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| ♠ Shamma | May 1 2010, 06:27 PM Post #106 |
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[Yaksha, Mildra] The secretary had been biting her nails over her mess up with the last guest, so the arrival of the pair was unnoticed till the male spoke up. "Oh, er, yes sir. If you- ah.." She was a bit all over, struggling to form a sentence and fell silent at the librarians final remark. "Oh, the jailer." She confirmed after a pause, briskly pampering her hair that had developed split ends during the past minute of worrying. "Oh, We- I can't reveal that information, sorry sir." Another pause. "Oh!" The blond was suddenly active again, less all over the place this time as she reached under her desk into a file. "You're both the lost bounty hunters!" The realisation was accompanied with a smile that suggested she was very pleased with herself, so early in the shift too! "Your paperwork is here! I think there's a shortage to the guard on the northern border... unless you had special orders?" She asked while placing the forms on the desk, a pencil pusher was never really clued in on the activities of the base. [Nat, Amelia] ((You seem to be getting along nicely on your own.)) [Mariko, Aoime, Elizza] Bucket-head #5 and #Greg were the ones to notice Aoime, being closer to her cell they were drawn to the plea. Bucket-head #1 had run off somewhere, with #2 and #3 keenly watching Jakub deliver the beatdown to the bitch. #5 laughed. A prisoner, asking for them to lessen their pain? "Fififififi! Stupid criminal bitch!" He shouted back, folding his arms in front of the cell and staring at her. "If it hurts so much, why don't you cry and squeal about it! Fifififififi!" A still winded #Greg nodded in agreement, muttering something about eating shit before feeling sorry for himself again. "VRRRRRAAAAAH!" Jakub pulled back after being headbutted, clutching his throat and stamping his foot in sheer frustration. He had pounded the prisoner half to death and yet she was still fighting?! His eye gleamed, launching forward again suddenly with a more precise move than random flailing. His bulk filled the cell, a large right palm slamming into Mariko's guard and pushing the female straight into the wall. The large hand pinned her there, Jakub was far stronger than his captive but it became irrelevant as the sapping power of his seastone knuckles took full effect on Mariko. They were a pure, unlike the cuffs, rendering her quite helpless as Jakub's enraged features grew victorious. "Vorst Beeeeeetch!" He roared in her face, droplets of spit hitting the female during the process. He was really quite vulgar. The cell door clanked. It got worse. "Yessssss, vvvorst!" His unusual body was now shaking with excitement, Buckethead #1 had reappeared with a red hot bucket and a metal poker. Delighted, Jakub grabbed the end of the poker, raising its end from the heated bucket to reveal it was also red hot. Its end resembled the mark of the marines. "Dissssss. Dis miiiine sign! Youu, vrelong to meeeee vith dis!" He explained in the broken language, taunting the prisoner with the heated poker. He didn't taunt for long before slamming the poker into Mariko's right cheek, the hot metal burning its imprint into the flesh. The sensation was probably an unusual one for the devil fruit user, usually immune to such harm. But not with the seastone pressed against her; every bit of pain attached to the burning sensation was there to be enjoyed as Jakub laughed like a maniac. |
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| Yaksha | May 1 2010, 07:08 PM Post #107 |
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Romwell's eyes lit up, as he leaned across the desk. His eyes seemed queer and lifeless without his glasses, as if he was trying and barely succeeding to contain his emotions as he spoke. His voice was sickly sweet, and full of a politeness that was almost shockingly false. "Yessss, I have special orders. Your lieutenant commander or commander or captain or god knows what told me that this girl was to be interrogated. She seems to have been found hiding out in some room of the base, and from what I overheard she's from an island the world government is unaware of. That means the sooner we can get the information from this girl, the better. But the man that called me down here insisted that I follow HIS orders first, so here I am. All signed in and legitimate." He seemed half furious and half nervous, like something was starting to fray at his psyche as he spoke to her. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a single deep breath, releasing it and leaning away from the desk. "Now, for the third time. I'm not a bounty hunter; I'm a traveling librarian. Unlike your hunters, I expect no pay for what I'm doing. This is my duty as a civilian, to make sure your work goes as it should. And while I'm perfectly happy to help, I daresay that we can spare fifteen minutes for me to debrief this little girl before I go on patrol. Now, that said..." He spread his arms wide, looking almost pleading. "I acknowledge my authority here is only slightly above that of a prisoner's. So, dear. If you'd be kind enough to find out what's most important to get done, I'll be right there to help. But, please. A little more respect? At times like this, I can see why people don't trust the marines too much..." He paused, leaning close to the paper and seeming to stare at the signature just above his. Finally, he looked up and smiled with an expression of slight puzzlement. "This DOES say Nat, yes? That's my apprentice's name. A teenager? Somewhat thin? It's possible he was wearing what looked like a kitten outfit." |
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| SqwhirlGod | May 2 2010, 01:59 AM Post #108 |
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Amelia worked hard for what she had, she ahd to go to forested areas to collect wood or pay for some overpriced material in stores. She then needed to carve her own arrows out of the wood and find a smith to make the arrow head. The money she had earned were from bounties, bounties that almost took her life, or simply baiting people into attacking and reporting them, then demanding retribution. Oh yes, she was a bitch, but hard working. Though the most physically straining thing she had performed in the last week was carrying this hammer for those 5 - 10 minutes. She was either out of shape or Nat much more so than she was. Either way she was no longer in the mood to carry around such a weapon, it would be tedious and tiring. She rested her head on the table for nothing more than a minute, but before she knew it she was out. The passed out teen easily slid the hammer from the bench making a loud noise that snapped her eyes open for a second as she looked around. She saw nothing and quickly placed her head down once again. The Loud sound though, had snapped Nat's attention to a room in the halls. The fading noise didn't leave much time for Nat to find it's source, it meant that he'd have to think quickly and move quicker. Immediately the carpet covered teen took off towards the nearest room, a clear fire burning behind his eyes. His carpeted hands pressed against the doorknob and almost immediately bursted in, his hands falling to his side and becoming closed fists as he opened his mouth to speak. The only thing was, nothing came out. As he stared ahead at what was suppose to be Amelia he noticed something was off. The person was on a toilet and trying to cover himself with the roll of toilet paper Nat merely blinked and was really stuck without a single thing to say. "Uhhh.....Light a Match?" he attempted to joke as he backed away. As he began to turn away, a plunger came flying at him, as did rolls of toilet paper and other washroom products. The boy curled himself up slightly into a guard as the man soon began to charge at him himself, causing Nat to run away for, who knows how long, before he ended up back where he started. The teens legs wobbled for a few seconds, the alcohol's effect accompanied by the running fatiguing him more so than expected. The tired Teen brought his mass of carpet over to the room once again, evading the washroom this time. He was using the wall as support, but was luckily able to find his way to yet another room. It was a lunch room, yes, quite an empty lunch room. He didn't want to risk walking to far into the room out of fear of collapsing somewhere on the ground. His weight all fell to the chair as he lunged his head forward resting on the table and releasing his carpeted form. The carpet almost seemed to be pulled into his skin as beads of sweat became very visible beneath his carpeted form. If he actually took time to look ,he would have realized Amelia was right there with his hammer. |
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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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| geomease | May 2 2010, 06:52 PM Post #109 |
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Mildra stood by master before the normal shaped woman and was humming happily. She seemed mostly oblivious to whatever was happening around her. Pojo who had remained quite on her head for some time was a little distrusting of this individual. She understood that Mildra was highly attached to her but, she couldn't understand why. He seemed so bland and normal, and yet, it was as if there was something else. She fluttered over to his head, which was a way higher up and nestled at the top so she could get a feeling for her. She gave a few soft clucks before she got a dark chill down her spine. Squawking loudly she scrambled back to Mildra's head and began to cluck and flap her wings like mad. Mldra's eye wandered up to her poultry companion and nodded and mhmmed. "Ahhaa Pojo saw it too then. Master is really a a great great man, Mildra can tell mhmmm!" Mildra reassured herself nodding in agreement to her own hypothesis, an act which she believed made it even more true. The woman began to mention strange things about something called bounty hunters and towers and a whole lot of things she didn't really understand. Mildra simply looked up at master affectionately. In her mind she was already thinking up hypothetical adventures that she and master would undoubtedly have. In her mind they took the form of crudely drawn crayon representations of them. They were chasing a giant monster when another giant monster came out from behind them and went rawr! Mildra spun around and pointed at the monster, master said "Mildra attack!" and Mildra did and the monster was vanquished and everyone was happy! "It was the greatest adventure ever!" Mildra said aloud in a most disturbing manner. Apparently she confused her daydream with reality, something which happened quite frequently. Pojo covered her face and shook her head embarrassed at Mildra short attention span, though she was quite used to it. She gave Mildra's head a few hard pecks and snapped Mildra back to reality. "Ahhh ooooppsie! Sorry..." She apologized fidgeting with her fingers in a sorrowful manner. Edited by geomease, May 2 2010, 06:57 PM.
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| Dyson | May 3 2010, 12:50 PM Post #110 |
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Mariko felt suddenly helpless as Jakub sped up his attack and accurately struck her head-on with his massive hand, sending her flying into the back wall of her cell like a bullet. She crunched into the brick and gasped for air as the impact knocked the wind out of her quite literally. While the apparent g-forces were just starting to die down, the massive hand was clamped against her and held her in place. The pure seastone felt cold, ice cold, and it burned her and sapped all of her strength. She was unable to fight back or do anything, and even her weak struggles would cause little problem for a normal man. She continued to try to twist as the seastone seared at her flesh supernaturally, letting out guttural squeaks as little else would come out. The sound of the men arriving with their heated poker caused her little distress even as drops of spittle from the gorilla dripped lightly down her face. Her eyes focused on the red hot iron that was suddenly waved around in front of her and the gleam in her eyes died instantly. As the hot metal was pressed into her cheek, Mariko merely grit her teeth and focused her one eye in a cold glare into Jakub's own eyes. The smell of burning flesh and the heat that seared her into her skull didn't falter her gaze. Her eyepatch, right above the hot iron, heated up a bit as well as she could feel it invading her through her hidden, wounded eye socket. Still, she didn't moan or cry out in pain. Even after Jakub had dropped her to the ground and left her at the back of her cell. Mariko reached up to the still burning wound on her face, the symbol of the Marine's wings scorched there with the intent to permanently mark her. As property? As a show of force? It was utterly pointless. Mariko coughed, hot blood spritzing out through her teeth as she felt the internal wounds from getting pounded into the wall act up. Her shaking, shackled hands rose up to her face and felt the bleeding, semi-cauterized wound on her cheek. She touched the skin slightly, and then suddenly and violently dragged her nails through the flesh, sending a jagged line across Jakub's mark. "See you soon." She told the jailer distantly, letting the blood flow freely from her face and down her neck. Edited by Dyson, May 3 2010, 12:50 PM.
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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 Wings • Commendations: 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 • Remember those who tread before you. Jeanne Larahe • Alycia Rose Crawford • Sanosuke 'Onii-chan' Harada • Lina Aconite | |
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| ♠ Shamma | May 7 2010, 09:46 AM Post #111 |
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((No Winter again. Told to push on.)) [Yaksha, Mildra] "Oh! Well.. uh.. sir could... ah.." Try as she might, the secretary could not intercept the flow of words spouting from the man's mouth as went on and on, a bead of sweat escaped her hair line; she was never good at dealing with complaining hunters. As he seemed to plead, she did too by clasping both her hands together. Begging was probably a better word for it. "Yes, Mr. Librarian, sir. I'm sorry! But Hitsuji has a lot of prisoners, we can't just let a-anyone... oh, I'm really sorry again!" She was quite meek about it, bowing her head on the final apology. She didn't raise her head till the last question was poised, looking towards the name being pointed at. She could help with that! "Oh! Yes, sir. He didn't fill in the document properly but if you know him you could do that..." Suddenly the blond was reaching beneath the desk, fumbling through papers from the sound of it till her hands reappeared holding three small yellow passes. "Then you can take these passes and give one to him. They'll grant you permission to walk around the base! Please don't misuse them..." She explained, very eager to resolve the issue with the kitten weirdo before the Lieutenant broke him and she got the blame. She would just call him after the pair was gone and nobody would be the wiser... The secretary smiled pleasantly. "Is that all, sir?" She asked, doing her best to not be put off by the random outcries of Mildra and her birdthing. [Nat, Amelia] "Private! What the hell are you?! Pull your pants up, man!" "Oh shit. Lieutenant, its not... there was..!" "No excuses, you sick fuck! I bet you're a pirate too!" "Wait, no! There was a guy and OHMYGODPLEASENO!" [Mariko, Aoime, "Dammit Jakub." Rib muttered. The lieutenant who didn't dress the part watched the confrontation and punishment as the giant freak put it, ignoring the rasped insults from the cells surrounding him. With Elles performing a famous vanishing trick, one he was familiar with after a few of their clashes, he had only hung around to see how the hired jailer went about his business. His colleague, Seariulse, wouldn't have raised an eye but to Rib it was excessive brutality. "We don't hire you to kill the prisoners." He remarked, looking between the battered Mariko and her punisher, Jakub. "Vrraaah, fruck you, Mrib! She jusse some beetch." Was the polite reply of the giant man, the door closed behind him, he paid no real attention. With the seastone on, his walk was accompanied by a screeching noise as the knuckles were dragged along the stone floor. The lieutenant frowned, shaking his head. He turned his attention to Bucketheads #1, #2 and #3. "Get some medics down here." Each bucket nodded before scurrying off. Rib chose to stay put, watching the battered female tear into her own skin. He clenched his teeth, did they really let this happen in the cells? He was curious how the other two would deal with the other prisoner too; watching #5 and #Greg from the corner of his eye. |
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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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| Yaksha | May 8 2010, 03:31 PM Post #112 |
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Romwell stared at the paper for a few moments, grabbing a pen and quickly scribbling in the information, before smoothly extracting the papers from her hand and moving towards the inside of the marine outpost with his stiff-legged walk that seemed so odd. His voice seemed half weary and half excited, as if he were thinking of something that pleased him. "Come along, Mildra. Let's see if we can't find my apprentice, and then we'll find out what we can about you. It's taken quite enough time already, I'm sure of that..." He ran a hand through his hair, lowering his hand to notice that the sweat from his brow had run into his hair, causing the color to fade a bit. He swore slightly under his breath, before smiling kindly. He rose a hand to the marines he passed, spouting out welcomes that he barely remembered as he was moving along; all that he could think about was the feel of the three passes in his hands, and how hard it had been just to obtain them. As soon as they reached a deserted hallway, his voice began to slip a bit, and the previously warm and faraway tone turned into something that was cold and observant, seemingly prepared to turn anything it spotted into an advantage. "Mildra. I'll need you to help me look for a...girl. She's about a foot shorter than me, and she has black hair. They might look like a cat. I need you to watch me, and then do what I do with every door you pass." He approached a door, knocking gently and clearing his throat, before speaking in a hoarse almost-whisper. "Is anyone there?" He pushed the door open slightly, before closing it and turning around, smirking slightly. "Alright then, dear. I'm giving you one of these passes, and you'll go run ahead to find her. If you do, make sure she gets the pass, and let everyone know you're looking for me. I'm sure they'll know where I am." He turned around, moving quickly across the floor with his hobble, and laughed to himself; if the girl had trouble, she'd probably just start smashing things, and that would work out just as well for his plans in the long run. He needed chaos, he needed spontaneity, but most of all, he needed to make sure that the marines didn't have time to let the organization so deeply trained into them take over. ============ Nearly 10 minutes later, Romwell was walking through the marine outpost swiftly, heading for the cells and holding up his pass, to the surprise of the hulking man guarding the cells. "If you don't mind, I have a few questions for the prisoners. I've been interrogating the girl that they found in the outpost, and she mentioned a few names. I'd like to see if anyone in the cells matches her descriptions; if they do, we can get information out of her much quicker." Edited by Yaksha, May 8 2010, 03:51 PM.
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| Dyson | May 9 2010, 08:28 AM Post #113 |
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Mariko slowly dragged herself up and stumbled almost immediately, not being fully balanced with her apparent injuries and having her hands shackled together in front of her. She walked towards the front of the cells but then stopped, sighing heavily like she was already exhausted. The woman knelt onto the half-charred board of wood that would have been her bed if she hadn't of used it in the now washed away shit-fire. She took a deep breath and looked forward like she was accepting a death penalty, but after a cough she spit out a bit more blood that had found its way up. "Hell of a place, ain't it." She said in a conversational tone to the lieutenant that was waiting not too far outside of her cell. Though Mariko wasn't paying much attention to what the man had said earlier, she did hear some of his... Well, she wouldn't call him a bleeding heart, but he was certainly a little more humane than that gorilla that was put in charge. She closed her eyes and shook her head, not wanting to think about that man for now at all. "I'd suggest leaving it." She added strangely, not looking at Rib when she opened her eyes. "Hey Blue, how you doing over there?" Mariko asked calmly, looking around the bars of her cell at the woman who was across from her. She hadn't seen anything else go on so she hoped that she was the only one forced into such a position. "Did you see all that? Man, the Marines hire any sleaze they can now, don't they?" She added with a weak laugh. She was doing what she could to look weakened and wounded. A subtle and painful twist of her wrists tore open the flesh under her shackles and caused thick blood to drip down along her hands. "Just gotta stay calm, don't want any more of that, do we?" She added with a small smile the crept across her face. |
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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 Wings • Commendations: 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 • Remember those who tread before you. Jeanne Larahe • Alycia Rose Crawford • Sanosuke 'Onii-chan' Harada • Lina Aconite | |
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| geomease | May 10 2010, 11:19 AM Post #114 |
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Mildra followed master by the hand until she was led into a more deserted walkway. Master's voice changed pitch and infliction and he addressed her in a far different manner. MIldra wasn't surprised by this. Somewhere deep inside she could sense master was only pretending to be something else. "Mildra. I'll need you to help me look for a...girl. She's about a foot shorter than me, and she has black hair. They might look like a cat. I need you to watch me, and then do what I do with every door you pass." "Is anyone there?" Mildra nodded her head and memorized the words and actions master was performing. Master was now giving her her first task for her to follow on her own. She'd have to complete it as directed. Though she didn't know what this "cat" like thing might be. Pojo sensing Mildra not understanding the term clucked a few times reassuring her that she'd help her figure it out. "Ahhh yes master Mildra will do exactly as shes told and give masters app-ren-tace her necklace thingy! Pojo will help Mildra too!" She beamed enthusiastically as she scurried off towards the first door she found and knocked gently on it. "Is anyone there?" She asked in a soft whisper like voice. Poking her head in she saw that there was a lot of silvery boxes and things and overhead lights. Further more the whole room smelled of food and meat. being a bit hungry she figured that if masters apprentice was anything like her she'd be in here looking for the tasty food. She began to poke around opening draws and doors trying to find the source of the food. It was miraculous but all the boxes and stuff had empty space in them and were full of a wide variety of things. one was full of metal like silvery odds and ends in various shapes and sizes. Very much liking the look of these shiny this she pulled out one with a oval shaped curved end and slipped it into her meat bag for safe keeping. Opening a large box bigger than her she saw there was a wide variety of meat stuffs in there. Taking a handful of oddly shaped links of meat she began to chew on one end and wrapped the rest of them around her chest feeding them to herself as sh consumed them. Exiting the strange room with her prize she continued on to another strange doorway and kocked and entered. It was a room that was filled with wall up spaces and mirrors and a number of strange white fixtures attached to the walls. There were a number of girls in front of them apparently peeing into them for some odd reason. "Hmmm Pojo this place is soooo weird..." Mildra commented to her companion as Pojo sighed and covered her face with her wing. A couple of the girls in the room turned around to see the shapely Mildra halfway inside watching them. Getting flustered they covered themselves up and shouted angrily at her. "What the hell are you doing in here you perverted girl, this is the mens restroom get out!" One of them shouted angrily. at her, it was embarrassing to see such a dirty and scantily clad woman peeking in on them. Mildra gulped and ran out of the room making her way down several hallways and slipping into a random door. "Whew Mildra thinks she lost them Pojo." she sighed as she looked around to see where she was. It was a large open room, there was most notably a large fluffy thing sitting next to a normal shaped girl. MMildra looked up to Pojo who clucked a few times. Could this be the girl master wa talking about? She cautiously walked up to her and leaned in sniffing her a bit. It was faint but she could sense masters scent lightly covering her. "Ahhh ha! Mildra has found masters apprentice! Mildra has come with a token of masters greatness to give to his apprentice, master already gave Mildra hers, so here is yours too!" She declared showing off her "medal of greatness" and handing the spare one towards this fluffy "cat". |
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| Aoime | May 11 2010, 12:10 PM Post #115 |
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Aoime glared at the marines and spit in there direction. She burned with hatred, and couldn't wait to get her guns. Right now she'd settle with putting her hands around one and strangling the life out of them. "Marines are a joke Mariko. Just find the dumbest guy, give them a gun and they think they're something special. No skill, no talent, no brains." She spoke with venom dripping from her voice. Still she knew she couldn't do anything until one opened the cell door. Of course they seemed to be a bit more intelligent than that, unfortunately. Maybe she could lure them in by pulling out a bullet or two from her cleavage. Then again...maybe it just bring the big one in, and he seemed more like a mindless rapist than anything else. Still at least it was worth a shot. "Hey Marine boys. You forgot to frisk me properly." She tipped her blouse down a bit showing off some more cleavage than before, and 10 bullets drooped down. She grinned a bit and did a little jiggle for them. "I think there might still be more..." |
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Aria Winters • Crew Position • Inventor/Weapon Specialist • • Bounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 9/49 • Beli: 8,150,000 • Location: - North Blue, Hitsuji Archipelago Aoi Shikyo • Ensign • Doctor/Martial Artist • • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Route 2 GL, Brick Blues island | |
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| SqwhirlGod | May 11 2010, 07:05 PM Post #116 |
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Pervert
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Silence was something to be treasured, it equaled complete bliss in a lot of situations. These situations varied from libraries to rest, with hangovers somewhere in between. Oh yes, he wanted nothing but peace and relaxation, in fact he felt he earned it with all the good deeds he had done in his life. Then again stealing from people and performing for money weren't good deeds, but the smiles on the face of the children, weren't they enough? Karma didn't think so, and karma had the last say, always. His eyes opened slowly, but not just from the noise this time, now there was also a ferocious smell. Nat wasn't sure where it was coming from, but he had a feeling that it came from who ever yelled out. the things that he thought about in that instant were strange, stranger than the smell he was sniffing at the moment. At first his eyes opened and he saw the most perfectly shaped girl he had ever seen in his life. Pure white feathers fell to the ground as the blurred and strangely lit scene began to reveal itself to the young teen. Everything from her head to her toes seemed to radiate goddess to him and it brought a smile to his half awakened state. That was until the smell, once again, kicked him in the face and knocked him back to his senses. He hadn't realized the fact she was covered in dirt and that she looked greasier than the food in the cafeteria. His face crinkled as he looked at her and the smell came at full force and all he could wonder was, what kind of fruit could create such a smell. He assumed this was all still a dream and so his head touched down on the table slowly, as if he were trying to lull himself back to sleep. It was then he noticed the blonde girl to his left and looking to his right, a chicken. Nat blinked and looked around as if he was in the middle of some drug caused fantasy and with an awkward gaze looked straight ahead. His arms jutted out and sat on the table as his eyes peered left to right and he once again lowered himself, pretending none of this was even happening while Amelia stayed peacefully asleep. Unfortunately, that didn't last long he ended up awake within seconds as the pungent aroma of raw meat biting at his nostrils. His head turned back to the primal looking girl and he sighed heavily as he stood up, blocking his nose with carpet fibers as he removed the pass from her hands. "He wanted what?" Edited by SqwhirlGod, May 13 2010, 08:12 PM.
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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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| ♠ Shamma | May 14 2010, 05:05 PM Post #117 |
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no fun
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[Yaksha] "...uuuh." The oafish man scratched his head at the request, flakes of dandruff escaping his greasy mullets as he pulled a face and shook his head. "Ey mann, dis is a sensitive area. Jakub dun like outsiders on his patch. 'e barely likes deh Lieutenants goin' in." He held a similar resemblance to the man he called boss with his long armed but was not quite the same size as the head jailer. Carefully he plucked the yellow pass from the man and looked at it. "How 'bout di-" The doorman promptly stopped as a procession led by a man wearing a bucket on his head approached, saluting the doorman. Behind him were another two wearing buckets and a man in a long white coat, he seemed to be an extremely sweaty fellow with his brow literally drenched. "'ight Harold. Go strai' in." The guard gestured, allowing the weird group to pass before turning back to the Bounty Hunter and his pass. "What I do is get you priva' interviews, yeah? Jus' tell me wha' these fellas look like and I get them." The long-arms suggested, handing back the pass to him. [Nat, Amelia, Mildra] What could a steak sandwich achieve by sitting on the next table? Just after three bites; the hours-old beverage had been abandoned upon its plate, doomed to a life of slow decay on the outside, what hope could it hold for the future? If one man would turn down its delicious innards, why not another? And more? Perhaps pity was thrown about in its mind, pity for those not tasting the warm steak at its peak or pity for its own failings as a quick snack proven too much for the consumer. Was the consumable dream a lie? Yes, a sick twisted lie stated by the man to put down his brothers and sisters, to force them into slavery. No longer, this sandwich would stand and fight. Hold his own against the tyranny of man. Revenge for his loved ones. That recruit would regret the day he did not consume him whole. But sandwiches aren't sentient. [Mariko, Aoime, Elizza] Rib was used to the banter and taunts of the cells, though he did not frequent them, any stray visit often led to blitz of offences and insults. They fell on deaf ears now, the Lieutenant coolly observing Mariko as she struggled across her cell floor then turned his attention away as if disinterested. In reality he was still watching #Greg and #5. The pair were less composed when receiving insults. "Fififi? You should be nicer, dumb bitch! Or I'll fuck you till you bleed! Fifififi!" #5 ranted, his perverted dreams almost being realised as Aoime opted to reveal her stash and more, those pair of grubby hands poised to snatch at what they could through the bars; what he intended to grasp was not metal. But a strong hand clamped down on his shoulder. #Greg had remembered the Lieutenants presence before #5, giving the fifth bucket-head no one to share his crimes with as he looked at Rib. The chilling silence was enough to make the man retreat away. In turn, the Lieutenant looked to Aoime with that uncaring gaze. "A shame our searchers are not as grabby as our jailers..." He joked, placing both hands in his pocket as he looked at the growing pile of bullets. "But what good is ammunition without a weapon?" Rib asked, noticing the arrival of the doctor at the same time. He vaguely pointed to Mariko's cell. -- "Ha....aaah. H-hello." The lanky man greeted Mariko, clasping both his hands together and flashing a nervous smile. For a medical practitioner, his personal hygiene was pretty poor, the pools of sweat clear for all to view through his blue shirt. He did his very best to cover them with the doctor's coat; but even that was getting a little damp on the focused areas. "Wh-where does it appear to hurt, m-m'dear?" The doctor asked, his medical training not the smoothest in the presence of criminals. He hadn't dared to enter the cell yet, nor could he till Bucket-head #1 returned with the keys. He glanced at her obvious injuries, the cuts and bruises, pools of blood tracing from the back of the cell to the front. Still he managed to keep the nervous smile, but his sweat levels had increased severely. He was going to have to enter the cell, wasn't he? Oh bother. |
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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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| Yaksha | May 15 2010, 07:33 AM Post #118 |
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Fairy Killer
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His heart was fluttering as he heard the man speaking. For a while now he'd been thinking that he'd be doing all of this alone, but this offer was too good to pass up; a private interview could be just what he needed to fix things, before they got any worse. Still, his face showed nothing but a warm and innocent grin as he steepled his fingers together. "She didn't really give a physical description, and I didn't think to ask. Still, she gave me a name and I think I remember her. According to our strange little stowaway, her captain's name is Elizza. I'm pretty sure it's a woman, around six feet tall. I couldn't drag much else from her." He leaned against a nearby wall, running a hand through his hair before speaking in a soft tone. "That man...you called him Harold? Was he your doctor? Looked like a medical shirt to me." He spoke in a mild, inconsequential voice as if he spoke as an afterthought. "My apprentice spent more than a few years of his life patching up wounds. I wouldn't call him a doctor, but we could always use another hand around the place." He didn't give the ogre a chance to react, as he turned away, hobbling towards the hallway he'd left Mildra to check, only to spot her coming down the hallway, young pirate in tow. His eyes lit up with glee as he spread his arms wide, all but shouting as he watched them coming. Even underneath his guise, he couldn't contain his excitement at seeing all of the events falling in place before him. Dressel's men had been rooted out, and that had certainly tripped him for a moment, but he was quickly gaining momentum. Now that he had his pieces all on the board, ready to be played, he could feel his hands trembling in excitement at the game that was about to begin. |
![]() Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok Pirates • Bounty: 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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| geomease | May 15 2010, 03:42 PM Post #119 |
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Fabulous
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Mildra stared down at the fuzz laden girl whom she had been instructed to find. She looked odd, odder than the large number of girls missing their brains even. She had thick colorful fuzz sticking out from her, was she some sort of primal girl who had fur? But it wasn't normal fur, it was rougher and scraggly, so weird. Mildra extended a finger and poked at her a few times. "Look Pojo! Masters apprentice must be some sort of sorcerer! She has fur coming off of her, so weeeeird~ Master must be a really reeeeeeally great person to have a sorcerer work for her, or maybe shes just not a very good sorcerer. Hmmmm are you a good sorcerer?" MIldra rambled on finally flat out asking her if she was any good at her obvious sorcery. Pojo being bold enough flapped down on her shoulder and nestled in for a few moments. Her fur was rough and springy, but not unbearable to the chicken, it was only a little less comfortable than Mildra's dirty matted hair. She gave a few odd clucks and flapped back up to Mildra's head. "He wanted what?" "Ahhhaa! Master wanted Mildra to give her apprentice this medal of greatness and bring her back to master! So Mildra will lead masters apprentice back to her!" Mildra declared grabbing her by the hand and pulling her long with a fairly large amount of force. Mildra got a contemplative look on her face as she looked left and right wondering where she needed to go to find master. Pointing ina few random odd directions she shook her head as she tried to remember which way she came from. "Hmmm was it this way or, that way? Hmmm this monsters insides sure is confusing..." She mumbled perplexed by how a giant monsters insides could be so hard to navigate. Pojo shaking her head a few times made a few clucks and pointing in the direction she came from. Mildra nodded her head in agreement and trotted along pulling her by the hand. "Don't worry even if Mildra gets lost Pojo always knows what direction to go, Pojo's really really reeeeally smart!" Mildra beamed over Pojo and her greatness. Pojo puffed out her chest feathers getting a proud look on her face over the praise. In her head Mildra was trying to think of what to call masters apprentice. Durka maybe? It was a funny name that'd fit a funny looking girl like her. It would probably be best to ask her but, Mildra was a little bit scared of sorcerers, especially one as oddly dressed as this one. "Hmmmm what should Pojo call you misses masters apprentice?" she finally asked as they walked through the hall back towards master. The answer would have to wait because Mildra saw master just at the end and started jumping and waving towards her enthusiastically to show her she had completely her second mission successfully. As she approached him master extended his arms to welcome her, this got Mildra really excited and she pulled the apprentice along rushing down the hall at top speed to see master. "Master master Mildra has completed her mission and found masters apprentice! It was a little hard but with Pojo's help there's nothing Mildra can't do for master!" She beamed looking up at him with wide sparkling eyes eager to see his pleasant reaction and the immanent praise she was bound to shower her with for completing her mission like a good girl. |
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| Dyson | May 17 2010, 06:54 PM Post #120 |
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Old Sea Dog
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A grin split across Mariko's face and her teeth shone white, wiped of blood at this point. She laughed along with the Marines and bore a hole in the back of Rib's head with a straight gaze. "It's cute that you think I'm joking." She said playfully, calming herself as one of the Marines' doctors wandered towards the cells in the middle. At least time and water had gotten rid of most of the stink of the shit the Marines had tossed around. The fire had helped as well. Frankly with how random these Marines were acting she had practically done them a favour by starting the fire. When Rib showed the doctor the way to her cell, she grinned back playfully. "Hallo." She said in a cutesy high pitch, leaning forward to stabilize herself onto her hands as she got up in order to stand at full height. "They don't tell you much, do they?" She asked, cracking her neck to one side. "It hurt here," Mariko said first, pointing to the bleeding patch on her cheek that was so filthy and broken the mark of that poor retard couldn't even be seen. "Here too," She added, raising her shirt a little so that the bruise across her front was obvious, from the impact she received from the impossible to dodge attack. "And here." She finished, putting her hands forward so that he could see the cut flesh under her shackles. Mariko lowered her hands again and gave the doctor a level look, splitting to a cute smile and then back to her rough and irritated self as she looked more to Rib and the rest of the Marines than the confused and lanky man. "What do you think I have, doc? Maybe it's an allergic reaction to jackasses? Better keep me away from guy in charge here." She asked, looking at him to wait for some form of response. She looked more annoyed that she did aggressive, and it was mostly on account of effort either way. |
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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 Wings • Commendations: 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 • Remember those who tread before you. Jeanne Larahe • Alycia Rose Crawford • Sanosuke 'Onii-chan' Harada • Lina Aconite | |
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