Kassandra DeMarks | 23 | Calm Belt Pirates | Captain/Navigator | Tagging: Azara, Karter, Navii | Location: Stormchaser
Kass shook her head, setting her hands on her hips. She’d wondered the same at first, but as a Devilfruit user, she understood better than anyone. "No, that’d be impossible. A fish-based Zoan would be liable to the standard Devilfruit weaknesses. Fish based or not, ironically, they would never be able to swim. He was a fast little thing, the fin came out, he jumped the edge and was just GONE, just like that. The fin was coming directly from him though. Curious, really, but I didn’t get the chance to get a good look at him, unfortunately."
It troubled the captain much more than she would have liked to admit if she’d been able to help it, but she was sure her body language betrayed her doubts and fears. Even just the way her eyes lingered too long. If she focused in the right place though, Kassandra could still see the shoreline, could still see the silhouettes of the gathered army, including the young Fishman that had piqued her interest. They were people of interest. It was getting risky if a small army already had eyes on them. Had they done something to offend? Kass' lips curved up into the start of a smile when she fixed her gaze on Navii. The first time she’d genuinely smiled since Quin had passed. She’d had no reason up until now to smile, when the one woman she had genuinely and truly loved no longer walked the same earth.
"I’m sure you’re in good hands." Kass returned the salute, trying her best to conceal her light giggle. "I’ve been honoured to have the two of you on this ship in my time as captain." She supposed it wasn’t even acting captain at this point. It was her the others looked to now. Funny, how fast things had changed around here. "Whatever you do, just make sure that when the end comes, be it a year from now, or a hundred, make sure that you can look at your life and honestly say that in the end, you have no regrets. Promise me that."
Sabo | 23 | Chief of Staff | Revolutionary Army | Tagging: Adrian, Akirra | Location: Stormchaser
"You look confused by the statement. While it’s true there’s some bad blood between humans and Fishman in the past, as with everything, relationships between individuals can vary depending on circumstance. We all found ourselves in terribly unfortunate circumstances, and we bonded and formed the army together, that’s how every member of the Revolutionary Army works. As far as we're concerned, Hack is no different than the rest of us," Sabo explained. It was a hard one to wrap one's head around sometimes, he knew, especially with history so deeply etched in stone.
"Oh he’s still a baby. He may be twenty one now, but he’s never grown up. Still acts identical to how he did back when I first met him as a child." Sabo's expression lightened, an easy smile coming to his face. "If you’re looking to forge a friendship with Luffy, I’m quite sure I could arrange a meeting. The best advice I have for making friends with him is, don’t make one of his friends cry, and make a food offering, he loves food and adventure above all else."
Alvida | 29 | Co-Captain | Buggy-Alvida Alliance, Buggy's Delivery Service | Tagging: Jessabel | Location: Ship
Alvida might not be the type to run away, per se, but she’d honestly be just as happy to blend into the background and hide until the coast was clear if there was trouble, she wasn’t afraid of being selfish in that way. She didn’t look at it as selfishness. It was just being self-preserving as far as she was concerned. However, they had a rather large crew, which meant that very few pirates would dare to mess with them. The Marines were a whole other issue, and she could only hope that whatever those THINGS that had been scouting ships were would ignore them.
Alvida studied her scraped palms. She was surprised with her Devilfruit that she had even been able to grab hold of the rope in the first place. She had failed before, and now she saw why. "Yes…it’s probably a good idea," she agreed with a sigh. It was an easy fix, however. Nothing to get worked up about. Mostly it was the oil and grease on the ropes that has gotten to her. She’d need to wash first. It was absolutely FILTHY. "Prove you were ready to leave? Was your family really so restrictive they wouldn’t let you as an adult leave home?"
Dellinger | 19 | Army Leader/Former Executive | Donquixote Pirates, Invasion Group | Tagging: Loke | Location: Mainland
That little stare caught the Fishman off-guard, but he kept his expression as vague as he could, apathetic. Then Dellinger grinned, arched an eyebrow at the commentary from his friend, tilting his head to the side, his eyes taking on a dark but teasing gleam. "Hey now. No cover-ups! I heard that," he announced. He slid closer to poked Loke's chest. "I heard it, I heard it! You. Think. I’m. Hot~!" Nope, he’d made up his mind. He was NEVER letting that one go. "I’m a hot fish demon who's cool? Fine by me!" He winked, patting Loke's shoulder.
Dellinger was always so focused on his work or training. He’d never had time to consider things such as matters of the heart. With how callous he could present himself to people, especially when they were on the enemy side of the field, sometimes he had wondered if he even HAD a heart. He did though. He knew because the close contact and compliments had set his heart fluttering, and today wasn’t the first time either. There had been instances in the past that made him wonder if such things were in the cards for him in the future.
"Well I mean, how can a Fishman exist, really? Wouldn’t that mean somewhere down the line some fish and some person had a kid and it became a Fishman? How does THAT work? I’d say nothing's impossible. IMPROBABLE, maybe, but not impossible." Dellinger snickered to himself. He knew he probably wasn’t the first person to come to that realization, but it was always fun to see if he could make people uncomfortable. Dellinger didn’t know if Fishmen were a natural race, or how that worked, he didn’t even know how HE existed, as a hybrid. He CERTAINLY didn’t know much about elephants as tall as the sky. Maybe that would be an interesting research topic later. Or hey, if they could find it, maybe they could recruit it!
Dellinger slowly breathed in and steadily let the breath go. He absentmindedly traced the curve of one white earring with the tip of his finger, fixing his eyes on his friend. He WANTED to be serious, but 'serious' and 'Dellinger' weren’t generally words that fit in the same sentence. He stilled though, dark gaze resting evenly on his friend's face, studying him. "I think it’s normal to like your best friend," he noted. Then it hit him in the face. "Oh. OH. You mean…THAT kind of like?" He yelped.