Without much thought Johnny handed the map on over to Tahira, letting out a long sigh after his wounds had been properly treated. It'd take some time before they were all good to go again, but that wasn't the point of all this. The marines were no slouches and even then, those weren't even the top brass. They were just grunts to stop no name pirates, like them. How should he feel about that? Knowing that the strong were saved only for the strong? Did that mean their strength was nothing in comparison? Though, to his words Kaito had agreed and Johnny would merely nod a head, smiling to himself. Perhaps. . With his friends, they could do this. They could set out to be what Kaito wished. The mightest to roam these seas. Be it land or air; they'd be known as the most powerful of them all! But that took time and travel. Now they were but pups, yet. . His eyes wavered to Echizen, holding the meitou with a much tighter grip. If it was Kaito's goal for them to become gods then he needed to be the best. Absolute in his way and hone his swordsmenship to be just that. Standing slowly, he'd begin his vow. "Before I met you Kaito I saw little use for my skill besides using it to awe women. . Now I see, this is what fate decided. Alone I have to admit it. . I'm not perfect. ."
If you knew Johnny, you knew him admitting this was a shock to hear.
"But. . With you all by my side and this new found will, I'll do it. I'll become the strongest swordsmen this world will ever see and protect this crew no matter what happens. If we are to be Gods, then we'll be the First to roam as we please!" It was an oath, loud and proud to them all. Looking to Nefetari after, Johnny would smile. "Stop hiding in that corner licking your wounds and let Tahira look at you. You fought as well."Everything seemed jolly, but that was until the blonde realized Ajora was there and had completely forgotten her existence! Turning as Kaito spoke, he grabbed the girls hand and brought her in front of him. "This is Ajora. She washed up here around the time I did and we conversed a bit. I couldn't just leave a lady alone out here." It was his way, of course yet the rustling of trees behind them made Johnny turn almost instantly seeing the light edges of tresses fall as whomever hid tried to cover their sound. Johnny turned a head, wondering where he'd seen that color of hair before. ". . Hey. . " Slowly he'd begin to walk over, while putting a free hand up to Kaito. ". . I think I know this person. . I'll be right back. ."
His pace was slow as to not alarm her, but he knew she knew he was there. The maiden from karate island; how long had it been since he'd last seen her? If she did run he'd follow as best he could and if she took it slow, it'd be much easier. Either way, his voice rang out in a warm tone. "Guinevere? Is that you?" A call to her and all her princess glory.
☥ With the map placed with her hands, Tahira would grasp it with pure joy. A chill of excitement would course through her body, as fingers felt the material. With the uncurl, her eyes would scan. The illustration was grand, her mind pointing out all the tides and currents. Her mind was a flutter with all this new found discovery. Lands beyond her homeland, only someone of her background could only dream about. But she had believed life resided beyond her sandy home world. And she had been right. But more rested upon those waters. And she couldn’t wait to see them.
Confessions of dreams were shared from Kaito and then Johnny. To be the best within their skillset. To protect those around them. That alone sparked desire within herself. A warmth spreading. Lips parting as she as well would share. “And I’ll be there to care for those wounds you all make along the way.” A sweet smile forming upon lush lips. “It’s been my utmost desire to treat all illnesses. To remove all pain from those inflicted. My village back home had many who suffered, with the lack of medical supplies. It hurts to see those you care about in such pain” A twinge of sadness would cross her eyes, before she closed them to rid herself of it. “But I won’t sit idly by any longer” A fiery glow in her now reopened eyes, as her own gaze turns towards the skies. “I’ve learned the basics around medicine, with the aid of others and I know that more knowledge resides along the seas.” Which is why she took an interest in navigation as well. Eyes would then shift to the map still in her possession. “Lands which hold remarkable things. I wish to see it all. To better the sick…” Her gaze would shift to everyone else. “And my friends”
Eh? Nefertari was injured too? A gaze would shift in his direction and steps would be taken. How could she not have seen this earlier? True he wasn’t one to bare his chest in the raw like Johnny or Kaito. His clothing covering just about everything. So no, she wouldn’t be able to physically see from observation alone. And Nefertari wasn’t the type to come out and say what ailed him. Especially not to her. But leaving all that be, she went forward anyway. “Where are you hurt? Let me see so I can tend to it” All focus would be on Nefertari, as it seemed the group held other arrivals. Within the brush.
Emerald orbs would analyze every individual. Taking in their facial expressions and movements. As the assassin would rest on the opposite side of the campfire, he'd begin to see a clearer picture. Despite their time together, he had no actual ties with these people. Tahira and this other girl aside as they only just arrived, Nefertari had been traveling with Johnny and Kaito for months yet during that time he had always felt a sort of gap between them. It was understandable. They had very little in common and Nefertari was very secretive when it came to his past. Though despite this gap being his fault, it bothered the assassin all the same. A hand would raise to gently grip the chains around his neck. A sort of defense mechanism. They always seemed to provide comfort whenever he held them. Made him feel like he was wanted. His gaze would drift towards the flames in the center and his mind would begin to float away, deep in thought. Zen. That would be shockingly interrupted by the sound of Johnny's voice being flung towards Nefertari. Jade eyes quickly jolting towards the disturbance with a hint of animosity for interrupting his moment. It was safe to say the white haired beauty was in a bad mood. He'd scoff at Johnny as he would send Tahira over to check his injuries. He'd also introduce yet another female that would possibly be joining them on their adventures. This would receive a deep sigh. Viridescent orbs would roll in Tahira's direction as Johnny would finish the introduction of this new girl. Scanning her as she approached, the male would simply reveal his hand, one broken finger and two others badly injured, from his sleeve and turn his head away from her. Rude. He would not give her eye contact but understood that this could be seen as mean so he'd at least speak to her, "I injured my hand... Your help would be appreciated." He had a natural animosity towards woman due to his past. They tend to always stand in his way or cause him harm. He didn't trust them. He didn't enjoy their company. While he was now familiar with Tahira, this did not exactly mean he enjoyed her company. It merely meant that he would put forth an effort to be cordial. To play nice. Legs crossed, eyes gazing towards the tree line as Johnny would go to greet another woman, then the obvious eye roll to a different direction. Too many woman... A solemn expression would appear on his face as he would begin to gaze longingly at the flames of the campfire. His left hand fiddling with his chains as his right was being mended by the doctor. Thoughts of his past would flood his mind and everything else would fade into the background. Their words of how Kaito and the rest of the crew would contribute to one another would only serve to make the gap between Nefertari and this crew more expansive... what did he have to contribute? What did he bring to the table? Was he even really needed? Why was he here? Echoing throughout his mind. His beautiful visage showed little emotion but his heart was heavy with doubt and isolation. What was he to do?
(OOC: The elegance of this inner turmoil~) Word Count: 550 Total Word Count: 1090
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Technique Name: Twinkle Toes Description: Years of being constantly on the run and hiding from the Marines has trained Nefertari to step quickly and quietly. Whenever he takes a step, he crouches ever so slightly to reduce the impact of momentum when his feet touch the ground, making all his steps silent. This unique way of stepping turns his sprinting into more like large leaps which makes him cover a greater distance than he ever did when he sprinted normally. Nefertari gains +5 Speed passively.
Technique Name: Creeping Beauty Description: Nefertari has trained himself to erase his presence as a way to better conceal himself when hiding, making it harder for anyone to even notice his existence unless it was blatantly obvious (being detected by one of the five senses) This allows him to not only hide in plain sight but allows for easy sneak attacks when he is untraceable/undetected by his target(s).
Technique Name: Basic Psychology Description: His time spent as an "escort", if nothing else, taught him to understand the basic mechanics behind the thought processes of most people. By watching, he is able to learn about a targets mental and physical tendencies. Their feelings and emotions are an open book to him and allows him to predict how they'll react in any situation (run, fight, or block.) This cannot predict the method of attack, powers, target, or ANYdetails about their action. It merely tells him if they'll be offensive, defensive, or cowardly. This only succeeds if Nefertari's Intelligence in higher than his opponents and grants him +5 Intelligence passively.
Technique Name: Prance Description: Nefertari, in all his elegance, does everything in a beautiful manner. He adds spins, flutters, twirls, etc. to most of the things he does including high speed movement. However it is not all for nothing as these movements eliminate wind resistance and allow him to move even faster than normal. This grants +5 Speed passively to Nefertari.
Technique Name: Poison Mastery السم إتقانها [Alssmm 'iitqanuha] Description: After consuming the Doku Doku no Mi, Nefertari gained boundless knowledge on poison, the ability how to create different types and limitless amounts of it within his body, and immunity to the effects of his own and foreign poisons. Nefertari uses his knew found knowledge on toxic concoctions to create very effective and lethal virulent attacks. The poison he generates is one with his being, allowing him to manipulate it and bend it to his will. He is able to sense all things in contact with his poison allowing him to track said objects while they remain in contact with it.
[ She had set off but for only a few moments. Just enough time to secure the bulk of a heavy set cow-like creature with a beak, all with the drop of her heel between its unsuspecting eyes. In that time she managed to walk back towards the group, dragging the large creature with her. By the time she made it back to the tree from before, the blonde man with shades pops out, nearly startling her, and grabs her thin free hand to bring her over towards his friends. A blush crosses her face with widened eyes, as she didn’t have time to mentally prepare her heart for such a sudden introduction. But, she’s here now! After dropping the tail of the creature, resting it by the fire, she walks as much as possible to the middle of the group and nods. “Hello, travelers. My name is Saint Ajora. Heiress to the land of Rebana Te Ra. I am...new to these lands, and through your friend here” she starts, referring to Johnny
“I have found a place to rest. I hope my presence is not a burden to your party, thus I am prepared to provide you with a service, in exchange for your protection.” She says, turning to the dead creature she captured but only a little while ago. Her hands move quickly, but with precision, sectioning off the edible portions, while removing the fats and other more useless bits. Her ruby eyes scan the remains of the signal fire, coercing her to fix it up just a bit, in order for it to be used for cooking. Just like that, she has a stand set ready for the creature to cook. “For you humans of this land, I am what you might call...a chef. So give me just a little bit. I will ensure you all have full stomachs to support your treatments.” She says, her expression never changing as she bows ever so slightly with one hand lightly pressed over her chest. ]
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This much was true. It was clear Kaito did not yet have the power to grant himself the freedom he desired. The beast need more strength to topple his enemies. Small fry were giving him trouble. Really not as strong a he would like to be. A significant mount of training was needed, it was evidently certain. Refusal to be flung to the wayside. Opportunities were here. It was great they all had something to strive for. Believing in them as they would believe in him was all that can be done. It was up to the individual to purse what really matters to them. You have to want it. Kaito felt completely unshakable on that.
Ajora? Ashen hair. A small frame and blood eyes that one could mistaken for marvelous ruby's. The girl was flung center stage to give a brief introduction. "Kaito." Not a man of many words as he took her hand in his for a firm but yet gentle greeting. So he knew her name, what was her story? What was it that she was capable of? Arms would entwine with one another across his chest. Heiress, to the entire land of Rebana? Kaito had never heard of such a place. If this was true that would be a we powerful ally to have in his ascension to the top of the mountain.Now what services would she provide in the meantime for his protection? As quickly as he thought a deceased creature was now slice and diced into edible bits and pieces. A chef? It was but a moment that his eyes lit for joy. A cook that traveled with them? No more disgusting tavern food. No more wasted coin on rubbish meals. Kaito could tell from her technique that she knew what she was doing. There was a certain pazazz. "Called a chef in our land? So what would they call you in your land? What are you really?" She appeared as human as he was. Kaito could not really tell if she was anything different. It was important to know these things and he had to taste the elegant cuisine before he made a decision so it had to be ready for consumption. No reason having a chef amongst them if the food taste was horrendous. No point at all
☥ Despite the nonchalant need of assistance by Nefertari, Tahira used her medical skills to tend to his injury. A few fingers broken, though nothing she couldn’t handle. Easily she took care of it and quickly, though while her hands worked their magic, eyes did grasp a few glances at the silent one before her. From their first encounter, Tahira could tell. There wasn’t much like. Not much care or thoughts wasted on the light bronze-skinned beauty from Alabasta. And not that Tahira minded. But even she could feel the tension. The dislike for her. It made her curious, though she wouldn’t be the one to bring it up. Even without knowing full on well the reason, she herself could sympathies. Someone knew showing up. No true introduction. Many weren’t so open to accepting change. All understandable. And so, she wouldn’t pry. But wanting to connect with those around her, to better care for them was her wish. Both Johnny and Kaito held no problem with allowing it. But Nefertari was another story. A story in which she hoped to one day learn of. And in her line of work patience was something she had to forcefully learn. Most things in life didn’t work instantaneously.
While he focused on the fire, fiddling with the chains around his neck, Tahira finished up before leaving him to his thoughts. “All finished” A warm smile, before her attention shifted to another. Apparently there had been another added to the group. A girl with dark skin and red orbs for eyes. A sight rarely seen, but stunning none the less. With her attentions having been on Nefertari, Tahira failed to listen in on the introductions. Though caught the end of Kaito’s questioning. A curious brow raised as Tahira moved closer, watching the girl skillful cut into an animal; a meal being prepared. Though the doctor knew little when it came to meal prep, her skills with her tools were noted at least. “A skillful hand you have there” she pointed out. “I’m Tahira“ Though not too long, her gaze would shift, noting a body missing. “Umm, where did Johnny go?” Slight annoyance and worry would mingle in her tone next. “He shouldn’t be moving around too much with that injury” All her work would surely be for nothing if anything strenuous occurred.
"Mhm. Thanks..." A very short and to the point confirmation of appreciation. Left hand would raise and brush ivory strands from his pristine copper skinned visage. Verdant eyes refusing to make contact with the females form as he would rise and walk away. He'd make his way over to a nearby bush, staring out into the forest. The males back turned to the group as they socialized with one another. They seemed to be having fun. Talking and bonding with one another. Sharing their expertise with one another. Telling stories of where they were from and hiw they came to be here. Becoming closer... Why was he here? He'd think back to how he met the crew. That day in the town he could not remember the name of, Kaito "the hero" getting them free food, and finally taking them on that raid. It was fun. The most fun Nefertari ever had. An enchanting smile would appear on his face as he'd reminisce about how they flew on giant birds and stole a jade egg. A delicate hand would slide into his robe and pull out the piece of egg that he had kept all this time. A finger would caress the shard. A look of peace adorning Nefertari's flawless countenance. He'd remember how he had to carry Kaito back to his home and the strange old man he lived with. A chuckle at the thought of his strange habit of not drinking liquids. A shocked expression would take over his visage before turning into a slight scowl. Pushing these memories to the back of his mind, the male would place the shard back in his robe. There was no room for this! He couldn't deal with... feelings... emotions. They confused him. Scared him though he'd never admit it. Crossing his arms the beautiful assassin would continue to stare into the woods. Deep in thought.
(OOC: The elegance of this solitude~) Word Count: 315 Total Word Count: 1405
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Technique Name: Twinkle Toes Description: Years of being constantly on the run and hiding from the Marines has trained Nefertari to step quickly and quietly. Whenever he takes a step, he crouches ever so slightly to reduce the impact of momentum when his feet touch the ground, making all his steps silent. This unique way of stepping turns his sprinting into more like large leaps which makes him cover a greater distance than he ever did when he sprinted normally. Nefertari gains +5 Speed passively.
Technique Name: Creeping Beauty Description: Nefertari has trained himself to erase his presence as a way to better conceal himself when hiding, making it harder for anyone to even notice his existence unless it was blatantly obvious (being detected by one of the five senses) This allows him to not only hide in plain sight but allows for easy sneak attacks when he is untraceable/undetected by his target(s).
Technique Name: Basic Psychology Description: His time spent as an "escort", if nothing else, taught him to understand the basic mechanics behind the thought processes of most people. By watching, he is able to learn about a targets mental and physical tendencies. Their feelings and emotions are an open book to him and allows him to predict how they'll react in any situation (run, fight, or block.) This cannot predict the method of attack, powers, target, or ANYdetails about their action. It merely tells him if they'll be offensive, defensive, or cowardly. This only succeeds if Nefertari's Intelligence in higher than his opponents and grants him +5 Intelligence passively.
Technique Name: Prance Description: Nefertari, in all his elegance, does everything in a beautiful manner. He adds spins, flutters, twirls, etc. to most of the things he does including high speed movement. However it is not all for nothing as these movements eliminate wind resistance and allow him to move even faster than normal. This grants +5 Speed passively to Nefertari.
Technique Name: Poison Mastery السم إتقانها [Alssmm 'iitqanuha] Description: After consuming the Doku Doku no Mi, Nefertari gained boundless knowledge on poison, the ability how to create different types and limitless amounts of it within his body, and immunity to the effects of his own and foreign poisons. Nefertari uses his knew found knowledge on toxic concoctions to create very effective and lethal virulent attacks. The poison he generates is one with his being, allowing him to manipulate it and bend it to his will. He is able to sense all things in contact with his poison allowing him to track said objects while they remain in contact with it.
[ So this one is named Kaito. For now, it seems as though the group isn’t being hostile, which is a good thing. So the shades man seems to be surrounded by well minded individuals as well. “Good.” she thinks to herself before listening to the question presented before her. Her hands steadily continue with the preparation of the meal. Her knife cleanly slices at the hearty meat while she pulls out spices and herbs she was able to grab from her travels. Though only a bit is left, but she could manage three or so more days with them. “In my land, we are called Executioners. Those who kill, are not allowed the luxury of freedom. You see, to us, life is sacred. The act of killing is simply not allowed, but for Executioners, that does not apply.” She grabs hold of a stone before looking it over. After carefully inspecting it, she holds it up with one hand and sweeps her arm, cleaving the object in two halves.
Placing the bottom half atop the cooking pedestal, she hangs the meat over it to roast, while taking the top half of the stone and carving it out to resemble a large bowl. She takes the fats, throws it into the bowl, and seasons it as well. Stirring it about before adding further ingredients. “Once you’ve murdered, you lose all rights as a normal person. You’re forced to stay within a prison and kill to prepare meals for those above.” That is to say, she was in said prison. Although, she does hope this little story doesn’t drive away her would be guardians. But now, she’d have to answer the rest of Kaito’s question. What is she really, huh… “As for what I am, well, I can at least say I’m anything but human? At least, not you people’s idea of one.” She turns to look down at Kaito as apathetic as usual, before pointing a finger up to her ruby eyes.
“I’m a demon. I suppose you could say we’re a sub of your species. We definitely look human, but there are differences. Enough of them for the humans to run us near extinction.” She comments, forcing herself to remain calm and collected. No reason to hype up these people for no reason. She turns away to continue preparing the food, after having given it a bit of time to simmer. Soon the heat would ramp up bit by bit until it was just right. With the heaviest and most difficult part of the cow heated to perfect, she begins to rotate the food, allowing for the excess juices to spill over into the bowl she prepared earlier. Her eyes wander about, first to Kaito. She takes in his form and build, nodding, then over to the white haired individual off to the side. Seems like the loner type, but, he’s cute at least. His build is a bit more frail… nod. And finally, the medical versed woman who tended to him. She has a fair build as well. They all seem fairly competent.
But as her eyes finish scanning the doctor, Ajora is met with a compliment she hadn’t expected to receive. “Th-Thank you. I’ll do my best to ensure your meals meet your expectations.” And she would. With every action, she moves to prepare the food specific to how it could most benefit each of the members. She had already gotten Johnny’s build from their previous engagement. Plus she knows he’s a swordsman. That works. As for the medical woman, she must be rather skilled, and smart at that. So that’s a plus. But she still needs a bit more information. “I’ve given you my tale. What about you all?” she asks, wanting to hear their stories and names as well. ]
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Interesting. Shoulder would settle on the surface of a tree trunk as he would listen, engaged. The man was curious. After all, these executioners sounded much like something he was very familiar with. “So, a slave?” The question would part from his lips as if she understood what a slave was. Rebana, had a very interesting take on this however. Taking a life was the ultimate crime it seemed. Once you took a life you were branded with this fate forever. What would happen if nobody was subject to the deed? Did they force one to kill at that point? The society would not be able to function without these executioners. They just did no value their lives but the lives of all living things. Food wise, it was against their law to be carnivores? Fascinating. A demon? She looked no different than Kaito himself. Her eyes were quite ferocious but they were still beautiful. The same could be said about him. Amber eyes played with light the way honey teases an unsuspecting sun ray. That could be why he was called a beast. An animal. It was not like his actions did not earn him these nicknames. However, he never thought that his appearance would have any merit towards these. Maybe he was wrong.
The tale of a beast? An expression of awe would wash over his exterior for a brief moment. This one did not expect the subject matter to flip towards him. A stern stare would make it way towards the burning flames. Eyes flooded with the kiss of the light, mystifications flecks of gold scattered throughout his hue. The strands of hair would flick across his face as his gaze would fall onto Ajora once again. “Not much too say really. Like everyone else I had a family. They were slaughtered and I sold into slavery." This was something he would mention nonchalantly. It was not that he didn't care. It was not a moment in his life that affected him emotionally anymore. He continued. "As a slave, I had one purpose. That was too fight and win.” Kaito would take a gander at his open hands that would slowly adjust to form two fist. “That's what I did. For years with these fists I survived by kill others just like me. Scared. Weak. Lifeless shells of their former selves. When I was strong enough I killed for my freedom instead.” It was not a secret to this group what he was nor did he want to keep it such. It was important that they knew where he came from and what he stood for. Secrets lead to a lack of trust and that loosens the ties of their bond. That would derail the crew just as quickly as it was formed. "I still do."
So Ajora did succeed at something and that was peaking his interest. Not just with her skill set but with her story. That was enough for him to give her a chance. Many did not know this about him. The brawler actually enjoyed learning about the unknown. Reading about the world was actually his favorite past time when he was not fighting in the pits as a slave. “You mentioned you were an heiress, were you royalty? Why are you here now then?” Evidently something happened that she no longer had her title. She would not be here otherwise. Maybe she was on the run. Running from what she was.
☥ Surrounded by campfire, the group would tell their tales. Well, the new body, Ajora would share hers. Taking a seat by the fire, Tahira would lend an ear. It was interesting to hear, more so the mention of her being a demon. A term used and heard before. More so in the form of a description. But not an actual being. It made the doctor raise a brow, her eyes which had been closed were open wide and resting on the teller. Was a demon an actual being? Ajora surely spoke as if so, despite her appearing purely human. Though her eyes were of a shade amongst the abnormal. Like Kaito’s. Eyes shifting to him, his appearance and actions were more beast-like than anything. Probably comparable to a demon. But still, both human in her eyes.
Kaito would go about and share his tale as well. He spoke about having a family, losing them and then being placed into slavery. Eyes which had left the duo would stare to the sky. Her thoughts going elsewhere. While her ears remained open. Tahira hadn’t known the life of a slave, though knew of the dastardly trade. One had to be alert and aware, or risk being taken and sold off. When your village was poor, apparently you were prime targets. But aside from that, Tahira had no family. Yes, her village was her family. Everyone knowing everyone. But her real parents, she didn’t know them. Or if they were dead or alive. Fostered by an old woman who was still kicking and mentored by another older woman within the art of medicine. Her tale wasn’t anything like the others. Just a girl who held talents in medicine and dance and had no parents. Living on the desire to learn all medical knowhow, while exploring what laid out there in the world; a keen eye when it came to nautical navigation and a desire to help anyone in need. Yes, nothing needed to share.
Though while Kaito continued to ask Ajora things about herself, Tahira remained within her thoughts. Wondering about things that had no need before. Who had her actually family been? Were they alive? And if so, where were they? The map she was given to look at, was unrolled once more and observed with her cerulean orbs. Maybe they were out there somewhere. Alabastian bracelet shimmering in the light of the fire, while imaginations ran.
He hadn't known if this would be enough to stop her tears or change her mind. Johnny could only do what he'd been doing and what he was currently capable of doing. Self preservation and overall thought didn't go into the way he treated Guin in these moments they shared together. While it was true he'd done the best he could to keep her calm, he himself hadn't thought of what to do with her after this. If she traveled with them, would she be comfortable with their lifestyle? They were pirates after all. True to their word and his own, he'd become the strongest swordsmen to grace these lands, no doubt about it. But. . the things he'd do would be considered questionable to some and to Guinevere, who seemed so pure; he was sure she'd disagree with his actions. Now though, she was getting herself together. Growing to be strong and learning how to do things the best way she could. He wouldn't dare snatch himself away when she was in such a fragile state. As her hand lightly touched his own and she agreed, Johnny placed his other on top of hers and looked over. Warm eyes would follow, slowly rising up and wincing when reaching his full height. His leg was still acting up, but. . it'd heal with time.
For now, he needed to return to his friends.
As she stood with him, he turned, heading further from the bush and back towards where the campfire was lit. Seeing them all, Johnny paused before making sure Guin was beside him. "They won't harm you. I'll let them know you'll be traveling with us for awhile. Kaito will understand." After Torino they'd gotten themselves a large sum of money. With that they could survive for quite some time without having to constantly scrounge up dollars. Still, eventually they'd get in some kind of trouble and the marines would be right on their tail once again. Coming out with Guin in tow, he waved to the group, waiting for anyone speaking to finish before interjecting. "Guys, this is Guinevere." He'd point out, showing her to them before continuing. "She'll traveling with us for a bit. Hope you don't mind it." As he was about to continue, a sudden flock of birds came over the area and dropped what looked like a newspaper to their area. Johnny being the closes, picked it up and began reading silently, looking up with a confused expression. His arm would reach over to Kaito to show him. "Apparently there's a Yonkou in South Blue. ." His hand with up to his chin in thought."Why he's here. . no one knows. But he'll probably be causing a stir. . All the marines will be concentrating on him. ."Putting two and two together, Johnny's burning eyes lit up with flare. ". . This could be history in the making. . I say we go check it out."
[ It seems like Kaito was genuinely interested in her history. She had never met anyone other than her fellow Amazoness who paid it any mind. Her home is one far from this land, and as such, most dismiss the tale as a hoax. The mere delusions of a girl trying to sneak her way into their ranks for free protection. But by no means is she lying. While preparing the food, coming close to its completion, she sternly listens in on the man’s own story, about how he too was ‘one of them’. He was forced to kill in order to survive, so much so that it must have truly affected his heart. He doesn’t even look that old. “How cruel this world can be… So humans, too, brand execution to their own kind.” she thinks to herself, pausing with her cooking to look back at the man over her thin shoulder. Her eyes trail on his features. It’s indeed true. That rugged toned figure, clearly having dealt with countless struggles, and that strange design crawled about his right half… Almost similar to her own tribal imprints.
After turning her head away, she begins plating the meal. She removes the cooked bull meat from its stake, and begins portioning off the sizes for each person, using cleaned stone she was able to find and carve for plates. “It seems we have similar stories then. Unfortunate…” she whispers, feeling so bad that there were others outside her country that had to experience such a vile upbringing. At least he was able to escape. She first picks up the meal for Tahira before bringing it to the woman, who seems to be rather lost in thought, and gives her a bow similar to that of a maid. She then does the exact same for Nefertari, giving him a warm smile as she places his plate before him. Finally she brings Kaito his, holding it out to him as he asks her another question. After handing him the plate of assorted foods, fulfilling the food pyramid’s desire, as she was so brutally taught, she bows to him and walks back towards the fire.
“Well, you see.” she begins, while slowly reaching out her right hand into the roaring flames of the ‘stove fire’. “I was intended to be the next in line to rule our country. Everything was so perfect. Loving parents, tender aides, beautiful children playfully enjoying their lives...but it was all stolen the day the humans found us. That was the very day I first killed, and due to my sins, well, I am no longer royalty.” she finishes. Her apathetic eyes watch the fire as he hand plays about within, as if writing something in the heat. Following her short story, Johnny finally returns from the forest with a woman in tow. The woman hiding in the bushes earlier, to be exact. Without hesitation, caramel hands grab hold of two plates followed by Ajora making her way over to them. She first hands the woman her plate, assuming she’d take it, then bow. Lastly, she’d hand Johnny his, and bow.
“Welcome back, Johnny. You worried your friend.” she says softly, turning her body halfway so she can direct towards Tahira. After all, the woman did ask about him. “Also, who is...Yonkou? A friend?” ]
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This woman was doing the world. Crafting dishes from stone? Survivability skills were well above average on the scale. A huge asset she had proven herself. The captain would watch as his crew members were brought their respective meals. That was until his own provision was placed in front of him. The steam gently pranced around its form as he gazed at its scheme. Color vibrant and bright. Everything about it was a display of pure art. The scent was like a majestic fragrance that pulled at his nostrils with grand allure. There was something respectful about an artist when they brought their food to you specifically. If you let someone else do your presentation it loses its meaning. Pride in your creation, to see the reaction of those who partake. These are the things he gives his full attention to. Meals worth his full consumption. Anything of less worth he takes a simple bite and cast it aside. Worthless. Not this time. Eyes would begin to glisten more and more with every bite. With each gnaw it became that much more arduous to savor. Savagery just wanted to burst out and destroy. Kaito had learned much since his days as a slave and manners were indeed amongst those. Delicious. As He was sure Ajora already came to this conclusion.
“Thank you.” After he was complete these were the only words he could think to part with. Gratitude. It had been quite some time since he had partaken in such an extravagant ingest. “I like you. So, I will protect you. For sure.” Ajora had a strength worth defending. Her cooking just seemed to fill the man with life, strength…power. Leaping a mountain in a single bound seemed plausible. There was absolutely no way he was letting this girl go. Too long had he eaten the burnt meat crafted by Johnny. The worst cook of all time. Kaito was no expert but at least his one could bite into his dishes and the architecture of one’s enamel was intact. “So, you lost it all after your first kill. I understand that completely.” He too lost his humanity after his first kill in the pits. Who would have thought that something so quick would outline the course of his existence?
Just then the blonde-haired devil he decided to make his reappearance from the shadows. With a guest no doubt, the woman of the forest? As they both came into view her face became that more recognizable. Guinevere was her name if Kaito recalled correctly. Kaito had the pleasure of making her acquaintance quite some time ago with Johnny back on Karate Island. “Long time no see.” An eyebrow would rise in confusion. The last person he would think to emerge with his mate. No less she would be traveling with them for the time being. “No problem. I don’t really care.” The reason for her traveling amongst them was his business but he didn’t care to know at the moment. Kaito was sure it would be brought up eventually.
Johnny was just a twitter feed today now wasn’t he. Dropping a newspaper in the midst of them would begin to stir a few emotions out of him. Listening to his explanation Kaito would look at the paper himself to confirm the information. “Heh.” A smug look. The side of his mouth would spring a grin as his mind processed this new information. “If there is something stirin’…I want to be dead center of it.” What a wonderful opportunity to let the world know they were here and they could hang with the big boys. “Well let’s pack it up. A Yonko is waiting for us.” Off to the races. It was time to make an impact. Time to join the party.
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Furin’s lone man boat would arrive on Swallow island. After the death of Corporeal Lance, Furin was glad to aid to the chaos. As he mentioned, living by constraint and chains created by law and order doesn’t do anything but limit the freedom of the people. As Furin disembarked his boat, his mind was set on his next target. This was one of his great friends that he had made growing up as a Marine, Auta Kelb. She was a part of the unit that was dispatched to take care of Furin’s unit. She betrayed him even through their long-standing friendship. Furin wanted her life, and had no care for her answers. Her motivation was rank, because afterwards she was promoted the Captain.
Furin would go into a bar, and order some food and drink. He gazed about the room and noticed a familiar face seated at a table. He walked up, and said, “You know eating fried banana gator is going to make you keel over one day right, Simon?” Simon, a previous informant to Furin, looked at Furin and remembered those vibrant green eyes. “As they always say, a frog don’t croak till you kill it, aye Fury? So glad to see the WG hasn’t offed you”, Simon would say to Furin. Furin, would lean back a bit in his chair, and drink some of the rum that he ordered. “I’m here for Auta. I hear that she is a Captain now.” Furin would lean back forward and look to Simon. “You’ve heard correct. She is a great leader, and her people in this town don’t question her. You’d be a fool to make an enemy of an entire town.”
Furin would slam his cup to the table. “I’d be a fool to allow her to live through her transgressions. Her morals must be taught through a bullet to her skull.” Simon would smirk and shake his head. “Have it your way Fury. She is supposed to be giving a speech later this week at the capital building. That’s your chance.” Simon would put some Beli on the table, and wave to Furin as he walked away. “Good seeing you again. Take care and don’t get killed.” Furin would put Beli on the table and walk away as well.
-few days go by-
Furin is in position with his rifle in place by the window. He was at the top of a building aimed directly at the podium. Music would begin to play and people would gather. Food, drinks, snacks, and all types of goods were being sold to travelers and townspeople of Swallow Island alike. Then, drums would sound and everyone grew quiet. Guards would come out, and following them was a woman clad in armor, and a sword and shield on her back. Her title was “War Goddess”, because of her time at war with the pirates and mercenaries of the blues. “My peop-“ Auta would be interrupted by a bullet to the skull, which put the crowd into havoc. People rushed about, screaming, and Furin would smile as he thought his target was eliminated.
The woman then turned into a bunch of crows, and fly back into the capital. Furin’s smile would surely turn into an angry expression. He wouldn’t know was trickery it was that just happened… but he wasn’t happy about it. He grabbed his rifle and ran outside. He was rushing through people in order to get to the capital and saw that Auta had resurfaced at the podium. “People, I am okay. Thanks to the power of a devil fruit, I cannot be killed! Whatever brought on this unnerving attack will be investigated and brought to justice!” Furin would cringe, “This is going to be a bit harder than I thought.” Through the crowd, he would go into the capital and see people treading about. He saw a staircase going downstairs with guards protecting it. “Why would they protect something, in the middle of the crisis?” Had to be Auta.
Furn approached the staircase and shot the two guards protecting it, only wounding their knees. There was a long hallway with grand doors. Knowing Auta, she had to be in there. Bursting through the door, he came across an old looking woman. “Furin, Furin, Furin. It’s so good to see you. You look like you haven’t aged a bit. Let me fix this.” The old woman would clad herself in crows, and her figure and facial appearance would change to match Auta. “This is the devil’s power. I don’t have to age if I don’t want to. I can remain young and beautiful forever Furin.” Furin would look to her in disgust. “You are only hiding the bitter and ugly truth underneath all of that power. That’s not attractive.” Auta would chuckle. “So, I assume you are here for what I did to you? You can’t kill me Furin. Plus, if anyone, you should be mad at the World Government. They ordered the attack on your unit. I simply followed orders.” Furin would look to her in disgust. “You gained rank, power, and youth through this. You gained, and your unethical behavior must be punished.”
Furin took out his rifle and aimed it at her. “Any last words?” Auta would begin to laugh, and crows would begin to circle her body. Auta would return to the appearance of an old woman. Furin would take a shot, but a crow would take the hit instead of her, and the dying crow flew back to Auta’s body. “Don’t you see Furin, its useless!” Auta would say as she threw a flock of crows his way. Furin would shoot them out of the sky and run about the room. “Nothing is useless. That devil fruit you ate was useless. Your outer appearance will be nice, but you will always be an ugly old hag under all of that.” Auta grew angry, and sent a large flock at Furin out of rage. Furin, began strafing to get a shot on her, since now she sent majority of the crows at him. Furin changed the type of ammunition in his rifle, and took a shot, but a crow blocked it, and flew back to Auta. Then, a large explosion would occur. The smoke cleared and amongst the rubble was Auta’s dying body. “But… how?” Furin walked up to her, and looked down upon her. “Everytime a crow is badly damaged, it flies back to you for nourishment. I shot one of the crows with a delayed-explosive round. Auta would smile, “No wonder you were the tactical one in the group. I underestimated you.” Auta’ head would turn and her eyes would have a now lifeless appearance.
Furin would go about the room, and raid it for whatever jewelry, beli, and things could be gained from it. Furin then ran out of the building and through the crowd. His work here was done, and he could finally return to the ship. Auta traded in her loyalty for gain, and that was unacceptable. Furin still has others on his list, and they had to pay for their transgressions. “Midas… Midas is next on my list.” Furin would know that Midas used to reside in the West Blue. So, he would make his way over there in order to get some information as to his whereabouts. Midas was in Furin’s unit, and betrayed him. If Auta wasn’t lying, then it was at the World Government’s orders, and they had to pay as well. Furin would leave Swallow island and travel to the port.
