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| BubbleGunPrincess | Jul 2 2018, 01:19 PM Post #1 |
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*POP* Stella Bee Bella was awakened by the loud pop from her bubble. Stella has a nasty habit of sleep chewing her bubblegum, but it's better than swallowing it whole Stella always said when asked about her weird habit. It seems that she had fallen asleep while she was suppose to be on lookout duty. Stella rubbed her eyes and looked out over the ledge of the crows nest on of the small merchant ship; Stella was expecting to see just a endless blue sea; It had been a long time since the small merchant ship had hit land, Stella had been lucky to catch a ride with these folks for a small amount of beli and a whole bunch of manual labor she had earned her place on the ship. She had also become the unofficial lookout for the crew due to the fact that she was always up in the crows nest. Stella liked to sleep up there and look at the stars. The higher up she was the happier Stella was. It was strange but the feeling of the sea always reminded her of her devil fruit power, she always found it ironic that she had lost the ability to swim, in order to gain the ability to swim. Although her kind of swimming was much more unique. Stella caught herself being distracted yet again and slapped herself across the face to wake up and focus. She looked out once more but she was caught off guard when she actually saw land. Stella "dunked" (Sui Sui No Mi) her head through the ground so that her head was sticking out the bottom of the crows nest. LAND HO! Stella yelled with excitement. The ship adjusted to head towards the dock and Stella knew her time with the crew was up. This was the last stop for her for the time being. Stella looking at the map she had for reference and saw that the island was called , "Andthisiswhere Island". And this is where island, this is where what? Hopefully this is where I find some adventure or at least someone with a good bounty on their head. Stella was running down to her last few beli, if she didn't find a good mark then she wasn't going to be eating anytime soon. In the dark corner of the most dirty and disgusting dive bar in Andthisiswhere sat Peter "Gold Fang" Cigarello. The nickname was very direct, it was in reference to the two gold canine teeth that Peter had replaced his real teeth with. He wore a dirty suit and slicked back hair that was way too oily for anyone to feel comfortable around him. When he smiled you knew he was not someone to be trusted. He took a shot of the cheapest whiskey they had and with a smile ask for another shot. The waitress that he signaled over looking extremely uncomfortable. Hey their whats the matter? Why don't you come down and sit here? Peter gestured to his lap. No thank you....I ummmm....Can I just get your order? Peter's eyes flashed so that his pupils turned vertical and scales started to erupt from his skin as he begun to change into his half snake zoan form (Rattle Snake). The waitress cried out and ran but Peter was quicker as he slither around her, wrapping his tail around her fit in the process. He opened his mouth so that his gold fangs showed and dripped with venom. He brought his mouth to her ear. Just one more shot of whiskey should do. The waitress winced. Thank you kindly Peter released the waitress and slithered back to his table. The waitress almost fell to the ground but instead she ran, tears in her eyes to the back room. OOC |
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| Linxwire | Jul 2 2018, 06:55 PM Post #2 |
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Coming into the docks, for once Lycus didn’t cause any stir amongst the people on land, dredge up any rock or surplus water, and he came to a smooth, gradual halt instead of a hasty one. He had finally gotten the hang of steering a ship for once, and he confidence had grown at the helm. He sighed deeply, it was refreshing to be able to properly moor at the dock, but something just felt like it was missing. He approached the edge of the deck and looked out around him. From the looks of it, a merchant ship was docked here as well, among the few ships here today. It was quaint, and those onboard the ship seemed, diligent. He only really gave it a thought, because he knew that in the near future that might be him too. He tended to bounce around, doing things as they came to him, but surely he couldn’t actually survive that way could he? Lycus went to collect his weapons from inside the singular personal room he had aboard the Canine, the big metal gauntlets sitting pretty on the table, and he bound them to his waist. There they were a threat and a defense, something he found himself relying on disturbingly often. He wondered to himself if there was ever any lack of evil hearted people in this world. Adjusting the collar on his vest and brushing back his hair, he disembarked the ship, bidding the wolf figurehead of his vessel goodbye in his mind. As he walked towards the town he tossed ideas around in his head, he had plenty of skills that he could use, but then he remembered that pirate he fought once. He stopped a man from escaping prison, and for it, he was paid a rather large sum. He fought the idea internally, turning to a life of bounty hunting was well within his capabilities, and he did really dislike pirates… He felt the scar running the length of his shoulder, the blow from that axe long since passed but never truly gone. A marine enlistment poster hung from a nearby post, and glancing at that made him frown. Where were they when he needed them? He sighed and shook his head. “You’re too opinionated Lycus, you’ve got a reason to hate everything and not a reason to just live.” He scolded himself, smiling painfully, knowing he wouldn’t take his own advice. Lycus turned and leaned up against the post, facing out to the ocean and folded his arms. There wasn’t much point moving forward until he could make up his mind. That might take some time. OOC
Edited by Linxwire, Jul 2 2018, 06:56 PM.
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| Pendrew | Jul 4 2018, 01:45 PM Post #3 |
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Another bright West Blue day didn't seem to trouble Claudine too much, and as she walked around, her dark aviators pushed right up against her snake-like eyes as she turned corner after corner through the labyrinthian centre of the island. Andthisiswhere didn't seem like the kind of place for a doctor or any description, but it was all part of the traveller's experience. And besides, even if the regular folk couldn't pay her too much, she could still squeeze out a few beli here and there. But, she had heard a little rumour, kept real hush hush about a certain mobster on the island who piqued her interest. Ordinarily, she hated the very idea of allying with anyone who abused their power and wealth in such a way, no better than most high-ups in the marines in that regard, but this "Gold Fang" fellow has not only those two things, but if hearsay was to believed was a devil fruit power, one which she could... observe? Observe. All she had to do was just find the man, offer her services, and she'd be set. Clutching her blazer shut and doing up the buttons real quick, she slunk along the densely packed streets, recognizing the bar district from er first few days of late night drinking when she arrived a few weeks back, figuring some gangster of renown must have lackeys in one of them, or at least presence, or even a sighting of the man himself. She was only a doctor, not a psychic! Still, she was thirsty, and wetting her whistle seemed the best thing to do. So, when she came to the last and dirtiest looking dive in the row, she adjusted her hair, kept her fashionable blazer buttoned, and took a tentative step inside. It looked ordinary, dank and unpopulated, minus the bartender and his servers, and right in the middle of the room was a large, well dressed man harassing a barmaid. Typical thuggish behavior, no doubt, and she might've turned on her foot and left... had she not caught some kind of fluid dripping down the side of his golden tooth, leading to her raising an eyebrow. Was this "Gold Tooth" before her eyes? Maybe, but she wasn't going to just stroll up to the man. Instead, she feigned ignorance, and passed both the barmaid and her target to perch atop a stool by the counter, where she snapped her fingers to grab attention from the bartender, asking very politely for a glass of wine. She pulled off her aviators and folded them, pushing them into her pocket, casually glancing over to the man at the table and showing off her unusual eyes, hoping her little trick would convince the mobster that she was worth some attention. |
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| BubbleGunPrincess | Jul 4 2018, 02:40 PM Post #4 |
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Stella exited her ship as she put on her divers helmet. You never know what foreign elements being introduced into the atmosphere. She liked to treat each new island as if it was a new planet. This would give her lots of practice for when she was actually going to be stepping onto untouched land in space. Attempting to make contact with alien life forms. This planet seems to be densely populated. Must proceed with caution and blend in with my surroundings. Stella took out her notebook and started to write down observations as she navigated the busy dock. She ran into nearly everybody who got in her way, as she quietly apologized and kept her globed head down. She lift up her helmet and popped in some bubblegum for her stash in her pocket. The chewing and popping always comforted her. The first thing that Stella liked to do on a new island was to check and see if there was any new mechanical mysterious that she could lay her eyes upon and perhaps try to replicate for herself. Maps! get your maps of the Andthisiswhere island. Come see the marvel of 100% organic urban grown garden. 100% organic urban grown garden. Sustaining food growth during the long journey to the stars is important! this should be interesting. Now that sounds like a technical marvel. Stella bought a map with the last of her beli. Now I really need to make some beli or I am screwed. But first the urban garden! Stella started to make her way towards the urban growth section of the city. This was going to be quite a sight to see. It was time to take the trek to the other side of town. Operation island infiltration is a go, I repeat, it is a go! Peter sat back down at his booth after having his fun with the waitress. A different waitress came and delivered the shot of whiskey he had asked for. He laughed, it was obvious that he gotten to the last one. Peter looked over to his college who was sitting at the booth with him. He was a a short fat man who was busy stuffing his face with bar food while Peter had had his fun. Ok, stop stuffing your fat face and let's get back to the issue at hand. The card game. Now how much luck have you had with the johns? ummm.... The fat man stopped eating. And before he could swallow his food to respond, Peter was inches away from his face. Holding a dagger to his beli. Don't make me spill the contents of you stomach on the floor of this bar. God how much food can you fit into that belly? The fat man attempted to answer but was once again cut off. Now here is what we are going to do about our situation. I am going to take all the beli that I was going to be paying you, and I am going to pay someone else to find the johns with you, and in exchange, you get to keep your life. How does that sound? Yes...Yes sir. That works. Peter scanned the bar and locked eyes with a women. Her eyes were dark orange and resembled his own when he was his half zoan form. Peter walked over and put beli for her drink on the bar. Hey there hot stuff...You looking for work? Peter asked the women, licking his lips with his forked tongue. |
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| Linxwire | Jul 7 2018, 01:21 AM Post #5 |
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A few minutes had passed, and the water continued to sway the ships in the dock, pendulums in perpetual motion. Yet to Lycus the world had all but vanished until he woke from his thoughts, the subtle movement was indiscernible, and the sounds simply faded away. But now he was aware, aware mostly that he was getting odd looks from the dock workers for hanging about the place aimlessly. He himself felt it was quite pointless too, having looked inwardly for a while and still with no answer, all he knew was that something was missing. Before, when that girl was around, there was a question of what was going to happen or for what reason, it simply did and he complied. Maybe that’s what he needed? Companionship, a scent to blindly follow, like the dog he was. Wow, way to turn something meaningful into a sleight, why am I so dour lately? He thought this to himself as he pushed away from his perch against the post on the dock and looked once again to the entrance of the town. Where was it that he found such a traveling partner before? A bar, was it not? Perhaps finding something else of similar note might yield the same results? That last one wasn’t really anything special either, so maybe the more downtrodden the better? His feet carried him forward as he pondered his options. Before long he came upon a bar, catch the glimpse of someone entering as he came across it. What luck, maybe his search had ended already? Trying his best to remain in a casual demeanor he pushed the door open, squinting inside the dark rooms, as the smell of smoke and alcohol enveloped him. These scents would lure most people who enjoyed places such as this, but it was only appalling to Lycus. He willed himself to enter, figuring he would eventually get accustomed to the smells. The sound of weeping could be heard, it was quiet, but with no one making much noise around him Lycus quickly discerned where it was coming from. A woman, probably a waitress or a barmaid was trying her best to hold herself together, as she wiped away her tears sitting at a table. Chivalry wasn’t a platform he found himself upon often but he certainly wouldn’t shy away from it. He stood next to her and waited patiently until she noticed him before speaking up. “Who made you feel this way?” He said in a low voice, careful not to bring any attention to himself. The barmaid simply shook her head, unwilling to talk about what happened and only leaving Lycus with his assumptions. He frowned, surely with her acting this way, the aggressor is still around here somewhere. He looked around the rest of the room where card tables stood and a bar was at the far wall. Two figures sat at the bar, one looking to be the person he saw entering. From behind, she appeared to be a woman in perhaps her early thirties. Her clothing was not anything to scoff at and was easily worth more than anything Lycus would ever spend on something to wear, making her stand out immediately. However, her posture and attitude spoke the opposite of her, here she was relaxed and comfy, even with her new company eyeing her like a piece of meat. And then there was the man, not much could be said about him that was inaccurate. He was greasy, yet dressed to the nines and loved to show off his teeth. His appearance made him fit the bill of a mafia, but Lycus didn’t want to label him as such so quickly. The traveler did, however, take note that he might be very dangerous. What was the right approach here? He hesitated, waiting for a moment for the two to begin their conversation, before moving in closer to the bar. Lycus took a seat in the barstool on the other side of the woman there, immediately spinning around to lean back against the bar countertop and disregard the drinks. “Excuse me miss, might I ask, what do you like about that wine? I’ve never really had much of a taste for it myself.” He said, trying for a moment to break her attention away from this other gentleman. Lycus is not the type to be here at all, yet he tried to blend in with the atmosphere a little. |
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| Pendrew | Today, 9:31 AM Post #6 |
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Whilst her eyes remained settled on the silver-and-forked tongued man, she also kept her ears open, catching a lot of the conversation idly. Bloodletting and jokes, fancy that! But, paying someone to find some folk whilst keeping the larger man alive was unusual. Must've been some pretty special fellows if such a wealthy man needed them hunting down. That'd be her in to get closer to the man, and discern whatever he was in detail at her leisure. From there, they locked eyes, and in the space of a minute, the man had beli placed down on the bar next to her drink, asking her a question she had an obvious answer to. Except, well... someone else had entered behind her, and whilst trying to get the attention of this gangster, hadn't exactly seen him. For a moment, she considered telling herself off for missing someone in such a garish and bright orange shirt. Somewhat shorter than her, dressed rather plainly (at least compared to her get-up) and very quick to flit from seat to seat, her gaze switching between the two contrasting men a few times. She cleared her throat, smiled over at the sharp fanged man and waved her hand slowly. "Ah, yes, a job... can you give me a second? This man's thirst needs uh, quenching first!" she added, trying her best to put on a casual smile, though as soon as she turned to the man at the bar on the opposite side, she gave him daggers and a scowl. In a calm voice, she answered him in turn. "Well, it's very fruity and not quite as dry as I'm used to. Must be the indoor farming methods here," she noted, nodding along, leaning in closer and making a gesture with her hands to keep quiet. "Aaaaanyway, excuse my friend here. We were talking business, yes?" she replied to the mafioso, tapping the coin with her index finger. "Buy me another drink, and I might be interested in a job," she suggested, though with her tone of voice, it sounded closer to an order. Whilst hopefully out of view, she gave her wine inquiring... friend another simple gesture: one second, indicated to him with a bounce of her wrist. "You mentioned finding up some folk, right?" OOC
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