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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 20 2011, 02:17 PM (796 Views) | |
| Helio | Apr 20 2011, 02:17 PM Post #1 |
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Picturesque, that’s all it was. A day unlike any other, a day summer would truly be glad to claim as its own. The world seemed to have a golden hue, bleached by the ever-present sun. Not a cloud in the sky. And on a day like this, everyone went to the beach. Even those that couldn’t enjoy the water - like Yvan. Never having enough time to himself to tan really took its toll on the ghostly pale young pirate. An up-and-comer in the world of piracy, though he hadn’t done anything expressly interesting or note-worthy as of late. But, how could he!? Those of pale complexion didn’t go far in a world so obsessed with looks, and thus, Yvan bore all to the mercy of the sky. Bare arms, bare legs, bare feet, bare back, bare chest. Not a shred of clothing in sight, sans the tight pink swimming trunks with little white hearts up the sides. It was obvious that he was toned, to some extent – a dancer, definitely. His eyes obscured by a pair of make-shift sunglasses, with a large, pink, horn-rimmed frame smothered with copious amounts of silver glitter. Yvan pursed his lips, treading carefully along the beach. He made sure to keep himself away from the water, but close enough so that he didn’t look like some sort of hydrophobe. Friendly as ever, Yvan turned every now and then, nodding to a young woman playing volley ball, and group of guys that had set up a makeshift barbecue, a mother in the process of being buried by her annoyingly exuberant kids. Sand shifted as Yvan’s padded along, taking in the sites, looking for a place to set up camp for the lengthy sun tanning process. A day of relaxation. A day when he didn’t need to worry about becoming so well known that May might one day find him, and sweep him up in her arms, and offer another of her trademark inhumanly strong hugs. Kicking up a bit of sand, he gently placed his hands on his hips, scratching a non-existent itch on his side, absently meandering. That was when he spied something – or rather someone - that would ruin his plans. Stopping just short of his target, his eyes wide and jaw hanging limply; Like a starstruck child, though this certainly wasn’t the type of celebrity you’d want a child to meet. Yvan stammered for a moment, his eyes glancing around. A pair of girls in bikinis walked past, smiling and giggling, just inches from him. Inches from the man before him. Yvan was dumbstruck – was this fate? Was it his lucky day? If he could defeat this man, this powerful, powerful man, then he’d surely gain some renown – be it among the marines or pirates, everyone would know of him – know of the Okamafly of the North and his quest to find his long-lost sister! “Y-you’re... The Dark-Hunter... Hastings!” |
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Yvan Toldoro • No Crew • Navigator; Entertainer, Scientist, Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island. Kimberly "Kimmi" Friedmann • Ensign • Navigator; Carpenter • No Crew • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Loguetown. | |
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| Darkhunter | Apr 20 2011, 10:02 PM Post #2 |
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Hearing his name Leander turned, it seemed lately that everyone instantly knew him probably due to the fact that he was a logia now which were a rare and elite breed. That stigma or notoriety as well as being a moderately famous pirate for the blues seemed to never leave him even on a vacation to the beach. Leander was tall of a lean muscular build, every muscle clearly defined over his body though not dramatically large. Leander worked out specifically with this in mind as he hated huge bulk muscle on people. Bulk muscle was ugly and served no purpose but to slow you down as well as made you a bigger target. "Yes. I am Leander 'Dark-Hunter' Hastings. Kinda odd I bet to see me walking around in the sun I presume. Now who are you and what do you want?" The pirate captain was rather impatient to get to the beach volleyball game he had been invited to by his navigator and didn't want to be pestered. He had even dressed bare besides black swim trunks with little silver skulls going up the side of his legs in the spirit of a beach vacation as well as dark sunglasses which completely hid his eyes beneath. Even when in a fun and bright setting Leander still kept up with his dark and powerful persona. Hopefully this man wouldn't attempt a fight, Leander even unarmed was a explosive and deadly opponent with little patience. |
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| Helio | Apr 21 2011, 01:10 AM Post #3 |
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He was... imposing, to say the least. Yvan didn't think twice about his response, though he likely should have. Something about seeing a pretty damn famous pirate wandering around in swimming trunks and sunglasses just struck a funny chord with him. He couldn't help but snicker momentarily, before composing himself and striking a pose, facing the man with one arm pointed dramatically at him, with his legs spread and his head up, chin sharp and chest puffed out. "I am Yvan Toldoro, the mighty Okamafly of the North!" he stopped for a moment, listening to all the imaginary oohs and ahhs, before smiling smugly and continuing "Most glorious of all men, most fashionable and must wondrous!" again, he paused, this time shaking his hair lightly while continuing to grin. He readjusted his position slightly, as the sand had shifted and he'd ended up close to doing the splits. Bringing his legs back into a human spread, he brought his other arm up, now pointing at the man with both. "And today, I will defeat you!" With this, Yvan started to run towards the much more experienced pirate, arms flailing wildly and screeching out a decidedly gay warcry. He thrust his arms forward, hoping to deliver a cunning double palm smash to the man's chest. Of course, Yvan had heard this man was a Logia, but had no clue what that entailed. He knew of Zoans, but nothing of the Logia and Paramecia. Perhaps this would be a valuable learning experience for the young dancer. He knew the Dark-Hunter best for his prison escapes and his hand in the marine deaths a while back. And if he defeated such a strong pirate, with this many witnesses, he'd surely become so much more renowned! Edited by Helio, Apr 21 2011, 01:12 AM.
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Yvan Toldoro • No Crew • Navigator; Entertainer, Scientist, Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island. Kimberly "Kimmi" Friedmann • Ensign • Navigator; Carpenter • No Crew • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Loguetown. | |
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| Darkhunter | Apr 22 2011, 01:16 PM Post #4 |
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"Okamafly what is that? Is sounds like a traveling hobo or a type of drink. Ah okay so you're a gay male model, I get it now." Leander strolled on with every new word the peculiar man came out and said. He'd never met a Okama before, surely they weren't all as dramatic and overly superflous as this one was. Already he was annoyed by the man and began to walk off even as the Okama announced his defeat. It would be a sad day in hell before a fool such as this would harm him, Leander had too much pride to allow such a grievance. Leander walked for,hoping to casually pass by the extravagant okamafly person. He still wasn't sure what a Okamafly was exactly but already he didn't like them much. "Okay have fun with that i'm heading over to play some volleyball." Suddenly for little reasoning the strange little man had decided to charge ahead with the most femine attack and war cry he'd ever seen a man perform. Lifting one eyebrow to the act in amazement beneath his dark sunglasses he calmly cross his arms and hopped over the jester, Landing directly behind the man who'd only seconds ago just attacked the open air. "You really are a sad sad strange little man. Give it up, you're too slow and too much of a woman to stand a chance." Slowly Leander turned around to face his newest opponent, grinning devilshly. His mind reeling to the most sinister of ideas. "If you want I can give you what it seems you already wish. I'll make you into real woman." However much like making a deal with the devil it was in the details which damned you. Leander figured any man who acted so femine must want to be a woman. There was a way that Leander knew of how to do this though no one born of the male gender would ever voluntarily ask to have their manhood completely destroyed by blunt trauma. |
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| Helio | Apr 22 2011, 02:19 PM Post #5 |
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As Leander hopped over him, Yvan outwardly gasped. He continued moving, having put all of his weight into his thrust, and felt himself begin to topple over. He landed heavily in the sand, slamming his face against the area Leander had just been standing. He was a little flabbergasted, his arms now crushed up against his chest, the sand having not been quite as soft as he assumed. He heard Leander talk, and as he did, he groaned and pushed himself up and over, now lying on his back, legs sprawled out and arms pushing into the air, trying to re-straighten them. "I... I am the Okamafly... an Okama of great knowledge and physical prowess" Yvan tried to keep up his intimidating act, although being jumped over was quite humiliating for any martial artist. "You cannot defeat me..." it was then that Yvan heard the man speaking of genders and the suchlike. Suddenly regaining his confidence, Yvan sat up, keeping his legs splayed and leaning back on his arms. He felt it was time to preach the truth of Okama, and so he would! "Okama can be man or woman at any time! Gender has no bearing on the Okama! I welcome any challenge to my ability to cross the divide of genders, and assume the form I wish!" He had a roundabout way of saying it, but basically Yvan was saying ~I highly doubt what you've got planned is anything that would shock me~. He grinned smugly, staring up at the man. He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as he looked up at the, now seemingly extremely tall, man. The sense that he could be stepped on at any moment - ironic given the butterfly, a bug often stepped on, was his namesake. Still, Yvan had never listened to foreboding at any point before, so why start now? "Now, surrender to me and my fabulousness before I have to get serious, and hurt you!" He really didn't grasp the situation he was in... |
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Yvan Toldoro • No Crew • Navigator; Entertainer, Scientist, Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island. Kimberly "Kimmi" Friedmann • Ensign • Navigator; Carpenter • No Crew • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Loguetown. | |
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| Darkhunter | Apr 23 2011, 12:41 AM Post #6 |
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"Leander laughed loudly at the man's words, well then come at me. Allow me to aid your journey in crossing." Grinning he readied himself his muscles working reflexively both tightening to gain their alertness and then loosening to make his movements fluid again. "... or better yet i'll come at you." Leander struck the sand with his foot at a angle with great strength causing a 6 foot high wave of sand to head toward the okama quickly. Although it wouldn't much if any damage at all the sand was meant to obscure Yvan's vision perhaps even for awhile if sand had gotten into his eyes. Leander rushed forward following directly behind the wave. Once reaching Yvan Leander would lift his knee up to strike at where Yvan's private region had been when he'd last been able to see the Okama.
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| Helio | Apr 23 2011, 02:37 AM Post #7 |
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"Crazy laughter is NEVER a good sign - I knew this guy once--" Yvan was caught off guard by a sudden wave of sand flying towards him. He didn't see Leander kick it, so initially a bunch of thoughts flew through his head: ~Tsunami!? No, that's water... maybe it's a land shark? Are they real? Maybe the gods of fashion are finally seeking vengeance on me for wearing socks with sandals that one time when I was six...~ Nevertheless, Yvan stood up to try and avoid the wave, having still been lying on the floor moments earlier. With sand everywhere, Yvan couldn't help but get a little miffed. But he had a good way of avoiding any attacks in the makeshift smokescreen. A rush of power flowed into him as he transformed as quickly as he could, jumping up as he did so. Wings shot out of his shoulders as he was propelled high into the air, above the smokescreen, and fluttered there for a moment. He watched Leander disturb the smokescreen by rushing in with a hard knee. "Ohhhh, such dirty tactics! What a naughty boy you are! No sequins for you!" as the sand dissipated, he looked down on Leander. He moved and gently fluttered to the ground a few feet away from him. He transformed back to normal, and now, he was ready. "Well, since I know what dirty tactics you like to use, mr sandy kicks, I WILL come at you!" Yvan spun quickly, standing now in front of Leander, and brought his leg up as high as he could (which was almost inhumanly high, given his dancing skills, before attempting to swiftly bring his foot down onto the top of Leander's head. |
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Yvan Toldoro • No Crew • Navigator; Entertainer, Scientist, Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island. Kimberly "Kimmi" Friedmann • Ensign • Navigator; Carpenter • No Crew • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Loguetown. | |
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| Darkhunter | Apr 23 2011, 03:10 PM Post #8 |
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"hahahaha!" Leander roared with laughter seeing that the fool had evaded his assault by turning into a butterfly. Leander wasn't one to laugh much but the situation was too funny, it spoke volumns about Yvan that he had probably subconciously or maybe even by choice eaten the one fruit which would make him more feminine a butterfly. "All is fair in love and war butterfly bitch." he commented as the butterfly man charged at him lifting his leg so wide that he presented a easy target in one particular area. How foolish a move to perform after knowing that Dark played dirty tactics. In his mind came a conversation him and Vanille had had about fighting. It had been quite as silly then as it had been now. His navigator instead of stating that she was thinking of learning hand to hand combat had said head to head combat. It was a error that had resulted in Ryoto and Leander teasing her the entire day. It was funny it should come back now as the mock attack he had made fun of her with was head butting Ryoto. However at this moment Leander was not aiming for Yven's head but instead his baby maker. Lifting off the ground in a explosion of smoke as his lower body turned into a smokey exhaust he blasted up at his maximum speed toward Yvan, his head tucked inward instinctively bracing for the impact. He imagined he was much to fast for Yvan to be able to strike him with that kick which seemed to move in slow motion to him though he was ready to turn into smoke at a moment's notice if necessary. |
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| Helio | Jun 26 2011, 01:11 PM Post #9 |
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"Shit!" yelped Yvan, in all his flamboyant glory. With nothing but the skimpy speedo saving his voice from soprano land, once he figured out the aim of Leander's rush, he knew he couldn't let it hit. But the arc of his kick wouldn't complete before Leander reached him, the damnable smokeman. "Having to break this out more than once, I don't believe it!" - the last words spoke as Yvan, still with his leg high above his head, suddenly and quite sickeningly compacted into a tiny point. Bones, organs, all of it suddenly squashed together. He shrunk with such speed, it was surprising even to Yvan himself. As Leander whizzed past Yvan, he was buffeted by the wind. Yvan, now in his full butterfly form, fought to stay in place but was pulled back by the wind. To avoid being too close to Leander, he quickly returned to his original form. He fell hard on his back lying face up in the sand with his arms and legs sprawled about. A dangerous position, but he was winded, so what could he do? "D-damn... you... don't... don't do it..." Yvan panted, staring at Leander with pleading eyes, as if begging him not to do what Yvan feared he would do. |
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| Darkhunter | Jul 3 2011, 11:01 PM Post #10 |
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Making a complete U turn Leander whipped around back to where Yvan laid on the ground. Smirking Leander realized just how inferior this pirate was to him, it could be fun to torture him for awhile as his play thing. "Oh... you mean this?" He asked grinning before stomping down with only the minimal force he could on Yvan's leg, enough to seriously harm him but not snap the bone given how little stamina the man appeared to have as he already seemed to appear tired. "Or was it this? Sorry i'm just so clumsy" Leander laughed loudly as he then proceeded to lash out with another kick, this time toward Yvan's testicular region.
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| Helio | Jul 4 2011, 04:45 AM Post #11 |
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Yvan yelled out as Leander's foot impacted against his leg. He felt his muscles squash down and his shinbone come dangerously close to snapping. A foot-shaped bruise started to appear almost immediately. Yvan thrust his body back, sliding a bit on the uneven sandy ground, but not putting any real distance between himself and the Pirate Captain. He was only focused on the searing pain in his leg. While he had caught his breath now, walking would be borderline impossible, let alone any fighting that involved standing up. "Damn... if only I could fight long-range..." however, Yvan's thoughts were interrupted by the foot smashing into his manhood. It sent a shiver up his spine as he watched Leander's foot plough into his most precious of precious bits. "Fah!" he yelled out, before grunting incoherently. The pain shot through his body, and he was compelled to try and curl up in a ball - but with his leg borderline useless he could only sit up and hunch over, his hands gripping his speedo's front. "That... with that nasty thing..." Yvan looked up, glaring at Leander's foot, his eyes filled with both disgust and hate. It was obvious that Yvan, a lover of beauty, cleanliness and perfume, was not that fond of the idea of Leander's foot touching him, at all. Least of all in that area. "I... I still have to fight..." Yvan muttered to himself. He took the non-injured leg and tried to sweep Leander's legs out from under him. "I can still win this!" |
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| Darkhunter | Jul 26 2011, 10:14 PM Post #12 |
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Leander laughed evily as the freak's foot swiped through his leg's striking nothing but white smoke as the reformed back into his legs. "You really are as dumb as you look and you're one to talk, your feet are pretty awful looking." Smiling wickedly he turned to smoke moving through the okama to reform back solid pinning the man's foot to the ground middle swing with his own. "Allow me to fix that foot problem of yours..." Suddenly with a sickening grin he stomped down with his full force upon the ankle of Yvan possibly crushing all the small bones there. |
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| Helio | Aug 22 2011, 06:37 PM Post #13 |
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Helio could do nothing but watch in horror as Leander's foot can crashing down on his ankle - the smoke man's baresole landed with a slap, and then a sickening crunch. Yvan could feel all the bones in his ankle splintering, rendering it useless and sending massive shots of pain through his body. "Gah!" he screamed, both his legs now useless, unable to stand. He couldn't run if he wanted to. "Y-you bastard..." Yvan looked up defiantly at Leander, trying his hardest to judge the man's next move. He pulled himself up onto his elbows, still laying on his back with Leander in front of him. He tried to pull his legs in to his body, but the first leg hit was still limp and the other was in too much pain for Yvan to move it. "You're no real man... you're just a vindictive animal..." |
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| Darkhunter | Aug 29 2011, 11:37 AM Post #14 |
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"Ah... is that what you think? Well you're not much of a man either without any balls." With sudden force the speed of which caused his leg to blur to the average eyes Leander leg lifted up and then shot down immediately, the foot grinding down with stone crushing force toward Yvan's testicles. It seemed impossible to him that the pathetic okama had any hope of escape, especially given how inferior the other was to him physically. It was sad how little effort he needed to put out at all to swat this insect that dared to annoy him. |
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| Helio | Aug 30 2011, 08:43 AM Post #15 |
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"N-NOOO!" Time seemed to slow down as Yvan watched the sole of Leander's foot smash into his privates. The sole looked deceptively soft, but as Yvan watched helplessly, he also felt his manhood being pulverized. He retched and his body convulsed, waves of pain radiating into and setting up tents in his gut. The force was amazing, but miraculously the precious orbs managed to maintain their shape. Yvan's arms shot out to the side and grasped uselessly at the surrounding sand, his eyes filling with water as he stared into Leander's eyes, nothing but pure contempt emanating from them. "Y-You..." he couldn't even finish his sentence. He gargled out some random words, but kept his watering eyes locked semi-definatly with Leander's. |
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Yvan Toldoro • No Crew • Navigator; Entertainer, Scientist, Martial Artist • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island. Kimberly "Kimmi" Friedmann • Ensign • Navigator; Carpenter • No Crew • Commendations: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 50,000 • Location: Loguetown. | |
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