Post by Vio on Feb 28, 2015 13:31:17 GMT -5
Thoughts drifting between those of duty and necessity as she paced back and forth upon lithe limbs, Ffion van Pierre currently found herself locked in a desperate battle with her own whims. To add to the confusion she currently experienced, Samba Deflor had yet to return to the scene, the hot-headed heroine having raced off in pursuit of what she had likely believed to be the culprit. As for the mermaid, one side of her was trying to reason with the other, knowing that the man had caused such chaos with intent, yet wishing deeply that it was not the case. Her mind raced back to thoughts of a more delicate nature as she looked towards the line of bodies, battered and bruised yet treated to the best of her own ability. Certainly, the medics of the Galley La Company had welcomed her assistance and, quite frankly, she was glad that she had been there when she had. She dared not think of what else could have happened, but at least some degree of luck had shone down upon the docks today.
Why would a man do such a thing? she asked herself, clasping her hands together in front of her as if praying for some light to be hidden in the darkness. If there was one lesson that her deepening knowledge of science and medicine had provided her, it was the fact that everything had a cause. Life was always about cause and effect. Illnesses were caused by infection, combining substances produced an effect in the form of a chemical reaction. Therefore, there had to be an explanation for why this mystery bomber had done what he had, but without some insight as to who he was, there was no way for the curious chemist to understand. Once more her innocence mentality emerged, preventing her from pegging any evil intent to anyone, though that did not stop her from thinking about the possibilities. A half-dozen ideas sprang to mind, but she was just too naive to believe that any of them could be the reason.
"Nmaaa..." The familiar voice of Water Seven's mayor reaching her ears and clearing her thoughts, Ffion closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, finding soothing comfort in the darkness; a thing that was so natural to her simply because of the creature she shared features of. For that reason, an absence of light - whether it be the darkest depths of the sea or the inkiness of the night sky - had always been like a warm blanket that made her feel at home. Closing her eyes was one of the few times she could replicate that effect during the hours of day, even if it was not quite as powerful, allowing her to obtain comfort when there was none to be had. Drowning out the sounds of pain and panic, the Vampire Squid mermaid focused on more pleasant sensations. The sound of the waves splashing gently against the docks and the hulls of ships, the soft salty scent of the water that lingered about. She even recalled the rhythmic melody of the shipwrights that had caught both herself and Miss Deflor in a musical trap upon first entering the yard. What better way to drown ones sorrows and insecurities than to recall happier times?
"It would seem the Galley La owes you a debt for your intervention, young lady," she heard Iceburg say, but those words were not directed at herself. Clearly he spoke to someone else, but who? Immediately her worries plucked forth the name of the mocha maiden with whom she traveled, hoping that she had returned with the culprit in tow. Fuchsia eyes popped open, body twisting and head whipping around and anticipation, her mind immediately placing the tall and slender silhouette of Samba in place. But the glimmer of hopefulness soon subsided, retreating like the tide and instead replaced by a strange curiosity. There stood the man with the dusting of lavender upon his face, standing calmly and radiating that same tranquility as before, this time dressed with gratitude and pride. But nowhere to be seen was the burning blonde. Instead, the gentleman's eyes gazed up into the sky in the direction of the ship that had taken the brunt of the blast, and Miss Pierre's eyes followed that line of sight.
A cloud? Not entirely sure as to what she was seeing, the current vision reflected in her rich eyes went against everything she knew about weather... Which, to be honest, was not all that much. Still, a strange bundle of wispy cotton wool clung to the sky like any cumulus, its form hazy like morning mist as it lingered about the ship. Never had she seen a cloud fall so low to the sea, save for a couple of previous encounters with that phenomenon known as fog. But, fog was a vast thing that could swallow an island, always seeming to retreat as you moved forward, and close up again in your wake. This couldn't have been fog. There wasn't enough of it, and it seemed so dense as well. Sitting her glasses upon the bridge of her nose, their thick lenses widening her eyes to unnatural size to those who looked back into them, the many-legged maiden looked up to the cloudy form. Curls of smoke and steam had long since vanished, ferocious flames having been doused so quickly, likely by this strange entity.
Is that a woman? Tilting her head to one side, she stared curiously at the now clearer image. A feminine form seemed to hide among the cloud, clumps of mist clinging to her cranium and white wisps extending out around her, almost as if she was the source of the substance itself. But, no human - not even a Fishman or mermaid - could hover in the air in such a way. Not without the use of something utterly supernatural and fascinating. There was no doubt in Ffion's mind about it. This unfamiliar face, misty blue eyes peering out from the white plume, had most definitely partaken of the Devil's Fruit at some point in her mysterious past. Interest piqued like never before, the medicine woman's knowledge of those peculiar morsels was lacking, but she knew at least of the ups and downs, now having experienced two such powers. Her own friend, Samba, had consumed a Paramecia class Akuma no Mi. As for this mysterious woman who cowered curiously in the cloud, was this her first experience of a Logia class?
"Fiiiiiii~" A light squeal of excitement escaped her lips as, upon writhing tendrils, the delicate doctor rolled herself with grace towards the mayor. But alas, despite all her childish intrigue, Ffion did not feel as enthused as she normally would about one of her chosen goals. There were still other matters, far more important at present, that had her concerns. The injured men. The state of the ship. Samba...