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| Khepri | Jun 7 2013, 11:07 AM Post #16 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Off screen or off prose as it were, Cosmo had been defeated in the siege, which was pretty much a given. After being cut down, he was captured as if he were someone of at least moderate importance, which was obviously far from the truth. Now he was tied to what was obviously a stake. He was held down down with chains and cut and bruised with dark purple welts which popped against his pale green flesh. Cosmo’s look was that of amusement, he gazed into the crowd and saw them burning an elegantly built effigy of himself damn near on par with anything Cyan ever burnt, just to mock him. He couldn’t help but start to sneer as the burlap sack of his face started to smolder and slump as flames crept up. By the time Minnie arrived on the scene, the masked executioner, who was simply the pudgy woman now wearing a black pillowcase over her head was drenching the kindling under Cosmo’s feet with the likes of Whippo fluid. Cosmo tried to wiggle his way up as the lit torch got closer to the stack of hay, only to freeze up just as the torch itself paused. He raised his head slightly to get an idea of what the executioner was doing, “Say your last words!” She shrieked. Cosmo blinked trying to go out on a more competent note, but yet, nothing came to him, “I’m kind of blank. My mind is still on the effigy thing; that was just unnecessary.” He made his peace and closed his eyes, expecting for the rush of agonizing and unbelievable pain that would excruciate him for a significant and incredibly cruel amount of time. But yet, there was no heat, although the crowd did not appear to have grown calmer. He opened one eye and in that eye he caught a glimpse of his blubbery savior. Cosmo breathed a weak sign of relief, “Oh, hey Minette, you’ve got some excellent timing, I’ll give you that at least.” Optimism struck Cosmo for a minute as the group calmed and accepted Minette’s words. For a moment he thought they would be still and calm. He closed his eyes once more with a feeling of zen, but once he opened them he noticed a lack of Minette at the stand. Cosmo blinked and then look forth to the mob to see Minette floating around in “the wave”, “I don’t know what I expected.” Cosmo muttered to himself. He lurched forward, the chains tying him to the stake digging and crushing his chest, ”Is there no emotional middle ground with you fanatics?” He openly questioned which gave the group pause. “He’s right, we’re being ridiculous. “Shame on us.” “We can easily kill Mr. Hostess while we celebrate Minette!” “Huzzah!” Cosmo relaxed back into his place against the stake, “Long past the point of caring.” He sighed. With his leg he axe kicked the stake at the base, his mild displeasure turning into the strength to cause enough damage to snap it. With Cosmo’s weight, the stake fell forward, slowly, in a matter akin to a tree fell by the likes of a lumberjack. Cosmo shot out his legs, which ended up being a dual kick straight into the face of the executioner, who now also fell along with Cosmo. For a moment, he had trouble attempting to balance on her skull once he was on the ground, but that was quickly rectified when he hopped off and planted both of his feet solidly on the ground. The weight of the stake on his back kept him at a right angle, but he was able to maneuver his head a bit to look forward. He gave the group a glare, which didn’t matter since they were paying him no mind. He charged forward, chasing after Minette, with every intention of saving her as she had saved him twice before… maybe not. Still, whatever Cosmo’s plan started at his loafers, which soon began to glow a light blue, whist giving off a hazy fog, as the room itself became cold with the chill of the underworld. He ran through the group, kicking with low, and agile kicks. Oddly enough, he wasn’t kicking at the customers; so much as he was kicking at their feet. He made the last stomp and then stopped dead in his tracks, the group of customers looking on in silence, ”Frappé Field” He coldly whispered, in a way that embarrassed him. With the mildly intense words uttered, the customers all harmlessly slipped to the ground, probably sending Minette flying. The ground had been covered in a slick layer of frost, which didn’t make for good traction. With his little Samurai thing over, Cosmo straightened his back, accepting the full weight of the stake. He shook his head, “You guys ought to be ashamed! Acting a damn fool and committing a war crime, just because your lunch is a bit late! There’s a misunderstanding and we’re trying to get this sorted out!” He raged, as much as he could rage, which was admittedly closer to mild annoyance from any other person. Still, there wasn’t much of a reaction, so Cosmo’s frustration only escalated, “Alright fine. I’m giving you a choice: either wait patiently, or start eating that battering ram.” The silence this time held a different tone, one of unease. To break it there was a sheepish utterance of “We’ll be good” |
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Leens & Khepri by Neon Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta Others
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| ThtGyNmdFsh | Jun 8 2013, 06:05 AM Post #17 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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That Guy Named Fish
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"Grr.." Aspen's impatience grew as she stood alone in the kitchen of Highwater Bistro, on Yu-Wan's order. One could easily tell how frustrated the waitress was, as she had unconsciously picked up a fork within arm's reach and bent it into an acute angle. She then bent it back on itself into an equally dramatic angle in the other direction, and repeated without really thinking about it while she waited for her boss to arrive with the others. After a good minute or so she found the metal utensil heating up in her hand, and the metal became noticeably easier to bend. It wasn't long before she snapped the fork into two pieces, which she put down on the island behind her. Aspen was a polar opposite of herself earlier this morning, there were so many little annoyances that built up and were, for some reason, magnified to the point of enraging the mermaid. In the time that Aspen had lived at Highwater Bistro, she had managed to keep her outbursts, for the most part, "under control". That being said, the staff of the floating restaurant were familiar with her chaotic temperament, and by now had witnessed the extremes of her mood swings. Though she did her best to avoid causing any serious trouble, it just couldn't be helped that Aspen's less-than-pleasant side was so easily provoked. Nobody had yet managed to figure out what exactly set Aspen off so easily, nor was anyone certain that the waitress could shed any light on the matter; hell, nobody wanted to bring it up with her in the first place. As far as anyone was concerned, her occasional tantrums were akin to natural disasters in the sense that resisting or otherwise attempting to prevent them was futile, and the best anyone could do was get out of the way now and help clean up later. Just as Aspen was about to commit to an act of insubordination, Yu-Wan finally burst into the kitchen with Minette over his shoulder. Aspen opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a sound Yu-Wan had given her a short speech and disappeared through another door. "What?" Aspen stood silent for a moment, as she wasn't exactly sure what to make of it. She went over his words again in her head to see if she could make any sense of them. Unfortunately, the only part of his speech that didn't sound like insanity was another order, this time asking her to rally the staff and get them ready to work. She frowned for a moment, Yu-Wan was in such a hurry that Aspen didn't get a chance to talk to him about what exactly was going on. Though the short encounter had distracted her from her previous anger, and now she at least had something to do. Aspen left the kitchen and headed downstairs to the staff deck, where she began hunting down the wait staff. In no time she had mustered the majority of the staff in the dimly-lit central lounge of the staff deck, she could tell that they too had no clue what was going on. "All of you have 10 minutes to clean up, don your uniforms and report to the main dining room!" Save for a whispered exchange or two, the group was completely silent. They all knew Aspen, and she did have a certain amount of authority over the wait staff like her co-workers, but none of them could believe what was being asked. It wasn't until Aspen affirmed her order with a "Now!" that people actually started moving, and all at once the staff deck turned into a storm of people rushing to get ready. In the mean time, Aspen went door-to-door on the staff deck and checked rooms to see if there was anyone she had missed. Luckily, it seemed that she had managed to get everyone on this deck moving, so there was no need for any additional effort on her part. "Huh.." Just as Aspen was about to head back upstairs she noticed the door to an unused room was open, and decided to investigate. As she approached the door, she was blind-sided by a staff member and knocked onto her back. For a few moments Aspen laid on her back staring at the ceiling, she had hit the ground pretty hard and was too dizzy to try and get up. She shut her eyes as tightly as she could and opened them again moments later, then flinched at the light surging into her pupils. If today had been any other day, the offender may have been able to apologize and everything would have been okay. But today wasn't any other day, today was today, and today Aspen was mad. She pushed herself to her feet, dismissing the assistance offered by a few of the staff, and shooed them away. She then fixed her uniform and turned toward the door that she was going to investigate earlier, only to see that some member of staff had closed it. This was the last straw. Aspen vs. Door Aspen approached the door in a rage, grabbed it by the knob and furiously swung it open. She then held the door by the side and kicked a hole through it, and was surprised to see how pitiful the material was. The shipbuilders probably cut corners and installed crappy doors in the unfurnished rooms, cheap bastards. Anyway, having been satisfied with her foot going straight through the laughable material of the door, Aspen punched another hole through the door, kicked through another time, ripped off a large chunk, and then grabbed the very top and tore it in half. She then gripped the lower half that remained attached and ripped it away from the door frame. She slammed the debris on the ground and stomped into the room, paying no mind to the group of staff members that froze like statues while watching her demonstration of rage. After Aspen disappeared into the room the staff returned to their hustle and bustling, and some moved in to clean up the mess in the angry mermaid's wake. Aspen leaned against a wall on the inside of the room and took some deep breaths, she felt better after having let of some steam but ultimately ended up feeling bad about it. She cupped her face in her hands for a moment and, having regained her composure, continued her inspection of the room. The first thing she noticed was the sound of running water, so she moved in the direction of the second room that branched off of this one. When she got closer, she saw a pile of gross-looking clothes on the floor, and an orange-haired girl was using the shower in the corner of the room. Aspen lived on this deck, and she was sure she had never seen a staff member with bright orange hair before; this stranger required further observation. Aspen walked into the room, she knew that this situation was going to end up being weird so she figured a straightforward approach would prevent any additional awkwardness. As she closed the distance with the girl, Aspen got a closer look at the pile of clothes on the floor; they smelled fishy, and the strength of it's stench was so strong that she could almost taste it on her tongue. She knew that scent, it took her a few seconds to pin it but when she did, she was certain of it. "Gumbi.. oh dear.." Aspen muttered under her breath. Not only could she smell Gumbi herself on the clothes, but the clothes were saturated with the horrific medicine that Minette had been feeding her. Aspen bit her lower lip, she looked up at the girl and decided she would treat this situation delicately, under the assumption that the worst case scenario had happened. "Uh, hey.." Aspen took a few steps closer to the girl before stopping in her tracks, she didn't want to risk making the stranger uncomfortable, especially if Aspen was correct as to why she was here in the first place. "I saw your clothes.. you don't have to tell me how you got here if you don't want to, but.." Aspen stopped, she was sure that she had the situation figured out, and she wanted to help, but she couldn't pry any further in fear of making things worse. "..uhm, I can bring you some clean clothes, and maybe something to eat..?" For some reason Aspen took it upon herself to take care of this stranger, so she opted for something simple, and had even started on her way out of the room before the girl could answer. She had already invaded this girl's privacy enough, the least she could do was bring her a snack and something to wear. Edited by ThtGyNmdFsh, Jun 8 2013, 06:45 AM.
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Nei ☠ -- ☠ Inventor, Doctor, Marksman, Navigator ☠ -- ☠ Threat: 0 SD Earned: 110 ☠ Beli: 10,100,000 ☠ Location: Grand Line Strength: 30 ☠ Speed: 30 ☠ Stamina: 27 ☠ Accuracy: 50 ☠ Fortune: 37 ☠ Focus: 65 Dialogue Color: #6B8E23 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| ♠ Shamma | Jun 8 2013, 07:40 AM Post #18 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sea Urchin ping pong was a game Aladid had dreaded when growing up in the Fishman district. It was sort of game the bigger and crueler species thought up to mess with those less physically capable. There was little mental abuse in the idea, Aladid doubted that any of his tormentors in his junior years had the mental capacity to think up such haunting schemes; but they were certainly capable of thinking up physically violence. An undeveloped pointy shell was useless against heavy wooden paddles, Aladid’s lightweight making him the perfect ball for two hammerhead twins to swat him over a net made up of several unfortunate eels. Sometimes they would catch electric eels and intentionally smash him into the net. The horrors of youth… So a door to the face was insignificant to the little thief, even if it sent him soaring to the other side of the room. Aladid could have sworn that mid-flight, the oversized sea monster had attempted to catch him with her teeth, though his aerial velocity was too great for him to become a snack for the second time in 24 hours. He wondered briefly why everyone else was so calm about this giant menace just up and eating people, how they believed it was even safe to house the ferocious creature on the ship he had designed but then he struck a wall and quickly forgot all of those concerns. Striking the wall with his front, Aladid took the full force of the clash instead of his spines. It was a small blessing in that he was not helplessly pinned against the side, the idiots that owned the vessel would probably forget his existence and leave him at the mercy of the beast. The short carpenter realised they had done that anyway when he finally slid back down to the floor, looking across the water to see that everyone had vacated the room bar the fussy monster. The creature appeared to be aware of his presence, she was sniffing the air and looking around for him cautiously but he was so insignificant that her eyes did not spot him when sweeping the room. Deciding against another trip down the Sea Princess’ throat, Aladid snuck along the edge of the room until he found a small vent that sat just above the waterline. The carpenter remembered that the vents were added to prevent the partially submerged room from become entirely so, draining out excess water when it went above a point. He grasped at the bolts holding the vent in place, making short work of his own builder’s shoddy handiwork and sliding off the waterproof piece. Aladid was a schemer. He predicted misfortune in his plans because it was a common occurrence in his daily life. Whilst the small hole into this larger room was the only hidden entrance he had designed to gain access in the ship, he had made sure to adjust all the inner workings of the vessel to be just wide enough for his tiny stature to crawl around in. There was a worst case scenario to consider, and it had basically happened to him, so Aladid grinned brilliantly as he clambered inside the vent and pulled it shut behind him. Everything was connected. A hidden network for those of stunted growth (he was short even for a sea urchin). He had needed to adjust the size of these hidden tunnels through the vents when he had realised the ship’s new owner would be an elderly gentleman barely a few inches taller than him, but fortunately his client's… robust size meant he did not have to shrink the secret passages too much. But there were precautions he did not usually have to take as he scurried along on his front; he had to lower his sharp spines so they did not start to scratch against the sides of the passageways. As he made his way through the vessel, the urchin grew a little annoyed that he had not stolen the water way system that the restaurant utilised to get the staff around the ship quickly. It would make his progress considerably faster, being a capable swimmer and fishman, though there were flaws in adopting the system that had made him think against it... Aladid had spy holes and small vents to peek out of for all his tunnels. He was a nosy type, a thief had to be if he was going to steal away things of great value. People rarely hid those things in plain sight and he had found eavesdropping to be the best means of extracting that information. So far all the little peepholes he had looked through when crawling around the vents revealed only empty rooms, but as he passed a particular bathroom vent, he noticed activity. It was the zombie girl. Only she looked less brain-hungry, decayed flesh risen dead as she stripped away her ruined clothing. Being a curious young male, Aladid paused beside the vent and continued to stare through it. His smile grew exponentially once the orange haired girl was entirely naked. ![]() His view was only enhanced when she stepped into the shower, completely unaware of his presence as he looked down from above. She was not the most attractive girl he had ever seen, but one of the few he had been able to see naked. He guessed stupid humans were not so bad in that regard. It grew harder to remain still throughout the spectacle, his lower body struggling to settle, the movements threatening to scrape his iron spines against the sides of the small ventilation shaft. But he managed to stay quiet, getting another spectacular view when some other female walked into the bathroom. It was only now that Aladid realised his genius; a spying vent that allowed him to look on either side of the curtain! He made a note to find out where this new female bathed before he was done robbing the ship for... educational purposes. Whilst watching the orange haired girl was nice, this other model put her to shame with those curves and assets! That the short old coot had managed to hire a lovely lady with so much personality meant there was still hope for him yet! But for now, Aladid was content to just watch. |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| NeonCactus | Jun 12 2013, 02:30 PM Post #19 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Farragoic Imbroglio
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It took all of three seconds after Minette ascended the staircase for Yu-wan to realize that Minette's safety had basically been trusted to Cosmo. He cursed the smelly stranger, himself and his choice in employees as well, but mostly Cosmo. He straightened up, his elderly frame cracking loudly from the effort. He had been a monster in his day, but he wasn't delusional enough to fancy himself a powerful fighter anymore. But Minette... He chewed nervously on the tip of his left whisker. It had been ages since he felt this sort of pressure. To put anyone but Minette in front of them would be suicide, but to leave her alone (or with Cosmo) was just as unthinkable. "If I hear anything, I'll go. No need to rush." ”W-wait!” "...they might be leaving. She's just trying to-" "...you idiots! She's mine!" 'Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-" Yu-wan took the stairs three at a time. He was 'cautious', more than he'd like to admit, but he cared more about Minette than he did his own safety now. He had already proved that with the risk of this restaurant, and he wouldn't go back on his word. She was his #1 Product, and his only family left. There was no question by the time he passed the podium that he was committed to this fight. He would tear these people limb from limb, Rivera-style. Just like the old days. He could feel the adrenaline pumping again, his heart pounding, the things before him more targets than people. He was the head of the Royal Guard. He was the Hitokiri Bat- ”Frappé Field” The overwhelming cheese of these two words cut through Yu-wan's focus like a band-saw. "What kind of-" His feet touched the slick frost at top speed and he collided with one of the customers who had fallen for the same horribly named tech, ending up in a jumble on the floor. He couldn't even pretend to care. "That name. Oh my god. That's so... Oh my god." He struggled to stand, sweeping the crowd. "Who had the balls? Where are you?!" The black hooded woman tried to help him steady himself and he slapped her hands away. He was obviously still riding the adrenaline high, unfortunately for Cosmo. "Why would you even say that!? WHERE ARE YOU!?" |
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Maxwell Rogard What He Has To Be • Rank: Lieutenant (15) • SD Earned: 143 • Beli: 34,820,000 • Location: Where Justice Dwells •§ Strength: 67 § Speed: 36 § Stamina: 36 § Accuracy: 36 § Fortune: 43 § For Her Pleasure
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| Titan | Jun 13 2013, 01:08 PM Post #20 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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”Take a picture with me next, Minnie!” Oh, goodness! Minette would never have imagined that her photo opportunity offer would be received with such terrifying enthusiasm, or else she would have thought twice before speaking. In the back of her mind, she was glad that she had been apparently successful in placating the irate crowd, and she supposed that despite the people’s frightening zeal, she was not actually in any real danger as long as she did not get accidentally trampled beneath all the commotion. Still, getting tugged left and right was unpleasant and the constant flashes exploding in her face were disorienting as well. She couldn’t even curl up and hide like she usually did when scared. ”Minette, hold my baby!” ”Eh!?” Before the waitress could protest, an infant was thrust into her arms, and she didn’t have time to do anything but smile weakly and wonder if this was what that purple boy had been talking about. Then, the picture was snapped and she handed the baby back, and she was drawn deeper into the vortex of cameras and limbs. Just when she was sure that she was about to suffer from a panic attack, though, she felt a chill from somewhere—she wasn’t really sure which direction was up—as though the weather had suddenly told colder, and the next thing Minette knew, she was sailing through the air. ”Oof!” she cried, as she crashed into a wall. The impact hurt, but fortunately Minette’s clumsiness frequently propelled her into various surfaces at high speeds, so she was at least somewhat used to the sensation. She was glad she had not shot right through the wall, as she occasionally did when executing some of her more spectacular pratfalls. But still, experience didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to have a bump on her head! Rubbing the sore spot, Minette sat up and tried to regain her bearings. ![]() ”Boss?” the minnow girl asked, hearing the old fishman’s voice but not immediately seeing him due to her blurry vision. As her eyes cleared, though, the scene that materialized before her was alarming—the vast majority of the patrons were sprawled across the deck, and although none of them looked seriously hurt, the accident was clearly a public-relations disaster, and Cosmo was lecturing them about something too! Minette’s reaction to this type of situation was somewhat strange. Because she was so used to her mistakes leading to incredible guilt and shame, her mind was somewhat conditioned so that she felt responsible whenever anything went wrong, even though she was fairly sure that she had not caused this particular mishap. Well, in retrospect, she supposed she had indirectly caused these things to happen. ”Everyone, I...I...” Minette began, instinctively formulating an apology, before realizing that the crowd was strangely calm. Had...had she done her job?Why was Boss shouting? Was he angry? Had she done something else wrong? What was even going on? ”Waaaaah~!” the waitress wailed, bursting into panic tears as she fled the scene. That was her intention, anyway, but she instantly slipped, and some of the patrons looked at each other awkwardly as Minette thumped down the stairs. Edited by Titan, Jun 14 2013, 12:54 AM.
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| Khepri | Jun 16 2013, 10:58 AM Post #21 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Owner of Khepri
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After all that shounen schlock, Cosmo was still able to stand. His legs continued to buckle, both from simply tiredness, and the weight of a large plank of absurdly flammable and splinter-heavy wood strapped to his back. He looked through the pile of defeated civilians for Minnie. It wouldn’t be too hard, she was easy to spot in a crowd, unless she somehow died, and was somewhere deep in the pile of customers, and if that was the case, Cosmo was probably going to get fired, “Bummer” Cosmo walked through the fallen customers, who were variously groaning, although, probably fine, unless they were an infant. Amidst all the groaning and the growl of stomachs there was a small utterance of “Oof!” which Cosmo quickly identified as Minnie. The mild rage quickly became a content grin. Cosmo began his stride towards the possibly injured or maimed Minnie (Who would've become Maimdie, to give her the all clear, but then… “Boss?” and the barks of a mad dog filled the air, and Minnie had ran off with great haste. His mild grin had been replaced by the likes of a deep scowl, upon the violent boss rage that had now been triggered. The worn out muscles executing the scowl strained, and pulled on others, forming deep and shadowy crevices under Cosmo’s eyes. He wrenched his neck around, causing more crevices through his neck, as well as a dusty wrenching sound from his vertebrae. Across the fallen crowd he eyed Yu-awn, his eyes blank, and cloudy. Despite the man’s rage, Cosmo strode towards him, although the weight of the stake still tied to his back put him back at a right angle, so instead he sort of came at Yu-awn like a battering ram. Because this situation called for some kind of face to face argumentative confrontation. At least Cosmo had the common courtesy to come to a screeching halt, or he would have if some jackass hadn’t froze the floor. So instead of stopping a few inches away from Yu-awn, Cosmo instead slid past him, and then went over the railing, landing on the second floor with a loud crash which was accompanied by the like of a bony and bloody crack. Within a few seconds there was a new sound in the form of some awkward pitter-patter up the stairs, the first pitter being a bit of a stomp as if Cosmo had to step over the likes of a large obstruction at the base of the stairs. As such, Cosmo arrived at the top of the stairs, blood dripping from his mouth, and the ropes keeping the stake to his back wound all the tighter. Once again he made the walk to Yu-awn, and this time an actual walk instead of some charge. His steps were all the weaker, and the look of his face had lost its edge of intensity and simply reverted to some expression of “why bother?” Because of the stake and his back, he actually had to look up to look Yu-awn in the eyes. Eye-contact was important when talking to one's employer before termination, no matter how cloudy your eyes were. Of course, Cosmo didn’t have anything to say for quite some time, he managed to get a cough in, but otherwise he was pretty stumped. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few awkward seconds, Cosmo finally conjured up some words, “I’m sorry boss, I got caught up in the heat of the moment. It was fairly intense up here.” He dryly replied, just as one of the trebuchets released and flung a ball of lead into the restaurant. |
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Leens & Khepri by Neon Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta Others
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Admittedly, Natalie had been caught by surprise by the other person’s sudden appearance. She couldn’t really see the other being, and barely heard what they had said, but the teen was able to discern that it was indeed a woman. A fairly sympathetic one, even. And she had been right; Natalie was not going to tell her how she had gotten here. Natalie was never going to tell a soul about that nightmare journey. It would forever become a repressed memory that sometimes made it’s way into her conscious mind as a night-terror or ‘Nam flashback. “I would love some food, please.” As if to drive home the request Natalie’s stomach growled, but it sort of sounded like a dinosaur doing back flips. The nice lady probably hadn’t heard that though. “Hopefully..” But wait! What if she brought something Natalie hated? Generally someone wouldn’t be picky after having been stuck in a monster’s belly, but young girls were allowed to be picky! I mean, who better to make stupid demands? “Wait a sec!” After fumbling for a moment with the knobs Natalie looked at, luckily, found a towel hanging over the shower wall. She wasn’t entirely sure why a towel was kept in an abandoned room, but then again this was also a huge closet-dojo-shower room. The towel had been a little short and tight-fitting, but at least it covered up everything it needed to. Not like any creepers were watching. So now donning her new ensemble, Natalie left the shower and followed her mystery helper towards the door. And she was rather pretty from behind. “If it’s not too much trouble, I don’t want raspberry lemonade.” Natalie was pretty humble in her presentation of the request, but if it wasn’t respected she would probably be pissed. To be certain that the waitress-looking woman had heard her Natalie had grabbed onto the back of her sleeve, leaving a dainty blotch on it. Man, Natalie was just trampling on this chick’s kindness. And it was pretty embarrassing. That and being in a super short towel. At least it was just the two girls present. “This is reaaaally embarrassing..” But seeing as how this day was doomed to be terrible for pretty much anyone on the Highwater Bistro, this new encounter could only end in a worse way. So of course, just as Natalie was going to relinquish her grasp on the mermaid waitress and apologize for her imposition, instead she shifted her weight slightly and slipped on the pool of water that had built up at her feet, all thanks to the short towel that had failed to dry the girl’s legs. Natalie’s natural reaction was to hold on the only sturdy thing nearby, and being that it was another person who was not particularly heavy or nearly as strong as Natalie, Aspen came down with her. Before she knew it the busty server-lady was on top of her, arms splayed out to either side of her. Aspen had been breaking her fall, but to Natalie it was intense positioning. “Wait wait wait wait wait wait...” She was caught unawares; this was the last thing Natalie had thought would come from the temperamental waitress. It was obvious that the other girl had been pulled down to the floor by accident, but here on the wet floor of the big empty dojo, nobody else around (presumably), the circumstances were tough to read. “I mean, you’re pretty and all but I just..” Natalie’s sentence trailed off into nothing as she sort of stared blankly at the other woman for a few seconds, mouth agape. Luckily it didn’t take long for random happenstance to wander by and diffuse the awkward situation. “Why’s this door all broken- ..oh god it’s Aspen.” A foreign (and rather timid) voice murmured outside in the hallways, then followed by a vague whisper. Some staff had apparently noticed the previously abandoned room’s new lack of vacancy, and were afraid/curious to investigate. This dude probably wouldn’t diffuse this, but just make it worse. “Please don’t walk in please don’t walk in please don’t walk in!” Edited by Leens, Jun 19 2013, 02:23 AM.
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While Aspen was making her way out of the combination walk-in closet, dojo, and shower room, Natalie affirmed that she would like some food, which Aspen took as her official queue to leave. Aspen didn't hear Natalie asking her to wait, the orange-haired girl's voice was drowned out by the shower, which then promptly shut off. A few seconds after the sound of flowing water ceased, Aspen picked up on the pitter-patter of wet feet behind her and stopped. The teen girl caught up to her in no time at all and specifically asked that she not be served raspberry lemonade, while also tugging at her sleeve to make sure her request was heard. The thought of bringing the girl that particular drink had never crossed Aspen's mind, but she would remember not to as any good waitress should. Aspen wasn't sure if the teen had covered herself up or not, so she responded with a thumbs-up and an "Alrigh-" Aspen heard the teen slip on a puddle of water, and immediately after was pulled off of her feet because she was the only thing the girl had to hold on to. She did her best to keep her footing, but Aspen was about the same size as Natalie who was also noticeably stronger than she. Aspen fell backwards in a trajectory that threatened to crush the teen, but with her cat-like reflexes managed to turn 180 degrees mid-flight and catch herself with her arms, which were splayed out on either side of Natalie. Now that she was facing the teen, Aspen saw that she had been wearing a towel, that is, had been. The towel was so small that it probably only barely fit the orange-gaired girl, and it had come undone as a result of this accident. Obligatory mood music. The two girls ended up in a very suggestive position, with Aspen on top straddling a naked girl and holding herself up with her arms; it was the kind of thing that would give anyone the wrong idea of what was going on. Unfortunately, the waitress didn't quite know what to do or say, so she just kind of looked at Natalie and laughed gently in an attempt to lighten the mood. That being said, the circumstances didn't really phase Aspen at all, she was just worried about how the girl felt. That worry magnified when the teen started acting hysterical, and then just stopped mid-sentence and stared back at Aspen. Even for the perceptive mermaid, it was difficult to get a read on Natalie's disposition to what was happening. Aspen didn't mind, she never really got chances to get close to people like this, but at the same time she didn't want to risk losing what could possibly develop into a friendship. "Why's this door all broken- ..oh god it's Aspen." Aspen was thrust back into reality when she heard a staff member inquiring about the door she had previously destroyed. Aspen looked over her shoulder toward the other room and heard the sound of approaching footsteps, as if the man wanted to check on her. She looked back down at Natalie and her eyes widened, the teen was still fully exposed, and there was nowhere to hide her! Aspen placed her index finger over the girl's lips, "Shhh..", and adjusted her position in such a way that she could conceal Natalie from sight; the two girls were the same height, but Natalie was much more petite than Aspen, so she managed to pull it off, somehow. "Aspen? ..are you in here?" The staff member asked timidly right as he was about to poke his head into the second room. "I asked you to muster on the restaurant deck, didn't I?" Aspen growled, the tone of her voice had a prominent inflection of anger. The staff member froze in his tracks instead of entering the room, "Didn't I?!" Aspen asserted, practically ordering a response out of the young man. There was a moment of silence followed by him responding in a shaky voice, "Y-yes.. you did, I'm sorry ma'am.", and the sound of rushed footsteps leaving the room. And then there was silence. Aspen exhaled a sigh of relief and then looked back at Natalie, and gave her a friendly smile. When she re-positioned herself to hide Natalie's naked body, she ended up being pretty much face-to-face with her, and this situation had probably already been very weird for the teen, so Aspen figured it was appropriate to put it to an end. As Aspen was picking herself up off of the ground, it seemed fate had additional plans for the two. Her hand slipped on the slick tiled floor of the shower room and Aspen fell right on top of Natalie; their lips came together, resulting in a totally, 100%, honest-to-goodness, accidental kiss. For what was probably a couple seconds, Aspen was too in shock to do anything, and just lay there on top of the orange-haired girl. Though the teen's proportions were less pronounced than her own, Aspen knew she could feel Natalie's petite buxom pressing against her own. When the initial shock ceased, Aspen shot up from Natalie and scrambled to her feet. "Oh god.. oh god.. what have I done?" Aspen was pretty scatterbrained at this point, and she didn't exactly know what to do or even what to think about what had just happened. In order to try and salvage the situation, she decided to act in Natalie's benefit. "I-I'm so sorry, let me bring you some clothes." Aspen straightened her uniform and rushed out of the shower room, closing the door on her way out. It was just her luck, no matter how hard she tried to handle the situation delicately, she only managed to make things increasingly awkward. She winced slightly at the thought of how their next interaction would go, what if the teen was upset with her? What if she never wanted to talk to her again!? Needless to say, in the time it took Aspen to get back to her room, her anxiety shot through the roof. She rushed over to the walk-in closet and grabbed one of her own clean uniforms, she figured Natalie would probably fit one of her uniforms, though she would have to apologize about the uppermost button being broken. "I still need to talk to Yu-Wan about this..." Aspen mumbled to nobody in particular. On her way back to Natalie she saw that the majority of the staff had left the staff deck, so they were probably waiting for Aspen upstairs. When the mermaid approached the closed door, she knocked twice before slowly entering the room. She still felt pretty bad about what happened, so naturally she would do whatever she could to try and make amends. "Umm.. this is one of my uniforms, I think it'll fit you." Aspen hung the uniform on the inside doorknob of the door, and paused for a moment to think about what she would say. "When you're ready, come upstairs and see me, if you act like staff nobody will think otherwise.. I won't tell anyone, and you can stay in this room if you'd like." She nodded her head once as she finished talking and left the room, closing the door behind her. "Phew.." Aspen put her back to the door and closed her eyes for a moment, running her hand back through her hair. She still felt conflicted about what had happened, I mean, shouldn't she definitely feel like it was a bad thing? The fact that she didn't meant that something in her, somewhere inside, might have actually liked it. She shook her head and dismissed the thought the moment it came into her mind, then made her way out of the room. "I just hope she doesn't hate me". Aspen walked slowly, trapped in her thoughts. For some reason she felt a kind of kindred connection to the girl, without really knowing her. 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It seemed that after a lifetime of hardship, Aladid was finally getting his just rewards. After admiring the naked human girl caress herself in the shower, events conspired to get the more endowed mermaid in on the action, culminating finally in the more desirable female being mounted on top of the other. And then it got better. Aspen had concealed Natalie from her co-worker, but in doing so she had granted Aladid the best view of the action. As the two females pressed against one another, there was a slip and then they were suddenly making out for him. It was perfect, he watched every moment, and the scene would probably be imprinted on his mind for the rest of his life. Aladid had never been a voyeur but he certainly understood why it was so popular, the scenario could only be improved for him if he were able to climb out of the vent and wiggle between the girls without them protesting. But somehow Aladid doubted fate was that kind. He could use what he had witnessed as leverage though. From what he could hear, the strange orange haired human was not a normal occupant of the ship but the mermaid certainly was in the manner that she ordered around the staff members that had nearly walked in on the happiness he had observed. She seemed quite embarrassed about the scenario, quickly removing herself from the bathroom once the sloppy make out was over, suggesting she did not want what had conspired to get out. A senior member of staff, even if they were just some eye candy maid, had to know where all the valuables were kept. She mentioned she was going up stairs before leaving to fetch naked orange hair girl some clothes, so Aladid scrambled into action. Natalie would probably hear some noise from the vents as the sea urchin scrambled away faster than usual, his spines scraping against the roof of the passageway until it widened a little as he entered the main route of his hidden ventilation network. Vividly recalling the designs of the ship from memory, he popped out of a vent nearby to the foot of the stairs, narrowly missing a waiter that was late to the meeting. The merman seemed too worried about incurring Aspen’s wrath to check up on the popping of the vent, so Aladid waited until he had disappeared up the stairs until he followed, albeit slower and with greater effort. The steps were designed for normal sized people, so he had to awkwardly clamber up them and eventually gave up half way. It was not entirely necessary for him to climb the stairs anyway, merely intercept the mermaid that he had leverage over. She arrived shortly after he had sat down on one of the steps halfway up the stairway, his menacing grin spread from cheek to cheek. Meeting her on the steps meant it was practically impossible for her to accidentally tread on him, as so many people did when rushing around. It did not quite bring them to the same height, he was much too short for that but Aladid was not complaining as the steps put his eye line directly on level with her voluptuous chest. He figured that meant he could stare at them and not appear rude. “Arspoon!” Aladid greeted the breasts, not quite recalling the mermaid’s name correctly. The staff member who had called her name had been rather quiet, making it difficult for the Sea Urchin to hear it clearly. Her name did not really matter though, only her knowledge of the restaurant’s secret safe. It did not occur to the small thief that robbing an establishment before it had even been opened was not the most brilliant of plans. Nor did it matter. At this point in time, Aladid felt like he was in control. He had the dirt on this maid bitch and he was going to make sure she did exactly as he commanded. There was absolutely nothing that could go wrong in this scenario. But she did not know that right now, and thinking himself a subtle little genius, Aladid was not direct about his intel. “I’ve got pictures. I’m sure your employer would enjoy them.” Aladid vaguely remembered meeting Yu-Wan when he had been tasked with designing the Highwater Bistro. The cat-fishman was nearly short as him but many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many(x1000) years older. But they seemed to share the same appreciation of female assets; the perverted old fellow had scarcely managed to tear his eyes from a pair of teens outside the office window throughout their meeting. Probably why he had managed to swindle the stupid oath for so much beli. “But dear Arspoon, he doesn't have to see them. Show me the vault and those pictures will... disappear!” Aladid demanded, spreading his arms out like a madman on the verge of victory. He had been kicked out of drama club for a reason. |
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Cosmo’s apology fell on deaf ears, or it was going to, because Yu-awn was going to die, and the dead couldn’t hear. This man was pretty obviously having a heart attack induced by rage at the camp that surrounded him in the shounen world. Cosmo didn’t say anything, he almost didn’t feel anything. He was expecting to be fired, or get struck, but not this. He knew the technique name was terrible, but he didn’t think it was life threatening. Of course, Cosmo was oft’ wrong, as him being currently wrong in this situation showed. Yu-awn lurched forward with his last breath and grabbed Cosmo by the lapels of his shirt. He looked Cosmo in the eyes with the looks of a man dying with blame towards the person who probably killed him. Even with the grab, Cosmo stood over Yu-awn a fair bit, so he still had to get down a bit to meet his leer face to face. Cosmo nodded to signify that Yu-awn could continue, and he patiently waited as Yu-awn caught his breath. He had to take one hand off of Cosmo’s lapel to grab his chest, “You…” He painfully uttered in a voice that showed much more anger that Cosmo was prepared for. The second hand returned to Cosmo’s lapel, and tugged down, You did this to me. You killed me.” Cosmo was a nurse, but he used all the aspirin in the bistro for his headaches, so there wasn’t any left to help out Yu-awn with this heart attack deal. Cosmo had to think fast, what with this emergency situation. First instinct was to kick Yu-awn in the chest with enough force to push him away and through the rafters and onto a table at the bottom floor. He ran after poor Yu-awm, as if he hadn’t done enough to ruin the poor man’s shortened life. He brought one of his legs up and kicked the table along after he landed and broke one of the adjacent tables, and then he hoped along, kicking the table along with the awkward and loud scrape of four uneven table legs scraping on a freshly buffed hardwood surface. There was a loud crash as Cosmo got the final kick into the table, sending into the kitchen doors, which didn’t budge. Cosmo stood there awkwardly for a moment, “Oh…” He whined. He strolled up to the table and he kicked the table several times in an attempt to push the table through the pull doors. Of course, it just ended up with the first two table legs snapping off, and then the other two. Cosmo groaned and with all the vigor that his mild frustration provided, he kicked the table into the push doors and tore the hinges from the wooden wall. Of course, before they could completely fall forward, they hit the top part of one of the stoves and formed a ramp. The sound of wood on wood continued in a way that wasn’t all that homoerotic. Essentially, Cosmo had to slide the table holding Yu-awn up the ramp, and forcing Yu-awn to slide off the table and fall several feet onto the cold surface of the kitchen floor. Cosmo soon followed, falling through stake first, and then falling flat body first. Cosmo struggled back to his feet and walked towards the freezer, which was also a pull, but this time he actually read it, and turned the knob with his coffee stained teeth. For the sake of time he left a path of frozen ground between the freezer and Yu-awn, and then he just kicked Yu-awn once more, which conveniently closed the door once the dying man slipped through. Cosmo bit down on the temperature and turned it down as much as much as was possible. For a moment, Yu-awn was able to stand up, putting his angry mug up against the wall. Of course, he froze to the core just as he peered out the window, leering at Cosmo with a look that was one part threat, nine parts promise. “Well… I’m fired.” |
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Too late; a person had entered the first room! This was a nightmare all over again! If someone saw the recently puked Natalie, naked and in this compromising position on the floor, she figured she might just die of embarrassment. Die! Suddenly Natalie felt a shift in Aspen’s weight, and the other girl now moved even closer over her body, once again bringing them to a sort of docked position. From the front Natalie was getting a full view of Aspen’s broken uniform area and exposed chesticles, but all she could focus on was the other girl’s nose touching her own, and the full lips not quite an inch from her’s. Her heart felt ready to leap from her chest, and blood flushed Natalie’s face in a very noticeable blush. The teen’s lips quivered slightly, and she felt sort of afraid. “Oh gosh this is weird, I don’t know what to do..do I tell her to back off? I don’t want to be rude but I dunno how much more I can handle..please lady just get off oe me already!” It seemed Aspen had a purpose all along though, and after she gallantly deflected the ‘help’ from the other room and caused them to leave without further inspection, Natalie realized all along what the other girl had been doing. She had used herself as a shield to block Natalie’s indecency; Natalie was actually grateful at this moment. “Thank you so much..” The teen’s breath was still somewhat labored, as her heart had not yet caught up to her brain yet. It seemed the girl would get out of this with her lip’s chastity intact. But fate was not so kind. Aspen slipped at the last second of egress, because of course the floor had not dried off in that short time! “Wait a-mmmf!” Natalie’s apprehensive words were cut short as Aspen’s lips came forward to meet her own. There was definite locking between them, given that the mermaid had fallen into the kiss. At that moment Natalie’s heart skipped a beat, and she resisted the urge to close her eyes out of fright. Aspen’s lips were so soft, so comforting, but so wrong. This whole thing was wrong! The two laid there like that for about a second, in certain shock at the occurrence, before coming to their senses at right about the same time. Aspen nearly jumped off of Natalie and ran out the door, not giving the orange-haired teen a chance to say anything about it. Natalie couldn’t tell if the mermaid was angry or embarrassed or..”..no...” There was no way! Was it possible that Aspen had done that on purpose? Could the other girl have used the watery floor as an excuse to fake a slip, just to steal that kiss from Natalie? The very thought made the girl’s face even more red, and she looked around nervously for something to stave off the incredible abashment. “My...first..k-” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word. Kiss. It was a kiss! And from another girl, no less! This day (or past month, even) had already been weird, but now Natalie found herself in a dilemma not like any other. The whole being thrown-up thing, she was handling that just fine. Having her maidenhood stolen by a pretty mermaid girl? How do you even deal with that as a teenage girl who was predisposed to believe she liked boys!? Natalie was at a loss for words. She propped herself up into a sitting position and then slowly stood, turning towards the shower now. With a shamble much like an actual member of the undead the dazed teen made her way back to the shower and walked right back into it, closing the door behind her. She then proceeded to sit against the wall and hug her legs, pensively staring at the wall across her. No real thoughts crossed the girl’s mind, but her cheeks were still a light rose color. She was in mid-thought when Aspen came back, though Natalie had barely heard the other woman's words. Something about a uniform. Natalie had frozen at Aspen's speech, as though she were some survivor of a terrible battle hiding from a would-be captor. I mean, obviously that wasn't the case, but you get the idea. After about a minute she brought one hand up and lightly ran a finger over her lips. “My first kiss...” The utterance was quiet and one of recognition, barely even audible to the one who had spoken it. Her eyes were wide, as if in fright. Man, being molested was conflicting and awkward. This was going to be an awkward day. |
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Cosmo felt a deep chill go down his jagged, uneven, and otherwise broken spine. It wasn’t the chill that came from the normal inconsistency of the ship’s air conditioning, rather it was the sort of supernatural chill that he got when he was vaguely in the vicinity of something with any sort of connection to death thematically or even just literally. Regardless, he just shrugged off the chill with a violent convulsion that was probably a shiver. He didn’t care to look back towards where the chill came from, on account of it just being generally unwise. As these things go, the chill was only really just a bit of an interest. Cosmo felt a stabbing sensation deep in his shoulder. It is important to note that the stab did not come from a falling knife, but more it was something along the lines of a being with inhuman strength attempting to poke at the space between his neck and shoulders with a narrow broomhandle. Cosmo jolted a bit, pushing himself forward far enough to dislodge the narrow, hard bit of whatever that was tearing apart the already rent muscles in his neck. With disinterest he looked backwards, so he could get an idea of what was the exact scenario he was currently in the midst of. In his, oddly narrow field of view he caught glimpse of something most would prefer to not glimpse. Atop of a particularly pale horse--which did not even remotely belong in the walls of the bistro--was a rather skinny fellow in some rather tattered royal purple robes. His or perhaps her right arm was leaving Cosmo’s personal space, with a rather bony index finger extended. Such poking with the left hand was obviously impossible as their left hand was weighted down with the weight of a large skull adorned scythe, signaling the fact that his individual was left handed. Although obscured by the horses’ head was the figure’s a rather peculiar medallion, which was simply an dwindling hourglass glass strapped to bluish-grey chains. It took Cosmo a few good minutes to really take all this in. The cadaverous young man was rather concerned with just how this individual got into the Bistro and how he didn’t hear the angry customers kindly requesting that he move to the back of the line, or get sent to an early grave. He twisted his head to get a good look at the unseen side of the horse where he saw a tasteful leather satchel filled to the brim with paperwork. That essentially made it obvious that the thing in front of him had to be death. The man looked different when he wasn’t in his office attire. The very second that Cosmo seemed to figure out this that was indeed Death, Death saw it appropriate to address the sentient corpse who was about as useful as a regular corpse. A word didn’t leave Death’s mouth as he just opened his jaw, releasing a thin blue mist that dropped to the ground and just brought on an overall gloomy atmosphere. Cosmo responded by rubbing his shoulder where he had been poked, and giving Death a glazed over look of simply mild dissatisfaction. The simple and mellow gloom was thrown out as Death jerked forward, “You’ve done so little to justify this second chance of yours!” He plainly stated in a grim echoing voice that suggested a different tone. There was a stirring of offense. Such stirring of offense began to settle once Cosmo realized he honestly couldn’t really retort, or at the very least he just couldn’t retort all that effectively, “I’ve got a job now.” He managed to actually respond, with the vigor and actual emphasis of the aforementioned actual corpse. He did technically have a job prior to his death, it just didn’t pay, and it didn’t really have much in the way of dignity. “Don’t get so defensive, it doesn’t matter; your laughable lack of accomplishments are merely the subject of ridicule because well… it is a rather ridiculous lack...” Death replied, his indifferent tone marking the nihilism that only an anthropomorphic personification of death really could have. The pale and most likely sickly horse vanished from underneath Death causing him to fall down onto the planks of the ship with the hollow knock that came from dried bones hitting dry wooden planks. And he wasn’t done with mocking Cosmo, “...I mean really? Not a single meaningless living-world accomplishment? No marine accolades, no bounty’s captured, no bounties gained?” Cosmo was decidedly unamused. He knew he was going to have to pass by Death again at some point, but he didn’t really expect that Death would be passing by him one day, particularly on the opening day of the Bistro, ”Death? Are you just here to break my balls during a slow day at the office, or do you have actual business?” He questioned, although his expression changed from one of disinterest to one of mild interest in some kind of discovery, “Wait, No… No, don’t tell me.” He muttered, leaving the kitchen for several seconds, returning with the large reservation book, which was forced open by the pitchfork sticking out of it. Dust almostly sentially flew up from the dry and crumbling pages upon the flip through,, “...1:15 PM…Death party of four…” Cosmo read aloud, gaining a look of puzzlement as he turned his attention back up to Death, ”Who are the other three?” He questioned with concern, believing that guys or gals named War, Famine, and whatever the fourth horseman were on their way. “Oh, I was just hoping Minette would join me.” Death wryly replied, with a grin that wasn’t really visible, because of the whole, lack of a face. Of course, being Death wasn’t all fancy meals and jokes at the expense of teenage girls. He soberly strolled forward, dragging the blend end of his scythe along the ground with an obnoxious screech,“I was looking forward to my lunch, too. But alas, It’s 1:14, and I am never early.” He spoke, in such a way that was obscured by the sound of the screeching and Cosmo covering his ears to escape the sound of the screeching. Abruptly, the screeching cased as Death got the place he finally needed to get, which was just one of the support column, “My lunch plans are going to have to be canceled, I’m here for the Bistro.” He sullenly stated, putting his free bony hand on the column. Cosmo wasn’t was necessarily afraid of going deaf from the obnoxious screeching that Death had inflicted on him. The head trauma that he suffered from the first time was enough to just blow up his eardrums completely, he was sure that the vultures had gotten them. His eyes narrowed, “…The Bistro?” Still, he still felt the need to question things as if he were hard to hearing, mostly because there was a certain dissonance between what he was willing to accept as reality and what was often reality, which lead to him trying to block things out. The grim, skinny, and only assumed male Death simply shrugged, “The Bistro is technically a ship, and thus has a soul to be reaped, however, ship souls are far too large to fit into the door to my purgatory office so I have to send them to the afterlife personally.” He explained in full. That was the sort of thing that Cosmo tried to avoid when he did the whole, trying to block out the oddities of reality. Of course, he had to accept such an explanation, because he had died, and he had personally seen how narrow the door to Death’s office was. Cosmo put his fists to his waist and glanced over at the frozen and horrifying angry visage of Yu-awn in the window of the freezer, “Alright… What about Yu-awn, is he dead?” “Acute indigestion is rarely lethal; he’ll be fine.” Death quickly responded, as he fiddled through the Bistro’s paperwork, not even bothering to give Yu-awn the time of day. Cosmo was still for a moment. Just about every torn muscle in his body ceased, causing him to slump quite a bit instead of simply standing in an outlandishly still manner. He managed to regain control before he had fallen and completely busted his axe. He tried to give Death a poker faced look, “I suppose you’re right.” He uttered bluntly, trying his best to not fuck it over by glancing at Yu-Awn. Despite the fact that Yu-awn was currently very much alive, but certainly frozen to the core, Cosmo felt the sting in the back of his neck from the daggers being lethally glared at him. The bureaucratic process of death was one of the most tedious things in the universe, so Cosmo pretty much knew he had some time to kill before the impending doom. The tossed down the pitchfork, which inevitably lead to the book hitting the ground in a controlled arc. He strolled on over to the cupboard, groping around and finding a fondue pot. As he wont to do, he strolled on over to the espresso machine and well, started the slow drip. Once the pot was safely secured and being filled with the moderately terrible and over roasted espresso of the Bistro. There was a moment, just a moment wherein he considered that maybe he could grow as a person and perhaps warn the Bistro people about the ship’s ensuing reaping. He weighed his options. He could get Death back by making him do more paperwork than he needed to do, or he could spend a few seconds warning the Bistro that it was probably doomed and was doomed from the start. He shrugged, taking his fondue pot of espresso in hand and taking a long swig. Given enough time to mull it over he went and opened up the freezer to let Yu-awn out so he could warn the rest. In the time it took for Yu-awn to thaw, Cosmo stopped by the main office, and stuffed his pockets with his and Aspen’s pay for that week, and the week after that, and the following week, and it probably would’ve been smoother to say he took six months were of sub-minimum wage, but at once. He wasn’t willing to touch Aladid’s; Cosmo had some dignity left, not a lot, but enough that he wasn’t dehumanizing himself slightly. Oh well. And end the post on something vague to imply that there’s a chance that Death was only a vivid hallucination. “C’est la mort.”
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Leens & Khepri by Neon Andrei Myshkin • Holy Paladin • Thief/Entertainer • Underdogs • Rank: Ensign • SD Earned: 285 • Beli: Some number • Location: Khepri Xanthippe • Sheepherder • Weapon Specialist/Chef • Odd Jobs • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 40 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Silent Hill Percival Aloysius Periwinkle • Legitmiate Businessman • Merchant/Marksman • No Crew • Bounty: 130,000,000,000 Extol • SD Earned: 148 • Beli: 21,000,000 • L: Alabasta Others
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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