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Post by nadodan on Sept 16, 2016 14:50:28 GMT
"Oi don't relegate my job to Danny, I'll get back their and get started." Carver said still a Torkoal moving toward the kitchen, however his pace didn't seem to match his words the Torkoal legs moving slowly as he sighed seeing he was making little head way.
"Alright...Just tell Danny to bring out my blue case with the Salad. I may still be able to heal scratches like this" he said starting to treat his state more like an annoyance than a cause for alarm.
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Post by Oranchello on Sept 16, 2016 15:15:51 GMT
The second bite of the... rather repugnant fruit falls from Natalia's mouth as she opens it in abject terror. The children crowding around her scream, and then some of them change their mind and start shouting about how cool this all is. People turning into giant birds? They want some of that!
The little toys that had been meant for Melanie and Lonnie (the birthday boy? As she had accidentally overheard) fall from her hands. She's confused, not feeling cold all over for the first time in forever. It's easy to miss her hair turning pure white under her hat, but some of the children do catch it, and say something about her getting old. She doesn't get it.
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Post by flarnith on Sept 16, 2016 15:44:09 GMT
a heavy groaning of wood gives way to a crack as a chair snaps under the weight of a now metal ork looked to have been made out of segmented blue plates. "Well, this is a predicament..." he speaks with an odd metallic flange. And as the floor itself starts to give off warning groans the metal starts shifting into itself as it becomes a far smaller floating limb-like thing with a singular red eye.
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Post by madandy on Sept 16, 2016 15:57:19 GMT
Lonnie, oddly enough, is barely paying attention to the chaos around him, because half of his focus is on removing the vile taste from his mouth and the other with the large man who just insulted his shootsmanship.
"Heth, thath no nthe," he yells at him, having resorted to scraping his tongue with his hands to try to remove the icky from it, "I cn sthoo..." he trails off as he realizes that his fingers suddenly taste like... feathers?
He takes his hands away from his mouth to see that, indeed, they are entirely covered in feathers. He gives his fingers a wiggle and, on command, the feathered digits wiggle. They are indeed his.
He looks down at his body to see that it has become dark, feathered and even shrunk a bit. Unlike the huge death-bird that he barely noticed, this bird seemed more slim and sleek, more about agility than power. He feels on top his head and finds a hat-like protruberance on the top-back of his head, as if pushed back. On top of it he can feel three small but distinct points, and he can feel a thin, birdlike tail beneath him.
Wait...three-pointed hat-thingy, tail, black? He dives down to his backpack, placed against a leg of his table, rummages in it for a moment, then comes out with a piece of paper. A paper that contains a sketch of a man or boy, all black, with a tail and three-pointed hat. And the edges, now that he looks at them, do look sort of scruffy or feathery. The face is obscured, but it could very well be of Lonnie's new form.
"Huh," he says after a moment, surprised but seeming unbothered by the situation. "So that's why I drew that this morning."
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Post by JadeMonument on Sept 16, 2016 19:54:02 GMT
"Hm... Sounds like they're having a party in there!" The darker-skinned, barely-dressed woman exclaimed, standing outside of the Red Oak Inn. "I was hoping to just have a relaxing evening after swimming all the way here, but a bit of excitement never hurt!"With that so confidently stated to absolutely nobody, Tethys stormed into the establishment, pushing the door open. "Hey-ho, everybody! Has anybody here seen a man named Goldie?" The young woman took a quick look around the room and all of the bizarre patrons - were some of these people part Pokemon? - before walking all the way in past the door. "Well, he doesn't seem to be in here anyway..." She sighed, running her hands over her long, tied-back hair in an effort to get at least some of the water out. "Anyone got any food? I'm starving!"
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Post by amillaiara on Sept 16, 2016 21:01:50 GMT
As the giant red and black bird screechs, Gwyn fully transforms into a small gray body, with blue eyes. With her new small size, she floats up to the top corner of the room, right above where she was sitting, trying to hide from the scary creature. Where her right hand used to be is a small cut, from the class shattering in her hands. 'I.... I. really am a freak...' she thinks after fully comprehending her new form.
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Post by Lockdown on Sept 16, 2016 21:18:37 GMT
Murray stares at the chaos erupting around him, then back at the innocent-looking fruit still in his hand. Making a fast decision, he opens his pouch and stuffs the enlarged fruit in a reinforced compartment to keep it from being crushed; then hurries out the door to find his prospective business partner, glass crunching underfoot. Shouldering past the dark-skinned beauty with only a cursory glance and a nod, and seeing the strange half-avian figure with the sleek dark purple plumage staring at his expansive hands, he winces. "So it looks like I was right. Congratulations I suppose friend, you've eaten a Devil Fruit of some kind. Focus on how you normally look, see if you can get yourself back to your human form. It's absolute bedlam in there, people are transforming all over the place... and we may be in real trouble," he finishes ominously.
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Post by JPThunda on Sept 16, 2016 21:23:48 GMT
"Rum," he said firmly, annoying the woman's alarm for the moment. "So let me get this straight. You just found a bunch of strange looking fruit in the kitchen and decided to serve them up to your patrons? That right?," he asked, loudly and sarcastically. "I guess that explains why they all taste like crap. Ain't that right kid?," he asked, looking over at the little sharpshooter kid.
Instead, he saw some black-feathered bird.
Colt's immediate thoughts went to his mug. What the hell did I drink? How much did I drink? I don't think I had that much... He started to look around at the others in the bar. A lot of people in the room seemed to have undergone similar transformations...and other people had taken notice, so it wasn't just him...in fact, he was one of the few who hadn't changed. I guess it's not just me, then...
He looked back at the sniper kid. "You're taking this whole 'turning into a turkey dinner' thing awfully well, kid...," he said, eyes twitching. What the hell is going on here?
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Post by matanui3 on Sept 16, 2016 21:33:05 GMT
Buuta's eyes bug out as he realizes what he's become, and even more when the giant death-bird shatters the windows. The Cleffa scrambles up onto a table (via a chair, with some difficulty), and looks around aghast at what was a jolly gathering just a minute ago, now filled with people changing into creatures left-and-right and screaming children (some scraming in terror, some in amazement...).
"What's happening?" he shouts in the general direction of the kitchen, in a voice that definitely does not suit his current body, "Who's responsible for this? What have you done to me!?"
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Post by Breakthelevee on Sept 16, 2016 21:35:50 GMT
Watching the people around him change, Ferren shook his head, his hair unknowingly shifting from the dark blue into a bright orange "The hell kind of Inn is this, filled with shape shifters and garbage fruit"
As went to stand up, he quickly fell to the floor, looking up and seeing everyone tower above him. Looking around, he couldn't see his arms and looking down, his feet were replaced with talons. "What.." Is the first thing to leave his newly transformed beak, before he shook his head and tried to think of anything that might have caused this
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Post by nadodan on Sept 16, 2016 21:41:41 GMT
"Oi if you two have a problem with our food. Take it up with me! Be thankful you got something for free!" Carver barked at the Butta and Ferren's complaining, lifting one his his legs pointing it at them "Though maybe we shouldn't have let out fruit we found laying around back there..." he admitted realizing this whole mess could have been avoided if he had vetted the food.
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Post by masterblade007 on Sept 16, 2016 22:19:09 GMT
Pumbloom casually tapped at the bar, strumming a beat as he waited for the salad to arrive. Gee, it sure was taking a while. What could be the holdup? Salads didn't even need to be heated! And the bar patrons; so loud! If he knew how loud the bar was going to be before renting the room he would have probably slept in the rain! Was the barmaid going to do anything about this?
"Excuse me, barmaid. Is there a delay on the salad?" He turned, trying to lock eyes with his waitress of the evening. "Don't get me wrong, I know you must be very busy. Sounds like a zoo in... here..."
And then the scope of the analogy came into view as he finally noticed the pandemonium going on behind his back. Well shit, it really WAS a zoo in here! His eyes and ears darted around, trying to place a source into the hectic condition of the bar patrons. Pets? No, no, these were the ACTUAL patrons mucking around as animals! But how? Complaints, of the food? And on each table, bitten stems and cores of fruits. Except for the tables with normal civilians with fruit untouched.
The DJ's eyes slowly shifted towards his own plate, and what was left of the ill-tasting berry. OH NO! POISON APPLE! EVERY FAIRY TALE MAIDEN'S WORST WEAKNESS! What kind of crazy monster was he meant to become from this!?!?
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Nope. Not feeling the monster-ness. Years eating disgusting lunch-food at Cypher Pol must have paid off! Crazy fruit wasn't nearly as bad as THAT stuff! But just in case it wasn't the fruit, maybe not trusting the kitchen was a wiser plan. "On second thought, miss, just the bill please. Not to offend your cook but I've suddenly lost my appetite."
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Post by madandy on Sept 16, 2016 23:37:05 GMT
Lonnie looks up at Colt, still feeling around his new pseudo-hat. "Well, it's kinda weird, I guess, but... I'unno." He says with all the eloquence one would expect at ten. "Anyway," he says, picking up his drawing and showing it, "I drew it this morning, so I guess I saw it coming even though I didn't." He shrugs and looks back to Ferren, only to see him gone and a tiny bird in his place.
"Oh, have you changed too?" He says. He hops down off his chair, only to find himself seeming to descend rapidly as he too shrinks, ending up as an equally small black bird. He looks himself over. "Okay, this is a bit weird. Oh well!" He turns back to the bird-Ferren and waves a wing. "Hello again!"
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Post by Staruniva on Sept 17, 2016 0:42:05 GMT
Oh, this definitely was turning out to be interesting. The blue girl watched with a twinkle of glee in her eyes as a few of the other patrons in the inn started experiencing the changes being invoked by the Berries they had consumed. A little girl that definitely didn't look old enough to even be allowed in this inn had changed into a very large and very menacing black-and-red bird, and her first response was to screech a very unpleasant sound. As the blue haired girl watched as the death bird shrunk down to become a mix between bird and girl, and as her previous shock turned into delight at the sudden change. She looks pretty happy with that. And that form looked really strong, the blue girl mused as the bird girl started laughing, and started wondering if she should add that girl to her list of candidates for crew members. It could be rather fun to see how she turns out.
It seems the staff themselves have no idea what they've done, and the blue girl paid particular attention to two of those staff members. The first was a very buxom barmaid that was previously handling the drinks, and she was most definitely surprised by what was going on, so much so that she actually shouted out "MOM". The blue girl was quite surprised that an older girl that had many similarities to the barmaid actually answer that shout, and she quickly came to the assumption that the two girls were mother and daughter, which would justify that previous shout. The second staff member that caught her eye was the man that was responding to the complaints of the patrons that had undergone changes, and he himself had also undergone changes. Did he eat one of the Devil Berries as well? the blue girl mused, watching in amusement as the man struggled with the difficulties his new turtle-like form provided.
At another table the blue girl watched as a man and a very young boy both changed into avians as well. The third man sitting at the same table was quite wise not to eat the Berry presented to him, but the blue girl silently wished that he did as well. His reactions to his compatriots changing at least make up for that disappointment. Speaking of both reactions and disappointment, the blue girl was most definitely disappointed at how the little boy reacted to changing into a black crow-like human-avian hybrid. You could've acted with a little more surprise than that, you know. As for the older man, he had shrunk down into... PFFT! A chicken! The blue girl raised a hand to cover her mouth which was stretching into a smile.
A few other patrons also experienced a few changes here and there: a very bundled up girl's blond hair quickly paled into white; a red skinned humanoid in the back changed into metal, broke the chair he was sitting on, and then shrunk down into a blue metal arm with a single red eye; a frail looking girl gaining a thin membrane around her body, before then shrinking down into a small ball of white that retreated to the ceiling. But the transformation that was definitely amusing the blue girl the most was the one that happened to the man she was talking with.
His was a rather amusing result, his large and imposing figure having shrunken down to something so tiny and pink that it brings to your mind "cute". What really sealed the deal was his deep voice staying the same even after the changes. It really didn't fit with his new body, and the smile the blue girl was hiding grew a little wider. At that moment the girl realised that the hand she was covering her mouth with was the same one that was previously holding her glass, and when she looked down she noticed that her hand and been completely cut and punctured, and the inside of her hand could be seen: blue goo. Thankfully the other patrons were being distracted by the bird girl in the center of the room, so while they were distracted the blue girl quickly reformed her hand to appear normal again. It'll be bad if someone found out what I really am.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" the blue girl asked with worry at the large-man-turned-pink-fairy, genuine concern plastered over her face. It would be weird if she herself didn't act with surprise at this turn of events, so naturally the blue girl is going to play along with the chaos that is unfolding.
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Post by FelixSparks on Sept 17, 2016 0:43:26 GMT
With Murray's arrival, Jin's fears were confirmed. He had indeed swallowed a Devil Berry, like his father. He cursed under his breath, closing his eyes and calming himself. This was not the first setback in his life, and it would certainly not be the last. He took a deep breath, his arms shifting back to normal as he calmed down. "Right. Well if I got one, and they've been spread around, something VERY bad is about to happen. The only ones who can really afford this many fruits would be the higher ups in the Marines, or perhaps the Nobles... But I doubt they'd spread them like this. So in that case..." His eyes widen and he whirls to face Murray. "It was probably pirates. A strong group at that, being able to gather this many berries. Only question now is who, but I fear we won't have time to answer that. We need a crew, ASAP. It pains me to say this, but our best bet..." He looks to the inn, listening to the chaos within. "Would be to gather some of the people who accidentally ate the fruit like me."
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Post by JPThunda on Sept 17, 2016 1:45:48 GMT
Colt looks at the drawing, but doesn't quite buy that it might be prophetic. Kid drew himself looking like a bird, now he's a bird-kid. So whoever handed out these fruits saw his drawing and decided to be cute.
"That's real neat kid, but-," he started, putting aside the drawing, but flinched back as the boy shrunk further, Colt's chair dragging across the floor as he did. It had just caught him by surprise...but it was still the kid.
He put his free hand to his face and seemed to chuckle a little. "Great. Between you and that guy we went from a turkey dinner to a pair of chicken nuggets. Fantastic," he said, wiping his face with a smirk. He looked at the fruit in his hand, still held up by the stem. Just what the hell is going on with this fruit...
That was when realization struck. It should've been obvious, but then he'd had a few. Hell...fruit...these, these are Devil Berries...
"Congratulations kid," he said in a low voice, staring seriously at the fruit in his hand. "I'm pretty sure you just ate a Devil Berry."
The fruit had his full attention. Knowing what it was...knowing what it promised...it was tempting. Power--easy power...and all he had to do was take a bite. Sure, if the rumors were right he'd never swim again...but for that kind of power...was it worth it?
Colt stowed the fruit in his bag, making sure it was tied securely...then he started to scan the room. People don't just go handing out Devil Berries for free...someone's got something planned here...but who? "Looks like we've got ourselves a mysterious benefactor around here somewhere...," he said, kicking his feet back up and trying to act casual, his hands resting on his stomach.
Benefactor my ass. Nobody just hands out Devil Berries to everyone in the bar for free. That's one hell of a Round to buy..., he thought as he scanned the room...hands resting comfortably on the grips of his pistols. You're not catching me off guard...whoever you are...
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Post by HeadPikachu on Sept 17, 2016 2:39:29 GMT
More chaos, more drinks passed out, the blonde guy asking for his tab...Gina absently grabbed the tab from behind the counter and set it in front of him during one of her drink runs, noticing that quite a few were leaving. Probably because of the people turning into pokemon left and right...Oh, and some of the ones that left still had tabs, too! They were going to be SO broke after having to fix and replace all this with no one paying their tabs!
After another round of drinks was out, Gina reached into her chest, pulled out a First Aid Kit that had NO business being in there, and headed over to those with cut hands to help them out.
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Post by masterblade007 on Sept 17, 2016 3:26:33 GMT
A small stack of coins left on the counter, and a quick departure outside. So dinner was a bust; oh well. Most important thing was that the snail got fed, which meant more strength to possibly pick up on that signal! As interesting as a bar full of people shapeshifting into pokemon was, the result of that battle going on a mile or two away seemed more pressing for his broadcasts.
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Pumbloom stepped outside the inn, a bag of equipment in one hand and snail in the other. At least the rain hadn't changed much; chaos of the bar hadn't leaked outside. Save for two of the patrons chatting in the exterior of course. Perhaps they knew a bit of the local island; could help with finding a better signal point.
"Excuse me! You two!" The DJ would approach, still wearing his usual torn-up marine uniform. "I don't suppose you know of any tall buildings around the island? I'm trying to wiretap on some comms for a radio broadcast. There's this HUUUGE battle going on between the Marines and 'THE' Red Hat Jack just off the coast! Can you believe it? No idea what they're fighting over though. Sure to make a good story, whatever it is."
He continued to smile, unaware of how his question undoubtedly served to answer their curiosity.
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Post by matanui3 on Sept 17, 2016 4:48:40 GMT
"Am I okay? Am I okay? I'm a tiny pink thing, does it look like I'm okay?"
With a sigh, Buuta sits down on the table, only to jump up again howling as he lands on a shard of glass. An injury he would normally laugh off becomes quite a bit more dangerous when he's only one foot tall and lacking any of the fat, muscle, or calluses that could mitigate the puncture.
"Ouch, where's that damn medkit?" Miraculously, it seems most of his gear had shrunk with him, so he roots around in the medkit on his hip and successfully manages to patch himself up.
Seeing that nobody else seemed to be paying attention to him in all of this chaos, Buuta turns to the blue girl, and weakly attempts a joke. "So, uh, does this happen a lot in this neck of the sea, or are we just... 'lucky'?
I'm Buuta by the way, Caval Buuta, nice to make your acquaintance. Please pardon my manners in not shaking your hand, as my arms appear to be a little nubby at the moment."
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Post by flarnith on Sept 17, 2016 6:47:02 GMT
With a bit of effort the small blue metal mon manages to shift back into the red skinned ork. "I have to admit miss. *turning his attention to the barmaid* That form makes it far easier to fit in buildings. But there must be a reason to all this *gestures* chaos" he then stops, slaps his head a bit then chuckles as he holds his hand out to her "I forget myself, Marak Steelhand. Smith by trade."
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