@shifter-zarina In Heaven you’re still a brat if you’re under the age of 35. Of course Red-hair would still be legally a brat if he came here…
@yaoifanatic4ever One is not worried. No judge would be stupid enough so as to take Ace away from me. I only hope Portgas D. Rouge doesn't tag along - we have our own arrangements and they work fine.
Aerico: One of our characters nursing the other back to good health
I hope this is okay for you <3
I’ve never really written drabbles before but I hope this fits what they are
If you know Rhea, then you know she is accident prone, extremely accident prone. Anything that was there that you could walk into, she’d walk into it without fail. Same with anything that’s even remotely flat and unimpeded, she’ll trip over it. This time she had managed to fall down a small hole and got her non metal leg stuck. After a long and dragging wait of 5 minutes, she finally got the help she needed and was lifted out of the hole, although she managed to injure her knee in a way where it hurt when she walked on it.
Luckily the other who helped her out the hole was able to treat her. A small woman with long, flowing purple/blue hair. Rhea liked the look of it as it shone in the light. As the woman patched her up, the raven smiled at them. “Thank you, I’m kinda accident prone.. hehe..” Rhea nervously laughed, she was always covered in a plaster, bandage or something to indicate she had an injury, having a couple plasters on her face kinda already proved that.
@shifter-zarina Continued from the starter. Piccolo finally saw the person. A woman with purple hair, not too unlike Trunks' own. He looked her over. Low Ki, but enough to catch his attention. Obviously some sort of training but not nearly as strong as he was. So no threat. "Why are you here? Go home." He demanded. His peace and quiet was ruined. Ow and he would need to find his center again.
Send my muse questions they can only answer with “yes” or “no”
“Yes.” It’s not something he’d voice his opinion on or pressure any of his family members to do though. He wouldn’t mind being the godfather of a few little tykes, but it wasn’t something he yearned for either.
"Yoi Pops do you know of my abilities? I can shift shape, looking like just any living creature I can think of or have seen. Just one thing is still an issue. My eyes. Could you give me an advice on how to get them to change too? I'm not sure if it's because it's a limit to m abilities or not. Could be a mental block I put up when I was forced to eat the fruit and use the abilities I got from it." She looked at him, not sure if he could help or not, but hoping he at least had an advice for her.
I don’t suppose I can help you, child. Only one who eats whatever Devil Fruit they eat can fully understand its and therefore their abilities.
But if you can change into anything you recall… Would you transform into a monkey? I was told that in the Other World pirates would often carry animals such as monkeys as a souvenir. I wish to start a trend.
The small woman had to tilt her head a lot to even see Whitebeards face. Her orange eyes showed respect and kindness, as she looked at him. "You might be known as the World's strongest man and feared by many, but all I can read in your eyes are visdom and calmness. I like that." She smiled lightly.
Whitebeard didn’t even blink or show any sign of being touched by her kind words, though he was indeed feeling emotional. Why, she was just a child to his eyes and now like an infant she seemed, her eyes saying more than words possibly could.