Trafalgar Law
@deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
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Dinner is being had, a bowl before him and a paper in hand, reading over the inane ramblings of whatever gossip fills the World Economy News Paper today.
The bowl is filled with a hardy rice and meat stew that's lazily being consumed.
"...flattery will get you nowhere." Law idly hums back.
The bowl is filled with a hardy rice and meat stew that's lazily being consumed.
"...flattery will get you nowhere." Law idly hums back.
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"Oh~ my handsome captain is around I hear..." They peek into the galley, wondering if he's having dinner there tonight.
"Oh~ my handsome captain is around I hear..." They peek into the galley, wondering if he's having dinner there tonight.
May 26, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Dinner is being had, a bowl before him and a paper in hand, reading over the inane ramblings of whatever gossip fills the World Economy News Paper today.
The bowl is filled with a hardy rice and meat stew that's lazily being consumed.
"...flattery will get you nowhere." Law idly hums back.
The bowl is filled with a hardy rice and meat stew that's lazily being consumed.
"...flattery will get you nowhere." Law idly hums back.
"...I might be sick," he confesses with a small frown. "Though minor symptoms conclude if I am, I am no longer in the stage of contagion. Most likely, at least."
Law wants to sink a little, to hide, the notion of curling up somewhere highly desirable to him at the moment.
"It's a sore throat."
Law wants to sink a little, to hide, the notion of curling up somewhere highly desirable to him at the moment.
"It's a sore throat."
"Just wanted to pop by and check on ya"
Tamara sits down next to him
"Doing ok captain?"
Tamara sits down next to him
"Doing ok captain?"
"Tired, I suppose." Law hums back with a light grunt. He's certain he's forgotten something now, but it mustn't be important if it's slipping from him.
"Did you need something?"
"Did you need something?"
May 26, 2025 at 1:08 AM
"...I might be sick," he confesses with a small frown. "Though minor symptoms conclude if I am, I am no longer in the stage of contagion. Most likely, at least."
Law wants to sink a little, to hide, the notion of curling up somewhere highly desirable to him at the moment.
"It's a sore throat."
Law wants to sink a little, to hide, the notion of curling up somewhere highly desirable to him at the moment.
"It's a sore throat."
"Tired, I suppose." Law hums back with a light grunt. He's certain he's forgotten something now, but it mustn't be important if it's slipping from him.
"Did you need something?"
"Did you need something?"
"Hey, what's up with that look?"
She tilts her head at the surgeon
She tilts her head at the surgeon
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something.
He's not the type to wave really.
He's not the type to wave really.
May 25, 2025 at 1:25 AM
"Tired, I suppose." Law hums back with a light grunt. He's certain he's forgotten something now, but it mustn't be important if it's slipping from him.
"Did you need something?"
"Did you need something?"
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something.
He's not the type to wave really.
He's not the type to wave really.
Waves at @deadlysurgeon.bsky.social
May 25, 2025 at 1:19 AM
A slow blink back... and the ominous undercurrent that he might have forgotten about something.
He's not the type to wave really.
He's not the type to wave really.
Reposted by Trafalgar Law
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ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜
ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦
ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱
ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶
𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀
🏴☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣
ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜
ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦
ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱
ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶
𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀
🏴☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣
May 24, 2025 at 6:21 PM
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ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜
ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦
ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱
ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶
𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀
🏴☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣
ᡣ𐭩︵ ͜
ㅤ 𝔜 彡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞.ᐟ.ᐟ✦
ㅤㅤ 𝔬 ꒱ 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ꒱
ㅤㅤ 𝔫 ㅤ ︶ ͡ ۫ ·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✹•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ۫ ͡ ︶
𝔨 ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
𝔬 S͎t͎r͎a͎w͎ ͎H͎a͎t͎ ⠀ ⠀
🏴☠️ ⍣ ༝༚༝༚ 𝓒𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 ༝༚༝༚ ⍣
Reposted by Trafalgar Law
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⠀ ⠀ 火拳のエース | 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝑒
⠀ ⠀ 火拳のエース | 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝑒
April 18, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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⠀ ⠀ 火拳のエース | 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝑒
⠀ ⠀ 火拳のエース | 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒜𝒸𝑒
"Going to call the marines?" A smirk. Gold eyes like coins themselves glance over. The more common ones are slipped into a different pocket but a few rare, or ones Law just found appealing, are subtly slipped into the inner band of his hat.
Tucked away for safe keeping to be dealt with later.
Tucked away for safe keeping to be dealt with later.
April 17, 2025 at 6:37 PM
"Going to call the marines?" A smirk. Gold eyes like coins themselves glance over. The more common ones are slipped into a different pocket but a few rare, or ones Law just found appealing, are subtly slipped into the inner band of his hat.
Tucked away for safe keeping to be dealt with later.
Tucked away for safe keeping to be dealt with later.
Not wanting the pain of soup all over him, tattooed hands move on reflex. The bowl accepted, even if Law was completely unprepared for... whatever this was.
He's not against udon. Chewy as they were, it's a more than filling meal. And while he wants to question hows and whys. Why him? Why not ++
He's not against udon. Chewy as they were, it's a more than filling meal. And while he wants to question hows and whys. Why him? Why not ++
April 17, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Not wanting the pain of soup all over him, tattooed hands move on reflex. The bowl accepted, even if Law was completely unprepared for... whatever this was.
He's not against udon. Chewy as they were, it's a more than filling meal. And while he wants to question hows and whys. Why him? Why not ++
He's not against udon. Chewy as they were, it's a more than filling meal. And while he wants to question hows and whys. Why him? Why not ++
Easy enough for that hatted head to nod in understanding. He too had a grasp of what it meant to have to cook for others. It had been something he had, had to do even at such a young age for someone much, much older than himself.
"Understandable. Cooking for survival is a good skill to have. ++
"Understandable. Cooking for survival is a good skill to have. ++
April 17, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Easy enough for that hatted head to nod in understanding. He too had a grasp of what it meant to have to cook for others. It had been something he had, had to do even at such a young age for someone much, much older than himself.
"Understandable. Cooking for survival is a good skill to have. ++
"Understandable. Cooking for survival is a good skill to have. ++
It's peaceful. Docile.
The sun makes for a nice day, the breeze cool and comfortable. And Law is unperturbed by her presence at the table with him.
A lazy bite of cake here and there, but he's wrapped up in the text held in tattooed hands.
The sun makes for a nice day, the breeze cool and comfortable. And Law is unperturbed by her presence at the table with him.
A lazy bite of cake here and there, but he's wrapped up in the text held in tattooed hands.
Omi sits near him with a cup of coffee and a sketch book. They can't help glancing toward him occassionally.
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
April 17, 2025 at 6:26 PM
It's peaceful. Docile.
The sun makes for a nice day, the breeze cool and comfortable. And Law is unperturbed by her presence at the table with him.
A lazy bite of cake here and there, but he's wrapped up in the text held in tattooed hands.
The sun makes for a nice day, the breeze cool and comfortable. And Law is unperturbed by her presence at the table with him.
A lazy bite of cake here and there, but he's wrapped up in the text held in tattooed hands.
Gold eyes lift at the noise to blink slow. Law's able to read cues enough. The book gently closing to be laid aside in favor of accepting a cup of coffee, as if he'd reject coffee of all things.
It feels like a strange date.
"...Are we splitting the cake?"
It feels like a strange date.
"...Are we splitting the cake?"
clears her throat, seating herself with two steaming mugs of coffee.
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
April 17, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Gold eyes lift at the noise to blink slow. Law's able to read cues enough. The book gently closing to be laid aside in favor of accepting a cup of coffee, as if he'd reject coffee of all things.
It feels like a strange date.
"...Are we splitting the cake?"
It feels like a strange date.
"...Are we splitting the cake?"
"...Thank you." Because someone at least raised him with manners, taciturn as he could be. The book is set aside, dog-eared, to turn his full attention to the tea and cake.
Sweet, sour, and laced with lemon, it's...
"Perfect..." Exactly what he enjoys.
Sweet, sour, and laced with lemon, it's...
"Perfect..." Exactly what he enjoys.
Swirling over with a tray in hand, he placed a cup of tea down beside of him.
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
April 17, 2025 at 6:21 PM
"...Thank you." Because someone at least raised him with manners, taciturn as he could be. The book is set aside, dog-eared, to turn his full attention to the tea and cake.
Sweet, sour, and laced with lemon, it's...
"Perfect..." Exactly what he enjoys.
Sweet, sour, and laced with lemon, it's...
"Perfect..." Exactly what he enjoys.
( It's a sigh. Even though Law would say he's just breathing, the low, deep breath in through his nose and out again is a sigh.
He's not surprised.
He does, however, take a single bite of the cake first before sliding the plate at Ace. Knowing it's a lost cause. )
He's not surprised.
He does, however, take a single bite of the cake first before sliding the plate at Ace. Knowing it's a lost cause. )
( eyeing the cake, and then the back of his hat. . then the side of his face )
( slowly sliding in beside him )
. . . can i try that
( manners, ace. this man is the serious, grumpy sort )
( slowly sliding in beside him )
. . . can i try that
( manners, ace. this man is the serious, grumpy sort )
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
April 17, 2025 at 6:18 PM
( It's a sigh. Even though Law would say he's just breathing, the low, deep breath in through his nose and out again is a sigh.
He's not surprised.
He does, however, take a single bite of the cake first before sliding the plate at Ace. Knowing it's a lost cause. )
He's not surprised.
He does, however, take a single bite of the cake first before sliding the plate at Ace. Knowing it's a lost cause. )
( In the ROOM, Law is aware of everything. Himself, Ace. Where both start and stop and begin and end, down to a cellular level. He's aware of all they have on their persons, of the ground under them and what's further under the ground as well.
Law simply just knows.
It's how that sword is able ++
Law simply just knows.
It's how that sword is able ++
liver bobbing off to his right )
April 17, 2025 at 6:16 PM
( In the ROOM, Law is aware of everything. Himself, Ace. Where both start and stop and begin and end, down to a cellular level. He's aware of all they have on their persons, of the ground under them and what's further under the ground as well.
Law simply just knows.
It's how that sword is able ++
Law simply just knows.
It's how that sword is able ++
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
April 17, 2025 at 12:37 AM
Settled down with a slice of lemon cake and book.
Law does, eventually, slink away into some alley. That massive sword tucked into the crook of an arm and starting to pick through all he's stolen.
Buttons and of the like tossed away without care, while his desired prize of coins held up to the light of the sky as gold eyes scrutinize their worth.
Buttons and of the like tossed away without care, while his desired prize of coins held up to the light of the sky as gold eyes scrutinize their worth.
April 16, 2025 at 4:40 PM
Law does, eventually, slink away into some alley. That massive sword tucked into the crook of an arm and starting to pick through all he's stolen.
Buttons and of the like tossed away without care, while his desired prize of coins held up to the light of the sky as gold eyes scrutinize their worth.
Buttons and of the like tossed away without care, while his desired prize of coins held up to the light of the sky as gold eyes scrutinize their worth.
If he were not using it to steal, it would probably be considered a magic trick, sure. But Law is most interested in interesting things of circular shape with a few passing glances and nothing more.
Loading up his pockets to be picked through later.
Loading up his pockets to be picked through later.
Is he performing magic trick?
Wandering around, wrapped up to his nose in a high collared coat.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
April 16, 2025 at 4:12 PM
If he were not using it to steal, it would probably be considered a magic trick, sure. But Law is most interested in interesting things of circular shape with a few passing glances and nothing more.
Loading up his pockets to be picked through later.
Loading up his pockets to be picked through later.
Wandering around, wrapped up to his nose in a high collared coat.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
April 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Wandering around, wrapped up to his nose in a high collared coat.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
...and slipping interesting trinkets from any little stall he passes into his pockets with a simple sleight of hand trick he learned from when he was a child.
Law gives a small sigh of exasperation, as if it were a chore when he'd half asked for it all without asking. But he doesn't eat. Small and slow and measured while content to hunch over the bowl and keep his sword tucked into the crook of an elbow.
It's... good. In it's own way. Domestic. And ++
It's... good. In it's own way. Domestic. And ++
April 15, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Law gives a small sigh of exasperation, as if it were a chore when he'd half asked for it all without asking. But he doesn't eat. Small and slow and measured while content to hunch over the bowl and keep his sword tucked into the crook of an elbow.
It's... good. In it's own way. Domestic. And ++
It's... good. In it's own way. Domestic. And ++
( She only earns a tired blink. )
If you insist.
If you insist.
it’s an upset stomach, i’d 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 nobody would resort to drastic measures. and no, i don’t know you well. 💢
( clears throat pointedly. ) maybe you should try it.
( clears throat pointedly. ) maybe you should try it.
You clearly do not know me that well if you think I wouldn't.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
April 15, 2025 at 6:14 PM
( She only earns a tired blink. )
If you insist.
If you insist.
You clearly do not know me that well if you think I wouldn't.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
how... masochistic. i doubt you’re serious about taking out your stomach, but some tea might help settle it.
I'm not an idiot to accidentally eat bread. This was intentional. Regrettably.
April 12, 2025 at 7:04 PM
You clearly do not know me that well if you think I wouldn't.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
...
...tea is a possible solution, yes.
It still feels like a debt owed in Law's eyes, even if they've squared it away that it isn't. With a breath, food is accepted, a muted grumble before taking a bite as he does like he claimed he would.
Nibbling on it. Slow and mindful. But eating it all.
There's no thanks given, not spoken at ++
Nibbling on it. Slow and mindful. But eating it all.
There's no thanks given, not spoken at ++
April 12, 2025 at 6:15 PM
It still feels like a debt owed in Law's eyes, even if they've squared it away that it isn't. With a breath, food is accepted, a muted grumble before taking a bite as he does like he claimed he would.
Nibbling on it. Slow and mindful. But eating it all.
There's no thanks given, not spoken at ++
Nibbling on it. Slow and mindful. But eating it all.
There's no thanks given, not spoken at ++
Gold eyes become a dubious glare, "...this feels like a trap."
Shrugging, she outs her hands out. "Take my paws~ I'll take the punishment."
"I prefer to claim I was persuaded to eat some and regret it completely. I can't fault people for my reaction but it would make me feel better to steal hands."
April 12, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Gold eyes become a dubious glare, "...this feels like a trap."
I'm not an idiot to accidentally eat bread. This was intentional. Regrettably.
did you accidentally eat bread or something?
I'm not above taking my own stomach out if this nausea does not subside.
April 12, 2025 at 6:06 PM
I'm not an idiot to accidentally eat bread. This was intentional. Regrettably.
Seems they both have standards. The medic in Law similar in the sense of a weird duty to help.
While he'd like to hoard his own favors for gambits that would help him later...
"...I suppose this makes us even for your thanks then." He finally sighs and hides more in his hat at his own softness.
While he'd like to hoard his own favors for gambits that would help him later...
"...I suppose this makes us even for your thanks then." He finally sighs and hides more in his hat at his own softness.
April 12, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Seems they both have standards. The medic in Law similar in the sense of a weird duty to help.
While he'd like to hoard his own favors for gambits that would help him later...
"...I suppose this makes us even for your thanks then." He finally sighs and hides more in his hat at his own softness.
While he'd like to hoard his own favors for gambits that would help him later...
"...I suppose this makes us even for your thanks then." He finally sighs and hides more in his hat at his own softness.