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One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Tweaked the character roster for a bit, andd my bad for the very messy post here, was too busy recently :T

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

-ignore this, accidental double post-

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

The Swamps @Jerkchicken@vancexentan@BladeSS4@Archmage MC@Zelosse

A sudden wind erupted from within the black mass, sending the captain Alesia off the ground. Is that what the dragon mean by not paying fair, to use the captain as bait?! Grabbing on one of the hanging branches, Alesia increased her weight to increase her hold against the cursed wind that seemed to be very familiar. That sweeps from a familiar direction.

With a few flaps of the wing of the dragon, the black mass seemed to be pushed back for a few moment, before the black cloud has seemed to rescind slowly. The sweeping of the black mass has rescinded to a stop, but at least the black smog was kept at bay for now, and worked from what it seemed form the outside.

“Argh…” Alesia cursed upon exiting the black mass of the enemy pirates. The sword had started reflecting the gleam of the light properly. And the long blade had took back to its shine. She was about to punch that dragon right in the face, fort that unsettling wind. Dragon? Alesia thought. She looked up to see a huge flying thing that looked like the same lizard that took out the Olde bar. But this time it’s bigger than the one back in the bar.

Can he transform? She thought, and the explanation regarding logia from the previous moment flashed back on her head. So the strongest type of ‘those fruits’ are logia? Stronger than those two? Looking back at the scene of the battle, a huge dragon and a giant black smog. With another fairy, that was really straight out of a fairy tale.

But now that she was out of the black wind, she supposed that she owe him one for saving her neck for the moment.

The black mass sunken in from the winds of the dragon. All of the sudden, the black mass sprung out, spreading towards the dragon in all directions. It wasn’t like the slow misty movements like the previous scuffle, ore of a sudden gush of the dark that seem to have a will of its own.

On one side the flare of the fae’s had lit up an open path for the dragon, the flare lit up like a lantern in the caverns. But the light didn’t spread very far into the heart of the shade pirates. The unnatural Black mist, has went around the flare of fae, and seemed to have made a detour for the quick encapsulation of the dragon.

The explosion from the grenade of Flin had blown a deeper hole of the searing fae's light towards the inside of the black mist. Around the black wind has swept from the blasts of the grenades. Of the inside of the black mass reveals a person of brown coat and green robes. A relatively thin face that was well tanned from the days of piracy. His face has seen better days of a long winding scar that strings from the forehead down to the edge of the cheeks. A long straight grey eyes and lightly twirled eyebrows from the young pirate that appeared to be in the Age of the late twenties.

An obvious face of the Captain, Valar of the shade pirates. A face younger than the likes of Flint. His yellow hair would be handsome had it not been they wanting to kill them. “He looks familiar?”

Alesia asked, that guy appeared in the news of a few days back.

“Now I remember, Good, I’m going to be 22 million richer after this.”

Valar drew a long blade, curved like a spine. Under his loomy black wind, nothing had reflected from the blade of his strange sword. His blade looked more sinister than the night around him. Crossing the long edges of his curved sword, the surfaces of the blade darkened into a shade of the surrounding black wind.

Valar swung his oversized blade at Alesia and flint and adam. The distance between the opposing pirate crew was still far, but the approach of the blade was too hostile for Aleisa. The Snake’s Bite meets the parting winds form the two far ends of the blades. Tree trunks of the forests parted beyond the normal reach of Valar’s sword, as the tip of Alesia’s cutlass snapped his slicing wind apart with one strong thrust of her sword.

Alesia shifted herself back to her flighty weight the moment she feel a couple of cracks on the tree branches. The Black Cloud was beginning to cloak Valar back into the Shadows.

Behind him was a glimpse of a team of gunmen, a bare glimpse of them backing him up. On what fruit that the 22 million guy had eaten, she wasn’t so keen to know now.

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The White Pearl @Stern Algorithm

"Is that so?" The wolf seemed to be amused by the words of the Cipher pol unit. Laying on the deck of the ship like his own house, the wolf continued on his nap, but a corner of the eye showed a slight glimmer that was rather apparent under the bask of the bright noonlight.

“Also, was the short girl of grey robes your Captain by any chance?” Arafeal asked, scratching its fur with one of the legs. “She was quite a rowdy one, but sure she has quite a soft spot for animals.

“I’m ready to put up an act, and I would be surprised if you managed to convince the whole crew that this stray wolf was a marine with a Zoan Fruit.” Arafeal sniffed, faking up on his tired façade. “But its interesting you have the Living Dragon Bakuto under your watch, good thing that both of us aren’t so fond of our twisted government.”

Arafael ended his sentence without a breath of hesitation, his furry eyebrows frowning at a few moments.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Agnes

Spring has come again, the trading festival should have a couple of good books on the caravans. Putting down her quill to her ink reservoir, Agnes sprinkled a handful of sand to blot out the excess ink away from the copy of her manuscript.

Delayed due to the increasing monster and attacks, still. That wasn’t really a thing to worry much about for the Elf Agnes. She had a lot of books to deal with from the current collection. Better clear the upstanding ones, she thought.

And on now to talk about books, there was a copy that she had to return for today. She doubted that the books from the festival would go anywhere, it was about time to return to those to the inn owner, the few books that she had borrowed for the ease of her reference.

Placing her stationery to one side, she walked to the town streets towards the inn.

“Morning,” Agnes entered the doors of the inn, expecting to find the innkeeper of the village. The library collection of those had always intrigued her, often useful for her references. More so than those random sorts of the trader caravan.

One of those traders is also at the Inn, Agnes’ eyes narrowed a little at the sight of the jug of ale. Quite a time of the day to start drinking, but to each of their own, she suppose. Placing her books on the side of the table, she took a seat beside the merchant Hina. "Here are the books that I'll be returning,"

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Agnes

Name: Agnes' Grace

Age: Appears as 25, but older than she looks

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Appearance

Occupation: Librarian

Skills: Archery was a second nature feat for Agnes, her arrows fly straight and true. She is also good at the job as a scribe, and is rather dedicated in copying manuscripts for her library.

Equipment: Agnes have kept a warbow strung of yewwood, engraved with symbols and pattern.

Description: Agnes is a well-travelled elf that works as a librarian of the frontier village. An elf from the forest of the east island. A scholar from the capital, she settled down at the village for the pursuits of her studies. Some times of the day, Allin helps out as a scribe for the inn. She had a keen interest in the more recent history of the war of Sech Empire and the Nora kingdom.

Agnes had joined the Frontier Village after the war of the empire ended. She had arrived on the village alone, and that was 5 years since. Her appearance have barely changed since her first arrival in the frontier village, which was not unheard from elves. It is rumoured that she is older than she looks.

Point of Interest: Agnes showed a sign of attachment to the beach of the frontier village. Every certain day of the year, Agnes would never fail to show up along the seaside.

The other place that she has an attachment is her library. But to build a library in the middle of the border was a rather peculiar thing to do in the first place.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

The White Pearl @Stern Algorithm
“If that’s the case,” the tune of the Handel’s violin had returned no sudden movements, ” I’ll be taking a nap at the ship if you don’t mind~”

The white wolf climbed up the gangplank in is steady steps, entering the ship of the white pearl. “Quite an awful ship, if I’m a bit blunt. Honestly, we don’t like your kind who plays the awful game of sabotage. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself, I’m Arafael, a Marine Lieutenant. Our hands are too occupied to deal with petty affairs of the Government, just to let you know.”

Walking up to the rear end of the ship, the wolf went lying on the stern of the white pearl, “But that was a good one, most marines would buy that story.”

Arafael sniffed at the hull railings of the ship. “Since we’re on the same side, that would be okay with you, right? I’m definitely not be taking advantage of this welcome.”

The wolf Arafel let out on what it seemed to be like a smirk. He wasn’t even trying to hide his own lies.

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The swamps of the Brown isles @Jerkchicken@vancexentan@BladeSS4@Archmage MC@Zelosse
The dagger that Grey threw, the blade of the dagger reflected nothing when it got close to the edge of the black mist. The dagger entered the black smog with a distant clattering sound, as if nothing was stopping the blade itself. The black mist doesn’t seem like it could do anything harmful to the crew, yet it continued making its way towards the Scarlet pirates.

“Logia? What’s that?” Alesia asked, she wasn’t familiar with those devil fruits. Alesia charged into the black mass, swinging her blade at the surging black wind. The Mountain Parts the Wind meets the Black Wind of the Shade Pirates.

Nothing. Her blade has clashed at thin air. The blackness surrounded her, as she could feel that light bleaking away from the surroundings as she speaks. The place was dark enough or her to barely see the edge of her hands. Yet the mushiness of the ground has convinced that she was still in the same place for the whole time.

The distant sound of gunshots had made her jump away from the current position. A few hollow clang had echoed from the place that she was at. Somehow, they could see in the completely darkness that they had created. She pushed herself away from one of those trees that was collided under the complete darkness. She was sure that the area of the night wasn’t the same as the time before the entered, its influenced seemed to be growing.

It doesn’t seem like a good idea to fight in an area where she can’t even see. Now to think about it, a full crew is there.

Her blade had refused to shine, only emanating a tinge of grey under the encapsulating darkness. First, she needs to get out of this place, the bullets alone are annoying to deal with, especially when she can’t even see them.

Retreating towards the direction that she entered from, Alesia felt a thud on the tip of her cutlass, then slicing off what that feels like a tree trunk to her. The sense of sound and touch is still there, but a cumbersome scene of battles. Perhaps she should consider on her tactics once in a while.

But another one of those strange abilities, she pondered on whether they ate the same type of fruit as the one back in the slum markets.

Carving an exit, Alesia shouted, “They’ve gunmen on the other side! And they can see in the dark somehow!!”

Alesia blurted out a long angry line of curses from the inside of the black cloud. “Damnnit, they don’t play fair here!!!”

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Its getting late here, so I'll be posting tomorrow morning

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Had a busy week, but worked out a CS ~

Agnes

Name: Agnes' Grace

Age: Appears as 25, but older than she looks

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance:

Appearance

Occupation: Librarian

Skills: Archery was a second nature feat for Agnes, her arrows fly straight and true. She is also good at the job as a scribe, and is rather dedicated in copying manuscripts for her library.

Equipment: Agnes have kept a warbow strung of yewwood, engraved with symbols and pattern.

Description: Agnes is a well-travelled elf that works as a librarian of the frontier village. An elf from the forest of the east island. A scholar from the capital, she settled down at the village for the pursuits of her studies. Some times of the day, Allin helps out as a scribe for the inn. She had a keen interest in the more recent history of the war of Sech Empire and the Nora kingdom.

Agnes had joined the Frontier Village after the war of the empire ended. She had arrived on the village alone, and that was 5 years since. Her appearance have barely changed since her first arrival in the frontier village, which was not unheard from elves. It is rumoured that she is older than she looks.

Point of Interest: Agnes showed a sign of attachment to the beach of the frontier village. Every certain day of the year, Agnes would never fail to show up along the seaside.

The other place that she has an attachment is her library. But to build a library in the middle of the border was a rather peculiar thing to do in the first place.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

The Swamps@Jerkchicken@BladeSS4@Archmage MC@vancexentan@Zelosse

That was frustrating, when 3 pirates of her own crew went complaining on this treasure hunt. All of them wanting to find a merchant ship instead of some great treasure. She didn't have the luck of stumbling upon one, and just who is the one charting on the ship course? Now that they mention it, the swamps isn't as cooling as the coasts, but the winds are gentle here for her lighter weight. So much for a fun and exciting treasure hunt.

"We'll pillage a merchant ship after we set sail." Alesia hoped that that would satisfy the grumblings of her crew, somehow they feel that a swamp trip isn't worth the treasure.

And out of all her crew, only the so called dragon had expressed support. The same one that destroyed the drunkards’ tavern. She was the one who started the barfight, but that's all his fault anyways. Alesia is starting to feel regret on embarking here.

Before Flint rejoined the group, a voice from the snail transponder rang out again. "We've got company, you know what to do. I'll be putting up the black wind, stick close to--- WAII-TT! WHO IS HANDEL?!!" The snails transponder hung up with an audible slam off the receiver.

Now Alesia is getting questions. "An island map, might be useful sometimes." Aleisa stuffed the map onto her sidecoat. "Also... I wasn't floating actually, I just changed my weight," Alesia replied without much of a concern in her tone. That was when a familiar tone echoed along the ridges of the swamps. "Flint!" Alesia called out to the oldest crew member.

Not far away from there, a black smog could be seen. That was the closest thing that Alesia could describe. A dark towering mass that makes the night look like the day. The Black Miasma enveloping entire trees of the swamp, as gently as the touch of the shades. Tendrils could be seen above the heights of the groove.

"What's that thing?..." Alesia flashed out her cutlass in an arc. The gentle black wind sweeps towards the Crew of the Scarlet Pirates. As far as she know, that doesn't look so friendly.

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The White Pearl @Stern Algorithm

The pigeon flew off the ship, towards the directions of the streets of Brown Isles. It stopped at the piers of the harbour, landing right in front of the white wolf. It was a very short trip for the passenger pigeon. With a distinct chirp. It released the letter right in front of the white wolf. The White Wolf sniffed the rolled up letter, glaring at the Ship of White Pearl. Clawing away the twin ribbon knots, the intended recipient stomped on the letter with its paw, frowning at the contents that are written.

Just what are those pirates doing with that letter? No obvious signs of tempering on the letters, unlike the few times it reached the olde bar. The White Wolf had never seen this pirate flag before, perhaps a crew fresh out of the vast seas. Not another order from the marine captain to lay low on the Pirates' Den. The wolf bit away the letter, before scrapping the remains down the side of the piers. The fine ink dissolving off the water into cloudy purple blotches.

The White wolf inched himself closer to the White Pearl, stopping itself at a better vantage point. Laying down, the wolf pretended to fall asleep, his pair of piercing blue eyes gleaming very slightly to observe the White Pearl. It was strange to see a newly formed crew to intercept letters like this. It would've gone unnoticed if it weren't for his sense of smell off his devil fruit, and had it not happened right in front of his eyes.

"WAII-TT! WHO IS HANDEL?!!" Handel's black snail shrieked the loud angry transmission of Valar.

That voice! That lone wolf sprang up in all fours from its sleepy demeanor. The voice of that Shades Pirates' captain. Handel...? That could explain the static often picked up from a Black snail. A name that he wouldn't think of even hearing in a place like this.

"What brings you to this sea?" The white wolf stepped on the gangplank of the White Pearl, speaking in a clear and unhindered tone. "Even the likes of Captain Valar pales before the price on your head, Lady Handel."

The 'wolf' climbs the gangplank in his cautious steps. What he was saying was true, Valar of the Shade Pirates, a bounty of only 22 million.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Interested, just to ask before I start penning down a CS, do elves live longer here?