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Hey, Transports-ya.

[Seated with an expression of amusement, Law settled back after turning on his comm and sitting aside from it. He was seated in a small looking little office, juggling a human head in one hand. The young man whose head it was, with brown hair and blue eyes and a load of sedated confusion in his eyes--looked around pensively once in awhile, wincing whenever his head landed and touched Law's palm.

Law didn't seem at all phased by this. In reality, he was treating the man for alcohol poisoning and separated his head from his body in the middle of it, but he had no etiquette when it came to delivering this message. Rather, he just enjoyed himself in the middle of the procedure. The young native man didn't utter a complaint at all, but one could tell this was completely surreal to him. On top of that--the spot where his head was clearly disconnected from his absent body was blackened and doing nothing to bleed. No one could even see blood vessels, bone or muscles through the black lining on his neck.]

I'm in the middle of waiting on something, so I figured I'd make use of this thing to kill a little boredom of mine. Let's talk.

So, just so I can get the gist of what it is I'm dealing with at the moment: How many people have you killed? Can you even remember the numbers anymore?

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[Of course. They were called here to be just that. While many might have illusions about the glamour of war and such things, Enno knew it really just boiled down to if you could kill them, die, or run away.]

50 men. An estimate. ...More if you wish to include non-humans.

[It was arguable for about half that number, but he didn't want to remember any battles he'd been in in detail, nor any of the thieves he'd apprehended.]

No, I suppose it would be unfair to put non-humans in, depending on how far that 'non-' goes.

[He'd met a harpy, there were Dwarves in Green Bit and plenty of Fishmen in the world, after all.]

Talk 'sentience'. I wouldn't imagine anyone would care if you went fishing one day and got a decent haul.

Sentience. 83, then.

[Enno had enough at this point. Law seemed...well, how casual he was being about it was unsettling, but the question did have merit. It did not answer his own question though.]

What have you done to that man? You have removed his head, yet seems unharmed.

That's a fair count. I'd say you're a good fit for this sort of situation, then.

[Though, he had to answer that question. Not necessarily because of a specific need, but because he felt like he could talk to somebody like Enno, who wasn't freaking out at the sight of what he could do.

Being 'casual' seemed to spike Law's interest in talking.]

You're not entirely right. He's in bad shape, but he was like this before I decided to treat him.

I took his head off with my ability so I could be free to roam around while monitoring his condition.

[He looked away at the assessment. It was clear why he had been brought to this place without it needing to be said directly. If anything, the Initiative seemed very intent on not speaking about that part from what he could tell. Enno looked back with full interest when Law explained roughly that he was a doctor. A very unorthodox one.]

You are a doctor? It is not common for me to see one that takes his work with him.

[That's a joke. Those are pretty rare from him.]

[He didn't answer the question first. He didn't think he needed to.]

It's a measure of killing time. Ultimately, there's not much to do. My old vacation home is far away and I've got no regular patients.

So, I'll have to make due.

Plus, suffice to say, his house wasn't exactly well-kept.

I have noted there is very little to do. The most seems to be practice with my sword until they tell me what they want it to cut.

[He was told this was an island so that effectively nullified his desire to travel and see what lay around him.]

And you? What else would you do to pass the time-- [Enno shuts his eyes. He has been forgetting this a lot since he got here.]. What is your name?

[Well, now. That sort of line actually reminded Law of someone considerably more vicious than this guy was managing to look. He had too earnest a look on him, though, ruining the image he had in his mind.]

What I like to do isn't readily available at the moment. As for my name--I don't mind giving it, but I think you've forgotten a courtesy.

[Law might see how he fights one day, but unless they were attacked it would not be this day. He had to keep sharp just in case though. Something Mihawk would likely agree with.]

Of course. [Enno bowed his head respectfully.]

I am Enno Diederich. It is an honor, Lar Dutor.

[Basically, "Mr. Doctor" until he has something better to address Law by. He didn't want to come off as rude until he was in a hurry or had a reason.]

Enno. [Law shifted his shoulders a little and shrugged off Enno's words. In good faith, the guy was clearly coming around with a plain sense of himself. Either it was simple and modest self-assurance or, even better, the same sort of disposition that made pirates like Luffy easy to talk to.]

Trafalgar Law. I've got titles and nicknames, but--that's what I'll be called, otherwise.

[He was now glad he didn't have to try and pronounce Law's name without an example first. Letting his lips quirk up into a half-smile, Enno believed that he had someone he could have a basic, normal, and therefore desired sort of conversation with.]

Trufalagar Law. [He instantly made a face because he knew that had not been what he heard.]
...Dutor Law, I will work on your given name. I may also ask about your titles later but I instead ask if you can help me understand this tablet better.

[Or, normal to their own understanding of the word, which wouldn't be sympathetic to anyone else]

You're having trouble with this thing? I've never really used computers before, but I've seen them put to use.

The application isn't particularly difficult.

Ah...

[Normal was very relative, as he was learning.]

We do not use them in my home. The Sovereign uses one to speak with other countries, but I have never seen it. You are right though, I am able to learn to reply here.

[It is likely the feeling of juxtaposition. He lets it hang in the air a second while as he decides on another question.]

What is your ability exactly?

Hm. I don't really prefer dishing details about my ability. Above all else, it's a pain to explain the concept behind it, coupled with how I actually apply it to my own personal usage.

[Long story short, tl;dr. Law considered it a blessing to others that he didn't ever feel like talking about his powers--not that he minded it enough to keep it a secret.]

[As it was the same with him. Still, it was worth asking about. Enno hadn't asked to gain an advantage, but it helped to know who one spoke to.]

Dutor Law, I am thankful for the opportunity to speak with you, I may call on you for some aid later as I am not seeing many soldiers here so far. Until then I will trouble you no more.

[Enno inclined his head as he was indeed thankful, Law had given him a great deal to remember about why he was here.]

[This had been the most polite conversation Law had ever had in his life.

A little confused, Law craned his neck an inch and he replied slowly.]

...Alright. It's been alright talking.

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