It's coming! The Angel of Love, Valentine! The month of February. In our world, it is a special month which harbours one very specific holiday where lovers of all kind and all around the globe celebrate the time they have spent together. Yes, for it is the holiday of Valentine's Day, ruled by many flowers and overrun by many chocolate boxes bought by people with a great lack of imagination.
But, in this world... Valentine's Day is not a day of celebration, and not a day people crave to reach. Flowers and chocolate are nowhere to be seen during such a holiday. Oh, no, there aren't any, no... Instead, the people arm themselves with whatever they can muster. Swords, guns and whatever kind of weaponry exists to defend themselves from the incoming yearly threat of the arrival of the Angel of Love, Valentine, a terrible being who only wishes for people to be enslaved by their own emotions, for his - or her? - own pleasure!
So, shall you defend yourself against Valentine's terrible plea? Or shall you become enslaved to your own cravings for an entire day? The choice is yours.
For this Event, you will be asked to write a short story of a minimum of 4 paragraphs where your character - located in an alternate reality similar to the OPNW universe - confronts the terrible powers of Valentine, the Angel of Love. How Valentine's powers are shown in your story is completely up to you and so is its gender, and how your own character reacts to it all. Keep in mind that Valentine does not need to respect the laws of the One Piece universe in this specific story.
You are allowed to write a story for all of your characters. Once a story is posted, the character in it will be given a reward of 8 DP and 8,000,000 .
Dillon said in the middle of roomy lounge, surrounded around him were empty tables with lit candles, and empty plates. The bar behind him was manned by a single man, who was shining a glass. He was roughly 6 foot tall, with a chiseled chin and a form fitting beard of grey and black. His hair was slicked back in a respectable manner, and it seemed he was allowing Dillon to wait patiently for his late date. You see outside this beautiful and romantic lounge was a war path, of death and destruction, and lust. Bombs were going off and all the while Dillon was just sitting patiently, toying with his champagne glass as it was empty, and he was growing impatient. The last line of defense was Dillon it seemed. The barkeep finished cleaning his glass and brought over the bottle of champagne, uncorking it happily with a smile and filling both Dillon's glass and the empty one across from the large man himself. He set the bottle down in a bucket of ice as he went to the kitchen, coming back with two platters of shrimp dinners, placing one in front of Dillon and the other on the other side of the table next to the champagne. He bowed to Dillon as he quickly retreated, in as frightening and out of character manner as he possibly could to the kitchen, as he began to bolt the doors, as the front doors of the restaurant was forced open with the might of a boot.
What stand in the doorway was a luscious ebony beauty, standing at 8 foot 6 inches almost being as tall as Dillon. She was wearing knee high combat boots, with straps climbing from the toes all the way to her knees. Her skin was soft and supple, and the perfect color of delicious chocolate, with a behind, and thighs to match her form fitting bosom. With thigh-length shorts of camo coloring, in earthy tones, but of a heart based pattern, and a shirt, that hugged her stomach, and was black in color, sliced at the shoulders to create a sleeve-less shirt. She wore black finger-less leather gloves, and tipped her ball-cap with a bow in the shape of a heart on it, as she walked in. A sinister smile filled her red lips, as she took a seat and tipped her ball-cap upwards. Her sweet red eyes peered to the very cold black heart of Dillons and attempted to make some move in on his mind. She let out a huff as the silence began to fill the room, the screams from outside slowly subsiding, as the bombs stomped, within just a few minutes it was just those two and the hum of the candles surrounding them. The woman lean on the table as she stare at Dillons face entranced but in control of this man's looks, with an almost unresolved confidence, as she was determined to free him from the thralls of loneliness, in the most exciting and dangeresque way she could imagine, and for a Goddess of pure and unaltered love, she can imagine quite a lot.
Dillon stared lazily into her eyes and began to think on what the silent woman could possibly see in him, as the warpath she paved to meet him was both terrifying and impressive to the man. His eyes wandered back to his champagne glass as he ran the rim of his finger across the rim, slowly picking it up and taking a sip before setting it back down, the smell of shrimp soon filling the restaurant, as it was going uneaten so far. He had come to the conclusion that she had wanted to burn this coal filled heart of his, and fuel it into something glorious like a fire. But like all fire, it is fleeting to him, and he would not have anything produced by such a crude manner of energy that enslaved and murdered his whole island. The woman raised a finger and opened her lips but Dillon reached across the table and put his pointer across hers. His eyes looked pained as his breathing became damp and heavy with a lone sorrow, but it was a lone sorrow he accepted with just duty, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He looked down to his shrimp and popped one into his mouth in a very depressed manner as the woman before him seemed shocked. She was clearly ignoring the meal, and as her eyes forced there way harder into the pupils of Dillon she saw a barrier that was impossible for her to move past. She herself began to overthink as Dillon usually does and with two people overthinking the situation can often-times become catastrophic.
Dillon was in no interest to fight, she noticed. But Dillon noticed that she had a hostility to her, as if she couldn't claim something that was hers. Dillon sighed and grabbed his fork, tapping the tip to his champagne glass as he pointed his fork to the girl before him. She seemed shocked, her overthinking clearly reading that Dillon wished for her to drink but not speak, and she caught on that speaking would probably ruin this entire mood as brought on by the pure dedication of Dillon. She sipped her champagne and reached for a singular shrimp, setting it on her tongue and crushing it within her mouth a mere second later. She was the kind of woman, an honest woman just like he was an honest man, that he would've looked for given better circumstances of his infertility being both unsatisfying to him and her. Of course he had no romantic connection to this woman, and intended for nothing to happen between them, maybe in another day and age. But that was not today.
They finished their champagne in silence as Dillon let out a sigh of solemn release and let out a small smile, as he bowed his head in thanks for the company of his meal. In this nod the woman definitely felt that she was not in control of the situation, and was unable to bring the man to her knees begging for anything and everything. She stood up and tipped her ball-cap, biting her lip in a frustrated manner as she stuck her hands in her pocket and began to slouch in a very "hoodlum" like manner. She walked out of the restaurant unsatisfied in one manner, but completely understood on why. Dillon, with a scoot of his chair tipped his tattered hat, and pushed his coat back jamming his hands into his pocket as he wander to a seat near the windows and looked outside, to see the woman walking away in a very sad manner, with a series of death, and jubilation filling the landscape where she walked into the distance. With a sigh he moved the curtain, and set his hat down on the table nearest to him, slouching down against a wall as he stare into his hands, wondering what could be, and realizing what could be is the wrong question. What will be is the proper question. Dillon let out a resigned sigh. Valentines isn't for everyone.
The fire crackled and fizzed against the logs that were being seared within, providing an ample amount of warmth to the dimly lit room that a certain bird was resting. There was no other light other than that of the fire, flickering and fluttering as the woman stared into it's flames. She took a sip of her warm drink, and sighed, resting rather comfortably on the Sofa, with her legs folded against the cushions. The light of the fire could just about make out her beautiful face, and how sullen it was, as if she was struck with such pensive sadness.
This was just another day, she thought, it didn't have any meaning, nor did it matter. Those were the things she said to convince herself, as she looked on in melancholy, knowing it was a lie. She placed her warm mug on the table and let out a sigh, coursing her pale hand against her cheek as she shook her head, realizing how silly she was to be thinking about such things while she was working. "Get yourself together! You have a job to do!", She told herself, soothing her own doubts as she forced her thoughts away.
She was alone here, that much was true, and on this day especially, she had at least hoped she could spend time with the girl she was seeing before being whisked away to this lonely place. She let out another sigh of acceptance as she reached for her mug, until a sudden knock on her door stayed her hand. She froze for a moment, her eyes lingering on that door before another knock could be heard, this time a little more eager. The woman rose from the comfort of the sofa and slipped into her gown before approaching the door, having a certain caution in her eyes as she opened the door.
There he was, a man who looked to be in his twenties, with full brown hair and pale skin that shimmered off the moonlight above. He was wearing a simple outfit, slacks and a T-shirt, but it did well to show off his chiselled form. Her heart seized with a flutter of emotion as she stared at this man, barely being able to make out that it was just Jim, the man who lived next door, though she had only known him since this morning. He was a handy-man by trade, and seemed nice enough, but what he was doing here left to be seen.
"Ms. Lynda?, I uh, wanted to know if you wouldn't mind having dinner with me later?", He said rather bluntly. For a moment, the woman stared into space, taking her a little while to gather her thoughts as she remembered that was the name she chose to go by here. It was the strangest thing indeed, as she completely taken aback by a stir of emotions that made it hard to think clearly. Her heart throbbed uncontrollably as it seemed like this man came to deliver her from these sorrows, making her want to give in to the feeling, as after all, who wanted to be alone on Valentines day?
"Dinner? It's too late for that, but would you mind coming in? I have hot chocolate", She asked in return, her velvety smile making her intentions quite clear to the man. The man let out a simple smile and nodded, before being invited into her humble little abode, surely being quite eager to try out a delicious beverage in the home of a beautiful lady.
Inside, the pair shared a delicious cup of hot chocolate, just as she had promised, but what came after was a mixture of desperation and a simple desire to be loved. The man made the first move, stealing a sweet yet passionate kiss from the blue haired temptress, setting free the caged feelings she's had throughout the day as she had succumbed to the mans bewitching power. Soon after, the pair shared in each others sweet embrace, enjoying each others company long into the night as sounds of their affection filled the air. He had taken her from her sorrows and did so again, continuing to fill her with love into the early hours of the day, until finally falling asleep in each others arms.
Come morning, the rays of sunlight settled irritably on the woman's face, rousing her awake as she rose up, letting out a satisfying yawn as she still basked in the glow of the night before. Turning to her side, she noticed that the bed was empty, making her recall the events of the night before in vivid detail as she blushed. She rubbed her cheek as she vaguely recalled a sweet kiss early in the morning, though she must have still been in quite a daze, since she could still remember the man fizzling away into a puff of red smoke, though that was obviously impossible.
Lancia; Valentines Blues
Lancia was oddly more jovial today, as he got up with a rhythmic spring to his step, dancing and jiving as he put on his finest clothes and hummed as he checked himself out in his dressing mirror, making sure to blow a kiss to himself as good luck for what was going to transpire. As it turned out, the noble Knight from Camelot actually had a date! With a brimming beauty who stopped him after a ragtag concert at a bar, voicing her desire to eat with him.
Usually the man was used to such advances from the fairer sex, but something oddly clicked in him, making it very difficult for him to refuse such a request. Several hours and a haircut later, the man was primed, dressed and ready to impress, pacing casually towards that woman's home, as she had insisted on making dinner herself. Lancia felt quite warmed by her humble spirit, and so he took a keen shine to her, even going out of his way to bring a bottle of white wine to go along with whatever she had cooking, not to mention a red of roses to play on her heartstrings.
Knocking on the door, the man paused and waited...and waited...and waited, until what seemed like forever had passed by. Finally, a click could be heard from the other side before the door swung open, and there stood the pretty maiden he had met before, completely dolled up and looking like a billion beli. The man smiled as he presented the bouquet, being met with an adoring smile as she took it from him and invited him in, almost hitting himself on the door frame as he was high on a feeling of elation.
Getting comfortable by the dinner table, the man enjoyed a nice warm meal while sharing many tales with the woman, exchanging laughter and having a warm time, filled with good company and, quite a bit of wine. After a nice meal, the pair enjoyed each others company on the sofa, giving each other a loving embrace before sharing a kiss. Lancia was quite bewildered by her actions, not even being sure if he was awake or not, but even if he was, he so hoped no one would wake him from that moment, as he leaned in and partook in the delight that was the smiling maiden...
Olivia Valentine; What a stupid holiday
Olivia had always thought of this specific season as something trivial and even downright rude, as it had the audacity to tied to her own name. The red headed vixen could only sigh in dismay as she wished the meaning of that holiday were changed to something more exciting, like city wide slaughter or thievery. That being said, it wasn't all bad, as one could almost always find a loser that is too invested in this piece-o-crap holiday, and with looks like hers, she could quite easily squeeze them dry.
Pacing through the streets with her usual swagger, the woman wore a veil of sincerity as she aimed to ensnare her prey for the day. Sure enough, she had many eyes on her already, but she could see cheapness from a mile away, and steered well clear away from those bums. Her search had her pacing around the place a lot more than she had wanted to, god, was there no rich man out there amongst all these trash? Eventually, she did spot someone that caught her eye, or rather, she caught his eye.
The man approached her with that typical gumption that all men tried to exhibit when trying to woo a woman, and Olivia, in her amusement, let him do as he pleased, putting on an air of artificial interest to see how far this would go. There was an odd allure about the man, one that she had to ignore as her goal of stealing from him stayed prevalent in her mind. The man didn't even seem remotely shrewd to her plans, and accompanied her through out the day, taking her to restaurants and amusement parks.
Olivia, strangely enough, was enjoying herself -- and not because money was being spent on her, but rather because the man was fun to be around. By the end of the day, the woman was exhausted, but oddly content, even going so far as to hold the mans hand by the time the sun set. To her own surprise, she had completely forgotten about what she had originally set out to do, and lavished in the moment, secretly hoping it wouldn't end.
It had started with the arrival of one single woman.
Sophia had been, at the time, simply sitting at a bench close to the docks that neared said village. It was an island of which she had just recorded on her maps of the Blues and, to put it bluntly, it was just like all of the other ones. She had been drawing the island's shape and form onto her map with a single pen and the expert hands that guided it on the Lucy Fir ever since they arrived. Now was the only time she had decided to finally take a break and simply go read something while the others were occupied with whatever they needed to do before setting sail again.
The place was relatively basic, to say the least. The village was a plain old one with your basic inn, your basic hotel and your basic homes. In other words, it was a simple place that fitted the name of colony more than anything else. As it stands, the island was fairly average-looking, but it could very well harbour life. No doubt, all of the people living here will be able to do so for some time before they have to leave due to a certain tragedy. More surely, it won't happen any time soon.
The bench Sophia was sitting on was made out of wood, much like most of all of the other buildings that have been constructed on the island. It had only been ten minutes since the purple-haired girl had started reading, yet the sky was growing ever-so-darker by the minute. Noticing this, the smaller girl looked a bit disappointed, having not expected the time to have gone so quickly out of reach due to all of the work that she had done, and so, deciding that the remaining sunlight would not be enough to continue her reading, she put her bookmark between the pages she had reached, then closed the book.
The moment she did so, it was as if the sun had immediately disappeared from the sky. Her skin froze instantly and her eyes widened. Being an apprentice navigator makes you aware of how time works: when it doesn't actually work as normally as it should, especially with such critical speed, it is easy for you to grow panicked. She took a deep breath, gulping ever-so-strongly, then tried to raise her behind from the bench, only to find herself unable to do so.
"W... What...?"
Sophia blundered, confused, before she tried to get off the bench again, only making her incapacity of standing up even more obvious as it already was. Her breathing was now starting to become much faster than it truly should, and her eyes, frantic in their pace, tried to look around for the source of the issue.
Once she noticed the woman that sat beside her, she immediately backed off and let out a panicked scream. Well, as much as a panicked scream the poor little Sophia could muster, which more-or-less sounded like a rather pitifully cute squeal instead. She stared at the woman for a moment, noticing how beautiful she was and taking into account her wavy chestnut hair, her fairly average breasts and her curves, then tried to asked:
"W-Who-"
The woman then pressed her hand onto Sophia's left hand, which had been pressed onto the bench at that point in time. It was at this moment that the moe blob noticed that the girl was actually wearing a black bra, white sport pants and dark-red high heels. She was also definitely taller than her - about 6'5 in height - and smiling, which, for some reason, seemed to oddly calm the younger woman down.
"Hm... What an intriguing person you are... Such a weak-looking mortal..."
The stranger spoke up with a calm and soothing voice. If the smile had been calming down Sophia, the voice only made her feel completely calm at this point, void of the fear that once filled her lungs. Nevertheless, she still felt a little anxious and stressed. Nervous, she asked, this time with a complete sentence:
"Who... Who are you...?"
The woman, at this question, simply stared at Sophia before bending forward, her face simply stopping right in front of the glass-wearing girl's.
"My name is not that important, dear, though it does seem that you definitely have never heard of me... How curious. I thought mortals were afraid of my very existence..."
The stranger then slowly ran her hand onto Sophia's shoulders, smiling softly.
"I feel rather calm today. Perhaps it is because of you, little one."
"B-Because of-"
"Shhh... No need to speak when I do not tell you to. Allow me to... give you a choice, little one. This island here that you have set foot upon alongside your crew... you seem to enjoy its presence, do you?"
"Well... I... Well, I guess I do. I-I mean, I'm a navigator, I have to keep track of islands and maps..."
"I see... Well then..."
The woman then approached Sophia's ear before whispering in it. In the meanwhile, as the words flowed in her brain, the moe blob's eyes would start widening as she realized the gravity behind each letter that formed the sentence that was given to her. This woman, this... thing... was not normal. She was not Human, no, regardless of her appearance.
"So? Care to give me your answer?"
The stranger then asked soon after with that same smile of hers as Sophia stared at her with a re-surging panic, which came back from the dead after having been drained by the soothing calm that had been occupying her mind ever since the woman had arrived. No, no! This isn't real, this can't be real! No person can have such power!
"I... I..."
Sophia started looking towards the bench with widened eyes and shaky hands, trying to control her emotions, though, suddenly, as she had just started shivering, she stopped, her eyes still wide. It was as if she had somehow died right here and then, completely immobile and silent. It was as if she wasn't even breathing, which caused the stranger to frown, curious.
And then, a fist formed and landed straight onto the woman's face. The fist had definitely had been backed up with all the strength that Sophia could muster and, almost immediately, the sound of shattering bones and tearing flesh followed by the splatter of blood on the bench was heard. The pressure that had been caused by the attack had been enough to cause a loud sound almost across the entire island, and even the bench underneath them cracked as a response, which caused Sophia to suddenly be lifted off of it just enough to finish her destructing punch.
"Valkyrie Hand."
She muttered before she finished her technique, sending the stranger towards the docks as she crashed onto a ship. The woman, having not seen this coming, had let out a screeching cry of pain after she tried to move from the deck of the ship she landed on, her face having almost been completely ripped away, with a quarter of it now only being a bloodied part of her skull with a single eye lost, instead replaced with a deep hole with a single bright red dot brightening its insides.
"How DARE you?!"
The stranger stood up with cracking bones resonating from the entirety of her body as her body twisted and morphed, forming into some sort of strange and terrifying demonic-like creature. It stood for a moment before coughing out a quite impressive amount of blood and shouting.
"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE, MORTAL?! YOU... YOU!!"
The monster screamed once more before, suddenly, it noticed that Sophia was gone from the area where the bench once stood, now instead simply collapsed. It could see the piece of outside furniture from her, destroyed and therefore causing her spell to be completely useless. A single crater seemed to had been left into the ground next to the broken-down bench.
"Where the-"
Sophia then suddenly appeared from over the creature before she crashed onto it, causing it to slide across the entire ship and destroying parts of the deck in the process. She... had jumped from the area she was with her strength alone, only to end up directly landing on top of the creature. As they finished their sliding almost straight into the bowsprit, the bloodied and agonizing creature looked at Sophia, which stood on it, then gargled.
"D-Don't... you know who you are... messing with...?!"
"Yes... I know."
Sophia simply muttered with an almost emotionless visage before she raised her right foot, then slammed it straight against the creature's head. The impact alone was enough to make its head explode and parts of the ship underneath it to crack, unable to resist the strength of the purple-haired girl. Soon after the hit landed, the creature simply dissolved into a red liquid before slowly heading into the ocean and disappearing from existence.
And so, no one knew what had truly happened that day. Even Sophia herself had completely forgotten the events that unfolded and was surprised to find a fishing ship that neared the Lucy Fir at the docks had almost seen its deck completely and utterly destroyed. The owner of the ship had even scream out of agony when he saw the damages, crying his heart out in front of the entirety of the villagers of the island whom soon started repairing the ship alongside him out of kindness.
However, there was one person that would never forget what had happened that day... and it was Valentine itself. Still to this day, there are legends of this supposed person whom has beaten the creature, and, recently, people have heard the monster scream the name of "the one with the purple hair" aloud every year, cursing her very existence and wishing her a truly painful death.
A Cure for Boredom (Velvet G. Falcone)
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*If you want to read it, you will have to ask the staff about it due to the new 18+ rules.
A Lust for Power (Mizuki Makkunouchi)
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Sarah wheezed. She struggled to regain her breath. She looked back and saw a long red streak behind her, snaking back towards the river.
"Blood," she spoke quietly, "my blood."
Sarah traced the puncture-wound in her chest, her face greening as the numbness faded to agony. She knew the Angel would follow her. She shivered knowing Valentine was being literal when he said he 'wanted to win her heart'.
The thumping of wing-beats echoed through the glade.
"Why are you running?" An inhuman voice asked as moonlight danced off the bubbling waters. The Angel Valentine arrived, his white chiseled form perfection on earth.
"Stay back!" Sarah cried as she tumbled onto the humus. She clawed at the ground to escape.
"Come now, Sarah, I thought you wanted to give me your heart," spoke the Angel, his voice echoing like an orchestra of harp strings.
A surge of pleasure rushed through Sarah's body, and her blood boiled. A powerful warmth filled her, and her eyes glowed with a pink hue. Her body moved against its despairing will.
"Yes. I... Want... To give you... My heart." Sarah spoke in broken tongue, her voice robotic and her eyes dead. She stood up from the loam and walked towards the Adonis, towards Valentine.
The Angel wrapped his arms around Sarah's shoulders and held a hand to her chin. He looked deep into her eyes.
"Yes, that's my good little pet," said Valentine with a dangerous smile. "Now just hold still. I'll take away all of your pain..." Valentine lowered his hand until it hovered over Sarah's wound.
Sarah's eyes focused. She inhaled a sharp breath and then let loose a guttural scream. With a powerful motion, she threw herself out of Valentine's hands and rolled across the forest floor, leaves and twigs matting into her hair.
The Angel's face morphed from something heaven-sent into the Devil's visage. His white wings turned black, and he growled in rage.
"How? How do you continue to resist me? How do you resist this level of temptation?!" The creature bellowed, its voice like a train whistle.
Sarah managed to climb to her unsteady feet and smirked.
"I guess you could say, I've seen this act before," Sarah replied as she pulled her pistol from its holster and leveled the sights on the Angel's chest. She cocked back the hammer and pulled the trigger; a dull click echoed. The gun didn't fire.
"Tch, wet powder."
"If your heart has truly been broken, then give it to me. I'll always treasure it," spoke the Demon, his face splitting into such a lopsided smile it looked as if it could tip over and fall on its side.
"Sorry, Demon, but I know better than to ever give my heart away," said Sarah.
"Very well," the monster replied, "then I'll just have to take it by force."
Sarah smiled. She holstered her revolver and stood up straight. "I hate to say this, Valentine, but that's not going to happen," she spoke in a clear and calm voice.
"Oh? And why is that?" The Demon asked in a mocking tone.
"Because in ten seconds, Valentine's day ends and you're going to be dragged back to the Hell you crawled out of," Sarah replied, pointing at the position of the moon.
"What? No! There has to be more time! I should have an hour left!" The Demon bellowed as a ring of fire opened beneath him.
"You see, Valentine, this island is split into two timezones with this stream here being the crossing point," Sarah's smile twisted into a malicious grin. "Burn in Hell, monster."
The portal opened beneath him and Valentine's scream echoed through the glade. In a torrent of whirling flame, he was sucked down like hair in a drain. His last words were whisper quiet, "I'll see you next year, Miss Steel."
Neal sat in the bar alone on Valentines's Day drinking a beer, unsure where his crew was, he had planned to spend another Valentines's day in a bar searching for some girl all into love and Valentines to sleep with. Knowing that he was too focused on his plans to find someone to love, and that would just give him a weakness. Not having the option of finding a loved one yet, maybe some day, that and he hadn't found anyone that he cared about enough to try and pursue something more. The only thing he did was have some fun from time to time, which if he was lucky then he'd try to do tonight, get with someone who was out to find their own love, play the part and get lucky, leave them to themselves for the night. Drinking his beer he looked around the room full of people, plenty of men and women that he could try for.
It was as he was looking around that he spotted a woman sitting only a few stool seats away from him, she was someone who was taller than him, not being the tallest person around it wasn't hard to find people taller than him. She had long black hair and descent breasts, wrapping around her forearms with a tight top that made her breasts seem a bit better than they actually were. Tattoos along her left arm, the biggest part of it was a heart with other types of designs on it. She also wore torn jeans with boots, looking a bit like a fighter. Like Neal she was also drinking beer, he couldn't help but stare at her as she drank turning her head towards him and smiling as he stared.
"Stop staring, get up and move closer to her." telling himself, he couldn't he felt as if he was frozen in time staring at her, he felt so confident just a moment ago, something about this woman made him feel more than he had been. He watched as she was the one to get up and walk over to him, "Hello, you going to buy me a new drink or what?" the woman asked him, Neal shaking his head, "Uh right." turning to the bartender, "Hey! Get me another of whatever she was having!" telling the man before turning back to her, "Names Neal."
"V." she responded smiling at him.
"Nice to meet you." feeling strange with her, a good feeling, something he had never felt before, but he couldn't help but smile. Unsure what to say to her, he opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out.
V leaned in and kissed Neal on the lips, a long passionate kiss, the bartender set the beer down while they did, looking awkwardly before walking away from them.
Neal wanted to know her, learn everything about her, even if she had no devil fruit, he wanted to be with her. He didn't know why he felt this way, but he did. She pulled away from him,he tried to go back, but she grabbed the beer bottle and began drinking.
"What you're feeling is love or a form of it. I knew what you were going to do tonight, talk to the woman over there." she pointed towards a woman with some friends, "You would have gotten to talk to her, act like a nice guy, taken her back to your room and sleep with her. When you'd teleport her out of your room, she'd approach and try to talk to you. She would have felt like it was real, not everyone is like you and out here just to sleep around. You would have ended up taking her heart and killing her. And you wouldn't have felt a thing. You do this a lot, take people's hearts and crush them, you kill many innocent people for no reason than your selfish excuse of a past. You've felt what she would have felt for you, and now like you would have done, I'll be leaving, but I wont be killing you." she grabbed her beer and stood up, beginning to walk off.
Neal stared at her, taking in what she had just told him, getting up he rushed through the crowd towards her. Seeing her leave the bar he rushed out, as soon as he was outside he saw people walking by, not spotting V anywhere. Without her beginning to feel alone, barely understanding what she had done to him, he just knew he now felt alone and wanted to change that.
It was a cold day and Magnus had been running around his boat frantically looking for his hammer to prepare himself for what came for him. Most would love the idea of what came, but not Magnus. It was February fourteenth the most loving time of the year. A time when he would be visited by a creature that would surely make him fall in love. She came every year trying to get him to fall in love with someone and every time he has dodged her attacks that would surely subdue him and make him fall for someone.
This time was different. He wasn't in a place where he could really run around and fight her off till she had gotten bored and went to wreak havoc on other mortals. She could fight him to a point to where she would finally get him since he was out at sea. Magnus had finally found his warhammer and stopped in his tracks when he heard the flapping of wings in the distance. There was no doubt at this point that it had been her. The self proclaimed angel named valentine who always came to fight and force him to love others was finally here.
Magnus quickly turned around and charged towards her. Valentine stood there on the front of the boat with her wings behind her and a flirty smirk on her face. Valentine had pink wavy hair that always seemed to do her just right and never knot up. She wore a black crop top that stopped just above her nice flat belly. She had a belly button ring that was in the shape of a heart and was made out of what looked to be gold. To go along with her crop top she wore black leather pants that seemed to hug her thighs and of course her butt. She worse black heels that made her look taller and well at the same time sexier from certain men's point of view.
She brought her hand up and then waved her finger at him as if saying that what he had been doing was wrong. Then as he got close he was kicked back a couple of feet by her. "Oh boy...you knew this day was coming...The day you finally couldn't defend yourself against my advances....So do yourself a favor and...don't fight it." She said and then flicked her fingers. Once the noise was made a bow had appeared in her hands and she began shooting arrows at him with hearts on the end of them. The strange thing about her arrows were that they had glowed a bright red color that seemed a bit inviting like she had been perverting him every single time he saw her arrows. Magnus ran and gained cover and smirked a bit behind his cover. "Go away ya harlot! Tonight is not the night I succumb to the likes of you!" He said as he was sitting behind a couple of barrels full of food.
Luckily for Magnus she had visited an island and came to him late this time. It seemed like she wanted him to be the last person on her list to succumb to her devilish acts of so called kindness. Magnus knew she was right, he knew that he couldn't keep this up all night long. Not without a very sturdy shield that could stand such powerful blows and still not break after the first shot. It had been almost ten minutes of Magnus running for cover and being shot at by her till her finally realized that he can't keep running from this lady on a boat as small as his. He had to somehow handicap her to where he could fight her off till the night ended and she wouldn't be there anymore.
Magnus looked around and found a bag full of flour and quickly threw it at her. She only smirked and shot through it which caused the bag to break and the flour to go everywhere like a smokescreen. "Darn you! Don't think that your cute attempts will stop me from giving your heart to someone mr holt!" She yelled out in an almost lustful and yet frustrated voice. Although as soon as she couldn't see and stopped shooting her arrows a loud shout could be heard. "Vocal Push!" Magnus shouted as valentine now fell to the ground. Taken this opportunity he jumped on top of her and held her arms down so that she couldn't move or shoot any arrows. "D'ya really think you could get me this time valentine?" He said in a very smirky way since he knew he could hold her there until the days end.
Valentine had pouted, but soon smiled once again knowing that she could always do this again next year or the year after that. Seconds were remaining till he could finally let go of his grip on her. He knew when the clock struck twelve she would be forced to go back to the place where she had came from in the first place. Although one thing surprised him that night. She had done something he had never done before. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Magnus nor any person he knew of could have seen her doing that to him. Magnus wanted questions, but just as he was about to speak she had vanished back to the place where she had came from. Magnus got up and looked around. "What the bloody hell just happened..." He said kind of standing there in the middle of the night while his boat had still been moving to his destination. [/Spolier]
I'm a viking and I am staying at your house. How did you expect me to not raid your panty drawer? That's what vikings do! - Magnus Holt
Oswald was rather confused when he was woken up by his landlord. Apparently, today was Valentine's day, and Oswald was terrified. He had completely forgot that today was the day when the angel descended to the earth in order to entrance the mortals on the planet. In most situations, the pink haired male would be absolutely fine with going after his current crush, the head chef in the soup kitchen he worked for, but he really didn't want to lose his job. Most likely, the head chef was probably straight, and didn't go for younger guys anyway. He thanked the landlord but denied the machete offered to him, he had his quarterstaff for that.
For the rest of his day, Oswald was rather paranoid. He knew that the creature would most likely appear randomly throughout the day, but he didn't know when. For all he knew, the creature would appear at the worst moment, like when his hands were full of dough, or he was reaching into an oven or something like that. Knowing his serious lack of luck, that was exactly what ended up happening. Oswald absolutely positively hated Valentine's day with all of his heart. This is why he hated anything related to it, even the failed attempts at commercializing it.
He was elbow deep in a pound of sweet vanilla dough when the large cherub poofed into existence before him. Nobody else could see it of course, so it would have been very awkward to defend himself while trying to stay sane. When the creature first tried to cut him with its blade of lovingness or whatever, Oswald slowly defended himself by slinging the dough into the air, which dematerialized him for a few minutes, before the stubby little angel appeared sitting on the counter right next to him. Oswald sighed, this was not going to be fun. In order to keep his job and everything in his pants tucked away, he'd have to hold out against the hated and annoying little angle that was now trying to cut him again.
His first dodge was rather easy and only involved him swaying his hips a little. People glanced over to him, but Oswald started humming a pop song in a successful attempt at getting people off of his back. Most likely, they were also dealing with the stupid little angle. It wasn't always this easy, and the pink haired male resorted to keeping a whisk in his left hand to casually deflect the strikes of the cherub. For some reason, the tiny angle was rather slow, and therefore not the hardest to block. It seemed to pick up the pace as Oswald's shift was reaching its end. Now, the only thing he needed to do was make it a few more hours before the thing would disappear. He managed to finish the bread and cake for the homeless before quickly and curtly leaving the facility. It was a lot easier for him to dodge the attacks on his way home because he didn't care about what people thought and he was basically running away from the thing. Thankfully, it didn't follow him home.
Chase's Valentine
Valentine's day was a concept unknown to Chase. For some reason, the island on which he grew up was immune to the angel, that could not enter or even hover nearby, therefore it was never known to the people on it who could barely afford their own basic amenities, yet alone a den-den mushi bill. On each calendar of Marigold Island, there was no special wording or warning or even symbol that denoted this certain day. Luckily for the wellbeing and sound sleep on the eve beforehand, the locals did not know of the horrors caused by Valentine's day.
Chase's curiosity had been piqued when he heard a stranger speaking about it loudly on the street. They said that hey were afraid, and had been stocking up on ammunition for their weapon. Of course, being one who generally feared for his safety and wellbeing, Chase needed to know exactly what Valentine's day was and why people were preparing for it. Random strangers were not good banks of information, as the exact details were pretty much different each time. It went from a day with no rule of law in which all crime was legal, to a day in which an angel appeared to everyone to duel them, and if the angel won, they'd succumb to the powers of love and lust until midnight. Hopefully, it was the one that stayed within the world government's general law.
Currently, he was in a library and was researching this infamous day. When he had asked the librarian about a section on holidays and traditions, she directed him to a dark and damp corner of the archive in which some kind of fungus was most likely growing between the old yellowed pages. This didn't' gross Chase out, though, as he was quite used to it at this point. The worst he had ever seen was a book that had been drenched in body fluids and left out to dry in the sun during a humid spell. Needless to say, he had not gone near the ancient tome, regardless of the contents. After searching in this section for a while, he had found a book about a holy night on which a deity was born, another one which the same deity was brought back to life, and another holiday on which fatty foods, primarily pancakes, were consumed during the evening. This search kept on for another half hour or so, before he got to a small paperback booklet that had a deep red velvety spine. The spine's wording was embroidered in a golden thread that spelled out, "Valentine's day". This was certainly the book in question.
It was rather frightening, as apparently, the angel would appear at random, and duel with the person it came to curse. It was different for every person, and as Chase continued reading about methods of killing or defeating the creature, his mental voice began to change into a slightly deeper and more annoyed tone. The shift was eventually enough to shock Chase into a state of panic, in which he noticed that a large muscular man had been narrating the book while he read. This man had black hair and pink ram horns. On his upper back, was a set of large white wings. Unfortunately, since there wasn't any chocolate nearby, Chase eventually lost to the creature and gave into lust. Thankfully, since he wasn't into women, and no hot men (Besides the angel) entered, he was generally unaffected. Although, now a few books were grosser than when he had found them. There wasn't any tissue paper in the library.
Already hit with Cupid's Curse so to put it, Inoko was a bit more indulgent that day than usual. Not overly that much more as she already was but she wasn't gonna hold herself back. For some reason though her feelings kept drawing her closer and closer to the bookshelf, she scanned it's contents looking for what she really wanted to look at. She had a few comics, some encyclopedias, some novels but what her fingers stopped upon was a scrapbook. Taking it out of her shelf, she cracked it open and began looking inside, so many good memories of her more than....lewd encounters. That's when she noticed her rather extensive collection of pictures from her day on Conomi with Velvet. She was giggling stupidly while she looked at them, not only were they quite stimulating but it made her feel really warm inside.
She'd seen Velvet recently again on Cinemia along with a less than pleasant individual, not that he was bad but he was real shitty about the meeting. Then they had a day to themselves on Mafioso which was super fun for her. In the midst of these thoughts Mare had entered the room looking notably pissy, like more than usual even. "Oi Snaketits!" She called out aggressively, making Inoko close the book and turn around still red in the face. Mare slowly was walking towards her with a steely gaze. "Heeeeey you, how you doin? Mare smirked at her with her eyebrows furrowed, "Peachy." She sharply snapped, picking up speed. So uh, darling, honey, baby, sweety, is there a reason you wanted to se me?" She asked, nervously edging backwards noticing just how sour Mare's mood seemed to be. "Yup." She replied having launched a sucker punch to Inoko's gut.
Inoko heaved for a second with the fist in her stomach zone, she grabbed onto Mare's arm and tried to lift herself up, Mare took exception to that and came in swinging leaving Inoko with a heavy pop to the face. Inoko, crasing to the ground held her nose and squinted at Mare, blushing herself though it could be mistaken for anger and frustration. "Oi, just sit down there and let it happen, alright? I 'ave some stuff that needs working out." Inoko listened to the fishwoman and didn't move an inch, she knew she was getting what was coming to her after all. She more or less did the same thing for a trivial cause and this was just payback. The least she could do was make it seem like she wasn't enjoying it, then maybe it'd mean something to Mare. She sat their quietly as she was kicked and hit, quiet, expressionless for a whole ten minutes.
Mare slumped down as well in front of Inoko and sighed. "Ya know, it ain't that satisfying if ya not gonna fight back. I mean, I wanted to steamroll you but not like that.""Sorry about that then I guess. Didn't quite stop you though did it?" Inoko coughed, cracking a weak smile. "Are you kiddin' me? Vengeance is vengeance whether it's served cold or lukewarm. It was still a little cathartic." Mare snorted, obviously not regretting a second of it. "Glad I could have been of service.""Why did you even ask me to be on your stupid crew, you know I hate yeh. I mean I appreciate not being homeless but what's to stop me from killing ya in the night or something?""Nothing I guess, I just felt bad for what I did to you I guess. It's a bit of a running thing these days, regretting my past actions." Her smile dropped to a shakey neutral place before she took a deep breath. "Ugh, gross, emotion. If it's any consolation, I'm madder at those dirty turngills that dropped me the moment I slipped up." She lightly tapped Inoko's shoulder. From that point they kind of just sat their for a while in silence.
"Hunter," called out a voice. It was majestic and naturally swooning, betraying the malintent behind the words. The owner was Valentine a deity, a monster a concept? At this point, it was truly beginning to matter little to Kiru. Valentine hovered above the woods, firmly over the tree ling, her frame supported by a spread of six white, sparkling wings that fluttered to give her a graceful hover. He was adorned in a pale pink with a golden shimmer her deep, crimson eyes pierced through the trees below her. Kiru was lying, panting behind the bark of on such tree, shielded somewhat by the shade of the branches and leaves. His forehead had a crimson crown, splotches of red stained his clothes and rips and burns characterised his attire.
"I've gone at it saiyans, shinigami and even sage ninjas. I'm sorry babe, but you're not my first. You're not even my best. I've had WAY better. No matter what that meddling old Santa told you. He's been throwing men at me for decades and they've all ended up falling for me, whether in love or to their death I don't really care-" Valentine cut herself off with a release from the bow she had been prepping while talking. A piercing light departed from the bow and came down into the woods, it touch a tree a few spans down from Kiru and the tree dissolved in flames. "If you're still alive, it doesn't have to be this hard. Pledge allegiance to me and I can show my nicer side," she teased before firing another arrow. It hit the other side of Kiru's hiding place. Kiru looked out, peering up through the treeline to see where she was moving to, unable to spot anything in the skies above.
"I hate being teased for so long..." whispered the voice in his ear. Before Kiru knew it, she was already right behind him, blade in hand to pierce his chest. Kiru freaked at the sound of her voice, flinching before he arched into a dodge roll to evade her strike. He rolled to his feet and barely got two juttes to hand. Her movements, nimbleness and speed were superior to Kiru. He knew that by now. They had been fighting for hours now and her supernatural abilities were rendering his natural strength useless. Her skills went beyond that of a devil fruit power. Some of which defied even the rationale of the fruits.
Kiru tried to put up one last bastion against her, but soon, his chest was pierced. As the heavenly blade pierced his chest, a light, pink in tone escaped the wound in place of blood. Kiru's eyes began to glaze over as he faded from control of his own body. Soon, all that was left was a husk, kneeling before valentine. She lowered herself to the ground and stood before Kiru gently clasping his chin and forcing his head to lift and look at at her.
"Tell me, who are you?" she asked cavalierly.
"I am... yours." replied Kiru. She smirked before patting him on the head.