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Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 07:00 AM (5,016 Views)
gonzo v. nemo
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As nemo was kicked in the side he groaned in pain, as the mustached man growled about how he should feel lucky. nemo just laughed at the thought. And responded, “touched a nerve did I?” while chuckling. He then heard a whistle, as the laughing of the pirates faded. When magical max then steps out of a flash of fire and smoke.

Nemo just laughs to himself, thinking about the cheap tricks this hack uses every time he can. Magical max twirls his wand around like a baton as he walks toward them. Nemo laughs out loud at the sight of this, as he says. “Oh! So the two bit hack leader of these hyena pirates finally shows his face. So what are you and that baton of yours gonna do today? Gonna make a bunch of paper flowers pop out of it?” Magical Max just looked at Nemo, then at the man beside him.

Magical max stepped forward, still twirling that little baton of his, and chuckled out "Hello again, Nemo, good to see you're doing fine after our show the other night." As he then rammed the iron tip of his wand right into nemo’s shoulder making nemo grit his teeth and growl in pain. As nemo just groaned “damn its fun getting to you morons.”

As the pirates start talking to each other, the man tied up on the ground says. "Hey.. Psst." - nemo looks around, then looks down spoting this guy looking at him. As he says. "I'm Benjamin, Benjamin Hurd.." Nemo looked up at the jokes to see if they were still talking, as ben then said. "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

Nemo smiled as he whispered back. “Im nemo.” then paused for a moment and looked to bya who was pissed off to no end, for being the slave to the ugly nut job. he then whispered. “Oh! the animal on the chain is my friend bya.”

Ben then started ranting to there capters, Nemo hearing this smiled and added “ya and then me and bya over there are gonna shove those tricks of yours up a vary uncomfortable place.” As he looked back over to ben, and said. “I hope your serious.”
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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As Allen watched the others attention divert to the flaming arrows heading towards the Paw Print, watching them hit as the fire began to spread over the ship somewhat. The Carpenter then heard Clover's 'command' towards him and Fran, before hearing Fran's comment, asking what they should do and that Benjie was no where to be seen. "Looks like we'll be helping out their ship, Fran!" Allen called out, watching the Armored man start to take away Galles in what he could only assume that they were going after whoever had done that to their boat.

"C'mon!" The Captain called to his Navigator, looking towards the now semi-on fire boat, before starting to run towards it. He was doing this for a few reasons: One was his love to help people who needed it, and trying to take out the fire on one's ship was just the way of doing so. Two was like the first, the ship was one that Galles had been on after leaving Bijotsu, so it was no wonder that he felt like he should help it. But three was more for Fran's sake than his. The Man in the armor was probably the ship owner, and after what he did to Fran just to get his attention, he was scared what else he'd do to the man.

Fighting through the crowd, who were now starting to run away from the burning ship and were making the task of reaching it harder and harder to do. Luckily, the way the ship was positioned it was easy for it to remain on fire and not to catch any of the other ships ablaze as well, but unluckily was the fact that it was slightly touching the dock, which would cause the whole part of the harbor to go up in fire if not stopped.

The Martial Artist finally arrived at the burning Paw Print, seeing where the fire was starting at, and seeing where it was most likely to spread to. Since it wasn't near the edges of the ship quite yet, Allen jumped up, catching the side of the ship before pulling himself over, rolling once he reached the other side of his hand hold. Covering his mouth for a moment, he looked to see where the fire was, mainly, before he thought of an idea. Hoping that the vessel had the tools he needed to get the job done, he ran towards one of the doors, and quickly found what was needed. It looked as if the vessel had a few men on it a while ago, since there was a box of shipwright equipment on board the ship. He found two cloths near the toolbox, picking one up and tying it around his mouth and nose so he wouldn't breathe in as much toxic smoke.

Flinging the kit of equipment open, he grabbed out what he needed: A hammer and a few other tools to either pick up or saw out old pieces of wood on a boat. With these in hand, he turned to find another item that would help out his and Fran's task: A bucket. The item was empty, but he put the other cloth inside of it, kicking it along as he ran to try and stop the fire from spreading.

Once back on deck, the knocked the bucket towards the side of the ship where there was a rope as well. He hoped once Fran got on he would get the idea he needed, as he took a deep breath, starting to run towards the fire. He got close to, not enough so it would burn him, but just enough so he could start taking out nails in the planks. He took his hammer, turning it claw side out, and started pulling out the nails of the non-fire side of it. He was going to try and pull the flame ridden planks of the boat away so the fire would stop, since it was losing one of the things it needed to keep itself alight. He'd need Fran to try and pour water on the vessel to douse any flames he couldn't get to in time.




Up on the rooftop, the Marksman smirked. Another hit. As he looked below to see the chaos he was causing at the docks, he stopped once he saw Clover and Galles starting to come towards the building he was on. He frowned, sensing that they would be an annoyance to him. So he simply gathered up his bow and the few arrows he had laid out near him, before stuffing them all in his cloak, starting to run along the tops of the buildings.

Luckily for Galles and Clover, they would discover that the building they were probably heading in was, no not a bar, but a run-down Joke store. They probably wouldn't find anything inside that would be particularly helpful, though further inside the store there was a large ladder that led up to the roof of the building. The ladder was pretty sturdy, only missing a few legs near the bottom of it.

The Marksman still ran along the rooftops, before meeting up with a few of his associates, namely a large muscled man and a tight clothing wearing acrobat who had previously invaded the Loguetown clinic. The clinic assistant was no where to be found at the current moment, though they had only dropped her on the way out, since it'd be too much work lugging her around.




"Lively bunch of Slaves, aren't you?" Magical Max laughed as he stepped back towards the doorway in the room. "Do you really think that we're scared of your little 'Artisan Pirates?' The Showmen Pirates have beaten down many other puny crews with much stronger men than you two. So, even if your Crew shows up with the Marines themselves, we'll still be able to defeat them." He laughed, before tapping his cane on the floor of the ship.

He then pointed his wooden instrument at a certain point in the room, which had a stack of planks, nails and other accessories that would be of assistance to fixing up a ship. And, this was the room that needed fixing. They were below deck, bottom of the vessel, and there was a large section in the side of the wall that needed another layer around it. At closer inspection, the section was crudely fixed up with weaker planks and skill, but it wasn't going to last much longer with the way the fixed up hole moved. Probably not going to last more than a day or two longer.

"Gentleman, and Lady, make sure these two fix up the ship before I come back. I'm off to see how our reconnaissance of the town is going. Ranger said that he was going to start up a 'light show' near the docks, so me and Gigare are off to see how well of a job he did!" He laughed, twirling his wand as he dropped an object out of his coat, letting loose a small smokescreen that was enough to cover him and the cloaked man near the door. When the smoke cleared, both of them were gone.

"You heard the man." The mustached man growled out, pointing to the stack of wood in the corner. "Get working!" He yelled, glaring at the two Pirates before stroking his mustache again. God, he seemed to like that thing a little too much.

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As Fran followed his captain towards the now half charred Paw Print, he struggled to move about the sea of people who were more than ready to crush him beneath their angry heels just so they can reach for safety. It was tough for Fran’s body as it was just like a stream of untamed water, and he pushed his way against the flow. The navigator had to fight his way towards the ship he was supposed to rescue. To be honest, he felt ridiculous, they actually gone out of their way so just to extinguish a boat. And it wasn’t even their beloved mismatch, wooden piece of junk. It was this fiendishly evil, evil ship that tore up and reduced the Artisan’s flagship into little bits and pieces of wooden planks.

Once Fran was in the clear, he hurriedly scampered onto the mighty Paw Print. The boat itself was is a mediocre condition, but searing flames had already eaten through the very first layer of the ships sturdy hull. A few badly burnt pieces of timber broke off and pummelled down the dock’s floor and were instantly smashed into smaller pieces of charred wood. Not a pretty sight if Fran ever saw one. When the navigator reached the deck, he saw Allen furiously disassembled the floorings and tossed out the smouldered planks off deck. As Fran approached, his foot kicked on a hard hollow object. A tin bucket. Immediately the afro pirate scooped up the tin can and jumped off deck, back to the docks.

He reached down and filled the bucket with water and started to douse the fire. But with such a minimal amount of water, it barely did anything. Fran turned around and saw some dock workers who scurried off towards the shed. The navigator reached out and grabbed a pair on their short’s collar. He stared both of them in the eye threateningly; quite a feat if you consider Fran’s personality, and commanded them to help put out the fire. Surprisingly, Fran was able to threaten the duo to help; he smiled at himself in amazement, ‘So I can be scary if I want to.’ But mostly the dock workers were afraid of the fact he held a bunch of weapons around himself. And during this riot, they could be ‘accidentally’ stabbed.

With four more hands to help out, the fire was extinguished in no time. But the once splendidly crafted ship was in a pitiful shape. The entire hull was charred black, the ship’s name was barely recognizable and a few wooden planks on deck were missing, thanks to Allen’s handiwork. The pair that Fran forced to help quickly ran away once everything was done. And the crowd also started to calm down, the bad news is, a few peace keeping officers from the dock’s office arrived at the scene.

Fran helped himself up the boat to find Allen. They needed to get off the ship quick; the mess they were caught in was very hard to explain. Especially the sudden flurry of flaming arrows out of practically nowhere. Fran started to think someone was on to the Artisans. It could not have been mere coincidences that he was attacked twice in a row today and the fact that Benjamin was missing. The barber had a good handful of screws loose, but even he would have come back to their designated meeting place. I just seemed weird.

“Allen, we better get outta here fast, lest you wanna explain to those guys what this mess is all about.” He pointed his thumb to his right, a couple of well dress individuals steadily marched through the crowd. And they don’t look very happy. It was bad news, really bad news. But more importantly, where the hell did Galles and that cloaked guy gone off to. They seemed to have disappeared into the air. Fran took another quick glance over the ship’s now black deck.

“We gotta go now!”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Listening to the ringleader really started to give Ben a headache. Ben had just boasted off how they should beware, but this man just ignored him and told that even the marines of this city couldn't stop them. Well, laa di daa, was he strong or just corrupting them, was what Ben wanted to ask. He and the others didn't seem weak, but not that strong either.

Well, it was true that the power of these merry men and woman was unknown off, but Ben didn't really doubt the power of his crew mates either! Though unfortunately, it would take a long time for them to get there, even if they got there.. That made Ben consider his options that were quite limited. He was surrounded by multiple strong persons, none of them which seemed armed really, but still neither did they give out a weak impression.

Man if his head would just stop hurting he could think clear. Ben had not noticed it, but after boasting a little, the pain started to come clear, for a hit to the back of the head with enough force to knock somebody over did leave quite the neck pain. Ah, shit. There was only one thing to do in this situation.

"Okay, I give up.," Ben started off with a tone that seemed quite helpless and continued then after only a small moment of breathing out and then in. "I will try to fix your ship.. You know it would be easier to just hire somebody?" - Ben commented as the mime got closer and started untying him after a small while. For they seemed to wonder about Ben's earlier words, though were still confident of their own abilities it seemed.

After Ben got loose, he slowly stood up, his hands up as to indicate that he wasn't gonna do any sudden movements. He then put his hands together and rubbed his wrists as the situation calmed down. His head ached a little, though getting up from that position helped on it. Now he needed to think of a way to get out of here.. Maybe that'll work he thought to himself and smiled slightly..

He then walked over to the blanks of wood and faked to examine the hole with a face that didn't understand anything. Making the ship on Bijotsu at least thought Ben to follow instructions about this kind of thing and knowing how to nail a board or two. But acting helpless was the way to go at this moment, even if his coming scheme proposed a threat in it, the chances of Ben actually getting out a live after fixing the ship were in his mind next to zero. If these men didn't want to hire somebody, it meant they didn't want anybody to know of this. Now the best thing was to buy time for his friends to get there.

"But I am not really a laborer you see, fine men and woman." - Ben took a short while to look at each one, starting off the ringleader and ending back in him, facing him dead on and talking to him as to show respects. "I'm just a barber for the crew.. And yes, you were right about the crew in somewhat.. I was just boasting of my anger and frustration towards those weaklings..," looking at the ringleader and lying this made Ben want to punch himself, but he needed to get into a position where his life wasn't hanging on a thread. "I don't think I can be of greater hand to this man.. For I do not care of helping him. Instead, how about a shave, eh? You seem like a man that women like, but women do not like a stubble.. "

Trying to get on the good side of the ringleader was the best Ben could do at the moment, or even close enough to cut that freaking throat of his open.. Though thinking of vile things, Ben continued to smile and look straight at the ringleaders face. This shit was painful enough to talk, if he wouldn't answer soon, Ben would go freaking nuts on the scene. "Well sir, how about it? Maybe some cologne? A trim of the hair?" - Ben could had continued on and on, but this man didn't seem like the type that liked waiting.

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • ::beli:: : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East Blue

Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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For the first part, the sniper felt that she was dragging the azure eyed man, it raised the question; did he not want to be with her? Clover was briefly depressed by this possibility, she felt they had been getting along so well, especially since the ship... he had been loyal enough. But when he spoke, his pace picked up, banishing all doubts the markswoman had held.

"One bow."
She said in the soft male imitation reserved purely for Galles, all reasoning for preserving her hidden identity being trapped in the mushy prison of love at first sight. It was entirely unhealthy, but Clover had yet to reflect on the negative aspects of a workplace relationship. For one she hadn't been focusing on her target that well, she turned her eyes skywards to catch a brief flicker of the man's black cloak as he began a get-away. From their lower angle, the markswoman couldn't be sure where he was heading. They were close enough to the building by then, the sniper had made a few rushed assumptions on his possible location. He would go by rooftop or try to escape through the building. She turned her attention back to Galles and bit her lip, to catch him would require separating; she didn't really want to let go... but that bastard had shot her ship. Quickly, the markswoman released her grip of the man's wrist; not lingering on the task in case she found herself too attached. With it, she pointed to the shop, vaguely reading the words joke but not thinking much of it.

"Er..." She stuttered, a barked order having been prepared but when the time came she just couldn't mouth it... a weird trait for her. "Could you check the shop... please. It would be helpful..." Her voice was meeker then usual, less assertive. It was embarrassing to have to order him about now, he probably already knew the plan being so...!

To avoid further embarrassment for herself, Clover enacted her part of the pursuit. She stopped running, bending her cybernetic limbs as she aimed towards the building opposite the joke shop. Larry's Chemwooks, whatever that was; the sniper just focused on a higher part of the wall between two windows. Just before she sprang, the sharp hooks ejected along the back of her legs in preparations, they would be needed to gain a foothold on her new target.

Then she jumped. The sniper moved as a blur, turning in the air so her back was facing the building, she landed with certain grace and stopped, the thick hooks stuck into the brick surface behind her allowing a moment to regain her balance for the second jump. Her legs sprung again, the sniper moving just as quickly through the air towards the joke shop's rooftop. She descended with a roll, stopping herself with a kick into the surface. The whole sequence had taken mere seconds, but the sniper was not willing to waste more time; her dithering with Galles had slowed the process of scaling the building. Clover looked for her target. The black cloak of the man was easy to spot in the daylight, it was a poor choice of clothing if he was intending to sneak around and shoot flaming arrows.

Quadsong was lifted from her side, the end placed beneath her arm for easy movement whilst she held the shaft of the weapon with her other hand. Her acute mind was already picking a path across the rooftops to pursue the archer, waiting around for Galles would be no good, she had to act fast. Clover accelerated forward without much warning, her pace double what it had been when dragging Galles to the location. She moved effortlessly across the changing terrain; gaining on the black cloaked man quite easily.

But not fast enough.

She picked up on the pair waiting for them as soon as they were in view, slowing her pace to not be caught amongst all of them and eventually stopping a roof top away from the group of... weird looking people.

The archer was probably the average one among them, though his features were guarded by the cloak. She examined the duo, the first being a large man who had probably spent a little too much time at the gym, his muscles would be a problem if he got too close. He would be the first one to go if things turned violent. Clover had no doubt that they would. The second was female, slim and wearing a very tight suit. It struck the markswoman as a tad.. revealing of her figure. Certainly something Clover would never where. Aside from that, she looked relatively harmless. So big and muscly remained her first target.

She raised the sights of Quadsong on the large man to confirm this, keeping an eye out for the archer in case he decided to use that bow again. Three on one didn't strike her as bad odds at this range, still diplomacy would save her the effort.

"...Surrender." She barked towards the trio, anticipating the demand not going down too well. It already had a 0% success rate so far.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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In Galles mind while he didn't shy away from or dislike Clover, he actually didn't think of her as a woman. With the mask on and her cloak on, not to mention her attitude, he had an easier time thinking about the woman as, well, a person. It was a weird mentality and it didn't even stem perhaps from her cloaked and hidden nature, but instead it came down to the simple and undeniable fact he was rapidly growing more comfortable thinking of her as a friend. A friend whom he'd rather not turn his back to if he ever pissed them off and one whom he'd feel much safer having on his side in a gunfight. As far as he was concerned the thought process stopped at 'Good marksman, paranoid, insanely fast'.

The last part of that process proved to be true as they stopped moving and Galles found her telling him to check out the Joke Shop, which meant she probably was going to go ahead of them. Nodding, he stepped towards the shop and then glanced over, watching her move forward before coiling down, as if about to jump. "You're going to jump?...Good luck, try to be safe." he said, just before she sprang away towards the roof. And he found himself turning back to the Joke Shop, moving to it's door. Not wasting any time seeing if Clover was safe now, he grabbed at the doorknob of the building and tested it, finding it locked at first. Drawing himself back, he leaned back and lifted his leg up so that he could kick at the door.

Aiming for the part of the door right next to the handle and lock, he laid out a swift kick-stomp to it and it let out a loud rattling groan before the second stomp hit, causing the wood to snap loudly in the general shape of a foot, splintered and fractured badly. Steeling himself, Galles took one more stance and smashed his shoe, heel first, into the already damaged door. The wood fully smashed open and splintered, not buckling the door in but causing a large hole that Galles had to carefully extract his leg from, thankfully not cutting anything on the hanging wood. Stepping close and readying his pistol, Galles used his free hand to push at the door and it gave one last defiant groan of wood before splintering outwards from the hole. Three quarters of the door swung open and the other quarter of it fell sideways, being pulled out of the way.

Now stepping inside, Galles lifted the pistol in front of him as he looked around. It was, indeed, an abandoned Joke Shop with a small counter to the right of him and what looked like novelty items all over the place. Trick hats, stacked decks of cards, costumes, gadgets, trick flowers, canes, even puppets and marionettes in a corner of all kinds of sizes. Some small, figurine sized ones with happy faces and a few in particular was more human sized, some even so large they touched the floor in the mass of tangled wires and strings, crates and music boxes laying here and there. Some of it was covered in dust and dirt, but other sections were much cleaner.

Glancing behind the door and then moving to check behind the counter, Galles was surprised they'd left no one to cover their tracks. He swept his pistol with him though he kept it now in sort of a half ready position, pointed down at the floor with his elbow bent. He moved about the store for a moment, checking first on a small door he found semi-hidden behind a rack of moving beads and he was about to check it when he heard a sound from behind him. It sounded like wood moving or clinking against something...He whirled instantly, raising the pistol up and staring as he saw not a shred of movement. The door was still in the same position it had been and nothing had moved.

But he could feel it. Eyes on him. That paranoid sensation of someone watching your movements just out of the corner of your senses. His own senses seemed to peak in response and he began to step back towards the center of the room, looking up at the ceiling briefly. He could see a small latch for a set of drop or pull down stairs and some small holes made from wear and age, but nothing to indicate the sound he'd heard. Satisfied with that, he stopped moving in the middle of the room and glanced down, checking the floor. No latches, no dents, nothing for anyone to hide under...The only place to hide behind was the counter. Everything else was shelves on the walls or small, box-shaped stands in the middle of the room.

He knew what he heard and he wasn't about to dismiss it as imagination. Someone was in the damned room with him. He turned his head now and began to peer around, carefully inspecting every loose item he could...No footprints, no dust moved...There wasn't even any indication that someone was hiding behind the large mannequins and puppets in the corner. "Where the hell are they..." he mumbled to himself, facing away from the door now and looking up at the drop down in the ceiling...Did he want to risk going for it and having someone jump him while he struggled with it?
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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As Fran started to gather up the two men to try and pour more water on the fire, Allen was busy trying to take away the planks so they wouldn't set as much fire to the ship. He had been successful so far, taking away the planks of the ship rather quickly, probably from when he did the same thing back on Bijotsu to make the make-shift ship that was now probably being used for Sea Beaver dams under the ocean. The only difference between taking away planks on Bijotsu and now, was that the Paw Print was on fire.

Once the water started to come aboard the ship, the fire was doused to nothing rather quickly. The Carpenter, allowing the men to pour water on the deck, walked away to the side of the vessel that the smoke wasn't heading towards with the wind, taking off the cloth as he started to cough due to the inhaled smoke. The item had helped him get away with only some singes on his clothes, as well as a small bit of his hair being burned, but other than that the man was pretty much okay.

Once Fran had come aboard the ship, the Carpenter first noted he was there, before seeing something that he had missed due to the flames of the ship. Walking up to it, he crouched down, to see what the sooty object was. Taking it out of the hull of the ship, and wiping it off some, the Martial Artist found out that it was the arrow that had started the fire on the ship. While he was wiping it off, he found that there was a piece of paper tied to the shaft of the projectile.

Quickly untying it, and dropping the arrow, he opened the parchment to see what it said, and what it said made his confused. On the parchment, there was written: 'If you value your lives you'd get out of Loguetown fast. Without your friend, of course. -Showman Pirates' At first, it took him a minute to try and figure out what the message meant, but then it hit him:

"Benjamin." He said, before Fran's yelling about how Dock Masters were coming towards the ship steered him back into reality, deciding to pocket the letter for now, before showing Fran so they could track down their Nakama. The men were walking towards the ship, being able to since the docks were now void of people for right now due to the fire scare.

Once the men got close enough, Allen heard one of them start to yell out: "By order of Loguetown, we are ordering your ship to leave port! I don't care if the fire wasn't your fault, we will not have this happening in our beloved city! We have already called forth a squad of Marines to investigate the situation and force you out if necessary!"

As soon as Allen heard the first part of the man's yelling, he was already ready to go. But after hearing about the Marines, he stuffed his cloth in his pocket, before looking at Fran and mouthing: "We're making a break for it." The Martial Artist looked back at the men, seeing as there were no more than three of them currently there, and that the path was wide enough for the two Pirates to run around them and get into the city.

Slowly, the Carpenter counted in his head to see when the Artisans should take off around the man. He counted to five, the man in the front of the others still blabbering on about something as they walked closer. Two... The men were getting closer, about fifteen feet out when Allen said three and four in his head, and when he got to the last number...

"Now!" Allen yelled, jumping on the side of the ship before jumping off, landing a few feet in front of the men before running forward, going straight through the Dock Masters, as they scattered some, probably leaving room for Fran to get through if he didn't fall and break his nose or some kind of nonsense like that.




While the Barber seemed to think he was talking to the Ringleader who had left, he was actually talking to the Mustached man, and when he mentioned shaving, the man give him a shove to the ground for even mentioning to shave off his beloved facial hair. By this time, the mime had also untied Nemo, shoving him up before sending him in the direction of the problem in the wall to fix it, since he was actually a Shipwright after all.

"Get workin'." The mustached man growled, as something went off in his pocket. He reached inside, pulling out a small Den Den Mushi no larger than a few Beli stacked together. "Yes, Captain?" He asked, still glaring at the two men to start getting them working.

"You should see it out here! The Show's going on exactly as planned!" Magical Max's voice rang over the tiny snail before he started to laugh some as well. "Ranger's Fire did exactly as I ordered him to do, catching a ship on fire near the south end of the Docks over here! A few people are starting to put it out, from what I can see, but, here's the best part! The Dock Masters are blaming them for the fire! As well as calling in the Marines! They will be scaring off any other Pirates around here so once we get the ship fixed, we can make our escape!" The Ring Leader's voice rang out, laughing quite loudly and shrilly as one would expect one. "Oh, but it looks like the two people who took out the fire are starting to run into town! Well, we can't let them get away, now can we? One's wearing a pink shirt, surprisingly, while the other has silver hair! This should be a good performance!" He called, before the line went dead.




As Clover stepped out into the open, the three Showmen were surprised at the Man's bold actions, plus at his terrible Negotiation skills. The Archer, the one who caught her ship on fire, laughed at the action, already having an arrow out on his bow as he held it towards the man, as if it was there all along. He had sensed that he would have to deal with some opposition in this, but nothing as bold as this was expected.

The Acrobat smirked. He reached behind her to her bag that was on her tight belt, before pulling out three tiny knives. She held them in her hand weighing them, before looking at the man, taking one in her opposite hand before tossing it towards the man as she made an attempt to hit Clover, before holding her two other ones as well, ready to throw them out as well.

Once the knife left her hand, two other actions happened: The Ranger let loose his arrow which streaked towards the Cyborg in at a different angle than how the knife had been thrown, and also there was one other thing that happened: The Weight Lifter charging towards the Cyborg. He stayed silent as he started to run, seeming that he would try to tackle Clover once she made her move to either avoid the projectiles, or take them head on.




Inside the Joke Shop, something moved. It wasn't much, but it was probably enough for the Sharpshooter to notice. It was almost as if something was moving in the shop, though the shadows cast into the room probably weren't helping the situation out at all. Suddenly, something moved, something sinister happened, something sounded as Galles would find out...

It was a cuckoo clock, fit with matching bird appearing out of it, making an annoying noise of a high pitch bird chirp. If Galles would think that this was the end of the movement, he'd find out quickly that he was dead wrong. As soon as the Bird stopped chirping, one of the marionettes fell, as if it was pushed over. It crashed into the floor, making some noise as some of the old displays started to fall as well, probably some even hitting Galles.

Suddenly, something jumped out of the shadows, hitting Galles face before latching on. He would hear snickering coming from the object that would probably refuse to be let go of even if he tried to yank it off. It also bit his nose, probably giving some shock to the man's body, though it would probably only leave a mark, it would still hurt some.
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Lady Luck seemed always frown upon Fran, and today was no exception. Besides being strapped into an operating table, subjected to weird voo-doo medicines, got ambushed by a pair of circus freaks and gotten their home made ship crushed, the pink wearing afro pirate was being blamed for the fireworks. Hell, they even got some marines to investigate them. As if the whole mess wasn’t bad enough. And what crazy man would light their own ship on fire, wait, it wasn’t even their ship! Fran silently cursed that big fat lady in white who held an oversized clover leaf and a rabbit foot pendant. That sly old hag, she’d do anything to hamper Fran and his glorious quest to stardom.

Well for now stardom can wait, as Fran needed to save his own ass right now. And it really looked quite grim for the two pirates, the once vanished crowd once again swarmed like a flock of sheep to luscious green grass. Every possible route out of the dock has been blocked, save for a single straight line where the dock officials marched in. Fran turned around to look for other possible escape routes, but only came up with two other solutions. One, they could jump over board and swim their way over the other side of the dock and sneak away. Two, they could simply jump out of the boat and take random civilians as hostages. Fran frowned at his later idea, but it did sound tempting at one point. They are after all, pirates.

“We’re making a break for it.”

The words Allen uttered were received by a mini version of Fran who hurriedly ran up the spinal cord express liner. The mini Fran then barged in the front door of the brain where millions of mini Frans dressed in office attire were ‘brain storming’ the files for ideas. “WE HAVE OUR ORDERS!!! STOP EVERYTHING!!! WE’RE MAKING A BREAK FOR IT!!!” Every little office employed immediately scurried back to their computers and furiously typed like madmen. Papers flew everywhere and chattering sounds of keyboards echoed throughout every tissue and membrane.

“Hey, take this to the auxiliary motor division!”

“Get these file up to the sensory nerves!”

“Shove this back to the common sense area, these idea sucks!”

“What? We have a common sense area?”


The whole office area was in disarray and Fran stuttered for a second before the navigator’s brain processors finally kick to high gear. He slowly realized Allen’s plan, “Wa, wait! We’re charging in?” The pirate was pretty sure he could muster an easier way out but since his head was just about to explode from thinking, Fran deemed it better to just follow the shipwright’s command.

As the navigator took fight into the air, the half burnt wooden beam he jumped from collapsed. The crumbling sound of wood distracted the pink wearing pirate in mid flight. Consequently, he failed to notice that he neared the ground and landed on his butt. Fran skidded a few times before he smashed into one of the dock officials and came to a full stop.“Awww....” Fran slowly rose up while the rubbed his poor beaten ass. He quickly noticed that he took a man down with him and profusely bowed down to apologize. Although, as Fran bowed down he forgot about a pair of harpoons wrapped in cloth over his left shoulder and banged them to another dock officer who rushed to help his fallen colleague. At the sight of the second man down of the floor Fran sprinted out and followed Allen’s lead.

After a hearty chase from a few marines that had arrived at the scene, both Allen and Fran hid behind a large trash bin. Fran laid his weapons down for a while as he rubbed his aching calf. “So.... what do we do now Allen? Galles and that other guy seemed to have vanished on us and marines are hot on our tail.” Fran hunched his back and placed both arms on his lap. Sweat poured down his brow and blood pumped furiously throughout his entire body. “Th-This might be a good time to sit back and think things through don’t you think?”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Feeling the floor again was enough answer for Ben to know to drop the subject. Okay, no shaving of the beard, he got it.. But as Ben was on the floor he asked about the hair trimming or the cologne, only to get a rude answer.

Get to work, what a rude guy he was. But never the less, Ben wasn't an idiot and he knew now was the right time to do as he said. As Ben got back over to the fixing needing area, he rubbed his neck which now was hurting even more. Frigging assholes. But complaining wasn't gonna help anybody, so Ben just took a hammer and some nails to his mouth and with the help of Nemo lift the first board up and started nailing it.

He wondered what had come of Allen and Fran.. And on the second this man with the mustache got a call, which of course Ben started to listen to, as the mustache man was still in the room. Ben glared at Nemo quickly and then nodded his way to the direction of the mustache man, as to indicate for him to listen too. At that moment the talk got to the direction of Ben turning his head around to stare in a slight shock..

Fire in the south docks? That was where they had left the ship.. As Ben didn't know the small rainbow boat was wrecked, he presumed that something had happened to it. Not that he cared it was gone, it wouldn't had lasted for long. But still, destroying others property is unacceptable. The nails dropped off Ben's mouth as he turned to face the mustache man as the call continued.

"Well, we can't let them get away, now can we? One's wearing a pink shirt, surprisingly, while the other has silver hair!" Well, we can't let them get away, now can we? One's wearing a pink shirt, surprisingly, while the other has silver hair..! These echoed in his head for a moment, as Ben realized the meaning of such words..

"You Bastards!" - Ben charged what seemed at the mustache man, but actually he was going to hit the snail on his hand with the hammer in his hand. But of course he was stopped, this time by the mime who dealt a knee strike into Ben's guts. It wasn't enough to stop him and he just tried to smack the mime to the side of the head with his hammer. An attack the mime easily blocked by graping Ben's hand and then blowing another knee strike into Ben's guts.

In reality, Ben could had gone on, but he was frustrated and it together with the blows he fell on his knees. He was feeling helpless that he couldn't help his friends from this situation, and if he wasn't a man he would had maybe even cried his frustration off. Instead he suck it up and gave the snail one of the most evilest look on the face of earth. Ben wanted to rip that guys throat open if possible! "Don't you dare to touch my friends or I'll kill you!" - Again, Ben didn't doubt his friends power, but he was still worried. Any unnecessary harm done to those two would hurt Ben too, not physically, but mentally. He wanted no harm for his friends.

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • ::beli:: : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East Blue

Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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There was a brief moment where Clover considered her diplomacy method and choice of words according to the situation. She was a single person opposing three peoples of unknown capabilities. At the same time, her capabilities were unknown to the trio thus preventing any obvious advantage. She had shown she was armed, a threat to urge negotiation but also a fault as it revealed her weapon of choice. She also knew one of them used a bow of some sort. That meant the overriding factor of numbers came into play, and on a rough three to one scale fight the odd group would probably consider themselves certain victors. A theory that was supported by the females smirk. The sniper was really beginning to dislike her and the revealing clothing.

Then the word 'Surrender'. Surrender left the trio on their knees, hands up and very vulnerable. A position none of them probably would accept at this range, lacking perfect knowledge of Clover's abilities also made such action seem pointless, as previously mentioned. So the Markswoman was not overly surprised when the archer had notched his bow or when the acrobat revealed a set of knives kindly. She couldn't possibly have that many hidden in the small bag and the tight clothing was unlikely to hide much. The muscular member of their brigade also tensed, the sniper figured peaceful negotiations had been abandoned almost instantly.

The knife throw was the hidden signal, everyone attacking on its release as the markswoman waited. She didn't want to waste too much time dancing around projectiles; the muscular individual could close in on her in that time. So the best option was to head backwards, increasing the time it would take him to reach her and probably eliminate the knife threat at long range... the acrobat didn't strike her as having the strongest arms.

Plan set. Motion. Clover leaned back, predicting the paths of the arrow and knife as she set a simply course and hopped. No ordinary upwards hop, any jump triggered by her powerful cybernetic legs held some distance unless she was being precise, she travelled a good meter or two diagonally. Her body shape didn't change much above the waist, Quadsong was still keeping its sights of the Bodybuilder who had decided to head right for her; acting as a second barrage. Or third barrage, the acrobat had flung her remaining pair of blades to act on the sniper's movement... but had not factored in the cyborgs speed. She sailed to her left a bit as the arrow and knife missed, moving her legs beneath her in preparation.

She simply changed her motion on landing, leaning back in the direction she had come from to easily avoid hitting the knives intended path. Once avoided, she stood up to full height again; her acute thoughts assessing the new situation. Clover's efforts had placed her closer to the edge of the chosen rooftop; it slanted slightly from the center but was not sharp enough of an angle to cause the steady feet of the sniper to slip. No further shots or throws from the pair either, she only had to focus on the weightlifter for the moment. Quadsong's barrel had been kept on the larger man through out her evasion, him closing the gap only made the task simpler. It was so generous to make himself an easier target.

"Soto Hell." The words were little more then a whisper beneath the helmet and scarf. She tugged down on the triggering system, having flicked a latch just in front of it to alter Quadsong to repeating mode. The weapon's mechanics moved with grace on demand, no hitch in their plans. The first of eight sharpened points burst out from the central barrel towards the larger man, the weapon giving a click as it fired and then began to process of loading the second bolt almost instantly, firing it within the second. The action was repeated for the third and fourth, then beyond. With precision, Clover moved her aim slightly between shots, never releasing the trigger through the process. It matter of seconds she had produced a hail of piercing bolts aimed for all the nasty places, four focused on his upper chest, three for the gut and the final bolt going for a more vulnerable target; the lower portion of the neck.

The empty clip discharged itself once the bolts ran dry, flinging upwards and over the shoulder of its wielder. The sniper ignored it for the most part; her hand was already slipping into the depths of the cloak and seeking out a secondary clip in preparation. Clover was watching the towering muscle, keen to see if he required more bolt surgery to convince him of falling over and not getting up. Her peripherals also remained wary of movements from the other two, though the weightlifter was becoming a physical shield for Clover to hide behind as he got closer; she didn't suspect they could do much from their current position.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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At the noises in the room, Galles had put both hands up and started listening harder as he stepped back, aiming to put himself behind the counter in the room so he had a proper place to have a vantage point. If need be, he had no qualms about unloading shots in random places throughout the room, aiming to flush someone out. But when the cuckoo clock went off on the wall, his nerves were so pushed that the pistol had swerved to the noisy clock before his brain even processed the sound and it was only a split second of restraint that kept him from shooting it off the wall. Were it a normal situation, he'd berate himself for just being paranoid; However after getting flaming arrows shot at him from the roof of this place and the general annoyance of the day, he wasn't really in the mindset to take it easy. Then the mannequin got knocked over and he cursed as several bits of wood and old joke objects fell over around him, actually hitting him in the legs and causing him to step back.

His pistol swiveled to the damned thing as he stepped, resting the back of his legs against the counter and glaring hard, eyes moving to check the shadows where the mannequin had fallen from. And when the blurry, shadowy shape lunged at him from roughly the same direction, his reflexes kicked in even harder. The creature did attach to his face for a split second but it was pulled off before it could do any damage. He assumed, given the nature of the place, that it was a monkey. I mean, how perfect would that be? This place was perfect for some random monkey to be. He had used his free hand to grab the furry hellbeast off his face and pull it out, ignoring it's spitting and screeching so he could put his gun in it's face. Even for a monkey it understood the implications of continued assault in the face of a gun.

The scene was hilariously inappropriate. Galles with his hand latched onto the back of what seemed like a medium sized brown furred monkey, one of his pistols in it's face so close that it's teeth were against the barrel. He was less then amused, the monkey had a very stereotypical scared senseless look on it's face and now Galles sighed, looking out into the joke shop. They had to be something else around here, he somehow doubted that monkey could be just randomly sitting in the shop waiting for Galles to turn his head so it could jump at him.

He was in front of the counter, which was on the wall beside the door. There was no place for anyone to hide behind him and unless there was another ninja in this world who wanted shot, there was no room for someone to be sneaking up on him. Which meant that they were in front of him, either to the side or directly...And there were limited places to even blend in, let alone hide. But if he started searching, he'd open himself up to attack. This left one option, and one option only. He smiled calmly now.

Click.

Galles had cocked the hammer of his pistol, causing the monkey to suddenly start struggling again before Galles pushed the pistol into it's face harder. It was just an animal, he had no real qualms about what he was threatening to do to it. If it kept him alive he'd have drowned the thing in lemon juice or something, so long as it got whoever was in here out of the way and him up to the roof to help...Err, 'Masky', it was absolutely no nevermind to him at all.

"Come out now or the monkey gets it."
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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As the ringleader boasted about not even the marines could beat them, Nemo just laughed as Nemo said. “don’t we have a big head.” The mustached man smacks Nemo upside the head. Nemo just shakes his head and laughs to himself, until he hears Ben start talking when he then listens to Ben.

Nemo just had to laugh as Ben was talking to the mustached man, thinking he was talking to the leader. Nemo just sat there listening, as Ben was acting like a complete coward and talking all types of shit about his crew mates. Nemo just looked down and shook his head as he thought about how this guy is so gonna get some shit while they worked. Ben then walked over to the wooden planks, and looked at them with an obvious look of ignorance in boat building. Nemo just continued to shake his head, as he thought oh this is gonna be so easy to make him do stupid things. now let’s see what I can make him do…

As Ben offered to give the man a shave, Nemo laughed at the thought of this man with out his mustache. Ben was then knocked on his ass, while Nemo just laughed and said. “just what the coward deserved.”

After finally being untied, Nemo sits up and rubs his ankles where the ropes had been. He thinks to himself about how Ben had said. “don’t worry well be fine.” And he thought to himself. Ok is this guy actually a coward, or just trying to bait them. as a silent man, in white makeup, shoves him to his feet, and then points to where Nemo is expected to work.

As Nemo then heard the mustached man talking into small Den Den Mushi as he heard the hack on the other end, and saw the glair the mustached man was giving him. Nemo just smiled and thought. If I’m gonna get glared at I might as well deserve it, as he said loud enough to be reseved by the Den Den Mushi. “Hay hack! What’s on the show today, rabbit out of the hat, handkerchiefs out of your sleeves.” The mime goes to back hand him, but Nemo dodges with a smile and a laugh. As he then hits head long into a wall.

Nemo then shook off the shock of the wall. He then walked to the tools and gathered the needed tools, and grabbed the first board along with Ben as he walks to the destination on the ship. Ben stops to get Nemo’s attention as he then drops the nails in his mouth and the board he was caring. Nemo being curious what was going to happen sat down his end of the board. he watched Ben yell out and rush the mustached man. Nemo thought to himself. This will not end well as the mime instantly stopped him. Nemo closed his eyes and said. “yep didn’t end well.”
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 .
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As the Martial Artist and Navigator ran from the Dock Officials, the first small group of Marines had come onto the scene. Around five Ensigns arrived, as the two men started to run for it. "That's them!!!" The Dock Official who had kept yelling yelled out to the Marines. "Those are the ones involved with the fire!" Luckily, they had gotten lost in the crowd momentarily, before they arrived in an alley of Loguetown. Footsteps sounded behind them as they ran, taking another alleyway before deciding to duck behind the Trashcans.

Once the small squad had passed by them, Fran suggested that they should take it easy for a little bit. Allen sighed, sending one of his gloved hands through his slightly sweat soaked hair, as he shook his head. "Unfortunately we may not be able to do that." He said, reaching into his pocket with his other hand as he pulled out the Showman Note that was attached to the arrow that had almost burned the Paw Print to the sea. He handed it to Fran to read, hoping that it'd be clear to Fran why they couldn't stop for too long, but even if it didn't, he added: "It looks like Benjie's been taken by some group of Pirates known as the Showman Pirates..."

The Carpenter wiped his brow some, using his sleeve, before peeking up over the trashcans. So far, the coast was clear of Marines. But unfortunately, it probably wouldn't be like this way for long. He stood up, giving one last look around, before turning back to the Navigator. He knew that they couldn't just keep running around, they had to find Benjamin quick, before something bad happened to him.

"Alright, unfortunately, we'll probably have to head back to near the docks..." Allen said, still looking around just to make sure that no one was around them at the current time. "My guess is that they'll be in port, and burning the ship was just a distraction to keep us away." He said, looking up at the sky for a moment. So for right now, they were about to go on a wild goose chase, but it wouldn't be good for them to go alone at this point.

"We need to find Galles before we get Ben." He said, knowing that with him they could probably find the man a lot easier, and it'd be easier to fight against the Marines with him there as well. And any of these Showmen Pirates, if they had to fight them. "Let's go," He said, starting to walk towards where he thought Galles and the Armored man had gone, though he hoped that he was heading the right way.




The Mustached man was getting tired of these two men's actions. So, knowing that only one of them was a Shipwright, he went up to the one that wasn't as he picked him up by the scruff of his neck. He then wrapped his other arm around the man's torso, locking the Barber's arms in place for now. Using his other hand, he let go of the man's neck, going to one of his razor holders, picking up a razor, before flipping it open. He inspected it for a moment, before pressing it to the man's cheek.

"Nemo, if you do not start fixing up the hole, then well this man's going to be sleeping with the fishes." The man said, first making a cut on the Barber's cheek as a small line of blood came out of it, before pressing it up against the man's neck, showing that he was being serious with his threat on the man's life.

Over in the corner, Amy laughed, giggling, while she still head the Penger thing in her arms, making sure that it wouldn't get loose from her iron grip. "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! This is just like this play I saw this one time before I joined the crew!~ It was about a man forced into a situation like this!" She said quite loudly, being annoying to everyone that was there.




The Muscle builder didn't even know what hit him as the razor sharp projectiles flew at him. He thought it'd be easy for him to do this, a simple tackle of his could take down two Ensigns at once due to his height and muscle mass, but what happened shocked him completely. The Man had first jumped back from the Ranger and the Acrobat's attack, which first shocked him, before the bolts flew at him. Not having enough time to move out of the way, the man was pelted with the objects, each one hitting their marks, as blood spewed out of all of them as soon as they contacted with his bare skin. As the final bolt hit it's mark, he was knocked onto his back, blood spewing out more on that one, as he had a quick death there. One down, two to go.

As soon as the man had fallen, another two arrows whizzed their way towards the Sniper, trying to hit her, as another one was already on the bow, ready to be fired when she moved. Now, it was the acrobat's turn to move, as she leaped forward, standing on the Bodybuilder's body for a moment, before jumping off and into the air, doing a front flip before she threw two of the knives in her hands at Clover, landing on the ground before trying to swipe at her with a third one.




For a few minutes, the monkey only struggled in Galles hands, as he waited for whoever was in the shadows to come out of there. But suddenly, the monkey stopped struggling, going limp for a moment, before it looked up towards the Sharpshooter, grinning, before opening it's mouth. "Is it my time to scream in terror?" It spoke before it started to grow bigger. Once it had gotten somewhat bigger, it jumped out of the Sharpshooter's hands, going onto one of the tables, before grinning at the man.

"Surprised? I'm a Devil Fruit user!" It screeched, as now it looked like a regular sized human-monkey hybrid garbed in some pirate clothes. On it's head, it wore a fez, which made the Monkey man resemble that of one of the Primates that'd dance for coins while someone would turn a music device.

It laughed again, before picking up something with it's tail, and throwing it at the Sharpshooter before jumping behind a table that had fallen over. What flew at the Sharpshooter was round, and when opened it'd reek of some foul substances, for it was a Fart Bomb that the store used to carry there.




Another group of Marines started to arrive on the scene at Loguetown, this time with about ten more Ensigns along with a Lieutenant. The Lieutenant was garbed in the normal outfit for one of his level, though it was custom colored with orange where blue would be and blue where white would be. He carried a dual-loaded Crossbow with him, and was smoking a cigarette. "Who started the fire?" He barked out to one of the Marines already there, before they ran up, saluting, before he handed the Higher Ranked man a few Bounty Posters. One had 'Allen' on it, another 'That Bastard' Galles, and finally 'Metaleye.'

The Ensign explained that they all had been near the ship before the fire started, though Allen had been the one to escape from the flames with another man. The Other two they had lost contact of for now, but they had been looking around. Right now, they were in the middle of the docks.

The Man grinned. "My my, the Lieutenant also suppose to arrive here will be most pleased when he finds that the man who beat him up on Shell Town is here as well." He said.




Clover and Galles were closer to the boat, near the South end of the docks, Allen and Fran closer to them, but in the alleyways with a few Marines still patrolling there. They had already passed by their area, so they should be fine for now.

In the middle of the docks, the Marines were stationed there, with the Lieutenant there right now, along with another one showing up as well. The North end of the Docks is where the Showman Ship is located at, along with Ben, Nemo and Bya aboard it.
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A few words came to mind when Fran read the slightly charred piece of paper Allen handed to him. ‘Damn that razor-fetishist, I knew he was nothing but trouble. He thinks he’s so refined with his razor flicking skills and what’s with him and apples? Always nagging about eating apples and drinking wine!’ yeah, a few words indeed. Apparently, Fran was still pissed about what Benjamin did that morning and it didn’t show any sign of dying out anytime soon. Fran crumpled the piece of paper, actually, he would have suggested to leave the captured barber to rot in whoever’s cell it was that caught him. Besides, what kind of dim witted pirate would get themselves caught and be held hostage. Fran smirked at the thought that Benjamin’s services would be really missed; he was after all just a barber. Who needs a beautician on board a pirate ship?

Allen wanted to march back to the docks where marines probably swarmed in numbers by now. The shipwright deducted that these so-called Showmen Pirates only burned the Paw Print down as a distraction, Fran scratched his head. So why would they have tied a note to an arrow with flames? Wouldn’t that accidentally burn the paper? These halfwits came off as a joke for the navigator. But what bothered Fran was the fact that they drew could have drawn attention to themselves in the process.

As Allen was just about to leave from the cover of the trash bins, Fran quickly tapped his shoulders. “Hey, not that way! You’ll get caught by the marines that are swarming the place!” He motioned his hand for the captain to follow him towards the opposite direction. “We’re headed for the docks right? We can take this route, it’s a shortcut.” Fran led Allen to a steep walk way between a large crack hidden behind a drainage pipe. “I used to go around these shortcut back when I was still a kid.” Said Fran reassuringly. The crack led them directly to the main street where a fewer number of marines were scattered.

Fran casually walked up to a fruit stand along the edge atop of a hill like pavement. The fruit stand was supported by a thick wooden stick to stop it from rolling downhill. As he sneaked closer to the unsuspecting merchant, Fran hid behind a blind spot in the fruit dealer’s field of vision, something that the navigator had perfected from those juvenile days of his. Once he was in a proper position, he kicked the stud off the wheel and watched gravity do its work. The cart slowly shifted down the slope and began to pick up speed, and then Fran shouted “LOOK OUT BELOW!!! FRUIT STAND ON A RAMPAGE!!!” just like that and people began to shout, hurl and run like crazy. A perfect distraction for a pair of wanted fugitives
like Fran and Allen.

“So, shall we?”

The dock was now just a few blocks down the corner and with the uproar Fran caused; it will be an easy trip for the two. The navigator proceeded to walk with much familiarity as he once again led the shipwright to their intended destination. Although the pair had to take a slight detour since a few marine recruits came along to see what the commotion was about. The route led them to the same broken down joke shop Galles went in. The sound of a familiar voice reached Fran’s ear. The navigator followed the voice into the entrance of the shop.

The first thing Fran noticed was the broken door on the ground. Clearly it was kicked from the outside. “Allen, I think I just heard Galles’ voice in here-“ The afro pirate quickly held his tongue when a foul smelling substance wafted out the broken entrance. The smell was so bad that it sent Fran's nose begging for mercy, it smelled like a week's worth of rotten eggs, moldy bread, garlic and Fran's socks. The navigator pinched his poor nose, “Phee-eew... I hope Galles is not doing what I think he’s doing, it stinks, real bad.”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Ohh no he didn't! Not with his razors! Ben was furious he was outraged! HE WANTED TO RIP THE THROAT OPEN OF THIS FAT MUSTACHE BASTARD AND DANCE ON HIS FREAKING CORPSE! But could he? No. And that made him even angrier.

As his own razors cut a wound on his cheek, comically smoke started to emit out of Ben's body as his burning rage heated up his body. His hair lifted up as he fisted his trapped hands and then stare up straight to the mustached man's ugly face! Words didn't come as he tried and time passed to the point of that woman to open her mouth. And oh my god was she annoying..

"Don't Mess With Me!" - Ben shouted annoyed at the persons all around. He then looked straight to the eye of this, this this.. "FAT WALRUS! - Yeah, YOU!," Ben's eyes usually so merry and full of life were filled with anger and death towards this bastard.

It was pure killing intent.

Ben's body cooled down a little after he had said that, but he was still severely pissed and didn't turn his eyes off this bastard. This fucker was the second ugly idiot who had taken Ben's razor's after meeting the crew. And now he was threatening Ben with it.. As a reaction, Ben pushed a little against the man, the razor digging in only a little into Ben's throats side, causing a small wound that dripped little bit of blood.

"If you're gonna kill me, be a man and do it with your own weapon... Coward!" - Like a threatened snake Ben's tone was aggressive and the last word was spat out like the foulest insult in the world. One could swear that his tongue was like a snakes for a moment too..

Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates
Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • ::beli:: : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East Blue

Strength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20

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