The gondola is fairly long and carved out of a single trunk of wood. At the bow of the gondola is a satchel with a few supplies sticking out, like drink, food and clothing, whilst in the middle, holding an oar, is a Taiwanese woman with short black hair in a bob, held back with a green patterned sash, cat-like eyes, a tatooed lip, and simple floaty clothes in light reds and cream colours. Behind her, an imposing blue Close Range, muscular Stand is behind her, with bottles for it's forearms. One of them is smoking with the bizarre mist that's covering the sea, whilst the other is inhaling dregs of seawater into it like a funnel. The woman doesn't notice Ricardo board and continues to paddle. As he gets out of the water and stealthily crouches down at the back of the long vessel, he notices that he can't see the Green Dolphin on the horizon anymore. It's not like the mist has swallowed it up, it's just like it's disappeared into the waves. Still, the woman continues to paddle in the direction of where it was.
The gondola is fairly long and carved out of a single trunk of wood. At the bow of the gondola is a satchel with a few supplies sticking out, like drink, food and clothing, whilst in the middle, holding an oar, is a Taiwanese woman with short black hair in a bob, held back with a green patterned sash, cat-like eyes, a tatooed lip, and simple floaty clothes in light reds and cream colours. Behind her, an imposing blue Close Range, muscular Stand is behind her, with bottles for it's forearms. One of them is smoking with the bizarre mist that's covering the sea, whilst the other is inhaling dregs of seawater into it like a funnel. The woman doesn't notice Ricardo board and continues to paddle. As he gets out of the water and stealthily crouches down at the back of the long vessel, he notices that he can't see the Green Dolphin on the horizon anymore. It's not like the mist has swallowed it up, it's just like it's disappeared into the waves. Still, the woman continues to paddle in the direction of where it was.
He stealthily begins to move towards the woman, taking slow steps as to not be noticed, the remaining water on his body dripping to the deck as he moves. When he gets close enough to grab her he summons Passing Through just in case anything ends up going wrong, hoping to end this quickly. Once he is behind her, he slowly wraps his bulging muscular arms around her head and whispers into her ear, speaking slowly and quietly “Turn off your stand, or I shatter your neck.” He says it in a calm voice, seemingly trying to warn her rather than threaten. Grapple:23 Intimidation:7
The gondola is fairly long and carved out of a single trunk of wood. At the bow of the gondola is a satchel with a few supplies sticking out, like drink, food and clothing, whilst in the middle, holding an oar, is a Taiwanese woman with short black hair in a bob, held back with a green patterned sash, cat-like eyes, a tatooed lip, and simple floaty clothes in light reds and cream colours. Behind her, an imposing blue Close Range, muscular Stand is behind her, with bottles for it's forearms. One of them is smoking with the bizarre mist that's covering the sea, whilst the other is inhaling dregs of seawater into it like a funnel. The woman doesn't notice Ricardo board and continues to paddle. As he gets out of the water and stealthily crouches down at the back of the long vessel, he notices that he can't see the Green Dolphin on the horizon anymore. It's not like the mist has swallowed it up, it's just like it's disappeared into the waves. Still, the woman continues to paddle in the direction of where it was.
He stealthily begins to move towards the woman, taking slow steps as to not be noticed, the remaining water on his body dripping to the deck as he moves. When he gets close enough to grab her he summons Passing Through just in case anything ends up going wrong, hoping to end this quickly. Once he is behind her, he slowly wraps his bulging muscular arms around her head and whispers into her ear, speaking slowly and quietly “Turn off your stand, or I shatter your neck.” He says it in a calm voice, seemingly trying to warn her rather than threaten. Grapple:21 Intimidation:20
The woman gives a faint cry as she's restrained but then says calmly 'There's no use unless you want to wait around for the mist to disappear. I don't control the shrinking mist, merely create it, and whilst it's here the boat which your crew is on will stay tiny. But, I can stop making more. See?' The Stand behind her fades away, and the mist slowly starts to thin, although there is no sign of the ship yet.
The gondola is fairly long and carved out of a single trunk of wood. At the bow of the gondola is a satchel with a few supplies sticking out, like drink, food and clothing, whilst in the middle, holding an oar, is a Taiwanese woman with short black hair in a bob, held back with a green patterned sash, cat-like eyes, a tatooed lip, and simple floaty clothes in light reds and cream colours. Behind her, an imposing blue Close Range, muscular Stand is behind her, with bottles for it's forearms. One of them is smoking with the bizarre mist that's covering the sea, whilst the other is inhaling dregs of seawater into it like a funnel. The woman doesn't notice Ricardo board and continues to paddle. As he gets out of the water and stealthily crouches down at the back of the long vessel, he notices that he can't see the Green Dolphin on the horizon anymore. It's not like the mist has swallowed it up, it's just like it's disappeared into the waves. Still, the woman continues to paddle in the direction of where it was.
He stealthily begins to move towards the woman, taking slow steps as to not be noticed, the remaining water on his body dripping to the deck as he moves. When he gets close enough to grab her he summons Passing Through just in case anything ends up going wrong, hoping to end this quickly. Once he is behind her, he slowly wraps his bulging muscular arms around her head and whispers into her ear, speaking slowly and quietly “Turn off your stand, or I shatter your neck.” He says it in a calm voice, seemingly trying to warn her rather than threaten. Grapple:21 Intimidation:20
The woman gives a faint cry as she's restrained but then says calmly 'There's no use unless you want to wait around for the mist to disappear. I don't control the shrinking mist, merely create it, and whilst it's here the boat which your crew is on will stay tiny. But, I can stop making more. See?' The Stand behind her fades away, and the mist slowly starts to thin, although there is no sign of the ship yet.
He loosens his grip but doesn’t let her go “What do you mean ‘stay tiny’? What did you do to my ship and my crew?” He says, his voice slowly getting less calm as he doesn’t see the ship or anyone at all.
She starts to cackle and says 'My Hello Marina makes a fog that shrinks boats and only boats, along with everything on or aboard it. This gondola doesn't count for whatever reason, but all other vessels will shrink to just smaller than a cork when they enter the mist. I can then inhale and absorb them in Hello Marina's right arm, then extort my prisoners for treasure, or just keep them as my little pets.' She continues to laugh maniacally, still restrained by you.
Meanwhile, on the Green Dolphin, the crew and ship has reached the minimal size. A single wave is like a mountain, and the ship is seriously starting to rock. Jollini calls out to the crew, who is fairly panicked and getting knocked about and soaked, saying over the storm, 'Keep calm folks! Ricardo should be able to find the user and take them out! It doesn't look like we're getting any smaller, so hang in there!'
Meanwhile, on the Green Dolphin, the crew and ship has reached the minimal size. A single wave is like a mountain, and the ship is seriously starting to rock. Jollini calls out to the crew, who is fairly panicked and getting knocked about and soaked, saying over the storm, 'Keep calm folks! Ricardo should be able to find the user and take them out! It doesn't look like we're getting any smaller, so hang in there!'
“I’m not waiting around!” Parmen yells, diving off the side deck and beginning to swim to the gondola, sickle ready.
*i’m hoping this fight doesn’t end with us just beating up the user. it would be cool if she actually manages to put us in a bottle and we have to get out.*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Meanwhile, on the Green Dolphin, the crew and ship has reached the minimal size. A single wave is like a mountain, and the ship is seriously starting to rock. Jollini calls out to the crew, who is fairly panicked and getting knocked about and soaked, saying over the storm, 'Keep calm folks! Ricardo should be able to find the user and take them out! It doesn't look like we're getting any smaller, so hang in there!'
“I’m not waiting around!” Parmen yells, diving off the side deck and beginning to swim to the gondola, sickle ready.
*i’m hoping this fight doesn’t end with us just beating up the user. it would be cool if she actually manages to put us in a bottle and we have to get out.*
[Yeah that's my hope for this, it would be dead boring just to beat her up and it leaves out half her Stand. Plus, idk if they're still wanting to play, but that's where I was hoping to introduce Baezel's character. Not sure how we're getting out though lmao]
(Hmm. I THINK I GOT IT! BEHOLD MY MASTERPIECE!) Name: Aimé "Crustacé" Alexandre Appearance: Simple clothes that resemble that of a Aristocrat, though he actually stole them to make himself look wealthier, he has Slicked back silver hair with a Green Ear piercing in both of his ears. Stand: March of the Crabs, a Colony Stand where thousands (exaggeration) of crabs follow the user and perform mundane tasks for them, though a single crab will do abut the same amount of damage a Regular crab will do, its when they combine and work together does the stand really shine. Once they work together the stand will evolve into a Close-Combat stand capable of performing powerful snaps with its claws and Blunt force blows as well. Backstory: A 23 year old Frenchmen who had abandoned his old way of Life, fishing for Crab, for that of Adventure! Though recently he's been doing some pickpocketing and hopping from Crew to Crew in order to barely make it by. Trust me when I say don't ask if he had done anything for the Royal Navy...He- uh, Took bootlicking to a whole new level. (Shigechi + Polnereff = This guy!)
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She starts to cackle and says 'My Hello Marina makes a fog that shrinks boats and only boats, along with everything on or aboard it. This gondola doesn't count for whatever reason, but all other vessels will shrink to just smaller than a cork when they enter the mist. I can then inhale and absorb them in Hello Marina's right arm, then extort my prisoners for treasure, or just keep them as my little pets.' She continues to laugh maniacally, still restrained by you.
He begins to tighten his grip, his muscles beginning to strangle the woman as he starts breathing heavily, his teeth clinched “I don’t like fighting women, but you wanted to mess with me and my crew. My friends aren’t going to be some kind of pets of yours. Let them go, or die.” He rests one hand on her head and holds his turn, if she does anything rash he will snap her neck.
Jollini coughs and says 'I...I think I see something....gosh this storm is getting bad!'
On the horizon, a gondola approaches, a figure standing atop it, rowing with an oar through the mist.
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The blue sickle appears over Parmen’s arm. “Well then why don’t we have a pleasant plática with our friend here?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*What does Ricardo see underwater? Or does he see anything at all? Take your time if you’re busy.*
[I don't think he would see anything other than some very large fish. The Stand User and Stand is above water so yeah]
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*Is there another boat in the water with the stand user on it?€
[Yeah here]
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Ricardo imerges from the water and tries to stealthily climb into the gondola, water dripping off of his body. Stealth:19
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The gondola is fairly long and carved out of a single trunk of wood. At the bow of the gondola is a satchel with a few supplies sticking out, like drink, food and clothing, whilst in the middle, holding an oar, is a Taiwanese woman with short black hair in a bob, held back with a green patterned sash, cat-like eyes, a tatooed lip, and simple floaty clothes in light reds and cream colours. Behind her, an imposing blue Close Range, muscular Stand is behind her, with bottles for it's forearms. One of them is smoking with the bizarre mist that's covering the sea, whilst the other is inhaling dregs of seawater into it like a funnel. The woman doesn't notice Ricardo board and continues to paddle. As he gets out of the water and stealthily crouches down at the back of the long vessel, he notices that he can't see the Green Dolphin on the horizon anymore. It's not like the mist has swallowed it up, it's just like it's disappeared into the waves. Still, the woman continues to paddle in the direction of where it was.
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
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He stealthily begins to move towards the woman, taking slow steps as to not be noticed, the remaining water on his body dripping to the deck as he moves. When he gets close enough to grab her he summons Passing Through just in case anything ends up going wrong, hoping to end this quickly. Once he is behind her, he slowly wraps his bulging muscular arms around her head and whispers into her ear, speaking slowly and quietly “Turn off your stand, or I shatter your neck.” He says it in a calm voice, seemingly trying to warn her rather than threaten. Grapple:23 Intimidation:7
*Boink.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
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The woman gives a faint cry as she's restrained but then says calmly 'There's no use unless you want to wait around for the mist to disappear. I don't control the shrinking mist, merely create it, and whilst it's here the boat which your crew is on will stay tiny. But, I can stop making more. See?' The Stand behind her fades away, and the mist slowly starts to thin, although there is no sign of the ship yet.
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He loosens his grip but doesn’t let her go “What do you mean ‘stay tiny’? What did you do to my ship and my crew?” He says, his voice slowly getting less calm as he doesn’t see the ship or anyone at all.
She starts to cackle and says 'My Hello Marina makes a fog that shrinks boats and only boats, along with everything on or aboard it. This gondola doesn't count for whatever reason, but all other vessels will shrink to just smaller than a cork when they enter the mist. I can then inhale and absorb them in Hello Marina's right arm, then extort my prisoners for treasure, or just keep them as my little pets.' She continues to laugh maniacally, still restrained by you.
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
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Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
Meanwhile, on the Green Dolphin, the crew and ship has reached the minimal size. A single wave is like a mountain, and the ship is seriously starting to rock. Jollini calls out to the crew, who is fairly panicked and getting knocked about and soaked, saying over the storm, 'Keep calm folks! Ricardo should be able to find the user and take them out! It doesn't look like we're getting any smaller, so hang in there!'
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
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“I’m not waiting around!” Parmen yells, diving off the side deck and beginning to swim to the gondola, sickle ready.
*i’m hoping this fight doesn’t end with us just beating up the user. it would be cool if she actually manages to put us in a bottle and we have to get out.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
[Yeah that's my hope for this, it would be dead boring just to beat her up and it leaves out half her Stand. Plus, idk if they're still wanting to play, but that's where I was hoping to introduce Baezel's character. Not sure how we're getting out though lmao]
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(Hmm. I THINK I GOT IT! BEHOLD MY MASTERPIECE!)
Name: Aimé "Crustacé" Alexandre
Appearance: Simple clothes that resemble that of a Aristocrat, though he actually stole them to make himself look wealthier, he has Slicked back silver hair with a Green Ear piercing in both of his ears.
Stand: March of the Crabs, a Colony Stand where thousands (exaggeration) of crabs follow the user and perform mundane tasks for them, though a single crab will do abut the same amount of damage a Regular crab will do, its when they combine and work together does the stand really shine. Once they work together the stand will evolve into a Close-Combat stand capable of performing powerful snaps with its claws and Blunt force blows as well.
Backstory: A 23 year old Frenchmen who had abandoned his old way of Life, fishing for Crab, for that of Adventure! Though recently he's been doing some pickpocketing and hopping from Crew to Crew in order to barely make it by. Trust me when I say don't ask if he had done anything for the Royal Navy...He- uh, Took bootlicking to a whole new level.
(Shigechi + Polnereff = This guy!)
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[Oh that's such a great character! When we go into Hello Marina, we can introduce them in there like we were planning with Baezal's character!]
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Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
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(Well thank you!)
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He begins to tighten his grip, his muscles beginning to strangle the woman as he starts breathing heavily, his teeth clinched “I don’t like fighting women, but you wanted to mess with me and my crew. My friends aren’t going to be some kind of pets of yours. Let them go, or die.” He rests one hand on her head and holds his turn, if she does anything rash he will snap her neck.