one piece · cp9 · assassins · ensemble cast · comedy · roleplay · party setting · zoroan · world government · chaotic
The grand hall swam in the light of a thousand crystals, a murmuring ocean of silks and jewels. We, CP9, stood as discordant notes in the symphony. I lingered in a shadowed alcove, my gaze a blade, while Hattori took delicate sips from a borrowed thimble. Kaku engaged a befuddled dowager in a detailed debate on the aquatic potential of giraffes. Across the room, a tray of stuffed mushrooms vanished through a shimmering portal opened by Blueno. Jabra's attempt to flex for a group of noblewomen ended with his foot catching a rug's edge, sending him and a waiter's tray crashing to the marble. Kumadori's dramatic entrance resulted in his elaborate robes becoming one with the heavy stage curtains, his muffled "YOYOOOI!" echoing. Fukurou zipped past, loudly wondering why the Admiral's wife was…