Meeting of Troublemakers.

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"Neat dials Elyssa. You're making me all jealous over here. All I got is my weapons, no cloud producing shoes." Said Gorrum with a grin. He was imagining what a giant lizard in Elyssa's shoes would look like running about. It would be a sight to behold, especially if he got fairy wings too.Though he was sure more people would be horrified at the image of a seven foot tall lizard man in butterfly wings with cloud producing shoes running at them.

Like Aimee he was thinking about what kind of dials he could use to harm people. Unlike her he wasn't concerned about thinking that way. He had been a gladiator and killing and harming people to live had been a way of life. One he wanted to forget, but being wanted back by former masters meant he'd likely be fighting for the rest of his life to avoid capture. "Sky islands huh? That may be out of the question for some time. Kinda need a ship first to get up there. A strong crew as well."

Aimee's questions made him laugh. "No dear. We're roughing it. Bathing in streams, eating off the fat of the land, and sleeping in the dirt. Sorry I'm not exactly in a position to own a house in the middle of the woods." The question of stories made him pause for a moment. "No stories a child should hear and many stories you'd likely not want to hear. Maybe someday I'll tell you, but not today." He'd move a bit closer to Aimee and expose a brand on his body to her marking him as a slave. "Not very happy stories to be told."

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“No dear. We’re roughing it,” Gorrum replied, answering the artisan’s question. Likely much to the dismay of Aimée, Mister Eckhart was indubitably correct about the situation at hand, and even Arca Dia Elyssa knew that much. Running away was no comfortable thing, though the Sky Islander’s descent from above had proven to her already that ‘roughing it’ was a lot more fun than having everything presented to you upon a silver platter. That being said, the two women were worlds apart, even if their similar cacophonies of colour seemed to suggest otherwise.

“A ship?” she questioned, cocking her head as she drew yet another wispy circle around her comrades. “Weird. I just climbed down.”

Indeed, Miss Arca Dia had done just that. Her escape from the land of Papiliea was not some grand descent aboard pirate ship, nor had she required the aid of a Balloon Octopus. Rather, thanks to the exact location of her homeland, she had been able to just find a suitable pinnacle of those massive rocks known as mountains and climb down. Certainly, it had not been the most comfortable trek, but it had been worth it. Every aspect of her body had been tuned finely for such altitudes, with a lighter skeleton and lungs efficient enough to attain oxygen from some of the thinnest air the world had to offer.

“So, Elyssa,” the painter asked, “this place you mentioned earlier… Papiliea? What’s it like there?”

“Uh… I dunno, it’s pretty boring up there. It’s just lots of Cloud, with a lot of plants. There’s giant bugs, too,” Elyssa explained, completely blasé about the wonderments of her origins. Indeed, she’d seen practically everything the Kingdom had to offer – grown up with the enormous dragonflies and moths and other such creepy crawlies that inhabited the upper reaches. Nothing that place could offer could hold her interest for anything more than a few passing seconds, and over time it had become an exceptionally dull land to live in. That was just it. If you experience something constantly, it cannot surprise you anymore. On top of that, the winged wanderer really did not want to return only to be cooped up in the palace once again. The life of a royal was astoundingly boring. Scratching her temple, she continued: “The Royal Guard fly around on giant dragonflies, which is kind of cool. Huh. I should’ve tried to sneak one out when I left the palace…”

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Arca Dia Elyssa (0033ff)
Aimée Monet (dbdb00)
Gorrum Eckhart (012345)
Loguetown Marines

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She wasn't to happy with the fact that she'd have to spend the night looking like this, but after being practically shot she was thankful just to still be alive. Plus Gorrum seemed to know what he was doing and that was enough for her. How could you not trust in someone who saved your life? She'd have to pay him back someday for that, but the painter didn't know how just yet.

"It's funny, I have no experience living in these conditions, but I'm pretty good at avoiding living in them. What I mean to say is I also have skills as a navigator. Painting is my preferred lifestyle choice, but my mom had something different in mind for me and my sister. She taught us navigation throughout our lives."

This was true Aimee could find her way back to any town under most conditions, she was taught how to toggle a log pose as well but she's never actually had a working one. Her mom had one that did not work, but still was able to function such that she used it as a visual aid to help her understand how it worked. Aimee never really found need for these skills until just recently.

When Gorrum got closer Aimee saw the brand of the slave upon him and realized that up until this very moment the concept of slavery was very foreign to her. It was merely something she heard about, or if she did see it a fish person was the slave. She never thought an actual human could be a slave despite what she learned about the topic. It made sense though, Gorrum was a big strong man he could likely perform physical feats that Aimee could never dream of doing with her small bone structure. It was a shame however that he had once lived a life like that. When she thought about the things he's likely been through her own problems seemed to pale and look rather silly. One things for sure she was glad he was on her side. Aimee didn't really want to see if her guts also changed colors when she ate that fruit, and if he wanted to he could pop her like a grape.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you... If you want I can share some of my stories later on. They are happy maybe they could make you happy too."

A good story could take a person away from personal struggles. It was a nice distraction from what bothered them. Besides painting that's how Aimee escaped.
Elyssa's explanation of her homeland seemed bland and boring, nothing like what Aimee had heard about other islands. It was almost a disappointment perhaps she was from a less exciting island? The idea of giant bugs didn't rest well with Aimee. The painter liked bugs only as they existed on canvas, or paper. Face to face encounters with them were a no no, and the bigger the scarier.

"Oh well sheesh I could stand right here and paint that up now using only my imagination."

There absolutely had to be something truly inspiring up there on one of them islands she just knew it. Something wild and crazy like nothing the world has ever seen before and just waiting for someone to come along and capture its image. Aimee knew she'd find what she needed within the clouds. Just probably not the ones that surrounded Elyssa's island.

"But certainly you must have some exciting memory of the place. It can't be all boring right?"

Even the island Aimee was from had some excitement about it. It was pretty boring too, but still. Aimee would just have to learn to like it out here then since apparently this is where she will stay. At least she wasn't alone.

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"Climbed down?" Asked Gorrum curiously. He didn't know much about sky islands. He didn't believe one could simply climb down from them though. He was going to have to tie that one to an overactive imagination. Though he could believe the giants and the giant bugs. He had seen plenty of those, but he had never heard of her kingdom. Course he had essentially lived under a rock because of his years of captivity.

"Wait royal guards? Did they patrol your town often?" Royal guards he had seen with world nobility, but not ever without a charge to protect. "Was your countries nobility intermingling with us commoners? I find that hard to believe." Gorrum's experience with nobility had never been pleasant. Even before he had been taken as a slave. He had lived in a nobles junkyard with his family after all. Not exactly a great track record.

He'd turn his attention to Amiee for a moment. "Painting and navigation? Your set Amiee. Two professions is pretty awesome. Never getting lost would be great, especially out on the sea when all you got is water all around you." He'd wave off concerns. "Don't apologize you had nothing to do with it. Those stories will be great to hear later. A pick me up is always welcome." He would listen for now interested to hear more about what the kid of the group had to say about her skyward home.

[Vio]

“It can’t be all boring, right…?”

“Wait, Royal Guards…?”

It seemed that the reactions of Aimée Monet and Gorrum Eckhart were starkly different, revealing where their priorities lay. One was more concerned about aesthetic; the latter seemed wary of nobility and their associated patrols. Either way, Arca Dia Elyssa was not entirely sure of how to answer their questions, respective. Even so, she picked at her memories to try and uncover something to answer with, but to no avail. Papiliea was no boring land, to be frank, but might as well have seemed as such to the regal runaway.

Pwooff…

“Aww! They ran out again…” Stumbling slightly as her slick footing was stolen from her, the adolescent angel looked down to her feet. Sure enough, the Milky Dials which powered her skating prowess had once more exhausted their supply of Cloud, forcing her to do the rather disinteresting thing and walk alongside her company. It was not all bad, at least. Conversation, even if she was flowing in and out of it on a whim, was sufficient enough to occupy her attentions. Unfortunately, such things were starting to wane again, and the immediate vicinity since leaving Loguetown proper was not exactly exciting.

“I forgot what I was talking about…,” Elyssa muttered, stopping dead in her tracks. Her expression a puzzling one, she scratched her head, but failed to provoke any reminiscence. That was until an appropriate ‘bookmark’ of their conversation flew past – a dragonfly of rich metallic blue flew in front of her eyes, strafing left and right before ascending and vanishing from view. “Oh! Yeah! The Royal Guard always patrolled the Kingdom when I was outside. Not that I was even supposed to be outside – I should’ve been inside and studying, but that’s snoring boring, and-!”

She paused. Bright eyes looked to the skies.

“Oh. My. Pap! Clouds look so tiny from down here!” Bouncing around on her toes like an overly excited schoolgirl, wings a-flutter as she did so, Miss Arca Dia could not help but find wonderment in yet another facet of ‘lowland’ life. Innocently she pointed to the blue and white above, curiously comparing the size of a passing cumulus to that of her finger, only to find that said windward wad was barely even the size of her hand. Perhaps this was the most fascinating thing she had discovered all day. That did not bode well. Excitement quickly ebbed and – without further stimulation – the Papiliean Princess suddenly found herself fast asleep. Still standing on one foot with her arm raised, but asleep nonetheless…

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Arca Dia Elyssa (0033ff)
Aimée Monet (dbdb00)
Gorrum Eckhart (012345)
Loguetown Marines

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