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Hey. [Awkward pause, because Lucy has no idea how to address so many people at once. She'd rather not make such an announcement, but this needed to be said.]

If you've noticed that I seem to have two different personalities, that's because I do.

[There's another pause to let that information sink in.]

I'm called Lucy, though you may already know the other me, Nyuu. If you don't know either of us, then know this warning:

I don't know how Nyuu became aware of my existence as some have informed me, but should you ever have a problem with me in the future, you will address it to me alone and not Nyuu. You will leave her out of the matter. I'd rather Nyuu not become embittered by the time we're sent home.

Should you choose to ignore my warning--

[Lucy had been sitting on a rock outside of the remains of town and there was a gigantic piece of debris from an enemy ship right behind her. Soon the grating sound of metal being crushed fills the air, thanks to four of her vectors. The metal moans and groans and screeches in protest until it's nothing more than a twisted mess.]

I don't mind using intimidation to get my message across.

heelies

[As when storm-bruised clouds cast their dark pall over the sky, a harbinger of the torrent and tempest to come, so appears the countenance of Peleus' son. He is harnessed in the glorious armor that lame-foot Hephaestus did forge for him, and upon his head fiercely glints the golden helmet which once served as a beacon to the Myrmidons and all of the vast host of war-loving Argives. Like the thunder that is hurled by almighty Zeus who bears the aegis, his voice roars out over the network.]

Koltira, you whose heart is blackened with vile hatred! Hear now the son of Peleus, Achilles, best of all the Achaeans - I whose pride was rent by your blade when you did raise arms without first issuing a proper challenge as is honorable between warriors. I demand that you meet me in single combat, that I may avenge myself and slake my spear upon your blood. Meet me then to the east of the town ere the sun touches the far horizon, where it settles for the night into the couch of the desert - unless the worm of cowardice burrows deep within your breast to weaken your fighting spirit!

It is for this reason that I give my challenge in this public forum, that others may bear witness and hold you accountable to this duel. What say you, Koltira? Recoil not from the bloodshed you so take pleasure in! Long has my anger rankled in my breast, and long has my pride festered without salve potent enough to soothe it, for the cure lies only in victory by dint of my spear. Thus, today I wait no more!

[In the colloquialisms of the locals: This town ain't big enough for the both of us.]

whatshimadayou

It is my understanding that we were gathered to function as a team. A concept that is, perhaps, difficult for many of us to become accustomed to, but a path we have had no choice but to take in any case.

Yet here we are, already faced with danger enough from our missions, and we are equally forced to fear one of our own as well?

Explain to me why we should endure the presence of a monster who cannot keep his nature in check. How many were injured by Koltira's hand, yet all of us remain silent.

kikoku

[There's noise the minute the feed starts, but it's not coming from the sullen man sitting front and center, rather from the out of focus commotion behind him. There's a lot of people talking at once, but a certain straw-hatted pirate can be heard over all the others,
"Hwah! There's so much meat!!"
"Luffy, don't eat it all by yourself!"

The look on Law's face suggests that he is annoyed yet tiredly resigned to the level of ambient noise around him. More importantly, his face is clearly visible since his hat is noteably absent.]

If anyone happens to see my hat around, please return it to me. It-
["Nami-swaaaaaan! You can sleep in my bed toni-" cut short by the distinct sound of someone being smacked in the face.]
... I'll attach a picture. Let me know if you've seen it.

[He ends the feed with a sigh. Attached is a picture of the desert with Law's signature furry white hat rolling by like a tumbleweed.

(OOC: Feel free to assume a sighting of Law's hat, the more people who have seen it but not grabbed it, the funnier.)]

backthatup

I cannot-- [ Let's start again. ]

For those who do not know... I am Genji.

There is rarely a time that I feel I should apologize for my entire existence, but the amount of embarrassment that I feel upon having to relive the memories of my younger... more impertinent self... calls for it.

flashbanging

[ Having seen off his squidge into the wild blue yonder of this planet, Jesse reckons it's at last time for him to truly enjoy a guilt-free smoke. He's sitting by a clear, bubbling stream, legs stretched out, bionic hand draped over one knee. He's got a fresh cigarillo--one of his last--in his good hand, and he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]

Hey, y'all. Them ALASTAIR folks made me magic.

[ He obviously thinks this is one of the greatest things that's ever happened to him. He pulls off his glove--there's a flash of a tattoo on his inner wrist, something vaguely skull-shaped--and he pops the cigarillo into his mouth. He arches both eyebrows in a 'Check this out' kind of way as he touches his index finger to the tip of the cigarillo, which ignites shortly thereafter. Jesse puffs, exhaling a cloud of rich, hazy smoke. ]

Fine as frog hair split three ways.

[ Puff. ]

'Course, I know it ain't nothin' compared to a lot of you, but I don't got much personal experience with makin' things happen just by thinking on em real hard. And speaking of ...

[ He flexes his good arm, wincing slightly. He drawls, his warm tones turned sheepish. ]

Turns out, wrestlin' with bonafide Greek god-damn legends wasn't the greatest idea I ever had. My muscles are still screaming something awful. I'd be much obliged if one of you would take a look. Especially if you got those healing hands.

[ He settles back on the grass, smoking the cigarillo, and reaches to adjust his serape--but his fingers glow magma red. A second later, the serape starts to hiss and burn. ]

Ah--damn it--not again--

[ As the image cuts, he's diving for that stream. ]

backthatup

This is odd. To say the least.

The intentions sound much like those of a group I have come to know and care for, but I cannot help but wonder if that is as far as it goes. They would never force anyone to partake in missions that they did not want to themselves. Regardless of the reasons. That is not their way. But I am being rude and speaking of what I am seeing first rather than through understanding. They do not sound like they are "bad people," and it is not as though I am not speaking to the choir, yes?

Still, I write these words down with the hope my feelings will change in time. I hope to look back at these words and find them to be false. That way if others come with these same feelings that I will have an answer for them that will speak to the doubt and uncertainty that I feel now and will most like be mirrored in them. I write, too, my name.

I am Genji. Pleasure to meet you.

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