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On The Ninth Year of Santamas
Topic Started: Dec 8 2017, 07:53 AM (2,830 Views)
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All across the world, the rise of the Santamas Heroes gave hope and power to the Santamas spirit. This surge of activity of joy and wonder would lead to the spirit to set across the seas once more on his sleigh. Having lost his head, the spirit dons his heavy red coat nonetheless, reigns in hand in order to deliver presents to all the sailors of the seas. His strength has yet to fully recover, so the spirit of Santamas brought along with him four helpers!

The first of these helpers is a former-deliveryman, no Chief-in-Command of the elves. Their outfit is the wrong size, having been made for someone of North Blue elf size, not regular man size. Sharp-eyed, they navigate through the sea of clouds, being able to create storm clouds to hide the sleigh, they're in charge of making sure that the sleigh reaches all the ships that are waiting for their presents in time!

The second is a pigeon faced penguin, who assists the spirit of Santamas in retrieving gifts from his magical bag. With each present comes a witty comment, sure to give the spirit of Santamas, along with the other three helpers, a hearty laugh. They're in charge of keeping the sleigh together, managing all the breaks and ensuring it doesn't fall apart!

The third of these helpers stands at the forefront of the sleigh. With the reigns tied around their chest and shoulders, runs a huffing and heaving man. With their red nose placed firmly along their face, they run across the sky, carrying the sleigh and the other helpers behind them. Their nose lights up the sky, their magical energy running off of the never-ending beer bottle in their hand!

The final member of helpers is the newest, but works harder than any of the others care to admit. Stationed at the back of the sleigh, they carry the same magic that the third does, only they push from the back. They lob smokescreens and an assortment of delicious candies to distract any onlooking forces that may be sailing through the night. They keep track of the lists of ships that they need to visit, crossing out each one as they make their visit!

These five individuals make up the newly formed crew of the Santamas Pirates!!



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As per tradition, sailors from across the seas gather around to an area in order to receive their gifts. This time, characters have gathered along a massive ship, whose center is occupied by a ginormous Santamas tree! It is here that your character experiences an odd occurrence during the Santamas festivities! This time, their encounter with the crew of the Santamas Pirates and their sky-sailing sleigh. Write a post of one of your character's encounter with them.

Make sure to post in this thread before 11:59:59 PM on the 25th of December Hawaii time to be eligible for a personalised Santamas gift. These gifts will be made by the Chroniclers crew and edited into your first post once the Santamas Pirates have made their rounds!

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Holiday stood at the edge of the ship, peering down into the sea of white. He hummed a familiar Holiday tune from the Lakshartans. They celebrated festivities during this time of year but called it differently. He couldn't rememberr the name at this moment bit wad sure that it would come back to him somehow. Holiday turned round and gazed over and then down at the crowd of those in quite the mood. He recognized a few people from papers, either boumty or news, and he recalled some more vaguely than others and began.to wonder if he met them in another life.

Holiday was wearing his holiday jammies; custom-made footy pajamas girded the body of the man and he wore the outfit proudly. Domingo had put hard work into the outfit and painstakingly sourced an absurd amount of super cotton to fit the longlegged spearman. A pattern of many rockets with burning exhausts covered the green piece of fabric. There were also two flaps: a front, orange flap in the same color of the fire and a red ass flap in the color of the rocket. This night-wear was absolutely perfect and festive because the rocket was in the shape of a Santamas tree.

An odd pigeon-looking thing stared up at the tall man in curiosity. Holiday had no idea of what it was doing but it seemed to be trying to communicate something. The animal motioned with its wing, pointing at a large piece of metal or something over yonder. Holiday asked if it wanted him to pick it up and immediately went to retrieve it without even checking for the response. Up close it was obvious that the item was a large ornamental ball with a dangerous hook that could rival even the best mid-ranged swords. Holiday would eventually figure out what the animal wanted. The ball fell and rolled from the tree.

Holiday leaped forward and up, covering a great distance, getting almost to the top of the tree. Activating his Devil Fruit abilities, he was able to sustain himself in the air while carefully placing the ornament on the Santamas Tree. Once done, he'd go get some egg nog and sit and enjoy his Holiday's vacation.

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Sat on a boat, adrift on the sea
Was an oddly horned man, just as drunk as can be.
And with a grunt, burp, a moan and a sigh.
Be begrudgingly turned his sight to the sky.

The first man he saw had an ill-fitting shirt,
And had storm-making duties that he obviously shirked.
Write pondered this man who seemed out of place,
But figured he stayed by a blue king’s good grace.

Next was a thing that was certainly odd,
A mitch-match of avians and an affront to god.
Write crinkled his nose as he looked at that duck,
And gruffly proclaimed, “My lord, what a cuck”.

A bright gleaming nose then caught his attention,
That belonged to the being that led their ascension.
The power that allowed such a feat seemed clear,
And Write wondered where he could get some of his beer.

Last was the new one that pelted down sweets,
Though with a meager mod paycheck had little to eat.
To this one the cripple had little to say,
And simply sat speechless as he pushed off the sleigh.

Another Santamas had come and had gone,
Though this year’s events only forced him to yawn
As four merry pirates disappeared in the night,
Write shrugged and decided “That was sorta alright”.

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It made no sense. Kunugi had no idea how he had gotten on this massive ship. He had simply woken up in a cabin. It was a comfortable cabin, to be sure. Definitely intended for an occupant who was on vacation. But Kunugi was on no such thing. He never took vacations. He was raised on Carnage Island and lived the life of an assassin. For the longest time, he didn't even know what a "vacation" was. He later learned that people spent large amounts of money to go to nice places and do nice things and buy things called "souvenirs" which were usually things that were more expensive than something of their nature should rationally be. This concept confused Kunugi. Why would one spend that kind of money on such things? Why would anyone go anywhere if they didn't think they could gain something from being their? Why would anyone travel anywhere if it was going to represent a net loss?

He didn't have time to dwell on the matter. He had clearly been tricked somehow and forced into one of these "vacation" things. Now, he needed to escape, quickly, before he was forced to buy cheaply-made products for more than they were worth! Kunugi crept down the hallway of the ship, invisible to the naked eye thanks to his Devil Fruit and Hybrid Mode. Truth be told, though, Kunugi had been creeping down this hall for quite a while. How big was this freaking ship!? It felt like at least half an hour had passed in the time he had been moving through the place. Oh well. It didn't matter, Kunugi reminded himself. All he had to do was find an exit to the exterior of the ship and he could fly away.

A little while later, up ahead, Kunugi finally saw what he had been looking for. It was a door with a clear sign that read "EXIT". Kunugi took off into the air and flew down the hallway and through the door. He flew off the deck where his cabin was located and veered upwards. Passing over the top of the ship, Kunugi noticed that there appeared to be a giant tree in the middle of what appeared to be the main deck. The tree was covered in decorations and adornments. This made no sense to Kunugi. Why would anyone cut down a massive tree, only to cover it with random trinkets? It was madness!

As Kunugi floated in mid-air above the ship, he failed to notice the cloud approaching from behind him. All of a sudden, as the cloud began to envelope him, Kunugi realized that there was some sort of red glow emanating from within said cloud. The invisible assassin turned, just in time to see the flying sleight, pulled by some dude, run him down.

Kunugi bounced off the bottom of the sled and fell towards the giant Christmas tree. Flipping head over heels, Kunugi landed on the very pinnacle of the tree, knocking the star off and sending it falling a good ways down to the ground. Kunugi caught himself on the top-most branch and tried to get himself off the tree. The hit to the head had made him dizzy though, and he wasn't able to fly or maintain his invisibility. The best he could do was pull himself into a standing position, arms outstretched to either side, bracing himself on the branches. As he stood there, spotlights came on and illuminated the top of the tree, where the angel was supposed to be, but where now Kunugi was stuck, arms outstretched. The lights had been intended for the angel, but now it would illuminated the prostrating body of Kunugi. He could hear joyous singing from the ground, and could only assume that the people below were rejoicing as they were preparing to eat him alive. This was the first Christmas Kunugi had ever had the chance to experience... He didn't think he cared for it much.

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A time of shear glee mixed with glorious memories of pirate festivities, feasting, drinking, and happiness...Santamas. Rain sat in his green Santamas elf sweater and his long baggy pants. He had on a pair of Geta and his hair was tied up into a knot. There was a green christmas tree like design which he sprouted using his Life Return abilities. Laid back, he took a sip of some strong green christmas mocha drink which was filled in a large beer glass. Crossing his legs, he looked around the strange decor filled with greens, and red coloring.

A smile crept up on his face as he took a sip of the drink. The warmth slowly slid down his esophagus causing him to let out a satisfied 'ah'. The heating was just right as Rain looked out into the Grandline. His dreams and aspirations of becoming the King of Pirates was no small feat but it was days like this where he could be a normal human. He shrugged off the nostalgic feeling and even hoped that he'd see his family soon - even his now dearly departed brother Zain.

With a sigh he looked on as a strange penguin approached him. Rain flashed him a smile and as the creature extended him a platter of Santamas cookies. He reached for the warm treat and took a bite, nodding to the creature and giving his thanks. The sweet warmth filled his senses and sent a calming wave down to his toes. Rain laid back into the sofa that cradled him. "Yoshaaaa~" he commented with a smile as he raised his glass.

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So me’n Twi busted our flanks, fixing up tha while hall, and let me tell ya that place was a regular wreck, and then we get this here call. Parrently someone was on their way when their horse threw a shoe, and ran off inta tha blizzard leavin them stranded. There weren’t no critters left ta bring in, so me’n Twi galloped out there and told ‘im ta hook us up. It was a tough run, and we wus already exhausted, but we made it, an collapsed not soon after. When we woke up there was a nice lil present set up for us, and ya wanna know what was in it? NOTHIN! Absolutely nothing, was empty, like a gosh darn bad joke I tells ya. Not one person thanked us er appreciated our hard work. In fact, pretty sure someone else got credit fer fixin up tha place as well. Nearly was enough ta ruin man Santamas ya know? AH mean ah wasn’t askin fer a gift none, that don’t matter. But ta go through tha trouble of wrappin up an empty box and then given it ta a pair of hard workin honest mares like us, and havin it be nothin but some big joke, it’s in poor taste ah tells ya!” Fapple exclaimed, pulling the beer bottle to her lips and chugging down the last of the contents in a few gulps, before tossing the bottle over her shoulder and having it land in the recycling bin with practiced ease. She followed it up by giving a fairly loud belch. Twi rolled her eyes, taking a smaller more refined sip from her pretentious microbrew before passing Fapple another bottle of her preferred generic watered down common masses slop.

Oh come on Fapple, it wasn’t that bad, well ok it did suck, but maybe it was… symbolic? Like… don’t do something expecting something in return?” Twi questioned, her belief in her own argument faltering with every word. Fapple bit the bottle cap off the top of her bottle and spat it out before takin another swig.

That’s hogwash and ya’ll know it Twi, ah weren’t expecting nothing like ah said, ah just wished that ah wasn’t INSULTED fer mah efforts ta bring some Santamas cheer ta this here world. Anyway, that’s why ah wanted ta say that ah appreciate tha hard work ya put in, both of ya! It ain’t an easy task being used as tha workhorse, doin tha hard work, especially not you, workin in the back and getting hardly any credit fer it! So, ah just wanted ta say, cheers ta you, tha backbone of society and whatnot!” Fapple exclaimed, raising her bottle in a toast to the Santamas Pirates who both push and pull the sleigh through the skies and seas. The men smiled, slight snaggle toothed grins widening in appreciation for the recognition they were both getting. Fapple set her bottle down, and rummaged through her bag pulling out a pair of packages and handing one to each of them. They were small, and frankly crudely wrapped due to Fapple’s clumsy hooves, but they were done by hand, and they were done with care.

Ah just wanted ta get ya’ll a lil somthin from me ta you, fer all tha hard work ya do. Ain’t much, but after mah last project ah had some spare materials, so ah figured ah whittle ya’ll up something. Hope ya’ll like’em!” Fapple exclaimed, gesturing with a fore hoof for them to open the gifts. Inside each box was an expertly hand carved figurine, in the shape of reindeers which features similar to the two men’s defining characteristics. They were small, slightly cutesy, and you’d have to be crazy to play with a small toy horsie when you’re a grown ass man, but Fapple and Twi were all grins just the same as they delivered their hand crafted gifts to them. If they didn’t like it, they certainly hid it well, all smiles ad thanks for the two ponies. Fapple and Twi received a few head scratches, which felt far better than either of them would care to admit aloud.

Merry Santamas ya’ll, keep up tha good work, and if’n ya ever need an extra hoof ta fix up yer sleigh, just gimme a holler… just don’t ask me ta pull it, ah can’t really run on air tha way ya’ll do none… might be able to rig up a jetpack though… maybe some aerofoil’s fer the slight… jet propulsion engines?” Fapple began, going off on a tangent. Twi began to pitch in, complimenting or criticizing her plans and ideas when she saw potential or fault in them. They two would eventually start to bicker, which would turn into a tussle involving the two of them getting covered in their beers before eventually settling down and snuggling up together underneath the Santamas Tree, their tails entwined lovingly and an alcohol induced slumber taking hold of them and whisking them off to sleep.

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Dalton sat up, quite suddenly, and instinctively clutched at his cubic hair. He glanced around, before looking at the paper in front of himself. A blueprint? Oh, right, he was working on that. Still needs some work, but that wasn't really important right now, it was time to go, anyway. He glanced around, closing the folder and folding it up, stuffing it into his pants before he stared at himself in the mirror, and pushed down on the top corners of his helmet like hair, pushing it down, making it a rounder shape. He plopped a bicycle helmet over his hair, before pushing open the door, strolling confidently out of his room, as he pushed his way towards the enticing sounds of music and laughter.

He emerged, glancing around, staring at the staggering number of smiling faces, his own grin emerging. "Huh... Is this... What pirates do? Well, whatever, I've got to remember that this is the work of a group of people." He explained, to himself, unsure where to go, or what to do, with all of the options before him. "Why would anyone bother with something like this? Especially a pirate crew, of all people." He wondered, aloud, not worrying about anyone hearing him, with how absorbed everyone was with their own activities. He paused, staring up at the sky, swearing he spotted the glow of the captain's red nose, but dismissing it as an illusion. "Maybe... This is their dream...?" He pondered, glancing around at the laughing, smiling faces, before he laughed, it was a young laugh, and obviously tickled by that idea, "Well, if that's the case, who am I to deny them?" He shrugged, glancing around, trying to decide on what to do first.

Hours passed like minutes, and Dalton eventually left, on his own, to sit on a darker side of the ship, staring out into the ocean, "Is it possible to feel like this all of the time?" He asked himself, being replied with dead silence, save for the music behind himself. He frowned, "Well, now that I'm thinking about it, I guess my dream is... actually pretty selfish... Hm..." He sat there, thinking hard, for a moment, before his attention returned to the party, "Oh, whatever, I've got now to worry about." He declared, returning towards the celebration.

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"Ha! What sort of crude technology is this? Creating storm clouds? Weak! I can do much, much better than that!" A certain blue-haired scientist was not particularly impressed by the sky-bound vehicle she'd noticed roaming the skies around the holiday vessel. Something so small and clearly not aerodynamic or flightworthy... just what sort of tricks were being pulled to keep that thing in the sky? Whatever the case, they were clearly up to no good, so Sam decided that it was only proper they were shown who ruled the skies around here.

"A small target, perhaps, but they're moving far too slowly. Naive! You think you can fly around freely like that?" Stationed on the deck of the ship, propped up by a stack of presents, a rather large cannon was pointed at the sky. It was for fireworks, she told them. It wasn't going to hurt anyone, she told them. Well, no-one that mattered, anyway. People would be much too distracted by the fireworks.

"Wind is stable, perhaps a little gusty... not that it matters against a weapon like this." She smirked, a slide of glass reaching out to cover one of her eyes. The cannon she supported, Zeus, began to light up with sparking energy, the barrel opening up to reveal the electricity leaping between the magnetic rails. To her sides, a pair of large, wing-like structures unfolded, projecting elaborate light schemes from the excess energy that emanated from them. The difference in temperature gradient created within began to form a light mist that seeped along the deck of the ship and swirled around Sam. A crowd had begun to gather, drawn by the impressive display of lights.

They would not leave without a show. Perhaps that stupid clown had rubbed off on her too much, but she was much too excited to not continue.

"This is for not giving me what I want for Santamas!!!" Was that what this was all about? Regardless, her shouts were soon lost over the roar of her machines, the blast of lightning that erupted from the barrel. A flash of jagged blue light, striking that damned sleigh and exploding into a brilliant fizzle of dancing energy. And then three more, bursting around the first and flickering with some strange, ethereal intangibility. Suddenly, a pale white aura shimmered in the clouds above... and a covering of feathery snow began to fall over the festive ship.

And, finally, where the lightning had originally hit, a huge ice crystal had grown - shattering into a scatterin of hail that shimmering with reflected light as it tumbled into the ocean in the distance. Alongside the remains of a certain holiday-bringing crew.

Standing up, Sam turned around and gave a bow while a large splash faintly echoed behind her, muffled by the cheers of the crowd.

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Saint leaned back against the ship's rail, his red face a wide grin. This was the best party he's been to in years! The drinks were good, the decorations were magnificently gaudy, the drinks were good, there was all these people... Did he mention the drinks were good? He certainly knew enough about them. He tried all there was here!

"Breaking through the ice... S-sailing through the bay... Over the waves real nice... Drinking until May, ha hahaHAHA!" The pirate sung, stumbling and tripping over the lyrics to the jolly song, eventually breaking down into laughter. He was pretty sure that there was more after that part- in fact, he was pretty sure that wasn't how the song went at all. But Saint didn't have a care in the world. Until he felt a sudden pain in his gut.

It twisted, rolling itself into knots, swirling around like a whirlpool from all the drinks. Saint realized that may just have been just a little too much to handle, and just in case, he turned to face the water. Not a second later, the whirlpool in his stomach shot straight up. Later, he will acknowledge the turn as a smart decision, but the sudden evacuation of his stomach made that hard to do this at the present.

Finally, when the...experience, was over with, he looked up, across the waves, into the sky. His entire body felt terrible, and maybe a little bit of moonlight would do him good.

On any other night he would have seen the moon, like he wanted. But instead, on this jolly night of nights, he saw the strangest sight you could ever see in a night sky: a sleigh! It dashed by the ship, not going over the water but instead floating in the air, and held what seemed to be a entire sack of presents. Saint blinked. This couldn't be true, could it? But it was still there. He shouted out, 'HEY!' But instead of a response, something just hit him in his face, and fell onto the rail! "What the..."

It was a single piece of candy. The pirate looked up to find the ship again, and saw nothing, just clouds and the moon. No present, or candy. Just a regular night.

After a few seconds of futile searching, Saint shook his head and scooped up the candy, before stumbling off to the drinks. "Christ, I need a ginger ale..."

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Braidbeard was in one of his lonesome journeys through the skies of the grand line. Though he always found it difficult to fly from one island to the other, and had to make pause somewhere or other, he had the incorrigible habit of trying it again at every opportunity. This time he had quite the bad luck, as he found himself inside a storm which seemed to stretch exactly in the same direction as his voyage. The metallic feathers of his vulture form did well when confronted with rain or hail or pretty much anything but straight up lightning. Unfortunately for him, the entire span of the storm was made up of thunder clouds, and William had to occasionally suffer the accidental consequences of being a flying lightning rod insisting on traveling in the same direction as a thunderstorm.

“Man, I could kill for some shelter right now…” he told himself as he flapped his wings laboriously.

It was then that he saw the end of the clouds. With new found energy, William flew forward to keep himself from getting shocked more. To his surprise, the whole flow of clouds seemed to have an origin. As he approached the point where the clouds ceased and the sky began, he could glimpse a sleigh of sorts and a downpour of sparkly… candy?

Now, William could have chosen to hold a grudge for the storm clouds, but somehow the candy seemed too appealing for that, especially for someone who had been flying without stop for a while. Like a whirlwind, the birdy silhouette of the musketeer grabbed as much candy as humanly possible with its beak; then he decided to settle right below the sleigh and keep flying at the same pace. There was nothing like a constant supply of candy to keep a traveler’s spirits up. A few moments after, William had an even better idea. He reached into his bag and brought out that Novel he hadn’t finished yet. The light provided kindly by the people on the sleigh was great for it, and enjoying an interesting book while snacking on delicious candy seemed to be just the pick-me-up he needed.

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Santamas. It was that time of year again, and this year around not only did Samson understand the concept of the festivities, but he also had put in a lot of effort to be prepared for it. He’d made sure to clean up as much as possible, and even got himself a nice fresh t-shirt and shorts, which proceeded to rip and dirty as soon as he put them on. These were seriously baggy, how did this even happen? Putting that small issue aside, the boy soon appeared on the ship, eager to have a look around and make as many good memories as he could.

Behind the boy were two hands made of his grey hair, with various coloured lights wrapped around them to show he was being festive, as well as a red santa hat on top of his already red Fez. Walking across the deck of the ship, his eyes lit up with wonder, the large Christmas tree before him shining brightly and filling him with various unique emotions. Reaching under his hat, he quickly fished out his Polaroid, snapping a quick picture of the amazing looking tree. Shaking the picture to get it to develop, he inspecting his photography proudly, before noticing something bright in the background.

“What… Is that?”

He pondered to himself, looking up into the sky to try and figure out what had happened, only to see an odd looking girl fire some sort of magical attack at whatever it could be, causing another show of bright lights. Wide eyed in awe, he snapped another picture, followed by several more of the unique looking people around here, and the amazing sights to behold. He slowly but surely filled up a special page in his scrapbook, until he was sure he’d collected all the memories he would ever want of this great event. Filled with happiness, he now just needed something to fill his belly. Sure enough, he found his way to the food table, where he could happily gorge himself till he could eat no more. Truly, a wonderful time of year.

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Santamas was the kind of thing Rei no Leliel did not put much stock in. In fact she did not put any stock in it. Or stockings in it, might have been the more... operative term for it, if one were forced to assign words to the kind of stock that Rei no Leliel was putting into things like Santamas. She had come from poor families and she knew the way that people got presents on Santamas, or more often didn't get presents.

Drugs and crime, was the answer. Drugs and crime were the way people got presents on Santamas. If you were unlucky your Santamas present was drugs and crime. She'd gone a fair few years without presents herself, and after that there had been a period of time where she didn't even notice Santamasses passing because she was so busy working and studying. Which made it a distinctly odd sort of time when she commented on the snow and looked at the calendar.

Somebody had drawn a big red circle around the date and labelled it "SANTAMAS!!!" in bold red crayon. In retrospect it was the kind of thing she should have noticed a few days earlier, but she had been too busy making hasty patch-work repairs to the Ruddy Candle to pay attention to the calendar. Somebody, clearly, hadn't been busy enough.

She picked up the calendar and considered crossing the circle out, but decided against it. Too much mess, and there was still plenty of calendar to use. Then she looked out the window. She looked along the giant ship. Rei no Leliel had no eyebrows to raise, but this smacked of... diversion.

"Did you deliberately ask me to do all the repairs for the past few days so that I would be too busy to stop you from taking us here," ? she asked Kazan Tetsukana, her mechanical voice and face preventing her from expressing displeasure in any way. Even so her eyes flashed briefly red, before she shook her head and shrugged. "Well. What is done, is done," 8/ she said, and went out to look properly at the giant ship with its giant flashy tree.

It was very noisy out there, and for some reason very cold and windy; storm-clouds had gathered every where. Rei no Leliel pulled her coat tighter around herself and put out the little gang-plank to board the larger ship; it had many little dock-like platforms to allow that. They must, she thought, have been very confident, to allow all these strangers aboard their ship.

It was a strange one, all the same. She accepted a glass of some steaming liquid from a passing person, and only sipped at it cautiously before discreetly tossing the rest of it over the side of the ship. Then she, having nothing better to do at that moment, joined the line waiting for handouts from the fellow with the giant sack.

Essence of Happiness (By Dusk)
Edited by Tengu, Feb 10 2018, 12:03 AM.
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He was not sure if he should be sad that he was all alone again, or maybe celebrate the end of this miserable year. Anyhow, he planed to engulf his misery deep into himself with, you guessed it, meat! Oh, you thought he was going to get drunk, oh no no, food is the best cure for such misery. He was always prone to eating his sorrow away, and if it worked when he was little, it will work now. Looking at himself in the mirror, he would catch glimpses of a dark path he was headed, as if for a second he wouldn't recognize the person staring back at him.. "Not now, it's not the time to think about anything else, you are going to go out and enjoy yourself" he spoke to himself, while slapping himself. Picking up a fresh T-shirt, purple colored of course, some neat pants and new shoes he felt ready. Oh, almost forgot, he'd tie his hair up in a bun. Gotta look presentable for the ladies, em I right. He stumbled down the deck, passing by people nonexistent. For a reason, he became better at lurking around the dark corridors in these past months, even so that in broad daylight people tend not to notice him. It is a neat little feature to his character, that he often liked, but now he probably needed somebody to notice him. Well, at least he would enjoy the beautiful scenery, of people singing and drinking, gals dancing and of course.. Suddenly his keen sense of smell kicked in, the one that only works on meat. His head suddenly turned in the direction of it, and like a hound he started sniffing. Not soon after he'd sprint, brushing past big guys and maybe lifting up a skirt or two in the process.

As he was closer and closer, he would smile and pat his stomach. "We are going to have a jolly good time, aren't we" he'd speak to himself.. or his tummy, however you want to understand it. But alas, an unfortunate incident occurred.. "Seems we have run out of meat" the waiter announced as a big, juicy piece of turkey was nabbed by a fat lady next to him. Wolf would stare at the plate with a smile, that would slowly turn into an engulfing anger, rising his temper so much that he would attempt to break the table. The waiter already jumped back, to avoid the fury that is a hungry Wolf but a nudge to his leg stopped him. Throwing his gaze, fiercely to the person who bumped into him he would notice.. a penguin? Staring deep into his soul, Wolf would feel uncomfortable for a second, before he would calm down. The penguin would waddle towards the table, picking the plate up onto his head and staring back at Wolf. Suddenly, a piece of freshly roasted turkey would fall onto his head, from the sky. Surprised, and baffled, he would look up only to notice a strange slay drifting into the distance. He would not question it, but would kindly smile as a tear would run down his cheek. "Thank you" he'd say before looking down... And again, the face would change from happiness to confusion as the meat was not on the plate anymore. "Wait, where, how, who" he'd yell out looking at the fat lady. She would shake her head, as swallowing noise would be heard from the penguin. Penguin eating a turkey.. that doesn't even make any sense, but not that he cared. Rotating his head, in the slowest and most creepiest way towards the little fella, the pirate would speak "Turkey inside a penguin, haven't tried that yet". And so the chase would begin, with the penguin running from him until the end of times... Well the end of the night, since Wolf passed out, tired and hungry.

24/7 Meat Platter (by Dusk)
Edited by Tengu, Feb 10 2018, 12:04 AM.
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An excited girl
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Under the big tree



Tina was quite excited for Santamas this year! She had never gotten anything for Santamas, so this was going to be a first for her. All of the festivities were taking place on such a big ship, which Tina could not stop gawking at. Who makes ships so big?! She had somehow managed to get up to the crow’s nest without being told to come down. It was like an entire city on a boat! There were only so many hours the girl could spend watching everything from the top though. After making her way down, she looked for something to do while she eagerly awaited her gifts. What would she get? Awesome tools? A blueprint for an amazing bomb? Or possibly some way to manipulate the weather! Tina’s mind was going a hundred miles per hour, but everything stopped as she saw one thing; eggnog! Everyone on the boat seemed to be enjoying it, so it had to be good, right? They also got a bit tipsy for some reason, however…

The girl quickly shook off that notion, though, and rushed to the table with the eggnog, only to be told by some random adult, “That’s not for kids! It’s dangerous for you!”

Ugh! Scolded by an adult, huh? Soooo lame… If she was going to get eggnog, she was going to have to find another way. Fortunately, everyone there was too drunk to notice the short girl’s presence. Tina quickly slipped in and out the crowd, grabbing cups from holders on chairs and various tables. Every now and then, she would deposit some into a corner of the boat where nobody seemed to be hanging out. Quickly enough, she had a secluded corner full with cups of eggnog! She looked both ways to make sure there was nobody was around.

She began to give an evil cackle, as she held her arms out to the side, yelling into the air, “Muahaha! I have all the strange, sticky drink now! Adults can’t tell me what to do!”

Huh. Maybe Big Sis’s villian-esque organization was getting to her. Hastily, she plopped down on the floor next to all the cups, beginning to chug them down one by one. How tasty! The adults had to of been hogging all the eggnog to themselves! What a mean thing to do! Minutes later, Tina would get up, stumbling towards the crowd with extremely blurry vision. Something seemed to be building up in her stomach… She really needed to find the edge of the ship, and now!

As she stumbled through the crowd with some kind of devices dropping through her oversized pants, she held her forehead and leaned backwards, proclaiming, “i’Ve oVErcomEd YoU sTupiD adUlTS! i HaVe aLL the dRank!”

Speech was surely becoming a problem for her, strangely enough… Everything also began to sound muffled, before it was overcome with a constant ringing… Behind Tina, A giant crowd of people would be knocked over from multiple explosions. Tina had apparently dropped her entire payload in the middle of the crowd. This concerned the girl not, however. Finally she had found the edge of the ship. Her head felt terrible! Leaning over the the rail, she let rip a waterfall of rainbows. It was only rainbows due to censoring. Production was not allowed to let Tina produce actual vomit.

“Please… No more of that stuff…”

Colourful Censorship (by Dusk)
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Luna would come to the conclusion that this was her first ever Santamas, but her memory was so clouded with doubt and emptiness; it could have been the second, third or maybe even the hundredth. Not much was known by the daydreamer, she had only heard rumors that presents were given to people in the spirit of giving upon this holiday. A cool concept she thought, but Luna could only feel sorry for the sod that had to give her a gift. Within her hands, see clutched a 3 meter length piece of paper, illustrated with the names of items that Luna had either dreamt about or made up randomly, some that would stand out among the list were "Insta-love glove" and "spaghetti machine gun". She sat upon the edge of the decking of the ship, looking at the clouds looming overhead, her expression was one of wonderment whilst counting the few stars that managed to shine past the masking blackness of thunderclouds.

She looked around the deck of the ship. Mostly attracting her attention was the gigantic tree decorated with lights, round things and other shit Luna didn't know the name of. At the base, gifts were placed and being placed by coming guests, queuing up to give their offerings to others. It kind of seemed religious to Luna, almost satanic; just substitute the tree for a pentagram and floating purple flames, thought of this felt oddly nostalgic to Luna. The sudden shock hit Luna; was she supposed to be the one giving presents? or maybe that the gifter had been gifted the gift of death? Luna's imagination ran wild per usual while she stood stargazed at the sky.

Suddenly, Luna's trail of thought was brought to a halt as a high pitched voice began to speak up, trying to grab Luna's attention.

"aha! I've finally found you! Lucky me!"

Luna turned to face the source to the interruption, which appeared to be a largely breasted girl, her fists pressed against her waistline in triumph. Luna, scanning the features of the woman who seemed pretty proud to discover someone as easy to catch as Luna, like feeling achieved by managing to pick up a snail. Luna sighed, mentally rewinding her memory, trying to piece together the memory of this certain person but to no avail; she was convinced she didn't know this person.

"Ummm, previous lover or obsessive rival? Take your pick."

"Godammit Luna! I'm your ARCH-rival! Geez... Atleast try to remember me!"

The girl gave a forced, puffed pout in frustration to Luna's witty response. Thinking about her words, Luna began to became annoyed at the insinuation that she wasn't trying; she was ALWAYS trying.

"I was trying... i thought out those choices for atleast fourteen seconds! I was half right too! So rival huh... I'll have you know I've been training for this moment for half my life!"

The random, hourglass shaped girl's eye lit open with happiness that Luna was taking something seriously for once. She assumed a fighting position, readying herself, fully aware of the strength of the ribbon girl.

"Finally, ive been training aswell, honed my body to endure iron blades, punching boulders to enhance my strength, it's been hell, but it's all been worth it to get up to this point in time, this moment. It's funny, you know? After coming so far together, sharing our time and caring for each other... but you drew the line! You stole my rice cracker! My first ever baked food item in my quest to become the world's best sweet maker! You took a part of me that was one of a kind and just ate it! Like it was nothing! Now, that, i could let slide... this is Luna we're talking about i thought... But then! You had the gall to call it Bland! That cracker was the embodiment of cooking! But now, i will get my redemp- ARE YOU SLEEPING?!?"

The girl's tragic back story was so uninteresting that it caused Luna to fall into a deep asleep. Her legs laid sprawled against the deck managing to still prop up her main body into a slouch, her tilted downwards, snoring loudly with a singular snot bubble expanding and shrinking over and over. She would dream of an epic anime-style duel between Luna and this girl that would never come to be. Passers by would laugh merrily at the scene that had just witnessed, all content with themselves, their gifts and jugs of eggnog. The list within Luna's hand would be caught in the following gust of wind, swiftly flying off into the sea's mist, becoming a relic of Santamas past... or future.

Santamas’ Wishlist (by Dusk)
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