#012

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure of a lot of things, but not having fallen asleep in some sort of restaurant, well, that's... that's something he's sure he didn't do. His face had been firmly planted into a counter top, and he's sitting on a stool, and his back HURTS, DAMN.

And it looks like it's not just him that's waking up in this place.]

...Huh? Oi, what the hell's going on now?!



[ooc: Open, herp. Uhhh probably not for journal use, since we'll just be reading Paradisa: The Comic Book. Feel free to threadjack in this post if you want some generalized 'wtf diner' threadage.]

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[flambage.livejournal.com]

Why, get us free, of course.

[He stands away a bit, lowers his stance, then charges forward and KICKS HARD! The sound is, well. It's very solid. And somehow his bones didn't break, but neither did the door.]

That can't be normal.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Uh, Sanji? You're not one of those super powered f--residents, are you?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Huh? No, I didn't eat a devil fruit or nothing. [That's right. He really is a normal human, where he comes from. More kicks to that door, each more than powerful enough to break down a steel wall! Listen to those solid impacts!]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[That's a terrifying thought. She's listening and she's not quite believing it.]

So no superpowers? No experimental medicines? No being dropped on your head as an infant on a radioactive rock?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

I got left on an island with no food for a couple months. That's about it.

[Clearly, kicking the door isn't working. His shoes are starting to smoke.]

You might want to back up a little more. I don't like doing this next thing in tight quarters, but if it'll open up the door...

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[The question of how the hell he's still alive can wait. This is Harley vaulting over the counter and ducking behind it.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Discuss it later! That's smart thinking, getting for cover, because this love-drunk fool is starting to spin. And spin. And spin. He's a literal blur, like a little mini-tornado man, and napkins are getting kicked up from nearby.

Oh yeah, and the base of the tornado is starting to glow red. That's important.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[What. The. Hell.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Aaaaand... STOP! Sanji's back, it's all good.



Except his right leg is glowing like a piece of superheated steel. Pants and all, somehow not on fire.]

Let's see how it can stand up to this!

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[At her current backing up rate, she's gonna be at the other side of the kitchen by the time he does...whatever he's gonna do.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[.......She keeps fleeing, this is awkward. How is she going to watch his magnificence now?]

Harley-chan, don't be afraid! All of you, we'll soon be free! Premier Haché, go!

[He backs up a bit, then CHARGE! And holy flaming kicks to that door that will of course be doing absolutely nothing.]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[UM]

...did it work?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[HOLD ON STILL SMASHING THE DOOR.

...OKAY DONE.]

I-I can't believe it! What is this, this ain't glass!

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

That's what I said!

[Not really, but she did think it.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[He may not remember her saying that, but CLEARLY it just means he forgot. Oh, and his leg is cooling down, no problems here.]

...I guess we're stuck here for the time being.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

Um, how did you— [ She makes a vague twisting motion with her hand, pointing at his leg.]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Hm? [Glancing downward and looking around-- oh, right!] That? Oh, that's just a trick I picked up a couple years back.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

A trick? Where'd you learn it?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Invented it myself! It's very impressive, isn't it? [Wink wink, sparkle sparkle!]

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

It's--I'm speechless.

[Which is a remarkably difficult task to achieve. Congratulations for doing it.]

1/2

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Opening for being amazing spotted!]

It's nothing special, just something I invented when regular kicks just aren't enough--

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Regular kicks aren't enough. Diable Jambe kicks aren't enough. Wait, this means he failed.]

--It really is nothing special.

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[He's back to moping. She shakes her head. He is so damaged.]

Don't feel bad. [Leaning over the counter to pat him on the head.] I tried throwing a stool at it and it didn't even crack.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Go, psychiatrist girl. Work your magic.]

F-forgive me, Harley-chan! I may have failed, but I'll make our stay here in this place as painless as possible! You may use me as a pillow at night to keep you comfortable!

[madandbad.livejournal.com]

[...this might beyond her ability to help.]

No, that's okay. [Resisting urge to back away. For an entirely different reason than before.] Why don't we try and see if there's any other exit?