Randall
```rp voided (one of them left)```
Kenneth
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
―𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙-𝙠𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.

*Ah, oh so lonely!* Lady Bitter sat on the pearlescent sand, admiring the night sky at the shore, it was more beautiful than any city starlight or artificial luminescence she's seen in Kahlo. She had a single candlelight lantern buried lightly under sand next to her to light her way. Lady was cradled quite comfortably, her knees tucked in around her thin arms. The ruined ship― her dearing, her ghost sail she prided onto, its extravagant beauty never failing to light an internal smile. Lady had spent the last few weeks gathering material to rebuild the ship. Tomorrow, she was to hire men to physically rebuild it― although dangerous, it had to be done. She also had to spend time reconnecting and tracking her crewmates, she could almost feel her eyebags sinking.

Terrible lonliness, that was what fueled Lady to stay and watch the stars on the shore rather than go to sleep immediately in the least ruined quarter of the ship. Her familiars were already tucked in, she was blissfully alone. Although not showing it physically, she was quite worried and tired worrying about her crewmates, one of the only people she trusts, that connection was special regardless of how cold she was to them. Stains of blood were vivid on the dock of the ship, hence why she doesn't bother going up there alone anymore. Oh, Cassie, that poor thing, she refused to connect that sentence. She unlocked her fingers and laid down on the sand.

Lady Bitter had a demi-length black dress on, thin straps hung loosly over her straight, pale shoulders. Her jewelry was mostly off because she was planning on rest, and extravagance could only lead to discomfort. Contrary to her preference, the dress wasn't that fitted at all, it created more of a straight silhouette, reaching just on the middle of her calves. She wore no shoes for that moment, completely barefooted, feeling the sand press and scatter, leaving footprints where she walked. Over the dress― a thin, coffee-brown translucent cardigan to protect her from the breeze. Although it was warm in the day, the night was slightly colder, she couldn't afford getting herself sick at that moment, she had far too little time, and was incompetently frail.

She sighed, just awaiting for tomorrow, the sun to come back... Or never return at all, the end of the world, yes, that would be suitable too.
William
As the cool breeze brushed past, Kaitō slowly walked along the edge of the port as he looked onwards at the boats trying to spot the old vessel that held so many dear memories to him. Although, he wasn't wearing any clothing that made him easily recognizable as he had a bounty still on him, instead he wore a jacket with a scarf to hide most of his features, even not having all of his iconic swords - preferring to stick to two swords since it was more manageable with a disguise. 

Terrible bloodlust, that was what fueled Kaitō to continue, but even then he needed people that reinvigorated his inner fire, and unfortunately for him, it was only the crew that satiated that. As he reminisced about the good ol' days, someone in the distance caught his eye - a dark, gothic and feminine figure laying on the sand, also being quite close to a ship that resembled his old one, but badly damaged.. It instantly clicked in his head.

The swordsman slowly crept up to the woman that he believed was Lady, a woman that he respected within his mind, but didn't exactly show it with his actions. As he got close enough, he quietly unsheathed his sword and jumped down the port edge in a crouched position right next to Lady's head, with the sword being just a few inches above her neck, even with a scarf - it was obvious he was grinning at her.

**"You never learn, do you? If I was a bounty hunter or some superstitious citizen, then you'd be dead by now. Even your familiars seem to be asleep... Honestly, Lady, you are a lost cause."**

Kaitō proceeded to stand up slowly and sheate his sword again, whilst taking a quick look around before feasting his eyes on the vessel he so hopefully looked for. However, he settled quick for the ruined and barely holding ship as the one that he spent so much time on, even if he was a little disappointed - it was probably the reason why Lady was still stuck stranded here. 
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**"Dear Heavens, what did you do to the ship... Not only is the ship in a horrible state, you smell horrible... Can you at least bathe instead of writhing in loneliness for the entire day?"**
Kenneth
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
―𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙-𝙠𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.

To be honest, she didn't expect that *At all.*

Caught by surprise, Lady tried to turn to escape the sword― an embarrassing attempt of saving herself, really. Terrified, the corners of her eyes jerked with helpless tears, even the shortest moment of danger throwing her peace completely off. Her heart pumped with blood as the sounds of it beating filled her ears as her eyes dialated in panic. Then the realization kicked in― she wasn't killed immediately, or harmed even the littlest bit. Awkwardly, her face flushed a dead pink, only so sheer for her sickly pale skin. Covering the lower part of her face with her cardigan to hide the timid pout on her face. Quickly wiping her shamefaced tears away with her knit cardigan, she recognized the man with no struggle. Better or worse, she was surprised.

The swordsman. Honestly... A little terrifying, stoic, reserved, calm, Lady personally didn't have too many opinions for or against him. *Crewmates,* This time, her eyes widened in partial shock, overwhelming joy and surprise, a small squeak heard from her shut mouth. Although trying to conceal her glee, it ended in an accidental scowl with nasty, glaring eyes. Her hands retracted back to the sand as she lightly pushed the sword away by the wide side and stood up to properly greet the man. Relief overcame her melancholy as her eyes relaxed, her expression brightening almost instantly.

*" You're scary, so scarily quiet.. It's more than dreadful to see that I've been estranged to the fate of seeing your face instead of heaven's gates. "* Lady threw a quick jab, quiet, yet bold. However, it was quite funny to hear her past terror within her voice, a few stutters as she pushed back the sword even futher. That dangerous *Thing* Had to be far, far away from her, god knows what kind of accidents may happen. As he spoke, she changed her gaze back to the ship... Sure, pretty awful state, battered, helpless shame overcame her comedically. 

*" ...Well, I did have to retrieve it.. My possession, after all, seems like it was raided, bandits, maybe, it smells like viscera and there are bloodstains on the dock, the wood on the floor is rotting with blood and it's not quite great. Someone was killed, I wasn't fond of cleaning it, I let the hounds eat it."* She described, looking away with a little paranoia scattered within her voice. Lady didn't like blood― neither did she love bodies! Especially cleaning them up, she could never handle that with her fragile noble fingers. Lady naturally expressed discomfort easily despite how she attempts not to.
Celia
*A massive figurehead would slowly wander its way towards the individuals doing their business as usual. Each step it takes would shake the ground as if a powerful being has come towards the frey, marking its direction with its mass and a familiar animal footprint that isn't in anyway related to a human but the size is about 5 times or more bigger than how they would seem. The figure head would reveal itself as the sunrays would shine over its body as a carapace turtle-like creature with a metal shell and two cannons popping out of the metal shell as if it was a weird contraption of sort.*

*The reality to how he appeared though, he was following a butterfly around and wanted to catch it and was being careful as he was moving his hands between the creature and slowly moving it together to cage it between his palms. Multiple times, unsuccessful. Which eventually led him to leading him all the way to these individuals until he saw them to where he stood still a bit nervous and confused what to do. Should he talk to them? Was there a way he can try to find new friends? They don't seem all the more friendly but its best for him to try and talk to people.*

*The creature would approach the individuals but as he draws closer, his height becomes more visible being 8'2 ft high and his body mass makes it like he was a towering wall about to crush them with his mass if ever he tumbled. The colossal turtle would then sit in front of them to not feel threatened by him as he lets out a soft voice wanting to talk to them and a slight hesitation by his voice as if he was really unsure what to say.*

"H—Hello."

"You. . .Y-you look pretty." - *He says to Lady*

"Chomper would want to be friends. Can we be friends?"

*The hulking turtle says with a stupid smile on his face as he was happy to be able to bring his courage to speak towards the people before him like an achievement but whatever helps is already a good sign of his mind developing already. . .Well, theoretically.*
Kenneth
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
―𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙-𝙠𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.

Lady was rightfully terrified, a giant turtle... Hybrid, or at least seemed like one, who knows? Maybe there is a giant radioactive turtle in front of her. Regardless, Lady squirmed away slightly once being towered by this magnificent creature, her right arm in front of her in hopes it would be the only thing crushed instead of her whole body. Until... It spoke, then sat down, its act to diminish possible hostility made her feel a little less afraid, putting her arm away. Lady waved warily when it greeted them.

*" Uhm... Hello. "* She muttered awkwardly, looking back at Kaito, then to the creature, then back, then front. Partially confused, partially... Whatever. She manned out the fear within her and faced it directly, her arms crossed as she stared at it. Although she didn't mean any hostility, her natural gaze was slightly... Unkind, not slightly, very. When she stared it down, it would unwillingly look like a scowl. However, after the creature's compliment, Lady was... Flattered, her expression brightening up almost instantly as her eyes widened. Lady's pale face grew pink as she comprehended what the creature said. Panicked and quite unsure what to say, Lady stammered.

*" Oh- why, thank you, uh. Aren't you a handsome gentleman. "* Lady struggled to speak. Lady, or at least Esmeray got endless comments about her exterior during her prime, however, genuinity was a treat. This turtle― embodied childishness, naivety, he was kinder than man. Flustered, Lady reached out to shake his hand. *'Can we be friends...'* Simple, yet such a sweet thing to ask. Lady Bitter, bitterness gone from her expression, had natural fondness towards animals, or the genuinity and innocence they provided. Oh, how she wished there was a talking animal, able to express joy and love in a way people could understand. *Chomper... A nice turtle.* In every way, he checked out Lady Bitter's fondness criteria.

To think, the finest of goetia hasn't even given her this warmth.

*" Of course, Chomper... My name is.. Lady Bitter, you could call me Lady if you wish. "* She muttered softly, recovering from her previous timidness.