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| KileyBarker | May 13 2012, 11:28 PM Post #46 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A True Hero
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As the others pressed Reginold into a corner, the roaches were cornering Heather. She backed away from them and pushed them back continually but they were relentless. Even with all of her strength she couldn't crack their steel-hard shells. These roaches were truly formidable. The others would not come to Heather's aide. The girl could ascertain that much. Only one question remained then: how on God's green Earth could she beat them? The next roach flew at Heather with a powerful leap. It flew through the air with a primal and powerful headbutt aimed directly at Heather's head. The girl put her arms up in front of her and struck the roach's stomach as it came in. The roach flew behind Heather and landed on its back motionless. Something was off. The roach didn't try to regain its footing. It wasn't moving at all. It was unconscious. Heather's strike had effectively "beaten" the roach. 'What was different about "that" hit' wondered the woman. Even the feel of the roach was softer. Was it just a weak shelled beast? Heather wasn't quite sure, but she didn't have enough time to wonder as the roaches began going berserk. The marine man had grabbed the mermaid woman, the same woman whom the roaches nearly killed Heather over. The man quickly disappeared into an allyway. The roaches were not even close to quick enough to follow. The strange mermaid they loved had disappeared, and they were pissed. Four of the beasts swarmed Heather instantly. The first roach blasted itself into Heather's gut. It knocked the wind out of her. Heather let out a gasp of air as her abdominal area was compressed by the roaches forceful charge. She stumbled backwards as the next roach flew in. It came in and smashed hard into Heather's right shoulder. The impact, when paired with the one directly before it, lifted Heather off of her feet. Her body began to spin in the air as the third roach came in. It blasted into her body at the perfect angle to continue, and aggravate, her spin. Heater's body began spinning violently in the air for a brief moment before the fourth and final roach smashed into her center mass. The final blast sent Heather flying backwards in a powerful spiral motion from the spinning. Heather smashed into the wooden wall of a building. The wall slightly caved in at the point of impact as Heater was imprinted into the wall. Heather's eyes cracked open slowly. The world was glazed over. Everything was fuzzy. Her entire body was aflame with pain. These feelings were surreal. Heather had never been beaten this hard before. Her body was battered, bruised, and beaten. This was something Heather wasn't prepared for. These roaches were too strong for her to handle, the marine Reginold was far too powerful for her to handle, and the large woman with the crazy hair was far too powerful for her to handle. Why were all of these people so strong? This is the Grand Line. This would be Heather's introduction to its true horrors. All four of the remaining roaches charged at the "Stuck in a wall" Heather. The girl kicked her foot off of the wall and landed on the ground. This would be the last clash. Heather was legitimately pissed off now. She hated this island, she hated these roaches, and she hated feeling weak. Heather refused this feeling. She would not accept weakness. The girls eyes flashed with the thunder of youth as she smashed her palm into the first roach's underside. Her hand nearly went through the poor creature. "So that's the secret..." The next two came in at the same time. Heather dropped low to the ground and lifted both of her palms upwards with an incredible force, picking up the two roaches into the air. She then quickly threw two jabs at their undersides, knocking both roaches out. The girl cracked a wicked smile, it was more intimidating from the trail of blood running down the girl's head, as she whispered, "You don't have a shell underneath, do you?" The final roach in the group that had been attacking Heather charged. The girl lifted her foot hard under what she assumed was the creature's chin. It's head snapped back far enough for Heather to plant her foot deep into its abdomen. In much the same way Heather had let loose her breath earlier, the roach's lungs gasped and grasped for air. He quickly collapsed. Heather stumbled forward as she made her way towards the dwarf, hair woman, and invincible man just in time to hear his speech. Heather's face was bloodied and her knees were shaking. On the surface only a few of the roaches remained. It seemed the majority of them had disappeared back down whatever tunnel they crawled out of. Their unsettling scuffling could still be heard from above ground. Heather was at her limit and finally took a knee. Her breathing was heavy and she wasn't sure she could keep going like this. The only gratification she could receive is she was going to leave this island soon. The threat Luther had made, to burn down Gesso, sealed that deal. Heather hated this island, and if she could leave it black and crispy then she would. Heather picked her right arm up and set it on her knee as she stood slowly to face the group. She wanted to help this man. The pain in his voice was clear. He was upset and he needed help to stop this opponent. This Reginold had a hostage now. Not only was he nearly unstoppable in a fight, but he was damn near invincible now. The only hope they would have would be to gang together and bring and end to him. Heather was smiling. She would have a chance to prove herself to these people. She had done nothing but run from roaches the entire time they fought the marine. She didn't feel right leaving it at this. If she was going to be let off this island she would have to repay these people. Heather would not stand for it. She would pay the fee for traversing the Grand Line. She would become a pirate if she had to. Heather would find her parents in this sea one day, and to do that she needed to keep moving forward. The young navigator had planned to chart this entire ocean as she traveled. It didn't matter if she traveled as a marine, bounty hunter, or as a pirate. "Burn down Gesso? You, sir, are batshit crazy. Thing is, I like crazy." Her voice wavered only for a moment. Heather was determined. techs
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| geomease | May 17 2012, 12:57 PM Post #47 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The roaches were none to happy of their reassignment as living projectiles. And it seems they decided to gang up on Samantha now. They surrounded her on all sides, each of them edging closer in unison to box her in. Samantha narrowed her eyes and and readied herself. They began to mass together impaling their claws in her body from every direction, there was just one problem, Samantha wasn't there. They looked around confused until they saw her floating about 20 feet in the air above them. sprouting from her back extended 9 massive fists and booths of iron hard hair, each as big as a truck. They stared in disbelief as the massive object began to plummet towards them. However they found themselves quite immobilized. "Sorry boys, but bugs ain't my thing." She remarked with a shit eating grin as the limbs of hair smashed the insects into the ground so hard their bodies were immobilized and imbedded into the ground. She continued to smash them harder and harder until she felt satisfaction at seeing their bodies wedged between the shattered stone of the streets. Taking a tired sigh she looked across the battlefield to see that the Marine had taken the roaches as a sign of a turning tide and split. However not content to give up ground for nothing he snatched what was apparently the crews doctor before he ran off. This threw the roaches into a frenzy as they began to indiscriminately attack everything around them. "Geeze this is getting ridiculous, I need a drink..." She turned her head in he direction of the bar which was currently in ruins. Grimacing at the thought of no liquor to be waiting for her after this battle she decided she had stayed in this colorless island long enough. Extending her "aura" to the maximum she firmly held in place any of the roaches that got near her and brought herself to the ground and walked over to the apparent captain. She slapped a strong hand on his shoulder in a cuffing motion. "Oi this place is wrecked enough as it is, don't need you firing any more of those bunker busters indiscriminately. Jesus is this how you guys always get along, Surprised you aren't already dead, Marines tend to give out bounties for such needless destruction. But anyway thanks to you jerk offs now the only place to get some booze on this island is in ruins, I figure that you guys ow me a good drink for getting me mixed up in your problems. " She said jabbing at finger at his shoulder with surprising force. She extended a network of hairs over to the bloody dwarf and began to tightly wrap them around his body, the hair quickly began to soak in his excessively spilling blood. Thankfully her hair binding seemed to be doing it's job and stemming the flow of blood. Perhaps she had tightened it a bit too much, or maybe she hadn't needed to harden the hairs, but she figured for all the trouble he was worth he owed her that much. "I even wrapped up your bleeding to death fellow so he wouldn't die, you should be thankful for my generosity." She said with her usual vulgar tone. This woman was crass, rude, obstinate, and violent, but there was no doubting her capacity for combat and to an even further end, destruction. If one didn't know her one could easily surmise she was a pirate. |
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| Umbert | May 18 2012, 05:09 PM Post #48 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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There was little that Umbert could comprehend right now. All he could hear was the thundering of his own heartbeat in his ears, as his dimmed vision glared at the blindfolded Marine. The man's lips seemed to move, but Umbert heard nothing, as he tried to assert more pressure against the Marine's katana. In response, Reginold changed the weight of his grip on the blade, but otherwise kept Umbert at a standstill. And that was when he committed the greatest atrocity in the blood-pumped Umbert's eyes. He directed his attention elsewhere. Baring his teeth, Umbert let out a growl as he raised one axe-wielding arm above his head, his veins bulging in his stocky limbs. The growl rose quickly in pitch, until it was another barbaric roar, as Umbert plunged into a sudden flurry of reckless, wild attacks with both weapons, abandoning the crucial stalemate between them. Near-blind, it took Umbert several seconds to realize that he'd done little more than turn the hard ground beneath where the Marine stood into a pit of gravel. Turning his predator-like attention to where the Doctor was standing, Umbert saw the Marine scoop her up for a split second. That was enough for him. With gusto, Umbert launched the axe in his left hand straight at the spot where he'd seen him, the axe spinning wildly through the air, before lodging itself deep into the wall on the far side of the courtyard. Umbert stared with unfocused eyes at the axe, his outstretched arm shivering visibly. Without the focus of a clear enemy to attack, Umbert's adrenaline began to die down at an alarming rate. Lacking the ability to even piece together coherent thought, Umbert instinctively made to retrieve his weapon. However, he barely made it a few faltering steps before he began to fall forward onto his face, feeling his consciousness slipping away as the ground rose to meet his face. But before he felt the hard ground against his cheek, he felt silken bindings cover his body and hoist him into the air again. As the feeling moved over his body, Umbert felt his wounds being cleaned. Although they were still painful, and took their toll on his strength, it was no longer unbearable as the bindings did their work, before lowering Umbert to his knees, where they released him and allowed him to fall forward to catch himself on his hands. Closing his eyes and taking deep breath, Umbert gritted his teeth as his head began to pound with a fierce headache, as if he'd drank ten times too much alcohol the night before. He took several deep breaths, before opening his eyes again, and pushing himself back to sit down, still breathing heavily. "Oi, Nina's goin' to have a thing or two to answer for when we get 'er back, Wilson. She shot me up good." He grunted as he pushed himself, walking to retrieve his thrown axe. Tucking the weapon back into its sheath, he returned to the captain and the blue-haired woman. "So, when we movin' out? An' don't worry abou' me. Ah'll walk it off." He grinned wearily. |
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| Mega | May 23 2012, 09:48 AM Post #49 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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She didn’t really get what was going on since all Nina could see was the back of the swordsman, however she heard plenty. The explosions coming from Luthers weaponry and the frenzied shrieks from the roaches, not to mention more than a little yelling. Once the dust settled she found that they had left her companions far behind and were moving at a steady pace away from the combat zone. At first she struggled to get free but that soon proved futile so she settled for doing nothing, she’d get her chance to escape later, probably. Though she couldn’t help but ask one question ”What do you think you’re going to do with me? This island has no marine bases as far as I know” at first she was met with silence but then Reginald did answer. ”Some former students of mine are visiting today, you will be put in one of the cells on their ship until further notice” Reginald then clammed up and refused to say anything else. Nina assumed those ‘former students’ would be marines, or from some other law enforcement agency judging by Reginald himself. Eventually they came upon someone, she couldn’t really tell who since she were currently in a position where determining what was in front of Reginald was a tad bit difficult. ”Hia teach” ”Greetings Sensei” The first voice was unmistakably Female while the second sounded rather androgynous, possibly from a young male of some kind. ”Students” ”What’cha got there? A girlfriend?” The female voice asked with an amused tone, the mermaid could hear supressed laughter from the other voice. ”Hardly, this is a small fry pirate who might become troublesome in the future” ”If I wasn’t slung over your shoulder like this I might have taken that as an insult” Nina commented wryly, that caused what were most probably a fit of laughter from the androgynous voice. After clearing his throat Reginald continued ”In any case I’d like to put her on your ship for now Gretzel” He did sound somewhat embarrassed but that might have simply been the doctors imagination. ”Sure thing teach, we might be on vacation but I’m sure the men wont object to imprisoning a pirate” After that they began to move again, this time toward the sea if the air was anything to judge by. During the walk the two newcomers chatted happily with Reginald, from what she could gather Gretzel was a marine Lieutenant Commander in charge of a rather large ship, the other voice that she had yet to hear a name or gender for seemed to be some kind of bounty hunter. Upon reaching the ship Reginald paused for a few moments ”I ask you both to be on your guard, this ones Crew might attempt a rescue” ”Hah! I dare them to try, there is 200 marines on this ship excluding me, they would need a small army at least” Gretzels tone was very self-confident, she had probably faced pirates more than once before and judging from her tone the encounters hadn’t been pleasant for the pirates. ”Gretzel, you shouldn’t be overconfident, pirates are dangerous” the androgynous voice cut in ”You worry too much David” Reginald began to move as the other two broke out in what sounded like friendly bickering, as he did she caught a glimpse of whom they were when he passed them. The buxom one in marine getup was obviously Gretzel, she had long black hair and a general look that said you did not want to mess with her. The owner of the other voice appeared to be a rather ordinary looking young male, not more than a boy in fact which seemed pretty strange considering how they had talked about him as some hot shot bounty hunter. The mermaid only caught a quick glimpse before being brought down below the deck, passing a lot of marines on the way, before long she was not so gently thrown in a jail cell with the door slamming behind her. Looking around as Reginald disappeared she noted that she were the only prisoner ”So much for planning an escape with the other prisoners” she dryly commented before making herself comfortable. As much as that was possible in a cell where the most comfortable piece of furniture was the floor In the meantime the roaches spent some time being in a general frenzy, until Antonio:Enough! Calm falling over the rampaging horde Antonio: Guys, it is time to gather The council And with that the roaches vanished as quickly as they had appeared, only leaving those who were more or less permanently stuck in the walls or ground |
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | May 29 2012, 08:18 PM Post #50 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The bloodshot veins in Luther’s eyes shrank slowly as his boiling rage was subdued by logical thinking. Be calm, his mind told him. Violence and rage won’t solve the problem, won’t deliver vengeance. Now is the time to think, to plan, and once a plan is formed it can be executed, along with that swordsman. His breathing was still heavy, his muscles still tensed, and the vein in his forehead was still throbbing, but he was calmer. Calm enough to work logically again, though his actions were still laced with malice. The short woman who had busted the bar from earlier was back, spouting obvious flattery. “I don’t know what you want and frankly I don’t care. I can guarantee you this though, make yourself useful and I’ll think about returning the favor. Double cross me and I will shove an explosive down your throat. I am in no mood for games.” Clenching his fists, Luther turned to the woman, looking down at her and speaking in a low tone. “If you want to make yourself useful, get ready to move out. I need to patch up the midget and decide on a plan of attack.” Luther felt a strong hand slap against his shoulder, and he turned to face the devil fruit using woman. She seemed simple minded enough, though not completely stupid, and would hopefully be a beneficial result of landing on this infuriating island. Though she seemed more concerned about the sudden lack of alcohol on the island then any of the wonton destruction Luther had caused, she also seemed to be extending an offer of understanding. “I’ve already surpassed twelve million beli on my head alone, I’m sure the marines are already devoting small sectors of their precious resources to hunting me down, which is exactly what I have anticipated. If anyone needs a drink around here, it’s me.” When the devil fruit user insisted she should be rewarded for tying together the barely connected body parts belonging to Umbert, it became apparent she was trying to get Luther to offer his debt for her services, which was not going to happen anytime soon. “You want thanks for stitching together what’s left of that walking ball of blood and hair like a damn taxidermy experiment gone wrong? I’d be more inclined to care if I didn’t have a kidnapping situation on my hands, so if you want my immediate attention I’d suggest you dedicate your time to more productive matters. If you’re willing to join my side then I’ll get you what you want, and plenty of it. If not then I don’t have time to be bothered.” In a particularly cruel mood, Luther walked across the street looking for the captive he had brought to the island. Predictably, the bounty hunter had managed to escape during the confusion, but he couldn’t have gotten far, being so heavily sedated and lacking the use of his cybernetic arms. It only took Luther a few moments of rubbing his temple to formulate a makeshift plan of action for banding together his group of brutes. The walking pile of mutilated flesh and hair known as Umbert was back on his feet, rearmed and apparently ready to move out, but Luther knew better. “Whether you like it or not I’m not letting you run headfirst into anything more threatening than a moody squirrel in that condition. We’re retreating for now, until we know where we’re going and how much collateral damage we’re going to be causing on the way there.” Luther stood facing the group of three fighters he would be using and sighed. Nina had been the only person left in the crew with any common sense, and now he had two more loose cannons to deal with. In addition, the swordsman had mentioned something about potential when speaking of Nina. Reliving the memory elevated his blood pressure but he had an instinctive feeling there was some important information behind the swordsman’s selection of captive. Luther found himself so deep in thought he didn’t notice the trio of suspicious figures lurking in the shadows nearby. The words “Now… go!” were the first signs of activity to penetrate his thought process. He looked over his shoulder to see three men wearing masks dart out of the shadows wearing masks and make a mad dash for Umbert. “Get the beard now!” one cried as they charged forward in single file, armed with scissors and intent to take away clippings of the midget’s beard. On one hand, the conga line of stupidity amused Luther so much he almost wanted to see them diced to pieces, but he remembered that Umbert was just barely standing up and decided it would be best to take care of the offenders himself. As the first one came forward, attempting to roll across the ground past Luther to get to Umbert, Luther brought his foot up into the man’s gut and sent him rolling across the street, slowing to a halt clutching his stomach. The second, an older looking fellow with shaggy hair and an unwashed aroma, skidded to a halt as he looked up at Luther in fear. Luther exhaled sharply and brought the metal brace around his arm across the street thug’s face, sending teeth and blood flying from his mouth and causing the man to spin in place before dropping to the ground in screams of agony. Finaly, Luther turned to look at the remaining thug, who drew a sword from his waist. The man’s body shook so much his blade rattled in the handle. Raising the sword over his head, the thug ran forward, screaming at the top of his lungs. Very slowly, Luther raised his arm and pointed his fist at the right side of the man’s chest. As predicted the thug was too blinded by fear to notice this and kept coming until brought to a sudden halt as all the air in his lungs escaped him. He looked down to see a long steel blade penetrating his lungs. Dropping the sword and gasping for breath, the thug grabbed hold of Luther’s arm in hopes of dislodging the blade, but was instead met with a sharp knee to the stomach. The man spat blood as Luther retracted his blade and pushed the thug to the ground. Luther stood, glaring down at the body for a moment before he heard a noise coming from his first victim, who was still on the ground curled up into a ball. Luther walked over and grabbed the young thug by his head, lifting him into the air and ejecting the blade from his other arm. Luther held the blade against the boy’s throat and commanded threateningly. “Answer it.” It was the ringing of a den-den mushi, and Luther was in a curious mood. The thug was hesitant, but the sensation of cold steel against his neck prompted him to reach into his shirt pocket and retrieve the snail. He picked up the receiver and it spoke. “Hey Takeda, we just snagged the pants off two clueless marines, it was friggen hilarious! Were those washed up pirates as easy?” The boy apparently named Takeda looked nervously to Luther, who nodded. “I-I’m fine” Takeda said with a shaky voice. “Um, nah it didn’t go so well, I’ll meet you later okay?” The den den mushi chuckled. “Ah well, we’ve probably got enough to appeal to those KKK snobs already anyways. Meet us by the entrance to the catacombs and we’ll stroll in with our loot.” Takeda attempted to hang up quickly but Luther grabbed hold of the receiver and hung it up for him. Dropping the shocked thug, Luther cracked his knuckles loudly. “Wonderful, a base of operations, we’ll be needing a place to operate from on the island. Alright boy, you can either take us to this entrance and then onto the hideout within, or I can flay you alive. Your choice.” “B-but you don’-“ “Ten seconds.” Edited by Kaji.Dragon.Jones, May 29 2012, 08:19 PM.
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| KileyBarker | May 30 2012, 01:07 PM Post #51 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The metal man showed no interest in Heather's comments. Rather he seemed harsh and unhappy, but he had a very good reason to be like that. One of his crew members had been kidnapped before his very eyes. His harsh reply to Heather and the other woman was all but unexpected. This was the kind of man with an agenda. He was the kind of man who always had some kind of goal or purpose. Heather snapped back out of her thoughts for a moment when the small scale scissors attack began. Heather watched the farce before her with vigor. It seemed these boys were the rumored color stealers she had heard about. They had never targeted Heather since her clothes were already black and white. There were three of them and they charged quickly aiming for the heavy midget. The girl on the sidelines was amused, to say the least. She hadn't had a chance to actually analyze the fighting capabilities of the group she had just joined. This was a good opportunity to estimate how far she could travel with these people before they became a burden to her goal of traveling the entire Grand Line, but it looked like Heather would be disappointed if she wanted to see a moment of weakness in Luther. He dispatched the three men easily and began an interrogation almost immediately of the one with a den den mushi. Luther seemed to be the opportunist type. He wouldn't let this small chance slip away. “B-but you don’-“ “Ten seconds.” "W-wait!" The man's cry was panicked and his cowardice truly showed through. It disgusted Heather. He had forsaken his pride. It would have been better if Luther killed him. To take away a man's pride is something quite villainous. The girl reflected on this thought. She realized that she would have to grow accustomed to this. Despite her chagrin, Heather was now an outlaw. She would have to toughen up and learn to accept these things. This was going to be her new reality and she would have to accept it. The man quickly succumbed to his fear and motioned the group towards an old warehouse. As they walked through the epicenter of the conflict Heather finally came to understand the true level of destruction the small group had caused. There were destroyed buildings, cockroaches shoved into buildings, and the fountain in the center of town was destroyed (though that was entirely Heather's fault). Despite this, the individuals of the town were already cleaning up the mess. They didn't gripe or complain. They were tough individuals. Heather tried to imagine what her reaction would be if she had been in their shoes. Despite how heartbreaking and difficult it was, these people just kept trudging on into their futures. Heather would have to do the same. She would have to keep moving on. She would have to block out these evils in order to accomplish her true goal. Finally the group was taken inside the Warehouse and shown a trapdoor. It had roach markings near it. It seemed that the roaches tunnel network was connected to wherever this trap door led. The man climbed into it and into a small clearing in the hole. There he pressed down on a random rock, but it clicked in like a button. Heather was amazed by this. The wall in front of the button-rock then opened up revealing a well lit tunnel ahead. The girl was amazed to say the least. What was this place? How did that rock open the door? What are these people? Why was even the underground white? These questions were running rampant like a beast through Heather's mind. The scared man who threw away his pride was shaking as he entered the catacomb. It seemed like he was truly frightened by the group of "Coloreds" that had taken him hostage. He had even ratted out the location of his group's home base. Heather felt bad for the man. He should have just accepted death in the fight with Luther. Now that he had thrown away his pride he would never find happiness. Even when Luther and the group leave this island he would remain and be persecuted by his own people for helping the colored people whom his group seemed to hate so much. The hallway opened up into a larger chamber up ahead. The sound of people talking could be heard from the room ahead. They sounded mirthful and happy. The soft aroma of food blasted its way through the air and into Heather's nose. It was now that she realized how hungry she truly was. She had never gotten to eat any food at the bar thanks to the Giant woman. Her stomach was telling her if she didn't eat something soon she wouldn't survive much longer. As she looked around the room Heather noticed a large lemon shaped fruit on the far side of the room. It was colorful and looked quite appetizing. |
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If it weren't unbelievable enough that the red dwarf were still alive, he seemed to be enjoying her attempt to immobilize him by hardening her hair she was binding him with. But whatever, he was an odd ball, just like that metal captain was. The tomboy who hit like a firetruck mushroom was somewhat scuffed up apparently having been overwhelmed by the roaches but seemed no less for wear. She had those irrecoverable puppy dog eyes for the captain which she thought it a bit odd for her to gain such a sudden attachment to someone who she had figured was a total stranger to her. The captain seemed to be bragging a bit about his bounty of a mere 12,000,000. "Look out we got us a bad ass over here. You must be fresh to the grand line, 12,000,000 may have been pretty big stuff in the East Blue but here that's a little below average. Haha but I can already tell ya got some potential so no hard feelings. Alright I'll help you get back your crew mate, but the compensation better be pretty damn good, he may be retired but we're still engaging Marines and now I'm likely to get a bounty or my involvement to, that means you'd better take responsibility for getting me involved in you war." She said gruffly cracking her knuckles and pumping her arms eagerly. Though she made it sound like she was being put out she was really hankering for a good throw down, this fight just now was the most fun she had had since coming to this bland island however many weeks ago. She walked over to the miniscule by comparison tomboy bent over hands placed on her hips and ginned wolfishly into her face. "So you were a girl all along, couldn't fooled me, either way you're pretty cute. A word of advice however, keep your head down. You could barely handle a few of those roaches, if we get into a real scuffle we won't be able to watch your back." She said at first with a tone intended to make her uncomfortable but then with a noticeably more sincere tone. It was then that a few people who appeared to be members of the KKK appeared and attempted to appropriate the weary combatants. Samantha gave a hearty laugh and then sat down in a fine chair made of her hair and pulled out a cigar and lit it up. Taking a few puffs and blowing them out in rings while she watched Luther effortlessly deal with the poor saps. they didn't even appear to be official Kolor Krew Personal, just hopeful applicants. "Kolor Krew, I know them, had a few run ins with them, they know well enough to leave me along after I sent a few of their men back with damn near every bone in their body broken. In looking to take over the island huh? well I guess might as well aim big. Lets go visit the Krew, I owe the leader a good block anyway." Samantha laughed heartily as she stood up and walked over to the still living cowering man and knocked off a few of the ashes from her cigar over his head. The terrified kid led them a ways to a tunnel system that the roaches seemed to have come from. She had only ever heard the stories of giant white insects here on gesso island, but never saw them. it certainly wasn't the oddest she'd seen in the grand line. There was a hidden button disguised as a rock which caused a secret tunnel to open up. She had noticed the expression on Heathers face as she passed the destruction in their wake. "Too late to back out now kid, you're in it for the long hall, it is doubtful any of us are walking away from this without a bounty. But stick close to me in the future and I'll do what i can to protect ya." She whispered to her placing her arm around on her shoulder and giving it a quick rub in such a way that it was unsure if she was intending to come off as brother/sisterly or if she was coming onto her or just looking to cop a feel. They entered the tunnel an the sound of mirth smell of good food began to emanate from deeper. Samantha grinned as she took the charge and walked in further til,she could see a bunch of men in white stuffing their faces and talking merrily. "Sup boys, mind if we kick off our shoes and make ourselves comfortable?" She said in a confident tone as she spread her arms out wide and walked towards them in a 'come at me bro' stance. They stood up angrily before recoiling in realization who had just entered their hideout. "Oh shit it's HER Fuck what do we do!? She'll collapse the whole base!!" one of them said reaching for his sword but hesitating remembering the state of those who had been sent against her had been returned in. "Now now we just came here to talk, go get your boss and there won't be a need for me to break all those fingers of yours." She said confidently cracking her knuckles. She was glad of her history with the, it would make manipulating them t their will much easier. |
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His face quickly turning into an angry glare as he heard Luther's orders, Umbert tensed up, clenching his fists. Surely Luther knows it'll take more than a few cuts to bring me down! He thought to himself. "Don't think you lot can leave me here, Wilson!" Umbert growled, trying to stand to his full diminutive height. But a sudden pang of pain across the slash down his torso stopped him in his tracks, as he leaned forward, gritting his teeth in pain. "Ah'm not goin' to let you guys have all the good fights!" He hissed through gritted teeth, trying to stand straight again. In his fight to stay upright, he didn't notice the three masked men flitting towards him until they were almost on top of him. He turned in alarm, reaching instinctively for an axe, but Luther beat him to the punch. Stomping between Umbert and the assailants, Luther quickly dispatched the first two, before grabbing the last of them, and swiftly interrogating him. Whilst that was going on, Umbert took a few steps back, doing his best not to show his weakness, keeping his gritted teeth behind his lips, and trying to steady his breathing, with little success. He managed to keep on his feet at least, but the case had been made, and Umbert had to admit. If three punks could pounce him like that, he wasn't up to the task of fighting much more. I can't get stronger if I'm dead. Umbert mused to himself, spitting a glob of blood onto the ground in distaste. "Fine, Wilson. Ah'll stay out o' this one. But don' be long. I don't think there's enough booze left in that bar teh keep me occupied fer long. Just get Nina so she can patch me up." Umbert grumbled, turning his back and making for the shattered ruin of the bar where the fight began. As the rest of the team made tracks to the base their masked prisoner had suggested, Umbert began to pick his way through the rubble, mostly finding shattered bottles or spilled ale. All the while, he was running the fight over in his head. How the blue-haired woman had had hair almost like a sheet of iron, and how he hadn't been able to cut it. And then the sheer speed of the swordsman, and his deadly skill, which made mincemeat of Umbert in mere seconds. The seeds of doubt began to grow in Umbert's mind. If this was what the Grand Line was like at the beginning, Umbert would need to wise up fast. There wasn't any time for a long training regime. Umbert had waited long enough to get out of Illusia, and even then he'd waited a good few years too long. His thoughts trailed back to his other brothers and sisters, and what they were getting up. Eventually, he managed to find himself an intact bottle of booze, still corked. Pulling up a stool that had managed to avoid the decimation of the bar itself, Umbert ripped the cork out with his teeth, before greedily chugging its contents. It was only then that he realized how damn hungry he was. Taking a beating really built up an appetite, it seems. So once again, Umbert stood up, one hand on his wound, the other clutching the bottle, and made his way into the back of the bar, to hopefully find a kitchen somewhere. |
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| Mega | Jun 10 2012, 01:32 PM Post #54 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Predictably enough Nina wasn’t able to settle in the cell whom she would be calling home for a while, the cell was around 4 square metres and barely large enough for a grown man to stretch out, then again she was half the size of full grown men so she found it rather cosy; or would have if had actually had something comfortable to sit on. The ‘bed’ was nothing more than a wooden bench that would have been awfully narrow for anyone wider than the mermaid. Other than the pathetic excuse for a bed the cell had a single sink and a bucket that were most likely intended for refuse. The bars seemed to be made from steel and would have been impossible for her to bend even had they been made from iron, she could have tried to take a berserker pill before going at the bars but that would be a waste of valuable herbs. She still had all her items as none had been taken from her as she was thrown in here, while that might seem sloppy at first but after some thought one would realize that even had she been able to freely wander the ship escape would have been difficult. Looking out she noted that the ship had rows upon rows of cells similar to her own, each designed to hold one prisoner and no more, some had various tools of restraint lying inside. She could swear she saw one containing what looked like an iron maiden, including the spikes; getting a feeling she did not want to know what kind of person needed that to be held in a simple cell the doctor did not think further on it. Opting to sit on the so called bed and just wait for now Nina didn’t feel particularly down, judging by Luthers reaction back when she was taken he would not just sit idly and accept the ship doctor being kidnapped. She did however worry a bit about Umbert, the man had some serious wounds and if they didn’t get treated soon he would most likely suffer an infection or worse, she really hoped they had used something clean to bind the little berserkers wounds with. If they took longer than a day or so to rescue her unclean bandages might just kill the little man quicker than any enemy could. Actually she couldn’t really imagine anyone taking Umbert down permanently, the little bugger would probably die on his feet when his time came. The thought actually made her smile, say what you would about the bearded man but he never gave up even when faced with someone out of his league. The sound of approaching footsteps snapped Nina out of her thoughts, looking down the corridor that housed her cell she patiently waited for whoever was coming. She were surprised when the young boy named David appeared before her cell, looking him in the eyes she spent a moment to add a mental note that this was the first time she had been able to look someone straight in the eyes for a long time. Even Umbert was quite a bit taller than she was end most considered him a midget, she wondered if the fact that she was a mermaid made people overlook the fact that she was no taller than a ten year old child, oh well being short had its advantages as this cell proved. This fact made it that much more rare to talk to someone as high as she was. ”Aren’t you the short one” She had a glint in her eye and a wry smile as she greeted him; this was met with a clear laugh, a childish laugh no less. This made her suspect that he couldn’t be much older than he looked. ”You’re funny, so sad that you have to be a pirate; couldn’t you join Gretzel instead?” David had a sad expression ”I’m afraid not, they might be uncouth and rowdy but if I weren’t there to look after them my crew would probably get themselves killed in some stupid way” This made the smile reappear on Davids face ”You really are nicer than you want others to think little mermaid” That hit a bit closer to home than Nina would have preferred, this boy seemed to be far sharper than his childish appearance would suggest. ”Correct me if I’m wrong but a standard marine ship isn’t supposed to have more than 30 sailors, how come this one is so big?” She quickly changed the subject in order to avoid having David continue on that line of thought. It was plain on his face he picked up on the ruse, but he humoured her and answered the question properly. ”Gretzel had it custom made at water seven, it’s made mainly for troop transport and can hold up to 500 marines if they really squeeze together. She usually uses it to move whole marine squads and their support personnel between islands” He answered dutifully and he didn’t look like he was lying, this boy seemed incapable of telling something that was not true, or he just chose not to, Nina really couldn’t tell. ”If it can hold that many why aren’t there more than two hundred marines here now?” The mermaid doctor thought she might as well try to get as much information out of this boy as possible when he was so talkative. ”Because we weren’t on duty, they just followed along with Gretzel and me when we went to visit Sensei. You wouldn’t know it but she is really popular with her subordinates” ”I wouldn’t know it indeed…” Nina replied, the girl she had seen really didn’t seem like the popular sort so she must really care for the men under her command. ”But I think I have stayed here too long, Gretzel said I could only come and talk to you for a few minutes. She thinks I talk too much” The last part was said with a smile, he then waved at her and left the way he came. Going back to her ‘bed’ Nina once again tried to settle down in at least some comfort. |
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Jun 13 2012, 10:51 AM Post #55 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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As anticipated, the thug would lead the Kraken Pirates to this hidden hideout, saving Luther the lengthy search of scouting out a base of operations himself. This would save him valuable time, which he would need in order to find a way to get Umbert properly patched up, get his new recruits used to following orders, and to formulate a proper method of vengeance. Dominating an island is a tall order, one that requires extensive care and incredible force. At least having a quiet place to think wouldn’t take up an entire day of his precious time, with Nina being in the hands of the enemy. Their escort was nervous, shaky, and constantly looking over his shoulder at Luther and his company. This was an ideal escort, as Luther was mostly sure that if he had any sort of ambush planned for such a situation, he would have been calmer. His fear certainly seemed genuine; his legs visibly shook as he shuffled towards an old warehouse, his body cringed with every soft thud produced by Luther’s footsteps. Upon entering the warehouse, Luther immediately looked upwards, just in case there was a net or group of assailants waiting for him. He also examined the doorway as he passed through it, but found nothing suspicious looking. The boy picked up his pace and quickly walked deeper into the warehouse, finding a particular spot and kneeling, he stuck his fingers into a crack in the wood and pulled upwards, revealing a large trap door. Most likely what the thieves used to escape with their loot after performing one of their snip-and-dash attacks. These people sounded a bit pathetic, but apparently they did have their business in order. Fortunately, as the trapdoor seemed large enough to accommodate not only adults, but adults hauling bags of stolen goods, it was just large enough for Luther to fit into. Underground, Luther was shocked to find even the earth this deep underground was still a pale white. By none of the science Luther was familiar with did this make any sense, unless the white rain he had heard of managed to leak into the warehouse and completely soak into the earth in this cavern. The boy looked over his shoulder yet again as he walked a short distance from the Krakens, and found a small rock in the floor. He pressed down on it, and it made an audible click, as a wall of white earth slid to the side, revealing a hallway, complete with lighting and the sound of voices near the end. It was more than Luther could have hoped to find originally. Not only did he now have a base, but a hidden one at that, with a secret exit directly in the middle of Turnip Town. Luther almost found himself smiling, but as the thought of his mission entered his mind once again, he resumed scowling. “Krakens.” Said Luther sternly, as he looked over his shoulder at Heather and Samantha. “This is, henceforth, our base of operations on Gessou island. Take care not to cause any structural damage.” The boy who had brought them down turned to face them in shock, but quickly looked away and began walking down the hallway, hoping to reach the end of the hall before them. Luther saw this, but allowed it, casually walking behind him. It was pointless to expect any element of surprise, Luther being far too big and Samantha being far too loud, which she reaffirmed as she passed both Luther and the boy escort, enticed by the smell of food. Luther heard his stomach growl and felt thankful once again, a good stock of food would do them all some good, he would have to send for someone to fetch Umbert and bring him down to eat as well, he needed a good meal if he was going to be in fighting condition anytime soon. As Samantha entered the room, arms spread wide, she proved her reputation by putting fear into the members of the KKK without even having to lift a finger, which saved Luther the trouble of having to cut down any of his future workers. The sounds of one man shouting in panic signaled the end of their reign as the KKK, and the start of a hostile takeover that would make them more powerful than they could have ever aspired towards. As Samantha gave her threat, one sheepish voice replied “W-wait, “We”? Who did you bring here?” Accepting his cue, Luther stepped into the room, watching a room full of heads turn in his direction. Luther pretended not to notice as he scanned the room. It was a long room, fit with a long dining table filled with food. Apparently they were having a feast of some sort. At each end of the long, rectangular table there sat a large chair, with chairs of varying sizes and levels of decoration lining the sides, no doubt all stolen from various sources. Luther picked the end closest to the entrance and walked toward sit, much to the dismay of the person occupying the chair. Luther grabbed hold of the chair firmly, causing the wood to creak and eventually splinter under his grip, and the man sitting in it took the hint and moved. Luther sat down, put his elbows onto the table, and folded his hands in front of him. He paused for a moment, allowing his gaze to wash over the people sitting at the table. Able bodied men, though nothing special. Some men had their hands on the hilts of swords, others seemed to be reaching for pistols tucked into belts or hidden inside of their shirts. Those with guns also kept ammunition, another layer of icing on the cake. Luther’s eye began to glow red, causing some of the men sitting near him to get up as well and creep towards the other end of the room. Finally, Luther spoke. “I believe my crewmate gave you an instruction.” Nervously, three of the standing men in the room made their way to the end opposite Luther and went through an open doorway. As Luther casually awaited the leader of the group to appear, he looked over to Samantha and Heather. “I’m sure the events of the day have drained you both. Please, nourish yourselves.” Luther said as he waved his hand over the feast, as if he himself had made it appear. He then turned sharply to the thieves at the table. “Unless there are any objections?” A room full of heads shook in unison, as Luther chuckled softly. “Well then, continue eating. We have much to discuss.” |
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The large invincible man and the brawny woman both entered the room like they owned the place... And then the invincible man did claim he owned the place. Heather almost laughed at the sheer irony... At least she thought it was ironic. The girl moved from a upbeat mood to a more perplexed state as she began internally debating what constituted as ironic humor. It was one of the most epic brain blasterific moments ever. Heather's incredible brain blasterific moment drained her little remaining energy like a leech would with blood. The girl's stomach gave out a mighty rumble that seemed to shake the entire room... In reality her legs were just shaking from exhaustion, but that is besides the point. Heather immediately scouted out the nearest source of nourishment available. Luther walked into a dining room of sorts but Heather needed food now. She didn't have the energy reserves needed to make the arduous journey into the next room over. So the girl did the next best thing. She went straight for the purple and yellow swirled mango sitting on a small display in the main room. One member of the Kolor Krazed Klan witnessed Heather's attempt at this strange and mysterious fruit and he began an epic tirade against the woman. He stood in her path and tried to warn her about the fruit being "evil." Heather smiled again and her humorous mood was revived. The pale pathetic putrid platitudinous petty and pasty looking man must have been delirious. Next thing you know he would suggest Heather bleat like a goat as a perfectly ironic distraction strategy. This man was clearly nutty in the head if he thought Heather would believe his bull about an evil mango. Everyone knows mangos are delicious and the exact opposite of evil. So Heather did the only sensible thing. She put her hand on the young man's shoulder... and swatted him into the wall where his face pierced into the wall causing his head to become jammed. The man tried to pull his head out but he was stuck like glue, and he was crazy like glue too. Heather then stumbled forward and reached out for the fruit. Her legs were failing and her body was giving out on her. She hit her knees and her hand was extended to its fullest. Her fingers glanced at the tender hairs on the fruit's surface as they began to fall. Heather was too weak. She couldn't do it. She couldn't make the final shot with less than 3 seconds to go in the fourth quarter. She hung her head. Suddenly a fire lit in Heather's eyes. "No... I can't give up here. I have gone too far. I am so close to my goal. I can do this." Determination flashed across her visage as she slammed her hand down on the ground, causing it to shake slightly from the sheer force. The girl forced herself upwards and she reached out again. Her hand got closer and closer to the goal. Beads of sweat were forming on her brow as she meticulously and carefully plucked the fruit from it's platform. Victory. She had won. Heather had achieved the unachievable. She walked clear across a room and took a small fruit off of a tray. So this is how Yebron Yhames felt when the refs basically gave his team the final game against the Keltics in the Baroque Ball playoffs... It was a pretty shitty feeling when Heather realized she was completely over-dramatizing the entire ordeal and she hadn't actually earned anything. With a beat red face the small girl who resembles a boy took her final bite of the sweet smelling prize only to have the pungent taste of cockroach mixed with human feces hit her tongue. Heather froze. The girl simply froze. A single twitch, starting at the foot and ending at the head, traveled up her body like a jolt of electricity. She extended her tongue slowly and scraped the strange fruit's remains off of her taste buds. She then walked slowly into the dining room and sat down at a chair next to Luther without making a sound. Her eyes resembled cue balls. She slowly reached and grabbed a piece of turkey off of the table. Heather covered it with gravy and commenced brushing her teeth with the slab of gravified meat. |
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Pushing his way past a shattered door into the wrecked kitchen, Umbert glanced around. As usual, the entire setting was grey. Most of the shelves had tipped over and their contents spilled due to the fighting, but the counters and fridges were still standing and intact. Making his way over to the biggest fridge, Umbert yanked it open, kicking aside some pans that had fallen in the way. His eyes were met with rows of grey tins. How the chef had figured one from the other, Umbert couldn't tell. He grabbed one at random, and pulled the ring on the lid, peering inside. Baked beans. This'll do, Umbert thought to himself, scopping one pan off the floor, before making his way over to the hob. He knew how to make simple stuff, at least. Toast, cereal, that sort of thing. Usually he'd shake down a restaurant in Illusia for some grub, or buy it if he couldn't be bothered with the hassle. Whilst they'd been at sea, everyone just got food when they were hungry, which for a stocky guy like Umbert, was often. Flicking on the gas for the hob, Umbert was only met with a quiet hissing sound. Oh! I have to light it. Umbert grumbled to himself, starting to rummage through a nearby set of drawers for some matches. With no success, Umbert tried to reach a cupboard above him, but his short stature failed him. He scowled at the handle before going to grab a large pot that had fallen out of place and turning it upside down to stand on, finally able to reach the elusive cupboard. Opening the door, Umbert was immediately met with a mountain of cardboard packets spilling all over him. Taken by surprise and off-balance on the upturned pot, Umbert let out a yell of outrage as he fell back, crashing to the floor with the packets on top of him. He let out a hiss of pain as the impact shook his wounds, which weren't bleeding so badly, but were still painful to move with. Pushing himself up with a wince, Umbert looked into his lap, to a find a grey box titled "Greyson's Matches". Umbert grabbed them, moving back to the oven, which was still quietly hissing. Taking out a match, Umbert stood over the oven, and struck the match to the sandpaper, but the match failed to light. Letting out a low growl, he ground it against the side of the box a second time. Still no flame. Grimacing, Umbert tried again, this time the match lit up. But before Umbert could even comprehend it, the air around the match suddenly lit up, leading back to the oven, which poceeded to blow in up in a dramatic fashion, the hobs blasting off the top, and throwing Umbert into the cupboards behind him with a startled yelp. Letting out a groan and recovering from the broken cupboards, Umbert looked up to see the oven still shooting fire into the air. Rather than turn off the oven, Umbert decided the beans could wait, and got the heck out of the kitchen. Someone else could clean up that mess. Making his way back into the bar, Umbert immediately became aware of something else in the wreckage. He gripped the handles of his axes, turning slowly to look where he thought the newcomer was. Sat on the back of a chair, was a monkey. It had brown hair, big ears and little beady eyes. But what was strange about it was that it wearing a black jacket and tie with a white shirt, as well as a black fedora. It was looking at Umbert with a nondescript expression, who blinked in recognition. He knew who this monkey belonged to. "You." He growled, releasing his axes and folding his arms impatiently. "What d'you want, huh? Macheda still botherin' me? Ah'm done with him." The monkey grunted in acknowledgement, and hopped down from the chair, reaching into its jacket to reveal a letter. Approaching Umbert, the monkey held out the letter, before it was grouchily snatched from its grasp, as Umbert tore it open to read the contents: "My dearest Umbert, I heard that you were out of town, and thought I'd drop a line to see how you were doing. But then I remembered that you left a few tasks I assigned to you unfinished. I thought we had such an understanding, Umbert. It saddens me that you'd walk out of our agreement like this." Umbert narrowed his eyes. He knew the Don's tone well enough to know that something was up. He kept reading. "It also saddens me that I've had to do something rather unfortunate. Your dear little sister, Francesca, has been trying to get people off the drugs I'm selling with her little cult of do-gooders, and her work is cutting an unpleasant hole in my profit margin. So some of my boys went ahead and took her off the street for me." Umbert's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the letter as he continued to read it. "I know how impulsive you are, so don't worry. She's safe and sound with me at my abode in the Grand Line. For now. If you can't return to Illusia to do the jobs I asked of you, then I'm afraid I can't be held responsible for what happens to dear little Francesca. You know how Jax likes his girls, don't you Umbert? Don't forget where your loyalties belong, Redstone. You've been a good little executioner. Don't make me do the same to her. Sincerely yours, Don Macheda" Before the last syllable had passed through his mind, Umbert scrunched the letter in one hand, tore an axe from its sheath, and hurled it with an enraged roar at the departing monkey, who realized the danger, and escaped around the corner just as the axe lodged itself in the grey plaster right where the monkey's head had been seconds earlier. Shaking with rage, Umbert breathed heavily, his teeth grinding with frustration as he cursed Macheda over and over in his mind, at a loss as to what to do. Suddenly, a clink on the floor shook him out of his thoughts. Looking down, he saw an all-too-familiar golden locket lying on the ground, the gold chain splayed around it. Reaching down to pick it, up he flicked open the locket, gazing at the picture inside; his sweet sister, Francesca Redstone, smiling back at him with her sky blue eyes, just the same as his. Umbert frowned, before shutting the locket again, and stuffing it into his pocket. A low growl escaped his throat. I can't let Fran suffer for me. I have to find her. I have to find Luther. Edited by Umbert, Jul 11 2012, 01:16 PM.
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Trying to make herself comfortable proved to fail miserably once again, the cell simply wasn’t designed for comfort and the ‘bed’ gave the Mermaid three splinters before she gave up on it. The floor would obviously be the most comfortable solution if she wanted any sleep at all. However the sound of approaching footsteps betrayed the fact that she were getting more visitors, at this rate she would be rescued before getting a bit of peace and quiet. Moving to the bars again she tried to get a look at whomever was approaching, it soon became clear that it was more than one person approaching, from the sound of the footsteps it was a pair. Moving back a bit she patiently waited for whomever was approaching ”…But I still think we oughta leave tonight” ”If we do, we leave dangerous criminals behind; Just think what they have already done here, we simply cannot ignore them” The voices of the ‘visitors’ echoed down the otherwise silent hallway, the doctor didn’t think they realized she could hear, though they did fall silent as the got closer so she wouldn’t be eavesdropping any more sadly. Leaning back against the wall as much as it was possible in the small cell she watched as Gretzel and Reginold entered her field of vision, both standing side by side in front of the cell. ”Well aren’t I the popular girl” She jokingly said, they didn’t even smile, though Reginold did look mildly amused. ”Any particular reason for this visit?” She proceeded to asking while examining the two in front of her, Reginold she knew from before but the Buxom girl Gretzel was a blank card as far as knowledge went, she looked like she could more than handle herself in a fight. Although Nina got the feeling there were more to her than met the eye much like her teacher Reginold. The first one to address her was not as she had expected Reginold but instead Gretzel ”Id have left ya to rot but teach wanted to talk ta ya, not that I see whats so damn special about a little squirt like ya” Getting the impression that she should feel insulted Nina kept a calm tone while replying ”I’m a ship doctor, taking me would leave my crewmates to bleed out. I don’t see why he would have any other reason for this” She pointed at Reginold as she said ‘he’ ”That is not the only reason” Reginold cut in with a steady voice ”Really, What might the other reason be?” ”Then spit it out already!” Both Nina and Gretzel spoke at the same time leading to a short but awkward silence, Reginold actually showed an amused smile at that before explaining. ”Yours is an ability seen as especially troublesome by some, I am not sure if you have realized it yet but you possess the rare ability to call upon your ambition, or Haki. Leaving you alone would only invite trouble when you learn to control it” This revelation caused yet another silence, Gretzel looked shocked while Nina simply stared at Reginold, the statement made everything fall into place within Ninas mind. The voices, the strange sense during the recent fights that she knew what was going to happen moments before it did. It was the final piece of the puzzle so to speak, she found it hard to believe such a thing existed in the first place but Reginold himself was living evidence of the contrary. Her thought process was interrupted by the loud and boisterous laughter coming from Gretzel, she kept at it for a few good minutes before collecting herself enough to say something. ”So that’s it huh, best joke Iv’e ‘eard for days, only wish I’d seen tha expression n tha captain of yours when ye got captured” Nina wasn’t quite sure on it but it seemed Gretzels accent got worse after laughing, the mermaid doctor also didn’t get what the joke was. Remaining silent for a bit longer she then decided to speak ”One question, what are you planning to do with me? I’d have assumed you to put me in a jail somewhere” To this Gretzel gave the answer ”If ya call Imel Down a ‘Prison’ then sure, me? I’d call it ‘Hell’ hope ye enjoyed yer last night o freedom, for tomorrow night we leave. Now I’d have left tonight but teach here wanted tha get yer entire crew, we’ll be spendin the rest of tonight preparin’ fer their ‘rescue’ of ya” That did put things in a new light, the Mermaid would have expected them to leave the instant they got their hands on her but if the aim was to imprison the entire Kraken pirate crew then it made a lot more sense to wait for them to attempt to rescue her. Taking a single low bounty pirate was not nearly as satisfying as bringing in an entire rookie crew after all. And with the ship being as large as it was it would be easy to set a variety of traps in and outside of the ship. Without another word both of her ‘guests’ turned around and left, if what they said were true then she better try to get some sleep, the next day would be quite eventful since judging by her crews general temper they would be all up in arms and try to bust her out gunz blazin. Finding a comfortable spot on the floor she then fell asleep, the next day would be eventful indeed. Edited by Yaksha, Jul 20 2012, 04:48 PM.
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| Yaksha | Jul 20 2012, 05:54 PM Post #59 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Fairy Killer
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Spoiler: click to toggle The events started sooner than expected, with a soft sound filling the air. At first, it brought to mind a child's toy, like a carousel or a jack-in-the box. It was a canned sound, followed by canned laughter. The sound was strange, almost watery at first. Each second, the sound grew. The laughter grew with it, and slowly, the canned laughter grew louder and louder, echoing around like it spouted from a dozen mouths. Of course, that was impossible; it was the exact same laugh each time, no doubt played over itself... The sound continued, with the sound of thumps quickly adding onto it. One thump struck surprisingly close to Nina's head, and as it did the laughter stopped. Someone spoke, in a tiny whisper that carried through the deck. The voice was soft, mellifluous in ways that couldn't be explained. They had the tone that brought to mind barely concealed laughter, and immediately it seemed to soothe Nina. "It'll be alright. Just hang on~" The sound of thumping grew even louder, the laughter growing and feeding upon itself. Gretzel immediately rushed through the doorway, brandishing a blade in her hand, and glaring at Nina. She pointed it at her, then pressed a finger to her lips as she scowled sharply. A second later, someone began to speak. It wasn't quite as soft as before, and it had the feeling of being more than a little fake. There was a tinny edge to it, like it was being carried through a speaker. "Haki? Now I'm interested! My boys told me you gave these up-and-comers quite the thrashing, Reginold. I just had to come and see it myself. But I never would've thought I'd be meeting a marine with haki today. It's already got me feeling SO excited for what's to come~!" "I don't care how excited you are. You're in violation of the terms of your employment. I could contact the headquarters and you could be court martialled for this." "You'd court martial a pirate? Oh, I'd love to be there for THAT dog and pony show~ But I'm afraid I have a performance that night, and attending would just ruin my profit margin." "I never said when it was." "I know you didn't. I'll still be busy that night. That's the curse of being a celebrity, huhuhuhuhu~" There was a sound of metal being drawn, cut short rapidly by the sound of a person skidding very quickly across a metal surface. The voice had hardened in the span of a second, turning into something almost sinister. "Don't draw your weapon on me, Reginold! I was perfectly willing to make this a peaceful thing, a purely social visit. If you're going to start threatening me, then I'm going to have to deal with you much more seriously. Please, Reginold; Haki is in such short supply. I don't want to have to report another one being trampled by elephants." Reginold gave a small cough, and then shouted out. The sound of a person being struck bodily came again, but this time it came twice, before the first had even ended. The voice snarled again, clearly growing more enraged. "Mr. Reginold, cease this silliness at once. We are all professionals, here on this boat. I am here in a strictly business capacity, and I don't want to turn this into a problem. So please tell your assistant to bring the pirate above deck." "There's no pir-" "Do not lie to me, Mr. Reginold! I was here the entire time! I heard her speaking! I can still sense three distinct heat signatures on this boat, and I know for a fact that one of them is Miss Nina Swift!" This time the sound of flesh striking wood was muted. Gretzel turned to the doorway, letting out a shout. Before it had even left her throat, it was cut short; a hand, clad in black, had struck her expertly in the throat, and she fell to the ground, gagging and choking. The man that walked forward was tall, easily ten feet. He had to crane forward to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling. His form was lithe, and he wore what looked very much like a black trenchcoat. His hands were both too long, the fingers inherently wrong in a way that couldn't be defined until one looked very close for a very long time; finally, it hit. His index, middle, and ring fingers were each the exact same length. He reached out one of his hands with a smooth, oiled grace. His eyes, both twin burning lamplights of red in his face, twinkled on and off in some random pattern. His face was hidden behind a stark white mask, one that seemed to show little expression. His hand opened and closed slowly, and when he spoke it was softly, with a tone that was almost unsettlingly kind, after the previous display above. "Come along, Nina...I'll get a nice tank of saltwater prepared." Umbert was no doubt in a blistering fury, unable to see anything but the image of his sister, and the man who had so threatened her. His movements were easy for anyone to track across the island, especially with how strangely he was dressed. Although the one walking after him hardly would've been able to comment on strange appearances; he wore a deep purple smock that covered his enormous chest, and his every step seemed like it should've triggered a minor earthquake in the ground around him. He followed after the pirate slowly, making sure to keep just enough distance. His head was nearly bald, save a slight shock of hair that ran across his head, clearly trying to cover up the fact. He was an enormous man, though anyone who saw him wouldn't have risked calling him fat. He was muscular, in the way that smiths and lumberjacks were muscular; they were dull, drab slabs of muscle that didn't look anything like the movies. He finally spoke in a low, rumbling tone. It wasn't loud so much as big, seeming to make the very area resonate with its tones. He kept walking forward after he spoke, his hands swinging back and forth lazily. "Hey." "Hey." "Listen." After a moment or two, he spoke again, this time in a harsh growl that seemed almost entirely unlike his previous tone. "What do you want? I don't have time for you." He rose his hands defensively this time, and then sighed. "Woah, man. No need to get physical. We don't need to see anything broken. Just hear me out, alright?" He gave a low grunt this time, before rolling forward in a quick motion; as soon as he stopped, his legs moved like pistons, forcing him high into the air, before he landed in front of Umbert. He could see the man was bloodied, covered in bruises, no doubt more wounded than any person should be. He growled, and then leaned forward. "ALRIGHT?" This time, he grabbed the dwarf's hand, wrenching him from the ground in one swift movement, and leaving him dangling in the air. His expression was still severe, almost angry, before it slowly softened into a smirk. He set Umbert back down, and then grabbed either side of his stomach. His voice this time was much more higher pitched, as he let out a low wheezing sound that could only be a laugh. "Pretty good, right? I've been working on my acting! One day I'll be as good at it as the boss is. Anyways, you look tired. And hungry. And bloody. And tiny. And hairy. And...I dunno. Just come with me." He reached out, scooping Umbert up like he was a child, and cradling him in his arms. "We'll fix you up nicely." The third figure waltzing through Gesso was no doubt the strangest of the figures, this one riding what looked like a giant balloon. He was lounging, his hands behind his head and his face shaded by an enormous hat. His feet were covered in a pair of enormous red shoes, and they wobbled back and forth from time to time as the balloon continued walking. When it finally stopped in front of a building, it gave a small squeaking sound. The man hopped off silently, grabbing a leg of the balloon and sucking violently. In a split second, the thing shrunk back down, turning back into a small piece of what looked almost like metal. He glanced up, pushing back the hat, a strange combination of a bowler hat and a fedora. His face was pale white, the kind of white someone only got from makeup. He waltzed towards the door, pushing it open quickly and letting out a loud shout. "Hey hey, ladies and gents! Are we all having a good day...or are we having a GREAT day!?" He shot forward before anyone could reply, sitting on thin air as he shot his feet up against the table, propping them there. He sat for a second, before his body inevitably succumbed to gravity, forcing him to fall on the ground with a faint sigh. His legs remained propped on the table however, as he stared at the roof. "What's wrong, guys? You're being quiet...or are you being TOO quiet!?" He laughed again, as if this cracked him up. A second later, he turned to face Luther. One of his hands reached up, into his shoe; there was a sound of rustling paper. "Almost got...TA DA!"[ He yanked out three pieces of paper, each seeming to gleam with some strange, oily textured color. They spoke out in a tiny, tinny voice. "It's your golden ticket, it's your golden ticket!" "That right, ladies and gents. You're all getting VIP passes to the next performance of the GRRRRRREAT DESCENT! Yaaaaay!" The man clapped his hands excitedly, before tossing the papers in the air. Each one held a small picture on it; one was a picture of a little boy, holding a cone of cotton candy as big as his own body, with an enormous curly cotton candy mustache. Another was a boy sitting over a bench, putting together what looked like a small mechanical bird. The last one was a picture of a girl, diving through a ring of fire. "Come on, guys, tell me. Are you excited? Or are you...SUPER excited!?" He rose his feet from the table, spinning backwards quickly, and banging his head against a wall. He rose, his head spinning slightly as if the blow had left him disoriented. "Come on...I don't see many happy faceeeees! Oh, I know. I bet you guys just need a good incentive!" "It's your golden ticket, it's your golden ticket!" "Yes, yes, that's right. But let's do this right, shall we? Or shall we do it...JUST right?" He flicked a finger lazily, and the pictures changed immediately. The cotton candy mustache coiled around, digging into the boy's ears as he gave a silent scream. The mechanical bird had suddenly taken flight towards its creator, clearly intent to maim. The young girl's body was aflame, as she made it nearly halfway through the hoop. "You see, Nina Swift and Umbert Redstone are our super special guests, too. And they're both so so lonely, and looking forward to seeing their crew. Why, if you didn't show up, they just might DIE from disappointment!" His lip pouted outwards slowly, and the tickets pipped up one last time, before they each seemed to flicker out. "Just might die without you, just might die without you..." The clown nodded once slowly, then swept his hat outwards in a deep bowl, before he turned back around. "The Great Descent will be making this dock in 24 hours. I wouldn't want you to miss this opportunity...or this LAST opportunity." End of Part 1 |
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| ♦ Axel | Jul 21 2012, 09:56 PM Post #60 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
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