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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:11 pm
A small island that has one village and a large Marine base one it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 1:14 pm
Misteors boat flew acros the water as the wind carried him further and faster. He was shocked due to the lack of movement of the trees nothing but his sail caught a head wind. What the heck is going on...He thought out loud as he went to take his hood off and his arm had turned into a white fluffy cloud.Shock went through him as he began to think and was completely stumped with it. He quickly focused imagining his arm to go back to regular and so it slowly re-morphed into his arm. M..my arm ...changes and I suddenly get a head wind to carry me all the way...That old man...the Fruit...I ate a ...Devil FruitHe said his quick mind piecing it together in seconds as he smirked.Time to test it out..He said jumping onto the land and quickly docking his ship he then began walking and he began to train himself learning his new powers.
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 4:19 pm
 Misteor spent hours working on figuring things out and soon he'd pieced it together. Of course this was after raiding a library for more information. It took time to flip through a large book until he saw a picture of the fruit he'd eaten. As he read his smile spread from cheek to cheek.So that explains the speed...but if I'm correct I can go just a little faster than that hehMisteor talked to himself a bit but only to get things stuck in his head.He ripped out the page and quickly tossed it into a small fire. He then stood and held his hands out a small cloud then began to flow out of his hands and shape.This should work He said jumping onto the cloud as it dipped a bit but he focused and was then simply floating on the cloud. Now if we add some wind into the equation. He said refocusing as a small stream began to push him into the air higher and higher until the island could be see. Amazing ..He said as he saw a few clouds all around him and quickly began focusing and soon the clouds began to form around him. Now Misteor hid in a thick cloud high above the small shell island.Perfect now lets make a new home.He murmured to himself as he began bending the area clouds pouring out of him and gathering from all around. Soon a thick fog was set all around the island stretching a mile far and a mile wide.After a day of sitting and resting he grew bored of the island and of the fact villagers kept complaining about his lovely fog. Soon Misteor began to make a gust of wind carrying him out of the area and as he left the fog he had created slowly began to blow away with the regular weather patter. [exits to I dunno!]
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