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( " MORE, MORE " )♔￤Ezekiel's face, previously alight with her magnanimity, became placid as pond in an instant as the others spoke. She was listening, panning through their words for the golden phrase she sought, and Eureka! So they were keeping him! Oh, this was good. Glamorous, even. She let out a joyous squeal at the news and a little happy jig tapped its way out from the ends of her hair to the tips of her toes. Even if Nefertari had a glimpse of all these flavors on the beach and chose salty, Ezekiel would be gobsmack saccharine in his stead, and so it showed. She beamed bright as the glint of a sniper's scope, the gold filling on her canine doing the absolute most in the summer sun.
"Ezekiel Omiata! Both incredible and edible, if the testimonials are to be believed." She introduced herself to Marshall on the way back to the ship, offering a hearty salute to the fresh coconut of a man they had plucked from the sea. It didn't seem like Marshall was going to get much of anything out of Neffy at the moment, and Roselle looked positively preoccupied with her Asche-ffections, so Ezekiel just went along and introduced the rest of the party, too.
Nefertari was first to be introduced, as Ezekiel gestured an open palm his way as if revealing a prized faberge egg. "This is Nefertari. He has all the preexisting symptoms for a diagnosis of Fergalicious." Otherwise defined by a propensity to make the boys go loco. She allowed Marshall a moment or two to soak the radiance that was Nefertari's sun-kissed angles in, and after a short flourish, she gestured to Roselle. "And this is Roselle, my lily-white friend! I have never seen her tan a day in my life, but that's okay. It is because her heart is pure and whatever melanin she may have had has been obliterated from her skin by being dunked so many times by Asche. Or so I imagine." This salvo of information was dispensed as matter-of-factly as one could possibly hope to attain from a woman with one eye, pink hair, and what seemed to be a fatal allergy to pants as a concept...which is to say she told this to Marshall as if she were describing rare antique wares for auction. Not that they were for sale! The takeaway here was that their presences were priceless.
So she leveled her gaze back on the newcomer once more, and with a wry grin, asked this: "What kindsa foods do you like to eat, huh? I can't guarantee you'll have much of an appetite after being dunked, but...it doesn't hurt to ask."
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Only for a moment would his head turn to look back on the crew following after him, a soft smile taking his features as the setting sun took to their faces. Roselle, a loving girl who was lost in this world alone. She had nothing but now her face filled with laughter and smiles, with a few pouts here and there. He'd given her that. EZ, whom he promptly named Pinky. The most eccentric of them all, he trusted her oddly enough with his life, because he knew she'd never think twice about letting metal ring if it came down to it. She'd been through a lot and he was grateful to have found her on that fateful day - to help and make sure the man who wronged her paid for his crimes. And last but not least, Nefetari. The one who'd been here the longest, who gave him those longing eyes and thoughtful stares. Yes, Asche knew how he felt, but those feelings could never be reciprocated. He was a man doused in change, living in reverence to what was to come. He'd see his future and was running from his past.
Never could things be as the beauty wanted.
Once reaching the ship, he crossed his arms over his chest and laughed high to the sky. "Welcome to the SS. Maribel! Pinky, show the Sea Dog where the showers are while I think of our evening meal." As she followed or didn't follow orders, Asche rubbed his chin in thought. Eyes concentrated on Roselle with a blank expression. Their latest slew of outgoings and wanton debauchery had left his pockets a little on the empty side. They needed some more and quick. "Hmm. . " Again, a hand grasped hold of Roselle, bringing her close as he plopped down on the deck. Fingers messing about in her hair while thinking of a quick fix to the dinero issue. "We could steal something, but this island has been good to us. ." Slowly eyes turned to Nefetari, whom Asche thought of using as an exotic dancer but squashed that idea. Last time he tried that Neffy wasn't too happy.
Decisions. . Decisions. . Digits lined the rim of the girl's head in his lap before he turned a chin to the darkening sky. God! He needed a sign! Something! Anything!
That's when a newspaper smacked Roselle in the face and Asche grasped it with a smile. Thanks God. "Underground ship racing. . Dead End Race. Winner gets. . !?!? NANI-KA?!!" Oh yeahhh! His eyes lit up with dollar signs, lifting the girl with her on his shoulder with a devious smirk. "I know what we're gonna do for dinner. Shahahaha!"
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XXX Of course she'd known this would happen! The familiar hissing of snakes sent a shiver down Roselle's spine as she nervous turned to smile awkwardly at Nefertari, sweat dripping down her brow. She rose her hands slightly to her chest, holding them up in something akin to a "surrender". "A-Ah.. Haha.." She could understand the man's hostility toward her, especially when it came to her interactions with Asche. The past year she'd seen how close the two were, and how Nefertari flirted with their Captain, and she could accept some of the animosity that came her way when she was a new person who infringed upon their relationship. Oddly enough, he had been the one to save her life, pulling her from danger after she had left Skypiea for a new life. As he walked away she'd sigh in relief, lowering her hands and following after Asche as they prepared to board their ship.
Halting momentarily she looked around the beach one last time, smiling and nodding. This had been another good place, warm and comfortable. She was sure their next destination would be just as intriguing. "Thank you, Ez! And it's nice to meet you!" Since their lovely sniper seemed to have introductions with the beach bum - apparently named Marshall though she was partial to Ocean Dog - under control, she'd grab her towel from the sand and board their ship. Ezekiel and Marshall had their orders, so Roselle stood before Asche awaiting hers,surprised when he pulled her in again and once more began playing with her hair. Whether or not this habit helped the man to think she didn't know, but she certainly wouldn't complain. It was even worth the snakes! Probably. Maybe. Ohno.
For now she was content to relax like a cat in the man's lap, eyes closed, a content smile matching her relaxed form. If she had been able to, she'd be purring happily, but sadly she was no neko. Nya. Pleasedon'thurtmeTai. Just as she was about to doze off. . . FWAP. A newspaper smacked into the woman's face, startling her from comfort. "WAH?!" Something was attacking her face!!! The startled woman sat up in a panic, moving to pull the foul beast from her face when it was suddenly removed by Asche. Her hero! She'd look to the offender to find that it was. . . j-just a newspaper. . . The woman hung her head in shame, cheeks a dark rosy red. Before she could wallow in her embarrassment too long, she felt herself lifted up on Asche's shoulders, her surprise eclipsing her other emotions. Looking down she'd read the paper and nod with a light smile on her lips. Racing it was, then.
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White strands would dance in the breeze as Nefertari would swiftly walk aboard the ship. There were now five people that would be sharing his much needed living space. This was going to be a disaster... He would lean on the railing, looking out over the big blue as everyone would climb aboard and prepare to set sail. His loose fitting shirt would flow in the breeze, revealing some cheek every now and then~.
Asche’s words would signal the ocean bum’s first step on the ship. Jade orbs would dart over and stare him down as he would walk on board, bringing whatever filth and grime he collected from the ocean with him. Though another insult would be thrown in his face as the white-haired beauty would spot Roselle being placed in Asche’s lap. ”...” There was no rattles this time. No snakes or piercing gaze. Just a bland some-what sad expression.
His head would turn and he would make his way below deck, doing his best to ignore those that followed him. His room was just ahead but Roselle’s was on the way. He would open the door, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and take out a the sand dollar she had on the beach before Asche dunked her. They were useless but she seemed to really enjoy them... He’d stare at it for a while before tossing it onto her bed. She can never say he never does things for her!
He would close the door and quickly head to his room and lock the door. He would take a deep sigh and begin taking off his clothes. The scars on his back told a tale but he was not one to share. Nefertari would simply sink into his tub and turn the water on, sitting there as it filled with cold, then warm, then hot water... Today was a bust but there was always tomorrow...right?
"Ezekiel Omiata! Both incredible and edible, if the testimonials are to be believed."
The eccentric pink-haired woman introduced herself to Marshall as they walked side by side towards the ship. Although she was quite tall, Marshall himself was not too far behind. The young Skypiean was a solid 5 feet and 11 inches, nearing 6 feet, but would probably never make it. Ezekiel, however, definitely stretched past 6 feet. She saluted him and proceeded to point out her companions aside form Asche, who had already introduced himself.
Nefertari. The other man in the group, who at the moment was wallowing in his feelings. Roselle, who was very polite and he found the nickname, "Ocean Dog" to be much more appealing than being called something rude like, "Beach Bum". Marshall laughed at the way Ezekiel described her, his favorite part being:
"It is because her heart is pure and whatever melanin she may have had has been obliterated from her skin by being dunked so many times by Asche. Or so I imagine."
The way Ezekiel spoke about each person revealed just how much they meant to her. It was touching, to see that outside of the tribe, there were also people who could hold people in regards like that. It was just as his Master had said.
"I can tell you really care about these guys. Kinda like a family." Marshall said as he smiled warmly and ascended the steps to the boat, "I know what that's like."
Reaching the deck of the ship, Marshall was a bit startled when Asche tossed his head into the air, with crossed arms and released hearty laugh. Stopping to turn to Marshall, he spoke:
"Welcome to the SS. Maribel! Pinky, show the Sea Dog where the showers are while I think of our evening meal."
A shower! Marshall deeply desired to rid himself of this stench and possibly change into some better clothes if any were available. But, he was moreso excited for a shower.
"What kindsa foods do you like to eat, huh? I can't guarantee you'll have much of an appetite after being dunked, but...it doesn't hurt to ask."
"Food? Mmm, well back in the tribe we'd eat a lot of mixed vegetables and some meat. Sometimes fish. Although I'm not much of a picky eater," As he speaks, Marshall catches onto a single word uttered from Ezekiel's mouth, "Gah! Wait, dunked?! You mean like what the captain does to Roselle?!"
As he trailed behind Ezekiel, Marshall had several envisionings of Asche possibly dunking him. At this point, if there were anything that he was afraid of at the very moment, it was being dunked into the ocean...
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( " MORE, MORE " )♔￤A fond smile slid along Ezekiel's face at Marshall's observation. This crew was the closest she had to family left, but that seemed to be the case for most pirates. She could only hope that Marshall had left his home on better terms than some of the people she'd met. Before Ezekiel's childhood peaked at 9 years and 364 days and started crashing downhill, she'd had a good childhood and had a lot of people that cared for her! Now, one eye less, one devil fruit more, and a few dozen domes under her belt, she had her fears that her own kin wouldn't be so pleased to welcome her back. But that's what compartmentalization was for! What was that about bathtime?! Let's focus on that instead, huh?! So they led him to the next available bath, and got all the fixin's prepared. Soap, scrubbers, the whole nine yards. Everything someone might need for an entirely innocent, purely platonic shower.
"I'm pretty fond of apricots, m'self. They've got a real chewiness to them, yanno, when you can salvage 'em after a harvest. Once the tissue fibers start getting shredded from a messy peel, they're worthless, but thass' juss' my opinion." Ezekiel let Marshall slip into a false sense of security while she started to draw the bath. Something about never knowing which faucets did what when you were in a stranger's shower, y'know? It would be a shame if Ocean Man froze-then-scalded his nipples off on his first day with the crew. How could she justify such a fatal n****e accident? She couldn't, that's how. But she could justify Marshall aspirating water into his lungs, and if he died of pneumonia afterward, then he simply wasn't strong enough to be on the crew. Hazing ritual, ho!
This was the part where she yote him.
Hand to the back of Marshall's scalp, power stance, feet planted, center of gravity on lock. This was the posture Ezekiel took, and had Marshall's face not likely been in some state of flux towards the tub or out of the way of impending water, he may have caught a glimpse of 「 𝐘𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 」manifesting behind Ezekiel's form. With the sound of their captain's trademark laugh echoing even to the showers, it seemed the end of our Ocean Dog's chronic funk.
Unless, of course, he chose to be difficult.
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The ship pulled into the side of the island, the skull and cross bones of the jolly roger adorned with flame. He would represent them for now, it was the only banner he had to fly under anyway. Well, at least until he found a better group to side with. Adrian was just the first, and he had beaten enough Pirates to know about all of them. At least the ones in the blues.
Walking idly through the thicket of the towns people, he felt nothing for them because he was no longer allowed to feel anything for them. He was no longer their hero, he was stripped of that right. because of something he did, because of something someone else did to him, as a result of what yet another person had done. So definitely he was upset, and he felt he had every right to feel this way. Riven would approach the base of the large umbrella like tree that adorned the island. He fought to protect things like this, he was a Marine ... But they threw him away. And he couldn't help the feeling that he just wanted to hit something. So hit something.
His right hand flung out, striking the base of the umbrella like tree, sending a tremor up its spinal column. It felt good, to strike something like that. Again, he would bash into the side of the tree and feel it shake, it didn't seem like the tree itself would fall, it was too sturdy, but the creaking sound of stone was evident. Again. Punch, he would tear into the side of the tree, the bark under his fists would slowly begin to peel away. Again and again and again, he just kept punching, feeling the weight of the world come out with every pound of his fists. The Hotel that sat atop the large umbrella top of the tree would begin to falter, its debris crumbling before being shaken like a crumpled biscuit in all directions. Slowly, but surely it would pour off the sides of the umbrella tree. Falling into the city below, citizens running about to escape the catastrophe. He would look back to them, the people barely avoiding debris. They had already begun to scatter when they saw the tree shaking, the danger to come. This was what a Pirate was, right? This was what Oshino had left Riven to become, right? He was locked up in Impel, it meant he was a criminal so he should behave the way a criminal does. tearing apart everything, being angry and lashing out whenever he wanted.
"Hey." Riven would speak pressing a foot to the back of a man whoms leg had been caught by a bit of rubble. He was in pain, and maybe if he wasn't so weak, this wouldn't have happened. "Is dis place unda the Marines protecshun?" He glared downward, pink eyes glowing with hatred. Edgey little hands stuffed within the pockets of his long tailed coat.
'N-No! It's the Pirates!'
"Oh ... My bads." He lifted his foot, kicking the rubble off of the mans leg before punting him away. Letting his leg linger in the air for a bit before lowering it back down. "Das fine, I'm no fan of Pirates neither."
Her suspicions were right. The entrance was a mess, but here was just as bad. Currently, she was sitting on the ship, looking out the window as Azusa took care of her wound. She had insisted that she was fine and that it was a minor scratch, but he had taken out an inch long splinter. It was apparent she was more worried about others than herself, but he was right, she needed to care for herself first before being able to help others. Once he slapped on a gauze, and tidied up her wound, she dressed herself and thanked him, helping to readjust some of his clothes before they stepped off the ship.
Masae seemingly clung to Azusa, a bit afraid of what she might find. It seemed things were destroyed, but the people only had minor injuries. This eased her heart, and she steadily broke off from his side to help a few families repair their homes. It seemed this area was a bit hotter than the other, so she ended up sweating a lot in the middle of work. She had to take some breaks here and there, and drink more water, but never the less, she was fine.
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Standing on the prow of his ship as it parted the waves, Vot'gul placed a hand to his brow to shield out the sun's rays. Emberous eyes stared up at the large tree that canopied the entire island. The poor thing had seen better days and was damaged extensively in several places. Bark was torn away, fibrous strands of tree flesh ripped away. Wet, viscous sap still dripped from the wounds. The tree would heal, but it would scar. As his ship neared the dock, he hopped off. Heavy boots CLUNKED against the dock. With a quick flick of the wrist and a swift pull, his small boat was moored. His eyes had not deceived him, there was another marine here. Their boat was tied next to his. Hmmm, Vot hummed as he reached up under his helmet to scratch his chin. It wasn't long after that he spied a woman hopping off the ship with a fresh bandage. "Morning!" He called out, offering a crisp salute before hurrying after. As she helped the families, Vot'gul helped clear debris. He dusted his hands off as he dropped a large, heavy piece of bark out of the way. Though the day was hot, he noted as Masae took frequent breaks to hydrate, the armored marine hardly slowed. He didn't even remove his helmet under the baking sun, seemingly unperturbed by the dry heat that was weighing them down. Nor did he raise an arm to wipe away any moisture that would be collecting. Was he even human? Walking around in nearly fifty pounds of gear, a large two handed sword strapped to his back and not even breaking a sweat. Hell! The ruff of his collar was furred! Still he kept working, silently helping to unblock the entrance to a nearby family's house.
Azusa had given Masae a stern talking to as he patched her up. He didn't know much about the woman but he admired how headstrong she had been; it reminded him of his younger days. They were going at it alone, he'd patch up her wound while she scouted out ahead. Kyuka Island had recently come under the protection of a crew of pirates, to Azusa's understanding they hadn't been all too bad. The Wanosian man had more insight than others, he didn't see pirates as evil, just another faction vying for control and treasure just like the inner circles of the World Government were. He'd simply chosen the side where he felt could contribute to the greater good.
Destruction and mayhem was nothing new to him. He showed no sign of sorrow or disdain for the crestfallen land, but he'd chant, every stop, a few words in his native tongue so that the wandering spirits could pass on in peace.
As Masae stood beside him, clinging to him, he'd gaze down to her to comfort her with his words and another pat on the head."It will be alright. This is our duty afterall."He reassured her with a smile as they exited the ship and they split off to help those in need.
During their clearing of the land and providing medical care to those in need, Azusa spotted an armored man from afar. His eyes narrowed to slits, an amalgamation of suspicion and focus. He didn't seem like a harmful individual, Azusa didn't feel a killing intent exuding from him. Helping finish up clearing heavy masses of debris he'd approach the armored man,"Hello there, friend!"He called out from his side, lips twisting into a smile as a hand rose in greeting."Did you also receive the distress signal from the Blues? I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting. My name is Azusa."He introduced. It was clear from his accent that he'd been from a different land. Still, Azusa couldn't put his finger on it but he was sure his eyes had laid upon a suit of armor similar to his before; but from where?
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The next destination could have been a small vacation, if not for the incident that occurred and brought the resort at the top of the island's largest tree to ruin. It was a tree so large that would be visible from thousands of kilometers away and the resort was built on top of it. Yet someone still made it a target of their vile acts. "Were all of these acts done by the same criminal?" she wondered. Since she did not listen to the commander when he was explaining what happened to that part of the Grand Line, she had no idea of what actually happened. It was a price she paid for listening only to the words that mentioned she would be forced to go on a mission to restore the damage caused. Once the ship was docked, Lyre as well as other low ranked marines were instructed to carry boxes from the storage to the upper deck, as they would be used to carry the supplies they would buy from the shopping area of Kyuka. It was a good thing that the destruction was limited to the resort itself, and the damage caused by the debris that fell off the tree, but that did not mean she should be relieved. Many people could have gotten hurt because of that and buildings were likely to have been destroyed as well, depending on the size of the debris that fell from such a height.
The moment Lyre brought the last crate to the upper deck, she noticed other chore boys and girls being gathered. As an officer who seemed to be talking to them noticed her and called her over, she joined the group to see what was going on. The officer was a woman in her early thirties, she held a clipboard and was writing down names of people as well as the tasks assigned to them. She was taking her role very seriously even though that much was not necessary. When it was Lyre's turn to be assigned to a task, she was once again given the role of a scout. She was to check the degree of the damage caused to the areas of the island beneath the tree, that were hit by falling debris, and report back. Others would be doing the same assignment as her in order to cover a larger area. She would also be accompanied by a few other recruits in case they found someone in need of immediate rescue. Once she received all of the necessary instructions, she was given permission to leave with her temporary team. Before long they went on separate ways since the recruits wanted to join another scout, for being on bad terms with Lyre after she was found deepening her friendship with the sister of one of them.
While walking on her own, she recorded the damage she could see in a small notebook given to her by the officer back on the ship. There were other teams working on the reconstruction already so she just continued with the task given to her. Although one could think of her as lazy for not doing the manual labor the others were doing, she had to go around the entire damaged territory and write down the details of the damage caused, check if there was any robbery associated with the destruction, as well as casualties. That is, until she stumbled upon a beautiful pair of thighs, also wearing the uniform of the Marine like her. It was a girl who helped a family in the repairs of their home. Her clothes were somewhat covered in sweat but that did not make the thighs girl look any less attractive in the eyes of the she-wolf. Yet there was something that caught her attention, and it was not the excessively handsome man that seemed to be close to her but the armored person he was talking to. Inside that much armor it could be a person of any gender, so she avoided making assumptions but still wondered how someone could wear that kind of armor while doing heavy labor in a place where the weather was hot enough to make people sweat when working under normal conditions. Yet she assumed the two of them were part of the Marine as well. Lyre did recognize the accent of the man, being from Zou herself, she had seen a few people from Wano when she still lived in her hometown.
A little bit conflicted as to whether she should approach the girl, the man or the tin can, she decided to go to the one who instigated ulterior motives selflessness in her. "Hi. Were you all also assigned to this place?" she said to the girl she approached while the man and the armor would chat.
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Masae was on a break, already finished with her task, when she saw a person in armor walk up to help others. She automatically assumed the person was male, but averted her eyes before he could catch her staring. Instead, she looked at Azusa, watching as he worked hard to help his section. He was sweating, and needless to say, how his skin glistened in the sun was entrancing to her. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes off. He was so…rough…yet…so caring and gentle. She suckled on her straw, basically drooling over the man. She was so lost in her own fantasies that the female who approached her startled Masae. She flinched, and choked on her drink.
“ Gack…! N-No… We just showed up.”
She answered, wiping her mouth with the back of her glove. It seemed Azusa and Tin Can were conversing, she Masae turned to the white haired female and smiled.
“ Azusa and I broke off from another team…here we are.”
She explained, gesturing over to the male she had just been oogling over. Masae brushed off some sand from her thighs, and stood up to shake the other maiden’s hand,
“ Masae Ueno. We were about to depart to another location. You can come if you want, more help, the better.”
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XXXOn Whiskey Peak...
It was good to see that Bo was taking a well deserved break. Although she was a civillian, she was certainly strong, and had contributed a great deal to the recovery efforts since she had joined up with them. At the denial to her offer, Astraea would simply chuckle and shrug, nodding to show there were no hard feelings. "I understand. I had to give it a shot, though!" She truly believed the woman would make an incredible Marine, but she had already found her lot in life and it was a good one! "Ah, that's right! You were in Lyneel selling cabbages, correct?" After asking the question, she rubbed the back of her neck, awkwardly looking off as she remembered the fate of the produce. "I've been in the Navy a long time, and I have never seen anything like that..." Shaking her head, she'd continue nailing the wooden planks of the building together to help solidify the structure. "It seems like you're a long way from home. How long has it been since you've been back? I've got some siblings myself. Two younger brothers." Asking these questions reminded Raea that it had been quite a while since she had seen her own family. Mentally, she made a note to figure out when a good time to visit them would be, lost for a moment in the happy memories of her childhood and the games she had played.
At the mention of agriculture and invention, the woman looked up from her work, tilting her head in curiosity. "Is that so? That's incredible! All that stuff is beyond me, I've always been more of a soldier than anything else." Chuckling, her smile only began to fade when she thought of Roma again, the one in their group who would have been ecstatic at the chance to discuss schematics and creation with Bo. Sighing, she'd stand up and clap her hands together a couple of times to get the dust off of them, taking a moment to stretch as her companion explained what she knew about her missing children comrades. "I suppose you're right. Shall we head back then? Looks like they sent in some more reinforcements, and I think we've done our fair share. Let's go cool off for a bit."
On Kyuka Island...
The whole trip to the Grand Line had been just as exhausting mentally as it was physically. Every time they stepped foot upon a new island it seemed to be the same. Destruction and pain everywhere they looked. It didn't matter how long she'd been doing this; it never got easier to see. They'd already been on the island for a few hours now and the day was beginning to wind down, the sunset painting a beautiful golden glow over everything. With a sigh, Astraea pushed her shovel into the sand and rolled her shoulders a couple of times. Her work here was almost done, but there was still one thing she wanted to do. This was, after all, a party island.
Looking around the beach, it was easy to find Bo considering her height, and she jogged over to her with a smile. "Hey! I'm wrapping up, but..." Astraea pulled a deflated, sad excuse for a volleyball from behind her back, still grinning. "Would you care to join me for a game before we turn in for the night? I'm pretty sure we can get some air back in this again, and I think we deserve a little break." Whether or not the woman agreed to play, Raea next went to find her daughter and Shinra to ask them the same question.
From one island to the next, they came ashore to a place called Kyuka. Not knowing much about it, Enka sat aboard the deck while his eyes paced over the history. From what he understood, it was a party island. Most of the islanders were expensive people with expensive ideals about expensive things that he didn't really care about, but the recent destruction had left the place in shambles. Closing his little pamphlet, the now red head peered up to the bright shining sun in thought. "Hmph. I wonder how Hammond-kun is doing. I hope he's alright." While he was a bit strange, he was still part of his crew. It wasn't his intent to leave him behind but. . I mean, where the hell did he run off too? All he'd asked of him was to go check his mailbox! "Pfft, anywayyy. ." Back to the matter at hand. Moseying on over to the others as they gathered on the deck, the Captain stood with a salute as his men saluted him back. Course he didn't think Komachi would, but usually Yame and Zhele did. That was all that mattered.
"Alright, same as before. Clean up and help any civilians in the air. Let's try to leave a good impression considering this is supposed to be an island of big wigs." Peering over everyone, his irses made sure to land on Komachi, narrowing momentarily."That means no drinking til we're done, Red-chan." She was too brash when intoxicated and while he didn't care for their affectionate nature, the ladies needed to shape up a bit more if they wanted to be proper marines. Now onto the island and saving things! What he did best! Leaping on off to the sands, he began helping who he could and securing areas. Finding some lost children. Moving debris. The whole hero thing.
