The streets of Water 7 teemed with life, as the bustling hub of business moved at a rapid pace around the woman, something she hadn’t been used to in her former life on Amazon Lily. Though she came from a tribe of warriors, the Kuja, she always preferred a slower, more moderate pace to things, which was evident even in the way that she carried her hulking form down the cobblestone streets. Slow and deliberate, each step more sure of itself than the last, carrying her gargantuan self down the roads with no real hurry. The only thing that had hastened her movements since the ship she rode in on had docked was the screeching of her stomach which proclaimed it needed some sort of substanance. But even that only sped her up so much, the giantess had learned to go without food for days on end while attempting to produce the best hunt possible. Yet even with her hunger, her pride wouldn’t allow her to stoop low enough to the point to become a common beggar who would scald the streets and ask for nourishment by people who were in better fiscal positions than herself. No, before she became equivalent to a homeless person, she would evolve into a bandit, a taker, a pirate.

A single gloved hand would become outstretched, as the other went to lower the tight-fitting high collar which concealed the lower half of her beautiful face. As she lowered it, a trail of ruby colored spit flew from her mouth, hitting the pavement and leaving a small red puddle. Epoch’s tongue performed a routine lap over her cut lip, ingesting her own metallic tasting blood that was attempting to run away from the sweeping tendril of pink. Around her lie a set of men, all several leagues smaller than herself, all of them unconscious from the events that had occurred previously to the gargantuan woman claiming her prize. Within her clutches was an off-white fruit with a swirling pattern embedded upon its skin, the stalk of the strange looking gourd shaped thing equally curly. She had never seen a fruit such as this, and because of that she had no idea what she was actually holding within the obsidian colored fingertips of the concealed hand. Nonetheless, what she did know is that she had no time to be picky, as her tummy continued to chime a chorus, bellowing at her to do something about the predicament it was in.

So she did, as she brought the peculiar looking fruit to her full lips, biting into it as slothfully as she generally did everything. Disgusting. However her face didn’t cringe as the inner juices of the horrid tasting fruit rolled down her lower lip and dribbled down her chin, making her wipe it off with the back of her hand. No matter how horrible the fruit was, her body would thank her for it later, as she stepped over the men and continued her slow, solemn walk thru the town, taking a bite of the fruit every so often as she piqued the attention of others. Epoch figured that such fixed eyes were because of her vast size, though she was blissfully ignorant in this thought. Because she had never seen man before, she didn’t understand what it meant to be sexualized by them, or cooed at by the fact that the undercarriage of her breast was hanging out beneath the tight-fitting fourth of a shirt she wore. Nor was she aware that disgusting fruit she was chewing was one of a special nature, one that in itself caused people to look on in wonderment, especially in such a place like Water 7.

Chocolate colored skin ebbed in the sunlight, as she rounded the next corner, azure eyes scanning her environment, as she tossed the entirety of the fruit into her mouth, including the stem and chewed on it snailishly. Eyes quickly locked on something that was familiar, another Kuja who was staring into a window, the reflection of which showed a face of longing and desire for things that could yet to be had. She watched her fellow Amazon scurry from shop to shop, head switching back and forth, gauging the items before moving on. While Epoch was taking this all in, and capable of seeing her even thru the crowd due to her impossible height, she wasn’t fond of moving any faster to actually catch up with her. Instead she continued her pace of turtle speed, the crowd parting for her, as her hips swayed dangerously showing the full prowess of her lithe and warrior-like physique. Nonetheless as the one dressed as a schoolgirl with hair of wheat took her place upon the steps, the giantess moved towards the direction of some sort of familiarity, stalking her way towards her.

Of course she didn’t have a veiled approach, how could she? As she got closer, her shadow began to overcast over Summer, as she blocked off the patch of sun that was beaming down against her. The green marbles took stock of the daggers of death the smaller girl carried, as well as  the paint brush? That was something you didn’t see in Amazon Lily every day. Yet while Epoch considered herself to be a prototypical Kuja as per combat relations, she couldn’t help but allow a brief and genuine smile slide across her exposed face,  before her dollish voice emerged, something which was so sweet it didn’t seem like it should come from a person of her size. She said, ”There is so much beauty in artistry that our sisters simply do not understand…” Though she didn’t know the woman from a can of paint, she could only assume that her presence on Water 7 had something to do with the idea that no one in Amazon Lily took a non-warrior seriously. However Epoch did, as there were certain things called ambitions. Everyone wasn’t designed the same, which included the Amazon.

Taking up the same step beside Summer, Epoch inconvenienced more people as they had to go around her bulky fram, sweeping her pigtails out the way so she didn't sit on them as she sat, ignoring the people complaining about her obstructing their pathway. Instead she only looked down at the smaller Kuja as she chimed once more, ”But it is okay smaller one, I understand.” Coming from a sect of more barbaric Kuja, the woman gave Summer a solemn pat on her head that was likely entirely to forceful, as her entire palm was bigger than the circumstance of the school girls head. Another smile lit up on her face before it disappeared, as she said, ”My mother named me Epoch….what’s yours?” Though not forceful, she was incredibly direct as she waited for the woman to reply as they sat lazily in front of the bank.

(Ito Ito no Mi consumed)

An almost chuckle escaped between the lips of Epoch, as she propped her right hand against her cheek, the arm of which was resting on her leg. Leaning her hand against her hand, she smushed her cheek up against her eye, which made her look entirely lazy. Within a single sentence from the smaller Kuja, she could see the warrior spirit that was within her. Maybe not in the traditional sense, but there was something to be noted about intense passion, conviction, and utter discontempt for people trying to strangle your dreams. Yet regardless of how venomous the other blonde spat her words and declared the lack of understanding from her fellow Amazon’s, the chocolate colored woman didn’t bat an eye. Instead she simply soaked it all in, saying nothing as the woman professed that she had to be going in a hurry to make a withdraw. This information however piqued the interest of the giantess, as a yellow eyebrow rose at the words, the other remaining stationary, a look of inquiry without words. Placing her free hand against her stomach, Epoch listened to it wail once more, the fruit not holding much at all, it simply begged for more nutrition.

A low rumbling, ”Hmmmmmmm”, sound escaped the voice box of the woman, as she prepared to retort to the musing of being like them before replying, ”No.” A simple answer for a simple question, there was no need to drag things out any further than they had to go. Nonetheless her thoughts moved to the world needing color, not to be black and white; as simple as every Kuja serving the exact same purpose. Strength was not the only measure of beauty, not in the azure orbs of Epoch. Unlike Summer, the new pirate was ignoring the attention that she was pulling in, having come to terms with the idea that it was simply what men did. Stare at you. Though as the smaller girl broke it down to her, a mild ”tsk” sound escaped from inside of her, as she shook her head for a moment. Barbarians. Strange how they could be so compelled by the female form that all rudimentary manners were thrown out the window and they could just sit there and ogle at a woman without shame. And more so than that, they were out here victimizing women with their sword-esque man parts.

How strange it must be, to carry around a weapon that could both inflict pain and yield life. Sounded dreadful, Epoch wanted no parts of this sinister plot to be stabbed up by man things. Nonetheless, she was wrought in her convictions as she said, ”Then let them look. I shouldn’t have to be ashamed of my anatomy due to stupidity. There are no invites for those weaponized parts you speak of…” She truly couldn’t understand that this weapon being bore by men wasn’t truly a weapon, but in her mind, it was, and that was a safe thought. She’d be prepared for any man trying to touch her, thinking they could just invite themselves to her because of her own anatomy. Battles would ensure over such. However more than anything it seemed like the little Kuja knew a lot about living outside of Amazon Lily, which made Epoch think that it might be best to stick around with her for a little bit, regardless of what that meant.

As she came to this conclusion, the proposition of robbing the bank slid from Summer to herself, and with little hesitation, she nodded her head, rocking it back and forth against her hand slowly as she replied lazily, ”Yes.” Standing to her feet sluggishly, she pushed off of the stairs as her stomach gave another monstrous roar that echoed around the pair, being quite audible as she said meagerly in her dollish voice, speaking the obvious, ”I need to eat. All I’ve come across in this place is an unimaginably horrid tasting fruit. The taste needs to be replaced. I will aid you, Small One.” Nodding again as she drew herself to her full ten foot height, causing a bit more of the lower portion of her breast to spill out a bit more, something that she was immediately aware of. Grabbing a hold of the garb, she pulled it down swiftly, looking around her to make sure no one was peaking at her as it happened. They were. So rude, so pathetic, animals.

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