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| Nary | Mar 7 2010, 06:37 AM Post #61 |
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Artsy Lurker
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By now, Fran had already ran for a good mile or so. He turned around to check how many of the marines that chased him were left. His eyes bulged, none. The navigator had hoped that with the speed he had mustered in his legs and his wit about the geography of the island, he would have lost at least half of the men who tailed him. Fran hopped over a wooden hurdle and kicked the pile of fire wood so that they’d roll down the streets. The pirate continued his way with a sharp turn between a small leeway between the stalls. Of course, a few marines stumbled upon the fire wood that rolled down the floor. But they were quick to get up from such a tiny mishap and proceeded to hunt down the criminal. The pink wearing pirate had to admit, these marine recruits were tough to lose, as if they knew the very streets of Lougetown. To make matters worse, once Fran was in the clearing, a new batch of marines had anticipated his route and completely blocked off the main street. To buy himself some time, Fran had to yet again kick a few more stalls, this time around, it was fruits and vegetables. But the obnoxious pirate didn’t stop there. Fruits and vegetables are too easy, so he went all out. He moved to the side and found a large crate covered with a patched-up black cloth, and from the navigator’s experience this crate usually holds an animal. He quickly grabbed the cloth and flung it off. There it stood; a majestic twelve foot tall behemoth. It had a pair of sharp yellow eyes that comfortably sat on both sides of its oblong shaped head, a pair deadly tusk that protruded upward from the sides of his mouth, gleaming purple fur stood proud over tons upon tons of raw muscle and a long powerful tail complete with a row of jagged bone like spikes. It was a Luciusaurous Boarex, one of the deadliest beast that one could ever hope to lay eyes upon. Its fury was legendary and its strength was proportionally equal to its massive size, strength that had laid waste to countless villages that was unfortunate enough to stray on its path. Fran was astounded to his find. He knew that the dock of Loguetown was a check point for various exotic animals, but to actually find a Luciusaurous Boarex? Lady Luck must have laughed a whole week for this to have happened. The overwhelmed pirate quickly drew out one of his six blades and roughly slashed open three heavy locks, the size of his head each. As the chopped locks fell down the floor, Fran hurriedly stepped aside, lest he wanted to be the first to get trampled by the oversized wild boar. It didn’t take long before boarzilla sprang out of the reinforced steel cage and immediately thrashed the whole marketplace. With the new diversion the afro pirate had so cunningly deployed, he quietly sneaked out of the crowd. Or so he thought. As he skilfully navigated through the back alleys he took a wrong turn on the 41st street and ended up in a dead end. A towering pile of bricks stacked upon one another which enclosed the whole are. Fran lightly scratched his scalp, “This wasn’t here before.” Indeed it wasn’t, but after months of absence in the bustling island, the pirate should have expected that a few of his usual escape routes would have been ‘modified’. As Fran turned around, a handful of dark shadows crept up the sealed alley. “Cease and desist! You are under arrest!” Fran jolted his head upwards, half a dozen set of white and blues stood in front of him. Marines! While Fran was annoyed that the Luciusaurous Boarex didn’t finish off his pursuers, he did take note that some of them didn’t make it out unscathed while others were short of breath. The pirate started to count, “...three, four, five and six. So there are six of you and one of me. This is hardly fair, for you guys that is.” He dropped the pair of harpoons down to the ground and extracted a dozen swords out of his shoulder bags before the pink donned pirate set it besides the spears. Fran inserted all six of his katana to his purple sash, three on each side. The navigator spread his legs apart and lowered his body, he then sent both his hand to his sides. With one quick motion, Fran unsheathed all of his blades. His arms rose to shoulder level, in between each finger rested the handle of the sword. The swordsman drew a deep breath as he could clearly feel the marines readied themselves. “I guess this is a good time as any to try out my new sword style, count yourselves luck gentlemen.” With both arms stretched wide and the blades on his fingers, Fran put forth his right leg forward. “Anything Goes Sword Style – Fukusuutou-Ryuu: Neko Neko Sumakku (Multiple Sword Style: Cat Smack)” Fran’s posture then produced a faint shadow which gradually grew more apparent. The blades in his hand were like claws, the glint in his eyes was that of a wild feline and his ferocity was beast-like. Meow A fat black tubby cat fell down out of nowhere and landed squarely on the swordsman’s head. It quickly stood upright. Its large clumsy paw playfully scratched the air and his extra large belly protruded prominently in his figure. The marines were once again drawn aback as a large bead of sweat trickled down on the back of their forehead. As the pirate felt the sudden increase of weight on his head, he wondered. What could it be? Then the tubby cat’s thick black tail graced the navigator’s face.“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! ERASE THAT! E-R-A-S-E!” Fran shook his head furiously, the cat quickly jumped off his head and retreated to the safety of the shadows. And besides, the image Fran expected of the stance was all wrong. He then once again crouched down, and redid his stance. “Anything Goes Sword Style – Fukusuutou-Ryuu: Neko Neko Sumakku (Multiple Sword Style: Cat Smack)” This time around, the navigator was sure he got the message across, he smiled, “Yeah, that’s more like it.” Edited by Nary, Mar 7 2010, 07:02 AM.
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan 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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| Wayne | Mar 7 2010, 08:15 AM Post #62 |
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Gummy Bears
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Graping his razor from the air and while turning around take the other one from the Mr. Sensitive-about-my-mustache's hand. The fact that he had actually backed off and covered his face to protect those ridiculous things actually made Ben feel little sad and he was feeling bad for the guy. Ripping them off hair by hair would be fun, never the less. Ben's eyes widened as he gained focus on the situation. The Mime had prepared something, that much he had seen from the corner of his eye, but the fact that he was only punching made Ben flatter for a second that almost cost him a hit. But never the less, taking a step to the side to avoid such a straight attack was no problem. He would had even had the time to counter, but instead, Ben jumped backwards and turned his head quickly around to look at the situation as whole. "Are you gonna help me or just stand there?!" - Ben shouted at Nemo, while Ben himself grasped the situation and the characteristics of his opponents. That punch by the mime proved the fact that they had no problems ganging up on people. Also the fact came obvious that they lacked in teamwork. Only downside of this situation was that Ben was seriously outnumbered, even though one was trying to run. While looking over to the ticket man, Ben noted that one lady in the room, who was blocking the entrance. And he was gone from the get-to go. Whit two agile leaps of love, Ben was in front of the girl, and his razors in one hand while other grasped her from the shoulder. Ben looked deep down into her eyes, smiling like he was the happiest man on earth. Everything dissapeared for Ben, it was just him and her for the moment being. "Oh, you beauty. I would use my whole life to protect you, until the day the world ended I would struggle against all forces of evil for you. And if I would fail, I would die only to go to hell and fight the devil himself to get up to heaven and look into your eyes once more.." - If one would think that was cheesy, they should hear him say it five times a day. - Ben stared down to the eyes of this woman, meanwhile the two men he had left ignored were pulling their act together and were getting pissed. Ben wasn't the type to just leave his magic working to the second place, but as he heard the noises behind him, with too exaggerated movement shoved her to the side onto the Ticket man's lap and turned around, only to declare another cheesy comment. "I won't die my love, wait for me! Looking at the mime and the Mr. Walrus like Ben now liked to call him, all went by so fast in his head as he thought over the scenario and then sighed out loud of his frustration. He turned to look at the lady he had shoved to the side and smiled before turning around to face the evil two! Well, might just take out all there was of this, Ben thought to himself as he made ready for his first attack. "Ladies and Gentlemen, let us start the final show of the day." He spun his razors around in his fingers, focusing onto the mime and the walrus man. Ben then stop the spinning and grasping the razors tightly with his index-, middle- and nameless-fingers around the sheaths, pinkie overlapping it and the thumb against the back of the blade, he made ready for his attack. "Final.." A dramatic pose of glaring down and his hands crossed in front of him changed to launching them behind him as Ben took the first step to charge. "Shave..!!" Ooc |
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Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East BlueStrength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20 The Scariest Thing In The World 2nd Scariest
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 7 2010, 04:00 PM Post #63 |
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Perfect. The Captain of the Artisans was blindly agreeing to her suggestion, just as Fran had bounded forward as a sacrifice, Allen burst ahead onto the docks. He would probably draw more attention being a bounty head as well, perhaps numbers had more uses then just ship hands? Clover watched him for a few seconds, expecting Marines to almost burst out of the cargo lying around but no such oddity occurred. Galles led next, the sniper watching the azure eyed man with particular interest as usual; spotting the man grabbing the pistol from the back of his belt reminded of the... embarrassing scenario of falling down the stairs back on the Paw Print. A problem of her own making or part of his genius? That wasn't exactly the question that captivated her mind just then; instead she was thinking of the jump just before. Why had he helped her down? During her unconsciousness... had he peeked? It defiled her personal boundaries if that was the case; such a dirty thing to do, peeking when she was unaware. But the notion made her a bit dizzy, it was certainly the better solution for her interests. Otherwise Galles... liked men. And that would be.. Clover twitched, question period being over as both Allen and Galles ran off ahead. The markswoman reacted, pursuing the duo so she didn't get left behind. In her haste, she became less aware of her surroundings; being solely concerned with catching up. It meant missing a few signs that would have tipped off the Marine presence before they decided to make themselves known; just as she had caught up of all times. It all felt far too familiar; substitute Loguetown with Osula or Shimotsuki and the situation was practically the same. Her with some criminals on a dock being chased by marines. Experience suggested she was pretty good at the whole ordeal by now, the sniper stopping as Allen did to observe the group wishing to apprehend them. It would be easier if they just dealt with them then; there was only sixteen after all. Considerably better odds then she had dealt with in the past. "...?" The markswoman couldn't believe it when Allen chose to flee instead of fight. Weren't they heading towards a pirate ship at that moment? If they ran, the Marines would follow and then they would be fighting Pirates from the front and Marines from behind. She was all for avoiding unnecessary conflict but... this Captain's plan wouldn't do. Clover stood her ground, staring at the advancing group as she considered the surroundings. Docks with several ships she could use for cover, especially with her cybernetic legs allowing her to jump great distances. The Ensigns seemed more melee orientated which was perfect for the sniper providing she kept her distance. She still had four dull shots left in her crossbow; one shot or four depending on the method of fire she used. Unfortunately no conveniently placed cargo was hanging from weak ropes to be shot and dropped on the group; but that wasn't an issue. Clover was convinced she could win. "Go." She growled, not caring for any suggestions that it was a bad idea. Nor was the sniper even considering the act remotely sacrificial, they had chosen to be cowards and she was too angry at the Captain to care for any help; he would probably get in the way. Regrettably what Galles would choose to do was playing on her mind, Clover having to shake away such distractions to deal with the threat at hand. She focused on the Lieutenant Jnr., looking down at the two swords on his waist then into the man's eyes as he led. Division Leader, she supposed, taking him out of action straight away would be to her benefit. Clover chose to act on this quick idea, her right arm moving beneath the folds of her cloak. The quad-shot crossbow was revealed to the world for a brief moment as Clover took swift aim; for an inexperienced sniper landing four shots fired simultaneously would be a difficult task at any range. This was not the case for Clover; she tugged the trigger of the weapon with complete confidence and a fierce whisper. "Soto Impact!" For the second time, the four dulled bolts were released with a resounding twang, travelling in close proximity of each other as a grouped strike towards the leading Marine's chest. Clover wasn't planning to hang around after her shot, the markswoman glancing to the her side at one of the neutral ships docked in the area. The thought of using a marine vessel as a perch didn't even occur. Picking her point, the cloaked sniper crouched, giving her legs the second they needed to prepare and then sprang up the side of the stock-vessel; a largish Carrack ship that the sniper guessed was used to transport peaches of all things... the deck was flooded with them as she landed with a squelch. It couldn't be called a clean landing, peach juice splattering up on the ends of her cloak. Ignoring the fruity devastation and the Awestralian crew who were awakened from their peachy slumber, Clover dipped her left hand into the depths of her cloak, pulling out another clip and jamming it down into Quadsong. The crossbow gave a click, the sniper flicking the lever in front of the trigger to close up the front of the weapon. A single sharp point protruded from the end of the weapon, a Piercing Bolt clip having been loaded. Prepared, she edged towards the side of the Carrack ship, leading with the crossbow as she took note of the Marine's movements. ((...Lame end. I'll talk to you about controlling NPCs and stuff later Drifal, just to make the task easier for you.)) |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| Versesai | Mar 7 2010, 07:21 PM Post #64 |
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Cipher Pol 0 Leader
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The map that Allen handed back to him as Fran shot off to distract the Marines was crude and pretty basic, but Galles knew the basics of chart reading. Enough to understand it at least. The map was of this section of Loguetown and various scrawled notes led Galles to believe that whoever these Pirates were had been using this town as a Base for some time. Four or five buildings were marked with X's and notes labeled them as 'Safe Houses', at least two other buildings were labeled as 'Storage' and 'Holding', making him believe there was a fairly sizable crew here. Notes of other kinds were around too. 'Carpenter at work, Barber in custody' were set on a boat near the dock, which was marked as 'Flagship' and 'Repairs Needed'. A variety of smaller notations were floating around such as 'Bar', 'Brothel', 'Weapon Shop' and something about a Marine Captain on the island. That was fun. "It looks like the bigger ship in the dock is the one they've bot Benjamin and someone else on. It's just north of here, through this next street-" he said, but found himself glaring slightly as the discussion was interrupted and the group all ground to a halt. A large group of Marines were moving quickly out of a ship on the part of the dock to their side and what looked like a higher rank Officer came forward as well. He knew his bounty poster at least and that was a bit to make Galles grin, but all the same he was preparing himself for the fight until Allen told them to keep going onward. The validity of trapping themselves between Benjamin's kidnappers and a group of Marines was dubious at best and Galles had been two breaths from saying something about it when Clover took the initiative. For a woman, she was tougher then she looked and it wasn't just an act. He found himself staring, his pistol tight in his hand, as she essentially put herself out as a distraction. "Go." He didn't have enough ammunition. He could have picked some off as he moved with Allen to rescue Benjamin, but there wasn't enough time or bullets to do it safely. That meant Clover would be handling this on her own, which made him chuckle aloud. She could handle it, she certainly handled everything else perfectly well. He started moving with Allen now and glanced behind him as he saw her going to town on the Marines, shaking his head as he hefted the pistol in his hand once more and picked up the pace, pushing past Allen to take the lead and lifting the map up once more. The pirate ship they were after was only a few meters ahead of them and though Galles wasn't able to read the smaller text on the map due to how they were moving, something caught his eye on the back of the map as it whipped around due to their speed. "Allen, hold up!" Galles nearly yelled, stopping in his tracks and flipping the map over. There on the back was the mark of the crew who made it. A tiny jolly roger with a magician's hat and two small wands for crossbones. Galles nearly facepalmed at this, sighing now as he pointed his pistol at the ship nearest them. Flying a black Jolly Roger...With a smiling skull, two wands for crossbones and a magician's top hat on it's head. The ship was pretty big too, with four cannon ports visible and some major/minor damage to varied areas of the ship. Instead of a typical observation deck it had what looked like raised watch towers on it and a lot of ropes connecting them. There were bound to be Pirates on board but he couldn't see any because of the obstructions of the railing. There were several ropes and gangplanks lowered...But there was bound to be people on board. Crumpling the map up now and stuffing it inside his pocket, Galles quickly placed his hand on Fedeli's hilt and drew it from it's holster, now placing the other pistol back behind his back in it's own holster and drawing the lustrous blue blade, Sentiero. It gleamed a little in the light as he lowered both; Sentiero in his right and Fedeli in his left. Both fully loaded guns behind his back but no spare ammo for either...In short, he was as ready as he was going to be. Glancing at Allen, he decided to just say what was on his mind now. "You've a plan, right? The map didn't say where they were on the ship...Unless you want to be the one to go up and just start hitting people until someone tells us where they are." he said, motioning his hand at the ship now. |
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows. These Other Inactives
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| gonzo v. nemo | Mar 7 2010, 09:27 PM Post #65 |
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As the gag was being put in Nemo’s mouth, he struggled, throwing his head around doing all he could to keep that gag out of his mouth, all in vain though as the ball was eventually inserted. then tried to grab behind at the as the man began to buckled the gag in place behind his head. He then figured out that he was stuck with this gag in his mouth. When he then thought to himself how he finally pushed some real good buttons on these idiots, but figured now that he’s no longer able to push there buttons verbally he has to figure some other way else to push some serious buttons on these traveling wannabes. When it hit him like a freight train. Plugged Nose! As Nemo stood there in front of the cleared hole with chisel and hammer in hand, looking as if he was ready to pick up the first board. He bent down and picked up the board off the ground and put it in place on the hole and then paused and placed his hand on the ship to rest and catch his breath, as he made it look like he was trying to breath around the ball gag, making it look like he wasn’t able to breath through his nose. he then swung the hammer at the board a couple of times to get the board in place, then paused again to catch his breath, and do everything he could to breath around the gag. The ticket master yelled in anger. “what now!” the silenced Nemo smiled inside as he, with a desperate look on his face, pointed to his nose, as he shook his head. he then pressed his hand against his chest, in a way to show trouble breathing as he turned back to the hole and took a couple more swings of the hammer put the new board into position to nail. Nemo then hears Ben call out behind him. “Are you gonna help me or just stand there?!" As Nemo looked over his shoulder, he saw Ben fighting against the mime and propeller face. He then looked over to the ticket master, who was slowly backing out of the room, he then spotted Nemo looking directly at him. Nemo just smiled when the ticket master, with a slight scared expression on his face, then yelled out. “Amy! grab that animal!” he then turned around and got out the door. But just at that moment Amy was distracted, as Ben rushed up to her saying everything he could to get her interested in him. Nemo seeing Amy over on the side with Bya, he charged at full speed straight toward her, he then reaches Amy just in time to see Ben turning away from her to fight the other two guys. Nemo yells out. “claws of the beast!” Bya then spins around and rears up on his hind legs, as he then swiped at Amy‘s chest. but although she was surprised by it, she was a bit to quick for him. as bya’s claws barely miss her chest, she stumbles back getting ready to pull on his chain. When Nemo instantly slides behind, the back stepping, girl and planted his right foot and right hand down on the ground. As he then uses the shin of his left leg, kicking the girls legs out from under her. making her fall back to the ground, and in shock releases Byas chain. Technique Used |
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| Drifter | Mar 11 2010, 02:21 PM Post #66 |
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Hail Hydrift
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As Allen and Galles started to run after Clover's very modest words of "Go." , Marines had started to move. Though, they first dispersed after Clover's shot towards the Lt. Junior Grade, as the man could only watch as the arrows flew towards him, probably going to make him break a few bo- Ding. The heavy bolts bounced right off of the man's chest, as he glared at the now retreating Sniper. Her shots were not affecting the Marine, for he, too, was also a Cyborg. His torso was made of iron, and had been able to block the hard 'punches' of shots that had flown at him. He raised his hand, yelling to his Division: "Five of you, after 'Metaleye,' while the others head after 'Allen' and Ralyem!" He yelled to them, as they nodded and started dispersing to their own groups. With all of them watching, they had failed to notice Clover jumping into the Boat of Peaches, although she should probably be able to clearly see their movements quite well. As Galles asked Allen to stop while he looked at the map, the Martial Artist started peering around at the others ships near them to 'try' and help find the ship faster. Although, he did a lousy job of it, as he was soon following Galles's train of vision to the Showman's boat as he looked at the Jolly Roger on their flag. And it was obvious it would be a Circus themed Flag as well. As Galles started speaking what was on his mind, realization hit Allen as he realized that he had no plan at the moment. He figured they could just sneak aboard the ship when they were just heading towards the site, and if not for the Marines chasing them, then they would've just probably went aboard the ship and started sneaking around to find out where Benjie was on-board the ship. "Uhh..." He said, starting to scratch his head in trying to think up a plan. But, luckily, he didn't have to wait for long, for you see, there was movement along part of the ship, as it sounded like someone was starting to walk off the ship. Then, a louder voice came up with the noise. "I'd better go get the Captain, fast! That bastard of a Barber and that weirdie of a Shipwright are making things unbearable down there!" The Ticket Sorter's voice called as he walked onto deck, sighing, before walking towards one of the Gangplanks. Another figure followed him, looking like a skeleton in his clothing, as he carried a scythe. "Captain said he'd be back in a little bit, so I'd wait if I were you." The skeleton man said as he walked, also heading off the Gangplank as they two didn't seem to notice the Carpenter and Sharpshooter yet. Allen, having heard the Ticket Seller's complaining, turned to Galles, starting to say something, but was quickly cut off. "Cease and Desist! You all are under arrest!" A voice cut up from behind them, making all three Pirates turn around from where they were standing. The Ten Ensigns had finally started coming after the two Pirates, and since the other two were just coming off of the boat, they assumed that they would capture more Pirates than they were originally planning to. One of the Marines near the front pulled a pistol out of his outfit, as he was the one who had done the yelling towards them. "Not Marines too!" The Ticket Master yelled, reaching to the gun holster on his belt as he took out his pistol as well, pointing it at the Marines as well. It seemed like a fight was on the horizon, and the two men were in the middle of it at the moment. "Down!" Allen yelled, grabbing Galles arm as he yanked him down with himself as he fell onto the dock, just as the shots went off of the men on either side of the port, before Marines started to go in, just as the Skeleton man did. The Marines were about twenty feet out, as was the Skeleton man. The Martial Artist rolled over, jumping back onto his feet quickly, hoping Galles would be able to find something they could use, and fast. Otherwise, they'd be fighting off some foes real quick like. The Marines at the end of the alleyway were just watching the man with a confused look on their face. The Navigator was certainly a weird man when trying to fight. And he seemed to have bad luck with the tabby falling onto his head. Even as Fran once again took up his Cat stance, they weren't all that scared of hi- Meow. A sound came from behind the Marines as a few of them turned, seeing a few tabbies sitting on the road, looking at the Marines. One of the Marines rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the cats before turning back to Fran. But, this seemed to set some of the cats off, as they started hissing, their fur on edge, as they ran at the Marines, jumping on their heads, distracting the Marines momentarily, while the Ensigns started to try and pry the cats off of their heads. They were still blocking the way, but they were defenseless as of right now, anyways. As soon as the Penger knocked Amy's legs out from under her, she fell on the ground, letting go of the leash, as she began to cry. Loudly. It turned out she was still a little kid at heart, and she had joined the crew to perform for them, and she wasn't the best fighter. But when someone made her cry, she busted out the big guns. Literally. Her cybernetic arms started to change shape, taking the form of large, barreled guns. Large clips were seen where the middle of her arms were once at, and now she was pointing them at everyone in the room. Then, she started firing her guns. The bullets started going all around the room, none directly hitting people in the room, but if anything they would hit the Pirates in the room by scraping their arm as it goes by. "Amy, cut it out!!!" Zark yelled, trying to yell out to her, though the gun noises were somewhat loud, and she was wailing too bad for her to hear over everyone. There was no real way for her to reload, and the bullets were probably going to stop Benjamin's attack at the Mime and Zark, as each was jumping around, trying not to get hit by the bullets. Apologies.
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| Nary | Mar 15 2010, 07:58 AM Post #67 |
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While Fran took his second attempt at his stance, a bunch of black furred tubby cat seemingly swarmed the blocked alleyway. And the fact that the few marines who had chased down the pink wearing pirate were distracted by cats was very depressing to say the least. The standard of the marines were lack luster compared to the ones that hunted the Straw Beard crew back in the days. They much more focused and passionate about their so-called justice. These newbies that cornered Fran were a far cry from what he had in mind, but then again, they were enough to practice his newly developed technique. As more of the black furballs crowded the once empty alley, Fran focused on his breathing. He closed his eyes and slowly paced his breath and synchronized it to a mental rhythm. “One, two, one, two...” His body was now relaxed, his grip on his blades was firm but not too tight and his mind was calm. The noise of purring and meowing had all been completely blocked out. “NOW!” With a blink of an eye, Fran quickly lashed forward. His first step forward was pretty good and the waves of motion that followed were pretty fluid. Once he was within arm’s reach toward his first target, the navigator pulled both of his arms down in a crossed manner with all six deadly sharp blades wedged between his fingers. Fran took full advantage that several of the marine recruits were still busy with the feline annoyance. The pirate’s claw-like swords neatly slashed through the thin fabric and flesh, of the unfortunate marine who stood in his way. Fran’s eyes followed the injured marine as he crouched down on the floor whilst he held his bloody chest. Although the injuries that the navigator inflicted were not life-threatening, it was still enough to hurt like hell and would also probably leave a nasty scar when it heals. Fran tried hard to suppress his smile. The technique that he made up actually worked! And not only that, it was actually the very first time he had tried it, not to mention that the target was an actual human. There are a lot of factors to consider when a warrior develop their own techniques, factors like location, weather, difference in combat abilities and the like. Such factors determined if it would work or not on a real moving and thinking opponent. So Fran really had a lot to be happy about. As Fran broke through the barricade of human fences, the other marines were pulled back to reality. The sight of their comrade dyed in his own blood might have been a shock, but it was the price they must pay for their incompetence. The pirate swordsman’s confidence grew a little and he decided to ‘take out’ of what remained of the bunch. As haughty as it sounded, Fran was quite confident he could do it. At the level these punks were, it might be too easy. The smile Fran held back burst onto his face and grew in a proportion so epic that half of his face was distorted and looked like a crescent moon. “Ha! You creeps would never be able to beat me, not at your pathetically weak levels!” But not a moment too soon a few more of his pursuers made it out of the horrors that the wild beast had caused back in the main streets. There were another half a dozen, but all were so badly beaten up that one would mistake them for beggars. Fran’s eyes ogled out, ‘Do the gods hate me that much that they don’t want me to show off?’ The pirated hurriedly gathered his shoulder bag and harpoons, he then elbowed the nearest marine he could reach and made a break to the other side. He sped out of the alley and ran like hell, but not before he used his blades to cut down some steam pipes along the way. Fran had always loved steam pipes, not only do they provide good cover but they’re also sizzling hot like hell. The mischievous nature of Fran crept over for a brief while when he saw a few barrels all neatly stacked up. The pirated once again swept his harpoon on the wooden bar that held the barrels together. Then, slowly the barrels rolled down and began to pick up speed as they moved towards the steamy hot alleyway. Moments later, sounds of shouting, crashing and agonizing were heard. It was all in the days work for Fran C. Osgrave. |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan 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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| Wayne | Mar 15 2010, 11:17 AM Post #68 |
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Crying, no, not just some random crying. Not the crying of a child, and especially not the cry of any man. It was the cry of a woman in pain. And it stopped Benjamin on his tracks. That and the fact that his ass was soon starting to be covered with lead. Turning on his place and stopping the attack, Ben couldn't help to feel the urge to yell out "Cute~!" when he set his eyes back on the girl. We'll for the moment before her arms turned to a set of canons that would blast out Ben and his love if he was hit. And so started the fire of randomness rain down on the group of people. Ben tried his best to not get hit any of them, but realized soon that it was not the option. If he would die that day, what would become of his dreams, Ben wondered. He hadn't had seen the world, he had hardly crossed couple of islands from his hometown, and never even left the East Blue. He had just found a bunch of friends, even though they annoyed him from time to time, he hoped to get back to Allen and Fran, and even find Galles again. And above all, Ben thought of the fact that he hadn't had enough girls in his life. What, was it two or three dozen now, that he had gotten to home run with. It was no good, just too little for his taste. Ben also had a thought creeping in the back of his mind about marriage, but no such women had came his way. If this walrus hadn't shouted, Ben would had been in his dreams for the rest of the time he dodged and blocked the bullets with reflexive movements, but now he was revived and was ready to do what he had to do in this situation. While the bullets kept flying, small streams of blood from surface wounds glided through the air as the shadow of a single man, playfully on the wall moved across the space, until.. The scent, the warmth.. Even though the sound of the guns was so loud, they were a faint knock on this moment. A close up of nostrils sniffing, then a hand wrapped around a back, another one around the neck with a closed razor against the side of somebody's throat, then the full picture of Ben crouched down, holding the inner-child lady while she kept shooting. It was just a brief moment before continuation, but Ben enjoyed it by memorizing yet another womans touch.. Just before he rise her up and started running up the stairs towards the exit. It could be only described as a walk up to the heavens gates, the light at the end of the tunnel was the heavenly glowing of angels.. Ben could hear wine flowing, the sound of his own teeth digging into an apple.. While in reality, all the sound that was generated was coming from Ben's steps, the lady's arms hitting the walls and now some sounds from the outside. Ben was infused by the light and he had to close his eyes briefly as he left from one area to another. A gigantic leap of love went through the air as Ben then landed about the center of the ship, his hands moving forward gracefully and letting the lady down on the deck. Straightening his back then to bathe in the sunshine and breath in the fresh sea air that was almost always present in this town.. Ahh.. It was marvelous until Ben felt a breeze of a bullet passing his head, forcing him to grasp the lady by the shoulder and make both of them duck down. In an instance Ben rotated around to see the ticket sales man shooting down of the ship, and he heard the obvious commands of marines. All this time, not even for single moment had the silly idea of having any form of concern for Nemo and/or his little pet. Showed really how much Ben cared for about men's when there was a lady present. |
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Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East BlueStrength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20 The Scariest Thing In The World 2nd Scariest
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 16 2010, 06:06 AM Post #69 |
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Her actions were inevitably useless when ten of the sixteen managed to make a dash for it whilst she had taken cover; the worse of it being that their leader was no pushover with some strange metallic plate beneath his marine overall. The metal could exist for a number of reasons, Clover always considering Gizzo's work back on Osula to be a rarity among the Blues making her talent at it near unique. Galles' legs had to be a different variation on the cybernetic theory, one that focused on coils. The survivor of her Soto Impact was probably wearing armour of some kind. At least he had hung around. The remaining Ensigns weren't very sharp, a simple glance down towards the group made it pretty clear to the Markswoman that she had lost them. Maybe they were more concerned with their leader's health than a potential assailant, a decision that struck her as poorly made and deserved punishing. But who? Clover swept her eye for detail over the five examples; having cancelled out shooting at the Lieutenant till she could confirm how he was blocking her bolts or the rest were dead. She settled on the single Ensign who was holding a length rifle, a fellow marksman she presumed by his less than impressive build. With little effort, Bowsong shifted in her hands to aim right at the unaware Marine. Thunk. With the trigger pulled, the skinny Marine toppled backwards when the sharp bolt caught him in the neck, a shot that gave little chance of recovery for the man as he collapsed clutching the area of impact. The unfortunate consequence of taking down the marksman was acknowledgement from his peers; the Lieutenant looking towards her first followed by the nervy gazes of the remaining quartet of Ensigns. The helmet stared back with its blank features. Before the Lieutenant had fully raised his hand and beckoned the orders, the Ensigns had charged forward with a mix of duty and revenge for their comrade on their minds. Beneath the metal mask, Clover smirked. They opted for a crazed rush rather than a tactical method that would eat up her time in pursuing the remaining members of the division. Steadily the sights of her crossbow twitched towards the closest Ensign on the dock; a man swinging a chain with a curved blade above his head. Lacking hesitation, the sniper fired and watched the man falter to a stumble before dropping onto the floor. A bolt between the eyes did that. A dangerous movement drew her attention to the next closest, a Marine who she had assumed was a fist fighter, due to his thick knuckledusters, tugging out a pistol and taking swift aim towards the Markswoman. Clover reacted quickly, following the aim of his weapon and tilting her upper body in the opposite direction as the shot fired; the spherical bullet zipping past her. Her awareness had improved a lot since work in Gizzo's lab, being able to watch the bullet miss sensationally and then react in kind with one of her bolts. Bowsong clicked as the arrowhead was released, zipping through the air and catching the pistol user in the shoulder of his firing arm; the Ensign was only just reacting to the pain of his first injury when the second piercing bolt struck him in the chest and sent him to the floor. But doing his duty, he had earned time for the remaining pair. The remainders were made up of a bulky Ensign wearing a beanie and wielding two thick hand-axes, his friend a more nimble fellow who held a pole-arm with a mace head at one end. Whilst their allies around them had been shot down by the Markswoman on her higher ground, they had devised a quick method of balancing her advantage. Bulky had spun around, placing the flat-parts of the axes on top of one another. Nimble, with a running start had darted towards his ally and placed one foot on the axes. Then, with a powerful lift, Bulky had sent Nimble skywards towards the sniper. Clover was impressed a little, she had expected the mad dash to nullify any potential strategy but the method the Ensign flew at her lessened her expectations again. She had proven herself to be a remarkable shot and yet he flew straight at her. Bowsong was raised and the trigger pulled. As Nimble landed behind the Sniper in a puddle of peaches and an arrow in his heart; an unfortunate byproduct of attacking Clover in such an obvious manner, the boat shook. Peaches began rolling, wooden boards creaked and the unlucky crew who had their trading vessel turned into a battlefield became even more jumpy in their various hiding places on deck. The Markswoman glanced back towards the mace user, dismissing the possibility that it was his body that caused such tremors on a large vessel; he was far too thin. So what had caused such a shake? Clover noticed the boat shake again and then one more time afterward before a thick axe hooked itself over the railings. With a heave, Ensign #5 made it clear he was the source of the minor-earthquakes with a heavy landing on the peach infested deck. He also displayed a lack of concern for his surroundings, bounding towards Clover at first chance as she retreated from him, one of his heavy steps landing on a squashed peach and sending him sliding. Not keen on being smashed into by the slipping behemoth, Clover opted to clear him with a high jump but also render him dead; firing one bolt into the bulk of his chest before launching upwards into the air and firing a second into his back as she flew. The threat of big number five had ceased to exist. The jump also allowed the Markswoman to clear the ship and avoid further peachy sabotage to her clothing and cyborg parts. Landing in a crouched stance, Clover was able to exhale briefly and relax herself before standing to full height; five down, one to go. Lieutenant Jnr. Metal-chest. How to deal with him? She resorted to her diplomacy once more. "Surrender." The abstract nature of the situation failed to make an impression on Clover as she lifted Quadsong towards the Marine. A Pirate telling the law to lay down their arms when he was backed up by two vessels probably failed on most logic scales, but to the Sniper it made reasonable sense. She held one shot in her crossbow at that moment, a single piercing bolt to fend off a man who probably wore armour beneath his Marine uniform. Sure, she was faster then him and could probably use the bolt to deter him enough to gain time to reload; but that would extend the battle. If the Lieutenant Jnr. surrendered, she could take him hostage and disable all the Marines beneath him in rank till a superior officer turned up. A victim of World Government propaganda, Clover still considered the Marines to be an honorable, justice orientated force who would take the life of a ranking officer into serious consideration if it was threatened. Hopefully she had been ruthless enough in dispatching his underlings to trigger doubt in the officer's mind. And so she stood, a masked sniper awaiting the decision of her potential captive. ((Hur hur, Mook killing. .__. )) |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| Versesai | Mar 16 2010, 11:18 AM Post #70 |
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He had almost groaned when Allen got that look on his face, the one that spoke of him not having a clue as to what he was doing right now and further enforced by the dopey 'Uhhh' that escaped his Captain. That was just dandy but there wasn't much he could really particularly say about it, he didn't have much of a plan either. He could have just burst onto the boat with guns blazing and sword at the ready, but that was far from the intelligent play here and he shifted a little as he raised up Fedeli and made a quick check of it, noting with a bit of relief that the clip was will full. A little bit of paranoid fear had made him think that he had not loaded his favorite gun when he'd stolen the ammo back from Clover, but he was glad he was wrong. His gaze shifted from the gun back to the ship now and he started taking things in. The major points of the dock were simple. Stone in front with wooden pegs for keeping a ship anchored in port, a long pathway practically devoid of anything except crates, barrels and cranes for loading things onto ships. Small wooden piers extended on the left side of each ship for inspecting the boats and for gangplanks on and off them. There were two boats in particular beside the Showman one on either side. One was a half-scrapwood galley that was labeled with a merchant company's logo, evidently on it's last legs and the other was a smaller vessel, most notably marked with some kind of bounty hunter's logo. It reminded him of a miniature cog or caravel. There were a lot of cranes above the docks too, holding up various things with rope or chain- His investigation snapped to a close as he whirled on the Marines behind them. "Cease and Desist! You all are under arrest!" "Not Marines too!" And then everything began to go to Hell, quickly. Allen helped him by grabbing him and both ducking away to the side, Galles immediately starting to move with Allen towards a pile of ropes and timber that were just tall enough to disguise the two men. There had been dock workers around and one of them was in the middle of operating a crane moving something off the scrapwood ship when the gunfire broke out. The man took two seconds to stare before bolting away, screaming about Pirates. Before long, only those well hidden remained behind the dock to watch the battle unfolding between the Marines and Showman Pirates. Lifting up Fedeli, Galles peeked over the edge of the wooden boards and sighed softly, knowing this was now officially ten times more complicated. If they tried the frontal approach, they'd get caught in the crossfire...They needed a distraction. Looking up again, Galles realized one of the wooden cranes, crank operated, was over the Showman Pirate ship and he began to follow the crane with his eyes, eventually finding the small crank and level operation point for the crane, as well as realizing it's load was secured with chains instead of rope...Meaning that there was a very good chance the stuff was heavy materials or perhaps weapons. Indeed, it and the small boat next to it both had those kinds of cranes and they were holding large containers. Either heavy cargo, weapons, smuggled goods...Anything that heavy suited his purpose. That made his plan so much better then just rushing in. "Allen! That crane over there, can you use it?" Galles said, pointing towards the station that moved the crane, using his pistol like a pointer. It was only a few feet from their cover, but it was also a little closer to the battle. "Hit that...Uhh, the one button that looks a little glassy. It should be red. It'll release the crane's catch and drop it all over the ship, which should give a nice distraction for everyone...But only on my signal." he said, resting Sentiero against the side of the timber and using that hand steady his grip on Fedeli, leaning over the timber himself now and lining up with the other crane. It was still over the smaller ship to the side of the dock, but Galles had an idea or he wouldn't be aiming. "On my mark..." he said softly, murmuring now as he focused. His sights lined up on the crane and he narrowed his eyes, picking up on the crane now...He knew these kinds of cranes. Every dock in the world used them. They were designed to be strong and sturdy, heavy wood and metal in places. He'd worked on a few docks in his time and he knew what he was looking for in this particular case. Two systems moved the crane, one in the middle lowered and raised the arm, while another nearer to the top swung it from side to side. Both systems had metal bars that were used as locks and wooden pins that provided the support to keep the loads from falling or breaking the crane. That's what he was aiming for. The first one he was picking at was at the one that moved the arm horizontally. He found it, gleaming a little in the light but that was more bane then boon, it made it harder to judge. He took a breath and squeezed Fedeli's trigger, the large flintlock sounding like a small cannon as it always did. The special bullets and powder load needed for them was extremely heavy and the recoil was high, but he kept his aim extremely steady. The heavy metal round smashed into the metal bar that held the crane's arm in place and suddenly the crane jerked, a creaking sound echoing from it and causing the load to swing slowly, the force pushing it around in a slow circle. Then Galles aimed up at the metal chains holding the crate. A small pin held the crates to the metal-cored wood of the crane and that pin was in it's own special lock system to keep the load in. This shot was as complicated as hell...Moving target, constantly swinging, odd speeds... The gunbattle was no longer concerning him, knowing everyone would be sufficiently distracted as to keep from shooting at him and Allen would have warned him if someone was aiming. That just meant he had to focus...The gunbattle faded from his mind, the sounds replaced with a comforting beat of his own heart. That focus came to him now like a separate consciousness, his eyes focusing on the swinging crate, waiting...Then everything seemed to briefly turn to grays and blacks, everything clicking in that instant as he fired Fedeli a second time. Reazione Instintiva. The bullet smashed into the pin that held the chains together and the combined momentum and damage from the bullet ripped the pin apart and send the load sailing from the crane, right towards both the Marines and Pirates battling in the middle. "Now, Allen! Drop the other crane!" Galles said, sucking in a gasp of breath as his vision faded back to normal, his head hurting briefly as he raised his now free hand up to it and held it. He felt like he'd just had too much to drink, without the comforting numbness that always brought. But he hoped his plan would work, the large crate would at least splinter inbetween the groups and distract them... Galles Used Techniques
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Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows. These Other Inactives
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| gonzo v. nemo | Mar 16 2010, 07:16 PM Post #71 |
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As she falls releasing the chain, Bya runs behind her. As Nemo rolls back to get behind her so she doesn’t land on him. When she falls she then started bawling. Nemo and Bya hearing this they both look in shock at her, when her arms then turn to large guns and start blasting away. While Nemo is still on the ground, he looks at Bya who looks back ,even though the blasting is obviously hurting Bya’s ears, Nemo just cringes as he says. “Damn now that’s a temper tantrum.” Bya seeing the free moment, runs over to Nemo’s side. Nemo then hugs bya and says. “its good to have you back buddy.” as he reaches around to grab the buckle of the collar, he then releases it freeing bya from the confinement. As Bya is released Nemo keeps the chain in hand just in case he might need it, as he folds it in half, shorting it to about 2 and a half feet, to gain better control of it. Bya then shakes his head to relax his neck. When all of a sudden Ben rushes up to the girl, getting by the crazy random shooting with only a few scratches, and grabs a hold of her. Nemo seeing this, looks to Bya as he just laughs. “Oh my god I don’t know who’s crazier, that air head little girl, or that nut job who charges her while she is firing at him just in hopes at a chance to get in her pants.” When Ben then wrapped his arms around the air headed girl, and lifted her up bolting for the door. Nemo realizing what just happened, and that Zark and the mime was still there crouching from the firing. Nemo then jumped up and tapped Bya on his side. Bya darted for the door as Nemo headed full speed at Zark chain in hand. As he got to Zark, Nemo swung the chain at Zarks back at full strength intending to break that asses back, and then grab his bag back from him. unfortunately he swung to early, and only the tip of the chain actually made contact which still got him good enough to make him arch his back in serious pain as his arms fully extended out and back. When Nemo spun a bit to remove the bag from Zarks shoulder as he then followed Bya out the door. |
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| Drifter | Mar 17 2010, 02:04 PM Post #72 |
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As Galles pointed to where the crank and lever were, Allen listened to his Sharpshooter's plan to try and distract the fighting to see if they could get to Benjie on board the Showman ship still, so after a moment of waiting to see if he could get to where the crank system was, the Martial Artist took off towards the spot. Since the Showman Pirates and the Marines were busy with their fighting at the moment, the Carpenter was able to literally walk on in to the crank operating station. Allen quickly buzzed through the buttons in the station with his eyes, trying to find the button that Galles had been talking about. After around half of a minute later, the man found the big, red, shiny button that was at the top of the control panel, and the Pirate put his hand on it lightly to make sure it was there when it needed to be pressed. After hearing the first shot go off, Allen jerked his head in Galles's direction to see what was he was doing. At the current moment, the man was concentrating on his shot to see if he could hit the target. As he was waiting, a Marine that had been knocked back some heard the noise of the 'small cannon' that the Sharpshooter had, and had turned with his sword in hand to investigate the noise. Then, Galles's voice yelled out "Now, Allen! Drop the other crane!" as he heard the noise of something starting to drop, just as the Marine that had heard the noise started to run towards what he had heard. Allen quickly smashed his hand down onto the button, in which the latch of the crane quickly dropped the load onto the Showman deck, just as Benjie and his passed out Even as the noise was going on, the Mime was already hot on the heels of the two men, trying to catch up to them, and even Zark was following, though it had taken him a moment or two longer due to Nemo's chain whip on his body. They had been following the two, but when the noise happened, they ran faster, and when they would get on deck, and probably see the mess on board, the Mime would tackle Benjie while the mustached man would tackle Nemo and maybe Bya if they were close enough together. On the docks where the fighting was going on, Galles's shot had indeed fallen right in between the fighting of the two groups, and had not only splintered the wood of the docks, but also knocked the Skeleton man and the two Marines he had been fighting back, having them square off against each other again. They were momentarily distracted by the metal box traps that had fallen in front of them, but unfortunately, neither one wanted to be the one that would give up, so the Scythe user and the Marines were back at it again, with the Ticket Seller still firing shots against another Marine on the other side of the fight. The box did force them away from the gangplank some, though, and there was a chance someone could walk onto the ship if they were lucky enough too. Back to the Artisans, the Marine that was coming for Galles did get distracted by both falling objects, he didn't even see the Artisan Captain coming out of the control booth, and as the Marine was turning back, a fist was heading towards his face. "Ultra Punch!" The Pirate said, clocking the man square in the jaw, as he quickly fell backwards due to the force of the blow. Allen quickly adjusted his sunglasses, before turning to his Sharpshooter. "Your plan worked, Galles! Now c'mon, before their fight ends too soon," The Martial Artist said, beginning to turn, before something literally jumped out of the water near him, jumping onto the deck in front of him. The figure was a large thing in a large black cloak, and it was easily two heads taller than both of the Pirates. His hood raised up some, slightly, as his red 'skin' with yellow slanted eyes shone through, looking a mixture of slightly defiant and nervous with being out in public around so many Humans. "Ah, it's never good to have a battle happening outside my ship, now is it?" A voice said from behind the Martial Artist, as he turned to see a man dressed in a Ring-Leader outfit: Magical Max. With his cane swinging on his arm, he smirked while watching the two men. "I believe that you all are partially to be of blame for the attack happening right next to my beloved ship, and I would appreciate it if you both would just die and get out of my way, because I must continue my show." As the Navigator ran away from the confused and now more scratched up Marines, he would probably be heading towards the docks to catch up with his Nakama, now wouldn't he? But, while he was running, he would soon feel/hear something whiz right past his ear, and when looking to see where the piece of whatever it was went, he would find that it was an iron bolt. "Running from the law, now are ya? Seems a bit weird for you to do so," The Cross Bow Lt. said, as he walked up towards Fran, his Crossbow out and almost fully loaded, meaning the bolt that he just fired at Fran- Wait, he pulled his finger and fired off three more bolts towards the Pirate, my mistake. As the Lt. Junior watched as he men fell and then the Armored man who shot them all demand that he surrender to him and his crossbow? Sadly, the 'Pirate' Clover was would soon find out that again her negotiation methods were extremely flawed as they were. Maybe time would teach her to be a better negotiator? The Marine smirked, and simply took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, using it to light his cigarette, before putting the lighter away. He took a big puff of smoke, before it came out of his mouth, the wind making the smoke head towards 'Metaleye.' "I don't think so, Metaleye." He said, before something underneath his clothing started to pop out, as a small miniature cannon appeared there. Before something else happened, the man took another breath of smoke in, before an iron net shot flew out of the cannon, opening up in the air and heading towards the Sniper. |
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| Nary | Mar 18 2010, 04:25 AM Post #73 |
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Hot steam, smoke, rubble and screams enshrouded the back alley where Fran had unleashed a small glimpse of what hell must look like. The sole pirate took his sweet time to stand around and observe his handiwork. He rubbed his chin with his left hand while he gave an approving nod. It wasn’t half bad to say so at the very least, he did after all had ‘taken care’ of a dozen marines with a single chase. If he was to make a name for himself he had to start somewhere, and Loguetowne seems to be a good place to spread the word. Fran’s eyes sparkled as his mind drifted into dreamland. Yes, he could clearly see it now, Fran C. Osgrave, the most feared pirate of the four blues, slayer of marines and champion of champions, the next pirate king! Fran would love to stay and gloat a bit more but then he remembered that his dear crewmates but be in a pinch and needed saving. The miniscule success he achieved was really getting into his head. “Well see ya losers later, oh and by the way the name is Fran C. Osgrave, pirate extraordinaire!” He then bolted out with a certain glee in each of his steps, not before he got hit at the family jewels by a wagon that nonchalantly stood along the street. He crossed his eyes in pain, both hands grabbed his crouch as he knelt down for a bit and let the pain subside. He pointed at the sly culprit. "I'll remember this... wagon." The afro pirate grew arrogant and bolder as he dared to gallop through the main streets instead of his usual dark alley route which was much safer. But Fran figured that if the marines in the island were only of that level, he was confident that he could completely hold off on his own. Although, the smug on the pirate would soon be wiped clean off his arrogant face. A sharp whizzing sound narrowly passed through Fran’s right ear. While it did little to scare him, it did snap a few nerves, much like when Benjamin flipped his razors at his ear. What was it about swinging something dangerous on someone’s ear? Was it a fad of something? Fran gritted his teeth, infuriated, the turned around to see who the perpetrator was. There stood a single marine who firmly held a crossbow on his palms. The man was roughly at Fran’s height, he had a very skinny build and an irritating goatee that curved to the left and formed a swirl. Fran’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, ‘What the hell is with this creepy guy? From the look of his uniform, he must be of some rank, maybe.’ "Running from the law, now are ya? Seems a bit weird for you to do so," “Heh, who’d run from a creepy little freak like you Mr. Swirl Goa-“ Fran was cut short of his witty comeback. It would seem that crossbow bolts were apparently shot while the two men conversed. A pulsing vain popped in multiple places on the pirate’s face. He looked down and to his horror, two wooden bolts stuck on his right chest and another one on his upper left abdomen. There was this disgusting feeling of the foreign object slowly wriggled as wind blew against them. Quickly Fran grabbed the bolts buried on his torso. As he wedged all three together he bit his lower lip, the pain that followed was so bad that the pirate shed a few drops of tears as he flung the blood stained arrows back to its shooter. Blood trickled down his body and in the process stained his pink colored shirt. Without warning Fran unleashed his harpoons onto both his hands. “You bastard! You dare shoot me! Do you know how hard it is to wash off blood!!!” the enraged pirate charged in at full speed as he held out both harpoons in a parallel to each other. Once he closed in the distance between the marine and himself, Fran trusted the polearms upward; his target was to cause maximum pain hence, the shoulders. And if he was luckly, the pirate might just cripple the damned marine by the arms. |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan 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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| Wayne | Mar 20 2010, 12:29 AM Post #74 |
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Ben was ready to charge when he in the corner of his eye saw something coming down on them. Ben turned around immediately and his hands went around the girl to protect her from anything that would hit them. Nothing did though, fortunately - also it was fortunate that Ben had another excuse to hold her. In the back of his mind he knew this was nothing serious and that she was an enemy and in the end they would part.. But his personality flaws blinded his reasoning. Ben glared on the girl, swept a strain of hair off her face and noticed that she was passed out. Poor girl got so frightened Benjie thought. Well.. Ben let his hands go of her, and stood up slowly just in time to hear the first steps of the mime on the deck. While this situation was what most crazy, there was sounds of marines and other people fighting. Ben didn't know who was there yet, only person he was staring at was the girl at the moment. Awwh, she was so cute and helpless looking sleeping like that even though her arms were still loaded set of guns. But Ben couldn't help his own reactions. It all went so slowly as Ben grasped his razors and opened them while turning around to face the mime in front of him. "I've had enough of this, I just wanted to have some nice shopping.." While still talking, Ben moved his hands to his sides as the mime was not actually caring about what Ben had to say, rather attacking. "You've better not done anything to my stuff.." One step was enough to pass between the crates and past the mute mime. In that time Benjie's hands moved quickly across the mimes body, the razors in his hands causing wounds of small degree, this was just a warning. Ben stood up straight while still holding his razors in both hands that hanged down on his sides. The razor strop was against his leg and his scarf blew a little in the wind. "Shave." Only now did Ben see clearly that Nemo had gotten up the stairs and had some problems with that walrus man.. Not that Ben cared for it at this time, for the Mime wouldn't take long to recover from just few wounds, and Benjie could already hear his steps on the wooden boards of this ship. His feet swept against the floor, causing the small amount of dirt to move and little dust to rise up. It first moved forwards then spun around to behind Ben while he rotated his body around starting from the hips. He took one quick look at his opponent just before he yanked his arms, that seemed to be left behind, forwards and across the area in horizontal cut. It was obvious that by the time Ben had finished this move, it was only a warning again as the Mime was nowhere close enough to be hit with his razors. Quickly saying the moves name was just like a formality. "Shank.." Going through Ben's mind at the moment was only couple things. There was worry for his friends, for they hadn't yet showed up.. Even though these people didn't seem so strong, if they had masses they might have had the chance to take Allen and Fran out. But at the same time anger against them two because a suspicion of them abandoning him was rising. While Ben made few cuts in the air in front of him to keep the mime away, all these thoughts went through his head in only a matter of seconds.. Had they just left him and gone ahead? Neither of them seemed a bad enough person to do such a thing, but there was a possibility for everything. But what if they had been taken out? What would Ben do then. In the back of his mind he knew he would or die trying to avenge them. But for what? He had hardly knew them for few weeks but they already felt like friends. Ah crap it was all so annoying. Not enough to make him mad, but still that racket of marines and all.. Couldn't these kidnappers even keep their stuff secret from some people in white and blue? God damn it! Benjie Shot Web.. I mean Techs Used
Edited by Wayne, Mar 20 2010, 06:54 AM.
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Benjamin Hurd • Crewhand • Barber • Artisan Pirates Bounty: 0 • SD: 31 • : 5,500,000 • L: Loguetown, East BlueStrength: 11 Speed: 16 Stamina: 11 Accuracy: 20 Fortune: 20 The Scariest Thing In The World 2nd Scariest
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 20 2010, 09:14 AM Post #75 |
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The observant eyes thinned as the Marine smirked before her, the white-coat oddity showing little hesitation despite the ease that the sniper had dealt with his troops mere moments before. Had he learned nothing or was he simply too overconfident to care? That was one of the many traits the Markswoman had interpreted as typically male from her research. All aspects needed to be known to pull off an acceptable disguise, though Clover skipped on traits she found foul more often then not; out of her own sense of dignity. Acting like an idiot to fit in just didn't appeal to her. So as the Marine decided to mock her advice further by drawing a lighter and puffing away at his smoke, the sniper became more convinced that killing the man in a horrible way was the best solution to the situation. Her bounty would probably increase further, but dispatching the five underlings beneath the Lieutenant Jnr. had probably already set the figures rolling upwards; why not complete the set and reunited them all in death? It was practically merciful if one were to go by the Markswoman's skewed moral compass. The crossbow remained fixed in its position, Clover moving around the weapon to ensure her shot would be clean should and when the time came. She rested her left hand beneath the shaft of the weapon, steadying it as her neck leaned down to grant a better line of sight. Another awkward quirk the helmet granted was the difficulty to line up shots without the metal headgear knocking against the end of her crossbow. An issue that had been erased by practice alone. A sadistic upturn on the borders of her lips confirmed it; she was set. The focused stance granting her a better view of the smog the Marine puffed out. And the weird mechanism poking out from his chest. It was a surprise. An unlikely incident that made the sniper reconsider her assumption that the man was simply wearing armour beneath his uniform, making her consider that he may be more, much more. Her thoughts drifted to her own legs, what was the possibility that Gizzo's work was widespread in varying forms, much like the cybernetic spring legs Galles had exhibited earlier. Then this marine could produce cannons from his chest? A useful ability, Clover considered. It didn't shoot straight away as expected, instead the Marine decided to keep the Markswoman on her toes; puffing at his cigarette one last time. Only then did it shoot, but not a traditional shot that could be avoided, instead it spread outwards to create a larger projectile that Clover was quick to identify as a net. And a problem; her predictions had been off when the cannon was first shown. She had kept her aimed stance in anticipation of an easily avoidable shot, shifting her body weight and leaping required more time then the incoming net would permit her. She accepted that and altered her plan; world slowing down as she peered at the net, through it and towards the smoking Marine. With her eyes, Clover drew a path from the point of her crossbow, through one of the openings of the oncoming net and weaved it towards the puffing mouth of the Lieutenant Junior. She tugged down on the trigger, the sharpened bolt spiralling in the air as it followed the intricate path through the net obstacle and straight towards her target; a meek whisper echoing in her concentration. "Soto Piercer" The world accelerated from her perception once the bolt passed through on target, the net preventing any escape as Clover instinctively tried to escape it by leaping backwards. She pulled Quadsong up against her chest to soften the blow of flying metal as a last defying act. The blunt force of iron net hitting was lessened by this, the helmet protecting her head whilst the cybernetic legs could shrug off the hits. The secondary effects of the chains hurt more, wrapping around her less protected arms and back; sending the Markswoman writhing to the floor wrapped in a web of metal. Multiple points of her back stung as the metal pressed into her body rather than the wooden dock floor, Clover clenching her jaw to prevent a pitiful squeal. Men didn't scream in pain, so the women pretending to be a man couldn't either. Water did form on the rims of her eyes though, the Markswoman not particularly fond of being on the receiving end of pain. Already the spread of metal was becoming too much, the sniper opting to roll onto her side to lessen the area of effect; also granting herself a view of the hopefully downed Marine. Otherwise she was going to have a problem. |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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