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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 13:26:49 GMT -5
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His explanation made the fruit seem ever so tantalizing. Her salivary glands slipped into overdrive with their ravenous nature. And this was not because of anticipation of the fruit's delectable sugars, but instead because of the power which coursed through the fruit's juices. Yep, she wanted it. Who wouldn't? And the curse that came along with its powers, and losing the ability to swim... well, if she couldn't ever become a pirate anyway because she was too weak, when would she ever need to swim? Maybe this fruit would allow her that strength.
Terry slowly about-faced, curiously looking at Logan. Was this the power she wanted?
"Yes! Give it to me!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 28, 2012 19:03:28 GMT -5
Well, he hooked the worm, and she took the bait.
Now he just had to reel her in.
The man drew the fruit close to his chest as her composure changed. He wasn't going to risk revealing this gambit this early on in the play. He had nothing to gain from this, other than the girl's inevitable look of utter shock and disappointment. That would be gold all in itself.
But what did he want from her? Other than his clothing, of course, Logan couldn't conjure a thing. Something he didn't have. Something he could sell? But she looked like she was out on her ass, despite her claims of having money.
"I can't just give you this. I need something in return."
He thought for a moment.
"Something you can't take back, maybe? Hrmm."
Logan looked over the girl quickly, trying to find something that he wanted. Well, there were a number of things she could do for him, but he could get so much more than that.
"What are you willing to do for it?"
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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 19:37:45 GMT -5
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"Give you something?"
The girl's eye began to twitch, just as there was a vein twitching in her forehead. Yeah, she was angered by his ridiculous request. Didn't he understand what he'd just done? No? She clenched her fists tighter now. Yeah, she was considering stealing the fruit directly from him, though she remembered how that had turned out last time.... and she'd almost even left moments ago without her sword.
"I owe you nothing in return! You destroyed my clothes! They were among some of my fucking most valuable possessions!" Terry spat. She'd look down momentarily, where just a bit in front of her were the torn remains of what was once her clothing.
"What am I willing to do for it? You should just give it to me!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 28, 2012 20:01:24 GMT -5
Now she was starting to get demanding. Her words made Logan laugh heartily, one of his hands drawing forth his characteristic paper fan. This was just too exciting.
"You're cute."
He sat upon the ground, just before his display of items as he had done before. His hand fanned himself playfully, as his chuckling began to subside.
"I dont' know what you're talking about though. I was simply defending myself against an armed girl without having to hurt her either."
He motioned towards her body with his fan.
"I was also nice and let you hide your delicate self with my coat instead of leaving you to stand in the shame of your own wrong doing."
Logan shrugged his shoulders enthusiastically.
"I suppose I could swap the fruit for it back, though...if you don't mind being naked all the while."
It seemed like she was going to keep resisting, despite his verbal maneuvering to get her to comply. If anything, had she not done so, maybe Logan would have lost interest. What fun is a hothead if she breaks that easily, right?
An idea popped in his head.
"How about this. If I give you the fruit..."
He veiled the lower part of his face with his fan.
"You have to join my crew. The-"
His eyes fell onto the fan in his hand.
"The Paper Fan Pirates. I am it's captain, after all."
A lie. It was all a lie. He wasn't a captain, he had no crew, and he didn't even have a ship yet. He was just a vendor of useless crap, apparently. But he had nothing to lose from this. She would think she has super powers, and he would get the last laugh.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 20:57:46 GMT -5
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Damn it...
Terry averted her eyes nervously. She really couldn't argue the points he'd just made regarding their situation. Though still, the whole stealing her clothes bit was a bit much, she felt. Though he hadn't hurt her, this was namely a testament to his superior aim and control over what she was now certain were his devil fruit powers. It hadn't been any less embarrassing, nor shameful. A wound to her pride, though he had tended to it. Unfortunately, nothing he'd done could ave made her feel much more low than she'd already felt.
But what was she to do now? Give him the coat, take the fruit, and go home pretty much naked?... or take up his offer to join a crew that she knew nothing about? It was a bit perplexing. She'd look into the sky momentarily, bringing her hand to her chin as she thought. She'd always wanted to join a crew... but then again, if she didn't like it, could he really force her? Could he take the fruit back?
"I guess I'll join then."
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 28, 2012 21:19:07 GMT -5
Logan's grin of the devil reached maximum overdrive mode at the girl's words.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
"Good choice..." he would purr, tossing the springy fruit towards the girl. She'd better catch it; even Devil Fruit could be turned into Devil Splatter if dropped from her minuscule height.
Logan would sit and fan himself all the while, several pages of ideas unfolding in his head. How was he going to say it? How was he going to taunt her for being fooled? Maybe he would just make her think she has powers. Maybe he could have her follow him around, dress in little maid outfits and clean up after him.
He would be shaken back to reality, remembering one more important fact.
"Once you eat that whole thing, our deal will be struck. So chow down~!"
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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 21:37:21 GMT -5
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Whaaa!
Unanticipated it was a difficult catch to make, nonetheless, Terry had been able to just barely catch the devil fruit, floundering around as she tried to grasp it in her hands. Unfortunately, her hand eye coordination wasn't the best. She finally secured it, now taking a moment to look down at the overly plump fruit. Even now, she couldn't put her hand on exactly what type of fruit it was. Maybe some kind of wacky pineapple-grape thing.
"Alright," And with that, she held the fruit up to her mouth and took a quick bite of it. But the taste... well, it was moist like any other fruit but... EWWWWW! Not suit, it was sour without reason, disgusting and it hardly even tasted edible. She dropped the fruit. It soon fell to the ground, splattering. She replaced her hands around her throat.
"Blaaargh!" she vomited on the ground.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 28, 2012 21:57:20 GMT -5
Logan's grin quickly faded into a look of slight concern. The scene had unnerved him.
She had thrown up.
...
But it must be a bitter plant, after all. Colors such as those usually indicated some form of toxicity, too. And those swirls on the fruit, they could-...
...
He just gave her a real Devil Fruit, didn't he?
He just let a girl take a whopping bite out of his goldmine.
He just lost out on millions.
And now he had to be a captain of a made up crew.
...
Maybe there was a way out. The man's eyes had fallen upon the discarded fruit. She had taken only one bite out of it, after all. He stated she needed to eat the whole thing.
But why didn't he want to?
And why was he laughing?
Logan had begun a mild chuckle, though it was now erupting into a full blown series of booming laughs. He rocked back and forth on his seated bottom, slapping his knees as if it would help calm his senses.
He had played himself, hadn't he?
Still shaking in fits of bliss, Logan would work to find his footing, standing and making his way towards the currently-purging girl. He had only started to calm down before he extended a hand to her.
"Welcome aboard the Paper Fan Pirates. My name is Captain Logan Faulkner~" he cooed, traces of the giggles still vibrating in the back of his voice.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 22:37:50 GMT -5
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The vomiting came to an end... Though all the while, Terry would taste that disgusting sour taste upon her tongue. Yeah, she'd have to wash that off later. But now the question was what had she gained. Was she the same as she'd been only moments ago? Or had she changed somehow? Was it a Devil Fruit, or was it not? Well, obviously if it wasn't a Devil Fruit, then she didn't owe this man anything at all.
"Sir, what the hell are you laughing about?" Terry questioned him. Her fists remained curled as she considered the answer to her own question. Yeah, in a few moments she was pretty sure that she'd figured it out.
"H-Hey! That was a prank, wasn't it?! Was that fruit even real? You just wanted to give me something nasty!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 29, 2012 0:23:40 GMT -5
Her words did nothing to but kindle his manic laughter once again.
The man had to withdraw his hand to try and cover his mouth, so that his howls of hilarity wouldn't draw any more attention than it would already have. He wasn't one to laugh all this much, but the sheer amount of irony in the situation was more than he could handle.
Man dupes girl, thinking the fruit was fake.
Girl falls for it like a sack of bricks, thinking the fruit is real.
Man dupes self, realizing the fruit is real.
Girl thinks fruit is fake.
It was just so beautiful.
"I assure you, it's the real deal", he managed to say, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "Nobody ever said the Devil Fruit tasted sweet."
His breathing had calmed, and his composure gradually returned to him. It was ridiculous how such little things affecting him so much. This girl probably thought he was insane.
Speaking of which...
"And you've yet to tell me your name, beautiful."
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Post by Terry King on Nov 29, 2012 1:35:31 GMT -5
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As she attempted to recover from that disgusting taste, he divulged more information regarding the effects and taste of the Devil Fruits. But in actuality, he wasn't nearly as shocked as she was. Well, this certainly did tell her something! That and the fact that he was still laughing about it. Regardless of whether or not this was a prank, she knew that right now, she had the right to be angry. And her fist had the right to find a target. She slammed her fist against his head at full force.
"You mean this whole time you knew it was going to taste bad and you didn't even tell me?!" Terry said in between heaved breaths. She simply glared at him for a few seconds longer, before finally averting her eyes from him as she calmed herself.
"King... Terry King," she finally answered.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 29, 2012 10:31:14 GMT -5
The girl's fist exploded into his face, launching the man's head back in a humorous manner. Maybe it was because she was angry, and maybe it was due to how unbearably cute her anger was, but the man did nothing to stop her.
He only made sure to catch his hat before it would fall out of reach, replacing it atop his head.
A prominent bruise would accompany his bloodied nose from earlier, though the man's face would remain a comical smile. Yeah, he liked this one. If making a crew would mean keeping her around, he wouldn't mind having to be its captain.
So what was this lovely young lady's name? The name he shall be cooing for the entirety of their lifetimes?
...
Oh...Terry?
The man turned on heel, picking up this things in one enormous bundle and began to walk away.
"Never mind. I'm not into little boys."
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