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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Mar 23, 2012 20:06:06 GMT -5
The multi-colored fish was the first to suspect anything. And while Prosper couldn't be sure it actually knew he was coming, the creature jerked into another direction; moving away from his current spot. The fish had good reason too. It wasn't entirely in trouble, or harms way, rather it might have experienced a fright if it remained in its spot. Mere seconds after the colored fish darted away, Prosper's body streaked past. The waters lapped his body, its familiar embrace welcoming.
A smile tugged the corners of his mouth, his razor teeth slicing past his lips. It felt good to invoke such feelings among the tiniest the ocean had to offer. Slanting his progression upward Prosper kicked leisurely as his body slid through the water. The gills alongside his jawline flared and made the water bubble. Humph, always a dull moment around the shore.. His indecisive actions turned his head upward, his feet lashed out and in the span of seconds he was speeding toward the light above.
As he neared the top, the light from the sun dancing hues along the seam of its surface, Prosper leveled out; moving forward now. Toward the Island. His feet touched the uneven ocean floor as he pushed his head up from the water. Continuing the movement, his torso and above were now streaming with water; feet locking around loose rocks. The southern side of Ohara was rocky compared to its other shores. This side he enjoyed much better. The larger, more flat, rocks on the shores heated up by the sun made a nice place to sprawl out on.
As distracted as he was, Prosper didn't pay attention to the small line of beach sand, staggered with rocks, that moved inland. If he had, he might have stopped and stared.
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 23, 2012 20:47:44 GMT -5
Ohara was well known for its season-round tropical weather and its spacious and sparkling beaches. Why, the beach was one of Aras’s favorite places to visit! He preferred the other beaches compared to the rock-filled southern shore although the healthy-sized boulders that littered the white sands were absolutely perfect for sunbathing. They were warmed to a soothing temperature by the sun’s rays and the little boy found it to sprawl out on one of the surprisingly smooth rocks.
And he was just about to do just that. Already, his charcoal hues trailed towards a slightly slanted slab of rock but before he could take another step, a flash of blue caught his peripherals. Instantly, his head whipped towards the direction of the source and his deep-brown eyes swelled with childish awe.
“ . . . Woah . . . !”
He mused, edging towards the blue-skinned specimen. The stranger looked to be some sort of hybrid, as evident by his obvious array of amphibious features. Although Aras had seen Fishmen before, he was still horribly amused whenever he came across one. Interesting beings they were, able to traverse both land and sea. Also, their fighting style was ingenious and ridiculously powerful. The ability to manipulate water from bodies of water and the atmosphere in order to demolish opponents was both frightening and astounding.
Aras wished he could do all that.
Continuing, the dark-skinned kid got awfully close to the half-shark, a stupefied expression plastered on his visage. Aras didn’t know the concept of personal space too well but even so, he assumed that the much taller adult wouldn’t mind too much! An awkward silence settled about the two before suddenly shattering due to Aras’s cheery and high-pitched voice.
“HEY!”'
Word Count: 320 OOC: !!
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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Mar 23, 2012 21:29:56 GMT -5
His eyes flashed upward just as the sound reached his ears. A slight grimace, a flinch really, trumped his expression for several seconds. Prosper's left foot, which had been raised in mid-step, touched the ground hesitantly. The boy before him appraised him as much as Prosper himself. A split second was all it took for him to realize that he'd been a fool. Careless, would be a good word. Had this boy been armed, he wouldn't have had much time to defend himself. Prosper shook his head slightly.
Only a stone toss away stood a boy, extremely small by the looks of it. Whereas Prosper stood at roughly six and a half feet, the dark skinned boy before him was hardly even halg. Alright, perhaps that was an exaggeration. But he was small indeed. Round eyes gazed up at him, causing a small smile to twitch into existence at his lips. Curious fellow. Most children ran from fishmen. Oddly enough, he didn't look even close to bolting.
The rhythmic sound of seawater dripping from his shirt and trousers; all his ears heard. Then, almost suddenly, the boy piped up: hey! Prosper's eyebrows vanished into his wet bangs. Several words sprang to mind, greetings mostly, but all he managed to say was something different entirely. Bending his head down as to meet the boy's gaze, Prosper spoke.
"You're...very short." His tone curved the sentence into a question. He looked over the dark boy for a hesitant second before his eyebrows dropped to their normal positions. Prosper smiled. "Er hello, I'm Prosper."
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 23, 2012 22:24:42 GMT -5
Most people found Fishmen and Fishwomen to be quite intimidating. Despite their origins and ties with the sea, the amphibious race was known to be hot-headed and quick to act, a troublesome combination for those who got on their bad side. Even so, Aras found them to be extremely interesting and he couldn’t help but strike some sort of conversation with the half-shark. Rocking back and forth on his feet, the dark-skinned boy’s eyes widened as he noticed the blue-skinned male’s towering height, making the little twelve year old feel even tinier than he truly was. Seemingly surprised, the fishman bent down to get with eye level with Aras, clearly stating the kid’s obvious lack of height. Although he ended his statement with a welcoming smile and a friendly introduction, Aras gave a slight frown, brow furrowing.
“HEY! I’m not THAT short!!”
He protested.
“You’re aren’t THAT much taller than me! You’re MAYBE only . . . two or three inches taller than me!”
Giving a sagacious nod, the young explorer crossed his arms, clearly proud of his counter statement. After circling around the much taller male once, Aras came to an abrupt halt. His head tilted to the side.
“So your name’s . . . Prosper?”
Nodding, the child gave a bright smile.
“Well, I think you’re really cool! Are yo - ARE THOSE GILLS?!
He leaned from side to side, catching eye of the fine slits that lined both sides of the bounty hunter’s jaw-line. Blinking once, the lad bounced up and down, excitement apparent on his kiddy features.
“WOW. THAT MEANS YOU CAN BREATHE UNDERWATER RIGHT!?”
Word Count: 280 OOC: Aras gets offended. Then he starts flippin' out. Mhm.
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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Mar 24, 2012 9:49:06 GMT -5
The small boy, easily only as big as the fish Prosper had just encountered, frowned sharply. His eyebrows knitted closely together and his mouth firmed. His reply came as blatantly as his greeting had, defending his height. Which was only natural. Prosper disliked people commenting on his light blue skin; it was hardly the deep blue like his brothers.
The nameless child crossed his arms impatiently and retorted curtly. Prosper had enough patience himself to note his own height was being scrutinized. Ha, a few inches at most? Of course a few inches was an understatement. The bounty hunter positively towered over the small child. Mimicking his friends posture Prosper crossed his arms and leaned back. At this, dark-skinned-young-boy surveyed him with a quick round movement around Prosper. He retorted as he spoke.
In the middle of speaking the boy paused then his voice doubled in sound. His shock at Prosper's gills, which had long since closed but were nonetheless visible, wasn't expected. People hardly commented on them, it wasn't an entirely defining feature as razor teeth, blue skin and towering height was. For that Prosper barked out a short laugh. Tilting his chin up to expose them further he ran a single finger down the narrow folds. "Uh-huh....they are."
He chortled. "And who are you?" It was mildly surprising how little this child annoyed him. Usually Prosper couldn't stand curious humans. He usually ended up exiting in a rather flashy manner. But the boy was different. Even if he was of an inferior race, of course.
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 24, 2012 11:18:10 GMT -5
“Wow . . . I tried to breathe underwater once . . . but I only got water up my nose.”
Mustering a light-hearted chuckle, the young explorer took a startled step backwards as soon as the bounty hunter rose to his full six foot and six inch height. It was as if Aras were being swallowed whole by the hybrid’s shadow and he wondered as to why it had gotten so dark around him all of the sudden.
“. . . Alright, maybe you are a lot taller than me . . .”
Pushing his aviator hat down, the kid ran the tips of his fingers against the surface of his plastic goggles, jumping whenever the fishman asked for a name. A tad bit embarrassed, Aras gave a sheepish look, fingers locking behind his neck.
“Oh! I’m Aras.”
Immediately, he broke into a run, rounding his newfound friend twice before screeching to a halt. Jumping up and down, the dark-skinned boy stood on his tip-toes in a comical effort to shrink the massive height difference between himself and the lanky bounty hunter.
“So, what were you doing?! Just relaxing?! Looking for something to eat? Wait . . . you eat fish right?”
Bringing a tiny hand to his chin, Aras’s typically goofy expression was replaced by a look of deep pensive thought. It was as if he were trying to mimic the curious scholars that called Ohara home, fueled by the insatiable pursuit of knowledge.
“Well, sharks eat fish. And you look like a shark so therefore, you probably eat fish. But if you eat fish and you’re a fish too . . . wouldn’t that make you a CANNIBAL?”
Gasping in horror, the bald kid buckled backwards before immediately bounding forward. He stopped barely an inch away from the blue-skinned male, dark eyes staring directly upward towards the adult’s pale, circular hues. Abruptly, the silly boy thumped the half shark’s toned chest with an index finger.
“. . . So how’d you get teeth like that?!”
Word Count: 319 OOC: Don't be eatin' them fish. D:
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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Mar 25, 2012 20:29:33 GMT -5
The curious sensation of being watched as if something wanted to eat him touched Prosper. The boy, with his innocent and curious gaze, was as observant as they came. If his energy didn't surpass a dog-pup on an excellent day, they you could know Prosper over with a feather. He seemed to be filled to the brim with energy, and questions. His response to Prosper's gills was amusing. He'd tried to breath underwater. Typical. Fleshy humans always trying to mimic that which they couldn't be. Though it wasn't without some entertainment.
With barely a pause he moved quickly to another train of thought. With it, words spilled out. Yes, he was shorter than him. At least vanity didn't rear its head here. Stretching backwards the boy interlaced his fingers behind his head, seemingly relaxed. Then came the name. Ah, Aras. An interesting name. He'd never heard it before, though in Ohara it wouldn't be a surprise if someone dug up a name from ancient texts and decided to use it. Probably meant chosen one, or something of the sort.
Before he could react the boy sharply veered away. He swung around Prosper in a circular fashion, quickly darting around. Before his feet reached a halt he was speaking again. In response to his questions Prosper opened his mouth, taking in the sea thickened air. "Yes, I- But to no avail. Aras's speech continued unbroken. Only afterwards, when Aras paused did Prosper push in his words. Quicky, too. "I don't eat shark, they're really bony. But I do eat fish, so I suppose..."
Aras's horror at the idea of cannibalism was replaced with vigor; he bound forward and tapped Prosper on the chest. Prosper grinned back and with a loud snap snapped his teeth together. All the while inching his head forward. "I was born with them. And you talk a lot, did you know that?"
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Mar 25, 2012 22:52:49 GMT -5
Clearly, the bounty hunter’s diet mainly consisted of saltwater and freshwater fish along with any other sea critters that he managed to stumble upon. While Aras did enjoy seafood, the little boy preferred his food be cooked medium-well as well as seasoned with various herbs and spices. Raw food gave him cramping stomach-aches and he silently wondered how the hybrid managed to avoid suffering from food-borne ailments after gobbling down live fish and the like. Was he immune to tummy aches too?
Just when the dark-skinned kid was about to continue, the half-shark gnashed his serrated, triangular teeth together, causing a vicious snap like a steel bear-trap. Yelping, the lad instantly retracted his index finger, cowering as the towering male’s face neared his own.
“You were born with them?”
He repeated, dark eyes wide. Aras fidgeted, literally feeling the adult’s pale gaze upon him, almost as if they were prying into his mind. Still, he took a moment to recuperate, standing erect once again.
“. . . Oh yeah! I know that! I love to talk! It’s always nice to talk to people and make friends!”
Smiling brightly, the simple child leaned back and forth, the flaps of his leather aviator hat whipping about. Multi-colored beaded bracelets jangled as he waved his arms.
“Well, I think you don’t talk enough!”
His left index finger rose upward, aiming to lightly poke the blue-skinned male on the forehead. Finding this utterly hilarious, Aras broke into a fit of snorts and giggles. He took several steps backwards just in case he needed to high-tail it. After all, he didn’t want a six foot six inch shark-man to chase him down and catch him.
Still, he couldn’t stifle his laughter.
"Hahahaha!"
Word Count: 294 OOC: Haha. Aras laughin' at you.
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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Mar 27, 2012 19:04:10 GMT -5
Ever the youthful demeanor Aras gleefully backed away with sharp conviction as Prosper's jaws snapped dangerously close to the finger that had tapped his chest. He was certainly cutting it close. Had Prosper been in an irritable mood, he might have actually considered nibbling the tip of Aras' finger. Of course, that would make a huge mess to clean up. And he wasn't up for that. Aras smiled and repeated Prosper's statement, this time in a question format. Did he think they had been put in by a doctor? Then again, humans were always full of irrational thoughts anyway. It shouldn't surprise him.
In response to his own comment, Aras began to rock back and forth seemingly brimmed with even more energy. How it was possible, Prosper couldn't fathom. Raising an eyebrow Prosper crossed his arms once again. "Oh I talk enough alright. It's just hard to get anything in with you talking so much." Though his words may have been thrust on deaf ears he snorted out his response anyway. As soon as his words were spoken, Aras leaned forward and tapped him on the forehead. The stretching required to reach it was considerable. A flash of annoyance crossed his being before vanishing. Cool it.
Prosper snapped his teeth irritably together but flashed a smile at the child. "Although on occasion I do eat other things besides fish, Aras." He purposefully glanced at the boy's hand and licked his lips. His expression softened and he let out a gutted laugh. It was interesting. Usually he would have dived into the sea and been done with a human like this. Prosper could only wonder what kept him here.
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Post by ARAS ALT—EISEN on Apr 5, 2012 22:40:21 GMT -5
“Why are you getting mad? If you want to say something, just say it!”
It was obvious in the shark-man’s body language that he was becoming increasingly irritated and the vexed gnash of his serrated teeth caused the young boy to jump in surprise. Surprisingly enough, Aras didn’t get the bounty hunter’s comment at first and the hungry glance towards his hand caused the lad to merely freeze up in a confused stupor. The cogs began to turn and after the hybrid let an amused laugh, Aras gasped in utter horror, clutching his left wrist with his right hand. He hid his hand from view with a simple turn of his body, obviously trying to protect it from the man-eating hybrid.
“You eat peoples' HANDS?! Why would you do that?!”
He wailed. The mere thought was terrifying and Aras began to get the grotesque image of a bloodthirsty Prosper lumbering through peaceful towns, feasting on whomever was unlucky enough to cross his path. Aras didn’t quite understand as to why the bounty hunter had a specific liking towards devouring hands, maybe they tasted better to him or something? Yet another strange image popped in the boy’s head and he quickly shook his noggin’.
“Well, since you say I talk too much, how about YOU talk?”
Aras smiled, waiting patiently for the titan to begin. After all, Prosper did complain about Aras yapping too much so the young explorer only saw it polite to actually allow the hybrid to speak for once. His parents got onto him about running his mouth too much and that all of his unnecessary chatter could be better spent listening and learning.
At least Aras was making an effort to do so.
Word Count: 295 OOC: Dayum.
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Post by PROSPER J. HAIG on Apr 8, 2012 17:31:04 GMT -5
It was his reaction that was the most humorous of the entire ordeal. Had Prosper intentionally meant to chomp off his hand, he wasn't entirely sure if he would have been able to. The boys hand was rather fast. That and he loathed the taste of human. Not that he'd eaten human before, rather when fighting them and getting struck in the mouth it was hard not to gag at the taste. He grimaced. In front of him Aras quickly grasped his hand and shifted; face a mask of horror. Oops. Maybe Prosper's joke hadn't been very convincing. He opened his mouth to speak as Aras breezed forward first.
"No, no, I don't! I was kidding. But I do eat other things besides fish... except tuna. That's a disgusting taste if there ever was one."
With a quick flick of his fingers he dismissed the thought. Human taste and tuna in the same thought? Enough to make him cringe. Prosper cocked head to one side and leaned in closer. Aras flashed his boyish smile before demanding more speech from Prosper himself. As if anyone could get a word in edgewise with this kid. Sheesh. But he had spunk, and Prosper admired it.
"But no, I don't eat hands. It's rude. Actually I suppose it depends. If I was a pirate, I'd probably not see that as rude would I?" Prosper paused and fixed Aras with a callous gaze. "Which... I certainly hope you're not?" He was rambling. Odd, typically he only did that with other fishmen.
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