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Katie Bower
Quite Contrary
- Joined
- Apr 20, 2017
The road to Mariejois blurred slightly in Robin's memory. It had all started when their ship ran afoul of a marine convoy; a flotilla of warships and a collection of high-ranking officers escorting a prison ship en route to Enies Lobby. They were badly outnumbered, and Robin wasn't certain what happened to the rest of the crew as the Sunny had taken a severe hit that had thrown her into the ocean early in the fight. Someone had to have fished her out of course, Robin was a kanazuchi after all, or that would have been the end. Still though she had been grateful to be alive waking up in the brig of a marine warship next to their crew's navigator - wearing a pair of kairoseki shackles to boot - hadn't exactly been pleasant.
Nami hadn't been able to add much to her account of the fight. Robin suspected she'd opted for discretion over valor, as she often did, and left the other Straw Hats to bear the brunt of it. The last she'd seen of their crew was a glimpse of the monster trio scattering marines by the dozen, though more had replaced them. Then something had struck the red headed navigator from behind, leaving her out cold until she awoke in the same brig.
Robin hadn't exactly relished going back to Enies Lobby. In fact the place brought back a whole host of harrowing memories, though as ever the infamous Oharan had remained outwardly stoic. Still she had faith in her crew, and did not imagine that they would abandon her or Nami to Impel Down. After all their captain had broken in before, he could do it again. In contrast to Robin's composed stoicism her younger crew mate had complained often and loudly at every available opportunity. Taking every chance to frustrate their captors, pointing out their hypocrisy at every opportunity. She had never forgotten the way the marines had left her home island under Arlong's heel, and never forgiven them for conspiring with him.
Then things had taken a darker turn.
One of the Tenryubito had noticed the pair on the infamous judicial island, apparently thinking they would make interesting slaves for his son. If a Tenryubito decided that a mere human was their slave that was what they became. Even a pair of famous, wanted criminals could have their trials suspended indefinitely to satisfy a world nobles whims. The next thing they knew Robin and Nami were en route to the Red Line.
Marejois had been strange. A place of extreme duality. Where the Tenryubito lived in incomparable opulence, and their slaves, who outnumbered them many times over, might fare little better than pets. Indeed that was in fact how many of the World Nobles thought of 'mere' humans. Pets to be bought, branded - as Robin and Nami had been - owned, sold, disciplined, tormented, played with; it didn't matter. They were wholly subject to their owners whims. Robin had never been a coward, indeed she was known for her oft-unflappable demeanor and sheer nerve, but the thought of being a World Nobles property made her stomach drop. The tall, raven haired archeologist glanced over at Nami, wondering how her crew-mate felt though the glowering look on the voluptuous navigator's scowling face did little to hide her outrage.
Robin's own expression was a little more inscrutable, but like Nami she did not look entirely pleased with her situation. She was at least getting used to the constant, draining presence of the kairoseki in her slave-collar. Had Robin been with the crew at the time their current attire might have reminded her of Nami's 'dancing girl,' outfit, procured for her by Sanji during the crew's sojourn in Alabasta. Though in both their cases the attire they wore now left rather less to the imagination. Robin's was primarily accented in blue, her crew-mate's in red. Both women were led by chain-link halters connected to their collars by a guard, while two more guards flanked them as they were brought to their first audience with their new owner.
Nami hadn't been able to add much to her account of the fight. Robin suspected she'd opted for discretion over valor, as she often did, and left the other Straw Hats to bear the brunt of it. The last she'd seen of their crew was a glimpse of the monster trio scattering marines by the dozen, though more had replaced them. Then something had struck the red headed navigator from behind, leaving her out cold until she awoke in the same brig.
Robin hadn't exactly relished going back to Enies Lobby. In fact the place brought back a whole host of harrowing memories, though as ever the infamous Oharan had remained outwardly stoic. Still she had faith in her crew, and did not imagine that they would abandon her or Nami to Impel Down. After all their captain had broken in before, he could do it again. In contrast to Robin's composed stoicism her younger crew mate had complained often and loudly at every available opportunity. Taking every chance to frustrate their captors, pointing out their hypocrisy at every opportunity. She had never forgotten the way the marines had left her home island under Arlong's heel, and never forgiven them for conspiring with him.
Then things had taken a darker turn.
One of the Tenryubito had noticed the pair on the infamous judicial island, apparently thinking they would make interesting slaves for his son. If a Tenryubito decided that a mere human was their slave that was what they became. Even a pair of famous, wanted criminals could have their trials suspended indefinitely to satisfy a world nobles whims. The next thing they knew Robin and Nami were en route to the Red Line.
Marejois had been strange. A place of extreme duality. Where the Tenryubito lived in incomparable opulence, and their slaves, who outnumbered them many times over, might fare little better than pets. Indeed that was in fact how many of the World Nobles thought of 'mere' humans. Pets to be bought, branded - as Robin and Nami had been - owned, sold, disciplined, tormented, played with; it didn't matter. They were wholly subject to their owners whims. Robin had never been a coward, indeed she was known for her oft-unflappable demeanor and sheer nerve, but the thought of being a World Nobles property made her stomach drop. The tall, raven haired archeologist glanced over at Nami, wondering how her crew-mate felt though the glowering look on the voluptuous navigator's scowling face did little to hide her outrage.
Robin's own expression was a little more inscrutable, but like Nami she did not look entirely pleased with her situation. She was at least getting used to the constant, draining presence of the kairoseki in her slave-collar. Had Robin been with the crew at the time their current attire might have reminded her of Nami's 'dancing girl,' outfit, procured for her by Sanji during the crew's sojourn in Alabasta. Though in both their cases the attire they wore now left rather less to the imagination. Robin's was primarily accented in blue, her crew-mate's in red. Both women were led by chain-link halters connected to their collars by a guard, while two more guards flanked them as they were brought to their first audience with their new owner.
