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She Got Caught!; Hounded SL
Topic Started: Feb 18 2010, 02:02 PM (8,210 Views)
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The deck of the Gallow's Peak was an impressive thing, seemingly wider then it would look to allow and mostly quite clear. There were some tables and chairs nailed to the deck in areas, but all of it was quite basic. The woman that the group had seen looking down at them was currently perched on the edge of one of the tables, several knives laying next to her. The boa she had worn was laying across the table, as was her high-heeled shoes and what looked like at least five pounds worth of finery and jewelry. The tan amazonian woman was clearly not above flash and she turned once as the group came aboard the ship, staring at Nat as he went swinging about the deck like a madman.

Indeed, he had ample room to do so and none of the Dressels got in his way, in fact the majority of them laughed or snickered and hung back, letting him go about his tomfoolery. The man's position as an entertainer was well deserved and the quietly somber mood had dropped. Dressel himself let out a bit of a laugh but he motioned Yaksha with him instead of entertaining himself watching the doctor swing about. On his ship he moved a bit more relaxed, the climb back onto the ship taking seconds after Nat stabilized the bridge between both the ships with Carpet. Dressel had seemed to take a moment with that thought, chuckling gently as he saw another Devil Fruit user. Which hardly surprised him.

Once he and Yaksha had ended up where Dressel wanted them, a large table that had an extraordinary amount of papers spread over it and plans drawn up, Dressel sat down in a large backless stool and leaned against the table, motioning Yaksha to sit in one of the billion chairs decked about the place. Nat going after anyone might be a little handicapped as a pair of Dressel Pirates approached him, both rather burly men, and clapped him on the shoulders.

"Ahoy lad! You've got to be the most entertaining thing I've seen all day! Why don't you come get a drink with us and tell us about ya'self!" one said, grinning down at the man.

"Well, let's see...The last ship was a week ago, so the transport will be coming any day now. And because of that, security is at it's most centralized..." Dressel said to Yaksha, quietly picking up what looked like a stack of papers. They were all diamond shaped and roughly the size of a hand or a foot, with scribbled messages on them. "My Second managed to...Smuggle information out to me. It looks like during the Transport Week, the guards patrol more frequently and focus more on keeping Prisoners in then anyone else out." he said, smirking a bit now and sitting up straight, looking at Yaksha quietly. He seemed to be deciding if he could trust the man, but whatever he decided it was hard to tell. "I've got a lot of good men in there, Yaksha. My second could bust himself out if needed but I want all my men back so that I can take them into the Grand Line with me. I've got an Age of Reckless Dreams to end. If you're serious about trying to get into the place, maybe you can help me get them out."

If you're not, then it'd be best for ya to get back on your ship now. I'm not going to coddle you and if ya get captured too, I can't promise you'll come out in one piece when I go in. Got it?"
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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Yaksha stared at Dressel for several long moments; he seemed almost to be staring through him, as he stripped away every layer of the hulking captain, to find the very essence within. Several moments passed, but it would've seemed like hours, before he finally spread his arms wide and let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "I'm never serious about anything, Dressel. Men who are serious inevitably end up falling apart when their serious little things seriously break down on top of them. Me? I'm efficient."

He pulled the tophat off his head, setting it on the ground gently and running a hand through his hair while he muttered softly to himself. "It's certainly no simple task...I can see why you'd need my help. If these men are so concerned with keeping prisoners in...why don't we give them someone to knock them down a peg?" He turned back to Elizza, and smiled nastily; the look would've been enough to make even Dressel begin to doubt his new acquaintance's sanity.

"My dear...I think we're going to need to bring in some help for this one. Bring me my kit; you know the one..."

Elizza stared for a moment, a grin slowly spreading across her own face, as she spoke. "Romwell? I always liked Romwell. He's such a sweet guy..."

"Yes, yes, fine, Romwell it is. Just hurry up, would you? Time is short." He slid back the sleeve on his arm, and glanced at his watch. "One hour, Dressel. We start this in exactly one hour; be ready." He turned on his heel, as if his very foot was a pivot, and moved down the glass bridge without looking down. "It's just about time..."
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The two men stared at this strange woman in silence. It was too dark to make out real details, but if the smell coming off of her was any indicator, she must have been bathing in raw steaks. Her voice was surprisingly feminine despite the stench, and Janrei stepped forward, only to lean in for a better look.
"Is that...a chicken? How the fuck did that thing get in there?"

"Whatever, man. Let's just get her into the light so we can see if anyone recognizes her. If she's in a crate, she must have gotten in there somewhere; someone's looking for this girl."

Janrei reached a hand in gently, placing it on her shoulder. "Come on, girlie...let's get you out of this dark room, alright? I'm sure we can find you something to eat if you're hungry."
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Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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Nat's goal was relatively simple, he just wanted to find out who that girl was, but nothing was ever as simple as he wanted it to be. His feet hit the ground rhythmically and in a rather rushed pace compared to his normal stepping. He was practically running to catch up with this girl, but after a while, it seemed like the world had caught up with his pace. His feet and hands swung faster and faster, he just didn't understand why nothing was happening. His momentum ended up swinging him into the ground, and then he realized something, his feet weren't even touching the ground.

His face hit the ground and he slid an inch or two forward, his behind in the air as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. He slowly rose his face off the ground and ended up on his hands and knees as he looked around some what confused. He was pretty confused, but as he rolled over and sat down, he noticed two fairly large men, muscles more than just visible, they seemed to laugh at him to. Nat's hands flew up like razors, cutting through the air, placed next to his head as his jaw dropped and eyes seemed to have lost all signs of life.

Before he managed a word, they stated their intentions, which returned his face to normal, he was now a little confused. This was the first time people spoke to him without him having to actually perform, obviously his movements were enjoyed, it would have made him smile, but he was a little confused. Two random large men just invited him to a bar and he couldn't remember what he was planning on doing before. Obviously that little slip up had it's down side, what was he doing and where was he heading? He simply blinked as he looked at them, still on ground and nothing in his head except a light wind that whistled through the awkwardly silent group.

"Uhhh....Sure?"

He agreed as he rolled backwards into a handstand, and looked around, he didn't know where one was actually. Heck, his virgin tongue had yet to even try a sip of any alcoholic beverage, curiosity was what made him agree, and as they say, curiosity killed the fairly carpeted cat. He wasn't sure how people would react to him and his young appearance, so the easiest thing to do was to cover up. In the handstand his eyes shut, and with nothing more than him touching his left hand to his right arm, the carpet sprouted from his skin. With only one arm, he fell over and landed in a crouching position to his right, standing up and looking ahead. He was feeling weird, he lacked his hammer, and it was obvious by looking back Yaksha might forget it, but he gave him the benefit of the doubt. With nothing more than a stiff, soldier like walk, he began to make his way forward, blindly going ahead, and praying these two knew where they were going.

Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue

Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35

Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line

Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54

Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue

Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22

Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line

Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13

Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue

Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10
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"Is that...a chicken? How the fuck did that thing get in there?"

Mildra looked up nervously at the 2 brainless girl who had opened the top of her small world, they seemed quite shocked that she had a chicken, undoubtedly due to their rarity. Mildra gave a smile and puffed out her chest proudly at their obvious excitement.

"Ahhaa! You're impressed with Mildra's best friend Pojo, Mildra understands because Pojo is a very special chicken!" She beamed her voice picking up pitch and intensity like an excited child. Pojo flapped up and landed onto Mildra's head and gave a slight bow over one of her wings as if she understood their affection for her. The other one mentioned getting her into the light to see if anyone could recognize her, undoubtedly these girls meant to help Mildra find a master, getting confidence she pulled herself over the edge of the box and flopped to the ground Pojo flapping her wings and landing graceful back on Mildra's head. Mildra shakily tried to get back onto her feet. She hadn't stood on her own in awhile inside the small crate so she was a bit wobbly, her greasy feet didn't help much either, this was obvious as she slipped and fell face first onto the ground painfully. Thankfully she had a rather high threshold for pain so she didn't seem to bother by this slip.

"Come on, girlie...let's get you out of this dark room, alright? I'm sure we can find you something to eat if you're hungry"

"Dark room? Do you mean the sun didn't go out?" Mildra asked still clinging to her notion that the reason it was so dark was that the sun had gone out. Pojo who was on top of her head gave her a few painful pecks and started flapping her wings and clucking at her in annoyance for her still clinging to that idea. "aaggh sorry Pojo..." Mildra apologized as she once again got back to her feet this time having gotten used to balancing her weight with substancially more success. "ahhh Mildra would very much like to see light again miss." she stated tightly grabbing onto one of their arms to help maintain her balance and keep from falling, her hand seemed to leave a nasty residue where it gripped and her grasp was fairly tight as if she harbored some fairly above average strength. Pojo, presumable the chicken, had clung tightly to her hair with her talons flapping her wings a few times to try and help maintain Mildra's balance. Having her get out of the box you could make out the large crystal club attached to her back, the little light that shown in this area was refracted through it causing it to slightly glow a faded blue color.

"O-ok... Mildra will go with you girls whoaa ahhh ok..." She agreed almost falling again causing her to momentarily tighten her grip on the girls arm to maintain balance.
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Dressel laughed a bit as Yaksha made the comment about serious men and their lives, a well placed comment. Of course when Yaksha made the comment to Elizza about where they were going from here, he just smirked at the idea of a kit and the talk of someone named Romwell. An hour was about as much time as Dressel had been figuring on anyway so he didn't bat an eyelash as the manipulative pirate declared it and walked away. The glass, and evidently now carpet, pathway between the ships held up wonderfully, the glass nearly stronger then the wood it was connected to. It also kept the boats anchored together nicely, which meant that Nat wouldn't get to be left behind.

Of course Dressel now had to factor more people into his plan and he sighed aloud at this idea, settling down in his chair as he picked up the quill on his desk.

Nat's two friends quickly clasped the entertainer on his shoulder, ignoring the kitty costume as well and led him off to what looked like a barrel-top table and some crates, several mugs of rum and various other cheap liquors laying around. They weren't alone either, a good portion of the deck hands were sitting around getting tanked as well and when Nat's companions showed up with him, the rest of them raised a glass. "Oi, that's tha' amusing lad what does the trick with the ropes, aye?" "'idn't he come up with those pirates the Boss was meetin' with? Ya think they going ta' be helping us drag Elles and the lads back?" voices chimed as the two men sat down, motioning Nat to a seat. Before long, a big mug of rum was sitting in front of Nat.

"So tell us lad, what's ya cap'n like? Dressel seemin' to take kindly to him and ye certainly got yaself a fine lass aboard. Bit of a small crew though...Ya got any stories to tell?"

Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • No IdeaBounty: ::beli:: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: ::beli:: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows.

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Aoime picked up the hunk of wrapped up meat and took, unwrapping and eating pieces of it. It wasn't much but...it was better than nothing at all. She laid back on the bed kicking her leg up and down, minding herself. She needed some guns...at this time any would do. She sighed to herself and rubbed her forehead. They have Apep and Medusa...they are going to hurt when I get them back.

She waved off the invitation to thank the creepy man, with the back of her hand. The gesture showed off the rather long and detailed tattoo of a snake running down her right arm, the head being on the back of her hand. It was a emotionless gesture, as Aoime was too busy picking the delicate meet away. The meat was...rather bland in her opinion but she wasn't arguing. Having forgotten to grab something to eat before coming in here she was a bit hungry.

It might be a long time before the real "fireworks" were launched off. "Oi...Mariko! Do me a favor, when the fireworks start making sure you wake me. I would greatly appreciate if you left me with some guards to shoot up." With that Aoime pulled a bullet from her breasts and flicked it over to Mariko's cell. "Have fun with that in the mean time.
Aria Winters • Crew Position • Inventor/Weapon Specialist • • Bounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 9/49 • Beli: 8,150,000 • Location: - North Blue, Hitsuji Archipelago

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Yaksha moved swiftly across the boat's deck, stooping only momentarily to grab Nat's hammer as he moved. The smile on his face was one of clear sadistic glee as he hefted it onto his shoulder; there was a slight grimace, but it faded as quickly as it came. "I think our dear little doctor could use a nice surprise. Elizza, if you'd be kind enough to return this to Nat? I've some work to be done..." He tossed the hammer flippantly behind him, and Elizza caught it in one hand, hefting it for several seconds. "Kid must be pretty strong; this must've been heavy for you."

"Oh, ponderously so! But there's no time to dwell on that. Romwell does take his sweet time, you know..."

The slender pirate reached down into a corner of the boat, and drew forth what seemed to be a large briefcase. As he unlatched the kit, and the top flipped open, his grin grew even wider. "Oh, it does feel so good to be back in my element..." He chuckled, his eyes twinkling nastily as he drew a small vial of what looked like blue dye, and ran a hand through his hair. "Elizza, privacy if you will? This is going to take some time. Then of course, I need to-"

"Yes, I know. I'll get on it." She turned her head, mirroring his own nasty smile as she winked. "Just make sure you get that hunk out here."

"You've spent much too much time with me, dear. You're starting to become like me; teasing Nat, teasing ME..."

"What can I say? When in Rome."

The pirate waved his hand, and emptied the contents of the vial into his hand, before quickly running it through his hair; he let out a soft hiss of approval as his hair quickly began to shift from its normal dark brown to a shade of blue. "Let the harlequinade begin, boys and girls..."
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It was almost an hour later, when Elizza stepped back onto the boat, only to see a figure lying on the ship. Their eyes were closed, and they seemed peacefully at sleep. His face gave off a slight, warm smile that made him seem all the kinder. He wore what looked like a white shirt, though the baggy sleeves easily engulfed his arms as they were crossed over his chest. She drew close, ready to nudge him with a foot, or to speak to him, before a single eye cracked open.

The pupil was the purest, brightest shade of blue, and it twinkled with a warm, distant kindness that seemed to suffuse his entire being. As he rose from the ground, his blue hair cascading forward to cover his eyes, he spoke; it was a voice that told stories of musty tomes, of worm-eaten books and the hands that repaired them. "Elizza, isn't it? God, such a long time...Still playing Hawkins, I take it?"

"Oh, shove it Romwell. There'll be plenty of time for small talk later. For now, there are some people on the adjacent ship that need to talk with you."

The man stared off for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. "And where's Yaksha this time? He never calls just to chat, always so businesslike. I take it he's gotten in over his head, so he needs a more steady hand?" Elizza never got a chance to answer, for he rose from the wooden material of the ship, moving towards the glass bridge separating them. Had Dressel taken care to watch, he would've seen the man walked with a stiff waddle, barely raising his legs as much as shuffling forward. When he did raise them, they moved slowly and stiffly, and the knees never bent, as if the muscles and ligaments within the legs were frozen stiff.

Finally, after several minutes of awkward pacing, the man stood before Dressel's crew. His eyes ran over each of them, and he clearly had a look of confusion of his face, before he snapped his fingers. "Sorry, sorry! I always forget to put my glasses back on after a nap." A hand swiftly plunged into his pocket, drawing out a pair of glasses and placing them gently hooked around his ears. He stared at each of them in turn, before chuckling. "I don't imagine you're here to buy some books, so why don't you tell me why that old snake in the sea had to bring me out here?" He smiled his distant smile, as if he were already deep in thought about something else.
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The two marines stared at her in confused silence; one of their arms was throbbing from the tight grip she'd given it, and he already felt like taking a bath from touching her, but he managed to remain calm long enough for one word to stick in his head. "Mildra...what's with that name? I swear I've heard it. Jannet, you remember where?"

"Fuck you, that's where. Still, this girl must have come from some other marine base, or a supply ship. I suppose if we take her outside and compare her to the posters, we'll find out."

Janrei moved swiftly for the door, managing to weave past the boxes this time, and laughing dully as he heard his colleague's muffled curses from the dark. He stood by the doorway, waiting for a chance to see the girl they had discovered hidden away in their base.

"You said your name was Mildra? You can call me Jay. Tell me, where'd you come from? How'd you get in that crate? I'm sure someone's waiting to see you..."
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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The 2 girls who were helping Mildra were talking about some strange things, it sounded like on of them know of Mildra already. Was she famous, obviously this was the case as Mildra was obviously a special individual. This caused Mildra to puff out her chest in pride as she slowly made her way into the light. As they stepped forth out of the dark room everything became terribly bright causing Mildra to cover her eyes and grimace in the face of this overwhelmingly bright light. Slowly the painful blinding blur subsided and Mildra was able to refocus and make out her surroundings. Mildra stood there in the open, her greasy filthy form was practically shining in the light. Two the 2 girls helping her they'd see that she was in fact a rather smaller girl, rather large chest wearing paltry animal skin coverings which just barely seemed to cover up her naughty bits. With every shaky movement her slim coverings seemed to expose more of her private flesh, which incidentally didn't seem to bother her in the least. She had a rather slim and athletic build having a somewhat dense musculature obviously reflecting her strength and more active lifestyle. Her hair was short and messy unkempt crimson hue forming points that stuck out in random directions. Despite the dirt, grim, and grease that seemed to cover her from head to toe and the almost unbearable smell she was in fact quite a cutie. The innocent and oblivious look covering her face seemed to amplify her physical features.

"You said your name was Mildra? You can call me Jay. Tell me, where'd you come from? How'd you get in that crate? I'm sure someone's waiting to see you..."

Mildra thought back for a second trying to remember how she got into the box, it was all very blurry, Mildra always had trouble thinking and concentrating, it was never her strong suit and she had a puzzled look on her face. Seeing her companion stumped Pojo started flapping her wings and clucking feeding Mildra information to give the 2 new brainless girls.

"Ahhh!! Mildra was ummm she was running away from some brainless girls who wanted to stone her and eat her. She hid in one of the giant monsters that everyone seems to use instead of caves. MIldra smelled some meat and found an open box and started eating some of it. Then once she and pojo were full we fell asleep and when she woke up she was trapped in a square small world where everything was rocking back and forth and moving. Mildra spent a really really reeeeeally long time in there and would have died if the square wasn't full of meat and water for Mildra to drink." Mildra restated the predicament as to how she got trapped inside the strange square. Pojo clucked a few more times reminded Mildra that the girl referring to herself as Jay had also asked where she came from. Midlra, not knowing any reason why not to tell her, went about explaining where she originated from.

"Ohh um Mildra comes from a place far far away. Mildra's home is covered in really big tree's that block out the sun. The sky is always orange or red and her home is full of giant monsters that try to eat Mildra and her friends. Mildra took place ina great ritual that ahh ow!" Mildra was interrupted by Pojo painfully pecking her in the head and clucking a few times. Pojo said it might not be a good idea to tell outsiders t much about her home for fear of causing a commotion like before.

"Ok, umm a lot of weird stuff happened and Mildra went to sleep for a long time. When she woke up she was in someplace completely different. It was full of weird women who all look different and many of them had no brains and they lived inside giant square monsters instead of caves! This new world is really really weird and Mildra doesn't really understand how it works..." Mildra said her voice trailing off and getting nervous and unsure towards the end clearly being unnerved by the thought of this scary new world.

"But oh! Umm Mildra knows what she has to do. Mildra needs to find herself a master to teach her the ways of this strange new world. Mildra knows that only her one true master is good enough to teach her how the world works. She knows she'll know her master when she meets him, but umm Mildra is sure you girls aren't her master, you don't smell like her master." She enthusiastically beamed as she gave the two of them a few sniffs just to be sure. She was correct in her assumption that these two weren't her master. By now she had recovered her balance enough that she could stand and move about on her own freely. She gave a few stretched causing a great number of painfully loud cracks that more unnerved those around her than her herself. She pumped both fists high in the air in excitement.

"YAAHOOO!!! Mildra is finally free, ahh feels so good~" She excitedly exclaimed as she got a rather simple looking satisfied look on her face. It would seem that despite her mature appearance that she was a rather unintelligent individual with a childishly simple outlook on life and personality. despite her seemingly harmless nature the small demonstration of strength from earlier and the sheer size of the large crystal club on her back indicated she was anything but childlike in terms of strength and as far as stamina goes anyone who could live that long in conditions such as that must have a tremendous life force. It appeared like physical force would have less of an effect on keeping her in line rather than simply persuading her to your needs, though that chicken seemed far to intelligent to be an average chicken.
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Cocky, and a rush to get to this 'Drink' he was promised, he knew his abilities would get him far in life and open windows, he just didn't expects drinks to be just outside them. The mysterious beverage was calling out to his parched tongue, and he was drawn to it by both curiosity and thirst. When the mind and body agreed on something it usually ended up happening, especially when he had little to do but walk to the location. His carpet suit made his determination and interest in this bar seem like nothing at all, it did well hiding his expression. That is until the sun hit his eyes, a glimmer of light visible as he arched his back slightly and rubbed his hands together. A devious hand rub, made it seem like he had something devious planned, yes, he seemed like a very evil kitty.

"Drink....Drink~!...Dri- Hey, HEY!"

He cried out, losing his determination as he was grabbed again, the big guys removing his feet from the ground again as they moved. They must not have noticed he was much shorter then the both of them, and the fact he was near weightless in their grasp made him fear for his life. He agreed to go with them, but he expected to walk, not be moved from place to place like some sort of toy. He simply stopped trying to fight it at this point, it was obviously not going to change anytime soon. Plus, the smell of something began to bite his nose as it wafted towards them, and though he had many confrontations with the smell, he had no idea what it was.

Within seconds he found himself around a bunch of even more men, each bigger than the last, though a few scrawny men were mixed into the group. They all seemed to be having fun and drinking this fluid like water, which he assumed must've been, regardless of the odor it had. Barrels and stools were spread about in a lazy sort of fashion, this must've been the poorest Bar to date. Though he hasn't been to many and it was probably just a temporary set up while they were there so he couldn't really complain. He was put down as the men grabbed a seat and patted down a place for him to sit as well. He blinked twice and looked around, and with his skin tone, his carpet, and his lack of a huge muscular state, he didn't seem like he'd fit in at all, but he shrugged and sat down.

He was uncomfortable for awhile, but then he heard them speak his name, well call him the amusing lad from the ship, it was the same thing when you entertained. The cat guy, The cat, the guy who stole my wallet, all valuable memories in the eyes of Nat,it meant he was doing something right, hey he got the wallet right? He looked over to the men who were asking questions about him and blinked a few times, a little shocked he got their interest. Before he knew it a Mug was dropped in front of him, making him jump a little from the shock. His face expressed nothing but surprise as he looked at the drink with open eyes, leaning forward to the mug and then backing up an inch, showing his uncertainty.

"Drink?"

He questioned as he dropped his nose gently against the mouth of the mug and inhaled the sweet scent suspiciously. His nose moved to either side of the cup before he dipped his tongue in once, the sweet taste overwhelming his senses. He moved backwards slightly and a mellow look took his eyes as he liked his lips and sat up right, his hands clutching the cup from the sides. He moved the mug up to his mouth and slowly he drank the drink down, until he ended up with it completely straight into the air, all of it rushing down his throat. This was his first time and he seemed to be addicted already, he let out a satisfied sound as a question seeped into his ears and he turned to answer, patting his belly.

"Yaksha? He's creepy, the way he moves around undetected scares me and he's pretty good with a dagger. I'm glad i'm on his good side, though he does seem like a pretty good guy."

He admitted once as he slowly felt something seep into his mind, his vision blurring slightly and his movements confusing him. He hiccuped and a slight look of surprised drowned his former expression quickly as he covered his mouth and unexpectedly let out a small chuckle before returning to being surprised.

"Whoa..."

He uttered as he moved backwards and tried to open his eyes to straighten up his vision, but that had no effect. For several moments he had experimented with his eyes, squinting and opening them, only making matters worse. He tried to hold himself up, but he toppled backwards almost instantly as a burst of laughter escaped his covered mouth, his back on the ground and his legs sitting atop the chair he was on. Strangely enough that helped a little, and he rose up the seat and sat down again, only to ball his hand and cough into it with his eyes closed. He sat looking serious for a minute and his hands rested on his lap and a sudden tension surrounded him. His right hand slowly raise up as he pointed to the sky, his arm not completely straight, but bent to point up as he said a few words.

"...One more."

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Apparently an hour later....

Several mugs covered the table and quite a few were on the ground under the table, Nat was obviously having control problems. He was now slurring and hiccuping, also he was laughing at everything that happened, he officially lost it. His hammer was now with him, but that only made things worse, he hit himself with it so many times, almost as many times as he had fallen during his attempted acts.

"And that is why pickles don't wear socks!"

He finished a joke as he broke into laughter yet again, falling down, holding his sides and kicking around viciously. Only if Yaksha could see him now.

Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue

Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35

Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line

Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54

Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue

Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22

Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line

Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13

Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue

Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10
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There wasn't much for Dressel to say as Romwell stepped aboard his ship, the seasoned pirate looking up and quite plainly staring at the man. He hadn't seen him aboard the ship and he had the vaguest sensation of recollection while he looked at him, but he couldn't place it. And with Yaksha nowhere to be found, this was certainly the oddest thing he'd had happen all day. Of course, he also wasn't drinking with Nat so it was pretty hard to compare the two.

Motioning Romwell closer, he stared once more before pushing forward some papers on the desk. Crude maps drawn by hand, rough and obviously by someone with little skill in the craft. Two of them were of the Base's perimeter and inside the wall, detailing buildings and paths, while three more were dedicated to the base itself. 'Schematics' which typically looked like stick figure drawings of the barracks, storehouses, training facilities and such dotted one page, another page was dedicated to the massive Admin Complex in the middle of the base and finally the juicy part: The prison.

Two stories tall, with the bottom area seemingly hosting what looked like an improvised kitchen and guard station. The upstairs were the cells and there looked to be roughly fourteen cells, most of them jammed with prisoners.

"I'm getting my men out. I don't know what you and your lot are doing, but if you're up for helping them I'm up for explaining. I've got five men inside, two escape routes and a back up plan involving a cannon. What do you need?" Dressel said, leaning back as he crossed his arms. He didn't fully trust this crew, but Yaksha had proven himself at least a capable wordsmith. It'd get them in the front door at least.


Nat's drinking buddies by this point were also thoroughly tanked, though they were a wee bit sober then the carpet-clad man. They'd listened with rapt attention while Nat had said his joke and before long they were snickering and laughing with him, several of them thumping the table. If it was laughter at a well executed joke or laughter at a ridiculously bad joke, no one would ever know. One man in particular was laughing loudly and had picked up a large bottle of rum, intending to hand it over to Nat before a shadow fell over the lot of them and everyone all at once quieted down. "A-ah, Ahoy Ridnao!" one of them said nervously, offering her the bottle of rum.

The First Mate of the Dressel Pirates was a rather stunning woman up close. Extremely tan skin not flawed by one battle mark but toned well for combat, long platinum-blond hair that was currently tied back in a bundle of ponytails and braids, all held together by two metal bands made of silver. A gold one piece body suit of sorts made of fabric that covered her torso, shoulders, arms down to the elbow in addition to her waist and thighs was visible, along with what looked like a tight gray vest over her chest and a pair of silver shorts, not to mention the daggers visibly decorating her.

And it was this quiet, fierce-eyed woman who reached down and hauled Nat up by the 'scruff' of his neck, sighing loudly as she took the bottle that was offered. "You lot are absolutely hopeless...Say goodbye to your friend, he's had enough and so have you." she said, glaring at the men who all seemed to whimper and protest the removal of their entertaining friend. But alas Nat was now picked up and carted off like a cat by the woman, who pulled him with her over to the side of the ship. First she set Nat down by the edge of the boat and then she turned and sat down next to him on the railing above, looking down as she crossed her arms.

"You've not been at sea long have you? Really...Anyone with their sea legs can handle their rum. Those jokers you were in company of not-withstanding."


"Maaaybe after we get outta here I'll taaake you up on some of those offers, Ehhhh Demo-woman?" Elles sniped back with a knowingly sarcastic tone as Mariko spoke. He didn't seem to bother watching either woman eat or comment on it further, in fact he sat down in his cell and picked up whatever it was he had been given to eat and began quietly eating himself. He had the side benefit of not being in shackles, though that only got him so far it seemed. Or did it? For whatever reason, Elles seemed oddly unconstrained by the bars. As if they held no meaning, his earlier antics perhaps showing that he wasn't as imprisoned as the guards believed him to be.

For a bit as they ate, he was completely quiet and seemed to be thinking, shock and miracle of all things. Of course this only lasted as long as his food did and he smirked as he stood up, crushing up what looked like a paper sack. One that seemed awful large for just some meat and food- Ah, there it was. Elles had what looked like a small bottle of rum. He either had connections, a lot of hidden beli or was a really good shag to get all this stuff smuggled in. The cap was twisted off and Elles looked down the hall, tilting his head out the bars a bit to see down as far as possible. Assured of the clear coast, he turned his head and looked down at Mariko's cell. He took one swig of the rum before capping it and kneeling down.

"Alright laaaadies. So here's what we're doing: When we get the signal, we're leaaaaving. Yeah, it's that simple. We woooon't be walking out the front gate mind you, but we might be walking out a gate someone'll make for us. After that, you're on your own for getting off the island. I've goooot a ship and we'll let you sail with us till the next island, but thats as far as we take you. Once my men and I are on board, Caaaaptain wants to sail into the Grand Line. And unless you're joining us, I'm not interested in lugging around joaaayriders." he explained, his voice a bit quieter then usual for once. And he smiled at them now. Creepy, creepy smile of his. "As long as ya got that, you're getting out of here. But we're not staying long. No revenge and if you need to hit the lockup house for your gear or something, you're not getting much support...As for you." Elles said, pointing at Mariko now and the shackles she was wearing.

"That's a bit more complicated. We'll try to find a key but I warn you now, if none of the guards in here have it, you ain't getting it off until we're on the boat. The Captain can probably do something about it, but that's it."
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Mariko couldn't help but leave Aoime with one last look as the woman returned her 'kindness' with the meat for a bullet. She picked up the single shell, then looked over to the lock on the door, followed by staring at her own cuffs. [/i]"You know, this bullet is just large enough to fit into one of the keyholes. Maybe if I hit it really hard and it went off..."[/i] She wondered to herself, shaking her head. The chance of her pulling that off properly was low enough, let along it actually working. The cuffs were a different story too, a bullet wasn't going to blow apart seastone no matter what she hoped. She was left gripping the warm bullet until she slipped it into a pocket. "Wait, was this bullet in her... Geez, weird gunmen." She pointed out to herself with an eyebrow raised.

Mariko was getting ready to pace her cell again, needing someplace to focus her energy after eating, but was cut short by the familiar weirdo's voice down the cell block starting up again. When Elles started to talk again, low and direct, she couldn't help but press partially against her bars and listen to him. Well, there wasn't much of a plan, but he certainly seemed like he knew something was going down. A smile crossed her face, finally getting to hear about some action. Even if there was a lot of extra details she didn't care too much about. Jumping on board with a random pirate crew was something she had been keeping away from for a while. Let alone a crew she'd feel a debt to. "As for the Grand Line... Geez. Maybe I'll see you there someday, but I'm not so bored of the Blues yet to commit suicide." She told herself, watching Elles across the couple of cells between them.

"Well you already know that I don't wanna play monkey wrench for you." She pointed out to Elles. "What you and your people are up to, yeah, I'm all for helping spread the chaos. You don't need me to walk them to your ship or shit like that though." She smiled a bit and let out a laugh. "I mean, fuck. Revenge is all I'm out for at this point." She said with a light-hearted tone like she was talking about shopping. "I don't care if you all bugger off. I'm getting these things off my wrists and then looking after the rest of this building." She ran a tongue over one of her canines and then let out a long breath. "What am I telling you for? If you're gonna be making your own exits you might as well just watch and have fun while gathering your men."

Mariko let out another laugh, her body starting to warm with newfound energy and a hint of bloodlust. "I don't take well to being locked up again." She told Elles, her eyes intensifying a bit, like she was staring further into the distance. "Yeah, you can have your fun, but don't mind me having mine." She added, slowly reaching out and grabbing two of the bars of her cell. "I demand my satisfaction." She let a smile cross her face as she looked back over the Elles, then she let out a slow laugh. "Oh god, I think this fucking place is getting to me." She added.

Mariko gripped the bars of her cell with her hands tightly, causing lines to intensify on the back of her hands. Her cuffs were still slick with a little bit of her blood, and her tensing caused her wrists to rub around inside of the shackles. She didn't know too much about the shape of the building, but she had seen the standard prison shape from the inside and the outside before. Information on supports and floor design started to fill her head as she quickly began to form possible floor plans and architectural elements in her head for a structure like this. Going down, to the supports, was her best option. The only thing more dangerous than a woman out to cause total destruction was one who had the training to pull it off. "Just get your men and whoever else you want alive out." Mariko said suddenly, somewhat cryptic out of the context in her own head. Now, the final stage of waiting began, she hoped.
Mariko Hel Eljudnir • No Position • Carpenter/Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 58,000,000 • SD Earned: 200 • Beli: 41,000,000 • Location: Island of Rage, Grand Line
• Strength: 80 • Speed: 45 • Stamina: 70 • Accuracy: 35 • Fortune: 53 •

Lark Reyes • Commander • Inventor / Marksman/Martial Artist/Smith • The Ardent WingsCommendations: 41 • SD Earned: 287 • Beli: 45,572,500 • Location: Kyuka, Route 2
• Strength: 53 • Speed: 125 • Stamina: 54 • Accuracy: 125 • Fortune: 67 •

Veice Vicious • No Position • Navigator / Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Threat: 103.5 • SD Earned: 215 • Beli: 20,850,000 • Location: Loguetown, East Blue
• Strength: 84 • Speed: 84 • Stamina: 55 • Accuracy: 50 • Fortune: 57 •

Ritsuka 'Rizumu' Meiban • No Position • Entertainer/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 60,00,000 • SD Earned: 214 • Beli: 48,900,000 • Location: Naia Island, Route 4
• Strength: 45 • Speed: 60 • Stamina: 54 • Accuracy: 65 • Fortune: 56 •


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Romwell returned the glance that was given to him, though it contained a clear sense of warm, distant joviality in it. From behind his glasses, the two eyes of purest blue seemed almost to sparkle; the pupils would've looked almost dead had Dressel looked, but the sclera were surprisingly clear. "Five men? Yaksha told me you had twelve-oh, I see! Moles, espionage, all those such things? How exciting!" He leaned over the schematics that Dressel was looking at, and planted a finger on the prison cells.

"Now, the first thing we need is a key. Where would marines keep keys to the cells? The ones on jail duty? No, that's only in books, always just in range to be picked....I'd wager whoever's the greatest marine there would be keeping it on a tight leash. What sort of guys would they have for this sort of place? Commander? Captain? Don't really know the marines ranks too welll, myself."

Elizza watched in silence for several moments, before shuffling off to find Nat. As Ridnao was busy sitting Yaksha down, she approached slowly, her face almost catlike as she spoke. "Sounds like you don't think much of our captain. I imagine you see him as one of those all talk, no action types? The sort of man that has big words, and not much else." Her gaze hardened, and her own voice turned as severe as the fierce-eyed woman before her. "But Yaksha is a man the likes of which you can't imagine. He has something about him. I don't know what it is, or even where it comes from, but it's like he can read a man's mind. I've seen him bring a man to his knees without raising a hand. Sometimes he doesn't even raise his voice."

Romwell stood before Dressel, staring down at the paper, and smiling nastily. "Alright then, my good man. If this is going to work, I'll need...at least one of your five men to give me a hand. If he can do at least that, we'll have your crew free by sundown." He bowed slightly, his legs shuffling minutely as he did, without bending even an inch. "Now, will that be all...Dressel, I believe?"
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The two marines stared at Mildra for a few minutes, obviously trying to untangle her words. Finally, Janrei spoke in a slow, careful voice. "Hold up, hold up, back up a little...square monsters...you mean houses? Where are you FROM, kid? What island? Caves, 'brainless girls', giant monsters? I know one island where there are giant animals, but there's no people there...God, this is already giving me a headache." The marine began to knead his forehead, clearly in pain, as he waved to Jay.

"Take care of it, Jay. You wanted your chance to make a difference, maybe you'll get to discover a new island..."

"What the...I'm not gonna-heeeeey, Mildra...alright, so why don't you walk with me? We'll find a room you can sit down in, and we'll talk a bit more. I think whatever island you're from, there's a lot of stuff we have to talk about if we're going to be able to help you."
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Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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Nat continued his laughter, along with the rest of the group as it slowly evolved into a cat like hissing sound. He was clearly overly excited and his drunken attitude had completely taken over, which was a little surprising. He wasn't even sure he had one of those till this point, but then again, he never knew something like this even existed till this point. It explained all those times in his past when his parents drank their "happy Juice" and why they acted so strange afterwards. He slowly remounted his seat, his left hand crawling up it's leg and helping himself up to a sitting position at least. He continued his loud laughing as he sat against the chair leg and roared his mad laugh into the sky.

"Now, weshouldliketotall- Hey,HEY!"

He cried as he was finally getting back up, only to have some hand grab him by his well carpeted neck and carry him away. Something about their new friend leaving and apparently he was moving off to some new location, he was that friend. He made drinking buddies without even knowing it, and now, for the third time, his feet were off the ground. He really had to put on some weight, cause this was ridiculous, even with his hammer he was still light weight to these people. This did nothing but put the fact he was weak under a bright light and would've made him realize he needed to get to training, but unfortunately he was too busy acting like he was swimming froggy style to care. He made the sounds of breathing fish, and was perfectly fine up until the point he got to the ship and was placed on the edge. For a few instances he was fine, a little wobbly, but fine nonetheless, his facial expression showed his inability to stay focused and before he knew it, he almost fell over the ship's edge.

He dropped himself forward instinctively and ended up with a face full of deck as he fell onto it with a loud thud. He let out a jumbled sentence of incomprehensible words that essentially was a joke of sorts, which once again made him laugh loudly to the sky. Once again on his back as he laughed he kicked out and rolled about, hitting head on a barrel and shocking him into a mild concussion. blunt force trauma, natures cure for stupidity. His face showed mild comfort for a few seconds before he popped right back up, a seemingly endless supply of energy flowing from his small frame. His carpet suit receded and his tan skin became visible again, he looked around, a hiccup escaping his lips as his eyes feel onto the tan woman.

"Why h-hell -hic- o there lady, i...i...i'm:

He stopped as he rushed to the edge of the boat, his head sliding over as he threw up into the sea. His arms sat loosely over the edge of the ship, his head hanging over was a carpeted layer covered his arm and wiped away some of the residue. He uncomfortably laid over the ship's edge before he collasped from his drunken fury, asleep and his hammer in hand.


Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue

Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35

Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line

Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54

Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue

Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22

Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line

Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13

Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue

Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10
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"Times have changed since I was in the Ranks, but from what I remember this outpost is small because of it's proximity to the Bounty Towns. We'll probably see some Lieutenants and such, so keep your guard up. A base like this..Hm..Sixty? Seventy men?" Dressel replied to Romwell now, contemplating it now. It was obvious he was just as much a thinker as a fighter, for he picked up a piece of paper and began to scribble something out on it as he sat there. Of course Romwell continued to speak and so he continued to listen and returned the conversation in his own way. He had expected the man to need the information so he sat up in his seat and reached out, motioning for Romwell and now he looked right up at him. "You'll be able to identify my men because they'll all be wearing a glass bracelet on top of a white and blue wrist-band. They'll mostly be stationed around the prison area, but if you go behind it and wait long enough, one should come out. He's supposed to check every three hours." he said, reaching both hands together and focusing on something, quietly.

Before long he pulled his hands away and Romwell would see four bracelets in his palms, which he dropped onto the desk. Looking up again, he continued. "They'll recognize you with those. The code word they'll ask for will be Nighthawk." he explained, standing up now. He seemed to hesitate a moment, but he sighed now. "I'm not fond of putting this in your hands, but let's see what you can do kid. You and your group have until two hours after sundown and if you're not ready, I'm laying into the place." he explained, reaching out suddenly. "I'll trust you and your Captain. Help me get my men out and I'll owe you. Plus look the other way of course...You -are- in my territory, after all."


Ridnao almost laughed at Nat's antics at this point, the drunken display of gracelessness and unimaginable bad luck made her raise her hand up to her face and sigh, though she smiled. It wasn't until Elizza came over that Ridnao's smile faded, leaving her looking up at the other woman with a bit of a faint smile now. "Not at all. Opposite in fact. These guys might be a little suspicious, but if you're good enough for the Old Dog then you're good enough for me." she explained, sighing now as she leaned against the railing and motioned over to Dressel, who was trying to shake Romwell's hand.

"Your Captain didn't show any fear. Now or before. Anyone who can pull that off in front of Him deserves some respect."


It seemed like Mariko was taking quite well to the idea of a break out, far more keenly then Elles had actually thought about. She was ready to blow any time almost, like the woman was nothing but bottled fire and glass, which was impressive and scary at the same time. So he responded quickly and pointedly, grinning at her now. "Oooonce we get the cells open, you can do whatever you really like. If you can take some action foooor yourself while we escape then I'll be happy to let you do soooo." he explained, slumping back to lay himself on the floor of the cell. Though he listened clearly to the woman still.

Of course when she commented on her satisfaction, he laughed a bit too loudly and leaned up on the floor. He looked over at Mariko while leaning on his elbows, grinning at her over the other cells. "Just be careful not to get in the boss's way...If've seen a Bounty Poster in North Blue in your life, you'll know the man who's coming for me. Von Dreadnaught." he said, grinning to himself. He was quite confident in his 'boss' rescuing him, wasn't he? Perhaps there was good reason.
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Mildra listened to the 2 brainless girls bicker back and forth about weird stuff that she didn't fully understand. Mildra wasn't fully back up to her usual self but she was aware enough to realize that these other worldly people had some interest in her home. She didn't really understand where this interest comes from, after all if Mildra couldn't really imagine growing up in anyplace different from her home. If anything this strange new world is whats most interesting. Pojo gave a few clucks instructing Mildra to be careful about handling information about their home to these folks.

"What the...I'm not gonna-heeeeey, Mildra...alright, so why don't you walk with me? We'll find a room you can sit down in, and we'll talk a bit more. I think whatever island you're from, there's a lot of stuff we have to talk about if we're going to be able to help you."

"ahhh ok, but Mildra doesn't even know how to get home so she doesn't really understand how talking about her home could possibly help her find a master..." MIldra trailed off as she agreed to follow the strange flat chested girl to where he was leading. Mildra had noticed she smelled like meat and she began to lick her meat covered arm to savor the taste. Finding the taste to be pleasant she went about licking herself as she followed after the brainless girl.

"Mmmm Mildra tastes good! No wonder all those monsters always tried to eat her! ahhghm! Ouchies!!" Mildra comically states as she tries to take a light nibble on her arm only to find that, it hurts! What a startling discovery! Biting Mildra's arm hurts her, Mildra would have to remember that in case she gets hungry not to eat herself. Pojo sighs and covers her face with one wing in embarrassment for her companion.
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