#🦩 ❝ The Royal Game ❞ ▻ interaction

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🎲 (for tesoro)

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (not accepting anymore!)

➤ an old church

In order to measure a person's worth one must do more than just push them. The real way to test their worth is to give them POWER. When they gain the freedom to act outside the boundaries of law and ethics, that's when their souls can be seen.

A tactic used since days long gone and remaining true to that very day. Tesoro had for a very long time been in his GRACES, but was equally a THORN in one's eye. From the day of auction of goru goru no mi to the day they had become business partners, it was apparent Tesoro had chosen to be someone Doflamingo would use, but also someone who would BETRAY him. Or attempt to do so.

There were rumours ( when weren't there rumours? ) of Tesoro trying to REMOVE Doflamingo from the top position he had acquired with a few enemies of his. While these could be LIES, he fully knew where there was smoke, there was a fire. Doflamingo didn't like fires.

Granted, when he called Tesoro over for a business meeting—which the man knew better than to refuse—he was sure the Casino King didn't expect it to happen in an old, abandoned church.

The doors were opened for him at the appointed time of his arrival, with Pica and Diamante remaining outside. Doflamingo was seated on one of the pews, his gaze directed upward towards a biblical painting, and humming a tune as Tesoro came closer.

❝ Do you have an idea why I've summoned you here, Tesoro? ❞ He slowly turned his attention towards him, SMILE in place. He surely had an idea.

❝ Either you start talking or pick a god and pray. ❞

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🎲 for Aeon one as well

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (not accepting anymore!)

➤ an 80s/90s themed mall

The ECCENTRICITY of the place was a perfect fit for someone like him, even if a mall was the LAST place one would find Doflamingo at. Bright neon signs, indoor plants, arcades and the buzzing of people amidst stores almost made him stop to merely OBSERVE. However, his legs carried him forward to Alveare, a vintage shop on the second floor.

CURIOSITY had brought him there, and the clues which were left behind on crime scenes. An unusual mess, a shift in power balance, a new group which wanted to make a name for itself—it was PROMISING. His time in Spain was well spent, but the mess which was unfolding in New York made it clear how the city itself kept constantly adapting and evolving, with or without his presence. ALMOST insulting, were it not as amusing.

Doflamingo went through the clothes while trying to discern which one of the few present people was the one he was looking for. An elderly woman trying on a coat, a young lady looking at vintage dresses with appreciation, a young man trying on fedoras or the older gentleman going through tuxedos.

His eyes caught a large pink coat which seemed to be calling out to him. Upon trying it out, it was clear the coat fit him PERFECTLY. He should buy it.

❝ Question, good sir. ❞ It was the young man with fedoras. ❝ Which one of these fedoras fits me better for a 1930s party? ❞ The man tried out a beige one then changed it with a pearl green one.

❝ Beige, definitely. ❞

❝ You think so? Hmmm... a shame really. I was really digging the green one. Alas! ❞ Doflamingo wasn't sure if it was the manner in which the younger man spoke, the THEATRICS or the glint in his yellowish eyes, but something told him he was the one he was looking for.

❝ You mentioned a 1930s party. Is it a private one or of a larger audience? ❞

❝ Larger audience—naturally, half of the city's been invited. Didn't you hear about it? Rumour has it actual gangsters will be present. Talk about a proper spin on a 1930s party, mwahahaha! ❞ He looked himself in the mirror, adjusted the beige fedora on his head, smiled in triumph.

❝ Most interesting. Who's hosting this large party? ❞

❝ You, of course. Who else knows everyone in this city? ❞

❝ I thought you LESS eccentric from your letters, Lukurra. Now, why should I ever throw such a ridiculous party? ❞

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"I'll kill him, but how much is it worth to you?" Vital paused, a brow raised and feline-like disposition curling the corners of his mouth in a smirk. "Then halve that and offer me something that isn't just boring money."

How much is it worth to you?

Life was priceless, but it was priceless only if it was his OWN. The lives of others... they were a transaction, a business cycle. A customer while alive, merchandise while dead. Sometimes both at the same time. A tool for Doflamingo to use, exploit, and benefit from, regardless of the cost. Once there was a cost he wasn't willing to pay, a leverage to use against him — a WEAKNESS. Carved from the same flesh as him, and the warmest of blood running through veins. Blood which now stained the earth, had ran deep towards the root of all evil and was powerless against it. The greatest cost had already been paid, painted RED by his own hands, still leaving the faint metallic smell in the air whenever Doflamingo thought of the memory.

Sometimes, he even wanted to relive the memory. The anger, the hatred from someone once so beloved, the CALM which overtook his whole body as he aimed, the pull of the trigger and how easy it felt, its weight after the gunshot, the SILENCE when the last breath left lips. It felt as if he was breaking from the CHAINS and had become limitless, yet later did he realise he only swapped them for new, different ones. The IRONY.

❝ If putting a price tag on something universally considered priceless doesn't clue you in, Vital, I'm disappointed. ❞ Doflamingo was aware he and Vital were cut of the similar cloth. Doflamingo had no morals when it came to others, and he suspected Vital still possessed FRAGMENTS of humanity in him. Whether those fragments were mere masks he wore for the sake of blending in or were Vital's REAL feelings didn't matter. He was, just like many hitmen, ready to be TRUE to himself or DOUBLE-FACED enough to swallow it all down. ❝ Two hundred thousand dollars. ❞ More than enough for the trash he wanted taken out. A clean job, no witnesses and nothing traced back to him. The standard.

Lips quirked up at the counter-offer, seemingly AMUSED. It was a rare occasion to pay LESS than the offered amount, not that Doflamingo would complain. The amount to satisfy the hitman mattered little to him, and so long as he had his price ( EVERYONE did ), Doflamingo would get what he wanted too.

He rose from his chair and made his way to the cabinet with drinks. Doflamingo poured himself whisky, and ONLY for himself. He never served others. Tangy, citrus-like flavour of Macallan slid down his throat, and as he approached Vital, the smirk never left his lips. ❝ Do you believe yourself worthy of something other than money? ❞ Savouring the moment and the taste on his tongue, his smirk was equally devious as it was provoking. ❝ If yes, prove it. ❞

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❛ ...the world as a whole isn’t so bad. If you destroy it completely, what will you have left to live in? ❜ 

Rustling and the sound of scribbling on paper made him lift his gaze from the history book in hands. A few mere silent second were needed for curiosity to be sated and the book closed—marked with a bookmark for further reading. The question posed wasn't as surprising by itself as much as the chosen MOMENT of its musing or WHOSE lips it came from. He assumed Rosinante's commentary upon Doflamingo's thoughts stated over a family dinner were delayed only due to the SPEED at which the conversation kept going. Unless his younger brother wished to be more open with him, and had decided to open the discussion in private.

Doflamingo looked him over, the face and makeup, the EYES which were so similar yet different to his own. Sometimes they seemed as equally COLD as his, sometimes they seemed as if Rosinante's were even COLDER. A trick of the mind, surely. A caught glance which wasn't ACTUALLY directed at him.

A chuckle filled the space, melodic and low. Someone might even mistake it for an amused one, while it was anything but. He was hoping his brother would UNDERSTAND. He hoped his flesh and blood, having experienced the world on his own for YEARS, having gone through the same fall as Doflamingo had, would KNOW the answer. A part of him hoped they were the SAME.

Perhaps there exist wishes so profound that even godhood is unable to bring them to reality.

❝ It's not a matter of what I will have left, Corazón, it's a matter of what I will create in MY name once I destroy it. ❞

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❝ How, pray tell, would I gain an audience with you if I had gotten out? ❞ It was merely LOGICAL on his part to remain inside as long as necessary. Some may call it a battle of WILL or mere HOPE the goddess would appear, which is why he took his chances. Doflamingo didn’t gamble often, but when he DID, he made sure the odds were in his favour. Her kindness towards humankind was what prompted him to seek her guidance. Naturally, there was a possibility of the goddess giving up and leaving him on his own, which was why he did come prepared.

Should he not return by sunrise to his castle, Vergo was to seek him out on the path Doflamingo laid for him. He was to tie STRINGS where he passed so he wouldn’t let himself be found in a position of needing guidance as well. The story of Theseus and the Minotaur, so often forgotten by humankind with the ever-changing names and faces of the gods above and below. Much easier for a KING to remember due to his personal library and love of literature.

Much easier for a king to indulge the ideas of IMMORTALITY and GODHOOD as well. Stories of mortals defying the laws of nature, of SAGES living for hundreds of years, of MIRACULOUS healing done by mere mortals, of magic that was TAUGHT to them by the gods, of DEMI-GODS living among the mortals and becoming heroes. The fact there were PLENTY of beliefs and gods as there were humans made him deduce that GODHOOD wasn’t limited to beings they defined as gods. It wasn’t predestined, it wasn’t set in stone. A god was BORN and a god DIED just as people did, but under different circumstances than natural DEATH. He only needed to figure out HOW.

❝ Us mortals can’t reach the planes you gods occupy. ❞ Yet, at least. ❝ Which shouldn’t really surprise by our interest in you and your lives. ❞ Every other man for a different reason, of course. ❝ My questions may end up being trivial or even arrogant, but which is more important to a god or a goddess, fervour of its subjects or doctrines? ❞

@umbrx  liked this for a Goddess AU starter.

Ikkaku scowled as she sensed the mortal king refuse to follow the will-‘o-the-wisp again. She’d been sending her light to him for hours, but the man refused to budge. She’d known some stubborn humans, but this one appeared to be in a league of his own. What was worse was that he’d deliberately trapped himself in a labyrinth created around him by a massive earth golem, so he genuinely didn’t know the way out, yet he refused to simply allow himself to be led by her lights to freedom.

Sighing, she pinched her brow. She knew Law would encourage her to just leave the mortal to his doom. If he was too foolish and stubborn to do the obvious thing and follow a divine light to safety, then he clearly had no right to live. Unfortunately, that logic also sounded far too much like Hawkins’ for her taste. The God of Destiny was always telling her she should not intervene, as if a mortal got lost, it was their fate to stay lost.

As irritating as the mortal king was, she would rather lead a fool by the hand out of his own mess than allow that bastard to be right. Because if he was right about that, then he could be right about other things…

So, getting up from her crystal chair, the Lady of the Light grabbed her lantern, closed her eyes, and willed herself to the moral plane. When she opened her eyes, she found herself standing before a tall, blonde monarch draped in finery smiling down at her.

Crossing her arms, she frowned disapprovingly at him. “You could have been out of this labyrinth hours ago if you had simply followed my lights. Were they not obvious enough guides for you?”

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🎲 (here for the chaos brothers)

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ an empty hallway of a hospital

Doflamingo would know him by his mere SHADOW if he was to glimpse it in passing. He would know him by the rise of his chest and the posture while he walks. He would know him by the way he BREATHES if he was close enough to hear it.

The man before him was undoubtedly his younger brother. The one he HIMSELF has KILLED a few years back. He shouldn't be seeing him other in DREAMS, in his MEMORIES. Not in a hospital he merely stopped due to Pink's feverish state and unexpected symptoms.

❝ Fufufu! I thought I had already killed you, brother. Must I kill you for a second time to make sure you STAY dead? ❞ The dimmed light made it unclear which emotions played on Rosinante's face, if any at all. However, Doflamingo's surely showed ANGER. Pure, divine anger.

Doflamingo moved towards the man he once called BROTHER. His steps were heavy in the hallway, powerful. He was ready to raise his hand against his blood, ready to END this overly long chapter of his life. To finally CUT FREE from the chains of his bloodline.

Unless...

❝ Is Law with you? ❞

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🎲 what could ever go wrong?

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ stuck in an elevator (I could not make this up even if I wanted to lmao)

He could tell how much Crocodile hated the DISGRACEFUL position he was put in. Were it anywhere else, he was sure he'd be angry at best, but nothing probably hurt the reptile more than disgrace in HIS OWN CASINO. Were it Crocodile on his own? Someone would get fired or eaten, but he'd forget about it as soon as it was over.

The disgrace happened before DOFLAMINGO, and the blond was more than aware how that fact alone was like a knife to the heart. He knew how much Crocodile VALUED control over his employees and over his establishment. That control now vanished before the reptile just as sand vanished between fingers. Doflamingo was SATISFIED.

They hadn't spoken a word since they got into the elevator—there was no need to. The situation spoke for itself.

Maybe, somewhere deep down Crocodile HOPED to be graced by his divine voice. To be challenged and bite BACK in a poor attempt of regaining COMPOSURE and COMMAND. Such a moment didn't come. Not yet, at least.

Doflamingo would let him simmer on it. He would let the reptile SWEAT by his own over-analysing mind, never indicating WHEN he'd make his remark on such SLOPPINESS. He knew Crocodile was aware it would come at one point, which is why here and there he'd merely SIGH. If, for some reason, Crocodile wasn't bothered by the situation in the slightest—well then. No wonder why he was still STUCK as a casino owner and not a king.

Minutes passed, no one was yet to reach them. Granted, BOTH could get out of the elevator by their own will, but then the game would be over. Doflamingo would win either way. Either by destroying the elevator which Crocodile would need to PAY, or by letting Crocodile do it first and damage his own property. He, simply put, had no way of turning this into his favour.

❝ Wani-yarou, are you so stingy with your money you don't even hire maintenance for your elevators? Fufufu! ❞

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🎲 for Stella?

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ a dressing room full of performers after a big performance

The meeting itself was meant to be a SECRET one. The theatre was playing Il trovatore, and while Doflamingo found the story of revenge gone wrong more than ENTERTAINING, he was also aware the choice of the opera was INTENTIONAL. Celestial Dragons were a thorn in his side just as much he was in theirs. Must be in the family.

Since SHE was the one choosing the story, Doflamingo had made sure to rearrange the SETTING. He made sure the performers were still in the dressing room even when they were meant to be GONE. The meeting would be WITNESSED, rather than kept in the dark. Naturally, the people there were smarter than to ever talk about it to others, but the mere fact they could be USED later on remained clear. Unless Stella decided to erase them from existence.

❝ People and their inability to follow orders. Annoying, isn't it? ❞ It was merely annoying when one's orders weren't followed. It was different when they WERE. One may consider his action as PETTINESS, though it was far from the truth. His action was for mere AMUSEMENT.

By the rapid breathing of the actors who hadn't expected them there and by the fear-induced SILENCE which they caused, he knew the next question would make them even more UNEASY. Not Stella, though. ❝ You said you wanted someone dead. Care to give me more details now since you managed to gain my attention? ❞

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How LAUGHABLE. Doflamingo was more than aware of Caesar’s capabilities of betrayal. He knew the other would switch sides if it served him better — SURVIVAL demanded it, and Caesar, while precious to Doflamingo, wasn’t DEVOTED like his Family was. He wouldn’t offer his LIFE for him. He was serving him because he offered things no one else could, and while the Heavenly Demon trusted him in the laboratory, he didn’t actually TRUST Caesar. It was in the nature of all living things to find some being GREATER than themselves and place their trust in that being, following it blindly. At the top of that trust were GODS, which was why Caesar’s trust in Doflamingo was expected. It was INSTINCTUAL. However, Caesar wasn’t a devotee. He was a scientist, one who dared QUESTION the nature of things. If there ever were a moment in which he concluded siding with SOMEONE ELSE was more beneficial, he would do it. It was a type of betrayal he didn’t need to worry about as he could foresee it, unlike the one from his own flesh and blood. ❝ Do you see me as someone unprepared? ❞ He was usually ten steps ahead with his plans, making sure they couldn’t be easily ruined. Naturally, there weren’t many scientists who could REPLACE Caesar. There was Vegapunk, who could possibly do an even better job with SMILES, and Vinsmoke Judge. Vegapunk’s disappearance would alarm the World Government ( assuming he’d work for Doflamingo ), and the Vinsmoke would surely LACK the imagination to see all the possibilities of artificial Devil fruits. Mere circumstances made Caesar PERFECT for the role, not that he’d tell him that. Scientists had fickle egos. ❝ Nothing will happen to you. ❞ He wouldn’t LET anything happen to him. He’d have way too many problems if it did.

❝ Now I’m wondering, what prompted this line of questioning? ❞ Monet hadn’t reported anything unusual recently, nor had she noticed changes in the scientist. Were these genuine worries or was he trying to make a specific point? ❝ I’d rather you speak of your desires, Caesar, I can’t read minds. ❞ Yet. / @autotoxins​

@umbrx ,, starter call .

     ❝ Of course I have no intentions of ever betraying you. ❞ Caesar stated, calmly, though his large eyes were fixed upon the other. He had thought a lot about this conversation. ❝ But I’m wondering - do you have insurance? What if something happens to me? Do you have someone else who can produce SAD for you? ❞ He knew, of course, that the answer was NO. There was nobody else in the world who COULD do it. What Caesar really wanted to know was how much Doflamingo relied upon him. Knowing his own importance would give him a guideline as to how much he could use the warlord. He was happy in his current state, yes. He had a private lab and all the test-subjects he could possibly want. But - he wished to be able to do more research, not just work on developing the SAD formula. If he was vital to Doflamingo, then surely, the other would be very accommodating, wouldn’t he? 

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🎲

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ the driver and passengers seats while driving for the past 2 hours

From what Doflamingo could tell, she had NO IDEA what had gone down few hours prior. There was some confusion upon their meeting ( from both sides ) and there was a bit of tension when she let him into her car. While he did remain SILENT for a good portion of the ride—despite her attempts at some small talk, he pondered as to WHY her number was the only one in the phone procured to him.

He was meant to meet LUKURRA, and while the guy made sure to be secretive, he had already met with Doflamingo once. The unexpected encounter with Smoker would've gone fine were it not for illegal substances in his car (which Doflamingo didn't place there). He knew when someone betrayed him, and he knew what it was to frame OTHERS. It wasn't often he found himself with tables turned.

He didn't like it.

❝ What did you say you do for a living, Melody? ❞ She hadn't said yet. Despite his disinterested behaviour prior, Doflamingo HAD paid attention to everything she had shared. Information was power, and he had way too many questions and little to no answers.

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🎲

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ outside of a train station at midnight

The hour had just struck midnight, and Doflamingo realised he had arrived at least fifteen minutes early. He wouldn't deny the ANTICIPATION that ran through his being, the mere INTRIGUE directed at the person he was yet to meet. They had exchanged letters before, both under an alias, and while he believed he knew his secret friend deeper than OTHERS, he was still to meet him—this brilliant mind that had helped speculate and solve problems in the beloved city of London.

He often wondered as his eyes scanned the letters and perfect penmanship whether it was all a TRAP. There was a chance his acquaintance was, in fact, not a rebel like himself but a secret police officer playing the role. If that were true, it would bring out a DIFFERENT KIND of anticipation.

As the patter of rain slowly quieted down, the sound of footsteps grew louder. His head faced the direction where the answers awaited. The answer he received left him positively AMUSED.

❝ It's nice to finally make your acquaintance, Rowan. ❞ It seemed no one had followed her. The situation almost made him LAUGH. The rebel he had written to for months was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen; one he was introduced to before. His family's long lasting enemy, a Riku. ❝ Should I assume the things we spoke of still stand? Or should I erase everything from memory? ❞

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🎲 / from Valeria 🔪

𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 “🎲” (𝐨𝐫 "𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞") 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 (still accepting!)

➤ an old church

He wasn't given much information, a mere TEXT MESSAGE ( how dare she just message him? ) asking him to come over to PRAY with her at a church outside of the city.

Doflamingo DIDN'T believe in a god other than HIMSELF, and he knew his daughter didn't believe in another one either. He knew whatever she had done implied SECRECY and a call for HELP. She didn't need him to save her, not physically. She probably needed help with LEGAL side of things. Something he was more than able to give her.

Vergo dropped him off at the given location, asking whether he should accompany him. Doflamingo told him to remain in the car, as he was sure he and Valeria would be returning soon.

Branches snapped under his weight as he made his way towards the crumbling church ahead. Broken windows, unsteady structure, chipped off wood from the doors, 666 graffiti all over the outer walls and overall profanity directed at something IMAGINARY. As he finally reached the door, he could see the faint light of CANDLES inside, and his daughter next to them. In a circle of candles was someone ELSE.

He dialed his best friend before he lost the signal. ❝ Join me and Valeria in this shithole. ❞ Doflamingo didn't intend to wait on Vergo to arrive, he walked himself right in.

Valeria awaited him with a smile on her lips and a hug upon his arrival. The man in the circle was dead, MORE than dead. Mutilated. She was having fun. His lips kissed the top of her head, a PROUD smile on his lips. ❝ Next time, leave them alive til I arrive, alright? ❞

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It was HARDLY a scarf. ❝ Fufu~, take another guess. ❞ It was a coat. Made from the softest feathers of the most beautiful birds.

She wasn't wrong about him being a bird person, however. Doflamingo ENJOYED the finer things in life, and he enjoyed beings WORTHY of his gaze. BIRDS happened to be one of them. ❝ You strike me as a bird person too. ❞ Lips stretched into a taunting smile. ❝ An appreciator of fine taste. ❞

' That's an awfully nice scarf. A bird person, I'm assuming? ' @umbrx liked for a one liner

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All birds will be adopted by him.

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❝ Lamy stop lying to my birds. You won’t become friends with them if you lie, child. ❞

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Crocodile sends him a box of sand. || @videcoeur​

❝ Fufufu! I know you're old-fashioned, but inventing the lamest booty call isn't how you want to go down in history, Wani-yarou. Do better. ❞