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Rocinante had just barely been allowed to officially join the Marine corps by Sengoku. He'd turned fourteen earlier that summer and (as his adoptive father worried about him) wasn't quite allowed on missions yet. Yet here he was. He'd tripped over his own feet (again? — he'd begun growing at a surprising rate a little over a year ago and was stuck in a constant state of "getting used to it" for the foreseeable future) and somehow ended up in a town he didn't recognize. Despite his typical luck, he decided to take his chances wandering while figuring this out. The general climate of the town told him it was safe to assume that he was

Doflamingo was always quick to anger — and he almost never hid it. He didn't see the point. If a person was of no further use to him, for whatever reason, he made that clear, one way or another. (Mostly with guns, though. He seemed to like those.) Rocinante, on the other hand... He didn't like being angry if he could help it. So it generally took him longer to reach that point of no return. But, oh, once he reached it... he was not one to be trifled with. (Just ask Sengoku.) Doflamingo could have forgiven Rocinante's disappearing with young Law. He was even all for curing the boy. But stealing from him to do it and screwing up his pla

Little more than the direction the suspicious ships had taken had been given. Not that Law really needed more than that. It was around noon when he closed in on the shores of the White Town with a spyglass held to his eye and a map in his other hand. He could see one such cargo ship anchored offshore a good distance away. He lowered his telescope, grabbing a pen to mark down their assumed coordinates. "...shit." Law's eyes widened, then narrowed in anger. These bastards were set up to transfer things to and from the mines! He looked up again; he was near the town harbor. "...okay..." He returned his attention to his map, and after a moment

It'd been at least a month. Law was finally closing in on a place he never thought he'd see again, outside of books (however incorrect those books may be). He'd docked the small boat he'd acquired along the way in the port and headed into town to gather information. Surely someone here knew something. It was just a matter of finding them. Not a single "green" keel in the port, after awhile of searching. So he'd need to find another lead... Law found himself in a bar. It was beginning to seem like he gravitated towards the things... He shook his head. Bars were good information pools. If anyone knew anything, they'd likely be the type of per

Law had gone back to the Tang after that, if only for the sake of thinking in a comfortable space. He barely slept an hour that night, however. Memories swirled and tangled like chains in a whirlpool. His decision was finally made when a certain giant blond moron's bloody smile popped into his mind. So, in the early hours of the morning, he took only the bare minimum supplies from the submarine, and left. He could get whatever else he might need at the market... including a mode of transportation. The next morning was only normal for the Heart crew until they realized that they were missing someone at breakfast. Bepo went down to the capt

Eight years after the One Piece War, the Polar Tang was docked at an unnamed island somewhere on the Grand Line to restock on some things. Law had decided to wander since he knew that his crew didn't need him just for a supply run. He eventually found himself in a tavern. He spent a few hours there, on-and-off playing along with the flirting of a waitress out of boredom. Although he typically hates small talk, the mumblings of some strangers at the other end of the bar caught his attention. "Hey, did you hear about those ships that've been passing through these parts lately?" asked one man. "What're you on about?" replied a second. "You k

It was the night the Elric brothers decided to try to revive their mother. It was raining hard. Everything was going as planned... until the light from the transmutation changed color, from a bright blue to an ominous purple. Neither boy knew what was going to happen until it was already too late. From Edward's perspective, Alphonse faded away right before his eyes as the Gate swallowed him whole. At the same time, Edward lost his left leg from just above the knee, down. He knocked the suit of armor down, causing the helmet to fall off and tumble to the side in the process. Then he drew a blood seal on the inside of the back of the neck, as