Post by Time on Nov 4, 2023 3:05:38 GMT
The instant Odette shifted to her Zoan form, her body began moving differently, this time, stead of swaying and swinging of her body; Odette would find that her body would move to a more animalistic movement of grandiose flair, her wings buffeting the first of the men who were trying to cut at her out of rhythm. If anything, the fact she could change her form without restriction; as well as change the style of dance in doing so with her body type meant one thing. She was in FAR more control than any of these men could anticipate. What's more, while they attempted to strike out of rhythm; it was clear that they hadn't gotten the timing down perfectly. Reports had stated Michael had only recently acquired the devil fruit. This meant that while his right hand men were more adept at exploiting rhythm to create openings; they didn't have much experience against anything abnormal. Most normal folk were helpless against such a force like a devil fruit after all.
The second goon seemed to hit only feathers, fluff flying as the blade cut nothing more than inconsequential down. The retaliatory peck with her beak was far faster, though not from above as she had anticipated her movement to be, as the first beats were not descending, but only continuing to rise, the drums and strings beginning a crescendo as they climbed upwards with their anticipation! Instead, her peck came from the side, as she spun, striking the first goon in the side. An audible crack of a rib was heard by Odette. The two other goons had to step back, as the swing kept going, before she was forced to perform the spin in a full rotation twice. The men grimaced, their confidence lost at the sudden change in her movements. "CAPTAIN! SHE'S NOT DANCING LIKE THE REST!" The larger guy with the hammer yelled. The man who had gotten struck with a broken rib grimaced, but tried to use one of his guns. A shot echoed, but only resulted in more fluff of down; and a man on the other side giving a scream as he was shot instead. "I can't get a shot on her! I can't tell where feathers end and body begins!" the rat of a man spoke. The fog around Odette would thicken, but for now the third man stayed out of sight and quiet.
Michael on the other hand looked down. "The Hell?! HEY! NO FAIR! You're suppose to be dancing to my awesome moves!" He said, his own movements mimicking what she had been doing prior to her shift into her Zoan form. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DANCE LIKE ME!?" He said, spinning, before moonwalking, all the while holding his hip and hat as he looked at Odette from the side. Before he could get an answer, the honk from Odette echoed through the air.
Polly would find herself unable to resist as the men who smiled and picked at the woman quickly made attempts at trying to hurt or outright take advantage of her restricted state. Cutthroats and scum, these pirates didn't care. To them, the Coleson Brothers owned the North Blue; and they could take whatever they wante-
"Tch!" A single voice echoed, as Polly disappeared from the chains that were cleanly cut at their weakest links. The men who were confused at her sudden disappearance looked over, only to see a man who easily stood a good 7 feet tall, a blade in hand, and Polly on his shoulder. "I told captain not to bother me when I'm cooking." He said, placing Polly down gently despite his cold and disdainful exterior. Turning to the men, he smiled in a menacing cold gleam to his eyes, as he held up his knife which was nearly as long as a short sword. "Popeiliron is made of a unique type of steel. It's tempted and sharpened to such a degree that it can make cuts into anything. Bluefin Elephant Tuna, Guacamole and their pits; iron and steel chains..... Pirates who disturb those I feed." the grey blue haired man with red eyes, wearing a mostly navy blue cook's smock and white marine uniform under it said; as suddenly the eyes of several pirates who had dared to touch or harm Polly turned white, blood spraying from where their ligaments had been cut, before they all fell to the ground. "I presume that you'll be my assistant today Polly..." the Cook, Julian Freece, or better commonly known among the crew as Freeze asked; making sure to whip off any blood remaining on his cooking utensil. Polly shook, but quickly regained her senses. "Ye-Yes Freeze! Odette is caught in that devil fruit. We have to stop-"
Freeze held up his hand in front of Polly... or rather slightly raised it due to their height difference. "Odette is fine. She would have called for me otherwise.... for now... We need to deal with the small fry." He said, brandishing his knife with a cold sadistic smile. "So, either help me properly, or stay out of my new kitchen Polly." He "politely" asked as best he could. Polly would only nod in response, as she'd stand back to back with him. "Rodger!" She said, as pirates who believed that it was simply dumb luck or a fluke would move towards them. With Polly now covered by Freeze; Odette was free to focus on her fight.
The second goon seemed to hit only feathers, fluff flying as the blade cut nothing more than inconsequential down. The retaliatory peck with her beak was far faster, though not from above as she had anticipated her movement to be, as the first beats were not descending, but only continuing to rise, the drums and strings beginning a crescendo as they climbed upwards with their anticipation! Instead, her peck came from the side, as she spun, striking the first goon in the side. An audible crack of a rib was heard by Odette. The two other goons had to step back, as the swing kept going, before she was forced to perform the spin in a full rotation twice. The men grimaced, their confidence lost at the sudden change in her movements. "CAPTAIN! SHE'S NOT DANCING LIKE THE REST!" The larger guy with the hammer yelled. The man who had gotten struck with a broken rib grimaced, but tried to use one of his guns. A shot echoed, but only resulted in more fluff of down; and a man on the other side giving a scream as he was shot instead. "I can't get a shot on her! I can't tell where feathers end and body begins!" the rat of a man spoke. The fog around Odette would thicken, but for now the third man stayed out of sight and quiet.
Michael on the other hand looked down. "The Hell?! HEY! NO FAIR! You're suppose to be dancing to my awesome moves!" He said, his own movements mimicking what she had been doing prior to her shift into her Zoan form. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST DANCE LIKE ME!?" He said, spinning, before moonwalking, all the while holding his hip and hat as he looked at Odette from the side. Before he could get an answer, the honk from Odette echoed through the air.
Polly would find herself unable to resist as the men who smiled and picked at the woman quickly made attempts at trying to hurt or outright take advantage of her restricted state. Cutthroats and scum, these pirates didn't care. To them, the Coleson Brothers owned the North Blue; and they could take whatever they wante-
"Tch!" A single voice echoed, as Polly disappeared from the chains that were cleanly cut at their weakest links. The men who were confused at her sudden disappearance looked over, only to see a man who easily stood a good 7 feet tall, a blade in hand, and Polly on his shoulder. "I told captain not to bother me when I'm cooking." He said, placing Polly down gently despite his cold and disdainful exterior. Turning to the men, he smiled in a menacing cold gleam to his eyes, as he held up his knife which was nearly as long as a short sword. "Popeiliron is made of a unique type of steel. It's tempted and sharpened to such a degree that it can make cuts into anything. Bluefin Elephant Tuna, Guacamole and their pits; iron and steel chains..... Pirates who disturb those I feed." the grey blue haired man with red eyes, wearing a mostly navy blue cook's smock and white marine uniform under it said; as suddenly the eyes of several pirates who had dared to touch or harm Polly turned white, blood spraying from where their ligaments had been cut, before they all fell to the ground. "I presume that you'll be my assistant today Polly..." the Cook, Julian Freece, or better commonly known among the crew as Freeze asked; making sure to whip off any blood remaining on his cooking utensil. Polly shook, but quickly regained her senses. "Ye-Yes Freeze! Odette is caught in that devil fruit. We have to stop-"
Freeze held up his hand in front of Polly... or rather slightly raised it due to their height difference. "Odette is fine. She would have called for me otherwise.... for now... We need to deal with the small fry." He said, brandishing his knife with a cold sadistic smile. "So, either help me properly, or stay out of my new kitchen Polly." He "politely" asked as best he could. Polly would only nod in response, as she'd stand back to back with him. "Rodger!" She said, as pirates who believed that it was simply dumb luck or a fluke would move towards them. With Polly now covered by Freeze; Odette was free to focus on her fight.