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Whitewash the Whole Town
Topic Started: Aug 19 2012, 01:51 PM (1,950 Views)
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"What do you think, Miss Swift?" The voice speaking was impossible to see at first, from where Nina was; she had been placed in an enormous glass box, filled about halfway with water; she still would've had to jump nearly 20 feet to escape it, but there was more than enough room to swim around and keep herself from growing bored. Around here, there stood six men, all with some form of metal on their bodies; this one had one eye replaced with an enormous disc of steel, with a red gem in the middle. Another had their entire lower jaw replaced with steel. All of them were staring at her with something between bemusement and concern.

"Oh, don't worry everyone. She's our guest. Miss Swift won't try to run away...will you, Miss Swift?" The figure finally walked into the light, revealing his form again. He tilted his head to the side; his face was impossible to make out behind his stark white mask, but it was clear that he was pleased that she was there. He glanced at her through the glass, and placed a hand against it; the sound of thick leather almost covered the sound of metal hitting glass, but not quite. He chuckled under his breath, a low, warm sound that seemed to invite-no, insist was closer- Nina to join in. His long coat still made it impossible to make him out, but there was no mistaking him as the man that had saved her from the marines.

There was only one thing that had changed since he had first shown up; his head now had an enormous bowler hat on it, perched at a strange angle, and tied underneath his chin to keep it from falling off. He was clearly enjoying himself for some reason or another, as he stared at her. "Well, Miss Swift? Do you like it? My hat, that is. My first mate was telling me it was a bit gauche, especially with the string. I told him when he runs a business that rakes in a billion beli every month, he can decide just what's socially acceptable in his own slice of the world~" He paused, drumming his fingers on the glass.

"Although...it really does make me seem thuggish. Do you think I'm thuggish, Miss Swift? I like to believe I'm not thuggish. The tophat is a classic of course, but I find it so boring after wearing it for so long...I'd like to mix it up. I do suppose I have to take my associate's advice into account; no one wants to do business with a man in a bowler hat, unless it's murder." Immediately, the hat was gone; there was no sense of movement, no feeling that he had done anything at all. It was simply there, and then...not. The movement had been so fast, she hadn't even noticed that he'd moved.

"I've always been fond of fezzes..." Before the last word even left his mouth, and enormous fez, easily the size of a person's fist was sitting on top of his head, once more tied underneath his chin. He ran a hand over it, and then shook his head slightly. "No, no, that's far too...understated. A man like me needs to show style. He needs to seem impressive. A fez isn't the thing a classy man wears."

The fez disappeared as quickly as the bowler, this time replaced by a rounded, almost flat hat. He chuckled under his breath, this time running a hand over it. "Porkpie hats, is there a better thing in the entire world? I think not! It's just so very...fun to wear one. Yes, I think a porkpie would be nice..." He paused, and then slapped his face as if he were reminding himself of something; he pulled the hand away, revealing his mask had switched in the space of a second. It was now an enormous, leering grin, the kind of thing people expected to see outside a theater.

"Where are my manners? I never asked you. Miss Swift...what IS your favorite type of hat?"




"Boss, he's waking up. What are we gonna do if he tries to run away again?"

"Again? You mean he's done it more than once?"

"Erm...yes? He's incredibly resilient. He won't stay down for more than an hour, even if we give him enough tranquilizers to knock out an elephant."

"You've been drugging him."

These last words were spoken slowly, with a sharp undertone to them; the man speaking was clearly upset, and was clearly trying to ignore it. The man spoke again, clearing his throat, but he didn't get more than a word out before he was interrupted, the sound of crashing wood preceding his groan by only a second. For Umbert, the sensation of being strapped down would've disappeared almost immediately, followed by the feeling of a person sitting down on his chest. The rumbling voice seemed to resonate with Umbert's very bones, as the man spoke.

"No wonder you were trying to escape. You probably thought that these guys were trying to keep you away from your captain, didn't you? Probably thought that we were going to sail away in the night and hold you ransom. Or maybe turn you in to the marines."

The man speaking wasn't sitting on Umbert, but was instead holding two fingers against the minute man's chest; these two fingers still felt as heavy as a man. He continued to speak slowly, not even realizing just how much pain Umbert was in.

"We actually sent your captain an invitation. He'll be joining us for dinner tonight, and then you guys are all free to go. If SOMEONE hadn't drugged you, then we could've told you this hours ago, before you tried to break out."

Another voice spoke up from close by, clearly nervous. They were fiddling with their hands, as they spoke. "W-we wanted to keep him under while we...fixed him."

"Yeah, so you could make up some bullshit about slipping a bomb into his colon, and not telling anyone? I know the way you work, doc. Don't forget I was the one who worked on YOU. That said, I want you to get this guy up and walking. Immediately. Then I want you to apologize, tell him every single thing you did to him. THEN you're going to ask him if he wants it, like you should've before you even picked up a bonesaw."

He turned around, walking towards the doorway. He stopped just at it, planting a hand against the doorway, and squeezing hard enough to leave a handprint.

"Next tour's in twelve minutes. I want to see him there, even if you have to give him a piggyback ride."
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
Strength: 15------Stamina:13------Speed:19--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:23
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Nina wasn’t quite sure exactly how she had managed to end up in her current ‘residence’ Having thos more than odd man just show up out from nowhere and bust her out of that marine ship cell had been a surprise to say the least, the mermaid had expected something more akin to Luther blowing the place to smithereens rather than this guy popping up and easily overpowering the marine leaders.

She had calmly followed him afterward, she were intelligent enough to realize you do not try to oppose the guy who just wiped the floor with a marine that you yourself saw as very strong; especially not unarmed, speaking of which she really hoped someone more or less friendly had remembered to fetch her bow from where she dropped it on the street where they had fought Reginold and where she had been captured in the first place.

The Doctor were currently leisurely swimming around the edges of the frankly put quite spacious fish tank she had been put in, it didn’t hurt to move around a bit to keep her muscles in shape, looking up she judged that she could get out without much trouble if she sped up as much as she could before making the jump, being far faster underwater than above it her swimming speed beat most peoples max running speed. However doing so would be beyond foolhardy as she doubted she could get away once she’d made the jump, and her captors didn’t seem intent on harming her, keeping things that way included not trying to escape unless she were absolutely certain there was a 100% chance of success.

Suddenly the voice of her new captor resounded in the tank; if she hadn’t been swimming she’d most certainly have jumped from surprise. Looking around she didn’t see where he stood at first, only her highly peculiar cyborg guards were in view. She weren’t in the least intimidated by them as she were used to handling half man half machine oddities; having one for a captain tended to make you used to seeing them around. In addition to that she had been helping Luther with his cyborg upgrades the last time he made some and as such she knew quite a bit about the inner workings making sure flesh and metal worked in tandem, at least as far as the biological aspect went; she was a doctor and not a mechanic after all. In any case she promptly ignored her guards, they wouldn’t go away so why fret about them?

Wondering exactly what she was supposed to think something about for a bit she then heard him speak again, this time asking as if to confirm she weren’t thinking about running away, which she hadn’t been

”I won’t”

She simply and more or less honestly answered, she wouldn’t be trying to escape before knowing exactly what kind of mess she had manage to get herself put in. Swimming up so she faced her mysterious mask clad captor she clearly heard the tinge of metal underneath his glove, another cyborg then she concluded no surprise there. What was strange however was his good mood; tilting her head slightly and giving a slight but plainly visible smile in return she couldn’t hide the confounded look in her face. To put it simply she had no idea what this man was thinking, that was partly due to the mask but mostly it was his general aura. She could tell nothing about him other than the fact that he was in a good mood and that much was plain. She pondered on if she should try to ‘read’ him with this fabled haki she were supposed to have but judged against it, she weren’t even sure how to use it in the first place and a feeling told her experimenting it on this man would be a spectacularly bad idea. It would be safer to wait until she met someone she knew before trying it out, Luther or Umbert immediately sprung to mind.

Now spotting the hat the man was wearing she couldn’t help but thinking it looked absolutely ridiculous on this man, the top hat he had worn when ‘rescuing’ her had been far more stylish.

”That’s…one way of putting it”

She carefully answered, not sure if answering honestly was the right thing or not she opted on a more guarded stance on the matter of fashion, then it was gone, she had only diverted her eyes for a fraction of a second but that seemed to have been enough for him to switch it out, eyes going wide she stared at the new headwear. His speed seemed to even beat that of the extremely fast Reginold, or it was some kind of trick, it was impossible to tell from her position.

She bore witness to several rapid hat changes as the man talked about even more hats; he really seemed to like headwear for some reason. His next move however made her even more stunned, the mask worn on his face changed in the space of a second, she’d never seen someone switch what they were wearing at that speed before. She didn’t get it, having good eyes was something she prided herself on, but this man didn’t even exhibit the slight blurring visible when she’d seen Reginold move faster than she could perceive. This was one man she could not afford to underestimate.

It took a while before she realized he’d asked another question, this time what hat she preferred. At least that was safely innocent enough to answer with honesty

”Archer hats of course”

If he knew anything about her weapon of choice the answer should be recognisable as a clever one, although her answer had been honest, her old teacher had worn one after all. The memory was enough to bring a smile to her face. The bright mood of her hat-maniac of a captor must have rubbed off as she didn’t usually smile all that much.
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Blackness clouded Umbert's vision like a heavy blanket as consciousness returned to him. His brow flinched as he heard a voice speaking to him, his entire body feeling clunky and slow. Aching pain throbbed through his limbs, as he attempted to shift in the position he found himself in.

However, an obstacle stopped him dead in his tracks. Like a knife point, a single point of sheer force pressed down in the middle of his chest, pinning him there. His eyelids were still too heavy to rise, and he tried to push against the force. The pain of resistance intensified on the spot where the point held him down; there was no chance of him getting up as he lay there, listening to the man's voice brow-beating the doctor. At the mention of "every single thing you did", the hairs on his neck stood up with unease. He struggled some more as best he could about the single point pinning him to the surface.

Suddenly, the pressure on his chest vanished, as he heard heavy footsteps walking away from him, the words becoming quieter as Umbert's strength slowly began to return to him. Slowly forcing his eyes open, the first thing that hit him were two bright lights glaring down at him. As he struggled with his limbs, he felt as if his limbs were made of stone, and simply refused to move, and almost seemed to be pinning him to the cold, hard metal surface he was lay on, which felt sticky and slick with a substance that felt awfully familiar to the battle-loving psychopath. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, sending pleasurable tingles down his spine as the scent stimulated his brain, as conditioned as it was to react to bloodshed.

His ears began to come into focus, picking up the sound of metal against metal close to his left. Tilting his head slightly in that direction, Umbert just made out the back of a man, dressed in a sky blue smock and matching head cover, seemingly picking up tools from a medical tray in front of him.

As Umbert's senses developed further, he began to make out a steady beeping sound, coming from somewhere in the room, and as his eyesight improved, he spied the man's gloves fiddling with the tray; they, and the tools they were handling, were stained red. His sleeves were spattered with the stuff.
Narrowing his eyes, Umbert swiveled his head, looking above himself, the sound of a sticky substance releasing the side of his head accompanying the motion. Dangling over his head, tubes trailing down towards, Umbert saw three bags of deep red fluid; blood. As he turned his head further, he saw the doorway the other man must have disappeared down, a pair of double doors with circular windows hiding what was beyond it from clear sight. Umbert barely registered the hand print delved into the metal door frame.

Taking in his surroundings, Umbert blinked hard. He felt groggy and unfamiliar, as if he were dreaming. Stars twinkled at the edges of his vision, and an uncomfortable fizzing sensation droned at the back of his mind, as if someone had put pressure on his eyeballs for too long. He flexed his fingers, grimacing as he felt his muscles move, but as if under pressure from an alien force. He twisted his head to look down as well as he could, just spying his fingers. He could see his stocky hands and thick fingers easily enough. He could see them moving, but at the same time, it felt as if... Umbert was unsure how to word it. Something just felt wrong about his motions. They felt harder, clunkier. As if there was friction in his limbs, as if the bones were grinding across one another, though not painfully.

After twisting his head back to the surgeon, Umbert decided it was time to get up, wherever he was. He looked down to his body again, and attempted to push himself up, the sheer strange sensation of movement slowing his senses and making even raising his limbs feel impossible. He gritted his teeth as his muscles ached, veins bulging from his forearms as he attempted to raise his fists with as much strength as he could muster. The faint beeping began to increase in volume and frequency, summoning the attentions of the doctor, who glanced to one side before turning to Umbert, a flash of panic evident in his eyes, the rest of his face hidden behind a matching sky-blue surgical mask. Moving towards Umbert, the surgeon attempted to keep Umbert's left arm pinned to the table, putting enough pressure on the unfamiliar-feeling limb to keep it held against the cold metal beneath it.

"Stop! You aren't ready to get up yet! We haven't delivered the antibiotics you need! Hold still for a few more minutes! We're almost done!" The surgeon shouted at him panickedly,

However, his right arm went unchecked, and with a prolonged growl of effort from Umbert, there was a long pause, before Umbert finally managed to gain some momentum, and threw the arm up with an unfounded sense of vigor that was entirely alien to him. Umbert's right arm lunged over, and grabbed the doctor by the scruff of his coverall. Dragging the doctor close to his face, so the psychopath's bad breath made the surgeon wince, Umbert growled angrily, before lunging forward as far as his rigid and strange-feeling neck would allow, and attempting to sink his teeth hard into the front of the surgeon's masked face. To rip at a nose, a cheek, anything just to do some damage. The lack of knowledge of his location, the time, date or any understand of how he came to be here gave rise to a feeling of wanton violence in him, and he gladly relented to the urge to vent it on this doctor. To hell with explanations, he just needed to kill something.

Although in the middle of the assault, Umbert did notice something slightly odd when his teeth chomped together.

A metallic clink.
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The long dining table was full of very solemn looking faces, all except for the three members of the Kraken Pirates. One in particular especially contrasted the somber look, his face contorted in a brutal expression of overwhelming malice and fury. His fists clenched so tightly his fingernails threatened to draw blood from his own hands. His teeth pressed against each other with enough force to grind bone to powder. After the little performance given by the messenger in red shoes, it had become apparent that someone had managed to get ahold of his crewmates. Or in the very least, someone had gone out of their way to make a rather convincing bluff. Either way, after witnessing a clown waltz into what was going to be his secret base for taking over Gessou Island and threaten him with the lives of his crewmates if he didn’t show up at “the Great Decent”, Luther Wilson was in an absolutely rancorous mood.

“Um, listen man, I’m sorry about your friends, but it might just be best if you leave the island now! That clown guy was a subordinate of Big Top, and if he’s got your crewmates they’re probably already-” The sentence was brought to a screeching halt as Luther’s fist shot into the air and was brought down on the table even faster, causing the wood to buckle and break under the might of his heavy fist. With a heavy growl he stood up, running one hand across his bald head. “If anything, this island is going to be the death of me… I’ll drop dead from the stress before anyone manages to lay a hand on me.” Another heavy hand slammed against the table, drawing Luther’s attention. “Don’t act as if what you’ve done has been wiped away simply because you’re distressed!” The voice belonged to the leader of the Klan, dressed in his hood, glaring through the eye slits at Luther. “You’ve barged into our secret base to attempt a takeover, and now you’re throwing a tantrum? I demand an explination!” Luther stared at the man for a moment, intensely, intimidatingly. It was a gaze that seemed to be firing concentrated anger through the air like a beam, and though it didn’t show through his hood it was very uncomfortable for the Klan leader.

“I believe I’ve already explained myself. Due to recent events, the Kraken Pirates intended on using this as our base of operations to regroup and launch an assault on the marines, who formerly had our doctor captive. As compensation, we intended to offer you a handsome reward for the use of some of your men and your cooperation. However, if this…” He said as he grasped one of the tickets, holding it up so it shined in the light. “If this threat is not some elaborate bluff, which I doubt it is, then the situation has just tripled in difficulty. Now there is what I can only assume a god damn clown in possession of not only my doctor, but my berserker as well.” The grunt from before spoke up again. “I told you man, it’s Big Top!” Luther shot the man a serious glance as well. “You do realize I am capable of coming across this table and killing you in approximately 2.2 seconds.” The man looked frightened, but simply nodded. “Good. Who is Big Top.” The man looked over at one of his companions and then back to Luther. “You don’t know? Ah, you probably came from one of the blues, maybe that’s why… Big Top is one of the Seven Warlords of the sea.” Luther raised an eyebrow. “A warlord… is singling out a pirate with ten million bounty by kidnapping two of his crewmembers. Which would indicate he not only knew beforehand rather detailed knowledge on my crew, but also that he has specific interest in me for some reason.”

Luther sat back down and raised a hand to stroke his chin. “With that information, it is even more obviously a trap then it was before. For one of the warlords to come across the sea to have me brought to him implies motivation far beyond anything I could have done up until now.” Luther was once again interrupted by the loud voice of the Klan leader. “Now wait just a minute! I’ve had about enough of you people eating our food and bothering us! Now if you have business to negotiate-,” Luther picked up a plate and sent it flying through the air like a Frisbee, causing it to him the Klan leader dead in the chest and nearly knock him out of his chair. “I no longer have a use for you. I assume that after meeting Big Top I won’t be spending much time on the island, unfortunately.” While the Klan leader was being helped to his feet by two of his men, Luther grabbed a bottle of wine from the table and pulled the cork out. “You” he said, pointing to the man who had informed him of Big Top’s status. “What is your name?” The average looking man replied. “Timothy Blanc.” Luther took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. “As I no longer have need for this base, I will be taking my leave for my ship to prepare for this meeting. However, my offer of a reward still stands in revised form.” He pointed sharply to Timothy and then ran his gaze across everyone in the room. “In exchange for reaping the spoils of my inevitable domination of the Grand Line, anyone willing may defect now and join my crew.”

Everyone in the room was taken aback by the statement, except for the Klan leader, who became absolutely furious. “Absolutely not! I have had it with you and your demands, your condescending attitude, and you assaulting me!” He reached into his pocket and retrieved a revolver, which he aimed at Luther. “Enough of your bullshit! Get the hell out of my sight right now or I’ll paint the walls with your insides!” Luther didn’t react at all to the Klan leader’s threats, and continued with his offer. “Serving under me would no doubt be more rewarding then being a petty thief in an organization such as this.” At the end of his sentence, the Klan leader fired his gun. The bullet struck Luther in the shoulder and stuck there before falling to the ground. There was a small hole left in his shoulder, with began to bleed slightly. Luther picked up another plate, and the Klan leader dropped his gun. “You’re all inhuman…” Luther threw the plate, this time at full force, causing it to make an audible crack as it struck the Klan leader in the chest and broke one of his ribs, sending him to the floor again. A room full of shocked and terrified gazes watched their leader fall to the ground. “Well then, Timothy.” Luther said before another swig from his wine bottle. “We have much to discuss. Though before we get to that, I’ll need to make myself presentable before an audience with one of the Warlords, I don’t suppose your lot have any decent clothing stockpiled.”
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Shaking. The room was shaking. Glassy eyes and a cold sweat continually reminded the girl she wasn't in a dream. What was that anathema she had eaten? Poison came to her mind. Heather silently mouthed out the words spoken to her, "The fruit of the Devil." Silent screams scorched through her skull. The world around her seemed to fade before her eyes. It was a forest now. Everything was a forest. The blood moon's glow kissed her soft skin, hardening it. Heather's body was changing. She wasn't a human anymore.

Then, all at once, the fantastic world of darkness seemed to spiral and sink down into the flooring. She was back. Reality was a blessed thing. A guest was speaking, but the young girl's mind was distraught and trying to focus upon her new body. It was heavy. Her sight held onto the fantastic delusional glow. Everything seemed dream-like. Everything was numb. The girl reached out towards the turkey leg she had dropped upon her plate, but the meat ran from her grasp. The table seemed to sink down into the Earth below. Disappointed, the woman held her empty hand still. Something was wrong with it. The shape was odd. Digit after digit had been transformed into an angled mess similar to a knife.

Heather's eyes opened wide at the sight. A silent scream graced her visage. She shook her hand vehemently. The blurred image returned to normal. Was the Demon-fruit causing her to hallucinate again? A child's curiosity drove the girl to inspect her hand closely, utterly ignoring the plate throwing events taking place. Her hand seemed human. Actually, there was nothing odd about it. Her slender fingers closed into a fist slowly in a cascading motion. Everything seemed normal.

"Am I crazy?" The singular thought took hold of the woman. She immediately focused her sight upon the room around her. All the Klansmen were white with fear... Wait. They were white without fear too. Heather would need a new method to determine if a person was afraid. She was the only one sitting, but the focus was not upon her but rather upon the invincible man who addressed himself, earlier, as Lu... Lugoor? Ludvick? What was his name again?

A look of panic crossed Heather's face. She wanted to ask the invincible man what his name was... But then he would get mad with her! If he was truly invincible, as Heather had judged in their earlier fight, then making him angry sounded like an awful idea. Suddenly, the man began griping about a clown and a berserker...

What.

Clowns? Heather didn't know this word. She had heard it before, but she had never bothered to ask what they were. What was a clown? The girl's mind pondered for a moment. It played with the question and turned it on its head. Lawn's were the grass that grows in front of a person's home. Clouds were white fluffy things in the sky. Clowns seemed like a hybrid combination between the words "Cloud" and "Lawns." Perhaps they referred to white fluffy lawns. Yes, this made sense.

Heather had always wanted to touch a fluffy cloud. They resembled the cotton candy she had been given on Shell Town. Her imagination could only place the things as fluffy, sweet, and sticky. These "Clowns" sounded like wondrous things. The girl wanted to taste one. Anything would have to be better than the strange fruit she had just eaten. The foul taste still flooded her tongue. The poor thing shivered in her mouth with pain. Something sweet sounded good.

Heather put her hands on the side of her chair in an attempt to push herself up. Unfortunately for her, her hands transformed into their bladed form at the same time. They cut through the wooden chair like butter and it collapsed under her grip. A small dust cloud popped up where the girl had landed. The chair debris looked as if it had been cut through with an executioner's blade. Heather immediately gazed upon her hands, but they had already returned to their human state. This demon power, or what Heather assumed was a demon power, seemed inconvenient at best. The girl stood up and gazed around the room. Luther was finishing up his speech, but it didn't concern her. She just wanted to leave this Hellish island. There was water everywhere, but not a ship was in sight. This invincible man scared her, but he also offered her an escape. Heather would submit to his whims for a little longer if it meant getting off this colorless, demon fruit hiding, evil rock.

Forcing a smile, the girl looked towards the large baldy and exclaimed: "Let's go get some clowns!" Heather's perception of a clown was skewed, but her statement would probably fit in Luther's mind.
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When the odd man with the giant red shoes first came in Samantha had paid no attention to him, she was to busy gnawing on a roasted leg of some creature and alternately taking huge swigs from an entire barrel of ale she was gripping in a giant fist of hair, when he spread papers in the air, some of which landed in her food and barrel of ale then she noticed him. She shot him a disgruntled glare, only to notice he wasn't some rookie or average man, in fact he was as far removed from average as you might expect. His gaudy outfit and absurdly red shoes, his comedic clown like antics, one might expect him a fool. She grabbed one of the pieces of paper and inspected it, watching as the images shifted and changed to something more sinister.

"Ehhh, whose this bozo?" She remarked, o one responded, the men whose base they were commandeering, and Luther was so angry his metal coat seemed to be heating up. The man left and Luther was practically emanating a suffocating aura of rage. Samantha understood his anger, two o his crew had been abducted, however Samantha had only just decided to tag along with these folks. She took another mouthful of roasted leg and swig of ale before setting both down. Luther had regained his voice and he was fuming over everyone. the leader of the Klan had decided to get mouthy, apparently he had forgotten his place, no doubt he had fear of Samantha, one who had an infamous reputation here on Gesso Island, however Luther was a newcomer, and while Samantha acknowledged his strength and the strength of his crew, he and his abilities were unknown. It was the sign of a weak man to not be able to perceive the strength of others.

"You're makin a mistake being so vocal against that big lug over there, he's not the type you want to make-" She started to warn the Klan leader before he pulled out a gun and fired it at Luther, it struck him in the shoulder where it came to a stop and rolled off him causing a small hole and a trickle of blood. It was odd, in the earlier fight he had seemed all but invincible, now a simple gunshot had injured him, though minor it was still an injury, perhaps there were chinks in his armor. Luther responded by picking up a plate and hurling it at him with intense force, it struck him in the chest and most likely cracked a few ribs.

"Idiot, not knowing when you are outmatched is the sign of a weakling. I've traveled the grand line for awhile, though I never encountered one of the 7 great warlords I've heard of a few of them. raid I can't help you with info on Big Top, all i know is he prides himself on his cybernetics and machines. But -cracks knuckles- looks like me joining you was a sign of great fortune or terrible luck, to get to test myself against one of the strongest of the sea, this'll be very fun heh." She said as she pulled out a very fine cigar and lit it up, she took a long drag and exhaled a large puff, it made her feel bristling with masculinity and energy, she had eaten enough, she had drank enough, all they needed was to form a plan of attack and show up.

"Listen Luther, I may not have the attachment to those crew mates of yours you have, but I'm willing to throw down on your side, even if it means challenging a warlord. However in exchange, you're gonna have to provide me with plenty of booze once we get them back and set sail." She said with a knowing grin as she cracked her knuckles and flexed her naturally muscular body. The members of the clan shuddered at the display of bravado, they all knew first hand how strong and destructive she was, and if she was pitching into the newcomer Luther's bid, he must be something else entirely. The Klan members exchanged nervous glances their odds were ad no matter what, if they tried to flee they might be killed, if they tried to fight back they'd probably be killed, they'd probably even be killed if they agreed to help them. However if they sided with them they'd at least have a couple of monsters on their side, they confirmed their decision amongst each other before one of the bolder ones poke up.

"Alright we'll follow you, but there's no way we can stand up to big top, he's way out of our league!"

"HAHA a bunch of pissants like you? No we don't expect you to take on him, even a hundred of you wouldn't be able to scratch him, leave the heavy lifting to us and just do as we say got it." She said pounding a fist on her chest in a show of control over them.
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OOC: I'll be skipping ahead, and taking a few small liberties with characters. To help this go quickly.

"Alllright, everyone! The Great Descent is making port as we speak. I know some of you are excited, some of you are confused, and some of you are probably angry; after all, a ship like this one takes up the WHOOOOOOLE dock! That means no one in or out until we've finished our performance." The speaker was a petite woman, her hands cupped around her mouth and her body bouncing from one foot to the other, the balls of her feet barely even seeming to touch the ground. At times, she almost seemed to be floating...

People stood around her, most silent. Some were murmuring under their breath, and all were holding SOMETHING; a few had small tubes of paint, and were staring at the ever-increasing hulk of the oncoming boat. It looked almost like a mountain with how big it was. A few others had weapons, and were circling the young woman, obviously prepared to start a fight. Luther arrived just as a few of the men sprung at her. They moved as a coordinated front, surprisingly skilled, but that did them no good in the end. One of the woman's legs swung up in a crescent-shaped arc, kicking the sword out of a man's arm and forcing it to get stuck in the ground. Before she had even had a chance to breathe, her leg bent at the knee, and scythed towards the torso of another of the men. This man was sent staggering backwards from the force, and the woman immediately dove forward, her hands pressing against the ground and pushing her over him, where she landed on top of his shoulders. Two of the men had as of yet been untouched, and watched the petite woman with something close to shock.

"Heeey, now! I was trying to be nice about all this! Mr. Big Top is giving you all a WONDERFUL discount on today's show! To see all the world's wonders, all we're asking is a quarter-million from each person. Women and children get in for 100,000, marines get in ABSOLUTELY FREE!" She cheered to herself, clapping her hands as she twisted her body; her entire torso swung to the side, but her lower body remained unmoved as she spun to spot Luther.

Within a split second, she'd sprung off the man's shoulders, with enough force to push him against the ground. She landed in front of Luther, and then nodded quickly, happily. "Luther! I was hoping you'd come! After all, Mr. Big Top's pulling out all the stops for you and yours." She grabbed Luther's hand, her own grip surprisingly solid. She dragged him towards the ship, which has finally stopped.

The ship's side opened wide, the wood there immediately unfurling into a gangplank. A parade of strange faces began to pour from the gangplank, and the scent of sugary cotton candy and freshly-popped corn wafted after them. The performers began to shake hands and speak with all the stunned bystanders, clearly dominating the conversations. Only a few were truly managing to reply, and these ones were clearly confused too.

The woman led Luther and his crew up the gangplank, laughing and bouncing on her feet again, as she had before. Once they reached the top, they could see that even among the performers, the strangest remained above. Here was a man who walked around with his knuckles dragging the ground, his arms as large as Luther's own body, and entirely hairless. Here was a small, wrinkled woman...or perhaps five, or perhaps twenty, all zipping around too fast to be counted. Here were two twins, both staring intently into each other's eyes; not a hard feat, given that both of them wore enormous binoculars that stretched a full foot past their noses. When they turned to Luther, it was clear these weren't binoculars, but rather some strange sort of mechanism, attached to their very holes by screws.

Finally, the clown they had met earlier walked forward, grabbing Luther's hand and shaking it enthusiastically. "I'm glad you guys could make it...and I'm SUPER glad you didn't try to call the marines or something! Now, Big Top will be out in juuuuust a little bit. He's making sure your crewmates are being properly taken care of, and then he'll be out to show you guys to your special seats...or should I say your SUPER special seats!"
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Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok PiratesBounty: 75,000,000 • SD Earned: 0/300 • Beli: 35,350,000 • Location: Weatheria
Strength: 57------Stamina:50------Speed:75--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:78

Malikai • Marksman • Smith • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 34.5 • SD Earned: 0/177 • Beli: 18,750,000 • Location: Candy Island
Strength: 45------Stamina:39------Speed:40--------Accuracy:60-------Fortune:61

Juan • Inventor • Weapon Specialist Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned:0/88 • Beli: 23,350,000 • Location:
Strength: 45------Stamina:35------Speed:25--------Accuracy:25-------Fortune:30

Ahriman (Savlin) • Doctor • Scientist • N/A • Threat: 2 • SD Earned: 0/47 • Beli: 8,270,000 • Location: Pharsalus Island
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Well, this sure wasn’t something you did every day; it had soon become painfully obvious who she were dealing with. Of course Nina had heard of the royal warlords of the grand line, you didn’t live most of your life in the place without hearing about them. They were supposedly monstrously strong and were government sanctioned pirates with the express purpose of scaring off rookies.

The mermaids old crew had never even gotten close to any of them and that might have been for the best, the tales of what happened to those who crossed the path of the warlords weren’t exactly kind. However the tales didn’t match up with what she was doing at the moment. Having finally introduced himself as ‘Big Top’ or rather, been introduced as one of the goons had called him by that name. Nina had been slightly surprised, she had figured he was a monstrously strong pirate but meeting one of the seven warlords, now that was something else entirely, not to mention she had been having a rather pleasant conversation with him for a while now.

She still had no idea exactly where she was located since she couldn’t see very far beyond the guarding goons and Big Top himself. She had come to realize the tank she was currently swimming around in was probably indoors or covered by something, no other explanation of the curious lack of sight came to mind; she had the sharpest eyes among all of the kraken pirates, it kind of came with the job of being the crew marskswoman. And for her to not be able to see very far meant something had to be obscuring her vision, meaning either a cover of some kind of just a plain wall. Of course the shape of the tank itself made it hard to see as well, the glass walls seemed to be rather thick, the doctor doubted she could pierce it without using a tool of some kind, and even that might not be possible since her physical strength left a lot to be desired.

”I always rather enjoyed visiting carnivals, I suspect that might be due to my childhood crew only ever coming across one once but that one time was enough”

She spoke very casually now, the old guarded suspicion had long since left her voice, it was apparent Big Top wouldn’t hurt her, at least not in the immediate future so she had figured she might as well enjoy the conversation while it lasted; god knew civil conversations were rare aboard the kraken ship. She missed Gerard, that man had been the only one she could have a regular conversation with.

Speaking of past crew members, she wondered what had happened to Bronz after his unfortunate departure from the crew. She had been speaking about the crew but she was never quite sure what Big Top was thinking about. He seemed awfully fond of circuses and carnivals in general, and she had no idea what had made him spark an interest in the Kraken pirates, after all they should be nothing more than another rookie crew barely past the reverse mountain; his rescue slash capture of her own persona would indicate he had something in mind but she had no idea what it might be. Well, she did have several ideas ranging from not too worrisome to those that were outright terrifying, but which of those were .

So far her treatment would indicate she was some kind of honoured guest, she had been asked if she required anything and if she would like something to eat or drink. She had respectfully declined food but had requested an air filled matrass to lie on top of the water in the tank, while she didn’t mind swimming it did get tiresome to move around in a circle all the time, and speaking was much easier in air than water.

”Speaking of crews, while this conversation has been the most fulfilling one in a long time, courtesy of my crew being rather on the brutish side; I have to ask, what exactly do you want with us? I sincerely doubt someone of your status and power would drop by an insignificant rookie crew just for the pleasure of our company”

Using her tail to paddle herself in a circle her tone was pretty light, oddly enough she felt rather playful at the moment, maybe it was just Big Tops mood that affected her but she had found his actions quite entertaining thus far, she were still trying to figure out exactly how he had managed to switch hats and mask so quickly and without any hint of movement.

In any case her mood was a lot better now than it had been for some time, especially considering she had spent a majority of the last day crawling through giant cockroach infected tunnels. That was one thing she wouldn’t be in a hurry to do again.
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Tearing back with his teeth, Umbert felt the hot blood of the doctor running down his chin, a bloody lump of nose hanging behind his teeth from a lengthy rag of skin, which dangled out of Umbert's mouth and was plastered over his bottom lip. The doctor howled in pain and staggered back, clutching his face as fresh blood spattered his already stained overalls, the majority of his nose, palette and top lip torn away. The blood in Umbert's mouth pooled around his tongue, his taste buds sending sparks of excitement and adrenaline to his twisted brain, giving Umbert a pleasant buzz, like smoking a cigarette.

Rolling off the slab, releasing the dismembered nose from his mouth, Umbert caught himself on one knee. Or at least he tried to, but the moment he began to move, he felt as if he was completely numb, and he propelled himself far further than he intended, grunting as he landed on the stone floor face-first, skidding a few feet on his forehead before coming to a stop, growling with annoyance as he pushed himself to his feet, blood dripping down his nose where the skin had split against the hard surface. Old habits died hard, apparently.

Climbing to his feet, Umbert did his best to get to grips with this strange new sensation. His limbs felt clunky and a little stiff, especially at the joints, where there was almost a grating sound. But at the same time, they felt extremely tough, with a hardiness that Umbert had never felt before. The sense of strength was impressive, but for some reason it felt... wrong. As if something was out of place, but he couldn't remember what. Regardless, it would have to wait. Apparently he was going to be taken somewhere in twelve minutes, but how long ago that had been was anyone's guess, and it was surely not Umbert's.

He looked around for an exit. There were a pair of double doors not far to his right as he looked towards the centre of the room, where the doctor lay hunched over the surgical slab, groaning in pain. No more reason to stick around, Umbert thought to himself, and made for the exit.

However, as he approached the double doors, he stopped and paused in a rare moment of thought. Something else from the previous conversation had popped into his mind. A snippet of the conversation, but one that enraged Umbert profusely. He whirled around and stormed over to the doctor, who attempted to back away in self-defense, covering his face, but Umbert was already on him, grabbing him by the scruff of his surgeon's gown, and slamming him back against the heart monitors, sending one of the machines crashing to the floor.
Umbert moved his face close to the doctor's, who averted his gaze desperately. The pirate's eyes were wild with fury, but his mouth was tightly pursed in a thin grimace beneath his bristling facial hair. A madly pulsating vein and a twitching muscle on his eye gave away the presence of his barely-bridled rage, that was going to be inflicted on the wounded surgeon if he didn't comply. Eventually, Umbert spoke in a low, menacing tone.

"What's this about a bomb in my colon...?"

The doctor stammered, trying to find the words to save his own skin. The lack of most of his top lip was also quite debilitating of his ability to speak.

"It ras j-just a fffigure of steech. I srear!" The doctor managed to utter, but Umbert was still not being friendly.

"What the heck've you done teh me anyway? My whole body feels off!" He shook the doctor violently,a glob of spittle hitting the doctor's face, who winced before trying to continue speaking.

"Re retlaced your dones rith an iron alloy. Y-you'll de toufffer than evvver!" The doctor sounded as if he was trying to make light of Umbert's situation. Umbert simply gawked, the rage in his eyes now mostly replaced with a look of sheer dumbfounded awe. Not even bothering to look down at his new body, Umbert pressed his face close to the doctor's, ignorant of (or possibly relishing) the gory mess he had made earlier.

"... An' what if I didn't want it? EH?!" He roared out the last word, bringing up a clunky fist to beat down on the doctor's already messed-up face. If his knuckles really were now made of iron, it showed, as after just three strikes, the right side of the doctor's face was a bloody pulp, his right cheekbone and eyesocket caved in, giving him a gaunt, sad appearance, as his right eyeball sagged down behind his lower eyelid. Umbert paused in awe at the destruction he'd wrought in such a short space of time as the the doctor wailed, raising a feeble hand to try and defend himself. He spoke some more, even more intelligible than before.

"Re awso gave you s-sun extra rettons and ekripnent. Dut only Dig Tot knors how to actithate then! Trease! No nore!" The doctor raised his hands in mercy, which in hindsight, was the last thing to do, considering the pirate he was facing. Umbert's face screwed up in rage as the doctor's barely-understandable words sunk in. Within the next few moments, he had let out a roar of anger as he hurled the doctor over his head and attempted to crack his skull open on the edge of the surgical slab. But where Umbert expected a satisfying crunch, or even a splash of blood and brains, all he got was a loud "CLANG!" as the doctor bounced off the table, seemingly knocked out cold. Umbert, however, did notice that the doctor had a noticeable corner-shaped dent in the top of his head.

Letting out a growl, Umbert dusted off his hands, scowling at the prone doctor, before looking off towards the double-doors again, fury still boiling in his veins. It was at this point that he noticed a hand-shaped imprint on the metal beside the door. He narrowed his eyes at it curiously before letting out a grunt, accompanied by a dismissive shake of his head, before bounding over the surgical slab, and darting off down the corridor, in search of this "Dig Tot".

Whoever he was, Umbert was sure that his was an arse that needed kicking.
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With Timothy Blanc’s boldness and the intimidation from Heather, a small group of the more daring members of the Klan defected into Luther’s crew. Less than he had expected, but they would do for now. The Kraken Pirates would need as many able bodied men as they could gather to satisfy their captain’s plans. With his new recruits, the amazon woman that was Samantha and the concealed bundle of strength that was Heather, Luther stood up from the table. “We have much preparation to do; we wouldn’t want to keep our host waiting.”




“Everyone is ready to go, Captain Wilson.” Said Timothy Blanc to his new captain. The words were still strange and sounded a bit forced, but lacked the uneasiness still displayed by the other new recruits. Though Luther had memorized the names of all his new crewmates, Timothy was the only one he addressed by name most of the time. Now they stood on the deck of the Kraken Pirates ship, Cthulhu’s Revenge, with Luther standing at the back end of the ship, watching the gargantuan ship he knew belonged to Big Top come into view. Time had passed quickly; fortunately Luther’s calculations had been completely accurate. In fact, saying time passed quickly seemed inappropriate, as Luther had more than enough time to complete his preparations. Now standing in his recently acquired attire, a pair of black pants, a white shirt and red tie, and even a nice suit jacket, Luther had taken the time his subordinates spent salvaging their belongings from the island to watch the approach of Big Top’s ship and contemplate his meeting. Finding a suit jacket that fit Luther’s massive bulk was a stroke of luck, after raiding the nearest store the best the Krakens were able to do was find a suitable pair of pants and a shirt and tie, though a thief by the name of Benjamin Land had managed to “Find” the suit jacket somewhere. Luther made sure to commit his intention to reward Benjamin later on to memory.

“Exactly on time.” Luther said as he turned to face Tim. “As we approach the ship, you and the others will wait outside. I’m going to attempt to carry things out in as civilized a manner as possible. In the meantime, I’m appointing you temporary quartermaster. Heather will take over your position upon our return, with you as her aid.” Tim seemed a bit nervous upon Luther mentioning he was in temporary command, considering he had been a fairly new member of the Klan before the Kraken Pirates showed up. The idea of commanding over his former seniors was a bit uncomfortable. “Um, Lu-Captain Luther I mean, I’m probably not the best person to put in charge considering, well, my previous status.” Luther gave Tim a stern look. “Are you disobeying an order?” Tim went pale, more so than usual, but didn’t falter. “No sir.” Luther walked past Tim and towards the front of the ship. “Then we have nothing more to discuss. It is exactly time to set off for our audience with Big Top.” Though Luther was leaving behind his Slug Launchers, he was hoping he wouldn’t need to use them. Besides, he didn’t want to seem too threatening, his bulk and thuggish crewmates would be enough of that.

Luther walked off the ship with Tim following behind him. Upon Luther’s instruction, Tim went to round up the rest of the crew. With his crewmates in tow, Luther was now ready to make his entrance. Though as he said before, he was hoping to get through things without resorting to violence, he did have a bit of insurance with him. As he walked, he examined the newly installed device in his right palm. The lens reflected the sunlight and shimmered in the center of his hand. The new weapon wasn’t yet at full potential, but it would come in handy if the need should arise. Best of all, it was discrete. Though even with his new weapon, Luther couldn’t see things ending favorably for him if Big Top became violent. With the size of his ship, the number of men on board would be staggering. There could have been an entire fleet’s worth of men on that one ship. Add in the sheer strength of Big Top himself and direct confrontation was nearly certain to end with at least two members of Krakens losing their lives, not including the two that were currently being held captive. Diplomacy was the only method that would result in a beneficial ending to this encounter, a fact that gave Luther second thoughts about bringing along Samantha and Heather. Gaining two crewmates of such strength was quite fortunate, though honestly he would have traded Heather for someone more competent.

With the great ship nearly at the docks, Luther and the Kraken Pirates strolled into position. Though as they approached, Luther heard what sounded like a female voice shouting about the Great Decent taking up the whole dock. As the girl came into view, Luther saw a group of armed men moving in on her. While Luther was wondering what could have provoked such an attack, he was shocked to see the girl easily deal with the attackers. She gave an incredible display of some sort of acrobatic fighting style before perching herself atop the shoulders of one of her attackers. “Another one of his subordinates…” Luther mumbled as he approached the strange scene. He realized there were strange men in the Grand Line, but he was still having a hard time believing everything he was seeing was tied to one of the Warlords. The woman took notice of Luther and twisted the upper half of her body around. On any other day, this would have been at least a minor shock, but Luther’s expectations of the Warlord were far too high for him to be shaken by the display. The woman leapt off the man’s shoulders and landed right in front of Luther, as Tim and the four other new members caught up in time to marvel at the acrobatic woman’s jump.

The woman was very happy to see Luther, and mentioned Big Top pulling out all the stops for him and his crew. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint a Warlord.” Luther said flatly as the woman grabbed his hand and led him towards the ship. Her grip was noticeably strong, and Luther began to wonder if brutally strong women and blindingly fast men were more common in the Grand Line then he remembered. As Luther was led towards the ship, a massive gangplank opened up, coming to a rest on the ground with a cushioned but loud thunk. The smell of carnival food poured out of the ship and assaulted Luther’s nostrils, though Luther had to admit the smells were enticing. As he was lead up the plank, Luther noticed the diverse crowd of strange people that made up Big Top’s crew. Though they seemed more like the performers in a freak show then a carnival, more than a few looked formidable, entertaining, or some combination of the two. Especially interesting was the pair of twins who seemed to have binoculars fashioned onto their eye sockets, who turned away from staring at each other to gawk at Luther, though somehow the sight of them staring at each other was more disturbing than having them stare at him.

Finally the clown who invited Luther and his crewmates on board the ship approached. Luther gave Timothy a signal from a distance and Tim lead the others off the gangplank to wait on the docks. Luther then returned his attention to the clown. The sight of him caused Luther’s left eye to twitch a bit, but he suppressed the reviving feelings of anger from their previous encounter and his eye settled before it was noticed. The clown excitedly shook Luther’s hand and explained that Big Top would be with them shortly. “A pirate calling marines for aid with a Warlord seems a bit ridiculous doesn’t it? Besides, what kind of guest would I be if I went and did a thing like that. Though I do wonder why Big Top felt it necessary to kidnap my crewmates to have me meet with him, as well as why he seems so interested in me in the first place. And if you don’t mind me asking, are all of these performers cyborgs?”
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It was a monstrosity. The ship, jarring in the backdrop, dropped Heather's jaw. The "Cthulu's Revenge", as it was titled, was far more than a simple ship. It was a monster. From the rustic paint job to the ruby colored eyes on the fore-mount, the ship gleamed with terror. Whatever creature this vessel had been designed after, surely, must have been quite fearsome indeed, seeing as a simple knock-off-ship-version had managed to give Heather, with arms full of axes and a bow she had been instructed to carry back, goosebumps.

As she walked up the gangplank, her nervous eyes glanced about. There were several members of the Kolor Krew with them, but their lighthearted pasty appearances did little for the woman's nerves. This ship would be her escape. It was the manifestation of all her hopes and dreams, and it creaked with every fragile step. Heather walked with feather footsteps. Her full attention given to protecting this wooden deity. The girl, normally oblivious to her own destructive nature, was quite a sight indeed. After depositing the weapons on the deck, she tiptoed across said deck with a ballerina's toes. Heather refused to destroy this vessel, even in an accidental manner. It was her last hope now that she had thrown her hat in with the ring of criminal Krakens, having just learned the name of the crew she had joined recently.

The invincible man had set out scouting parties to recover a set of clothing for himself. It seemed rather silly, but, if these clowns were as important as she had been told, proper dinner attire should be worn. Heather's usual dress was overly informal. The pink cheeked woman didn't wish to endure the embarrassment of being the only one to not dress appropriately. So she would have to acquire some clothing.

A female member of the newly defected Kolor Krew walked by. Heather discretely called out to the woman. The pale woman stood nearly a full head over Heather, but her flinchy demeanor exposed her weak mental fortitude. It was almost sickening that someone could be so terrified. What did the woman have to fear anyhow? ... Oh that's right. Snapped Heather. This woman must be terrified by the invincible man as well.

Heather shook her head violently, startling the poor Kolor Krew woman. This wasn't the time to debate the delirious amounts of kindness that the invincible man showed by sparing them from a life on this platitudinous rock. Heather quickly whispered a few words to the timid woman, whose expression changed into something far more lighthearted. Heather retracted her red face, rife with embarrassment, and the timid girl simply nodded her head in a knowing manner. The woman, appropriately dubbed "Flinchy" by Heather, ran off the ship into the town to secure some "Cute" clothing.

With a sigh of relief, Heather stretched her right arm out to lean against the mast. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't anywhere near the mast and had simply mistaken her location. She fell down, but didn't stop at the floor. It seemed there happened to be a trap door located upon the deck of the Kraken Pirates ship, and Heather fell down hard. She landed in hull of the wooden monster with an echoing thud. The wooden interior was far less intimidating than the remainder of the ship. It was painted with fantastic visuals and strange Kolors. This was truly a wondrous ship.

Excitement began welling up inside Heather. Like a balloon she burst. The girl began bouncing around the interior staring at all the unique things. There was one door she didn't touch, however. It said Luther. Heather didn't know who this Luther was, but until she met the man she wouldn't intrude upon his space. That would be rude.

After a short sprawl, maul, and crawl Heather made her way into a small room that could only be the crew infirmary. There were operation tables and medicine stuff. The room also seemed to double as a living space as a regular bed was situated in the corner alongside a small closet for clothing. The doctory stuff didn't interest the girl, but, rather, she was completely enraptured by what might be sitting inside the closet. Curiosity killed the cat, and it definitely handled Heather quite well too. The girl, rife with curious fumes in her brain, opened the closet to reveal a small wardrobe of blue dresses and, for some reason, archery quivers.

Heather immediately tried on a blue dress. It was a little short on her, but worked well as a skirt ensemble. It was actually a surprising fit, considering how short it was. It took a small bit of skill and work, and the unfortunate destruction of three failed dress making attempts, but Heather managed to piece together a wonderful dress that stretched far enough for decency's sake. After all, Decency was quite a known stickler about pg13 stuff.

After constructing a rather dashing dress, in reality it was quite plain due to Heather's utter lack of fashion sense, the curious girl set about finding a way to return to the surface world. After a short romp about the basement-cave-like underbelly of the ship, she found a spiraling staircase. In her excitement, Heather completely abandoned her "careful" mentality and ripped the railing to tatters as she climbed up. Only after she reached the surface did the girl realize her mistake.

With a casual whistle, Heather nudged the railing debris into the doorway and down the staircase. After hiding her handiwork she began perusing the ship in her new dress, hoping for someone to comment on how pretty she believed herself to be. Unfortunately for her, the first Kolor Krew member she would meet happened to be an abrasive ass.

He tried to open conversation with a rather dirty and rude joke. Heather, completely taken aback and slightly offended by the matter, reared back her hand to smack the cretin. Heather closed her eyes and swung her arm. A metallic "Thunk" sounded as Heather's hand hit something. When she opened her eyes, however, there was no one standing there.

What? Where did he go? Questioned the girl in her mind. The poor fellow was already halfway to Naia Island by now. That poor poor mook. Heather, completely taken aback by the man's sudden disappearance, began scouring the deck for traces of him. Needless to say, she didn't find a trace of him, and the few mooks that watched the spectacle didn't dare say a word about it.

Finally, the big tent ship arrived. Heather was growing bored with exploring the Kraken pirates vessel. The sight of the massive barge struck her as interesting and new. This would be fun. Thoughts of delicious clowns danced in the girls head. This would be the greatest meal ever. Whoever this "Big Top" fellow people kept referring to must be a wondrous host. Serving clowns and even taking the time to invite the invincible man and his friends along.

As they approached, a beautiful bouncy woman came into sight. She was announcing something about something but Heather couldn't quite follow her words. The woman was speaking about a show rather than a meal. Had Heather misunderstood something? Weren't they going to enjoy dinner together? Unless... It was dinner and a show. The thought smacked Heather in the face. Of course this Big Top fellow would provide entertainment. What kind of host would he be if he didn't?

Then the gangplank descended. The soft warm smell saturated the air. Heather's mind focused immediately on one scent in particular. Cotton candy. The smell reinforced the girl's thoughts. Clowns must be some wondrous cotton candy derived dish. With a child's grin, Heather followed the pack to, what she perceived as, the greatest dinner ever. Her mind was so focused on visualizing the white fluffy cotton candy clowns that her surroundings seemed to dissolve. She didn't notice, nor care about the strange individuals around her. The goggles twins didn't even register with the woman. Her eyes were hazed and her tongue continually caressed her supple lips, in expectation of a great meal.

Meanwhile, a poor kolor deprived girl returned to the Cthulu's Revenge with an armful of beautiful, but oddly colored, fancy dresses. She looked around a moment before asking in a strange wonder, "Where did she go?"
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Samantha yawned as she listened to Luther's "strategy" strategy was not her forte, preferring to rush up and clobber her foes or tackle any problem head on. Once a plan of action was chosen and preparations made they set off to catch their dinner date. Luther had had some of his new lackeys fetch him a nice suit for the meeting, Samantha chuckled at the novelty of clothes, something she hadn't had to use in quite some time due to her devil fruit powers. As Luther was getting his suit on she leaned against the wall and began to make some inappropriate commentary.

"Nice clothes huh, seems rather restricting, I much prefer to go en natural." Sh chuckled as her 'clothes' began to shift and flay off her body revealing a nice bit of skin before reforming her usual garb. She stretched and cracked her knuckles and then her clothes began to shift into something similar to a long formal black dress, her air lengthened and tied itself in a fancy up do as well, shifting hue to a more neutral brown color, it was rather drab according to her view but it'd be necessary to present herself In a fine attire at least for the introductions.

Alright then I'm ready to get this party started, all this waiting around is boring me to death ya know." She said as she cracked her knuckles and went to go to find some more booze while everyone else began to finish their preparations than. Finally the time came for them to gather at the port. Big Top's ship was massive to say the least. She'd worked on a few Galleon class ships before but this one seemed even bigger those. She couldn't help but grin, she could tell from the outside that the craftsmanship was top notch, this was the ship of one of the strongest people in the world, she'd relish the chance to look at it up close, perhaps gain some insight as to the carpentry techniques used for it.

There was a petite woman bouncing about announcing the arrival of the greatest show on earth and hat they required a mere quarter million beli from each, less for woman and children. Seeing her odd garb Samantha felt immediately overdressed. Several townsfolk had picked up weapons and decided to try to assault the woman, a foolish choice if there ever was one. Even if they were able to best her, which was no doubt impossible, they'd be facing the overwhelming odds of the rest of the crew. She crossed her arms and watched as the agile woman effortlessly dealt with them. She grinned as she shifted her hair to reform her normal hair color and style and bodysuit type covering. After the petite woman led them all up to meet the clown they had met earlier Samantha swaggered her way over to the petite girl and leaned in close.

"Heh such strength for such a little cutie. If things don't break into a brawl we should maybe grab a drink afterwards." She said in a confident tone flirting with her just a bit as they were lead onto the deck, she flashed her a wink and turned to walk away before she could respond. The crew performing on deck was quite unusual to say the least. A multitude of old wrinkled woman bouncing around, large armed men, so bizarre. The clown was eager to show them to the special area se up for them by big top.

"[color=#0066ff=]Super Special seats huh, surely there'd be no trap involved with those seats right?[/color]" She said, before he could respond she put up her hands in such a way to let him know she was only joking. "I kid I kid, excited to meet someone as important as Big Top, just hoping Luther's crew mates are no worse for wear, he's got a fuse almost as short as that midget. I'm expecting a heck of a show myself. " She chuckled as she extended her hand to shake the clowns as well. She was a it put off that she was not mentioned, after all she'd been in the grand line longer than Luther and his crew and had spent more time at Gesso island than anyone else but, guess from the outside it looked like she was just a new recruit for him, though at this point she did not consider herself a lack and more of a worker for hire than anything else.
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"My, my, the famous Luther showing some respect? You'd almost have me wondering if my files are flawed, if I hadn't gone over them just last night. No, I know what's going on here~ I've met plenty of your type. The calm is just the pre-show; a gentleman like you doesn't get angry. He simply gets very very efficient. Much like me, I'm certain." The speaker wasn't even visible at first, but after a second a series of thick black shadows continued to fill the area. They shifted and warped, rose and fell, seemed to take up the entire world, until they finally formed a tall man, wearing a thick black cloak, clearly made of some kind of leather. His face was hidden behind a white mask, adorned with various symbols, and yet a grin was still easily visible on his face.

The illustrious Big Top leaned forward at first, moving towards Luther with an oddly jerky gait, as if he were unfamiliar with walking; his hand slid out, grabbing onto the pirate's and pumping it up and down mechanically. His motions, at first, seemed oddly amateur, the result of an unskilled hand doing an unfamiliar job, but after a second it became clear that there was a smoothness to it, a sort of mechanized grace to the stilted actions; it was like watching a marionette show, horrid at first, but quickly becoming every bit as seamless as a real man's motion.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to check on your associates; they're quite the handful, and if I let them run amok there's no telling what might happen." He disappeared, in a movement that didn't even warrant following; the cold, ferocious grip on Luther's hand hadn't even faded when the black blur returned, disappearing back into the bowels of the ship. A few of the crew mates grinned, while some others looked like they had been made to suck a lemon. The clown still stood at the front, stomping in place with his floppy shoes, and laughing under his breath. He finally gestured towards one of the troupe members; they walked forward, nodding slowly.

"You're Luther Wilson, right? Read about you back on Desertia. You were all the talk; people were saying it was about time a guy did a real jailbreak." The man looked quite normal at a glance, but after a second it became clear he was far from it; his skin was slick and shiny, his head completely bald, and when he extended an arm for Luther to take, it turned completely black. "Name's 'Cannonball' Carlos. As you can guess, the big guy likes flinging me around like a sack of bricks." He spoke the last words with a faint hint of venom, as if he resented it.

"But let's go. Big place, big tour."



Umbert ran almost immediately into an enormous leg, the size of a standard person's torso; the cyborg known as Mao stood just in front of him, looking down. He reached down, plucking up Umbert in one hand and shaking his head. "Quit causing such a fuss, little guy. Big Top will-"

"Will what, praytell? Mao, what sort of vicious rumors are you spreading about me to our guest?" The black shadows once more filled the air, but this time they coalesced even faster into the familiar figure of the childish cyborg. He stared at the man in Mao's hand, tilting his head and clapping his hands together; the sound of metal on metal was muted just slightly by his gloves, as he stared at Umbert. "Are you enjoying my little gift? I even went out of my way not to take anything away while I was adding to you..."
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Umbert jogged casually down the dimly-lit corridor, keeping one eye on the row after row of portrait pictures of various clown and carnival attendants. Maybe it was his unstable mind, but he got the feeling their eyes moved as he walked down the hallway.
Speaking of the hallway, it looked identical to every other one. Purple walls, floor and ceiling, and lined with paintings. Umbert felt like he could gouge out his eyes, just to never see purple again. It was everywhere.

After what felt like hours wandering around in a vast sea of purple, Umbert finally came upon a thin brown wooden door with a simple brass doorknob. As Umbert approached the door, he could faintly hear the sound of conversation. With adrenaline still pumping in his veins, and raring for a fight, he clenched his fists, took several steps back, and let out a violent roar whilst charging at the door, ramming into it with his shoulder and shattering it to splinters, bursting through into the room beyond.

He immediately ran into a large obstacle in his way, that although sturdy, felt slightly soft to the touch. Before he could fathom what it was, a large pair of rounded pincers lowered down from the sky and plucked him up into the air by his foot, causing him to swear blindly and swing out in rage. But his balled fists hit nothing but thin air, and he blinked to see a huge man looming out the darkness in front of him, his long arm holding him at its full length.

Umbert blinked as he tried to comprehend the situation, his blood thirst subdued by the sense of sheer confusion.

"Quit causing such a fuss, little guy. Big Top will-" The man began, his wide, half-lidded eyes gazing at Umbert with an almost bored expression. But as he was interrupted by a second voice, a look of alert fear and surprise filled his expression, as his large head turned to the newcomer.

"Will what, praytell? Mao, what sort of vicious rumors are you spreading about me to our guest?" The wall was talking. Umbert narrowed his eyes to see into the darkness, but there was nothing there. The wall was talking.

But even when Umbert was sure there was nobody there, there was a swirling of dark shapes, and a man in a masquerade visor and a long black coat and top hat stepped up to him. The tall man holding Umbert in the air seemed to quail at his presence, as the smiling masked newcomer stepped forward, approaching Umbert even as he was suspended in "Mao"s hand.

Umbert raised (or lowered) his fists from his upside-down position, baring his teeth as he dared the man to step closer with his eyes. But in response, the strange man merely smiled, clapping his hands together with glee.

Umbert was too focused on putting on an intimidating presence to notice the metallic hands, but squinted at the man's friendly, almost welcoming demeanor. He couldn't get over that creepy mask, though it wasn't as if he felt welcome at all in his current state. His body still felt as if it wasn't his own, and his desire for violence made his body shake uncomfortably, his suspended situation not helping the matter, as his hands shuddered to thump and beat into someone.

"Are you enjoying my little gift? I even went out of my way not to take anything away while I was adding to you..." The man continued, tilting his head slowly as he spoke. Umbert's eyes widened, and then narrowed with unbridled fury, as he let out a roar and swung his left fist at the man. But he was out of reach; apparently he wasn't too foolish as to get too close to the dangerous pirate. At least that's what Umbert thought to himself.

"Yer Dig Tot, right? Yer doctor had a mighty tasty face, yeh freak! How'd you like to be next, messin' with my body?! What's all this about an iron skeleton?! And tell this bozo to put me down, before I rip his FUCKING HAND OFF!" Umbert bellowed angrily, swinging a few more times at "Dig Tot" for good measure, before stopping to set his gaze menacingly at Mao, who stretched to keep Umbert as far away from his face as possible.

After a brief pause, Umbert flicked his eyes back to Dig Tot, who was still smiling. Umbert's gaze was alight with offense and rage at the man's refusal to answer his questions, and he made this perfectly clear in his choice of language. He hadn't crossed into the Grand Line for some shrimp to give him the cold shoulder!

"EH!? Answer me, yeh fuckin' ladyboy-dressin' prick!" Umbert roared at him with reckless abandon, swinging with his all his might at Dig Tot, despite the fact he was still out of range.
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Samantha was handling herself well; her flamboyant attitude didn’t seem to interfere with her judgment. Heather remained quiet, which was fine as well. The only potential for catastrophe on Luther’s side would be an outburst from one of his crewmates, which he couldn’t allow. There was always the chance of Big Top springing some sort of trap on him, but those circumstances were beyond his control. They were far from outside the scope of his calculations though, and his eyes were busy examining his surroundings and taking in everything when he was not occupied making gentlemanly eye contact with someone, though always done casually so that he wouldn’t attract any unwarranted attention.

Then came the voice.

It caught Luther’s attention immediately. It was out of place, different from the rest of the noise assaulting his ears, and yet it seemed commanding. Luther could almost sense the authority in the strange voice’s words as he searched for their source. Still remaining completely calm, Luther began to rapidly search for the owner of the voice, then saw a strange black fog rolling in, no doubt some manner of trickery to accompany the entrance of the inevitably extravagant host for the evening. Luther spoke the man’s name deliberately and forcefully, though with no trace of malice or excitement. “Big Top.” The warlord’s entrance was certainly mystifying, but Luther was certain it was simply smoke and mirrors on a grand scale. As Big Top came into view, Luther was relieved to see he was not a clown. He was wearing a white mask, and seemed to be more of a ringleader type, at least in appearance. His dedication to theme was certainly commendable.

“A pleasure to finally meet you, Big Top.” He extended his hand and watched as the warlord moved forward to shake it. Most would have found the movements Big Top made a bit strange, but Luther recognized it as not stiff, clumsy movements, but exaggerated, very precise movements strung together into fluent motion, much like that of a puppet. This man was quite clearly a cyborg, though to what extent this played a role in his status as a Warlord Luther was uncertain. Big Top asked to be excused, and retreated into his personal cloud of black fog just as quickly as he had appeared. As Luther watched the fog retreat, he spotted the clown from before having some sort of giggling fit out of the corner of his eye. Luther’s red eyes fell on the clown with immediate contempt. His hatred for clowns was no match for his dedication to keeping up appearances though, so he remained calm.

The clown motioned for yet another new face to come forward. An oddly smooth looking fellow approached, with a bald head and skin that looked nearly laminated. Luther carried on with the introduction without hesitation, as the man spoke of Luther’s reputation. As the man extended his hand, it turned black, quite odd though Luther carried on with the handshake regardless.“Glad to see Big Top and his crewmates are willing to do their homework. And you are?” The man identified himself as “Cannonball” Carlos. The name, his appearance, and his arm turning black all seemed to tie together, though there were still many unanswered questions. There would be time for that later though, as Carlos seemed just as eager to get down to business as Luther was. “Of course, Carlos. Heather, Samantha, let’s be on our way.”
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