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Wren

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Enter Tracker Here Name : Blackbell A. Wren
Age : 16
Race : Tontatta
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Navigator | Pastry Chef
Devil Fruit : Horu Horu no Mi (Hormone-Hormone Fruit)
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 0
Attack (ATK) : 60
Defense (DEF) : 65
Reflex (RX) : 45
Willpower (WP) : 40
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 50,000
Posts : 16

PostSubject: All Your Shit Belongs To Us [Episode]   Tue Nov 14, 2017 12:26 am




 
THAT'S RIGHT

I'M TALKING TO YOU.


 


BLACKBELL A. WREN

“It’s a good day today~”

A simple, sing-song statement broke through the crisp air from the highest point of the ship Big Time, known to house the fearsome Primetime Pirates. Likely to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the crew was Blackbell A. Wren with her plush silver tail and sweet, plump cheeks. However, on account of her being part of one of the smallest tribes to ever set out on the seas, the Tontatta tribe, it wasn’t so unfathomable to believe that she was a fairly low-profile member. It didn’t help that the individual in question had small ambitions when it came to obtaining notoriety for herself, but that wasn’t to say the dwarf didn’t have an insatiable appetite for trouble. In fact, the sole reason as to why she was perched so high up on the tiny flag that waved over the crow’s nest was that she was on the lookout for said trouble.

“No, silly, no one will mind!” she declared ostentatiously to no one in particular. That is, only the various imaginary creatures and companions only she could see. “Who’s to notice a little tontatta like me leave and come back every now and again?”

A moment of silence passed, before a black ship dipped above the blue horizon.

“Ohh how about that one?!” she shrieked excitedly, leaping to her feet and leaning with only her tiptoes clinging to the edge of the narrow platform and one hand gripping the tiny flagpole to secure her safety. “No!” she snapped in a abruptly grumpier voice. “Too small. Doesn’t look like there will be more than five people on board.”

“Oh,” she sighed dejectedly, flopping back down with her back against the pole. “We’ve been here for almost twenty minutes already and still nothing to appease you!” She pouted and glared at the horizon, watching vigilantly. “Patience, patience...gah! Patience is so boring!”

The tontatta was close to giving up before a black haze drifted up in the distance. Pausing, Wren narrowed her eyes and lifting a hand to her brow to shield against the noon sun beating down on her. When a hulking grey steamship slowly climbed up the horizon, a trail of dark steam unwinding from the vent, her hazel eyes widened with triumph.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. “That’s something we can all agree on, right?”

A series of murmurs went off in her head, but she simply leapt off the platform without waiting for the other voices in her head to reach an agreement. “You snooze, you lose!” she cackled gleefully, reaching around her back and pressing a button. There was a soft click before the mechanical wings on her back sprung open, gliding her safely down to the deck.

“Time to party!”


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Enter Tracker Here Name : Miyamoto Ikana
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Age : 17
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : N/A
Ship : N/A
Crew Position : N/A
Devil Fruit : Nikyu Nikyu no Mi
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 3
Attack (ATK) : 200
Defense (DEF) : 100
Reflex (RX) : 200
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Berries : 1,050,000
Posts : 23

PostSubject: Re: All Your Shit Belongs To Us [Episode]   Sat Nov 18, 2017 6:01 pm

The mission was clear, and so the mission would be done. Ikana had been granted access to fly his flag upon her sailboat and leave back towards the grandline in order to gain funds, weaponry, and men to use them. They would need a larger force to occupy and hold down a island if Brood was to indulge in further adventures and exploration. That fact was self evident. With the way it was now, she couldn’t quite say that his current officers would be able to hold down the defense without Brood either. The man was a user of the conqueror’s Haki, an incredibly powerful leader, and generally one that was going to need more than a few dozen men to develop his empire. This was where she was to come in.

The white haired martial artist had taken liberty to take purchased supplies into her sailboat. As a aspiring pirate rookie with a bounty of 0, not much money to herself, and or any men to call her subordinates, the only reason why she was considered an ally to Brood’s crew was because she was strong and had the potential to become something great. Having defeated Desmond, Brood’s shipwright a while back, she was trained by the sugar man. Occasionally, he had become her sugar daddy as well. The only thing that she found a bit disheartening was the fact Brood didn’t seem to trust her enough to let her go by herself. A Tontatta known as Wren was to be going with her, but likely more for the experience than lack of trust. Whatever the case, she would respect his wishes.

Moving crates of goods into her ship, at least enough for a long voyage, she was prepared. Stretching her gloves, tightly against her wrist, she thought about Wren. If she recalled, it was the one who was offering that disgusting looking sludge in the bar. Shaking her head, Ikana hoped that this was at least decent company. Upon the tiny individual arriving, Ikana took liberty to turn towards the docked boat, slowly stepping onto the ramp to it’s dock. “Ikuzo, we don’t have all day. I’m expecting you know what the trip will be about right?” The paw woman was not exactly known for liking the goofy. However, as long as they were able to get the job done, it wouldn’t be such a big concern. They would be stopping rookies rushing in from the blues as well as some pirates accustomed to the grand line and subjugating them to Brood’s rule. Either they would submit, or they would die.  

It was around noon, but they’d sail for around a good day on the boat, heading off into the distance. While Ikana was to steer the ship, the mission she had for her little friend was to report if she saw any ships in the distance. It didn’t matter what kind it was. Whatever ship it was, there was bound to be some form of valuable they could take. If not, then they might as well destroy it. The only nuisance would be if the World Government was around. They always seemed to snoop their damn noses in places where they didn’t belong. “Oi! See anything up there?” The sky was almost clear, the water shining azure in it’s bouncing waves. She was itching for some combat, ever since she’s come to the grand line. Not much has been happening lately, well, unless one counts the meetings Brood has been throwing. She was hoping to get some spoils for herself from this task of course, nobody did anything for free. On top of that, to gain more relation with the dark skinned monster of a man was something that would be within her best interest. With his support, she could make her dreams of building her own empire come true. On top of that, he might be able to offer her further training in her skills, namely Haki.
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Enter Tracker Here Name : Blackbell A. Wren
Age : 16
Race : Tontatta
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Navigator | Pastry Chef
Devil Fruit : Horu Horu no Mi (Hormone-Hormone Fruit)
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 0
Attack (ATK) : 60
Defense (DEF) : 65
Reflex (RX) : 45
Willpower (WP) : 40
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 50,000
Posts : 16

PostSubject: Re: All Your Shit Belongs To Us [Episode]   Wed Nov 29, 2017 1:35 am




 
THAT'S RIGHT

I'M TALKING TO YOU.


 



BLACKBELL A. WREN

Swooping down towards the deck, Wren was just about to perform a brilliant landing when leathery fingers suddenly coiled around her entire body. Wren let out a high-pitched cry and her wings protested as they came to a feeble stop. “Unhand me, you brute!” she shrieked, flailing helplessly at the grunt who was assaulting her. “I’ll have you know I make a very scary giant!”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ve all seen how extra giant your tail can get,” scoffed the grunt, which immediately transitioned into a pained “Eep!”

Wren dug her teeth into the Primetime grunt’s thumb, her hazel eyes narrowed with determination, but she was quickly dislodged as the grunt wrenched her by the waist with two fingers from his other hand. “Sorry, Little Miss Fluffy, but it’s captain’s orders,” he grumbled, though his beady eyes twinkled humorously.

He then proceeded to pitch the poor dwarf across the deck and she tumbled piteously through the air until she smacked into the wooden mast of a small sailboat. Groaning, she sat up unsteadily with her back against the pole, stars dancing around her head and spirals in her eyes until she chased them away with a vigorous shake.

“Why, that grunt,” she snarled, leaping up to her feet and shaking her tiny fists in his direction, where he waved cheerfully from the deck of Big Time. “I’ll have your head for this! Your head!!” Her voice crescendoed with her growing rage, until her voice suddenly mellowed. “Huh? Is it just me or is he getting further away?” Her rage erupted again. “Of course he isn’t! Get him, Wren! Get him!!!”

A wave suddenly smacked against the side of the sailboat and her head fell backwards into the mast. “Ow…” she whimpered, dropping down and clutching her head painfully. “What was that for?”

“...you know what this trip is about, right?” a disapproving voice sounded from above and she glanced up to see a white-haired woman glaring down at her.

“Trip?” asked Wren, her earlier pain quickly forgotten and straightened her back with her her arms crossed, tilting her head slightly in display of her confusion. “Sure, sure, that one. Who are you again?” But without waiting for a reply, impulse took over once more and she abruptly spun around, scaling up the mast in a flash. “Bah, who cares, what happened to that steamship?”

However, to her dismay, when she reached the top and past the sails, the steamship was no longer anywhere in sight. “No!” she cried angrily and she slumped against the boat’s flagpole, hardly noticing Primetime’s flag fluttering proudly. “I should have taken that grunt’s head when I had the chance!” A small tantrum with flying fists ensued until it came to another abrupt stop, a single tear still hanging suspended in the corner of her eye. “Wait, didn’t he say something about captain’s orders?” She closed her eyes and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “And what was that about a trip? Hmm...gah! I’m bored again! Whatever, let’s take a nap.”

With her mission clear enough, she rolled over on her back and was soon snoring loudly with her arms and legs spread out like a starfish. Despite the heat and sun beating down on her from above, with nothing but the Primetime flag defending her against it, Wren slept peacefully. Her porcelain skin should have been a concern for her and she was bound to wake up with red, painful splotches all over her face. But the second a hint sunburn appeared, her skin instantly made its transition to brown and this was the first sign of an ensuing phenomenon soon to take place. By the time the sun had risen to its position at noon, Wren’s silver locks had lengthened down to her waist, her body had grown to that of an adult human’s and her face had restructured to a handsome young man with a chiseled jaw and a shadow of a beard. With her, or his, new body, Wren’s arms and legs were now dangling over the edge of the platform, his head tilted back with his neck curved around the edge (his snoring amplified with such an uncomfortable disposition) and his fluffy tail swaying lazily in the air as he continued to sleep.

Until… “Oi! See anything up there?”

The harsh voice jolted the young man awake and he jerked up with his legs crossed, his hands holding his ankles together. In his precarious position, he quickly found himself careening back and forth on the platform. “See...what?” he mumbled sleepily, despite it, his vision still bleary. “See...huh?” Having failed to recognise his dangerous situation soon enough, Wren then toppled backwards and off the platform.

There was a split second where, in Wren’s mind, he was held suspended in the air and it was in this split second did Wren finally comprehend his situation. He stared at the platform, his hands feeling like they were shackled to his ankles and then the second was over. With a cry, his hands fell away from his ankles and reached forward as though to grapple for the edge of the platform but instead, he was left flailing and screaming until he hit the deck of the sailboat. It seemed today would be a day of falling and smacking into things.

Groaning, he rearranged himself and sat upright, rubbing his head painfully. However, before he could recover by very much, his back prickled and he peeked warily over his shoulder, already expecting to see the woman from earlier staring coldly back at his.

“Of course I saw something,” he said boldly with an air of arrogance, as though to hastily cover up his clumsy blunder. “Right there, see?” He stabbed his finger in a random direction and to his surprise, bobbing in the distance where his finger pointed at was a massive pirate ship with the crossbones and skull flapping above it. “Yeah, I saw that.”

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