Post by The Love Ballad on Oct 15, 2021 21:33:18 GMT -5
Mag’s expression was partway between smile and grimace, truthfully even he wasn’t entirely aware which was the dominant. He was not fully aware of what to think of the devil fruits and the powers that they granted to those who were fortunate, or unfortunate, enough to consume them. There was no doubt in his mind that they were absurdly powerful, and the fact that his newfound comrade in escaping from the righteous fury of angry citizens had utilised that power to great effect was not lost on him. Yet, there was still something about the unnatural magic that emanated off their users that rendered him uneasy. Mayhap, it was due to his rather humble upbringing in a no-name island in the backwaters of the North Blue, mayhap, it was due to some sort of more ingrown bias that built at the core of his own character. Either way, the pirate did not exactly care. He was aware of the discomfort and chose to ignore it, it was far more profitable to put such uneasiness to rest.
“Seems ‘andy,” Was all he said in response to her assertion, his agreement matter-of-fact.
It took him a while to process that his answer was probably not heard by his new companion, the feeling of emptiness next to him taking a while to process in his brain that was addled by a chemical concoction of adrenaline and remnant alcohol. It was only the sound of a crash and hiss that alerted him to the fact that the woman had failed in her jump. A hiss of his own escaped his lips, frustration filling his gut. Still, he found himself unconsciously turning around to the gap between the buildings, backtracking with a degree of trepidation. Maybe he should just leave her there, after all, he was the one with the cash in hand, she had a whole lot of nothing to her name. He could be onboard a ship off of this island before the woman had a moment to think.
With that thought prominent, he returned to the edge of the building, crouching down as if an eagle overlooking prey. The would-be pirate sniffed as he examined the fruit-user and her rather unenviable predicament, debris and crates had strewn themselves over her body.
He did not jump down, not yet, instead he posed perfectly innocent questions from his position of higher ground, “Shite, y’okay? Can ye’ get out by ye’self?”
“Seems ‘andy,” Was all he said in response to her assertion, his agreement matter-of-fact.
It took him a while to process that his answer was probably not heard by his new companion, the feeling of emptiness next to him taking a while to process in his brain that was addled by a chemical concoction of adrenaline and remnant alcohol. It was only the sound of a crash and hiss that alerted him to the fact that the woman had failed in her jump. A hiss of his own escaped his lips, frustration filling his gut. Still, he found himself unconsciously turning around to the gap between the buildings, backtracking with a degree of trepidation. Maybe he should just leave her there, after all, he was the one with the cash in hand, she had a whole lot of nothing to her name. He could be onboard a ship off of this island before the woman had a moment to think.
With that thought prominent, he returned to the edge of the building, crouching down as if an eagle overlooking prey. The would-be pirate sniffed as he examined the fruit-user and her rather unenviable predicament, debris and crates had strewn themselves over her body.
He did not jump down, not yet, instead he posed perfectly innocent questions from his position of higher ground, “Shite, y’okay? Can ye’ get out by ye’self?”