<div class="floatleft">(https://discourse-cdn-sjc1.com/business/uploads/choiceofgames/original/3X/0/b/0bd80f52741fa79551cfdb83e9cbeed3fc5d4e96.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rairaku<br/><strong>Location:</strong>South Blue, Baterilla, Greasy pudding pub<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 001, Sunday, Late morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><strong>Character Theme:</strong>TBD<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>It had been nearly a month since she'd first been hauled off to this island. She'd escaped and hidden away in the wilderness, found a comfortable cave, hunter wild game. All the good stuff she was already used to. Eventually, however, she was found, not by the men in black armor, at the very least, but small men in white cloth. Marines had heard word of a beast in a cave and gone searching for it, when they found Rairaku she was just about to attack them, having seen them as a possible threat to her recent deer roast. They talked her down, thankfully, before anyone was hurt. She was informed of the island she was on, how it was a place of relative peace between pirates and marines. She didn't much care for that, but they also told her that the town on the opposite side had supplies and food.<br/><br/>The massive oni woman was lead into town, to the gawking stares of various men and woman along the streets. She towered over the entire area, hefting a large wooden club and clay gourd. Both they allowed her to keep as they didn't fit into the confiscated weapon category. She mostly went through the motions until the marines left her to her own devices. When that time finally came she began looking about, she needed a local brew, even if she had no money in her pocket. Eventually she would be directed to one, the Gready pudding pub, immediately the woman made her way there.<br/><br/>Upon opening the doors open all music would cut and most everyone's eyes would fall to a colossal, crimson skinned woman with long, white hair. She wore a pair of long, baggy red pants with a tight bandage around her chest, hefting club and gourd with ease. Her horns would scrape along the door frame up until she got to the higher ceiling and made her way towards the bar. "Hey!" She called, "Can I get a drink? I've been out in the words for a month and could use something stiff." She would chuckle and slam down, her weight bending the stalk of the stool she took.