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"Scan sweeping in from the left, burst ahead at 1 o'clock" Sasa yelled, the sound wrapping around him in isolation. Her lantern poked over his shoulder and scanned back for any signs of chase, swaying as Issac blasted forward with a kick of the air. A humming pale blue light swept the ground, inches away from catching them. They were becoming less frequent as they approached the edge of the island, but George was relentless in his pursuit, needing to save face for the second year in a row.

"So even he has his limits," Issac smiled, undoubtedly doomed without Sasa's ability to resonate with and predict projected devil fruits. Almost an entire year had passed since that day on the lost island, and Sasa was finally understanding how to use her own abilities, rather than sulk at her inability to copy others. Everything had vibration, a frequency, and once she was tapped into that, she could sense things that even observation haki couldn't. "Bet he never thought you could do something like that," he laughed, hitting the ground and sliding behind a tree.

A mix of pirates passed, stampeding through the flickering paradise like wild boar, the price on their heads too sweet to pass up. He though of taking one, getting a little spending cash on the next island, when he felt a wave of presence from open waters, just beyond GM's reach. "Not now," Sasa shrieked, vision darting back and forth between the island and ship off shore. "I can't deal with them. I won't! If they think they can-"

Issac looked to the shore, steps away from freedom. "We have to," he reminded her with a sigh. "If only that last ship didn't tank it's way to the ocean floor." He pulled out a set of notes on navigation and ship care that Klank not so kindly shoved into his pack before he left. "These are useless!"

"I told you the water was spinning ahead," Sasayaki remind him, chain shivering with rage. "You're the one who thought it would be faster to ride it to the other side."

"We were going too slow," he yelled with raised hands. "Nothing in the manual covered whirlpools. If he wanted that spare to stay afloat, he should write better instructions."

"Jump," Sasa yelled, another blue pulse missing them by seconds, their path still concealed. "We need to make a decision."

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"It was 200 years ago," a stuffy aged voice dragged. "No wait, 205 years, in fact. You see, the thing you youths don't understand about the-"

"Ohhhhh my goddddd," Sasa yelled, chain laid limp on the ship deck, lantern head pounding anxiously at the floor in hopes of sinking into the ocean's depths. "If you don't shut your mouth I'm going to carve it off your face."

Prophecy, the ancient cypher shield turned sentient with the consumption of the lore lore fruit, began to glow from his resting spot on the deck, pages at his center turning blue before flippin. "Ohh ho ho, it seems you have already forgotten. It's okay young one. You see, I in fact do not possess a mouth to carve. It's really a funny story. You see, 75 years ago, back when-"

"I wish they would get along," Grace sighed, nurturing an infectious yawn. "They're practically family at this point."

"They're not fam-" he struggled, when a flat hand struck his back, forcing his spine straight with a jolt. His back throbbed, but would not relaxed, fearing another blow. It it had been anyone else, he might have taken it, but the woman had the touch of the captain's strength, a coating of will that he was too weak to overcome. "You didn't have to come," he looked off.

Grace took a circle around him, inspecting for any scrape left from the incursion, before relaxing against the railing, the vast empty ocean to her back. "You think I'd let some pirate lay a finger on my little brother," she shook, mind lost in the possibilities. "One scratch and I would have ended these foolish little games of his."

"I'm not your," he started, before he saw the glare in her eyes. "Thanks," he settled with, dropping to the floor and pushing up against the railing.

Grace turned to the sea, searching the distance. "Honestly, I don't know what has gotten into you. If you had shown up to that port a few years earlier, I might have been able to see you on the right path, but here you are, needing my rescue."

"I'm finnne," Issac assured the women; better to play a long that resist, he learned that lesson the hard way.

She gazed through for just a moment, ice cold. She may not have been his real sister, but she sure knew the part. "Fine? Do you know how many people are looking for you? At least a dozen pirate crews set on vengeance after you pawned their mates for cash. Then there's the fiancé, who I do NOT approve of. Ohhh, and the little mink girl who's heart you broke. Let's not even forget about the marine upstarts looking to rank up. And now they all know where you were. I can't save you from yourself, Issac."

Issac flailed to the deck, surrendering all ambition. "Why do you even care?"

Grace sighed, returning her look beyond and pulling a Vivre Card with a giant head symbol from her pocket. "Be lucky that I do. Now I'm taking you back to Mr Klank so you can explain to him why you destroyed another one of his ships."

His gaze followed to Sasayaki, enduring a punishment of her own that had no become uncommon during their last year. If only they had been strong enough then, then maybe this nightmare would be over. But they weren't, and that was something the pair had to live with. Although, one mistake they would never make again was wake the marine on one of her naps, even if it did save their lives. He thought of the crew, and what they would have been up while Issac took care of his affairs, then sighed. "He's gonna be pissed."

Name: Hemyra
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Personality: Naturally inquisitive, Hemyra lives for her research, often putting herself and others in danger for the cause. Never really needing people, she has been a loner all of her life, everyone much safer for it.
Talents: Hemyra is a mythical beast hunter, with a wide array of knowledge on rare species. She also has extensive knowledge of apothecary, always testing different formulations with her blood samples to create new combinations
Items:Scarf (Tourny), Apothecary set, Basic wilderness survival items
Specification: Transmutation
Hatsu: Type-0 (Blood Manipulation)
Hemorrhage - Convert Aura to blood, or blood to aura
Draw - Pulls foreign blood through open wound or direct draw
Transfuse - Injection of blood through open wound or direct draw
Type and Cross - Identification of blood traits and abilities
Type Change - Convert blood type to alter physical or nen traits
In Vivo - Splice two or more blood traits to create a new set of physical or nen traits.
Endless Vile - blood containment system with expanded volume
Blood Bank - Summoned blood vial containment system

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Backstory:
Extra:
(Appearance)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (Remember that you specification often is reflected in your personality)
Talents:
Items:
Specification: (Please refer to the almighty Hexagon!)
Hatsu: (This is your nen Ability)
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Travel to the dark continent has always been forbidden, and for good reason. Those that our lucky enough to survive the unknown bring a terrible curse back to known world, a curse Nendora couldn't avoid. Join us as a handful of hunters are unwittingly pulled into a deadly game, with victory being the only way out!

This RP will take place well after the hunter exams, and nen is a must to survive. Please think out your abilities carefully, as there will be limited room to grow with a poorly thought out ability (I'm looking at you Kastro). Ideally, I would like you abilities to be diverse and interactive, as teamwork is essential for survival. I'll post more rules when the time comes, but this is the rough outline!

Name: Evelyn
Age: 28
About:
Corruption:
MEANWHILE

"Can you believe those guys?" Penne complained from bow of the boat, which took the shape of the held end end of the spoon. The whole vessel faintly resembled a bowl afloat in the ocean, with tan warped boards filling it. Penne rested her hands against the deck and looked out. "As if I would tell some dirty looking fleet where my groom to be was, let alone join them." She twirled her finger on a loose noodle, plucking it out for a taste, the delight of flavor dripping down her lips. "And those Marines!? Get some cooler names!"

"I knowwww," Ramen dragged, more bubbly than her trickster sister. She sad atop the lookout, swinging her feet back and forth as she gripped the railing, one wrong move away from dropping down. "Those were the wrooong colors for them. And wear a size that accctually fits you." She imagined how she would dress the rugged men, when she sensed the ships course change. "Ummmmm, where are we going??"

Penne smirked as an underling emerged from the deck, a massive fork in hand. "Miss Penne, we picked up some information from the Sweet alliance. They've agreed to a ceasefire with the Pasta Alliance. It seems they are having trouble with our friends as well. Sheila is also on the move with her fleet, and she is closing in on their meeting. Seems she's figured out a way to track them after meeting with those pirates."

"Pennnnnne," Ramen whined. "If we agree to that then it will spoil our dinnnnners."

Penne ignored her, knowing the deal had already been made long ago; the show was only for Ramen. "Put on something nice, sis, it's about time you meet the wedding party."
The noodle sisters

Penne


Ramen
The morning dew rolled down the bow of the ship, the railing only slightly singed by Peanut's hefty flames. He stood proud to the morning sun, the smoke from a long nights work behind him, and sneaked a stolen sip of the captains 'special drink.' He was happy, achieving something the little creature never dreamed of knowing before, the ability to only slightly char something on accident. He was strong, a hero, some might say, and nothing could stop him now.

Something ominous closed in, springing peanut's eyes open, The captain's drink falling into the sea. He looked down to the cup, then the horizon, an raging storm of white closing in, the down to the cup, unsure of what to do next. Just then, the captain appeared on decking, bellowing a laugh that carried on the open sea. "Mr. Muley.." he paused, Klank jumping past him.

"This is Issac's fault," Klank yelled, taking the wheel. "I don't know how, but it is. Someone grab the anchor."

"Issac?" Sasayaki shrieked, crashing out of the door and swaying uneasily. She slinked to the railing and looked out. "Issac!"

"Knew it," Klank dragged, spinning the ship around.

"We have to get out of here," Sierra yelled from the ocean, skating up and onto the ship. "I don't think we can stop that thing," she smile, Bighead giving her a proud pat on the back.

The fog devoured the forest, only two figures remaining on the island. Phin edged out chase, his overworked body somehow impressively quick on land. Issac was ahead, always energetic enough for a quick get away, and with a big smirk on his face. The two dodged each small burst of fog plunging forward, not unlike reaching arms. The longed to have, occasionally ignoring Phin entirely, just to reach for Issac, only to miss him when he vanished and reappeared further forward than before. This game repeated until the shoreline neared, Issac leaping forward and raising his arm, Sasayaki leaping down to him. "Sasa, roar," he commanded, the sound piercing past Phin and forcing the fog in place. The sound pulsed as the Phin found his way to the ship, and everyone took their places. "Thanks for everything," Issac yelled as Sasayaki eased, Issac vanishing onto the ship as it filled in the space, stopping at the water.

"Let's go," Klank yelled, taking to the ship fulling around.

"Wait," Issac yelled, jumping to the lookout and peering over the mist. "What's your name?" Issac yelled, the mist stiring

The mist took shape, towering up to form a white cloaked child. "We are the lost," the creature echoed. "We have no name."

Issac looked to Bighead, who almost seemed nostalgic. He had meet this thing before, and lived to tell the tale. "We'll be back," Issac promised. "We'll be back when we are strong enough to set you free, to make you a home."

"Promise? Do they? Are they sure? Can we trust them?" the mist stated.

"Promise," Bighead said, growing to meet the mist's size, the ship dropping deeper into the sea at his weight. Bighead reached out his arm, giving the creature as solid shake. "I'm glad you got to meet my friends," Bighead said with a smirk. "They are good people."

The mist release his hand and peered down at the crew. "Okayyyy," they said, waving at the rest of the crew. "I hope we all can play next time."

"Of course," Issac yelled. "And they are a lot more enjoyable than me," he said with a wink.

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Bighead sat down next to Issac on the back deck, drinking his Mule from an unideal mug, the loss weighing more heavily on him than he imagined. "So," he started, looking out to the sea, "The six powers are your answer."

Issac looked to him, confused. "I don't know. I just moved my legs so quickly they went into overdrive."

Bighead laughed, guessing that Issac had stumbled on his new path by accident. He took out a book from his side, placing it on the neck next to him. "There is a whole world of weird fighting styles out there. If you want to meet that, you might want to read up on the way you've chosen. I think it suit's your.. elusive fighting style nicely."

Issac took the book, opening it to a random page, drenched in words and a few physical representations towards the corners. "Wait, I can be as flexible as paper!?"

He laughed again, giving him a pat on the back before getting up. "And don't be too hard on Sasayaki. She tried her best, but I don't think she's ready, not yet anyways."

He grasped his book and peered to where Sasayaki was, undoubtedly listening to them, yet hurt in a way he didn't know how to fix.

Slashes came from the left, then right, then left, the mist skating around him in a joyous giggle. Vigorously he dodged, feeling each hit not through his haki, but through the slight changes is in the air before the mist lashed out to him. It was strange how much could go unknown when reliant so much on the other sense, his observation haki included. Issac had guessed that was the lessen to over reliance on one thing, mainly Sasayaki, could lead to a swift defeat if that crutch could no longer be relied on.

"Daydreaming again?" the mist chuckled, "You'll have plenty of time to dream when you're dead."

Issac said nothing, exchanging enough banter with the mist to know exactly how it would play out. Besides, he was focused, right on the brink of grasping something her couldn't know, yet feeling it rushing through his body. He ha become so in sync with his weapon, he had rarely looked inward, at the things he could be capable of, and now, he knew; he could do this.

The mist grew irritated, undoubtedly feeling off the confusion and fear of others. It ramped up, swirling around and pulling his clothes at each pass. "So you want to get serious, huh!? Well, then take this. Ultimate attack: Rising storm slash!

The air grew clam in the center as the mist carried Mist Siera upward and around him, countless slashes barreling towards the center from every angle. It was then that he realized, that he could see it, the way forward. Issac didn't run, no, instead he pushed his feet against the ground, up and down so quickly that by the time the first slash managed to reach he had vanished, moving in a random yet elusive patter that sent all of the attack past him, including the finisher from above.

"Sweeet," he dragged, lifting each tired foot and inspecting them like a Pirate's Day gift. "I guess that's it then." His arms pulled at the mist, dispersing the mist from them, using them to wipe his eyes clear. "I should be heading out now. If I'm a betting man, I'd say the band is about ready to get back together."

"Leave?" the mist giggled. "That's not how this works, my dear boy. You're one of us, now." Another shape emerged, this one more familiar than most, with the best looking face he had ever seem, if he could say so himself. "You see," Mist Issac and Sasayaki said in unison, "We are home now."

Issac looked around, feeling the shifts in the wind, the smells that seeped through the dense white, aiming for anything familiar, when something hit hit nose. Smoke. "Peanut," he shouted, repeating the movements, appearing behind his clone in an instant, his knee flinging the form forward. "I'm coming you crazy son of a beeoch," he yelled, giving a wink to Mist Sierra and vanishing again towards the smell.

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Finally, Phin thought, a moment of rest in the crazy journey his crew had brought upon him. He was a proud fishman, confident in his own abilities until shown otherwise. He was strong, he knew, but there was always room to grow, and that ceiling was now higher than he ever could have imagined. "I can do this," he spoke out loud. "I will do this," he promised from his peaceful clearing, letting the serenity refill his ambition, for Phin, and for his crew.

"Run!" he heard from the distance. The unmistakable voice of the craziest crew mate, who mysteriously had gone missing during everyone's big training session.

Here we go again, he thought, slowly rising, the weight of the days taking it's toll. "What trouble have you fou-"

A wall of fog flooded the horizon, swallowing the forest indiscriminately in it's vicious pursuit. Barely edging out the treat was Issac, smile filling his face as large as the day he met him, vanishing in and out of sight as the fog plunged forth, almost intently. He vanished a last time before appearing behind him, giving a quick tap on the shoulder. "You're it."
"Again," Bighead yelled, throwing the charred patty back at the squirrel and taking another sip of his copper cupped beverage. "Medium rare."

Peanut protested, undoubtedly used to running a muck with no limits. He failed his arms as Bighead just looked at him and sipped, knowing the feisty sidekick would cave. Peanut's arms kept waving, but his conviction was not strong enough for his opponent, not today. The squirrel looked at the slab on counter and placed his little hands on the meat, flames bursting with a passion.

Bighead took the patty, and crunched it in his massive jaws, before spitting it out and tossing it with the other failures, slowly building towards the ceiling. "Again."
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