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omfgwthasdlfkajsdlf [Voice//Action] [backdated to the morning after the Spades arrive at Humildad]
Man I feel like shit this mornin'. Anyone else feel like they been bitin' shit all night or somethin'? Neck an' back's outta sorts, too, an' my shirt don't fit no more. Damn, musta shrunk on the island or somethin' cuz I-
Wait.
THE HELL HAPPENED T' MY HANDS? HOLY SHIT I TURNED INT' A GHOST AN' I'M POSSESSIN' A HUMAN!!! WHO KNOWS 'BOUT SPIRITS AN' SHIT I NEED HELP QUICK!!!!
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THE HELL HAPPENED T' MY HANDS? HOLY SHIT I TURNED INT' A GHOST AN' I'M POSSESSIN' A HUMAN!!! WHO KNOWS 'BOUT SPIRITS AN' SHIT I NEED HELP QUICK!!!!
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What's wrong? [Ignoring his comments about possessing a human right now, cus clearly he's being dumb.]
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[Shit, she's not going to listen. Namur gets to his feet and finds his balance- Lord of the Sea, he has to hold his head WAY too far back for this to work- and manages to stumble over to wherever Haruta had made her bed for the night. He's still eight feet tall, but his proportions are not as exaggerated, and he stands straight rather than hunched. His eyes are wide, his expression startled.]
Look at me. This ain't right.
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[When he spoke she lost balance, flailing a moment, journal flying left, blanket falling off and THUD... she hit the ground, only to peek out past the hammock to look up at his humanish face] ... N-Namur?!
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Gross.]
In the really tingly super thin flesh, baby. 'S this what clothes feel like t' y'all? No wonder Ace never wears more'n he has t'.
[His shirt, now grossly misproportioned, hangs loose around his neck and shoulders. Thankfully his pants still fit, though they look like they could use an extra three or four inches at the bottom.]
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How can such a thing be? [That was confusing to say the least.] Perhaps I can see if one of my galdrars can help.
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Got one for gettin' spirits outta bodies they ain't s'posed t' be in cuz this is not me.
I look.
I'm.
Human.
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There are a couple I can try.... if I was in Serenes I could ask the forest for a specfic one to use.
(That is how she learn Galdrars, by being in Serenes.)
Come into the sick bay and I will see what I can do for you.
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[He arrives not long after, losing his balance and grasping at the doorframe.]
Ow, shit! This damn body's gonna be a pain in the ass!
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[The tone isn't challenging. The smartass comment is just because Harlock isn't a dumbass. There are two kinds of people, after all...]
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Have you thought about having someone throw Roasted soybeans at you while yelling "Demons out! Luck in!"?
[His crew liked doing it every Sesubun. Harlock was very sure it was an excuse to throw the beans at him in the name of tradition. With his friend leading the charge it was difficult to stop them.]
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This dude has my same tats.
[A bit of a shuffling noise as Namur checks himself.]
Everywhere.
Shit, y' might be on t' somethin'. Okay, so. How do I change me back?
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[Action] 1/3
[Which is why he doesn't immediately look up at Namur's haki presence.]
Hey Namur.
[Reading....]
[Glance...]
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[SO VERY MUCH LINEFACE.]
[FOREVER AND EVER.]
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[There are only three possibilities. 1) Marco is hallucinating. Being human is making him hallucinate. That's just... fabulous. 2) Namur's been turned human too. Maybe this is the island of HUMAN-Y-HUMAN-HUMANITY FUCKING SHIT. Does that mean Leanne is human too?! OR NAMI!?! OR ACE?! 3) This is some sort of fresh new hell devised by the most evil minds in existence, and needs revenge immediately.]
[Okay.]
[He's gotta stay calm.]
[For them both. And the crew.]
[And wow Namur.... just.... wow.]
[Marco gets up, and tugs the burly man-bro into a hard hug.] Okay... I guess I'm not the only one who lost a species around here, eh? Too bad Jozu and Rakuyo aren't here, they'd be dying of laughter, yoi. [PATS NAMUR'S SHOULDERS AND HEAD ROUGHLY.] It'll be okay. I don't know if it's something from the island, weather, or navy, but I promise you, I will fix it.
Jeez. I wonder what Jinbei would look like as a ... [He refuses to call you human man. He just won't insult you like that. Deep in your heart and his you will always be a shark okay.] This.
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He's already talked with Haruta and had his moment of freaking out. So now it's just a matter of getting used to this shit and waiting it out. So he shrugs.]
They'd be laughin' 'til I fed 'em a shitty limited-time-only human knuckle sandwich. Then they'd be cryin' at the nurses. Heheheh!
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[Tugs on a cheek, and instantly scowls at it.] I miss your shark cheeks.
[Mr. Sensitive this one.]
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Wait, what the hell're you talkin' about, Namur? I saw you a few days ago. You eat a Devil Fruit?
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'S the shitty island, far as anyone can tell.
Oh. An' I ain't a ghost. My body turned human.
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