The Cherry, not so Cheery, Fishing Fiasco (Open) Mar 26, 2021 20:58:32 GMT -5
Post by Alaistair on Mar 26, 2021 20:58:32 GMT -5
(Base PL: 3000. Zeni: 2000)
"Get the boxes on board, lads! PRONTO! We're burning daylight faster than the embers on my cigar!"
There was a huge clamor of activity all over the port of the Cherry Fishing Company port. Orders were being blasted out to the diverse group of sailors scrounging for every important bit needed for the long journey ahead! While some of these people could make use energy-based flight, most of them were strapped to soil and waters beneath their feet. The man shouting orders was dressed in a large water proof trench coat with striped insulation to keep him toasty, though today was quite the hot one; the rest of his attire consisted of some overalls with boots built into them to keep the waters out from the crashing waves, and a green and black checkered flannel shirt that complimented the man's red skin.
Though, to call him a man was a insult, and would be an insult to many of the sailors here as well! They were open about what they were: Oni. Demons. 'Things,' given notoriety from the actions of others! While they were similar to them, this judgement being so swiftly given without those they dealt with learning they were like the others was just agitating! This person leading this group, who was chain smoking a quality pack of cigars, was Alaistair. A would be Demon King of the Demon World trapped on the Earth with many of his remaining soldiers!
"Good," he bellowed out, waving some of his crew over that were carrying a few empty crates, "Whatever fish we catch along the way, we'll put into those. Now, all's that is left is-"
Alaistair paused, looking around on his person and patting the pockets... He had forgotten his keys back at home, which was only a couple of blocks away from the ship, the Cayenne! He sighed, putting a hand to his head and rubbing it. How could he forget his keys of all things?! He floated off the ship, telling the crew, "I need to collect the keys. Run another check on everything to make sure we got our basis covered... And please, before we ferry off, get sheets cleaned! Purka, I'm looking at you."
He pointed at a sea blue oni with yellow hair and a singular curving horn going up his head. Purka's mouth was agape, as he struggled to find the words. Eventually, he found the courage and tried to reason that it was just one bed wetting accident! Alaistair cackled, before flying over the bustling port. The crew resumed, loading some extra ropes and other items aboard, mainly personal belongings. Alaistair, meanwhile, arrived at his home: A ranch style home with a bright white exterior and a notable modern style to it. Things were not going as smoothly as the demon wanted, but they were getting back on track! Once they set sail, they would head straight to Papaya Island, where the 25th Centennial Martial Arts Tournament was going to take place. They'd scour the island, looking for any credible information that could lead to a portal to the Demon World, and while they were at it recruit more people into their ranks! They just needed to get there first..!