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| Rusting of an Artist's Tools; Part 1 of the Rust Pit Island Arc | |
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| Drifter | Jun 9 2011, 08:59 PM Post #1 |
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Hail Hydrift
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Since they had left Salt Island, the Artisans have had a bit of rough waters surrounding their ship. And not just a storm that they had hit a few days earlier. Two of their crew members, their chef Rose and their doctor Saphira, had decided they were not cut out for the life that the Artisans were leaving, and so with Allen’s permission they left. He allowed them to go, not only because they would’ve probably left anyways, but because Allen wasn’t going to force them to stay if they didn’t want to. He wasn’t some jerk who would try to force them to do whatever he wanted anyways. With him and Nemo working together using some of the spare wood they had, they crafted them a lifeboat that would get them to the next island safely and they set off, leaving the crew without someone who could make good food for them and without someone who could heal their injuries. Luckily they had left after everyone was mostly healed from their battles on Salt Island, so they didn’t leave without giving them knowledge as to how to heal the rest of their battle wounds. The prisoner that they had taken after Salt Island, who Allen later learned was named Stache, was quite a wily one. He would almost always get out of his rope ties that they would put him in, and it would be a time where everyone would have their backs turned as well. The man’s speed was extraordinary as well, being a blur just to get away and hide from the crew just to cause havoc. Well, not havoc per say since he didn’t really cause any harm to the ship or its crew members, but Allen would often find himself spending needless time just hunting down the fast man on his ship, over and over and over again. For the past day or two, Fran had been certain that they were reaching a new island, and Allen was thankful for that. They were in need of more supplies that they could pick up, and they would be rid of Stache as well, hopefully for good. They just needed to shoo him off their boat first, then they could continue on their journey hopefully without more problems like the last island. Earlier that morning Allen had gotten up, making himself a quick breakfast before he put on his jacket and went out to the ship’s wheel, taking over on steering it for a while. He was going to give his crew a break today, since he hadn’t steered the ship for a few days. Fran had told him the way to keep sailing the day before, and now he was just going to keep going the way he was told to. The sun rose on him, and was making its way to just straight above the ship for midway, when Allen spotted something in the distance. Unlike the last island, which was completely white, this one seemed to have a different flare to it. It looked… Completely brown in nature. Like someone had taken all of the other colors that no one wanted and mixed them all together to create the brown-ish color Allen was seeing from a distance. Even with his slightly broken sunglasses he could tell that it wasn’t going to be a normal island, much as the last island was made of salt, he assumed that most of the islands they would meet would be different materials making them up. Mainly keeping his focus on keeping the ship going the direction they wanted it to, he felt the minutes tick away as the ship gained speed in heading to the island. As it started getting closer, Allen scanned more and more of the shoreline to see where the docks were located it, and quickly he was able to find an open area in one and steered towards there. Although there weren’t many boats around the area, the numbers of spots for ships to park at were also limited in nature for some strange reason, as if they didn't expect many ships to be reporting to the island as often. Regardless of that fact, Allen was able to find a good spot to dock their ship at as the ship to stop at as he quickly dashed from the wheel to the anchor, throwing it overboard of the ship as it stopped them just in time from colliding with the rest of the docks that were in front of them. As he quickly got a thought from leaving their last island, he hoped that he wouldn’t have to help destroy the docks as they would be leaving the island this time. Giving himself a small dark chuckle at that one, he quickly moved around to finish up the other parts of getting the ship fully secure to the docks, including tying it with a rope to the dock as well as bringing down the sails so a good wind wouldn’t mess them up too much. With that all done, Allen looked around more at the island from the view that their wooden craft gave them and it seemed that the color that he had seen from a distance had indeed been correct. The island, and some of the closer buildings were red colored but still held some of the same looks as some of the more browner parts of the island. ”I’m going to need an explanation of what this island is,” Allen muttered to himself, first taking a few steps to the door of the kitchen in order to find something small to eat before they went looking for things to do on the island. After spending a few minutes, he had himself a small sandwich in which he munched on himself, as he went back out on deck, as if expecting the prisoner of theirs to come running out and onto the island in front of them. |
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| Nary | Jun 11 2011, 07:22 AM Post #2 |
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Artsy Lurker
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Things have gone rather normal for the past few days out at sea, as normal as any Artisan day that is. Plagued with a couple of storms together with Stache’s disappearing acts had been almost tedious for Fran, Allen and Nemo, all three took turns to look for the lithe high flyer from time to time, hunting him down whenever he got out of his ropes. And the fact that both Rose and Sapphira left the ship didn’t help either as the crew had lost its chef and its doctor. Although Fran was truly sad to see them go, he couldn’t force them to stay put, especially when he knew that it would only get more difficult the further they went down Grand line, so he manned-up and said his goodbye to the two as they drifted away in a small boat. Between plotting the course to the next island, exchanging cooking shifts and looking for Stache, Fran still somehow managed to squeeze the time to practice on his mechanical arm. Though having a steel arm in place of his old one was surely a very surreal experience, it does have its moments where the navigator found it to be really useful. While keeping himself inside his room, Fran practiced shooting his fist on cans to control both his aim and control. Through repetition, he managed to get the hang of it after puncturing holes through his room’s wall a dozen times. While Allen was off chasing Stache, Fran as the opportunist that he is took the chance to sneak a few slabs of wood left from building Rose and Sapphira’s boat and a toolbox into his room so that he could patch the holes. Of course he did a very sloppy job at carpentry making his room feel very weird and ugly, but as long as the holes were patched up and water didn’t seep through, he didn’t really care for aesthetic beauty. Fran shot out of his bed falling down the floor face first, he got the rest of his body down before sitting up, resting his back on his bed’s side. Cold sweat decorated the vast majority of his face, down to his chest. He lurched for the round alarm clock by his bedside table. ‘Six-fifty, almost seven in the morning… man, I have to stop eating those half-cooked slices of meat dipped in mustard sauce, I keep having horrible nightmares.' Lately, the afro haired navigator of the Artisans have been having repeat nightmares about his old captain, Starwbeard, blasting a huge cannon through his body and leaving him for dead. Upon getting on his feet, Fran walked up to his closet where he stashed his pink clothing along with a multitude of other things. The cabinet was quite small; some two feet wide and six feet tall segregated into three layers, the bottom being where Fran keeps some of his tools and the rest were for storing his clothes. Nailed to the back side of the door was a hook which he used to hang his belt, on its buckle is the jolly roger of the Strawbeard Pirates. Fran got dressed quickly and sloppily, leaving his shirt untucked and his sash loosely tied. His room was basically right next to the kitchen so it only took two to three full steps to get into the other room, but he stopped as he noticed that they were already dock on shore. There was a sudden explosion of rich earthly colors hinted by shades of red; a somewhat large leap from Salt Island’s pure white harbor. Walking into the kitchen, the first thing Fran saw was Allen, still wearing those broken pair of shades, fixing himself something to eat. “You’re still wearing that junk? I suppose you really didn’t have time to get a new one back in Salt island, but maybe you should stock up on a few more shades just in case.” Fran chuckled at his own joke as he marched up the fridge taking the last bottle of milk off the refrigerator’s door pocket. |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55 Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51 Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33 | |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Jun 15 2011, 12:58 AM Post #3 |
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The sun was rising over the ocean’s surface and Nemo was swimming around in the water working on his speed and endurance. He was trying to hold his breath as long as he could in the chilly night cooled water, and swimming at top speed after some of the fish enjoying every minute. While he swimming around he admired all of the fish he could see around him, even the larger ones the size of islands swimming past. when the sun broke the surface, Nemo noticed the light shining and moving like auroras threw the water of the waves. he quickly stopped in his tracks and looked up at the beautiful metallic luster of the under surface of the water, the colors of the sunrise danced in the ripples. He just floats there watching when he finally went back to the surface for air. Breaking the surface, Nemo looks up to the boat, noticing Allen at the wheel and Stache tied to the mast with nobody else around not even Bya. Nemo smiles saying “This feels so good. Nothing better then a nice morning swim.” he then dives back under the waves. Spotting a nice large school of fish, the largest of which he could see only around 2 feet long. he quickly smiles, as he thinks how nice a fish breakfast would be today, when he swim’s into the school. Darting in he quickly grabs and kills about 8 of the largest of them before the school broke up to too much of a degree. Smiling at how nice this catch is, he quickly heads back to ship not wanting to test the full deterrent value of the flippers. Climbing the salty rope ladder back up to the deck. Nemo looks around seeing that Stache was still tied securely to the mast. Nemo placed the fish down on the deck, took his fins off, and shook his head while he thought about all the times he had to track that nut job across and threw the ship. It was fairly easy for him with his knowledge of every inch of this ship and Bya’s nose, it was just annoying with the frequency of it. He then gathers the fish in one arm and fins in the other and walks over to the captured man. looking at the man and over the ropes making sure they were all still secure. Nemo said “Now stay put and behave yourself, and I’ll cook you up one of these fish and bring it out hear for you.” Nemo then walks into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Nemo whistled down the stairs a bit just loud enough to wake up Bya and call him up for breakfast. He then places the fish on the counter next to the stove grabbing up two of them and putting them in Bya’s food dish. Joking quietly to himself saying “if Bya gets any more spoiled he might start wanting his breakfast in bed.” then turned around grabbing a knife and proceeded to clean the fish up. Then grabbed one of the larger pans and placed it on the burner, tossing a couple of fish into the pan to fry them up then frying up the rest of them two at a time. He then heard Allen walking into the room Nemo looked back laughing and said. “Ya captain, Ill say this much, we ever go back to salt island, I’m not going to ever wrestle with those iron porcupines ever again those quills do to much damage to the body.” Nemo just laughs as he puts the fish on to a plate each, just in time as Fran walked out of his room. Nemo just placed the plates on the table, just in time to see Bya walking up the stairs and over to his dish eating the fish in it. Nemo looked over to Fran who was getting in the fridge at this point and said. “Hay buddy if you want it you can have one of the fish there on the table. If not I’ll take it out to Stache.” Nemo sat down at the table with two of the plates of cooked fish in front of him, and asked Allen, who by this time was finishing off his sandwich, “Do you want one of the fish as well?” Then laughed as he looks over to Fran and Allen and says “You know I am going to have to learn to fight with a weapon. This no weapon fighting is killing me. my kicks may pack a wallop but I think I really am going to need more.” Nemo just smiles and shakes his head as he finishes up the one fish and gets up a bit after Allen left. He grabbs the second plate taking it out of the kitchen to Stache and said “Ok since your still there, here you go a nice fish breakfast.” placing the plate on his lap nemo walked around and freed up Stache’s hands so he could eat. And secured the ropes back up. Looking over to Allen and the metallic orange’ish red land, Nemo just shook his head as he asks “Please tell me everyone has had there tetanus shots recently?” then looked back over to Allen and said “well I guess its time to get our supplies from here as fast as we can, and not get recognized. Am I right?” looking out to the land Nemo just laughed as he turned around tilting his head back into his hands looking at the sky and walked into the kitchen grabbed his flippers and proceeded down stairs leaving Bya to finish up the fish. Nemo went into his room and dropped off the flippers and grabbed the fiddle put on his sandals and a small bag of beli and headed back up to the deck to see just what Allen had in mind. |
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| Versesai | Jun 15 2011, 04:17 AM Post #4 |
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Cipher Pol 0 Leader
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After Salt Island, Galles had pretty much died on board the ship. Not literally, but once the rush of adrenaline wore off and he was off his combat high, he pretty much fell into the routine situation of passing the hell out in bed. While they were building Rose and Sapphira's boat, Galles was recovering and he was barely out of bed by the time they saw the two off. He had waved and smiled, wished them well, but immediately after they were out of view of the Maple Orcher he had leaned over the railing and passed out like a dead man. His recovery was aided mightily by supplies left by their departing doctor and for once, he recovered without massive scars and bandages that required him to roll around on deck to actually move around. For once, Galles hadn't been the first one awake in the morning though, his exhaustion worse than most of his injuries. He'd given his body one hell of a push keeping up with Bloodfarce and his body repaid it in kind to the point even getting out of bed was a risky and often fever-inducing prospect. Once he'd recovered though, he'd actually felt better than ever. His energy peaked at a level that was actually surprising, considering the sniper's usual level of exertion was pretty low...Then again, compared to most people, his newfound energy for tasks that didn't require his gun would have only been about average. Most days at sea he did his part securing the rigging and making sure the boat was fixed. Slow days he still lounged about, careful to avoid capsizing into the water on rocking waves or other manners of 'fly off the boat'itis. In the Grand Line though, the slow days were minimal at best. His recovery sped along, he had rejoined most of the crew in record time for leaving an island in some pieces. Since Salt Island, even after his recover, he'd more or less not seen a lot of Clover. He had attempted to talk to her once or twice but something had interrupted, like Stache or Fran chasing Stache, or Allen chasing Stache...For the most part, Galles didn't really care about him all that much. Usually he was the only one who left Stache to do his thing, though when he was near vulnerable areas of the ship he certainly wasn't welcoming...The last time Stache had tried to go near the wheel of the ship when Galles was on duty, the marksman had unloaded two shots into the wood near the speedy bastard's head. Which might have been why he was on wheel duty more often than not most days now. Everyone else was chasing Stache down or couldn't keep up with him. Out of all of them, he would think Boss would have the easiest time keeping track of the man; But that would also risk her just knocking the man out with her weapon and as hilariously karmatic as they would have been, Fran had at least some concern for the man's welfare. This morning, Galles was one of the first up as usual. He rolled out of bed with his hair loose around his head making it hard to see and ended up pulling onto a sitting position quickly, groaning as he felt some things snap and pop. In the corner was a small crate Galles had been using to store his equipment, padlocked and nailed to the floor with Stache's ass around and the key was hanging around the trigger guard of one of Galles' pistols, which was sitting under his pillow. Honestly, he didn't mind the guy, but he also didn't trust him. Being trapped on a boat like this, he got over any dislike he might've had of the man's personality quickly, but that didn't mean he'd let him near his weapons or gear and not break the man's damned arm so quick it'd spin like it was on a swivel. His head clear and his body no longer sounding like it was made of rusted metal Galles leaned over and reached under his bed, grasping the neck of one of the ten or so rum bottles within reach under there and he popped the cork, took a deep drink that quenched his thirst and then corked the bottle again as he wiped his lip off with the back of his hand. The little crisis of faith he'd had with his drinking and the Grand Line had ebbed after their first encounter on the islands here...While he didn't think being a stupor-dancing drunk would help his crew, he knew that denying it altogether was just going to make each drink more tempting. That said however there was still the half drunk bottle of Legendary Rum sitting on a shelf, untouched by him since the last time he'd drunk it. It was good and he thanked Fran for it, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to slip into -that- deep of a coma ever again. Getting dressed was a matter of standing up and moving over to the corner of the room that housed his few pieces of furniture; A few old crates and a small table. Opening one of the crates that served as a seat for the table, he pulled free a few pieces of his clothing and got to work dressing, which didn't exactly take more than a few minutes even when he unlocked the padlock on the larger crate and fished out his gear. When he emerged from his room, he was dressed somewhat respectably. For Galles anyway. He still had his blanket-cloak over his shoulders and the obscenely heavy belt he wore was no better with the addition of his second sword, Sicuro. Stepping through the various rooms of the Orcher, he wasn't surprised at the number of doors open, merely curious when he passed empty rooms on his way to the deck. When he stepped into the kitchen and found people awake though, he realized that the boat was still. Not like sailing on the ocean current still, but docked someplace solid still. His instincts as a sailor pretty much filled in the rest and he realized they were at land. Probably someplace not openly inhabited well, considering the crew was stocking up on food...Allen was eating something thrown together, Nemo was preparing fish which Galles certainly appreciated. He'd been living off rum and what he managed to scrape together edibly...He'd tried cooking once their chef had disembarked and it had been, as you say, an utter failure. Burnt eggs and a pile of ash that was once toast had formed because of his efforts, providing only the fish in their wake any edibility and probably not even that. "Morning. We docked?" he asked Nemo and Allen as he stepped over to the plate of fish, grabbing one and pretty much free eating it as he walked over to the ice chest, fishing around for something to add to the fish to form the bare minimums of a meal...And then groaning as he realized they were down to hard tack and the very small amounts of frozen things that he had no idea how to rightly prepare. Bites were taken out of the fish in short order and before long, he was throwing the inedible bits into the trash pail while looking to Allen. "I hope so. Soon we'll be flipping a coin to see who shoots Stache and eats him...Maybe someplace on land will have a nice juicy meal and a good glass to go with it. Thanks Nemo, by the way." |
Ovae Sevault Dachrinne • Doctor/Weapon Specialist • This Man's A Doctor • 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 77 • Beli: 16,700,000 • Location: God Only Knows. These Other Inactives
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| ♠ Shamma | Jun 15 2011, 06:31 AM Post #5 |
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((Clover has yet to upgrade her cybernetic parts, so just the legs as normal cyborg for now.)) She could hear them. The earliest of birds to wake but not the first to leave the nest, the reclusive female had risen from bed an hour before they docked and only moved a few meters across the room to sit at her desk. Since Salt Island, the Sniper had returned to slumbering fully garbed beneath bundles of blankets to maintain her secrecy; even opting to wear the iron helmet when attempting to slumber as a precaution. All those layers contributed to a considerable amount of warmth, though never was she uncomfortable or overly hot under the pile; perhaps her cold hearted nature denied such petty weaknesses. They were having breakfast. Salt Island had been a revelation for her, a day where Galles had both swept her off her feet and given a viable reason for his life to be forfeit. The former was int he literal sense, he had carried her through the air and she had clung to him firmly through the experience. The latter had been born out of weakness, a moment where the female had broken character and been too 'casual'; the azure eyed man had also failed at subtly and revealed his knowledge of her secret. For that he needed to die yet toiled on living, in the room directly next to hers. Clover could not muster the courage to shoot at the point where he lay in the night time; the Orcher was made by their failure Captain and the pest, she had every reason to believe its walls were too thin and easily pierced. They were all so loud. The criminal christened 'Metaleye' by the authorities that sought her had grown tired of mulling over murder though, in part because it was strangely hurtful to think of Galles dead and even more so if she were the murderer. Feelings were complex things that seemed to lack reason or benefit, the fragile happiness that liking her fellow Marksman had presented was so easily shattered on Salt Island. It left her only with a fear to strike because she longed to not know of Galles' deceit, his literal betrayal in her mind by looking beneath the helmet. She could not possibly forgive him but she wanted to. They were all so stupid. It was stupid and weak. Clover needed to be free of her emotions, to be inhuman in order to progress; it had been she who had beaten Sasa Dion, who had prevented the defeat of the crew, who had permitted their mistake. They were not good enough, they were expendable, they were easy beli; she could capture all of them and... the Sniper glanced at the bounty posters lined on the wall. Each Artisan member was present, though these posters had come from the Blues and were quite outdated. Perhaps they were all worth more, undeservedly of course, but she would not argue. With their pay day she could hire a boat, some dependable hands, people that would obey her orders and then she could achieved her goal. Maybe even meet Rebbe again...! Had they docked? The novice at sea had been a quick learner, at least by sensing the movements of the ship. The boat had not rocked in a forward manner for sometime, merely being rolled by lighter waves which could mean one of two things; either they had anchored at sea for a meal or actually found land again. With Fran navigating, out of the open waves was the more probably of the bunch, though these pauses rarely lasted this long. It seemed foolhardy to believe that they had arrived twice in a row at an island just as everyone was waking up; to plan such an incident twice was clearly beyond the mental capacity of the majority of the crew. She waited a little longer in her chair, finished with studying the mass of bounty posted hidden in the deck; she would get more up to date ones on the next island. The prisoner made some remark. She did not know why they kept him around. Had the Sniper not been so reclusive in her room, the likelihood was that Stache would be long dead; her patience being short with people who Fran liked and she did not. The straw-haired man seemed to elude everyone so easily, another confirmation that the Artisans were simply not good enough; every occasion she had ventured up above to retrieve food or take in the sea air, one of the idiot duo of Fran or Allen would be pursuing the captive in vein. They never learned to simply cut off his legs. Or put an arrow in his head. Morons. --- Lin Koop Village is arguably the middle child village, not big enough to be the grandest on the island yet not small enough to offer a tight knit community. Its population fluctuated regularly, having a large port that saw many visitors come and go; often on unsuccessful bartering trips for Rust Pit Islands main export. The red brick houses were at least registered as the tallest on average for the island, a boast that their out of sorts village mayor liked to bring up whenever the council was summoned. Mister Kirdoff often arranged such meetings, everyone on the island knew who was really in charge. And like the middle child, Lin Koop was often neglected for having not at all much to boast beyond its tall buildings. The furthest from the pit and lacking in Red Bird numbers, it was easy for the townsfolk to become the prey of less than scrupulous individuals. Usually these individuals were affiliated to the company money rolling the island, so rarely were their crimes reported; though recent incidents were not liked. People had been going missing in Lin Koop, higher ups of the organisation of the pay roll would not be where they were meant to and end up flayed, often gruesomely, and left to die in rusted alleyways. The authorities had been called, in a hidden cove near the main port, two Marine battleships lay docked, their soldiers keeping watch in the streets. This show of force had been unsuccessful however. As with the higher ups, Marine soldiers had been turning up dead in areas where they should not, increasing the amount of patrols that walked the streets. But to little avail, a hidden menace loomed over Lin Koop and it sought to be rid of outside influence. And all the while, rumours spread; someone was mining into the village depths. --- Footsteps outside, several of them; heavy and in unison. Like boot falling on wood. They had docked. Clover rose from her stool, pausing to see if the others above had also heard the movements outside. It seemed they had not, audibly to her great hearing, they persisted in eating and discussing amongst themselves. Being a pessimist had some benefits, for one she was wary of any potential threats and the clattering an organised march suggested a problem. The Sniper stepped the few paces to her door, already prepared for any situation; she had picked up Quadsong nearly an hour ago after sitting at the desk. She progressed through the short routine of unlocking, opening, closing and locking her door, then moved on for the stairs. And to the kitchen. Through the kitchen. Without a word of warning of glance for her peers, she was so very good at ignoring people. On deck her gaze was met shockingly by an island, for even when hearing the steps, she had anticipated instead an enemy ship docking beside. Yet by some miracle, most likely dumb luck, the Artisans had arrived at another island just in time for breakfast. "Artisans! We have you surrounded!" Boomed a tinny voice, amplified by a custom Den Den Mushi speaker. She had little trouble locating the source of the wooden docks that sprawled along the bay though was not particularly populated. It seemed not many people were staying at this particular village. She cared not for his features, only the long white coat he wore on his shoulders and back; a Marine with associates. Whilst speaker phone leader was not armed, his underlings were with rifles lofted and aimed in her direction. Or at least vaguely in her direction, as the first to arrive on deck, they had all tried to aim for the Sniper though she could see where the barrels were pointing; only two would actually strike her is she remained still. Two out of... eight. They were hardly surrounded. Nine marines waited in line on the dock for their surrender, Clover waited for her crew to arrive and mess up this situation. |
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| Drifter | Jun 15 2011, 07:50 PM Post #6 |
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Hail Hydrift
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As Allen was leaving more of the kitchen, he was starting to register more and more of the crew’s reactions and responses in the kitchen of the Maple Orcher. Fran had noted the broken sunglasses on Allen’s face, and said that he should probably stock up on more of his shades while on this current island that they had just landed on moments ago. He liked the idea of it, although with the bite of sandwich he had just taken moments before he was unable to respond properly to the idea that the navigator had. The Carpenter, Nemo, had been saying how he’d need to learn how to fight with a weapon soon, although since Allen himself used his own body to fight, he thought the whole idea was strange. Though, he had to admit possibly picking up a weapon to help him in some of his fights would be a good thing, much like how the gauntlets he had were helping him out. The First Mate even stated how if not for them coming up to the island he would most likely be eating the prisoner of the crew at the moment, although they would probably prepare the body poorly and make it taste somewhat bad like they did with the rest of their crew. As the Captain took more bites of his sandwich and walked right out the door after the mysterious man Metaleye, who once they had gotten out on the deck of the ship had simply stopped in his tracks. If not for the last bite of food in his mouth, Allen most likely would’ve asked why he stopped in his tracks before he noticed a few people on the docks as the voice rang out saying the Artisans were surrounded. As Allen’s eyes adjusted more to the daylight, he realized what kind of outfit the men were wearing and what they were holding. Rifles, pointing them first at Metaleye, before Allen walked around him and had a few pointed at him, Nemo and anyone else who walked out on the deck. Trying to identify the man who had yelled out to them, Allen found that the man who said it was wearing a white Marine jacket over top of his shoulders, almost making himself seem more likely to be a higher rank than those who were using their aiming to try and intimidate their crew. ”Not really much of a surrounding of us…” Allen said to himself, bringing his gloved arm up to scratch the back of his head. He had his gauntlet gloves closer to where the wheel was, but at the moment he didn’t want either his crew to have the Marines fire on them and one of them somehow have a deadly shot kill or injure them badly. So, for now he’d just have to deal with a bit of talking with the Marines until they lowered their guard slightly. He was confident they could just take them now and then deal with it quickly, but without knowing more about the last Marine he could simply be walking into a trap that they had set for them. Best to know more about the enemy before springing into action just yet, then when he knew it was safe they could dispose of them quickly. He had to chuckle to himself slightly though. It had been a long time since his first run in with Marines, where he had to run away and let Raven distract them for him. But now look at the way he was talking, thinking about either beating up or killing them simply so that way his crew would live for another day. Oh, how the seas change a man. ”I don’t want anyone doing anything rash just yet,” Allen said low enough for anyone on board of their ship to hear. The Martial Artist gave the crew one quick glance before he offered them a grin. ”Let’s see who is meeting us here on this day,” the teen said, taking a few steps forward as he approached the front of the ship, and got into a closer distance of the Marine who seemed to be in charge. Although he wasn’t exactly sure as to why he did what he did next, he took a jump from the ship over to the dock, shaking it slightly as he stood up and looked at the man in front of him with the Den Den. ”I’m sure you know who I am.” Allen started saying, almost offering his hand to the man if it wasn’t for him remembering that he was, after all, a Marine and might slap one of those seastone do-dads that he had heard around the seas for the longest time. Perhaps he may have to look into getting some, perhaps what he had heard about the benefits of it would be good to have around for the crew. ”I will say though that I do not like the nickname you all still insist on having for me, Allen ‘Allen’ Sai isn’t that nice of a name, you know?” Allen said, trying to judge how the Marine was going to be reacting to this. He felt that at least one of the Marines behind him was turned and faced towards the man’s back with the rifle. While a chill did go down his back, he did feel slightly relieved with knowing that at least one of his crew members would hopefully shoot the man before it would shoot the Carpenter in the back. If the two top people right now would be talking though, hopefully they would be able to work something out, or at least to the point where the Artisan Captain would feel safe to call to his crew to take care of the Marines behind him and they could continue getting their supplies on the island. He heard another Marine move his gun behind him, so the thought of having two bullets in his back was steadily getting worse with each passing moment. ”Cut the jokes Pirate!” The Marine in front of him said, yelling it into his Den Den to make himself sound more important than they should be. ”By order of the Marines, and myself, Patrol Leader John Bishop, you all are under arrests for your crimes against the World Government.” The man said, as he blared more and more words into the Den Den. ”I suggest you all surrender now before my associates start getting trigger happy,” The man said, once again almost yelling into the Den Den once again. Although Allen almost felt like his ears were bleeding, he simply put on a brave grin as he looked at the Marine. ”I hope you don’t realize that I am not going to be having my crew surrender this day, or any day. So, you know what. You can forget about that option,” Allen grinned, as he looked at the Marine in front of him. The man just about yelled into the Den Den as the first two Marines pulled the triggers of their rifles, but the Artisan was already gone from his spot. Whoosh, the Marine with the coat felt the wind rush around him as quickly after he felt two bullets shoot straight into his torso as he started bleeding. The man was being held forward by the scruff of his neck by Allen, who was holding him up like he was nothing. ”Not this day, Marine,” He said, using his open hand to catch the Den Den as it fell out of his other hand and into the leather glove from Stone. Throwing the Den Den into the pocket of his brown jacket, he simply let the Marine fall to the ground, still bleeding, before he dashed forward with incredible speed towards the remaining Marines, only two of which were aware of him at first. With his speed and strength, he was able to quickly punch out the weak Marines on the dock, making quick work of the first two with two quick kicks to their chests as the other six were becoming enlightened of the situation happening around them. The first two Marines were the first to bring around their guns to shoot the man, before the man caught the rifle in his hands and bent the rifle with his hands, before ripping it out of his hands and giving him another quick kick to the chest, feeling a numerous amount of ribs cracking in the Marine’s chest. The rest of the fights went around the same way. Using the bent rifle he quickly came around and used his strength to whip the bent rifle into the head of the next one, making him bleed and knocking him into the ocean. Bringing the weapon around again, he repeated the process twice more, knocking the two into the ocean again as the last one simply attempted to shoot the weapon at the man. The bullet grazed the side of his face, but due to his devil fruit he wasn’t affected the way he might have normally been. The final Marine, seeing his shot had failed, tried to bring his gun up to rifle butt the pirate in the face before he failed and had it be caught in the hand of Allen. The pirate ripped the gun from the man’s grip, before he simply brought it around and hit him straight in the chest once again, knocking the last one into the ocean just like most of his Division. Taking the weapon he took away, he threw it on the ground and looked back up to his crew. ”Well, that wasn’t that much of a threat, now was it?” He grinned up to them. ”Now, let’s stock up on supplies and find out where the hell we are this time. This place has a whole different look from Salt Island,” He said, dusting his hands off before turning and casting one more yell up to his crew. ”Anyone want to toss me down my gauntlets? Might be easier to do that rather than jump back up there,” Allen said as he started walking towards the town while doing this. He figured Metaleye would run on ahead soon enough, but now that the weak Marines were out of the way, they would go unopposed into town. He did feel a bit bad about more than likely killing each one of those Marines there, but still, they threatened his crew. He was Captain throughout it all, and when someone threatened his crew he had to react to the situation accordingly. He’d be having a nightmare or two later about this, but now was not the time for that. Edited by Drifter, Jun 15 2011, 07:51 PM.
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| Nary | Jun 17 2011, 06:46 AM Post #7 |
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People started to flood in the kitchen and while most begin the day with a hearty breakfast, Fran, being the inventor he was, saw the thermostat of the fridge. The needle inside the circular gauge was stuck at the right side, meaning the freezer wasn’t working. He pulled the door open once more to check the coolers; he waved his human hand by the cooler to feel if it was doing its job. After a few waves, Fran was convinced that the gauge was broken. He closed the refrigerator and bent down to take a closer look at the broken piece of hardware as he chug down on his bottle of cold milk. As he inspected the device, he looked for possible damages made to the gauge; however, Fran had his doubts that something relative new could not have been damaged, unless it was a defective product. He took another swig out from his bottle of milk, wiping his lips as he checked on the valves that were connected to the kitchen. Thankfully, he had stashed some basic plumping tools on the lower drawers and simply took a wrench, he loosened the first nut connected to the gauge and viola, the needle ran to the other side giving a proper reading of the fridge’s temperature. “Oh hi Galles, Nemo, hmmm… fried fish for breakfast? Well I’m not complaining but I really do miss Rose’s cooking already, maybe we can get someone to replace her…” Fran took a big chuck of fried fish, gobbling the slab of meat whole in one go, “Hmmm… num, num, well I guess this isn’t half bad.” Ever since the only able chef left the Artisans, the whole crew, safe for ‘Tinman’ took turns in cooking and as it turned out, Allen, the captain can’t keep the food in one piece with his extremely rough skin, Galles, the first mate always seemed to torch the dish one way or another, Nemo was a decent chef to say the least, and Fran, well if he somehow managed to keep bad omens at bay enough to complete a dish, he was fairly able, save for the few times that the dish is either too bland or too salty. “We really did a number on Salt Island huh? I’m sure the whole crew would have reeled in some good bounty, heck, I won’t be all too surprised if we get ourselves at least then million each.” After their grizzly encounter at Saline City with Sasa Dion and her goons, the whole crew hadn’t had the chance to simply sit down and talk about it; everyone was a little bit too preoccupied with something, whether it was healing up, making a boat for Rose and Sapphira or chasing down Stache; everyone had their hands full. “I wonder if we’d run in to any Marin-“ A loud booming voice echoed into the kitchen amidst the sound of hot oil crackling on the frying pan Nemo was using. Fran shot his head out the door and grinded his teeth together, he always had rotten luck, but this, this was pushing it. The Artisans had just arrived in a new island and they were already surrounded? Preposterous, their bounties couldn’t have been given out now has it? And even if they were, it couldn’t be that high, questions crowded Fran’s measly brain making the pink wearing navigator fidget a bit. Allen walked out the door, instinctively, Fran followed. What met the navigator along with whoever else came out were less than a dozen of rifles randomly scattered around the Orcher, a funny sight if Fran ever seen one. They were all wearing white, blue and gold, everyone looked perfectly similar to each other save for that one with the Den Den Mushi that looked like the boss of the bunch. Every single fiber in Fran’s being shouted for him to defend himself and fight, but Allen on the other hand issued a command to stay in stand-by. Fran stayed still, but his body tensed up, especially when the Artisan’s captain jumped over to talk with the one in charge. Not long after Allen went down the marine started to shout saying the Artisans were going against the World Government. “Crimes against the World Government? We did no such thing, did we?”, now the navigator was certain they haven’t crossed that line yet, but since he pretty much went on a rampage back in Salt Island destroying anything and everything he saw, he couldn’t be sure he had not accidentally blasted a flag or two along the way. Things got a little bit showy when negotiations broke down, Fran sped to the side of the ship, but by the time he did, the fight was practically over. He smirked as he saw his captain in action, “Heh, yeah not much of a marine division, phew, I thought we were goners, hey Nemo get the captain’s gauntlets will ya? I still have to check on Stache.” The navigator left the railings and walked up to the main mast where Stache, the high jumping, machete-wielding man was supposedly tied onto. Instead of the man, Fran found a pile of rope around the mast and a piece of paper - See you when the island sinks. “God damn it.” Fran ran back to the side and announced his discovery, waving the piece of paper in his hand. “Allen, it seems like Stache escaped while we were preoccupied with the marines, well it’s good to get rid of him, but, this note seems a bit disturbing." ___ Stache was never one to linger around too long, and his trip with the Artisans had been rather, restrictive. He was a man who loved his freedom above anything else, and to be tied to a mast was too much to bear. As the marines stalled for time, Stache saw the perfect opportunity to loosen the ropes and be on his way. He immediately ran towards the shadows after jumping off the Orcher, smiling. “Alright I’m in Rust Pit Island, just as planned, now to find the boss…” Over the course of the Artisan’s trip, Stanche managed to skilfully get out of his bindings late at night, or whenever he saw the change and re-routed most of Fran’s navigation, leading the crew to the island where he had a shady rendezvous which might change the fate of the crew forever. |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55 Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51 Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33 | |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Jun 19 2011, 03:58 AM Post #8 |
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Upon stepping out onto the deck of the ship Nemo quickly noticed there standing in front of him Allen, Fran, and Metal eye standing completely still, all looking down on the dock. When he noticed the voices of some one talking from down on the docks. Curiously Nemo walks over, just in time to see all of the gun men with the barrel of a single rifle pointed right at his chest. Nemo just drops his head slowly shaking it from side to side while he mumbles to himself “Ok this is just great we just pull into port of this rotting iron pit they call an island, and boom we are already getting guns pointed at us by marines. This stop is defiantly going to be a hard one, with lots of injuries all around isn’t it?” Nemo looks over to the captain who by this point is just staring at the men. Nemo looks down at the marines and just whistles loud enough for Bya to hear from the kitchen. Bya just finishing off the traces off his fish when he hears an unmistakable whistle from Nemofrom out on the deck to get by his side and quick. Bya just turns from his plate, and runs to the door as fast as he could even though it seems like Nemo keeps getting faster then him every day. Bya just thinks “If Nemo will constantly look to him as the damage dealer between them, even though he must admit he isn’t much for stamina.” he then jumps up onto the door handle popping it open. Once out side Bya does a quick scan of the deck looking at were every one is and if any one was posing a threat to asses what the trouble is. As soon as Bya sees every one is looking over the rails down on to the dock, a curious look comes to his eyes. When Nemo snaps getting Bya’s attention Just as Nemo snapped to get bya by his side, so they’d both be ready to attack, Allen quietly ordered the crew ”I don’t want anyone doing anything rash just yet,” Nemo mouthing “what the…” he looked over to Allen in disbelief to see if he was serious, and saw the captain smiling. Nemo just sighed at the thought of all this trouble starting so soon, and being ordered not to even lift a finger yet. Nemo shook his head when he then pats his leg then held out his hand calling Bya to his side. He know if this fight was going to start, he wanted his living blades and daggers by his side. Right then Allan jumped over to confront the marines. Nemo just watched and listened to the conversation and waited for an opening for him to jump in to get some of the pressure off of Allen when the head marine there make the comment “You all are under arrests for your crimes against the World Government.” Nemo raised one eyebrow looked down to Bya and asked “when did we do anything against the world government?” Bya looked up with a clueless look on his face. Nemo just wondered as he asked “I wonder if that little girl we helped on salt island was a high belI bounty hiding from the authorities?” Bya just shook his head in a “I highly doubt it sort of way.” Right then Nemo looked back down to Allen and watched the commotion that built as the marines leader was demanding far more then the artisan captain was even closely willing to give up. when he jumped into action flowing as stream line as water. In every deadly move Allen took, taking out and killing all of the uniformed men on the deck. Nemo just shook his head at all this carnage as he thought about how all of this probably needless killing of marines was going to rise there bounties up sky high for sure. Then got a bit of a shiver up his spine when Allen turned and smiled at every member on his ship like he just got laid. Nemo quickly shook off the chilling feeling when the captain ordered them to gather the supplies for there ship and explore the island. Nemo smiled and shook his head shrugging off the bone chilling thought as he got a tighter grip on his fiddle case and put a foot on the railing to jump off, when Allen turned back and asked for his gauntlets. Nemo looked around the deck for them for a moment when there he spotted them over by the wheel. Nemo then proceeded to quickly jump back pressing off from the rail and jogged over to them and proceeded to grab them up, on the way back to the railing, Fran asked if he could grab the gauntlets for Allen. Nemo laughed as he held them up and said “ya I got them right here.” as he darted to the railing of the ship again this time jumping off to the solid dock below them with Bya sailing down right behind him. As soon as Nemo landed on the dock he ran over to Allen’s side tossing the gauntlets to the captain just in time to hear Fran yell out about Stache being gone Nemo turned back for a moment thinking isn’t this were we were gonna boot him off anyways? So Nemo just placed his hand on Allen’s shoulder and said “I’m going to go after carpentry supplies food and a little Intel from any local musicians and a shop keeper or two.” As he turns and heads off into town. looking around seeing the buildings of all the same color. The people on the streets even looked down from the blandness of there lives with no real variety to the surroundings. |
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jun 22 2011, 12:26 PM Post #9 |
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((lol)) “Goddammit, you… bastard..!” A shaking palm grasped the Artisan Captain by the ankle as Fran reported the missing prisoner; it was the leader of the bunch who had used the Den-Den Speakerphone. Pierced by two bullets, John Bishop’s mind was fading from reality yet his zealously nature surged through as he glared up at the criminal with teeth bared. “You think you can just… cause havoc where you please!? Ruin the lives of others for… for your own selfish… gain?!?” He coughed, breathing disturbed by internal bleeding and a pierced lung. But his grip persisted and as he finished spluttering, the man on the ground grinned. “You’re gonna suffer! Bishoshoshosho!” John rasped, he could not help but take pleasure in the dismal future of these scumbags. “These waters… are patrolled by Battleships! Two are docked in a bay near here…! We’ve taken over this town! Bishoshoshosho!” His laughter was broken only by his failing body, finally the man’s grip loosening around the ankle of the pirate captain. It was his last act, his face hit the floor. --- Despite the cold manner in which she could slay other members of her species, Clover did not derive pleasure from it, her mind not psychotic or wild enough to operate in such a way. So there was little reason to dwindle on the Captain of the crew’s actions, for as impressive as it were to him, much of his effort was needlessly time consuming and easily replaced by a more sweeping manoeuvre. If it had been the Sniper to dispatch of the lawmen, they would have fallen at a beat in unison. But it was not her job; she felt no obligation to defend the crew of males and departed on the words of the dying Marine. She was not the first, the prankster Nemo had made his path before those famous last words and the markswoman followed him curiously till the wooden dock ended. Her boots hit the reddish surface of the island, paved not by stone slab but by removal of errant pieces of junk; it seemed the town derived all its pathways like that. The wreckage was old though, and all encompassing of the island. Briefly she swept her eyes along the coast and could not spy a single mass of land that she would determine as natural. It was all made out of the strange metallic substance. As if the people had built their town on rusting waste, a literal floating scrap yard. Thankfully it didn’t stink to high heavens, the only unusual scent she could detect was slightly tinny, as to be expected, much less overwhelming that the sickly stench of Salt Island. She deviated from the path of the prankster. The Marine had mentioned a Marine presence and Battleships patrolling the waters, a big difference from the criminally ran Saline City but one that bizarrely could work in her favour. They would have up to date Bounty Boards for sure, which meant she could upgrade her collection to include notorious Grand Line criminals and also discover if the Artisans had risen in notoriety since their entrance into the Pirate’s Graveyard. Perhaps if the members of the crew were valued highly enough, she could conspire against them and deal with some of her existing problems. Problems like the betrayal of her beloved, who had peeked as she slumbered and hidden this fact until she had held him at crossbow point; the more sinister aspect of her personality had warped that memory a little. Or the stupidity of Fran, which plagued the few periods of time she left the safe and sane confines of her room to retrieve food or breath in the fresh ocean air. The hijinks of the failure Allen would also not be missed, his actions often infuriating her to a level where she could not help but plot his doom; his suggestive promiscuity also unsettled her. The prankster often made attempts on her serious nature; the awkward noises from his room were a good enough reason to dispatch of him. The potentially handsome pay day for betraying them was also alluring. And with the World Government here in force, at least according to the words of a desperate soldier on his death bed, handing them over would be easy. In a less active destination, she would have to dispatch each member of the crew by herself, an arduous task but one the Sniper was confident she was capable of. But simply handing the location to the Marines in exchange for their bounties would safe her considerable effort, they would sweep in and waste manpower whilst she constructed some escape route and left at the height of wealth. Clover was not afraid of guilt, but it could certainly be avoided if she did not play too much of direct role in it all. The prankster headed into town, she opted to walk on the skirts of civilisation. The tall building were of red brick, not utilising the metallic scrap of the island; though some amalgamations of twisted red metal had been modified to serve as benches or sign posts, even fixtures of what she supposed was artwork ran along the coast of the town. It was named Lin Koop Village, the sign at the entrance of the dock had proclaimed this, along with the name of the island; Rust Pit Island. She had observed the rust, but doubted by the manner the buildings stretched beyond her view that the pit was not located hither. Clover found herself anxious about entering the village so directly, seeking a path less walked and probably less patrolled. Though she regarded the presence of law as a boon to her activities, till she knew of the Artisan’s worth, there was no reason for contact and the dreaded helmet on her head was also marked with notoriety and a bounty. She pondered for a moment about what new mask she would take up once rid of the iron helmet that was affiliated with crew, perhaps something more practical, something that was easier to sleep in but did not compromise her identity. A mystery for another time. She stumbled upon what could be considered the appropriate route, a less clearer route that grew narrow part way down as the buildings on either side were drawn closer till they arrived at a door. The markswoman made a cursory gaze behind to ensure none of the pirates were following, decided her privacy was appropriate and ducked down the aisle towards the doorway. It was not the door she took though, the enigmatic female rubbed a gloved hand along the brick exteriors walls and decided it was appropriate for climbing with her hooks but would leave a trail of broken stone. The frame of the door and the narrow passage presented an easier method of climbing; Clover sprung onto one wall and then threw herself at the next, gaining purchase on the opposite vertical and spring back to the surface she had just abandoned; though slightly higher. She repeated in this fashion till the more western wall presented a ledge and some rusted drains, to which the cyborg clung and observed the impressive distance she had climbed. For a village, the buildings were remarkably tall. She lifted herself onto the roof that had arrived sooner on the western building, pausing to brush off the red dust that had settled on her legs and trailing cloak. It had been quite some time since anyone had unsettled the location that she had used to ascend. |
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| Drifter | Jun 25 2011, 04:59 PM Post #10 |
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As the Pirate had turned to hear Fran’s message from the ship deck, the dying Marine made one last threat to the crew before he went to the other side. Looking down at the dying man’s final statement, he told them of battleships that seemed to patrol the waters around this island and how they had taken over the town on this island before going into a fit of laughter that ended his life. Allen turned his gaze away so he wouldn’t have to see the face hit the floor for a final time. Turning his head back towards Fran at the time, he pushed the Marine’s words out of his thoughts for a moment. ”Well, he probably just got up and ran off like normal, so it’s not surprising that he decided to run off once we hit the next island. We were going to kick him off the boat regardless, so it just works out that he ran off. Less work on our end,” Allen said, hearing a bit of movement behind him as he turned to see his gauntlets flying straight towards him. Catching them easily, he started the process of swapping out his gloves for them in case any more Marines decided to show up on the island. ”Also, before we all start splitting up again, we probably should make this visit pretty quick and easy, I’m a little uneasy about the thought of a few Battleships being around here.” The Captain said, making sure his gauntlets were secure on his arms before following after the Carpenter and the Mysterious Marksman of the crew, who had jumped down but split from the path of Nemo, who himself was going to go stock up on some carpeting supplies and perhaps get some Intel from some of the island locals. ”Looks like we might be able to go look around the town for a while then. I probably better stock up on some of our medical supplies and maybe some food if we want to make sure we don’t go hungry. Or hell, we can find a floating food place eventually, I don’t care,” Allen said, adjusting his broken sunglasses on his face as he realized he would want to go find a few more pairs of them before leaving the island as well. That wasn’t exactly a necessity, but the Captain did enjoy sporting them on his face often. ”Let’s check out this weird place now,” Allen said to himself, starting to walk into town as he started walking towards the oddly brownish red colored town. He wasn’t sure the name of it, but by the looks of it names weren’t exactly necessary. Taking his first few steps into town, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. It almost looked like… The town was just there on the island. Taking his first steps he saw more and more people opening up their shops and a saw a few of them already opened with some of their owners looking at him with bags beneath their eyes, as if they hadn’t slept in days. Allen passed by more and more stores, before he remembered the Den Den Mushi that Marine was using that he had snagged to put in his pocket. Taking it out, he peered at the Den Den which seemed to have small speakers built into its shell as it was dressed in a somewhat cookie-cutter type Marine outfit, with nothing really extraordinary about it. Despite the speakers that is. It almost looked like more of a microphone than anything. Deciding to put it back in his pocket, he figured he could figure out a good use for it later. Turning his attention to some of the shops now, he tried to find some ones that sold food or medicine, but unfortunately most of the signs had been rusted out long ago, or even recently with this substance being found every which way. ”I hope this stuff doesn’t mess with our weapons too much, especially if those Marines appear again,” Allen muttered underneath his breath. He would have to figure out which store was which soon if he wanted to get his crew moving more along the Grand Line and get out of this possibly Marine infested island. He wasn’t sure how he’d do it yet, especially with all of these signs the way they were, but once he figured one or two out he’d be fine in the long run. Perhaps he could even find a bit more out about this island while buying the supplies as well. |
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| Nary | Jun 26 2011, 06:44 AM Post #11 |
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While Allen was more relieved to be rid of Stache than concerned for what was written in the paper, Fran was still worried about it. The piece of paper got crumpled and stuffed into the navigator’s pocket as soon as Allen decided to keep everything brisk and choppy. Well, if the dead marine wasn’t bluffing, then the Artisans were in a real tight loop this time around, but it wasn’t stopping anyone from the said crew from running down the docks and gallop around. Food was to be the first priority, and without Rose, it meant that they had to get it themselves and this time, without an expert’s opinion. "I’ll get the food; there seem to be a nearby market over there.” Fran volunteered himself when he saw a sign not far from the docks. A single jump was all that it took to land on the rather brownish soil of the new island, a large comparison from Salt Island’s pristine white pavements. After a while Fran finally got to the market, it was quite small, the navigator suspected this was not the main market around here but more of a quick stop for the ships that stopped over. The selection was not as varied but would suffice, Fran wasn’t too choosy, he knew how to look at fresh meat and fresh fish at the very least. He went around a bit checking the market for its goods and as well as look up the prices, once he has seen the entire array of goods, he prepared to stock up, he first went to the butcher shop where he bought most of the heavy slabs of meat, actually Fran bough so much that he had to borrow a trolley from the shop to carry everything back to the ship. After stashing the meat into the freezer, he went back to get fish, there was actually a a lot to choose from, and one of the fish mongers said that they were actually fresh off the fishing boat so Fran also helped himself with the fish putting them into the trolley, he headed to get vegetables and fruits next , both were also imported from other islands, it was while stocking up did Fran learn about the geography of the island and why it had to import food from other islands. Apparently, the island’s only produce was a kind of earthly mineral that was only found in the island, and mining the mineral was the only source of lively-hood around. He asked around some more until he discovered that some marine scholars who had come to the island had predicted that the island was bound to collapse since all the mining as well as the island’s natural decomposition was making the land mass fairly unstable. However, the most disturbing fact was the increased number of dead marines popping up from one street to the other. One fish monger said that everyone in the island knows who’s behind all the killing but are just afraid to tell. Fran finished socking up food supplies and if they were careful enough not to burn everything they cook, they should last for a good two months. He sealed up the freezer and locked up to make sure thieves won’t be running away with the crew’s food while the Artisans were away. He uncrumpled the piece of paper his ex-crewmate left behind. The more he read the phrase, the more unsettled the navigator became, from experience, Stache was never the kind of man to simply say things for the fun of it, what he left behind was a clue of sorts and maybe a warning as well. Fran looked up, the skies were so-so but the clouds might pick-up near afternoon so chances of rain might occur. As he shoved the paper back into his pants, he went to his room and geared up, once ready he set forth to find the high-flying man, “Ok, now to see if I can find Stache and learn what this note means.” |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55 Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51 Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33 | |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Jun 28 2011, 03:29 AM Post #12 |
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After leaving Allen And the old iron sour puss behind him, Nemo really started to enjoy the walk with his friend down the streets of this rust bucket of a island. With all its ruff metallic roads and buildings. Nemo looked down to Bya and asked “ you think these people stay in doors when it rains?” Bya looked up at Nemo, with utter confusion in his eyes. Nemo just laughed at the look as he said. “Look at this place its nothing but metal and metal ore. have you ever walked on wet metal? you’ll fall on your ass in no time.” Bya just shook his head in disgust. Nemo couldn’t be stopped. That is until he looked to one of the houses, seeing I little girl running out of the house to give her dad a hug. Nemo just smiled as he thought back to his best friend Kairi. he had left her behind when he muttered to himself. “I wonder how Kairi is doing.” When he looked down to hide his face for a moment as a tear fell Bya Looked up just in time to see the tear. Bya bumped into Nemo’s side with a look in his yes of “Ya that girl. you know damn well when she sees you, she is going to kick your ass around the island a few rounds then give you one hell of a hug.” Nemo just laughed as he said. “Ya I’m doomed the day I see her again. Aren’t I?” as he looked back to the house. they had already gone inside, When Nemo noticed there yard. it was a rusty looking grass Nemo’s eyes opened wide at the thought of it might be metal as well. He quickly looked down to Bya and said “damn! jagged metal blades for a grass.” Bya looked up with a look of “You really are a moron aren’t you. Thinking that the grass is metal blades.” Nemo just laughed at the idea, as he rubbed the back of his head. he said “Well at least I keep you on your toes.” Bya just looked down with a look of Ya and I wanna kill you every day for it. As they walked down the street for a while Nemo finally spotted the ship yard. Nemo looked over to it and said. “Well at least we can get this first part done quick, knowing this crews luck within half an hour, we are gonna meet trouble again.” Bya just shakes and drops his head as they walk into the main room. Nemo looked around the room, seeing a nice polished walls and floors with scale model ships decorating some of the cabinets, and a bell on the desk in front of a tiny room. Nemo looked around admiring the ships when a guy came out the room, looked down at Bya and said “that wild beast cant be in here. He might go wild and tear up the place.” Nemo just looked down into Bya’s eyes, and back up to the clerk and said. “this woos? he couldn’t break a sweat” when he pushed Bya on the side. Bya just dropped his head as he fell over on his side as if he was pathetically weak, Then got back up. Nemo said “Even you could take him out with a simple kick.” Bya just gave Nemo a Dirty look of “you will pay for that.” the clerk looked down at Bya and said. “alright but he does anything and ill take it out of his hide.” Nemo just smiled and nodded, thinking if he only knew. As the clerk said “now what can I do for you sir.” Nemo had to laugh at being called sir. As he said “names max. never really felt comfortable being called sir.” The clerk just laughed as well as he said “ok max whatd’ya need.” Nemo asked “what kind of wood do ya got here for a good ship?” the clerk said “well right now we have some good planks of alashter. It is a hard wood with smooth grain so it shapes real well. We have a good supply of teserup. it is a bit curlier of a grain, but can take a hole lot more abuse. These woods are mostly what we use for the more of solid sturdy parts of the ship. we also have a good supply of boards. Some Hintrust a medium hardness wood, fine grain, works great for interior work fairly cheap. we have some paniter wood it is hard and a vary weave grain, but looks beautiful when polished up. there is even some carger out back down from the south blue soft wood beautiful coloring. and now that I think about it we even have some devil fruit wood not much it was an order from a wealthy merchant but he fell through now we are stuck with it no special qualities, hard as hell though, curlier then anything I’ve seen, and hell almost impossible to work with but it is the most beautiful wood when fixed up that I’ve ever seen. Can we cut you in for a board or two of it?” Nemo laughed at the thought and said “Ya. I’ll tell you what. I’ll take two good boards of the devil fruit wood to try it out.” and then he placed the rest of the order as he asked if they could also deliver the wood up onto the ship down at the dock in which there boat was docked to. Then after paying for it. Nemo shook the clerks hand and said “it was nice doing business with you.” the clerk smiled and said. “Have a great day max. we will get that wood down to your ship right away.” Nemo smiled as he said “thanks.” as both him and Bya turned around and walked out of the building Nemo looked down to Bya and said “now that part is over lets have some fun and figure what is going on in this place.” Bya stopped for a moment and looked right at Nemo and with his claws in, swatted at Nemo smacking him right on his face. Nemo looked back to Bya and saw the look of “I told you id make you pay” Nemo smiled as he said “I didn’t think you would have done that.” He jumped back onto his feet. And rubbed the back of Bya’s neck. Nemo walked around the town looking for and listening for some traces of music. It wasn’t till about half way into town that he heard some one playing a guitar, with a beat that Nemo really wanted to dance to. So he fallowed the melody when he spotted a nice looking woman who couldn’t be in her 30’s, sitting there relaxing on the side of a building. While she played a nice beat that was putting a bounce to the step of all that passed by. Nemo just smiled as he walked over to her and said. “Now you really know how to make that guitar sing don’t you.” The woman looked up at Nemo spotting the fiddle on his back and said. “Ya I’ve been playing it since I could wrap my fingers around its neck. How about you can you play that little toy on your back?” Nemo smiled as he said “Well I can play a little” when he laid the case down on the side walk, opened it up, pulled out the bow, and tightened it up. He then pulled out the fiddle and got it in position. Nemo smiled down and played a slow little jig one that didn’t take much skill. The woman looked up and said. “Not bad, I have heard better though.” Nemo smiled and said. “Ya I’m no master yet. But ya wanna little dual just for some fun?” The woman looked Nemo up and down, wondering what type of joke this was. as she said “What the hell I could enjoy showing you up.” She smiles and waves up to Nemo saying “Go ahead you start the show.” Nemo smiled as he brought the bow to the strings, and played a melody that really put a fire under the feet of those people walking by. The woman noticing this guy was just playing dumb looked at him with a bit of intrigue. When Nemo stopped he waved the bow in her direction. She smiled thinking this is going to be fun. she started strumming the cords, putting a swing into the steps of all the men and women who passed. Nemo smiled realizing he had found himself a real challenge. when his turn came back around, Nemo placed the bow down onto the strings and made it fly over the strings. Making the fiddle sing melody’s that made men and women dance on the sidewalks. the woman seeing this, and Nemo dancing around with his fiddle like he lost himself in the moment, gripped that neck as she stood up and put all her soul into the cords she played. the crowd on the side walk was now spilling onto the street as it grew the two playing to out do each other, but playing in melody with each other. the song grew in power as time went by. |
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Nemo • Shipwright • Carpenter • Artisan Pirates • Bounty: 12,750,000 • SD Earned: 110 • Beli: 28,700,000 • Location: Rust Pit Island grand line Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35 Kintaro O’Darby • Ensign • scientist • Divisionless • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 7 • Beli: 2,200,000 • Location: swift breeze south blue . Strength: 5 Speed: 14 Stamina: 13 Accuracy: 7 Fortune: 9 | |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jul 4 2011, 12:50 PM Post #13 |
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((delayed skip clause)) Rickety roofs were her first impression as the enigmatic female took to the new terrain with cautious steps. The red brick homes built high for reasons unknown had numerous gullies running between neat triangular peaks for drainage; rarely did a building hold just one of these gable designs and as she wandered along the top of her chosen structure, Clover hypothesized that each arc formed over an individual room. Her findings were backed by the towering building opposite to her own, through the windows she could mentally line up the walls of the rooms with edges of the boxed triangles. And each was tiled in red clay, many parts loose as she climbed to the peak of the tallest and looked around the civilisation. Her view was disturbed on most angles, not by taller buildings but simply every other building being about the same height. It was surreal in a way, she related it to pictures of mountain ridges protruding out of the clouds from a book; unlike most children, she had been more captivated by the words than the pictures but her memory failed to recall what set of ridges those in the picture belonged to or what the purpose of the book had been. They had been a natural construct though and varied in height; the roofs of Lin Koop Village were built by man and had been made with a precise height range for all in mind. She glanced to the flatter point of the easterly building she had used to aid her ascent. Though Clover had reached the flat edge of the flats she stood on first, it had ended up being the taller of the pair despite starting lower; the steeper incline had outgrown the flatter opposing roof despite the initial advantage of the other. It was during these pointless observations that the Sniper decided the higher vantage point was not a true advantage in the village; on the roofs the height difference was minimal and thus negligible, whilst the close buildings of similar height made it easy for those below to turn a bend and be out of sight. That did not make her venture a waste of time though, whilst the roofs lacked proficient vantage points; they did provide an array of disclosed paths along the edges and dips of the arced roof peaks. A terrain most suited for someone who did not want to be discovered as they moved around; someone like her. With her goal in mind, the Markswoman made headway along the drain paths, jumping the gaps between buildings at speed; she did not need to stop moving, in midair she could sweep in the world around her with acute eyes and decide whether her destination was apparent or not. In this case, she felt far from the mark with the streets only populated by low numbers and most sitting on steps that lead up to closed entrances. It had a residential feel about it, Clover gathering the same impression from the few windows that were not shrouded by curtains. Leaping another gap between roofs, the cloaked female altered her paths from the drains to clamber up a reasonable incline on the tiled surface. At the peak, she turned her head to the ocean behind; in the short burst, she had put several blocks between herself and the other members of the Artisans. That was good. It could have better though. In her quick departure, Clover had not paid a grand amount of attention to signs that had lined the roads out of docks; likely for suppliers, and held little knowledge of the town’s layout. The similar building level prevented her creating a brief aerial view of the village that would be of any use but she could see that it formed a shape not too dissimilar from a semi-circle, following the round shore of the island. Curiously the buildings seemed to suddenly stop, as if civilisation had reached a line and decided it could progress no further, it taunted her inquisitive mind yet the helmed woman ignored the lure for the time being. She could investigate after acquiring her posters, and potentially leading her ‘crewmates’ into a horrid trap. She neared the edge of the roof. Beneath was a patrol of men in white coats, Marines made themselves so easy to distinguish from the crowd, it was quite unbelievable at times. Clover did not buy into the image factor when it betrayed presence, even her somewhat distinguishable identity with the helmet held a generic trend with the long cloak; it masked her well and a quick escape into a crowd. In the bright gear of a Marine soldier…? If they met a foe they could not defeat, there was no escape. And the foe could spot them a mile off and avoid collision altogether, the Sniper hopped between roofs above the oblivious patrolmen. They had almost filtered out of her memory when she heard a clattering of steel and a sudden cry. She did not stop but adjusted her course from the dip in the sawtooth roofs to the pinnacle, turning as she did and sliding down the other side in the opposite direction. A gunshot ringed from the street, a noise the Sniper associated with the average clumsy rifle that the Marine foot soldiers often pointed at dubious sorts. She expected another stray shot, the times she had fled from the local law had practically been excuses to waste ammunition. Yet another did not ring out, the noise subsided and by the time she had arrived on the edge of the roof, it was over. Three unflinching Marines lay face down in the street, the very patrol she had skipped over were decimated in a matter of moments. Before looking in detail, the Sniper swept the thin road from left to right in search of the attacker but without success. They had left as quickly as they had struck, turning her eyes on the deceased, their wounds were spread long; she guessed a bladed weapon had been used. As if on cue, a startled shout rang out from the mouth of the street. The assailant had planned the ambush just right, a second three man patrol rounding the corner to see their dispatched companions. The lead in the group dashed to confirm the inevitable, whilst the other two divided the remaining tasks between themselves; one calling in the hit whilst the other lifted his rifle and checked for any sign of the attacker. Clover blinked. She was meant to- “Up there!” The lookout screamed, lifting his sights and firing a stray round in the general direction of the cloaked spectre. The cyborg watched the bullet harmlessly strike the wall beneath her, nearly hitting a window and then stepped away from the edge as his two partners went for their own rifles. She doubted the swift attack was meant to set her up, wrong place at the wrong time was the more probable solution; Clover was quite certain no one was following her. The timing with the next patrol… it had to be aimed to unsettle the local law enforcement. Still, she had no reason to hang around and ponder over the events; making use of the roofways, Clover dashed further into the tall building labyrinth. |
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| Drifter | Jul 5 2011, 11:16 PM Post #14 |
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Trying to find a shop that sold what he wanted to buy was almost like trying to find a needle in a haystack, except this time it was trying to find medicine within a rust covered island. Not exactly the same metaphor, but for the time being it would work for the Captain. Perhaps it was his own bad luck in picking paths that had led him in this direction with no signs that would be visible to those who walked by and did not know the town like people who had lived their whole lives there. ”I thought I would be able to find a store by now…” Allen muttered to himself, continuing his walk through the town as he stepped on a brown bag that had appeared in his path. Having decided not to step around it, he simply walked straight onto it as he stepped on it as he heard what he assumed was glass breaking underneath his foot. Not bothering to stop and examine the pieces that were now being embedded into his foot, he looked around the streets that he was on when he was able to find a place that looked to be some kind of convenient store from the looks of it. Stopping his walk down the street, Allen turned to walk into the store with no expectations. And with those no expectations, he was actually impressed with what he saw when he walked in the metal, rusted door. From the outside it didn’t look to good, but it seemed that the shop keeper of this establishment was able to keep the inside of his store pleasantly well looking on the inside, along with somehow keeping most of the rust smell out of the air of the shop. The Martial Artist had to guess that he had some kind of fresheners around his store somewhere, most likely out of most of his customers’ sights so that way most customers would not think twice about what they smelled. The teen had to admit, he was actually liking this island a bit more if only due to how this shop’s atmosphere was. It wasn’t really much to judge an entire island on, but after dealing with seeing and smelling nothing but rust, rust and more rust, seeing a place that wasn’t full of the metal that was within the process of having a chemical reaction around them. Starting to take more notice of the items in the shop, Allen started walking around the shop as he looked at the wares. Slipping off his broken pair of sunglasses, he clipped them onto the collar of his shirt as he glanced his blue eyes around, trying to locate anything that he was hoping to buy. Stepping around a few people that were in the larger store, he watched the cases of glass go by as he scanned them and the shelves that were along the edges of the walls. Stepping away from them for a moment, he moved his focus to a spinning rack that seemed to be one of the more central focal points in the room. While at first it seemed that the spinning would be an additional part of the process that would not surrender any kind of reward in the end, up until where Allen found a pair of styling new sunglasses that seemed to be one of the more top quality brands. There was a brand name in a small corner of the lens, known as the Blue King Glasses Inc. as they were known throughout the Blues and even some of the Grand Line as one of the greatest glasses companies, especially with their top quality glasses. ”Wow, this seems like a great deal, especially on somewhere like this,” He muttered to himself, as he pulled out the glasses off the rack as he put them on his face. Although he didn’t feel any different kind of different as in how strong he was, he definitely felt that these glasses were much superior to anything that he had worn on his face before. ”Definitely going to keep these, they shouldn’t be too expensive…” He said, taking them off his face as he held them gently as he could in his gauntlets. ”Now, to see if this place has any kinds good medicine that we could use…” The man said to himself, stepping away from the spinning rack as he looked around to try and find the pharmacy section. While there were no medicine shelves from the looks of it, he was able to find a pharmacy counter that probably would let someone purchase medicines and other items that the store owner probably didn’t want people to have access to so they wouldn’t run out with it. Well, they still could, but it was less likely when it was hidden behind a counter. Walking up to it, Allen figured he would simply wing what kind of supplies he would need for the crew. Saphira had taught him a few small things about Doctoring before she had left, and he figured that he’d need to simply learn on the job with the kinds of medicines they would need. Walking up to the counter, Allen stood there for a moment, not seeing anyone as he stood there for a few more moments, only to have no one appear to talk to him. Frowning slightly, he laid the sunglasses he wanted onto the counter as he waited a few more moments only to have no one appear yet again. Slightly getting impatient, he saw a small silver bell on the counter, and just as he was about to hit it, a hand crept up from underneath the counter only to stop the gauntlet from making a noise on the bell. ”I heard you the first time.” A man’s voice said, as a man with black, shaggy hair along with dressed in a white lab coat stood up quickly from behind the counter, as he pulled on a pair of scratched up looking glasses onto his face. ”What do you need?” Despite being shaken by the odd individual appearing from behind the counter, Allen shook it off as he responded to the man. ”I’m simply looking for some medicine for my crew. We’re running out, and without someone who has a good knowledge of medicine, I figured I sh-“ ”Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before.” The man said, shaking his head and adjusting his glasses. ”So, what kind of medicine do you need? Antihistamines? Ones that dull fevers? Come on here, Sir, I don’t have all day you know.” The Doctor said, trying to get this done and so he could probably get back to his nap that he was most likely taking. ”Uh… I, uh…” Allen said, trying to remember what Saphira had told him, before it hit him: He barely knew a thing about medicine. And yet, he was here trying to buy some medicine for his crew, and if he bought the wrong brand or type of medicine, he could get the whole crew killed due to his stupidity, as these were weighing in on his head, footsteps were drawing up behind him. Although, in his state of mind, he barely heard them. ”Just give him the usual works that you give most folks like him, Jerry,” A woman’s voice struck out among Allen’s thoughts as he looked over to see a green haired woman in an odd outfit obviously taking his order of medicine types and prices for him. Before he could say a thing, the man behind the counter sighed like he was just asked to do an impossible task, before he set off behind him to find the kinds of medicine went into the ‘Usual works’ that the woman was speaking of. ”Uh, I guess I owe you a thanks for that.” Allen said, scratching the back of his head as he looked over at the woman next to him, obviously dumbstruck that someone else had to order this for him. Not that he wasn’t relieved of course, he was very glad that someone who seemed to know what they were doing spoke up for him. ”I don’t know the faintest thing about medicine, so I’m glad you seem to know what you are talking about. Oh, and I should introduce myself,” The Captain said, holding out his metal surrounded hand. ”Name’s Allen. Allen S-Salthezar,” The man said, stuttering over his last name as he realized he about gave out some vital information just in case someone was listening in. ”Charlotte, Charlotte O’Hara.” The woman said, grinning as her eyepatch stayed on her face. She took hold of his hand slightly as she shook it, making sure not to have it get crushed by the armor. ”Oh, and I do know what I’m doing, Mr. Salthezar. I am a fully certified doctor after all,” She said, as if she was about to pull out a large certificate to make sure he knew that she was a doctor. As the conversation was starting, the door to the store started opening, and a few people started walking in, although no one seemed to notice. They moved quick, although to most of the people in the store’s opinion, no one had entered into the store at all, it was simply a wind blowing it open. |
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| Nary | Jul 8 2011, 07:10 AM Post #15 |
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((Sorry for the late post.)) Walking along the streets of the rust laden island quickly became uncomfortable for Fran, who was on his quest to hunt down his ex-crewmate, Stache. To tell the truth, Fran hadn’t the slightest idea what to do, all he had was the note and nothing more. Despite this, he still went on, aimlessly walking the streets in a desperate wild goose chase. The all structures that surrounded the island were built by the very same materials under his foot and the putrid stench of rust dominated the airways. He trotted down an alley wandering into a darkened part of the street where he finally saw a few children sitting on the ground and shooting ravaged looks at him. Fran felt a bit suffocated by the staggering looks by the children along with the unhealthy dose of rusty air so he quickly turned around and exited unto the open alley. Once Fran was back into the sun lit road, he suddenly heard gun shots roaring through the air. Instinctively, he raced towards the origin of the sound. But just he was about to give chase, a hollow sound of cheap iron reverberated into his ear, the top of his skull felt a cold but powerful blow bash against it and the strength which held his legs up rapidly jumped out the window like a rabbit and went limp on him. The few short seconds he had left to stand were more like his desperate plea for help, but Fran wouldn’t know what he looked like, not when everything abruptly went black. He only felt the rough surface of the reddish crust of the ground scraping unto his face and the strong smell of rust going up his nose. Fran frantically tried to hold on to his consciousness but utterly failed, after what felt like a thug to his right arm, another round of that same cold iron object clashed with his skull once more. Now everything was blank, just blank. Around the time Fran retrieved his consciousness, he laid spread eagled on the ground and rather shamefully too. The back of his head throbbed like crazy as soon as he sat back up. Immediately, he noticed that his soft behind was grinding on a rather rough and uneven surface; furthermore, he can’t really feel his right arm. Though it was a cyborg, the nerves have been wired so that they functioned like a normal limb, so it was strange that he couldn’t feel it. As he leaned on his right palm, he unexpectedly tumbled on his rear, reverting him back original pose. A loud screech followed. “‘IT’S A NAKED MAN!!!! A PERVERT!!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!” Fran once again got up; this time he took a good look at his arm, his mechanical arm. The good news was, it was still there, the bad news was, only the skeleton of it remained along with a few gears and parts welded unto it, other than that, everything from the armor to the servos and to the hydraulics, they were gone, all gone! Horrid luck had yet again struck, however, the missing parts of his right arm was just the start of Fran’s unfortunate fate. His eyes traced the tip of his shoulder to his bare chest, down to his torso where his bare abdominal and lower parts freely exposed themselves to the rusty air of the island. He was naked! Flustered, Fran quickly got up but was only assaulted by the lady who shouted earlier with her handbag while screaming for help. The navigator fended off the woman with his remaining arm until a pair of men clad in white ran up the corner. Immediately they blew a whistle, “HEY YOU LET THE LADY GO, YOU DAMN PERVERT!!!” “Excuse me! She’s the one assaulting me over here!” The pair ran towards Fran which prompted him to grab the lady by the neck and pushed her towards the marines. Using the time he bought himself, the once pink wearing navigator made a run for it unto the deep darkness of the back alley. His heart pounded like crazy, and his face was redder than a cherry tomato . Never was he more embarrassed in his entire life, and he swore vengeance to those who stole his arm, his clothing and his weapons. But for the mean time, Fran grabbed a nearby box and lid his body in it, making a makeshift dress. The box was barely big enough to cover his groin and most of his abdomen. With one arm on the surface of the box, Fran scurried from shadow to shadow, ever so careful as not to be seen by anybody lest he would want to ridicule himself any further. After running about for a minute or so he finally landed near a store which he believed to have clothes. Allen said not to make a scene but right now, Fran was a long way from the Orcher and this store might have the things he needed. Mustering his courage all together, Fran quickly pulled the door open, slid inside and grabbed his box before it falls off the floor. And surprise, surprise, the store was filled with suspicious looking people along with the Artisans captain, Allen. “Uhm… you guys don’t happen to have spare clothes do you?” |
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Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' Osgrave • Artisan Pirates • Navigator/Chef • Bounty: 57,000,000 • SD Earned: 208 • Beli: 78,800,000 • Location: Grand Line Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55 Jager 'Hitman' Foon • ??? • Chef/Assassin • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 187 • Beli: 58, 200,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51 Cobalt Cross • Merchant/Weapon Specialist • Rank: Lieutenant • SD Earned: 102 • Beli: 17,755,000 • Location: Blues Strength: 53 / Speed: 24 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 30 / Fortune: 33 | |
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