Post by yumi222 on Jan 29, 2023 16:32:29 GMT -5
Mia hadn't found much reason to live the island of sword wielders till the lot of them tried to stick up to her infront of that little school they had. It was impressive they kept trying even when her devil fruit, in her eyes at least, clearly gave her the upper hand, but it was the gutso and willingness to try without actual bladed weaponry that had her respecting them, unlike other sword uses. They used skill, and didn't rely on deadlier weaponry just to keep their foe on the backfoot where one wrong move could lead to a fatal blow.
Alas, with no news about any competition in her local neighbourhood worth stowing away on an outgoing boat towards, Mia was stuck on the island with boredom on her mind, finding places to rest under the stars where people wouldn't bother her, and using her strength to do some odd jobs for a couple beri where she needed it. Speaking of, she'd gotten just enough coin together to enjoy a good drink tonight without committing to any long term gigs, so she was heading towards a bar she'd been idly eyeing whenever she had to make a trip to civilization.
Moving towards the door, she heard a bit of murmuring about a back alley corner, peeking her head around to see a huddle of young goons whispering about something. Hm... ah well. None of her business what some punks were getting up to. Not yet at least. She was here for a drink. Her hair was a little mucky, idle bits of grass and twigs in it from sleeping out in the grasslands around the island, and a few bruises from challenging that school of stick wielders to a fight when she got board. All the same, with her scruffy clothes dangling off her frame, she shoved a hand into her pocket and pulled out a firm bag of berri, plopping it on the counter.
"Your cheapest, and keep it comin'. It's been a while.~"
Alas, with no news about any competition in her local neighbourhood worth stowing away on an outgoing boat towards, Mia was stuck on the island with boredom on her mind, finding places to rest under the stars where people wouldn't bother her, and using her strength to do some odd jobs for a couple beri where she needed it. Speaking of, she'd gotten just enough coin together to enjoy a good drink tonight without committing to any long term gigs, so she was heading towards a bar she'd been idly eyeing whenever she had to make a trip to civilization.
Moving towards the door, she heard a bit of murmuring about a back alley corner, peeking her head around to see a huddle of young goons whispering about something. Hm... ah well. None of her business what some punks were getting up to. Not yet at least. She was here for a drink. Her hair was a little mucky, idle bits of grass and twigs in it from sleeping out in the grasslands around the island, and a few bruises from challenging that school of stick wielders to a fight when she got board. All the same, with her scruffy clothes dangling off her frame, she shoved a hand into her pocket and pulled out a firm bag of berri, plopping it on the counter.
"Your cheapest, and keep it comin'. It's been a while.~"