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| The Semi-Canon Santamas Tree!; Gifts for everyone! | |
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| ♠ Hainen | Dec 25 2009, 01:59 PM Post #16 |
No Fucking Way
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Stalking the shadows with boundless grace Without any discernable purpose Jeanne had a grim look on her face as she hid behind the christmas rose In her hand a knife, the new Swiss I'm not really sure where I'm going with this Nevertheless, there she was Watching the joyfoul ongoings around Security was quite full of flaws And even then, she made no sound She was a killer for god's sake Not counting, of course, that time with the cake She hated it all, loud and bright Holidays all seemed like such a hassle Though she, herself, was quite a sight That dress made her really dazzle Where did her clothes go, she did not know Luckily she found this dress in the snow Jeanne mustered her courage; Took a deep breath and walked then out towards the tree She usually dealt only in death Today, she'd like a nice cup of tea She ought to be human somewhere inside Something she always tried her best to hide Her target resided right by the tree And she was all business as always The blade was concealed right by her knee As she moved into the critical phase Lying right there, not knowing its fate This was too easy, like served on a plate Hand on her knife, she now went to work The blade rose in a climactic fashion On her face a smile; a hint of a smirk It cut through the bow and paper with passion For once there was no trouble brewing What did you think she was doing? She opened the box, taking great care Not to shake or hurt what's inside Her blue eyes concealed a tear She'd never admit it if you tried Jeanne peeked inside, in silent bliss I want to see you guys editing this And there inside was a present so grand That only a true friend could possibly give Within the box lay a fresh severed hand And in this dead hand was a marvelous shiv Made of blackened iron, sleek and well balanced This deadly new weapon had Jeanne entranced She took into her grasp this wonderous blade And held the dark edge right up to the light Not a glint of reflection the black razor made No victim would ever see it in the night Jeanne knew well then that somebody cared For never again would her quarry be spared [OOC = Jeanne's received a Ryo Wazamono quality dagger. The blade is half an inch thick at it's base, the handle and blade all a single piece of metal. The handle is thin, round, and wrapped in thin, supple black leather. The weapon as a special quality; in any form of shadow or less than full lighting, the weapon is virtually invisible.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 26 2009, 01:49 AM.
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Bella Cherin • N/A • Fool • Threat: 0 • SD: 15 • Beli: 6,950,000 • L: Bausyer Island Jeanne C. L. Hawes • Assassin • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD: 102 • Beli: 14,650,000 • L: North Blue, Torino Island | |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Dec 25 2009, 02:31 PM Post #17 |
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Nemo stood outside in the snow. Looking in on the celebration and every one having fun. Noticing that both marines, pirates, as well as bounty hunter were all getting along, so he then went to the door and looked behind him noticing the two people shivering outside. I go inside and go up to the drink table and grab a hot cider, and then ask some one at the table, “could I grab two hot coffees for the two people outside.” He then takes the two coffees outside, and hands them to the two people and says, “Marry Christmas.” Then turns around and goes back inside. Heading back to the table he grabs a cookie, and a refill on his cider. Then looks up at the tree in all its glory and says, ”That would be fun to climb.” as he laughs, “But I better not I might cause a commotion.” He then looks around and spots a good spot to sit, as he goes to the fire place and looks into the fire dancing around on the burning logs. As he says to himself, “Damn I wish I had my fiddle here right now, and of coarse Kiri that girl would have loved this place.” As a tear then fell onto his cheek, as he then takes a bite out of the cookie, and a swig of the cider. He then gets up and just shakes his head. He then headed over to the tree and sat down on one of the couch in front of it. As he looked around at a boxes on the floor, He then noticed funny a box wrapped in colorful paper, with smiling jesters on it. noticing a card on it saying Juusan Nemo, he then looks around in wonder and quietly asks himself, “How did anyone know I was here?” he then reached down to pick the box and picks it up, and opened it. as he looked inside his eyes widened with surprise as he saw. No sooner had Nemo headed back inside than a snow goblin burst from a snowdrift, snickering in wicked glee. He rushed over to Raven and Kilika, knocking the warm, delicious beverages from their hand as their raised them to their lips, cackling his devilish cold cackle as their stared in dismay at the steaming brown stains in the snow. Howling a deep, throaty "Gooba Gobba! Gooba Gobba!" into the cold winter air (as snow goblins always do), the heart-freezing cry blending with the chill blizzard winds that whipped around the two failures who huddled together in the cold, the snow goblin pranced merrily off into the frigid white, seeking more failures to torment. Meanwhile, inside, Nemo was opening his gift. Inside was a pair of incredibly well-crafted swimming flippers, just his size. There was a note attached to the inside lid of the box: Juusan, Just wanted you to know that the guys back home haven't forgotten you. Hope you haven't forgotten us! Love, Conomi Islanders P.S. - This is your mother. Try not to get into too much trouble with those crazy pranks of yours! I love you, stay safe! P.P.S - Write home soon! [OOC= The flippers are made out of seaking leather. They're incredibly durable, and this particular pair of of excellent craftsmanship. It offers almost no resistance on the downstroke and maximum resistance on the up; overall, you swim about twice as fast with them as without. Additionally and most importantly, because of their composition, most medium-sized sea predators (up to and including small sharks) will avoid you while you wear them.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 29 2009, 07:33 AM.
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| Yama | Dec 25 2009, 03:03 PM Post #18 |
Oprp is fun
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Yama waited in the cue looking back at his rusty claymore...it was a long walk to get here and his weapon had been damaged by the forces of nature. Yama sighed slowly as he eventually reached the front of the cue to go into the massive oak tree everyone had been talking about..slowly going inside...he saw...it...food....FREE FOOD! Yama's eyes widened...his tummy grumbled...and roared like a creaking earthquake as he began to run down to a cart quickly grabbing as much food as he could possibly hold in his grubby hands. He shouved some down the back of his breastplate...but it was soft smudging against his clothing decorating it with its sweet sugary cream...He then downed an entire cup of hot coa coa...scalding his tongue terribly jumping back and dropping the cup looking around slowly. He then saw Tony in the distance...He slowly grasped the hilt of his blade slowly ready to pounce on his sworn enemy...for round number 2! "...here you are Yama...such a strong strapping lad..." He turned his head slowly to see a lovely old women with a parcel in hand...he blushed slowly in embaressment as he took the parcel slowly nodding...it meant thank you...he wasnt much for words... It was big and long...who is this person giving free gifts and food? Yama would never know...all he knew is some people had turkey's in their fridge on christmas...he slowly began to unwrap his gift. Yama found, as he unwrapped the long package, that it only opens at one end. Opening the far end, he peeked inside to see what his present would be. Something long and red rushed out at him, and suddenly the world went very dark. And wet, and smelly. He stroked his slime-covered chin for a moment before realizing that his head was inside the mouth of a rather larget snake. After passing out from lack of oxygen, waking up, passing back out from still-lack of oxygen, waking back up, passing back-back out from still-still lack of oxygen, and waking back up, Yama found himself still at the party, hanging out the back end of a large red python, covered in what could only be the digested remains of everything besides him that the snake had eaten recently. Fortunately for him, Yama guessed, all of the baked goods he had crammed down his armor had given the serpent the runs, and resultantly it hadn't had enough time to digest him. Pulling himself the rest of the way out of the animal, Yama brushed himself off and stared at his fat, slithering present. The snake was surprisingly short for it's girth; 5 feet long, but easily a foot wide at the center. It was mostly red except for a white rattler at the end of it's tail, a white patch of scales on it's head, and it's jaw and a portion of it's neck being white. There was a single black band of scales around the widest part of it's midsection. Yama thus deduced that it was a Santa Python, which made it all the more vexing to explain why christmas cookies gave it indigestion. Lifting up his arm and smelling the funk that had collected beneath the pedopirate correctly deduced that it was himself and not the cookies that had triggered the life-saving poop spree. Realizing that it was the snake or nothing, Yama collected his present and went to chat up that gorgeous old dame that had given him the box. [OOC= You get a snake. It's big, fat, ornery, and will attempt to eat you at least once a day. Otherwise, it functions as an animal NPC gained through the Beast Handler trait (you do not gain any other benefits of the trait).] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 29 2009, 07:46 AM.
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Glorified Yama inbox Muzashi Kuroda Kuroda Illustrations. Spoiler: click to toggle Black Betty II Kuroda Captain/Clown/Okama • Chef • Brofist • Bounty: 111'500'000 • SD Earned: 612(512) • Location: Water 7 Spoiler: click to toggle | |
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| DeT | Dec 25 2009, 03:33 PM Post #19 |
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The holiday spirit befell the world and even warmed the hearts of the most hardened of warriors for the most part. The Drop-kicking shrimp fishman who took out the young little orphan after receiving his present wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world at the moment, but that was okay. Because the poor kid was gonna get a performance from the happiest prince in the world! Howard the Lemur, who gladly(read: begrudgingly forced) went over and started to try to cheer the kid up as a favor to Basil(read again: forced). It was the holidays after all and everyone needed to have fun at one point or another. Basil was glad he could help cheer some of the orphans up through the means of Howard though. It helped that if he that the disembodied voice was going to do this he could have brought in new clothes for the children, but that was okay. He stood there watching Howard's performance sipping on the eggnog he had and holding the purple and yellow present box he received. "I wonder what I got." said Basil as he finished off the eggnog and discretely slipping it onto the tray of empty glasses one of the helpers were walking around with as he began to tear into the box. Inside the box there was another, smaller wooden box. This opened to reveal three wooden racks, each with a set of 7 vials. As the box opened a string on each side, hung between the lid and base of the box, lifted the three racks up, so that each was an inch up from the row before it. There was a small metal latch on each side to keep the top open and thus maintain the tiering of the wooden racks. The two front rows of vials were empty; the back 7 each held a brightly coloured powder in it, each one corresponding to one of the colours of the rainbow. When the box's top was opened, so sprung open a small drawer at the base of the box; inside were glass pipettes, stirrers, tiny metal measuring spoons, tiny strips of white cloth, and all manner of other minute tools. Basil could feel his heart jump in his chest as he realized what he was staring at: an antique Vertuglia Bersaccio dye kit. The richest, deepest, most true pigments in the world; the most precise, delicate tools for mixing; the most pure untainted white silks for testing. With this kit, he could manufacture any color that man could dream of, and create batches of dye so vibrant and pure that no king's tailor could ever match! [OOC= This stuff, as Basil realized, lets you create the best dye imaginable. Anyone wearing clothes made with this dye will look so sharp, so stunning, that it will affect the moods of those who see it. Each pigment has an emotion that it coresponds to: Red - Love Orange - Passion Yellow - Friendship Green - Lust Blue - Admiration Indigo - Trust Purple - Respect By carefully blending these pigments, Basil can make "mood suits" that set the reaction of others to the wearer. The reaction is a blend of the different pigments used in making the garment, directly proportionate to the amount used. This affects diplomatic RP interactions and has no effect on combat except to determine whether or not it occurs.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 29 2009, 08:03 AM.
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Basil Jackamo Crysanthos • Doctor • Fashion Designer • No Crew • Threat: 10 • SD Earned: 46 • Beli: 32,680,000.00 • Location: Route 1 | |
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| geomease | Dec 25 2009, 04:02 PM Post #20 |
Fabulous
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Maria leaned against the wall yawning, the festive environment was certainly enjoyable, however Christmas was always a sad year for her. It was a time when families come together to be with one another, however this just served as one more reminder that she had no family left. The father of her child long since gone, her only son killed so long ago, and the rest of her family was either dead or indifferent to one another. She let out a tired sigh as she walked over to the table for the refreshments. At least the Egg nog was good. Taking a few sips she walked over to the christmas tree and examined the large number of presents about. certainly it'd take quite a bit of effort to organize all this, certainly there couldn't be a gift for her in all this, could there? "Humph, the holidays are a waste anyway." She grumbled taking another sip of her nog and walking away, however almost as if on que she tripped over a small box, stumbling a bit before regaining her composure. Picking it up she noticed it had her name on it. Curious, who could have possibly gotten her anything, who could have even remembered her? tearing open the package she eagerlywaiated to see what was in store for her. The box was very long, and she had to pull it open from one end. From the open end slid a pair of long, shining black leather objects; they were sheathes. The quality of the hardened leather was clearly extremely high, and they had dark silver caps at their tips, as well as visible ring of the dark silver that makes up the inside edge of the sheathe at the opening. Both were sized perfectly for her two Katana. A few inches down on one of the sheathes was a piece of red cloth, tied firmly to a specially placed indentation. As Maria stared at the strip memories flooded back to her; it was a piece of the shirt her son wore on the last day they had been together. The other had a keepsake too; at the same position down the length a golden chain was tightly coiled, a small circle locket containing a picture of her with her son, a keepsake she had lost even before the boy died. Down the side of thew twin sheathes each were words in red, giving them a color scheme to match her sword. On one was the word "Never" and the other "Forget". [OOC= The sheathes are of exceptionally high quality, both sturdy and made for ease of release. Any movement taken after an iai attack is made with a sword in either sheathe is considered to be at +5 speed. This bonus is only applied to the first movement made after the Iai attack, and only done in the same post as the attack. Additionally, if Maria is on the brink of passing out in combat, she can draw strength from the memory of her son by looking at the locket and saying "never forget". This will give her one more post before she goes unconscious with a +5 bonus to strength for any attack made. This may only be done once per SL.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 30 2009, 03:58 PM.
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| Zyphe | Dec 25 2009, 05:22 PM Post #21 |
Beep Beep Jeep
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Zyphe lay comfortably spread out on a dark green couch, much like the color of the evergreen tree he was staring at now. "Yoho and a bottle of rum..." He whispered to himself with a grin as he took another sip of spiked eggnog. "...or rather, yoho and a bottle of eggnog!" He exclaimed this for all to hear, laughing hysterically while chugging the rest of his alcoholic beverage. "Oh Ladies, I need a quick refill over here!" One of the older women dressed in festive clothing immediately glided over to aid the loud pirate. "Why thank you Miss, although I may need you to stay just a moment longer." He told her jokingly, tipping his drink in her direction before downing it once more and holding it back out. Amazingly, the woman did not give a scowl as most would, but instead simply refilled his drink, smiled, then glided off just as she had came. "This my kinda place." He began chuckling quietly to himself again, sipping his eggnog more slowly this time. Zyphe could tell he was getting a bit tipsy, but was that such a bad thing? It would be rude not to be drunk at such an amazing party! The green-eyed man went back to gazing at the beautiful evergreen, marveling at the decorations and lights. "I hope everyone else is having a good time." He couldn't help but feel a bit lonesome away from his crew, but they all needed their alone time on this wondrous evening, so he assumed they were all having their own fun. His gaze lowered from the tip of the tree all the way to the bottom, where his eyes locked on a single gift. There were plenty of gifts around it, but this particular box seemed to be calling out to him. In a split second, Zyphe was off the couch and already hovering over the nicely wrapped present. The pirate stopped for a moment, surprised at his own speed as he tried to regain his balance. "Woah, I really must be drunk!" He exclaimed gleefully, letting out a hearty guffaw. "Now let's see what we've got here..." He began to more thoroughly inspect the present. It had green gift-wrapping with a teal bow on top, which was weird since teal is definitely not a Christmas color. Zyphe looked down at the color of his own vest before he realized they were the same color, and underneath the oddly colored bow was a card that had a name on it; Daimler G. Zyphe. It had been a while since the last time he had seen his name written out in its entirety, so it gave him quite a surprise when he saw it. "Well, it's definitely mine. I hope I got something cool!" His hands shook with anticipation as he pulled at the bow, the box's sides falling to reveal his present. "That's freakin' awesome!" Inside the box was a pair of extremely durable looking goggles. Goggles The goggle's lenses were completely clear, and there were small white markings around the lenses on both sides. Additionally, under the goggles, was a small figurine of his mentor, Wilmhelm, smiling broadly and giving a thumbs up. It's head was oversized and bobbled whenever it was moved; for some reason, it had a pad of sticky gel on it's base. Finally, there was a note.Zyphe, Make sure that you always keep your eyes on the road. In travel, in battle, and in life: don't let anything district you or blind your vision. Wilhelm ~ [OOC= On messing around with the goggles, Zyphe discovers that the properties of the lenses can be adjusted in a variety of useful ways by turning the gradiated rings around the lenses: darkness, magnification, and color could all be changed. Additionally, a button on the side will allow them to project two bright beams of light ahead of him to aid in driving at night. The bobblehead can be stuck securely to the back of your shoulder when you drive around. Every car worth having has a bobblehead on the dashboard.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 30 2009, 06:06 PM.
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| Drifter | Dec 25 2009, 05:45 PM Post #22 |
Hail Hydrift
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Allen grinned as he watched the people in the room starting to open their respective gifts under the very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, (*gasp) very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very! large Christmas tree. The Carpenter's smile never left him as he sipped his mug of cold milk as he watched the activities. A while later, he noticed a few little kids outside the window looking in, their clothes slightly worn and ragged. Without even talking to it about anyone, he got a few glasses of warm cocoa, before walking out to them, handing them the cocoa, as he led them back inside to join in the festivities. Soon the once cold youth were filled with warmth and good food as they ate and frolicked among the various people there. After a while, everyone had started to open their presents that they had found under the very, very, very (*Chuck Norris kicks narrator*) enormous Christmas tree in the center of the room. Each of the kids that Allen had gotten to join had found a gift, and were opening it to find their dream gifts. One of them, a small girl around the age of seven, started walking towards Allen, giggling with each step. "Something wrong?" Allen asked, as his reply was another heap load of giggles. Once the girl had stopped giggling, he found out that the gift she had been holding was his own: Marked for Mr. 'Allen' Sai, as was written on a small piece of wood that reminded Allen of his old deceased mentor. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Allun," the girl giggled, kissing Allen on the cheek before going back to her friends to play with their gifts. Allen smiled, before slowing starting to unwrap his gift. As he opened it, in it contained... Ripping the paper off of the oddly shaped gift quickly revealed the reason for the box's weight: the entire parcel was made of wood, nailed closed, with a small, rusted, well-used clawhammer on top. On top of whatever the gift inside was to be, Allen was also given the joy of doing a little work as well. After prying open the box, Allen was treated to his present; a set of black boots, stylish, dressy, and similar to his black shoes. The tips had each had a steel plate, polished and dark, neatly fit over the toes. Folded atop them was a pair of black work gloves, perfectly fit to his hands, their material thin yet sturdy, allowing a full range of motion while offering solid protection. On the backs of these were metal plates of the same dark, polished steel as the toes of his new boots. When all the gifts had been removed, a message was visible on the bottom of the small crate, neatly burned into the wood in the handwriting of his old master. Allen, I leave this world with only one regret; that I could not see you finish growing. You've got a lot of work left, but I'll die with the certainty that you're good for it. Let your mind carve your path, your body carve your destiny, and your spirit carve your mind and body. Let us not meet for a long, long time. I pass to you today the weapons of my youth, refurbished by my own hand. Take with it my name; pay me back with each hammerstrike you land. Ever your mentor, Stone [OOC= The gloves and boots will not only add some extra punch to your blows, but will also allow you to directly strike weapons and armor with much less risk of harming yourself. Additionally, you may now bear the nickname "'Stone' Allen Sai", as the sight of the old master's weapons will be recognized and respected by craftsmen the world over. This will also get you a discount on materials for ship repairs and upgrades.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 01:59 AM.
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| Juroko | Dec 25 2009, 07:14 PM Post #23 |
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*Sllluuuuuuuurp* "Ahhhh, that hits the spot." Kammy sighed as she relaxed in a rather large chair as she sipped from a equally large jug of egg nog(with a bit of brandy to give it a manly kick) as she rubbed Zig who laid his head on her lap. There was nothing manlier than Holiday time. Going to great feats to impress friends and family with gifts, chopping down a giant tree, then getting on top of said giant tree to try and get that star on top that just doesn't want to stay there. After that, a bunch of people come over, have drinks, play games, and show off their loot. Not only that, but red and green objects everywhere! It obviously related to BURNING PASSION and Cabbages. Yup, nothing manlier. Plus legend talks about this old man, who somehow manages to get into every house in the world in the span of one night on a sled of flying reindeer. How one man can handle so many beasts, survive harsh cold winds and enter armed strong holds was beyond her, but he was obviously a manly man. As Kammy looked at the large tree, she smiled and relaxed with a drunken Zig(he seemed to have had some catnip wine when she wasn't looking. What drunken horn... cat.) and took another swig from her jug. As she watched everyone enjoy their gifts, Kammy noticed Zig poking something. It was a rather simple box covered in a nice strong parchment. It wasn't fancy, but something that was practical and sturdy. A nice gift for the swordswoman. Picking it up, she noticed a tag made from the same parchment with her name on it. And the name of her family from Greensland. Smiling softly at the care package, she unwrapped the gift calmly. Making sure not to wreck the effort her family put into it. At the very top of the box, covering the contents, is a brief handwritten note. Kammy, We got your bounty poster in a few weeks back. It's good to see your spirit is still burning just as hot! Don't stop for even a second, and know that all of us here will always be rootin' for you, no matter what! This year's crop came in fine, though we had some trouble with the early harvest on account of those thugs we got workin for us now. Beat some good sense into 'em and got things fixed up right quick though. Anyways, its not a lot but it's what we gots and we trust you'll like it. With Burning-Hot Love, The Guys Beneath the note was a great big jug of the farm's best pickled cabbage, as well as a bottle of fine sake. There was a smaller cloth-wrapped package beneath it containing a sword polish kit. Finally, hand-stitched from top-quality leathers and linens was a sword belt, a dark red-brown color. It had a waist strap and a bandelerio strap, both meeting at the left side. Between the loops on the sides and back, there were enough places to hold five swords. It had been designed with a clear knowledge of Kammy's style and proportions, and emblazoned in black kanji across the chest strap "Live - Fight - Never Die". [OOC= The cabbage is very delicious and boosts your morale; there is enough there to eat at 10 meals. The sword polish kit will keep your swords in peak condition for a long time. Finally, the swordbelt is so perfectly designed for Kammy that while wearing it, she may draw and resheath any sword, regardless of it's location, without even looking or hesitating. For all practical purposes, you may switch between swords while fighting in a fraction of a second, as quickly as you would make a simple swing.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 02:14 AM.
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Kammy Kaminata • First Mate • Weapon Specialist(swords)/Cook • Iron Rose Pirates • Bounty: 18,000,000 • SD Earned: 105 • Beli: 37,450,000• Location: Moving Vel Osso • None • Blacksmith/Weapon Specialist(spear) • [url=insert crew URL here]No crew yet.[/url] • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli:500 000 • L: Louge Town; East Blue.[/center] | |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Dec 25 2009, 09:37 PM Post #24 |
Oh Noes!
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Kaito rested over one off the comfortable couches around the huge ornamented evergreen, his eyes fixed on the shiny decorations scattered around the tree. His mind was out, filled with thoughts, marine related ones of course. Even though it was Christmas, the Headquarters didn't give him rest and so, sent him to mission, one that would require bravery, a little bit of secrecy and a lot of concentration. In order to accomplish all that, he traveled alone, leaving his division somewhere else, and wore civilian clothes to blend with the people that like him, tried to enjoy the holiday. Those foolish pirates, yes he knew well some of them, didn't know what was coming for them one day, however this wasn't the day he would catch them all, he had other mission, he had to leave them alone and focus on the task ahead. His assignment was, like said before, tough and consisted on the retrieval of something valuable, an important item that was somewhere idem within the great pile of presents. The briefing explicitly talked about a package with blue doted wrapping paper and a reddish ribbon on top of it. Once located, he would open it and enjoy it until he had enough, those were his orders. With a confident look to the pile, he got up and prepared himself for the situation he had on hands. "You can't escape Justice!" Like a mad man, Kaito jumped into the agglomerate of presents, crushing and smashing some of them with his landing. Using his arm to pull out the gifts from his way, he searched for his goal, committed to finish the mission no matter what. After several minutes and with his body now covered in sweat, the Lieutenant finally put his eye on the targeted item, quickly crawling towards it once he made visual contact. Upon reaching it, he drawn his rapier and with a swift movement, he cut the wrapping paper, disclosing its content before his eyes. "Mission Accomplished!" Inside the cardboard box was an extremely familiar manilla folder: he had received his mission orders. Marine Base N-9 Issuing Officer: Commodore Vertigus Receiving Officer: Lieutenant Kaito Soldier, Your prowess and diligence has not gone unnoticed by your supervisors. Your discomfiture with the current situation is duly noted: a man of your skills is being underutilized in the Blue Seas. We formally request your presence in the Grand Line. Enclosed is the latest round of Bounty Posters for some dangerous rookie pirates that have recently crossed Reverse Mountain. You may select your quarry at will. Please report to Marine Base N-9 at your first opportunity. The Dog is finally going to get himself a bigger bone. Respectfully, Commodore Percival Vertigus Commander of the N-9 Second Attack Fleet Beneath the mission orders are several other items: the previously mentioned stack of bounties, an Eternal Pose to Base N-9, and an invoice for pickup from a blacksmith shop on an island nearby to your current station. [OOC=The first reward is essentially a promise for a "Reward SL" to be run by me as soon as you enter the Grand Line. Reward SLs will be risky, and may cause loss to character freedom or gear, as well as incapacitation for a set period of time. On the flip side, there is a larger SD reward, as well as badass swag. I noticed that you had simple struck out the old Heirloom Rapier from your character sheet, but I didn't know why. The fact that you hadn't deleted it outright made me think you might want it back, but may have plans for earning it or something. In any case, the invoice will allow you to pick up your weapon, freshly polished and whatnot, from any island you like. It'll also be upgraded to wazamono quality, with a sharper point and cutting edge, as well as a sturdier blade and better balance. It will, however, feel a little bit odd as you use it; nothing that effects combat, just some weird karma feeling of having done someone wrong in order to attain the weapon. Meany.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 02:58 AM.
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Jigsaw Pirates Division 5 Hunter Silverberg Dr. Von Wallenstein
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| Zyphe | Dec 25 2009, 09:46 PM Post #25 |
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Tank stood against the wall, looking around at all the colorful lights and flashy ornaments. He wanted to sit in one of the comfy-looking chairs or couches, but he feared that he might break it. "I wonder where Silver is..." Tank had been summoned here just like everyone else, but he had not seen his partner ever since he arrived. It made him feel a tad lonely, but he knew it would all be alright. With the massive cybernetic body that Silver had built for him, Tank rarely felt threatened. He did feel a bit antsy, however, with all the pirates around; it made him want to burn the entire place to the ground. The thought was immediately banished from his mind as realized what would happen to the beautiful sights before him. The tree would be burned, along with all the gifts, and no matter how much Tank hated pirates, he would never be able to do such a horrible thing. The temptation was still there as he looked around the room, watching pirates mingle and drinking alcohol. As if to draw his attention away from the pirates, he heard a ringing sound. His head turned to the right and glanced down at a silver bell that had fell on to the floor from one of the many tables. After slowly walking over to it on his stubby legs, he reached down and grabbed. It looked especially delicate as he held it up to his face with two of his massive fingers. Through his visor, Tank examined the tiny bell. "Maybe Silver would like this...because it's silver." He deducted quietly to himself with a dumb grin, then looked as he heard another ringing sound. Another silver bell had fallen to the ground, but this time it fell from the tree and on to a present. "Ooo, maybe Silver would like two of them." He added with a larger grin and began to quickly walk over to the present with the bell. He was about to pick it up, but the name on the box caught his eyes. It took him three or four times of reading it before he realized who the name belonged to. "Wallis Montgomery...that's my name!" It had been such a long time since he had seen or heard his full name, he had almost forgotten it! "That must mean..." The gears of his mind turned, trying to help him understand. "...it's my present!" He jumped with excitement, although he probably only got an inch or two off the ground. "I wonder what I got! I can't wait to show Silver!" With joyous eyes filled with merriment, he began to aggressively tear at the wrapping. As soon as he pulled the lid open, Tank's gift popped out and hit him in the face. A giant steel boxing glove attached to a very, very high tension spring slammed the giant in the noggin, his helmet doing little to prevent the assault from knocking him out cold. It was a while later when Tank woke up, resting on one of the soft couches in the big festive Christmas room (which surprisingly bore his weight with no difficulty). Attached to his chest was a note. Tank Man, I've been interested in Mr. Grey's work for some time now, and just had to get a look at you first hand. As a reward for your cooperation, I've made some modifications that you should enjoy. Have a merry Mechanicsmasday! Dr. Golian White Chief of Cyberbionics at Tuk-Tuk-Boing Research Institute The confused cyborg behemoth lifted his hand to scratch the top of his helmet in confusion. As he did, however, he noticed something odd; his arm was lighter, faster, more responsive than before. He flailed around his arms to check; it was true! Something had happened while he was dreaming about big metal fists that had changed his arms. Upon a quick inspection of his pocket, he found he still had the two silver bells. Oh joyous day! [OOC= William has undergone a special custom modification that will turn the stat bonus from his arms from strength into accuracy. They have been lightened, many internal components replaced with super-hard super-light carbonate materials. Additionally, he has discovered two small mini-canons installed onto his forearms. They load in clips of six large shells, the instructions for their assembly on the backside of the note. Finally, there's a bottle of "Dr. White's White Hot High Octane Nuclear Hot Sauce", a hot sauce capable of removing tough grease stains, removing skin, removing tongues, and hyper-powering Tank. While that sauce is in his tank, he'll function at +10 str and +10 speed. It will do a lot of damage to his internal workings, and he'll need some serious repairs afterwards, costing 100,000 beli.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 03:39 AM.
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| Drifter | Dec 25 2009, 10:09 PM Post #26 |
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Azriel sat alone in a corner, sipping his coffee silently. He had been given the night 'off,' which meant that he was to be on surveilance until he saw something going wrong and he'd be forced to act to it. He munched on a few gingerbread cookies while he stayed silent, watching a few kids starting to open presents. He thought back onto the first Christmas he could remember with his mom. That memory actually made him, dare I say it, smile, as he thought of it. Thinking about his mom always made him smile as he would view the good times that would happen to them as it happened. The Ensign was sooon interuppted by the loud noise of ripping, as he zoned back into the room as he watched people start opening thier gifts. Azriel then got a crazy thought. Could he have on- Nah, he couldn't. He was a Marine, and was postive that he wouldn't get a gift for being one. But it never hurts to check... The Ensign got up, taking his coffee with him, as he walked toward the tree and started glancing at the many presents beneath it. As he glanced at them, he froze as he saw one. It was Labeled: 'To Azriel, the Ensign.' The doubting Marine crouched down, setting down the coffee on the floor, before grabbing the gift quickly, as he started to take off the intriquet wrapping off of it, before he opened it completely, seeing what was inside. The package was an odd shaped one, jutting at several different places. It is very easy to see that the wrapped present consisted of more than one object. Upon tearing the wrapping up, Azriel would first see a flute. It was crafted very skilfully from polished wood, and decorated in black and navy blue colors painted beautifully in a harmony of colors. Attached to the flute was an envelope containing a letter. Dear Azriel, It has been years since I have last seen you. Imagine my surprise when I dropped in my favorite bar to learn of the tragedy that had befallen you and your parents. They were good people, you have my condolences. The flute was crafted for me by my late Master Wong, and was given to me when I have completed my training as a Master Musician. You might recgonize it as the flute that you used when I gave you a few lessons on playing the flute. The way you handled that flute was magnificent! The flute has served me well, and I hope it will do the same for you. When you play the flute, remember where you came from; remember your parents; remember me. Love, Jean LaFloot Jean LaFloot was a traveler musician that once visited Loguetown. During his stay, he frequents Azriel's parent's bar. He took a liking to Azriel and gave him lessons on playing the flute. His stay was brief enough however, that Azriel only learned one song. Upon inspecting the content of the envelope once more, Azriel notices a photograph slipped in it. The photograph shows a hairy and porky 50 year old man dressing in a very indecent manner sporting a suggestive pose. On the back of the photo was written in a very flowy handwriting, "Jean LaFloot" And a drawing of a heart beside it. It seemed like Azriel's flute playing wasn't the only thing Jean liked about him. The package was not yet empty. Clear in view was a gray scratching post, 5 feet tall and ripped in several places. Beside it was a jar filled with ashes. Another letter was attached to the jar, Dear Azriel, Remember Old Woman Lily and her grumpy cat Paws? You used to love playing with them when you were little. They finally died, at the same day nonetheless! Well, her will was for you to receive this scratching post and a jar mixed with both her and her cat's ashes. Go figure. Town Mayor [OOC: When Azriel plays the song that he had learned from Jean with the flute, it will remind him of home. The song will have an effect of "calming the beast" and will make Azriel more in control in his full Leopard and Hybrid mode if done a few hours after playing the song. This gives him +2 accuracy as long as the effect stays. The scratching post, old was it was, is a good scratching post. If Azriel scratches the post in his Hybird or Full form, it will sharpen his claws to the point that his attacks with them are more damaging. This lasts only for a few hours. Afterwards, the sharpness of the claws returns to its original. Edited by Vincent, Jan 1 2010, 06:03 PM.
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| SqwhirlGod | Dec 25 2009, 10:36 PM Post #27 |
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Firo sat at the table with a rather devilish grin as he moved most of the mistletoe in the building over his head and was waiting for girls to walk by. His flirtiest smile sat upon his face and his Devious plan sat in his mind as he waited for a beautiful girl to walk in, but so far there were only men. A couple guys that looked like girls, but he was confident they were men after examining them and realizing they had rippling muscle, a flat chest and buns of steel. Oh yeah this was a terrific christmas. His usual black suit and tie were replaced with a festive red suit and a white undershirt below it. His shoes were now pimped, pure white with a stylish red design at there base, around the laces and a large patch by the heel. Kicking that shoe salesmen outside the door till he gave him stuff was a pretty good idea, especially when it was christmas and you were holding up their store. It's amazing how fast people give in to go see their "family". He continued to bounce his left leg over his right and watch the room while he hurled random bits of food at onlooking people. He hit several children in the eye and simply watched them walk away crying "Mommy, i got Gravy in my eye!" while he snickered. He was obviously drunk off of egg nog, he obviously found the rum stash and went crazy, he also. His breath reeked of alcohol and his feet were sore from his previous chase and beat down of some guy in a red suit acting as a "saint" breaking into houses and leaving gifts. The fool didn't see his feet coming as he stole his close, which conveniently fit him just right. His entire Attire was stolen and he was looking for gloves to steal, that's when he saw little johnny at the window. He approached him with his same devlish grin and with all the power he could muster kicked the kid across the room into a wall. He then nonchalantly approached the boy's battered body and took a pair of gloves off the boy's small hands, giving him a perfect pair of hobo gloves with the fingers missing as his own popped through. He now wore a the fuzzy gloves with a smile as his red outfit was complete, with the boys white gloves. But then, being Firo, he managed to drop unconcious the moment he had completed his plan. Obviously his body wasn't meant to handle so much alcohol at his age, height and even his weight. He awoke in a a daze finding a gift on his chest. He picked it upi and stared at it, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming and then with a look around he say nothing out of place, except a group of people making out on his bench. He simply grumbled and open the gift to find a- A brilliant, radiant glow shone from the box as he lifted the lid, blinding his eyes with it's brilliance. When it subsided, he saw before him in all of it's glory his christmas gift: a box of [Adhesive Medical Strips]! "What the hell am I going to do with these?" Firo moaned in dissapointment. As if in answer, he saw a mob of angry parents and store owners surrounding him, along with a naked santa guy. Ten minutes and a beating to remember for the rest of his life later, Firo was tossed, in nothing but his boxers, out into the snow. The booze and bruises made him feel lousy, but the rapid onset of hypothermia gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. There, dying in the cold, he experienced the true christmas spirit. He began applying the [Adhesive Medical Strips] carefully to his worst wounds; how thoughtful that angry mob had been! About this time a crazy blue-skined four-armed green-eyed fishman in a labcoat ran past him, smekekekekekeing all the way, dropping one of the many presents he had stolen in his haste. The label read "To Angry Pete the Kneecap Breaking Expert Tracker". Firo assumed that was Latin for "Me". Tearing open the top of the box in hopes of finding a real present, Firo found a exquisitely made white and black wingtips (only the toe of the shoe is white), the soles slightly thicker than his last pair, a demure but fancy silver threadwork running up the insole. Having nothing else to wear, Firo put them on and began the treck home. Along the way a shivering, miserable, starving fishman grabbed on to his ankle, his grimy mits threatening to smudge up the pirate's new shoes. Snapping his wrist and bending his nose into a U-shape, Firo headed on home for the holidays. [OOC= These shoes are actually revolutionary works of technology, "Dancin' Shoes" with special inertia altering spring mechanisms in the soles. They're activated by clicking the heels together once. At this point, every push against the ground is met with a nearly-explosive response, allowing him to sprint faster and jump higher, as if his speed was 5 higher for these purposes. Two clicks in a row activates the second mode; the soles of the shoes increase the inertia of the foot. This causes kicks to push through with much more force, adding +5 to strength for any kick attacks made. Finally, three clicks in a row causes the shoes main function, the "Dance" mode to activate. The user will find themselves performing one of several pre-programed extremely hip dances all on their own, without any practice. Women tend to find these dances extremely seductive and will swoon after watching the man dance. All of these modes are cancelled by speaking the words "I've Got No Rythm". Boy does Firo have fun figuring that one out.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 05:00 AM.
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Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35 Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54 Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22 Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13 Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10 | |
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| Will | Dec 25 2009, 10:54 PM Post #28 |
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Shinji stood ontop of his chimney with a letter reading "Dear Santa". Though the letter was late, Shinji thought that maybe he would forgive him for being extra good this year but as he looked into the windows of others opening their gifts he thought is was a little late. "Maybe Santa doesn't give presents to pirates." Shinji thought as the winter snow started to bury his legs and his eyes started to fill with tears. Shinji looked up at the Christmas tree and began to smile. Though Shinji did not get what he wanted he was happy that he could gaze at such a beautiful sight. Shinji took one deep breath and yelled out, "I am Shinji Tsunami marksman extraordinaire and I don't need any help from Father Christmas to have the best Christmas ever!" With the Christmas spirit in the air, Shinji got out his tool box, went down stairs and decided to build himself a gift. Being a marksman, Shinji had no idea how to build things but he continued to work at it until the early hours of night but tired and exausted, Shinji fell asleep with a hammer in one hand and a dream in his head. Shinji awoke in the morning, his hand robbed of is hammer but replaced with a gift wrapped in red and green packaging. He read the card outload which said "To Shinji Tsunami Marksman Extraordinaire." Tearing away the paper and opening the gift, Shinji found inside the box what had to be one of the coolest looking water pistols he'd ever seen. It was much larger than his normal one, but still small enough to be hidden on his person. It had the overall shape of a small shotgun, but was made of translucent green plastic. The pump to the gun was made of clear plastic, with split into two chambers: one in the front half, and one in the back. The front half was loaded with a clear fluid, the back half with red. Pulling back the pump action, the young marksman could see the clear fluid race through the tubing of the gun, the handle of the gun filling up with water. Each draw pulled more of the water into the handle, each pump getting more difficult. Finally, he pulled the trigger. A small stream of water fired from the gun's barrel, shooting in a strait and accurate line clear across his basement into the wall. Messing around with the gun a bit, he found that turning a the valve used to load the chambers in the pump would let him switch between which substance was fired. [OOC= It's a badrear squirt gun. You can quickly switch between water and tobasco, and each pump fills the pressure chamber enough for three shots. When completely full, the gun holds 15 shots of each fluid. Additionally, the gun's range is much better than the last, being pump-action, and gives the Super Soaker techniques a 10 yard range.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 08:32 AM.
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| The Almighty J | Dec 25 2009, 11:06 PM Post #29 |
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Rin was in rare form that night, standing beneath the voluminous branches of the Christmas tree, helping hand out presents to the clamoring children. She wore a tiny smile on her face... she didn't mind being so friendly, as she was almost certain no Marines would be able to recognize her on that night. Her long pink hair was carefully pinned up in an elegant bun (she'd studied hairstyles for weeks to get it right), and she wore long emerald chinese-style dress with white fur trim. Thick black tights concealed her fins from the world and made it impossible to identify her as the only Mermaid in the marines. She tagged an older man's hand and stepped to one side as he took over for her, and wandered to one table. As Rin sipped some eggnog, she took the time to look around a bit. This room was amazing... she could spot several high ranking marines, a handful of famous bounty-hunters... Rin blinked, then shook her head. Surely there weren't a bunch of infamous pirates hanging around. That would just be ridiculous! She giggled to herself and took another sip of eggnog. "It's so warm...!" Her smile only broadened as someone started singing across the room, though the words sounded a bit off. Rin was about to join in, when the old man returned to her. "Ah...? It shouldn't be time to trade back yet... right...?" Her words trailed off as the man handed her a green-wrapped present with a neat tag on top. For Rin (The First One) Delicately unwrapping the gift, Rin could feel the box begin to shake as she began to open the lid. No sooner had she finished pulling off the top than had the box's contents sprung out at her. With swift reflexes, even in her inebriated state, the marine managed to drop the box, lean back, and intercept the offending present with her hands. Her assailant was warm, fuzzy, and wriggly. It started at her with two huge, ocean-blue eyes, it's navy blue nose sniffing at her like there was no tomorrow. As her wits caught up to her, she realized that she was holding an animal. It had a distinct feline facial structure, with two tiny fangs poking down over it's lower lip. It was covered from head to waist in light aqua fur, starting sapphire blue at it's tips and fading to white at the undercoat. It's front legs were thick and muscled, it's broad paws webbed between each toe. In place of hindlegs it had a fish's tail, a glossy seaweed green and covered in silky-fine scales. Up it's face and the front of it's arms, all the way down it's back, the critter's fur was covered in stripes the color of it's tail, sparce by it's face but growing broader and closer together until it all merged, gradually, into the tail. Down the underside of it's tail, by contrast, aqua stripes of the same color as its base fur ran, thicker at the waist and thin as it approached the tail's tip. The ridge fin itself was covered with delicate, intricate silver markings, much like a whale's. Something at the back of Rin's mind triggered; she'd seen this creature in a video once, a footnote back in a Marine Biology class she had taken at academy. This was a Saber-tooth Mertiger! No matter how she looked at it, that's what the little guy was. The problem was that they were incredibly endangered, their population worldwide in the the hundreds. Who on earth, she wondered, would get her such an impossibly rare gift? She noticed then a pink collar around the affectionate little bugger's neck, the same shade of coral as her tail. On it was a tag, an intricate thick cardstock tag with gold-foil wording on it. Rin, There are many trials ahead of you; this friend will help see you through them. Whatever you do, however...whatever choices you make, remember always; your fate is not your own. We will meet in the New World. ~Until Then [OOC= The kitty is a Sabertooth Mertiger alright. It's tiny now, but it'll very quickly grow (over just a couple of SLs/time lapses). It will behave as a pet earned with the beast mastery trait in terms of behaviour, strength and scaling. You do not gain any of the other benefits of this trait.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 09:07 AM.
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| Demon Hunter | Dec 25 2009, 11:21 PM Post #30 |
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Entering the room Raquel looked around observing everything inside, the smell of evergreen needles permeating the room and overriding any other smells. Raquel had never experienced this before and it seemed that evergreen was easily picked up by his nose, an odd occurrence to say the least. Approaching one of the seven walls he ignored people off to the side and even those infront of him, he was here only for one reason and that was the chance at something that might help him complete his mission. Standing over by the wall he waited a decent amount of time making sure he wasn't looking greedy...which he wasn't greedy he was bored and it showed but if he went straight for then he would be ineffectively bored. After his wait he aproached the tree and picked out a small rectangular present wrapped in a black and purple paper, he then proceeded to unwrap and open the box finding- Peeking inside the box, the grim marine found a time-worn tome, bound in leather with steel edges along the cover, the spine of the book steel as well. There was no title on the front; a cross was emblazoned on the cover in gold foil. Flipping through the pages, he saw that the book he held was an ancient, handwritten manuscript from a crusader who lived long ago. Beneath the book, laying on the dust on the bottom of the box was a small, yellowed old note: For he who brings only destruction Naught but destruction awaits. Even without reading the book, Raquel has an instinctual knowledge that what is written within is of value to him. Placing the book inside his coat, he walks without adieu from the festive holiday paradise. [OOC= The book is the account of a man named Dean Jularde, a holyman who fought across the grand line in the name of his god centuries ago. To a man like Raquel the accounts are gripping and insightful, but also educational. Read this book gives him ideas for a new technique. Smite - Rank 8 Type: Offensive Range: Melee Stats: N/A By focusing all of his holy rage onto a single person, the user of this technique momentarily surpasses his physical limitations to smite his target. Putting all of his strength into a single swing, the user attempts to strike down his foe in a single fel swoop. This blow is several times stronger that a normal attack, but exhausts him for several posts, as he pushes his body past it's breaking point to perform the attack. He may learn this technique as soon as rank 8 techniques are available to him at the cost of only 4 tech points.] Edited by The Unspeakable, Dec 31 2009, 09:49 AM.
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