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"I heard about your daughter. She's turning 8 very soon."

Chopper's head lowered to hide his unease, understanding that with the ill-fated nature of Einzbern homunculi, Grail Vessels specifically, this may be the only time he'd be able to attend a festivity with both mother and daughter of this family.

"I hope I get to meet her and Kiritsugu." He lifted his head, presenting a politely subdued smile to Irisviel.

"I already told my crew where I was going and a few of them really wanted to meet you and your husband! They'd never met mages before!"

Chopper smiled wider, excited to have her finally meet his friends.

"Oh my! Is that so? Then perhaps I should bring Illya and Kiritsugu now?" She held her friend's hand.

"I'm still worried about scaring your daughter though! Just be sure she's ready to see someone like me, okay?"

"Woah woah there fella."

His hands are up and he's still got his mind a little racing at the small talking reindeer, it's not the weirdest thing he's ever seen but still it is certainly up there among the weirder ones. But there's the smallest of an impressed smirk on his features, kid's got spunk and an attitude that Butcher could not help but respect.

"Look I completely respect that but you know you should be careful. Especially with Vought and the supes. They are powerful beings, especially Homelander. But you got a spark in ya kid. Got a name I can call you?"

Maybe this is Butcher unofficially making sure to keep an eye on him, make sure he stays out of too much trouble or he's curious to know more about the one before him, after all who knows he could be of useful help.

"I am…" Closing his eyes, the boy prepared to introduce himself. After taking a moment to get ready, his head turned to face the human with a warm and friendly smile, his right hand (hoof) proudly pressing against his heart as he smirked playfully.

"Chopperman!"

"Hi Chopper!" Kolulu loudly called to her friend, waiving her sleeved arm up high in hopes the doctor would notice her. The young mamodo was wearing a light-pink colored kimono with lots of flower and fish scale patterns. When he and his friends approached, Kolulu's face lit up. "This is my big sister, Lori!" She would look up to the older girl accompanying her, whom giggled and waved politely.

Robin simply lowered the camera in order to allow Kolulu and the others a chance at scrolling through the photographs. The woman was smiling still, pointing at one where it looked like Chopper was stumbling a bit while trying to maintain a pose, using Kolulu to support his weight. "I like this one. It speaks volumes of your friendship."

Chopper blushed a bit and shook his head a few times with a soft smile. "Aw! If we show the others that one, I'm gonna look so dumb though~!" He failed to hide the enthusiasm in his voice. He clearly also appreciated it regardless.

"I heard about your daughter. She's turning 8 very soon."

Chopper's head lowered to hide his unease, understanding that with the ill-fated nature of Einzbern homunculi, Grail Vessels specifically, this may be the only time he'd be able to attend a festivity with both mother and daughter of this family.

"I hope I get to meet her and Kiritsugu." He lifted his head, presenting a politely subdued smile to Irisviel.

"I already told my crew where I was going and a few of them really wanted to meet you and your husband! They'd never met mages before!"

Chopper smiled wider, excited to have her finally meet his friends.

Chopper wasn't paying full attention to the woman before him who stomped forcefully in his direction. Sadly, this led to Ulti smashing her leg into him, sending the little doctor stumbling backwards, landing at her feet on his rear with a harsh thud.

"Ow, ow…" The pirate whined as he rubbed his back, slowly lifting his head to see what he'd collided with. Was he really so distracted that he failed to notice the only other person out in this stretch of forest? He couldn't help blushing with embarrassment as his vision returned to him, taking in the sight of the Beast Pirate before him. "Ah… I'm sorry! I wasn't paying atten- Huh…?"

She looked vaguely familiar, but Chopper couldn't quite place it. Unlike Luffy, Usopp, and Nami, he hadn't fought Ulti and Page One, nor had they been his point of focus on Onigashima, with Chopper having been preoccupied with the chaos Queen brought to the raid party. The situation with the Ice Oni made everything else seem like a blur to him. While Chopper didn't recognize Ulti though, it was unlikely Ulti didn't recognize perhaps the most unique and difficult to mistake of the Straw Hat Pirates.

"I'm uh… sorry about that! I'll watch where I'm going next time!" With that, Chopper pushed himself back up without much complaint, offering a polite, but clearly uneasy smile. Whether he recognized her or not, Chopper at least noticed how angry the woman looked, not to mention the fact that she had a weapon. Best to avoid a potential fight when he's only here to visit friends.

"I'm sorry but...I can't hold it back anymore...this isn't a game or anything. You are stuck here! We're all stuck here! I'm sorry for not telling you sooner! I'm so sorry!"

"Hey… calm down there and lemme absorb what you're saying before you start rambling away like that."

The reindeer didn't seem too upset yet, pulling himself back from the ribbony embrace to get a good, curious look on Gangle's face. "Hmm…" Gently removing his hooves from her shoulders, the new arrival continued.

"So you're saying no one figured out how to get back to the real world? We're just stuck here for now?" While his voice sounded a bit uneasy, the strange childlike creature was still far from panicked. The way his gaze reflected the other's mask with a sympathetic expression implying that he was more worried for her state than his own.

"I'm sure we're not really trapped forever. Don't worry about it. Someone'll come looking sooner or later."

Nelliel's expression softened into an endeared smile as she reached to pat Chopper on the head all affectionately. "Oh Chopper, don't say that you wouldn't be able to do anything alone! You are more than capable to accomplish anything you'd set your mind to!" She was however happy that the reindeer boy didn't view his flaws as drawbacks. "Well, can't contradict you on that other half, though. You're right that we all have our flaws and imperfections, but together we can overcome them and compensate by teaming up with others to value our good traits and capabilities!" One day, Chopper would be able to build that desired crew he always dreamt of, Nelliel was sure of it. And once that would become a reality, she would be there to celebrate it with him.

"You're always doing stuff where I can't see it! When the heck are you gonna find time to meet my crew and go on adventures with us? Is Hueco Mundo really in need of constant attention? Do you guys get attacked often?" Chopper didn't know much about the politics of hollows or what types of enemies they had to face now that they were on relatively good terms with the Soul Society. In his view, Nel was probably in a good position to go wherever she wanted.

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

"Wow~! They sure are excited for this one! Must be fun if those guys're taking time out for it!" Chopper excitedly gawked, stretching his arms overhead and producing a few pops and cracks in the process. Getting washed up ashore meant he probably hit a few rocks on the way in, but you wouldn't know it from how quickly the two recovered.

"Oh!" Chopper piped up again, noticing Patty's phone vibrating. "Is that Liz? Tell her you're having fun with your Big Bro so she doesn't have to worry about a thing~!" Chopper stuck his tongue out playfully, figuring teasing Liz with the idea of Patty getting taken would be amusing. "Oh! Someone take a picture of me and Patty so we can send it to Liz!" That'd probably get a fun reaction.

Slowly, the girl whose body was formerly that of Pixy Misa's opened here eyes. She slowly sat up, placing a hand atop her temple. "My… head." She wore a typical Japanese middle school student uniform, the black magician girl outfit from Pixy Misa not totally gone.

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Chopper turned around frantically, sensing another follower stalking his moves nearby. "Who's there? I don't want any trouble!" He was never prepared to gain new followers, expecting this to be another bounty hunter or candy thief.

"Yusuke's friend. Not Keiko though." He spoke more to himself than to her, rubbing the back of his head somewhat bashfully.

"He never mentioned me though, huh? I guess I am a pirate after all. Maybe it was to keep his friends out of trouble."

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"Hmm... as fun as that'd be, I can't swim so I could only watch you!" Chopper admitted with a sheepish giggle, figuring Kolulu would really enjoy getting to train to be an astronaut. It was then that an idea came to mind that he was sure would fix these minor issues.

"Ah! We have a Fishman in my crew! If we have him, we can do all the pool training you want without anyone worrying!" Chopper brightened back up, seeming to have forgotten that Kolulu was already a gifted swimmer. Perhaps he simply couldn't be too careful with the life of someone he practically considered a little sister.

"Yaaay!" Chopper excitedly accepted his hat before running past the mermaid woman, hugging his hat joyously to his fluffy torso. After running for a few hundred meters, Chopper stopped in front of his long-nosed crew mate. While Aquarius couldn't hear the discussion, she could see both smiling she high-fiving each other.

“Hello, ocean!” 

The beach was not a common sight for the DWMA students. True, their missions took them all over the world--but every time they had to head back home to that city in the Nevada desert. 

“But today is a beach day!” 

Patty Thompson was shouting to no one in particular. While her classmates were still unpacking the van, she already had all the belongings she needed: towel, umbrella, floatie ducky innertube, phone, Bluetooth speaker, magazines, cooler full of ice and drinks--all of which she carried effortlessly, practically skipping across the sand. She was wearing sandals, a buttoned shirt, a straw beach hat, and jean shorts--and with her swimsuit already on underneath, she couldn’t wait to take them off and dive into the inviting blue ocean. 

As she ran forward, she shouted, “Nothing’s gonna get in my way!” 

Almost immediately her face collided with the sand. 

“Umph!” She lifted up her head, spitting out sand. “What the hell got in my way--” 

Her tirade was interrupted by her phone landing on her head, as it had flown out of her hands when she tripped. Then the speaker. Then the magazines. Clutching her banged-up head, she waved her hand to get the papers out of her eyes--before her towel slowly floated down and landed on her head. She let out an annoyed groan. That’s when the cooler finished the job, its corner practically lodging into her skull. She laid dead-motionless for a few seconds. 

Then came the scream: “AAAAARGG!” Patty growled, throwing the mess up into the air, fire in her eyes, pounding her fists against the sand like a child having a tantrum. “Who is responsible for this--” 

While she was still lying down on her belly, her now sandal-less left foot felt something. 

“Hmm?” 

Touch, touch. 

She shrieked. 

“IT’S A FURRY BEACH TARANTULA!” 

Patty was on her feet, armed with the beach umbrella, ready to stab it downward into the hairy threat--when she saw a round furry ball atop the sand. 

“Huh--how did I miss that?” 

She poked it again with her foot. 

“Hmm…” 

She nudged the ball a little harder with her foot. 

“MMMM!” she whined, before she just stepped on it, slamming the bottom of her foot down hard onto the ball--

A stream of water splashed right at her forehead. 

“EW! Spitting beach tarantula!” 

Patty wiped her face with the towel, then she had a realization: 

“Tarantulas don’t spit water.” 

That’s when the ball started to cough, revealing who he really was. 

She looked more closely at the furball--and her eyes widened in realization. 

Chopper waved his arms as if telling Patty not to do it, still seeming to treat the toy knife as though it were a real one.

"Black Star! So mean! Fine! Patty'll do it instead!" Chopper grabbed Patty's hand and held it in order to ensure she'd be too distracted to make any moves with the knife. It wouldn't be long before they boarded the wheel.