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| Rylaf | Nov 8 2012, 10:23 AM Post #16 |
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Glancing at the hooded runt and the retreating runt, using his contraceptive introspective detective senses of deduction, he deduced that he'd rather fuck with the weak looking guy than with the gay looking annoying guy. Charging, he waved his sword wildly in the air as he shouted, "Hey bitch don't walk away from me lol!" This is a rap song There once was a man named Shamma He was told to love his mama He did. He called her mum Mum mum mum Mum was a bum from South Central London She had bad teeth and smelled like Mutton For three dollars she would undo some buttons And make you... A necklace This is a rap song about Shamma's mama Maybe we should call her Shamama? Shamma son of Shammama needs to post But he's probably eating some toast Because he regrets the life decisions he's made up to that toast He shoulda stayed inactive, but he's commited now Gotta see it through to the end now Gonna have to deal with some gumdrops now Should change his name to Shamwow Shamwow gonna go pro When he goes back to playing with his EU blokes Gonna make money till Riot's broke Smack that riot ass till it gets broke But until then, he's playing on NA With Team OK Getting that AI A(ss) ARAM all day Team OK Never calls MIA Losing their lanes all day Too passive, too massive for Millenigga to carry from lane Gotta grow some balls if you want to keep her from running away But this is a rap song for Shamma So we'll take a step away from all that #tokdrama This is a rap song for Shamma I hope it reaffirms the belief that he loves his mama He don't need your approval nor your attention He's got his mama's love and some sexual tension With AML Cuz he's gay Fin. Edited by Rylaf, Nov 8 2012, 10:42 AM.
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| ♠ Shamma | Nov 8 2012, 02:24 PM Post #17 |
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The menacing dust cloud was blown away by the wind.
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| AngelMayLaugh | Nov 8 2012, 11:33 PM Post #18 |
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The homeless guy shouted before he began charging Lelouch, in what Lelouch assumed to be a fit of homeless, demented rage. He turned around to see a sword being waved. The sword was, in contrast to its wielder, quite elegant-looking. Sparkling white dust floated from the sword with every swinging motion that was taken. The aristocrat was always told that it wasn't nice to pick on the homeless, no matter how much of a smelly and dirty punching bag they looked like, but this was a different case. Said dirty and smelly punching bag was about to harm him with a weapon, and that was cause for action. Lelouch covertly angled his palm towards the deranged man to let loose a stream of poison at him. In a surprise move, the hoodied person took action, throwing a huge fist of sand at the homeless. This guy thought that his triceratops was cool and took preventive action against the attacking homeless. Aside from the fact that the man seemed a bit angry and too riled up to find Randy's house. "I guess I'm not the only one looking for Randy..." the white-clad young man thought to himself as he turned around to let the two duke it out. A two-on-one battle wasn't quite fair to wage on someone that lived on the streets and never experience the warmth of a shower. With his dino still bopping her head to the beat of a xylophone, the pirate began walking towards the end of the row of houses and towards Randy's house with his own two feet. "Wait. Randy isn't home, so why am I going there?" He stopped in his tracks and turned to the gate to the left of him. "He's in the factory, yeah." Lelouch turned and began walking towards the gate. The battle going on behind him had been somewhat ignored, turning his attention on going forward to catch a tram to the smelting plant. |
✉ Head Courier ✉ Weapon Specialist/Courier ✉ WORMS Division Beli: 50,750,000![]() Location: Skypiea, Grand Line [Sky Islands] Ϯ Enlightened Servant Ϯ Weapon Specialist/Martial Artist Ϯ Hot Rockets Ϯ Beli: 90,000,000 Ϯ![]() Location: Raijin Island, New World [Row One] ✄ Fashion Star ✄ Inventor/Designer/Merchant ✄ Fiore ✄ Beli: 61,105,000 Location: Couture Island, Grand Line [Sea Train Zone] | |
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| Rylaf | Nov 9 2012, 10:40 AM Post #19 |
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Cringing in horror, he could only scream as the massive wave of sand washed over him, drowning his entire being... But then he woke up. Groaning, he dabbed at the sweat that poured profusely from ever pore in his body, glancing about furtively. Where was he? What was going on? Just seconds ago he was about to get crushed by some faggot with a monster hoodie, prematurely spraying sand and shit everywhere for no reason. Quickshot maybe? It was okay, most males had performance issues anyways. But then... if he was here... Could that have all been in his head? Could that sand faggot have never existed in the first place? "So it was all just a genjutsu lol..." he mumbled slowly in recognition. Coughing roughly as he inhaled the fumes hanging in the air, he waved his hand back and forth, dispelling the smoke into wisps and attempting to clear the air, but to no avail. As the heavy cloud closed in on him, crushing his being, he curled into a ball reflexively, shivering as he felt death's cold embrace tug at his consciousness. But then. "Brrrrrrrrrpppppppp!" He ripped off a massive fart, thicker than the thickest of the fumes, the nasty gas enveloping him like a protective shroud. "Ooooooh maaaaan, that's nasty! Must have been those cabbages lol!" Choking on his own gas, he found himself reinvigorated. Staggering to his feet, he looked about, and them crumpled lazily to the ground. "Fuck it, somebody else will do something, and I'll just follow lol." Pinching his nose, he lay listlessly on the ground, waiting for AML to post. Edited by Rylaf, Nov 15 2012, 11:41 AM.
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| AngelMayLaugh | Nov 15 2012, 10:36 PM Post #20 |
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Head slowly slumping forward, it suddenly jerked backwards, sending an intense pain all around Lelouch's neck. "What the fuck?!" The young man's eyes quickly opened and quickly took note of his surroundings. There was a red gas filling the air, literally, it was everywhere. Sniffing a bit, he tried to deduce what the gas was. With the smell test inconclusive, he grabbed a handful and put it to his mouth. "This is mines?" he asked himself, realizing the taste as one of his very own poisons. Looking down at himself, his body was glowing a dim red color, similar to the gas that filled the air. "Yep. This is mines but... what the hell is it though?" Ceasing production, the gas soon cleared after a few moments. There were a multitude of men in suits running around and shouting about sand or something. Weird. Lelouch himself had just experienced a day dream with some guy in a hoodie chucking sand around too. "Did we all just experience a shared trip?" Thinking about it, the aristocrat had no idea of how he was affected by his own poison. Marking it off as a one off thing where his immune system went haywire or something, he shrugged and looked around at the now-clear surroundings. All of the structures were still standing and he was still in front of the general store. "Randy," he reminded himself before moving toward the gates that lead to the Rust Pit. On the way over, the young man tossed acidic poison at the men, burning them during their intense trip. While lobbing poison at the suited men, Lelouch noticed his triceratops dancing with no music playing. "Wierdo," he sighed. Realizing he had a bag of goods on his arm, her looked into it and found some peanuts and naughty magazines. "I guess that wasn't all one giant trip." Stopping himself, he reached into the bag and opened both cans of peanuts. He tossed both of the cans over to the dancing dinosaur, littering the ground with peanuts, before moving on. Just in case she got hungry from all of her nonsensical dancing, she'd have something to eat. After passing through the gates to exit Cango Village, Lelouch followed a path that led to the Rust Pit. The Rust Pit was exactly as described, a pit of rusted red garbage. How this... 'hole' of unmentionables drove the island's economy, Lelouch had no idea. It wasn't even worthy of being a tourist attraction, especially with Naia Island not too far away. Ignoring the pit of rust, the young aristocrat looked around for the trams that would take him up to the smelting plant. Spotting tram ascending upwards towards a building, he traced the cables to an area below. There was a path to his right that sloped downwards, so the young man decided to just follow that. As expected, The tram station was at the bottom of the path. There were a few men standing around and talking with one another. They seemed to have been workers or something, as they were wearing jumpsuits and had bags filled to the brim with red flakes on their persons. Inside of a glass booth there was a single man sitting and operating levers. The white clad pirate walked over to the booth and tapped on the glass a few times to gain the man's attention. "Yo! Wassup, kid?" the man asked as he swiveled around on his chair to look at the violet-eyed young man. "When's the next tram coming down?" Lulu asked, getting straight to the point. The man knocked on his hardhat and then turned to look at a nearby clock. "Give it about three minutes, kid," the man said as he pulled on a lever. With no choice but to wait, Lelouch decided to eavesdrop on the workers for a bit. "You guys heard that too?" One worker said to two others. There were three standing together, waiting for a tram near Lelouch. The two shook their heads in agreement. "I can't believe someone I going around and fuckign with the Kirdoffs. Especially on collection day." "I just hope the Kirdoffs don't try to take their anger out on us because some schmucks want to wreak havoc around here." Lelouch sat quietly and continued listening to the men talk about the "donations" for a bit until they switched subjects and it became boring. "I'll try not to cause too many problems." A devious smirk appeared on his face as he thought up something fun to do for when he got to the plant. A descending tram car stole his attention away from his thoughts. "Finally," he muttered as he stood up and stretched his arms upwards. A rather uncomely yawn escaped his peachy lips as he lowered his arms. The workers glanced over at him for a few seconds before turning away and resuming their conversation about how much 'burdum' they were hoping to retrieve during the week. "What a dull life," he thought as the tram pulled in and let out a few men in black suits. Lelouch quickly turned his head away and peered at the men through his peripheral vision. There was something different about these guys compared to the others. They seemed to exude an actually threatening aura, unlike the grunts that he had encountered before. A drop of poison dripped down the side of his face as he moved forward. "I didn't think there would be any actually threatening people here..." Once the tram was clear, the pit workers and Lelouch all filed into the car and took seats. The man in the both pulled a lever and the tram began its ascent. |
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| Rylaf | Nov 26 2012, 09:46 AM Post #21 |
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Eyes blinking rapidly with a start, Quasar jerked upright, but quickly collapsed into a heap, thudding heavily against the wooden floor of the wagon containing him, along with several others. Noting that his hands and feet and, for some reason, his hair were bound tightly, he flopped about helplessly, but got shouted down by the other similarly bound individuals. Meekly withdrawing into himself, he attempted to use his deductive reasoning skills to piece together the puzzle that was his current situation. Despite his best intentions, his mind inevitably wandered towards finding his sword, unsheating it, and then impaling himself on it. Sighing dejectedly, he turned his attention away from deductive reasoning and suicide to the silhouette at the front of the wagon. Literally, at the front of the wagon, with harness strapped over its shoulders, laborous grunts filling the air as the figure dragged the wagon along the road. Staring intensely, the figure shuddered violently, before glancing over its shoulder, singling out the dirty dirty boy. Spitting into the dirt, the figure, a man based on his baritone, drawled angrily, "Hey boy, what are you looking at boy?" If for no other reason other than to spite the man, Quasar stared on, his immaturity providing him the strength required to stare on despite his quivering eyelids. Growling, the figure stomped over out of the harsh sunlight, towering over the downed form of the lowborn. As the light shifted, Quasar gasped in horror. Despite the general hairiness of her body, the incredible definition of her muscalature, the lack of any indiscernable female attributes, the curious bulge at the fork of her legs, this was undoubtedly a female. Because she was wearing a dress. The thing stared down at him. "Don't you put them queer eyes on me boy!" Twisting the hem of her dress girlishly, the woman halted her pulling, although the wagon kept on rolling, and leaped onto the side railing. Glaring at the silent Quasar, she threw back her head and ripped off a deep "squeal", "Don't judge me!" However, the noise was abruptly halted as the wagon collided with another vehicle in front of it. Gasping, the woman leaped off from her perch along the wagon's railing, firing off apologies rapidly, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Gasping again, the woman swooned, mumbling weakly, "Oh shit, sailors~" Collapsing into a hot heap, she lay there immobile as an angry group of neatly attired men marched over and leaned against the railing. For some reason, they singled out Quasar. "Hey boy, you just hit my escalade boy?" Through the miracle of all the hard work he had put into his core, Quasar managed to muster the strength crunch upwards, looking over the railing and noting the massive black wagon, its rear end in splinters. Slumping back to the floor as his abs gave out, he panted heavily for breath. The sailor made a knowing look at his buddies, before leaning forward, jabbing the bound lowborn with his finger. "Hey boy, I was talking to you boy." Mumbling incoherently beneath his breath, the sailor, leaned forward once again, his hand cupped around his ear as he inquired sincerely, "What'd you say boy?" "You're fucking doing it wrong, it's lol! Not boy, lol!" snapped Quasar angrily. "Get the gimmick right, dumb faggots lol." Incredulous, the sailors rushed forward and grabbed the Uchiha-Prodigy by his collar, hauling him off the wagon and into the air. "Say that again to my face boy!" Sneering, Quasar flapped his lips, but no sound could be heared, because everything was drowned by roaring of the train bearing down on them. Oh yeah, they were on the train tracks. Screaming in panic, everybody fled the scene, the trian continuing on its merry way with no loss of progression. Edited by Rylaf, Dec 10 2012, 09:29 AM.
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| AngelMayLaugh | Nov 27 2012, 01:47 PM Post #22 |
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Sitting on the tram was just as boring as sitting in the waiting area and waiting on said tram. The men were still rambling and babbling on about the same boring things they sought to do on the job. Not to mention the fact that the scenery outside of the tram's windows was the opposite of breathtaking; piles of red rust and people going around shoveling and collecting red rust flakes to probably meet some quota set by their shitty boss who probably underpaid them for the amount of time that they put in. Lelouch snickered in his head when he saw someone in the pit trip and lose their whole bag of collected red flakes. "Excuse me," Lelouch said to get the attention of the men currently on the ascending tram with him, who were sitting to the aristocrat's right. "What do you call those red flakes that are being collected down there? I haven't caught the name of it yet." One of the men scratched his head and another chuckled. "Burdum, bro. Not from around these parts, are ya? That stuff is our bread, butter and butter knife. Literally. We make butter knives of it in the factory." The young man nodded before the men went back to shooting the shit with one another. Though the ride was short the boredom made it seem as though it lasted for a lifetime. The tram began slowing down when it neared the end of the length of wire. "Stay seated until it stops completely," said a voice that originated from the speaker above the passengers. That was probably directed at the tourist, since the men didn't seem to pay any attention to it and continued talking amongst themselves. The tram came to a hard stop, not hard enough to throw anyone from their seat, but hard enough to know that one could pretty much feel the tram put the brakes on. The young man in white waited for the workers to get up and exit before exiting the tram himself. Outside, in front of the factory, Lelouch looked around to get a feel of the area. You could hear the machines doing what they do from the outside and see the smoke stacks rising up from the chimneys of the factory. There were several people standing around on the outside, either talking to one another, eating or smoking cigarettes. "That's odd, why isn't there a break room on the inside?" the pirate thought to himself as he walked. Near the entrance, there were more of those men in black suits lurking around and looking all hired security-like. Lelouch tugged on his collar in slight nervousness as he walked up to the entrance. "Hey, is it cool if tourists look around in there?" The two men, bald on their domes and rather tall, looked at one another. The slightly tanned one raised a high eyebrow while looking at Lelouch. After a few seconds of the lighter guy talking to someone on a den den mushi, he gave the aristocrat the clearance to go into the burdum smelting plant. The pale pirate began walking in but found a hand was placed on his chest, preventing him from entering the plant. "Wait a minute," the man who the hand belonged to started. It was the one with the slight tan keeping him out. "You look... familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?" Lelouch slowly lowered his head to look at the hand placed on his chest. Rather than ending the man's life, he decided to answer the question to not cause a ruckus before finding his 'target'. "Were you at Duelist Kingdom or something? I dominated that place, so I wouldn't be surprised if someone remembered my historic face from that tournament." The man removed his hand from the young man's path. With no more men in black suits standing in his way, he entered into the smelting plant to continue his search for the Duelmon duelist Randy. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 5 2012, 05:17 PM Post #23 |
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“Talululu~!” With grace and cunning, the world’s greatest assassin had infiltrated the island of Rust Pit and tracked down her mark. It was her easiest assignment to date; no need for swashbuckling antics or a special brand of subterfuge, just plain sneaking and observing till she spotted him in the crowd. All she waited for now was the opportunity to strike. “Dear Lelouch, you will not know what hit you.” She muttered under her breath, spying down the length of the tram towards the young male. The picture in the contract she had been given was quite flattering when compared with reality, but that was often the case with members of aristocracy. He was unmistakable Lelouch di Berlitz though, with the purple hair and boyish features. He was supposedly a criminal mastermind, an innovative inventor and a devil fruit user but none of that would matter if she caught him unaware. And he, along with everyone in the tram, was utterly oblivious to her presence. “Talululu…” “Hey, did you say something?” “What? No.” “I swear I heard something.” “Probably just the tram.” After the two burly workers in front of her finished their conversation, Beatrix resolved to stop giggling to herself when hiding. Even if everyone present was not perceptive enough to detect her presence, she did not have to mock them by whispering away her thoughts. If anything, they were proving to be difficult barriers to overcome by taking up so much space in the tram so she was unable to slip between them unnoticed and greet her mark. If she were the impatient sort, Beatrix might have devised a way to scale the outside of the vehicle and strike from a different angle, but for now she was content to sit and wait for her opportunity. She watched Lelouch like a hawk, only looking away once to observe a bunch of squabbling individuals and their wagon beside the tramlines. One of them looked very dirty. Quite a peculiar lot. When the tram slowed to a stop at its destination, the Nohzer was first to depart and seek a new vantage point. She found it quickly, scaling an outer security tower and perching in wait. Lelouch moved predictably; it helped that she had eavesdropped on his earlier conversations and learned the criminal noble was in search of the man named Randy. If not for the appalling mode of transportl the island officials had elected to use, the assassin might have forged ahead and found this Randy by herself. He would have made the most enticing of bait for the many traps she could dream up to snare Lelouch. Sadly it was not to be. Reduced to the role of observer with so much security outside the facility, Beatrix waited on her mark’s progress. As he entered the factory, so did she. As he progressed through the halls of workers and asked for Randy's whereabouts, the femme fatale drew closer till she was practically stepping in his shadow. It was in the hallway to the smelting furnace that they were finally alone together. Beatrix did not allow her opportunity to slip. As a silent ghost, near invisible to the naked eye, it took little effort on her part to draw up behind the noble and hold the cold seastone edge of Dirk to his throat. Her other hand slipped in front of his mouth in the same instant, attempting to smother any noise of surprise and keep their business strictly one to one. “Boo.” Spoiler: click to toggle
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| AngelMayLaugh | Dec 6 2012, 11:01 AM Post #24 |
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((don't control my lulu, bby. :''( )) The first thing that the young man was greeted with inside the plant, was a long hallway. It was full of workers just idly chatting and shooting the shit. He asked multiple times about where the man he was looking for, Randy, had been, but he received a different answer every time. "Dude's out in the pit." "He went to the showers to wash up." "He's pitching some ideas to the boss." Nothing was said to him twice in order for him to have something to follow. The one thing Lelouch hoped that he wouldn't have to do was go into that atrocious pit to find the duelist that he was after. "I guess I'll just ask in here," he said to himself as he neared a room of men chatting. As he entered the room, he spotted an odd device to his left. A man entered a card into it and it made some sort of clicking noise. After the click the man pulled the card out and placed it into a slot with other cards. Lulu, never working at a real job, had no idea of what the hell that thing was or what the man had just done. Shrugging, he turned his attention to one of the few people who weren't chatting with someone else. This worker was a rather burly woman with red smudges all over her clothes and skin. If it weren't for her bust slightly showing through her thick clothing, Lelouch might have assumed her to be a man. The woman was putting things into a bag, so he assumed that wasn't important and walked up to her for questioning. "Excuse me si- I mean, ma'am," he said walking up to her with a friendly, though awkward grin upon his face. "Would you happen to know where I can find a man named Randy? I've been asking around, but I've been getting conflicting answers from the employees here." The woman snorted before stopping what she was doing and turning to Lelouch. "Randy? Yeah I saw'em." Her voice was quite deep and raspy, matching her appearance to the tee. "Probably a 'new' woman..." the aristocrat thought as the woman looked up at the ceiling to think about where the man she was asked about had went. "He left a few minutes ago. Went to the smelting furnace for something. Something about... a Mon-Holder? Dunno what that means, but he's been working on something in there." Lelouch smirked at the thought of the man working on a new Mon-Holder; he just thought that it would be a shame that his opponent's first duel with a new Mon-Holder would end in a crushing defeat. "Thank you," the young man in white said with a slight nod of the head. With her information being so specific, it was the first thing that he could actually follow. The pirate moved to exit the room after procuring the directions to said smelting furnace from the woman. As he walked away, the woman held her hand out and began to say something, but stopped and brought the hand backed to her chest and rested it upon her left breast. "Ask randy if he wants to go out with me." A single tear rolled down the woman's cheek. Upon reaching the final hall before making it to the furnace, Lelouch noticed there hadn't been any workers around for a while. It was eerily silent. The fine hairs on the back of the young man's neck did the macarena for some reason as he progressed down the long hallway. The aristocrat came to a complete stop when his knees started feeling weak and close to buckling. "I-I kno-ooh this-ss-ss fee-eel-" Before he could muster up the energy to voice any other words, something was placed over his mouth to prevent him from speaking. Though he tried, he couldn't produce any poison from his body to combat the threat. "It-it-it-it's juuu-uuust li-like I-I-I-I-I though-t-t-t. Seaaasssssstone." With no energy to turn his neck, he tried turning his eyes as far as he could to to see what was assailing him. The only thing that was in view was the edge of the blade to his neck. His first thought was that it was a ghost trying to end his life. His second thought was to call the Ghostblasters. There was no third thought because his consciousness was on the verge of slipping away. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 8 2012, 06:49 AM Post #25 |
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((natural progression noob)) This was a rare opportunity for the assassin. Scarcely did anyone order the assassination of a devil fruit user, or perhaps the order just did not assign her such contracts. They probably never would after the circus incident. Dirk was cut from seastone and made her feel dizzy when touching the blade, but she had never really experimented with the material. There was little to learn from knocking herself out. But discovering that Lelouch was a devil fruit user from the contract had granted the Nohzer a subject to experiment with before she performed her deed. He was also a criminal with a 50,000,000 beli bounty. That made him dangerous, despite what she had observed in town being anything but a psychopathic mastermind. Beatrix had dismissed simply walking up and greeting him after reading his profile. She had instead sought a scenario where she was the dominant force. Beatrix pushed her body against the aristocrat’s back to stop him from collapsing on the spot. It was only a temporary measure, in a cloaked state her body was exceptionally smooth meaning she was in no state to actually catch him if his legs buckled. His symptoms were fascinating though. Only a few seconds of exposure and he was already stuttering his words between her fingers. She might have continued the experiment if not sensing his back slide against her front so slightly, responding with a quick removal of her blade so he did not slip out of consciousness entirely. It was all well and good to play with a mark, but she was not meant to kill this one and he might hurt himself falling like that. “Lelouch, stay calm.” The stalker was quick with her work. Appearing from thin air behind the male she was tormenting, the young lady in the long black garment quickly sheathed her seastone dagger and looped her arm around his midriff. She was not going to let him fall down should his recovery be too slow, but neither was she going to allow him to react in self-defence with whatever devil fruit power he had. Reports claimed he was an arsonist, demolitionist and master of chemical warfare so she needed to be careful. The hand over his mouth lowered to delicately stroke the side of his neck, Beatrix leaning her head forward so she could whisper sweetly into his ear. “Mister di Berlitz doesn’t want you causing trouble like this, Lelouch. Instead of blowing up this factory, why don’t you come back to town and play with me? It will be better than those magazines, I promise.” |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Dec 9 2012, 05:06 PM Post #26 |
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((update ur sig)) ((Beli: 55,666,150)) ((!!!!!)) The long hall repeatedly switched between blurry, blurrier and not blurry as the aristocrat felt himself slowly slipping away. The young man had no idea of who in the factory would do something so cruel to him; yeah, those goons in black and the Kirdoff guys that he pissed off would probably do something like this to him, but they probably would have just killed him or knocked him out on the spot to take him to the boss. Still not seeing anyone, Lelouch started to really believe that it was a ghost that was holding him at seastone knife point. He wanted to tell the ghost that he'd do anything to not be killed. However, that was a tad bit hard to do when he couldn't even voice words due to that seastone knife being all up in his grill. With his knees getting weaker by the second, the lanky aristocrat start falling backwards. Before his body even formed a seventy degree angle with the ground, he was stopped by his ghost assailant's body. If the seastone wasn't making Lelouch and his body all whacked out, he would have savored the feeling of the ghost's bulbous chest pressing up against his regal back. Once the blade was removed from his person, his body began falling forward, but was stopped before it hit the ground. Lelouch panted heavily to recover his strength and energy to produce some poison and end this ghost's existence once and for all. Taking another heavy breath, he angled the palm of his hand back towards the body of whoever this ghost was to blast it with a stream of liquid poison. Or at least he would've if it were not for the ghost telling him to stay calm. It even said his name, so he knew something was up. Without much energy to string together a complete sentence or question, he chose to silently wait for a chance to release his liquid stream onto the ghost. "Hopefully she won't phase through it." The ghost mentioned a 'Master di Berlitz,' which obviously wasn't him so it could only gave been one other person; Lelouch's father. Not only did this ghost work for his father, she must have been a hired prostitute with the way she spoke of 'playing' and it being better than the magazines. The young man's pale cheeks turned a cherry red as he slowly arose from his half-hunched position and stood on his own. With his energy returned to him, he turned around to look at the transparent being. "Oh, you aren't a ghost anymore?" he remarked as he looked the woman up and down. The first thing he noticed was her midnight blue nose. It was a weird fashion statement, but he'd seen weirder. "My my... My father must have paid quite the hefty sum to get you for me," the aristocrat said as his eyes followed along the curvaceous outline of the woman's waist and hips. "He should have sent you in purple or white attire, not red. Red isn't really my thing." "And I'm sorry, but you're mistaken woman. I'm here to simply find a man and challenge him to a duel." Lelouch slowly reached into his pocket and slowly pulled out his deck of cards to show the woman of the night opposite him. "You can keep whatever amount of money my father paid you for your services- I can purchase my own... companion, should I feel that type of urge." The young man's face turned bright red again as he tried to avert his eyes from those dangerous curves. "Father should be more concerned with finding Feyris and that pirate she's running it up with, not trying to get me a paid sexual partner." Realizing that the woman was no ghost or threat to his mortality, Lelouch felt safe turning his back to her and continuing to the furnace to start his duel. He suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks. "Hey," he said, turning around and looking at the blue-nosed woman. "If you want to be of use, my triceratops is back in Cango. Could you bring her to me? There are some sketchy guys around here in black and I don't want her to be poached. Use this to get her attention." The aristocrat dug around in his pocket and pulled out a whistle. He tossed it to the woman before turning away and continuing to the furnace. "Don't worry! I promise I won't blow this place up. I'm or a terrorist or anything," he called out as he reached the end of the hall and walked into the furnace. Edited by AngelMayLaugh, Dec 9 2012, 05:12 PM.
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| Rylaf | Dec 10 2012, 09:52 AM Post #27 |
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Meanwhile in the shadows of the smelting plant... A solitary figure marched down the catwalk. Like lightning, but silent, Quasar slipped from his perch on the ceiling and crashed heavily against the ramparts. Luckily, the worker he was attempting to assault was deaf, and continued staring off into the distance dreamily. Struggling to pick himself back up, as his limbs were still bound, after an extended period of time, he finally managed to accomplish his task. Leaning over, he chomped on the handle of his sword, and drew it threateningly, before hopping over behind the worker. “Boo lol.” The act of speech caused him to drop his sword clamped between his jaws with a loud clatter. Swearing, he crouched, attempting to re-equip himself as the worker obliviously sighed, his dream obviously over. Whistling, in spite of the fact that he was deaf, the worker marched off. Wiggling about on the floor, Quasar could only sob in lament, rueing his current situation. What was even happening anymore? He wasn't even sure. "Lol lol lol lol lol..." (phonetically: Lull, lull, lull, lull, lull...) This was bullshit. How was he going to absorb his twin brother if he couldn't even stand because his limbs were bound. Like the baby elephant, Nguyens instinctively were drawn into conflict with each other, and being denied this core essence of his being, it was like having a finger tied really really tightly by a rubber band, and because of the constriction of the bloodflow, the finger starts turning blue and stuff. It was like that. Abandoning all pretense, he cried out once again, obnoxiously and with strained effort, "LOOOOOOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!!! LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL LOL LOL LOL!!!" Edited by Rylaf, Dec 10 2012, 09:55 AM.
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 10 2012, 01:24 PM Post #28 |
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“H-huh?” Was that a… rejection?! The Nohzer’s orange eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth partially open and in a bemused pout. He was practically ravishing her body with his eyes, yet maintained the self-control to turn his back on her. But only for a couple of steps! As soon the aristocrat turned to her again, Beatrix’s spirits rose only to be knocked down seconds later by his odd request. Despite her stunned disappointment, the assassin still had the reflexes to pluck the whistle from the air as it flew towards her. “Um… ok!” The smooth lady responded half-heartedly, glancing down at the whistle in her palm. It was purple with two strange horns protruding from the front, a plastic feel to it. The Nohzer dropped it into a pouch on her belt and also turned away, fading from view a second later as she went back into stealth. “Maybe it was just the red? Or have… but I can’t put on weight! Or maybe he only likes chubby girls?! No, no. It’s just the red!” Beatrix mumbled to herself, wary of not speaking too loud as she snuck through the facility whilst invisible but not keeping her thoughts consigned to her head. “I have some purple and whites… I’m sure the girls on the Whamadoodle can make me some new threads too!” But if his rejection had been purely her attire, why had she not thought of offering to strip to meet his satisfaction?! No there was something else about her approach that was wrong. “I was too forward!” Beatrix declared, slightly louder than intended as she passed a couple of workers who looked around baffled. “Even if he is some aristocrat pervert who buys dirty magazines, it doesn’t mean he’s just going to admit it. I’ll just take it slower…! Getting his triceratops will make him happy and then I’ll show him the Whamadoodle, there’s no way he’ll refuse a trip on her.” Her whispered pep talk would have continued if not for the sudden outburst from deeper in the facility. For a second the assassin mistook the yells for the noble’s voice pleading for her to return, only to grimace as she identified the tone as similar to the dirty weirdo she had seen hanging around when stalking Lelouch. Was he here too? Beatrix could not believe something so gross was allowed in public. At least she was close to the exit, the large doorway looming ahe- “Awh?!” Something was groping her chest. Beatrix blinked. Nothing was in front of her, but the sensation of two hands squeezing was unmistakable. Perhaps some other master assassin had also infiltrated the facility and managed to track her movements? But it was a really weird method of assassination… Only as her eyes adjusted to the light flooding in from outside did the Nohzer notice the swirling cloud of dust floating ahead. Even though it had no discernible shape or features, the female could not help but sense that it was leering at her. “nice tits, lol.” It uttered before surging forward, the assassin only permitted a second to raise her arms in defence before the cloud flowed around and past her. “I save you, daddy lol!” The dying cry as it disappeared deeper into the smelting factory. Beatrix decided to leave as quickly as possible. |
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| AngelMayLaugh | Dec 11 2012, 01:21 PM Post #29 |
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Lelouch took a deep breath as he entered into the furnace room. That super sexy ghost prostitute woman had turned his cheeks an incredibly hot shade of red and the young man needed to compose himself before challenging his opponent. While he didn't have a mirror or a really reflective item to view himself in, the hot feeling that almost burned his cheeks moments ago was now simply warm. Touching said cheeks, the aristocrat sighed. "Good enough," he voiced internally while he continued further into the area. As he walked throughout, being pointed in the direction of Randy with each worker he asked, the young man thought about his father and why he would send that woman for him. "I do just fine getting the chicks on my own!" he thought with a scowl plastered on his face. "An- and I have enough money to afford their companionship when I have to resort to those measures..." After putting away his scowl, he asked the person nearest him of the whereabouts of the man that he was after. "Randy? Yeah, dude's in the cooling room over there." The man pointed to a small chamber over in the corner. Lelouch nodded to show his thanks and headed over towards it. The cooling chamber was about the size of two and a half outhouses put together and gray in color. The small, circular window on the door had a blue tint from the lighting on the inside and was rather frosty-looking, especially when compared to the red tint that the heat was giving to the room around it. Before the white-clad young man got within five feet of the chamber, the door opened up. The cold air from the inside of the small room intermingled with the heat outside of it and created a thin cloud of steam around the small chamber. The dark silhouette of a person appeared from withing the smoke, walking out slowly and intimidatingly. A drop of sweat trickled down the side of Lelouch's face as he waited for his opponent to come into view. The sweat was because of the furnace, for your information. The door to the cooling room was shut, clearing the veil of steam seconds later. Lelouch made a 'wat' face as he stared down the man that he wanted to duel so badly for the last few hours. The man known as Randy, and this was surely him because he was holding a duel disk, was rather underwhelming. Most of the opponents that the mistaken terrorist had dueled were young and had cool, spiky and/or exotic hair and intimidating, unnaturally colored eyes. This dude was just some middle-aged guy with no outstanding features whatsoever. Well, he did have a prevalent buttchin, so that was kind of remarkable. The man looked around and then at the aristocrat standing before him who was staring back. "'Sup?" Custom Drawn Picture With no real questions to ask the man, Lelouch decided to get right down to business. "That's a pretty nice duel disk you got there. Ready to test it out?" the lanky young man asked as he pulled out his own, purple colored duel disk. "This is a high-stakes duel though. We'll both ante up our rarest card and winner takes all. Agreed?" With a smirk, Randy rolled up the right sleeve of his blue shirt and equipped his duel disk onto his arm. "Of course, there's no other way to duel!" he exclaimed. Both men reached into their pants and pulled their decks out, displaying them for the other to see. Lelouch's cards were protected by a thin, tight protective layer of purple plastic. Randy's were protected by slightly larger and loose, rectangular sleeves of brownish red plastic. Lelouch activated his duel disk, which caused the orb on the top to glow bright. "Duel!" both men called out as they drew five cards each from the top of their respective decks. "Since your duel disk is so new, you're probably itching to place your cards on it as soon as possible. You go first." In a rather showy motion and with too much arm strength, Randy plucked the top card of his deck and held it off to the side with the back facing Lelouch. Viewing the card that was being held out to the side, the man's thick mustache moved up a few centimeters as he smirked. "I hope you and your rare card cherished the time you spent together, because it's gonna be mines." Freeze frame. To be continued. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 16 2012, 01:23 PM Post #30 |
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Despite a sentient clouds of dust mounting a frontal assault on the facility just seconds before, the outside of the smelting plant remained quite tranquil with its lines of security and overseeing watchtowers. As before, the assassin tip-toed her way through the stacks of guards to the tram station, hidden from their eyes under the veil of her technique. Only as the tram moved away from the platform did she allow her cloak to drop, sitting out of the view of the other passengers on the roof of the vehicle. The journey was eventless as the first, except this time she had no one to observe and keep her mind occupied. Instead she muttered in disbelief about the rejection, pausing only a moment to see the same wagon again, only broken into several pieces. Probably the dirty boy’s work. It felt too soon to be returning to Cango Island, and quite wrong that she was returning without a partner. The tram ride would have at least been more comfortable if Lelouch accompanied, the average lowborn was less likely to disturb a lady if she was so clearly with another man and Beatrix would have made their budding relationship quite clear to all onlookers. Instead her rump felt sore as she slid off the back of the tram as it drew into the station, using her speed over stealth to avoid detection as she infiltrated the town once again. In retrospect her methods were unnecessary; she was no longer stalking anyone and the villagers were still distracted by the blaring music. If not for her existing orders, the assassin might have tracked down the source of the noise out of a spat of curiosity. The level of volume they were able to achieve was almost unreal; she had heard faint echoes when the small town came into view during the tram ride. “It is very catchy…” Beatrix mused as she stalked the rust red rooftops, nearly falling for the incredible beat herself. Most of the villagers had assembled in the central square of the village, the noise seeming more ambient and powerful there as she drew closer. Among the gyrating bodies, she spied the very large anomaly amongst them in the shape of a huge reptilian creature. Despite being a schooled and worldly Nohzer female, Beatrix had been quite unsure as to what a Triceratops was when Lelouch had asked her to retrieve his pet, but had deduced that the large creature accompanying him in Cango Village had to be it. She could also see the ‘sketchy men in black suits’ he had referred to as well, but nothing about them seemed suspicious as they all danced happily together with the village folks. They all seemed so happy… dancing to the hypnotic rhythm… “Almost too catchy…” Edited by Shamma, Dec 18 2012, 02:47 PM.
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