Chapter 51
Bedrest
It wasn't a gradual rise out of unconsciousness. The fuzzy in-between state that ushered one into the waking world was abandoned and instead Hawke found herself surrounded by comforting blackness one moment and then suddenly fully awake the next. Her eyes squinted shut, a reflex she'd developed to avoid blinding herself with the operating room lights, and she started her usual post tattoo session routine.
First she took stock of the state her body was in.
The familiar ache was rolling through… everything. She could practically feel her body changing as the formula rewrote her lineage factor. The pain of having each cell torn open and rearranged was excruciating, though less prominent than usual.
It must have been a shorter session, she thought.
A shiver tickled her brow, chilling her skin where beads of sweat had accumulated. Eh? There shouldn't be a breeze in the lab. Hawke briefly wondered at the sensation before turning her attention back to her body.
Her lips twitched into a frown.
Something wasn't right. The source of the pain was different. Normally she would be lying on her stomach with her back pulsating with every heartbeat. But Hawke could feel the bed under her shoulders this time, and it was her chest, on the left side, that was burning with the heat of a thousand suns. Judging by the level of pain, she still had a few hours before she was dragged off for another session.
She took comfort in this fact.
Hawke's body tensed as an aftershock rolled through every muscle. A low groan escaped her lips but she knew better than to fight back against the pain. The noise grated like sandpaper down her incredibly raw throat. Hm. She ran her tongue over her teeth and frowned. There was no linger taste of cotton. Zhivago hadn't gagged her? He usually did, he didn't like to hear her scream.
"Oh? Is she waking up?!"
If she'd had the energy, Hawke would have jumped at the loud voice. Was there someone else here today? A new experiment?
"Be quiet! Chopper said to let her rest."
There were two of them. Zhivago didn't usually leave people with her after a session. The holding pens must be full. But something tugged at her mind. Chopper… she knew that name. Hawke focused the little energy she'd gathered into turning her head in the direction of the voices-
"She moved! Look she's waking up!"
-and opened her eyes.
…
…
Black hair. Bright smile. Scar under left eye.
"Lu… Luffy?" Hawke hoarsely whispered the name to the face hovering inches from her own.
The boy's eyes flashed happily.
"Shishishi! You're awake! I'll go get Chopper!"
And then he was gone.
Had she imagined him? It wouldn't be the first time. But he had seemed so real…
Hawke was now staring out into the room and she blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of the dirty operating room, lit by blinding, grimy spotlights, she found herself in a tent of some sort. The beige canvas walls shifted in and out, gently dancing with a breeze she couldn't feel. The floor was made of earth and rough stone blocks. She could hear some strange birds cawing in the distance. They were shouting about something being way too noisy.
"Hey, you okay?"
The second voice was nearer now, somewhere above her head. Hawke shifted her eyes up and caught a glimpse of green.
Green….
"Zoro?" she rasped.
"Yeah, I'm here," the man walked around to stand at her bedside.
Hawke stared up at the stern faced swordsman. His steady gaze never faltered, even as some loud shouts from outside caused the scout to flinch. She shifted her hand and then, when she found she could lift it, slowly reached out and pinched the edge of the man's haramaki. Her eyes widened as she felt the rough fabric under her fingers.
The swordsman watched her with a blank expression. Hawke lifted her gaze and stared long and hard into his eyes, taking in his… she didn't know what.
"Uh… you okay?" Zoro lifted an eyebrow at her.
Hawke opened her mouth, but her voice suddenly caught in her throat and she rolled her head away from the swordsman.
"Oi! What's wrong? Do you need more pain killers?" the concern in Zoro's questions yanked at her heartstrings.
"I-I-I-" she tried to speak but the words wouldn't come.
Instead, the tears arrived. Rivers flowed down her cheeks and over her sniffling nose. Torrents of water blocked her vision and soaked into the soft pillow under her head. She clamped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sobs.
Hawke heard more voices as new people entered the tent, but she didn't turn around.
"So she's up?" that was Usopp wasn't it?
"Hawke-swaaaan! I've been so worried! Why are you crying, my dear? Oi! What did you do, you shitty swordsman?!" Unmistakably Sanji.
"I didn't do anything! She just-"
"Shhh! Don't be so loud!" Nami's fierce whisper was followed by two thwacks and some groans.
"Fufufu," Robin gave a low chuckle.
"Are you in pain, Hawke?" Chopper's voice spoke in her ear as a small hoof pressed against her forehead.
They're all here…
Warmth flooded through her, somewhat numbing the next aftershock as it rolled down her body. The scout shook her head and removed her hand from her lips. She had to be quick, her brief control over her tears wouldn't last long.
"I… I'm so… ha- happy-" she choked out before burying her face in the pillow again.
"Shishishi! So is she going to be okay, Chopper?" Luffy's voice shone like stars behind her eyelids.
"She's gotten over the worst of it," the reindeer replied, "I'll need to check her shoulder soon. But let's give her some time to rest."
There was a rustling sound and then Hawke felt some soft lips press against her temple.
"I'll bring you some good meat," Luffy chuckled in her ear, then his presence retreated and the slap of his sandals moved away, "Wooo! Party time!"
"Luffy! Don't be so lou- oh whatever, he's already gone," Nami let out an exasperated sigh.
"Let's give Miss Scout some space," Robin hummed.
Footsteps retreated from her bedside and silence fell in the tent. Hawke listened until the sounds of distant laughter and cheers rose, and then she let her mouth open and bawled into her pillow. Her aching body didn't seem so bad now…
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Hawke turned the charred bell clasp over in her palm. The now dulled silver shone faintly compared to the golden cross sitting on her pillow. The metal was blackened and warped where the lightning had struck it, leaving the twisted tips splayed out in sharp spikes.
"Is this what cut me?" she asked, moving her eyes to the small reindeer standing at her bedside.
Chopper leaned over her and pressed the cold metal of a stethoscope against her chest. Hawke let out a short whimper as goosebumps lifted her skin.
"Oh, sorry, I should have warmed it up," the doctor apologized, "And yes, the initial laceration was caused by the first impact, which was most likely the metal clasp breaking. But the burns around the area lead me to believe that there was an explosion, and that's what destroyed the pearl and allowed the formula to enter your body."
His nose wrinkled a bit and he fell silent to listen to her heartbeat.
"Burns?" Hawke lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head to eye the large bandage taped around her left shoulder.
Chopper withdrew the stethoscope and set it down.
"Yeah, here I'll show you," he picked up a pair of scissors and cut away the cloth.
"Sheesh," Hawke's eyes widened as she gazed upon the large wound marring her chest below her left shoulder. The rough X-shaped cut was already beginning to scar over at the tips, but the center area was still bleeding freely.
"Here," Chopper reached out a hoof and hovered over the patches of blistered skin bordering the injury, "They aren't quite second degree burns. But since they're so close to the open wound, they won't heal as quickly. Well, maybe… for a normal human. I can't say for sure with you. No nerves were damaged though, so I think your paralysis was only temporary, probably induced by shock."
Hawke nodded and watched in silence as the doctor cleaned and re-bandaged her shoulder.
"Have you noticed any other side effects?" Chopper asked when he'd finished, glancing at the brown folder laying on the ground nearby.
Hawke frowned, flexing her fingers before pulling them into fists.
"Nothing yet," she shook her head.
"Since it didn't involve something that was already a part of your body, I can't say for sure what will happen," Chopper said, "But don't worry, we'll help you get through it."
A loud chorus of raucous cheers burst through the flapping door of the tent and Hawke turned her head to glimpse an enormous bonfire and many dancing silhouettes.
"It sure is lively out there," she sighed, "I hope I can join in soon."
The little reindeer let out a humph noise.
"Not today," he said sternly, "I can't allow you to get out of bed until the bleeding has stopped. And I don't think you should bring out your wings until then either. The strain might reopen the wound."
Hawke pouted but nodded her head.
"Of course, Chopper," she sighed again, watching the doctor put away his tools, "Um, could you ask Robin to come visit?"
His pink hat bobbed as he jumped down from the stool at her bedside.
"Sure, I'm going to go check on Wiper and I think Robin was talking with him and the Shandian Chief," Chopper said as he left the tent.
Hawke watched the reindeer vanish before turning her attention back to the broken chain in her hand. Her thumb rolled lightly over the empty clasp.
"It's gone," her voice escaped in a breathy whisper, "It can't hurt anyone ever again."
"Tch!"
Hawke stiffened and jerked her head up to see Zoro hovering in the entrance to the tent. He had a mug in his hand and a light flush on his cheeks, but his eyes were clear and almost scolding as they moved over her. Hawke felt his gaze travel up from her palm and settle on her shoulder. She let out a soft chuckle.
If my momentary suffering was all that was needed to wipe that pearl from this world…, she smiled down at the chain, … then I am happy.
A stronger gust of wind blew through the open door and lifted goosebumps across Hawke's skin. A few pieces of dirt near the door blew into a small dust devil, bringing another thought up from the scattered mess of her mind.
"Hey Zoro?" Hawke lifted her gaze to the still lurking swordsman, "After Enel hit me the first time, up under the dome… you said something about a tornado?"
He jerked his head into a short nod.
"Yeah, a tornado came out of nowhere and destroyed that cage thing," he said, "Everyone got thrown around. I think even Enel went down. He disappeared for a while after you fell."
A thoughtful frown flit over Hawke's lips. Wiper had demanded that she summon a spinning cloud; he must have thought she was the cause of the freak weather incident. Why would he think she could control the weather? That was Nami's thing.
"I wonder where it came from," she murmured.
"You asked to see me, Miss Scout?"
Hawke smiled as Robin appeared beside Zoro in the doorway. The swordsman let out a huff and stalked away without another word.
"Yeah, I was hoping we could have a… heart to heart," the scout fidgeted with the blankets covering her legs.
A fleeting emotion flashed over Robin's face but it was too quick for Hawke to catch. The older woman nodded and moved to the bedside, sitting down on the stool Chopper had left. She folded her hands over her lap and gave a smile.
"What is it, Miss Scout?" she asked, "You should be resting."
Hawke waved her hand dismissively and shook her head.
"Did you get what I asked for?" her eyes searched Robin's person and she smiled when the archeologist pulled out a slim teal book.
"Yes, I found this in your hammock along with that folder," Robin nodded, gesturing to said folder laying on the ground, "Doctor-san has read over the scientific report, as you suggested. And I must admit I indulged myself as well."
Hawke pursed her lips but then let out a sigh.
"Yes, I guessed you would," she said, catching the smug look on Robin's face. She held out her hands and the archeologist handed over the book. "And I can safely assume you've already read this as well?"
Robin nodded and the two sat staring at each other for a few moments. Hawke surveyed her friend, taking in her straight back and crossed hands. Robin had gotten rid of the dirty, torn clothes from the battle and now sported purple pants with a loose purple and pink dress shirt over a purple corset. So much purple. Her eyes were clear and her features were set in a neutral expression as she returned Hawke's stare. She appeared to be completely at ease, but the scout got the feeling that Robin was nervous.
"First, I want to restate my apology," Hawke cleared her throat and reached out to grasp Robin's hand, "I wasn't in my right mind during this battle and I let you and the rest of the crew down many times. I swear that won't happen again."
She felt Robin's fingers clench and looked up to see the archeologist's eyes wide with shock.
"You… you do not need to apologize," Robin's voice was low and quick, "If I am not strong enough to keep up I do not expect to receive any help."
Hawke frowned and squeezed the hand under her own.
"I promise I will help you if there's ever a moment when you aren't strong enough," the scout leaned forward, boring her stare into those icy blue eyes.
Robin seemed at a loss for words. She simply returned Hawke's stare until the scout released her hand and settled back onto the bed. In the silence that followed, Robin's brow wrinkled ever so slightly and her gaze dropped to her hands.
"If you must," she said quietly.
Hawke watched her friend for a few seconds before she cleared her throat, taking a moment to choose her words carefully.
"Please tell me about the Dark Angel," she asked as firmly as she could muster, "How you found out about this prophecy, what you think it means, what you think I am. Everything."
Robin lifted an elegant eyebrow. "Are you sure this is the time-?"
"Yes," Hawke cut her off, her fingers finding the broken chain that had fallen onto her sheets, "I need to know this. Now."
Robin's lips twitched, whether into a smirk or a frown Hawke couldn't tell.
"Alright," the archeologist lifted a hand to her mouth and she cleared her throat, "I suppose it's about time we pooled our information."
Hawke sat up a little straighter in bed and flicked her eyes to the door of the tent.
"Don't worry," Robin assured her, "I'm keeping an eye out for any eavesdroppers."
Hawke nodded and settled her gaze back on the archeologist. "Where did you find out about the prophecy?" she asked.
Robin gave a short nod.
"I first read it in a book in the Library of Ohara," she quickly took on a professorial tone, "But I must admit I thought little of it then. More recently, I discovered it carved into the ruins of a great city I found while working for Sir Crocodile. Unfortunately the stele on which it was inscribed had been heavily damaged, but I was able to decipher the prophecy. And since then I have been searching for this Angel who seems to be the key to finding the True History." Her blue eyes narrowed at the scout. "And the longer I am with you the more I am convinced that my hunch was correct; that you are this Dark Angel."
Hawke stifled her frown and leaned over the bed to pick up the brown folder.
"I am beginning to... start to believe the same thing," she cleared her throat, "Can you tell me exactly what you read on that stele?"
"I have already," Robin said, "But I will repeat it: From the east it will come. A dark angel to bring a long awaited peace. History will be undone when black wings fly once more."
"So you think that 'history will be undone' means the True History will be revealed?" Hawke asked.
Robin nodded.
"That seems to be one of the more appropriate conclusions," she said, "Or at least, in becoming undone, we will discover what it truly was. As for the other points of the prophecy… you are from the East Blue, yes?" Hawke nodded. "That fits with 'from the east it will come'. And you were born with black wings, which are specifically mentioned. Though this 'once more' has me intrigued. There are many ancient and mythical creatures said to have black wings, but I think the prophecy is alluding to a person such as yourself from history. Of course, all records of any such figure have been expunged by the World Government…"
Robin trailed off and glared into space. Hawke dropped her gaze to the folder in her hands and turned it over, running a finger along her own writing.
"Ahem," she gently cleared her throat, "Well I think there's a bit more to that prophecy than you thought. In Alabasta, there was a statue with this inscription, which the King and Vivi told me was part of the same verse."
There was a small schwiff as Robin leaned closer.
"What?" the archeologist's tone was both eager and doubtful, "Well the stele had been damaged…."
Hawke shifted under the covers, crossing her legs and sitting up straighter.
"It seems this was the first part of the prophecy: When sky joins Devil shadows of the past will fall to future light," she read out.
Robin held out her hand and Hawke gave her the folder.
"I did not see this…" the archeologist murmured, her eyes moving quickly back and forth across the page, "And this list? Are these other pieces of information?... Millenial dragons?"
Hawke's cheeks warmed and she tugged at a lock of her hair.
"Yes there have been many things that have been… curiously related," she cleared her throat, "But is there anything else you know about what this angel is… or how they're meant to undo history?"
Robin slowly lowered the folder to her lap and shifted her gaze to the book still clenched in Hawke's hands.
"All I can assume is from that volume," she said, "Where did you find it?"
Hawke looked down and ran a finger down its partially missing spine.
"I bought it off a salvager in Mock Town. I haven't had time to read it yet," she admitted, "A lot of stuff happened…"
"The author lived before the void century," Robin took on her professorial tone again, "She studied strange beings. And from these descriptions, it sounds very much like you would fall in with the specimens she was researching-…"
Hawke lifted an eyebrow as the archeologist paused, then she startled when Luffy came barreling into the tent. A large leg of some unknown meat was clenched in his fist and he waved it wildly like some sort of victory banner before swallowing it, bone and all, in one Luffy-sized gulp. Hawke's jaw dropped a little when he produced a second piece of meat from… who knows where.
"Hawke!" Luffy shouted over the cheering and music flowing in from outside, "Here! Sanji's making the best Sky Food!"
The rubber boy stretched through the space between them and landed on her bed with a large bounce. Before Hawke could react, the large chunk of meat was shoved into her face.
"Luffy, don't just go jumping-!"
Her words were cut off as crispy, fire-smoked breading filled her mouth and she was forced to take a large bite. Flavour exploded over her tongue and Hawke couldn't help but take a few more hearty chomps.
"Mmmm!" her eyes widened as Luffy pulled the food away, "So good!"
"It's cooked the way you like it," he chuckled, "This'll make you better in no time."
"Fufufu, isn't that a bit rich for someone who's bedridden?" Robin chuckled quietly.
"How can food be rich?" Luffy stretched his neck toward the archeologist, an innocently questioning frown on his face, "It can't have gold."
"She means it's too delicious for a sick person," Hawke said before taking another bite.
Luffy's expression twisted into one of horror.
"Robin! How could you say such a thing?!" he demanded, pulling the meat closer to him, "That isn't how food works! It makes sick people better!"
Hawke let out an annoyed grunt and yanked the food back. She hadn't realized how ravenously hungry she was.
"Hey you said this was for me, didn't you?" she muttered before taking another bite.
"Hey! Don't eat all of it! I want some too!" Luffy chomped down on the other side.
"Luffy!"
The two siblings ceased their tussling at Chopper's angry shout, which preceded the appearance of the doctor as he burst into the tent.
"Don't bounce around! Hawke can't move her shoulder or her wound will reopen!" the reindeer pounced onto the captain's head and growled in his ear.
"But meat will make her feel better," Luffy smiled, obviously thinking he was doing Chopper a favour.
"Get out!" the reindeer shouted, shifting into his most human form and picking up Luffy with one hand.
"Waaaaah!" the rubber boy's arms were spread wide as he cartwheeled through the air, thrown unceremoniously out the door.
Hawke stared, taken aback by Chopper's aggressive maneuver, before a fit of giggles bubbled up in her throat.
"It's alright, Chopper," she reassured the doctor as he pushed her back onto the bed and fussed over her dressings, "I was being careful with my shoulder. I didn't feel any pain."
"Whew," he let out a sigh when he saw her wound was still in good condition, "And it already looks better than when I last checked. That's good."
Hawke's stomach let out a loud growl as Chopper retied the bandages. She pouted at the door that Luffy and the delicious food had disappeared out of.
"I'll get you something to eat," the reindeer said.
"No need, Doctor-san," Robin smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Hawke's eyes widened as a row of hands sprouted from the ground and carried a plate of meat and vegetables into the tent. She let out a short laugh as another pair of hands sprouted up from the blankets at her knees and set the plate gently down on the bed.
"Your powers sure are handy, Robin," she smirked before diving right in.
Chopper gave a small giggle and the archeologist's lips twitch.
"Your spirits seem to have brightened," Robin said, "I didn't think you were the type to make jokes."
Hawke swallowed her mouthful as a thoughtful expression moved across her face.
"Well… it feels like a huge weight has lifted off my chest," her hand reflexively came up to grasp at the pearl around her neck, but, of course, it fell on empty air, "Quite literally…"
Robin nodded in understanding and Chopper gave her a gentle smile.
"Don't overdo it with the food," the doctor said as he walked towards the door.
"Aye-aye!" Hawke gave Chopper a salute, which brought a flush and an adorable dance out of the reindeer before he disappeared behind the tent flap.
The scout's attention returned immediately to her plate and she polished it off in the blink of an eye. Robin waited patiently. Hawke let out a content sigh and leaned back on her pillows. The bed shifted and a flash of gold drew the scout's eyes. She jerked her arm out to snatch the necklace just before it fell to the ground.
"Ouch!" she hissed as pain stabbed at her shoulder, "Oops."
"Fufufu, it seems you don't need the Captain's help to disobey Doctor's orders," Robin chuckled.
Hawke's cheeks flushed and she winced as she settled back and slung the gold cross safely around her neck. She eyed the bandages on her shoulder nervously but no stain showed itself through the white cloth.
"Alright," she let out a relieved sigh and turned her gaze back to the archeologist, "Where were we?"
Robin smirked and bent to pick up the book, which had fallen unnoticed to the floor in the Luffy-induced distraction.
"Ox Narrows lived almost one thousand years ago," she began, "According to this book, she and her partner were studying two very interesting topics. She doesn't name this partner, but they were cataloguing the various devil fruits and their properties. I'm sure they are the author of such a book in the World Government's possession. Narrows, on the other hand, was looking into rare and powerful beings that seemed to be born with the powers of devil fruits but without having consumed them or suffering the side effects of them."
Hawke nodded, she'd gathered this much from reading the brief introduction back in Mock Town.
"What's interesting is the nature of these beings," Robin continued, "There are entries mentioning everything from humans to fishmen to humanoid animals. With every 'specimen', as Narrows calls them, having some unnatural powers and at least one physical trait that doesn't occur normally in their species."
"Like having wings?" Hawke interrupted.
Robin nodded. Hawke's eyes widened and she leaned eagerly forward.
"Unfortunately, Narrows never met any of these people," Robin smiled softly as she continued, "They all lived before her time and she created this book solely through researching historical texts and recording peoples' oral histories. A particularly important source of information was a tribe of nomads called the Gypsies. She quotes them quite often."
Hawke's eyes widened. Gypsies? Where had she heard of them before?
"The Gypsy People were actually a collection of separate bands that traveled around the Grand Line, never settling in one location for more than a year," Robin took Hawke's change of expression as piqued interest, "Since they were always on the move, they kept no written record of their history. Though the depth of their knowledge was incredible based on what Narrows learned from them. Unfortunately, she doesn't mention any more about these people than what I've already told you."
Hawke nodded distractedly. Her eyes strayed to the folder sitting on Robin's lap and she caught sight of her own penciled list.
"Can I see that again?" she held out her hand and Robin, after giving her a surprised glance, gave it to her.
The scout peered at her list of 'curiously related' items, her fingers clenching slightly as she reached the bottom.
Cielle.
Crocodile… it was Crocodile who had said something about gypsies…
"Did they all die out?" she frowned at the folder.
"I don't know," Robin said, "I've found no record of such a people in my searches, but I haven't been looking for any."
Hawke stared at the folder for a few more seconds before shrugging and tossing it onto the blankets.
"So what did Narrows find out from the Gypsies?" she asked.
"That there seemed to be a pattern to the appearance of these strange beings," Robin smiled, shifting in her seat and crossing her legs, "According to their stories, whenever a woman got caught up in a terrible natural disaster and survived, she would miraculously become pregnant and the child she would give birth to would have strange traits and powers tied to the specific disaster the mother had endured."
Hawke gave the archeologist and incredulous stare.
"Wait… natural disasters can lead to pregnancy?" she asked, "Aren't there usually men involved in things like that?..."
Robin nodded and gave a low chuckle.
"Yes, that is the normal way of things," she smirked, "However, in these cases the women are caught in massive forest fires, or almost drown in a hurricane at sea, or get buried in landslides, only to be pulled out alive and, well... pregnant."
Hawke blinked slowly.
"…alright," she sighed, "But if I am one of these… what does Narrows even call people like that?"
"She calls them Elementals," Robin said, "But it's noted that the Gypsies called them Angels and said they appear when a new dawn approaches."
Hawke blinked again, even more slowly this time. I know I said I needed to know now, she thought, rubbing a hand over her forehead, but this is getting pretty crazy.
"Okay… um," she frowned and shook her head, "So if I am an Angel… does that mean I don't have a father?"
Robin's eyes widened and she stared, taken aback by Hawke's question.
"Well, yes, I suppose it would," she said at length.
Hawke's frown deepened and she began to fidget with the blankets.
"… Maybe we should stop for now," she gave Robin an apologetic glance but the archeologist was smiling at her.
"Of course, Miss Scout," Robin nodded, "It is a lot of information. But I think we both made some progress. We can continue later."
She stood and made her way to the door of the tent, only to stop just before she lifted the flap.
"But perhaps you should know this now," Robin turned back and fixed Hawke under a suddenly icy stare, "From what I gather from Narrows' descriptions, these Angels can wield power akin to that of the Ancient Weapons. I don't know how it will manifest, but maybe you should be careful when fighting in the future."
Hawke blinked back at the archeologist before she disappeared through the door, leaving the scout to mull over this massive information dump.
"What the hell?!" Hawke gasped into the empty tent, "What the hell am I?!"
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Since this story has received 100 reviews, I thought I'd do a re-vamped SBS for Hawke! (I haven't changed much) Enjoy!
Name: Hawke
Age: 17
Birthday: March 17
Animal: Butterfly
Numbers: 06, 77, 10
Colour: White
Smell (according to Chopper): Vanilla and fresh air
Favourite Island and season: Summer on a Summer Island
Favourite foods: steamed vegetables and fried fish (Makino's specialty)
Least favourite food: licorice (hates the flavour)
As a family: second daughter
Nationality: Irish
Cover page (chapter 790): Ireland (leprechaun costume)
Inner brain: Luffy… friends...cleaning… prophecy...
Flower: Mountain Lily
Blood type: XF, AB (same as Zoro and Franky)
Bathing: Every other day
Japan Prefecture: Ishikawa
Sea of Origin: East Blue
Typical hours of sleep: 6 hours
Suitable career choice in our world: Librarian/Bookshop keeper
Cooking abilities: pretty good, but best at pub food (fish and chips, burgers, sausages, shepherd's pie, etc.)
