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medicus-mortem​:

   “Surgeon. It’s Surgeon of Death, kid,” Law corrects, golden eyes peering at the curious little girl. “And it’s just a title describing how the world sees me. Not meant to be taken literally, even if it is kind of apt.”

    He’s pretty sure the newspapers started calling him that to inflate the fear surrounding him. Not that Law has done anything to change that image. He likes being a menacing figure, even if the title is kind of redundant. If the people you do surgery on die then you’re a pretty awful surgeon. Trafalgar Law is actually a brilliant one but the title does do a good job describing just how clinical he can be when dispatching his foes.

   The Surgeon of Death leans forwards in his seat, forearms resting on his knees and fingers interlocking as he just looks at her. What’s up with this child? Why would she just walk up to him and start a conversation? He’s not only a stranger but also very dangerous. Then there’s the fact that she’s clearly from a sky island, judging by those wings. Don’t usually see them down here.

    “Your parents ever teach you not to talk to strangers?” He asks, some menace in his tone. “Might end up running into one that wants to cut you into pieces.” 

“Oh? But surgeon are still suppose to save lives.” She persisted, Iria’s pink eyes still held curiosity and not a hint of fear even as the menacing tone entered Law’s voice. “They did... But if I don’t I can’t find them.” She replied simply. “And I think that already happened without me talking to one. That’s how I ended up in this situation.” She told Law bluntly without going into details about what exactly happened or what situation she was currently in. 

Rather than elaborate, the little girl decided to get to her real question now that she was sure that she had the right person. “Have you been to Arctechea in your travels?” She asked, about her home sky Island. One that no longer existed, and hadn’t since the end of the Void Century. “I’m trying to get back there and they say you Supernova people come from all over and have been to a lot of places.” She elaborated a bit, but also hinted that she knew very little about him or even the famed Supernovas in general.

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The black feathered wings perked more with interest as she regarded what she considered to be a rather grumpy Man-kitty. “Oh! Your a devil fruit user, aren’t you?” She asked realizing her mistake. Any attempt to scare her seemed to fail amazingly. Her race were that of a warrior type grumpy intimidating figures were more a normalicy in their society. That wasn’t to say she didn’t realize there was a dangerous air about this man, but rather that she didn’t think he had a reason to attack her.

“Still you make a very pretty kitty, mister. It’s a good thing.” She chirped at him with a smile. “Though you should smile more. My mom says that if you scowl and frown all the time your face will get stuck that way.” Iria stated, thinking her advice would be helpful. Though that thought reminded her that she still hadn’t found her own family which made her frown a little. “Not that I’ve seen her in a long time...” She muttered more to herself.

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frillexfangs​:

It was genuinely nice spending time with somebody else like this, even if they were only a young child. Oleander could only smile as Iria swallowed mouthful after mouthful of sweet fruit and cream, polishing off the contents of the little glass tumbler in what seemed to be no time at all. With impeccable manners, the young girl had practically wiped the container clean and thanked her profusely, something whcih Oleander wasn’t accustomed to but glad if only that it meant Iria had enjoyed her sweet treat. Still… Ollie couldn’t help but fell that something was amiss about the whole situation. Outsider or not, such a well-dressed and pleasant child was obviously well-loved and cared for - or at least should have been until Iria had claimed she had been stolen away from home, along with several other children. A strange man? Oleander’s smile didn’t once falter, but there a sudden cold edge to her eyes, hues of cornflower burn turning to shards of ice that promised highly unpleasant things to any creature foolish enough to dare lay hands on something so vulnerable and innocent as long as she was around…

   ”If this strange man ever returns, he won’t get you again. I can promise you that, Iria.” Oleander replied, though now her eyes were settled on something else. Wings. Black wings, coated with feathers as dark as a moonless night. The older woman watched as they bristled just like that of a wary bird, the child trying not to seem too upset as she recounted her sorry tale, but a child was a child to the Kuja.         After all, there were many strange others out in the world, from the sea and beyond…

   “While I don’t know anything about your friends or this… this man, can you perhaps tell me where you do come from? Your family must be worried sick about you, young one.”

“When I woke up, I was on a ship, but neither him or any of my friends were there. There was a lot of fighting and statues of people in weird poses.” Iria recounted. It had been a really scary thing to experience for a child. “It was scary so I hid in a little boat but it fell in the water and drifted off.” She told Oleander feeling safer with the woman that was offering her protection. 

Honestly Iria got lucky that land hadn’t been that far away and she drifted to it without much trouble. Unknowingly more so seeing as she was part of a rare race that would have been a hot target for slavers. Yet so far she had been lucky enough to remain free as she tried to get home.

“Arctechea. It’s a snowy island in the sky. It moves around a lot though.” Iria explained, unaware that the Island hasn’t existed since the void century’s end. “I’ve been trying to find it... so I can go home. I need to tell them about the strange man that took my friends too!” She exclaimed, ebony wing flaring with a sense of purpose and urgency. She was clearly worried.

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ryathenaughtykitsune​:

She held out a hand to the little winged girl. “Do I feel cold little one?” She asked her. She was pretty sure that the child’s mother was likely talking about humans and the history of their nature. “Some humans enjoy cold weather, some enjoy humid or arid conditions.” She said a little mirth was held in her eyes. “Contrary to how some humans act, we are warm-blooded creatures.” She said softly.

She could hear her son giggling in the distance and a warm smile flitted across her features. Yes, not all humans were by any nature cold. 

Iria reached out and touched Rya’s hand. She was cold, but not compared to your typical animals. To Rya, Iria would likely feel hot, like a compress fresh out of a pot of boiling water. It was normal for her race. She was hot and steamy as a child and would adopt flames when she became an adult. Still, it did not occur to Iria this might unsettle the human woman.

“Oh I see! Your no colder than most animals.” Iria remarked with interest. “My family lives in a very cold and snowy island in the sky... I don’t like the cold though...” She replied with a frown, she had been traveling for a while now but haven’t even seen another of her kind, let alone her island or family.

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send  ( fib )  for your muse to catch mine in a lie

send  ( book )  for your muse to read mine a story

send  ( tuck )  for your muse to tuck mine into bed

send  ( yummy )  for your muse to make mine a meal

send  ( costume )  for your muse to dress up with mine 

send  ( brush )   for your muse to brush my muse’s hair 

send  ( toy )  for my muse to ask yours to play with them

send  ( teach )  for your muse to teach mine a skill — specify 

send  ( gift )  for my muse to bring yours something they made 

send  ( tale )  for my muse to tell yours a wild, make-believe story 

send  ( sweets )  for your muse to catch mine eating too much candy 

send  ( fashion )  for your muse to help mine pick out clothes for the day 

send  ( no )  for your muse to keep mine from doing something dangerous

send  ( scary )  for my muse to ask yours to get rid of the monster under the bed 

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luazasvogel​:

@brightpinkeyes​ said:

“There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it’s life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth

      Rather than hope at the sight of one of blackened wings, King’s expression was stagnant, if not a bit disgusted. One hand rested carefully over his katana’s handle and his red eyes bore into the child.

      “ It is already sung it’s song. Have you come to leave the Earth’s face? That is what you will get if you stay. ”

      Abhorrence continued to leak out from his tone, it wasn’t exactly directed at the young one that stood in front of him, no…It was for the fact, the possibility, that that hag might get her hands on something that she wanted. That something that may relate to him…

      “ I don’t favour a revival… ”

Iria stared up at him fearlessly, in fact she almost seemed fascinated. “That’s a shame. I’d have liked to hear it. Is it really that dangerous here? If so, why do you stay here?” She asked him, not fully understanding things, but this had been the first of her kind that she had found since her kidnapping. She’d hoped maybe he might know were others were or maybe how she could get home. So far he obviously wasn’t the friendly sort, but maybe he could still be helpful as he didn’t want her to stick around.

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frillexfangs​:

@brightpinkeyes​ met you here!

“Of course you may, little cub. I’m glad you like it so much. It’s only a simple dish back from my homeland but my aunt taught me how to make it with any variety of fruit. All that’s needed are a few different colours and layers of sweet whipped cream,” Oleander replied, happy to have shared something that was not only special to her heart, but was appreciated by another. What a polite young girl! Indeed, it was hard not to smile as the pink-eyed youth scooped up a mix of chopped strawberries and kiwi floating in white cream. Like most children, she ate as though it had been years since she’d eaten her last meal, smiling cheerfully as she consumed the first bite. The next layer would be mango and blueberry, not too much but a sweeter mouthful than the first…

“I’m sorry, we don’t know each other’s names, do we? I’m Oleander, but you can call me Ollie if you like. What’s your name, and please tell me you haven’t been left alone out here.”

Iria’s family had been sorta high class for her people so she had been well taught in manners since she was very young. Still, she was a little more trusting an naive than she probably should be, despite the string of bad luck she had. maybe things were starting to turn around for her? She politely polished off the creamy and fruity desert, giving a bright smile afterwards. “Thank you very much miss!” She stated neatly putting the utensil down, placing her hands on her lap and giving a little bow.

It had been years for the child, though not even Iria knew that as she had been stone for much of it. “Oh! Your right!” She blinked in realization. She hesitated giving her own, as her mother had always stressed the dangers of the outside world to her. Still, Ollie had been nothing but nice so far. Was it ok to trust her? She fidgeted with her hands and looked down at them with a frown as her black wings bristled. “Um... I’m Nakajima Iria. I... I was kidnapped by a strange man along with my friends... he did something to us but when I came to, I as alone...” She said recounting things, though she did not cry, she did seem troubled.

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@ryathenaughtykitsune

The little girl gave a shiver and her wings fluffed. “That sound even colder! Mom used to say that human’s were colder than us so I thought that must be freezing, but this Nami person sounds like she’s even colder in her outfit!... Or... Do human’s like the cold?” She asked blinking curiously, she couldn’t stand it herself. Cold weather was the worst in her opinion, but maybe humans liked that sort of thing. She didn’t know any humans before waking up on that boat after all.

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The Little Mermaid  {Sentence Starters}

“Is he dead?”

“Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?”

“The human world, it’s a mess.”

“Oh, I can’t make out a heartbeat.”

“Someday I’ll be part of your world.”

“And I fortunately know a little magic.”

“I don’t know when, I don’t know how…”

“Darling, it’s better down where it’s wetter.”

“But who cares? No big deal. I want more.”

“I admit that, in the past, I’ve been a nasty…”

“No, have you lost your senses completely?!”

“I’m not asking much, just a token, really… a trifle!”

“Don’t you take that tone of voice with me, young lady!”

“Have I ever been wrong? I mean, when it’s important?!”

“I set certain rules and I expect those rules to be obeyed.”

“They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”

“You went up to the surface again, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

“Things are working out according to my ultimate design.”

“And now, look at me. Wasted away to practically nothing.”

“But you’ll have your man. Life’s full of tough choices, innit?”

“And don’t underestimate the importance of body language, ha!”

“The only way to get what you want is to become a human, yourself.”

“Yes, I’ve had the odd complaint… But, on the whole, I’ve been a saint.”

“I haven’t seen this in years, this is wonderful. A banded, bulbous snarfblatt.”

“You could’ve been seen by one of those barbarians. By one of those… humans!”

“Someone couldn’t pay the price, and I’m afraid I had to rake ‘em 'cross the coals.”

“You’ll find that nowadays, I’ve mended all my ways.. repented, seen the light, and made a switch.”

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🍨 + Fruit Parfait

The little girls bright pink eyes lit up at the tasty looking treat. She knew she shouldn't accept things from strangers, but she was very hungry! "Are you sure I can have this? You sure are a nice lady!" Iria chirped, only eating once it was confirmed to be OK. "Mmmm! This is really tasty!" She smiled cheerfully after the first bite.

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Princess Mononoke {Sentence Starters}

“Shall I stop him?“

“I’m not afraid to die.”

“Respect? What’s that?“

“Ugh, I smell like a human.“

“What exactly are you here for?“

“That was it? They weren’t so big.“

“What do you think you’re doing, boy?“

“Why did you stop me from killing her?“

“Well, I give up. Can’t win against fools.“

“I didn’t want them to kill you. That’s why.“

“Stay your hand. The girl’s life is now mine.“

“Sometimes, I think the gods are laughing at us.”

“Listen to me, please, don’t throw your life away!“

“There’s a demon inside you. It’s inside both of you.”

“Well, they say that happy women make a happy village.“

“It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s healed! —- OW! No, it’s still broken.“

“When you’re going to kill a god, let someone else do your dirty work.“

“So, you say you’re under a curse? So what? So’s the whole damn world.”

“You cannot change fate. However, you can rise to meet it, if you so choose.“

“You mean so much to me, but I can’t forgive the humans for what they’ve done.”

“Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.”

“Now watch closely, everyone. I’m going to show you how to kill a god. A god of life and death. The trick is not to fear him.“

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Hi there! I’m a new One Piece OC. Iria is a lil fire birb from the Void century that ended up in the present day after being turned to stone for hundreds of years. She’s ten and loves to build stuff. please like or reblog if you want to rp and I will give you a follow. Reblogging just to boost would be nice too! 

~written by Burikubato.