The tundra? Really? Luckily, she was dressed for winter
From the lively dance central of Mirrorball Island to the one-horse, ghost town of Minion Island, the stolen ship sailed across the Blues in hopes of meeting back up with her ally in arms. Originally the pair split off to handle a few things. Galand to find new crew mates, Goldy to go screw around and have fun, to test the waters with a few newfound abilities she'd been honing up until this point. In the process she joined up with a rather peculiar but a potentially powerful asset in the form of GoGo; a crazed fan when Goldy wasn't even aware of her own stardom. For a moment it made her think, would she fawn over Galand as well when she saw him?
The cycloptic pirate wasn't very fond of sharing her booty.
She believed GoGo to be loyal, a touch crazy—psychotic even—but loyal.
An anchor was tossed to the frozen shore, digging deep into the earth beneath the foot of snow. Accompanied by her frosty fingered lover she trekked across the shore and inland into the mainlands. As rumored, the place was a ghost town. Unsure whether everyone sought refuge within their homes due to the harsh weather or if there were people living here at all. This was where Galand said he'd be, right? Goldilocks wasn't a fan of breaking out her best winter coat only to be stood up in the snow. He could've been in any one of these homes and she sure as s**t wasn't about to break into each one until she found him.
Luckily, before they parted ways they kept ties via Den Den Mushi. With a mist filled huff, the amazon reached a mitt-covered hand into the chest pocket of her jacket and pulled out a Transponder Snail—one with long lashes, golden tresses, and a miniature version of her best winter hat.
*Puru puru puru... Puru puru puru... Puru puru puru... Puru puru puru... Gatcha*
"Oy, where the ******** are yah, mate?! I'm freezin' me nips off out here! Yah tell me tah meetcha in this frozen hell butcha ferget tah tell me where the ******** yer gonna be! Either way. We're comin' tah you, so tell me which place it is before I start blowin' s**t up, yeh?"Goldy roared, giving him an earful the second he'd pick up. He of all people should've known that she wasn't joking about the blowing stuff up part. Her bite was bigger than her bark—and her bark was really ******** loud.
Having gained her weird new powers, the top heavy alcoholic would sail about with little care for the direction she was heading. She had been far to preoccupied with sitting around her small s**t playing around with the sand she could now produce in seemingly unlimited amounts. She had even managed to form and mold a decent sand castle without directly using her hands but the power was still a little slow and clunky. She also had no idea about that whole 'turning her entire body into sand' thing cuz when she tried hitting her arm it stayed flesh, but when she tried cutting herself with her scythe her arm came off with sandy bits at the stumps.
She sighed, putting the arm at her elbow as it just sorta reattached on its own, pondering if she'd be able to manually control that part of the ability as she noticed she could see her breath. Blinking, she'd look up to see the snowy island ahead and shrugged it off. "hmmm..." She quickly looked at the place and mentally retraced the general direction her ship was going when she last gave a s**t. "Oh s**t hey I think it's that ghost town place, I can totally do whatever the ******** I want~!" She grinned bit, not up for being harassed by the law just yet, unaware that she already had a bounty on her head.
Parking and anchoring her dinky a** boat, Komachi would step into the snowy dock and tapped her chin, looking at some of the empty buildings. She then looked at her scythe and smiled, starting to wrap some sand from her hand around the entire weapon, coating it in sand as she started to float it up before her finger made it rotate with increasing speed as she grinned wider. As soon as she had an open place to disregard control, (she didn't wanna ******** up her ship after all) The redheaded pirate would send her buzz saw sand scythe clean through a few empty buildings, slicing right through them several times, the ensuing collapse of upper floors would make plenty of noise that echoed about the otherwise quiet little town. "Haha! This is way better than making sand castles~!" She laughed aloud a bit as she used her left hand to create a spear of pure condensed sand, and then another and even more after that. The bundle of pole arms were soon launched one after another through several buildings as she giggled and started trashing even more buildings in a similar fashion, like a kid tearing down their own wooden block city or something.
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♫♪~ Every second is a pure affliction, But I can feel your pain. Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name. No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place. When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face. ~♪
You could hear screams of help. Tawara wasn't hidden. Tawara was in the middle of a town throwing barrels of wine. Through windows to catch attentions! There was only money on his mind. Beli. Tawara didn't want to turn anyone into corpses. Tawara had the image of a frightening man raiding this whole area. He began to beat up fifty people. Then it turned into sixty people who were forced to give up all the money they had. Tawara crashed a man on his table in his own home. With a choke slam. Taking valuables of the man inside his own home. While also taking what money the man had in his pockets. People like Tawara were called brutes. Tawara at this point was sitting around the dark countryside. While counting the money he stole. He walked around some more to check windows to see if there was anything he was missing. Tawara beat up old people, children of the old people, or their children. Adults of all kind were left injured. He smirked. There was absolutely no dignity to be found in the 6'6' man's raid. Tawara had fought their small army of infirm grown men; he gave a purpose to the ends of their happiness. Tawara cluched his fists as he continued down the aisle to the row of booths in the area's town.
Tawara walked to the fifth booth, parted the curtain, and stepped inside, adjusting his eyes to the light of a single candle that glowed from the other side of the translucent drape separating priest from sinner. "uhh... mmm... how should I say this. Priest. Give me your money. Just y'know---run your s**t." The priest stuck his hand out an opening with what little money the priest had. "...What the ********. Keep that s**t." Tawara walked out laughing. One of the attendants tried to stop him. Tawara kicked the guy so hard. He went through the roof. While Tawara was walking out of the place. He just walked past the guy falling on his head in front of him. Outside of the place. As if it took the guy long to get down from getting kicked. Tawara was gaining a lot of experience from these raids. He was starting to learn more about himself. Tawara could see other workers that were in the area. Although they were working this didn't mean. They couldn't run their s**t! And give Tawara all their money! Tawara had met them all with punches to the faces. Tawara was grinning while his punches made their legs weak. His punches knocked them out cold. Tawara saw some woman. With haughty beauty with black hair and perfect features. He blushed. "GIVE ME YOUR s**t!" Tawara took all the money the woman had. Its a good thing that Tawara could really hold himself together. These woman were attractive. But while the pirate was raiding. Her attraction, looks, stunning features. None of that could get through how dastardly he was. Tawara went on with his raid. Not minding that she was yelling at him from behind. Tawara got blood on his fists. He licked the blood off with a twisted grin.
Tawara watched from a distance as others were beaten up by him already. Tawara passed through customs and already injured people. Looking for signs of interest or recognition from anyone in the crowd that stood around. Any sign of anyone hiding money from him. Tawara was raiding. This was a time around when privileged businessmen hurried back to homes. To an astonishing degree Tawara had succeeded, angering interested parties at all points in Minion Island. Tawara used his fists to beat them up. Steal the money they had too. Collecting even more beli in his pockets. It had been presumed that Tawara had been arrested for his heinous crimes; a punishment which served as a warning to others. Tawara didn't see anyone stopping him. Besides Tawara was laughing this entire time. He opened his eyes, pain inhibiting thought, but not all thought, one decision as clear as anything in his limited memory. There would be a rendezvous with other pirates. Now that he wasn't a marine anymore. Tawara needed a crew. People he could depend on. If he was still alive after all these crimes. Then he would definitely find a pirate crew, and sail the sea's. More distance within this snowy winter island. Tawara left the island without a clue of to where he was going. Tawara was a full blown criminal. His crimes were piling up nonetheless.
After a while, Komachi sat down upon her literal throne of solidified sand, laughing to herself and laying back on it sideways in some sort of cliche villainous way. She looked out to the mass of ruble she had created from the otherwise abandoned town, much of the snow covered in destroyed buildings as she had gone and let loose quite a bit. It was a good thing nobody else was around for their sake as quite a lot of razor bladed sand weaponry had gone flying around that night. She had really gotten the hang of controlling the sand that she made however as a result and even had a better grasp of the whole 'becoming sand' thing as well.
She sighed softly after laughing to herself and got up, realizing that she had now worked up a mighty thirst from her night long workout, she would hop to her feet and snatch up her personal scythe from the side of her throne, humming softly as she twirled it about before hanging it over her shoulders, behind the neck as she started marching off, heading towards the docks and her dinghy so that she could go get wasted to celebrate not totally sucking with her new powers.
"Hmmm...I wonder where I should go first~ Maybe that floating restaurant I hear they have great sake~" She smiled, thinking to herself aloud of the place in East Blue, known as the Baratie. It was run by many famous chefs and even former pirates that made some of the best food on the blue seas. She certainly had worked up an appetite so she might as well get some grub while she drank as well. Maybe even some company for the night, or at least a free meal if she flirted with the right guy or two there. She giggled a bit to herself as she plotted her free meal and booze for the evening and hopped onto her boat, dropping the relatively small sail and raising the anchor. She then created a duplicate throne of sand to sit in, much like the one she had left behind in the old trashed town as she had started to like having it. "Onward Ho~!" Says the hoe.
Too many afterthots. She was something of a catch. A real knockout. That Chachi knew even after every beat and slide of a tissue. But the real question is who was going to whet her next big appetite? Surrounded by the big pile of nasty, she could see that the exhausted souls were going nowhere fast. And the worst part of it was....the bed wasn't even a queen sized. Granted she worked with less before but it went against what was promised; a grandiose chase room cornered by gold and lucrative wealth. Not some poor man's excuse for a mattress, resembling a dingy sponge in some dormitory sink. Her back wasn't meant for less but luckily the breasts she bought was expensive in beli so it would cushion much of the unwanted blows. Fortunately her a** was the real cash cow as it was genuine down to the stretch marks and dimples. Unfortunately, she had no one to sit it on, what as the only person waiting on her after all of it was time. And boy did she make them wait.
The perfect espresso complexion would pinch at the sight as if it were pain inducing. Watching the spent souls as she would again hop off and land on the slender toes. Soft as rabbit over a snow bluff, whisking at the wallets and pockets of the discarded for the charges she felt she needed to be compensated for. Salt and pepper ears flattening at the gathered results, saving some contraceptives not for protection but for waterballooning should a hot day in summer ever call for it. Her signature look with a tongue sticking out tasting the air of debauchery as she would adjust her attire. Custom fit, mesh, and wonderfully bought from the juniors section down here at Minion Isle's finest Dal-mart.
One of the town's most notorious run around sues and yet to those who keep their head above ground, a mystery. So what exactly was interesting about all of that? Nothing. But if you smelled like the faintest hint of opportunity and desperation, then the hound would come and she'd paint your face.
The heart shaped lips would pucker with a smirk as she'd walk around the block. Hitting the corner with more necklaces like she stuck up the jeweler on 51st. Eventually trading them in for some schmoney and rent on the side--and maybe some den den lines in case her career goes under. Career being--Oh I just started <3
The way these things go, crime happens everywhere and possibly at any time, limited amount of officers to catch the bad guys. Supply and demand, boom! She'd have a whole bank on apprehending. But obviously, the big money ones were going to be a hassle. So what does that mean? The juicy tongue would slip over and wet the rose hue grin as she'd buy her first extendo. Unfortunately not her usual kind, this one had a grip and a chamber that would leave 4-5 blahnks to end a heartbeat. Stashing it in the thin yet durable nylon strip of her underwear. En Vogue, she does what they can't know but the one thing they'd all know was the recruitment ad. It looked ore like a cat call but hopefully she'd have some takers.
Someone willing to take up a mercenary in training. Or. Well. Someone to carry her on almost every job.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 1:05 am
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The Maiden's Navel.
There weren't any maidens nor navels to be found; at least none that weren't attached to heavy burlap sacks of s**t that filled the tavern. It was a hoax! A scam!
The heavy thud of an empty mug slammed onto the wooden table, its surface splintering from the impact as a large hand rose to single towards the barkeep."Hoi! Barkeep! Another round."He spun his finger as he cooed. The man's tanned face was flushed red from intoxication, almost to the point where he could see double. Free hadn't gotten use to his freedom and now that he could think like a human because he finally had the brain of one, he spent his days killing its cells with booze.
A part of him missed that old hag he was bound to. Uncertain as to what happened to her. One day, he booted up and she was no where to be seen. Of course, he'd tried looking for her high and low, searching the Blues. He'd even gotten in contact with the church and reported her missing, much to their dismay and him being scolding given he was her bodyguard and she his handler.
Such was life.
After a particular run-in with a person fashioned in changing and rearranging bodies with the snap of their fingers, Free found himself unbound by the burden of duty. He could live life as a regular, functioning being despite about 60% of him being comprised of metal and circuitry.
The man belched, sitting uncomfortably in a stool much too small for his hulking body, its poor wooden legs bending just to keep him upright. Now that he could actually taste alcohol he'd learned that he didn't enjoy the taste of warm sewage despite its smoothness. Still, it was the only thing keeping his bones warm from the unpleasant chill of the northern winds. As he sat, overflowing mug in one hand, the heavy tips on the other lazily fiddled with a folded letter; an invitation to something that could earn him a lot of Beli for doing what he was programmed to do.
Free was forwarded a bit of cash upfront. Apparently word had gotten around of some big bucket of bolts with a giant sword strolling on through the Blues. He hadn't seen himself as anything special but someone had saw profit in him. He spent most of the Beli on booze, bitches, and a place where he could lounge comfortably for the night. And while he currently lacked the last two items, he still had the first.
Eventually he stumbled out of the bar, bottle in hand to top off his night after the barkeep had already cut him off. Free skipped along one foot to re-balance himself before continuing on down the snow kissed street. He sang loudly, drunkenly, taking the occasional swig from his bottle, carelessly disrupting whatever peace the people had from his off tone voice.
"And one *hic* for you Ring! Where ever you *hic* may be, yah ole b***h! Gleeeehaha-zerozeroneonezeronezero!"He sang as he poured out a bit of liquor from his bottle, but almost immediately dipped his head in to catch the contents back into his thirsty maw.
It's a sin to waste good alcohol,Ring had always told him.
He'd eventually come to a stop when he felt that familiar pressure in his abdomen. Slumped eyes spotted some half-frozen bushes still with some green on them and immediately headed for them."Don't worry little guys, I'll thaw you out!"He sang as he quickly unzipped his pants; the shadow of something of a third leg looming over the plants. With one hand he drank from the bottle while the other helped his sluggish self take aim and fire at the foliage below. Without knowing it he'd stepped into uncharted lands, what lurked around the cracks and crevices and alleyways of the reticent village were a mystery.
The intoxicated droid couldn't sense the plots and schemes surrounding him. Hell, he hardly knew he'd been in public, let alone taking notice to his very wallet being exposed out of his back pocket; fresh bills jutting out like payday. Along with a shiny, hand-crafted beams of metal just as big as himself stuck in the snow to the side.
The big lug was practically begging for it.
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Be wary of your pockets, blind man. Let it taste the evening air for too long and soon it will be stolen. No confusion there, as thieves ran the night for the justice of Sol would rest their weary eyes. Luminous orbs popping off like twin moons shimmering in false lakes. Slithering like a skink, soft feet deliberating in quiet steps. The coffee brood nose would sniff and immediately her lips tickled with delight. Quite the tall portrait he was. Fingers curling as she'd let the walls swallow her effortless form. Figure eight dissolving into shadow to come closer. Her tongue lolling between the perfect rounded cuspids. In the shade where the cops couldn't see them. Steam tickling the ends as her complexion started to feel like spring. River agua's catching sight of something, very....interesting.
First thaw, the scent, the------ A wrinkle over her nose not from the sight nor smell but the advertisement. Watching the thick bramble veins silently call to her whenever his skintight shirt might bellow. It was a joke, of course it wouldn't. Because she sensed it.
Holding her cheeks. The ones on her face. Mouthing her surprise. Oh. My. God.
"𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘 , 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚒.~"
Voice of Hampton hills bleeding with cigarillo volume now splashing into reality as he might feel the cold tang of a spherical metal lining across his throat, kissing the adam's apple as though it never shot a round in it's life. Her breasts perking past a norm from the chill she felt of his scarlet strapped back. Smushed up like a newly made churro and her lips would tease his ear, tongue swimming across the shell before breaking off like newly wet spider web with a plop. Hmmm, he tastes kinda funny.~ Legs straddled over his back--he was a mountain so she had to climb him. Her arms over his shoulders and securing his neck. Swirling raspberry in her lips as she'd feel the cool tinge off of him, different than the normies. A shiver, not minding that sensation at all the where it pressed--ahem.
"Change of plaaahns.~ It's cold, you're hot, and I like the way your tookus reminds me of abuela's pie. No hands, let's make a ******** mess, gran chico~" A click of her teeth and she'd sit over his shoulders, wanting to keep the back of his head warm. Her fingers stroking under his chin traveling down his neck. Dayummm. Oooooooooh, you is so big, maaahn.~ A heated breath looking over his pelvic girdle, watching the baseball bat extend fully in all it's wonderful glory. A happy furl of her eyes and she'd ride him like it was a motor---sport. The dallas type that eased with the engine and letting the hum warm up both thighs.
Aw man. Suddenly it didn't matter how much money he might have had or if he wanted to answer an ad. Whispering into his already wet ear. "Kkkhlyaaah.~ * Aw man....so you for everybahdy, ahhh? Okay, okay, that's bien conmigo. Huhuhuhu~"
* - The sound of fluid licking.
All she knew was, by the word FREE on his belt, it meant something.
Twirling the gun off him and releasing her grip. Looking at him with waggling brows. "Whatchu say?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 9:11 pm
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It was a soulful tune, the song her sang. His hums and whistles drunkenly adjusting to the sudden pauses and hiccups that came from pissing while intoxicated for when he believed that his stream would cease it'd runneth over once more; something he'd never grow use to.
Danger! A voice in his mind screamed, to which he just grunted and ignored. Falsehoods of a system long sense dissolved within his core.
DANGER! It called again, louder, more oppressive, more believable than before. Had that woman forgotten to remove that annoying little sensor from within his mind?
You pay someone in full for a job and they still half-a** it.
His whistles heightened, become more prominent as if to purposefully drown out the beeping voice in his head. Couldn't a man enjoy a good piss in peace?!
He seen felt the cold metal biting his throat, yet there was no pain. Almost immediately his body warmed, abnormally so. Coals dipped in butane and tossed into the furnace of flame licked embers. So while that tongue may have slithered along the rim of his ear it'd be met with an notable mild sting in warning of him becoming a scolding furnace of flame. However, before he could reach such temperatures that simple like followed by the exotic voice that shadowed it dimmed his flame, yet his blood remained boiled for a more obvious reason. The saliva against his ear sizzled into steam as he cooled.
"H-Hey what the ********!? Who in the hell?!"He roared, his voice rattling the earth beneath him as the feline sought refuge on his shoulders, broad enough for him to hold at least another one of her on them. Through the cold his sensation of smell returned to him. A familiar brine of perfume and woman that was light yet potent to his senses. Slender bronzed links coiled around his neck as he fought the rising urge to growl like some feral creature when slender fingertips grazed his chiseled chin.
Her words were as soft as they were blunt, much like her body to the clothing she were. Any moron would've made a quip about her lack of modest attire led to her frigid state; but morons would never benefit from the warmth of a woman's thighs around their throat.
Free figured that the coy con planned on robbing him blind but apparently changed her mind along the way. Which was good for the both of them given he'd beckoned his once earth-driven blade back to his hand without her realizing. His face twisted into a coy smirk as the warmth in his body spread but all of the blood had rushed south. A rumble in his loins allowed the feline to take a small gander at something as hardy as her forearm without the show starting. However, once he finished taking a leak he'd tuck it away; imprint still alive and well.
"Somethin' like that, yeah. First come, first serve. And you're the first to come tonight."A flash of the pearly whites as the barrel of her cannon slipped from his neck.
Whether this was the booze showing him a fantasy or if this was the real deal wasn't something he was going to question when it was right in front of him. Hell, he was too drunk to even care about her holding a gun to his throat. Given he'd just been given actual life, Free chose to live it out as spontaneously as he could to make the best of it; and nothing said spontaneous like a drunken night with crook turned creep within two minutes.
If he hadn't been in a good mood before, she certainly put him in one.
So Free returned her waggling brows with his own, scoffing under his breath as he grinned and faced forward. Placing the half-full bottle in between whatever tips he could he set his hands above him, a firm grip settling down onto coarse mahogany thighs that set her in place. Again his body warmed. A heater to a body as it lay beside a cracked window in the winter."Alright, Alleycat, I'll take you on. Let's grab a bit to eat, I know a spot. Then maybe after we can get some food."He'd taunt, carrying her off; her weight non-existent on the titan's shoulders. His hands gave an occasional squeeze to the malleable flesh to test if it'd be sufficient enough to keep him warm throughout the night.
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"Well that was a bit more drama than I was expectin' tah deal with tahday." Goldi announced while stepping back on to the ship.
The pinkette pirate made her way back onto the ship more enthusiastic than the rest of her crew who'd all been slumped down in either confusion or sadness. The amazon had her brief moment of anxiety but it was quick to pass, however, she noticed that GoGo was a touch more sensitive when it came to emotions. The woman was psychotic, bipolar even. Her moods ranging from extreme highs to extreme lows depending whether or not drugs were involved.
It was almost frustratingly difficult to cheer the girl up when she was like this.
In a huff of smoke Goldilocks seemed to vanish and re-emerge onto Gogo's shoulders as a miniature version of herself. Like a doll that clung from the woman's back, climbing up onto her shoulders and poking one of GoGo's cheeks with her stump of a hand."Hey, heeeey. C'mon now whut's with the stiff upper lip? Ash has a point. We're yah family too, love. I'm sure the big guy has his reasons. We ain't all exactly open books around here yah know?"As Goldi explained she gazed over to GoGo, batting her large, cartoonish eyes before letting out a soft sigh. It occurred to her that while they had been a crew for the better part of two years, they hardly knew anything about one another. They shared a common goal in dismantling the World Government and exposing them to the world, but aside from small banter and the occasional pillow talk there wasn't much else.
Goldi hadn't even shared with them her plan to actually accomplish their long term goal.
She leapt from her love's shoulders and reformed into her usual large self give or take a foot or two shorter for the sake of convenience. Setting a palm atop GoGo's head she ran her digits gingerly through the pinkette's locks and smiled. With a kiss to the woman's forehead she'd lean back and coo again,"I s'pose we'll all have to have a lit'l sit down when Galand gets back. Yeh? Till then we can stuff out faces."She removed her hand from the woman's head and slid it around her waist, turning her attention over to Ashlyn with a wide smile,"So girly, what're we eatin' tonight?"
Minion Island
Into the snowy tundra the boat sailed, anchoring at the docks of the mystified town. Boots touched down to shore as the lanky pirate peered to the horizon with her one good eye. Snow covered tops and boarded up homes. It was quiet and quaint. Cold and calming, yet there was a mist of uneasiness in the air that spoke in volumes about everything not being as it seemed. There were reasons for those boards yet the merriment coming from the tavern was still as clear as day. While she had been here once before, it hadn't been a very memorable place; which, in this instance, was good for them.
"Alright. Snag whatcha can fer supplies and let's take the b***h over. Try not tah leave too many bodies, yeh? We don't s**t where we sleep."
Her gaze shot back to the group as she led the way into the island's innards, hands buried in her pockets. Their goal had been to lay low for awhile. Goldi managed to gain the attention of the Marines, at least a little bit. After seeing their forces she realized that not all of them were mindless drones, but drones nonetheless. Still, she figured if they were going to topple the government, they'd need to start by taking some land and putting it under their rule; now that they had a name and all.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 6:28 pm
Morgana Laporte
XXX It had to be a strange sight for anybody actually paying attention to the shores as Morgana sailed nearby and docked. Out on the sea she'd been in rare form - opposable thumbs were extremely useful to manipulate an ore, after all - but now she was back as presenting as a mere cat. Leaping off her boat, she immediately fluffed up her fur and hissed in displeasure. Why did she have to end up in such a cold area?! At least the Marine Headquarters it had been warm and people were petting her! Ah, well. She had to look on the bright side. Perhaps in a place as frigid as this, she wouldn't have her naps interrupted by noisy groups of humans any longer. As she trotted along the snow, she felt the chill of the melting frost sink into her fur and numb her paws. "Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold." With every step she complained about the temperature, eventually resorting to climb up the trunk of a desolate tree, carefully balancing on one of the thin branches as she searched around the area. Certainly there had to be some place she could go that wasn't covered in snow! She'd even take a cave at this point!
A shack several feet away caught her attention, and she leaped from the tree, landing in the snow much deeper than she would have liked. "Curse this land!" Trudging through,Morgana's head didn't even come above the path she was creating through the deep bed of fallen crystals. By the time she'd made it to the shack, she was stiff from the cold, hurriedly hopping up to the windowsill and allowing herself through. Giving herself a shake, she licked her chest, trying to shake or melt away the clumps of snowflakes that clung to her fur. Ears pricking up, she quickly noticed that she was not alone here. "Purrii?" Aha! Just this once she would be grateful for a human's presence. "You there! Warm me u- By the gods! What is wrong with you, boy?!"
While at first she had been excited to loop a gullible human to do her bidding, the aura she felt from this man was absolutely wretched. Dark, bloodthirsty, furious, bitter. Morganna had spent the better half of her day in a jail cell and she had not felt anything close to this. Immediately she would become defensive, keeping her distance. She had her back arched, fur fluffed, hissing at the man now, unsure how he would perceive her presence considering the vibe she had gleamed from him.
[ He sits there silently, gently pouring a cup of his favorite sake in the middle of his cold shack. Though the embers of his fireplace burn valiantly, his heart cannot claim to share this passion. Hazy eyes stare down at the clear liquid, unforgiving, yet calm. All around the meager shack is snow and frozen foliage. The same sight from before he left, and the same sight upon his return. For Galand, this place is nostalgia incarnate. A precipice reaching for the sky, a final bastion to the lingering recollection of the past. To his left is his armor, weapons, and various other random tools he used back in the day. To his right is pictures and important things belonging either to him or other members of the doves. The cup resting in his hand is lifted to his lips and tilted back, allowing the liquid to pour into his lips at a calm pace. At his open window seal, exotic snow birds of various colors sing their tune in the trees, as if greeting the man whom they spent so much time before.
“...Good to be back.” he replies, looking up to the open passageway of wall with a melancholic tone. Behind him he can hear something entering his domain, but he pays it no mind. It’s more than likely just another small creature trying to get out of the cold for a time. Only when it begins hissing at him does her slowly look over his shoulder. To the small creature, it may seem menacing, but he truly isn’t trying to be. Galand gets a good look at the kitten, and a small smile break on his tired face. His bagged eyes, clearly exhausted and red from the secretion of tears, close as he turns back forward. A hand reaches out to grasp hold on a plate with cooked meat atop it. The other grabs a small knife, and begins going to work. After only a few seconds, he’d place down the knife, and replace it with the plate topped with chicken cubes. Just bite sized enough for the cat. As to not startle her, he’d set it between them and turn away again. “You’re free to stay here for as long as you please, little one.” So he says while pouring himself another small cup of sake. ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Energetic | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
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Deecee Sama
Master Cliff Fate
a.renee.w
Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 9:05 pm
Morgana Laporte
XXX Still tense, Morgana backed away slowly, still tensed and poised to launch at the man if he wanted to try anything, her form only shifting slightly when the man smiled at her. Despite the faint expression most used to convey kindness or happiness, she wasn't oblivious to the fact that no emotion reached his eyes. The only thing that gave her a brief pause as to staying in this shack with such an eerie being was the fact that there was a faint red hue over his eyes. To her, it either meant he was allergic to something - a surprising number of people were allergic to cats - or he'd been crying. Slowly she dropped her stance a little, though her tail swished anxiously back and forth behind her, kicking up flurries of dust. After he'd cut the chicken into little cubes, and welcomed her formally she'd hesitantly slink forward, watching him skeptically with her slitted gaze. It wasn't wise to be here, and every survival instinct she had begged her to turn tail and run. But dammit, she was tired! Her paws hurt! She was cold! That Marine boy had punched her earlier! If she had to use up another one of her lives here then so be it.
For a moment she was preoccupied with the cubes of chicken, consuming a couple of pieces happily and purring unintentionally. But truly the best thing in here... The fireplace. Trotting over to it, she curled up beside the flames, relieved to feel the warmth thaw her out and melt the snow from her fur. One open eye stayed on the man as he sat and continued drinking, hardly moving besides bringing the cup to his lips. Whereas before she had been overwhelmed by the aura of violence radiating from him, inspecting him now he just seemed... Empty. No longer afraid her paws were going to fall off, she stood and wandered curiously around the small shack, inspecting the various trinkets and mementos about the place. The most important pieces to fill in this perplexing figure were the pictures plastered about. Some tattered and torn, some with burns marring the edges, but all displaying people who seemed quite happy.
Walking around, Morgana's gaze fell on the armor, weapons, and tools gathered around. A strange contraption that she had never seen before caught her attention, some shell shaped thing. Batting it several times, she tried to figure out what the hell it was supposed to be. "Human, explain to me your contraption!" It might have been easier if she spoke to him in a language he could actually understand. With her paws, she'd continue pushing the object over to him, sliding across the floor with it.
[ There was something comfortable about hearing the cat eat. While he didn’t need to turn around, he can tell she at least loosened up enough to partake in his peace offering. Besides, who knows how long she had been out there in the snow and cold. Another sip. His eye cracks open a bit as he watches the cat move over to the fire place. Another cup poured. He stares up to his open window, staring at the occasional snow drift in, landing about his crossed legs somewhere. So much flows through his mind, and with each flake that fizzles upon his tatami mats, another memory of the Doves surfaces. As usual, this place bring him peace. “It’s lonely, Astraea. I… said those cruel things to you, but, what am I supposed to do? Is it so wrong to want you back?” he says softly, staring blankly as a snow lands upon his cup. With another sip, he doesn’t realize the cat moving about the room heading for his things.
Only from the chime of her meow does he looks over, and notice the strange device set upon his personal belongings. It rolls across the floor and lands between the two of them. Golden hues glisten with just the faintest bit of life as he recalls what this thing is. He had seen it once before in those islands in the sky. A Dial. The whole of his body turns as he moves over to the small shell upon his hands and knees. After adjusting into a kneel, he lightly lifts the item so that it’s about eye level with himself before pressing the button at its center. And then it happens. A visual screen pops up, fizzing and blurring every so often. But it’s contents, almost immediately, causes a tear to slide down the man’s face.
“Heeeey! Galand! C’mere, lookit! Doesn’t she look amazing?!”
“Noooo! Roma, stop! Don’t! I said I wasn’t ready!”
“Hm? What’s up, Ro? Who am I- ….!”
“Iyaaaaa! No, idiot! Don’t look! Stop, stop!”
“Oh stop being so shy! It’s the beach! He’d see anyways! Plus, look, he’s ready too! Gyahahaha! And so, Lea-der-kun ~ What do you think?!”
“...You look amazing, Raea.”
“Hahaha! Priceless! No, relentless! It’s Galand’s brutal honesty attack! Wahaha! Lookit, she’s more read than a tomato!”
“R-Really? You think so?”
“I mean it! ...U-Um! Here, come on! Let’s go! The others are already in the water!”
“Oh… Oh! Okay!”
“Heeeey! I’m here too you know!”
“Right, then, here! My other hand! Let’s go, girls! We’re enjoying this vacation even if it kills us!”
“Woohoo! That’s the spirit, Cap’n!”
“Psst… Roma. Um… thanks.”
“Aw shucks. You know I always have your back.”
“Hah? What are you too whispering about? I wanna know the secret too!”
“No boys allowed!”
The video ends there, fizzing out and returning into the confines of the shell. Another pops up, but with a press of the button, it stops short. Galand drops onto his knees, holding the shell close to his chest with both arms, fighting hard to stop anymore tears from falling. All he can do is bend forward with clenched eyes and grit teeth. “I know. I hear you loud and clear! I… I’ll fix this. All of it! I won’t let these memories go to waste!” he exclaims aloud. After a few moment of collecting himself, he releases his bind of the shell and places it on the map before himself. His focus shifts to the black cat, with a warm smile. One he hasn’t shown for quite some time. “Sorry you had to see that, little one. I’m a mess, but, you showed me something dear to me. Made me confirm what it is I must do.” he says, slowly reaching out a hand to try and lightly scratch behind her ears.
“I know it’s not much, but you’re free to remain here for as long as you need.” He never even knew the dial was there, so having it accidentally revealed to him was a rather intense treat. Though, the one question lingering in the back of his mind remains. Who put it there? ]
Traits: Primary Weapon: Sword x Rokushiki x Life Return | Perk: Energetic | Alliance: Pirate | Fruit: Quake
