Leaves

Word association Game!

Sore.

Make a wish, corrupt a wish.

Your wish has been granted. Your real life problems pose no threat to animals or the ecosystem.

I wish for my sarcasm skills to improve.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for not lasting even an hour.

One Piece: New Horizons!

"Is that okay with you?"

Interacting with:@ProPro@yoshua171@Spiffy

Feya's eyes moved to the right and her mouth stayed agape. A confused sound came out of her when she heard the cereal captain's response. She stuck her index finger and dug into her right ear, picking off some wax and flicking it to the side. "I apologize, did you say he has 'never been sober?' I'm more than sure that's a health hazard and throws a lot of red flags." Shaking her head to the side, she sucked air through her teeth.

"I have charts and graphs if you want to see the dangers of alcoholism does on a person. I even have a fun fact book. He's literally just one of seventeen million people that suffer from -- did you say drunken fist?" Feya stopped her rambling and stepped back. She was a bit hesitant to continue the conversation. The combat based on the user's inebriation, Feya never considered this method of fighting to be genuine; she always assumed it was a myth.

Shrugging her shoulders, she gave up on the conversation. "Alright then," the fitness woman believed it would best to spectate the battle with her own eyes. Seeing the battle begin, she kept glancing at the cereal captain. The cries of the enemy pirates didn't really help her judgment. From the start, the drunken martial artist managed to get himself locked within the rope. This was becoming a bit uneasy to witness until something strange had occurred.

Feya watched the tides turn when Ken released himself from the bindings and instead utilized the rope to temporarily keep the doctor in dark clothing in check. She stuck her lower lip out and nodded. "Okay," she muttered, slowly understanding the method of drunken combat. Feya studied the battle more and more. Lucky for the fitness woman, most of these battles utilized hand-to-hand combat and did not rely on devil fruit powers.

She then saw a gleam of light shine on the opponent's hand. A self-injection via syringe was utilized that suddenly transformed the enemy into "Mr.Sledge." The person's muscle mass and bodyweight increased ten-fold. Feya's eyes opened wide at the spectacle. "No way! Are those muscles enhancers?! Is that artificial?!" She bellowed out; the woman was clearly interested and forgotten the stress of the battle.

Once snapping out of her interest, she noticed the battle's end. Ken was inches away from victory and collapsed from overexertion. Feya kept her eyes on the falling doctor as he descended in the air. Fortunately, his captain caught him in the nick of time. Feya stared off at the pirate's reactions and how they spoke to each other. It seemed they were fighting amongst each other and in total disbelief of their losses.

Her body shook when she saw Bullet Bill give one of his subordinates a sucker punch. The poor soul was sent into one of the walls. She massaged her right bicep and rotated her neck. "Some arm you got," she whispered. Her train of thought was interrupted by her crewmate, Lilly. Glancing at her, she listened to her request. Rubbing the backside of her neck, she nodded and accepted. "Yeah, I got it." The fitness woman spoke without giving Lilianna eye contact, glancing at Bullet Bill again.

She took the medical supplies and kneeled down to the unconscious doctor. She snickered, "Can't say I'm truly impressed. Only slightly. I figure your technique is more efficient with both legs on the ground, huh?" She was speaking to a knocked out person so there was no guaranteed response. Looking at the outcome of Dr. Sledge, she began talking to herself again. "Though you did take down someone with a muscle enhancer. That's worth a pat on the back." The fitness woman examined to see if there was no blockage in the breathing or circulation. Continuing on, she checked further for any bruising or swelling -- common indicators of broken bones. using what was given, she massaged the healing gel into the most severely damaged areas then bandaging the treated areas. Looking at the syringe in her hand, she stuck the needle in the shoulder of the doctor. Putting her eyes on Liliana, she said bluntly. "I have no idea where you inject your needles into people. I chose the shoulder."

Taking a stand, she called to her captain. "Hey, Cedric. I want the big one." She threw her head and directed it over to Bullet Bill.

✧ Talrae ✧ (LOOKING FOR CO-GM)

Health: 975/1300
Mana: 1482/1900
Renn: 733 Renn
STATs Tree:

[+]

Health: 13
Mana: 19
Strength: 9
Agility: 12
Intelligence: 15

✧ DAY 8 - Genesis City, Inn "Eden Hall" - 8AM-12AM ✧

6/23/2076

Day 8

Dubstepp released a lengthy yawn. For being more than a week stuck in this game, he still had not got used to a few things. He disliked having to wake up early in the morning. In his other life, he usually woke up around mid-afternoon, that is to say, if he did not have to go to work. He hoped he would be able to make it a habit given this is a life or death situation. Pinching his nose stem, he wondered if the moderators or game devs would do anything unfair to the players.

Dubstepp brought his hands together and held his chin up. If anything, him and the other players were just tools. On the first day, without any mercy, the game designer eliminated one player as an example. The musician's eyes went blank as he stared off into the distance. He relived the moment, seeing the scared expression on other players. He heard their screams of terror and witnessed how most of them went into a panic.

Dubstepp snapped out of his flashback. Rubbing his forehead, he knew preparation was the key. He needed to have the best chance against -- Dubstepp let out a sigh as he thought of the word "God." That's basically what the game designer had become. "The power to do anything in the world that you built. Heh, sounds like God," Dubstepp chuckled at the irony of this dilemma. He wanted to be on top of things yet he's just a pawn to someone else in this computer game.

Dubstepp shifted his body a bit. He was taking a seat on the circular stone bench of a fountain. The trainer glanced at passing NPCs and players; they carried on with their daily routines. Groups of players walked by and stayed totally tranced in their conversation. The musician squinted, he wondered if that remained the best option. He chose to Han Solo for a while without chaining himself to a guild. It seemed more trouble than it was worth. Naturally, feelings might become a weakness and there was the matter of dead weight.

The trainer recollected to his past moments with several players he encountered. He did find their assistance in the dungeon helpful though he did have a falling out with a few individuals. Human interactions are a flip of the coin; either way, they are going to end up good or bad. Dubstepp still can't help the fact that the first person he met disappeared without a trace, "Aura." He barely knew the red-headed beauty, but it still annoys the hell out of him. The literal contact that wasn't an NPC managed to 'poof.'

Dubstepp opened up his inbox and began browsing through his emails. "Damn it. Is there really an easy decision to this?" His eyes began moving as his mind tried to concentrate. He closed the inbox when he noticed that he was running from his choice. "I'll make a decision tomorrow. I have to stop putting this off."

✧ DAY 9 - Genesis City, Inn "Eden Hall" - 8AM-12AM ✧

6/24/2076

Day 9

Dubstepp quietly sat near a fountain again. It frankly was the best place for thoughts. He twiddled his thumbs together; he spent some time thinking about his decision. The benefits did seem promising, but even then, he wasn't sure if it was the "best decision." The ultimate deciding factor was Dubstepp needed to make some sacrifices. He stepped off the fountain parked on the gravel. He looked up at the clear, blue sky. Opening up his menu, he clicked on a past user's name on his friend's list. In actuality, it was one of the few people he met on the first day. Dubstepp sent a message to Reylan that read: "Hey. how's the day going? I would like a moment of your time to chat. Any restaurant you have in mind? I'm kind of hungry."

Reylan was quick to reply to the message "It's going smoothly so far. Sure, we haven't gotten time to talk in awhile it seems. How about the Twisted Fang? Got some pretty good BBQ." He sent it and started to head in that direction, since he figured that's where they would meet. It felt like ever since Aura left and he became guild-leader he just was caught up in so much stuff that he didn't make enough time to talk with Dub. He felt a bit guilty about that after all Dub was one of his first party members. Together they fought their first mobs and won. Whatever he wanted to talk about, Reylan was eager to listen.

Dubstepp raised his eyebrows for a quick second. He did not expect a fast response. He guessed guild leaders must have some time to spare. Writing back, “I don’t really like barbecue, but that’s fine.” He sent the message and began walking to the destination with his arms behind his head. He arrived shortly, after a few days you tend to remember close to all the restaurant names.

He was tempted to reply that it had more than BBQ but decided to simply wait until they were face-to-face. Reylan came to the Twisted Fang a few minutes after Dubstepp "Hey Dub!" He cheerfully called out as he approached. While he still wasn't technically a part of the guild, Reylan would do anything to help him out. Dub was part of his first party and the group that took down their first dungeon, of course, he would feel a little attached "Well, should we head inside?" Even though the answer was obvious, he still asked in a semi-coy manner.

“I didn’t come for nothing,” Dubstepp chose to speak with an obvious answer. He shook his head in the general direction. After a few minutes of waiting and communicating with the server, the two young males sat across from each other in a booth.

"I gotta admit it's kinda nice just to hang out the two of us." Reylan opened with a friendly smile "So.." He rest his elbows in the table, hands laying on top of each other in the center "What did ya want to talk about?" Being the guildmaster, it seemed more and more people had something to discuss with him.

Dubstepp laid his head back on the leather cushion. His eyes were half-way opened. There was light tapping on the wooden table. He thought back to how this situation was going to play out. He certainly didn't believe Reylan would be so cheery. Was he always like this? Has it been that long? Dubstepp coughed as he tried to clear his throat. "I've had some time to think. I've recently received an epiphany."

The words did not bring Reylan any closer to understanding what Dubstepp wanted. It honestly could mean anything, so it was easier to simply ask "I'm here to listen if you want to share it." It was a simple but honest reply. Dub seemed to always be cool-headed and witty, and brought a unique perspective to the group.

Dubstepp leaned forward with his hands clasped together. Bringing his hands to his chins, he spoke again. "I'm interested in joining the guild."

Reylan did his best to suppress the gladness that Dubs words brought him, even if it was not-comittal in his signature fashion "That's great. I'm sure everyone would be happy to have you officially part of it." Small as it was, this guild was family and Dub was a piece of it.

Dubstepp nodded his head in response. "I think I know some of them, but you must have got some new members. I haven't really made a decision yet." The musician tried taming down Reylan's enthusiasm. "I have a few questions. I am joining this based on previous knowledge of you guys. I know you guys from previous adventures. So I am a bit spectacle because there might be better options for me out there. Who know? I guess my first question is how many players are currently in the guild?"

Dubstepp's choice of work had their intended effect, the excitableness he had been expressing faded especially when it was mentioned that there might be better options. While he was a bit sad that their previous times working together didn't guarantee him joining, he was able to understand his mindset. Reylan had been so caught up with his interactions with the others that the threat of death had somewhat faded from his mind "As of right now, there are ten people in the guild. The most of them you will already know." He said, taking a calmer and more serious tone.

Dubstepp tapped his chin and leaned back. "Okay, that's actually not bad. Though I sort of had a feeling given we did have a dungeon run together." Dubstepp chuckled, attempting to ease the table talk. Then he sucked air through his teeth. "Given that you are the leader, I'm guessing you have decided on a second-in-command. Have you and who might that be?" Dubstepp cut his hand through the air.

Dubstepp and Reylan conversed more inside the diner about the guild. Dubstepp took a few minutes to eat. During that time, he thought about the information and accepted Reylan's invitation. "I know I'm a bit late, but I'll go ahead and sign that document now. It's probably in my best interest and best option." He snickered and signed the official document to guarantee himself as a member."I guess you got this meal, right? Given you are the guild master and all."

Dubstepp used no Renn.
Dubstepp increased his relationship with player Reylan.
Reylan://////////
Dubstepp has 733 Renn left.

SUMMARY

Dubstepp put a lot of thought into joining a guild. He wasted almost an entire day, thinking back to previous experiences. Finally, he came to decision. With a formal invite to Reylan, the two discussed the guild and ate alongside each other. With enough information, Dubstepp was comfortable in becoming a member.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Spectating the Swords...Drunken Guy say what?!

Interacting with:

Feya nodded to Bonekid's enthusiasm. Though he was a skeleton and kid, he knew how to hold his ground. Feya always settled fights with her fists. She never could understand the way of the sword. She probably could, but training for such a talent might hinder her regular workouts. Feya relied on her physical strength and not on a sword. She acknowledged that Bonekid would do tremendously well.

When the fight was beginning, Feya noticed the opponent was a female. Seeing Launcher and this new combatant brought a smirk to the fitness woman. She couldn't help but acknowledge strong women taking a stand. Even though they were about to put the hurt on her crewmates. Feya sat down on the floor, preparing to relax. Unlike the last fight with fists, she wouldn't be able to learn anything from Bonekid's.

She began questioning things such as why the woman would have a short and long sword. That's about as practical as doing arm curls with different weights. 200-pound on one arm and 100-pound on her other. It's not as efficient. Luckily, her question was answered when the short sword grew longer. By closer inspection, the woman cut herself earlier. A bit unhygienic, if the sword was rusty or had not been cleaned, but her blood crawled to the tip of the blade and managed to grow in length.

Feya's eyes widen, it would seem the other crew was full of Devil Fruit users. The fitness woman continued watching. Sparks flew as the swords hit. Swords, plant-life, and blood were three main factors of the fight. There was a lot of stress on Feya's shoulders as she kept herself informed about the score. THe sword woman was in the lead. She only needed three points to guarantee a victory. BUt atlas. she was knocked out by the second-mate.

"Bonekid, you did it!" Feya stood up to her feet and flicked her wrist. The skeleton kid flopped on to the floor without a word. Lilliana reacted fast by nestling him into her lap before giving him some milk. "You just keep milk on you?" Feya asked. She kneeled down onto one knee for a quick analysis. "Any visible fractured bones?"

Feya turned her head when she noticed the next game and opponent. "Rope climbing contest? That would actually help build my upper-" Her thought process was interrupted when she noticed the drunkard volunteer for the position. "Hold up, this man is clearly inebriated. I don't think this is a wise decision." Feya spoke directly to the Krunch Captain.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Shaping the Air

Interacting with:

Feya crossed her arms. One of the crewmembers that she was observing began stepping up. Ultimately, she placed her interest in the ones that seemed to have physical talent. This male figure with the tattoo looked like a bruiser. Given his competitive game of choice, there was no denying he had some unique stamina levels. Even then, he probably had a devil fruit power to give him a fighting edge. This could overall be a pattern in these matches.

"Boxing..." Feya muttered. She dug her fingernails into her arm, shaking her head she decided to do the most logical choice. She held a finger up in order to volunteer and cut Bonesword's chance. Despite him being in second-in-command, it would be more probable to place crewmembers where their talents could be used to the fullest. Bonesword is a swordsman and won't fare well in a boxing match. Feya did have other plans, but there was no other op-.

"Oh. I totally forgot you guys existed," Feya bluntly spoke out when the Krunch's Hachirou chose to volunteer and send Bonesword back as a spectator. Feya clapped her hands together. "Well, let's keep cheering and keeping positive, guys. The score can only go up."

Feya paid close attention to the fight. The competitive sport of landing attacks and keeping your guard was something Feya needed to watch carefully. Her last fight against a crab boy did not fare so well. This boxing match should give her some new pointers or hopefully something more beneficial. The fight looked incredibly even depsite both men holding back. Feya then learned that Hachirou was a devil fruit user. "I don't see myself turning into a lion anytime soon..." The fitness woman mumbled to herself.

She sucked air through her teeth. Picking up the dialogue between the two combatants, she then heard something. Holding her fist up, Feya commented to herself. "Shaping the air," Feya squinted and eyed her fist. Her concentration broke once she noticed Greaves was sent back to the ocean by a powerful blow. Feya's eyes widened. "Oh, damn it. I looked away! She complained.

"Too much or not enough, what matters is that you won. Now we are up one. I feel though we might have to stay on our toes considering the other team might rethink their strategies. They might 'play more carefully' so to speak." The muscular woman snapped her fingers.

Adolescent Heroes (Teen Titans Inspired)

Marcus rushed to the group of kids surrounding the little sister. He took it upon himself to interrupt their little ceremony of blood sacrifice. Chef wasn't entirely sure if that's what was interpretted. All he could acknowledge was that the group of underage children were possessed, they had superior strength, and they were stretching the limbs of sleeping girl. Marcus pressed on, his shoes made imprints on the muddy surface.

The teen did not really have an in mind. He just proceeded to barge into the circle. Holding his arms up, he began elbowing some of the kids. Marcus did all he could in order to become a distraction. The cold rain touched his skin as he took action. The first few elbow strikes were clean, but were followed by less effient hits. The kids realized they were getting attacked and began to retaliate.

The monster witnessed the impressive, lizard man running forward. It growled and began lifting another arm to stop the opposing force. Unforunately, he found his reaction to be a bit slow. Kurt's speed and overall size managed to bring the monster to its back. The freakish creature's back thudded on the mud. Water began to seep onto its body.

"Insolent reptile!" The monster growled and stayed quiet for a few seconds. Its arms began flailing in the air as it tried to fight off the lizard man. During its silence, the rain transitioned to a darker color. Despite the darkness that the woods provided, everyone could notice the slight change of color. Precipation turned to a reddish color-- blood was raining from the sky.

Monster

@t2wave@LemonZest1337@1Hawkeyes

One Piece: New Horizons!

Let's Keep Up The Streak

Interacting with:@Gardevoiran

Feya watched closely to on the second match. During the match, she made certain to examine the opposing crew members. Feya wasn't scared of her team or the cereal crew losing. More so on the reason that if they lost, would they really comply with listening to Bullet Bill? Couldn't they just wreck everyone? Despite this, Feya did remain on the competitive side. She truly did not wish to lose because of her over-confident mindset.

Slick must have observed the match before...or not. Feya considered the idea that Slick would dominate; however, it seemed he just volunteered on raw emotion. One point was directed to Mag since he utilized a lighter on one of the balls. Fortunately, his oil powers managed to beat the vector woman. Feya threw a salute with her right thumb pointed to the ceiling. "Nice job out there. Let's try to keep a winning streak on our side."

Feya's ears flexed as they heard Bonesword speak up; the second mate took to calling shotgun for the next competition. Feya cracked her neck to the side. "I'm fine with that. Since we are calling it, I have dibs on the "possible" tiebreaker." She threw her fingers to air-quote the word "possible." "I'm okay if it's the responsibility and stress of winning a tied game is planted on my shoulders." She spoke.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Not Fair

Interacting with:@floodtalon

Feya Fitness kept to her routine. It seemed Slick and Kite were uninterested in helping with her daily regimen of lifting. She wasn't paying close attention to the surroundings around. Her ears could pick up a few words, but not complete sentences. The woman overheard someone mention a game of dodgeball. This really lit up the enthusiasm in Feya's heart. Playing sports always proved to be great craft for stamina and exercise.

Feya did not speak up as she needed to complete her set of push-ups. "One hundred ninety-eight, one hundred- ninety-nine, two hundred." She pushed herself up to feet; using her right arm, she wiped her forehead with one good swipe. The smell of sweat was beginning to emanate from her. Taking a second to catch her breath, she was ready for a game of dodgeball.

"Aye, I accept. I'll play this game of ball and Dodge. Amusing,"

"Son of a bitch." Feya cursed to herself. She couldn't believe the laziest person in the crew was the quickest to respond. The woman crossed her arms in spite. There was not much she could do but witness the game unfold. It was just a regular game of dodgeball. Just then a cannonball raced toward the woman on the opposite team. She didn't really have any interesting qualities save for her excessive use of bubble gum.

It stopped as soon as it struck her palm, not even pushing her back by a single inch! ”This will be our ball. So… Are you still game?”

"Oh, c'mon!" Feya couldn't believe this. She was envious of Caesar; not only was he volunteering in a game that improves one's evasiveness and upper arm strength, but the rules had been altered for an even more difficult challenge. Feya imagined the game could've replaced the regular balls with medicine balls though this was exceptionally better. Not to mention, the woman on the other team seemed to have incredible strength.

This confused Feya as she wanted to compete against the strong red-hair though if Caesar were to win, she would be eliminated. However, Caesar is one of Feya's crewmates and him losing would possibly weaken the team's morale. Feya shook her head and clapped her hands. Sighing, she said with a monotone voice, "Go, Caesar. Win. Or you'll have more sets assigned to your daily workout." Feya warned.

The overall game was intense. Though as the more Feya watched, the more she understood how this was going to play out. Most likely, most of these matches were going to have a catch. It appeared that the opponents had an ability to further give them an advantage. For instance, Mag showed a devil fruit power that completely put Caesar at the disadvantage. Feya huffed, not liking how the match was leading.

Eventually, Caesar lost and slumped on the wall. "We were bound to lose one match. Let's not this one loss discourage us. Caesar's loss proved that we must keep our guard and expect the unexpected." Feya then flexed.