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

[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."

[yourotherleft]

"Mm?" Zoro didn't quite blush but he did look a bit abashed at the touch to his chest, his face going quiet. Aha, yes, bandage changes. Routine, right? He slid an arm up to try to prop himself on one elbow, finding those extra hands exactly what he needed - apparently he'd lost a lot more blood than he thought, it was hard to move under his own power. He still looked a bit shy as he accepted the help to sit up.

At least from that position he could look around and verify that everyone else was asleep, save for Robin. His attention went to her without question. "You got through all right, then. Good."

[thetruehistorian]

Robin giggled, and wondered what she'd do if Zoro ever took her up on her teasing. It wasn't entirely honest of her to poke and nudge at him, implying some overt physical desire. But it wasn't entirely a lie, either. She dipped a clean cloth into the bowl of hot water, wringing it out and then rolling it between hands to let it cool while others went to work on Zoro's bandages. Even with Chopper's expertise and much practice at wrapping them, there were still some instances where the bandage getting stuck to the wound were inevitable. If not kept fresh, they could fester. Robin used the hot water to soften the scabs wherever this happened, slowly unwinding the thin strips of cloth holding her nakama together. "They've managed to land quite a number on you this time," she commented. "Was their swordsman very good, or was there some trickery involved?"

[yourotherleft]

He kept his manly face on, not wincing or so much as fluttering an eyelash at the bandages catching on him. "It wasn't him," he grunted, pouting a bit over it. He'd had such a good fight, and sure, one or two of the cuts came from that particular weapon, but not all of them. Not even the worst ones. "As soon as I had him down, the floor gave way. The whole place was rigged, so that if their champions got beat down the winners wouldn't get away alive. Well, shows them."

He got away alive all right, but even with his level of strength and skill and haki, he hadn't seen everything coming. Merely proof that he still had work to do, he wasn't invincible yet. As Robin worked, Zoro looked himself over, glad to see he had been stitched up but damn, they really did get him good in some places. He scowled to himself, seeing only his mistakes.

[thetruehistorian]

"If you can't beat them physically, outsmart them," Robin said softly, nodding her head. It was a concept that had kept her alive more often than not. She dabbed the hot cloth against a deep laceration over his ribs and held it there, letting the heat and the water do the work rather than friction or force. Several little tugs at the bandage later, and his wounds were totally exposed to the air. Robin waved a hand over some of the still weeping ones, letting them breathe a little as other hands rinsed and wrung out the cloth a few times. The water had cooled a bit, so it wouldn't scald as she began cleaning his skin. Fresh gauze shored up the open cuts, held firmly in place by extra fleur sprouted for the purpose. These wounds would heal, and Zoro would be that much the wiser in the future. "Some people just don't know how to lose gracefully," she said, thinking back on his words. "They're terrible. They should have believed in their swordsman more. Then they wouldn't have had to resort to deception."

[yourotherleft]

Sighing, Zoro closed his eye and sat tight until she was finished. Not a twitch, not a wince. It felt good to have everything washed up and properly tended, though, there was a freshness to it even if he would be back under the mummy-wrap soon enough. "Thanks," he murmured, to make sure she knew.

He mulled over her observation and grunted a bit in agreement. "He wasn't bad. But he only knew his one technique, not well-rounded enough. Still...you're right." He had pulled his fatal strike, to give the idiot a chance to learn a few new tricks for the next group to blunder across this island; the subsequent booby trap probably rendered his mercy moot. Damn. "No sense looking back. Forward, and on to the next adventure."