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Hey everybody! =D Here's the next part of Voyage for you!
Forced to make port at a small town Petie & Jules find themselves in a bar... and chaos insues. Also we get a preview of things to come in the future of Voyage.
Also we get some wanted posters for some familiar faces too! =D
Hope everybody enjoyes this, please fav & comment, and have a great day! ^_^
Characters owned by me (except for one)
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me
“… why are we going to port again?”
“Cause there’s a storm coming, a big one.”
“So? Other ships aren’t heading to port.”
“Other ships aren’t little bathtoys that’ll capsize in big waves.”
“Come on, I’m sure she’ll be fine!”
“And I’m sure this stupid fruit power will make me sink like a bag of hammers, we’re going to port and that’s final!”
“… won’t they see us dressed like this?”
“……. Maybe port wasn’t such a good idea…”
“Too late, we’re here.”
From the helm of the Sea Cradle Petie and Jules looked at the tiny port town as they sailed towards the dock on choppy waves. The black skies overhead and the winds made them shiver as they looked for a place to drop anchor. Luckily most of the docks, as well as what they could see of the town, seemed abandoned. Finding a spot along the docks close to the main town the two dropped anchor and set about tying their ship to the docks… then retreated inside to sort through their clothes.
“Shirt, shirt, booties, bib, onesie, ah ha! … wait… never mind just another onsie…”
“Petie, I’m starting to get the feeling your devil fruit power has something against pants…”
“I figured that out a few days after I got the stupid thing…”
Finally the two gave up trying to find something to hide their diapered states and just climbed off the ship… and promptly fell on their bottoms. After so long on a rocking boat the two were a bit unsteady on land, but a few minutes of swaying and waddling back and forth supporting each other until they had their land legs back. The booties muffled their footsteps as they walked along the docks into town. Most if not all of the shops had closed up because of the storm and there was nobody on the streets… which suited their current state of dress just fine.
What didn’t suit them fine was when the rain started to fall. Too far away from the docks to get back to the ship without being soaked to the bone the two scurried towards the only lighted building. Standing in the doorway for a moment they finally took a look at the worn wooden sign hanging nearby, it showed a faded painting of an alcohol bottle with the word “Swalot’s” above it… obviously a bar or tavern of some kind but at this point neither of them were willing to brave the rain to try and find some other place and simply went in.
A gramophone on the bar played a light jazz piece. The two blinked and looked around. It was a typical tavern with a couple tables, a large bar on one side of the room, and the smell of smoke and alcohol. The entire place had a slightly aged feel to it. There was only two other mon there, a drunk passed out on the bar and the bartender… who happened to be a shiny swalot and huge enough they wondered how he actually fit in this place “What are you kids doing here?” he asked taking the cigar out of his mouth “No way you two are old enough to be drinking anything other than milk…” he commented sizing them up.
“T-the rain…” Petie stammered nervously feeling very exposed as Jules whimpered, his ears and tail drooping. The swalot looked them over for a moment while puffing on his cigar before chuckling “Boy did you lads pick the wrong night to escape your mothers… come on, have a seat. I don’t have the heart to send you back out in that squall.” He said looking at the pouring rain through the window before motioning over to a table in the corner. Both boys breathed a sigh of relief as they waddled over and climbed up into the chairs. One thing about the diapers was they did make efficient cushions. The boys blinked as they found two cups set in front of them as the bartender filled the glasses with milk.
“But we don’t have any money for this…” Petie said, realizing he’d left his money pouch back on the ship. The swalot just laughed “Consider it on the house boys.” he said smiling as he turned and went back to put the milk bottle in the small fridge, luckily his back was turned when Petie reached for his glass since it almost immediately turned into an equally sized baby bottle “Other than old Joe here it looks like you’re my only company tonight.” The poison type said motioning to the drunk passed out on the bar “So feel free to make yourselves at home.” He finished with a chuckle as he resumed polishing the worn countertop.
They boys smiled to him as they drank the milk, by now Petie’s powers had turned Jules’s into a bottle as well, and looked around… finally noticing the wall covered with bounty posters to their left. Both boys stared wide eyed, having come from a small town they’d heard tales of some of these pirates but had never actually seen any of their bounty posters before. There was Maddie “Of the Church” Tunderana, Les “Bloodbath” Furtien, Iris "Bloodmancer" Vari, Thomas “Disgraced Prince” Evoluzion and Luella “Barbarian” Rukiko just to name a few of the many pirates pictured there. They both felt a little tinier and more timid knowing they were sharing the seas with, and could likely run into, any of these exceedingly dangerous mon.
“I see you boys have an interest in the wall.” The swalot said from where he was leaning on the counter “This is the quiet season but this bar is a bit of a go to spot for a lot of bounty hunters in the area so I like to keep it updated… keep them coming back after all.” He chuckled softly “But you two shouldn’t worry about any of those folks, kids your age won’t be going out to sea anytime soon.” Petie and Jules just looked at each other, not wanting to speak up and tell him the truth. So instead they opted to just sit there and suck on their bottles.
“Where’s the unbeautiful dead mon who runs this dilapidated established!?”
They all looked up as tall mon strode into the bar followed by a crowd of others. The mon in question was a vaporeon… guy? He looked kinda like a guy… but he was way prettier than any guy should be, almost disturbingly so. He had long silver hair that seemed to sparkled in the light and they could almost swear he had makeup. He was wearing a deep blue coat that gleamed and looked like it cost way more than most folks would want to pay over a pair of white pantaloons and boots with a red sash tied around his middle. He was going shirtless, which didn’t do much since he wasn’t really that muscular, and was carrying an ornate saber in his hand. Lastly he had a thin scarf draped over his shoulders as if to try and look cool.
Behind him were at least eight other water types all dressed in clothes more suited for action rather than looking pretty… all of them clutching swords and other unpleasant looking weapons. Petie hadn’t seen enough to make a fair call but they struck him as “Bandits” and he was pretty sure they weren’t just here for a drink. The bartender seemed oddly unimpressed by them as he just raised an eyebrow when the vaporeon strode over to the bar and looked him in the eyes.
“My good and exponentially large sir, are you the one who no less than a week ago had the unprecedented GALL to throw some of my men out of your degenerate little bar?” he asked, gesturing excessively with his free hand. “Yep.” The bartender said bluntly “They came in here picking fights and refusing to pay for their drinks. What of it?” The vaporeon gave an overdramatic sigh and shook his head sadly “My abhorrent friend, your unbeautiful answer tells me plainly that you haven’t the faintest clue to whom you are addressing. You are talking to the one and only, elegant and unmistakable for I am the “Beautiful” Leon!!!” he finished with a flourish as he tossed his hair and let it sparkle. The swalot was unimpressed.
“So?”
Another overdramatic sigh from Leon as he lifted his sword “A poor choice, my moronic friend, a very poor choice for your last words…” the rest of the bandits grinned and readied their weapons as the bartender, still looking unimpressed, reached under the counter but before the fight could start Jules leapt from his seat and shouted “Hold it!!” drawing all their attention to him. Petie pouted as he climbed out of his seat to stand by Jules, he never could figure out how the riolu always beat him to doing the dramatic stuff like that. The swalot raised an eyebrow as the bandits snickered.
“Ah the nativity and foolishness of cherubs…” Leon said, once again doing his overdramatic gesturing “Little ones I fear you do not know what trouble you have intruded on but because it is unbeautiful for one such as myself to kill babes that look to still be suckling from the teat I will be merciful and allow you a pardon. Run along now and…” Petie cut him off mid flowery speech by bluntly saying “You do know talking like somebody shoved a book or prose poetry up your butt doesn’t make you seem any smarter, right?” making Leon pause mid-sentence and look like he was just smacked with a fish. He coughed lightly to recover his dignity and pointed.
“I’ve changed my mind, kill them and be quick about it.”
The bandits let out a battle cry and charged as Petie & Jules had to restrain themselves from snickering. Against Petie’s powers that tactic was rather… stupid. Petie waited until Jules stepped behind him then threw his arms out as a billow of baby powder smoke came from him in a wave and covered the water types as Leon and the bartender just stared. The sound of crying was heard as the smoke cleared revealing the bandits now babies and toddlers. Leon’s face paled as he looked at his crew all in various stages of crying, shaking the toys that were their weapons, or crawling for the door and he let out a shrill cry of “Y-you’re a fruit user!!” while the bartender just chuckled and dryly commented “I thought so.”
Petie couldn’t keep himself from smiling proudly at the fear in Leon’s voice as the vaporeon turned and scrambled across the bars floor, dropping his sword in the process, as he tried to get away as fast as possible. There was a suddenly whooshing through the air as Jules hurled his rattle at the fleeing vaporeon managing to clock him in the back of the head and sending him sprawling and the rattle flying back up into the air. Jules hopped forwards a few steps to catch his rattle as it bounced off the wall and into his paws. Petie stared in awe as he waddled over and placed his paw on Leon’s head “Did you plan that?” he asked as Jules just giggled and shook his head “Nope!” Petie just shrugged as he covered the vaporeon in the powder. He guessed dumb luck was better than no luck. They both stared as it cleared revealing…
“D’aaaaaaaw! He was a chubby little baby wasn’t he?”
“Yeah! Look at his pudgy little cheeks and tummy!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
The bartender shook his head and chuckled as he watched the two tickling the bawling baby eevee as he put down the war-hammer he’d been pulling out and instead picked up his transponder snail for the nearest marine base.
*************
“You’re joking with me, right son? That crying kid ain’t really “Vanity” Leon is he?”
“Actually he is sir…”
“… that’s one messed up devil fruit you have son.”
“Believe me, I know…”
The older floatzel scratched his beard before adjusting his marine’s cap “Well son even with Greg vouching for you…” he said motioning to the bartender “I’m gonna need some more proof before I can believe ya.” Petie chuckled and stuck his arms out at Leon making the eevee squeak and start to panic as there was a sudden POOF and Leon was back to his vaporeon self… except he was still dressed in his baby clothes consisting of a thick diaper, booties, a short shirt and a baby blanket. He promptly let out a shrill scream and covered himself with the blanket as the marine’s in the room stared blankly before doubling over laughing. Petie snickered a little.
“That enough proof?”
“That’ll do son, that’ll do…” the floatzel said coughing lightly as he tried not to laugh. He motioned and his men led the blushing and whining vaporeon out of the bar, still snickering under their breath. The next several minutes passed quickly with Petie detransforming the bandits one at a time and the marine’s leading the humiliated criminals off. Finally the last one was gone and Petie turned to return to his drink… before the floatzel tapped him on the shoulder “Aren’t you forgetting a little something kiddo?” he said kindly. Petie and Jules just stared at him in confusion. He laughed “Boy you really must be new at this… the bounty on him, don’t you two want that?” Petie and Jules’s eyes lit up at that.
“A Bounty?
“On him?
“How much!?” they said in unison making the captain burst out laughing “Oh it’s not much, just 900,000 Beli is all, he was a rather low one… but considering it was your first job not bad.” The elder mon slowly counted out the bills into Petie’s waiting paws. As Petie and Jules stared eagerly at the small pile of bills in their hands the commander tipped his hat to them and Greg and he and his men took their leave. Once again the bar was silent… till the drunk sat up and blink his glazed over eyes.
“Whu……?”
“Go back to sleep Joe.”
“… kay…”
At the bartender’s prodding he’d nodded off again in a moment as Petie & Jules looked at the large mon. “Sir…” Petie started but was promptly cut off by the swalot “Greg please… or Pops. Some of the younger customers here call me that from time to time.” The two blinked and Petie tried again “Greg…” no, calling somebody that much bigger than him by the first name just didn’t feel right to him “Pops… you… you said you thought I was a devil fruit user before?” he asked finally. Pops chuckled “Was pretty certain of it. Boys I got this bar from my father, who got it from his father… and I spent time as a small child helping both of them run it. We’ve seen nearly every kind of bandit, pirate, and bounty hunter go through those doors and after a while you’re able to tell certain things about them right off the bat.” He paused for emphasis and chuckled again “That and I did notice your glasses turning into baby bottle.”
The two blushed and fidgeted at the “Right…” as Greg leaned on the counter “You two ever consider going into the bounty hunting business? With your powers it’d probably be surprisingly easy… so long as you don’t go thinking your invincible and get in over your heads.” He said as Petie and Jules looked at the money, considering the option. That had been a really easy and quick way to get some cash. “That and I can pretty well guarantee you nobody will be able to tell a pair of diapered kids are bounty hunters.” Greg added smirking teasingly as the boys blushed and looked away.
“…. right…”
“… yeah…”
**************
“Captain! Captain Francesca!”
“Hmmmm? Yes Mary?”
“Do you want us to set course for that island Gold John mentioned?”
“Mmmm, yes the island with the fruit user on it. It took less than I thought to crush the location of out of that fool… that would probably be prudent but no, I have a luckier course in mind for the moment.”
“Um… m-may I ask why captain?”
“Hmmmm… yes I do suppose you can. You see that island is far enough out of the way it will take us at least two weeks to arrive there if our luck is kind… there’s something much, much closer that I wish to inspect first.”
“……”
“You want to ask what it is? Fohohohoho! Calm yourself Mary, I don’t choke EVERYONE who questions me… only those who ask foolish questions. You see I’ve heard an interesting rumor that I suspect has a fruit user behind it. Something about a haunted mansion…”
**************
There was a beautiful house on a hill… well there used to be one. The mansion had been reduced to a burnt shell of its former glory with blackened timbers, collapsed walls and ceilings, and the smell of soot and ash filling the air. The village below believed it to be haunted though even when it was still standing they didn’t go near it because of the family who lived there. They were quick to blame any strange sounds coming from the mansion or strange goings on since it’d burned down on the family since they weren’t around to defend themselves any longer.
Deep in the mansion in one of the least burned rooms a small girl sat curled in the fetal position. The cubchoo sniffled softly, staring blankly at her feet. There was a soft rustling nearby as three small figures emerged from the shadows dragging behind them something wrapped in cloth that was bigger than they were. Setting it in front of the cubchoo they tugged the loose knot apart with their fingerless limbs as the cloth felt away to reveal bread stolen from the village. The girl didn’t even look up to acknowledge their presence.
One of them gently stroked the girls arm to get her attention while another held up the bread to her coaxingly. The last one seemed to roll its eyes as it took on of the pieces of bread and promptly shoved it into the thin girl’s mouth. The other two looked disapprovingly at the last one… but the cubchoo reluctantly began to eat so they opted to pat her limps soothingly and reassuringly as she did so. They all knew that life couldn’t go on like this much longer…
But what could they do?
To Be Continued…
Forced to make port at a small town Petie & Jules find themselves in a bar... and chaos insues. Also we get a preview of things to come in the future of Voyage.
Also we get some wanted posters for some familiar faces too! =D
Hope everybody enjoyes this, please fav & comment, and have a great day! ^_^
Characters owned by me (except for one)
Pokemon & One Piece NOT owned by me
Voyage:
Fateful Bar and Mysterious People “… why are we going to port again?”
“Cause there’s a storm coming, a big one.”
“So? Other ships aren’t heading to port.”
“Other ships aren’t little bathtoys that’ll capsize in big waves.”
“Come on, I’m sure she’ll be fine!”
“And I’m sure this stupid fruit power will make me sink like a bag of hammers, we’re going to port and that’s final!”
“… won’t they see us dressed like this?”
“……. Maybe port wasn’t such a good idea…”
“Too late, we’re here.”
From the helm of the Sea Cradle Petie and Jules looked at the tiny port town as they sailed towards the dock on choppy waves. The black skies overhead and the winds made them shiver as they looked for a place to drop anchor. Luckily most of the docks, as well as what they could see of the town, seemed abandoned. Finding a spot along the docks close to the main town the two dropped anchor and set about tying their ship to the docks… then retreated inside to sort through their clothes.
“Shirt, shirt, booties, bib, onesie, ah ha! … wait… never mind just another onsie…”
“Petie, I’m starting to get the feeling your devil fruit power has something against pants…”
“I figured that out a few days after I got the stupid thing…”
Finally the two gave up trying to find something to hide their diapered states and just climbed off the ship… and promptly fell on their bottoms. After so long on a rocking boat the two were a bit unsteady on land, but a few minutes of swaying and waddling back and forth supporting each other until they had their land legs back. The booties muffled their footsteps as they walked along the docks into town. Most if not all of the shops had closed up because of the storm and there was nobody on the streets… which suited their current state of dress just fine.
What didn’t suit them fine was when the rain started to fall. Too far away from the docks to get back to the ship without being soaked to the bone the two scurried towards the only lighted building. Standing in the doorway for a moment they finally took a look at the worn wooden sign hanging nearby, it showed a faded painting of an alcohol bottle with the word “Swalot’s” above it… obviously a bar or tavern of some kind but at this point neither of them were willing to brave the rain to try and find some other place and simply went in.
A gramophone on the bar played a light jazz piece. The two blinked and looked around. It was a typical tavern with a couple tables, a large bar on one side of the room, and the smell of smoke and alcohol. The entire place had a slightly aged feel to it. There was only two other mon there, a drunk passed out on the bar and the bartender… who happened to be a shiny swalot and huge enough they wondered how he actually fit in this place “What are you kids doing here?” he asked taking the cigar out of his mouth “No way you two are old enough to be drinking anything other than milk…” he commented sizing them up.
“T-the rain…” Petie stammered nervously feeling very exposed as Jules whimpered, his ears and tail drooping. The swalot looked them over for a moment while puffing on his cigar before chuckling “Boy did you lads pick the wrong night to escape your mothers… come on, have a seat. I don’t have the heart to send you back out in that squall.” He said looking at the pouring rain through the window before motioning over to a table in the corner. Both boys breathed a sigh of relief as they waddled over and climbed up into the chairs. One thing about the diapers was they did make efficient cushions. The boys blinked as they found two cups set in front of them as the bartender filled the glasses with milk.
“But we don’t have any money for this…” Petie said, realizing he’d left his money pouch back on the ship. The swalot just laughed “Consider it on the house boys.” he said smiling as he turned and went back to put the milk bottle in the small fridge, luckily his back was turned when Petie reached for his glass since it almost immediately turned into an equally sized baby bottle “Other than old Joe here it looks like you’re my only company tonight.” The poison type said motioning to the drunk passed out on the bar “So feel free to make yourselves at home.” He finished with a chuckle as he resumed polishing the worn countertop.
They boys smiled to him as they drank the milk, by now Petie’s powers had turned Jules’s into a bottle as well, and looked around… finally noticing the wall covered with bounty posters to their left. Both boys stared wide eyed, having come from a small town they’d heard tales of some of these pirates but had never actually seen any of their bounty posters before. There was Maddie “Of the Church” Tunderana, Les “Bloodbath” Furtien, Iris "Bloodmancer" Vari, Thomas “Disgraced Prince” Evoluzion and Luella “Barbarian” Rukiko just to name a few of the many pirates pictured there. They both felt a little tinier and more timid knowing they were sharing the seas with, and could likely run into, any of these exceedingly dangerous mon.
“I see you boys have an interest in the wall.” The swalot said from where he was leaning on the counter “This is the quiet season but this bar is a bit of a go to spot for a lot of bounty hunters in the area so I like to keep it updated… keep them coming back after all.” He chuckled softly “But you two shouldn’t worry about any of those folks, kids your age won’t be going out to sea anytime soon.” Petie and Jules just looked at each other, not wanting to speak up and tell him the truth. So instead they opted to just sit there and suck on their bottles.
“Where’s the unbeautiful dead mon who runs this dilapidated established!?”
They all looked up as tall mon strode into the bar followed by a crowd of others. The mon in question was a vaporeon… guy? He looked kinda like a guy… but he was way prettier than any guy should be, almost disturbingly so. He had long silver hair that seemed to sparkled in the light and they could almost swear he had makeup. He was wearing a deep blue coat that gleamed and looked like it cost way more than most folks would want to pay over a pair of white pantaloons and boots with a red sash tied around his middle. He was going shirtless, which didn’t do much since he wasn’t really that muscular, and was carrying an ornate saber in his hand. Lastly he had a thin scarf draped over his shoulders as if to try and look cool.
Behind him were at least eight other water types all dressed in clothes more suited for action rather than looking pretty… all of them clutching swords and other unpleasant looking weapons. Petie hadn’t seen enough to make a fair call but they struck him as “Bandits” and he was pretty sure they weren’t just here for a drink. The bartender seemed oddly unimpressed by them as he just raised an eyebrow when the vaporeon strode over to the bar and looked him in the eyes.
“My good and exponentially large sir, are you the one who no less than a week ago had the unprecedented GALL to throw some of my men out of your degenerate little bar?” he asked, gesturing excessively with his free hand. “Yep.” The bartender said bluntly “They came in here picking fights and refusing to pay for their drinks. What of it?” The vaporeon gave an overdramatic sigh and shook his head sadly “My abhorrent friend, your unbeautiful answer tells me plainly that you haven’t the faintest clue to whom you are addressing. You are talking to the one and only, elegant and unmistakable for I am the “Beautiful” Leon!!!” he finished with a flourish as he tossed his hair and let it sparkle. The swalot was unimpressed.
“So?”
Another overdramatic sigh from Leon as he lifted his sword “A poor choice, my moronic friend, a very poor choice for your last words…” the rest of the bandits grinned and readied their weapons as the bartender, still looking unimpressed, reached under the counter but before the fight could start Jules leapt from his seat and shouted “Hold it!!” drawing all their attention to him. Petie pouted as he climbed out of his seat to stand by Jules, he never could figure out how the riolu always beat him to doing the dramatic stuff like that. The swalot raised an eyebrow as the bandits snickered.
“Ah the nativity and foolishness of cherubs…” Leon said, once again doing his overdramatic gesturing “Little ones I fear you do not know what trouble you have intruded on but because it is unbeautiful for one such as myself to kill babes that look to still be suckling from the teat I will be merciful and allow you a pardon. Run along now and…” Petie cut him off mid flowery speech by bluntly saying “You do know talking like somebody shoved a book or prose poetry up your butt doesn’t make you seem any smarter, right?” making Leon pause mid-sentence and look like he was just smacked with a fish. He coughed lightly to recover his dignity and pointed.
“I’ve changed my mind, kill them and be quick about it.”
The bandits let out a battle cry and charged as Petie & Jules had to restrain themselves from snickering. Against Petie’s powers that tactic was rather… stupid. Petie waited until Jules stepped behind him then threw his arms out as a billow of baby powder smoke came from him in a wave and covered the water types as Leon and the bartender just stared. The sound of crying was heard as the smoke cleared revealing the bandits now babies and toddlers. Leon’s face paled as he looked at his crew all in various stages of crying, shaking the toys that were their weapons, or crawling for the door and he let out a shrill cry of “Y-you’re a fruit user!!” while the bartender just chuckled and dryly commented “I thought so.”
Petie couldn’t keep himself from smiling proudly at the fear in Leon’s voice as the vaporeon turned and scrambled across the bars floor, dropping his sword in the process, as he tried to get away as fast as possible. There was a suddenly whooshing through the air as Jules hurled his rattle at the fleeing vaporeon managing to clock him in the back of the head and sending him sprawling and the rattle flying back up into the air. Jules hopped forwards a few steps to catch his rattle as it bounced off the wall and into his paws. Petie stared in awe as he waddled over and placed his paw on Leon’s head “Did you plan that?” he asked as Jules just giggled and shook his head “Nope!” Petie just shrugged as he covered the vaporeon in the powder. He guessed dumb luck was better than no luck. They both stared as it cleared revealing…
“D’aaaaaaaw! He was a chubby little baby wasn’t he?”
“Yeah! Look at his pudgy little cheeks and tummy!”
“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
The bartender shook his head and chuckled as he watched the two tickling the bawling baby eevee as he put down the war-hammer he’d been pulling out and instead picked up his transponder snail for the nearest marine base.
*************
“You’re joking with me, right son? That crying kid ain’t really “Vanity” Leon is he?”
“Actually he is sir…”
“… that’s one messed up devil fruit you have son.”
“Believe me, I know…”
The older floatzel scratched his beard before adjusting his marine’s cap “Well son even with Greg vouching for you…” he said motioning to the bartender “I’m gonna need some more proof before I can believe ya.” Petie chuckled and stuck his arms out at Leon making the eevee squeak and start to panic as there was a sudden POOF and Leon was back to his vaporeon self… except he was still dressed in his baby clothes consisting of a thick diaper, booties, a short shirt and a baby blanket. He promptly let out a shrill scream and covered himself with the blanket as the marine’s in the room stared blankly before doubling over laughing. Petie snickered a little.
“That enough proof?”
“That’ll do son, that’ll do…” the floatzel said coughing lightly as he tried not to laugh. He motioned and his men led the blushing and whining vaporeon out of the bar, still snickering under their breath. The next several minutes passed quickly with Petie detransforming the bandits one at a time and the marine’s leading the humiliated criminals off. Finally the last one was gone and Petie turned to return to his drink… before the floatzel tapped him on the shoulder “Aren’t you forgetting a little something kiddo?” he said kindly. Petie and Jules just stared at him in confusion. He laughed “Boy you really must be new at this… the bounty on him, don’t you two want that?” Petie and Jules’s eyes lit up at that.
“A Bounty?
“On him?
“How much!?” they said in unison making the captain burst out laughing “Oh it’s not much, just 900,000 Beli is all, he was a rather low one… but considering it was your first job not bad.” The elder mon slowly counted out the bills into Petie’s waiting paws. As Petie and Jules stared eagerly at the small pile of bills in their hands the commander tipped his hat to them and Greg and he and his men took their leave. Once again the bar was silent… till the drunk sat up and blink his glazed over eyes.
“Whu……?”
“Go back to sleep Joe.”
“… kay…”
At the bartender’s prodding he’d nodded off again in a moment as Petie & Jules looked at the large mon. “Sir…” Petie started but was promptly cut off by the swalot “Greg please… or Pops. Some of the younger customers here call me that from time to time.” The two blinked and Petie tried again “Greg…” no, calling somebody that much bigger than him by the first name just didn’t feel right to him “Pops… you… you said you thought I was a devil fruit user before?” he asked finally. Pops chuckled “Was pretty certain of it. Boys I got this bar from my father, who got it from his father… and I spent time as a small child helping both of them run it. We’ve seen nearly every kind of bandit, pirate, and bounty hunter go through those doors and after a while you’re able to tell certain things about them right off the bat.” He paused for emphasis and chuckled again “That and I did notice your glasses turning into baby bottle.”
The two blushed and fidgeted at the “Right…” as Greg leaned on the counter “You two ever consider going into the bounty hunting business? With your powers it’d probably be surprisingly easy… so long as you don’t go thinking your invincible and get in over your heads.” He said as Petie and Jules looked at the money, considering the option. That had been a really easy and quick way to get some cash. “That and I can pretty well guarantee you nobody will be able to tell a pair of diapered kids are bounty hunters.” Greg added smirking teasingly as the boys blushed and looked away.
“…. right…”
“… yeah…”
**************
“Captain! Captain Francesca!”
“Hmmmm? Yes Mary?”
“Do you want us to set course for that island Gold John mentioned?”
“Mmmm, yes the island with the fruit user on it. It took less than I thought to crush the location of out of that fool… that would probably be prudent but no, I have a luckier course in mind for the moment.”
“Um… m-may I ask why captain?”
“Hmmmm… yes I do suppose you can. You see that island is far enough out of the way it will take us at least two weeks to arrive there if our luck is kind… there’s something much, much closer that I wish to inspect first.”
“……”
“You want to ask what it is? Fohohohoho! Calm yourself Mary, I don’t choke EVERYONE who questions me… only those who ask foolish questions. You see I’ve heard an interesting rumor that I suspect has a fruit user behind it. Something about a haunted mansion…”
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There was a beautiful house on a hill… well there used to be one. The mansion had been reduced to a burnt shell of its former glory with blackened timbers, collapsed walls and ceilings, and the smell of soot and ash filling the air. The village below believed it to be haunted though even when it was still standing they didn’t go near it because of the family who lived there. They were quick to blame any strange sounds coming from the mansion or strange goings on since it’d burned down on the family since they weren’t around to defend themselves any longer.
Deep in the mansion in one of the least burned rooms a small girl sat curled in the fetal position. The cubchoo sniffled softly, staring blankly at her feet. There was a soft rustling nearby as three small figures emerged from the shadows dragging behind them something wrapped in cloth that was bigger than they were. Setting it in front of the cubchoo they tugged the loose knot apart with their fingerless limbs as the cloth felt away to reveal bread stolen from the village. The girl didn’t even look up to acknowledge their presence.
One of them gently stroked the girls arm to get her attention while another held up the bread to her coaxingly. The last one seemed to roll its eyes as it took on of the pieces of bread and promptly shoved it into the thin girl’s mouth. The other two looked disapprovingly at the last one… but the cubchoo reluctantly began to eat so they opted to pat her limps soothingly and reassuringly as she did so. They all knew that life couldn’t go on like this much longer…
But what could they do?
To Be Continued…
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Pokemon
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Yay!!! Anne in the story X3. Funny one of my fav water types gets imprisoned by talking like a 13th century French poet. I couldn't stop laughing after the bar fight or if we can call it that. While a drunk is asleep at the bar only to wake up after the commotion to say huh. Then to have to say what bounty o.o!?
*A shiny mew walks in to see bar environment only to have an intense stare at the drunk asleep at the bar. Floating straight to the drunk with the same look to inch close to poke him* Is that guy alright? *the mew keeps poking the drunk* I don't know why this is fun. *giggles* =^.^= mew?
*A shiny mew walks in to see bar environment only to have an intense stare at the drunk asleep at the bar. Floating straight to the drunk with the same look to inch close to poke him* Is that guy alright? *the mew keeps poking the drunk* I don't know why this is fun. *giggles* =^.^= mew?
I'm going to go out on a limb and guess two things:
1. Anna is going to be in the story and a possible love interest for Petie.
2. Anna's position in this story is possible hinting on what happened to her in the normal stories. here, she's in a burned down house with no family in sight in a fetal position; in the normal stories, she was found in a burnt down...with no family around...in a fetal position(maybe, correct me if im wrong).
Connection to her problem in the normal stories?
1. Anna is going to be in the story and a possible love interest for Petie.
2. Anna's position in this story is possible hinting on what happened to her in the normal stories. here, she's in a burned down house with no family in sight in a fetal position; in the normal stories, she was found in a burnt down...with no family around...in a fetal position(maybe, correct me if im wrong).
Connection to her problem in the normal stories?
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