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| KileyBarker | Mar 19 2012, 03:40 PM Post #16 |
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A True Hero
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Heather was mere seconds away from having an enjoyable evening when it happened. A woman, a big woman, had not only driven away her companion, but had also confused Heather for a male. 'Why,' wondered the girl, 'Why does everyone think I'm a boy?' This was the second time since she had come to this island. Another had mistaken her gender again. This was unacceptable; it was completely unacceptable. A single vein popped out on Heather's forehead as her anger slowly rose. Her mind was befuddled. Heather's visage was angry, and very clearly so. Her brow became furrowed and her eyes glared daggers at the voluptuous woman who had dared to confuse Heather's sexuality. The girl clasped her right fist, gripping it with all her strength. "Why" asked Heather as her fist lifted slowly, "Why does everyone... Think... I am a Boy" cried the girl as she brought her fist down once. Her teeth were barred and her tone was dark with a hint of pissed off thrown in. She raised her fist up again, it was like the hammer to a gun, and she brought it down upon the glossy wooden bar for a second time with all the strength her body could provide. The wood splintered at her touch and caved downwards. The bar nearly split in two at the woman's monstrous strength. It did not break completely however. The bar only gave way under the woman's fist. A single hand-print remained embedded in the wood. The barkeep nearly fell over in anger. The bar top was a soft wood, most likely a type of pine. It felt coarse to the touch. It rubbed on Heather's hand and left a few splinters in its wake. The music stopped playing when the impact hit. The eery silence pierced Heather before the pain from the splinters. The entire bar seemed to be staring at the trio, if they hadn't been already. A burly man's drink spilled on the far side of the room due to the vibrations from the strike. A puddle of alcohol was forming under his shoes. A pissed off look now graced half of the room's visages. "Oi, yer the firs' colour ah've seen in this dump. Either of yeh goin' teh tell me why everyone's so freakin' miserable?" The noise from Heather's fist striking the bar was loud, but a second patron's voice could still be heard over it. It was a smaller man with a bald head. A bright red beard graced his face. He was a man of color; he was an outsider. His comment noted that two humans sitting at the bar possessed the pigments and hues of the outside world. It was at that moment that Heather noticed Samantha wasn't a local. The two other patrons next to her were outsiders like herself. This was good. The girls anger immediately dissolved as the she looked over the two. It was a moment of pure relief. Her anger faded away and a grin grew from ear to ear. Her face clearly showed her intense moment of elation. Heather had never seen these two on the island before. Could they have recently arrived? Could they possibly have a ship? These questions excited the girl. Heather immediately sprang up from her chair in a moment of joyous celebration. This was her chance; she finally had a chance to get off of this Godforsaken rock. She immediately turned towards the two. Her voice was filled with the flairs of excitement. "I am so sorry for that outburst. I didn't know there were any other outsiders on the island. My name's Heather, and I have been stranded here for about a month now. Do either of you two have a ship? If you do, could I please get a ride off of this dreadful island. I am willing to work if I must" cried the girl in her moment of joy, though it was quickly interrupted by a course voice from across the room. "Alright that is enough you... err, lass I believe you said. Not only did you damage the bar and spill my drink, but now you are insulting my home by calling it dreadful" said the bulky man from across the room. He walked up to Heather slowly and stuck his chest out inches away from the woman. "I think you owe me some compensa..." the man's speech was interrupted quickly by Heather as she placed a powerful palm-strike into his chest, sending him flying across the room into a table. Drinks flew from the wooden table before it collapsed under the man's weight. The entire room was up in an instant. A brawl looked inevitable. Heather had an annoyed look as she hit the man. "I am not going to deal with you right now sir" barked Heather at the man as she turned towards the pair of colored individuals yet again. Her smile returned as she asked, "So do either of you two have a ship?" tech used |
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| geomease | Mar 20 2012, 08:26 AM Post #17 |
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As she was putting the smooth moves on this sweet little man she was interrupted by a crude sounding aggressive man from behind. Short and muscled with a red beard and clothes, he seemed a natural thug or brawler. Sam would love to take a few shots at him see where it lead but she was already hunting her prey for now. She turned her attention momentarily away from the boy and looked at the man as he spoke to her. "Oi, yer the firs' colour ah've seen in this dump. Either of yeh goin' teh tell me why everyone's so freakin' miserable?" "Hey beat it for now shorty, I'm trying to woo this sweet little candy here." she whispered to him in an authoritative voice before returning her attention to her prey. However she could see that he was not in a slow boil. Fists clenched and getting ready for a swing or something. She pulled her arm back and readied herself to restrain him if necessary. "Why, Why does everyone... Think... I am a Boy" She pounded the bar counter with her fist. There was a defending cracking splintering sound as the bar counter erupted in splintering wood and debris. Most significantly though was the fact that her precious booze was spilled. Shadows covered her eyes as she grit her teeth and looked at the wasted alcohol. She stared ngrily at her spilled drink before shouting. "NO THE BOOZE!!" She shouted as she wasn't even paying attention to anything else at the moment. all she could think about was the total waste of good drink now ripping onto the floor. she turned and faced her target who had done a 180 and was now apologizing and attempting to requisition a ride off the island. Had she been more level headed she may have figured to leverage her need of a ride against her inhibitions to get what she originally wanted, but spilling her booze like that, Sam was anything but level headed.. An angry patron attempted to appropriate the tomboy but a quick backhand sent him reeling. Samantha grew hair over her right arm thickening it quite a bit in length and width. "So do either of you two have a shi-" Samantha interrupted her by slamming a rubbery fist into her gut to send her reeling backwards. It wouldn't be fatal or too hard but certainly hurt a bit. The barkeep held his hands up to try and calm her down. "Woah woah hold up Sam don't do this here..." He said with a bit of a panic in his voice. Sam however was already in a rage and had extended her reach to pick up and nearby chair and hurl it across the room to shatter against another patrons back. He stood up and turned to the man behind him and slugged him. This in turn snowballed into an all out bar brawl. Samantha dove headfirst into a group of brawling men and began to pass out fists to the face like hotcakes before turning to the short man, he looked like fun. "Show me what you got little man!" She taunted as she wound back and threw a right hook at his face while simultaneously tossing chairs and tables around the room with her reach. OOC Techniques
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| Umbert | Mar 20 2012, 11:17 AM Post #18 |
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Bishounen
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The barkeeper gave Umbert a disgruntled glare, before approaching to serve him. He was a portly man, probably somewhere in his mid-forties. He had a ring of balding black hair on top of his head, and a black moustache bristled above his top lip, streaks of grey visible in the mess of facial hair. His white apron was stained with pale grey blotches; Umbert hoped that wasn't what the booze looked like around here. "We got spirits and cider, buddy." He replied, the 'buddy' dripping with sarcasm. "You gonna have some or just keep mouthing off our town?" Umbert grinned wolfishly, taking a moment to look out at the other sullied patrons and the whole dismal room, rapping his fingers on the bar. "Nah, nothing else needs ta be said, does i'?" He chuckled, giving the barkeeper a mocking smirk. "Jus' get me some rum." The barkeeper begrudgingly obliged, leaving the pirate by himself at the bar. Next to speak to him was the blue-haired woman. She looked pretty muscular, and her outfit left little to the imagination. Regardless, Umbert frowned irritably at her response, curling his fist as his upper lip curled into a snarl. "Listen yeh punk bitch, ah'm askin' yeh nicely. Now tell me what ah need ta know before I mess yeh up something nasty." Umbert growled, sitting up straight in his chair. But the woman had already turned back to the 'sweet little candy'. A low growl escaped Umbert's throat, like an angry dog. Before he could rise from his seat, there was a loud crunch, as Umbert's drink, that had only just made it to the bar-top, flew up into the air, the metal jug clanging loudly against the stone floor, spilling its contents everywhere. Several heads turned to the commotion, watching with interest as Umbert let out an angered cry of disbelief as he stared at the spilt rum. "My bar!" Cried the barkeep. "My booze!" Cried Umbert and the blue-haired punk in unison, whose drink had also been scattered to the floor. Looking up in shock, he saw the brown-haired woman had put her fist through the bar, her head lowered, and her arm shaking in barely contained rage. The man beside her looked on with worry and concern "Why does everyone think I'm a boy...?" She murmured, but no sooner had the words left her mouth that a large hair-covered limb from the punk girl had slammed into her gut. Umbert let out a guffaw as she took the hit, watching her reel back. "Looks like someone can' fight her own battles! Ah've heard abou' freaks like you, wi' yer weird powers!" Umbert cackled. He'd heard the Grand Line had no small quantity of people with special powers. The ability to turn into monstrous animals, grow spikes and blades on a person's body, even turning people into solid ice. Fighting someone like this would be a real test of his skills, and he relished the opportunity. The punk girl had already thrown a chair across the room with her arm of hair. Umbert watched its trajectory, before it struck a man carrying a tray of drinks in the back. He let out a cry as he went down, whining as he fell on broken glass, and drawing a mocking cackle from Umbert. But before long, his friends had gotten up from their seats, as had the victim himself; shards of glass buried in his hands and arms, rivulets of blood telling tales of where the shards had lodged themselves. Turning his attention back to the Devil Fruit user, Umbert found her to already be lunging herself at him, a huge fist made of blue hair coming straight for him, chairs and tables catapulting out of the way. Umbert grinned, drawing his axes and quickly twirling them between his fingers, a gust of wind exuding from his rapidly rotating weaponry. "So, yeh want to play this game, huh? Well ah'm a veteran player, bitch! Redstone Bloodbath!" His arms quickly blurred into movement, creating a shield of steel blades around himself as the hairy fist struck the barrier. Ribbons of hair flew in all directions as Umbert's axes chewed their way through the unnatural extremity. Building in confidence, Umbert waded forward, his axes still whirring in all directions, reducing the nearby bar and barstools to splinters, tear chunks out of the stone floor as well as out of the hairy limb. Hell, this is easy! Umbert mused to himself as he pressed onwards, a villainous grin plastered across his face. If this is all this girl can do, she's history! He cackled wildly to himself as he advanced, but suddenly found attacks coming from behind him, his focus to the front meaning that he was taking some hits. Letting out a grunt as a blunt object struck his lower back, he cut off the attack, turning angrily to face the new threat. A group of about twelve nondescript residents, wearing white workers overalls, were lugging an assortment of hammers and other construction equipment. "We don't like you outsiders around here, buddy! Get outta here before you get hurt!" The lead one challenged, glaring at Umbert. He was a well-built man with the same black hair as the rest of them, and wielding a large sledgehammer. Umbert gave him a predatory grin in response, slowly turning his body far to one side, and raising his axes. "Well done, lad!" He said, as his eyes lit up with malign intent. The labourer's confident expression faltered as he curiously wondered what Umbert was about to do, "Yeh've just volunteered to be the first victims of my newest attack! Ah hope yer families 'ave enough to get by, because they won' be seein' you again!" (Rolled a 4.) "Redstone Hurricane!" Umbert threw his body around, suddenly flaring into life as his features disappeared into a blur of colour and the sound of a buzz saw. The wildly spinning Umbert Redstone began moving forward across the floor towards the group at a menacingly slow pace, his vicious grin hidden behind the flurry of colour. Backing away slowly at the incoming attacker, the labourers were unsure how to tackle the assailant. The leader looked back to them, before gritting his teeth and plunging forward, raising his hammer slamming it down on the human tornado. The two forces cancelled each other out for a moment, Umbert's blades clanging against the sledgehammer for a few seconds, before the handle shattered into splinters, and the spinning pirate surged forward, slashing the man multiple times across the chest, before his axe snagged on the man's flesh, and dragged him along for the ride for a split second, before sending the man flying through the front window behind Umbert. Out in the market, everyone was listening to the sounds of the brawl, and the policemen were watching warily. But when the labourer came smashing through the window, bloodied and slashed, panic erupted and the market-goers fled, the snipers quickly radioing the situation back to base, not taking their eyes off a single one of the entrances. "The target has gone wild in the Monochrome Monkey. Requesting immediate backup. I repeat, requesting immediate backup!" Techniques used |
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| Mega | Mar 21 2012, 09:08 AM Post #19 |
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Drip, drip, drip. She had barely taken more than a few steps before the sound of something dripping was added to the much more low key sound of flowing water. It did not take long for the soft light coming from Ninas arrow to fall on what looked to be a small underground pond. A tiny stream led from it and continued outside of the range her light lit, from above a steady stream of water slowly but steadily dripped into the pond. Explaining the sound she had heard earlier. It looked like clean water that had come down through the earth before gathering in the pond, Figuring that it was a good a place as any to take a brief rest the mermaid walked up to the edge of it before taking her quiver and backpack off, carefully putting both down beside the pond, she then slipped into the pond, transforming her legs back into a tail before stretching out and relaxing in the water for a while, letting it carry away a lot of the dirt and soreness that resulted from crawling through many barely crawl-able tunnels. She also took the opportunity to drink her fill since the water seemed clean enough. With that done she stretched her arms out and set to work examining the various herbs she'd collected, having barely begun she abruptly looked around, a sound that was very definitely not a whisper had reached her ears. It was the sound of rock hitting rock, and it came from somewhere nearby. Nina looked toward where she had heard the sound for a good many minutes without moving, yet it did not return. Dismissing it for the moment the doctor resumed examining her freshly gathered herbs, figuring that she had enough for the berserker pill she mixed together the correct leaves, seeds and roots before forming them into a set of five round pills. It felt odd to see her familiar mixture in pure white, especially since the pill was usually or a fiery red colour. Other than the colour it looked to be the same, although there would be no way to test it unless she ate one. Slipping out of the pond again she returned to her legged form and put the herbs back in the backpack, the pills went into a small pocket in her dress after making sure they wouldn't get wet. Strapping the quiver back on she let the glowing arrow remain as it was, she still felt uneasy about the sound so she decided to walk with a regular arrow on the string of Arbalest. Thinking of the bow reminded Nina that she still had it safely tucked away beside the backpack. Taking it out she stringed it and pulled out an arrow from the quiver, putting it against the string much like a hunter on the prowl would. She didn't trust the cave system would be uninhabited so better safe than sorry in her book. Waiting for a few moments to see if she could hear anything else she then carefully continued further down toward where the stream led. By now she were very deep down in the earth and she started to wonder exactly how deep the caves could be, and though she hadn’t seen anything so far she doubted the caves were empty. She had seen signs of ‘something’ living down there on a multitude of occasions even if she had not run into whatever made them yet. Frankly the lack of anything living were more disturbing than if she had actually seen something. Reaching a rather large opening she continued along the tiny stream as it took her even further down. The whisper returned, this time louder than before, spinning around Nina looked for the source, it was in vain. Nothing but her own shadow could be seen in the large tunnel, whatever it was it really made her unsettled that was for sure. Walking for another few minutes she heard another rock, this time from behind. Spinning around raster than she thought she could Nina caught a glimpse of ‘something’ as it scurried out of the reach of her light- With a punding heart she realized it had looked like some kind of large insect, only insects weren’t the size of a fully grown human, and they definitely weren’t pure white. Whatever it was had sent a chill down the mermaids spine, she had never been one to be squeamish about a few bugs but seeing one that large had caused a most definite strain of fear to course through her. Not daring to return from where she came the little mermaid doctor continued onward, she almost didn’t notice as the whispers that had only been showing on occasion until now returned, and didn’t go away, turning into a near silent chorus singing to the beat of her heart. Dudun dudun dudu, her heart went and at each beat a whisper accompanied it. Not loud enough to make out words but more like if you heard two people whispering to each other at a distance. Emerging from the tunnel she came out in another giant cavern, more like a large underground cathedral than a cave really. As she did the echoing sound of what could be feet were heard from every direction, looking around with increasing unease the mermaid could not identify the source of any of the sounds, perhaps it was the peculiar way in which sound echoed in the new area but she believed that she had reached one of the deepest parts of the entire tunnel system. And inner struggle took place where her curiosity battled her sense of dread as to if she should continue or not, after a minute or two of idling her curiosity won out and she continued forward, at this point she could see nothing but floor in every direction, moving toward what might be the source of the sound she prayed her decision to push on wouldn’t come back and bite her later. tech |
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Mar 22 2012, 07:07 PM Post #20 |
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While Umbert went off ahead, presumably to drink or stab something, Luther finished up negotiations with Ultramarine. For all his troubles, they got a fair batch of paint tubes. Gathering them all into a large burlap sack, Luther hoisted it across one shoulder with Alexander across the other, and carried on his way. The other end of the visitor center lead to a long white path though a clearing of white grass. As Luther headed for the place Ultramarine referred to as “Turnip Town”, he looked around and saw the island was devoid of color not just in open areas, as Luther expected. The trees bottoms, upturned patches of dirt, he wouldn’t have been surprised of the roots beneath the soil were even white. He would have stopped to pull something up if his hands weren’t full. It wasn’t long before Luther entered Turnip Town, the blank white buildings with sharp, simple outlines making the town look like a drawing with no shading or color. Luther’s eyes passed over the disturbingly boring town wondering how living in a place without color affected the people psychologically. Color was a stimulus, without it they could have anything from widespread depression to neurological damage. Luther’s mind began to start pondering the many questions posed by the island when his focus was suddenly shattered by the sound of splintering wood. He turned and found himself looking across the street at a bar, which seemed to be just as white inside as it was out. Positioned outside was a pair of men with rifles monitoring the events going on inside. Turning to face them, Luther watched with interest. There seemed to be a large fight breaking out, and with the mix of alcohol and blood in the air, if Umbert wasn’t already inside no doubt he was charging headfirst this way like a bull in heat. As Luther stood there, the noise escalated steadily, going from the splintering of wood to shouting, then sounds of crashing all over. He saw a chair go flying across the room, cracking against something and causing someone to cry out in pain. Luther backed away from the bar as he saw people’s attention start to turn towards it. He stood back in an alley as he watched a small crowd begin to gather. The armed men seemed to be waiting to see how bad the bar brawl would get before they acted, or perhaps they were simply too terrified to act upon what was going on within the bar. “These pathetic guards, just how long do they intend to let this rampage go on? What are they waiting for?” Luther’s inquiry was answered shockingly on cue as a body went flying through the front window of the bar and landed on the pavement, twitching with pain. The crowd became frantic and started to panic, and the guards at last called in backup for the “Monochrome Monkey”. Looking up, Luther squinted and was able to see the white letters against the white brick of the bar’s sign. “No one’s that stupid, it must be laziness.” Luther remarked as he walked through the frantic crowd and towards the bar. One of the two snipers at the front door felt his presence and turned to see the huge man glaring down at him. “Back up, this fight is out of control! Don’t you know how to discipline your subordinates’ pirate?” Luther’s nostrils flared at the comment, and he merely walked past the two snipers. They looked at each other and decided mutually to wait for backup instead of focusing on one threatening looking pirate. Inside, the bar was complete chaos, as Luther had expected, but something took him by surprise immediately. There was a woman with hair wrapped around her fist, and more hair reaching from her head and wrapping around loose objects in the room. “Could this be a devil fruit user…?” Luther mumbled as an innocent victim trying to escape was clobbered by a chair that would have otherwise hit Luther. Moving on, Luther stepped over collapsed bodies and set Alexander down in a chair at a table, then pulled out another for himself. Setting his burlap sack full of paint down next to him, he decided to sit back and watch the fight play out. Once all was said and done, there would be a sizeable group of armed men waiting for them. Prime victims for Luther’s assault. Seeing the huge man sitting in the back of the bar caught the attention of one of the now crazed men in the bar, excited by the sight of the brawl but far too nervous to try taking on Samantha. He instead turned his sights on the stranger now sitting in the back of the bar. “Hey baldie! Imma knock your teeth out!” He shouted as he lifted a chair and prepared to swing. He brought it down as hard as he could on Luther’s head, laughing as the chairs leg was broken off from the impact, but stopped as he saw Luther hadn’t budged. “Hey buddy, you dead or something? I just knocked your senseless!” Luther’s eyes slowly rotated to glare at the man then began to glow red. “If it’s a reaction you want.” Luther calmly stood up from the chair, standing far above the man still gripping the remains of his chair. The poor man watched with disbelief at Luther’s height, failing to notice Luther draw back his hand and swing it across the attackers face with so much force he was sent flying into a table, sliding across it and headfirst into the remains of the bar. Clenching his fist, Luther leaned against the wall and returned his attention to Umbert, though not letting the woman with strange hair related powers exit her field of vision. 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| KileyBarker | Mar 22 2012, 07:57 PM Post #21 |
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A True Hero
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It was a powerful blow to the gut. Heather was stopped mid sentence by the overbearingly large and dangerously rowdy woman. The small girl flew through the air and crashed hard into a set of chairs on the far side of the room. Debree flew in all directions upon the impact. The punch left a sharp pain in her gut. She coughed for a moment as the wind had been knocked out of her. That gasping fight for breath stunned the girl momentarily. As she regained her senses an ominous look crossed her visage. Heather was pissed. Heather jumped to her feet with a loud thud. The floorboards seemed to creak heavily under her feet. Heather noted that they were loose in the back of her mind. The bar had been transformed by that one strike into a complete jungle of savage beatings. The small red man and the large woman met blows in a legendary clash before the man turned his attention to more verbose foes. Suddenly a bottle of grade "A" liquor smashed into the back of Heather's head. An average sized male with the island's trademark pale skin had attacked her. The girl hit her knee from the blow. A low rumbling noise escaped her throat and she began grinding her teeth. Her knuckles cracked one by one. A single line of blood ran down through the girl's hair and off her cheek. She had a cut on her head that could possibly need stitches. Her arms and legs were scuffed and scratched from the hard landing given to her by Samantha. The girl looked rough and more masculine as the fights dragged on. Heather's golden brown hair had a slight reddish tint from the blood. Shattered specks of glass fell from her hair like flakes of snow from a cloud. Her clothes were now drenched with the contents of the bottle of alcohol. She instantly arose and placed both her palms in the man's chest at full force. He was blown backwards into the nearby wall where his bloody silhouette would remain after he peeled down and fell like a fallen leaf of the fall foliage. Heather usually can keep a level head, but she knows when it is time to rumble. The girl pulled out her pair of combat gloves. She would need the protection of the leather and steel gloves. The girl then looked around. There were two men who watched her floor the bottle using brawler. They paused for a moment to think, but the alcohol had clouded their judgement. They charged the small wingless Valkyrie who stood before them. One had chosen a broken stool as his weapon whilst the other had chosen a shank made from a broken bottle. The two men charged the girl, but she wouldn't be hit by the likes of them again. Heather smashed her two hands into the flooring by her feet. She then moved her legs to a squatting position as she lifted with all her might. A large chunk of the wooden flooring came up with her hands. It was about the size of a table. The two charging men met the wall of flooring hard. Heather let out a wicked grin after they smashed into the wood. She then place her hands on the wall of floor and charged forward using it like a shield. She smashed the two men into one of the many large wooden beams standing in the barroom. They were pinned by the table against the wooden support. The beam was at least two feet thick and did not break upon the initial strike, instead a large crevice formed up the sides of it. Heather, in all her rage, balled up her fist and launched it straight into the face of the larger man. His head smashed back into the wooden beam splintering it further. He was unconscious instantly. She then raised her fist again and smashed the smaller of the two men. As his head hit the beam it completely crumbled into a pile of jagged splinters and wooden shavings. They showered over Heather. The girl then reached down and picked up her red and black ball cap from the dusty bar floor. It had fallen off when the original strike from Samantha landed. She put in on her head and turned it slightly until it was comfortable. She then picked up the larger unconscious male by his legs. He would be her new weapon. Heather began swinging around the unconscious male like a club. She attacked two more men with her new found weapon. The man's head was hard and proved to be an effective blunt force weapon. His skull grew bloody from the repeated impacts, not that it wasn't covered in blood already. She used the man's body with reckless abandon to smash others in the bar as she slowly made her way towards the original colored folks. She didn't care about Samantha's punch anymore. Heather just wanted to leave the island. She needed to convince these people to take her with them. It was then that Heather noticed the incredibly large man of color near the back of the room. A firework of joy set off on the girl's face. There was no way it was mere coincidence now. There were too many colored people. These folks must have ridden a ship here, and she would make her way onto it by any means necessary. tech
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| geomease | Mar 23 2012, 09:53 AM Post #22 |
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As she had hoped he was a fighter. he began to twirl his axes in his hands rapidly shredding her softened elastic hair fist rather easily. before she felt the need to harden it he turned his attention away from her however to attack another group of locals approaching and calling out to him from behind. he turned his back on, which is to say he considered her no threat at all. her hairs hung in the air, a chair stopping mid air. She clenched her teeth as her hairs crushed the chair to splinters mid air. The boyish girl was up and apparently duking it out with with a few of the patrons picking a fight with her, she could apparently handle herself. However now she was enraged, and she was about to explode all over this bar scene. "Why you, looking down on me... really pisses me the fuck off! Asura Kami; Vajra of Destruction!" She shouted as off of her shoulders and back began to grow 4 extra arms, that continued to grow and grow reaching ludicrous proportions until the filled nearly the entire bar. When the dwarf turned around to see the sheer size of them no doubt there be at least trickle of fear or surprise. She crossed her arms in front of her chest as her gargantuan hair limbs swept back. the barkeep and any patrons with commons sense as seeing the scale of this next attack quickly bolted for the nearest exit. Samantha then swept her arms back and launched all four truck sized arms together in front of her. there was the sound of glass, wood, and stone shattering against metal as her arms erupted out of the front of the bar knocking anyone foolish enough to have remained in front of the incoming attack. The front of the bar was demolished, the entire front bar nearly wiped out. Out of the smoking wreckage Samntha walked dragging behind her with hair anyone still left inside so as they would not be crushed by the inevitable collapse of the bar. The police had come here to keep an eye on the newcomers, they had not quite expected the disturbance to come from Samantha, who had up until this point been a rich source of valuable color to the island. She was known for getting a bit rowdy when drunk but she always either helped to fix the mess she made or made enough payment of color to recover the damages. However she had not yet gone this far in her destruction. they had little doubt the agitation was cause in no small part by the violent red man who they had been informed to keep an eye on. No doubt the level of these disturbances would require the help of the White Corps's the islands special forces unit. One of the gunman who had dove for cover from the explosion that had just occurred with most of his team pulled out a white denden mushie and dialed up the forces. "Shit, there's no way we can keep up with these kinds of monsters. Attention, we need emergency reinforcements, call the White Corps, tell them it's an emergency and to get down here right now!!" Samantha dropped a few of the moaning and groaning patrons on the ground and cracked her knuckles. there was an obscenely tall bald man, from his demeanor and the way he had watched the dwarf fight she surmised they were comrades. She lifted her hair arms above her head in a readying fashion and cracked her knuckles. Her iron hard hair fingers and knuckles gave a crunching creaking noise as she cracked those as well. noise. "Ready for round two little man?" She taunted and held two arms in front of her defensively and 2 arms at the ready for melee strikes. Each arm was approximately 15 meters long and 3-4 meters wide, they were the same shade of blue as her hair and they had a metallic glean, given the creaking sound as they moved they were obviously much harder than the soft hair that the dwarf had shredded earlier. She would let him have the first move, it was the least she could do for such a little guy like him, though she honestly knew not to underestimate him now. techniques
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| Umbert | Mar 24 2012, 05:25 PM Post #23 |
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[Roll of 1 - Loses control] Umbert let out a cackle as he felt his blades snag into the man's flesh and hurl him off in an unseen direction. Now that the first man had been dealt with, Umbert now tried to turn his attention to the other labourers, who backed away warily from the spinning hurricane, spatters of their friend's blood flicking off Umbert's blades and staining their white overalls with red flecks. However, as the spinning blades got faster and faster, Umbert was unable to hold his concentration, the whirling hurricane of blades veering off to his right, and smashing into the remains of the bar, slowly reducing the wood to nothing but shards of wood as the axes chomped their way through the grey panelling, and broke into the walkway where the barkeeper lay unconscious. Baring his teeth as he tried to steer himself back towards the fray, he started to slice through the wall display, where the remaining bottles of spirits stood before smashing on impact. Umbert saw that he was getting dangerously close to the wall, and tried to veer away, but with a high-pitched ping that nearly jolted Umbert out of his skin, his spinning form skittered back out into the middle of the room, disintegrating the bar behind him into splinters in the blink of an eye. Flying across the room with abandon, unable to control himself, Umbert found himself unable to stop under the sheer momentum of his own attack, but his grin slowly returned as he felt satisfying thuds as he accidentally sliced his way through several other bar fighters, their screams of pain or the dull thuds as their bodies hit the floor made this unscheduled wild ride worthwhile. But the thought had barely left his mind before another painful jolt shook him right to the core of his bones, as he pinged off the far wall, his speed picking up rapidly after the short contact. He felt several more chairs and tables fall to pieces under the barrage of blades, and two more unfortunate brawlers were too slow to get out of the way, eliciting a guffaw of delight from the uncontrollable pirate. He struck the wall again soon after. And again. And again. Before long, he was ricocheting around the room like a deadly pinball, unable to stop or be stopped, and all that the other brawlers could do was keep one eye out for Umbert in case he came their way. Several fighters already lay wounded and bleeding on the ground, the spinning pirate leaving a bloody trail behind him. But just as Umbert felt he was starting to regain control (and wondering if he even wanted to), a vast wall of deep blue slammed into the side of him, driving his spinning form ahead of it until it struck the wall. The spinning stopped immediately as Umbert was squashed between the stone wall and this new obstacle, before the wall gave way, and Umbert found himself suddenly back out in the market square, staring up at the whale fountain and the grey sky. Sitting up, he groaned as his world started spinning. He could make out the market stalls, abandoned, and the other brawlers picking themselves up off the ground. Beyond that, he could see the remains of the bar. The entire front wall was blown out, and through his dizzied vision, he could see a blue-headed woman walking out of the rubble straight towards him. Dragging himself to his feet, still swaying from side to side, Umbert clutched his axes in either hand, shaking his head violently to throw off the dizziness. Somewhere behind him he thought he heard footsteps and shouts of orders, but he couldn't be sure. His only focus for now was the blue-haired punk girl approaching him. Even as he watched, he saw large limbs of blue hair erupt from the top of her head, waving like snakes ready to strike. "Ready for round two, little man?" He heard her say. He grinned. "Always!" Umbert chuckled to himself, picking his way over the body of an unconscious bar fighter as he advanced. "Gra-da-daaa! I won't hold back!" Umbert burst into motion, sprinting full-pelt at Samantha with one arm each pressed to his chest and back. She seemed to be slower than he was, and as he closed in on her, he pounced forward, aiming to fly past her left side, his axe-wielding arms erupting out from his body like a deadly flower in bloom, aiming to rip into her flank as he passed. "Redstone Turbine!" Behind them, on the far side of the market square, a troop of grey-clothed policemen arrived, wielding batons and rifles. At their head was a squad of five men, draped in white. Leading them appeared to be a young-looking man wearing a black blindfold, and wearing a long white robe with a black trim. His hair was white, neatly trimmed and tied back. And from the front of his robes peeked the green hilt of a katana. On the back of his robe, the Marine symbol lay resplendent. He raised his head and sniffed the air. "I smell filth. Pirates." The policemen looked at him cautiously, before scanning the nearby buildings. "We are close." The marine said quietly. "Spread out into the square and neutralise all troublemakers. They will not desecrate this peaceful town whilst I draw breath." The police nodded, fanning out into the courtyard. They were met with an empty market, and began to apprehend the first of the battered brawlers they found. But before long, they stumbled upon the blown-out front of the Monochrome monkey, and the two combatants out front; one red, one blue. Watching the two warily, the police held their ground, taking cover in the market stalls. "Sir, should we fire on them? They look too dangerous up close, and one's a devil fruit user, a local. We don't know about the red one yet." One marine reported in via Den Den Mushi. The marine grimaced, gently resting a hand on the hilt of his katana. "We cannot risk the loss of life. Neutralise them both." The policemen raised their rifles from cover, ready to mow down the pair in a shower of lead. "Roger that." A few seconds passed, as the riflemen found their targets, the two combatants scrapping, unaware of the impending danger. Fingers tightened on triggers, until finally: "Ready... FIRE!" Techniques Used
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| Mega | Mar 25 2012, 02:23 PM Post #24 |
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Darkness, endless darkness with only a single speck of light, looking at the floor Nina discovered it was covered with a thin layer of moisture, causing the light from her arrow to rebound slightly and glitter like hundreds of stars on the night sky. Her heart pounded as she moved toward the center of the giant cavern she had entered, only accompanied by the odd whispers that had been following her the last few minutes. From the corners a kind of hollow skittering sound could be heard, if she had calmly analyzed it the mermaid would have arrived at the conclusion that at least a dozen creatures were the source of the sound. But as it were her growing unease prevented that and she sound simply served to increase her heart rate. And she dared not go and investigate, sticking as close to the center of the cavern as she could, moving with only her light for guidance, and even with that determining her position was very difficult as she could not see the walls at all. As she progressed she noted that what looked like giant shells of some kind lined her path, they looked oddly leathery and were at least twice her size. Under any other circumstances at all she would have investigated them but as things were she simply walked past them, looking for an alternate way to get out of this place. She dared not return from whence she entered as the thing that had escaped her light still haunted her imagination. Then she came face to face with it, it wasn’t even a gradual reveal, one moment she were looking at what looked like a big white wall, then it suddenly stirred and turned around. At that moment Nina Swift, ship doctor, mermaid and a member of the kraken pirates felt fear. And not the regular kind of fear, it was pure and unbridled terror. Pure and raw in its singularity, nothing else could fit in her mind at that moment. What stood before her was every girls worst nightmare, a cockroach, at least three times the size of Luthers new body and pure white. What she had perceived as a wall had in fact been its large outer shell, as it turned around the long antennae were revealed on a head that alone could cause more nightmares than all the criminals and lunatics in the world combined. Its front legs were raised, showing the five large claws attached at the feet of each. For a few moments both it and Nina just stood there, staring as if the appearance of the other came as just a big of a surprise to both parties. Then almost in unison the Cockroach emitted an ear piercing hiss and Nina simply shrieked in terror. Then more on instinct than anything else the mermaid drew her bow and fired a single arrow at the creature, with a crunching noise it penetrated the belly of the roach, stopping dead in its tracks when the arrowhead had only reached halfway through the shell. The roach seemed to not even notice the arrow as it unfolded its back shell, revealing a giant set of insect wings, the hiss increasing in intensity and decibel level. The wings began to flip with the speed expected of that kind of wings, giving rise to a wind that sent Nina tumbling backward. At the same time what had earlier been a whisper quickly grew to something more akin to a roar inside the doctors head. However she didn’t notice, the pure fear created by this giant insect simply drowned everything else. As she got back up on her feet she watched in terror as the giant roach made a giant leap up in the air, the rapidly moving wings supporting it in the air. Resulting in the giant monstrosity flying above the floor of the cave, thus sending wings strong enough to make Nina struggle all over the cave. Slipping on the floor Nina once again fell, this finally somewhat snapped her out of her fear. Well, at least enough for her to pull herself together again and pull two arrows from her quiver. If she were to stand any chance at survival she had to stop the roach from flying, it hadn’t even done much and she had already fallen twice. She would stand little chance if it swooped down from above, nocking both arrows at once she aimed at the blur that were the wings of the giant insect. Standing up she swiftly pulled her bowstring back before letting fly, the two arrows sailed through the air before striking the wings of the giant roach with a sound as if someone tore a giant arc of paper to shreds. The insect let out an as of yet unrivalled shriek as it hit the ground with enough force to send tremors through the rock. Making the floor shake enough for Nina to stumble around a bit before regaining her footing. If the white cockroach wasn’t enraged before it sure was now, flailing about for a moment its claws tore up long gashes in the very rock of the cave. It then shot off toward the mermaid at a unsettling speed, however Nina prided herself on being the fastest in the kraken crew. Her speed would not lose to this abomination, jumping to the side she barely got out of the way before a giant white blur shot past. Her speed might be superior but it wasn’t by far that was for sure. And even that was in doubt, it looked like the roach had more to give yet. Pulling another arrow from her quiver Nina had but a moment to mentally prepare herself for the next round. tech |
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Mar 26 2012, 07:27 PM Post #25 |
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Luther watched the events of the bar unfold only as an experiment. In his head, Luther tried to anticipate every move being made. He could predict Umbert losing control of his rotation and spinning across the room like a demented top. He watched the woman who had sent her fist through the bar have a bottle smashed over her head, and despite not having seen the event himself knew she would be getting back up from the way she took the Devil Fruit user’s punch. Speaking of which, he could tell from her body language that the devil fruit using woman was becoming restless as the attention of the fight turned from her to the others in the bar. Another foolish drunk charged at Luther, this time with a broken bottle, attempting to stab him in the arm. The bottle cracked against the steel plating beneath Luther’s artificial skin, and the man backed up in surprise. Without so much as moving his head, Luther reached out with his arm and extended the blade from the back of his wrist, sending it through the offender’s forearm. He shouted in pain and fell to his knees as Luther retracted the blade. There was no time to finish him though, as the devil fruit user did something spectacular. Exclaiming her rage, she produced what appeared to be functioning limbs made of twisted and knotted hair. Not only their form but their sheer size shocked Luther, the first devil fruit user he had encountered was on such a level, it would do wonders for his calculations on future devil fruit users. Her ability so far seemed to be based around growth and control over her body hair, and as she proved her range of dexterity and growth was quite large. His observations would have to wait, however, as he saw the woman preparing an attack. “In about three minutes…” Luther muttered to himself as he grabbed hold of the burlap sack of pain cans with one hand and reached for Alexander with the other, only to find that he had crawled towards the door already, apparently using only his legs as his arms were still inoperable. Flaring his nostrils as he exhaled with discontent, Luther swing the bag through a nearby window to break the glass then jumped through. Outside, Luther managed to spot policemen diving for cover as the bar was torn asunder by the devil fruit user. Alexander was knocked across the street by the wood and stone being reduced to rubble. Luther darted to the opposing side of the street before turning to witness the Devil Fruit user emerge from the bar, dragging along with her anyone who managed to stay inside the bar after her attack. She noticed Luther at one point, and he returned an indifferent gaze. Her attention returned to Umbert, and until he started losing Luther had no intention of interfering with their battle. Using them as a decoy to draw attention from the local law enforcement to give Luther a better chance at attack was a simple, yet extremely useful opportunity. As he watched the blue haired woman prepare for battle, he wondered how much control she had over the strength of her hair. Surely no hair of human quality could withstand such punishment, rapid growth or not. Aware that Umbert would charge recklessly towards the opponent, Luther called out to him with his most authoritative tone. “Umbert!” He bellowed in a voice that could have made anyone in audible distance snap to attention, his voice seemed to have gathered more volume with his size increase. “Her hair is beyond human density. Treat it as if you’re cutting through metal wires!” Though he wasn’t stepping in personally yet, having Umbert rush in without thinking and end up getting his neck broken would be too much of a loss. Then, as Luther expected, the long, yet tardy arm of the law appeared on the scene, brandishing guns. “Took them long enough, they took at least two minutes longer then I guessed, even for such a boring island.” Luther turned and took a deep breath, the muscles on his body expanding as he did. He leaned forward and started running, gathering speed as the springs in his legs uncoiled with each step, causing his sprint to pick up speed rather quickly. He could see the armed men taking aim at Umbert and his opponent. It seemed that she would be benefiting form picking a fight with Umbert, as defending Umbert would most likely mean keeping bullets out of her path as well. How fortunate for her. The countdown in Luther’s head started, and he repeated “about three minutes…” This was the test of his abilities that he had been waiting for. There were fewer men then he expected, but this would only make them a harder target, so his time estimate remained. The soldiers took aim. Luther’s speed reached its peak as he cut past Umbert and the devil fruit using woman’s battle. “Ready…” said the voice of the marine commanding the team. With one mighty leap, Luther sailed across the ground higher then someone of his size could have been expected to reach, and landed about four feet in front of Umbert’s battle. Surprised, some of the marksmen faltered, but then the order came. “Fire!” on reflex, the marksmen opened fire, sending a haze of bullets towards the brawlers. Luther raised his right arm to cover his eyes, reaching into the ammunition clips at his side and grabbing hold of one. The bullets came like horizontal hail, pelting Luther’s body in what seemed to be an immediate and undeniable death. But as the marksmen unloaded, they noticed Luther did not go down. He stumbled a bit as the bullets force hit his body, moving back on reflex, but as expected, he was unharmed by the bullets as they hit his steel body. His body had taken a decent portion of the bullets fired as he stood closer to the marksmen then Umbert and his foe did, but some may have managed to slip past him. It did not matter, Luther had done his portion of aid, and the time was still counting down. “Two minutes.” He said as he loaded the ammunition clip into the bottom of the launcher attached to his right arm, lowering it from his eyes and aiming his hand at the marksmen, tilting his hand upwards. “My turn.” He said coldly as he pulled the lever on the side of his launcher. The marksmen stopped firing and started to dart as Luther pressed the button on the underside of his launcher. There was a sound like a loud gunshot as the slug was fired, soaring through the air towards the marksmen, then breaking apart in the air and scattering. Though the marksmen tried to spread apart to avoid being hit, this explosive followed suit, breaking into five parts that spread out and rocketed into the ground, each giving off their own sizeable explosion as they hit. Each member of the marksmen squad was sent to the ground, none without injuries. Two of the marksmen had a broken leg each and they all were shell shocked and scratched up. None were unfortunate enough to take taken a direct hit, but none were fortunate enough for that to have been the last shot. Luther pulled the lever back again, an empty shell dropping to the ground. “Thirty seconds.” He said as he hit the button again, adjusting his aim and letting loose another shot. The marksmen saw the shot coming, in fear they tried to run. The two with broken legs desperately tried to get to their feet, one tried to come and assist his fallen comrades, but they were just who Luther had aimed for. The multiple explosions came down like mortar fire, engulfing the three marksmen in stone shrapnel form the ground and burning shock. As the dust cleared, two men lay dead, one bleeding on the ground. “Time, three targets down. Satisfactory.” Luther said as he lowered his arm. techs used
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| KileyBarker | Mar 26 2012, 09:23 PM Post #26 |
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And the bar was torn asunder by the might of Samantha's hairy creations. Heather saw the bulky weapons being built up. They gave off an ominous feeling. It was like looking down the barrel of a loaded cannon. The cannon fired, and the bar shattered. Wood, the precious and expensive resource, flew in all directions in splintering fashions. Heather wasn't waiting for the collapse however. She crossed her arms in front of her and ran towards the exit. There was a wooden wall blocking her path to freedom. The girl gathered all her might and smashed into it with her arms taking the brunt of the impact. She blasted through the wall in the nick of time and rolled as she hit the ground. The bar-room brawlers seemed prime for another round. Why were they fighting in the first place? Heather honestly didn't know anymore. She was the one who spilled Samantha's booze... But she wasn't about to question the monster woman's motives. Everything was beginning to fall into place as the incredibly tall man hollered to the small red bearded man about something Heather didn't understand. "Metal hair? How is that woman moving her hair like that anyhow" asked the girl quietly to herself. Her question wasn't directed towards any individual but rather as a simple outward expression of confusion. Heather had never met a devils fruit user before and did not have any clue as to what they were. Of course as soon as Heather's mind slips for a moment in thought some gunmen would show up to try and end the brawl. Heather was about to take action but was quickly beaten to the punch by the overbearingly large man. He leaped in front of incoming fire and took the shots for the brawling fools behind him. The sound of metal hitting metal twanged through the air and hurt Heather's ears. What was this? First a woman with amazing hair powers now an invincible man? Heather's mind was rife with questions and wonder. Heather realized the tall man and the short one were friends. The tall man clearly addressed him and neither of them seemed to know the blue haired brawling monster since they were fighting rather seriously. Then the invincible and massive man launched something towards the gunmen. He fired bombs through the air. He did this twice severely hurting and/or killing the gunmen. Heather quickly ran towards him but slowed her pace down as she approached. First impressions were always important. "My name is Heather, and I have been stuck on this island for a month now. Do you have a ship? If you do would you permit me to join you on your travels? I can navigate and hit things really hard. If you have need for either one of these abilities please permit me to join you" cried the small girl. She bowed her head in the polite manner her sisters had taught her so many years ago back home. Her hands were folded in her front of her. This could be Heather's last chance to get off of the island. She would do anything to continue traveling the Grand Line. Even if it meant consorting with criminals who trash bars. Suddenly a gust of wind caught Heather's cap and lifted it off of her head. It fluttered up in the wind and off into the distance. She didn't flinch. Her golden brown braids on the back of her head were clearly visible now. The shorter locks were caught up in the gentle breeze of the island. Her face was clearly illuminated and her gender was clearly female for the first time today. Heather's brown eyes glowed with a few fragments of green. Her face was clearly serious. It was obvious the girl was far from lying and she was clearly determined. It was then that a click sounded as the final living gunman rolled onto his stomach. He pulled a pistol and pointed it at the giant man and he cried out a rather large yell fueled by adrenaline. A small bulging vein formed on Heather's forehead. She had just made a great plea in an attempt to win over the giant man and that shitty marksman had to ruin it. WHY DIDN'T HE JUST DIE LIKE THE OTHER TWO? Heather snapped back her palm and pushed it forward, sending a mist blue colored shockwave. It cut through the air and smashed the marksman in his, already injured, chest. The man's body caved in from the force of the blow. The shockwave hit with the full force Heather could muster. The man died instantly as his heart and lungs were squeezed into pulp. He dropped the pistol on the cold ground as his pulse left him. "Why do the natives of this island always interrupt me when I am trying to talk to someone" questioned the girl with a pained voice filled with all the youthful irony of a teenage girl. Tech used
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| geomease | Mar 28 2012, 12:18 PM Post #27 |
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"Always! Gra-da-daaa! I won't hold back!" "Good, what fun would it be if you were to retain yourself for me, that's what i intend to do to you." Samantha Chuckled as the man began to pick up speed towards her. She held out two arms in front as a shield and two reared back over her head to prepare to smash. He lept forward spinning those axes horizontally intending to rip into her. She had positioned her hands in front of her as they began to expend, covering her body was a dense layer of hair while blended into the color of her body and clothes making her appear like she was simply larger than a normal person. As his momentum and spin was stopped she cupped the back of her giant hair hand around him squeezing his arms together but exposing his front side. She grinned and reared back another fist of hair and thrust it forward to blow him backwards a ways, at least that was her intention. She was sure he was tough enough to survive such a blow. She had been so enraptured by her brawl she had hardly noticed the marksman taking aim at them. Just as she turned to face the firing squad it was torn up, by the large mechanical man. She had missed what he had said to her opponent, apparently they were mates or something like that. Advice withstanding he was not jumping into their fight was she was grateful for. he was an odd one, gargantuan and the way the bullets pinged off his body, he must have some kind of power or cybernetics or something like that. She was beginning to get the itch of desire to fight him to. "Pretty good body you got there, thanks for cleaning up the trash." she joked towards the man. She had turned her attention from the dwarf to address the threat of the marksman so he would have had a chance to get up and counter if he wanted. However that might have to be put on hold. the man with the blindfold and katana blew breath but his nose in frustration. He began to confidently walk towards The Mechanical behemoth without seemingly any fear of him. He looked, or you might think he was looking, between Sam. "One, two, possibly three culprits, at least one vagrant criminal, undoubtedly pirate, another a cohort also suspected pirate. And Samantha Strong, freelance carpenter and rouge. Samantha, while we had an agreement to allow you passage on our ship to this point we cannot allow you to rampage, even if it is just against a bunch of pirates. Stand don now and we may be willing to put off criminal charges for destruction of public property." Samantha scoffed at the man, she knew him, a retiree who spent his days training Marines. Despite being blind he had no problems navigating himself, more so his sense of accuracy and dexterity was mysteriously peerless. She folder her arms over one another ad cracked her neck. "Ehhh? tha fuck you doing ya nosy bastard, ruining my fun then nearly shootin me? I outta knock you into last week." She spat jutting her lower jaw forward as she addressed who she considered to be a total wet blanket. She didn't care about the damage, if need be she'd repair or pay for it all herself, she had the skills to do so herself. She cracked her knuckles intimidatingly at him. he attention was dropped completely from Umbert to this man now. "Very well, suppose it's no difference if I need to put down a mad dog on top of a couple of piles of filth" Looks like the dynamic was changing to more of a battle royale. Reginold techniques
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| Umbert | Mar 29 2012, 12:11 PM Post #28 |
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Umbert felt himself pick up speed as he approached, keeping his body low and bent forward to break through the gap under the woman's arm. His blades reflected the grey light dimly as his feet thudded forward, darting over the bodies of fallen bar brawlers along the way. As he moved closer to his target, two long tentacles of blue hair rose up behind the woman. Lunging forward, he aimed for her side, and to zip past her before those iron pythons struck him. But where there was supposed to be a satisfying spray of blood and a scream of pain, Umbert only heard a loud clang of metal upon metal as he suddenly found himself flipping over onto his back from the recoil, a jarring pain shooting up his arm. Looking to his right, where he had struck, he found that his axes had seemingly stopped dead on the bare flesh of her stomach. His eyes widened in shock, but he didn't have time to retaliate further, before a sledgehammer-like fist of blue hair smashed into his side. Letting out a choked grunt of pain, he gritted his teeth as the fist pressed hard against his ribs, before he felt himself soaring through the air, before hitting the dirt and rolling violently several times. Slowing to a halt in the dirt lying on his belly, Umbert let out a groan as he axes scattered close by. Dammit, he thought to himself. Those blue arms are really strong! I've never felt anything like it! Dragging himself shakily to his feet, he walked forward to pick up his axes, which had fallen to the ground close by. As he bent forward to pick them, however, he felt a large looming presence behind him. Turning, he found himself looking at the huge armored back of Luther Wilson, who was staring out into the marketplace. Umbert opened his mouth to give him the usual backchat, but he promptly jumped with surprise as a hail of bullets blasted out of the forest of grey cloth canopies. The subsequent pings of the bullets bouncing off Luther's steel hide sounded throughout the square as the policemen kept up their fire. Umbert went to make a sarky remark, but before he could even open his mouth Luther returned fire, a series of violent explosions turning the marketplace and the large fountain to nothing more than splinters and smoldering ruins, the battered and wounded policemen rising slowly out of the rubble. "Well, looks like tha' new suit of yours isn' just a pretty case, Wils-" Umbert began, but was cut off as Luther sent another merciless barrage of explosive shells into the ruins, sending the policemen diving for cover once more. Umbert let out a surprised guffaw, as he watched some of the police be cut down by the hail of explosives. "Gra-da-da-da! Now tha's cold, Wilson! Ah like it!" Umbert cackled, slapping Luther on the back. The metallic sound resonated for a moment, before Umbert grimaced with the stinging pain now searing through his reddened palm. Slowly removing the hand from Luther, Umbert turned back to his own opponent. However, it appeared she wasn't paying attention to him anymore. Her gaze was off to one side, which infuriated Umbert greatly. Breaking off at a pelt towards her, he let out an angry growl. "Ah'll teach you teh ignore me, punk bi-" He skidded to a halt as a calm, confident voice sounded out of the ruins of the marketplace, turning on the spot to search for its owner in the grey cloud of dust. As Umbert peered about, he spied a lone figure, wearing a flowing white robe, walking slowly across the square, one hand gently rested on the hilt of a sheathed katana at his waist. Umbert was more intrigued by the new challenger than what he was actually saying, and he was startled by the blue-haired girl shouting something to the swordsman. "Ehhh? tha fuck you doing ya nosy bastard, ruining my fun then nearly shootin me? I oughtta knock you into last week." She blurted out, prompting Umbert to give her a sneer that said "Prove it, punk." "Very well, I suppose there is no difference, if I need to put down a mad dog as well as a couple of piles of filth. You will pay for killing my students like this." The swordsman slowly drew his sword, holding it away from his body, gently tilting the blade this way and that as he walked through the wreckage. It was as he got closer that Umbert saw that he was wearing a blindfold, of all things. He couldn't help but laugh mockingly at the approaching swordsman. "Gra-da-da-da! How d'yeh expect teh fight without seein' where yer goin', yeh cross-dressin' fruit-basket?!" Umbert grinned, darting past Luther as he charged the swordsman. "Ah'll handle this one, Wilson! This'll be over in a second!" He yelled back, before turning his attention completely to the Marine. The Marine exhaled softly, slowing to a stop, feet shoulder-width apart beneath his robe. He spoke in a calm voice, loud enough for Luther and Samantha to hear, but Umbert's rampant lust for blood drowned out everything but the psychotic pirate's own heart thumping in his ears. "An axe swing towards my waist from my right." Umbert let out a triumphant roar, as he twisted his body to increase his momentum, and unleashed a savage swing with his left arm. At the Marine's waist. For the second time that day, Umbert was denied the satisfying splatter of hot blood on his skin, and was instead met with the near-silent swoop of his axe slicing through the air and nothing else. "What the hell?! Where'd 'e go?" Umbert shouted, offended by the disappearance of the man. A shadow blotted out the sky above him for a moment, and Umbert looked up, more through mere compulsive reaction than any real thought, and only had time for his mouth to fall open in a silent shout, before the Marine's blade sliced neatly down his chest, tearing open his red shirt as blood pumped out. Umbert fell back silently, shocked by the sheer surprise of the attack, before landing on his back on the floor, and rolling over onto his side, clutching his chest. The Marine stayed crouched, the tip of the sleek katana touching the ground, Umbert's blood pooling at the tip. "Keen Eagle's Eye." The Marine murmured. He slowly rose to his feet, flicking his sword out to the side to rid it of excess blood, before approaching Umbert's prone form. "I am sorry pirate, but you doomed yourself when you arrived on this island with such violent intentions." He slowly raised his sword above his head with one hand, the tip pointed downwards towards Umbert, who raised his head slowly, gritting his teeth and glaring like a wounded animal at the Marine. Reaching out for one of his axes, which was lying beside him, Umbert tried to rise to counter-attack, letting out a growl of muffled pain with the effort. The Marine didn't move at first, but simply said: "Carving attack to the thighs." And then suddenly, his palm was facing forwards, right in the arc of Umbert's blade. The pirate allowed a grin to come to his face, believing his weapon to carve through the Marine's hand and legs with ease. But his axe struck the man's hand. And stayed there. Umbert blinked. The Marine merely frowned a little. A thin rivulet of blood ran down the middle of the Marine's palm, where one of the spikes on the blade of the axe had managed to press mere millimeters into the man's flesh. Grimacing deeply, the Marine curtly whipping his sword around, slashing Umbert across his chest with blinding speed. Umbert let out a faint grunt, before falling back again, unable to rise. Returning to his former stance, the Marine prepared to finish off Umbert Redstone. "Face justice, Pirate. There will be no paradise for you." Technique used by Reginold |
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| Mega | Apr 1 2012, 04:07 PM Post #29 |
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Secret Technique
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‘Calling Ninas current situation ‘Dire’ would be a grave understatement, before her stood a gigantic, white and enraged cockroach. Having managed to damage its wings to the point where the thing lost the capability for flight seemed like it had only served to make the thing even angrier than before. It didn’t seem much inconvenienced by the loss of flight, which shouldn’t come as a surprise really. Roaches usually spent most of their time on land after all, not that Nina could recollect that particular fact at the moment considering she were only just barely keeping herself from breaking out in panic. The voices were now starting to become almost understandable. As if had the mermaid concentrated on them she might have picked words out, but she did not. The doctor barely even noticed they were there in the first place; she had not paid them any mind since before finding the underground pond. The giant roach emitted some high pitched screeching noises before bending it’s front legs slightly forward, as if it prepared to lunge. Not taking any chances Nina immediately leapt to the side, hitting the ground and rolling, a moment later she felt the impact as the beast hit the ground where she had been moments earlier, the tremors were enough to crack the ground and send small pieces of rock flying. Ninas roll stopped abruptly as she collided with one of the large leathery things that were scattered all over the cave. Causing her vision to blur for a moment, Getting back up she spun around while pulling the bowstring, letting fly the moment she faced the giant bug. The arrow hit the large outer shell with a metallic clang, it didn’t even put a dent in the massive piece of armour. While it caused no damage it did however cause it to stand up on its rear legs while letting out a shrill hiss, the sound was at a level where it physically hurt to just listen to. Falling down to one knee Nina held her hands over the ears in a vain attempt at shielding herself from the noise. Her vision blurred again, staying conscious was starting to become difficult with the continuous assault of something she could not see. Falling down on both knees she could feel her strength drain away, her vision failing the light emanating from her arrow seemed far off. As she could vaguely pick up the shape of the giant insect preparing for a lunge her mind went completely blank. The thought of dying had crossed her mind often enough but she had thought it far off. One would think a lot would cross her mind now that she stood by deaths door but that wasn’t the case. No regrets, no fear, no thoughts, no emotions, just the simple acceptance that her time had arrived, you could say she found peace in the moment before being ripped to pieces by a giant monstrous cockroach. Blink Movement Blink A shape covering her vison Blink A voice Blink JuMp FOrWarD Blink Her body moved. Instinct took over Blink Her tail were whole, her body sliding on the damp floor Blink Face turned up she saw with crystal clear clarity the underside of the insect, the segmented body covered by an exoskeleton, the breathing holes attached on each. Blink Mind still blank she moved, pulling out two arrows she used her own tail to spin around and shoot back across the floor toward the insect. Blink It landed with another tremor Blink She were back underneath it, arms moving almost on their own, both arrows sailing through the air, impacting the breathing holes Blink Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud Blink Four more arrows hit their mark Blink tO thE RigHt Blink Her tail hit one of its legs, changing her course so she slid to the right Blink A giant claw tore the rock where she would have been Blink Impacting another of the leathery things brought a sudden end to her clear minded state, dulling the voices along with it ”What the…” she muttered just as a pained shriek resounded in the cave. Quickly transforming her tail back to legs the mermaid scrambled to her feet in time to see the roach flailing around on the spot, large chunks of rock being send flying every time the claws touched ground. Watching in a mix of fascination and horror Nina witnessed how the giant roach fell to the ground, sending a small tremor through the rock. Silence reigned for a brief moment before a violent chorus of clicks and hissing erupted all around the cave. Spinning around on the spot Nina tried to see what was going on, her world spun for a moment as she stopped. Getting up from the floor she felt her whole body ache and shiver with exhaustion, staggering up to the giant white roach she carefully looked at it, it seemed to be dead. A normal voice or old knowledge somewhere in the back of her head commented that what she had thrown arrows into was vital for a roach to survive. Turning from the downed beast she began to franticly look for a way out of the cave, wherever the sounds came from they couldn’t be signalling anything good. [Translated from the language of cockroaches] Worker 1: Impossible Bob: That was awesome Antonio: I think I am in love Everyone: Excited chatter Bob: She beat the queen Worker 2: Wh-what do we do now? Bob: Don’t ask me Worker 1: But who should tell us what to do? Bob: What will become of us without a queen... Antonio: Elementary dear bob, since she is obviously qualified we make her our new Queen! Worker 2: that’s… Bob: that’s the best idea I’ve heard in ages! Everyone: Yes! Good idea! Banzai! Bob: Everyone, Follow the new Queen! Everyone: Cheering [End Translation] Edited by Mega, Apr 1 2012, 04:12 PM.
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Apr 2 2012, 08:48 PM Post #30 |
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Eyes still fixated on the point of destruction, Luther documented in his mind the range of destruction he now possessed. The test of the scattershot slugs had been a success; one could only hope that his second invention would prove even more potent. The blue haired woman had taken notice of his skills, as did Umbert, as they paused their battle to marvel at his destructive capabilities. It was amusing, to say the least, and as Luther prepared his witty retort, he suddenly found himself being approached by the rather tomboyish woman from the bar. While her surviving the devil fruit user’s assault wasn’t surprising, her decision to perform a formal greeting in the middle of a battle was. She came to him, quite distraught over being trapped on the plain white island, advertising her ship worthy skills. Luther looked down intensely at the masculine looking woman and pondered her request, just as the sharp sound of a bullet grazing her cap drew Luther’s attention to one of the fallen gunmen, who managed to cling to life. With an annoyed huff, Luther raised his arm to fire a shot in retaliation, but suddenly he saw the woman who had introduced herself as Heather strike the air with all her might, sending out a wave of pure force that struck the man and crushed his chest, blood spraying from his mouth as he came to a permanent rest. Luther looked back to her; she seemed to have taken on a more feminine tone, but also a more violent one. Her mercilessness surprised Luther, but it also impressed him. Between the woman standing before him now begging for transportation and boasting her navigational skills, and the woman fighting with Umbert, Luther was sure he would have bent at least one strong fighter into residence on his ship. “Striking down that man for interrupting you is quite the change of tone for someone willing to bow to a pirate, just for a transport.” He looked down at her for a moment, silent, his gaze steady and heavy on her. Then he looked away, noticing there was another opponent entering the fray. He was blindfolded, navigating his way forward. Luther furrowed his brow, something wasn’t right. He seemed calm and steady, though surely he heard the explosions. He came forward and spoke with malicious intent, it was clear he was here to battle. The man was walking towards Luther, and from what Luther could tell was truly blind and not putting on a façade. Luther raised his right arm, his long steel blade ejecting from the opening of his bracer on the back of his wrist, shining in the light. “Continue to survive through this battle, Heather, and I’ll consider your proposal.” He said as he prepared to strike the marine. But as he did, Umbert charged past recklessly, abandoning his previous opponent in favor of the blind man. Luther considered stopping him, but what could the blind man do? Against Umbert’s speed and ferocity, not even a master swordsman could hold him off for long without the use of his eyesight. There was a moment of stillness, as Umbert charged forward, the swordsman became still. Luther’s eyes narrowed. Luther knew it was a trap, but he also knew it was too late to warn Umbert. All he could do was hope Umbert could cut through the swordsman’s trick so that Luther could step in. Then, the marine called out the attack. And instantly, Umbert performed the exact movement predicted. “This man…” Luther’s eyes were wide with shock as the marine swordsman effortlessly dodged Umbert’s swing. It wasn’t fathomable for a blind man to be able to dodge such an attack, much less to know the exact weapon and trajectory of the swing. It wasn’t a human feet, he must have been yet another devil fruit user. “To meet this many extraordinary humans within mere days of entering the Grand Line, I never would have expected this.” Though he was genially intrigued, Luther was also deeply concerned. The marine came down and executed a perfect attack to Umbert that sent the hairball to the ground clutching a deep wound. His speed and accuracy were hard to decipher. Luther didn’t have much time to try and decode the method to the madness that he was bearing witness to, as he could tell Umbert had no chance of defeating this opponent. Following his reckless nature, Umbert gathered up his endurance and swung his axe yet again. Once again, the swordsman predicted the nature of the attack with startling accuracy. But he made no attempt to dodge this time. Umbert saw this as opportunity, but Luther’s instincts told him it had to be a trap. “Don’t be a fool Umbert! Move yourself now!” Luther barked in vain as the ace blade made contact, yet somehow didn’t pierce the marine’s body. A small amount of blood dripped from the swordsman’s hand, yet he seemed undamaged otherwise. As both Umbert and Luther watched in total shock, the swordsman cut down Umbert, declaring his victory. A vein surfaced on Luther’s forehead and began pulsating with rage. “You want to sail with my crew?” Luther said to Heather with a forced tone. “Move my subordinate out of the way. Then watch closely.” Luther stepped forward, walking towards the swordsman. He watched as the swordsman’s gaze followed Luther as if he was staring, Luther could even feel the burning gaze of the marine on him. Luther held up his arms, the second forearm blade ejecting from his left wrist. He held the two blades forward, in a ready position to strike. “Your skills of prediction are remarkable, swordsman. Let us see what happens to a man when he predicts his own demise yet cannot prevent it.” The swordsman said nothing; he simply turned his body to face Luther and tightened his grip on his sword. Luther bent his knees and activated the springs in his legs. “XLR8”. With one large burst of speed, Luther leapt forward, drawing back his right arm to drive forward into the swordsman’s chest. “Serpent Pierce!” But while in motion, the marine simply stated “Straight punch with blade to the chest.” And raised his sword. Moving with a speed that surpassed even the strike used against Umbert, the swordsman darted past Luther and made a powerful slash across the cyborg’s shoulder. It didn’t feel as much like a cut as it did like incredible pressure along a single line. As Luther’s leap reached its end, the marine was standing behind him unharmed, and Luther had fallen to one knee, clutching his shoulder. Blood dripped down Luther’s shoulder, the steel in his body hadn’t been cut, but it had been dented quite badly, enough to cause noticeable damage. The cut seemed to have traveled beyond his blade and made a long, running slice down Luther's back as well, his steel body was the only thing that protected him from being cut open. “I see…” said Luther. “He doesn’t see the mere movements; he must be reading minds somehow. This man must be another devil fruit user.” techs used by Luther techs used by Reginold
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