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Character Name: Portgas D. Ace
Character Fandom: One Piece

(Well this was. New. Literally right when he caught up with Teach, this bullshit happens and he's back to square one. Maybe square zero. The wings, a bright mix of orange and red like his flames, irritated his back, and no amount of adjusting or trying to massage his back would make it feel better. Considering they physically hurt, trying to take them off he thought stupid.

So instead, he takes to wandering around the village (quite shirtless, despite the cold), stopping a few passersby a question or two about his location. "Luceti", huh? Never heard of it, but the Grand Line is a big place. But the barrier part put him a bit on edge. Either way, this place warrants a good look around. Who knows, maybe Teach got sucked in here, too. The bar, the restaurant (those he meant to go to and will most likely accidentally fall asleep during a conversation or his meal), the clothing shop, anywhere. Looked like a normal town. Ace heads to one of the community buildings to grab a room while he thinks up his next plan. And before he passes out again without meaning to. Maybe the journal has answers.)

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So, is this all one big joke, or we're really trapped here? Because if it's the latter, that's just a whole new level of disturbing. Not even a boat out of here?

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[Norma's at the bar, though its not as a worker this time around. Oh no, she's not in the mood to lift a damn finger for anyone right now. It's been a really shitty day for her and she's just plain tired. Which may be the reason she's zonked out on one of the tables of the bar, four glasses littering her table, the last one half full. Yes she's drunk, yes she passed out because she's a total lightweight, and no she does not give half a damn right now. She has a good enough reason to hate everything and everyone right now and get totally plastered.

She's not exactly making a scene or anything, sleeping soundly and breathing easily, but the thing that may stick out to Ace is that this young lady here seems to have the black variant of his hat atop her head, slightly skewed from her position on the table. This is probably the most restful sleep she's gotten all day, really. Uncomfortable as hell, and she'll be stiff and super sore when she gets up, but hey...it's sleep without thoughts bouncing around in her head.]

(Huh. Ace is pretty used to seeing drunk people, even young girls, but she's already asleep. Shouldn't she take her bottles home, or at least have someone take her home--

wait a motherfucking minute, hofaces.) Hey! (He walks over to her, not pissed off, but definitely miffed, and yanks the hat right off her head.) Never steal from pirates, especially not hats!

[Now, usually Norma can sleep through a hurricane, but there's just those few things that will immediately snap her out of her log-like sleep. One of them would be someone whispering "money" into her ear and the other would be taking something extremely valuable to her, which right this moment is a treasured keepsake in the form of that there hat.

Her hand jerks up and she grabs the other end of her hat and looks blearily at the perpetrator. The image is foggy through the haze of sleepiness and alcohol clouding her vision, but man...she will crush you like a bug. Though the voice sounds really familiar, waaaaay back in the deep depths of her mind that are actually sober...hm.]

Mitts off, jerk.

(He's taken aback, like someone just told him Whitebeard is too old to drink. Because everyone on the Grand Line and their mom knows that's jack shit. He tugs his hat back with more force than before, clearly demanding this is his and like hell anyone can take away his totally awesome as shit hat. He'll have to wonder who the fuck slipped it to her.) Listen, princess. You're smashed, so I'll let you off easy. But don't steal my hat again, or things are gonna get messy.

[Despite her body being so damn heavy and sluggish, Norma keeps her grip firm, grunting when she's pulled again. She is in no fucking mood for this shit. And she's just about ready to let this shithead have it with a mean right hook - her fingers even curl into a very ready and eager fist - when something breaks the fog of anger, sadness, and alcohol swirling in her head.

Her eyes blink, and she squints at him. Wait a second here. It couldn't possibly be--]

...Ace?

[No...no way. No, she's got to be seriously drunk right now. Norma rubs her face, mostly her eyes, with her free hand. If this is some kinda weird hallucination, it's a really vivid one. Timidly, she reaches out and...misses the first time, erm. LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN. Second time, thankfully, Norma manages a brush at his face; very fleeting. She glances at her hand, as if mentally trying to ask it if that touch was real or not.]

(He ceases trying to pry his hat out of her hand for a few seconds, thinking of how wasted she must be if she's just now realizing who he is.) Yeah, I think I've made that clear now.

(Except not really because he never said his name. The missed attempt causes a look of confusion, but the successful attempt makes him back away a little. Uh. Creepy drunk lady.) You're... really not okay.

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[Blinking, this time to really get a clear image of him, Norma's eyebrow knit together. There's no mistaking it when her vision focuses enough on his face - the black hair and eyes, those spotty freckles on his face - that's Ace. That's her big brother. A hard lump forms in her throat, and Norma turns her head away, fighting off the urge to fling herself at him. It's so tempting, but he obviously doesn't...doesn't remember her...

This is really mean, Luceti. You snatch up Marco from her, then give back Ace without anything...anything at all? That's a little cold. Taking a deep breath, Norma forces her very best mask onto her face, a smile on her face. It's amazing how good an actress she can be, especially in a very tight spot like now.]

Jeez, sorry about that, I had one too many, I think! I'm not exactly good at keeping it together...hahaha~! [Her voice cracks a split second, but she easily corrects it. She's had years of practice.] This hat's yours, right? Here; didn't mean to nearly bite your head off! Don't lose it, okay? It's been...keeping me company for a while.

[A year? Maybe, Norma wasn't keeping track. Pushing her seat back - she really needs to just get out of her right now - Norma gets up and forces herself to not wobble or miss a step. Keep it together, girl...] See y'around.

(And now she's doing a complete one-eighty? Ace isn't exactly the brightest candle in the bunch (hahaha), but he can at least tell when something isn't right with someone. Even if that someone is a supposed complete stranger. He slowly pulls his hand back, with his hat in it, feeling a mix of confusion and concern.)

You sure seem to be now. (Which is. Weird, at best. Not takin ur shit, Norma.) Wait, keeping you company? What do you mean?

(Annnnd he's going to help her keep steady.) You're not well enough to get home alone.

[Mother fuck. Ace, you're not supposed to be that bright. Norma's wings twitch, the only indication of her discomfort that's easily visible when he steadies her, though her smile does drop a little for a good second or two. She's caught between a rock and a hard place, and with her head still drunkenly spinning (though she's doing a damn good job of keeping herself focused), it's hard to think of just how to react to all this. What does she do?! Does she bite back like a cornered mouse? Does she keep up the farce? Does she tell the truth and hope for the best? That'd be the hardest thing, and Norma doesn't know how well she could lie without starting to cry.

Yeah, he's not buying the charade, that much is for sure. Damn it all. In an instant, Norma's cheerful look falls away and it's like she's a completely different looking person - tired, somewhat sickly looking, and just so done with every fucking thing in Luceti period.]

How much do you know about this place? [DOO DEE DOO, CASUALLY AVOIDING ANSWERING THOSE QUESTIONS.]

(And she is weirding him out again. God, this girl is crazy.) First you're pissed, then a happy drunk, and now just plain serious. You have more personalities than Izou has accessories.

(But maybe he should be a decent person for five seconds and answer the question.) Trapped here, something about Malnosso, the wings are a bitch. I kinda skimmed the guide thing.

[Oh, it's a challenge to not say something in retort to that, and Norma even bites her lower lip, quirking her head to one side at the effort. Don't, don't, don't, don't don't...

And of course he only skimmed, of course, though Norma can't really be too surprised. Ace' attention span was fleeting at best...and the Guide was enormous and pretty dang long-winded. It was a great source of info, but just such a massive amount to take in at one time from the sheer get-go. She rubs her face, pushing her hair back with a sigh. She is waaayyy too tipsy for this. Maybe she could just fake passing out or something.]

Jeez, what a disaster... That's not everything. Bare bones maybe, but you wanna give that Guide a serious look-through pretty soon. [Norma heads toward the exit of the bar - she could do with the fresh air, even if she hates the sheer cold more than anything else.] This isn't your home - you've been taken from that world completely, just like the rest of us. The Malno-no--uh, Malnosso scooped us all up from our worlds and dropped up here to experiment on us. Sometimes from different times than others from the same world.

...People come and go from Luceti at the will of the Malnosso. So you could be here today gone tomorrow, though that's barely ever the case. I've been here for going on three years now. And I've seen a lotta people appear and disappear during that time...real good friends I've made, y'know? Some of 'em leave keepsakes before they get sent back home...something to remember them by. [She glances back to the hat he's holding then turns her little sob into a cough, picking up the pace to get outside (and nearly tripping over her own feet, whoops) before tears well up in her eyes too much.] But then they come back again and don't remember they were ever here to begin with...

Look, I'm a pirate, okay, goldie? Not a reader. (There were always more important things to do, and Marco was the real reader of the bunch, anyway. Also ancient as fuck, so that explains a lot. He waves a hand dismissively at the first bit.) I know all that much, at least.

(Ace may not be the brightest pirate around, but he's not a total idiot. Picking up on cues, he can do at least. Between the hat, her overall attitude since he showed his face, and those words? Yep, he gets it.) I was here before, wasn't I? That's how you got my hat. I left it for you.

[When they finally get outside, Norma takes a few deep breaths of the frigid air. Her head is still pounding, but the chill actually does help somewhat. Rubbing at her temples, Norma steels her voice, and herself, before nodding slowly and finally letting a teensy smile appear on her face. She wants to just reach out and hug him, to punch him and whine and cry and hold him close, but Norma's embarrassed herself enough already. She holds it back with practiced ease - everything, that is.]

Bingo. [Her chest tightens, but Norma keeps her smile squarely on her face.] It's great to see you again, Ace. I'm Norma - Norma Beatty, expert treasure hunter, crystal eren, and a pretty good mixer of drinks now if I may say so myself!

[And so Rock Lee walks up to the shirtless stranger in the middle of the street. He is intently staring at his biceps the whole time.]

Ooohhh... Hello there! Do you train often? I must say, your muscles are quite youthful!

(Well. Ace has obviously never cared what people think of him because otherwise he wouldn't walk around half-nude.) Every chance I get! Having sixteen hundred brothers to train with helps a lot, I never get out of shape with them around.

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