#‧₊˚✩ INTERACTIONS ₊˚✩ / ❝ calypso gerridae ❞

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quiet, please. i can't concentrate here. / zoro @ calypso

a finger was raised in a scolding gesture as mouth opened to let out MORE words but the other's sudden order came as a shock. the tattooed woman just stood there, gaping in disbelief for a while before closing it, lips forming a tight line. one could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears. she truly did hate when people interrupted her while talking. she was known for being a CHATTERBOX ; telling tales, sharing her knowledge about the sea and why black cats were dangerous. lethal even. she tried, like really tried, to not say anything. it felt as if she was about to explode. so instead of talking, calypso began to tap her foot against the ground as she crossed her ink covered arms over her chest, fingers DRUMMING against the skin. head tilted as brown eyes observed the other, raising an eyebrow. curiosity seemed to get the better of her (and it didn't help either that the helmsman felt she was about to combust at any second). " why? and what exactly are you concentrating on? " /@cherrygardn

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“can i take you out to dinner sometime?” ( to Calypso, from Sanji! for the lols ) 

sunshine was bleeding into the sea as the sun was setting. birds chirping, flying around in the air, playing. it was a peaceful and beautiful evening. the sky was pink - a SIGN that a storm was coming, but the water was calm. a cloud of smoke escaped the pipe in her hand, climbing towards the lurking darkness, high, high, above her. brown eyes observed the ships, taking notes and writing down ideas in her mind. the SUDDEN question dragged her back to reality, rather abruptly and harsh, as she almost dropped her pipe into the ocean. blonde hair whipped as she turned around, glaring at the man. arms crossed over chest, the ink began to live, to dance, on tense arms. the pipe had once belonged to her BELOVED grandfather and if she had lost it to the ocean, she would, without any hesitation, break every bone in his body.

" and here i thought it was rude sneaking up on people. " calypso inhaled before exhaling, more smoke escaping her lips. a hard grip around the pipe as she eyed him, observing. " NO. " head nodded towards the large boats. " but i wouldn't refuse a ship, a wreck also works. " she really could go on and on, talking about different ships, how to fix up wrecks, creating new ones, better ones. and she was only mere seconds away, beginning to babble, but something stopped her - a feeling in her stomach. " and i WON'T say no to new tools or boots or - " fingers began to move as she began to list everything he could offer instead of dinner. it went on for quite a while before shoulders were raised before lowered, shrugging. " but there's really no need. though, it would be pretty sweet of you. " a smile tugged on her lips. " i must say you do really have some nerve - talking to unknown women like that. " /@killedarlings

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@killedarlings asked i should have disposed of you when i had the chance. ( to Calypso, from Crocodile! )

" don't be so dramatic. " the war at the marineford hade taken its' toll - not only colourful art DECORATED the body. there was blood, bruises and wounds. a surrealistic mess. cheeks were still wet from the crying. to witness the death of both her father and her brother in the same day... heartbreaking. DEVASTING. but here she was, still standing (barely), calypso gerridae, former helmsman of the whitebeard pirates, sailing away from the chaos. THE PAST. and still there was a smile on her lips as the salty air filled her lungs, the wind playing with her hair, making it look like liquid gold moving in the sunlight. " i know you didn't like pops, but he's GONE now. " her family was breaking apart. it was all happening again. an endless loop. she could feel the urge of revenge beginning to boil in her blood. they would find blackbeard and his crew. " whitey bay would probably be happy to see you leave, but we won't reach land for many hours. "

ONLY those who had helped luffy and ace were welcome aboard the icebreaker - and yes, that meant that even this scary looking fella was welcome. " thanks for accidentally saving me. " brown hues gazed at him, TRULY meaning every single little word. the image of her grandmother being all alone in this mad world had filled her head ever since they had left marineford. she needed to visit dido soon. to hold her, to hug her, to know how much she was loved. one hand on the sterring wheel and the other hand was searching for the old lighter. fingers clutched and suddenly fire. smoke began to travel from her pipe to the clouds in the sky. to WHEREVER whitbeard and ace's souls might be in this very moment. " want some light to that cigar of yours? "

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❝it’s fine. you’re not in any danger.❞ / aqua @ calypso

the waves had LULLED her to sleep. it was an uneasy one. filled with nightmares and memories from the past. it had become common after the great battle at the marineford. seeing moby dick, her home, no - their home, being swallowed by the sea, had been a DEVASTING blow. she had cried her eyes out and almost nothing had been left when ace and whitebeard had died. at that moment she had just felt empty. lonely. the emptiness only grew after seeing several of her friends die. right in front of her. she, like so many others, had been greatly damaged. almost EVERY bone in her body had been broken due to her fighting too hard, not wanting to give up. she needed to keep that young boy alive. all of these images flashed by closed eyes and the feelings from that day filled her body.

calypso tossed and turned. sweating. she could feel the pain in body and mind. the AGONY. her body seemed to relive the pain from that day. her bones ached and the heart remained broken and it would never heal from what had happened. from what she had lost. after the war her family, the little of what had been left of it, had been fueled with REVENGE but that fight had ended as a tragedy. now they were scattered with the four winds. then that man had appeared, proclaiming he was the son of their captain. the former helmsman had not been prepared for a such unexpected visit. she would never forget his face for it was the last thing she saw before everything went black. she had no idea what happened after that.

the tattooed woman suddenly sat up. DRENCHED in sweat. she was cold and warm. her breathing was quick. as if she had been running for her life from something. fearful and wide brown eyes stared into someone else's soul. it took a second or two before calypso recognized the silhouette before her. " what - what happened? " /@cherrygardn

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a little warning next time! / aqua @ calypso

the cross with a crescent-shaped curve on the left hand seemed to dance, MOVING like the waves on the sea, as the grip around the ship's wheel tightened, making another steep turn on the water. it was impossible to tell how she ended up her. one moment she was sitting on the pier, drinking, and suddenly she was running along with a pirate, stealing a smaller ship to get away from the marines or whatever it was that was chasing them. " i could say the SAME! hold on tight - this gonna be a wild ride. " voice shouted over the howling wind. blonde hair was swaying and moving, wanting to cover her sight. an irritated sigh escaped calypso as she tucked strands away. " what the fuck did you do? " the scolding tone HID the fact that she was actually enjoying this. she had longed for adventure for quite some time, especially returning to the ocean. it might just be temporary but it still filled her body with adrenaline and happiness. " you owe me a new bottle of beer! " /@cherrygardn

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[ PULL ] : sender takes receiver by the hand to help them to their feet after they've fallen or been knocked over. / for calypso!

chest was raised as a puff of air released, MOVING strands of blonde hair that covered the visage as she was lying there on her back, sprawled, like a starfish, taking up space. with one swift movement the golden curtain that blocked her sight was removed. pupils contracted as rays of warm light caressed cheeks. her brown eyes always resembled the SUNSET on the open sea when it was this bright. gaze suddenly fell upon the other's hand. an offer to help her up and she gladly accepted it. however, just as their fingers brushed, something caught the helmsman's attention. at an impressive speed she broke free from his helping hand - only to grip his shoe, holding it up, CARRYING his whole body weight without any problem. " oi! you dumbass! you almost killed this little ladybug! " calypso gently lowered her index finger before raising it, right in front of his face, so he could see the insect clearly. " don't you know that's BAD luck? " this was no joke. she was completely serious about this. " we could have died if you stepped on it! like, most possibly in the future, but still. " /@kaizokugaris

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" oi! they're NOT superstitious. " gaze wandered, following the other's, observing the approaching shore. she could sense the prescence of several individuals. " if you hadn't interrupted me we wouldn't have this problem. " head moved from right to left, shaking in disappointment as a clicking sound escaped her, expressing disapproval.

" man you guys SURE have a lot of enemies. you'll soon surpass pops' numbers. " her captain had been a respected man, especially at the end of his life, but that didn't mean he hadn't had any foes. there had been many but those days were long gone. the whitebeard pirate were no more. she missed her family but she didn't mind giving the sea to the NEW blood. the straw hat pirates hadn't been on the open water for that long. it was impressive ; how far they had come and how much they had accomplished. it was their time now.

" pirates, marines or something else? " calypso took a step forward, standing BESIDE the swordman as she looked towards the island. she didn't recognize any of the auras. " got a plan? "

words went through one ear and right out the other, though a few managed to cause him to lose his focus some, prompting him to ask her to stop talking. it wasn't meant to be rude per say and he tried to indicate that he wasn't with the please but her superstitions and other odd things really weren't all that interesting to him. usopp on the other hand— zoro could see him writing everything down. it was unfortunate for her that she got stuck with him.

❝ because your superstitious stories aren't really helping right now. ❞ he gazed at her, adjusting just slightly to look at her from the good eye. it wasn't like he minded them. so far most her stories had been interesting but they were best saved for when he had a comfy place to sit and sake in hand. as if they were around a campfire telling scary stories, except they weren't scary to him.

❝ enemies. ❞ the swordsman finally responded to the second half of her question as he went back to peering out at the island before them.