See you at Sabaody! Straw-Hat's Assemble!

[Tori Tori Chopper]

Two years have passed since the war of the best unfolded at Marineford, after Kuma's actions during the first arrival at Sabaody, the Straw-Hats were sent all over the world with prior intent to meet back in two days. After an event caused by Luffy, his Nakama received a message behind his actions to meet again at the promised place in two years time rather than three days. After these years of training and absence from the world the Straw-Hats venture to reunite at the Sabaody with new experiences and skills under their belts, ready to put them to the test and explore the New World as the Straw-Hat pirates! As the continuation of their adventure awaits them with this first step! A certain straw hatted pirates makes his way to the island with strong expectations and new-found strength in himself after these two years, arriving the island aboard a warlords ship with hope and eagerness to see his Nakama boiling and ready to explode!

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'Oioi! Hancock! How long now?'
'It's just coming into view my loooove!~'
'I don't see anything!'
'Oooh!~ You're so oblivious its adorable!'

A large sigh followed the Warlord to fall to her knees, the directionally confused individual turning to see the woman fall as the tree-line of Sabaody was noticed at the front of the ship rather than at the side. 'Oh, thank you Hancock.' he moved to the front of the ship patting the keeled woman on the back as she passed, her entire body jolting as if she had been shocked with joy, launching her head up into the air with a scream as she fell backwards with her hand on her forehead mumbling to herself. The teen's attention was locked however, the Grooves he had once been to two years ago drew closer and closer towards the vessel, the speed of their arrival leaving the straw-hatted pirate with a larger and larger grin on his face. 'I wonder if the others are already there... Oooh~ I wonder how strong they've gotten these past two years?' Luffy's verbalised curiosities were leaving him impatient, his eagerness to reunite with his crew was unfathomable, not to mention their next adventure was right around the corner! The New world was so close now! 'Luffeeee!~' The alluring voice beckoned once most from behind him, turning in confusion only to be met with a gigantic bag displayed before him. 'That thing is huge!' His natural urge to test himself came into play, it seemed Hancock was listing things she had placed inside it though Luffy was honestly more interested in trying to lift it, an easy task but none the less a nuisance to hold onto. 'Idiot! Its too large!' A smaller woman yelled from beside them as she pointed her stick at the bag. The other female warriors began to pull bits and bobs from out of the bags large openings, closing it up as Luffy wiggled back into the straps.

'Yosh! This is fine.' He voiced as he wobbled from side to side getting a feel for the bag, he stopped for a moment, sniffing around the air like a dog before looking to the bag he was wearing. 'Thank you for all the meat.' He bowed as the smaller woman's mouth opened in giant proportions in shock 'He smelt it through the bag!' Luffy's attention was once again turned, a tap on the should spinning him on the spot as he was handed a hooded cape and something else, which was instead held by Boa with a serious look on her face. Luffy put on the cape, trying to peer around her hands as she suddenly burst into a demonstration. 'And use this! Like this!' She said with a concerned tone, placing the large not and moustache to her face in example. 'Haha, I won't be needing that!' He was handed it regardless, taking it with a subtle nod and typical grin. 'Take it just in case, the Sabaody has become very dangerous since you were last here.' Boa was continued by her sisters, as they approached from her side.

'Marines are keeping a constant watch on the area for suspicious activity.'
'Keep hidden, people still think that you are dead.'

'Yupyup, thank you.' He repeated to each of the Kuja warriors words of advice while Hancock adjusted his hood. 'You will have to go by yourself from here, in case we are noticed.' A nod and grin of acceptance and he was off, dragging the bag and throwing down to the boat forcing it to fall much faster as Luffy fell from the main vessel right behind his belongings and onto the rather stylish smaller row boat. 'Oooi!~ Thanks for everything Hancock!' He yelled to the ship as it slowly began to drift into the Sabaody's waves. Numerous shouts and waves coming from the ship in return. 'I'll see you again soon!' There wasn't any response for that however, simply a large scream as a older woman's voice cursed Boa's actions. Luffy waves for a little longer before climbing up onto his bag which rested in the center of the ship, crossing his legs and sitting upon it as he folded his arms and stared at the approaching island, attempting to look patient to people even though there was no one watching. But he found it hard to contain himself after all, only the words of the Kuja moments ago steering him away from simply screaming around the Grooves the moment he landed. 'I could be the first one... I should go visit Rayleigh first then, I haven't seen him in months.' He contemplated to himself to burn time, he silenced his many questions which he was more than happy to ask thing air, adjusting his hat underneath his hood and pulling his disguise closer around his body. 'Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook.' He clenched his fist, his large grin revealing itself once again as he laughed quietly to himself.

'I can't wait to see you all again!'

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For the sake of so many changes I decided it was wise to simply reboot the thread and get it rolling much faster than before in hopes to lure others to the open positions we have left. If you wan't to make use of your previous posts here if they were still accurate and you don't want to generally waste words, simply paste them into this thread instead. Sorry for the inconvenience!

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[Cirrus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:400px; border-radius:20px 20px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 20px 20px 0px 0px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/S9CXo.jpg);] [/style][style=font-family:times new roman; font-size: 20px; color: #7f7f7f; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: 15px; margin-left: 3px;]an adventure in an airship inflated by my ego Sanji stepped off of the pink ship, the last thing connecting him to hell, and took his first steps on Sabaody Archipelago after two years. The soapy air caught on his chef's nostrils, the bubbles carrying amazing scents within: some of foreign chemicals, others of delicious foods that had yet to pleasure his tastebuds. He'd waved goodbye to the Okamas, who had, in fairness, treated him well these past two years, even if they never gave up in their amourous pursuits of the Straw Hat chef. With a smile on his face and intent to see the others after being away for a long time, Sanji broke into a run, aiming to go to where Rayleigh had left the Sunny. As he moved with a newfound speed, he proclaimed aloud, his voice rising into the air like the feeling of joy and anticipation within him. "I'm Sanji, back from hell after two years and ready for adventure baby!" It would seem that his time away from the Straw Hats hadn't changed his ebullience towards travelling with them, and, if anything, had only made the chef more eager. As he had said, those two years on the Kamabakka Kingdom had been like hell for Sanji; so long without a real lady...it was enough to make even a real man weep. And he had done so, many a time, much to the glee of the okamas. He was finally changing to their ways, or so they'd said. It seemed that they were all too eager for Sanji to become one of them, for no human being could whip up a dress in exactly his size in less than five minutes. They hadn't even measured him! At least, not while he was conscious... The chef shuddered as he ran, shaking off all traumatising thoughts of his two years in hell. The whole point of him being there was to celebrate that it had ended! The Straw Hats were coming back! And he was ready as ever! As he ran the gentle roar of the other Groves died down; evidence the chef was coming closer and closer to the quiet secluded area in which the Sunny was located. And then...there it was! The wooden beauty rose up out of the lush verdant magnroves like an adamwood sun breaking the dawn, spilling its memory laden rays onto all that recognised it. This was the ship of the Straw Hats, and it looked to be in tip top condition, especially now the transparent jelly like coating -- applied by experienced hands of the "Dark King" -- was laid on. Sanji inspected the ship, expertly prodding it and making ambiguous 'ooo' and 'aahhh' noises all the while. Seeing no one there, the Straw Hat chef assumed he was the first to arrive, or at least, the first to stay at the ship for a while. He went below deck, intending to check the kitchen's state. The birthing place of all the famous crew's meals was just as he remembered it, only without food. Sanji hoped for the mystery consumer's sake that they'd treated their meals with respect, for he'd find out who it was, and if they had mistreated food in any way, he'd kick some serious arse! With the kitchen needing to be stocked, Sanji rushed out of the Sunny, sure it would be safe for an extra hour, spriting with incredible pace towards the next Grove. He'd find something amazing to show everyone, especially Naaaami-chan, and Rooooooooobin-chwan! - - - A cloud of billowing dust was all to tell of the chef's descent into the urbanised area of Saobody Archipelago. As he went down the stairs with alacrity he kicked up granulated debris, which was subsequently swept along in the backdraft caused by Sanji's sprint, eager to experience the sensation again, it seemed, for the dust appeared to be tailing the Straw Hat's 'Ero Cook'. The chef of twirly eyebrows paid no mind to trail behind him however; his mind was fully focussed on finding something worthy to display for all the crew to marvel at. Sanji took a reserved pleasure in amazing everyone with his culinary perfections; after all, it was one more thing he could do that that Moss Head couldn't. Speaking of the swordsman, was that him there? Sanji stopped abruptly at the bottom of the flight of stairs. The trail of dust caught up with him, threatening to envelop him in memories of the endless steps he had descended. However, before such a feat was possible Sanji had moved again; he had to see! A matter of mere seconds later the Straw Hat chef was by the green haired man's side -- he was even carrying three swords! It had to be Zoro! Er. . . not quite. Upon coming close to the stranger, Sanji realised that it really wasn't his rival. Those three "swords" were actually kitchen knives; this man was a chef like him. But, more importantly, he wasn't Moss Head. This irked the 77,000,000 bounty head -- he'd never admit it, but he was looking forward to seeing one of the crew again, even if said one was the green haired swordsman. But he could bury his contemplations under the weight of reality: the other chef clearly wanted to know why someone had just appeared at his side; he matched Sanji's pondering gaze with a glare that told countless stories of those that had fallen to the chef during a state of ire. Said glare was a warning, one reiterated by the chef's brazenly bold words, "Whaddya want?" It wasn't as if Sanji had finished thinking anyway. It was a little unnecessary, thought the wanted chef. Still, it was all he could do to show some kind of courtesy, and so Sanji replied with, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else-" No sooner than the words had left his mouth did the green haired chef interject; he was obviously an impatient man, something Sanji hadn't expected. To tell the truth his patience was wearing a little thin -- to act so rudely to a purveyor of the finest foods was to show disrespect for what the 'Twirly Brow' did to feed the hungry; what every chef did to feed the hungry! But the green haired man was a chef also. . . he had to allow some sort of bias, even if it pained him to do so. "Someone else? SOMEONE ELSE?! Pfft! I'm the head honcho 'round these parts -- come I'll show ya! You're hungry right? You will be: I gots the best quiz-- culin-- cooking round these groves!" . . . 'An odd kind of chef...' Still, the man was a chef and so Sanji allowed himself to be led away. A matter of minutes later and the pair were at a stall in the market place of Saobody Archipelago's many groves; here in particular seemed to be the culmination of the inter-island trade; the air was alive with the smells of different things cooking, it was electric with the sheer amount of business going on, it was busy with the multitudinous crowd shifting like a tide in the designated trading space. Tucked away in a corner was the green haired chef's stall. The man was slightly rotund, and this was explained by the sight of his wares: the stall was almost collapsing with the wanton food upon its shelves. Some freshly cooked cuisine sizzled on a grill, maintained by determined upstarts who, in secret, looked up to the wanted head coming to visit today for his ability to feed a crew of supposed 'monsters'. The Archipelago may no longer have had the marine headquarters on its groves, but the naval force had left a stain of propaganda in the populace's heads; the Straw Hat crew were still regarded as incredible beasts. Of course, beasts that had vanished two years ago, but beasts all the same. "Ah, shopkeep, this stuff looks fine! But I'm looking for something truly. . . truly extraordinary. You know where I can find that?" It was true, the stuff in the stall was good; if the circumstances weren't as they were Sanji would have purchased them there and then. Alas, at least alas for the shopkeeper -- Sanji wasn't too fussed. Anyway. . . Alas, the foods the portly chef purveyed weren't anything out of the ordinary, unlike the circumstance in which the resurging chef found himself in. An understanding passed between the two men; one only those who handled food could interpret. And maybe waiters too. Maybe. "I understand. There's this guy, not here, real remote like; near the shore. He has the finest cuts of meat around! You want better than this, go to him." Sanji nodded in appreciation. Turning on his heels, the blonde haired chef went to go find the rumoured shopkeeper. He tried his hardest to avoid the pretty ladies in the crowd, and it was hard -- after all, what man doesn't need lady? And a manly man so manly such as his manly self? The need was almost quadrupled! But somehow he made it. Maybe it was his determination to see his nakama again. Or maybe it was the fact he waded through the crowd with his eyes closed. Whichever one (and it was probably the former) was irrelevant. In a matter of minutes Sanji found himself smelling the sea breeze. He also found himself repeating silently, like a mantra, that he couldn't still smell the departing okamas. The pleasant thing, however, was that he could see a little edifice tucked away into the bark of the mangrove trees. It must have been the shop the portly chef was talking about! Not quite as pleasant was the green haired swordsman etching something into the adjacent tree. Zoro. the lions are out on the prowl...

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

-|| Roronoa Zoro ||-

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Stood at the base of a tree, calm and sober stood a young man but even at the young age he was far more experienced than most men twice his age. His green-hair were no longer an unshapely moss but they were now slicked back to give him a more interesting look, but the scar that strode through his left eye made it certain, this man was a warrior. One wouldn't even have to look at the three katana's at his waist to come to that conclusion. It was as clear as day, on his face, he was born to fight.

This tree was similar to the many tree's on the island. A little too similar for this tree marked '21' kept reappearing in front of Roronoa Zoro despite his efforts to avoid it. He had arrived at Sabaody Archipelago a healthy 12 days before they were scheduled to meet yet here he was, still unable to navigate his way around the island to where the Thousand Sunny was supposed to be. Even the simple task of following the vivre card that would lead him directly to where he was supposed to be was a task impossible for the swordsman of the Straw-Hat Pirates.

Zoro stared hard at the tree, scowling hard before he withdrew one of his three katana's, using the tip of its blade to make a mark to add to the tally that had already been made in the bark of the tree. Zoro is puts the blade away before shaking his head and walking off in a random direction. The tally on the tree is shown to be well over the '100' mark.

Unless he somehow managed to run into one of his nakama, it would seem Zoro would be stuck on Sabaody Archipelago for an eternity...

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[Kurosaki]

How was everyone doing?! Just how strong were they all now! Wait till they saw him though. They would all be surprised!

Putting a thumb up to his very... very long nose the tanned man grinned a little to himself, chuckling in his anticipation. He tilted his white hat back a little bit and observed his surroundings. This groove was the amusement park area. He wasn't even sure why he was over in this area. The others probably wouldn't be waiting here would they.

Still, all these rides looked really fun!

Usopp had almost forgotten that Islands could be fun after the one he had been on for two years. That had been only a race for survival. But here you could actually relax and ride roller coaster! Bungee Jump like that woman over there...

Screaming...

As she went down.

Usopp paled a little then shook his head. What was he being frightened of? Nothing could frighten him after what he'd been doing during his training.

Now where to look? Where to look?

He continued along, stopping at a stand to get some food and eat it while he walked. Yes, nothing could startle him or phase him in anyway now. He had seen it all.

Passing by a bulletin board, he took note of some of the posters there. He was pleased to see some older wanted posters of the Straw Hat crew. Still wanted even after two years of inaction, huh? Smiling to himself he continued on, chewing on his mochi before he suddenly choked on it in his belated shock. After a few heaves and gasps he managed to spit the ball of gum-like substance back out.

Waitttt a minute!

Usopp flew over to the bulletin board and ripped off one of the posters. Then another one.

Straw Hat Crew, recruitment?!

"Oi oi, what is this! This has got to be a joke, right?"

There was no way that Luffy would recruit people in such a haphazard manner.

Wait, this was Luffy we were talking about here but... He did have pretty high standards. Usopp was witness to how Luffy chose his crew. Plus, could Luffy even write. Usopp just pinned that one back on but at the very bottom and out of the way with a blank look on his face. He then took interest in the second poster.

"The SK Brook World Tour?"

"Hey, buddy, you hadn't heard that Soul King was at Sabaody? He's playing at the Sabao Dome today at Grove 33. Heard it was already sold out though so if you're thinking of going you're too late unless you know someone that knows someone who has a lot of cash," said a friendly park attendant who was manning the beverage stand near the posters.

"Soul King?" repeated Usopp before he smiled. Guess Brook had been doing good for himself while away from the crew. Also if his music was good enough to sell out the entire Sabao Dome it must be pretty impressive. "Thanks for the info!

"Yeah, don't mention it," replied the man before he went back to selling some colas to a couple that had walked up.

Well, at least Usopp knew where Brook was and he was sure he'd meet them at the ship later. He continued on, deciding that the shopping segment of Sabaody would be the best place to find the others. He was sure at least Nami would be there buying up all the clothes in sight for ridiculously low prices that she'd trick or force the store owners into.

[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Robin

"Concert...? Brook?"

She held a poster in her hand, staring down it it as she ran large blue eyes over its print, seeing the old skeleton from two years ago on its white page along with bright and loud writing exclaiming his success. She found herself smiling slightly and folded the paper, lowering it to look ahead. Robin was indeed different, wearing a long skirt and new top. With an absentminded quirk, she adjusted the sunglasses in her hair and moved on ahead through the thick grove. To be honest, she couldn't help the slight excitement of being able to see her nakama again after so long, this carried her closer to where the Thousand Sunny was supposed to be.

She'd changed somewhat, especially in appearance and she wondered how everybody else appearing over the couple years. Having gone through so much with them already, it was almost difficult to imagine them any stronger. Only because she'd improved did her mind wander on just how powerful each one of them had gotten.

She stopped a second, letting the soapy smelling air fill her nostrils with a heavy inhale, glancing at a bubble that fell across her line of sight before she looked past it and arched a brow. Numerous tally marks marked on a tree meant somebody was here. Striding over to it, she ran her finger over a fresh one and cocked her head to one side. It interested her as she pulled her finger back, feeling the damp interior of the mangrove before she turned her attention around the surrounding area. Who could have left these now?

With a light little smile, she walked back, deeper into the interior of the island and continued to look around, just in case she happened to spot somebody or something, possibly familiar. Robin was intent to be back with the Straw Hat Pirates, sure to be happy to see them all.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Hey! Be careful with that!'
'Sorry...'

'You almost hit my stall!'
'Sorry about that...'

'Oi! Watch it!'
'I'm very sorry...'

The mumbles from underneath his cloak responded simply to every person he nudged as he moved in and out of the busy area, what else was he supposed to do? He had to get to the bar to meet them and people were just wandering around in his path. Though it was not his true intent, with a big that big and him constantly pulling his hood further and further around his face it was hard to see pretty much of anything let alone do anything about it. Luffy just kept his eyes forward, determined to keep the promise he had made to Hancock upon his departure. 'I can't cause any trouble, I haven't even seen any of them yet.' He mumbled to himself as the lack of protests to his presence caused his curiosity to spark, looking around to see the path he had walked down was desolate of people for quite a while. 'Where did everyone go?' He didn't let the idea linger for long, his short attention span spinning him on his heel and back down the path towards their place of reunion, and more so hopes of what he found there came to voice before he had even contemplated them in thought. 'Gunna have Sanji make me a giant lunch with these supplies when we get back on the Sunny, and I can show Usopp and Chopper my new impersonation...' The old Luffy was there, that's for sure, though he maintained a strange new sense of power about him... Matured maybe? None the less his hopes went from mumbles to silence as he approached a group ahead of him, though the things he heard amongst the crowds were picking at his ears. Brook? Soul king? The guy sounded awesome but what did he have to do with Brook? Not to mention mumbles of his crew looking for new members. Maybe the others found some cool people to bring along? None the less it brought a little pace in his casual step, proceeding to knock all kinds of things over once more.

'Stooooop!'

'Hm?' Luffy looked back to the shout, it sounded like it was directed at him at least. A man began to walk towards him, a fat one at that, though his hood made it near impossible for him to see anything but his stomach and shorts as he walked towards him. He didn't have time to mingle with every person who tells him to stop, he had places to be after all. Though his movement was hindered, a large arm resting on him along with a clicking of a firearm as Luffy waited for the man to finish his talk. 'I'm really sorry, I have to go now...' What did he say? Wasn't his problem, he had said sorry and that left him with nothing else to do but leave. Though apparently that wasn't enough, a click sounding by the side of him as a woman screamed in the background, moving his head back as the bullet in question soared past his face. What the hell was there problem!? It wasn't like he did anything to them. He gave a wandering glance, looking up to the odd looking man wearing a hat much like his own. Widening his eyes before looking straight ahead once more, that should do the trick. The group dropped behind him, all that commotion just over him knocking the guy with his bag, or at least that's what he picked up from the rants and raves which held him up. Hopefully that was the last time he would have to lash out at someone while they were here, after all he was asked by Hancock not to make a fuss. After walking a few more paces away from the commotion he decided to see if taking a side path would be a better choice, though every place he walked towards seemed to be pouring out with trouble. 'I can't have people shooting at me now, they might hit my food.'

That was it! What Hancock had given him before! He rummaged about his cloak, pulling out the novelty disguise as he gave it a good examining. 'I'm going to have to put it on, at least until I meet up with one of them.' He nodded to himself, wiggling his nose as the disguise tickled his face, adjusting his hood and going about his way. It seemed pretty fool proof after all, everyone was looking for him, not a guy with glasses and a moustache. 'Hancock is pretty smart for giving me this, I don't think people know its me anymore.' He stretched out one leg to advance with a bit more enthusiasm, he didn't have to be so cautious about himself not that he was no longer Luffy. Though all this wandering was starting to bring about hunger, he was sure the Bar wasn't this far away before. He grunted to himself, stopping in his strides to take another look around the area. 'Bar... Bar... Oh! Is that..?' The vest, the hair! The suit! That was a lot easier than he thought it would be.

'Zoro! Sanji! Ooooi!~'

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We still need people to fill the slots of the straw hats! And even though there isn't much to do on my part I figured I'd make Luffy walk unknowingly towards his goal as the series intended and according to plan until others fill the roles. We need people! People I say! Or else we will not be able to properly advance!

[White Mimic]

The thick sound of rock and roll echoed inside the glossy dome of the Sabaody Stadium, smoke and lights dazzling the audience and permeating the large room as tons of screaming fans crowded the stage at the back. In the middle of the stage in a blindingly bright spotlight stood one of the hottest new celebrities to hit the music scene as recently as 2 years ago, the tall and skinny, nothing but flesh and bones (actually just bones), Soul King Brook.
“SOUL KING!”

“We love you Soul King~!”

“WOOOO~ Soul King!”

The cheering of fans who had lived on the island and even those that had followed his tours world-wide screamed endless praise at the skeleton jamming on his guitar. On either side of him were other members of his musical entourage, friends and colleagues he had met and joined with in the 2 years he had been separated from his crew, the Straw Hats. The Backup singers, his bassist and drummer, the pianist, he had become close friends with all of them in his time on the musical circuit and if he didn’t have a prior engagement, he wouldn’t have it any other way than to continue playing with them for mobs of people. However, today was the day, wasn’t it. He had already let his managers know, the Longarms who had kidnapped him and initially planned to use him as a sideshow, not knowing the musical genius they were keeping in their company, that this was the last stop on his final tour.

Singing into the microphone in front of him, he was halfway through his first hit single, Bone To Be Wild, a perfect emotional mask to hide his true feelings. They would simply have to wait until the time was right for him to reveal his plans, but for now he was simply glad to be playing for everyone in the stadium.

Wrapping up his song, the audience burst out in applause and began screaming at a volume Brook had only heard every so often at his concerts. It was a grating noise, but still pleasant to hear, especially when it was directed at him and his band. “Thank you everyone!” He gave a wave to the crowd and even bowed a little at random sections of the arena. “Now, before our next song, it has come to our attention that today is a special day for a few of our members and we’d like to show a little gratitude to them coming to see us on their very special days!”

The crowd went silent gradually as he spoke, only a few whistles and cheers echoing up to him as he pulled a sheet of paper from his coat pocket. Reading from the sheet, it became clear to the audience that Soul King was now listing names and to a few of the audience members, it became even clearer that each name was the name of someone in the stadium.

“For the following:

“From all of us to you, we’d like to wish you-”

Brook strummed his guitar to hit a particular chord which resonated throughout all the other instruments, played at precisely the same time. Starting a sliding riff on his guitar Brook continued as the rest of the instruments began to add to his. “A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!~”

The crowd went wild as the band slid into its very own version of the birthday song. All of those named had varying degrees of reactions, from Quentin who laughed boisterously and joined the crowd in screaming to Desiree who started crying with joy at the fact that a celebrity like Soul King had cared wished her a happy birthday. Most of the singing was done by Brook’s backup singers until the very last line, in which he screeched at the top of his lungs, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO YOU~!”

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

-|| Roronoa Zoro ||-

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The santoryou user had just finished placing the mark in the nearby tree that he noticed something from the corner of his eye. Finally, he had found someone. After two years of training which included a week of wandering around in search on this island, he had finally found a familiar face. There was a smile on Zoro's face as he put the swords back into the sheath's at his waist. Taking a step at a time, he began to make his way across.

Standing before him was the Straw-Hat cook and his long term rival, "Black-Leg" Sanji. There was hardly any distance between the two now but the smile seemed strange on Zoro's part. Perhaps the two years of waiting had finally changed his perception of Sanji. Perhaps he would see him more of a brother now rather than his fiercest rival. It wasn't that Zoro didn't respect Sanji for after Luffy, he was the only one Zoro could truly count on to protect the rest of his nakama and give it his all for the crews safety. In fact, one of the reasons he had taken the pain Kuma had extracted from Luffy's body himself rather than allowing Sanji to endure it was because he felt Sanji had more to offer to the crew than Zoro.

The green-haired swordsman continued to take paces in the general direction of Sanji but when you would have expected for him to stop, he continued walking. Even walking right past his fellow nakama as if he hadn't even seen him. This was indeed a puzzling response, even for Zoro but the swordsman eye had caught something else ... or someone in fact. Wandering around, looking at one of the marked tree's of the island was the archaeologist of the Straw-Hats, Nico Robin. Although she had changed her look, she looked just as calm, pretty and intelligent as ever. "I guess I'm not the only one who managed to get here in time. It seems the rest of the guys are still missing. I think they've got rid of the tree we were supposed to be meeting at and this vivre card has stopped working as well." Zoro informed Robin before asking, "How has your journey been?"[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Kurosaki]

Just where were they? Usopp was too excited to hold himself back from running into the shopping district but then he slowed down, tried to collect himself though and started to look around as he went, eyeing some cool items that he came across; mostly in a store for sharp shooting. They had an entire store for that?!

"How much for this one, Ojiisan?" questioned Usopp as he raised up a pair of goggles that had a zooming ability on them. It might be hard to get used to though and his shots from a distance were already pretty good. Still, it wouldn't hurt to even be more accurate than he was already, right?

The man at the counter lazily looked up from his magazine that he was reading, stared at him for a moment before he answered then spoke. "3,000,000," he said before going back to his reading.

"T-THAT MUCH FOR A PAIR OF GOGGLES!?" screeched the long-nose, throwing his arms up in his surprise only to almost throw the pair that he was holding. Sweat broke out on his face and neck as he realized his near fatal mistake before he slowly lowered the item, set it down as perfectly as he could and backed up far from them. Then further. Then out of the store.

There was no way he was going to stay in a place like that which charged that much for a pair of normal looking goggles. Even if they had been made stylish and in an awesome color that perfectly matched his other clothes and had a zoom feature...

No, no, no Usopp. Usopp shook his head. It was not worth borrowing that much beri from Nami and then being in constant fear that she would kill him if he didn't pay it back with a 100% interest on it. Or more. Nope. Wasn't going to do that to himself. Nodding his head he turned and walked away but ended up coming back to ogle over the goggles once again.

No, no, definitely not. Needed to keep himself away from these things. Usopp turned around, stood rigidly and then marched himself a far distance away.

Sighing he wondered how long it was going to take for him to run into one of the Straw Hats. Well, if it was going to take this long he might as well make his way to the Thousand Sunny and rest there until the others showed up. He might even play it cool, act like he had been there for weeks and when the others showed up wave at them and ask what had been taking them so long.

Snickering at the idea that was when he literally ran directly into someone from the side. He staggered back and onto his butt and then quickly apologized only for the man to turn. He was wearing a hooded outfit, had a huge bag on his back (gigantic was a better description) and had huge round black rimmed glasses and a mustache!

"What a weird looking man!" thought Usopp with a look on his face that showed his bewilderment as he climbed to his feet. "Ah, well, um, sorry again about that..." said Usopp before he looked for a means of escape only to spot two familiar faces nearby.

"HA! ZORO, SANJI! I finally found you two!" he cried out joyfully, waving eagerly to the two.

They turned and looked at him waving and then turned back around again and started to walk away. Wait, what? Why were they leaving him? Weren't they happy to see him? His jaw dropped in shock at the entire thing.

"Who is that long-nosed man?" whispered one to the other though Usopp couldn't hear it from his position.

"I have no clue, let's just keep walking," the one with green hair replied.

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[{Argentate} Phoenix Dahana]

-Robin

She walked, patience abiding as she found another marked tree. Footsteps of two suddenly turned her attention and Nico Robin found herself smiling despite herself. The sword training crew member and the cook has just happened to meet in the same place, and the ignorance of Sanji on Zoro's part silently amused the devil fruit user.
"Zoro..." She greeted him then continued; "My journey has been fine..." It was a simple answer, recounts of what had actually happened would have to wait until they'd all been reunited.

Of course, if Robin was surprised by Sanji's cease of attack, it didn't show, didn't need to as she smiled wryly at his next statement. She didn't have time to greet him with the sporadic flick back to a meaningful expression. His proposal made the raven haired pirate quite literally giggle, and she did so for a moment, finishing before he made his epic claim. His hug was accepted and returned with a dainty finality as she folded her arms. She held back further amusement then turned her blue gaze on the marimo then back to Sanji.

They both changed so much and while she didn't visibly continue her observation, she recounted them in soundless curiosity. They both had grown and while others might have been disappointed that the maturity had gone nowhere, she wished for nothing else. The familiarity and acceptance, warm greeting, no matter how warm, was enough to make her inwardly giddy. she wished to hear those stories later on the Sunny of how they had been progressing and would be content to relay herself later as well.

"Well, may as well get as much as we need and bring it to the Sunny... lead the way, Sanji..." To be honest she didn't exactly know how to get to the Thousand Sunny either, so this proved to be a decent way to get reacquainted and get everything stocked up for the others. How many were here at Sabaody waiting for all of them?

Her patience abiding, she waited for the two rivals of her crew, and waited to see the rest of the party.

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(I'm rusty, i'll get back into everything as soon as possible!)

[Kurosaki]

Well, one thing was for sure; Nami was glad to be back on land. Yes, being up in the air on a sky island like Weatheria had its moments for sure. The weather both that she knew to occur and the patterns that she didn't had been educational and enlightening. She knew for sure now that she would have a far easier time navigating whatever treacherous waters awaited them in the New World. Yet...

There just hadn't been any good shopping places at all!

Just shops, several of them in fact which was odd, that sold the exact same thing in each of them. Robes and pointing hats. There had thankfully been a few times she had been able to request clothing from down below to be added to their inventory and thus she had survived.

But now!

Nami's eyes sparkled as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward to get a good look through the window. New styles were shown off with the display dummies and beyond that she could see all of the brilliant colors and they all called her name very loudly!

Rushing in she found herself with a pile of them in no time which she presented to the cashier with a sweet smile and a charm that probably could be labeled as her trademark.

"Ne, could you give these to me 75% off?" she questioned, leaning against the counter seductively. The cashier, who had been entranced up till that moment seemed to snap out of it.

"7-7-75%!? No way! Impossible!"

"Then~, how about 50%?" Nami questioned with a pouting face and soul searching eyes. "Please?"

"50% isn't any better!! You have to pay full price, Miss!"

Nami's sweet demeanor changed. Her flirting was not getting her anywhere and at this rate he'd just take more of a stand. Face hardening, Nami slammed a hand down on the counter, causing her bracelets to jingle together.

"75% take it or leave it!"

"But, you just..." started the store clerk, obviously confused by her change in attitude coupled with her having reverted back to the original percentage off that she had wanted.

In other words, by the time she walked out of the store she had not only received all of the clothing she wanted for the 75% off but she had also thrown in some extras for herself. The store clerk was left dazed and confused and not sure what had just happened. All of her bartered goods were packed nicely into some shopping bags and now Nami was ready to head for the Thousand Sunny. She was super excited to see everyone again. How much had they changed, she had to wonder?

Well, at any rate it wouldn't be long until she saw them all anyway. She was headed toward where her vivre card was pointing her when she heard a man walking loudly nearby. His grating voice made her stop and look, an unamused look on her face. The over weight man in a red unbuttoned shirt and a straw hat was waving around a pistol, laughing loudly and threatening anyone nearby with it. At his side was a woman with orange hair and a rather... Round belly? That outfit and that stomach really was not flattering. In fact, Nami had to shield her disgust at the two of them.

Just who did they think they were exactly? Nami raised an eyebrow and then continued walking before she was unfortunately called out by the fat man.

"Oi, you, stop there cutey. Come over here. You probably want to join my crew, huh? A chance to sail with the famous Monkey D. Luffy only comes once in a lifetime and I could use a hotty like you! Oi, I said get over here before I have to start shooting!"

Nami turned slowly, her face blank until she was facing the man directly. She couldn't hold it anymore once she looked at them fully and she made a "pffft" noice, the laughter escaping and then flowing out like a tidal wave.

"You think I'm funny, huh!? Do you know who you're messing with! I'm THE Monkey D. Luffy! Nami, go grab that woman and bring her here to me!"

And now Nami had to look up and avoid eye contact with them to keep from laughing at that last comment.

[White Mimic]

The crowd cheered and clapped for the brief side song from the main concert. Brook waved the sheet of names in the air before tucking it away in his jacket and throwing a handful of confetti off the stage, giving his trademark laugh as both hands shot into the air. “YOHOHOHOHOHOHO~”

Swinging the guitar around by its neck, he resettled the position of his hands for his next song, patting the side of the guitar while he looked at it for a bit, the crowd becoming restless for his next song. He looked as he always did in his concerts, though behind empty orbits, there was a tone of sorrow, perhaps even regret. He gave a silent sigh but faced his audience with proper tact. “Everyone, I have an announcement to make.” A wave of silence passed over the sea of fans before the Soul King, his tone of voice, deliberate and somber, carried thoughts of bad news with it between each spectator. Brook stared out through the stadium until it was as quiet as it needed to be for his words to be heard by everyone.

“This… will be my final show for the public…” Silence. It took a few moments for his words to sink in, at which point people started to object to his claims, asking why or trying to convince him not to, but most of what he could make out were bold exclamations of protest. He waited once more in front of a riled public for the volume to decrease so he could continue. “You’ve all been loyal fans and we’ve had great times together with music and close friends, which is why this is a hard thing for me to do. Please understand that I do not act without reason. I made a promise to a friend long ago and it’s time for me to continue on my path to fulfill that promise. Such is the way of our souls…” For the most part the stadium was silent save for several fans who had already broken out into sobs and one particular woman not too far away who was bawling her eyes out.

“However, everyone, I would like to ask one last favor of you before the concert is over… Don’t cry over me, for the music will live on and I would much rather leave you all smiling than vanishing from an ocean of sorrow." He was leaning into the mic, his head tilted so the brim of his hat covered his watering orbits. However, when he looked up, the water and tears were already unnoticeable. “Let’s let this last song be one to remember for years! Let’s make sure to rock and roll our hearts out. After all, we’re all-”

He strummed the opening chord to his first hit single to signal the band and singers to prepare for the finale. “BONE TO BE WILD!~” The crowd exploded as the song started, Brook at the front of stage strumming out the song he had written himself for his best fans who would likely never hear him in public again.

The song seemed to go on forever as Brook took in the smiles and cheers as much as he could, time slowing down, gracious enough to allow the joy to last as long as possible before he left behind his two year project. He sang and riffed till his fingers and throat were sore, though being a skeleton meant he didn’t have a throat per se, though he sounded like he had quite a pair of lungs on him. Before the big finale of the song, the lights went out through the whole stage. The only thing Brook could hear in the darkness was the shock of the crowd and the rivers of footsteps that seemed a tad organized for a crowd of civilian fans. The spotlights turned on, all focused on brook. Throughout the crowd and catwalks, marines were stationed with their swords at the ready and guns aimed right for the skeletal musician.

“Soul King Brook!” He couldn’t tell who was yelling in the face of the bright stage lights, but he was not afraid. Plans were arranged in the face of such an occurrence. “You are under arrest for piracy and association with the Straw Hat Pirates, as well as former pirate acts conducted 50 years ago!”

Brook looked over to the side of the stage to see his managers, one wielding a gun and pointing at him. “You too Manager-san?”

“You forgot your place, you were our meal ticket and we gave you your start. How dare you try to betray us like this and leave.”

Brook looked over with his blank skeleton visage, his mouth slightly open, but he then dipped his head a bit, looking like he was smiling. Laughing to himself lightly he glanced at the three longarms he had gotten to know rather well over the past 2 years on his various tours across the world. “In any case, you were glorious managers and good friends to me when it counted.” He turned slightly to look at the band and backup singers, almost smiling at them warmly. “I then give my goodbye to you, and the band, and singers, who were also with me for my many adventures.” Turning to the crowd, Brook gave a bow, shifting his foot slightly in preparation, a humming surfacing in the distance somewhere out of the stadium. “As well as my fans. I hope you all remember me fondly.”

He lifted himself and readjusted his sunglases. “But most of all, I’d like to say good bye… to the marines.” A brief tap of his shoe on the plate on stage and the stage effects activated, flooding the back of the stadium with bright lights and smoke. “What?! NO!” His manager fired a few shots into the smoke, but most of the noise came from gunshots beign fired by the marines through the smoke on stage, unaware that brook was already gone. The rest of the band moved off stage quickly to avoid being shot, the drummer being the last as he had been the one who gave Brook a boost up to the ceiling which had been burst open by the Flying Fish Raider on the other side.

Having left the chaotic stadium behind, Brook left almost completely unaware of the effort his fans gave to assist his escape, pushing the marines back out of the stadium as he sailed through the air on the back of the large flying fish. “You sort out your affairs?”

“Just about. I’m eager to meet everyone once again. I wonder if Nami-san loosened up over the years and will let me see her underpants.”

“You’re a perv.”

"Yohohohoho~ OI! So harsh."

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Oooh~ You guys look so weird now.'
'Eeh..'
'I has been two years I guess.'
'Eheheheh..'

'Oi.. Are we going to the others? Do you know where they are?' Luffy pushed himself between them, his neck extending to the two only for them to look opposite ways in panic that a direct look might blow their cover. 'Ye- *cough* Yea..' The mans original voice seemed to be a little too high and panicked for his liking, leaving Luffy to laugh as his voice went from one pitch the the other. 'You sound really weird too Zoro.. Hm...' Sweat began to pour from the two by the bucket as Luffy stopped in his tracks behind them, leaving them to slowly prepare to run for their lives. They had no idea who this person was or why he was following them, but they hardly had the fighting reputation in physical form to make up for their fake identities. 'Eh, I'll get used to it, its just so good to see you guys again! Shishishi~' A sigh of relief came from their ends, how he knew them was something they didn't want to know, the main concern was to just keep walking and get back to the boss before anything else weird fell upon them. They were only going out for a stroll away from the pack to flaunt their fake titles after all, and this is what they got in return.. Some kid asking them questions and a long way back to the crew. For Luffy the company was much appreciated, he had gotten a little tired of everyone yelling at him, the disguise had done the trick for the most part it seemed but he was still getting strange glances as if he had done something else wrong leaving him to sink into his hood.

'Guys, have you done anything stupid since you were here? Everyone's been real strange around me since I arrived.' They chose to ignore the question, and simply shrugged rather than divulging the idea of recruiting an army under the Straw-Hat name and take on the marines.. It may have been something that would not have gone down well with the newcomer, nor their boss for releasing special information. Their casual stroll broke into a quick power walk as they twisted and turned into the outskirts of the now majorly pirate occupied Sabaody. Luffy kept at their pace, quite curious as to where they were going, but more so the green haired man talking to a woman in the distance.. He looked like Zoro but with one eye closed and a weird outfit, not like the Zoro he knew that was walking in-front of him. 'Guys.. Don't look now, but I think there are people trying to copy us since we've been gone.' He whispered and was met with nervous chuckles as a response. 'Maybe they're really good look-a-likes! Shishishi!~'

'We're getting close, what're we gunna do?'
'He's just going to keep following us, the boss will know what to do.'
'But what if he's a really strong pirate! These names can only take us so far!'

'What're you whispering about?' They jumped from their casual positions, making dramatic poses as Luffy laughed at them both in response. 'Haha! Whats with you guys? You don't seem much stronger at all, probably hiding it as a suprise eh? Ooooh~' As the others moved out of the way the view was brought before Luffy and his masked self, the masses of pirates all shapes and sizes gathered within a small garden area with cheer and drinks seemingly waiting for something. 'Hooohoo! Did you guys recruit all these people!' They nodded in recoiled positions, receiving a playful karate chop from a poker faced Captain. 'Its my decision who we get on our crew, and this is too many people, this is just silly.' They nodded, laughing all the while before pointing down to the group. 'I-It was a joke! they're really here to see someone strong! Ahaha..?' There was a pause, The straw-hats face seemingly emotionless and actually quite comedic for someone who knew him. 'Ooooh! Suuugooooi!~' His attention was diverted with the word strong, mission complete fake straw-hats. 'How strong are they? When are they going to get here!? I want to meet them!' He looked around with stars in his eyes and drool coming down his lip, he wasn't sure what to be more exited about. His crew could be around here enjoying the giant amounts of food as they waited for someone really strong! Its a combo of amazing! '.. Huh.. Who's that?' He pointed to the large man who approached from a far away opening, with a group of strange people behind him and one who seemed to have stayed behind to talk to a tall skinny woman. '.. Nami?!'

His grin took up so much of his face that his mask could barely hang on, breaking into a sprint would was near super-speed before grinding to a halt beside the two women. 'Nami! You look.. Haha, you look weird too.' He attempted to mimic the belly heavy Nami with an inflated version of his stomach, looking over to the real Nami with a bit of confusion.. 'Nami.. Who's this?' His mouth pushed off to one side, leaning into the much larger chest of Nami and looking her up and down. 'Oh! She looks like you!' A comment which surely won't go down well, but still the safety of having so many of his crew members around brought him to remove his silly mask. 'Its me! Luffy!~' The fake Nami gasped, her eyes and face going all sorts of wrong shapes and colours before she dashed off after the smaller crowd. 'Eh.. Does my face look weird too?' He looked back to the real Nami, no doubt the fake one going to tell the fake Luffy about the real Luffy by the real Nami which they didn't know was Nami.. If that made any sense. 'Do you know where the others are? I found Zoro and Sanji-.. Where did they go..' The others had vanished, from closer inspection they had all gathered by some stand in front of the pirate horde. 'Hmmmm..'

This was getting a little too much for Luffy to handle.
It hurt his head, that's for sure.

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

"looks like curly brow is cooking stuff on his face now..."

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:450px;] OCCUPATION -First Mate/Swordsman CREW - Straw-Hat Pirates Bounty - B120,000,000 CLASS - Class A Zoro felt somebody move up behind him. His hand tickled the top of his sword as he contemplated between slicing his attackers gut and using the back of his sword to send him into another dimension. He did neither once the smell of tobacco and smoke reached him. He twitched his nose and remained in position, practicing his new ‘being calm’ techniques Mihawk are trained him with. Zoro felt he was a changed man after those two years at that forsaken island. His strength had increased four-fold. The swords no longer felt like sacred weapons but extensions of his own body. There was a slight breeze but there was no contact and that’s when he burst into action like the lunatic he was, showing his true perverted self. “Rooooooobin! It’s-a me,Sanji!~The world has been so kind! So beaaaaaaautifuuul!~” The love-hungry and woman obsesses cook had drifted into his own world. Zoro sighed before smiling at Robin who greeted him casually as if the two had never been apart. "Zoro..." She replied; "My journey has been fine..." Zoro could tell she had a lot to tell them. With her willingness to learn and two years at her disposal, the stuff she could have learnt was endless. Zoro acknowledged her greeting with a nod of his head. Turning to Sanji, he cocked his head back to boast the scar that ran down his eye. The scar represented how far he had pushed himself over the past two years and Zoro wore it proudly. Sanji on the other hand, had grown a scruffy looking goatee. Zoro takes one good look at him before he bursts out laughing. It wasn’t one of those hysterical laughter’s though, but one where he cocks his head back and lets his stomach rumble. He turns his head to Nico Robin before saying the unthinkable. “Looks like curly brow is cooking stuff on his face now,” Zoro noted, pointing at Sanji’s chin, keeping a distance. Upon closer inspection he begins to ponder, cocking his head to one side, examining the goatee and stubble. “Robin... Would you know what kind of fungi plant that is? I’m not sure if it’s edible.” Zoro asked Robin, clearly taking a severe jibe at Sanji’s new look. “Might even be contagious coming to think of it.” Zoro added before taking a few steps away from Sanji. He then drew out his katana and brought it forward, placing it in front of Robin, keeping Sanji a safe distance away from her as he beckoned Robin to get a move on toward the Sunny. Zoro slid the point of his sword into one of Sanji's shopping bags, using it as a means to carry the load. A smile grew on his face; one of triumph as he waited for Sanji to explode in anger.

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