@viciousbite
There's a curious Michi alone and exploring around, new scents and sounds. His tail and canine ears present as always. So far he hadn't found anything worth his interest so he's there to cause chaos as always by setting a few plants on fire out of boredom. "Aaa... Oopsie.." Maybe he had gone the wrong way on his seek for entertainment, but new Island and he had left his crew to deal with resupplies while he did his own exploring.
Another lazy day where he hopes to enjoy himself, his large persona laid on his favorite futon, eating a particular good apple, bathing in the afternoon sun. He loves to be in that position of power, his mantra scanning the busy streets down his cloud, his hidden Garden always feared by the Skypiean. He hears whispers, secrets… He bites on his apple and smiles, while he gathers all those forbidden knowledge to one day make them pay for their insolence. He loves to make them suffer, their ridiculous little whimpers such a delight for his ears and his soul. God is powerful and absolute, and God shall always be the one ruling over the world.
While he’s certain to have a wonderful day, something eventually disturbs his mantra. A sudden presence, close from his private garden, a few clouds under, where he stores a good amount of his personal plants and other flowers for his own pleasure. He smells the reeking scent of an intruder, a walking garbage. Soon, his eyes are wide open, the fool burning his plants, far away from knowing the deepness of Enel’s wrath and his capacity to endlessly torture those who are stupid enough to test his wrath. Throwing his apple away, he’s already turning under his logia form, an invisible threat, while he rushes to the place where he senses the intruder’s essence.
In the loudest crack, invisible until the very end of his trip, Enel’s figure is suddenly appearing behind the stranger, his fingers already clenched against his nape. With his natural strength, he would throw the man face against the dirt if he can’t escape, a wide smirk full of darkness and horrible promises twisting the corner of his lips.
“Yahahaha, I caught the dirty mouse who ruined my Garden...” He whispers in his ear, while he sends a large amount of electricity through his fingers, hoping to numb his nerves, and forbids him to talk, walk, or escape for at least a few hours, that particular ability turning his victims into puppets. “I value my plants more than your life… What you did to them today will be punished a hundred times. I have no mercy for fools like you…” He snarls, his fingers clenched strongly around his neck. “You will regret trespassing my Garden, disgusting vermin.”