[was so long, that he couldn't just attach his right arm afterwards, since it was already dead. Also, not pictured in icons of course, but unless otherwise noted, during his whole time travel he's wearing his ridiculous fake moustache and some red wig, probably as ridiculous. Oh, and not wearing his hat, ever. He hasn't taken it with him to the past, because he doesn't want anybody to recognize him someday, after all./ooc]
[He hears from the mob calling out a Celestial Dragon filthy brat from the distance, and in that moment, feels both elation and rage.
He can't even desbribe his happiness and finally seeing Cora-san again, even in such strange circumstances. Of having a chance to do something for him.
And his rage at the stupid morons wishing him harm for things the child had no control of. Of course, nobody knew if Rocinante, in different circumstances, if his father never decided to leave Mariejois, wouldn't have grown up to be as pathetic, cruel, and a waste of air as other World Nobles - though Law very much doubted that, choosing to believe in inherent kindness of Cora-san's heart. Still, he was sure that as a child Rocinante never caused anyone any injury - he'd stake his life on that belief, even if he had no way to check it. So all these idiots, with all their righteous grievances, chose to exact their revenge on an innocent child just to feel good about themselves. Just to feel as if at least they had done something to pay back for the losses they've suffered.
Unlike Strawhat, they didn't go up to any real World Noble and punch them in the face. Which would be a reckless but admirable and right way to go about it. Of course they didn't, because they had no guts for it. They were only willing to do some mockery of revenge on a child that couldn't even defend himself. Damn those cowards. All of them.]
[He wouldn't even do anything to them, though, they weren't even worth his attention.]
Room.
[Whispered far enough from the mob, so that nobody hears. It's a large one. And the people inside it are probably too agitated too notice a circle on a ground. Then, he looks around. The hut looks like a good hiding place, so that's where he'll check first.]
Shambles.
[And now he changes places with a small part of glass pane that's still survived somehow in the window before now. So he's inside the hut now, without anybody seeing him go there, fortunately - anybody apart from the small boy that's pressed agains a wall several steps from him, that is.
He relaxes, attempting to look as nonthreatening as he can. (He has a sword, that's true, but it's sheathed and by his side, so he hopes that doesn't look like too great a threat.) ]
I forgot to mention this Law has a prosthesis because let's say the fight with Dofla
[He hears from the mob calling out a Celestial Dragon filthy brat from the distance, and in that moment, feels both elation and rage.
He can't even desbribe his happiness and finally seeing Cora-san again, even in such strange circumstances. Of having a chance to do something for him.
And his rage at the stupid morons wishing him harm for things the child had no control of. Of course, nobody knew if Rocinante, in different circumstances, if his father never decided to leave Mariejois, wouldn't have grown up to be as pathetic, cruel, and a waste of air as other World Nobles - though Law very much doubted that, choosing to believe in inherent kindness of Cora-san's heart. Still, he was sure that as a child Rocinante never caused anyone any injury - he'd stake his life on that belief, even if he had no way to check it. So all these idiots, with all their righteous grievances, chose to exact their revenge on an innocent child just to feel good about themselves. Just to feel as if at least they had done something to pay back for the losses they've suffered.
Unlike Strawhat, they didn't go up to any real World Noble and punch them in the face. Which would be a reckless but admirable and right way to go about it. Of course they didn't, because they had no guts for it. They were only willing to do some mockery of revenge on a child that couldn't even defend himself.
Damn those cowards. All of them.]
[He wouldn't even do anything to them, though, they weren't even worth his attention.]
Room.
[Whispered far enough from the mob, so that nobody hears. It's a large one. And the people inside it are probably too agitated too notice a circle on a ground.
Then, he looks around. The hut looks like a good hiding place, so that's where he'll check first.]
Shambles.
[And now he changes places with a small part of glass pane that's still survived somehow in the window before now. So he's inside the hut now, without anybody seeing him go there, fortunately - anybody apart from the small boy that's pressed agains a wall several steps from him, that is.
He relaxes, attempting to look as nonthreatening as he can. (He has a sword, that's true, but it's sheathed and by his side, so he hopes that doesn't look like too great a threat.) ]
If you stay here, they'll find you.