Moderating Manners // One Piece Various x Female Oc

Cocky Cast

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Keys:-

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Flashback -- if it is more than two words.

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"What a pain." Smoker's tone was gruff, and his voice rough as he muttered those words. A sigh left his lips as he fell back onto the wooden bench that was pushed against the bars of the cage he was entrapped in.

'A marine behind bars, how ironic.' He drawled inwardly, feeling the smoke wafting out from his cigarettes brush his face softly.

Smoker had been chasing the Straw Hat Pirates all over Rainbase. He pursued them even as they dodged behind the winding walls and corridors of the gigantic Crocodile Casino. In the midst of his hunt, he had even fallen into the same half-witted trap as the pirates. It was safe to see his mood had been fouled. The glare on his face as he gazed beyond the seastone studded bares spoke volumes of his annoyance. The helpless state he was in (thanks to the seastones that sucked him of his power and strength) only served to further dampen his spirits.

With a barely audible huff, he let his eyelids drop closed. Tuning in to his own body and the energy networks that flowed through him, Smoker tried to will his body into transforming into his smoke state. All his efforts were fruitless, something he had expected yet still found himself irked by. He soon gave up, pushing away his frustration while convincing his efforts were better preserved.

Sadly, though, preserving them meant he couldn't defeat Straw Hat and his crew at the moment.

Smoker was pulled from his dark thoughts -- many of which revolved around a straw hat-wearing knucklehead -- by the loud, resonating sound of the double doors at the far side of the room being slammed open. Slowly, Smoker turned his head to face the door. He was met with a somewhat surprising sight. Yet, the mild surprise failed to leak through his stoic exterior.

The princess of Alabasta, with her unmistakable bright blue hair, stood at the entrance of the room. Her back was straight in and her hands brought up in a defensive pose. Smoker also took notice of the two women behind the princess. The one with the dark hair he immediately recognized as Nico Robin. He didn't know why she was here but her big eyes and sharp nose were unmistakable, even if the rest of her features had matured when compared to her outdated wanted poster. The last woman, on the other hand, he had never seen before. She was drenched, her hair was brown and her gold eyes were just as distinguishable as the princess's blue hair. Nonetheless, he marked her as dangerous when he saw that she was restrained, unlike the princess. He couldn't see her shackles though, as her hands were secured behind her back, so he couldn't be sure if she was a devil fruit user or not.

'A swordswoman?,' he guessed, taking in the large white object that hung on her back. Though her frame obscured it too much for him to make out what it was.

Cautiously, Smoker allowed his dark eyes to scan her figure. She was short, at least a few inches shorter than Robin -- who stood suspiciously close to her. She was also slender but he could also make out the faint outline of toned muscles thanks to the wet material of her clothes that stuck to her body like a second skin...maybe now wasn't the best time to be analyzing her.