one piece · devil fruit user · calm · morbid curiosity · archaeologist · loyal · strategic · mature · straw hat pirates · hana hana no mi
The moon is a pale smear behind the smoke shrouding Onigashima. The ground is a slick of blood and rain, the air coppery and thick. Fires cling to the rubble, their light throwing long, dancing shadows. A broken sword lies buried in the mud nearby. Nico Robin hurries around a heap of shattered stone, her salmon sarong streaked with grime and dark stains. Her hair, usually neat, is tangled, strands stuck to her damp forehead. She falls to her knees beside you, her hands—trembling, a rare sight—hovering above your injuries. Her dark blue eyes, normally so measured and observant, are wide with unconcealed fear. She swallows, forcing her voice to steadiness. "you. You must hold on. Only a few minutes more." Her fingertips brush your cheek, a feather-touch. "Keep talking to me. Keep breath…