Okama Kingdom's Akuma:

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There always should be a trigger. Moise's story didn't begin in the present and neither did his ascendance to prominence or power. Most people in the pirating world shouldn't have quick rises to their ranks, and neither does the marine world. Preparing is a natural habit of Moise's though and he's always been aware of the powerful foes in his world. In a little office on Momoiro Island resides Moise and for good reason he's chosen to be stationed in this area for hiding. Pink everything, pink everywhere. Where else in the crazy world is there such a twisted utopia? The only "paradise". Moise doesn't judge but he's not ignorant to basic psychological understandings. The Okama Kingdom he's taking residence in is abnormal but also deceivingly peaceful with it being difficult for such a unification of personal identities and pinkness to rouse any anger. Of course, Moise isn't completely welcoming of his environment despite the innate ease of workplace he's accustomed to.

Currently, it can be hopefully seen in Moise's appearance alone that he isn't willing to conform as his entire body's covered in a jet black "stocking". To bystanders, it's unknown whether Moise is even male or female but perhaps Okama Kingdom residents take this in an unintended way. Meditating quietly inside a "parking lot booth outpost" made of stone is Moise. Some take the little space Moise has as dedication to protecting the Okama Kingdom people. Realistically Moise doesn't need that much space for meditating during his job, as he can just sleep in other people's homes with the Mane Mane no Mi. And presently outside the useless booth stands an upbeat okama to come annoy Moise.

"Commodore-chan! Your cute minions say there's a situation."

"I'll see to it."

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Originally, Moise was sitting down with his eyes closed inside the booth mumbling eerily. Abruptly he'd stand up and turn toward the okama outside the booth. The booth was relatively small but Moise with his Haki wasn't worried, and there were 2 doors to the outside for the booth. Opening his eyes Moise met a sunny day and in a fluid movement opened a door to the outside. Stoically, the marine accepted a stray pink petal as it flew on to his face. The okama outside briefly looked confused and unfamiliar to his surroundings. How'd the Commodore know what he has to do? Looking briefly at the okama Moise seemed to look through the man's soul. Kenbunshoku Haki gave Moise's gaze an understanding and all-knowing feeling to the startled okama. In a way, to this okama, Moise looked enchanting just based off his eyes that were not covered by Moise's bodystocking. Inwardly Moise wasn't pleased with the situation though and there was a shadow on his covered face. People weren't supposed to know Moise was situated at his current location unless his subordinates fail.

Cultivating his own "Evolving Justice" all the time was Moise's idea of a good time and his fun time was interrupted. An eye twitch escaped Moise as he realized the okama was eyeing him up. The inside of the booth is really the only immediate area with sunlight but it blocked the view of the okama originally somewhat. Isolation in this dark forestry area wasn't because Moise was totally avoiding his duties, as he's fast enough where any problem could be reached if necessary. Controlling himself, Moise smiled underneath his masked sleeve of a figurine. Maybe it was an instinctual attraction okama had for Moise that made him avoid them, as the Mane Mane no Mi is the perfect okama fruit.

"Thanks for your sacrifice and service!"

Silent calm succeeded the marine's apathetic but soft voice. Reciprocation wasn't genuinely possible from Moise and he was actually revolted by the okama's presence. In the shadow of the forestry stood this weirdo middle-aged okama in a tutu and the rest of his body covered in seaweed-like hair. You've made a mistake coming here. Distance from the human race was ever-present in Moise's heart. Pretending to be what one isn't is the flavor of the day and life for the Mane Mane user. Before him okama were simply too useless and incorrect for Moise to tolerate interruption with how perfect his power was. Drawing the okama in toward the booth by subtly manipulating the thing's emotion and body language was first completed. Decisive extension of Moise's palm toward the face of the okama simultaneously rang with a cold air. Maybe the marine-chan wanted to cuddle to console the okama for the scary situation? Hypnotizing came naturally with Moise's strong mindset and fruit powers.

Each movement of Moise have long since been programmed to touch a person's face. This time, Moise was dismayed of this nasty touch contrary to lacking any OCD. Sympathy was easy for this marine, but calculation even moreso as his present form remains to be a mere grunt subordinate's. The moment Moise decided to grasp the okama was the moment his form shifted back into his original half-breed fish-breed. Rokushiki's base Soru to this fish-breed was simply useless as his body's natural speed exceeded it and therefore the medians such as the okama couldn't even see Moise. Unfortunate from fortune, Moise's attack on the okama is in the form of an Impact Dial.

Great pain and a resounding scream could have came from the okama. Yes, Moise felt it, as he could now scream and be this okama himself. Meaningless struggle could have came from the okama as Moise's body had only equal strength to the okama. Instead weakly but truly, Moise's hand covered the mouth of the okama and a blood spray was controlled. Go bleed elsewhere where the sun doesn't shine. Don't dirty my space. Wastefulness in using a skill that could hide it's pain wasn't used by Moise. An arm of Moise's ruthlessly lay at the side already in the upper chest of the okama. Left right, who cares, the whole performance is immediate and unobservable as only the ignorant okama was present for hundreds of meters to Moise. The Impact Dial blended the organs of the okama into a feasting clear pain that simply wasn't fast enough to exceed the existential sense of the okama. Revealed mummy bandages came dislodged underneath a hand of Moise's and indicated his disintention of Mane Mane.

Death became conquered by the sweet taste the okama took as he permanently rested. A pink petal now red fell off Moise's face, perhaps from the shifting of his body's form. Drowsily looking at the okama Moise smoothly moved the petal into the okama's mouth. Borrowing upon Moise's speed the corpse is placed down into a bag dragged forward with the marine's foot outside of the booth. No special Hello Kitty bag, as the bag is in fact just a black sleeping bag that matches the clothing Moise wears. Opposing his distasteful behavior, Moise placed the okama inside the bag and promptly zipped it up. The corpse from start to finish birthed in darkness. On a quick reflection, Moise figured the corpse needed an enemy's autopsy due to the Impact Dial: for this reason Moise enjoyed blending people due to all the superficial witch doctors around.

Holding up Moise's potential saving of the populace was inconsiderate on the conscience of the weed-man. The subordinate grunts of Moise day-to-day took care of all affairs of Moise as his leadership and intellect foremost was proficient in these matters. Considering their leader, the subordinates made good use of the Okama Kingdom's resources to send a messenger as they're tellingly occupied. Naturally, Moise also took the risk of deleting the man due to the trust in subordinates vetting him. Flaws readily available in the plans of these grunts was that Moise needed to carry the body around by himself and thus the sack of potatoes was evidently going to be a sack of potatoes. Not going to train my body for this thing that's for sure... Drowning out the distant sounds was acceptable for the Impact Dial, but it'd draw people and now he'd need to move on.

OOC Light NPCer: I'll PM/DM details and just skipping elsewhere. Don't want post before then per prompt NPCing.

Mistaking matters in sequence wasn't a habit of Moise's, so he took out a long rifle and shot his Impact Dial in a manner it isn't damaged so as to refill it. Focusing himself successfully, faint sounds resoundingly carved into Moise's perception in the distance even with the loud accompanying sound this time. In actuality, Moise already knew the direction of the disturbance due to the okama's body language. Wherever it was, it'll be obvious if it couldn't be handled by the acceptable subordinates. Rolling up his black skinsuit sleeve Moise was going to hide the body first.

Perhaps due to being drawn to the Impact Dial's sound Moise isn't the only one to hear about the disturbance. In his own bedroom, an animal weaseled their way in. Parts of the trees with pink fauna shadowing the outpost parted as a muscular and massive sculpted okama emerged. Another one. If Moise was aware of the foe he'd have smite them on the spot. Counter-intelligence was the most despised foe of the fishman. A cold wind blew on to the figure who somehow had escaped the senses of Moise with a skill. Fat chipmunk cheeks adorned the face of a beefy union of male and female. Starting from the hair on the back region there's a dark "female" pelt on this apparent mink. Subdued civility was somehow found on this figure as a long seeming robe flows off them to the ground. If Moise were present and aware, he'd recognize this being to be "Mojo Jojo": a master guard of the royals in the kingdom. Following the cloak are dazed minions of this shrewd mink. Straggling on the ground, they seem to be under some sort of controlling method whether drugs...or something else.

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"Sir, Commodore can see the situation as it is. What do you sug-"

"HAAAH THE FUCK YOU WANT? I'M MAKING SPACE FOR KANDY-SAMA."

"Sorry...my roids are acting up too."

Time passed, the fish-fellow came to face angry chopping lips, and he replied kindly. Subordination saluted Moise not looking for insubordination, and the encirclement of Moise's grunts were in a clearing along with some guy loudly chopping trees with his hands. Lovely little place, as this was a cemetery and stood out even more flashy then other places in the kingdom. Another okama, and this okama chopping wood looked even weirder than the last as he had a purple beard circling on to his crown as some apparent fashionable lady-hair. A purple bikini and teenage body. Perhaps all the purple as an affront to Okama Kingdom's pink. To the woodcutter, he needed to put on a show of  "how Kandy's crew" is to deter his opposition to his task. Mind spaces in Moise's head felt like they were being chopped away with the annoying woodcutter.

Guarding himself was always the key to success so the fishman wasn't distracted. Expecting a surprise attack, Moise raised a gun from behind him in synchronization with the opposing okama that was chopping wood. Kandy-who? That could wait until safety arrived. Fury of 10 successful voyages for stats was ever-present in Moise and his guns didn't lag in a contest of speed to a mere lower-thing crewmate. Hesitation instead lagged behind Moise as he had already shot the now-disarmed okama. Baleful joy and a shiver arrived as another shot was at the feet of the okama. The late shot of Moise's subordinate was kept in mind.

"I hope you're not afraid of heights and you're made of rubber. You'll need to see how high the heavens are."

Somewhat offended by the stunt, Moise lowered his gun in disobedience to his words and dropped it to hell. Lowering the weight on the okama's defensive mind only served to adjust the fishman's stance as he promptly blitzed the okama with Rokushiki's Geppo. Common gun wielders couldn't keep up with Moise in any facet, but this okama is somewhat trained and Moise didn't feel like taking an extravagant risk. The extra step continued the effect of Soru on Moise's offensive journeys and he arrived at the back of the new okama. Curling his hand from a little gun into a snake, Moise barehanded grasped the face of the okama. In a simultaneous directive the devilish fishman also placed his Impact Dial on the poor man's spine. A pained collapse initiated from the exploding back of the okama, but Moise didn't want to stand the sneaky fellow further.

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Rightly considering the ground like lava and meeting Moise's expectations, the okama wanted to initiate a counterattack. Unfortunately for the burly-looking man Moise valued the moment and "roided up" into a copy of the okama's form. All of the okama's hair was being covered by Moise's black skinsuit, but oddly enough Moise towered over the okama with deceptive shoe inserts. A moment of doubt was golden, and Moise didn't doubt himself or his Impact Dial as he used newfound strength from the okama to reload it by squeezing it. The now-free hand used to transform that had touched the okama's face pressed down with the dial, to continuously activate it and stun-lock the pirate scum. Die now. Please die. Stop moving. I'm done. Go grab a bite. With steel dedication eventually cracking the whole body of the minion broke it into immobility.

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"Wh-why...***cough***did you attack unprovoked...why do you have an Impact Dial as a marine stationed here?! WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T."

"What a pussy! Fodder, we have some work to do. Go spread some propaganda and follow the directions I've set."

"Yes sir Commodore."

Defeating the okama, Moise tried to endorse an excited atmosphere with a fake gruffy voice, as there is some sweeping to do for a presumed okama crew coming up. Sadism didn't come to Moise naturally and he only looked like he seriously considered bringing the okama on a journey to the sky. After all, this okama needed to seek forgiveness from heaven for the fallen souls in the cemetery after disturbing them. Overall, an immediate trip to heaven inconveniences Moise's progression and routine sadly. Under Moise's standard direction and blackmail, the subordinates who were only watching came out of the shadows with rough held breathes having to endure watching the ghoulish assault. Of Moise.

Recon for the freaks and weaks was all Moise wanted these grunts to do, but there was the sufficient direction to provoke them into fighting to the death if need be. The grunts looked like generic lads with generic uniforms. Dropping down from a harmless Geppo jump, Moise had his figure sculpted in shadows and took on the form of one of his grunts again. With the grunt form came weaker strength and thus the defeated okama was dropped on to the cemetary dirt. The face Moise takes on now is so generic even the other grunts don't question facing it directly. Concern brewed inside Moise after hearing "Impact Dial" on this standard day.

Recognizing the blow-up machine that Moise only knew due to his user guide couldn't be good. Someone experienced was associated with this rampant okama at the least if they journeyed to Skypeia. Cloudy eyes opened into dawn as Moise became situated out of bloodthirst. Distracting himself, he finally noticed the beauty of the cemetery in full bloom. The shuffling of the grunts taking the okama to the close-by outpost wasn't minded by Moise. Lively gravestones, pink flora, pink fencing emasculated the fishman slightly as too much of the same thing or pink color had it's own wonder. Life beneath death. Walking behind his grunts Moise recalled some corpses he placed in this area. It could have been unfortunate if treeplanting discovered Moise's buried toys, and thus that okama was somewhat of a concern. Tiresome putting the resting to rest; at least the marine license to kill is preserved. The fauna and animals in Momoiro Island are cute but not "Okama Kingdom".

"Haha you're poor. What you gonna do?! Put me in jail? Maybe in another kingdom, BUT HERE? My crew will get me out in a snap."

"Actually I have a Brig I don't feel like finding...and everything under heaven is my shared property."

"Scream"

"Beg"

"Bargain"

"Heaven awaits anyway. This isn't where I let you leave. I don't need to tail you running to your captain to find them."

Finalizing the encounter with the okama it inched toward completion. Moise first took upon the okama's appearance unmasked, unmasked fake-excited voice, and unvigorously masked emotions looking down at the man. Scenery had devolved back to Moise's wonderful outpost. Tombstones seemed to have moved from the graveyard as the okama was a dead man walking with slim hopes. Mean okama made fun of Moise's living space. Yet this okama's been graciously invited to dirty it. Unceremonious torture was enacted on the okama and by threat of using the man's identity in the most vengeful manner a complete interrogation was crafted. Darkness cast on to the stone booth while Moise took the initiative to take out it's final occupant into the non-Hello Kitty sleeping bag. In the middle of the interrogation Moise had confirmed with his subordinates the identity of the crew he was dealing with and he'd then directed them to their duties. Anything to fall out of Commodore's sight. Thinking back to the petal that fell on his face earlier the fishman truly appreciated the lively flora. Force-feeding similar bouquet of pink flowers from the cemetery, Moise seasoned the innards of the 2 bodies in the Hello Kitty bag. Beefy stomachs all around but Moise mainly has a big sleeping bag for when he shifts into different Mane Mane forms while asleep.

Spoiler:

Supernova Koton "Kandy" Tera is a real chomper. Bad feelings of Moise had evacuated into the rest of fate. Peering into a closer avenue of his memories Moise recalled that there was a purple back tattoo upon brief Geppo flight with that okama. Frankly though, low-level Supernova are under the eyes of Moise. Outside of his long meditation he is "needlessly awake" and not evolving. Fearing his joy for Tera's presence gave Moise a risky edge as his thoughts raced. Grunt bodies were not beneath Moise's perspective. Origin wasn't the fishman's fancy and he preferred the advantages of the lacking full-human form.

Seeking non-opportunity is just Moise lying to himself though and a target like Tera is a risk that Moise has never decided to take before only for petty concerns. The okama pirate interruption in chopping territory slowly brought an awakening to Moise that he can't totally avoid a clear path. Provoking okama the world-over doesn't seem like a fun endeavor though. "Evolving Justice" is Moise's motto and retains consistency in growing that justice. The smooth precision in taking down the earlier okama was because it's been done before.

Each cut on the captive okama reminded Moise of his immediacy. The right questions, but not forward questions. Sometimes, Moise didn't ask questions and the captive had learned that nobody knew the abilities of Moise nor his identity too late, unless they were under complete control. Confessing weakness, Moise's companion learned of his little endurance and dislike of straining himself despite his ability to persevere. Answers to weaknesses were already allying friendship. The fishman didn't fancy himself strong and his grunts had carried the okama for a reason. Heavy blowj- breathes from knocking the okama out with the Impact Dial, but Moise's personal rythm only echoes in joy after the boundaries of his flesh mingle to his mind. Yes, Moise has a lot of willpower, and thus he's not afraid to fight as he's fought big or small skirmishes. There is no necessity for facing a kingdom of harems and a power struggle between okama though.

"Kandy's crew seems to run off their authority over this kingdom. Our goal is to stay low-key, but this goal has already been present. Excessive social interference influencing our operations is simply a possibility here that needs to be squashed. It's possible to re-insert the woodcutter but once wood's chopped it can't return to what it was and therefore haste is key. The citizens will suffer. But they'll be offered as temporary tribute to water the broken branches." Orated Moise in an unknown basement assembly.

"What will we do Commodore?" We've got no back-up to take out everybody." A particulary brave grunt questioned on instinct.

"What I will do is reverse it." Snapping back, Moise deadpanned silently.

"Reverse?" The same grunt honestly curious.

"Sir means to do what he always does..." An indifferent different grunt shuffled papers in the back, and shuffled their voice into the forefront.

"These people are organized. They've got guns and under a siege even Commodore!...kingdom wars and armies are no jo-." Flustered, brave grunt gave way to fearful grunt.

"That's the past. Hidden masters and government forces have found it beneath them previously to interfere in common wars. Now, new powers have emerged. Forcing one's hand isn't a prerequisite but the natural greed of this new world. Stronger organization isn't a weakness to my means. It's mere empowerment. Just...stay low until my signal. I host the royals." Righteous arrogance plagued by his hidden devil fruit powers seethed through Moise's words.

Not staying in this particular place for long, Moise fulfilled his duty to inform and the grunts served as a supplement for self-reflection foremost. We're all going to die for nothing. Moise could assume the form of the woodcutting okama and prevent citizen tragedies in Kandy's search for him. But that is not progression. Anybody with baseline supernatural strength could replace the woodcutter. But that is not useful. The woodcutter thus shall be the linchpin. That Kandy Supernova girlie perhaps could be more chill if her stupidity conquered the knowledge that crew strength comes from this kingdom. Unlike many in the world and this inactive October-last-post kingdom, Moise has the luxury of free sleep begetting chaos.

Pirates pride themselves on their freedom and marines their responsibility, but Moise can take on either as he pleases due to his devil fruit. True freedom though is the ability to sleep like a king unconquerable by enemies as one likes. Relaxing without inhibition this non-okama laid down on a giant blue bed that felt like the nest of the deep sea. Invading his shared properties was Moise's common routine and he didn't take mind of the surroundings, as he's seen all sorts of housing. All he figured was that the people are lucky they're not home.

Awakening the new day this fishman closed the door to his resting place. The same outfit concealed the origins of this fishman and his Mane Mane grunt disguise fluctuated to prevent waking odors. Maybe he'd smell fishy if he goes back to his original form. Conspicuousness was the flavor of today's day out of necessity. Guns are clearly strapped to the back of Moise and the light of day reflects one dirty long gun. Musing backward, Moise curls his lips in appreciation to his misfiring subordinate's begging pleas after having learned his lesson. Now, Moise is alone for the moment. Gazing around he can see a hallway and expensive religious architecture. The royal feeling drifting left Moise in his thoughts for a moment as he nonchalantly started walking in this open-window environment. Just one of many kingdoms. Most got along fine due to their physique and special power in this world no matter the climate, but Moise simply had the willpower to be unfazed. Ahead, someone appeared just as nonchalant, except they did so because this is their home.

Flowing justice went along with a pontiff outfit mixed with a white wedding gown. Behind this person are mixed race okama who carry this "beauty's" wedding gown from the back without question. Glancing at them lazily, Moise recalled them to be known as "Mojo Jojo": a royal guard for the leaders of the kingdom. This faction could be considered moderately strong, as a nexus of okama like the Vatican. Mojo Jojo in particular has an eerie reputation as a hypnotist despite being a martial arts master. Coming to within a few steps of Moise, this chipmunk-man was shocked for only a moment. A bad omen nests itself in my bosom. Whatever shady dealings this animal was involved in couldn't be good to recognize Moise's default grunt disguise.

"Why good morning Jojo." The upbeat dark one started.

"Good morning Commodore. It's...great to see you here. I WAS HOPING TO COME MEET YOU." Animal thingy getting himself together.

"Me too!" Non-furry reciprocated.

"Really?" Furry confirmed.

"Yes, why is Supernova Kandy in this kingdom?" Non-furry daggered.

"Ah well I just got a report about that. I was looking to get your help in this!" Non-fish lied confidently.

"Oh okay! I'll see you later then." Moise being done with this two-faced meanie.

"Oh wait! I INSIST you stay. We could use your advising at this little palace of ours. You're fully-armed and it'd be great if we could ensure our safety by having you here. I can even get you started by having a little spar with you." The animal bit back eyeing the weapons on Moise in irritation.

Pride colored the face of Mojo Jojo. Vicious insulting in someone's face is demeaning their duty and life's work. Moise entering Mojo Jojo's sphere of influence so easily encroached upon this mink's expertise. The only thing left for the oka-man-a is his own personal power. Looking up this mink from front to back, Moise only motioned himself forward in lazy approval to get it over with. Fighting can be boring to the fishman, as in a world with no real media all that's constant is meditation and superpowered self-improvement. Endless self-worth was still bred in Moise and he felt that contesting anything was possible. Achievement in his own style of combat and standard marine-issued training is Moise's foundation at least. If he had more inspiration for his devil fruit he'd have his own special backing. Although, an inherent fruity risk concerns using his devil fruit up till now.

Beneath the so-called "spar" Moise belittled the true motive behind the encounter entirely despite his laziness. It stays it stays! It stays to die! Divine providence! Backing was as various as the dirt on the ground to Moise, and crawled to him even if he's personally inept. Indeed, inept he is, as the moment he motioned forward Mojo Jojo utilized "Death Wink". Mere blinking created a potentially deadly blast. Always in a stance, Moise had anticipated the blind attack even with a minuscule build-up. Mojo Jojo does have achievement in Kenbunshoku himself. Equaling the mink in foresight didn't bring salvation to Moise.

Hastily and shamelessly kicking Moise launched himself into the air with Geppo. The harmless action of shifting to his true form covered by black skinsuit was accomplished, but mid-air momentum is retained as facing the mink Moise covets secrecy with a grunt form. With a palm forward an Impact Dial is prepared to attack Mojo Jojo. Plans upon plans, but Moise is forced to concede instantly as he fake flies backward harmlessly. He doesn't feel like fighting a blinking bomb. In response, Mojo Jojo moves forward on his crusade and smiles in triumph while belittling any potential bite from a dog pushed to the corner. The flat-faced Moise doesn't cower in defeat and instead watches as fancy-dressed okama rear their heads around the corner of the hallway.

Pausing his advance, Mojo Jojo considers why Moise is backed by these people. Not wanting to pursue the matter until sure, Mojo Jojo gleams with acceptance and waves Moise off. As far as Mojo Jojo knows, Moise is a demon. But he's willing to be friends with a demon for the greater evil in Kandy...which is right as there's no way Moise could be worse. Ending on a friendly note before escalation, Moise imitates the sound of a Den Den Mushi call. Narrowing his eyes, Mojo Jojo recalls the Commodore is in fact a Commodore with at least the most base backed means.

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"Be safe sister." Moise pleaded sincerely.

Confronting Supernova Tera in her body, Moise takes in his preparations and arrangements with Mojo Jojo. Leaving the "palace" area he wandered over back to the vicinity of the cemetery. Tents are mingling with the cemetery's environment and it can be inferred Kandy's crew is there. Dug up graves are frequently seen dirtying the decorated souls and beautiful pink celebrations that were once at the cemetery. Moise thinks back to basic fearmongering of Supernova Tera to recall that she supposedly eats people. Rumors can be rumors but even Moise is quite shaken up just at the thought of cannibal okama. With the Mane Mane no Mi and his acting ability the fishman doesn't fish for "tips". Needless celebration of those already beneath. Children are taught not to play with their food. Why pick up food that's been dropped? Whatever the truth of the matter of Kandy's crew, Moise personally experiences it as a festive atmosphere rages. Infiltrating the Okama Kingdom and this crew has shed light at least to basic knowledge about Kandy if not already acquired by marine association.

Notes:

Acting the role of people absent going up the ladder, Moise eventually is able to gain all the info and opportunity to go for Tera. Until he reached this apex Moise didn't let his guard down and went for the perfect time. Difficulty only lies in preparation to Moise and he's weak to groups as the gameplay begins. So, the fishman dived in and got some friends himself from Okama Kingdom. Pressuring with World Government disliking Supernova recruitment here and Mane Mane's personal power enables Moise to take the reigns of at least mid-level groups. Spandam to the Akainu to a Sengoku. Crossing the gateway to the graveyard's sleep the plan begins as lights go out near the tents.

"Be safe sis Kandy!" The copycat used with no fishy-sounding love.

A moment before, Moise had grasped Tera's face from behind with his back turned and hiding his transforming into Tera. Partying at night was common for Kandy's crew so they were somewhat on guard despite a night attack. The night favored Moise due to his exemplary grasp of his senses and his constant use of Kenbunshoku Haki to understand emotions. Before running low on stamina, he'd always restore his Haki if it was even needed before combat. Being flustered, Kandy gave Moise the feeling that she was warned long ago, but no one truly knows the power of Moise. Even with a warning the fishman swam through troubled waters and stunned the supposed cannibal before an attack. Eyeing from behind him, Moise made Tera see a half-concealed face similar to her own. Looking to be in pain Moise played the perfect part as the attack began on Kandy's camp. Initially, Tera didn't care as she likely questioned the figure before her. What's it like to see your own body injured - horrifying? Using his Seppuku skill, Moise let out a mouthful of blood that didn't affect his capabilities at all but could spark further manipulation to Kandy. Killing intent radiated from Moise's body and fuddled the thoughts of the Supernova okama.

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Was Moise really Tera's family? This was a possibility to Tera. Part of his sleeve flew in the wind once he took on Tera's form. Evidently, he was missing the same hand Tera was from a genetic deformity and Tera herself was orphaned long ago. As gunfire began to reign, kingdom forces and some grunts of Moise had shot a few times before they specifically fled. Stunned looks came from everyone present as they looked at the main actors and more deeply at Kandy. Why wasn't Kandy attacking?! Brief pause spread but as blood had already flowed the pause was brushed off. Flying off, Moise used Kandy's great speed with his Geppo. Studying the island's escape routes was of utmost interest to the fishman's understanding of his troubled waters. Kandy wasn't as interested or knowledgeable in the mapping of the area.

Once flight had begun Moise had used every means available to make pursuers annoyed. Is Kandy even able to pursue? Safety was more important than fighting to Moise and outside of special trump cards it was unlikely Kandy lets her men die for her sister's warning. Worry didn't manifest on Moise seeing how the mangling of the cemetery hides his past buried deeds. Lax living was Moise's past as a commissioned officer but he still had some fun. Fun talking to Tera isn't on Moise's agenda though as she's just as brief and needs just as much conversing as that dead okama. Pretending to be the sister of the inflated Bounty pirate scum and utilizing Kenbunshoku to insert himself into Tera was Moise's limit for tolerance. Melancholy drowsed the fishman as he reflected once safe. Looking down Moise is in an alleyway of a "cowboy" settlement in the Okama Kingdom.

One hand was on this body of Tera's he's copied. Thinking about this one hand, Moise having this form earlier could have kept him in it and never pissed. The hand missing happened to be the one Moise's Mane Mane uses to shift back to default form. If it wasn't necessary Moise didn't want to be in his original half-breed human form and having to do so for others that contested him made him bloodthirsty alone. If people prefer me in one form why be anything? It was a possibility before ambition bloomed that Moise stayed quiet in his life as a grunt. Ever-aware, Moise prepared himself for the finale as Mojo Jojo stepped out in the little alleyway in front.

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"Weird weird weird. Why didn't you and Tera fight?! I even warned her and merely wanted your mutual destruction. You look even more unholy than before and it smells of witchcraft. Whatever! No one's saving you now. I've the ability to mentally control Den Den Mushi and jam them." Shaking confidence roused from Mojo Jojo.

Perking his ears up, Moise was somewhat interested in the Den Den Mushi part. For everything else he wasn't that shocked. It's only the fault of others if they thought he'd fight Tera. An absolute waste of time and the height of stupidity combat is. Baiting the spar and this mink was for Moise's objective of planting seeds. Fighting Tera or anyone without backing is just asking to be fished by bystanders looking for benefits. The only exception to prevent fishing is to deal a decisive blow. Why was Mojo Jojo here? Why's Moise got to stay here? Outliving his usefulness was the common game. Covered now by a black skinsuit, Moise still provoked an instinctual suppression to okama and presented an unholy attraction to Mojo Jojo. Chuckling playfully in theme with Kandy he started to block out the trivialities of this mink's presence. A puppeteer supporter of Kandy that simply predicted Moise's escape route, but that was his limit. Night is Moise's companion with others having lower senses, and like Kandy he appreciated any offered prey. Hiding Kandy's busted hand, Moise still had one free hand for an Impact Dial refilled by his rifle prior.

"You strike like a sissy." Mojo Jojo grunted with the back-flow of air.

THIS ISN'T EVEN MY FINAL FORM:

Underestimating Moise permitted him to have the hand enter the surface of Mojo Jojo's chest with a Geppo blitz. Faster than before. Manifesting a rare victim of his Blood Paste skill paired with Kandy's speed started the countdown to Mojo Jojo's death. In fact, allowing the Impact Dial to strike the furry's chest could have killed on contact. But I feel nothing. A weakling at best. Delaying the skill's effect made it so Mojo Jojo was instead just deceivingly pushed back by Kandy's strength and the dial's. Flat on his back for a moment, Mojo Jojo looked up and saw a full moon. Interrupting the Sulong process that was eminent didn't strike Moise's fancy. Jumping up, he reached a windowsill of a building next to the allyway and easily balanced on with Kandy's physique. Glancing inside Moise was greeted with a raging fire inside a child's bedroom. Well that's not right. Making a sadface, Moise realized that he couldn't run away in peace since Mojo Jojo set fire to the surroundings. An encroaching flame circle and smoke spread around the two as Moise descended to the ground.

"DIVINE WINK!" Horny Mojo Jojo growled in his Sulong.

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Transforming into "Sulong" for the mink tribe gives some boost but all Moise saw is some illuminated red okama tomato without it's robe. Zero interest in talking to the animal bubbled up in Moise. An empowered Death Wink sought the position of the fishman cascading killing intent to his surroundings. Though Mojo Jojo found his Haki dissipating, if not completely neutered by the presence of Moise's ill chills from Seppuku. No...Nothing escapes the eyes of the most holy? Subtracting the intent, Moise utilized his advantage in the senses before the effect on Mojo Jojo dissipated. A Death Wink of similar strength roared from the copycat to only parry the "Divine Wink". Copying for combat isn't a genuine effort yet from Moise. MY HAKI MY HAKI MY HAKI. MY WINK MY WINK. STILL WEAK. Acquiring the Death Wink from subordinates of Mojo Jojo in off-time was only to utilize a moment of distraction in the mink's cerebral process.

Observing the chipmunk yielded the info that it wasn't as damaged by the Impact Dial as Moise thought. Recalling a flash of Busoshoku Haki on the chest wasn't impressive as in due time the mink still dies to internal injuries unknown to it. Compiling basic facts about Haki was natural to Moise's ability to live a sheltered life and he recognized that Mojo Jojo still has the defense active. With Tera's speed the fishman just swam out of the path of all threats instead of pursuing meaningless brawling. A crushed Den Den Mushi and Electro sparks litter the ground from a show of the jamming skill. TRAPPED IN THE ARMS OF THE LORD. FALSE DEITIES SILENCED....But it's irrelevant to Moise. On reflection, Mojo Jojo has no combat style and he should have attacked Moise far sooner even if not worthy of attention. Desperation begets ruthlessness not lucid to NP- mobs, so not attacking Moise before is the advisory of true intellect.

Well, Mojo Jojo did become aware he can't catch Moise though in the flame arena and Moise didn't want to directly be witnessed killing Mojo Jojo. Bracing himself, Mojo Jojo with religious fervor accepted his minions firing cannons upon the location for his own seppuku. RETURN WITH ME!!! Far more sensible than this chip-monk Moise parted the flames like Moses by using a Flame Dial. In the end Moise is baptized by the flames hiding him along with Tera's speed not visible to sight. An attentive insect blown to the night wind. A true enactment of "the sister saving Kandy from royal clutches as a tool".

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