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| ♥ Tengu | Apr 2 2017, 06:28 PM Post #1 |
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“Oh shit. Oh man, I fucked up, I fucked up bad.” Write pushed back his sweat drenched hair as he sat still, back to the wall and entirely tense. It was a simple enough act that had gotten him into this whole mess, but also a shameful one that was done entirely on impulse that he now had to bear the full responsibility for. Well, that is if she managed to catch him. “Why would I take it? Dammit Write, can’t you ever think for one goddamn minute before doing shit like this.” He berated himself, though if he was being honest, it was more being sorry that he had gotten caught rather than feeling moral shame. “H-hey, what am I worried about? I’m stronger than her by a long shot and even Piper didn’t mess me up that badly. What do I have to worry about?” Write tried to reassure himself that the fishwoman pursuing him wasn’t a threat in the first place, though his apparent confidence was immediately betrayed by a look of discomfort on his face. “…Then again, I didn’t sneak into Piper’s room and steal... those.” Edited by Tengu, Apr 3 2017, 01:33 PM.
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| ♥ mockday | Apr 9 2017, 02:57 PM Post #2 |
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"Where are you?!" growled the seaking-like roar of an enraged fishwoman. Her webbed palms firmly clutching a pair of valves and knobs as her eyes scanned the area for someone. The frontosa's glare alone made it seem as though someone had slighted her far beyond the normal limits of what her unparalleled temper could truly handle. "I said, 'Where are you, Write?' Do you really think you can hide from me?!" asked the fishwoman once again while the hinges of her mechanical battle suit yelped and yelled out with her every one of its lumbering movements. The gigantic contraption of metal peered into the nearby alleyways, empty street corners and across desolate streets in search of the mandible-haired malcontent. The frontosa had little say about the current situation, likely because even thinking about it only served to frustrated and agitate her into a more violent state of mind. "Give 'em back, you hear?! I'll blow this entire town to bits and pieces if I have to, ya spineless bastard!" she remarked, eyes narrowing at the even the slightest hint to the paraplegic's whereabouts. The large, brute-ish figure turned its artificial grimace, towards a particular alley - one barely large enough to accommodate the machine's entire frame. "Show yourself!" demanded the humpheaded shipwright as she watched discarded bits of paper tumble into the pitch black wedge in front of her. Though, the frontosa did not even want to falter or hesitate for even a moment as Mariead firmly anticipated to find the wheelchair-bound bastard cowering behind the one thing he resembled the most right now, filthy garbage. ravioli ravioli bring in the robotoli
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| ♥ Dusk | Apr 11 2017, 12:53 PM Post #3 |
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Through the streets of the town came a rushing wind, heralded by a blue haired blur. Whilst many would believe it to be a hedgehog of some kind, those who knew better would have known that it was something far worse and far more deadly. The Harlequeen's hair billowed behind her as she ran, full-tilt, through the streets, somersaulting over fences, bounding over obstacles and roaring at any who would dare get in her way. For today was the day that Clarabell Grace had truly allowed her anger to get the better of her. Whilst it had started it off as an average day, it soon shifted into bedlam as the red nosed inventor realised that her most prize possessions had been tainted. Her tickets to the Shichibukai Big Top's show had been slathered in a grotesque, viscous substance; the likes of which could turn the stomach of a weaker being. For the Pirate Captain though, she knew all too well whose hand it had been that had coated her tickets in slime. "Ladies and Gentleman, give a warm round of applause to Xavros! The deadest man alive!" she announced, her words coming out as if they were a shriek. In her hands were two guns which she'd begin firing every so often to show how serious she was. "This'll be a real show turner, or town turner, whichever has to come first!" |
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| ♥ Singularity | Apr 11 2017, 06:25 PM Post #4 |
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Oooooo this was not good, not good at all, he’d really gone and done it now. She was going to be bonkers, bannanas, ballistic, boomtastic levels of mad! And xavros wasn’t at all sure what he was going to do about it. It wasn’t his fault, the captains most prized possessions were all shiny and nice after all, who wouldn’t want to touch them? But then he thought about that stupid jewlon, the big bosomed harlot manmanther and all those other little scandalous scamps trying to be the missus number 1 and replace him, and he hated it, he just hated it so much. Turned out jealousy really did leave you green, it had turned him into a real slimeball, both in the most literal sense. Now you cry, “well why not just wash them?” but wouldn’t you know it just then footsteps had come plodding down the hallway, a very familiar, particularly prominent set of footsteps, footsteps that belonged to someone who couldn’t see him in their room. So like any self respecting worm he’d scarpered for his life, wriggling through the ship's porthole and scampering off into the night. Unfortunately the shrieks of bloody murder were enough to tell him he’d not exactly made much of an escape, and the missus was nothing if not light on her feet he wasn’t going to stay out of her way for long. Gingerly he rose up from the chimney stack behind which he was couched. ”Ok ok i know what you’re thinking, but what if xavros was to say it wasn’t him?!?!” the questioning intonation of his voice as he hollered down from the roof to the streets below enough to give away it’s falsehood, lies only compounding his sins. ”Yeh! Yeh! It was totally that little jezzebelle, she sets xavros up she did, it’s that pyro pixie you wanna be looking for, not little ol xavros” |
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| ♥ Tengu | Apr 12 2017, 08:55 AM Post #5 |
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“Yeah, that was kind of the idea...” Write muttered under his breath as the ominous sound of Mariead's battlesuit stomping about grew closer and closer. This was the point in the story that he normally would have rolled over and returned what he had stolen, or otherwise go out of his way to avoid conflict, but this was a bit different. The degree that he had fucked up in was beyond that and maybe even beyond his masochistic stock system of Writenomics. “Maybe we can just talk this out, r-right Guppy? It wasn't even me, I bet it was Jolon, he's always up to no good.” Write called out, in the meantime fashioning a short, rope-like length of hair and rigging it to span the alley at the battlesuit's shin height. “I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this... when you catch me!” He went on, feeble voice shifting to a cocky jeer as he broke into a blistering pace wheeling in the opposite direction of the fishwoman, his legs shrinking and his chest beating like a massive drum. He wasn't about to actually fight Mariead, but he was more than capable of tiring her out. That said, the unexpected sound of gunfire as he reached the end of the alley proved to throw the pirate a bit off guard, slowing ever so slightly as he broke out into the main street, only to crash into... a clown? Unsure if what had just happened was real, Write looked around with a groan as he dragged his body back into his chair, only to let out a sharp yelp when he saw that the feminine clown was not only real, but had the fishwoman's frilly delicates resting on her chest. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” he muttered nervously, snatching the pair of underwear away from the woman. If he was going to get in trouble, he wasn't about to let some rando take his precious treasure, though something seemed off about the situation... namely the fact that the once singular pair of panties was trailed by dozens of other pairs tied together. “What.” Tech/OOC Edited by Tengu, Apr 12 2017, 12:36 PM.
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| ♥ mockday | Apr 12 2017, 03:33 PM Post #6 |
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The fishwoman continued to shuffle her massive contraption through the narrow alleyway - past the cinderblock edges and discarded heaps of scrap - all the while scraping against the building's wall, further announcing her presence to the paraplegic. Though impassable as it might have seemed at the time, Mariead didn't relent in her pursuit. Rightfully, putting one heavy arm forward for added support, she peered down at Write in the form of a menacing silhouette towering over the wheelchair-bound man. "Don't you try and. . .?" began the shipwright before immediately being interrupted by the sound of gunfire and mischevious cooing in the background. The momentary lapse in attention allowing the mandible-haired man to make his short-lived escape attempt. It seemed as if the town had been growing more lively by the second but not even the fishwoman could've anticipated the carnival of weirdoes that had managed to sneak its way past her periphery. The slimy voice of a jester was the first to catch her off-guard, forcing her to jerk her metallic suit to the side at an odd angle. The resulting thud putting her in an unexpected pinch, a literal one in fact. "You have got to be kidding me." acknowledged the fishwoman as her futile pushes and pulls at the contraption's controls wedged the whole thing further into the tight corridor. Though it was only two figures, their garish make-up and colourful attire had stirred some bad memories within the shipwright's guts. "Rotten clown fish, look what you did. . .!" echoed the fishwoman's voice through the machine, already willing to blame her unfortunate circumstances on the creepy stranger in bright tights. The metallic whir of her battle suit continued to struggle against the building's sturdy walls, sending bits of dust to rain down her even as she proceeded to open the front hatch. Her massive forehead being the first thing to peer out of her contraption before her frustrated eyes searched for the shadowy clown for no reason other than to berate him. ravioli ravioli bring in the robotoli
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| ♥ Dusk | Apr 15 2017, 04:16 AM Post #7 |
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"Jessie...!" Clarabell began, her voice raising as she did so, her brows knitting together to form an aggressive unibrow. "What's she doing with acidic, flatworm slime?!" the clown screeched, her guns going off once more in response to Xavros' outrageous claims that he was not at fault. Who the hell did he take her for? Some fool? Nay, she was a clown, plain as day! Turning her body to look up towards where the voice had originated from, her gaze was met with the sight of her First Mate; Xavros Sanctum, his bicorn hat sprouting up from the top of a chimney. In a low and serious voice, she promised, "I'm going to blow you awa - Hey!" she cried, having finished her sentence with a large yelp before she fell down onto the ground. The young clown had been a victim of reckless driving, now sprawled out on the ground like a mundane pedestrian. Dazed and confused, she looked across her body and at her aggressor, noticing that a fresh new pair of undergarments were now perched on her chest. Reaching for them, she tugged at something from her sleeve, something which she usually kept for Sam. "Who the hell are you - Interrupting my performance like that, I should give you the same treatment I'm about to give Xavros," she growled, only to find that the man would hop back into his wheelchair -explaining her current predicament- but only that, but also grasping the pair of underwear from her chest. Snatching a small blue sphere from her side pouch, she hurled it towards the mandible haired man's face. "Hands off, creep!" she sneered as the device would explode in a small ball of heat and flames. Tech
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| ♥ Singularity | Apr 18 2017, 07:33 AM Post #8 |
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Huh, so the captain had not been duped as indubitably as xavros thought he might have managed. That posed somewhat of a problem, the problem mostly consisting of the imminent arrival of bullets, explosives or some other form of dangerous device with devilishly destructive deaderization capabilities. ”Right...well..errr, xavros see’s you make a good point there, that one is a real think thunker, what if we just storm brained our ways to an answer for a bit and stopped all this shennanigaggery?” Expecting a concussive blast to respond to his petition for amnesty what he received instead was an exclaimed squeal, one that was equal parts shock and surprise. Peering out from around the side of the chimney stacks behind which he’d sought refuge he saw the missus below draped in what appeared to be a string of ladies unmentionables, a trail that led back the a stocky man in a seat with wheels on. Ordinarily this kind of perversary would have garnered a swift shanking, after all what kind of deranged individual tried to dress a woman in more than one pair of unmentionables? It wasn’t like they had enough legs for it, and as he’d found out before they didn’t make for the best hats. No not the best hats at all! Hats weren’t supposed to make people hit you with bats, and when they did you had to suppose just maybe there was a design flaw. However before the need for him to interfere arose a swift toss left the weirdo engulfed in a cloud of flames and smoke, while the jester doubled over in laughter dancing atop the stacks beneath his feet. ”POP goes the wheelchair weasel!! You were all No! And he was all Kaplow!! Kyakyak what a detonated dumb dumb” the howls of laughter not seeming to calm in the slighted, apparently all concern for his own well being entirely forgotten. However his laughter was stopped in his tracks as from his perch he spotted something that caused the very air to catch in his throat, jaw slack and dumb struck. It was like a man, but made of metal, stuck with waggling limbs between two buildings. And then!! AND THEN!! It opened up it’s belly and a little blue head popped out! IT WAS PREGNANT!! THIS WAS HOW ROBOTS WERE BORN!! ”XAVROS WAAAAAANTS!” leaping off from atop the building, arms outstretched, fingers clutching ready to land upon it and grab the infant by its big bulbous blue head. Obviously it needed help getting out into the world, and here he was to welcome its little clockwork face into the world. His own little robot baby, everyone on the ship would be jelous! Edited by Singularity, Apr 18 2017, 07:34 AM.
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| ♥ Tengu | Apr 18 2017, 08:10 AM Post #9 |
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Despite the sizable amount of commotion going on around him, Write was a bit too distracted to pay attention to the painted lady berating him, Guppy getting stuck and also berating him, or the strange jester that had swooped down from above. No, he had more important questions on his mind, such as “How did that happen?”, “Where did these come from?”, and “Are these all Guppy's?” Still, it probably wasn't the best time to be caught up in the euphoria of being in the possession of some fifty pairs of mystery panties, signified by the bomb going off in his face. Wincing in anticipation of what was sure to be a terrible impact, the pirate reflexively applied a defensive layer of haki... to his string of delicates. It was better safe than sorry. The loud boom of the explosion still ringing in his ears, Write slowly opened his eyes to find that he was relatively unaffected by the blast save for a few tears in his clothes and slightly dishevelled hair. “You clowning around?” he question his assailant, clearly a bit confused by the very minor strike against him. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♥ mockday | Apr 20 2017, 10:01 AM Post #10 |
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There were growls of frustration and anguish as the fishwoman continued to glare at the paraplegic. Her arms still tugging at the whatever piece of her contraption she could find - with all of them failing to budge the mechanical suit's lumbering frame. Mariead's eyes then snapped back towards Write, as a deafening blast saw the wheelchair-bound man be engulfed in smoke and flames. Not that it mattered, as the fishwoman's surprise expression changed back to her signature snarl and grimace. "I wish you'd drop dead, ya bastard!" yelled out the frontosa before the eerie presence of a peculiar clownfaced menace drew in another confused glance. The awkward silence between the two lasting a mere few seconds as she watched Xavros leap down from the building's rooftop - his mad cackle rightfully causing her to slip back into her gigantic machine in a fit of panic. "D-don't you get near me, you hear!?" demanded the fishwoman, noticing the still open hatch with a heavy lump in her throat slowly making its way down to her chest. With her arms fumbling behind her, the frontosa lamented her decision to stay inside a contraption that only had a single opening. Though that tight space might still prove useful to her as her mystery device audibly snapped into position - the metal glint revealing it to be a bear-trap of sorts, only far more menacingly fangled. "Oh, no I'm trapped! I hope someone doesn't decide to peek their head inside!" shouted out the raven-haired shipwright in a jarring tone of pure theatrics with her arms outstretched, still brandishing the metal jaws of death. Her fishy heart was beating fast and unevenly, but her focus was unwavering - waiting for the best opportunity to let herself slide past the mad pierrot. "I said, I'm trapped and don't know how to get out!" she repeated once again. If not for the reverberating echo of her mechanical suit, one could've easily noticed the increasingly frustrated manner in which she feigned her distress. She hoped it was at least a bit convincing. ravioli ravioli bring in the robotoli it's also a trap
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| ♥ Dusk | Apr 21 2017, 03:52 AM Post #11 |
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As the flames consumed the face of her mystery assailant, Clarabell couldn't help but chuckle to herself. There weren't many who were foolish enough to come between her and whatever it was she crazed about that day; tickets or panties. It wasn't until she realised that her assault didn't come to the same fruition that she had expected it to that she was left gaping with panic. From the resounding blast came nought but the slightly disheveled hair of the man. "Wh-what? How? That should have burned your face up!" she asked, confused as to why her technique didn't work out the way that she had planned. If that weren't enough, the man decided to add insult to injury; citing a clown joke straight to her face. She wasn't fully aware if this counted as some kind of anti-social behaviour, as many clowns were to make those kinds of jokes, but those outside of the community making such statements was... off putting for the pirate captain. "Alright, it's go time!" she cried, her wrist twirling in the air to catch the panties around it and tying it there. While this was happening, she took one another of the spheres from her pouch, this one painted with a face of a monkey on it. "Clownimal: Monkey Business!" she declared, tossing the sphere up into the air, two hands sprouting from it as it threw light coloured nuts towards Write, these would all subsequently rain down explosives towards her newly found opponent. "Unhand these panties!" Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♥ Singularity | Apr 21 2017, 09:29 AM Post #12 |
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As xavros’s landing had him crash into the front of the robust robot, clinging to the front of it’s frame and hanging there, his new little buddy yoinked it’s big bulgy brain holder back into the dark recesses of what he could only assume to be a robot’s baby hole, which from his efforts towards self educating towards doctorship he knew to be called a woooomb. It was even fun to say, like you were a ghost that liked popping his lips….huh to be fair ghosts probably didn't have lips so maybe that wasn’t the best description. An almost fearful cry came out from the deep dark recesses of mecha belly, which was all to be expected given how scary your first glimses of the big wide world could be. ”You can talk!!!” xavros utterly flabbergasted that in the world of the mechanical even a newborn was capable of speech, if they were careful humans were gonna go all kinds of extinctypoo ”It’s ok little fella, xavros won’t hurt you, he’s just here to be friends, he’s gonna make sure you grow up biiiiig and strong!” though the mechanics of just how a robot baby was supposed to grow were lost on him so too was the capacity to be concerned by it, he was inches away from a miracle. ”Trapped?!” the jester repeated with a sense of alarm, the reason he was not joyously holding the offspring of gears and sprockets all suddenly making sense. ”Never fear, Xavros is here!!~” and with that he dived head first into the hatch along side an arm that slipped in to scoop up his soon to be son…..or daughter……..wait did that apply when you were made of bolts and screws? However what he received for his trouble was not the joyful embrace of a rescued infant instead there was a mechanical snap as metal teeth bit into arm and torso, his body jerking backward and losing it’s grip on his handhold falling to the ground as he stumbled backward trying to make sense of his situation. The jaws had snapped down, pinning the arm he’d sent in for retrival up against his head which was currently caught in a vice like grip. ”HYAAAAOOWWWOOOWOWWOWW What kind of a mouth even fits teeth like this...come to think of it why do you even have teeth?? And why are they detachable?! You robot babies sure are weird.” The words cam out in a strained gurgle against the pressure pushing down on his throat, wombling his way this way and that as his only free hand struggled to pry the clamp open all the while other hand stuck flopping held upright as though giving some sort of seizure induced wave. ”It just makes xavros love you even more!! You sure have a strong bite, you’ll definitely have an appetite. Just give xavros ooooone second and he’ll be all united and ready to come get you~” it made sense the little bubba was defensive, what had he been thinking shoving his big ghoulish hands into a robo-uterus? |
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| ♥ Tengu | Apr 21 2017, 11:29 AM Post #13 |
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Taking a moment to appreciate that Mariead seemed preoccupied with the jester enough to take a bit of heat off of him, Write was quickly reminded that the other clown was still around, the lack of gunshots since he ran into her leading him to conclude that she had been the one firing them off. “I mean, no offense, but it takes a bit more to burn up my face than that.” The pirate shrugged, rubbing at his left temple as he talked. Still rather calm, Write didn't react much to the toy-like device the woman threw into the air, only rolling his eyes when she called out the name of the gadget. “Man, saying the names of your attacks, who are you Jo-” He began to mock her habit that mirrored that of his cybernetic crewmate, only to cut himself short as tiny explosives rained down on him as she ordered him to let go of his precious cargo. Gritting his teeth, Write knew that his current defenses wouldn't be enough. With a clench of his fist, the power of haki surged over his body as the bombs began to go off, cloaking the entire area in smoke and dust. For a moment, there was no sign of life within the cloud, the explosive apparently having done his job. That is until... *Cough- Cough-* the slow sound of Write's labored breaths came from deep within, followed by a clenched fist held skyward, blood streaming down his arm and haki-coated panties fluttering in the wind like a battle flag. “I don't know why you're interested in these, but I do know this...” He spoke as the dust settled around him, revealing his body to be covered in dozens of deceivingly minor cuts. “You can burst all the bombs you want, but all you're going to prove is that my lace-spangled banner yet waves.” USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA
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| ♥ mockday | Apr 22 2017, 11:46 AM Post #14 |
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With a snap and a cartoonish yelp, the fishwoman's incredibly obvious trap had worked out flawlessly, much to her own surprise. Her dumbfounded stare watched the ghastly clown fall to the ground yelling out a bunch of gibberish and mad mumblings. "I've got experience in dealing with clowns, ya bastard! Try it again and it'll be your toes next time!" threatened the frontosa, merely playing up her supposed control over the situation - though the frantic look in her eyes told an entirely different story. Her slippery body pushed itself out of the machine's flimsy seat, briefly latching onto handles and valves for added support before launching herself forward through the opening. "Now, let me get back what's mine!" interjected the humpheaded shipwright, her jump not nearly as impressive as she thought it to be - but at the very least, it was enough to skip over the jester's mangled frame. However, it was her timing that was completely off, as she entered the small fog of smoke and black residue with a violent cough. Despite the simian explosives proving to be no match for the paraplegic, they were certainly going to serve as the perfect cover for the lurking fishwoman. Whatever small puffs of gunpowder hadn't disipated into the air, tickled her lungs, irritated her throat and filled her eyes up with watery tears. "Give 'em back!" gasped out the fishwoman, her involuntary cough likely announcing the slippery fishwoman's presence far earlier than her ghastly whailing ever could. With Mariead's fangled teeth and dark bundles of stringy hairs creeping in from behind Write's shoulder - she pressed her body up against his upper back - a hand sliding in from his periphary, aimed at the pair of lacey unmentionables in his palm. "Mine!" yelled out the fishwoman, her speech becoming more incomphrensible the closer she got to her possessions. The sight itself seemingly resembled a slimy eel catching its prey and attacking it by surprise, willingly ignoring the literal circus act that had surrounded them from both side. The glint in her eyes alone made it painfully obvious as her primal insticts began to take over her movements, fully disregarding her enviorment and narrowing her vision down to a few incredibly risque pieces of underwear. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Apr 23 2017, 03:58 AM Post #15 |
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As the explosives rained down onto the man, Clarabell couldn't help but silently admire the fact that none of her attacks were doing too much damage to him. It seemed that he possessed the type of vitality that she had thought was exclusive to her own first mate. "You're incredible," she murmured before her face twisted into an expression of irritation. "Incredibly annoying!" she growled, her body racing forwards, leaping over the wheelchair bound man and reaching the end of the alleyway. She had to make sure her prey didn't attempt to leave the show early. In order to do this, her body had to alter its shape, transforming from a regular, blue haired clown to something far more peculiar. Her hair swayed with a false rush, changing colours from its regular azura hue to a brilliant jade colour. Her body grew, as did her hands and feet. Removing her gloves, she revealed that they had gained a coating of fur around her wrists, he fingers and palms having enlarged. Not only that though, two large rabbit ears had sprouted atop of her head and finally a tail sprung from above her rump. "Time for a change in my performance; Pitcher Act," she smiled, her hands running over the ground by the end of alleyway with an added blurring speed. As her hands moved, her fingers groped and kneaded the ground, the floor taking on a thick, sticky consistency. "Good luck leaving now - What's that?!" Clarabell cried, paying attention to her surroundings and noticing the appearance of Mariead, along with the writhing form of Xavros. Her eye twitching, her hand darted down to her waist before she grabbed a hold of her laser gun, the cotton candy machine. "Xavros! You damned - !" she began, her voice muffled over the sound of a laser beam blasting free from its holster. This beam was vibrant and colourful, composed of the various colours of cotton candy. Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by Dusk, Apr 23 2017, 03:59 AM.
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