Post by Kami-Gaz on Nov 16, 2016 17:14:43 GMT -5
The sounds of seagulls and waves crashing against the sounds of the red rock that made the redline were the ambience of this scene, whilst they were in the distance they could still be heard. It was a true testament to how nature could be truly powerful, dangerous and yet majestic and beautiful at the same time. Not to far away from the magnificent redline and Reverse mountain entrance where water seemed to defy physics was a collection of ships; all pressed together, anchored, and moored together at a safe enough distance away was a rather sizable flotilla of ships. In the centre was a rather large grandiose ship, it dwarfed all of the others by at least two to three times. The sails that were on it had one symbol, a giant purple star with “Sparkles!” emblazon beneath it. This Large cruise ship sized boat had a massive open top with a stage in the centre. It’s colouring was disgustingly bright and flashy, pinks, purples and pale blues all over made sure it was easy to spot, especially in the daylight when the sun seemed to gleam off of the spotless paint.
All the boats around it were ferries or small cruise ships that carried passengers for a few days at most, small ships that housed at most 20 people and a multitude of other classes of ships in all shapes and sizes. This Floatila was here for one reason and one reason only. Sparkles Evershine… or at least someone who was pretending to be her. This concert was set to be her biggest in all of the south blue, it was set to be her send of concert… the one that sent her off into the grand line where she would get the rest of the world.
The real Sparkles Evershine was stood on a small ferry, at the edge of this floating concert city. Her punk hood was up to cover her wolf ears, her hoody was zipped to hide her body and was zipped up far enough so she could hide her face behind the collar. The short skirt she was wearing was hiding her long fluffy tail, wrapped around her waist and slightly covered by the hoody for extra effect. Attached to her waist was a katana, sheathed in a purple scabbard, on her back a simple black backpack filled with supplies and a change of clothes or two. Her mismatch eyes were peering out of the shade that the hood gave her, over the smaller ships, the bigger ships and all the walkways and bridges that made up this flotilla. “Sparkles City” As some were dubbing it on the boat ride there.
“Concert isn’t until midnight and there are so many people here already? Jeez if I had this idea I wouldn’t need to hunt!” The bounty hunter grunted as she stepped off of the ship she was on and into the rest of the city. As she walked, she could smell the food of restraint ships, the alcohol of bars that had stuffed all of their stock on to a boat and came out to make some money and most of all she could feel the excitement of everyone. If floating cities like this were more viable, they would be all over the world. What a shame that they were so susceptible to the weather and supplies would be harder to get.
As she got on to a quiet ship advertising rooms for the night the young half mink would duck into it and sigh as she dinged the bell for reception. She needed somewhere quiet as a base of operations, at least until the concert. In the shaded room, the girl kept her glowing aura as dull as possible so she would not be spotted and have her cover blown. As she waited on the receptionist she would pull out a little purse that was in the shape of a fluffy golden retriever puppy and unzipped it so she could pay for a room.
“Hello Hello! How may help you? Do you need a room to crash in until the concert little girl?” With that statement Kit would narrow her eyes for a second and offer a low and quiet growl for a seconds before she nodded and started to cound money in her purse. “Ahh ok ok a silent type saving your voice for tonight too I guess? That’s 30,000 beri.” The older man said, his hands rubbing together and a pair of money signs in his eyes.
Stopping what she was doing the young woman sighed and pulled the full wad of notes out, counted 5 separate ones out and then placed the rest on the table. As she placed it into her purse and placed it into her pocket the man picked the stack up and counted the money before sliding a key to her. “You got Room 24 Go down the stairs twice and it is at the end of the hall on the left. It’s not the bottom deck but it can get a wet sometimes.” He said with a chuckle before putting the money in his pocket at letting the little woman go,
In a swift motion Sparkles Picked the key up and headed down the stairs as directed. When she got to the room she saw it, not too spacious but it was enough for her and one of her collaborators to prepare for tonight. The head was against the hull with a desk and a chair to the wall to the right with a basic bathroom next to the entrance, with a shower a sink and a toilet.
With a small shake of her head later Kit would lock the door behind her and move to sit on the bed, pulling a DenDen Mushi out of her bag after putting it next to her. “Time to see if they pulled through for once.” Uttered the half mink, as she used one hand to pull her hood down and the other to ring a number. “This is ShowDog this is ShowDog… Did Homebase finally get me some help? Did they actually get a hold of you BobCat?” She asked in a clear and cold voice, trying to be as official as possible at this stage.
“I hate these code names.” She uttered, forgetting that the snail phone was live and transmitting.
All the boats around it were ferries or small cruise ships that carried passengers for a few days at most, small ships that housed at most 20 people and a multitude of other classes of ships in all shapes and sizes. This Floatila was here for one reason and one reason only. Sparkles Evershine… or at least someone who was pretending to be her. This concert was set to be her biggest in all of the south blue, it was set to be her send of concert… the one that sent her off into the grand line where she would get the rest of the world.
The real Sparkles Evershine was stood on a small ferry, at the edge of this floating concert city. Her punk hood was up to cover her wolf ears, her hoody was zipped to hide her body and was zipped up far enough so she could hide her face behind the collar. The short skirt she was wearing was hiding her long fluffy tail, wrapped around her waist and slightly covered by the hoody for extra effect. Attached to her waist was a katana, sheathed in a purple scabbard, on her back a simple black backpack filled with supplies and a change of clothes or two. Her mismatch eyes were peering out of the shade that the hood gave her, over the smaller ships, the bigger ships and all the walkways and bridges that made up this flotilla. “Sparkles City” As some were dubbing it on the boat ride there.
“Concert isn’t until midnight and there are so many people here already? Jeez if I had this idea I wouldn’t need to hunt!” The bounty hunter grunted as she stepped off of the ship she was on and into the rest of the city. As she walked, she could smell the food of restraint ships, the alcohol of bars that had stuffed all of their stock on to a boat and came out to make some money and most of all she could feel the excitement of everyone. If floating cities like this were more viable, they would be all over the world. What a shame that they were so susceptible to the weather and supplies would be harder to get.
As she got on to a quiet ship advertising rooms for the night the young half mink would duck into it and sigh as she dinged the bell for reception. She needed somewhere quiet as a base of operations, at least until the concert. In the shaded room, the girl kept her glowing aura as dull as possible so she would not be spotted and have her cover blown. As she waited on the receptionist she would pull out a little purse that was in the shape of a fluffy golden retriever puppy and unzipped it so she could pay for a room.
“Hello Hello! How may help you? Do you need a room to crash in until the concert little girl?” With that statement Kit would narrow her eyes for a second and offer a low and quiet growl for a seconds before she nodded and started to cound money in her purse. “Ahh ok ok a silent type saving your voice for tonight too I guess? That’s 30,000 beri.” The older man said, his hands rubbing together and a pair of money signs in his eyes.
Stopping what she was doing the young woman sighed and pulled the full wad of notes out, counted 5 separate ones out and then placed the rest on the table. As she placed it into her purse and placed it into her pocket the man picked the stack up and counted the money before sliding a key to her. “You got Room 24 Go down the stairs twice and it is at the end of the hall on the left. It’s not the bottom deck but it can get a wet sometimes.” He said with a chuckle before putting the money in his pocket at letting the little woman go,
In a swift motion Sparkles Picked the key up and headed down the stairs as directed. When she got to the room she saw it, not too spacious but it was enough for her and one of her collaborators to prepare for tonight. The head was against the hull with a desk and a chair to the wall to the right with a basic bathroom next to the entrance, with a shower a sink and a toilet.
With a small shake of her head later Kit would lock the door behind her and move to sit on the bed, pulling a DenDen Mushi out of her bag after putting it next to her. “Time to see if they pulled through for once.” Uttered the half mink, as she used one hand to pull her hood down and the other to ring a number. “This is ShowDog this is ShowDog… Did Homebase finally get me some help? Did they actually get a hold of you BobCat?” She asked in a clear and cold voice, trying to be as official as possible at this stage.
“I hate these code names.” She uttered, forgetting that the snail phone was live and transmitting.