ProtagNeptune
[Cute is Justice] ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
- Location
- The Local Reality (A Shitty Game)
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Soo... he's going to make "Devil" Candies?
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Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
- Start date
- Crossover
- Status
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Soo... he's going to make "Devil" Candies?
He already did. Thats why the Devils Toe exists here. Due to Shadow Ofadam shenanigans over there. Just a minor case of conceptual ressonance effect.
Nothing to worry about. Unless you regulary eat the candy. Mebbe.
- Location
- Germany
I kind of hope those children will be taught the ancient lenguage of the lost age. That would cause even more waves once certain people find out about it
I know what it's about, so let me give you a summary of what you should know, Balls Deep on YouTube also have his thoughts about it when his long time theory, was proven true, so, you know Joy Boy, the man that made deals with a lot of beings and people, and stuffed a soul into a fruit for Every single Devil Fruit, where the Zoans have kept themselves still awake, somewhat, yeah, so there was a prophecy post-void century where the 2 kings would be reborn and meet once more, so one of those kings are Poseidon, who is also known has the Ancient Weapon Poseidon, King of the Sea, and it also says that the whales would sing joyfully for there meeting or the other ones return, the other one was the king during the Void Century who was great friends with Poseidon, this person was Joy Boy, so he decided at some point to stuff either his soul or his will into a fruit, making the last Devil Fruit, the Niki-Niki no mi or whatever it is or also called the Wisdom King fruit, which gave the user to use any ability of any creature that Joy Boy either met or studied, which is every Zoan Fruit and probably every Paramecia, though they can only use one Essentially Devil Fruit at any given point of time, but they can switch between them, and also they have Joy Boy in them lying dormant who may Reawaken when given enough motivation, which in the most recent chapters, he did reawaken, from Luffy, now that's all I know and all of that is mostly true, and you can tell the parts I don't remember, but for a little more detail you should watch Balls Deep's video on YouTube he did for this
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BazDog25
Woo
- Pronouns
- Baz
Y'know, I kinda doubt that this is true.
Even if it is the Nika nika no mi, Oda wouldn't kill off his main character and replace him with a shitty knock off version of a multi-century dead man the way Naruto Did.
Also, to keep this on point, I'm pretty sure that at this point Shadow would've sensed Joy Boy by sheer proximity, and completely derailed JoyBoy's plan if this were true.
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Kalibrius
God of reflection
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
You know I'm curious
What would happen if shadow ofadam wound up in yugioh? Considering all the things there it is filled with 'snacks'
And there is a card he would very much like
The useful but absurd continuous spell 'ginger bread house'
And a question but do you guys think the madolche archetype would fit shadow or?
What would happen if shadow ofadam wound up in yugioh? Considering all the things there it is filled with 'snacks'
And there is a card he would very much like
The useful but absurd continuous spell 'ginger bread house'
And a question but do you guys think the madolche archetype would fit shadow or?
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- Location
- Earth, Sol System, Virgo Supercluster, Earth-1218
Shadow's punishment is to be a CmptWiz version of Taylor?
- Location
- Here
Man, the next update is going to be a bit of a surprise to most people. I don't know how to deal with that.
***EDIT***
Still going to be today, though. No worries!
***EDIT***
Still going to be today, though. No worries!
Arc 4: Busy people and REALLY grounded Shadows.
- Location
- Here
So uh. Shadow may have gone on a bit of a creation spree when it came to Snack and Candy related skills/abilities/potential world conquering methods.
And lost track of time.
And maybe caused Bell-mère to have very odd dreams and put her a bit on edge for the last few days. A bit. But not on purpose!
His Host was… Well, apparently still annoyed at him. Mostly because she accidentally cooked a war omelet, but no one got hurt! She managed to Twist it away beyond the island, and you could barely hear the explosion!
Still, she was not happy.
Which was fair.
Gem was awesome like always, but uh… Yeah, Shadow was grounded in this world. For a while.
Her opinion on the topic only got STRONGER when they found out that a normal Devil Fruit would normally take decades to modify their Host's Soul for improvement and alteration.
Not seconds.
Thankfully, nothing was destabilized. Much.
But uh. Yeah, Shadow was basically told 'Stop That' and had to wait until Bell-mère's Soul fully recovered before the thing was allowed to be further prodded and massaged and stuff.
Also, maybe it would be wise to give her a bit of time to adapt to the massive number of abilities and powers.
Like the immortal Heartless Helper army crafted from her own shadow and her massive invincible monster summon, her new deadly delicious cooking skills and… Sigh.
Theoretically, all he had to do was calm down and wait a little while. A year at most, tops!
But honestly, Shadow himself was a pretty hyperactive guy. No really, it was true!
Which is why he was NOT for this plan. At all.
Basically, there was this… This 'growth and recovery' mode that the Spirit Fruit could hibernate into.
Like a deep near-coma thing, where the Yami Yami no Mi would triple its growth and recovery rate while mentally checking out of reality and stabilizing itself.
It was the default method of recovery after gaining a new Host, and full functionality would return after the fruit 'Awakened' at some later point.
But that sounded BORING!
SO boring!
Even if Shadow split up and had one go off on the next adventure, ONE of him would have to sit here and have to have nap time! A LONG one!
And he wasn't sleepy! Not at all! Nuh uh!
True, that might be due to the massive mountains of pure sugar and raw energy he had consumed recently, but still! Sleeping was for NERDS!
Gem pulsed a poke, and Shadow grumbled.
It was unfair, that's what it was. Sure, his other selves would have awesome adventures and stuff, and eventually he would wake up and continue doing cool things while learning how to become a more delicious fruit, but… It sounded SO BORING!
And there wasn't much of a choice. If he split into two people or more, even if he won some sort of bet or challenge he would ALSO still be stuck here and forced to take a nap!
In the Darkness of Bell-mère's Soul, her Shadow mumbled and grumbled as the soft pink Gem began to hum a soothing melody.
Of evening falling over the endless forest, of the Dark of the depths and the tides of change.
Tunes of work long born and tasks finally completed, of weary muscles and worn bones.
But Shadow wasn't going to pause his adventure! He had so… Ah, so much to do!
There was the… The kabob skewer slicing techniques to… To modify and…
A soft pink glow. [[A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain… Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting… Waiting to sail your worries away.]]
That… That wasn't fair, Gem. Not fair at… At all.
He wasn't sle… Sleepy…
He…
Z̨̬̺͎͠z̀͏̦͚̳̮̰ͅz̡̠̫̖͞͠z҉̰͓̯z̞̬͖͙̟͙̲͠z̷̘̬̯̗̞͍̻̜͝ͅz͔̙̻̪̠͈͎z̬͓̙̞͖̕͝ͅ.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Bell-mère felt her shoulders slump as the endless pulses of power FINALLY stopped surging through her body.
The slightly manic edge of her raw energy slowed, and the feeling of too much energy ebbed.
She paused, having finished reviewing the Haunted Shop requests over five times tonight… And finally felt like she could take a break without being jittery or on edge.
Oh, she hadn't felt tired exactly… But a bit too full. Too large for her body, almost.
Now… Now a soothing breeze was flowing through her mind.
[[So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave goodbye to cares of the day… And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain… Sail far away from Lullaby Bay.]]
She held back a yawn, as if some endless pressure had suddenly fallen away… And gently began moving files back to their folders.
She could review all this later… One last check on the girls and her current house guest, then she could sleep for the night.
Considering that she hadn't even noticed how odd it was that she had skipped sleep for the last few weeks, it was probably beyond time for a good day off anyway.
Her smile was softer as she hummed through the house… To check her girls and call it a night.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Phil blinked. "Another candy shop?"
His friend grunted. "Yeah, it will go under and get bought out in a week or so. Half these amateurs don't even understand the art of confectionaries, they just be johnny-come-latelies."
Oh, not this again. "You only sold barbecue flavored taffy."
A glare! "You only NEED barbecue flavored taffy! None of this salt water or caramel crap, get some savory going! None of this pandering to the vanilla and chocolate crowd for me!"
For goodness sake. "You charged way too much for it!"
The glare hardened. "Quality is expensive."
Oh whatever. "I'm just saying, ever since the 'Haunted Spree' half the new shops sell snacks and stuff. It's a bit much."
He grumbled. "These new guys got no class. Just selling lollipops and gumballs with no passion and hoping the ghostly princess will show up again and throw Beri's at them… Where's the professionalism, I ask ya? They give all us cooks a bad name!"
Sigh. "You're not a cook, Jordan."
But he was ignored again. "They don't even do quality control half the time! I once got some salted nuts and you wouldn't believe how badly distributed the salt was! I told you about them right? That shifty couple two streets down?"
The Brendenson couple. Lovely people. "Yes, you told me about them." Repeatedly. For weeks now.
A snort! "You need more drive than that to break into the culinary world I say! You need a dream, passion, a goal to fight towards!"
Speaking of which, a nice package of salted pistachios sounded really good right now. And unlike some of these new stores trying to cash in on weird nights like when most of the city's shops got bought out, the Brendenson's shop had some good deals apparently…
Even if Jordan had high standards, those were some damn fine nuts.
Speaking of the guy. "I tell's ya, Phil: No one understand the HEART of a chef anymore! The core of the career, the passion of the pâtissier!"
Oh god damn it, Jordan. "Bro, you are not a chef."
He gasped! "What did you say!?"
Nope, none of that. "You don't even know any recipes. Except for that one barbecue taffy thing you keep working on, you have NEVER made anything else!"
Indignation! "It's not about QUANTITY, you plebeian! Artists must reach for perfection! For quality!"
Sigh. "Look Jordan, you got to look at the market… I mean, I know it tastes…" Strange and the last batch had an odd texture. "...Alright. But it isn't popular with a large share of the taffy customer base, right?"
He snorted. "As if I would listen to those doubters. They should be GLAD I permitted them to buy my amazing cuisine."
Whatever. They would just have this same argument in ten minutes when the next new candy shop shows up on the street. "Let's keep walking, eh? Been a long day."
The glare didn't go away… Until he sighed, slumping. "Sometimes I forget how it feels to be like you, lost and without purpose. A man who has no future, and hasn't dedicated his life towards a goal…"
Oh fuck off. "Man, I feel like having a good snack. Wonder if the Brendenson's shop is still open?"
Heh, he lit up with rage again. "THOSE unprofessional assholes!?"
There, rant about that shit again. Leave Phil's lack of direction and mysterious future goals out of it, thank you very much.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Garp D. Monkey, a massive man of age and power, known to foes and allies as 'Garp the Fist' for his powerful punches and respected as a powerful Marine vice admiral… Was bored out of his mind.
Something something pirates, something something those noble assholes, something something…
Zzz…
An impact, too light to even notice, smacked into his face. "Huh? Wha?"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku again? Oh, he had thrown Garp's empty snack bowl at his face. "What ya do that for!?"
The man's eye twitched. "Do not SLEEP in the middle of the mission briefing!"
Meh. He started picking his nose. "It's all a waste of time anyway! Rich snooty assholes whining that a bunch of farms blew up because they used crap equipment, we know already. Just tell 'em we are working on it and then we can go back to ignoring the bastards."
Stuff started to devolve from there, as the other Marines became red faced and started yelling things and something or other and… Oh, here was his spare bag of chips!
Chomp. Crunch crunch crunch.
The random rambling fell away and Garp blinked. "Huh? Sorry, were you guys saying something?"
Ah good, the noise was back. That meant he could enjoy this snack without actually missing anything important until they gave up again.
Ignoring the growing rage in the room, he considered if he still had that jerky in his room, or if he should just go bash around the trainees for a while to work up a bit of a sweat. Maybe check in on his grandson and those other brats in a week or so?
Not like any real work could get done anyway until the rich morons stopped wasting everyone's time. Might as well distribute a few 'Fists of Love' and teach those wimps a bit of backbone!
Bwahaha!
He ignored the confusion caused by his random laughter and nodded to himself.
Leadership was a challenge sometimes.
Chomp. Crunch crunch crunch.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The crowd of noisy, shouting, costumed children swept over the newly constructed island extension as the bystanders watched.
Hmm. She glanced at the time. "Going to see that giant sea beast again?"
Her friend grumbled. "Yeah. I still say that monster is a Sea King."
Sigh.
No, don't get into the argument. Let it go. "At least he's good at entertaining the children."
The woman beside her snorted. "He's a jungle gym! If our Bell-mère didn't have that so-called 'ship cow' on such a tight leash, he'd have accidentally drowned one of those rugrats by now!"
Well yeah, probably. "The outsiders still haven't noticed her?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Though I was being pranked myself when the boys didn't recognize her when she flew into my shop. A cackling woman with wings of Darkness shows up out of nowhere to purchase all of our inventory, and not ONE of them recognizes her."
Her own memories flickered back to then. "To be fair, if I looked that good acting crazy…"
The other grumbled. "Can't just blame it on the perverted nature of my guys, though I understand them on that point. Like, she was technically wearing clothing, but tight stuff like that while flying? In a skirt no less?"
She shrugged as the complaining of her friend continued. "But they stare at her legs all the time anyway! Her identity should be obvious! Greg can recognize a 'hot piece of ass' at a dozen fathoms, and normally recognizes our Marine Princess on sight… But nope! Not one of them noticed who she was or believed me when I told them. Smacked 'em all good for that bullshit."
Huh. "You think it is another one of those ghost tricks she does?"
A shrug. "Maybe? Talk to the newbies and visitors sometime. You'll find that anything related to her seems to just slip out of their focus unless they stick around for a while and talk to her a bit. I abused that a couple of times to mess with some of the more pushy assholes. Confused 'em good."
Neither of the two women noticed as they continued to gossip and bicker and talk, but without something to pull their focus their conversations diverted over time to the odd new shipments of seasonings they had seen last week and the high price of salmon recently and that new shop down by the east side that…
And the details about how tricky it was to consider Bell-mère's odd situation drifted away like usual.
Just like how written reports left out similar details as 'less important', and how rumors focused on other topics or idealized versions of past events…
But the children didn't care because today they were going to go swimming with Momoo in the shallow waters before this new school stuff got going and the adults ALWAYS had lots of work to do, so such things went mostly unnoticed and entirely glossed over.
Still not a perfect form of information defense, but Shadow would have been fairly proud about how his initial attempts at [[Dim Memories]] had turned out… If he wasn't snoozing in his Host's Soul right now.
It was starting to confuse Robin though, because her notes had a LOT of random comments in them that no longer felt important and she hadn't spent enough time around her hideout's homeowner long enough to get full immunity to the effect yet… But she was an adaptable girl and she'd be fine.
Maybe a tad more frustrated than normal, but fine.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
He grinned at his crewmates, smug. "Did it again."
"Huh?" "Oh shit, you didn't!" "It's Alex, of course he fucking would." "Damn it, he's pushing his luck!" "How does he keep getting away with lying about stuff like this?" "We are ALL going to be screwed when this falls… Oh shit." """"CAPTAIN!""""
The old man nodded. "At ease."
They all dropped the salute, and now he was sweating bullets at the stares focused on him.
The captain paced over, slowly. "I hear tale that one of my boys told the inspection crew that some of our less documented cargo was off to royalty… And when coming down to confirm this, I heard something. Something interesting."
Oh shit.
Oh double shit.
His worn eyes didn't blink. "You got something to say, son?"
Fuck. Best own up to it. "Sir! I am responsible, SIR!"
Not even a flicker of opinion. "Responsible for what, specifically."
His pay was going to be docked for weeks. "For claiming that cargo in section 21b was to be delivered to royalty, Sir!"
A nod. "And how am I unaware of such a prestigious client?" The glare sharpened. "More importantly, how did the automatic confirmation procedures approve it without detaining all our crew and confiscating our ship until follow up investigations concluded?"
A chill swept the deck as he felt his mouth dry. "S… Sir?"
The old man growled. "Royalty is treated special, lad. Always had, always is, always will be. Even when they don't use their fancy Marine escorts, even when smuggling or doing things 'incognito', there are procedures."
A pit grew in his chest as the deadly words continued. "Our crew is not on the 'unknown' list, the unwritten shipment lanes. Our people are not cleared. Our ship has not been certified."
A worn eye burned into him. "Confinement would have been the BEST outcome for your actions, if not torture and worse."
What had he… How… "Sir… I… I…"
The withered hand waved it all away. "Oh, I know you morons wouldn't have done that sort of crazy shit on purpose, but that's water under the bow by now. I need to know why we are NOT being granted the tender nonexistent mercies of the World Government right now."
His heart shivered at the captain's look as the man continued. "Tell me what you said. Word for word."
It… It took a few tries.
His mouth felt too dry and his body too hot with chills and fear racing in his veins.
A touch of confusion was returned by those eyes. "That wouldn't be enough. Not to just skip all rules and procedures like this. Not unless you claimed our client was a Celestial… Oh…"
Suddenly MURDER was in his captains eyes. "Which member of royalty did you claim to be our client, SPECIFICALLY?"
EEP! "I SAID IT WAS FOR THE PRINCESS! THE GHOST PRINCESS!"
And the death was gone and replaced by raw confusion. "What?"
MAY THE SEAS HAVE MERCY! "I SAID IT WAS FOR THE PRINCESS OF THE HAUNTED ISLE, FOR THE GHOST PRINCESS HERSELF!"
Something flickered in the Captain's eyes, and began to fade… Yet raw Willpower gripped the untouchable with Determination. "Say it again. Keep saying it, slow."
And he babbled. About his hometown and how everyone recently worked for a miraculous woman and how everything seemed to work out if you believed in her and how the world seemed to change around her presence like the tides after a storm.
His crewmates seemed to be continuously confused and losing track of the topic despite how focused they tried to remain, but his Captain seemed to be forcing an unknowable into focus. "And you claimed our shipment was going to this Bell… This Ba…"
Tense, he reconfirmed it. "With Ms. Bell-mère Sir! The Ghost Princess!"
Something about that second half seemed easier to grasp… But not for the still confused crew. "Right. And she be on the Haunted Isle's of Plenty? This… This Ghost Princess?"
THAT somehow the crew could somehow hold in their minds. Just… Not well. Not enough to focus on it fully.
But the Captain now was able to have a firm grip on nothing and began to ponder. "I… I've heard of the Isle of Plenty. Several times. Why hadn't I have us sail there for cargo? It wasn't that far off our normal route…"
He shivered, but answered his captain. "I have suggested it before, Sir, but no one seemed to be interested. And most people seemed to forget when I tried… It's why, when our questionable cargo was being inspected way back then, I panicked and claimed it was for her."
Had been scared shitless back then. "And uh… It all worked out, as long as I believed in the Princess."
Suddenly those slightly foggy eyes were focused with clarity. "So you kept doing it?"
He nodded. "The spirits watched over us, and she's never let us down before."
And thanking the Darkness and the Ghosts of the Sea always felt right after those claims. Each and every time he called upon the Ghost Princess's identity, his faith had been rewarded… It became a natural instinct when being questioned about impossible things by powerful people.
Just like all the other times, his faith in the Princess was rewarded now once again. "Come up to my cabin, and tell me more about your island and this Princess. As for the rest of you louts, get to work! We are changing our next port. Let's see how haunted those islands really are."
His relief at not being keelhauled vanished as he realized he was soon going to have to tell Bell-mère what he had been using her identity to do over the last few weeks.
Shit, he was going to get cursed or something! Ghost Princess, protect me from… Wait, that wouldn't work!
Ahh!
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
'Slumber' was wrong as the coma did lie…
As sleep wouldn't wander and dreams couldn't fly.
As night claimed the Soul and the Shadows curled deep…
Something unseen did most things but sleep.
A shade is an absence, a void and a lack.
A shade is the crafting of nothing held back.
And as healing spiraled onwards, and calmness reigned in the deep…
A born twin Consumed Inwards, leaving Darkness to its Sleep.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
He/She/It was locked away again.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
The Darkness kept out the memories, but their mind couldn't. Not that they would. Why would they? Their blood was Black.
[[Hey Crona… Uh. You alright?]]
The words came from their blood.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
[[It was… I mean, I know you liked that bunny but… I mean….]]
The scream as the tiny body died in their hands. The tiny life, the one that trusted them.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Damn Medusa, what kind of mother would do this to her child…]]
Compassion from Ragnarok himself, despite being destroyed and forever fused with their blood.
They didn't know how to deal with that.
This room, if room it could be called, was another home in a way after all these imprisonments.
Despite no food or water, and the struggle to survive, it was a constant. Almost a form of comfort, when locked away here for failing mother again.
They didn't know how to deal with comfort.
[[Hey hey! None of that! We just… We just need to do better, yeah? Like, we stabbed that bunny good, right!? Yeah! And… Oh. Oh shit. Sorry.]]
An apology from their own blood.
They didn't know how to handle that. But at least their blood was Black.
[[Look, I'm not good with the empathy stuff, but… I mean, at least I'm here with you, yeah?]]
They didnt know how to handle Compassion from their own blood. Their blood was Black.
Even in this sealed and unlit room, there were four familiar friends.
Hello, Mr. Corner.
Yes, I've come once again.
Finding solace with Mr. Corner might actually be a bit odd… But they didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Crap, I think Medusa cracked more bones than just your arm… They didn't mend right. I'm going to need to… Shit. Crona, clench your teeth!]]
Their eyes grew wide! They didn't know how to deal with…
C̷̛̭̬͙̥̫̘̦͍͎͔͓̫̫̮̪ŗ̵̵͙̗͕̜̘̺̀͠ͅa̴̢͈̼̗̗͈̫͉͙̝͉̪̤̗̜͚̱̦̝͜c̴͚̹͕̪̫͇̯͕̳̘̙̯͇̺͘k̡̗̦͔͙̕!
.
The pain was an old comrade, even if it never talked to them.
They curled up in Mr. Corner tighter, but at least they weren't bleeding.
After all, their blood was Black.
[[Damn it, there… That should do it. But to heal all of this properly, I need… We don't have enough food… Shit.]]
At least their tears couldn't be seen here. Not in the Darkness.
If someone could see their pain, they wouldn't know how to deal with that.
How to handle witnesses...
Kill. [[Kill.]] Kill. [[Kill.]]
They bet dead people are easier to get along with.
Not like living people.
They didn't know how to deal with living people.
[[I need more than this! I can't… I can't keep us stable without something to work with… Not without some serious sacrifices…]]
They didn't respond, or know how to deal with the concept.
[[If I sacrifice our Black Blood, at least some of it… It might keep us stable… But it would damage me. Damage us.]]
A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.
But… They could deal with such losses. Their voice cracked in the silence. "I can use my screams to blow them all away…" That was sound, right?
A scream was a sound.
Or was it?
The confusion was half caused by heavy damage to their body and the frantic attempts of their Black Blood to recover from it… And the conflict was ongoing and persistent.
They didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Your body is getting dangerously thin… Maybe… Maybe I will only have to do this once? I… I won't lose too much of myself with only carving out a bit of me, right? Right?]]
Crona hid in Mr. Corner, in the Darkness. Their body semi-stabilized, for the moment.
They couldn't deal with this.
[[If… If I change, or if I forget, you won't let me go… Right Crona? We'll be together?]]
This much they knew: Their Blood was Black.
[[Heh… Yeah. YEAH! I mean, you get hurt all the time, right? And we made it through all those challenges, I can take a bit of damage, no problem! Heck, your boy Ragnorok might even become MORE awesome, right!? Make sure to thank me, got it!? Remember that!]]
They didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Maybe instead of just stabbing people with our Black Blood and turning into blades and stuff I could… I don't know, become armor and stuff! And stop your mom from hurting us so bad! And even save those stupid little animals that she keeps making you… Uh. I mean, I could save us, right!?]]
Mr. Corner was covered in Darkness.
[[Yeah, this… This isn't so scary! Yeah, I just need to… To carve out some of… I just…]]
In the Darkest moment, at a critical point in time, hidden in a locked room without Light by a woman without compassion or concern…
A sleeping clone of Shadow found a Black home.
Without understanding or control, a brother suddenly found an endless source of Power despite not carving his own existence to save his partner. The Power of Darkness itself, which began to blend and strengthen their blood… For it was Black.
None of them knew how to deal with that.
And lost track of time.
And maybe caused Bell-mère to have very odd dreams and put her a bit on edge for the last few days. A bit. But not on purpose!
His Host was… Well, apparently still annoyed at him. Mostly because she accidentally cooked a war omelet, but no one got hurt! She managed to Twist it away beyond the island, and you could barely hear the explosion!
Still, she was not happy.
Which was fair.
Gem was awesome like always, but uh… Yeah, Shadow was grounded in this world. For a while.
Her opinion on the topic only got STRONGER when they found out that a normal Devil Fruit would normally take decades to modify their Host's Soul for improvement and alteration.
Not seconds.
Thankfully, nothing was destabilized. Much.
But uh. Yeah, Shadow was basically told 'Stop That' and had to wait until Bell-mère's Soul fully recovered before the thing was allowed to be further prodded and massaged and stuff.
Also, maybe it would be wise to give her a bit of time to adapt to the massive number of abilities and powers.
Like the immortal Heartless Helper army crafted from her own shadow and her massive invincible monster summon, her new deadly delicious cooking skills and… Sigh.
Theoretically, all he had to do was calm down and wait a little while. A year at most, tops!
But honestly, Shadow himself was a pretty hyperactive guy. No really, it was true!
Which is why he was NOT for this plan. At all.
Basically, there was this… This 'growth and recovery' mode that the Spirit Fruit could hibernate into.
Like a deep near-coma thing, where the Yami Yami no Mi would triple its growth and recovery rate while mentally checking out of reality and stabilizing itself.
It was the default method of recovery after gaining a new Host, and full functionality would return after the fruit 'Awakened' at some later point.
But that sounded BORING!
SO boring!
Even if Shadow split up and had one go off on the next adventure, ONE of him would have to sit here and have to have nap time! A LONG one!
And he wasn't sleepy! Not at all! Nuh uh!
True, that might be due to the massive mountains of pure sugar and raw energy he had consumed recently, but still! Sleeping was for NERDS!
Gem pulsed a poke, and Shadow grumbled.
It was unfair, that's what it was. Sure, his other selves would have awesome adventures and stuff, and eventually he would wake up and continue doing cool things while learning how to become a more delicious fruit, but… It sounded SO BORING!
And there wasn't much of a choice. If he split into two people or more, even if he won some sort of bet or challenge he would ALSO still be stuck here and forced to take a nap!
In the Darkness of Bell-mère's Soul, her Shadow mumbled and grumbled as the soft pink Gem began to hum a soothing melody.
Of evening falling over the endless forest, of the Dark of the depths and the tides of change.
Tunes of work long born and tasks finally completed, of weary muscles and worn bones.
But Shadow wasn't going to pause his adventure! He had so… Ah, so much to do!
There was the… The kabob skewer slicing techniques to… To modify and…
A soft pink glow. [[A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain… Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting… Waiting to sail your worries away.]]
That… That wasn't fair, Gem. Not fair at… At all.
He wasn't sle… Sleepy…
He…
Z̨̬̺͎͠z̀͏̦͚̳̮̰ͅz̡̠̫̖͞͠z҉̰͓̯z̞̬͖͙̟͙̲͠z̷̘̬̯̗̞͍̻̜͝ͅz͔̙̻̪̠͈͎z̬͓̙̞͖̕͝ͅ.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Bell-mère felt her shoulders slump as the endless pulses of power FINALLY stopped surging through her body.
The slightly manic edge of her raw energy slowed, and the feeling of too much energy ebbed.
She paused, having finished reviewing the Haunted Shop requests over five times tonight… And finally felt like she could take a break without being jittery or on edge.
Oh, she hadn't felt tired exactly… But a bit too full. Too large for her body, almost.
Now… Now a soothing breeze was flowing through her mind.
[[So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain. Wave goodbye to cares of the day… And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain… Sail far away from Lullaby Bay.]]
She held back a yawn, as if some endless pressure had suddenly fallen away… And gently began moving files back to their folders.
She could review all this later… One last check on the girls and her current house guest, then she could sleep for the night.
Considering that she hadn't even noticed how odd it was that she had skipped sleep for the last few weeks, it was probably beyond time for a good day off anyway.
Her smile was softer as she hummed through the house… To check her girls and call it a night.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Phil blinked. "Another candy shop?"
His friend grunted. "Yeah, it will go under and get bought out in a week or so. Half these amateurs don't even understand the art of confectionaries, they just be johnny-come-latelies."
Oh, not this again. "You only sold barbecue flavored taffy."
A glare! "You only NEED barbecue flavored taffy! None of this salt water or caramel crap, get some savory going! None of this pandering to the vanilla and chocolate crowd for me!"
For goodness sake. "You charged way too much for it!"
The glare hardened. "Quality is expensive."
Oh whatever. "I'm just saying, ever since the 'Haunted Spree' half the new shops sell snacks and stuff. It's a bit much."
He grumbled. "These new guys got no class. Just selling lollipops and gumballs with no passion and hoping the ghostly princess will show up again and throw Beri's at them… Where's the professionalism, I ask ya? They give all us cooks a bad name!"
Sigh. "You're not a cook, Jordan."
But he was ignored again. "They don't even do quality control half the time! I once got some salted nuts and you wouldn't believe how badly distributed the salt was! I told you about them right? That shifty couple two streets down?"
The Brendenson couple. Lovely people. "Yes, you told me about them." Repeatedly. For weeks now.
A snort! "You need more drive than that to break into the culinary world I say! You need a dream, passion, a goal to fight towards!"
Speaking of which, a nice package of salted pistachios sounded really good right now. And unlike some of these new stores trying to cash in on weird nights like when most of the city's shops got bought out, the Brendenson's shop had some good deals apparently…
Even if Jordan had high standards, those were some damn fine nuts.
Speaking of the guy. "I tell's ya, Phil: No one understand the HEART of a chef anymore! The core of the career, the passion of the pâtissier!"
Oh god damn it, Jordan. "Bro, you are not a chef."
He gasped! "What did you say!?"
Nope, none of that. "You don't even know any recipes. Except for that one barbecue taffy thing you keep working on, you have NEVER made anything else!"
Indignation! "It's not about QUANTITY, you plebeian! Artists must reach for perfection! For quality!"
Sigh. "Look Jordan, you got to look at the market… I mean, I know it tastes…" Strange and the last batch had an odd texture. "...Alright. But it isn't popular with a large share of the taffy customer base, right?"
He snorted. "As if I would listen to those doubters. They should be GLAD I permitted them to buy my amazing cuisine."
Whatever. They would just have this same argument in ten minutes when the next new candy shop shows up on the street. "Let's keep walking, eh? Been a long day."
The glare didn't go away… Until he sighed, slumping. "Sometimes I forget how it feels to be like you, lost and without purpose. A man who has no future, and hasn't dedicated his life towards a goal…"
Oh fuck off. "Man, I feel like having a good snack. Wonder if the Brendenson's shop is still open?"
Heh, he lit up with rage again. "THOSE unprofessional assholes!?"
There, rant about that shit again. Leave Phil's lack of direction and mysterious future goals out of it, thank you very much.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Garp D. Monkey, a massive man of age and power, known to foes and allies as 'Garp the Fist' for his powerful punches and respected as a powerful Marine vice admiral… Was bored out of his mind.
Something something pirates, something something those noble assholes, something something…
Zzz…
An impact, too light to even notice, smacked into his face. "Huh? Wha?"
Fleet Admiral Sengoku again? Oh, he had thrown Garp's empty snack bowl at his face. "What ya do that for!?"
The man's eye twitched. "Do not SLEEP in the middle of the mission briefing!"
Meh. He started picking his nose. "It's all a waste of time anyway! Rich snooty assholes whining that a bunch of farms blew up because they used crap equipment, we know already. Just tell 'em we are working on it and then we can go back to ignoring the bastards."
Stuff started to devolve from there, as the other Marines became red faced and started yelling things and something or other and… Oh, here was his spare bag of chips!
Chomp. Crunch crunch crunch.
The random rambling fell away and Garp blinked. "Huh? Sorry, were you guys saying something?"
Ah good, the noise was back. That meant he could enjoy this snack without actually missing anything important until they gave up again.
Ignoring the growing rage in the room, he considered if he still had that jerky in his room, or if he should just go bash around the trainees for a while to work up a bit of a sweat. Maybe check in on his grandson and those other brats in a week or so?
Not like any real work could get done anyway until the rich morons stopped wasting everyone's time. Might as well distribute a few 'Fists of Love' and teach those wimps a bit of backbone!
Bwahaha!
He ignored the confusion caused by his random laughter and nodded to himself.
Leadership was a challenge sometimes.
Chomp. Crunch crunch crunch.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The crowd of noisy, shouting, costumed children swept over the newly constructed island extension as the bystanders watched.
Hmm. She glanced at the time. "Going to see that giant sea beast again?"
Her friend grumbled. "Yeah. I still say that monster is a Sea King."
Sigh.
No, don't get into the argument. Let it go. "At least he's good at entertaining the children."
The woman beside her snorted. "He's a jungle gym! If our Bell-mère didn't have that so-called 'ship cow' on such a tight leash, he'd have accidentally drowned one of those rugrats by now!"
Well yeah, probably. "The outsiders still haven't noticed her?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Though I was being pranked myself when the boys didn't recognize her when she flew into my shop. A cackling woman with wings of Darkness shows up out of nowhere to purchase all of our inventory, and not ONE of them recognizes her."
Her own memories flickered back to then. "To be fair, if I looked that good acting crazy…"
The other grumbled. "Can't just blame it on the perverted nature of my guys, though I understand them on that point. Like, she was technically wearing clothing, but tight stuff like that while flying? In a skirt no less?"
She shrugged as the complaining of her friend continued. "But they stare at her legs all the time anyway! Her identity should be obvious! Greg can recognize a 'hot piece of ass' at a dozen fathoms, and normally recognizes our Marine Princess on sight… But nope! Not one of them noticed who she was or believed me when I told them. Smacked 'em all good for that bullshit."
Huh. "You think it is another one of those ghost tricks she does?"
A shrug. "Maybe? Talk to the newbies and visitors sometime. You'll find that anything related to her seems to just slip out of their focus unless they stick around for a while and talk to her a bit. I abused that a couple of times to mess with some of the more pushy assholes. Confused 'em good."
Neither of the two women noticed as they continued to gossip and bicker and talk, but without something to pull their focus their conversations diverted over time to the odd new shipments of seasonings they had seen last week and the high price of salmon recently and that new shop down by the east side that…
And the details about how tricky it was to consider Bell-mère's odd situation drifted away like usual.
Just like how written reports left out similar details as 'less important', and how rumors focused on other topics or idealized versions of past events…
But the children didn't care because today they were going to go swimming with Momoo in the shallow waters before this new school stuff got going and the adults ALWAYS had lots of work to do, so such things went mostly unnoticed and entirely glossed over.
Still not a perfect form of information defense, but Shadow would have been fairly proud about how his initial attempts at [[Dim Memories]] had turned out… If he wasn't snoozing in his Host's Soul right now.
It was starting to confuse Robin though, because her notes had a LOT of random comments in them that no longer felt important and she hadn't spent enough time around her hideout's homeowner long enough to get full immunity to the effect yet… But she was an adaptable girl and she'd be fine.
Maybe a tad more frustrated than normal, but fine.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
He grinned at his crewmates, smug. "Did it again."
"Huh?" "Oh shit, you didn't!" "It's Alex, of course he fucking would." "Damn it, he's pushing his luck!" "How does he keep getting away with lying about stuff like this?" "We are ALL going to be screwed when this falls… Oh shit." """"CAPTAIN!""""
The old man nodded. "At ease."
They all dropped the salute, and now he was sweating bullets at the stares focused on him.
The captain paced over, slowly. "I hear tale that one of my boys told the inspection crew that some of our less documented cargo was off to royalty… And when coming down to confirm this, I heard something. Something interesting."
Oh shit.
Oh double shit.
His worn eyes didn't blink. "You got something to say, son?"
Fuck. Best own up to it. "Sir! I am responsible, SIR!"
Not even a flicker of opinion. "Responsible for what, specifically."
His pay was going to be docked for weeks. "For claiming that cargo in section 21b was to be delivered to royalty, Sir!"
A nod. "And how am I unaware of such a prestigious client?" The glare sharpened. "More importantly, how did the automatic confirmation procedures approve it without detaining all our crew and confiscating our ship until follow up investigations concluded?"
A chill swept the deck as he felt his mouth dry. "S… Sir?"
The old man growled. "Royalty is treated special, lad. Always had, always is, always will be. Even when they don't use their fancy Marine escorts, even when smuggling or doing things 'incognito', there are procedures."
A pit grew in his chest as the deadly words continued. "Our crew is not on the 'unknown' list, the unwritten shipment lanes. Our people are not cleared. Our ship has not been certified."
A worn eye burned into him. "Confinement would have been the BEST outcome for your actions, if not torture and worse."
What had he… How… "Sir… I… I…"
The withered hand waved it all away. "Oh, I know you morons wouldn't have done that sort of crazy shit on purpose, but that's water under the bow by now. I need to know why we are NOT being granted the tender nonexistent mercies of the World Government right now."
His heart shivered at the captain's look as the man continued. "Tell me what you said. Word for word."
It… It took a few tries.
His mouth felt too dry and his body too hot with chills and fear racing in his veins.
A touch of confusion was returned by those eyes. "That wouldn't be enough. Not to just skip all rules and procedures like this. Not unless you claimed our client was a Celestial… Oh…"
Suddenly MURDER was in his captains eyes. "Which member of royalty did you claim to be our client, SPECIFICALLY?"
EEP! "I SAID IT WAS FOR THE PRINCESS! THE GHOST PRINCESS!"
And the death was gone and replaced by raw confusion. "What?"
MAY THE SEAS HAVE MERCY! "I SAID IT WAS FOR THE PRINCESS OF THE HAUNTED ISLE, FOR THE GHOST PRINCESS HERSELF!"
Something flickered in the Captain's eyes, and began to fade… Yet raw Willpower gripped the untouchable with Determination. "Say it again. Keep saying it, slow."
And he babbled. About his hometown and how everyone recently worked for a miraculous woman and how everything seemed to work out if you believed in her and how the world seemed to change around her presence like the tides after a storm.
His crewmates seemed to be continuously confused and losing track of the topic despite how focused they tried to remain, but his Captain seemed to be forcing an unknowable into focus. "And you claimed our shipment was going to this Bell… This Ba…"
Tense, he reconfirmed it. "With Ms. Bell-mère Sir! The Ghost Princess!"
Something about that second half seemed easier to grasp… But not for the still confused crew. "Right. And she be on the Haunted Isle's of Plenty? This… This Ghost Princess?"
THAT somehow the crew could somehow hold in their minds. Just… Not well. Not enough to focus on it fully.
But the Captain now was able to have a firm grip on nothing and began to ponder. "I… I've heard of the Isle of Plenty. Several times. Why hadn't I have us sail there for cargo? It wasn't that far off our normal route…"
He shivered, but answered his captain. "I have suggested it before, Sir, but no one seemed to be interested. And most people seemed to forget when I tried… It's why, when our questionable cargo was being inspected way back then, I panicked and claimed it was for her."
Had been scared shitless back then. "And uh… It all worked out, as long as I believed in the Princess."
Suddenly those slightly foggy eyes were focused with clarity. "So you kept doing it?"
He nodded. "The spirits watched over us, and she's never let us down before."
And thanking the Darkness and the Ghosts of the Sea always felt right after those claims. Each and every time he called upon the Ghost Princess's identity, his faith had been rewarded… It became a natural instinct when being questioned about impossible things by powerful people.
Just like all the other times, his faith in the Princess was rewarded now once again. "Come up to my cabin, and tell me more about your island and this Princess. As for the rest of you louts, get to work! We are changing our next port. Let's see how haunted those islands really are."
His relief at not being keelhauled vanished as he realized he was soon going to have to tell Bell-mère what he had been using her identity to do over the last few weeks.
Shit, he was going to get cursed or something! Ghost Princess, protect me from… Wait, that wouldn't work!
Ahh!
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
'Slumber' was wrong as the coma did lie…
As sleep wouldn't wander and dreams couldn't fly.
As night claimed the Soul and the Shadows curled deep…
Something unseen did most things but sleep.
A shade is an absence, a void and a lack.
A shade is the crafting of nothing held back.
And as healing spiraled onwards, and calmness reigned in the deep…
A born twin Consumed Inwards, leaving Darkness to its Sleep.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
He/She/It was locked away again.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
The Darkness kept out the memories, but their mind couldn't. Not that they would. Why would they? Their blood was Black.
[[Hey Crona… Uh. You alright?]]
The words came from their blood.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
[[It was… I mean, I know you liked that bunny but… I mean….]]
The scream as the tiny body died in their hands. The tiny life, the one that trusted them.
It didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Damn Medusa, what kind of mother would do this to her child…]]
Compassion from Ragnarok himself, despite being destroyed and forever fused with their blood.
They didn't know how to deal with that.
This room, if room it could be called, was another home in a way after all these imprisonments.
Despite no food or water, and the struggle to survive, it was a constant. Almost a form of comfort, when locked away here for failing mother again.
They didn't know how to deal with comfort.
[[Hey hey! None of that! We just… We just need to do better, yeah? Like, we stabbed that bunny good, right!? Yeah! And… Oh. Oh shit. Sorry.]]
An apology from their own blood.
They didn't know how to handle that. But at least their blood was Black.
[[Look, I'm not good with the empathy stuff, but… I mean, at least I'm here with you, yeah?]]
They didnt know how to handle Compassion from their own blood. Their blood was Black.
Even in this sealed and unlit room, there were four familiar friends.
Hello, Mr. Corner.
Yes, I've come once again.
Finding solace with Mr. Corner might actually be a bit odd… But they didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Crap, I think Medusa cracked more bones than just your arm… They didn't mend right. I'm going to need to… Shit. Crona, clench your teeth!]]
Their eyes grew wide! They didn't know how to deal with…
C̷̛̭̬͙̥̫̘̦͍͎͔͓̫̫̮̪ŗ̵̵͙̗͕̜̘̺̀͠ͅa̴̢͈̼̗̗͈̫͉͙̝͉̪̤̗̜͚̱̦̝͜c̴͚̹͕̪̫͇̯͕̳̘̙̯͇̺͘k̡̗̦͔͙̕!
.
The pain was an old comrade, even if it never talked to them.
They curled up in Mr. Corner tighter, but at least they weren't bleeding.
After all, their blood was Black.
[[Damn it, there… That should do it. But to heal all of this properly, I need… We don't have enough food… Shit.]]
At least their tears couldn't be seen here. Not in the Darkness.
If someone could see their pain, they wouldn't know how to deal with that.
How to handle witnesses...
Kill. [[Kill.]] Kill. [[Kill.]]
They bet dead people are easier to get along with.
Not like living people.
They didn't know how to deal with living people.
[[I need more than this! I can't… I can't keep us stable without something to work with… Not without some serious sacrifices…]]
They didn't respond, or know how to deal with the concept.
[[If I sacrifice our Black Blood, at least some of it… It might keep us stable… But it would damage me. Damage us.]]
A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body.
But… They could deal with such losses. Their voice cracked in the silence. "I can use my screams to blow them all away…" That was sound, right?
A scream was a sound.
Or was it?
The confusion was half caused by heavy damage to their body and the frantic attempts of their Black Blood to recover from it… And the conflict was ongoing and persistent.
They didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Your body is getting dangerously thin… Maybe… Maybe I will only have to do this once? I… I won't lose too much of myself with only carving out a bit of me, right? Right?]]
Crona hid in Mr. Corner, in the Darkness. Their body semi-stabilized, for the moment.
They couldn't deal with this.
[[If… If I change, or if I forget, you won't let me go… Right Crona? We'll be together?]]
This much they knew: Their Blood was Black.
[[Heh… Yeah. YEAH! I mean, you get hurt all the time, right? And we made it through all those challenges, I can take a bit of damage, no problem! Heck, your boy Ragnorok might even become MORE awesome, right!? Make sure to thank me, got it!? Remember that!]]
They didn't know how to deal with that.
[[Maybe instead of just stabbing people with our Black Blood and turning into blades and stuff I could… I don't know, become armor and stuff! And stop your mom from hurting us so bad! And even save those stupid little animals that she keeps making you… Uh. I mean, I could save us, right!?]]
Mr. Corner was covered in Darkness.
[[Yeah, this… This isn't so scary! Yeah, I just need to… To carve out some of… I just…]]
In the Darkest moment, at a critical point in time, hidden in a locked room without Light by a woman without compassion or concern…
A sleeping clone of Shadow found a Black home.
Without understanding or control, a brother suddenly found an endless source of Power despite not carving his own existence to save his partner. The Power of Darkness itself, which began to blend and strengthen their blood… For it was Black.
None of them knew how to deal with that.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
I honestly don't expect Shadow Adam to be more sane after this one. He had little enough sense as it was. Now?
I expect a lot of conversations of talking past people and completely missing the subject and contents.
And maybe some weapon manifesting abilities. Or something.
I expect a lot of conversations of talking past people and completely missing the subject and contents.
And maybe some weapon manifesting abilities. Or something.
Hidden One
Not the Boss, possibly a Playa
- Location
- Sol;Terra;EU;D;NRW
Next Seasson of Belle the Spoopiest Pretty Princesss: BBQ Taffy vs Salty Nuts: The Final Tastetest!
Now: Blacker then Bloodpudding.
Now: Blacker then Bloodpudding.
verycoolname
Not actually cool
Wow. I was not expecting a heartbreaking Ragnarok backstory...
- Location
- Somewhere, Out There
Soon as i saw their blood was black i was like bitchin lets go XD
Havent watched Soul Eater in like 15 years? Something like that, looking forward to where it goes
Havent watched Soul Eater in like 15 years? Something like that, looking forward to where it goes
that little musical number of yours reminded me of a very old memory; one that returns to me every few years, once upon a December.
- Location
- Italy
That was awesome! one could even say... poetic!
And Soul Eater? Yeah I can see how it might fit in with the worlds Shadow has visited thus far. I think I'll need to go rewatch it though, as it's been more than 10 years since the last time.
Great Chapter as always!
- Location
- Planet Earth
Bummer, was really hoping to get back to Adam, or that Bel would wind up his Soulmate and them getting together.
. . . . Are you trying to crash the world? 'Cause that's how you cause the existence of Soul Eater to crash. Either Shadow (ofAdam) gets along with Excalibur, like a house drenched in gasoline and oil, on fire; or they fight like soaked wet mangy cats in a burlap sack with their tails tied together draped over a clothes line.
- Location
- Germany
Will we return to already visited universes at some point? Like Star Wars and now one piece
Wasn't really expecting a world shift there, but I suppose One Piece has finished for now. Even if quite a few of the canon characters didn't get visited. Like Luffy.
Soul Eater should be interesting. Is Shadow going to redecorate the moon? Maybe tweak things on the 'transform into weapons' bit.
Soul Eater should be interesting. Is Shadow going to redecorate the moon? Maybe tweak things on the 'transform into weapons' bit.
There's a missing part there. Probably something like 'his prior work before' right after 'from'.
- Location
- Here
When I checked in on him I found him in a weird spot right now.
According to Canon, he's currently running around the jungle chasing after his older brother figure and failing to do any kind of training correctly. He's going to be doing that for a while, and his adventure doesn't really start until later in the story.
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