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| Fresca | May 30 2015, 04:57 PM Post #1 |
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”Woah, this place is weird.” Raywor stood near the outskirts of Turpintown. In his excitement to explore his first island on the Grand Line, he had only just noticed that the island was almost entirely void of color. The ground, the buildings, the signs, trees, every single thing was white. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that he hadn’t gone colorblind, looking around again. ”Shoot, I didn’t really go colorblind, did I?” He said to himself, checking anywhere for color. Unfortunately, the majority of his outfit was also white, wearing a faded marines jacket and white pants. Finally, he locked his eyes on the skin tone of his hands, noticing the pigment of it. ”Okay, that’s a good sign.” Unfortunately, in his long time living by himself he had grown accustomed to having pretty good length conversations with himself, as well as vocalizing a lot of his thoughts or actions. This led to those passing by giving him rather odd reactions. It seemed for now, because of the colorlessness of most of his outfit, he would be spared from harassment by the locals. ”Geez, I don’t even know where to start,” he said, that thought turning into a grin. Sure, all of the buildings looked the same, but hey, he was on a whole ‘nother island. With people. An entire civilization of them. Excited by the prospects of this, Raywor giddily entered the first blank building to his right, barging through the door and yelling ”Oi!” In reality, this reaction would probably only be socially acceptable at a bar or restaurant, either of which he was hoping the building to be. Unfortunately, his guess would be wrong, as it was clear to him that the building was simply residential. Upon his loud entrance, the poor lady washing dishes at her sink dropped a plate in shock, not expecting such an intrusion. ”Oh, shoot. Sorry, lady! I thought this would be a bar or something,” he shouted, waving to her as she nervously picked up the pieces of the plate on the floor. After several moments of awkward silence, the only sound being the light cling of glass being collected on a table, Raywor finally broke the silence. ”Alright, then. I’ll go somewhere else. See ya!” With that, Raywor stepped outside and back into what looked like a blank canvas of a town. So far, Raywor wasn’t having great luck with social interactions here. He could blame it on not really talking to people for half a decade, sure, but he would probably agree if someone told him that he was acting a little bit like a moron. This wasn’t something he was too worried about at the moment. For him, he was concerned with finding anything in this place. Sure, the people seemed friendly enough to deal with his goofiness so non aggressively, but there were no labels on anything of the plain white buildings or symbols that really stuck out saying “hey, this is a bar” or “hey, this is a store.” For the moment, Raywor stood perplexed, eyeing the line of buildings in front of him and deciding which one to storm into next. |
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| ♥ Dusk | May 31 2015, 03:08 AM Post #2 |
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After setting foot on the island, Mulaney found herself with a certain thought. That the entire place was unnerving. When she heard of a bleached town where colour was coveted as a type of commodity, she wasn't really sure what she was going to find. After leaving the boat she had been transported on, she realised how literal that statement was. The Grand Line was one hell of a place, despite having trained on one of the islands for over a month she was still unused to it all. Mulan had grown up within the confines of a small island in the South Blue, so freak blasts of lightning from a single cloud in an open sky made her feel nervous. She was hard to disturb though and it was even harder for it to show on her face. Walking through the streets of people wearing white clothing with pale palors, she felt as if she stuck out like a sore thumb. Her tanned skin matched with the blue Fiore jacket that she wore displayed that she definitely looked out of place. Her sword hung by her waist, a hand placed above the pommel of the hidden blade. She began to wonder if there was some sort of armoury or blacksmith on this island that she could visit. For the young smith, an armoury was like looking at an open house gallery. She let out a sigh as she began walking through the crowds, noticing that there were various eyes on her and her colourful get-up. She wasn't used to eyes begin on her, which brought her thoughts, probably not for the last time, to how this island unnerved her. Unlike the last island she had been on, there weren't any criminal activities that were amazingly apparent on the island. Seems she was going to be bored on this particular journey. She looked at the streets, noticing how none of the shops had any signs that made their business amazingly apparent. Mulaney frowned as she stood at the top of the street. She didn't like it here, not one bit. It was dull, in the literal sense. |
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| Fresca | May 31 2015, 01:16 PM Post #3 |
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After scratching his chin for about a minute, Raywor finally decided to break his own indecision and burst into the next building like he had done the last. In his mind, there really wasn’t a bad scenario that could evolve from this, because if it wasn’t a tavern or restaurant then he would just move on, simple as that and hunky dory. ”Here we go, take two!” He shouted, running towards the door of the next building down the row. He did exactly as he had done previously, barging through the door and shouting ”Oiii!” before even discerning what kind of building he was finding himself in. This second building wasn’t what he was looking for either, unfortunately. Actually, he didn’t even really understand what was going on in this place. It was colorless as the rest of the island, and sort of had the layout of the barber shop from home, with a surprised clerk at a counter near the door and a row of chairs beyond her. Only rather than getting their hair done the customers seemed to be getting their faces and/or other parts of their body lathered in… paint? ”Wahow, this place is weird too,” Raywor said, scratching his head. ”S-sir? Do you have an appointment?” The clerk spoke to Raywor with a confused tone, as if it was obvious from the outside what kind of services this place was offering. ”Uh, nah, I don’t need paint all over me. Thanks!” With a wave, Raywor walked out to the street again. ”Man, I know that I could spend all day just looking around, but people might start to get irritated,” Raywor said to himself, stroking an imaginary beard. He wasn’t kidding, as spending all day bursting open every door in Turpintown would be a treat to Raywor after spending so long not interacting with anyone. He was also just the kind of person who enjoyed new things. It would be at this moment that one of the only colorfully dressed people around had caught his eye. She looked to be about his age and was rather pretty, but most importantly had one of the most interesting swords that he had ever laid eyes on. Even from a good distance away, he could tell that it was a sword that was huge and awesome. ”Woah! Hey hey! Over here!” Raywor waved to her, hoping to catch the swordswoman’s attention. Realizing that he could be waving to anybody on the street, he began to walk towards her as well. ”Yo! That is the sickest sword I’ve ever seen!” It seemed for now that his scatterbrained mind had gotten its attention locked on something new. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 2 2015, 05:52 PM Post #4 |
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Despite thinking otherwise, Raywor wouldn't have any difficulty in grabbing Mulaney's attention. As it so happened, she isntantly noticed him the moment he left the odd body paint shop, being the only other person with colour, even with a severe lack of anything that wasn't white, she was still able to see him clearly throught he crowds of bleached people. She raised her arms towards him, also trying to grab his attention as she pushed her way through the crowds before being able to come close enough to him to hear his praise about her sword. The comment made her eyes go wide, she hadn't heard a compliment about her sword for quite some time, not even that Kazehara man had been able to properly appraise it, could it be that this new comer was a smith as well? Had she finally met a kindred spirit within the Grand Line. She tried to hide her excitement behind her normal passive look, though her eyes had definitely lit up with the thought of being able to talk about black smithing with someone else. It was surprisingly difficult to find other travelling smiths. A lot of the ones she had met during her travels over the admittedly few islands she had been on had always seemed shady in some shape or form. It was probably due to the buying in bulk aspect that either the marines or pirates requested from them. "Thank you very much," she greeted the man, giving him a nod. "I'm sorry if this seems like an odd question, but why is everything so.... white?" she asked, trying to see if there was some sort of festival on at the current being, unfamiliar with the odd rain that came at various intervals that washed away any colours. "And why are people looking at my clothing like it's worth a lot more than it is..." she trailed off. Her jacket had been a bit pricey, but still affordable. |
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| Fresca | Jun 6 2015, 11:07 AM Post #5 |
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As Raywor approached the woman, he could see that her demeanor turned into a positive and approachable one. He was subconsciously glad that he wasn’t about to get slapped or cut with the cool sword. He definitely wanted so see that sick weapon in action… just not on him. Or he’d have to punch a girl. He didn’t think he’d done that before. Before he could get much out besides his compliments, she was asking him questions about the island. He didn’t look like a local, did he? His clothes were rather white, but he thought that he had enough flair about him not to be considered just one of the other people on this colorless expanse. ”Oh, gee, I don’t really know anything about this place,” Raywor said, scratching his chin with another hand on his hip. ”I mean, it’s pretty cool though. That store in there lets you paint your whole body. Ever wanted to have blue skin?” He pointed to the building that he had stumbled out of not too long ago. Things were starting to seem backwards to Raywor, however. By the way people were eyeing the color on their clothing, and the body paint shop, he was confused as to why the whole island was colorless. ”Yeah, wait, that is weird. If they like color so much, why doesn’t this place have any?” The louder he talked, the more people were doing double takes and drawing their attention to the two, especially the girl in her colorful Fiore jacket. Excited that this was the first full length conversation he had had in a while, Raywor decided to keep on rolling and continue talking as opposed to letting the poor girl speak. ”Wait, but yeah, your sword! That thing must be able to cut through, like, mountains! Have you ever used it? Who made it?” He fired his questions at the girl a mile a minute, his freckled eyes sparkling like a child’s. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 12 2015, 08:18 AM Post #6 |
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So it seemed that this guy didn't have much of a clue as to what was wrong with the people on this island. She felt a pang of regret of having stopped here, noting in the Grand Line made much sense, or so it seemed. As she tried to focus on her thoughts and possibly her next set of plans, she found that she didn't get much of a chance to do so as the blonde haired fellow before her wouldn't stop talking after she had set him off. Keeping her lips tight, she did her best not to ask the man to shut up. He was the only person who would seemingly talk to her and she didn't want to ruin that, not yet anyway. The corners of her mouth did flicker a little bit at the mention of her sword, that was a subject she was happy to discuss. Patting the sheath of her blade, she decided took this small window to speak. "I doubt it could cut through mountains, but yes, this is my sword. I've been wielding is all throughout my training, I also happen to be the one who made it," she explained, raising her free hand as she spoke in a matter of fact type of way. "As it so happens, I'm a travelling smith. I haven't been able to find a place to set up shop, but I do have experience in teaching. Even those whose personalities would make teaching.... more than a little difficult," she explained, referring to her first and only pupil whom she had left behind with that odd boy who held a certain obsession with squirrels. "The name's Mulaney, by the way. I figure it'd be handier to have considering no one else seems to speak to outsiders. Mind if i have yours, unless you're fine with me calling you motor mouth," she tried to make a joke, she wans't particularly proficient at such things, but she may as well and try. |
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| Fresca | Aug 10 2015, 01:29 PM Post #7 |
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Raywor listened to the girl with his hands on his hips as she talked about her sword and her trade. He couldn’t believe that someone so young could actually craft something so sick looking. He figured it would take like twenty years to make something like that. If that were the case, that sword would probably be older than the girl was. Then again, Raywor also really had no idea how smithing worked, or how long it really took a person to master the trade. He took her word for it. He was too excited to think that she could possibly even be lying. ”You make swords and teach people how to use them?! Man, you just get cooler and cooler!” He took his right hand off his hip and shook it in a fist at Mulaney. Not in an aggressive manner, but in more of a “that is absolutely righteous” manner. ”I can kinda make stuff too, I guess,” Raywor said, scratching the back of his head. ”Where I’m from I used to make a lot of beer, my dad taught me. I’m no master brewer, but I know how to make any beer taste good!” He gave her a thumbs up. He was talking faster than his mind was actually processing what Mulaney had said to him. ”Oh, yeah, I’m Raywor. I talk a lot because I was stranded by myself for five years. Animals don’t really talk back.” He extended his hand to the lady in order to initiate a friendly handshake. It had actually been a long time since he had really formally met anyone. His mind flashed back to the last social encounter that was exciting as this one, which had ended up with a dead bear and Raywor punching two people out. This scenario was objectively better. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Sep 20 2015, 12:35 PM Post #8 |
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Mulaney nodded to as the man gave a little bit of information about himself, her arms hung low as they were crossed beneath her chest. As she listened as to what Raywor had to say about himself, she found that the town was all of a sudden getting a little less dismal. The white buildings and bleached people were beginning to liven up as things wore on, though her standing out by wearing a normal colour palette was oddly disorientating. What was a little worrying though was when he mentioned the fact that he had been stranded on an island filled with animals. Unsure of how to reply to the topic, she just claimed that he must have great survival skills from the venture. she could only imagine that the solitude would have been nice for meditation, but there was something about the ginger haired fellow that stood before her that made her believe that he didn't do all that much meditating. As she took in a breath to reply and add to the conversation, something which she was prone to forget to do, her ears picked up on something. Out of the corner of her eye, she picked up on two large burly shapes muttering to themselves. "Hey, you hear about that hooded guy on Brick Blues?" " The guy who claims he's apart of Forgotten?" "Yeah, total nut job." Her eyes widening she took a step back, giving a small and polite bow towards the man before her. "I apologise but I've got to go! This is very important, I hope to see you again some time!" she stated, straightening herself up before hurrying off she sped off towards the docks. As she came to a skidding halt, she began to ask about passage towards the Brick Blues, hopping aboard the first vessel that stated they'd need a chore boy to swob the decks. Her impressive arms were more than enough to persuade the captain to let her aboard for the journey. She gave a quick farewell to the awfully disturbing Gesso Island. Mulaney Exit |
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