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Chapter I
Odeum Park

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It was morning in the park, and there was not a single soul in sight. The sun washed attractions gleamed as they reflected heavy rays of light in every direction. Anybody who gazed upon the park at this hour would be struck in awe. There were no words to describe the perfect blend between the inviting entertainment of the park's attractions along with the lush greenery that thrived throughout the island. Every detail invigorated senses of curiosity and a lust for adventure, even among the most serene of individuals. Each aspect of the park was aesthetically crafted into nothing other than perfection. Every aspect except one...

An eerie silence hung over the island. It was early morning after all, but even the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves were absent. It was unnatural but, most of all, a ghostly contrast to the warming appearance of the park. Fortunately, nobody ever witnesses the park in its current state, during the crack of dawn, for this is when the ones orchestrating everything, the ones running the show, and the ones behind the disappearances come out to play...

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[Han JiHyo]

LIN ENLAI

Enlai had been lounging up in the only crow's nest of the ship when they came. A small flock of messenger pigeons headed unerringly for the vessel. At first, she had thought they were simply going to pass overhead, but when they drew closer and closer, she had peered down her retractable telescope in time to witness the drop in altitude, making it abundantly clear the ship she was on was the birds' target.

"Messenger pigeons incoming!" She called down to her captain and the other members of her crew, gaze still fixed on the sight before her. Her voice dropped to a mutter as she mused. "Looks like we've got some mail. Although for whom? Maybe mum or dad? But I haven't even told them where I am..."

Whatever further thoughts she had were cut short as a pigeon peeled away from the others, settling on the rail before her. Blinking as it stretched out a leg, Enlai wordlessly untied the string and took the envelope, watching the bird fly away immediately, its mission accomplished. Sitting cross-legged on the crow's nest floor, she took the time to run her fingers over the envelope, turning it this way and that, looking for any clues about the sender. Its surface was completely blank. No address, no name, nothing. Only a wax seal with some wierd looking crest.

With nothing to do at the meantime, she pulled out her sketchbook, pencilling in the crest in a small corner of the back page for further reference. It took about ten minutes, and she broke the seal after returning her tools into her pouch. Reading the words on the letter carefully - fancy cursive handwriting was such a pain to read - she leapt to her feet in shock once all the information registered in her brain.

"Cap'n! Guys! You need to read this!" Enlai bent over the rail to look at the deck below, lightly waving the stiff paper in her hand. "It's an invitation to this...Theatre Island. It says something about contributing to a greater good and benefiting those invited, but who cares about that. They've got Sea Baboons and Kestrels and Blob Sculpins! Could we maybe go there? Please?"

Position: Lookout

Location: Onboard the ship

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JONES WITT

It had been a good day so far. A great day, in fact, given that his disguise had not been seen through yet even by the Marines stationed on this island's dock not far from the cafe he was currently dining at. It was a wonder how a different hairstyle and hair-dye could change a person's appearance. Or maybe it was because these Marines were blinder than others he had the misfortune of running into. He supposed he could have avoided those long - and exhilarating. Nothing better to get your blood puping than squads of men on your tail with swords and guns - chases if he had changed his dress too. But Witt was too partial to his outfit to even consider wearing other styles of clothes. But anyway, the sun was shining, his pockets were still full with hard-earned Berries, he had hot food in his stomach and a confirmed transport to an island in the South Blue where his blacksmithing skills might be useful. What more could a wanted man ask for?

Which was why Witt was immediately tensed and suspicious when a messenger pigeon - who stills uses them? - landed on the table before him, a letter tied to its leg and a bored expression in its eyes. He had no intention of touching a random letter from some stranger. Besides, the pigeon could have mistaken him for someone else. And so a silent staring competition between man and bird began. A few minutes passed...then the pigeon was suddenly up in his face, wings smacking on his cheeks and irritated squawking assaulting his ears.

"Oh goddamn, you bloody bag of feathers! Fine, fine. Get off me and gimme the stupid thing before I skewer you." With a scowl, he smacked the pigeon away from his face and unknotted the string, pinching the white envelope between two fingers and dropped it on the table like it was a vicious mollusc. He favoured scrutinising the letter over flipping off the bird as it took off.

The quality of the envelope was one of those parchment nobles used, a smooth, velvety feel his fingertips had not felt for quite a few years. The symbol imprinted in the red wax seal was a jester's hat beneath a crest, one that Witt was unfamiliar with. Breaking it with a swipe of his finger, he withdrew the letter, written on the same white parchment as the envelope, if a little thinner. Unfolding it to reveal fancy cursive writing in navy blue ink, the contents of the page - just a couple paragraphs long - made an eyebrow raise in intrigue.

But beneath the surprise and fascination laid unease. He ignored the line about contributing his abilities for the "greater good", more worried about how his skills were known to a random individual he had never heard of. Who was the sender? Was it someone he knew from his days as a CP9 agent? To address him by name and even thought to entice him with the promise of information. Information he had been secretly hunting for but was no closer to obtaining. Could this mysterious person be trusted? Was this just an elaborate scheme for his bounty?

There was only one way to find out. Was he foolish to jump head first into this? Yes, perhaps. Did he really give a damn? Not really. If it turns out to be a trap, he would do what he does best. Fight, survive, escape. If it isn't a trap, then he can kiss further information gathering goodbye. The way he sees it, he didn't exactly have much to lose besides his hide. But it wasn't as if his life on the run from the World Government's all that exciting either.

Mind made up, Witt made his way to the docks. He had a captain of a ship to talk into changing course. If that was impossible, then he would need to find someone else willing to take him to Theatre Island.

Position: Blacksmith

Location: South Blue >>> heading towards Theatre Island

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[Moonsetter]

SUNNIE D. WUKONG​

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Sunnie hung off the side of the boat looking ahead at the water. They had been drifting around for some time. Without a navigator, the venture had come to an odd halt. Sure most of them had an idea of where certain places were but if they were going to go to the grand line some day, they needed to get their hands on a navigator soon. She grumbled running her hand along her rumbling stomach. Was it lunch time yet? She sure hoped so. She rolled over letting her hands hand off the side.

"Bored... Bored bored.... Hey is it lunch yet?"

She called out before resting her chin upon the side. Once she had gotten word from Lin about a pigeon incoming, she perked up looking up ahead. Her eyes squinting slightly in an attempt to not catch a glare from the sun. Well, she wasn't expecting any sort of letters really. Maybe it was another arrest order. Aw well. However, at the sound of an invitation to a special island, her eyes widened.

"Woah! No way! We gotta go! If it's a cool island maybe they have special carnival food or something!"

She chuckled and perked her foot onto the head of the boat before pointing her finger forward. Her interest had been peaked and if she was lucky, maybe a fight would be waiting for her there.

"SET SAIL!"

 

[Jade Emperor]

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  AVEY D. JONES

  "OSU!!!"

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  "Well this is . . . difficult." Avey D. Jones muttered as he laid on his boat, bigger than the one he had originally taken off of the Lost Island. He had kept that Boat for so long, having wanted to keep it with him because it was one of the last remaining things he held from his Beastman family. But, a month of traveling the seas with little knowledge about said seas can have . . . Less than good results. His boat had been worn down, attacked, shot at, and eventually, broken. That's when he learned that he could no longer swim . . . It was weird, because he KNEW how to swim, he remembered his mother teaching him the ways of the water, the current, still waters, how to move his body, swim extremely fast. She taught him about large fish the size of men who swam like beasts, they mimicked that swimming, into something similar. He could even remember sometimes almost drowning because of how much he swam. But it was like the second his body touched water, he instantly forgot how to swim. Like the knowledge was just, poof, non existent. He'd explain this to Locals, but most wouldn't know what happened to him. And those who claimed they did were the ones deemed "crazy" by their villages and towns. They claimed it was a multitude of different things, curses, blessings, but one thing caught his ear. The fruiits of the Devil, that's what they called it. The Fruit of the Akmua beasts, of which he'd lived with. Was that the thing that was causing thing sea failure of his?
  
  Suddenly, a bird came above, dropping down towards him. He smiled, thinking it was simply flying past him, until it came closer, and closer, landing on the wooden edges of his boat. "Oh?" he asked, jumping high into the air and landing on the lower levels right in front of it. Connected to it's beak, was a slip of paper, tied down by a small string. "For me?" he asked, cocking his head in a confused manor. He untied the note, unraveling it to reveal what was written inside of it. His body instantly tensed up, his eyes widening as he clenched the paper tightly. It spoke of the greater good, helping the future, he liked that and wanted to help yes, but, what really caught his eye was the note of his father. His father was there . . . At the island, waiting for him. "Dad . . . " he muttered, his body shaking. After all this time, so much searching . . . His father was beckoning him right now! He smiled, and jumped into the air, punching it quickly. "OSU!!"
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  RIKU DI CIELIO

  "I'm just as strong as I want to be."

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  "Hm?" Riku asked as he heard from a bit away, the sound of grunting, and the similar sound of a blade cutting through soft tissue of the skin. And then a muffled scream, like someone was holding someones hand over another persons mouth? "Oh?" he asked, a smile and devilish smile on his face as he walked faster, curious to see what was going on. You see, this island was his home, or his new one anyways for the time being. He had recently lost his old one, or more accurately he burned it down because the receptionist was a slave trading pirate, so he was searching for somewhere else to stay. And thankfully this Island he had found was one where the people were all bad so he was fine! What he'd learned on the first day here, don't trust anyone. Second day? Everyone has a sad story. Third day? Well, this was his third day, so maybe this would be his new lesson?
  
  He leaned forward, looking into a corroded alley way curiously, to see who or what had caused such a sound. There he saw people, about 5 large males, and one smaller one on the ground, covered in blood with his body shaking violently. A few feet away a woman was being held down, a hand before her mouth to stop her from screaming and her hands tied behind her back while tears streamed down her face from seeing the man being killed. "Oh?" he asked, a wide smile coming on to his face as he strode in, clapping quickly. "Woohoo!" he yelled wile whistling, "Good show! Good show! How bloodthirsty of you all~" The men in the alley way gave the most confused face he'd ever seen, seemingly nodding towards each other as if in agreement, This guy is crazy.
  
  "You best be careful where you walk boy." spoke one of them, walking forth as two others came up, blocking his sight of what was going on. "These parts are dangerous, and you don't want to do something you'll end up regretting-" Before he could finish, Riku was right in front of him, examining the weapon hung by his belt as if it was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. "Oh wow what kind of knife is that? It looks beautiful! What company is that, Wager?! Those are hella expensive." The man instantly swung his dagger in the air, in an attempt to cut him. But instead, he found that his body was gone, and his arm felt . . . heavy. He looked up just in time to see Riku wrapped around his arm like a snake, hands clenched onto his wrist and his feet against his chest. With a quick *snap*, he pulled his arm out of its socket, bringing him to the ground in pain. He slowly raised his body to the air, giggling maniacly. "Danger . . . Danger . . . Thats really dangerous, he shouldn't carry around a weapon like that so carelessly yah know?" There was silence from each of them for what seemed like eternity, before one of them reached for his sword. "Fucking crazy-" But before they could even finish, Riku was already attacking. The man swung his blade out, thinking he'd dodge so he could make another attack. But no . . . Riku ran into it, the sword slashing his arm as he kicked upwards, hitting the mans wrist and sending the sword into the air. He reached up, grabbing it, before slashing it back downwards, cutting his neck. Before anyone else could move, he jumped to the closest man, and began to hack away at his body. It wasn't too long until he was covered in blood, clothes ripped, and arm numb. He tried searching for the people from before, but, they were gone already? "Awe man . . . " he muttered, and spat to the side.
  
  He went to the hospital, getting his wounds healed, and thats when he saw it, a letter addressed to him, delivered by bird, or at least that's what the nurse said. And when he read it, he practically ripped it apart, a smile on his face. Yomi was going to be there . . .
  

 

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Wait a second...everything was silent here. Where was the music? The food...the lights? Everything was so still and he didn't see anyone in the park. Aslan frowned, folding his arms as he gotten off the boat with three others. Since the boat was abit small and well hidden, the group of assassins where hard to spot." Geez, it's so dull here. Where's the entertainment? The boy girls? Something. "The ferret mink bumped into a taller man,with a large scar that came across his face. His left eye was covered with a black patch.

"We didn't come here to have fun, boy..we have to hunt down that psycho and kill him." The man scoffed,sending the hawk on his shoulders into the skies. " He's here somewhere..we'll find him and take him out. Anyway, hopefully the others made it on the island safely." As the group of four proceeded forward, they saw another hawk in the sky. The circled around each each other before going back to their owners

"They made it, everyone get into position and Aslan, don't goof off. You almost got killed last time. " The man grunted. Asian sighed and rubbed the back of his head. " Yeah, got it pops." Just how dangerous was this man? Eight assassins to take him on..finally, a challenge! ​

 

[Jade Emperor]

| SAKURA MAI |

"Sakura!" yelled the little fishermans son as he ran to her, a letter in hand. It was a white envelope, pulled together by a large red waxed stamp of the likes she'd never seen before. The little boy was named Joseph, and he and his father had picked her up just a week ago when she was lost at sea, her rows broken and her boat low on supplies. They had been willing to let her stay with them, even though they had no idea who she was, not did they know of her past, but they were kind enough to not dwell on such matters. Though she still felt as if she was overstaying, and as such had built the fisherman the strongest fishing pole one would ever find in all the seas, declared by her at least, just a small token of her gratitude.

"What's that?" she asked as she pulled herself off of her bed, where she had just finished reassembling her gun, and dropped onto her feet on the wooden surface of the boats ground slate. Joseph handed her the letter, "I wanted to open it really bad! But Pops said it's for you so only you can open it, can I see what's in it? Please?" his excitement made Sakura giggle, and she ruffled his hair. "Fine . . . But I have to read it first." she took the envelope, quickly ripping it open to reveal its insides. After reading what the letter contained, she quickly ran to Josephs father, and showed him the letter. "They have my brother." she said, "Please, it may be asking a lot . . . but can you drop me off there?" The man was hesitant, but he agreed, and they began their journey to Theater Island.

TAGS - || LOCATION - On way to Theater Island

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[Archdemon]

Simon
Location: Sunnie's Ship (Sorry can't remember it's name)
Action: Fishing and First Mate Duties

Simon stood on the side of the ship, trident in hand as he looked into the blue depths below. He was searching for something, something in the water. Suddenly he dived in, for anyone looking over the ships bow, they would see him underwater speeding away. After a moment or two, he jumped out of the water and was back on the ship, and his trident had a very big fish fish stuck on it.

"Got us a big one captain!"

Simon was pretty much the fisherman of the ship, he would always find some fish in the water for everyone to eat. Then again he is a Fishman so he is a natural at getting fish to eat. Suddenly he heard Sunnie's call for setting sail, and gave the rather large fish to some poor crewman who had to lug it down into the food stores.

"Alright everyone! Captain says to Set Sail! Let's get moving people! Jim! I want you on the Crow's nest! Jack and Able! Help Unfurl the sails, make sure the wind gets it really good! Tristan and Hecket! Go down and wake the rest if the crew! Lin! Keep on doing what you're doing!"

Suddenly Simon was giving out orders to the crew, telling them what to do. He was good at his job, after all he made sure everyone was motivated into doing their job well.

Moonsetter Han JiHyo (I don't remember who else is in the crew... ))

 

[Gravitational Force]

Location: Sunnie's Ship.
Ezra surveyed the ocean before them as his Captain...aimed to misbehave. When she decided on something it would take more than any of the crew had to talk her out of it. Not that he wanted to right now, carnivals were fun. Although the food always was overpriced and you had to watch your wallet.

Still...it did offer and excuse. Stepping to the top back of the boat...
"Well, if we're going to a carnival it looks like a good reason to celebrate with some rock and roll."
...Ezra straps on his guitar.
"This one's called 'Dawn of a Middle Voyage" GET READY TO ROCK!!!!!!!"

As Ezra plays metal his guitar's soundwaves carries his Devil Fruit power, launching the ship forward as the waves are broken. Ezra's laughter echos behind them.
"WAIT UNTIL THEY GET A LOAD OF US! WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"