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This Is It; MJ references aplenty.
Topic Started: Jan 10 2011, 10:34 AM (1,770 Views)
MadMadDan
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The two dance-fighters recovered from the bounty hunter's push gracefully, one spinning a short ways before stopping and striking a pose, while the other pretended to fall, only to swing back on a hanging rope, as if it was all rehearsed. The two spun around each other before, snapping their fingers furiously, they did a quick dash to the attacking bounty hunter, intent on bringing him down.

Whatever they were going to do, however, was distracted by a loud blast from a saxophone. The two were startled enough that they dropped out of their beats, covering their ears as if in pain. They glanced at each other in surprise, before re-synching their tempo and turning to the perpetrator. They homed in on the scruffy man with the saxophone, casting their previous opponent a whithering glance and rushing past him, moving in smooth leaps and steps as they charged to the musician.

Suddenly barrels came rolling down from the higher parts of the ship straight towards the two pirates, and they danced away to avoid them. Following the barrels was Sora, who had run behind them, jumped sideways and opened fire. He managed to hit one on the leg, though it was more of a glancing blow.

The one that was hit, a blonde, rough-faced man, he noticed, scowled at him. He looked back to his companion, who was more soft-faced and had dull brown hair, and nodded. As if rehearsed -- it probably is, Sora thought -- they grabbed each other's arms and spun around so that the blonde's legs were dangling. After gaining speed, they let go and the blonde was sent right towards Krest in a deadly flying kick. Sora had no time to intercept the human missile, however, for the other Jet had rushed towards Sora in a flurry of punches and kicks. Sora dodged him easily enough, but was kept distracted by the furious, unreadable dance-fighting techniques.

Dammit! Sora silently cursed to himself as he dodged yet another roundhouse, falling to one knee before jumping back to dodge a low kick. These guys are relentless! He couldn't even reach for his bullet pouch, being too focused on avoiding the attacks. "Hey! Worthless distraction!" He yelled to Vegas. "A little help here?"
Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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As Krest blasted into his saxophone, he didn't expect Vegas to dodge the attack of the jets... straight into the way of his "disruption" and mentally apologized for the slip-up. Fortunately, it appeared that the noise threw off the dancers' beat, if only for a second, which confirmed part of what Krest was trying to test. So the noise is enough to throw off their groove, good to know, maybe playing a tune they haven't practiced will work to even better effect... oh no.

Krest's strategizing was cut short as the jets dashed past vegas and prepared to attack him, maybe even guessing his strategy at the same time he had made it. He had certainly underestimated these guys. He looked away for a moment as the barrels and Sora rushed towards the pair, managing to graze one with a pistol shot.

What came next was what surprised him most, the jets locked arms and spun until the blonde was swinging with legs in the air... and then let go to fly at Krest. As the dancing pirate's feet were coming dangerously close to the musician's face, he put his hands up to grab the attacker's ankles and take him with him, since the attack's speed was more than he was prepared to avoid. With the flying kick a mere inch or two from his face, Krest muttered a brief curse and did his best to brace for impact, "Aw cra-"

*WHAM!!*

The both of them seemed to disappear on contact as the kick nearly sent Krest and the jet whose legs he had grabbed flying off the ship and leaving a significant dent in the shape of a foot across the cyborg's iron face. It's a good thing... that can be fixed... In his position with the jet on top of him, Krest tried to get up and get a punch at the pirate's face.
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Saved by the barrel/noise combination... He could count the number of times that sentance had been used in his life upon one hand.

"What the?" The two used combination attacks? It was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen in his life. Vegas just stood there, staring like an idiot. "How could they have possibly rehearsed this and how the hell are we going to manage when they all get here?" He winced when he saw the first dancer flying-kick Krest in the face, how could somebody survive that?! His face was actually dented... A robot man?! The kid was managing to dodge pretty well, but couldn't read the moves well enough to draw his weapon and fire... It was almost as if they were actually dancing... They were attacking the saxaphonist for a reason. Where was the marine...? He found it a little bit offensive that they weren't bothering to attack him... An idea hit the Navigator "Krest! Know any slow tunes?!"

"Hey! Worthless distraction!"

Vegas reawoke from his tactics attack... It wasn't like him to think that much during a fight. "A little help here?" Vegas looked around, there were no worthless distractions... Then it dawned upon him, slowly and painfully, he was the worthless distraction. "Oh sweet irony." The teen grinned to himself, pausing to enjoy it. He shook his head, they didn't have time for this! He turned to Krest, he didn't seem like the type who'd win one on one with the fighter... The kid could handle himself for a little while, Krest might just've been the key to the fight his face lit up and he regained his sword stance. The teen took a chance and darted over to where the Robo-Krest was strugling to fight. "Since you asked so nicely..."

"Remise.~" Vegas shouted gleefully, diving in with a series of cuts and thrusts as fast as he possibly could at the back of the dancing character, he couldn't dodge all of them and attack the robot musician surely. Not relenting from the attack, he shouted with some effort, to the musician. "May I request a slowdancing number for me and my partner here?"

Techniques used today~
Remise (rank 8)
Type: Offensive/gatling
Range: Melee
Stats:N/A
Description: Vegas lunges forward to his opponent in a flurry of cuts and stabs.

Edited by Encore, Jan 22 2011, 04:04 AM.
Henri 'Silver-Tounge' Argent • Con-Artist• Martial Artist/Merchant • NoneBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Bijotsu: East Blue.
Ezekiel Vegas • Bounty Hunter • Navigator/Thief • Nothing as of yetThreat: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: ?
Highgate 'Vlad' Vladimir • Wandering Musician • Entertainer/Assassin • WanderingBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 3 • Beli: 500,000 • Location:
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The blonde-haired Jet posed dramatically as he landed on his poor victim. Sadly, the perfectly executed move was put to a disappointing halt when the 'poor' musician suddenly punched him on the face.

The Jet was caught off guard. He was thrown back from the force of the blow, and he rolled with it, rolling backwards so that he was on his knees, facing his downed enemy. He withstood the Jet Stream attack? He stared at Krest's now dented face, astonished. Impossible! He was given little time to deliver another strike, though, as he noticed an enemy behind him, diving at him in a flurry of cuts and slashes. He quickly manuevered out of the way, dancing his way out of the most fatal blows, taking numerous cuts and scratches instead.

Suddenly, he stumbled after putting weight on his injured leg. It gave way below him, making him stop to rebalance himself. He failed to dodge ahorizontal cut to the abdomen from the other fighter. The wound was moderately deep, enough to draw blood but not so much to be fatal. The man screamed in pain, backing away rather clumsily from Vegas, his eyes never leaving him.

---

Okay, Mat, the large man thought to himself as he pulled himself up on the rope another inch. You can see the edge now. Just a little bit more before you can reach out and grab it. Just... A little... More!

Sighing in relief as his hands grabbed the edge of the deck, he pulled himself up on hands and knees. Not even having the strength to pull himself up, he just panted heavily on that position.

Damned ropes. Why do they have to be so hard to climb?

"Okay, guys!" He panted out to anyone that was listening. "I'm- I'm here now. What'd I miss-"

He cut off as he felt something crash into him, followed by the sound of something falling and someone screaming, before there was a crack and a dull thump. Wha?

He looked up. There was Krest, his face eerily dented. There was Vegas. There was Sora, who was fighting one of the pirates. Where was the other pirate?

Don't tell me... He looked back. There he was, lying on the sand, apparently knocked out when he landed on a rock in the sand.

Mat's mouth was open in astonishment. What the... He remembered something crashing into him. "Damn. That was... Lucky to say the least." He said to the other two. He smile. "Guess all I needed to do was just be here to win."

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This is the second time I've seen a dented face... That can't be good for me.

He continued casting quick, furtive glances at his friends before coming to a standstill at the climax.

The hell? Sora was so startled by his allies' comical victory he almost forgot to dodge. He quickly jumped back, only to be kicked viciously in the chest. Groaning painfully, he looked over to his enemy, who was smirking and posing dramatically at him.

Dammit! How the hell am I losing to this maniac?

The brown haired dancer started snapping his fingers again, circling around Sora with a deliberate, agonizing slowness. Sora knew that he was going to assault him with those unpredictable moves again soon enough. Ohh no. I am not letting you do that again.

Focusing intensely on his opponent, Sora visualised his enemy and his moves. The Jet struck lightning-quick, lashing out with a foot to the boy's face.

Sora was quicker. He jumped back and slid on the deck, spinning his pistols and loading them at the same time. He let loose two shots as he slid back, one of the bullets piercing the Jet's stomach. He let out a cry as he put a hand to the wound, blood dripping out of it.

Yes! About time one of my shots hit! The Jet, however, was far from done. Growling furiously, he let out a vicious snap kick that had Sora sliding on the deck, before stopping abruptly with a crash on the railings. The child let out a small cry of pain as he smacked on the unyielding wood, clenching his stomach in pain. The Jet charged once more, and Sora fumbled for his bullet pouch.
Techniques Used

Quick Load (6 [4 + 2])
Type: Supportive
Range:Medium-Long
Stats:N/A
Description:Sora uses the momentum from a shot to spin his gun by his finger, uses his other hand to quickly load a bullet and assumes a ready to shoot stance in one smooth movement.

Focus (4)
Type:Supportive
Range:Self
Stats:+2 Accuracy
Description:Sora uses his drawing skills to visualize and focus his sight to a single target, blurring everything else from his sight, but allows for better accuracy on the target.
Edited by MadMadDan, Jan 24 2011, 07:26 AM.
Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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After he managed to get up from the extremely unpleasant kick to the face, Krest could see the look of shock on the jet's face, "It's situations like these that make the cybernetic head pay for itself." He tapped his finger on his face near the dent which clicked against the metal. Before any further interactions could be made, Vegas made his offensive against Krest's opponent, extending his usefulness as a distraction and calling out for Krest to carry out the plan he already had in mind. Shows that Krest had the right idea, if someone else had it too.

"May I request a slowdancing number for me and my partner here?"

Krest looked around for a good vantage point from which his song-makings would carry best and found that there was a slight elevation over where the others were fighting relatively close by. He had a little time to get to it as the others seemed able to take care of themselves fairly well. Strong hits were dealt to the jets, causing one to trip over Mat, who had just arrived. "Alright, takes care of one..." Despite the good shot made on the remaining jet, he managed to land a good kick on Sora and began snapping again, "How about we set some mood here, man? I think we could do well for a blues backdrop!"

Krest took his position within clear hearing range of the dancing and bleeding pirate and began playing a very slow, melancholic tune with his saxophone. It seemed to give the image of being alone looking for shelter in the pouring rain, without success, resigning yourself to a long, cold night in the relentless downpour, your only hope being that you would not fall ill and die before finding a god place to rest.

Techniques Used
Dark Blues (6)
Type: Support
Range: 11 or so meters (enemies)
Stats: -3 stamina
Description: Krest holds position and plays a slow and depressing blues number, weakening the fighting spirit and general well-being of all who can hear it. Effects are immediately canceled when he stops playing.
Edited by Togamau, Jan 24 2011, 10:33 PM.
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"Sweet~" Vegas grinned, grabbing some rope and jumping off the deck of the ship. "One down." He smirked, tieing up the fella they'd just koed with a knot around his wrists and ankles, so that they were behind the back of the individual. "We might actually be able to do this..." He nodded with a small ammount of pride, Vegas held out one of his hands, staring at it shaking... He needed a caffine boost, he'd play a game of 'find the kitchen' shortly... Leaving the dancer safely upon the beach before returning to the ship and the battle he found it hard to even feel any remorse for the guy. The punk should've thought about the conscequences before he became a pirate...

A bluezy jazz atmosphere covered the ship, Vegas wasn't entirely sure why it wasn't adversely effecting him, but he wasn't complaining. It was going some distance to giving the place a somewhat western atmosphere, the kind you'ld expect in a dead end saloon somewhere. Glancing around, taking in the scene he saw that the kid had taken a pretty savage blow, he smiled he'd had it coming, Krest was the source of the atmosphere and there was one foe to go. It was times like these when Vegas hated being a one trick pony.

"I've got this." He stated, drawing his cutlass once more and rushing at his opponent, attacking with a violent barrage of unpredictable-at-best attacks, the aim was to push the dancer back into the tanky marine, who assumedly would do something to finish the punk off. The pirate had already been shot and they had the new bluesy rhythm behind it... How hard could it be? "Remise!"
Henri 'Silver-Tounge' Argent • Con-Artist• Martial Artist/Merchant • NoneBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Bijotsu: East Blue.
Ezekiel Vegas • Bounty Hunter • Navigator/Thief • Nothing as of yetThreat: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: ?
Highgate 'Vlad' Vladimir • Wandering Musician • Entertainer/Assassin • WanderingBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 3 • Beli: 500,000 • Location:
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"Remise!" The Jet had heard the man foolishly announce his previously-used technique and took steps to avoid it, though he was hindered from the Jazz player, as he had to match his beat to that of the song's, slowing him down. Not without suffering a few cuts and slashes, he twirled and jumped to Vegas' exposed back, before leaping high into the air, preparing to land with a powerful kick on his enemy.

Suddenly, Sora slid from the side to Vegas's rear and quickly took aim. He loosed two shots at the airborne pirate, who was powerless to avoid it. He took the brunt of the shots full on, hitting him on the stomach and shoulder. Rolling as he landed, he staggered back from the two Bounty Hunters, before stopping short as he bumped into something.

"Well hellooooo there~!"

Mat moved quickly, lifting up and throwing the horrified pirate into the air, suspending him for a good three seconds. As he began his descent, Mat jumped up and grabbed him in the air. "Haggar's..." He turned around in midair so that he was holding the Jet in front of him in a massive bear hug upside down.

"SLAM!" He screamed out as they landed, the Jet's face cushioning the fall. Mat jumped up cracked his neck stylishly, while the Jet remained upside down, his head gone through the thin wood planks, his body comically straight.

"And that" He said, turning back to his companions -- including an astonished Sora,"Takes care of that. Now let's get this ship to the docks before those pirates knew what hit 'em."

---

Fifteen minutes later...

An injured Sora was sitting on the back of the ship, just to the side of the wheel. He had his sketchbook out, and was drawing Mat steering the ship rather peacefully, although he winced a little whenever the ship hit a stray wave and made his ribs shift. Damn, that Jet has a mean kick. I am definetly going to be feeling that in the morning.

He glared vengefully at the two Jets, who was tied together on the mast. The brown haired Jet was still unconcious, his mouth open in a silent scream of pain. The blonde Jet was awake, though he remained quiet as he struggled against his bonds.

Looking away from the two, he looked out to the sea in front of them. They were sailing nearby the the island, close enough to see the shore yet far enough to avoid shallow waters. Mat had some skill in steering ships -- "One of my few specialities," He had said -- and was quickly steering them around the island. So far, they had not seen hide nor hair of the rest of the Moonwalkers. Mat said it was because they were circling from the other side. Either way, Sora hoped they would not meet yet so they can rest for a while.

"So," Said Mat, breaking the silence. "You guys just beat 1 Million Beli worth of pirates." He nodded at the two. "Great job. I'll make sure you three get properly rewarded once we turn this in to a Marine base. But we were lucky enough to surprise them." He said, his face turning serious while he somehow maintained a passive demeanor. He looked at the three hunters pointedly."When the rest comes, they'll definetely be ready. We need to decide on battle tactics. If we had trouble facing these two, then we won't stand a chance against Billie Jean unless we come up with some sort of plan of attack."
Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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Krest watched and was amazed by the attack that Mat pulled off on the Jet and stopped playing once it was established that the battle was over. "From what I see here, I'm still kinda surprised that you didn't go with the rest of those marines. I guess these guys can't take too many hits when they can't avoid them all. That was an impressive finisher..." The musician ran his finger along the outer rim of the footprint in his face, "Yup... this kind of situation is exactly what I became a cyborg for. Get a good hammer or something and you can repair a ding like this, but if my face weren't metal that kick probably wouldn't have left anything to fix!"

After he finished talking, Krest went to see where the ship's food storage was, he might as well stock up on some salt while nothing else was going on. He returned after briefly "refueling" in time to take part in the strategy meeting.

"Well, it seems like their fighting style is dependent on keeping a beat, so playing music or making loud noises will directly affect their performance. I played a slow song, and they had to slow their moves down with it to keep fighting. So if I can play without interruptions, then the flow of the battle might be able to swing in our favor. That's all I've got on my end of this. Of course, the main group of them might be a little less easily distracted..."
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"Shite~" Vegas grimmaced, gritting his teeth and readying himself for an impact. When it didn't come he turned around to see what was left of the jet in a bloody mess... The kid and Mat had managed to deal with him pretty efficiently, his plan had worked. He smirked to himself, he needed to spend some more quality time thinking up new techniques if he wanted to succeed in this buisiness. As a navigator himself, he'd become sorely tempted to grab the wheel and take the ship as his payment. There was pleanty of time for that later... That Marine guy seemed to have the steering sorted anyway. He restrained himself, instead entering the ship and going down to the galley to make himself a coffee.

Fifteen minutes later he returned to the deck, somewhat alert with his third cup in his left hand, steaming impressively in the open air. "Right... Remind me, how are we finding the next bunch?" The wide eyed teen asked, stepping over to the helmsman, avoiding the captives upon the mast as he went.
Henri 'Silver-Tounge' Argent • Con-Artist• Martial Artist/Merchant • NoneBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Bijotsu: East Blue.
Ezekiel Vegas • Bounty Hunter • Navigator/Thief • Nothing as of yetThreat: 0 • SD Earned: 23 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: ?
Highgate 'Vlad' Vladimir • Wandering Musician • Entertainer/Assassin • WanderingBounty: 0 • SD Earned: 3 • Beli: 500,000 • Location:
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Smirking at Vegas, he glanced in his direction briefly before turning back to the wheel. "Oh, we're not going to find the rest..."

He was cut off by a loud noise, and suddenly a large cannonball ripped through the railings and crashed through Vegas's cup, miraculously missing him by inches. The projectile sailed on and sunk into the ocean.

"...They're going to find us. Crap." He walked away from the wheel and walked onto the main deck. "You take care of the ship! Make sure they're on one of our sides!" He walked belowdecks and was out of sight.

Meanwhile Sora, who was sitting right next to the now broken railing, had dropped his only pencil, and was now scrambling for it. He reached out as the pencil rolled off the ship, just barely catching it as he landed heavily on the deck with a small grunt of pain. Gotcha! That was close... If I lost this I dunno what I'd do...

He must have tempted fate, because precisely at that moment a stray wave hit the ship, and he dropped the pencil once more. It fell straight to the ocean and vanished, probably lost for life.

"My pencil..."
Sora lay there in shock, one of his hands outstretched as if to grab something in the ocean.

---

"Captain! We missed!"
Said one of the Jets, a redheaded prettyboy, rather enthusiastically.

Billie "Smooth Criminal" Jean just looked at him cooly before, with a flick of his leg, kicked the man out of the small rowboat.

"Thank you for that piece of news. It was new and in no way known to me." He said, voice thick with sarcasm.

He scowled at the ship -- his own ship -- as it continued on without him, his two Jets bound and restrained. Instead there were 4 people on deck; That local marine, that idiot bounty hunter, a guy wearing a suit and carrying what seems to be a saxophone and a kid who was lying on the deck.

Kids? They've gotten so desperate that they would send off mere children against me? The concept was laughable, but he did not find it funny. These men had took out two of his Jets, a feat that was not easily done, outnumbered or no!

He would have to be careful on this one: they had to be dealt with quickly and perhaps permanently. He motioned to the other Jet, a black-haired one, to reload the bazooka once more. He took control of the ship and started aiming for the much larger boat.

Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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Krest was pretty shocked to see that the enemy reinforcements had arrived so quickly, announced by a cannonball flying through a railing and Vegas' coffee cup. "Criminy! They didn't waste any time in finding us, which is well enough I guess since we were looking for them..." The cyborg used his improved vision to look out on the side that the cannonball had come from and, sure enough, a smaller ship with two men in it was just a little ways off, there was a jet and the man who could only be assumed to be the Smooth Criminal himself aiming a bazooka at the ship! "Someone try to keep the ship steady, we have to keep them on that side until something can be done about the bazooka."

Looking around the deck, he could see Sora at the side reaching out for something, he had missed the pencil falling overboard so he had no idea why the kid was distracted at a time like this. "Sora! Snap out of it and get ready to fight back! You're the only one on deck with guns, try to get a shot in before they can fire at us again, alright?"

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Sora remained unresponsive, still staring at the sea, mouth slightly open.

As the Jets got closer, Mat came on board, carrying a large bag of gunpowder. "All right!" He said, putting the sack on the deck near a cannon. "Now all we have to do is load-" Belatedly noticing that they were still facing the wrong way, he cursed and rushed for the wheel.

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"Cap'n!" Said the blond Jet, who had just climbed back on the small boat, still soaking wet. "They're turning the cannons toward us!"

The blond flew in the air once more, receiving another kick. "I know, you moron." Sighing, he flicked a hair and looked at his other underling. "Charlie. Get them before they get us."
Charlie, a sandy-haired but otherwise nondescript man, simply nodded and took aim at the Thriller with careful precision. Good old Charlie. Doesn't talk much, but aims like he was born with a gun on his hand.

The ship was already facing them now, but Billie saw the marine still struggling at the wheel. They'll never shoot in time. "All right, Charlie." He said, dashingly pointing at the ship. "FIR-"

Boom.

They were comically thrown out of the boat as it exploded into shards, dunking them into the cold sea.

"Cap'n!" Said the blonde Jet. "Our boat was destroyed from a cannonball!"

What I would give for a kick right now.

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Meanwhile, Sora was standing behind the fired cannon, with a grim look on his face.

"That," He said, voice thick with anger, "Was for making me drop my only pencil!"

"Remind me,"
Said Mat as he recovered from his shock, "To never get on your bad side near a cannon."

Pouting slightly, Sora just picked up his sketchbook and eraser and put them in his bag. "Man. That pencil was a good one too. Serves me right for not buying more when we were in town."

"Well, at least those guys are gone-"


Then, out of nowhere, two figures jumped up from the sides of the ship and landed simultaneously. As if rehearsed. Figures. A third figure came from the bow, landing -- rather coincidentally than anything else -- on Vegas, who was still in shock after escaping near death from the previous cannonball.

color=#9300C4]"Gone?"[/color]
The man in the middle asked. "Guess again."
Edited by MadMadDan, Mar 12 2011, 09:05 PM.
Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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Krest was dumbfounded as Sora blasted the jets' dinghy to smithereens, "Jeez, must've been some pencil... I mean, we could probably get you a couple good ones back in town. It's a good thing we were sent to take these guys down or else I'd be worried you may have seriously hurt someone..."

Of course, as if on cue, their bounty-heads jumped from the sea, one comically landing on Vegas, all of them in perfect sync. Krest facepalmed, "You know, as much as I should have seen this sort of thing coming, I have to ask... where in hell do you guys find time to REHEARSE all of this crap?!" Their attacks were one thing, but knowing how to jump out of the ocean onto their own ship in perfect form... that was kinda pushing it in his book. "Ugh, forget it. Surrender now or we'll have to bring you down the hard way, you should know the drill by now considering all of the other outlandish stunts you've memorized..."

Krest was tired, those first two goons were no push-overs, now there were two more and the captain himself. He tried to sound about as incompetent and nonchalant as he could, making sure to avoid giving away their secret weapon too early.
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"Surrender?" Billie Jean looked scandalized. "Oh no! The big, lanky sax player is telling us to surrender, boys! And I think," He said, voice going into a near whisper. "I think he's serious."

The blonde jet snorted once, then broke out in a raucous bout of laughter. Charlie merely smirked, unable to give a better response than that.

A devilish grin on his face, the pirate captain twirled once, twice, three times, and the two jets twirled right beside him. They stopped, striking a pose. The jets raised the their captain onto their shoulders, and they stood there, a three-man triangle.

"It is you, my misbegotten musician, that should be the one surrendering. You have, however, forfeited that right when you dastardly snuck-"

A gunshot rang out, the bullet missing the captain's face by inches. Sora stood there, smoking gun pointed at his adversary, looking menacing. Well, as menacing as a cute kid can be, anyways.

"Yeah." He said in a low voice. "Yeah, he was serious, I think."

The blonde jet was clearly jarred, and the other looked grim, but Billie looked outraged.

"First the ship, now you cut in the middle of my intro speech?" A vein popped out. "You've gone too far this time, kid."

With a nod to the two, Billie jumped onto the Jets' outstretched hands, who threw him up to the air. "Naughty children..."

Spinning twice in the air, he angled a kick right at the little gunslinger. "Need to be punished!"

Dammit, he thought as he aimed at the sky. I can't see! The sun's in my eyes! The man was directly above him now. He jumped back, but he was too quick to dodge. Ohh dammitall. The air wheezed out of his lungs as Billie's kick hit him straight in his stomach. He flew a bit back, sliding a short ways on the wood before lying motionless.

"Hmph. All too easy." He turned around in a flair and clicked a finger. "Jets. Take care of them."

The two Jets came from behind him and split, the blonde going to Krest and Charlie to Mat.

"Dammit," Mat said as he assumed a fighting stance, glancing to Sora's still body. "Looks like we're in a tight fix here."
Soran Ibrahim • No Position • Artist/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 6.0 • SD Earned: 38 • Beli: 6,000,000 • L: North Blue• No SL Yet

Strength:10/Speed:42/Stamina:7/Accuracy:26/Fortune:17

Makoto Yayoi • Maid • Entertainer(Cosplayer)/Assassin • BFFs!Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 42 • Beli: 9.240.000 • Location: East Blue, Dawn Island

Strength:10/Speed:21/Stamina:10/Accuracy:16/Fortune:25

Andre Niall • No Position • Entertainer(Bard)/Marksman • No Crew • Threat: 0 • SD Earned: 11 • Beli: 2,500,000 • L: East Blue

Strength:15/Speed:14/Stamina:5/Accuracy:8/Fortune:10
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Krest was expecting Billie's reaction from the start, but was surprised when a bullet zipped past the pirate's face in the middle of his monologue! way to jump the gun, sora. be nice if he hit, though... The maneuver only seemed to anger the captain as he swiftly disabled Sora, kicking him to the opposite side of the ship.

Two of the attack party members seemed to have already been incapacitated and the fight hadn't even really started yet, the outlook was grim already. The two remaining jets seemed ready to square off against the bounty hunter and marine, Krest couldn't help but voice his frustration"Damn... We're gonna need Sora in this fight... Mat, go see if there's anything you can do to get him battleready after that kick. I can take care of myself here for a little while."

The musician cracked his neck and knuckles before drawing his saxophone from his back and standing between the two jets. "Feh, this isn't so bad. At least my partners' aren't dead this time around... let's dance." He started tapping his foot as he came into a playing stance.

((OOC: Again, sorry for the short post. and the slow reply. usually I'm better about this sort of thing...))
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