OOC: Sorry, site wouldn't post my template for some reason.

Cyrus was looking over the various items of food at a particular stand, his stomach rumbling fiercely at this point in the morning, his mouth salivating to such a degree that some drool had begun to dribble out the side of his mouth. The sound of a man talking caught his attention and from the corner of his eye he could make out a rough looking fellow (though he was one to talk considering where he had slept the night previously) approached the stand mumbling to himself. Cyrus eyed the man up and down and watched him inspect the various bits of food and such for sale in the stand with a look Cyrus all too recognized because he had been giving the same look to the food only seconds prior. He turned back to the stand, a plan beginning to form and blossom in his mind as a mischievous smile spread from his lips. He leaned towards the man who had approached the stand and said in a hushed voice,

With that, Cyrus then quickly moved into the middle of the street, stopping traffic as he loudly proclaimed,
OPAH!! Everybody now! And dropped into a strange squatting position, kicking his legs out with his arms crossed in front of him. Every so often after a few kicks he would jump up in a star formation and shout,
OPAH!

He would perform this strange, loud dance around people in the crowd, occasionally grabbing them and transitioning into a different dance of twirls and spins, dipping ladies and men alike low before moving back into the dance. He was a whirlwind of entertainment and had managed to do exactly what he had wanted as the crowd swelled around him. Through all the people he would eye the scraggly looking man he had whispered to, hoping the man had taken the hint and would do what Cyrus had suggested with the distraction in full swing. If he did, Cyrus would give him a few seconds to leave the stand before promptly ending the show and following the man to collect his fair share of the food as well.

Cyrus was breathing hard by the time Calico had gathered the assorted fruits and foods into his bag and turned the corner down the alley. Smiling, Cyrus spun the random stranger he had recently been dancing with into the crowd. The crowd caught her and the young woman giggled excitedly. Around him the crowd cheered and clapped for the crazy man's performance, however no one seemed to throw money as they had at times on less stingy islands. Apparently pirates and vagrants didn't like spending their coveted booties. Regardless, with the ruse over Cyrus decided to take his leave. Bowing deeply he announced to the crowd,
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the rest of your day. OPAH!

He declared with a final jump before taking off down the street and turning the corner around the alleyway with haste. There he found Calico with a smile on his face and some praise for the con artist. Cyrus took a deep, exaggerated bow, removing his hat and placing his arms out wide before standing straight again and returning his hat to its rightful position.

The things we do when we're hungry, eh? And boy am I hungry. Cyrus said, patting his stomach and eyeing the bag Calico was holding,
Hope you got some good stuff, I'm starving my man. I have to say I'm glad I was right about you and you didn't turn out to be some goodie two-shoes. Cyrus said with a chuckle as the two walked side by side farther down the alley. Eventually it opened up to another street, which they turned down and found was far less crowded than the vendor's street. Any spot along this street would be a fine spot to split their bounty, but Cyrus wasn't sure if his new partner in crime would want to move farther away from the scene or not.

Cyrus joined his new companion by the side of the building happily, hunkering down to eat in private and away from prying eyes. He smiled as the man talked to himself, a habit Cyrus himself was far too guilty of. He enjoyed it though, it humanized an otherwise stranger and put Cyrus at ease. Clearly this was someone not too different than the young Revolutionary himself. The two dressed in a similar, grizzlied fashion, their clothes showing signs of wear and use. He noticed they even smelled similarly, both having spent at least one night on the streets recently. As the man put the bag down between them, Cyrus waited patiently for Calico to begin eating. After all it wasn't good habit to simply fish around in someone else's bag. After Calico had something, Cyrus would pluck an apple from the bag, tearing into it with greedy chomps.

He stared at Calico as the man asked and Cyrus responded,
Ah, He said, chuckling to himself as he chewed, clearing his throat of fruit before responding,
that's a good question. I uh...well, let's just say I'd tell you my story if I could. Went for a drink last night with plenty of cash in my pocket for breakfast the next morning. Ended up waking up with...well... He said with a smile, holding up his jacket with the holes in the pocket. He wiggled his two fingers through the holes at Calico to emphasize what he meant while tossing the core of the finished apple away into the street.
It seems I have myself what some might call a bit of a drinking problem.
Cyrus said with a shrug while reaching into the bag for another fruit.
What about you? Stealing out of need today or just for the thrill of it? As he asked the question he pulled out an odd looking fruit he had never seen before.

(Image of fruit was supposed to go here but outside links are blocked for me for another like 4 days so just use your imagination)

He stared at it for a brief moment, the strange swirls appearing on its flesh and the oddly colored stem protruding from the top mesmerized him for but a moment before he simply shrugged and bit a large chunk from the fruit. Almost immediately he began choking, the foul taste catching him so off guard that he inhaled suddenly, causing the chunk of fruit to be sucked deeper down his throat. He began choking, pounding at his stomach with a balled fist to dislodge the large chunk of fruit. His mouth tasted like ash, then it was on fire, bitterness replaced the heat only to be overcome by the taste of rotten cheese. It was like a symphony of the worst possible tastes the human tongue could endure, one after another they came in waves though the fruit had long since left his tongue.

Finally, after the fourth self-inflicted gut punch, Cyrus was able to knock the fruit free, allowing it to continue on its journey to his stomach. Wheezing, the young Revolutionary wiped the tears from his eyes that had formed during his momentary lack of breathing episode.
Bleh, sorry about that, bastard must have been selling some rotten fruit mixed in with the good ones. Just be glad you didn't get that one. He chuckled before tossing the rotten fruit away and into the street.

Hrm? Cyrus asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise as his new friend lost his proverbial shit over something, What's what about not being real?
Cyrus turned to look at the disgusting fruit he had discarded into the street behind him. At first he thought he was hallucinating but then he realized that the odd pattern that had been on the fruit before he took a bite out of it was suddenly gone. Instead the skin of the fruit simply looked slightly greenish brown like any other pear he had ever seen.
What in the... Cyrus's thoughts were flying by faster than he could really comprehend what was going on. Then his new friend mentioned Devil Fruits.

Cyrus threw his head back and laughed,
Pffft Devil Fruits? Oh okay, geez you had me going for a second. You're not seriously one of those guys that buys into that government shit, right? Cyrus said, pointing a finger at Calico with a grin on his face.
I mean come on, people getting special powers from eating weird fruit? Some ruse made up by the government, writing those crazy stories about people wi-
Cyrus paused and frowned, focusing on the finger he had been wagging at Calico. There was a very long thread of some kind attached to it. He shook his hand, trying to free his hand of the nuisance, probably just a stray hair or thread from a piece of clothing.
Oh come on ya bastard what the- He grumbled out loud before reaching over to the thread with his other hand and trying to pull it off only to find the string growing longer and longer as he did. He frowned and studied his hand closer, noticing the thread wasn't ON his finger but IN his finger.
-hell? Cyrus finished in stunned confusion.

A moment of silence passed between the two men before Cyrus suddenly jumped to his feet, grabbing his head as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
Oh what the hell man, what the hell is going on? What was that thing? What did I just eat?! Cyrus asked Calico, his manic state making him completely forget what Calico had said earlier. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his wrist and saw more threads protruding from it. He looked at his hands, more threads were coming through the skin, though he felt nothing at all. They began clumping and braiding, cascading from his hands as he shook them violently.
Ahhhhh, stop stop, STOP! Cyrus yelled at his hands only to notice the threads retract back into his skin.Cyrus stared at his hands and then at Calico who was gazing at him from between his own hands,
Okay...so that just happened.

Cyrus allowed himself to be shaken, unsure of exactly what to do or what was going on. When Calico released him, he simply wiped away the spittle the man had launched onto his face when he started yelling.
Gross. Hey buddy, I don't like this any more than you do! What were you even thinking, leaving a Devil Fruit in the same bag as regular fruit?
Cyrus asked the man, watching him pace about, pulling at his own hair. He suddenly became painfully aware of how much attention they were drawing to themselves, both of them yelling like escaped mental patients. He looked around them, luckily the street was relatively empty but for those few who wandered about their attention was fully on the two homeless fools arguing over fruit.

As Cyrus tuned back into his current predicament, he caught a few words of what his new "friend" was muttering on about. When he realized the man wanted to somehow pull the fruit out of his stomach Cyrus began stepping backwards, raising his hands in defense and moving away from the deranged hobo,
Whoa wait, what? Hold on there buddy.
He continued backing up as Calico slowly approached him, this man was clearly mentally unhinged and losing the fruit hadn't helped at all. Somehow going out looking for breakfast had turned into accidentally gaining super powers (or a curse depending on how you looked at it) and being slowly approached by an insane man wanting his fruit back. However, through all this madness, something small stuck out to Cyrus,
Wait a minute, did you say Revs? Give the fruit to someone in the Revs? That's what you said, right? Cyrus smiled and began chuckling, then flat out laughing, a mixture of both genuine comedy and a bit of nervousness.
Oh buddy, what a lucky day, I AM the Revs. Well you know what I mean, I'm part of the Revs. Cyrus Kincaid, nice to meet ya. I'd shake your hand but uh...you're still giving me those creepy eyes like you're gonna cut my belly open and sift through the insides.

Cyrus was surprised by the man's sudden, erratic behavior, although he hadn't been all that normal to begin with. Cyrus looked at the man standing across from him, trying to study him. He hadn't confirmed he was a Rev like Cyrus, but he had also mentioned someone named Che and wanting to get in the good graces of the Revolutionary Army for some reason or another. Regardless of the man's background he was presently tripping balls in front of Cyrus and the young Revolutionary had no idea why.

Goats?
Cyrus asked, looking over both of his shoulders and down the street for any goats the man might be talking about. Seeing no goats, he decided the man was most definitely insane. Cyrus studied the man's face, noticing his glassed over eyes and dazed look as he stared at Cyrus, giggling occasionally and then immediately appearing serious. He seemed to have little control over his thoughts, speaking them out loud without any form of filter. Then the man started mumbling about tripping and Cyrus looked at some of the discarded fruit on the ground. Realizing what must have happened, or at least theorizing, Cyrus began to chuckle and then laugh out loud before gently clasping the man on the shoulder to show he was no threat.

No no no, we don't have to do anything. You however my friend need to sit down and sleep this off. Cyrus said, gently pushing on the man's shoulders to have him sit in the same covered spot they had shared the fruit. Regardless if the man sat or not, Cyrus would say,
I have to get going, you just stay here, try to sleep this shit off, alright? I'll check on ya some time later. With that he would turn and begin walking down the street. He genuinely hoped the guy would be okay, but he also had his own shit show to deal with.