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Wouldn't kids with abusive parents count?
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Wouldn't kids with abusive parents count?
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That's the problem with triage.
All your patients are in trouble and all of them need help, but you have to pick where you can do the most good. Some cases have to be selected over others, and it's not always obvious.
For example, first responders are taught to treat relatives to the relief workers before anyone else even if they're not the most critical patients... Because otherwise it can cause drama and trauma and issues which can disrupt the entire process, and all of it can turn out much worse than if you did the 'logical thing' and ignored personal links and stuff with the victims.
In a world with active war zones, slavery, monsters, islands where nobility will literally burn the poor to death, nations where entire species are considered unimportant and trash just because they're not normal humans, where even the normal life at Sea can lead you to be lost on an island and starving to death...
Well, even abusive parents can be better than starving to death while doing slave labor nearly naked in the snow.
Triage is the hardest thing to teach any response worker, and if you talk to any paramedic or firefighter they'll tell you that sometimes that can be the one bit of their job that keeps them up at night. My mom has had to let people die to save more people during a crisis before, and it burdens her soul.
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Are you sure it's the choices and not the screams that haunt her?
It's usually the screams of the damned that do it.
Choices without auditory stimuli backing them usually make for more distant nightmares.
Er... he didn't mention nightmares. He said a heavier Soul, which I take as an unpleasant direction her thoughts may wonder to when idle.
Edit: Also, there's no need for one to experience screams to have a nightmare. Just your everyday worry of, say, being robbed, may lead to nightmares. The worry that someone died because of your choices is certainly heavier than that.
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No.
It's seeing someone who's looking to you, trusting you to help them. When you know that you won't be able to save them, and that using the resources to even try means that others who CAN be saved won't have those resources and will therefore die as well. So you smile, tell them it's not too bad, or that help is coming, or simply give them a painkiller, and have to move on to someone who's not as injured - but who will also die if you try to save this one.
The fact that they TRUST you, and you know full well that you are knowingly and deliberately not going to treat them to the best of your ability - because that way you can actually save someone else ...
Screams are nothing compared to that.
Next update on time, Monday's may be later in afternoon.
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Ha, someone wandered into the next chapter. Didn't see it coming, didn't expect it, but whatever.
Anyway, I noticed recently that at 4k a chapter 3x a week, I've been hitting over 12k in update sizes on a week to week basis...
O.O My story arcs are getting a bit longer with each one that comes along... Crazy stuff.
Also, I'm having a bit of an issue because SOME of the story lines I don't want to write. Because the Alice Realm wore me down back then, and I don't want to think about the darkest places and stories that happen here in THIS realm... So I won't.
Also, I tried to write Garp a few times, but he has been busy loudly eating snacks and bothering people. The guy barely visited Luffy anyway really, due to work or to avoid bringing down attention, and has always frustrated his coworkers... Maybe on purpose? As a mild form of protest against actions he disapproves of?
Plus, with all the crazy crap happening in the Grand Line right now... Well, leadership has been keeping Garp out of the way and out of hearing range from their VERY touchy bosses right now.
The old guy is not diplomatic. Ask his fists of love.
Some of the lines are also not being mentioned because they are being flavored by Bell-mère and her new Soul Fruit Buddy Shadow... They have different focus points than other people right now. Snacks and being a good parent for now, primarily. And as for the various villains?
It varies.
Seriously, half the bad guys in One Piece you see later on, in jail or whatever, and you get this 'Bro' feel to them. Or they join the crew, or become a fast food stall owner, or whatever.
But SOME of them, you just want to step on for a few years. Stab a bit. Maybe drown.
So yeah, a mixed bunch of people. Even Arlong had motivations that were understandable with a bit of background context, as he escaped slavery and global persecution... Sigh.
Also, the social issues are real. Like, serious crap. Not going to mention them here, but some hard core stuff goes down in this story.
It's why some bits are so jarring compared to others... One moment you are confused as there is a massive drunken party with wild wolves who just decide to dance with you for nearly no reason, the next something so sad happens that I won't even mention it here. Still freaking makes me tear up when I remember it.
No idea how long the intruder is going to hang around the next chapters either, should be interesting.
Anyway, I noticed recently that at 4k a chapter 3x a week, I've been hitting over 12k in update sizes on a week to week basis...
O.O My story arcs are getting a bit longer with each one that comes along... Crazy stuff.
Also, I'm having a bit of an issue because SOME of the story lines I don't want to write. Because the Alice Realm wore me down back then, and I don't want to think about the darkest places and stories that happen here in THIS realm... So I won't.
Also, I tried to write Garp a few times, but he has been busy loudly eating snacks and bothering people. The guy barely visited Luffy anyway really, due to work or to avoid bringing down attention, and has always frustrated his coworkers... Maybe on purpose? As a mild form of protest against actions he disapproves of?
Plus, with all the crazy crap happening in the Grand Line right now... Well, leadership has been keeping Garp out of the way and out of hearing range from their VERY touchy bosses right now.
The old guy is not diplomatic. Ask his fists of love.
Some of the lines are also not being mentioned because they are being flavored by Bell-mère and her new Soul Fruit Buddy Shadow... They have different focus points than other people right now. Snacks and being a good parent for now, primarily. And as for the various villains?
It varies.
Seriously, half the bad guys in One Piece you see later on, in jail or whatever, and you get this 'Bro' feel to them. Or they join the crew, or become a fast food stall owner, or whatever.
But SOME of them, you just want to step on for a few years. Stab a bit. Maybe drown.
So yeah, a mixed bunch of people. Even Arlong had motivations that were understandable with a bit of background context, as he escaped slavery and global persecution... Sigh.
Also, the social issues are real. Like, serious crap. Not going to mention them here, but some hard core stuff goes down in this story.
It's why some bits are so jarring compared to others... One moment you are confused as there is a massive drunken party with wild wolves who just decide to dance with you for nearly no reason, the next something so sad happens that I won't even mention it here. Still freaking makes me tear up when I remember it.
No idea how long the intruder is going to hang around the next chapters either, should be interesting.
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This is why I rate One Piece above the remaining members of the trio (Bleach and Naruto)!.
... I wrote a wall of text trying to explain why I think OP to be the superior story, but then I realized that this isn't the place for anime debates.
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Yea I can understand that. I bounced off One Piece hard when I was first exposed to it. After learning about some of the backstory any urges to go give it another look were smothered in the crib. This is the most OP I've ever read.
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Yeah, I don't buy Society collapsing without the CDs and the WeeGee. They are never shown to actually do anything other than exist and indulge themselves in human misery. The Marines are murderous hypocrites that routinely kidnap, torture, murder, or facilitate even worse crimes and thus aren't needed at a macro level. The Yonko and Government Warlords are, depressingly enough, much more effective at managing territory and having an administration in place despite some of them being the bad kind of pirates or idiotic government stooges (I'm looking at you Kuma). Crocodile, for all his flaws, managed a near global network of underlings in secret for years. In a world made up of island chains that are each essentially city-states in their own right, The World Government and The "Dragons" can be excised and nothing of value would be lost.
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Gotta agree with Diver on this one.
The Celestial Dragons at the very least contribute absolutely nothing to the stability of the world of One Piece, and are just generally giant pointless money-to-misery converters. You could make a variety of arguments about the World Government actually doing something, but the ultra-rich ultra-sociopaths who are utterly disconnected from reality don't really... do anything. They just coast on the "prestige" of their ancestors having been the founding families (except Arabasta, who you'll notice aren't bastards), and their deep entrenchment in the resulting World Government.
That's it. They're born into insane disconnected ultra-royalty, and the overwhelmingly vast majority of them are absolute horrifying bastards from the moment they develop object permanence to the moment they breathe their last sanctimonious breath while shooting a pregnant slave. The few we're shown who aren't horrifying bastards (or who had a heel-face turn) in canon either were effectively ejected from World Noble status by their peers and then pretty much lynched by non-nobles (Homing), or had to experience drastic, life-threatening, worldview-shattering events to become something resembling a non-sociopathic actual human being (Mjosgard).
Even forced ultra-therapy would only be able to redeem a handful of these pedigree "noble"-monsters, and them vanishing would leave countless slavers and other awful criminals with nothing to do.
Fuck 'em.
The Celestial Dragons at the very least contribute absolutely nothing to the stability of the world of One Piece, and are just generally giant pointless money-to-misery converters. You could make a variety of arguments about the World Government actually doing something, but the ultra-rich ultra-sociopaths who are utterly disconnected from reality don't really... do anything. They just coast on the "prestige" of their ancestors having been the founding families (except Arabasta, who you'll notice aren't bastards), and their deep entrenchment in the resulting World Government.
That's it. They're born into insane disconnected ultra-royalty, and the overwhelmingly vast majority of them are absolute horrifying bastards from the moment they develop object permanence to the moment they breathe their last sanctimonious breath while shooting a pregnant slave. The few we're shown who aren't horrifying bastards (or who had a heel-face turn) in canon either were effectively ejected from World Noble status by their peers and then pretty much lynched by non-nobles (Homing), or had to experience drastic, life-threatening, worldview-shattering events to become something resembling a non-sociopathic actual human being (Mjosgard).
Even forced ultra-therapy would only be able to redeem a handful of these pedigree "noble"-monsters, and them vanishing would leave countless slavers and other awful criminals with nothing to do.
Fuck 'em.
It's part of why I kind of really think that the Void Century information will reveal that they were originally pirates. Given that the actual name of the Kingdom that got taken down by the alliance that later became the World Government that is known in canon is apparently enough by itself to give a key to what happened in the Void Century...
Because only later taking the name 'World Government' makes a bit of sense, if they were erasing any and all evidence that it was what they took down in the first place before they could grab the name for themselves.
Because only later taking the name 'World Government' makes a bit of sense, if they were erasing any and all evidence that it was what they took down in the first place before they could grab the name for themselves.
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Ah! Adam's favorite cruise ship! Though, surely it is getting a little crowded onboard now?
Nah, he pulls "powers/Void/Shadow" shenanigans anytime it starts to feel claustrophobic. Then suddenly everything has to trek days to get to the next settlement each time he does it.
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Robin felt warm.
Things felt soft.
This was wrong.
She froze.
Nothing hurt.
Which was bad, as she should be either dead or captured by now if her wounds were treated.
More than that, although she couldn't check right now without disclosing her waking up, she couldn't feel the edges of her cuts or the bleeding.
Which, since she also didn't feel any bindings or bandages, was REALLY bad.
How long had she been out of it!?
Or was it one of those Devil Fruit users? She had been the only one to have such powers back on Ohara island, and she hadn't heard of anyone on the seas with healing abilities. Not that people had been happy to talk with her in general, but still!
No obvious bindings, and any cell was likely to be far more cold and harsh than this bed.
…Unless this wasn't that sort of prison.
She felt horror grip her throat as she realized her clothing had changed… But it wasn't silk or anything 'sexy', and she didn't feel any soreness or wounds from being sexually assaulted.
If this was a breeding facility, then she hadn't been 'processed' yet.
Not allowing herself to move, she slowly built up her power. She couldn't just enable her abilities to sprout limb clones without warning, but with a bit of prep time? Well, any rapist pirate would be in for a BIG surprise.
A little girl's arm wasn't able to overpower a man, but if she used thirty of them?
Well, there was a REASON she had survived this long.
Cautious testing only increased her confusion.
The air didn't smell right.
This island was known for how deadly it was, hopefully convincing her pursuers NOT to follow her despite the massive bounty the world government had burdened her with.
It normally smelt of blood, of mold, and of rotten forests. With distant screams as the cannibal tribes consumed their captives caught from other crews or just other island factions.
But here, she smelt life. And scrambled eggs? A distant hint of tangerines?
The air felt far stranger than expected too. On the Grand Line, there was this atmosphere of raw potential in the air, as if the world itself was focused down to one point… She had heard that it was even more intense when one crossed over the second half of the Grand Line and entered the New World, but those were just whispered tales.
Here?
The air felt thin. Or maybe relaxed? But nowhere near as dense as she was used to, making it almost uncomfortably easy to breathe and sense her surroundings. As if some restriction or binding on her abilities had been loosened.
While she couldn't easily deploy her full abilities without movement and some mnemonic phrases, she had learned from necessity how to do SOMETHING near silently.
Hana Hana no: [[Una Fleur: Spy.]]
A single eye opened up on the nearby surface above her, hopefully unseen by anyone else…
And Robin paused.
This looked like a little girl's room.
And not some sex dungeon sexual fetish fodder, but one that actually belonged to a child. It felt sort of like her old room in a way, where random toys were casually tossed in random directions and that claustrophobic 'clean' feeling that adults shove everywhere was missing.
A shift had her eye vanish and reform closer to the window…
And this was not 'Dread Skull' island.
Not at ALL!
She didn't even RECOGNIZE that sky! What the hell had HAPPENED when she passed out!?
Random teleportation was one of the most rare mysteries that happened on the Grand Line, so best check for the more common and usual possibilities.
Hallucination, either from sickness or attack. Some sort of impossible secret location or massive boat or something. A protected subspace, which covered a whole bunch of stuff… Or a Devil Fruit user.
Her mind flashed back to the Darkness watching her, curious, feeling like it wanted to help.
…So either a medical coma or a Devil Fruit user. Those felt most likely.
Using her new eye to find new surfaces to shift towards, Robin began slowly gathering information. She'd find out who had captured her, and she would escape! Somehow…
"I wonder when she'll wake up."
"Mom says she needs time to rest 'cause she was hurt, so don't bother her, alright? Right. Now let's get you washed up for breakfast."
"Aww, but I washed my hands yesterday!"
Robin didn't flinch. They weren't in the room, but if she could HEAR them from this far then they were just outside the probably locked door.
Using her vision to carefully judge her projection, she focused… And risked a whisper, as quiet as possible. "Hana Hana no: [[Seis Fleur: Spy.]]"
One eye to stay in here, one on the house on the other side of the street looking THIS way, one at roughly where she expected the outside of her cell to be along with an ear to hear better, with one eye and ear combo she could shift where they were needed.
Robin blinked all her eyes.
Her prison looked like a house.
A normal house.
And the voices outside her door were two little girls, one younger than herself. No markings on their body, no signs of fear or concern, no bindings, no brandings. To tattoos or pirate markings, none of this made sense.
She casually ignored her endless hunger and dire thirst like usual. There would be time for those issues after determining the situation, probably.
At least, since she was so hungry, she didn't have to worry about needing the restroom just yet.
Though that was probably a bad sign as well… Sigh.
Hidden eyes began to spy around the home and slowly began to explore this new island city she had suddenly arrived at. She'd find a way out of this. There would be a way, somehow.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Bell-mère blinked as she felt her [[Dark Visions]] somehow start giggling and play a game of 'follow the leader' with something exploring the town. An eye and an ear, somehow sprouting from stuff as they shifted from place to place.
Odd.
Both the ability of her new guest AND the fact that her own powers had somehow informed her about the situation without prompting.
She hadn't known her ability could do that… At least, she hadn't known her ability could passively grant her information like this. Strange… But useful!
In related news, apparently their little guest was awake. Best make sure any potential bystanders were out of range. "Girls, make sure to put your dishes in the sink before you go out to play. Lunch today will be tuna fish sandwiches."
Well, probably tuna fish… The meat probably wasn't supposed to glimmer like that though.
Two sunrises smiled back. ""Yes mom!""
Daww. "Go on, get."
The girls giggled as they moved their used dishes off for her to… Well, not wash. Just sort of Twist away the crud and instantly clean everything with basically no effort.
Her powers made housework so much easier!
Right, girls were out of the house. She'd be able to hopefully calm down the little bundle of terror and fear, feed the girl some food, and then let her freak out a bit more without having an unknown adult in the area.
Feeling the 'hidden' eye suddenly focus on her, she carefully walked without showing signs of threat or aggression to Nojiko's bedroom, since Nami's sleepover had gone well last night and this room had been free to borrow for the new guest. Temporarily, while setting up the spare room as a guest bedroom.
No ability used by the young lady, not while being observed, but she carefully put the plate piled high with eggs next to a large glass of water next to the door. "I am going to leave this here, we can talk later."
Oh, right. "One moment."
A subtle Twist gave her a fork from the kitchen in her pocket, which she used to eat a bit from the dish. A quick sip of water… "Not sure if this will help, but I personally made and sampled the food I am providing. Right, you can leave the dishes outside the door when you are finished and I will clean it up later."
From what she felt from the child, suspicion and paranoia would be understandably rampant for a while. "You can stay as long as you need, or leave whenever. You are currently on the Conomi Islands in the East Blue. This town is called Cocoyasi Village, or it was… I guess it is now Cocoyasi City or something."
Should she mention the 'Haunted Isle' stuff, or… No, keep it simple. "We can talk more later. You were healed up, but you still need food and water as soon as possible."
Right, if she stays? Good. If she leaves, she will still be better off than she had been before.
Bell-mère smiled at the food, then turned to go get some stuff done before trying to hire hundreds of people for dozens of orphanages.
Sigh.
Sometimes Justice requires the most deadly and despicable of foes to be overcome: Paperwork.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Robin was trying REALLY HARD not to freak out.
Right. Focus. One step at a time.
As pretending to be asleep was pointless now, she carefully got up from the sinfully comfortable bed, and… She looked amazing. Her skin was flawless, months of dirt and grunge gone and wounds big and small vanished. Her nails were perfectly trimmed somehow, her hair looked like one of those pretty ladies at the docks, and her new outfit was simple but fit and…
Well, it was the first clean and well fitting clothing she had worn in quite some time.
She moved with purpose to the door, her vision in the hallway showing it was clear.
Open, move the dish of amazing smelling food inside the room with the large glass of water, door closed.
She forced herself not to just gorge herself, and thought it through.
In the end? If this woman had bad intentions, they could have killed her, gotten her addicted, or worse while she was defenseless.
It wasn't enough to make her stupid, but it was good enough to not just assume these provisions were poisoned. It would be pointless and silly to do so in such an inefficient way.
And the few idiots she had stumbled upon who WOULD do such a convoluted thing were always terrible at hiding their secret feelings away… Seriously, most pirates and thieves had surprisingly terrible poker faces.
This woman didn't give off that shifty or slimy vibe that she was careful for, and the food was certainly better than the half rotten stolen trash she had been forced to subsist on in the past…
With caution, she took the smallest bite possible and waited before swallowing, ignoring the glorious flavor and astounding tenderness of the eggs.
No tingling. No odd smells. No strange tastes. No loss of feeling or numbness. No oily twinge.
In her mind, deep down, she admitted that these were the best eggs she had ever tasted. Ever. No question, no hesitation: The best.
This wasn't just her all consuming hunger talking, she forced herself to high standards:
As far as she was concerned, these were objectively the best eggs she had ever encountered, full stop. The kind that crews would store in special containers in hidden cargo holds, that would be stolen from or sold to high clientele.
And this meal, which probably cost dozens if not hundreds of Beri, was just offered to some random girl that no one knew. Or at least, hopefully no one knew.
Finally caving in to the flavor, she swallowed the bite and waited for any odd reaction even as her eyes tried to consume the rest of the food RIGHT NOW.
No, she would wait.
Then she would test the water.
But… If they both passed the test?
She stared with hunger at the meal.
Please.
Please pass the tests.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Buying homes and property?
Easy. Lots of money and a few favors, done.
Setting up large orphanages?
Also easy… To a degree.
Buying stuff was dead simple, especially since the 'Haunted Isle' had become a major trading hub. Merchants and suppliers were eager to set up better relationships with anyone living here, and through nudges and whispers people understood that working with Bell-mère was working with quality people.
Establishing low level educational schools?
A bit of pushback.
But only from a few people who could be bribed or blackmailed or pushed a bit. There was an ongoing argument that teaching the poorer citizens was a waste of money (and potentially a future risk), but thankfully her home islands hadn't originally been THAT wealthy, not to the point of poor people being considered disposable trash monkeys.
The trade schools and Haunted network apprenticeship thing? Yeah, that was causing headache after headache.
For most crews and teams, there was very little industrialization or standardization. Other than basic stuff, like nail size and screw thread classes, everything was custom made by artists and hacks and handymen. Either due to necessity or pride.
Oh, it was different at the mid-level, but not for everyone else.
The richest customers got custom everything. Period.
Meanwhile, the poorest people like those sailing the East Blue had to adapt to what was available, and hope it floats.
But in the mid-range? THAT was where the mass produced Marine ships and Merchant vessels and stuff thrived! There was a reason why those powerful organizations were able to keep a grip on the markets, and the ease of replacing damaged parts certainly didn't hurt things when you're running a militarized organization or may have to stop at a large number of ports when trading.
The fact that low and high income construction crews didn't have those standards meant that there WAS no standard education when it came to most of these jobs. You would find a company you wanted to grow with, work your way into their trust, and learn secrets from your masters until you 'graduate' or marry their daughter or son or something.
Which was NOT a model that worked great when you wanted to begin teaching thousands and thousands of orphans a wide range of marketable skills rapidly!
Complexity of teaching aside, those poor boys and girls inheriting the many businesses would be stuck with a few hundred lovers, and that was a lot of stress to put onto anybody!
So Bell-mère was basically designing a new educational system for the entire East Blue by default in the process of just trying to get shit done. Since education was a bit lackadaisical in these waters to begin with, accreditation wasn't an issue either… Not as long as you knew what you were doing.
So her original plan to fund a whole bunch of tiny homes for children had fallen through.
Pure epic fail, unfortunately.
THANKFULLY, her new wealth from the bustling city she helped grow gave her another option!
Punch people in the face with Beri until someone fixes the problems.
Have money! LOTS of money! All of you, listen to my rabid followers who ALSO like the things I can trade them! They ALSO have money!
In the end, an entire damned island eagerly accepted a bribe… *Cough*, Accepted 'moving fees' to relocate to another location entirely.
So now a massive amount of construction was underway on 'Lost Angel Island', which would eventually become the sea's largest education focused island on the entire East Blue sea.
Buying the island and getting it established as a new country was surprisingly easy… If only because it threw her people into a new tax bracket and the Marines loved that shit.
But again, with the funding of the Haunted Isles of Plenty? Money wasn't the issue.
At least it gave some of her building crews more work to do that WASN'T keeping her up at night. Yes, you crazy builder people who seemed to have grown an unhealthy obsession with creepy decor construction, go build elsewhere. ALL the way over there, on THAT island.
Bell-mère was secretly convinced some of those crews were trying to push the stupid underworld theme even further with their customers, and it was simply getting silly at this point!
Thankfully the authorities were very distracted right now for some reason, as apparently a big mess was developing out in the Grand Line over some sort of massive but secretive event. No one was exactly clear what happened, and none of the news in the World Economy News Paper covered any unexpected deaths or massive attacks…
But the top brass was BUSY right now, and it gave her time to get things established before any jerk looking for control or influence could start poking their beak into this whole mess.
So the framework was up.
Not done, mind you. Never done. Every day there were reports about delays in construction or terrain problems or hiring conflicts or personnel complaints and… Sigh.
All that headache? That was AFTER delegating most of the work away to competent people.
Thank the sea for [[Dark Visions]], as comprehensive background checking had never been so easy and so thorough. FOUR separate assholes tried to sneak their way into positions of authority, planning on fleecing the entire foundation before the damned thing was even poured!
Meh, aside from her current houseguest (Who was no longer using Nojiko's bedroom as a home base still thanks to the newly established 'guest room', and who apparently was doing MUCH better with a few weeks of food and water and clean clothing and bathroom access), all the other saved kids were slumbering away in the [[Shady Glade.]]
Sure, they weren't aging or anything, but medically they were all rapidly becoming very healthy and biologically they were sleeping in something close to a coma… She wanted a place for them to go soon so she could let them out of there.
Thankfully, the rate of newcomers was a bit more manageable… After a bit of effort, the ones in mortal danger were prioritized first, so no one would die while she frantically tried to get everything set up here.
Honestly, Bell-mère had been hiring so many groups and crews and teams and island workers… A good fraction of the East Blue's economy was being touched by her network by this point.
If for no other reason? Convenience.
Her island, the Haunted Isle of Plenty, was like a drop of the Grand Line somehow lost here, in the East Blue. Far less deadly to visit, but sometimes impossible things could happen there.
If you needed a service, information, a mission accomplished, a goal researched, anything?
You COULD sail from island to island searching through rumors and lore and lies…
Or visit a Haunted Shop and pay a fee.
If you were lucky? The fee would be negligible!
And it built on itself. As more and more people came to her island first, they bumped into each other… And began finding what they needed from others coming to search for their own desires.
Commerce was a social monster, one that exponentially grew as the markets gathered.
Sure, her people still had her around to gather rare materials and information for sale… But more and more often? They didn't even need her abilities anymore.
One of the random people coming to trade probably has what you were looking for, and her shops could simply tell you who to contact. Like the most competent middle woman ever.
It was almost a self fulfilling prophecy, in a way.
People claim the Haunted Isle of Plenty had anything desired.
Those people searching for solutions brought other customers their answers accidentally…
And the story grew stronger.
Which was good, because her projects were getting massive, expensive, and noteworthy.
Honestly, at this point she had expected someone in uniform to show up weeks ago! Even had a few fun plans in place, depending on how much of a dick they were going to be about it. The idea of just Twisting away all the treenails from their boats had made her giggle, for one.
But nope.
Nadda.
Seriously, whatever had the Marines in a frenzy? It must be a huge deal.
Meh, less headaches for her… Even if the lack of objections and issues from an authoritarian point somehow equated to MORE paperwork since she was able to get access to even more and more forms required to navigate this quagmire.
Thankfully the girls were keeping busy. Nojiko had gotten together some sort of gardening club while they looked after the tangerine grove with help from her friends in the orphanage, and Nami was… Probably harassing Momoo again.
Poor 'ship cow'.
Still this work felt endless and stressed the hell out of her.
She glanced at the nearest clock… She had time? A few hours…
Oh yeah, that was enough time.
That baker was a man with muscles, his wife was double delicious looking, and BOTH of them had been giving her certain looks last time she stopped by to pick up some pastries…
Bell-mère licked her lips and calculated… Yes, the girls should both be out playing for most of the afternoon and wouldn't notice if she timed this right.
Let's go see if this trois would be into a bit of ménage, shall we?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
On the wrong island, on the wrong sea, at a time with no visiting ships and no designated shipping routes nearby, a young man blinked in confusion. "Huh."
This wasn't Gregors Island.
Hadn't they said to walk left? Next to the house with the painted… Something or other?
A glance confirmed that there were now no houses or paint in any direction, but that shouldn't matter so much, right? Not as long as he went the right way, anyway.
Yeah, probably.
No, definitely. Let's do that!
With a nod, he confidently began to walk diagonally right and headed off to his destination.
Still, this was a tad frustrating.
How else could he get some real world experience to become the world's greatest swordsman if his bounties kept trying to hide from him like this!? 'Walk to the end of the street', they said. 'You can't miss it', they said.
Without notice or concern the boy growing into a man walked in a direction SO wrong that he managed to get conceptually lost, arriving on a ship that he didn't recognize (Not that he recognized MOST ships, or islands, or locations), in a different ocean entirely… and frowned.
He grunted at one of the passengers. "Hey, you heard of the Claw-heeled Crew sailing out this way?"
The man missing one arm and covered in scars blinked. "Wha? WAIT, hold up for one fucking second! Who the shit are YOU and why are you on MY ship!?"
Huh? "I'm Zoro Roronoa, and I… I don't want to get wet?"
Why ELSE would people be on a ship? To go places and avoid moisture in the process, right?
The man gave a slack look at the boy. "Huh?"
Sigh. Poor guy had mental issues, apparently. Best be polite to the unfortunate man. "I just wanted to know if you heard of the Claw-heeled pirate crew operating out here. Or nearby."
The guy still seemed out of it. "We've been out at sea for weeks now! How did they miss your boat!? Is our spotter team sleeping on the job again!?"
No clue, and Zorro had no idea why this guy was asking HIM that question. "I mean, a nap doesn't sound like that terrible of an idea?" But not now, he was on the hunt. "So have you seen them?"
The passenger frowned. "No, we are not going to let this go! How the fuck did you get here and why the FUCK are you looking for my crew!?"
Oh.
He WASN'T a passenger.
He was the captain of this PIRATE vessel.
Zorro nodded to himself. He had KNOWN that he was supposed to go south back there! Once again, he had made the right decision.
Oops, he was being stared at. "Ah… Well, I would love to answer your questions, but I'm afraid it's still hard for me to talk with my mouth full." He untied his bandana from his arm and carefully restrained his hair. Wouldn't want it getting in the way.
Confusion radiated from his bounty target. "Huh?"
Zorro unsheathed his weapons, moving the third sword hilt to clench in his teeth. "Eye shahid, eet ish har fur…"
MORE confusion from the man. "Huh!? What the HELL are you doing boy!?"
Sigh.
Right.
Capture this crew first, then try to find the nearest dropoff point for bounty collection, THEN explain to his new caught companions that one of the trickiest issues with learning/creating a three sword style of combat was difficulties met when attempting to communicate.
The bounty would have an easier time paying attention to the explanation after they had been tied up anyway.
Welp, time to earn some pocket change!
[[Oni Giri!]]
Things felt soft.
This was wrong.
She froze.
Nothing hurt.
Which was bad, as she should be either dead or captured by now if her wounds were treated.
More than that, although she couldn't check right now without disclosing her waking up, she couldn't feel the edges of her cuts or the bleeding.
Which, since she also didn't feel any bindings or bandages, was REALLY bad.
How long had she been out of it!?
Or was it one of those Devil Fruit users? She had been the only one to have such powers back on Ohara island, and she hadn't heard of anyone on the seas with healing abilities. Not that people had been happy to talk with her in general, but still!
No obvious bindings, and any cell was likely to be far more cold and harsh than this bed.
…Unless this wasn't that sort of prison.
She felt horror grip her throat as she realized her clothing had changed… But it wasn't silk or anything 'sexy', and she didn't feel any soreness or wounds from being sexually assaulted.
If this was a breeding facility, then she hadn't been 'processed' yet.
Not allowing herself to move, she slowly built up her power. She couldn't just enable her abilities to sprout limb clones without warning, but with a bit of prep time? Well, any rapist pirate would be in for a BIG surprise.
A little girl's arm wasn't able to overpower a man, but if she used thirty of them?
Well, there was a REASON she had survived this long.
Cautious testing only increased her confusion.
The air didn't smell right.
This island was known for how deadly it was, hopefully convincing her pursuers NOT to follow her despite the massive bounty the world government had burdened her with.
It normally smelt of blood, of mold, and of rotten forests. With distant screams as the cannibal tribes consumed their captives caught from other crews or just other island factions.
But here, she smelt life. And scrambled eggs? A distant hint of tangerines?
The air felt far stranger than expected too. On the Grand Line, there was this atmosphere of raw potential in the air, as if the world itself was focused down to one point… She had heard that it was even more intense when one crossed over the second half of the Grand Line and entered the New World, but those were just whispered tales.
Here?
The air felt thin. Or maybe relaxed? But nowhere near as dense as she was used to, making it almost uncomfortably easy to breathe and sense her surroundings. As if some restriction or binding on her abilities had been loosened.
While she couldn't easily deploy her full abilities without movement and some mnemonic phrases, she had learned from necessity how to do SOMETHING near silently.
Hana Hana no: [[Una Fleur: Spy.]]
A single eye opened up on the nearby surface above her, hopefully unseen by anyone else…
And Robin paused.
This looked like a little girl's room.
And not some sex dungeon sexual fetish fodder, but one that actually belonged to a child. It felt sort of like her old room in a way, where random toys were casually tossed in random directions and that claustrophobic 'clean' feeling that adults shove everywhere was missing.
A shift had her eye vanish and reform closer to the window…
And this was not 'Dread Skull' island.
Not at ALL!
She didn't even RECOGNIZE that sky! What the hell had HAPPENED when she passed out!?
Random teleportation was one of the most rare mysteries that happened on the Grand Line, so best check for the more common and usual possibilities.
Hallucination, either from sickness or attack. Some sort of impossible secret location or massive boat or something. A protected subspace, which covered a whole bunch of stuff… Or a Devil Fruit user.
Her mind flashed back to the Darkness watching her, curious, feeling like it wanted to help.
…So either a medical coma or a Devil Fruit user. Those felt most likely.
Using her new eye to find new surfaces to shift towards, Robin began slowly gathering information. She'd find out who had captured her, and she would escape! Somehow…
"I wonder when she'll wake up."
"Mom says she needs time to rest 'cause she was hurt, so don't bother her, alright? Right. Now let's get you washed up for breakfast."
"Aww, but I washed my hands yesterday!"
Robin didn't flinch. They weren't in the room, but if she could HEAR them from this far then they were just outside the probably locked door.
Using her vision to carefully judge her projection, she focused… And risked a whisper, as quiet as possible. "Hana Hana no: [[Seis Fleur: Spy.]]"
One eye to stay in here, one on the house on the other side of the street looking THIS way, one at roughly where she expected the outside of her cell to be along with an ear to hear better, with one eye and ear combo she could shift where they were needed.
Robin blinked all her eyes.
Her prison looked like a house.
A normal house.
And the voices outside her door were two little girls, one younger than herself. No markings on their body, no signs of fear or concern, no bindings, no brandings. To tattoos or pirate markings, none of this made sense.
She casually ignored her endless hunger and dire thirst like usual. There would be time for those issues after determining the situation, probably.
At least, since she was so hungry, she didn't have to worry about needing the restroom just yet.
Though that was probably a bad sign as well… Sigh.
Hidden eyes began to spy around the home and slowly began to explore this new island city she had suddenly arrived at. She'd find a way out of this. There would be a way, somehow.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Bell-mère blinked as she felt her [[Dark Visions]] somehow start giggling and play a game of 'follow the leader' with something exploring the town. An eye and an ear, somehow sprouting from stuff as they shifted from place to place.
Odd.
Both the ability of her new guest AND the fact that her own powers had somehow informed her about the situation without prompting.
She hadn't known her ability could do that… At least, she hadn't known her ability could passively grant her information like this. Strange… But useful!
In related news, apparently their little guest was awake. Best make sure any potential bystanders were out of range. "Girls, make sure to put your dishes in the sink before you go out to play. Lunch today will be tuna fish sandwiches."
Well, probably tuna fish… The meat probably wasn't supposed to glimmer like that though.
Two sunrises smiled back. ""Yes mom!""
Daww. "Go on, get."
The girls giggled as they moved their used dishes off for her to… Well, not wash. Just sort of Twist away the crud and instantly clean everything with basically no effort.
Her powers made housework so much easier!
Right, girls were out of the house. She'd be able to hopefully calm down the little bundle of terror and fear, feed the girl some food, and then let her freak out a bit more without having an unknown adult in the area.
Feeling the 'hidden' eye suddenly focus on her, she carefully walked without showing signs of threat or aggression to Nojiko's bedroom, since Nami's sleepover had gone well last night and this room had been free to borrow for the new guest. Temporarily, while setting up the spare room as a guest bedroom.
No ability used by the young lady, not while being observed, but she carefully put the plate piled high with eggs next to a large glass of water next to the door. "I am going to leave this here, we can talk later."
Oh, right. "One moment."
A subtle Twist gave her a fork from the kitchen in her pocket, which she used to eat a bit from the dish. A quick sip of water… "Not sure if this will help, but I personally made and sampled the food I am providing. Right, you can leave the dishes outside the door when you are finished and I will clean it up later."
From what she felt from the child, suspicion and paranoia would be understandably rampant for a while. "You can stay as long as you need, or leave whenever. You are currently on the Conomi Islands in the East Blue. This town is called Cocoyasi Village, or it was… I guess it is now Cocoyasi City or something."
Should she mention the 'Haunted Isle' stuff, or… No, keep it simple. "We can talk more later. You were healed up, but you still need food and water as soon as possible."
Right, if she stays? Good. If she leaves, she will still be better off than she had been before.
Bell-mère smiled at the food, then turned to go get some stuff done before trying to hire hundreds of people for dozens of orphanages.
Sigh.
Sometimes Justice requires the most deadly and despicable of foes to be overcome: Paperwork.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Robin was trying REALLY HARD not to freak out.
Right. Focus. One step at a time.
As pretending to be asleep was pointless now, she carefully got up from the sinfully comfortable bed, and… She looked amazing. Her skin was flawless, months of dirt and grunge gone and wounds big and small vanished. Her nails were perfectly trimmed somehow, her hair looked like one of those pretty ladies at the docks, and her new outfit was simple but fit and…
Well, it was the first clean and well fitting clothing she had worn in quite some time.
She moved with purpose to the door, her vision in the hallway showing it was clear.
Open, move the dish of amazing smelling food inside the room with the large glass of water, door closed.
She forced herself not to just gorge herself, and thought it through.
In the end? If this woman had bad intentions, they could have killed her, gotten her addicted, or worse while she was defenseless.
It wasn't enough to make her stupid, but it was good enough to not just assume these provisions were poisoned. It would be pointless and silly to do so in such an inefficient way.
And the few idiots she had stumbled upon who WOULD do such a convoluted thing were always terrible at hiding their secret feelings away… Seriously, most pirates and thieves had surprisingly terrible poker faces.
This woman didn't give off that shifty or slimy vibe that she was careful for, and the food was certainly better than the half rotten stolen trash she had been forced to subsist on in the past…
With caution, she took the smallest bite possible and waited before swallowing, ignoring the glorious flavor and astounding tenderness of the eggs.
No tingling. No odd smells. No strange tastes. No loss of feeling or numbness. No oily twinge.
In her mind, deep down, she admitted that these were the best eggs she had ever tasted. Ever. No question, no hesitation: The best.
This wasn't just her all consuming hunger talking, she forced herself to high standards:
As far as she was concerned, these were objectively the best eggs she had ever encountered, full stop. The kind that crews would store in special containers in hidden cargo holds, that would be stolen from or sold to high clientele.
And this meal, which probably cost dozens if not hundreds of Beri, was just offered to some random girl that no one knew. Or at least, hopefully no one knew.
Finally caving in to the flavor, she swallowed the bite and waited for any odd reaction even as her eyes tried to consume the rest of the food RIGHT NOW.
No, she would wait.
Then she would test the water.
But… If they both passed the test?
She stared with hunger at the meal.
Please.
Please pass the tests.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Buying homes and property?
Easy. Lots of money and a few favors, done.
Setting up large orphanages?
Also easy… To a degree.
Buying stuff was dead simple, especially since the 'Haunted Isle' had become a major trading hub. Merchants and suppliers were eager to set up better relationships with anyone living here, and through nudges and whispers people understood that working with Bell-mère was working with quality people.
Establishing low level educational schools?
A bit of pushback.
But only from a few people who could be bribed or blackmailed or pushed a bit. There was an ongoing argument that teaching the poorer citizens was a waste of money (and potentially a future risk), but thankfully her home islands hadn't originally been THAT wealthy, not to the point of poor people being considered disposable trash monkeys.
The trade schools and Haunted network apprenticeship thing? Yeah, that was causing headache after headache.
For most crews and teams, there was very little industrialization or standardization. Other than basic stuff, like nail size and screw thread classes, everything was custom made by artists and hacks and handymen. Either due to necessity or pride.
Oh, it was different at the mid-level, but not for everyone else.
The richest customers got custom everything. Period.
Meanwhile, the poorest people like those sailing the East Blue had to adapt to what was available, and hope it floats.
But in the mid-range? THAT was where the mass produced Marine ships and Merchant vessels and stuff thrived! There was a reason why those powerful organizations were able to keep a grip on the markets, and the ease of replacing damaged parts certainly didn't hurt things when you're running a militarized organization or may have to stop at a large number of ports when trading.
The fact that low and high income construction crews didn't have those standards meant that there WAS no standard education when it came to most of these jobs. You would find a company you wanted to grow with, work your way into their trust, and learn secrets from your masters until you 'graduate' or marry their daughter or son or something.
Which was NOT a model that worked great when you wanted to begin teaching thousands and thousands of orphans a wide range of marketable skills rapidly!
Complexity of teaching aside, those poor boys and girls inheriting the many businesses would be stuck with a few hundred lovers, and that was a lot of stress to put onto anybody!
So Bell-mère was basically designing a new educational system for the entire East Blue by default in the process of just trying to get shit done. Since education was a bit lackadaisical in these waters to begin with, accreditation wasn't an issue either… Not as long as you knew what you were doing.
So her original plan to fund a whole bunch of tiny homes for children had fallen through.
Pure epic fail, unfortunately.
THANKFULLY, her new wealth from the bustling city she helped grow gave her another option!
Punch people in the face with Beri until someone fixes the problems.
Have money! LOTS of money! All of you, listen to my rabid followers who ALSO like the things I can trade them! They ALSO have money!
In the end, an entire damned island eagerly accepted a bribe… *Cough*, Accepted 'moving fees' to relocate to another location entirely.
So now a massive amount of construction was underway on 'Lost Angel Island', which would eventually become the sea's largest education focused island on the entire East Blue sea.
Buying the island and getting it established as a new country was surprisingly easy… If only because it threw her people into a new tax bracket and the Marines loved that shit.
But again, with the funding of the Haunted Isles of Plenty? Money wasn't the issue.
At least it gave some of her building crews more work to do that WASN'T keeping her up at night. Yes, you crazy builder people who seemed to have grown an unhealthy obsession with creepy decor construction, go build elsewhere. ALL the way over there, on THAT island.
Bell-mère was secretly convinced some of those crews were trying to push the stupid underworld theme even further with their customers, and it was simply getting silly at this point!
Thankfully the authorities were very distracted right now for some reason, as apparently a big mess was developing out in the Grand Line over some sort of massive but secretive event. No one was exactly clear what happened, and none of the news in the World Economy News Paper covered any unexpected deaths or massive attacks…
But the top brass was BUSY right now, and it gave her time to get things established before any jerk looking for control or influence could start poking their beak into this whole mess.
So the framework was up.
Not done, mind you. Never done. Every day there were reports about delays in construction or terrain problems or hiring conflicts or personnel complaints and… Sigh.
All that headache? That was AFTER delegating most of the work away to competent people.
Thank the sea for [[Dark Visions]], as comprehensive background checking had never been so easy and so thorough. FOUR separate assholes tried to sneak their way into positions of authority, planning on fleecing the entire foundation before the damned thing was even poured!
Meh, aside from her current houseguest (Who was no longer using Nojiko's bedroom as a home base still thanks to the newly established 'guest room', and who apparently was doing MUCH better with a few weeks of food and water and clean clothing and bathroom access), all the other saved kids were slumbering away in the [[Shady Glade.]]
Sure, they weren't aging or anything, but medically they were all rapidly becoming very healthy and biologically they were sleeping in something close to a coma… She wanted a place for them to go soon so she could let them out of there.
Thankfully, the rate of newcomers was a bit more manageable… After a bit of effort, the ones in mortal danger were prioritized first, so no one would die while she frantically tried to get everything set up here.
Honestly, Bell-mère had been hiring so many groups and crews and teams and island workers… A good fraction of the East Blue's economy was being touched by her network by this point.
If for no other reason? Convenience.
Her island, the Haunted Isle of Plenty, was like a drop of the Grand Line somehow lost here, in the East Blue. Far less deadly to visit, but sometimes impossible things could happen there.
If you needed a service, information, a mission accomplished, a goal researched, anything?
You COULD sail from island to island searching through rumors and lore and lies…
Or visit a Haunted Shop and pay a fee.
If you were lucky? The fee would be negligible!
And it built on itself. As more and more people came to her island first, they bumped into each other… And began finding what they needed from others coming to search for their own desires.
Commerce was a social monster, one that exponentially grew as the markets gathered.
Sure, her people still had her around to gather rare materials and information for sale… But more and more often? They didn't even need her abilities anymore.
One of the random people coming to trade probably has what you were looking for, and her shops could simply tell you who to contact. Like the most competent middle woman ever.
It was almost a self fulfilling prophecy, in a way.
People claim the Haunted Isle of Plenty had anything desired.
Those people searching for solutions brought other customers their answers accidentally…
And the story grew stronger.
Which was good, because her projects were getting massive, expensive, and noteworthy.
Honestly, at this point she had expected someone in uniform to show up weeks ago! Even had a few fun plans in place, depending on how much of a dick they were going to be about it. The idea of just Twisting away all the treenails from their boats had made her giggle, for one.
But nope.
Nadda.
Seriously, whatever had the Marines in a frenzy? It must be a huge deal.
Meh, less headaches for her… Even if the lack of objections and issues from an authoritarian point somehow equated to MORE paperwork since she was able to get access to even more and more forms required to navigate this quagmire.
Thankfully the girls were keeping busy. Nojiko had gotten together some sort of gardening club while they looked after the tangerine grove with help from her friends in the orphanage, and Nami was… Probably harassing Momoo again.
Poor 'ship cow'.
Still this work felt endless and stressed the hell out of her.
She glanced at the nearest clock… She had time? A few hours…
Oh yeah, that was enough time.
That baker was a man with muscles, his wife was double delicious looking, and BOTH of them had been giving her certain looks last time she stopped by to pick up some pastries…
Bell-mère licked her lips and calculated… Yes, the girls should both be out playing for most of the afternoon and wouldn't notice if she timed this right.
Let's go see if this trois would be into a bit of ménage, shall we?
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
On the wrong island, on the wrong sea, at a time with no visiting ships and no designated shipping routes nearby, a young man blinked in confusion. "Huh."
This wasn't Gregors Island.
Hadn't they said to walk left? Next to the house with the painted… Something or other?
A glance confirmed that there were now no houses or paint in any direction, but that shouldn't matter so much, right? Not as long as he went the right way, anyway.
Yeah, probably.
No, definitely. Let's do that!
With a nod, he confidently began to walk diagonally right and headed off to his destination.
Still, this was a tad frustrating.
How else could he get some real world experience to become the world's greatest swordsman if his bounties kept trying to hide from him like this!? 'Walk to the end of the street', they said. 'You can't miss it', they said.
Without notice or concern the boy growing into a man walked in a direction SO wrong that he managed to get conceptually lost, arriving on a ship that he didn't recognize (Not that he recognized MOST ships, or islands, or locations), in a different ocean entirely… and frowned.
He grunted at one of the passengers. "Hey, you heard of the Claw-heeled Crew sailing out this way?"
The man missing one arm and covered in scars blinked. "Wha? WAIT, hold up for one fucking second! Who the shit are YOU and why are you on MY ship!?"
Huh? "I'm Zoro Roronoa, and I… I don't want to get wet?"
Why ELSE would people be on a ship? To go places and avoid moisture in the process, right?
The man gave a slack look at the boy. "Huh?"
Sigh. Poor guy had mental issues, apparently. Best be polite to the unfortunate man. "I just wanted to know if you heard of the Claw-heeled pirate crew operating out here. Or nearby."
The guy still seemed out of it. "We've been out at sea for weeks now! How did they miss your boat!? Is our spotter team sleeping on the job again!?"
No clue, and Zorro had no idea why this guy was asking HIM that question. "I mean, a nap doesn't sound like that terrible of an idea?" But not now, he was on the hunt. "So have you seen them?"
The passenger frowned. "No, we are not going to let this go! How the fuck did you get here and why the FUCK are you looking for my crew!?"
Oh.
He WASN'T a passenger.
He was the captain of this PIRATE vessel.
Zorro nodded to himself. He had KNOWN that he was supposed to go south back there! Once again, he had made the right decision.
Oops, he was being stared at. "Ah… Well, I would love to answer your questions, but I'm afraid it's still hard for me to talk with my mouth full." He untied his bandana from his arm and carefully restrained his hair. Wouldn't want it getting in the way.
Confusion radiated from his bounty target. "Huh?"
Zorro unsheathed his weapons, moving the third sword hilt to clench in his teeth. "Eye shahid, eet ish har fur…"
MORE confusion from the man. "Huh!? What the HELL are you doing boy!?"
Sigh.
Right.
Capture this crew first, then try to find the nearest dropoff point for bounty collection, THEN explain to his new caught companions that one of the trickiest issues with learning/creating a three sword style of combat was difficulties met when attempting to communicate.
The bounty would have an easier time paying attention to the explanation after they had been tied up anyway.
Welp, time to earn some pocket change!
[[Oni Giri!]]
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- Location
- Earth U.S.
verycoolname
Not actually cool
I guess Zoro hasn't yet learned know how to use 'spirit' to communicate with the sword in his mouth?
(No seriously, that's Oda's explanation for how he talks while 'wielding' his third sword. And the Marines' fancy coats stay on their shoulders thanks to 'Justice' apparently. ...I love the guy.)
(No seriously, that's Oda's explanation for how he talks while 'wielding' his third sword. And the Marines' fancy coats stay on their shoulders thanks to 'Justice' apparently. ...I love the guy.)
So... Is Bell-mère accidentally terraforming her island into a mini Grandline? This is what happens when she grabs all those super ingredients from all over.
I wouldn't be surprised if The Ocean recognizes that the isle should only be able to exist on the Grandline and relocates them there to the New World.
Actually, something much scarier could happen. Various things get attracted to the resources she has there, long story short, the Grand Line moves and aims directly at them. Everyone freaks out and merely tries to survive things.
Hmm, The Grand Line is almost like a massive global leyline, and she's adding magic to her area by doing food magic.
Shortly, she's going to have boarding trades schools that turn out thousands (or maybe millions) of trained craft people, sailors, or whatever. The base educational level will be soaring. The East Blue will be known as the safest sea to raise a family shortly.
I wouldn't be surprised if The Ocean recognizes that the isle should only be able to exist on the Grandline and relocates them there to the New World.
Actually, something much scarier could happen. Various things get attracted to the resources she has there, long story short, the Grand Line moves and aims directly at them. Everyone freaks out and merely tries to survive things.
Hmm, The Grand Line is almost like a massive global leyline, and she's adding magic to her area by doing food magic.
Shortly, she's going to have boarding trades schools that turn out thousands (or maybe millions) of trained craft people, sailors, or whatever. The base educational level will be soaring. The East Blue will be known as the safest sea to raise a family shortly.
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Belle is about cause a Heartless Personal Assistance Automation Crisis (TM)!
Shadow is conceptually aware of paperwork and knows it is the enemy of fun after all.
It may be Ninja Heartless Secretaries all the way down. 🤔
Shadow is conceptually aware of paperwork and knows it is the enemy of fun after all.
It may be Ninja Heartless Secretaries all the way down. 🤔
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- Here
I'm only 3% confident about what you're trying to say here.
This is my attempt at translation:
My best guess is 'plotebal'==something like 'pleasant' instead of a word like 'potable', but nothing really fits here perfectly.
And yes, it is a very lovely place to sit down and not fight to the death. In the original Canon story, red hair shanks visits from the grand line, several members of the gold Rogers pirate crew retire here including that clown, this ocean in particular seems to be the place that everyone goes to not be in danger.
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I think what was meant was 'plottable'. As in, where you can easily map the entire thing with non-Grand Line techniques. Either that or 'predictable', if weather is the intended word.
Which does make sense for the Grandline being specifically unable to do as such because of all kinds of things. Granted it gets much worse for the second half.
Really, I think the East Blue not being a tradehub is it's more a 'retirement' sea. I don't recall offhand where the world nobles are situated, if the other seas have more of them or not. That would have at least some effect.
Though now I've got ideas on why the islands move around and such. The Sea is bored. Islands shifting around? That's the sea twiddling their 'thumbs'. Compasses going wonky? Maybe it's 'singing'. Or just doing little patterns in the field, in a limited area. With the specific workarounds ending up being 'points of stability'. Like little pieces of art that The Sea wants to keep around, so 'draw' around it. But still somewhat affected by other things. Not a perfect explanation, but this is just more or less off the top of my head.
Because there's all sorts of chaos that would happen if compasses started working in even part of the Grand Line. Or heck, even the calm belt having a way out that goes against the 'you will be trapped' if you're not prepared with something other than just sails. Though that's a bit of a separate thing.
Which does make sense for the Grandline being specifically unable to do as such because of all kinds of things. Granted it gets much worse for the second half.
Really, I think the East Blue not being a tradehub is it's more a 'retirement' sea. I don't recall offhand where the world nobles are situated, if the other seas have more of them or not. That would have at least some effect.
Though now I've got ideas on why the islands move around and such. The Sea is bored. Islands shifting around? That's the sea twiddling their 'thumbs'. Compasses going wonky? Maybe it's 'singing'. Or just doing little patterns in the field, in a limited area. With the specific workarounds ending up being 'points of stability'. Like little pieces of art that The Sea wants to keep around, so 'draw' around it. But still somewhat affected by other things. Not a perfect explanation, but this is just more or less off the top of my head.
Because there's all sorts of chaos that would happen if compasses started working in even part of the Grand Line. Or heck, even the calm belt having a way out that goes against the 'you will be trapped' if you're not prepared with something other than just sails. Though that's a bit of a separate thing.
- Location
- USA
Love the new chapter, I love how Belle-mère has been improving her island and village so much that it has become a city. I'm surprised that Tequila Wolf hasn't caught her attention though. And poor Robin, confused yet adapting/taking in what's happening, it's kinda impressive and you can see how she's managed to live this long...
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- Outside of the Omniverse slowly breaking in
All the people from the Grand Line that retire are going to love The Haunted Isle since it's like a tiny piece of the Grand Line without all the bullshit that crops up over their to deal with.
- Location
- Mt. Holly, North Carolina
Actually, I expect only one part of it is going to be like that. The Island Bellemere is on. The other areas are going to be orphanages/trade schools/markets and so on.
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