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True Artists Never Show-Off; K.
Topic Started: Feb 15 2010, 07:00 AM (5,015 Views)
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The gloved hand blindly found its way around the interior of the cloak, a void of fabric and goodies. It drew up next to one of the sewn-in pockets and dipped two fingers into the compartment. From there it plucked a clip, pulling out quickly once the grip was firm enough; the markswoman had taken time to arrange her ammunition during her first year in the Osula backstreets. Finding the correct bolts came as a second nature when reloading now, even with the addition of newer varieties over time. It was simple muscle memory at its best; the entire process of reloading was also recorded in detail to the point where the sniper could blindly prepare the weapon. Her armed hand flashed through the air, carrying its package and slotting it into the slot prepared by the previous clips ejection. There was a click and then nothing. Simplicity in battle; Dull Bolts loaded.

Not needing to look allowed Clover time to examine the large man as he faltered and fell, his muscular build dotted with the ends of her piercing bolts. It was quite gruesome, the blood breaking out around the metal as the spearheads drove themselves into him; but the sniper still watched each with an attention for detail. Her examination ended on the neck, by then the man was completing his collapse. Quite dead, she was certain. Maybe even before he hit the ground? The morbid aspect of her wished him some slow descent into hell for daring to associate with the fire-arrow man.

Arrows came quicker then expected from the remaining pair, Clover was still finishing the reloading sequence when her eyes picked up on them. The Ranger's arrows had taken up the space where the fallen bodybuilder had been, making them all the more surprising; she didn't have much to react. Thus, Clover shifted on her heels and twisted her hips to deviate her own frame from the projectiles respective paths. The first missed by a good foot or so, the other sliced through her trailing cloak and appeared on the other side with just a piece of fabric to reward its attempt. Their close proximity was enough for the sniper to consider the bow user her next primary target but a small hitch in the target list had occurred.

The woman in the tight suit was beginning to move in, probably making up the range issue by going quite close with her small knives. The Ranger was still showing confidence in his ability too, firing another arrow that had been notched in preparation for her first dodge. They certainly did enjoy giving her a lot to think about, it was blessing that they were very straight forward in their actions. Clover made her measurements and reacted.

Having been on her heels, the markswoman threw her weight forward with a lunge of her shoulder and was quickly on the tips of her cybernetic toes; leaning away from the edge between rooftops that she had drifted towards before. The Acrobat had yet to unleash her drawn knives and instead taken to jumping onto her beaten comrade; an act that suggested the trio didn't much care for each other. The arrow was the priority hazard, but was easy to avoid because of its path was certain; the knives of the acrobat would likely strike as she evaded to catch her out. She needed to prepare a secondary escape to her initial escape; which was far too complicated in the fractions of a second she held. Instead, Clover pushed off from her toes to cross the path of the acrobat heading towards her. She was using her sheer speed to solve the double attack issue.

The arrow nicked the trailing cloak as the masked shooter burst forward, the somersaulting acrobat missing her throws by fractions as the markswoman continued her sudden acceleration. The straight forward dart also hid the ulterior motive, her right hand moving along the shaft of Quadsong to alter its method of shot. She had yet to test her new design in real combat after all. The crossbow's mechanisms were at work as the acrobat landed, swiftly making up the ground on the slowing sniper to swing her blade. Clover had followed her through the slit of the helmet and held position, leaning back as the knife flashed towards her.

Sparks flew as the edge of the knife scraped against the tip of her helmet, the clash of metal not being direct enough to jar the markswoman's sight. She was focused on the acrobat's opened body after the swipe; the front of her crossbow having changed to reveal the results of her labour. The very reason why the weapon was dubbed 'Quadsong'; the Quadshot.

The tips of four blunt bolts were pointed in the direction of the opposing acrobat's gut. There wasn't any hesitation in the snipers thoughts, she was confident in her handiwork and had decided just moments before that she disliked the acrobat for wearing such revealing clothing; she was practically a harlot.

"Soto Impact." The voice was barely audible, a cold whisper laced with more venom then usual. The trigger was tugged and the crossbow came to life as the sound of four strings twanged; the respective four dull bolts flying out towards her opponent. They followed the same path, keeping eerily close to each other then expanding outwards; acting together as a single force on their target. It had fired at the very least, Clover just needed to wait on the results from her chosen test subject for clarification of its effectiveness.
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That was one thing Galles hadn't been expecting. Oh sure, he'd expected a surprise attack from a corner, a gunshot, even the monkey to freak out and give him an excuse to shoot it in the face. He wouldn't have felt bad for the monkey, it would have flushed his partner out and Galles could shoot them both, go up onto the roof and assist Clover. Judging by the slight sounds of combat he was hearing drone in from above, it would be useful if he got up there. But for the monkey to speak, well, that was pretty fucking weird. He turned his head to the monkey when it had stopped struggling but it now speaking caused him to stare blankly for a moment before the monkey started growing, causing him to open his eyes quite widely at the damned thing and he released it just as it pulled away, watching him land on the table. He hadn't even thought to shoot the damn thing.

He moved his pistol a little to aim at the damned thing as it spoke, ready to fire off a shot as he stepped back from the monkey-man. He could hear voices coming in from outside and he recognized them as Fran, though Galles found himself deciding on a course of action. This was taking too long and he needed to get up onto the roof, but now. Time to see if the hours of bouncing around Bijotsu would be paying off. Ignoring the monkey's taunt, he swerved where he stood and shot the stink bomb as he threw it with his tail, the bullet smashing into it and sending both backwards where they hit the wall and rolled towards the outside. Then, while that was distracting the monkey, he slid his pistol into it's holster and rushed forward, plan already set.

Grabbing the monkeyman by the scruff of his neck, Galles whirled him around so that they were in the middle of the room. There was a strange sound like that of metal tensing and the monkey, if he was paying attention, would notice Galles shin area had suddenly turned into silver-blue metal springs. Tightly compacted too...Wait, hadn't he had legs a second ago. The monkey-man was held up a little, Galles showing off his strength as he basically bear hugged the man's legs, keeping him held up above. It was starting to smell horrible in here and Galles' eyes were slightly watering due to the gas and fumes, even though he was no longer in the epicenter. So he had to get out and get onto the roof all in one go while dealing with this bastard. So he was going to get creative.

Looking up at the man he was pinning in a suplex-like position, Galles grinned as he said "Surprise. I'm a devil fruit user too, asshole."

"Avera Shot!"


All the tension was released in an instant and Galles shot up into the ceiling, though the full brunt of crashing through the beams and flooring was left up to the man's skull, thus explaining the purpose of the position he was in quite clearly. The building was a good two story building too. Up into the second floor store room, It took seconds for them to hurtle through the building and he only took minimal scraping or cuts from the wood, mostly on his back. He saw a brief glimpse of clown outfits and maybe a box or two of tricks, a cot in a corner over a window...And then finally they exited the building and flew into the sky.

Behind Clover and her fight with the trio, a cloud of dust seemingly blew through the roof of the building and shot into the sky, leaving a two person sized hole in the roof and the floors below, including a large crack and fissure in the floor of the first room. And up in the sky was Galles, holding the monkey man.

Galles loved this feeling, actually letting out a loud "Wahhhaaa!" that resounded. He was really high up in the sky now too, to the point that he was probably a good nineteen feet in the air above the building. It always felt like he was flying when he did this, a sensation he'd never really experienced anywhere else in his life. Except maybe a few times when he'd jumped off things as a kid, but that was more exhilarating and then painful, not just exhilarating. There were a few wounds covering his back and legs but nothing serious, barely even a drop of blood. The monkey however would have sustained the impact of the ceiling, then the roof, not to mention being hurtled at extreme force.

Oh, and Galles let go of his bear hug now and pushed the man in mid-air, essentially sending him flying off to go smash his head into the street below and even doing a little wave as both men began to descend, the height of the spring's push now reached. Looking down as he began to fall, Galles twisted his body as he moved so that his feet were landing first, the slight angle of the jump allowing him to arc himself towards Clover's position. His hand reached into the side holster for his pistol and he smiled as he pulled it free, now one shot short but still confident he could handle pretty much anything. Now focused, he could see Clover fighting below with what looked like a hooker, an idiot with a big bow and some guy with a bolt sticking out of his neck. Well, at least he wasn't insanely needed...So much for using his ability to 'rush to the rescue'.

He was still in mid-air, though rapidly hurtling close to the building that Clover and the Hooker were on. He was aiming to land feet first, the impact would be absorbed by his springs but anyone under him was going to get smashed into the building. He just hoped it wasn't his newfound markswoman friend.
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 mustached man picked up Ben. Nemo looked in a WTF type of look. The mustached man then rapped his arm around Ben, and took one of Ben‘s own straight razors to Ben’s face, he said. "Nemo, if you do not start fixing up the hole, then well this man's going to be sleeping with the fishes." Nemo just laughed at the thought of him trying to do that same thing on several occasions when he was young, and hell a few just lately as he laughed again. The mustached man then cut Ben’s cheek then took the blade down to Ben’s neck to show just how serious he was.

Nemo laughed out loud, as he put both his hands behind the base of his head and locked his, and said. “You really didn’t think this through, did you old man? One! I don’t know who this guy your hugging is and who’s to even say I would even care if you did slice his throat wide open.” He then turns around and start walking, and stops right in front of the plank of wood he then turns his head to the mustached man, and says with a large smile across his face. “And two all you had to do was ask. you old wannabe barker.” He then squats down to pick up the board tosses it on his shoulder and heads to the ship. When all of a sudden, he pauses in mid stride and says. .“Oh! By the way Ben, you commen or you just gonna lie there in that mans arms all day?”

As he walks to the problem, he gives Bya a look of be careful it wont be much longer till we get our revenge. At seeing this you could almost see a smile cross Bya’s face as he licked his teeth, as Amy continued to screech in his ears.
Edited by gonzo v. nemo, Feb 28 2010, 11:47 AM.
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Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
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As Fran led Allen down the alleys of Loguetown, it hit the man that his Navigator had probably spent a lot of time here as a kid, which probably led to him being able to know this streets as well as he did now. After watching the stand roll down the hill, the Martial Artist laughed before following the man towards where the Joke Shop currently was, as well as where the current fighting was taking place at.

Upon arriving at the scene, Allen quickly pinched his nose up as well, nodding in agreement with Fran as they hoped that the man wasn't doing what they thought he was. "C'mon, let's see what he's d-" He started to say, but was quickly interrupted by the sound of cracking wood. The man's vision was quickly taken towards the top of the building, as he followed the noise of the cracking wood before he saw something keep going into the sky. It took a moment for the Martial Artist to realize what it was: Galles and a Monkey-like Man. Then, Allen saw the Sharpshooter's legs. And he grinned like a mad man.

"Fran! Look, it's Galles! And he's gotten more springy!!" The Captain said, pointing to Galles's legs, before the Sharpshooter let go of the Monkey-Man, as the primate Devil Fruit user started to fall, before getting shot in the chest, causing him to seem to fall faster, as the Carpenter watched. Then, his eyes widened, as he realized that the Monkey Man was going to be falling right on top of Allen and Fran, and knowing Fran's bad luck, they would get hit.

"Move!" He called, pushing his Navigator out of the way some, before rolling out of the way himself. The Monkey-Man fell right where the two men had formerly been standing at, making a crack in the ground while doing so. The man's powers seemed to seep away from him, as he turned back into a human, in which his face was disfigured as well.

In the man's pocket came out a small map that rolled over to where Fran was at. When unrolled, it would show to be a map of the Loguetown docks, along with writing on it. It said where the Marines were most likely to be at, along with where the ship where Ranger would set fire at would be. And where the Showman ship was located at, as well.

Back on the roof, the Acrobat was knocked back from the four shots from the Crossbow, being knocked back from the close range blow, as her knife came out of her hand, sliding along the roof of the building. After a moment, she was somehow able to stand, this time not going to get her knives out. She looked back to the Archer, saying "Get to the Captain..." Slightly weak sounding, before facing towards the Sniper again, trying to get ready for another round with her. As she started forward, though, she was basically smashed down into the building by Galles, the Sharpshooter with the Spring in his step.

During this collision, the Ranger was already acting, producing a rope with a hook on it, attaching it to the front of the building's roof, making sure it was secure quickly, before grabbing it and starting to rappel down the wall. Once he got close enough to the ground, he jumped off, landing, before he was met by someone.

"What're you doing?" Allen said, wondering why the man had been up there in the first place, before the man turned, bringing out his bow in an attempt to hit the man across the face with it so he could escape. Unfortunately for him, the Martial Artist had raised his arms up to defend against the strike, as the wooden weapon met the steel armor on his arms, before quickly cracking and breaking.

Without even giving time for the man to react, Allen brought his foot up, kicking the man square in the gut with it. "Great Kick!" He called, as the Ranger was forced a few steps back, holding him stomach some.




The mustached man simply laughed at the man's and Nemo's words, still holding the razor to Benjamin's neck, even as the small bit of blood fell out of it. "Well, if I was to use my own weapons, they would get too bloodied up, now wouldn't they?" He laughed, before the ticket man started to speak up.

"Until you finish the hole in the wall, Nemo, you will be forced to do it alone. The Man Zark is holding is getting to angry, and if we would let him go, it'd be bound to be troublesome. If you still won't work well..." He gestured to Bya in Amy's arms. "We still have your animal friend." He grinned, as the mime made a gesture of the line across his neck, before his head hung down like he had died.

Zark, the mustached man, gestured the mime over, having him take Ben's other knife, which left him at no weapons at this point. Zark smirked, knowing that even if Benjie tried to attack, it'd probably end up being with his fists.
Edited by Drifter, Mar 2 2010, 01:40 PM.
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The agonizing stench continued to waft around the vicinity. The broken down door was the only opening and acted as a vacuum as it sucked out the foul smelling odor. Fran had narrowly stepped inside the abandoned joke shop when a sudden burst of wood, rubble and dust rained down from the ceiling. He frowned, what was it about wood today? Ever since the navigator set foot on Loguetown there always seemed to be some sort of broken wood around. Or it might be that his luck today with wood is pretty bad, yeah that must be it. Fran took a small step to his right to avoid some debris that fell down from a wide hole atop the vacant shop. The afro pirate tossed his head upward as a reaction to Allen’s finger what pointed at the gaping hole Galles had made.

Fran had to squeeze his eyes to focus on a pair of shadows suspended in mid air. He slowly traced the blue-eyed marksman’s silhouette and found that in place of his legs was a pair of coiled steel. Fran yet again frowned, since when did Galles have steel pegs for legs? Did he somehow loose both of his legs when the marksman separated from the Artisans? Fran kept his puzzled look on when the two shadow split; one faded into the rooftops while the other grew somewhat bigger as it descended down to the pirate duo. Fran was just about to move away from his current position when he felt a powerful shove on his back.

His eyes widen as he was temporarily stunned by the unexpected push. Fran didn’t have time to turn his head around to check who it was that moved him from his spot. He stuttered over his unbalanced steps until he finally crashed face first on a table full of stuffed clowns. The navigator winced and took a moment to let the pain gradually run out of his system. While he laid flat on his belly to recuperate, the monkey-man had fallen out of the sky and down into the hard cemented floor of the deserted gag shop. A piece of bundled up parchment rolled out of his pocket and halted right next to where Fran had stumbled on. Once the pink wearing pirate felt his face heat up from the heap of clown dolls, he quickly pushed himself out and gasped for some fresh air, which unfortunately still reeked of the foul odor from before.

On his attempt to get up, Fran landed his palm on the piece of paper which had been forced out of the monkey-man’s pocket. The paper was scrunched up before the navigator took notice of it. He picked up the now crumpled parchment from the floor. Slowly, Fran walked out of the shop whilst he un-crumpled the map. As he set his foot out the door, Fran spread the paper flatly on the wall. It was a map. There was some random scribble written down across the rough draft of what seemed to be the docks. For an untrained eye, it would appear that some monkey had jotted down jargon. But under Fran’s skilled vision it was easily deciphered as coordinates. Map coordinates to be exact. But there were also some notes written on the left most corner of the diagram.

Fran looked up and caught a glimpse of Allen as he borrowed his boot into an armed man. From what Fran could work out, this man was probably in cahoots with the unconscious primate inside the shop. The navigator walked up to Allen, “This map seems to point toward these guys hideout.” Fran leaned over to see how the archer fared with Allen’s boot and then continued, “I assume this spot...” he pointed out a small mark on the map and showed it to Allen, “...is where we’ll get to see Benjamin again.” There was an obvious annoyance interlaced in Fran’s voice at the mention of the captured barber. Fran stepped back and cupped his hands top his mouth and shouted, “Yo! Galles! And that tin bucket-head, Benjamin’s been held hostage at the docks by these buffoons. And guess what? We’re going to rescue that sad barber.”
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Sky so blue turning red in the end of the day. There is wine, there is apples, there is angels.Beautiful women, good music and all that.. Oh it was all so heavenly..

A paradise on this wicked land of human.. And Benjamin was the king..

He wish. But where was Ben instead? In the most awkward bear hug of a man of the most foul kind, a man who pissed Ben off so much that he was sure he could rip out his heart, shove it down that throat and thus make him shut up.. Without any remorse.

Ahh shit! Ben would had payed a fortune or even given his other kidney if he hadn't had to be in this situation. The worst was that he had to rely on the others, a thing Ben didn't want to do. He had to become strong on his own and this situation showed that even if he was cunning, he wasn't strong.. He had to be strong.

Someday one of his friends would be in trouble and if he hadn't got the strength to help them.. NO... Ben would rather die then to let that kind of thing happen.. A fate that would come for him if he didn't get stronger.

But also, this was a time not to worry, this was a time to focus. He was being threatened by a man with the utmost worse facial hair and no sense of honor.. Sniff.. Uh.. This also very stinking man was threatening Ben and insulting him by indicating that Ben's blood wasn't good enough to be spilled on this fat bastards weapons..

But Ben didn't want to die! He wanted to see the world! He thought to himself; "I wanted to explore! I wanted to feel, taste, see and hear all the wonders of the world! I wanted to peek in the womans bath and see the legendary Amazon Lily! I mean be good for my friends and protect them while in need. Have a wife and a kid as I got older! NO, I STILL WANT THOSE THINGS! I WILL NOT DIE HERE! GOD DAMN IT! LADIES BATH! I mean! FUCK YOU WALRUS!" - The last phrase echoed in his head as Ben choose a path!

Ben was just ready to try and move his body and plunge at this mustached man without a care of what might happen, as he suddenly sneezed on the insolent coward, excuse of a man! But never the less, this reaction caused Ben not only to stop his attack, but made his own razor to dig a little into him and cause more blood to slowly stream down the fine blade of Ben's razor and of his own pale skin. As this cooled Ben down, he was left to wonder was he really getting a cold.. And he snooze again. Okay, this was getting annoying!
Edited by Wayne, Mar 1 2010, 07:56 AM.

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Quadsong had fired quite nicely but her target had remained standing despite the direct hit; albeit a weak tone and loss of her former grace. And without that, the acrobat didn't strike Clover as a threat any longer, she would rather ignore her and finish off the Ranger who had tried to burn her ship but instead the dis-likable female was making a nuisance of herself. The tightly-clad harlot stumbled forward in a threatening manner, though the sniper was hardly fazed since she was lacking any blades. She simply aimed the quad-barrel of her crossbow towards her with little interest. Another volley of blunt bolts were lined up and ready to fire; the markswoman was already pleased with herself for creating the new mechanism which was working perfectly.

It was at that point her instincts kicked in, an innate sense of awareness for danger flagged up by an abstract noise from above. Without much thought, the cybernetic female took a step backwards which gave the acrobatic harlot a brief flash of confidence. It was quickly crushed, almost too literally as Clover watched the great weight of something land on her heavily. The roof broke beneath the crushed female, sending her down into the floor below with a crunch, barely giving much ground for the lander to balance out on. Still, he managed to spread his feet and stare down at the hole beneath. The markswoman noticed who it was despite the centuries old dust cloud that had been released.

Him! The desire to find the Ranger faltered and vanished at the sight of Galles, the four points of the crossbow lowering down to the floor as her arms became a bit weak by his presence alone. She sought for that azure glow and found it. Bliss. The tenderness of the moment died when she noticed his legs. They were metallic and... spring-like? The notion confused her and reasoning didn't come till she compared him to herself. He was a cyborg too? And on his legs as well...? But that meant...was it fate!?

Clover gasped, raising her freed hand to clasp at the air in front of her mouth as a fist; preventing the small squeak that had escaped her lips from travelling very far. Her cheeks had gone a sharp hue of red again whilst her chest felt heavier then usual. The fairytale day dreams were featuring again; he had rescued her from the cruel harlot who had tried to cut her throat with the jagged knife of jealousy! He had looked at them both from his position in the sky and chosen her over the slut in tight clothing! She knew her role was to wait for a classy one liner that would melt her heart but she couldn't contain her words.

"Th-thank you."

Mentally Clover cursed, she had stuttered in front of Galles again and used the meek feminine voice once again. The idiot was late if anything, she had to fight all three of them at one point, having dealt with the biggest threat on her own and had practically defeated the harlot...if anything, he had stolen her...

Where was the Ranger? The Clover snapped her attention to where the man had been, preventing another day-dreaming moment of Galles stealing her away, and found the bow user to be missing. Missing was better then shooting them at least. Acting on her natural instincts rather then further love sickness, the sniper hopped between the two rooftops that had separated the Showman Pirates from herself during the combat; ignoring the very dead brute who wasn't getting up ever again. She looked for where the rope lead, spotting the archer but also a figure from the docks. Or more specifically: Allen. She watched silently as the Shipwright brought down the Ranger; not displaying anything too flashy. He was adequate she supposed. Didn't strike her as Captain material...

Next the loud voice of the blubbering dimwit caught her attention, particularly his use of bucket-head. Hadn't she kicked him hard enough to stop such a name? Wasn't that how males displayed dominance in a group; through shows of strength and violence? Maybe Fran was still being defiant, she could fix that. Her concerns were hardly centered on the Benjamin problem, whoever he was. They were more focused on the 'Have these two idiots stopped my ship from burning?' angle, they had done it quickly if that was the case. She only had reason to pester them if they hadn't but...

The markswoman found herself staring at Galles again. If he went, would she follow? Inwardly she nodded despite being annoyed at the fact. What was so special about him anyway?
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The sensation of flying up and then falling like a meteor was insanely pleasant to Galles. It was freedom incarnate, being in complete defiance of ground and people for a short time before unfortunately hurtling back down to the Earth. He looked behind him and saw the monkeyman landing hard on the ground and snickered as he said, momentarily loopy from adrenaline and excitement, "Serves you right. I should have gutted you too- Wait, where am I falling?" and he turned to look down. All he saw was a blue body suit and a terrified pair of eyes. "Oh shi-"

Boom.

It had not exactly been his intention to smash-land on top of the skin suited wearing acrobat but there it was. He'd come down extremely fast from the sky and he'd had about three seconds to register the impact before both legs -slammed- into the woman's body like a boulder falling from the sky. She was planted hard into the roof and it indeed cracked and spat up a cloud of dust that Galles pulled himself out of, seconds before the hole formed. He had moved back quickly as the woman fell through the floor, him leaning forward to look into it. Yep, that wasn't pretty. The woman had fallen into an old abandoned blacksmith shop. Needless to say, the results of smashing into a pile of old weapons were not pretty to behold. He turned his head away in a look of disgust, though to Clover it might be taken differently then disgust in the bloodshed.

He looked now to Clover and his face turned into a brief smile, a rather sheepish one as he neglected to realize the 'Ranger' was running away from them. He was more worried the Markswoman would be angry with him, she seemed to have a prideful streak and he had invaded her battle. "Err, don't tank me. I'm just glad you're okay...Boss. Sorry about that. I didn't have a chance to pick my landing, it was either on top of her or you." he said now, turning to look towards the edge of the building now. He relaxed now that all immediate threats were gone, his azure eyes turning to look over the building until he realized he was still bouncing in place a little. His legs were still springs. Clover seemed to have noticed but thankfully didn't ask for an explanation to his condition. Understood his powers, understood the reason, still fuzzy on how to explain it all.

'Oh this? Don't worry, it's nothing. See, I ate a weird fruit shaped like green plum with spikes on it that tasted like what I imagine the bottom of the ocean floor tastes like. I can turn my body into springs now and it lets me bounce really high or tighten and hit stuff, haven't really found much else use for it now. Oh and I don't think I can eat sushi, or swim. I haven't tried either of them since I ate it. So we're cool right?'

Clover seemed agitated and he looked over as she headed towards the other building without any more conversation, wordlessly bounding across the small gap and looking down. Galles, after a second, followed behind her and his small 'leap' over the gap actually sent him bouncing over to the middle of the building. He landed there with a thud and dust kicked up as he wobbled, unbalanced by the unexpected springyness...He would admit readily he was still getting used to his powers. The fact that the springs compressed and contracted like muscles was difficult to get used to and he had some adjusting to do. Once he righted himself he moved over towards the edge of the building, glancing down in time to hear Fran. And he shook his head quietly at the explanation that Fran gave as to what happened to Benjie and that these men had been part of his team of Captors, it seemed.

He sighed aloud now. Only Benjamin could get himself -kidnapped- just when Galles had found the rest of the crew. Glancing over at Clover now, he didn't notice her gazing back at him and he found himself deciding what to do. If he left now, it wouldn't be honoring his small debt to her, plus she was handy to have around. If he stayed, the entire act of coming to Loguetown was moot and beyond pointless; An exercise in futility. And he wanted to sail with these guys now, he had a small inkling in the back of his mind that they'd be his ticket into the Grand Line. Where he went from there he didn't care...But that place was where he wanted to be. Hopefully free of any Bounty Hunters trying for his head for the most part.

His choice was already made even before he decided it, because he already knew what -he- wanted. And that was to go on and get to the Grand Line and see just how far the road went on. "Come on boss." he said suddenly, turning to Clover and actually grabbing her around the waist with one arm. He was thankful he'd kept his springs present because if he hadn't his next act would have been nay suicidal: He hopped over the side of the building, holding Clover. The drop was quick and he landed in front of Allen and Fran with a loud 'twang' and began bouncing in place as his springs recoiled around, but that was it. A little tinge of pain in his feet but really the springs absorbed the impact and recoil exceptionally well. And once he'd landed, he let go over Clover and made sure she landed on her feet, the springs on his legs slowly melting back into flesh as he stood there.

"Let's go rescue that guy before we have to leave him behind, hm?" he said, shaking a little bit of dust off himself. He wouldn't feel regret if Clover decided not to tag along, though he'd miss her watching his back even for the short time it had been. If it hadn't been for her, he might've missed the three on the roof. And he would have also died out in the ocean twice, once if he hadn't found her ship and starved to death and the other if she hadn't woken him before they hit Loguetown, he might've sank the Paw Print and drowned. So he did owe her a little, but not enough to give up his freedom.
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Nemo carries the wooden boards to the hole, and examines the damage. he just shakes his head at the sight of the damage he’s expected to repair, and yells out. “What have you idiots been doing with this ship? Trying to make rocks disappear into wood, or trying to cut a ship in half with cannon balls.” He heads back to the crew to gather the tools he is going to be needing for the job.

Nemo hears another man say, while he was walking back to the tools. “You will be forced to do it alone. The Man Zark is holding is getting to angry, and if we would let him go, it'd be bound to be troublesome.” Nemo hearing this couldn’t help himself he just had to say. "KIDS! KIDS! That’s enough if you cant play nice, I’m gonna have to turn this boat around right here and now.” as Nemo just laughed under his breath.

As Nemo gets to the tools, he looks at Zark and says. “Hay propeller face! You ladies do know, that with me alone this may take a 20 to 24 hours to finish. By that time, the marines here on this island will have ya’ll locked up. But with the help of that man your cuddling with, I might have this done in a 9 hours, half a day max. Ya give me Bya to help me work, we could have this done in 9 hours max. And hell all three of us working you’d be looking at 5 hours max. So how’s about it bark.” Tools in hand Nemo then goes back to the hole in the ship to start the slow job and starts removing the broken and damaged boards from the now growing hole while he sings. “the hyena pirates and the joke they follow.”

Bya just looked at the mime liking his lips. Thinking how it was going to be nice to kill these idiots.
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
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As the Ranger stepped back, Allen moved again, jumping up in the air as he spun his leg around, performing a spinning kick in the air to the man. "Tornado Kick!" He said, as the man did a spin, before running right into the side of the building, which caused him to fall unconscious due to the kick that sent him into the building.

As the Carpenter turned back around, he looked at the map that Fran had gotten from the pocket of the Monkey-Man. He quickly scanned over the map, finding where Fran said the place where their Barber probably was at after he explained it to the Captain. After looking at where the boat was, and where they were, he frowned slightly, pointing to part of the map that was in the middle of the two locations, where the Marines were located at the moment. "Can you tell me where that's located at? Along with what's there?" He said, before looking up and seeing Galles and the Armored man starting to jump down after them.

Seeing the Sharpshooter and Sniper land, Allen couldn't help but watch the man's spring-like legs for a moment. But almost as soon as he had landed, they started to dissolve back into his normal legs. The Martial Artist grinned again, thinking it was cool to have someone among his crew with a power like that. "Once we get out to sea, you'll be explaining what happened after you left on Bijotsu," He chuckled, turning back to Fran, before turning to Clover.

"Oh, by the way, your boat is mostly fine... Though it is slightly charred on the top of it." He said, scratching the back of his head lightly with his right hand, his other hand held at his side. "Fran and I were able to keep the rest of the ship fine, but it's just the top of the deck that's the worst, and I had to take out a few planks to try and stop the fire from spreading." He said, hoping that he wouldn't be on the other end of whatever kind of weapon the man had with him.

Still awaiting an answer from his Navigator, Allen turned towards the docks some, scanning the ships as he looked out at the ocean to make sure no Marine ships were coming their way. "Oh, by the way, the people who attacked us and your ship, are known as the 'Showmen Pirates' apparently." He said, before turning towards them again. "Fran already found out that their ship is at the North docks of this side of Loguetown. I'm not sure how many more crew members they have, but if we want to get rid of them and get Ben back, we'll probably have to leave now." He said in response to Galles suggestion to go get Benjie back now.

Turning back around, he said to Fran: "Also, Fran, since you seem to know your way around here pretty well, could you guide us to that part of the Pier?" He asked, looking at him, hoping that he knew how to get their quickly.




"That would be good..." The Ticket Master said, smirking. "If you would just shut your freakin' mouth and start working on it. But, alas, since you will not do as such, we will shut it for you to keep you quiet." He said, snapping his fingers, as the mime rolled up his sleeves. The Shipwright was probably just getting to the point where he was setting on the new boards, when he would feel a gag going around his mouth, being tied from behind in order to shut him up.

Zark was smirking throughout this, and for some weird reason, his grip was loosening up on poor old Benjie. This momentary slip up would probably deem useful to the Barber, as it would allow him to probably move a little bit, maybe even enough to try and knock away one of the mustache's arms away from around his body some.

All this time, Amy was still gushing over the Penger, still doing her trademark "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh' over the weird creature, her cybernetic arms still around the animal to keep it in it's spot.
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Fran’s eyes never left Galles’ steel springy legs for the entire duration that the marksmen used to jump down. The navigator’s eyes followed the blue tinted springs as it wobbled and recoiled as it slowly melded back into his feet. Then it struck Fran. It was one of those so-called devil fruits, in his few years as a member of the Strawbeard pirates; a handful of his crewmates had eaten the cursed fruit. They say that the taste was far from bearable, it was disgusting. And from the very first bite you take, you are doomed to forever lose the ability to swim in the vastness of the seven seas. It is quite a pickle for any pirate who wished to conquer the New World. However, it is not a price to pay without its rewards. The devil fruit instil a demonic power to whoever manages to eat one. Captain Strawbeard himself did say that for everything you receive, you also give out something of equal value.

Once the distraction was lifted out of sight, Fran somehow found his eyes on the overly dressed man. It was actually the first time he had a good long look at him. He was really nothing out of the ordinary, save for the fact that he dresses funny and wears a tin hat. Moreover, he doesn’t seem to speak much, Fran did not that he seemed to always stare at Galles for some reason. This tightly clothed man sure was shady, not to mention weird. Fran was quite positive he sweated like crazy under those thick layers rags. It wouldn’t come off as a surprise if this so-called ‘boss’ of Galles fainted from heat stroke. Then again, it would be a huge burden to carry a big lump of clothes whilst they sneaked around.

A miniscule smile emerged from Fran’s lips; he heard Galles mention leaving behind Benjamin Hurd, a very pleasing idea for the navigator. But he also knew quite well that Allen wouldn’t leave anyone behind, sadly. Fran firmly stretched out the piece of worn out parchment and pointed on a small ‘x’ on the map, “I’m guessing this point is where these Showmen Pirates are, come on follow me.” He re-rolled the paper and roughly slid it into his shoulder bag. Fran briskly walked down the alley and made a sharp right turn. He knelt down as he motioned for everyone to stop. It would appear that there were more marines who patrolled the area than before. He frowned, “It looks like the dock’s office went ahead and called for marines.” The navigator took out the map again and quietly studied it.

“Ah, bingo!”

Fran quickly thrusted the map back to his bag and sped away. He expertly moved through the complex walk ways that connected Loguetown together until he finally reached the dock. The afro pirate was caught by surprised to see a small battalion of marines assembled in the vicinity. He brought his right palm to his face. “It just keeps getting better...” of course Fran was being sarcastic, not only did the marines almost occupy the harbor, but they also had two fairly large ships neatly parked. Fran turned back. “Well ok, the Showmen’s hideout is just north of here, which means we need to get across.” He pointed at the large gap between them and the other side of the port. “Which unfortunately, as you can see, is right over there. The bad news is, there are no other detour that can get us across, this is the only route available.”

There really wasn’t much of a choice available, Fran was just about to suggest someone be a bait to lure the marines to the other side of the dock while everyone else made a break for it to save Benjamin. But as he crept near Allen, he accidentally stepped on an empty bottle of rum and toppled sideways. The pink –wearing man was thrown down the pavement and out of the safety of the shadow.

“IT’S HIM!!! I can remember that stupid pink garb anywhere!!!”

Fran tilted his head up, it was the dock official he had hit earlier, shit. The gig was up, and since he knew he could not drag Allen and Galles down he hurriedly grabbed the crumpled map and threw it back as he picked himself up and ran the other way. Immediately a small group of marine recruit broke away from their formation and gave chase to the now wanted navigator. Fran wasn’t the quickest of pirates, but he knew Loguetown like the back of his hand, which hopefully will be more than enough an advantage to lose the marines behind him. One way or another he had to shake them off.
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

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Benjie didn't know was it the fact that he had snoozed on the man twice or what that made him loose on his grip, but neither did he really care. Stepping on his toes or kicking him would be easier now as he had more mobility. Only problem was the other people in the room..

Attacking mustache man first was the prime option.. Ben thought as his eyes moved from person to person while observing them. Well, as much as he could watch around he did for the time he thought to think. The mime was focusing on Nemo and the Girlie, who wasn't so bad looking either and actually took Ben's eyes for a little bit too long time. Only thing that pulled him bag was the fact he could feel his razors presence near his own throat.. Yeah, the girlie.. She couldn't move or the beast she was holding would probably maul her. Ben didn't want to see that, but it secured the way he should move.

Nemo, the shipwrigth complained and talked some useless shit. These people obiviously didn't care about anything. But all that bullcrap gave Ben the distraction to think all through again and set the quick thought plan in motion.. He would first attack the mustache man, quickly slash the clown, move beside Nemo and throw him at the ticket man..

While Ben himself would rescue this beautiful lady! No, she was evil! She was on their side! - No, she was probably just captured and forced for this.. She is so innocent.. A war of two sides brake off in Ben's head. The sides were of the side of friendship, common reason and honor and the side of love, not-self-noted-idiocy and honor! They fought for what seemed like hours, and hours and hours. It all turned from days to weeks, from weeks to months, from months to years.. Until they ended up in a draw settlement in which Ben would let the beast go and steal a kiss.. It seemed well and in reality it took only two seconds.

And so the progress started. Ben felt the blood move back to his fingers, that were more then quick enough for this guy. So Benjie reached for the tang of the razor that still remained on his belt, and yanked it upwards to throw it at the walrus man's face. This distraction would probably be enough for Ben to kick the man to the front of his shin, all to get Ben free and make him able to move on with the plan of so high quality garbage!

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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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The markswoman stared towards him as she continued her mental criticism, no longer blushing and dim by the sight of him alone. He wasn't that special at all...ignoring the illuminated azure of his eyes, he had awful fashion sense, poor sailing skills, had nearly killed her twice and was...walking towards her. Why would he? What?

That he was still calling her 'Boss' was strange though slightly intriguing; he had been rather insistent on only working till Loguetown but was still referring to her as that, she found herself grinning a little but wasn't really sure why. The name alone served as a distraction as he wrapped his arm around her waist, Clover flinching at her hips on touch. She flicked her eyes towards him, about to shout something to prevent him from groping her so freely but instead mumbled; the furnace was heating up to full as she was reeled in closer to Galles.

Then they dropped.

Used to such descents, Clover didn't really need to be held or aided over the short drop; though was hardly vocal of this fact due to the endless embarrassing situations the azure-eyed man was forcing upon her. Speaking during such events just produced a meek and barely audible voice which was hardly convincing. A portion of her was suspicious now of his treatment of her; it wasn't the usual relationship two males shared from her studies. A guy didn't help a guy jump off a building; they did it one after the other and laughed stupidly at their own machoness. So why was he helping her?

A bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of her forehead, reaching her red-hot cheeks and evaporating. It meant too things; he knew about her or he was ga-

Thud. The pair landing distracted her, Clover instinctively bending her knees and allowing the cybernetic limbs to settle before moving again; they were used to such drops and quite sturdy after years of tinkering and improvements. Regrettably, she chose to separate herself from Galles the instant he let go off her waist; being unable to think straight whenever he touched her was becoming an annoying occurrence. She even turned her back to him to prevent any distraction, instead observing the unconscious Ranger. Were they just going to leave him? The sniper glanced down at Quadsong by her side; sadly a clip of Dull Bolts were still loaded but that didn't mean...

The helmet rose to stare at Allen as he started talking about her ship, raising a hidden eyebrow as he mentioned something about the deck being destroyed. If they had ruined her ship, why hadn't they then fixed it? Why were they even present? She had the whole situation under control; the pair was just shirking from their assigned duties. Her intentions towards both of them grew darker; the cry baby idiot could die quickly, he had no bounty and was unimportant. Allen would be allowed to live to simply suffer at Marine hands whilst she got richer. Sadly Galles was still present and agreeing to the plan of rescuing this 'Benjamin' person, preventing her from expressing her concerns both vocally and physically. Quadsong returned to the shroud of her cloak. In time.

One person she didn't spare mercy to was the Ranger, as the others followed Fran on their wild goose chase to the docks; the markswoman hung back. Turning, she raised her right foot and ejected the nasty selection of hooks and jagged ends from her shins and feet; leaving he foot to hang over the unconscious man. A small flash of the Bounty Hunter from Osula made her hesitate a bit, till she remember he had left her. Thunk. A heavy stamp straight onto the man's spine with her sharp footwear, the man twitching in his unconscious state; he didn't wake, there was no need to answer the pain when death quickly followed. She withdrew her leg, retracting the bloodied blades and left the man to his quick death.

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"..." It wasn't hard to keep up with the trio, though things rapidly deteriorated once their sketchy plan was explained by fearless leader Fran. So fearless, that he would sacrifice himself as bait to increase the success rate of the doomed scheme by luring the large group of marines towards his location. Intentional or not, Clover watched the hopeless Navigator stumbled to his feet before scampering off as the swarm ran after him. A job well done, but not worth commenting on.

Glancing both ways, the sniper chose to step out into the now vacant area with far more grace. The marines at the dock seemed to be poorly co-ordinated, all of them had ran of in pursuit of a single troublemaker... that seemed unlikely. She watched for the typical signs, they would have jumped her on sight alone; Clover was very aware of her own Bounty Poster. Maybe the traps were laid out further in the dockyard then? Or at least some more patrols would be searching. Best that she let one of the other two lead so they could spring the traps; preferably Allen. He seemed next most expendable.

"Allen." She called out, voice returned to that low grunt that seemed very insistent on its orders being followed. Whilst silence was her preferred choice, getting the job done properly was a greater concern for the Sniper. Then the pair of freeloaders could repair her ship. "Lead the way, I don't know what your friend looks like." Clover finished, nodding her head in the direction of the docks. Hopefully he was a willing sacrifice like Fran.
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To Allen's comment, Galles grinned a bit and tried to figure out what to say about it now, though he didn't really think there was much that was appropriate...He could explain how he'd hunted the thing down on Bijotsu after stealing that book that was probably rightfully the entire crew's, but he didn't care enough to actually bother with it. Allen was understanding, he didn't particular care about Benjamin and Fran's opinions and, well...He personally didn't feel bad about it. So he ended up shrugging a little at Allen's comment and saying "I'll tell ya about it sometime, sure." before Allen continued. A good thing that Clover's ship hadn't burned up though he wasn't sure why, they could probably use it to get out of here after this madness was over...Of course no one suggested to just leave Benjie behind.

Then again, he was a friend. An 'Artisan Pirate' as this group had come to be known now and in a sense he was usefulish. He hadn't actually seen the man's fighting style or...much else about him for that matter. But he was at least part of the group. He let everyone talk now and just glanced to Clover once. He knew she was a woman and though he normally didn't treat women differently, he had at least felt compelled to take her down with him. He didn't understand it so much as he just accepted it. That didn't mean however that when Allen and Fran started moving that Galles wouldn't follow. He'd paid his debt, or as close to it as he was actually going to allow himself to pay it off. She wasn't important enough to actually pay back all the way if she wasn't coming along...He'd never see her again.

Everyone's muted reaction to his power didn't actually seem to register, though Galles was getting used to it slowly. He hadn't even cared about the possible downsides, never once considered what it'd mean if he fell into the water now or ate at a sushi bar. The power was whatever it was and the downside was whatever it was. For a Pirate like him, eating this akuma no mi was just another step in freedom. It had it's downside sure...But then, everything up to this point that he'd done to be free had it's upside and it's downside. He'd kept himself alive to this point though, so he'd been doing something right at least.

His thoughts broke as Allen and Fran relayed the gritty details: Showmen Pirates. He'd heard of them, semi-active in East Blue and all insanely flashy, modeling themselves all after big top performers or something...Or Clowns. They were clowns right? He honestly didn't know. Benjamin had the misfortune of being captured by these clowns and now they had to go rescue him before something bad happened or they got bored and led him behind. Everyone moved at once it seemed and Galles was quick to follow behind the Captain and the man who actually knew where they were going, though he noticed at first that Clover was following behind...Then stopped. He kept moving for a bit with the other two before something caught his ears and he glanced back, just in time to see the woman slamming her foot into the downed 'Ranger' and cutting off his life, though he turned away shortly. Not that he had any problem with the notion...It was a good one, ending a potential threat before it became one.

No, he just didn't want her knowing he saw. He moved to catch up to Fran and they continued on, Clover re-joining them and Galles gave her a brief nod, though there wasn't much more. "Once we get Benjamin out of here, what's the plan?" he said now, looking to Allen as he spoke and hoping the answer would be a good one...Until they stumbled onto a group of Marines. He had stopped dead in his tracks and he'd been preparing himself to move when Fran stumbled blindly out into the group. Distraction or accident, it worked. The accident prone man moved off into the streets leading the Marines on a fun chase after instructing them where to go. That was nice, the only man who knew his way around the place it seemed was going off to play with the Marines. Fun times.

Wasting no further time mentally groaning, Galles moved behind Allen as quickly as he could once Clover made the suggestion for the man to lead on, reaching behind his back and tugging free his pistol, making sure it was the fully loaded one. He didn't have the same inclination as Clover, his reflex was something much, much darker. Seeing Marines again had made the skin on the back of his neck tingle and if anyone noticed they'd see a bit of anger work it's way into his eye before he banished it. That fucking thing from Gray Island. As he moved, Galles double-checked his gun. Oh, it was true. That thing had been in North Blue and they were in the East. But he didn't think that'd stop the creature, not a chance. He wasn't afraid anymore, at least not of the idea of the creature...He just really didn't want to encounter it again.
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"Getting the hell outta here," Allen said to Galles, moments before the Navigator of the Artisan Pirates fell out into the open of the streets after falling over the conveniently placed rum bottle. Once he was there, he was not only thrown into the sights of the small Division of Marines that were there, he ran for it, which made them start chasing him through the streets of Loguetown.

Staying back in the shadows still, the Captain caught the now crumpled map in his hands before the man finished running off into the alleys of Loguetown. If what his Navigator had told them was true, then it looked like they were going into some rough territory. If they were going to do this as soon as possible, then they'd want to get to Benjie now and then get him before finding Fran again and getting the hell out of Loguetown.

"Looks like we have no choice," Allen sighed, scratching his head slightly before handing the map to one of the two people behind them, hoping that one of them would be able to make it out more than he would ever be able to. He was a Carpenter, not a Sailor or a Navigator, so he hoped that Galles would be able to at least read a basic map with drawings on it.

The Pirate then took one more glance around, hoping that the coast would be mostly clear. "C'mon, let's hope that this all goes well," He said, stepping out of the shadows quickly, taking Clover's gesture to lead forward, before starting to make a run for the other side of the docks so that they would be able to make it to the Showman ship with no problems. Hoping that Galles and the armored man were behind him, the Martial Artist made it almost halfway towards their destination, as he started thinking that they just might be able t-

"HALT, ARSONIST!!!!" A very loud voice yelled out from one of the two Marine ships that weren't as big as Fran had originally thought that they were. From one of the ships came a medium sized Division made up of around fifteen regular Ensigns each with their own Marine directed weapon, while a Lieutenant Junior Grade walked in front, dressed for the part, with his own hat and two swords around his belt. He was glaring at Allen right now, before his eyes started to glare at the two people who had probably walked out of the shadows. "So, 'That Bastard' Raylem and 'Metaleye' are also here." He growled out, recognizing their bounty posters immediately, as well as he knew Allen's. "Division, deal with them!" He yelled, as the Ensigns all nodded, starting to run towards the three people.

"Keep going!" Allen yelled, having stopped running for a moment before continuing to run forward towards where the ship would be at. He was going on pure adrenaline right now, and that allowed him to keep running. The Captain wasn't at all worried that they would probably be able to take down the Ensigns, but their numbers did somewhat worry the Captain, and having three people against fifteen would mean that there would be five Marines per person, and that didn't exactly seem likening to the Captain.

Looking up, the Pirate did see a few more ships in the distance, one of them even having a skull and cross bones that had a Magician's hat on the skull and two wands where the bones would be.




As the Marines were chasing the Unlucky Navigator, he would quickly find out that they did indeed know a lot about Loguetown themselves as they were following the Stamina whore of a Pirate. But not growing up on the backstreets of the town, they would probably get lost somewhat easily if the man decided to take a few shortcuts while doing so.

If the Pirate was smart enough, it would almost seem as if they were trying to lead the man somewhere, since they broke off into two groups at one point to corral the man into an empty dead end alley.




Still being distracted by the Mime tying the gag around the Shipwright's mouth, the Mustached man failed to realize what was going on until it was too late, getting hit in the face with the blade before feeling the pain sensation of it, which made him unconsciously bring his hands up to his face, not to protect it, but to protect his mustache.

The mime, wondering what was going on, turned to see what the problem was. When he saw that Zark had let go of the Barber, he tilted his invisible hat some, before rolling up his invisible sleeves to make him seem tougher, before starting to send a punch at the Barber's torso. If the man moved, then the mustached man would be hit in the gut.

During this time, the Ticket person started to get scared, as he started creeping towards the door of the room to get out of the room.

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