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One Piece: New Horizons!

Meeting the New Crew II

Bonekid sat down at the table, only to find his face barely met up past the thing. A few vines rose slowly out of the seat of the chair as they lifted Bonekid up to sit properly at the table, acting as a sort of makeshift booster seat. The Shroomblade sat right beside him as he stared at the bowl in front of him, the spoon beside it intimidating him beyond belief. Ignoring the bowl presented to him immediately, Bonekid looked around the room at everyone in it.

There was the pirate ninja, who looked incredibly dope and super cool. Bonekid could learn a thing or two from him in regards to stealth, it seemed like.

There was the muscular and hairy man who had caught Feya's attention. Was he a fruit user? His appearance bore striking resemblance to what was described as that one fruit he read about in his encyclopedia. "Model - Lion" was all he could remember.

There was the drunken doctor. He reminded Bonekid of Boone, unsurprisingly, but it was more like a cross between Boone and Mom put together.

There was the badger, which caused Dirk's eyes to twitch. She seemed really frickin' badass for a badger, and Bonekid wanted to learn about her. Heck, maybe she was a fruit user too.

Then there was K. Runch, the captain of the crew and user of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi. Bonekid had his encyclopedia nearby so he could draw the captain and chronicle the details of the Bori-Bori-no-Mi for after he handled the task ahead of him.

Shooting a look at Dirk, Bonekid responded to his question first. "Y-you I guess...?" Honestly that was a white lie. Bonekid's truest friend was the Shroomblade, but there was one person who came before it, that being his Mom. She was a bit sleepy right now, but he wasn't afraid. She'd be back up and happy again in no-time flat!

Now for the real problem. Bonekid took a bit of the cereal in his spoon as he put it into his gullet, the cereal obviously trickling out of his jaw and into his shirt along with the milk from the spoon. It... tasted like nothing. Of course it would. Bonekid couldn't eat anything and taste it with how his body worked. Still, he didn't want to upset the captain. "I-I'm sorry Captain Runch, but I'm not hungry. It tastes great, but I'm just... not hungry." Honestly it probably did taste better than Slick's cooking. Everything he made was just so... greasy. Bonekid always took milk, though, so it made Slick hap-

Wait what the what.

Is that TASTE?

Bonekid sat there in the seat for a good minute after he said he couldn't taste the cereal, realizing that he finally could taste it. It was horribly delayed, but it actually made him feel the sensation of taste. It was a long time since he lost it, but now that it was there, it was... really freaky. In a good way.

Still, he couldn't force himself to eat it despite it being amazing since he could actually taste it. He wasn't even sure if it was good.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

"Taaaaake ooooon meeeeee..." Tibulus sat in the cockpit with the autopilot on and his stun-gun aimed at the captive nearby. A small music-player nearby had the tune of Aha's "Take On Me" playing at low volume. Stryker went to go and do whatever, Tibulus had to stay at the helm, and everything was going fairly smooth for him at the current moment in time. Sure, the mission was a bust for the crew overall, but for Tibulus it was a hell of a success. He got a new body to use later down the road, he had figured out some cooler shit he could do, it was great. "Taaaaaaaake meeeeeee ooooooon..."

"Hnng... wha?" The captive stirred awake as a feminine voice echoed through the room. "Where am I? W-what's going on here?!"

"IIIIII'll beeeeeeee gooooooone..." Tibulus sat there singing as the captive looked at him, her hands tied behind her back as she tilted her head. "What the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?" With a 'sigh', Tibulus turned down the volume on his music even further as he stared at the girl with his stun-gun in hand. "You're in space, sweetheart, and you're aboard a cargo ship full of crooks and criminals. It's kinda shit, to be dreadfully honest with you, but I'm not gonna just say that." Tibulus shot her with his stun-gun on a low setting, just enough to send her back into an unconscious state. "O-oh... misfired. Ah well, she'll make for a good body."

The War of the Three: Exodus

@Floodtalon@Lmpkio@KoL

The laser Amaterasu was charging was ready to be fired at any moment, though the goddess halted on the firing of said attack as she watched the draconic demon rush towards her before vanishing. As Nina reappeared behind Amaterasu, the goddess quickly turned around and unleashed the charge directly towards the demon, the holy light simply pounding away at the demonic darkness as Amaterasu hung in the air, her gaze fixated towards Nina with a darkened scowl.

This was an oddly poetic assault and counter. Dark versus Light. Heaven versus Hell. God versus Devil. It'd be a lot better if it wasn't over so quickly. Depending on how fast this one fight would be over, maybe Amaterasu could arc her fire at the demons in the area and wipe them out before chaos ensues with them. The skeleton hordes were growing faster and faster by the minute.

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@Floodtalon@KoL@Lmpkio@Sho Minazuki@Silvan Haven@Spiffy

The Guardian and Mephilius both missed their attacks as Bonesword flew by on Charlie, the snake using more questionable movements to evade attacks and keep moving at a rapid pace. Bonesword looked behind him as he drew his Cybersword, two vines on Charlie quickly gripping his legs to ensure he wouldn't be caught falling off the snake as he rode. In case he had to make a rash decision for his defense, he could now do so with the newest blade granted to him by the mechanics of the Machina.

As Charlie and Bonesword rode through the swampy marsh, the lives of previous warriors fell rapidly to the champions of the Nexus. However, as one skeleton fell, two or three more took it's place in the Marsh in a different area. The numbers kept climbing, approaching higher amounts as Bonesword's minions began to swarm around the other combatants in the area, swiping at them for as much damage as they could muster out of their decrepit bodies and rusty weapons. The only ones not targeted by the swipes would be the Machina units in the immediate area, but even then several skeletons around each one began to swipe at the terrain in attempts to keep it down and out of the battlefield in order to ensure the safety of Bonesword's allies.

Bonesword's shield blipped as it recharged to maximum capacity. It'd protect him from a good hit on his body should the Guardian or any other body manage to lay a hit on him. The bullets were one thing, but the Guardian didn't play around. All Bonesword could do for the Guardian if he hit was pray to Indra that nothing bad would arise. Same with that light goddess. She could probably end him with one strong hit if she could land one.

Hellpact

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This seems cool I wish to join. <3.

The War of the Three: Exodus

@Floodtalon@Lmpkio@KoL

Amaterasu flew into the First Pyramid before her sword reformed into a spiral of light around her arm, her eyes narrowing down onto the conglomeration of demons and the guardian of said Pyramid. Raising her hands up to the demons and guardian, Amaterasu began to charge a strong lancing beam at the three targets, aiming to kill at least the demons with the blast and greatly injure the guardian in the process. There, the other combatants of Heaven could assist her in annihilating the guardian so they could proceed unhindered.

Still, the beam was charging, but it was definitely something powerful for when it would be unleashed. It'd feel pretty something to actually manage to kill the demon who had seemingly ignored her attack prior, as well. That was pretty annoying to have an entire attack simply wasted, and he would have to pay for his sins in one way or another. Everything had a price, and the price of ignorance was pretty taxing on Amaterasu's list. Susanoo and Tsukuyomi knew that better than anyone, considering how many games of Monopoly she had been dragged into.

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@Floodtalon@KoL@Lmpkio@Sho Minazuki

Bonesword and Charlie shot out into the marshland as Bonesword figuratively closed his eyes. He felt the raw energy of all the souls around him, eager for a second chance at taking the Guardian's head, and the plants around him bending to his will despite the resistance from the boss. Charlie was detached from the control of the area given his heritage and existence, so he continued on like nothing was wrong. Just in case, the Vulcan Yew miniguns on Charlie and Bonesword returned into the body of Charlie as Bonesword looked at the conflict. There were two demons, the wolflike goddess from before, and Muramasa all in the vicinity right now that he could see, not to mention the countless souls underneath the entire area. Similarly, another angel was nearby, but staying hidden for the moment being. The plants told him that.

Putting his hand lower to the ground, Bonesword began calling up from the depths an army of the deceased. Those who had died long ago in battle against the Guardian began to rise once more to combat him, though they certainly had looked better before. As Charlie circled every other combatant, the skeletal challengers just kept rising up in Bonesword's wake. It wasn't long before a couple of skeletons became a hundred, and it wasn't long before a hundred became two hundred. It was enough to make Bonesword blush if he was capable of it.

Once the army was raised, they all began to converge onto the Guardian and demons engaging each other. Bonesword hung back, deciding to engage himself after his army was raised even more.

Just to test another thought, however, the skeleton turned one tree to his aid as a construct, observing it in case the environment had some effect on his constructs.

The Narrow Path

"Dirt. Small rodents. Sunlight. It's like a plant and snake hybrid. Whatever either thing can eat, it probably can too." Brock steps away as he notices the hot coffee and the now coffee-covered-bird basking in the heat of the liquid as the skeleton looks off towards the mountain range in the distance. "We get there, we stop Yashar. Remember that," Brock says as he points to what you can barely make out as an ancient temple atop of the mountain range. It's very distant, but it's definitely there.

Strangers of Mist - M

Wow. The situation just got... extreme. Not only did the hair-ruffling of the boy from Anya set him off, it seemed like everyone there was accounted for. What a glorious day to start off to with these people. Magdalene made a mental note to not touch the boy unless it was necessary, not that she would under most circumstances.

Mags was about to get down to comfort the boy when Liv had already stepped up to the task. She seemed really motherly to the "little bird" and it caused Mags to scream internally. It was oddly incredibly adorable to watch Liv calm down the little bird, and it just made Mags happy on the inside to see the woman handle him. Hopefully it would work well, because Mags really didn't want to have to give it a shot. The first comment about the nightstalkers caused her a bit of reluctance to work with the bird.

Mark mentioned something about it being a nice place to store captives, and Mags began to think out loud while pacing around the room. "I dun' think we're really captives. I'm thinkin' what they said about rehabilitation was true to some extent, at least in their eyes it was. Pro'lem is, we gotta figure out what we all have in common that would put us all in this s-"

Mags' attention was diverted at the rather boastfully curvy woman who just entered the room, with her ass full of sass. Holy heck. Mags had seen curvier girls before but this woman had to have had some implants or something. She asked a question about how everyone's day had been going. "I've stayed up fer twenty-six hours straight before with nonstop surgeries, this rivals the sleep-deprived day after that." Mags stopped pacing as she looked at the new girl. "Who're you, miss?"

The Narrow Path

"... two. It's been a while, though." Eve lays back down beside you as she continues sunbathing as the snake looks at you, shaking it's head. It's not long before Brock walks out and stands over you, a mug of what you assume is coffee being held over you.

"Hold off that assumption, Toby. It took me days to recover after making Charlie, and something like that isn't gonna take a hit from much of anything. I'm still withdrawing from making it, but I should be fine by the end of the day." You see Brock tip his mug into his gullet, only to see steam rising from his shirt as it exits his collar. Brock begins to speak, still drinking. "Though, you can get that one to grow if you feed it the right stuff."

The Narrow Path

_{"HIM? NAH, HE'S YOURS."}

You see Brock's head poke out the window before it retreats inside. Looks like you have your own snake now. He's kinda cute, too.

Eve blushes as she awkwardly looks to the spot where the stick landed. "Slower? Dang it. Really thought I could beat my personal best."

The Narrow Path

"Do what?" Eve asks as the snake begins to coil around you arm, its head poking up at you and it's tongue sticking out quickly before retreating inside.