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Hey there everybody! =D I'm on FIRE this week so here's another chapter!
I'm doing something a little different this go around <w< Everybody remember Francesca? The insane sheep that attacked Petie's crew last arc? Well lets look in on her and see what she's up to. Maybe learn a little bit about her crew =3
Please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a nice day ^_^
All characters belong to their original owners.
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me
“So how’d you end up here?”
“Eh, same as most folks. I was a small time bandit, got conked on the head, woke up with the scarf around my neck and the boss lady telling me I worked for her now.”
“Yeah, same here… what’s the deal with the scarfs anyway? The only time she lets us take em off is to bathe…”
“You didn’t know? They’re made out of her cotton… wool… stuff. Anyway all she has to do is touch em and she can make it squeeze and pop your head off like a cork. It’s her way of inspiring loyalty…”
“Yikes!”
“Yeah… makes sure nobody disobeys her even though she’s a bitchy, tyrannical, temper tantrum throwing pain in the… what?”
“……”
“…… she’s right behind me isn’t she.”
“How astute of you to notice.”
“Captain! I can explainaaaAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
SPLASH
“You have anything to add to his stupidity?”
“No Captain Francesca!”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
Walking across the decks of her ship the “Beautiful Vanity” Francesca was in a foul mood… as the poor unfortunate mon who’d just been hurled over the side could confirm. Ever since her encounter with the damned teddiursa fruit user she’d been in a foul mood. Well… fouler then normal for her. Naturally her crew had been the ones to suffer. Not even their recent string of merchant ship robberies going off without a hitch had improved her mood. Most of the crew were terrified to approach her… well more terrified than usual since she ruled most of them through fear.
Mary on the other hand was NOT most of the crew. The herdier was Francesca’s first mate and the closest thing the mareep had to a friend. The dog stood a little taller than her captain and had a slim figure bordering on petite. She was dressed in a pink halter top and skirt over black pants with a sleeveless jacket. This was trimmed In fluff like the rest of the crews clothes. Oddly enough she lacked the standard scarf that most of the crew worse. At her side was the Shepard’s crook that functioned as her weapon. Sighing a little and fiddling with her long braided hair she walked over to her captain, coughing lightly to get her attention. Francesca’s scowl softened a little as she looked to her.
“Yes Mary?”
“Are you okay Francesca?”
“… no, no I’m not… I won’t be till I crush that little brat beneath me heels.”
The mareep sighed in frustration and leaned against the railing as Mary followed suit “I thought your plan was to recruit him? You know… recruit as many fruit users as possible to try and take on the grand line?” had nearly anyone else on the crew brought this up Francesca would have thrown them overboard, but Mary was a special case. The captain was silent for a moment before responding “Fine… we’ll only crush him enough so that whatever’s left can work for us. Okay?” she gave Mary a soft glare as the dog just smiled back “Okay. I would just hate for you to lose sight of your goal in exchange for vengeance.”
“Right… thanks Mary… now what was it you ACTUALLY came up here to tell me?”
“Calypso is awake finally.”
“It’s about damn time. I’ll go talk with him… and if he tries to doze off again hit him hard in the crotch.”
“Standard procedure then captain?”
“Damn right.”
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Back at the harbor in Empty Town Petie was sitting on his crate while the shipwrights worked. The only break in the monotony being the few occasions Chouji swam past with Old Mike still on his tail. They called for a break and sat down for some drinks and snacks and Breda piped up to ask Petie how he ended up here since a devil fruit user his age on the sea unsupervised was odd… and finding one captaining a ship of his own was just weird. Petie had nothing better to do at the moment so he sighed and began telling his story from when he accidentally ate the Babu Babu no Mi to when Chouji had joined.
“Then we realized how badly the cannons had damaged the ship and ended up here. Sorry, I know it’s not much of a story…”
Breda smiled and tapped her chin. "That's quite the series of happenings you've had..." Petie just shrugged “Yeah, I guess it is…” as Babyface fidgeted, still not used to his new outfit “Still think you got cheated… of all the possible devil fruits you could have eaten you got one that did… this.” He whined as he poked his diaper in annoyance. "Aww, don't be like that, Babyface" Breda snickered. "You could be turned into an actual baby." He grimaced and stuck his tongue out at her “Don’t remind me.”
"But you get so cute when I do."
“Not cute!!”
"Quite so"
“Am NOT!!”
"Are too", she giggled and tapped his nose making Babyface blush red and hop to his feet, nearly falling over thanks to his thick diaper, as he stomped his foot “Am noooot!!” she giggled "We can do this the whole day" making him fold his arms and pout mumbling unhappily. "But you won't" Mr. Elroy walked up to them. "We still have daylight and a ship to take down." Making Babyface sigh “Yes dad.” As he waddled back to the ship, diaper making his movements awkward and adorable. Breda giggled and picked up her toolbelt as she went after him
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Calypso was one of the more… difficult members of Francesca’s crew to work with. Mostly cause the Altaria was too useful to kill as of the moment and he KNEW it. He didn’t fear Francesca in the slightest. A fact he was more than happy to make clear. In fact he’d been below deck napping during the entire incident with the teddiursa, something that infuriated Francesca to no end. He was spoiled, lazy, and self-centered… unfortunately he was also strong, the best flier of the crew, a brilliant navigator, and very good at getting information meaning till Francesca found somebody to cover all those things he had job security.
They entered the Altaria’s room and found him lazily spread out on his bed as he watched them with a half opened eye. He was undoubtedly the tallest person on the crew thanks both to his natural height and his long neck. All he was wearing was a black pair of trousers and a thick belt with a gleaming gold belt buckle. Two daggers dangled from it which left his fluff covered upper body exposed. Francesca never had been able to keep him in the ships dress code, another thing about the dragon that infuriated her. He smiled wistfully and chuckled “Why hello there captain, I believe you have another trifling job for me?”
“Two actually.”
“Oh joyous day, do enlighten me.”
“The first is the same as before. I want you to find any fruit users or rumor of fruit users you can and report them back to me.”
“Oh wonders of wonders, lord forbid you give me some variety in my tasks.”
“The second is to scour every inch of this sea for any mention of a diapered teddiursa and a crew of babies. The moment you find where they are you come back and tell me IMMEDIATELY. Do I make myself clear?”
“Aaaaaah the small chap who defeated you, I am looking forward to meeting him… but for the sake of argument what would happen if I were to refuse this boring tasks you’ve so graciously forced upon me?”
“… then I kill you.”
“Ah ah ah empty words as usual my dear.”
“….”
“…… Captain?”
“Try me.”
“… I see… my, my this boy must have truly riled you up to cause this dour mood. Very well then. I shall fly! But only because threatening my life makes you that much more beautiful.”
“Shut up and get flying already!!!”
Calypso gave a short laugh and hopped off his bed, spreading his wings dramatically as he walked past them “Your wish is my command oh fluffy captain of mine!” he said as Francesca sparked menacingly. The two followed him all the way to the deck and watched him take flight just to make sure he kept his word. Finally when he’d vanished into the distance Mary spoke “I often wonder if he’s just not going to come back some day….” She said lightly making Francesca snort “Not likely, he enjoys pissing me off too much.” Mary looked at her captain and long standing friend for a moment, carefully choosing her words, before finally speaking.
“Francesca?”
“Yes Mary?”
“Maybe your due for another talk with Dr. Truesdale… you’re rather… tense.”
“No shit you just now figure that out?”
“Francesca…”
“Fine, fine… I’ll go talk to him. Happy?”
“Thank you.
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“And t-that’s how my p-power works… it’s why Nanny c-can w-walk around like t-this.”
“Yes, my little girl here is the reason I’m alive. Speaking of which do you need a change dear?”
“N-no…”
Anne’s lessons with Shackles had been going quite well due to how eagerly Anne was taking to her lessons and the fact that she had a natural talent for it… at least until Nanny had come looking for her. Shackles had oddly enough seemed more surprised that she was a fruit user than by the walking and talking plushie… while Arturo had ran screaming from the bar. She’d finally managed to finish explaining her Omocha Omocha no Mi powers as she looked at him timidly, not sure how he’d react.
"...She's your caretaker then? And am I wrong to assume you have other toys like her?"
“Yes… t-three of them. They w-were my t-toys before I g-got m-my power and when I a-ate the fruit t-they sort of… a-awakened.”
He looked to Nanny and the red wave repeated itself. "You act other than her caretakers?" The plushie nods “We act as her advisors and if necessary guardians as well… though she doesn’t seem to like the last part.” She said as Anne cuddled her protectively for emphasis. His eyes changed fully red as the yena leaned forward. "Ever thought of making one specifically for combat purposes?" Anne blinked at that as she took a moment to digest the idea “C-combat purposes?” she asked as if to confirm what he said.
Shackles nodded. "The ones with you now" he nodded to Nanny "undoubtedly have a good amount of strength, but making one from more durable materials and with more optimal figure- no offense- would serve better in the purpose of guarding you." Nanny pouted a little at the figure comment but Anne nodded “T-that… is a-actually a g-good idea. T-thank you!” she smiled “I’ll t-try and make o-one right away… b-but…” she blushed a little “C-could we continue m-my l-lesson please?” she asked shyly. "Of course." His eyes returned to blue as he leaned back. "So, you remember the necessary things for removing an arrow?"
“L-let’s see… um… w-well y-you don’t j-just yank it o-our right?”
"Certainly not. It might be easier if it hits arms or legs, unless if shot by a Kuja...in which is case the limb in question is flying good thirty feet from you. Thing is, the arrowhead is usually poorly attached, so unless you want to keep it in, the wound needs to be widened."
“… w-widened?”
"Usually by a knife. You cut the wound wider, pull out the arrow shaft, and dig out the head. Questions so far?"
“… n-no…”
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“And I’ve NEVER been so humiliated before! Except maybe back when I was on mother’s ship… but that’s besides the point!!! That little brat disgraced me in front of the crew and then he had the GALL to ROB me! ME! That little…! He…! Arrrrrrrrrgh!!!”
“….”
Francesca was currently pacing the floor of the office of the ship’s doctor who floated gently in the air a few feet away from her. Dr. Truesdale was an incredibly short Whimsicott guy, barely standing four feet tall, and as normal for his species his fluffy cotton “Afro” was easily twice his size. The cotton around his neck was thicker than normal as well forming a natural muffle on him… which didn’t matter too much since her rarely said anything. He was wearing a pink shirt and black slacks under a white coat that betrayed his profession. He adjusted the small glasses that hid his orange eyes as Francesca continued her rant. Like Mary he was one of the few people Francesca could consider a “Friend” and beyond being the ship’s doctor also functioned as therapist of sorts. He didn’t say much but he was really good at listening.
“That’s why I’ve got to find him! Find him and show him who he’s dealing with! Then when he’s groveling for mercy I’ll make him join my crew! And if he doesn’t then I’ll kill him! Ooooh how I’ll kill him! Him and every member of that crew of his!!!”
“……”
“No I am NOT letting myself get obsessed with vengeance! Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“…”
“Anyway where was I…? Oh yeah! Kill every member of that crew of his! Except that other fruit user. Kinda going to need her… but anyway that’s not the important part. The important part is MAKING HIM PAY FOR HUMILIATING ME!!! I DIDN’T SQUIRM FREE OF MOTHER’S TYRANICAL GRIP TO LET SOME PANTS PISSING EXCUSE OF A CAPTAIN MAKE A FOOL OF ME!!!!”
“… ow…”
Francesca blinked as she realized she’d put enough force in her last statement to blow Truesdale right into the wall. Being a Whimsicott he was light enough to float on the air and breeze which is usually how he got around his office… unfortunately that also meant strong air currents, like her shouting at the top of her lungs, could blow him around. Blushing a little she walked over and helped peel him off the wall as she said something that only the select few “Friends” she had ever heard her say.
“Sorry about that…”
“… it’s okay… would you like to go on?”
“Oh HELL yes I wasn’t half done describing what I’m gonna do to that kid!”
“…”
****************
“Get back up and do it again.”
“Ooph!!”
“Again!”
“Aargh!”
“AGAIN!!”
“Whooah!!!”
“Good. Take a five minute break.”
Jules promptly collapsed on his diapered butt, panting heavily. For the past four hours June had been making him do the same exercise over and over again non-stop, swinging his rattle with all his strength WITHOUT falling over or losing any of his balance. Needless to say he spent the first two hours constantly having to get back up after falling over. He could consider this cruel… but the fact that as a fighting type his body was made to take this kind of punishment rendered that a moot point. Never the less he’d still managed to sweat off the make-up Beret had painted on him by now.
June’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest so far… though there were a few more empty rum bottles then when Jules had started. Looking him over she was working on emptying another before pausing to speak “You’ve improved… must be that whole fighting type thing.” She sounded so bored and uninterested the comment came off as almost insulting “Anyway now that you’re starting to get the hang of it we can actually start the training.” She added making Jules’s jaw drop>
“THAT WASN’T THE TRAINING?!”
“Hell no. That was making sure you could balance better than a real toddler. The actual training is going to be a lot harder.”
“… this is still revenge for me begging you for so long isn’t it?”
“Actually no, this is me genuinely trying to train an ungrateful brat. Now go get yourself a clean diaper and come back and we’ll start.”
“… not a brat.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever… and ask Beret to send more rum if you see her!”
*****************
“Well that helped relax me… a little… always good to get those things off my chest and out of my head…”
“See you’re done shouting at poor Truesdale again Captain, how many times did you have to peel him off the wall this go-round?”
“Ah, not too many Mei Lien. Besides he’s used to it by now.”
“I’m sure he is. Still on your quest for revenge against the little bear and his crew?”
“Hell yes.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
Francesca chuckled a little. In her distracted state she’d wandered into the kitchen and across the only mon on the ship with more authority then her… sort of anyway. Looking at the portly flareon lady manning the stove she smiled. After Mary, Mei Lien was her closest “Friend”… and the best cook around in her opinion. She was a little shorter then Francesca but was easily twice as wide. Keeping her long blond hair back with a bandanna she was dressed plainly in a simple sundress with a pink apron tied over it and the large cast iron wok she used for her special meals and as a weapon strapped to her back. Not even looking up from the meal she was preparing the fire type sighed softly.
“Lets hope your whole vengeance kick doesn’t get us into trouble then captain.”
“Come now, have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Please don’t ask me questions that might make you throw me overboard. Especially since this dish needs constant supervision.”
“Naaaaa, I’d never throw you over… you’re cooking is too good, and there’s that whole friend thing.”
“Glad to see you still have that sense of humor of ours captain.”
Suddenly one of the three vulpix siblings scrabbled into the kitchen… was it the boy or one of the girls? Francesca couldn’t be bothered to remember since they more or less looked alike to her. Either way this one seemed to have urgent news “Captain!” definitely the boy judging by his voice “Calypso has returned!” he said which got her attention. “Where is he? If he went back to sleep already…” there was a dangerous growl in her voice that made the poor fox quake in his boots as he scrambled to answer “N-n-no ma’am! He says he has m-m-major news for you!” he squeaked as Francesca shoved past him, heading for the deck. If Calypso considered it big enough news not to screw around with delivering it then it might just be the lead she’d been looking for!!!
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“Why… don’t… we… call… it... A… draw?
“Gyaaaaaaaaaar!!!!”
“Didn’t… think… you’d… go… for… it…”
“GYAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!”
“This… is… getting… old!!”
Chouji could see the sun starting to set in the distance. This stupid gyarados had been chasing him most of the day and he was tired of it! … well to be honest he was mostly just tired, but since he didn’t want to get eaten he kept swimming. Unfortunately the giant sea dragon was steadily gaining on him and despite his confidence in his fishmon karate skills he wasn’t stupid enough to even consider trying to take it on. Feeling the beast’s hot breath on his back he considered the options he had left… which was a grand total of one. One he really, really didn’t want to do.
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!”
Well it was that or get eaten, might as well throw dignity out the window at this point. Taking a deep breath he mumbled to himself “Here goes something…” as he started to suck in air and the gyarados bit down on him. The sea serpent made a confused sound as its jaws bounced back slightly due to Chouji’s middle inflating like a balloon. His dad had been a qwilfish and he’d passed on the whole “Inflating” genes to Chouji… but he personally hated it. It struck him as being undignified. Either way he bit down on his lip to keep any air from escaping after his tummy and cheeks had inflated up to maximum size. He barely fit in the gyarados’s mouth now… but that did nothing to deter the dragon as it continued to try and bite down on him, his rubbery skin making squeaking noises under the pressure as he winced in pain. He could have thought this out a bit better since he had NO clue what to do next…
FOOM!!
Under the pressure of the gyarados’s jaw Chouji’s rubbery and smooth skin had finally slipped free… causing him to shoot out as if shot from a cannon as the inflated fishmon found himself skipping across the water like a beach ball. He barely had time to figure out what had happen before he crashed headlong into some bushes on the island and skidding to a halt… after crashing through several more bushes. Laying there bruised and dazed he could hear the gyarados roar in frustration and dive back under the water. Muttering in pain as he pulled himself to his feet he realized two things.
“Where’s the town? … and what happened to my fish!? Don’t tell me I dropped the net! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!”
********************
“… Francesca?”
“Yes Mary?”
“I would like to go on the record saying that I think this is a bad idea.”
“Noted… think all this was done by a single fruit user?”
“Sure as heck hope not. The entire towns been wrecked… not to mention the dead bodies everywhere…”
“I know! Amazing isn’t it!”
“… Francesca? You know those times I say you’re worrying me?”
“I know Mary… now lets see if we can find this nut job and recruit them!”
“… yes captain.”
Mary obediently followed her captain into the town, eyeing the large claw marks on various wooden surfaces nervously… not to mention the various mauled corpses strewn about haphazardly. “… what do you think could have done this?” she asked, keeping close to Francesca for her own protection. “Zoan fruit user, carnivore.” The mareep said, not bothered by the carnage around her “Definitely somebody with raging psychosis issues though… you don’t take out a whole damn town for profit and this doesn’t look like any kind of revenge I’m familiar with.” She said nudging a body with her foot “Looks like they just went on a rampage and ripped apart anyone who didn’t manage to get away.”
“… and you want this psycho in our crew?”
“Yep. Imagining unleashing whoever did this on unsuspecting fools makes me just giddy!”
“…… also if we hadn’t been on the same ship as kids I would probably find you being able to tell all that from a bloody rampage disturbing.”
“Yeah… hold it.”
The two abruptly stopped as Mary looked to her in confusion. Francesca merely had her eyes focused ahead “I think we’re about to meet out mysterious fruit user.” She commented lightly. Before Mary could question how she knew a large shadow fell over them from behind and she felt her hair stand on end. Chuckling her mareep captain lightly turned around, the wool on her body trembling as she prepped her devil fruit power, and looked up at the large mon, her face betraying nothing but absolute confidence as she chuckled lightly.
“Hello there, you’re going to be my new crew member.”
To Be Continued…
I'm doing something a little different this go around <w< Everybody remember Francesca? The insane sheep that attacked Petie's crew last arc? Well lets look in on her and see what she's up to. Maybe learn a little bit about her crew =3
Please enjoy, fav & comment, and have a nice day ^_^
All characters belong to their original owners.
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me
Voyage:
Sworn Vengeance! Sailing with Francesca!!“So how’d you end up here?”
“Eh, same as most folks. I was a small time bandit, got conked on the head, woke up with the scarf around my neck and the boss lady telling me I worked for her now.”
“Yeah, same here… what’s the deal with the scarfs anyway? The only time she lets us take em off is to bathe…”
“You didn’t know? They’re made out of her cotton… wool… stuff. Anyway all she has to do is touch em and she can make it squeeze and pop your head off like a cork. It’s her way of inspiring loyalty…”
“Yikes!”
“Yeah… makes sure nobody disobeys her even though she’s a bitchy, tyrannical, temper tantrum throwing pain in the… what?”
“……”
“…… she’s right behind me isn’t she.”
“How astute of you to notice.”
“Captain! I can explainaaaAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
SPLASH
“You have anything to add to his stupidity?”
“No Captain Francesca!”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
Walking across the decks of her ship the “Beautiful Vanity” Francesca was in a foul mood… as the poor unfortunate mon who’d just been hurled over the side could confirm. Ever since her encounter with the damned teddiursa fruit user she’d been in a foul mood. Well… fouler then normal for her. Naturally her crew had been the ones to suffer. Not even their recent string of merchant ship robberies going off without a hitch had improved her mood. Most of the crew were terrified to approach her… well more terrified than usual since she ruled most of them through fear.
Mary on the other hand was NOT most of the crew. The herdier was Francesca’s first mate and the closest thing the mareep had to a friend. The dog stood a little taller than her captain and had a slim figure bordering on petite. She was dressed in a pink halter top and skirt over black pants with a sleeveless jacket. This was trimmed In fluff like the rest of the crews clothes. Oddly enough she lacked the standard scarf that most of the crew worse. At her side was the Shepard’s crook that functioned as her weapon. Sighing a little and fiddling with her long braided hair she walked over to her captain, coughing lightly to get her attention. Francesca’s scowl softened a little as she looked to her.
“Yes Mary?”
“Are you okay Francesca?”
“… no, no I’m not… I won’t be till I crush that little brat beneath me heels.”
The mareep sighed in frustration and leaned against the railing as Mary followed suit “I thought your plan was to recruit him? You know… recruit as many fruit users as possible to try and take on the grand line?” had nearly anyone else on the crew brought this up Francesca would have thrown them overboard, but Mary was a special case. The captain was silent for a moment before responding “Fine… we’ll only crush him enough so that whatever’s left can work for us. Okay?” she gave Mary a soft glare as the dog just smiled back “Okay. I would just hate for you to lose sight of your goal in exchange for vengeance.”
“Right… thanks Mary… now what was it you ACTUALLY came up here to tell me?”
“Calypso is awake finally.”
“It’s about damn time. I’ll go talk with him… and if he tries to doze off again hit him hard in the crotch.”
“Standard procedure then captain?”
“Damn right.”
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Back at the harbor in Empty Town Petie was sitting on his crate while the shipwrights worked. The only break in the monotony being the few occasions Chouji swam past with Old Mike still on his tail. They called for a break and sat down for some drinks and snacks and Breda piped up to ask Petie how he ended up here since a devil fruit user his age on the sea unsupervised was odd… and finding one captaining a ship of his own was just weird. Petie had nothing better to do at the moment so he sighed and began telling his story from when he accidentally ate the Babu Babu no Mi to when Chouji had joined.
“Then we realized how badly the cannons had damaged the ship and ended up here. Sorry, I know it’s not much of a story…”
Breda smiled and tapped her chin. "That's quite the series of happenings you've had..." Petie just shrugged “Yeah, I guess it is…” as Babyface fidgeted, still not used to his new outfit “Still think you got cheated… of all the possible devil fruits you could have eaten you got one that did… this.” He whined as he poked his diaper in annoyance. "Aww, don't be like that, Babyface" Breda snickered. "You could be turned into an actual baby." He grimaced and stuck his tongue out at her “Don’t remind me.”
"But you get so cute when I do."
“Not cute!!”
"Quite so"
“Am NOT!!”
"Are too", she giggled and tapped his nose making Babyface blush red and hop to his feet, nearly falling over thanks to his thick diaper, as he stomped his foot “Am noooot!!” she giggled "We can do this the whole day" making him fold his arms and pout mumbling unhappily. "But you won't" Mr. Elroy walked up to them. "We still have daylight and a ship to take down." Making Babyface sigh “Yes dad.” As he waddled back to the ship, diaper making his movements awkward and adorable. Breda giggled and picked up her toolbelt as she went after him
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Calypso was one of the more… difficult members of Francesca’s crew to work with. Mostly cause the Altaria was too useful to kill as of the moment and he KNEW it. He didn’t fear Francesca in the slightest. A fact he was more than happy to make clear. In fact he’d been below deck napping during the entire incident with the teddiursa, something that infuriated Francesca to no end. He was spoiled, lazy, and self-centered… unfortunately he was also strong, the best flier of the crew, a brilliant navigator, and very good at getting information meaning till Francesca found somebody to cover all those things he had job security.
They entered the Altaria’s room and found him lazily spread out on his bed as he watched them with a half opened eye. He was undoubtedly the tallest person on the crew thanks both to his natural height and his long neck. All he was wearing was a black pair of trousers and a thick belt with a gleaming gold belt buckle. Two daggers dangled from it which left his fluff covered upper body exposed. Francesca never had been able to keep him in the ships dress code, another thing about the dragon that infuriated her. He smiled wistfully and chuckled “Why hello there captain, I believe you have another trifling job for me?”
“Two actually.”
“Oh joyous day, do enlighten me.”
“The first is the same as before. I want you to find any fruit users or rumor of fruit users you can and report them back to me.”
“Oh wonders of wonders, lord forbid you give me some variety in my tasks.”
“The second is to scour every inch of this sea for any mention of a diapered teddiursa and a crew of babies. The moment you find where they are you come back and tell me IMMEDIATELY. Do I make myself clear?”
“Aaaaaah the small chap who defeated you, I am looking forward to meeting him… but for the sake of argument what would happen if I were to refuse this boring tasks you’ve so graciously forced upon me?”
“… then I kill you.”
“Ah ah ah empty words as usual my dear.”
“….”
“…… Captain?”
“Try me.”
“… I see… my, my this boy must have truly riled you up to cause this dour mood. Very well then. I shall fly! But only because threatening my life makes you that much more beautiful.”
“Shut up and get flying already!!!”
Calypso gave a short laugh and hopped off his bed, spreading his wings dramatically as he walked past them “Your wish is my command oh fluffy captain of mine!” he said as Francesca sparked menacingly. The two followed him all the way to the deck and watched him take flight just to make sure he kept his word. Finally when he’d vanished into the distance Mary spoke “I often wonder if he’s just not going to come back some day….” She said lightly making Francesca snort “Not likely, he enjoys pissing me off too much.” Mary looked at her captain and long standing friend for a moment, carefully choosing her words, before finally speaking.
“Francesca?”
“Yes Mary?”
“Maybe your due for another talk with Dr. Truesdale… you’re rather… tense.”
“No shit you just now figure that out?”
“Francesca…”
“Fine, fine… I’ll go talk to him. Happy?”
“Thank you.
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“And t-that’s how my p-power works… it’s why Nanny c-can w-walk around like t-this.”
“Yes, my little girl here is the reason I’m alive. Speaking of which do you need a change dear?”
“N-no…”
Anne’s lessons with Shackles had been going quite well due to how eagerly Anne was taking to her lessons and the fact that she had a natural talent for it… at least until Nanny had come looking for her. Shackles had oddly enough seemed more surprised that she was a fruit user than by the walking and talking plushie… while Arturo had ran screaming from the bar. She’d finally managed to finish explaining her Omocha Omocha no Mi powers as she looked at him timidly, not sure how he’d react.
"...She's your caretaker then? And am I wrong to assume you have other toys like her?"
“Yes… t-three of them. They w-were my t-toys before I g-got m-my power and when I a-ate the fruit t-they sort of… a-awakened.”
He looked to Nanny and the red wave repeated itself. "You act other than her caretakers?" The plushie nods “We act as her advisors and if necessary guardians as well… though she doesn’t seem to like the last part.” She said as Anne cuddled her protectively for emphasis. His eyes changed fully red as the yena leaned forward. "Ever thought of making one specifically for combat purposes?" Anne blinked at that as she took a moment to digest the idea “C-combat purposes?” she asked as if to confirm what he said.
Shackles nodded. "The ones with you now" he nodded to Nanny "undoubtedly have a good amount of strength, but making one from more durable materials and with more optimal figure- no offense- would serve better in the purpose of guarding you." Nanny pouted a little at the figure comment but Anne nodded “T-that… is a-actually a g-good idea. T-thank you!” she smiled “I’ll t-try and make o-one right away… b-but…” she blushed a little “C-could we continue m-my l-lesson please?” she asked shyly. "Of course." His eyes returned to blue as he leaned back. "So, you remember the necessary things for removing an arrow?"
“L-let’s see… um… w-well y-you don’t j-just yank it o-our right?”
"Certainly not. It might be easier if it hits arms or legs, unless if shot by a Kuja...in which is case the limb in question is flying good thirty feet from you. Thing is, the arrowhead is usually poorly attached, so unless you want to keep it in, the wound needs to be widened."
“… w-widened?”
"Usually by a knife. You cut the wound wider, pull out the arrow shaft, and dig out the head. Questions so far?"
“… n-no…”
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“And I’ve NEVER been so humiliated before! Except maybe back when I was on mother’s ship… but that’s besides the point!!! That little brat disgraced me in front of the crew and then he had the GALL to ROB me! ME! That little…! He…! Arrrrrrrrrgh!!!”
“….”
Francesca was currently pacing the floor of the office of the ship’s doctor who floated gently in the air a few feet away from her. Dr. Truesdale was an incredibly short Whimsicott guy, barely standing four feet tall, and as normal for his species his fluffy cotton “Afro” was easily twice his size. The cotton around his neck was thicker than normal as well forming a natural muffle on him… which didn’t matter too much since her rarely said anything. He was wearing a pink shirt and black slacks under a white coat that betrayed his profession. He adjusted the small glasses that hid his orange eyes as Francesca continued her rant. Like Mary he was one of the few people Francesca could consider a “Friend” and beyond being the ship’s doctor also functioned as therapist of sorts. He didn’t say much but he was really good at listening.
“That’s why I’ve got to find him! Find him and show him who he’s dealing with! Then when he’s groveling for mercy I’ll make him join my crew! And if he doesn’t then I’ll kill him! Ooooh how I’ll kill him! Him and every member of that crew of his!!!”
“……”
“No I am NOT letting myself get obsessed with vengeance! Where the hell did you get that idea?”
“…”
“Anyway where was I…? Oh yeah! Kill every member of that crew of his! Except that other fruit user. Kinda going to need her… but anyway that’s not the important part. The important part is MAKING HIM PAY FOR HUMILIATING ME!!! I DIDN’T SQUIRM FREE OF MOTHER’S TYRANICAL GRIP TO LET SOME PANTS PISSING EXCUSE OF A CAPTAIN MAKE A FOOL OF ME!!!!”
“… ow…”
Francesca blinked as she realized she’d put enough force in her last statement to blow Truesdale right into the wall. Being a Whimsicott he was light enough to float on the air and breeze which is usually how he got around his office… unfortunately that also meant strong air currents, like her shouting at the top of her lungs, could blow him around. Blushing a little she walked over and helped peel him off the wall as she said something that only the select few “Friends” she had ever heard her say.
“Sorry about that…”
“… it’s okay… would you like to go on?”
“Oh HELL yes I wasn’t half done describing what I’m gonna do to that kid!”
“…”
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“Get back up and do it again.”
“Ooph!!”
“Again!”
“Aargh!”
“AGAIN!!”
“Whooah!!!”
“Good. Take a five minute break.”
Jules promptly collapsed on his diapered butt, panting heavily. For the past four hours June had been making him do the same exercise over and over again non-stop, swinging his rattle with all his strength WITHOUT falling over or losing any of his balance. Needless to say he spent the first two hours constantly having to get back up after falling over. He could consider this cruel… but the fact that as a fighting type his body was made to take this kind of punishment rendered that a moot point. Never the less he’d still managed to sweat off the make-up Beret had painted on him by now.
June’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest so far… though there were a few more empty rum bottles then when Jules had started. Looking him over she was working on emptying another before pausing to speak “You’ve improved… must be that whole fighting type thing.” She sounded so bored and uninterested the comment came off as almost insulting “Anyway now that you’re starting to get the hang of it we can actually start the training.” She added making Jules’s jaw drop>
“THAT WASN’T THE TRAINING?!”
“Hell no. That was making sure you could balance better than a real toddler. The actual training is going to be a lot harder.”
“… this is still revenge for me begging you for so long isn’t it?”
“Actually no, this is me genuinely trying to train an ungrateful brat. Now go get yourself a clean diaper and come back and we’ll start.”
“… not a brat.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever… and ask Beret to send more rum if you see her!”
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“Well that helped relax me… a little… always good to get those things off my chest and out of my head…”
“See you’re done shouting at poor Truesdale again Captain, how many times did you have to peel him off the wall this go-round?”
“Ah, not too many Mei Lien. Besides he’s used to it by now.”
“I’m sure he is. Still on your quest for revenge against the little bear and his crew?”
“Hell yes.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
Francesca chuckled a little. In her distracted state she’d wandered into the kitchen and across the only mon on the ship with more authority then her… sort of anyway. Looking at the portly flareon lady manning the stove she smiled. After Mary, Mei Lien was her closest “Friend”… and the best cook around in her opinion. She was a little shorter then Francesca but was easily twice as wide. Keeping her long blond hair back with a bandanna she was dressed plainly in a simple sundress with a pink apron tied over it and the large cast iron wok she used for her special meals and as a weapon strapped to her back. Not even looking up from the meal she was preparing the fire type sighed softly.
“Lets hope your whole vengeance kick doesn’t get us into trouble then captain.”
“Come now, have I ever steered you wrong?”
“Please don’t ask me questions that might make you throw me overboard. Especially since this dish needs constant supervision.”
“Naaaaa, I’d never throw you over… you’re cooking is too good, and there’s that whole friend thing.”
“Glad to see you still have that sense of humor of ours captain.”
Suddenly one of the three vulpix siblings scrabbled into the kitchen… was it the boy or one of the girls? Francesca couldn’t be bothered to remember since they more or less looked alike to her. Either way this one seemed to have urgent news “Captain!” definitely the boy judging by his voice “Calypso has returned!” he said which got her attention. “Where is he? If he went back to sleep already…” there was a dangerous growl in her voice that made the poor fox quake in his boots as he scrambled to answer “N-n-no ma’am! He says he has m-m-major news for you!” he squeaked as Francesca shoved past him, heading for the deck. If Calypso considered it big enough news not to screw around with delivering it then it might just be the lead she’d been looking for!!!
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“Why… don’t… we… call… it... A… draw?
“Gyaaaaaaaaaar!!!!”
“Didn’t… think… you’d… go… for… it…”
“GYAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!!”
“This… is… getting… old!!”
Chouji could see the sun starting to set in the distance. This stupid gyarados had been chasing him most of the day and he was tired of it! … well to be honest he was mostly just tired, but since he didn’t want to get eaten he kept swimming. Unfortunately the giant sea dragon was steadily gaining on him and despite his confidence in his fishmon karate skills he wasn’t stupid enough to even consider trying to take it on. Feeling the beast’s hot breath on his back he considered the options he had left… which was a grand total of one. One he really, really didn’t want to do.
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!”
Well it was that or get eaten, might as well throw dignity out the window at this point. Taking a deep breath he mumbled to himself “Here goes something…” as he started to suck in air and the gyarados bit down on him. The sea serpent made a confused sound as its jaws bounced back slightly due to Chouji’s middle inflating like a balloon. His dad had been a qwilfish and he’d passed on the whole “Inflating” genes to Chouji… but he personally hated it. It struck him as being undignified. Either way he bit down on his lip to keep any air from escaping after his tummy and cheeks had inflated up to maximum size. He barely fit in the gyarados’s mouth now… but that did nothing to deter the dragon as it continued to try and bite down on him, his rubbery skin making squeaking noises under the pressure as he winced in pain. He could have thought this out a bit better since he had NO clue what to do next…
FOOM!!
Under the pressure of the gyarados’s jaw Chouji’s rubbery and smooth skin had finally slipped free… causing him to shoot out as if shot from a cannon as the inflated fishmon found himself skipping across the water like a beach ball. He barely had time to figure out what had happen before he crashed headlong into some bushes on the island and skidding to a halt… after crashing through several more bushes. Laying there bruised and dazed he could hear the gyarados roar in frustration and dive back under the water. Muttering in pain as he pulled himself to his feet he realized two things.
“Where’s the town? … and what happened to my fish!? Don’t tell me I dropped the net! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!”
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“… Francesca?”
“Yes Mary?”
“I would like to go on the record saying that I think this is a bad idea.”
“Noted… think all this was done by a single fruit user?”
“Sure as heck hope not. The entire towns been wrecked… not to mention the dead bodies everywhere…”
“I know! Amazing isn’t it!”
“… Francesca? You know those times I say you’re worrying me?”
“I know Mary… now lets see if we can find this nut job and recruit them!”
“… yes captain.”
Mary obediently followed her captain into the town, eyeing the large claw marks on various wooden surfaces nervously… not to mention the various mauled corpses strewn about haphazardly. “… what do you think could have done this?” she asked, keeping close to Francesca for her own protection. “Zoan fruit user, carnivore.” The mareep said, not bothered by the carnage around her “Definitely somebody with raging psychosis issues though… you don’t take out a whole damn town for profit and this doesn’t look like any kind of revenge I’m familiar with.” She said nudging a body with her foot “Looks like they just went on a rampage and ripped apart anyone who didn’t manage to get away.”
“… and you want this psycho in our crew?”
“Yep. Imagining unleashing whoever did this on unsuspecting fools makes me just giddy!”
“…… also if we hadn’t been on the same ship as kids I would probably find you being able to tell all that from a bloody rampage disturbing.”
“Yeah… hold it.”
The two abruptly stopped as Mary looked to her in confusion. Francesca merely had her eyes focused ahead “I think we’re about to meet out mysterious fruit user.” She commented lightly. Before Mary could question how she knew a large shadow fell over them from behind and she felt her hair stand on end. Chuckling her mareep captain lightly turned around, the wool on her body trembling as she prepped her devil fruit power, and looked up at the large mon, her face betraying nothing but absolute confidence as she chuckled lightly.
“Hello there, you’re going to be my new crew member.”
To Be Continued…
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Well I like to comment about the sho that can take your limb off by an arrow No fish for Chouji. Now it's both “Babyface" and Jules who can't seem to get a break. Francesca has some "Mommy issues" and maybe some psychotic behavior but at least she has Dr. Truesdale. Mysterious shadow ftw? *Send Jules some juice to cool down some* =^w^= mew?
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