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Kai Morikawa Walking toward his boat, surrounded by his crewmates acting like bodyguards, everything seemed normal. "Eric," Kai spurt from his mouth, quickly. "Did you stock up on fish," he questioned, glaring at him. "You do know that's what we'll be eating for awhile because I'm running low on beli," he ended. Eric turned his heard towards Kai, nodding his head.
"Indeed captain, I have stocked up on fresh fish," he proudly responded.
"Excellent work," Kai said, patting Eric's back causing the fragile man to jolt forward due to the force. "Now should I cook," Kai said, placing his index finger onto his slightly chapped lips. "No," the crew screamed in distress causing a scene infront of civilians nearby. Comically, one of Kai's crewmates slid infront of Kai. "I'd rather drink of the saltiest sea!"
"Agreed," the crew nodded, walking on.
"Well, I didn't know I was that bad of a cook," Kai laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Sir, sir, sir," a childish voice cried, the voice approaching quick from the crew's hind. "Huh," Kai questioned, looking backwards, same for the crew, spotting a young blonde girl running full throttle with a bag on her right shoulder.
"Sir, sir, sir," she continued, running through the crew before they moved out of her way, giving her a path ending in front of Kai. She stopped, looking upward at the revolutionary, rapidly breathing. "Sir, would you like to look through my assortment of candies," she questioned, comically smiling, giving a big thumbs up to him.
"WAS THAT IT," the crew screamed, viciously looking at the girl.
"Look kid, our capta-" one crewmate said before being stopped by Kai's flat hand being raised up at them. The crew now silent, Kai looked downward at her, then crouching. "Sure, what do you have," he responded. The girl, now happy, rummaged through her bag. As she rummaged, she began to frown, pulling out a melted chocolate bar.
"Well, I had chocolate, but it melted," she said, lowering her head.
Kai looked at the chocolate bar, giving him a flashback of past memories. Suddenly, he was back at Candyland, roundhouse kicking the lieutenant in the face, watching the marine collapse onto the floor, knocked out. After he beat the lieutenant, he kneel'd onto the floor looking towards the remains of Candyland.
Suddenly, several other explosions went off on the opposing side of the island and fires rushed towards the dock where Kai and the Candyland warriors were located. "Who the hell is doing this," Kai screamed at the top of his lungs before the gust of fire rushed onto the dock, snapping him out of his flashback. Swiftly falling back, he grabbed onto his head in pain.
"Captain," the crew said, rushing to their captain's aid.
Kai rummaged in his pocket, taking out some beli, giving it to the girl. "I'd like that chocolate bar," he said, smiling. The girl, rather surprised, handed Kai the melted delicacy. "Th-there you go sir," she bowed. "Thank you for your purchase," and with that, she left. Looking at the chocolate bar, he carefully removed the foil, then consumed it.
With that, he was helped us by his crew. "I'm not about to be hunted by that," he mumbled to himself. "Let's head to the ship," he ordered, taking the lead. "Yes sir!," the crew said, walking behind him.
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Isabelle It was a normal morning for Isabelle, she was cleaning her weapon and sitting in the large room of the ship, making sure to do a through job of it, after all a jamming weapon was the worst enemy to have in a battle, and as she thought of that quote she thought back to who said it, the officer she had worked under in the drum military. he was a stern man, much like her father had been, but he treated those under his command like his children.
She smiled a bit to herself as she let herself slip into the memory but sadly that quote also came with a bad memory, she was in the trenches at the time, part of the routine training rounds, time in the field, time in the trenches, then time in camp, but this day was different, this day felt off, it was a calm day, barely any snow fell, and that should have been the first hint, because despite the clouds being there, the bad omen of no snow was also present.
And then it happened, a ship came out of the gloom and she looked at it, her turn to work sentry after all and she called out "Marine RAID!!!" Drum and the world government had a....uneasy relationship, and some captains took it to mean that they could attack the island, but every time no punishment was handed out....and no ground was ever gained. But Isabelle hadn't been through a raid yet, and this was the first time for her to see real combat against a military force.
Her commander got everyone to the line, making sure everyone was ready even as the artillery from the ship opened up on their trenches, pieces of stone snow and permafrost flying, but her commander continued to give orders and assemble them as if none of it mattered, and in truth maybe it didn't, the armor they all had made any shrapnel near useless and detritus even more so.
After an hour of shelling they all had their weapons at the ready, no losses, but a lot of rattled nerves, and then they landed coming in great boats and rushing the shore, it was then that her commander said to everyone "Take them down....no prisoners....they want to start a fight? we will show them how to damn well END ONE!!" the roaring voice of the commander lending them all courage, even Isabelle who had been shaken from the bombardment and the thought of her first combat.
the battle was bloody, but it seemed the marines didn't have the numbers, apparently not taking into account the number or armament of the Drum military, and they forced them back, no quarter given and none received it seemed. and they where left to pick up the pieces, her commander going to each soldier and seeing to their health and thanking them, before starting the grim task of burial duty.
As the thoughts faded Isabelle looked to her weapon, it was the grace of her commanding officer that she learned to use such heavy weapons in the first place, and thanks to him she was so well trained, a training she was going to pass on to her girls and maybe a bit to ashen.
Annabelle While working on the clothing, sewing them and making sure they were patched up, Annabelle looked out the window at the farm land they had and smiled, a memory coming back to her as she sat there.
It was a nice bright day and she had been laying in the grass after spending time looking for her favorite teddy bear, she had misplaced it and went looking around the island to the places she constantly visited to see if she could find it, but to no avail, so she lay in the grass and let the sun warm her as she thought about where she could have left it..
It was about then that a shadow passed over her for a moment and she opened her eyes and looked to where it had been going, and she blinked a moment as she seen something that looked like her stuffed bear walking away, "Fluffles?" she said in an unbelieving voice as she got to her feet and went after the thing that kinda looked like her stuffed bear.
Following after it she realized it seemed to be walking rather fast, but as she kept looking at it the more and more it matched the look of her missing stuffed toy, eventually she had to admit to herself that this must have been fluffles, he had decided to just get up and walk around, it would explain why she couldn't find him before. With that decided she got that lazy smile that she always had and followed her stuffed friend.
As she got to a clearing she didn't really know about she walked up to Fluffles who was now sitting in the nice soft warm grass and seemed to just be enjoying the day, so she walked over and st next to him and then hugged him "You got a lot bigger all of a sudden fluffles....why did you wander off?" she asked as she hugged the now larger bear, and the bear replied something about not being fluffles, but Annabelle knew better, he looked like Fluffles, smelled like fluffles, was nice and soft and cuddly like fluffles, so it HAD to be fluffles "Oh Fluffles don't be silly...I know it's you my silly little bear...and I will be with you forevers" she had said as she hugged the bear who seemed to shrug and just snuggled with her.
Looking back at the memory she knew a while later that it was actually Nole, but she kept her promise, mostly cause even then after finding out it wasn't actually fluffles, she had found him to be really cute, and on top of that really nice and kind and super nice to snuggle with, if anything she had to admit it seemed that they were meant for each other from day one, and as she looked at the home they had and the farm she had to admit....she loved him even it they had taken a different path...she had a feeling nothing would change between the two of them.
Maruki Maruki was smiling as she piloted the little ship she and her father had acquired to start her career as the new DJ Octavio a big smile on her face as she guided the ship to it's first destination, she wasn't sure what it would hold for her but she knew she would be ready for it, after all her Father had gotten her ready, even taught her to defend herself just in case. But what stuck with her most was the day he gave her the outfit.
It had been a rainy day, and Maruki was practicing with the Deck that her Father had lent to her to train on, it was his old one and she had found several odd compartments on it that seemed to be empty, though they seemed the right size to hold weapons or something..maybe spare parts? she wasn't sure. It was while she was inspecting a set of six similarly sized compartments that her father walked in with a smile on his face.
Looking up she smiled back "Hey dad what's up Wha~~?" she would ask as she closed the compartments and her father only smiled more as he seen that she was discovering so much about his old deck.
"Well I figure it was time Maruki...So I had your mother properly size this for you Ora~~" with that he brought around an outfit, the DJ Octavio Outfit but made for her size now, unlike the kind she normally wore to practice in at times this was a full one, all the decoration and even polished, it was a full on stage performance outfit
Maruki looked at the out fit her eyes going wide before she hopped up and place the Deck down gently "REALLY WHA~~~~?!?!? Does this mean we are going to be heading out soon Wha~~?" she asked as she took the outfit and looked at it stars in her eyes at the thought of finally heading out on their way to spreading the name once more.
Her father laughed a bit and beamed with fatherly pride as he nodded "Yes...I think the world needs to hear from DJ Octavio once again...I think it's been far to long since they heard the name...many might have forgotten it Ora~" with a smile he picked up his old deck, it wasn't up to it's old standard but he could fix that later, but he knew Maruki's was all ready to go "Now remember...that Outfit and the name have a legacy to them, when you are wearing it you ARE Octavio, The name is yours now Maruki, Wear it with Pride Ora~~"
Maruki nodded frantically as she packed up the stage outfit carefully treating it like a priceless antique, the suit might be new, but the name was older then even her father, and she would take good care of it.
With a smile Maruki's mind returned to the present and she smiled even more as she stood at the helm of the "Octoboss" a big name for quite a little ship, but she intended to get a larger one someday, and the name would follow her "Now then, lets spread the name Wha~~" she said to herself as the first island on their stop was just starting to come into view.
Edited by Sosina, Oct 28 2016, 07:17 PM.
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1, 2, 3, 4 (Sophia D. Clover) "1-2, 3 and 4! 1-2, 3 and 4!"
It was a rather cold evening on Karate Island. The skies were empty of clouds and presented the sun's slow descent towards the sea with a breathtaking view at the beach, but the air was colder than a lot of people anticipated. Though it did not feel like a winter night, it was strange to feel such temperatures within the South Blue given its rather summer-like weather all around and the populace of the island, noticing it, have, for the most part, decided to stay indoors for the evening and the night. Thus, not a lot of people could be seen walking around outdoors and especially not close to the beach...
But there were two predominant exceptions from this fact. One was the man that continued shouted his numbers on the beach, training as usual and ignoring the cold sand beneath his bare feet and the almost-icy embrace of the sea that would come from time to time. The man was visibly middle-aged, sported a large orange-colored beard and had a strange hairstyle to himself that seemed addicted to his eyes, forming a wall of hair in front of them whilst the back of his head was barely covered and almost bald. He wore nothing else but a black-colored karategi - a uniform only wore by those who followed the martial arts of Karate -, and a black belt could be seen circling his waist. Despite his efforts, he seemed not exhausted at all, continuing his training with utmost focus.
In the meanwhile, a lone Sophia would stare at him in silence, her eyes semi-closed, tired. It had now been about five minutes since she had stopped to take a peek at the man's training and, in all honesty, she had absolutely no want to stop doing so at the moment, her arms crossed as she sat on the beach. The cold didn't seem to affect her very much despite the clothes she wore, though it was clear that the lack of sleep she had been subjected to for the last few days was starting to affect her. She couldn't properly remember why she had left her crew's ship now that she was here, and she knew that it was a mistake seeing as it seemed like she was about to simply collapse at any second now. Thankfully, the Lucy Fir wasn't too far away from her position: she could see it from here, actually, resting at the docks...
She then suddenly felt incredibly sleepy, much more than usual as her gaze stayed on the man in front of her. She yawned, her eyes unable to be kept open anymore and, soon, she would simply start sleeping, calm, snoring lightly.
"1, 2, 3, 4! 1, 2, 3, 4!"
It has now been around three years ever since Sophia had been sold to the Crusaders and it has now been around three years all she has ever known was the pain, suffering and humiliation that slavery could ever bring to any living being. Today, she had been told that she would row the ship alongside other slaves for a week and, thus, she had been led under the deck to be chained onto a bench by the neck and start rowing alongside the three other slaves. It was the very day after... a recent event that had happened just recently, and stitches covered almost the entirety of the girl's back, her blood having dried on her skin for a while now.
They were all naked - with the only exception of Sophia, whom still wore her glasses, which was a thing that the slavers had taken into consideration - and the girl only knew one of them: another girl of the same age as her who was named Ana. She was tan-skinned, which ironically well-correlated with her South Blue origins, and possessed olive-colored eyes that fitted well with her short jet black hair. Sophia had talked to her many times before and they both considered themselves acquaintances, maybe even almost friends. The other two slaves were both men and they both seemed heavily bruised and almost on the brink on unconsciousness, whilst another man, this one well-clothed in your typical Catholic priest wear, shouted numbers out loud, forcing the slaves to row without stop.
Sophia couldn't help, however, but notice the other two as they all rowed together and, worried for their sake, she would ask to Ana, her eyes wide:
"W-W-What happened to t-them...?"
Her friend stared at her and sighed.
"They were unable to bring back a ring that the Captain had dropped into the sea by accident during our previous trip in the North Blue..."
"O-O-Oh..."
The purple-haired girl stumbled for a short moment, her eyes widened, then looked down towards the floor before continuing to row. It was at this moment, however, that, suddenly, she heard the man in front of them shout:
"OOOOOI. You! The one with the glasses!"
He then stood up, huffing.
"I can see you stopped rowing there for a moment! Now, now, our Lord and Savior did not allow you to do such a thing at all!"
Sophia stopped completely this time around, frozen as the man approached her, closer and closer.
"And now, I can see you stopped completely! Our Lord has given you the task to serve us, and this is how you repay him?! How blasphemous!"
The man continued to go on and on without closure, rambling about how Sophia had disobeyed God and his son by having stopped rowing for a moment. She would start breathing rapidly, fear starting to build up in her head and Ana, noticing her fear, would widen her eyes and, clenching her teeth, she would stand up and stare at the man with anger in her eyes.
"Hey! Leave her alone, you piece of-"
Before she could go on, a loud slap resonated in the room and Ana was sent onto the floor with a red cheek, holding onto it in pain as the priest stood there, shivering.
"You were corrupted by anger again, you filth! Satan has corrupted you again! You have again become sinful! How horrid... You will need another to be exorcised again!!"
The priest shouted, and, this time, Ana did not looked so confident, her eyes widened as she immediately backed off from the priest, afraid.
"No... I-I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't meant to-!"
"TOO LATE! You have already shown your corruption! THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW!"
The priest shouted as, slowly, he would bring a hammer shaped into a cross from under his robes, then would start smirking. It was clear that the man wasn't really sane, to say the least, which was ironic, given his whole important-looking attire.
He was never able to reach Ana.
It took him a moment to realize that something was standing behind him. At first, he had thought it was just a fly, but, soon enough, as he turned his head, he would notice that Sophia was standing up, her eyes widened and her body shivering. He had stared at her for a moment, lifting an eyebrow, then clenched his teeth.
"Must I do absolutely everything here...? First, the corrupted and now, the rebellious!"
He approached Sophia and stood in front of her with a large smirk on his face, holding his hammer up. Though it was small, it was clear that it had been crafted for combat, just small enough to provide quick, devastating hits.
"Why are you so angry? Are you suffering because I hit your friend? You must understand that she is possessed, you know... During those times, she is-"
"I had enough of this BULLSHIT!!!"
Suddenly, Sophia jumped forward towards the man and smashed her fist straight into his face as loud cracks suddenly resonated into the room. The other slaves would stare at the scene with widened eyes and a wide open mouth, then would immediately back off as the slaver fell onto the floor and slid across the room, banging against the stairs, his neck definitely broken. The slaver was now nothing but a dead corpse, and Sophia's fist was now bleeding. She was visibly angry, her eyes widened, and, clenching her teeth, she would stand there before rushing forward towards the stairs, unable to hear Ana and the other men calling for her to come back.
And then, as she reached the light that beamed for the stairs, it would be as though the memory immediately blurred and faded away...
"Child."
Sophia would open widened eyes as she sat there, frozen for a moment as the man that trained earlier stood in front of her with his hand resting on her shoulder. It seems that he had been trying to wake her up... It must had taken a while for him to notice her in the first place given that the moon now shone in the sky, having now replaced the sun a long time ago.
"So you are finally awake."
The man stood back, allowing the purple-haired young woman to stand up on her own as he continued:
"You should not sleep in such a public space, you know... Although this place is indeed innocent at heart, there are miscreants everywhere. These days, Pirates can decide to appear whenever an opportunity is given to them..."
Though Sophia listened and stared at him, his words would not be effective, passing from one hear to the other with no real beneficial effect on her present state of mind. It was clear that she had Jumped the moment she woke from her sleepy slumber and that her protective and silent self had come forth to stop the fury that had built within from going forward any further than it has already done.
She stared at the man for some time alongside him who did the same, then would simply nod in silence before turning towards the docks and walking towards it, her body straight and her demeanor calm and clear. In the meanwhile, the man would simply stare at her with a titled head, confused, then would allow his eyebrows to frown behind his hair as he noticed something in particular.
The young woman had clenched her hands into shivering fists that seemed fuelled with anger and fury, and they had both started to bleed due to the nails having dug through the skin just hard enough.
Old Red Wine (Velvet G. Falcone) For the first time in a very long while, Velvet, for some obscure reason, had almost no recollection of the times she had under the awful weather she has had to pass through, while travelling on the waters of the East Blue sea alongside Commodore Nezuel, the moment she stepped inside an inn of some island. The rain, so awful and so punishing that day, has been so boring that it left Velvet ultimately bored out of her mind.
Having left her comic books inside the ship at the docks, she had no want to travel back under the rain due to the rain that constantly spat its drops onto the windows of the building, and the fact that she had also forgotten to take a pen and paper along the way left her also stripped of the ability to draw some blueprints in the meantime.
And the only reason why she wanted to go outside was to go get some wine for her cybernetics... her Fuel... It almost left her frustrated, to say the least. She could had stayed on the ship alongside Nezuel, she could have gone to sleep with him and, instead, she decided to go outside under the rain so that she wouldn't run low on Fuel for the next few days. How pathetic.
"Tch."
She let out, terribly bored, her eyes looking down as her chin lied against the table she was sitting at, her butt firmly stuck on the wooden chair below it. Definitely, this wasn't some sort of setup for yet another Event that the RP just came up with, and it was definitely not another one of those Events where you had to write a little story so that you could learn more about the characters of the site.
There's nothing more obvious than that, you weirdo... Bleh, freaking rain. I don't even have the damn energy to shout at Hibiko. Hell, maybe he's the one making me so tired.
She allowed her thoughts on my own person to run idly by within her mind, her expression going from boredom to mild annoyance as she realized that, yes, I could read her mind and thoughts; that I was, after all, her creator. It left her pissed off, but, instead of shouting her words at me, she huffed and stood up from her table. It was time for her to go buy those damn wine bottles off the bartender.
Thus, the soon-to-be-she-devil walked towards the rather-filled counter with a noticeable sense of sudden calm to it all, as if her politeness was kicking now that she had to act, well, slightly more official to her present social status. After all, she wasn't some Bounty Hunter anymore: she was now a Marine officer, or, at the least, a soldier. Truth be told, she still had no bloody idea what her rank was yet... and, truth be told, she really didn't cared. The only reason why she was a Marine was for her own personal reasons; personal reasons that were too perverted to be told in a simple PG-13 Event. It wasn't as if she couldn't just convince Hibiko to put up an 18+ tag on the Spoiler title above... She simply wanted to do something else.
And so, finally reaching the counter, she would lightly tap against it to get the attention of the bartender - a surprisingly young-looking man that seemed more teenager still than an full-fledged adult, possessing an unkempt bush of dirty blonde on his head and brown eyes that seemed unremarkable and too plain, too usual to keep notice of - then would straighten herself up, ignoring the men that stared at her in the meanwhile on the seats placed in front of the counter, sporting faces ranging from the curious to the downright perverted:
"Excuse me, but I would like to buy you at least ten bottles of wine. If you don't have as much, then give me all of your stock."
The bartender stared at her with widened eyes, surprised of such a request. After all, he was no alcohol seller or anything of the sort: he was just a bartender! A guy that served alcohol! In the meanwhile, the other men, having listened to the entirety of the request, had frowned, liking this specific liquor seeing as, after all, it was one of this particular island's specialty. One of them in particular hissed, becoming frustrated the moment he saw the logo of the Marines on the back of Velvet's jacket:
"Hey now! What are the Marines gonna do with our wine?! That's a heck of a lot of the stuff you're wanting there!"
Velvet, her eyes half-closed as always, had turned her gaze in his direction. She hadn't thought that the words she had used would had alluded to her getting all of that alcohol for the Marines in particular... In fact, she had absolutely no want to share the wine with any of the soldiers she would eventually meet, not even with Nezuel, and he even the latter knew that she needed the wine for her cybernetics.
"I have the money, if that's what you're so pissed off at."
She replied with no real emotion in her voice, still as stoic as ever, then took something out of her pocket before letting it bang against the counter. The bartender almost choked on his own saliva once he realized how much Beli coins there were inside the leather bag, frozen. The other men, though, were still as angry as ever, and the one that had spoken before spoke yet again, albeit with a hint of hesitation within his voice, himself previously also bewildered by the sheer amount of money that had been casually given just like that:
"That's of no importance! We don't care about the money! Here, wine is history! Wine is culture! Our culture! You can't just come out of nowhere like that! For centuries, wine has been th-blahblahblah blahblahblah..."
Pretty quickly, that would be the only thing Velvet would hear from the man's mouth as, slowly, her mind would drift and head towards a path that she rarely, barely previously walked on during her lifetime... the path of her past memories.
It had been approximately only but a certain number of days ever since Velvet had last seen the corpse of the man who brought her within the Falcone mafioso family, the one that had tried to make her into a full-fledged assassin, and, unfortunately, the only thing she could say at the moment was how truly horrible her present situation was.
First, she now had no family to speak of anymore and no shelter to live within apart from some random hotel in the middle of nowhere that is Ko-Kane Island, which, really, was only but a place she used to make sure she wouldn't freeze herself to death outside during the night thanks to those incessant blizzards.
Second, it seemed as though the people hated her for the simple fact that she came from elsewhere, treating her like scum every time she dares come close to them. Hell, once, one of them just happened to pass by and, too drunk to speak correctly, he had tried to punch her in the face. Reflexively, she had raised her sword to his throat, though she had kept herself from killing him, only wanting to scare him away, which fortunately worked.
Third, for some reason, the wonderful gifts that were her cybernetics now seemed to malfunction for some obscure reason she wasn't really super-sure about. At times, they acted as if they were unstable, shaky and uncontrollable, and, last night, she had almost crumbled unto the bed the very moment she came close to it, as if the legs themselves had literally became only but pillars of metal that she had been sustained on.
Well, this morning, that almost hasn't changed at all... and it really, really sucked. Hell, even Hibiko wouldn't be able to express how terribly awful it felt: it was shameful, to say the least. Stuck in her bed for a while, kind of afraid to move and fall onto the wooden floor of her room, she had clenched her teeth, grabbed her sword - which had been sheathed, titling against the closet next to her bed, to its right -, then used it to push herself up. The result had been quite frankly extremely pathetic: slipping, she fell against the floor with a loud bang, which forced to hiss in pain, shivering.
"Oooooow...!"
That had hurt. Really hurt. Well, her legs didn't hurt as much, but her upper body now hurt like shit seeing as it was still recovering from all the wounds she had gotten that faithful night from back then. Fortunately, though, it seemed as if she had attracted somebody's attention, seeing as she heard footsteps coming from behind the door of her room. The only thing she hoped was that this person will be a bit more respectable than his drunken peer...
Once the door opened, she was met with a sight that she hadn't seen in years, or, at the least, one that she had forgotten a long, long time ago. The man was relatively tall and wore some sort of leather armor that seemed to blend between black armor and dark blue-colored samurai robes which had some strips of white here and there that looked like clouds. Apart from his eyes, the man hid his face underneath a cloth mask and kept his short black hair underneath what one would call an "Asian conical hat", beige in color. A large sword could also be seen on his back, curved and almost as tall as his own body, kept in a large sheath of metal and leather.
Seeing as she has never seen the person before and that he looked heavily armed, Velvet stared at him and deadpanned, pressing her chin against the floor, her eyes semi-closed now.
"Not the kind of help I had hoped for."
The man stared at her, then sighed, his eyes closed:
"I would have never thought they would had gotten so far as to give you new legs to walk on after such an incident..."
"You're the henchman who brought me to the Godfather."
Velvet replied calmly, almost boringly, whilst the man, in response, froze, his eyes widened:
"What impressive memory. You were only but a baby back then."
"I don't have to much to remember to anyways, apart from all the training I went through."
The man then asked:
"I suppose you are out of Fuel?"
"At this point, it's probably the only explanation I got for all of that. Then again, I don't even know what those things are supposed to be powered on. Seems like they went off just yester-"
Suddenly, the man walked forward and put three bottles of wine in front of her. At first, Velvet hadn't understood just yet, but then, as she slowly did, her deadpan would become more prominent, almost to the point of no return.
"No way."
"Unfortunately, that is what I found after I investigated the ruins. There was a blueprint over there, written by one of the Falcones, that described the entirety of your prosthesis, including their fuel source. It had been written that, since wine was an easy resource to deal with, they-"
"You do realize that this literally means that I will be forced to be drunk once in a while for quite some time, right?"
"Uh... yes, I do. Truth be told, however, you will probably acquire some sort of immunity to it later o-"
"I hate my life."
The samurai sighed behind his mask, crouched, then softly patted Velvet's head. For some reason, Velvet felt no offence to that at all. In fact... she found it rather comforting.
"Don't be so pessimistic."
He said, then stood back up before heading towards the door. He would stop once he heard Velvet's voice ask as she started inspecting her legs to see if there were any compartments that could be opened to welcome the wine bottles:
"Why are you helping me?"
He looked back towards her, then would seem to smile behind that mask before he looked away once more.
"There is no harm in having a little company now, is it?"
The man then left the room, leaving Velvet with her bottles of wine. She would stare at the door with her semi-bored eyes, then would sigh, almost in relief, as she realized that maybe, just maybe... she wouldn't be truly on her own for a while.
"...blahblahblah and that is why wine is very important for us! Hey! HEY! Were you listening to me?!"
The man that seemed to have been talking about his island's wine for what seemed to be a very long while now shouted as Velvet, blinking, was abruptly brought out of her flashback by his voice. She stood there for a moment, seeming confused, then shook her head before asking the young bartender:
"Was I... gone for too long?"
"A-About... ten minutes...?"
The bartender answered quite nervously, which made Velvet deadpan, unable to realize that this damn claptrap had been talking for so long, then sighed.
"Just go get the bottles."
"Y-Yes, ma'am..."
Whilst the boy quickly ran towards the storage room to get the bottles of wine, the man fumed in pure anger as it was now clear that Velvet had been ignoring him the entire time. Furious, he let out a loud cry then got off his seat before heading towards the swordswoman with a fist up, wanting to strike. The other men also seemed to transition from calm to violent as they too stood up.
Closing her eyes out of shame for all of these men's drunken idiocy, Velvet would put a hand on the sheath of her blade with another sigh, asking too herself why must all men be so stupid at times... but, also, where the man that had kept her company for an entire year had gone to.
Edited by Hibiko, Oct 28 2016, 12:41 AM.
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