Things Vi is not allowed to do, item #13 (Char/Ed)

Loguetown...Charlotte had not been here in a long time. 

The bluenette was one of the few people alive who could say they lived through both the rise, and execution of the great pirate Gol D. Roger, and this place, the city famous for his death, was a place she was lucky to have visited on the day. A man, kneeling on a platform, his wrists...and a smile on his face.

She wished there were more interesting people like that in the world, but it seemed that while his final words had inspired a new age of pirates, which was certainly fun, it had also brought out many copy cats of a sort. Every marine was the same, a man just trying to impose justice and law, so dedicated to the job that they had lost all sense of WHY they did it. Every pirate the same, wishing to be "the king" and not having a clue what that takes. Loguetown seemed...unique however. What was once a town that was just left as a tourist attraction had become a hot spot for pirates thank to the yonkou taking over, maybe she'd give them a visit.

Glomp from behind.

Alerted by her Haki, Charlotte quickly dipped her head down, the girl who had attempted to latch onto her hair face planting the floor infront of her, but likely taking nonetheless. With a curious smile, and her arms crossing under her chest, giving a quiet chuckle. "Well I'm glad ya think so kiddo but I don't take kindly to sneak attacks." Taking her 18 year old form, she held a more childish air than her words may put forth, and was even roughly the same height as the girl who had tried to get her from behind. "As for my hair though, it just comes with constant care.~ Your own isn't half bad, how long did it take you to grow it out that long?"

Picking herself up from her failed glomp attempt, Vi sat cross-legged at the pretty-lady's feet, looking at the cook as he arrived. Not even bothering to reply to the cook's question she just nodded and looked back to the lady-person, picking up her braids and coiling them on her lap so people nearby wouldn't step on it.

"NAHHHHH my hair's terrible! It's kinda supposed to be the same color as yours I think... And I never cut it as far as my memory goes back, so I guess some... 16 or 18 years~?

Not missing a step she leaned forwards, and making sure that the mean-sammich-making-person couldn't hear, added.

Yah also have a perty body~, I doubt Fishbones would be able to say anything if he were here...too bad they don't let me carry him around off-ship anymore...

well isn't she nice.

Well, if anything the devil did know how to pick them. she was just as much of a knock out as the captain. Did she have a radar in the, quite likely hollow places in her head? it seemed quite likely considering her ability to pick out every cute woman that seemed to pass by. whoever designed it would have to have been a hell of a recluse, probably some weirdo that hand not seen an actual woman from wherever that creature was made for decades. . . this seemed far too likely to continue with the line of though. Anyway, this Charlote did seem, unusual in some way, I couldn't place my finger on it, but she seemed, Strange.


for all intense and purposes, strange tended to be fun.


PS: THE CAKE IS NOT A LIE!!!
its just a trap

Ah, only an hour into her bi yearly visit of loguetown and already, she had nearly been glomped, been complimented about her appearance, invited to eat cake, and made a girl blush so brightly you could swear her face was a tomato.

And the Kuja elders wondered how she wasn't bored with the world yet!

"Oh the pleasure is all mine dear Edward, and yes young Vioet." she made sure the bluenette was up and standing before she was to continue, holding her words with a serious tone yet an elegant grace that showed it was indeed her own opinion, no matter how she presented it as fact. "You are indeed a pretty, nay, a beautiful example of a girl. Your hair, as messy as you believe it to be, is vibrant and gorgeous, your eyes are wide with the beautiful innocence of youth, and your body itself...well do I need to detail the slim figure, and intricate patterns that amplify you're visage?"

She let that all sink in for a moment, her smile slowly growing wider as she waited for the slightly giddy blushing girl's response. She only complimented people she believed truly fit what she said, and Violet was a rather cute girl, but the tone with which she delivered it often hinted at the fact that she may have another agenda for getting them so flustered.
"Now, about that cake?~"  

As if the last few moments had never even happened she saddled up beside Edward, leaving the hopefully flustered Violet as they continued to walk. "Please say it's one with strawberry jam, I absolutely love those.~"

Contrary to popular belief, Violet wasn't up to anything bad, an had in fact been walking behind them quietly. After the pretty-lady-person had taken her and called her beautiful, she had suffered a full-on brain shutdown. Clutching her share of the goods she had effectively turned a healthier shade of red than even the ripe tomatoes in the basket.

Beyond that she had also been staring at the friend-pretty-person from behind, still not quiet able to formulate any reply to what the strange-lady-person had said. All she was really saying was "she said I'm beautiful..." over and over.

At the moment the girl was clearly blown away by the fact the random bombshell she had attempted to glomp had complimented her in such a way.

finding the shipwright to have been just flowing them so normally, without any attempted mischive or explosions,sent a shock through his system. Almost dropping his supplies, he leaned in closer to the flustered little psycho. 


Though the shipwright got on his nerves, always, and scarred him when he wasn't annoyed, he actually cared for her well being. Something to do with a deep brotherly feeling that came with having to take care of the little one. And partly from his mentality of considering her a "little one".The words of Charlote never even reaching his ears, from the worry.
Ed managed to free one of his hands from the constraints of the supplies, and placed it on her forehead to see if she had a fever, kinda the only medicine he knew that dint have to do with cooking.

Did he just ignore me entirely!? How rude. I don't care if I'm currently taking the form of an 18 year old right now some things are just downright required of the modern upstanding gentleman, and one such thing would be listening when you are spoken to! Hmph!

While her complaints were situated mainly in her head, her body language spoke for itself, she was not happy with being ignored. Sure, maybe her body did lower her to the rank of "little one" or "child" or "shut up girl" in many circles, but she had spoken to these people with the elegance befitting a woman of age, or at the very least, maturity. How dare he just ignore her like that? Especially when she had done nothing but compliment him. Supposedly, it may have been for good reason, afterall he did take a moment to figure out what was wrong with his near silent crew member, but this was something Charlotte already knew herself, so it may have flew over her head as an explanation to such rude behaviour.

"Of course not dear. In fact depending on what towns these where I'd say you could have possibly done more good than harm. Besides." She stepped over, lightly tapping her nose. "I don't think anyone should be able to get mad at such a cute face, even if it had made a few explosions.~"

Whatever pleasant behaviour Charlotte had for Edward was instantly shifted to Violet, the only one of the two she believed actually deserved any of her attention, what with Edward's ignorance of her. The blue haired girl seemed the most interesting anyway. "I hope you don't blow up this place though. At least not until I get some of that cake.~"