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| Shinzu | Dec 17 2010, 02:03 PM Post #61 |
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Arashi took care in not moving a muscle; after all playing dead was one of his specialties. The fact that he was blinded could only aid in this, blocking out his ability to react to any incoming attacks. Still curious however as to what Makalov was doing, the fishman squinted his eyes open slightly as he heard some tapping in the distance faintly growing closer. “Is that him?” Thought the pirate to himself as his blurred and darkened vision presented an eerie and large silhouette of some sort of caped figure. Resembling a greyish blob of some sort over all else, Arashi found it near impossible to make out what he was doing, however the question was soon answered as something flung itself out of the blobs shadow before causing him to topple over. “W-What!?” Unable to move in the slightest, the fishman realized that the object in question had wrapped itself around him tightly, much like some sort of roping or net. Regardless, such a thing could only aid the pirate in the way that his restricted movements would only make pretending to be unconscious that much more effortless. At this point Arashi could feel something else slowly tightening around his midsection before he found himself behind pulled backwards, much to his reluctance. “What the hells going on!?” With his eyesight still blurred, the fishman was forced to rely on his hearing, though this hardly contributed towards anything as the only sounds that could be heard was some sort of crackling. Before long, the pirate noted himself being dragged across something mildly sharp, a feeling that stayed with him until before he knew it, the floor itself had disappeared. Apparently hanging from something, Arashi’s eyes remained squinted as far shut as he could manage as he observed the blob which now seemed to more so resemble human shape. His first thoughts were that Makalov had disappeared and that this was some sort of ally, a fact that was possible from the way that he or she seemed to be cutting up whatever was constraining the fishman. This fact was soon dismissed however as he took note of an annoying voice yelling ‘spin’. This was certainly Makalov. For whatever reason, he had chosen not to remove the revolvers in Arashi’s hand, likely because he was thinking that he no longer needed to be on his guard. Whatever the case was, the fishman found the need to act upon feeling something tugging rather harshly on all four of his limbs, as if about to tear them off. Before thing would become too painful, the pirate opened his eyes wide as he attempted to gain a better look at the screeching noise from above. “Ferris Wheel Shot!” With those words Arashi spun his revolver around his index finger before abruptly stopping, causing the trigger to press back and fire a shot. This bullet however was not meant for Makalov and rather, the machinery above which seemed to spark slightly upon being hit before slowing down to a halt. “How anti-climatic…” Moaned the fishman. After all, he was hoping for at least a explosion or something to complement his great escape. With his vision now returning and the machine no longer tugging at his arms and legs, Arashi strained the already torn strapping around his limbs by pulling on them, ripping them to shreds as he descended onto the ground only to be caught by one final piece of rope still around him. “Well well well. Once again you failed to notice the revolvers in my hand. Not one for noticing detail are you?” Boasted the fishman as he raised his right hand, his demeanour reflective of his exhausted state. Not even sparing a word, the pirate aimed his revolver at his foe, this time preparing to fire a shot at his foes head. Clearly he wanted this over as painlessly and as quickly as possible. "Goodbye. You damned Kefka rip off." Edited by Shinzu, Dec 17 2010, 04:53 PM.
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• Gray Silverheart • Deckhand • Red Sabre Pirates • Weapon Specialist/Smith • Bounty 800,000 • Beli 5,775,000 • Strength 18 | Speed 25 | Stamina 10 | Accuracy 20 | Fortune 21 • Arashi S. Quid • None • No Crew • Marksman/Thief • Bounty 18,500,000 • Beli 17,000,000 • Strength 79 | Speed 75 | Stamina 20 | Accuracy 55 | Fortune 54 | |
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| Kiosk_Uploader | Dec 17 2010, 02:46 PM Post #62 |
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When the bullet hit the machinery, it would actually spark with the mechanical parts and the collected dust and suddenly combust! This would cause the very large suspended wheel to start spinning a bit rapidly, swinging down harshly, only one a single rope holding the wheel in the air. Many loud crackle and snapping noises from above could be heard, sending sparks all over the place. These sparks were highly unlike the fire earlier. The fire earlier was caused by a quick igniting and dying flames, only scorching the stage. But these sparks were much wilder, starting to cause the drapes to catch on fire. Makalov looked in pained bewilderment. "N-No...." he said, teeth chattering at the sight. Certain memories returned to him. Flashback "Makalov Fizzart!" "We of the North Islands Parks proudly presents..." "That's your cue Fizzart!" "...Makalov the Magician!" Makalov walked on stage, bowing gracefully, big bright smile on his face. This was his debuting moment! Ever since he was a child Makalov had dreamed of being a man who could bring the most keen of audiences into bewilderment. A Man who could make even the most upset of children full of joy from pure awe! This was his moment, this was his shining chance! The grace of his dream had enveloped him. He had barely achieved this dream, due to a specific man who had competed him for this job. But now it was rightfully his! He had attained his dream! Then as he started his first act, the spinning wheel of certain death, something went wrong... Makalov had tied his assistant to the wheel, and she was slowly being suspended into the air. "Now ladies and gentlemen! Watch closely as the young damsel will be slowly pulled apart. This machine is rigged to tear apart anyone who is appropriately bounded by the ropes you see here! What will she do!? Will a brave man come to save her!? Surely I will!" he pronounced as the wheel started to spin and rise. But the wheel... it started to spin too quickly! It was literally tearing the poor assistant apart. She let out a scream in pain, and the audience watched in horror. The trick was backfiring! Makalov panicked and quickly went behind the curtain to hit the emergency switch, which did indeed stopped the wheel, but it's uncontrollable spinning caused the wheel to roll the poor girl away as it made ground. Makalov ran back out to help his poor assistant down, just to be crushed a bit harshly by the wheel. He could hear the crowd actually laughing at his plight, now that the moment of horror passed. It seems like they assumed it was all part of the act. Makalov struggled to get up, but fell through a trap door that opened underneath him. He scampered to pull himself out of it's grasp, but merely slipped underneath. Humiliated, he quickly returned back to the stage, watching as the audience all started to leave. Desperately he grabbed a mic. "W-Wait! Please wait! I have yet to start the show!" he begged as a sandbag from above came flying down, crashing upon his head. The audience all laughed at his humiliation and continued to leave. Makalov, tears running down his eyes, and cheeks full of red flare, struggled to stand back up. He looked to the rope that was severed... and it was a clear cut, like some kind of vandalism. His eyes looked in shock. Was this the work of someone!? He then remembered the owner's bratty girl. She threw such a fit because of the way he was hired and not the other man. "...Was... this... her... doing!?" he exclaimed. The other man had lions, and tigers, and he had sharks. That was the difference, and the only defining factor for her dislike for him. "...I... I can't..." The assistant had walked on the stage, obviously released from her trap by a stage hand. "Makalov..." "Cynthia?" Slap! "I'm threw. I've been with you from the beginning and we've had nothing but failures, but now you almost kill me! I'm through with this act, and with you Makalov... I'm sorry, but I just can't go on like this..." she said, storming out of the theater. About an hour later "Makalov... your fired... get your things and..." "B-But sir! I have no convoy, no ability to carry these things on my own. I-I!" "Fine... we'll leave it in the theater and compensate you. I'm sure we can find some use to them. I don't care what it takes though! I want you gone!" Makalov cringed, falling to his knees full of tears! "Noooooooooooooo!" ---- Then as this dream ended the second rope holding the wheel snapped. Makalov came to this realization, seeing the wheel falling from the air. However it was far too late. CRUNCH! Arashi would still be tied to the wheel, but he was down now, and perhaps... he felt something under him and the wheel. It was Makalov.... However, no sounds came from his lips. It was all silence. The theater was also catching on fire quickly, the dust being ample fuel for the flames. |
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"Trickster" Newl • Captain • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Newport Pirates • Bounty: 23,300,000 • SD Earned:232 • Beli: 70,100,000 • Location:North Blue Strength:67 Speed:57 Stamina:96 Accuracy:50 Fortune:59 Great Finale! Newl Ashton Alon Evren • Captain • Assassin/Weapon Specialist/Doctor/Carpenter • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli:200,000 • Location:TBD Strength:10 Speed:8 Stamina:6 Accuracy:17 Fortune:8 Nils Zappin • Nada • Spy • N/A • SD Earned:22 • Beli: 500,000 • L:North Blue Strength:20 (17+3=20) Speed:20 (17+3=20) Stamina:10 Accuracy:10 Fortune:13 | |
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| Shinzu | Dec 17 2010, 04:37 PM Post #63 |
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Arashi looked up at the ceiling or rather more specifically, the piece of machinery he had shot at earlier. Though it only sparked slightly before, it had now grown more violent, parting with a scorching display of light in rhythmic pulses. Anything the sparks touched was ignited in strong flames, quickly morphing the stage into an inferno. If things weren’t bad enough, the wheel the fishman remained fixed onto had begun picking up speed and rotating, causing a feeling of nausea to build up from within. Crack! The spinning had stopped and the last bit of rope holding Arashi had snapped, setting him free as he staggered forwards before puking out a strange purplish liquid. “Gyah… What did I eat for dinn- Oh yeah…” With his eyes darting all over the place, the fishman struggled to identify Makalov’s location however realization suddenly hit him as he looked down at the cold ground. Dropping to his knees so he could gain a better view of beneath the wheel, the pirate peered under it, faintly being able to make out two pairs of hands. “Well... It was either me or him.” Muttered Arashi in an attempt to justify what had just happened, despite the blame not being on him and rather on lady luck. Fearing for his safety as he began to feel the heat from the flames building up, the fishman prepared to take his leave, limping down the stage before halting abruptly to look back at Makalov’s corpse. “…Ah dam it… I’m a sucker for sad stories…” Muttered the pirate as he pulled out the magician’s corpse from under the wheel. Using a bit of rope, Arashi tied it around Makalov’s ankle before setting about dragging him along, caring little about what the magician’s body is bumped into. “Ahh… Day light…” Thought the fishman as he escaped the stuffy and smoke filled theatre, finally reaching the outside world. Bidding the magician farewell, the pirate prepared to leave in search of the others before noticing something sticking out of his pocket. “A diary? Well… You do owe me for the crap you put me through.” He thought before grabbing the small book and sliding it into his poncho. With a small crowd now forming, Arashi thought is best to leave the area, abandoning Makalov’s body and leaving the rickety old theatre to burn down. The day was at last over. All that remained now was to reunite with Clarissa, Newl and those two guys whose names I cant remember. Wherever the hell they are. -End Edited by Shinzu, Dec 18 2010, 07:00 AM.
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• Gray Silverheart • Deckhand • Red Sabre Pirates • Weapon Specialist/Smith • Bounty 800,000 • Beli 5,775,000 • Strength 18 | Speed 25 | Stamina 10 | Accuracy 20 | Fortune 21 • Arashi S. Quid • None • No Crew • Marksman/Thief • Bounty 18,500,000 • Beli 17,000,000 • Strength 79 | Speed 75 | Stamina 20 | Accuracy 55 | Fortune 54 | |
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| Yaksha | Dec 31 2010, 12:38 PM Post #64 |
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Fairy Killer
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Newl- 15 SD, 3,700,000 beli Pretty simple and straightforward. It was a bit refreshing to see someone actually lose in an SL for a change, though I'm sure you'll meet Talon again. Not too much to say. As always, feel free to ask for some in-depth pointers as to how you can improve. Arashi S. Quid- 28 SD, 6,950,000 beli Zekoka Z. Terranis- 10 SD, 2,450,000 beli No bounties this time, since apparantly the marines sucked at identifying pirates. |
![]() 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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