Dressrosa, a home away from home? (Char, Open?)

[Farris (Kuro)]

Dressrosa... Farris wasn't sure what she had expected really. It wasn't the largest nor the smallest of Islands, but somewhere in the middle. It had a warm climate which was comfortable too. What she didn't expect was the sentient toys and how peaceful the people seemed. The Island also seemed to have this rocky border around it as if it were protecting those within. So this was the home of her new captain...

The ship she was on was a fairly eye-catching one but not too obviously one belonging to the blonde man. It had wing like decor carved into the wood and a few splashes of white paint here and there. It also wasn't one of the larger ships but Farris sort of preferred it, it was cozy and seemed practical consider it had few passengers. The normally dark clad musician found herself in much lighter and more flashy clothing than she'd normally wear. A bright yellow feathered top that connected to a choker style collar and left an open back. She favored a bright green-blue long skirt with black sandals. Her hair was loose rather it's usual tied back.

Something a bit brighter for the more upbeat and sunny Island. Normally, Farris enjoyed the attention her dark themed attire brought but she wasn't here simply for work but to get acquainted with the place, so it was better to try to blend in... Too bad her new captain had been the one she was taking fashion tips from and the Shichibukai was not the most casual of dressers.

She had first met Doflamingo under the name of "Alonso Quijano" while on a vacation of sorts. At first she'd been a bit wary of him, but after having a little "Adventure" with the man than ended in a successful business transaction, a shocking reveal of who her companion of the day was and an offer from said man to join him, Farris found herself flattered. She certainly couldn't see a downside to the offer as it would mean the end to her bounty problem. Thus after fitting herself with something more appropriate, at least based on what Dressrosa's ruler wore, she had set sail from Port Raffael where they'd met.

Farris had never been to the New World, A few places in the Paradise half of the Grandline, sure, but never as far as the New World. When you were a traveling musician you ended up in a lot of places with different crews going different places. That was going to change now though, at least so it seemed. They hadn't been docked long as she gazed out over the sea, maybe twenty minutes at most, and she doubted that the blonde was in much of a hurry. The feline-like woman started to play a bit of her Violin, testing the notes of a new song as she watched the waves of the ocean.

[EriChar]

"Fuffuffuffuffu... I suppose I have no 'folks' to bring a new girlfriend home to anyway..."

Donquixote Doflamingo

The gulls crowing in the heavens as they seemed to so often love, the warm climate that surrounded Dressrosa was like a gentle embrace for all of those who found their way to the land. Like an idyllic paradise, the land was blessed with good weather and warm sunshine, and it seemed that the golden object in the sky had risen long before the one that sprawled across the silk sheets of a bed in the captain’s room. A large, blonde shape snoring as he stretched over a bed that was entirely too big even for him, around the bunk was the remnants of an exciting evening as items of both men’s and women’s clothing littered the floor. A single evening hardly seeming to account for all the items that seemed to be spread across the room, either this had been a night of dress up fun or the entrants had been quite a few days without a housekeeper. Whatever the reason for the build-up of attire that decorated the cabin, it certainly seemed a good excuse for the depth of this man’s slumber. Yet, at this moment, he was enjoying his snooze alone.

Whatever company that had helped to make a mess of this cabin seeming to have departed, as the eyes of the captain flickered and he woke up, the sleepy man scanned his surroundings with hazy vision as his fingers found the rims of a rather chic pair of sunglasses. The windows through which one might view a tortured soul visible only for a few seconds, it seemed that the specs were the most essential item of this man’s wardrobe as he pushed them up his nose. Body exposed aside from his eyes, as the bespectacled blonde rolled over and sat up, it would have been quite a sight to behold had he not have been covered by the scant wrapping of a cream coloured sheet. Sitting in the middle of his bed as his mind woke up, it was almost as if he were some sort of computer starting up, his expression practically blank as the weary traveller pulled back the cobwebs of sleepiness.

Finally finding some semblance of waking after a few moments of lounging in his bed, the blank face of the man seemed to melt away and be replaced by something distinctive. The corners of this fellows mouth curling upward, a grin that was familiar to the whole world seemed to form as the sleepy soul remembered who he was. Donquixote Doflamingo awakening and assuming control of his slender body once more, he ran his hand through his hair slowly and looked around the room, recalling how he had gotten to this point.

Meeting a certain musical minx in a port with a name he couldn’t currently recall, after a game of identity deceit and some dealings with the black market, this lord of war had found that he had gained both a new crewmember and also someone fresh and exciting to share his bed. A whirlwind of delight and romance having followed, Doflamingo had let himself enjoy a little pleasure cruise as he returned to the seat of his little ‘empire’, catching a ride from one of the nearly innumerable crews that he had established a friendship with. Now, they were heading toward the pink country of flowers and fiery women that was known as Dressrosa.

“So… Fuffuffuffu… Where has my little songbird gotten to?” Chuckling to himself as he asked a question he would soon find the answer to, as his body lurched upward from the bed with a pair of pants retrieved from the floor in hand, the king of the land that drew closer yawned and pulled at least that one piece of clothing onto his body. Trousers tugged to his waist and buttoned as he moved toward the door, the man turned the handle and stepped out onto the deck to see what awaited him, his eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness outside even with the specs that he wore…

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[Farris (Kuro)]

The "Songbird" in question was still working the strings of her Violin in an expert fashion just outside the Ship's captain quarters in which they were staying. Farris didn't want to be too far from the blonde when he woke. In fact, she'd hoped to awaken him with the pleasant sound of music. The bluenette started with a few lines of vocals to accompany the sound.

"Fragments of time
Broken memories kept alive
Faintly whisper, as a lonely tear falls down
Slowly it traces
The scars that keep on crying"

Came the slow poetic sound of the woman in time to the violin she played. Unfortunately She didn't get much farther before she was greeted by none other then her new captain sporting those all to familiar sunglass, a set of pants and she suspected nothing else. "Morning Captain!" Farris greeted with a smile that was more of a smirk as she stopped her playing to greet the Shichibukai. "We docked just a bit ago, but I didn't want to wake you." She added before setting her Violin aside to give him her undivided attention.

"I'd hoped to wake you with a bit of music." She stated as she drew closer to her new lover. "Though on the other hand it might have had the opposite effect... " She stated as she moved to give him a quick kiss on the lips. She didn't want to be too affectionate as she still wasn't sure how he felt about things like public displays of affection and how much he wanted to keep their relationship private. "One of these days... I'm going to figure out how to make music that can reach anything... It's sorta a dream of mine. Silly right?" She stated after a moment, almost expecting him to call it childish or even chide her about dreams and reality. He wouldn't be the first to have done so after all.

[EriChar]

"Fuffuffuffu... You think it's easy work being an evil mastermind?"

Donquixote Doflamingo

Hearing the call of his ‘songbird’ long before he managed to set eyes on her, as his vision remained somewhat stifled from the transition from dark to light, the blonde man let his ears guide him as he strolled across the deck without shoes. The company of men that ran the ship seeming to avoid their tall guest out of either respect or fear, as one of those long arms reached behind the head of Donquixote Doflamingo to scratch his crown, it was quite the pleasure to see that the first thing he could focus on outside was the lovely form of his female falsetto. Gaze washing over the woman like a tide that wanted to take her in, as the song that his new musician had begun died away and she greeted him, the man in shades could not help but appreciate how the ‘climate’ helped her image. Dressed in a far more brazen fashion than she had been when they had met, the fleshy hints that Farris gave away stirred more than a few things, and the warlord was left in an uncharacteristic quietness as he met the lips of his lover affectionately.

“Fuffuffuffuffuuu… Dreams are supposed to be a bit silly. Wouldn’t something serious be too mundane to make the heart pound and the hand reach?” Chuckling, showing a much gentler side to his character than most got to see, while this man had given little interest in the notion of ‘dreams’ in his life, he had found the grand goals of others to be quite an entertaining prospect. A puppet master, while he loved to move and manipulate others, Doflamingo had picked up a passion for people watching somewhere or other.
“Besides, music known the world over is a legend that perpetuates itself, right?” Whilst he did not particularly share some lofty and romantic target like so many in the world, being too cynical and realistic to chase things down, he could relate to a certain degree because of the obstinate objective he held himself to. Not wanting to do something as adventurous as tracking down a lost treasure or form miraculous songs, the aim of this Donquixote was far more devilish.

Dominance and destruction the ideals that he chased down, while in another life he might have been more of a dreamer, unfortunately it was the disastrously naïve example of a parent that seemed to have killed this area of his imagination. Needing to learn to survive and have his revenge on the world, perhaps on some level this man had a degree of envy for the simple fools rushed after romance and adventure, but it was a world he would never step into. If there was something that he wanted, the warlord knew how to take it, but he never seemed to find many things he wished to pursue that were outside of his grasp. Perhaps the curse of being able to throw such a wide net over one’s wants was that a person never learned true desire? Whatever it was, it left him quite amused when he encountered a tolerable dreamer.

“Sooo…” Regarding the woman with a keen grin, having noticed the reluctance in her greeting kiss in the moments before, the blonde had an urge to show her how she could expect to be treated while in his service. His hand wrapping around the waist of the woman and tugging that fine frame closer to him, with a chuckle he seized the lips of his lover again, engaging her in a passionate show of his affection. While it was important to keep up a professional image in business, Doffy was fine with them being quite touchy feely in the lighter moments. After all, he usually spent his time on the island relaxing with at least one woman in his arms. As long as this girl could read the more serious atmosphere of working life and know when to hold herself back, he was happy to keep her close when things were more at ease. He was a king, after all, and his ‘subjects’ should know when to match his pace.


“Fuffuffuffuffu… Is this magic music going to have a verse about the dashing warlord who stole your heart?” Parting the kiss with a grin and cocking his head to the devotee he had discovered on his holiday, the relaxed man wanted to spend a little while longer enjoying this ‘break’ before being forced back into his work. A busy man, since all ten of his agile digits seemed to be stuffed into naughty little pies then he was left with little time to simply rest on his laurels. Always there seeming to be something or other that brought his mind to ‘business’, in those rare chances he got to duck his day to day responsibilities, he was not inclined to waste a single moment…

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[Farris (Kuro)]

The reply was one she should have expected, from the moment they met he seemed to have a way with words that was supportive in a way. "True, but you can get that from things that aren't silly... If we go by things that aren't mundane that make the heart race and the hand reach, Then we might as well classify you as a dream." Farris teased, wanting to caress his hand in her own but restraining the desire for the moment. She wondered if the Shichibukai before her had any dreams, desires sure, but he didn't seem the dreamer to her. Not that there was anything wrong with that of course. A man like him would be more likely to keep her grounded which considering she was in the New World, she'd need to be.

“Besides, music known the world over is a legend that perpetuates itself, right?” He'd then added and Farris smiled at that. "And you got to admit that it'd be pretty useful too." She stated pointing out that it could be practical. "I mean if you could communicate with anyone you could make allies with people no one else has ever even been able to." She added in thought, her mind already thinking on the implications. Fortunately the blonde was there to keep her mind from over thinking the topic with a simple “Sooo…”

The cyan haired beauty snapped her focus back onto her lover quickly as he wrapped a hand around her waist and drew her into an embrace. Her hands resting against his broad, bare chest as he kissed her. The bluenette slowly returned the kiss as she ran a hand up and through his short blonde locks. It was a kiss that was so much better than the little peck she'd given him a moment ago, and given that they were docked in Dressrosa for his crew and subjects to see, she knew he was not shy about public displays of affection now.

As the kiss ended, Farris maintained her hold on her new captain by wrapping her arms around his waist loosely. The grin that greeted her as she idly drummed her fingers against the small of his back brought a smirk to her own lips. “Fuffuffuffuffu… Is this magic music going to have a verse about the dashing warlord who stole your heart?” He asked and from others it might seem like playful mocking but the musician found it more endearing. "A verse, no." She replied honestly with a small chuckle of her own. She then buried her head in the nook of his neck as best she could. "No, for you my Doffy, I'm working on a very special song. Just for you." The cyan haired woman said affectionately into his ear, sure that he'd correct her if she was being too familiar at the moment.