#rcmancedawn

[ravarui]

Starter for @rcmancedawn cause I felt like it Starring Makino & Shamrock

This was the island his younger twin was so seemingly fond of? It didn't look like much, but according to his intel this was where Monkey D Luffy hailed from and his twin had spend some significant time here. Even now he seemed to return now and then.

But what pulled him to this backwater place? It looked like nothing. A small port, an even smaller village, not connected to the main city of Goa Kingdom.

The suspicious looks of the villagers aren't surprising. He had pulled a hood over his head, covering his red hair. If these people were familiar with Shanks it would only cause annoying questions he wasn't willing on answering.

His steps carry him towards the only bar of this place. He had learned quickly that bars and taverns were the best spot to gather any kind of information when down in the lower world.

He steps throw the swinging doors, noticing how empty the place was. Well, empty besides the barmaid behind the counter and...was that a baby sleeping peacefully in a crib? A baby with very family red hair.

How interesting.

Shamrocks seats himself at one of tables in a corner near the bar, one where he had a good view on the entrance and bar itself. The hood is something he keeps on.

"I hope I am not intruding. This place is open, yes?"

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

Grand Line Chill

starter for { @rcmancedawn }

The ocean ebbed and flowed in a matter that some would call peaceful, but he would call it an ass.

It was almost mocking the young boy, his red hair sopping against his forehead. His clothes were sticking to his skin, the soaked threads icing in the wind - forcing his body temperature lower. The winter island was beautiful with its icicles shimmering like precious jewels, light reflected off snow-covered ground sparkling as though it were covered in rhinestones.

Despite said beauty, many less beautiful words were going through his mind as his frozen fingers struck flint against rock. His little firepit was as sad as it was pathetic: it had been hard finding anything that was dry enough to burn. But without a fire, he only had minutes until hypothermia set in. Then it would be over.

But it couldn't be over, not yet. He had just gotten a crew - a good one at that. Benn had sworn his loyalty. So did Yasopp. So did Lucky. They had been having so much fun together, the four of them, with partying and some treasure hunting and a lot of laughter. It almost made him completely forget about the hell that had been just a few years prior, the crushing sadness and fear that came after the Captain had been executed.

He had never been more alone in his entire life those first few days after the Captain died and Buggy yelled at him and he yelled at Buggy and they parted.

Now he was alone again, but he wasn't lonely. He had people he needed to get back to. All he needed to do was make sure he didn't die first.

The flint struck against the rock and a spark jumped to the little bit of kindling and the small, small fire began. Shit luck and a bad party stuck him lightly hungover and soaking wet on a winter island without his crew. Less shit luck got him flint and some kindling for a fire. All he had to do was wait. He'd be rescued. He wouldn't die here. Whoever was watching over him from above liked fucking with him too much.

[marinehero]

ლ. Truly what's the point of being a legend if you can't do whatever the hell you feel like ? ( his crew would've unionize against him but they already have long ago. They're begging for him to be stopped. Sir you can't expect to drag a tree from the East Blue to Fishman Island, sir your meetings-- ) Absolutely worth it.

[totalacehole]

No, he did not totally steal all the juice from the rather vintage, upscale bar in the Goa Kingdom. And no, Luffy didn't somehow nab five delicious cakes and ate three of them on the way, leading to Ace karate-chopping that insatiable glutton away from the remaining two, of which he carried all by himself.

Luckily, he saved the chocolate and strawberry ones just for a dear barmaid.

"...Uh, 'scuse me, Makino-san?" He's panting rather heavily, damn it. Such poor manners in front of his role model. "We-" A solid smack showed a certain rubber tongue extending about ten feet, readying to devour the chocolate gâteau whole before Ace squeezed the pink appendage purposefully, a rare grin tentatively surfaced on his cherub cheeks.

"Actually, I just wanted to wish you a h-happy birthday!"

[bybrophelia]

@rcmancedawn: cont. [ ❌ ]

A soft smile pulled the corners of his mouth toward his ears. The doctor was astute, definitely more than she gave herself credit for. There was indeed a lot weighing on his mind. The events that transpired in Dressrosa left a somber feeling to fester in his stomach. Sake would be the first thing he consumed since boarding his vessel. A low, soft ( and raspy ) chuckle crackled in his throat. The silence was broken by a quiet, gravelly croak: "Forgive me for ever questioning how clever you are. Of course, it's the latter." Tradition stated that it was the eldest who poured the sake. So, without a doubt, serving the sake would be his role. The warmth radiating from the carafe guided his callused hand toward it. His other hand swept over the empty cups and then descended. Between his thumb and forefinger, he held the first cup. With no trouble, he tipped the carafe toward the first cup. His head canted toward the carafe so that he could follow the sound of liquid splashing into the cup. After a few seconds, he noted the sound was not shallow, so the cup must be full. "I know this is unorthodox, the nature of our conversation, but I respect your honesty and impartiality," Issho stated as he slid the first cup toward her, "there is not another soul aboard this ship that I trust with this matter."

[ikkaku-of-heart]

"On one hand, I totally believe that Mihawk doesn't have any biological kids because unlike most men at sea, he's capable of keeping it in his pants. Plus, it is pretty hard to imagine him with a baby."

A mischievous smirk crossed her face. "But it's not impossible. Guess we'll know for sure if the baby starts swinging a sword around and being an introverted, goth misanthrope."

[seaoftales]

‘ it’s not as bad as you’re making it. ’ // Makino for Shanks!

"You're bleeding." Shanks pointed out as he gingerly pressed a clean cloth against the injury. According to Hongo, bleeding alone warranted concern, even with a small wound, and he'd rather be safe than sorry.

His crew had had a blast at 'Partys Bar', one that ended in several broken bottles and pieces of furniture, so indirectly, the red haired pirate felt responsible for said injury, and very directly responsible for the now demolished furniture.

"Sorry about this. They sometimes get carried away."

[poneglph]

❝ Who's-Who! Happy birthday~! ❞

The younger Tobiroppo would call in a sing-song manner as she approaches - putting aside her absolute hatred for the man just for a moment.

❝ I was ever so kind enough to get you a gift! Are you ready? ❞ An innocent smile is given - concealed behind pink mask, yet visible in her eyes - before Ulti slowly reveals her offering.

It's a cat toy—a fish, specifically—generously stuffed with catnip. Her smile, once innocent, quickly becomes devious. Now to see if her fiendish plot would bear fruit.

she can't be serious. the moment her voice reaches his ears, he finds himself already dreading what's to come next [ damn brats ... ] the birthday wishes are met with little more than an annoyed scoff && hand rested upon his hip: it's unlike ulti to go out of her way to speak with him, let alone wish him well. she's up to something.

❛ oi, brat ?? what's the meaning of ― ❜

oh― wait, she has something there. at this distance the scent reaches him: pupils blow wide beneath mask, body lurching forward to rub a now suddenly furry cheek against the offering. the transformation is fluid, practiced && almost second nature. who's who appears now as a beast, but a feline all the same, for his tail swishes about excitedly, whiskers pushed forwards, && ears inquisitive.

❛ give me that. now. ❜

[dreamdrove]

continued. / @rcmancedawn

"yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, conis." he politely confirms his identity with an equally warm smile that mirrors her own, but is much more self-assured around its edges. deep purple eyes crinkle in beaming relief behind still shattered lenses, similar to the sun peeking out from behind the soft fluff of hanging clouds after a rain heavy storm.

he had always worried about aisa, even when she'd callously spit at them for having not beaten enel yet & thus returning their homeland to them. kamakiri especially took the brunt of it, simply because out of all the warriors in the tribe, he was the most tolerant & kind of the bunch. she was like a little sister to him & laki, so she got away with it, too. mostly. wyper's pointed glares had aisa skittering behind kamakiri or laki more often than not for protection. she'd quiet down then at least.

"she can be a brat, but she's also a really thoughtful girl." kamakiri hums in agreement, unbearably fond. it'd only help her to have more friends, especially another female.... who was pretty cute up close now that he thought about it. anyway..

"still, I can't thank you both enough. I'd like to treat you properly once we get a good amount of repairs done." he insists earnestly.

[sirensofthefiveseas]

Continued from here with @rcmancedawn

Otohime hushed her daughter as she was engulfed in the other's arms. Her daughter's size was always so startling, and it seemed like every moment she wasn't looking the girl just got bigger. "Oh my, my love it's alright." The Queen hummed softly, lifting a hand to wipe away some of tears. "It's alright, I'm home." She had been out for a peace keeping mission, still working her hardest to gain rights for her people.

"Did you behave for your father? Did you try to have fun while I was gone?"

[aamaranthiine]

“Are you okay? You seemed lost in thought for a moment.” // from Makino perhaps?

She had been lost in thought. Scarcely had even a sip of her rum, which is still held loosely in one hand. The distant expression on her face - lips flat and eyes glazed over - sharpens into awareness when someone speaks to her.

"Pardon?" A moment for her brain to process things properly, "Oh, sorry, I was just thinking about the last time I was here. It has changed a whole lot since then." Thea sets her untouched drink down and puts on a more affable smile, "I wander off for so long its last call, is it?" An errant joke.

[ravarui]

📜 - Baccarat for Shanks and/or Shamrock. :)

Incorrect Quotes Accepting @rcmancedawn

Baccarat, answering the phone: Hello? Shanks: It’s Shanks. Baccarat: What did he do this time? Shanks: No, it’s me, Shanks. It’s actually me. Baccarat: What did you do this time?

Shanks: Go big or go home! Baccarat:Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home. Shanks: I'm going big!

Shanks: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Baccarat: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Shanks: Not when you’re playing with Shamrock, it’s not. He puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Baccarat: Shanks, I am questioning your sanity... Shamrock: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

Baccarat: You’re a horrible person! Shamrock: Maybe. But I’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter.

Baccarat: I feel so burnt out. Shamrock: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon. Baccarat: Are you gonna... assassinate me? Shamrock: Well not if you’re expecting it.

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

plotted starter with {@rcmancedawn}

The port was one of those with a reputation. Well, two reputations. There was the one that seemed to be the general narrative of this place: it was great for tourists, it was great for travelers, and there was plenty of fun to be had down the rows of shops and restaurants and bars.

Then there was the reputation he had heard under the flashiness and welcoming facade the port portrayed. The reputation that those with a bit more ill will knew. This was a place great for tourists - people who weren't expecting to run into trouble. Who weren't watching their pockets as easily. Who would be walking home drunk at the end of the night. Who might be out with more money than one could imagine.

For Shanks, there was a third reason for being here. And he was coming from it, with a bag full of his winnings from some good ol' fashioned mahjong. They were people he had met along the way, a bit seedy but also good for a few games. As long as one left while winning and still a bit sober. But now with his gains and clear mind, it was about time to join the rest of his crew at the bar.

But in this alley he was heading down, he noticed a scene - some of the troublesome folks and a woman. He slowed his movements, honing his attention on the scene should it be one to step in on.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@rcmancedawn Whitey Bay thread continued from here:

It was always a bit nerve-wracking, telling stories about her grandfather to someone who was actually around in the Golden Age of Piracy. What if she got the details wrong, or the tales of his deeds weren't impressive to anyone but his starry-eyed grandchild? But it was exciting, too, because it was a reminder that, despite his insistence that he hadn't been that important, there were indeed people who remembered him.

So maybe her nerves had to do with the fact that this was Whitey Bay, one of the pirates she'd idolized as a child. There weren't nearly as many female pirates out on the seas as men. As an engineer, Ikkaku knew how hard it was to be taken seriously in a male dominated profession, and yet Whitey was a captain and commanded the respect of her crew and her brothers among the Whitebeard Pirates, and fear from Marines and her rivals.

So, yeah, Ikkaku had been a little star-struck by her, and even more so when she'd invited her to tell her some tales about the Ghostlight she might not have been as familiar with. And then the stars became a lot more literal when she walked right into a sign, smacking her head and making her look like a fool in front of an icon.

At least Whitey Bay was gracious enough to just lightly tease her about it rather than outright mock her. It made the event slightly less mortifying. So, though her cheeks were bright red with embarrassment, Ikkaku nodded. "Yeah. Thankfully I've got a hard head, but don't wanna risk it. Law would be pissed if I got brain damage before I finished installing a laser on the Tang."

Yet while she was still embarassed, she did perk up when Whitey mentioned the demon polar bear. After all, that was the coolest part of the story! "Ok, so, everyone called it a demon, but Gramps says it was probably a regular bear that ate a Devil Fruit. Probably the Hito Hito no Mi, based on how smart it was. Anyway, the bear had been terrorizing a village, and Gramps really hadn't planned on getting involved, but unfortunately, it ended up killing his best friend. So he came up with a plan to take it on in a fight while covered in forks of all things! Like, forty or fifty forks just tied to his arms and chest!"

[seaoftales]

Big blue eyes carefully observed the pinkette, brows only lightly knit in confusion. She never had anybody refuse help, at least not when it came to injuries that she could easily heal, or when she offered to do so. At the same time, Mansherry understood Rebeccas concerns. Doflamingo and his goons made her cry many times over the last decade, every single time to instantly heal one of their underlings or one or the other top officer when needed. And she cried. She cried because she knew that those people would only harm others in return.

This time, things were different. Dressrosa was once more a free kingdom, ridden of Doflamingo and ready to heal, and so was Rebecca.

❝ Mhm, ❞ the Tontatta princess hummed in confirmation, a smile on her face as she nodded, the golden cascade of her hair following the motions. ❝ It's quite alright. Tears are not the only way I can heal people. ❞ Mansherry appreciated the worry regardless. Crying because of somebody wasn't nice, but there were also people worth crying for.

To assure the other that that wouldn't be the case, however, the tiny blonde put her hands together, healing water appearing almost instantly. Tiny feet carried her just a bit closer to one of the injuries she could reach, where she gently poured the water over it to heal. ❝ See? No tears needed to heal you. Where else are you hurt? ❞

@rcmancedawn / continued

[poneglph]

The girl freezes, a wave of dread washing over her with the presence that had appeared behind her. It couldn't be... She turns slowly, only to have her fear confirmed when her gaze falls upon the figure of the much taller man who towered over her - the so-called 'God'. She stumbles backwards, eyes widening. "I-It's you—!" // Conis for Enel-

how strange ... he was quite certain that he had killed this one. smote her where she stood ; but she's still here , all this time later. && without those troublesome friends of hers. god observes the girl without expression , the way one may take notice of an ant upon their sleeve. bō shifts in his hand && is planted firmly on the ground , free hand lifting to rest on his hip.

❛ you're that girl , aren't you. ❜ it isn't a question.