Someone indeed hears the commotion. Someone who is rather unnerved by how quiet and twisting this place is, so much so he startles at the sound of metal clattering against a hard surface. A dropped blade...? His grip tightens on Kikoku's sheathe.
He doesn't like this one bit. But he's alone here. And noise means a person...probably. His own reflections lurking in the uncovered mirrors around here aren't much for talking. He tries to ignore how so many of them are dead-
At the very least he can scout out a possible threat. He'll consider the possibility of allies once he sees them.
It's about a minute later when a man in a black zipped up coat rounds the corner, and stares down...huh.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks bluntly. A surgeon he may be, but he's not known for his bedside manner. Gold eyes linger on trails of dark blood, and flick to the...plants? In the man's shoulder? He blinks, curious for half a second before smoothing over. Must be a devil fruit of some sort. He's not sure about the theme though, with the horns and all...is this man an Oni? Here...?
This person looks to be in a bad way. And Law thought he had it bad.
He wants to get a closer look at that cut, first of all. It's bleeding too much, and the coloring looks...off. He can't really place why; and he's no expert on Oni biology. Still.
Still.
This man can be a threat. The sword looks like it fell out of reach. And Law could move it further away if it's a problem...but he's bound to have more weapons. Based on just a cursory glance, even in this bad state, the man knows how to use them.
The collar of Law's coat blocks his mouth from view, but he exhales slowly through his nose. "Whatever happened, you need treatment." He gestures to himself, Death on his hands. "I'm a doctor. I don't have all my supplies here, but I can take a look if you don't try stabbing me. That acceptable?"
Law's taking a casual posture, leaning on one leg, but he's tense, ready to move at a second's notice if this person turns hostile. His sword is in its sheathe, but he keeps Kikoku at his hip instead of balanced against his shoulder.
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A challenger (doctor) approaches!! Stares from under the dumb hat....
Date: 2025-05-05 08:23 am (UTC)He doesn't like this one bit. But he's alone here. And noise means a person...probably. His own reflections lurking in the uncovered mirrors around here aren't much for talking.
He tries to ignore how so many of them are dead-At the very least he can scout out a possible threat. He'll consider the possibility of allies once he sees them.
It's about a minute later when a man in a black zipped up coat rounds the corner, and stares down...huh.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks bluntly. A surgeon he may be, but he's not known for his bedside manner. Gold eyes linger on trails of dark blood, and flick to the...plants? In the man's shoulder? He blinks, curious for half a second before smoothing over. Must be a devil fruit of some sort. He's not sure about the theme though, with the horns and all...is this man an Oni? Here...?
This person looks to be in a bad way. And Law thought he had it bad.
He wants to get a closer look at that cut, first of all. It's bleeding too much, and the coloring looks...off. He can't really place why; and he's no expert on Oni biology. Still.
Still.
This man can be a threat. The sword looks like it fell out of reach. And Law could move it further away if it's a problem...but he's bound to have more weapons. Based on just a cursory glance, even in this bad state, the man knows how to use them.
The collar of Law's coat blocks his mouth from view, but he exhales slowly through his nose. "Whatever happened, you need treatment." He gestures to himself, Death on his hands. "I'm a doctor. I don't have all my supplies here, but I can take a look if you don't try stabbing me. That acceptable?"
Law's taking a casual posture, leaning on one leg, but he's tense, ready to move at a second's notice if this person turns hostile. His sword is in its sheathe, but he keeps Kikoku at his hip instead of balanced against his shoulder.
It all depends on the stranger what he does next.