
It's Not What You Think"Oh, Helen," Nikola said as he slipped into Helen's office, closing the door quietly behind himself. "I need to talk to you," and he locked the door.It's Not What You Think by ~simple-type
Helen was buried at her desk under a small mountain of financial papers and shook her head as Nikola strutted across her room.
"Whatever it is, Nikola, I—"
"Oh, you're going to want to hear this," he interrupted. "It's about Ashley."
"Ashley?" she sighed and looked up.
"Yes. And Olivia."
Well, it wasn't quite what she was expecting when Nikola slithered into her office and locked the door behind him, but Helen knew by the tone in his voice and his swaying back and forth on his heels,

Mutual AgreementWhen he had eaten his Devil's Fruit, he had eaten it on a bold whim, and nobody even knew what kind of fruit it was. Was he going to be a Paramecia, a Logia, or a Zoan? Only time and testing would tell.Mutual Agreement by ~simple-type
He didn't feel any different, and kept telling everyone this when they asked him. They told him to hold heavy things and to punch things, and throw all sorts of fancy moves, to see if any that would bring about a change... but nothing was happening.
Just to get everyone off his back, he told them he was going to his room: but he really locked himself in one of the bathrooms. In the mirror he would scrunch up his face, flex his muscles, do so

MissingThat morning when Hawk-Eyes and Perona woke up, Zoro was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in his room or in any of the sitting rooms; he wasn't in the dinning hall or in the kitchen (or pantry); he wasn't even training in the courtyard, or anywhere else that he might normally be. That morning, Zoro just simply could not be found. And with his abysmal sense of direction... well, Perona was more worried than Hawk-Eyes was. If Zoro got lost on the island (or, more pathetically, inside the castle), it meant he wasn't cut out to be his pupil (or anything else in the world), she was sure that's what Hawk-Eyes would think. But Perona, though failinglyMissing by ~simple-type

Life Spinning Around MeShe had been down this hall a billion times. It was right next to the courtyard where most of the young male Marines tried to show off to one another, and catch the attention of any non-Marine females that passed by. But she kept her head forward, determined to walk on by, since she was on what she felt was her own mission. Quickly her yellow dress flowed behind her, her sky-blue shoes were clicking on the concrete, and in her hands a pink box holding a birthday cake she made all by herself that she was going to deliver to her friend. If she could spin – like she very much wanted to, being so excited – she would have looked like aLife Spinning Around Me by ~simple-type