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It's Not What You Think"Oh, Helen," Nikola said as he slipped into Helen's office, closing the door quietly behind himself. "I need to talk to you," and he locked the door.It's Not What You Think by colourel
Helen was buried at her desk under a small mountain of financial papers and shook her head as Nikola strutted across her room.
"Whatever it is, Nikola, I—"
"Oh, you're going to want to hear this," he interrupted. "It's about Ashley."
"Ashley?" she sighed and looked up.
"Yes. And Olivia."
Well, it wasn't quite what she was expecting when Nikola slithered into her office and locked the door behind him, but Helen knew by the tone in his voice and his swaying back and forth on his heels, with his hands clasped behind his back, whatever Nikola had to say next that it wasn't going to be good.
"They're lovely, your daughter and my great granddaughter."
With the frustration of her work and the frustration that is him, Nikola's smile was grating on her already though she tried to remain civil.
"Yes, they are," she
Mutual AgreementWhen he had eaten his Devil's Fruit, he had eaten it on a bold whim, and nobody even knew what kind of fruit it was. Was he going to be a Paramecia, a Logia, or a Zoan? Only time and testing would tell.Mutual Agreement by colourel
He didn't feel any different, and kept telling everyone this when they asked him. They told him to hold heavy things and to punch things, and throw all sorts of fancy moves, to see if any that would bring about a change... but nothing was happening.
Just to get everyone off his back, he told them he was going to his room: but he really locked himself in one of the bathrooms. In the mirror he would scrunch up his face, flex his muscles, do some very strange jigs, and if he had done any of this in front of anyone else he'd have felt like a complete idiot — so fortunately for him, who was the mirror going to tell?
He had locked himself away in this bathroom for probably half an hour when, scrunching up his face once more and closing his eyes in concentration, he started to feel stran
MissingThat morning when Hawk-Eyes and Perona woke up, Zoro was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in his room or in any of the sitting rooms; he wasn't in the dinning hall or in the kitchen (or pantry); he wasn't even training in the courtyard, or anywhere else that he might normally be. That morning, Zoro just simply could not be found. And with his abysmal sense of direction... well, Perona was more worried than Hawk-Eyes was. If Zoro got lost on the island (or, more pathetically, inside the castle), it meant he wasn't cut out to be his pupil (or anything else in the world), she was sure that's what Hawk-Eyes would think. But Perona, though failingly trying to hide it, had grown fond of the grassy-headed guy... and she missed his company. (He was much easier to boss around than Hawk-Eyes.)Missing by colourel
All morning she played like she didn't mind, but finally after lunch Perona decided to go find Zoro (under the guise Hawk-Eyes was too boring and she had nothing better to do) and thought it best to start wi
Life Spinning Around MeShe had been down this hall a billion times. It was right next to the courtyard where most of the young male Marines tried to show off to one another, and catch the attention of any non-Marine females that passed by. But she kept her head forward, determined to walk on by, since she was on what she felt was her own mission. Quickly her yellow dress flowed behind her, her sky-blue shoes were clicking on the concrete, and in her hands a pink box holding a birthday cake she made all by herself that she was going to deliver to her friend. If she could spin – like she very much wanted to, being so excited – she would have looked like a flower. She even smelled like one, and that was attracting the attention of many of the men in the courtyard, along with the clicking of her heels.Life Spinning Around Me by colourel
But that wasn't what initially caught his attention. No one other than Monkey D. Garp could miraculously smell the distinct scent of cake, and icing, and iced-cake, in the f