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Hey guys, thanks for visiting my Permissions Post!

For those who may not be familiar with the character, Robin possesses a Devil's Fruit ability called the Hana Hana no Mi. Essentially, a Devil's Fruit is the One Piece world's version of radioactive spiders or mutagen. The Hana Hana no Mi (or Flower Flower Fruit) allows Robin the ability to "sprout" parts of her body in different places like some flowers sprout additional stalks from the same base.

Here's where the potential for conflict begins. Robin often uses her ability directly on other people. Usually, she's simply being helpful/efficient. But that is also the basis of her fighting style. In an RP setting, this makes it difficult, since "godmodding" is acting in a way that doesn't allow the other character the opportunity to dodge or counter. In the past, I have delayed tagging until I've had a chance to contact the mun OOC (usually via AIM, sometimes via PM). Considering that my hours have shifted to early AM MST and most people are on in the late afternoons, though, this has proven to be somewhat unfeasible. Hence, the reason for a permissions post. I'm hoping it will streamline tagging, at least with those she interacts with often. Oh! And obviously any major harm or potential death or anything like that will still be discussed ooc because yeah. You just. Talk about those things first. This is more for like, idk. Punching and tickling and stuff.

Another little something I'd like to experiment with is spying. Robin's ability allows her to put eyes and ears in little nooks and crannies, so she often knows information that others think is private. She even spies on her own crew. It isn't always malicious. She's just curious. Or nosy. Take your pick on the slant you wanna take. In order to work this out in an RP and allow the muns to not be blindsided and consequently accuse me of blatant "ooc knowledge seeping ic", I thought I would try making an OOC comment in the post she's spying on, with a note letting those involved know that she sees/hears and therefore knows what's going on. Those involved can then either A- approve said ooc comment, or deny it. I know that sometimes people really do want their private conversations to be just that. Private. I will be respectful of denied spying. Just don't go deleting my notes, so I can keep track of what's been approved and denied. Er, example, since that seems like it's really unclear.

Let's say Zoro makes a post and er... he and Usopp get into a private discussion about their toenails. Robin's feeling particularly nosy that day, so I'd make a comment with a header stating "This comment isn't here" or something to that effect. In the comment, I'd put an ooc note saying something similar to the following:"ooc: Robin's totally got an eye sprouted over Zoro's shoulder, watching in amusement as his conversation with Usopp plays out. Is this alright with you?" Zoro's mun could then respond with "Yeah, sure." or "No, not cool this time." I'd respond once more, just so that Zoro's mun knows I got the message with a "Got it" or something to that effect. That's all. Assuming Zoro's mun said yes, when Robin goes and teases Zoro about his toenails later, even though Zoro freaks, the mun would know that it's possibly coming, and we can just have fun with it, rather than the mun going "wait, how does she know that? Is this OOC knowledge for her that she's using IC? Cuz grr, I don't like it when people do that."

Make sense? Ok.

Oh, and if you have another better idea of how to do that? I'm totally open to suggestions.

That's... probably a little tl;dr. Thanks for reading! I look forward to having a great time playing with everyone. Please fill out the little meme thing for me.

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We all have crazy odd hours from each other, so I thought it would be a good idea to have a post where we can all communicate with each other. So, here's the plan:

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Here's a new look for fellow fashionistas: bird wings paired with fish tails. Seems the Malnosso are fans of mixing genres.

So, has anyone set up camp near the sea yet? It'll be a bit dull, waiting out the effects of this particular experiment on my own.

[Anyone who wasn't drafted and tends to frequent the library may have noticed a lanky, raven-haired woman poring through what appears to be a mountain of books. Normally, such activity would cause an expression of complete rapture, but today- as yesterday and the day before- Robin's brow merely furrows in frustration tainted by anger. No one is certain, really, at what point she entered the library. Eventually, she begins to nod every so often, sitting straight and shaking her head after each time. But it's a losing battle she fights, on two fronts.

There is very little information on this Third Party, and the war being waged. And soon enough, Robin's head drops to the book in front of her. Sleep, it seems, has declared itself the victor.]

[A quick recorded entry, more in the style of a public service announcement than an actual journal entry.]

It seems the owl food I brought home has decided to make itself scarce. If you see any scurrying about, Spirit-chan prefers living prey. Please act accordingly. Thank you.

[ooc: Yup, the box full of mice she brought home chewed a nice, mouse sized hole in the side of the cardboard. There are about a dozen mice running around House 6 now. Because half the crew being chibi/ninja/personalitybent/genderbent/what-have-you wasn't nearly enough. ♥]

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[The sun burns bright against slowly shifting dunes, the glare from the sand almost too bright to look at. A low wind is scattering grains of it across the entire landscape. The ones that whip against Robin's shins sting.

A sense of foreboding, and a large, dark shadow slowly creeps up from behind as distant laughter, staccato, grates against her ears- or perhaps it is only the memory of it. The shadow, broad and encompassing, makes a distinct silhouette. Robin panics and begins to run. Anyone experiencing this via Dreamberry will find themselves suddenly thinking of crocodiles.

The wind picks up, tossing thick tendrils of sand at her. Robin covers her face with her arms, increasing the effectiveness by using her ability to create a circular shield, but it doesn't seem to help. Grit gets in her nose, so she tries breathing through her mouth. The sand only gets inside that much quicker, becoming part of her, hardening her body so that she cannot feel or move. A dune rushes toward her, crashing against her, swallowing her up. She tries to break free, but can't. As the light diminishes, she (and the viewers at home) feels a stabbing pain through her chest.

The dream ends abruptly.]

[Robin woke up tangled in her blanket, head covered. She did not see the Dreamberry glowing faintly on the stand near her bed. By the time she'd sorted herself and the bedding, the dream had already mostly faded.]

[The video feed starts with an extended shot of the black tower rising majestically over the sinkhole. A calm, alto voice makes commentary, very much in the style of a documentary]

A strange monument, sitting over what appears to be a giant hole in the ground. I've never seen such a thing. Then again, I've never been on an island quite like this.

[A sigh, and the view pans out to include Robin, who is facing the camera. She's found a fallen log to sit on, both hands folded in her lap. It's obvious she wasn't dressed for the warmth of a desert. Quite the opposite, in fact. Wherever she had been previously, it was quite cold. A long sleeved nightshirt- now almost completely unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up- is all she's currently wearing, though one can see a pair of thick, soft pants and woolen socks discarded on the log next to her.]

I don't recall making landfall, nor coming to the edge of a desert dressed in nightclothes, which makes me suspicious. I've seen very few people about, and they seem to be rather wrapped up in preparations for some event. Something about an apple harvest. In any case, they're quite secretive, and less than willing to speak with me lest they unwittingly leak some information about the event during the course of normal conversation.

[Her expression grows a shade darker.]

My first conclusion is that I was correct not to trust those revolutionaries outright. I've done a little research on Baltigo, and this island does not match the description. A joke, perhaps? Judging from the character of his father and his son, it isn't unlikely. However, I haven't known either of them to play potentially harmful pranks such as this. Another possibility, I've been marooned. Perhaps those that I've met weren't revolutionaries at all. Though I had nothing of worth to steal, so it isn't likely they're pirates, and anyone associated with the Marines would have likely taken me as quickly as they could to Impel Down.

Mysteries within mysteries, and I've woefully little information to work with. At least they left me this odd device. It isn't a Den-Den Mushi, but it seems to work similarly.

[Brightens]

So. I suppose I'll make a general inquiry. What is the name of this island, and where would one go, if they sought to obtain passage to the Grand Line?

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A Red-Crowned Crane.

At least, that's the best I can figure, considering the red spot on my forehead, the color pattern of my feathers when I am somehow keyed up into full-animal form, and the sudden overwhelming desire to eat frog sushi.

I suppose it isn't too bad a comparison. The bird is considered a symbol of luck, longevity, and fidelity- all of which are things I'd certainly like to find myself possessing. It seems as though they are almost extinct from the world, which I suppose is also a good comparison, considering the circumstances.

I've been reading out in the sails, hoping it would discourage any of our more predatory crewmates from unnecessary stalking, and it seems to have worked well enough so far. Princess, I'd be more than willing to help you reach deck safely, if you'd also like to remain out of immediate sight. You needn't fear the consequences of suddenly finding yourself in mostly human form when taking refuge in the less accessible places of the ship.

Usopp- really, you ought to at least try to make it less amusing for everyone.

The first thing one notices is the smell, akin to burning rubber, though not as acrid. Nor unpleasant, really. It's simply there. On the horizon, a strange storm cloud looms low over the sea. Then, as the ship draws near, one realizes it isn't a cloud at all, but a series of balloons, floating in the sky above the waves.

Obviously, the Log Pose doesn't register this floating "island", though it is large and quite heavily populated. It seems the civilization is rather advanced- perhaps outcast denizens of a future island somewhere. They've managed to keep these balloons afloat using cutting-edge technology. A stunning contrast, really, to the ultra-simple mode of transportation most common to the island- the pogo stick. In order to get from place to place, one simply needs to jump, using the buoyant balloons as a propellant. Pogo sticks intensify this effect, and it is possible to cross the city entirely in two to three giant leaps. Homes, shops, and recreational buildings hang in the air, suspended by enormous colored balloons- some so high that additional, smaller balloons have been set in the air at intervals, creating a path for one to hop up to the entryway. The people are friendly enough upon arrival, and it seems there is little, if any, Marine presence.

I suspect Luffy will get quite a kick out of this island, though the local food seems to consist primarily of fish and seaweed. I'm rather curious, myself, as to why these people decided to leave whatever island they may have come from and set up here, in the middle of the ocean, likely at great cost.

Great waves crash against the shoreline as the video pans up the beach, follows a line of scrub, then focuses on a red-maned giant reclining with his elbows propped up on a couple of trees. The giant simply watches, his face impassive. Robin shifts uncomfortably, jolting the video.

"I wonder if the video will record this," her voice is quiet, holding nothing of its usual arrogance. Then she cries out, "Saul! Can you hear me? It's me, the little girl you saved, Robin. I grew up, that's all."

The giant makes no indication that he's heard, he simply continues to stare blankly down in the general direction of the Thousand Sunny.

Robin's voice grows frantic. "Say something, Saul! This isn't like you! Laugh! Smile! Don't just stare at me frozen like-" Her voice catches in her throat. After a deep inhale, she murmurs the word "frozen" once again, and turns the camera around, searching for its shut off. The feed catches a few frames of her face, tears trickling down her cheeks, before blacking out.

I suppose it would be too much to ask, to be able to hear his ridiculous laugh one last time.

Who: Vivi and Robin (and anyone else who wants to go looking for trouble in the seedy parts of Qosqo)
What: ~~Looking for trouble~~Training, obviously ¬_¬
When: Waaay back on March 31, the night before Usopp's birthday
Where: Qosqo
Why: Because we can

( ♫ If you're gonna start a rumble, Don't you try it on alone ♫ )

What a fascinating island, historically speaking. From just the architecture alone, I can see that there have been at least three distinct cultures. They've built one on top of the other, rather than razing the conquered city to the ground and starting over. A clever reminder, perhaps.

There seem to be a number of sizable cities on this island. Perhaps this is the reason for cultural clashing within its confines, since the island appears rather removed from others.

I'm intrigued by the language as well. The people communicate with us readily enough, but their speech is marked by a thick accent- a little bit guttural from the back of their throats, and quite lyrical. It's been said that people tend to speak like the land they live in- those who live in mountainous areas will lilt and fluctuate their pitch to add flavor and emotion, those who live in flat areas leaning toward a monotone. Qosqo, as they call it, seems to be a textbook case of this. The mountains are impressive, looming right up almost to the sea itself. I've heard there are ruins in those peaks...

Thousand Sunny seems on the verge of bursting. How many more bunks can even fit in that dormitory? It's almost full.

Still, I rather enjoy the traffic. It makes for a lively ship, full of laughter.

That was a good match, Poet-san. I'm not usually given such a challenge. Thank you, for accepting.

To those who are new to these waters, welcome. I do hope you'll drop by my journal and introduce yourselves.

We've all made it back alive, ~~and with our hands full,~~ yes? We ought to set off at once.

[ooc: yes, you're meant to whine about wanting to stay.]

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