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The island's distinct feature is its central mountain formation taking the shape of a swallow, which is covered with trees. The island is also shaped like the aforementioned bird, as seen in a map owned by Donquixote Rosinante.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2017 8:26 pm
“Finally, a place that I could relax.”, Pein said as he walked about Swallow Island. The tall, hanging trees blew in the wind, almost dancing in a way. Pein laid down on the ground for a second amongst the shrubbery to stay out of sight, and took a deep breath. “What have I really done? I’ve made enemies of the World Government, and now… these people? It was for the sake of science right? I’ve made a great discovery!” He was reflecting on his dark days as a researcher, and the condemnable experiments that he put his subjects through. He made the perfect races, and their feats were amazing. Their strength and speed above that of anyone of their race; however, they were monsters. Calling them modern day frankenstein’s couldn’t properly describe them. Their massive increase in physical prowess came at the cost of their psychological and behavioral perceptions. They are psychopaths, and only want the death of their maker, and to end this world that we live in.
At this point, Pein was attempting to find ways off of the island, and escape the chilling grasp of the War Breed. He received a massive amount of power as well, but theirs will develop at a much faster pace than his, making him unable to fight them without assistance of others. He needed allies in this time of war, but who? He pondered while he brushed the hair away from his face. His first task would be to construct a boat for himself out of the wood about the area, and find a place that he could safely reside. Using his strength, he pushed trees until they broke and fell over, making large crashing sounds as they came to the ground. It was now that he was beginning to really learn the extents of his new found power. His eyes glimmered as he saw his strength, and looked at his hands. He too, had become a monster.
He kept karate chopping the wood until he could take a sharp rock he found and carve it a bit, until he made a single man boat that would survive light waters. It would get the job done until he could do better. His ship, and all of his belongings were seized by the World Government, and he had to start from scratch. Angrily, he sat in his new boat for awhile in silence and thought about his situation. He was now branded a pirate for his ways, and there was no way around that. He has the power to defend himself against Marines of any sort, but not his creations. He knew that one day they would find him. On that day, he just hopes that he’s either prepared to escape, or fight for his life. He pushed his boat into the water, and decided to set sail for Minion Village. He could hide amongst the people while and find a place to stay while he thought of a plan.
INDENT"§" It was a short trip from Minion Island to Swallow Island. The cool salt air warming the further south Sigurd traveled. It was pleasant weather for sailing in a lone boat, but it was getting a tad bit lonely. Sigurd longed for some kind of friend or companion to share the experiences of this adventure together with, but being on his own would not help in finding them, and Swallow Island lacked any real settlement. Getting caught up in his moment of loneliness, Sigurd looked up in time to see the swallow shaped mountain that named the island. A bright smile erupted on the young man's face, and he looked upon the island with wonder, his temporary melancholy forgotten. A mountain shaped like a bird was an odd formation indeed, and he had to wonder how something like this could occur naturally. Most mountains were formed from places where tectonic plates pushed into each other, causing the displaced earth and stone to rise, or where volcanic eruptions happened, causing the residual buildup of igneous stone to create mountains. Either which way, the formation of a mountain wider at the top than the base could only be cause by specific tidal and wind erosion. The time it would take to study, research, and learn of what the cause was to create this wonder was to great for the solitary scholar. He still made a note that it might be a worthwhile study in the tidal states of the area in order to perhaps create a schedule of tides more than what tended to happen. The moment of curiosity and wonder was spent, and Sigurd returned to his introverted woe.
INDENT"§" Where could he go from this island? He pulled out his compass and map, oriented himself on the Swallow's tail, and decided to head further south towards Lyneel. It was a kingdom that could be a great place to meet up with others and either recruit to start his own crew, or join up with another one. He would have to avoid finding pirates or mercenaries, as he didn't want a bounty on his head in the event Marines were on his crew's tail, but he also didn't want to get forced into the patrols and lives of a Marine based crew. Regardless, his solitary adventure needed to end, and looking at Swallow Island confirmed it. He could land on the shore of this island and enjoy it for a week or two with friends, or he could hang out for a day by himself. One of the two options sounded infinitely better. So he plotted his course, adjusted his sail, and packed up his stuff. It was time to move onward towards the Kingdom of Lyneel, to meet up with others and pursue his adventure with company. There was also a safety in numbers, but Sigurd didn't really want to consider using others in such a manner, not until he could provide something as recompense. Adventure was on the path before Sigurd, and he would sail it to Lyneel.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2017 2:42 pm
Along he went on his lone man boat, filled to the brim with all kinds of jewels and treasure stolen from the Kingdom of Lyneel. As Luka let him run free, the pirate acquired his share of wealth. The women had been kind enough to stow it away for him, as one paid some mind to his wounds. Looking towards his bandaged hand, then his leg, the blonde let loose a solemn sigh. As he let the waves push him perfectly onward, eyes drifted to the nights sky thinking of his Nakama. He hadn't heard from them yet, but it was clear - if the going got rough, they'd all separate only to regroup later. Expression chilled by the evening air - a slant of the hand followed as he digressed momentarily. Worry? Why should he? They were his friends after all. In his heart of hearts, he knew that they'd be fine. "Even still. . " Slight worry was on his cusp, but a shake to knock the fear away. Stop worrying. Point blank, they were. Thinking about it would only worsen things.
Without realizing it, he'd washed up on the shore of some bird shaped island. It didn't looked inhabited by anyone in particular and the dead of night had hid his entrance. If someone were to find him, he'd hope they were of the friendlier sort. Pulling himself out the boat, onto shore with a heave, slow steps brought him to a nearby cave. For now the loot would be fine where it was. He had gotten some food and water before his leave as well, so all he could do was relax. Moving his prized Meito, Echizen, to the side, he took a sit down and got as comfortable as he could on some nearby rocks. Looking out to the moon; he thought back to how often he'd roughed it like this. Usually he'd get some woman to take him in for the night, with promises that they'd wed. Or he'd hatch some scheme to make a quick buck just to stay in an inn. Now that he thought about it, all this time since leaving. . them, he was only living for himself. But now. . He fought for others. For Kaito and Tahira and Nefetari. He'd become close to them all in their time spent together.
Taking another sip of water he let loose a soft coo, grabbing the hilt of his Wazamono and sitting it to his side. Today had been their first real duel together. . and it felt like magic. ". . The shop owner said you'd always been a troublesome one. That no one could properly wield you because of your size. . A glutton of a blade you are. ." He'd begin, fingers tracing the sheath with a low hum. "You waited so long for me. . I'm sorry I hadn't found you sooner." To others, this might've just seemed like some fancy sword. But to him, it was a comrade. One worth so much more than gold. Still, he waited. And still further, he began the cleaning of his blade. The low hum of a lost swordsmen in the distant night wafting on.
ѺѺѺѺѺѺ{S C H W E R T G E I S T}ѺѺѺѺѺѺ Ajora||Shipwright x Marksman|| Loner || Devil Fruit [---]
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[ The evening’s gift sifts through the hair of the young brunette. A gentle breeze, and the calming light of the ever setting sun far off in the distance. A nice shade of gold blankets the area undisturbed, further elevating the positive vibes of the cruise. It had been quite a long journey, but finally Ajora finds herself within the North Blue. Following the instructions of the letter given to her by the village elder back home, she moves forward with her task of protecting the seas. She is, after all, a hero in training. The woman leans over the side of her lone man boat with her arms crossed and hung over the siding. Her head lays upon them while she smiles at the beauty of the vast world before her hazel eyes. “The North Blue really is pretty. I just can’t imagine such a splendid place being under siege from ruffians.” she says in a low calmed tone, as if speaking directly to herself.
The waves shift about her small vessel carelessly, carrying her the rest of the way to her destination. There was certainly no rush, and she wouldn’t go out of her way to make it one either. This right here, this peace, it’s nice. Slowly, slowly, her eyes close more and more until finally they shut to let Ajora rest. For the rest of the ride she would comfortably sleep, right up to the point where her ship sets against a landmass. By the time her ship set against the shore side, night had already come with all of its quiet starlight. It doesn’t take long for the young woman to wake up. “Oh...did I arrive?” she questions before looking up to see the majestic shape of the island’s icon. Her body stretches to loosen up the stiffness gained from the ride before her sharp eyes noticed a ship docked further along, pushed up from the waterline. So someone else must be here as well. Strange, considering it’s normally an uninhabited place, as far as she was told.
“Well, whatever. Hopefully they’re friendly.” she says with a giggle.
Ajora steps towards the other boat in hopes of finding a sleeping passenger, but alas, all she can see are bags and various goods set about. Nothing of interest to her. Hands set against her waist while the marksman takes a look around the place, hoping to find any sign of life. SOMEONE who could give her a hand with her task. She was told to meet someone here, but that someone sure as heck isn’t around. “I guess… I’ll look around in the morning. That’ll make it easier to search. Who knows how dangerous this place is at night, haha.” she says almost as a joke, but she is in fact completely serious. Through the passing of some odd few minutes she notices what appears to be a cavern off further along the path. With a nod she starts heading over to it, and upon arriving, peeks her head inside the entrance way while knocking on the stone with her right hand.
“Yoohoo ~ Anyone hooooome?!” she calls out in a strange mixture of yelling and whispering to try and get attention, but not get it. Well, if something or someone does respond, she’ll just have to hope it’s not aggressive. ]
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:10 pm
On and on his tune would waft. Their ever growing bloom shifting the sweet sounds and rebounding off the inner cavern walls. A calming message to any who might hear him and a gesture of good faith to those who might fear him. Cleaning the outer edge of Echizen wasn't the easiest feat. Grim clung to to the blade like muck and blood stains weren't cooperating much either. As time went on, eventually things got easier and with a final long whistle, he'd completely made the blade spotless once again. Placing it aside, the blonde let loose a long sigh as he leaned further back, staring to the ceiling above in wonder. Wandering back to his Nakama and thinking of what might be taking them so long. "Kaito isn't one to get caught so easy and Nefetari would run at the first sign of danger. I guess I should be worried about Tahira the most." While their doctor was skilled with herbs her combat skills weren't as polished. They'd have to teach her when the chance came. . If they ever showed up that is. He was starting to get restless.
Though the sound of another persons voice woke him from his ceaseless pondering. It was a woman, one, but before he went off wondering it could always be a marine. And if they found him out, weakened, then what was he to do? "Damn it all. . I thought I'd gotten away." Grasping the hilt of his blade, Johnny slowly sauntered to the cavern entrance, limping slightly but poised to strike if needed. War was always on the horizon, no matter what. As the newcomer made her call out, from the darkness a single blade would point to her neck and slowly from the shadows a large shirtless man, eight fight with gargantuan physique stepped forth. Black shades hiding his eyes and black hat as deep as the night around them. He held no qualms with protecting himself, but didn't want to hurt a woman. "Do not move, woman."He'd speak sternly, moving further out while keeping his sword steady.
"State your business here. " Beginning to get straight to the end, he didn't have time for games. If she was an enemy then he'd have to knock her out quick. Still, the aura coming off him spoke otherwise. There was mass killing intent.
ѺѺѺѺѺѺ{S C H W E R T G E I S T}ѺѺѺѺѺѺ Ajora||Shipwright x Marksman|| Loner || Devil Fruit [---]
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[ “Whoops!” she exclaims, after being immediately caught off guard proceeding her call out for anything lingering in the dank cavern. To no one’s surprise, she actually got an answer, but she can’t say she expected to be given it with a throat pointed to her throat. Ajora holds up her hands as if under arrest, showing her no will to fight right now. Her eyes close and a smile crosses her face before she giggles. “Sorry if I surprised you. I’m just here looking for a place to rest for the night, but I needed to see if this place was free.” she says calmly, not showing any fear to the threat against her neck. Though, truth be told, she IS nervous. Who's to say this guy wouldn’t care about her story and kill her anyways? Her eyes open revealing her golden hues shaded by the darkness of the night. They shift over, only stopping after she notices the blade the larger male is holding firmly in his grip.
“Wow! That’s a pretty special sword! He’s so beautiful!” so she begins, ignoring the warning to not move. She quickly turns to the blade and holds up her hands as if she wants to touch it, but can’t similar to a precious gem within a museum. “He seems happy, too! You’re taking care of him that’s for sure, and...from the looks of it, did you just get out of a tough fight?” Her eyes scan the blade, noticing portions that differ due to the clashing of metal or bone. Though there are no dents, per say, she has a knack of noticing these things. A gentle breeze carries past the two individuals standing beneath the moonlight of the cavern, leaving a whispering echo ringing deeper within as if mocking the sky itself. “Hey! Let me have him!” she says, looking up at the dark hat man with earnest. ]
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2017 10:38 am
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✘ ᵀʳᵘᵉ ᶳᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ…ᶰᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵉˡᶳᵉ…
Fingers would lace between the leaves of a tree branch as he adjusted it away to clarify sight. High ground, low ground. Everywhere he searched. Did this numskull actually leave the island with absolutely no way of tracking him. This wild freaking goose chance. Irritation built to its maximum. This was the closest island they traveled to but there was no telling Johnny was actually here or not. Hell, he could very well be back at Lyneel. No note Johnny? No sign?! A drawing in the sand would have worked. Down he dropped from the branch of a large tree as the remaining of his crew would catch up to him. His landing was not a graceful one. He was trying to mask the fact that he was weakened. This was something his pride would not allow. “Anything?” The captain was hopeful but he pretty much knew the answer. They were essentially searching for a need in a haystack, but here is the kicker. There were multiple haystacks.
Arms would fold upon one another as the team would regroup. This island was far too large for them to be searching blindly. This was not going to work. “I guess we have no choice…” Kaito did not really desire this course of action considering he was still recovering. They were going to have to lead their swordsman to them. After gathering enough loose bark and flammable supplies. With the use of his iron knuckles. Sparks would become a reaction until it conjured a flame. “If he’s here, he’ll see it.” A nice bon fire, its purpose was for the smoke signaling the whole island of their existence. With it they will not doubt be joined. Wonderful. Yet, what more could they do? Hopefully one of them was perfect. They were going to have to remain here for a while. This was the conclusion he came to as his backside would kiss the turf. A leg tucked in as another was extended toward the fire.
It was important to keep the fire feed or it would burn out so the pirate would casually to random stick and catalyst for it to continue. “So…how does everyone feel about what happened?” Obviously, he was asking about the Raid that lead to the marines and their encounter with them. Other than being completely bored he was legitimately interested in what they had to say. A mass array of things occurred. It would be kind of nice to catch up…emotionally. Damn you Johnny, if he was not already dead Kaito would kill him himself for forcing this upon him.
An open eye - the stretch of his blade chattered light under the moon above. No words yet, just the continuous look of disdain and a promise that no one could break. Even if it took him forever, he'd find them. Even if he had to go through hell and high water, he'd get back to them. Nothing. . No one, would stop him from this. Not the government. Not Sea Kings and not some little woman acting friendly. Still, as she spoke he didn't say a word, merely keeping himself steeled lest she be trying to pull a fast one. Her volition made some sense though and there wasn't like he had a reason to just outright ignore what she was saying. A loose sigh was let loose as Johnny began to tuck the blade to his side, watching even still just in case. Being a pirate wasn't a joke and seeing all this pan out before him made the blonde question himself. They had been stealing from people who didn't deserve it. Making themselves fatter so the weak stay weak. Was that really fair to the world around them? Yet. . They had this strength. They had this power. The strong deserved to be strong - it was natural selection at its finest. The thoughts circled his head, not paying mind to what the woman in front of him was saying til she mentioned his sword.
Echizen seemed happy? Looking down to his blade, then back to her, Johnny raised it with a single smile. The gleam of its edge shining bright in the lit night."He's. . my most prized comrade. If there is no other, I'll always have him by my side." Now, he had more pressing matters to contend with. Turning to her statement about giving him up, a huff came from the pirate in neglect. He didn't have time for foolishness. "There are no others on this island. So if you're lookin' for a place to crash, pick a cave. Have fun mate." His usher to a bad mood; behind those shades orbs caught sight of a smoke high in the sky. The distance? Someone had lit a fire? When he first arrived he hadn't seen that at all.
". . C-Could they be here?" It was also a chance that the marines had arrived and were searching the island. Head turned down, shadow going over his face before nodding. It was a chance he'd have to take. "My cave is free for you to have. Seems fate just won't let me rest tonight." Smiling to himself, he'd turn to tip his hat to the lady before trailing off into the forests area where the smoke was coming from. "If you don't wanna be alone, tag along. I'm already a mess so slowing me down ain't exactly possible." Were his fleeting words as he went in deeper, echoing off into the distance. He trudged on for some time, hoping for better or worst that this wasn't a bad idea. By the luck of the Sea, it probably was, but as a hand laid itself against a nearby trunk to the trio, Johnny would be standing there with his usual enigmatic smile. Kaito. Nefetari. Tahira. They had all gotten away safely. . They'd found him. "Looks like the gangs all here." He'd say soundly, taking his hat off before going to sit by Tahira and with a heavy grunt, removed his clothing. The battle had been rough on the body and he needed healing.
From the looks of it, he wasn't the only one who'd been in deep s**t. "While you guys were off looting I found a marine woman and engaged her in combat. She wasn't some slouch either, but I won and got myself a pretty penny out of it." He'd heave, showing their doctor his leg. The wound was heavy, but he was hoping she could do something. ". . That woman, she was strong Kaito. The marines aren't weaklings like we thought they were." Words were heavy, deep. It was a realization they'd come to face. "We've been small time til now, but look. ." From a jacket pocket, he tossed out all their faces aside from Tahira, but after this recent incident he was sure she too would get a bounty. "All of us at least 70 mil and after the s**t that's happened in Lyneel it'll go even higher. We're starting to cause a ruckus. . And it'll be harder for us to relax if it gets any louder. While back, my gramps told me stories of the marines. How strong they were, even for him. If we keep moving forward, we'll be facing opponents even stronger." From his hat then came a map of some kind. "Long time ago, my gramps gave me this map to get back to him. Said if I ever strayed away he'll be at the end of it, that treacherous place called the Grand Line. . If anyone can watch our backs, it'll be him."
But that meant they had a lot of traveling to do. So many more places to go and so many things unseen, but what would Kaito say? Would he be down for it? "We're pirates now. Bound by the deeds we've done. I say if we're pirates let's be the best pirates we can possibly be. Let's make ourselves known to the world over!" To each of them, he'd look, but had completely forgotten Ajora was even there.
☥ Safely away from danger. Another island comes into the horizon. Ships are docked, though no time to relax. Or tend to needed injuries. The trio would go off once more, though this time in search of their fellow companion. Following after Kaito, as he scouted ahead, Tahira would try her best to keep up. Her eyes couldn’t help but take heed of their surroundings. The vegetation. The plants that were scattered around as they traversed on through the trees. Gentle fingers would feel the leaves of the greenery. Spotting a few familiar herbs needed in the upcoming moments. Whenever she ever got a moment to properly treat her comrades. Hopefully soon a break would be given for her to go out and gather more. Though for now, she would try to keep up with Nefertari.
Not before long, Kaito would grace the duo with his presence once more. Descending quite loudly from a tree limb up above. Words of wonder would pass, while disappointment was given in return. A shake of the head. No sign of Johnny, which would have them traverse further in before Kaito decides on a next form of action. Watching as he moves here and there, gathering wood, he soon builds a fire. A bonfire, which would surely draw attention. Though hopefully the right attention. With a plop to the floor, all that was required now would be to wait. Hopefully this idea would pan out better. Though in the meantime, Tahira would find herself immersed in gathering a few plants and herbs which were growing around their small campsite. Though while her gathering commenced, Kaito would utter a question. Something posed to she and Nefertari. The battle upon the docks of Lyneel; what had been their thoughts on it?
The pace in which she had begun picking herbs would slow, as her attentions were drawn upon the question raised. Her thoughts? Opinions? “It surely did escalate….” She began softly. “Though that wouldn’t be my first time witnessing an authoritative incident” She had her times in witnessing guards and such people with similar status back in Alabasta. Supposedly keeping the peace. Though this type of ‘peace’… “I just wish, it didn’t have to go so far” Her thoughts would be on the injuries caused. The damaged done. Though those Marines had begun the altercation, their injuries seemed far worse than Kaito’s or Nefertari’s. She could only imagine what the small one was going through. Eyes closing and shaking such thoughts away, Tahira forced a smile. Pushing back the bad. “But you two really are talented. And strong. Though….” A small pause would follow as Tahira rose from her crouched position and began to head over to Kaito. Standing by his side, her white dress fluttering along her ankles, while strands and locks of brown slid along slender shoulder and hung and swayed. Eyes upon the bronzed figure. “I’m more surprised of how long you’ve been masking your pain” He may have been a warrior; showing no fear. But he had to still feel pain. Right?
Kneeling down and observing a wound, she would poke around it. In hopes of procuring a wince or some sound which would indicate pain. “It does hurt, right?” A mere tease, though if retaliation for her actions would come, she would nearly lean back to bypass the backlash and quickly apologize. If not, she would give a light giggle and begin treatment none the less. “A salve to heal your wounds quicker” From the herbs gathered. Mashed and made into a cream like substance. Spread upon wounded areas, before bandages used to cover. “I may not be as fearless and skillful in battle as you two, but I can do at least…this much”
Just as the last bandage was placed, Johnny would appear and take a seat next to her. Eyes scanned over his body, which held more work for her tiny hands. Not like she was tired. Clothes removed as he began his tale. Though while sharing his story, a leg would be shown. A deep wound upon it. “But at what cost. If this had gotten any worse….” Words cut their, though anyone could gather where her point was leading. But all she could so was sigh, as she mashed together more salve. “Guys and their fights” Her attention would rest on tending to Johnny while the others took a gander at posters tossed out by the wounded blonde in question. Their conversations would be heard by her ears, though silent she would remain during the healing process. She wouldn’t even halt during the wincing as the salve was applied. But upon finishing up; bandages applied, Johnny would produce something from his hat. Calling it a map. Now this would grab her attention. Fire dancing within her orbs of blue, as a curious hand would extend due to her curious mind. Just like her passion for medical prowess, navigation was a close second. “Could I look at that?”
Their arrival at Swallow Island was just as quick as their exit of Lyneel. The desire to escape that place before anymore marines showed up was one they all shared. As his boat would wash up on the island, Nefertari would immediately step out of his boat. With a couple of swipes of his hand against the silk of his robe, he'd remove any unwanted dust from his clothing and straighten it out. Kaito seemed to think Johnny would be here and since Nefertari had no idea where he could have gone, a general direction was better than no direction. A few steps behind Kaito the assassin would be. Hoping that there were no more marines nearby. The last fight was far more trouble than he expected from a child and an oaf. What was worse was Nefertari's realization that those were probably just grunts! Was he really no stronger than a grunt? The same went for his captain but there was a difference between him and Kaito. Experience. Nefertari had no actual training when it came to combat and he had only JUST learned what his fruit was able to do. He honestly didn't know what he brought to the table when it came to this crew. The group would approach an area that Kaito deemed secure enough for camp. As he would build a fire and take his seat, Nefertari would sit across from him on the other side of the flames while the woman would walk over to treat his wounds. Their words would be heard but would receive no response from Nefertari until a certain question was asked. "How does everyone feel about what happened?" How did they feel? Despite the win, Nefertari still felt as if he had lost somehow. During that fight he was completely useless. He was no where near as skilled as Kaito. Kaito. Strong and brave. Maybe a bit simple but not exactly dumb. Orbs of jade would look at the pirate captain over the flame. He would not show his emotions. Pride was a silly thing. "We got our reward. Not much else matters unless I'm missing something." His nose slightly in the air as he would avoid further eye contact with Kaito. He was more than sure Kaito felt the same as he did about his performance in combat. Footsteps approaching. A couple seconds would reveal they belonged to Johnny. He too would sit next Tahira. They all sat as a group. Close together. Nefertari would feel a sense of loneliness over take him. Outside looking in. Again, he would not let it show. He'd avert his gaze elsewhere, hiding his injured hand in the long sleeve of his robe in order to keep his injury secret from the doctor. He didn't want her to come and pity him, try to quell this anger that formed inside him from being separated. Words would be said. Stories were told. Nefertari would smirk as Johnny would finish speaking and hand off the map to Tahira. "So what? You mean like a keeper to insure our safety? You think we need an adult?" He'd chuckle at the idea. His response was snarky as usual. To be expected from the serpent's forked tongue.
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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.
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Lerry Jive
Dcme
Cinna-Apple Nami
North Lotus
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2017 11:50 pm
"reмeмвer тнaт a ѕword нeld вy ѕoмeone wнo ιѕ aвoυт тo dιe… wιll never вe aвle тo proтecт anyтнιng."
The young woman had managed to get some food in her, along with some water. She wasn't so pained by her memories anymore. Of the time she had lost, no, now she was burdened with the blood of the men she had killed. Even though she was clean, it felt like the stains would always be with her. She would look at her hands, her hair was let fully down. She didn't have the time or patience for braids right now. Her eyes looked to the horizon, a peculiar island not far off. Strange, how her small boat brought her to these places. Through the thicket of trees she could see a smoke signal. She thought about it for a moment, to keep going and avoid what could be an unpleasantness. The flames had just started, no doubt whomever it was had hunkered in for a good time. No? No, probably not. Still, she had been travelling alone for a while since she left Galand. It would be nice to be around. A spoiled princess like her lived to be around people, it made her feel safe. Still, no one seemed to like her very much. She gripped the oars and paddled toward the island. She wasn't so far off. Easing the boat into the sands, dismounted, she would head for the smoke she could see.
Hands pushing back the thicket of trees, well this was an inconvenience. Something she had grown used to, this level of hardship. "Maybe I should have docked closer to the flames." She had thought too late, and going back to her boat and circling around would take longer than the straight shot. Her hands pushed against a tree, the leaves rustling behind her. She would peek out from behind the bark to the group in front of her. She noticed him immediately, the blond haired swordsman. The brunette must be the guy who was with him before, and two others she didn't recognize. From this distance she couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, but she could hear voices.
Like a dancing memory, that which she had lost had come back to her, and her heart beat quickened. She turned, causing every large bit of foliage around her to shuffle in dismay. Her back pressed to the opposing side of the tree so she could hide from the group. Hands cupped over her mouth. In case a scream decided to escape the prison of her teeth. Someone had mugged her and drugged her, she hadn't cleared these two of doing that. Why? Well, because she didn't know them well enough to decide they didn't. Also they were the last two she saw before the blackout. Dumb. She was so desperate to be around people she had walked directly into a trap. Could she outrun them? Was this what it felt like to be a white woman in a horror film. Asking yourself all of these question instead of taking action. One could say she was frozen in fear, but it was actually her own indecisiveness. Not knowing which action was the best one, even to preserve her own life. A bead of sweat rustled down her forehead, and she would shift her view. Peaking at the group again from behind the tree. If anyone was coming near her, she would run. If anyone was looking in her direction she would run. So, shouldn't she just have run? You are not a person meant to survive Guinevere, my darling Knight.
"a caѕтle тнaт vanιѕнeѕ aт тнe ғιrѕт gυѕт oғ wιnd ιѕ worтнleѕѕ. a ѕĸyѕcraper wιтнιn yoυr мιnd wιll never ғall down."
[ It didn’t take long for the man to understand that Ajora isn’t here to do him any harm, and honestly, it probably helped that she complimented his sword. Beautiful thing it is. She holds her arms to her side and offers the large hatted figure a gentle smile as he offered the cavern to her. It’s spacious, cozy, and should provide plenty of cover during the night. “Thank you…” she says in a softened tone, calming herself down from her previous sword frenzy. “If you don’t mind, I’ll tag along with you. I have something I need to take care of, and I can’t very well leave you to travel about with that injury.” she comments positively, stepping up next to him following her words. Her eyes meet his shades, and after a nod, she follows him deeper into the island. The journey was fairly short, but the silence between them probably only made it feel longer than it actually was. Yet finally, the pair arrive at the sight of a possible signal fire.
“Oh?” she begins to question, watching as the large man slinks over to a small group of strangers, or at least, they’re strangers to her. Instead of walking out nonchalantly, she waits behind the same tree the man paused at with her arms behind her back. “Friends of his? How curious.” she states before peeking around the tree again to properly get a count of how many people rest around the fire. “Five then…” With her count in mind, she walks off back in the direction she and her injured acquaintance had come from, before her attention is stolen by the sound of ruffling foliage nearby. The all white draped woman notices someone else slinking off behind the plants, possibly trying to keep her cover set. An intruder? Or maybe an admirer? Regardless, Ajora covers her lips with a cuffed index finger to give a silent giggle. “Make that six.” she states before heading off to collect a few materials. The night is long, and the group seems rather worse for ware. They’d need food to go along with their bandages. ]
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Lerry Jive
Dcme
Cinna-Apple Nami
Panda King Tai-tai Grim
Misujage
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2017 7:11 pm
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𝙿𝙾𝚆 95 ｌ 𝚂𝙿𝙳 100 ｌ 𝙴𝙽𝙳 100 ｌ 𝙰𝙲𝙲 5 ｌ 𝙸𝙽𝚃 5
𝙷𝙿 96/260 l 𝙳𝙴𝚇 30 l 𝚂𝙿𝙸 40
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✘ ᵀʳᵘᵉ ᶳᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵉᶳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ…ᶰᵒ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵉˡᶳᵉ…
The flickering flare of the flames would reflect off his face. A very stern expression was in plain view. Were his actions excessive? This was true that he did beat on a child and send a man to drown. Regardless, he did not feel that was true. At that boy’s age, Kaito was already beating and killing in the pits. People older than even he was. Just because someone was a child did not mean you drop your guard on them. You were just begging to end up dead. “My survival, and yours is the most important thing. I will do anything to make sure that happens.” This was the vow he made when he became the captain of this crew. That was his job. Their future, their lives. All of them were in his hands. Protecting them was the very point of his existence. White fabric would sway in his peripherals. With a slight head turn he would see that Tahira towered above, eyeing him. How long was he able to mask his pain? A very simple question. “As long as it takes.”
It seemed like she wanted to examine, his wounds. Yes. Wounds. Kaito was at the point he couldn’t heal himself. It was outstanding how much these flames tore from him. This one needed to get stronger. Training how long he could use them in battle was a necessity. The captain would turn his head back to the side letting her commit to her treatment. How would he go about training such powers? During battle, it was as if he was flexing every muscle in his body for a protracted period of time. What did he need to d-ahhhh! 2000 knives would piece his backside all at the same time. Followed by the 10000 gun shots and a nuclear explosion. The power of this one finger. A light grunt would surely be an indicator that the tease did in fact hurt. “N-No.” Chestnut colored locks suspended in front of his face to conceal his lightly colored face.
After the treatment to his wounds. Arrived a guest. Through the brush. Entering stage right would be Johnny. A sigh of relief. At the same time his blood began to boil. He still sent them on this wild goose chase but the blonde-haired swordsman was safe. Wounded, but still safe. It seemed that Johnny had battled a fierce bout as well. “I noticed. If my body could not heal I would be in pretty bad shape.” The berserker had suffered a lot of punishment. Body shocked and cut deep. A wanted poster was tossed his way. It was a pretty decent amount. It was too bad they did not take in his potential. The number would be through the roof. Kaito was only getting started. Not stopping until he was a top of the mountain. “I’m aware of the dangers, the power of the government spreads across this world. You can’t have that kind of influence without might.” The shirtless bull would gather himself once he had gotten to his feet. Johnny continued. Left eyebrow would rise as he would begin to show the side of his pearly whites with a devilish grin. “Who do you think I am? I don’t do anything half a**. I set out to become the king of these seas.” A finger would snap to the sun in the sky. It's mellow rays glared along his darkened skin. “Everywhere the sun light touches will know the name Kaito. People will not even want to whisper my name without a hint of fear in their voice.” A finger point would slowly remodel into a fist clinched and held high above his head. “The sea will part and the trees will bend before the glory of their god and his disciples.” His hand would fall back to his side. Alas. In due time. This climb to power will be a difficult one but he had everything he needed. Ambition and his band of brother and sisters.
It was true Kaito wanted to be a god amongst these seas. What was more free than a god? Nobody will ever have the might to enslave him again. If the others had goals of their own now would be the time to bring them to surface. They were paving their path. “Friends of yours?” Kaito mentioned friends because he noticed two in the brush. Acquaintances of Johnnys? This was unknown, he just knew they both arrived at the same time he did. There was no need for him to become hostile if there was no reason for it. However, there was no sense in hiding. The slightest shift and movements could be seen with his amber hued avian eyes. Such were the traits of his fruit. No longer a Typical human. There were now many attributes at his disposal. Some he need more time to master. "No reason to hide. Come out." Them coming out so he could see them would be a nice plus. Or they could flee. If they were not dangerous to his mates there was no reason to engage.
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