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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 9 2011, 04:26 PM (557 Views) | ||||||||||
| C0nMoney | Mar 9 2011, 04:26 PM Post #1 | |||||||||
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Lord of Ruin
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Daemon traveled slowly along a back street, he walked with a relaxed pace. In his right hand was seaking brand cigar from Awestralia, he lightly flipped a single cleaver in his other hand. Daemon heaved a large sign, his patrol was almost over. He puffed his cigar lightly stopping at the corner of the street, noticing many civilians still in the street he raised an eyebrow. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, he idly tossed his cleaver upward a few feet- Bam! a thin form suddenly collided with him, as he stumbled a few feet his eye caught the glint of the cleaver. <Shit, miss miss. Fuck.> He face palmed as the arc of the fall was exactly what he didn't want. Shwop! The cleaver chopped in viciously and the girl screamed. "Nyaaaaaa~!!” A pool of blood was soon spreading outward from her inner thigh, < I'm gonna get demoted for this bullshit.> The innocent girl looked paralyzed with shock, Daemon sighed looking left and right. He could flee right now, maybe make it off the island before night fall. < Shit.> He noticed 3 worried looking civilians running towards him, the man at the head advanced quickly. Daemon was unsure of what to do, kill these ones and flee?! Then the man grasped him by the arms, “Thank you Mr. marine!” Daemon's hands were reaching for knives but froze, “Huh?” The woman with the man yelled loudly, “Filthy feline whore!” The woman then hopped into a full straight kick at the nyamen girl's head. Something strange was going on here, or so Daemon thought. “Ermmm.” The mans face clearly showed appreciation, “She was staying at our orphanage, we thought she was a child. She had been stealing and stashing our funds.” Daemon did a double take glancing at the girl looking her life blood to the street, he supposed everyone was a pirate these days. “I'm going to go retrieve a medic and then escort her-” The woman loudly rejoiced, “No use she's dead!” She seemed rather happy about the entire incident, the man leaned in close. “We had suspected Barbara was the thief originally, so none of us are happier than she is.” Daemon awkwardly scratched his head, he didn't quite know the protocol in these situations. He took a long drag of his cigar, and then the man continued. “Oh don't worry sir we can handle disposing of the body, the thief had a considerable sum in her stash. Actually......” He rummaged in his robes, “Here young man, you've really done us a commendable service.” The man pulled a sum of money and shoved it into Daemon's hands, he didn't quite understand what was going on. Had he been paid off? What the fuck had he been paid off for? “I'll be reporting all of this too my superior officer.” The man winked as Daemon turned to leave. Minutes later Daemon was still fucking confused, and the man had given him 500,000 beli. Daemon couldn't figure out what he had done right and wrong here, except he knew he had killed a young woman. It felt pretty wrong, but Daemon had committed many crimes in his life. Adding another to the list didn't affect him any more or less than all the others, and this one had netted him some cash. On top of that he might earn a commendation or two, he couldn't quite fathom how such coincidences of corruption could factor into a good day for him. The world was a cruel fucking place he decided. He eventually reached base, heading to the barracks he stashed his funds. Another marine would find it highly suspicious of another coming off patrol with 500,000 beli. He sighed obtaining a form to report the incident during his patrol, he omitted the part about his knife accidentally cutting the girl, the beli. Although he left all the rest of the grim details as they were, highlighting the fact that he had stopped a heinous thief who had be taking from a poor orphanages savings. He quickly filed his report leaving his marine coat on his bunk, he secured his earnings from the day. He had been anticipating it all week, once a week there was a tavern that held poker games. Daemon had been a weekly participant, but it wasn't till last week that they had invited him to the higher stakes table. Then coincidentally he had been handed more than enough for the buy in, he excitedly exited the base with haste. Daemon didn't consider himself a gambling addict but instead a amateur enthusiast. He crossed town and reached his favorite late night spot 'The Soggy Hat', he stopped at the door taking a breath and trying to get his mind in the game. He then entered, he noticed a few familiar players some nodding to him. He'd taken their money as they had taken his, as Daemon wasn't the type to easily make friends they had remained enemies. He stepped up to the bar, and began searching his pockets. The week before they had given him a small metal token this was modeled after a soggy hat. Quickly finding it he flashed it to the bartender, “Any seats left?” The bar tender eyed Daemon and then his token, he then opened the baby den den on his wrist. Presumably speaking to someone upstairs the bartender asked, “How many left open at the top hat table?” Daemon listened patiently not realizing he held his breath. After a few moments an unfamiliar voice replied, “Three.” The bartender looked at Daemon again and then spoke into his den den, “One coming up.” Daemon easily climbed 4 flights of stairs, at the top of the stair was a brutish looking man with many arms. He realized the man was a fishman, the man stepped up and quickly frisked him with all six of his arms. <That’s cleverly convenient. Bet he never misses anything.> The fishman easily discovered Daemon's many harmonic knives, but didn't confiscate them. He then opened the door he was standing before and stepped aside. Daemon stepped into the room finding it considerably grand compared to the establishment's other poker room of their bar. There was another bar, which looked considerably better crafted; in the center of the room was a table at which 7 people sat. Daemon stood still a second taking in the atmosphere; it was strange how it felt, most of the people in the room dressed similarly or better than Daemon. He spotted a few notable merchants and craftsmen from town, he was glad he wasn't a more known marine. He doubted they would have granted him entry, he looked to this right spotting a cage. Walking over he slid the 500,000 beli towards the cashier, who then quickly counted the money and then presented Daemon with an enormous bounty of chips. Daemon walked towards the table quickly deciding between the three open seats. Before long the last two seats were filled, Daemon could tell he was out of place. All of the men knew each other by name, they spoke familiarly about trade and business. Numerous things Daemon cared not about, but soon the conversation turned and caught his attention. “So what're you still doing here? I thought you had a tall shipment for Goa Kingdom?” A short bald man who wore a fine brown over coat shook his head irritated, “I did indeed. One of the filthy beasts escaped. Delshawn found other cargo and left me while we tried to catch it, few of my people caught it today.” He began to chuckle loudly, “Bwarharharharhar, fuckin marine killed it for us!” Many of the men began to laugh around the table, Daemon was alarmed as the man had basically mentioned him. He chuckled to blend in although deeply unsettled, <I knew something weird was going on, he has a whole shipment of those people?> The first man crooked a smile, “Well I had some cargo for shell town. But for the right price, I could help you out....” Daemon listened carefully; he was quickly ruining his game as well. When it was his turn he vastly over bet. “50 is the highest I'll pay.” <50 Million?> The man with the crooked smile stared down at his chips counting and restacking them, “Very well, we can load up tonight and be gone by morning.” Daemon racked his brain, <Fuck me!> Although he was a reformed criminal, he ignored his duties occasionally. This however was not something he could ignore, the man seemingly had a shipment of slaves he was smuggling to Goa. <Why couldn't I just enjoy some poker and call it a night?! Why?!> He cursed any gods that might hear his thoughts, cause he knew what he had to do next. When the next hand was dealt, he pushed all his chips in. He cursed himself looking at a 'seven jack off suit', the bald man called his all in quickly. Daemon mentally cursed the gods again, the flop came 'ten eight nine'. <Shit shit!> He was attempting to lose all of his chips so that he could tail the smugglers, his obvious dismay must have emboldened the man who looked overjoyed. The flop and the turn came, and Daemon quickly had doubled the money he arrived with. If he got up now he'd look like a coward, the bald man only had a few chips left. Daemon stacked his many chips, his dismay was still evident. Giving the other players a quick glance he could tell they were confused by his reaction to winning. The situation was getting worse by the minute, he realized he couldn't report to base before tailing the men. He also dreaded attempting to tail the two and inevitably attempt to free the slaves while carrying over a million beli. So he'd have to sacrifice all his winnings, and attempt what was quickly sounding impossible. He rose from the table, as he grasped his chips he tossed a few to the dealer for a tip. He cashed in his tips, and then took a seat at the bar. He pulled another Seaking Cigar from his coat, and ordered 2 shots of whiskey. He lined up the shots, taking a long drag of his cigar. He then grasped the first shot and downed it, then the second. The bartender a fair looking brunette eyed him, “Didn't waste your life savings or anything did you?” Daemon took a light drag on his cigar, he smiled. “Nope.” She looked at him skeptically, “You look like 3 of your closest friends just died.” Daemon chuckled, and realized he was thinking too hard. He loved being a marine, not having to worry if your friends will stab you in the back, or your superiors might kill you off for knowing too much. He'd do this because this was his duty, He smiled at the bartender leaning on the bar. “One for me, and one for you?” She smiled back grabbing the whiskey and preparing one shot for each of them. Raising his glass he shook his head, “What’s the saying, above and beyond the call of duty? Let’s drink to that.” The bartender shrugged and tapped her glass against his. “The call of duty.” She replied and they both tipped it back. |
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| Hideo | Apr 10 2011, 02:31 PM Post #2 | |||||||||
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Now a banana man
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The Soggy Hat, a rather low class bar on Loguetown where all kinds of illegal junk was bound to go down behind closed doors. One would think that with the strong marine presence around and the base stationed here that such things would be under control. Well, that was just it, people believed everything was fine and that they were safe, always ignorant of what was going on around them in the shadows. Ignorance really was bliss right about now on Loguetown. Of course, none of this prevented them from having a good time in a place such as this, enjoy a good game and some drinks with old friends or buddies from work. All in all, a long day of stress was easily tossed away by the carefree nature that this place inspired in those that stopped inside. Normally a place such as this had an age limit of 21 or older, but for one particular person there was an exception in place. As they entered pink pigtails could be seen bouncing up and down with each step. The person's figure could be no more than four feet tall and there was a bit of spring and hop into each step. They were dressed in all black along with a fedora tipped forward which concealed the face better than it normally would have thanks to the dark atmosphere. In one hand was a tiny suitcase while in the other was one that seemed like it was guitar shaped. No one really seemed to pay any mind to this odd person stepping up on to stage and taking a seat at the stool prepared. The little jazz ensemble that had been there before had already departed and made way for the next musical act. The spot light now focused solely on the stool as the midget went ahead and revealed a pink guitar covered in stickers and shining with a strange metallic gleam. Now tipping the hat up a bit the bar's patrons would be able to see the face of a child. This was none other than Marilyn Adele, the newly appointed Marine who had been moved to Loguetown in East Blue after her recent escapades. The all black and white tuxedo wasn't her usual sort of thing, but she figured it went nicely with the role she would be playing in the bar tonight as the entertainment for about fifteen minutes or so. She had seen plenty of movies and television shows that featured the cool jazz musician entering the bar and playing some sick jams. There were guys like Charles Ray and Stevie the Wonder that served as a point for her to mimic at this moment. "Whoops, almost forgot." She said to herself while pulling out a pair of shades and flicking them on over her eyes. The costume was not complete without this. She prided herself in being the greatest female roleplayer around and there was no way she could be caught making simple slip ups like that. Her trusty guitar, Corona, was tuned and ready to go and eyes were now on her. This was the moment that performers lived for and she would be sure to aim to please. As her frail little fingers began to strum away at the strings the people in the bar began to nod and tap their feet to the steady jam. She definitely wasn't the best marine around, but her musical talent was astounding for a child of her age. Of course, this wasn't her true purpose for being at the Soggy Hat this particular night. There was actual business to be handled for the marines. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jul 12 2011, 05:33 PM Post #3 | |||||||||
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Dairy 4 T4
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Edited by Singularity, Jul 14 2011, 09:40 AM.
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