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| Topic Started: Sep 11 2009, 07:08 PM (991 Views) | |
| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 11 2009, 07:08 PM Post #1 |
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-On the Way- It was a usual day. Simian was up to his wired science, mixing and warping things that nature didn’t intend to be touched. Throwing around test tubes, mixing up peculiar chemicals with Kuma’s spices. Though every once in awhile today, he looked over at the rat cage, which he had placed on top of Yalen’s stomach, after forgetting to even attempt curing him. For once the rats were silent, simply sitting there. Simian sensed foul play, so he dropped the chemicals he was working with into Kuma’s pot, and headed over there, his foot kicking something on the way there. The skeleton of a rat, stripped down to the bone. Upon discovering it, Simian stood up and examined the skeleton, notching bite marks. His eyes then happened upon the rat cage, which one hideously mutated rat growling and hissing at the other rats. Simian giggled as he grabbed the cage and hurried outside where he tossed it overboard, never to see the abominations again. He giggled once more, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath. Turning back to the cabin, he kept on giggling as he returned with a bit of a hop, “Failure! Smehehe…” He said, showing no sign of giving a damn about the rats he had thrown to their deaths. Though before he entered he remembered he had a bit of a to-do list, and he would have to mark off giving rats intelligence as it was done and it was a failure. Reaching in his coat pocket he pulled out a piece of paper, looking through the list, but there it was, and Simian’s eyes shrunk when he saw it. In bold there was “Cure Yalen.” Simian was a bit disappointed in himself with this realization. For a few seconds. After a brief period of simply looking at it, he threw the paper into the sea after the rat cage, “Ooops!” He said with a shrug. With a bright smile he looked around, "So what are we going to do today, Kuma?" He questioned out loud. Edited by Kopawapatezi, Nov 13 2009, 10:43 PM.
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 11 2009, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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Kuma was busy in the kitchen, trying to cook up something to eat. He knew that Simian had messed around with his spices every now and then, but he wouldn't always throw them away. He would usually test out the new spices on certain dishes he fed Simian. Even though he felt somewhat sadistic doing it, Simian had always done these types of things to him. Those that Simian reacted to fairly well, he would try himself. If he thought it enhanced the flavor of a dish, and he didn't have any adverse side effects within the next week, he'd keep the spice and label it 'Deadly'. All of these that were new spices that Simian created unintentionally, he kept inside a special cupboard Kuma sighed as he looked into his pot, and saw that Simian had dumped several rats into them. "Simian..." he said quickly, throwing the pot at him. "We're going to do what we do every day, Simian." Kuma said slowly, sitting at the dining table and tapping his fingers together as he held them near his face. "Plan to take over the world!" he shouted out, laughing maniacally. He quickly stopped, a look of annoyance on his face. "Nothing, we have Yalen as a table decoration... it's just.." Kuma said slowly, rubbing his temples "WHY DO WE HAVE HIM HERE?!" Kuma shouted out, grabbing Simian and shaking him back and forth. "We took him along to cure him, not to... use him as a... an experiment!!!" Kuma shouted, pacing in frustration. |
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North.  The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 11 2009, 10:12 PM Post #3 |
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As Simian turned his head he was smacked in the face by the thrown pot, seeing more rats fall to the ground. “So, that’s where I put them…” He muttered. He picked up a rat by the tail, holding it above him for a moment, “Here we go.“ He said as he swallowed the rat whole. With a gulp he looked over Kuma, with burn marks on his face, “Not bad. Got some new spices in Loguetown?“ He questioned before coughing up a purple powder, which came out as a thick cloud at first. Snickering at Kuma’s thoughts of world domination. As Simian was shaken rather than stirred, he laughed his usual laugh “Smekekeke…" In his shrill voice. Once free, and with Kuma pacing, he decided it would be defended himself. With his grin not faltering he began, “I’m not using him as part of an experiment. He’s a tablecloth.” Simian explained pointing to the various stains on Yalen’s lab coat. Pointing to the bare table he sighed a fake sigh, “We don’t have one, and that’s some fine wood table our made out of. You wouldn’t want my rats to stain it?” He shouted, with joy still in his voice, “Would you?” He questioned “WOULD YOU!?!” He questioned once more, with joyful aggression in his voice. Slapping Kuma‘s cheek he shook his head, “No! I didn’t think so!” Simian added before he even gave Kuma a chance to utter a single word. “But do I get a thanks, for thinking our table before ethics and the laws of nature?” He shouted once more, raising his long arms into the air. He turned away “No!” He shouted as he threw his arms up into the air. As he was about to finish his false rage, he glanced out the window “All I get it is~ Oh Enel. It’s a giant disco ball!” He shouted in excitement. Edited by Kopawapatezi, Sep 11 2009, 10:58 PM.
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 12 2009, 06:44 PM Post #4 |
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Kuma shook his head at all that was going on. He put his head in his hands as he began to wonder where it had all gone wrong. "It was probably when I left home..." he said to himself, opening up his fingers a bit to take a peak at Yalen. Kuma walked over to him as Simian continued to go on a rant about how keeping a clean table with a human body was completely rational, or some nonsense like that. Kuma grabbed Yalen by the ankles, whipping him off of the table like the table cloth he was, and throwing him onto the couch in the living area. He then pulled out a table cloth out of nowhere, as if he were some sort of magician. Flicking it lightly over the table, he set it into place. "There, this is much more clean than some random guy." Kuma stated simply, nodding to himself. Kuma's ears perked up at Simian's mention of a giant disco ball. He had no idea what a disco ball was, and wouldn't even want to begin to imagine what a giant one looked like. "What?" he asked simply, walking over to Simian with a raised eyebrow. |
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North. The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 13 2009, 09:41 AM Post #5 |
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Simian let out a coarse sigh “But that’s a fine tablecloth. Wouldn’t Yalen’s soon to be corpse be better to soak up urine and blood?” He questioned, only to follow it up with yet another sigh. What was strange he was displeasure, yet he still kept his grin intact. Looking back at Yalen on the couch, he began to think about curing him, it was then that part of conscience came out in form of a devil version of him, with red skin, horns, batwings, and a tail wagging in glee. The little devil snickered ‘You don’t need to cure him. We’re low on fish, I’m sure Kuma won’t mind when he have a nice juicy catfish to eat.’ He said, followed by Simian’s own signature laugh. Looking to his opposite shoulder, Simian saw a second devil appear, ‘Yeah Simian. It’s been a long time since we’ve had catfish.’ It agreed, reinforcing Simian’s resolve to simply let Yalen rot. Simian began to wring his hands together while he snickered in sick glee at the thought of eating catfish. Simian broke this glee with Kuma‘s uttering of “what” in his childish ignorance. Simian’s eyes began to glow even brighter, his way of showing rage. With a whipping sound, he reached the hand of his right long arm over and gave him a firm backhand slap, adding the sound effect of “Splack!” With his own voice. Having slapped Kuma, Simian turned his back to him “You know. The funk.” He muttered, being too disappointed to even give Kuma eye contact. With that said, Simian began to dance in place, humming to himself. In a matter of seconds he would be begin to sing actual words, “Attention all y'all lobster and shrimp. Right now is the place to be. Remember I told y’all niggas before, y’all niggas can’t mess with me.” Where these lyrics where heard was a mystery. In the end Simian was trying to get his point across, this disco ball at sea would be a fun place to go, and most likely safe, Kuma would be crazy to not guide the ship that way. Catching Yalen in the corner of his eye he stopped dancing for the most part, his long arms still moved to nonexistent rhythm. “If Yalen can’t enjoy the funk. Then you can’t enjoy the funk…” He muttered looking at the downed man on the couch. Looking back over to Kuma he snickered a bit, “I can, but I‘m a monster.” He added. Edited by Kopawapatezi, Sep 13 2009, 09:49 AM.
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| Strider Xan | Sep 13 2009, 10:52 AM Post #6 |
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Rook could hear the music and merriment emanating from the isle well before his passenger ship could even resolve the dock at the edge of the island. Rook, however, didn't pay the noise any particular mind. He was enraptured by the phenomenon that was happening above him. They began travelling from the prior island early in the morning and yet Mirrorball isle was greeting him with a night sky. When he checked to the horizon, he could see the light of midday that touched every other neighbouring portion of the sea. Rook was leaning back against his cart of equipment and utensils, all the necessary amenities that kept his travelling trade as an all purpose blacksmith afloat. In his hands were a note pad and pen. He was scribbling down a sequences of equations from all that he knew about planetary orbits and revolutions trying to pin point if there was a scientific reason to Mirrorball having such a minuscule amount of sunlight. His ears perked at the sound of the anchor plummeting into the water. Rook took the sound as a personal buzzer, folding away his notebook and pen into his satchel before standing up and pulling his cart across the deck to the loading bay. He left port, moving into the residence district of party central. He was flagged down by a steward of a nearby hotel. "Good evening sir!" greeted the steward. Rook glanced at the man, stopping his movements. "I suspect you are here for a room, yes? Might I suggest Paradise Falls? We are the closest hotel to the docks, complete with our own stalls in our exclusive shopping market in the heart of the residency district, meaning you won't find a better spot for custom!" she hinted. Rook raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sale pitch. "How much would that put me back?" Rook asked. The woman blinked before giving him a wide smile of joy. "I know that accent!" She cried enigmatically. "You must be from West Blue too huh?" she guessed. Rook nodded very slowly finding the woman to be weird, to say the least. "And a travelling trader to boot! Hey, you wouldn't mind confirming something for me, would ya?" She asked. Rook subtly narrowed his eyes a little bit, being able to guess what it was she was speaking of. "I heard rumours about this blacksmith who makes guns that kill innocent people. The 'Wildfire' blacksmith?" Rook simply looked on. The woman took his response to mean he wasn't sure on what she was referring to. "They say he's 'black' in every sense of the word." she said excitedly. Rook, having never heard of that particular rumour before furrowed his brow to the comment. Fortunately the woman took his offence to be down to his own creed, realising the phrase she had just uttered. "Er, *ahem* well sir, if you just leave your equipment here with the deposit we'll be more than happy to prepare you a stall and a room." Rook forked up the money and nodded begrudgingly to the tactless woman. Edited by Strider Xan, Sep 13 2009, 05:27 PM.
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Haruka "Rook" Matsuda • Engineer/War Tactician • Shipwright • [url]Crewless[/url] • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 47 • Beli: 1,000,000 • Location: Mirror Ball Isle, East Blue Strength - 19 • Speed - 25 (20 + 5) • Stamina - 15 • Accuracy - 25 • Fortune - 19 | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 13 2009, 08:33 PM Post #7 |
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Kuma found his foot tapping. Was this the mysterious 'funk' that Simian had been going on about. He only sighed as he went back into the kitchen area, pulling out a plastic bag that was filled with a strange blue liquid. He took out several strange mechanisms from inside of Simian's pockets, assembling them and forming what looked like a stand to hold something up. Setting everything up, and bringing it to Yalen, he ended up being a make-shift IV drip, except the liquid was being dripped into his mouth. "That should do for now..." Kuma said slowly, making sure everything would stay still if the boat rocked. From hanging out with Simian, he had discovered a few things about medicine. Combining this with his knowledge of food, he was now able to use all of Simian's equipment to further his culinary arts. What he had done would give Yalen enough nutrition throughout the day so they wouldn't have to bother with him. "Ehh... I guess we can go. We haven't been on land in a while." Kuma said, looking out towards the 'giant disco ball' that Simian was speaking of. |
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North. The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 16 2009, 12:11 PM Post #8 |
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[Oh crap. Kuma posted, though I wasn't aware. So, forgive me for this late post.] Simian‘s eyes shrunk at the sight of the blue liquid. He was able to imagine the little parasitic worms swimming around in it. Poor Yalen being hooked up to it. Simian raised two right index fingers at first appearing to give Kuma a bit of a warning “You should know that, that wasn’t… Ah never mind. He’s unconscious, he won’t care.” He shrugged as dropped the only bit of concern he had for Yalen. For Simian, he just couldn’t wait to get into the rhythm and feel the freaky funk. The small ship came into the islands port rather late, nearing sundown. The orange sky reflected off the massive disco ball giving off a funky multicolored look. Simian’s grinned a bright yellow grin as he roped the ship in place. As he was about to go into the town’s streets, by simply turned his head he came face to face with a bounty poster, his own. Simian’s mouth slung open and his tongue started flickering as he screamed, “Hopping hermit crabs, that‘s one ugly bastard!” He shouted, however silly it may of sounded. Quickly he retreated into the boat, “Kuma, we have a bit of a problem. We’re still murderous criminals! Wanted by the law! We’re monsters! We’re a group of thugs! We’ll be hung up to dry! We're good for nothing gangsters! La cosa nostra! We'll be locked up in the slammer! We're running illegal weapons!...” He began to spaz, though scarily enough he was still grinning and giggling as he kept on going, listing off a plethora of words, crimes they didn't even commit and possible punishments. Edited by Kopawapatezi, Sep 16 2009, 05:28 PM.
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 17 2009, 04:13 PM Post #9 |
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Kuma sighed at Simian. The blue liquid he had pulled out was something he had made earlier. The other blue liquid that Simian was thinking of was poured into the ocean a long time ago. He continued to look at the giant disco ball, as Simian began to freak out. Listening to Simian's outburst, Kuma just stared at him with a blank face. "Well, you do those things, but not me." he said, nodding his head a bit. "But I guess that I have a bounty on my head too..." Kuma said slowly, with a bit of concern on his face. "We should get masks or something." he laughed, slapping Simian on the back. |
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North. The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 18 2009, 10:50 PM Post #10 |
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Simian giggled as Kuma threw the blame on him, “Whatever. You’re going to get blamed for it all too.” He said with a sly grin. As Simian began to ponder into disguises he fumbled around the cabin for a moment and plucked away Yalen’s glasses. By simply putting them on he was an entirely new person. Pushing up these stolen glasses he giggled, “You look more like the thug kind. You dirty street rat.” Looking over Kuma head to toe, he tried to think of where Kuma would be well suited. He rubbed his chin as he began to think “I’m surprised at you. The drug and arms moving business is a lucrative business deal.” Simian thought out loud. Shaking his head he put the hand of one of his long arms on Kuma’s shoulder, “Anyway. You shall be Samuel Jackson!” He stated as he went in forward to whisper in his ear. He snickered into Kuma‘s ear “That’ll your disguise name. You look generic enough to not need a legitimate one…” He laughed as he Yalen’s glasses slid down his nose. Rather than fix them he tossed them aside, perfectly onto Yalen’s face. It was then that Simian realized that he indeed had to cure Yalen, and his horribly disfigured face. He quickly hopped over to Yalen, he looked at his mouth for a moment. Going back into the kitchen he grabbed the durian, which smelled like a rotting corpse "Here's the plan. We shove the durian down his throat and put him on a fishing line, we can only hope that a wooooolf can swim great distances." He said glancing over at Kuma. Before Kuma had a chance to stop this plan, Simian ran over to Yalen and used his right foot and one of his available hands to pry open Yalen's mouth. Looking over his shoulder and he snickered as the massive fruit was jammed into right Yalen's mouth, whole. After struggling for a fair amount of time, the durian was only half way in there, so Simian raised his leg up and stomped the fruit down deeper, grunting and snickering while he did so. Once it was done Yalen had a massive lump in the throat, but at least his mouth was empty. (( Lucky shot! Sorry for being all over the place in ten diffrent time sets at once. I just need to get use to playing an erratic character like Simian once more, and there's a bit more that needs to be done. @ Xan: We're getting a little bit ahead of ourselves, once we're off the ship with Yalen's heart beating once more, Kuma and company and run into Rook. *I had permission from Kuma to do the whole, "Before Kuma had a chance to do something" thing, it's for reasons of plot. )) Edited by Kopawapatezi, Sep 19 2009, 11:43 PM.
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 19 2009, 11:52 PM Post #11 |
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Kuma frowned, looking at the window of a building nearby. He ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, an unsatisfied look on his face. "I don't look like a thug..." he muttered to himself, putting his head down in depression. He watched Simian put on the glasses he had stolen from, turning himself into another person. "Well, since I'm Samuel Jackson. I deem the..." Kuma said slowly, pointing up into the air with a blank stare on his face. "Samuel Adams." he said proudly, quickly getting a bit paranoid as he looked around. "Oh, crap." Kuma stated, hopping back onto the boat with a horrified look on his face. "Simian! Wait!" Kuma cried out, jumping through the doorway in a dramatic like fashion. He hit the floor halfway, as Simian shoved the durian down his throat. "Simian... why?!" he cried, getting onto his knees and thrusting his arms into the air, crying out to the heavens. Edited by PapaKuma, Sep 20 2009, 12:59 AM.
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North. The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| + thingymabob | Sep 20 2009, 04:00 AM Post #12 |
 
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[[ It's Yalen! And the cooooougar! Anyway... sorry, it'll be a long one, since the creature has to be introduced and all ]] Yalen had been unconscious for days now. The effects of the pumaconcolorisdyslateralisfacioreconstructionalism had worsened, and the man's face had narrowed further, making the quack doctor's feat of shoving the durian down his throat all the more impressive. In order for the reconstruction of his facial structure to occur, the causative agent had neutralised all pain receptors in his head, so that he was spared the normal agony that a human would have gone through if a spiny, misshapen bowling ball had been forced down your oesophagus. Had the good doctor been aware of what was happening, he would have begun sharpening his scalpels in earnest, to make sure they were ready to carve up the lunatic who had done the deed. However, Yalen was still off in fairyland, and was still chasing the elusive Golden Stethoscope in his mind, as he dodged the flying syringes that were trying to inject him with an unhealthy dose of anaesthetics. - On the boat, unbeknownst to all of the crew, there was a stowaway. A feline had crept aboard, drawn by the faint stench of the food he knew and loved: durian. Having escaped his captors a while back, the young cooooougar had leapt aboard the ship, more intent on finding this delicious durian that his nose had locked onto than he was on escaping his assailants. Luckily for the creature, climbing aboard the ship proved to be a win-win situation. Almost immediately, the boat had left the docks, and no pursuing hunters could follow their rare catch. As the cooooougar continued to search for the durian, he forced, with a substantial degree of difficulty, his oversized head into a small opening. The effort had been in vain, however, as there was no durian to be found, despite the smell being quite strong. Then, disaster struck as he tried to pull his head back out. Despite the twelve-inch hole being able to accomodate his four-foot head on the way in, he just could not get it back out again! The poor creature tried and tried, hissing at the wooden frame that trapped his head, but it refused to budge. For days on end, the animal was stuck there. He was lucky to remain undiscovered, but as it happened, the hole he had been exploring had a few large barrels in front of it, that had conveniently concealed his exposed body. After days of endless fighting, the cooooougar had finally broken free. His poor neck was incredibly sore, but at least he was free once more. The smell of the durian had not dulled over these past few days. If anything, it had gotten stronger, having been kept in the muggy heat. Perfect. The more pungent the odour, the easier it was to track down. The animal set off after the scented trail once more, and this time, followed it (accurately) to a slightly open window. Pulling himself up onto the windowsill, he looked on with anticipation, and saw a bizarre sight. There was a strange man, laid out on a couch, with dubious stains all over what must have once been a spotlessly white lab coat. Another man, rather unremarkable if not for the funny haircut. And then another... wait. The cooooougar had no idea how to describe the last... thing that inhabited the room. Clearly not human, but then, not exactly anything else that the feline had encountered during his life on Longring LonglLand Island. Anyone looking at the window at this point would have seen a rather bizarre sight. A coooooougar, its wide face plastered against the glass, with its jaw dropped wide open, while its two paws rested on the glass as well, on either side of its face. He simply had no idea what to think. However, he was spared the dilemma when the blue thing brought out a large durian. The cooooougar's mouth began to water immediately, and he watched in earnest as the abomination took the beautiful fruit and shoved it in the mouth of the man on the couch, who, in retrospect, didn't look that normal either. Something about his face being an inch wide. Regardless, the important point to note was that the cooooougar had finally located the durian! He pushed himself back from the window, taking a few steps back, and then rushed at the window, leaping through the air and crashing through the glass with a spectacular leap and an almighty "Puuuuurrr!!!". Unfortunately, he still hadn't quite worked out the finer points of that whole 'roaring' thing. The cooooougar landed next to the couch, ignoring the other man and his blue monster pet, and jumped again onto the man on the couch, putting his lips over the man's and sticking his tongue inside to try and find the durian. He wanted that durian dammit! |
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| • Kopawapatezi | Sep 20 2009, 10:28 AM Post #13 |
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Simian snickered at Kuma’s reaction to his method of curing, “It’s called treatment, Mr. Adams!” Simian replied, getting the codenames confused already. Simian gave lump in Yalen’s throat a big firm smack, before he turned to Kuma with a wide grin. He snickered, “I‘d be willing to do the same for you any day.” Simian added, with a wide yellow grin. He stood up and put a hand of a long arm on Kuma’s shoulder “I love you. You spineless worm of a bastard child!” He told the gray haired teenager. Though it didn‘t sound like it, that was as close as Kuma was going to get to a complement from Simian. He soon made the gesture for Kuma to hurry, “Now. Go set up the fishing line, we need to get-” He was about to command before he was cut off by the mighty purring beast. The beast passed with it‘s leap and right away it went to digging the durian from Yalen‘s throat. Simian‘s eyes popped out of his head and his tongue shot out and flickered around in the wind as he saw this coooooougar and all it‘s glory. He turned away with his face returning to normal, “Oh dammit! It’s a hooooorse. Dammit! We’ve failed! Smekekekekekeke!” He shouted in dismay. To ad to the drama he fell to his knees and looked up the heavens, much like Kuma had done before. He let of a wail, “Those long fools, they sent us the wrong animal!” He shouted as he took off his peculiarly made lab coat, making his belt fall to the ground and only leaving his black turtle neck sweater on his person. He bent himself forward and covered his mouth with his hand to hold back the laughs, “Smehehehehe….” He snickered as he thought of what he thought was a failure. His eyes shifted over to Kuma, “But damn. I’m a good fisherman. I caught the catch before the fishing line was even set up.” He laughed, mocking Kuma. (Hell yeah, a face fault.) |
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Simian Atropos • Surgeon/Captain • Mad Scientist/Mad Mechanist • Wyatt Averell • Captain • Navigator/Martial Artist • Ugly Coyotes • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 19 • Beli: 6,500,000 • Location: Hitsuji Archipelago Procne Gavial • Lieutenant • Soldier/Weapon Specialist • Division 19, Karkade Corps • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 44 • Beli: 1,300,000 • Location: Briss Kingdom | |
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| • PapaKuma | Sep 20 2009, 12:10 PM Post #14 |
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"I thought I was Samuel Jackson..." Kuma muttered slowly, trying to remember if he were Adams or Jackson. Kuma was offset by Simian's obvious gay approach to him, but Kuma would have to decline. "That's good for you Simian." Kuma said, awkwardly backing up. "Ugh, you have to prepare it in a special way!!! You're mocking my cooking skills!" he shouted out in anger, smacking Simian. Kuma had stared in horror as he watched the animal begin to french kiss Yalen, whatever a french was. He then heard the word hoooorse, and his eyes filled with confusion. "But... I thought you ordered a woooolf?" he cried out, confused by Simian. He decided it was best to just sit down, and not pay attention anymore. Simian was a doctor, for the least part. "But we aren't using him as fish bait!" he shouted out, taking a seat at the dining table in the kitchen. Edited by PapaKuma, Sep 20 2009, 10:37 PM.
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Adrian Vigdor • Lieutenant • No Official One • SD: 0/10 • Beli: 500,000/500,000 • L: North Blue Kuma Hinotama • Captain/Chef • Star Storm Pirates • Bounty: 4,500,000 • SD: 0/54 • Beli: 5,100,000 • L: East Blue Gabriel • None • Priest • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • L: Somewhere in the North. The first sig I ever made, no dissing Dx | |
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| + thingymabob | Sep 23 2009, 05:00 AM Post #15 |
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It was a little known fact that cooooougars actually had startlingly powerful lungs. It wasn't a common test that scientists performed on the creatures, after all. As the cat clamped his lips over Yalen's firmly, allowing free passage of his saliva into the mouth of the man, he began sucking with all his might, the tight sealing of the lips turning the communicating oral cavities into a massive vacuum. A vacuum so powerful that even the large, spiny object jammed down Yalen's throat started to budge. The cooooougar's saliva also helped to lubricate its path, making the upward journey slightly more comfortable than the downward one. That wasn't all that was happening, however. At a microscopic level, the salivary excretions of the cooooougar were seeping into Yalen's body, and the nasty bacteria responsible for the pumaconcolorisdyslateralisfacioreconstructionalism were being blown to smithereens by the specific bacteriocidal properties of the cooooougar. Slowly but surely, the dastardly effects of the disease regressed, and Yalen's head began to take on a normal shape again. However, the operation had quite reached its conclusion. The large durian was still on its way up, and as the doctor started to regain consciousness, he became acutely aware of the sharp pain in his throat as something that was not meant to fit in the hole was being forced up. Yalen's chest heaved as he coughed forcefully, trying to bring the durian up. It was like some sort of sick symphony, with Yalen coughing, whilst the cooooougar sucked, working together to bring the durian up, all the while locking lips tighter than a high school couple making out on the train. It was a disturbing sight, although to some it might have been strangely satisfying. Finally, the joint efforts of the two were rewarded, as there was a loud pop and a giant ball of spikes exploded out from Yalen's mouth, blowing the cooooougar back, and onto the floor, whilst the durian went flying at Kuma. Yalen sat up, still mildly disorientated, but there was something he had to take care of first before anything else. Pulling his lab coat open, and for a moment revealing his frightening array of syringes, he pulled out a sterile needle, and with a skilful movement, had used it to obtain a sample from his mouth. Whatever that weird disease he had come down with was, he wanted a sample of it. Its effects had been interesting, and if he could culture the causative agent, it would prove to be a useful battle tool. Looking around, the doctor adjusted his glasses before looking at the scene around him. What on earth was going on? The two he had seen before were here, although the oddity they had been with back on the island seemed to be absent. He had been replaced, however, by a strange looking creature, some sort of cat, a puma concoloris if his zoological knowledge was intact, although it had a ridiculously disproportionate head. - The cooooougar fell backwards, surprised. That had been unexpected. However, he was quick to recover, as he saw his precious durian flying over him as he lay on his back, paws flailing in the air. With another powerful purr, the cat righted himself, and charged after the airborne durian. Never mind that there was a funny man in the way. He was ready to plough him down if necessary, and claw his eyes out if he dared to take his stinky prize. |
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Yalen Suffox • Doctor • Doctor/Scientist • No crew • Bounty: 4,000,000 • SD Earned: 25 • Beli: 4,187,500 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue. Hirkane Gearmann • Captain • Carpenter • Deuce Pirates • Bounty: 3,000,000 • SD Earned: 35 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Out at Sea, East Blue. Stande Ardgriffe • Lieutenant Commander • Marksman • No crew • Commendations: 11 • SD Earned: 76 • Beli: 18,000,000 • Location: Illusia, West Blue. | |
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