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| Buggy_The_Clown | Dec 25 2010, 07:07 PM Post #1 |
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Poe B. Barney gave a sigh as he climbed the rope that was hanging over the side of the, about to be stolen, marine ship. The ship had just barely left the dock of Hitsuji Archipelago. In fact it was easily a swimmable distance away from the shore. This had been the best time to strike for Poe's crew because it was much less noticeable to have a ship riding close along side another ship when you are close to a docking area. Poe had never been the kind of person to sneak onto enemy ships, not enough pizzazz. Where’s the fun of robbing someone if you cant see there faces as you do it? Anyway Poe’s usual method of stealing including some fire works, a voice projector, and Poe falling from the sky with great style. This was not one of those times. Im sure I can find some way to entertain myself. Poe thought with a half smile. After Poe pulled himself up, he was able to hang on the edge of the boat. He flipped himself over and landed with a softened thud. Everything was going smoothly as far as Poe knew. Poe took a moment on the side of the ship to realize just how funny his life had become. But that was what Poe lived for, fun. He thought it would have been hard adapting to the life of a pirate, but that was not the case. Booze, adventure, Women, and money. What was there not to love about his situation? Poe grabbed the rope and pulled it over the side of the boat. He then attached a weight to the end of the rope and he threw it back to the ship that was sailing very close to the side of the marine ship. A line of about 10 pirates where crawling up the rope. Poe looked back at these guys fondly. He would have never guessed that the past 2 years Poe would be sailing with a make shift crew. When Poe was on the run from the last island he was on, and he had found help from a very generous captain who took him temporarily into his crew. Granted it did take all the money that Poe had stolen in his youth in order to get the spot, but over these years he had earned back more then his fair share of money, and what he got in return was worth much more then the price he paid. Poe helped each of his crew members get up onto the side of the ship. They where doing this by the book, a classic in and out scenario. Poe would lead a team to the left and search for the treasury there, and the captain's first mate was taking the second team to the right. The first group to find the treasure would radio the other side with a small den den mushi. The crew knew that they did not have enough man power to take a marine ship, so stealth was there only other option. Poe smiled, this is what he lived for. With a grin on his face, and a glint in his eyes, Poe gestured his group of 5 men to follow him to the left. The pirates searched the top left side of the boat with speed and precision, after all they had done this many times before. Poe and his squad had found nothing on the top of the deck, but that did not mean that he was going to not find any treasure. A good marine ship would never keep their treasure on the top deck. Poe had made it to the stairs that lead to the bottom deck undetected. He started walking down the steps to the bottom deck. With a sigh of boredom, Poe rounded the corner of the side of the bottom floor. Poe's hands were itching with anticipation. He even considered giving his position way to the closest marine, you know for the fun of it. Poe felt a twinge of disappointment; he knew that he could never do that to his crew. Poe stopped for a second. Something felt wrong. He could not put his finger on it. Then it dawned on him, why had he not seen many marines on the top deck? A ship this big would surely guard all areas of the ship. But he was too late. Poe's Den Den Mushi blared with a load chaotic noise. POE! GET OUT! ITS A TRAP! WE HAVE BEEN AMBUSH... Poe's face glared as he heard the man on the other side scream and hit the floor. Poe crushed the Den Den mushi in his hands and started to laugh. It was a scary laugh, not one that you would expect to hear from someone who had just heard his crewmate fall to the ground in pain, but that was Poe. The people around Poe gave a nervous look, they have heard this laugh before, and it has never ended good. Poe ran back up the stairs with desperate speed and busted open the front door. To his dismay he had been right. The other group of pirates had been surrounded by about 10 marines. All of them held rifles and a look of anger was in their eyes. As soon as Poe busted through the door the group of marines surrounded where his group had come out. They had been waiting. hahaha. Did you really think we did not see your ship sailing right beside us? hahaha, we had no idea you guys would have been stupid enough to break onto a fully manned marine ship. The man said. He was a medium sized, with no real defining features, except for instead of a normal sized goatee, he had a braided beard that went down to his chest. Also strapped to his back he had a bokken instead of a normal sword. He ended up turning his attention to the other marine next to him. The marine was a small almost sickly looking man, who nodded his head at everything the captain said. For a second Poe thought that his neck would snap off from nodded with so much vigor. Poe gave a small sigh; at least the captain was not a famous marine, or someone he recognized. He was pretty much a nobody. Poe’s snicker evolved into a full blown bellow of laughter as he saw the situation he was in. This caused the marines to look at this man. Well done captain marine man...sir..whatever your called. You got me good. But there is a problem here. My name is Poe "The Beat” Barney, and if there is one thing I hate more then marines, it is marines that have successfully pranked me. I have a reputation you see. The marines around him laughed, which was a strange to see because Poe had not stopped laughing from before, so the marines had just joined in. By now Poe had been walked to the side of the ship with his group, and was shoved with the other group of Poe’s crew, and they where surrounded by a circle of marines. It was during this small distraction where the marines where laughing that Poe made his move. Poe grabbed the sword of the nearest marine and took a stance. The marines instantly tightened here grip on their guns and were ready to fire, but Poe was faster then them. Except for Poe did not attack the marines, instead he had put his blade up to his own throat. The marines stopped and had a confused look on there face. Here is how I see it. You guys need to capture pirates and bring them to jail or something like that. Now, it would be a lot more complicated if you brought back a bunch of dead bodies, am I right? Now I have some information that I think you guys would be interested in, but, what I have found is that my mind does not work too well when there is guns pointed at it. Weird huh? These guys behind me, they are weak pirates. They dont even have a real bounty. You gain nothing from them. Now me on the other hand...Well..lets just say, you are going to want to hear about what I have to say. The grin on Poe's face was only growing as he saw that he was right about them not being able to kill them. He had gambled and won. hahaha, Dont have that dumb look on your face. I am serious Poe pressed the blade harder and blood dripped down from his neck. Before he could cut any further, the marines stopped him. He had their attention. Now what I need in order to give you this information, is these guys by me. They need to leave. Get them off the ship and away from here, and you will get what you need. Poe said with a snicker. The other pirates looked at Poe with surprise and desperation. A few words like, "Dont Do it" or "What are you doing?" could be heard over Poe’s speech from his crewmates. The captain of the Marines looked disgusted, but Poe's plan had worked. The man led the crew over to the rope and he let each on off one by one. Some tried to refuse and not let Poe go through with it. But it was too late, they were all being forced. Thanks you guys. It has been fun, but I knew this would happen. I am just glad I am able to repay you guys for all the help. Maybe Ill see you guys again, after I have a story After the last pirate was let off the ship and they made it safely across to there own ship. The marines turned to Poe. Now. Tell me about this information you promised me. Poe smiled but said nothing. The truth was that Poe had no information for these guys. If there was something Poe was not good at, it was making a real plan. He had gotten his crew away, but what next? Poe took a deep breath and a looked at the marine. Well you see the thing is that I happen to know that this ship is going to be attacked very soon by some pirates. We where sent a message yesterday asking for our help on the destruction of this ship. We said yes...obviously...but us being pirates, we wanted all the booty ourselves. So we planned to come on early and steal the loot before the attack. But the crew that is coming after you next is not as nice as I am. They are much larger and stronger then the pirates you just face, and I really don't think you guys stand a chance against a surprise attack. If you guys are smart, which I highly doubt, but if by the odd chance you guys can comprehend human speech then I would prepare against an attack. So that’s it, all the information you wanted. The marines panicked and started to prepare their own defenses. Now at least this had bought Poe sometime. Now he had to figure what to do when they find out he was lying. The ship then set sail, they were going to try and beat the pirates to land. Once there they could regroup and wait until it is safe. Edited by Buggy_The_Clown, Dec 25 2010, 07:26 PM.
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| WildOnes | Dec 26 2010, 04:57 AM Post #2 |
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Jean didn't know why he was back to North Blue. There was some strange feeling in his heart that made him decided to come back from East Blue. But he didn't know what was that. He just had an urge to come back to his home Blue. It was strange and costed him 500,000 beli. But even though it's strange he still did that and used the world government facilities to change blue. In North Blue, he tried to seduce or trick anyone perverted enough to allow him riding onto their ship. But this time, no one was stupid or perverted enough around. That made him left with only one option to cross he sea. He must used a transport ship that would cost him lots of money. Without any other choice he walked his way to where the transport ship was. Arrived there he found out that lots of people already lining to enter the ship, Wow, maybe I can get some money in the ship, with a grin on his face he walked his way to the end of that human line. But before he reached that line, he saw something that changed his plan. He saw lots of bags and tote bags lying not far from the ship. Those were the bags of the ship passengers. Seeing those bags made him had a plan that would allow him enter the ship without paying anything. Jean was secretly approaching those bags in his skunk form. And when he was near, he opened one of it and took out everything inside to make some space for his body. Of course he did all of that without anyone noticed it. With that properly executed, Jean was able to enter the ship with ease and without any need to pay for the ticket. He ended up into one of the passenger room. And luckily for him, the passenger who own the bag he used, didn't open that bag at all. He waited till night and most of he people inside the ship including the passenger in the same room as him sleep. He then got out from the bag carefully and the looked for anything valuable in that room before leaving it. But unlucky for him, nothing valuable found. So he left that room with empty hand. Outside the room, he felt that his stomach need some food. It wasn't strange since he was waiting inside the bag all day long without any food to eat. That's why still in his skunk form, he stole some food from the ship kitchen. After that he hid himself into one of the escape boat because he felt quite tired. Inside that boat he changed his body back to his human form and then had some sleep. |
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| Encore | Dec 26 2010, 01:38 PM Post #3 |
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The Floundering Albatross Tavern was famous throughout the archipelago because of its long running open mic music contests and it had been a place upon Vlad's ‘to visit list’ for as long as he'd been playing music. The Floundering Albatross had been the place where many a musician had got his or her start, Musicians like The Incredible Mambo, Jakey Goodwill and even Stevie Wonder had performed there and each winner of the open Mic music contests had their face framed upon the wall... "Another cranberry juice please." Vlad asked, forking over several beri for the drink and leaning against the bar. The lights were down low and he was up next, only him and two other musicians had made it through this far in the competition, one of them a guitarist with a reputation for breathing fire, the other a fishman who used the medium of rap to convey abstract concepts... They'd gone down fairly well and needless to say this was his third cranberry juice in as many minutes. The barman slid his order down the bar, directly into the hand of the waiting musician. Vlad sighed and finished his drink so quickly one might almost consider it inhaled as the fishman brought his act to a close. Vlad nodded to the barman who mouthed a good luck to the pale teen as he wandered up to the stage. He smiled, cracking his knuckles as he stepped up to the microphone. "Erm... You guys saw me playing the violin last round... So I thought this time, I'd go for something a little different." He nodded to the barman, who slid a piano onto the stage. "This one's an oldie." Vlad grinned, revealing his fanged canines, as he sat down. He started his piece with a beautiful melody before clanking into something more funky and groovy, yet still with an incredible classical twist. The small crowd of regulars roared from the front, in anticipation of one of their favourite songs. "Very superstitious... The writing’s on the wall." Five or so minutes and an encore later, Vlad’s face was upon the same wall as ‘The Wonder’ and he was sat at the bar, surrounded by empty glasses, admiring fans and the two competitors, who were trying to convince him to hit the town with them. He shook his head, downed his last cranberry juice and left, out of the front door, insisting he had to use the little boy’s room. The Musician chuckled to himself, leaning against a rusting railing and staring out into the harbour, ticking off one thing on his mental list of things to do. Edited by Encore, Dec 26 2010, 01:40 PM.
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| Buggy_The_Clown | Dec 26 2010, 08:31 PM Post #4 |
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Poe was in a very unpredictable and worrisome situation. He was still holding the stolen sword pressed against his throat. It was the only thing that was keeping the marines from making a move, and trying to restrain him. His quick wit, and fast talking had kept him alive, and he had been successful in getting his old crew away and safe. There was one problem though, Poe had not planned any further then that. He was now on a government ship surrounded by armed marines, and currently holding a sword up to his own throat. Haha! How can I get out of this one? His lies had gotten him this far, but they can only do so much. It was time for a grand escape. With a fast scan across the deck, Poe looked around to try and see if anything could be of use. There did not seem to be anything that Poe could use to his advantage. The only thing that Poe had going for him was that the Marines had started to let their guard down just a tiny bit as the rest of the ship was racing in order to make sure that their defenses were secure. Poe knew that if the ship remained un-attacked for much longer then these marines were going to call him on his bluff. It was a miracle to Poe that they had even bought it in the fist place. With a slight smile, Poe decided that there seemed to be only once choice left. It was the most dangerous and ill-advised plan he could think of, the kind of plan only Poe could come up with. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. The marines were either too distracted by the commotion that Poe's lie had caused, or they were just lazy and not paying attention. Very slowly and deliberately Poe began to move backwards step by step. He was making sure that his movements were subtle so that he did not draw any attention from the marines around him. Poe was able to move the couple of feet and get to the railing of the side of the ship. I hope you dont mind if I slip away? Just for a second? Poe asked the marines. Out of the group of ten, there was about 3 who were left standing guard of Poe. They did not seem to know what he meant, but they were sure that he was up to something. No one attempted to answer his question, or even start to play any more of his word games. Instead they wasted no time, and started to launch into action. One man went to the side wall and grabbed a pair of handcuffs, and the second man called to the the captain of the boat, and the third, who was the one who had his sword stolen, started to attack Poe. Now it was time for Poe to spring into action. Hey officer! Catch! Poe threw the mans sword at the marine who was rushing towards him. He was not attempting to make contact, or even to do any damage, he just needed to keep him at a distance. Luckily the marine had no idea what Poe was going to do next, so in a move to gain an advantage against Poe, the man stopped his advanced and caught the sword. I told you I needed to slip away. Do you marines ever listen to your hostages...Now that is just bad manners. Anyway, Officers, you have done your duty well, and I salute you. With a sort of half assed mockery of a salute Poe took on step backwards and start to free fall off of the side of the boat. The fall was not a small drop by any means, but it was in no way fatal either. All Poe knew was that it was going to hurt once he hit the water. *SLAP* Poe hit the water with an extreme amount of force. Even though he was underwater Poe could hear and see the panic that had spread among the marines. The captain was yelling furiously at the marines and giving orders that looked like he was telling them to follow Poe. The captain looked over the side of the boat, but he made no attempt himself to follow. Poe could not help but smile. It seemed that this man was a devil fruit user by the way he seemed to be almost terrified of the water. There was no way he was going to chase Poe. Many of the marines did not want to jump over the side, they were flat out refusing the order given to them by the captain. That was the last sight of the ship that Poe could see. With a strong downward dive, Poe started to head towards land. He loved the way the water washed over his body. He could feel some of his strength and natural speed come back to him. He was now in his natural element, no human would have been able to out swim him. YOU WONT GET FAR FISHMAN! Poe did not have to swim long in order for him to reach the docks once more. With one last blast of energy, Poe brought himself up land. No one who was docking their ship seemed to notice the fishman as he collected himself and started to walk away from the scene of the crime. Poe turned around only once to see if the Marine ship was following him. Poe saw that the ship had continued in the same direction, and was still heading away, but upon closer inspection, Poe saw that a small row boat was being dropped over the side. It was still very far away, but that did not seem to make Poe feel any better. Lets see what havoc I can cause before these marines catch up to me. If im going to be arrested, I might as well have some with it. It was nice to go for a long swim. It had been a while since Poe had pushed himself to such an extreme speed underwater, and it had reinvigorated him. There was only one problem now. He was back on the same island he had left, except for this time, he had no crew, and no ship. Im sorry Silver Fins. I cant get right to helping you out. Poe's mind wandered to his last memory before his life of piracy. He had left the Silver Fin Council in the middle of an epidemic. It seemed that the disease was going to destroy anyone who was left on the council. They had in trusted Poe with their futures, and he was no where near finding the cure for this mystery sickness. The only comforting thought Poe had was that he had a new start. He was going to be able to make his own crew, and find someway to help out the council. __________________________________________________________________________ Meanwhile on the other side of the town..... Grub MaClan had been sitting in the same corner of the Floundering Albatross Tavern every night for the past five years. He paid a lot of money to have the spot reserved from him, and as long as he kept to himself, no one ever disturbed him. He was a man who enjoyed seclusion. It had been his private place to reflect and listen to any new talent who decided to walk through the taverns doors. It had been so many years since he had been up on that stage, and the nostalgia of preforming was almost too much for Grub to handle. With a tearful glance, Grub looked up towards the wall of famous people's pictures. The third picture to ever be put up was one of Grub. Though he went by a different name back then, and that was Smooth Hands MaClan. He had been famous for his energetic piano playing, and still to this day he was a legend among the music community, although you would not be able to recognize him now. The years had not been kind to the old man. He was about 4 feet 5 inches tall and his whole skin seemed to fall of his body in wrinkles. He had turned into a bitter and resentful person. In fact, any upcoming star who came out of the club seemed to have a harmful encounter with this man. Whether it be a verbal harassing, or a physical assault. It was never anything serious, and to most people it just seems like the old mans general antics. The thing was that about 20 years earlier, in a random attack against Grub, he had his hands cut off. He spent the next part of his life obsessing over finding a way to gain a new pair of hands. He even began looking into more shady types of business. He payed half of his music fortune in order to buy a pair of mechanical hands, but it still had never been the same. He was never able to "feel" the music like he did before the accident. He had been waiting in that corner for the right person to come up and preform. It seemed like tonight was going to be the night that he finally was able to take out his frustration. A young looking boy appeared on the stage. "Erm... You guys saw me playing the violin last round... So I thought this time, I'd go for something a little different." This comment grabbed Grub's interest. As he closed his eyes, and waited for the boy to preform. The music seemed to flow effortlessly from the piano. The song was not an old classical piece that was precise and lyrical. It was a newer and more energetic piece, just the kind of music Smooth Hands MaClan use to play. It seemed that Grub had found his match. The boy left the tavern in an uproar, he had brought down the house. He seemed to not want the attention, because very soon after he played, he had left the bar. The mechanical gears in his hands began to shift and click as he followed the boy out from the bar. The boy seemed to stop at a point where he could look out of the harbor. Excuse me young lad? If I am correct then you are in the one who played back in the tavern. I was wondering if I could take your picture? You'll never know if we might need it for the wall back there. Grub gave a large and innocent smile as he held the old fashion den den mushi camera up with one hand in front of his chest. His other hand was folded behind his back. With a subtle adjustment of his fingers, the weapon in Grub's hands activated. Four metal piano strings fell out of the tips of each of his fingers besides his thumb. Before Vlad had time to react, Grub pressed the flash button the den den mushi. The eyes of the den den mushi flashed with a brilliantly bright light. The flash caught Vlad off guard as Grub prepared his battle stance and faced him. Im sorry young boy. But it seems that I need your help. Well not your help as much as your body. Grub waited. Edited by Buggy_The_Clown, Dec 26 2010, 08:47 PM.
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| WildOnes | Dec 27 2010, 12:40 AM Post #5 |
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The loud sound of the ship honk made Jean awoke from his sleep. He took a peek from inside the safety boat and saw that, the ship was near an Island. Well, I guess this is where I will descent, He thought that as the ship docked on the Island. He jumped straight down from the boat, cause he didn't want to use the ship ladder. And with the help of his new dress, he didn't need to worry about falling from that kind of height. He landed on the wooden floor and then walked his way to the city. As usual when he was in the city, he did a sight seeing inside every shops that interested him. Not only that he also looked for a man that so handsome so that man will made his day a wonderful one. He wasn't saw any handsome man these few days, that's why he hoped he could meet one in the Island. He did that for more than an hour until he felt tired and hungry. With his stomach needed something to stop the grumbling sound it made, he looked for any restaurant or bar. After asking for a direction, he knew that there was a bar nearby. So, he walked his way to that bar. Arrived at the bar, he saw the wooden tag with the bar name on it, 'The Floundering Albatross'. In front of the bar, Jean saw a young man standing still. That man looked at the direction of the port. This is the guy I'm looking for, That man was quite handsome and made Jean wanted to flirt with him. But because his stomach was growling louder, he decided to do that later and hoping that young man wouldn't left that place before he could flirt with him. Entering the Bar, an old man walked pass through him. Jean ignored that old man and just gone straight to sit on the table near the door. He ordered some food and a glass of rum. While waiting for his meal, he looked outside and saw that young man was having a chat with the old man. |
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| Encore | Dec 28 2010, 04:49 AM Post #6 |
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The musician took a deep breath, breathing in the ocean air. When he opened his eyes, his line of sight was caught upon a fairly attractive girl in the distance; he smiled lightly at her, so as not to reveal his fangs. The Teen looked away for an instant, before looking back and taking in as much detail as he could with a single glance, she seemed a similar age to him and she was definitely looking at him... As she disappeared from his sight, it took some effort before his thoughts returned to staring out to sea, now that he'd conquered the Albatross and had to be one of the youngest musicians to have his picture up on the wall, a good start, but where would he go next? He didn't have a ship or anything... ”Excuse me young lad? If I am correct then you are in the one who played back in the tavern. I was wondering if I could take your picture? You'll never know if we might need it for the wall back there” Vlad turned around, startled as his trail of thought was interrupted, to see an incredibly wrinkled old man. He was pretty sure his face was already on the wall, just below the Hillbilly Six and next to Flyman Swift and the old man looked familiar. He shrugged; he was definitely thinking too much, how would this ever be a trap? "Yeah, of course." His line of sight was caught upon the fairly attractive girl again, this time inside the Albatross, was she a regular? Was she a musician? Could she see his face upon the wall? He felt a little nervous, maybe they'd asked for another photo because his was particularly bad.... Could she see this hypothetical bad picture?! He realised suddenly that his trail of thought had wondered again. The normally abnormally pale teen looked a little flushed as his attention quickly returned to the photographer. "S-sorry." He blurted out, sweeping himself down and pulling off an awfully forced attempt at a lady-killer smile. Stunned by the bright lights, the next thing he knew was an old man facing him, his hand dripping with piano strings. “Im sorry young boy. But it seems that I need your help. Well not your help as much as your body” "Jeez..." Vlad grimaced, blinking heavily, and attempting to look around, he noticed the old man was standing as if ready to fight. Everything made sense now. The unofficial photos and the combat stance, this old man was clearly some kind of rapist. "You want my body..? I’m flattered, but that’s pretty perverse old man..." The Musician looked almost vampiric as he drew his violin from his satchel and began to laugh, jumping backwards and landing perfectly upon the harbour railings. "You look fairly determined, so I'll let you know that I'm willing to fight in order to keep it in my possession."He observed before beginning to play a fast paced waltz upon his violin, a piece of his own composition, Midnight’s Call. (+5 speed) |
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| Buggy_The_Clown | Dec 28 2010, 07:25 PM Post #7 |
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OOC: Im sorry for the short post. I am only going to do the NPC part of this, and I will post what Poe is up too next round. It seemed that the younger boy was not taking Grub seriously. He had made a joke about the wording that Grub had used. Under most situations Grub would have been extremely frustrated by the comment, and he would have shown his obvious distaste. But in this particular situation, Grub was just to joyful to let anything bring him down. "You look fairly determined, so I'll let you know that I'm willing to fight in order to keep it in my possession." Grub closed his eyes and let the music wash over him. He enjoyed all kinds of music, and he would cheapen listening to the beautiful song, even if he was in the middle of a battle. You see Grub had a unique ability that developed over the years and years of listening to music being played by all different musicians. He was able to find the personal connection that a musician had with his or her music, and he was able to feel the same sense of empowerment and emotional value that was connected to the original person. The music that Vlad was playing started to course through his bones and his skin. He let the energy fill him up from head to toe. Grub started to laugh, the laugh was sharp and high pitched, and coming from the older man it almost seemed unnatural. OOC Very good! Very good indeed! I feel 10 years younger. Grub started to move with more grace and speed them when he had walked out the door. he started to shuffle his feet, testing out the new found energy he had obtained. Grub was done talking, it was now time to launch his first attack. With another flick of his wrist, the piano strings that were falling from his fingers stiffened. each string was about 4 feet long, and had metal spikes attached the end. Grub ran for a straight charge, drawing his hand back in the process. With a single forward strike, Grub attempted to impale the young musician. Edited by Buggy_The_Clown, Jan 1 2011, 06:31 PM.
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| WildOnes | Dec 30 2010, 06:57 PM Post #8 |
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After waiting for a while, his meal finally came. A young boy brought a plate of meat and a glass of rum from the kitchen. While he putted those things on the able, he looked carefully at Jean, maybe he was curious with Jean. Jean saw that and smiled, he then asked that boy, "What's wrong boy?". Hearing those words coming out from Jean, that young boy quickly finished his job and running away. He ran back to the kitchen. "A shy one huh. He's quite handsome too, but he's too young. If he's 5 years older I will play with him", Jean smiled and then started eating his food. While eating, Jean heard a music from outside the Bar. He looked outside and saw the young man already started to play his musical instrument. And the old man also had one in his hand. "A jam huh, why they play outside the bar?", Jean was wondering about that as he saw before that this bar had a stage on it. But he didn't let that made him forget about his food. He still continued eating his food with a musical background coming from outside the Bar. Looks like there wasn't only Jean that got attracted by the music from outside the bar. Most of the people in that bar, except Jean and few others, were leaving the bar. They wanted to look the performance that was happened outside the bar. And since lots of people was blocking his view, Jean stood up after finishing his drink. He then walked outside and pushed anyone blocking his way so he could get a better view of what was happening. |
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| Encore | Jan 1 2011, 04:34 PM Post #9 |
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Very good! Very good indeed! I feel 10 years older Vlad smirked, revealing his fangs it seemed the old guy was a musician too. "You've got a pretty good ear for a rapist." Vlad made a mental note of the small crowd gathering from nowhere whilst preparing to counter-attack the old man. He wasn't too sure about what he was going to do, but he was ready for nearly anything... His position upon the railings just before the sea would work out fairly well for dodging. Either way, with the music pumping through his veins, he was ready. The old man's speed caught him off guard; he clearly had appreciated the music. The musician had managed to move most of his stomach out of the way, receiving only a fairly deep, but none the less manageable cut across his side. An assassin by blood, as he saw the foes back sail past him he was tempted to follow up with his 'Finale' technique, but in front of a crowd this size, it probably would only land him with a bounty... He'd much rather humiliate his foe before he killed him; give them a fighting chance... Instead, he used his foe's momentum against him, spinning around whilst still playing and kicking out in an attempt to assist his attacker with his trip to the sea. Finishing his attack he dropped from the railing and down in front of the crowd with an elaborate bow. |
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| Buggy_The_Clown | Jan 2 2011, 10:21 AM Post #10 |
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OOC: Sorry for the short post and the delay. Poe took a deep breath. It was night time, and the it was nice to have some time alone. He had been going from island to island with his crew, and they never seemed to take a moment to just breath. Even though that is what Poe enjoyed, he was at a rare moment in his life were he was ok with just taking a second to figure out what to do next. Haha, I really must be loosing my mind. Poe said. He had promised himself that he would never stop searching for the cure. He intended to keep that promise. Poe's thoughts were interrupted by what appeared to be a fight in the street. At first Poe shrugged it off. A fight outside of a bar was a dime a dozen, but then something caught his interest. It seemed that the fight was between a very young man, and a man who could have been 100 years old for all Poe knew. The older man let out a strike with some sort of weapon Poe did not know. The boy side stepped with more speed then seemed natural. The thing that interested Poe the most was when the boy smiled he appeared to have large canine teeth. Well, this should be fun. Poe stood in the crowd and watched this battle of strange people. __________________________________________________________________________ Grub watched as his forward thrust was side stepped. Grub's momentum was too much to be stopped, his body contiuned forward. For a second it appeared as if Grub was going to topple of the edge. Perfect.... Grub's body flew over the railing, but not before the wires that were hanging from his hand wrapped themselves around the metal bar that the boy had been standing on. The crowd gasped as they saw the frail old man fall, but before they could do anything to try and help, Grub had thrown himself back onto he solid ground. He landed with grace and ease. His wires were still connected to the railing, and any slack that was there was gone. They were tight. You continue to impress me boy. It seems I have gotten more then I bargained for. Now here is a true lesson on music. Using his free hand, Grub grabbed a violin bow that was strapped to the side of his leg. He pulled his hands so that the wires were as tight as they could be connected to the rail. He then began to play the strings from his hands as if they were a musical instrument. A beautiful but sad song began to ring out through the area. It was slow and it seemed make the air thick and heavy. People in the crowd began to fall under the "weight" of the music. OOC Watch your step boy. I wouldnt want to hurt that precious body of yours. |
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| Buggy_The_Clown | Jan 2 2011, 10:22 AM Post #11 |
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OOC: I dont know how this happened, but it posted twice.
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| Encore | Jan 2 2011, 12:33 PM Post #12 |
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As soon as the music began to play Vlad's heart rate went through the roof, he grabbed his own violin. His smirk became an ear to ear malevolent smile, he was going to enjoy this. "When it comes to horror... I think you'll find I'm the master." He laughed manically, adjusting his own music to fit in with that of the old man's. A Melancholic but somewhat malevolent song that brought a shudder to an individual and stopped them in their tracks with a sense of impending doom. He shook his head grimly before stepping backwards into the crowd and dissappearing almost instantly, the only trace of him that remained was his music. "To hide a tree, use a forest." He called out from the now panicing crowd in a sing-song voice. Spoiler: click to toggle Stepping out behind the old man was no small feat... He'd managed to weave his way through the crowd, all the way around through the barrier and sneak up upon the old fella. He'd sealed his fate as soon as he'd stuck himself to the barrier. The music only stopped as he drew his knives. "Sorry..."He stated bluntly, using the back ends of the handles in the technique rather than the actual knives so as not to kill, only to wound. "Finale." Spoiler: click to toggle Vlad slipped his knives back into his satchel along with his violin, cracking his knuckles out of habit as he ducked under the barrier and back out in front of the crowd. "He was out of tune anyway..." He sighed, a little awkwardly scratching the back of his head. The display still looked fairly brutal, a teenager brutaly efficiently beating up an old man. He felt fairly guilty about it, at least he'd left him alive... |
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| WildOnes | Jan 3 2011, 04:46 AM Post #13 |
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What Jean saw was somewhat amazing. It was a fight between two performers. The fight drove the people who were watching it with enthusiasm. That fight was performed like it was a performance on a grand stage. Both the young man played their instrument well and used he music to heir advantage. Even though sometimes the young man looks like having a better hand in those fight, the old man was quite good too. What a wonderful play, Jean admired the fight just like the other people did. And that young one is handsome too, I hope he will win this fight so I can have time to play with him, a smirk was on his face when he thought about what he would do with that handsome man. Even though he was mesmerized by that fight. He was still able to look into his surrounding. He saw that the people who were watching the fight not only just a human spectator. He also saw a fish man among them. That fishman somewhat attracted Jean, cause it was his first time seeing that race, Hmmm... It seems that I'm right choosing this Island. |
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| Encore | Jan 3 2011, 11:19 AM Post #14 |
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(Sorry, I just got a little carried away. Let Buggy post next... It'll make more sense that way and then we can go back to our normal posting order. =l )
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Henri 'Silver-Tounge' Argent • Con-Artist• Martial Artist/Merchant • None• Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Bijotsu: East Blue. Ezekiel Vegas • Bounty Hunter • Navigator/Thief • Nothing as of yet • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: ? Highgate 'Vlad' Vladimir • Wandering Musician • Entertainer/Assassin • Wandering • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 3 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: | |
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| Buggy_The_Clown | Jan 4 2011, 04:19 PM Post #15 |
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Poe was awe struck by the events that were unfolding. It seemed that the two fighters were both very talented musicians. Poe had a small snicker when he saw the older man topple over the edge of the railing. The old man isnt as nimble as I thought. Before Poe could turn around and walk away. The older man seemed to have been able to throw himself back onto solid ground by the wires that were hanging on his hand. He then began to play a slow paced melody. Many of the people around Poe started to feel heavier and one by one they were falling to their knees. It seemed that after a few moments, that only Poe and one other pretty looking girl were left standing. OOC Poe smiled. It seemed that he had chosen the right time to take a walk. Poe look back towards the fight to see if the music had brought down the younger musician. It did not, in fact he was preparing to play a piece of his own. "To hide a tree, use a forest." Now the fight was getting interesting. Poe had never seen a battle of musicians. It was not about physical blows, but each note seemed to be fighting to gain control over the air. It was a fantastic sight to see. The boy started to weave in and out of the crowd in a random pattern, and when the time was right, he struck the older fighter with the handles of his weapon. The old man went down. Or at least that was how it appeared. The old mans body had stayed limp, but the wires that were on the railing, fell to the ground and started to snake their way towards the boy. Poe was not close enough to stop it, but the pretty girl was. Girl! Help him! ________________________________________________________________________ Grubs eyes were closed as he continued to let his own music fill his ears. He had been lucky that the young pirate had done almost everything that Grub had predicted. He had used the bar as support, and then side steeped his first attack, so that Grub could appear to have fallen over the edge. OOC
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