Pacifista

It begins with a map....

As the pair walked on their road, Roan grew increasingly worried about his wound. It stopped bleeding just fine, but the fact that it happened so early in their journey was not a good omen. Glenn had at least been able to take care of it, but it didn’t do as much for Roan’s mood as he’d hoped.

He moped about that for a little while, but got over it eventually, at least for now. A short while after that, the pair came across the fork in the road. Roan grumbled for a moment, before checking the map in Glenn’s hands. He had a rough guess as to where they were, but given that the map didn’t list and cities or show any roads, they were on their own otherwise. Their best bet was to find a large town and get a better map somehow. There wasn’t a signpost either, and Roan had come from the other direction, so he hadn’t a clue regarding the geography of the land. The fact that there were roads meant it was well traveled, at least, so he let out a sigh, before pointing to the left, saying, “This way, I suppose? I haven’t a clue which will get us closer. We want to get to another town so we can find a better map first. We’ll see where to go from there.” Readjusting his pack, he made for the path. He didn’t figure it made much difference if they got a little lost, as long as they made it by winter.

It begins with a map....

Okay, that about does it for my sorta half assed event. I'll hopefully have a better one for later, but I believe it's your turn! Go ahead and build towards whenever you feel it.

It begins with a map....

As Glenn stomped past Roan and over to Peyton and Dax, Roan stopped as the large boy passed him, not wanting to get in his way. Peyton froze, too intimidated to move, while Dax took several cautious steps back, not brave enough to act. At Glenn’s threat, Peyton didn’t seem impressed, but he didn’t say anything either.

Clearing his throat, roan approached, giving the two a grin as he said, “Yeah, you don’t want to mess with Glenn, do ya? Not that I blame you, but messing with me is just like messing with him, so I’d count your blessings to Erther and get gone.” Dax gave Roan an angry look before relenting, turning and running. Peyton managed to wrench himself out of Glenn’s loosened grip, hitting the ground and running after his cousin.

With the two gone, Roan let out a sigh, mumbling, “Little brats.” Rubbing the back of his head, he froze as he felt something warm. Pulling his hands into sight, he cursed under his breath as he rubbed his fingers, red blood between them. Grumbling at the two cousins, he pulled a cloth out of his bag as he tried to absorb blood from the wound, turning back to walk on their path.

It begins with a map....

As the two cousins looked between each other, Roan shot, “You heard him! Now get gone!” After a bit of muttering, the taller cousin, Peyton, asked, “What was that paper ya dropped there, Glenn?”

Dex added, “Cause we want it. You took it!”

Roan retorted, “You just said it was me who took something.” Of course, he had, but that was beside the point. Not giving them another word, he turned back to the road, beginning to head off. It wasn’t more than a minute when a rock from one of the two boys sailed through the air and smacked him in the back of the head. Snarling from the stinging pain, Roan dropped his pack, stomping back to the pair, demanding, “Which one of you did that!?” Peyton and Dex didn’t exactly seem intimidated by the small boy whom was only slightly older, but they were occasionally shooting glances at Glenn, worried what the large boy might do.

It begins with a map....

“Is that so?” Roan mumbled, looking back over his shoulder. He expected not to see anyone, but their pursuers had stepped out of their cover, steadily approaching. Roan stopped, nudging Glenn and pointing them out, asking, “You recognize these kids?” Admittedly, they weren’t too much younger than Roan and Glenn, but Roan certainly wasn’t going to recognize them.

Once the two youths were in earshot, one of them called, “You there! The shorter one! Yeah, give back what you stole from Winston!” The two looked at each other with uncertainty, as if they weren’t sure what they were told was true or not, while Roan simply looked over to Glenn and shrugged.

It begins with a map....

Oh, okay! Kinda surprised to see a reply, it's been a little while. I'll get one of my own up tomorrow!

It begins with a map....

At Glenn’s confusion, Roan kindly reminded him, “Ms Dotta mentioned Scarlett. Ring a bell?” At Glenn’s sheepish response, Roan praised himself on the accurate guess, before realizing he shouldn’t pride himself for reading such an open book. “Well, let’s get going then! That treasure ain’t gonna find itself,” Roan smiled, picking up his pace a little, heading closer and closer to the limits of the small town. The sky was still clear, the weather fair, and the roads clear as far as the eye could see on the slightly uneven terrain: a damn good day for travel.

As they reached the city limits, Roan took one last look back at Glenn and the two, keeping an eye over his shoulder. He subconsciously reached his hand down to his skin, where his shiny new knife was. Stopping for a moment, he readjusted himself, putting his new knife with his old one. He then made to keep moving, before glancing over his shoulder again, seeing some movement. Though Roan couldn’t tell, they were being tailed by a pair of village youths, the very same whom were helping Winston with his new ‘furniture shipment’ earlier. Slowing his pace to walk by Glenn, he asked, “Aside from Ms Dotta, no one knows we’re going anywhere, right?”

It begins with a map....

Been a few days...did I do too much with that post or are you just busy?

One Piece: Seeking Freedom (1x1, Pacifista and Hillan)

In the Grand Line, a sea overrun with piracy, many islands had many ways to attempt to protect themselves from the threat of violent seafarers. Some islands never needed much, being naturally dangerous enough on their own. One such island is Meldion, known for its odd weather of extremes. In winter, the island is chilly and frozen. In autumn, winds whip up into tornadoes often. In the springtime, it becomes warm and humid. And currently, in summer, it is dry, making many plants wilt, areas near the shores being desertified. Somehow, animals, plants, and people have adapted to this lifestyle, the citizens of the island building a powerful Empire.

However, down in the dungeons under the capital city of Malodi, where more than a few pirates were being dealt with, yet another was joining them. Dressed in prison stripes was a broad man with platinum blond hair, tied back, hanging to the end of his neck. His eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses, and shackles kept his wrists bound together as two guards escorted him, a four colored emblem displayed on their capes, wearing gray armor over their torso and white pants, helms covering their faces, swords and pistols at their hips. Finally reaching an open area with a number of trapdoors, they opened one, gesturing for the man to get in. He looked down, before being shoved in, crying out as he fell. Luckily he bounced, standing on his shaking knees, gritting his teeth as the trap door was shut and locked.

Gerolf Flannel fumed, “There’s nothing wrong with Sea King liver already! Seriously! It’s not that bad!” Grumbling, he plopped down looking around his cell. It was pretty featureless: there was a small, filthy hatch for relieving one’s self, and a barred grate in one of the stone walls. It looked like it had a door system that allowed guards walking by to give food to the prisoners, but it seemed to be connected to another cell.

1x1 Anime themed story

Well, I shot you a PM with my idea.