You are the "tyrant queen" who is "as cold and beautiful as ice and burns insubordination like hellfire" in part 2 
Piratemarimo shows up too. It's completely OOC for everything in the main crack fic, but I'm having too much fun.
AH THAT'S RIGHT. Piratemarimo, what color hair and eyes for you?
Support Viz. They DO give you One Piece.
D: Why is the Oda thread closed? Because people can't read from the beginning?
I sound like a babe. Do I get a steamy love affair? You seem like you'd write that well.
By the way, I was thinking, I know that we're inserting ourselves into these fics, but I think it's more like an alterego, right? XD I wanted everyone to design it for themselves so I can draw bio profiles for everyone "Fandom Pirates persona". I have black hair in real life, but I've always wanted that auburn color. That would be so much fun (so that's the color of "Skyrius's" hair XD) I'm having too much fun with this.
My alter ego, "Lex Peters", actually has a "design" so to speak.
It's from my times at deviantart, so those are a bit old but … well, sharing won't hurt XD
! Chibi version:
! Non-chibi colored sketch:
… my God, that's embarrassing. XD
rushes over to the crack fic topic
What can I say; my epic senses were tingling.
a big welcome from the fandom pirate captain herself hurf hurf hurf [/shot for humble fail]
also while I'm being captain-y I'd like to declare the user Hannyabal as vice-warden and venomous warden as warden
and here are your pics:
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;_; i'm sorry it took me so long to see those posts…..
Mia! I need your alterego's description too Everyone has to show up. having fun
Perfect! It's actually great that she has red hair Nia. It fits. write write
I sound like a babe. Do I get a steamy love affair? You seem like you'd write that well.
don't lie!!! Anyone who's seen the post your pics thread knows you are a goddess of beauty!!!!! It's actually a little hard to adjust to because as I said I imagine people as their avatars…. and now reading your posts and knowing that they're coming from a super model is.... :wub:
cough
oh boy I can't wait to catch up on these crack fics (changes the subject awkwardly)
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@Skyrius:
there are pics of me in the post your pics thread as well. probably on the last page...
o3o according to Gypsy's fic I am a cool, femme-fatale who smokes cigars (and I am A-OK with this!).
Skyrius, it does my heart well to know that I have prompted so much happiness and creativity in you for this.
AND EVEN IF I DIDN'T LET ME THINK I DID.
don't lie!!! Anyone who's seen the post your pics thread knows you are a goddess of beauty!!!!! It's actually a little hard to adjust to because as I said I imagine people as their avatars…. and now reading your posts and knowing that they're coming from a super model is.... :wub:
coughoh boy I can't wait to catch up on these crack fics (changes the subject awkwardly)
-spits Arizona Tea out-
Are you kidding me!?!?!? WHATEVER IT'S NICE I'LL TAKE IT EVEN IF IT'S A LIE.
Do you want to use your actual picture? Since this can be whatever design you want, you can make up your own too! Nia is "the diva in red" who lowers those foolish enough to attack Gypsy into hell on a flowing stream of velvet red <333 I LOVE film noir. There's no where else you can get crazy with the metaphors like that without sounding like a complete idiot.
You are the "tyrant queen" who is "as cold and beautiful as ice and burns insubordination like hellfire" in part 2
AH THAT'S RIGHT. Piratemarimo, what color hair and eyes for you?
Gasp! I get to choose? I'm not sure what I'd want actually. My hair is black naturally and my friends are always saying it would look good with purple or green highlights… so I dunno. My eyes could be golden or something? Green? I'd have to get back to you on this... but I definitely want to wear a hat of some kind. it's been my dream to look cool enough to wear a sexy hat since forever.
This is a random aside, but I snagged me a glow stick today. BE JEALOUS!
Nah, I think my dark features suit what you're trying to do. I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS.
GLOW STICK.
"Trust him with me…I WANT TO WRONG JIGGLE."
Crack Navigator for the Fandom Pirates
Gypsy, Gypsy! I'm almost done! Your turn again next! XD This is so much fun. I love round robins. God I sound like a kid right now. It's the combination of this and the new OP chapter, I'm telling you.
Piratemarimo, how about raven black hair with purple highlights? Cropped to shoulder length in a classy fashion. You're this badass longcoat ace spy with a pimping fedora
…I want to make out with Time-Skip Usopp in this. Kidding...
I WANT TO SEE. -suspense-
Just finished reading crackfic
I laughed so hard I cried. Multiple times.
I don't know about all the rest of you, but when I first saw that color spread, I felt like a kid all over again. Like I was starting to read a fresh, new manga for the first time. I loved that feeling of just not knowing what to expect, just like when I picked up the first volume of One Piece for the first time. So much love.
Just finished reading crackfic
I laughed so hard I cried. Multiple times.
Many thanks! I'm a dreadful writer, but it's a blast to write. Stick around here and you can be in it as well.
@ Marimo:
My sister loved it. She was like: "That's enough to make me want to read this."
GLOW GLOWSTICK GLOW.
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My thoughts on designs:
! Luffy: I am quite pleased he didn't change dramatically. Even if he looks basically the same, when I fist saw him I said out loud: "Aw, he's so handsome!"
! Zoro: OH MY GOD. I cannot get over the badassness of that eye scar. Just…and slick hair and...oh god.
! Nami: I love it! I think she looks mature and really adorable at the same time.
! Usopp: ....I am officially an Usopp fangirl. Like...wow.
! Sanji: THE EYE. WOW.
! Chopper: This is liked. That he wasn't changed too much. He's so CUTE
! Robin: SHE IS SO HOT. And just got hotter. The hair is lovely.
! Franky: This is...perfection. The hair will take some time to get used to being gone...but yes.
! Brook: LOVE.
can someone please tell me what the difference in Robin is? everyone's commenting on her hair but i just can't tell. there's like what, three panels of her? and sunglasses confuse me so.
also - i've been hearing about the cucumber thing, but i have no idea what it is, and i don't think i want to know.
! Nami's hair just looks like it'd get in the way of a fight. Robin always was the more beautiful woman of the two. She's got a better outfit.
maybe Nami, when she uses her power, will be a bit like Storm from X-men.
okay shooting self now for making that kind of comparison. but what i mean is, she can be like all standing somewhere raising her arms/weapons and boom thunder lightning clouds storm FLASH enemies dead. and her long hair would be blowing around and everything.
… yeeeahhh.
OOH OOH OOH SKYRIUS IS DRAWING US? or writing about us? i never really fully know what's going on in here. i waaaaant dark reddish-brown hair, more reddish than brown. maybe with slightly lighter highlights. and i want my hair to be long. brown eyes are fine. and NIA don't be embarrassed, those pictures are adorable. that girl looks like she'd be called Nia, haha.
oh and WELCOME black light! you seem cool. i love that you decided to post here first. the rules are somewhere in here, but it's too early for me to have the courage to go and dig for them. just some important things you need to know:
1. Shanks and i are in a solid, long-lasting relationship. i am also extremely possessive. if you try to tear us apart i will hunt you down and laser your pillow.
2. piratemarimo and i are BFFs, so no one can marry either of us without the other's permission. (and yes, we do conduct weddings in here. they're awesome - we have popcorn and waffles and everything.)
3. Get a fedora. and/or a bow-tie.
4. Mia is our captain. she's also not human. she has special powers from a waffle that appears on a tree every 349875398546 minutes.
5. WAAAAAFFLESSSS.
Handsome man save me from the monsters. 
Avatar credits to rcerione
Ah, yes. Usopp is the only one who gets the fez. And I am about to make a rule that me his mine.
GARP ISN'T MY BOY.
Robin doesn't have bangs. That's it.
more thoughts on 598:
! i am so close to actually loving Usopp. i've never liked anything about him, but when the plants appeared my jaw dropped from the awesomeness and whoa what happened he's actually manly. he seems a lot stronger, which i'm glad for, cause you can only go so far with a character that always loses. it's like Oda took that one moment of Usopp-awesomeness when he blew up the WG flag and made it his character. i love it.
! and yes, i squee'd like no other when the cover page appeared. it's too big for my screen, so i slowly scrolled right, left, up, down, making sure to take in everything. then i spent like two whole minutes just happily staring at Luffy's face. then i clicked to the next page with the SH colourspread and i just started cheering like mad, as if my team had just won a match or something. I NEED THE REUNION NAO.
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
3. Get a fedora. and/or a bow-tie.
I've already got that covered.
And I will respect your claim to Shanks. I see him more as an epic drinking buddy anyway. Plus I really like my pillow.
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
I don't know about all the rest of you, but when I first saw that color spread, I felt like a kid all over again. Like I was starting to read a fresh, new manga for the first time. I loved that feeling of just not knowing what to expect, just like when I picked up the first volume of One Piece for the first time. So much love.
I don't know how many times I've said/written this today, but it can't be said often enough.
The second I looked at that spread, it just blew my mind. I literally cried because of that chapter 1 feeling it triggered. Damn.
and NIA don't be embarrassed, those pictures are adorable. that girl looks like she'd be called Nia, haha.
Haha, thanks. I was actually already going by the name "Nia" at that time (though "Lex Peters" is still my penname), so … it's not all that wrong to call her that XD
more thoughts on 598:
! i am so close to actually loving Usopp. i've never liked anything about him, but when the plants appeared my jaw dropped from the awesomeness and whoa what happened he's actually manly. he seems a lot stronger, which i'm glad for, cause you can only go so far with a character that always loses. it's like Oda took that one moment of Usopp-awesomeness when he blew up the WG flag and made it his character. i love it.
THIS. Seriously.
I never hated Usopp, but I never liked him either. He was there, he was meh.
But NOW … woah! I can't really say anything you haven't said already, you just took the words out of my mouth.
Hey guys, Imma post this to celebrate the awesomeness of One Piece.
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Also Black Light, you should know that I am the one with the harem in this thread. Through a complicated number of events my number one, Crocodile, is with Mia at this moment, but I have a ton of others… Doflamingo, Mihawk, Eneru, Lafitte, Drake, Akainu, Kizaru, and Shura. To name a few. :ninja:
Got it Trapped~! I'll get you in the next part. NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
Alright, let's switch up the perspective. Time to introduce some more people
! Smooth jazz music flowed across the dimly lit room, like water rolling off of a worn down boulder. The low cello notes and pinging piano alone accompanied the hushed lyrics of the single singer on stage. The crowds around conversed, laughed, teased, blackmailed, threatened in hushed tones. Here was a den of lies and hopes, a facade of geniality covering the true face- a gathering of the corrupt, the strong, and the rich. From the outside, the entrance was a dirty wooden door, at the bottom of a flight of stairs that led to a dimly lit basement, only wide enough to let a single person in at a time.
! Once inside, the only light source was the myriad of overhead globes that glared down on the woman singer on stage, clad in flowing red dress, neither modest nor revealing. The diva in red, from her fiery locks to the blood ruby heels that clicked softly as she walked, red satin scarf hanging from one side. As she descended, slow step by step, the light followed her off of the stage into the crowds, the music never ceasing. The round tables covered with black velvet and each adorned with a single bottle of the finest wine lined the circumference of the half moon shaped room.
! In an unlit corner, rustling so softly that even those less than an inch in front didn't notice until they had been sent sprawling head over heel from behind, was the sound of fabric. The chatter in the surrounding radius immediately ceased. Two men, clad in traditional suits and heart stopping glares walked forwards. The patrons immediately stepped to the side, whispering only once they were out of hearing range. Kidd and Killer. Which meant. All heads turned as a single clop of an immaculately designed heel resounded. The woman walked through the crowds meeting no eyes, the velvet gold flaked gaze fixed on some distant figure those around could only guess at. Her confident strides and freezing air gave the impression of a tyrant queen, as cold and beautiful as ice and would burn insubordination with the heat of hellfire, deigning to walk among the peasants. The feel that both intimidated and enraged those around, which is why her security was the best there was.
! A low vibrato resounded across the low rise ceiling as the song finished. A single shot rang out. The newcomers screamed, diving for cover while the veterans chuckled to themselves, wondering what fool was suicidal enough to fire on the “Tyrant Queen” on her own turf. Gypsy stopped, eyes closed in disdain.
! “Hey hey, little queen. What’s wrong?” a drawl came from her right. A middle aged man, with a slightly ruffled trench coat and tattered hat held a pistol to her temple. His clothes were stained from mud and rain, indicating he had just come in from the downpour outside. Instead of answering, Gypsy only turned her head to glare at the doorman, the silent demand to know how this cur had been allowed in. Meta, used to her refined temper tantrums and accusations simply chuckled.
! “He knew the password.”
! “Hey hey hey. Come on now, you’re ignoring me babe?” the man to her right perked up again, drawing his face closer, close enough so she could feel his breath. Unforgivable.
! “Nia.”
! The word hadn’t even finished resounding when there was a sharp gasp and gurgle as the man lurched backward, a red satin length of cloth wound firmly around his neck.
! “You’re one hundred years too early to be approaching the queen just yet,” the soft timber of the diva in red practically cascaded off of the walls. She stood behind him, having not made a single noise in her approach. With half lidded, uninterested eyes she pulled the blood red scarf and the man went limp.
! “I hope you didn’t just sully my party with such an ugly death,” Gypsy warned, finally looking at the man for the first time.
! Releasing the cloth with the grace of a dance, Nia stepped back.
! “Of course not, he’s simply unconscious. Kid and Killer can take care of the disposal.” She curtsied and turned back to the stage.
! “Nia.” She turned her head at her name. “Wonderful singing as usual.” To the crowds around it wouldn’t be noticeable, but she knew the queen would notice. Giving the smallest of smiles, she bowed her head and returned to the stage. Already the guests had begun chattering amongst themselves. They would need a distraction again.
! “Tch. You did that on purpose.” Another voice rang out from the shadows, startling those around. Gypsy turned to the speaker, smiling for the first time of the night, albeit in an almost smug manner.
! “I simply didn’t want blood staining my new carpet,” she said with a lilted tone. The cold gleam of steel flashed off of the semi-automatic pistol hanging from her belt as Piratemarimo walked into the light, twirling her black fedora on her index finger in a bored manner.
! “I had it covered.”
! “I know you did.” Gypsy turned to leave.
! “Wait,” the spy stopped and spoke clearly, “You’re aware that we have another turncoat on our hands?”
! “Oh? Another fool has run sniveling to Skyrius?” Gypsy responded with no intention to turn, and her tone of voice made it amply clear, “Deal with it would you dear?”
! Green eyes stared at the back of the Tyrant Queen, as if trying to determine something unknown. A sigh.
! “Fine. You better have a fancy restaurant reserved for me when I get back.” The swish of a trench coat, the slam of a door, and the echoing blues of a new song.
XDDD Why yes, I did just make everyone a badass. It's REQUIRED in film noirs. Even if we have no powers aside from crack in the OP fandom, this is a different type of crack <33 And yes, this is my writing style. It tends to be flowery like that.
Oh geez, it ended up too long DX
…I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
"Trust him with me…I WANT TO WRONG JIGGLE."
Crack Navigator for the Fandom Pirates
I LOVE IT. it has a very gorgeous feel to it, i like!
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
Whoa so awesome!! Now THAT is how you write people into fics!! It's truly a well written piece, good job! 
Got it Trapped~! I'll get you in the next part. NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.
Alright, let's switch up the perspective. Time to introduce some more people
! Smooth jazz music flowed across the dimly lit room, like water rolling off of a worn down boulder. The low cello notes and pinging piano alone accompanied the hushed lyrics of the single singer on stage. The crowds around conversed, laughed, teased, blackmailed, threatened in hushed tones. Here was a den of lies and hopes, a facade of geniality covering the true face- a gathering of the corrupt, the strong, and the rich. From the outside, the entrance was a dirty wooden door, at the bottom of a flight of stairs that led to a dimly lit basement, only wide enough to let a single person in at a time.
! Once inside, the only light source was the myriad of overhead globes that glared down on the woman singer on stage, clad in flowing red dress, neither modest nor revealing. The diva in red, from her fiery locks to the blood ruby heels that clicked softly as she walked, red satin scarf hanging from one side. As she descended, slow step by step, the light followed her off of the stage into the crowds, the music never ceasing. The round tables covered with black velvet and each adorned with a single bottle of the finest wine lined the circumference of the half moon shaped room.
! In an unlit corner, rustling so softly that even those less than an inch in front didn't notice until they had been sent sprawling head over heel from behind, was the sound of fabric. The chatter in the surrounding radius immediately ceased. Two men, clad in traditional suits and heart stopping glares walked forwards. The patrons immediately stepped to the side, whispering only once they were out of hearing range. Kidd and Killer. Which meant. All heads turned as a single clop of an immaculately designed heel resounded. The woman walked through the crowds meeting no eyes, the velvet gold flaked gaze fixed on some distant figure those around could only guess at. Her confident strides and freezing air gave the impression of a tyrant queen, as cold and beautiful as ice and would burn insubordination with the heat of hellfire, deigning to walk among the peasants. The feel that both intimidated and enraged those around, which is why her security was the best there was.
! A low vibrato resounded across the low rise ceiling as the song finished. A single shot rang out. The newcomers screamed, diving for cover while the veterans chuckled to themselves, wondering what fool was suicidal enough to fire on the “Tyrant Queen” on her own turf. Gypsy stopped, eyes closed in disdain.
! “Hey hey, little queen. What’s wrong?” a drawl came from her right. A middle aged man, with a slightly ruffled trench coat and tattered hat held a pistol to her temple. His clothes were stained from mud and rain, indicating he had just come in from the downpour outside. Instead of answering, Gypsy only turned her head to glare at the doorman, the silent demand to know how this cur had been allowed in. Meta, used to her refined temper tantrums and accusations simply chuckled.
! “He knew the password.”
! “Hey hey hey. Come on now, you’re ignoring me babe?” the man to her right perked up again, drawing his face closer, close enough so she could feel his breath. Unforgivable.
! “Nia.”
! The word hadn’t even finished resounding when there was a sharp gasp and gurgle as the man lurched backward, a red stain length of cloth wound firmly around his neck.
! “You’re one hundred years too early to be approaching the queen just yet,” the soft timber of the diva in red practically cascaded off of the walls. She stood behind him, having not made a single noise in her approach. With half lidded, uninterested eyes she pulled the blood red scarf and the man went limp.
! “I hope you didn’t just sully my party with such an ugly death,” Gypsy warned, finally looking at the man for the first time.
! Releasing the cloth with the grace of a dance, Nia stepped back.
! “Of course not, he’s simply unconscious. Kid and Killer can take care of the disposal.” She curtsied and turned back to the stage.
! “Nia.” She turned her head at her name. “Wonderful singing as usual.” To the crowds around it wouldn’t be noticeable, but she knew the queen would notice. Giving the smallest of smiles, she bowed her head and returned to the stage. Already the guests had begun chattering amongst themselves. They would need a distraction again.
! “Tch. You did that on purpose.” Another voice rang out from the shadows, startling those around. Gypsy turned to the speaker, smiling for the first time of the night, albeit in an almost smug manner.
! “I simply didn’t want blood staining my new carpet,” she said with a lilted tone. The cold gleam of steel flashed off of the semi-automatic pistol hanging from her belt as Piratemarimo walked into the light, twirling her black fedora on her index finger in a bored manner.
! “I had it covered.”
! “I know you did.” Gypsy turned to leave.
! “Wait,” the spy stopped and spoke clearly, “You’re aware that we have another turncoat on our hands?”
! “Oh? Another fool has run sniveling to Skyrius?” Gypsy responded with no intention to turn, and her tone of voice made it amply clear, “Deal with it would you dear?”
! Green eyes stared at the back of the Tyrant Queen, as if trying to determine something unknown. A sigh.
! “Fine. You better have a fancy restaurant reserved for me when I get back.” The swish of a trench coat, the slam of a door, and the echoing blues of a new song.
XDDD Why yes, I did just make everyone a badass. It's REQUIRED in film noirs. Even if we have no powers aside from crack in the OP fandom, this is a different type of crack <33 And yes, this is my writing style. It tends to be flowery like that.
Oh geez, it ended up too long DX
This… is beautiful~! :wub:
Such a gorgeous atmoshphere!
It was SOOO much fun! is giddy I hope I made it obvious enough, but you're the badass, aloof spy/assassin at the end Piratemarimo I have so many ideas though.
For future reference, if you had to pick one OP character to team up with and one to fight against, who would it be?
EDIT: I've got homework now T___T But, if I can, I kinda want to write the next part down before I throw it back to you Gypsy. I don't have any long term stuff planned out since I want it to be spontaneous, but there are a few more things I want to do with it….when I have time. DARN YOU SCHOOL >_>
Support Viz. They DO give you One Piece.
D: Why is the Oda thread closed? Because people can't read from the beginning?
Too much … for words ...
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@Nia:
Too much … for words ...
did you just draw that? YOU JUST DREW THAT. you are now vice-captain.
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
I SECOND THAT. Thanks Nia! You have no idea how happy that made me, I actually was squealing when I pushed that spoiler button <333 I don't usually write since there's never much to write about, which is why it's so surprising that this made me so inspired. I love all of you guys sooo much.
It was SOOO much fun! is giddy I hope I made it obvious enough, but you're the badass, aloof spy/assassin at the end Piratemarimo
For future reference, if you had to pick one OP character to team up against and one to fight against, who would it be?
It's like you read my mind. I've always daydreamed about being a spy.
One character… this is a tough choice. I'm inclined to say Crocodile or Doflamingo, but I wonder if I should try expanding a little. As for an opponent, I'd say Kaku would be an interesting one... or perhaps Jyabura?
I wouldn't want to fight a complete wuss, but at the same time I don't want one that's totally pwnsome, like Eneru who can pretty much one hit KO a person. Definitely not Bellamy or Lafitte though, they've grown on me. Akainu would be cool only for the fact that I secretly want to see Croc fight him for real in the manga, but I love Akainu... :unsure:
What about Magellan? Are characters gonna have their DF powers in this story? It doesn't sound like it would fit the type of genre you're writing, but I just want to clarify.
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Nia I demand that you draw more!!
i hope this works now.
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Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
bursts out laughing Oh jeez, I love you guys.
Piratemarimo, it's ok to name more than one XD I just need at least one for a future idea in a shootout. As for the other OP characters…..hm, I'm not sure yet. I think I might just make this permanently AU and disregard DF powers. They'll still be badass without them. It's up to Gypsy though. Homework is almost done. I can't believe this. I'm SO motivated to write I'm actually getting through my homework FASTER than usual laughs
Aiaiai, I didn't answer this one yet:
@Skyrius:
For future reference, if you had to pick one OP character to team up against and one to fight against, who would it be?
Uuugh, that's a hard one. Someone I would want to fight … uhm. I really have no idea whatsoever, but if I had to pick one, it'd be Law. I don't even know why, I just feel "comfortable" with fighting him lol
did you just draw that? YOU JUST DREW THAT. you are now vice-captain.
Whaddawho? I thought Gypsy pretty much had that spot reserved for her? XD
I SECOND THAT. Thanks Nia! You have no idea how happy that made me, I actually was squealing when I pushed that spoiler button <333 I don't usually write since there's never much to write about, which is why it's so surprising that this made me so inspired. I love all of you guys sooo much.
I'm glad I managed to return the favor a little bit. I really really really like it (and not just my appearance, mind you)! It made for a wonderful read.
Nia I demand that you draw more!!
Actually I just drew something for the first time in, like, way over one year. That's pretty much all I can do anymore, so … XD
i hope this works now.
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What … what did I just see? XD
OMG, Trapped that is so full of win.
@ Skyrius Yes! the greatest thing is that OP characters are always badass. Arlong would be an interesting opponent and Wapol just for the lulz. I just feel like if I partnered up with Crocodile, a fight would be over in seconds. XD
Mr. 3 would also be an interesting ally… Drake too. I would say that Kidd would make an interesting opponent, but if we're discounting DFs, Killer or some other hand to hand fighter would be neat. I know you said a shoot-out, but if there's ever a close range fight of any kind, FYI I have a reputation for delivering painful kicks to people who piss me off, just to let you know my fighting style if it's not a gun fight.
@Nia:
Whaddawho? I thought Gypsy pretty much had that spot reserved for her? XD
oh no. really? i thought she was the navigator. i must have messed up. um… um... erm... :unsure:
have a Croc bunny?
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Piratemarimo. Gun fu. A badass, fedora wearing, trench coat billowing, guns akimbo assassin with gun fu.
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GunsAkimbo
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GunFu
EDIT: Gypsy is our crack navigator We don't have a vice captain yet. Only one position at a time, to avoid confusion.
EDIT 2: OH FFF. I just linked someone to TVTropes. WARNING. DO NOT CLICK THE LINK UNLESS YOU HAVE TIME. It's ridiculously addicting.
I Want That Croc Bunny.
oh no. really? i thought she was the navigator. i must have messed up. um… um... erm... :unsure:
Nah, that could be right, this thread is just moving to fast, I forget all sorts of things … XD
But I do remember being the Bird Keeper!!1
Hey this is random, but can Gypsy also fill the role of my personal music tracker? She's always posting songs that make me fall in love with a band I've never heard of before. Just throwing that out there for consideration.
more crack bunnies!
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this one goes out to piratemarimo:
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they're all done by this pixiv user: http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=895535
go check her out, there's more, like Mihawk. :wub:
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
Aww,I've been gone so long I feel like I'm intruding on all you…:sad:
School,sighschool...Had to make up 4 days of work,plus current work...but I'm pretty much caught up now!:happy:
I have to catch up on this thread over the weekend;I need sleeeeep!
Well,I've only read a little since I got on tonight,but I read the crack-fics.YES. Gypsy,that was awesome and hilarious as usual,and really, I can't put a good enough reply to it!
Skyrius, just...wow,amazing! Good detail! Good luck with all the homework;I know the feeling.:getlost: Let the creative writing flow!
-Gasp,I read the new chapter!Obviously can't discuss it here,but let me say as a Sanji fan, I was shocked. Pleasantly surprised?Maybe.
(The chapter made me quit breathing for 15+ seconds multiple times.
The cover spread,ah~Love it!:wub:)
I must catch up here soon!!Well,since it's almost October,I'll give you this little picture!~
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…Am I the only one addicted to this thread?XD (I doubt it)
:wub:
Sorry Gypsy! I was in a writing mode XP But after this is your part, since I’m out of ideas XD I didn’t plan for much. Anyways, I’ll leave introducing the OP characters to you, since I’m not much good at that :S I’m better at introducing new people. I tried to make the atmosphere a bit less oppressive for this part. Here we go~!
Oh wait, before we do, I wanna make sure everyone likes their nicknames. You know how everyone in the OP universe get kickass nicknames? Like “Dark King” Rayleigh, or “Surgeon of Death” Law, etc. Well, we totally need kickass nicknames in this fic. I mean, come on, where else are we going to get to use them? I just made these up, but if you like them you can keep them. Otherwise just tell me what name you want.
So~
! “Tyrant Queen” Gypsy
“Crimson Diva” Nia
“Silent Death” Piratemarimo
“Poisonous Blossom” Masha
“Angel of Death” Skyrius
“Bloodhound of the Queen” Charmed (Gypsy’s #1 Fangirl XD)
“Black Wind” Mettemine
“Reaper” Meta
“Empress of Ruin” Mia
“Calamity Blaze” Trapped
! That’s it so far, since I wasn’t quite sure how to work in everyone else >___< But I’ll get to those as soon as everyone shows up in the fic. Or you can come up with your own if you don’t like the ones right now.
Ok, now for the fic. Even longer than last time XD I ended up researching mafia chains of command. You learn something new everyday. It goes:
Boss (Don, or Capo Famiglia)
Underboss (Capo Bastone)
Advisor (Consigliere) These three make up the Administration, the ruling panel.
Captain (Caporegime)
Etc
! Piratemarimo paused for a second, staring out from under the alcove which the entrance to the Midnight Club, one of Gypsy’s many exclusive gigs, was located. The rain hadn’t let up a bit. If anything, it seemed to be getting harsher. A sigh escaped her lips for the second time that evening.
! “I should’ve charged her more. Maybe a fancy restaurant and a date with that Crocodile guy…” she paused and almost giggled, remembering the look of surprise on the rival mafia leader’s face when she had him at a stalemate, pistol at his forehead while all his lackeys aimed at her. Ten to one. She’d had worse odds stacked against her before. But apparently he’d never been in a situation where someone had managed to get past all defenses before. She blew out her breath, watching it freeze in the air, becoming visible. There was a sort of heated appeal to a game of cat and mouse, especially when one wasn’t sure who was which.
! The spy fingered her fedora, lighted atop her obsidian hair, as dark as the cloudy night sky. It would get ruined in this weather.
! “I guess she’ll owe me a new hat as well,” she decided and sprang out into the rain, running with unordinary balance in the slick conditions. The sooner this was over, the better.
–------------
“You’re sure about this?” An exasperated and strained voice floated through the arched hallway. Trapped had just closed the door marking the end of her latest meeting when some new recruit had stumbled in, breathless, babbling about some breach in security. THIS was why she was against using fresh meat as guards to any information at all.
! “Yes sir! I mean ma’am! I mean-“
! “Stop it.” Her voice cut in, cold and annoyed. The recruit bit his lower lip to stop himself immediately. “Yes or no.”
! “Yes…”
! She sighed, putting her fingers to her temple. There hadn’t been this many problems since she stepped down from the frontlines.
! “Send the Black Wind in to deal with it,” she answered curtly, turning heel. Off schedule already because of all these delays. “Tell him to report back to me afterwards.”
! “Eh…? Sir Mettemine….? But isn’t that overkill for something like th-“
! “Did I ask for your opinion?” Trapped stopped, whirling around to face the poor lackey.
! “N-No ma’am!” he jumped, straightening and trying not to meet her glare.
! “You’re dismissed.” Her tone of voice made it painfully clear that if he wasn’t gone within the next five seconds, there was going to be a hole through his head. The greenhorn ran. Trapped sighed, putting her hand to her forehead to slow the coming headache. Why was she in charge of all this again? After all, shouldn’t the leader deal with these sorts of things?
! Laughter rang out from behind her, one she recognized immediately. Speak of the devil. The second-in-command spun around to meet the leader of the largest mafia organization in this town of sins and lies.
! “Working hard aren’t we?” Mia laughed, patting her on the shoulder. Trapped could feel a vein in her temple throbbing. The “Empress of Ruin”, head of the largest criminal syndicate, was in reality a talented but extremely lazy, carefree, troublemaker who liked to put things off. She glared at her boss.
! “I’m sorry? Working hard? Isn’t that what you should be doing?” she asked in a cutting tone. If anyone else had spoken like that, they would have been dead in a heartbeat. But Trapped was an exception, partially because she was the second in command, but mostly because Mia tended to push everything onto her.
! “Now, now,” Mia continued lightheartedly, “If you keep stressing yourself out like that you’ll get white hairs.” She patted the coppery, sandstone colored tresses as if to prove her point.
! It was all Trapped could do not to explode in frustration.
! “And who exactly is the cause of said stress?” her voice was strained, “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve had two breaches in high level security in the last week alone. That’s inexcusable. I keep telling you not to let the new recruits-“
! “Oh don’t worry about that,” Mia cut in patronizingly, as if talking to a child, “None of that is actually useful you know. It’d be much easier just to keep everything in a list. I don’t know why you go through all the trouble of making those fancy little combinations.”
! Something snapped.
! “It’s because you never take your work seriously!” A jump kick, a crash, a broken wall. Down at the end of the hallway the passing members sighed. The boss’s daily skirmish with the Capo Bastone, the Underboss and second-in-command, had started. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish who really was in charge here.
! Past the hallway, down a flight of stairs, and two left turns later, a seriously shaken and nervous new recruit hesitated outside of a pair of large, ivory lined double doors. He had been sent to get Sir Mettemine….but there were rumors. That the last man to disturb him had disappeared without a trace, or that bloodcurdling screams emanated from his room at night. He raised his hand to knock, then lowered it. If he went back like this, Trapped would kill him anyways. Taking a deep breath and preparing his will in his head, the recruit knocked hard three times.
! Silence.
! He cautiously pushed on the door, which slid inwards effortlessly, unlocked. Peeking his head through the crack, he saw a high rise canopy bed with a large bundle firmly tangled in the middle.
! “Er….Sir Mettemine?” he called out, hesitatingly. The bundle grumbled and rolled. A sweatdrop.
! “Sir, it’s the middle of the day already,” he tried reasoning, but the bundle simply rolled further away.
! Of course, there were the other rumors as well. That the fearsome and deadly Black Wind was…a lazy bed worm who wouldn’t leave the comfort of his room for anything short of Armageddon. Well, it was worth a try.
! “Miss Trapped says there will be consequences if she’s forced to come down here to get you herself.”
! The bundle shot up, hitting a low hanging beam in the process. Mettemine emerged from within layers of tangled blankets, rubbing his head. He was having such a wonderful nap, but conditioning had practically made it an instinct for him to jump out of bed the moment Trapped’s name was mentioned. The reasons were left to the imagination.
! The recruit faltered. Sometimes the antics in this place felt more like a circus than a criminal organization. But then again, the second-in-command wasn’t called a demon for no reason. He took the moment of confusion to tiptoe away from the door and back up the stairs as fast as he could.
! That was an hour ago.
Piratemarimo melted into the shadows behind her target, who was frantically trying to dial a number on the payphone. There wasn’t a single soul besides them out in this torrential rain. She slid her hand over her pistol, instinctively and automatically checking the holster, safety, and dryness to ensure that it would fire. Wet gunpowder was a pain in the ass. There were other ways to kill someone, but it was so much more of a hassle.
! She had her eyes trained so intensely on the figure ahead of her that it was only years of experience that warned her body ahead of time. Almost by instinct, she dived out of the way at the sound of a gunshot. The shattering of glass rang out and her target slumped down to the ground, dead. She whirled, body moving on its own, hand reaching and pulling her gun just as her eyes found the source.
! The moon poked out from a hole in the overcast skies just long enough to illuminate two people, the cold gleam of two gun barrels pointed parallel to each other.
! “Oh? This is a surprise,” Mette said lightly, though in a rather bored tone, as if he wanted to go back to bed, “I thought the Queen’s little Bloodhound would be the first to jump at the chance to impress her mistress.”
! The Silent Death didn’t answer in words. A shot echoed but Mette had already jumped down. Landing on a windowsill with precise timing and balance, he held his hands up, gun still swinging from his left hand.
! “Woah, woah, hey there,” he waved, motioning, “I didn’t come here to pick a fight. My job’s done. I’m just going to go home and get back to bed, kay toots?”
! Piratemarimo shrugged. She hadn’t expected to hit him.
! “Well, my job was to kill that traitor. As long as he’s dead, I don’t care.” She paused for a second and then twirled her gun, letting it fall back into its holster like an acrobatic act. Mette laughed.
! “Ok, then we’re on the same-“ he was cut off as a second bullet pierced the wall right beside his head.
! “Hey, how much was that bounty on your head again?” his adversary teased. He simply glared at her and jumped backwards through the window, which had been left open. The assassin shrugged. Her job was done. Now to go get a warm meal at a fancy restaurant and a new hat.
Ok, bed now. Night~
Support Viz. They DO give you One Piece.
D: Why is the Oda thread closed? Because people can't read from the beginning?
@Al!naJames:
What are you talking about? She has alot of her hair in front, including her trade mark long bang. I'm not a big fan of a hair change for her myself, but she looks more mature and lady-like with that.
Besides, when you squish Manly Mansopp between your breats, no matter what your haircut is, you look excellent.
u don't understand what I mean. I'm not talking about her bang or her strand thats always in front.
I'm talking about her hair that is behind and NEVER comes to the front and this is unaturally. my backhair always finds its way to come up in front to annoy me. should be the same with namis cause it's naturally..
@Al!naJames:
Because Nami always had wavy hair? (it's wavy, not curly, too)
for me the long haired nami is curly.
! http://1.1.1.4/bmi/dl01.mangashare.com/manga/One-Piece/411/007.jpg
look at kalifa. then look at nami. If u would cut kalifas hair, it would look the same.
Hair ist not a thing. It's flowing. of course it's not superstraight but a little wavy….
Am I really discussing natural hairmovings?....
And just to notice it: I NEVER said I hate her new hair. I just said, that I'm not sure. I always thought about her with long hair but I really didn't expected it that Oda would do it XD But now he did and this new hair just changes her appearance a lot I think. I have to get used to it. My only complain is just that it looks not naturally flowing for me. The whole hair in the back is sticking together and is one big thing. THAT'S what I don't like.
"Unicorns can't see into your heart. All our dumb horns can do is glow, point towards the nearest rainbow and play rave music!"
Visit my Etsy Shop: Heart'n'Skull or Tumblr
SKYRIUS YOU MADE ME SOUND SO AWESOME AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BEYOND WORDS FOR IT.
and yes, i love my nickname! Calamity Blaze makes me sound like temperamental but super powerful, which is exactly how i want to be.
Handsome man save me from the monsters.
Avatar credits to rcerione
Sky, whether you work me into the fic or not, i just want a cool-ass badass name too oh PLLLLLEASE with hot nekkid OP cast on top? :3 XD
AAAAND something for everyone down at the Baroque Works Disco Bar, because you guys crack me up and i love you all:
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I'm not allowed to listen to techno when i sit to draw anymore 
:ninja:
Now my butt is going to bed. I reeeeeally hope i am not getting sick, but it feels like it O_O Gooooodnight yalls.
☠ Rum Safeguarder of the Fandom Pirates ☠
AAAAND something for everyone down at the Baroque Works Disco Bar, because you guys crack me up and i love you all:
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darling, that is fabulous on so many levels.
oh dear, i hope you're not falling sick! get well soon!
Okay, here we go. There's too much to quote so I'll say this in general: I'm so jumping on the "huge silly grin" bandwagon while reading the current chapter. Luckily I was alone in my room so no one was there to witness my squeals and overly excited hand movements. A coffeine-addicted ADHD-kid on a pogo stick high on crack, that was me. I knew what was coming, cuz I can't shake off my habit of looking at spoilers and I'm bad for it, but in the end that didn't get in the way of my overwhelming feeling of happiness and love. Oda will always be included right up there with my other favourite authors.
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CaSiNa, for some inexplicable reason, that image disturbs me so much. Go take a nap.
I did go to sleep after that. My head is clear now. (… though even so I find that image hilarious but that's just self-bias)
.. I hate u know.
I will get nightmares from that.
Eheheh, sorry~!
I'm REALLY glad i swallowed my tea before opening that BAHAHAHAHA
I always refrain from drinking anything if I'm opening spoiler tags cuz I almost spit water all over my screen this one time when I saw an extremely cracktastic picture of Crocodile. xD
also while I'm being captain-y I'd like to declare the user Hannyabal as vice-warden and venomous warden as warden
and here are your pics:
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[/hide];_; i'm sorry it took me so long to see those posts…..
I LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU ALL OVER AGAIN. I never got around to say this, but I lovelovelove Hannyabal and Magellan<3
Finally, both Skyrius and Gupsy have more writing talent in their pinky than in the whole being of the likes of friggin' Stephenie Meyer. I never seem to find the time to read all of the crack that's already been born in this thread, but it's fantastic nonetheless. You girls are so much fun.
Sorry Gypsy! I was in a writing mode XP But after this is your part, since I’m out of ideas XD I didn’t plan for much. Anyways, I’ll leave introducing the OP characters to you, since I’m not much good at that :S I’m better at introducing new people. I tried to make the atmosphere a bit less oppressive for this part. Here we go~!
Oh wait, before we do, I wanna make sure everyone likes their nicknames. You know how everyone in the OP universe get kickass nicknames? Like “Dark King” Rayleigh, or “Surgeon of Death” Law, etc. Well, we totally need kickass nicknames in this fic. I mean, come on, where else are we going to get to use them? I just made these up, but if you like them you can keep them. Otherwise just tell me what name you want.
So~
! “Tyrant Queen” Gypsy
“Crimson Diva” Nia
“Silent Death” Piratemarimo
“Poisonous Blossom” Masha
“Angel of Death” Skyrius
“Bloodhound of the Queen” Charmed (Gypsy’s #1 Fangirl XD)
“Black Wind” Mettemine
“Reaper” Meta
“Empress of Ruin” Mia
“Calamity Blaze” Trapped
! That’s it so far, since I wasn’t quite sure how to work in everyone else >___< But I’ll get to those as soon as everyone shows up in the fic. Or you can come up with your own if you don’t like the ones right now.Ok, now for the fic. Even longer than last time XD I ended up researching mafia chains of command. You learn something new everyday. It goes:
Boss (Don, or Capo Famiglia)
Underboss (Capo Bastone)
Advisor (Consigliere) These three make up the Administration, the ruling panel.
Captain (Caporegime)
Etc! Piratemarimo paused for a second, staring out from under the alcove which the entrance to the Midnight Club, one of Gypsy’s many exclusive gigs, was located. The rain hadn’t let up a bit. If anything, it seemed to be getting harsher. A sigh escaped her lips for the second time that evening.
! “I should’ve charged her more. Maybe a fancy restaurant and a date with that Crocodile guy…” she paused and almost giggled, remembering the look of surprise on the rival mafia leader’s face when she had him at a stalemate, pistol at his forehead while all his lackeys aimed at her. Ten to one. She’d had worse odds stacked against her before. But apparently he’d never been in a situation where someone had managed to get past all defenses before. She blew out her breath, watching it freeze in the air, becoming visible. There was a sort of heated appeal to a game of cat and mouse, especially when one wasn’t sure who was which.
! The spy fingered her fedora, lighted atop her obsidian hair, as dark as the cloudy night sky. It would get ruined in this weather.
! “I guess she’ll owe me a new hat as well,” she decided and sprang out into the rain, running with unordinary balance in the slick conditions. The sooner this was over, the better.
–------------
“You’re sure about this?” An exasperated and strained voice floated through the arched hallway. Trapped had just closed the door marking the end of her latest meeting when some new recruit had stumbled in, breathless, babbling about some breach in security. THIS was why she was against using fresh meat as guards to any information at all.
! “Yes sir! I mean ma’am! I mean-“
! “Stop it.” Her voice cut in, cold and annoyed. The recruit bit his lower lip to stop himself immediately. “Yes or no.”
! “Yes…”
! She sighed, putting her fingers to her temple. There hadn’t been this many problems since she stepped down from the frontlines.
! “Send the Black Wind in to deal with it,” she answered curtly, turning heel. Off schedule already because of all these delays. “Tell him to report back to me afterwards.”
! “Eh…? Sir Mettemine….? But isn’t that overkill for something like th-“
! “Did I ask for your opinion?” Trapped stopped, whirling around to face the poor lackey.
! “N-No ma’am!” he jumped, straightening and trying not to meet her glare.
! “You’re dismissed.” Her tone of voice made it painfully clear that if he wasn’t gone within the next five seconds, there was going to be a hole through his head. The greenhorn ran. Trapped sighed, putting her hand to her forehead to slow the coming headache. Why was she in charge of all this again? After all, shouldn’t the leader deal with these sorts of things?
! Laughter rang out from behind her, one she recognized immediately. Speak of the devil. The second-in-command spun around to meet the leader of the largest mafia organization in this town of sins and lies.
! “Working hard aren’t we?” Mia laughed, patting her on the shoulder. Trapped could feel a vein in her temple throbbing. The “Empress of Ruin”, head of the largest criminal syndicate, was in reality a talented but extremely lazy, carefree, troublemaker who liked to put things off. She glared at her boss.
! “I’m sorry? Working hard? Isn’t that what you should be doing?” she asked in a cutting tone. If anyone else had spoken like that, they would have been dead in a heartbeat. But Trapped was an exception, partially because she was the second in command, but mostly because Mia tended to push everything onto her.
! “Now, now,” Mia continued lightheartedly, “If you keep stressing yourself out like that you’ll get white hairs.” She patted the coppery, sandstone colored tresses as if to prove her point.
! It was all Trapped could do not to explode in frustration.
! “And who exactly is the cause of said stress?” her voice was strained, “In case you haven’t noticed, we’ve had two breaches in high level security in the last week alone. That’s inexcusable. I keep telling you not to let the new recruits-“
! “Oh don’t worry about that,” Mia cut in patronizingly, as if talking to a child, “None of that is actually useful you know. It’d be much easier just to keep everything in a list. I don’t know why you go through all the trouble of making those fancy little combinations.”
! Something snapped.
! “It’s because you never take your work seriously!” A jump kick, a crash, a broken wall. Down at the end of the hallway the passing members sighed. The boss’s daily skirmish with the Capo Bastone, the Underboss and second-in-command, had started. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish who really was in charge here.
! Past the hallway, down a flight of stairs, and two left turns later, a seriously shaken and nervous new recruit hesitated outside of a pair of large, ivory lined double doors. He had been sent to get Sir Mettemine….but there were rumors. That the last man to disturb him had disappeared without a trace, or that bloodcurdling screams emanated from his room at night. He raised his hand to knock, then lowered it. If he went back like this, Trapped would kill him anyways. Taking a deep breath and preparing his will in his head, the recruit knocked hard three times.
! Silence.
! He cautiously pushed on the door, which slid inwards effortlessly, unlocked. Peeking his head through the crack, he saw a high rise canopy bed with a large bundle firmly tangled in the middle.
! “Er….Sir Mettemine?” he called out, hesitatingly. The bundle grumbled and rolled. A sweatdrop.
! “Sir, it’s the middle of the day already,” he tried reasoning, but the bundle simply rolled further away.
! Of course, there were the other rumors as well. That the fearsome and deadly Black Wind was…a lazy bed worm who wouldn’t leave the comfort of his room for anything short of Armageddon. Well, it was worth a try.
! “Miss Trapped says there will be consequences if she’s forced to come down here to get you herself.”
! The bundle shot up, hitting a low hanging beam in the process. Mettemine emerged from within layers of tangled blankets, rubbing his head. He was having such a wonderful nap, but conditioning had practically made it an instinct for him to jump out of bed the moment Trapped’s name was mentioned. The reasons were left to the imagination.
! The recruit faltered. Sometimes the antics in this place felt more like a circus than a criminal organization. But then again, the second-in-command wasn’t called a demon for no reason. He took the moment of confusion to tiptoe away from the door and back up the stairs as fast as he could.
! That was an hour ago.
Piratemarimo melted into the shadows behind her target, who was frantically trying to dial a number on the payphone. There wasn’t a single soul besides them out in this torrential rain. She slid her hand over her pistol, instinctively and automatically checking the holster, safety, and dryness to ensure that it would fire. Wet gunpowder was a pain in the ass. There were other ways to kill someone, but it was so much more of a hassle.
! She had her eyes trained so intensely on the figure ahead of her that it was only years of experience that warned her body ahead of time. Almost by instinct, she dived out of the way at the sound of a gunshot. The shattering of glass rang out and her target slumped down to the ground, dead. She whirled, body moving on its own, hand reaching and pulling her gun just as her eyes found the source.
! The moon poked out from a hole in the overcast skies just long enough to illuminate two people, the cold gleam of two gun barrels pointed parallel to each other.
! “Oh? This is a surprise,” Mette said lightly, though in a rather bored tone, as if he wanted to go back to bed, “I thought the Queen’s little Bloodhound would be the first to jump at the chance to impress her mistress.”
! The Silent Death didn’t answer in words. A shot echoed but Mette had already jumped down. Landing on a windowsill with precise timing and balance, he held his hands up, gun still swinging from his left hand.
! “Woah, woah, hey there,” he waved, motioning, “I didn’t come here to pick a fight. My job’s done. I’m just going to go home and get back to bed, kay toots?”
! Piratemarimo shrugged. She hadn’t expected to hit him.
! “Well, my job was to kill that traitor. As long as he’s dead, I don’t care.” She paused for a second and then twirled her gun, letting it fall back into its holster like an acrobatic act. Mette laughed.
! “Ok, then we’re on the same-“ he was cut off as a second bullet pierced the wall right beside his head.
! “Hey, how much was that bounty on your head again?” his adversary teased. He simply glared at her and jumped backwards through the window, which had been left open. The assassin shrugged. Her job was done. Now to go get a warm meal at a fancy restaurant and a new hat.Ok, bed now. Night~
Oh, God, I'm loving my nickname… Sounds beautiful and dangerous at the same time! :wub: giggles And, I've said earlier, I'm in love with this story...
Do you need me to provide some info for my character?))))
