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Manifast Dashtiny
Topic Started: Jun 21 2018, 08:19 PM (95 Views)
K1ngIsBack
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Glomp.

Schlurp.

Muuch.

Sclounce.

Shout found himself unable to dim his unsavory mouth sounds as he devoured the decadent white object in his hand. It had a moist delicious center with a thin layer of incredibly delicious fruit through the middle. On the outside was a light icing that wasn't overly sweet. It was an amazingly scrumptious and meticulously crafted slice of cake.

As he thumbed the last bit of it into his overstuffed cheeks, he leaned back in ecstasy. Balance lost, senses distracted, Shout nearly fell from his strange perch. His legs were straddling the shoulders of a stone child. His torso was leaned against its head so he could rest comfortably atop it. Scattered along the ground were the remnants of a ceramic plate that he had tossed away after gormandizing its occupant.

It didn't dawn on him that the plate may have intentionally been left in front of the small statured stone being. I mean, what reason could there possibly be for leaving such an amazing treat out in the middle of nowhere? You can't just waste delicacies from the core food group like that.

Luckily, Shout had just recently finished a bout of overstressing his body in the pursuit of speed. Ragged and famished, he had no choice but to sustain himself on the incredibly nutritious meal that was left there. Perhaps it was actually left for him to consume? It wasn't too outlandish. Surely others would notice his desire to honor Donkey, and had dubbed it a noble cause, donating this cake in praise. Now that he thought more about, the scenario even seemed likely.

After boosting his ego to the point of utter nonsense, Shout eventually took a look around him.

"Seems weird to leave cake on a grave though..." The plethora of other headstones had all sorts of offerings laid upon them as well. Most weren't cakes, or even sweets, usually jewelry, candles, flowers, etc. But every once and awhile you might catch a glimpse of a child's grave with a dessert of some sort placed atop it.
Edited by K1ngIsBack, Jun 21 2018, 08:26 PM.
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bubba - http://s1.zetaboards.com/One_Piece_RP/topic/4824864/1/#new

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Wyatt rode high in the saddle, his boot-heels kicking water. A quiet wind tempered him, blowing his bangs apart and nearly taking his hat with it. One hand steadied his bowler and the other held tight the reins. 8s&As snorted and cut a sharp turn into a wave. Salt sprayed and the brine below looked like a moonless sky.

The docks of Cactus Island were filled to the brim, each bay holding a sloop or schooner, masts standing with no sails---dead timber lined up like a charred forest, only lifeless trunks remaining.

This was the beginning of the Grand Line, the last true frontier. Wyatt leaned in the saddle to stretch his back, and he groaned. For a moment he reconsidered his choice to seek out adventure and purpose. Starting so late in the game, could he even accomplish much? Spry young pirates, marauders, and villains alike could put him down with ease. The old lawman's only hopes lied on his right hip, holstered without a latch. His hand itched as he thought of it, the motions of the draw ingrained in him. Having seen death, though, Wyatt knew not to glorify such a thing in his heart. A gun was a heavy responsibility.

Reaching the docks, Wyatt climbed ashore. His steed whinnied and then sunk into the waters, waiting for a whistle to come again. A few workers approached. Wyatt tipped his hat to the official in charge, a portly man standing with mouth agape at the sight---Clearly never having seen a true seahorse before.

"Sorry to disappoint, sir," said Wyatt, nodding to the collection coffers. Wyatt had no ship to dock, and thus no fee to pay. In a rare moment, he smiled, his grin unpracticed and more rigid than an old leather cattle gate.

With the wind tugging at his coat, Wyatt sauntered forth, leaving behind the docks and the silent workers---men toiling away at shoring ships and collecting tax---to seek out and walk the graves of the famous Cactus Island.

The air ashore felt arid and quiet. Despite the crowds, there was little noise. A calm murmur could shoot through the covered crowd like a thunderbolt. Even the church bells hummed in small voices, the faded echoes of their makers ringing with quiet pride; dulcet tones washed over the land like a morning fog.

Wyatt looked about and a deep melancholy resonated with him. This place felt like his old home. He took off his hat as he passed a funeral procession, the quiet sobs of mourning fluttered like the wings of a butterfly in spring.

The buildings were of brick and mud, given the injun name 'adobe'. A familiarity Wyatt knew well, something that gave him peace and relieved his heavy heart. His boots clicked when his heels touched. Footprints in the lone and level sand stretched on into the desert, soon to be brushed away by time and wind. A tumbleweed rolled ahead.

The island looked more a cemetery than anything, and Wyatt soon found himself wandering gravestones with his thoughts in the past. The leather of his face crinkled and his eyes narrowed, stopping to glance at the words left behind for those so beloved to be buried whole.

Wyatt did not grieve for those who ended up here, buried with blessings and love, annotated with the deeds of their lives. The seas were a cruel place, and there were many a fate worse than such an end.
Edited by KileyBarker, Jun 21 2018, 09:14 PM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Resting his palm on his stomach, Shout looked down and seemed to contemplate some deep mystery. A few moments later, his stomach began to grumble, and a distraught expression spread across his cheeks. It seemed that his slice of cake, while heavenly and delightful, was not enough to fill him up. Surely there would be other strange plates of food laying around the cemetery.... Riiight, like the dolt would be lucky enough to stumble upon another fresh piece of cake, rather than one that had been sitting there for hours or even a day or two. Very unlikely.

Which is why Shout let out an astounded gasp when he found a small basket of muffins. While not as inherently sweet as his cake, it would have a nice touch of natural flavor from the small fruits that were. The scent was heavenly, a mix of orange and a twang of something else. Ah, cranberry. Shout had to have a bite before he was able to identify the second note. He was very glad he did, it was amazing, and still slightly warm. He looked around cautiously to make sure no one was still in the area. He could see a dude in the distance, but they weren't even facing over here. It was unlikely they were related.

As he snacked on the remaining muffins, Shout became aware of a low tone. A slight beep. He couldn't tell where it was coming from, but the noise grew louder and higher in pitch. Shout felt a distinct sinking feeling in his gut, because the noise was very close by. Turning, he dropped his snack basket and dashed away just in time to avoid an incendiary surprise. Smoke, flame, and most noticeable of all, a loud noise all emanated from the same source. Shout could feel singe marks on the back of his prized shirt, as well as the smell of burnt hair. Some his fur had been charred.

"That's.... my muffins..." He was less impacted by the explosion than he was by the loss of food. He should have probably been more worried about why the location he had been standing at just exploded, but the correlation between him and an apparent attack didn't seem to click.
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The earth trembled and the air split. A peal of thunder cracked. The silence and peace of the island vanished like salt in the sea. A whorl of fire rose up and a concussive force smashed into Wyatt's back, knocking him to the ground where he rolled for a solid 10 feet. The sand scraped his skin and filled his clothes. He popped back to his feet coughing and confused, as he turned around to face the origin of the blast.

Smoke billowed from a fresh grave blown open like a pressurized can of beans. A strange looking creature near the grave seemed to have gotten the worst of the blow, standing with blackened fur and an ashen expression. Clearly he was suffering something mighty. Wyatt thought perhaps the grave belonged to a loved one, for surely the animal-featured man must have had some emotional connection to show such raw devastation on his face.

Wyatt started walking towards the point of origin. In the distance he could see cloaked priests and other church officials running, their bodies gliding over the sand like wraiths. One arrived particularly faster than the others.

It was at this moment that an unfortunate side effect occurred. Laws of nature could not be changed: what goes up must come down. Burnt chunks of a human corpse began to rain down from the sky, the remnants of the grave's occupant. Wyatt gagged but managed to collect himself. This ranked among the highest of 'awful' scenes he witnessed in his long life, but he was a hard man and such a thing couldn't shake him that easily! Though, for some reason, the air carried a smell of oranges and cranberries.

"The third one this week..." Muttered the priest near the blown-open grave. His eyes glowed with a fiery passion and rage, a rage that could devour seas and sink islands.

Wyatt, however, walked towards the animal-man, the creature looking somewhat human and showing very human emotions.

"Are you alright?" Wyatt asked, his voice long and his drawl dragging along like a wagon hitch.
Edited by KileyBarker, Jun 24 2018, 10:14 AM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Shout had to scratch his head. He had been relatively alone until a moment ago, and suddenly two new faces appeared. This was right after a massive explosion, and the loss of his muffins. He was experiencing borderline sensory overload at this point.

"...Yeah, I'm fine..." Shout responded to the man's consideration with a curt mumble. He was not about to chat it up nice and friendly with some stranger. Especially some old goon. Well, he might chat it up nice and friendly if there was incentive, if you catch my drift... well, food of some sort. But that wasn't the case. "Little miffed is al-"

"Y-you've been keeping count?!" Shout spun on his heels in an inexplicably fast manner to turn towards the priest. This was indeed the third time this week that Shout had moseyed around the graveyards snatching food. He had figured it was a victimless crime... not even a crime really. People were literally ditching the food. Surely it was up for grabs?

"I-I mean, I don't know what you're talking about." Shout glanced back at the considerate man from a moment ago. It was the same guy that had been in the distance when he ate the muffins. Surely the geezer wouldn't snitch on him. Trying to be as personable as the idiotic mink could manage, he shot the man a wink, then shuffled through the rows of stone towards town. Not exactly the most suave way to leave, especially considering he had to meander around strewn corpse fragments.

Shout's outburst had drawn the eye of one of the later arriving priests. What that meant was hard to say, but from the sinister glint in the man's eye, it probably wasn't good.
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The creature looked humanoid. It spoke like a human, and it seemed extremely nervous. Though, Wyatt thought, he would also be nervous if a grave exploded under his arse.

The furry man looked quite convincing, but Wyatt wasn't certain it wasn't a boy wearing an animal suit, or perhaps someone who had been tar-n-feathered but with animal hair. The creature's breath also smelled like oranges.

The thing seemed to grow extremely irate by the nearby priest's words. He mentioned something about keeping count and then outright denied any knowledge... Despite having been at the scene. Then he sauntered away.

What? Wyatt scratched his head.

The fast priest recorded down everything in a notebook, paying little attention to Wyatt or the vanishing beastman.

"Every one had a basket of orange-flavored muffins at it," said the priest as he picked up a chunk of charred muffin. "It's the orange-muffin bomber again. Whoever this grave bomber is, he must really love orange-flavored foods."

Something started clicking in Wyatt's mind as he thought back to his brief interaction with the animal man. His lawman sense was tingling. Perhaps, and Wyatt was getting pretty certain of this, that animal-guy was the bomber...

Everything pieced together into a seamless fit. Wyatt started walking in the same direction the beastman went, and passed a cartoonishly evil-looking priest along the way. The man wore a maniacal grin and had a piece of rolled up paper sticking out of one of his pockets that read, 'My grand evil plan'. He also laughed under his breath in a 'Muahahhahahaa' way as he looked at the beastman pass him.

Wyatt was 100% convinced now. If even the cartoon villain gave you the 'evil bro' head nod you had to be an evil person.

Wyatt turned to the evil priest, and asked to make sure he wasn't hallucinating in the desert heat, "Did that rabbit just wink at me?"
Edited by KileyBarker, Jun 26 2018, 10:26 PM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Shout would have been incredibly offended if he knew he was referred to as a rabbit. He was a god damn kangaroo. Sure, they both hop, they both are mammals and both have big ears, but they are different! Luckily for the gun toting old man, Shout was out of ear shot by the time the question was asked. He had much better things to attend to.

Shout didn't take long at all to arrive in town. Even his walking pace was quite fast when compared to the standard Joe Shmoe. Within minutes he was in the small trading district eyeing various products on display. At first he seemed calm as he meandered through isles, but his disposition became increasingly frantic as he apparently couldn't find what he was looking for. Approaching a fruit vendor, his brows furrowed tightly, Shout slammed his hands on the counter. He didn't slam very hard, mind you, just enough to make himself feel better.

"Where are all the oranges?!" By the time the words left his mouth, any semblance of authoritativeness in his demeanor was gone. His words started loud then sank into a whiny tone that was marginally grating on the ears. He was distraught at the moment because he was on a quest to make new orange cranberry muffins, yet couldn't find the key ingredient.

"Sir... did you check inside? This is just a street display. We have had a low supply because of that priest, but there's no way we would run out of a citrus fruit in a port town." The lady was clearly struggling to stay composed as she spoke to the dolt of a customer, but it was often hard to take Shout seriously. A fluffy goon whining in a childish manner wasn't much drawing respect.

"Inside?" Shout leaned less than a couple inches to the side to glance at a very apparent open door that lead inside. There were clearly rows of produce visible from the portal.

"O-oh, I was just joking, obviously, heh." Raising one arm as he spoke, Shout awkwardly scratched his head and walked inside. When he reemerged, he was carrying a crate full of succulent orange gems. It was so full, in fact, that on his trek to find a bakery, he dropped several of them. Distracted with his future endeavor of making muffins, he didn't pay them much heed.
Edited by K1ngIsBack, Jun 29 2018, 06:21 AM.
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banba - http://s1.zetaboards.com/One_Piece_RP/topic/5448858/1/

bubba - http://s1.zetaboards.com/One_Piece_RP/topic/4824864/1/#new

shout - http://s1.zetaboards.com/One_Piece_RP/topic/8304693/1/?x=90#new
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