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[condemnedbysunset]

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[elusvepirate-archive]

Kai has gotten caught stowing away on @gurararara ship;

┆❦┇She was really slacking today.It was already a bad idea for her to try anyways, but their was no other choice. Kai didn’t want to stay on this Island any longer and it just so happened that the Moby dick was leaving.

Sneaking on was the easy part staying hidden was the challenge. Everything was going well til a crew member spotted her. With no place to run Kai’s only option was to surrender. She was forced to hand over her bag and weapon.

    W h a t      r o t t e n    l u c k

The woman was then escorted to the ship's captain”Whitebeard”. Staring up at the giant man she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. He is a legend for a reason. Kaito was almost speechless for about five seconds” Can I have my things returned to me?”

[bloominghands]

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            The archaeologist cranes her neck to look upward at the mighty man before her, forcing a nervous tremor from running its course up and down her spine. While she was nearly fearless and quite powerful herself, when one was before someone so strong it was only natural to feel a bit of hesitance before speaking. Still, when she does, her tone is clear and polite and her smile is kind despite the caution she felt. 

  “I apologize for disturbing you-” She says, reaching up to brush a strand of raven hair behind her ear absentmindedly. “but I can’t say I ever thought I’d get a chance to meet you, . . . You’re something of a legend you know, and so much so that I wouldn’t be insulted if you didn’t know who I was.” 

                     “That being said, would it be rude of me to ask for a few minutes of your time?”

[multimonk]

gurararara said: -waters him everyday twice a day and gives offers him extra bananas-

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NORMALLY nothing would happen obviously

But this is crack

That means MONK IS MAGIC

No giant Monk, but he did multiply and now Moby has about 10 to 15 little Monks running around, chewing on stuff and begging for people to throw a stick.

And Monk is so proud of his... P... Pups?

[flamingmarco]

gurararara replied to your post:M!A Marco is now female (time however long you can...

“At least we won’t have to worry about the egg supply at breakfast anymore, gurarara~”

“O-O-Oyaji!!!!!! Don’t lower yourself to their level!!!”

The embarrassment was showing in the red of her face, the egg joke seemed to never grow old, even as a man - it would creep up as an ongoing comic.

“I-I-I would never-”

[petalled-detergent-archive-blog]

gurararara from here:

“What’s got you wanderin’ my ship so aimlessly, eh Camilla?“

{✿} “Sorry sir, I was just checking if Rosa came back from her mission yet.”

[flamingmarco]

Cold Beginnings

gurararara

Marco’s tea had gone cold; untouched and still it sat beside him on the table.

With legs drawn up, he pulled into himself, not quite ignoring the man that sat across from him, whose eyes seemed to have affixed to something beyond the window panes.

Glowering eyes filtered over, icy orbs boaring into its target, unfazed by the idea that the victim of such glare would look over and catch his eyes in the malicious attack.

The young bird did not care however, he was distrusful by nature and the man that watched the world outside called for suspicion… Not that Thatch thought so, but to a degree, that was understandable for this blonde traveller had saved the young cook. Spared him from a young death.

This blasted stranger.

He had achieved something.

And it was something that Marco could not do.

It infuriated him, gripped his very core in anger, that he had to be grateful for this odd person, this smiling and far too cheerful nomad… For saving the only friend he had ever known, the young aspiring chef who had kept him off the streets by sharing his accommodation.

Tsk.

What made him so important?

He was in the right place at the right time and with a shining heart of gold…

And where was Marco you may ask?

…

“Don’t think you can laze around here forever”, the blonde child growled, “This ain’t your house yoi”

There seemed to be no stir from the older man.

“Oi…. Oi old man. Are you listening to me? Are you hard of hearing!?”

Gritting his teeth, Marco pulled himself to his dirty, exhausted feet and slunk over to the door, his droopy eyes narrowed. Thatch had been hurt, Marco had gotten there in time for that - watching someone you cared about bloodied was not for anyone, no matter how faint of heart you may be.

It was a lucky swipe, his eyes unscathed, just a bloody cut that would scar forever, but a scar is better than the other options.

Why had he been so useless?

Why can’t his powers reach beyond himself?

Why couldn’t he use them on Thatch?

Sighing deeply, he went to open the door - there was so much to worry about, with the restaurant half burnt down meaning Thatch was out of work for a few weeks and Marco having thrown his apprenticeship as a map maker down the drain in order to rush across town just to try and save Thatch the few nights before - there was little means of living.

The shelter over their head was being left to them from the kind will of Thatch’s employer, letting them stay until they figure something out.

This random man had gotten involved and saved them that night… But what did he want? There was no treasure they could offer him.

“….Hey…. Old man. What is it that you want?”

The question was direct… But in essence it boasted a much bigger one; what was it that this man sought after. Did he have some sort of goal? Marco had lost his opportunity now, having lost the apprenticeship. He would have grown to be a navigator and he and Thatch would have joined some boat’s staff, as a cook and a navigator…

But now…