hey did yall miss me? here’s another kakashi au! demon slayer kakashi! he’s electrifying ;)
This is beautiful I must create this cosplay!!
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hey did yall miss me? here’s another kakashi au! demon slayer kakashi! he’s electrifying ;)
This is beautiful I must create this cosplay!!
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Bravo set with a smirk upon her lips as she passed the needle back through double stitching her sails to hang sideways for the sake of speed. Studying the ships design of the newest century she realized since her precious had been through so much and would require speed and durability over everything.
Her men rushed about her going about their day she continued sewing with a smile upon her lips as the sun passed over head with the hours of the day. Humming a soft tune, the Captain laughed holding up, what was but a corner, to inspect her red hues moving to the sails now flapping in the wind above her head, deep in thought.
It had taken so much to buy the fabrics she needed and when she did Bravo had grown even more excited; the colors had simply spoken to her.
Hands continued their work, cut up and scarred, were now wrapped in Band-Aids and gauze having been scarred from the actual wood work. The loose pieces of wood left were stacked neatly but she worried it would weight them down with the other supplies needed. She'd sell all but a emergency ration when they anchored so not to have to spend so much. It was her intention to find a town in hopes to trade for the floorboards and nails needed, alongside durable paint.
Her thoughts were interrupted by an elder voice of concern, the woman stabbing her thumb with the needle in distraction glancing up to address the voice, her brow twitching a bit. She glared shoving the now bleeding finger into her mouth in reaction her features changing to those of a dangerous scowl. Pulling the finger her mouth bravo sighed hearing the advisement come to stretch her legs and eat.
Standing to address her first mate, Rocks decided the advice to break was actually a very good idea. She could feel her stomach in her back at this point and was in dire need of a strong drink.
"Fine, but we are still gonna have to come up with a way to carry all of this in for trade when we get there and........."
She paused moving to the edge to inspect the small glisten reflecting back from across the blue sea. The sun was catching something that drew her attention as she leaned over the rail. Silence cast over the crew before the quick reflection happened again the woman jumping back. Giving a quick glance to the crows nest she watched carefully holding her breath before the shouting could be heard, Bravo facepalming.
"Ey, Captain there are sails out there and red seems to be the theme. Intercept course possible and decent sails.
That was it her confirmation and upon a quick glance down towards the cannons she at heart desired to wait and put up a fight. She however, was no fool and knew they had no ability to move properly for a fight meaning even while injured and exhausted she'd had to defend and that was simply not how the Captain imagined spending her night. The issue the captain was steadily trying to address on their little venture away from the cove.
"Oh, No, No, NO!"
The captain screamed glancing back to her years of hard work. Raven loose strands danced about in the wind as the woman untied her layered kimono from her thighs, pulling her fan from her waist in a dart. She still had the wind at her command and out at sea there was plenty at her disposal. Regrets poured into her heart as tied her hair up in case she'd have to fight alone leaving the rest to evade any attacks on their vessel. She thought to try to use the element to push them back but such a thing would give away their position if unnoticed. Fleeing was their only option, the Captain grinding her teeth a bit deciding to give the order.
"I shouldn't have brought the Reaper out so soon. As much faith as I have in you guys we're truly in no condition for a battle upon the seas. Round 'bout, we do have a good distance and I barely noticed them perhaps they are also oblivious to our presence. Map a course to the closest spot to hide in until I can come up with a better plan. In all honesty, here in the grand-line we are setting ducks in this condition."
Turning on her heel she with haste began to roll the the sails clearing the floor so she would not loose them. Feet dug against the blacked wood as she with a shoulder pressed tried to shut the door she had shoved them into.
Bravo was in no mood for a fight of any type especially if her father's sails were recognized, their own were not yet ready. Grudges could be held against the their sails and she would address them all when they were ready, and not a moment sooner. She had finished their jolly roger but she had intended to buy the means for a feast and present it to her crew that evening in celebration.
bravo-d-rocks:
As they came into port the sound of chains could be heard as the ship dropped an anchor to prove they were not going anywhere any time soon.
There were always those who did not believe in ghost stories and she could not help but find herself amused. The fog parted moving behind the speedy approach of the other and Bravo could not help but smile awaiting her to call their bluff. Sharp red hues eyed the woman and her bold approach with a mind to commend her on the courage it took to approach.
A ghost ship was not to be trifled with but this was simply too much. Never would she have imagined that Pirates so well known for bounties and plunders would quake so easily without inspection. It couldn’t be helped all the same. Not only did the ship carry Rock’s sails and the eerie approach was a bit of overkill but what better way to make her stance in the world?
Drawing her fan from her sleeve she while cloaked in fog simply raised it popping it open with a snap. Infusing Haki into the fan she drew her best attack for such a loud mouth. Her right hand followed her left hand that held the fan. The black lightening that surfaced lit up much like a lantern in the night.
The woman working hard to keep enough control so not to overdo what could be a rather eventful night. That yelling though! It wasn’t classy in the least and very offensive in such a perfect setting. It was to a point it was ruining her first impression and the daughter of Xebec would have none of that.
As gracefully as a butterfly her feet lifted from the ground her silk layers whipping about her as she rose from the wood aided by her own ability. With each swipe she prepared both her defense and offense in the same swing opting for the offense for now. Plump lips tugged into a smile before she with all her force let out a burst of haki infused air to throw the other off the grim reaper. How dare she approach them so boldly with little regard to a curse even if fictional.
Now that she had everybody’s attention she was tempted to reveal her true intent but instead decided to milk the show for all it was worth. The mask she kept in place concealed her true beauty from all until she was ready to speak. The force of the wind pushed out across the deck in a single swipe and the woman could not help herself in a bit of laughter.
Raven locks danced about behind her as she took her approach from the mast for the sake of control. The fog moved about with the current of her pull but even then, she had not given a deadly blow. Bringing the fan back closed she inspected the deck for any signs of approach. Red hues carefully skimming the area certain that either she had missed or the other was simply too fast for her half assed attack. For the sake of showmanship she leapt from the lookout landing as gracefully as a leaf on the deck, the layers of silk falling about her in elegant display. Rising she posed popping the fan back open in case she needed it once more. Tilting her wrist she dropped the fan a bit to taunt.
.ೃ࿐“Who dares board the ship of Xebec, don’t you have any sense of showmanship? You ruined the best approach of the century and you should now be ashamed of yourself. Perhaps, I shall change my objective for a stage set for execution. I am Bravo D. Rocks.”.ೃ࿐
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She didn’t get an answer, so Harmony does what she probably shouldn’t have done: Climb on the ship and look for its inhabitants. “Hello? I know someone is here!” She calls while taking in the stillness in the air. The mist hangs around her on the deck with the glow of lanterns just barely burning through it. Uncertainty fills her heart with every step she takes on creaking wood. “Hello?” Harmony stops and looks around, still finding no one. Then, she hears something. A gust of wind quickly approaching from an angle, but that did little to warn the woman of an incoming attack.
“Whoa!”
Harmony feels a powerful gust shove her backwards. A hand dives for a rope, anchoring herself on deck. Dark hair whips about behind her from the force of the haki with feet skidding to a stop on the deck. Her eyes open when the wind blows past her. “What in the-“ Silver eyes widen when another attacks barrels down in her direction. She quickly darts to the side, just barely missing it. She is not exactly the most agile as her strength and endurance are far better, but she manages to get away from the surprise attacks, stopping when a taller woman leaps from above and lands on both her feet without trouble. Unbelievable, she looks like she didn’t even break at sweat!
Oh boy… Harmony thought, and she takes in a deep breath. She must stay calm. No need to get emotional and lash out. Moments like that are incredibly rare, but when it happens, it never ends well. Fingers smooth her hair to calm the flyaways from the wind attacks as she crosses the deck. The audience watches from afar as the scene plays out before them.
“Ma’am, I’m here to do my job.” Harmony answers with her arms crossed over her chest. She approaches the taller woman, silver locked with those scarlet hues before her. “Miss Rocks, is it? Okay, I’m here to make sure things run smoothly with this festival, and you came from nowhere! I simply want to know who you are and if you have an invitation. I don’t want any trouble.” Harmony is unnerved by the other’s intimidating presence, but she does her best not to show it. She never heard the name of Bravo D. Rocks before, but there’s something about her surname and another name that got her attention.
Then, something comes to Harmony’s mind. Something locked in the depths of her memories. It was something she didn’t remember until Bravo
“Xebec…” Harmony repeats the name, “Xebec. Hold on here, I think I know that name,” Though it was from stories told to her since she was a child. But it seems so long ago now. Perhaps he was a pirate, but not just any pirate.
Meanwhile, everyone remained on the island. Some have placed bets on who would win this impromptu show. Needless to say more berries were betted on the taller woman donning silks would be the victor. Others stood by, investigating the mysterious visitor from a distance.
“Hey, Steele! Can you see what that ship is?” A pirate nudges his a member of his crew by the hip, a giant squinting his dark eyes as he tries to make out the ship. “Not yet! But I think the fog is thinn’ a wee bit here. I…I think I can see the sails.” Steele answers as he takes in the details of the mysterious ship.
“Huh…The sails are kind of interesting. See, it spells out something.”
More people crowded around Steele as other also looked out to see if they can see the ship.
“R…C..K…S…Hm, I’m not sure what that is, but there’s a jolly roger at the center. Wonder what that means!” The giant adds, but everyone stared at him in horror. A man sits at a table with mounds of berries serving as the betting pool looks toward the ship, just like the others who stood around the table placing bets. “Did I hear her right?” He mutters before swallowing hard. “D-did the masked lady say what I think she said?” The entire town fell silent. Anyone could mistake the scene as a haunting graveyard instead of a pirate festival. Everyone stares at the ship, noticing the sails and their blood ran cold. It’s not a ghost ship.
It’s worse. It’s much worse.
“By the gods!” One pirate gasps as he shakes his head, eyes and mouth wide in pure terror. An older pirate screams on top of his lungs, earning the attention from the hundreds watching the ghostly ship. Yes, some are now starting to remember the rogers upon the massive sails. It was a time when a pirate hellbent of ruling the world terrorized the seas. It was a dark, dark time that many wish to not remember.
“IT’S THE ROCKS PIRATES! HE’S BACK! ROCKS D. XEBEC IS BACK! HE’S BACK FROM THE DEAD!”
At that moment, the crowd lost it.
“He’s here to kill us all!” A female pirate screams with her hands clapped over the sides of her head. “We’re cursed! WE’RE ALL CURSED!” Everyone started shouting, cursing, and screaming.
“IT’S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!”
“RUUUUUN!”
Chaos ensued.
Screaming. So much screaming shatters the silence and the crowd moving in waves in different directions as everyone ran in sheer terror. Some of the toughest, most bloodthirsty pirates were in tears, literal tears. Some had the misfortune of running against each other.
Harmony pauses and jerks her head over her shoulder. “Oh…Oh, no…” She mutters while watching what was once a merry time transform into a night of terror.
Harmony turns around, looking at the large sails.
“That explains things.” Dark brows knit together in pure annoyance as her sight returns to the taller woman. “Well, you made quite the impression already. Everyone is in hysterics.” She jumps back with a hand over her heart when she hears explosions. She turns away from Bravo once more to see everything fall apart in her eyes. Flames rise with a plume of smoke from one, then two, and three explosions at different locations on the village. A large pole that stood proudly above the island topples over, pulling down the multi-colored flags suspended by wire and connected to smaller posts. More screaming followed with a few running to the beach or jumping into the black ocean while a siren blares into the night.
“Heavens almighty…” A hand raises and fingers pinches the bridge of her nose. Her free hand rests on her hip as she stands in silence.
She knew this festival would be crazy, but this is beyond what she expected. Perhaps she shouldn’t have taken this job when the festival’s organizers offered it. A gathering of pirates, some of them being superstitious, others reckless, and many of them in various levels of intoxication, is sure to cause pure insanity.
“Are you proud of yourself?”
Oh, why is Harmony asking? She is certain of what Bravo’s answer could be.
Bravo was prepared to answer to the woman still lingering about on the Grim Reaper. She was content to just end her and toss her lifeless body over the deck and find a good drink at this point. The silence now captured she assumed was because of their brief disagreement. When she finally heard the voice call out once more the females features twisted up with a snarl. Was she mocking her, that was a good way to end up in the land of the dead.
She had ruined her entrance and now in her true form she was going to have to work hard to fend off her vessel. Either way, she kinda hoped things would go like this in one way or another and she ignored her crew who set back with whines to watch patiently awaiting her orders. The last time a member of her crew made a move before she was ready she quickly ended up with one less crewmember.
A Good Book!!
Bravo was thankful to stretch her legs a bit while her crew shopped for supplies. Her first order of business was to find some good sake and book to add to her collection.
The woman strode her painted cherry lips tugged into a soft smile as the sun beamed bright. The shadow of her father's ship behind her casting a small relief for the self ordained princess. Her deep red hues glared out in innocent detail taking in her surroundings. Her timed steps was careful not to move the fabrics about as the silks in detail before sending her crew out. Deep red hues peered out as her raven locks whipped about in the wind loose and untied in day of rest.
"Now you behave yourself Grim Reaper and I will see to it the boys don't tear this island up this time.
Her heart for the vessel was to the point she even recognized the vessel as a part of her family. From the moment she had began salvaging and repairing him she grew rather attached and was rarely off the ship.
Bravo simply adored fall and the smells that came with the season of change. The layers of printed silks drug across the ground as she strode about casting a simple and sweet wave to the merchants that beaconed her near.
Just as bravo began to worry there was no such place to find a good story she came across a small shop. The books she could see through the window were many titles she already owned. Her plump lips pushed out before a certain title caught her attention.
"A withered cry?"
She repeated before drawing a quick conclusion making her way inside to inspect the apple of her eye.
The woman was thrilled to find a story of love across the seas wrapped up with a bit of tragedy. The captain gleamed bright the red gourd dangling from her wrist swinging about with her movements still full and uncapped.
She hugged the book close to her breast in glee as she turned to offer payment. The lovestruck Librarian was happy to accept a bag of gems in trade for a simple title. The value was in a story she had yet to read and follow in drunken spirits. She'd laugh and cry in the darkest corner of her library content to sail forever with such wonderful performances.
Bravo had an eye for art and could not help but study the picture collecting dust on the wall behind him. The autograph bringing joy to the Captain as she pointed offering another bag of gems and jewels.
She paused gracefully leaning over the counter to inspect the male who had dropped right before her eyes in shock of profit. She could not help but giggle a bit flicking out a fan to cover her amusement. In a graceful leap Bravo pulled the painting from the wall to tuck under her arm her shopping now complete. She'd place it in her library alongside others.
The woman made her way out as gracefully as she had come intent to head back to the Grim Reaper. When the bench came into view she smiled setting her items onto the white paint covered place of rest pulling her yellow umbrella out with a quick pop.
With ease she slid the cover off the newfound weapon stabbing it into the ground behind the bench casting no cares for the hidden blade. Circling around she settled in layers of colors parting the book for the first page of imagination.
"Oh, how wonderful it was to have found such a thing, I think I will take advantage of the sunlight and enjoy just a few pages before we head out."
There was no smoke or screams so shopping for her crew must have gone just as it had for her.
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Send 🧡 to hold my muse and run your fingers through their hair.
Life is full of surprises. Full of twists and turns and obstacles beyond the imagination.
Harmony never thought she would be back on a ship, but not any ship. No, it is the infamous ship that once belonged to Rocks D. Xebec, now under the command of his daughter. She sits on a pillow on the floor before Bravo herself. Harmony quietly sits, allowing Bravo's slender hands stroke and play with silken locks of her dark brown hair. Brushing, twisting, experimenting in different ways to style it.
It's not that Harmony is against the same treatment. In fact, it's a nice change from her usual minimal approach. She never had the means to have intricate hairstyles and kept her own jewelry to a minimum. More for her safety since she was on her own before finding herself onboard the Grim Reaper. She never asked for anything, but never denied it when it was offered.
Besides, this is actually nice. It reminds the woman about a simpler time when she was a child. Her mother used to brush her hair and braid it. . Silver eyes slowly close as she relaxes in the captain’s hold.
Yes, Harmony remembers.
The sun’s warm rays peering through the door way of the lodge. Harmony settled before her mother who hums songs that were carried between generations while brushing her hair. A heavenly aroma of dinner cooking and the sound of birds singing and other children playing outside. It was a time when Harmony felt safe. Even during times of war and the threat of invasion looming over the Shandians, there were those rare moments when all was right for the world.
Those days were so long ago, now. Almost like it was a dream, a mere fantasy. Eyes open again as a dull pain in her chest brings her back to reality. She must brush those bittersweet memories away. That was then, and this is now.
So much has changed then. It was when Harmony did not raise her guard, even when she probably shouldn’t worry so much now. It’s easy to be wary of one the captain of one of the most feared pirates in the world. But so far, Bravo has done no harm. If anything, she seems to see Harmony almost like a doll to dress up. Not that it was a bad thing, or so Harmony hopes.
Right. She needs to just take it easy. No sense in fretting when nothing has happened.
Rocks had her way of handling things and did not too often explain herself. The long tangled strands of hair was getting to Bravo and the more she studied the girl the more her true beauty surfaced. She believed that even on the seas women could carry themselves however they desired. It was then she spoke, cherry lips parting allowing a whisper to escape them.
.ೃ࿐"Harmony, let me assist in the natural care of your body.".ೃ࿐
The statement came out rather wrong and she could not help but catch her error blushing in acknowledgement. Leaning forward as long strands of raven fell over her shoulder the Captain now reaching to run her fingers through the others hair with no sense of personal space. She was feeling the texture and sure enough the constant sea air was weathering away at the nutrients that brought shine and health. She had a perfect fix that would work for weeks and a skin care to pull away the salts so her pores would not clog causing obvious skin issues. Though harmony may not have any of these issues at all Bravo still felt that she should still offer treatment to what could be her newest family member.
.ೃ࿐"To emphasize, I mean that I have a serum that will assist with the humidity and salty air. I have a scrub you can use tonight that will keep your skin silky smooth. Let me start with your hair!".ೃ࿐
The captain remarked leaving her only warning before gripping the other by her arm to pull her into her makeup station. When she motioned towards the red and gold pillows for the other to set Bravo quickly made her way across the room To seek out her materials. On her way past her dresser she pulled a Gold brush with spiked bristles on the end from a blue concoction. It would be dry by the time she used it and healthy enough to share. What was the point of cleaning hair if one were to use a contaminated brush to tame such issues?
.ೃ࿐"First, I shall make a mixture for your face, arms,....pretty much wherever you wish to use it.".ೃ࿐
Graceful steps made their way back to Harmony, the captain tossing two charcoal rocks into a bowl smashing it up with ease with a rock to get the perfect powdered texture. In a separate bowl she began to mix her serum before she took the heat through her hair. The she added a self made conditioner/ detangler. Turning she quickly gripped black plastic wrap pinning her hair up neatly before placing it onto her. The Aloe and oils she had mixed in aided with cleaning and healing any damaged strands. The coconut was for the roots and scalp aiding carrots and other such things placed. Tying it into place Bravo then leaned forward to wipe the excess from her face. Now was the best time if any to ask the question she had hung onto for weeks.
.ೃ࿐"I was wonderin' if you'd like to stay and maybe consider being a Pirate or part of the Black Widow Pirates. That is what I am thinking of calling us because I am not my father and this ship and crew have changed. I don't need his name to protect myself anymore. That aside, you were the first to challenge me directly in the face of fear. I think that perhaps this means you will be able to correct me when I am wrong. I have a first mate but he is kinda like an uncle and drinks too much he told me to find my own family soon because he was ill. I was wondering since I know a lot about ships that, perhaps, maybe we could work together. What do you say? Do ya wanna be first mate?".ೃ࿐
Bravo had long since learned how to care for herself as if every day was prepared for her birthday. It was how her father had told her to address every day. Though at the time she was a male her father still gave her a chance to be who she desired in dress and how he carried himself back then.
Instead when Xebec noticed things different about his son he heeded the request for etiquettes classes and ordered fine silks and such for the boy to wear. The only line Rocks drew was allowing the boy to wear makeup or heels on board his ship. For the Captain, there was a stopping point while acknowledging his son for his choices.
A soft smile spread across her lips as she pulled the brush through her hair starting at the ends to detangle while drying it with a hand held near her hair the captain pushing out enough air to dry the strands slowly as she straightened it. Fond memories came in that moment of when she had actually told her father that she desired to grow her hair out. The captain had only told the child he towered over one thing and Bravo would never forget the words.
"My son, I cast no cares for what you decide to do so long as you are fearless and bold with it. Make the world acknowledge you just as you are and if they don't, kill them. Simple as that young Bravo. You are a "D" don't cast useless cares to the opinions of the world and to answer the taunt given to you earlier I demand you challenge them tonight and be sure leave a few marks in reminder."
As the Captain closed his statement he handed the child a small fan giving a wink for encouragement. Xebec had already given the boy a fruit to assist in his endeavors granting him a graceful but deadly display in his wake. It had fit his son's character, to strike with a fan like a snake it had suited his graceful style of defense. The laughter that erupted could not help but send chills down Bravos spine. Fear came over him and he went as white as a Ghost hearing that he was challenged.
.ೃ࿐"Captain, I-I, he just made fun of the ribbons in my hair must we..?.ೃ࿐
The growls he heard told him to shut his trap before he ended up in a worse situation. Bravo felt he was stupid to have gone to his father for something so trivial especially in tears. Of course Captain Rocks. D. Xebec would make him go back and fight.
That evening he found himself standing in a circle in the very spot he had watched many of the other pirates enter before disappearing weeks if they survived the ordeal. The ring shook Bravo stumbling back as the seven year old child met with the knees of his challenger. His heart stopped a moment as he glanced up with a gasp his eyes growing wide in shock. This was not the same pirate who had taunted him the halls, was it? He now appeared much more scarier and taller when a mere feet from him. Before the child could muster a response, he found himself ducking the swing of a very big ax.
The jeers came the child now on the run with tears in his eyes completely freaked out. The swing having been so close he could feel the wind and power behind the stroke. His first thought? RUN like hell and hide away until his father forgot about the challenge under drunken haze. Not likely, especially for Bravo D. Rocks. Such was like expecting a parent to leave the stands when their child is playing in a game. Xebec was going to be there until the end of this and there was no running away. Tears streamed down his cheek as he ducked, jumped, and rushed about in dodge.
"BRAT, if you exit this ring then you will not receive the gift I have in store for you. And Xalar, I warn you if you kill my son I will have to challenge you next. Keep that in mind in your moment of glory."
Oh crap! His father was serious! Bravo thought before backing up the white line drawn on the deck right under his feet.
.ೃ࿐"CRAP! CRAP!..... SHIT!".ೃ࿐
The boy repeated quickly glancing to the flimsy fan his father had given him. Referencing back to the fruit, that nasty fruit, bravo found himself in a situation where he couldn't run or set idly with his own Jeers. He should have known that the old man was gonna make him face his accuser. It was only natural on their ship.
The weapons that dangled on the wall drew the kids attention but he was too far away to reach any of them. The thought came as Charlotte's voice echoed out above the others with encouragement.
"BRAVO! Dance!! JUST DANCE YA BRAT!!!"
The words had echoed out ever so clear over the crowd of cheers and Boo's. Bravo closed his eyes as the other rushed over the ground trembling with every step as Xalar approached with a taunting laughter. Xalar was a dead man regardless at this point and now regretted ever having picked on the young prince for his lady-like personality. The closer he came the more the wood under his feet vibrated and trembled. His heart drummed away in his ear as he took a few labored breaths in attempts to calm himself enough to come up with a plan
Xebec only set in silence he already trusted in his mind that this one was going to go to the kid. He couldn't help but laugh as the child scurried about in attempts to get away but also gave him credit for speed. One hit and he was certain to have a broken bone or two. Even as the protests for his bet came Xebec remained silent sipping from his gourd. He HAD to do this or the Captain would be forced to answer to a challenge lost.
"My berries are on the brat, you don't back a scared dog into a corner if he has any fight in him at all!"
Popping the fan open the young child brought the fan out trying to grip anything with a current of air. As he brought the fan forward the weapons shifted again much to the boys surprise. The vent under them was pushing air from outside and he could not help but smile in thought of a fighting chance. This was why his father had chosen not to allow the fight to transpire above deck. The kid would have had too much of an advantage. Crap, Crap, this was also training and the last time he had a training session he ended up with three broken ribs, a broken collarbone, and that was for taunting Kaido while not being strong enough to back it up. Even charlotte had advised against such things. Kaido had outright refused to go into the ring with such an opponent and laid the kid out with one swing to prove his resolve. This was why Xebec gave Bravo the air fruit in hopes of arming the boy enough to back up his stance. Thankfully at the time, it was not an official challenge nor did Kaido give much cares after he walked away. Age came into account and Rocks allowed the situation to be considered resolved with the reasoning that the boy didn't run. At least the brat had a sense of courage and plenty of time to think over his life's choices while he healed.
Bravo had one shot to get this right or he was going to be back in a world of hurt. Sucking in a breath the male brought the fan back with a quick swipe the weapons leaving the racks to fly towards him on pull. Crap! This was not going as he had originally thought and to make matters worse the Xalar had shifted out of the path in approach. It was perfect for him because now he didn't necessary have to kill the child. If the boy killed himself and he would be off the hook in assumption. It was a dirty move but was certain to end his death match.
In panic the child quickly brought the fan from his face with another swing pushing everything back from him angling for where the Xalar was headed cutting off his path. As the other fell with a crash the boy crawled up onto his chest to look down into his eyes the various weapons that stuck out of his form made the boy cringe a bit.
.ೃ࿐"That looked like it hurt, Xalar!".ೃ࿐
Sure enough he was still alive but unable to fight thanks to the sword that had with all the force of the wind landed in his back piercing through his abdomen. As the tiny form stood upon his chest Bravo again popped the fan open lifting it above his head. He acknowledged the silence that fallen over the room on que. The unspoken command was one he knew very well and he was more than happy to obey.
.ೃ࿐"I will end your misery, we have no need for a pirate who can not do his job.".ೃ࿐
Bravo answered as the best finisher the child could muster. Leaning forward the child touched the fan right over the others nose to begin his own experiment. Could he control even the breath inside another? When he felt the current of labored breath he with a devious smile gave a graceful twirl pulling it from his body with a simple stride the current of air circling the boy as he turned. The loose hairs the other had taunted moved about him as red eyes glared down the child preparing to take his first life.
.ೃ࿐"I will steal the breath you use for your words as payment for your taunts".ೃ࿐
When the body went limp bravo let out a much needed breath of air the entire deck erupting in cheers. He could not help but feel a bit of relief as he glared over to their Captain for approval. Rocks was gone from his seat and even Bravo could not help but feel a pain in his chest in assumption. Had he truly missed his moment of truth?
Before the child could allow the tears to fall strong arms jerked him from the corpse Bravo letting out a yelp of surprise before being smothered into a bare chest. He was HUGGING him? It was nice but, he couldn't breathe and slapped his fathers chest with his still open fan to alert him of the current complication. The proud moment rocked the ship and even as the child slept soundly the Rocks Pirates continued to celebrate the fact he was in fact the son of Xebec. Temperament and all.
Such fond memories brought a single tear from the other as she parted out another section to straighten. Bravo had fallen silent in her memory but kept focused on her task at hand. She truly missed her family but it time to find a new one and sail out with her own story. She could take the ship and live with her fathers treasures until her hearts content but there was no glory in such a thing.
Her hands passed through every silky strand to inspect before the captain began her tiny braids of decoration placing a small gold pins to hold it in place.
.ೃ࿐"Anything I give you you are free to keep!".ೃ࿐
She finished, pulling her hands from the other flipping her palm forward to hand her the gold brush that held so many fond memories for her. Red painted nails offered the gift as a part of her heart, as cold as it may be. It had meant so much for the other to have addressed her as her own person rather than her father's shadow. It made her feel even more accepted in such a cold world.
.ೃ࿐"This is something my father gave me as a testament to live boldly and beautifully. It has never failed me and has collected a lot of happy moments to share so take this and consider my offer ok. Regardless, I think I am perhaps ready to try and make friends!!".ೃ࿐
one-piece-musings:
The Captain cringed as they ripped through her raven locks. An eye closing as she pulled away from the hot combs that grazed past her face. Six pairs of hands worked rapidly to the specifications of the captain preparing her for the grand entrance. If she had learned anything upon the seas it was to make her first impression loud and unforgettable. Bravo D. Rocks was willing to play an entire life’s bet on one moment.
Hours later she knelt in front of a mirror as her hair was pulled up and pinned into place with golden hair pins now silky straight. Carefully, the woman leaned forward to pick the cherry rose lipstick pallet from the floor carefully lining her lips the same as they had done her eyes now shadowed in deep reds. Red hues glared from under those long black lashes and bravo could not help but smile anticipating her moment of glory.
She wasn’t so much focused on creating a name as she was the reaction given when the old ship pulled into the port. She burst into laughter at the thought of fear upon their faces. The women around her worked rapidly to lay layers of silk pinning them into place carefully before repeating with the fifth layer of kimono. It was to signify her status as self designated royalty and a style she felt complimented her personality.
When they finished the door swung open and a small girl rushed in with spoken riddles bringing a growl from Xebec. Rouge hues shifted to meet the other in scolding before the words left her lips.
“Captain, The invitation was located and we are in route to the pirate festival. I do caution you in bringing THIS ship into port. There will be many who despise these sails and jolly roger and they may take their vengeance out on you alone. I worry for a twenty year old ship that was set…”
Before the woman could finish Bravo had hurled a brush at her popping her in the forehead before the fool could finish her statement.
.ೃ࿐“Don’t you ever doubt my fathers ship! FUCK THEM AND THEIR OPINION’S and so long as you are in my presence don’t you ever, ever, doubt my capabilities so long as you call me your Captain. No need to threaten me with a good time either, you already stuck gold!”.ೃ࿐
Bravo explained as the woman rubbed her now bruised forehead in silence. The sweet smile to follow such a soft spoken voice fell back into place as bravo resumed her preparations. Though the words were spoken she held no offense because what they were going to do was going to bring a lot of attention. Her end game was to try and shake the world and capture all the shiny treasures that fell out. In order to advance and become notorious she would have to give up their best advantage.
.ೃ࿐“I intend to find Roger, I have some grievances to address so we simply must go. Don’t you understand? There is no better way to make our presence known than to appear at a festival uninvited!”.ೃ࿐
Bowing the other approached in silence to simply hand her the invitation to the festival quickly scurrying away much to the Captains delight. She preferred it this way. Fear and worry could move even the meekest of men and women. She desired to see the raw power promised to her by the crew in every waking day. They had sworn to avenge the name that had suddenly fallen to the grievances of others. Such a petty thing!
They were pirates and the world was ran by the cruel hand dealt by the sea. Whoever assumed that their adventures would be fair was a fool deserving of death by her hand. Bravo didn’t really care of the things of the past and had no intentions of ruling anything at all. She just wanted to swim in the glory but wasn’t concerned enough to chase the last island. Instead she would address what was before her and the fact they didn’t know she existed was even more nerve racking and infuriating. Her father had not claimed her in any sense probably for her protection.
As nightfall fell, the Captain made her way down the old halls listening to the creaking of wood under her feet. Her laughter echoing out as layers of pinks, purples, and reds trailed behind her. The sandals she wore she was careful not to make a sound with as she stepped her hips swaying with each carefully placed step. Through etiquettes, Bravo was taught to move in grace as if floating. Her heart pounded as they inched closer to their destination. She knew this could go one of two ways and even if things did get a bit rough she’d surprise them by showing them that a feared ghost ship could also fly and fight with a vengeance. She had secrets to revel and was determined to keep the name alive if only for her own purpose. When the doors pulled open she glided past with stoic features. The image of the festival and ships reflected from her red pupils and Bravo found herself holding her breath.
The lights reflected into the heavens in invitation and the celebration could be heard even from far out. It was then suggested that they take a moment to gather their nerves with drinks before going ashore. Bravo could not help but nod in agreement her vices sounding rather lovely at the moment, for even she was nervous in the least. Bravo calmly waited for a red pillow to be placed on deck and let out a nervous sigh before quickly clamping her mouth shut to withhold any stupid comments.
Kneeling slowly she let out a much needed breath reaching out with freshly manicured hands to grip the sake bowl. Moments later she set casually an elegant bared leg propped in front of her as she lifted the bowl bringing it back only to lick her lips in approval.
.ೃ࿐"Hic!….pause…….Hic!“.ೃ࿐
The woman chirped quickly covering her mouth with a blush quickly glancing about to see if any would call her on being drunk. It was then her second in command lifted the red top layer of silk to tie in place over her Kimono signifying her status. Bravo had never been big on hats instead she often decorated herself in gold and jewels and at times often wore a crown.
This was her revenge to be had and she intended to lay out any who stood in her path with grace and precision. Alcohol actually amplified her capabilities and she was known for being fully capable when under the influence. A drunken sage if you will, when tested with the kiss of alcohol. Her family set about her on deck and enjoyed their drinks in in celebration of her order to raise their revised Jolly roger.
The new black sails danced in the night breeze as the original white rocks sails dangled behind them blowing gracefully in the wind. The only one to be tied into place was the darkened red sail of her late father.
The ghost ship like appearance had much to her amusement spooked most in whom she encountered. The colors of the wood were also darkened for elegance and appearance. The ship by her design was renamed the Grim Reaper only because the girl at the time could not come up with nothing better her crew had actually agreed to.
She understood the wind so well and was the first to hang some of her newest sails sideways to assist in speed and navigation. The idea was spawned when she under drunken influence was seeking ways to speed up their approach. The Black Widow Pirates were unheard of and much like her design was often purposely confused for her fathers sails.
When the moment came and she knew they were within range she then gave the order for the cannons to be exposed and all armory to be on standby. She hoped she wouldn’t need them but was certain of one thing and that was that pirate responses were often unpredictable.
.ೃ࿐"Don’t worry, This ship was salvaged and built strong I assure you she still has a bit of fight in her. She is supposed to appear as if she sails in the land of the dead let’s bring a chill to the festival. Its a wonderful effect and to be even more bold. Pull down the top sail and drop my father’s sail in front of mine to prove my resolve.”.ೃ࿐
As the order was given silence echoed out and the drunk princess turned quickly pulling her fan from her sash. Before her hand lifted to expand it her crew had disappeared to do exactly as she ordered. The whispers amused her so she gave no cares lifting her bowl to her lips to sip happily.
“She must have a death wish! She is certain to get us all killed.”
Bravo spat her drink out onto the wooden planks whirling about in a hiss to address the subject at hand.
.ೃ࿐“If you are so cowardly as to doubt my plans then you are free to leap into the sea before I rise.”.ೃ࿐
She said every word her voice smoothing out the serious tone decorating each word in promise. She gave no other comments as they dropped the sail satisficed in their resolve. Had she been her father the deck would probably be lined with the dead though none of the original Rocks pirates would have doubted. If anything they would have complained that the ship was not approaching fast enough.
This was about the treasures of the world and the thrill of installing a ghostly memory into the minds of others. Until now they were able to sail freely because none who survived were taken seriously in their claim of being attacked by the Rocks Pirates. It was the perfect cloak much like hiding in plain sight. Bravo cast no cares only because she had already seen the face of the world in her own transformation. Her will was built strong if only to protect her heart. A caged and locked away thing hidden behind greed and revenge.
She took her temper out on the world and her sails supposedly did not exist. Bravo would sink marine ships on sight to ensure none carried back a message of their true identity. She at the time needed the time to build and grow, to hone in on her haki and center the abilities of her fruit, Kūki kūki no Mi. The fan in her hand she used to direct attacks and control the element with ease compensating for range.
Bravo rose to her feet when the shore came close enough to view the Captain noting many of the sails she had seen in childhood. Sharp eyes glared out as the jolly roger she sought was not present. Softly cursing the Captain let out a disappointed sigh turning to face her crew shaking her head to tell them that Roger was not present upon the island.
Casting a quick shrug, the woman whirled back lifting the fan her thumb and index spreading the decorated fan out with a pop. The red ribbons dangling behind it danced in the breeze she kept circling them to slow their approach to almost a creep. Bravo sucked in a breath to take advantage of the mist that lingered over the seashore.
Slowly she lifted another arm to pull back her sleeve keeping her stoic posture black strands dancing about her as she prepared herself.
Bravo gave a long strike through the air drawing the mist on the wings of air to give them a bit of cover should she need to react quickly. As they sailed closer she quickly closed her fan tucking it within her sleeve alongside her other hand to patiently await their arrival.
She would watch their response to size up any and all opposition without a display of power. She believed that moving in silence was key in order to draw assumptions. She ordered her crew not to breath a word to add to the eerie approach. The creaking of the was ship able to be heard as they slowly pulled into port. The Fog slowly settled on board the ship and moved with them as they approached dispersing across the ground once they anchored.
Even in the dark of the night, the festivities are in full swing. Stars fade in from the depths of the heavens once the sun dipped into the west. They shimmer above the brilliant lights joined by music, laughter, and shouts below. Pirates near and far came together to take part in the variety of events, each crew and pirate strive to make their presence known as among the strongest and most fierce. Though not everyone is a member of these crews. There are some who are bounty hunters invited to start trouble, or mercenaries invited as security without involving the marines. One mercenary is none other than Harmony Halcyon, also known as Harmony the Wingless. Though she is not fond of that title. A young woman makes her rounds, quietly watching the commotion surrounding her. Long, dark locks of hair flow around her as she continues her walk. Some frame her face adorned only with dark eyeliner and long, dark lashes. She was never the type to wear much makeup, especially while she is working. Her clothing conceals the scars carved into her tan skin from her back to her right arm. Evidence of a grisly tale of her past from the day where the Shandida woman lost her wings years ago.
She was lucky to be alive and kept her freedom.
No. No, there is no need to revisit such painful memories. There’s work to do.
Hand gun at her right hip, Harmony continues her patrol. Thankfully, she has no need to use it or the other weapons at her arsenal. Though the woman seems quiet and gentle, her silver eyes are aways more than enough to stop any trouble. They were always enough to intimidate the revelers to behave.
Her job seem simple, patrol that place, watch for any crime and put an end to it then and there. So far, so good. Silver eyes always keep watch for any subtle sign of distress. Ears open for any muttering of devious plots from theft to kidnapping. Her approach is usually swift and quiet, ensuring the people’s safety with little commotion.
Thing seems normal. Well, as normal as this event could be. Broke up a few drunken brawls. Thoughts of stopping for a break crosses her mind.
Yeah..A drink doesn’t sound bad right now.
It will help make the long night more bearable, but plans take a sudden turn as fog looms over the land. She stops in her tracks as her relaxed posture stiffens.
“What the?” Harmony stops in her tracks and she looks over her shoulder as the fog thickens.
Everyone quickly notices the change in atmosphere. Laughter dies and gasps and mutters of apprehension replace it. Crowds thicken near the docks as they see an ominous figure looms in.
“What’s all this?”
“What the devil? That be ghosts on that ship?”
“No, it can’t be!” People watches in terror as there is no sign of life. Not a single soul on the mysterious pirate ship. Groups began to argue over who should be brave enough to get on the docks and check out the ship.
“Oi! Calm yerselves, men! We’re pirates here! Not scared wee kids!” One captain chides his crew that inch further back, too scared to face the newcomers. Though every pirate knows not to dare challenge a ghost ship. That is how foolish men become dead men.
Perhaps this is a dark sign. Yes, a curse has come upon the souls who dared come to this festival! That seems to make sense to many of the pirates, some quaking in their boots as the air became heaiver and colder. She ship creaks as it bobs on the water with light just barely burning through the thick fog.
“Then, who should go out there, then? Which of ye are brave enough?!” People go back and forth, most too scared to go near the ghost ship. Suddenly, everyone stops fighting and shoving their own forward when they heard hurried footsteps on wood. A figure darts from the crowd, racing towards the mysterious ship.
“What on earth?”
“Is she going where I think she’s going?”
“The fool!”
“That’s a dead woman walking…”
People gawk in fear at the sight of one person breaking free from the drown. Sable boots hit the ground as she closes in on the ghost ship. Ghost or not, this could be a threat and she would be damned if she allowed the haunting to harm the people and disrupt the festivities. Harmony’s footsteps slow to a stop along the docks, standing before the massive ship. It seems absolutely silent and the haze cloaking the ship leaves her chilled to the bone. Silver eyes narrow as she looks over the strange vessel.
Something seems odd about it.
Very odd…
It’s doubtful that this would be an actual ghost ship. It just happens to show up during the festival, one that only allows invited guests. Harmony clears her throat, watching for any sign of life. She has a feeling this is a show, and that could be a sign of trouble. Then again, Harmony knew she would be dealing with that when she accepted the job.
This has to be a ruse, and if push comes to shove, she’s ready.
“All right. We know you’re here. If you’re invited to be here, then please come down and present your invitation.” Harmony pauses for a moment. Eyes narrow as she doesn’t hear anyone. Not a single soul. Hands cup around her mouth as she speaks louder. “Excuse me! If there is anyone on board, may you please come down so we may speak? I know you are in there!”
As they came into port the sound of chains could be heard as the ship dropped an anchor to prove they were not going anywhere any time soon.
There were always those who did not believe in ghost stories and she could not help but find herself amused. The fog parted moving behind the speedy approach of the other and Bravo could not help but smile awaiting her to call their bluff. Sharp red hues eyed the woman and her bold approach with a mind to commend her on the courage it took to approach.
A ghost ship was not to be trifled with but this was simply too much. Never would she have imagined that Pirates so well known for bounties and plunders would quake so easily without inspection. It couldn't be helped all the same. Not only did the ship carry Rock's sails and the eerie approach was a bit of overkill but what better way to make her stance in the world?
Drawing her fan from her sleeve she while cloaked in fog simply raised it popping it open with a snap. Infusing Haki into the fan she drew her best attack for such a loud mouth. Her right hand followed her left hand that held the fan. The black lightening that surfaced lit up much like a lantern in the night.
The woman working hard to keep enough control so not to overdo what could be a rather eventful night. That yelling though! It wasn't classy in the least and very offensive in such a perfect setting. It was to a point it was ruining her first impression and the daughter of Xebec would have none of that.
As gracefully as a butterfly her feet lifted from the ground her silk layers whipping about her as she rose from the wood aided by her own ability. With each swipe she prepared both her defense and offense in the same swing opting for the offense for now. Plump lips tugged into a smile before she with all her force let out a burst of haki infused air to throw the other off the grim reaper. How dare she approach them so boldly with little regard to a curse even if fictional.
Now that she had everybody's attention she was tempted to reveal her true intent but instead decided to milk the show for all it was worth. The mask she kept in place concealed her true beauty from all until she was ready to speak. The force of the wind pushed out across the deck in a single swipe and the woman could not help herself in a bit of laughter.
Raven locks danced about behind her as she took her approach from the mast for the sake of control. The fog moved about with the current of her pull but even then, she had not given a deadly blow. Bringing the fan back closed she inspected the deck for any signs of approach. Red hues carefully skimming the area certain that either she had missed or the other was simply too fast for her half assed attack. For the sake of showmanship she leapt from the lookout landing as gracefully as a leaf on the deck, the layers of silk falling about her in elegant display. Rising she posed popping the fan back open in case she needed it once more. Tilting her wrist she dropped the fan a bit to taunt.
.ೃ࿐"Who dares board the ship of Xebec, don't you have any sense of showmanship? You ruined the best approach of the century and you should now be ashamed of yourself. Perhaps, I shall change my objective for a stage set for execution. I am Bravo D. Rocks.".ೃ࿐
Where the story Begins (BravoD.Rocks)
Pinned by:: Bones (One Piece Original Character)
Background::
40 years prior to the golden age of pirates on October 30th a child was born upon the Rocks ship. The mother was already ill due to not being able to handle a voyage at sea and an unknown disease. Giving birth was sure to do her in and few cast a care only because her purpose on board was to bring forth the child she had claimed to be the seed of Xebec. When Captain Rocks had received word through reliable sources the Rocks pirates were sent to retrieve the woman before she gave birth. She had been on the ship for the last two months of pregnancy and was treated well only for the cause of her claim being true. Doubt was cast and most held ill opinions of the mother to be considering her too weak to carry a child of Xebec. She had spent most of the journey in her quarters under strict instruction to care for her unborn child as if her life depended on it.
As the night drug out the woman gave soft groans until the time came for pushing. The task was trusted to the ships physician in whom tended to his business offering no words of comfort. The shadows passing back and forth under the door told the mother that Rocks was within striking distance if something went wrong. The mother leaned back, sucking in deep breaths before following the instructions to push on que.
It was not long before the child was birthed hours later. As the cry echoed out the mother glanced over to acknowledge the cry before passing in silence. The attention drawn to the child by the crew and Captain was only shoved back by the Physician who carefully inspected the child for complications.
The cries echoed out as the boy was snatched from the Doctor with little cares cast as the Captain now holding the child up by a leg leaned in to inspect. Dangling upside down the raven haired boy continued to whail amusing Rocks enough remark about having strong lungs.
It wasn't until the scoldings came from the mother of the ship as the woman marched past to correct the Captains handling of a newborn. Lin Lin gestured to convince the other to at least cast a care to the uncomfortable position he had placed the infant in. Ignoring her a moment Xebec decided to cut the cord in his first acknowledgement of life in the least.
“Lin, Lin, since you have so much concern for the brat you can care for him until he produces evidence of carrying the will od “D”. I would hope that you would be wise enough not to get too attached, for if this is an unnecessary concern then we shall throw it away like trash and move on.”
Rocks simply did not understand the need to be gentle even with his own seed. If this kid really was a “D” then he could survive even the worst of conditions. Fortunately, for the child the Captain upon inspection acknowledged the black hair and red eyes in the least. Moments later he cupped the child in his elbow and beamed bright as the crew continued their speculations. Wrapped in a red blanket the child sat peacefully nursing from the bottle collected from a surrogate. They were not sure of the mothers true illness and decided against nursing Bravo, naturally opting for a hired Surrogate.
“I’d like to think the woman was truthful in her words rather than to be forced to toss the child overboard. I absolutely refuse to raise another man’s seed. Their troubles hold no meaning to myself but,………..something about this child tells me to be patient with this. We can find a way to test the matter later on, for now, He shall be called Bravo Rocks, due to the fact he has made it this far in strength and health. The “D” we can add later should he rise to the occasion.”
As the years passed the child had managed to turn the Rock’s ship into a world of wonders. He was known for his pranks and antics and favored LinLin (Big Mama) as the woman who watched over him shielding the child from the worst of situations. Rocks cast no cares to such things only because he was always close enough for the Father to arrive instantaneously should things go wrong. Long strands of black hairs danced about him as he moved about the ship, red hues shining bright with promise. He held no fears to the dealings of pirates and often found himself taking bids with the others on a winner based upon his favouritism.
Bravo always did enjoy a good show and was certainly one for entertainment and competition. Coming up the child took fondly to the challenges addressed upon the ship and cheered for the gore and power often displayed. He often occupied his time in playing the Rocks pirates in various card and board games simply for the glory of taking a “crown”. He carried his father’s heart when it came to the dealings of others and often engaged himself in the arguments to instigate. Bravo gave a cold shoulder for the things he presumed to be weak or unnecessary. As time passed the boy proved himself enough to blend in; he eventually at the age of seven finally acquired the middle name of “D” as a gift from his Captain.
At age of eight the Rocks ship was attacked by none other than Garp from the marines and Gol. D. Roger. They had actually lost the fight much to their surprise. When Rocks realized things were going terribly wrong he cast a care to shield the child from the government by sending him off on a boat to a nearby island.
Again, a child's cry echoed out across the shoreline as she watched his ship of dreams burning in the far distance. The reflection dancing across the seas like a lantern only triggered a hatred in the boy’s heart. He did not understand the world's grievances until his early teens. He had come up in a world of chaos and it was perfectly normal in his twisted mind. Even through understanding, Bravo carried his troubles with him in travels taking his rage out on the world if they inched too close to his sacred home.
He adopted what was left of the ship off shore and over time restored it with the help of books and sought references. His skill in the true mechanics of a ship came in handy especially being his studies on board were of ship dealings and regions of the world. With an advanced level of understanding and processing of information the child actually remembered the things taught. The classes he was forced to take were often geared for ship travels and etiquettes preparing him for his first voyage..
Those in whom had chosen to stay with the child assisted in the restoration of his vision. The Rocks ship was revised and the child would happily sail out repeating the past experiences to the best he could. He never desired to rule such as his father and instead chose to live for the pleasures. His true passion being staged performances and music were always hidden under the need to protect what was left of his family.
Kaido and Lin Lin had disappeared in time and Bravo had even presumed them both dead only because his searches that had quickly ended. Anything pertaining to his father and crew were snatched from the grasp of the world by the world government but the boy would always keep such fond memories. One day he would make the world acknowledge the past with a grand show.
Around the age of nineteen the male took on a life changing transformation taking on the gender of a female even down to the physical. Her family had supported her but advised against it in the world of pirates. She was happy and that was what she had cast a care to when making such a decision.
Her first appearance post-op was during the pirate festival in which she only attended to show them that she was capable and the world should be thankful that the Rocks did not obtain their goals of ruling the world.
She considered her first impression to die for and took great chances to put on a wonderful show. Bravo was after treasures and was content to turn her entire island into a casino grounds for pirates to roam freely. To control the games and music while sucking in berries effortlessly so she could continue to live in her world until the end. Bravo’s vision was sure to make a scene and invite many of those she already wished to address. Why search the world for her family and foes if she could bring them to her with an annual festival?
Because the idea of a festival was already present she would amplify the idea with a ship of of wonders. She was to be the world's greatest showman and make her mark as an unforgettable part of history that could not be erased. Her voyage was to place a stamp on the world and force them to acknowledge the past even if things had changed. Renaming the ship the Grim Reaper to match the appearance of a ghost ship she sailed freely in myth 20 years after the fall of Rocks collecting her own family along the way.
Her First Appearance::
The Captain cringed as they ripped through her raven locks. An eye closing as she pulled away from the hot combs that grazed past her face. Six pairs of hands worked rapidly to the specifications of the captain preparing her for the grand entrance. If she had learned anything upon the seas it was to make her first impression loud and unforgettable. Bravo D. Rocks was willing to play an entire life's bet on one moment.
Hours later she knelt in front of a mirror as her hair was pulled up and pinned into place with golden hair pins now silky straight. Carefully, the woman leaned forward to pick the cherry rose lipstick pallet from the floor carefully lining her lips the same as they had done her eyes now shadowed in deep reds. Red hues glared from under those long black lashes and bravo could not help but smile anticipating her moment of glory.
She wasn't so much focused on creating a name as she was the reaction given when the old ship pulled into the port. She burst into laughter at the thought of fear upon their faces. The women around her worked rapidly to lay layers of silk pinning them into place carefully before repeating with the fifth layer of kimono. It was to signify her status as self designated royalty and a style she felt complimented her personality.
When they finished the door swung open and a small girl rushed in with spoken riddles bringing a growl from Xebec. Rouge hues shifted to meet the other in scolding before the words left her lips.
"Captain, The invitation was located and we are en route to the pirate festival. I do caution you in bringing THIS ship into port. There will be many who despise these sails and jolly Roger and they may take their vengeance out on you alone. I worry for a twenty year old ship that was set..."
Before the woman could finish Bravo had hurled a brush at her, popping her in the forehead before the fool could finish her statement.
.ೃ࿐"Don't you ever doubt my fathers ship! FUCK THEM AND THEIR OPINION'S and so long as you are in my presence don't you ever, ever, doubt my capabilities so long as you call me your Captain. No need to threaten me with a good time either, you already stuck gold!".ೃ࿐
Bravo explained as the woman rubbed her now bruised forehead in silence. The sweet smile to follow such a soft spoken voice fell back into place as Bravo resumed her preparations. Though the words were spoken she held no offense because what they were going to do was going to bring a lot of attention. Her end game was to try and shake the world and capture all the shiny treasures that fell out. In order to advance and become notorious she would have to give up their best advantage.
.ೃ࿐"I intend to find Roger, I have some grievances to address so we simply must go. Don't you understand? There is no better way to make our presence known than to appear at a festival uninvited!".ೃ࿐
Bowing, the other approached in silence to simply hand her the invitation to the festival quickly scurrying away much to the Captain's delight. She preferred it this way. Fear and worry could move even the meekest of men and women. She desired to see the raw power promised to her by the crew every waking day. They had sworn to avenge the name that had suddenly fallen to the grievances of others. Such a petty thing!
They were pirates and the world was run by the cruel hand dealt by the sea. Whoever assumed that their adventures would be fair was a fool deserving of death by her hand. Bravo didn't really care about the things of the past and had no intentions of ruling anything at all. She just wanted to swim in the glory but wasn't concerned enough to chase the last island. Instead she would address what was before her and the fact they didn't know she existed was even more nerve racking and infuriating. Her father had not claimed her in any sense, probably for her protection.
As nightfall fell, the Captain made her way down the old halls listening to the creaking of wood under her feet. Her laughter echoed out as layers of pinks, purples, and reds trailed behind her. The sandals she wore were careful not to make a sound as she stepped her hips swaying with each carefully placed step. Through etiquettes, Bravo was taught to move in grace as if floating. Her heart pounded as they inched closer to their destination. She knew this could go one of two ways and even if things did get a bit rough she'd surprise them by showing them that a feared ghost ship could also fly and fight with a vengeance. She had secrets to reveal and was determined to keep the name alive if only for her own purpose. When the doors pulled open she glided past with stoic features. The image of the festival and ships reflected from her red pupils and Bravo found herself holding her breath.
The lights reflected into the heavens in invitation and the celebration could be heard even from far out. It was then suggested that they take a moment to gather their nerves with drinks before going ashore. Bravo could not help but nod in agreement, her vices sounding rather lovely at the moment, for even she was nervous in the least. Bravo calmly waited for a red pillow to be placed on deck and let out a nervous sigh before quickly clamping her mouth shut to withhold any stupid comments.
Kneeling slowly she let out a much needed breath reaching out with freshly manicured hands to grip the sake bowl. Moments later she set casually an elegant bared leg propped in front of her as she lifted the bowl bringing it back only to lick her lips in approval.
.ೃ࿐"Hic!....pause.......Hic!".ೃ࿐
The woman chirped quickly covering her mouth with a blush quickly glancing about to see if any would call her on being drunk. It was then her second in command lifted the red top layer of silk to tie in place over her Kimono signifying her status. Bravo had never been big on hats; instead she often decorated herself in gold and jewels and at times often wore a crown.
This was her revenge to be had and she intended to lay out any who stood in her path with grace and precision. Alcohol actually amplified her capabilities and she was known for being fully capable when under the influence. A drunken sage if you will, when tested with the kiss of alcohol. Her family set about her on deck and enjoyed their drinks in celebration of her order to raise their revised Jolly roger.
The new black sails danced in the night breeze as the original white rocks sails dangled behind them blowing gracefully in the wind. The only one to be tied into place was the darkened red sail of her late father.
The ghost ship-like appearance had much to her amusement spooked most in whom she encountered. The colors of the wood were also darkened for elegance and appearance. The ship by her design was renamed the Grim Reaper only because the girl at the time could not come up with anything better that her crew had actually agreed to.
She understood the wind so well and was the first to hang some of her newest sails sideways to assist in speed and navigation. The idea was spawned when she was under drunken influence seeking ways to speed up their approach. The Black Widow Pirates were unheard of and much like her design was often purposely confused for her fathers sails.
When the moment came and she knew they were within range she then gave the order for the cannons to be exposed and all armory to be on standby. She hoped she wouldn't need them but was certain of one thing and that was that pirate responses were often unpredictable.
.ೃ࿐"Don't worry, This ship was salvaged and built strong I assure you she still has a bit of fight in her. She is supposed to appear as if she sails in the land of the dead. Let's bring a chill to the festival. It's a wonderful effect and to be even more bold. Pull down the top sail and drop my father's sail in front of mine to prove my resolve.".ೃ࿐
As the order was given silence echoed out and the drunk princess turned quickly pulling her fan from her sash. Before her hand lifted to expand it her crew had disappeared to do exactly as she ordered. The whispers amused her so she gave no cares lifting her bowl to her lips to sip happily.
"She must have a death wish! She is certain to get us all killed."
Bravo spat her drink out onto the wooden planks whirling about in a hiss to address the subject at hand.
.ೃ࿐"If you are so cowardly as to doubt my plans then you are free to leap into the sea before I rise.".ೃ࿐
She said every word, her voice smoothing out the serious tone decorating each word in promise. She gave no other comments as they dropped the sail satisfied in their resolve. Had she been her father the deck would probably be lined with the dead though none of the original Rocks pirates would have doubted. If anything they would have complained that the ship was not approaching fast enough.
This was about the treasures of the world and the thrill of installing a ghostly memory into the minds of others. Until now they were able to sail freely because none who survived were taken seriously in their claim of being attacked by the Rocks Pirates. It was the perfect cloak much like hiding in plain sight. Bravo cast no cares only because she had already seen the face of the world in her own transformation. Her will was built strong if only to protect her heart. A caged and locked away thing hidden behind greed and revenge.
She took her temper out on the world and her sails supposedly did not exist. Bravo would sink marine ships on sight to ensure none carried back a message of their true identity. She at the time needed the time to build and grow, to hone in on her haki and center the abilities of her fruit, Kūki kūki no Mi. The fan in her hand she used to direct attacks and control the element with ease compensating for range.
Bravo rose to her feet when the shore came close enough to view the Captain noting many of the sails she had seen in childhood. Sharp eyes glared out as the jolly roger she sought was not present. Softly cursing the Captain let out a disappointed sigh turning to face her crew shaking her head to tell them that Roger was not present upon the island.
Casting a quick shrug, the woman whirled back lifting the fan, her thumb and index spreading the decorated fan out with a pop. The red ribbons dangling behind it danced in the breeze; she kept circling them to slow their approach to almost a creep. Bravo sucked in a breath to take advantage of the mist that lingered over the seashore.
Slowly she lifted another arm to pull back her sleeve keeping her stoic posture black strands dancing about her as she prepared herself.
Bravo gave a long strike through the air drawing the mist on the wings of air to give them a bit of cover should she need to react quickly. As they sailed closer she quickly closed her fan tucking it within her sleeve alongside her other hand to patiently await their arrival.
She would watch their response to size up any and all opposition without a display of power. She believed that moving in silence was key in order to draw assumptions. She ordered her crew not to breathe a word to add to the eerie approach. The creaking of the warship was able to be heard as they slowly pulled into port. The Fog slowly settled on board the ship and moved with them as they approached, dispersing across the ground once they anchored.