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| Topic Started: Mar 16 2012, 07:13 PM (276 Views) | |
| Quadraphonics | Mar 16 2012, 07:13 PM Post #1 |
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There wasn't a single star around him. Standing in the darkness of an unknown abyss he didn't mind his seemingly deprived sense of life and location. He'd survived through countless endeavors in childhood and matured into the life of a steadfast adult who's ideals were pushed by his nigh limitless determination. Regardless of the nature of his dreams they remained valuable nonetheless, and the first step down the road of his choosing had come. The boat hardly moved, rocking in the silent ocean that hovered closer and closer to Organ Island from afar. It was bright, lit ablaze with various arrays of scarlet and violet. He couldn't tell from so far away but it seemed they were hosting some type of festival. Pretty unfortunate. His first request was printed on a tattered scroll he held out before him, and it depicted a pirate who's bounty was fairly low was in the vicinity. However the crimes that he was responsible for was no laughing matter. Zane still remembered at an earlier time (a few days, perhaps weeks) being told the story behind the rather notorious pirate. He may've remembered it more but just as time ticked ceaselessly so did his ability to remember things that weren't of the utmost importance. Apparently he was a crooked thief. He worked his way into the hearts of others before crudely murdering them and taking the spoils for his own selfish gain. He was audacious, that much was certain. It took alot of nerve to deceive innocent people and steal their lives for the sake of greed. Zane was immediately reminded of the pirates, who did nothing more than oppress the pirates and people of the seas alike. Nearing the island after a few hours, he'd occupied himself with constant, silent contemplation. Something didn't add up about this criminal but there was even something more happening within him. He had decided to do the dirty work he had never imagined himself doing prior. Would this end in a swelling in both experience and limitless strength as he so desired? Perhaps his dream was childish, but not was childish as that of the world's ancestors. Pocketing the scroll he prepared to dock, cold eyes masked by maroon glasses that hid the apathy of his soul. "Here we go..." |
 Zane Kojinaka — Captain — Martial Artist — N/A — Threat: 0 — SD Earned: 0 — Beli: 0 — L: East Blue - Organ Island | |
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| Spirit | Mar 16 2012, 08:53 PM Post #2 |
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The ex-Marine sighed as he stepped of the ship that saved him from the Island of Rare Animals and onto the docks of Organ Island. While the exprience was much better than last time, given that, even though he was assigned to kitchen duty due to his skills, he was treated with respect and it seemed like the other crew members enjoyed having him around. But just as it began, the adventure ended with the ship docking in town, which apparently was hosting some kind of a festival and the ship was actually carrying the fireworks for the finale. Stepping off the docks and into town, there was only one place where an old bum like him would head to. The bar, of course. Well, he could always join the festivities, but he really did not feel like partying right now, not with the feeling of loss of someone he knew so close to the heart. After all, he never did find out what happened to Cleo. He just disappeared into the busb and never came back. The chef really did feel guilty for abandoning him like that, but if he did not catch that ship, who knew when he would have gotten another chance to get off the island. The end decision was the right one, however, Theo did not have to feel good nor happy about it. Reaching the nearest tavern, the ex-Marine went inside, sitting down at the bar and ordering the best sake they had. After all, he should not let his depression stand in the way of his dream. The only thing he had to worry about was getting drunk, and the chef did not intend in getting drunk just yet. Not until he was alone so that he did not have to worry about being robbed. Setting down the bag in the nearby chair and leaning the staff on the chair on the opposite side, Theo created a pseu-barrier that signified that he did not want company. Finally getting his bottle of sake, the ex-Marine poured himself a glass and turned around in his chair to survey the tavern, slowly sipping on the warm sake. While it wasn't near the best sake he had tasted, it wasn't too bad. Speaking of bad, perhaps he should have paid more attention when picking a place to drink. Everywhere he looked there sat a bunch of miscreants, ruffians, and other undesirables. With the Marine force on the island taking a hit with it's Lieutenant Commander killed and no one yet to replace him, the thieves and robbers began to frequent the more upscale place rather than their rundown bars on the edge of town. Granted, they still kept on the down low so close to the center of the city. However, it was not uncommon to see these individuals in bars all around town. Keeping his eyes on the ones that might seem like trouble, the chef continued to sip his drink. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness 
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| Quadraphonics | Mar 16 2012, 10:44 PM Post #3 |
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The hardships and pains of one were regularly understood by another who'd experienced similar grievances. The boat was finally roped in, and the impassive disposition of the martial artist showed even more in the face of the oddly elated greeter. Welcoming him to the island he was offered nothing more than a tip and a brief passing, ambling into the bustling streets of Organ. From his posture and lack of structural demeanor it seemed he wasn't keen on his surroundings or insightful of the hasty citizen traversing in excitement. Recklessly he headed up the steps towards the nearest bar, coincidentally avoiding all of the running and tumbling figures leaping about in excitement an joy. Taking a moment to watch the madness as he reached the door he groaned and walked inside, knowing that this bounty would be one of his more annoying adventures. Remember to always follow your instinct, regardless of any calculations of relevance. They are your greatest weapon. Those were the first thoughts to come to mind when he entered the establishment that resembled more of a western saloon than anything. The filthy tables and tatter clothed workers of the town basking in the polluted fumes of toxic distaste was rather unfavorable. Only one thing could be worse than this, and that was a place very, very cold. After all, that was what he hated more than anything. Cold damn islands. "Goddamnit..." he whispered before the door shut behind him and he headed into the depths of the dirty gorge. Taking up one of the few remaining barstools he slapped a few coins down and snapped his fingers for whatever the usual was that they offered. Hopefully it'd be better than the pathetic sake that they offered back at home. With everything watered down drably he never got a good taste of anything fine or exquisite. Besides, if they had anything here, it'd have to be a good drink. Zane kept his eye out for anyone that particularly looked like the guy he was looking for. No on yet. He was actually suspicious looking himself. Pulling the zipper up on his jacket some he turned ahead of him and bowed his head in silence. Tonight was going to be a looooong night... Cue, the evil madman. Luckily he was within the vicinity but he wasn't easy to pick out from among the other screaming baboons in the bar. He was actually pretty quiet that night, with a giant grin that gave others the impression that he was an honest working good guy. Kizyora, the greedy murderer. He made his way over towards the ex-Marine who had just walked in not too long before the other unfamiliar with strange white hair had walked in. Sitting at his side where a barstool was available he offered a smile, and then a sentence that would set up the basis for much to come. "Heya' fella'! You know around here?" |
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Zane Kojinaka — Captain — Martial Artist — N/A — Threat: 0 — SD Earned: 0 — Beli: 0 — L: East Blue - Organ Island | |
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| Spirit | Mar 17 2012, 09:00 PM Post #4 |
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People came and left the tavern and the chef could not care less. After all, whoever left and came would have business with him and he would not have business with any one of them. So unless there was something one side needed that only the other side had, Theo and he remaining population would be like water and oil. And for the time being, the ex-Marine prefered it that way. He did take note of a young man coming in with white hair. After all, it was not everyday that you could see a man so young with hair so white. Well, maybe off-white, but still, it was not blond. However, the man was soon forgoten as the chef downed another cup of sake. No longer interested in looking around the tavern, Theo turned back in his sit, once again facing the bar, and poured another cup. It seems like his self-erected pseudo-barier did not do its job properly since a man soon joined him at the bar, asking an innocent sort of question. Of course, the ex-Marine knew better. No one came up to people they did not know and begin to be all freindly like unless they wanted something. And that thing could range from wanting his services, something the chef doubted since he was not known in any kind of circles, to wanting his wallet, something that was very probable. After all, the man did not look like he came from a law abiding background. Now, Theo could be rude, however, that always had the potential to deevolve into a bar fight, something that the chef had no intention on joining considering the last one he was in ended up with most of his original body gone forever. However, he could not tell the truth that he was a tourist since he would probably get a knife in his back the moment he stepped off the main road. So the only thing remaining would be to lie, something he was not a stranger to. "No, I just stopped by for a drink before heading home to my loving wife." Theo replied. The ex-Marine hoped that the man did not know everyone in town, which was doubtfull, and that a mention of someone waiting for him would further discourage any further thoughts of murder. While the chef was confident that he could take the man in a fight, he really did not want to exert himself any more than necessary this evening. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Quadraphonics | Mar 18 2012, 10:33 AM Post #5 |
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Dust carried on dare-devil winds and sweeping tides caked the twelve year old boy’s throat, and more than anything in the world he wanted to cough. But he wouldn’t. Not in the face of death, the desert, or his master, all of which were present before him. If he had lived a normal life, the boy would have been the son of rich merchants. Instead he was staring down his father's iron-wrought glare in a temple so long ago abandoned that its wood planks and boards burst into dust in the palm of your hand. The bones of animals laid scattered in the temple yard, long ago bleached white. Heat was no problem for him. He had known deserts all his life, and for him they held no more secrets or tricks. He had mastered them. The old man held an oxygen mask to his face with failing strength, his knuckles clenched so tight the joints bulged out and threatened to break. In his other hand, his right, he held a well-forged and ancient katana. Though his body trembled, a lifetime of discipline held that hand steady and ready to draw at a moment’s notice. He took a few quivering steps toward the boy—a boy who was fearless and indomitable by grit alone—and closed the gap between them until they were within arm’s reach of each other. There was no day the two of them hadn’t been together since the boy had been born. For as long as he could the grandfather trained him as a martial artist, a master, beating into him as a blacksmith does his magnum opus every skill and ideal he had. The boy was a prodigy—a natural born killer with a sense of justice that was well aware of the kinds of evils that thrived. The old man wheezed and removed the mask, drawing the sword. With a clever twirl of his fingers he held it out for the boy to grab handle first. “Come, Zane,” he gasped, “You know justice as I know it. You know fear and death as well as any soldier. There is no one more apt to take my arms than you. Take this sword, Kaede and be a boy no more, and die with no regrets. Now take it!” Zane's mind battled with memories he'd have rather forgotten with the death of the only man that ever really meant anything to him. The chaos in the background was drowned out, similar to the way he bleached himself in alcohol and his desire to escape. The ice burnt the back of his neck, just like the deserts of the past. That enormous island he'd spent his life on was one he'd never forget, it was a relic of his legacy that he'd take with him to the skies of virtue. Passing judgement to the glass beneath his firm hold it suddenly shattered in his hands, and he was allowed to boast the iron armor that was a testament to this father's training. Forgetting he'd come to do a job he slammed his forehead into the bar counter, in a facade of unconsciousness. Lifeless. It attracted the attention of the swindler who'd engaged the cook in a conversation, a cook that was experienced in the ways of the sea and observation. Immediately he'd discerned the fact that he was up to no good, the pirate could see it in his eyes. Kizyora gritted his teeth for a very brief moment before returning to his face the illusion of generosity. Snapping his fingers a drink came over swiftly and he offered it to the ex-Marine. He could tell by his insight that he was definitely no one he could easily deceive. "Take a drink, on me! If you'd excuse me, I see a friend of mines..." Maybe he wouldn't notice. But Kizyora was a master of pick-pocketing. Infact, you could say he was more than that...he was aided by the power of the Devil himself in stealing what wasn't his. They wouldn't even apparently make contact as he passed the ex-Marine by, but he'd definitely lose valuables in the process. A wallet, a compass maybe? Anything he held in his pockets that were on virtue would be gone an instant, and in the next in his own pocket. All done with a cruddy grin on the dirty Kizyora's face. Making his way over to Zane, he stopped, patting his back to gather his attention. No response. Lifting an eyebrow he tapped his shoulder once more. Nothing. Was he dead? He'd find out. "Hey buddy, you alive?" he whispered, trying to keep the fact that he was associating with an unconscious guy lowkey. Still no response. Ooooo, another victim. Joy, that was all Kizyora the con could think. It was time to work his magic, and this guy would be easier than his last! Nohomo, his last victim was a girl, but...uh...yea! |
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| Spirit | Mar 18 2012, 08:51 PM Post #6 |
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Sipping the remaining cup of the current bottle of sake, Theo waited on the man's response. Which was delayed by the sound of flesh close of the bone hitting the surface of the table. Glancing to the side, the chef noticed the white-haired teen collased onto the table, the empty glass nearby. What a light weight. Why, when he was that age, he could down a liter bottle of sake before he would pass out. Hell, on a good night, it could be one and a half and sometimes even two bottles. Granted that his liver did not like it at the least, but now he did not have to worry about that ever again. The kid was probably not even old enough to drink, not that the ex-Marine cared. The teen could ruin his body in any way he wanted as long as it did not affect Theo. The chef glanced warily as the man handed him a drink. The ex-Marine wasn't paying much attention to him ever since responding so he probably had plenty of opportunity to slip something into his drink. Being an ex-Marine and living for so long encouraged Theo to be careful when accepting drinks from strangers, no matter how friendly they appeared. Hell, they would probably drug him and have their way with him, however unlikely that would be. However, he coul not refuse the drink either due to common bar etiquette. So only one thing remained, lie. Oh boy, he sure was doing a lot of that tonight. Must have been his luck or something. Waiting until the man diverted his attention onto his next target, for thats what they were to him since no one could be that friendly to talk to two complete strangers one after another, Theo carefully poured the given drink into the open sake bottle and order another one. The bartender promptly complied, giving Theo a new bottle and taking the old one away, thus ridding the chef of the suspicious drink. Pouring himself another cup, the ex-Marine sighed as his consicious got the better of him and he decided to covertly watch over the teen just in case the stranger decided to do something weird. Granted that he would probably regret it later, but the chef just could not let such a young man be a victim of fhe vile world when Theo was close enough to make a difference. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Keiri | Mar 31 2012, 07:05 PM Post #7 |
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Upon arriving at the island a few days ago Jackson’s first stop had been the island’s pet shop, needing to resupply Avarice’s food supply before the little scoundrel managed to break into people’s houses and rob them dry of whatever the greed bird could eat. Not that some bird seed would stop him from doing it for the pure pleasure of it, along with a better meal. It would at least keep him under some form of control and help when they set off for the next island looking for work should this one prove untroubled. During the next three days he had managed to dig up enough information from the marines and locals about a pirate with a bounty rumored to be in the area, just a weak one but none the less the beli would always be welcomed in his pockets. It certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out that Avarice racked up quite the bill when it came to trouble or repaying someone for something the pesky bird had stolen and hidden away somewhere. It was today that he had heard that a man matching the bounty poster’s description had been seen hanging around a nearby bar, one which he was sure to become very familiar with very soon. When he had arrived it had only taken three hours of waiting before his target began to make himself clear, moving among the customers with a friendly smile and hands slipping over drinks or across pockets. Never once bothering to look back at a man with messy brown hair, in a travel stained brown coat and grey shirt, with wrinkled mud brown trousers as he continued to drink his mug of water. His green eyes continued to follow him as he patted the back of an old man’s back, his white haired head resting against the table, so vulnerable, so defenseless, and the perfect prey for a pick pocket killer. Standing up Jackson made his way towards the white haired man, casually bumping into the pick pocket as he spilt his mug of water over him. “Sorry! I was just trying to make sure that my…” His eyes drifted down to the white haired man as he reached out to gently shake him, forcing himself to look concerned as he noticed the young face drooling on the table counter. “cousin was alright, he has a horrible drinking problem…. I know I shouldn’t have let him talk me into coming here.” Edited by Keiri, Mar 31 2012, 07:06 PM.
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| Spirit | Apr 1 2012, 08:48 PM Post #8 |
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It seemed like this guy was popular since yet another stranger approached the bar, spilling a glass of water all over the man who offered Theo a drink, and claiming that the white haired teen napping on the counter was his cousin. The ex-Marine really doubted that was the case but he wasn't going to say anything just yet. For now he was going to see how it all played out. While Kizyora was of the same mind as Theo about the validity of the cousin claim, it would not be a good idea to confront the man about it lest his claim was actually true and it caused a commotion. Plus, there were easier targets to be had out in the other bars. It would not be good business to try his luck too many times at the same place. Waving of the man's concern about the spilled water, Kizyora excused himself and left the bar, making sure to pick the white haired teen's pocket as he left. Once outside, the pickpocket headed off to the next nearest bar to try his hand once again. Watching out of the corner of his eye as the man left the bar, Theo let out a small sigh of relief as the situation, or at least part of it was resolved without anything that might require his help. However, while he was the seedier of the two, there still remained one guy, who could pass for someone even seedier given his dirty clothes, who could give him trouble. Maybe he could talk the entire thing out and hope for the best. Maybe, just maybe, his was actually his cousin. "Excuse me, young man, are you actually related to this teen?" the chef asked, straight to the point. No reason to dilly dally. After all, the quicker the man left, the quicker the ex-Marine could get back to enjoying his sake. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Keiri | Apr 3 2012, 01:21 PM Post #9 |
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With a few more attempts at an apology to the criminal Jackson slowly pulled out one of the chairs and sat down in it, his hand gently shaking the white haired stranger as he watched the man leave; most likely for another target to kill and steal. Whoever it was, it wouldn’t matter soon enough. Avarice’s target had been marked, and so long as the bird didn’t mistake the wet shirt for another drunken buffoon than whoever he chose for his next victim would find an unlikely savior. After all, it would look far better to catch him in the act and have a witness to vouch for him than to just drag a dead body to the marines, or even end up in jail himself until they sorted the whole mess out. His bounty wasn’t even big enough to warrant a true bounty picture, just a hand drawn portrait and a description; if he wanted the full reward he would need a victim to serve as a witness. However just as he was about to get up and inspect the victim before following the man, he was stopped by an older gentleman with white hair just like his ‘cousin’. “Sure I am, just like you’re really a husband.” He replied as his gaze shifted down to the ringless finger before standing and bending over the sleeping man; his hands digging into his pockets and turning them inside out, only to find them all empty. “So, he steals first, and kills for fun.” He mumbled softly to himself before tucking the pockets in and standing up, a thoughtful frown to his face as he crossed his arms staring down at the white haired teenager. Avarice Sitting perched on the opposite building from the bar that his master had went in, Avarice waited patiently for the marked target to come out. His jet black feathers blending in to the night sky as his beady eyes gazed down at the people coming out, none of them with the wet shirt like he had been instructed to follow. Such an idiotic way to mark someone the intelligent bird thought to himself, anyone could spill their drink on themselves. Last time he had spent three hours tracking some drunk because he had a wet shirt, his master should really have thought of something better. Maybe bird seed, or some kind of sticky explosive on their backs, that was always easy to follow. And if things got hairy drop a bit of fire and problem solved. Much better than water, the explosive more so in his mind, however he was not the speaker of the two. He was just a simple raven, not yet able to express himself and the flaws of his idiotic master properly. When a man finally did come out of the bar, with a dripping wet shirt and an odd smile to his face, Avarice twitched his wings and hopped along the roof of the building. Following him as silent as a mouse to prevent another killing and call the warning for when he did decide to strike. If his master got side tracked, someone else was sure to come to the ruckus he would make and rescue the victim... and in the chaos of it all the bird was positive he could steal some shinys from the thief, he had to have had alot after all the stuff he had done. Once he followed the man to watch him head into another nearby bar he flew off back towards an alley way near bar his master had found the man, quickly scratching in a small arrow into a build's wooden post, pointing in the direction the man went before heading back off to resume his tracking. Edited by Keiri, Apr 15 2012, 06:03 AM.
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| Spirit | Apr 4 2012, 09:02 PM Post #10 |
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Did the brown haired bastard just mock him? All Theo did was ask a fucking simple question and he had expected a simple answer free of any dirision, mocking, and/or insulting. But no, this young man, this kid, in the chefs eyes, decided not to be polite in return. Fine then, if he wanted mocking, he'll get mocking. Then again, the ex-Marine could have misinterpreted the entire thing, though he still did not like the tone. One of the days, his volative anger would get him in trouble for doing something far worse than boxing a few ears of the disrespecful youths. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean by that comment, but if you are not this young man's cousin, I would ask you to leave him alone." Theo replied in a clipped tone, trying to keep annoyance out of his voice. After all, what could this kid want from the white haired teen if they were not related, asside from the obvious. The ex-Marine doubted that they knew each other since there was no reason to introduce himself as his cousin if he was not. What's more, why would he chase off a potential thief unless he was just a good samaritan. But good samaritans did not turn out pocket of people they just rescued. Wait a minute. Excuse me, just what the hell are you doing going through his pockets? Are you a thief?" Theo asked in a louder than normal voice, hoping to attract attention of other patrons so that he would not have to take care of the young man himself. Glancing around, the chef saw that his words had some effect as several pair of eyes turned to look at the brown-haired man, just waiting for his reponse to take action if nessesary. As he looked, the ex-Marine wondered for the upteenth time why he decided to look over this kid. Probably his Marine 'reflexes' were at work or something. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Keiri | Apr 8 2012, 12:16 PM Post #11 |
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Jackson ignored the older man’s request to leave him alone, seeing no true reason as to why he should respond to him. No matter what he said would change his mind, and no need to try and change it. The old man couldn’t serve as a witness, nor could this white haired young man. So he simply went through with his plans, rifling through the pockets for his wallet. The teen was too young to be an alcoholic and walking into the bar without a single beli, and his clothing wasn’t that of a homeless person. His gaze shifted over the room at the obvious attempt of getting him thrown out before gesturing to the table with a slight smile. “How do you expect an unconscious man to pay for his drink if he cant reach into his pockets? However, if I was a thief I must be a bad one to do it in plain sight, with a man who had just been robbed… Now, if you will excuse me, I should probably go find his father to come get him, do you mind paying his tab since you are so kind as to take an interest in him?” He said as he laid his hand down to gently shake the teenager’s shoulder, once again trying to rouse him up. He would hate to have to spend more time than needed here, if he could manage to be in roughly the same area as the killer than he could hopefully catch him before the night was over, turn him into the marines, and get a nice little sum of money. And if he managed to save a pretty lady like he seemed to like, he may even end up with a date to spend some of it on as well. |
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| Spirit | Apr 9 2012, 08:06 PM Post #12 |
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This guy really had the nerve to backtalk to his elders. If not for the other patrons who might call real Marines, this little shit would be just a little stain on the floor. However, it was not meant to be, unless of course he followed the man into an alley or something and beat the crap out of him there. Nah, too much trouble to go through just to teach an insolent punk a lesson. If they crossed paths somewhere down the line where no one could see them, and the man was just as sarcastic as he was now, well, the ground could always use a new coat of blood-red paint. I don't expect an unconscious to pay his tab at all. I expect either the bartender to create a tab, if there isn't one already, and put whatever the man owed on that tab." Theo replied in a as a matter of fact tone. The chef had no reply for the man's next comment since he was kinda right. No decent thief in his right mind to try to ply his trade in a brightly lit room with lots of witnesses, especially with a witness paying a good amount of attention to the thief himself. Unless of course the thief was very, very good at his trade. However, the ex-Marine really doubted that was the case with the man in front of him. He was probably either a very shitty thief and he wasn't a thief in the first place. The comment about the robbed man confused the chef slightly since it was rather vague and could have applied to either three of them, not that the ex-Marine believed that he could have been robbed. And so, the chef had to grudgingly accept that the man wasn't a thief. For now that is. Theo scowled at the man at the mention of paying the bill, but had to accept it since after all, he did take an unnecessary amount of interest in the teen. Sending another scowl in the man's direction, the ex-Marine reached into the his pocket for the wallet only to find it missing. Patting himself down to make sure that he did not misplace it, the chef semi-frantically looked around his chair in case he dropped it, but try as he might, he could not find it anywhere. That meant that someone stole it. While his first thought went to clobbering the man next to him before Theo realized that the man did not really come close enough to him to steal anything. And thus, it left the suspicious man who had left earlier. Fuck. "Since you seem to be from around here, you wouldn't happen to know the man who you spilled water on?" the ex-Marine asked, trying to keep his voice calm and steady. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Keiri | Apr 11 2012, 06:02 AM Post #13 |
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Jackson could have commented on the fact that not all bars accepted tabs, more so ones on islands where travelers come and go. And to anyone who wasn’t a well-known and reliable resident of said island wasn’t very likely to get one on the high chance that the next morning, or even in the next few hours, the customer would already be setting sail. Using tabs with a port town was never a good idea to hand out to just anyone, something that he wasn’t exactly in the mood to point out. His eyes shifted over to glance at the old man, an eye brow raised in question as he watched the strange act. “Seems like he needs a tab too.” He thought to himself while the man slowed down in his checking, finally beginning to realize what had happened. Jackson’s gaze shifted to the bartender then back to the man in front of him, neither one of them seemed to have the money to pay for the drinks, and he had never liked paying for strangers either. Friends, he didn’t mind so much since the would naturally pay for a round some other time. “Of course, if I remember right he was that man who murdered a lovely young lady awhile back… Stabbed a man in his back after robbing him, slit another’s throat, I’m sure there are more, but you only have to read so much on a bounty before you get the general idea.” He replied quietly so that he wouldn’t alert the other customers of the inn of what was going on, no use having a big ruckus going on when he still needed a witness to secure his chances of getting paid. Turning towards the door began to leave, whistling softly to leave the two men to deal with their tabs on their own as he slipped out of the bar, the doors closing behind him as she stood on the deck looking around for a mysterious shadow in the shape of a bird. His gaze sweeping the roof tops with a slight frown as he tried to locate Avarice, his bounty couldn’t have picked up someone else so soon unless they were already drunk, helpless, or in an alley for one reason or another. But the more time that went on, the farther he would get, and the less likely he could get there in time to catch him while keeping the witness around. |
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| Spirit | Apr 11 2012, 08:43 PM Post #14 |
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Listening to the man describe the person who robbed him, Theo was glad that he did not drink the drink that the man gave him. Hell, if he did, he wouls probably be lying in an alley somewhere either dying or soon to be. And he had a bounty, intersting. Maybe he should go after the robber and after getting his wallet back, perhaps he should teach him a lesson by turning him in to the Marines, either dead or alive, which depended entirely on the man. Yes, yes, he would do that. Now for the problem with the tab. Since the man did not want to pay for his drink, not that he could blame him, it was up to the chef to pay for his own drink. Or, maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he should just let the passed out man take care of the bill, after all, the ex-Marine did prevent a murderer from taking advantage of the man. Um, yeah, this white haired kid will take care of my bill." Theo hastily replied to the expecting bartender and grabbing his staff and bag, quickly walked out of the bar. Entering back into the world of the festival, Theo instantly regretted not realizing earlier that he had been robbed. Now, even if only maybe ten minutes had passed since the robber left, he could easily be lost in the crowd. Plus, this was not the only bar in town, so the chances of finding him were very slim indeed. Oh well, he wasn't the one to give up when his money and honor were at stake. The ex-Marine would find the son of a bitch if it was the last thing he did. Glancing around, the chef spotted the man from earlier walking away from the bar, constantly looking at roof tops for some reason. Hmm, the man did mention that he was following the thief so he probablyhad an idea where the man would go after leaving the bar. Even if that was a slim hope, that was all that Theo had. Jogging to catch up, the feet pounding on the pavement, the ex-Marine cought up to the man from the bar. I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I could use some help in finding that thief. Name's Marshall." Theo said, putting out his hand for a handshake. Since he did not know the man nor trusted him, there was really no reason to use his real name. After all, after finding the murderer and gettin his wallet back, the ex-Marine really wasn't planning on sticking around on the island. Maybe he would catch a ride on one of the Marine ships going to the Grand Line and visit his father's grave. |
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Ittai Saishuu • Chef • Chef/Ex-Ninja • Frostbites • Bounty: 58,500,000 • SD Earned: 268 • Beli: 10,179,866 • Location: Iron Knife Island, Grand Line, Route 1 Vincent Guerrero • Inventor • Inventor/Scientist • Gallant Agents of Madness • Bounty: 14,000,000 • SD Earned: 108 • Beli: 8,610,000 • Location: Mirrorball Island, East Blue Sergei Volk • Inventor• Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Recommendations: 2 • SD Earned: 50 • Beli: 3,300,000 • Location: Nowhere Yet Kette Schwert Heuschrecke • Carpenter • Navigator • None • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 79 • Beli: 5,400,000 • Location: East Blue Epicness
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| Keiri | Apr 15 2012, 06:08 AM Post #15 |
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In his scan for the dark rooftop Jackson’s search revealed nothing the location of his companion, Avarice was either doing his job very well or they had moved on to one of the farther bars across town. The former was naturally what he wished the most, running around blindly with only a few signs left behind were really not what he would call a fun time. More so since he would only know where the first one was, the back alley where he left his weapons so that he wouldn’t draw attention or scare off his target. Besides if the murderer did strike here it was a good chance it would be in an alley way, if that was the case he would already have his weapons there and ready. With a sigh of disappointment he begins to make his way towards the alley way, not looking forward to a game of cat and mouse with his own pet. More so when the mouse had a knack for staying hidden in places people would never expect, something that he no doubt picked up on one of his numerous thieving trips. Just as he begun to reach the alley way he heard footsteps running up behind him, making him look over his shoulder curious about who it was. Blinking at the sight of the old man, not having expected to see him again so soon, let alone at all. His gaze shifted down to eye the hand before turning around and shaking it loosely, his shoulders shrugging as he let go and looked back towards the alley way. One more witness couldn’t hurt he supposed, could even be an extra eye out as well. “I’m Jackson, we will probably be walking around for awhile before we catch him in the act.” He replied as he walked into the alley, glancing down on the ground as he walked into the alley. Finding nothing his gaze flickered over to the buildings as he crouched down behind a barrel and pulled out a small bundle of dirty cloth, unwrapping it to reveal a long, well-made spear and a katana still sheathed. “I suppose its safe to assume that the theif stole your wallet or such while you were in the bar?” He asked suddenly as he strapped the sword around his belt and held the spear loosely against his arms, eyes flickering across the alley until they finally come to rest on an arrow scratched against a building. Heading off in the direction as he gives the man a nod, signaling to walk and talk at the same time. |
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