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than what are sure to end up as a few bruises. He (sadly) was always of a more fair constitution given his lineage. Cora sighs, winces, ears taking in laughs and (instead of looking up) favors trying to find his hat instead.

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all attention going ass over teakettle. Hands brace enough to roll with his fall (falling enough to learn to handle it better over the years) so he tumbles and lands at least upright and doesn't break his nose. Palms smart. Cora's hat fallen off and coat a mess of feathers, but unharmed other >>

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wanted to sneak passed, pay his tab, and leave. That he ended up crashing. Literally. Shoe catching on the door frame, doing his best as a hulking 9ft something male could do to sneak, and taking a wonderfully loud and dramatic nose dive down the stairs head first. Just his luck. Sure to draw >>

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through territories or making U-turns to avoid others. Some (however) were harder to keep track of that others. Erratic. Unpredictable. And (of course while sleeping in a bed too small for him in this inn) he'd woken up to find a proverbial party happening in the lower floors. A party that he >>

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@sanguineyonko.bsky.social Impossible not to know who this was (unless you lived under a rock and Cora kind of had but with his line of previous work he'd kept some tabs on the world) and he had made point to avoid as many Yonko and Shichibukai as possible. Paths crossed, sure. Skirting >>

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her. Cora holds out his free hand (palm up and fingers fanned out in welcome) without judgement to her.

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Cora tilts his head. Still in that hat and coat (the coat has seen far better days really) and face still painted. Less a bit how it had been before. Lips just red for now, not pulling higher into an overarching facsimile of a smile. He understand a little as he stands there smoking and watching >>

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smile. Beaming just because Law is there. The nostalgia warms him. "What happened?" He's not laughing. Not really. He's hiding it well enough.

his secret savior. How a tiny child managed to save him from himself with bitter spite and a knife. A boy who gave Rosinante his humanity back. Hands pluck up the tiny thing without thinking (why would he ever hesitate to scoop up his boy?) and cradle Law into a cocoon of feathers with a huge >>

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@deathsleopard.bsky.social [event] Corazon can feel his heart in his throat. Not in fear but it joy. Oh! The memories that flood in at that tiny form. Fragile. Sick. Dying. In pain. Precious as the riches of gems and gold that makes his heart sing with love. Law! Law! Law! Small and cute and >>

sand and dirt on sandstone bricks. He doesn't hear steps coming his way. Not until they are too close and he flinches hard enough to topple over. Startled and confused.

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it. All he can do is slump against a wall. Sinking and sinking and sweating to the point he thinks this was a mistake. Papers had mentioned something. Mugiwara? There had been a connection to Law there somewhere. He knew. (Poorly trying to keep tabs) And it led him here. Helpless. Sat in the >>

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@thydesertprincess.bsky.social Cora is not dressed for the desert. Melting away in some alley near the palace? (he thinks it's the palace he really can't remember)Fingers pick at the feathery coat to shed it but still hide under it's mass. The sun would surely cook his fair skin worse without >>

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though. (Even as the tall male with blood colored eyes had paid the vendor too for it.) Enough commotion he's sure to draw in someone in charge. Maybe. Possibly. Cora doesn't know how this little hive works yet.

are enough that most are avoiding him as they go about their day. It draws more attention, sure. But no one's brave enough to step in front of him to question who he is, where he came from, why he's here. Cora does feel bad for the trembling man fumbling to make him a stick of cotton candy >>

rainbow of bustling folk doing work or setting up shows. Word had spread about the bounties put on marines by this infamous Cross Guild. So maybe Cora had gotten nosy about it. A sigh of smoke and the perks of being as large as he is and scary as he could look (thank you for one thing Doffy) >>

@buggythestarclown.bsky.social The colors are too tempting to ignore. Cora fit more into the role of mime than a clown (though he'd argue he wasn't either despite his tastes in make up) but the bright tents and bustling activity are hard to ignore. They litter the island in a vomit inducing >>

can look sat at a café table that brings his knees up far too high in a chair too short. Hiding behind a newspaper and peeking out in his spying.

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@nitoryuwadoyaiba.bsky.social Impossible to be a spy without having observation haki. Cora is well aware how dangerous this man is (a chill raising his hackles as his haki blares DANGER at him) just by looking at the man. So he opts to look as normal as possible. As normal as someone 9ft tall >>

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against the fall foliage backdrop. He's there. Standing next to the Polar Tang in awe and terror (because holy fuck he didn't mean to just walk up to it!!!) as he spots a figure from a decade ago (only seen in pictures now) right before him. "...Law..." Of all the times to not be silent. Damn it.

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Hazard. A mess. Dressrosa. A horror show. And Cora trailing behind (barely able to keep up). It was with surprise does this tiny town allow him to recuperate the distance. Some small island (Maple Island? He can't remember) set in Autumn backdrop that Cora misses the color of the submarine >>

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@deathssurgeon.bsky.social He's not really stalking. Keeping tabs is kinder. But he had to know if Law had been okay. Time gave him snippets. Fractions of what he would have liked and always too far away to do anything. A bounty here. A jump up there. 100 hearts here. A warlord there. Punk >>

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"If you want me to not be real I can leave now and we can forget this?" Because it's hurting her and he sees that and he really doesn't want to cause more pain. He's done enough of that for a lifetime. "...but I am here. Do I need to prove it to you?"

"Pretending to be a ghost?" He speaks with sincerity. "...to be honest I wasn't sure you'd even want to see me. The last things I ever said to you were a loaded handful of lies and a nugget of truth." Cora turns his head to smoosh his cheek to the top of Law's hat. "I expected you to hate me."

Eyes definitely catch that movement and Cora's quick to raise (mostly) empty hands up in surrender, cigarette held between two fingers. He doesn't want to fight and would be more likely to flee if attacked than fight back. "...I can go. If you'd prefer. We don't need to resort to violence now."

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consciousness. I woke up... I don't know how long later in some shelter. Alone. Injured. But alive. I don't know if I pulled myself out of the snow to there or if someone found me, but I fled as soon as I was able." "...I was in no state to try and find you. I couldn't protect myself, never mind >>

he had been a child. Tucking Law against him and wrapping him up in feathers and arms and pressing his own cheek into that fluffy hat. "You had no idea that was Vergo. Neither of us did. Noone's at fault, Law. And I didn't die. Not then not now, okay? The silence stopped because I lost >>

He grunts lightly at the impact with wide eyes. Pallor fading as an ease settles over Cora's shoulders like a mantle of relief. He'd been expecting more anger, rage, and rejection. Tears he could handle. Arms wrap around Law in turn as he sits there, bundling the man close just like he had when >>

𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓸𝓷 @silentcalm.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

"Why would I want you to join the navy?" He shakes his head, "Law, all I ever wanted for you was to be alive and free." Cora perks up, unable to stop smiling now as he gushes, "You've made a name! You're free! From the family and amber lead! You lived! Grew up! And I could not be prouder."

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𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓸𝓷 @silentcalm.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

swiftly patted out as delicate feathers catch flames as they always had too many times to be comfortable. A bad enough case Cora's forced to shed the coat and tromps all over it to put it out with a muted whine of annoyance. Only then remembering he's making a scene and glancing back at her.

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𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓸𝓷 @silentcalm.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

He can't help but follow, at least out of concern. Timid and lagging but keeping haki sharply trained on her. Cora doesn't approach (taking refuge by a tree instead) so he can worriedly watch her. The sparking of a cigarette prompts a craving of his own. A flick, flash, and rush of flame that's >>

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spoken a lie to soothe the boy he had cared about instead. A heavy swallow, anxious fingers moving to paw to a pack of cigarettes on his person. "...your latest bounty is so high... I'm so proud of you..." He can't stop his tiny, sincere smile.

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"Seeking you out while Doffy still roamed would be foolish." Cora's voice is still that soft tone, gentle and even. Even if he looks scolded. "I didn't plan to wake up in the snow, Law." There. It's out there. Spoken despite the lie he'd given years ago. He knew Doffy had come to end him and >>

watch her make her way. He doesn't want to cause more pain by pushing himself into her life.

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Her look is enough to make him quail. Shoulders hunching and hiding more in that ridiculous coat and hat as he steps back. Aware that he's the reason she's like this. Hurting. The guilt has him stepping out of her way if he's in it (tongue silent and hands to himself) as he does nothing but >>

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A flinch, a slow roll over and spitting to the side as he sits up, but doesn't stand. Those eyes now level quietly at Law (caught as he was) with a tiny frown and near timid. "Law." Soft spoken. "I-" He sighs to himself, hands anxious on his bag. "...hey, kid."

dangerous crosshairs by outing his existence. Inevitable he'd be found out, but still.

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"...Still so small..." He tsks as his head tilts the other way, more mumbling to himself than anything, but he makes no move to chase after. He's kept hidden for as long as he's had, knowing it'd be stupid to throw himself out there. One thing to cross paths, another to put himself back in >>

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Kind recognizes kind, so the saying goes. Ruddy colored eyes turn, aware of attention when it's on him (hard to not when he's as large as he is and strange as he is) but Cora makes a point to blend in. It's like meeting a stray cat in an alley. A silent stare and a tilt of head in question.

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trips over entirely nothing, that large frame crashing to the ground with a muffled huff and a hiss of pain as he eats dirt face first. Literally. Quick to blep out a tongue and make faces at the taste. Just his luck.

It's somewhat of a trap. Large frame smushed against the brickwork, half hiding in feathers but rusted, blood colored eyes fixed on the mouth of the alley to check if he's being followed. Eyes that widen as Cora's face pales in silent distress when eyes meet. He's quick to try to flee... and >>

with the feeling of being watched, however, but he's smart enough to not try and look around to pin point where it's coming from. Good are exchanged, tucked into a small (for him) bag with a bow of his head and that feathered form slinks off and into the first alley he comes across.

Said blond is hunched but it does nothing to diminish his nine foot stature. The downside of being so tall is he looms without meaning to. Cora's distracted, still in that hat, still in that coat (though it's seen far better days) as he exchanges beri at a stall selling produce. His haki pings >>

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝙦𝙦𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.

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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝘚𝘩𝘦/𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘈𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘞𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 21+ 𝘓𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘥𝘯𝘪 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 + 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴/𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ