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[Graded]The Ecoterrorist And A Guy
Topic Started: Oct 9 2017, 06:30 PM (124 Views)
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There was naught much reason that Ichii had warranted himself to have on this island... It was for the most part just a trip to serve the purpose of scouting. Barrel Action Stocks has never really... Delved into the personal lives of musicians, and has never once considered creating instruments past that of war. A single trip to an island such as this can warrant the thought of the entire music industry being big bucks, but with a level of snobbery coming alongside it that the iron butterfly brand would not want associated with it...

Of course as he sat at a local luncheon spot, upon an oddly long drum-like chair, sipping coffee out of a small percussion based cup with snares on the sides, he had but a singular thought that the business of music could be a decent branch for the company to get into. Of course they needed more than one model rocking their brand to revolutionize the music world. BAS Branded music would definitely be an end game matter, as the entertainment industry wasn't integral to Danielle's plans. At least not to the extremism that required they have a line of instruments when none of their employees were musicians. When they had an established hold on other products they could move in on music as a secondary. Snuff out the monopolies on instruments, and allow the world to voice its opinions freely. It was a good plan, it wasn't his best, but it was definitely A plan. That and coming to that conclusion meant his work here was done and his break could begin.

His-after-realization-during-his-coffee-break-break was starting now, and it brought him much joy to finish his coffee in peace. Finishing smooth Oihan Light, one of his favorite brands of cigarette. It had been... Almost two weeks now that he had done things like this and for the first time in a long time... His smoke break wasn't interrupted by some pirate bar fight, or a lying pirate saying he was some big hero, or some elf boy door to door salesman. His coffee was just about done, and he had one more cigarette to go. He took that swig slowly, enjoying the burning liquid as it crawled down his elongated throat. The sickly figure bringing the last cigarette to his mouth and lighting it promptly, arching his terrifyingly thin frame over the back of the chair as he blow smoke high into the sky.

Just a bit longer... One day without interference... ONE DAY. Then he would be content with the chaos of the world once more. He didn't even like coffee that much, but ever since that one day starting this chain of events where his days are ruined by people, he has wanted just ONE good cup of coffee, two good cigarettes, and no further urge to work his ass off.
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This place… it definitely put a sick feeling in her stomach… couldn’t instruments be made of metals found in the earth or just man-made materials like plastics? They seriously were using a special type of tree just to make drums? It felt like her blood is boiling as she walked around the town before she found herself standing in the middle of what looked like a spot were people brought or bough their lunches and ate on breaks. Even this place made her feel sick… the chairs looked like the same drums they were making out of the trees here…

She noticed a few people who were here and she could tell the locals from the tourists. It didn’t seem like there were all too many as she let out a sigh of annoyance. “God... this place is fucking disgusting.” The girl said loud enough that people could hear her and give her a rather strange look at her comment. The people’s gazes only annoyed her worse since they seemed to be confused about her insulting comment.

“The natives of this island are nothing more than a bunch of cock sucking assholes, and not in the good way. They’re the type to suck shit covered cocks because all they want to do is make useless fucking instruments out of the defenseless trees on the island!” Emmy started to say getting much louder by the word as she started to get more and more annoyed by the second. A few natives who were table busboys at the public luncheon spot started to walk up to her trying to calm the girl down so she didn’t make a scene.

“P-please Ma’am can you go take your complaints somewhere else. There are children present.” One of the nervous workers asked.

Glaring at the man, the girl looked around noticing the kids in the area as she let out a sigh of annoyance. “Sorry, but your children need to understand that when their island dies. Its because of chicken shit, greedy mother fuckers like you!” Emmy roared at the man as she started to walk off in a fit. The local ferry she was catch to see island wasn’t leaving for a few days… she was stuck in her own personal hell.
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Ichii let out a thick plume of smoke into the sky as a nagging voice seemed to bury deep within his skull, his eyes still closed trying to get rid of that urge to intervene... That urge to be bothered effectively so as an advisor. But alas, as the arguing came to such a commotion as to pull the small crowd of people around him he opened his eye to see his cigarette still burning halfway down the line. He let out a very disposed and long drawn out "Fuuuuuuck." As the rest of the smoke left his lungs, setting the cigarette into an ash tray next to him, snuffing out his favorite brand as he stood up, collecting his bag and paperwork from the table and slinging it over his back. His untied tie, blowing in a gust of wind as the drum trees made a low rumble across the island. He walked forward, and walked through the crowd, pushing past, grabbing specific things and driving them into sensitive bodily areas so he could move through easily before dropping the random articles that he borrowed from the pockets of those in his way.

Looking over the heads of the common populace of Bongo Island he could see a rather busty woman trying to make some economical stance against the drums, which... Was as Danny would put it "Bad PR." Protestors were usually few and far between for islands such as this, as the only people that had purpose here were percussionists, carpenters, and your occasional hippy. But this woman was none of the above it would look like, with a quick sniff of the air he did pick up a few more earthy scents, so maybe... Just maybe she qualified under the last section given Ichii's heavy reliance upon stereotypes generalizing his thought processes. He took note of the woman leaving to her own regards in a fuss, and with abated and bothersome curiosity, he stepped forward. "Yeah fuck the establishment." He said with a frown, and in monotone voice, as he walk towards the woman, hands in his pocket and backpack slung sloppily over his shoulder.

He would walk aside her and look down, keeping as similar pace as he could. "Yknow, that's not the most appropriate viewpoint on this island. Words ironically don't reach those musicians ears." He said rather rudely interjecting into the womans walk away. He didn't even say anything after that, he wasn't one to sit there and rant, he said his peace, and kept walking in the same direction out of lazy spite, as this was also the way towards where he was staying further inland. So, whether the busty mistress wanted the smoker out of her presence was not up to his devices. He adjusted his shoulders uncomfortably as the sloppy bag moved further across the very clear indent of his spine against his business suit.

Why did he say anything in the first place? This is how he got into a fight with that dumb ass Captain Japhy. He opened his big mouth, and then someone got arrested by the end of the day. Of course, Ichii was not a strong man. And he has shown this to be the evident truth more than once, but he is a smart man, a working man, a mans man. No vixen of bossom nor rear could waver his undying yet strangely professed love for his wife and son. Maybe he just secretly had a wish that business would just be easier if he interjected, maybe it was deep down that professionalism eating away at his soul, that urged him to make contact with even the seediest of pirates, that intent urge to make a deal that got his family a better lifestyle. That got his efforts noticed more often by Danielle than the other employees she has garnered as of late. He couldn't lag behind Dom, Corvus, Jerry, or their black market contacts. He had to stay on top of his informational game to constantly provide a better outlook for the company itself.
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Emmy’s outburst didn’t seem to go over to well as one of the tourist looking people let out a long, low fuck. She didn’t really care if she was disturbing the peace and quiet of this place, that was not her problem. So long as these people were stupid enough to destroy the wildlife in the area then she felt she had more than enough right in this world to pitch the world’s biggest fit.

As the workers of the place didn’t really get how to handle the protesting woman, some of the people trying to enjoy their lunch had decided to take matters into their own hands. Tossing portions of their foot in the direction of the foul mouthed protester, the girl didn’t notice it until she felt the core of an apple hit her against the side of her face. Kissing her teeth in annoyance, the girl took a few steps away from the people as the man who let out the fuck groan seemed to think the way she was doing things wasn’t the best way to reach the people here and that words didn’t affect the musicians all too well.

Glancing to the man, Emmy looked back at all the food and trash thrown at her and could see that her words were only pissing off the common folk and had no effect on the actual people making the instruments. Looking towards the man, who smelled a lot like tobacco smoke, the girl crossed her arms behind her head curiously. “If you know a better way to help save the trees from this pointless death, care to give me a few ideas? I can’t pay much but I could give you the cookies I baked earlier… Not much of a trade, yeah, but I’m trying to save my cash.” The girl explained as she messed around with a small bag she had with her pulling out a cloth bag filled with different types of cookies.
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Ichii took a few steps forward before taking his hands out of his pocket, a business card tucked between his fingers, rolling it around between this fingers. Thinking on the question she posed he continuously rolled that card around before handing it to the girl and standing up straight. "I don't have the most, accurate advise on a situation such as this, and as I'm employed as an advisor my thoughts are valued pretty highly, so... My rough guess here for your goal, and this is free advice, cookies aren't my thing." He said taking a deep breath before looking at the girl with his bored outlook, chin slightly sagged and open mouthed. "Give up on Bongo Island." He said in a professional tone as he looked over to the trees. "The profit here bars on none for any new business, and it hinges on the destruction of its environment. While the drums may be of questionably high quality and the wood sound of their trees providing a special quality to the drums it could be done through a technological improvement upon metallic drums, but... These idiots won't buy it." He said letting the business card into the woman's hands. "Bongo Island will get its just dues in time. It's a shame that the environment has to suffer for it to happen, they are beautiful trees." He said in a rather somber tone breaking his monotony. He was a gardener at heart, and his green thumb was quite lush, so the pain of this society definitely does hurt him a little more personally.

"I'm with Barrel Action Stocks. Ichii Reservoir." He said introducing himself as they continued walking, his advice was rather rough to give and probably rougher to take, but the reality was the business on this island was so integral on drum production, that taking the trees away would make the island uninhabited, a business nightmare. Of course BAS was much more... Agriculturally sound in their practices, while Danny may eventually plan to destroy massive companies, the agriculture of those prospective islands were beyond saving, or in destroying it would save it completely from the horrors the companies were already producing.

"I don't condone full on violence here, but a couple messages may get the populace at least thinking about change. Bongo Island can't be fixed in a day." He admitted to the chance of a peaceful change, but in the entertainment district, change was rough. The drums were being mass produced, quality sucks sometimes but the drums get out there, the business gets done. Business was the key here. "Long term it would require a massive controversy, maybe two three. But the controversy would kill the trees more so than just... Waiting for them to lose to the superior and cheaper brand that will eventually come out. Technology is always moving forward. Then maybe my timpani-bush will bolster in my garden, the plan finally knowing it will no longer be harvested." He said rather somber as he continued on his path with the woman. For such a lazy man sometimes the advisor had a lot to talk about.
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Emmy stood as her blinked almost in awe as the man become to speak giving her advice and all of this was for free since apparently he wasn’t a cookie person. She wasn’t expecting him to know this much about how things worked and it seemed that he himself had dealt with these people or people very similar to them recently or not too long ago. Her expression was blank as the girl’s tongue stuck out of her lips as she focused on every word that he had to say to her right now. It however made her sad that all of this came down to just giving up on this island. It wasn’t exactly fair to just give up on it, was it?

None of these trees and plants and even the animals and people who had nothing to do with the drum making needed to suffer the lose of something rare and exotic just because of some penny pinching bongo players. The girl honestly felt like her blood was boiling even more right now as it was obvious that one protester wasn’t going to change things here… maybe she needed to get a bigger plan going for this over all. She knew that she wasn’t strong enough to just be setting fires in random places with matches plus its not like she had a ship of her own to get around on… she had to use public transportation like ferries to get around. All of that only made her hate for these people even worse but she did have her true goal to focus on. If she could find a proper place to plant the Tree of Life, she could possibly reproduce the seeds of these trees.

However the comment the man made about his garden caused the girl to snap out of her anger. “Garden? Seriously you garden!?” The girl said walking in front of the man cutting him off with excitement in her voice but none on her expression. “I love gardening, I actually grew up living in a greenhouse botanical garden type place, what types of plants do you grow? Have you heard anything about the Tree of Life or the World Tree? Also do you know if the trees on this island produce seeds or fruit so I can get a seed sample?” The girl said bombarding Ichii with many questions.
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Ichii looked and saw as the young lady soon became somber over the slew of information that he was providing. It was actually rather comforting that finally a stranger was listening to him instead of he himself imposing the thought of truth into their minds. Thinking back on those dangerous bar fights he took part in back with Marvelous and Taka, and how he had to stop it by reading the fine print of a gambling contract. Of course he finished it with his own powers of being a normal guy with excellent eyes, he didn't fight. The one time he did fight he did end up winning but it was mostly out of reliance on his botany and knowledge... Sadly neither of those things could save this island from its eventual demise. He looked down to the girl who suddenly perked up at the fact that he gardened and the worry of this island seemed to drain from her face in but a moment.

He raised an eyebrow at the girls interest, as he just found someone who shared in his hobby, that was not only one of the rarest things, being from a mountainous region like Oihana BAS Sector, but also rare in general aside from the occasional 70 year old lady planting sunflowers outside of her house. He pursed his lips in a rather slightly appreciative manner as he began to speak up. "Well I myself only have a few plants collected from the islands I've been on, I try to bring back a special seed from every place. I grow a prized Sunflower that thrives off of minor oxygen, I have a poison peach tree from Peachy Keene Island, I grabbed some Timpani Bushes from this place, and then while Karaoke Island may not have any interesting plants... I did find a special oil based plant in Shark Kingdom that I have been trying to get some special soil for, it produces the same effects as concentrated fish oil." He seemed rather happy about himself, which was a rarity, of course his smile only reached so high, being the man was in a constant state of grimace.

"Although I have not heard of the Tree of Life. I can answer the bongo tree question though." He said clearing his throat as he saw his inn off in the distance. "The bongo trees do produce a seed, when shook it sounds like a maraca kind of, if the outer shell of the maraca was coated in a snare drum." He stopped suddenly and crouched down, sticking his finger gently in the dirt and pulling some up. "But the minerals those tree need are so precise that you need a constant cycling supply of their dirt to mimic the conditions needed for a bongo tree. Plant it without the right soil being constantly applied, you get a sick tree that dies in a year. That's why I picked up some Timpani Bushes, they can be planted anywhere with appropriately lush soil, and it just so happens my garden's basic potting soil exceeds that." He said with a bit of pride as he placed the small clump of well formed dirt into the ground and pat it back down. "What's this Tree of Life though? I'm afraid Oihana doesn't have much literature on that one, or maybe they might... I don't read outside of the Blues too much, not like my wife." He said rubbing the back of his head with a sort of forming grimace over the love of his life.
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Emmy listened to the man speak about his plants and her bored gaze never shifted even if her eyes had a bit of a sparkle to them with excitement. She really had no idea that her expression was so… bored looking early all the time. She just thought it was how she was. Her tongue stuck out once more as she listened and focused on his words like a child as story time, he had many different things and he knew a lot about plants just from the way he spoke of them. She had grown up in the green house so plants were pretty much the only thing she knew other than cooking a bit.

“There are poisonous peaches? I never knew about that...” The girl commented trying to make a mental note to go visit some of the place this man had been to see the same flora he was talking about now. However it seemed that he was a little confused about the Tree of Life and the girl nodded. It seemed to be a weird family folklore thing honestly because anyone she asked about it nine times out of ten gave her the same response. They had never heard of it. However it seemed that planting a Bonga tree would be harder than she thought however, if she could find the Tree of Life it wouldn’t matter what the soil conditions in the area were like.

“It’s I guess a legend passed down in the Aramanta family, my family. Pretty much its an extremely special tree that only wilts when it loses its bark growing even larger, almost like a snake shedding its skin.” The girl explained as she pointed to the snake tattoo on her hip. “The tree is able to breath ever lasting health into the soil its planted in and also bares various forms of fruit. If you were to drop a peach seed at the tree’s base, once the seed rotted into the soil around the roots the tree would sprout a branch and begin to grow peaches. Its always adapting and evolving. My goal in life is to find it and become the person who cares for it. It has other properties but I don’t want to talk your ear off after I pitched a fit back there and bothered you.” The girl said getting rather passionate before she tilted her head to the side.

“Oh… My name is Ezmeralda Aramanta by the way, everyone just calls me Emmy or Emerald for short.” The girl said bowing as she introduced herself.
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Ichii pulled his cigarettes out and popped an Oihan Light into his mouth before lighting it promptly, this was no longer work, it was actually a pretty enjoyable break. He's never had someone that he could take a break with at work and just nerd out about plants too. So it was a welcome change, he took a deep drag in as he let the smoke out. "Hope you don't mind. Cuz I'm smoking anyway." He said as he kept on going, a long line of smoke escaping his nostrils as he looked over to the girl. "Peachy Keene considers the poisonous peach garbage, since they aren't edible but I thought they were an interesting jump in plant diversity, a peach that decided it was done being eaten." The very thought intrigued him in a manner that was hard to find in animals, fruits didn't' usually adapt so violently outwards against their nature, and seeing it in a plant such as that brought... Insight into a deeper level of plant based evolution.

He listened intently to the girls speech of the Tree Of Life which seemed in itself to be a wonder plant that could house the worlds entire production. While it was a folk tale it was definitely a worthwhile thing to keep in mind, having control of a Tree of Life and handling it with the much deemed respect it deserved could prove to hold monopoly over agriculture as a whole. Of course, plants couldn't just originate from one island... Shipping costs... Handling... Safety of product... They would all be too high focusing your entire hand on a sole plant deemed godly, and surely would bring unnecessary harm to the plant itself. As an advisor he was intrigued on the thought of suddenly gaining the worlds consumption in but one massive tree, but as botanist he couldn't condone the actions being right unless they were handled with every step of care that he puts into his plants. The girls dedication did seem in the right place for all of those things though, that was for sure. Of course a first impression meant alot but it didn't mean the world.

"Well Ezmeralda, it's a pleasure to meet you." Ichii said, niceties were usually lost on him, but here he felt it was appropriate, sharing kind words between fellow hobbyists. "If such a tree were to exist the terrifying thought of territory comes to mind. If it were discovered and made public... Many would flock to it. Best to keep it personal, as one would cherish a fine collectors piece, untouched by the grimy hands of the commonwealth. Unsullied by personal qualm." He said, as it was an integral piece of business and could be respected as such in tandem... But, the second those of ill manner would find out the sanctity of the idea was at risk for being tainted. "Besides the gardening and the environmentalist agenda, what else do you do Ezmeralda?" He said interested in someones lifestyle other than his own for once.
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Emmy listened to the man speak as it seemed that poison peaches were just a rarity on the island of Peachy Keene. That was definitely something to at least go see. She might not have wanted to plant one of her own, but the idea of just seeing a poison peach tree would be worth it. Mental notes… she really need to buy a notebook to keep track of stuff like this. “I’ve never even heard of a fruit doing that… I so need to take a trip to Peachy Keene you said? Some time.”

The man seemed a bit calmer and as he was talking and smoking. The girl didn’t smoke cigarettes herself but she didn’t have much a problem with them so long as people weren’t being assholes trying to choke her to death with the smoke. “Yeah, the tree would probably have some form of natural defense mechanism I’d think. None of the stories I’ve heard of it even suggest it had ever been threatened before. Its just more of a mystery than anything.” The girl mused as she tapped her chin a few times trying to think on what he said before she snapped back into the real world as the man asked what else did she do other than her gardening and ecofriend of justice stuff.

Blinking as things went silent for a moment, the girl’s tongue stuck out from her mouth as she tried to actually think of what she did. “Honestly… I guess I bake? I also know how to make things like candies and ice cream rather well. I have like… the biggest sweet tooth around. I’ve been protesting and working in my family’s flower shop up until my grandmother urged me to leave and see the world and look for the Tree of Life.” The girl said rubbing her cheek for a few more moments before she stretched her arms over her head.
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Ichii looked down to the girl in a sense of appreciative company as he finished his cigarette and squished the end of the butt between his fingers, tossing the butt a little too accurately into a trash bin a few meters away. "Peachy Keene was a rather unenjoyable experience, I left with bitter words to the entire village." He said rubbing the back of his hair, ruffling his ponytail between his fingers. "Met a pirate there who tried to call me his accountant, pissed me off then some big brute tried to muscle in on me leaving. Ended up freeing the place though, but it was their fault, they could of bought a crate of our weapons and beat the asshole trying to take over." Ichii said with no sense of honor for how he defeated the enemy, considering he just threw a knife right into his shin then busted open a combination vial of Poison Peach and his own Smokey Sunflower which caused the man to become extremely sick.

He pointed to the inn that they were nearing. "I'm going to go out on a limb, from looking you over, you don't seem the type that's here with a bed, I got a double on my companies card if you wanna bunk, we can talk plants." He said genuinely interested in the womans knowledge. She lived in a greenhouse for most of her life where Ichii went to school, and simply had one plant most of his life. He considered himself a now booming gardener since his... Fortunate raise at the... Ahem unemployment of the last acting president Gonzalez Gonzarria. Ichii popped another cigarette into his mouth and lit it, in typical chain smoker fashion. "I'll open the windows and let it air out, this is a habit I pride myself on." He said commenting as he took another drag and blew it up into the air. "Got some TV dinners and Socket To Me should be on soon." He said trying to make small talk as he opened the door and invited her in, the receptionists disgust of the smoker which he had witnessed so much earlier on his visit here was once again visible.

As he unlocked his room and walked in opening the two windows as wide as he can and placing a chair next to it so the stench of smoke wasn't as threatening as it could be he sat in the chair and placed his arm outside. "Me and my wife aren't very good cooks. Lee-ki has actually been learning how to when we don't have TV dinners in house and he wants to experiment but it's mostly just mixing a bunch of nonperishables." He said enjoying his cigarette, his diet wasn't... The healthiest of any man, and his family were all of the same... Type so to say. "We do enjoy our family time though. Soore and Lee-ki are why I work." He kicked his feet up onto a foot stool and finished his cigarette, turning on the drum-shaped television within his room to reveal the BAS channel playing cartoons.
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Following the man around, the girl definitely would rather have a bit of company rather than no company at all however, it seemed that he wanted to invite her to crash in his room cause he had a second bed. The girl laughed a little bit as she shook her head, “I’ve actually got a room here, I just have to wait until they change the sheets and finish cleaning the room before I can check it, but I can hang out for a while and talk seed.” The girl commented as she walked along with him laughing a bit at the receptionist’s expression about the smoker.

Waving to the man the girl spoke up, “Don’t worry I won’t be smoking adding to your work of cleaning the odor out of the room.” The girl commented laughing loudly as she followed the man into his room. The receptionist would have probably thought of her as some call girl because of how she looked if it wasn’t for the fact she had reserved a room here at the inn a few hours ago.

“How old is your kid? I’m assuming one of them is your kid yes?” The girl asked curiously as she opened up her bag pulling out one of her cookies snacking on it a bit. “I learned to cook when my mother went into a massive depression after we lost the greenhouse because my father vanished. My grandmother had broken one of her ankles before we moved into her flower shop, I was forced to learn to cook to fend for myself or go hungry.” The girl explained as she looked at the television and shook her head.

“Holy fuck… even the TV’s are shaped like those fucking drums...” The girl complained with a sigh hanging her head.
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Ichii finished his cigarette and smashed it promptly into an ashtray as he laid back and enjoyed the afternoon heat blasting his outstrewn hand from the side of the building. "It's not a bad inn, I try to keep it humble on our current budget, I've been doing a lot of work cross the blues to offer me the chance at comfort in the more expensive locales later on in life, but I'm a simple guy with simple needs." He said watching the cartoons finally switch over to the Socket To Me hour, where his coworker was presenting a series of news pieces with his socks. Wherever Dom was, it was clear he was doing this in private and broadcasting by Magic to BAS HQ, crazy little witch goat had some balls broadcasting outside of the safety of their walls. It was some story on Gokaiger Red, and his newest subordinate, Gokaiger Red has been hitting the news quite often lately... And seeing as Dom was reporting on them almost solely today was enough to hint the BAS higher ups who watched it who his choice of infiltration was.

Ichii looked over to the girl who asked about his kid, to which was also a new development, usually people just ignore the fact of his marriage and focus on him solely. "Lee-ki, my boy, he's about 10 now. Me and my wife Soore have been married for... Well I lost count really." He didn't seem embarrassed over the fact, they didn't celebrate their marriage every year, and the wedding was set up so lazily that they didn't even get a picture. It just came to be this accepted fact that the two were to be together, and that alone was enough to verify their matrimony.

While he had his cheery life story the troubled youth seemed to share more somber memories of the greenhouse falling to ruin at the sight of familial distress, which was a sad, but responsible memory as the woman took to leading as head of the house. Ichii had to admire that in a person, being a family man himself. He never had this big call to action, he just kind of went with the flow, but the call to action was quite often just its effects were... Varied. And this one was following a dream worth following, a call to drop the intense stress of care and acceptance that the new generation can finally succeed the former. She brought it back to a more subtle theme as she commented on the tv. "Yeah... Those trees are used almost exponentially due to production cost being... Well... The cost of cutting a tree down and labor. These drums won't make music anymore though, they weren't destined for it, they were destined to be a shell." He said commenting on the sides of the TV, it had impurities you wouldn't want in an actual drum, but it was fine as a housing chamber for electronics.
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Crossing her arms behind her head the girl listened to Ichii speak of his kid, he was 10? Ichii must have been in his late 30’s them from what she could tell by looking at him. She honestly wasn’t 100% the best when it came to money, the way Ichii spoke he seemed to be very finance savvy. He talked like a major businessman so that honestly made a bit of sense to her. If he was the eyes of a major corporation than it made sense that he was able to see what it would take to make a profit and what wouldn’t.

“I’ve never even had a boyfriend or girlfriend more than like… 3 weeks, its kinda amazing to hear you’ve been married long enough to forget how long its been.” The girl said chuckling a little bit as she crossed her legs. The television set honestly still disgusted her even if she was going to have to get over it. She was far too weak to do any more violent vandalism. “I’d totally love to fuck up some of the machines and shit they use to commit these acts, but there’s no way I could get away fast enough for it to really benefit.” The girl said letting out a sigh of disappointment in herself…

“I need to go find one of the seeds just to have it. Once a find the Tree of Life I could start my own Bongo Tree grove and save them for the future.” The girl commented as she crossed her arms under her breasts rather than behind her head now.
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Ichii sat back, reserved over his day, and the prospective gains of such a place. He wasn't here for any reason in particular other than to observe the entertainment industry and how it was slowly sucking its own life force. He put his arms up and behind his head as he continued to entrance himself in the show, he had to give the boy props, he definitely did tell news in an interesting manner that even the kids would watch... "It's not a life for everyone these days, all this... Freedom and adventure. A lot of it is for the wrong reasons. But... Either way some see it as necessary. Not me." He mocked the pirate life, as your standard run of the mill pirate didn't have his life in check, he didn't have a goal, he just... Drifted.

Ichii wasn't about to drift anywhere but to sleep. He let out a comforting yawn as he pointed to the tv. "Well the seeds aren't hard to get, just have to find a tree that's old enough to bloom them. That's the hard part." He said commenting on the gross overproduction of drums on this island. "Deep in the forests probably have one, I didn't reserve it upon myself to travel there for it seeing as even my soil can't pot them." He seemed a bit disappointed in the fact but he didn't enjoy getting hung up on it. "Hopefully you reach your goal Ezmeralda." He said reaching into a mini-fridge nearby and pulling out a test product from BAS, a natural soda. He tossed a bottle to the girl, and popped one open himself, the drink making a deep sort of sizzle. "Please, help yourself, I haven't found a market for this yet. Taste a little earthy." He sat back and took a long drink of the product that one of their more... Marketable. Scientists had produced.

It wasn't too bad, it had a natural carbonation from a plant somewhere in the Grand Line, that caused the liquids inside to fizz constantly. Although with constant carbonation also comes constant cycling flavor, which makes the shelf life of the soda... Not so long. Right now was the integral point of testing the product to find a flavor, before sticking to the numbers hard enough to find a solution for the low sell by date. He didn't mind the earthy taste to it, of course it was more of a natural bitter cola than something sweet, it had hints of the sugar, but... Nothing stood out yet. His personal opinion? Pull back the corn syrup, in favor of a sugar cane based drink. Either way he was about ready to take his mid-afternoon-long-winded-discussion-with-a-new-friend break that he oh so prided himself in, maybe he'd even get a nap in this time.
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