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| KileyBarker | Oct 24 2012, 06:31 PM Post #16 |
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A True Hero
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It was strange. The darkness swelled and folded upon itself thousands of times. Heather's eyes, previously unfocused and inattentive, reflected the strange caricature. The man wore a mask. His face remained hidden behind the pale white covering. The sickly white visage taunted Heather. It was strange. Heather began to glance around nervously. The sheer grandeur overtook her senses for a moment. Glassed eyes, worn brown and flecked with green splinters, simply stared in awe. The walls were of soft fabric. It was strange. Beads of sweat began to form on the woman's brow. A creeping nervous feeling was overwhelming her like an army of ants. Her skin crawled for a moment and she scratched at her arms, producing a shrill sound. A quick glance ascertained that her hand had transformed again. Though this time only the tips of her five fingers had become slender and angled blades. Four thin marks, each three inches long, protruded from her skin, and they began to redden with a slow trickle of blood. Two small rivers of crimson crawled down the back of her forearm. A single drop fell to the flooring below. The sound echoed in her head. It was strange. Heather, upon realizing this, wrapped her appendage behind her where she gripped at her forearm with the free hand. Her pose was natural, but the beautiful blue dress she had “borrowed” was beginning to stain in the back where the bloody forearm pressed into it. The blue and reds mixed together tainting it purple. It was strange. The strange man, who's body had formed itself from the abstractions of pure darkness, vanished in the same manner he had appeared. His eerily calm voice seemed to linger on the air for a moment. It was strange. The wraith-like man managed to vanish in front of her eyes, and it was beginning to tire the girl. This was the second time in one day a man had managed to vanish before her. The powerful marine the small group had battled earlier managed to perform the same trick, albeit less theatrically. Old tricks were old. Even if presented in a new fashion. Heather didn't know how the man did it, but it didn't distract her for too long. After the strange one disappeared, another stepped forward. His body was slick and resembled a mirror. He shared the invincible man's strange condition of hairlessness as well. They almost seemed similar, for a moment. The major difference was, perhaps, Luther's massive frame and size. If not for the sheer scale being different, Heather might not have even been able to tell the difference between the two. It was strange. He introduced himself as 'Cannonball' Carlos, quite a unique moniker. Heather was well enough endowed with information to understand what a cannonball was, but she had no clue as to what a man would have to undergo to earn that moniker. Surely he didn't actually climb inside cannons? Heather's eyes widened at the thought. Were there people crazy enough to take up such insane actions? She held back baited breath as the gears of her mind slowly churned and turned to the steam of thought. 'Cannonball' had mentioned a jailbreak. That topic seemed... interesting, to say the least. Heather stopped for a moment to contemplate this “Invincible man” named Luther. She didn't know anything about the man. He was a complete mystery to her. Surely he couldn't be that bad of a person if he offered her a ride off this hellish island, but a nagging seed of doubt began to grasp at the edges of Heather's sanity. Then, with the clarity of a church's bells, Luther spoke her name. That single act, as innocent as it may seem, struck Heather deeper than Luther could have known. The clouds of doubt parted at once. She was certain now. She was where she belonged. “Mr... Cannonball was it? Uhh, have you ever... actually been shot out of a cannon?” Her question was posed in a tone that crossed the line between concern, innocence, and sheer wonder. She started to wonder why the man's hand had turned black when he shook with Luther. It was strange. Could he be suffering from a strange transformation like Heather as well? With a coy look, Heather took her hands out from behind her back. The small fine cuts had stopped bleeding. A small purple stain graced the back of her dress. It was strange. |
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| Yaksha | Nov 3 2012, 02:19 PM Post #17 |
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Fairy Killer
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OOC: Sorry on the wait. You know the drill by now. Nina's cage, no matter how gilded, was growing more and more boring by the moment; with their ringleader gone, many of the people had returned to their own posts, some of them milling around without paying much attention to anything. None of them spoke, and most of them didn't move save the occasional shifting in place or scratching an itch. It had turned stifling all too fast, the kind of situation where a person could be led to do something stupid...which is exactly what Nina did. A jet of water shot over the lip of the glass container, hitting one of the men in his cheek; his head lolled to the side, and he stumbled a few sides, letting out a curse. Every head turned to Nina as one; even now, they said nothing. They simply stared at her, some with dead, emotionless gazes like they'd been lobotomized. Some others had upturned lips, or narrowed eyes; clearly, they were angry and unable to express it. The silence only swelled, seeming to reach some kind of crescendo that was deafening in its own way, when it finally shattered. A voice, barely more than a whisper, slid its way down the hallway Big Top had left only a few moments ago, disappearing before the mermaid could even notice it, with little left behind but a laugh. This voice didn't seem like the sort to laugh, though; it was cold, dismissive, and held little of what people would normally consider amusement. "Keep that up and you won't have any water left." When the voice reached the troupe members, they all gave out a cough as one, and then all began to stiffen up. Clearly afraid, they began to move and shift anything they could, occupying themselves. The sound of high heels clicking against the polished wood rang down the corridor, and the lights there, all completely out, hid the speaker from view. All that could be certain is that it was a woman. Finally, a silhouette, lined by shadows behind her, ensuring she didn't step close enough into the light that she could be noticed, resolved. It was a slightly darker patch in the shadows, a pure black void against the dark grey background. Their movements could be noticed, as they reached into a pocket, pulled something out, and stuck it roughly where their head should've been. "Not that I'm going to make you stop." "Huhuhuhu~ Mr. Umbert, you're really in no position to be making demands. You are a guest on my ship, of course, but you are showing truly atrocious manners as a guest." He gestured towards Mao, who flashed with hatred for a moment, before he grudgingly began to lower the dwarf to the ground. Big Top was bending forward, and as soon as Umbert struck the ground the other cyborg's hands blurred...and Umbert was suddenly in the air. Big Top seemed to be juggling Umbert, slowly at first, but speeding up as he grew more comfortable. "How much do you think you weigh, Mr. Umbert? 150? 170? However much it is, I'm sure you've noticed; all of your limbs are a bit heavier, all of your movements a bit less graceful...it almost feels like you've gained a bit of weight, doesn't it? It's only natural, of course; steel is quite a bit heavier than bone." He laughed again; that tinny, canned laughter that seemed to bounce off of every wall and grow louder, instead of simply fading into an echo. "You can call me Dig Tot if you like. Or you can call me Sithel. Or you can just call me Big Top. I'm fine with any of them." He finally flung the dwarf towards Mao; the large man rose his hand again, grabbing Umbert as he shot by. This time the dwarf was dangling by his leg, and Big Top was standing right in front of him, crouched forward, his spine at an angle that should've made it snap were it any normal person. "But, Mr. Umbert...if you are going to be a guest here, there is ONE thing I ask." In a split second, faster than he could even follow, the mask changed, and his stance changed with it; the man's hands, which had previously been folded behind his back, were now dangling right in front of Umbert, wickedly sharp blades made of a glossy black material jutting from the wrists. His mask was a furious rictus of hatred, and his eyes had turned a deep, cherry red. His voice hadn't changed, except for the tone behind it. "Don't ever call me a prick unless you want to get pricked." His personality changed as quickly as it had before, back to the kindly, albeit strange man who was a bit too prone to laughing. "I mean, I like to believe I'm a reasonable man. I work very hard at being fair. What do you think, Mao? Am I an unkind man?" "Eh." "You see, Mr. Umbert? That's as good as a written and signed document from him! So...please, Mr. Umbert? Let's not make this an unpleasant experience." Carlos stared back at Heather; he didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed, and his nostrils began to flare as if he were angry. His entire body seemed shined to perfection, in some way that no human could hope to attain. He finally gave a tiny grunt, and then turned his attention to Luther. "The next performance starts in about 15 minutes. Big Top said he wants you and your friends there. It's supposed to be a pretty special show...your eyes only." |
![]() Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok Pirates • Bounty: 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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| Mega | Nov 3 2012, 05:58 PM Post #18 |
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Secret Technique
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Maybe she shouldn’t have done that, after Big Top vanished without a trace things had grown very boring, very quickly. Shed thought that splashing some water on the guards might incline them to be a bit more talkative, or at least do something other than just standing there. She had been kind of correct; they did do something other than just standing there like a bunch of statues. But it was far less interesting than she had thought, in fact it made her feel a bit scared to be honest. Which in itself was a bit odd considering she travelled with some of the most brutal pirates on the seas, well, mostly Umbert but Luther could be very violent from time to time. But these men were different, they weren’t simple buffoons like Umbert or calculatingly brutal like Luther, they seemed more like tightly controlled wild animals. And now she was alone with them, she had never felt gladder to have the wall of a fish tank and a lot of water between herself and someone else. Especially since she happened to be unarmed at the moment, she missed her bow; she had never realized how reassuring it was to have a weapon close at hand. She silently wondered if anyone had even bothered to retrieve it after she got captured or if it was still lying where she had dropped it on the street. Then something broke the silence, a voice, the mermaid couldn’t make out any words but what she could tell was that her guards all stiffened up like said wild animals whose trainer had just arrived. That couldn’t be a good sign, especially not since her guards began to act as if they were otherwise occupied. Obviously not wanting the ire of whomever was approaching, now she could make out the sound of the tapping of heels against the floor. Dropping back under the surface Nina squinted her eyes as she tried to make out who was approaching, she was sure it wasn’t Big Top returning, for in her experience he would just show up from nowhere, not walk like this person. Then she could see…something, a darker silhouette against the grey-ish background. Judging by the shape it was a woman, which was something at least, even if the little mermaid couldn’t make out much else about the person that had arrived. Swimming up to the edge of the tank she hovered a bit away from the glass, she didn’t feel like going as close as possible as she had with Big Top. This newcomer gave her a bad feeling, even more so when Nina could barely make out movement, and the fact that the woman put something in her head, or at least where the Doctor thought her head should be if her studies in anatomy had anything to say about it. She wondered if she should speak up, it wasn’t as if the woman couldn’t see her, considering her tank wasn’t exactly covered in darkness like the rest of the room, or wherever she was located. For all she knew she might be buried deep underground or suspended in mid-air, well, probably not the latter but you never knew what the big shots might fancy. Well, she wasn’t going to get anywhere by being a mute so she figured she might as well speak up before her new visitor, her stay in the fish tank so far hadn’t been that different from the jail cell she had been put in before Big Top arrived. ”So, who might you be?” Nice and simple, hopefully with an equally simple answer. |
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| Umbert | Nov 4 2012, 01:50 AM Post #19 |
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Bishounen
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Umbert squinted suspiciously as Big Top gestured to his brutish henchman, who began to lower Umbert to the ground. Raising his fists as the creepy ringleader leaned forward, Umbert didn't even have time to comprehend the change in circumstances, before he was hurled into the air, spiraling so wildly that he couldn't make out up from down. After a few seconds, Umbert attempted to retaliate, swinging out with his arms to attempt to hit Big Top. How dare he throw him around like this! Like some kind of toy! Umbert felt his blood boiling in rage as he tried to defend himself, but before he could even land a blow, he had been hurled away, and caught in the hand of the henchman called "Mao". He struggled angrily, letting out a roar of fury as he fought back, kicking out at Mao's hand with his free leg. But he was stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed Big Top knelt down right in front of him. "You again? Why don't you just tell this big lug teh put me down before I-" Umbert began, but he didn't get far into his sentence before he found a keen selection of black blades held up to his face and neck, making him wince and raise his chin to accommodate the blades without cutting him. What worried him most of all, however, was Big Top's snarling face mere inches from his own. Umbert got the feeling that this guy wasn't one you pissed off lightly. So swallowing his next words, he decided to settle for baring his teeth in a hostile manner at his host. And like lightning, Big Top had changed back to his previous persona, giving Umbert the freedom to lower his chin and relax as the blades vanished back into the depths of that impossibly dark coat. "I mean, I like to believe I'm a reasonable man. I work very hard at being fair. What do you think, Mao? Am I an unkind man?" Big Top smiled, looking to Mao for support. Umbert felt the giant shrug. "Eh." Said Mao. "You see, Mr. Umbert? That's as good as a written and signed document from him! So...please, Mr. Umbert? Let's not make this an unpleasant experience." Big Top turned back to Umbert, his hands folded in front of him politely. Umbert narrowed his eyes again, teeth still bared in a show of animalistic defiance. But after a few moments, he settled, grumbling irritably and folding his arms. "Rrr... fine. Now just get this big sack o' shit teh put me down, will you? An' I want my axes back!" Attempting to wriggle free of Mao's grip, Umbert reached up and attempted to punch the giant's impossibly large wrist. He hoped he was at least strong enough to get out of this lummox's hand, if not fight that creepy ringmaster, still in a state of confusion about how he had thrown him around so easily. |
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| Kaji.Dragon.Jones | Nov 6 2012, 02:02 PM Post #20 |
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Luther was quite frankly growing tired of Big Top’s teasing hints towards his true intentions quite quickly. Every moment Luther was in search of some reasoning behind a warlord putting so much effort into planning an event for a crew with only ten million beli on its leader’s head. It made no sense, unless it was a spur of the moment thing. Even then, Big Top likely had days if not weeks to gather information on the Krakens, and for what? What was there to gain from kidnapping Umbert and Nina and luring Luther onto this ship? Was this man really so fixated on his ringmaster persona that he would do this all for his own amusement? Luther made a mental note to try and coax some information on Big Top out of this Carlos fellow, who seemed a bit less then pleased with his employer, but for now he was focused on the show. “I can only imagine what sorts of surprises our host has it store. Though I’m sure from spending so much time at his beck and call you have seen the extent of Big Top’s investment into his craft.” Luther smirked a bit, and then his expression turned very serious. “I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise of what he has planned, though I would be very interested to hear just what type of show it is we’ll be attending. I do hope my crewmates in Big Top’s care don’t go causing trouble, one of them can be quite a bother without supervision.” |
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| KileyBarker | Nov 8 2012, 08:20 PM Post #21 |
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A True Hero
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The strange hullabaloo surrounding this overly anticipated show was beginning to reach its peak. Heather's excitement couldn't contain itself for much longer, and she was beginning to get antsy. Nervous energy fueled mad thumb twiddling. Her body was changed. She was a monster. Understanding was slowly donning on the brown eyed girl. As she walked with the others her brain processed all the changes. Blades replaced Heather's fingers. Glittering like they were diamonds, her bladed fingers slowly bent down and around her thumb, forming unique angles as they went. It was a moving blade. It was a living blade-she-was a living blade. A slow soft sigh scattered through her chest, escaping out her mouth. Lungs expanded and collapsed repeatedly. This power was new, but the body was still her own. Just as Heather learned to walk as a child, she would too learn how to control these crazy powers. The key she had found was a simple one, if one could call it a key at all. The desire to scratch had produced the angled mess earlier. The transformation was clearly linked to her will itself. Practice would prove this theory. Heather's right hand transitioned from its bladed and human forms about five times rather quickly. The summoning thought was less of a thought and more of a desire. It was a feeling Heather could only describe as "The Desire to Cut." With that, she stopped playing around. The people around her might notice if she performed anymore outgoing experiments, and Heather wasn't ready to be ridiculed by them as a freak... This was the exact point in time when Heather decided she would hide this power from the world. Edited by KileyBarker, Nov 8 2012, 08:21 PM.
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| geomease | Nov 9 2012, 02:15 PM Post #22 |
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Samantha had gotten distracted inspecting the woodwork of Big Top's ship and had missed the introduction of Cannonball Carlos and him directing everyone towards their seats for the show. She ran her hands along the woodwork and pressed her palm flat. She could feel the wood's grains, the quality and texture were unmatched. Though unspeakably sturdy she could sense weak points still. Any material no matter how strong or tough had a weakness, a specific point at which it is most susceptible to damage. Her extensive knowledge in carpentry and brawling had let her to discover he had the ability to locate such weaknesses and utterly destroy them. As she pressed her ear to the wood and gave it a few knocks she suddenly realized someone was staring at her from behind. "My my someone who appreciates my work hmm. No ordinary craftsman are you?" Samantha twirled around expecting to see someone but she didn't. Instead there was a very short old man, couldn't have been more than 2 1/2 3 feet tall. Somewhat wrinkled with large fuzzy eyebrows that seemed so large they covered his eyes completely. He had a seemingly constant frown, crease marks on his face told of that though this seemed to be simply a natural facial feature rather than an expression than his disposition. "Haha a short little guy like you is the carpenter for Big Top? That's funny But you do good work, this is the best carpentry I've ever seen. There are little to no weak points I can sense, your skill is superb. If not for the fact that I just joined those bumbling Krakens I might have been willing to ask for some "private" lessons." She said bending over and giving him an eyeful of her ludicrously well endowed chest teasing the old timer a bit. he scowled and frowned harder at her. "Huh kids today are so shameless and reckless. No wonder your skills as a carpenter are so incomplete if all you can think of is flaunting your shameless body like that. A true carpenter should think nothing but the care and love of the ship and it's materials, there's no room for lewd thoughts." He said that despite his hands gravitating towards her breasts in a grabby motion. She had a good chuckle and stood upright. He grimaced and cleared his throat pointing in the direction of her crew who were beginning to descend into the ship's bowels. Turning to see her party leaving she laughed heartily and turned and followed after them quickly. "Alright see you later old perv, hopefully I'll get a chance to put your craftsmanship through it's laces a bit later, thing have a tendency of getting a bit crazy around Luther and his gang." She commented with a wink as she looked back at him before catching up to the Krakens. He gave a sigh then went about reexamining his handiwork, he may need to do some last minute reinforcements, the ship may need it. As she got back to the group she was just in time to hear Heathers comment about Cannonball Carlos. "Haha Nina your not very subtle are ya, then again your made of bloody iron and knives so what else could be expected." Samantha laughed and aimed to slap her hard on the back the the glistening of blades made her stop short. This girl was to strong and deadly for her own good. it was a shame, prior to eating that ultimate cock block fruit she would have been pretty fun to tease. "Special show huh? sounds like a blast, or a trap, or a bit of both. Either way sounds quite exciting, I've been itching for some excitement since thing died down after the courtyard brawl." She laughed folding her hands behind her head and extending her chest outward in an exhibiting and fearless display of bravado and devil may care attitude. |
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| Yaksha | Nov 29 2012, 04:46 PM Post #23 |
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"Crazy show. Big Top said he wants to make you a deal...wants to show you what sort of stuff he does." Carlos's brows knit together, and his bald dome shone once more as he walked ahead quickly, without glancing back towards them. He moved with a harsh pace, as if he were trying to outrun them, or avoid speaking due to the work. "Word of advice? Be on your guard. Guy doesn't take rejection well." His hand tightened, the fist turning a deep, shiny black once more. "Axes? Mr. Umbert, why would you need an axe? You're a guest here, and no harm will come to you; on my orders." The shrouded figure waved a hand towards Mao dismissively, and the larger man released Umbert, letting him drop onto his ass. Big Top was crouched down instantly, glancing towards the man and tilting his head to the side; he let out a small, amused tittering laugh. "Besides, no weapons are allowed on this boat. We're entertainers, not warriors...and no man needs a weapon when their own body is a weapon." His mask opened slowly, revealing a mouth filled with chrome teeth. His eyes glowed a deep cherry red, and his hands remained folded behind his back. "You'll get your axes back after tonight's show...if you can show me that you don't need them to wow me." His grin grew wider, so wide that it almost seemed like his mouth was going to flop back on a hinge. Then that terrible, canned laughter began once more. It washed over them, and the man rose back to his full height, staring over his shoulder. "Our show begins in roughly 10 minutes. Won't you join us, Umbert...? I promise I'll be on my best behavior~" He didn't wait for a response, simply vanishing from Umbert's view with the faint sound of wind parting, and a breeze that touched the man's hair, sending it flying. "I hate when he does that." "I might be Monet, the snow queen. I might be Razune; my voice is certainly painful enough to hear. I might even be Arcadia." The speaker's tone was cool, dismissive, almost mocking, and even though her face was hidden, it was clear she had a smirk on her face. The woman stepped into the light, revealing her expression; she was actually glaring at him with a tight-lipped scowl, her brows raised in a faint sign of surprise...or excitement. Though she wasn't much older than Nina, her face made her seem quite a bit older. Her nose was hooked, giving the impression of a hawk, and her eyes were both wide open, flitting around slowly, yet clearly taking in everything around her. In her finger, a long slender cigarette burned down, towards what looked like talons, wickedly curved and just slightly too long. "Mostly, I'm just Katallya. Big Top's bread and butter. You could call me...his recruiter. For what little it matters; the man hardly ever listens to me. Like about you. I told him there would be no need for a mermaid, that all we'd do is start a war with the fishmen. He said that he would start a thousand wars for a girl like you." She tapped the cigarette, letting a small pile of ash land next to her foot. "Surprisingly romantic crap, coming from him. Now...who'd like to explain what happened here?" She rose a hand slowly, with great care, and as soon as a man stepped forward, she flicked it harshly, as if slashing at him; he immediately dropped to his knees, his eyes losing their heat as he knelt down on the floor, his head prostrate. She reached down, touching a finger to the back of his head and opening up a small hole on the top. Her nails dove inside, pulling out a small black disk; it disappeared somewhere in the back of her head, and her eyes closed as the man who had moments ago knelt before her collapsed, a small pool of saliva surrounding his head. "This'll only be a minute, Nina. Then I can let you out. You're going to need to stretch your legs before the show." |
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| Umbert | Dec 9 2012, 02:56 PM Post #24 |
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Umbert let out a yelp of alarm as he was dropped from the dizzying height of Mao's hand, and landed in a heap on the floor, pushing himself up quickly to bark at the lanky man who had dropped him. "The fuck's wrong with yeh, yeh lanky carnie bastard?!" Umbert roared, but was quickly distracted as Big Top came in close, though Umbert forced himself not to give him space as a matter of pride, staring him straight in the face, one eye twitching visibly as a vein pulsated on his forehead, teeth bared in a silent snarl. "Besides, no weapons are allowed on this boat. We're entertainers, not warriors...and no man needs a weapon when their own body is a weapon." Umbert bared his teeth a little more as he narrowed his eyes at the slim, dark-clothed cyborg, who grinned back at him with those creepy metallic teeth. "My body's a weapon, all righ'. An' without yer frilly gadgets, you wouldn' know what hit yeh." He growled, hell-bent on staring into those dark red eyes as long as they stared at him, else his pride would be irreversibly damaged. "You'll get your axes back after tonight's show...if you can show me that you don't need them to wow me." As Big Top stood up to step away from Umbert, the diminutive pirate pushed himself to his feet, hands balled into fists as he visibly shook with rage, glaring at the back of the Warlord's black coat. "You don' need teh tell me twice." Umbert muttered, not taking his eyes off Big Top. "Jus' tell me where to go, an' I'll play yer stupid game." In response, the sound of generic studio laughter erupted from Big Top. Certain that the Warlord himself hadn't made the noise, Umbert squinted curiously, before his ears told him it must be a recording or some other techy bullshit, due to the faint crackling that accompanied it. "Our show begins in roughly 10 minutes. Won't you join us, Umbert...? I promise I'll be on my best behavior~" And without another word, Big Top had vanished into the shadow of the hallway. Umbert let out a low growl, glancing around quickly on the off-chance that the many-limbed Warlord would erupt from one of the dark-coloured walls that matched his long flowing coat. Beside him, the man known as Mao shuddered audibly. "I hate when he does that." Umbert glanced at him with a clear look of anger, his body yet to settle down from the offense that Big Top had shown him; making him look like a weakling child. "Shuddup, yeh big girl. Now, where's this show? Let's just get this shite over with so I can get what I want from tha' prat." Making his own way down the corridor where Big Top had vanished, it was a few seconds before Mao piped up with a response. "... The stage is the other way." "... Shuddup." |
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| Yaksha | Jan 4 2013, 02:23 PM Post #25 |
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Fairy Killer
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Nina Swift- 4 SD, 2,000,000 beli, +8,000,000 bounty. Umbert Redstone- 8 SD, 4,000,000 beli, +9,000,000 bounty. Kaji "Dragon" Jones- 6 SD, 3,000,000 beli, +12,000,000 bounty. Heather Lee- 6 SD, 3,000,000 beli, +7,000,000 bounty. Cheryl Barrel- 4 SD, 2,000,000 beli, +4,000,000 bounty. |
![]() Yaksha (Laneh) • Assassin • Martial Artist • Navigator • Thief • Ragnarok Pirates • Bounty: 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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