The bustling and crowded streets seemed to create an automatic motion of dividing as the Amazon began to stroll thru them. Though some were considerate, containing some form of home training and manners, others simply pointed and whispered as the gargantuan woman made her way down the cobblestone roads. Nonetheless, she couldn’t say she minded, as the stares, glares, and gawking had become something she had became accustomed to since deciding to leave Amazon Lily in search of something...more. However she knew her sisters would never leave Lily because of such things, their temperament not fitting to deal with the distasteful and mannerless. Nor did they have the temperament to be treated like anything less than what they were, royalty, whenever they went anywhere. All eleven younger siblings being fine with ripping the prodding eyes out of their eye sockets and adorning them across their breastplates. For not only were they warriors, they may as well have been considered barbarians. Yet Karayan was always different, and it showed with her current poise not to act out in this circumstance, and instead allow the crowds to prod at her with their eyes, as she could not fault them, most having never seen a Kuja before this day, and if they had, rarely did they come at nearly fifteen feet tall.

Yet the genes of the Empress of Amazon Lily were the strongest in the eldest Princess, as well as her calm, which is why Karayan had fell in line for the succession of the island whenever she got finished with her little “Pirate Games” as her mother called them. She on the other hand, liked to call it an exciting humanitarian mission. As even now she carried a large dark green rucksack on her right pinky finger, the contents of which would make quite a few people extremely happy. Each giant step she took moved her closer to her destination, a side alley marking the place of meeting, as the crowds all but dissipated in what seemed to be an eternal smog. The smell of trash immediately hit her nose, causing it to draw up and crinkle, her full lips twisting in response. Nonetheless, with her head peaking around the corner she whispered in an extremely loud, non-incognito manner, ”PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSST. PSSSSSSSSSSSSSST. The Package...is secure.”

What appeared to have been an empty alleyway slowly began to flood with activity, as children began to pop up from behind objects littering the ground, drains, and building tops as if conjured by some form of magic out of nowhere. The pale blue eyes seemed to echo the same bright smile as the one that was cascading across her face as the kids saw her and echoed the light that beamed from her. Like a swarm of fire ants, they all descended upon her at one time as she rounded the corner, looking down at beings that were so much smaller than her, some jumping up and down, others clenching her legs. They cleared space, as she bent lower, embracing them in a hug all at once, squeezing them close to her chest as she began to nuzzle her face against some of there’s. Sounds of “Blah” “Gross” were echoed by some of the “tougher” homeless boys, yet she could feel that everyone in her embrace loved the motherly clutch, they missed it, as they were the forgotten.

As she released them, curious eyes fell upon the rucksack, as she began to flick back prowling hands with her own large fingers as she scanned the crowd for the missing link. Lowering herself even further to the ground, Karayan bellowed in her light voice, ”I’ll give one of you guys one thousand Beli if ya tell me where Waffles is.” The Troublemaker as the Marine’s and townsfolk here called her, didn’t even waver for a moment, before she spiraled from a nearby rooftop ready to claim the reward for herself like the Princess knew she would. This caused a giggle to escape the pink lips of the woman as Waffles held her hand out, demanding payment with a stern look on her face, her head turned up and away from the Amazon. ”Now now, don’t be like that Waffles. Where is the love.” It seemed like the small girl was struggling not to respond, and eventually just couldn’t contain herself anymore. ”Because YOU said dhat one day I could join de crew and be a Pirate. Yet here Iy’am, still in dis dump, and you didn’t keep your word. You suck Karayan!”

Looking directly at Waffles, she could see the frustration on the dirty young lasses face, as she replied, ”You’re right.” ”I’m right?” ”Absolutely.” For a moment time seemed as if it were standing still as Waffles soaked in the words of being right by someone who was her elder and also of Royal Blood. It was unheard of. Nonetheless, she ran with it as she said, ”Uh uh….of course I am. Why would anyone doubt me?” Chatter around her by the other kids suggested plenty of reasons to doubt her, as she began shaking her fist at the younger kids. Pulling the bag off of her finger, Karayan raised it to a point where only she could see before saying, ”How bout this Waffles. I will give you something special out of this bag if you stop being mad at me.” A curious eye lit up, but the girl held her ground as she replied, ”You already owe me money first.” Rolling her eyes playfully, the Amazon dug in her breastplate, producing a modest amount of Beli in a bag, and placing it in the girl’s small hand.

”Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see!” Now she was jumping like the rest of the children as the huge woman smiled down at them and began going into the bag. Her mouth fell upon slightly as she muttered “Ahhhhhhhh” and her hand stopped moving. Giggling lightly the woman said, ”Suuuuuuuure you want to see?” By this time Waffles had already began to scale the Kuja’s leg guard, before being plucked off and put back on the ground. Placing the object in her free hand, she balled up her fist as she said, ”Gotta take it first. But everyone else can pick there’s.” The kids flew into a frenzy around the rucksack that was now placed upon the ground, as they began to draw out weapons, Waffles continuing to tug on Karayan’s fingers as strongly as she could to no avail. Going at far as to bit the side of the woman’s finger, causing the Amazon to giggle once more. Opening her palm, were two small daggers made specifically for the little human girl. The first forged with the name Waffles on it, the second with the name Pancake on it. Both beautifully crafted by hands that were seemingly to big to create something that small with such perfection.

Tears could be seen welling up in Waffles eyes, as she was swooped into another embrace by the Princess, lips pressed against the salty tears before placing her back on the ground. Standing to her full height Karayan said, ”Now….never let no one take what is yours again. The Marine’s may own the island...but you’re still people.” Looking down at Waffles a mischievous smile spread across their face as the woman said, ”Mischief?” Smiling back at Karayan, the small girl rallied up her gang to enact the plan that her and Karayan had spoke of. Bringing down the Marine’s in Loguetown would start today. The misfits would rise, and all the from those on the island, reduced. That was the reason she was here, though she knew that even the greatest fighter always needed a plan.

As gunshots began to ring out in the air, the pale blue eyes of the Amazon were averted towards the direction they were coming from, before she looked back down at the kids, a light smile plastered to her face as she said, ”Now would be the perfect time for a piggyback ride, yes children?” Her question was answered with a light clatter of arms, the clasping of hands, followed by what felt like a dozen or so ants scurrying up her shin guards, scaling the huge woman before gripping their small hands around anything that would ensure they didn’t fall off. As Waffles perched on her shoulder, Karayan turned away from the alley and began to sprint down the road amidst a mass who were sprinting/fleeing in the opposite direction. Though she wasn’t necessarily the teeming definition of fast, her long legs ensured that it wouldn’t take long to arrive at her destination in the center of the port hub known as Logue Town. Rounding several more corners, she ignored as people bumped into her legs, instead gently sweeping them to the side with her hand, allowing her to get past the obstruction (herself) without issue, as well as giving them a little jolt of inspiration to keep heading away from the gunfire.

Emerging on the scene, it appeared she popped up just in time, as a sinister dance was starting to take place between Marines and Pirates. Well less so Marines and pirates, but more so a Marine and pirates. Movements were rapid, a stream of black wizzing around the chicken wielders, blood spewing as it darted about, bodied falling into small heaps as it did so. As the small blonde haired woman completed her initial triage of who needed to die first, another smile couldn’t help but light up on the face of the warrior, as another warrior female offered the pirates mercy where their comrades were given none. The grin itself was due to the fact that it was a woman that had eviscerated the competition, as well as the rising fume of iron from all the blood that was beginning to pool around the corpses. As it hit her nostrils, Karayan began to salivate a bit, yet held her composure, instead her attention being brought towards the beings who had beat her and the kids to rebellion to no avail.

Nonetheless, as she looked on at the remainder, she said to the kids, ”The ride is over children, wait here until you’re called.” Waffles, looked like she wanted to echo a complaining sentiment, yet as a dark look overshadowed the Amazon’s normally light features, she decided against it, deciding to leave her perch with no argument. As they clambered off of her, she began to walk towards the chicken wielders who seemed to have no intention of giving up, though also not bothering to divert their eyes towards the new threat. Why would they? The one in front of them had already shown that she wasn’t playing any games with them. As Karayan got within feet of the pirates, she did what she thought was the most humanitarian, deciding there was no need for any more of these men to die in a vain effort to overtake The Crimson Queen, a person whose reputation was regarded rather highly amongst Marines and pirates alike. Descending into the pool of chicken pirates, she said, ”Sleep sweet”, in her sweetest tone.

Turning to finally realize their was a Kuja amongst their ranks, it was already too late. A large shockwave cascaded outwards, Karayan at the epicenter of it, as the naughty pirates began to spill over like dominos. One after another they all fell along with several Marine’s whom she couldn’t exempt from the effort. Yet one lone pirate who fell just short of the radius of the Haki. Yet instead of fleeing, he released a battle cry, raising his chicken and sword to the cry as he sprinted towards the Princess. A large hand outstretched from beside her, which was impaled by the sword...or an extremely sharp piece of chicken. It didn’t stop her, instead her blood would be smeared on the messy spray of blonde hair, as she grabbed the man by his head, whipping his body around before releasing it, propelling the body thru the air. As the body flew, it sped past the ledge that Yomi was squatting on, before blasting thru the shop window that Viktur was doing his shopping at. Though the man would suffer from a couple of broken bones, with the amount of force she used, she could almost ensure that he wasn’t dead, there was no need for that type of violence.

As blood dripped lightly from the small wound on her hand, she ignored it, instead gluing her eyes to the Marine as she said, ”Simply a mess. My apologies for your comrades, but it was the most humane thing I could do. A small casualty to stop a rebellion, yes?” A slight giggle escaped her gargantuan body, as she pointed to the bodies littering the ground, some groaning as she said, ”Waffles, bound these men and take their weapons.” She didn’t even have to look at the children before they began to scour the battlefield, though the look of puzzlement on the abrupt change of plan was evident. Smiling kindly, Karayan inquired, ”So what brings The Crimson Queen to Little Ol’ Logue?”

”Wouldn’t be the first time they’ve been sleeping on the job….”, were words shot out from a crooked mouth and a childishly loud “whisper”, as Waffles procured rope from seemingly nowhere on the left of Karayan. Two large fingers came together for a moment, as the Princess gave the local Loguetown thief a sturdy thump to the head that nearly knocked her off balance. Still eyeing Cerulean, the words, ”Manners, Waffles,”, cascaded out of her full lips. As the little girl rubbed her sore head she muttered incoherently as she walked off, the gang of homeless misfits bounding the incapacitated Chicken pirates while also quietly looting them. This caused a grave look of dismay to cross the moonlight toned Amazon’s face, though she quickly pushed it to the corner of her mind, temporarily shelving the desire the thwarp every one of them in the public setting. Instead she extended her gargantuan hand, clasping the Marine’s within her own as she shook it sternly. A full smile had managed to creep back across the canvas of her face again.

”Indeed Ms. Faith someone does indeed have to do it. And how thankful the town must be that your dedication to your task has managed to stop a...Chicken Induced Uprising. Clearly it must be apparent that the search for quality warriors in this place is the incorrect setting.” Karayan’s dimples were shown vividly as she jested with the Marine, though the hint of underlying seriousness was clearly there. Releasing her grasp from around the small hand of the blonde, she eyed the wound, the likes of which seemed almost insignificant to the massive size of her enormous fist. Nonetheless, her early years of training on Amazon Lily had been rigorous enough that such slight pains were something that she could readily ignore. Thus her hand rose to wave it off, instead saying, ”Oh no, I couldn’t take your money...:” Pausing for a moment, the Amazon watched as Waffles took the watch off of one of the dead men’s wrist, before slinging it in her own pocket and shrugging her shoulders at the Kuja.

Continuing she said, ”May I suggest allocating those funds to feed and cloth some of the less unfortunate youth of Logue Town? I’d rather you create them some sort of housing, instead of me having to create them some sort of weapon so they don’t continuously get bullied out of the small scraps they have.” Selfless, Karayan just wanted to see the kids in a more rewarding position, much like she wanted to see the man she had haplessly thrown thru a window in a more rewarding position. Yet again, he was before her, though this time he was unconscious and his body a tad bit more mangled. Turning to face the newcomer who had chucked the body towards her, she chuckled slightly at his words, and even more as the old man ran up behind him, the barrel of his rifle smoking as he let a shot go in the air. The Amazon didn’t bother tensing, instead moving over towards the tall kid with the messy spray of blonde hair. As the Marine attempted to talk the shopkeeper down, the giantess said to the guy, ”I think not trash. If I felt him trash, I would have let her cut him down like the others. Maybe he’s somebody...maybe.”

Icy blue eyes drifted along the lanky fram of Vicktur, taking in his relatively young features, before inevitably falling on the Blade that was thrown over his shoulder. Without thinking about it, she snatched it from his shoulder, as she began to flip it within her hands and fingers, testing its weight as she coo’ed at the seemingly masterful craftsmanship. With a light ”Hmmmmm” sound, Karayan finally came back with the conclusion as she said, ”Poor. Without standard.”  Flicking the piece of junk in street, the woman turned back to the guy as she continued, ”Don’t worry, it wasn’t worth whatever you paid for it. Refinished rusted iron, mixed bronze and copper, with a sprinkle of pitiful craftsmanship and fool’s gold. Worthless. Now this,” Placing her arm behind her head, she lowered her hand just below blade of the spear she aptly called, Gungnir. Drawing it out between her two fingers, she began to extend her arm to make sure the full twenty or so feet of the spear was completely drawn. So black it seemed like it was consuming the light around it, she toiled with it between her fingers as she continued, ”Is craftsmanship.”

Holding it out for Vicktur to hold, inspect and toy around with, the giant added, ”If ever you need quality work, you go to the person who takes their profession seriously.” She had hoped to seize the attention of everyone who was still conscious with her nifty little spear, maybe get some clientele amidst this mess.