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 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."