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003 - audio, action for Million Merrily

[Rogue assumed she still had her powers. She'd spent her entire life being trained not to touch people, and she'd gotten used to the fact that she wouldn't be rid of her curse. So, she'd spent the whole while avoiding touching anyone and trying to find some gloves that would fit.

Still. Okay. She can handle this.

Until, randomly, it happens. Flashes of a life that isn't her own. Of a battle she's never fought. Of emotions she isn't experiencing. Of pain she isn't feeling. There's a lot of it, and it doesn't stop right away, so she goes down. Kneels on the deck of Million Merrily, hands in her hair, clutching the sides of her head.

When it's over, she all but pounces on the nearest journal.]

Whoever's got my body -- and y'know who you are -- don' touch anybody! Jus' stop! Put on the damn gloves that're by my bed, an' don' touch anyone!

[And, a few seconds later--]

Oh. An'. Back left pocket. There's a card there. Take it out. Put it. I dunno. Put it under my pillow. Or somethin'.

Anythin' happens to that card, I'll tan your hide, got it?!

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[Unfortunate timing has Rogue kneeling down just as Draco is experimentally flinging an arm out to see how this "being made of rubber, what the hell" thing really works. His hand zooms across the deck, much to his awed bewilderment, only it's...not easy to control, really, and being rubber and all, his hand doesn't stay on the opposite end of the deck and instead starts snapping back into place almost immediately.

Which is weird, and he ends up flailing his arm around a little trying to grab onto something to stop it.

That something ends up being the railing just next to Rogue.

But his arm still seems determined to recoil back to its natural state, and as such now his body is pulled forward. He's lifted straight off his feet as he zooms toward the rail he's clinging to, only unfortunately Rogue is in the way and so OF COURSE he crashes straight into her and winds up flopped on top of her in an ungainly heap.

Oof.

Sorry, Rogue. Have a groaning Draco in Luffy's body who's in the middle of hating life.]

What're you--

[It's so instinctive. So deeply trained in her mind. Grab the shirt, push up with one shoulder and the opposite leg. Flip to pin.

Her body doesn't understand what she wants to do, but her mind does. Which gives her some control over the muscles. It's just not as smooth and swift and hard as it should be.

As years of training should have made it.]

Get off!

[Never mind that she might now be pinning him.]

[HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT, WHAT IS THAT.

Draco fights with a wand. Since he doesn't currently have his wand, he's rather useless against such a move and just gives another oof as he suddenly ends up his back, blinking up at the sky.]

For Merlin's sake, woman, I didn't do that on purpose!

[Pushes her away (not really aware of the strength Luffy's body has, SORRY AGAIN) and scrambles to sit up, rubbing at the back of his head.

Then he remembers exactly what it was he just did, and realizes he shoved at her on top of that, good lord, his mother would be horrified with his manners -- and his eyes widen.]

Oh, bloody hell, sorry! Are you alright??

[The force of the shove is enough to jolt her.

Despite the body's unfamiliarity with the position and the dress, Rogue still recovers, poised in a crouch and ready to spring at him if she needs to.

But... he's just as freaked out as she is.

So, she goes down onto one knee and then pushes herself up, brushing off dirt that isn't going to come out that easily.]

'M fine. Sorry 'bout that... kinda used t'-- y'know.

Fight or get hurt. That kinda thing.

[But.

But she got someone else's memories.

And.

And he touched her. She touched him.

Without hurting him.

That's...

She shakes her head, focusing.]

'M Rogue. Sorry 'bout that. Kinda instinct, y'know?

[Doesn't know, no. But then he's not used to random people lunging at him and slamming him to the ground and perhaps this person is, wherever they're from.

He just kind of frowns at her until she says her name, and then he blinks again.]

Rogue...?

[She doesn't sound like the Rogue he recently spoke to. But, well. Hardly surprising, given...things.]

We spoke on the journals not long ago. [Pause.] Or rather, when I was in my proper body, I spoke to you. I'm Draco.

[She smiles a bit. The Southern charm doesn't work quite as well when it's not her voice. And when things aren't this weird. But.]

Nice t'-- talk t' you again, then.

An' sorry 'bout that.

[Way too used to having to fight.]

[Waves his hand dismissively and straightens up a little, pulling his legs in to sit cross-legged.]

Wasn't your fault. I seem to recall I slammed into you, so I believe I should be the one apologizing.

[He looks down at his hand, alternating between clenching it into a fist and flexing his fingers out.]

I was attempting to figure out this body. It's incredibly...odd.

Seems like it.

[After all, she definitely saw movement -- not clearly, but enough to notice it -- that shouldn't have happened before she got knocked down.

She approaches a bit and kneels, offering a smile.]

What's odd 'bout it? Maybe I can help.

[Arches an eyebrow at her.]

Oh, just this.

[Then he grabs his wrist and pulls -- and she'll have the pleasure of seeing his arm stretch quite unnaturally, like he's made of bloody taffy or something.]

[She watches... without much surprise.

Just a bit of a raise of her eyebrows.]

Okay. So that's what we're dealin' with. Okay.

First thing y' gotta do? Breathe.

Take a couple of deep breaths an' try t' focus.

[Thank you, Xavier Institute. She has (sort of) dealt with this before.]

It's your body. May not be used t' it. Like this. But it is.

Your mind? Controls it.

Now. Take another couple breaths. An' I want you t' focus.

[A smile.]

Pick somethin'. Just somethin' 'round the deck. Think 'bout it, look at it, an' concentrate. Then, you jus' sit right here, reach out, an' grab it. Bring it back.

Don' worry if y' can' do it right away. Jus' try.

Who is this? You sound like Rogue, but I'm not familiar with the voice, yoi.

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It's Rogue. Don' know this girl's name, don' care.

I jus' know she's wanderin' 'round without gloves on, an' I'm payin' the price for it.

Aha...

Wait...

How's that?

Dunno. All I know is I got a good dose of memories that ain' mine. Which prob'ly means she touched someone, 'cause I didn't.

Great.

I'll see what I can do to take care of it.

[Keimi's chest lightens. The accent might be a bit... off, but that is definitely Anna's voice. Not her own voice is particularly correct at the moment.]

Anna-chin! Are you alright? Everyone's all mixed up!

Sorry, but -- I ain' Anna.

[Still. That gives her a name. Tells her who she's looking for.]

O-oh.

[You can almost hear the pout in her voice.]

Do you know where she is? Still on Merrily, I hope.

Dunno. If she's where I was... then she'd be on the Sun.

The Sun? That's one of the Spade ships, isn't it?

[So, she knows where to reach out to, at least.]

Do you know Luffy-chin's brother, then?

I've met Luffy.

[And the only one she knows who's actually talked about having brothers is--]

I know Marco, if y' mean him.

I'm still gettin' t' know everyone. 'M pretty new.

Nn. Ace is Luffy-chin's brother, but I know Marco-chin, too.

[But with all these names flying around, maybe she should add her own to the mix.]

I'm Keimi, and that body you're in belongs to my sister, Anna.

Oh, I've met Ace. So, he's Luffy's brother. Got it.

[A pause.]

An' I'm sorry 'bout your sister. Didn' mean for this t' happen or anythin'.

[Oh. Right. She hasn't introduced herself.]

'M Rogue.

Nice to meet you, Rogue-chin.

I don't think anyone wanted this to happen, except maybe Davy Jones. Anna-chin is strong, she'll be okay. I just want to find her.

[Adoptive or not, Anna is family, and nakama. She needs to make sure that she is still okay.]

Can I trust you to take care of her body?

Promise.

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