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Whatever You Do, Don't Eat Your Greens
Topic Started: Jan 4 2015, 07:11 AM (1,661 Views)
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Tyrallia was honestly a bit fed up of the sea.

Not only had she spent a number of months stuck on an island because there was too much sea for her to get off, but now that she had suitable means to get off, in the form of a boat, she had seen even more sea than she could have ever asked for. She had been lying on her back like this for days, two of the tentacle like vines sprouting from her right shoulder constantly moving in a regular rhythm to move the oars they were wrapped around and by extension, the boat. Occasionally she would swap out the tentacles to give herself a rest, but really there was nothing else she could do to pass the time. And rubbing salt in the wound, she had to try and navigate to the Grand Line after she found land and a suitable crew.

In all honesty she was looking pretty down when she noticed Awestralia in the distance. She was beginning to run low on the food she had piled onto the boat when she left that island, and she was honestly thinking she would just keel over from boredom and would have been a total waste of a reincarnation and someone else would have to serve as plant Goddess. She all but got up and danced when, after all this time, there was finally land on the horizon. Salvation. About fecking time.

As her boat slowly drew into the harbour, she started to notice how uncomfortably humid it was around here. Definitely not the best weather for a plant to survive. She practically felt her vines wilt a little. She relished in the feeling as she stood up in the boat and stretched her back, raising her hands above her head. A few satisfying clicks later, and she stepped onto the jetty. There weren't many people hanging around the dock, but those who were didn't waste time in making glances her way; the girl with the tentacles and the green bit on her face. She ignored them. Walking straight across the path from the jetty towards what looked like a tavern of sorts. There was a guy leaning against the outside wall, clearly asleep. As she walked past, she slipped one of her vines into his pocket and pinched a couple of coins.

As she entered the building, she noticed the strange smell. It smelled like no pub she'd ever been near back home - the distinct aroma of beer was completely absent, instead replaced by... she gave another sniff to confirm... yes, that was the smell of peaches, no shadow of a doubt. But... why? She pondered for a moment before deciding to just move past it, approaching the bar. Once she was in front of it she noticed a small hinderance - she could barely see over the top. Feck. She pulled over a nearby barstool, and sat on it. There, problem solved. The bartender was giving her a very weird look. She didn't seem to care enough to comment though.

"What'll it be, li'l miss?" She shot her a death glare, which she definitely seemed to correctly take as 'call me that again and I'll surgically remove your fecking voicebox'.

"Whatever ya reccommend, I'll take whatever the feck you have." She rasped in her usual heavy Irish accent. She realised that those were the first words she'd said aloud for months. A good start. Though the barkeep did seem taken aback by this small child using certain elements of the human language - namely the word 'feck'. She didn't argue though, and immediately fetched a glass and filled it with some kind of pinky liquid, placing it in front of her. Tyrallia handed her one of the coins she'd taken and took a sip. Hm. Peach juice. Strange, but she wasn't complaining.
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"Mother Fu... Agh!"

"What's wrong? I presume it wasn't Jeremiah this time so..."

"Damn back playing up again since it got batted by that stupid marine. Next marine I see I'm gonna knock his head off."

"Mhmm Hmm... Well... By the looks of it we're near an island so maybe we can sort you out some medical attention?"

"Sounds just fine, my Butterfly"

Raine looked out towards the sea in the general direction that Mae had been looking. Truth be told there was an actual island there, and it looked nice to her, with a few trees and a bit of greenery; the place was completely opposite to SwiftBreeze which they'd just left. Sitting up, she took her hand off her back and looked over at Jeremiah, his hood still up and still equipped with that orange jacket which had earned his nickname from Mae. Sighing she pushed up from the floor and managed to stand, even in the unstable boat which they were currently in. They'd stolen it from their previous island adventures after beating up some marines and laughing at their foolishness. They would regret having injured her that was for sure, because she'd crush them all so very easily soon enough. Soon after standing Mae joined her in being on their feet, and as the boat drew near to the docks she hopped off quickly.

The docks were small and nobody seemed to be about which was probably good because she might have ended up punching one of them. Her injury made her mood all the worse and so it was best for all of them to steer away. She didn't need a doctor like Mae had suggested though, no she needed a drink, a strong whisky or something to drown out the pain would do. Drink solved a lot of problems, and as she could take quite a bit of alcohol, she was happy to comply with that. Tying a rope to the ship and a nearby ship stopping metal thingy (I don't know the name of it) she shouted out to Jeremiah the Orange:

"Come along you, don't wanna get lost do you? Hah, let's go get a drink"

"Shouldn't you get a doctor...?"

"Nah, drink's probably better"

She heard Mae sigh a little and so stuck her arm around her for good measures and to comfort her. Some little injury from a marine wouldn't hold her back now would it? Wait... Technically that was a pun. Damn, she was getting smoother by the day. Walking along she noticed that the people around them seemed like usual happy people and not the thugs she was used to. She also noticed there was a lack of marines about... strange. She presumed it meant she'd be taking her anger out on some other person instead if they tried to stand in her way, or Jeremiah if he got annoying. The place was nice, so she moved over to a passer-by to ask some questions, noticing the man was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, very casual. Smiling she began to ask some questions:

"So... What is this place?"

"You mean the town or the island...? Er I presume you mean island so... This is Awestralia."

"Erm... OK. Interesting name. Hah so anything I should know about this island? No monsters that come out at night and kill people are there?"

"No ma'am nothing like that at all. No Awestralia has a thing for peaches, they're everywhere and in like... every food. And between you and me... You don't want to be seen any other type of produce, otherwise you'll get locked up."

"That seems... Fair I guess. Thank you for your time... Oh and also, where could I get a drink?"

"Just that way"

He pointed at a path before walking off. He seemed like a nice person, and so did everyone else; how refreshing. She wasn't used to people not raising their voice or trying to throw people about like she did, it was weird and a little disturbing. There needed to be a bit more violence about the place probably, but knowing their luck that would come about soon enough. Following the path they'd been directing down, the two eventually arrived at a slightly worn down looking tavern which seemed like a good place to get a drink. Raine began to take a few steps towards the place, but was soon blocked by a group of two men and a woman looking proud of themselves. One of them men began to speak:

"Where're you lot goin' then?"

"I believe that would be a place to get a drink there, and that's where we're headed. What's it to you?"

"Well... You see your faces are somewhat... Familiar."

"Are they now? And why's that?"

"Cause they're on some wanted posters that's why, and it's a good price for your 'eads too. Hand 'em over!"

"Hand... Over our heads? You know what, I'll give you something better. A GOOD BEATING YOU LITTLE GIT!"

With that Raine sent a fist into the guys face, sending him backwards and bringing a bit of blood to his nose... And mouth... And face. In fact he had quite the amount of blood covering his ugly face now, and she was pumped. Moving on to the next man she closed the gap and swung a punch at his ribs which he jumped backwards to avoid and then came in with a sharp punch to the side of her head. At last second she batted the incoming attack aside and pushed him off balance, using that to stamp on his foot and ram her head straight into his, knocking him to the floor where he probably wouldn't get up from for some time. Now the main threat was the lady who was now drawing a knife. Roaring in anger she rushed at the knife wielder and readied a punch, aiming for the head, waiting for a good time to strike. That time came quickly; she watched as the woman tried to slash at her neck with the knife, but quickly dodged it and sent the punch forwards, knocking the woman unconscious quickly.

Looking over at the first man she could see him clutching his face and kneeling down, which meant she had a free shot. Walking over to him she almost managed a laugh through all the anger inside of her, using the anger she lashed out with her foot and kicked him in the chest, knocking him onto his back and making the air leave his chest. She turned away from him and the other two on the floor and waiting for her frustration to die down. Unfortunately it died down in a way she hadn't expected, which was the pain in her back spiking and sending her to the floor, drained of energy. She lay there, still conscious but not able to move so well. Using a special signal her and Mae had made up, she informed her that some help might now be needed. Stupid thugs with their want for stupid money and stupid faces. They'd made her exert herself and now her injury was playing up. She sighed as she heard her Butterfly yell:

"Anybody a doctor?!"
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Pressing down on his open wound with his left hand, Jeremiah tried to prevent the cut area from bleeding. Despite this, the colour of crimson trickled down the outside of his forearm, almost tickling him. He stood propped up against the left hand side of the rather small ship, his waist withstanding and supporting the weight of his upper body, making him feel awkward in his current stance.

"Mother Fu... Agh!"

"What's wrong? I presume it wasn't Jeremiah this time so..."

There stood Raine and Mae, close together per usual, Raine clearly needlessly cursing about her injuries while Mae seemed to be comforting her. Their last and first confrontation with the law was a victory, but no victory is without sacrifice. Although that didn't mean that Jeremiah accepted it. This wound is but a scratch, however, it went to show he needed more upgrades in terms of cybernetics.

"Mhmm Hmm... Well... By the looks of it we're near an island so maybe we can sort you out some medical attention?"

"Sounds just fine, my Butterfly"

"Hey, i'm still here y'know, and i'm injured..."

Ew. Jeremiah was fine with the relationship level that Mae and Raine have, but hearing lovely dovey shit like nicknames for your partners just made him cringe. So, they were near an island? Good. It was nice to know that they had left the eyesore of a port called swift breeze, to be welcomed by what seemed to be a more nature-friendly environment. A large amount of trees were in view of most of the island, but their was still a little area of docks, which signalled that this island wasn't completely uninhabited. When near, the injured red head proceed to tie a rope around the nearest metal thing (idk the name either), then turned towards Jeremiah and shouted:

"Come along you, don't wanna get lost do you? Hah, let's go get a drink"

"Shouldn't you get a doctor...?"

"Yeah, these wounds might be infected or something..."

"Nah, drink's probably better"

"Hmm, maybe it's not that important for now..."

Inside, Jeremiah loved seeing Raine in pain, like most people in pain. The moans and screams were all more parts of the fun. If this 'crew' situation was in his favor rather than Raine and Mae's, he'd have them bound by chains and spikes, hanging high from the sail, begging for mercy while jeremiah whipped them with a nearby, conveniently placed metal cane. Maybe they'd make a better sail than the current one, it would surely fulfill it's purpose as a pirate's signature, striking fear into the hearts of the lawful and innocent. Glorious.

"So... What is this place?"

"You mean the town or the island...? Er I presume you mean island so... This is Awestralia."

"Erm... OK. Interesting name. Hah so anything I should know about this island? No monsters that come out at night and kill people are there?"

"No ma'am nothing like that at all. No Awestralia has a thing for peaches, they're everywhere and in like... every food. And between you and me... You don't want to be seen any other type of produce, otherwise you'll get locked up."

"That seems... Fair I guess. Thank you for your time... Oh and also, where could I get a drink?"

"Just that way"

Awestralia. Jeremiah had heard rumors of this island. About it's ridiculous laws, forbidding anyone to eat any other fruit but peaches. Their was no problem with that, but Jeremiah wasn't comfortable with crazies obsessed with one particular fruit. If Raine and Jeremiah were to go for a 'drink', there would be a ninety percent chance it would be something peach-favored or related. Jeremiah grabbed hold of the side of the boat, lifting himself up and cover the side, landing on the wood of the small dock. Seeing Raine not that far from him, he could clearly deduce that Raine had started a fight again. This was bound to cause bones to break, either hers, or everyone elses... delightful.

He rushed to the scene where he could clearly see that raine had taken out two male and a women, surprisingly not marines, from what Jeremiah could tell from the way they were dressed. It also seemed she had fought hard and strained her injury, causing her to be out for the count and on the floor. Mae sat over her, calling out for a doctor.Well the scene was quite the pretty picture, Jeremiah licking his lips in delight. He walked over to the unconscious male closest to his feet, kneeling down to reach for his pockets and raid his clothing for anything. His fingers came into contact with a large scroll of paper as soon as he put his hand into the man's pockets. He instantly pulled it out in reaction and stuffed it in his pocket, pretty much like anything he'd steal.

He'd look around, seeing bystanders staring at Raine and Mae in a compacted crowd, rather than someone helping. Jeremiah would help, but he knew nothing of back injures, but flesh wounds were common sense, ointment and bandage, boom, done. But back injures were something internal, this particular one might even involve the spine, if so, raine is in some serious shit. Any more strain on a spinal fracture might develop into paralysis... He needed to help, in someway. He shouted towards the crowds:

" Hey! DON'T JUST STAND THERE! DO SOMETHING!



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As Tyrallia sat quietly sipping on her drink and trying to think of what her next step would be, a man approached her from behind.

"Bit yang to be drenking et the boar, int'cha?" His heavy accent was difficult to decipher, but she got the general message. She turned to face him. He was fairly average height, but was very clearly obese. He had a small stubbly beard and more chins than a chinese den den mushi directory. He was looking down on her in a very condescending way.

"Feck off, mind your own business." She turned back around.

He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her back around. "How about you move, girlie, and let the proper people drink in their usual spots."

She looked him dead in the eye. "How about ye cut the fecking ageism and I don't rip your arm off?" He didn't. She did.

Now kicked out of the tavern (she didn't mind, she'd finished her drink anyway), she wound her vines together and refastened her sleeve. Looking about it seemed that she wasn't the only one causing a bit of a ruckus. A large crowd seemed to have gathered not far from the pub's entrance. Very much the curious type, Tyrallia went to investigate. She quickly shuffled through the crowd, her small stature keeping her almost unnoticed by the people she pushed past. Upon finally reaching the front of the crowd, she was greeted by quite the sight. A woman with vibrant red hair lying on the floor, clearly in pain, a woman with hair that couldn't decide what colour it was standing over her and seemingly panicking and a pale man in a hooded orange coat. Near them were two incapacitated men and a woman, one whose face was as red as the woman's hair.

The man suddenly caught her off guard with a call to 'do something'. She turned to the woman standing next to her.

"What do they want to be done?"

The woman regarded her like she shouldn't be anywhere near a scene like this. "I wouldn't worry about it, it's big adult things, you should probably go home to your Mummy and Daddy."

Tyrallia raised her tentacles, still confined within her sleeve. The woman seemed to recoil, as Tyrallia said through gritted teeth (or as close as she could get with half of her lips sealed shut) "Don't patronise me." Terrifying enough? Yeah, probably. The woman took a step back.

"I... uh... they want a doctor!"

"Was that so hard?" she lowered her tentacles and approached the woman on the floor. She looked up at the concerned looking rainbow haired girl. "Don't ye fecking judge, I was on par with the professional surgeons back home, and that was when I only had one arm." They didn't need to know that she hadn't had a patient in months. She turned to the red headed woman - presumably the patient. "Come on, let's see what the feck's wrong wit ye."
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The heck was this about? The girl was swearing like a... swearing person and had some tentacle type things on her arm which by the sounds of it had been added to her body some how. Raine somehow doubted that it was natural and had appeared there out of thin air, although she was next to Jeremiah who hadn't helped in the slightest when it came to her injury and made a note to make sure he was better at it if it ever happened again, she'd force him into that. For now she was curious as to why the tentacle girl could help her back out, where had she got the training and more importantly who had taught her that language? She was a little bit reserved when it came to swearing but the child sat in front... Not so much, even if it was quite entertaining from the accent she had. She couldn't say that out loud for if she was a legit doctor it would be worth a check up for the first time in years.

"My back's not so great. Got hit with a club a few days back and it's not repaired very well since then, although beating those three up hasn't done it a world of good"

She sat up quickly, now on her backside and her knees up round her chest, creating a triangle under her legs. If she was getting a check up then the least that she could do would be to sit up and look a little less weak, even if she'd beat it into anybody who thought she was weak that she wasn't. The damage was between her shoulder blades which meant any arm movements would rub against the wound and just increase the damage and pain emanating from there. She looked up at Mae who had just stood up, and stuck her hand in the air as if asking to be helped up and after a few moments of a disapproving look from her she felt her partners small smooth hands link with her and help to pull her up. She hugged her closely as a thank you before turning back to the cursing, tentacle wielding girl in front of her, who on close inspection had two different coloured eyes. How odd.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't swear at me or my partner... But a little inspection wouldn't go a miss, although careful where you put those... Tentacles. I'd be interested as to where they came from though. But all in good time I presume doc."

The idea of tentacles did sort of creep her out a bit, they just weren't natural on a human's body and probably wouldn't ever be. Although it wouldn't take long for her to get used to seeing them, she adapted to new things quickly; probably a reason for why she hadn't beaten Jeremiah up as much as she would have suspected to. He could be annoying. Speaking of Orange, Mae was currently looking suspiciously at him and quickly pulled him aside, away from the crowd. What was that about?

"What did you loot? You can't escape my eye, or my senses. It's obvious you'd have taken something by now, what was it you cheeky bugger? Heh"

Mae didn't let anything creep past her, and she knew all too well that the Orange one had found something on the thug. She was quite curious about the "unique" doctor who was offering to help Mellow, but what could she argue about? It would be treatment and she'd always had an interest in tentacles herself; how could she get some of her own and... Use them? It would even help with her instrument playing and everything like that wouldn't it? That would be really cool, playing her harp really quickly, or even multiple harps at once, or even... or even... She smiled and then went into another of her phasing out modes, stars in her eyes and a smile on her face, making an "ahhh" sound constantly as per usual. She was out of it and wouldn't be noticing what happened to her for some time. (Don't try it Jeremiah, you know Raine will slap your head off)

Raine sighed at her partner, it would be a while before she snapped out of it now and that noise she was making could just be heard over the crowd. Turning back to the girl, in a bit of pain, she placed her hand on the girls head in a friendly way and smiled a little, trying to hold back the anger she had for being sworn at and her Butterfly being sworn at too. She'd slap the girl later or something, or push her into a wall or something with similar entertainment value. For now she needed two things, a check up and a drink.

"Jeremiah old chap, mind grabbing us all a drink, and something for the doctor over here too. I hope you have an invention for carrying those haha. Get on it"
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From the crowd, approached a little girl with tentacles on her arm, or as her arm, Jeremiah couldn't tell, also with an outlandish accent, presumably the one here with proper medical experience. That, or she's the result of a curious man and a thorn bush and is now wondering the streets, lost. If having knowledge in biology, could she perhaps explain why green vines, supposedly vines, appeared attached to her arm? But looking at the positives, Jeremiah considered their current situation in their favour, which was a nice change from their problem in Swift breeze, although that kinda was in their favour, but the whole mess was still rough. Minus the wounds gained from combat, the bad scenery of Swift breeze's ports and trust issues, it would have been a recipe for Jeremiah's 'easier-way-of-getting-minions'. That kind of plan would sell for millions on paper, or so he'd think.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't swear at me or my partner... But a little inspection wouldn't go a miss, although careful where you put those... Tentacles. I'd be interested as to where they came from though. But all in good time I presume doc."

Well, that sparked Jeremiah's not so brilliant sadistic mind. He pictured a dark scene of this new found nurse and raine, bound by ropes and chains, being wiped by green tentacles. It was so disgusting, he surprised himself. Soon enough, Mae started to eye up Jeremiah with a look that said 'I saw what you did, bitch'. He swallowed is own saliva, being slightly nervous by the suspicious glaze that loomed over him. Finally, she walked over to him, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him a few pointless 2 meters away from the scene.

"What did you loot? You can't escape my eye, or my senses. It's obvious you'd have taken something by now, what was it you cheeky bugger? Heh"

" Okay, i did loot something. Haven't looked at it properly yet, but looks like a scroll of paper. To be honest, i was looking for any evidence of why these people attacked Raine, so yes, i still do care."

They were suffocating him with suspicion too much, he felt like a high bounty pirate on Marine death row. It was bad enough with Raine being the steel cage of the bird Mae, but now Mae was suspecting him of shit. Man, he knew he was up to no good, but trust wouldn't go amiss would it? As soon as he was out of his angry mind rant about his personal injustice within the group, he began to notice had entered a daze, making a typical mouth open, long, continuous syllable. In response, he proceeded to take out one of his infamous smoke bombs, and placed it perfectly on Mae's head, the purpose was so that, when she moved, if ever, then she'd activate the smoke bomb, not doing any harm, but would serve as a good jump scare.

"Jeremiah old chap, mind grabbing us all a drink, and something for the doctor over here too. I hope you have an invention for carrying those haha. Get on it"

Seriously?

" Right then."

He started to navigate out of the crowd, going towards the tavern in the distance.

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So, the guy's name was Jeremiah. Tyrallia mentally wrote that down for future reference.

She was slightly amazed at the level of concentration the woman with the rainbow hair had on whatever daydream she was currently having. She was no psychiatrist, but should probably look into that girl's psyche at some point. In the meantime, she turned to her patient. She undid the fasten on her sleeve and used the vines in tandem with her good arm to turn her onto her front. She then pulled up the woman's top to expose her back.

Tyrallia took a sharp intake of breath. A large scar ran along her entire back, from her shoulder to her hip. It looked like someone had sliced her back open with a scythe. This wasn't the trouble, though. The wound was a scar; obviously very painful at one point, but now simply a wound that hadn't quite healed smoothly. The problem was blatantly that most of her back was covered in a dark blue-purple bruising, clearly from a very hard impact from some kind of blunt weapon, possibly a club or mace. Nothing too serious as just a bruise, but surviving a fight against a weapon like that was quite the achievement. Back pain should really be the least of her worries.

"Blunt weapons hurt more than ye'd think, don't they?" Small talk is rule one of small medicine, keeps the patient calm and makes the whole process easier as a result. The next part in said process was to assemble the appropriate remedy. Tyrallia had actually cooked up her own remedy for serious bruising before the incident at the science fair. She racked her brain to get all the ingredients down, she remembered that she'd designed it to be straightforward. Let's see... alcohol, blended with salt water and the crushed inside of a fruit stone, any would do.

She quickly searched the crowd. Just near the front was a man sipping from a bottle. It looked very much like an alcohol bottle, so she walked over and took it from him. He seemed reluctant to let go, but it seemed that five appendages beat one and Tyrallia wrenched it from his hands. As she walked back to the patient, she checked the label. It didn't smell like beer or any other alcoholic drink she knew of... there, on the ingredients list, alcohol. Along with peach juice. Alcoholic peach juice. You learn something new every day. The bottle was about half full, so she poured some of it out onto the ground. She then proceeded to the sea and allowed some of the water to flow in to the bottle. She plugged the opening with one of the vines and used the others to give the bottle a good shake, mixing it thoroughly. It was now a kind of murky yellow. All that was left was the stone.

"Does anyone here have a peach, or a plum, or something like that?" she asked the crowd. The crowed bristled slightly, which was a little worrying, but a man near the front ran forwards and provided a peach. Did they eat anything but peaches on this island? She gave the peach a twist and split the thing in two, passing the flesh back to the man but keeping the stone for herself. He looked sightly confused, but returned to his spot munching on the fruit. Tyrallia meanwhile put the stone on the ground and stamped on it hard. Not much of a result. Okay then, she thought as she walked quickly down the jetty to the small boat, in which was a small, primitive whittle and pestle she'd spend a while carving out on the island when she was bored. Slightly exhilarated she was going to get to try it out, she placed the stone in and gave it a good grinding in the process of returning to the patient. She tipped the now crushed stone into the bottle and shook it one more time. It was now ready for application, if she'd remembered right. She crouched down with the bottle in hand and addressed the patient.

"I have a special salve here, that'll work in tandem with a small massage on your back. It might ache or hurt slightly, but when ye're ready I'll get going."
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She growled at Jeremiah as he walked away, she'd get her revenge for sticking one of his contraptions on her head while she was out of it, although she wasn't sure how yet. It would probably include her slamming his head in to the cold hard ground and laughing as he bled out, while she considered letting the doctor inspect him or help, but actually only pretending to. Oh the good days. The good days suddenly became a little sour though as the child doctor lifted her whole shirt to inspect her back, showing off her clothing underneath to all the perverts in front who were giving her the eye. She quickly brought down the front of her shirt while her face became a similar colour to her hair.

"Don't lift my whole bloody shirt up! You only need to see my back, the bastards in front of me didn't need to see anything!"

Her movements stopped as she heard what could only be described as a gasp from the girl inspecting her. Either the wound was worse than she'd thought or the scar on her back made her jump a little, after all it wasn't the prettiest of sights after having never really been healed up properly. She listened to the girls thoughts on blunt weapons, which wasn't too far wrong, although there was enough common sense in her to know dodging attacks like that was still required. Still holding the front of her shirt down she waited for the girls inspection to be over, shivering a little whenever one of her tentacles brushed against her, wondering why they looked so much like a plant. Perhaps they were some sort of plant growth? Maybe. If they were then it was a very perverted plant and she wanted to teach it a lesson, along with the girl, but it'd have to wait.

After being released and the girl began walking about, picking up ingredients and mixing them up. Raine spent the time to go over to Mae and take the object off her head and hold it carefully in her own hand, wondering what to do with it, deciding there were only two options. She walked over to the men that had been looking at her before and placed the object in her pocket, looking over each of them and trying to read their thoughts. They were still looking at her in a weird way, probably had even before seeing too much, so she decided to teach them a lesson. There were three of them in total, so she put a hand on the head of the two on the left and then quickly slammed them together at full pelt, catching them off guard and sending them toppling to the ground, groaning and holding their heads. She looked at the next one and proceeded to stamp on his foot and when he bent over she knee'd him in the face, toppling him too.

"Serves you right you git's. Now bugger off, cause if I see you again or you... see me I'm going to rip your head's off you hear?"

She was in a calm mood so she didn't go after them when they began to scramble away. As they did so she heard movement behind her and noticed that Mae had come to while looking about curiously, unaware as to what had happened to her. Raine smiled at her and brought her closer in to a hug, an arm over her neck and grinning a little, she still found her phasing out entertaining even if it was like the millionth time now. It had happened since they were young, although she was curious as to why it had happened this time. Looking her in the eye she could see a little sparkle.

"Did you get inspected by those tentacles?"

"Erm... Yeah... She's just walked off somewhere to grab some stuff"

"So cute and cool! What were they like... Wouldn't it be cool to have them?"

"Erm... Sure? I wouldn't describe them as cute though... Erm... Oh here she is now"

Raine walked back to the tentacle girl, still wondering so many things about her, including the tentacles, the doctoring knowledge, the different coloured eyes and the clothing. It was just a little odd in all honesty. She also wondered why the girl felt the need to crouch when about to apply the salve type thing she now had, especially as she was quite short so had here face and whole body lower than really needed, but who was she to question a doctor? Lifting only the back of her shirt for the doctor she indicated it was OK to apply the salve.

"Sure, go for it. I didn't catch your name by the way... You would be known as?"

She could see Mae inspecting what was happening with excitement in her eyes and... was that drool? Probably... She waited for the potion thing to be applied while wondering where Jeremiah had got to, did he have the drinks yet? He better do.

"By the way he said something about taking a piece of paper to find why they were after you."

"Well the thugs said something about a bounty so... That'll be a wanted poster, probably have one for Jeremiah too, hah! I hope they caught him with an awkward facial expression or something. That'd be great."
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Jeremiah began to walk a fair distance between the bar and "Raine's big debut featuring flesh!" However he could only imagine it was shortly lived for the male perverts with filthy minds, who had probably been ripped apart from head to balls by Raine for punishment for even thinking thoughts such as that. Jeremiah managed a glance of a shoulder after turning around but that was pointless; Jeremiah had no real attraction to women. Why was this? Well, until ever so recently, he secluded himself from other human contact, apart from the necessary communication between shopkeepers and merchants, to him, bystanders weren't particularly interesting, more rather boring. Raine and Mae happened to be a rare case.

He entered the bar with a firm stance, from what he knew already, Raine being attacked for no reason seemed unlikely, which meant the attackers had some knowledge of who Raine was. Jeremiah could only come to the assumption that they were bounty hunters after Raine's ever so recent bounty. This could end up proving difficult in the long run. Knowing Raine's violent streak, and Jeremiah's non-existent obligation to stop this chaos, their bounties could only increase higher and higher.

He looked around the bar, which appeared like more of a drinking hall, with a long stretched scape between the left and right wall. Plus the few tables, there was plenty of open floor for Jeremiah to walk on. He approached the bar where the bartender was displaying his clear enthusiasm for his job.

"Oi, 3- er, i mean, 4 pints of sake, please."

"That'll be... er..."

The bartender clearly not thinking straight, staring directly into the bottom of a empty pint glass to see the reflection of his eyes glaring back.

As Jeremiah firmly placed his ass onto a bar stool, he could hear the bar's wooden double doors swing open loudly, followed by a big bang of the edges of the door's frame against the walls. Turning to see the person or people who entered the tavern, he could identify three figures in plain sight. To the left, stood an averagely built man covered in a old, torn brown trenchcoat that masked most of his body and all of his torso. Overlapping that, was various belts to hold the numerous large guns behind his back, rifles, cannons, the lot. On his head, he wore a large vueltiao hat it was as worn as the rags below. Upon his face, was a solid iron mask, with three holes around the mouth section, and two eye holes for sight, obviously. He gripped a bulky pistol in his right hand tightly, appearing on edge slightly. The second figure to the right was a pink haired girl in a small maid's outfit. She appeared almost to contrast from the other character described, expect for the blood strains that stained her body, especially around the mouth and hands which opened lots of suspicions in Jeremiah's mind. She held a nodachi in it's scabbard aloft over her shoulder. Like the previous, one in rags, this girl also had a mask, except this one only covered her upper face, leaving her lower face exposed, revealing the blood and creepy grin that reached out to the corners of her little face. Then, final figure, who stood firmly in the middle, stood in a butler stance, which his hands held behind the waist and atoned in a purple suit, as well as having a top hat. Like the rest, this one also had a mask, but this one was more flat, white mask, with black crescent shapes to represent the eyes and mouth, it was hard to make out any holes in which to breath or see out of the damn thing.

They stood quite still for a while, there presence making the bar fall in a deep silence, as the few customers and bartenders stood like statues, their faces in the same, their jaws dropped far down and their eyes staring all at the three that had come in. Jeremiah turned back around, curious as to who they were. They would have to be well-known around these parts to get a reaction like that. Infamous Pirates? or even worse... bounty hunters? Jeremiah shallowed, he'd hope not.

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Tyrallia was only slightly worried when answering the patient's question with "Tyrallia".

After all, it was literally the first time she had said the word to someone, and she was pretty apprehensive about whether the name sounded dumb in other people's ears. "Oh look, there's the eejit goddess with the stupid name". She decided it was for the best to try and move on as quickly as she could. Once the patient's brief exchange with the woman with the rainbow hair, Tyrallia wasted no time in applying the salve to the patient's back, trying not to be concerned about the bounty these people apparently had.

Her back now coated in a thin layer of the stuff, Tyrallia went about the systematic poking of her back using her vines. "This might hurt a little bit." She spent maybe around a minute and a half navigating her back and applying pressure to the appropriate areas. With that done, she allowed the woman to lower her top.

"All I can recommend now is rest. Don't put it through too much strain. Should be fine in 3 days, maybe 5."

Tyrallia nodded slightly before moving past the two women. It was then that a thought occurred to her. To get to Boin Archipelago, she needed to find a good size ship with a willing crew to help her get there. If these people had bounties it was likely that they were hopping between islands to avoid capture, which would require a ship. Tyrallia herself was likely going to be in trouble with the marines soon enough, what with assisting fugitives and ripping a guy's arm off, so she may well work better with other wanted people. She turned around and looked back at them.

"Beg yer pardon, but I'm looking for a ship with a willing crew. There's somewhere in the Grand Line I need to get and I obviously can't do it alone. Don't suppose you have any space on your boat?"
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Tyrallia was right, it did hurt, although it hurt more than a bit, it hurt like hell and Raine wasn't enjoying it one bit. She bit her thumb whilst the initial pain was there, although stopped once it had calmed down, thankful that it would fix soon, although that amount of time on an island with people like the ones she'd just punched was maybe stretching it a little. She was fully aware of her violent tendencies. As she tried to move her body again after having tensed she realised the girl had been talking, and... She wanted to join them? Well they did need a doctor for when she over exerted herself and the girl seemed useful enough, that and Mae was very clearly nodding her head like a child, grinning ear to ear and squeaking every time her head reached the bottom of a nod. She wanted to say she'd think about it, especially as she'd need to talk to Orange about it but...

"It'll piss off old Orange coat the grumpy sod so... Sure. You can join us... Tyrallia. Although there are of course some questions I have for you, but they can wait. For now... Where the hell are our drinks?!"

Grabbing Mae's hand and pulling her away from their new friend before she could manage to harass her or hug her or something, she moved off towards the bar. It couldn't take him that long to get some drinks for four people could it? No, it was obvious he was just slacking off, maybe chatting up a toaster or something, or maybe beating some thugs up. If it were the latter then she would of course join in and be a little more lenient, but after they'd taken out the thugs he'd find a fist coming his way. Maybe right to where it hurts, cause she was pretty sure he hadn't turned anything but his arms to metal, just yet any way. Having been on the ship with him for a while it was kinda obvious he was going to make a few more "adjustments" to himself, he practically loved those removable hands and wouldn't part with them. Geez what was with the jokes?

"Tyrallia, don't do anything silly OK? I'm going to sort things out, just watch and you can get to know us a bit better, although feel free to talk to Orange, he's harmless... Or will be after I'm done with him."

They'd reached the front of the bar, perfect. She walked into the oddly already opened doors and looked about, quickly noticing the lazy looking sod sat on his backside looking at some random thing. She wasted no time in removing the device of his from earlier and throwing it full pelt at his unsuspecting ugly face, watching as it sped towards the target location whilst making a fizzing type noise. How curious. She'd have to ask him what had been inside it later on, now realising if it exploded then they'd be needed Tyrallia again, this time to stitch him back together. Then again, would he have put an explosive on Mae's head? Probably not, because he might have been stupid but he didn't lack all common sense. As she began to bring her hand back from throwing she noticed it was soaked in blood, she'd been biting it earlier and so now she realised she'd put so much effort into it she'd damaged it. Oops.

"DRINK!"

Probably not the best thing to shout, also probably hadn't been the best action as she'd literally been told ten seconds ago to not put too much effort into the things she did. No worries, she'd heal she was sure of that, and if it did get damaged again then she could get repaired, damn this girl was useful and she'd been in the crew about two minutes. She grinned, no longer angry; she was just the smartest sometimes. Plunging her hand into her pocket she pulled out a piece of material which had been in there for ages, for no apparent reason other than to be there. Using it she patched up the damaged bit of her hand and began walking over to Jeremiah, only to then noticed three people stood in the room, kitted out in weird clothing and with weird weapons, they looked dangerous but she couldn't help but wonder who they were, more bounty hunters to slaughter?

"Oi, who are you guys?"

"I thought you wanted drink..."

"Yeah but... I'm curious. Can't complain about that right?"

"True. Wait... Maybe they could join us!"

"Maybe..."

She looked at them each in the eye, not one bit intimidated by the heavy amount of artillery and blood about them, more wanting a drink and to know why they stood where they did. Where they there to be annoying or what?
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Jeremiah felt a strong force hit the back of his head, knocking his whole face right down onto the bar table, his face feeling ever so frightened of the sudden contact of wooden objects now. The thrown object had revealed itself as the previously used smoke bomb placed atop Mae's head, was now directed upwards, spiraling while rapidly dispensing smoke around Jeremiah and the barkeep, both of them holding blank expressions while facing Raine, Mae and the doctor that was helping Raine. Jeremiah presumed that was revenge for taking the opportunity to play a prank on head-in-the-clouds Mae. He guessed he deserved it, but it was worth it for a small slice of fun. After the small amount of smoke cleared, The bartender turned his 'dafuk' face towards Jeremiah, who had turned to face him in reaction.

" Don't ask."

"I recommend a leash for your dog."

" Nice idea, i'll consider it."

Turning towards Raine again, Jeremiah could interpret that she was confronting the three who had entered before them.

"Oi, who are you guys?"

"I thought you wanted drink..."

"Yeah but... I'm curious. Can't complain about that right?"

"True. Wait... Maybe they could join us!"

"Maybe..."

The middle man took a step forward, closing the gap between Raine as he started the chuckle slightly, maintaining his butler-like posture while doing so.

"Ehem, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Grand, a fairly famous businessman among the Grand Line who owns one of the largest weapons manufacturers in the world as well as Captain of the Mask Pirates... a graaannnnd pleasure to meet all of you."

He then swung his arm to the left, directing it towards the robed individual trimmed with an array of weaponry.

" Here we have my right hand man, master maskman and lover of all types of weaponry, Cunning, smart and above all, a pervert... Trigger!"

"Gah- you can't just tell somebody lies about me! You damn idiot!"

Completely ignoring the reaction from Trigger, the top hatted man proceeded to Flay his other hand to the right, this time directed at the small girl in blood.

"...and last all not least, lover of organs, death, corpses, screams, but above all, cute animals! Mary!

The girl giggled crazily in response to her own introduction, unnerving Jeremiah slightly.

" As for our business, we need a little discussion with the barkeep..."

He finally released the grip of his two hands from behind his waist, proceeding to click the joints in his hands and neck in an unnatural way, almost disturbing Jeremiah. After that creepy stretch of the body, he entered some sort of combat stance, his hands spout forward and his legs firmly stood apart.

"Soru!"

Suddenly the man with the perfect suit had appeared to instantly stand atop the bar table, as if he had teleported somehow. Jeremiah jolted back in response, so surprised at how one man could move so fast from one point to the next! Almost immediately after warping onto the table, the gent had grabbed hold of the barkeep's shirt collar and raised him up a few meters off the ground. Grand looking directly into his eyes while the barkeep began to struggle and gasp.

"Now... where is it?"
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Why was nobody in the world 'normal'?

Having been marooned for several months Tyrallia had honestly forgotten the strangeness of people. She openly admitted that she was far from normal - 'Plant Goddess' isn't a title you give to random bystanders - and since arriving here on... wherever she was, she had a whole host of strange people that were now topped one by one by the trio of strangers that now introduced themselves and immediately resorted to violence as though they had been waiting for "Orange" and these two women, or maybe Tyrallia, to arrive before they did it. Everyone seemed to intensely fixated on the action that no one tried to keep Tyrallia out despite the commotion she'd cause earlier.

God, calling herself Tyrallia in her thought patterns was starting to get tedious.

Not one to interrupt others' business until she saw reason to, she walked up behind the two women who she was now technically crew-mates with. She stood next to them, lamenting the fact she was at least a foot shorter than the shorter one of them. She looked up at the woman with the red hair, who seemed to be more... together than the rainbow-haired lady. Not that she was one to judge.

"Care to introduce yehselves then?" she asked quietly. It's generally a good idea to know the names of people you're working with.
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She'd hit Jeremiah directly; she couldn't help but grin at her amazing accuracy that she had when it came to attacking Jeremiah. Looking back at the man she didn't like how close he stood, but his introductions seemed fair enough and not out of order in any way. Perhaps his handling of the barman was a little unnecessary though, but she could still get her drink without too much of a worry from them. Walking over to the bar, ignoring the man's unusual movements, she pushed herself up onto the counter and then slid over it graciously. After that quick manoeuvre she grabbed four glasses, sticking two under the beer tap and the other two under the next tap which squirted liquid she could only deem to be cola judging by the almost black colour. Trying some of Mae's she found it was in fact cola, which was nice indeed. She slammed Jeremiah's down in front of him:

"Here you are. You're paying though... Go give that man who's being held in the air and probably about to be beaten up, his money now won't ya?"

She grinned at the comment and walked over to Tyrallia and Mae, handing each of them a drink and observing what they were doing. Mae only just managed to take the drink before continuing her attempted and more one sided conversation with the one known as Mary. It was kind of obvious that the comment about cute animals had most definitely sparked an interest in the heart of the brilliant woman. It only took her a few seconds to be attempting to mix her rainbow drink sachet into the cola and failing miserably, dark colours usually weren't affected by it all that much. She could almost sense the disappointment and annoyance in the air, and no words had even been uttered; it took her only a few seconds to decide that the rainbows were there, but only at heart, and drink half of it instantly. Whilst passing the drink to Tyrallia, the girl asked their names, to which she replied:

"The names Raine Nimia. Good to meet you, and you know... Have you aboard. And to be healed by you... Yeah... Anyways this is Mae Nimia here. Same surname, you can guess why. Oh and over there is the resident grumpy sod known as Jeremiah Orange or something, just call him Orange. And then there is you, the newest member of the crew... Which by the way only has like... Half a name which is mostly down to Orange. Yeah... Cheers!"

She let go of the cup, only half checking to see if a small hand was attached to it or not before moving back to the counter and grabbing her drink of beer. She couldn't trust Mae being drunk, way too dangerous for pretty much anyone, and she felt a little irresponsible giving a little girl alcohol, especially one she'd just met. She took a big mouthful of the beverage and swallowed hard, as Mae did the same with her drink now having full attention on that over talking about cute things with Mary. As they both drunk their eyes instantly met. To a normal person you might think there was some sort of chemistry thing going on there, like any married couple might have; it really wasn't the case. They both held their hands over their mouths in almost disgust and struggled to swallow the drinks, although eventually somehow managing the great feat. It was at that moment they simultaneously spoke to each other:

"Peaches!"

"Peaches!"

Neither of them had expected that turn of events, having a peach taste to their drinks. She'd heard something about them earlier, but Raine hadn't expected them to even be in the drinks, what the hell?! She put the drink down on the table and acted like she'd come back to it; she wouldn't. Both her and her partner both had a dislike for peaches which went past hate. How both of them had that with no links blood wise to each other she couldn't understand, but it was a thing and it was annoying, and probably would be on the current island. She sighed and placed a firm hand on Tyrallia's shoulder before speaking:

"I sense trouble, just be ready if shit kicks off. Hopefully not on my sandals though... It's a nightmare to clean these surprisingly and even worse when a guys blood is on it, probably the one who put the stuff there, but not necessarily."
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Jeremiah was watching contently at the so called 'Captain Grand', holding the bartender two meters off the ground with his mask invading the poor man's private space, almost to the point of forcing his pale, white disguise into the man's eyes. Jeremiah began to lick his lips in delight, although as excessively as would be normally, due to the fact he had acknowledged he was in danger. His next course of action would be dictated by what happened next. From the scene created, he could picture the calm interview 'held' my the butler-like dressed man going along the lines of more and more violence until either the barman's pride or his bones broke. Mr. Grand seemed to talk Jeremiah's language. Violence, Chaos, all the great feats of this day and age.

Suddenly, a filled glass was slammed into the wooden barside directly in front of Jeremiah. Taking him by surprise, he jolted back slightly. The dark, brown liquid within the pint glass rose upward 10 centimeters before descending back to the bottom of the flask. The hand previously guiding the glass to the table, was Raine's.

"Here you are. You're paying though... Go give that man who's being held in the air and probably about to be beaten up, his money now won't ya?"

She stood beside Jeremiah briefly, then returned to Mae's side again, clearly having a mug grin on her face that put jeremiah back in his place. Jeremiah seemed to notice Raine's strong control over Jeremiah. He was physically weak, despite having metal arms, making him an easy target for physically stronger women with red hair. But he wasn't showing much resistance against Raine's reign of terror, thinking about how easy it would to shoot her in the back of the head, however this wouldn't satisfy Jeremiah, he in fact wanted Raine to be alive and cause chaos in the form of unnecessary violence, if this meant putting up with her constant abuse or control, then so be it he thought.

He turned back to Grand, who was looking back with his head slightly tilted and his fist still firmly gripped onto the bartender's collar.

"...Having a nice drink, are we?"

He immediately followed his speech with an extended kick towards Jeremiah's glass while maintaining his grip of the frightened Tavern owner and his excellent firm stance, causing the glass to fly to the right and hit the wooden support beam, smashing into pieces and freeing the alcohol inside. Well that wasn't very gentlemen-like.

"Well, not anymore."

Jeremiah was completely unfazed by Grand's words, responding normally and calmy. It was clearly obvious that this band of misfits and a gentle-businessman were not to be trifled with, especially due to the power displayed when approaching the bartender. It was also clear that engaging in a bar brawl with these people would give Raine even more injures atop her back wound. Thus, needed to act civilized about this. For now, he sunk back into his barstool with less confidence than when he entered the building.He then eventually lifted himself upwards to stand and move towards Raine and Mae and to then escape from this situation.

"Hold up."

The cloaked man with the tightly fitted iron mask raised his gun arm, gripping a metal handgun and directing his aim towards Jeremiah. His cold stare seemed to dull Jeremiah's, who was unnerved under the surface.

" What do you know about cranberries?"

At that moment, the tavern slowly drifted into a silence, turning and facing the two cloaked figures interacting. Their faces were a mixture of shock and surprise, while Jeremiah's was more puzzled.

"E-Excuse me?"
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