Showdown in the House of God! I am not a Devil!

[Fox]

Morning came too soon for Bee Bee. At some point in the night, he had fallen asleep amid his panicked preparations to rescue Arelya from the temple. Picking himself up and dusting the sand off his face, he glanced down at what he had been working on through the night so hard that his hands had blisters. More ropes! And a grappling hook. The grappling hook was made out of a tiny anchor that he’d nabbed in preparation for his great escape. It was pretty small but made of metal and had little prongs. That was how grappling hooks worked, right?

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Bee Bee wandered over to the shore to clean up his face a little and try to get rid of the puffiness around his eyes. He didn’t want Arelya to think that he’d been crying instead of trying to come to her rescue. With a little sniffle, he soldiered back to his hut and gathered his supplies. Some rice balls had to come with him because he was sure that Arelya would be hungry after her rescue. Then, there were the ropes and grappling hook.

He put his hand to his chin and thought hard about what else they would need. A hiding spot would be good. They’d need somewhere to lie low so that the villagers wouldn’t find them again. They’d also need time to finish the boat. Bee Bee glanced at the craft that Arelya had started on. It looked almost done to him, which would be great if… he had a good way to move it. He was nowhere near strong enough to carry it somewhere hidden let alone without a trial.

Bee Bee sniffled again. He felt his eyes getting all watery again. It felt really… tough. And hopeless. He glanced up to the horizon where the temple sat squarely on top of the mountain range. If he didn’t do it… no one would. Arelya was counting on him! Taking a deep breath, Bee Bee paced back and forth on the shore. He didn’t know any other great hiding spots aside from where his hut was currently… maybe there were some caves around the outside of the island?

Biting his lip, Bee Bee glanced over to the boat. What should he do? He wanted to go right away to save Arelya! Maybe… Maybe she would have an idea about their escape strategy. Yeah, he’d worry about it later! First was saving her before the village guardians could do anything bad to her. Nodding to himself, he bundled up his supplies and headed back to the beach.

The easiest way up to the top of the cliffs was from the beach. The rocks were gonna hurt his feet though. He winced thinking about it. Well. Nothing to do for it but start climbing! Taking a deep breath, Bee Bee grabbed onto the first hand holds and started heading up the side of the cliff.

“Don’t worry, Arelya! I’m coming!”

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Bee Bee | White Smoke (#f5f5f5) | Post Count: 1

[Phantasma]

    It was going to be a very rough ride. 

    No, that was something of an understatement. Kite had to catch himself from talking; hands clenching the prototype ship as it fell to the open sea. Speaking now he'd risk distracting the others plus there was no telling if they'd even hear him. Nausea might even get him to barf-- that would've ruined the adventurous mood real fast. 

    Gen, Corinna, Tyr and Kite were well on their way to a new adventure and this plummeting ship was a stepping stone. A long abandoned arc that was intended for Enel before the incident that led to his defeat. It was a relic, useless, but sturdy. Apparently far too heavy for the balloon squid. 

    They tumbled, they fell and the splash was so great it sent a plume of water high into the sky. The cerulean sea spire stretched for meters along the beach only to tumble down. Massive waves threatening to crash on the beach, only to dissipate seconds before impact. Perhaps it was a little anticlimactic that way because not even the ship survived the impact. Somewhere in that swirling mass of sea water it was rent, sent the crew mates flying towards the beach. If the touch down in the water hadn't hurt them, that would. 

    Which is where the crew came into play. Those that could operate in the air, those strong enough to play the shield would. 

    Sloppy or perfect they'd make it to the beach and stand tall, allow the dust to settle. Kite was much quicker and checked the surroundings once he was sure everyone had made it in one piece. Needling and prodding his new friends probably wasn't the best course of action but it was reactionary. A few questions here and there, some pokes. Rolling, relaxed sighs replaced with curiosity at the island they happened upon. 

    "Lucky there was a place down here to begin with," The long haired swordsman began, smoothing his ruffled locks down. 

    "Shame about the ship," He clicked his tongue, grunting as he stretched out some fresh kinks. 

    The worry was absent from his tone, any kind of fatigue was gone. It was a marvelous recovery all things considered. He almost missed the massive ship not even a few feet away from their little beach crater. 

    A spit take later he practically dashed towards it flagging the others over. 

    "This place really IS lucky... hello?" Kite called up to the ship. 

    "You see anyone in there? Anyone around here potentially? Friend... foe... that kind of thing," Questions rattled off at the fresh faced landing party. 

    For our little intrepid rock climber each crew member would be significantly unique compared to each other. A blond giant, a red faced dress-sporting warrior, a red haired angel with some weird ax or weapon and finally a red coat sporting white haired swordsman. The air around Kite in particular was that of confidence despite his overwhelming curiosity. There was also the matter of how quick he moved, practically floated up to the top of the ships mast to investigate and call out any inhabitants. 

[Die]

”WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” bellowed forth a raucous cheer followed by exhilarated laughter. Tyr was most definitely not bothered by being on a falling ship. After all...he was the one who originally arrived in Skypeia by being fired out of a super massive cannon of all things. So, suffice it to say, he was having a good time. The blonde giant had his feet planted on the deck, arms out in a surfing pose. At least that was until the ride came to an abrupt end.

Tyr was thrown clear of the ship on impact, sailing through the air before hitting the sand and tumbling. He seemed to have improved from the last time he made a similar landing, rolling onto his feet while still skidding across the sand, slowly straightening up until he stood at full height with his arms crossed and a grin on his face. Physics had even done him the kindness of placing his weapon within grabbing distance as the greataxe buried itself headfirst in the sand right beside him, which Tyr had picked up and stowed behind his back. He turned around the admire the looooooooong trail he left behind. ”Woo! Les do that again!” he laughed, before taking a quick glance at the wreckage. ”Oi, Kite! I’d imagine there’s some useful bits t’be salvaged from tha wreckage if we can come back ta it later..,” Tyr said before turning back towards the beach and scanning his surroundings.

It didn’t take him long to see the red legs of a new friend poking vertically out of the sand. Tyr cackled as he walked over to Gen, half-buried in the sand. ”Oi Gen. S’not tha time t’be buryin’ yer ‘ead in tha sand. We got work t’do, an island ta scout,” he said as he firmly grasped a leg...and yanked the tengu out of the sand and onto his feet.

[Sam]

"YOOOOOO!"

The Tengu yelled out in shock! Gen's arms were men's around the mast as his eyes bulged out! Falling from the sky was frankly new to him! He'd survived a lot in his lifetime especially out on the Grand Line but to survive crashing down from the sky? That was perhaps a lot to ask... however his heart was still filled with resolve believing in his new Captain! Kite! The man had proved himself rather capable so far so... perhaps trusting him with this was also a good idea.

Suddenly the impact came splashing the waves! It was enough for Gen to lose his grasp and be sent flying without much control... the ride had been bumpy and the landing had been less than graceful. Tumbling through the air Gen attempted to kick the air and stabilize himself but even that proved a bit futile as the Tengu only managed to send himself propelling face first into a pit of sand. His legs flailed in an erratic fashion as he shot muffled curses under the sand.

"Mmmfff mmm! Mmm! Mmfff!"

Was all that was heard for a while until Tyr grabbed him out of the ground. Sand poured out of Gen's mouth which now felt course and dry. It was a very uncomfortable feeling all things considered but at least now he could curse and breathe.

"I... I f<%*ing hate sand."

Once Tyr dropped Gen the Tengu would stand up dusting himself a bit and taking a good look at the island. It was rather quaint... just a normal tropical island seemingly uninhabited as far as the eye could see. In all honesty, this was just more of the same... after seeing Skypiea an island like this compared very little in terms of astonishment. However, Gen took great comfort in this fact. A calm island was exactly what he needed especially after the horrifying experience that Skypiea had offered. Having gotten over his initial outburst the Tengu decided it would be best to take a quick look around.

"Oi Kite! I'm going to look around the edge of the woods and try to look for edible plants. I'll gather some firewood while I'm at it."

Gen announced before walking toward the thicket. Ready to explore for a bit... Kite and Tyr could surely care for Corinna themselves... right? Besides the Tengu wasn't planning on going very far. This was necessary, they'd likely stay here for a day or two preparings before they set off on another adventure.

[Suriko]

The young musician clung to the railing for dear life, her slender limbs wrapped tightly around the wood like a little monkey. Tears formed in the teenager's eyes, the force of the wind smacking her in the face as she would feel her own bout of nausea. If she had a voice, Corinna would have been screaming until she was hoarse as the blue sea grew larger into view. Despite the current onset of fear, the young skywoman was excited to be traveling. She knew it was going to be rough, and she was going to miss her family. But she had also grown an attachment to this unlikely group of strangers turned friends. Bracing her small frame against the ship's railing, the abrupt stop still tore her from the vessel. The rush of water being pushed up by the ark's massive size.

As the red-haired angel soared through the air, though she by no means had the control of one, she instinctively pulled her instrument in front of herself. She then balled herself around the guitar, protecting it over herself as she grew closer to her collison with the sand. Once contact was made, she rolled most nearly as far as Tyr, her form almost skipping across the beach before coming to a stop in a cloud of sand. Slowly shifting to sit up, the young woman coughed in the cloud, waving it away after setting down her guitar. She watched as Tyr plucked Gen out of the sand like some sort of large grumpy carrot. The image made the young teenager giggle a bit before dusting herself off and standing up.

Yeah! F&!* sand, whatever that is.

The musician mimicked the tengu's annoyed and angry expression, and parroted his speech in her own mental voice as she cursed as well, saving Gen the trouble of knowing that he had just taught her a new word. It was once she managed to compose herself that the skypiean girl's gaze widened, taking in the sight of blue sea that stretched far into the horizon. Upper yard had allowed her to see vearth before, but it was just amazing how much blue there was down here. Once the heat of this island set in, the guitarist shrugged off her coat, leaving her arms and shoulders bare as she packed the garment away and picked up her instrument. Strapping it to her back, the teenaged sky girl scanned along the beach, having joined Kite and Tyr towards a vessel of some kind. While they were focusing on the ship, Corinna’s eyes trailed up the cliff wall, immediately spotting the boy as the redhead panicked. She began to wave her arms, practically flailing them.

That's way too high for a kid to be climbing.

Still flailing her arms, the small musician would move under the boy, prepared to catch him.

[Vio]

^{Arelya #1}

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Hatred. Distrust. Confusion. Dread. These were the emotions most prevalent within the mind of Gaille Arelya as she washed her face that fateful morning, green eyes gazing into their reflections only to spy an obnoxious vision. A woman of bronzed olive complexion and green locks, draped in a modest yet very clean gown whose design allowed her plumage to protrude freely. Insistence had forced her hand, though everything about this situation she loathed.

After the previous night’s events, the chief and priest had escorted the Skypiean all the way to the village — a rather quaint and traditional place, featuring simple housing for the most part. Just thinking about it made the woman shudder as she stepped away from the wash basin; the feel of all those peoples’ eyes upon her as she was paraded through the main street made hairs stand on end. The end destination had been something far more imposing, however, and unlike anything the tinkerer had ever laid eyes upon.

A temple of sorts, towering above everything, into which they had stepped. Long hallways lit by oil lamps had ingrained themselves within Miss Gaille’s mind, yet still she was none the wiser as to exactly where she was within the building. Higher than the ground floor, that much was certain, for they had ascended at least two sets of wooden stairs. The people had provided her a room of her own, food and drink without request — though they called them offerings — and fresh clothes.

“At least the old fart keeps him in check,” Arelya muttered to herself, running fingers through her hair as she grabbed a comb. Despite the comparative luxury she had been granted, she did not feel welcome, if only by one man with two names. William Barrow, referred to as Miura Rin or ‘Chief’ by the rest, whose suspicion had been plastered upon his face from the moment she saw it. The shield of deceit she had forged had already come dangerously close to buckling under the weight of that man’s intense glare.

‘God’s Messenger’, Arelya…? Now the old man expects ‘Divine counsel’ and the village is putting together a whole f*¢>ing banquet?! Shaky fingers tensed into a fist. She wanted to scream, yell at the top of her lungs about how stupid an idea this had been, yet a flash of a face stayed the intensity of this self-loathing and fear. Bee Bee. A young boy isolated from his own people, forced to survive on his lonesome for reasons truly beyond the boy’s understanding, and arguably beyond hers. This was the reason she was here, preparing herself for the moment the priest sent escorts to fetch her.

^{“Don’t worry, Bee Bee,” Arelya whispered:
“I’ll figure this out… somehow…”}

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{Post Synposis:}
<sub>Arelya mulls over recent events and emotions as she prepares herself for the coming day.

NOTE:— Arelya’s multi-tool currently has the Breath and Heat Dials set in it. The other available Dial is an Axe Dial. There’s also Arelya’s toolkit, wrench, jacket, and headset (which includes Tone Dials and a Lamp Dial).</sub>

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Gaille Arelya | #50c878

[Fox]

Bee Bee was about three or four handholds up the side of the cliff when he heard something… funny. Not like funny haha, but funny weird. It was a weird rushing of air, but nothing like Bee Bee had ever felt before. It wasn’t the island moving. This didn’t feel like that and the island didn’t move during the day anyway. The rush of air was soon accompanied by a terrific splashing sound. Bee Bee turned his head to see a huge plume of water arcing up into the air. The subsequent wave came for him. He latched onto the cliff side, the rush of water pushing him up then down, but not succeeding in dislodging him yet.

He opened one eye tentatively. What… what had just crashed into the ocean? Bee Bee cast a look back at the ocean where the plume was, but he could only see some wooden wreckage. So, something had crashed. Another something like Arelya? He dusted the salty water from his hair and scanned the water for any survivors, but he didn’t see any. Who was throwing empty ships down here? Bee Bee looked up at the sky and shook his fist at it. This wouldn’t stop him! Ha! He’d still-

“Huh?”

Bee Bee froze when he heard a voice. What? He turned his head slowly to see a really posh looking man just standing on the beach, poking and prodding at other lumps in the sand. Bee Bee hugged the cliff tighter, willing himself to disappear into it and squinting at the stranger as thoughts raced through his head. What? Why? How? The man didn’t even sound phased. Well. Neither had Arelya really.

Distractedly, he looked over the other members of the crew. All of them looked really different. And kinda cool. There was like a massive man with golden hair! Bee Bee didn’t know hair even came in gold! There was another big guy with red skin too. Weird… Oh! And he had wings like Arelya! Maybe they knew her? They didn’t seem… like they were hunting her or anything. There was even a girl with red hair and wings too. Who were these weirdos?

Bee Bee was so distracted by the rest of the crew that he didn’t notice that the silver haired man had waltzed right over to Arelya’s ship. He jolted up from behind the rocks. He couldn’t just let them take it! Bee Bee reached out, waving frantically at the silver haired man with both arms to get his attention.

“H-Hey! Get away from there!!! That’s not yours!”

In his panic, Bee Bee’s foot slipped. He wasn’t fast enough to catch himself, what with the frenzied waving, and went tumbling backwards off the cliff side.

“A-Aaaaahhhh!”

Down and down he went, his heart catching in his throat. He wrapped his arms around his head to protect it and curled into a ball. Instead of thudding against the sand, or worse yet, some of the rocks sprinkled around, Bee Bee felt himself land on… something else. It… it didn’t hurt either? He opened one eye tentatively, looking up into the face of the red haired woman with wings from earlier. He blinked up at her and gave her a tentative little wave.

“Uh… th-thank you… um… Hi…?”

He kept his arms around his head, not for protection, but so that these people wouldn’t see his horns. Arelya had seemed fine with them, but he didn’t really wanna take any chances when he was surrounded by strangers like this. What if horns were bad in the sky too? Bee Bee sheepishly glanced around, feeling like he was the center of attention now.

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Bee Bee | White Smoke (#f5f5f5) | Post Count: 2

[Phantasma]

    "It is going to get late soon, isn't it? Firewood sounds lovely. We might be investigating this ship for a while... to salvage or not to salvage."    

    Whatever it was supposed to be was incomplete. Kite traced his hands across the weathered boards. Studying the craft even with no talent in shipbuilding it was clear someone poured their heart into it. That kind of dedication was always remarkable and why he didn't pull back his hand. Instead Kite floated down to the deck of the ship, right hand gliding across the finely crafted exterior. 

    "She's a beauty," Kite belted an appreciative whistle. 

    "Or he," He corrected himself, flying off with another tap of his shoes. 

    Each jolt of movement jostled his outfit only slightly and moved his hair a fraction. Poetry in motion wasn't an exaggeration, he made the complex martial art techniques look natural. The only curious thing was how no matter where he ended up his head was always angled down like he didn't want to stare up. Even the long flowing hair seemed to hover just over his eyes.

    Hair in his face or not it didn't prevent him hearing a shout.

    Time wasn't moving slowly, Kite was just very quick with turning on his heel to get a good look at the little boy on the cliff. His clothes were curious, cute even, a red top and white bottom in a style reminiscent of a martial artists uniform. His poofy black hair swept around all messy like with a troubled, agitated expression visible. Little curved, alabaster horns peeked out of his midnight colored hair. Double cute. 

    In a blur of movement, much more rough than the previous flashes, Kite appeared behind Corinna. Streams of air exploded behind the swordsman creating a rough noise similar to the sound of velcro and electricity. Strands of some pale wiry material seemed to be flowing off of him only to coil back against his body, squirming lines that smoothed themselves back into place going from white to whatever colors they had been. Trying to follow the details of his movement would be extremely difficult. 

    "Oh, good. You were ready for that," Kites body relaxed some, shoulders dropping a pinch and a light smile appearing on his face. In the event Corinna had tumbled backward he was there to brace her, give her and the boy space to get up.


    "I... kind of got distracted. Plus it's kind of weird moving so fast in this new body. I'm grateful our newest friend here didn't pop open his noggin," Kite moved around to Corinna's right, leaning in a little to get a good look at the kid. 

    "Or... maybe not friend? What were you doing up on the cliff?" Kite tilted his head, stroking his own chin with his right hand quizzically. 

    He had been yelling a few seconds before the tumble.

    "Is that your ship...?" Reach a free hand behind his back he motioned for the others to come closer. 

    Unexpected or not the kid might be hurt. Having Gen give him a once over would be a priority. Any form of interrogation or questioning should be at a minimum. He didn't look like a threat and had nearly taken a nasty spill, that was reason enough for a laxed guard. At least temporarily, anyway. 

[Die]

Tyr cackled at the spectacle Gen put on after being yanked out of the sand like a weed being pulled. "Aye. Ah dun like sand either. S'coarse...rough...irritatin' n' it gets everywhere," he said. The giant of a man was about to head off and scout the island, until the fated appearance of a child. "Huh...guess this island has people on it..." he said to no one in particular, before moving over to join Kite and Corinna and to see about what had just happened. Maybe he could get useful information this way, surmising that the child was an inhabitant of this island and thus quite likely to know its layout, landmarks, and locations of settlements fairly well.

Though he approached, Tyr still kept some distance between him and the others, especially Bee Bee. Towering over the others, wearing heavy armor, and having a greataxe stowed on his back made him the most threatening-looking of them all this side of Gen's nose, and so he would allow Corinna and Kite handle the introductions and the pleasantries. And so he moved on, eyeing this ship the child seemed to be attempting to escape the island on. But once again keeping some modicum of distance. After all, the child seemed rather protective of it. So he resigned himself to studying it from afar.

"Oi Kite. S'he alrigh'? Ah'm thinkin' tha kid can give is a better idea o' this island...n' tha folk livin' on it too. Should save us some trouble scoutin' tha place blind," he said to Kite, keeping his voice uncharacteristically low and less expressive so as to not escalate the situation. He turned his attention back to the wreck they had come in on. This was surely not going anywhere soon, which meant he could afford to direct his attention to more pressing matters and come back to salvage it later.

[Sam]

Eyes fixated on the tree-line Gen stood silently pondering the matter. Kite seemed to be on board about the whole firewood thing, plus it was an excuse to take a look around the island. In fact, the Tengu was about to march into the tree-line when he heard a sudden commotion, quickly turning around he saw the young lass Corinna capturing a young boy in her arms. The boy had medium-length black hair and wore black clothing that could be mistaken for that of Wano. Curious... was the boy from Wano Kuni? Or had the local culture borrowed from them.

Making his way over to the scene Gen lifted a thin brow as he looked down at the kid covering his head. Kite seemed to eye the kid suspiciously, meanwhile, Corinna was letting her motherly instincts develop. Meanwhile, Tyr commented on the island being inhabited... that wasn't so weird, was it? There is plenty of islands out there that are inhabited. The ocean is massive! Shooting a look over at Kite the Tengu decided to finally comment on the matter.

"Kite, I know that we just got out of hell, but he's just a kid... a scared kid. I'm sure the young boy will be a friend."

Perhaps uncharacteristically the Tengu smiled and knelt to the child's eye level. Gen hated people, but he did enjoy the presence of kids... they reminded him of his youth... of a better time. Even with Corinna, he had been much kinder back on Skypiea.

"Hello boy! What's your name? Oh... did you hurt your head boy? You're covering it like you bumped it or something..."

Gen played dumb, he was a doctor with many little siblings. Not to mention his older sister, a very motherly vixen had taught him more than one thing. In fact he owed a lot of what he had learned to her. Rubbing his chin the Tengu gave Bee a quick inspection, at a glance he seemed ok? Of course, a closer look was likely necessary but he wasn't about to invade the poor boy's privacy.

"Perhaps you're correct Tyr, the boy can serve as a guide for the locals."

The Tengu shot a look up to the blonde warrior, he was right. If they could make a good impression on the boy perhaps the locals would be more friendly. The crew looked... odd and their view on Skypiea was unsavory. Gen himself had been compared to a terrible former God, called his very reincarnation in the flesh. Sutoku Tennō... even Gen had heard that name in a distant legend told him in Wano... a legend so old not even the old folk who told it knew when it took place. Little did he know it could find its way all up in Skypiea... but the dread of the Demon Emperor turned Tengu had reached far and wide. Letting out a pained sigh the Tengu stood up straight.

"It probably best if we give him some space. I'm afraid we have no refreshments... I'd offer you a glass of milk or water but uhhh we just fell out of the heaven's as you can see."

Looking at the sandy horizon and out sea, the Tengu squinted as he watched sea birds flutter around.

"Corinna take the lad to a comfortable place, once he feels more comfortable I can examine him. Right now he seems a bit in shock."

Giving Bee a bow the red man made a silly face as he almost forgot something! His introduction! Of course, how could he be so dense!

"Ah yes right! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Gen Momochi from Wano Kuni! Middle child of the Momochi family clan!"

[Suriko]

Almost as if she had predicted the outcome, the copper-haired musician watched as the young boy began to notice their motley crew. He seemed focused on Kita as their recently minted captain had been inspecting the nearby boat as a possible new vessel for their adventures on the blue sea. But the moment the young child stopped focusing on his footing seemed fatal as he began to tumble down and down towards the ground, causing the young maiden's heart to jump a bit too as she had a worried look on her face. At that moment, time did seem to slow down for Corinna as she would run underneath the boy, not even registering his horns as she held her arms out in a ready stance to catch BB. The youngster would land against the skypiean, indeed causing her own balance to fall short as she would tumble back towards the sand. Thankfully, with the odd sound electricity that still had the rockstar on edge, Kite was ready and behind her, catching the girl as well as he steadied them both. She would flash a toothy grin as a thank you before her attention was back on the boy, immediately patting him down to try and search for any injuries.

She had remembered back when she had been playing with some of the boys back home, thaT they were sometimes a bit too prideful to admit when they were hurt. But she wasn't about to let that pass as she inspected what she could, staring curiously as he seemed to move to cover his head. Her features soften as he stammered a bit in greeting her before she waved back. She then motioned to where his arms were on his head, patting her own before making a wincing face in an attempt to try and communicate the question on whether he was holding his head out of pain or not. She didn't hold out much hope on being understood, but the water had soaked her notebook she had been using for more complex communications. As the three men approached and began questioning the boy, Corinna just pouted at the trio, kite in particular as he just launched into a tirade of question. At least Gen seemed focused on calming the boy as well. Nodding to his request, she stood up, helping Bee Bee to steady himself as well before motion neutrally for him to find whatever spot he need to compose himself.

Wherever he did go, Corrina would follow shortly behind as she spotted a long stick, noticing that the sand seemed to move rather easily under her feet. Moving across from the boy, she would write out a simple message in the sand

I'm happy you are okay. I'm Corrina. you just heard Gen's name/ The big guy over there is Tyr. and Finally our captain, Kite. Sorry for startling you, but we don't plan on stealing your boat.

She would look over at kite, whether he had followed or not, not quite knowing his intentions, but getting the sense that wasn't the type to steal from such a child. She would have likely heard his name by now, smiling as she too found the appearance of this boy rather cute. This also made the musician wondered why he was out here all on his lonesome. Wanting to help soothe the mood before letting someone else get into the deeper question, Corinna pulled her guitar from her back, taking a few moments to tune it before she played a soft light riff, meant to be calming as she would strum lightly at the strings. The young rocker's other hand would gild along the neck of the guitar, stringing note after note together as she closed her eyes to let herself get lost in the music. she could only hope that the tune would help do the same for their new friend.

[Fox]

The man with the silver hair was talking, though what he was saying… didn’t make much sense. What Bee Bee did understand made him bristle slightly, giving the man a wary look. Not friend? Bee Bee wasn’t sure that he wanted to be friends with these people, but he definitely didn’t want to be their enemy either. His heart raced, thudding loudly in his little chest. He kept his hands clamped over his horns, locking them there like iron bars.

“Y-Yes, it’s mine! K-Kinda…”

Arelya had been making it, but he had been helping! And it was his materials that made it up! So! So! Yeah. The biggest of them spoke up with a totally crazy bonkers accent that Bee Bee absolutely adored. He’d never heard anyone like that in his life! Where was he from? What was he saying?! Bee Bee only got bits and pieces through the thick accent. Mm. He frowned as he tried to piece together the linguistic puzzle in his head.

Before he could figure it out, a strange red man walked over to them. Huh. This guy was dressed kind of similar to some of the garbs that the adults wore in the village. Kinda. But he had wings. So… maybe this guy was the actual god that the village worshipped? Bee Bee kinda remembered some similar looking carvings inside of the temple. Especially the nose. Bee Bee stared at the nose. Oh! Bee Bee thought he remembered what they were called… Ten… Teg… Leg? No. While he mulled it over, the red man kneeled down to him and smiled.

“Tengu!!! Are you a Tengu, mister?”

Bee Bee suddenly barked, interrupting the Tengu. Of course, when Mister Tengu mentioned his head, Bee Bee got momentarily confused.

“Huh?”

In his confusion, he moved a hand from where it was furiously clamped down, revealing a tiny white horn as he felt around his face for wetness. It took him only half a second to realize that he’d been tricked. Puffing out his cheeks and clamping his hand back over the horn, Bee Bee glared at the Tengu. Rude!!! Weren’t Tengu supposed to be like… protectors or something?! Meanie! Bee Bee stuck his tongue out at him.

He eventually moved away, allowing Bee Bee to relax a little bit. Only to make him apprehensive again when he mentioned examining him. What?! Bee Bee gave him a dubious stare, feeling uncomfortable having the Tengu bow to him and introduce himself. Bee Bee looked him up and down, eyes darting up to the scary man that he called Kite.

“Bee Bee…” he mumbled begrudgingly, “This is Oni Island…”

Bee Bee hadn’t even noticed that the nice orange haired woman had been trying to communicate with him until she offered him a hand up. He looked up at her, unsure, but she didn’t look mean or scary. With a sigh, he let his hands fall from his head, grabbing her hand and standing back up. He dusted out the sand from his clothes. Bee Bee moved a little away from Kite and the other men, walking over to the boat and checking that it was okay. When he turned back around to look at the orange haired girl, she was writing something in the sand. He peered over curiously.

“O-Oh. Okay,” Bee Bee said, watching curiously as Corinna pulled out a strange instrument and started to play. “I’m okay… Thank you.” He glanced over to Kite, hugging his bag of tools to his chest tightly. “Y-You promise you won’t steal it? You can’t, okay? I’m gonna help my friend, and we’re gonna get out of here on it.”

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Bee Bee | White Smoke (#f5f5f5) | Post Count: 3

[Phantasma]

Kite #3

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    "Should save us some trouble scoutin' tha place blind."

    "A guide beats no guide," Kite found himself nodding his head in agreement, pausing very suddenly to beam a tilted grin.

    "We might have a habit of recruiting our guides."

    It was enough to nearly make him laugh, in the end he at least relaxed some tension. Underneath that fancy outfit there were still some seeds of worry, doubt, but that was par for the course. You didn't get to stay a captain in a group like this without some kind of stress. Oddly enough, the snow-haired swordsman liked that feeling. Reminded him of home-- of family-- in a weird hair-pulling kind of way. 

    Backing away from the kid but still hanging close let Kite admire the land some more. It wasn't much more exotic from the places the crew had been before, that he had been to. Kite almost found himself tutting in his own head, you never judged something on introductions or surface level detail. Plus something just felt weird. A feeling nestled deep in his gut right alongside the nag-center that flared up when Tyr or Gen bulldozed an innocent piece of furniture. But it wasn't nausea, it was way more murky than that. 

    Something close to what he felt on Skypiea with that monster fish. 

    "Ah yes right! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Gen Momochi from Wano Kuni! Middle child of the Momochi family clan!"

    He dismissed it around the time Gen was floundering over introductions. A fresh inhale of air before Kite dropped his gaze back down to the base of the fall. Couldn't imagine how spaced out he probably had looked just then. This was an indulgence the others were okay with. 

    You have experience so use it, right?

    "Pardon me, I didn't give you my name," Kite gave an exaggerated bow, hair flipping on over and covering his face. His right hand reached up and moved the silky-curtain partways so he could talk. 

    "Never know who will recognize your name; Or what they'll do after hearing it. We really need to rehearse the whole 'Mysterious Strangers' role again," He rolled his eyes lazily before coming back up from the bow, hair smoothing back into place like living fabric. 

    "Kite. Kite works for now. I also go by 'stringbean', 'capin' and a few others."

    Using your last name was... well it was a rookie mistake. Kids were kids and cats are cats. Until they aren't. And all it takes is one well-to-do Marine to track down what they perceive as an Achilles heel. Best case scenario ransom your folks or don't HAVE folks to ransom. Worst case? A lot of red. 

    A hand on his hip, the other resting in a pocket Kite let the crew carry on for a time. Corinna played a tranquil melody and Kite found himself audibly humming the melody, Gen fussed over the Kid and Tyr did Tyr things. Which often ranged from flexing to cutting through glass with his...er... chest.

    Thankfully there wasn't any glass around here.

    Kite hoped. 

    A minute of chatting was fine and all, plus there was still the mystery of Oni Island. Why had the kid fell and how exactly were the lot of them to sail away. There was the possibility of finding this friend... maybe asking for a lift? Maybe there was a village and in turn boats to purchase? If it really came down to it there was always stealing but... well... Stealing is STEALING. 

    Bee Bee practically spoke his thoughts aloud. 

    “Y-You promise you won’t steal it? You can’t, okay? I’m gonna help my friend, and we’re gonna get out of here on it.”

    Kite spoke up, raised eyebrows lowered back.

    "To civilization we go, Corinna dear would you erase that message? Now... Bee Bee? I recognize a healthy aversion to doctors so I'll give you a pass. For now. You start limping, bleeding or sniffling and we'll let Gen rub tea-leaves on you until you're right as rain," Kite started walking towards the young amateur rock-tumbler. 

    "We're in the market for a ship, key word is market. How about we get you to that friend and you give us a lift in a few days. Sound fair?" Kite stopped just short of Bee Bee's personal space and squatted low so he was at least eye level, extending his hand. 

    Catching a ride on this ship could be a safer bet than simply hoping someone in town had one. Also helping a kid is kinda the right thing to do? It was getting hard to rationalize this, Kite admitted.

    "Shaking on it, that way it's ironclad. Won't be any double crossing, we help you and you help us."

    "Really digging the horn by the way. It's real macho," Kite's grin grew into a flashy white teeth smile and he winked, using his free hand to give a thumbs up. It wasn't biased at all that the ex-albino was complimenting an exotic facial feature.

    That and it was hard to be analytical 24/7 without a switch flicked off somewhere in your brain. Plus there was just something about Bee Bee... not so much a cute factor. It was really hard to place. Whatever it was soothed the unease creeping into Kite. 

    To calm people like that by itself was a superpower. 

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Kite C24F4F
Tyr 1877e4
Gen ee1d41
Corinna e69c19
Bee Bee the beeby f5f5f5


Summary:

• Scene change scene change. 
• Bee Bee adorbs.
• Kite is slowly starting to go from "suspicious kid" to "i've only known this child for five seconds and will brutally murder anyone who harms him". Strangely enough, he's okay with this. 
• Tyr canonically cuts glass with his pecs. 
• All medicine Gen practices may or may not involve tea leaves. 
• Corinna be vibing and so did Kite.

    

[Die]

“Bee Bee eh?” Tyr said, stroking his chin and then nodding. “S’a cute name. Well met, laddy!” he smiled, before moving back to the wreck. While the others got more acquainted with the boy, he gathered what supplies he could for their foray inland, all the while listening and humming along to Corinna’s music. Having a local to guide them was hopefully going to make things easy. Neatly organizing what he considered important into a pack, he shouldered it opposite his greataxe and returned to the group. As he did, the giant, from his vantage point of being the tallest of the bunch, caught a glimpse of Bee Bee’s horn. “Huh...thas pretteh cool,” he thought to himself. At the same time, he had heard the boy speak of helping a friend, causing him to raise an eyebrow at that.

“Aye,” he said, agreeing with Kite about the horn. "Thas a pretteh cool horn yeh got sproutin’ from yer ‘ead. Ah wouldn’ wanna be on tha receivin’ end o’ that eh? Yeh migh’ jus’ lay a big ‘un like me out." He chuckled at that, clearly very much exaggerating the potency of a potential Bee Bee headbutt...for now. His tone grew slightly more serious, but he still kept up the warm smile, getting down onto one knee to be more eye-level with the boy, as a show of respect, but also to try and keep him calm and relaxed. It was better than looming over and talking down to him, either way. “So...Bee Bee...wus this ‘bout yer mate? Yeh tryna ‘elp ‘em...n’ leave tha island on that craft?” He looked to the others, before looking back. Kite had already agreed to help the boy with his friend, but Tyr wanted to know more. “Wus...goin’ on exactly? Yeh seemed t’be in a real hurreh earlier. If we know wus goin’ on, we’ll be that much better able t’elp yeh. O’ course...yeh dun hafta tell us if yeh dun wanna, but it’d really ‘elp us ‘elp yeh n’ yer friend.”

Tyr scooted back a little to give Bee Bee more space, and some time to process his request, offering a hand out with that same warm smile. “‘N if yeh like...yeh can hop up on me shoulders fer a ride, make yeh feel like yer on top o’ tha world, eh? Jus’ mind tha axe.”

[Sam]

Gen stared down at BB, the boy still seemed a tad bit shy. But at least he was opening up to Corinna and a bit to him. That was something at least, if he was their first interaction with the locals then it was nice to have it be postive. Honestly the last thing he wanted was another disaster like Skypiea... tuning his eyes over at Kite... Gen narrowed them slightly thinking it over. Perhaps his name rang true, Dire Herald as the World Government now called him. Gen shook his head, no that is too superstitious even for me. Or at least he hoped.

"Aye! I'm a Tengu! Red skin, long nose, wings like a bird."

The Tengu shifted around looking back at BB who had recognized him. Finally! A smart kid! Everyone else just thought he was a goofy looking guy. Gen already liked this boy, he knew what was up! Knew the old tales... although that did beg a question. Where the people of this island aware of such things? So far Gen had met very few people aware of the tales of Wano... and for a kid to know them in some random island scattered in paradise was well... astounding to say the least.

"Well... some of us are protectors, others not so much. We're nature deities first and protectors second."

Gen says, he crosses his arms. Finally, Gen was able to see what the boy was covering up... a small pair of horns. That was it? His little brother had horns, that was hardly surprising. Why hide them? Why be ashamed of them? Well, perhaps it was bad to question those things. For now Gen decided to ignore it, to not ask questions and to respect BB's privacy. So he went on with his little explanation on Tengu, deciding to cut it shorter than normal.

"...and just like the natural world, we aren't as benevolent as one might think. Anyway, well met BeeBee, it's a nice name. Fits you well."

With that Gen left to tend other matters completely missing BB sticking his tongue out. Kite had been very explicit, he'd let BB off the hook. He was clearly fine, the biggest concern was his head and clearly that was all good. It was unsurprising, children were made of rubber. Everyone knew that. That said there was a concern in the back of his head, this was the legendary Oni Island? The Tengu looked up at the verdant greenery around almost expecting a massive red skinned Oni to leap out of the thicket.

"Aye! Since that kid doesn't need to be patched up... you mind having a chat with me on the side, Kite-han?"

Gen asked after Kite had been done giving his eloquent explanations to the child. The matter of Oni Island needed to be discussed, discretely that is. This was a matter his Captain would likely want Yi hear on.

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Gen | Imperial Red | #ED2939 (Post Count: 3)