Stand 87
Stalls in the Economics section of Desamare was bustling with commerce, swindling and bartering. A woman with long straight platinum blonde hair that looked near golden was at the stall of a man who was supposedly selling Devil Sap imbued items that were also supposedly extraordinary rare
"Huh?!" She said with an exacerbated exclamation. Her Hazel eyes narrowed, they were shaped large, her face heart shaped with thin lips. Hair framing the side of her face. She wore a dark sea grayish blue skin tight sleeveless turtleneck. Her hands had what looked like gauntlets on her forearms that were bluish silver, bracelets hanging from her wrists, some wrapped multiple times, some were beaded, and others just string
Her outfit was finished with a Leather Satchel that had a skull across its brown surface, acting as the clasp to keep it closed, and the Book on the back of her hips on a leather bound holster
Agnus Trix
'Magus'
Bounty: 600,351,000
"These little shits are fakes! They don't even radiate the same Crux Pith as the real deal!" Crux Pith, a concept unique to Devil Sap and Devil Sap imbuement. Much like how it is said that all things have a 'Heartbeat' or the way that a vibration goes through them and how their structure naturally has an ambient vibration caused by a variety of natural phenomenon, Sap items and Sap itself had a unique vibrance that some could see or sense. And even if one with no supernatural attunement were to concentrate in a quite room, they would be able to feel the distinct difference in Temperature and feel, like a 'Buzz' and feel in the hand as if the hand was ever so slightly numb or vibrating
"Now listen here missy! These here are real deal Imbuments! You wouldn't know an Imbuement if it slapped you in the face!" That caused her to narrow and harden her gaze as she leaned forward "Slapped in the face huh? Tch yeah sure."
Trix was not particularly a Hot head like someone such as Calliope or Jackie. But she could certainly get irritated, especially when the man had spent the past 15 minutes showing her nothing but garbage. Usually she was much more calm and collected, but certainly not Stoic
"I'll show you getting Slapped with an Imbuement!" She reached into her satchel, arm going far deeper than what would logically be reasonable and pulled out a Conch Shell that was connected to a large gourd with a leather strap and rope around it, she gripped the handle of the Shell and pulled it from the container! A Vibrant blue wash of Azure liquid connecting to a sharpened end that formed into a blade whip! Slapping the owner into the wall of his stall where she then unhooked the book and clasped it in her free hand, flipping to a memorized page that held a circle of water
"Cingere Neró, Encompas!" Her hand glowed with a vague aura like mist off some of her fingers as the water that was on the man began to rise and pull from his soaked clothes and wrapped around the man in a tight bandolier to restrain him.
Trix then reached forward and grabbed a fan, it looked to be made out of leaves and was about as long as her forearm. Even if she was 6'6 that was still quite large.
"Now this…Is the real deal…But man given how it feel this isn't worth the…TEN Billion!?" She scoffed "Cheapskate"
Agnus Trix. The Magus. She grew up in the Grand Line in a Particular island that was filled with extremely supernatural and spiritual people. This was where she learned the ideas and concepts of Magic. Also known as Sorcery, Maho, Witchcraft.
What a complex thing, magic. It had so many different forms, different variables, different aspects. Like apples. You knew an orange wasn't an apple. But a Crisp and A Sour were still both apples. In a world where everything seemed to be either science or supernatural from the powers of Randomness and Human ingenuity, Magic was one of the few 'Systems' of power that was consistently under one roof. Even if it was disorganized.
Words of Power, Incantations, Rituals and Rites, Symbols, Grimoires, Sigils, Power of the Body. Using the energy of the world around you as payment, or using ones own. Using materials and items. And more. All was under the same concept of 'Magic'. Many don't know where it comes from.
Scholars from all over the world have tried to Study it for generations, some saying they've done so for thousands of years. But most of the knowledge seems to have been lost in some capacity or another. Hard to learn, even harder to master.
Tomes, Scrolls, and Books speaking of how this way of discipline has been a tool that could be learned and modified for individuals have existed since the dawn of time. The Lich, the Magos, The One Who Brought The Light, She who was The First. All these were epithets to individuals who have been lost to time.
And the only thing that remained were people Like Trix who took it upon herself to learn this discipline instead of awakening or crafting their own unique power that was not connected to it. Refusal to eat a fruit. But instead utilize Imbuements to help as tools for her magic.
Seeing as how if somehow she lost the ability to use magic, she could still use her superhuman physiology to use these things to her advantage. Ironic seeing as how many think that Imbuements are Magic. But Magic as their own tools and equipment that are known as 'Enchanted' which are made through magic but lack the same 'Crux Pith' that Imbuments do. And instead can only be used by Magic Practitioners as their 'Mana' or Spiritual energy and Physical Stamina (Along with other elements) are used as fuel instead of how Imbuements use Stamina alone or instead can go indefinitely before 'Overheating' so to say.
But, as we turn away from Trix, we look to the rest of the Isle. Away from those that will soon in mere days and weeks to come, be known as 'The Thirteen Disasters'. The Generation of the Worst of the Worst amongst Pirates.
Those thirteen were as Follows: Falcon D. Leroy. Masamune Kale. Ducasse Pinot Noir. William Ned Low. Bartholomew Howl. Chi Akane. Telelute Mona. Francis Hound. Facere Jacqueline. Zuyi. Ancora D June. Gregor Walker. Agnus Trix.
And…
"Zehaha! Who knew that this place would be such a delight to explore! So much to drink! So much to eat! And the women aren't half bad to look at either!"
Edwar D. Vane
'Blackbeard'
Bounty: 796,000,000
Newly established Royal Marshal Privateer. Gained by winning the Favor of the World Government by way of Capturing Notorious Second Commander of the Red Beard Fleet. Eudora D. Azar
Currently. The Black Beard Pirates were loading back onto their oversized galleon known as 'The Revenge'. For it was he…And the absolute carnage he was currently leaving in his wake of one of the more rich Stands, Stand 99, left in total disarray. He himself having caused the collapse of an entire Desamare tree that was over 3km tall. And out of all the pirates soon to be labled as 'Disaster'. He was the first to cause trouble…
But before we return to The Red Sash Pirates. Theres a few more Notable individuals currently on the Island…