Post by EriChar on May 16, 2013 9:04:08 GMT -5
Note: the entirety of this thread takes place roughly ten years before
the reunion of the Straw Hat Pirates at Saboady.
"A bad first impression can only improve from there, right?"
the reunion of the Straw Hat Pirates at Saboady.
"A bad first impression can only improve from there, right?"
The warm, summer air of Dance Island sounded like it was almost alive; humming with the rattles of countless cicada singing what was presumably, to the ears of their own species a sweet symphony of seduction, or something similar. To human ears, most would consider this din to be not a song at all, but rather a nuisance. Loudly did they declare their passions in the night sky, telling stories of the stars that hung above, but for the ear that did not understand, these sonnets were a clattering din of displeasure; a droning sound of notes not suited to bring any kind of soothing, and instead an interruption to sleep and thought. However, there was at least one such human, who contrary to the masses, found this sound to be pleasing. Not in the same way as the humble cicada might; no, his source of satisfaction was brought through somewhat more sinister means, for to this person, they were a welcome means to help him achieve his ends.
Perched on the rest of tree blessed with an ample degree of foliage, the figure who appreciated this noise waited patiently, peering at the outline of a structure illuminated by lunar light; a doctor’s clinic. Was this a shinobi, waiting to rectify a failed assassination? One could briefly consider this a possibility; small of frame and with a sword across his back, much of this person was hidden from view, but a closer inspection of the clothing suggested that an assassin this boy was not. A professional killer would not wear a sleeveless, salmon coloured shirt and blue shorts, and they would have the comportment, the pride of their job, to make a better attempt of hiding their face than wrapping a handkerchief over the top of their head, and around their nose. It was a pretty poor attempt at concealing one’s identity, and short of hiding hair colour and dragging the nose upward to look like that of a pig, most of the features of this face were visible. It was these visible facial features that perhaps put to rest any worry that this form was an assassin, for hiding in a loop of knotted cloth, shone eyes as bright as the stars above them. These were not the eyes of a killer, not the eyes of someone who had felt a piece of their soul break away as they stole the life of another, they were deep, and though dark, seemed alight at the same time; burning with dreams and ambitions. This person was no ninja, he was a child, a naughty one at that, by the name of Fuu Roji.
Noisy little buggers make for a nice cover... With a small grin, Roji glanced around himself and then looked up to the moon, happy at the sound that swam through the air. Not the sharpest of minds, but at the same time not entirely without something of an edge, this boy knew that the din of the cicada would make his intent much easier. With the bugs making that jangling song, the people who sought to avoid it would have to dull their senses in order to sleep; plugging their ears to keep the sound of the vocal little beasts out, all sorts of other sounds might well escape their ears, specifically, those of a young man happening to slip his way into property which was not his own. This wicked wisdom he had obtained through experience, rather than intelligence; the delinquent child had known long ago that the blanket of darkness that followed the departure of the sun was a convenient weapon against sight, but what about sound? When things go dark, the sense of sound is the substitute used to inform one of goings on, so even if one could make their image transparent, they would never truly be able to be invisible if they could cover up every trace of their being. The boy in the branch had no time nor experience on how to render himself a true ‘ghost’, but with night hiding the sight of him, and horny bugs hiding the sound, it was good enough for him.
Time to move! The surrounding suddenly falling into a screen of darkness, as one of the scarce, stray clouds above swept over the circle of light in the sky, the young Roji knew that it was time for him to act. With a smile as broad as his face would allow, almost as if he were taking part in some sort of game, the youngster began his campaign. Darkness as a blanket protecting him from prying eyes, quickly did he slip down from his perch and skate across the ground toward the structure his had so keenly surveyed. Pawing at the windows of the buildings in the dark, scurrying around close to the ground, as the cumulus cut quickly across the moon, the burglar sought to find his way into the building, testing the access points until he could find one through which his entrance had not been barred.
C’mon… Hot day like this, you gotta have let the air in a little… With his nose and lips fidgeting as he reached up the glass gently, Fuu tried to find one that moved away. Touching them with a gentle, quiet hand, finally, as his ally in the sky turned away from him and the lunar object it warded, the thief found a furnishing through which he could force himself through. Light that in the day would have been dull, but at night is ever so bright beginning to wash over the surroundings in a wave of luminosity, the small frame of this child was thrust through the square shape of a window he had silently slipped open less than a second before. Flopping over and onto the floor in a forwards roll, the thief achieved at least the first step of his plan; gain entry, and that left only two more stages left in his adventure.
To eyes that had only entered the low level of light recently, the locale would have looked distinctly black, with little to define it, however; the young burglar could see a whole lot more. Having been stalking through the darkness to get to even this point for hours, his eyes had become perfectly acclimatized to the low level of light that was in this room, allowing him to skilfully search his surrounding for sight of what he sought to obtain.
So, where is it…? With his eyes narrowing as he peered around what surrounded him in the dimly lit room, this thief ignored the valuable looking ornaments and trinkets that adorned his locale, and moved onto the next room. After all, this boy was no common crook; Fuu Roji had some very specific items to steal…