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革命軍はキミを待ってる！by 格闘王国

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   Unsure of whether to be glad or terrified that the huge bag that she had with her almost every time he saw her contained what looked like about a million CDs, Mihawk stared at the dance teacher in half awe, half shock. Thankfully, it caused them no troubles on the road, as the traffic wasn’t very busy that day, but he still had to wonder (with his eyes back on the highway now); were all those in that bag of hers all the time?

   He shrugged it off. Everybody has got something, right? He, for instance, always had the latest Oxford Dictionary edition with him, just in case. One never knew when a wild youngster would throw an abominable neologism at them, and being prepared was a must for a teacher - hence the habit of carrying a huge dictionary everywhere he went was born.

   The music began playing moments after Marianne begun digging through the enormous carrier case, and surprisingly enough, it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. In fact, he quite liked it - so far, that is. One could almost say the tunes were calming. “Is that what they play in videogames?” He raised a brow. “That’s surprising.” Just as the fact that she was probably a gamer. The things you don’t know about your colleagues…

   For a moment, he fell silent and focused on driving instead. This part was rather tricky - all turns and red lights and so on - and talking to his fellow teacher was just too distracting. So rather than missing their turn and getting there late, or, God forbid, lost - he let the conversation die out for now. And it worked just as he had hoped. The car soon pulled up to a considerably smaller forest road, and he let out a content sigh. With this out of the way, he could finally say what’s been on his mind for over twenty minutes now.

   “You know,” he spoke up, turning his head to give Mari a short glare, “getting other people’s suffering on your camera is quite cruel. Is that a dancer thing?”

[thebansheeofcorain]

With the comfortable silence seeming to stretch on, Mari quickly found herself getting comfortable in the... uncomfortable chair, fuck she should have brought a cushion or something. First thing she was going to do when they arrived, yoga. 

Using her phone to take occasional snapshots of the varying scenery they passed on their journey, she stopped only when the battery began flashing orange, around five minutes before they reached the small forest road, which she knew would probably do wonders to the undercarriage of that car, god it’d need a tune up after this, probably a new suspension. 

She cast him a brilliant smile at his accusing tone and glare however, because no it wasn’t just a dancer thing, it was more a Mari thing because it was cruel, it was unusual, and it was hilarious. “’Hawk, I plan to document this for any future holiday ventures, to show that perhaps... lumping us all together in one place, is probably not the best idea, perhaps over a series of get away spots would have been better... I do this for purely educational reasons” 

oh who was she kidding 

“--Plus it’s going to be hilarious watching those two idiots argue over who’s opinions ring true, and you cant say it’s not going to be because it is, I give them a day until they either A: get a room and screw it out, or B: choke each other” She wasn’t going to mention the bets to the English professor, he probably didnt have the constitution for the knowledge that tutors were legitimately placing bets on whether or WHEN the Religion and science professors were going to get caught jumping each others bones. 

But considering they were all together on one little vay-kay in a woodland retreat, it was definitely going to happen. “I’m betting on the former” 

[devouriing-blog]

Đance Đance~~

[devouriing-blog]

He huffed with irritation at the woman’s words, arms crossed tight over his taunt chest.  Why was he doing this again? Oh, right. Nonna had a ball coming up and he wanted to dance with her.

                        —Whatever

Avery walked over with the other’s, a look of irritation obviously sparking in his pretty blue hues.

     “   Yes, ma'am…    ”

[thebansheeofcorain]

With the newbie easily dealt with, Mari stepped into her own office across from the studio entrance, placed her coffee and bag on her desk, closed the door and locked it. 

Todays rota of classes began with ballroom, which would probably explain the new guy, probably a party he wanted to impress someone at, she didnt know, but if he was new to it all... she’d have to spend more time with him than anyone else, to get him up to speed and at the same level of the regulars that attended.

Ugh... effort. 

She swigged a cup full of her coffee before donning a light summer skirt over her leggings, flat shoes and a thinly strapped vest top, apparently nobody could take ballroom seriously unless flowing clothes were a present thing. She gave the class an extra five minutes while she tied up the mass of blonde curls tightly, before she re-entered the studio space, strode across the room, closed the doors, then locked them. 

Anyone late to her class, too bad, she would not wait on tardy students. 

“Ladies, gentlemen... welcome to Ballroom” she began as she stepped back to front and centre, facing the attendees with an air of authority which she tended to only use in front of her students “-- As we have a few new students with us today, after warm ups, we’ll be going over basic steps for ten minutes before going onto what we were doing last week.” a round of nods was her response from what she could see, the usual really not many of her students were ever very vocal when she instructed them 

“-- Now I want everyone to just stretch yourselves out, any stretches you like, or know well enough, go ahead, just limber yourselves up” any stretches were good as long as they got the student loose enough to move freely without risk of injury. 

[devouriing-blog]

Đance Đance~~

               thebansheeofcorain

          “   Sorry, I’ve no time for the likes of you.~   ”

He told quite sassily. A hand rose to shoo her away, sleek features showing Avery’s quite obvious disdain for the other.

[thebansheeofcorain]

Thermos of coffee in hand, Mari had approximately... five hours sleep the night before, having been grading mock audition videos from her weekly job at the secondary school, and so entering her own studio, to find a new sassy ass twerp in her studio, amongst the plethora of regular attendee’s... probably wasn’t going to brighten her day. 

“Well unless you suddenly have a degree in performing arts, I suggest you make time. You’re in my class cariño, so shoo shoo yourself” she copied his gesture, shooing him towards the back where others were getting themselves ready for the class. 

[thebansheeofcorain]

Asthetics; MarIanne Madriz

//I’ll be making one of these for each OC i think 8D

[thebansheeofcorain]

“How many of you bitches wanna get wasted?”

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"Do you mortals not threaten each other and pass it off as jokes? I do not see how mine is  different.”

Besides, it took five gods to seal him. And those gods were long asleep. 

[thebansheeofcorain]

“Friends do, and if I'm not mistaken, we’re not friends” and even then, it was a gray area to threaten your friends in the new world, even jokingly, the New World was awash with very dangerous men and women, making threats so cavalierly on those seas, no matter who or what you were...

Was a bold move.

“It don’t matter who you are, or who you know, you tread lightly in the new world, there’s always someone stronger than you out here” 

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“Hm. I wouldn’t know, I have been sealed for thousands of years that I am lacking in the current happenings of the world.” He mused more to himself as the giant of a god looks at the starts, as if asking for questions to be answered. No, he was merely asking Nemesis, the goddess of the stars. 

[thebansheeofcorain]

“Perhaps you should catch up then, people around here don’t take too kindly to death threats, sweetheart” she advised, showing very little care to his wistful stare to the stars 

“You may find yourself very quickly re-sealed” 

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“Mortals truly have become disgusting to behold.” No respect for their elder gods and such. A grunt before his eyes stare into the other, a emotionless depth. 

“You are like the rest of your arrogant species. Before I crushed them. What would make you so different. “

[thebansheeofcorain]

“Surely a species wide genocide via grumpy egotistical red head would have been in the papers at some point” whoever or whatever this guy was, he was either completely out of his mind, or a long way from home.

Because people in the New World, didn’t speak like that unless they had a Yonkou backing them, or at least a pretty hefty bounty on their heads, this dude had neither. She’d have heard of him by now.

“--Has someone had a few too many drinks?”

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Such arrogance coming from a mortal, that his teeth grit together for a short moment before he speaks up once again. 

“Arrogant mortal, aren’t you. Perhaps instead of forcing it I shall gift you instead with the mercy of death.”

[thebansheeofcorain]

“--OR” she countered quickly, before flipping the overly large, egotistical red head off “you can sit on this and swivel”  

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“Speak now mortal or be gifted with -death-.”

[thebansheeofcorain]

“What is it with big men and equally big ego’s?” Completely unimpessed with his greeting, if you could call it that, and even more unimpressed by his height, she'd seen bigger.

"--did someone not give you enough hugs as a child?"

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   Mihawk had barely begun driving, but he was feeling worn out already. Not that he’d been lacking sleep, a professor could deal with any kind of a sleep deficit. It was her. That woman was like a sponge that had the ability to soak up all the energy around it. Or at least Mihawk would hold onto the theory, for as long a she’d keep using that ridiculous nickname that, sadly, even some students came to adopt. Or perhaps a great majority of them. She was to blame. And no, he was still not over it.

   “Pick whatever you like,” he waved off her warning, not really giving it much thought. “As long as you can pay attention to both music and the car map, all should go smoothly.” Oh, had he mentioned she was in charge of navigating? He couldn’t quite recall, but he’d watched her dance a couple of times before; if she could find her way around the studio while doing all those terrifyingly wild moves, she’d surely be able to guide them to the meeting place.

   Despite feeling rather tired and looking quite cranky, the literature professor was actually sort of looking forward to this. The whole idea was first brought up at a teachers’ meeting a couple of months back, and he deemed it stupid and uncalled for. However, a few months after, he was so done with this year’s freshmen who thought that Machiavelli was ‘kinda like Aristoteles’, that he proposed the idea be brought back to light. Most of the teachers seemed fairly enthusiastic about it, and they were granted the opportunity to spend the weekend away from the city, the university and the students, in the middle of nature. Mihawk was glad.

   So, not wanting to seem too stuck up, he took a breath and told himself: conversation. Conversation is where human interaction and social life start.

   “Well then, Mari,” he addressed the dancer on his side, “are you also pleased to take the opportunity to get away from work-related things? I must say, I was on the brink of insanity, and this trip came in quite handy.” Awkward, yes, but he was trying.

[thebansheeofcorain]

It took her approximately two minutes of rummaging to locate his stash of CD’s, and an extra minute to conclude that he had zero taste in music, apart from the odd classical CD slotted amongst the clusterfuck of what, she really couldn’t see herself listening to any of it for the duration of the road trip, maybe she’d put in the classical one nearer to the end of the drive... “--huh? Oh... er, yeah... yeah I can do both” she muttered in between flipping through the CD cases, before placing them all back in their original little hidey hole and dragging her own damn collection out of her shoulder bag. 

Which she’d thankfully kept with her and not in the trunk. 

The collection was kept in its own little zipped up carrier case, which she quite literally took everywhere with her, given the fact that really the only places she went too were work, her own private studio where she taught on the weekends and home. The collection was obviously super well travelled. yes. 

“Cariño~ I have been looking forward to this trip since the moment you brought it back up last month” she admitted, a broad grin growing on her lips, a grin that held just the slightest hint of mischievousness “--Do you know, how chaotic it’s going to be having both World Religion professors and Science professors on one trip? This will be glorious, and I’ll get it aaaaall on camera” she emphasized her words by wiggling her camera bag in barely restrained glee. 

Of course she felt a little sorry for him after he’d mentioned bordering on insanity, because this particular trip probably wouldn’t help him all that much unless he legitimately became the very definition of loner hermit while out there, but she was really just too amused by the prospective chaos to be all that empathetic. 

And that’s when she popped in an original soundtrack to a game that’d come out a year prior, the player whirring for a moment before the sounds of a cello filled the vehicle, closely followed by a soothing harp, the tune almost Mayan in nature “hmmm see i love video game scores, such beautiful untapped resources~”

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Meet The Muse

[thebansheeofcorain]

Hover over the links for a brief description!

|| The Basics || Nickname(s): Mari, ‘Banshee’ Age: 25 (post skip)  Species: Human/Devil fruit user (OP verse) 

|| Personal || Religious Belief: Agnostic (She believes there’s something after death, but she’s not sure about if anything governs it)  Sins: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath Virtues: Chastity / Charity / Diligence / Humility / Kindness / Patience / Justice Primary Goals In Life: Get revenge on Rob Lucci for the death of not only her father, but the 499 other sons, brothers, husbands and fathers who were brutally murdered for the sole crime of surrendering.  Languages Known: General spoken dialect (OP!verse), English/Spanish (Modern!AU) Secrets: many and most of them arent her own.  Quirks: Loves sharp pointy things, has to have her hands busy so will occasionally twirl knives in between her fingers, touching things (Example: hugging, occasional brushes of touch, she’s a touchy person) Savvies: Dancing, using sharp weaponry, fighting...  

|| Physical || Height: 170.18 cm (5’7”) Weight: 60.3 kilos (133 lbs) Scars/Birthmarks: Mari has many scars down her body, a few down her arms and across her hands through learning how to use a knife by herself, however there’s one noticeable scar on her right arm, where a ‘Bachi’ Shigan hit her upon her first encounter with Lucci at age 13.  Abilities/Powers:  Mari has complete mastery over sound and all it’s properties, able to manipulate it to however she sees fit, in either recreational, offensive or defensive techniques, She’s also pretty handy in a hand-to-hand fight.  Restrictions: Cant swim, allergic to bee stings.

|| Favorites || Favourite Drink: Lemon and Honey Tea.  Favourite Pizza Topping: Margherita Favourite Colour: purple, blue.  Favourite Music Genre: orchestral, Blues, Jazz Favourite Book Genre: Action/thriller Favourite Movie Genre: Action/Adventure Favourite Season: Summer Favourite Butt Type: She doesn't really pay attention to butts...  Favourite Swear Word: Fuck. Favourite Scent: Sea breeze and Lavender  Favourite Quote: “A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage.” - Hero’s Shade

|| Fun Stuff || Bottom or Top: Versatile, prefers top.  Sings In The Shower: Yes (badly) / No Likes Bad Puns: definitely Name: Marianne Madriz Morality: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic / Good / Gray / Evil Build: Slender / Scrawny / Bony / Fit / Athletic / Herculean / Babyfat / Pudgy / Obese / Other. Favourite Food: Sushi or Carbonara.  "Boss" Theme Music: Gerudo Valley - Super Smash Bros. Their Opinion On The Mun: “Anyone who’ll learn an entire new language just so their original character can rant accurately, is alright by me” Tag 10 People:

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By now, Mihawk was practically glaring at his watch. One might almost worry he could make it explode, with such an intense glare. But it was well past the time they’d settled on - hell, it was three whole minutes past 2:30 - and his colleague was still missing. The professor was beginning to grow frustrated, and he didn’t even know what was ahead of him yet.

It was 2:41:35 exactly when the door on the passanger side opened, a mess of golden locks poking inside the car, the woman they belonged to ordering him to do things, after being ten minutes late. Horrifying. Mihawk gave his Alpina watch the saddest look he possibly could, and pushed a button with a small trunk icon. He probably should have offered help, but he’d not yet overcome what that woman just did to him - that, and he was thoroughly convinced that Mari could manage the… way too many bags she had. As a dance teacher, she had to control a whole class full of incredibly lively youngsters, so he supposed that a couple of comfortably inanimate objects wouldn’t be a problem.

Mihawk could only hope she didn’t simply stuff them in the trunk in no order, she was back to the front way too fast for his tastes. And suddenly, lots of sunniness filled the darkness inside the car - he blamed her hair.

Well, at least she was easily spottable. 

"I’m glad you could make it," mumbled the man only a tiny bit sarcastically. Oh shut up, he had every right to be at least a little snarky. She turned up ten minutes later than she should have. And even though he’d been doing his best to become at least a somewhat okay person (since he apparently couldn’t be a nice one), he still kept to what he had thought all his life: Punctual people can be trusted. 

But never mind that. These things happened, right? Yes they did. And this was a relaxation trip. He should loosen up.

With a determined look in his eyes, he started the car, and beginning to drive towards the highway he adressed the woman next to him: "What kind of music do you listen to? You can tune the stereo, if you wish."

   They say that content women are less dangerous.

[thebansheeofcorain]

With the trunk open, Mari lugged most of her bags around to the rear end of the car, pausing in surprise at how neatly the professor had organized his suitcase and things in the back, it was like a perfect game of Tetris, note to self: never play Tetris against Mihawk, and while tempted as she was to mess it all up because extreme organization went hand in hand with extreme chaos -fact-, she chose to neatly place her suitcase beside his, camcorder bag nestled into a nest made of her jacket to stop it from jostling around and what appeared to be a gym bag packed in just neatly to the rear of his bag. 

Her camera remained with her. Three separate batteries, all charged and packed, four memory cards with zilch on them, she was READY to document this shit-storm for future hilarity. 

Because never put a bunch of people with VERY different interests on one trip, chaos would ensue, and she'd get every single second of it documented. 

Closing the boot she quickly jumped into the passenger side, closed the door and got herself buckled in "oh it was only ten minutes" she scoffed "I have kids arrive to class later than that" she really didnt want to explain that she'd fallen asleep atop a pile of really shit written choreography attempts the night before. "--Of course they miss warm ups but hey fuck them they're late" 

But then the offer to pick the music had been a surprise, it was no secret that Marianne Madriz had an... interestingly wide range of favourite songs, most of them held a certain catchy rhythm to them however, music perfect for dancing too, MANY of them making an appearance in her early class warm ups, the dance hall always being filled with some catchy tune or another. 

"Oooh that's a dangerous power to give to a dance teacher 'Hawk, sure you wanna give me that power? You might end up stuck listening to the beach boys for all you know" 

[thebansheeofcorain]

☽

accidental affection - send me ☽ for my muse to drunkenly confess feelings to yours

Business trips had started to mean something entirely different, now, instead of boring meetings in towns not so far away, they had begun travelling around close islands, exploring the towns, just getting away from the craze-fest that was noble life. 

Mari had been immensely grateful that he’d even gone along with the scheme, going behind his fiancée’s back for a bit of adventure, she’d been sure she’d have snapped by now if he hadn’t. 

She made out like she didnt notice the remarks, the little comments the nobles made, about her personality, how it needed to be tamed… but she noticed, oh she noticed everything, and so to prevent the massacre which would inevitably follow, she’d found solace in alcohol, much like her noble friend’s solace in nicotine. 

Now however, they’d managed to mix the two, her love of alcohol, and his love of adventuring, finding themselves nestled quite happily in a bar, amidst a town, on an island, about a day and a half’s sail away from Dawn, nobody knew them there, nobody knew Sabo to be a noble, nobody knew she to be a devil fruit user, both just enjoying the endlessly flowing alcohol and the pleasant company of the locals. 

Actual bliss, mind numbing cheer and carefree laughter filling the tavern to the brim with good vibes. infectious good vibes which only helped to further the drunken state of the frizzy haired blonde, currently sat atop the table she shared with the noble, large tankard of Port sat beside her, half empty. Not her first. Nor her second. 

She probably should have stopped at two, Port seemed to have this wicked way with her senses, acting quicker than anything else to just to slam her into the most ridiculously drunken state she could have been in. 

Words slurred, laughter unending without any actual reason for her to have the giggles, except for the matching cheerful appearance of her noble. He looked good smiling, laughing, without a care in the world, it suited him… and really she’d have loved to tell him that, in those words, those words exactly because those words were eloquent and wouldn’t make things weird but what actually came out resembled more 

”You’re… you are really… really cute, you know… wait no, cute… not the word—” she shook her head, frizzy hair flopping over her face as she moved, “—better word, stupidly hot thaaats the word-phrase" she laughed, hand barely catching herself before she slipped off the table with how she moved 

”So… so hot you’d… you’d make a dragon retire" perfect word choice. Yes. 

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2:15

Mihawk checked his apartment for one last time. Windows; locked. Fridge; emptied. Electronic devices; unplugged. Blinds; down. More valuable items; resting in their special cabinet, cabinet locked, lock hidden in a pot with a cactus. Cactus; tended to. The whole place seemed absolutely tiptop. Yes, from this point of view, he was ready to leave. He looked at his watch. Two minutes had passed, and he decided that yes, he really should get going. He’d checked everything three times exactly, his place, his luggage, himself. His cactus. Yes, he was ready.

2:20

The traffic was surprisingly not busy at all, as if everybody in the city knew that a bunch of college teachers decided to go for a field trip. Mihawk was pleased to see that; not that he actually believed that people knew the teachers had decided to reward themselves for their hard work, but he was glad to see the streets as calm as they were. The car ride would be smooth and easy, just as he liked it.

2:28

He parked in front of his colleague’s house, turning the car stereo volume down a bit. For a moment, he was going to distract himself by checking his emails from phone, but then he put the damned thing back down. This was a trip. No working was allowed. He settled down on staring at his watch intently instead.

2:31

She was late. Christ.

[thebansheeofcorain]

2:00

Mari had awoken. The blaring sound of her second alarm jolting her from what was actually the best damn dream she'd had all week, something about pirates, it'd been fun that was all she cared about, but now she was back in reality and... reality sort of sucked. 

She had Mihawk, Lit professor coming to pick her up for some ridiculous professors retreat in half an hour and she had... yet to even pack. Admittedly not her finest example of organization. 

2:15

In the shower and out again, ten minutes to wash hair, another five to dry the frizzy mass, thank Oda for the beautiful invention of hair driers, without them she'd be doomed to a life of perpetually damp crazy hair. 

2:20

With towel wrapped around her body, the blonde had her hair drier in one hand, the other frantically packing clothing into the suitcase she had set up to pack the night before, ah the joys of accidentally falling into a super extended nap while grading choreography. Not even very good choreography either, they were written up dance moves and really... only one or two pieces actually had a decent flow to them. 

Really she had to talk to those kids about how adding something in because they saw it in 'step up' and it looked 'cool' wasn't the best way to go about creating a dance piece. 

2:30

Dressed and haphazardly packed, Mari dashed about the house, toothbrush still in her mouth, hair brush caught in frizzy hair, plants watered, notebooks packed, camera and camcorder in their bags, she yanked the stray brush out of her blonde mass of frizz, tied up the mess in a messy pony tail, set the TV to record her favourite shows and by 2:40 she was SET. 

AAAAAAnd he was outside, how long had he been there? Why hadn't he honked. Oh god she'd made the lit professor wait, and if there was one thing nobody wanted to do, it was annoy the lit professor... there was just something about him... he was nice, no doubt there but... there was an ominous tint to him that gave you the impression that he'd stab you at the next available opportunity if you pissed him off. 

Probably why she'd gotten along with him. 

2:41

She was out the door, door locked, bags over her shoulder, suitcase in her hand, tugging the hefty thing towards the burgundy vehicle, hair still slightly dripping because as heavenly as hair driers were, they always missed a spot. Always. 

"I'm here! i'm alive! open the trunk so we can go!" she instructed after she tugged open the passenger side door.

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{✿} “Well I don’t remember agreeing to playing such a sport.” Camilla’s words came out as a huff while she crossed her arms. “Nor do I see anyone else playing.” What kind of game of dodge ball wast this?

[thebansheeofcorain]

"Agreeing to it takes out the reflex practice!" surprise dodge-ball was always more effective than planned dodge-ball. "I can get other players though if you really want me too"