Ace watches them turn around and slip away, the ticking of various clocks appearing and disappearing as they subvert the world government’s most guarded floor for. I had other questions,” his visitor says. “You’ve come all the way down here just to tell me the same things that every marine says?” He drawls. He doesn't know why it feels like someone has managed to bury another blade directly into his stomach. “I’m thinking about trying to save you, but I don’t know if I should. Ace closes his eyes, but eventually his curiosity outweighs his stubbornness. The silence stretches out as they simply remain in front of Ace’s prison, just staring at him. “That slow time clock is gonna remain for an hour.

“I’m a Clock person,” Ace’s strange visitor reveals idly. Ace strains his ears, and hears the hum of the transmitter snail. Then the hour and minute hands begin to tick. The grinning face of a clock appears on the stone wall beneath the den-den mushi that keeps a constant watch on the area around Ace’s prison. Then they extend their left hand out behind them. “Shh.” They press their finger to their lips like it’s him who’s not where he belongs. “Ah.” They drop their fist into their palm. “The guards are gonna catch you,” Ace warns them, eyes narrowing. Your arms are kinda hard to see in this lighting.” They're also holding a newspaper up in one hand, and keep glancing between him and the clipping.

A white fur trimmed coat with pink and purple stripes? A pastel shirt with a loose black tie? Even for a pirate, the look isn’t exactly. In fact, Ace is almost positive that they shouldn’t be down here at all. And yet for days, the only ones that come are the Activated zoan guards, come to beat those on Level Six back into their bloodstained place on the bedrock of hell. It’s funny- he’s used to talking to everyone, all the time. “Shut up,” he snarls, annoyed at how rusted and guttural his own voice sounds. Ace?”Īce slowly lifts his head up from where he’d let it slump as he waited out the endless days beneath Impel Down.

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