Unexpected Beginning [Roin & Vio]

[Izananana!]

Yet another stop on her ever expanding adventure. It was crowded like most port towns were and she did her best to keep out of people’s way. She particularly kept a close watch on those who seemed like they were lingering too close to her and for too long. She was a bit more cautious than most of the people who were pushing their way through the crowds but they didn’t have the same fear she possessed. Why should they when this country was a proud supporter of the world government?

Johanna wasn’t going to let that fact bother her though much like she didn’t when she was on other countries that were supporters of the world government. It would only be suspicious if she did openly object to the people who was practically in charge of almost everything. She was already a pirate even if she wasn’t on a crew nor looked like much of one. However, all those new wanted posters only proved to her that even the most normal looking of people could end up being a pirate.

Pirates were welcomed into this town despite the fact that there was a Marine base on the island. It was the perfect place to just look around at different ingredients and see if she could ‘hear’ anything about the all blue. That would require her finding a place to just sit and watch the people around her. For now, she was fine just walking along the stalls that were set up and look at what fresh ingredients she might be able to get her hands on today. She still had things left over from her last shopping trip and that was mainly because she had bought too much in the first place. She had gotten pretty excited with all the interesting things she had found back on the last island.

Jo was determined to not make that same mistake this time because she was only one person and she could eat it all herself. She never really ate that much anyway but she was always willing to stick around so she could give away some of her cooking if she had to. She mainly kept to herself as she looked at what each stall had to offer. As she continued on down the road, a smell entered her nose and she couldn’t help but push her way through the crowd so she could find the culprit.

It just so happened that on her way to the delicate smell that her nose had caught she bumped into the wrong person. A pirate who happened to realize that she was a girl half his size and wanted to take advantage of the fact. Most people shied away as the guy went barreling after her since his initial call of ‘hey you bitch’ didn’t seem to get her attention. He followed her as she appeared to remain clueless to the man as he stomped behind her. She had reached her destination just before the man put his hand on her shoulder forcing her to turn to look at him.

“Oi. I said hey you bitch. Why you act like you can just bump into whoever you please without apologizing?” The man said to Johanna who was still really just focusing on the baked goods before her and didn’t happen to catch what the man had said at all.

[Vio]

How long had it been? Weeks? Months? A substantial stretch of time since Arelya Gaille had descended from the Sky Island of Skypiea – her former home in the Clouds – and arrived upon the sapphire waters of the Blue Sea. However long it was, it did not matter much to her at present, for her wandering ways had somehow guided her to less tumultuous waters; the West Blue was significantly calmer than the chaos into which she had initially fallen.

“Ilusia Kingdom, huh?” she shrugged.

Since being branded as a wanted woman by the World Government, the Skypiean had run into her fair share of Bounty Hunters and mercenaries looking to rake in a quick but small fortune by taking her head. Fortunately for her, such pursuers were small fry. Nothing she could not handle with a sharp swing of a wrench, or a shot or two of compressed piercing air from her trusted inventions, ‘Solas’ and ‘Dorcha’. It seemed the bigger, competent hunters would not give her the time of day, setting their sights upon men with prices on their heads that made her own measly four million look like small change. Not that she was complaining, of course.

Nobody ever recognised her, anyway.

Though, that could have been down to a substantial change in aesthetic. Walking through the streets of one of Ilusia’s port towns, the name of which had eluded her, Arelya was now clad in an entirely different garb to that which she had initially opted into. She still wore white knee-high boots, but the matching skirt and black tights had long since been replaced by three-quarter length skinny jeans of denim dyed green, accompanied by a black leather belt which supported her holsters and toolkit. A lime long-sleeved top had been exchanged for a black T-shirt of V-neck design, whose abnormally short sleeves barely covered her shoulders, and she had finally managed to attain a new jacket. It was a cropped ‘biker jacket’ of white leather, which she had left unzipped, but it concealed her wings as she preferred.

“I was hoping the West would have a lot more tech than this,” she muttered, hands on her hips as she walked a brisk walk across the promenade. At least she had ships to look at – vessels ranging from simple sailboats to larger fishing trawlers and even more mighty mercantile craft. Nothing exceptional, and fortunately no immediate sign of World Navy vessels, but plenty to keep her mind from wandering too far.

The wind was gentle, brushing at the lime cotton scarf that hung loosely around her neck, black and white checkerboard ends fluttering in the breeze. Her hair too, its hues green as ever, rippled in the flow of the sea air. Once shoulder length, Miss Gaille had opted to trim her locks to a more manageable length; something of a layered ‘pageboy’ cut, with a lengthier back that fell messily around her nape and collar and a shortened fringe. Typical of her rebellious nature, tradition had been forgotten, leaving the top of her hair without the ‘antennae’ of Skypiean stylings. Her goggles sat upon her head, too…

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{*OOC*}

othing big, as it has been a while since I’ve written her. I’m giving her a bit of a refresh.

Starring…

Arelya Gaille (00c00c)

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[Izananana!]

Upon finally reaching the booth that the smell seemed to be coming from, her eyes were met with a delightful sight of sweets. She scanned over the display trying to decide on which goody looked the most delicious but most importantly which one she should buy. She had already said she wasn't going to buy too much food as she had plenty left and she preferred eating her sweets in moderation. Even after she didn't have much access to them.

Johanna was just reaching for her notebook so that she could ask some questions to the lady running the booth when the man laid his hand upon her shoulder. It was rather roughly at that and it made it quite hard for her to ignore. Not that she would have because that would have been rude even if she could tell that their must have been something wrong. All she did was stare at him in a mini stare down with him because she had missed him trying to speak to her.

It didn't take long for the air around the two to become electrified but not based on the attitude from Jo. She wasn't entirely sure why the guy had even bothered approaching her in the first place and the fact that she wasn't answering his previously asked question only seemed to piss him off further. She could tell the longer she stayed quiet the more steamed the guy got in response.

There was another minute of the silent stare down before she decided to go back to what she had been originally doing. It was clear to her that the guy wasn't going to leave her alone any time soon and if the stare down were to continue it would only cause more people to leave due to being uncomfortable. She didn't want to be left alone with someone she didn't know nor trusted the way he looked in appearance either. This guy could end up being bad news and she wasn't easily trusting of people who looked like he did.

Jojo didn't let the glare that would probably scare normal people away intimidate her as she removed her notebook from her bag. At this point, any onlookers were looking at her with curiosity as she scribbled something out in the notebook. The man who was towering over her seemed to be taken aback when she held up the notebook for him to read. The words 'What can I help you with sir?' could be found written in neat text for how fast she had scribbled them down. He appeared to be at a loss for words before recovering from his initial response and bringing back his gruff, unwarranted, anger for her accidentally bumping into him.

"O-oi! You thinkin' you can run into just anyone without any retaliation! You think ya're too good to even respond to me? Girly, you wan'ta regret that?"

Johanna did her best to follow what the guy was saying in response to her question but much to her annoyance he was talking too fast for her to really understand what he was saying. At this point she was more than happy going back to ignoring him but she figured from his appearance that he wouldn't just leave her alone. He was most likely trying to call her out on something because she was smaller than he was. She went to work in her notebook again to tell him that he wasn't making any sense.

'Sir, I can't understand what you are saying. You need to stop talking so fast.'

The guy obviously hadn't gotten it yet and became even more annoyed after reading this response. A little from her saying that he was talking too fast and part was because she was still refusing to talk to him like he wasn't worth her time. To be frank, he really wasn't but she'd rather not leave him to try to do something to her later.

"Someone outta teach you a lesson, you bitch. Clearly you need to learn your place."

It was still a rough time reading his lips but she tried her best and she could at least understand the majority of it. People who talked too fast and especially those with an accent made it hard for her to understand what they were saying. It had always been a particular pet peeve of hers but that was only natural. This guy still didn't seem to get the fact that she wasn't talking because she was practically a mute or the fact that she didn't hear him was because she couldn't hear him. His words had literally fell on deaf ears and now here he was picking a fight with her. She quickly scribbled another response to him and this time in big letters like he wouldn't be able to see or understand it.

'And just where is my place? I still don't understand what I did.'

The man seemed to be utterly over the entire situation especially now that the crowd that appeared to be gathering were laughing at it. It was definitely a scene to behold of a small girl scribbling away in a notebook as a man twice her size started to shake with anger from her not knowing why he was so mad at her. At this point, he was just making himself look ridiculous between him seemingly picking on a little girl and him being forced to read responses from a notebook. Deciding he was done with the whole thing, he reeled back to start a fight with the deaf cook who stood before him.

[Vio]

“Someone outta teach you a lesson, you b!+€#. Clearly you need to learn your place!” yelled a man not too far away. Having moved somewhat deeper into the Kingdom’s coastal conurbation, Arelya Gaille’s ears picked out the somewhat familiar sound of a ‘tough guy’ displaying typical misogynistic behaviour. Not the nicest thing to pick up on, for sure. Unfortunately, such a kerfuffle just happened to be taking up a rather large portion of pavement – the awkwardness of the situation emanated outwards and seemed to steer people away. There were those who wished not to get involved, and those who would rather watch and wait for it all to subside.

There’s never a dull moment, huh… Stopping on what was quickly becoming a perimeter around the man and his would-be victim, the green-haired girl eyed the situation with some degree of disgust. The bruiser’s target was not exactly some butch warrior woman – a trim lady of similar age to herself, with a length of dark rose locks and bright eyes of sapphire hue. Just what was this individual’s problem? From such a distance, especially as she’d not seen what had instigated such an event, it was impossible for Arelya to tell. All she knew was that the brute was the type who was willing to pick a fight.

He was also an idiot.

I wonder if it’s worth getting involved, Miss Gaille thought. Honestly, she was never the Good Samaritan – helping others just wasn’t her style. And yet, looking back on her ventures on the Blue Sea so far, she’d done pretty much that over and over. How many times had she been roped into the most unusual of situations, only to somehow cheat death and save lives? The answer was too many. What benefit was there to getting involved when this situation hadn’t even pulled her in in the first place? Was there a plus to breaking from the crowd and lending assistance to the speechless girl?

“Ugh! Whatever…!”

Already fed up of the philosophical flurry that had been kicked up within her conscience, the Skypiean found herself doing exactly what she had hoped she wouldn’t be doing: Getting involved. Silently she cursed the man who’d turned her life on the Blue Sea upside-down – the man who’d instilled within her the strangest skew of a moral compass that she’d ever experienced. A pickpocket, a liar, a wanted woman; and now add to that, a person who would go out of their way to do the right thing. This was the picture that had been painted upon the canvas known as Arelya.

“Oi! What’re you doing…?”

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{OOC}

o, I'm not actually sure how we're going to progress this. But, we'll find a way! If you want me to expand on what I've written here, I can do so. Just let me know!

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Starring…

_{Arelya Gaille (00c00c)}

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