003↠ ACTION/VOICE -- Chibi free for all

[concasse]

[ooc note: Okay, here's the deal, folks. Rather than create two posts for chibi!Sanji and risk losing my tags (because it would happen, trust me), this is the only entry I'll put up. I'm going to leave it up to you what age Sanji will be when your character(s) run into him. I put out the scenarios, and you guys run with them. |D Don't be afraid to be creative, I don't mind. Just mention the age in the subject line. If you want more than one chance to tag, create another thread, and specify the new age. |D Easy, yes? Possible ages are 11 through 20. Possible dates are February 3 through the 12. I am fine with either voice or action, though if it's voiced, it'll be assumed your character contacted Sanji through the journals first.

Ladies who volunteered to be crushed on! The applicable ages for that are 14 and up. But of course, you can interact with a younger version of Sanji if you want.

And also, bear with me on the icon front. >> There are plenty pictures of Sanji as a child and an adult, but not much in-between. U-use your imagination? ;A;]



[Nights have been rough so far, with strange dreams lingering on after his eyes have opened. And it makes him feel... different, somehow, like his life has altered in leaps and bounds. Skills that weren't accessible before, come to him easily. There are recipes in his head that shouldn't be there. He almost wishes he could tell someone about them; maybe one of the crew, eventually. They're nice enough, and have been more than accommodating, taking him in like this.

These thoughts are heavy to carry, but he's still a young boy suddenly trapped in a weird town with weird things. His attention isn't meant to dwell on problems for long. The goal to find Zeff eventually lessens to a dull ache, and Sanji busies himself with exploration: this Seventh Heaven restaurant, for one, and maybe the grocery store. He visits the item shop on a the fickle whim of a curious child, and eventually finds his way to the forest. He won't run away, though. He promised himself he wouldn't try anymore.]



[And in just a few days, Sanji finds himself forced to leave adolescence behind. It's more than a little obvious that something isn't right. While the crew has probably mentioned the nature of experiments, all the explanations in the world aren't gonna make this any less awkward, as he speeds through growth spurts and into sore, lanky limbs. He's grumpy half the time, flustered as well... which seems to happen like clockwork, whenever a pretty girl is nearby. He spends the majority of these days as red as a tomato and resorting to petty insults if it will get people out of his hair. When it gets hard to control, he seeks solitude to practice stretching and single-sparring. Or perhaps Nami. She's going through the same thing, too.

House 6 and Seventh Heaven are still his main places of solace. He considers himself a worthy enough cook by now, though he will often yield to Yukito's directions. He's broadened his explorations, however; he heavily frequents the forestplains, and will use the teleporters to sneak off to the ocean, when he feels like it.]



[Given enough time, the strangest of circumstances stop being strange, and turn into a compromised status-quo. Sanji barely gives any attention to his nightly dreams now - they come and he changes, both mentally and physically. His temper is still hot as ever, but slowly being tempered by a knack for cunning and kindness. Even his initial anxiety around women has all but disappeared - he eagerly greets them now, with what the residents might note to be his usual enthusiasm. Still rough around the edges and prone to silliness (or hormone spikes), but that's Sanji for you.

He knows the entire village layout, and you can find him anywhere: item shop, grocery, clothing store, battle dome, forest, ocean... He finds a reason to visit them all because sometimes, it's easier walking blindly, even when you don't really have a place to go to.]

Comments

[lil_eggplant]

It's not any weirder than being part monkey!!

[rashness]

I'm not a monkey! And what are you part... part.... you- a snail! That's what curls like that, a snail!

[lil_eggplant]

A snail that can kick your ass!

[rashness]

You wanna go, punk?!

[lil_eggplant]

Let's take this outside!!

[rashness]

Fine!

[The picture of a mature sixteen year old, he's going to stomp outside now]

[lil_eggplant]

[The oh-so mature fifteen year old is hot on his heels, shutting the door with a decisive bang behind him.

This is totally how guys bond, right?]

[rashness]

[And he's out here already cracking his knuckles. Hnnng.]

[lil_eggplant]

[Just give Sanji a quick second to stretch his--

You know what? Fuck it. LET'S DO THIS NOW.]

Tch. [Cigarette in mouth. Hands in pockets. Once it's clear Rin's attentive, Sanji charges in with a leg hook coming from the right. What is Rin's reply?]

[rashness]

[That... was no not as expected. as to clarify you mean kicks right idek if the younger one is still kicks but he's totally going to take the brunt of that blow and end up landing flat on his ass on the ground. He even yeps at this, pointing at the cigarette-]

At least spit that out first!

[lil_eggplant]

[oh yes, nothing but kicks. 8|b No punches from him.

And Sanji isn't sure of the proper protocol for this. Technically, this is only his second or third fight since arriving in Luceti, and he's working off memories that just happened to be accompanied with actual skill.]

Oi, why does that even matter! It's not gonna give anyone an advantage!

[rashness]

[Rin considers, very briefly, trying something like using his flames to burninate that cigarette. But then it might burn Sanji's whole head off, which isn't what he wants. So he's just going to get to his feet, deciding to expect kicks now]

It's dangerous for you, idiot!

[lil_eggplant]

We're in the middle of a spar! Stop worrying about the other opponent so much!

[rashness]

You're the one leaving a big target! Ugh, whatever!

[and now back on his feet, let's just go in swinging for a punch. It's worth noting for if this connects in any capacity (though it is sloppy because he is still concerned) Rin does have super-strength going for him (strength of about five grown men in this form and all that)]

[lil_eggplant]

[In that case, when it connects, it's gonna feel like Zeff kicking him when the man's in a mood.

And. Ow. Sanji goes flying back, though he quickly gets back to his feet, shaking his head and cracking his neck. Whether or not he's fought a lot, he figures Rin's got some type of elevated strength going for him. That fuckin hurt.

Guess he better take this seriously. His next kick lacks strength, but makes up for quickness, aiming for one of Rin's knees]

[rashness]

[Oh he has fought a lot. Demons, punks, thugs. He's been around a lot. that said, he has no no style or strategy here. He takes the kick, trips up a little, but then goes to try to tackle Sanji in the process of doing it, all the while shouting-]

That hurt, you punk!

[lil_eggplant]

[Wow, this can't even be called a spar; more like a brawl. Sanji's only been "trained" in one type of style that doesn't use his hands, so there's a spike of panic when Rin manages to tackle him to the ground. He nearly shouts for the guy to stop.

Too bad bravado is running the show here] That's the point, asshole! Now get off! [Struggle struggle sir you are heavy]

[rashness]

Not until you cry uncle! That's how we do!

[Rin, meanwhile, was not thinking "spar." He was thinking "wow I am going to kick this punk's ass" as he did back home a lot. He does focus on the cigarette if it is still there though, man that might burn Sanji...]

[lil_eggplant]

Like hell I will!

[Also leave his cigarette alone; it's awesome. And during their struggle, the boy attempts folding his leg up between him and Rin, so he can kick the other off. How well that works will probably depend on how well Rin's beating his ass.]

[rashness]

[More trying to pin, so that connects. But it also makes Rin's temper flare a bit... which means that a small very hot blue flame might spew out of his mouth as he's flying back, which may or may not make that cigarette burn more. Possibly singe some bangs]

[lil_eggplant]

[A chef learns from a young age not to fear the heat of a flame, but to respect its nature inside and outside of cuisine. That said--]

HOT HOT HOT!! [He smacks the cigarette out of his mouth just in time - it's not worth burning his poor lips]

[rashness]

[...Wait that fire on the spit out cigarette is blue. ...Oops. It burns into ashes quick enough, but that's enough for Rin to feel a bit awkward for a moment-]

You okay there?

[lil_eggplant]

Are you trying to burn my face off?! [That would be a yes, not that Sanji says as much. He's less afraid or angry so much as awed and confused. Strangest brawl he's ever been in by far.]

Did you make a pact with that shit Eferin?

[rashness]

Who's Eferin?

[lil_eggplant]

Filial spirit of fire. You don't know who he is...?

Then where did you get that fire power?