Storm of the Ages

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

Just for future reference, Sasayaki and Issac will be alternating rolls as the responsible one in their weird relationship 🙄

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

"Oh hey," Isaac responded to the gruffly old man, his face clearly worn from experience on the high seas. "Yeah, that would be great! I actually wreaked my last ship, but to be fair, I'm not much of a sailor, and they told me to watch the wheel while they got a good night's rest," he explained, adding air quotes for emphasis. "Tell you what," Issac added, "They got a lot of rest that night." Isaac reached back for the bag, slinging it over his shoulder with ease. "To be honest, this place has been giving me some so real fatten you up and kill you in your sleep vibes, if you know what I'm saying, especially that king."

Sasayaki coiled free from his back, encircling the stranger's bag while nudging each bulge with a hum. "Did you see the way he was looking at me? It's like, my lantern is up here buddy." She continued to poke and prod until she found what she wanted, jabbing at Isaac's hand until he set the bag down, diving in and rummaging through to pull out a loaf, jamming it into Isaac's face.

"SA- SASA!" he defended, staving off the carboassult. "We talked about this."

Her lantern released the bread into Isaac's hand, helping the bag up in his other before going to stranger. "Consultation fee, but that was implied." She looked back at Issac, giving in and taking a bite of the bread while starting his walk, the stranger taking the lead. "Look, Isaac may be too honest for his own good, but he ends up where he needs to be, that I can promise. He's a little clumsy, but he saved me, and gave me a chance to see the world. We're a packaged deal, and together, you'll find no scout more capable. We will stick around and watch your back for as long the journey is entertaining. Do we have a deal old man?" Sasayaki stared him down, her lantern glowing with anticipation while Issac crunched away.

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

“Come one, come all, ”The announcer declared, queuing the lights on deck to gyrate in a nonsensical lightshow, and see tonight’s event. Before us on the grand deck, we have Isaac, AKA Lucky, AKA Bounty hunter to mid-tier pirate the world over. Isaac stands accused by Guybro of kidnapping, extreme violence, and haircutting without consent” The crowd booed in unison as Isaac entered the arena with his handed firmly surrounding to the accusation. He thought the noise drag on forever, if not for the silence that came when Guybro, a scrawny rocker with pink mohawk, a considerable chunk missing, entered the arena.

“Not cool, dude, I’ve been grown this thing out since the pirate era began!”

“You were right,” Sasa hissed behind him, “we should have cut the whole thing.”

“Sasa,” Isaac muttered, pushing her down with his hand, “Keep the jokes for after we get out of this. “Alright,” he announced to the crowd, doubling down on the ignorance defense, “my bad. Did I try to capture you? Sure. Did I try to sell you to what I thought was the Navy? Definitely. Is it really a big deal? Not really.”

“Yes really,” another voice called out, producing a man and women from behind the curtain.

“Here we goo,” the announcer blasted, elevating the crowd. “Joining us today we have a special treat for you all, two Marines on siesta, Wiggs and Bedge, the terrifying duo, accusing Isaac of human trafficking, carrying an exotic pet without a permit, luuuuuude behavior from said pet, and harshing their vibeeee.”

The crowd roared again, and Sasayaki erupted towards them, forcing Isaac to anchor the chain to his wrist. “Hold me back,” she screamed. “I’ll rip these posers limb to limb!”

“I swear I have a permit for her somewhere,” Isaac teased, pulling the chain back to him, Sasayaki coiled in his left hand, sickle in the right. “But I guess we have to do this all again,” he smirked.

“Get ready,” the announcer hype. “Get setttttt,” he dragged. “Andddddddd, FIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTTTTT!"

The crowd erupted in a roar, energizing the fighters on deck, each taking a moment to be the heroes the pirates thought them to be. Unfortunately, Isaac had other ideas. “Sasa?”

The light grew from within the blunted lanturn. “They are loud, aren’t they.”

Isaac smiled as he gripped the chain. “Hush,” he declared, the word siphoning even the faintest peep from the area, energy pouring into the chain and feeding Sasayaki’s light. The two marines looked at each other, bewildered, before regaining their composure signaling each other to charge. Isaac stayed in place, letting the pair come to him to him when he finally broke the silence, “And BOOM,” he shouted, Sasayaki coiling forward, channeling the noise she stole in blast that knocked the two into the air and off the ship.

“Unbelievable,” the announcer called out. “For those of you listening at home, we did not, I repeat, did not experience technical difficulties. No no no, I can in fact confirm, that the sound appeared to be ripped out of the docks, and subsequently thrown back in, double KO’ing the honorable Marine duo. Who is this scarleton that washed up on our shores? Why don’t we all find out together!?”

“Alright,” Isaac nodded, still disoriented from this morning. “Should we, I don’t know, finish this?”

“Isaac,” she whined, her chain moving from the wave, to a pseudo flex. “This is finally getting exciting!”

“Yeah, but I’m starving, and we can’t steal anymore food until we deal with this guy.”

‘Hey,” Guybro yelled from across the ship. “I heard that! And you’re not going to get away with any of this, you.. you.. you swindle!”

Sasayaki looked back. “You hear that? Those are shaving words. CAN I?” she pleaded, hopping up and down like a metallic mutt. “Please?”

Isaac sighed, lacking the will to deny her, instead, approaching Guybro with the speed of a snail, forcing him back to the ship’s edge in a hurry. “I’m really sorry about this, but you have to know, that thing looks ridiculous."

“And there you have it folks, KO by shave. I’ll tell you what, never in my life have I see such a clean cut mid battle, and that’s saying something. It seems this rapscallion lives to fight another day, but what’s this? It appears he is holding a sigh. ‘Will work for food and ride,’ it say. You heard it first here, this guy wants out, and we could not be happier!”

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

The last thing Isaac remembered was frozen wraith of the ocean, as he clung to a cluster of planks that broke free in his ship retirement to the ocean floor. It was a familiar fate, yet one that seemed inevitable each and every time he set sail. The waters in the New World were cruel, yet somehow, he always managed to survive, which gave him the courage to sleep as the planks drifted aimlessly in treacherous waters. He dreamed of a better world, a world where he didn’t have sail just to make a living, a world where he had a family, and life unlike any other.

“Up all ready,” Sasayaki greeted with a ring to his forehead. It wasn’t the first time she woke him so brazenly, but experience rarely helped before his morning stretch.

Isaac protected his head with a heavy palm, the memory of her blunted end still throbbing. “I’m up,” he explained, before realizing he wasn’t in the ocean anymore. There was chaos close by, of that he was certain, but the room which he was held was more comforting than his last. “How long have I been out?” he asked.

Sasayaki uncoiled from his side and peaked her head out of the raggedy curtain that doubled as a door, before coming back. “At least 5 days, if you could call them that. Everything here seems to be a hazy mess, if you ask me.” She wrapped around him, inspecting him with a subtle melody that emanated from her chain. “You’re not looking so hot. What do you say we get out of this miserable excuse for room and pick up some food?”

“Food? You can’t even eat,” he yawned, taking two pushes of the bed to find his feet. The wood creaked under his weight as he moved to the curtain, feeling the rugged cloth before pushing it aside. Light flashed in, blinding Isaac for a moment. His hand raised to shield the light, but Sasayaki beat him to it, hover between him and the brutally known as the sun. “Thanks,” he muttered, stepping free and into the streets, filled with the boisterous voices from outside. “What is this?”

Sasayaki reeled back and perched over his shoulder as soon as his eyes adjusted, peering into every ally like an excited hound. “It’s a party,” she proclaimed, “It’s always a party here, that’s why they saved you. They were going to take someplace else, but I told them that we wanted to recoup near the main street, so we could see it all.”

So you could see it all, he thought, looking down each way for the best chance of getting somewhere with a decent meal. It was then that he gave his pockets a pat, confirming a familiar tragedy, all of his money was gone. “It’s okay,” he reminded himself, “We have been here before. We just need to find a little cash, or a little trouble.”

“Trouble,” Sasayaki reeled forward, “let’s go with that one.”

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

Name: Isaac


Age: 22

Motto: If you have to fail, fail spectacularly!

Race: Human

Abilities: Isaac excels in tracking and scouting, keeping tabs on everything around him at all times. This is partially due to his base level observation haki, which has been the only thing keeping him relavent in the new world. Issac is also a skilled fighter with his kusarigama, favorite speed and accuracy over power to win a fight. He can be needlessly flashy at times, but that's all part of the show. Issac can be tough to handle when he and his weapon are insync, but unfortunately for both of them, they often have different view points on how to handle most situations, which can lead to an unpredictable fighting style.

Weapon: Sasayaki


A legendary kusarigama forged from the remains the mythical "sky god," which was once said rule over the sky islands with her beautiful voice. The smith, who was said to love the god, infused the whisper-whisper fruit into the blade, in hopes of hearing the siren song one more time. The blade soon was discovered to have a mind of its own, plunging into the clouds and down to eat below before the smith could claim the blade as his own.

Weapon personality: Sasayaki has no sense of boundaries, and makes it a point to peak into the private lives of every person she meets. When excited, the blunt end will become free, glowing with a white light, looking back and forth as if the weapon could see, which is not far from the truth. Sasayaki can control sound in her immediate area, giving her the ability to see through sonar, and the ability to talk. Her high speed vibrations increase the impact power of her blunt end, which she calls the "Sonic Boom headbutt." Issac constantly reminds her that she doesn't in fact have a head, but Sasayaki insists that she is more alive than any other punk around her, and if anyone else says otherwise, they will be 100% more dead. She is short tempered, unfiltered, and always looking for trouble. Despite this, she is committed to protecting Issac's "clumsy ass," because without him, she wouldn’t have another chance to see this world. For fun, she likes to take Isaac on walks.. don't ask..


Bio: The day Isaac’s father left for sea was the best and worst day of his life. At first, he waited, watching the ocean in disbelief until the sun came down. He never had anyone else, barring the villagers that looked after him when his dad was on a booze fueled adventure, yet he knew their hospitality had its limits. As the day went on, and the ship didn’t come back, and he walked back to town, seeing the fear in all of their eyes, each one wishing they wouldn’t have to draw the shot straw and take him in, but he wouldn’t let them, not this time. Instead, Isaac grabbed the few belongings he had and set off for the woods, unknowingly taking the path that would forever change his life.

In the woods, Isaac heard a voice, singing a sad song in the dead of night, permeating the think pines. He followed the song to a weapon, coiled up on the ground. He reached for chain, but the weapon moved, all on its own, striking Isaac in the forehead with the blunted end that glowed dimly. The weapon was alive, calling herself, Sasayaki, threatening to “cut him with the sharp end” if he tried to claim her. Instead of running, Isaac sat down, tired from the day, wanting some company. For whatever reason, Sasayaki felt for the boy after hearing his story, promising to stay by his side to protect him as long as took her to see the world. That was day that Isaac’s old life ended, and the day he set out for sea without so much as map, searching for something he could not guess, with a strange new companion at his side.

Since starting his voyage, Issac has survived 5 shipwrecks, 8 evacuation level weather events, 7 unexplainable building collapses, 3 navy assaults, and 2 sea king rampages. At first, he just wanted adventure, but as time went on, Isaac realized that he could make a living at sea and get stronger if he started hunting low level pirate bounties, finding rides to his next destination wherever he could find it.

Personality: Isaac is constantly fluctuating between foolishly optimist, to devastatingly pessimistic. He is constantly failing at what he wants to do, but somehow he always get by. If there is one constant in his life, it is that he is willing to challenge his own limits, no matter the cost.

One Piece: Bighead's Dream

I really like this set up! We should spend some time on the island before heading out, but not too long xD

Apocalypse? Okay!

Sunumi

"Destroy the temple?" she questioned, glancing back at the rocky gate. Of all the times she had arrived, the option never occurred to her. The cycle never stated with a temple, nor was it the origin of her sin, the place was merely where the veil was the thinnest. If destroyed, there was no doubt in her head that some unsuspecting mortals would build another, the same way all old magics managed to find their way back into the worst hand. Fate was unyielding, and here she was, trying to bend it in her favor. It was stupid, but maybe he was right, even if for purely symbolic reasons. "You know, you just might be onto something, lefty. If this going to work, I'm going to need to be a little more like you, and you're going to need to be a little more like me. Whatever that equates to, I'm sure it is going to scare the hell out of the stone."

The moon's light bathed her every minute she was in it's site. It never took long to find her grace, but nights such as this made Sunumi particularly dangerous. The necklace radiated as she closed her eyes and let the energy in. Her mind opened, searing the past for the memory she needed, a name to call, a name that still might linger in the world today, waiting to find purpose once more. "There it is," she whispered, looking up to Kritz. "But it might sting a bit."

Sunumi knew by the look on his face that Kritz could remember who she was to call, and how she used against him. Even so, he didn't protestest as she called out, "Terra, mother of Earth, grace us with your beauty." Her left hand found get necklace, grasping its reserves as her right channeled a thick white light ahead, flowing a singular entity that slow took form.

A woman rose from the light, skin of bark and long vibrant wines sprouting from her head and wrapping around her like a thin coat of armor. The woman was disoriented at first, but her demenor changed when her sights met Sunumi, then quickly diverting to Kritz. "My lady, mistress of the night, giver of life, protector of the pure, have you summoned me again to rid the world of this.. this metallic abomination?"

"Not at all," she interjected, not unknowing on how the fight would ultimately be settled. Terra was no god, not really, just a person that had pushed the limits of humanity too far, and become something else in the process. She was born of one of the few ages that respected magic for its true form, and had grown an attachment to Sunumi when she arrived at the end, and helped vanquish the rise titans, as they were called, Terra included. "I'm afraid we don't have much time, not yet, but I do have a favor to ask of you." Sunumi glance at Kritz, and then the temple, affirming her decision. "Destroy this place, bury the temple under so much earth that not even Kritz will live to see it again." She walked to the woman, cupping her delicate fingers against Terra's toughened chin, "can you do this for me?

Terra's arm reached up to grasp Sunumi's, her eyes never leaving her. "Of course I can," she acknowledged, retreating her grip and turning to the temple. "You will have no more comfort, stone," Terra yelled, as the vines untangled from her body and pierced the ground. "You have betrayed me, betrayed my people, and you shall have no more shelter now." The grew larger from the base as they dug deeper into the ground.

The earth shifted, forcing Sunumi to find her balance before meeting the ground. A rumble bellowed ahead, as the sides of the crevasse lost their form, threatening to fill from above. "Kritz," Sunumi yelled, coming to a careful dash as soon as the words left her mouth. Step by step she propelled further, until she felt a shock of air blast her from behind. The girl tumbled to the ground, rolling forward and out to a clearing where the mountains opened up. She felt a sting as she inched her leg back into place, her glimmering essence dripping from the wound. 'I'm still too weak,' she thought to herself, giving herself a moment before attempting to lift herself from the ground. The toll was too much, even under a full moon, yet somehow she was able to roll herself over, propping herself up enough to see the leveled land that was behind her. "Subtle," she laughed, almost forgetting that she could. "Subtle," she said one more time, before dropping back and catching the moonlight, while the sky still allowed it to glow.

Apocalypse? Okay!

Sunumi

She gazed at the wall as the massacre unfolded, finding no comfort in senseless slaughter, yet understanding its inevitability. The blood splashed against the faded stone, dripping slowly as the last body fell, Kritz claiming his own. He was always one to jest, but at least when he was joking her was manageable. “I can see much deeper than that puppet you wear,” she reminded him, “and I’m afraid that no accessory that could pull away from the ugliness that is your soul.”

The words were harsh, she had become harsh, but sweetness worked less and less in a growingly hostile world. There was a time when the man would listen to reason, a time when she would have even considered him amongst the living, but that was eons ago, and she had his wickedness extinguished more times than she could count. Still, Kritz could have been of use.

“You know,” Sunumi said, walking past the arm, inspecting the blood closely as she followed the cool air to the next set of halls that would free her from the temple, “no matter how many times we play this game, we always end up here.” Her fingers traced the doorway, as if she was searching for some something more in the mossy stone. “That can’t be by accident, right?”

Her hand dropped, gripping the other in comfort as she turned to Kritz, allowing the smallest vulnerability as she peered through his vessel. “I don’t just want to win,” she explained, thinking of that that looked like throughout the years, “I want to win for good. I’m tired, Kritz. I’m tired, and I want it to be over,” she peered to arm, acknowledging it for the first time since the swap. “For good this time. Don’t you?”

Apocalypse? Okay!

Sunumi

Hours had past since she woke, since she discovered what this story was to be, and the possibilities of what lied ahead seemed tireless. Sunumi had approached the apocalypse in many ways since the first rebirth, but none of them seemed to truly matter until now. “Just training,” she told herself, advancing down the halls and into the other rooms, scowering each for a clue of what or who was to come. Each appeared to be empty, relative to what she was accustomed to, but it didn’t mean that horrible monsters did not spawn from them. In the times that passed, she always appeared with the stone, and the weapons would come next, but this cycle was different; Sunumi was late, and every foul creature that was to inhabit this world had already left, putting her at an even greater disadvantage. It didn’t help that there were so many rooms, leading her to believe that this rising was both rushed, and devious in nature.

“They could be anywhere,” Sunumi groaned, slinking back against the wall. She wasn’t used to being surprised, and had spent so much time wandering that protesting gut was even against her. “What is going on around here?”

“Something special.”

Sunumi sprung up, not needing to turn to know who snuck up on her, but turning nonetheless in defense. “Violet.”

The woman revealed herself from behind an open room, her confident grin eclipsing her battered exterior. Flowing hair encircled her, streaming with browns and reds, cluing Sunumi into what elements she was currently consuming. “I was hoping to get a little more time before this meeting. It would have been fun to kill you off in the beginning of this story, like you’ve done to me ohhh so many times.”

Violet was an abomination, even among the monsters that rose. In her pursuits to prove her greaters wrong, she consumed magic like a drug, eventually breaking the limits of what humans could do, and breaking the world in the process. Sunumi had made it a personal mission to eradicate her corruption from the universe before she could take hold, but the stone had taken a liking to her. “Do you really think you can kill me?” She asked, her crystal shield pouring from her back and onto her arm. “Not even the stone can stop me from rising, no matter how many times he has tried.”

The woman’s hand glanced the wall, dragging the stone that she touched in her, restoring Violet’s body to what she once was. “Not yet,” she grinned, “But then again, I haven’t been allowed to live this long, so who knows what could happen.” She gave Sunumi a wink before vanishing from where she came, both of them knowing that a fight in their current states would yield nothing but exhaustion. Still, Sunumi couldn’t help but stare, to burn a whole into the woman as she walked away, knowing that she was a perversion to everything that magic stood for, a gluttonous wraith that must be destroyed. She stared until long after she was gone, understanding what the stone intended with it’s premature awakening.

“Fine, “she declared, finished worrying about what was to come. Whatever was out there, was the worst possible reality Sunumi could conceive, and she would destroy it, and the stone, and finally put an end to the drawn-out game.

A clash echoed down the hall, bringing life to the other end of the ruins. Sunumi rushed to its source, her light dripping in anticipation of an even worse adversary. She rounded the corner, her breathing calm and controlled as her crystal shield began to absorb the excess light with a white brilliance as she reeled it back for an attack. The energy oozing from the room was ominous, likely old blood magic that infamously broke the natural order, and had to be dealt with swiftly before it could infect anything else. She slid through the open arch, slinging a crescent crystal toward the energy, when she saw it. It was a sword, seamlessly staring at her as she came through, sprouting a metal thumbs up from the blade as she hurled her attack, causing the energy to swing off course and into the bandit that the sword fended off. The light pierced the bandit’s body, leaving no markings, but causing the large man to go limp, the life ripped from his eyes, and body falling onto the sword.

Sunumi couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it, but the worst had come to pass. She raised her hand, and the crystal shield reformed around her arm, as if it never left, before she lowered it. “What did I tell you the last time,” she yelled, frustratingly, as the blood sprayed the other bandits, both terrified and confused. “I don’t have time for your games, not this time.”

Violet alone was a problem, but Kritz was a different kind of monster. Of all the atrocities she had corrected, he was one of a handful she could not reverse. He was the unknowing mixture of powerful blood magic, and a unique soul, capable of handling his curse without being torn to pieces. He was powerful, dangerous, and completely insane, but Sunumi couldn’t, or maybe wouldn’t ever muster up the energy to destroy him. No matter how many times he interfered, she couldn’t just end it, a flaw that she knew she would regret someday; today was that day. She couldn’t deal with them both, along with the stone, especially with the significant head start. She raised her arm again, shield glowing more brilliantly with its purifying white light.

Apocalypse? Okay!

Name: Violet
Description:
Civilization: Age of Elementals - An early age of humanity, containing many stride in magic. This age dedicated themselves to maintaining the purity of the elements, each member claiming their own as a way of life. In a way, the people of this civilization echoed those of the first, but differed in their execution. With the knowledge of death, the come to believe in balance, and that no one thing could rise above another. Each innovation had to be matched, and if one single element were to become too powerful, the others we in agreement that it must be culled, to keep them in line with the others. It was restraint that allowed them to flourish longer than any other era that followed, yet also giving birth to the monster that would ensure the world's demise.
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Abilities: Elemental all
Elemental shift
Consume
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