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Post by Zriracha on Feb 25, 2020 17:12:16 GMT -6
Current Pl: 44,000
If there was one thing she could accept about being trapped on this planet, it was the breathtaking vistas and sheer amount of very tall objects she could climb and lounge about to her heart’s content. While she could do this back home, there was a constant whisper in the back of her mind that she was being far too lackadaisical to be taken seriously among her clan – or others. In addition to the pressures of maintaining the responsibilities of her role, Zriracha had to focus on her studies, hone her combat skills and many other not-very-fun activities that required her to split her time like a cell in mitosis.
Many days she went without sleep; an issue, on Earth, she didn’t have.
With a sigh of contentment, Zriracha settled herself once more against the bark of a tree. She was at least ten feet from the ground but that suited her just fine; falling would hardly hurt when there was soft, luscious grass below her. The shade the leaves provided even blocked out most of the sun to provide optimal napping conditions. The only missing element she needed now, to make this perfect… was something to eat.
She raised a palm up, materializing a small ball of an unknown origin; well, unknown in the mortal realms. It was a replica of the Devil Fruit, known as a ‘Phony Fruit’, the taste far superior to the legendary original… but without any affects. For the truly ‘gluttonous’ of Demons. With a bite, she scrunched up her face in delight at the flavor that seemed to change with every bit before licking her lips.
“I’m going to get fat… Hah!” She laughed, taking another bite before spitting it out with a grimace. “Or not, ugh-!” A sour bite. Chaos fruit…
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Post by Chromo on Feb 26, 2020 0:30:00 GMT -6
SLOTH LIFE
CHROMO'S PL: 176,000 || CLONEMOS' PLs: not a lot
Chromo's wish-hunt was on a one-day break. He needed to restock on his supplies, after all! Chromo had many mouths to feed. Each and every member of his swarm had to be in tip-top shape if they wanted to accomplish their goals. Chromo raised a claw to block out the sun as he popped his head above the treeline like a periscope. "Hmmmm..." It was a bit hard to focus with the sound of munching beneath him- he'd emptied an entire orchard of apple trees to feed a good chunk of his Lessers. The ravenous clones were almost sated, but he was running out of places to look for snacks. Maybe he could hunt down some dinosaurs, but lizard meat was a bit too tough in texture for him to really like it. He was in the mood for something sweet today, anyways.
"GggGHREAAhh..." An exhausted groan rumbled behind him. "Yeah, yeah, keep your yapper shut and maybe I'll be able to spot something to eat!" He lectured the small clone behind him, which only howled again in hunger. There were only about a dozen bugs left unfed- there had to be something around here! Another starved mumble interrupted his focus. "Ugh! Just follow me, we'll keep looking!" He opened his wings, flying across the treeline with his flock in tow...
A few minutes of flying later, Chromo's nostrils flared as an odd scent emerged. It smelled... fruity? No-- spicy? Sour? It was hard to tell. But it smelled like food, that was for sure! "Aha! Told you!" Chromo chirped victoriously, diving to the grass with the torn jacket around his neck fluttering like a hero's cape.
"Heeey! Hey! Lady!" A childish, grating voice rang from above Zriracha. From the skies plummeted a two foot beetle-creature, landing on the ground with a thud on his four legs. "Excuse me, but I smelled food. Do you have food? That looks like food. It smells funny." With little regard for personal space, the toddler trotted forwards to eye the odd fruit in her hands. He didn't see anything like it around here... He originally planned to take the snacks and run, but the oversized bug's curiosity was piqued now. "Where'd you get it?? I got some mouths to feed and there's diddly squat left around here." From one of the bushes behind Chromo, a few pairs of similar beady eyes could be seen peering out. Other beetles, not nearly as strong, though they lacked the sharp horn and expressive pupils their leader had. The bugs' mouths watered in hunger, but their commander's will held them back- for now. Chromo tilted his head far to the side like an owl as he awaited a response.
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Post by Zriracha on Feb 26, 2020 2:45:15 GMT -6
Zriracha was in mid-bite, hopeful about the next potential flavor, when a curious (and SPICY) scent caught her attention – a very odd voice from the sound of it. She blinked questioning dumbly, “Huh?” before what appeared to be a creature landing before her on all fours. “GAH!” With a jump, Zriracha pressed herself against the tree in shock before she stared in confusion at the new arrival. As they continued to speak, their questions spit fired one after the other, the Demon would merely glance at the fruit she held in her hand in realization before looking back at her new friend. “O-Oh, this?” She asked just as they scurried closer to observe. She swallowed, never having seen such a being in her life before… well, there was that one time she’d met that chitinous Demon back home. Before she lost track of what was happening, Zriracha would answer the next set of questions without fail, “Ah, well, this is… uhm,” She scooted just a bit back, nrvous from the proximity, before presenting the piece of fruit to the curious thing, “-it is known as a ‘Phony Fruit’, though I assure you that it’s not fake or inedible. I created it through magic. Here, take this one and try it. The flavors are… well, surprising.” She looked over at the bushes, a bead of sweat gathering at her temple at the prospect of such an order. She addressed what she could only assume was their mother, “I can create more if you need it to survive, but… I am not certain exactly how many you need.” She waved briefly at the younglings, curious as to how they came to be. Were they magical constructs or organically created through – well – more organic means? She smiled at the creature, “You are a most curious thing, aren’t you? I am known as Zriracha from Chakkapak… tell me, from whence do you hail?”
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Post by Chromo on Jun 5, 2020 18:55:34 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 176,000 || CLONEMOS' PLs: still not a lot
Chromo was either bliss or uncaring of the alarm he'd caused the demon, promptly moving to further stick his head in her personal space to examine the odd food. She called it a "Phony Fruit," despite it apparently not being a phony. Chromo tilted his head in further bewilderment. Why grown-ups named so many things so confusingly would forever be a mystery to him. But a magical fruit with "surprising" flavors seemed right up his alley!
What did catch him by surprise, though, was the woman's claim that she could make food with magic. "Woah! So you can just like, poof food into existence?? Just like that???" Chromo wished he could do that. An infinite supply of Hetap was his second most wanted wish in the whole world!
Chromo finally brought his nose to the food, promptly scooping it up in his jaws. Rows and rows of jagged, shark-like teeth were briefly visible in his jaws before they sank into the fruit, swallowing it whole with a single bite and gulp. He licked some of the juice off his teeth, furrowing his brow as the flavors sank into his mouth. Surprising was one way to put it- Chromo found himself caught off-guard when pleasant sweetness turned to a spicy sourness. As for the demon's question about how much he needed... "I'll take your entire stock." He bluntly chriped back.
But first, introductions were in order. Zriracha introduced herself, but Chromo only narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Zreerack... Zriarac... Chakkap.. Chahkapap.. What? Can I just call you Zri for short???" Chromo's toddler-level vocabulary was nowhere near advanced enough to be stomaching demonic tongues. "And what does hail have to do with any of this?? It's not raining or snowing, let alone hailing!" Chromo was many things. Smart was not one of them.
"Buuuuut my name is Chromo! And those guys are also Chromo, but only sort of. They're like my, uh... hmmm..." He turned back to gesture to his clones. He'd never really questioned or thought too much on his hundreds of lookalikes. "Kinda like brothers?? Clones? Twins? Twins. Twins with not as much brains as me, but that's okay!" He shrugged. About seven other clones that weren't there before had popped into the trees, curiously staring down at their jacket-wearing leader and the demon.
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Post by Zriracha on Jun 5, 2020 19:25:23 GMT -6
The Demon chuckled nervously, holding up her hands placatingly as he chewed the fruit and was apparently so enchanted by whatever flavor he got that he wanted… Goodness, h-how many could I make? She thought briefly, staring at the odd creature and blinking at him in disbelief. Thankfully, she could avoid trying to answer that question for the moment and just patiently cocked her head to the side as he attempted time and time against to pronounce her name. When he seemed to prefer a short-hand of her native namesake, Zriracha would simply bring a hand up and giggle with amusement, nodding a moment later. “By all means, friend, and it- well, what it means is-” Well, now that she thought of it, it did sound quite silly. She shrugged, relenting to Chromo’s lack of knowledge and accepting with a little grin, “It does sound quite silly.” His name was the most intriguing detail as of yet and brought a hand to her chin, “Chromo? And they are also… Chromo? How interesting! You must be unique - I have never seen anyone like you before!” She exclaimed in elation, hearing the rustle of the leave above and tipping her chin up to see more of them. They’re so… adorable as well! Returning her gaze to the dressed leader of the group, Zriracha raised both hands palm-up in the air and released a soft exhale. “Let me… try and make some of those fruit. It wouldn’t due to keep them hungry,” Encouraged and motivated by her drive to grant desires, Zriracha closed her eyes to concentrate. The shadows around the tree looked as it they were moving all on their own, beckoned by the Demon’s powers, before she finally brought her thumb and middle fingertips together with both hands and with a - SNAP!From above them, hundreds of small replicas of the fruits would rain down on the group – bouncing harmlessly off of them and awaiting consumption. The Demon, meanwhile, would release a tried exhale and leaned against the bark of the tree with a tired smile. “Th-That… was an interesting challenge. I-I’m afraid that’s all I could make, however…”
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
