Basic information.

I have been captured by a mercilessly joy blinded crew of idiot pirates. I am being shipped to Joker. I am in sea prism cuffs, making escape minimal to nonexistent.

The crew refuses to listen to reason.

I am treated badly, not torture, not physical torture. I am not allowed to be alone.

I am not allowed in the lower deck. Utter nonsense. I am not allowed near chemicals...while I find this the only smart decision the Straw Hat's have made I am still upset at the lost opportunity.

Damn them for being brainless except for in their decision to not allow me chemical access.

What little relief I have in the fact that I'm not forced to do anything terrible is crushed by the constant fatigue brought by the dastardly sea prism cuffs. As if I have an idea where I am or where I could go. I am a majority chemist not cartographer. Leave it to this bumbling crew to force me to feel like a sickly woman.

Fuckers.

I digress. I am unable to escape the dreadful truth that I have been kidnapped and my entire laboratory and factory has been trashed. I am stuck "hanging out" with the Straw Hat Pirates..how the mighty have fallen.

I would not have guessed that this ragtag group would defeat my beautiful soldiers.. If I could have just...

I am a scientist. Failure is the result that leads to the answer. I can't stress about my past actions, I can't do nothing to change them. It's a waste of enegry...

But it's still utterly demeaning, I lost to an idiot.

A teen.

A horridly impulsive Pirate Captain!

ugh..

It's difficult to tell whether my biggest problem is the Captain or his two hardest hitters, Sanji and Zoro. The swordsman is clearly stronger than his anatomy would suggest, this also applies to the chef. Then again, the other members are not without worrying strength.

There's an undead skeleton. I cannot deny the want to research it, a humanoid reindeer as well. That one is maybe the most interesting, mostly because of it's knowledge in science. Biological mainly but it also creates medicines.


My..er

Dislike for the sun is not something I will willingly give, who knows what they would do with that information?! I can't risk that.

I refuse to let them know how bad the sea prism stone is affecting me, they don't have to know that. What would that even give me?

I just need to hold out until I'm back with Joker.

Then he can make up for all that I've lost at the hands of the Straw Hats!

My lovely well formulated train of thought is derailed when a small "hoof" invades my vicinity.

Even though I was paying minimal attention to my surroundings I did not shriek. I would never.

I lower my gaze to the offender, Chopper.

"Jeez, I didn't think you would scream..I just wanted to ask you something.." The small reindeer shifts sheepishly.

If it's body language tells me anything, the subject is uncomfortable..

"Why would you do such a cruel thing to those kids?" I'm again reminded how young it is.

It's not like I made it my goal in life to experiment on children. I only intended to enjoy what access I had at the time, the government were the ones who decided what I was doing was Illegal. It just so happened that my imminent survival was bound to doing less than savory things for powerful pirates.

"Are you telling me you've never been thrown into a situation where it's either death or fallowing the orders of some money enriched idiot?" The reindeer responds like I've thrown icy water in it's face. Just cause I was doing something considered heartless and cruel doesn't mean I wanted to.

I'm not sorry, but it wasn't my choice. Damned government has it out for me..and a handful of other scientists.

"w..Well even if that's true you still aren't sorry for using those children as test subjects!..and I can't forgive you for that. But it sucks that you were forced to do that..." Why is this Pirate trying to...to sympathize with me?

To gain my trust?

I don't understand..

Chopper sighs but finally leaves, leaves me with the downwards spiral of negative emotions, I know it's not smart to dwell on.

But I can't just remove my anger.


I can't deny the high quality of the foods I'm given, the chef of the Straw Hats clearly isn't a novice. I wonder if they would poison me but I would know..

I also have not died yet so unless it's slow acting I probably haven't been poisoned.

I'm not given a place to sleep, left out on deck to sleep uncomfortably in dirt they pirated from whatever island they were on at the time.

My back protests.

A little discomfort is almost welcomed in the midst of my ever depressing thoughts.

I have full view of the moon's retreat and the sun's arrival. Having so little to do brings excess energy, not sleeping brings fatigue as do the cuffs. Maybe I'll collapse?

Wouldn't that be nice.

The undead musician descends the..tall part of the ship? Forgive me for not being aware of boat terminology. He wanders onto the deck in a manner that lacks the restrictions of living biology. His attention is caught by my sleeplessness. "I wasn't aware you had woken up!" The skeleton with no lips shouts.

I don't have the energy to flinch.

I throw a blank stare in the musicians direction "I did not wake up"

Having no real way of making any expressions the skeleton has the benefit of being unreadable through them.

"Oh.." I take this as an end to our little conversation and shift to lie on my side.

"Perhaps some music could help you sleep?" I would really rather not have to-

The skeleton has already started playing a lullaby. If I wasn't so tired I'd be enraged.

My wakefulness does not change after the skeleton has finished his song. Why would it? Not every person is receptive to music as a way of losing consciousness.

"..Do you often not sleep?" Feigned worry.

Otherwise it's miss placed worry. I am a prisoner of these Pirates! Have they never had a prisoner before now?

I sigh "A genius such as myself is often plagued by endless streams of thought. Not to mention not always having time for sleep." The skeleton shifts minutely in response.

Then begins the arrival of the rest of the crew, I'm left wishing I could just sedate myself. I don't even have access to a sedative to relieve me of experiencing this torture. Ah..but then again I would be forced to ask the little not not reindeer for help...I'd rather collapse.

My posture is as deflated as my coat.

Annoyingly the chef notices, observant bastard. Which leads to the doctor invading my space once again.

"I don't need your help Doctor. I am perfectly well. Sue me if I am not happy as a prisoner." They can just deal with it when I finally collapse.

The reindeer ignores me in favor if looking at my wrists? "Have you been getting enough sleep?" Worried about the constant contact with sea prism cuffs?

How thoughtful~

The skeleton answers for me "Not today~ Caesar said he was plagued by an endless stream of thoughts." I glare at the empty sockets of the musician.

Traitor.

Chopper makes a face reminiscent of a disappointed mother "Why didn't you tell me?"

Really? My blank expression is slightly altered by my lifted brow. " You are not my Doctor. I don't need to tell you anything."

Chopper's face scrunches unhappily, this earns me, an arguably unwarranted, hit to the head. I can only assume it was the doing of the ever silent Surgeon of Death.

He scurries off to the tell the rest of the Straw Hats. Maybe they'll decide to sedate me? Would that be better or worse..?

Hm..


The green haired sword lover returns to his napping position, like it's so easy to sleep..

I'm being monitored by the long-nosed sharpshooter, if you can call it monitoring, he's mainly focused on creating little projectiles of varying types.

Unfortunately the mosshead is a lot more aware than he seems at first glance.

I slump against the wall closest to me mindlessly scratching at the cuffs crippling me with their presence.

As far as I know the itch they are causing is neurological not physical but that doesn't make it go away.

I scratch harder in retaliation.

Just when I feel some relief my hand is ripped away from my wrist. The swordsman gives me a concerned glare "What are you doing? Have you not realized you're bleeding?"

...That does explain the relief.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" At the moment? I'm stuck on a pirate ship. Also the sea prism. Perhaps I'm losing m mind?

He waits for an answer I'm not going to give, by the time he realizes he's dragging me painfully into the Doctor's office, what little advantage my height would give is ruined by the swordsman's inhuman strength.

Chopper startles at our sudden presence. "Zoro? what are you-" Said sword lover manhandles my wrist into the Doctor's view.

Chopper's attention shifts onto me.

My self inflicted injury leads the tiny Doctor to notice my scars.

"Why would you do this?" He asks gesturing to the scratches now sluggishly leaking blood.

"..cause it's itchy." Choppers eyes return to examining the skin that makes contact with the cuffs, it's an unhappy red, there's some swelling but no rash.

I know that. If knowing relieved the itch then I would not be here.

It only itches because the devil fruit I ate changes the entire chemistry of my body, it's rejecting the forced solidity. Makes me wonder how the cuffs effect the reindeer or the undead musician..I think if I were left alone with nothing but my growing need to escape these cuffs and fatigue I'd most likely rip into my wrist until I was too woozy from blood loss to keep going..eugh

"I could give you an itch cream but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't help so I'll give you a numbing cream instead." Oh great, a numbing cream, so I can ignore the physical rejection..yaaaay.

There's a pause, the little animal is thinking of something, "is this because of your devilfruit?"

WHAT?

HUH?

HOW?

I mean..this reindeer is maybe the smartest creature on this ship, besides me.

My beyond surprised expression gives away the answer. "I thought that might be the case!" the reindeer is far too pleased by this revelation for my comfort, although the look of curiosity and excitement is a bit nostalgic.

"So you're saying cloud guy is ripping into his own skin because him and sea prism clash?" I'd almost forgotten the green one was here.