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☆Fourth Wish ☆ - [4th Wall Joint Post]

This is a joint Fourth Wall post for Norma Beatty, Dist the Rose, and Miyabi. Leave a note in the subject line for which character you want to interact with!

NORMA: Will be in the plaza by the fountain, people watching and looking for the faces of anyone she recognizes.
DIST: Will be exiting the library and gawking at all the people that suddenly turned up. He will then make an attempt to go to Seventh Heaven for piano practice and home to safety.
MIYABI: Will be in the plaza from 8am in the morning as her tiny self, dodging feet left and right and screaming at people to watch where they're stepping. All while carrying two new paintbrushes. From 2pm onward, she will be sized up for her safety and hanging around the forest for some bloody peace and quiet and trying to paint (Please also specify what size you want her to be, big or small!).

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You're Hothead's mom?!

[Yeah, she heard "mum" instead of mun, or at least interpreted it as that. Because what the heck is a mun anyway?]

[fdkgndj what even.] No, you dumbass! His mun. M-u-n. The person who brought him here.

Oh, so you're one of those Malno-no people! [...Wow, you are so not what Norma was expecting. She was kind of expecting big, hulking, shadowy doctor-people with big yellow eyes. That or mole-people.]

Hey! Wait a sec! If you're with the Malno-nos, you're the one I gotta go to for complaints, right?! Those stupid horrorscopes you put put out almost got me killed! [She stomps forward, looking rightfully pissed.] You're lucky I didn't, but I still got my leg broken by those dumb dogs! I expect compensation, you know! Right now!

[She whips out a hand, palm up.] One million gald.

Denied. I said I was his MUN. Not the Malnosso. And get it right for once, geez. The Malnosso are run by muns, too. They just made 'em say that shit. By the way, stop being so tsundere with Ace, it's so easy to see through.

[Just gonna sit in a chair that came out of nowhere. Resting her chin in one hand and pointing with the other.] You've got a mun, too. And you'd better not be a bitch to me, or I can get her to screw you over.

[Whoa, whoa, wait a second. Norma raises an eyebrow, then puts her hands on her hips. There is a definite flaw in what you just said there, girly.] Okay, so if the Malno-nos are run by muns...whatever those are...and you're telling me you're one of those mun things, then by default that kinda means you're a part of the Malno-nos, doesn't it? That or you're got a really crummy way of defining things, y'know.

[Aaaand brow arch. Seriously, girl, you are speaking a language Norma does not understand. She doesn't even address the last half - she does so not have a mun whatchamacallit - and makes a face at the mention of Ace. A mixture between rage, concern, and sadness.]

I have no idea what you're going on about, but I don't act any differently when I'm around that moron! Why should I be anyone but myself, huh?! [She's awesome, why change that?] Besides, I haven't seen or spoken to that flaming idiot in a while...so can take that funky language and choke on it!

[I'm just gonna roll my eyes and snap my fingers. Poof! A chair comes out of nowhere.] Better sit down, hon. This shit's gonna take a while.

And wrong! I'm not part of the Malnosso. Or in any way. I know the muns of them, though! But hell, that's Masa's and Akai's jobs, so I don't know much.

[Pulls out some shades (shush, lemme be boss) and makes it so half of her eyes show. Sippin some iced tea now.] About that. It's kinda my fault he's not talking to you. He's just scared he'll hurt you. He blew you off when he came back because he had just died protecting his little brother, Luffy. And let's face it, after telling you he was going to get out alive? He just didn't have the heart to do it.

So, hate me all you want, but try not to be pissed at him, all right?

[OH MY GOD HALF OF WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE, I DON'T CAAAAARE.]

[Oh, there we go, something relevant to Norma's interests. She doesn't sit in the magical chair (like hell she trusts it, even if that was kind of cool), and instead seats herself on the edge of the fountain again, raising a brow. Her fault, huh? She's somehow skeptical, but listens without interruption. Oh, this is a load of horse shi--

...

Her eyes shut as her brows furrow and not a second later Norma closes the gap between herself and whoever this person is, whipping out her hand and slapping her across the face.]

That's for you. Tell me where Hothead is right now, he needs his share.

[Fuck, that big idiot! Did he really think she'd be upset at him over something like that?! Who in their right mind can predict whether or not they live or die?! She's more upset he kept something this important secret from her! And because he thought he's hurt--ugh, when she gets her hands on him...! That stupid, stupid idiot!]

[...well, can't say I didn't predict that. She brushes her hand across her cheek, and then gives Norma a hard look.]

Sorry, but that's not for you to decide. For two reasons. One, he's not ready to tell you any of this, and two, you'll all forget this come Monday. So it'll be like it never happened.

[WHAT. Girl, you're really starting to tick Norma off. To the point that she's tempted to start throwing around spells.]

What?! Like hell I'm going to just forget this! You can't tell me something important like Hothead died and tell me I'm just going to forget it! What's the point of even saying all that, huh?! Are you just here to make fun of me?! [Though Norma's starting to get concerned. If she does forget, then she wants to find Ace now.] And if you won't tell me where he is, I'll look for him myself! And don't you dare try anything funny, or you'll seriously regret it!

[Okay, now I'M pissed. Puttin my hands on my hips now.]

Listen, you. This is fourth wall. Normally in Luceti, I wouldn't even be here. Come Monday, you'll all have completely forgotten it. So even if you do find Ace now, you'll both forget it even happened.

And I'm also pissed off that you think you have the right to go talk to him now when he's barely even talking about this with his own nakama. Give him some goddamn time. You can't rush this.

[Oh, 'pissed' does not even begin to describe what Norma is feeling right now. Her shoulders hunch up as she listens, her fists clench and shake at her sides, and her teeth grind together as her head lowers, eyes full of a new kind of rage. It's the rage of knowing that this...this person is absolutely right. She's being impatient, she's being rash, she's being stupid.

Is the monkey making noise again?

Breathing is becoming hard, kind of like hearing, and seeing. Her throat feels tight, the blood is pounding in her ears and her eyes are filling with tears. She's so angry - so furious - that not even one of her make-believe smiles can fix this. She's right, this punk is right and she does not want to accept that. Since when did Norma Beatty accept something because some pompous windbag told her otherwise? Not once. Not once.]

...How could someone like you even begin to think you know what I'm feeling? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?! [And when she stomps her foot, the ground quakes, though that's really due to her fingertips glowing fiercely.] DO YOU?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW SCARED I WAS?! HOW I AM RIGHT NOW?! You try having every one, every single guy you've ever liked in some way - family, friend, master - disappear before your eyes! Without A WORD! And when one comes back, what does he do?! He tells you "bug off"!

And then you tell me it's because he died and I've gotta wait to see him?! [She takes a minute to breathe, and calm her aching throat. And maybe sob some. Man, she doesn't even care who sees anymore] Well, to hell with you! And to hell with him, too! I don't care anymore! I don't! I don't...

[And then the waterworks start.]

[Not...gonna hug you because you'll just kill me. I know it. I'll hand you a handkerchief instead. Also nooooot gonna make eye contact.]

...I'm sorry. I probably don't know how you feel, either. But he's... [She sighs.] He's scared and lost right now. The ocean, his home, his nakama, they're all gone. Well, most of them. He doesn't even know Whitebeard died yet. He's really down. If you push him now, it's just gonna make things worse. I know it's not going to be easy, but please just wait a bit. If you force him to talk when he's not ready, and get mad when he doesn't, it's just going to hurt the both of you more than it already does. I know neither of you want that.

[Oh, screw you and your damn handkerchief. Norma's not accepting anything from someone like this. Go fall in a hole.

But again, she listens, all while quietly fuming and breathing hard. Her throat hurt from all that screaming earlier, and she kinda needed to catch her breath, especially with sniffling and crying like she is. But ugh. Ugh, this girl is saying things that are right and rational and make sense, and part of Norma's brain wants to tell this chick to just shut up and piss off while running to find her friend, while the other half - that inkling of conscience - was telling to to listen. It's the last two sentences, really, that finally sink in and kick the rage right out.]

Fine. I'll wait for as long as I can, but for his sake only. Not because you're telling me to, I could care less! Hothead's my friend, so I'll wait...but if I gotta wait for another stupid month, I'm going to find him. And if you take him away again, I'll make for wish you didn't!

[Because if he leaves now...he's gone. He's gone for good. He can come back, yeah, but...still. The loss, and reality, and pain would sear red hot. Maybe she was better off not knowin--no. No, it'd still hurt either way. Get that thought out of your head, monkey.]

[She smiles lightly. Yes, I'm aware I'm a jerk, kthx. No need to rub it in.]

Of course not. I wouldn't expect you to do it for me. But you'll be talking to him soon, I promise. And I'm not sending him home. I would make too many people sad, and too many people would want to kill me.

[Points to...some direction.] ...do you want me to leave?

[More silence, as Norma cleans her face on the back of her sleeve, sniffling and coughing slightly. Ugh, her throat. Her throat was killing her now. Dumb broad, making her scream like that... Maybe she really should send her off with a spell or two...or ten. The question gets a look though, and the raising of a brow. Was she serious? Was it that easy?]

You really think I want a witch like you hanging around? Scram! Get lost for all I care, so long as you don't try anything screwy! Give me your word before you go!

[Yeah that's...not much to go on, and flimsy and stupid and why is she even asking, but it's enough. Norma will at least have that much to ease her doubts and fears.]

[She stares for a moment before pulling something out of her bag that way always there. It's a little box, and she hands it to her.]

You probably won't take this, but it's a good tea blend. It helps sore throats.

[WOW OKAY. Pout.] Hurtfuuul! Hn. [She starts walking away, but turns around, looking serious.] I'm not gonna do anything, I promise. Later. [Raising a hand in a wave as she walks away.]

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also, I am not a punk. :|

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