Post by Ms. April Fool's Day on Aug 5, 2015 21:16:33 GMT -5
*Days Earlier*
A figure sat somewhere on one of the islets near a foggy loch. A pink winter coat and obnoxious orange ascot would instantly give away his presence as he sat on a mossy rock overlooking the water. In his delicate hands was a cheap fishing rod. He gripped it with his painted nailed fingers as he looked out into the loch, batting his expressive eyelashes.
"Been long since I had fresh water fish," he said, muttering to himself. "Hope nothing’s poisonous in this lake... thing."
Gale Panchito was lost. He was terribly, terribly lost. He ventured to the North Blue to discover the truth of a rumor that the sea was a bastion of fashion. Over the course of the last month, he used his unique abilities to steal from pirates, the wealthy and others to get by. Currently, he had come to learn more about the various fashion trends of the islets, particular their kilts. He was fascinated that a skirt was respected and adorned by both the men and women of the place. Considering himself to be both a man and woman himself, Gale knew he had to acquire one of these kilts... or at least know how to make one. He wasn't sure that it would make him a true Okama like he had hoped and dreamed, but it would at least be a step in the right direction.
All that changed when he fell asleep on what appeared to be one of the Pikt Archipelago’s islets. He had tied his dingy to a rock and settled down for a peaceful and, in his opinion, well deserved nap. When he came to, he was in the middle of a foggy forest, having apparently slept walked to that point. He was lost, having no sign of the sun or the sky to guide him in the dense fog. Fortunately, he had been lucky to be wearing his purse when he fell asleep (for fear of someone snatching it from him), so he had some supplies, but not many. As it was looking, he felt as though he would starve in this forest.
"I should never have left her," he said to himself as he looked at his pale, powdered face’s reflection in the water. "I’m a fool. I... need another nap."
Gale fell onto his back and immediately began to snore.
A figure sat somewhere on one of the islets near a foggy loch. A pink winter coat and obnoxious orange ascot would instantly give away his presence as he sat on a mossy rock overlooking the water. In his delicate hands was a cheap fishing rod. He gripped it with his painted nailed fingers as he looked out into the loch, batting his expressive eyelashes.
"Been long since I had fresh water fish," he said, muttering to himself. "Hope nothing’s poisonous in this lake... thing."
Gale Panchito was lost. He was terribly, terribly lost. He ventured to the North Blue to discover the truth of a rumor that the sea was a bastion of fashion. Over the course of the last month, he used his unique abilities to steal from pirates, the wealthy and others to get by. Currently, he had come to learn more about the various fashion trends of the islets, particular their kilts. He was fascinated that a skirt was respected and adorned by both the men and women of the place. Considering himself to be both a man and woman himself, Gale knew he had to acquire one of these kilts... or at least know how to make one. He wasn't sure that it would make him a true Okama like he had hoped and dreamed, but it would at least be a step in the right direction.
All that changed when he fell asleep on what appeared to be one of the Pikt Archipelago’s islets. He had tied his dingy to a rock and settled down for a peaceful and, in his opinion, well deserved nap. When he came to, he was in the middle of a foggy forest, having apparently slept walked to that point. He was lost, having no sign of the sun or the sky to guide him in the dense fog. Fortunately, he had been lucky to be wearing his purse when he fell asleep (for fear of someone snatching it from him), so he had some supplies, but not many. As it was looking, he felt as though he would starve in this forest.
"I should never have left her," he said to himself as he looked at his pale, powdered face’s reflection in the water. "I’m a fool. I... need another nap."
Gale fell onto his back and immediately began to snore.