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| Wincent | Dec 26 2009, 12:08 AM Post #31 | |||||||
One Of Us
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Ho ho ho? What the hell is this?! Rin practically slammed the door open, stepping outside the cold snow into one of the strangest room she'd ever seen. The first thing that jumped into view was a gigantic tree, so big that she had to bent backwards Hancock style before she could see the top, "Whoaaaaa... Awesome!" Rin exclaimed, her blue eyes shining in awe. The tree was decorated with candle lamps and shiny orbs of green and red, giving a slight hue of color in the lights that passed through them. From what she could gather, she's in some sort of celebration for a holiday, Christmas was it? Strangely, her negative feelings were somehow chipped away bit and bit before the aura of the room, and she found herself feeling more relaxed and content each second. Is this... What they call holiday spirit? The young girl wouldn't know, as she had never experienced such a thing before. Although Razune was considerably shorter than the red-haired teenager, she was able to see the upper end of the tree even from behind her. "Wow!" Razune exclaimed, so awed that she almost neglected to shut the door behind her. However, a frantic scrambling sound from outside drew the child's attention, and she whirled around just in time to slam the heavy door shut before Kilika could make it inside. In fact, his long nose was caught between the two doors, and Razune pushed against the door with all her puny might as the fishman struggled to get in. "Go away, Aquaman! The sign said no animals allowed!" After she forced Kilika's nose back outside, Razune turned and hurried to catch up with Rin, her usual orange magical outfit swishing at her sides as she ran. She bumped into quite a few people and spilled quite a few drinks in her haste, but who could begrudge such an adorable child? In no time at all Razune was able to reach Rin. "Isn't it just so amazing, Rin?" As Rin circled the big tree, slowly taking everything in and engraving it into her memory, the young girl did not bother to observe her surroundings. Thus, it wasn't a surprise when she bumped into a figure so hard that the person dropped the cookie he was holding. "Ow!" Rin whipped her head up, ready to give whoever she bumped into a piece of her mind despite her holiday spirit. The man however, made the first move and apologized at Rin. Observing the person in front of her, she notes his large body and short height. The man was wearing ragged green trousers that were torn in several place, and a red sash to tie them in place. Bandages were wrapped around his otherwise naked torso and a red cape were tied around his shoulders, as out of place as anything. Suddenly, Rin heard a disembodied voice, different than the first one, announcing "Guest appearance by Vincent Aquilas everybody! Let's hear it for the Bounty Hunter turned Pirate!" Scoffing, Rin mouthed "Whatever..." And walked away. Rin heard her name spoken behind her, a voice she knows all to well, and remarked, "Hey! Remember what I told you... You have to call me leader!" Whipping around around towards the younger girl, she put on a stern look as if making sure that she understood the important point. The young woman did not waste a lot of time however. Since she had first walked in, a scent -- Or more specifically, myriads of them-- has been tickling at her nose and stomach. She quickly skirted to one of the silver carts and started to stuff her mouth with whatever she could get her hands on, accidentally putting a napkin in her mouth, which were surprisingly delicious. With her mouth full, she turned back to the orange haired girl and shouted, "Hey! Jer ish food here!" And resumed her attack. "Not even I do so much filler."Razune commented to herself, as she encroached upon "Leader" from behind. However, she took care to keep her distance from the red-clad girl, as if she feared being sucked into the human vortex if she ventured too close. It looked like most of the other people present had the same idea. Ever the polite, docile, respectful, mature, shy little girl, Razune decided to wait quietly as her chaperone finished eating so they could go find their presents. Then she started tapping her foot against the ground. Her eyes gravitating towards the great tree and, more importantly, the dozens upon dozens of presents underneath it, Razune started to drool. She also happened to spot Mystery Lady X; not finding her the least bit out of place in this setting, Razune waved. And with that she decided she had been polite enough. Grabbing the back of Rin's shirt, Razune started to drag her towards the tree - clearly Leader was forgetting her priorities. "Come on, R-...eader, let's go find our presents!" "Sho... many gooch foods..." Rin muttered as she devoured cookies and other sweets one after another. Is this heaven? It must be heaven! Rin has never been a spiritual girl before, but at that moment, she discovered religion. Of course, she wasn't the only one enjoying the divine snacks, others around her extended their hands to the plates, only to be slapped away by the young girl. There were a lot of hands however, and Rin's were to busy grabbing every piece of sweets in her sight, so soon she was overwhelmed, unable to defend her fort. That was when it happened, divine providence. The ginger scent was so strong, that Rin felt a tickle on her nose. Instead of trying to stifle it, Rin moved her face close to the plates and sneezed as hard as she could, "Achooo!!" Spreading her germs and snot everywhere. That did it, nobody else wanted to touch the plates after that. The young girl smirked in victory, "Hihihihihi..." and was just about to enjoy her spoils when she felt a tug on her crimson dress, and was pulled away from her Kingdom of the Many Delicious Things. Rin extended her arms at her loyal subjects and exclaimed dramatically in a heart breaking plea, "Noooooooo! My Kingdom!" Rin broke free of the grip and whipped around ready to give two hundred reasons why presents are in no way more important than her Kingdom and loyal subjects, when her eyes fell into one wrapped present, sitting under the large canopy of the green tree. She saw her name tag on the pretty wrappings, but that wasn't why she stopped dead in her tracks. Rin felt a kind of longing towards the object, whatever it was, and she knew that to have it is the most natural thing for her. In reverence, she approached the present, chanting in her mind, I hope it's 10 years supply of beef jerky... I hope it's 10 years supply of beef jerky... As if saying it enough in her head would make it true. Her hands trembling, Rin prayed to the God she had just discovered a few minutes ago, and unwrapped her destined present. As FakeRin opened the box, she saw before he everything she had dreamed of and more. Looking much bigger on the inside than it had from the outside, the box was filled with every manner of delicious thing, sweet and savory. There was cake, wrapped in some clear material, laden with preservatives, tasty beyond imagination. Cookies, freshly baked, steaming their goodness for all her nose to know. Fried chicken, a whole bucket; every side in existance in small containers beside. Coutnless other fabulous foods crammed the box. And there, burried beneath the lot, a 60 pound cryosealed package of teriyaki beef jerky. So distracted was DefinatelynotherealRin with her food that she barely noticed the delicate, red laced circular cloth that lined the inside of the box. It was not cloth at all, in fact, but a chainweave of carbonate steal so fine that it felt as if it were cloth. [OOC= NottherealRin somehow had enough food in that box to last her ages. For the next 10 SLs, her stamina will always be at +2 as she feasts merily upon the cornucopia of treats she had been awarded. On top of that, the steelweave cloth she received fits perfectly over her umbrella, so well designed and capable of distributing impact that she may now deflect bullets with her umbrella with no fear of breaking of the underlaying mechanisms.] A lone tear leaked from the corner of Razune's left eye as she watched Leader slip into some kind of trance as she unwrapped her present. The little girl's head bobbed up and down, nodding in satisfied pride, to watch the older girl acting as a child should. Distracted, she was barely aware when her body reached out and grabbed a cupcake that Leader had sneezed on, and she didn't realize this until she took a bite out of it. Instantly disgusted, she reflexively spat it out onto Vincent Aquilas's face, who proceeded to spontaneously combust before stumbling outside.Then Razune crammed the rest of the cupcake into her pocket to give to Kilika later. Unable to wait longer, she hastened over to her own present from Santa, and hastily tore through the ornate wrapping paper and ribbons, destroying what must have taken a quarter of an hour's meticulous care in half a second. Inside the carefully wrapped package was nothing but a handful of seeds. It was so perplexing; why had Sandy Claws cheated her so? Why had she gotten some lame seeds when everyone else had gotten wonderful presents? Razune tossed the lot to the side, disgusted with the holiday and all it stood for. Then, a miraculous thing happened. The seeds immediately began to take root, breaking through the floor to the soil below. Razune could only turn and stare in bewilderment as a tiny tree grew before her very eyes; on it's frail, small limbs were countless tiny pears. By the second the pears grew larger, the limbs soon bearing nearly a dozen full sized pears. The citrus girl could not help but pick and bite into one; it was juicy, ripe, and perfectly sweet. And in her hand, when the fruit was gone, lay a single seed. [OOC= She has received 1 dozen seeds for the legendary Daipea, or Great Pear. The seeds will sprout a plant within minute of touching soil, burrowing through several inches of obstacles to reach it. Once they do, a tree begins to grow. Within 5 minutes the tree bears ripe fruit. The fruit is delicious and energizing, and always has a fully active Daipea seed inside of it; one dozen seeds yield one dozen seeding fruits. If the tree is left to grow for an entire day, the fruit eventually grow up to 8 feet long, 5 in width. At this point they detach from the vine and slowly begin to over-ripen. The flesh from this fruit is superbly tasty, beyond even the delicious flavor of the ripened smaller fruit. Additionally, this fruit is boyant; each large pear may be split into a two single-man crafts, each capable of keeping a man afloat on the ocean for days. These large pears bear two seeds each, which must be carefully extracted when coring to preserve.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 11:00 AM.
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Zarif Sovalie • Cat • Entertainer/Weapon Specialist • Cool Crew • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 55 • Beli: 8,050,000 • L: Somewhere Awesome[/center] Strength: 36 | Speed: 25 | Stamina: 15 | Accuracy: 17 | Fortune:21 | ||||||||
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| Old Kopa | Dec 26 2009, 12:25 AM Post #32 | |||||||
Derp I 4got PW guiz
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The joy and love of Christmas was in the air, and all was peaceful; this was the case with most individuals, but not with Procne Gavial. She had her usual expression of anger, with the various veins and blood vessels in her forehead, throbbing alongside the laughter and joy of everyone else. The truth has nothing to do with the joy of others; so much as it had to do with the fact that she was forced to head over to the great tree, forhealth reasons. She was offered food, drinks, and various good, and she only denied, only getting increasingly angrier with every passing moment, to the point that she just ripped away a warm up of cocoa so these people and their joy would just leave her alone, drinking the damn chocolate with a look of death in her eyes. She hadn’t gotten over the fact that she was forced to attend, and she was musing on it, which was a big mistake. She growled her low buzz saw growl, “I’m not a DANGER to myself… I wasn’t a danger to that one new recruit! He was a danger to himself, getting in the way of m-“ She was cut off by someone overjoyed by a gift they had revived; with that, she saw red, how dare someone gleefully shout as they unraveled a free piece of crap. She shook her fist and roared, “Shut up, you can get one of those for less than a 100 Beli!” At the top of her lungs at the poor innocent bystander, not feeling the slightest bit embarrassed by the glares that would follow, she simply walked off. Like many others there was a gift under the tree, with her name on the tag which hung off it. A nice red box with a nice frilly ribbon, while it would have brought a smile to the face of a normal human being, it brought Procne’s blood pressure up. Did this higher power really think that she was so broke and pathetic that she wasn’t able to buy her own junk? She growled once more as she kicked the box, by a stroke of luck she didn’t damage it, she only caught the lid and ended up opening the gift. What Procne failed to notice, in her fury, were the conspicuous air holes set into the lid of the box, although she had to wonder why her present was so much larger than the boxes around it; actually, a quick glance confirmed that the box was larger than most of the presents scattered around the tree. Did Procne deserve a bigger gift than all the other boys and girls? Had she been that much less naughty than her? As if; the little tremblings in the box, coupled with the less-obvious squealing sound that emanated from the opened box suggested that the abnormal box size was out of necessity for the living creature within. Something inside the box seemed to panic at Procne’s violent act, crashing against one of the walls before tipping the box over entirely. A small animal, about the size of a large dog, white-haired and very disorientated, stumbled out. It appeared to be a young foal, at first, but upon further inspection Procne noticed the little stub of a horn on its head, branding the creature as a unicorn. No, wait, there were two more budding horns to the sides of the most prominent one, meaning the little thing was in fact a tetracorn. He nuzzled his head against Procne’s leg. [OOC: The tetracorn is born small, but matures extremely quickly, so you’ll have a stallion-sized mount ready to go by the time you start your next SL. It’s only differences with normal horses are the horns atop its head, and everything else is the same. The pet will have 24 base stats and scale at half your earned SD, as if you had the corresponding trait. My advised name is Huffington.] Edited by Titan, Jan 9 2010, 12:20 PM.
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Delgado Brundlefly • "Chef" • Scientist/Chef • Iron Rose • Bounty: 16,000,000 • SD Earned: 158 • Beli: 41,654,166 • Location: Blue Brick Island Cosmo S. Periwinkle • Nurse • Martial Artist/Doctor • Cobalt Brave • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 18 • Beli: 6,500,000 • L: Garland Island, North Blue. Mattei of White Bay • Crew Position • Profession Name • [url=insert pirate crew link here]Pirate Crew[/url] • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 21 • Beli: 2,280,000 • Location: The Hood, North Blue Icarus Moccasin • Crew Position • Shipwright/Artist • [url=insert crew URL here]Crew (if applicable)[/url] • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 4 • Beli: 1,450,000 • L: The location your character is at – At least mention which Blue. | ||||||||
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| Hideo | Dec 26 2009, 12:59 AM Post #33 | |||||||
Now a banana man
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Charlotte entered the room and stared wide eyed at the enormous tree at the center of the foyer. It was simply amazing that a single holiday could bring so many people together like this. As she looked around she could people ranging from marines to wanted pirates and bounty hunters. Today wasn't a day for useless fighting and quarreling but a time everyone could come together. She was also surprised to see Procne, her commander and all around angry person here as well. She wasn't at all surprised to see the red haired woman growing angry and yelling at people. She couldn't help but giggle a bit at this. She hid her smiles though, she didn't like when Procne yelled at her and definitely didn't want to hear it on today of all days. Looking at the pirates around her enjoying in the festivities as well. Although one strange creature came in and began to ruin the day he was soon chased out. The rest of the pirates however seemed to be enjoying the place just as much as any other marine or bounty hunter in the room. Perhaps they couldn't all be bad, especially if everyone could enjoy this holiday in the same way. She felt no need at all to even make an attempt at arresting them tonight. Walking over to the orphan who had just been kicked down by the stranger creature from earlier she helped him to his feet and dusted off. He gave her a brief thank you and went on his merry way. He had not lost his spirits in the least. Looking over to the tree now she could see a gift underneath with her name on it and wrapped in a shining purple wrapping paper. She approached it slowly and picked it up, curious of what could be inside. [Last minute post!!! >:] ] The box was heavier than it looked, and Charlotte saw why as soon as she lifted the lid; nestled carefully atop wads of tissue paper was a small figurine, crafted of pure gold. The figure was roughly six by three inches, and judging by its weight it had to be worth a fortune; with so many pirates and unsavory individuals in the room, Charlotte felt compelled to cover up her treasure, for fear of the glint of the gold catching someone's eye. Taking a closer look, Charlotte realized the person portrayed was in fact, herself. A model of herself, made of gold? Who would carve such a thing? Why? How? Was it someone she knew? CHarlotte scanned the box for a name, but found nothing. Only much later would she discover the tiny words To Our Goddess engraved on the base of the figure. [OOC: You get this gold statue, worth 10m beli if you sell it. The statue is from a small occult group of people who believe Charlotte is their goddess. THey live in a little monastery somewhere in the world; you can decide where it is, and have Charlotte run into her followers sometime. Alternatively, you may use them for one deus ex, in which they appear to assist Charlotte in some way when she is in trouble, although they are not fighters. Charlotte has about twenty followers.] Edited by Titan, Jan 9 2010, 07:50 PM.
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| Wincent | Dec 26 2009, 01:00 AM Post #34 | |||||||
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One Of Us
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Kelsier gathered his dark leather coat tighter around him as he attempted to keep his body warm amidst the snow raging all around him. Eager for some shelter from the cold, Kelsier opened the door, stepped in and quickly slammed it behind his back, lest the snow and chill seeps inside the room. The sudden change of temperature felt really good on the 34 years old man, and a faint smile appeared on his face. However, his smile was quickly replaced by a look of awe as he beheld what lies in front of him. A beautiful green tree, gigantic in size and decorated with flickering candles and glossy orbs of red and green. The whole display was majestic, and it made Kelsier wonder at his place in this world. One tiny speck, unnoticeable and unmistakable from the billions of other tiny specks wandering through this world. What can one tiny speck like me do? Can I really influence change to happen? Can I really redeem myself? A gloomy thought rose in his head. It did not stay long however, as the aura of the situation and place did not let for gloomy thoughts. Kelsier started to walk around, looking at the different people from all races and cultures. The sight was a wonder. It was as if all the world's most distinguishable individuals were gathered in one place. To his delight he saw individuals wearing a Marine jacket, but did not extend his greetings. Kelsier's old habit of remaining inconspicuous still affected him much. Skirting between two Fishmen, Kelsier came upon a silver cart with snacks and refreshments on it's clear surface. A cookie shaped like a man intrigued him, so he grabbed it and took a small bite. "Pthooey!" Kelsier reflexively spit the cookie out. Ginger! He hates ginger. The man eagerly grabbed a cup of tea and poured it down his throat, in hopes of erasing the strong taste from his tongue. With the cup in his mouth, his eyes caught on something a couple of feet in front of him. It was a wrapped present, and on it was a white tag with his name on it. Intrigued, Kelsier inched closer to it. A present for me? Why would someone give a present to someone as worthless as myself? Since his birth Kelsier had done few good deeds, something like a present was the last thing he would expect to get. Nevertheless, the 34 years old man felt drawn towards the present, and he could not tear himself away from it. Finally, not able to delay his curiosity anymore, Kelsier unwrapped the present. Inside the box is purple handkerchief with a golden rim, light and sturdy. [ooc: The magic handkerchief - by wrapping it over any object and counting "1, 2, 3" The object will disappear, and will only reappear by saying "Voila!" This will only work given that the object is small enough for the handkerchief to wrap around it completely.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 02:10 PM.
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Zarif Sovalie • Cat • Entertainer/Weapon Specialist • Cool Crew • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 55 • Beli: 8,050,000 • L: Somewhere Awesome[/center] Strength: 36 | Speed: 25 | Stamina: 15 | Accuracy: 17 | Fortune:21 | ||||||||
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| MaxKodan | Dec 26 2009, 01:12 AM Post #35 | |||||||
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Katerina raised her glass and gave a hearty cheer, which was interrupted by a brief hiccup. “O…Oops…” She turned to someone nearby and whispered rather loudly. “Was that too loud?” Too much eggnog. She set down the empty glass and waltzed up to someone she probably didn’t know and gave them a really, really big hug. “Merry Christmas you crazy……crazy! *Hic* …I like your hair. Is that shade of green common?” She didn’t even wait for an answer before dancing away, swiping a cookie from a nearby serving plate, and taking a bite from it. As she leaned heavily on a wall, she took in a deep breath as if to make a loud exclamation to the whole room. Before she could, however, someone shoved a wrapped up box into her arms, as if to silence her. “Whassis?” She blinked and looked around for whoever had slipped her the gift. Unable to find the gift giver, she turned back to the box. “Aah…ok then.” She prodded the ribbon on the box a few times, giggling as it sprang back into place. For some reason, despite her inebriated state, she was picturing the physics of the elasticity of the material as it sprang back into place. She also realized that the next morning she’d have a really, really big headache. Well, maybe whatever she got would take her mind off of it. She looked around the room for a moment before sheepishly tugging the ribbon off. With a clumsy rip and a wince, she unwrapped her gift. A small shadow zoomed out the box and raced around the room before returning to the box in front of Katerina again. It's a small sparrow with a golden beak, feathers in different tones of red and a pale yellow stomach. The bird hopped around, looking curiously at her new master curiously. [ooc: this bird, unlike other animal companions, does not start with have any stats nor will it ever have any. It's just your regular red sparrow. However it has one special ability and that is he is able to tell when someone is lying. It will continue to chip unless told to stop when he hears a lie. And yes it's a he. You can name him.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 02:23 PM.
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Lucky D. Lux • Lieutenant • Martial Artist / Carpenter • Marine Crew TBD • Commendations: 15 • SD Earned: 105 • Beli: 26,750,000 • Location: In Transit Inactive Scooped characters
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| ♠ The Unspeakable | Dec 26 2009, 01:15 AM Post #36 | |||||||
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The sound of hundreds of voices chattering merrily, the smell of freshly-baked cookies, the breath-taking yule-tide ambience...the entire room was alive with holiday cheer. There was a sort of magic in the air that could warm the coldest of hearts, light up the darkest souls. Unfortunately, Kurtz' heart was not the coldest, nor his soul the darkest. All the same, he couldn't help but enjoy the bizarrely festive extra-dimensional party. He helped himself to a warm, soft gingerbread man sprinkled with clove-flavored sugar crystals and washed it down with spiked butterschnapps cocoa. Sitting on one side of a loveseat, watching friends and enemies from all walks of life mingling merrily, he felt content. Kurtz felt his cushion bend into the center of the small couch as Ferriya jumped onto the loveseat next to him. She was dressed in a very revealing green Santa's Helper outfit, the hat resting on her head between her feline ears. In her hands was a gift; it was wrapped in aqua blue paper and gold ribbon, a bright purple bow on top. A small silver tag hung from the side, his name printed on it in green ink; below it, in red, were the words "From: Santa". "Merry Chrishtmash Kurtsh-kun," she said, her voice cheery, her mild slur betraying her numerous trips to the eggnog cart. There was a blush across her cheeks and her eye was wide as she stared at him expectantly. "I found it under the tree, nyara!" Kurtz' grin broadened into a smile and he nodded at her, closing his eyes as he did so. Opening them and focusing on the present, Kurtz carefully and slowly unwrapped the present, careful not to tear the ribbon. As an afterthought, he pulled the purple bow off the gift and stuck it to her forehead. Ferriya laughed and collapsed across the chair, her head resting on Kurtz' shoulder, eye following the doctor's hands as he finished unwrapping his present. Inside the box is a white mask carefully folded. A few inkblots can be seen from moving around on the mask. [ooc: Rorschach's mask basically - a mask that displays a constantly morphing inkblot that is based on the ambiguous designs used in Rorschach inkblot tests. Also capable of being used as a gas mask. You'll find a way to use this with your DF.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 02:31 PM.
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| Nary | Dec 26 2009, 07:20 AM Post #37 | |||||||
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A single stick of candle slowly drizzled down on an empty cup, its orange hue lit across the wooden room Fran was currently in. The room was small with a single window on the opposite side of an old scruffy bed. On the floor laid an empty can of tuna, a few loaves of half eaten bread and a couple of mechanical magazine. Fran sat on his bed and leaned on a make-shift table from a piece of ply wood and a pair of wooden crates. The young man toyed around with a gear whilst he read a book about coo-coo clocks. He lazily flipped the pages and tried to find a part about installing the bird. After a while he would mark the pages he needed and tinker with the clock. Earlier, while Fran was up to his usual business looking around to ‘show off’ his skills, he stumbled upon the local inn keeper and her broken coo-coo clock. The clock was roughly three feet tall and was made out of polished wood and silver. It had intricate carvings on it and would seem to be of antique quality. It seemed that some kids were playing around the inn’s lounge and accidentally broke the clock. Fran of course offered to fix the clock since he said that he was good at mechanical stuff. But the truth was, he didn’t know the first thing about coo-coo clocks. Hence, he immediately borrowed a few books about the subject in a local library. A small sigh escaped his pale dried lips. Fran stood up and reached for his striped shoulder bag, he nonchalantly took out a stick of instant coffee. As he poured hot water from a stainless thermos provided by the inn he slowly walked toward the window. Fran peered through the cold translucent glass and rubbed the window with his free hand. The streets were glistened with Christmas lights, snow steadily came down through the winter breeze. Fran took a sip from his red and green polka-dotted cup and smiled. Then, a gentle knock unexpectedly came from the door. “Who could it be at this time of the night?” Cautiously, Fran approached the door. It couldn’t have been bounty hunters nor marines since he still hadn’t done anything to get that much attention. And surely enough, it couldn’t be Santa Clause who’d come to give Fran his Christmas present, or could it? Fran immediately tossed aside his later idea and opened the door, only to find an empty poorly lit hallway. He looked left and right up and down to check if anyone played a prank on him. When he looked at his door he saw a map on it, Fran grabbed the map and quickly left the moment he saw the word treasure on the piece of paper. The map led Fran to a large mansion in the center of town; it looked mighty impressive for a meagre pirate like Fran. The gates were half open as if it wanted him to enter. Reluctantly he stepped forward and made his way inside. Once he was inside his jaw dropped, it was like a mini wonderland inside a mansion, children ran around with their toys, adults sat comfortably and happily chatted about. Two maids came along and offered to take Fran’s coat and bag while they escorted him to his own comfy chair. As he was served a cup of warm coco, Fran learned that every year the mayor of the island brings everyone to his home and celebrates Christmas, be it with stangers or friends. Fran quietly sat on his chair, all the while whilst he thought. ‘What a strange way to celebrate Christmas, I always thought it was better to spend it with family and friends.’ Not too long after the first two maids have left a third approached Fran holding a silver plate. On top of the plate is a stack of golden coupons. The maid humbly bows in front of Fran and chants "Merry Christmas." [ooc: for your next 5 SLs you can conjure up a luxury mansion, where you can invite your friends and live like a king. Food, housing, clothing, with maids, etc; everything will be the best of the best." Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 02:43 PM.
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55 Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51 Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33 | ||||||||
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| geomease | Dec 26 2009, 07:48 AM Post #38 | |||||||
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Millie leaned again the wall decked out in her corney christmas sweater she made for the ugly christmas sweater contest. It almost look like a christmas tree threw up on her, but she thought it was festive enough. Taking a sip from the cranberry punch she scanned the room for familiar faces. She recognized a lot of Marines pirates and bounty hunters. Seeing them all together in the same area without fighting was unusual but it was the season for giving after all. Millie looked under the big tree to see a large number of presents. She got a bit giddy hoping that here was one for her. "Oh it would be ever so wonderful if there was one for me." She thought to herself as she cre[t over towards the tree. Quickly scanning over the presents she spotted one with her name on it and picked it up. She shook it a few times to try and guess what was inside. Throwing caution to the wind she unwrapped the gift so she could find out whats inside. "Just what I wanted," she remarked. "A pile of generic materials which can be used post-scoop for the person who's replacing me to make a weapon out of! Yay!" [OOC= A bunch of crap to make a wazamono.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Jan 9 2010, 07:43 AM.
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| Soul | Dec 26 2009, 09:27 AM Post #39 | |||||||
Yer... Im a Bear.
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 Yer i know im late but i dident read it properly before i started writeing. So i posted it anyway so it wasent a compleate waste of my time. Sorry about that. “Get offa’ me ya crazy Broad!” Soul lashed out at the woman holding a ribbon and wrapping paper. “Do I look like a present to ya!!?”. The woman stared at him with a expression of shock and amazement in her eyes. Soul had been wrapped up as a gift two nights before, as he lay sleeping off an eggnog hangover. Tied up like a forgotten, well… Christmas present he had been forced to wait for the paper to be unwrapped before he had been able to get loose. He pointed his cylinder arm at her and launched a flurry of curses and unprintable swearwords at his new owner. “…and if I ever see ya again I’m gonna shove this candy cane right up ya arse an then….” (Sorry, still unprintable.) The resurrected toy brandished the candy cane in suggestive ways. The woman and her husband shrank back under the 50cm tall gangsters fury, nodding furiously in agreement. And with that the toy adjusted the Santa cap covering most of his head, tightened the scarf at his neck and walked off. “By the way Merry Christmas.” “Fane damned Christmas, people tryin’ ta wrap me up fa no good reason.” Soul trudged through the snow that would have been over his head, had he not been light enough to walk on top of it. His grumbling attracted more attention than usual as he walked. “An wat’s with wrappin’ toys up anyways. Dat’s discrimination right there dat is. Id like at see if dat woman would like it if I were ta wrap her up!!” Needless to say this was not the ex-gangsters favourite time of year. He reached the great room where the previous days party had been held and shook his head. His Boss and Caliber lay on the floor with a dozen others, sleeping off hangovers and sugar rushes. The bear picked between the rubble, discarded food, bodies and the mountain of wrapping paper until he reached the base of the tree. There were only a few present left now, right at the bottom, a little bit worse for wear. Soul smiled as he saw one wedged under a marine holding a chain. “Happy Christmas fa yesterday” he muttered to himself and ripped at the wrapping paper with fingerless arms. He gingerly opened the box, and looked in his buttons flashed with suspicion. “Actually dats kinda cool…” Soul grinned happily, his previous bad mood completely forgotten. Much to his surprise and annoyance, the present was a teddy bear that looks exactly like Soul. Beside the teddy bear was a remote control and a small note saying "Have fun!" [ooc: the other teddy bear can be used as your clone and can be controlled with the remote control given, but only simple movements are possible. By speaking through the mic on the remote you can also make the clone bear 'talk'. It runs on candy, needs to be fed often. Repairs and upgrades are possible but expensive.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 03:01 PM.
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| Sprite_Knight | Dec 27 2009, 07:24 PM Post #40 | |||||||
Bootiful~
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"...Ow." The rather nasal sounding sound of pain came from behind the door, recently shut by Razune the Traveler. Kilika the Fishfail came a piteous [and still nasal] piteous groan as he attempted to extricate his nose from in-between the planks where door met wall. With some help from Razune who was inside the party house, he managed to free his blade nose from the vicious clutches of the door-meets-wall junction...of terror. Indeed, there was a 'No Animals' sign on the front door, but Kilika found it disturbing that instead of a general animals picture with a red circle and slash through it, there was instead a blue silhouette of some large figure with an unusually long and sharp nose. "I like blue..." Yearning to be inside the house where the warm glow of the hearths and Christmas lights spread out to each and every soul, Kilika put his eye to the crack between the door and wall, watching Rin and Razune walk about, enjoying the holiday festivities. His stomach grumbled upon seeing the heaps of Christmas delights, apparently fishes could drool. "C'mon c'mon...grab something for me too Razune! Yes! Score one cupcake!" Kilika whispered in triumph seeing his young friend and charge stuff a half-eaten cupcake into her dress pocket. The fishfail let out a single tear, sniffling as he wiped it away...only for it to crystallize onto his eyeball. Those inside the house would then proceed to hear a tumultuous din and racket, of what sounded like a swordfish in pain and panic. Moments later, Kilika crouched shivering under the largest window, still outside and now unexplainably coated in ice and frost. The meager rags he had been tossed to ward away the cold doing little to protect him, Kilika let out a resigned sigh and simply fell forward, staring gloomily at the growing pile of snow on his nose, as he felt heat ebb away from his body. Convulsing, he sneezed, releasing razor sharp snot projectiles which rammed like thrown knives into the door, where they too froze solid. "Oh woe is me, no animals allowed insi- what." Kilika had been once again staring with puppy eyes into the wondrous party going on inside the house, when he spotted Feriya, and Naps, and Simian. "...aren't they animals too!?", cried out the pitiful fishfail as he fell onto his back in the snow, rolling around a bit in despair. Stuck in a dark mood once more, Kilika glared moodily at the small box he held in his webbed hands, a poorly wrapped gift, and tied with carefully dried seaweed, that still retained its luster and fluidity. There was even a dried starfish and some sea clams stuck to the outside of the box. The label read "To: Razune". "Ba humbug!" Cocking back his arm, Kilika aimed to simply throw the unique giftbox off into the dark and cold, but stopped and simply stuffed it inside his suit of rags, resuming his shivering once again, a now guilty expression afflicting his face. By now there was a series of icicles hanging from his long and sharp nose, in addition to a number of ice mountains and hills growing on the top of his nose. "W-well I guess I can still e-enjoy the party from out here..." The pitiful fishman's eyes started to well up with small tears as all the abuse from his crew and despair from being left out of the party finally caught up to him. Choosing to adopt the 'eat out your emotions' strategy, he pulled the worn down turkey bone that had been thrown to him earlier, from out of his rags and proceeded to chew on it, looking hungrily out into the dark and cold. Biting very hard into the bone to vent some of his anger and frustration, Kilika was amazed to see the bone crack open, revealing a hollow inside, the inside containing a large present box! Only now did he realize just how unusually large the 'turkey' bone was, and then he began to question how he had been keeping it in his rags the entire time, was it hammerspa- "Who cares, Present!" Ignoring the obvious logical and space-time fallacy that had occured, the overjoyed fishfail tore into the large present box with glee and opened the now bare top... Inside was another present box. Surprised, Kilika began to open the second box, and inside was another box. This endless loop continued until the present box was no larger than a peanut. And finally he was able to see the identity of his true present. It was a small pill and a piece of paper folded 18 times. [ooc: the pill allows you to increase the size of your nose by 1 meter and grants you the ability to bend your nose in any direction as many times as you desire, works for fives minutes. However after five minutes your nose will will shrink back and remain at whatever shape you had it last. Only one pill can be consumed per day, if more than one is taken you will pass out via irregular bowel movements. The paper contains the recipe of the pill.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 03:17 PM.
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| thingymabob | Dec 27 2009, 08:56 PM Post #41 | |||||||
Fffffffffffffff
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Christmas... It was a stupid holiday. No one needed an excuse to give out presents. No one needed an excuse to take from others, either. The labcoat-wearing doctor stroked the wide-headed cooooougar at his side, eliciting a purr from the animal. The cat was staring up at the massive tree, eyes wide in astonishment, whilst his owner simply examined the presents at the foot of the tree. There were oh-so-many of them. The intelligent eyes behind the foreboding frames examined each of them in turn, as he imagined the contents of each. "All these things, just waiting to be taken." Muttering to himself was always a sign of genius. All the legends of his field did it. Every mad scientist in fiction and non-fiction alike was characterised by their labcoat, their high refractive index glasses, random muttering and a maniacal laugh that penetrated to the very soul. Yalen possessed all of these, and then some, and thus, could be considered a prime candidate for mad scientism. Of course, he was also a doctor; a man who helped the masses, healed the sick, all that boring stuff. Every now and then, Yalen might help someone, but there were always strings attached; the man never did something out of good will. There was always a hidden agenda, a hidden agenda that typically involved his research. It was becoming increasingly difficult to find research subjects. People were starting to educate themselves, and it made coercion much more difficult. Yalen actually had to work now to get his victims, and it was annoying that he couldn't spend his time on the actual experiments; he had to spend it kidnapping and blackmailing people into becoming his subjects. The work of an evil genius was difficult, that it was. Pushing up his glasses, and creating a small light show with the reflection of the christmas lights off his spectacles in the process, Yalen strode forward and with expert skill and precision, disected the present in front of him, so that the four sides of the box fell down, leaving the prize to be claimed. ---------- Revealed was an ancient tome. The word 'Funneh Jokes' were carved deeply into the cover. [ooc: a joke book, containing jokes that, if read correctly, can make anyone laugh.] Edited by SwingStyle, Jan 10 2010, 02:50 PM.
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| SwingStyle | Jan 10 2010, 03:18 PM Post #42 | |||||||
Bzz...zz..
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Some people live happily ever after, while some other people died a horrible death. - The End - |
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