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Yumiko
Yumiko
[tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,278,965,048
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Posts : 466

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun Dec 17, 2023 1:58 pm
Name: Mink-staken Identity
Category: Episode
Player Participants: Yumiko (+1), Aya Ruiz (+0)
Planned Location(s): Notice, North Blue
Planned Time Range: One day between April 18th 1829 and April 25th 1829.

Summary: After assisting the NRA, the wandering warrior finds herself on the run. She needs to flee North Blue before her new reputation reaches the news. For that goal, she makes a stop at Notice to rest, refresh and resupply.

Unfortunately, money is tight. The hunter has to make do with the gifts of nature. While bathing in a lake, some sneaky and cheeky youths steal all her belongings. ...Including the clothes. Thus, she is forced to assume her full weasel form to maintain some semblance of decency.

To make matters worse, the weasel woman immediately gets mistaken for a mink. Marines and Bounty Hunters chase after her, while she’s forced to hide like a criminal. Being big, unusual and highly visible makes sneaking around all too difficult.

Meanwhile, an aspiring artist has fallen into a rut. Tourists are easy pickings, sure, but... She finds herself wondering if there’s more to life than just lazily drifting through it. At this rate, she might start dreaming of spending her days beach-bumming and drawing caricatures of tourists.

Luckily, the mischievous Mink happens to catch the most interesting rumor. She hears of a weasel Mink causing trouble at the city outskirts. Of course, she simply has to check it out for herself. After all, she has gone far too long without minkship.

Brought together by fate, the unlikely allies team up to reclaim the stolen belongings. As there is no honor in beating up kids, violence is out of the question. Instead, they agree upon a daring heist. Sneak in, snatch the stuff and slip out. No mess, no fuss, no shameful conduct. Well, that’s the plan anyway. And as all savvy souls know...

No plan survives contact with the enemy.




Gentle winds played faint songs with the leaves and painted fleeting patterns in the grass. A forest lake glittered in the sun. Ripples washed over the serene surface, accompanied by soft splashes.

A pale woman carefully waded a little deeper into cool water. Long, dark hair cascaded like a curtain down her back. Toned muscles told a tale of a trained warrior. Scars shared stories of failures... A blade hung from a sash on her hip.

After all, a swordswoman without a sword was indecent.

Yumiko knelt down, shivering at the mixed sensation of soothing water against her skin. Bathing was always a double-edged sword for someone like her. While she enjoyed it, her curse did not. Unfortunately, money was a luxury she had run out of over a week ago. Not a single Belly to her name. Thus she had to settle for what she could get.

The samurai stared at her reflection and the reflection stared pointedly back. She could hardly even recognize herself anymore. Just weeks ago, she had been a noble Marine. Now, she was little more than a runaway criminal. Shameful. Disgusting. Vile. The toxic self-loathing bubbled inside her skull.

Lost in thought, the hunter failed to notice that she wasn’t alone. A pair of glinting eyes watched her from the shadows. They darted onto the pile of clothes left at the shore. Matching crescent grins gleamed in the bushes...

Eventually, the warrior dragged herself out of the water. While it wasn’t as pleasant as a hot shower, she cherished the chance to rest nonetheless. However, the rest was now over. She would get dressed and-

And...

Where were her clothes...?

Puzzled, Yumiko sniffed the air. She caught the scent of her clothing. It was rich on the ground. Yet the trail was mixed with two others she didn’t recognize. The realization sank in soon enough. Her cold expression twitched... Foul words dripped onto her tongue, eager to get unleashed. She swallowed them back down.

Without wasting a moment, the samurai rushed off. Hot on the trail, she burst through the bushes. Only the leaves brushing against her skin reminded her of something important. Wearing naught but a sword at her hip was hardly appropriate... She couldn’t show up in public like this...

Fortunately, a dark coat of fur solved the problem. Or so the weasel woman thought. It wasn’t until she reached the city outskirts that she found herself faced with a different kind of problem. As soon as someone spotted her, they screamed something about a Mink and ran for their life...

News Coo articles flashed before Yumiko’s eyes. She was painfully aware of the trouble caused by Firebear’d that led to declaring the entire Mink Tribe as criminals. To be captured on sight... She gritted her teeth at the thought.

Was there no end to the trouble caused by Marine zealousness?!

Soon, the city’s gossip circles were buzzing with a peculiar rumor. Supposedly, a weasel Mink was stirring up trouble at the city outskirts. Several bounty hunters and other greedy ne’er-do-wells were eager to investigate. There were several good reasons to capture a Mink. About 700,000 of them, if you knew the right people...

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Total: 533 / 5000
Pikasso
Pikasso
[tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
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Posts : 90

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty Re: [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Dec 22, 2023 1:06 am
The days were starting to blur together. Each time the sun's rays bled down into the waters around Notice it seemed a like more commonplace than the last. Where the streets once held the thrills of the unknown and the chaos of untrodden paths, they now faded into a monotone swatch of boring background.

Even the joys of people-watching and leaving newly painted works for others to discover had gotten stale.

Fits of yawns seemed to be plaguing a certain invisible onlooker with ferociously adorable tenacity.

Just this morning she had caught herself yawning midway through nabbing her breakfast, alerting a half-awake man to the stack of pancakes now floating above his plate. It only took long enough for him to rub the sleep from his eyes in disbelief for the breakfast to disappear completely.

Weaving her way through the streets to chase the tails of gossip among the locals was a welcome reprieve from boredom any day, but today's tones made the red panda's oversized ears twitch to attention.

The crowds teemed with hushed panic about recent run-ins with a familiarly-furred individual. The word 'Mink' lingered like sour fruit on the sneering lips of Lesser Minks so often that Aya could spot it from blocks away.

She would have been happy following any hints of excitement at this point, despite the chances of this being another example of Lesser Minks mistaking every strange animal that washed up onto their island for a furry fiend.

Still, the arboreal artist couldn't resist the mystery of another lone Mink wandering out there in the open.

And fortunately for Aya people around Notice didn't know how to resist blabbing about the interesting stuff. It was just a matter of sorting out the truth from the exaggerated hysterics of frightened humans.

Her first lead fizzled; the alleged altercation was simply a misremembered bar fight that had landed a rather hairy Lesser Mink in a heap in an alley outside a dive that smelled so strongly of alcohol that Aya almost mistook the burn for the scent of paint varnish.

The second story took her on a walk that merely alerted her to the uncanny silhouette of a sack stacked on top of a barrel just barely visible from the outside of a dilapidated building closer to the outskirts of the city. She had to admit that from a distance... if you kind of squinted... it did sort of look like a scruffy old canine Mink she once knew.

Despite the disappointing refuse there seemed to be something in the air that held promise. With a few deep draws of breath, the tiny investigator tried to focus.

A growl broke her concentration.

She set one paw on her stomach and gave a tiny squeak of a yawn. Maybe it was time for a snack.

Instinct brought her to the top of a gnarled old willow. The transparent climber scrambled up the boughs and sent a small cascade of leaves falling in her wake.

With a new perspective, she could now truly enjoy her scavenged lunch. Aya wasted no time in getting an eyeful of the trickling creeks of roads that the roaring city streets had waned into the closer they dared to get to the more natural parts of the island.

She only managed a single bite of apple before a noise in the distance quieted her munching.


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Yumiko
Yumiko
[tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,278,965,048
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Posts : 466

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty Re: [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Dec 29, 2023 9:15 am
Much like where rivers met the ocean, the line between the urban and the natural landscapes was teeming with life not often seen. Several stray cats serenaded. Nearby, a suspicious little bag traded hands and two shadows parted ways. A sloppy drunk who was late for a party -or far too early for it- stopped to relieve himself against a brick wall.

Wasn’t nature amazing?

Meanwhile, the distant voice got closer... Grew louder... And promptly multiplied. Furiously stamping feet kicked up a veritable dust cloud. A small army of hunters stormed right beneath the gnarled old willow.

The misfit group came to a screeching halt at the very edge of the city. They sniffed around, even turning some cobblestones over. Nothing.

Someone pointed out that the paw prints ended here. Another snarky voice thanked Captain Obvious for his valuable service. An argument sparked over how words could be hurtful. It was silenced by an open palm visiting the cheeks of everyone involved.

With the whiners silenced, the group turned to the fine, inebriated gentleman nearby. A disjointed chorus demanded answers. Had a big weasel run through here? Where had it gone? How long ago was that? Evidently they were fluent in sloppy drunk-ese, seeing that the answers proved satisfactory.

However, the group disagreed on which direction the teetering fellow had pointed, exactly. One guy took the initiative and dragged him off as their guide. Some chose to follow him, while others decided to take a shortcut. Then, the remaining handful of poor sods were simply lost, but they certainly didn’t let that slow them down.

The hunters scattered like cockroaches.

Moments later, a pile of trash resting against a brick wall rustled. Out popped the dark, furry head of a monstrously large weasel. ...Well, presumably the rest of the weasel was in there as well. However, only the head pivoted around like a periscope above waves.

Once the fugitive could be sure that the coast was clear, she emerged from hiding. Filth and trash clung stubbornly to her moist fur. A rotting banana peel sat on her head like an ill-fitting fashion statement. So much for the benefits of that bath...

Yumiko sniffed the air tentatively. Several scents, some stale and others awfully fresh, competed for her attention. It was tough to pick out the ones left by her belongings. The trail was little more than a bit of string in a storm.

The weasel woman peeked around the corner, only to spot one of the previous hunters wandering far too close. As she backed away, her ears twitched at another set of approaching footsteps from behind. She growled a curse beneath her breath.

Words: 444
Total: 977 / 5000
Pikasso
Pikasso
[tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 90

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty Re: [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Jan 08, 2024 1:07 am
The dusty pall following an oncoming stampede of frenzied ferreters was a welcome sight for perhaps the first time since Aya had ventured away from home.

It meant she wasn’t too far off in her search… or she was just as confused as the humans hunting down this alleged Mink.

Either way, she wasn’t going to let them have all the fun.

With one last forlorn look at the sandwich in hand, Aya cut her losses and left the remaining half tucked in the crook of a branch. At least the birds would get a good meal out of it.

Aya followed far enough back from the would-be trappers to keep pesky dust from littering her fur. It wasn’t like she was going to lose track of the noisy bunch.

It seemed odd to her that they were heading back in toward the more populated areas, but this was certainly the easiest trail to follow.

Their sudden stop up ahead of her was even more curious still. It seemed her hopes for a competent lead were dashed quicker than she expected. Disappointing, but not surprising. At least it was worth a silent snicker to watch the frustrations build, especially knowing that there was in fact a Mink just out of sight of the scrambling searchers.

Aya kept a bit of distance between herself and the now-fractured posse, wracking her mind for a new idea to fight off the boredom and beginning to meander off herself.

Then, as if by some sort of divine intervention hellbent on keeping the little red panda’s attention, a pile of trash seemed to be given a breath of life.

Upon second glance and first reality check, a grin pulled across the invisible woman’s maw. She froze momentarily to assess the situation.

This didn’t seem to be someone simply causing havoc for the Lesser Mink population on Notice. There was a certain air of desperation required for most to bury themselves in garbage. Though she knew Minks with some unique tendencies, the trash-loving types were often rather unmistakable.

That was all the confirmation Aya needed to turn tail and head toward the kindred stranger. Her pace picked up as her excitement redoubled.

The tiny red panda appeared out of nowhere. If greetings were an art, Aya was a pioneer in Fauvism.

Like a cannonball of fluff and tittering laughter wrapped up in an oversized tropical-print shirt, she threw herself with open arms toward the other woman.

Where most might expect a vicious mauling, there was only the delighted nuzzling of fuzzy crimson cheeks to dark fur.

"GARCHUUUU~!!"

It seemed like much too long since she'd shared the greeting with another Mink. It was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes.

"...Youteia have no idea how happy I am to see you!"

And see her Aya certainly did. After the blindness of the initial excitement, she gave a few thoughtful blinks as she looked the other woman over.

"...Are youteia.. uh, some kind of naturist?"

" And... why are you wet?"

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Yumiko
Yumiko
[tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,278,965,048
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Posts : 466

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty Re: [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Jan 10, 2024 5:07 am
All of a sudden, something appeared out of thin air. Faster than the warrior could react, an unseen assassin pounced. With the speed of a trained shinobi -or kunoichi- a blur of red closed the distance. A fierce, foreign battle cry split the silence.

In a flash, Yumiko found herself pinned against a wall. Sneaky arms snaked around her, trapping her in a tight squeeze. A single thought shot through her mind. ‘Sumo?!’ She was not prepared for someone so well-versed in martial arts to target her. Gritting her teeth, she braced herself for a vicious mauling...

Instead, she was hit with something far more... confusing.

“Happy...?”

Blinking, the weasel woman repeated the most unexpected word. With fumbling paws, she tried to return the hug. Despite the sickle-like claws, she managed to match the friendly tenderness somewhat.

Now that the initial adrenaline rush died down, the warrior got a proper look at the strangely dressed kunoichi. As soon as she got past the rather odd attire, the reality hit her like a frying pan to the face. The fur, the ears, the notably fluffy tail... Her hackles bristled at the sight. A mink! She had orders to...

Orders to...

...No.

There were no orders, not anymore. Thus, the former Marine relaxed her tense stance. Forced the prejudice out of her skull. Hid the surprise behind a layer of ice.

It was short-lived.

The sudden question pierced the samurai’s cold composure, like an arrow through paper. She was caught with her pants down. Rather literally. Her jaw dropped. Ears flattened. “Wha-? Nay, I... This one...” Instinctively, she crossed her paws in a weak attempt to cover herself.

Unfortunately, there was just too much weasel to hide behind lean limbs and large claws. It was foolish to even try. A true samurai was proud of his body! Her body...? No, that made no sense. Samurai couldn’t be... Gah, her thoughts were all scattered!

Yumiko hurriedly cleared her throat. She steeled her resolve and held her head high. It was only embarrassing if she let her shame get the best of her. “Ahem... I mean, I was taking a bath and some fiend stole mine clothes.” ...For some reason, admitting that didn’t make the situation feel any less embarrassing.

Unfortunately, the chance meeting was interrupted all too soon.

A curious hunter, dressed like an outlaw from News Coo comics, peeked into the grimy alley to check the commotion. “Bah gawd, ahm seein’ double!” He declared with a wide accent, rubbing his eyes. “Fourrr minks!” Even from several dozen feet away, his breath reeked of firewater.

The hunter tugged his wide-brimmed hat, adjusted his hefty gut and brandished his thick boomstick. “Jimbob’s gunna be rrrich, yessirrrree!” His three remaining teeth twisted into a malicious grin. “Com’errre!” If he pulled the trigger, the narrow alleyway would turn into a beehive.

And the whole town would know where to come looking.

Words: 484
Total: 1461 / 5000
Pikasso
Pikasso
[tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
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Posts : 90

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jan 16, 2024 2:36 pm
The awkward tone of the embrace seemed completely lost to the delighted artist, but the attempted cover-up was not. Aya’s head tilted to one side, fluffy ear twitching.

“Stole your clothes? Who would do something like-”

The irony of the mink dressed in fully ‘borrowed’ clothes questioning such a thing was cut short by the inebriated alleyway intruder. Instinctually the red panda’s paws lifted as if she’d been caught red-handed.

“...Oh, great. Aya’s shoulders sunk along with her mood. “Let’s not be too hasty now, alright?”

Being perceivable was such a pain.

Not as much of a pain as being riddled with ammunition would be, though.

With a sheepish grin and a few cautious steps away from her new furred friend and closer to the hick at the end of the path, the red panda blinked out of sight. The already wavering aim at the four furred visions now searched desperately for the missing half of the targets. The sounds of footsteps bounced off the walls of the grubby alleyway.

What in the-

As the backwater assailant tried to cut his losses and settle on the remaining prize, his gun seemed to have a sudden change of heart.

The barrel jerked towards the sky, the drunkard’s trigger finger aligned shoulder suddenly slumping following a crackle of static.

With half of his grip now slipping from the firearm, Aya’s nimble paws liberated it fully from the hunter’s grasp.

“..Gimme that. These things aren’t toys, youteia know.”

With all the practiced tone of a disapproving older sister, the little red panda showed herself again and turned the barrel towards its stammering owner.

“...Now scram.

Hoping desperately that the man would be too confused and overwhelmed to recognize that Aya had very little idea how to handle a weapon like this, she took a quick glance back towards Yumiko and gave the man time enough to make himself scarce.

“Let’s find a less conspicuous place for introductions, shall we? Are those big claws youteia have any good for climbing?”

In a surprising show of tenacity and a significantly less surprising display of skullduggery, Aya’s thoughts reduced to dazed nothingness as a nearly empty bottle made contact with the top of her head. Broken glass and cheap booze littered her hair and dribbled down her face.

The tiny mink stood stunned as the laughter of a drunkard who thought he had the upper hand rang through her ears. With a little huff, she tried to blow sopping wet strands of red out of her face.

“...Ow.”

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Yumiko
Yumiko
[tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,278,965,048
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]

[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 466

[Episode] Mink-staken Identity Empty Re: [Episode] Mink-staken Identity

This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Jan 19, 2024 11:28 am
The warrior’s stance tensed. Her claws dug into the street. Winds began to whisper. Robbed of clothing, dignity and now escape routes, she was almost ready to resort to desperate tactics... But hesitation froze her muscles.

Yumiko’s eyes focused on the cannon. It wasn’t aimed only at her. Was she fast enough to cut it apart, before it could fire? And if she failed, was she strong enough to withstand the blast without endangering the stranger by her side?

...She didn’t want to answer those questions.

Fortunately for everyone involved, the trickster stole the initiative. ...And the gun.

The weasel’s eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. She wasn’t sure what she was seeing anymore. Or rather, wasn’t seeing. It looked like the girl just vanished into thin air, only to reappear elsewhere. What manner of sorcery was this...?

Stunned by the display of guile and skill, the warrior had to shake some sense into her head. A less conspicuous place. Yes, of course. “Agreed. I can-” The sound of shattering glass cut her words short.

Yumiko’s fur bristled. A threatening snarl crawled past her sharp teeth. “Tch, despicable coward! Begone!” Rushing between them, she whipped her scythe tail in a wide, dangerous arc. It carved the foe’s bristly beard in two. Honestly, an improvement.

Following the slash, a sudden whirlwind erupted from nowhere. It sent the drunkard tumbling backwards. Trash cans clattered in rhythm with creative cursing. The circling winds whipped up a blizzard of old newspapers that filled the alley.

In the confusion, the warrior deftly scooped up the trickster. She was large enough to act as a strange steed. “Hang on!” Her claws scraped against the wall, finding just enough traction on the bricks. By the time the trash stopped flying, she was already gone.

After a hasty scramble across the rooftops, the monstrous weasel took shelter in the shadow of a slanted chimney. She cast a worried glance at the surrounding streets. “I pray the fiends think not to gaze upwards...”

More importantly...

Yumiko turned her attention to the brave stranger. “Are thou alright, young Miss Tanuki?” She tried to get a good look of what she feared was a devastating injury. Was that dripping alcohol or...? A single sniff made her recoil. Eugh. Yes, definitely alcohol.

Like a worried mother older sister, she fussed over the shorter girl. “Do thou require bandages? Medication? Uh... Sake to numb the pain?” She blurted out haphazard suggestions. First aid had never been her strong suit, but that wasn’t going to slow her down.

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Total: 1885 / 5000
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