-N A M I-
----- 20 | Female | Bisexual | One Piece | Pair: Gold | Tags: Open -----
This was not how Nami had expected to wake up in the morning. Oh, it had been a pleasant surprise at first- blissful silence was never a bad thing... Unless you lived on a ship with eight other people. Blissful silence was typically a sign that things have gone very very wrong. So when she swung her legs out of the (unfamiliar) bed to find the letter in her (unfamiliar) room, she wasn't surprised as much as she was irritated. It was unexpected, don't get her wrong, but more in the way of how stepping in garbage was unexpected. Startling (and infuriating) but pretty par for the course. You kind of have to anticipate the possibility of imprisonment as a pirate. Nami considers the letter one last time, skimming over the bits about a 'soulmate' without much thought. It's just plain ridiculous, honestly, and she's not sure what they'd gain by adding it in. Those scheming types love to spell out their traps clearly to see how their opponents tick, but to throw in some flowery nonsense like 'soulmates'... She doesn't get it. It might appeal to someone's inner romantic, sure, but to give up her dreams and crew for a stranger just because some manipulative weirdo says they're a good match? No. Not ever.
Nami makes a disgusted noise from the back of her throat, crinkling the paper between her hands then throwing it to the ground. She's getting out of this castle, no questions about it. This 'Matchmaker' left her with her Clima-Tact, so finding some allies to battle their way out of here should be a piece of cake. Traversing enemy territory to assassinate the ringmaster of it all is still pretty standard for a pirate. Nami swings open the door, stepping lightly into the hall with her weapon at the ready. Seeing no one, the thief chooses a random direction to go, keeping a keen eye out for any signs of trouble.