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| Semi-Canon Christmas Crater; No Eggnog This Year | |||
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 7 2011, 09:19 AM (4,465 Views) | |||
| Aimi | Dec 22 2011, 04:26 PM Post #31 | ||
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"Master of Feels"
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It was that time of year again; Christmas. December was one of Raven’s favourite months because of how festive it was, and the fact there was snow, festive cheer, mince pies, friends, family... The list was endless! This year she decided to visit Santa at his ‘grotto’, quite happily making her way there and not really questioning the barren environment it was situated in. It didn’t take long to find ‘Santa’, and it also didn’t take long for her to be called up and plonked on his lap. Raven was a twenty year old woman and she currently felt like a five year old girl, but nevertheless, she was excited about what she would get this year, since she had been such a good girl. “Hello Santa! I’ve been really good this year, and I feel that I deserve a present to reward my good behaviour.” She said sweetly, her red eyes shining. Although her eyes were coloured like a demon’s, they somehow never looked as such. They were always so bright and full of life that nobody had ever called her a demon. “I haven’t caused any disruption anywhere, and I’ve settled down to perform music within a band to bring happiness to loads of people.” Okay, so maybe she was pushing her luck a little bit there. But being a bit economical with the truth was okay, right?
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| Reaper | Dec 22 2011, 05:35 PM Post #32 | ||
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Rayne slowly walked out of the snowy harsh blizzard that was occuring outside and into the hall to notice many other pirates standing around all in search for this satunspeakable fella that Rayne had heard about on his adventures. Last year he was unable to make it to the hall as he was busy but now that he was here it was time to find out what this was all about. The hall was decorated oddly to him, coming from his wealthy past he all ways was surrounded by over the top extravegant decorations and presents under the tree as big as the kid's who were getting them. But time had passed and it had been over 4 years since he had even had a christmas that didn't involve being alone in a bar drinking the day away. Making his way through the hall he saw the large crater in the middle of the room with as many people in the crater as there was on the outside of it, some were kneeling at the figure in the middles feet praying for forgiveness while others were simply walking up and sitting on his lap asking for presents, it was an odd sight seeing many powerful pirates begging on the ground, which in the end was a great testimony to the power this santunspeakable guy must have. As rayne walked closer sweat started covering his whole face even one of his hands started to slightly tremble, fear had overcome him and he was not sure why, the mere presence of him scared him into hot and cold sweats. He finally walked up to the man and sat on his lap "Hello... this is my first time meeting you and i come asking for a few things though one would suffice, i'm a shuriken user so a unique shuriken of some sort would be interesting and nice, also i plan to buy a clima tact at some point so any help in getting that would also be great." He only wanted to be near this man for as short as possible so he sat waiting for his response.
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Mifune L Tarkin • Navigator • Navigator/Weapon Specialist • BloodMoon Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 0 • Location: North Blue Knuckles • First Mate • Smith/Martial Artist • Highwind Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 3 • Beli: 0 • Location: West Blue | |||
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| Blacklight | Dec 22 2011, 06:57 PM Post #33 | ||
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OOC Sawyer wasn’t exactly sure where he was; one moment he eating lemon snow on a peaceful snowy island, and the next he was waiting in line in an enormous crater. Looking around, the dimwit recognized some of the faces of the people that were waiting along with him. Most of them were just somewhat well known pirates or marines that he had seen pictures of in the past. The rest were unknown to him but based on their appearance, he could assume pirates and marines as well. It was weird how the holiday season brought even the biggest of enemies together. Diverting his attention back forward, Sawyer realized that the line had moved up a bit. Shuffling quickly to keep his spot, the dimwit suddenly realized that he didn’t know what he was waiting in line for. It was as if he subconsciously was pushed into it. It worried Sawyer a bit at first, but based on the ever growing crowd, he figured it had to be something pretty good. Shaking the worry out of his mind, the birdman simply kept at pace with the line and squeezed his hands in his armpits to keep warm. Wearing nothing but a tattered pair of jeans was probably not the best choice but then again, making good choices wasn’t exactly Sawyers strong point. Luckily for the freezing birdman, the amount of people ahead of him in line was dwindling fast. In practically no time, Sawyer found himself standing in the front, staring at the frightening scene ahead. Before him sat a bloodcurdling demon, atop a throne of broken toys and dreams. Sawyer could only assume that the demons thirst for demolition could only be quenched by a tall, cold glass of orphan tears. Nevertheless, there was something that drew the dimwit towards the intimidating figure. Despite his best instincts, Sawyer wanted nothing more than to sit on the Demon’s lap. He just couldn’t resist the warm embrace of others. Wasting little time, Sawyer quickly ran up and sat upon the devils lap. Wrapping his arms around the dark figure, Sawyer felt the weird impulse to ask for something for Santamas, but unfortunately he didn’t know what he wanted. Looking up into the beasts burning red eyes, Sawyer couldn't help but stutter with childish insecurity. “Y-you wouldn’t happen to have anything for me, would you now?” Sawyer asked even though he was scared as hell. As the birdman waited anxiously for a response, he couldn’t hold back the flood of warm yellow liquid that was running through the material of his jeans, onto the demons lap.
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| Hugo | Dec 22 2011, 08:07 PM Post #34 | ||
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Spoiler: click to toggle Hugo was casually walking by when he noticed an enormous crater, so he decided to look inside, only to find an embodiment of the anti-whatever sitting on a throne. He slowly slid down the slope, as that's all he really could do, his slime protecting his bare feet from the heat. He tumbled to a stop at the bottom, and gingerly raised himself off the scorching ground, and walked towards it. As he neared the colossus, he felt a pull to go up and ask the creature for something, so he did so without hesitation. Hopping on the demon's lap, he pulled back his hood and asked in a high pitched, girly voice, "Well, I'm most positive nicest person I've ever met, but I honestly don't know what to ask for! Perhaps something that would help me not attract attention from unsavory types." Hugo thought a few more moments, "Yes! That's what I would like." He hopped back down from the monsters lap, an uncertain look in his eyes, not sure if he relayed his request the right way.
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| Byakuya | Dec 23 2011, 07:40 AM Post #35 | ||
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Something had went terribly wrong on his way towards Desertia, he had found himself completely out of resources, and in an effort to survive, he went to the first Island he saw. On this Island, he went into town and gathered everything he needed, however he couldn't find his way back to the vessel and somehow had managed to end up in this huge line. How did Takuya always end up at the most abstract places imaginable? He found himself in a huge line, at some crater. There was a man, apparently giving away some sort of gifts to those who waited. As a man of science Takuya wondered how the hell such a crater was created. Who was this man? He had to be some type of godly figure, if he was able to make such a large crater, either that, or he had some form of technology that could do it for him. But if that were the case, what was the purpose of making the crater in the first place? So many questions he wanted to ask, all were unanswered. Jesus Christ. This is taking forever, and on top of that the guy ahead of me smells terrible. There was no sneak dissing by the Marine Lieutenant. Oddly enough, the guy ahead of him had pink hair, and glasses, and looked like some douchebag. Kinda resembled that guy Jigsaw Tony, but Takuya thought there was no way a man of such stature would smell so bad. Or end up in a line like this. After waiting in line for close to 20 minutes. It was finally the Marine's turn to recieve his award. He pushed up his opticals slightly with his middle finger, trying to get a better glimpse at the man, before saying in an intimidating voice. Well, he tried to make it intimidating. Are you responsible for this huge crater? If so, I could very well arrest you. But, because I heard you're giving away things, assuming you don't want to get arrested and tortured, you should give me something very, very, very expensive and useful. You got that? Takuya was such a douchebag.
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The Official G. Fist Topic Sacrilegious - The Official OPRP Manga. "I don't know!~ Crimson makes me think of red, which makes me think of that our previous captain, Daisuke. I'm a little uncomfortable with that considering as I cringe often when I remember what a disgusting person he was." Daisuke G. Fist, 446 SD, Bounty: 105,000,000 "2/10 Would not bang."Hana Matsui, 170 SP, Pirate, Bounty: 15,000,000 [Rin's Report on Takuya]"Takuya doesn't seem very much like a marine. Anger issues, lieing about his age, drinking problems, and a potential rapist, yet somehow he gets shit done." Takuya, 139 SD(Marine Commander, 25 Commendations) I'm lost. Why does Hiryuu have a thing for Amilia? I don't even...."Hiryuu, 66SD(Pirate) RainingBlades is a sex demon
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| Masa | Dec 23 2011, 10:42 AM Post #36 | ||
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The angry man
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It had been a long time since Masa had successfully celebrated christmas. As a child, he could remember being so happy at the thought of spending time with his parents. But, after joining the dojo at Shimotsuki, things had not been the same at christmas. Of course there were presents, decorations, a massive tree, and even singing too. But what Masa missed most were his parents. His family. This loss of feeling at christmas followed him when he left the dojo too, all throughout his life. No matter where, he never managed to get the feeling of family spirit. Also, he'd never been to a grotto either. But this year was different. This year, he was going to visit a grotto, and speak to santa directly. Having boarded a cruiser to Loguetown, he waited on ship as the days passed. The cruiser was heavily decorated in bells, wreathes, trees, presents, tinsel, lights and endless christmas dolls on every surface top you could fit them on. Masa had sat himself on a cushy chair and had decided to sleep off the wait. But the children and parents on the ship interrupted. One family told their son a story about how a skeleton used to frightening people, who tried to make christmas, but misunderstood what it meant and ended up scaring everyone. Another told their daughter about a green man who impersonated santa, and stole everyone's presents. It wasn't long before Masa couldon't get to sleep at all, and decided to go out on deck for some fresh air. On the way through the halls, he came across a room that was so heavily decorated, it looked OVER decorated! And there, sat on a massive red velvet chair, was a man with a heavy white beard, forming what looked like a long white carpet on the floor. It was as bushy as it was long, and he could see some young children dancing around on it. It seemed to annoy the man, but he was tolerant of them. Masa moved closer, "Are you?...? Santa?" It seemed the man had finally had enough, "Course I bloody am!" The children jumped at the sudden outburst, their eyes widening like a puppy dog's. The bearded man stood and shooed them away with his hand. The kids then ran away, past Masa, some brushing against the old man, and along the corridor past where he was sat before. Masa looked back at the man who called himself santa, "So you are the guy that gives presents to people? Tough job man, I give you my respect" He shook the mans hand, and sat on a chair near to him. After he had sorted out his beard, santa then sat back on his chair, "So, what do you want for christmas?" Masa chuckled, "Well, hmmmm. Oh yeah! There were some speed shoes I was looking at recently, but I couldon't afford them." Masa's mind fell back to seeing him looking through a window at some shoes which had reinforced soles with a mechanical spring in them. The sign next to it said: "Guaranteed to springboard your speed, the spring-loaded spring shoes from springfield!"
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| Sprite_Knight | Dec 23 2011, 02:13 PM Post #37 | ||
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Riley jauntily stepped over a burning rock as he took in the view of the burning red hell. He usually attend holiday functions like this, but today he was here in the hopes that someone else might have felt a bit festive and decided to come down to this crater of cheer. But alas, his prey was not here, it was another wasted trip....or perhaps...not. His amber eyes gleaming, the ranger observed many people making trips up to the throne at the highest point in the crater to sit at the lap of this red devil of gifts and walk away with many varied and astounding presents. Riley had never tried his luck at this whole Santamas/Satunspeakable business but...what was the harm in trying? Fixing his raptor tricorn atop his head, Riley forged his way ahead, after a few minutes of travel arriving before Satunspeakable. Reclining across the red demon's lap and the arms of his throne Riley inspected his nails, his customary predatory grin spreading across his sharp features. "Name's Riley Savage, your Evilness. I've been a good boy, never even asked for nothing. Now, ya see. I'm a hunter, a predator. I don't need any useless or pretty baubles, all I'm asking for is something useful, something functional." At this, Riley lifted his eyes to meet the burning red flames smoldering in Satunspeakable's face. He maintained his grin and finished with, "I'd be much obliged."
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![]() Kilika E. Longfang • Navigator • Martial Artist/Navigator • Iron Rose Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0/35 • Beli: 10,500,000 • Location: Reverse Mountain Riley Savage • N/A • Ranger/Weapon Specialist/Marksman/Chef • The Predators • Threat: 17 • SD Earned: 5/66 • Beli: 40,641,666 • Location: Other Islands, East Blue. | |||
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| rhianna 'mouse' | Dec 24 2011, 03:31 AM Post #38 | ||
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Mouse opened her eyes and looked around.She wondered how she got here it was extremely cold and white.There was blankets of snow everywhere,she couldn't remember why she was here or how but it was cold where she was laying in the snow.Stiffly mouse got up and walked a few steps,feeling the snow seeping through her boots and making wet patches.Looking around once again, she saw nothing there, it was completely flat and deathly silent, mouse was shivering and not just because of the cold. Then as she walked a bit further along,remembering that to survive she needed to keep walking,she saw a crater.It was the only thing that was not snowy and the colour of the earth was a light brown.The crater was really large and sitting in the middle was a man that looked evil,there was no words to describe why he looked evil but when you looked in his eyes you saw hatred so great and an evil so mighty that it was bigger than the world.This man had a long beard and he sat on a crooked and knarled chair. "Satan speakable,can I have something that makes me invisible and that is good for theivery"
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Mouse • Crew Member • Thief/doctor/martial artist/weapon specialist • Crystal Pirates • Bounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 2,650,000 • Location: Hazard Mountain | |||
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| paradox | Dec 24 2011, 04:34 AM Post #39 | ||
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Fineas was late. He plodded through the snow, his deer eyes glowing with his avarice as he approached what he presumed the source of many a Santamas rumor. He eyed the gargantuan red creature, seated idly upon his throne of shit. Fineas didn't dare question the man's fabled power– he needn't to, for it was not irregular for such a man, stout and unsightly as he was, to have such wealth. Already the line had dwindled from what it had been only hours ago, when hundreds of people had eagerly awaited what gifts the ugly fellow would treat them to. Now, few remained to be battered by the harsh weather, resolved to receive the red man's offerings. Fineas joined the diminishing throng, in the form of a pronghorn so as not to be bothered by the cold, and peered towards the burning crater ahead. He could only hope that the portly fiend had yet to lose his patience, weary of the countless beggars who perched themselves on his lap. Fineas himself was loath to place himself upon the gift-giver's knee, but he was determined to go to whatever lengths to increase his wealth... As the child in front of him– an unappealing and crass little girl– rushed forward to the red man, he stepped to the edge of the crater, and waited patiently for her to leave again, radiating endless joy for whatever the fat old man had promised to give her. Finally he bounded forward (still a pronghorn), keen to prostitute himself for Santa. He smiled politely as he neared, and leapt upon the demon's substantial lap, ignorant of any pain he might suffer from Fineas' heavy hooves. "Well, hello," he said, a childish smile on his face. "I'm Fineas– and, let me tell you, I've been quite the good boy this year. So I expect that you'll give me something good, Sir Santa; I don't suppose your elves produce money?" Paying no attention to any responses the man may have had, Fineas proceeded to list all that which would have pleased him. Specifically: a particularly nice bow, an elephant, a golden statue of himself, a pair of wings for flying, an island (called the Island of Fineas), a star (called Fineas), a bodyguard (called Hugo), and least importantly eternal happiness.
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| Benjamin Kaito | Dec 24 2011, 05:08 AM Post #40 | ||
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Dear Mr. With Red Eyes Who Seems To Rule Over This Crater I heard you like presents, I like them as well, that's why I came here. I see all these smashed presents, what a shame, but they are enough to me as I can work with their pieces and put up something rather amazing with just that. It is that time of the year again, Santamas, and I've been a naughty man, as always. I'm a pirate after all, I'm bond to be like that. I cannot ask you to change me but only to acknowledge my nature and see the goodness that it brings to some. I am, of course, talking about my crew. You know I care about them and they seem rather happy around with me so, I hope that this is enough to move you and grant me that present I wish so much. If not, well, you can suck it, I'll take it from you by force. And while I'm at it, I'll take some more for the next years for my crew and I. You don't think I can win? We will see. Finishing writing, he skimmed through it to give a quick spell check, even though he knew it wouldn't do much as he was far from being the best writer in town. What it mattered, however, was the message he was trying to getting across to that guy on the throne. For him, it was do or die and for a present, he would go as far as challenging that demoniac creature in front of him, not before trying to reach an agreement with him. Though, he was confident he would eave with something for himself and maybe even for his crew. "That should do." Folding the piece of paper he had written on, he then aimed at the guy in the throne and with a swing, made it flew a few meters, making it land on his lap. With the letter delivered, it was now only a matter of time until the thing would read it and he would wait patiently for that. Looking behind at what he had put on the letter, he was now doubting that he had made the right approach. Maybe daring him to a fight had been too much. He did look a little bit scary and rather supernatural... "Oh well, what's done is done."
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| Zyphe | Dec 24 2011, 04:27 PM Post #41 | ||
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It was a nightmare come true. What Rel had been expecting was merriment and cheer. Instead, the inventor was meant with demented laughter and flames rising toward him, as if trying to consume his very being. Terrified though he was, Rel tried to keep his cool by simply shedding off his jacket and discarding it on the ground. The jacket was eaten by the greedy fires as soon as it landed, causing Rel to jump back a little. I was not expecting that... Rel wanted booze and women, not whatever hellish torment this would be. The feared demon ahead of him was apparently going to judge Rel, or judge his grovelling more specifically. "Listen Tubby, the only crimes I've committed are being too good looking, too talented, and being a Revolutionary. I don't have to-" feel bad for the Marines and their families that are now fatherless? For the greed that has ebbed away at your senses, allowing you to murder without remorse? Rel didn't know where this sudden conscience was coming from, but it was giving him the worst headache ever. His legs buckled, forcing Rel to his knees as he held his hands over his head. I'm not greedy! Narcissistic maybe, but not greedy! The more he fed himself lies, the more the pain increased. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore, and Rel stood up to face the grim monster. Rel hoped spilling your guts is considered badass, because he definitely didn't want any chicks to see him doing something lame. Even if it is considered lame, Rel simply decided he would make it badass. "I won't apologize for being a Revolutionary, but I do feel remorse for the crimes I've committed. I have killed tyrannical Marine officers that deserved their death, but many of the soldiers I've killed were just doing their job too. My cause is just...but the methods are fueled by greed for revenge. Please, spar me so I can continue fighting not for myself, but so that other kids won't have to grow up and become a sinner like me!" Yeah, that was totally lame. Rel yelled all this with a grimace, facing the demon like a man. If his uncool end were to come at the hands of this demon, then so be it, but Rel felt some peace in finally telling the truth. He had always claimed to be so righteous in his actions and was essentially lying to himself. The lies were gone, and all that was left was his sinful self. Rel couldn't take back the things he had done, nor would he if it meant taking a step back from bringing down the government. The least he could do, however, was be honest in his reasons for being a criminal. Edited by Zyphe, Dec 24 2011, 04:34 PM.
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| Yama | Dec 24 2011, 06:32 PM Post #42 | ||
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Yama was hopping around the grand line having a good time when he seen this big old fucking crate. He looked into his pockets and found the human eye and looked at his red and white santa cobra and guessed that usually around this time he finds some fucking awesome shit in boxes. He opened up the box and all he found was a large collection moose porn. Yama quite enjoyed himself for awhile but was overall disgusted and angry that he didnt get something super cool and gimmicky so he wandered around and saw this big fat beardy bastard giving it one for on a floating toilet. Yama was like. "Hey isnt that, that one cunt who gives me presents every fucking year why has he got so cheeky!" Yama then shook his and raised his finger up at the fat red and white bastard. "Hey you yah fat prick, give me something better than all this moose porn or the great Yama is gonna chokeabitch!" Yama stood stalwart upright with his hands folded looking the fat man in straight in the eyes from afar as he seemed slightly annoyed by the fact that this dude thinks he can act the hard man just because he can pretty much terraform and spread darkness across the planet in a instant. (Yama isnt a cheese eating surrender monkey)
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Glorified Yama inbox Muzashi Kuroda Kuroda Illustrations. Spoiler: click to toggle Black Betty II Kuroda Captain/Clown/Okama • Chef • Brofist • Bounty: 111'500'000 • SD Earned: 612(512) • Location: Water 7 Spoiler: click to toggle | |||
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| Nezuel | Dec 24 2011, 08:09 PM Post #43 | ||
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Nezuel quickly rose with his back straight up. Looking around he wondered how he had gotten to a snow filled island. Last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his parent's house. He got up and wiped off the snow that had accumulated on him while he slept. Once again looking around he noticed that it seemed hotter to the north. Not wanting to freeze to death he quickly started to walk towards whatever was causing the warmth. He soon found out that limitlessness rage and anger was causing the warmth. He looked upon a crater filled with the discarded greed and ignorance of holidays past. And in the middle stood a demon clad in red whose eyes were black as coal. If he didn't know any better he would say he was looking at the ancient god Pluto, lord of wealth, death, and greed. Yet strangely for all of his horror he felt drawn to the red clad demon. Gathering up his courage he began to walk towards the demon. "Oh lord of Santamas, hear me and accept my apologies. I know not if I have caused you harm in any way. If I have then I beg for your forgiveness. If I have not then I ask for the ability to grow stronger to better protect the world or to better rise through the ranks of the marines to decrease their own ignorance." Spoiler: click to toggle
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Nezuel D. Tasuma • Lieutenant • Martial Artist • [http://s1.zetaboards.com/One_Piece_RP/topic/3946685/1/]Division Omega [/url] • Commendations: 10 • SD Earned: 62 • Beli: 7,000,000 • Location: Stearr Island, North Blue
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| ♠ Hainen | Dec 26 2011, 03:45 AM Post #44 | ||
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'Twas the night of Santamas, and all through the crater Stirred folk without any class All bowing to their dictator At the top of the mountain of ember Ruled the Demon of December Jeanne had no quarrel, no regret And she refused to grovel and bow She stalked as a bleak silhouette Yesteryear she'd made a vow To meet the woman of her dreams She'd even endure this crater of screams Jeanne glanced around, saw not a soul She assumed they didn't have one All bowing before the throne of coal Worse, some were even having fun Behind her laid the bodies piled At this, at least, the woman smiled As she was searching for her dear At the corner of her eye Was it that clutched her heart in fear Like she was about to die The embodiment of all that is dark This island carried the Void's mark All̷ ̶of҉ ̛th̷e͝ ̸shadows węre̸ sţir͟ri̵n̨g E̴m͘pt҉y, y͞e͘t al͝ive wi̛th ͝mean͡ing҉ ̢Th̀e ̧wrat͡h thèy ̸w̸e̡r̛e i̢n̕cu͜r̵r̴iǹg W҉a͡ś beyon̢d ̧th҉ei̷r͘ sil͢l͟y ͘c̶o̧n̵v͘en̵in͡g "Sa͜n͏t͞aine͟ņ," śaid he҉ òn t̡he̢ ̧t͏hron͢e I͜n ̷ą si̛lent̵,͜ al̷m̡os͝t ͜f͝e̵a͝r̨f̕ul tone O̸͔̦̠u̬͓̰̜̦̱t̷̘̼̮̼̘̖ ̮̠͇̫̫͠o̗̝̳͚͎f̮̬̫̻͖ ̖͇t̜͢h̛͉̮̳͚̖e̹̖̼ ̟͠d͙͎a̩̝̻̹̱͔̪͠r͇͍͈͙̻͡k̻ ̬̱̪̺c͓͇̬̦̪a̧̭͔m̶͍̺̪e̤̘͉̞̻͎ͅ ̘a͚ p̱̺͞u͙̖̩͔͎̬̫̕r̛̤̯e̜͙̮͇ ͕͖͓͙̗̠b͓̝͔̪͍ļ͙̜̜͖̻a̟͙͔c̨͈̺̗̼̩͖̼k̕ ̞̞̼̼͞s̸̝͙̰̹̹̭̩h̺ͅa̲͙̹̬͞p҉e̪̤̱̙̳͎̤ Ṱh̥̳̣̺͎o̞͇̪̠͈͠ṷ̰̰̯̹̫͕g̕h̵̲̹̤̦ ͉͝ͅͅṉ͎̥̩͈̝o̜nẹ̤̦̥̱̠͟ ͔̫̯͕̙̻c͈̤͖͕̀ọ̪͓̭̯̫͔̕u̸̠̗l̖̠̝d̴͚̟̩̪̗ ̷g̢̫͈͍̻u̢̮̦̞e͓̝̜̣͚s̞̠̖̪s̼͍ ̫̯̗i̴̟t̠̖̝̖̜ͅ'̩̣̥̰̝͓̺͞s̝̲͙̹ ͙̼̥͕̻͕ͅg̶̗͙͈e̙̥̗̙͙̭̫͝n͙͚̝͕ͅd̸̯͚e͈̺͎r̨̺̣͎̦̱̥̪ ̷̞̟̱A̩̠͖͓͠l̤͔̦̼̙̹ͅl̝͍͖ ̢k̮̘̭̝̠̱n̰̘̻e̖̺̺̣̻͟w̜ ͉͍͜t̝͕̭̟͢ẖ̤̗͖̪͕ͅẹ͚ṛ̮̹͟e͉̙͕̘̱͝ ̶w͉̩͉a̜͖̻s̼̬ ̙͙̮no͔̹̠ ̻̖̳̮ͅe̟̯̦̥̹s̪̮̪̝̲̩͝c̡̤͙̣̟͉a̰̻͎̳ͅp͍͘e͏͖̣ ̖͈̟͇F̢͙̤̮͎̙r͖̥̝̳o̱̼̻̯m̠͙͙͢ a͏̹͉̣̩̤ ̱̯̬͎ţ̪͓͈ḫ̲͉̞̲̩̪̕o̷̘̙͚̬u҉s̶̤͕̩a҉͎͉̣̠͚ṉ͈d͖͎̯̟̖̠͎ ̣̻͠a̟r͘m͓̩͚s͎̯̰ ͔s͇͔̳͖̳̝̥o̤ s̰̰͎̗̱l͍͚e̴͎̜̘̫̙n͞d̫̱̞̜̘̞̖͢e̠̻̜͉r̝̰͕͉ ͍̙̩̲̝̬ͅT̴̥̼̟ͅͅh̡̥̟̜̙e̸͖y̸̹͎ ̢k͔̗̝͝ͅn͍̞̼̥e̼̗w̶͈̩̗̱͕̝̭,͕͍̜͓̝̮͘ a͙̠͖͓̳̹͝s̷͚̗̗̲͇̱ ̷ṯ̳h̟̙ę͇̺̯̝ͅy̳ ̨s̲̮͘t͔̳̳ą̲̳͕̯͈ṟ̴̥̺̖e͏̙̝̲͉̜ͅḑ͕̥̭͓͚͕ ̧̝̱͓á͚͍ͅt̪͞ ̜̰̱̭ț̯̜̪̬͔h̤̙e̬ ͔̜͎̗̰v̵̥̹̦̼o̖̭͍̗̩i̞̳̦d̥̪͎͉ ̛̜̜̳̪̻͍̞T̗̲̖͓͓͚͞h̖͓̣̤̱̟ìs̰͕̩͚̗ͅ ̠̣i̳̭͔͍̘s͕͇͍͍͠la̗n̹͚͓ͅd͈ ̳̳͈͖͖͝w̶̞̣̩̖̩̟͖o̴̩͓̠̰̪ų̭l̸d͕̻͚̗̤ ͈̤̬s͕͉̠̮o͓on̟̫̻̤ ̵̭̩͔b̧̲̻e̫͖̺̞̖ ̷͎d͈̭e̝̦̝s͓̙̙͓̦t̬̝̱͕̩̳r͉̱o̗̹͖̮͕͝y͍̰̺̖͓̱̲̕e͙̠̺̥͚d I̫̜̊͗̃͆͂ͅn̤̱͌̏̍̋͂͌͝ ̥̟̙͙̖̮͓͒̇͊̄̈͡ť͆͊h̠͉̟͓͇͎͍͑̓̉̅ͣ̉̾e̪̳͕̪̮̙̯ͭ̌ͣ͐̓ͮ̒s̨͚̙̻̍e͓̫̔ ̡̼͙̱̯̟͇̏n̻̯͆̑ͧ͊i̝̝̦͈̰͔̭͒͌ͥḡ̰̜̝̰͗̿h͈̗̻̘̟̞̳ͯͧ͒͗́t̪̪͇͕̑ͪ͒ͩͫs̵̝͚̪̩̊ͧͪ͌ͩ͛ ̧̝̳̉ͪ͌̈t̟̾̄̆̌h̝̼͖̺̠͋̃̄̒ͫͤͨ́ͅa͙̰̝͔̳̲̲ͤ̋͊̋͠t̷̳͉͇̪͎ ̴̝̰̣͖̲̘̹ͫ̂̀ͫͩ̿͌a͎̥͇͎̲̖̗ͣ̄͗͛͌̚r̷͎̀͐͂ͭë̴͕̱͙̫̩̳̂̄͊̈̐ ̡͉̽̂̔̈̆͂̇c͈̠̊̀o̎̊͐̅̃̏͒҉̺̥̲̜̮l͖̭̹̥͇d̤ ̷͒̊̈́ͪͮ̌F̐͡ṟ̣̖̰̾̔́͢o̿̏́͏m͚͕͈ͤ͐ͯ͡ ̵̦̗͚̘͛̇tͨ̍͌h̙̘͈͖̼͙͕͒̾͌ͩ͆ͨ͐͡e̪̝̟̭̦̮ͩ̕ͅ ̴̭̜̟̈́̊Ẃ͓̯̖͔̜͚̓̂ͣĩ̱͙̼͈͈̜̜̋ͪ̚n̉̏t̢͕̖̙͉̖e̮͓̯ͮͨ̊́̅ͦr̢̲s̩͛ ͔͕͉̲̲̗͋̏̿̂ͣ̆ͫo̰͇ͫf̼͕̠͓͈͕̝̎̆͆ͯ̅ ̦̟̯͆Ơ͍ĺ̤̪͓̼ͭ̔̅̂ḓͦ̊ͭ̈́́̔ ̬̭ͯ̊͂͊͑͛̉Î̠̩͉̺ͯ̂ ͖̹̝̺̌ͮ̈́͊̽̂͝c̙̟̖͎̰̆̏̈o̘̳̩͎ͧͦ̋ͭm̼ͨ̅̌̿̀e͔͉̙̫ͮͣ̉̈́̾̂ͪ ̬͍̹̤̝̝̯̍̊̇͊͐ͧͮw̱̅̽̿ͦį̲̼̦͕̗̰͒̋ͮ̽̍t͕̗̻̍̽͗ͯ̉̚h̤̝͍̦͈̟̆ͅ ́͐́̈́͂ͯͪ҉̟̱͕̙͓ą͙ͮ ̱̬ͧ͟T̠̮͎̋̿̍̓ͮhͯ̃o̶̙͉͉̹̯̬̿͑̒̍̾u͈ͫ́s̺̹̄ͪ͒ͪ̔̚a̷̬̤̜̩̞̮ͣ̓ͤ̎̓̿n̲͒ͬ̌dͩ̾ ͉̝̼͔͎͍̲͛̐ş̳͔͔͍̹̞̌̈́t͍̥͚̻̙͖̘̎̚a̛̜̞̙̳͈̘͂͐̓͂̂̚ŕv̼͉̣͓̳̮i͐̑̄̚n̵̤̠̞͉̭g̺ͥͯ̌̿͑̑ ̟̙̳̤c̸̲͎̾̇̔͑̑r̗o̔͂ͦ͂͒̆̏w̩̤̺̯̒̆̃s͕̋͡ ͣ̑I̠̺͔̯͕̼̔͂ ͮ̿͋͒͠a̢̲̯̍͂̇̔̊m̶͎͍̞̆͑ͬ ̬͚̞ͮ̍̉͌̊̔ͭ͠a̱͕̲ͫ̄̚̚͘n͈̲͎̭̙̣͈ͪ̇̋̏̃̈͆ ̭͟ö̼̀̉̀r̘̩͚ͮ͛̀b̵̪̜͎͖̔͌̂̈́ ̸̙̰̫̟̻o͓̜̭̠͉̔ͫf̭̾ͧ͋͑͛̉̾ ̨̭̯̝̱̜͈͎̇̿͊ͦͮ̐S͆̉ͩ̀́̈m̨̟̤̼͚͚̯̝͒̇o̰̪̲̻͓̱̳̓̎ͧ͊̚̚k͉̣ͥ̀̉̍ͪͨi̪̻͔̣͕̪̩̊ͮ̈́̑̃͞n̯̟͔̫̫̟̙ͣ͗g̛͖͇͔̯͗̉ͮͯͤ ̴͔͑̋̍̎Ṋ̷̙̤̚ö͇͖̖̗̟ͭͪͤt̺̠͟h̖͍͎̹̗̀ͥͯ͜i͑̓ͭ̂͏̺̜͈ň̾̎̏̄͘g͕̜̅̈́ ̳͉͉͓͓̖̜ͨ̓̅ͥͤ̚B̌ͥ̓o͚͉̣̙w̬̫͔͖̙̪, ̲̙̟̣̣͈̣͑͆m̡̎̑̌͛̚o̳̫͗͛ͥͫ͛̓̀͠ř̬̏̇̍ͬt͓̺͈̱̊̀a̞͚̖͎͊̾ͪ̓l̛̰͔̬̆̈̏ͫͅs͙̗̤̭ͬ͌̅̂̑́ͅ,̺̟̮͔̹ͅͅ ̨̄ͤͮͪ͋bͥ̊ͯ̆̍ͨͣe̵͋ͮ̃̅̆f͈̹͖͒͗̾̾̎ͧ̂o̼͕̍͒̓̌͠r̯͍̼̽ͅḙ̥̤͈͎̤̔ͦ̏͂ ̮̒ͫ͛ͫͭͯͧý̛̭̒͒o͒҉̜͓͚̹̝u̜̤̪̪̞̤͐͑̎ͯͬ̒̏r͉ͣ͌ͅ ̙̲̰͚̝̠͡ͅk̷͍͉̬̳͚̼i̖̘̲͈͍ͯ͌̍n̳̺̮͖̗̳ͤͩg̜̜̖͚̪̲̪ͥͣ̈́̎̌̀́ ͓̮̝̤́B̶̤̜͚̤͚͉̭̒̔̽e͂ͣ̎ͯ̃͒̋͘f̷̭̖̫̼̩ͣͩͯͦǒ̟̫̠̋r̰̮͕ͤ̃͛̎ͦ͋ͅẹ͔͓̝͔͚͕ͣͯͪ̋ ̡̮̤ẏ̰͚̫̾͗̚o̲u̿̅̊҉̪̭̘̪̤ ̠͍̟̖̓á̴̗̟̉̄͌̊́r̦̫̂ͦͭ̑e̙̹̳̘̪ͨ͂͛ͮ̓͒̚͝ ̉ͥ͡d̡͙̝͕̳͑ë́̌ͩ҉̳͓̖v͇͎̲̼̕o̡̪̝͓̪͎͎u̞̬͢r̙͔ͧ̉ͬe̪̪d̘̑ͪ̃ ̧͇̥̐ͯ̓ͥ͠I̸̜͓͒̄͗ ̭͓͖̻͉͕̯͂͋ͯ̒̏ͧ̐ͭ͝w̲̣͔̳̟͛̉̃͟͡i̤͆͂̅ͤ̓͌̐͞͠ͅl̟̖̤ͩ̽̆ḷ̰̳̦̻̱̖̔̌ͫ̑͜ͅ ̘͔͎̖̩̟̹̻̾ͥb̫͍̀̐͌̔̈́̑̂̓͞r̶̬̩͓̹̤͚̖̒ͪ̇̏͛̌́ë̉̋ͧ̍ͤ͐ͯͧ҉̷̼̺̜͞ą͙̬͈͎̖ͬ͒ͨͫ̈́ͬ̍k̛̞̩̼̤͉̖̝͉̯͂͆ͩ̉̄̀̚ ̨̼͈̯̜̱ͪͤ͊ͪ̅͊á̸̩͍͐̎͞ň̙͙̟̈ͬ͗ͮd̢̊͌҉̝͖͖ͅ ͕̬̽̚s̡̟̲̲̒́͒̅ḫ̸̶̪̞̳̼̑a̸̧͇̥ͤͭͯt̨̧͕̑͂ͦ͟t̛̯̱̪̊ḛ̸̭̯͇̽ͯr̵̩̗͎̺͔͐̏̍̉ ͖̥̘̠͔̓̂͗̃ͩ̏͝ͅy̵̨̡̰̬̞̑̎͆͂ͨ̚o̢ͫ̒͂͌̚͏̻̠͙̼̖ư̵̷̫̭̺̑ͮ̽ͤ ̖̪͓̱̙̣ͣ̔͋̈̀Ă̧̟̦̺̬͉̍͊̎̃n̶̤ͦ͑̑̏ͫ́ͅd̜̦̱͖̜̠̈̏̏ͦͭ̅ͣͣ͒͞ ̅͗͑̉͏̷̣̘̪̲͙͇̹͕̤ḷ̶̜̻̳̻͂ͭ͗͌ͯͣ͢e̝̗̭͖̱̼ͨͦ̀̇̌͑ͦ̅a̗͓̩̲̖̻͙̒ͩͮͥ̊͘͞v̙̿̋̐̂̋̾̿̀ẽ̡̬̪ ͈̞͈̇ͮ̔̈́͡yͧ̈́ͫͫͬͯ͆҉̭͖̱͈̕͠o̴̡̖̦̻͚̦ͪ̎͌ͯ͐ͅǔ̜̯͔̟͈̂͗ͧ͐̇͘͟ ̺̹͕̠̦̺ͤ̓̃̾̇ͣ̐ͨ͡f̵̮̠̜͎̘̣̓̒͠ö̡̼̫͔̓͋̑̆͡r̲̊͑̔ ̯͇̼̳̪ͯͨ͜͝t̡́̌̅̆ͪ͐͏̭̫̀h̸͓̟̱̠͔͎̟̯͑e̬͍̙̱͒̈́ͣ̓͂ͮ̍ ̶̛̯̜͚̱ͩ̆w̡̻̩̗͙͎̘̗̲̮͐̚̕î̩͇͕͊ͤ̈́̏̚͢n̢̟͕͖͉̹͔̜ͧ̽̉͡ͅd͑ͥ̄͂͠҉̥̳̮̭̰̺̪ ̹̝̗͓͙̹̫̊́́ͅI̗ͤ͂ͧ̐͋́͘ ̲͓̳͔ͦ̒̇͗̌͊̕͘ŵ̟̹̜̳̮̟̐̍͞͡i̱̭͇͓͉̞̰ͨ̋͑̊͋̓ͣ̚͟l̢̦̦͖̪͋͗͑ͫ̍̔̏l͉͎͖̲̪̳̝͍̎̌̎̃̓̑̿͢ ͙̰̫͎̱̼̯̺͉̒͟o̴͔̥ͩ̇ͅp̃̄̈ͮ҉̛̩̘̹e̶̘ͨ̿̓ṅ̜̲̭̣͖̝̮̱̊͠ ̸̺̖̼͇̥̻̟̝͖̂ͧ͊̄̏m̿ͬͮ̄͞҉͚̤͖̱̣̦̳̫̦y̛͇̮͈͈̋͒̆̉̇͐ͫ̆ ̈͒̈̍͏̵̥̼̩̯̤̮ͅs̷̞̟͚̹̤̏̿͋͟ḭ̘̟̱̩̖̩̝ͣ͗͊ͪ̎ͫ͛̚x̴̡̩̥̅̒͠ ̥͎́̾́m̝̥̼͉̲̪̖̓̂ͥ̽̐ͧ̆͟͠ǫ̷̣̹̤̖̩̩̹ͩ̔̍ͪͩû̶̵̪̥̙̯̣̪͕̂̀t̲̼̘ͤ̅ͪͦͪ́̐͌͞h̤̟͓̒̎͗̓̿̿̔́̚͢͞šͧ̅̓̇ͯ̌͏̵̟̳̗̦̻̥͡ͅ ̪͓͂̃́ͭ̓̂͂Å͂ͩͥ̍̓̄͑ͣ͏̡͚̱͖̤͎n̲̺̣ͣ̄͊̍d̷͒ͣͬͤ̈ͪ̚͏̬̗̱̼͎ͅ ̵̙ͫ̈́͒͛̏̑̋s̱̞̥ͣͤͦͨ̑̒ͬ͟͠i̭̖͔̩ͣ̐̄̀ň̸ͦͧͥͨ̌̅͞҉̹̞g̖̜̯̞͙̪̻̀ͣ͊͛̽̆̇̒̀͟͟ ̭̞̣̱̋ͦͯͦt̪̭͗h̥͔̱̝͈̺͇͓̟̽̀͌ͮͭ͠͞ȩ̷̴͖͚̻̲ͣ̿̅͑̓ͮ̚ ̝͎̫̠̜̗͊ͫͬ̑̔ͥ̕s̡̖͔̥̦͚̞̝͚̐̒̉̓͌̈͠o̡̡̘̦͚͌ͯ͆́̉ͭn̻͖̫̮͚̦̖͒̋͘͜g̴̱̻̩̪͚ͯ́͒͋͗̔ͩ̅ ̶͉͈̩͔̟̗͈̄̅ͨͬ̂t̫͙̼̘̻̽͗ͪ̅͆ͦ͗h̅̊͐҉̷͚̖̠̭̘̺̪̖ȁ͎̲͔̭̹̪͒͂͋́ṭ̷̡̲̥̲̰̪̒̾ͤ͛̓̑͢ ̵̪̣̰ͩ̓͞e̜͚͉̤ͯͩ͑͢n̢̪̲̽̐͒̋̎́̚ḏ̵̭̠̤̼̎̾͗̐̑́͑̑͟ͅs̨̤̘͇ͨ́ͫ̎͠͡ ͇͙̜͚͉̘̺͓ͦͪ̂̽̆͒̒̾̉͝t̝̪͓͎̜͕͛̇͘͝ḣ͠͏̢͖̦͕̘͙̞̟̪e̤̯̞̫̳͉̖ͦ̑͝͝ͅͅ ̶̛̤̥͔̮̰̙̭̝̍̌͗̄͌̄̐̋ͮͅe̷͈̥̟̦͍͍̍͒͌̆ͭ̊ȁ̩̟͕͌r͑ͯͧ̇̅̒͛͝͏̖̮͖̱̻̩̬̗t̮͓̠̳̪͑̓̉̒̊ȟ͚̺̟͖͉͙͈̄ͭ̓͘͡ ̵͎̰͇̰̥͔̃̈́́K͙̹̹̘̩͔͍ͥͪ̋͡n̵̡̛͎̙̒͒̽̾̈͒ͨ͋̚ę̵̺̩̞͈̯̞͈̿́ͣ͛͛̈́̿̕e̸͉̰̜̫̎ͫ́ͅl̸̳̬̤̺̣̫͔̥ͫ͐̐̅ͯ̇́͘ ̶͕̭̳̗̖̣̦͓͌̀ͤ͗ͧͩͪ́͆͠i͈͚̹͉͕͙̒ͯ̃n̴̡ͬͬͬ̎ͩ͂ͮ͏̗̤͚͕͓ ̎ͣ͑ͣͮ͏̫̺t̢̏ͤ͂̿̂͗̏́҉̫͚̥h͍͆ͧ͆͌ͦe̵̸̸̼̗͚̳̼̯̰͒͌̃͛ͪ̚ ̫̮̖̝̲͒͐d͗̂̽ͬͤ͗͢҉̜̜͎̣̗̗̰̜́ä͍̭͇ͣ̑̒̇̚̕͡ŗ̟͖̲̲̺̿̾̀͗͒̋kͧ҉̴͈̝̗̻̞͍ͅn̥͖̖̅e͚̱͑̇ͬ͗ş̨̰̘̪̲̙͓͌ͮͯ̏͋̓͊̿s̸͉͙͍̟̰̏ͬ,̧͖̯̥̱͚͗͂́͊ͭ̈́̎̊ͬ͘ ̗̰̳͎̳ͬ̋ͪ̈ͪͧ̅͢͞y͙͚̰͖ͣͫͤͫͨ̌ͯͧ͜e͉̗̠̺̥ͤ̔͒̑̒̓ͪ̀͝t̥̲̼͔̫͚̱͖̅̀͡ ̲̰̱̂̇̃ͤͫn̷̛̼̙̑ͤe̡͍͍͈̼ͨv̯̻̗̜̫̯̰̣̒̽e̝̘̅ͬ̀̊̍́́r͉͈̯͖͚̱̝̽͊ͣ ̰̃͐ͮ̈́ͧ͘s̫̯̯̎͂ͣ͞p̖̙̝̯̗̝̥̞͕ͣ̆͗̽̿ͥ͋̋͝͝a͎ͥ̇̈̕r̞ͩͤ͐̔eͦ͌̔͟͏̵̻̞̺̪d̽͗̑̒͏̸̠̙̯̤͟ ́̄̄͟҉̤Y̜̭ͣ̅ͥ̍͊͌̇͠o̵̩̣ͪ͒͡ͅũ̷̢̝͎̥̝͖̞͑́͗̔̏͌͑́ ̢̛̒̾̉ͯ͑̑͌̋͏̩̳̙̺̘̬̩̟̲h͇̹͙̠͙͕̫͙͓̍͞a̴̧̜̘͍̱̜͓̓ͨ͗̐͌̏ͬ͝v̷̶̜̟͍͔̝͂̅̆ͤ͂̃̀e̷͖̬̤͉͕̍̔̍͜ͅ ̴̛͈ͧ͑͋ͭ͊̽̅ͤ͘n̲͉͖̒ͭ͡òͫ҉̞̝̮̳̟͇̮̕ ̲̂̎͆͗̀͜͡ͅm̢̺̥̏ͩͯͪ̊̕ǫ̷̶̗̣̾ͦͧͦ̅́u̝̥̦̝̰̻̬͌̔t̗̙ͤ̑̔̀h̠̩͇̣͕̮͎͆͜͝ ̸̝̜͔͎͍͔͍͛̈́ͭͨͫ͊͒a̗͇̬̙̳̼͚ͭ̃ͧͧͦ̏̅͐ñ̶̷͓̻̙̗̮͍̗̦͛ͬͫ̂͒̒͐ͨ́ḑ̮̝͎͒̅̂͂ͭͨ͟ ͇͓̺̫̥͓͓̮ͥͭͫ̆ͬ̍ͅŷ̸̤̩̩̲͊̑͢o̡̙̬̦̬͖̺̹̗̜ͧ̑̒ͬ͌ͦ̓͋u̸ͯ͑ͨ͒͛ͮͪ̚͜͏̜̲̪͖͇̩ͅ ͖͎̎͟͡m̓̊͛͠͏̣̺̮̭͙u͕͎̲̖ͬ̍̄̑̅̒͜͞s̷̺̝̫̥͎̟̗̗ͪ̏͡t̡̛̞̬͔͓̠ͬ̿̌̆̔͐̓ͭ́ͅ ̼̯̘͉̀̑ͭ̅ͭs̸̨̪̼̻͚̫̖̓ͬͬ̔̏̚ͅc͋͆͏̸̱̰̤͈̮r̶̡̲̳͉͙͋ͪͥ͒̉ë̡̺͈́ͯ̊ͮ̀͊̍́á̧̗̺̆͜͠m̭̘̤̏ Ḯ̴̛̹̩̹̻͍͚͚̳̅̊̀͛͋̇́ͭ͐ͣ͢͠ ̷̛̋̈̐̓͐̊ͭͫ̊͒҉͇͖̘̬͎̫̣̹̺͇̦̮̦̞̪͚w̢̮͎̬̬̺̜̗̦̦͎̺͎̟̞̓̇ͨ̑ͨͦ͆iͨ̽̈́̇̍̉̂̓̏̍́͞҉̲̬̣͔̹̗̯l̵͙͔̙̣̦͖͕̮̘̲̐͌̍ͬ͑̉͋͑̚̕l̵̵͉͉̥͚̖̭͇̟̙͗̐̽̌͗ ̷̸̴̦̖̱̘͕͍͔̯̩̮̾ͩ͐̍͋ͮͭ̒̾̄ͩ̑̑ͮ͑̓͛͜e̯͍̊͋̓͆͘͠ͅͅn̶̢̜̹̗̤̥̪̬̼̟̪͚̑̈͒ͦͬͬͨͥ̚̕ͅd̡ͤ̄ͣ̆͋͑͑̓̆͊ͮ̓͠͠҉̙͍̘̻̻͔͖̰̭̙̥̗̠̩ͅ ̢̹̺̝̬͍̗̖͔̑̋̂̍̄ỹͨͮͩ͊ͯ͌ͦͪͬͩ̋̽͆͗̉҉̡̳̺̙͍̫̣̜̲̺̱͓̪ͅớ̶̵̛̪͍͍̳̞͔̻̍̒ͤͭ̌̾ͥ͌ͧͤ̈̊̏ͭ͐͠ͅu̴̸̢̪͎̖̲̳̞͇̖̓̇͊ͣͫ̒̀͠,̵̶̥̠̲̤̜͉͕̳̰̤̲̺͔̣̦̩̿̊̽͊ͨ̋ͫͤ́̀̚͞ ̵̨̻̯͔̰̤̺̱̗̱̼̞͍̘̻̘̩͒̓̏̀͛̓̎̋ͩͪ̑̽ͣ̔͜͜ͅt̨͚̲̰͇̰͎̹̞͙ͤ̈́ͬ̅͋͛̈ͯ̉̚͡͝ẖ̛̤̖̟̼̰͎̙̓͒̑̃̄ͨ̔ͯ̀̓ͣ͘͢i̸̪̙̺̰̞͕̥̟͍̗͎̗͙͈̓͆ͤ̆s̫̙͍̺͙̤̳͉̺̥̜̰̪̩̲̗̔̌̂̐̍ͤͧͦͭ̅̅̔͒ͤ̏̓̽̀̀͢͠͝ͅͅ ̷̨̟͓͙͖̫̗̺͉̙͓̰̠͚̮̰̦͎̥̲ͬ̉̈ͦ̍h̢͐ͧ̊̌͏̛͍̙̹͇̫̲͓̰͇̥̙̤͎̥̕ǫ͇̙̮̼̖̗̯̜͇̩̤̠̭̣̭͕̥͚ͨͨ͑̅̆̏ͣ̊̋̊̔͗͛̅͛͌ͤ͊̀͝l̵̡͊̽̒̀̿̉ͩ̐̚͞҉̦̜̼̥̤̳i͛̐͆̐ͤ̽҉̴̮̟̘̥̰̻d͕̭̺̞͐ͮ̃ͩ͋̈́̕͞a̲̜̭͔̲̱͎̩̪̖̟͓ͪͯ͛̊̋̌́͜y̶͈̼̻̭̾̽ͥͬͩ͒̐ͭ̌̂͐ ̂̎̅̄ͯ͑͆̕҉̴͚͉̱͓̦̹̳̫̺̮̟̩̼̗̳̥̯I̛̩͎̹͚͈͚̜ͩ̈ͪ̂̌͒́͑̽̊́ẗ̶̴̡͔̟̬̘̌̓̆̄͂̀͆̿ͦ͐̌̓̅͐ͦ͆̿ ͎̜͖͚̯̹̺͔͎͍͓̣͈̟̜̞͎̭͆̍̓͐̈́̆̓̆͌͆̾̚͜͟c̸͔̝̣͕͍͆͋̾ͭ̎̈́ͩ̊̔ͧ̂͊͗͗͛ͥ͠͞e̴̤̯͙̞͎̘̫̤̮̥̖̥̟̠͋͊̇̿͒ͬ̿̃͆̈́̑̿ͬ͒̅̊̈ͧ͠á̌͆̄͏̨̨̘̙͖͇̟͍̲̻̜̮͔̦̫͕͟s̵̸̵͖͎̲̲̟̥̘̘̘͈̹̰̭͇̘̼̪͙͆ͫͧͯ͒ͭ̾ͪ͌̍ͭ̆̚̕ḛ̢̛͉̜͎̯̗̣̥̱͔̻̙͎̠̂ͭ̅̌̐̇̌̋̆͒ͬ͑̀ͅş̷̙̣̮̺̟̬͍͚͕͚̮̫̹͚͆̊̀ͧ̓̊ͩ̑ͨ͂ͫ̑͗͊̿ͣ̀̚̚͜ͅͅ ͛͗̓̑ͮ̏̀̌̎̏͊ͨ̾҉̵҉̻̲͓̩̠nͦ̔̑́̆ͭ͂̾̂̅҉̡̧̛̻̳͕͔̫̩̝̺̣͈͢ơ̸̵̻̥͈̱̟͖͈̞͍̺̯̳̯͈̼̱ͨ̂ͤ͛̂̓̂ͦͧ̓ͣ̓ͤ̾̔͘͜ẅ̢̢̢̨̩̫͚̭̲̰̺͙̬͇͕͓͓̙̱̥͎͓̥̀ͩ̅̐̂ͮͦͫ͐̉̄̚͡ ̷̥͓̺̖̣͖̘͉̳̣͑̎͂̓͑ͬ̉ͮ͐̃ͣͨ͆̀̀̇̔͠t̛͐̈́̒͑ͮ͋̾̌̀͏̡̜̹̣̯͈̫͈̦͔̮͖̖̠̥̰͇̮ơ̡̧̧̗̣̳̹̣̝̜̖̱̜͓͍̠͍̫̳̈́ͨͯ̎ͫ̅̀̓̎͌ͭ̍̃ͭ͐̈́͒ͥ͝ͅͅ ̨̡̲͇̥̪ͥ̄ͯ̅͋̃ͯͤ͊͗̇̊̽͌̐͑́b̷̙̥͓̘̳͚̰̬̫̝̯ͭ̓̔̃̃̋ͯͭ̀̊̿͋̿̐̕͢ȩ̥̗̱̤̩̘̤̘̘̋̈̊̒ͮ̀̅̓̋ͮ͗͑̓̑̉ͨ̂ͨ ̺͎̭̺̂̐ͦ̉̽͗ͮͧ͑̋̂͐̐̒ͥ̃͛ͤͭ͟͞A͚̪̘͎̟̮͙̖̲̩̱̱ͦͩ̊̋͑͋ͫ͗ͫͪͧ̚͢͢͟l̟̦̫̤̙̖̥̣̱͙̣̱̰͔͇̪̏̐͒̒̒̔́͡l͕̬̻̻̭̠̦̟̣͇̿́̿̾̉ͨ̌̔̀͜͝͡ ̡̝̖̣͈͉͚͇͚͚͕͔̩̩̝͍͍̣̐͒̂͑̏͛̀̇ͪ̉̎͘ṱ̶̛̭̹̭̘ͮ͋ͣ̎̀́͘h̒̋̔͑̒ͨͪ͋̒̋̇͊͌ͮ̈̚͏̶̷̧҉͍̟̜͇̰ḭ̷͎̭̺̗̦͉̫̬ͧ̈̊̆̏ͩͪ̃ͫ̚͡͡s̸̜̭̩̣͈̪͈̘̲̽̍̄̿̓̈́͘͘͘͠ ̷̞̖̬̠̖͈̖̮̝͎͖͕͕̥̤̼ͯͦ̇̐̄̅̽̃̆ͯ̏̅͌ͮͤ̍͐̎̚͟͝b͉̱͉̝̙̘̩̝̠ͯ̆͑̒̆͊ͣ͋ͮ̔̆̈́ͫ͒̚͢͝͡͝y͓̪̭̲̰̣̬̱͎̜͈̠ͫ̑̆̐̀̇ͤ͋̔͆ͤ̑̎͗̿ͫ͝ ̵̢͚͔̘͕̲̬͛ͥ͑̓̔ͥ͐̍ͤͮ͋́ͥͯ͞m̷̢̦̤̫͈̺̲̣̩̘͚̗͉̱̤̣̹͚͗ͨ̽̇͗̀̿ͅÿ́͛ͪ̃ͤ̍̋ͥ̅̽̀͒̾̈̇̑͊͏̱͖̞̱̰̜̯̺͎̺̭̣͉̤͍̕ ̷̨͛͑̈́͛ͣ̈͑ͭͭ̀ͩͥ̎ͥ̂̿̓̚͏̸̳͉̻̝͎̺͓͇͈d̷̸͖͙̰̳̲̲͕̣͓̲͚̘̎̆ͫ̓̌̉̂͂ͨ̀̚e͍͇͎̰̖̰̺͍ͣ̄̿̉͗́̒ͭͭ͗̒ͥ͘͝ͅç̸̞̟̙̝̬̝̼͕̱̰̰͓̣̪͇̅̌̉̈ͥ̈͋̎ͣr̡ͫ͗ͫͣ́̀͠҉͈̜̻̬̜̖͓̞ȩ̸̙̳̰͎̙̞̘͉̗̭̠͖͔̟̄͊ͬͥ́͊͗̀̄̿͊͐͘ẹ̵̷̞͓͓͓̝͖͚̩̗̭̭̯̅̄̈̏͗͆ͬ̿̑̅̏͛̔̂͊͟ͅ ̴̗̙̱͚̻̫̰̖̪̹͔̩͙̇ͩ̈́̍͌͌̐ͮͬ̇͒͜͟͡͝ͅB̐̔ͤ̎ͯ̇̄͒̑̅ͪͨ̾ͪ͠҉̷̺̳̝̞̮̜̯͘ÿͪ̈ͣ́̇͂̽̀̔͊͌͗̐̌̑̿̀͏̧̨̙̪͉̝̟̰̣̭͍͜ͅ ̵̜͈͙̼̰͛ͨ̍̃̌̃́̂́̏͞m̴̡̝̰͙ͨͮ̎̅̐͑ͬͬ͛́̌̀̀͛̌ͪ́͘y̢̧̲̠̫̗̖̣͚͇̤͇̰̹̅ͬ̈̃̎ͭ̓̐̀͜ ̸͒́̅ͯͭ̔́̚͠҉̠̩̰̯̖͎̬̬̖̬̳̯̝̥̖̟͡ͅẇ̗͓̦̦̺̮ͫ͛̎̐̈ͦ̊ͩ̔̀͋̊̀͡͞ö̶̶̮͚̫̫͓̱͉̰̰̟́̔ͧͭ̔ͯͭͩ̈́̽ͫ̚͜͜r̶͔͍̮̘̗̳͖̫̞̼̲͍͑̔̍̅̂̆̿ͮ̅͛̍̅̆̑̌̄́͞ͅͅd̴̡̢͓͉̞̭̭̲͇͙̹̤̬̼͔̅ͯ̇̅͂̊ͮͨ̒ͤ̈́̆̊ͪ͂̈͒ͣͭ͜ ̶̡͎̞̳͇͕͖͔̜̼̖̮͚̥ͫ͆̇ͧ̂ͮ̄ͫ̎̊ͯ̌͌̕͢͡ḁ̷͚͎͓͙̰̱̃͊̽̆ͭͫ̋̏̐̄́͝ͅs̨̛͎̮̝͎ͥͦͧͫ̓̽̄̄̄ͩͫ͡ ͧ͂͗ͥ͑̾͌ͣͦ҉̕͏̨̺̪̗̩̭̠̺̺̗̼̙͚͕̝V̸͓̻͉͓͈͇̠͇̹̗̂̌ͬ̎͂ͯ̐͝ǫ̶̧̥̼̟̝̯̳̂̎̄ͬ́͗ͬͥͨ̅͊͘ȉ̛̠̙͔̼̼͎ͯͭ̑ͥ̂ͩ̇̊͑̚͠d̟̬̝̰͕̣̫̗̬ͯͥͪ̂̓̾́̀͡ ̩̳̤͉ͧ͐̂͂͛ͪ̽́́̚Yͭ̆̇̒̀̏ͧͤ͒̈́̉̒ͤ͛ͯ͊̚͏̸̦͈͉͖̠̪̝̬̯͚̦͢͟ͅo̶͖͖̩̲̞̟̮̠̱͌̔̎ͫ͐̔͗̈́͊̓ͧ͜u̢̳̝̤̪̗̙̲̹̬̣̬̙̖̝̙̭͈̙͋͌ͩͯͥ̃͊̈́̊͒͌̾ͧ̓̐̂̽͟ ̡̠̫̟̝̣ͬͨͩ̀̌̓ͧ͆͛̂̑̑̂ͨ͂ͭ̚͘͜s̨̬̫̥͍̼͖̳̝͙̆̓̊͒̃͒͆͜h̢̰͎̪̭͇̗̙̗̙̭̻̫̪̏ͣ̾ͫ̿ͬͮ͠aͯ̋͌̈͗ͯ̉͏̧̰̹̪͙͡lͯ͑̎ͤͥͪ̆̌ͯ̀̒̏̀̓҉̱̺̟̱̙̘̫͍̗͖̳͖͉̺̮̰͟ͅl̸̢͓̲̝̰̝͎̗̠̞̝̹̪͔͙ͥ͋̑̔̋ͯ̍̔̄͛̈ͩ̑̎́͝͠ ̷̷̧̡̟͖̱̫̬͛̃͐͒͗ͦ̀̌͑́͂ͧ͂c̨̖͓̬̱̹͓͐̋̽͗ͥ̃̄͟e̷̼͇̫̼̟̱̗̟̭̫̞͕͎͕̜͍̮ͤ̄̐͊̈ͯ̓ͧ̌͆͗̌̈́a̶̵͍͇̼̭̘͎̘̟͖̟̗͙̞̭͔̠̦ͦ̀̉ͧ̋ͮͣ̏ͬ̆͂ͤ͝ͅs̨̘̲̱̺̪̼̳̱͈̣ͫͫͮ͆ͦ̌͋̑̀̍̒͊̈ͣ́̆̓̈́ě̶̼̖̳͈̜͍̲̼̱̮̜͍̼̗̗͕̘̪̬̀̌̓̆̍̋̀̚͢͟ ͌̃̒̇͊̌ͣ̍̔̂̚͏̨͖͚̳͚͖t̨̛͈̮̦̼̻̭̫̗̏͆̓͐ͪ̆͒̿͋̎̌ͭ̃ͣ̇̿ͭ͠o̻̯̼̠ͫ̓̈́̾ͬͬ͢͢ ̸̨̧͙̣͔̖̟̯̺̫̝̩̮̣͎̣͇̹͐ͤ͛̊͐ͣ̃ͤ̂̚ͅģ̶̦̗̪̦̮̝̼̖̗͖̻͕͖͇̋̍ͮͬ̃ͧ̊̔̐ͤ̇̊̋̇̚͠r̸̛̩͈̗̙̗̲̺̯̤͚͓̞̟̙̦̈́ͣ́ͪ̾̍͌̇̈́ͦ͋͑ͥ͆́̚͡ȩ̴̶̖̹̲̣̘̝̭̗̥͉͔̭̮͋ͥ͋̀̊̅͋̐̊̆̄̎̇͢ę̸̵̛̰͚͚̳̿̇͌ͨ͊̄̓ͦ̽͌̇̾̓̑ͥ̓͛ͩͧd̸̽̃̑̂ͨ҉̶̨͇͕̦̱̲̗̗̟͎͚̹͖̫̤͕̤ ̴̡̡̫͈͍̠̜̭͈̪ͬ̅ͫͪͮ̾̉́ͮ̊̊̅͗͗͌͊̀̚͝a̽̈́̌ͮ̐̆͋̃҉͍̣̹͍̤͍̮̭̼̀͝n̉ͭͮ͌̑͏̴̡̦̹̥̭̞͓̝̕͞d͎͚̟͚̑͐̈́͒̉ͪͦͪͬͮ͌̏͆͘̕͜͢͞ ̡̪̰̭̩̟̱͍̪͎̫͈͂͒̑͝͝͡y̦͍͙͈̩͉͓͍͚͐ͣ͊ͪͦͤ̒͂̏ͪ́ͯ̃̚͟͝ơ̸̳̭̩̘̘̼͉͛ͧ̒͗ͧ͋̓̽̓ͫ̅́ͬ͒͂̍̚͟ͅṷ̷͇̬̳̘̘̪̝͔̪̙͂͊ͧ̌ͤ̂͊ͦ̌ͤͪ̐ͫ̈́̋̌̚̚͘͢͟ ̧̛̫̻̘̯̇ͩ͌̓̎̂̾̎ͨ̉̓̚̕͟s̭̤̦̣̞̙̖̼͎͆̎̍̒̿̔ͭ̆ͭ̇ͩ͆̀͟h̖̗̺͕̣̘̟̖̻̜̤̙̩̬̻͌͒̋́̌ͪ͘͟ͅa̶̷̵̭̣͉̟̘̙ͦ̂͒͌ͬͧ̒̆̎͗ͤ̋͘͞ļ̶̴͚̝̰͍̟͎̪͎̼̌͆̍ͣ̍̀͘l̨̛̆̋̃ͫ͒̂͑͌̄̓ͣ̌̽̅̄͡͡҉̫͉̫̱̯͎̻̖̞̺̖̼͖̖ͅ ̡̑͆̈́̐̉͂̉͆͆̏̐̍́̑ͯ̚̚҉̼̹͇̪̞̱̲͍̝̖̩ͅͅS̨̫̘̬̻͖͓̙̞̣̰̣̊̔ͬ͒̽̑͋̀͟͠ͅų̵̴̲̜͙͉͚͖̙̙̦͐͊́͑̂̅͗ͭ̾ͮf̷͓̙̪̩̩̞̽̂̃͒̌̐͌́ͥ̿͗̎̏͊̽̊̈́̽̀̚f̷̛͇͓̝͙̩̬̫̹̦͍̙̖̼͎ͨ̔̏̄̂͌̂̂ͯ̿̔̀́͑̊̚͜͜͜ḕ̵̱̦̠̙̠͉̣̮̭̲̪̹͖̭ͩ̂̒̈́͊ͭ̂̓̉̑͗ͣ̒ͯͤͦ̀̕̕r̯̺͔̘͍̳͓̲̝̭͇͎̫͑ͬ͒̽̊ͧ͑ͮ̀͠͡ͅ E̡ͧ҉̟̦͕̥̭̲̲̞̪v̞͌̏̌ͮͦ̐̈́͋́͘e̐͛ͥ͋̕҉̝̭͖̪̀r̫̭͈̠̳̿̂͋ͮ́́ͥy̴̢̗̓̾ͦ̈́ͥͧ̚̚t̸̗̦̓̌ͥh̵͎͓ͦͩͫ̓ͨ̄i͉̥̍͂̃̿ͬ̇̕͠n͐̾͐ͥ̓̄͏͕̗̗̹̦̙̗́g̮̺̱̝͓̱͗́̒ͩ̾̀ͅͅ ͫ̋̐̈̌͢҉̡̩͙̬͓͓̙͕͎R̴̥̟̙̒͐̒͢e̠̳̳̰͎̻͔̻ͭ̋͂ͣͮ͋͟͡m̴̜̳ͨ͐̒ͬḁ̜͕̏ͬ̌̌͊̐ͭ̋̚ͅi̲͎͍̜̽̐̆̓͑̀̈́͋ͮń͙̯̪̰̣͆͜s̼̰̱̜̋ͪ́͞ ͮ̓͒̉͆̇҉͏͇̣̳͙â̢̪͍̺̘̳͈̓ͮ͌͡ș̘͖̈͢͜ ̸̨̱̞̰̼̻̦̮̓̌̅̌̆͊̂͟i̢̛͇̩̘̥̲͚͙͍̜̇̃̑̍̑̀ẗ̞̂ͩ͐͋ ̟͎̮̪̝͗̃̌̏ͧ͊͢ͅṊ͙̗͍̠̉ͪ̿ͫ̌̍ͦ̚ę̛̯̫̣̤̮̾ͦ̇̀ͅv̼̹̳͚̗͉͙̌e͈̪͉̠̮̎͋͞r͊҉̤̪͉ ̷̋͜҉̬̼̮͕͔̠Ẅ̷͎̖̥̒ͫ̒ͪ̌ͪͅḁ̬̰͇ͩ̂̄͛̑ͭͫͣͨ́s̶͍͈̜̤̱̙̻͌̈ͧ̔ OOC
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Bella Cherin • N/A • Fool • Threat: 0 • SD: 15 • Beli: 6,950,000 • L: Bausyer Island![]() Jeanne C. L. Hawes • Assassin • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD: 102 • Beli: 14,650,000 • L: North Blue, Torino Island | |||
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