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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 07:02 PM Post #1 | |||||||
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Oswald sighed as he browsed through the local property and rental listings. He had more than enough money, gained through nefarious ways, to set up a bakery somewhere. Indecisiveness was ruining him, as he had been thinking about it for a long time, but could never decide. The idea had mostly died, until he had contacted that giant man after which he baked a pie. Said baking inspired him once more to create a bakery so that he'd be able to cook for even more people while making a living, plus, he wouldn't have to go through any background checks in order to be hired. The stress of deciding was a bit too much, so he gave it a rest for now. Besides, it probably wasn't a good idea to set up shop here either, as he hadn't seen that many grocery stores that had every ingredient he would ever need. He'd rather set up in a bigger place, like Loguetown for example. With a sigh, he folded up the magazine and glanced around the park. It was a rather dreamy place, with sakura trees swaying in the wind, their perfumy aroma wafting down to him on the vernal wind. There were couples walking, and single people walking their dogs. He assumed them to be single, which was honestly and probably incorrect. Pretty much everybody in this world had a partner beside him. It was a point of despair for sure. Instead of glaring jealously at the couples, he placed the magazine over his head and leaned back on the bench. The soft and dreamy atmosphere and soft ringing of wind chimes were what comforted him into sleep. This time, it was Oswald asleep in the park. In his dreams, cakes danced and grew enormously. Confetti rained down from the sky and tides of melted ice cream ebbed at the cake shore. Oswald was spreading frosting everywhere, but to no avail, as it was now raining ice cream, which of course washed away everything. It was probably a nightmare, to be honest, but he'd never admit that something like this was frightening him. Most people would be happy to dream about cakes. |
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| Fresh | Feb 14 2017, 07:28 PM Post #2 | |||||||
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There is a distinct issue with today, and Dillon himself could not pinpoint what was wrong today. It had been a few days since his run in with the strange pie man who lusted so frivolously with him during his minute stay within his boat. They played a heated game of strip poker, spawned from accidental stubbornness. But it seems the poor boy decided he had overstayed his welcome. Really it would be great if Dillon never ran into the kid again. Because of that arduous single sided love that he held. Dillon would just end up breaking his heart. That's why he was hiking in a different part today, instead of the thick scent of pine this one was filled with the breezy ease of sakura blossoms. It was still a decent day, the clouds were sinking with a light white hue, meshing well with the blue in the sky. Dillon was fully dressed this time, wearing his coat, hat and his multiple layers of clothes. Strip poker rules were over the second the door opens after all. Dillon had been hiking quite far, and was far from his hotel so he decided it was about time to rest a spell, so he sat next to some man on a bench with a magazine over his head. He stretched his arms up and around the person, leaning his arm across the back of the bench, making sure not to touch the person who was clearly using this sleeping bench the same way he intended to. With his other hand he tilted his head back and crossed his long legs, having them leak about halfway onto the sidewalk that the bench was connected too. Dillon was not a romantic, and didn't notice the singulars wandering around the park, and he didn't let that bother him in his infinite weariness. Within moments of his eyes being closed he was dreaming of a large house on the open sea. A floating house. He was surrounded by all of his current family members, and they were hanging around playing board games in the living room. Lancia, Dragoon, Eleanor, and Ja'Rook were all there smiling and laughing. A tray of small snacks lay on the edge of the table as Dillon sit and watch his children passing the time between their trip to some island off in dreamland. Dillon seemed to be at peace, and drifted further off into a deep sleep, snoring lightly next to the strange magazine, covered person beside him. |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 07:54 PM Post #3 | |||||||
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There was an earthquake in cakeland. A rumbling grew into a frightening thunder as the towers of cake collapsed around him. He dodged a few, but eventually, as he stared up at the largest, he knew he wouldn't be able to dodge it. Instead, he prayed, on one knee as the cake was about to squish him. Instead of dying, he woke up, eyes clogged with gunk. It took him a moment to clear out the systems, but once he did, he could see everything crisp and clear. The sky was vibrant, blending in with the clouds dreamily. It hadn't gotten too late, given the people still out and about, but the sky was noticeably just a bit less vibrant. As he was turned away from the man upon waking, he didn't notice that the familiar giant had sat next to him. Instead, his eyes quickly spotted the magazine on the ground. He shrugged, it must have fallen off of him while he slept. If that were true, it wouldn't have surprised him given the fact that he had probably tossed and turned during his fitful nap. To ground himself, he leaned back into the chair, flinching and jumping back when he felt a long appendage there across the bench's top. Turning around slowly, as to not alert whoever it was, most likely a creepy, he flinched again at the familiar site of the friendly giant. Butterflies blossomed in his stomach, causing him to get up and place his hands on his hips. He was loud, and people glanced towards him, but he didn't really care in the slightest. His tone was unwarranting-ly defensive and harsh, perhaps it was the shock and the fact that he had woken up merely moments ago. "You could have just woken me up. I'm pretty sure that was sexual harrasement!" Edited by Maple, Feb 14 2017, 07:55 PM.
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| Fresh | Feb 14 2017, 08:09 PM Post #4 | |||||||
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What was that smell? That familiar smell of baked goods... There was someone in the kitchen someone familiar... Vaguely familiar... The voice in the distance of the kitchen... Dillon stood from his couch leaving his children to play as he walked into the kitchen to see Oswald in a tight apron, holding a tray of cookies. Oswald looked back at Dillon with a deep blush on his face. And in a fit of fright, Dillon awoke with a sudden snore, as his head jutted forward, dropping his hat on his lap. There he saw the stuff of his dreamish nightmare sequence. The man from just a few days ago stand before him obviously disgruntled, and in his tired stupor Dillon blinked with no words for about a minute, eyes were staring at the group, and he slowly began to assess the situation... Magazine... Clothes... He just slept next to that very man he was trying to dodge. "Nonononono" He said shooting up putting his hands out as he looked around. "I was just trying to nap I didn't think you were the one who was next to me, I thought this was a sleeping bench for public use." He said trying to warrant for his actions. "I'm just a man. Who was tired. I did not touch this man in any sexually threatening way!" He said as he quickly took off his glove and tapped his own cheek. In a blur, with a pop Dillon was out of the situation and placed casually behind a thin sakura tree in the distance where he was hiding poorly. "Ohhhhh god.... Everyone in that park thinks I am into him. This is getting public now.... What to do what to do!" He shouted bashing his head against the tree, before realizing his hat was not on his head with a few well timed pats. "Nooooo. No. I. FUCK I can't leave the hat. But if I go back it'll look like I'm stalking him..." Dillon was having a fashion and an existential crisis both at the same time as he slouched visibly beneath the tree and shoved his head between his arms, outstretched across his knees in a fetal-like position. He lay there motionless with thoughts running through his mind. Ranging from those of polite nature to aggressive. The hat was part of his signature look... If he didn't act soon the boy might take it as a collectors item! Dillons mind was racing and didn't realize that he was still within eyesight to the very visually-able, especially because these sakura trees were quite thin in girth. With a defeated sigh he just continued to think. He could maybe wait for someone to take the hat, and teleport them out with his paws... But that was dangerous. What to do... What to do! |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 08:37 PM Post #5 | |||||||
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Was Oswald still dreaming? The titan had woken up, panicked, denied any touching, but then just disappeared. It hurt his head to think about, but he was definitely not dreaming. The hat had been left on the ground, and he could clearly make out the wording on nearby signs. You couldn't do that in a dream, therefore he was certain of his wakefulness. The people around him, satisfied that the pink haired boy was safe, continued their motions of walking through the park. They probably believed him to be younger than his actual age, but if that kept him safe, then so be it. It made him think, what were the man's true intentions? He didn't believe the excuse, not for one minute. That man had to be up to something, was this some sort of fraud scheme? Never once in his life, had an attractive man like that ever gotten into his life like this. He wasn't exactly mad, just frustrated and defensive. The hat had been left on the dirt pathway. Oswald stared down at it, eyes lingering. Before he picked it up, a sudden breeze blew sakura petals his way. He turned towards the large blossoming tree, smiling at the pale pink that matched his hair. The hat was smooth and velvety, feeling completely different than how it looked on the outside. Perhaps he could keep it, if the man had just disappeared from reality of course. Not knowing what to do, he plopped it on his head and laughed at how big it was. The rim fell just below his eyebrows, completely hiding his sakura colored hair. The thing smelled kind of ashy, even if it appeared completely clean. It was a curious scent, one that he couldn't put his finger on, even if he scoured his memory for what exactly it reminded him of. He was finished with his sleep, the dream having helped him to make his decision. Instead of having a bakery, he would work freelance. But for now, he felt that his skills weren't good enough to market. In order to improve them, he'd absolutely have to bake a few mega cakes. Although, the one bit of trouble he'd have, would be finding anybody willing to have a cake baked for them. It sounded like something easy to do, because everyone liked cake, but not so easy in practice. Nobody would just randomly accept a cake from a stranger, especially one that looked as mischievous as him. Trying to forget the supernatural occurrence of the man disappearing, Oswald made his way out of the park, grabbing the flyer again on his way out. Towards the outer edges of the park, was another set of benches around a large fountain. The baker was sitting on the bench that was shaded by the large water spewing man, so that his skin wouldn't burn from prolonged exposure. Flipping through the pages, he was trying to find a number he could call, or an ingredient store to actually buy the things that he would need. Even after spending so long flipping through the pages in the fountain shade, he didn't find anything that would prove helpful. |
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| Fresh | Feb 14 2017, 08:59 PM Post #6 | |||||||
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Despair soon turned to realization, there was the slim chance that he would ignore the hat and see this as some crazy happenstance. Maybe the hat would stay on the ground long enough for Dillon to swipe it without other people seeing him. Dillon stood up and looked back at the bench from behind the tree and realized that the boy was gone and so was his hat. "No... God damn it." Dillon drew out with despair as he grabbed a branch and began to tug it in frustration. "No no no! Where is my hat!?" He shouted off into the distance, getting a few looks of estranged curiosity from some more members of the passerby variant. He quickly decided the only course of action was to stalk the boy and retrieve the hat at an opportune time, otherwise he would arouse the already aroused suspicion of the lovesick Oswald. He pulled his gloves off and dashed full speed for an open section within the park and slammed his palms into the ground, launching him high into the air with a very audible "pop." He was falling quite fast and needed to look quick from his new areal vantage point and managed to see something at the edge of the park. A small tinge of hot pink, amid the smooth sakura emerging further away from the now visible fountain. He tapped his back and in another sickening "pop" he was placed right behind the large statue of the man. He was holding his position as carefully as he can, with sun beating down on him, causing him immense distress in the form of sweat. He peaked his head past the head of the fountains man and looked down. The kid was wearing his hat, but more importantly to others he was perusing a catalog it seemed. Dillon raised a curious eyebrow as he tried to look at what the boy was reading, but in his ever looming curiosity he had slipped off of the very small footing behind the posing statue of a man that was spewing water and splashed with a great force in the middle of the fountain. The fountain wasn't deep, but it was deep enough. His body lay motionless in the water as he attempt to keep his head up with all his strength. "HEL-GRRLGLGR HELP ME!" He shouted as he slowly lost his strength under the pressure of the water and his fruit. If only he fell vertically and not horizontally he would be standing harmlessly in the water His life was in the hopeful hands of nearby park goers, he would even accept the help of the strange man, but as the lights grew dim in his mind he could only find himself going completely still in the 3 foot pool of water. His life as a coal miner slowly began to play out in his head. From the death of his father to the black lung, to the days and days of slamming at rock in a deep dark tunnel... At the end of that tunnel though was a light... What did he see? What did he see at the end of that bright tunnel. This couldn't be it for him right? |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 09:13 PM Post #7 | |||||||
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There was a large splash behind him, one that got him considerably wet. With an agry sigh, and fire sparking in his eyes, he turned around to glare at whatever youngster had done so. Instead, he found nothing. Confused, he put down his flyer, and walked to the edge of the fountain. Peering down, he was surprised, confused, and panicking. The attractive man was.. Drowning? He called out for help, before being submerged into the relatively shallow body of water. Obviously, Oswald was going to help him of course, but he took off his sneakers and socks before hopping into the coppery smelling water. It was strange because instead of struggling, the man was completely and absolutely motionless. Once he made it to the struggling man, Oswald got onto his knees before sliding his palms under the head of the giant. His flowing locks made it hard for him to grasp, but he eventually managed to get a grip. Oswald was weak in every way, or more like just average, but it took a lot for him to manage to lift the head up enough for the baker to slide his knees into the space under the other man. His arms were like rubber now, but at least his head was above the water. With the giant's hat still on the normal sized man, Oswald sighed and rolled his eyes before commenting on the situation. Of course he was happy about saving the man, but everything that was happening was just too strange to be completely calm and okay about. "I'm literally fucking speechless. I have no comment, and if I did, it wouldn't be pleasant. Why the hell did you splash me though?" Edited by Maple, Feb 14 2017, 09:14 PM.
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| Fresh | Feb 14 2017, 10:05 PM Post #8 | |||||||
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The light at the end of the tunnel was the shining brilliance of the sun as Dillon cough up a large amount of water from his lungs. As he spit the coppery water back into the fountain his eyes wandered up to a shade blocking out the sun, he saw his hat... Hat... Hat... Head. "AH!" Dillon shouted in a frightened manner. The boy had jumped in and saved him. He saw his eyes shining down on him, and his burnt hazel eyes glowed back in a hopeless stance of crippled movement. He thought about his words carefully, because this was definitely a bad situation for Dillon. If he insulted the love-struck boy he could very well hold his head under the water, and it would be horrible for Dillon. "Thanks for not allowing me the horrible and bitter taste of death." Dillon said in a very appreciative manner. Dillon bit his lip as he looked up, "I'm terribly sorry for splashing you I just wanted my hat back, its part of my look, it makes me me. And I was trying to avoid making our encounters more awkward..." He said in a shy manner. "I was gunna wait until an opportune moment struck and swipe the hat back." Dillon confessed in an awkward hush. This was a bit of a predicament, being saved by the man he was trying to dodge due to such a heated evening just a few days ago. It was awkward for both of them he was sure, but the determination that the man showed towards Dillon that night was definitely true in Austin's eyes. It made Dillons manner of actions the past few days most awkward until he could set out to sea with his kids once more, and for a man of Dillons stature that was saying something. The gentle giant was not so good at dodging his relationship issues. His mind was getting hazy under the water but he was sure that this man of such affection would not harm him. All the same as he felt like he himself was slowly dying, as if he was but a head on a lifeless corpse. His lifeless body lay under the water still, completely unmoving, he felt his strength constantly fleeting under the water. "Now I really and I mean I really hate to be a bother, but is there.... There anyway we could maybe continue this conversation out of wa... Water?" He said as his eyes grew heavy with wear. He was staying conscious on pure willpower alone, the power of the sea was sucking his remaining strength with every passing second, and the hissing of the statue above him turned from less subtle to something of pure terror, the sound of running water, rushed Dillon's heads with ideas, like the water was slowly rising and he would soon be consumed. "Please I'll do anything!" He said as his eyes turned black with fright. He was losing himself to the fear of the ocean. |
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| Maple | Feb 14 2017, 10:22 PM Post #9 | |||||||
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Oswald nodded to everything the other man was saying. It was common courtesy to save one from drowning. It was kind of curious how the man was somehow unable to swim or even stand up in water than shallow. Perhaps it was just some kind of paralyzing fear. Yea, it was most likely thalassophobia or something like that. Apparently, the hat was really important to him, so Oz actually felt pretty bad about wearing it. It was just on the floor once he had disappeared so he assumed it was free for the taking. He also apologized about splashing him, which was only kind of understandable. In all honesty, this man was probably very annoyed by him, and it made Oswald cringe. The guy was even talking about how he planned to sneak up on him and take the hat away, it was only mildly unsettling, to say the least. "Yea um, no problem about the splashing thing." The body of the man remained still, even while talking. Was he paralyzed somehow? Oswald hoped it wasn't his fault or anything, but that was probably not the case, as his head was moving just fine. Although, as he continued talking, he said he wanted to get out of the water as soon as possible. Oswald agreed with him, as people were starting to give them funny looks. He agreed with whatever they were probably thinking, it was really weird to be in a public fountain like that. His face grew panicked, frightened immensely. It seemed over dramatic, but the pink haired man tried pretty hard not to judge. He did not know of the experiences felt by the other, and of course, did not understand his phobias or fears. In order to end that expression on his face, Oswald found some adrenaline induced strength and lifted his back up so that it leaned on the fountain rim. Taking a break to compose himself, the lift having taken a lot of energy from him, he dragged the rest of him over the rim, the man's large body hitting the dirt with a thump as he lacked the strength to let him down softly. "What's your name again? I surprisingly didn't get it yesterday, haha." Edited by Maple, Feb 14 2017, 10:23 PM.
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| Fresh | Feb 15 2017, 12:55 AM Post #10 | |||||||
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Dillon could feel his strength returning quickly as he was removed from the water. He quickly began to wiggle his fingers in delight as not being dead and raised both fists into the air, triumphantly. "Oh thank you so much. The devils curse would of taken me in such an embarrassing place. Damn fruit kills me sometimes." Dillon said raising his paws to the sky as he quickly grabbed his gloves and placed them back over the dangerous reflecting bouncy death. He could tell the boy was confused as to just what had happened, and as Dillon sat upright, and turned himself to Oswald he went ahead and explained. "If you wouldn't of grabbed me I would of been immobile until my untimely death, I ate a devil fruit some years back, and its made water hate me ever since. I greatly appreciate it and owe you a great deal." He said bowing his head as he took a knee, soon standing up to max height and slicking his wet hair back. "Usually I don't make young men such as yourself wet." He said in a coy manner without realizing it. He looked around at the park goers who were returning to their usual day to day routines, after such excitement as a man drowning in a pool, they had enough of the scene, leaving only the two of them near the running fountain. Dillon sat on the ground, propping his back against the fountain, and looked over to the man. "Dillon Austins. Pirate Captain of The Family. I travel the seas with my kids, I just wanna show them the world." He said leaning his head back, allowing his hair to dip into the water. "It's occurred to me that being the man I am, that I have misplaced your name as well... Have we truly met on such strutted circumstances and grown so in tandem without but a first name?" Dillon asked for the mans name, he figured if not as a lover he could know his name and appreciate it as a savior. Dillon flipped his hair back and away from his eyes which were returning to a burnt hazel as he looked over the man once more. "Please allow me to make it up to you this time. For saving my life. What do you wish for?" Dillon said with a warm smile, the kind of warm smile he gives his kids. He quickly shot up and extended his hand for a firm handshake. He wanted to repay this man for saving his life, even if he was terribly infatuated with him, he could endure another afternoon of lovey dovey attitude if it meant he got to keep breathing another day. After all his company wasn't that bad... It was just situationally heated. Maybe the not showing back up at the boat for a few days was a sign that maybe Dillon wasn't for him? Well there was only one way to find out and that was to go on another wild and exotic date with the baker. |
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| Maple | Feb 15 2017, 02:14 AM Post #11 | |||||||
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Oswald was pretty confused, to say the least. Up until now, he had thought of devil fruits as a thing of legend. The idea of having powers like that was absolutely insane and exciting at the same time. He had heard myths and legends of their powers. One he remembered most prominently was the fire type logia, but he couldn't remember that much about it other than the fact that the user was apparently able to eat fire and stuff. However, logias were very very rare, and given the fact that devil fruit users were rare in themselves, he doubted the man had something that powerful. For being a pirate, this man was very very kind. His experiences with pirates have been very negative. In fact, the first one he had was when a crew took over his ferry and ruined his dreams. Oswald was very confused because pirates were supposed to be dirty evil crooks, but this man seemed to be the complete opposite. However, his admission made him trust the giant just a tiny bit less. Especially with the fruit of a devil, which was frightening on its own, even more so with the man being a pirate too. Now Dillon was asking for his name, and he hesitated for just a moment. "I'm Oswald Edwards, the eventual best baker and confectioner in the world." He took the man's hand, which was very much larger and stronger than his own. He was wearing a pair of gloves, probably to hide the palm thingies on his hand. It took a bit of thinking, but Oswald had the sudden connection between the man's hands and his apparent usage of a devil fruit. His hands were most likely connected in some way, which either made him a zoan or a paramecia type user. Dillon was thankful for Oswald having saved his life, which was to generally be expected of course. But apparently, he wanted to make it up to him any way he could. An immediate thought came to mind, but he dismissed it with a blushing face. He knew the giant probably wasn't interested in sex, so he'd try to tone down the perviness as much as he could. It probably wouldn't work, so he'd just ask to do something mundane. "Hm.... Maybe you could go on a walk with me or something and just have a chat? Also, I'm interested in that devil fruit thing, I never thought they were real. What did the fruit taste like?" Edited by Maple, Feb 15 2017, 02:15 AM.
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| Fresh | Feb 15 2017, 02:40 AM Post #12 | |||||||
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Dillon let go of Oswalds hand as he heard his name and gave a firm and warm smile, even though the man had been blushing from the thought of Dillon's request. "Just walk and talk? I can definitely spare the time, but I can do you one better." He let out with a happy disposition, as he began to look around. He was wondering where they could walk to as he has been on this island quite a bit, but the sights to sight-see with his own seeing eyes were that of little to no interest to either party. Dillon and Oswald were neither professional martial artists, nor dojo owners. So it made this island rather difficult to wander about in. If Eleanor were here she would surely wish to see the sights of the city, despite living here for so long. But Oswald was definitely not his 13 year old daughter. Easily amused is not was Dillon pegged Oswald for. Unless it included the good looks of Dillon that is. He continued to let Oswald wear his hat even. He was sure to get it back by the end of the day eventually. After all Dillon had a debt to keep. "Hmm..." He began to rub his chin as he looked onward towards the path and saw a bulletin board. He held up his fingers to wait one second and within a minute he was running back with a flier in his hand. There was to be a play at the park that Oswald and Dillon had originally met. "What do you say we make it a date?" Dillon said in a nonchalant manner as if he was talking to a friend. "We can talk on the way there. It's Hamleeeet." He said in a suave, yet child-like manner. He was a man of the art's despite their ever-present lack of existence on the dead island he had taken a hold of for so long. The mansions at the top of the tunnels were definitely full of the finer things in life and Dillon took personal hold of those things. He pointed them towards the path they should be taking, as he has the way to his personal park memorized, and was quite excited to walk back there once more after dodging it for a few days. "So you're interested in my fruit?" Dillon said as he began to take off his gloves and showed his chubby paws on the palm of his hands to Oswald, as they walked. He poked one with his finger and it bounced playfully. "This is the Paw Paw fruit. Anything that touches the paws gets rejected." He said in a plain manner. "It's a little hard to understand without seeing it." He added as he looked around for onlookers, which he saw none. He tapped a tree with the paw and forced his hand forward, the tree uprooted, snapping getting launched into another tree, causing the thrown one to turn into pulp. "Gah that was louder than I expected, I'm sorry." He said as he cleared out wax from his ear in pain, soon putting his gloves back on for safety sake. "Eating one of them means you sink to the bottom of still water, that's deep enough. When I fell my whole body got submerged, and the sea saps your strength, that's why my head fell under the coppery blue of that fountain." He added as he shoved his hands in his pocket after pushing back the sides of his duster. "Fruit tasted really bad. Really bad... Like. Chalk, aluminum and wet cardboard." Dillon said as his face turned to visible disgust at the thought of the taste. His eyes wandered down to Oswald. "What about you, I wanna know more about you!" Dillon said excitedly. |
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| Maple | Feb 16 2017, 04:42 PM Post #13 | |||||||
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Oswald absolutely adored plays and such, therefore he was absolutely ecstatic about going to go see it. He had never seen a play like that before, so he nodded in agreement enthusiastically. As he followed the giant alongside him as they walked, his ears perked up as he started talking about his devil fruit, which Oswald was still pretty shocked about. In all of his life, he had never expected to see one. Dillon took off his palm, exposing the large puffy paws on his palms. The pink haired chef had known that something was up with the pads on the other's hands, especially after he had revealed his usage of a devil fruit. From what the man was saying, after having poked one of the paws, was that they 'rejected' anything they came into contact with. Did that mean Dillon wouldn't have to be the one that broke up with his partners, and that his hands would be the one to do the job for him? It would have been hilarious if that was the only power he received, but kind of sad though to be honest. Yea, the man didn't do a great job of explaining the powers, so he watched anxiously as he approached a nearby tree. What if he made it catch on fire or something, or turned it into a pastry? Neither of those things would probably happen, as they had nothing to do with rejection. Suddenly, after tapping a tree, it was uprooted very quickly and sent flying into another, causing a flurry of wood chips to fly up into the air. It was frightening and shocking to say the least, as the noise absolutely caught him off guard. "Yea, it was kinda loud. That's pretty cool though, I always thought about having like a pastry fruit or something, before I knew they were actually real." As the man talked about the weaknesses, the premise of devil fruit powers didn't really seem that exciting anymore. Oswald loved swimming, and pirates sailed on the sea. It seemed like a massive disadvantage to drown if you came into contact with deep water. Oswald cringed as the giant described how the fruit had tasted, it sounded like something he burnt as a child and hid in the cabinets for months, only for it to fester and mold. Now, since Dillon was trying to get to know him, Oswald felt embarrassed. There was nothing unique or extraordinary about him like having a devil fruit or being a pirate or anything cool like that. The only thing Oswald could think of would be the baker thing and the bounty thing. "I'm not that interesting of a guy. I was on my way to a confection school, but my ship got raided by a pirate crew. They were looking for some kind of fruit, most likely a devil fruit, and found it. It was a large white strawberry with swirls and ruffles all over it. I didn't know at the time that they even existed so I smacked it out of my way and into the ocean as I escaped. Since I was spotted on the ship, I was given a zero dollar bounty so they could fuck up my life. I couldn't get a job or anything so I became a free-lance cook." Edited by Maple, Feb 16 2017, 04:43 PM.
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| Fresh | Feb 17 2017, 10:03 PM Post #14 | |||||||
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Dillon was wandering through the trees as he listened to the small tale that Oswald was regaling him with, of being a simple man, of simple terms, under unsimple circumstance. With a rough rub of his gruff upon his chin he was wondering how he could input on this mans story. "Having a bounty of zero is just embarrassing my friend. But I can see how that would be an issue with your adult life." Dillon stated as he tipped downwards and looked at Oswald in the eyes. "But you can do a lot of things, that don't include having a resume there." He said booping Oswald on the nose, with his finger tip. "Now that fruit though, that was definitely a devil fruit. But since it's at the bottom of the ocean it's probably transformed another fruit from somewhere else, back into the thralls of the world, they are quite strange I'll givem that." Dillon said with a pat on the shoulder, as they neared the park. With a skip in his step and a turn he looked at Oswald with a smile. "A pastry fruit would suit you, that pie was great." He let out as he twisted once more to the front. The scent of pine once again filled the air, as the afternoon sun began to wane, for it would be night soon. Dillon took note of some travel goers, who were all ganging up and walking in tandem. With a pointed finger Dillon began to walk towards the stage. "So what are your plans in life as a "wanted" man Oswald? It can't all be bad luck and untimely circumstance can it? You've never wanted to settle down?" Dillon asked in a wondrous tone, unaware of this mans goal. Ever since the incident it seemed to be that Oswald was much more reserved, and less active in his pursuit of love, so maybe this date was just the right thing Dillon needed to get to know the man behind the love, and to maybe let him down a bit easier. They were nearing the outside area for a small "gathering in the park" play. There were a series of benches littering a hill and at the bottom was the stadium where it looked as if actors were getting ready for their performances. Dillon took note from Oswald on where to sit, because Dillon was perfectly fine sitting anywhere, front, center, back, middle, hell even behind the stage is fine with him, but it probably wouldn't be fine for those actors. Dillon chuckled at this thought as his lazy demeanor soon seemed to melt back onto his face, as his slight slouch returned. "One of my favorites myself. Can't wait to see the justice done for it." He mumbled to himself as he looked at the actors preparing themselves for the first scene, awaiting the signal of night so they could light the nearby torches for the first scene of Hamlets dead father talking to Hamlet himself. As the play continued the scene faded to black as Dillon and Oswald enjoyed their date. Eventually parting ways as the night sky began to wane, with a returned hat Dillon was ready to leave for a new island with his family. Hopefully one day Oswald and he would meet once more. -End- Edited by Fresh, Feb 20 2017, 09:12 PM.
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| Hibiko | Feb 23 2017, 01:20 AM Post #15 | |||||||
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This SL has been graded. Oswald: 5 DP & 1,000,000 ![]() Dillon: 5 DP & 1,000,000 ![]() Edited by Hibiko, Feb 23 2017, 01:20 AM.
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