INTRO LOG: APRIL 2014

[highseasmods]

WELCOME NEW CHARACTERS!
Have an intro log for the month of April!

Who: Any and all new characters, as well as anyone hanging out on or around Isla Empieza!
Where: Near the fountain in the town center.
When: New characters will arrive around April 9th! The log is good for as long as you need it.
What: You've just been dropped on your head in a weird new world. Time to figure out what the heck is going on!
Status: VERY OPEN.

The day begins gray and drizzly, the miserable sort of rain that just makes everything muddy and unpleasant. Just the luck of the locals of Isla Empieza that these April showers bring more outsiders instead of May flowers. As the day goes by, the rain gets heavier and the locals get surlier. Lucky for you you have that message in your journals telling you to get moving and find a crew, huh?

Feel free to throw your characters here if you need a place for them to get situated and start figuring things out! Start new threads, tag into others, meet the people who might just become part of your crew! Older characters will be in and out, too, depending who is on the island at the current time.

HAVE FUN! And welcome to High Seas!

Comments

[lazyjustice]

[Hm, well, it was raining. That was unpleasant. Unfortunately whatever entity had brought him here hadn't the courtesy to pack an umbrella. He could, of course, potentially, make one out of ice. But if the journal and the poem were to be believed--and he hadn't seen any reason why they shouldn't be--then he was truly in another world.

As such he wasn't sure if he wanted to show off so readily. On the other hand...it was pretty wet and he stood out no matter where he went, it seemed, and he'd been wandering for an hour or two before finding himself back at the fountain.

Well...

He scratched his chin and stood by the fountain, staring at the poem again. Reading the journal, before putting his hands in his pockets with the journal tucked at his side, holding it with his arm.

It was wet. That was unpleasant.

He was in another world, apparently. Also unpleasant.

These were established facts]

How troublesome.

[judging by the looks of the town there aren't even beds his size. He rubs the back of his head. It is very wet. But for now he's content that it should be so.

If anyone should approach/awake, they will find the lanky ten foot tall man either idly staring at the broken poem on the fountain, or seeming to be sleeping standing up, the sleep mask covering his face]

[bolincredible]

Whoo, man, I feel you there. [ Did someone say troublesome. Why yes, yes they did. It was the unnaturally large gentleman with the nice outfit and the sleep mask. Well, whatever, it doesn't seem like he's hurting anything or anybody. Just, uh. Staring at a fountain. That's totally a thing that happens.

Bolin, at least, was lucky enough to be hanging around the South Pole before he wound up-- wherever he is. In another world, apparently, with a journal and a busted-up fountain and a freaking giant dude. Being in the arctic meant that he came complete with a coat. Sure, it's kind of warm for winter wear, but never too warm to shuck a coat entirely. He's spent enough time in his life wishing for a coat and not having one to appreciate having it around right now. Mako would also probably kill him if he ever tried such a thing.

Big plus: he can just kind of drape it over the top of his head, which gives Pabu some shelter, too, as long as he stays curled around the back of Bolin's neck. Yep. Responsible as hell. Everything is definitely under control so far. He's got this. It's handled. He's calm and totally going to nip the situation in the bud. ]

Maybe I'm just not "a frog's hair smarter'n the resta the bilge rats" or something [ A quotation full of emphasis on the wrong parts of the words, because he has never read something that... unique in his entire life. It also includes a palms-up shrug of offended confusion. ], but I like to think I know troublesome when it hits me with a creepy fountain and a mysterious book telling me to become a sailor? I mean-- talk about weird.

[lazyjustice]

Well...

[he scratches his head, not entirely sure what to make of the newcomer. He suspected he wasn't the only one drawn into this mess but to actually see proof of it was something altogether different.

Also someone apparently not a sailor. Which was odd. If everything written in the book was true, why would there be inexperienced people brought into this mysterious undertaking? Unless he had talents elsewhere]

It is weird.

[he shifts his weight. There is water soaking in his shoes which squish uncomfortably. Well. This is additionally unpleasant]

Where do you come from?

[bolincredible]

South Pole, technically. I'm usually more Republic City-based, but I had to help my friend take care of some stuff. Civil war, end of the world. [ He shrugs. Who abducts people while it's raining, that's what he'd like to know. It's so rude. ] But either way, this place is seriously different. What about you? And, you know, sir, I'm wondering- do you just so happen to be the tallest person ever born there?

[lazyjustice]

Hmm. South Pole.... [a region which he was, ironically, not entirely familiar with. But he wasn't aware it was particularly habitable]

Ah, well, I'm from... around. [it's too much to explain, exactly, and not entirely purposeful. But to clarify: ] Not here.

[the question though was a bit surprising.]

I'm average height for a tall human. [Newgate topped him by at least a few heads, and that was even before you got into giants.] Yourself?

Well it's not really important.

A sailor is it... Hmmm. Troublesome.

[bolincredible]

[ Average height for a tall human...

No, that's impossible. Bolin's seen tall humans. They're tall but not like. They're still probably half this guy's size. Pabu briefly pokes his head out into the open air to commiserate on the matter, which is actually mostly Bolin assuming that something agrees with him. ]

Oh, I'm average for average. As far as average even goes, I guess. My personality covers a lot of metaphorical height for me. [ For real. ] Did you wanna go find a coat or a place with a roof or something? 'cause hey, lucky day, I'm great at keeping dry!

[lazyjustice]

Is that right? [big personality. He could kind of tell that already. He rubs his nose and shifts his weight again with the unpleasant squish.

As to where...that was problematic.

Taverns were a good choice ostensibly, but they were always full of pirates and lowlifes and then he always felt he had to work. Even Marine taverns were that way oft times. And the other times filled with Marines who did nothing but strain their backs trying to be on their best behavior and not having fun.]

Maybe ...a coffee shop. If you know of one.

[bolincredible]

I don't. First day in town and everything. But I'm thinking it can't be too hard to find. Just find the place with the coffee, right? We can ask someone to lend you a towel, it'll be great. I could probably bend some earth over your head, but I'll be honest, it's pretty much all guaranteed to drip on you.

[lazyjustice]

[it sounds decent to him. He could use a towel. Though he could also turn the water to ice and phase it back into skin, but that seemed far more effort than was necessary at the moment. He'll wait for you to lead the way then, though...]

Bend earth?

[he's not sure he's ever heard those words used quite that way before. It seems to be some sort of ability. Devil Fruit, perhaps? He was sure there was one or two involved in more or less that specific thing but he couldn't remember the details at the moment.

Mah, well, it wasn't too important anyway]

[bolincredible]

Yeah, you know, earthbending. [ He waves a hand and starts walking. As far as he knows, everyone knows about bending. It's just a natural thing. Like clouds. Or breathing air. Now, if he put a coffee shop in a super rustic port town, where would it be... ]

I'm Bolin, by the way. And the little guy's Pabu. I know what you're thinking! And he does do tricks. But he doesn't do them in the rain.

[lazyjustice]

Ah, I'm actually thinking more about earthbending...

[though he wouldn't say no to the ... the Pabu's tricks eventually. He's more curious about the first]

I haven't heard the term.

[bolincredible]

What, really? Okay, so I'm pretty much the worst guy to explain explain it? But, you know, I'm the best guy to demonstrate it! So that works out! Basically I control earth. Kind of like--

[ He gives his next step a little more force coming down, bringing up sort of a low rectangular hedge in his path. Which he hops over and lowers again. ] Little squelchier than I like, but, uh. Yeah. Sort of in that area.

[chore_boy]

[No matter what Akainu said, what the newspapers and reports said, what his peers mumbled when they heard of him--Coby had never been the type of person to view Kuzan as an evil man. Having met the man before, he never thought anything negative... Except for a few grimaces at how awkwardly he could sleep.

He sat down next to the man he presumed to be the former admiral, not quite noticing he was up a leg and down numerous scars. Coby held an umbrella over Kuzan's head as he slept, waiting patiently. He hadn't exactly intended on speaking to him, but considered his gesture to be one of respect--from one upholder of justice to another.

It was awkward, given that Coby was seated on top of the fountain itself if only to actually reach the behemoth's head.]

[lazyjustice]

[he senses the other presence gradually. It's not threatening at all but it is there, subtle. He maintains his pose as he lets himself get a fuller grasp on it before pushing up one corner of his sleep mask and, is nevertheless, surprised]

Well, well. Garp's subordinate. [Killby wasn't it? No... Coby. That was it. He pushes the sleep mask up fully, taking the umbrella to better cover them both as it made more sense that way]

This is a bit awkward, but... I'm not sure where we are.

[which was true enough. Despite the boy's presence...and he seemed much older... His haki defined. Strange... Despite his presence there was too much wrong here to be fooled into thinking this place was home.]

[chore_boy]

[Coby stared at Kuzan, somewhat in awe. Despite not remembering his name, Kuzan still remembered him as a person--which was a hundred times more than he expected or even thought reasonable from such an influential and important person. He nearly fell off of his spot on the fountain, though the umbrella began shaking a little bit as he felt he'd nearly crush it in his hand.]

Coby! It's Coby, sir! It's a pleasure to meet you again!

[Shame be damned, after all.]

A-anyway, sir, that's a reasonable thing to admit. We aren't on the same Earth. This is a completely different world.

[lazyjustice]

Coby, is it. [notes the shaking. Well that's to be expected. He did remember something about this one being flighty]

So it's true... [It's as much as he expected. But to have it be confirmed is somewhat unsettling. Still at least it wasn't a world entirely different, or didn't seem so from the looks of it. Island. Sea. The overbearing ghost was a bit much but philosophically speaking, Roger's ghost and influence was still strong as ever]

How many are here?

[chore_boy]

[Coby's eyes were taken from Kuzan to the center square as a number of the villagers began to rapidly leave the fountain square, finally noticing the two similarly dressed men were speaking to one another. From what they knew, that kind of loose association among pirates was even more trouble than the norm.

Frowning inwardly, Coby looked back to his own mantle.]

How many, sir?

[lazyjustice]

[he notices, but only in an offhand sort of way]

From our world.

[and it was entirely too strange to be calling it that]

[chore_boy]

Oh. [It was still weird to think of it that way. The sea looked the same. Islands looked the same. They were only new places with different names. Somehow, it felt like he was at home even if he wasn't.]

I can't say for certain, but a number of the Whitebeard Commanders and Strawhat Pirates are present. There's Ace D. Portgas, Luffy D. Monkey, Marco the Phoenix, Roronoa Zoro, Black Leg Sanji, Nico Robin, Fourth Division Whitebeards' Commander Thatch, Eighth Division Whitbeards' Commander Namur and former pirate, 'Red Leg Zeff'. [There were a bunch he didn't mention because either they weren't quite pirates or he didn't really know who the hell they were... Sorry Keimi, Brook and Bepo...]

[lazyjustice]

[... there are some things on that list that puzzle him. Two to be exact. Though it is quite possible that the Fourth Division Commander had somehow only been rumored to have been killed-- though that was an incredible piece of subterfuge if it was true, there is one among that list whom he knows is dead.

Or is at least more than ninety-nine percent sure]

Ace D. Portgas...? [he wants to ask Coby if he's certain, but of course the boy would be. So he'll just settle for giving him a quizzical look and hoping he can catch it and fill in the details.]

[chore_boy]

Yes, sir. I was surprised, but I've since heard his voice on this notebook numerous times, his identity confirmed just as many times. He's the current captain of the Spade Pirate Crew which has gained some notable infamy, here.

[At the very least, he's heard of a dozen different crews and only a handful were mentioned with real contempt. The Spades had been one such crew.]

[arcadiasailor]

[Welcome Committee duty was much more enjoyable via the journal but last wave had been a disaster without Codi on the ground. People had been still in port weeks after arriving. Therefore Harlock was out in his Jolly Roger embroidered black coat to ward off the drizzle and a stack of welcome committee info flyers under his arm.
While he was ready for half awake confused people standing in the rain he wasn't expecting someone a good 4 feet taller than him asleep standing up.

Harlock had to check to make sure he hadn't unexpectedly shrunk again. He ends up grumbling very loudly.]
Jones just wants met to think I'm vertically challenged this month.

Hey if you're going to sleep I don't recommend doing it in the rain.

[lazyjustice]

Hmmm?

[asleep, but not completely unaware of the others arrival. He pushes the sleep mask up and glances down at the man who seems to be carrying a sheaf of flyers.

Even though he's fairly sure he's never met the man before, there's no mistaking one aspect of his personality]

Well, well, a pirate. I don't know if I should accept advice so lightly.

[though he's mostly just saying so partly as a kind of not really joke and partly to see how the man will react]

[arcadiasailor]

[He's used to his advice being treated with utter disregard, it still didn't make it any less annoying.

Normally that would be correct, but today I'm with the Welcoming Committee. [He waves what is by now a soggy flyer. He's forced to hold the damn thing above his head to come close to meeting the man's eye level.] I'm here because hanging around to long starts to annoy the locals. Last wave didn't get the out by the end of the week memo.