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The After Dinner Payback
Topic Started: Aug 31 2011, 07:40 PM (1,722 Views)
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Leander had just finished writing his entry within the journal. A documentation of all their adventures so far. It was quite a long entry however, nearly filling up a quarter of the pages within the book. Looking at the book he closed the leather cover and set it within the the inside pocket of his suit placing the pen on the inside. He was tired but that didn't exactly matter as it was mid afternoon, he'd spent the entire night writing it seemed as he looked toward the clock in sorrow at his missed nap time. Normally the nocturnal man would be attempting to sleep about now but considering all the tasks he had to do as well as the fact that Sawyer would be up probably getting into trouble made resting peacefully impossible.

Tossing his captain's cloak back over his shoulder's Leander walked out of his cabin room, making sure to lock the door securely before leaving and went out peering over the side of the deck. Honestly he expected Ryoto to be coming out anytime now, Sawyer and Maya in tow behind him. Ryoto would be suggesting a logical plan, Sawyer a illogical one, and Maya would be doing something smart. That wasn't too be though, as Ryoto was gone from the crew and Maya was in a coma. Come to think of it he had never once interacted with Maya personally, not even really listening to her often. It was sad since he somewhat liked her, she made the place... what was that word? Diverse. Yes diversity was a great thing when for the most part all you were stuck around were guys.
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Th thought hadn't occurred to Rel until after his date yesterday. If Hastings got to the island on his own, then he would obviously have a ship. Rel wasn't sure how big his crew was, considering not many of them had a bounty, so he assumed it was a small amount. Even if there was a larger number, the cursed man wasn't too worried thanks to his new devil fruit. It was said that Hastings had a devil fruit as well, but Rel figured it wouldn't help him escape his new found powers. The inventor didn't have much time to practice with them to be honest, although he did teach himself how to shoot the beam on purpose, and that's definitely a step-up. There were a couple gadgets he'd been working on as well. Those were only prototypes, however, and still needed to be tested.

Sure enough, as Rel jumped from branch to branch through the jungle and toward the coast, he found a vessel with a jolly roger. It was a skull with a rose in its mouth, which Rel found odd since it wasn't too intimidating. Rel wasn't sure what their crew name was, and he didn't particularly care right now. The only thing that mattered was that Leander Hastings was standing on the deck, in the open, with no one else around to protect him. Rel might of put more planning into his next move in a normal situation, but right now he was overtaken with a single emotion: pure rage. "HASTINGS." Rel launched himself off of the branch and straight for his target, readying a shot by pointing his right hand at the pirate. "Noro Noro Beam!"

Hastings must of been distracted with something just before Rel ambushed him, because he took the beam in its entirety. Rel wasn't about to take time to question the reason for his slow reaction time and decided to make the best of it instead. His reaction time was about to get a lot slower. Rel knew that, compared to Hastings, he was just a rookie. If any rookie stood even the slightest chance at beating this mass murderer though, it was him. Every second counts, when it comes to fighting Rel. "Cash-Out!" Rel landed onto the railing of the ship, just in front of his slowed opponent. The impact caused the wood railing to crack under the pressure, but he managed to keep his balance as he unleashed a barrage of coins. The marksman's hands moved so fast as he clicked the dispenser, shot a coin, and repeated this multiples times that it would be extremely difficult for the untrained eye to follow.

Usually, this attack was a very inaccurate technique since it spreads out in a cone formation. Due to how close Hastings was, however, all of them hit him in the torso. Nothing would happen at first, considering the affects of the Noroma Photons, but that would change in a moment. "Time's up, Hastings."
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Heat singed the hairs that were scattered along Sawyers forearms as he slid the metal brownie pan into the oven. Sweat from the ovens intense heat glazed the young chefs hands, but fortunately they were protected by a thick pair of oven mitts. To be specific, a pair of oven mitts that were decorated to look like a cozy teddy bear. Lifting the ovens transparent glass door to a close, Sawyer was thoroughly happy with his culinary creation. Now all that was left to do was to wait for the brownies to cook and inform the rest of the crew of the up and coming dessert.

Although Sawyer was still butt naked from events that had taken place earlier that day, the chef still felt that the frilly pink cooking apron that he was wearing was concealing enough. Well at least for addressing his crew mates about a brownie filled evening. Exiting the kitchen, Sawyer made his way towards the lounge.

Bursting through the doorway, the dimwit immedietly began to speak with a large grin on his face. “Hey guys I just put some brownies in… the…. Yeah.” Sawyer said, his voice trailing off as he realized no one was in the room. Not even Leander, who was writing in there earlier, was in sight. As for Maya and Ryoto, the birdman had completely forgotten about their recent absence. Loneliness was quickly beginning to set in. “Will you be my friend?” The dimwit asked the teddy bear oven mitt that he held up to his face so its googly eyes looked into his. Sawyers neck went limp and his head dropped down in depression as the oven mitt shooks its head no. “I didn’t think you would…”

The ships wooden floor boards creaked under Sawyers feet as he frantically raced up the vessels stairway. Small teardrops that collected on his chin began to fall to the ground with each step he took. Sunlight enveloped the young chef’s person as he swung the deck door open. His eyes flicked back and forth, searching the deck until he spotted his captain looking off into the distance.

Swiftly darting to Leander, Sawyer immediately wrapped his arms around his captain’s thick chest and then proceeded to shove his weeping face into his back. To make things even better, just as the dimwits tear filled hug began, the wind blew his aprons knot free, letting the only piece of clothing that he was wearing fall to the ground. “Leannnndeeeeer!” Sawyer whimpered. “I miss that one girl! And Maya toooooo~” The crying buffoon waited for a few moments, but to much surprise, his captain didn’t respond. “Leander?” he sniffled as he looked up towards at the doctor. “Why are you moving so slow?”
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"What th.." Leander was cut off from cursing about who was screaming his name so unnecessarily loud realizing his words were coming out slowly at a excruciatingly painful pace. What had happened to him? Somehow this kid had frozen him it seemed. Shit! This was bad. Obviously this newcomer meant business, and wasn't in the business of selling girl scout cookies. What was worse however was that Sawyer had taken this moment to come up from behind and hug him. This wasn't the time to be emotional at all, though Sawyer was completely right. At this moment however the pressing concern was that the both of them were in danger and he couldn't do anything at all, even warn Sawyer of what was happening. It was completely frustrating, however if he had known Sawyer was hugging him in the nude his frustration would have increased ten fold, thank god for those small acts of mercy.

The newcomer had landed up on their ship, the boards cracking under the pressure. This was a beautiful ship and already Leander wanted to pound this runt's head in. What was this guy's issue anyway? Leander had to admit though that the kid dressed amazingly well, that didn't really matter though but considering he couldn't do shit he had nothing to do but think. Cash out? What the fuck is that? Was what he thought when Rel had thrust out several coins, each coin striking his abdomen seemingly completely inneffective. There were several things surprising about this, the first was that the coins had struck him at all, whatever this guy had done to him obviously made going intangible harder. The second was actually funny as the coins had done nothing at all, he hadn't even felt them hit. The idiot had frozen him with no way of harming him. That was a hilariously bad plan as surely Sawyer would now be ready to react to the guy.

Suddenly time caught up to him really fast, all the coins striking him at once their combined effect equal to a strong punch to the gut. The blow caught him off guard causing him to skid 2 feet backward on his heels as his the breath was knocked out from his body, his mouth retching open to gasp for air. Pressed against his back as he skidded along he could feel Sawyer's nude body, the mental image he conquered nearly made him see red yet he pulled himself together. "Sawyer put your clothes back on. We got company and I don't think he's here to sell brownies." Leander said making sure to hold eye contact with Rel the entire time.

Bending his leg's low in a crouching stance, his elbows tucked in as his fingers curled into fists. He had quite a few questions for this intruder and he wasn't going to stop beating on Rel until he got them. "Alright. Who are you and what the hell did you do just back there? I can't believe theres another fucker out there who can get past my logia defenses so easily." Even talking he was on his guard, no way was he letting that time freeze thing happen again. This kid certainly had power but Leander knew who among the three present was the most powerful. "I have friends on this ship and you can bet your ass i'll tear you a new one if you think i'll let you do whatever you please and put them in danger."
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Rel couldn't believe his eyes when a man (who he assumed to be a crewmate) went behind Hastings and gave him a hug in the nude. He was confused beyond comprehension, but that was the least of his worries. He would find out more about that later; right now, he needed to focus on his primary target. If Hastings was weaker, then Rel probably wouldn't be as zoned in. Unfortunately, this smokeman was known to be very strong. I can't take many punches from this asshole...I need to slowly weaken him if we get into a brawl. As much as he hated to admit it, Rel knew he stood a minuscule chance of winning against him. If this guy could wipe out an entire town, then what did that say about being able to fight someone one-on-one? That fact of destroying a town was his whole reason for being here though.

"Who am I? Who the hell am I? No, I think a better question is who the hell do you think you are, 'Heartless' Hastings? You may think you're hot shit, but you're nothing but scum." If Rel's anger wasn't apparent through his tone of voice, then it certainly would be from how he said scum. The word almost oozed out of his mouth, and his face turned from a pissed off expression into a disgusted scowl. The more Rel spoke to this guy, the more he began to wonder why he was even here. "You destroyed an entire town on Cactus Island, mass murdering innocent people." Rel reminded him, just in case the pirate had forgotten. He didn't want there to be any confusion as to why he was attacking him. The surprise entrance was mainly to gain his undivided attention, and it worked splendidly.

"You asked who I am and what did I do." The inventor jumped off of the railing at this point, walking toward Hastings with his hands curled up into fists at his side. "I'm Rel 'Trick Shot' Martingale, and I am a revolutionary. I fight for the people, defending them against the corrupt World Government that currently holds all the power." He raised one hand above his head like a scale, representing himself. Then, he put his other hand much lower, closer to his waist level. "You, on the other hand, destroy the lives of helpless victims. My reason for coming here is simple; I want to make sure nothing like that ever happens again. At this point Rel put down his hands and stood still, just glaring at the pirate with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. For now, he ignored the dimwit with no clothes. As odd as the man was, he was too intense about what was going on to bother with him. "No reason you give could possibly be logical enough for wiping out all of those people, but I need to hear the story nonetheless. Depending on what I hear, you may or may not be getting the slowest ass beating of your life."

Rel wasn't quite ready to explain the 'what did I do' part yet, which would be giving away how his powers worked, but Rel did give Hastings a bit of a tip as to what his devil fruit could do when he stressed the word 'slowest.' There wasn't as much rage as there was earlier, and instead it was replaced with a mixture of frustration and impatience. Being the strategist that he is, Rel did not want to start a huge fight with this guy. At the same time, Rel would fight to the death if there was even a slight opportunity to take this monster out. Never the type of jump to conclusions, however, Rel decided to hear his side of the story before trying to kill him. A badass thinks before he acts...unless that badass is overcome by pure rage; then it's okay.
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Sawyer wasn't exactly sure what was going on in the slightest. The chef’s nude body was something that usually infuriated his captain to the utmost extent. However this time, Leander didn’t seem to notice at all. It seemed as if he was too busy being all slow motion-y to care. Which come to think of it, wasn’t something Sawyer remembered his captain doing all that often. Wiping away the remaining tears and blowing his nose in his captain’s jacket, the dimwit finally pulled away from his hug. Still standing behind Hastings intimidating figure, he peaked over Leander’s shoulder as to see what he had been staring at all this time.

Across the deck, the birdman spotted the eerie figure of a new arrival aboard the Black Rose ship. Based on the man’s intimidating stance, Sawyer had a feeling this newcomer wasn’t here on friendly terms. His theory was proven as the man suddenly flicked something their way. Sawyer had no idea what it was at first, until he felt multiple poking sensations in his stomach and began sliding back along with his captain. The attack wasn’t more than a slight annoyance, but the fact that he could feel it through Leander’s body meant this guy wasn’t to be taken lightly. The dimwit wasn’t sure why Hastings didn’t transform into smoke in the first place, but he was sure glad to have had a human meat shield in front of him.

“Why would I bother buying brownies from him when I just threw some in the oven?” Sawyer responded to Leander in complete seriousness. However the other remark his captain made, about getting some clothes, probably was for the best. In the past, fighting in the nude was found to be a bad choice time and time again. Jogging over to the side, Sawyer found an arrangement of numerous boxes piled on top of each other, with a large tarp covering them. Improvising, the dimwit tore a large section off of the tarp and wrapped it around his waist as to cover his unmentionables.

By the time the dimwit was done with this, Leander and this stranger had already broken out in conversation. It was becoming apparent that this was more than just a spontaneous attack. Standing in between the two but off to the side, Sawyer tuned the trio into a triangular formation. The birdman’s knees bent, his heartbeat slowed and his fists clenched. This was quite a standoff and he planned on waiting for someone else to make the first move before he struck.

As he listened to the strangers rant, Sawyer couldn't help but see the reason for a lot of the man’s anger. “You did go ape shit on that town Leander.” The dimwit mentioned with his arms crossed. Leander didn’t need to say one word for Sawyer to know that it was time to be quiet. But then listening to Leander’s rebuttal, the chef realized that his captain called him a friend. Sawyer’s eyes grew large and shiny as he finally was able to look up to Hastings as a friend. It wasn’t the time or the place, but joyful tears began to collect within the buffoons eyes. Within a matter of seconds, he was the sobbing mess that he was just a few minutes earlier.

With this new emotional confidence, the crying buffoon had a change of plans. Screw waiting for someone else to make the first move. Sawyer was gonna protect his newly declared friend. “Dontchu hurt my fwiend!” The dimwit cried out through his weeping face. Racing towards Rel, the birdman’s arms flailed wildly, throwing limp punches everywhere. Yet despite their appearance, the punches broke through everything in his way, including wooden boxes and beams. Finally reaching Martingale, Sawyer sent three punches with blaring speed towards his chest as waterfalls of tears flowed down his cheeks.
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"'Heartless Hastings' hmmm? What a clever little line they came up with." Leander murmured to himself while Rel seemed to go on with his angry tirade. Of course Leander wanted to know what Rel's purpose here was but frankly Leander was too interested in himself to care whatever motive this punk came up with. The fact that the media had labeled him as heartless was much more interesting and funny to him. While he didn't care for many things he did have a heart and a sense of justice, even if at sometimes it was a dark and twisted thing. The fact that those in control of the media had called him heartless was so amusing. While he may be a bastard, he was at least better than those fucking pigs who called themselves noble and defenders of justice to justify their monstrous actions. He didn't have any delusion to him being a monster, a person who kills, especially one who takes enjoyment in it is no longer a man but the dark shadow of a beast. He at the very least acknowledge that, something others of higher rank of birth in the world had yet to do, he would make them though. He would bring them all down to their knees begging for mercy, though they would find none.

As Rel went on though Leander found himself laughing, finally finding out the reason that Rel was so upset and determined to fight while ignoring Sawyer's idiotic ramblings. Honestly he wanted Sawyer to hide or fight, or at the very least put some clothes on as he was almost completely positive the birdman was nude. The determination he saw in Rel was admirable if not stupid, Leander could sense the fear coming off of Rel through the body language he displayed, he was obviously very concerned about fighting him. That let Leander know that Rel wasn't as powerful as he'd presumed at first though those coins had hurt quite a bit. "Hahaha so that's what you're upset about?" Leander said shaking his head in disbelief, his right hand coming up to cover his face. "Hmph i'm still going to therapy over that shit. Pretty much that place was hell for me. Yeah I feel bad but let's just say it had it coming, plus if you didn't hear on the news I tried to make up for it. I fought off this weird bug guy, maybe you heard of him? Horus."

At least the idiot had given a clue into his powers, that meant they were close to even now on intel level on each other. Rel seemed to know a lot about him, yet all he'd learned so far was from Rel's speech pattern clue by holding emphasis on the word slow and the experience he'd just had that Rel's powers somehow slowed people down. Most likely this as due to devil's fruit, however his was superior, even if he was no longer able to become intangible in smoke to avoid being hit he still was physically stronger then Rel from what he'd seen and the ability to produce and control smoke which was extremely hard to escape from was a impressive ability that Leander commanded.

Leander could hear Sawyer sobbing in the background about Leander naming him a friend. Honestly Sawyer was his friend, even if the guy was a idiot, the two of them tended to have a lot of fun together. He wasn't expecting though for Sawyer to attack though, and was immediately caught offguard by the sudden readiness to fight that Sawyer exhibited attacking crates and all before finally aiming correctly at Rel though he was unsure if the attacks would hit. He had to help out Sawyer though, he wasn't sure which of the two were more powerful but he didn't want to leave Sawyer's life up to chance. While Sawyer had begun ready to try and hit Rel Leander had lifted his arm up his hand shooting our his wrist becoming a long extension of smoke as his hand moved foward at a blurring speed to hopefully grab ahold of Rel's neck, if he could simply grab ahold of Rel he knew he'd have a advantage as once the smokeman grabbed ahold of something it almost never escaped, one of the perks of the smoke logia. Perhaps then Rel would be more interested in talking rather then fighting if he were detained.


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Honestly, Rel didn't want to bring anyone else into the fight. He had expected Hastings to have a crew of sorts, but the cursed man figured he could slow them to avoid a major fight. Of course, that was thrown to hell when Hastings' crewmate suddenly started charging toward Rel. At first, he wasn't too worried with how terrible his form was. Sawyer didn't even seem that serious, considering he was just flailing his arms all over the place. Rel was proven wrong, however, when Sawyer broke straight through multiple crates with those flimsy punches. The inventor was sure he could take a punch or two, but the last thing he needed was to be weakened before even starting the fight against his real target.

Oh, and there was that smoke pillar headed straight for him as well. Rel was so preoccupied with Sawyer, that he didn't even notice the arm of smoke until it was just in front of him. "Noro Noro Beam!" If not for Rel's keen eyes, he might of gotten screwed over. The smoke, along with Sawyer, was slowed, but just in time. The smoke managed to grip the lapel of his jacket, effectively holding him in place. That was fine alternative though, since it would have otherwise grabbed his throat. Barely. These two were stronger and faster, but that wouldn't be enough to make Rel back off. A badass never turns back. This thought brought a smirk to his face, although it was soon replaced with a scowl again as he was about to Hastings' previous words. Before he could do this, Rel knew he needed to change Sawyer's direction so he wouldn't get pounded in the face by those flailing arms.

"Buy-In." Rel flicked another coin, this time making it bounce off of the mast and back into Sawyer's side. The effects wouldn't occur until after time caught up with him in a moment, but this punch-like attack would hopefully be enough to knock him away. Rel didn't want to hurt Sawyer, but he also didn't want to get smashed in the face. Now that time was beginning to catch up for the two of them, Rel began to speak. "You're laughing about the death of the population of an entire town? You're the most worthless piece of trash I've come across. If you're laughing, then you don't 'feel bad', so don't lie fucker. I don't care what kind of therapy you're taking. You destroyed innocent lives, and I can't let you do it again!" The cynical laughing was all the proof he needed. Someone who truly felt sorry would act remorseful or have show some kind of guilt. This bastard was just chuckling though, which was unforgivable. Rel wanted to avoid a fight, but what if this guy tried to do the same thing to a different town? It had to end here.

"Tronc Coins! Noro Noro Beam!" These were one of Rel's more simple, but favorite inventions. After flicking about ten of them in rapid succession, these coins began to bounce all around the ship, hitting the railings, mast, floor, and anything else before hitting another object. The beam was not aimed at Sawyer and his captain this time, however. Instead, it hit the tronc coins, causing their momentum to suddenly stop in mid air. His two opponents were already unslowed by this point, but in another second they would have to worry about coins bouncing all over the place. Rel would have to worry about it as well, technically, but his Noro powers kept him relatively safe luckily. These weren't to be taken lightly, considering each coin felt like a punch and their power would increase the more times they bounced. If anything, it would make fighting Rel a lot more difficult, since they'd need to focus on dodging the incoming coins in addition to his Noro Noro Beams.
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Sawyer’s eyes locked in on his target. His fists shot forward like cannons, each one faster than the last. He was not yet in striking range of Rel, but he was nearing it and fast. The chef was still slightly hysterical, but nonetheless he was still attentive enough to keep his barrage as quick and as deadly as before. Yet just as the buffoon was about to get the chance to land a strike on his opponent, his entire body started to move as slow as a sloth.

The slowing affect caught Sawyer by surprise, and startled him immensely. The shock had caused the dimwit to pee himself slightly, and now in this state of slow motion, he could feel the urine slowly transcending down his leg. “Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt.” Sawyer said to himself in super slow motion. He was gonna say something else, but decided it would’ve just taken too long. All he could think about was how sucky the next fifteen minutes of standing in him own piss was gonna be. Losing the chance to land a hit on their opponent made it all the worse.

But then, then beam that held Sawyer at bay suddenly dispersed. The chef was relieved for the chance to step away from the puddle under his feet, but he wasn’t out of the woods yet. Like a natural reaction, the birdman suddenly dropped to the ground, dodging a coin that zoomed by overhead. Training with his captain had brought the chefs reflexes to a level they had never seen before. Not to mention his strength and speed had increased immensely.

Before Sawyer rose back to his feet, his fingers crawled across the floors floor till they found a large plank of wood that had been broken off one of the crates he destroyed earlier. Rising up, the birdman swung the plank like a bat and sent a coin that had been racing his way, flying in the opposite direction. “Think that was a homerun Leander? Do ya? Do ya?” Sawyer asked like a dog begging for a treat. But before he could get an answer, another coin came from nowhere and struck the dimwit on the forehead. The force of the coin knocked Sawyer onto his back where he clamped his hands around his forehead and began rolling around in pain.
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Leander was vivid as he was yet again near frozen solid, frozen solid actually would have been less annoying as this moving at a ants pace was just plain outright frustrating. Already he'd figured out the physics of how this ability seemed to work, it was actually one of the more scientific of the devil fruits. While he wasn't a expert in physics he knew enough about it to deduce this simply logic, pretty much despite how slow they went the force behind the objects stayed thus when time sped back up again it all hit for super powerful blows at once. This wasn't exactly a problematic ability for him to deal with but it was definitely annoying.

As they were unslowed yet again Leander ground his teeth in frustration to find coins bouncing all over the ship. If they struck as hard as the others had before they were certainly in for a problem. This was enough! Leander had tolerated this kid and given him a chance but now his patience was running thin. Leander's body was prepared each coin that bounced around he made sure to keep track of with his heightened senses a few bursting through his smokey body, his reflexes high enough now that he for most parts use logia abilities instantly in most situations to avoid injuries. He wasn't just playing defensive though, his arms were now crossed over his chest as smoke began to pour off of him, his legs bent as well. "White hunter!!!" Suddenly with a loud roar he threw out his arms 66 tentacles of smoke bursting out from his his upper body each one flailing out wildly around him. With a quick turn of his head from the left to the right he sent his tentacles out, each in a swift movement that blurred to the eyes as the struck the coins down to end their bouncing tyrany.

Walking toward Rel, the tendrils of smoke raging out around him Leander stared down the lad with a intense glare, his smoke arm retracting back to him more and more as he moved closer. Of course he could move much faster then this, this walking pace was extremely slow however he wanted to savor this moment and possibly deliver the appropriate amount of fear into Rel that the kid seemed to be lacking. "You come onto my ship, and come after me and think you could just walk out of this okay? Oh no my foolish friend you are severely mistaken. I don't need to explain shit to you!" Leander yelled pressing his face almost right into Rel's as the two were inches apart from each other, his hand still gripping Rel's clothing. "Tell me you're a revolutionary you said right? Thats something we have in common at least. I doubt you've ever witnessed your brother die in front of you very eyes twice though have you? I bet you'd probably snap right? Hmph. You don't know shit. The real world is harsh kid and yeah i'm a bad guy but at least I try to do the right thing most of the time. Theres no point however in getting stuck on the past though or you'll never be able to change the future. You have no idea what happened there so don't even think to judge me. Now if I let you down now will you behave or should I start breaking things on you to be on the safe side?"
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The attempt at an attack was a failure. It was a complete failure though, considering the flailing guy was struck with one of the coins after hitting another one with a wood plank. He was surprised they could keep up with it, but was shocked as the smokeman grabbed all of his coins. Rel knew of the unique abilities that came with the logia type devil fruits, although he had never imagined something like this was possible. Why didn't I think it through more? I didn't expect this...If things get much worse, I'll end up a corpse. He hated to admit it. For the first time in a long while, Rel wasn't feeling so confident. His hands began to shake and his lips trembled. It could be mistaken for fear at a glance, but then his eyes immediately showed what it truly was; sadness.

Rel didn't know if a badass was supposed to cry or not, and unfortunately it didn't matter. He couldn't help himself as he felt tears well up. He kept a strong face, however, and stared into Hastings' eyes with a grimace when the man got right into his face. So close, and yet Rel couldn't do much about it. I could slow him again and try to break free...but he'd just catch me again once the effects wore off. He had decided to fight earlier, and all that conviction was demolished now that he realized there wasn't any point. Compared to 'Heartless' Hastings, he was still just a rookie. "No, I haven't experienced that. What I did experience was my parents slowly and painfully dying of a disease that could have been cured with help from the Government. They turned their back on my hometown, and have damned a lot of good people. You just called me a kid, but I think you're more ignorant than me. You can't call what happened on Cactus Island a 'mistake' and move on. Revolutionaries fight for the people, so what kind of revolutionary are you if you kill the people you're trying to free?"

In response to his 'will you behave' question, Rel lowered his guard to show that he wouldn't fight any more. He couldn't make any promises about later, but for now he was done. The built up tears were from frustration and depression about his parents, how they could have lived longer if the Government was just and cared for their people. Rel was even more upset now that he knew Hastings was a revolutionary too. He didn't make any sudden movements, though Rel did ball up a fist to keep in his pent up rage. Such a piece of shit, and I can't do anything to stop him. A pirate would be understandable, since by nature they are generally bad people and do bad things. A revolutionary, though? Mass murder of innocent civilians didn't come to mind.

"How can you follow a leader who snaps and mistakenly kills people?" Rel asked Hastings' crewmate, both curious and upset as he glared at the dimwit. It just seemed so unthinkable. Did they really just move on after this happened and not reflect upon it? Hastings sure as hell didn't seem too shaken up about the subject, and even thinks it's not a big deal. Can a single person really make up for such a terrible sin? Rel doubted it. If he couldn't kill the guy, he wanted to make Hastings reflect upon what happened at the very least.
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A bright red mark had already begun forming under Sawyers pressing hands. The coin had hit the chef with more force than he thought possible. Sawyer finally stopped rolling out on the floor, however his forehead still throbbed in pain. Sitting up, the dimwit traced his index finger around his forehead, checking for any cuts or bruises. Strange bumps and ridges that seemed to outline the indentation of a skull, met Sawyers touch. Pulling his hair up so his forehead was clearly visible, the chef turned to his captain. “Leander, is there anything on my head?” He asked. Sawyer waited a few seconds before he realized that his captain was too far in a rage to bother noticing the indentation on his forehead.

As the birdman sat there listening to Leander and Rel argue, his hands reached behind his back for something to lean on. Surprisingly, as his hands were about to meet the ground they were intercepted with an old pair of pants that Sawyer had left there weeks before. “We’re still workin out the kinks.” The dimwit responded to Rel asking what kind of revolutionaries they were as he pulled one leg at a time through the pants. Finally clothed to some extent, Sawyer rose to his feet and then promptly zipped the jeans’ zipper.

The situation had become overwhelming for the young chef. There really wasn’t much he could do but wait for one of the men to dispose of the other. The tears beginning to build in Rel’s eyes told Sawyer that this guy was truly more than a disgruntled bystander. But when Leander’s in a rage like this, the birdman didn’t dare getting in the way. “Well you can’t say no to that face.” Sawyer responded to Rel. Taking a look at the angrily tense expression on Leanders face, the birdman began to second guess his statement. “By the way, did your coin leave a mark on my forehead.” Sawyer added as he slicked his hair back and looked at Rel.
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Leander set Rel down gently and slowly, he felt slightly bad about how he had treated Rel after hearing that story. They had both experienced similar situations, it was their reactions later that changed. Perhaps it had something to do with their different personalities or how it was they experienced the deaths. Rel's parents had died a horrible death for sure but unlike Leander it hadn't been a violent death. He still fully couldn't accept that he was Colin even now, it felt much easier to just say he was Leander as he'd spent the majority of his life now thinking he was someone he wasn't. It was really a confusing situation.

Looking away to avoid showing sympathy for the youth which his eyes betrayed from the hard shell he put out he muttered off a unintelligible reply to Rel, "Sorry about your parents." Brushing the invisible dirt off from his clothing that only he seemed to find now he straightened himself while the tendrils seemed to evaporate from his body, a habit he did while mentally calming himself. It was true he was still somewhat angry about the attack but it wasn't like he wanted to fight with everyone, he only went after those who he needed too.

"So did you come out here all the way just to kill me? Can't say that was the best of plans kid but at least it's better than the mess we've gotten ourselves into on this island." Leander could hear a loud noise moving through the jungle, snapping trees giving away to the presence of a mighty beast. It was most likely one of the dinosaurs however as they'd just recently freed them from captivity. Yeah it's just a T-Rex or something, nothing to worry about. He managed to convince himself, while continuing talking. "So yeah turns out they were trying to cause the extinction of dinosaurs once again, even on this paradise for the poor creatures. It didn't turn out well but we stopped... them..." Suddenly from deep within the jungle a giant boulder easily the size of half the ship was hurtling through the air heading to crash down on them from above. "Everyone duck! White out!" Leander shouted his hand bursting into a large stack of smoke that covered over the boulder holding it up high in the air. They were all lucky he had noticed it, that boulder would have easily killed them from the sheer force and if not that considering everyone present was a living anchor they'd have drowned.
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Rel didn't exactly like the casual tone his enemy started using, although that didn't really matter much when a boulder was suddenly launched toward them. The smokeman managed to catch it with the same move he used to catch all of Rel's coins, so it didn't surprise the inventor when the tendrils stopped the rock from smashing them. How the smoke had enough strength to hold back such a heavy object, Rel didn't know, but he assumed it had something to do with matching Hastings' relative strength or something of the sort. He was about to make a mental note to ask him about it later, and then remembered about the whole 'wanting to kill him' thing, so that wouldn't work out. Oh well.

Instead of focusing his aggression on Hastings, Rel found it much more productive to bring his full attention to the incoming attack. Another boulder? Hastings was still caught up with the first one, leaving it up to either Rel or the dimwit to take care of it. He had seen the guy and his strength, but Rel believed in the phrase: If you want something done like a badass, do it yourself. Er, something along those lines I think... Rel couldn't quite remember the saying word for word, honestly. "Cash-Out and Noro Noro Beam!" The dashing marksman jumped up and shot out a barrage of coins toward the boulder. It's possible he might of been able to destroy it with just that, but Rel wanted to be safe. Instead of having the coins collide with the boulder, he slowed the coins so that boulder would collide with the coins.

The giant rock crashed against the immovable projectiles, then shattered into smaller pieces and fell to the ground. A second later, the coins were allowed to abide by the normal law of physics and suddenly shot in the opposite direction they were originally shot. Since Rel jumped before shooting them, the coins simply flew back past the ship and toward the ocean, creating a couple splashing sounds in the distance. "Who the hell did you piss off to bring this upon yourselves?" He was amazed that there was something or someone on the island with enough power to lift and chuck boulders like baseballs. Then again, dinosaurs were pretty big, so he wouldn't be too shocked if it was just a T-Rex that learned to throw stuff. He did witness a T-Rex that learned how to snowboard not too long ago, so not many odd people/beasts would seem outlandish to him at this point.
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By Rel’s silence, Sawyer figured the coin had indeed left a mark on his head. “Ahhhhh, I don’t wanna look stupid in front of any of the dinosaurs or anything.” The dimwit complained as he tried to rub the mark off vigorously with the tips of his fingers. However, the more the chef rubbed his forehead, the redder the mark got and the more ridiculous he looked. “Did I get it?” Sawyer asked again, but to little avail. This dangerous encounter between the two men seemed to be keeping a tight grip on their attention. And the chef was sure reluctant when Leander finally dropping Rel back onto the deck of the ship.

“Now that’s the way to be! Let’s just all get in on a big group hug.” The birdman offered with his arms held out in a warming embrace. Unfortunately, the chefs hug was never accepted by either of them. “Why no hug?” Sawyer questioned as he shrugged his shoulders at Leander. Then suddenly, his captain yelled something out in which he only understood part of. “What? There’s a duck?” The buffoon questioned as he turned to look at whatever it was that Leander’s eyes where fixed on. “Oh shit!” He called out as he swiftly fell to the ground, just narrowly dodging a giant hurling boulder.

Small pebbles rained down on Sawyer as Rel and Leander destroyed the barrage of boulders. Nonetheless, something needed to be done. They couldn’t just sit around all day destroying rocks. Whoever was throwing them needed to be dealt with before someone was hurt. The only issue was that Sawyer was still weaponless. He had to improvise.

Wrapping his arms around the pole of one of the ships large masts, he tugged it until the wood broke in an explosion of splinters. Then spinning the large mast around like a bat, he hurled the mast towards the forests edge in which the boulders were coming from. The unlucky caveman who stood there had no way of dodging the mast’s large size and was crushed as it came down on him. “Oh wait; we need that, don’t we?” Sawyer suddenly realized. Swinging over the ships railing, the dimwit began sprinting through the deep sand to retrieve the large mast that lied numerous yards away. All the while unaware of the several other cavemen that were waiting in the forest.
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