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Finally time to take the Bandit King up on his offer. She had made an impression, despite how meager she was in comparison to him, over a simple lunch and painting his ship without knowing a thing about him. She had gone as far as to even threaten him without any knowledge on how powerful he was, not that anyone could blame her. She wasn't even living her own life, she was about to fill in the shoes for someone else, so, could anyone really take a time to blame Fibi Cala Mari for wanting to live a little and get on the bad, or good, side of one of the most notorious pirates out there? If you do, shame on you for trying to look down on the smol bean that is the half fishman, half human!
Fibi was given contact information, a number to a den den mushi, something that many out on the grand line used to stay in touch over long distances. The rub of the deal was that Fibi wasn't someone with a den den mushi. Back on her ship, The Perish Song, the flagship of the five hundred year old Kraken, there was no belief in such a thing, it meant that they could be tapped, and the secret could be discovered. As such, Fibi had a number for a den den mushi she couldn't even contact.
Instead, she decided to meet up with Jackal on her own means. The white haired girl wrapped her knit scarf around her face and neck several times, until none of it was dangling off other than in front of her. It gave a nice warm squeeze around her rubbery cephalopod skin. The Mimic Octopus girl hugging the only memento she had of her real family, and then pulled the hood of her jacket up, tugging it down so that only her hair and magenta eyes could be seen. Her hoodie wasn't really zipped up much, revealing her sports-bra like top, and down to her navel where the zipper was finally pulled up just a little.
Her biker shorts were on just right, and on her feet she made sure that her flats were buckled and secured before she twirled about in the mirror, and made a break for it from her ship, and from her overly protective adoptive father. As soon as the girl came close to the ground, that tail of hers unfurled to reveal it was four tentacles, that just slammed in to the docks and braced her for impact. She went in to a small roll, and then sprang to her feet, darting off in to the distance.
Some time later, on the deck of The Pegasus, a commotion was being started. Someone was back that shouldn't be there. Someone that was causing the crew, and probably Sinbad, to have a headache. Regardless of what anyone said to her, she stonewalled them. Her arms folded, her tentacles folded just like her arms, a stern look at the main door on the deck.
She had demanded one thing of the crew of the Pegasus, She wanted to see the captain.
Finally time to take the Bandit King up on his offer. She had made an impression, despite how meager she was in comparison to him, over a simple lunch and painting his ship without knowing a thing about him. She had gone as far as to even threaten him without any knowledge on how powerful he was, not that anyone could blame her. She wasn't even living her own life, she was about to fill in the shoes for someone else, so, could anyone really take a time to blame Fibi Cala Mari for wanting to live a little and get on the bad, or good, side of one of the most notorious pirates out there? If you do, shame on you for trying to look down on the smol bean that is the half fishman, half human!
Fibi was given contact information, a number to a den den mushi, something that many out on the grand line used to stay in touch over long distances. The rub of the deal was that Fibi wasn't someone with a den den mushi. Back on her ship, The Perish Song, the flagship of the five hundred year old Kraken, there was no belief in such a thing, it meant that they could be tapped, and the secret could be discovered. As such, Fibi had a number for a den den mushi she couldn't even contact.
Instead, she decided to meet up with Jackal on her own means. The white haired girl wrapped her knit scarf around her face and neck several times, until none of it was dangling off other than in front of her. It gave a nice warm squeeze around her rubbery cephalopod skin. The Mimic Octopus girl hugging the only memento she had of her real family, and then pulled the hood of her jacket up, tugging it down so that only her hair and magenta eyes could be seen. Her hoodie wasn't really zipped up much, revealing her sports-bra like top, and down to her navel where the zipper was finally pulled up just a little.
Her biker shorts were on just right, and on her feet she made sure that her flats were buckled and secured before she twirled about in the mirror, and made a break for it from her ship, and from her overly protective adoptive father. As soon as the girl came close to the ground, that tail of hers unfurled to reveal it was four tentacles, that just slammed in to the docks and braced her for impact. She went in to a small roll, and then sprang to her feet, darting off in to the distance.
Some time later, on the deck of The Pegasus, a commotion was being started. Someone was back that shouldn't be there. Someone that was causing the crew, and probably Sinbad, to have a headache. Regardless of what anyone said to her, she stonewalled them. Her arms folded, her tentacles folded just like her arms, a stern look at the main door on the deck.
She had demanded one thing of the crew of the Pegasus, She wanted to see the captain.