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welp! Thats one way to shut him up for good as he became speechless and whirl doesn't become speechless as his one good optic stared with disbelief.

Upon their knee to the ground he couldn't help but bitterly chuckle, feeling a bit awkward, "Hey now, mech. You're gonna give people the wrong idea like we're Conjunx Endura or something."

Ok, yea. The guy is handsome, and may be he's intrigued while amused. He was handsome once, mind you! But he's not going to peel that wound, just yet.

"Ok, fine. Just what do ya want with me?? I'm gonna hear ya out, only for this time." Maybe... "so could you like... get off from the ground already!"

A harsh laugh escaped him at their rather enthusiastic comment, "you pulling my wires here, mech?? Cause that's the most dumbest thing I've ever heard, and that's coming from a lunatic who has a gun for a chest! Seriously, who did you bet with? Was it that loud mouth again?? Cause I'm not buying your whole 'hes a physique, a mystical being, let's get friendly with him' types."

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the other might be pressing down a little too hard, but zoro doesn't mind the added pressure. It was honestly nice to feel looked out for once by the captain as he relaxed his tense shoulder. The swordman still looked over their form, in case of any scratches or bleeding they're both not seeing, but seeing how there were none, he could stop worrying over them. "I think it's best to go see Chopper, don't want you to hold your hand on the wound all day." The male suggested. He knew the their doctor is somewhere frantically trying to find them.

"I told you, I'm fine. And I never thought thought you were babysitting, anyways." He doesn't want to be a burden, but he doesn't say it out loud for them to hear, there doesn't need to be. He needed to present himself as a strong individual if he wanted to their captain's swordsman.

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" i'm fine. " he frowned at zoro, pressing a little harder despite how careful he was consciously trying to be with him. he wasn't chopper, he wasn't able to do much in terms of medical treatment and he certainly didn't know how to dress a wound properly, but he could clean it just fine. and maybe he could attempt to wrap them as well, though he was sure he'd just end up tangling them both up in bandages somehow.

" i'm not babysitting you, i'm helping. so sit still so i don't make it worse. " he grumbled, more out of the sheer amount of focus he was putting into this rather than annoyance or anything.

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// I'm dropping threads... I'm sorry. I can't handle it anymore, cause part of me honestly wanna quit everything. I still have like 10 ish queue, id leave those as it is.

And also. For anyone I owe drawings for.... I wont be doing it... im sorry. I'm thinking about quiting it. Thinking about quiting art...Tbh. I've been so damn stressed out. I honestly don't want to. But idk what to do anymore. I hate my drawing. I hate how I rp. I just hate myself.

I just wanna make sure ppl knows this. I'm just sorry

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"Hu?? C'mon! It would be fineee! Also, I kinda go by they, them, you know. The whole Nonbinary thing?? Annnnnd! You bet your ass I can shove at least 15 of them!!" Not them pulling out a box of pocky in hand, "wanna join?"

"How fast do you think I could eat that pocky before I choke myself to death??"

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he can't believe how tall the giant mech was! And he's seen kintaro, the ai was the tallest among the crew, and seeing one even larger was what made the ninja bot excited.

His form bouncing up and down, all full of energy, he couldn't calm himself down, he just needed to know! Saburo listened throughly, much like a child full of curiosity and wonder, his optics are sparkling reading in the data he was given. "That's. So. Coooooollllllll!!!!" He wants to leap at them, but honestly restraining himself, one could see how his frame was shaking. "I can't believe I'm seeing a giant robot!!! You're so cool! So awesome!! Can you show me your combined form?? Can you also show me your harpoon??" He's grinning so much he could dislocate his jaw on how much he was stretching.

"Yes, please ! I wanna hang it on my wall!!! It would cover the whole place!! But that means I have to get you a giant paper, right?? Do you have one?? Do you have a giant paper?? And can I see it!?" Imagine how big it is compared to him!

"No way! You're so tall!!! And have a ship! Are you like a pirate?? Can you shoot out lasers from your eyes or mouth?? Maybe your fist could fly! Beating up bad guys!! Can you combine with your ship and get bigger?? Can I please have your autograph!?"

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his grin widen in a sadistic glee, any humans who dare to dip their hands in thr likes of shadows are his subjects. Calling himself the god among mortals and displaying his power to show he was the real deal. He was gifted with such powers due to his master who gave him the realm of ultimate power. He may not see any fear beyond those eyes, but he knows anyone who steps foot against him are wary of his presence. As they should.

"Oh, good. Cause this would make things a lot more interesting than you crying on the ground, sobbing like a fucking child."

His gaze doesn't leave her, amused by this creature that stands before him. He was like a feral animal, ready to pounce at her at any given time. And yet, he kept his watchful eyes, wanting to see what kind of entertainment the little morale could give him. Should he torment her to see how much power she has over her own shadows? Should he rip that shadow right from her fingers? There were lot of possibilities and each one that sent shiver down his spine.

"Oh, I've noticed. That's because I'm a king, a king of shadows, if you would. So that makes you my subject. You should learn how to respect your king, little mouse."

This was all just a game for him, he wanted to push them into the edge as best as he could, through manipulation of his words. His tendrils coil around the ground as they slither, they won't go close to her and seem docile. For now. Unless he commands them to attack.

"Humans calls he shadowman or whatever they want. I couldn't careless as I don't have a name."

"Oh, please. Don't flatter me with your words."

Hes lounging down like a king to his subjects, a king who was worthy of worship, and who was nothing but a tyrant. He's making an another makeshift chair, only this time it was for her, as if gesturing them to take that seat. If not, however, he'd simply force her to.

"Really?? You're full of surprises, aren't you?? Normal humans would have begged for mercy at my feet." His shadow tendrils seemed to be amused by her, and as if they had a mind of their own, it would circle around the floor like group of snakes.

"I could do much, much more. I can make creatures and creations. Something you couldn't even dream of. Nightmares and the likes." He's waving his and around, looking smug about it.

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"Yes, of course! I'm sorry if I sounded so rude, I've never met someone who was wanted like I was." Then again, when does he meet someone who was born from his century?? There's some melancholy to know that was all gone, but at least be bad those who are willing to help him out, even if he doesn't deserve such kindness. It's best to change the subject as he silently thanked the other to do just that.

"I'm not so... adventurous." He's a little shy on that department, and not having much friends during his time also factor out the activities the other suggested. May be if the two met earlier, it might have been a different story, he might have to redundantly follow where they go or what they did. He'd never say no, unless it was killing. "Besides from riding all my life and camping out. I've been avoiding people as much as possible." Due to his curse, due to the thing that followed him around to torment him.

"Oh! Marvelous!" He was just as excited to know someone who could dance. It's been a while since he did any of his leg movements, he might need to readjust himself, his age is getting older by the day. "If--if you ever want to, I'd more than happy to dance with you! It's been a while since I've done it. But I would love to relive those steps again." Some he learned it from his late wife, others with friends. It would be nice to see what the other have in store.

Blake stared down at the food that was given, feeling the warmth of the temperature and thr broth aroma that filled the air. He'd slowly take a spoon and dip it inside the bowl to take a sip. The taste of the food felt heavely as he slowly consumed it, "You're really good cook, the food is very nice. Thank you. It's been a while since I've eaten any cooked meal." He'd let out a deep relaxed sigh, leaning himself against the tree. "Even so, I just wanted to thank you for your kind gesture. So, thank you."

Blake shyly smiled at the compliment, feeling his face flushed, and upon the query he'd ponder once more as he gaze down at the food resting on the palm of his hand. "I... sealed myself inside a coffin." He cowboy spoke, his features etched with sorrow at the memory, "I am cursed.... by a witch to live like an immortal... but she took my shadow and cursed me to become a dead in the night..." he wasn't sure if he wanted to continue on this topic.

"Those are the greatest; when fall comes and the tree begins to shed its colors, the world around us seemed to do the same." A bit melancholy for his case.

Upon the realization, blake blinked, he looked suprised at the confirmation, "you were??" Its not often he's seen someone who was... wanted. Maybe from something small?? He doesn't want to think about the other stealing banks and robbing people. They seem so genuinely nice. The nudge against his arm earns them a chuckle, "of course, it's nice to redeem yourself of the things you've done in the past."he was just afraid how much he had to forgive to forget. Blake knew he'd eventually have to confess about shadow one way or another, if they ever get to meet the evil double.

"Oh!" The many activities was both impressive and had him shaken up a bit, only because he never did anything so... adventurous. "Those are impressive activities-- i-- um, never done them before." He felt so bad to even hurt a fly. Every living creatures has their purpose, after all. "Horse riding is something I'm used to, I've worked at a ranch before for a friend. And attended to their livestock! Oh, um. Have you ever dance?? I've been taught when I was working there, sadly my legs are a little aching for a demonstration."

Blake followed the other into the thickness of the woods, funny how he's done the same thing for the past two years after he was awaken from his slumber. The camp the other set up felt like... home. Blake smiled at the scenery almost longly, it felt like something he's forgotten for all these years, yearn of someone else here with him as he smiled. He knew how lonely he was, and how much he wanted a simple connection with someone else.

"Its really amazing how you set this up..." Blake finally said, feeling a bit shy about where to stand and where to sit. He's standing there awkwardly, not wanting to disturb them as much as possible. Although the sound of food does make his stomach grumbled; blake doesn't remember when he even ate today.

"Thank you... for having this with me, it means a lot. I forgot how much I wanted to talk with someone."

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"Oh! I think that's totally fine! I mean, you'd find love one day, but getting a friend isn't exactly a walk in the park either. But if you really want someone to talk with, how about we start with an introduction?? Maybe add in some of your interest?" Al wasn't sure why he was helping the stranger, but he just couldn't leave her feeling down.

"O-Oh dear. The thing is, I've never had real friends before. Nor been in love..."

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"yea? Well you're in no position to be asking that at the moment." Came the snarky remarks as he held her tightly against his body, it was honestly troublesome when you're clearly running away from rouge Marines of all people. But he's known to do the impossible at a difficult situation, making him victorious. "Not my fault when we have Marines coming after us now, ain't it?? Besides, maybe stop yelling and just pointing at the direction would help."

Zoro hissed at the sudden pinch. Her fingers were tight, almost as same as the witch (nami), "oi! What the hell was that for?? Do you want me to drop you?" He'd just snort at her threat, walking swiftly towards the wrong direction again, and yet, surprisingly dogging to meet with any Marines after them. "As if you could even defeat me."

"What are you talking about! I've been going right this whole time, not my fault you've been telling me the wrong direction." Well rumor about his navigation skills were correct, he was notorious among his crew when I came to it, and they'd make sure any newcomers knew about this details.

He's holding her by his arms, and seeing how her prosthetic was destroyed, it was quite troublesome. "Tch. As if you could, now tell me how to get back to the ship already so Franky or chopper could look at ya." He's nonchalant about her threat, more than likely the best she could do is smack him like Nami does.

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Much like a marionette, the string that held him begins to slowly withdraw, one by one it snaps. All that left was a thin yarn, holding tightly for its life, hanging on the edge.

It started out with a nightmare, a usual one, but with twists and turns, slowly the nightmare itself turns into hell. The scenery around him burst into flames, black as dark as coal surrounds him, burning the ground he stood, and between it all stood three figures.

Cries of agony, screams, and hands reaching out for salvation cannot be withheld. The figures slowly made shape, the look all too familiar; her eyes held sadness as she called out 'why', why did godforsaken her? Why did god leave her and her children to doom? "Blake!" A choke, "Blake!" Suffocating, gasping for air, "Blake! Why?? Why!?" She did not understand, confused, and angered. "I thought you loved me?? Was it all a lie?? Why did you kill us!?"

No, he shouts into the fire, No! No, he loved them. He loved them so much. All he ever wanted was their happiness, to live his life to the fullest. He wanted to die with her, to grow old together. He's crying, ugly sobbing mess, holding onto his head, shaking, and howling.

It echoed and then came the silence. Everything around him became dark, ink dark. Bawling, his eyes puffed reduced red, he couldn't control the hollow emptiness that held between his heart. It ached, it hurt, worse than dying.

"It's your fault." Came a voice, chuckling like a madman, "all your fault, you're weak!" It hissed, crimson blood eyes stared back, and slowly it approached, "it's because of you they're dead! Because you were weak!! You couldn't stood up for them, you couldn't run into that fire to save them, it's your fault!! And this is the sin, the sin you have to carry for what you've done."

A hand reaches out, grabbing onto his throat, choking him, and slamming roughly down on the ground as the figure, no, him, stood above him, looking down upon his helpless features.

"And there is nothing you could do to stop it."

He woke up with a wail of a scream as it shrieked the daylight, stumbling, the cursed one, all but scrambled into the corner, and clearly disoriented. While scrambling he would hit himself, causing a loud thump, a growing pain he felt against his ribs was nothing against the surface of the vision he held.

The shadow laughing at him, he could hear that voice taunting, resonating inside his head.Grabbing hold of his head, he'll keep bellowing, "Please! Please stop!! Go away, please, i can't take it anymore!! Please make it stop!!"

It's his fault. He was a sinner, much like what the priest said, a dirty sinner who would sink into hell.

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It started out with a small indie fair, those with little to no people, held by the country side. The daylight still out, signaling the day would turn into night, and as much as they wanted to stay, it was impossible with a cursed man.

Ed wished Blake's worry washed away; he wish for the man to be free, and never to worry over how long he had till the night came and took his features away. For death to come everyday, only to realize he was merely but a skeleton, immortalized, and traped in constant cycle.

Blake hated to show that side of him, he'd hide away, but that never bothered Edward, after all, he had seen worst. Many times he had reached out for the man, to gently cup their features, telling them that the looks never mattered. For he had a heart thousand times more beautiful. And ed, for his part, never knew how to show affections, what to do when they held hands, the motion itself made him gutter. Blake held that hand strong, without a word to be said, since they never needed one to begin with.

They're both two broken souls, lost everything in their lives, and found each other's comfort. Treasure themselves, and occasionally would seek out the world to gaze upon what was presented.

They'll speak of the past, how much century passed on, and while mentioned their family. The day went on, but not until trying out the occasional entertainment. Yet, the activity that caught their eyes was the dances that held in a small area near the center of the fair. They both looked on, hearing cries of joy, shouts of music beats as it echoed to attract more on looker.

A Small look of longing presented upon the cowboys features, ed would notice such when he gaze into their eyes. Home sick. With them in mind, Edward spoke, "Blake." The usual gruff held there, but in a gentle manner, "you-- um, you wanna dance??" It did surprised the immortal, since ed was never the one to approach first, the man would follow suit whatever blake had in mind, and went along.

To be asked to dance had him immensely proud, and happy, lifting his mood. "Yes!" It was so quick, he held ed by the hands and dragged them into the center. They both laughed, finding themselves in the mist of people, mingle with one another. "Just so you know." The wolf catching their attention, "I never danced before, so you might wanna be careful." He held a tease, but also a warning, which did earn him another laugh.

"Do not worry, I'll lead us, y'can follow along." With hands held tight, and with one free hand around the waist, the cowboy descended. With Low jazz music for the background, world around them seemed to slow down, and the only attention were the two men who enjoyed each other's company.

A step, a pull here, and a swing there. It was as if they've been doing the same motion forever, corresponding in one, and their beat identical. Hearts filled with exhilaration. All the concern, and heavy weights against their shoulder seemed to lift off their person.

This was safe haven, paradise; only but their ringing of laughter fills the air. Yet, once the music comes to an end, drowing out the noise, and they'll meet each other in the middle. Exchanging looks of want, foreheads breach close, and with mingle of small breaths. Hearts hammering away, with the gaze of knowing, their lips met. Slow and steady, hands still held close; just as the kiss came, it was gone quickly, Yet, their bond became closer.

It wasn't much, but a start to something they knew was going to last as long as they lived.

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Werewolves:

They're secretive bunch and wont procreate besides from their clans. Human meat is the only thing they eat as they keep some of them as cattle. Unlike the vampires They're all gene pool, and full pure blooded. Doesn't change in fullmoon, the transformation is part of them as they have control. Unlike ed, Thats why ed is a abomination, he cant control his transformation and only happens out of emotions. He is unstable and a lot stronger than other werewolves due to this uncontrollable anger. Altho there are some cases when a werewolf could change a normal person through bite when they're transformed, but this is so damn rare.

vampires:

None of them are pure blooded, only the first vampire was. Most of the time the vampires are made when they're dying and getting rid of their human blood. They're reborn again when their body is dunked into a giant pool of vampiric blood of the first one. They're, in a scene, dead. This start out when they're young, before it was any age, but now they want them young and once the transformation is completed they'll be given a new family. They need to drink human blood at least once a week, thankfully they wont go hungry crazy. Yet, if they do drink a lot, they'll go drunk on it and change into a monster. Annnd they're pale as fk.

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When you choose UA as your agency, you have choosen to throw away your past life. Once you enter, you no longer under government files as if your existence never existed. When you die, you are buried beneath your agency and even if you have a family, A contact is never.

this is from preventing a revenge or harm upon your family. You'll be hated by many, so the only way to counter this is to disappear.

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Bureau Of protection forces (BPF) was founded after a war when the government finally noticed that humans aren’t the only beings who are living on earth. Sadly it was thanks to Edward’s involvement when joining the army. His strength, power, and regeneration cannot be unnoticed. Everyone spoke of the mysterious private who could slay a thousand men; he was a hell-hound to his enemies, savior to his fellow soldiers, and insubordinate to his superiors. 

First, it felt like a myth, but when obtaining a video filmed by the enemies of Ed’s fight against them, it made them fear him. How many out there are the same? And how can they save humanity, thus the BPF was born. (Also, the video is still used today and show to recruits as a propaganda.)

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im writing these down for folks who are interested in my canon verse! Just a snip about three factions. 

We’re gonna start with the main group in this world: UA (Also goes by Umbragate Agency) UA is known as the group who are neutral among the world; they are there to help folks with anything troubled, mostly by the evils. They usually go on missions and is divided in three groups:

Hunters: Hunters are usually the ones that would go out and deal with any necessary jobs, field workers if you want to put it simply. Usually the main job for the UA group. Tracking down and taking care of the evils from any individuals who tries to harm the balance in society.

Cleaners: The clean up crews. Fixing the city when is is broken due to the fight against the hunters and the enemies and or erasing memories. The relief (much like medics) would join here; mission is to help anyone who are traumatized.

Slayers: Another clean up crews. Usually deals with infections and most who are in this group dies during their missions. IF there is an infestation of creatures that needs to be eliminated, Slayers would be sent there. Theses are not just Supernatural beings, but also humans too. Since the human government are also helping in the back to clean things up.

If you happen to join UA you are bound to the group, if you pass away you’ll be burned with the rest of the Agents. Your name and history would be erase, joining here they would make sure you start out fresh. The agency’s exact location is inside a dimension pocket, not wanting to be seen by the evil, powerful gatekeepers made sure their base is hidden. It is big. The only way in is if you call out for the gate keeper. (Which is voice activated and they’ll know your voice)

The second group is the Bureau of Protection Forces (BPF).

BPF are all group of humans.  they are usually folks who’s family died or affected by the supernaturals and has vendetta against all of them. If you join the group you do not like the Supernaturals and hate them, but the catch is you’re basically being manipulated by an unknown figure who is giving you weapons and anything necessary to kill the other species.

The last group is called Vermiculo.

Vermiculo are mafias of supernaturals, they’re much like the Crusades in wanting revenge. And are the ones who produce the drug called lotus (Adrenaline drug that can cause a supernatural being to become strong and fast, so to speak!) you can call them cults basically. Seeing how they close out borders from the outside world, and even go as far as change history. Humans. are. bad. 

These are snip bits! If you want more information, please don’t hesitate to ask me, I’ll be more than happy to reply to any questions involving the world.