"You humans aren't built for such things. No offense."
"None taken, I imagine you could beat me pretty easily."
"In a swimming race or in a fight."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"You humans aren't built for such things. No offense."
"None taken, I imagine you could beat me pretty easily."
"In a swimming race or in a fight."
"I wouldn't say a fight just yet, but in a swimming race for sure. I was trained in all forms of Haki after all."
He grins "My Haki decent. My Observation is the best, even with no formal training."
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
"Ours are paid enough not to complain, and if they do, they get shipped back to the Marines." She says, shrugging. He is lead past a rowdy table consisting of a party of 10 pirates, most of them being recognizable.
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.
She grumbles something, handing him a menu.
He opens the menu, choosing one of the soups, and an ice water. He then turns to the rest of the people at the table, his clean sheet of a face watching them silently.
The group of rowdy pirates are drinking, laughing, and making a mess. There is one who seems to be a skeleton, and he is playing a jaunty tune on a fiddle.
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*salem btw i replied on lord's rest. the second to last page*
*mkay*
*and before you say it, sorry. I know I'm needy. I don't need another person in my life thinking I'm a hassle. Sorry for pushing, man.*
*clingy people are my jam, little dude. I thrive on being needed.*
*i wish i could hug you, dude.*
*I would let ya, man :3*
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A tall young man enters the Baratie, yellow eyes observing the space inside this massive tavern as walks further in. He wears a loose fitting puffy black shirt and red pants with black boots. A few belts are wrapped around his waist, holding a few pouches and knick knacks. A pair of golden snakes bracelets coil around his lower arms, each head resting on the upper wrist showing off ruby gemstone eyes. Emerging from his upper forehead are two large charred black ram horns the curl up and around, and his ears are sheep-like. On the upper right sleeve of his shirt, the word Zodiac can be seen, followed by a symbol.
*Luffy: Look, it's Merry!*
*XD*
*Ussopp: Where?! crying uncontrollably*
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*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
"Ours are paid enough not to complain, and if they do, they get shipped back to the Marines." She says, shrugging. He is lead past a rowdy table consisting of a party of 10 pirates, most of them being recognizable.
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.
She grumbles something, handing him a menu.
He opens the menu, choosing one of the soups, and an ice water. He then turns to the rest of the people at the table, his clean sheet of a face watching them silently.
The group of rowdy pirates are drinking, laughing, and making a mess. There is one who seems to be a skeleton, and he is playing a jaunty tune on a fiddle.
He raises a brow, and begins to hum a similar tune from what seems to be his own memory as if he's met this skeleton before.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A large man walks into Baratie. They have sunglasses on, a floral patterned shirt and shorts with stingrays on them. Their skin is grey and they have a large fin poking out of their back. Anyone can tell that they’re a fish man, and those more inclined with aquatic animals biology can tell they’re specifically a Mako Shark fish man.
Waiting in line ahead of him is a man of medium stature. He wears a long, flat billed white hat, with 3 anchors and a hand on the front of it; a white suit coat with the cuffs hemmed with light blue and yellow triangles. Curiously, he wears two belts.
The fish man notices the man’s odd attire, but doesn’t do much more than chuckle
The strange man looks behind him, closing a book. He locks eyes with the Mako Shark man, an intense and powerful aura surrounding himself. "Do all mako sharks have a poor taste of humor, or were you dropped into freshwater as a pup?" He says coldy, stuffing a hand into his pocket.
He gives a toothy grin “Not my fault you look goofy man. I don’t judge though.”
"And your people complain about culture differences.." He says, opening his book again.
He keeps grinning “Think that makes up for the oppression, slavery and genocide? I don’t got any issues with humans, but don’t pretend like you aren’t in the wrong.”
"Those who hold those ideals don't last long in our world. I myself have no connections with such filth as those who hate your entire race. Jotaro Kujo, marine biologist." As he speaks those last four words, he appears beside the Mako man in an instant, is if no time had passed.
*Seriously dude? It’s your thread, but Jotaro is an odd choice*
“Moby Shizuku.”
*Why are you always so critical of me? This thread is to have fun with a lighthearted theme.*
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A man with a large pack on his back strides in, making almost no sounds of his footfall. Two katanas are visible on his waist, as is a wakizashi. Upon being told he needs to put his weapons in a separate room, he sighs, and drops them in the hands of the closest server.
"Go put those somewhere, will you?"
He fishes around in his pack some more, dropping many, many more weapons into the poor server's hands. He puts the pack back on and "dismisses" the server. He walks up to the desk, rudely cutting in front of the people in line.
"I'd like a table and some drinks, please."
The current host, a larger anthro fox in a maroon suit, watches with slight disgust at the man's actions, giving him all the more delight when he's able to deny the request.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I can't seat you, not unless you have a reservation." His tone suggests he is not sorry, rather, enjoying the taste of the words 'i can't seat you.'
The man simply stares. First at the massive amount of empty tables, then at the ten people in line behind him, then back at the anthro fox man.
<Btw, I'm going by the 100 berries = 0.93 dollars conversion>
"...Huh. Would 15,000 berries work?"
He snarls slightly, grumbling under his breath. He regains his composure, gripping the end of the podium.
"Ahh, yes, I apologize sir. Follow me"
He begins to lead the man to a nicer, single seating table. It is set astray from most tables that seat two or more.
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*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
"Ours are paid enough not to complain, and if they do, they get shipped back to the Marines." She says, shrugging. He is lead past a rowdy table consisting of a party of 10 pirates, most of them being recognizable.
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.
She grumbles something, handing him a menu.
He opens the menu, choosing one of the soups, and an ice water. He then turns to the rest of the people at the table, his clean sheet of a face watching them silently.
The group of rowdy pirates are drinking, laughing, and making a mess. There is one who seems to be a skeleton, and he is playing a jaunty tune on a fiddle.
He raises a brow, and begins to hum a similar tune from what seems to be his own memory as if he's met this skeleton before.
*Oh my goodness I have the perfect character for this. Anyone from Button’s Best would know.*
A man in a suit walks into the place. Man isn’t really the right words though, a fabulous looking, muscular robot. Silverfoot is written on the side of the breast of his suit, the suit a light red velvet color. Steampunk like contraptions on his body release steam. His hands in his pockets as he lights a cigarette for himself, his liquid face making a mouth for him to smoke with.
*He’s basically just Sanji but a robot.*
The host, a younger woman who barely rises over the podium she waits at, smiles at the 'man'. "How can I help you?"
He smiles at her and bows, his voice smoother than silk could ever dream to be “Hello beautiful. Your presence is more than I could ever wish for.”
"Ahhh, flattery wont get you a table, Sir." She is stone cold, almost like a certain archeologist
He smiles even wider “Oh but of course, that is an outcome I should have expected. One table if you would kindly provide.” He raises from his bow and snuffs out his cigarette with tact.
"Well, today isnt very busy.." She looks down at her guest book.. "follow me, sir."
He puts his hands in his pockets and follows after the woman with little issue, “I’m quite the cook, if yours want to take a little break.”
"Ours are paid enough not to complain, and if they do, they get shipped back to the Marines." She says, shrugging. He is lead past a rowdy table consisting of a party of 10 pirates, most of them being recognizable.
He sits at the table, ignoring the pirates almost entirely. He lights another cigarette and drinks from his flask, before realizing it’s probably not allowed and concealing it in his suit.
She grumbles something, handing him a menu.
He opens the menu, choosing one of the soups, and an ice water. He then turns to the rest of the people at the table, his clean sheet of a face watching them silently.
The group of rowdy pirates are drinking, laughing, and making a mess. There is one who seems to be a skeleton, and he is playing a jaunty tune on a fiddle.
He raises a brow, and begins to hum a similar tune from what seems to be his own memory as if he's met this skeleton before.
The group is too loud to hear his humming, but it matches almost exactly what is being played on the violin.
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The group is too loud to hear his humming, but it matches almost exactly what is being played on the violin.
He moves closer to the violin player, ignoring the rest of the group entirely, tapping on the table to the tune.
The man slowly turns to the robot, a big smile on his face. He plays expertly, even while talking. "Hello, good sir, come to join the party?"
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The group is too loud to hear his humming, but it matches almost exactly what is being played on the violin.
He moves closer to the violin player, ignoring the rest of the group entirely, tapping on the table to the tune.
The man slowly turns to the robot, a big smile on his face. He plays expertly, even while talking. "Hello, good sir, come to join the party?"
His face turns to a smile of liquid metal, he offers them a cigarette "Join the party? The party follows wherever I go my friend. Where did you learn that song?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A guy wearing a two-toned black and white bearskin jacket, over grey trousers and a tunic enters. His hair is equally split colour wise and ruffled into a rugged style, but his eyes are an amethyst purple; the only splash of colour in his otherwise monochrome appearance. He patiently gets in line at the door and waits to be seated.
The group is too loud to hear his humming, but it matches almost exactly what is being played on the violin.
He moves closer to the violin player, ignoring the rest of the group entirely, tapping on the table to the tune.
The man slowly turns to the robot, a big smile on his face. He plays expertly, even while talking. "Hello, good sir, come to join the party?"
His face turns to a smile of liquid metal, he offers them a cigarette "Join the party? The party follows wherever I go my friend. Where did you learn that song?"
"Its an old shanty I played for my crew over 50 years ago."
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"None taken, I imagine you could beat me pretty easily."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The red haired pirate waits for the hostess to speak to him, silently observing the restaurant and it's current patrons.
"In a swimming race or in a fight."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"I wouldn't say a fight just yet, but in a swimming race for sure. I was trained in all forms of Haki after all."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He grins "My Haki decent. My Observation is the best, even with no formal training."
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*I kind of wanna play an undead character of some sort, but I feel like that might go against the canon after browsing the wiki a bit.*
*Also, I like the Mochi Mochi no Mi fruit. It seems pretty cool.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I saw you practicing fishman karate. I hear that it is incredibly powerful against devil fruit users." He says, wiping his forehead.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The group of rowdy pirates are drinking, laughing, and making a mess. There is one who seems to be a skeleton, and he is playing a jaunty tune on a fiddle.
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*I would let ya, man :3*
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*Ussopp: Where?! crying uncontrollably*
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He raises a brow, and begins to hum a similar tune from what seems to be his own memory as if he's met this skeleton before.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Why are you always so critical of me? This thread is to have fun with a lighthearted theme.*
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He snarls slightly, grumbling under his breath. He regains his composure, gripping the end of the podium.
"Ahh, yes, I apologize sir. Follow me"
He begins to lead the man to a nicer, single seating table. It is set astray from most tables that seat two or more.
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2-13-25
*I don't think he's being critical, but Jotaro really is an odd choice man. Nothing against it, Jotaro does love the sea.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The group is too loud to hear his humming, but it matches almost exactly what is being played on the violin.
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2-13-25
He moves closer to the violin player, ignoring the rest of the group entirely, tapping on the table to the tune.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The man slowly turns to the robot, a big smile on his face. He plays expertly, even while talking. "Hello, good sir, come to join the party?"
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2-13-25
His face turns to a smile of liquid metal, he offers them a cigarette "Join the party? The party follows wherever I go my friend. Where did you learn that song?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A guy wearing a two-toned black and white bearskin jacket, over grey trousers and a tunic enters. His hair is equally split colour wise and ruffled into a rugged style, but his eyes are an amethyst purple; the only splash of colour in his otherwise monochrome appearance. He patiently gets in line at the door and waits to be seated.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
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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!
"Its an old shanty I played for my crew over 50 years ago."
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