Dude Looks Like a Lady [Silver Strings]

[Terminally Chill]

“OI! What the hell's going on here?!”

The Okama twins halted their advance in an instant, slamming into the ground upon hearing the explosive exclamation. Naughts and Crossed picked up their make-up-smeared faces, eyes bulging from their sockets upon examining the culprit of the question. Gavin shared interest in the new arrival as well, tilting his shaggy head toward the forest above the beach and blinking curiously.

“LEONA-SAMA!”
“LEONA-SAMA!”

The battered Okama quickly gathered their composure, scrambling to their feet and managing some semblance of a joint bow. The good looks of the woman named 'Leona' betrayed the gruff and intimidating matter in which she spoke. She stood at the front of several Okama gradually emerging from the forest, pale-skinned and dark-haired with a rather revealing and loose-fitting dress wrapped around a curvaceous frame. A red eye patch covered her left eye, the strap visibly coiling down her neck, chest, and across her left leg. One of her red heels tapped the ground impatiently, a lit cigarette pressed between thin lips covered with bright red lipstick. Leona stood in stark contrast with the rest of her Okama brethen. She appeared to be the real thing – an actual woman.

“It's like another Winry, man...” The musician sleepily observed, commenting on Leona possessing the demeanor of a roughneck sailor despite the elegance conveyed by her womanly features.

“Should have known you two morons were involved in this somehow,” The frightening female looked to Naughts and Crossed with a vein pulsing in her forehead, hands pressed on her hips in frustration. A single snake-like eye flashed to Nolan, but her interest was more in his newly-acquired crustacean companion than the noisy navigator. “Ugh... And Alejandro. Of course.” The crimson iris flashed to the pack of party animals next, all of which whimpers beneath the dagger-like gaze.

“I didn't expect to have an East Blue celebrity on my island,” The pale beauty said sarcastically, directing her attention toward Gavin. The dopey drifter was clueless as always. Instead of offering a response, he carefully looked one way and then the other. Finally, Gavin shielded his mouth with one hand and turned to Naughts and Crosses

“Is that babe talking to me, man?” the wanderer whispered loudly, any attempt at making the inquiry subtle made impossible.

“SHE'S LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU!”
“SHE'S LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU!”

Leona let out an annoyed sigh with an exhale of smoke after the Okama sisters offered their fanged responses, equally disappointed in both parties.

“The Windward Wanderers were hard to ignore – they caused a lot of trouble in the East,” Leona continued, realizing the oblivious entertainer obviously needed clarification. “I was wondering why they were short a member in that picture, but when I heard news that a guitarist and two other kids took down the Red Tides in Resinbar, it wasn't hard to figure out it was you.”

Leona made an impressive leap to the beach, clearing the treacherous slope that had previously demolished Okama, musician, and navigator alike. She removed the spikes of her stilettos from the sand, shaking the grains off with a couple swift flicks. The other Okama of the eyesore island soon followed, slowly massing behind her.

“So what's the deal now, Gavin D'Arras? Got tired of following the mutt and decided to be the captain of your own crew now?” There was a threatening nature which laced the woman's words, punctuated by another puff of smoke. The intimidation was entirely lost on Gavin, of course.

“Huh? Captain, man?” The songsmith tilted his head, raising a quizzical eyebrow after hearing the word. Leona merely placed a hand on her head, apparently possessing less patience than Naughts and Crosses.

“Whatever. Either way, you've been making a mess here too. Iva-sama charged me with protecting the island in his absence and I don't intend to fail a request from the Queen.” Leona flicked the ash from the cigarette before returning its place between her lips. “I prefer a quiet island, and you three are making too much god damn noise.” The full fighting force of Momoiro Island was now assembled behind Leona. Despite appearances, they radiated the aura of competent soldiers.

“Those two may be idiots...” The woman in the red dress motioned toward Naughts and Crosses. The angry spark in her serpentine eye was not born of their ridiculous antics, but of the bruised and battered state they were in. “But they're my people. I won't allow you to hurt them!”

“Leeeooonnnaaa-saaaammmmaaaaa~”
“Leeeooonnnaaa-saaaammmmaaaaa~”

Tears streamed down the Okama twins' faces as they praised their savior, sputtering and crying out loudly. Veins gradually popped from Leona's forehead, closing her eye and grinding her teeth together as she endured Naughts and Crosses' dramatic display.

“SHUT UP?!” the buxom beauty finally snapped, instantly silencing the duo's wails. They simply gave a series of rapid nods in response. “Not sure why you came to Momoiro, but I'm gonna have to crush you and your little crew right here.” The energy permeating from Leona grew exponentially more threatening upon uttering the sentence, a sound like a chorus of gunshots ringing out as she cracked her knuckles.

“Crew, man...?” Gavin gave Leona another clueless look, obviously not grasping the concept the woman with the eye patch was futilely attempting to hammer into his skull. Despite the intimidating odds facing the traveling trio, the six string slinger let out an enormous yawn. “Nah man. I don't really feel like fighting a girl.”

The entirety of the Okama fighting force looked on, jaws dropped in shock as Leona's threat was waved off effortlessly.

“Hey, Winry?” Gavin's attention shifted seamlessly to his panda-eyed companion, oblivious to the storm brewing in front of him. “Did you say you saw the boat, m–”

“Don't underestimate me, kid.”

Leona was suddenly in front of the musical knight, her red dress flickering into view with speed very few of the spectators could trace. A single long leg was extended, lashing forward to deliver a skull-crushing kick across Gavin's hazy head. However, the shaggy strummer surprised everyone as he arched his neck to avoid the bullet-speed strike. Gavin looked to have pulled off the impressive feat of avoiding the kick, until his spacey nature ruined any sort of combat credibility.

While his reaction time was able to match Leona's superhuman speed, Gavin misjudged the distance of the strike and forgot to actually move.

“EEEEEEEEEEHHHH?!”
“EEEEEEEEEEHHHH?!”

The entirety of the island joined in with the Okama twins' baffled exclamations, even the Okamanimals, as the blow landed square on Gavin's chin and rocketed him into a beach-front building. The wooden structure ruptured and collapsed loudly as Leona gracefully landed on the neon beach. Naughts and Crosses were the first to get a hold of themselves, quick to not downplay Leona's momentous kick.

“Ha! How could you be so stupid, Gav-kun?” Crosses grinned and spoke proudly, as though he was the one who landed the kick.

“You underestimated Leona-sama because she is a 'girl', but we already told you gender was irrelevant here in the Kamabakka Queendom!” Naughts spoke as proudly as his twin, sharing the same wide grin.

They turned toward Winry and Nolan, writing Gavin off as a dead man buried in a grave of wooden debris at this point.

“Through the power of our great queen and the Horu-Horu no Mi...”
“... Leona-sama has crossed the barrier between male and female countless times!”

There was a growing excitement between the two Okamas made clear by the growing flamboyance of their mannerisms. It was obvious Naughts and Crosses placed a great deal of trust in Leona's strength.

“Leona-sama has ultimately transcended the boundaries of genders and become a Newkama!”
“The power which your captain just experienced first hand!”

The excitement between the twins nearly ready to burst as they continued to gush about the magnificence of the woman in red.

“Second only to Emporio Ivankov-sama...”
“... Momoiro Island's stand-in grandmaster of Newkama Kempo...”

Naughts and Crosses were on either side of Leona in a flash, mirroring dramatic poses with arms extended to enhance the gravity of the announcement.

“LEONA THE SCORPION-SAMA!”
“LEONA THE SCORPION-SAMA!”

The Okama army gave a resounding roar of approval as their beloved leader was introduced, raucous cheers of both human and animal origin spreading across the beach like wildfire... Wildfire that could burn on wet sand, apparently.

“SHUT UP?!”

The scorpion as she was called took Naughts and Crosses by the hair and pounded their skulls together, silencing their ridiculous theatrics and the chants of Momoiro's inhabitants in one single action. Letting out another smoke-laced sigh, Leona finally turned to Winry and Nolan and thumbed toward the wreckage where Gavin rested.

“Is that idiot really your captain?” she asked with a hint of surprise, a single sweat drop rolling down the side of her fair face.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'There can only be one.'

A mumble which came off in a slightly comedic fashion, tightening her fist and raising it in front of her. The figure who had arrived on the scene to, as far as the Green haired menace was concerned, save these okama individuals from a horrible gruesome Winry-style beat-down.. Was in fact of some calibre, despite her not being able to put her finger on it at the current time, something emitted from the Lady in Red that credited a slightly less angry look when making eye contact. The arrival of an apparently important figure however, could not even numb the first layer of Winry's endless distaste and hatred for all things living. She began to speak of things which only made her snigger under her breath, headlining the whole introduction as marking Gavin as an important East Blue pirate, now if that didn't deserve a laugh she didn't know what did. The Mistake of a Musician played dense as usual, Winry choosing to give him at least this one chance to not be retaliated with insults for his stupidity, instead taking this time of the spotlight being shifted to rummage about herself for a cigarette of her own, the red cyclops chick giving her the urge with a single exhale of smoke.

'There's 'gotta be one on me somewhere..' Patting herself down the new challenger announced her presence and importance in what Winry came to expect from self-proclaimed or otherwise reasonably powerful figures, through monologue. Finally catching an end sticking out of her wrapped waist jacket, clinging it between her lips and dropping the Cactus beside her, a few swift movements and a chiming lighter had set a blaze to its target, zoning back into the conversation just in time to make an input. 'Yea, I'd defiantly be the Captain if anyone was.' It seemed, however, that her contribution to the conversation was glazed over, this woman was no more interested than her followers than Winry at this point, apparently too consumed by her own voice. She saw fit to throw Winry in with the common trouble makers though. 'Wait wait, three? It's not my fault a sea-king uppercutted our dumb ass duck ship.' The woman marked her territory with threatening words, her followers cheering her name in the background like some twisted harmony from a nightmare.. Something even she seemed to find annoying, Winry was at least thankful for that slither of common sense. But what followed was direct, though yes, it was directed to three of them, but she was obviously the most important of the three!

'Woah, if anyone's going to be crushing.'
'Shhhhhh'
'Shhhhhh'
'I will literally eviscerate you from this planet.'

It made the two prior Okama targets withdraw, something about intimidating head strong females seem to cause them to shiver and coil in fear. 'And besides, if we were a crew, I'd be the Captain.' Gavin turned to question something about the boat, it was in such a small window between him looking over with that dumb look on his face, and a long elegant leg appearing in Winry's peripherals and towards Gavin's Chin, she didn't really have much time to say anything. Instead a small grin covering her face while Gavin's demise was witnessed in near slow motion from her perspective. The strike out was fatal, to his current positioning anyway. Within a blink of an eye the musician was gone, and inside a crumbled building, gone was good enough for Winry.. The part where he crashed and crumpled into a building was just a bonus. The Okama cheerleaders began in force to support the single attack of their leader, Winry couldn't hear any of it, she was on the floor in tears.

'Hahahahaha!~'

'Such a lack of pride in her Captain..'

'She must have no fear, he was wiped out in a single strike!'

'Is that idiot really your Captain?'
'NO!?'

She forced her upper body to sit up from the sandy ground, still gripping her stomach as her muscles strained from laughter, finally getting to her feet with next to no stability in her legs, composing herself with a single drawn out hum of positive attitude. 'Haaaa...~ That was great, fantastic..' And as if a mask had slotted in the place of her cheerful face, accompanied by a strike of thunder for good measure, the fun and giggles were over. Her eyes blanked, her eyebrows furrowed, the dagger like glare which the newcomer seemed to pull of just as well was met in kind. 'Seriously, If anyone's going to be the Captain, its me.' The surrounding crowd echo'd an uneasy laugh at how serious the situation had become, ready to cheer once more as this 'Leona' flew across the sandy strip once more, ready to bring her heel down upon the willing next challenger. Only to be met with an equally thunderous gust of wind pushing the sand out from around them in a circle, the blindingly fast kick held in place by a raised hand clutching the weaponised limbs ankle. In the defence of the very strong woman, Winry's on feet were nearly submerged in the sand by the strike, her hand wobbling slightly from absorbing the impact, but still enough buck to push the leg back away from her. She looked like she was going to say something, but Winry was quick to tug her new weapon from her jacket and send it swinging back in retaliation.

Clank!

Clong!

Clang!

Every swing and strike was deflected by her heel, annoyingly so followed by the demoralising attempts from the surrounding onlookers. Another strike was instead of countered, locked in place between sole and high heel. 'Not bad.' A hissing noise emitted in response, turning in to the trapped bat and releasing it from her grip, allowing her opponent to bring it crashing into the sand while Winry spin around her side. 'Not bad?!'

'I'll freaking give you not bad!'
And her fingers wrapped around her long flowing hair.

'LEONA-SAMAAAA!'
Her crowd cheered on as she was yanked to the ground.

'What are yo- Get off me!'
As Winry got on-top of the fallen woman, long legs turned up and wrapped around her neck.

'Two can play at that game!' And thus Winry did the same, and though the woman in Red seemed to get the upper hand in due haste, the result of both trying to pull the other one down with their legs wrapped around one another's heads wasn't exactly the professional bout that everyone was apparently looking for between these two. It took some scrambling, but Leona just as quickly got back to her feet and pinned Winry to the ground than when she was dragged down there in the first place. Winry reaching and wriggling around on the ground enough to make her retreat in a casual hop.. While Winry followed with the regaining of her foothold, gritting her teeth and kicking the bat from the ground into the air and in turn her hand.

'Not bad..'
'Newkama Kempo isn't easily matched.'
'More like Dumbkama kenpo.'

.. What?

[Raab]

"Oh shi-...Gavin? Winry?!"

"GIVE HER BACK!"
"GIVE HER BACK!"

"You two again?!"

"Now!"
"Now!"

Nolan had only just realized the quick and altogether feverish onslaught of the transvestite duo, their polished nails and well-moisturized hands lashing out at Nolan in an attempt to reclaim their crabby queen. Unfortunately for them, Nolan's relatively acute sense of personal space alerted him to their presence, giving him just enough time to tumble backwards into a half-somersault, half-backwards handspring that resulted in an awkward series of "eeks", "ooks", and "ows". Perplexed by their adversary's questionable method of escape, Naughts and Crosses simply kept where they stood, heads cocked to one side in unison. Nolan eventually rolled to a stop, his entire body once again littered with sand and various debris. The product of it all? A sad looking, mussed up blondie with his head stuck in the stand.

"What even are you?"
"What even are you?"

A series of muffled expressions warranted the dastardly duo's cautious advance on the incapacitated itinerant. Naughts and Crosses could barely piece together the mysterious message played by their enemy in wait, even as they drew closer inch by inch. Eventually the prissy pair came to worry about Nolan, and proceeded to tap him on the back in hopes of getting some sort of response other than muffled words.

"Can he move?"
"Can he even breathe?"

"P-phhhh...phhh..."

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

Fwah!

"PAPA WAAAAAAARD'S"

"What is he doing?!"
"What is he doing?!"

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"Pride!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Nolan had ripped himself from his sandy tomb with scarf in hand. The counterattack was altogether surprising and ridiculously radical, which was exactly the reason for Naughts and Crosses overall lack of readiness for the situation. In a series of lightning-fast movements, Nolan managed to subdue both of the courtly crusaders with naught but his trust scarf. By the end of his well-timed attack, Nolan had hog-tied himself a pair of proper pansies. Unsure of what had just happened, Naughts turned to Crosses in hopes of gaining some clarity.

"Did we just...?"
"I think so..."

"By hi-...?"
"No. It pains me too much already."

While Naughts and Crosses wallowed in their quick and altogether humiliating defeat, Nolan rejoiced, also confused about the outcome of his short-lived encounter.

"I...I won? Holy...holy cow! I won! I won-I-won-I-won-I-woooooooon. 'Ey! Winry! Take a look 't me-...hehhhhh?"

The naive navigator had his victory buzz harshed almost immediately. Why? Because Nolan's audience was no longer a trusted comrade, but instead the entirety of the Okamanimal army charging at him with a feral ferocity that the poor Resinbarian was all too familiar with at this point.

"Oh my Jesus...

[/size]WINRYYYYYY!"[/center]
Nolan spun on his heel and immediately high-tailed it over to his partner in crime, leaving the helpless Naughts and Crosses victim to the veritable stampede that was to come. Noticing their immediate danger, the duo managed to let off a few pointless screams before meeting the paw and hoof of every Okamanimal of the Kamabakka Queendom. After a few seconds the screams died down under the roar of Momoiro's mighty herd.

After passing over the hapless Naughts and Crosses, the stampede continued charging forward, biting at Nolan's heels all the way. Should he have been leading the cloud of ferocious lady-animals directly to his green-haired guardian? Perhaps not. Was he currently in the process of doing just that? You bet your sweet ass he was. [/blockquote]

[Terminally Chill]

“Aw man... Thought I had that one for sure.”

The battered bard emerged from the rubble, touching a trail of blood on his head and groaning. A good deal of the structure stayed in tact after Gavin's explosive entry. The stray beams of sunlight piercing the ruined wall and shattered windows allowed the guitarist a view of his supposed tomb. While marred by debris, the interior was decorated with the fashion knowledge and attention to detail one would expect from an inhabitant of Momoiro Island. The building was a beach-side dwelling judging by the furniture and other decorations that weren't demolished by the minstrel missile.

Finally freeing himself from the pile of debris, Gavin let out a massive yawn and stretched out his lanky legs. A loud crack echoed through the ruined room as the musician cocked his neck to the side, relieving the tense aftermath of Leona's bullet-speed kick. Sweeping the room slowly with sleepy eyes, he examined the quarters a bit closer. Beneath their own piles of splintered shrapnel were two bodies, dressed in the usual garb of the island and very much unconscious. While they showed no signs of movements, there was a rustling in the room. Gavin turned to the source of the shifting, blinking curiously.

“Psst... Hey, you!” came a hushed and nervous whisper. Slowly a figure peered from a piece of dislodged wall, eyes wide with fear and wig a crooked mess. “You don't look like one of them!” the disheveled Okama cautiously inched toward Gavin. “I hid when the wall exploded and stuff...” the stranger looked around the messy cluster the house had become. “Now that they're unconscious, you've gotta help me! I don't even know how long I've been here!”

Gavin stroked at his stubble, unsure of what to make of the Okama defector. He certainly didn't seem to fit in with the others. Although the commotion hadn't done any favors for the pink-island prisoner's attire, there was still a gaudy grace he was lacking in the way he carried himself. Looking closer at the shaken stranger's features, a faint sense of familiarity began to creep into Gavin's head.

“Ben...?”

The face belonged to a man Gavin confronted amid a particularly ridiculous ordeal atop a freezing mountain peak. The Rock Dragon bandit was a long way from home, and his presence in the beach hut was a baffling sight. The two had bonded over a bowl of 'magic leaves,' but the good times soon turned to violence when a certain Marine commodore and Devil Fruit-wielding blacksmiths began embroiled in a conflict with Ben's brothers, Adrian and the Rock Dragon leader, Fabian. Long story short, Gavin ended up smashing Ben into the mountainside at the battle's conclusion. The bandit had once again popped up in Loguetown, attempting to sell 'magic leaves' to Gavin and the notorious pirate Jack Dancer, but was beaten painfully into the ground once the Marines arrived and sparked an all-out melee. Needless to say, the-bandit-turned-drug-dealer-turned-Okama was a long way from home once again.

“Can you help me, then?!” he asked with pleading eyes.

“Aw maaan...” Gavin scratched at his wool cap, the guilty pangs from the past incidents wrestling with his lazy preference to simply do nothing.

Meanwhile...

A crimson blur flashed past Nolan as he desperately dashed from the rampaging stampede. In the next moment, the ground erupted in a shower of sand. The grainy screen cleared to reveal a scar torn into the neon beach, a gaping gash which halted the Okamanimals' enraged approach. The beasts of beauty regained their footing once again, facing their single adversary.

Leona stood on the other side of the sandy slash, ruby red heel hanging in the air for a moment before resting on the beach. The stand-in queen had drawn a massive line with a single kick, placing herself in front of Winry and Nolan on one side and the Okamanimal herd and the Scorpion's trampled Okama army on the other.

“What the hell do you shitheads think you're doing?!” Leona's cigarette burned as intensely as the anger in her crimson iris. “I told you these three are mine!” The entirety of the Momoiro herd growled and held their ground against their temporary leader, but none dared to gross the line in the sand. Leona only met the animalistic resistance with an unimpressed raise of her eyebrow.

A loud commotion then interrupted the intense stand-off. The broken beach-side house coughed up debris as ruined remnants sprayed across the sand. The sleepy culprit soon emerged with a loud sigh, guitar resting on one shoulder and a hand rubbing his stiff neck. The wide-eyed Momoiro renegade peering out from behind the six string slinger.

“Uuuuh... Hey guys...?” Gavin titled his shaggy head toward Winry and Nolan, pointing his thumb to the old acquaintance hiding out behind him. “Turns out I kind of owe this guy a solid, so I'm gonna help him get off the island. That cool, man?”

Leona's attention shifted from the Okamanimals, lips stretched thin in an unamused grimace at the sight of the musician acting so carefree after withstanding the tremendous blow from earlier.

“So you're alive, huh?” the Scorpion growled, hardened stare locking onto Gavin. “Finally ready to fight, th–”

“Naaaaaaah.”

The woman in red couldn't even finish her sentence before Gavin suddenly turned on a single sandal and began a mad dash toward the forest. Ben's eyes bulged from his head as he watched his savior bolt from the beach battleground.

“W-what?!” The prisoner in pink struggled to mount a fumbling flight of his own, slippers scrambling beneath him as he rushed to keep up with Gavin.

“Why you...” A vein pulsed in Leona's forehead, her whole cigarette nearly going up in flames. The brusk beauty moved to pursue the fleeing guitarist, but found herself stopped abruptly by a line of party animals. The Scorpion back-peddled from the Okamanimals, serpentine leer flashing across her surroundings. Leona and her army were surrounded. 'Are they defending those three?' the Okama grandmaster pondered as she was met with the determined faces of the prissy pack. 'No...' Leona managed to catch a glimpse of Nolan through the beastly blockade, studying the noisy navigator for a moment before finding the answer clamped painfully to his cheek.

“Alejandro.” The venomous vixen hissed the name with utter contempt, eyes narrowed on the royal crab. She dug a stiletto spike into the ground, standing her ground against the party horde. “Alright! After I get rid of the three pirates, I'll make sure to steam that false queen up and eat her with butter!”

The merciless declaration threw the Okamanimals into a frenzy, riled up at the thought of any harm coming to their crustacean queen. The circle of beasts began rapidly enclosing, but Leona had no intention of backing down from the challenge.

“Oi oi, Candies!” The substitute called out to her trampled troops. The Kamabakka soldiers rallied to her call, springing from the sand with swan-like stances readied. “Take care of the dumbass animals and then go after the pirates! Make sure they don't leave the island!”

A surprisingly-ferocious battle cry erupted from the Okama army, matched by the roars of the Okamanimal herd. Leona spit out the burned-out butt of her cigarette and rocketed into the fray, throwing the gaudy beach into chaos as the clash between man (?) and beast began.

“GAAAAAAAH! WHAT ABOUT US?!”
“GAAAAAAAH! WHAT ABOUT US?!”

With the melee consuming the shore, Gavin continued his rush toward the forest in hopes his comrades would follow.

“Why are you running away?!” Ben managed to spit out between gasped for breaths, following frantically at the songsmith's heels.

“Like I said earlier, man.” Gavin peered over his shoulder, sleepy expression contrasted to the trail of blood running down his face. “I don't feel like fighting a girl.”

“Didn't you get kicked in the head the last time you said that...?” The lack of faith in the defector's face was beginning to show as a bead of sweat rolled down his head.

Let the great escape from Momoiro Island... Begin!

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'Will you please stop bellowing my name?!'

It seemed to have become a habit of the nonsensical poor excuse for a navigator to simply scream at the top of his lungs whenever any kind of danger fell upon him, usually met with the sight that she witnessed now.. The dude flat out sprinting towards him with a mass of dresses and well-kept hair in hot pursuit, well maybe hot wasn't the right choice of words. 'Y'know you could just try fighting them you giant freaking pansy!' Those words on the other hand rather fitting considering their current locale. It didn't take long for her current opponent to make another leadership-like scene amongst all the ruckus however, a smooth and slender leg stomping down before her and strong enough to erupt the beach from its previous tranquillity. She seemed to be making a scene of the battle, claiming she could just as easily handle the three herself, and for the others to not intervene, this is all while Winry had yanked her poor excuse for a comrade away from the initial sand-line drawing but as a consequence got sand all over her face while her hands were occupied. It seemed Gavin had emerged from his first and only landed strike in the fight thus far, still unaware's Winry continued to cough and spurt nonsense while sand blurred her vision and grossed out her taste buds.

'BLEUGH'

It took more than a convenient moment for her to regain senses, and common sense that is, only hearing the end of Gavin's explanation of the situation after just propping up from his comedic downfall prior. She continued to randomly spit at periodic intervals, the odd grain of sand still rolling around where its not welcome, raising a brow to the situation, from the crowd to the line formed between them... Nolan, the idiot their musician had apparently just stumbled upon in his wreckage, even the sudden realisation that a crab was attached to a certain scarf-less individual. 'Dude, where's your scar-' The conversation going on around her seemed more prominent, the misfit musician acting impractically stubborn with the decline of long-legs invitation to fight. 'Dude.. You don't turn down a fight, that's just la- Woah, where are you going now?!' I looked like she was left to once agaisnt defend the honour of her entire company, mainly her, couldn't give a rats-ass about their inability to defend themselves. But in the most confusing and arguably grossest display of counter-play she had seen on this island, animals in dresses and make-up from her first adventure on this monstrosity of an island simply appeared before them.

She would've questioned their intent had the red lady not gone off on her own tangent explaining their whole battle plan, or maybe chase plan now? Winry was more than eager to fight them all, but it seemed with her accomplices both naturally incapacitated or otherwise fleeing, she wasn't too keen on getting lost alone on this island again. The battle cries exchanged, and the weirdest skirmish Winry had ever witnessed unfolded, it left her in a trance of confusion for a moment. Whether to laugh at the small pink haired hairy man noogie a squirrel in drag, or the pig previously noted to be in a ballerina get up jump kick two lanky pansies and purple off their feet. And though it may have occurred to Nolan long before her, two more familiar faces from the rest stuck out amongst the crowd.. Hopping around avoiding strikes and screaming at the top of their lungs while being wrapped up in a much more eye-catching piece of apparel.

'Dude, Crabs on your face, scarfs on gender-free weirdos.'
She rubbed her temples, shaking her head, a new record for Nolan.

'We seriously need to talk about your Mojo...'
And with that she motioned for him to shoo off, Gavin's tracks still fresh before them in the opposite direction of the fight.

'Alright.. Lets get this over with!'
She rolled up her sleeves, grabbing her bat from the ground.

Her relatively stumpy height by comparison had her lost the the eye the moment she emerged herself in the rough and tumble, though her presence all too prominent as animal and gender free man alike began to exclaim a little bit more from the normal atmosphere, either flying above the tussle and back in, or leaps and bounds from it and deep into the sand in the distance. Then, casually and elegantly, if you could call a green haired maniac flinging a baseball bat around with one hand while she pulled two tied okama elegant.. Out from the fight and towards where she had last seen Gavin's rear-end and tail between his legs. 'I swear, if you guys even so much as whimper, I'm just gonna flat out rip you from this scarf, limb by limb.' That same intimidating glint in her eye and detailed explanation of consequence had them as quiet as a pretty coloured mouse as she picked up momentum towards the hopefully three escaping friends of Winry's, that is if Nolan had listened to her instruction.

It didn't take long to catch up, at least within shouting distance as the battle raged on behind them, not like two dead weights were gonna slow her down, she carried something quadruple their weight on a daily basis.. She missed that sexy Tonfa. 'Oioi, so we're just gonna run in circles and hope they don't notice us?! We don't even have a right out of her-' Then it dawned on her, it was mangled if not near destroyed.. But that thing would find a way to be a pain in the ass once more, she guaranteed it. 'Oooooh no! we're not using that thing again okay?! We can't make a daring escape on something that looks like that.. Guys?!' Were it not on a rainbow coloured island, running from genderless hairy fighters and creatures, dragging two between an idiots scarf who mounted a pink crab to his face. Following a complete imbecile who happened to find some random guy then chose to bolt into an island they knew nothing about, which in case she hadn't previously noted was barfed on by crayons.

This might have actually been a cool-ish adventure.
'Guys can you even hear me?!'

[Raab]

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Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgo-

"ooWAH?!

Pfff!

The bedraggled bum of an adventurer had once again found himself face-first, tumbling at full speed into a heap of pink sand that had already done well to cover the entirety of his aching body. Every muscle and joint in the young Resinbarian's body screamed in painful unison as Nolan attempted to pull himself up; there was, of course, a herd of crazed Okamanimals en route to destroy his face and most likely the rest of his body along with it. After spitting the sand from his mouth and wiping his eyes clean of debris, the naive navigator looked out across the lengthly shore to see his captain and comrade, Gavin, trouncing about with some old guy he had never met nor seen before. Nolan's brow rose, confused as to who exactly the man was and why Gavin was so quick to follow him to...wherever they were headed.

However...something else had quickly and completely captured Nolan's attention; a most regularly taken-for-granted ability was recently bestowed upon him, the troubled traveler not realizing his newfound power until this very moment.

"I can SEE!"

Nolan let out his best Resinbarian hoot and holler, grabbing at his face to make sure the devil-crab of his nightmarish escapade into the heart of this hellhole had truly gone missing.

"Halle-FREAKIN'-lujah! Oi'! Gavin! Wait u-..."

Clickclick.

The joy that had so quickly flooded Nolan's body had now evacuated with the same sense of urgency; it was as if the two, quickly placed "clicks" served as a death rattle, the last stroke of the timer that was Nolan's happily haphazard life. Not daring to look anywhere but directly in front of him, Nolan spoke out, expecting to be answered in some form. Was there anyone there?

"It's...it's you, ain't it?"

Click.

"Mm...s'pose yer' up on top of my head then, hm?"

Click.

"Mm...s'pose you know what's comin' then..."

Snap![/size]

"YEEEEEEEEEEOWHOOHWAAAAA!"

"♪ ALEJANDRO~ ♪"
"♪ ALEJANDRO~ ♪"

"SHUT UP!"

The chase commenced once more with the excruciating vice-grip that was Alejandro, a truly terrifying juggernaut that was now latched onto the lower lobe of Nolan's right ear. This powerfully painful stimulus urged Nolan to continue his daring escape, only this time alongside a familiar friend and two not-so-familiar not-friends that were beautifully bound to an all too familiar scarf that our troubled traveler had nearly left behind.

"Ah! Winry! You came back for meeeeOW would you get off of me?!"

Alejandro bubbled with excitement as he continued his brutal onslaught on Nolan's ear [much to Nolan's misfortune]. This did not, however, keep the dynamic duo that was the green-haired guardian and her indigo invertebrate from continuing their own chase, the chase after their fearless [?] leader! It seems he had a plan, albeit completely impromptu and riddled with mystery. Unfortunately, it was all they had. Here's to hoping that it would all go as "planned". [/ul]

[Terminally Chill]

The ragtag ensemble continued their tumble through the forest of neon horrors, uncharacteristically led by a certain sleepy songsmith – Gavin Amadeus D'Arras. The core trio was reunited once more, with Ben, the unexpected addition of the former bandit from Gavin's past, trailing breathlessly behind. The Okama twins, Naughts and Crosses, were along for the ride as well, dragged carelessly against their will by the callous Winry Saito in the tangle of treasured scarf. Last but not least was the princess of the Okamanimals, the fancy crab Alejandro, clamped ruthlessly to the unfortunate ear lobe of Nolan Ward. The scene was hardly the romanticized picture of a grand and daring escape dreamed up in the minds of artists and writers alike. Grand and daring was perhaps an exaggeration, but Gavin and the others rushed toward an escape nonetheless.

“Hey! So what's the plan?” Ben gasped out from behind Gavin, tossing the wig of disheveled locks aside as he rubbed furiously at the mask of make-up plastering his face.

“Huuuuh? Plan, man?” The musician turned to the Okama prisoner, his clueless blinking not exactly inspiring confidence. “I was just following you, man.”

“YOU'RE THE ONE RUNNING IN FRONT?!” the exasperated bandit loudly replied, teeth pointed in a shark-toothed scream.

“Ooooh yeah, man.” Gavin made little effort to deal with his flawed logic, neutralizing the angry observation with his usual carefree shrug. Rubbing at the corners of shadow-streaked eyes, Ben began questioning the decision of putting his life in the hands of the laid-back bard.

“How do you guys even survive with a captain like that?” the defector asked in a hushed tone after turning to the other two members included in the merry band of wandering fools, a hand shielding his mouth from Gavin. Even if the dopey drifter had heard the question, it was unlikely he'd respond – 'captain' was a title just now being thrust upon him.

A thunderous crash from behind gave the aimless mad-dash a new sense of urgency. A splintering groan echoed through the crayon canopy, unmistakably distinguishable as the dying cry of a felled tree. However, the following sound would truly light the fire at the escapees' heels.

“D'ARRAS! GET BACK HERE!” came the enraged cry of the Momoiro's stand-in queen, Leona the Scorpion. There was no sign of the lady in the red dress, but the presence of her wrath was unmistakable, even from as far behind as she was.

“Don't you – GUH! -– see? Leona-sama will save us – UGH! - no matter what!” Naughts managed to bumble out between being slammed into assorted obstacles.

“You'll never – OW! – escape Momoiro!” Crosses tacked on, bouncing across the forest floor along with his sister in the bundled scarf.

“Whoa man...” The troubadour's tone contained a thoughtful consideration, sleepy eyes narrowed intently on the task ahead and hand rubbing at his stubble. Ben allowed a quiet sigh of relief to slip, while the Okama twins smirked proudly. Gavin was finally realizing how serious the situation w– “That chick really digs me, man.”

“SHE KICKED YOU IN THE FACE!”
“SHE KICKED YOU IN THE FACE!”
“SHE KICKED YOU IN THE FACE!”

“Love hurts, man.” Gavin accompanied the dead-pan reply with a sagely nod, keeping in composure despite the chorus of fanged yells directed toward him. Despite the ridiculously-carefree nature of the musician, no one could argue against the perils of attraction.

“Did you three come on a ship, or what?” Ben finally shook away the frustration of dealing with the drifter, reigning in his simmering anger. “We'll need one if we're going to escape, right?”

“Ooooh yeah, man...” Tapping on his scruffy chin, Gavin began to recall the 'grand' vessel that had mistakenly carried them to the neon nightmare of an island. “You said you saw the sweet duck boat, right Winry? Where's it at, man?”

Gavin clearly didn't bother to register the devastating doctor's earlier protests. The daring escape was totally going to be made on that thing.

[Tori Tori Chopper]

'It was destroyed, in a horrible accident which included my fists, and numerous flames.'

This was said in confidence, and much to the rag tag okama poster duo of the island's surprise, the woman who was previously behind all other escapees had somehow bolted to the front.. Or at least in this case beside the man of music running backwards with her hands in her pockets. Nothing said freedom like having literal tons of weight of your body, she could probably run the island in the time it took them to find the boat again. Better still she could destroy what remained of the boat, then run back and act as if she found it that way. '.. Wait a second.' Her face gleamed over the thought, sadly the outside factors of two complete idiots moaning about its fate or being eventually captured, which they would if the duck met an ultimate and creative demise within the next couple of minutes. 'Urgh, nevermind.' An internal conversation and dream, which sadly would remain internal. 'Look, could we at least talk about this? I mean how the hell is that freak-shaped boat gonna even have enough speed to get us off the island, that crazy woman could probably swim faster than that thing sails.' She reallyreally didn't want anything to do with that excuse for a sea worthy contraption after all, I mean if it was in any way cognitive it'd hardly like her either.. Almost killed it after all, almost

'Oh, over there! What an elegant creature.'
'I've never seen it around here before, so majestic.'

It couldn't be.

'This scarf's going around your mouths if you don't pipe down.'
'No really, look over there, its almost flying in pure glamour!'
'I wish I had such grace.'

Turning from her current back-pedal to look towards this amazing monster in question, her brisk pace slowly decreased in superior speed, before being able to focus more thoroughly on the figure in question. It was huge, white, and slowly sailing only slightly above the low tree-line to their east. Coincidently in a direct flight path with them if they continued to run onwards. Moments later as predicted it came closer and more openly into view with a clearing in the trees they had been dashing around. The view to some would have been beautiful, awe inspiring even. A perfect glistening river drifted through the island before them, surrounded in flowers and single trees bearing glorious fruits which were at the very least visually appealing. Going towards said water route was a large white beast, pristine and bouncing off the multiple bright colours that littered the landscape off its surface, surrounded by other animals in even brighter clothing and questionable make-up for their assorted species. It was the end of the line for their amazing escape, for Winry at least. It was repaired, fixed with a new coat of paint, arguably better looking than the first time they layed eyes on it back at Resinbar. As it was gently placed onto the waters surface in some sort of congratulatory event as far as the noises from the animals indicated, Winry's heart sank to her stomach.

'It can't die.'
'I-Its not alive dear.'
'It looks splendid though.'

'It is not of this world.'
'She's losing it.'
'She had something to begin with?'

A small giggle escaped her eventually stationary being, almost like she had just hiccuped and it blew her mind. It continued, eventually becoming this monotone never-ending laughter under her breath as she slowly approached the vessel bobbing on the water. 'I'm going to kill this thing, I hope you small creepy animals know that.' They all began to part like the sea for her to approach the boat, probably more scared than trying to make it look dramatic. 'Its going to meet its end, maybe not today.. But one day.' she pressed her hand agaisnt it, edging in close to its woodwork, despite its head being at the front of its structure. 'By my hand.' The scene, surrounded in gloom and a shaded atmosphere cracked when another noise challenged it for most obnoxious and eye-catching, trees collapsing in the small forest they had just ran out of in a very left, right and centre fashion. 'Does this river even go out to the ocean?! The water looks like its made of pink lemonade!' She looked to the momentarily cheering okama team who were then fixated on once again, thus resetting into their previous captive-like-persona's, nodding repeatedly. 'So this is our way out.. On this.. Really really.. Really..' It was the slowest moving water known to this universe, and arguably beyond. Other creatures had began to hop on it, slowly taking it down the stream as if it was some sort of ride.. Sadly their ride came to an erupt end moments after it began by a woman literally on fire.

'Screw this!'
And thus the duck was lifted from the water, creatures and all.

'We've been running this way for ages now, we have to be near the shore if we keep going in the same direction, right?!' The subtle crunching of the boat starting to collide with the colourful ground got louder, slowly being churned into its original dirt form as the trail of the new land vehicle began to extend beyond the river route and in the direction they had been running once more. Numerous animals jumped off it after realising what was going on, and though their weight wasn't a factor, the growling personal tantrum the green haired menace was throwing fuelled her speed, starting to pick up the pace pretty quickly for someone tugging along the back of an entire ship with one hand while slowly evolving into a jog and in turn a run. 'I'm done with this island! I'm done with these people! I'm done with COLOURS and RAINBOWS and JOY!' She was eventually only slightly slower than she had been previously going without the new weight, making a break for the shore-line ignorant of who was following her.. She had after all, passed the point of no return.

'OKAMAAAAAAS!'
oh dear.