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A Work of Art Etched by Inactivity; Arty Rustyventure Part 2
Topic Started: Aug 6 2011, 04:37 PM (1,748 Views)
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Everyone dreams, the mind constructs images or events subconsciously when sleeping to serve an unknown purpose; though not everyone can recall this mental activity, or choose not to recall it and the dream is forever lost. Those individuals blind to their own dreams would perhaps claim they never dream. Clover did not think she dreamed of things, that only long dark lapses of time accompanied sleep and as the Sniper drifted on the verge of consciousness; she observed no fantasy imagery, just heard the squeaky sound of turning wheels and felt the odd uncomfortable shift of the floor beneath her.

One brown eye opened in an effort to spot the annoying combination of sound and movement that was serving as her alarm clock. Her single pupil was met by a sheet of metal, hard to deceive in the enclosed space of her helmet; the eye darted upwards to the source of light and found that her head gear had been a little dislodged. It was perhaps a few inches too high, dim light cast through the area that was used as her seeing visor. The markswoman could not remember why she was in this moving, squeaking room or the reason behind her helmet's dishevelled position.

Clover did not panic. She was an intelligent young woman and knew that her identity was not in jeopardy because her helm was slightly a jar, she wore a high neck scarf for that very reason and thus any lower part of her face was concealed despite the helmet's unfortunate state at that precise moment. The enigmatic female calmly lifted one of her arms, she was lying on her side so she opted for the right arm that was above of her torso, and lowered the metal mask till it was correctly adjusted. Once in place, the Sniper felt through her crown that the helmet had suffered not just positionally but structurally during or before her lapse in awareness.

Crumpled iron pressed against a sensitive patch just above her brow, an area that was covered by some grainy dried substance that Clover quickly identified as her own blood. She could tell by the rusty red line on the side of her nose, that had probably slid down when she was not awake and dried over time. It meant that the time lost had been significant, and the cause of her nap had probably been of the violent sort. Vague memories attempted to free themselves from her slightly jumbled mind, thought processed that were usually simple and rapid became quite arduous when a mental migraine was setting in.

Having adjusted her helmet, her vision extended beyond the walls of the iron headgear to the barred cage that she was being held inside. It was constructed out of metal for the most part, though Clover noticed that both floor and roof of the box was wooden and probably not as durable as the metal bars that lined the sides of the prison. It was also moving, a pair of rails stretched out a head towards an opening; on the sides, walls lined with the copper-like substance that Rust Pit Island was made of. She remembered the island, the similar height buildings and age old scrap amalgamated with them.

By her reckoning, the Sniper was at the very front of the cage that shook as it moved slowly along the rails; to view what was behind her, she rolled onto her other side via her back and saw two others occupied the cage. Both were familiar and part of the crew she was affiliated to, the pair of Artisan Pirates in question were Galles and Nemo. After a second, she realised her initial observation had been wrong; there were three others in the cage, the final member of the captured lot was the odd creature that followed around the prankster. It had also been subdued.

Beyond the other caged persons, were those that pushed the mobile prison cart along the tracks; two tall and heavily built sorts who barely flinched when Clover shifted onto her backside and sat tall over the unconscious pirates. Beyond the pair of labouring henchmen, she identified a pair of idiots amongst a large group of unknowns; Allen and Fran walked bound, but in conversation with their captors.

Her eyes narrowed. Had the pair betrayed the crew for their own selfish gain? Enacted her own plan before she had been able to? The lot that had captured them appeared to not be Marines, none sported the tell tale white and blue uniform; they seemed the rough criminal sort from her brief inspection. It wouldn't surprise her if the crews capture was somehow the fault of the Captain or Navigator or probably both.

They were so inept.

Already quite certain that the whole mess was the pair's fault, Clover twisted back round so she could look ahead and also think up a way to resolve their current problem. It seemed that she always had to fix everything; prevent Marine capture at Loguetown, prevent ship sinking before Reverse Mountain, save abducted crew member on Salt Island... The sniper never felt genuinely appreciated for all the mess she cleaned up.

Since her initial checks, their mobile prison had reached the opening at the end of the tunnel; more light had shone from the round tunnel exit yet they were not met by direct daylight. Glowing lights were hung high on tall cavern walls as they emerged from the tunnel into a large open cavern that was partially submerged by a lake of rusty water. The rails kept going straight, across a bridge of the red scrap that stretched out over the water towards a middle ground. At that central point, a huge daunting vessel was docked.

The ship was etched with rust on its hull and mast, a leviathan of metal with non-metal parts hastily replaced; such as the tied up black sails and wooden figurehead depicting the face of a ferocious sea beast. Clover imagined that the Orcher would look like a rowing boat if docked beside such a monster, the sort of transport to aspire to. And it belonged to their captors, if their capture had not already shown how outclassed the Artisan Pirates were at that point, then the impressive displaying of the vessel certain erased all doubts.

Clover's resolve to get away did not diminish though, she understood the implications of such comparisons but refused such a simple process of comparing one's ship to decide her fate. The sniper looked for her weapon, looked for a flaw in the cage's design; the wood could not possibly be study enough to contain them. She was eager to act, yet grew tentative when water flanked them on both sides as the cage was pushed out over the rusting metal bridge towards the island at the centre of the lake.

She heard movements beside her, and inclined her head to identify who had also woken.
Edited by Shamma, Dec 9 2011, 10:59 AM.
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As soon as the steel flooring ended abruptly and the reddish hue of the island’s natural colors exploded through the rocky interiors of the excavation site. Thick beams of wood held the entire area in place in an intricate design which locked on beam to another, multiplying the support structure’s strength with each connection. Small orbs of yellow light emanated from either side of the walls, proving the only source of illumination in the entire warren while long winding rail systems decorated the entirety of the floor. The constant hammering, drilling and digging caused an almost eerie vibration that bounced around like a mild tremor.

Starwbeard had his back facing both Fran and Allen, in a way, the man had that much confidence in his own ability and that much trust in his own men to cover him in the event any of his captors broke free. Fran’s lips were sealed shut most of the way, he preferred to listen to what his ex-captain would say and think out it thoroughly rather than to throw questions that would eventually have answers anyway. Still the thought of meeting with Stache and Starwbeard in succession had begun to bug him, and there was also that note the former left him. He knew something was up, but how big was the scale of it, he had utterly no idea of.

Towards a junction, a crate mounted on a sizeable cart came rolling down. From where the navigator stood, he could see that the crate held something or someone inside, but he wasn’t entirely sure yet. Although, a few more steps and the crate ran side by side with Starwbeard and it was then that Fran realized the contents of the coop were actually the rest of the Artisans.

Outraged by what he saw, Fran took off, blinded by anger and rage. He blasted off from his spot, and while his arm was bound, his legs were as free as it could be and that was all he needed to fight at this point. “ORYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” it more or less took a single jump for the navigator to reach the massive man in front of him, from the afro-man’s perspective, his ex-captain was as vulnerable as a new born baby with his wide back presented to all. And even amidst Fran’s shouting, Strawbeard didn’t move an inch.

Fran twisted his body in mid-air forming a sweeping side kick, he grounded his lower body to generate as much power as possible. However, during his descent down in his kicking motion, another man jumped into the air tackling the enraged navigator causing a mid-air collision. Fran helplessly fly to the side, he rolled back to get back on his feet, and pushing himself off the ground without the aid of his arm. Looking up, the now one-armed Fran saw Stache in place of where he collided.

Still the disruption did not stop him, Fran continued to make a lunge towards Starwbeard as he leapt once more into the air, a pair of heavy clamps followed the navigator and snapped itself unto his torso. He felt the pressure exerted unto his body and as well as the contradicting force of the chain connected to the clamps, at the end of the chains was a rather big man with a metalic right arm who swung the Artisan back and right into a wall. His back felt the whole brunt of the crash; the force was so powerful that half of Fran’s body actually got buried into the wall. A pair of Strawbeard’s allied quickly took up their blades and crossed them together in front of Fran’s throat, threatening to cut his head off.

“What’s the meaning of this Strawbeard? This isn’t how you do things in the past!”

Stache gave out a sigh while Strawbeard himself still stood in the same position before Fran attacked him. “HAHAHAHA!!! That recklessness, temperament, and sense of camaraderie is exactly why I got you to join me in the first place, but also the very reason why I left you. Times change Fran and I am not the same man you knew before, no, my measly dream of simply exploring the New World is a feeble wish that pales in comparison in what I have in mind.”

“What do you mean?” asked the navigator who was still stuck to the wall like a low relief sculpture.

“Well then, if you can keep your cool long enough for us to get to where we are going then you’d understand more clearly.” answered the straw-bearded captain.

“Fine.”

Strawbeard raised his hand to motion for the two men besides Fran to lower their weapons and pluck him out of the wall. They nodded, sheathed their blades and hoisted Fran out of the excavation site’s wall. The group proceeded deeper into the site. A massive ship protruded at the end of the quarry. It sheer size was already a magnificent splendour to behold even when some parts of the gigantic ship was still encased in the rusty-red catalyst of Rust Pit Island.

“I present to you the super weapon that can decimate an entire island, Cosmos!!!”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan 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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The entire time that they were walking, Allen was mentally punishing himself for letting him, Fran and Charlotte fall into this situation. Since they had met Strawbeard and he had forcefully taken them down into the mine with help of his crew, Allen had been losing track of time as he had been going over more and more plans of escape although at the moment it seemed that all of his ideas would be quickly shot down, not only due to them being outnumbered, but also due to the narrowness of the tunnel in which they were in. With his hands still bound, he could probably still break out of their chains, but the fact that they were still surrounded and possibly out powered as well, since Allen still didn’t know the strength in which the Strawbeard crew held, although with a famous name like them they certainly needed some kind of strength and power to back up the claims in which they held.

As the lights around them lit their way through the tunnel, Allen was able to look over to the side to see something coming down the path to the side of their group. Not focusing on it yet, Allen still swerved his eyes around as much as he could to still try and find a way out of the situation. When this didn’t work, again, he looked over to his left to see more about the possessions within the crate on the rails. And, much to his surprise, the rest of his crew was being held on the rails. Now the situation was much more out of their control than it had been before. The Captain now had to play it extremely safe to make sure no one really got hurt from this situation. Just as he was about to alert Fran of their situation, it seemed the Navigator had other objectives at the moment. Despite the very famous Captor having his back turned to them, and being surrounded by his goons and without control of his arm, Fran decided to leap and try to kick Strawbeard in the back. And not even a moment after that he was tackled in the air, before being thrown into a wall and have two swords pointed at his neck.

Allen could only clench his fist in this situation, as Fran and Strawbeard issued another slight conversation as the Artisan tried to pick up as much as he could from the words and figure out more about what was going on. It seemed that Strawbeard had seemed to have changed since he had disappeared from multiple headlines around the world. And it seemed the Artisans were going to get front row seats to whatever they were planning as well. Once Fran was released, Allen got him walking beside him again as he kicked him in the shin to make sure he got his attention. ”Fran, as much as I hate to say it, we’ve got to simply sit back and hope nothing goes wrong for now. They have us outmanned, and the others prisoners as well. We need to make sure nothing bad happens for now.” He hissed to his Navigator, as Charlotte walked up behind him, kicking him in the shin to make sure they all kept moving for the most part.

Keeping in the middle of the trio, Allen continued their march through the tunnel as they came onto a gigantic room in front of them. Looking inside, Allen was alarmed to find it housing the biggest ship he had probably ever seen in his life. ”This can’t be good,” he muttered underneath his breath, as he could hear a ”Dear God…” slipping from his female acquaintance’s lips. Scanning his eyes for every possible part of the ship, his ears sharpened and pointed towards Strawbeard as he yelled out about the ship, saying it could decimate an entire island with it. Despite every word and thought that he had saying he shouldn’t do what he was about to, Allen took a few steps forward towards Strawbeard. ”What the hell are you planning on doing with that, Strawbeard?” The Captain yelled out, trying to sound defiant still even though he knew every odd was not in his favor at the moment. But, having a pirate in control of that kind of weaponry was never a good thing to have, even if he wouldn’t use it against him. Innocent people could die if he used it for the wrong reasons, which… Allen couldn’t really think of any good reasons for it anyways.
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Looking all around himself, all he could see is tall grasses rising over his read with various wild flowers blooming all around amongst the tall grass. making traversing threw this field quite difficult indeed when he decides to forsake the walk further into this mysterious field, instead turning around and heading back to were he knew not were. Just then he hears a familiar females voice calling out his name, beckoning him with her tone for him to come to her side. He turns his head looking back over his shoulder in the direction of the voice just mouthing out. “Who’s calling me? Who knows I’m here?” With the vary look of confusion plastered all over his face. He scratches his head as he softly asks “is that mom?” When the woman calls out again “Nemo!” still with the same siren like vocals to it, calling to him, pulling at him to fallow the enchanting notes drifting threw the air. He turns around following the sound of the voice, With out even noticing that he was. When the origin of this lovely voice unveiled itself from the curtains that make up resident in his mind. “That’s Kairi!” he says “KAIRI?” he calls out as loud as he can in a tone proving quite evident he was wanting her to reassure his almost positive identification of her. All he receives in response though is the same alluring call, calling out his name again. By this time the pull of the voice has him running toward it with out any regard to the hidden terrain under foot, or grasses and other plant life slapping him in the face with every long stride of his flying feet. Again he calls out as loud as he can muster “KAIRI?” the tone of his voice begging this mysterious woman to at the vary least acknowledge his call. Yet again She calls out his name still with an unearthly melody that pulls at his vary soul to find it. The terrain begins to wreck havoc on his ankles and painful strains on the vary bones in his legs with every jarring impact with the horridly pitted ground. All while the plants slowly cut at his exposed skin with every inch he travels. Bark scraping, thorns tearing he continues to follow the pull he feels on his very soul charging wildly to find the voice, to find what’s driving him to run so recklessly. Still un able to see in the tall flora he calls out for Kairi again just wishing she’d say something other then his name.

Just then he breaks out of the dense foliage out onto the edge of a magnificent cove filled with a calm serine sapphire blue sea and sand of highest purity that is so white it is second only to the freshest mountain snow. He then looks up to find this woman who sounds so much like his best friend. Yet seems as deaf to his voice as the brick walls that made up the buildings of his home town. as he looked to the mouth of the cove there was a tiny island and on it was a woman sitting on an outcropped rock looking out along the coast line, her long hair resting over her shoulder and hiding her face and identity behind it like a brides vial. she sits calmly posed as if waiting for an unknown savior to rescue her from her island prison. He looks upon this strange woman when he brings his hands up cupping around his mouth he calls out as loud as he can “KAIRI?” the woman hearing this call slowly turns toward him. her hair slowly exposing more and more of her face with every degree she rotates her neck. finally at last she lifted her hand to brush her hair back behind her shoulder momentarily hiding her face with her hand and arm. He looks to her with yarning wanting nothing more the to see this woman to see who called him.

Nemo wakes in a jump finding himself trapped in a large box bared on all sides while he lyes tied up and bound on his side. Looks around wondering what happened when he remembered the gas dropped down the stair case of there ship. He quickly rocked himself up on his but and back against the bars as he looked around trying to get a just of what was going on he quickly spotted his two crew mates and his friend lying there out like a light he just closed his eyes thinking about what he could do. This place is built to well no matter how many weak points he spots. He just don’t have the strength to break what would need to be broken. For them to be free of this cage. He just frowned as he thought its better to know that way when one of the stronger ones wake up they can do it as quick as possible.

so he opened up his eyes again, he began inspecting the cage with his eyes and looking over all the parts and nooks that made up the cage as well as he possibly could. When he noticed two spots that when struck with breaking strength would allow the whole cage to be disassembled with great ease within no time at all. Content with his findings he closes his eyes again and waited for more to wake up.

Next thing he knows he feels the stirring of some one in the box with him as he opens up his eyes seeing metal head up and about. Nemo just shakes his head whispering loud enough for the egotist to hear and said “so sourpuss if you want to tear down this tooth pick box we are stuck in right now hit the edge of that beam over there and that hinge there. with enough force to break them and even I can push this thing apart” making sure to give exact pin point directions to them.
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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Fran felt his jaw drop to the ground upon setting his eyes on the massive ship, even when at least a quarter or so of it was still buried within the red catalyst which was Rust Pit Island; its sheer size was enough to blow anyone’s mind away. Fran wasn’t the only one who was stunned at the sight of the gargantuan ship; both Allen and Charlotte were also damp with cold sweat and shivers down their spines. Fran himself couldn’t even stop the slight shakiness his knees were in at the moment.

Starwbeard laughed his heart out when Allen asked him about his objective, “Well then I suppose its about time I filled you up in what I intend to do with this weapon, I’m quite sure that a certain organization called the Craftsmen had already called out to you, Allen Sai.”

‘Craftsmen?’, it was the first Fran had heard about an organization that went by that name, and it was even weirder that this group reached out to Allen before. “Craftsmen? What is that organization? Captain, is it true that you have met with people from that group before?”

“You can be that he pretty much has, so how about it Allen Sai, have you came up with an answer to our offer? But before you answer, let me give you and your companions a tour of the inner sections of Cosmos, well the parts which have been excavated and repaired anyway, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!.”

With that Fran, Allen and Charlotte were brought up along with Strawbeard into the Cosmos, while the rest of the crew who were still held captive were ‘insurances’ in case any of the three did anything funny. The trio was accompanied by two heavily armed men who escorted them into the hull of the Cosmos. The interior of the ship was pretty large, as expected, but the amount of detail that was apparent in the interior blew Fran’s mind away. It was practically like walking across an art gallery. The walls were a little bit worn out and really dusty from all the red soil, rocks and sand that had invaded the inner walls of the ship, but one can really see the fine details carved into every corner of the hallway.

As they entered the second hallway, a number of men were working on the sides, carving out all the soil and sand that were stuck in between the walls and as well as restoring some of the more important parts of the ship. Further down the pathway was a staircase which led to the upper floors which Fran believed is where the command post was held. The group proceeded upwards, maybe five to six more levels until they finally reached the deck.

“So, what do you think? This ship is rumoured to be even stronger than the legendary weapon Pluto! Now Mr. Allen Sai, how about that answer? I believe that the organization had given you ample time to think about it already, and with what you have seen today, I’m pretty sure you know full well how capable our organization is, so, what do you say?”
Fran C. 'Bull-Skull' OsgraveArtisan 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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Every minute that Allen had to stand there, receiving words from Strawbeard, the more and more he realized how strange and horrid of an individual he really seemed. He said he wanted to fill them in on what the weapon was going to be used for, before he said that Allen had probably been updated on it already from the Craftsmen. The name brought back the memory from Salt Island, where the strange man had given Allen the box of pepper pills which made him immune to the effects of Salt Island. ”I don’t know anything more about the Craftsmen beyond the name.” Allen said quickly, although it seemed like and the next sentence he was about to start would get ignored for now, as he and his two other companions would start getting corralled inside the ship, as two armed men followed them inside, as well as they kept their companions locked within the cages to make sure Allen and co. didn’t run off on their own or tried to do anything stupid.

Despite being forced to walk inside the battleship, Allen’s Carpenter side of him quickly started admiring the non-rusty handiwork that went into the making of his ship. Everything that was inside seemed to almost be handmade in the making, and just as he was walking around, looking at everything he could at once, he about smacked into one of the rusty walls. And would have too, if Charlotte hadn’t grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him back to make sure he didn’t. ”Stay focused,” She hissed at him, glancing her eye at Strawbeard just to emphasize her point, as Allen quickly realized what he was there for again and came back into focus. Despite how great the interior of the ship was, the ship was still as dangerous as ever, and with a mad-man like Strawbeard controlling it, the bullet was still in his chamber, so to speak.

Through another hallway they passed by a group of men working on getting all the dirt and grime out of the ship. It seemed that the crew wanted nothing to go wrong with the ship, and to make sure that nothing did go wrong they wanted everything to be as it once was in its hay-day. While Allen was still uneasy about the whole escapade, the amount of dedication that was being put into this ship was absolutely incredible. It just made it all the more dangerous to have around, knowing that it was both super deadly as well as a masterpiece on the inside. Shaking his head, he knew that his training underneath Stone was coming back to him, as they had worked on some incredible designs in their time together, but nothing this elaborate of course.

Before long, they were going up a flight of stairs. Allen didn’t know where they were being led to, but he brought up the rear of the trio, making sure that if anything would happen with the armed guards, that he would be there to jump in front of his crew mates before they could do too awful much. It seemed that every staircase that they took led to another floor, which had another staircase on it. With no one talking as they ascended, Allen thought more about escape routes just in case something popped up, as he looked to his left and right at each floor for some door, window or way out, but without having the time to go and closely examine the passageways it seemed like a hopeless effort in the end. Soon enough though, their trio had come to a stop on the highest level, which seemed to look like some sort of control room from the looks of it.

When Strawbeard started questioning Allen again, he knew that he couldn’t answer the question in his right mind without knowing what he was saying yes or no to. ”I am not aware of the question that you are referring to, Strawbeard,” Allen said, stepping in front of his two companions as he tried to look as intimidating as possible once again. ”The man I met on Salt Island said nothing about a question for me, although if you ask me the question once again I would be able to give you an answer now.” The Captain said, giving the best glare he could behind his sunglasses at the man in front of him. In all actuality, he was pretty scared out of his mind. The man had a battleship that was said to be stronger than one of the old weapons of legend, and without knowing its true potential Allen knew he could be walking into a trap with his words. But, he had to know what the question was before he could move on with the tour. Or with their execution.
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The sniper had frowned when noticing it was the buffoon and his pet waking, the duo had never exhibited any useful qualities beyond ship tinkering; Allen already did that. She had never considered them as worthy of her attention, and continued in the same fashion by steering her gaze towards the large vessel at the centre of the cavern lake.

The scrap between former crew member and captain was a prelude to her awakening; she knew nothing of the pained struggle of Fran though would have probably grinned spitefully if she had observed the weak display. What she did hear was the naming of the daunting shape in the water, Cosmos. Cosmos’ island decimating armoury was not apparent by ranged inspection, even for an acute observer, though ultimately Clover’s poor knowledge of ships and all kinds of aquatic transport made it difficult for her to appreciate the destructive marks dotted around the metallic vessel. What she could appreciate were the numbers behind their captors, it had taken only a handful on the surface to lock down the village yet many more worked below with the ship; a basic diversion strategy. What she didn’t understand was the purpose behind the Artisan’s capture.

The discussion between Captains held the details to solving that, so she listened in on them with her back turned.

Only once did she deviate from eavesdropping, turning her masked face so slightly to the prankster that had called to her and pointed at the cage. A cold gaze rested on his freakish animal friend. He suggested they escape with so many people present, though quite confident in her ability to survive, Clover could not account for the capabilities of others. This had also been the crew that had captured them flawlessly, the Sniper mentally citing unfavourable conditions for her defeat.

“If you want your pet to survive the cage, you’ll be silent.” She growled in a deep tone before turning her attentions back to the ship, and her ears to the conversation.

For anyone to be interested in Allen Sai was baffling. Yet Clover heard Strawbeard clearly, he was demanding an answer to some offer from their useless Captain. Was the mountain of a man the victim of the ocean wide papers that likely proclaimed him the valiant leader of a feared rookie crew? Only an ill informed mass media could spread such a lie, or perhaps her own perceptions of Allen were warped by a continuous sequence of unfortunate events that left him very much in the wrong. She dismissed the latter idea, the chances of such a run were nigh impossible and the carpenter had not displayed one redeeming quality thus far, beyond his ability to harass people into joining his unfortunate plights.

The rail cage came to the end of its track.

Despite knowing that two of the caged captives had woken, their guards made no effort to rectify this issue or some alternative course of action. They seemed quite comfortable with letting them roam the small space, probably the number of pirates affiliated with Strawbeard justifying their decision, though Clover did not agree. By now Allen, Fran and some bimbo had disappeared inside with Strawbeard and his key men, leaving them with the plentiful stragglers that either lacked the prestige to enter the excavation site or remained as sizeable threats to make them reconsider any break out attempts.

Her belt felt light without the weight of Quadsong. Her cloaked remained heavy with the various bolts she used as ammunition for the absent weapon, a strange case of oversight by her searchers. Clover had doubted they had done a thorough job from the offset, her disguise remained intact aside from the damaged helm that had been her attacker’s doing. Only the very apparent crossbow had been pilfered, which whilst being her main source of attack was not her only one. The muted female was perfectly capable of other forms of carnage. It didn’t stop her from seeking out her missing weapon, locating its distinct design in the hands of one member of their captive audience.

He seemed to be tinkering with it. That annoyed her.
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After giving the directions to the idiot, Ol’tin brain started snapping about shutting up if he didn’t want Bya to die. Nemo looked right at the egotist “ya your probably right, with Galles Still out cold, me and Bya wouldn’t stand a chance against all these people. The whole crew knows you wouldn’t lift a finger to help any one other then yourself.” Nemo then turns to study all the things around him first looking at the two men that were pushing the cage noticing how they looked to be all brawn and no brains. Though it wouldn’t be the first time a semi intelligent individual wanted to focus on mass and strength either. but then again they weren’t acting like they were thinking much either. but he looked around seeing more of those around them most not in immediate attack range by sword or arm but there were those with nice ranged weapons as well. And they could defiantly pose a serious threat to the other three and a little bit to himself. Though that ability of being able to take sever blows was a great strength his greatest weakness was the lack of being able to do much damage to those he fights. He then notices that one of the men was holding Ol’tin brains weapon. Nemo just began to laugh loudly, as he looks to the idiot and says “now isn’t that just poetic” as he continues to laugh. He continues “they stole your toy from you. And now taunting you with it. What a fitting treatment.”

Nemo with a smile still on his face, then looks to the ship and water below them, for that is were his greatest strength lays. It is in the building and dismantling of ship’s being easy work for him. and the movement and grace he has in water, was of greater ease. Let him get to the water and there would be few of these kidnappers that could take him on. Nemo knew he had to study the exterior of that ship as well as he could looking to find its weak points and what it would take to leave that ship as water ready as metal rod. going over it he knew he would have his work cut out for him. For the ship was built so well it would truly be a shame to make it useless. He just thought to himself that its two biggest weaknesses are its weight and that it is stuck in rock meaning to remove great amounts of water or adding great amounts would devastate it. Though that would be the hardest of this ships weak points to exploit.
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“I’d wisen up if I were you, Allen ‘Allen’ Sai, I don’t know what the organization sees in you and your ragtag crew other than your meagre bounty, you’re not much.”, one of the two gigantic men who followed Allen and company commented rather menacingly from behind. Fran simply nudged off the man knowing the Artisan’s captain was merely buying time. However, the navigator deemed it a little pointless seeing as how they were practically outnumbered, out gunned and outclassed by Strawbeard’s men.

Fran took the opportunity to look around the deck; it was a massive deck compared to the Orcher, may seven to ten times bigger. Three gigantic mast erected in a single file coupled by six smaller mast which were scattered in between, the major mast were already polished and reconstructed back to near perfection while the smaller mast were still being completed. Looking further down the back of the deck Fran notices that there were also some men working on the ship, polishing, sculpting and cleaning. Everyone was as big as the men behind them, maybe bigger.

Strawbeard raised his hand once more, signalling the guard to back off, “Now, now, we’re all civilized people here, we can go on without the threats now can we. Alright sice Mr. ‘Allen’ here seems to have a rather fuzzy memory, why don’t I refresh you, the organization, The Craftsmen, are offering you and your crew to join us in our conquest against the World Government.”

Fran stood speechless not knowing what to do. His voice seemed to have dried up like the rest of his saliva within his mouth and words seem to jam halfway through, but the Artisan got his voice out with a little cough. “Let me get this straight, you want us to join you to counquer the World Government? I know its kinda fun and all to deal with Marines and maybe blow a few bases, but the World Government is a whole other thing all together, you’re basically fighting against the world here! It’s CRAZY! SUICIDAL!!!” Fran did not waste time to project his thoughts upon hearing the proposal, something that he might have been better off with his mouth shut.

The man behind Fran did not like the tone which he talked to their captain, and drove a knuckle straight into the navigator’s face. The fist squarely landed on Fran’s unsuspecting face with the weight of the assailant, Fran’s smaller frame gave in to the powerful force of the attack and tumbled down, rolling straight into the railings of the deck. He held his hand unto his face and cupped it to his broken nose. Blood oozed out from his nostrils and tears uncontrollably leaked out from the tip of his eyes.

“I’d mind my mann-“

BANG!

Smoke and the scent of gun powder wafted from the tip of Strawbeard’s six-shot magnum pistol, he had a stern look in his once jolly and uncaring face which most may perceive as almost menacing. “I’d mind my business if I were you. And that goes to you too.” The remaining guard swallowed a hard gulp when he answered a meek ‘yes sir’.

Fran was slow to get up as he was still feeling the burning sensation rising up from his nose and as well as the strange feeling that something was off about his face. As he tried to scrunch his face, a shot of pain erupted, “Urgh…” he then knew he had his nose broken. With his left thumb, he pushed the misaligned nose back in place so that he could breathe properly once again. Standing back up, the afro-man just noticed the man who had punched him was now on the ground, dead.

The huge captain re-sheathed his gun back to its holster, “Now then you’re answer, Allen ‘Allen’ Sai?”
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Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

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Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

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The world around Allen seemed to be shifting more and more as Strawbeard and the guards around him were acting more and more strangely. Apparently the Craftsmen, with Strawbeard as the way to contact Allen and the Artisans, wanted him to help them overthrow the government from the looks of it. As the Captain was still trying to get this information wrapped around his head, one of the guards that had been ‘escorting’ them along quickly punched his Navigator in the nose. Just as he was trying to comprehend the situation, the captor quickly pulled out his nearest gun and shot his crewmate in cold blood right in front of their eyes. His eyes widened, seeing the man die before he even hit the ground. The world became numb with the noise in his ears, as he glanced from the dead body to the cold blooded killer, not even being affected by the sight in front of him.

Seeing the man’s mouth moving, Allen assumed that he wanted an answer to his question. As the world became less numb around him, he could hear Charlotte’s breath pick up, obviously not used to this sort of thing that was happening. Biting his lip, he looked up at Strawbeard, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted to say without pissing the man off anymore. Walking in front of the group, he only went two steps ahead of his crewmates and towards the towering giant of the man, gulping from the bottom of his stomach as he gave it his best appearance to show that he was going to mean business with what he was going to say next.

”So, you want me and my crew to help you and some other people simply tear down the government from its roots? Is that your group’s major plan, Strawbeard? Huh!?” Allen growled out these words, in a lot harsher of a tone than he would’ve liked to have done with it. When he started, he couldn’t find the off switch on his voice, allowing his opinions to fly out from his mouth in an effort to try and put this asshole of a Pirate in his place. ”Don’t you realize what could happen if you bring a fight against them? Innocent people and lives will get hurt within the backlash of your attacks against them.” He said, first trying to reason with the man, although the anger in his voice was steadily getting stronger and stronger.

”I know I’m not a man who should walk free from a trial, either. I’ve gotten blood on my hands many a time, but not due to hatred. I was protecting someone or something whenever I did those acts, which may seem a lot more justifiable than you killing your own man out of cold blood. I know he hurt my crewmate, and I was about to jump him myself, but simply killing him with a bullet wouldn’t solve anything of the matter!” He yelled out, eyes glaring down at Strawbeard’s without trying to flinch in the slightest. The man was a very intimidating figure, however, and it was hard not to lose in an intimidation fight. He had to show what he meant though, and that meant not backing down from him.

”The Artisans will not be joining the Craftsman this day, Strawbeard.” He said, giving his best glare that he could. ”Now, I’d appreciate it if you would let me and my crewmates go, as well. Then we can all go on our own merry way.” Allen said, knowing that his tactic of trying to get them out of there in one piece would probably not work for him, but he had to give it a shot. Anything to get his crew out of there.
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She had been quite clear about the terms. The pattern was reoccurring every time she made some form of threatening suggestion, spanning from her demands for an abrupt surrender from her foes to this latest callous disregard for her words. The people that had not surrendered were dead. The Markswoman remained silent as Nemo continued to jabber on, bizarrely trying to hit on some point about her loyalty to the Artisan cause. If she had minded, the Sniper may have questioned the usefulness of the prankster beyond a bit of wood work; alas Clover could not care less about such a remark.

What the calculating female did care for was the lack of respect. For whatever reason, the carpenter believed he could mock her without punishment in the cave, perhaps crucially forgetting that he had no means of escape if she should turn on him. No bars were between them either, the enigmatic girl was a ticking death trap in such a situation, Nemo had probably never witnessed the sharp points and hooks that could easily be ejected from her legs. His confidence was illogical.

The briefest of analysis lead Clover to a single conclusion; that he remained this way because she had opted to threaten his pet instead. The Sniper understood that most people were more caring and sentimental than her, that they formed strong links with certain people, in this case an animal; by tearing that strong bond asunder, she would inflict more damage than by simply stamping on their throat. This seemed to not be the case for the prankster. Did he not care for the mutant creature that followed him everywhere? No, she refused to accept that.

The moron had to be bluffing. She found that more irritating than the Strawbeard pirate that was messing around with Quadsong.

His fitting treatment would be a bleeding artery, then observing the death of his pet as he bled. Clover didn’t think their captors would mind too much, though on the off chance that they did, she would be quick and precise so they could not obstruct the punishment. A vicious smile gleamed beneath the crumpled helmet of the Sniper. Usually she would take no pleasure from dispatching people, yet a realisation of how much she disliked the carpenter for his attitude made her envisage causing him harm as something quite enjoyable. She wondered if it would be the same when she turned on the other two idiots in the crew, hopefully their bounties would repay the months of stupidity endured to capture them. That was for a later date though.

He made too much noise, even with her back to him, she could tell his location. All that mattered now was which artery she sliced. Killing him outright would ruin phase two of his punishment, the carpenter needed to watch his pet die for it to be effective. If she were to go for the neck, he could botch her work with an awkward movement and cause his windpipe to also be severed in the process; he would probably die faster that way. Clover vividly remembered where those particular vessels lay, she had a rough map in her mind from the medical books she had pilfered from Paw and the biological knowledge required for working on cybernetics.

Beneath the shoulder seemed most promising, if she hooked down correctly with her legs than the bone would not matter at all. To be sure, the Sniper resolved to swing around and strike him in the fleshy region between neck and shoulder blade, enough damage to incapacitate him perhaps? Nemo had survived quite a lot of unfortunate events; she plotted a blunt follow up in case he didn’t drop straight away, only rough work. A piece by piece sequence of events processed through her mind in the matter of seconds it took to predict his reactions, several scenarios considered; the bonus of a quick mind.

She was fluid. When the Sniper wanted to move fast, her movements could become impossible to track for the human eye; before all the observers of the cage and her target, she flickered. A simple rapid pivot on her foot, left striking leg raised in the same instant and arced around as she spun towards Nemo with precise intent. As her leg moved through the air, the hooked blades ejected from the calf that she was swinging down on him with; lately she had tinkered with the speed with which they sprung out so they would keep up with her rapid movements.

They would reach full length in time to slice into the unfortunate carpenter’s shoulder region and carry out her malicious desires.
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Before Nemo even turned from studying the ship's weak points, the blade hidden in clovers calf slammed tearing into the lower base of Nemo's neck slicing deeply into the flesh as Nemo tried to reach up to cover his wound he started to yell out at the crazy psychopath "you finally lost your mind, I hope the artisans finally kill you." but at the rate clover was going flying in her attacks on him probably didn't get it all out.
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Strength: 19 Speed: 43(36+7)(50 submerged) Stamina: 104 (65+39) Accuracy: 22 Fortune: 35
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Strawbeard apparently wasn’t too pleased to hear Allen’s answer, “Well, I suppose I couldn’t really say that I’m disappointed with your reply. But with that being the case, I have no choice now but to get rid of you and your crew.” As big as he was, Strawbeard suddenly hunkered down, leaning his left shoulder to the front creating a U shape by bridging both his knuckles together. The time Fran spent away from his previous captain had made the navigator’s memory all rusty; he had completely forgotten how fast and agile Strawbeard was even for a man who stood more than seven feet tall and weight in more than a hundred and fifty pounds. Strawbeard seemingly disappeared from where he stood and reappeared on top of Allen, delivering a crushing punch straight towards the Artisan’s captain’s skull with force enough to break titanium in half.

Simply reacting towards his reflexes, Fran grabbed the nearest thing he could with his hand. He first delved on the wooden deck’s floor, hoping to find something of use but to no avail. Fran’s eyes could somewhat track the hulking aggressor in his steps as he was about to deliver the blow. Panicking, the afroman plucked one of the buttons on his yellow cloak, held the circular metal against his curled index finger while his thumb was lodged behind it. Flicking it with his thumb, Fran launched the button towards the gigantic man who was too preoccupied in his attack to notice.

The button found its mark, hitting Starwbeard by the temple. Fran’s attempt to distract the man succeeded as his would be lethal punch created a small crater on top of the deck, a few inches from Allen’s right foot. The shockwave created from the punch however was more than enough to blow the lifeless corpse of the man Strawbeard shot earlier, along with whatever else was laying near the spot.

Fran quickly followed up to make sure that he took Strawbeard’s undivided attention to give Allen and Charlotte enough time to react to what was happening. “STRAWBEARD!!!”, shouting on top of his lungs, the navigator lunged forward with every ounce of power he had in his body. He stiffened every fiber of his muscles, hardening them to squeeze out whatever it had. While he himself knew that his attack might not mean anything at all, he still firmly believed that even if he could just bruise Strawbeard at this point then it would be fine.

His punch roared through the air like a mason’s hammer coming down a piece of rock protruding in a quarry. A blunt sound echoed as soon as Fran’s almost white knuckles buried themselves into Strawbeard’s cheeks. Fran could clearly feel all the power channelling through his left arm, sending a world of pain right at his target, however, Strawbeard’s head was as stiff as a tree and his face did not show any sign of pain, his eyes however darted right at Fran with a piercing stare.

It might have been the adrenaline pumping through Fran’s veins that nulled his sensory for a while, but given a few seconds more, he suddenly realized that it his knuckles were already broken to several pieces. He retracted his hand, opening his fist was close to impossible as pain slices through every time he tried to spread his fingers apart. “URGH!!! What in the wor-“ Fran took a second look at Strawbeard’s face, nothing had changed, his face was the same as before, no tearing of the skin to reveal metal underneath, no sudden change to a diamond, no nothing, it was just plain skin.

Strawbeard then stood back up, glaring at Fran. The navigator began to feel a cold shiver coming down his spine, his legs began to feel wobbly all the sudden and the pain he felt earlier seemed to have died down. Beads of sweat formed by his brow and trickled slowly down his cheeks up to his chin, his eyes widen as he could not believe the realization that he had been paralyzed by fear. Soon a volley of punches which felt like a hundred sledge hammers blasted Fran off the deck. The impact sent the navigator’s body flying through the railings as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His consciousness started to flee while his body dropped down the side of Cosmos.
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Strength: 55 / Speed: 30 / Stamina: 118 / Accuracy: 35 / Fortune: 55

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Strength: 101 / Speed: 40 / Stamina: 30 / Accuracy: 50 / Fortune: 51

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The reaction of the huge man in front of him had not been quite the reaction that Allen had been expecting. Deep down, Allen had been hoping that Strawbeard, hearing his answer, would simply let them go on their own merry way. But, it seemed that the man had another suggestion as to how he would react to the Artisan Captain’s answer. As the man leaned forward and shifted his weight, Allen blinked and when he opened his eyes the hulking giant as gone. Seeing as shadows appear on his face that tinted the lights, Allen looked up to see the man crashing down with his fist steering straight for his face. With this came a quick panic throughout Allen’s body, forcing a paralysis of sorts as he froze at the spot he was standing at as the fist came closer and closer to his face. But, just as it seemed that the luck was not on his side, something smacked the man in the face as it distracted him just enough so that Allen could avoid the strike.

Moving his body, the punch landed just near his right foot, as a shockwave was created from it that blasted back both Allen and Charlotte from where they were standing. Having no more paralysis at the moment, the Captain landed on his back with the Medicine Woman not too far from where he had landed. Sitting up, he saw Fran yell at the behemoth, as he tried to give the two of them some time to react to the situation at hand. ”FRAN!” He yelled out, quickly bringing his arms apart as he broke the chains which had binded them moments before. Turning to the Doctor, he quickly pulled on the chain between the cuffs as he turned to see the Navigator soaring towards his former Leader, striking him in the cheek with as much force as he could muster at the moment.

If only Fran’s strike had done more. His Navigator had to back off from the strike, holding his hand with pain as Allen looked to see that nothing had been moved from Strawbeard’s face. Not even a scratch could be seen, as the man was quick to turn on his former crew mate as he let loose a volley of punches upon the poor man. ”NO!” Allen roared out, seeing the Navigator crash through the window and start soaring towards the ground below. Turning towards the stronger man, Allen knew that he didn’t have much time and he had to choose whether to buy Charlotte some time or just dive after Fran. Luckily, he didn’t have to make the choice. The Doctor quickly ran towards the window, pulling out what looked to be a whip made out of metal, as he dived after the Navigator, trying to catch him before he hit the ground.

Angling her body in the right pattern, she was able to reach Fran before they both hit the ground. Curling one of her hands around his metal limb, she was quick to lash out with her other hand as she tried to latch onto anything she could that would protrude from the exterior of the craft. Luckily, she hit something as the two of them had their fall halted almost abruptly, being only ten to twenty feet off the ground. Until the rope gave way and they fell the rest of the fall.

Upon the deck, Allen chose to try and buy some time for his crew now. Not even looking to see what the other guard had been up to, he turned on his heel and ran straight towards the man. After seeing Fran do no damage to him before, Allen doubted he would be much better, but he had to try. Once he had gotten up to a decent speed, he jumped towards the man, pulling back his right fist before attempting to shoot it straight for the man’s torso. Just as he shot it forward to impact with the man, he seemed to vanish from in front of him. ”Wha-“ Allen said, crashing to the deck as he could feel the ground beneath him start to shudder around him. Starting to feel his breaths hitch in fear, he desperately gazed around the room, trying to find the opponent in which he could not hit at the moment.
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She had judged the distance in their abilities correctly; even struck a little faster than necessary should the prankster be the deceptive sort to hide his true prowess. The Sniper had always doubted such intelligence from the carpenter though, and was correct in her scepticism as the first hook sunk cleanly between shoulder and neck. Two more jagged, curling spikes also penetrated into the soft region as she swept her leg down so that it rested neatly on his upper torso. By then the liquid red had started to paint her blades, so she withdrew them to avoid spoiling the lower segment of her attire and boots.

As fluidly as she had struck, Clover twirled on her standing leg and snapped the striking limb back to the floor; standing on the edge of her toes should any counter surface from her victim. It seemed to not be the case, he shouted anguished words meant to damn her or perhaps infuriate her further as he bled, and that was all he did in retaliation. In a grim way, the words were simply music to her ears, a pleasant chord that rewarded her gruesome intentions, basic satisfaction for a misdeed. Though the enigma did not consider herself entirely criminal, it was moments like these that allowed her to understand the thrill pirates got from being ruthless lawbreakers. She could relate to them before swiftly taking them down.

The Artisans kill her? She smiled beneath her mask, sufficiently amused by the thought. Being captured did not ruin her supreme belief in her abilities, circumstances had been stacked against on that occasion, and the enemy had been a complete unknown. In stark contrast, she knew the tricks of her crew members whilst they understood only the most basic parts of her retinue; if they knew more, then the fight would not happen because it would be a losing one. Allen and Fran remained morons though, so the potential for needless combat always remained; she would welcome the prospect and hand them over in a bleeding heap.

But this was merely punishment, not murder. Her grand scheme was hindered at present by the surrounding cage and the many guards on viewing, to initiate a betrayal amongst hostile ranks was poor strategy that belonged to Allen. She had maimed Nemo to help him, to help them all get away by confusing their watchers. The punk and his animal suffered unfortunate wounds for the greater good, a twist she could easily apply even with the few words she tended to utter when spoken to by her crew. Precise excuses could come later, the Sniper had further maiming to do to her fellow prisoners.

Her gaze fell on the carpenter’s pet companion, a mutant spawn she could never identify. The uneasy movements outside the cage, shouts of confusion and even those urging her to continue the bloodshed, fell to the background as she focused solely on the activity inside the cell. If she made a move, Nemo would probably try to react even in his sore state, the bond of a pet was supposedly strong. Clover decided she could easily deal with that though, and edge towards the animal with clear intent. The crimson smeared hooks had remained in clear view for a reason.

The Sniper’s movements grew incomprehensible for the standard eye again, standing out of reach one moment and then beside the creature the next. She angled her leg as she appeared beside Bya, hooks on edge as she swung the leg past the animal; intending to slice the freakish thing along its side.
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