#poneglph

ㅤㅤHe loses count after the twenty seventh congratulatory handshake amidst the buffeting sea of new faces, palm commencing to cramp from the introduction of extended family and allies, the range in proportions varying from the miniscule to the gargantuan, all blurring together in a heady mess of syllables and supposed well wishes—  Confectionary themes aside, it doesn’t help that the Charlottes don’t have a distinctive resemblance between them all, blue eyes scanning over numerous sets of features in a bid to discern which of the two categories the guests fall under  (  ce n’est pas important  ).  The  cook  prince tries to muster a polite smile but it appears a little forced under the strain of it all, one of his siblings harshly slapping him on the shoulder  to save face  in laughter, stating that the younger was simply fatigued from the trip and the rigmarole of the last coupla days. The blond acquiesces with a small nod but, deep down, he’s miserable, scantly holding it together with each passing minute that brings them closer to the big event.

A: she dropped them out of her personal space ship, as shown with Enels cover series

B: she dropped them out of Uranus

C: she had the Paw-Paw fruit and pushed them like Kuma did the Strawhats.

Continued from here ~ @poneglph

Yasmeen had long since learned that approaching Judge Vinsmoke was a matter of timing. The scientist considered timing because the king’s irritation followed patterns, his hostility had triggers, and his patience was a measurable resource. She had spent months studying him the same way she studied everything else, like a specimen. The moment she stepped into his laboratory, she saw his reaction, so her own body responded in kind. The living patterns beneath her skin shifted slowly, the serpentine strands of engineered DNA crawling along her wrist as though sensing the change in atmosphere. They were not tattoos, but they were an extension of her. She stood near his workstation, ignoring the obvious dismissal in his silence. He had always tried that first.

Yasmeen blinked once before she looked at him. “I know, but you are always busy. However, the problem is that the progress has slowed.” The woman’s gaze moved toward the research displayed around them. “The Germa’s research has reached a point where the work is refining existing concepts instead of creating new ones.” Her fingers lightly tapped against the tablet she carried. “The soldiers are stronger, more efficient, and more obedient, but they are only just soldiers.” The living mutations along her arm shifted before she continued speaking. “They are the conclusion of your research. I am interested in what happens after the conclusion.” Her eyes lowered briefly to the moving patterns beneath her skin as she was growing bored with these projects. At least with working under Vegapunk, they created new ideas, but here they only continued to stay on the same subjects.

Shiki ~ @poneglph

Kagura’s eyes narrowed sharply as she stood on the deck of a ship she did not remember boarding. The sails above her loomed like torn banners against a bruised sky, and the sea beyond churned in lazy, arrogant waves, as if nothing about her presence mattered at all. The woman’s gaze slid sideways, measuring the men around her. Pirates, by the look of them. Some laughed too loudly, others watched her too carefully, but all of them carried the same undertone of confidence that only came from following something stronger than themselves. Kagura’s lips pressed into a thin line as she lifted her chin slightly, letting her gaze sharpen into something almost dismissive as she studied him more closely. The others on the deck seemed to shrink in this man’s presence, like they were all merely waiting for permission to exist.

 She refused to shrink before the golden-haired pirate. “You’re the one who did this,” she said at last, voice cool and controlled, though edged with something dangerously close to disdain. Her eyes flicked briefly to the open air again, as if checking whether escape might simply reappear out of habit. The ravenette exhaled slowly through her nose, and then she looked back at him fully, her expression settling into something sharper than anger, something like calculation wrapped in pride. “You don’t look like someone who needs to steal what he can reach,” she continued, voice lowering. “So tell me. Was it curiosity that I was taken?” Her gaze hardened further, windless air pressing against her skin like an insult she couldn’t answer.

“ ( .... ) 200.000. m berri on 4th, then another extension on the 8th. Truly a mess..... Some men shouldn't be allowed near money, ga ne. If you ask me, Mr Arlong. ” Mr 3 gestures to the tiddly stack of papers over the table. The height of the piles only increased at each labeled month, displaying the astronomical amount borrowed by one of the fisherman. No wonder the one in front of him was their captain, soon or later he would notice his crewmates disappearance. “ Heee's fineeee ~ Worry not, ga ne. I'm a kind man after all! I even gave that gentleman a the exclusive discount. He will work here only for the next.....What? ” He takes a long sip from his decorated porcelain cup, taking a minute to think. “ For the next 45 years ? Then he's freeeee as a bird, ga ne. ” A hand waved over the face as the artist crossed his legs elegantly, his calm stance displayed it wasn't the first time dealing with situations akin to that one. “ Saaaaaa— Unless you have a counter-proposal or a way to pay up his little mishap—That's all I have to say! Fu ha ha haha ! ~ ”