I survived!
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schneefinkI had my second university exam and I´m sure I passed. Even though I only learned for two days because I was so lazy (something which I will never do again, ever. No, really.) (Now there´s Accounting and Russian and new classes to worry about, but) Done!
Also, I took up knitting. I started about one week ago and I´m already on the third ball of wool for grandmother´s scarf for Christmas. It´s oddly relaxing (study one chapter, knit for a few minutes, study the next chapter...) and the scarf will look great!
Also, I wrote something!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naye had a brilliant idea started a One Piece Drabbles Chaos Thread of Doom (index) about two weeks ago and I couldn´t not participate. I even wrote some "drabbles" (more than one hundred words, though) that I think are not too bad. (I´m sooo proud of myself :D) Posting here just that I don´t forget them.
A OP villain must save a kitten from a tree
"Zehahaha! You want me to do what?"
The plaza was empty. Some of the villagers had run off to the distant hills, others were staring out in shock through the windows, but none of them dared to make a sound.
The two little girls didn´t even seem to notice. The blond one pointed to a small tree nearby and said, sniffling and with tears in her face: "Can you please get my kitty down, please? She´s up there, and she won´t come down, and I don´t know how to get her..."
At the end of the village a man appeared, running towards them, but before he came near them other men tackled him and pulled him into one of the houses. His desperate shouts could still be heard.
"Zehahaha!"
"I bet you can´t do it", the other girl said with her arms crossed and stared at him daringly. "Come, Susan", she said and took the blonde girl´s arm, "we´ll go ask the others if they can bring us a ladder."
"Zehahaha! Raffit, get that kitten down."
"Yes, boss."
"Girl," Blackbeard grinned and leaned down; black smoke rose from his back. "If you ever want to become a pirate, you´ll know where to find me."
The Auction House, Shabondy
They told him that their dogs were vicious creatures. There might have been interbreeding with seakings, they joked, maybe giants - those dogs got as tall as a house! And their teeth, man, you really wouldn´t want to get stuck between them, one bite and you lost your arm, your leg. Why, you´d nearly disappear between their fangs - one bite and you are done for. They´d chew right through metal chains, those dogs, incredibly strong.
Well then, he´d dared to ask, why do you keep them? Why don´t you simply kill them?
What a foolish question, they´d said, and one of them had laughed. Those dogs where the best guards, couldn´t find any better. One look at them and everyone runs away. Sure, they weren´t that cheap to feed, they grinned, but then they tried to sell them off as soon as they were trained. The owners could worry about the feeding. The pups need to be trained immediately, see. So they needed some of the smaller ones as well, they´d send him the measurements, no problem. They´d heard that he made the best work on all the Grandline, people had assured them that they´d find nobody better, and they were sure he wasn´t going to disappoint them, no way. And with these features they could train the dogs better, they got really tame once they knew who their master was.
But wasn´t it cruel, he asked, doubtfully.
No, it wasn´t, they said reassuringly. Really, it was only a safety feature. One demonstration, on a puppet, of course, and the dogs would be totally obedient. Quite bright, those dogs, that made them so useful. So, when could they expect the first delivery?
Excellent, they´d said, excellent. He wouldn´t want to disappoint them, they´d said and smiled, no, he wouldn´t.
Chained in a cell with one of his own inventions around his neck, he wept about his naiveté.
Granpa
He had made his decision a long time ago. He didn´t like to think about it: it was in the past, and he needed to put it behind him, look into the future, always plan for tomorrow.
He should have known it wasn´t going to be so easy.
Marine, revolutionary, pirate. Surely there was irony in it, somewhere. He could appreciate irony, most times.
He´d vowed not to get involved and known he would the next second. Some ties were too strong to be broken. And maybe, just maybe, he didn´t even mind. Maybe he was just a little bit proud.
He´d saved his son once, cursing the need to reveal himself. Cursing the need to help, cursing the realization how vulnerable he had become.
He´d thought of his father, then.
The ocean was wide, he knew that. And he knew the Marines and he knew the other dangers lurking at sea. His son didn´t. And of course his son, his father´s grandson (his mother´s son, his grandmother´s grandson) would meet them all. Especially after that stunt he pulled - he had to smile again.
It was good to know that the brat would have someone else looking out for him, (too). Sure, it was a Marine vice admiral, but he knew now how important family was. Garp would at least have an eye on his grandson.
And maybe, just maybe, in the far distant future. Maybe, if everything worked out, if they won, if they all survived - maybe he would have grandchildren of his own.
Une
The prisoners were whistling and shouting when she was dragged to her cell.
"Take off your top!", they yelled, "we wanna see!"
Assholes, she thought to herself. Just wait until Pops gets to you. Or Marco. (She fought back a grin when she thought about the last guy who´d propositioned to her when Marco was nearby. He´d been stupid and drunk, but Marco hadn´t liked it. At all. Later, she´d shouted at him, saying that she could defend herself. "I know", he´d said and shrugged. "But you´re my sister." She missed him, so much.) Come to think of it, just get her out of those cuffs and she´d beat them up herself.
"I bet the guards want you for themselves, don´t they?"
Une nearly sighed in relief when Magellan finally silenced them. Assholes.
She had to bite back a hiss when he attached her cuffs roughly to the heavy chains in the wall. At least he didn´t stare at her breasts. Dislike him she might, but he was a professional. At the moment she was thankful for every reprieve she got.
(Not even Blackbeard had torn up her bikini top. Probably some weird kind of respect in that twisted up head of his. Or maybe he just didn´t care.)
The heavy doors fell shut with a clang; the guards left without so much as a glance in her direction.
It might be Grandpa, she mused. That was exactly the sort of think he´d do: call Magellan and promise him a brutal death if one guard even laid a finger on his daughter. (Besides the whole dragging her to the cell, of course. That was strictly business.) And he´d follow through with it, too. Yes, probably Grandpa.
She let her head fall forward with a sigh, now that nobody could hear her. The other prisoners were still yelling in the other cages, but many of them from pain. Served them right.
The cell was cold. She closed her eyes and thought of her family.
Also, I took up knitting. I started about one week ago and I´m already on the third ball of wool for grandmother´s scarf for Christmas. It´s oddly relaxing (study one chapter, knit for a few minutes, study the next chapter...) and the scarf will look great!
Also, I wrote something!
naye had a brilliant idea started a One Piece Drabbles Chaos Thread of Doom (index) about two weeks ago and I couldn´t not participate. I even wrote some "drabbles" (more than one hundred words, though) that I think are not too bad. (I´m sooo proud of myself :D) Posting here just that I don´t forget them. A OP villain must save a kitten from a tree
"Zehahaha! You want me to do what?"
The plaza was empty. Some of the villagers had run off to the distant hills, others were staring out in shock through the windows, but none of them dared to make a sound.
The two little girls didn´t even seem to notice. The blond one pointed to a small tree nearby and said, sniffling and with tears in her face: "Can you please get my kitty down, please? She´s up there, and she won´t come down, and I don´t know how to get her..."
At the end of the village a man appeared, running towards them, but before he came near them other men tackled him and pulled him into one of the houses. His desperate shouts could still be heard.
"Zehahaha!"
"I bet you can´t do it", the other girl said with her arms crossed and stared at him daringly. "Come, Susan", she said and took the blonde girl´s arm, "we´ll go ask the others if they can bring us a ladder."
"Zehahaha! Raffit, get that kitten down."
"Yes, boss."
"Girl," Blackbeard grinned and leaned down; black smoke rose from his back. "If you ever want to become a pirate, you´ll know where to find me."
The Auction House, Shabondy
They told him that their dogs were vicious creatures. There might have been interbreeding with seakings, they joked, maybe giants - those dogs got as tall as a house! And their teeth, man, you really wouldn´t want to get stuck between them, one bite and you lost your arm, your leg. Why, you´d nearly disappear between their fangs - one bite and you are done for. They´d chew right through metal chains, those dogs, incredibly strong.
Well then, he´d dared to ask, why do you keep them? Why don´t you simply kill them?
What a foolish question, they´d said, and one of them had laughed. Those dogs where the best guards, couldn´t find any better. One look at them and everyone runs away. Sure, they weren´t that cheap to feed, they grinned, but then they tried to sell them off as soon as they were trained. The owners could worry about the feeding. The pups need to be trained immediately, see. So they needed some of the smaller ones as well, they´d send him the measurements, no problem. They´d heard that he made the best work on all the Grandline, people had assured them that they´d find nobody better, and they were sure he wasn´t going to disappoint them, no way. And with these features they could train the dogs better, they got really tame once they knew who their master was.
But wasn´t it cruel, he asked, doubtfully.
No, it wasn´t, they said reassuringly. Really, it was only a safety feature. One demonstration, on a puppet, of course, and the dogs would be totally obedient. Quite bright, those dogs, that made them so useful. So, when could they expect the first delivery?
Excellent, they´d said, excellent. He wouldn´t want to disappoint them, they´d said and smiled, no, he wouldn´t.
Chained in a cell with one of his own inventions around his neck, he wept about his naiveté.
Granpa
He had made his decision a long time ago. He didn´t like to think about it: it was in the past, and he needed to put it behind him, look into the future, always plan for tomorrow.
He should have known it wasn´t going to be so easy.
Marine, revolutionary, pirate. Surely there was irony in it, somewhere. He could appreciate irony, most times.
He´d vowed not to get involved and known he would the next second. Some ties were too strong to be broken. And maybe, just maybe, he didn´t even mind. Maybe he was just a little bit proud.
He´d saved his son once, cursing the need to reveal himself. Cursing the need to help, cursing the realization how vulnerable he had become.
He´d thought of his father, then.
The ocean was wide, he knew that. And he knew the Marines and he knew the other dangers lurking at sea. His son didn´t. And of course his son, his father´s grandson (his mother´s son, his grandmother´s grandson) would meet them all. Especially after that stunt he pulled - he had to smile again.
It was good to know that the brat would have someone else looking out for him, (too). Sure, it was a Marine vice admiral, but he knew now how important family was. Garp would at least have an eye on his grandson.
And maybe, just maybe, in the far distant future. Maybe, if everything worked out, if they won, if they all survived - maybe he would have grandchildren of his own.
Une
The prisoners were whistling and shouting when she was dragged to her cell.
"Take off your top!", they yelled, "we wanna see!"
Assholes, she thought to herself. Just wait until Pops gets to you. Or Marco. (She fought back a grin when she thought about the last guy who´d propositioned to her when Marco was nearby. He´d been stupid and drunk, but Marco hadn´t liked it. At all. Later, she´d shouted at him, saying that she could defend herself. "I know", he´d said and shrugged. "But you´re my sister." She missed him, so much.) Come to think of it, just get her out of those cuffs and she´d beat them up herself.
"I bet the guards want you for themselves, don´t they?"
Une nearly sighed in relief when Magellan finally silenced them. Assholes.
She had to bite back a hiss when he attached her cuffs roughly to the heavy chains in the wall. At least he didn´t stare at her breasts. Dislike him she might, but he was a professional. At the moment she was thankful for every reprieve she got.
(Not even Blackbeard had torn up her bikini top. Probably some weird kind of respect in that twisted up head of his. Or maybe he just didn´t care.)
The heavy doors fell shut with a clang; the guards left without so much as a glance in her direction.
It might be Grandpa, she mused. That was exactly the sort of think he´d do: call Magellan and promise him a brutal death if one guard even laid a finger on his daughter. (Besides the whole dragging her to the cell, of course. That was strictly business.) And he´d follow through with it, too. Yes, probably Grandpa.
She let her head fall forward with a sigh, now that nobody could hear her. The other prisoners were still yelling in the other cages, but many of them from pain. Served them right.
The cell was cold. She closed her eyes and thought of her family.
