Fishman Island Second Phase - Vs the Necromancer

"Lets get going, miss Jade. Sir Catz, and mister ... Your name again?" Hawks question the new addition to their line-up, a weird individual with a penchant of constantly swapping masks that were modelled after fruits. The figure shuttered, then coughed to clear his throat. "Call me Milo, Mister Magician. I will be your escort, with my cloaking abilities I mean... um, call me Milo!"

"Right ... time to mobilize. I reckon your master told me your cloaking power is limited to roughly 5 meters therefore using you to cover the entire ship is improbable. Miss Jade, any ideas as to how to move fast enough to catch up with a ship?"

Jade gazed off in the direction of the ship.  The couldn't wait long if they were going to catch up.  She turned her attention back to the group, ignoring that the weirdo with the mast had selected a new fruit.  she didn't want to know where these masks came from or how they were stored.  Where in hell did Hawks find these people? He was such a weirdo magnet, herself being no exception.

She turned to Hawks as he addressed her.  "Aye." At last, she could used her powers and stretch her wings, quite literally.  A large set of wings emerged from the back of her shoulders, dark and glistening as they unfolded. She lost herself in the moment, feeling magnificent and ethereal as she approached the magician, smoothly slipping her arms around his waist, a smirk forming on her lips.  "Hold on to me."

She suddenly remembered there were at least two other people to carry, which wasn't going to work. There she was, awkwardly holding the magician in what would have been a dramatic exit while observing the people she wasn't holding. "Oh.  Right.  You guys too. I ... forgot you don't have wings. I thought you had wings. Wings for everyone but the one named for a bird. Apparently, not how that works." She folded her wings so the formed a cloak as she began to straighten the magicians shirt, dusting it off, before giving his chest and awkward pat. "No harm done." She backed away, tripping backwards over her own wings. "Um... shambles, perhaps?"

"Um, right, I can't fly miss um, angel?" Milo awkwardly tettered, while Catz provided to exert his frustration into a facepalm, thankfully directed into his own skull. Even Hawks felt a shattering need to allow himself to gasp in disbelief, but for the sake of retaining some of his partner's credibility -or at least try to- and confident demeanour, he left out a cough. "Right, it seems that Mr. Milo can't... fly." That attempt didn't went so Well, either. "And I won't kill myself zooming you people all the way over the other side of the country!" Catz snarls, shaking his head. "You mad?!"

Jade's ears perked as she hear an uproar from not far away. At a nearby beach side pub, several fishmen in red vests seem to be fighting with ones in grey vests. Sea gangs always had a tendency to get drunk and fight with each other. Nearby, their motorized seahorse bikes floated in the water. Their masters distracted by a brawl and in no condition to drive them, they could probably return them before those idiots could even sleep it off, if all went well. She pulled herself off of the ground where she had settled, pretending she had planned to end up in the ground the entire time. She gestured toward the sea bikes. "It looks like those aren't being used- we could probably borrow them without being noticed."

"Hmmm, that can work. Uh huh, there are only three of them tho." Hawks remarks, while inspecting them. "Suppose it can't be helped ..." he then adds, making it sound as if a regretful desicion was to be made.

And, just a few moments later, he sat Jade atop his lap, and pulled on the massive seahorses harness. "Lets go, team." He seriously states. "YOU AREN'T EVEN BOTHERED BY THAT!" Catz yelled, eyes popping outwards.

Jade eyed the amount of equipment available to them. Only three- oh no! This could be an unfortunate situation. Everyone presumed that herself and Hawks to be the oldest and most well-established alliance of the group, and naturally as a fruit user, she would wish to be paired with a non-fruit user for sea travel.  The excuse was airtight! She turned, ready to present her case when suddenly ...

She almost gasped as elegant fingers unexpectedly settled around her waist, giving her chills as a gentle tug pulled insistently at her frame. Her shirt cotton skirt fluttered along the highest point of her thigh as she was tugged onto his lap, leaving little barrier between a ride and a fond memory - but what was the difference? Her hands found the steering mechanism, as she was closest to it, he would have to keep hands around her, so as not to fall off.  

She momentarily addressed the Katz, barely able to keep her cool. "My associate is a non-fruit user - an invaluable insurance policy if things go wrong ... but if you really want to take mask-kun's lap, you'll find no judgement here."  She settled more firmly on Hawk's lap, hiding in plain sight - it was almost exciting to see what they could get away with. "Let's go, team." She repeats with a serious tone.

"Uh, that is alright, Milo can ride this by himself, but thank you for your kind heart and consideration, uh, miss angel wings." Milo claims, clearly flustered and, maybe even, timidly shy to even properly talk to her. Maybe he had a hard time talking with women in general, or had a thing for ones that could sprout wings.

"Oh please ... let's just go. Hey, Milo, right? You said something about 5 meters .. well I bet that you can make it double that if you really try, so cloak us all, alright?" Catz then interrupts their obviously important dialogue. His suggestion seemed to have, oddly, really motivated Milo since he begun to shake, and clenched his hands into, kind of adorable, fists. "O-ok! I will do my best, Mr. Feline!"

"Can you really ride this?" Hawks asks Jade, then immediately swaps his casually calm expression with a spazzy one. Maybe the choice of words, coupled with their current predicament, hit a nerve? "Uh huh, let's get going, we are wasting precious time." "You both said that a million times already, let's go already!" Catz snaps.

"Angel?" He'd change that opinion to demon if he could see her full form. Jade was eyeing the control panel while everyone figured out their seating arrangements. She didn't pay enough attention to Hawk's question and demeanor before she answered. "I have ridden once before - i definitely need more practice. Lots more practice. Let's see ... grip, clutch, how many strokes for injection? - I guess we'll find out, right?" She leaned forward a bit, shifting on his lap until she locating the clutch and fuel injection engagement bars on the steering panel. "Are you ready Sir Hawks? - Hold my hips tightly and don't let go. Brace for injection."

"Ah, M-Mister feline left right away!" Milo screamed, as he saw that Catz, potentially fed up with whatever the heck that pair was talking and fumbling about, decided to actually do what they were all talking about for several minutes now; leave. On a closer look, it looked as if the seahorse carriage was speeding without anyone seated on the driver's seat.

"That's your ability? That's great! I literally can't see him at all." Hawks commented, his remark clearly causing their new companion to fluster and feel timidly complimented again. "Uh, right, hold on tight and ready for injection .. ok!"

"S-sir predator birdie, t-thats not her hip, that's her .. erm, butt ..!" Milo timidly explained, and Hawks pulled his hands away, almost as in utter terror.

Jade's eyes widened for a moment as Hawks failed to locate her hips. "Um - I'm not sure we have time for an anatomy lesson." It would be easier for him to fall off if he wasn't holding on around her hip bones. She suddenly had a brilliant idea to solve everything. She turned, swinging a leg over his head so she was straddling his lap, facing him. "Maybe you should drive." It would be easy enough for him to reach around her lithe frame to grip the control bar. She rested her chin on his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his back. "I can make sure no one is following like this." After the awkwardness of her managing to place them in an even more scandalous situation, she became suddenly self-aware. "Th-This is ... h-h-helpful" She held up a thumb, barely able to keep it together.

"Are you still here?! That's ... painfully pathetic." Crows' voice from above the ship was heard, signaling to them that they had spent over ten minutes trying to figure out which body part goes where, and who pushes and injects what onto and around who.

"Yeah, that really doesn't look particularly efficient, here, let's instead try to-!!!" Hawks was pushed back, her frame smashed onto himself, her chest area onto his face to be exact, as the seahorse ride suddenly begun to move forward, speed impressive and unexpected. What had happened was that, as Crows reached to the edge of the ship, the seahorses resting up to this point seemingly got horrified, and dashed for their dear lives. "Stupid fishes ..." Crows mumbles, apparently offended.

"HOW IS THIS MORE EFFICIENT?!  YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE!" Jade complains, his face in the proximity of her chest did nothing to calm her down. She squirmed a bit so he could get a better view before their sudden and rapid departure. Her chest pressed harder against him as she tried to lower herself, her chest dragging along his face and neck, slightly dragging the fabric of her top upward.  Upon feeling a bit of a draft, She pressed her chest and entire abdomen against his own to cover herself as she fiddled with her top. "Oh - it slipped" Her hips moved slightly up and down as she awkwardly tried to shifted her top back to where it belonged. "Just a few more inches ... "

Jade started to protest the escalating absurdity before the magnitude of their reality hit her. They were chasing the child of an yonkou, and were unlikely to survive and even if they were victorious, they would incur the wrath of her father, the yonkou himself. They could easily die today. This could be the last opportunity to get so near her favourite magician without raising any suspicions. She slowly settled lower on his lap, her abdomen and chest pressed against his, appreciating the relative calm before the dangerous battle begun. She wrapped her arms around him, her cheek resting against his shoulder, trying not to cause any further mischief. "If we manage to survive, remind me to revisit this position" She tried to sound playful and teasing but she had a bad feeling about this mission. Though, even if she was captured, she had a backup plan - even her self-healing wasn't potent enough to stop such a poison if fighting wasn't enough and it came down to that. She would die before she'd let them destroy her home. Without thinking she placed a faint kiss against his shoulders, whispering quietly against his skin, barely audible. "I'll miss you ..."

"Oh no, they left without letting me coat them into invisibility! W-what should I do?!" Milo frantically squealed, and set off to follow the others, a rather pitiful lineup of people lacking any form of organization or jointed determination and chemistry. "Finally, they left ... what a pitiful mess. Now ..." Crows spoke to himself, and turned to the back, glaring, along with an equally cautious Ginji, the glass bearer. "Now, that it's only the three of us ... what is your goal? What are you hiding from us?" He coldly laments, Ginji cracking his fist, while Martizen once again fixed the position of his glasses, while releasing a soft chuckle.

*Soft ... how do I always end up face first between her funny bags?* Hawks wondered, while trying to adjust himself in a way that didn't involved feeling up any soft or juicy parts of her body. "We are not going to die. We will catch up to them and end this once and for all." he speaks to her, with determination, while sporting a stern, confident demeanor. Until he accidentally grabbed on her breast again while struggling to position himself properly.

"We'll be chased the the ends of the world if we hurt that vile woman." This was getting ridiculous. Her skin was slightly wet due to the spray kicked up by the speed causing his shirt to stick to her abdomen. She thought unbuttoning it may make the situation less awkward. A slight breeze caused small waves that caused the craft to bounce slightly while cutting through them. In attempt to stabilize herself and keep her parts out of the way, she pressed herself tightly against his bare abdomen. "Er ... sorry."

"Look, we need to remain positive or we will fail to accomplish anything at all. Alright? Can you trust me?" He questions her, while being left with no other choice but to press against and to the other direction, barely getting a hold of -thankfully not soft parts of her- the harness linked to the seahorses.

Greene eyes widened for a moment as she remebered what he said to her before after she told him everything about her past. He didn't run away and leave her to her fate - he only held her, swore his sword to her and for the first time in her life she felt safe. Everytime she began to despair, she could think of that moment and remember his words and the terrifying monster she was capable of being. She wanted to protect her home but also wanted to be free of it - even without being linked to the weapon, royal blood was the blood of captivity. She close her eyes, pressing her forehead against his chest. "I trust you. I would burn them all and eat their bones to continue to roam the sea with you ... and even that pack of weirdos we're stuck with. Monsters are not meant for cages."

"Why can I see you, you idiots?!" Catz voice once again brought the back to reality, while also acting as an omnipresent cock-block, like he'd always do ever since they met with him. However, only his seahorses and his carriage could be seen. The feline himself was indeed completely invisible. A small cup was raised, as if suspended into animation by some ethereal, supernatural force, before it was tossed, somehow perfectly passing by Jade, and smacking on Hawks' face. "Why didn't you had Milo use his powers to you?! If they see us then what is the point?"

"Uh, actually, can only conceal objects and living things in form, not in voice, s-so .. please, don't yell, Mr. Feline ..." Milo, also invisible, said while panting, somehow as if he was the one chasing them, rather than his seahorses.

"... but not you." Jade mumbled grimly toward that obnoxious cat. "Never you." Jade growled as some object whizzed past her head and hit Hawks. "IDIOT. Is your solution really to cause this vessel to capsized and make a spectacle?! Stop throwing trash - are you a child?!" Her teeth were beginning to sharpen as the cat tried her temper, taunting the beast within. If she got caught or wet because of that cat, she would eat him alive.