It’s been a few days in the jungle now and hopefully you haven’t managed to die just yet – after all, the fun’s just begun.
On the seventh day of trekking the wilderness, each character who has Water in their heart will suddenly find themselves pausing in the middle of the day. Suddenly they’ll feel a rush of cold, like a splash of cold water dumped on them.
Then without warning, they’ll feel splashes of water amidst their feet. Then, through the use of a spontaneous, tall wave of water, they’re washed right off their feet. At least they don’t have time to be scared as they suddenly lose consciousness after swimming for a few seconds.
Don’t worry. It’ll get better. When they wake up, they hear the following message in between the rushing sound of a river—
 Don’t be lazy. Come on, we’re going somewhere.
You need to see something. Be grateful, I wouldn't do this for just anyone.
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PHASE I [ day one ] Maris is easily and by far the most careless of the elements. Unfortunately this means that he’s pretty careless about where he drops off those of the Water affinity – which is to say, they land with a very literal splash.
Waking up in the middle of a roaring river probably isn’t pleasant. Neither is the fact that all around, there is an abundance of coral reefs sprouting from beneath the surface of the water. If the water was calmer, it would be crystal clear that every gorgeous, colorful detail could be seen beneath the water's surface. But as is, it’s a bit of a fight to just make sure that you don’t go rushing right into an anemone and destroy Nemo’s home.
“Relax, stop breaking my stuff,” Maris’s voice comes from all around when a character finds themselves underwater. Now… do you actually listen?
Because if you do, you'll find that you're actually not in any danger of drowning -- whatever Maris has done, it seems as though you can now breathe underwater (temporarily; really, don't try this at home) though you're still going to be totally soaked. You'll have to swim your way out of here but since this is Maris, it's not like he's given you any directions.
Oh, and that coral will still cut you to ribbons, so best avoid that too.
PHASE II [ day one ] Eventually, gallons of swallowed salt water and a dozen anemone stings later, the water calms down. Characters will surface and find none other than a string of kayaks waiting for them at the next river bend. They’re old and made entirely from the surroundings in the forest – it’s easy to tell that they were used by whoever inhabited this forest once upon a time.
Adventurers are welcome to climb onto the kayaks, but they’re clearly expected to continue to follow the river. The water is calmer and as promised, different kinds of aquatic life can be found dwelling in the river.
Important Reminder: Fish are friends, not food. Should you try to eat one of the aliens swimming around, a sudden, angry whirlpool will appear right there in the middle of the water and spit you back to where you arrived -- you'll have to make the entire swim again! Apparently Maris doesn’t quite appreciate your attempt at nibbling on one of his subjects.
PHASE III [ day two ] Further down the river, getting closer and closer to the sound of oceanic waves, a few more stops pop up along the sides of the river. Tiny houses, akin to rundown shacks will appear and you're welcome to take a look at them. Some of them possess scorch marks and others have flowers growing in between the cracks of the wooden panels. Each have scratch marks, suggesting that the guests of these little huts all had different…. sharp features.
For a while, each of these shacks appear similar to one another – up until the last handful at the end of the row. While they look just as rundown on the outside, inside of these particular shacks, there will be sheets metal and pieces of old technology, completely powered down and out of juice. A piece of paper can be found after opening up some of the cabinets. Most of it too damaged by water to make out, but one page is written in discernible language.
“In conclusion, the natives who dwell in the water are gifted with different powers that allow them to stay primarily within the bodies of water in the region. However they are at peace with those who are aligned with fire, earth, and air. They have come to build small huts so that they may coexist together. Whatever rumored divisions used to exist between them are no longer in place.”
Wonder who could've been here? Either way, it seems they've left their marks -- there are no natives to be found here, and the river seems dirtier here.
PHASE IV [ day three ] The river finally empties out into the ocean. It is crisp, clear, and a gorgeous day out. The sand is perfectly fine and thin, warm underneath your inevitably pruned feet after being in the water for so long. Waves lap against the shore and carry seashells back and forth, tossed into intricate shapes not native to the typical beachside. You made it. Welcome to your Beach Episode.
…. Or at least, that’s how it would be if there wasn’t a sudden loud, groaning noise coming from the water.
It rises slowly and the feeling is not unlike watching the tsunami threaten to wash over the colony however many months ago. But this isn’t just a wall of water, this is a wall of monster. Tentacles sprout out from beneath the ocean’s surface and a piercing screech breaks the monotony of the beach. It’s happened.
You unleashed the kraken.
... Or, at least, a giant fish monster of some sort. Gross. Maris won't be any help; he just sits and watches, shrugging if anyone approaches. It's not his fault most of you smell like food.
But should you manage to take care of the angry fishy fiend, the beach will be free to explore and enjoy and...hopefully not be too uncomfortable to try to sleep on when night falls.
Welcome to your new home.
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Once they've broken the surface (and he's taken a deep breath on reflex since this is normally around when he'd be half-drowned), his reply is almost immediate. ]
If you want to call me by my job title-- [ Annnd he loses the flow of his mild (generally insincere) complaint for a few moments here, realizing that while swimming isn't on the menu, he is in fact still conscious, and he hasn't had to cough any water up. It seems like someone took a few impossible measures for the second round of transportation.
That's... nice? It would be a stretch to say he feels unaffected by the water, and it's definitely on the impossible side, but it's a pleasant surprise, at least. A relatively rare occurrence since they got sprung onto an unsuspecting jungle ecosystem.
Takes the wind out of his sails a little. ]
-- then it's actually "sales assistant".
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[Yep, Namur's just going to stop in the middle of a swift rushing current while holding a hammer's head above water to casually gossip. No big.]
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Some cosmetics stand. Not many customers want advice, though. [ He very belatedly realizes that he might have lost that job by now. Failing to come in without any forewarning for this long? It's not a good sign. ] I looked into the antiques shop first, but... they decided against me.
[ C'est la vie. ]
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[Namur kicks back slightly, rolling himself onto his back on the surface of the water, and pulling Corazon forward. Even though the guy's taller, he's got probably half Namur's mass, so he'll fit just fine if he wants to sit on top of Namur's torso. Or he can flail around because that's kind of awkward and personal? But you know. Pirates do what they want and all that jazz. And right now he'd much rather float around with his gills in the water and his hands behind his head and play raft. It just seems more chill that way.
If Corazon chooses the not-flailing route, Namur will continue yakking.]
Found a good place t' live or y' gonna stay at Newb Central an' jus' start payin' rent?
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Through natural preference or force of habit, Corazon's a personal space kind of man. The result is a passenger that sits very, very still, not unlike a cat that seems to think standing perfectly still in the middle of a room will make it invisible. FLAWLESS. ]
It's easier to stay. And once I'm more familiar with the city, I should be able to help out other new arrivals in the future. Might as well make myself useful, assuming we all find our way back.
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Sounds like y' got a solid plan. Though the way things're headed, maybe y' oughta think 'bout shipbuildin' in the near future, sheheheh!
[But he's only half kidding. Actually he'd really love a ship, and to go find wherever his brothers got hauled off to and drag them to this river and the inevitable sea beyond. Namur can feel it calling, miles away, wide and deep and sending waves to the shore looking for him. Sometimes he thinks he can taste a little salt in the water.]
How'd y' take t' the jungle?
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If the business ever gets a decent foothold, I might be willing to transfer over. [ It would be a lot more familiar than customer service, and that's always a comfort. He just can't seem to move the fuchsia glosses. ]
The city suits me better than this place. Too much water to fall into. [ Like he's not gonna lie about this. The jungle can go hang, unless he has to drag a sick child to a doctor in the middle of it. Water and death and impossibly thick air as far as the eye can see. ] What about you? Have you been getting by?
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Sheheheh! Been lovin' this shit. City's nice an' all but I hate bein' trapped in it.
[He gets thoughtful for a moment, watching the tops of trees and listening to animals along the bank of the river as they float by. It's calm and serene and peaceful. Namur laughs.]
Pretty sure I'd start hatin' this if I couldn't get t' some kinda city though. Gotta have balance, catch me?
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Times like these make it easier to appreciate, but... it's a pretty dangerous way to teach a lesson.
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[Namur's head perks up along with his interest, but he reminds himself to not roll over at the last second.]
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If we assume this really is all about being taught a lesson, and that the rough arrival was intentional, someone could be trying to say "be grateful for what the city gives you." [ But that's a lot of assuming and not a lot of confirmed fact. ] I'd like to think we aren't dealing with something that heavy-handed, though.
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[He chuckles some as he leans back into the water.]
Sheheh, sprung. In more ways'n one, holy shit. Did y' catch a glimpse a that babe? Damn.
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Figures...! Just when you think you've got everything under control, new information turns up. Any chance we were supposed to be dropped somewhere with drier air?
[ He'd climb (i.e. fall down) a mountain for it, he doesn't care. Some people would simply say thank you and make their way to the next part of their lives. And yet, he's still pretty glad it's not a "be grateful for what I've given you" situation. He's seen enough of those to last a lifetime. ]
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[He grimaces a little. That's not really fair, and he knows it. But he hasn't let it go yet, either. They're a work in progress.]
Anyway. Plans don't usually work out, catch me? We're here now, a bigass pod a migrants. Whatever's comin' next we're facin' it t'gether. Might as well figure out what we can 'bout each other an' start learnin' t' work as a team, y' know?
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Kind of leaves him wondering if she wants to fit in either way. ]
You have some good points. And we seem to have more than enough time. [ Nothing to gain by being hostile overall-- the group seems to be doing well on that principle. Lucky break, honestly. That would be a nightmare. ] Sorry, though! I think it's too late to try warning you that I can't swim.
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[If it's falling over and setting yourself on fire, you got the lamest Devil's Fruit, dude.]
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In the battle of 'keep people safe' vs 'keep a secret,' the victor is a no-brainer.
No, he's just been confronted with the truest of crises. Show or tell??? And how can he make it look cool without a rocket launcher? Not that he'd accomplished it even with the rocket launcher, according to Law. ]
I actually became a soundless man. [ He snaps his fingers now, because dramatic timing is apparently everything. Goodbye, sounds of the jungle and the conversation of people floating through it. ] It's been more useful for me to have than the other way around, so I've been pretty grateful for it.
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Freakin' me out, man, holy shit.
[Namur splashes the water inside the barrier with his hand, just to hear something other than their breathing and the sounds of their hearts beating- his now slightly elevated.]
Definitely know some people's gonna be interested in, uh. Hirin' y' on for security, from time t' time. Make sure they pay y' top cred, too. Y' know. If sellin' makeup jus' don't quite cover all the bills.
[Namur works at a nightclub known for being a neutral meeting ground for certain groups within the city. He's been making "friends".]
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But the record should show I'm not interested in running from the law anytime soon.
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[Namur leans his head back, dunking just his head in the water, gills flaring.]
Guess it don't matter much if we're out here from now on, sheheheh! Anyway, jus' think 'bout it for a few days. Ain't like we're ridin' a wave straight at the Red Line, y' know?
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He has no connections on either side of the law in this world. No obligations. He still hasn't outgrown his blunders. And experience speaking, regardless of how little regret he bears for infiltrating his brother's crew, it would be better for him on all conceivable levels not to relive the same kind of consequences.
Being directionless doesn't suit him well, though. No job is technically useless, but by his own personal standards, selling cosmetics isn't putting himself to good use. What is he actually supposed to be doing with himself?
Is now any kind of time for an existential crisis? ]
It's true that it won't matter if we never get back to the city, though. People would still find things they needed to be secretive about, but I think I'd be doing a lot more to help them get a good night's sleep. [ Which he doesn't mind doing anyway. He snaps his fingers one more time, letting sound flood back in. ]
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Maybe, but secrets in this group ain't gonna be quite the same thing, sheheheh! Doubt there's gonna be many people wantin' yer help coverin' up a quick tussle in the saltgrass, aye?
[Namur, don't blush and give that saucy sort of look and especially don't waggle your eyebrows like that when you've got a dude sitting on your torso. It just makes things awkward...er.]
Kinda nice for huntin' shit, though.
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I won't be using it for that!! [ rUDE? The indignation dies out about as quickly as it sparked. Accidentally hurt Namur's eardrums, inappropriate comment. Maybe karma is at work here: in which case, maybe he's doomed. ] Ah. It does makes sense that we'd have to use hunting parties... not that I've ever been much of a hunter. But that's still something to consider for people who are.
[ Can one ten-foot man effectively hover over a group of 44 people, many of whom have never met him or want nothing to do with him in that capacity? Nah. But he can sure as heck try. ]
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Only thing's y'd have t' let out what y' can do. Know sometimes y' Fruit Users ain't too keen on makin' it all public. An' then sometimes y' got peeps like Marco that likes t' shove it in yer face. So I guess it wouldn't be that odd, either way.
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If it's a matter of keeping people safe and fed against keeping my own secrets, there's no question which is more important, right?
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