They were POLAR OPPOSITES to the naked eye – one carried skin as golden as the sands of the land he hailed from, the other’s like snow. One subtly adorned with exotic jewelry, the other more militant, only a single chain peeking past the hemline of a long sleeved shirt. The first, clothing that suggested extended travel and a strong sense of culture, the other a void of personality, simple black shirt and black jeans with equally dark combat boots. Were there more opportunity for them to exchange words without the clash of personality, perhaps it would be revealed for there to be more similarities than differences. But EGO wouldn’t provide such convenience of getting to know and trust another, not without work and certainly not without reason.

Distrust was equally carried between them, one taken for a FOOL and the other taken as DEVIOUS as initially perceived. He knew a pickpocket when he felt one, survival having been a priority once upon a lifetime for himself. So he did a simple, unceremonious demonstration of his knowledge: a severe hip check upon feeling sly, wandering fingertips, meant to knock the man to the ground.

  To @mcnypieces​ about a hyena 🦴 

   💫 —Well, they’d reached some semblance of an accord -- through the great equalizer of liquor, no less. It  was characteristic to the current setting, and so Viral wouldn’t sigh at Human vice just yet. He rolled a few one hundred beri coins through gloved digits, heavy gloves which concealed otherwise bestial claws. The beri between his fingers glinted with promise, a gesture to assure his sound intentions to deliver his end of the arrangement in exchange for the stranger’s willingness to divulge a bit of his experience. The Beastman didn’t intend to squander the beri needlessly -- his crew was at an advantage, given Simon’s affinity for finding treasures beneath the earth. But it was a touch-and-go effort to have them properly appraised and converted into beri, while lacking a solid familiarity with the economic value of their discoveries. Acquiring information was a decent investment, however; even droll details would help shape their understanding of this wild world.

  Viral wasn’t unused to handling this fellow’s type -- brash, mischievous, and dangerous in his own right. If more than half of the Dai-Gurren’s own weren’t cut from the same cloth, he may have felt less comfortable in this young man’s presence. As it was, the Beastman could very nearly relax. The potential for trouble was always there, but he’d answer that call if and when it beckoned. In the meantime... he’d let his guest of honor choose the establishment that served his preferred poisons. 

   ❝I can’t claim a familiarity with this area, so why don’t you pick your haunt of choice, and we’ll both rinse away the day’s troubles. Are you going to offer a name, or do I have to buy that out of you - tankard at a time - as well?❞

  At least with Simon still aboard the Engann, there wasn’t a pressing limit of time that he was cognizant of. With this Human playing his best game at opportunism, it might take a few before he felt well and inclined to talk. So long as he was generous with his knowledge of the seas, the political scape, and the sundry details that neither Viral, nor his crew of outsiders could possess without ample time living within and among the world’s conditions. A feral gaze belied a rational mind, as he found himself agreeing with the appeal of an amiable conversation.

  ❝Eh, it's been one state of chaos after another since we escaped the Florian Triangle.

       I wouldn’t mind conversing at ease for a while, either. ❞

// I adore how intelligent and admirable she is keeping true to her work while also being able to relax and enjoy herself out on the town when the time comes! it’s so important being able to balance both, even if it’s a rare chance, and I love that so much!

three is a good number yes thank u bunbun

I say this one a lot but Maveric is illiterate! He cannot read or write and will absolutely resist any attempts to teach him - this is actually due to his early childhood that he has very closely repressed, so his unwillingness to learn is also an unwillingness to recall his first ten years of life.

He can speak the language of beasts, and in turn, his Sea King can understand human speech fairly well. He doesn’t often utilize this, as he’s kind of a jerk and doesn’t really listen to anyone, regardless of what language they may be speaking to him.

Pica: So what are you up to Doffy?

Doflamingo:.... I GOTTA GO

Shit, she thought to herself while giving a gentle kick to her bike’s tire. The sun was high in the sky above the dirt road, it has been days since she arrived on this island but work was very poor. Every town she has visited only asked of her to do some small repairs nothing too grand, enough to buy herself a meal.....but not enough to pay a fee for next ship. 

“Gah  I better try doin somethin now....ain't no time to cry” sighing she reached for her toolbox that was inside one of her many traveling bags and she pulled out a large wrench. At the same time from the other traveling bags, a silent peep was heard as tiny duckling peered out to see what she was doing. 

     For someone with such sensitive hearing, Admiral Fujitora would have noticed the quiet jingling of a small bell in the distance every other day, seemingly going around and above his office for a few moments before disappearing again. It isn’t until a week or so later that the same bell sounds right at his window, followed by a familiar meow.