In Great Disorder

  Indie selective One Piece multimuse rp/ask blog. 18+ mun. Mostly here for shits and giggles. Low-activity.   

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Trigger warnings will be tagged as “tg: [trigger here]”. If there’s something missing, please tell me and I’ll make sure to tag it. Make sure to filter anything you may find triggering.

Some of my muses can be interpreted as problematic. Specifically, my portrayal of Dragon is of an unapologetically anarchist/feminist/activist latino-coded man, and Mocha is a recovering child addict. Don’t like it, don’t interact.

There will never be any sort of sexual nsfw content on this blog (but there might be violence).

Not too big on shipping, and won’t have romantic or sexual ships that involve minor/child characters. If there’s clear chemistry, though, I’d be willing to consider/discuss it. Platonic/rivalry/enemy/familial dynamics are super welcome though.

If there’s unjustified/excessive godmodding/metagaming in a thread I will drop it (this means: if you write one of my muses doing something I consider ooc for them, or otherwise dictate their actions in a way I consider overstepping). I don’t mind if you write them walking or eating food, but I’d still prefer for my rp partners not to write actions for my muses.

Feel free to drop a thread between us at any time, no explanations needed. I won’t take it personally (Also, here I am giving you complete permission to ignore my asks in your inbox if you don’t feel like writing them). I only ask that, if for any reason I’d rather drop a thread as well, for you to be understanding of me in return. 

This blog is selective, which means that if we’re mutuals you have explicit permission to: dm me, send asks (for memes or not), and tag me in starters. If I follow you, it means I welcome any and all of these things. 

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Feel free to ask me to modify stuff about a thread response if it doesn’t sit well with you.

I’m always up to plotting, just hit my dms if you get an idea. I don’t throw plotting calls very often because I find the ‘I don’t have a plot idea’ back and forth pretty annoying. If you do think of something, approach me! I don’t bite. If I think of a plot, I’ll likely approach you too. If we start a thread plotless/via a starter, and you want to plot it, again- hit my dms. 

All the prompt lists reblogged are okay to send something for unless otherwise stated (in the tags). If it’s not the latest one I’ve reblogged I just ask you add the name of the prompt list in the ask. 

This is not my main rp blog and I won’t have a lot of activity here, threads will be limited as a result. 

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beast anyagi friend

     “ mmm… m maybe easier if i was bbeastly…can’t ttalk when like that. ”

     Galapagos gave a few nods, that was definitely a plan. She could probably do that…usually when she went in that form–or rather the easiest way to get into that form–was to go to sleep. And that was the best way to be as still as possible. Aside from the slow rise and fall of breathing…Then again when she got excited the little anyagi just wanted to hug tackle everyone!! But maybe not the bad people…

     “ mmink? i’m n not a mink…anyagi are ddifferent!! ”

     She huffed and shook her head, it really was a common misconception when the strange plant goats were around…They weren’t related to minks at all. Galapagos had never met a mink, either…Even if the relationship between Zou and Hoarfrost was okay or good. She didn’t really understand or care. There were more important things…like drinking with giants!! Or with samurai!! They were way cooler!!

     “ anyagi…what i am…mm…not sure if tthere are others though…i nneed to find them! if there are.. ”

     More dire by the second, really she wasn’t sure if there was…Her parents were gone, their vivres burnt to a crisp, nothing left for her to even find despite them always being just in her pocket. What a rude and horrifying thing to wake up to. Nothing but snow to cover the ashes of an empty and destroyed village amidst the freezing wasteland of Hoarfrost.

     “ mmight be the only o one but…hope nnot!! ”

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As the children casually conversed on their way back to that accursed laboratory, a ship was fastly approaching across the distant horizon, unseen for the icebergs in the way. A creeping and unnatural heat sept into the island shore. This was... the frozen side of the island, wasn’t it? There was no cause for it, yet the ice was at the mercy of a soon-boiling ocean. The figurehead of the ship was that of sweets. It was not their main ship, but the dangers aboard were very much real. The man tasked with clearing the way for their unexpected passage had lowered his steamed hands into the iced water, effectively transforming it into a sauna.

A flag waved proudly in the air, that of a lip-painted skull. There was another man on the prow overlooking the destination.

“Fantastique, the way is perfectly clear Monsieur Oven.” The longleg observed. Usually, it would be Perospero heading such a mission, but the eldest son was rather busy as of late. Especially during the search to find the elusive ‘Sanji’ for a most important wedding... Instead, Oven was called upon the situation, as he was very well suited to the drastic climes of the unstable Punk Hazard. Yet, their arrival was unprecedented...

However, even with the heat provided by his brother, the librarian was less excited about this excursion. “Let’s be done with this quick. It’s too cold here.”

Mont d’Or was tasked with documenting the progress that scientist has made on the giant project thus far, if any. If there was... minimal progress, there was going to be violence. Soon enough, they’d make landfall, and the two Charlottes, the Knight, and a small force of troops would march towards the lab entrance.

So anyagi and minks were different, but Mocha still didn't really have a clear idea of how. Not that it mattered much, she guessed, since she barely knew about either anyagi or minks. No knowledge wasn’t that far from very little knowledge, and she guessed the small amount of information she’d already gathered by talking with Galapagos probably counted as more than what she had on minks, anyway.  

The beastly form thing, though… Was that the form Galapagos had first appeared in front of her as? She guessed it did look more like an animal than her current, more humanoid, form…

“If you think that’s our best chance, I’ll trust you there,” she said. After all, Galapagos would know better about this than her. 

Hearing some faint noises, Mocha turned her head towards the sea. Was that…? 

There was no way… But…

“Say, Galapagos… Do the icebergs look like they’re sinking, to you?” No matter how much she tried to find some plausible explanation, it was clear to see the distant icebergs were becoming shorter in height, almost like they were turning smaller. 

…Maybe it was a sea current thing? 

In any case, it gave her the creeps.

The facility’s door was only a few steps away…

Tugging on her companion’s arm, she muttered, “C’mon, turn into your beast-whatever form. Let’s go inside the facility.”

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Anyagi???

      She was somewhat confused at the beginning of the explanation. A place of doctors wouldn’t be a not nice place would it? That would be the mindset for her. Doctors were supposed to be nice and want the better of health. The more Mocha explained, however, the more she began to understand–to an extent. Doctors that weren’t doctors in a place that felt wrong, or creepy. Galapagos wasn’t sure what a Biscuit Room was though. It was a room, obviously…But what kind of room? It wasn’t made of biscuits, she hoped at least. That would probably get icky quick…

      “ a t toy?? ”

      Galapagos tilted her head a little, another name that she’d said a few times now, she was sure…Master Caesar. A curious thing, really. She wasn’t entirely sure who that was, but the way Mocha talked about them, it didn’t sound the best, the most pleasant. Then came the proposition of her passing as some toy. Did she really look that much like a toy? She wasn’t sure if she would as she looked…Maybe when she was in her other form…? She could do that…Probably. Galapagos just wouldn’t be able to talk when she was like that!

      “ i gguess i can p pretend to be a ttoy…i don’t wanna get inmm…trouble, that’s bbad. the plants keep ttalking about something bad there. ”

      The little anyagi shook her head and huffed.

      “ bbut they don’t really know what is b bad! ”

      Whatever, she’d figure it out, or maybe she wouldn’t want to find out the closer she got to the answer. Turning down to the plants she was pointing at, she nodded.

      “ mhm…i’m anyagi, sso i can grow plants… ”

      That wasn’t…entirely accurate. Not all anyagi could do it, the minority, in fact…But she didn’t mind not explaining. If there were no others–which she hoped to be disproved–then she would be the only anyagi. So technically…

Mocha kept walking, the smaller girl beside her. If the new plan was to go back to the facility, they should get there as soon as possible– it would be bad if the doctors found her to be missing, and every moment she spent outside was another moment someone could notice her disappearance. Even the other kids, well-meaning as they were, might ask where she was and draw attention to her absence if she wasn’t back soon…

Luckily they were already pretty close, to the point Mocha was becoming more concerned about not getting seen yet rather than how they’d sneak back in.

“Well, your… fur has really pretty colors, so you could kinda pass as a toy. If you weren’t moving and talking and stuff, I mean.” She didn’t know much about Galapagos’ self-control, or if she’d be able to keep still for extended periods of time, but hopefully this cover would work long enough for Mocha to think of a better plan. 

“Wait, plants? Talking?” Mocha stumbled over her own feet, almost bumping against Galapagos. 

What…?

She was an ‘anyagi’? And they grew plants?

It occurred then to her, the little goat girl at her side might be more worth investigating than she’d previously given her credit for. Mocha scolded herself for not trying to gather more information about her earlier. A good investigator should never let a detail like this escape them! 

“An anyagi…? What is that? A sort of subspecies of mink?”

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goat mink friend

      Galapagos watched as she pointed out the facility and explained…Not much. Explained that she was going to escape from it. Wasn’t she already out if she was out in the snow? Although she guessed she wasn’t free unless she was off the island…The little anyagi wished she could help in some regard. Though it seemed like that was an impossibility given the lack of ships and that the water was far too cold for any human to survive for as long as the trip would be to get to the outer parts of the island’s perimeter…

      Thinking further, the anyagi shuffled on her feet, making small trails in the snow while a few plants grew from between the thick stacks of snow, her skin giving off a slight glow whenever the plants increased in size…A thought was rushing in her mind, and against the better judgement of literally everyone around–well the plants–Galapagos smiled and then would follow Mocha, whether she liked it or not- Soft and more importantly warm fur brushing against the child’s side.

      “ can i c come? ”

      Wouldn’t she get cold without Galapagos, anyway? Who knew how long it would take to trek all the way back to the facility. The only issue was, once more, the screaming plants in her mind saying absolutely not, never, don’t, bad- She was just blocking them out. If this girl managed to sneak out in the first place–and based on what she was saying–Galapagos was sure she was smart…And she had her own little plan, were people really all that interested in weird animals? Maybe if she stayed in her beastly form…It was certainly faster that way in case they did get into any trouble. She could just burrow…! Well…Maybe not when they were inside…But maybe she’d stay outside? Maybe…Galapagos wasn’t sure.

      “ i’m t trying to find…others like mme…maybe there are some t there! or h here somewhere… ”

The shivers which hunted Mocha since the first step away from the mink stopped as soon as the fur brushed past her, causing her shoulders to almost drop in relief. 

Minks were so warm…

“I won’t stop you if you want to come along, but the facility’s not exactly a nice place,” she told her. “I don’t think I’ve seen any minks like you there, but I guess they could still be some.” She’d never really seen all of the facility, after all.

“The facility is… well, it’s full of doctors, but they’re not really doctors. I’m not sure what they really are, yet, but I’m investigating it. Biscuit room is nice, but... a bit too nice. Creeps me out a little sometimes.” She’d spent more than one sleepless night staring at the toys and decorations on the walls, feeling distinctly watched. Observed. Like a lab rat in a cage. 

Toys, though…

Mocha stared at Galapagos for a moment. “You could probably pass for a toy, if you don’t want to draw attention to yourself. I’m not sure what Master Caesar would think of a new kid joining us out of nowhere…” Mocha couldn’t picture him hurting Galapagos, but she still felt she couldn’t truly trust him. 

Master Caesar was hiding things from the kids, and that was a fact she’d established long ago. Why else would he not permit them to write at least letters to their parents, or receive them? Everything about her time at the facility seemed shady, no matter how she thought about it. And she had the strong suspicion it wasn’t a legal operation, or at the very least, the marines weren’t aware of it. 

The fact the island was inhabited and had no marine outpost on it made the theory even more likely… Master Caesar might’ve chosen this place as some sort of strategic location, trying to keep a low profile from the law.

Shaking her head out of her thoughts, she focused on the present. It wasn’t the right time for analyzing, she could do that later, once she’d successfully made her way back in without being noticed. 

Looking again towards Galapagos, she saw small plants growing, somewhat in tune with the glow of her skin… Come to think about it, they resembled the trail of plants near the footprints she’d found.

“Say, Galapagos, are you doing that?” Mocha asked, pointing to the plants. Maybe it was a mink thing she hadn’t heard of?

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goat mink friend

      Galapagos cuddled up close to the girl, fur fluffing up as best she could to warm her up. It was the least she could do really…It wouldn’t be good if this person froze, unless she was bad…If Mocha was bad then she should definitely let her freeze!! Though the plants around seemed more confused than apt to say let her freeze. The anyagi didn’t like when others died…Unless they really deserved it! 

      Although…She really did seem rather stressed. She clearly came from that facility in the distance…Galapagos wondered what was in there. Her gaze moved to look at it, it was the dangerous part of the island. More dangerous apparently than the ferocious and scorching underbelly of the island. Once again, however, none of them seemed to know or say how or why it was more dangerous…

      “ mmm…i came bby sea k king. ”

      With a little nod, she turned her head towards the sea. She wasn’t sure if the sea king she rode on was still around…She hoped it was! Why would it take her here just to leave her there! They didn’t leave her completely when she stopped at other islands on the way here. Then again there were usually multiple. The closer she got to this island, the less they were around. Were they afraid? No why would they be afraid, they weren’t afraid of anything… Aside from the biggest sea kings! Or super powerful people!! Like those in the North Blue…She heard a lot of scary things from her parents about the North Blue…Galapagos wondered if it was still like that? Maybe not…

      “ i d don’t know how to ddrive a boat… ”

“Sea king?!” Mocha exclaimed, still half-hugged to the little mink. “Tsk…”

That was no good– Mocha didn’t think that was a viable option for her to leave the island, even if minks were seemingly able to just… ride sea kings from one island to another. Or maybe it was something unique to only Galapagos?

“I guess I have no option but to go back, then…” she muttered. If she was lucky, no one would have to know about this little adventure. And it’d been useful for collecting information, anyway! That was good enough. Her mind couldn’t come up with a way to solve this problem yet, but with time she was sure she’d think of something. It was always better to know things than not to, after all. 

Her spirits somewhat restored, she exhaled a puff of white breath into the cold air.

“You know that building over there, the one you pointed to earlier?” Mocha asked the little goat, a newly determined expression on her features, “I’m trying to find a way out of it. Permanently, not like– not like right now. I’m gonna go back to it now, but one day, I’m gonna be free.” And no one would be able to stop her. 

With one last squeeze as she savored the heat the goat brought her, she took a step away from her. “See you around, Galapagos. If you ever need anything, well… I’ll do my best to help out.”

After all, the little mink had helped her piece together valuable information. Without her, Mocha would still be wandering in the cold, trying to find a town that didn’t exist... She likely wouldn’t be of much help in the near future, considering her situation, but she still felt like she owed a debt to Galapagos, and it was only fair she repayed it. 

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More Mocha picrews... I might be obsessed.

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fluffy mink goat

      That…didn’t sound good. Galapagos had been burrowing all around and wandering all around…mostly below the snow–it wasn’t hard to blend in when your fur was white and body made with colder hues–and hadn’t seen anyone. That was aside from brief glimpses of whoever before going below ground when the plants started screaming at her. Like yeah she got it, scary people hide- Seems there was some weight to those claims when this girl said something about yellow suits. She was a little confused, still, though was mostly filled in on what the yellow suits looked like, or at least that yes those were the dangers. Still, rather vague about why…Clearly the plants didn’t know too much in detail. Gala was okay with not knowing, though…As long as she didn’t get caught by anything dangerous. Hiding was easy when it was amidst snow–her natural environment.

      It was additionally disappointing to hear that she hadn’t seen anyone like her. Maybe there really weren’t any here…A frown crossed her face, it definitely made sense given there were no tunnels…It was disappointing, if there was anything they’d be, it’d be here!! Maybe Elbaf…If she could somehow get there…!! Oh but she was here right now!! She’d have to go later… That or Wano, Wano might have some there!! Plus they always had tasty sake, so good!! It made her want to grow some of her own right there and then!! No stay focused- She can drink later-

      “ …i jjust got here…it’s like wwhere i live…big…snowy..ccold…! ”

      If this girl thought this was cold, she should see and feel Hoarfrost!! That was on a whole another level! Speaking of cold, this girl was shivering a lot!! It made the goat girl frown and wander right on over, her fur, although minimal or more subtle in this form, puffing up as she got very close. Despite not being able to handle high temperatures well…It seemed the little anyagi emitted way more heat than one would think, much beyond what one’d get with simple fur.

      “ it’s nnot good for humans in the ssnow for ttoo long…”

      She’d heard that line from her mother before, and some of the elders. Always chiding visitors–especially those samurai who thought they could handle it, spoilers: they couldn’t–about wanting to explore without an anyagi. That was just asking to die…In Hoarfrost with how cold, mhm, absolutely. Give people 10 minutes and they’ll just get extreme frostbite then keel over and die!! She didn’t like seeing dead or unconscious bodies…They were scary…

      “ i’m ggalapagos…! there isn’t anyone else here. ”

      Gala paused, glancing down at some of the shriveling plants now that she had walked a little further from them. They didn’t like the cold, preferred to be in the ground than above the snow…She understood that, perhaps they could adapt if she just grew them above just a little longer. She needed them to answer her questions. A glow emitted from her skin once more, this time focused, as the shriveled and freezing plants soon grew bright with life. Reviving, it seemed, if they were going to die… She then nodded again.

      “ mhm..! yep! nno other life on this sside…whatever that means. ”

      On this side. She’d just repeated what the plants said…Did that mean there was another side of the island? Oh–she was frowning even more. That didn’t sound good…

      “ nno life on any side… ”

A pleasant warmness engulfed her as the mink rubbed against her. She was even more fluffy than Mocha had thought she’d be, so much so it was almost enough to make the disappointment of her plan hopelessly failing go away.

Sides, huh… She wasn’t even in the mood to find out what that meant. She still made a mental note of it, but… she wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a new mission, as discouraged as she currently felt. 

No towns. No people. 

No escape. 

“Thanks…” she muttered, grateful for the warmth if not the bad news. After a moment, she decided to lean against the other. She was really so, so fluffy. 

What should she do, now? The mink had a point. It was too cold for her to be out here, and if there was no town, and no people… She’d need to go back to the facility. 

With a bit of luck, she might even be able to sneak back in without anyone noticing she’d left in the first place, she thought bitterly. Just go back, without any real information, to wait for something to miraculously happen that would let her leave.

She had truly thought she was only a door away from freedom…

What an idiot. 

…

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.

“Say, Galapagos…” Mocha spoke, quietly, as she tested the other’s name, “How did you get to this island? Do you… Do you have a ship?”

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Some Mocha picrews because I love this child

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mink goat

      Ah yes!! This other child had her mouth held open!! That mean she was scared, right- She was being the scary thing out of the two right- She even said words and seeing an animal-looking creature talk out of nowhere had to be scary!! Definitely…Though as the girl talked the more it seemed like she was more shocked than scared…And the plants weren’t that confident in her scary ability either. She could be scary…! She knew plants that could be scary, and she could grow them and that would make her scary!! 

      The questions she asked did make her wonder…Making her confused as well–town? She didn’t see any town nor did the plants mention a town. Only to avoid people, and now yelling to avoid the distant obscured building, that had to be the thing they were so afraid of…It was intimidating from a distance, no matter how little of it she could actually see…

      “ …hmph…um…tthere’s no other..towns… ”

      Galapagos paused and squinted, leaning forward a little.

      “ bbut- have you seen…anyone like mme? horns? cclaws? um…mmm…ffluffy?? ”

      That described a lot of things…But it was close enough to be a description of anyagi, all of them had horns, claws, and were fluffy. Those were just anyagi traits!! 

      “ mm…yyou look cold t too…have you tried tthere?? ”

      Gala lifted a little clawed finger and pointed towards the distant building…thing. At least if this girl had been there, she might spill the beans on what it was…

“No towns?” Mocha repeated, voice disheartened. Her lip trembled slightly. It couldn’t be… There had to be people on this island! Someone she could ask for help! But the more the truth sank in, the more she could feel the hope she had clung to fade away… If there was no one… If this island only had the facility, and the doctors who weren’t doctors, and Master Caesar, and this stupid cold weather… 

She sniffed, her face feeling burningly cold from the freezing wind. 

“I haven’t really seen anyone like you around, but I’ve only been walking for some minutes…” Not even an hour, and her mission was already hopeless. This… mink child seemed to be looking for someone, though. Mocha could understand. “Are you looking for your friends? Is this an island of your people?” Maybe… Maybe if this was a mink island, she could ask them for help? Mocha was pretty sure minks weren’t considered inhabitants under the world government, so the marines wouldn’t have an outpost here, and she’d heard stories of minks being wild and dangerous, but it could be worth a try, if they were anything like the mink in front of her. 

At her suggestion, Mocha shivered, and not from the cold. “No. I mean, I’ve been there, but I’m not going back. I’m trying to–” To escape the facility? She probably shouldn’t say that. “–to find people. Who aren’t inside that building.”

Sighing, dejected, it occurred to Mocha her best shot at getting staying out of the facility would likely be to obtain help from this mink. After all, the mink hadn’t seemed inclined to bring her back to the facility, nor did she seem to know what it was. “My name is Mocha. Do you at least know if there’s anyone else on this island? Humans– ones who aren’t wearing yellow suits?”

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mink...?

      Galapagos stared with those big, almost blank, dual coloured eyes at the girl before her. Curious more than anything, was this really what was dangerous on this island?? The little dots over her fur would occasionally blink with light, a low illumination. She was talking to the plants, what little there were, poking out from the snow. The ones that were…already there, not the ones she had simply grown. Although some of the seeds were a little more knowledgeable than one would think. Stll…The plants were denying that this was what the danger was. But she didn’t see anyone else?? Then again she’s been spending most her time underground…That could play a part. 

      Giving a little look around, Gala let out a puff of air and shook her head, she didn’t see anyone else…Although there was what looked like buildings…or some kind of structure nearby. It was hard to tell though, obscured. She wasn’t sure about that…The plants seemed to have the same idea, don’t go there…Was that where this girl came from though?? What was over there… Galapagos squinted back at the girl, what was she saying?? Hey buddy?? Buddy…And hurt her…

      Did this girl think she was scary?? Or dangerous?? 

      Yes…Galapagos was very scary!! Definitely…The little goat puffed her chest out, fur fluffing up big trying to be even more scary!! Although she probably just looked like an even bigger fluffball…With the fur that layed across her skin pointing out like some excited pomeranian puppy. Gala then went to say something– Only for a…squeak to come out. 

      …She nearly forgot. Galapagos looked down then held her ground, let out another ferocious…squeak. And then with a bright glow her form shifted, against the better judgement of the plants mind you, into the more humanoid form. Although she was still much smaller than this girl.

      “ wwho are yyou calling mm…bbuddy!! ”

The animal was… making lights. Was it communicating with something? Mocha tried to look around, but she couldn’t see any other creatures like the one in front of her. It was just the two of them and the plants. Maybe it was trying to scare her?

Now it was puffing its chest, and Mocha carefully took a step backwards, afraid it would try to pounce on her or something, but the animal just… squeaked. The fluffy thing was starting to be undeniably fluffy, and Mocha had to resist the temptation to pet it. It could still be dangerous!

Just as she was starting to become less convinced of this, witnessing this fluffy, shiny, squeaking creature act nothing short of adorable, the animal started glowing. It was changing, into… another form? A smaller one. Cuter. Which was even less scary than the original. 

She almost wanted to try petting it… it was so fluffy…

But then it spoke. 

Mocha froze, her mouth hanging open for a moment. Was this a mink? She’d never heard of a mink that behaved like this… 

“I– uh– sorry? I didn’t mean to offend you…” she said to it. Shuddering, she clutched the cloth around her shoulders tightly. It was so cold, she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d last outside… She needed to get to the marine outpost of this island, for shelter, if nothing else. “Is this your home? I was just trying to get to town… If you could give me directions, or at least tell me how far away it is, I’d really appreciate it.”

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monster...?

      The island was cold…And snowing…And Galapagos loved it. The little anyagi had been wandering over the soft snow–not always having a fresh layer of snow made it much more likely for the weightless goat to have some kind of footprint, however minimal it would be. Given her utter excitement, she had also completely skipped her normal form, body overwhelmed at seeing another island so unbelievably snowy–it reminded her so much of Hoarfrost–and shifting into her more animalistic form. Although she had been warned to avoid going too far…The plants, what few there were on the snowy part of the island, were adamant on the dangers of going near anything that seemed even vaguely human. And as to not go too far across the island. Something about a scorching underside to this snowy paradise. The little anyagi hated the heat…and based on what other things she had heard, she definitely didn’t want to go near any people here…Thus when anything came into view, she immediately burrowed into the snow, or the ground if needed, causing a few rumbles in the ground every time, but nothing too obvious.

      That being said, it was strange seeing people on an island like this. Despite being not as cold as Hoarfrost, it was still quite close, to the point that she didn’t think people could survive in simple villages! That’s just not how human bodies worked, she though. After all, in the past whenever there were people visiting Hoarfrost, they required heavy assistance from Anyagi and the hot spots of the freezing island to remain stable and healthy. The drunken tribe of anyagi never had much a problem, but… It did get Gala curious, however dangerous it might have been. And however much those remaining plants seemed to grow louder when she went in certain directions. It was frankly frustrating!! She was wondering how good it would be to stay here…She thought for just enough to see if there were other anyagi tunnels beneath the ground, or any sign of other anyagi. If there were anyagi elsewhere, surely it would be this place!! Where it was cold…The only confusing thing, was that she didn’t remember her parents, or any anyagi for that matter, mentioning a freezing island like this? Then again maybe she missed it being mentioned!! It was been a long time, and she slept for…way too long to remember everything! 

      Moving on to the hope that there may other anyagi, the possibility!! Even though the plants around were saying they hadn’t seen anyone…Maybe they missed it..! Plus it seemed like the plants had a cut off time for when they were around. Something happened here, but none of them were quite sure what it was. There were no plants older than four years. If that…Some weren’t even four, others were barely two…The little anyagi couldn’t help but to be confused, a little angry, and curious. Was that the reason why the plants kept telling her to avoid people here? Did they do this?? Was that why nothing was alive…Harsh environments, at least with extreme colds, could still have some sort of plant life in the form of trees. Even Hoarfrost after so long with no Anyagi had some plant life, and that place was way colder than this island!! Galapagos still had hope though!! If she could just find one tunnel that wasn’t made from her already traveling through the midst of the ground…Just one would be enough for her to find the rest of the system! Then maybe!! Maybe there were others here! Even just one…

      It had been…hours by now…Since her search for another anyagi tunnel, and by then all she was doing was crossing her own tunnels! She was getting nowhere! And she was hungry! Popping her head out from the snow, she checked around to make sure there were no people…After all the plants hadn’t shut up about that risk factor that they really didn’t go into detail about…then she completely popped out! Shaking off some of the snow and dirt from her mass of fluff, Galapagos finally just huffed and started walking. Still remaining in that form so it was a lot easier to burrow if so necessary and at a quick pace. With each step, however, she was accidentally–not accidentally, there weren’t enough plants here–growing a few of the seeds and half dead plants stuck beneath the snow…Sure, it would make a trail, but she wasn’t really thinking about that, and if it did come to that, she could always go back and be able to find her way to the last tunnel she dug! Not that the entry point of the tunnel really mattered…And due to her size, her tunnels didn’t really last very long. They weren’t homely tunnels, they were just…travel tunnels…that would pretty easily collapse at even the briefest rumble of the earth.

      Galapagos would continue to walk…That was until she heard something. Immediately–and at the direction of the plants warnings from earlier–she burrowed into the snow then into the ground…Although this time, she heard no pushback from the plants about just leaving. It seemed they were just as clueless as to what was coming as she was. Maybe it was someone safe…? Maybe it was another anyagi- The plants on this island didn’t even know what an anyagi was aside from when she explained it!! So maybe it was!! Just to be cautious though…Galapagos dug through the dirt then popped up behind the figure. She couldn’t really tell at first..If it was an anyagi, they were certainly a young one…Not as young as she was, but they were small…Taking a few steps forward, the strange goat moved her head upward, the little dots and circles on her face glowing as if to try and communicate…A greeting, and then a hi are you an anyagi–or something similar to that…But no response. An anyagi wouldn’t have to look to see! It wasn’t…Galapagos frowned, taking a few steps back, she just stood there, silently…If it was a danger she could easily just burrow away, definitely!! But it didn’t seem like they were moving much…Or looking behind- So the little goat creature just stood there. Tail swaying left and right across the snow…

The sound of her beating heart resounded in her ears, as she stared at the shadowed snow in front of her. 

Had one of the doctors found her? Master Caesar? Maybe… the monster? Mocha forced herself to swallow her fear. Whoever it was, they weren’t attacking her. 

Yet.

She had to be careful… But crouching there frozen with fear and coldness wouldn’t get her anywhere. 

Slowly, very slowly, she got up and turned around. If she was going to get in trouble, or in a fight, she’d do so standing on her feet. 

It was… Mocha wasn’t sure what it was. Its skin was purple, with lighter spots in certain places, and it had white fluffy fur and mismatched yellow and purple eyes… She’d never seen a creature like this one, not in her home island, nor in books. It was clearly some sort of animal. Maybe a native one to this island? It was the New World, after all. Everyone always said to expect the unexpected, here. 

The creature’s tail was swaying, and it didn’t look particularly dangerous, but Mocha thought it better not to let her guard down just yet.

She held up her hands between them, unsure of how to get the creature to understand she didn’t mean any harm. 

“Hey, buddy…” she called out to the animal. “Please don’t hurt me?”

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@somftchilds​

The doctors had left the door open after her daily check-up. Not that they were really doctors, anyway, but that’s what they called themselves in front of her. She was sure it was a lie, after all, no doctor she’d ever seen had behaved like they had, and while she might not really know the law, she was sure it wasn’t legal to take children from their homes without their parents consent, like they had done to her, deadly disease or not (And what deadly disease was she supposed to have? She felt perfectly fine, she hadn’t even had a stomache in months!)

She kept this to herself, however. There was no point in expressing her doubts, she’d realized, after the only thing they caused was for the ‘doctors’ around her to become more wary of her. She needed to find out what was really going on, and how to leave this place, and for that she needed to be underestimated. The less of a threat she was considered, the better chance she had of someone slipping and giving her a chance to investigate or run away.

Which was exactly what happened. 

Mocha slowly approached the office’s door, checking to see if the doctor had truly left her alone, door open, and no guards outside to escort her back to Biscuit Room. No one was outside. No one was watching. 

But someone would be back soon, surely. 

Mocha took her chance. Taking careful but quick steps, trying her best not to make any sound, she headed towards the side of the facility to the left of Biscuit Room. This was where she suspected the back entrance to be, where she’d seen doctors go to and not come back until hours had passed, their uniforms smelling of fresh air. She knew more or less where the front entrance should be, but… There was the walk-in freezer that way, and she didn’t want to have to be alone in that room full of giant corpses. 

The outside had to be cold. There weren’t any windows for her to see what the outside was actually like, but she’d tried placing her hands on the metal walls at various times, trying to decipher when daylight was, and which sides of the facilities were east and west, but nothing. The metal had always been cold, extremely so. Then she’d seen snow on the doctor’s boots, one time he had forgotten to clean them before entering Biscuit Room, and everything had made sense. It was a winter island. She had no clothes except the stupid white dress they made her wear, but she could figure out how to get shelter once she was outside. She’d find a marine outpost in town, alert them of the situation, try to get help for the other kids…

She quickly hid behind a set of pipes. The back entrance was within her sight, and a group of doctors was near it. They seemed to be talking between themselves, something about Master Caesar’s plan. It wasn’t important right now, but she made sure to catch every snippet of conversation she could. Might come in useful, later, when the marines asked her to help in their investigation. 

The doctors (guards, probably. They weren’t really doctors, she had to remind herself again) approached the door. She felt lucky as she sighed in relief. She’d be able to sneak out, maybe she’d ask someone for directions to the closest marine base… 

Following at a careful distance, she saw the guards leave the facility and close the door behind them. No one was behind her, and there was nobody left in the room except for her.

After waiting a few minutes to make sure the doctors wouldn’t see her trailing behind them, she slowly walked towards the door, pulling the handle to open it. She’d been growing taller these past few months, she thought. Back when she’d been first brought here, she wouldn’t have been able to reach the handle. She was still shorter than the doctors, but she was pretty sure kids her age weren’t supposed to be this tall just yet. 

To say the outside was cold would’ve been a terrible understatement. It was freezing. She trembled for a moment, her body missing the warmth of the facility. She shouldn’t go back, but… She wasn’t sure she’d last out here. The snow gathering around her didn’t let her see much, but the facility didn’t seem to be inside a town. She’d need to walk whatever distance was needed until she reached the rural part of the island, and in these clothes…

Quickly making up her mind, she went back to the facility, grabbing a cloth bag hanging from the wall, one she was pretty sure was often used for bringing in supplies, and ripped it open, placing it around her shoulders like a cape. That’d have to be enough. 

As she left the facility, she headed towards the side that was opposite from the sea. She had no clue as to how to pinpoint the town’s location, so she’d just have to keep her eyes open for it. 

Walking was cold, though, her young limbs too used to the warmth of Biscuit Room. And as open as her eyes were, there was no town in sight, not at least as far as she could see…

But there were footprints. 

They weren’t footprints like the doctors’, at least she didn’t think so, they seemed more like… holes? Tiny ones, and there were plants growing near them. Someone else might’ve thought it was a coincidence, but Mocha wasn’t so sure. She hadn’t seen plants anywhere else on the island, especially not ones like these. 

Maybe it was a monster…

The footprints were too small for it to be something big, but it could have needle-like legs and a bigger body, like a spider…

As she got lost in thought, crouching down next to the footprints and trying to investigate their origin, she heard the ground rumble. Lifting her gaze from the ground, alarmed, she caught glimpse of a shadow settling on top the footprints she was observing. 

Something was standing behind her. 

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mink child

      Mian Ju often spent a while getting early to jobs and then waiting for her client to arrive. It was apart of the job when it wasn’t a huge sequence or travel like whenever she went to Wano or any government base. Nonetheless, she often found herself standing the dark, just…staring out and watching people. Noticing some familiar, some not. When she had been so many places, it became easy to pick out people that she had seen before. And even easier for those she sought out. Let it be consciously or not. 

      Now on occasion, she had worked with a certain Revolutionary group, but it was nothing huge, not at all. In fact she suspected the organization as a whole would never outright hire the masks’ services. Individuals were the ones to catch wind of her, hardly the uppers…But that didn’t mean she didn’t know about those in the ranks of the Revolutionary Army. From wanted posters to rambles she heard through her works with the marines…Yet what she surely wasn’t expecting, was to see not only a cloak reminiscent of some of the revolutionaries…but a glimpse of that tattoo. She couldn’t help but to call out. Though she immediately pressed her lips shut and went silent when the man actually turned to look and even answer.

      “ You… ”

      Eyes briefly wide, then she squinted, somewhat suspiciously. There was no way that the most famous wanted person alive was just…walking around this place. It was a minor town on a far off island. It would be stupid. Or maybe there was business with that army here?? She hadn’t heard of anything…Maybe she needed to look more into it. It could be a wannabe…A fake. That wouldn’t surprise her, and she’d never seen the man in the flesh before. Only wanted posters…

      “ Who are you- ”

      She asked again. Did he mishear her question? Then again if someoned asked her that question, she wouldn’t answer and would also divert. But that was purposeful…This man just seemed dumb. A bit. Which wasn’t what she would expect from who she thought it might be. More evidence that it wasn’t…

Dragon sighed, taking in the appearance of the kid. She didn’t look to be in need of money, at least in terms of clothing but… her face seemed… weird, for a lack of a better word. It might be a hint towards some sort of power, or it might be a scar left after an unsavory encounter with a devil fruit user or a particularly unpleasant attacker. 

Hopefully the nice clothing the child wore meant she had someone to take care of her, and was not in need of shelter. It was one of Dragon’s principles to help those in need -it would not bring peace to the world to ignore those suffering in it- but he had a mission to focus on. 

He’d come to this island in the hopes of tracking down the unidentified vendor of the strange masks some of his subordinates had begun sporting recently. It wasn’t an urgent matter, and it didn’t seem to be dangerous, but Dragon had the suspicion the masks were born out of an unnatural power, likely a devil fruit ability, and that they were not entirely harmless. Call it intuition, if you will. 

There wouldn’t be any problem if his theories were wrong, and the masks were truly harmless in nature, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that this was not the case. For the masks to be of innocent and harmless origin, to not procure any harm on neither the wearer or the maker, yet grant powerful abilities without any additional disadvantages, sounded too good to be true. After what he’d lived through, Dragon knew better than to take things like these at face value. 

At the moment, he was supposed to be looking for an individual with a blue scarf, one who, according to his intel, would deliver one of the masks to a client at this island and time. It would no doubt turn out to be a lower subordinate of the mask business, but it might be a decent place to grab a hold of some information regarding the unidentified leader of the scheme. 

The leader of this mask scheme was strange… First of all, it was uncommon for his revolutionaries to find themselves unable to track down such an apparently unremarkable individual, and then for the person behind this to have such carefulness so as to not reveal anything, anywhere… Human greed was a disgusting thing, but a real one. People always wanted recognition, and the power that came with it. To lead a scheme that involved even the Four Emperors, but not claim the title and power that such a thing inferred? It was suspicious. 

“...”

As he considered these facts, he noticed the child in front of him was wearing a blue scarf, just like his target. Could there be a connection…?

No, the evening was quite windy, and it wasn’t odd for a child to wrap themselves in something warm in such weather. It wasn’t an unusual accessory, and to accuse them of such immediately would be irrational.

But perhaps this wicked scheme was using children as their workers… He’d need to keep an eye out for this kid, in case she really was his target.

“Are you in need of help, child?” Dragon asked, ignoring the repeated question. “This is not a safe place for you. I have things I need to do, but if you seek shelter or safety I know some suitable places.”

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@jaiguilian asked:

" hey wait- wait who are you- " ( i gotta- hey dragon. )

Unprompted

The man turned around, sparing a glance towards the child that called his attention. He hadn’t expected someone to notice him as he lurked in the shadows of alleys to get around the crowded city, his current mission at the forefront of his mind. Who was this child? Why was she calling out to him?

“...”

Could it be she was in need of help? She seemed to be a mink, and their race was often looked down upon by ignorant scum. He wouldn’t be surprised to hear she was in a rough spot at the moment.

It wouldn’t do for a child to be alone in a dangerous place like this, in any case.

“...What is it?” he asked, granting her his full attention.

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