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| Nary | Apr 24 2010, 06:51 AM Post #91 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle There was a sense of triumph that filled within the inner most corner of Fran’s chest. His successful leg sweep made the scurrying marine fumble and tumble into the hard stony pavement of Loguetown’s worn out streets. The marine almost immediately got on his back as soon as he was aware of his current situation. Fran on the other hand stood atop of his adversary’s fallen body. It felt quite good to be able to trump over someone once in a while. As the pirate glared down, the marine had already locked his trusty crossbow upright. But with his blood drenched shoulders, his aim was shaky and there was not a shred of doubt in Fran’s mind that it will miss its mark. However, Fran was not one to leave it to chance. With one quick swoop, the afro pirate struck one of his harpoons between the crossbow’s prod and string to pin it to the floor. With a blood trickled down from the side of the marine’s lips as he shot an angry stare towards Fran. Unfortunately for the ally of justice, Fran wasn’t in the mood to be stared at. “Well mister marine, you really did a number on me, didn’t you?” Once again, a wide sinister smile appeared like a crescent shaped moon filled with malice and hate. Fran began to wonder if he was on the edge of breaking into what he conceived as a ‘bad’ pirate, not that there were really any ‘good pirates’ in the eyes of many people. But then again, since he was a pirate, why not add another layer of zeros into that soon to be wanted poster? Surely, it wouldn’t do anything but further boost his fame across the four blues. Fran sighed on his own genius and nodded in agreement to his devious ploy. All the while, the other combatant slowly pulled himself up, along with his mighty axe. And if not for the viking’s loud scream; his war cry, he probably could have lobbed off Fran’s head with one fell swoop. But alas, Fran was able to hear the obvious and rolled off to safety. As Fran completed his dodge, he saw the poor marine get thrown to kingdom come by the viking’s mad rush. The Viking then yet again faced Fran and lashed out his axe. The weapon flung through the air a few times. Fran managed to stutter his way to safety as the axe seemingly chased him wherever he went. And with a cruel twist of fate, the pirate had stepped into a closed up alley. Fran was only made aware of his dire situation when his back had touched the end of the brick wall that had sealed his doom. Somehow Fran had seemingly continued to dodge without noticing that he was led to the enclosed area. He felt like tuna trapped inside a can with a big hungry cat waiting outside with a can opener. The afro pirate tilted his head upward, in hopes that he could simply climb his way to safety. But to his dismay, the wall that surrounded him looked as if it would go on forever. He returned his attention to the raging man. There was little left to imagination as Fran could see the white of the viking’s enraged eyes. Fran had subconsciously switched to his survival instincts. Which was quite weird, as the harpoon wielding pirate began to grab everything he could lay his hands on. Each object was thrown one after the other, garbage bags, garbage cans, lids, rats and even rotting fruits and vegetables. But as Fran had known, each and every one of those things thrown were hacked and slash like nothing. As a last ditch effort, the pirate threw his last garbage bag. But he quickly moved behind the bag with his harpoon ready at hand. The plan was simple, use the garbage bag as distraction, then strike any vital point that is the easiest to strike. The plan was sound, even if it was a tad bit over used. Things looked like Fran actually had a chance, but then the young pirate forgot one simple thing. His opponent was on a rampage. The viking simply did what he did to the other unfortunate trash that stood between him and his target, which in this case, Fran. The enormous axe swung down and made quick work on the bag, plus something extra. Apparently, Fran made it too close behind the bag, his right shoulder was caught in the axe’s downward swing. The rugged blade of the axe was able to make a deep diagonal gash that actually broke through Fran’s shoulder bone and the whole upper part of his shoulder muscles. Adrenaline made it possible for Fran to continue with his planned attack. The harpoon found itself on a one way ticket towards the viking’s knee. Once Fran had fully driven his weapon to what he thought to be the assailant’s knee, the afro pirate squeezed himself on the small gap between the axe wielding viking and the wall. Once the pirate was into the clearing, the first thing he was blood, lots and lots of blood. Then next came a sudden realization of his arm’s state. The knowledge of his now semi-severed arm hit him head on. “UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Fran screamed in pain and horror. His arm had been almost lobbed off, and the only thing that kept the badly injured arm intact was half of his shoulder bone and the lower part of his arm’s muscled which has not been severed by the viking’s axe. Edited by Nary, Apr 24 2010, 06:52 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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| ♠ Shamma | Apr 27 2010, 04:29 PM Post #92 |
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((Skipping Wayne, again. Also, corny warning.)) Cat-like, the cloaked heroine sprung from roof-top to roof-top in search of her key to Galles' heart. The key being a cry baby with an afro in a bright pink shirt, how hard would that be to find in the streets of Loguetown? The sniper had covered good ground by now, lacking the knowledge of the port town's layout was hindering her a little; maybe in Osula she would have been further into the town. But she was reminding herself that Fran couldn't have got that far, he was a short person, shorter even than her, and hadn't looked the quickest. At least not mentally. Stubby legs weren't good for long distance but Clover was finding her prey increasingly difficult to find... The crowds. Osula had attracted a multitude of criminals, dealers and monsters. Loguetown attracted a multitude of everything. From classy businessmen to rough neck sailors, the diversity was extreme and the category Fran fitted into was the most prominent; Weirdoes. She was searching for a weirdo among weirdoes and it was a difficult task even for her keen attention to detail. Her darting jumps didn't help either, granting little time between her leap and landings to scan the crowds beneath, but it struck her as practical to cover as much ground as possible. The likely pursuit of marines would help; surely they could not lose someone as simple as the cry baby? She merely had to look for their white coats to find him... “UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The helmet twitched towards the source of the scream, her gaze being obstructed clear view by a set of two buildings. An obstacle easily avoided, she merely sprung onto the offending buildings with her next jump. The scream was familiar; she had heard such wailing before from the pink shirt when he had blubbered on the presumed death of his captain. It was him, but what produced such a scream? Really, it was hard to determine. Considering his capacity to overreact in the minutes she had known him... he could have simply stubbed his toe. Clover kept Quadsong prepared anyway, just in case the stubbing rock was too fierce an opponent for Fran to handle. As she neared the edge of the last building, the scene below came into view. First she spotted the hulking viking renewing his attack with axe in hand and from there she looked to his target and... Maybe he hadn't just stubbed his toe. And it'd be worse if she left him, the crossbow flicked up from the floor to aim at the viking. However, she didn't tug the usual trigger, instead tapping a switch on the side of the weapon; the pellet gun connected to the underside of the crossbow springing in to life. The Viking flinched at the two ink pellets struck his back. Naturally he turned around to find the source of the wet feeling only to receive two more to the chest which splattered the pink ink across his front. Pink wasn't a manly colour. Pink didn't suit him, Clover decided. She pulled a match bolt from her cloak, placing it in the poised weapon as she stared down towards the angered viking. He waved his axe in irritation, trying to scare off his assailant with rage infused gestures. "Soto Flare!" Fire sprung out from the crossbow, flames that took a straight path from the tip of Quadsong into the chest of the angry viking and spread almost instantly all over his inked body. He was burning. The inferno covered his broad chest and back, even his hands where he had attempted to wipe away the pink ink to restore his manly image. Now he swiped at fire with little reward and began his own chorus of cries to match Fran's. Clover watched from her perch as he began to roam in circles before choosing a set path that would lead to water eventually. The old stop, drop and roll wasn't going to do anything here. With him out of the way she could... "..." Silently she dropped from the roof, crouching as she landed before walking towards the unfortunate pink shirt. It was a tinge of crimson now. The sniper did wince a little, she was never bothered by the injuries she inflicted upon others but seeing the harm another had caused made her a little queasy. The way the limb still clung desperately to the torso was unnerving, she paused in hesitation. Not being the sentimental type, Clover wasn't really sure how to approach the situation. "Are you ok?" She asked the man with his arm hanging by a thread. Stupid choice, she decided to try something else. Bending her knees, she dipped down to place a single hand on Fran's intact shoulder to get his attention. "We need to go." Clover stated, "Marines." she added with a grunt. Thankfully he still had legs; they could find a way back to the others some how... an idea sprung to mind. The marines were flocking to one dock, so why not go to another one? They could fetch the Paw Print and pick up the others on the way past. Two rescue missions for the price of one. "We need to go this way." Clover pointed towards an alleyway, trying to remember her mental picture of the surrounding area. Cautiously she checked the other streets for any activity; they couldn't hang around for long. "Quickly." |
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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 | Apr 27 2010, 07:33 PM Post #93 |
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Cipher Pol 0 Leader
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Pain was all Galles knew how to feel at this particular moment in his life. He was laying atop the crate with his heartbeat in his ears, drowning out the sounds of battle below. Aside from the bruises, the cuts, gashes and scrapes, his body was fine. Very little internally had happened, no organs had been damaged and even his bones were more or less fine, a few cracked ribs maybe because of that bastard's strength. Even the blood flow from the wound to his right arm, the gash from the wood he'd scraped on, had stopped bleeding. So why was he still in so much pain? His vision was fading black and white slowly, his panting ragged and mingled with groans of pain. He flopped back over onto his back and the crates underneath him shook. The crane was holding up nicely, the chains around the crates keeping him sitting up in the air, safe from eyes and harm for a moment...But he wanted to get off of here. He wanted to fight, he was a Pirate! He could still move, he could still breathe. Even through the pain, he could've gotten down there and helped Allen, Benjie and the others...He would've relished it, taking care of the Marines and the other Pirates. It'd be simply for his pistol and his blade, his devil's power...He raised his hands up slowly and winced as he looked at them. The damage was horrible. The palm of each hand looked like it'd gone through a meat grinder, horrible tears cutting into muscle everywhere and the fingers were raw as well, the layers of skin peeled away by the force meeting the rough barbs. His feet were in just as bad condition, he could feel every movement of the wind against them. They'd been stripped bare of skin by the impact too...Blood was flowing down his arms in small streams. His head fell back and he let out a strangled breath of sorts, gasping in pain as he tried to flex his hands, wincing horribly. Blood gushed out of a nasty tear across the muscle beside his thumb, splattering against his chin softly. This time, he felt everything. There was no combat rush shielding him from this pain. He hadn't enjoyed his fight against the crab. There was no thrill of a duel, just two pirates trying to kill each other for the honor of their respective Captains. The crab in memory of the idiot Allen downed and Galles fighting to rescue Benjamin. That idiot. Flinching, he tried to push himself again and sat up, letting out a ragged gasp of pain as the movement caused his feet to push into the ground a little...His body felt useless like this. He had to do something, even if it was just to get himself out of here. He needed something, his sword even, to hold himself up. The black and white vision was coming again, that unconscious state...He felt lighter. Was he going to die? Blood loss...No, that wasn't it. He could feel something, softly moving over his skin. The wind. He was seeing things in that shade of gray again, the one that he was only just learning how to achieve with focus. His body was forced to it's limits again...And his mind was picking up the slack. The pain didn't lessen even for a second, but something pushed past it. A thought. The same thought that made Galles fight harder against Benny. The thought that let Galles win against the Marines on Aokuchi. I'm going to die here. And my freedom is going to end. Instinct and memory made him turn his head, acting on the idea that he knew where his sword was. No. He remembered where it had fallen...He searched over the dock quietly with his eyes, picking apart objects as he looked over the wreckage of where he and Grigare had fought. Shining in the light, just a little piece, was the familiar glow of his prized sword. His hand moved without him even thinking about it, reaching forward with just instinct guiding what he wanted to happen, and his powers reacted. A spring began to unravel itself from Galles shoulder, winding it's way completely down his arm. It wasn't the normal kind however. From the outside, it would look like one spring was uncoiling. But inside the empty space of the main spring, was a thicker, smaller one. Pushing away from his arm, while the other extended. Extending. His hand slid through the air easily and it was quite a sight to see the flesh-colored extension speed through the air, towards his sword. One meter, two meters, three meters...By the time his hand had fully extended and there was no more of his arm to convert into spring, he had extend his arm over six meters and was grasping the hilt of his sword. It was like flexing a muscle you didn't know you had. Something wholly alien tugging and pulling. But Galles wasn't even focusing on that now. His sword was in his hand and he pulled his arm back, trying to figure out exactly to how relax that muscle. The spring on the outside was like his normal ones, but the one in the middle, inside of the spring, was extending in the opposite direction. And with that, he flexed his arm, the spring loosening as the other compressed backwards, sending his hand flying back at him. He actually winced as his sword-arm compressed backwards, sending his blade flying back at him. It never hit. The springs absorbed all the impact. The real pain was from his hand. He was gripping his sword tight, the blood flowing around the hilt painful. But he had Sentiero back. And he grinned silently to himself as he realized what he'd just done. Twisting the arm into a typical thrusting position, he realized that his arm was fine. It didn't hurt...And the impact on his hand was pushed back into the springs. He'd just found his way to help. Now to get some target practice. Turning around on the crate, he winced as he got up onto his knees and leaned over the edge slightly, using the side of his wrist to prop himself up and the other arm pulled his sword up. His pain was faded behind the very male urge to try out his new power. He'd thought his Devil's Ability was two-dimensional, but it turns out he'd found another...And he doubted this would be the last one he ever found. He had to search a little with his eyes. The dock fighting was intense and it took a second to get his bearings...He was a little behind where he and Allen had originally started. Benjie was off the boat now and looked like he and Allen were getting ready to fight hard..Both men looked capable of covering themselves. Had he really missed so much fighting? Looking around, he found someone else on the docks. A pair of Marines ganging up on one of the last remaining Showmen Pirates. Galles had no business interfering there either. His eyes moved over the dock slowly though, the placement striking his memory... The Showman was putting himself between the two Marines and Maxwell, wasn't he? Fighting to protect his captain. Galles almost lifted his sword to help right then and there, but he didn't get as much of a chance as he wanted. One of the Marines slammed the hilt of his saber into the Showman down below's side and the other slashed him across the chest. The man fell to the ground in a heap, gasping out for breath. For some reason, Galles wanted to move. Once those Marines got done with Maxwell, they'd go after Allen and Benjamin. And they might have had a hard time with two fresh Marines on top of their opponents...And it was going to hurt. He stopped aiming his sword and sat up, turning his body so that his legs dangled over the edge of the crates. It hurt like inferno to move, but he had to get down there...His powered kicked in slowly, his legs turning into springs, and he gritted his teeth. One push, and he was falling to the ground. The debris weren't around this part of the dock. He was just going to hit stone with his springs absorbing the -real- recoil...But it was still going to hurt. A lot. He gritted his teeth as the ground came into view... And he nearly bit his own tongue when he hit the ground. It was like a tidal wave of pain lanced from his feet upward. Blood sprayed as he landed and he buckled to his knees, his focus temporarily blackened under the pain. He was getting weaker, too...It took putting his blade to the ground and pushing on it to even get him to stand. And he wobbled horribly, nearly screaming as he put his weight on his feet again. So much pain, so much pain... The two Marines swiped the blood away from their weapons and one laughed as he kicked the wounded pirate aside, walking past him towards the downed Captain. "Hah! Let those other idiots die...We'll come back with the great Magical Max and get ourselves a nice fat promotion." one said, rubbing his hands greedily as they got closer to the downed Captain. They were about within distance when a red shape practically landed atop them, the two reacting just fast enough to step back. The shape had put itself between the two, but not quite with the confident post of a protector. Blood was dripping from him slowly. He was panting in ragged, hard breaths... Grigare looked like Hell. Galles attack had cracked his shell like an egg on the cement, blood was flowing out of his back like a river and his front was just as bad. Two of his arms weren't working on either side, leaving him with only two mismatched arms to cross over his chest for a guard and his pincers were dangling limply. Blood flowing out of his mouth and one eye closed, even a leg screwed up. But he was still standing in front of the mostly unharmed Marines. Tsking loudly, one of the Marines shook his head and reached into his belt, pulling free his flintlock. "Scared me...Thought this thing would be fighting that other pirate. Lemme put it out of it's misery...Hell, we might even be able to drag it back." he said, motioning his friend to continue walking towards Maxwell as he cocked the flintlock back. Grigare couldn't even retaliate, squeezing his eyes shut tightly as he heard the metal moving. Maxwell-sama... There was the sound of something rushing through the air and slamming into flesh. Metallic sounds...But no pain. Grigare opened one eye slowly and then it opened wide. Blood hit the ground in a loud splatter, and someone crumbled... But it was the Marine in front of him with the gun. There was a sword sticking out of his chest, right through roughly where his heart would be, his body slacking as the gun dropped out of his hand. But he kept moving, being pushed by the sword in his back. He flew forward so far he actually caught the surprised Marine closer to Grigare, who was caught on the sword's blade and his arm cut open, then knocked aside by the Marine who stopped moving when the arm had propelled him over the edge of the dock, in the water next to the Showman boat. And then that arm moved back, yanking his sword out of the Marine. He dropped to the water and his friend let out a strangled cry as he sputtered onto his side, holding his slashed arm in pain. Galles winced as his arm returned to him. Grigare looked at the Pirate in utter shock, his eyed wide as his spring-powered arm slid back to the pirate, who was standing there with glaze over his azure eyes. Panting in pain, he cursed his sentimentality heavily...And looked to Grigare angrily, swiping his shortsword to the side. "Crab! Get him and go, now!" he yelled, his voice only catching a little. The noise seemed to snap Grigare from his daze and he nodded fervently, pushing himself to his feet and turning, using his working arms to scoop Maxwell up. The crab only turned once, tear sparkling in it's eyes and Galles just grimaced and looked away. The moment passed in a second as the Crab leapt forward into the ocean, panting raggedly as it's legs kicked and it carried Maxwell away from Loguetown. Wincing again as he looked back to the dock, Galles' eyes landed on Allen and he let out another ragged, pained breath as he put his sword to the ground. He began to use it like a walking stick to take some of his weight off...Which didn't help much, because his hands couldn't take the weight either. "Allen! Benjamin!" he yelled loudly, wincing as his throat caught again. He was running out of willpower to stand or move and the blood caking the duelist was thick. "Little help?" he called, grinning nervously as his legs gave out completely and he hit the dock knees first, panting as he doubled over. All of the blood was flowing from his hands and feet now, he was rapidly growing paler...But he'd at least managed to do his part, he guessed. Handling that fucking Crooing bastard and then rescuing him, that had to be the blood loss affecting him. It wasn't that he respected the fact the little bastard could get up after taking that executioner-like blow, but put his life on the line -again- for that undeserving idiot of a Captain... He just owed him for calling his Captain an idiot, didn't he? Though, he had kicked Galles ass pretty hard too...Not that bad a fighter in the end. Well fuck. He coughed out a pained laugh as he tried to push his elbows, but found the strength pretty much lost. He did respect him. |
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 | Apr 28 2010, 08:37 PM Post #94 |
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As Ben struck the two of them, both Nemo and Bya looked up at him in anger. Ben started yelling at them not to touch the little brat. When Ben immediately proceeded to go to her side, He then turned around and proceeded to tell Nemo and Bya to fix the boat for the artisans instead of the showmen. Hearing this Both Nemo and Bya looked to each other. when they looked back to Ben, who stood on the end of the boat. He then jumped off with “that dead girl walking” on his shoulder, right onto the dock. As Ben disappeared behind the side of the ship, Nemo and Bya looked at each other again. Nemo said. “Dude this is messed up! we get kidnapped by some crack pots so we would fix there ship. We take care of them, now this guy with real women problems is telling us we should fix this ship for them instead.” both of the two walk to the edge and took a look at what was going on dockside, he saw all the fighting between the local marines and a bunch of pirates. Nemo then noticed that hack of a magician the showmen’s call captain. Nemo then looked around for anything to throw, when he noticed a small piece of wood near his foot that had come from the broken crates. Nemo picked it up and tossed it directly at the hacks head. They then turned around and as they walked Nemo looked down, and asked Bya. “You know what? Nobody knows we are here, except of coarse Ben and a couple of those showman Quacks. We could just jump ship, and no one would be the wiser. after all. All we really knew about these artisans was that woman crazy lunatic that just jumped off. what do you think buddy. |
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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 | Apr 30 2010, 06:19 PM Post #95 |
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As the two Marines and the Pirate started to struggle getting up from their momentary chaos, the Marine that got pushed into the group started to fight against the Showman Ticket person, while the other Marine started to get up, trying to find quickly who had pushed his ally into the struggle between them. He looked around, only to soon move his face toward a fist that had been coming right for him. "Ultra Punch!" He yelled out, his fist smashing into the Marine Ensign's face, knocking him back and next to the two that were struggling again. The man groaned as he tried sitting up again, before he found a foot being stomped into his gut that made him lose his wind before he fell back and found another foot onto his head, not being pushed hard enough to kill him this time, but knocking him out was another good option that was going to be used here. While the passed out Marine laid on the pier, the Showman and Marine fight were still underway, and the two Marines that had previously been going after Benjie were now coming to help out, before they noticed Allen there. They realized that he was the one that was helping fight against the Marines, so they looked at each other, before going and trying to attack the Pirate Captain. Unfortunately for them, they weren't very sneaky, as Allen turned around, his arm up as he blocked one of the attacks that went for him by a sword with his steel armguard on his arms. Not even making a dent with the attack, the Carpenter moved his leg up, seeing as the man had still been moving forward with the attack, as he kicked him right where the sun don't shine, causing him to fall some. The other man then saw his chance, taking his axe in his hand, while swinging it in a wide arc to hit the Pirate. The Pirate saw this however, and brought his other arm up to block the blow, though with his bad footing he had to stumble a bit while doing so. The Axe Marine then came forward with another strike when the last one had ended. Though, Allen had gotten his balance back, and instead of staying still he jumped up into the air, swinging his leg around for one of his favorite attacks. "Tornado Kick!" He yelled out, kicking the man square in the chest at an angle, as he was sent into a spin, his axe still in his hand. When Allen landed on the ground, he already had to roll out of the way of the Showman's foot, as he and the Marine's fight had gotten back to standing, though each were tired. With two Marines and two Pirates each from different crews, the battle started off again, though it wouldn't be too long of one. The Marine that had fought with the Showman had lost his weapon, being weaponless just like the Pirates, though Allen was trained how to fight weaponless from birth, so even though the other Ensign had a sword, he had the advantage. The Sword Marine dashed forward, already aiming a swipe at the Martial Artist, who simply deflected it with his arm guard and kicked the man in the back toward the Showman. The Pirate, in turn, tried to move out of the way, but was tossed into a heap on the pier. That left the weaponless Marine and Allen for a moment, and with a quick kick to his gut, the already tired Marine fell onto the pier. The Marine with the sword stood up, the blade bloody as he had stabbed the Ticket man with it. Allen saw this, and looked at the Marine while the Ensign decided to run at him. The Captain got into a stance while he waited for the Marine to approach, and when he was in range, he threw his left arm up to block and deflect the sword while his other arm went and gave the man a quick jab to the mouth that dazed the Marine some, forcing him to take a step back while trying to get his jaw back to feeling right. But that was all the time Allen needed for his counter-attack, as he did when he reared his fist back before slamming it into the man's cranium along with yelling "Ultra Punch!" while doing so. The blow hit the man square in the head, right at where his eyes were, which pushed him back another step. While the Marine did so, Allen soon has his leg going up again and issued another kick to the man square in his chest. "Great Kick!" He yelled, while the man groaned and was pushed off the pier and into the ocean, presumably knocked out, since he floated back to the surface face up. "Don't mess with the Artisan Pirates!" The Victorious Pirate Captain said, running a hand through his hair while doing so. He hadn't really gained any blood stains from himself, though there were a few small ones on his clothing from his adversaries, but his pain was starting to catch up with him now. He was at least going to have some bruises from the fighting, probably some fractured bones as well. Galles's voice then started cutting through his ears while he stood there. "Allen! Benjamin! Little help?" The man's voice yelled out, while his Captain turned to see him starting to fall onto the pier. "Galles!" The Carpenter yelled out, turning and jogging over to him, since his ribs suddenly wouldn't allow him the curtness to run to his Crewmate. Upon reaching him, Allen noticed that the man had already lost enough blood as he probably should've, and his pale appearance also frightened the Captain. "Let's get outta here," He said, swooping down and getting the man's arm around his neck before shifting his right hand to his belt to help support him while he was somewhat carried to... "I say we take the Showman Boat for a spin," He said, standing up while using his strength to keep Galles up with him. The man's belongings were weighing him down some, but he wasn't going to leave the Sharpshooter behind. "Do you think your friend went off to help Fran out?" He said, starting to walk towards the gangplank that would take the two aboard the Showman ship and hopefully get them out of Loguetown and out to the Ocean so they could take care of Galles's wounds more. And if all went to Allen's hopes, the guy in the armor helmet would get Fran and meet them out at sea, since he figured the man in the armor probably wanted to make sure Galles would be alright before maybe heading off on his own. Though, his sharpshooting skills looked pretty good... Shaking his head, Allen got to the gangplank, and with much strength, got the two men aboard the Showman Vessel and onto the deck. Looking around, the Captain headed for one of the rooms that was close to where they were, and after knocking it open with his boot, the door opened wide to reveal what seemed to be a Doctor's room. Looking around, the Captain hauled the Marksman to a bed, and set him down on it. "I'll get this ship out to sea, then we'll see about treating your wounds," Allen said, standing up and scratching his head. Hopefully he'd be able to figure out how to get this ship to leave the Harbor quickly, since he had a bad feeling that there would be more Marines where those had come from, and hopefully no Marine Captain would follow them as well. "Anything you need before I get working?" The Captain asked his Crew member, adjusting his sunglasses some to see in the room. |
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| Nary | May 2 2010, 06:31 AM Post #96 |
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Fran held his right shoulder firmly as blood poured out of the badly hacked wound. For one, the pink wearing pirate was still somewhat lucky that his whole arm didn’t get lobed off. But was it really lucky? If his arm was cleanly cut off he might have been spared the pain of having his own arm hanging by the bit of muscles and bone that were left undamaged. It was also a matter of time before Fran passed out from the intense pain or from the rampant blood loss. Time was ticking. Clearly, the afro pirate was in quite a predicament, not only was he injured to a point that he could barely keep consciousness, but he also wasn’t allowed to turn around and run. No, the oversized goliath with the now bloodied axe stared right towards Fran, like a raging bull eyeing the matador’s crimson cloth. But this time Fran was a wounded matador who ran away with a limp in his legs while the Viking was an enraged bull who craved blood. Whining wasn’t going to take care of the Viking. Fran reached out for his harpoon as he grunted. He was now starting to feel dizzy, a clear sign of severe blood loss. Whatever the wounded navigator planned to do, he had better do it fast or die a pathetic death. Slowly Fran rose from his crouched position and managed to get a half decent stance. He spread his legs far apart to gain much foot hold as possible while his right arm dangled loosely; every motion sent a surge of pain to Fran’s brain, but he didn’t have the luxury to accommodate it. Fran had nothing else to do but grip his harpoon firmly and gritted his teeth. The bloodied pirate knew there was little he could do against a humongous meatball with a gigantic axe swinging his way. But just as Fran thought he might be standing on his very last hurrah, Lady Luck suddenly sent a blinding smile to his direction. From a distance, one would have mistaken the shady figure as an angel of justice sent to help Fran in his most desperate time. With his almighty presence and mighty crossbow he sent bolts of justice onto the axe wielding behemoth. There was something odd about the ‘bolts of justice’ though. As the Viking stopped half way through his attack, he turned around and there it was; pink dabs of what seemed to be pain across his back. Now Fran wasn’t sure if he had just lost too much blood and had began to see things or his faith in luck was dwindling down all together. But then again, he could have sworn it was pink dabs of paint. After a brief moment, the man suddenly exploded to flames. The injured, pink wearing pirate was baffled, was it some sort of divine punishment? No one would suddenly burst into flames, more so a huge Viking who, just moments ago was about to drop the axe at Fran. But there was no other logical explanation; this must be a miracle, a miracle!!! Now, if only there was another miracle for Fran’s right arm, he’d worship Lady Luck for the rest of his life. Sadly, there wasn’t a second miracle. What did arrive though was the helmet wearing dude that Galles had brought back from his little excursion. In as much as Fran wanted to get even with the bucket head, his less than a hundred percent arm was holding him back, big time. The afro pirate simply accepted the man’s shoulders and nodded to his suggestion of going the opposite direction from where the marines were headed. By now, Fran felt the full effects of his apparent blood loss; he was light headed and dizzy at the same time. His focus was off as he drifted to and fro from consciousness. In other words, he was completely dependent on this new found comrade that Galles had brought back. Fran dangled his injured arm along as the two ‘men’ scurried from alley to alley in a very clumsy dash. The pain was keeping Fran from dozing off to Neverland. Oh what he’d give for a shot of morphine just about now. Just then, he saw a familiar sight, just around the corner was a drug store that Fran used to steal medicine back when he terrorized the streets of Loguetown. He nudged his companion softly as he was now out of strength. Fran mustered everything he had and requested, “Hey, just over that corner, yeah that one with the parlor shop.” He paused, and then continued with his now pale colored lips, “ If you turn right there would be a drug store, think we can drop by and get a few medical kits and maybe a dozen or so of morphine?” Fran was desperate, and he needed the drug right now. |
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| ♠ Shamma | May 3 2010, 03:29 PM Post #97 |
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That the cry-baby could still walk was a bonus, she had honestly expected some tirade about being unable to walk through the pain despite all the real injuries being focused around his shoulder joint. Then it would have been a choice of abandoning him with a claim of MIA or carrying him on her back. As if that would ever happen. The sniper tried to remain focused on their surroundings during his laboured clambering to feet, finding herself switching from checking the alleyways to staring at his efforts and mentally willing him to hurry up. Really, just one arm there and he would be able to lift... Clover tapped her foot the single time impatiently, stopping to convince herself that this was the best he could do in that condition. To prevent the building agitation of waiting, she turned her back on Fran completely till he was done. It was a bad choice. After a series of groans, the Navigator was apparently up on his feet but expecting help as he put an arm onto her nearest shoulder. Clover flinched quite visible, stunned by the direct approach the injured cry-baby took when dealing with her. Had he misinterpreted her touch from before? That had only been to get his attention. Or was he simply assuming she would support his weight freely like some benevolent saviour? It was pretty clear they didn't know each other. He would learn. The sniper gave a low growl as Fran proceeded with his 'carrymeplease' attitude, slumping onto her arm his battered body. He was making a mess of her cloak, staining it with his blood! Clover was fuming within the helmet now; the considered option of MIA was almost too tempting. Her fingers drifted on the handle of Quadsong as she went through the quick and simple process of putting him out of his misery in her mind and smiled. The man swayed, gasping for air in obvious pain. Glancing at him, half interested and half wanting to reel away in disgust, she could see the gathering beads of sweat and his eyes lifting in a dazed fashion. She didn't do pity though. He was repulsive in this state, already smelling and being dirty and... Clover closed her eyes. Gross. He was dribbling without realising. Swinging her head in the opposite direction, the sniper began to walk away from her host only to find the Navigator was quite stuck to her despite his obvious weakness. "Get..." The sniper began to growl, only to find herself biting her tongue as she looked back at Fran again. Maybe she did do pity. "...Just try to stay balanced." And off they set with the astounding speed of a step every few seconds, the sniper finding she was dragging the hopeless cry-baby rather than supporting him with the constant lapse of body control or attention. Every time he lost conscious for a second, his slouching would slow their progress further. After just a minute of walking, the sniper had already stricken public places off their route to safety as they would be literal sitting ducks at this speed. But just five minutes from then, they were in a place with other people staring. She really didn't know Loguetown at all and Fran was no help. All could do was be in pain. Clover flinched again. He had nudged her. He had actually nudged her in the side. Her body jerked away from the touch as she became increasingly paranoid about having Fran leaning all over her. His condition at least prevented him from discovering the truth. Still, she listened despite the growing detest for him. "Will you hurry up if we do?" Clover snapped at him as he finished, mentally weighing up the situation in their head. She had gotten better at dragging him with their distance per minute increasing with time, but if he got something to deny the pain he might be able to walk on his own removing the horrible sensation of carrying him. Or he could overdose on the drugs and collapse. It was a certain risk; did she trust the cry-baby to not mess up? Clover glared through the slit in her helmet, taking in his answer from the withered expression. Of course he would say yes regardless, he looked desperate. But Paw's room had been filled with weird medicines and chemicals, surely one would satisfy Fran's injuries... or cause his flesh to go bloated and explode. She had tried quite a few of the concoctions on various fish after stealing the Paw Print. "...Fine." She grunted, bowing to his bewildered and helpless expression. Getting out of the public eye would be good for them as well, at least for a few moments to get the medicine. The cry-baby seemed to go faster as they headed for his drug store, Clover just assumed he was more of an addict than suspected. As they arrived she propped him on the door frame, looking side to side before lifting Quadsong out of the shrouds of her cloak. It wasn't going to be a recreational visit, raising her leg despite the possible protests from Fran; she kicked the door in and barged in with the crossbow armed. The drug store was the size of a small corner shop, compact and populated by the single pharmacist on the counter who swiftly raised his hands once a bolt had been wedged on the surface and the next aimed directly between his eyes. His hesitant smile almost made her smirk, though she refrained to keep up appearances. Instead she indicated to the wounded man in the doorway, breaking her silence with the low growl. "Give him what he wants. Quickly." |
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| Versesai | May 3 2010, 03:57 PM Post #98 |
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Galles grinned stupidly as Allen's voice called out to him, the blood loss draining him of several critical functions, most importantly at this juncture of his life was the ability to reason properly. His sword dangled loosely from his hands and when Allen grabbed him up, Galles groaned loudly and tried to use his sword like a cane, but managed to just make himself stumble more. He was in so much pain and just wanted to sleep now...He could see the grey come over his vision, but he seemed to start blacking out at this point. There was nothing left to keep him going...Of course Allen talking to him kept him from going completely out, but his mind was half gone. Responding to his question as they neared the ship, he managed to sputter out "Friend...? Oh, you m-mean Boss...Boss is fine. They'll take Fran somewhere nice." in a dull, almost drained tone. The infirmary was a welcome sight, if Galles could still see properly at this point. Instead, Allen's words seemed to weaken the duelist even more and by the time he got to the bed, he simply collapsed into it. He felt like hell rolled over with a touch of death and some of that stuff they used to make on Akolsa Island, that Sombre Parting Sake. He'd never slept so good and woke up so hung over in his life. But then his mind seemed to click and he coughed loudly as he rolled into the bed, dropping the sword over the side and listening to it clatter on the wood. Allen kept him from slipping over the edge by talking to him again. The capacity to think in his mind was pretty much burnt out, focusing on the most basic needs at this point. He couldn't think of anything beyond them. "...B...Bandages. Wrap my hands..." he muttered, groaning as he let himself slump against the bed. His hands moved without even much conscious thought about them and he grabbed the wooden box from his waist, tugging it from his belt. Fran's Rum. Somewhere inside of him, Galles knew he needed something to dull his senses before the pain alone drove him over the edge. He'd repaired his body after brawls enough to know when bad was bad, and not being able to think counted. He didn't even stop to think about the power of the rum. He opened the case and tugged the rum loose from it. Even when he opened it, he could smell it. His hands ached at even the slightest motion and positively screamed when he tugged open the bottle but he didn't stop. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a tug from the mouth, just a gulp really. It was like swallowing a mouthful of fire and angry sex, really. He coughed once before pulling the bottle from his lips and setting it beside him on the bed, next to the wall of the ship...And he sputtered, grabbing his mouth as he held down what felt like an explosion from his stomach. The pain was -fucking glorious-. It was like he's just swallowed Benjie's razors and then told him they tasted horrible. Slowly, his mind returned back to just reacting, curling up on the bed and groaning as he lifted his hands up, still remembering asking Allen to wrap them. The pain was fading and instead it all seemed to be focusing on his gut, the blood loss stopping somewhat since he was still...The white sheets of the medical bed were pooled with blood, but it wasn't growing anymore. His hands were the only things still bleeding, and he was going fast. His skin was holding steady as 'Pale as Death's Horse' and 'Bone White', but his glazed eyes were staring up at the ceiling blankly. Strange thoughts swirled in his head and he groaned softly, shaking his head as a pleasant burn began to spread over his limbs. He had a very strange moment of clarity as he recalled Boss and her face with the helmet off...Wonder what would have happened if he'd actually done anything then. Maybe if he'd kissed her- And there it was. The numbness spread to his head. The 'legendary' rum lived up to it's name and Galles grinned stupidly again, head thumping hard on the pillow. He was more or less zoned now, hands still up for wrapping. |
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| gonzo v. nemo | May 4 2010, 08:16 PM Post #99 |
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As Bya is about to answer nemo, suddenly two guys come hobbling up the gangplank. A white guy dressed almost entirely in black, caring a pale guy with brown hair and a blood stained outfit who was bleeding all over the place on his shoulder. Nemo and Bya instantly looked at both of them in shock. Nemo tuned to Bya and said. “Oh shit dude! That guy’s really is in bad shape, isn’t he.” As the guy in black carries the bloodied guy beside him all the way to some doors on deck. the man then kicks the door wide open. Nemo just laughs in pain when he sees this, and says. “Damn that guys really in one hell of a hurry, he doesn’t even check if the doors unlocked.” As he coughs in pain. He then looks down to Bya and says. “hay dude! What do ya think we should do? That guy in there’s in pretty bad shape. So buddy what do ya think, should do should we dump this place, or should we offer our hand to help them out?” Bya just lowers his head and shakes it, he then slowly looks back up to nemo with a look of. “We are so gonna live to regret this but we gotta see if we can help.” The two then, with obvious pain in the way they walk, walk to the door that these two had entered, and peeked inside. He noticed the pail guy lying there on the bed, with his sword lying there on the ground beside him and a bottle of alcohol raised to his mouth. While the guy dressed in black was standing near the vary door Nemo was looking in, thankfully with his back to him. When the guy said. “Anything you need before I get working?” Nemo couldn’t help himself when he heard that, he lauged out loud saying in a muffled voice. “By the looks of it, that bottle is more then enough for the time being.” As he instantly realized what he had done, he put his hand on his mouth. Bya just dropped his head and shook it in shame. Nemo instantly stood up straight in front of the door, with a big oh shit I messed up smile on his face. he stood there waving his right hand and rubbed the back of his head with his left hand. He then said. “You see I was kidnapped by these jokers, to fix this boat. And I was just about to jump off for safety, when i saw you and your buddy and so I hadda ask if there was anything I might be able to do to help.” with a please don’t kill me grin on his face as he waited for one of them to say something. while bya just hid behind the door just in case a fight might break out. |
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| Drifter | May 5 2010, 05:26 PM Post #100 |
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"...B...Bandages. Wrap my hands..." Galles said to Allen's reply, as the Captain nodded and went over to one of the chests that was in the room to start trying to find some bandages for Galles's hands. While the Marksman started to empty his sorrows with the thing of rum, the Martial Artist was frantically looking through all of the drawers in the chest to find some bandages quick in order to fix up his Crewmate's wounds faster. While he did find some bandages, along with some other utensils that would be needed, someone stepped up and started talking to the crew, saying “By the looks of it, that bottle is more then enough for the time being.” Almost instantly, Allen had decided to try and make himself look as menacing as possible, so he grabbed one of the scalpels out of the draw and pointing it at the new intruder, not seeing his pet yet. From behind his sunglasses, the man was glaring at the newcomer, thinking he was one of the Showman that had survived the attack that the Marines and him and Galles had given them. But luckily, Nemo was smart enough to start talking fast and explain the situation he had been in so that Allen wouldn't beat the living snot out of him at the moment. "Well, as long as you aren't with the Showmen Pirates then we're in the same boat," He said, not realizing the irony of the whole situation that he was saying. Taking the bandages in his hands after he had turned around slightly, the Captain walked over to Galles, who now looked like he was about to pass out from the Legendary Rum that Fran had gotten him earlier. Luckily he had the decency to put his hands in the air again, so that the Captain wouldn't have to bring them into the air forcefully. "As for what you can do, you can help me get the ship ready to sail so we can get off this freakin' island," Allen said, taking the bandages and wrapping Galles's left hand in them for now. He started working on his other hand while saying, "I can help you get off this island at the very least, maybe drop you off at another island on the way, though you may have to swim a bit depending on what's going on then." He finished the wrapping of his Marksman's other hand, before turning back to the man. "Right now if you could just go raise the anchor, if you want to be some major help at the moment. I'm going to try and find the ropes to release the sails and then get us out to the ocean a little bit. We'll have to wait a little bit for one of my friends, but we won't have to wait too terribly long hopefully." He started walking towards the door, seeing as there was at least enough room for him to get out of the room. Hopefully Galles would be fine for a little bit, seeing as the Rum had intoxicated him a little bit and hopefully would keep him in the bed at least until the boat was moving and such. He stopped once he was a few feet away to look back at Nemo for a moment when he first noticed Bya... Though he didn't really have time to think about the... thing. "Name's Allen by the way. Allen Sai. Now, let's get this ship to sea!" When he turned back around, he started dashing towards the main mast, thinking that time was of the essence. Once he got to the largest mast, which was kinda obvious to realize which one was the largest mast, he looked around the ropes that were holding back the sails before finally seeing which one went where, and realizing which ones needed to be secured if they wanted the sails to work to their full potential. Untying the ones that were needed to get the ship moving with the wind, the sails opened up in their appropriate spots, although the wind wasn't the strongest they still flowed with the air, seeing as it was enough to start getting the ship to work. Once that first job was done, the Captain now had the job of finding where the steering wheel of the ship was, and luckily it was just a ladder up that was easy to climb. The man quickly did so, and was soon at the wheel, ready to start steering the ship out of the Loguetown port waters and into the East Blue waters, and after hooking up with 'Boss' and Fran, they would head off onto another adventure, hopefully with better experiences than the ones they had at Loguetown. "You almost done raising the anchor?" He called out to the man and his pet... thing, hoping that they were so they could get out to the sea quickly. |
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| Nary | May 6 2010, 08:47 AM Post #101 |
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Fran could pretty much feel his face turn pale, blood was running down his spine and out onto his open wound. His mouth felt dry and his vision became so blurry that he could only see a glimpse of where the helmet wearing dude was taking him; Fran was practically running on his memory of Loguetown. And along the way Fran would occasionally lose his strength and get dragged by his companion. Things were becoming a bit problematic now as Fran’s legs had just gone numb; another clear sign of severe blood loss. The bleeding navigator made a mental note to also ask for some special blood replenishing pills, when they get to the medicine store. As Clover and Fran inched a step at a time toward the designated place, Fran could clearly see a trail of his own precious blood scattered across the ground. The now blood stained pink shirt Fran wore looked horrible. For the second time in a row, Fran had loss his battles. It wasn’t very promising for a career pirate like himself. It also made the navigator furious that he couldn’t get things done. Back then in Bijotsu, he was the only one who couldn’t properly finish off his opponent, while the others took care of theirs. Hell, even Benjamin was able to but Fran? There he was all bloodied and at the verge of losing consciousness while being dragged along by a stranger that Galles had brought back from his ‘time off’. God knows if this man was actually an undercover marine agent. Now that would be a truly scary thought. After what seemed like an eternity, Fran was suddenly thrown into a wooden door. As he hit the door, the injured man fell on his knees as he kissed the familiar polished white floor he used to terrorize. The pink wearing pirate meekly tilted his head. He was in the drugstore he had pointed out. Behind him was the helmet man who barked orders to the poor pharmacist. Fran slowly crawled up the counter. He used his remaining good arm to scale the impossible wooden desk as he left a trail of blood upon his wake. Fran laid his elbow firmly in the counter, “Hey, give me a dozen of morphine, a bottle or two of Dr. Hodgensekila’s blood restoration pills, those dudes are great, a few rolls of bandages, and maybe an arm sling.” The pharmacist sprang out of his seat as quickly as he could and came back with all the things Fran wanted. Fran motioned the man to give him a shot of morphine and asked him to put the arm sling on. After which, Fran had all the medicines shoved into a belt bag he saw off the shelves of the store. He popped a pill or two of those blood replenishing tablets into his mouth and he was all set. Or so he thought. The badly wounded pirate thought he was all ready to go around running again, with the shot of morphine, the pain on his arm had been greatly subdued and the arm sling made sure it wasn’t dangling from side to side. The blood pills have also begun to work their magic and Fran felt better. But maybe what was most effective was the fact that he was mentally ‘treated’, with the pain gone, more or less Fran thought he was a new man. And so he forced himself up. As he hoisted his body, his lone good arm had to push him up. The numbness in his legs was gone but it was still shaky; strength had not returned to his knees just yet and could not sustain Fran’s weight. As such, the navigator fell right back down on his bottom. Fran thought it was weird that he still couldn’t be back on his toes after being ‘patched up’. So he decided to try once again, only to fail miserably. He sighed. “Yo, errr... masked man that Galles brought back, can you give me a lift?" asked Fran in a very casual tone, as if they have been buddies for years as he motioned the helmet wearing guy to help pull his ass of the floor so they can get on with their ‘plan’. |
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| ♠ Shamma | May 7 2010, 05:27 AM Post #102 |
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The situation remained tense as Fran made his slow progress across the floor. The sniper did her best to keep her attention on the shaky pharmacist, who had seemingly recognised the pink-shirt pirate but not dared to squeak his discomfort in serving the man due to the very sharp looking bolt aimed between his eyes. Her patience had been withering the more time she spent with the navigator though, her pity could only barter for a brief few moments before it snapped; contemplating kicking the wounded Fran to get him to hurry up would be the first message. Abandoning him altogether would be the fourth snap. To amuse herself, Clover formed the second and third steps whilst his snail-like journey progressed. When the main event did get going though, it went fast. The pink-shirt pirate knew what he wanted and didn't dither; perhaps the sniper's mental waves of hurt had sprung some adrenaline rush that made him resist the urge to fuck up dramatically like he already had done by getting his arm practically sawn off. It was only then that Clover considered Galles being stricken by grief at the sight of a wounded comrade, an idea that dampened her spirits about the wholly positive rescue plan so far. Her gaze met the floor as an underwhelming hatred for herself took over for not getting there sooner. This was practically her fault.... ...A lift? The helmet turned its glare onto the bumbling navigator who was now unable to get up. She knew it, he overdosed and now he was more useless than before. It was a pointless trip. He has tricked her into satisfying his horrible addictions and practically doomed them both. "Lift?" She uttered coldly, questioning the very word as she stepped past Fran and his outstretched hand. Instead she bent her knees a little and grabbed the back of his annoying pink shirt. As if he was worthy of being lifted, instead he was getting dragged all the way there for being an idiot. Clover set off for the door, tugging along Fran on his ass till he gained the will power to get up on his own. The pharmacist seemed happy to let it happen, some subtle revenge on the youth who had terrorised him all those years ago. The sniper was already ignoring him, dragging the navigator out of the kick-down doorway and back onto the streets. She didn't care about the weird looks anymore, anyone who bothered would die. Horribly. --- Sadly, nobody died. And Fran managed to summon the willpower to stand. With some dignity regained, the pair were able to approach the separate dock cautiously, Clover naturally taking the lead with confident steps along the wooden walkways; as thought, the marines had largely been drawn towards the outbreak of pirates on the main dock of Loguetown where the Showman Pirate ship was situated. This left the Paw Print with a single angry looking, but very short, dock owner. He was apparently still displeased at the poor parking arrangement and damage caused to the docks. The sniper only looked at him for a brief second, her attention instead being drawn to the damage her stolen ship had endured. The calamitous duo of Allen and Fran had done a rushed job which was poor in quality! It was no wonder they had reappeared so quickly, she could still see the blackened areas where the ship had been set alight. She had honestly expected them to completely remake the vessel in those damaged parts; her high expectations were shot down again. The helmet turned its gaze on the navigator once more, a cruel look behind the iron mask. "Hopeless." She remarked before turning back to the ship. It had drifted a bit since their leave, no longer wedged into the dock as it had been before. It removed the issue of how to make a ship go backwards, but that was just the start of the problem. The two of them couldn't sail the boat, she barely knew how to operate the vessel and the cry-baby was too... the sniper didn't expect him to know much. Clover frowned. The rescue plan kept hitting snags at every turn. "Can you sail?" She asked, not expecting a positive response. The dock officer was beginning to work out they were heading for his position, hastily pulling out his note pad to dispense a harsh bill upon the villains. Clover contemplated shooting him, but lacking a weapon to bother them with, he could probably be ignored. |
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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 | May 7 2010, 11:03 AM Post #103 |
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"B-boss won't be coming here...Too smart." Galles managed to cough out after a minute, hearing Allen speak of waiting for a friend. He was practically out of it already, the rum doing it's job of easing his pain but it also did it's job of dulling his mind to such a level that his ability to form thoughts was amazing, let alone his ability to speak without slurring. All it manifested as right now was slowing his speech down considerably, to a more pleasantly buzzed drawl that made him sound very relaxed and care-free, when little could be further from the truth. "If he's still out there, Boss has got him...S-set sail, swing around to the other dock...They'll head there. Too many Marines between us and them to wait." he said, his voice dragging a little. He had to fight the urge to move his hands, but the bandages were tight on them and the blood flow seemed to have stopped with something to put pressure on it. Groaning again, Galles curled up against the linens on the bed and reached out, performing an impressive feat of ingenuity to get at his liquor. With his hands so bandaged, he actually caught the bottle in the crook of his elbow and tilted his head, bringing it to his lips and taking another healthy drag from it. The fire hit his lips again but this time he didn't sputter or cough out in pain again, he was getting used to it. The sensation in his gut wasn't letting up though, but that was fine. He could still feel the pain working through him, but it was dulled under the mask of other sensations and thought. He didn't even pay attention as Allen and this new guy talked, he was putting -many- years of similar situations to use. He picked the cork up for the rum bottle with his teeth and brought it to the bottle's mouth, pushing it in and twisting it a little with his teeth before letting it settle on the side of the bed, sighing softly as he sprawled back on the bed now. He hadn't even opened his eyes throughout the process, he just looked like he was doing things unconsciously which was pretty much the truth at this point. His body was done moving and only his mind was really working, the liquor providing enough of a fuel source to circumvent his need to pass out. He didn't particularly want to 'sleep' right now, like his body seemed to be begging him. He didn't really want to admit it to himself, but he was afraid he'd finally give in and never get back up. He really didn't want to die here. Of all the places he'd been nearly killed, this place had to be the most worthless. He couldn't help but lament this entire experience, to the point that he just wanted to scoff at himself for this entire useless experience. All he'd done was fight a naive crab who just wanted to protect his friend, even if it meant his life. Exactly what Galles was doing for his friends. In this case, wasn't he the bad guy? He was really straying from his path of freedom to get so caught up in this bullshit anymore and he knew it. But at the same time, it was occurring to him that he wasn't really the wicked evil in all this...The Crab had attacked him, instead of rushing to his boss. And his boss had attacked Allen, those pirates had all been trying to kill them the entire time...Maybe he'd settle on just wishing it hadn't come to blows. His body ached and he struggled not to give in, but the alcohol only did so much. He opened one eye and immediately felt his head ache as his brain tried to process the information, which developed into a migraine and he yelled out as it felt like someone jabbed a spike into his head, clasping his hand over his head. And adding the pain of the battered hand to the migraine, sputtering out in laughter as he put his hand back at his side, uncomfortably settling on the bed as he closed his eye. He wasn't going anywhere and not for a while... |
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| gonzo v. nemo | May 7 2010, 06:06 PM Post #104 |
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Nemo saw the guy in black turn around with the knife in hand, and a I’m gonna kill you look in his eyes. Nemo seeing this instantly thought he had really screwed up, as Bya instantly got into attack prostitution. Thankfully the hate quickly faded from his face, as he said. "Well, as long as you aren't with the Showmen Pirates then we're in the same boat," hearing this Bya instantly lowered his head and just shook it, as Nemo ’s heart started to slow down, he watched the guy in black take care of the bloody mess that was his buddy. Allan then said over his shoulder "As for what you can do, you can help me get the ship ready to sail so we can get off this freakin' island," while continuing to help his friend. the man started talking about being able to take him home but he’d probably have to swim a little. Nemo couldn’t help but laugh at hearing this. Allan then asked if he could raise the anchor to help every one out. Nemo said “ah ya! Ok! no problem. I guess.” as him and Bya turned around to find the wheel and raise anchor. when he then heard the guy say "Name's Allen by the way. Allen Sai. Now, let's get this ship to sea!" Nemo turned back around and said “oh ya! sorry about that dude. names Nemo and this is my friend () but just call him Bya, he seems to like it. Nice to meet you Allen Sai. Now lets get outta here” Nemo and Bya then ran around to find the anchor wheel. Nemo looked down to Bya and said. “Dude I thought that dude was gonna give me a permanent smile with that thing.” Bya just puffed in a “your over reacting.” way. Nemo looked down and said. “Dude you didn’t see that sick smile on his face.” Bya just looked up with a “Lets just find that wheel” look. Nemo instantly made the comment. “Ya lets see just how you’d look if some one pulled all those K9’s of yours.” Bya instantly shut his mouth. As Bya then spotted the wheel, when he made a slight growl. Nemo looked to see what’s up, when he spotted it. He then said. “Ya ya if you had given me another few minutes, id have found it first.” they both headed toward the wheel, when Nemo stopped then looked at the wheel then down to Bya and said. “ You know what, I really don’t think we thought this through.” As he grabs the wheel and started turning it by himself. Bya just sat there with a look of “That’s what you get for talking about someone pulling my teeth.” while Nemo was grunting as he turned the crank. When he says to Bya “oh shut up.” He then heard Allan yell out. "You almost done raising the anchor?" Nemo yelled out in response. “Ya in a minute it’ll be secured.” He then looked back to Bya and said. “although we’d have been done already if it wasn’t for you sittin on your ass the whole time.” Bya just stuck out his tongue when Nemo finally secured the anchor up he yelled out “ok Allan Sai everything’s set.” Nemo and Bya both started back, Nemo then tapped Bya in the right shoulder with his hip making Bya limp a little harder on his left leg. Nemo said “hay buddy! your lucky right now ya know that, normal circumstances id have so put that collar and chain right back on ya. And you would have been helping me.” Bya stooped in mid stride and slapped his paw right in Nemo’s gut, with a “ Ya and that would have been just the start” look. Nemo bent over and coughed and said. “low blow dude, low blow” They then saw Allan at the wheel, as Nemo yelled up “Ok dude what’s next.” |
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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 | May 9 2010, 06:03 PM Post #105 |
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As Nemo yelled out to Allen that he got the anchor pulled up, the ship had started to move. The Captain of the Artisan Pirates turned the steering wheel to his left, in which the boat did the same and started heading out to the ocean, not too slowly yet not too fast as well. The ship lurched onward, the pier of Loguetown becoming more and more out of reach while it did so. The ocean's waves rocked the boat slightly as it moved along, heading towards the safe distance Allen was hoping for so they could wait for Fran and 'Boss.' The Martial Artist let out a sigh of relief as they started pulling away, though Nemo's question was yelled up shortly afterward. "We're heading out to a safe distance, then we're going to be waiting for my friend, then once he's out here we'll be heading off to our next location that has yet to be determined," The man yelled down, sending a hand through his hair while doing so. Galles's yell was the next thing that hit his ears, though he figured that the man would be able to deal with a few more minutes of being by himself until Allen could assess the situation a little more clearly. They had just got away from the Loguetown Port, after at least injuring if not killing the Marines that were located there, and now they were having to wait for Fran and 'Boss' so they could leave. Even though his Navigator had extremely bad luck, he was still confident that he could figure out how to get off the island with the mysterious metal helmeted man, hopefully on the boat that he had yet to fix, though it wouldn't take long to fix up the damage that it had endured. The Man looked out at the other end of the port, trying to see if he could spot the Paw Print heading out to sea, or if the Marines had started chasing them yet. He himself wasn't at his full power anymore, and he doubted that Galles was in any condition to fight, and the new comer and his pet looked like they could take on a few more Marines if the time was right, though he still wasn't sure that they could. Both unfortunately and luckily, the Man didn't see any movement along that side of the port yet, meaning that the Marines hadn't caught word of their misdeeds as of yet, but also hadn't decided to chase them as of yet. The man sighed again, looking out to their position before turning the wheel slightly so they would stay along the same area, though he doubted that they could stay like this for long. Hopefully Fran and Boss would be able to get to their boat fast, as the thought crossed his mind yet again. Finally, he stepped back from the wheel and walked over to descend down the ladder that took him up to the wheel. Landing on deck, he walked over to the side of it, checking the port side once again, seeing if there were any new movements along it. Once again, there were none. He adjusted his sunglasses with his left hand, looking up at the sky this time, trying to distract himself and decide where they should head to next. The next stop should probably be more of a supply run stop, maybe to trade in this boat for one that would suit the Artisans more, and also to stock up for their next adventure. Boss could do what he wanted, and they could drop off the Newcomer if he and his pet thing wanted to be dropped off. Yeah, that sounded pretty good. The Artisans couldn't stop now, they were only two islands in on their adventures after all. |
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