Ship: Public Ferry [Event] Navigator: N/A Helmsmen: N/A Passengers: Just me and NPCs Cargo: N/A Sea Difficulty: 2 Method: Post Count Log Pose: N/A Material Cost: N/A
The Sea was calmer than Little Mo had seen in a long time. The sky was scattered with friendly clouds that would help shade the ship from the rays of the Sun. However, below deck Little Mo was not enjoying this weather. Instead he was licking his wounds and wrapping up his tattoos. Putting bandages around his wrist, almost up to his elbow, along with bandages to cover his entire calf. The wound he did have already had healed, but he was wary of getting it reopened. So a layer of slime soaked his entire body. Albeit the areas he put bandages. His attire also was different, stealing from those riding aboard. This being for two reasons. He was connected to Lips and not knowing where he was going didn't want to be spotted in any attire he usually wears to do business with Lips. The second is because he had grown due to eating. Two hearts pumping at full capacity, whilst a third moved at a light murmur. He could taste Plague Rain on his tongue due to this. And the only thing that went well with the taste was fresh meat. Cooking it didn't matter, as it being raw was better.
His umber skin stayed the same, something that only swayed with emotions. However, he needed to do something with his hair. On the Cress his hair was dry, but on this ship it'd be more silky smooth and moist. This mainly due to having it coated with his slime. It wasn't too much that made it heavy, nor to light that made it unnoticeable. As just touching it will allow you to feel there was something mixed with it. 'This color will not do. I do not feel this color will be fitting in anyway.'
Little Mo spoke to himself, in his mind, as he looked at the mirror he had in front of him. He liked the outfit he had put together. The maroon shorts with blue string, matched his skin. The vest, that he kept open, was a seaweed shade of green. It brought a dullness and simpleness to his character. As apposed to him wearing a Tengu mask or Ninja garbs. He didn't want to draw attention since he was going to be stealing from another. He wanted to blend in, at least while traveling on this Ferry. But his White hair would not allow that. So, Little Mo would sit Indian style and cup his hands. He'd focus his breathing first. Into his nostrils slowly and out his mouth in a steady pace. He'd do this for a clean ten minutes. He wasn't like his Mother, he couldn't make his Hair fight for him. However, taking control of it was one of the first things he learned with Life Return. It helped you be able to focus on other parts of your body. As if you can feel each strand of hair on your head and command it, even for a simple action, you would go far with Life Return.
He'd start at the root. Due to his color being white it was easy to shift it to something else. His imagination of what was most fitting to him came when he closed his eyes. Soon he was within a field, instead of sitting on the floor of some ship. This place was surrounded by flowers of his home. Standing up he'd begin to walk around, aimlessly, before stopping before a large tree. Compared to the flowers it appeared dead, but Little Mo knew it was just a sleep. He could tell due to the shade of the bark. Touching it he knew what he wanted to pick. He'd close his eyes and soon open them again. His mind returning to reality. 'Mother always liked this Color. And trying to change it to another would be too difficult for me. I feel I am at the limit for this type of ability. White, Black, or this shade of green is all I can muster. Despite so many years.'
Name: Art of Life: Extension Tier: Basic Range: Self Description: Through Life Return the user can extend the length of their hair, at max five inches, and also changing the color. This goes for the hair on his head or face. This is a technique used to help those trying to learn Life Return. Destruction Range: N/A Duration: Instant Base Stats: N/A Key Traits: Martial Arts Instructor
Little Mo would go topside, joining the many others that were on the Ferry. It had gone to Cress but did stop on Babei for a few weeks. That is the explanation for his current delay in going to Java. The place he assumed the coins he had needed to be taken to. Said coins being tucked safely into his pocket. Despite always covering his face this past month alone too many people have seen what he actually has looked like. If he had a beard that might throw off someone. However, he hoped his weight gain and change of attire, as well as hair color, was enough to make him appear new. As he didn't want to run into those with Katana or the bloody hand. 'There are a lot of Hands(Mercenaries) here. From a lot of different groups. But I can't tell if they are just going to Java for work. Or going because of the coins.'
"Boy get back tah work!" With those words came a hard hand to the back of Little Mo's head. Turning around he saw that his outfit, more or less, matched that of a Older gentleman. The smell of his breath and strain of his eyes, strangely, made Little Mo guess he was in his sixties. To be clear Little Mo didn't purchase a ticket, he never carried beli. And they didn't accept his slime everywhere. So, he just went with it.
"I ap- apologize, Uncle. I-it. It, t'now. neppah... " Little Mo always called those over him Uncle. And due to his look of confidence his slurred words weren't taken as nervousness. Instead, he was assumed to be a victim of the Plague Rains. His and feet gave away his race. A Fishman.
"Tch! Ion want any apologize. You are one of those slow ones. Dammit. They need to stop hiring the help, and give me real sailors. Just follow me, and do as I do." He felt bad for the Fishman(Little Mo). Despite being clean, not having outside side effects, the Plague Rain more than likely at his brain. But, they were short of staff right now. They didn't think this many would take the Ferry. As unlike other Blues the South is dangerous no matter where you are. If you aren't tough enough or careful enough those that transport could very well be your downfall.
Little Mo would follow the Older Sailor, and stop once they arrived to a body. The guy was wearing almost the same thing as them two. It seemed all you needed to be considered staff were these colors. However, if outfit seemed better. Looking at the corpse attire the bandanna on his head brought everything together. So, Little Mo would take it and put it on. 'Thank you.'
"You a strange one, stealing from the dead. But, I don't blame yah! Better used than wasted! Strip him and then grab his legs. We gotta toss em' off this ship." The Old Sailor barked his orders and Little Mo followed them to the letter. After grabbing the legs the Old Sailor grabbed the arms. Together they tossed the body into the waters the ship was traversing.
For the rest of the day Little Mo would be instructed by the Sailor to do odd jobs around the ship. Two more times they'd find the corpses of those that worked on the Ferry. The Old Sailor didn't speak directly to Little Mo due to a misconception. But made it clear that due to working for this Ferry the employers couldn't harm those that got on. Someone did it in the past and harmed the wrong one. With the Underworld so deeply rooted in the South honest business, that survived, had to roll with the punches. Little Mo didn't like that, not at all. However, he understood that him doing something would just cause this place to get the backlash. As he didn't plan on using this Ferry again. Not because of what was going on. But, because the Old Sailor gave Little Mo a book. There was no explanation but Little Mo took it nonetheless. Little Mo, through instinct, offered his three coins to the Man. But it was declined as this wasn't a trade. The Old Sailor would go to his quarters with the night coming it was time he retired and rest.
The Adventure of Vasco
Little Mo would spend all night reading about the tale of this Navigator. He was enthralled with it due to not having read anything for a long time. It allowed for a calming thought to come into his head, one of the past that made him hopefully of the future. The main thing he would get from it was his lack of appreciation for his surroundings. Vasco had seen so many different places and explained them in a way that allowed for the reader to feel as if they were there. 'Mother would've enjoyed this. I know she would've.'
Little Mo would finish the book in one night, since he did not sleep.
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He'd hide, not wanting to help the Old Man anymore. This was because he got inspiration from Vasco, someone who didn't allow himself to be completed used by others. As this team needed would have to report to someone. Little Mo already had to report to the Red Hand that had his friend. Too many bosses would make too many enemies when one was crossed. So, instead Little Mo needed to get someone to partner with him. 'This should be easy enough. Java is where most go to get hired, but I can't have anyone too raunchy. They must not be Lips either. Hopefully, they can read. As I will not be trying to speak.' Little Mo thought of how he would do this over and over again, until he came to a good plan. The plan hopefully would work, but if it didn't that was fine. He'd just try this out to make things easier for him in the long run.
Soon he would hear the sound of a bell. It came also when they had arrived to the previous Island. They were close now, but Little Mo didn't want to wait. Instead he'd disembark early, after coming out of hiding. Quickly jumping over the edge of the vessel and allowing himself to sink deep into the cold waters. However, that is the only pleasant thing he could say about this section of the sea. As Little Mo always did this as a way to tell the current state of a Island.
Pollution could be tasted in these waters. The drug dens on this Island are the most famous in the South, filled with so called 'cures'. However, this taste within the water was appealing to Little Mo. He didn't count the seconds or focus on how much time would pass on his journey toward the island. He just had to swim forward. There was nothing that would stop him, well there shouldn't be. The waters were calm and so should this moment. 'I wonder if this is even the right Church. But, I haven't heard of any other place within this sea in the South with connections with any Church. Well, not any that are still standing.'
He didn't have doubt in his choice. Confidence, despite what others way think, never was something Little Mo had to a problem dealing with now. Something he would need to have in this line of work. As despite this being his preparation year he still had these odd jobs and tasks he was stuck with. Either due to people knowing his past or people using those allowed to get close. It wasn't fine at all, but Little Mo couldn't do anything about that stuff right now. All he could do was adapt to it the best he could and stay alive. As his life was too valuable to be lost right now. There aren't many people that can change the world, and even less Fishman. That is what his Mother told him before she had passed.
His thoughts would come to a close once he was close to the Island. The beach he arrived to was a ways from the port. And lead into nothing but the jungle. But, before he went to the church he wanted, and needed, to deal with his hunger.
[travel complete]
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2020 20:41:04 GMT -8 by Little Mo
