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| A Work of Art Etched by Inactivity; Arty Rustyventure Part 2 | |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Oct 2 2011, 06:48 PM Post #16 |
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The pain shooting threw his body was enough to make focusing quite difficult, leaving what he saw as a bit blurry. That is till Nemo spotted the traitor spinning around heading for the still unconscious animal lying on the cage floor. Nemo’s rage sharpened his focus to crystal clarity when he saw the blood coated blades aiming right at his friend. He quickly grabbed the bars of the cage and thrust both his feet up and straight for the traitors back as hard and fast as he could, hoping if not to break the freaks back then to at least thrust him into bars with enough force to make the psycho think twice about going after his friend. Bya just coming out of the gas induced slumber woke to the pain of a migraine filling his head as he slowly began to open his eyes to see the iron headed woman standing over him with blood soaked blades pointing right at his hide. |
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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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| Nary | Oct 4 2011, 08:17 PM Post #17 |
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The body of the Atrisan’s navigator free felled by the side of the largest ship that had ever graced the island of Rust Pit, his spiky afro dangled almost as lifelessly as his soulless body, devoid of any signs of life whatsoever. His eyes were white and empty, the man known as Fran was nowhere in sight. The powerful punches which Strawbeard had attacked him with seemed to have so much power that even his very soul was damaged. Fran was a very tough individual per say, his physical toughness had been his sole redeeming point throughout his adventures and battles. He’d be struck down, slashed to the point of incapacitation or even when his limbs were gutted off, he still stood strong, unwavering and would definitely strike back, that was the kind of man he was. But there he was, lifeless, and in a matter of seconds, he’d hit the ground and maybe break into a few hundred pieces of mush and bloody goo. Just like that, Fran’s life would end, with such irony too, to be killed by the very man who set him into the path he was taking now, as well as the very same man his aspired and sought after all these years. Being killed by a powerful man doesn’t seem like a bad way to go, however, being killed like some kind of pest didn’t cross Fran as a decent way to die. As his consciousness started to regain authority once more, the afroman suddenly remembered the look Strawbeard gave him before the giant hammered him off the deck. Fran’s pupils regained their lively colors once more and the single armed man shot back up from his premature grave. “DAMN THAT STARWBEARD!!! LOOKING DOWN AT ME AND AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF RESPECTING HIM!!! Hmm… wait? I’m not falling?” realization started to kick in after some time, he sat up on the wooden flooring of a few floors from the deck, the huge trap that covered the wall had helped minimize the damage he took and looking to his side, he sees the female doctor laying on the floor with a whip on one hand. Still missing an arm, Fran looked around to see if there was anything he could use to fight with. The corridor he stood in was a smaller version of the one they passed by, but there were still several antiquities which decorated the room. Such as a huge fan shaped like a guitar with a very ornate handle. Being a navigator, Fran immediately saw the practical uses of the fan as a weapon rather than something to cool down with. He grabbed the fan off the wall, tore the tapestry behind it and slung the newly acquired weapon onto his back. He approached the woman on the floor and nudged her awake, “Hey are you ok? Thanks for saving me from falling, but right now we need to get back to Captain Sai since he’d prolly have his hands full.” Right now Fran needed to make sure they were all getting out alive, and his resolution to fight his former captain had already been forged in steel. The man he once knew was definitely gone, and probably that man will never return. It’s time to show Strawbeard what Fran C. Osgrave can do after all these years. |
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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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| Drifter | Oct 10 2011, 05:18 PM Post #18 |
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Despite his mind trying to tell him otherwise, he knew that he was not alone sill within the walls of the prison that surrounded him at the moment. The air in the room seemed almost still in a way, but slight rustles and moving dust around the area alerted him to the fact that the man he was now engaged in combat with was still floating around him. Just as Allen was starting to look back over his shoulder, he was just able to see the fist that was careening towards his face. The punch sent the man careening out of his spot, and would have sent him flying out the window of not for one of Allen’s gauntlet spikes sticking itself into the floor, as his body quickly flopped backwards in an attempt to keep moving forward. Since catching himself accidentally, he quickly shook with pain as he fell back onto the floor, attempting to wedge his gauntlet out of its holding spot. Seeing the dust move about him again, Allen quickly had to make a choice: Either keep trying to no avail to have his piece of armor removed from the ground around him, or simply break it and try to fend off the man a few more minutes. ”I have to do what I must!” Allen said, turning his arm in a way to break the spikes as they snapped just as he rolled over on his side to dodge a downward axe kick that had been made to hit his head square on the dot. Finishing that roll into another one, Allen was able to stand up and get moving in the room again. He felt the welt on his face already starting to swell up, making the bump harder to run with as more air friction caused it to make weird sensations which were hard to deal with as he was trying to make sure he could keep running around to be a harder target. Unfortunately, it would seem that his plan would quickly fall through as just as he was getting up to speed again in the room another punch would find its way to his gut as it cut off his running route as he quickly fell hunched over as his momentum carried him forward and down, making him roll on the ground as the air was knocked out of his lungs over and over again. Once he got it back, he would see a large, almost demonic like shadow hovering over him, holding a pistol. Not wanting to look up, Allen simply got on his hands and knees, trying to figure out how to get out of the situation. Making up his mind quickly, he quickly brought down his fist as hard as he could, feeling the ground crack from underneath him, before it gave way and sent him tumbling down to the floor below. As Fran was trying to communicate with Charlotte, she would grumble as she was getting nudged. She still knew that they needed to get back to Allen and save him, but unfortunately she was in a bit of pain right now. ”Alright, I’m up, I’m up,” She said, pushing herself to stand up although her method of standing was showing clearly that she was not in perfect condition right now. Taking the whip, she waved it to put it in her hand more as she looked around. ”Lead the way,” She said, wincing slightly before wanting to follow him. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Oct 12 2011, 06:13 AM Post #19 |
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A self appraisal may have been given if the prediction had been a difficult one to make. It was not at all surprising when she detected a flurry of movement in the cell, certainly less precise and rapid as her own, akin to a desperate last gambit. When fresh wounds ran deep in important areas, Clover imagined the mind was a haze and prone to half-commands that enacted sloppier reactions; she had picked her point of attack for those reasons. Disabling had been wishful thinking, a possibility when her blades had sliced and sent the man onto his back. Instead he was merely impeded, capable of movements, though not any that would pose a great threat to herself as she carried out the swift gutting on his pet. Even at full fitness, the Sniper doubted he could touch her. She wretched the blade across the creature, having the time to paint her blades a new crimson before the Carpenter rallied into the lunge. Striking leg raised, Clover may have seemed vulnerable for an instant, though the seconds passed and her momentum allowed a pivot of the standing leg. The pained yelp of the animal on the floor prevailed over the metallic click of the hooks, each red point reclining back into the steel compartments they had emerged from. There was no more need of sharp things. “Slow.” She announced mockingly, body twisting as the Carpenter made his lunge. Quite a strange defying action to make, but desperation did call upon odd instincts. She wondered whether Nemo had noticed the blades had already cut his pet, if he could keep up with her fluid strikes and realise the futility of the double kick. Maybe he did know, which would be delightful; fuelling his anger was a satisfying thought. Her swinging leg struck ground and then she decided to evade. The girl being lost to the common eye for the third time in quick succession, only the unfurled cloak that dragged behind her made the task of chasing her with vision remotely possible. This burst of speed was again over a short space, a simple step back so she was out of Nemo’s reach and also away from the bloodied creature he was attempting to defend. Clover slowed as her back brushed against the edge of the cell, a thin metal bar pressing into the middle of her back; reminding the Sniper of the restrictions in their cage. She glanced at where she had been a moment before, where the animal lay wounded and slow master lunged unsuccessfully, noticing the red specks plotted over the floor the prison. She followed the trail of droplets to her right leg, as if she were only just aware of what she had done. The roaring beyond the bars was louder than before. Did they want more? Her eyes wandered along the rows of shouting men, not quite sure why they enjoyed the display as much as she had. If anything, she had anticipated repercussions for lashing out at a fellow prisoner, not understanding why they were kept caged up if they were all so expendable. Then she noticed the less favourable glares in the crowds, particularly the judgemental eyes of the hunchback that had landed her in this mess. He appeared to be giving some orders, she sensed she would not appreciate them. “Stay still.” Clover grunted through the helmet, drawing her attention back to the wounded carpenter. She had attacked him for annoying her really, so she half expected him to not learn and ignore her commands. At the very least, she prepped herself for some back talk as she took a step away from the bars, wary of the activity outside the cage. The Sniper could probably stand his insolence now she had struck, knowing that there was a mutual pain between them made sharing the prison more bearable. The debt had not been paid back entirely though, the whole Artisan crew had terrorised her with too much stupidity for a few wounds to ease her mind. But she needed all of them present to carry out that payment. |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Oct 17 2011, 11:04 PM Post #20 |
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As the blades pierced into the beasts side, roared out in pain in a voice so loud that the waves from the base could be felt with fair force to those in and around the cage. The roar echoed around inside the cavern for a few seconds after the woman stopped slicing into his feathery side when he passed out from the pain that the spineless opportunist caused him. Knowing that he really couldn't do any real damage to the spineless coward of a traitor standing in front of him, at least for the time being that is. Nemo stood up and got to his feet spit right at the eye slots of the mask and then moved to his unconscious friends side to comfort and do the best he could to restrain him when in case he woke up and started thrashing around from the pain and shock. |
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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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| Nary | Oct 18 2011, 06:12 AM Post #21 |
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Truth be told, racing back up the stairway and hallways seemed longer than before, Fran led the way up and Charlotte trailed behind him as they went on. He was thankful that they had not run into too many enemies or strong ones which could have held them in one floor, well up until the second to the last floor that is. There was a swarm of goons crowding along the staircase going to the next floor, which made Fran think Allen might be having a tough time himself. “Gotta clear all these morons first, YO! DICKHEADS CHECK ME OUT!!!” After calling out the mooks, Fran told the female doctor to stand aside while he took care of them. He brought his newly acquired weapon out, an over sized fan. It was wide, overly large and a bit on the heavy side. Fran had a bit of trouble controlling the weapon due to its sheer size and as well as lacking the proper knowledge to handle it, but he had a pretty good idea of how to use it. Fran swung the Fran in a wide arc, cutting down the first wave of men who came in way. Surprise was Fran when the whole lot actually got cut with the edge of his fan, dropping on their knees bleeding their guts out. Upon closer inspection of the edge of his peculiar weapon, Fran found that the sides were actually bladed. He flicked the heavy fan down vertically and created a light gust. “Yeah, I’m loving this weapon, I think I’ll name you… Amihan, yeah I like that name, woops!” Sweeping the blade once more a few more idiots fell to the ground. “ARGH!!! GUN HIM DOWN!!!” The goons then immediately got their guns out which were eventually all aimed at Fran. The navigator could have easily used the wide surface of his fan to shield himself from the bullets, however, there was Charlotte to worry about, and he can’t risk having a stray bullet accidentally hitting her. He needed to think quick, as the men started firing, Fran got his fan and swung it at hard as he could, hoping he could muster something out of it to deflect the bullet. He thought that if he swung it around, theoretically he could produce a gust of wind strong enough to repel the bullets. With only an arm to use, he frantically waved a couple of times sending a turbulent squall fending off the bullet which shot the other way, leaving a mass of injured men. “Well imagine that! Come on let’s get going.” When he finally reached the floor where Allen was fighting for his life, the afro-haired navigator quickly rushed in. “Captain jump!!! Windy Style – Itachi!” Fran swept the fan across the room creating a blade of wind which hovered five inched above the ground cutting anything in its path. In an instant, furniture support beams and men started falling down the floor, leaving a bloody mess. At the very same time a massive roar which reverberated the whole ship could be heard from the outside. Fran ran to meet his captain, “We need to get out before Strawbeard catches up.” Within seconds the massively framed man crashed down from the floor above, “ARTISANS!!!” Fran froze, “This ain’t good, Capatin, we’ll have to jump out the window.” While it sounded stupid, the navigator was confident that the gust created by the fan would be more than enough to break their fall once they do jump out of the ship. Running into a horde of mooks down below was a far better option than duking it out with Strawbeard at this point. Edited by Nary, Oct 18 2011, 06:13 AM.
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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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| Drifter | Oct 22 2011, 07:51 PM Post #22 |
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Destroying the floor beneath him was definitely not the brightest idea Allen had ever had, but at the moment it sure was working well enough for the current moment. As the man fell with the floorboards, he crashed down onto someone that was unlucky enough to be on the floor beneath him. Groaning, Allen rolled onto his back before he stood up to see the room was full of Strawbeard’s thugs. ”I don’t suppose any of you are here to give me a warm hug and cookies are you?” Allen asked, before the men started converging on where he was. The first thug with nothing but his fists quickly fell over due to a quick jab out of Allen’s hand, along with the next few thugs as well. Glancing up at the ceiling, the Captain knew that he should probably start moving away from that location if he wanted to try and reunite with Fran and Charlotte quicker. Having his mindset change into something more that a warrior would have in battle, Allen quickly started moving across the room towards the nearest door he saw. The thugs, each of whom had different types of weapons to attack him with, quickly went down in a few quick punches that would’ve made a normal mook dead. Not even concerning himself to deal fatal blows, he simply wanted to go for knockouts to make sure he would live a little bit longer every moment. None of these people he punched out were on the same level par that Strawbeard was, and for that Allen was extremely thankful. As Allen was running more and more for the door, the men that he had recently encountered were all standing up from his strikes, though they were n where near fifty percent functioning at the time. Just as Allen walked out of the door, he came to a hallway that attached itself to the stairs in which he had gone up minutes before. Turning, he saw a few new faces starting to converge on his spot, and as such he simply started going for the stairs once again, only this time he saw a few familiar faces rushing up them to see him. When Fran yelled for him to jump, Allen was extremely confused. ”Take a doctor’s advice and just do as he says!” Charlotte yelled, her whip in hand as a backup measure for Fran’s rampant actions. Still not understanding the situation at hand, when Fran swung his fan Allen bent his knees before jumping as high as he could into the air. Just as he reached his apex, a rush of wind came from under his feet, knocking his straight jump up off as he was soon falling straight onto his rear as he landed while grunting. The men who had been after him were quickly being knocked off their feet, as they were becoming bloody heaps as they went. ”Ugh, good shot Fran,” Allen said, standing up again as he saw the mess that he made. Just as he was about to agree with Fran’s quick words about leaving the ship, a cracking noise came from above them, as the Captain of the massive ship they were stuck on was coming from the ceiling above them. Fran gave a suggestion of jumping out the window to the people below, and as the man with the pistol landed on the floor, Allen quickly thought of the idea as a better option to what was happening to them at the moment. ”If we’re going, let’s go!” Allen yelled out to them, grabbing each of their arms with his hands as he rushed for the window. Without pause, he jumped straight into the window as the glass quickly riddled his body with glass as they started falling towards the ground. ”Did you all even try to think this one through before you went through with it?!” Charlotte yelled out over the wind rushing around them. ”No, not really!” Allen yelled, letting go of their arms so Fran could do whatever he needed to do to let them survive. Hopefully his bad luck wouldn’t affect them here. I mean, he had to have some good luck eventually, right? |
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| ♠ Shamma | Oct 24 2011, 08:44 AM Post #23 |
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Never learned, one of the many reasons she detested them all so much. So the prankster wanted to bite the hand that maimed him still? She deftly avoided the spittle with a tilt of her damaged helmet, the headpiece rocking uneasily but staying fixed where it had been closed tightly around her crown after the blow that had landed her in captivity. She would need to find a new one after all this, had her rapid movements loosened the metal’s grip? The Sniper lifted a hand to shift it back into the correct position; the green scarf wrapped around her neck had veiled anything exposed by the swaying helm. Surprisingly the first action of disobedience was not follow up with another attack, the wounded carpenter did refuse to remain still but instead went to cradle his pet; doubtless he blamed her for the mutant’s injuries yet it was all his fault, he had teased and tested her patience. Clover deemed his hateful glance harmless enough and lowered his presence on her priority list, instead returning her attentions to the world beyond the bars of their cage. The squalor had lost their volume, though some jeered where she had failed to resume beating up her helpless cellmate. Their words were also harmless, what could harm her was not in clear view at that moment. Clover did not spy the hunchback right away; he was lingering behind a taller man so her view was obscured. But she found him when Vlad needed to shove some lesser crewmember out of the way so he could reach the cell; the short man’s eyes were judgmental and piercing as ever. So he had sent his friend in? The markswoman recalled the moments before her loss of conciseness on the rooftops, where the pale gangly male had burst like a giant red droplet and reformed unharmed after the sliding chimney had fallen off the roof. She had yet to thought into how he had managed such a trick, perhaps it had been unwise to spend her time drawing the blood of her allies rather than planning for the time she would need to draw the blood of her enemies. He entered their cage simply by walking into the bars, the segments of his body that met the steel simply turned into the dark red liquid and reformed once he has passed through, standing as a whole on the edge of their prison. His expression was a crude smile until she glared at him, the thin face of the shifter flinching and he instead looked elsewhere, as if frightened. Clover remembered he had been much the same on the roof, she expected someone who was seemingly impervious to harm be fearless not a coward. Perhaps it was all an act to catch others unawares. “Zat is enough!” He declared suddenly, finding his courage and matching her stare… for a second, before gazing at the floor. Beneath the metal mask, the Sniper was bemused. She liked the idea of being feared, she wished the Artisans were as hesitant and afraid of her as Vlad seemed to be as they would be less likely to defy her in that state… but the pale man seemed to be frightened of anything. He could scarcely look at the wounded Nemo. The odd male was just irritating. Had the hunchback sent him in to annoy her into submission? Clover imagined it was an effective tactic, since no matter how much she swung her hooks; the lanky man would just turn into the liquid and be unharmed. “Zat you thinkz we have not zeen this routinez before, we knowz you harmz zim for pity! To escapez when we come to aidz!” He shouted at the floor, clenching both fists as he mustered all his courage to make the loud accusation. Clover looked passed the messenger and to the hunchback, those judging eyes were less threatening now she knew they were judging her for the wrong reasons. Of course, she had fleetingly considered such a routine but her true motive behind harming Nemo had been… to harm him. It was encouraging to know her watcher was none the wiser, no matter how carefully he observed her. Or did not. There was a noise above the cage, her view obscured by the sheet of metal that served as the roof to their pleasant prison abode; the shattering of glass and a yell following which she recognised and dreaded. The cage shuddered three times, heavier objects landing on top along with the glass that rained haphazardly around the cell. The small crowd that had gathered around mostly retreated to avoid the shards, the few that remained were hiding beneath their arms in an effort to deflect the glass though one was shanked crudely in his forearm by a particularly large segment. Vlad had exploded in fright when the first weight had hit the top of the cage, the volatility of his eruption had left half the prison space covered in the red liquid. The smell of cranberries filled the air as Clover looked up. Three things had landed on top, one was the stupid Captain… Fran had been with him too. Who was the third? |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Oct 25 2011, 12:44 AM Post #24 |
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While Nemo sat there with his unconscious friends head lying there in his lap movement with the bars caught his eyes, when he looked over in surprise. Looking up in time to see the dark red viscous liquid that was this mans parts that came into contact with the metal bars. As he was finishing walking threw the bars. He quickly noticed the mans sickly complexion, how he was so pale it looked as if he hadn’t seen the sun in years, the facial hair looked like it hadn’t been touched in at least a week. And the man was so frail and dangly looking he was sure if you strapped him to a pole in a breezy day he would flap around uncontrollably. that’s when Nemo thought about the butchers husband back home, so hen pecked that he would jump at his own shadow. And how every one watched there back around him hoping they wouldn’t be around if the day came when he finally snapped. This guy has the same look and probably the same dangerous potential, more probably with the aid of the unknown devil fruit he obviously ate. Nemo knew he had to be hesitant around a guy like this but at the same be ready to fight and have his friends back since he cant fight, cause of that crackpot. When the man sternly spoke up Nemo looked him over t6o check out if this was the moment. But when he backed down from the idiots gaze Nemo calmed down a little though the moment he heard what the man said after that Nemo just laughed out loud not to any buddy in particular as he said “Ya that moron doing this as a ruse, not a chance. he is just a heartless traitor who would stab any one of his crew mates in the back just cause he thinks it would be fun for him. I’m sure you take that toilet he calls a helmet off you would have seen a smile more vicious then any of the warlords” The sound of breaking glass then instantly grabbed his attention as he looked up to the sound to when he heard a woman’s voice calling out to some one accompanied by captain Allen’s voice yelling back. Nemo instantly thought what did that pervert do this time? And what did he get this girl into? As the glass showered on and around the cage. Nemo covered Bya’s and his face from the glass just in time as the blast of the red liquid that was the man shot out over everything |
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| Nary | Oct 29 2011, 08:41 AM Post #25 |
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Jumping out the window was a good idea at the time, but now that he was actually freefalling from some five story high jump of doom. Still the alternative to the jump was a worst option of the two. Right now, Fran was feeling the huge pressure mounting from the trust given to him by both his captain and the female doctor. From above, the plunge didn’t seem to be too deep, but once you actually take the jump, it suddenly seem to have added another five stories into the height. Trying to keep his bearings, Fran focused on the timing he needed in order to safely break the fall. He widened his eyes, kept his heart rate in check and his ears shut. As he tightened his focus time seemed to have slowed down, progressing incredibly slower than his fall. It appeared that Fran existed in a space where he was free to move without any restriction. Fran appeared to be in a trance with his eyes unflinchingly kept a lock on the approximate distance between them and the ground below since a single miscalculation in his part could leave them in a pit of trouble. The wind blew fast and furiously against Fran, he kept his fan hidden behind him and positioned it in such a way that he was sure he could quickly and efficiently create a gust of wind to buffer their fall. With Fran’s poker face on, he calmly and accurately judged the distance from the ground perfectly, when they were at the second floor height, he immediately employed his giant fan, sending a strong blast of air towards the ground to break their fall. The landing left much to desire since they felt like jumping from a small mound, Fran himself landed on his ass which broke his concentration completely. Looking around, he felt cold around his butt. As he finally stood back up, he noticed they were in fact standing on top of a cage, which cage it was he didn’t particularly care what struck his attention however was Strawbeard’s men of course began to surround them like ants to sweet candy. Using his brain for only the second time today, Fran skilfully waved his fan slamming the nearest man around the cage before bringing it back in one full swipe, conjuring a turbulent squall which enshrouded himself along with Allen, Charlotte and the cage. “Windy Style – Buhawi! This should by us enough time to regroup, hmmpp, I wonder what we landed on?” Kneeling down, to take a peak, Fran glaced upon the contents of the cage, and to his surprise, he saw the other carpenter of the ship, the guy’s bloodied cat and ‘Tinman’ all clumped up together. “What the hell happened to the three of you, you all look messed up. Wait a sec, I’m pretty sure the captain can do something about it.” Turning back to Allen, Fran asked, "Hey captain, you think you can sand the cage off? Nemo’s pet cat seemed injured, oh all three of them including ‘Tinman’ are down here” ___ Strawbeard peered down at the huge hole on the side of his massive ship. Apparently the huge man wasn’t too pleased to see Fran and the Artisan captain escape. With a pulsating vein up the side of his brow he grabbed his assistant by the collar, “Get this ship’s engine started, we’re moving out.” Starwbeard’s assistant, a very lanky man in his forties protested, “But Captain Strawbeard, sir, an eight of the ship is still buried under the island, if we forcibly pull it out now, more than half the island might sink!” Strawbeard looked the man dead in the eye and replied, “Do you think I CARE?” |
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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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| Drifter | Nov 4 2011, 12:46 PM Post #26 |
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The fall towards the ground was what worried Allen the most about the plan. Wait, scratch that, it was having Fran try and protect them so they all didn’t break their necks on a fall at such a height as they were at right now. Falling more and more, Allen closed his eyes as he decided to make sure that he wouldn’t see the fall coming, and possibly the end of his life as well. The strange thing about the whole spectacle was that it didn’t feel like he was falling from almost the top of an enormous ship, but instead he felt like had just fallen off of a mound like he used to do back when he was a kid. Well, when his friends would push him off of the mound anyways. As he hit the ground, his body seemed to react and roll forward to make sure that he wouldn’t break anything and have no chance to make harmful contact with the ground. Or rather, a cage? ”How’d we end up landing on this th- Nevermind, we probably have more pressing matters,” Allen said, looking over to see Charlotte starting to stand up once again next to them. Looking around, it seemed that Strawbeard’s men were finally starting to notice them and converge on their position. The Navigator pulled up his fan and performed another shield with it, as it surrounded the cage for who knows how long. Just as Allen was trying to figure out an escape route for them, it seemed that the rest of his crew was within the cage they were on. ”I’m sure I can do more than just sand it off Fran,” He said, kneeling down to the top of the cage before pulling back his metal fist with no spikes on it as he punched through to the other side of the metal, before retracting his arm to see the hole that he made. Looking in, it seemed the cage was covered in some sort of… red substance? ”Stand back you three,” Allen said, before he took off his gauntlet and quickly starting using his sand-paper like skin to make the hole larger, more so that they all could fit through it one at a time. Once it was large enough, Allen was able to slide through to make sure everyone was still breathing right now. Nemo and Bya seemed to be injured somehow, but Metaleye seemed intact. ”Charlotte, can you look at my friend and his pet in a moment? They may need some quick medical attention before we get out of here,” Allen said, before turning his attention to the metal bars in the cage. This problem was much more simple: Simply bend the bars to make an impromptu door so that everyone within the cage could get out easily. ”Fran, status report on your wind shield thing?” Allen called out, stepping out of the cage to give Charlotte room to come down and examine his crewmates, which she did so almost immediately. The odds weren’t in their favor on this one, but they’d have to make it work somehow. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Nov 5 2011, 07:41 AM Post #27 |
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The sour smell wafting from the splattered Vlad appeared to be the only harmful aspect of his eruption, the craven did not reform as he merely did and Clover suspected the sudden intrusion of the Artisan pirates had something to with that. He had been afraid of captives, so doubtless freed men sent an even greater chill down his spine. How long could he hide in his pool of liquid, she wondered to herself as the moron Captain and navigator bumbled around on top of the prison until seeing the sense to aid them. She ignored them entirely, of course. As soon as Allen had scraped a way out, Clover drifted out of the cage with an eye fixed on a certain scumbag. She even ignored a remark about their Captain’s terrible hygiene, his ludicrously rough shell had proven useful but that won him no thanks from her. Had he expected any, he was more a fool than she had believed. Yet the idiot was not her focus, nor the other idiot who had somehow swept away the horde of Strawbeards men with the wind. Her cold gaze fell on the sap that had decided to steal her Quadsong when she was captive. He had the audacity to point the crossbow at her till she put a single hook in his throat. He gurgled as she plucked Quadsong from his weakening grip and yanked out the solitary leg hook, maybe some form of protest though it died with him. His peers were still shaken by the blast of wind; Clover took the liberty of shaving off a few of their number with six precise shots. Its firing mechanism still worked smoothly; there was not obvious damage of the frame of the crossbow either. It appeared the dead man had had the decency to look after her prized weapon. Then she noticed a superficial scratch on the grip of the weapon and decided a hook to the throat had been just. Clover waited. Not on the blown away guard’s recovery, nor Vlad’s reappearance from the pool. The carpenter was still conscious and the way he had spit venom about her at the vanished man, she suspected he would cry wolf in a similar manner to the Artisans. Who could blame him though, the Sniper had decided on her cover shortly after the deed and who among them would really dare to take vengeance for the prankster? She twisted on her heel to glare at Fran above the cage. With his large fan, he would have a new trick but he remained the same useless navigator that relied on her for repairs. Her eyes drifted down onto Allen. The Captain was much too slow to pose a threat. They would not do it now either, not if they wanted to survive the cavern, the oaf that had taken them captive was still around and had an entire warship beneath him… The very vessel spluttered, decades of red dust expelling from the mighty exhausts on its rear as she stood in her thoughts. The ancient ship was vast and the cavern windless so she had anticipated some form of technology similar to cybernetic engines to shift it from the spot, though she could still see parts of the Cosmos that remained attached to the rusted metal that the islands was made of. To suddenly pull her free would likely tear the cavern apart; did Strawbeard intend to carry them all alive? And where would he go… Clover could spy no exit, the cavern only had land based tunnels connecting it to a catacomb of underground paths but none of these were in the water nor large enough to permit the Cosmos exit. She remembered the words Strawbeard had uttered before. The superweapon that can decimate an entire island. And the engines rumbled into life. |
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| gonzo v. nemo | Nov 8 2011, 06:31 PM Post #28 |
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All of a sudden the wind began to stir around the cage, growing rapidly at an almost exponential rate, gathering loose debris and dust that sat on the ground in its path. Nemo looked up wondering what was going on, when he noticed that the cage was in the middle of this turbulent wind, while the air inside the torrent was calmer then a gentle breeze. All Nemo could think about was the miniature hurricane that surrounded them, that by the looks of it was just as powerful as the real thing if not more so. The voice of his crewmate then called down, and he looked up to see Fran asking what happened to them. but just ass suddenly as he asks, and Nemo was about to answer, Fran says. "Wait a sec." then disappears up above the cage once again. Nemo just looks back down to the still unconscious Bya and says "Talk about a man in a hurry." when he decided to try to get as much of the strange red liquid substance off of him and Bya as he could, while the short conversation was being held above there head. All of a sudden Nemo jumped in surprise, as Captain Allen punched a hole threw the top of the cage. Nemo quickly looked down to Bya hoping the jarring jolt didn't add to his friends injury. Though he could still feel the breathing expansion and contraction of his friends chest against his leg. So he knew he was at least still alive. Nemo then quickly looked up and saw how the hole was getting increasingly larger where ever the captain touched. after a shot time at the hole it was big enough, he jumped down into the cage and looked them over. Nemo looked up to him and said "Bya here is in the worst shape. All I think I need is a real quick bandage job." As he gave a dark glare at the traitor as he jumped out threw the hole. When Allen called up to the woman. The woman who jumped in looked a little interesting to him, with her green hair and eye patch. Nemo just looked at her as he said "I guess since the captain trusts you, if you can throw a quick bandage on my shoulder, ill get out of hear and guard the cage. That way you can take care of my friend here, he really needs your help." then as soon as the woman wrapped his neck Nemo ran out of the bent metal bars. when the engines began to turn over and come to life. Nemo with quick concern looks at the ship, and the walls still holding a fair portion of the stern of the ship. He knew this wasn't gonna end well at all. As he realized that he is going to really be at a disadvantage in this battle, since he wont be of use for trying to take out the ship at this moment. and his offensive half was not in shape to fight right now. All he could do was guard. Nemo then spots a couple of simple 6 inch iron knives on one of the guys tin head had killed. He quickly grabbed them up. When he got ready to take on any one who came after him, or the cage. |
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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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| Nary | Nov 11 2011, 06:14 AM Post #29 |
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“Uhhh… I think It’ll hold for another minute or two.” As it was just the very first day that Fran actually held his strange new weapon of choice and add the fact that he only thought of these techniques on the spot, hence he really didn’t know how long or how effective they are until he sees them first hand. To say the least, it is a very dangerous gamble for Fran who really has the worst of luck within the crew. Still the turbulent wind he had whipped up remained strong, fending off a handful who tried their luck crossing the violent gust swirling around the cage. For now, Fran was the only other guy besides Allen who could defend the group from the assault from Strawbeard’s men. As the wind slowly died down, Fran noticed a lot of the goons down below had their guns at the ready. It seemed like a bad idea to simply stay at one point, so Fran decided to take a jump down and began his counter attack, luring everyone’s attention to himself. Guns began to shoot wildly even before the afro navigator reached the ground. Using his over-sized fan as a shield, Fran managed to block a few shots, but a good few found its mark. However, Fran was not to be hampered by a few measly bullets which didn’t have what it took to slow the oddly dressed tank down. Even with the hail of bullets coming his way, Fran ploughed through some men waving his fan around stirring up a gust, sending people flying everywhere. While running around, Fran found the box containing his other arm; his cybernetic arm. A burly fat man held it with one arm wrapped around it whilst the other held an axe. The two locked eyes the moment their gaze met. Fran initiated the confrontation with a violent gust of wind strong enough to blow away the people who were around the man, but he was steadfast and unmoving from the spot. When the initial greeting did not even faze the man Fran proceeded to more drastic measures. Jumping over a goon, Fran swiped his leg under the man to get him unbalanced, then using his fan’s flat side Fran smashed it unto the man sending him like a tennis ball towards the guy who had Fran’s metallic arm. Instead of saving his comrade in arms, the guy unmercifully chopped the man Fran threw, only to have his axe wedged into his comrade’s dying body. Taking the opportunity presented to him, the afro navigator dashed straight and used the butt of his fan to knock the wind out of the axe-wielding man’s stomach. After which Fran followed up with a kick right on the chin to knock the man out. Once his adversary was down for the count, Fran had to take some sort of cover to reinstall his dislodged arm. Seeing nothing but hordes of angry men, Fran decided to use the unconscious man as a shield while he reattached his cybernetic limb back to place. While all hell broke lose down below, Strawbeard positioned himself at the helm barking orders by the second. The sixteen jumbo-sized engines roared like a lion that had just awoken from a long, long slumber, hungry for prey after a long night’s rest. Debris from the top of the cavern began to crumble and the tremors created by the huge vessel started to shake the entirety of the enclosed space. For a brief second, everyone froze and took a look at the majestic titan that was the Cosmos. The front of its hull then began to part outwards, splitting the front in four. Out from the hole created came out what seemed to be the most ornated cannon barrel Fran had ever seen. Its shiny silver surface gleamed though the cave and wave-like patterns together with beautifully carved mermaids adorned the entirety of the cannon. Light began to collect inside the barrel of the cannon, followed by a buzz of charging energy. Fran’s jaw dropped as soon as he finished reinstating his arm, things looked grim, pretty grim. |
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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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| Drifter | Nov 14 2011, 07:40 PM Post #30 |
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It seemed that within Allen’s mind, he was wondering if today would be the day that he passed into the afterlife and had his fate weighed once and for all. The monstrous ship that they had just escaped was now ascending to life, as it shook the foundations of the cave at its core. With the wind shield quickly disappearing around them, and the swarm of angry men upon him Allen knew that if he were to die at this moment he would let his crew down and surely all of them would die. He wasn’t going to allow that to happen, no, not today. Nor ever. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket, he started walking towards the outside of the shield, just as it finished its vanishing act leaving the Artisans without cover and shelter. As the onslaught of bullets came upon them, Allen watched them almost in slow motion as he quickly made his move towards what could be his final moments. Taking off into the crowd of people was not a move a genius tactician would’ve done, but the Captain was no such person. As he ran, he could only hear his old mentor’s voice telling him one thing: “Survive.” The bullets that passed by Allen were not all misses, as he could feel some of them scrape his skin along with penetrate it quite often. That didn’t stop him from knocking the life out of any of the Strawbeards his first ran into. If one could have noticed his eyes, they would’ve seen that it was a look much like an aged warrior would have. Before his metal fist punched their lights out within the next few moments. With debris falling around him, Allen continued his onslaught of attacks straight through the line of enemies that he met. Not knowing if he was able to knock all of them out, he tried to put as much effort as he could into each strike. Pushing through the pain that was searing through his body at the moment, he struck down another soldier for hire before he noticed most of them were no longer heeding him much attention. Instead, they were focusing on the behemoth that was still stirring awake beside him. Or, more importantly, the machine that was now being pointed straight at them. The cannon was nothing like Allen had ever seen before, it was possibly the largest firearm within this part of the Grand Line. And yet, it was being fired up to destroy the crew once and for all. All because Allen didn’t want to take down a Marine base. It was against his morals to do something unjust like that for no reason, but now he was his crew were surely doomed to die within his cavern, correct? No, there HAD to be a way out of this. ”I’m not done just yet Strawbeard!” He yelled out, knowing that the man could obviously not hear him just yet. The buzzing noise from the cannon still wasn’t something that should be heard by any just person’s ears, but there could be a way not to stop it but… ”FRAN!” Allen roared out at the top of his lungs, feeling the air from his gut almost seem to disappear within itself, causing a paradox of sorts around his being. ”FRAN, wherever you are! I need you to give me a boost up to the cannon itself!” The Captain yelled out, desperately trying to find his Navigator who had seemingly gained the powers of nature itself with the weird fan he was now wielding. |
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