Don't Own anything.
'thought'
"Speech"
"Tvs, Radios, and Text via book or newspaper... when those are around..."
It's just a standard day in the shop.
Quiet, a little boring, but hey, I've got a new PC to help stave off the boredom.
Solitaire. Mine Sweeper, hell it's even got pinball!
All good things to pass the time!
The door is thrown open as a girl rushes inside, her face is red and distraught, her hair frazzled and breathing frantic, a blue feathered dragon the size of a cat rushes in beside her as large ape-like monsters lumber around behind her, one hand on a large tree-trunk like club, and the other on a large gourd.
The door slams as she quickly backs away, clutching her chest.
She has short brown hair tied up into short twin-tails with red ribbons, she wears a yellowish overcoat with a brown trim, she wears black short shorts underneath, her boots are the same general color scheme as her coat.
She wears a light metal chest piece, metallic pauldrons and has blackish fingerless gloves. Clutched in one hand is a fairly uninteresting dagger.
She trips as her hands come up to her head, falling to the floor and letting out weak groans.
The small two-tailed dragon-like creature lets out a trilling call as it swoops down, looking over her with concern.
After a couple more seconds of writhing, the girl reaches up and scratches the side of its head. "I'm okay, Pina."
She seems to take in her surroundings, finally noticing me sitting there, head propped up with an arm, fist resting against my cheek as I stare down at her.
"E-EEK!" She gasps as she flinches back, rocketing to her feet.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know you were there. M-My name is Silica."
Silica - Lv 44
She bows her head and turns around. "I'll get out of your hair."
She opens the door.
"OOOOOK UUUWAAAAAH!"
She slams the door, apparently forgetting about the apes on the other side.
Not the sharpest spoon in the crayon shed, eh?
She shakily looks over her shoulder, a small, embarrassed blush on her face as she bows her head again. "U-Uh... can I please stay here for a minute?"
"I don't see why not." I shrug as I quickly introduce myself. "My name is Argo. Welcome to Fortune's Favors. My interdimensional shop connecting your death game to my Japan. Is there anything I can get you today?"
That's basically my tagline for anyone from sword art that comes here. With 'The Bold' it's quite a few. That guild has been steadily growing larger and larger over time.
"H-Huh?!"
The girl takes a moment to rapidly look around the room, spying numerous snacks lining the nearby shelves.
"P-Pocky?" She whispers, tears seem to brim in her eyes as she approaches the shelf, letting out a small sniffle, picking up one of the boxes.
She looks over to me. "H-How much?"
"Five Cor."
Five coins hit the table as she quietly opens the box, a small smile on her face.
She takes one of the flavored sticks out of the box and crunches on it, letting out a quiet sigh.
The feathered dragon lands atop her head.
"Oh! Pina here." The girl smiles as she offers the remaining half of the stick to the dragon.
The small dragon lets out a quiet chirp as it takes the half-eaten snack and gobbles it up, causing the girl to let out a muted giggle and pet the top of its head as the dragon licks her fingers.
Cute.
The girl opens the door, flinching back with a quiet 'eek' as several large monkeys loom over her.
She closes the door.
"Well, it's been an hour." I lazily observe. "Clearly they aren't leaving."
"Y-Yeah." She quietly nods as she backpedals away from the door and takes a seat in front of the counter. "B-But what can I do?!"
"Wait for someone else from your death game to walk through that door?" I suggest blandly.
"I... guess." She meekly whispers. "But... honestly, thinking about it... do I even want to go back? Out there it's a constant fight! E-even the first floor isn't safe because player killers loom outside the city sometimes! But in order to get a room and food... you need to leave sometimes... Can... can I stay here?"
"This is also the place where, I can get things that r-remind me of home." The girl whispers.
"So, what? You want me to hire you or something?" I ask.
"Yes! I-I won't be useless! I know it! I have good skills! M-My cooking proficiency is over five hundred! A-and my sewing skill is over six hundred! I-I've also got a musical instrument skill over seven hundred!"
"Huh." I lowly hum. "Alright. I do sort of need someone to watch over the shop while I am gone. Follow me."
I turn and walk into the door just behind the countertop, the brown haired girl following after me.
We come into a small entry hallway, the wall to the left is a half-wall, showing off a miniature kitchen. Stepping up once we enter a simple Livingroom with a Tv, a coffee table, and a couch with smaller tables on each side, there's a doorway to the left that leads into the kitchen, just past that is a second doorway leading to a hall with a door on the right.
Open the door and gesture inside as Silica comes to stop behind me. "You can sleep in here."
I walk into the room slowly and gesture to the sliding door on one side of the room. "That's the closet."
I then point to the door on the other side. "Bathroom."
"But- but- if I sleep here... where will you sleep?"
"The couch." I shrug as I watch the small dragon land atop her head.
"Wh- NO! You shouldn't force yourself to sleep on the couch because of me! That's horrible! I-"
"Oi. Calm down. I'm more comfortable on the couch." I cut in with a bland tone.
"H-Huh?" The red eyed girl blinks up at me.
"Oh. Right. Transformation magic."
I've gotten good enough at hiding my features that sometimes I forget I even have it on.
Certainly not at the level which allows me to transform into other body-types- such as a cat, or a bird- or improve my physical abilities, but probably enough to turn into other people and their clothes after studying them only briefly.
I haven't exactly attempted it yet, but I bet I could also copy their voice if I really tried.
"Magic?!" The girl gasps.
With a wave of my hands, my transformation fades.
"E-Ears?! Tail?!" The girl gasps, eyes growing wide with wonder. "What... are you?"
"Eh, the jury's still out on that, but I've more or less accepted the idea that I'm a kitsune."
"Probably." I continue.
"What's it like having a tail?" The girl questions.
"…"
There's a slight hollow look to my eye as I remember something that happened last week. "Imagine the most mind-numbing agonizing, genuine suicidal thoughts inducing pain you have ever experienced... then realize that you'll feel that every time that you accidentally slam your extension of your spine in a door. I... am sort of lucky I'm not paralyzed."
"O-Oh..."
"Anyways. Sleeping on my side is a bit uncomfortable, and sleeping on my back eventually causes my tail to become numb, sleeping on my stomach is a neck-hurting task in and of itself, but the fact that my couch has a crease I can put my tail in really helps out."
"O-Oh... okay..." She meekly replies as she looks away guiltily. "I'll sleep in here if you want me to."
I nod slowly. "This is basically all I've got right now. Believe me. It's a lot better than when I first started. My shop used to be a six-by six and I had an absolutely cursed bedroom that was more like a hallway than an actual room."
"Settle in. I need to get back to the shop. Someone just came in." I announce as I turn and quietly return to behind the counter.
"Ah, Erza. Good to see you." I smile with a small nod of respect.
"Argo." She replies. "Has anything happened while I was away?"
"Last time I heard the clearers were recovering after floor forty-nine and dealing with the top red guild. Laughing Coffin."
Her eyes narrow into furious slits, her fists clenching. "They are trapped in a death game, yet they still have the arrogance and disgusting desire to kill their fellow man."
"With people like that, they are overjoyed to be able to hold someone's life in their hands. To decide if someone will live or die. There is no hope for such savages." I agree with a tired sigh as I run a hand through my hair, brushing it across one of my ears.
"Despicable." The knightly woman snarls.
"In other news... the shop connected to a fourth world, though I am sort of unsure of much of what goes on in there. I know the basics. Some powers here and there."
"Oh? Is this fourth world impressive?"
"There doesn't appear to be magic, but foul tasting fruits can give you abilities that look similar to magic at the cost of your ability to swim. Plus, there's a few unique powers that are interesting, something called 'haki' which is weaponized willpower. The sword masters there are pretty impressive as well, being able to slash simple blades and create massive gales of slicing wind."
"Interesting." The woman lowly hums, cupping her chin as she seemingly falls into deep thought. "I will return to training. But I will check back soon. Please tell me when the clearers are preparing for the next floor."
"I will." I reply with a slow nod. "Stay safe."
"You too, Argo." The red haired woman replies as she turns and leaves the shop.
Ooooh...
I. Just. Had. An. Idea~
"Mr. Argo... what are you doing?" My brown haired employee questions from behind me as I stand atop a miniature block of churning water.
*Thunk Thunk Thunk*
An iron nail is pounded into the wall with a hammer.
My mastery of the basic elements has reached a point I am genuinely surprised of.
I have moved beyond basic bitch water magic, such as the sort that merely allows you to shoot streams and waves of water...
And I have developed my own unique brand...
Water maker magic.
The static kind.
Dynamic maker magic is fucking impossible to figure out. But damn it would be cool to conjure an army of tiny water creatures like a mini annihilation maker.
Static water-make magic was a lot simpler. Just messing with the surface tension till you got water that was more or less 'bouncy' like those videos of eggs that had their shells melted away by vinegar.
That analogy is actually incredibly accurate, as back when I first discovered it, much like the egg, too much pressure would cause the created object to become nothing more than a large puddle on the floor.
But now I have grown to the point that I can make small semi-durable objects.
This little foot stool is regretfully the limit of my power currently.
I had to go fetch a hammer as well, because when I tried to hammer in a nail with a water-make hammer, the small surface area of the nail head popped the hammer I created like a balloon.
"I am making a notice board." I answer Silica's earlier question.
"Why?" She blinks.
"I think it'll be a nice way to organize this mess of a shop. Instead of people wandering over to me for the news, they can just make their way to this board, see 'oh, they need some timber in world 1. I'll make a notice that I have accepted the request and will be back shortly.' Or maybe some form of large beast is threatening a town. Someone from world 3 would decide to head on over and kill it." I explain as I finish nailing up the large corkboard.
"I just need think up some names for each of the worlds, print out some stuff, then section off the board with some string." I nod with a pleased grin as I step down from my block.
With a wave of my hand, the front door opens, the block of water being tossed outside, losing form and splashing across the pavement as my gaze swipes over my recently hung 'interdimensional job board'.
My smile twitches as I realize it has a slight slant.
"Son of a fucking-" I lowly curse as a magic circle appears in front of my hand.
A water foot stool appears, slightly bending underfoot as I step up onto it, I remove the nail from the wall quietly, my other hand tightly pressing the corkboard against the wall
I slide one side of it up slightly, then carefully bring a nail up with my tail.
I carefully- and I mean surgically- hammer it once to get it slightly stuck in the wall, then proceed to nail it the rest of the way in after moving my tail away.
I take a few steps back as I cautiously look over it.
"Tch."
Still unlevel. But not by a noticeable amount.
I scoff as I pick up the stool and toss it out the open door which slams a short moment later.
I drag my eyes away from it, rubbing a temple as I focus on Silica. "Soooo. What do you want for dinner? I'm going out soon to buy groceries."
I glare at the cork board in the corner of my vision and let out a low-loathing growl. "And a bubble level."
I look back to the girl. "So, I was wondering. Fast food? Maybe like... a burger. Or maybe a pizza? Or you want some takeout?"
"Uhhh... umm..." The girl quietly hums, thinking deeply upon the question I just asked.
She opens her mouth to reply, but closes it a moment later, returning to thinking.
A quiet gasp leaves her mouth as she perks up, eyes widening. "Tempura! C-can we please have some tempura? A-and sushi?"
"Done. Want some egg rolls?"
"Of course! You can't not have some when you go out for dinner." The girl nods repeatedly.
The dragon lets out a quiet cry, noticing how excited the brown haired girl seems to be getting.
"Alright." I nod slowly. "In which case. I'll be back shortly."
Pov: elsewhere.
Seven figures sit in a large cage.
Four men, and three girls.
The first is a thin teen with olive skin and a long pointed nose, he wears a green striped robe with a yellowish head covering, the next, a fairly light looking teen wearing a reddish robe with the front open, revealing a red short sleeved shirt underneath and blue denim shorts. There's a straw hat on his head, hidden under a cloth hood
The third man has green hair, a white short sleeved shirt, black pants, and a long sleeved black and white- almost zebra pattern- shirt, on his head he wears an orange covering that acts like a hood to keep the sun off, at his hip rest three swords, one with a black sheath, one with a red, and one with a cloudy light blue sheath, clutched in his hand is a fourth sword, this one with a white sheath.
The final man has stark white hair wearing a white open coat that has greenish fur lining the sleeves, collar, and bottom. He has dark blue pants, and a bandolier around his left arm, but instead of bullets, it holds cigars.
He sits on the stone bench lining the walls of the cubic prison cell, teeth gritted around two cigars at once.
Water slowly leaks into the cell as large alligators prowl around the outside of the cage, a banana shaped protrusion growing from the tops of their heads.
The first woman has orange hair, wearing a white cloak, she sits more or less alone, a defeated expression on her face.
A second girl, this one with long blue hair tied up in a ponytail, tears stream down her cheeks as she kneels on the floor, her blue cloak steadily becoming more and more soaked as the water grows deeper and deeper.
The final girl has short black hair, wears red-rimmed glasses, and a dark blue coat, underneath is a floral shirt with suns on it.
She has a sole sword at her hip and glares hatefully at the man with four swords as he seems to lazily sleep.
Alabasta hasn't been kind to them so far.
A secret organization is desperately trying to overthrow the country. Pitting rebel forces against the king while they continue to escalate in the background.
This organization, 'Baroque Works', was led by one of Seven Warlords of the sea. A legalized pirate that is accepted by the world government and has had their bounty removed in exchange for them more or less keeping the peace.
They are even allowed 'legal plunder'.
Now they are trapped here. The only key to their cell tossed down below and eaten by one of these numerous bananagators, and the room steadily filling with water.
Crocodile has long since left after gloating about his plan...
His plan to bring war to the blue haired princess' country.
The green haired man's eyes snap open suddenly, he rises to his feet, catching the attention of everyone nearby. "Well. He should be far enough away now."
The orange haired girl lets out a gasp as she leaps to her feet, a hopeful expression on her face. "Do you have a way out, Zoro?!"
"I don't know. Something has just been bothering me." He frowns as he slowly walks over to a nearby marble wall.
He places his hand on the wall, everyone watches as the stone peels back as if it were made of mere paper.
"WOOOAH!" The straw hat wearing teen gasps.
The long nosed man lets out a small shriek as he begins cowering behind said straw hat wearing teen.
The symbol of a merchant's scale is emblazoned upon the door.
The swordsman frowns. "This looks... familiar."
"A door?" The orange haired girl whispers.
The swordsman wordlessly opens it.
Silica and I sit behind the countertop, a small table between us as we eat our meal.
"-The craziest thing I've ever bought? Well... I mean, the shop hasn't been open all that long." I hum as I scratch the side of my head. "But that's a veeeery good question. Honestly? Probably an anvil. It was SUCH a task to transport it back. But it did sort of unlock smithing for you guys on floor one. That let Lisbeth save quite a few people."
"Y-You know Lisbeth?!" She gasps, eyes widening in surprise.
"Of course." I smirk with a proud nod. "Where else did you think she was getting iron ore a good ten floors before it naturally spawns?"
"Well... I... guess that makes sense." The girl shrugs as she reaches over the table and grabs one of the last tuna Maki rolls with a pair of chopsticks.
The blue 'little feather dragon' which is sat on the countertop finishes up the small almond cookie it had been offered earlier and lets out a quiet cry as it walks in a circle and curls up into a ball. Letting out a tired yawn as it simply decides to go to sleep right then and there.
Silica smiles down at her plate. "Argo... you have no idea how much this means to me. In S-A-O we really didn't have the means to get food like this. Nostalgic food. Sure, we can fry things in oil, and we have rice and fish, but it's not authentic."
"I know that might sound a little bit crazy, maybe... but it's the truth!" She continues.
"Oh, I believe you. Kayaba didn't exactly think out his little game. I mean, really. No spellcasting? You are having people fight flying fire breathing reptiles, elves, minotaurs and giants without ANY ranged weapons? I'm surprised he even decided to add throwing knives! Or maybe he just couldn't figure out how to make it so players couldn't just toss whatever they held in their hands. I'd say he's probably one of the dumbest game designers in the field."
"He... didn't really think it out, to be honest." The girl agrees. "But I don't really like to talk badly about people who aren't here."
"He ruined your life and murdered like a thousand people. Why be nice to him? Fuck that guy. I hope he's having the worst of all headaches right now."
"You're right." She relents with a quiet sigh.
"You might be too nice if you feel reservations about insulting a person like Kayaba." I frown at the girl sitting across from me.
"Mmmaybe. But. I feel I'd be a lot less happy if I were always hateful and loathing people! I'd rather be too nice than too mean!" The red eyed girl smiles.
Ugh. She is SO sweet. What sort of fucking asshole puts a person like this in a death game.
"That's a fair point. But I'll warn you, as a shopkeeper, you more or less have to take a neutral stance until people pay you. On that note, I should probably begin teaching you about the currency conversions and maybe start labeling the price of everything. I'll probably stick to one sole price when I label things, then convert it based on the world in question."
"Alright! I won't let you down, Mr. Argo!" The girl smiles with a resolute nod.
"Please. Just call me 'Argo'." I sigh as I run a hand across my face. "'Mr. Agro' makes me sound old and I don't really like it."
"Yes, Argo sir!" The girl nods.
I give her a half lidded stare.
The door to the front of the shop opens, catching both of our attention as a green haired man steps through the door, water begins flowing into the shop over the lip of the doorframe.
"OI! What the fuck do you think you're doing?! You're getting water absolutely fucking everywhere!" I snap as I leap to my feet and swing my hand forwards.
The water is shot backwards, out the door, unintentionally soaking the swordsman as he just stands in the doorway.
"WOOOOAH! MYSTERY DOOR!" I hear a slightly scratchy higher pitch voice exclaim from in the background.
"Do you have anything to unlock a prison cell door?" He asks, eyebrow slightly twitching, apparently being mildly bothered by the water. "We are in a cell that's being filled with water."
"…"
"Not even going to comment about how this shop is in your cell?"
"No. I don't care. Open the door and let us out." The green haired man frowns.
"Right, fine. I guess I should so my investment doesn't get wasted." I sigh as I slowly walk forwards.
I briefly glance over my shoulder. "Silica. I'm going out for a while. Hold down the fort.
"Yes sir!" She replies with a peppy salute.
I step past Zoro and into the prison cell, briefly grimacing as water begins seeping through my tennis shoes. The door closes behind me.
"Well, quite the pickle you all have got yourselves into." I hum, eyes straying around the room.
'Luffy. Ussop, Nami, Vivi, Smoker annnnd Tashigi. Huh. Strange. The princess should be outside with the crocodiles and the glasses wearing marine girl shouldn't even be here at all.'
"Who... are you?" The orange haired girl asks.
"My name is Argo. An interdimensional shopkeeper. I own the store Fortune's Favors."
"He's a ghooooost!" Ussop cries out.
The marines don't say anything, deciding to quietly observe, Luffy crosses his arms, thinking deeply about something.
"What do you mean by... investing?" Zoro frowns.
"Oh. The reason I want you to learn Haki is because of something called a 'black blade'. I'm not sure of the specifics, but sometimes blades permanently become black through absorbing Armament Haki. Typically increasing the 'rarity' and 'power' of the blade in question." I begin as I slowly approach the cage's bars. "If a blade becomes a 'black blade' its resiliance is improved ridiculously and it is said that the blade in question improves a rank. A random run of the mill grade sword becoming one of the fifty- or rather fifty one- 'Skillful' Grade. A skillful grade becoming one of the twenty one great grade, that sort of thing."
"My intent is to let you do your thing, improve your swords, then step in after you have long since died of old age and reclaim at the very least the Misten Step from you. I'm not exactly... pressed for time. My life span is a couple thousand years, I can afford to wait around a couple hundred years here and there." With a flash a longsword with a white hilt appears in my hand, the blade is a cold icy blue, unlike a normal sword its edges are jagged and saw-like but lacking any form of symmetry or pattern.
It's as if it were a long, straight, sharp, slab of broken ice that had formed atop a lake stuck on a hilt.
"Black Blades, huh?" Zoro repeats, more than likely remembering the sword of the greatest swordsman in the world who nearly bisected him. "I don't really care what happens to my swords after I'm dead."
"but this lets me know that you are actually as money hungry as my crewmate." He continues.
He is punched in the back of the head by the orange haired girl. "Quiet! You still owe me money!"
"I gave it back on the same day! Literally every Beri!" He snaps at the straw hats navigator.
"INTEREST ZORO! INTEREST!"
Cold mist gently wafts across the edge of my sword as I grab the hilt in both hands and hold the sword in a kendo stance.
The sword glows an eerie blue as I settle into my stance, raising the blade above my head slowly.
*TING-CLINGGGG*
I slash downwards, then instantly follow it up with an upwards slash.
I frown at the sea prism stone bars and crouch, running a finger along the place my blade hit as its tip presses against the water underfoot, causing a small film of ice to appear on the water's surface.
"Not even a scratch?!" I whisper, eyes growing wide as my appraisal sings the praises of these bars. "Damn. This isn't even processed correctly into a metal. You are telling me that this ore is stronger than steel?! Than even frostite?!"
"Extreme affinity with water magic... what the hell is this stuff?" I mutter.
A small smirk crosses my lips as I stand back up, reaching through the bars, my fingers brushing against the keyhole of the door, a tiny blue magic circle glowing atop my fingertips as I place my sword back into my requip space.
"So, like, I've got a couple of questions. I get that this rock maaaay negate the powers of some of you. Primarily the Logia and the Zoan, but, like, Logias can turn into an element, why haven't you turned yourself into like... a line of your element and carefully maneuvered yourself through the bars? That's something you should be fully capable of."
"Smoke isn't that precise. If I touched the stone while I was halfway through, I'd be stuck. Permanently. With no way to survive. Besides. I'd be leaving my petty officer here." Comes his reply, his eyes slowly trailing to Luffy, narrowing as he seems to catch onto something I've said.
"I mean. That's a better chance of you surviving than the zero you would have staying here. You might have been able to find a key, hell, stop up the holes filling this place with water, surely that's better than just merely waiting to die, right?" I ask as I close my eyes focusing deeply on the lock.
"Hn." He grunts, not saying anything further.
Water fills the lock as I slowly feel around the tumblers.
"Oh wow. This was a stupid key design." I scoff mostly to myself. "Two prongs? Really? If it was something more advanced, maybe I wouldn't have been able to do this.
As the toughened water finds the correct position for all of the lock's inner workings, I slowly twist a forming handle, causing the water that forms the spine of the key to turn and deform slightly, my eyes crack open, seeing one of the large gators lumbering forwards.
I narrow my eyes, causing the water-make to harden more.
*Clunk*
The bar locking the door slams open as I let out a small cackle. "Hell Yeah!"
I rise to my full height and shove the cell door open with a foot, looking over my shoulder. "Well, what would you seven say about an extra pair of hands?"
I look at the large gator rushing towards me with a loud snarl.
With a flick of my wrist the water on the floor beneath the bananagator lunges upwards, smashing into its stomach and carrying it off the ground as its eyes bug out.
It collapses onto its side, heaving and twitching.
Vivi slowly walks forwards, wiping her eyes. "Please... I beg you... help us."
"Alright. In exchange I want the sea prism stone in this cage and a reasonable portion of whatever treasure found that belongs to this organization."
"Done!" The girl shouts.
I turn back around just to see the gator I slammed with water vomit up a lanky man with hair stylized like a three.
"…"
"HEY! Shop guy! Join my crew!" Luffy demands. "Be the... uhh... uhhh... Quarter... mans? I'll get back to you on that, but I want you to join!"
"No." I deny instantly.
"I refuse your refusal!" The straw hat wearing pirate exclaims.
"Smoker, sir. Shouldn't we stop them?" Tashigi asks.
"We've got bigger things to worry about." The white haired marine growls as he steps out of the cage. "Ignore them for now. Our sole target is Crocodile."
Water has reached up to roughly our ankles by now.
With a flash my sword returns to my grasp as Zoro draws a sole katana. Luffy clenches his fist as he grins mischievously.
"So. Zoro. I've got to ask. Any closer to Haki?" I question, eyes straying over to the swordsman at my left.
"One time. I managed to dodge one time in the past four weeks I've been trying it." He answers.
"Hey, that's more than I can say I've dodged." I grin.
"LET'S GO GET CROCODILE!" Luffy shouts as he turns and rushes towards the stairs, punching any nearby reptile in the face.
What luck! I need a little combat experience. Let's see how this goes.
Well well, back with another chapter! Argo is finally going to be getting into some fights.
If he does well here, maybe he'll have enough confidence to do the same back in his original world! If not, fairy tail could also be a pretty good training ground~
Plus, he finally hired someone to watch the shop while he adventures in other worlds!
His power can only improve from here!
Guest reviews:
Guest 001: Omake was too fast-paced. I wanted to slow it down a bit.
Guest 002: Technically speaking, he KNOWS that the 'Six Powers' exist. He could totally learn that shit on his own, starting with Tekkai and Soru and reconstructing the rest from there.
Guest 003: Debatable about the weakness thing, but honestly, the easiest way to get a devil fruit is for Argo to legitimately MURDER someone with basically a fruit salad nearby
Guest 004: Probably none of those worlds will appear to be honest.
MrBone93: I mean, the straw hats NEED it to be honest. So much of their general existance has been a result of good luck.
Middernacht: Possibly. It'd work well with SAO
Ya boi: Oh, I actually had an idea for a snippet that was a character in Dxd who merely embodied like ALL of the cat folklore and stuff, such as '9 lives' and 'black cats are bad luck' then even obscure ones like 'Good fortune sneeze' and 'A cat can start a storm with magic stored in the cat's tail.' I haven't even written a word yet, but it was a general premise.
Kyo: It'll probably happen at some point.
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, I'll see you all later!