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Just Another Wannabe
Topic Started: Sep 27 2010, 12:10 AM (1,142 Views)
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In the dark, smoky twilight of Karaoke island's afternoon, a gentle song began to play. It was not sad, but neither was it very upbeat; a sort of meandering tune like someone very lost in a deep maze with no will to get out. It mixed with the sulfurous haze belching from the volcano that dominated the skyline, background noise to the day-to-day activities of the island.

The source of the ballad was a tall, dark woman in a pristine white dress, the normally colorful embroidery on her outfit seeming muted in the haze. Her head was lowered, shiny black bangs concealing her expression from a semi-circle of vaguely interested bystanders. Slender hands held her violin delicately as she brought the song to an end.

The people of Karaoke Island were far too hipster to clap, but a couple of them murmured about it being 'decent' and 'not totally mainstream'. One particularly impressed bystander threw a ten beli coin into the girl's violin case, along with a poster for their own band. In the silence, the girl looked up and held up a small bounty poster.

Alexander "Dude" Chillblain - ::beli:: 100,000
Wanted for theft, arson, assault, and being a sellout.

The picture was of a pale, confused looking man with sunglasses and dreadlocks, with a coldsore below his lips.

"...has anyone seen...?"

Yaemori looked out at the crowd, but didn't see anyone who matched the poster. Being a bounty hunter was pretty hard, it seemed. Maybe she should return to playing and hope her target came to listen...?
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"Ladies and gentleman, our next singer comes all the way from the Goa Kingdom. He claims to be the 'Doctor of love' so look out you ladies you. Playing a special piece close to his heart, please welcome, the one, the only, Geoffery Ikari~"



The young doctor had hit rock bottom, his latest adventures had seen him tricked, beaten up and ditched by pirates to face stupid deforesters who did nothing but annoy him to the point of frustration. So here he was, singing karaoke in an underground bar, drinking sake in the middle of the afternoon. Ikari took a look at the audience, they were fed up with his performance and the doctor had no idea why. This was primarily based on the fact that Ikari had gone way over his blood alcohol level resulting in him singing, "Blackheart! I'm gonna get re-rejenge on yew next time ye-you.... Blackheat!" instead of the accurate and what most people would call 'conventional' lyrics.

Despite being on a number of journeys and adventures across the sea, Ikari still had no threat or atleast reputation as a bounty hunter. The ego he once had was now faded away and in the state that he was in, the young batchelor was finding it hard to even talk to anybody let alone a member of the opposite sex. His set had finished and he graciously walked off the stage narrowly dodgeing flying bottles and tomatoes that were comming towards him at an astonishing rate. This was a sign, a sign to acturally do something with his life and begin to acturally capture bounties instead of the usual mindset of 'walking around and hoping for a battle to occure.'

"Geoffery Ikari, I was just looking for you! Do you by any chance remember that little bet we had the other day, you know the one involving you saying that an Okama could beat an Amazon at basketball?"

The mans name was Horacio the debt collector and he had been chasing the bounty hunter for the past few weeks. Ikari was not in the right state of mind to deal with any of this so he did what he was reknown in the Goa Kindom for, lying and weaseling out of any given situation.

"Horacio you know I'm good for the money, why else would I be spending my leasur time in a kareoke bar? The thing is I'm kind of on a hunt at the moment and your old pal Ikari here is doing some method acting."

The doctor smiled and ruffled up his white hair to look more like a pirate. By some strange chance, act of god or some strange power a wanted poster flew through the door of the kareoke bar and landed next to the hand of the young bounty hunter, "Uhhhh this is him! Yeah, dude, yeah, that's why I'm singing at an underground bar, don't wanna be pretentious." Horactio saw straight through his lies and got fired up, kicking him out of the bar like the scum he was. The tiger man was lucky, if he had caught the dept collector in a bad mood he would have lost his head. It took a couple minutes for his eyes to adjust to the outside world, the neon lights of the bar were long gone and that ear piercing techno rubbish was now replaced with the sweet sounds of the violin. That girl! She's like an angle send down to earth.

"Hey you, Violin girl! Be my wifu!"

Ikari probably should have sobered up before saying anything to a pretty woman but he couldn't take anything back now. The young bounty hunter took off his glasses and cleaned them with his white lab coat awaiting a reply, First Serenty and now her! What a week Ikari what a week.
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It took a moment for Yae to realize that she'd dropped her bounty poster. She stared at her empty hand, wondering where the paper had gone, then remembered that thing... wind, yes. It was stronger outside, wasn't it? She nodded to herself, affirming this belief, and put her violin back to her chin. If it was gone, it was gone. She could get another copy at the bounty office later (this had been her 11th poster lost), and just continue playing for her dinner for now. Last night, someone had left her a half-eaten sandwich, and she was hoping for no mayo tonight.

The first note was fading into the air when someone yelled at her from the doorway of a bar.

"Hey you, Violin girl! Be my wifu!"

Yae stopped, lowering her instrument to stare at the drunk. He was incredibly pale, which only made him stand out in the dark grime of Karaoke Island. Though he was dressed like a doctor, his disheveled demeanor suggested he was likely a professional hobo who'd somehow acquired a glasses. She looked him up and down, trying to figure out how to respond to this quite rude interruption, then realized that perhaps she should answer his question.

She gripped her violin carefully, then closed the case at her feet and slipped it into a larger double bass case that she'd had slung over her shoulders. With that packed away and her violin unsheathed, she wandered over to meet the man who'd called out. The bystanders looked at each other, then the girl, then began to disperse into the night, talking about this awesome show being held later that will be way better than that mainstream crap, seriously.

Up close, she peered curiously at Ikari with bright golden eyes. This man was in a bar where people sang, right? So surely he was a fellow performer. But what did 'wifu' mean...? Did he want a musician to sing along to? Surely he wouldn't expect her to work with him without some kind of audition, right?

Yae remained silent, carefully inspecting his clothing, face, and stain on his pants where someone had spilled a beer. And then, she noticed the poster in his hand. That was...

Yae pointed at his hand. "Were you by any chance hunting?" She asked in a soft, curious voice. "I was also looking for the Dude."

Her wings fluttered slightly as she watched his face, ready to move out of the way should he decide to vomit on her. Once burned, and all.
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It had been a while since Ikari looked at a mirror or any type of reflective object leaving him utterly oblivious to his unwelcoming image. He had now attracted the attention of the pretty little angel and his impulses weren't as strong as before, the only problem was that he had never gotten this far with a girl before. Usually the doctor was used to an insta-rejection and would happily run along with a slap across the face but this time was different, this time he had to express his chauvinistic emotions in a continuing conversation. Suddenly the angel spoke, she questioned what his term "wifu" meant but Ikari wouldn't be surprised if she questioned every word that came out of his mouth. Thank God, the doctor thought after given a genuine second chance, now I can start fresh with this girl and slowly charm her to the wife of my dreams.

Though he had never realised it, the doctor was a freak who was fixated on relationships making him happy. He had struck a wall but like all good romantic fiction goes, the nice weird gentleman always ends up with the girl. Before he could think of anything, the angel saw the bounty poster in his hand and questioned his motives towards it, moving the conversation towards money and fighting in an age would be the best option here. "Why yes the great Dr. Geoffery Ikari is looking for this Chillblain fellow," once again he had got her attention, finishing with a joke to break the ice would work perfectly, "He thinks he's New Wave but when we're done with him he'll be nothing but pretentious noice!"

The joke was stupid and New Wave ended thirty years ago so it didn't really make too much sense but the doctor's improvisation skills were not what they used to. The bounty would be pretty easy to track down since the whole population of Kareoke Island tried to beat the current trends by wearing vintage clothing therefore ruining their indie cred. It seemed that hipsters were in, no more were the love for skinny leg jeans but instead coloured suspenders and button up shirts. Chillblain looked nothing like the general population so it was now a matter of finding a needle in a haystack.

"Lookout you crazy sell out because now you have a white tiger and the girl that fell from heaven right behind you!"

The doctor opened his briefcase, it was horribly unorganised and understocked. He pulled out an asthma inhailer and breathed in three puffs before saying, "Let's go hunting!" Ikari took the girls hand and began to run through the crowd, "With my high distinction in medicine and your ability to play music nobody can stop us." He didn't really want to tell the girl that he can turn into a giant white tiger, it might give her the wrong impression primarily because nobody wants to marry a wild beast.

He was beggining to sober up and their friendship was just starting. "Okay here's the plan, when we find him I'll attack him like the glorious hero and you play the background music! We'll get a ton of fans and most likely get money from people wondering by thinking we're just busking." This may have been his second money making shceme, the last one leaving him passed out on the deck of a pirate ship but the doctor had a gut feeling that things were gonna go right for once.
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"He thinks he's New Wave but when we're done with him he'll be nothing but pretentious noice!"

Yae paused at that proclamation, even though the doctor kept talking. New... wave? New wave? Was there an old wave that she'd missed? What was the significance of waves on Vearth, anyway? And what did he mean by Pretentious Noise...? Did he mean to say that this wave would somehow affect the quality of music? Should she be worried!?

By the time her train of thought reached it's logical station, the man had already started to walk away. Yae blinked, then followed him. So, regardless of this terrifying wave, it seemed prudent to work with him and try to make a little bit of money.

She walked at his heels for a little, then ran around to stand in front of him. Yae carefully placed her violin at her chin, and drew the bow across the strings once, slowly. A moment later, she began to play furiously, a tumultuous violin solo that seemed far to fast for her delicate fingers and arms to play.

All of a Sudden, Violin

When she finished, she bowed politely.

"I am Niji Yaemori." For a moment, she was silent, and gratefully accepted a 100 beli note from an impressed passerby. Then, she looked up at the doctor pointedly, unwilling to ask his name and hoping he'd take the hint.
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There was a sudden pause between the angel and the tiger due to the riveting song piercing through the doctor's heart. The girl had lived up to all his expectations as a musician and even was getting paid mid hunt, I mean how cool is that! Ikari felt almost persuaded by the music almost unable to concentrate correctly or focus on anything beside the music, this would have been odd for the average man but in the world of Geoffrey Ikari being distracted by a woman is natural. Deadly dreadlocked arsonists aside this hunt was going quite smoothly, the only problem the young bounty hunter was worrying about now was breaking the awful silence once again.

"Oh oh oh my name? Well I may look like a normal white haired bachelor but you are acturally speaking to the great Geoffrey Ikari! Goa Kingdom's top class medical student and Loguetown's greatest bountry hunter!"

This age of piracy great for an average bounty hunter but to Ikari, an alcoholic gambler, every day could leave him either beaten up in a back alley or even worse debt. The chase had begun and the doctor was following the first set of dreadlocks he had laid eyes on and having not seen the front of this man's face, Ikari was scared that he may have been led on a wild goose chase, Let's see how this plans out, if things don't go to plans the at least I spent it with the angel. Dreadlock man began to slow down but the two bounty hunters were still too far to catch up. He looked towards a warehouse, looked back and forth to see if anybody was near and quickly scurried inside. Dark, shady and run down this has to be it. What a cliche hideout Dreadlock Dan! Hey that's not a bad joke! She looks like the type to find alliteration amusing.

"Hey Angel I mean Miss. Yaemori, it seems our bounty has ran into that warehouse! Watch this, before you know it we will have Dreadlock Dan safely behind bars and enough sweet sweet moneys to buy whatever our hearts desire~"

Without hesitation and enough patience to see if the angel got his joke, the bounty hunter took off his white lab coat and fake lensed glasses coat got on all fours. The human form that he used to have had now gone and he now emerged as a white tiger, devil fruits sure were a strange thing and Ikari was still working out whether this form was a blessing or a curse. He let out a small, "Rawr" and sped towards the warehouse leaving a small pile of clothes and medical equipment behind on the footpath. In his tiger form the doctor was much faster than his normal speed which made him question why he didn't change sooner. A window quickly came into his peripheral vision, this was the stylish entrance he had to take, Well I guess it's not the most conventional way to make an entrance but I guess it will look pretty cool~

With a mighty CRASH!!1!!! the bounty hunter broke through the window of the warehouse and landed on a nearby table. He had once again became human to hide his powers and looked at his surroundings. It was strange, not a dark muscle bound pirate hell hole but a bright swinging club. Ikari couldn't focus on anything due to his battle with the mighty glass window one thing was clear, the atmosphere, the vibe, "Music?"



"Welcome outlaw to Rick's Jive Jazz Music Club and Emporium! A place for musicians to express how they feel without the threat of constant jurisdiction!"

Thinking things out first was probably something that Ikari should write down before going on another hunt. Not only did he lose all sites on Chillblain but he had stumbled upon a pirate jazz club. Hopefully his guardian angel was smarter than the doctor when it came to drastic situations but all Ikari could do was go along with the ride and hopefully take a couple of bounties on the way out.

"What brings you here buttoned shirt and tie man? I'm sure a man of your esteem would like to have a drink and talk of your tales! "

"Well acturally I'm the notorious bounty hunter mountain bandit named Spider Webb here to take down Alexander "Dude" Chillblain and partake in your finest sake!"

"Hurah!!!"
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Yae nodded quietly as she listened to Geoffrey talk. He talked fast and confidently, and his words surrounded her like an impenetrable wall. There was the strong implication that his name was in fact "Geoffrey Ikari", but other than that it was all white noise. She looked down as she began to follow him, trying to parse his speech, but before she could decipher it he had begun talking again. This time, all she got was that he recognized her name as 'Yaemori'. Which was pretty good footing to be on.

While attempting to decide if his alliteration was intentional or accidental, Yae's mind sent an urgent signal to her mind. Something... was happening! Abort, abort! All hands on deck! Prepare for emergency!

Her head snapped up just as Geoffrey's glasses hit the ground, just in time to see his body change into that of a white tiger's. He raced off, leaving his possessions at her feet. Yae stared after him, then looked down at his stuff.

"If I leave this here, it'll get dirty. I should take care of it." She murmured quietly, then knelt to scoop his possessions into her giant Cello case. Straightening, she dusted off her skirt, then slowly began to wander in the direction he'd gone. "...he's a tiger...? Is this what is called 'lycanthropy'?"

After a while, she came to a warehouse with loud jazz music coming out of a broken window. Yae stared at it, unsure of whether it was relevant information. She was about to move on, when one voice managed to make itself heard over the hubbub.

"Aw man, dude... my violin's string broke... give me a moment before the next set, I'll replace it."

The remaining glass clinging to the window-frame was shattered, as a cello case slammed into it at high speed. The cello case was, of course, firmly slung around the back of Yae as she flung herself in through the window with limbs tucked safely in.

She skidded to a halt just short of where Geoffrey had landed, almost falling from the impact. Once again, the club fell silent temporarily. The greeter moved forward to welcome the trespasser/vandal like he had the last, but she ignored him (and Geoffrey himself), and dashed for the stage, opening her cello case as she went and drawing her violin.

The unlucky violinist was still fixing his string when he heard the next number start. He jerked his head up and ran for the stage, only to see a dark-haired girl standing in his place, playing a violin instead of him. And... playing his solo instead of him. Dammit!

Finally, as the song ended, (and a few people were giving serious side-eye to the lady who'd run in from nowhere), Yae stepped forward, pushed past the singer, and stood at the microphone.

She curtsied to the audience, then spoke to the club.

"Pardon me, but has anyone seen one Mr. Alexander "Dude" Chillblain?"

There was a moment of silence, then one voice in the back rang out.

"Duuuuuuuude! Some chick's lookin' for you! Whaaaat... d'you give her the clap, too!?"

"Sssshhh, brah! Dammit, don't go saying shit like that out loud! Besides, I dunno that chick. Could have been drunk, tho'..."

All heads turned to two guys having a not-at-all-hushed conversation in the corner. One was a thick guy with a mohawk, and the other, a pale man with dreadlocks and a cold sore over his lip.

Yae looked over at Geoffrey, then pointed at the corner.
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Despite only entering the jazz club a brief few minutes ago, the doctor had already taken advantage of the open bar. It must have been some kind of special occasion but Ikari didn't really take too much notice, he was too enticed by the risk and adventure that awaited him infiltrating a secret criminal hideout. "Spider Webb demands moar drinkable items," Ikari said in the most mountain bandity voice possible. He should have really been looking for that bounty but it was so miniscule, taking all these thugs out would increase his thread tenfold, Now all I need is some sort of large chandelier to fall on everybody then I'd be set!

Suddenly somebody tapped him on the shoulder, he was the personification of the word stereotype. Pirate hat, parrot and he had the unnatural tendency to say "Yarr." The man smiled like he knew a secret or had recently solved some kind of brain bending puzzles, you know those ones where it looks simple so you go and try to do it but then when you acturally think about it a towl of regret covers you all moist and full of shame. Anyway, the burley man began to make idle conversation with him, this, that and the other until he said something that made Ikari's hairs stand on edge.

"If you're called Spider Webb why do you turn into a tiger? I mean I'm not saying it's a bad name it just wouldn't be my personal preference whatsoever."

Oh god they've found me out, the doctor struck with paranoia thought to himself has he fell onto both knees showing just one thing, stupidity, Okay I'll just go right out and say it 'I'm a bounty hunter.' Yeah that might work, it may even send them running! Oh Ikari you've done it again~ The doctor's motor skills were fine but his mind was completely out of whack. He was completely running on impulses, not everyone’s cup of tea especially in a bar filled with murderers and mattress enthusiasts. Ikari took a deep breath in and began to say, "Looks like the jig is up, it's been fun but I'm actually Dr. Geo-"

"Hey check out the chick on stage! It's not every day that we are treated to an attractive musician."

The members of this particular jazz club rarely saw an appealing female musician. Usually the only woman that played here were overweight and enjoyed the musical stylings of a tuba or recorder. Karaoke Island’s woodwind orchestra took a disregard for all primal senses so an angel playing a violin was a very special event.

Luckily this distraction totally stopped Ikari from blurting out his occupation. He had no idea why his angle companion was playing in the jazz band but thought it had something to do with the free booze. Suddenly words came out of her mouth, frankly he couldn't care less but when "Mr. Alexander "Dude" Chillblain" came into mind he jumped back into bounty mode. As all the heads turned the doctor got up and slowly walked over to meet the men discussing their unprotected lifestyles. That angel was a lot more useful that Ikari expected. while he was here pissed and sulking in the corner, little miss angel tracked down the bounty.

"You gave my angel waifu the clap?"

"Dude I just said I was drunk! I'm infamous for my antics in this town old man, there's always a risk riding the Chillblain.

Ikari couldn't even picture any kind of image in his head, primarily because he was drunk but also due to the grotesque nature of this conversation. He created one fist with his right hand as one guy in the background yelled, "Don't mess with that guy it's Spider Webb! I heard he killed a bear with his bare hands!" News apparently travelled fast around the jazz club even if it was improvised on the spot. Ikari simply punched the guy in the face knocking him off his artist inspired stool.

The dreadlocked man wasn't defeated, not by a long shot but as Ikari eyed everyone down in the bar he simply yelled out, "Have anybody of you guys seen Chillblain?" Nobody in that bar knew if he was really that stupid or just playing a part but in Ikari's mind, he just punched a guy out for spreading a deadly STD.
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Chillblain reeled in confusion as well as pain. Didn't this asshole know who he was!? He was... THE DUDE! He gritted his teeth in... well, mostly he gritted his teeth because that guy's punch freaking hurt. Man, was his nose bleeding?

"Brah, is my nose bleeding!?"

His friend laughed hysterically, leaning in. "Duuuuuude! Your nose is toooooooootally bleeding, man!"

Chillblain pinched his nose shut as Yae wandered over to the corner. Everyone else was looking at them, waiting for the expectant fight to break out and really wanting to see a guy who'd fought a bear kick some ass.

She looked at Ikari, her head tilted to one side. There was that word again... Waifu... what did that mean...? Perhaps it meant 'violinist' here, or perhaps 'partner'. And he was still angry and looking around... did that mean that the man she had I.D.ed wasn't The Dude after all? She unfolded her bounty poster and compared the man in the picture to the dreadlocked guy pinching his nose before her. They looked the same...

"Mr. Alexander "The Dude" Chillblain, correct?"

The man looked up at her, confused, then put on his winning-est 'mouth and chin covered in blood' smile. He leaned forward and took one of her hands in his, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Hey babe. You a fan or something? Groupie, maybe? You come with me, I'll show you a real good time, giiiiirl... oh, and uh, I'm totally clean right now, honest."

His friend leaned in, taking her other hand with a slow grin, adding his own pitch. "Babe, don't even listen to that poser... Dude ain't nothing but a naaaaaame, you know? I could be your dude. That guy over there could be your dude, man. You just gotta roll with the dudes, you knoooooow? So how about you roll with us, babe?"

Yae stared between the two men, her mind swirling with new terms all demanding immediate decipher. What did this man mean he was clean? His hair was obviously rather dirty, just looking at it... and what was a poser, now? She'd heard it a few times before... did it mean a man? And roll? Roll where? She could somersault... was that what they wanted? In that case...

Without warning, both men suddenly lurched forward as the girl who's hand they held fell backwards to the floor, rolling away and springing to her feet a moment later. They stared awkwardly at her, then looked at each other.

"...green striped..."

The pair nodded in synchronized approval.

Yae didn't flinch, merely looked at Ikari as she lifted her violin to her chin. "Mr. Ikari, please be careful." She looked at the two men, her voice growing louder. "Mr. Chillblain and... waifu, we're turning you in."

Before either man had time to respond, she began to play. Her melody was harsh, angry, almost infuriating. It bordered on the annoying, a taunting sound that seemed to echo through the room. The laid-back atmosphere of the club seemed to vanish with her song, men who had been joking suddenly realizing that maybe that one about their mom wasn't that funny after all. Chillblain and his Brah, for their parts, stood up so fast they nearly knocked heads.

"Waifu!? This brah!? Babe, don't even bother taking it back because I won't forgive you!"

He lunged at Yae, but she nimbly stepped behind Ikari, still playing.

"...can I count on you, waifu?"

Somewhere behind them, there was the sound of a fistfight starting.

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This was what everybody had been waiting for, this was what fills that jazz club every night, Fights, fights, music and more damn fights! In retrospect maybe this was a bad business deal for the owner but what the hell it sure seemed better than insurance fraud. So anyway to set the scene, team bounty hunters were facing Chillblain and some poser in a fight that would determine the fate of the pirate era. The doctor's punch may have caused blood to poor out the enemy’s nose but it didn't do much but annoy him. More and more the doctor was getting singled out, the two baddies were only talking to the angel so he needed to think of something quickly and fast.

"Well uhhh you're just a Jive Turkey. . ."

The snappy comeback couldn't have happened at a stranger time primarily because the two pirates were fighting over themselves. In Ikari's mind he shut them up but the two were distracted by the music coming out of Yae's violin. Suddenly the two went into hysterics pointing fists at certain doctors who could generally beat the crap out of them. There were two theories Ikari came up with to explain why music could suddenly create this effect on people, the first was through magical magic but the other seemed more fact based and harnessed the power of SCIENCE!

Well well well I see! As angel face plays her music, it triggers the brains sympathetic nervous system to completely take over thus releasing adrenaline tenfold. Heart rate rising, an increase in body temperature and dilated pupils eureka! Yae you are a genius combining music and basic physiological patterns, maybe science hasn't forgotten about you!
As the doctor listened to the notes each symptom just spoken came as expected, oh and heavy breathing but that was primarily due to his asthma. Suddenly Chillblain yelled out, Hey point Dexter, quit being such a spaz and fight me! The two stared at each other, white hair and dreadlocks what a pair. The music was still playing and slowly the blurry environment which he perceived earlier finally came clear, "Well Mr. Chillblain I will condole in your agreement, not because of your bounty or the fact that you may have given Yae a sexually transmitted disease but to teach you a lesson in chivalry." There was a sudden gasp and the club went silent.

"Wait dude did he just say 'bounty'?"
"And that violin chick was calling him 'Ikari' I though he was 'Spider Webb'

"IT'S A SET UP!!!"

"Uhhh I could really use a smoke. . ."
Suddenly two became 10 20 at least 15 people as the one with the bounty attempted to find an escape route. Ikari's bloodlust seemed to finally have caught up with him, it was almost nostalgic reminding him of the good old days trying to kill Blackheart and his rather attractive Lolita wearing companion. Luckily the music was still going through his mind and all of a sudden, "Fine you know what I'll take you all on, creeps!" It was a mix of intoxication and over stimulation but I guess the plan was working.

"Yea Yay Yae in my briefcase there should be a bunch of syringes, take 2 and give one to me. Oh and if there's a box of smokes in there it would be much appreciated, if we're going into battle I want to at least look cool."

As the mob of people came at the two Ikari turned into his hybrid form. He grew two feet and had atleast 50% more intimidation power. Chillblain was way more cunning then first expected and if they were to get that sweet sweet bounty they would have to either split up or beat these guys quickly. Ikari was the beef cake but lacked accuracy and Yae excelled at battle music but when it came to actual fighting it seemed she needed experience. The two needed each other or they would be no fighting force, "How should we go about this? It's clear that you're the smart one, I'm just a washed up medical student who can conveniently turn into a tiger."
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Yae continued to play, though she eyed the growing crowd with some anxiety. This... wasn't quite supposed to happen. Generally, people didn't gang up on one guy like this, right? Was it something she said? Who was Spider Webb...?

Rather than dwelling on the details, Yae stopped playing long enough to open his suitcase and grabbed a syringe for him. She pressed it into his palm, along with something else.

"...I don't know what cigarettes are, but here's a lollipop." She paused, pressing the violin to her chin again, then glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "...I don't like shots..."

She began to play again, a different tune than before. It was grim, but determined, and just the sound seemed to reverberate inside of Ikari. Suddenly, the odds didn't seem so overwhelming anymore. Most of the people before him were heavily drunk, and more than a few seemed to be having second thoughts about fighting a giant mantiger.

Yae pressed her back to his, raising one knee in preparation to strike.
"...I don't know much about fighting, but..."

She kicked with all her might, which wasn't very much. Luckily, she was aiming for the man's crotch. Chillblain's Brah sunk to the ground with tears in his eyes.

"I believe we just do that, over and over again, until there isn't anyone up."

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As the two bar brawlers separated the fodder and the actual threats another song blasted into Ikari's ears. This one revitalised him, he was now calmer and could focus on the real task at hand. Unfortunately this focus was directly cantered around Yae's tremendous balls kicking technique. I mean really the freaking balls! Didn't anybody ever teach her no hitting below the belt? I mean, his manhood and like, anyway his lust for nicotine once again wasn't met as a lollipop was placed in his right hand for like, you know, censoring. But that really didn't bother him because frankly the only thing that was going through the doctor's mind was, My God his balls, it was the first time the dynamic duo had a conflict of interest, Man Ikari, always going for the crazy ones.

Sucking on his lollipop was not a very good idea in his hybrid form. Though he was much larger than normal which could have conveniently created room for several sweet treats in each hand, Ikari forgot about the fangs hiding deep inside his mouth. Surely accidently biting this stick and choking on the lolly itself was not anticipated by anyone in the bar but fate liked to mess with the young bachelor. What a site to see, a 7 foot tiger man choking on a strawberry flavoured lollipop, the golden age of piracy may have consisted of people who mistook moustaches for beards but this age was much more surreal.

"khhhhh uhhhkkkkhhh HIS BALLS~!!!"

The man needed a hind rick manouver or something but that would have to wait or that 100,000 beli bounty was getting away. Hmmm now that I think about it 100,000 beli isn't that much, Ikari thought as he slowly walked past drunk fighters while coughing up pieces of phlegm, I don't know what kind of conversion rate I was thinking but 100,000 is chump change! If I choke on this piece of candy well my half even pay for a room at the nearest hospital?! Every five or so seconds Ikari would have to stop, catch his breath and move forward, chocking was one thing but asthma kills. Finally he had Chillblain in his sites . . . again. What was it like the 3rd time now!!!

"Brahh whatever that babe told you don't believe her, she's a total sell out. I mean together we could be like the most tubular team up ever brah."

The doctor didn't even condole in the offer, he was too preoccupied with the big red sugar ball stuck in his throat. He took one claw out and had a plan, He seems pretty weak so if I pretend to attack him he may punch me in the throat thus dislodging the bloody thing. Ikari charged at the wanted man yelling out his trademark technique. In his mind it crystal clear and struck fear in the hearts of ever manly man currently not passed out in the bar but in reality it just sounded like, "Khhhhgguhhfqebgv!" With time ticking away from death by lack of oxygen, the doctor readied himself once again for one of the most feirce battles of all time. The lollipop was something fierce, its throat scratching abilities was much more powerful than expected, or you know, he could have been over reacting.
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Yae's bow flew over the strings of her violin as she continued to kick Chillblain's brah while he was down. While her strength was such that each individual blow barely hurt, she just kept raining them down on the same three places. Neck, solar plexus, and then, once again, the balls. It was the latter that kept him rolling on the floor in agony, foam pouring from his mouth and tears from his eyes.

After a minute, she paused in her music and pulled out a small square of folded paper. Opening it up, she glanced between the bounty poster and the man unconscious on the floor. "...I thought he looked familiar... Markus "Brah" Whitestone. Only 10,000 beli..."

Yae sighed, her tune resuming seamlessly from where she'd left off, filling the room with music once again. Her foe downed, she turned to help Ikari, only to stare as he hacked and choked, his face turning paler with each awkward second.

Ah... that sound... something like throat-singing, or yodeling? But it's out of tune, completely... and it's not even in time with the music... oh, perhaps it's not that. Hrm... his face is turning blue, so perhaps he's choking a little bit...? In a case like this, the proper action would be...

Yae knew, in the vaguest of ways, that when someone was choking, it meant that there was something caught in their throat. She'd seen her brother inhale a piece of reed once, actually, hadn't she? And then her father went behind him and... did something... and he coughed it up. In this situation, she should mimic his actions.

Without a moment's hesistation, Yae danced up behind Ikari and kicked him in the middle of his back.

"That ought to dislodge it, right...?"
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Ikari would have glanced at his companions flawless winning streak among drunk and often putrid middle aged men if he was not cured with a lollipop lodged in his throat. If only that broad had given him a what he asked for, When somebody asks for a smoke you better give them darn nicotine. You don't see me giving her cat hair when she breaks a violin string! But needless to say the battle ensued. Ikari's claws took over as the same red-eyed blood lust took over paying homage to Candy Island. The only problem was, Chillblian was faster than expected and each slash was either dodged or countered by his surprisingly groomed nail.

"Khhhkkkhhgghhhkk!"
[Roughly translated to: "Oh come on he's like a 5 foot lightweight"]

"Should of taken my offer brahh. I may not be skilled in any sort of fighting style but I majored in keeping it real."

Suddenly the enemies stance became a lot more lose and agile than before, it was almost as if his body suffered the side effects of intoxication but his mind was sharp. Chillblain's movements were like water causing Ikari to violently swing his arms about in frustration. All this was no good however as an attack came from behind, Great just what I need more bounties. In retrospect his motives had changed and he would rather just take this one guy rather than the entire population of jazz loving alcoholics, Angel?

In an instant the hard rock candy shot out of his windpipe breaking a nearby window. The man could breathe but his balance became off center. Ikari never believed the whole thing about 'The bigger they are the harder they fall' but as he had learnt through science, observation proves all. Ikari fell forward as his widened eyes locked with his sworn enemy, they both knew what was about to happen and for one of them it wasn't going to be pretty, primarily the one that wasn't a 7 foot tiger man. The doctor's forehead collided into the nose of Chillblain causing blood to pour out of the victim's nose. That dude passed out due to the site of blood and the realization of a broken nostril bridge. Ikari, who got the lighter end of the bargain quickly turned back to his normal human-like self as he turned to his partner a smiled.

"He'll probably need some corrective surgery and his sinuses will never be the same but you must agree I pulled off a flawless head butt!"

The bounty hunter had gotten back to the stage that he was only months ago but this time the safer route would be taken. Instead of chasing down stronger pirates and getting obliterated, Ikari thought it would probably be best to actually turn in the third-rate dude and bask in the small amount of threat that came with it. Once again he dropped a small card onto his bounty, it was a business card with a horrible rhyming pun created by one of his long lost secretaries, "From your local GP, Doctor Ikari-ri!" Rhyming GP and Ikari-ri just led to bad business since many would ask who for mister Ikari-ri but that was in the past. This adventure let him grow from a lowly drunk with a slightly off center view to the world of dating, to a fearsome bounty hunter who takes down STD driven pirates.

"Yae you've taught me a thing or two but I've realized you're not my future waifu. Heh, maybe the fact that you're some kind of angel through me off back there but hey, my mystery girl is out there somewhere!"

By stepping away from the target, Ikari had already given the girl full permission to go take care of the body, for this speech was more of an expository kind of thing for the doctor, a calm reflection of the adventure he had gone through. And he continued, . . . and I will find you lady of the night wherever you may be and whoever you are!" He thought that he may check the bar scene a bit after this bounty, beating up jazz lovers really gave him the confidence he needed to approach women now and this lovely bounty would hopefully buy them at least a couple rounds of drinks. Suddenly he snapped back into reality and saw what was left of the bar, Yae, passed out men, a broken bass drum and one working ceiling fan, Man, if I ran this place I'd be pissed. We better get out quick or they're bound to sue.
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