[World Event] A Fool's Errand
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- Pikasso
- [tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
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[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 100
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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Despite the initial chase, this wasn't the worst reaction anyone had had to catching her stealing. However, it was in the running for the most confusing reaction.
Aya hadn't been expecting to be hit with so many questions one after the other, nor to be dragged along to whatever work this crew had been heading toward when they crossed paths.
But it was better than sinking in the sea.
The runty Mink's confusion about the whole situation was visible on her face from the moment she was... well, visible.
She thought she was safe among the small party and was simply waiting for the right moment for her to slip out of view again. With no experience with machinery, she was effectively providing no help with whatever they were trying to do here. With mentions of explosives and mysterious forbidden areas, Aya felt less sure how safe this place was.
The sudden commotion did not help the concern.
An attack?
Marines?!
Aya's fur fluffed as prickles of panic danced across her limbs. Each moment eyes weren't on her, she slunk further toward the back of the small group.
Fight or Flight was a powerful set of instincts. The drab walls of this place had felt stifling before but now it felt as if they were closing in by the second.
Unfortunately, it seemed that her company was now intent on stampeding their way into what would surely only be more chaos.
Panicked glances at the other Lesser Minks didn't exactly instill confidence in the situation, either. She had to choose the lesser of evils here. Was it better to follow along and hope for the best or attempt to escape alone?
Perhaps there was another option.
"... Psst. Hey, youteia. "
Aya stepped toward the tallest of the bunch, using Volo 'handling' the guards and their guns as cover for her whispering.
"... Youteia were in the market earlier, right? With those little... ball... surprise..things?"
It was a stretch, but maybe it'd be enough to work.
" ...I saw one of them back... that way." One dark clawed thumb poked toward the closest avenue away from the doors before them. " Youteia don't want to lose it again, right?"
Aya took another step in that direction and grinned up at Orion.
"...Consider it an apology for getting youteia frisked, okay? Come on, it's not far. "
Aya hadn't been expecting to be hit with so many questions one after the other, nor to be dragged along to whatever work this crew had been heading toward when they crossed paths.
But it was better than sinking in the sea.
The runty Mink's confusion about the whole situation was visible on her face from the moment she was... well, visible.
She thought she was safe among the small party and was simply waiting for the right moment for her to slip out of view again. With no experience with machinery, she was effectively providing no help with whatever they were trying to do here. With mentions of explosives and mysterious forbidden areas, Aya felt less sure how safe this place was.
The sudden commotion did not help the concern.
An attack?
Marines?!
Aya's fur fluffed as prickles of panic danced across her limbs. Each moment eyes weren't on her, she slunk further toward the back of the small group.
Fight or Flight was a powerful set of instincts. The drab walls of this place had felt stifling before but now it felt as if they were closing in by the second.
Unfortunately, it seemed that her company was now intent on stampeding their way into what would surely only be more chaos.
Panicked glances at the other Lesser Minks didn't exactly instill confidence in the situation, either. She had to choose the lesser of evils here. Was it better to follow along and hope for the best or attempt to escape alone?
Perhaps there was another option.
"... Psst. Hey, youteia. "
Aya stepped toward the tallest of the bunch, using Volo 'handling' the guards and their guns as cover for her whispering.
"... Youteia were in the market earlier, right? With those little... ball... surprise..things?"
It was a stretch, but maybe it'd be enough to work.
" ...I saw one of them back... that way." One dark clawed thumb poked toward the closest avenue away from the doors before them. " Youteia don't want to lose it again, right?"
Aya took another step in that direction and grinned up at Orion.
"...Consider it an apology for getting youteia frisked, okay? Come on, it's not far. "
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- Hyde Garland
- [tracker=/t2330-hyde-garland#14068]
Name : Hyde Garland
Epithet : Death Dealer
Age : 23
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Devil Fruit : Fude Fude no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 13,000,000
Quality Score : A
Balance : [bel] 344,550,000
[[hardboiled]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 91
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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There were times when life just gave you a powerful slap in the face to remind you of your place in the world, and then there were times when it instead gave you a friendly pat on the head to let you know that things would work out. What looked to be the former was quickly turning into the latter, as in an amazing stroke of luck, Silver did NOT look in Hyde's direction, instead charging through the wall and bursting out into town below. Hyde was frozen for a few minutes, staring at the large, dinosaur shaped hole in the wall as his heart tried to restart and his mind was catching up with what had just happened.
"Oh thank every god above!" Hyde suddenly burst out, laughing at his good fortune. And with Silver drawing everyone's attention, that meant all potential eyes were off of him. His cover had been maintained!
Or at least, he was, until he heard movement behind him. He blinked and remembered that Nesbit was still there, having been thrown into the room by Fowl. Hyde turned as the man pulled himself from the rubble. "And you're still alive. The good news just keeps coming." That wasn't sarcasm. Hyde genuinely meant it. Of course, now this meant that he had to introduce himself to the man he had been following.
"No more than the lies you gave that gullible marine, or what you told the revolutionaries. Though I hope that will certainly change soon." He gave Nesbit a small, quick bow, "The name's Hyde Garland, and I have a bit of an interest in this little enterprise." He glanced back at the large hole in the wall, and the sounds of pandemonium rising up from below. "Though right now, I think it might benefit both of us if we make sure you don't die. Things seem to be going to hell in a handbasket right now."
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"Oh thank every god above!" Hyde suddenly burst out, laughing at his good fortune. And with Silver drawing everyone's attention, that meant all potential eyes were off of him. His cover had been maintained!
Or at least, he was, until he heard movement behind him. He blinked and remembered that Nesbit was still there, having been thrown into the room by Fowl. Hyde turned as the man pulled himself from the rubble. "And you're still alive. The good news just keeps coming." That wasn't sarcasm. Hyde genuinely meant it. Of course, now this meant that he had to introduce himself to the man he had been following.
"No more than the lies you gave that gullible marine, or what you told the revolutionaries. Though I hope that will certainly change soon." He gave Nesbit a small, quick bow, "The name's Hyde Garland, and I have a bit of an interest in this little enterprise." He glanced back at the large hole in the wall, and the sounds of pandemonium rising up from below. "Though right now, I think it might benefit both of us if we make sure you don't die. Things seem to be going to hell in a handbasket right now."
Post Word Count: 322
Total Word Count: 5,824
- Noah
- [tracker=/t2666-tracker-noah-lacroix#17180]
Name : Noah Lacroix
Epithet : Red Falcon
Age : 18
Height : 1.88m
Weight : 86Kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : L'Aube du Monde
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Falcon
Quality Score : B
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 8,779,821
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Posts : 82
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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The more Noah heard about the trip ahead, the more he realised how reckless his initial idea was. Or, rather, the backup plan had been. Not having to resort to it was greatly reassuring for the redhead. The revolutionaries managed to pass through one storm today, more or less intact. How bad could another one be?
The more the redhead heard, the more he realised it could still be worse, as Genie disliked their next destination. But if she was confident in getting everybody over, then so was Noah. Not that he had the know-how to gauge the difficulty of the following crossing properly- if an experienced navigator gave her opinion, he believed her words. He thanked her and would soon dive into work- if Genie had adjustments to make, adjustments were what she would get.
However, the fact that Kathy did not manage to contact the rest of their unit made Noah uneasy. Not knowing what would await them was nothing he was too fond of, but also nothing he could change anytime soon. With everybody soon having a task to fulfil, Kathy continued to try and establish communication with the rest of their unit.
However, there was still one thing left to say. [plyr=revo]”I’m sure I have said it already today: We’re in this together, so if we have each other’s back, I’m sure it’ll work out. And now, back to work. Our vessel isn’t preparing itself!”[/plyr] With that out of the way, the preparations could finally start.
On sea
Noah quickly learned why Genie was so reluctant to accept the revolutionaries' request. For now, the navigator was the one to give most of the orders and as the rest of the crew did their best to follow them, Noah mostly followed suit. When Genie wanted him to do something, he did his best to comply. For now, there was no time for doubts. The currents would ruthlessly punish any mistake otherwise.
However, the sea’s current was not the only hindrance. Fog covered the sea and to say the sight was bad would be an understatement. When time allowed for it, Noah tried to check up on Kathy, who still tried to contact the rest of the unit, but so far, she did not reach anybody. While he very well could guess that the Marines would be awaiting them, given how they had a head start, the motley group moved forward blindly in the truest sense of the word. Whatever would await them, Noah had the feeling it would not be too pleasant.
The more the redhead heard, the more he realised it could still be worse, as Genie disliked their next destination. But if she was confident in getting everybody over, then so was Noah. Not that he had the know-how to gauge the difficulty of the following crossing properly- if an experienced navigator gave her opinion, he believed her words. He thanked her and would soon dive into work- if Genie had adjustments to make, adjustments were what she would get.
However, the fact that Kathy did not manage to contact the rest of their unit made Noah uneasy. Not knowing what would await them was nothing he was too fond of, but also nothing he could change anytime soon. With everybody soon having a task to fulfil, Kathy continued to try and establish communication with the rest of their unit.
However, there was still one thing left to say. [plyr=revo]”I’m sure I have said it already today: We’re in this together, so if we have each other’s back, I’m sure it’ll work out. And now, back to work. Our vessel isn’t preparing itself!”[/plyr] With that out of the way, the preparations could finally start.
On sea
Noah quickly learned why Genie was so reluctant to accept the revolutionaries' request. For now, the navigator was the one to give most of the orders and as the rest of the crew did their best to follow them, Noah mostly followed suit. When Genie wanted him to do something, he did his best to comply. For now, there was no time for doubts. The currents would ruthlessly punish any mistake otherwise.
However, the sea’s current was not the only hindrance. Fog covered the sea and to say the sight was bad would be an understatement. When time allowed for it, Noah tried to check up on Kathy, who still tried to contact the rest of the unit, but so far, she did not reach anybody. While he very well could guess that the Marines would be awaiting them, given how they had a head start, the motley group moved forward blindly in the truest sense of the word. Whatever would await them, Noah had the feeling it would not be too pleasant.
WC: 425 | 5,102/10,000
- Karl Friedrich
- [tracker=/t1546-karl-friedrich#8615]
Name : Karl Friedrich
Epithet : Venomous Bartender
Age : 20
Height : 6 feet 1 inch (1.85m)
Weight : 176 lbs (80kg)
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Emilia
Crew Role : Bartender
Devil Fruit : Doku Doku no Mi (Venom-Venom Fruit)
Bounty : [ber=r] 10,000,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 133,726,643
[[childofdestiny]][[masterchef]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 103
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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With no intention to help in the factory, Karl took off where the group had gathered and looked around, still in the earshot of others. Unfortunately, his head could not consume all the machinery and what they did in the very room... He was after all not an engineer.
What his mind did however was create an urge... An addict's mind is a greedy one. It will never get enough of what it craves. [plyr=pirt]"Cigarette... It has been a while."[/plyr] Karl mumbled to himself as he looked around... It had been a while, a whole ten to fifteen minutes or so.
With no exact sign forbidding him from smoking one out, he got the green light to begin his search... For an intoxicating cigarette. And he knew just who to bother for it, or rather, from who to just take one from.
[plyr=pirt]"Hey buddy bud bud."[/plyr] Who else to bother than his fellow smoker and a man made out of smoke? Karl approached Volo and tried to put his arm over his shoulder while the other hand tried to perform a sleigh-of-hand technique on his bomber jacket pocket.
With a successful theft, Karl flicked a cigarette between his lips and asked Susu to light it up for him. [plyr=pirt]"Hehe, sucker."[/plyr] he mumbled as he exhaled the smoke. However just as he was about to relax, karma had arrived. Marines had been spotted.
Go out and fight them, they said to Karl and the group. Unfortunately, it seemed like Volo had no intention of surrendering without a fight. Karl on the other hand was trying to calculate in his head the odds of escaping alive. [plyr=pirt]"One day I'll drown you for all of this, Volo."[/plyr] It was probably only a matter of time till all the exits were closed off. Thus all roads lead towards the secret room. Fortunately, Volo had the same idea for once.
But the guards did not budge when Winny begged to open the door... As they should, they are the guards after all.
[plyr=pirt]"Oh for fuck sake... Hold your breath"[/plyr] With no desire to deal with Volo's shenanigans and him possibly fighting and causing them to lose precious time from a possible escape plan, Karl took a swift step next to Winny and opened his mouth. With the initial look of him exhaling the toxins of a cigarette, the smoke turned blue.
A laughing gas, targeted at the guards to cause them to laugh uncontrollably on the ground and those who fail to hold their breath. [plyr=pirt]"That'll show them some good time, now let us get moving."[/plyr] He took the initiative as he tried to open the door, hoping that others would also help him... Because the time was of the essence.
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What his mind did however was create an urge... An addict's mind is a greedy one. It will never get enough of what it craves. [plyr=pirt]"Cigarette... It has been a while."[/plyr] Karl mumbled to himself as he looked around... It had been a while, a whole ten to fifteen minutes or so.
With no exact sign forbidding him from smoking one out, he got the green light to begin his search... For an intoxicating cigarette. And he knew just who to bother for it, or rather, from who to just take one from.
[plyr=pirt]"Hey buddy bud bud."[/plyr] Who else to bother than his fellow smoker and a man made out of smoke? Karl approached Volo and tried to put his arm over his shoulder while the other hand tried to perform a sleigh-of-hand technique on his bomber jacket pocket.
With a successful theft, Karl flicked a cigarette between his lips and asked Susu to light it up for him. [plyr=pirt]"Hehe, sucker."[/plyr] he mumbled as he exhaled the smoke. However just as he was about to relax, karma had arrived. Marines had been spotted.
Go out and fight them, they said to Karl and the group. Unfortunately, it seemed like Volo had no intention of surrendering without a fight. Karl on the other hand was trying to calculate in his head the odds of escaping alive. [plyr=pirt]"One day I'll drown you for all of this, Volo."[/plyr] It was probably only a matter of time till all the exits were closed off. Thus all roads lead towards the secret room. Fortunately, Volo had the same idea for once.
But the guards did not budge when Winny begged to open the door... As they should, they are the guards after all.
[plyr=pirt]"Oh for fuck sake... Hold your breath"[/plyr] With no desire to deal with Volo's shenanigans and him possibly fighting and causing them to lose precious time from a possible escape plan, Karl took a swift step next to Winny and opened his mouth. With the initial look of him exhaling the toxins of a cigarette, the smoke turned blue.
A laughing gas, targeted at the guards to cause them to laugh uncontrollably on the ground and those who fail to hold their breath. [plyr=pirt]"That'll show them some good time, now let us get moving."[/plyr] He took the initiative as he tried to open the door, hoping that others would also help him... Because the time was of the essence.
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BEHOLD! THESE USED TO BE MY STUFF.
- Orion Montgomery
- [tracker=/t2718-tracker-orion-montgomery#17682]
Name : Orion T. Montgomery
Age : 26
Height : 6'8"
Weight : 283 lbs
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Alliance : N/A
Crew : The Vintage Horde
Ship : N/A
Crew Role : Antiquarian
Devil Fruit : Arai Arai no Mi (Rough-Rough Fruit)
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,500,000
Quality Score : S+
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 41,959,429
[[bookworm]][[hardboiled]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]][[socialdistancing]]
Posts : 50
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Whatever quip, reaction or feeling Orion could associate with the shenanigans that happened across their ferry trip was immediately drowned out by the view of Carbuncle on the horizon. Each nautical cut through the ocean wake drew them nearer and soured his mood farther, and when the ferry moored and they stepped off the gang-plank to greet their escort, Orion was a shell of his former cheer.
For Orion, Carbuncle was basically the spitting image of Spider Miles in all its soul-sucking, trauma inducing splendor.
Face buried deep in his black, patched muffler, he fidgeted under the shadow of domineering smokestacks and disinterested gaze of mafia-aficionados. Adjusting folds of the scarf length as if to shield his scars from anymore abuse.
Disregarding the others' discussions with escorts, fishman or otherwise, Orion followed along mutely, trapped in memories as thick as the plumes of smoke pilfering out of the factory rows. While his eyes darted about instinctually, narrowing towards ruffling coats or errant waste bins, guarded against pistols, knives, thieving hands, and dangerous intentions.
The group was led by escort and the energetic boy who sprinted through town with nary a care, shielded from this place by childlike naivety and plot-armor confidence. Orion could only muster a pang of jealousy, for those were things the collector could never own. Not now, not in this bastardization of Spider Miles.
One plant, no different than the others but smelling of carbon dust and sulfur, swallowed them whole. The four rusted walls broke the torpor over Orion, and he glanced back as the doors closed. As he tried to count the steps back to the ferry and away from this place, a mirror of the home he hoped to never see again.
The immediate was enough to keep Orion from returning to his spiral, orders were disseminated to their group to perform repairs on various equipment. At another time and place, Orion would have played it stupid to avoid the bothersome task, but the distraction felt welcome, and he applied dexterous fingers and muscle memory to Carbuncle machines.
A clang and a clash. Reports of possible Marines. A whirlwind of chaos, of moving parts that were not of machine, of companions rising to action. Orion wanted to respond to it the only way he knew how, roughly.
"... Psst. Hey, youteia. "
A voice carrying a rope to escape on, a light through inevitable bloodshed and violence-polluted air.
"... Youteia were in the market earlier, right? With those little... ball... surprise..things?"
The weight of Orion's full attention fell upon the small mink, she reminded him of Jeeves. Ball…surprise…things… Orion's gachas!
She must have gathered she had him, as she stepped forward and grinned, A small step pointing in direction that was decisively not toward the Marines. It felt too convenient to Orion, but her resemblance to Jeeves and the prospect of one of his missing treasures being soiled by this Spider Mile knockoff was too much temptation for any one humble antiquarian to ignore.
"What?! MY GACHAS! Orion couldn't waste anymore time in a funk. He took off in the direction the Mink started towards.
"Too slow." Why was she only walking? Orion didn't have time for that. He scooped her up under one of his arms, effortlessly carrying her like a sack of potatoes.
Walls were in the way. He'd remove them. Friction slowed, ripped, and tore but Friction could also cut.
"Antique Collection…Obsidian Axe!"
Orion sliced at the walls with his heated and sharpened Umbrella. The wall fell in disjointed pieces of heated metal, cuts made more by brute strength than that of skilled sword swings.
"I'LL SAVE YOU FROM THIS HELL!"
Orion dashed through his self made exit, Aya in tow.
For Orion, Carbuncle was basically the spitting image of Spider Miles in all its soul-sucking, trauma inducing splendor.
Face buried deep in his black, patched muffler, he fidgeted under the shadow of domineering smokestacks and disinterested gaze of mafia-aficionados. Adjusting folds of the scarf length as if to shield his scars from anymore abuse.
Disregarding the others' discussions with escorts, fishman or otherwise, Orion followed along mutely, trapped in memories as thick as the plumes of smoke pilfering out of the factory rows. While his eyes darted about instinctually, narrowing towards ruffling coats or errant waste bins, guarded against pistols, knives, thieving hands, and dangerous intentions.
The group was led by escort and the energetic boy who sprinted through town with nary a care, shielded from this place by childlike naivety and plot-armor confidence. Orion could only muster a pang of jealousy, for those were things the collector could never own. Not now, not in this bastardization of Spider Miles.
One plant, no different than the others but smelling of carbon dust and sulfur, swallowed them whole. The four rusted walls broke the torpor over Orion, and he glanced back as the doors closed. As he tried to count the steps back to the ferry and away from this place, a mirror of the home he hoped to never see again.
The immediate was enough to keep Orion from returning to his spiral, orders were disseminated to their group to perform repairs on various equipment. At another time and place, Orion would have played it stupid to avoid the bothersome task, but the distraction felt welcome, and he applied dexterous fingers and muscle memory to Carbuncle machines.
A clang and a clash. Reports of possible Marines. A whirlwind of chaos, of moving parts that were not of machine, of companions rising to action. Orion wanted to respond to it the only way he knew how, roughly.
"... Psst. Hey, youteia. "
A voice carrying a rope to escape on, a light through inevitable bloodshed and violence-polluted air.
"... Youteia were in the market earlier, right? With those little... ball... surprise..things?"
The weight of Orion's full attention fell upon the small mink, she reminded him of Jeeves. Ball…surprise…things… Orion's gachas!
She must have gathered she had him, as she stepped forward and grinned, A small step pointing in direction that was decisively not toward the Marines. It felt too convenient to Orion, but her resemblance to Jeeves and the prospect of one of his missing treasures being soiled by this Spider Mile knockoff was too much temptation for any one humble antiquarian to ignore.
"What?! MY GACHAS! Orion couldn't waste anymore time in a funk. He took off in the direction the Mink started towards.
"Too slow." Why was she only walking? Orion didn't have time for that. He scooped her up under one of his arms, effortlessly carrying her like a sack of potatoes.
Walls were in the way. He'd remove them. Friction slowed, ripped, and tore but Friction could also cut.
"Antique Collection…Obsidian Axe!"
Orion sliced at the walls with his heated and sharpened Umbrella. The wall fell in disjointed pieces of heated metal, cuts made more by brute strength than that of skilled sword swings.
"I'LL SAVE YOU FROM THIS HELL!"
Orion dashed through his self made exit, Aya in tow.
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- Volo Rosso
- [tracker=/t2130-volo-rosso-airheart#12332]
Name : Volo Rosso Airheart
Epithet : Red Wing Volo
Age : 19
Height : 6'0"
Weight : 190
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Emilia
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Moku Moku no mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 30,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 378,125
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Posts : 110
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Volo took a deep breath as his first mate spewed the noxious blue smoke from his lungs. The gas forced the guards to their knees as they laughed uncontrollably.
"Peeeewwwuuuu..." Winny's nasally voice called as the smoke dissipated, pinching his nose and waving his hand. "You should brush your teeth more..."
"Pffftahaha.." Volo snickered, trying to hold in his amusement and avoid Karl's glare.
"Now then!" Winny shouted excitedly, his fingers hovering over the handle. Childlike wonder took over as his imagination ran wild.
"Let's see..-...?!?" A thunderous chorus of clanging metal echoed behind him, sending a shivering fear down the boy's spine. "YEEEOOOW!" Instinctively jumping behind Volo and Karl for protection.
It was only after the initial shock wore off that he realized the amount of damage that had been done. "Wha... But... My...sniff" The poor boy was distraught. "Do you know, sniff, how long it's gonna take me to fix that..." Tears welled up in his big green eyes as waterfalls fell down his freckled cheeks.
"There...there..." Volo mumbled as he awkwardly patted the boy's head, doing his best to provide comfort. "So, any idea why Onion just abducted the squirrel...?" Leaning over to his mate Karl to shed light on the situation.
"Waaah, wazzat..?" Pinako mumbled as she shuffled around her bag for the listen-gooder. Adjusting her thick-rimmed glasses to get a better look at the damage Onion had caused.
"Sniff... Karl was right..sniff." Winny mumbled as he wiped the tears from his eyes "That Onion guy is a thief." He paused for a moment to reflect on his anger. "And a jerk too!"
The muffled noises from the secret door grew louder, enough to draw the group's attention. Pursue the squirrel abductor or open the door. That was the question.
"Outta me way, ya whippersnappers!" Pinako pushed through the boys and swung the secret door open without a second thought. A blinding natural light took over just a moment as their eyes adjusted from the shock.
"Hey look, it's the cueball and the Fishman!" Winny shouted.
WC 340/5,986
"Peeeewwwuuuu..." Winny's nasally voice called as the smoke dissipated, pinching his nose and waving his hand. "You should brush your teeth more..."
"Pffftahaha.." Volo snickered, trying to hold in his amusement and avoid Karl's glare.
"Now then!" Winny shouted excitedly, his fingers hovering over the handle. Childlike wonder took over as his imagination ran wild.
"Let's see..-...?!?" A thunderous chorus of clanging metal echoed behind him, sending a shivering fear down the boy's spine. "YEEEOOOW!" Instinctively jumping behind Volo and Karl for protection.
It was only after the initial shock wore off that he realized the amount of damage that had been done. "Wha... But... My...sniff" The poor boy was distraught. "Do you know, sniff, how long it's gonna take me to fix that..." Tears welled up in his big green eyes as waterfalls fell down his freckled cheeks.
"There...there..." Volo mumbled as he awkwardly patted the boy's head, doing his best to provide comfort. "So, any idea why Onion just abducted the squirrel...?" Leaning over to his mate Karl to shed light on the situation.
"Waaah, wazzat..?" Pinako mumbled as she shuffled around her bag for the listen-gooder. Adjusting her thick-rimmed glasses to get a better look at the damage Onion had caused.
"Sniff... Karl was right..sniff." Winny mumbled as he wiped the tears from his eyes "That Onion guy is a thief." He paused for a moment to reflect on his anger. "And a jerk too!"
The muffled noises from the secret door grew louder, enough to draw the group's attention. Pursue the squirrel abductor or open the door. That was the question.
"Outta me way, ya whippersnappers!" Pinako pushed through the boys and swung the secret door open without a second thought. A blinding natural light took over just a moment as their eyes adjusted from the shock.
"Hey look, it's the cueball and the Fishman!" Winny shouted.
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- Stone Okirama
- [tracker=/t1924-stone-okirama#10456]
Name : Stone Okirama
Epithet : Kodiak
Age : 19
Height : 10'8" | 328 cm
Weight : 1458 lbs | 661 kg
Species : Human-Giant Hybrid
Faction : Marines
Crew : The Hunting Party
Ship : The Open Season
Marine Rank : Captain
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kuma Kuma no Mi, Model: Kodiak Bear
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 105,550,000
[[hardboiled]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 59
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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If Stone’s quickened trot as a massive bear made any noise, the stalwart Captain of the Navy could not hear it over the sprawling slugger's spectacle behind him. Not that the Kodiak’s recent mad dash through some of Carbuncle’s coastal bases helped lower the volume any. Of course, there was something to be said about finally getting the opportunity to really stretch his legs a little bit, as a bear or otherwise. It was not as if the Kodiak was nervous about relaying the routes to the incoming reinforcements. That would be utterly ridiculous and unbecoming behavior of an Officer of the Navy.
...But one more battle before that call wouldn't hurt.
Five Minutes Later...
Eager flames from the site of a one-sided stomp lashed out at the sky like anger-fueled snakes. Destroyed weapons and battered thugs alike littered what was once a coastal base. Motionless amidst the chaos he had caused just seconds ago. Stone found himself lost in thought. If he had just waited a few more moments things could have went so much different.
[npc=misc]"We're... Not.... Done.... Yet!!!"[/npc]
The sudden voice was enough to quell Stone's regretful feelings, at least for the moment. Turning to face the new challenger, the bear-hybrid tilted his head in confusion at the sorry sight.
Propping himself up with the use of a massive cooking utensil, the bruised brigand continued his strange speech in-between labored breaths, [npc=misc]"I don't know what kind of game you think this is, but if you think some C-lister marine like you is going to bring me and my men down, you got another thing coming!"[/npc]
Resting a paw under his chin, Stone squinted at the worse-for-wear ruffian, [plyr=navy]"Sorry, I don't quite recognize you..."[/plyr]
[npc=misc]"Hah! Everyone in the South Blue has heard the name 'Lashing Ladle' Leland!"[/npc] With as much flourish and flair that the pirate could muster in the moment, Leland spun the ladle around.
Before the combat-ready cook was able to make a move, Stone was already in front of him. Wrenching the oversized spoon away from Leland, Stone perfectly bent it into a circle.
[plyr=navy]"That wasn't an invitation to introduce yourself..."[/plyr] Lowering himself to the ground, Stone brought both of his arms back, [plyr=navy]"... Raspberry Raider!"[/plyr]
Like a rock being skipped across the water, Leland was sent far off into the distance before making his "splash" into the side of a nearby building.
[plyr=navy]“It's always something...”[/plyr] Ripping his axe out of the crater-ladden ground, The bear-man left the base behind and sat at the now empty dock nearby, [plyr=navy]"Let's get this over with before anyone else has the chance to try and fight me."[/plyr]
Riffling through the few pockets he had left for the transponder snail channel, Stone eventually managed to get his hands on the codes. Sighing deeply, Captain Okirama steeled himself and prepared to make the most important snail call of his career.
...But one more battle before that call wouldn't hurt.
Five Minutes Later...
Eager flames from the site of a one-sided stomp lashed out at the sky like anger-fueled snakes. Destroyed weapons and battered thugs alike littered what was once a coastal base. Motionless amidst the chaos he had caused just seconds ago. Stone found himself lost in thought. If he had just waited a few more moments things could have went so much different.
[npc=misc]"We're... Not.... Done.... Yet!!!"[/npc]
The sudden voice was enough to quell Stone's regretful feelings, at least for the moment. Turning to face the new challenger, the bear-hybrid tilted his head in confusion at the sorry sight.
Propping himself up with the use of a massive cooking utensil, the bruised brigand continued his strange speech in-between labored breaths, [npc=misc]"I don't know what kind of game you think this is, but if you think some C-lister marine like you is going to bring me and my men down, you got another thing coming!"[/npc]
Resting a paw under his chin, Stone squinted at the worse-for-wear ruffian, [plyr=navy]"Sorry, I don't quite recognize you..."[/plyr]
[npc=misc]"Hah! Everyone in the South Blue has heard the name 'Lashing Ladle' Leland!"[/npc] With as much flourish and flair that the pirate could muster in the moment, Leland spun the ladle around.
Before the combat-ready cook was able to make a move, Stone was already in front of him. Wrenching the oversized spoon away from Leland, Stone perfectly bent it into a circle.
[plyr=navy]"That wasn't an invitation to introduce yourself..."[/plyr] Lowering himself to the ground, Stone brought both of his arms back, [plyr=navy]"... Raspberry Raider!"[/plyr]
Like a rock being skipped across the water, Leland was sent far off into the distance before making his "splash" into the side of a nearby building.
[plyr=navy]“It's always something...”[/plyr] Ripping his axe out of the crater-ladden ground, The bear-man left the base behind and sat at the now empty dock nearby, [plyr=navy]"Let's get this over with before anyone else has the chance to try and fight me."[/plyr]
Riffling through the few pockets he had left for the transponder snail channel, Stone eventually managed to get his hands on the codes. Sighing deeply, Captain Okirama steeled himself and prepared to make the most important snail call of his career.
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Name : Variable
Epithet : Variable
Age : 0
Height : Variable
Weight : Variable
Species : Variable
Faction : Variable
Crew : Variable
Ship : Variable
Crew Role : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Bounty : Variable
Balance : Variable
Posts : 1287
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- Pikasso
- [tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 100
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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Even years of watching Lesser Minks could not prepare Aya for the chaos of the ones she managed to get tangled up with. Countless hours in silent observation had painted a picture of the subtle beauty of mundane human life in the artist's mind... and yet fate seemed hellbent on throwing the wildest of the Minks' follicly challenged kin into her path.
Though she was ruffled, the runt had long since given up on starting any arguments over being carried. It seemed to be in people's nature to want to scoop her up and Orion was only validating that theory.
As her enthusiastic companion felled walls before them the hurricane of questions about what she had just gotten herself into hit like déjà vu.
"...W-wait, how am I supposed to tell where we're going with youteia wrecking the place??" she piped up suddenly, " We're going to get caught if youteia keep this u-"
"Uh-"
AH -CHUU!"
Suddenly, the mink was caught up in an adorably squeaky sneezing fit.
She tried to dispel the irritating tickle of dust from the rubble around them with a shake of her fluffy head. When the feeling persisted and Aya's sensitive nose continued to sniffle like after downing one of her Mother's hot pepper-laced cold remedies, the feeling that something was amiss began to set in.
While she couldn't hear much above the jostling of being carried and the destruction, there was definitely something in the air.
"Ahh... ah... AHH-CHUU!"
It took a few attempts for her to squeak out anything actually understandable.
"... N-never mind! Keep going!!! Whatever youteia have to do to put distance between us and- !!"
The rumble of the earth below filled Aya with dread. The little artist suddenly blinked out of view, then back. Clasped between her dark, pleading paws was a desperate offering from her pockets. She was trying her best to shove it into Orion's view.
The gacha gleamed in her grasp.
" ...Here! Change of plans! Get us anywhere that isn't here!! Please!!" Aya did her best to pour all her years of practice flashing puppy-dog eyes into one hopeful plea.
She felt a pang of concern for the others in their strange impromptu pack, but she'd seen what chaos they were capable of causing. For all she knew, whatever was going on was their fault.
Either way, getting somewhere they could think it through without the world shaking at their feet would help.
" I'll help youteia sniff out more of your gacha or whatever! Just keep running!!"
With the offer made, Aya was not waiting for an answer. She disappeared again (along with the gacha bribe,) though the sensation of the little fluffball under Orion's arm stayed the same.
Though she was ruffled, the runt had long since given up on starting any arguments over being carried. It seemed to be in people's nature to want to scoop her up and Orion was only validating that theory.
As her enthusiastic companion felled walls before them the hurricane of questions about what she had just gotten herself into hit like déjà vu.
"...W-wait, how am I supposed to tell where we're going with youteia wrecking the place??" she piped up suddenly, " We're going to get caught if youteia keep this u-"
"Uh-"
AH -CHUU!"
Suddenly, the mink was caught up in an adorably squeaky sneezing fit.
She tried to dispel the irritating tickle of dust from the rubble around them with a shake of her fluffy head. When the feeling persisted and Aya's sensitive nose continued to sniffle like after downing one of her Mother's hot pepper-laced cold remedies, the feeling that something was amiss began to set in.
While she couldn't hear much above the jostling of being carried and the destruction, there was definitely something in the air.
"Ahh... ah... AHH-CHUU!"
It took a few attempts for her to squeak out anything actually understandable.
"... N-never mind! Keep going!!! Whatever youteia have to do to put distance between us and- !!"
The rumble of the earth below filled Aya with dread. The little artist suddenly blinked out of view, then back. Clasped between her dark, pleading paws was a desperate offering from her pockets. She was trying her best to shove it into Orion's view.
The gacha gleamed in her grasp.
" ...Here! Change of plans! Get us anywhere that isn't here!! Please!!" Aya did her best to pour all her years of practice flashing puppy-dog eyes into one hopeful plea.
She felt a pang of concern for the others in their strange impromptu pack, but she'd seen what chaos they were capable of causing. For all she knew, whatever was going on was their fault.
Either way, getting somewhere they could think it through without the world shaking at their feet would help.
" I'll help youteia sniff out more of your gacha or whatever! Just keep running!!"
With the offer made, Aya was not waiting for an answer. She disappeared again (along with the gacha bribe,) though the sensation of the little fluffball under Orion's arm stayed the same.
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- Orion Montgomery
- [tracker=/t2718-tracker-orion-montgomery#17682]
Name : Orion T. Montgomery
Age : 26
Height : 6'8"
Weight : 283 lbs
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Alliance : N/A
Crew : The Vintage Horde
Ship : N/A
Crew Role : Antiquarian
Devil Fruit : Arai Arai no Mi (Rough-Rough Fruit)
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,500,000
Quality Score : S+
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 41,959,429
[[bookworm]][[hardboiled]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]][[socialdistancing]]
Posts : 50
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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Orion didn’t need the little Mink’s words. Didn’t listen to them. He didn’t bother to question her strange disappearing act, the casual display of what could only be a devil’s power.
If anything, it was a refreshing reminder that Carbuncle is not Spider Miles. A newness he could latch onto. A furry-person shaped night-light to fight back a nostalgic bleakness of post-traumatic memory.
No. It was convenient to ignore her words, to pretend she didn't just manipulate him. To pretend the gacha flashing before his face was always the prize. Not ones that were promised to exist somewhere out on Carbuncle's streets, suffering in his absence, cold and alone.
He was happy to have left that factory anyways.
Orion focused on the gacha in front of him. His new goal, his new bribe. Eye's matching overcast sky narrowing, vision tunneling. A hunger. Addiction-Adjacent.
Then the plastic ball was gone as fast as it had arrived. The polymer shine of its case vanishing. Vanishing just like Aya.
He felt something still tucked under his arm. The weight had remained unchanged, slight as it was. More of her power.
Orion suppressed a sigh. She wanted to get away. Orion would help.
"As the saying goes... In for a gacha, in for a gacha..."
He shuffled the invisible form in front of him, spinning her around, presumably, and blatantly ignoring any causal accidents such mink-handling could create. With the repositioning and light application of friction on his duster, he had the mink, hopefully, strapped to his chest in an Orion-made Aya shaped bjorn. Aya-bjorn.
”You are bjorn again.”
Getting away was the tricky bit. Getting away reminded him of an old memory. Pigeons on factory stacks. Gray feathers washed out by grayer smoke. A pigeon's eye view. To see how those smug bastards see. To assess.
There was plenty of smoke here. Plenty of stacks.
Brick and mortar veneer covered the chimney’s exterior. Stained from ash, dried from heatsmoke and craggy from age, the material made for a great grip. Friction made for even greater. It was no more difficult than a casual walk.
For Orion, that is exactly what it was. A walk up a vertical surface, a complete disregard for gravity as well as the slight concavity of the stack, and an impressive display for core strength.
In no time, Orion had reached the factory plume’s peak. He cast open his umbrella, a shade from the ash, plopped down on the rim and dangled his feet over its edge, kicking gently at the wind. His invisible burden—possibly Aya—placed next to him.
Finally, they took in Carbuncle proper.
”So…” Orion picked at an ear in nonchalance.
”Where to next?”
If anything, it was a refreshing reminder that Carbuncle is not Spider Miles. A newness he could latch onto. A furry-person shaped night-light to fight back a nostalgic bleakness of post-traumatic memory.
No. It was convenient to ignore her words, to pretend she didn't just manipulate him. To pretend the gacha flashing before his face was always the prize. Not ones that were promised to exist somewhere out on Carbuncle's streets, suffering in his absence, cold and alone.
He was happy to have left that factory anyways.
Orion focused on the gacha in front of him. His new goal, his new bribe. Eye's matching overcast sky narrowing, vision tunneling. A hunger. Addiction-Adjacent.
Then the plastic ball was gone as fast as it had arrived. The polymer shine of its case vanishing. Vanishing just like Aya.
He felt something still tucked under his arm. The weight had remained unchanged, slight as it was. More of her power.
Orion suppressed a sigh. She wanted to get away. Orion would help.
"As the saying goes... In for a gacha, in for a gacha..."
He shuffled the invisible form in front of him, spinning her around, presumably, and blatantly ignoring any causal accidents such mink-handling could create. With the repositioning and light application of friction on his duster, he had the mink, hopefully, strapped to his chest in an Orion-made Aya shaped bjorn. Aya-bjorn.
”You are bjorn again.”
Getting away was the tricky bit. Getting away reminded him of an old memory. Pigeons on factory stacks. Gray feathers washed out by grayer smoke. A pigeon's eye view. To see how those smug bastards see. To assess.
There was plenty of smoke here. Plenty of stacks.
Brick and mortar veneer covered the chimney’s exterior. Stained from ash, dried from heatsmoke and craggy from age, the material made for a great grip. Friction made for even greater. It was no more difficult than a casual walk.
For Orion, that is exactly what it was. A walk up a vertical surface, a complete disregard for gravity as well as the slight concavity of the stack, and an impressive display for core strength.
In no time, Orion had reached the factory plume’s peak. He cast open his umbrella, a shade from the ash, plopped down on the rim and dangled his feet over its edge, kicking gently at the wind. His invisible burden—possibly Aya—placed next to him.
Finally, they took in Carbuncle proper.
”So…” Orion picked at an ear in nonchalance.
”Where to next?”
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Total Word Count: 3800
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 489
Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand
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April 1, 1829, ~3:30 PM
Outskirts of Carbuncle...
Trying to describe scents to those who only experienced the faintest hint of them was like describing colors to a blind person. How would you approach it? What words would you use? Could the other side ever truly understand?
Those questions lingered in the back of Yumiko’s mind akin to hecklers in an audience, as she sat on top of a factory roof. Loud, distracting, pointless... Her sharp nose took in another sample of the filthy air. It smelled of violence.
Unfortunately, the hunter had lost the trail of her target. Those dizzying aerial maneuvers had left her head spinning. She had crashed against the roof, while the bird flew away. An utter failure on her part. Shameful.
Glaring at the countless scurrying mooks below, the weasel weighed her options. Her soul still burned with the predatory instinct. However... In the haze of countless different traces, it was impossible to pick the one that smelled the most traitorous. And the winds stirred it all into thick broth.
After a moment, a decision was made. The warrior flopped onto her back. She shrank down. Her dark fur receded rapidly, leaving pale, blood-stained skin in its wake. Ragged breaths scratched her lungs. Her left arm looked like a sock fresh out of a washtub. Mangled and dripping.
Fortunately, the self-sufficient samurai had years of experience with living alone and tending to her own injuries. Emboldened by the thought, she gripped the limp arm. Her plan was simple enough. A bit of wiggling got the dislocated joint lined up, a deep breath steeled her nerves and...
-Crack-
...Hm, no, that only made it worse.
A medical professional the warrior decidedly was not. Doubts began to creep into her mind alongside the pounding pain. Could she really do this? With one arm? Staring up at the uncaring sky, she tried to think of her comrades. What would Sir Nottingham do? If he ran into impossible odds...
Would he simply roll over and give up?
A monstrous quake answered Yumiko’s wordless question. Her gaze was immediately drawn towards the commotion. She couldn’t put the sensation into words, but... Even from all the way here, she could feel the two titans clashing.
Gasping, rasping, for air, the warrior forced herself back onto her wobbly feet. Her sheathed blade pushed against the roof like a cane, helping her upright. 'Not yet...' That was the answer she told herself. 'Not. Yet.'
Jumping down from the roof, the wounded woman found herself facing a swarm of scurrying pirates. Lackeys... All of them... Her eyes ignited with that peculiar madness again. “Thou... are in mine way...” In a blink, her unsheathed blade danced, painting a storm of lingering flashes in the air...
Followed by a chorus of screams.
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