12-27-2014, 08:49 AM
A spirited breeze whisked over the terrain, Luffy's cardigan flapping loosely along the drift. His saffron sash fluttered like the evening tide; grasping his distinctive straw hat, the daring pirate slipped it over his scuffed black hair. Bearing a dauntless smirk, he threw an inspired fist toward the heavens.
"YOSH!!"
Buggy and Bubble Man shared in the captain's elation, tickled by their boundless thirst for adventure; a new saga was about to begin. Slowking could almost feel an intrepid sensation emanating from the group, sparking an enthusiastic grin beneath his snout.
Kishkishkish.
A rustle in the forestry brush nearby drew their collective attention. Evidently, all the ruckus from their arrival had drawn notice from the wild. Suddenly, a cluster of shadows scurried out, swarming the addled crew. Before they could react, Straw Hat and gang found themselves surrounded on all fronts by a mob of simians. Half a dozen in all, they each differed in appearance. The first of them sported fur as green as the lush plantation with a mossy Mohawk extending several inches from their head; another with smooth, cerulean coats and matching dreadlocks flowing down to their abdomen.
To the left flank a round-bodied bruiser pranced with vigor, metal bracers clasped around its ankles and wrists; opposite were two, small-statured purple imps whom hopped around mockingly, a long tail swaying back and forth with a third palm extending from the tip. Lastly, the remaining primate exhibited burning red fur and broad ears, accentuated by tufts of curly, flame-like coiffure.
"Oh dear me, it appears we have a welcome party, the Monkey Tribe. They are very protective of their territory," Slowking explained with a concerned undertone. "Alone they exhibit fierce power, but in numbers their strength increases considerably. I fear it may be wise to flee," he warned, skidding his feet as he backed away cautiously.
Teeming with virility, Luffy flicked the tip of his hat, letting it fall flat against his back, held fastened by the string around his neck. This was and will always be his silent declaration of battle; signifying that the pirate, full of piss and vinegar, has taken the opponent seriously.
"Feh, as if we'd be bullied by a few apes. I've been itching for a warm-up. I wonder what their meat tastes like? Let's pummel these primates and find out!"
Meanwhile
Royal Plateau - Summit of Cinnabar Island
Klang!
"More grog!" a hoarse voice commanded, slamming a cast iron goblet of sorts against the stony armrest of an imperial throne. Scuttling over with a canteen of amber liquid, an assumed squire hastened to his excellency's aid. Raising a clawed hand to his maw, the horned figure downed another swig. A thick, armored hide encrusted the goliath in a violet carapace with spiny protrusions extending from his mantle.
"Drowning yourself in rotgut libations again, your majesty?" inquired a guest, entering through the chamber doors. A scarlet shawl draped down to their shins, an open mid-section exposing tufts of flaxen fur, flanked by yellowish pelt hanging down from the shoulders. Their most prominent feature, voluminous ears, extended flame-like fur sprouting an impressive distance from their lobes. The impetuous incursion roused a menacing glare from the drunken behemoth seated comfortably upon his throne.
"Delphox," he greeted with a frigid tone, gritting his fangs. "To what do I owe the always pleasurable acquaintance?"
"Always such warming embrace, sir Nidoking," the fox-like prowler criticized, stepping forward. "I bring news from the south coast of mainland. The surveillance troop has issued an urgent report. It appears we have new arrivals on the island, arrived just this morning. They do not appear threatening, nor affiliated with the empire."
"Eh? Fresh faces huh? It's been some time since anyone has stumbled into our sanctuary. Pray they offer better entertainment than that hack of a jester Mr. Mime," the armored autocrat returned, aloof as ever.
Wham!
The iron doors swung open something fierce, a duo of tiny ankle biters pouring in unannounced. "Papa!" the purplish one shouted gleefully. "Daddy!" a simpered voice from the turquoise one seconded, both leaping up into the king's lap. Spreading a wide grin, Nidoking nuzzled them both. "Rahaha! How are my two favorite tykes in the whole world? Not causing trouble for the maidens I hope?"
"Ahem. I shall leave you with the Nidoran twins, my lord. I'll report in as proceeding events require." Exhaling a sigh, Delphox withdrew into the entryway, passing by an elegant female as equally indomitable as the king himself. Showing respects, the robed fox bowed before her majesty. "Nidoqueen, as illustrious as ever. Your children and husband await you inside your highness."
"Ohoho, you flatter as always, Archduke. I hope he hasn't been dipping into the sauce too much today," she delightedly retorted, inciting a friendly smirk from the sprightly aristocrat. "No more than usual my queen." Delphox gestured his posture as a silent farewell, making an exit. Once out of sight, the pleasant facade evaporated from his vulpine muzzle, curdling into an expression of deception.
Casually trotting through the castle corridors, he halted before a single doorway, creaking it open. A myriad of steps spiraled down to the basement beneath the castle. It was dark and dank, stone walls portraying a medieval atmosphere. Delphox arrived to a wondrous room full of beeping gadgets and brightly lit screens, a stark contrast to the rest of the royal domain.
"Archduke!" An odd creature greeted the fox, short in stature with a bulbous head seemingly too large for its petit body. "The analysis you requested is nearing completion."
"Excellent. I want results by this week's end," the fox demanded, turning to face a large monitor littered with data graphs and flashing numerics. Fixed in the center displayed an odd stone of swirling colors, an artifact of alluring mystery. Narrowing his eyes, a vindictive expression morphed the duke's visage.
"Winds of change are churning Beheeyem, maturing into a hurricane that will rip this corrupt world asunder. A revolution is upon us..."
"YOSH!!"
Buggy and Bubble Man shared in the captain's elation, tickled by their boundless thirst for adventure; a new saga was about to begin. Slowking could almost feel an intrepid sensation emanating from the group, sparking an enthusiastic grin beneath his snout.
Kishkishkish.
A rustle in the forestry brush nearby drew their collective attention. Evidently, all the ruckus from their arrival had drawn notice from the wild. Suddenly, a cluster of shadows scurried out, swarming the addled crew. Before they could react, Straw Hat and gang found themselves surrounded on all fronts by a mob of simians. Half a dozen in all, they each differed in appearance. The first of them sported fur as green as the lush plantation with a mossy Mohawk extending several inches from their head; another with smooth, cerulean coats and matching dreadlocks flowing down to their abdomen.
To the left flank a round-bodied bruiser pranced with vigor, metal bracers clasped around its ankles and wrists; opposite were two, small-statured purple imps whom hopped around mockingly, a long tail swaying back and forth with a third palm extending from the tip. Lastly, the remaining primate exhibited burning red fur and broad ears, accentuated by tufts of curly, flame-like coiffure.
"Oh dear me, it appears we have a welcome party, the Monkey Tribe. They are very protective of their territory," Slowking explained with a concerned undertone. "Alone they exhibit fierce power, but in numbers their strength increases considerably. I fear it may be wise to flee," he warned, skidding his feet as he backed away cautiously.
Teeming with virility, Luffy flicked the tip of his hat, letting it fall flat against his back, held fastened by the string around his neck. This was and will always be his silent declaration of battle; signifying that the pirate, full of piss and vinegar, has taken the opponent seriously.
"Feh, as if we'd be bullied by a few apes. I've been itching for a warm-up. I wonder what their meat tastes like? Let's pummel these primates and find out!"
Meanwhile
Royal Plateau - Summit of Cinnabar Island
Klang!
"More grog!" a hoarse voice commanded, slamming a cast iron goblet of sorts against the stony armrest of an imperial throne. Scuttling over with a canteen of amber liquid, an assumed squire hastened to his excellency's aid. Raising a clawed hand to his maw, the horned figure downed another swig. A thick, armored hide encrusted the goliath in a violet carapace with spiny protrusions extending from his mantle.
"Drowning yourself in rotgut libations again, your majesty?" inquired a guest, entering through the chamber doors. A scarlet shawl draped down to their shins, an open mid-section exposing tufts of flaxen fur, flanked by yellowish pelt hanging down from the shoulders. Their most prominent feature, voluminous ears, extended flame-like fur sprouting an impressive distance from their lobes. The impetuous incursion roused a menacing glare from the drunken behemoth seated comfortably upon his throne.
"Delphox," he greeted with a frigid tone, gritting his fangs. "To what do I owe the always pleasurable acquaintance?"
"Always such warming embrace, sir Nidoking," the fox-like prowler criticized, stepping forward. "I bring news from the south coast of mainland. The surveillance troop has issued an urgent report. It appears we have new arrivals on the island, arrived just this morning. They do not appear threatening, nor affiliated with the empire."
"Eh? Fresh faces huh? It's been some time since anyone has stumbled into our sanctuary. Pray they offer better entertainment than that hack of a jester Mr. Mime," the armored autocrat returned, aloof as ever.
Wham!
The iron doors swung open something fierce, a duo of tiny ankle biters pouring in unannounced. "Papa!" the purplish one shouted gleefully. "Daddy!" a simpered voice from the turquoise one seconded, both leaping up into the king's lap. Spreading a wide grin, Nidoking nuzzled them both. "Rahaha! How are my two favorite tykes in the whole world? Not causing trouble for the maidens I hope?"
"Ahem. I shall leave you with the Nidoran twins, my lord. I'll report in as proceeding events require." Exhaling a sigh, Delphox withdrew into the entryway, passing by an elegant female as equally indomitable as the king himself. Showing respects, the robed fox bowed before her majesty. "Nidoqueen, as illustrious as ever. Your children and husband await you inside your highness."
"Ohoho, you flatter as always, Archduke. I hope he hasn't been dipping into the sauce too much today," she delightedly retorted, inciting a friendly smirk from the sprightly aristocrat. "No more than usual my queen." Delphox gestured his posture as a silent farewell, making an exit. Once out of sight, the pleasant facade evaporated from his vulpine muzzle, curdling into an expression of deception.
Casually trotting through the castle corridors, he halted before a single doorway, creaking it open. A myriad of steps spiraled down to the basement beneath the castle. It was dark and dank, stone walls portraying a medieval atmosphere. Delphox arrived to a wondrous room full of beeping gadgets and brightly lit screens, a stark contrast to the rest of the royal domain.
"Archduke!" An odd creature greeted the fox, short in stature with a bulbous head seemingly too large for its petit body. "The analysis you requested is nearing completion."
"Excellent. I want results by this week's end," the fox demanded, turning to face a large monitor littered with data graphs and flashing numerics. Fixed in the center displayed an odd stone of swirling colors, an artifact of alluring mystery. Narrowing his eyes, a vindictive expression morphed the duke's visage.
"Winds of change are churning Beheeyem, maturing into a hurricane that will rip this corrupt world asunder. A revolution is upon us..."
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