Elsa the Snow Queen (
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006 ℱrozen ℱractals ❄ Audio / Action for Straw Hats (backdated to the 10th)
[There's something "off" the moment Elsa starts speaking, an edge in her speech that wasn't there before. Sharp and cold, almost as if it is ready to slash something at any moment. It's not exactly contained anger, but it's the kind of tone that would suggest that her patience is running low.]
I saw it again, black mist climbing over the side of the ship.
[She doesn't know how long it was around, for some reason there's a span of time missing from her memories, as if she had passed out. But as far as she can tell she's perfectly normal so she doesn't pay attention to it. Neither to the horns that she has on her head across her forehead nor to the black colour of her ice dress. There's an exasperated sigh before some amusement slips into her voice and an unseen twisted smile visits her lips.]
And of course we weren't able to do anything about it. No one can do anything, right? How come that, despite having several people being here for over a year, and having access someone who offers at least one answer to a question per week... We know nothing of real value?
Not that I blame anyone... [Though it doesn't seem as if she will be sorry if people interpret it that way.] But it's a fact that we're practically as helpless as when we just arrived. One would have thought we would have made some progress beyond maybe finding a couple of those shards which we still don't even know if they will really be of use. But, alas, that's not the case. We're still nothing but foreign little ducks in a row waiting to be taken down.
[It's hard to say, due the dark amusement in her tone, if Elsa is frustrated by all this or not. Actually, she's not, except for the part of being unable to protect herself or her companions from the effects of this world. The sole idea of her crewmates getting affected again makes her want to stab someone with an ice spear. Several times.]
Anyway, Straw Hats, isn't it a bit too hot lately? You won't mind if I cool things down a little bit, will you?
[Elsa doesn't really wait for an answer, it's a rhetoric question after all. With a wave from her hand the temperature around a large area surrounding the ship drops to deep winter levels. Besides that, caution is recommended around the ice queen, patches of ice making people slip or be stuck in place due ice on their feet are to be expected at the very least.]
I saw it again, black mist climbing over the side of the ship.
[She doesn't know how long it was around, for some reason there's a span of time missing from her memories, as if she had passed out. But as far as she can tell she's perfectly normal so she doesn't pay attention to it. Neither to the horns that she has on her head across her forehead nor to the black colour of her ice dress. There's an exasperated sigh before some amusement slips into her voice and an unseen twisted smile visits her lips.]
And of course we weren't able to do anything about it. No one can do anything, right? How come that, despite having several people being here for over a year, and having access someone who offers at least one answer to a question per week... We know nothing of real value?
Not that I blame anyone... [Though it doesn't seem as if she will be sorry if people interpret it that way.] But it's a fact that we're practically as helpless as when we just arrived. One would have thought we would have made some progress beyond maybe finding a couple of those shards which we still don't even know if they will really be of use. But, alas, that's not the case. We're still nothing but foreign little ducks in a row waiting to be taken down.
[It's hard to say, due the dark amusement in her tone, if Elsa is frustrated by all this or not. Actually, she's not, except for the part of being unable to protect herself or her companions from the effects of this world. The sole idea of her crewmates getting affected again makes her want to stab someone with an ice spear. Several times.]
Anyway, Straw Hats, isn't it a bit too hot lately? You won't mind if I cool things down a little bit, will you?
[Elsa doesn't really wait for an answer, it's a rhetoric question after all. With a wave from her hand the temperature around a large area surrounding the ship drops to deep winter levels. Besides that, caution is recommended around the ice queen, patches of ice making people slip or be stuck in place due ice on their feet are to be expected at the very least.]
[action]
...Fuck, this again?
[After last time... Ugh. So he snatches the journal up and bursts out of the galley and onto the deck, looking around for Elsa. And signs of any mist.]
Elsa-san?? Where's this shitty mist?
[action]
Back to wherever it comes from I would guess. I saw it creeping up to the deck, but that's all. I don't know why, but I missed how long it was around and when it left.
[Her tone is dismissive either way, after all...]
Why? Do you suddenly have a way to fight off the mist and avoid anyone being affected?
[Because she honestly doubts it, specially if her teasing tone is any indication of it.]
[action]
Nah, I wish it was that fucking easy but we ain't that lucky. Do you—?
[Whiiich is about when he finally looks at her, and just comes to a dead halt. He blinks a few times.]
...Uh. You feeling alright, Elsa-san?
[action]
[She doesn't seem to mind his halted question, neither notices the way he looks at her, distracted by playing with some snowflakes. It's at his actual full question that Elsa turns her attention to him.]
I feel fine, great even. And as far as I know I've not forgotten anyone so unless someone else has been affected I guess that this time it skipped us aside from paying us a visit.
[action]
If I was gonna get back at Zoro, I'd just kick his ass. Don't need any shitty mist for that.
[He arches an eyebrow.]
Haven't seen that dress before. It's nice. Is it new?
[action]
[The smile she gives him is anything, but mischievous at the very least and malicious at most. She seems honestly amused though, even if her tone is sharper than usual, not to mention her repeating the "s" word.
She raises an eyebrow at his next question, looking down at her dress for a moment as if to make sure before she shakes her head, chuckling softly.]
What are you talking about? You have seen me in this countless of times. Or is that a subtle attempt to tell me that I should redo my dress designs? Would... Something shorter be more of your taste?
[She raises her skirt slightly, giving him a teasing look.]
[action]
I don't care how old that idiot is, I can take him. I've improved in the year I've been here!
[But okay, calm down. Not important. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, expression smoothing over again, though concern is starting to creep in around the edges.
At least until she shows off her leg. That has Sanji's heart pounding hard in his chest suddenly as he stares, a goofy grin starting to form—
No.
Stop it, you dumbass.
He shakes his head.]
.......M-maybe we should take you to see Bepo, Elsa-san, I think you're, ah...not yourself.
[action]
Though it's true that you can take him. I remember you having no trouble getting yourself on top of him back then...
[She doesn't seem to mind the scowl at all, in fact, doesn't she look even more amused at it? How cute, little Sanji being all ruled up at being so far away from the others' time.
Her smile vanishes at his next suggestion, though, and she rolls her eyes in what seems to be exasperation.]
"Not myself"? I'm the same as always, and I told you that I feel great, there's no need for me to go see our giant teddy bear. Actually, even if you were right [And she laughs here because it's so much not the case.], what could he do? Does he have some magic pills that would make myself be "myself" again?
[How stupid. Her attention returns to her dress, with a wave of one hand a wall of ice erects in front of her, reflecting her figure like a mirror. A twirl from her other hand and the ice in her dress takes life, moving over her body as a gentle wave. Her skirt is raised, getting short and shorter until it stops. Any shorter and it wouldn't have enough size to be considered a skirt. Of course, her redesigned dress is still black, but she seems to be satisfied by the time she turns to the cook, again with a teasing smile.]
What do you think? Too long yet?
[action]
[Which is...not strictly true, but comparing himself to Zoro when he knows Zoro is far beyond him at this point doesn't exactly bring out Sanji's best.
He huffs, trying to ignore the irritation and not get flustered at her comments about him "getting on top". Something's definitely not right with Elsa, that much is certainly obvious—
Oh.
And then that happens.]
Elsa-san! Oi, oi, what are you doing??
[Not that Sanji minds, he's used to seeing Nami-san and Robin-chan in outfits that short, but Elsa's always been more, uh...proper. Controlled. Covered.
His hands come flying out of his pockets and he holds them out in front of him to...do what? Help? Cover her legs? What the shit is going to do really?]
It's plenty long, it's fucking gorgeous, your style is impeccable as always!
[Panic? There's no panic here. His voice isn't going high-pitched and wonky as he tries not to peek between his hands and give in to that urge to stare at her lovely, long legs. Nope! Definitely not. He's totally not royally fucked if someone else comes out here and see her shrinking her clothes in front of him, ahahahaaa...]
Now, uh. Maybe you should change it back? It looked really pretty before, too!
[action]
Change it back? But Sanji, weren't you the one who made it sound as if I should redesign my clothes? Or is it that it's not good after all? I can do better if that's so, maybe lower the bust line?
[action]
[Lets his hands fall, because damn, man, be cool already. She's obviously enjoying this, don't give her more ammunition to work with.
He tries to keep his voice more level and, well, normal sounding when he speaks again.]
You look lovely in whatever you decide to wear! As long as you're comfortable, Elsa-san, that's what's important.
[action]
[She laughs again, though she's clearly a bit disappointed as he starts to regain normalcy. She moves to wave a hand and return her dress to how it was but the sole idea leaves a bad taste in her mouth, bitter and acid, just as something clenches her insides. So instead she makes the dress even shorter and more revealing.]
If I were to say that I'm comfortable being naked, would that be okay, then? Would I still look lovely to you?
I wonder though, does Zoro look lovely too in whatever he wears?
[action]
You'll always look lovely to me, Elsa-swan~ Ahh, but I think you'd really rather have clothes on. Right? I mean, clothes are pretty damn awesome. I love clothes.
[The question about Zoro throws him for a moment and cuts off his babbling. He blinks a few times, face going warm.
Then he snorts.]
Hell, that idiot doesn't look lovely ever.
[action]
[At this stage it may be closer to lingerie than clothes, but it feels good. And she closes the distance between them, smiling mischiveously.]
I disagree, though maybe "lovely" is the wrong word. There's certainly something very nice in him, so strong and dependable. It's surprising he isn't "rolling around the floor" with people the whole time, isn't it?
[action]
You are [barely] and you should keep right on doing that! The more clothes, the better!
[More Zoro talk makes him frown.]
Yeah, well. Not really. He was a late shitty bloomer.
[And now he's Sanji's, so. Hmph.]
Also, oblivious as a fucking brick wall. He wouldn't know if someone was interested in him unless they kicked him in the face and screamed it at him.
[Exhibit A...]
[action]
[She smiles teasingly and arching an eyebrow as Sanji answers her comments about Zoro.]
Oooh, so that's why you are always arguing with him? So he notices that you're interested?
[action]
Well. Your opinion is...completely valid, of course. You're more than welcome to it...
[You just might really regret it later, ahahahaaaa fuckity fuck.
Sanji forces an eye roll, like this conversation isn't making him extremely uncomfortable.]
Tch, no, we argue because he's a shithead. [Waves a hand.] He knows I'm interested now, I meant before we...uh. Were doing anything. Took him damn near forever to catch on.