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Chapter 1: A different way of life! First time on Toroa!
Topic Started: Jul 14 2012, 01:58 AM (1,367 Views)
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The Foreman chuckled at the words spoken by Spike. Despite them being clear opponents he couldn't help but be amused whenever the guy spoke. Despite their differences he took great amusement in the young man's behavior. The Foreman's cigar rolled between his lips switching from the right corner of his mouth to his left as he reached inside his coat and took out two new knifes. He was stocked up quite well on them. This indeed wasn't his first fight and he was going to make sure it wasn't his last.

"On the contrary my good lad. I have no personal beef with you. It's just that you are getting in the way of my earnings and I can't have that. There's something in this forest that I have been looking for. Something that's worth so much money I'll be set for the rest of my life"

He took a drag of his cigar before exhaling the thick clouds of white smoke trough his nostrils. It helped him focus during combat. His hands lowered, the knifes between his fingers clenched a little tighter as he stepped backwards two steps to make some more distance.

"Anyway... Let's continue"

Both his arms swept upwards throwing the four knives he held towards Spike. Instantly his arms swept past his coat fishing out a new set of knives and rushing forwards.
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Spike was on the move as soon as the foreman's arms began moving. "I know this guy's fast, I can't let him control the pace of this thing though." Spike kicked off with his left foot and sprang sideways, rolling through the air. Spike looked back to where he had just been standing to see the 4 knives go whizzing by to stick in a tree at the far end of the clearing. He noticed something else when he looked back too. A crowd was forming. Spike had convinced Johny-Boy to send all the workers on break. Nobody had ever gone back to work, it seemed.

Spike held his ground, cracking his whip and holding the foreman at a distance, dodging the seemingly endless amount of knives this man was throwing at him. He looked at the foreman with pity. "That's your problem, isn't it? This whole thing is all about money for you. Never mind the fact that the something you're looking for happens to be sacred to the people who live here. Forget that you're destroying the homes and lives of entire tribes. Tribes that have been living here in peace with the land for lifetimes. That's why I came here in the first place, to get away from people like you. People who need money and things to be happy. This isn't personal for you at all, you're just looking to make your deal and get out, natives be damned. That's exactly why it's personal for me. Because they were willing to work towards a peaceful solution to your logging, and you aren't even here for the trees!" Spike's pity had turned to anger.

The whip cracked again and the head of the foreman's cigar flew off. Spike rolled to the left, just in time to avoid a knife that would have buried itself in his thigh. A sharp bolt of pain roared through his body as he rolled over his injured shoulder and back to his feet. In the distance behind the foreman, he could see some of the workers talking among themselves. "Well, that's the best I can do about them for now. Hopefully some of them will be reasonable like Johny-Boy. Wait... Did I really just think that?" Spike smiled a little in spite of himself as he returned his focus to the foreman. He reached down with his left hand, feeling a pocket with a smile. "If I can keep the foreman at a distance, I'll eventually be at an advantage. If I can't... Well, there's always plan B. I guess for now I just keep moving."
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If there was anything this guy was good at it was dodging the Foreman's attacks. It was kind of frustrating to fight a target who kept moving so much but it really couldn't be helped. This was a fighter after all and Spike was definitely not the first person who had constantly gotten out of harms way. When Spike cracked the whip to keep him at distance the Foreman was indeed forced to back-up. As he took distance Spike spoke up clearly angered by the Foreman's actions.

"Well.... Regardless of your stance on this the island doesn't belong to anyone. Those people might inhabit it but they don't own it. If you stop getting in our way I promise I'll be out of your hair as quickly as possible. The length of our stay really just depends on your level of cooperation"

The moment he finished speaking Spike cracked his whip and send the top of his cigar. The mans brow twitched in annoyance. Okay first his suit and now his expensive cigars? He instantly instigated the fight once more and send a knife flying. When Spike dodged the Foreman's eyes squinted. That shoulder roll hurt huh? Good... A weakness to Spike was an advantage to him. He pushed of with his right leg shooting forward towards Spike.

"If you have any problems with my actions take it up with the World Government but I doubt that'll get you far!!"

The man laughed as he closed the gap between him and Spike and this time pushed his empty hand forward striking at Spike's injured shoulder with an open palm.
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Spike had just finished formulating his plan when the foreman came at him. "Looks like it's decided then." Spike's hand darted into the pocket he had been fingering and pulled out another handful of Stinkberries. As the foreman drew closer, Spike thought back to the first time he encountered the Stinkberry.

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It had been over a year ago, when Spike found himself on a small, rarely traveled island. He was exploring the woods outside of the single village on the island, taking inventory of interesting and rare plants he came across, when he came across a small, bushy plant he had never seen before. The stems had dull yellow berries growing symmetrically along the entire length, and the plant itself gave off quite a pleasant odor as the soft island breeze rustled the leaves.

Spike's stomach gurgled as he caught a whiff of the scent the plant gave off, and he bent over to taste a berry. "Hey, these are alright!" Spike thought as he chewed and swallowed the single berry he had eaten. After waiting a few minutes to make sure his stomach agreed with the berry, Spike picked a large handful and shoved them all in his mouth at once. Unfortunately, with so many berries crammed in his mouth at once, it was impossible for Spike to close his mouth as he chewed, and the sickening fumes produced by the Stinkberry rose directly out of his mouth and into his nose. The pungent aroma that Spike encountered was so concentrated, he barely had time to spit out the mouthful of berries before he passed out.

When he woke up, he was back in the small room he had rented out back in the village. "Ooh boy! G'mornin'! You sure are a curious little feller, aintcha? Shwahaha!" Rufus, the oldtimer he rented the room from exclaimed. "Well sir, you were lookin for neat plants on our island. Them berries you ate is the Stinkberry. Neat alright. Shwahaha! Ok to eat, but boy, you better chew polite. Those berries smell awful bad once you pop 'em. Smell don't clear out for hours, neither. Why, you been out for near a day. How many of them things you try to fit in your mouth boy? Sheee... Slow down when you're eatin', food ain't goin' nowhere."

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The memory flashed through Spike's head like lightning, there one second and gone the next. Then he was back in the now, and the foreman was there, striking at his wounded shoulder. "You seem to like your things clean and in order... Let's see how you like this!" Spike made no great move to avoid the attack. "It's all or nothing now... This one's for you Rufus, thanks for the berries."

As the foreman's palm connected with Spike's shoulder, Spike swung the handful of berries right at the foreman's face. Spike's cupped palm collided with the foreman's cheek at the same instant that the foreman's strike connected. The blow from the foreman knocked Spike back, his hand smearing the berries across the face of the foreman as he was pushed away by the force of the attack.
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The Foreman was an experienced fighter and he knew very well how most other experienced fighters fought. In fact, he relied on them having enough experience to know risky moves often weren't worth pulling. It was exactly why Spike's move caught him off guard. The moment his palm had slammed against the shoulder of the man he was facing the man did something unexpected.

He saw the berries fly from the corner of his eyes. Throwing with fruit? A pathetic way to fight against someone right? Wrong. Very wrong. And unfortunately for the Foreman he realized it way to late. The hand that came after the berries had curled into a fist and connected smearing the berries over his cheek. This would have normally not been a problem but.... The scent that came from the berries was so foul it literally made his vision blurry.

"H-Holy shit!!"

The man exclaimed as he cupped his hands over his nose and stumbled back. Mother fucker!! That smelled so incredibly disgusting. He felt the content of his stomach rise up when he turned around and hurled. What kind of berries had the guy just used on him?
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Spike pulled himself off the ground with a groan. He was actually in a bit of pain at the moment, and his left arm wasn't feeling very good at all, but one look at the foreman and he couldn't help but crack a smile. "Stinkberry." Spike said, a smile on his lips as he returned to his feet. He began walking slowly towards the foreman, who was still hunched over, coughing and gasping for fresh air. "I'm sure you're wondering what that smell is." Spike could smell the odor of the stinkberries on his own left hand. He could never get completely used to it, but it had been a long time since he'd been as bad as the foreman was right now. "That's the fruit of the Stinkberry plant, my extremely overdressed friend. The smell will go away eventually. But you're going away now." Spike reached back and punched the foreman in the jaw, knocking him out. "Probably just did you a favor, I should've made you suffer through the smell." Spike muttered to the unconcious body in front of him.

Spike looked around, taking in everything that had just happened. The group of workers who had been watching the fight were talking among themselves. Spike could only pick out bits and pieces of what they were saying. It sounded like a mixed opinion.

"...got a point, and he beat the foreman..."

"He looks hurt."

"What about the foreman?"

"Let's get him!"

"...pack up?"

"What did he call those things?"

Spike looked through the crowd, trying to pick out Johny-Boy's simple, friendly face. He could feel his head getting heavier. How much blood had he lost through that shoulder? A little? A lot? The left side of his sweatshirt was looking pretty red. As Spike was looking at the faces in the crowd, he noticed more of them turning to look and point in his direction. Until he realized they were pointing past him. "Oh crap... if he's back up, I'm in trouble..."

Spike turned back towards the foreman, not sure if he could continue to fight. But it wasn't the foreman that the group of loggers had been pointing at.

"Shempa?!?"
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The group of loggers that had started to crowd Spike and the Foreman were suddenly surprised by something from behind. The two guards that had been following Spike left in the middle of his fight, returning to the Rainbow Tribe. They quickly informed the council of the situation the young man had found himself in. Upon hearing about this Shempa had decided action needed to be taken, and it had to be fast. A group of tribesmen came rushing out from the woods, spears and swords in hands. They quickly gathered the loggers, forcing them into a large circle away from any tools or weapons. From the shadows of the woods Gorshu came flying out like a bullet, stopping right in front of the Foreman while holding a spear to his neck. "No sudden movements you bastard!" Gorshu said in a serious tone while tightening the grip around his spear. His eyes moved away from the Foreman and towards Spike as a smirk appeared. "I gotta admit outsider, you did better than I expected." While Gorshu was complimenting Spike Omacha had come out of the woods alongside Shempa. "Honestly Gorshu", Omacha said in a calm voice while looking at Spike. "The compliments can wait for later. Someone examine Spike's wounds please!" As soon as Omacha finished speaking two of the tribesmen ran over to Spike. They quickly took a look at his wound and begun using herbal medicine to heal it before stitching him up.

While Spike was taken care of Gorshu and Omacha looked down at the Foreman and then towards the loggers. "What should we do with these people?" Gorshu said to the other councilman while making sure the Foreman didn't go anywhere. "That is not up to us." Omacha said while rubbing his chin. "Shempa? What do you think we should do about these loggers?" The two men looked right behind them for the villager elder, but he was not there. Instead Shempa was standing in front of the gathered loggers, his sight entirely focused on Johnny-boy. "I must say young man", Shempa said while squinting his eyes. "That is easily the most impressive curl I have ever seen in my life!" Gorshu and Omacha both fell over backwards from shock. Omacha was quick to get to his feet, running over to smack Shempa in the head. "WILL YOU FOCUS ON THE TASK AT HAND?!?" After getting smacked Shempa simply chuckled while he looked at Omacha. "So impatient Omacha, your turning into quite the grumpy old man." A group of tribesmen had to hold Omacha back while Shempa cheerfully walked over to Spike. "I'm sorry you had to be harmed Spike." He said while looking at his injury from the fight. "I'm sorry any of this had to resort to violence." Placing a hand on Spike's good shoulder the village elder gave him a nod and warm smile. "Even so, I'm glad you were able to help us. Had you not been involved we would have never gained the opportunity to storm the logging camp like this."

While Shempa continued to compliment Spike Gorshu had chimed in. "Shempa! What should we do with the loggers? Their leader is right here." Shempa raised a finger up to Spike, asking him to wait a moment as he walked over. Once he was standing by the Foreman Shempa squinted his eyes. "My word...this man looks exactly like you Gorshu!" A huge sweatdrop hovered over Gorshu before he grabbed Shempa at the top of his head and lowered it to look at the Foreman. "Ohhh! My youthful eyes were distracted by how old your looking Gorshu, Grohoho!" Another group of Tribesmen were now holding back Gorshu as Shemp looked at the Foreman. He examined the man while Gorshu kept the spear close to his neck. After a few sniffs Shempa had to take a step backwards. "My word! I think this man was so scared of Spike he soiled himself!" The elder said while waving his hand in front of his face. "What should we do Shempa?" Gorshu said as he started to lower the spear. In a surprising sign of agility Shempa grabbed Gorshu's spear and stopped him. "No, theres no need for that Gorshu. Spike has done enough work to help us stop their destruction." Turning around to look at the Loggers and then at Spike. "Have the men destroy all this equipment, and then make sure everyone is escorted back to their ships and off the island." Looking over at the loggers, especially Johnny-boy Shempa smiled warmly. "No one is to harm the loggers. So long as none of them try to fight back no one will be harmed." Gorshu did not like the decision, but he always respected the word of the Village Elder. Bending down he lifted up the foreman and kept the spear close to his throat. "What about this one? He was the one responsible for all this." Shempa looked at the Foreman before shaking his head. "Have him tied up and put him onto their ship. That way he will not be a problem for us. His crew can decide what to do with him after they are at sea." Shempa began to walk over to spike, waving over Omacha in the process. "Have a messenger reach the other tribes. We elders must soon speak about tightening our security around the island." Omacha nodded as he stepped away from Shempa and began to speak to a group of tribesmen. Stopping in front of Spike a huge smile came to Shempa's face. "Let us return to the village. We can have your wounds treated better there. Besides, I think you've heard some rest young man."
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Spike watched in amazement as the Rainbow Light tribe jumped into action. Things happened so quickly he barely had time to process it all. Or maybe he was just feeling woozy from the amount of blood that had poured from his shoulder. When Gorshu complimented him, all Spike could do was manage a weak smile, but it was genuine. Shortly after that, Spike was being attended to by two members of the tribe. He watched them pull various herbs and roots from pouches they wore and they began applying them to the wound on Spike's left shoulder. He perked up immediately as they began mixing a healing compound together from various plants. "Is that Heimdall root? And Madrillia? I never thought to combine the two before... Ahh, that feels better all ready." Spike relaxed as the salve applied to his shoulder began to take effect, numbing the pain in his shoulder.

He watched in fascination as Shempa worked his magic as the village elder, simultaneously taking charge and acting like a complete buffoon. Soon Shempa was talking to Spike, extending his gratitude for what he had accomplished. "There's nothing for you to be sorry about Shempa, I tried to resolve this conflict peacefully, but that guy wasn't having it." Spike pointed at the foreman, still looking fairly dazed from the effect of the Stinkberries. "So instead, I had to take care of things the hard way. I am glad that you showed up when you did though, I think I've about used up all the fight I have in me for now." Spike looked on as Shempa continued to issue orders to the tribe, rounding up the loggers, having their equipment destroyed, tying up the foreman, sending them all back to their ships. He smiled at Johny-Boy and walked over to the big, simple, second-in-command. "I'm glad to have met you Johny-Boy, you're a good man. Take care of yourself, and keep doing what your mama always told you to do. I hope we meet again some day." He shook Johny-Boy's hand, his eyes meeting with Johny-Boy's one minute, then shifting to that hypnotic curl, where they stayed, transfixed, until the handshake broke and the men parted ways.

Soon enough, Shempa had finished setting the tribesmen to task and was speaking to Spike once more, offering Spike to return to the village. Spike beamed a smile at Shempa. "That sounds like a great idea. Now that the forest, the village, and the sacred grove are safe from the loggers, maybe we can talk about me sticking around for a while. I still feel like there's a lot I can learn from you and your people. I'm very interested in those Glowshrooms you showed me. But first, I think we should have some tea. I love tea, there are so many different ways you can make it. So many herbs, so many options. I love trying new combinations. Wasn't that last batch of tea just great?" Spike headed back to the village with Shempa and the rest of the tribe, yammering on about tea and herbs and plant life and different gardening techniques the entire time.

They arrived back at the Rainbow Light village to a heroes' welcome. The entire village knew what had happened, how this outsider had stepped up to save everything they held dear without a care for his own safety or well being. The smell of cooking food made Spike's mouth water, as scents drifted up from cooking spits all over the village. A feast was being prepared! Spike looked at Shempa, a big smile appearing on his face. "Looks like there's going to be a bit of a celebration tonight! Hoohoohoo! I can't wait! I hope there's fruit! And grilled veggies! And tea! Lots of tea!"
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"Mmm! This food is great!" Spike exclaimed in between mouthfuls of fruits and vegetables and meat. The tribe had gone all out to celebrate the outsider who had stood up to the loggers. In fact, it seemed as if most of the tribes on the island were in attendance, as the messengers that Shempa had sent with news of the loggers defeat had all come back with representatives from the other tribes. Spike paid them no mind as he enjoyed himself at the feast being held in his honor. The celebrations continued late into the night, and Spike enjoyed himself and the company of the tribe quite thoroughly. Everyone wanted to hear the story of how he bested the foreman, and he was in such a good mood that he was more than happy to tell the tale every time he was asked. The children seemed especially interested when he mentioned the Stinkberries.

At one point in the evening, Spike found himself at the edge of the village, chased by a group of children around him, asking again about the Stinkberries. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a handful of the innocent-looking berries. "Hold out your hands, kids!" He said to the small group. as they had been especially persistent in asking him about the berries. He placed a single Stinkberry in the palm of each of the 5 children that had gathered around him, while holding one himself, between his thumb and forefinger. "Now, we'll all eat 'em together. They're not gross. Remember, chew with your mouth closed! One, Two, Three!" All the kids popped the berries into their mouths and chewed them up, as Spike smiled a mischievous little grin and did the same. Then he pulled another single Stinkberry out of his pocket and threw it on the ground. "Eww, gross! That smells like farts, but worse!" The kids shrieked and giggled and ran away, back into the chaos of the celebration. "Hoohoohoo! That was only one, kids! The foreman got a handful!" Spike shouted, laughing as they ran away.

"Ahh, the fiery spirit of youth..." Spike smiled as he turned to the owner of the voice that had just spoken. "Shempa, how was your meeting with the elders of the other tribes?" Spike asked the young-spirited leader of the Rainbow Light tribe. "Oh, mostly boring, I assure you. More importantly, why are you over here instead of enjoying the festivities?" Shempa asked, coming closer to Spike while avoiding the area most recently Stinkberried. "Oh, I've been enjoying the party, I just thought it would be funny to show those children what they had been asking about. I thought right, it was funny." Spike replied, as he and Shempa began walking back towards the center of the village and the noise of the evening. "I have a gift for you. And a request. So I guess it's less of a gift and more of a bribe..." Spike reached into yet another pocket in his shorts and pulled a small clear cylinder out. He handed it to Shempa, explaining the contents. "These are seeds of the Stinkberry plant. I want the tribe to have them. Today might have gone a lot differently if it weren't for this plant." Shempa smiled at Spike with a curious look on his face as he took the seeds from him. "And your request?" Spike stopped walking as he turned to look at Shempa, his face serious and a little embarrassed. "Well, I want the same thing I wanted when I first came here... I want to stay, and learn from you all."

Shempa was silent for a moment as he turned and regarded Spike. His youthful spirit burning behind eyes that had seen more days than any other member of the tribe. A smile slowly formed on his face as he burst out laughing. "Grohoho! You silly boy! Of course you can stay! After what you did today, did you really think we were going to send you off? Now go! Get back to that party and enjoy yourself, don't you know it's rude to leave a party thrown in your honor?" Spike smiled and hugged the old man, then ran laughing all the way back to the noise and festivities and glowing fungal lights in the center of the village.

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Spike remained on Toroa for a long time, drinking tea with Shempa, hunting with Gorshu and Jombo, trading gardening tips with Omacha, who turned out to be quite knowledgeable in that area, and getting to know everyone in the Rainbow Light tribe. In time, he was allowed access to the sacred Glowshroom grove, and began culturing Glowshroom spores of his own. To repay the kindness the tribes showed him, Spike would often volunteer himself as an emissary whenever a ship was spotted coming near the island. If the ship was carrying goods that couldn't be found on the island, Spike would purchase them as a treat for the Rainbow Light people. People that Spike was beginning to think of as family. A new family, living a different way of life on his new home, Toroa. Life carried on that way for a long time for Spike, until a fateful day when a certain ship landed on the shores of Toroa, and set events into motion that would take Spike away from the land he had grown to love. But that's another story, for another time.
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