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Topic Started: Jun 5 2010, 07:51 AM (537 Views)
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"And then... detain for qu-...questioning."

Clad from head to toe, each member of the group, a soft desert brown. Desert wear consisted basically of a thin cloak and balaclava so they didn't stand out horrendously on the blank wasteland. They were a group of seven, the largest of them reading their mission out loud for the second time in the past hour. Waiting around in the desert was quite boring.

And uncomfortable. Lucius prided himself as a man who could withstand any environment as a display of his manliness, just as his father had taught. But even for someone like him, who could convince his body that a dry desert was a wonderful atmosphere through sheer willpower alone; the desert heat had got unpleasant. The sand got between toes and grinded at the skin, a case not helped by the Junior Lieutenant’s apparent lack of foot-wear in all situations, no measly desert would change his compulsory negligence of footwear. He had stopped caring for the scorches soles of his feet after a kilometre of walking through the arid desert, though if he occasionally raised his foot for an extended period of time and lowered again; the sensation would strike back anew.

But only an idiot would do that. The purple haired marine looked past the paper he had been reading to his feet, noticing he had been standing on one foot as a method of physical training. He had taken to training himself since a child, developing random techniques to use in everyday life to help increase his muscle power. It was a trait that came through most frequently when he faced threat, a last minute preparation and belief that a single gram of muscle could save his life at any given moment. Of course his understanding of what muscle actually was wasn't exceptional. The substance that rippled his flesh and powered his ferocious work ethic wasn't a mystery but nor was it a well clued fact. It just existed and it helped. Lucius considered lowering his foot. It was probably about time to switch legs.

"...Nah." He grunted at random, several shifts to his side suggesting the five escorts had turned to look. They had yet to learn how to exist alongside the Lieutenant Junior, thus each noise he made caused them to take notice before growing more annoyed with the frequent pointless excerpts. Having bracketed them all as 'Recruits', the muscular marine did not take to their rude instances of staring too kindly; tough love was the key to training any soldier up. That was how he learned! Thus the cycle began again, Lucius turning a blue-eyed counter-stare upon his observers till, one-by-one, their loss of nerve overwhelmed growing frustration and they looked away into the desert. He was hardly a man to be feared by nature, but the 'Hammerfist Boxer' was certainly capable of using his muscular mass to his advantage. Having won the man-glare contest, he returned his now-bored gaze back to their target.

It was a cruel task, the stakeout, especially for a man of Lucius' morals. Before them sat the target, a desert oasis estate that spanned for several acres. Plus green plains and multiple desert springs lay before them, at the centre of the dream-land stood a tall white mansion. If the winds grew quiet or carried in their favour, a soft caribbean beat could be heard. There was a party in wonderland and currently they were invited. It was torture to the body and duty to stare at the criminal hive and be unable to do anything. Yet.

The Lieutenant Junior flinched in anticipation as a bush on the edge of the estate moved; at the point where green lands turned to wasteland desert. Was there man finally here? How long had he been sitting in a bush? Was their camouflage that good? Lucius had required a second desert cloak to cover his mighty purple mane after all. But his hopes were dashed when a man did not emerge from the large shrub; instead the same Frox was taunting them again. At first he had considered it an elegant creature, a fuzzy creature with a redish-greenish fur coat and large ears; it’s weird backlegs allowed it to hop several meters at a time with a bushy tail bringing up the rear. He had even laughed the first time it had jumped, so unexpected had it been. A chorus of 'ssssssssh's' had been required to muffle his chuckle then. But not now, he no longer laughed but instead clenched his fist. The Frox was clearly mocking them.

In his moment of irritation, his foot dropped back onto the burning sand. He realised it quickly, containing a yelp with a clamped jaw as his lumbering form shook from a single spasm. A hollow grunt emerged from this, earning the glances of the recruits once more. Lucius kept his foot down, no weakness to be shown to recruits, he endured by maintaining a flat foot and closed jaw till the sensation passed and gazes averted. That Frox was going to pay.

He would've started, made a dash for the creature with its bizarre hopping legs, caught it and beaten the crap out of its sniggering features. But the step did not feature in the next moment, instead the muscular marine remained still and unsure as the Frox took another hop across paradise. Even in the midst’s of a heat wave, that cold presence could be felt; a chilling sensation that did not cool the heat but rather add to its discomfort. The Commander, a force of pure evil in his own dimension was somehow a hero of the marines. Though not the type his father was, no grand laughter or flowing hair cut, no inspiring speeches or epic techniques. Just Stande.

Lucius managed a cursory glance at his division leader, the Lieutenant Junior being the only member of their division to survive the trip there without pulling out due injury. He wasn't so frightening really, a short average guy. But there was something abstract, whether it was rank that Lucius had been drilled to obey by his father or his knowledge of Stande in another world... it chilled him like the others. The purple haired boxer had even at one point considered himself thrown back in time, that he was to observe the Commander's fall into darkness and try to stop it.

Sadly the dates were all wrong for that escapade.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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The desert was not a kind place. Then, by applying a simple logical progression from that point, Stande, as anything but a kind person, ought to have fit in. But things were rarely that simple. The cold-hearted Commander certainly tried to keep things simple - black and white. You either were, or you weren't. No in-between ground. Good, or evil. Punishable, or excusable. It was nice to see things fit neatly into the two extremes, without having to worry about the interjecting degrees that tainted his view of the world and its justice.

Truth be told, he wasn't a fan of the desert. It was just one of the many things on the incredibly long list of things he disliked. Disliked. There were separate lists, all mentally internalised, of things that he hated, despised and loathed, respectively. And the reasoning behind it all came down to the atmosphere. It was hot. Hot and uncomfortable. And when there was a stubborn insistence on wearing the full uniform at all times - anything less suggested a familiarity and casuality that Stande did not condone - it was quite a messy affair. He had already sacrificed his usual black attire, giving him a slightly different vibe; his men were sensing it too, and there was a slight waning of the fear. That was not appropriate. It forced Stande to work harder in keeping them terrified. Dress could make a big difference to perceptions: black decidedly suggested that he was not a pleasant person to talk to; the current light khaki-creamy blend was certainly dialling his overall unsociability down a few notches. And he was well aware of it. So he scowled a bit more to make up for it.

It seemed that with the promotion to Commander, more high-profile missions were coming his way. This latest caper: an excursion into the world of organised crime. Stande had already memorised the details in his first reading of the briefing, and was quite well aware of their current task. Stand there and wait for their operative to make contact. Which they had already been doing. Reasonably well. With the exception of a certain blunderer.

Lucius Jerstem - a dictionary definition would have lacked the words to describe the depth of ineptitude and idiocy that inhabited that hollow shell of an ape. It was still a puzzle as to how Stande's repeated complaints and applications to have him removed had failed; whereas other, more capable (it was impossible to find one less capable) officers like Terrisman were removed from his Division. If Stande found the hand guiding such sadistic movements, he would chop it off and spend some time mutilating the body it was attached to.

He was performing some mindless dance now, or something. A mating ritual, perhaps. Gorillas didn't live in the desert, but knowing Jerstem, he would probably expect them to. The hissing and grunting as he shuffled around with unnecessary noise earned him a sharp glare from the Commander as he stood there at the front of the group, watching the oasis estate for any signs of an approaching man. Wherever this person was, he was late. And tardiness was definitely on the 'punishable' side.
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“A chef?!”

Those were the very same words Alexander muttered when he first heard about his latest assignment. It wasn’t like he hated his line of work; in fact he liked it quite well, to a degree at least. He was placed into a rather big operation involving some big shot across the desert living in a mansion. Why anyone would choose to erect a mansion in the middle of nowhere was beyond Alexander. He was to infiltrate the said mansion as a chef and make something happen so that an external team can break in. How Alexander does it is none of the higher ups concern, the paper simply said ‘to make it happen’ on the given date, a week from when the mission was given.

Alexander opened his eyes as he began to go to work. A week has passed since he had worked inside the overly large ivory colored mansion. It didn’t take long for the doctor to have memorized each and every turn. Of course, there were some places which were tightly guarded; the Big Bosses’ room and the treasury. But it was cool, Alexander had everything planned out. He smiled at a passing by waiter who in turned smiled back to him. It was easy to set himself into the heart of his colleagues, he just had to smile and help them once in a while and poof instant friendship. He even did good enough to get the head chef to trust him enough to make the cocktail drinks.

Party seemed to be an everyday thing inside the pearly white manor. Yeng Boil especially enjoys long parties, from dawn to dusk. Parties usually happen about four to five times a week. It would have been fine if it were the usual err... ‘Mafia’ parties, but Yeng’s parties always tend to be too rowdy. Not that Alexander has any problem with it; he does at times get to flirt with some of the models that Yeng brings along. Happy times.

Right now however, it was time to put on his poker face and get to work. Carefully, Alexander slips a sachet of sleep inducing drugs in to the cocktail that would be served to everyone in the manor. He then placed four full glass bowls of spiked cocktails for the waiters to serve. Unfortunately, Yeng and his lackeys wouldn’t be sleeping when the marines get there. Apparently, they were holding a meeting on the second floor with some rather shady characters who had been staying in the mansion for as long as Alexander has. And are also the cause of Alexander’s stress; they keep ordering food none stop, as if they have bottomless pits for stomachs. Alexander assumed they were Yeng’s bodyguards.

Once the drinks were served, it was only a matter of time before every one dozed off. Alexander circled the perimeter twice to make sure he hadn’t skipped anyone, once he was sure, the young ensign headed out the manor. He moved eastward towards the designated rendezvous. And soon enough he caught a glimpse of a handful marine operatives in sand camouflage waiting around the slope. One was running around chasing some odd creature while the rest of them amused themselves with his idiocy.
Alexander sighed.

He frowned upon the lone man running around while being in a delicate mission. What were the resource office even thinking when they decided to take the man in? Incompetence really makes the marines look bad to the public eye, especially when the public pay high taxes for the marines services.

Alexander gave out a loud cough, “Ahem, now if everyone would excuse my tardiness, I had to check the whole mansion twice to make sure everyone was sound asleep.” The blonde doctor took a short break, he then plunged his right hand into his pocket to produce a piece of paper with a detailed map of the mansion. “No, if you gentlemen would kindly look at the map I have made, you will notice that there are four stairways scattered around the mansion, I would best suggest we split into teams and cover these exits.” He then pointed at a room with a red circle, “This is where Yeng is currently holding a meeting with his guest. And this if you might notice.” Alexander yet again pointed to another area with a red circle, “Is the most probable exit Yeng would use, the west staircase.”

The ensign looked up, “So, Any questions?”
Edited by Nary, Jun 14 2010, 06:58 AM.
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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Hallucination, mirage or simply a fascination with the lively Frox. A figure had finally emerged before the group of camouflaged, walking with certain steps at first towards the stealth-averse soldiers until he paused and seemed hesitant. At least to the eyes of the watching Lucius, the man among them that stood out sorely upon the desert landscape after lengths of his purple hair had been freed from his poorly constructed balaclava. Fidgeting once too often did have its drawbacks. His considerable bulk also attributed to this poor disguise amidst the sands; whilst the smaller man could pass as a small divot shaped by the winds, Lucius top heavy nature made his outline against the wasteland entirely unnatural. There weren't too many flecked purple shrubs gracing the area either.

The Lieutenant Jnr. was oblivious to the faults in his cover though, remaining true to his duty and observing the incoming figure in silence. He even attempted to hide himself more by crouching against the sands; though this only caused his knees to connect with the heated grains and create another awkward moment of pain. This was communicated by a sharp intake of air and a series of unpleasant grunts as he bit down hard on his lower lip, the muscular marine still refused to show weakness in the group where only one was his superior in rank. He glanced in both directions, switching between hateful Commander and willing natives before he returned to watching the approaching man.

The blonde seemed almost fixated on the Frox from a distance and then drew out a frown as he seemed to agree with the general consensus that the creature was a pain. Momentarily Lucius considered the man 'slow' for not working this out earlier; the rest of them certainly had. He was also slow in making them wait, the purple maned giant shifting uneasily as the rest of them didn't act in a hostile manner. The blonde was still alive, the sharpshooter among them had not shot him down in cold blood as he usually did to hazards, it tweaked that this was probably the guy they were all waiting on. For whatever reason.

He announced his arrival with a cough.

Lucius sighed.

He frowned upon the lone man who had managed to catch a cold just before a delicate mission, in the heat of a desert no less! What were the resource office even thinking when they decided to take the poorly man in? Bad health really made the supposedly elite marine force look bad to the public eye, especially when the public paid high taxes for the marine’s services. If they couldn't even raise strong, healthy soldiers... Lucius finished his frown. He would have to kick some discipline into the meek fellow.

But not before kicking some discipline into the sleeping criminals they were about to bust! What kind of no good scum bag would dare sleep on the eve of a marine raid?! Even if their obvious wit left the pirates, as any man of crime was a pirate, out of the loop; they should still not dare to catch forty-winks in case the law busted in on them at anytime. A life of crime was a life of fear because justice always prevailed! Sleeping was just sheer arrogance. Lucius raised a fist to the sky, pumping his arm at the same time and then drawing his hand to his chest; topping off the moment with a stern look to the skies. He would have allowed a single tear to roll down his cheek if not for the desert heat leeching most moisture from his body. His moment of respect passed over the map-talk, not that he would remember any of it once the action started.

Any questions? The purple haired man twitched. Who was he, why was he here, who paid for his medical insurance, was the blonde natural or dyed, why were they even sleeping, who the hell was going to kick that Frox's ass? Steadily the mound of muscle that was Lucius edged forward; his camouflaging desert attire drifting off his body with each step to reveal his white uniform beneath. His large hand reached up to the balaclava last, not bothering to unravel but instead tear it from his head and release the excessive amount of purple hair to the world. His path took him past their blonde informant, the Lieutenant Jnr. pausing to place a heavy palm on Alexander's shoulder that would cause the average man to collapse; at times he could simply not control his own strength.

"Informant guy..." Lucius began, glancing towards the blonde at his side. "Go get a check up for that cough. Leave this to the real men."

He finished his words with a typical grin, brightened by the row of gleaming teeth held within that thick jaw. Lucius released the grip, walking again towards the desert oasis before them with a determined look. It struck him that he had already forgotten the mission objective and the place was far larger than the standard household but like the noble leader of men he was destined to be; Lucius Jerstem strode forward into the unknown, his pace increasing with each step.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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Any other man might have tapped his foot in impatience. But for Stande, that was a wasted movement, a wasted expenditure of energy. There was nothing to show his displeasure other than a frown that was perhaps three or four degrees sharper than his usual scowl. Discerning between the many displeased looks of Stande Ardgriffe was an art that required decades of close study; no-one had come close to completing the course as of yet. Even Mama Ardgriffe had given up after a while, and thrown her pumpkin pie out the window in frustration.

A quick glance down at his wrist confirmed the commander's complaint. Their contact was running late. An entire five minutes late. Perhaps five near misses and a bullet to the calf would help ensure punctuality the next time. The grunting caveman a few feet away caused Stande's frown to sharpen by a few further degrees. Lucius required many more than five shots. And considering the broadness of his figure and the overall bulk he carried, it was unlikely that he would have to take any liberties with missing on purpose. Lucius was a big fatboy, he could take it.

Eventually, a figure approached them. Only Stande's eyes moved as he tracked the man's movements across the sand, coming towards them from the oasis estate. Presumably it was the informant. Even if it was a hostile enemy, no-one - there was a quick glance sideways at Lucius - could be stupid enough to approach a group of opponents, unless they had some sort of military superpower. The Commander's hand rested at his side, ready to snap to attention and draw his weapon if needed.

“Ahem, now if everyone would excuse my tardiness, I had to check the whole mansion twice to make sure everyone was sound asleep.”

A slight redeeming point. Meticulousness in ensuring success - the blond had just won a point in his favour. A single point. It wasn't enough. As he continued to explain, Stande studied the map intently, ignoring the further yapping of his useless subordinate. Splitting the team up seemed to be a reasonable answer - they had communication devices available to them, and it wouldn't be too difficult to move around if they needed to reinforce a particular exit.

Quickly, efficiently, and without skipping a beat, Stande pointed at a number of marines. "You two. North. Two. South. You. East." If the west had been nominated as the most likely of the escape routes, the east would logically be the one to leave the least guarded. As begrudgingly as Stande might recognise Lucius' abilities, the meatsack was good as a purely physical force, if nothing else. The two of them, along with Diablos would be enough. "Remain hidden, and if the target appears at your exit, contact the others before engaging."

At this point, Stande noticed that Lucius had alread lumbered off. The frown sharpened yet another few degrees. The commander ran after the giant fool, running being the only way he could keep up with the much larger man's abnormally long strides. When he came up behind Lucius, he grabbed a fisful of the purple growth on his head and tugged on it hard, mercilessly. "You will wait for my command, Jerstem. Do I make myself clear?"

Even if Lucius could break down a wall or two with his clumsy gorilla hands, that was no reason to go marching on the building on his own. Yeng was smart enough not to hire pathetic security, the briefing had already warned that the resistance was expected to be strong. "You will come with me and Diablos, to secure the west exit and the target." He paused for a moment, before adding. "I assume you know which way west is." It was a lie, really. He assumed quite the opposite.
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Posted ImageBryce Riddler • Old man • Weapon Specialist/Inventor • BFFsBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 91 • Beli: 4,442,500 • Location: Grand Line - Gesso Island.
Posted ImageHirkane Gearmann • Shipwright • Carpenter/Merchant • Nameless CrewBounty: 3,000,000 • SD Earned: 73 • Beli: 5,000,000 • Location: Nowhere.
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After a thorough explanation of the plan the dashingly handsome blonde doctor had tirelessly planned over the past week, he was pleased to finally see the fruits of his work. Mainly the agreeing nods of almost everyone. Of course you can’t really please everyone, every individual was entitled to their own thoughts, but it couldn’t have hurt to simply nod anyway. Once Alexander was confident that he had relayed the message to everyone he quickly re-folded the paper.

And not too soon as the blonde marine had the paper back in his pants, an ominous figure across him made quick work at reigning in the status quo, Stande Ardgriffe. There was very little doubt that he was the alpha male of the group, and there was a certain aspect to his voice that made the others winced upon it. And just like that the group was efficiently split into groups that covered every exit point Alexander had pointed out complete with outside scouts. Amazingly there was not the slightest sound of complaint or even a shred of whining. Alexander was impressed, whoever this guy was, he surely commanded respect.

The goliath of the group almost immediately came marching towards Alexander. A very thick bush of purple swayed left and right with every step and with the man’s extreme bulk, one could not help but roll their eyes towards him. Then he stopped on his tracks and lifted his insanely oversized palm, with the size of that thing, it should already be considered a deadly weapon. The pat came instantaneously, a heavy mass of overly developed meat hammered down upon Alexander’s unfortunate shoulders. The full brunt of the ‘friendly’ tap made the poor doctor’s knees buckle under the strength and weight of that single palm.

"Go get a check up for that cough. Leave this to the real men."

If a real man is ball of muscles with less than a peanut for a brain, then Alexander would rather be a wuss any time. Apparently, brains seemed to be something the front office forgot when they decided to pick new members. And this big oaf who erected right in front of Alexander was one of those guys. Actually, the purple ball of muscles was quite welcomed, he was after all, providing the good doctor plenty of shade from the oh so scorching heat of the unforgiving desert.

Unfortunately for the blonde, Jerstem didn’t plan to stick around long enough to give him a proper cover from the heat. Such a shame, as it was starting to feel real comfortable. Then again, they really didn’t have time to waste, the clock was ticking and Yeng might not be too thrilled to notice that all his party people suddenly went to dreamland without him.

What Alexander didn’t expect though was for Ardgriffe literally made a mad dash just so that he’d be able to yank the brute’s hair and solidify his superiority as the ‘main’ man of the team. ‘This guy sure has a big ego problem; I’d really pity whoever this guy’s usual subordinates are...’ Alexander sighed, his name was called upon to join The Dark King of Egos and The Purple Oaf of Muscles and Stupidity.

Upon the Lieutenant Commander’s signal, the teams immediately dispersed unto their designated post. With Ardgriffe leading the march, the trio headed straight to the west exit. As Alexander trailed behind and gave the duo the space each of them needed to function. Being together with brutes usually is very stressful, one way or another. But none the less work is work, he’d just have to bear with it and get this job over with.
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line
Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues
Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33
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The behemoth had made a good ten strides past the informant when his feet met a familiar sensation. The sand had been wholly unforgiving to the bare soles of Lieutenant Junior's feet, heated to extreme levels by the harsh sun, dry and irritating when specks got lodged between his toes. But worst of all had be the occasions where the floor would shift randomly and nearly tip over his top-heavy frame. This new terrain was far more inviting; plush lawns of green grass.

Whilst the Marines had waited on their informant, the natives among them had taken guesses about the nature of the instant switch between sand and grass. The sudden change from arid sand to glistening vegetation acted as an unofficial border for Yeng’s estate and was a strikingly odd occurrence. During the rare moments when Lucius cared to listen in on the ‘unruly recruits’, he had heard the word 'sprinkler system'. It had made him chuckle; clearly it just rained a lot on one side and not so much on the other. His logic was founded on an old fable from his youth; the story of the Sengoat and the Bridge.

Sengoat and the Bridge


If rain could be split by a river, it could be split by a fraction of land in Lucius’ book. Now, as each sole pressed down on the springy, soft blades of grass, a slight dampness to the lawn suggested the inevitable; he was right! But real men did not turn around and gloat of their victories, unless the victory was supreme, so the muscular Marine pressed on despite the crushing defeat his peers had suffered. A much more pressing mission and victory awaited him inside the walls of the glimmering white mansion. That such dirty criminals could live the high life sickened him, how they got away with it was a mystery to the purple haired bodybuilder. It was only a matter of time though. The Marines always caught wind of villainy and gate crashed the crime circles with some good, clean justice. Before his expansive imagination could create a clean term wiping away filth as an elaborate metaphor to focus his thoughts around, the Junior Lieutenant felt a sharp tug back towards reality.

He was a might individual. The force that tried to hold him back would usually have been ignored, so easy would it be to drag this opposing weight along with him towards mansion. But where the hand grabbed had banished the idea of dragging, his beloved, and outrageous purple hair was the victim to this hold up... and could be damaged in the struggle that ensued. As if suddenly immersed in a hostage situation, Lucius turned slowly on his bare heels towards the fiend that had latched on to his flowing mane. Would it be a person or a cactus with an exceptional reach? Neither. He locked eyes with the shorter demon who held a completely different rank in society in his home dimension. What was their connection? Besides the hair tug at the present moment, the largest of the pair refused to flinch in the face of his superior. The order flew threw one ear and out the next but Lucius made some effort to get his purple hostage freed.

“Yeah, clear.”

The reply was greeted with relief for the bodybuilder, the released strands of hair flowed back to rejoin the stupendous haircut that covered the back and sides of the Junior Lieutenant’s head. Not one purple thread had been plucked either, a true demonstration of his masterful negotiation skills without even donning the classy top-hat and monocle. The muscular Marine was chuffed with himself, a wide grin splitting his face in two as the self awarded plaudits flowed steadily for the greatest officer of justice. But the little man always had a method of bringing him down.

“Er...”

His natural reaction when it came to directions was to follow his gut. The dry desert had offered few eating supplies on the way and their notoriously strict leader had refused breaking into the supplies till mission was complete, so his gut was on strike. Next was to stare up into the sky and try to recall what the survival handbook had said about where the sun was in relation to time of day would tell him which direction was... he didn’t really recall how it worked but eventually he would know where North was and then East would be opposite West. Lucius was not the type to carry a watch though, the lack of a time-keeping device being the smallest of problems he would have calculating West via the sun. Then he tried to feel for the wind, certain winds would be hotter than others if they flowed from a certain direct according to an old buddy in the barracks. As he spread out his arms, the Lieutenant Jnr. felt for the shallow breeze.

“Huh, everywhere is hot...” He mumbled, noticing the flaw in his plan.

And then he was just fresh out of ideas and incredibly confused. How did people even know what direction things were? Why was it North, South, East and West? The pounding questions were pletiful and mostly irrelevent, only remembering that they were on a strict mission stopped Lucius from going over the issue in thorough and illogical manner. He hadn't even considered the possibility of everything to do with directions being reversed in the parrellel dimension.

A solution so simple did eventually dawn on him after half a minute's consideration, he clicked his fingers and pointed at Stande and Diablos. "I'll just follow you guys."
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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Lucius; 6SD - 1,200,000 ::beli::

Alex; 3SD - 700,000 ::beli::

Stande; 3SD - 700,000 ::beli::

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Delgado Brundlefly • "Chef" • Scientist/Chef • Iron RoseBounty: 16,000,000 • SD Earned: 158 • Beli: 41,654,166 • Location: Blue Brick Island

Cosmo S. Periwinkle • Nurse • Martial Artist/Doctor • Cobalt BraveThreat: 0 • SD Earned: 18 • Beli: 6,500,000 • L: Garland Island, North Blue.

Mattei of White Bay • Crew Position • Profession Name • [url=insert pirate crew link here]Pirate Crew[/url] • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 21 • Beli: 2,280,000 • Location: The Hood, North Blue

Icarus Moccasin • Crew Position • Shipwright/Artist • [url=insert crew URL here]Crew (if applicable)[/url] • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 4 • Beli: 1,450,000 • L: The location your character is at – At least mention which Blue.

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