Pacifista

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

"Oh, now you admit there are ghosts, huh!?" Lina suddenly yelled. As she'd started speaking, she'd raised her sword, before jabbing it down roughly into the hole she'd been digging, piercing straight through.

"It huuurts!"

Looking down, Lina offered, "My bad."

Unfortunately, her apology was not accepted. Even in the darkness, Lina could see as the floor and nearby walls teemed with the small movements of barely visible hands. They yanked at hammock strings and one nudged Chester's bottle, sending it to the floor. Lina let out a squeal of fright as she felt them begin to claw at her. While she tried to dig up her sword, she screamed, "Ah I didn'tthinkthisthrough!"

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Golden Fleece Chronicles

Wiping his nose as the crew was once again surrounded, Hamel was unable to suppress a grin. "These small fry really don't know when to quit." Stepping forwards, he took a long, hard, deep breath, before plugging up his nose with each of his thumbs. "Hickory...Pharoah!" He said before clamping down on his mouth, face puffing as he blew out. From his clothed arms sprouted dozens of small leaves, which remained for just a moment before flying off, halting and regrowing once again. The storm blew sideways, raining upon the mooks, who cried in surprise as they pulled back.

Moments later, Hamel stopped, catching his breath. The pirates blinked, brushing away the small leaves. "Wh-what?"

"They're just leaves," Hamel said.

"Hold your fire..." Cormac rumbled, stomping forwards. "I'm making freak stew outta these three. Don't want any lead poisoning..."

Hamel wiped his forehead. "Whew. I was wondering how I was gonna take them all out in one go." Turning to wave at Sancho and Samehana, he said, "You guys can handle it!"

Knife hacking down at him, Hamel raised his arm, catching his forearm bare. "Do I even need my Fruit for you?" Cormac flicked his wrist, the blade hacking into his shoulder. As Hamel reeled, he punched forward with his musket, jabbing it against Hamel's back.

BLAM

Smoke barreling, Hamel fell to his knees. Grunting, he clutched his arms to his front while a hole in his back burned. Moments later, he pulled his hands out from under his shirt, revealing a small leaf, a bullet embedded in its fibers. Standing, he tossed it aside. "That surprised me...if you didn't touch me I wouldn't have known where to grow that."

"Tried cooking with leaves before, but none like those. The hell are you made of?"

Holding his arm out to the side, a number of stems poked out from his green jacket. "I ate the Leaf Leaf Fruit so I'm a Leafy Human. I can grow them any way I want, but it takes longer to make them really tough. Unless they're small, then it's fine."

"Not that it matters. Doubt leaves'll taste different this time. Not that anyone'll complain."

Hamel ignored him, holding up three fingers, before revealing his palm, which had three stems on it. "I'll beat you with just these. No punches or kicks or anything. Just three leaves."

"Mocking me!" Cormac growled, charging once again. Hamel reached for one of the stems, which sprouted a forearm sized, flat leaf with a pointed tip. Taking it in his hand, he met the butcher knife head on. "Birchen Shogun!" As Cormac's blade bounced back, the leaf sword's tip snapped off, Hamel flashed his blade, the razor edge biting into Cormac's finger, gouging it, then the handle of the knife, seperating it from its edge.

Cormac cried out in pain before raising his firearm. Hamel reached out his hand, a long spike sprouting from it, driving into the barrel of the musket. "Pine Raja!" The trigger went, and the back of the musket exploded, scorching Corma's hand as the massive pine needle crumbled. Hamel's grin flashed as he pulled the hand back, holding it for several seconds as Cormac scrambled in pain, weaponless. An even larger needle came from Hamel's hand.

"Pine Maharaja!"

"Th-that's not a leaf!" Cormac cried, backing up in an attempt to flee. Hamel punched his arm forwards, the large needle firing, splitting into dozens midair. Hamel stuck his leg out behind him, stopping him from getting pushed back by the force of his own launched attack while the barrage stabbed into Cormac, dropping him flat.

"You barely know how to cook. What do you know about leaves?" Hamel laughed, turning his back on the remaining two officers of the Doom Pirates.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

"...Hah?"

Lina blinked, stunned. Even as Macario's ship was unloaded.

As they went off to do their own thing, Lina blubbered, hissing, "Really!?"

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Creeeeeaaaaaak...

Lina let out a slight squeak of fear from her small, fluffy white bed. Hands holding her blanket, she sat up, glancing around the room, dimly lit in the scant moonlight from the window. What time was it even? Lina hadn't gotten a wink of sleep...

Throwing off her sheet, she slipped out of bed, bare feet landing on the wood of the ladies bedroom. Patting down her frilly white nightgown, she took her sword, unsheathing it, before creeping out to the hallway. The creaking of the ship and light waves against the hull continued to meld into the night. Tiptoeing, she made her way a door down to the men's bedroom. Inhibitions nonexistent, she slowly opened the door, peering in. This room was bigger, and had a few more windows, so she could see the two hammocks staying aloft, where Kuhn and Chester slept. On the far wall was Kuhn's handiwork, where the wood didn't quite line up right, letting the smallest amount of light in (but no draft, thankfully). Of course, Chester and Macario would argue that they helped, but they mostly stood around and drank...

A vein throbbed in her forehead. She felt her vision flash as she looked over Chester, who left her out to dry. Her incisors flashed in the darkness as a smile crept onto her face. She steadily wormed her way into the room, moving over to Chester's hammock, before sliding down to her knees, dipping the tip of her sword to the floor. Steadily, she began to dig it in, rotating it until she formed a hole.

Collectively, the ship groaned. It sounded like a storm in the dead of night, but Lina transferred her surprise into more downward force, familiar whispers beginning to sound from the walls.

_{"It hurts..."}

Dragon Ball: Different Worlds

Babbling clear, the loud river streamed at its sturdy pace. Putting away from it was the exhaust of a gray scooter bike, until it turned about. Engine reeving, it burned to a top speed, course angled to a rocky outcropping, pointing across the river, guiding the rider forwards.

As the scooter closed, the rider turned her shaking hands, skidding to a halt. The scooter careened sideways, bumping against the butt of the buttress. The rider let herself go, and the scooter collapsed to its side.

Scrambling free, a girl in a one piece, yellow dress with a brown belt and red satchel, rested on all fours. Standing up onto her brown boots, she tore off her gray pair of goggles, tussling her grayish-purple ponytail, tied back by a red bow. Her blue eyes blinked against their freedom, as she rubbed them, growling, "What the hell am I doing!?"

Letting out a sigh, she stooped down, fiddling with the scooter, turning it off before in vanished in a puff of smoke, a gray and black capsule labeled (11) appearing in her hand. Zipping open her satchel, she pulled out a light blue case, popping it open. Setting it right next to number (12), she ran her finger down the row. She briefly tapped the blue and cyan (18) before removing the gray and gold (19). Biting her lip in anticipation, there was a cloud of smoke as another vehicle appeared. She giggled as she looked over the rounded,blue and gold striped cockpit attached to what appeared to be layered black discs. Hopping in, she rubbed her hands together, before popping and tweaking a number of switches and knobs. With the press of a button, the wind rose, as did the craft. Hovering over land, she took a breath before taking the plunge. Effortless, the craft balanced over the roaring river. Cackling, she made forwards, upriver, as fast as she'd been going before.

Going back to her capsule case, she took out a red, green, and black capsule numbered (70). A puff of smoke later and it took the shape of a round object with a dial on top. Clicking it, the screen lit up with a green grid. A yellow dot labeled '2' was centered. Spinning the dial, it zoomed out, and another dot labeled '4' appeared, the '2' steadily moving to it. As it pinged, the hovercraft drifted, smacking into a tree on the bank.

Spinning wildly out of control, the girl held on for dear life as she tried to recombobulate herself. The craft wobbled and waved, threatening to toss the pocket radar overboard, but she somehow held firm, regaining control. Steering along, she twitched the wheel ever so often, but the craft kept drifting to one side. Turning back, she saw the top disc, dented. "Augh! Really!?" Slumping back in her chair, she muttered, "Some genius..." In her pout, the cascade of birds flying about escaped her eyes, stirred by an interstellar reckoning during her wild ride.

Drifting to a clear back that cut by a sheer cliff, she made land, before she lowered the vehicle, making land. Stowing away her craft, she looked around and up the cliff, before her stomach began to gnaw at her...

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Climbing up onto the deck after him, Lina growled, "Chester! Calm down! You're not helping things!" Seeing the hands starting to form, she tensed in anticipation, but they seemed a bit passive.

As Kuhn and Macario came onto the deck, they began to fade. "What's going on? Ghosts?"

Lina blinked at where the hands were, before grumbling, "Well, there was these hands that were growing out of the walls and stuff..."

"Uh-huh," Macario grunted, patting his large paw on Lina's head. "You can watch for creepy hands while the three of us start getting the stuff on the boat. I'll pass it up, Chester can hand it off to Kuhn." Lina adjusted her ruffled hat, glowering at Macario.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Falling through there, Lina cried out as she fell to the water. Why did I run so fast!?

Crashing into the water, Lina floundered as she tried to find her ocean legs. Looking down, she saw the shadow that was Chester, completely helpless in the ocean's currents. Lina swam down, looping her arms under his, before kicking against his density. As her lungs started to burn, she reached the anchor chain, using the loops to pull herself up, finding Chester even easier to lift as he surfaced, as if his body was held down by weights while underwater.

Lina hacked out a bit of water. "Guess that's the Devil Fruit..." Keeping Chester's head above water, she pulled him up a few more rungs, grumbling, "C'mon Chester, help...me...you're too heavy!" As she started to get him more than halfway out of the water, she took a moment to elbow him in the stomach, making him cough up some swallowed water.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Golden Fleece Chronicles

"Good question," Hamel said, answering Sancho with a thoughtful hand on his chin as he leaned away from one of Cormac's strikes. As he charged up for another blow, Hamel outstretched a hand, Cormac stopping in surprise.

"Hmmm, you're kinda dumb, aren't you?"

"Hah!?" Cormac growled.

"Even if you beat me...I mean, that's impossible, but let's just pretend. You couldn't beat Samehana and Sancho, right?"

"W-why not?"

"See, you're all worried. No confidence...it's kinda disappointing, really." As Cormac was too stunned to reply, Hamel tossed and arm over the larger man's shoulder, insisting, "It'd be better to run and wait for backup, right? Then give us a real good fight! Or try. Mostly I just don't want to be standing around doing nothing why my guys beat up your guys."

"...Your guys?"

"Shhh, they don't know yet." Hamel said, before raising his fist and delving it into Cormac's gut. As the cook doubled over, Hamel started away, saying, "Sound like a plan then?"

Turning his head back, a large, metal flail shot at him, striking him across the face. Hamel fell back, rolling to a stop a bit closer to Sancho and Samehana. Letting out a cough, he muttered, "Ow." Looks like they had company...

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Ceiling bursting apart, the black forms caught in the mess faded as they were scattered about, leaving more black bits. The mass was silenced, Lina dropped to the ground as she was freed.

It didn't last.

"...Leave." More forms started to sprout around the broken area. Some came up from under Chester, taking him off the ground. "Leave! Leave!" The heads chanted.

Like a wave, the arms flowed, growing as they carried Chester out the door, pushing up, then down, forcing him to fall in their pace, even up the stair case. Lina made to follow, tailing the mass just as it was fading in Chester's wake. She called, "Stop damaging the ship! You're just making it mad!"

"Leave! Leave!" the chanting continued, heads forming on the walls of the hall. As Lina ran, she got a closer look at the black bits that remained when the hands faded, they appeared to be...petals?

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Lina's jaw dropped. "How can you act normal at a time like this!?"

...Or, well, normalish.

As Lina yelled, the hands seemed to not mind the bottle as much as they started to grab Chester by the shirt, as if to pull him along. Reaching down, Lina hopped up, sword flashing, chopping through a few of the arms, which left behind black flecks that seemed to fade into the air. The faces moaned, but the hands did not reform.

Swiping again, cutting the rest of the hands that were on Chester, Lina grinned. "They aren't that bad at all!" Pulling her hand down, she thrust up, stabbing one of the faces square in its forehead. This time the black flecks were joined by specks of wood, Lina's blade stuck in the ceiling.

The black mass writhed, more arms sprouting as they started to form on the walls. "IT HUUUURTS."

Lina screamed as they grabbed at her sword, which she couldn't remove from the wood.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Hurtling through the air, the old, broken compass impacted a wall, shattering into shards of glass and metal, but not before leaving a gash in the wall.

Grimacing, Lina growled, "Chester!" As he looked around for his drink, she frowned, "You probably lost it being an idiot." She giggled, maybe you swallowed the whole bottle because you were scared!"

"It hurts..."

"Well, swallowing a bottle..." Lina stopped.

"Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts..." Something whined. Slowly, Lina looked up.

The wood of the cabin wall had been overtaken by convulsing, shadowy masses of movement. Grimy looking hands clawed at the air, more of them forming to reach the walls, where they began to scratch aimlessly. One of them was holding Chester's bottle. Spots without hands were taken up by small, round faces, twisted into pained expressions.

"It hurts!" they cried. Lina paled.