Post by The Prettiest Squish on Jun 20, 2017 14:54:24 GMT -5
Tarrot Town, a cesspool of criminals turned 'good' looking for redemption in their dank taverns and drunken stupors. Was it any wonder then that the buildings lining up the streets were barely hanging on to their rusted nails when all its residents could afford was another swish of booze? Perhaps, after all they were still decent folks just looking for a good time in this mess of a world. Yet they did nothing productive or enjoyable but stay caged in their bars and pubs! He would show them what all around fun could be had just with the power of sweets and sugar. For he was the Ice Cream "Man" Sundance Island so desperately needed! The one and only, Robbin Berry Daaz~
Strutting through the barren landscape under the shade of his man made canopy, Robb bounced his happy-go-lucky self in spite of the weary atmosphere. Down the street he carried himself, donned in a dark chocolate leather vest, a striped Neapolitan t-shirt underneath that matched his equally colorful haircut, tight denim shorts cut just above the knees and low enough so as not to expose his pasty white thighs. A pair of ordinary ochre beach sandals elevated his petite feet from the harsh road and were each decorated with a modest ivory white clam shell at the front. And the piece de resistance: a bright cherry red, well, cherry hairpin lay atop the eccentrically formed beehive - swirled in a mixture of a strawberry pink and chocolate. Given how dull and drab the fashion culture of Sundance appeared, it goes without saying the carefree child stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crud and dust of Tarot Town, yet couldn't care less how horribly out of place he was. Robbin felt and looked too content with just being alive that the silly notion of clothing conformity sounded absolutely ridiculous. And he carried that in his strut even past cutlass wielding thugs or rifle armed delinquents.
Yet aside from the occasional appearances of menacing Sundance citizens, the rocky roads were a bit too quiet and empty for the Dessert Boy's sake. Where was business to be had if there weren't any customers to serve? "Wheh is evewy buddy?" He thought aloud to himself. Continuing on with his nonchalant waddling through these empty streets, Robbin pondered where it was best to set up his boulevard of icy creams. He didn't have quite the keenest eye for these sorts of things; manual labor was one thing he could accomplish quite well but managerial and business duties just weren't part of his working repertoire.
But regardless of whether or not the boy was every bit the savvy salesman he yearned to be, this umbrella above him kept his head cool both figuratively and literally and under its shade even a novice such as himself could surely come up with something. Firstly, the bold Berry Daaz took note of his surroundings and the general mood. "Is so hot. And nyugh- dwy!" He spat out more dust than spit to his displeasure. The cottonmouth caused by the heat visibly irritated his palate something fierce that the lad began to slosh his tongue about to regain some moisture to his mouth but all in vain as the low humidity sucked every wet speck into the arid air. Befitting as a child, he found himself indulging in that most timeless of juvenile solutions to complicated problems, " WAHHH!! I dun like it heah! Naaghh, if only I had some ice cweam o' something!..." Suddenly, Robbin's eyes ceased dripping as did his nose when that thought eventually dawned upon him. His tongue wiped wide across his face from nostril to cheek leaving no trace of his fluids behind. But rest assured and hold your disgust as these 'fluids' were unlike that of normal humans or animals; for the berry and cocoa haired sonny was the consumer of the Desa Desa no Mi, a Devil Fruit with the power to create an endless serving of ice cream! Though as delightful this ability appears, production of such a treat through mucus and tears is unfortunately included in the fruit package.
"Ice cweam?...O-oh yeah. HaHAA!! Ice cweam!" He hastily made way for the closest spot of shade next to a saloon and sat himself down with his back to the creaking caramel boards. Turning a gargantuan machine strapped on his back to the front of him, the giggling little squirt popped out a tan yellow waffle cone from beneath it. A gluttonous grin invaded his previous carefree visage and the gleam of a craving shone in his eyes. "Ohhh boy! What should I have today? Hmmmm...Oh! Wainbow with spwinkles sounds gweat! Cuz this place is so booowing! HaHAA!" His mind made up, Robbin's hand swiftly hovered over the sacred pastry cone with mechanical precision and dead-on accuracy. His arm did not budge but slowly geared to and fro aiming the center of his palm into the exact bottom center of that waffle cone. From outside the scope of this view, he looked more like machine than the hyperactive boy just a few seconds prior. Even the hunger in his eyes glazed to a deathly hollow gaze.
Then suddenly, with the cold mechanical silence broken he spoke the magic words, "Servings!!", and a smooth milky spiral of seven different creamy hues spouted forth from his fingers and palm. The chill, gooey dessert plopped neatly into the orifice of the crisp, spiraled hot cake, the swirl of the seven colors matched the curves of the cone itself and Robbin knew that all was good. He sniffled back tears of joy and admired the edible palette pyramid. "It's so beaudi-boofy-foolybeau. Mmm...so pwetty!~" Drooling with anticipation, he widened the maw of his mouth for that savory first bite when whispers snuck from the side of him,
"Say...Ya ain't gonna share?"
"Haha, kids these days."
Strutting through the barren landscape under the shade of his man made canopy, Robb bounced his happy-go-lucky self in spite of the weary atmosphere. Down the street he carried himself, donned in a dark chocolate leather vest, a striped Neapolitan t-shirt underneath that matched his equally colorful haircut, tight denim shorts cut just above the knees and low enough so as not to expose his pasty white thighs. A pair of ordinary ochre beach sandals elevated his petite feet from the harsh road and were each decorated with a modest ivory white clam shell at the front. And the piece de resistance: a bright cherry red, well, cherry hairpin lay atop the eccentrically formed beehive - swirled in a mixture of a strawberry pink and chocolate. Given how dull and drab the fashion culture of Sundance appeared, it goes without saying the carefree child stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crud and dust of Tarot Town, yet couldn't care less how horribly out of place he was. Robbin felt and looked too content with just being alive that the silly notion of clothing conformity sounded absolutely ridiculous. And he carried that in his strut even past cutlass wielding thugs or rifle armed delinquents.
Yet aside from the occasional appearances of menacing Sundance citizens, the rocky roads were a bit too quiet and empty for the Dessert Boy's sake. Where was business to be had if there weren't any customers to serve? "Wheh is evewy buddy?" He thought aloud to himself. Continuing on with his nonchalant waddling through these empty streets, Robbin pondered where it was best to set up his boulevard of icy creams. He didn't have quite the keenest eye for these sorts of things; manual labor was one thing he could accomplish quite well but managerial and business duties just weren't part of his working repertoire.
But regardless of whether or not the boy was every bit the savvy salesman he yearned to be, this umbrella above him kept his head cool both figuratively and literally and under its shade even a novice such as himself could surely come up with something. Firstly, the bold Berry Daaz took note of his surroundings and the general mood. "Is so hot. And nyugh- dwy!" He spat out more dust than spit to his displeasure. The cottonmouth caused by the heat visibly irritated his palate something fierce that the lad began to slosh his tongue about to regain some moisture to his mouth but all in vain as the low humidity sucked every wet speck into the arid air. Befitting as a child, he found himself indulging in that most timeless of juvenile solutions to complicated problems, " WAHHH!! I dun like it heah! Naaghh, if only I had some ice cweam o' something!..." Suddenly, Robbin's eyes ceased dripping as did his nose when that thought eventually dawned upon him. His tongue wiped wide across his face from nostril to cheek leaving no trace of his fluids behind. But rest assured and hold your disgust as these 'fluids' were unlike that of normal humans or animals; for the berry and cocoa haired sonny was the consumer of the Desa Desa no Mi, a Devil Fruit with the power to create an endless serving of ice cream! Though as delightful this ability appears, production of such a treat through mucus and tears is unfortunately included in the fruit package.
"Ice cweam?...O-oh yeah. HaHAA!! Ice cweam!" He hastily made way for the closest spot of shade next to a saloon and sat himself down with his back to the creaking caramel boards. Turning a gargantuan machine strapped on his back to the front of him, the giggling little squirt popped out a tan yellow waffle cone from beneath it. A gluttonous grin invaded his previous carefree visage and the gleam of a craving shone in his eyes. "Ohhh boy! What should I have today? Hmmmm...Oh! Wainbow with spwinkles sounds gweat! Cuz this place is so booowing! HaHAA!" His mind made up, Robbin's hand swiftly hovered over the sacred pastry cone with mechanical precision and dead-on accuracy. His arm did not budge but slowly geared to and fro aiming the center of his palm into the exact bottom center of that waffle cone. From outside the scope of this view, he looked more like machine than the hyperactive boy just a few seconds prior. Even the hunger in his eyes glazed to a deathly hollow gaze.
Then suddenly, with the cold mechanical silence broken he spoke the magic words, "Servings!!", and a smooth milky spiral of seven different creamy hues spouted forth from his fingers and palm. The chill, gooey dessert plopped neatly into the orifice of the crisp, spiraled hot cake, the swirl of the seven colors matched the curves of the cone itself and Robbin knew that all was good. He sniffled back tears of joy and admired the edible palette pyramid. "It's so beaudi-boofy-foolybeau. Mmm...so pwetty!~" Drooling with anticipation, he widened the maw of his mouth for that savory first bite when whispers snuck from the side of him,
"Say...Ya ain't gonna share?"
"Haha, kids these days."
{Spoiler}Robbin: D96A96
Dude #1: Aquamarine
Dude #2: Tomato
Dude #1: Aquamarine
Dude #2: Tomato