too much" secrets for all Sanji shitty cared.

Anyway that he was approaching Zoro now on the elephant's shitty back, barring any canon that says he should be elsewhere/tortured/dead/tenryuubito'd or otherwise inconvenienced (so long as it wasn't in a shitty dress) it was only to offer him the leftover food that the ladies hadn't wanted and that he'd managed to save from the vacuum cleaner with teeth that was their stalwart captain.

Not that Sanji expected Zoro to care. Not that Sanji wanted Zoro to care. Which is what he told himself when he saw the swordsman sitting at the base of a tree.

"Got your shitty meal. Though I should probably eat it myself, shithead, what do you think?" He wouldn't, of course, but he might just play keep away with the booze just to be an asshole. That would show him.

[yourotherleft]

"Bout damn time." Zoro had already sensed him coming so it's not like it was a surprise, he didn't even crack his good eye open until he heard the cook's voice. Damn, it had been a long time since he'd tasted that cooking, all things considered. Not two years, but two weeks was still way too long.

He stretched and yawned and scratched and then reached a hand out to take the place. "You wouldn't," he said dryly. "Do you even eat at all in the first place? Just give it over already."

[allbluedreams]

Asshole. On one hand he knew that Zoro needed food and it was his own ideal as a shitty cook never to let anyone to hungry even if they were green haired lumps of moss, on the other hand as if he would actually comply with that shitty tone! Who the hell did Zoro think he was? Who the hell did Zoro think Sanji was. Mr. I'm so much shitty stronger than you because I wasn't stuck on a shitty island of weirdass okama who wanted to break my very way of shitty being and I had to survive there.

No--

But Sanji would play it cool. He would say something disaffected and manly.

"HOW DARE YOU SPEND ALL THAT TIME ALONE WITH PERONA-CHAN YOU SHITTY GREEN HEADED FUCKNUGGET!!" And he's likely going to kick the tree in half while aiming for your face, though he expects you to move and will switch to a concasse right after while making sure the food on the plate doesn't move a centimeter.

[yourotherleft]

What the shit...?! Zoro ducked, all right, barely sensing it coming in time and just faceplanting right there on the ground to avoid it. No sooner did the tree shower him with splinters, the half of it crashing to the ground behind him, and Zoro was already halfway up to his feet, sliding Kitetsu out (and not entirely to block). "What the hell?" he bellowed back. "Where the fuck did that come from?!"

[allbluedreams]

"WHERE DO YOU THINK IT CAME FROM?!" He hammers away at the shitty sword with his heel, just to feel the (not at all comforting) resistance of the steel. And he wanted to rail against Zoro for any shitty thing really-- and being a dense moron and not understanding--

But then he didn't want Zoro to shitty understand.

He really didn't want Zoro to understand.

If Zoro caught even one shitty scent of what went on there Sanji felt like he wanted to melt into a puddle and die.

"NOT THAT I CARE WHAT YOU SHITTY THINK!" Well, shit, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. But have few more bashes of his heel for good measure! And an attempt at a kick in the nose, too. But then he angles his leg back, widening his stance, going serious.

"You better have treated her shitty right."

[yourotherleft]

Zoro holds his ground under the battering, and he's not worried about Kitetsu even taking a scratch, but it's annoying as fuck and when the extra kick comes in, he slashes outward, pushing it away before it can connect.

"I DON'T KNOW! I can't read your fucking mind, cook!" Come to think of it, this isn't the first time Sanji had just blurted out something weird out of nowhere. It didn't clue Zoro in to what he might be thinking any more than it had the last five times, but he brushed it off, pushing himself to his feet to deal with this.

He eyes Sanji for a minute just to make sure he's not going to haul off and kick him again.

"What are you even talking about? I barely said two words to her the whole time." Not quite, but he really had a lot less to think about the ghost girl than Sanji clearly did.

[spiral_brow]

[En-route to Dressrosa - just imagine all the icons are of timeskip Sanji. ^_^;]

Sanji was glad to be leaving that shitty island. Yes, it had been amazing to be in the body of his lovely Nami-swaaaaan! for a while... but he was MUCH happier being back in his own body, off of that frozen wasteland of an island, and back on the sea. He hummed happily to himself as he was busy peeling potatoes, looking forward to this new island they were headed to. He'd only heard a little about it, but it sounded like just his kind of place. A city of food and passion~! .... And yes, yes, there was all that shit, too, with Caesar and Doflamingo and all that crap... but they'd deal with that bridge once they GOT to it!

He looked over at his pile of potatoes, nearly filling one sink, and did a mental tally, frowning. They'd just picked up four more mouths on this last adventure. Combined with how much their crew REGULARLY ate? Sanji sighed. He'd need to peel more potatoes, still. It was still rather nippy out, so he was planning on cooking a hefty roasted potato-and-sausage stew - something thick, and hot, and filling that would warm up everyone's insides. Maybe toss some bacon in there as well, yes. Lemon herb green beans to pair with it, perhaps.

[yourotherleft]

Naturally, right in the middle of dinner-prep was precisely when Zoro felt like barging into the galley. At least, that would be his story if asked; really, he was trying to get away from Kin'emon, he'd already had it up to here with the bitching about Shuusui and who it belonged to and he was done entertaining the samurai's dogged pursuit. Best to just go hide somewhere, and the kitchen was always the best place. It had booze, food, and a cook.

Slamming the door behind him, Zoro rested his back against it for a moment just to verify that Sanji was really there. Ah, good. "Booze me. Now."

[spiral_brow]

Sanji just directed an unimpressed glare Zoro's way, peeling another potato and tossing it into the growing pile. "It's nowhere near dinnertime. Isn't it a little too early to get soused, Marimo?" Not that there ever had been any sort of set 'time' for drinking. For Zoro, ANY time was drinking time. This was just a longtime banter between the two, and Sanji wasn't ready to drop it any time soon.

[yourotherleft]

"It's never too early," Zoro insisted, satisfying himself that no one was about to burst through the door behind him and leaving his spot, crossing over to the bar to have a sit. "Especially not after dealing with that damn samurai."

No, really, Kin'emon could be cool, but most of the time he was a pain in the ass and now with this Shuusui business...ugh. His headache needed a rum medication, stat.

[spiral_brow]

"It is if you're drunk before the sun's even up!" he countered.

Sanji quirked a brow, just watching Zoro for the moment. "Okay. What did that annoying samurai say or do now?" He moved to retrieve a bottle of sake, setting it down in front of the swordsman before continuing his work. Feeling he had enough potatoes now, he started to chop and cube the potatoes for the stew, moving them into a large pot. The potato peels were set aside in another bowl to dry; he'd make something with them later.

[yourotherleft]

"Not if I haven't been to sleep yet," Zoro shot back. So there.

He accepted the offering and didn't even bother with a glass, drinking straight from the bottle. Sanji had been in here for a while, maybe he hadn't heard. "Asshole wants to take my sword. Says it's a national treasure from his country." Pout, sip. "I won it fair and square from that zombie, he's got no right."

After some random fight somewhere?

[thetruehistorian]

She entered the temporary infirmary with barely a sound, her mere presence scenting the air like a floral bouquet. Chopper had finally decided that no one would die while he stole a nap for himself, and Robin suspected it'd amount to a full night's rest if given the opportunity. She intended to see the opportunity given, at any rate. That meant nursing duties fell to her and Nami for the most part, and Robin didn't mind. She crossed the borrowed room and sat gently on the edge of Zoro's bed, placing a dish with steaming broth on a stand nearby, another dish with steaming water held in her lap. She sighed, looking at his sleeping form for a few moments, expression an unreadable mask but her eyes kind, if worried. She placed a hand on his chest and pressed firmly. "Wake up, dear swordsman. You need food for strength and clean bandages on your wounds, and if you sleep through me, you know Nami will be half as kind and charge double interest for the privilege."

yesssssss omg perfect

[yourotherleft]

As much as his body probably wanted to just keep on sleeping, Zoro couldn't ignore the sensation of touch. It pushed through the haze and brought him around in time to catch half of what Robin said. He took a deeper breath and then cracked his good eye open. "Mm? No...not her," he mumbled as he started to come around.

With consciousness came pain. Nothing he couldn't handle - far less than he'd experienced that one time - but it still reminded him that things had not gone exactly as planned. At least he was still alive, but it was a sore reminder that he was not in fact invincible and could still, even at his power level, get thrown through a mountain and then stomped on and no amount of haki or swordsmanship could save him from being bloodied. The cook probably had more broken ribs than he, but Zoro still cracked more than a few, and some of the lacerations to his arms and flanks were pretty deep. He'd need a day or two to sleep this off.

The more alert he became, the more Zoro registered his surroundings. Aha, that's what he felt and heard. "Robin."

[thetruehistorian]

Robin's smile widened only slightly. It's petty, she knew, but deep inside she enjoyed being preferred. Her fingers slipped up to the side of his neck, and another bloomed from the elbow to press a palm against his forehead. She glanced at a clock and began counting each time she felt a weak pulse. "You're sleeping well, it seems," Nevermind the insidious worry no one dared give credence to that one of these times he might drift into a deeper sleep than he can come back from. "How are you feeling otherwise?" she asked, her voice soft to keep from waking the others.

[yourotherleft]

"Like I've been hit by a train." Zoro slowly raised his eye to search her face, not sure what he would find. Worry? Sorrow? Relief? As long as she wasn't looking at him like he was about to die in the next hour.

While she checked his pulse, he tested each limb one at a time, closing his fingers into fists and scrunching his toes. Some muscles here and there protested with a twinge, but everything still worked. He slid a hand up to his chest to try to find how much of him was bandaged this time. "And hungry," he added after a minute. "Where's everyone, they okay?"

[thetruehistorian]

If he were dying in the next hour, she'd have told him so right off, so he'd have a chance to square away what loose ends he might have left in his life. But no, her face was, as ever, a mask of quiet contemplation. Robin blinks, becoming a touch more animated as she finishes her count, her hands moving away from Zoro's forehead and throat. "You're in good health, broken bones and lacerations aside," she said. "The others are sleeping off their own injuries." Robin bloomed several hands along Zoro's bed, ready to help him sit up so she could tend to his wounds. Impishly, she traced her finger over his bandaged chest. "Let me change these, and you can eat."

[hoasen]

[TAKE HER ON AN ADVENTURE, ZORO]

[yourotherleft]

[How's this for adventure?

It's just like the Straw Hats to land on a completely innocent-looking island to hunt and gather to resupply and have it turn into a struggle for survival, isn't it? It's not their fault, they didn't know this cute little forested island with its handful of crumbling ruins was part of Kaidou's territory and used as a base by some of his fleet. It's hard enough being separated from Luffy's half of the crew, and then taking on a cute new passenger named Vietnam, now they have to deal with this? But, hey, there might be treasure in them there ruins, so maybe getting distracted checking them out isn't too bad...

Zoro has, naturally, gotten completely lost and has no idea how to get back to the ship or the others. He also hasn't found any of their potential enemies yet, but that's soon to change. He is currently high atop a ruined ziggurat, scanning the treetops to see if he can glimpse the blue of the ocean beyond the green.]

Oi! See anything?

[hoasen]

[THIS IS AN AMAZING ADVENTURE ALREADY.

She wouldn't have gotten lost, if they actually didn't wander off a course she didn't recognise. Of course, it should be easy enough to find that course again, as long as they could spot a close enough direction. And ruins do not make it easy.

Zoro is trustworthy enough, Vietnam had noticed, aside from his bad sense of direction. He's reliable, works hard, and right now, he's seeking hard. So she doesn't really feel any worries.]

Just more trees, at the moment. [She skips across some ruins to take a better look. Too bad she's super short.]

For torobravo

[yourotherleft]

[continued from here]

[Should he just dodge? Nah, cutting it is way more fun. Zoro pulls a single sword in a flash and swings it lazily, splitting the table cleanly in half and letting the two halves crash on either side of him.

And then he makes a face at the...compliment?]

Flattery will get you nowhere, fishboy. Brace yourself.

[fortunately, he squabbles with Sanji enough to be prepared for even a pistol-kick, so Zoro just plows right in, drawing a second blade as he comes and bringing both top-down toward Dellinger]

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[torobravo]

[ Dellinger drops his hand coquettishly on his hip as the table is cut in twain. ]

Are you sure about that? You froze up for a second there!

[ Without breaking eye contact the young officer deflects a disgruntled patron's dagger with his heel and sends him airborne. The criminal trash have grown impertinent in Doflamingo's absence so that even he is fair game. But he ain't prey. ]

Eheheh!

[ As raised swords gleam above his cap Dellinger smashes his shoe into the floorboards with such force that the planks beneath Zoro catapult the bounty hunter into the air, like a seesaw. Dellinger leaps up in an attempt to impale Zoro atop his horns. ]

[yourotherleft]

[Zoro likes to think he's so cool and above all that battlefield smack talk. He's not. There's no time to quip back, though, he merely grits his teeth as he comes on hard and fast - and then he's airborne, the follow-through of his strike whiffing just above Dellinger's head.

While he wasn't paying attention back then to the way the kid fought Ideo, so as to know his moves, there's no hesitation in his move to block. His blades cross before his body, absorbing the impact before he drops back down to the floor.]

What can I say? You're not my type.

[there, he really needed to say that before round 2. Wary now, it seems those horns aren't just for show. He winds up and lets fly a 72-Pound Cannon from a distance, wanting to keep Dellinger from getting his feet planted]

[torobravo]

[ While he'd love to sink his horns into his fellow pirate's soft belly the satisfying clank of sword against bone will suffice. A two-bit crook couldn't endure the punishment but Zoro's guard is strong. He likes 'em tough, or it's all over an instant. But what is he saying? It's just a "friendly spar." ]

Too bad you're min—

[ Woha! He narrowly evades the projectile as lashing winds whip just shy of his face. Dellinger pauses, a narrow cut opening across his cheek. The blood dribbles to his lips and he tastes it, greedily. ]

Now you've done it.

[ His dash forward is so aggressive that splinted boards rain behind him like billowing dust. A Pistol Heel comes at Zoro's guard, followed by a roundhouse, then another roundhouse. He's trying to exhaust the pirate's defences with brute force, and Dellinger isn't getting tired. ]

Take that! And that! And that!!

[yourotherleft]

[Please, Dellinger, he endures a rapid-fire barrage like this every day he pushes Sanji's buttons. Or so Zoro thinks, as he slides a foot back to brace himself against it, shifting the swords slightly this way and that in order to keep up and not let a single kick through his defense. It's a good way to take a moment to really study his moves, and though it's impressive, it's also frustrating. It takes him a bit to get into the rhythm and then Zoro is pushing back with every swing instead of merely blocking, alternating hits from left and right in order to shove back rather than let Dellinger stand so close and get his hits in.

Everyone else seems to have wisely vacated the tavern, except for the poor bartender, trapped behind the bar and peeking up once in a while to verify that the two demons are still going at it. Zoro manages to keep up with Dellinger's energy, showing zero sign of wearing down so easily. His brutal stamina is part of what puts him head and shoulders above the rest of the fleet and most of his crew.]