Post by Jade on Jan 19, 2019 2:49:34 GMT -5
It had been a calm day in the town of Whiskey Peak - a rare occurrence for the town, considering it was one of the handful of islands at the start of the Grand Line, but an appreciated one. The weather had been fair, with a few fluffy clouds drifting lazily against the beautiful blue sky; now, those clouds were dyed brilliant hues of orange and pink as the sun was setting. While the day had been a quiet and peaceful one, it seemed as if now, just as the night was beginning, the town was starting to wake up.
The town of Whiskey Peak, even after the fall of Baroque Works, had never forgotten how to throw a party.
Lights flickered on as men and women left their homes and headed out for the night. They threw a joke at and an arm over the shoulders of their friends as they saw one another - and each little group that formed up along the way was moving toward the center of town. More specifically, everyone was heading toward the large bar that was located there, the place that anyone who knew Whiskey Peak could tell you was the heart of that town - a place that, for the past year or so, had borne a sign proclaiming it "Killian's".
A particularly stout man, with the reddened cheeks and nose that already spoke to partaking in some of the drink, by some chance of fate, turned his head to the sky and gasped - pointing his friends to look up at the shooting star flying overhead. The three men, as one, clasped their hands over their chests and shut their eyes tight, making some unspoken wishes...
And then opened their eyes just in time to witness that "shooting star" collide with the front of Killian's with the sound of splintering wood, crashing into the center of the two-story bar's front, followed by an even louder sound as that meteorite broke through the floor of the central room - and, from the sound of rock cracking, through the basement's floor as well.
Men and women crowded around the site of impact - a nearly twenty-five foot in diameter hole punched through the bar - trying to peer through the dust kicked up into the destroyed basement below them, trying to see what, exactly, had just flown through and destroyed their favorite establishment- And then several people gasped as an arm, and then another, rose up from the dust, grabbing onto the edge of the hole in the bar's floor, followed then by the frame of a positively massive person with a mane of dark hair.
The woman stood at the edge of the crater, dusting off her hat, and looked up at the sky through the hole she had put in the building's front, where one could see the first stars beginning to twinkle. And, as she placed her hat back on her head, she spoke, breaking the silence for the first time since she had crashed into the island...
"Oh yeah?! It's not over until I say it's over, you overgrown eel! You think throwing me off into some stupid island means you won?!" Harley Riot roared into the evening sky, and then rushed forward, bowling over the people standing between her and the door - and, in her apparent rage, she seemed to not notice that the door frame was not intended for someone of her size, breaking it fairly easily in her rush to get back to whatever sea creature had thrown her.