[Locked To Residents Currently in Luceti]

[malnosso]

[At four in the afternoon, Bil awoke in a cottage in the orchards. He had slept through the storm, obliviously, even though the weather had raged on outside. He found himself in the company of his healers and protectors. Through them he had discovered what had transpired and had in turn requested a journal. To make out brief message. Though using Trafalgar's journal, he had managed to construct a filter limiting the readers to only those currently within Luceti's enclosure. This alone took him a good ten minutes, requiring the input of passwords and the bypassing of protocols. Quite careful to avoid anyone peeking over his shoulder.

His voice is slow, weary, and raspy. The man is not in good health.]

Well, it seems I've survived. [A raspy coughing fit.] Not for long, I fear. It seems I have many of you to thank for this. I would have never expected it from those who have always hated me. I don't have much longer. [A long pause.] Soon I will have reached the end of my days. My doctors tell me I have little time left. It has been a long time coming, though I did not expect it to happen this way. I can't be sure what will await me when I revive, but arrangements have been made with my allies.

[Another fit of coughing.] I don't have much time left, but if there is something I can offer in payment, I will endeavor to make good on it when I can.

[ooc: True to his word, Bil has less than an hour to live before he will pass away. His conversations will likely be brief, but those who want to speak to him on the journals can do so. Whether anyone is permitted to see him in person will be up to his current caretakers: Trafalgar Law, Chopper, and Nami.

Note: This is during the draft, so he'll only be available to those NOT on the draft. However, once back in Luceti, draftees will be able to read back on the conversations. ]

Comments

[notabluesbro]

[Won't hurt, you say while coughing. He admires the casualness.]

I have a kid now. Just recently born--you missed the celebration I think, but I'd like to know that someday if we vanish, he's got a homeland to call his own. Anywhere, as long as he's able to live.

... If your side could keep looking into that, I'd be grateful. I know your last attempt was hit and miss, but it's a start I appreciated anyway.

[malnosso]

Ahh, yes. It was a boy was it? How nice. [A moment as he thinks, stifling a raged cough.] I don't intend to stop trying.

[notabluesbro]

Named him Noah; he's a good kid. [He shrugs, thoughtful.] I appreciate any efforts. Until then, just get yourself some rest, huh? Who else is going to accidentally piss off the village from time to time?

[Because he really doesn't hate Catherine. Parts of the malnosso, yes. Lots of the malnosso. Lots of the Third Party. Molly and Catherine aren't particularly low on his list of people to like from a group that likes to fuck them over on a monthly basis.]

[malnosso]

Yes, of course. [There's a chuckle, which gives way to coughing again.]