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Three more drabbles, the first two challenged by thisistony, the third written for Naye's... big... chaos-thread... thing. Yeah.
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"I can't believe it!"
Ace shuffled a little, eyes downcast. "I'm really sorry."
Nami crossed her arms, glaring at the man. "Didn't you ever wonder why your mother wanted you to have that hat?! How's Luffy meant to be Pirate King NOW?!"
"My hat's cooler anyway," Luffy muttered, still looking a little put-out over the incredibly stupid revelation about One Piece. "Not that yours wasn't nice, Ace," he added quickly, performing the Gomu-Gomu-no-Adorable Face attack.
A scowl at his brother, quickly replaced with a pleading expression at the realisation of Nami still being furious. "I swear, I had no idea that my hat was One Piece. And it wasn't even my fault that I lost it!"
The navigator's eyes narrowed. "Oh really?"
"It was Teach. And it was painful." Ace thought about adding 'I cried' to the end of that, but it sounded sissy, and he hadn't cried for a while afterwards, anyway. "I liked that hat."
"Well, maybe you should have put a ring on it," Nami sniffed, and stalked off, passing Franky and Uspp who were trying to develop a robotic hat which fired missiles to be a proxy One Piece ('Because One Piece is more SUPER with missiles!').
Luffy picked his nose, and privately considered the discovery therein far more exciting than tracking down Ace's hat ever could be.
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NEXT DRABBLE:
Game, Set and Match.
Carrying around a seastone weapon was cruel, Ace decided - if the Marine had a Devil Fruit himself, Ace might have been impressed, or at least acknowledged that the man was going through discomfort himself.
As it was, though, Captain Smoker was an ordinary man (as ordinary as a ranking Marine officer could be, anyway, which wasn't much) and that made the pirate slightly annoyed. "You shouldn't point sharp objects at people," he informed the Captain sensibly. "You might poke someone's eye out."
The Marine growled, low in his throat, and strangely neglected to put the jitte away and apologise for his dangerous actions. "Sit tight and let me arrest you."
"Oh?" Ace cocked his head to one side, staring thoughtfully at the man. "That doesn't sound like fun. How about a little game, instead?"
"I don't-"
"And I don't care," yawned Ace, waving the furious rejection away. "We're going to play a game, or I'll find your ship - I'm sure it'll be easy, there can't be many Marine ships berthed in the last couple of days - and burn it to ash. Along with anyone who happens to be inside."
Flames danced along his shoulders, twined down his arms and up once more, mocking the tensing, seething Captain.
"The game's easy; it's called 'who's holding your jitte three minutes from now.' Broken bones are likely, Winner takes all."
His eyes narrowed, smirk widening to a manic grin, Ace lit the world on fire.
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NEXT DRABBLE:
I Wish I had A Lovely Bunch of Coconut(case)s
Once upon a time, in the hallowed store of NEWGATE & SONS' FRESH PRODUCE, was a kindly old man called Whitebeard. He wasn't always kindly, and his sons would punch anyone who called him old, but he was certainly a man. A manly one, whose very footsteps - it was said - could cause earthquakes, and whose magnificent moustache had been used to fight off Nazis during WWII, eliminating several Panzer divisions and earning him the title of 'the Wrongest Man in the World'. Some people said it should be the Strongest man, but almost everyone agreed that the moustache was, indeed, just plain Wrong.
In any case, Edward Newgate, also known as Whitebeard, was now getting on in life, and let his beloved sons run the massive chain of grovery stores that spanned several countries. Employing 1,200 staff, Whitebeard was happy to lounge out back of his first ever store (where five of his favoured 'sons' - not that he had favourites, no siree - worked) and get massively drunk while ordering hookers dressed as nurses.
He had a grand old time.
This day, Marco, Ace, Jozu, Thatch and Teach were happily stocking the shelves and helping their valued customers to make sensible and quality purchases. This means that Marco was working hard, Ace had fallen asleep eleven minutes after he began staring at his lighter-flame, Jozu was trying to explain to a sceptical customer that it was perfectly normal for a man who sold fruit and veg to be massively overweight ("It's muscle! I swear!"), Thatch was searching through the fruit cartons for any of them with swirls (he had strange hobbies) and Teach was hiding under one of the tables and trying to lure small children over to him with candy.
Marco paused in some re-stocking, carton of strawberries in hand, and frowned while still remaining fairly expressionless. This would be more impressive if people could tell he was actually forming some sort of emotion, but they couldn't. "Have you ever wondered," he began, "who would win in a fight between Batman and Wolverine?"
The awake members of staff paused to consider this, allowing a slouching teen to sneak a pair of apples into his bag and run away, at least proving that some shoplifters believe in healthy eating.
"I think Batman," said Ace finally, because his D-Sense had told him there were stupid things happening, and it was thus time to wake up. "'Cause he's Batman."
They nodded at this impressive piece of logic and went back to work, until an old lady tried to tug Marco's head to the till, thinking it was a pineapple. It had been funny the first few times... and it still was.
THE END.
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"I can't believe it!"
Ace shuffled a little, eyes downcast. "I'm really sorry."
Nami crossed her arms, glaring at the man. "Didn't you ever wonder why your mother wanted you to have that hat?! How's Luffy meant to be Pirate King NOW?!"
"My hat's cooler anyway," Luffy muttered, still looking a little put-out over the incredibly stupid revelation about One Piece. "Not that yours wasn't nice, Ace," he added quickly, performing the Gomu-Gomu-no-Adorable Face attack.
A scowl at his brother, quickly replaced with a pleading expression at the realisation of Nami still being furious. "I swear, I had no idea that my hat was One Piece. And it wasn't even my fault that I lost it!"
The navigator's eyes narrowed. "Oh really?"
"It was Teach. And it was painful." Ace thought about adding 'I cried' to the end of that, but it sounded sissy, and he hadn't cried for a while afterwards, anyway. "I liked that hat."
"Well, maybe you should have put a ring on it," Nami sniffed, and stalked off, passing Franky and Uspp who were trying to develop a robotic hat which fired missiles to be a proxy One Piece ('Because One Piece is more SUPER with missiles!').
Luffy picked his nose, and privately considered the discovery therein far more exciting than tracking down Ace's hat ever could be.
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NEXT DRABBLE:
Game, Set and Match.
Carrying around a seastone weapon was cruel, Ace decided - if the Marine had a Devil Fruit himself, Ace might have been impressed, or at least acknowledged that the man was going through discomfort himself.
As it was, though, Captain Smoker was an ordinary man (as ordinary as a ranking Marine officer could be, anyway, which wasn't much) and that made the pirate slightly annoyed. "You shouldn't point sharp objects at people," he informed the Captain sensibly. "You might poke someone's eye out."
The Marine growled, low in his throat, and strangely neglected to put the jitte away and apologise for his dangerous actions. "Sit tight and let me arrest you."
"Oh?" Ace cocked his head to one side, staring thoughtfully at the man. "That doesn't sound like fun. How about a little game, instead?"
"I don't-"
"And I don't care," yawned Ace, waving the furious rejection away. "We're going to play a game, or I'll find your ship - I'm sure it'll be easy, there can't be many Marine ships berthed in the last couple of days - and burn it to ash. Along with anyone who happens to be inside."
Flames danced along his shoulders, twined down his arms and up once more, mocking the tensing, seething Captain.
"The game's easy; it's called 'who's holding your jitte three minutes from now.' Broken bones are likely, Winner takes all."
His eyes narrowed, smirk widening to a manic grin, Ace lit the world on fire.
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NEXT DRABBLE:
I Wish I had A Lovely Bunch of Coconut(case)s
Once upon a time, in the hallowed store of NEWGATE & SONS' FRESH PRODUCE, was a kindly old man called Whitebeard. He wasn't always kindly, and his sons would punch anyone who called him old, but he was certainly a man. A manly one, whose very footsteps - it was said - could cause earthquakes, and whose magnificent moustache had been used to fight off Nazis during WWII, eliminating several Panzer divisions and earning him the title of 'the Wrongest Man in the World'. Some people said it should be the Strongest man, but almost everyone agreed that the moustache was, indeed, just plain Wrong.
In any case, Edward Newgate, also known as Whitebeard, was now getting on in life, and let his beloved sons run the massive chain of grovery stores that spanned several countries. Employing 1,200 staff, Whitebeard was happy to lounge out back of his first ever store (where five of his favoured 'sons' - not that he had favourites, no siree - worked) and get massively drunk while ordering hookers dressed as nurses.
He had a grand old time.
This day, Marco, Ace, Jozu, Thatch and Teach were happily stocking the shelves and helping their valued customers to make sensible and quality purchases. This means that Marco was working hard, Ace had fallen asleep eleven minutes after he began staring at his lighter-flame, Jozu was trying to explain to a sceptical customer that it was perfectly normal for a man who sold fruit and veg to be massively overweight ("It's muscle! I swear!"), Thatch was searching through the fruit cartons for any of them with swirls (he had strange hobbies) and Teach was hiding under one of the tables and trying to lure small children over to him with candy.
Marco paused in some re-stocking, carton of strawberries in hand, and frowned while still remaining fairly expressionless. This would be more impressive if people could tell he was actually forming some sort of emotion, but they couldn't. "Have you ever wondered," he began, "who would win in a fight between Batman and Wolverine?"
The awake members of staff paused to consider this, allowing a slouching teen to sneak a pair of apples into his bag and run away, at least proving that some shoplifters believe in healthy eating.
"I think Batman," said Ace finally, because his D-Sense had told him there were stupid things happening, and it was thus time to wake up. "'Cause he's Batman."
They nodded at this impressive piece of logic and went back to work, until an old lady tried to tug Marco's head to the till, thinking it was a pineapple. It had been funny the first few times... and it still was.
THE END.