Mushuro paused to consider what the apparent not-small-girl said as she poked him in the forehead, pondering her question of whether he was made of some kind of indestructible stuff or not. It only really took him a second to come up with an answer to the obviously rhetorical question she'd asked, although he stated the answer with utmost seriousness, clearly believing his own words as absolute truth.
"Well, I AM made of a combination of fifty percent ninja, fifty percent pirate an' one-hundred percent burning passionate heart, so I'm pretty sure that makes me the most indestructible thing in the universe, yeah."
Mushuro was distracted from further philosophical musings by the sudden appearance of tea and copious amounts of fruit. His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head while reflecting the fruit-y banquent of snacks that had been laid before him. "Thanks nice lady! You're the best!" the moved with the same surprisingly blurry speed he had when entering the bar and snatched up some of the fruit to begin munching on it, apparently able to do so effortlessly without removing his mask. In between gnawing on various fruits like he hadn't eaten in days, Mushuro continued to talk, mostly about being a pirate. If one looked really closely the way he talked about it almost seemed rehearsed but not quite, like something he'd heard before but couldn't quite remember, or something he practiced to himself a lot but could never quite say the same way each time.
"Yup, being a ninja was kinda cool, but if I had to choose any lifestyle then there's no question that it's a pirate's life for me! You get to sail the seas as free as anything can be with no one but your heart and your captain and crew to tell you what to do! There's adventures all over the place, and you're bound to run into really strong people like you've never even seen before out at sea, and all sorts of weird and awesome rare creatures too! That's not even getting into all the amazing treasure you can get as a pirate! You just reach out and there's gold and jewels and stuff before your eyes, and even if you gotta fight other pirates to get to it sometimes it's worth it because just one big score can set you up for life with anything you need! That's not even getting into how crazy and awesome the Grand Line is, or the greatest treasure of all, One Piece! It's so great that anyone who gets it can become king of the pirates! It's dangerous out on the seas so to make it your crew's gotta be like your family too, but that's all part of the fun!"
Mushuro paused for a second to unintentionally prove that he was just as good at drinking tea through his mask inexplicably as he was at eating fruit that way.
"And...and...something about lots and lots of bottles of rum, I think. But yeah, being a pirate can let you do anything you dream of! That's why I'm a pirate who's gonna prove he's the strongest person in the world, even if I'm a ninja!"
With his theatrics finished Mushuro continued sipping tea and munching on fruit.
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Well, One Piece pirate crew names usually have to do with the Captain's name or some other thing the crew or captain is notable for.
AHAHAHAHAHA-AHA!
I can no longer feel laughter.
In other news, aside from people noticing that a portion of roof just blew off a building and a small child fell from the sky and made a crater in the ground before getting up just fine, is there a more preferred method of gathering the crew so far together?
Because I think I'd be okay with my incidental method.
I can no longer feel laughter.
In other news, aside from people noticing that a portion of roof just blew off a building and a small child fell from the sky and made a crater in the ground before getting up just fine, is there a more preferred method of gathering the crew so far together?
Because I think I'd be okay with my incidental method.
Also for anyone looking to try and link the characters scenes together, I'm pretty sure the stuff happening in the bar's become somewhat witnessable throughout the town and its' ports. If not also by several astronomers XD
"Wait? What about butts?"
Then the punch connected full flush on the boy's chin as a crazily strong uppercut. So strong in fact that he practically rocketed off of the floor and then through the ceiling in a shower of exploding debris. From there he kept on shooting upward until he eventually may as well have been nothing more than a twinkling star in the sky, as far as both altitude and likelihood of crashing down in a disastrous manner to leave a smoking crater in the ground was concerned.
Suddenly though, something probably unexpected was heard. A sound, rising up from above in the sky as a little black dot grew more and more distinct. In fact the sound seemed a lot like someone saying: "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~"
As the cry of amusement echoed out across the area, the small black dot resolved itself into the very same panda-clothed ninja boy, who proceeded to land on the ground in a blur and actually manage to leave a small crater and cloud of dust in his area of impact despite landing on his feet. He politely waved to all of the people passing by on the street to or from the harbor and its' markets as if to let them all know he was alright, then rushed back into the bar grinning like...well, like a child who had just gone on an amusement park ride and enjoyed it a lot.
"Do that again awesome lady! I wanna fly a few more times before I beat ya!~ Pleeaaaaase?~"
Then the punch connected full flush on the boy's chin as a crazily strong uppercut. So strong in fact that he practically rocketed off of the floor and then through the ceiling in a shower of exploding debris. From there he kept on shooting upward until he eventually may as well have been nothing more than a twinkling star in the sky, as far as both altitude and likelihood of crashing down in a disastrous manner to leave a smoking crater in the ground was concerned.
Suddenly though, something probably unexpected was heard. A sound, rising up from above in the sky as a little black dot grew more and more distinct. In fact the sound seemed a lot like someone saying: "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!~"
As the cry of amusement echoed out across the area, the small black dot resolved itself into the very same panda-clothed ninja boy, who proceeded to land on the ground in a blur and actually manage to leave a small crater and cloud of dust in his area of impact despite landing on his feet. He politely waved to all of the people passing by on the street to or from the harbor and its' markets as if to let them all know he was alright, then rushed back into the bar grinning like...well, like a child who had just gone on an amusement park ride and enjoyed it a lot.
"Do that again awesome lady! I wanna fly a few more times before I beat ya!~ Pleeaaaaase?~"
The old man grinned at Emi and moved as if to take the coins with an outstretched hand, then suddenly dropped something to the ground that flared in a sudden brilliant flash of light and billowing blue smoke. The aim of the microscopic explosion wasn't to harm the girl, nor would it likely do more than cause her and other passersby to look away for the briefest of seconds even taking into account the con-artist's night-accustomed Nem eyes.
For those briefest of seconds was all Lakan needed to completely transform himself. He tossed off the tightly wrapped and concealing cloak to reveal garments of rich silk interwoven with gold thread in a fashion gaudy enough that it would have been easily mocked were it not prohibitively luxurious. His lame leg repaired itsel and his hunched back was no longer hunched as he grew far healthier looking, in fact becoming a man around forty years younger than he had been. His skin grew darker as did his hair, and the milky quality siphoned away from his now almond-shaped eyes and was replaced with an almost penetrating yet mischieviously twinkling gaze. just as quickly this new face hidden behind a blue and gold mask frozen half in a frown and half in a smile placed with a blur of the actor's hand. This was the closest most people ever came to seeing the true face of Lakan Ting, and he intended to make the experience a notable one.
"I did say that charity can open gateways to your dreams and marvelous rewards, did I not? If you'll listen to me for a few moments I can make good on my promises, though these you may have regardless along with any answers you'd like."
Some time during the change, Lakan had found time to produce a pair of tickets to the theater from one of his sleeves, as well as an additional two gold pieces to the pair Emi had handed him, all of which he held out towards the young con artist.
For those briefest of seconds was all Lakan needed to completely transform himself. He tossed off the tightly wrapped and concealing cloak to reveal garments of rich silk interwoven with gold thread in a fashion gaudy enough that it would have been easily mocked were it not prohibitively luxurious. His lame leg repaired itsel and his hunched back was no longer hunched as he grew far healthier looking, in fact becoming a man around forty years younger than he had been. His skin grew darker as did his hair, and the milky quality siphoned away from his now almond-shaped eyes and was replaced with an almost penetrating yet mischieviously twinkling gaze. just as quickly this new face hidden behind a blue and gold mask frozen half in a frown and half in a smile placed with a blur of the actor's hand. This was the closest most people ever came to seeing the true face of Lakan Ting, and he intended to make the experience a notable one.
"I did say that charity can open gateways to your dreams and marvelous rewards, did I not? If you'll listen to me for a few moments I can make good on my promises, though these you may have regardless along with any answers you'd like."
Some time during the change, Lakan had found time to produce a pair of tickets to the theater from one of his sleeves, as well as an additional two gold pieces to the pair Emi had handed him, all of which he held out towards the young con artist.
I'd be fine with a Dangolin too, One Piece is full of weird and unexplained creatures after all. Also I hope my post was okay and establishes some of Mushuro's character early on.
Before anyone could properly answer Strawbella they were all interrupted by something that could only be described as...a sound. A very, very loud sound.
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!!~"
The source of the noise soon became very apparent as a small black and white thing burst through the door of the inn. Closer inspection would reveal it to be a small boy of about eight or nine years old. A very unusual small boy, for he was dressed head to toe in an outfit modeled after some kind of black and white bear including paw shaped shoes and a hat shaped like the bear's head. Despite the disarming appearance, he carried two swords sheathed to his back, had half of his face covered with some form of mask and was running with alarming speed.
He was running with such alarming speed in fact, that he was bound to crash directly into Strawbella. Not noticing this, he seemed to be speaking even as he burst through the doors.
"My name's Mushuro of the Hattori and I Chal-Waafgh!~" 'Chal-Waafgh' was not in fact an intentional part of his introduction or some strange phrase from his native island, but instead a direct result of his sentence being cut off as he collided with the elegant young lady, ricocheting off of her and getting knocked back to the floor on his butt.
"Sorrysorrysorry Ms.Nice-lady! I didn't see your butt in my way, please be okay and not mad at me please!" From the floor Mushuro tried to scramble back up all while saying this and many other apologies to the poor girl he had just bumped into before even managing to get back to his feet. Once he did, he stared at his feet for a minute as if trying to ignore the embarrassment of his ruined entrance, then jumped back a step before pointing dramatically all around the bar, seemingly trying to pretend the incident hadn't happened.
"My name's Mushuro of the Hattori Clan and I challenge the strongest person in this bar to a fight with me, the future strongest person in the world! Anyone who's not a coward without a trace of the sea in their heart has absolutely no way to refuse!"
"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!!~"
The source of the noise soon became very apparent as a small black and white thing burst through the door of the inn. Closer inspection would reveal it to be a small boy of about eight or nine years old. A very unusual small boy, for he was dressed head to toe in an outfit modeled after some kind of black and white bear including paw shaped shoes and a hat shaped like the bear's head. Despite the disarming appearance, he carried two swords sheathed to his back, had half of his face covered with some form of mask and was running with alarming speed.
He was running with such alarming speed in fact, that he was bound to crash directly into Strawbella. Not noticing this, he seemed to be speaking even as he burst through the doors.
"My name's Mushuro of the Hattori and I Chal-Waafgh!~" 'Chal-Waafgh' was not in fact an intentional part of his introduction or some strange phrase from his native island, but instead a direct result of his sentence being cut off as he collided with the elegant young lady, ricocheting off of her and getting knocked back to the floor on his butt.
"Sorrysorrysorry Ms.Nice-lady! I didn't see your butt in my way, please be okay and not mad at me please!" From the floor Mushuro tried to scramble back up all while saying this and many other apologies to the poor girl he had just bumped into before even managing to get back to his feet. Once he did, he stared at his feet for a minute as if trying to ignore the embarrassment of his ruined entrance, then jumped back a step before pointing dramatically all around the bar, seemingly trying to pretend the incident hadn't happened.
"My name's Mushuro of the Hattori Clan and I challenge the strongest person in this bar to a fight with me, the future strongest person in the world! Anyone who's not a coward without a trace of the sea in their heart has absolutely no way to refuse!"
it seems fine to me!
As Emi walked away happily from her latest performance, a figure even more ragged and destitute appearing than herself shuffled out from a corner where it had been huddled and held a chipped and worn begging bowl out toward the girl, clearly having noticed the jangle of money about her person, or depending on how good of a beggar he was, perhaps even having witnessed her earlier transaction to confirm she had money and waited for just this moment to beg.
"Please young miss, even a few bent coppers for a poor old man what can barely walk or see? I promise ya, the rewards for even a small act of kindness are greater than y'know!"
The piteous old man's voice creaked like a door hinge on the verge of a breakdown, and unlike so many other beggars in Karstberg, close examination of both his milky eyes and his lameness-twisted leg would reveal them to be quite physically genuine, though he wrapped himself in a ragged full body cloak as if to conceal such unsightly features, or perhaps because it was normally his only blanket against the chill of colder nights.
What Emi might not know however was that this was no ordinary beggar. Numerous instances of her skilled 'acting' had caught the interest of Lakan Ting, The Prince of Dreams. A famed actor in the city's theatre district, Lakan was also a notorious trickster and dabbler in many events, capable of looking like anyone or anything, or so many a wild and unbelievable rumor claimed. Like many wild and unbelievable rumors, this was almost completely true, though also somewhat explainable. Lakan's constantly shifting appearance was due to a very specific type of foreign magic, and as for being a trickster and a meddler well, Lakan just had a passion for good stories, or so he told himself. He particulary liked stories with happy endings. Naturally, of all the stories he enjoyed, few were as close to his heart as that of the street urchin risen to prominence. He had lived it himself, after all.
"Please miss, just even a single copper. Charity can open gateways t' your dreams y'know!"
"Please young miss, even a few bent coppers for a poor old man what can barely walk or see? I promise ya, the rewards for even a small act of kindness are greater than y'know!"
The piteous old man's voice creaked like a door hinge on the verge of a breakdown, and unlike so many other beggars in Karstberg, close examination of both his milky eyes and his lameness-twisted leg would reveal them to be quite physically genuine, though he wrapped himself in a ragged full body cloak as if to conceal such unsightly features, or perhaps because it was normally his only blanket against the chill of colder nights.
What Emi might not know however was that this was no ordinary beggar. Numerous instances of her skilled 'acting' had caught the interest of Lakan Ting, The Prince of Dreams. A famed actor in the city's theatre district, Lakan was also a notorious trickster and dabbler in many events, capable of looking like anyone or anything, or so many a wild and unbelievable rumor claimed. Like many wild and unbelievable rumors, this was almost completely true, though also somewhat explainable. Lakan's constantly shifting appearance was due to a very specific type of foreign magic, and as for being a trickster and a meddler well, Lakan just had a passion for good stories, or so he told himself. He particulary liked stories with happy endings. Naturally, of all the stories he enjoyed, few were as close to his heart as that of the street urchin risen to prominence. He had lived it himself, after all.
"Please miss, just even a single copper. Charity can open gateways t' your dreams y'know!"
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