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Just Noodles who like eating noodles
Age: 22
A bit late to say this, but retired
Age: 22
A bit late to say this, but retired
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Grand Line - The 'Merchant' Ship
The ‘merchants’ of the ship brandishes their muskets under the bright glare of the Dragonfire. It was as if they are sworn to fight to the very end of their lives. The rapiers, encrusted in gems of rubies and Lapis Lazuli, seemed beyond what mere merchants would be able to afford.
“Halt!” The men of the so-called merchant ship lowered their weapons, albeit reluctantly. “Those pirates aren’t of Ezequiel’s flag!!”
“If it's really Baron Ezequiel, he wouldn’t have approached you all so peacefully, not without Dreamhounds swarming on you all, Chancellor.” Still tied to the masts, Arafael’s grey eyes glinted at the tall man of greying hair, the bony hands caressing on the silver embroidered walking stick. The Scarlet Pirates’... Even after so long at this ship, Arafael still couldn’t believe on their stroke of ‘luck’. They have been attracting so much attention from all sorts of dangerous people.
“You can claim whatever treasure that we have,” The Chancellor threw an oaken stamp towards the Pirates’ side of the ship. A gangplank was raised between the two broadsides “And I can give you more if I still had access to the Kingdom’s Treasury.”
“You know Arafael?” Alesia was about to ask what in the world are those ‘Dreamhounds’, before picking up the stamp from that peculiar old man. Just the stamp alone, costs more than the White Pearl ship. A gold plated Emblem of an oaken tree and feather. No doubt, a Royal seal from some nation. Just as she thought they were just merchant ships, they got caught between affairs of another Kingdom. “So what’s the catch? Your Honor.” Alesia pieced together the last few words half-heartedly, boarding the ‘Merchant’ ship.
“Escort us safely, back to the Throne hall of Argin Kingdom. Duke Benniad is plotting against Prince Bayonnes,” The Chancellor handed Alesia an Eternal pose, opening the door to the Captain Cabin. “We barely escaped the Privateer Ezequiel’s pursuit, but Prince Bayonnes isn’t so… fortunate. His pendant is the only thing suppressing the influence of Duke Benniad’s foul abilities.”
The captain’s cabin was a messy room, though more opulent than those from her ship. From the outside Alesia could see a bedridden man of his 20s. Prince Bayonnes was unconscious, as if struck by some sort of coma. Alesia recognised the make of the pendent by colour and tint. A pendant of Sea Prism Stone.
The ‘merchants’ of the ship brandishes their muskets under the bright glare of the Dragonfire. It was as if they are sworn to fight to the very end of their lives. The rapiers, encrusted in gems of rubies and Lapis Lazuli, seemed beyond what mere merchants would be able to afford.
“Halt!” The men of the so-called merchant ship lowered their weapons, albeit reluctantly. “Those pirates aren’t of Ezequiel’s flag!!”
“If it's really Baron Ezequiel, he wouldn’t have approached you all so peacefully, not without Dreamhounds swarming on you all, Chancellor.” Still tied to the masts, Arafael’s grey eyes glinted at the tall man of greying hair, the bony hands caressing on the silver embroidered walking stick. The Scarlet Pirates’... Even after so long at this ship, Arafael still couldn’t believe on their stroke of ‘luck’. They have been attracting so much attention from all sorts of dangerous people.
“You can claim whatever treasure that we have,” The Chancellor threw an oaken stamp towards the Pirates’ side of the ship. A gangplank was raised between the two broadsides “And I can give you more if I still had access to the Kingdom’s Treasury.”
“You know Arafael?” Alesia was about to ask what in the world are those ‘Dreamhounds’, before picking up the stamp from that peculiar old man. Just the stamp alone, costs more than the White Pearl ship. A gold plated Emblem of an oaken tree and feather. No doubt, a Royal seal from some nation. Just as she thought they were just merchant ships, they got caught between affairs of another Kingdom. “So what’s the catch? Your Honor.” Alesia pieced together the last few words half-heartedly, boarding the ‘Merchant’ ship.
“Escort us safely, back to the Throne hall of Argin Kingdom. Duke Benniad is plotting against Prince Bayonnes,” The Chancellor handed Alesia an Eternal pose, opening the door to the Captain Cabin. “We barely escaped the Privateer Ezequiel’s pursuit, but Prince Bayonnes isn’t so… fortunate. His pendant is the only thing suppressing the influence of Duke Benniad’s foul abilities.”
The captain’s cabin was a messy room, though more opulent than those from her ship. From the outside Alesia could see a bedridden man of his 20s. Prince Bayonnes was unconscious, as if struck by some sort of coma. Alesia recognised the make of the pendent by colour and tint. A pendant of Sea Prism Stone.
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Decks of White Pearl
“I’m a Marine Lieutenant. Originally my mission was just to spy on the affairs of the Brown Isles. And there you took down the pirate Valar, he was quite a troublesome one.” Arafael yellow eyebrows creased into a frown. “Captain Falir and Lieutenant Shakar would’ve crossed the Calm Belts by now, rather than this lengthy voyage.”
“The Nests of Sea Kings? You’re joking.” Alesia snorted, crossing that stretch of sea was an unthinkable voyage of its own.
“Shakar was already a retired marine when I enlisted. Heard that he use to be that of a higher rank, not that I would want to know much about him anyways. Really, you should be wary of my Captain’s Crows and Seagulls. Her Whisper Whisper Fruit allows her to fluently understand the Language of Birds.” Without much regards to the Pirate Captain Alesia, Arafael gave his answer to Bakuto with a notable smirk, a clear semblance of the expression shown back when he was in his more fluffy form.
“Of course we’ll be seizing that ship, Don’t let that plunder get away from us!” Alesia took on the ship wheel, veering the White Pearl towards that Merchant ship.
Soon, the White Pearl caught up the Merchant ship with its pursuit. The White Pearl meets the Merchant Ship by the Broadsides. “We’re Pirates, hand over your ship goods and nobody gets hurt!!” The Scarlet Pirates’ captain announced her demands.
“Don’t lie to us, you think we’ll hand over Prince Bayonnes to you scums of Benniad?!” One of the ‘merchants’ flashed out his rapier, followed by a few more who drew out muskets. “For the Spear of Ravens!!!”
“Seems like they aren’t well convinced…” Alesia pulled out her cutlass, she wasn’t sure on what those merchants were going on about, but she was prepared to seize the plunder, in one way or another.
“I’m a Marine Lieutenant. Originally my mission was just to spy on the affairs of the Brown Isles. And there you took down the pirate Valar, he was quite a troublesome one.” Arafael yellow eyebrows creased into a frown. “Captain Falir and Lieutenant Shakar would’ve crossed the Calm Belts by now, rather than this lengthy voyage.”
“The Nests of Sea Kings? You’re joking.” Alesia snorted, crossing that stretch of sea was an unthinkable voyage of its own.
“Shakar was already a retired marine when I enlisted. Heard that he use to be that of a higher rank, not that I would want to know much about him anyways. Really, you should be wary of my Captain’s Crows and Seagulls. Her Whisper Whisper Fruit allows her to fluently understand the Language of Birds.” Without much regards to the Pirate Captain Alesia, Arafael gave his answer to Bakuto with a notable smirk, a clear semblance of the expression shown back when he was in his more fluffy form.
“Of course we’ll be seizing that ship, Don’t let that plunder get away from us!” Alesia took on the ship wheel, veering the White Pearl towards that Merchant ship.
Soon, the White Pearl caught up the Merchant ship with its pursuit. The White Pearl meets the Merchant Ship by the Broadsides. “We’re Pirates, hand over your ship goods and nobody gets hurt!!” The Scarlet Pirates’ captain announced her demands.
“Don’t lie to us, you think we’ll hand over Prince Bayonnes to you scums of Benniad?!” One of the ‘merchants’ flashed out his rapier, followed by a few more who drew out muskets. “For the Spear of Ravens!!!”
“Seems like they aren’t well convinced…” Alesia pulled out her cutlass, she wasn’t sure on what those merchants were going on about, but she was prepared to seize the plunder, in one way or another.
The White Pearl
“As of that guy Scruffy,” Alesia grabbed the Sword of the Starry Night by the scabbard, carefully making sure that she doesn’t touch the Seastone Handle. Flint could hold that thing without a problem, however…
“He’s a Devil Fruit user like us. That Sea Prism Stone, I’ll try if this could drown him.” Alesia tapped the lump of seastone on the former crew pet. It was almost like a reverse of how that fortune teller transformed. The white thick fur and the canines reverted back to that of a tall yellow haired man. The knottings of the ropes strained as his mouth and ears reshaped itself into the face of the fortune teller. The scar along his cheeks was more apparent in his human form.
Arafael let out a yawn, his grey eyes squinting against the bright afternoon sunlight, taking a glimpse of the current surroundings.
“You’re at the Grand Line, Scruffy.” Alesia was surprised to see Arafael rather unfazed despite the seastone. She’d almost drowned the last time she touched that thing,”How did you do that, its like that drowning stones didn’t do much to you…?”
“Oh, thanks for the trip,” Arafael replied nonchalantly, “Its just a matter of getting used to the feeling of drowning. There’re prisoners in Impel down who get cuffed in seastones for their whole life.”
Just then, a merchant ship was sighted from a distance. As they saw the White Pearl, the crew of the merchant ship quickly tackled their masts to make for the run from those pirates.
“As of that guy Scruffy,” Alesia grabbed the Sword of the Starry Night by the scabbard, carefully making sure that she doesn’t touch the Seastone Handle. Flint could hold that thing without a problem, however…
“He’s a Devil Fruit user like us. That Sea Prism Stone, I’ll try if this could drown him.” Alesia tapped the lump of seastone on the former crew pet. It was almost like a reverse of how that fortune teller transformed. The white thick fur and the canines reverted back to that of a tall yellow haired man. The knottings of the ropes strained as his mouth and ears reshaped itself into the face of the fortune teller. The scar along his cheeks was more apparent in his human form.
Arafael let out a yawn, his grey eyes squinting against the bright afternoon sunlight, taking a glimpse of the current surroundings.
“You’re at the Grand Line, Scruffy.” Alesia was surprised to see Arafael rather unfazed despite the seastone. She’d almost drowned the last time she touched that thing,”How did you do that, its like that drowning stones didn’t do much to you…?”
“Oh, thanks for the trip,” Arafael replied nonchalantly, “Its just a matter of getting used to the feeling of drowning. There’re prisoners in Impel down who get cuffed in seastones for their whole life.”
Just then, a merchant ship was sighted from a distance. As they saw the White Pearl, the crew of the merchant ship quickly tackled their masts to make for the run from those pirates.
There's a difference between religious and 'trying to be', just sayin ~ Usually its the newly-converted that cause the most problems.
I only eat vegetarian at the 1st and 15th of the month, but on other days I'm not some monk or saint so I just eat whatsoever :X
I only eat vegetarian at the 1st and 15th of the month, but on other days I'm not some monk or saint so I just eat whatsoever :X
Sorry it took a while, was busy for the past few days :T
It was a long trip away from his home village, even for a hunter-gatherer like Alath. All of this to meet the man who called himself ‘The Dragon’. To visit the northern and southern lands that stretches far beyond the neutral zone was one of his goals in life, and he’d thought that being an apprentice of a well-travelled mage would help a lot on his dreams.
And there, is an oddly shaped carriage. One that is too ugly to be called a horse of any kind. Even the man of the carriage don’t look alive. That man was sure as odd as the rumours goes. Straightening on his leather cloak, he approached that man of the carriage, “I’m here to visit your master, if you would excuse me.”
And there, is an oddly shaped carriage. One that is too ugly to be called a horse of any kind. Even the man of the carriage don’t look alive. That man was sure as odd as the rumours goes. Straightening on his leather cloak, he approached that man of the carriage, “I’m here to visit your master, if you would excuse me.”
@PrincessVampora ~ scrapped away his transformation talent, since the other one suits him better
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