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Topic Started: Jan 25 2013, 11:21 PM (1,600 Views)
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Looking back, or as much as a sentient puddle of mercury could look back, Sinne was glad to see that the wannabe bounty hunter was not in pursuit. Granted that, if he was not mistaken, the man would have his hands busy with what appeared to be a high ranking officer of the Marines. As much as the pirate wanted to hunt down and kill both the other pirate and the Marine if only to please Gori'Gnak, he knew that retreat was pretty much his only option for now, seeing as how the only way he could move was in elemental form and even then, he could not shape the mercury into anything useful offense wise. Hell, he could not shape anything defense wise either, his only option remaining is to just run. But eventually, once he was not so helpless, he would definitely hunt down the damned wannabe bounty hunter and shove those gloves of his up his ass. However, once again, that was for a later time and now he had to concentrate on getting as far away as he could from this area and hopefully off this island. While the question of how he was going to row a boat in his condition raised itself in his mind, the assassin figured that he would figure it out once he actually managed to get a row boat. If gods were good, he might even be able to stow away on a ship.

Once out of the alley, the chef paused for a moment to determine where he would go from there. Given the width of his mercury sea, he had plenty of places to go, however, the best place would be where the Marines or the wannabe would not think to look. Now, the question was, where would that be. It would definitely be somewhere as far away from here as possible so as to attract as little attention as possible. The problem was, the wraith did not have any idea where he was. Sure he had wondered about the town a couple of times, but that was when he knew his starting places. Given how he did not know where the roof was in relation to the tavern and that he did not recognize the area he was in, finding the perfect hiding place was rather hard. Of course there was the option to go into the sewers and as much as he did not want to go down there, they were probably his best chance of getting away, especially if they led towards the sea. Spotting a drain further down the street, Sinne quickly made his way over there using his full speed. Once there, the pirate drip dropped through the grate and into the sewer system. Thankfully, he landed onto the dry walkway and so choosing a direction, the assassin moved along it, a lonely puddle of mercury quickly moving in the darkened sewer.
Edited by Spirit, Feb 3 2013, 10:01 AM.

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The people in the area didn't take long to freak the fuck out. Many people were either knocked down or away in the crowded area, while others stood their ground, more pissed than injured that something like this was to happen.

Many people died from the pure concussive force that came with the rapid expansion of mercury, and several little boys lost their father. You bastard.

The marines on the scene (there were many, considering how much trouble they have on a daily basis; shit like this wasn't unheard of, despite the place being a stage were a pirate should lay low as possible) all noted that the liquid on the ground was mercury (it was kind of obvious when you looked at the people that fell in it) and all contacted the HQ.

"...WHAAAAT?! That many casualties? WHAT? Yes, hold on, i'm getting- WHAT? Hold on, hold on..." The rear admiral slammed his hands on the desk, before moving his right hand to stroke his brow, an annoyed look working itself into supressed rage. He pulled up yet another den den mushi, which crawled in place, pushing a button on the side of the shell; a special model, linked to all den den mushi handed out to the higher ranked marines.

"Attention, this is Rear Admiral Erks. The threat level has increased to five in regards to Sinne Gehlife. Those who manage to bring him in get double the commendations they would have gotten before." The situation had gotten out of hand, the tourists that came already worried about the threat of the frostbites pirates. Now there were several people critically wounded or dead, right on his doorstep? He couldn't let his position be called into question like this. "Be aware that he is a known logia, apparently mercury. Don't bother accepting this mission if you can't even manage to get around that."
It didn't take long for things to heat up in the place. It was probably not the best idea for the sand man to be so hasty as to head towards the ship, considering it was currently the biggest topic on the island, and several marines were deployed to it; now the marines giving chase were directly in his path, heading towards him.

"Rook, is there a reason why we're sent after a pirate this low end? Hell, we could be fighting supernovas right now! Think of it!" The words escaped the lips of a rather slender, well-endowed woman, who had a number of vials on her waist belt, filled with multiple types of fluids. Oddly enough, there were two ornate pans scrapped to her back, seeming to be thicker than the opening was implying. Her red hair moved down to her waist, framing her stark green eyes. She was a ginger, and her freckles hinted at that as much as they had to. Other than that, she wore a red business suit with her marine coat tied around her waist.

"Listen, Scarlet, we could easily be doing that. But, but, just think of it; if we do this, we could end up moving up much easier. Think of the possibilities." A much stronger-looking individual owned the second voice, and he was a beast, beyond strong to a ridiculous extent. Or, at least, that's what his stature would hint at. He was hair, sporting a full brown beard with a few strands of grey hair, his dull brown eyes being strange when compared to his shiny bald head. He wore a black business suit and his coat was held on his shoulders by some strange magic force as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop alongside his female partner.

"Boring! I just want to-" She paused, looking towards the approaching pirate. "Hey, aint that him? The sandy one? Yea, that's him! Let's get him!" The two stopped, one the rooftop directly in front of sandy's path, arms crossed and faces serious enough. "Heeeeeey! Sandy! You're kind of cuuuuuuute! Let's play a little while!"
Meanwhile, the two marines that were on route to capture Mr. Meanie had arrived at the area that he had so quickly fled. They chatted with the marines on hand the were decidedly faceless; they didn't say much that would be useful, anyway.

"Looker, is there a reason why we're out here in the middle of a mercury-filled wasteland?" The shrewd woman's voice seemed to echo around the area, and nobody who heard it felt very good about themselves as a result. Sad but true, this woman had a way of bringing down everyone around her. He red hair was cut shorter than her cousin's, only being about shoulder length and kept to much better standards. Like her sister, she had a red business suit and her coat was missing from her person. Strange. She also had vials around her wait, though they were much greater in number, and the pans were bigger and with much longer handles, similar to that belonging to a spear and at least equal to her height. She was essentially a more serious, somewhat older version of scarlet, bearing the same good looks and freckles, and a bit more of a refined appearance.

"Sword, there isn't a reason to be so irritated. The 'ole boss just increased the stakes of this entire thing, and it would be nice to get higher into the world, don't you think?" Looker was a leaner man, having gray hair and gray stubble on his chin. He was neither thin or buff, seeming to fall very well in the middle. Oddly enough, his hair was styled into slicked back spikes that seemed to have a little too much grease added to the mix. He looked around with his blue eyes, sighing to himself. The business suit thing seemed to be pretty popular, but he was only wearing a yellow Hawaiian shirt and brown shorts, along with basic sandals; he was a casual sort of guy. Even with everything that was going on, he managed to still keep his fruit drink. Shaken, not stirred. They were already heading around the area, and it seemed as though this wasn't going to be too much of a problem to find the mercury man, seeing as to how he was so nice to partially leave a trail of mercury; they just had to find the way it lead.

"I would be more interested in getting promoted through fighting someone with a bit more...power. Quite a bit more. I do wonder where those frostbite pirates are hiding."

"I'm sure we'll see them eventually, just like that Sinne fellow."
The sewer system was smelly, but maybe that was an understatement to the mercury man's extraordinary senses. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that the whole place was downright difficult for someone like that guy to thrive in. Hell, it was amazing that the guy could will himself to even go anywhere near the sewer opening. Kudos.

But this was not his area. This was not his place do call safe passage, nor would his transgressions go unpunished. His entire plan had turned to shit, and that summation of that shit was going to show itself.

Beneath the excrement that coated the walls lied a very ancient, very angry force of destruction. The sludge was unaware of what had entered. It was both alien and familiar at the same time. It did not belong to this being's domain, it did not deserve to thrive here. It had to be destroyed for this being to once again find peaceful solitude, away from those that would lay judgment upon it. Upon him.

The sludge lurched forward, brown in nature with varying colorations throughout. A limb struck out, flaming in nature and simultaneously made of terrible bodily fluids. The shit had finally hit the fan, and now the mercury man would suffer, for he had to either move or get hurt.

This was the famous "Crap Cook" Rufus, a past chef who had lost everything, all because he had eaten the wrong logia; Sinne was not prepared for the shitstorm he brought upon himself.

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The stench was rather overwhelming down in the sewers. It took every once of will power for the pirate to continue down the path instead of seeking the sweeter tasting air of the streets above. Infortunately, the streets above would not provide quite the same protection from prying eyes as did the stinking hallways of the deep. Fortunately, the chef did not have to resort to going down into the fowl smelling mixture that dominated the bottom of the crevice inbetween the two footpaths of either side, one of which was currently is use by the assassin. The wraith briefly wondered what would happen if he decided to throw up his breakfast while in elemental form before ending that line of thought lest it lead to him actually finding out what would happen, not that it would take very much to get to that specific point. Sinne spared a though for the wannabe bounty hunter, briefly wondering if he had already been caught by the Marines since it appeared that they were quite populous and active on this particular island. That thought made him glad about his decision to use the sewers to escape since the Marines were less likely to go down there and thus decresing the chances that his passage would be molested. But perhaps, it was a bit too early to celebrate the merits of his decision.

As he sped along on the footpaths, the pirate quite suddenly became aware of a flaming mass of excrement flying towards him, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. The chef barely had any room to dodge as the flaming pile of shit hit the wall, getting out of the way by the skin of his teeth, the trailing edge of his mercury evaporating on contact and filling a small area with toxic gas. The assassin winced as the mercury globules were gone in an instant. While the amount evaporated was not large, it was still part of him and would hurt if damaged. Getting to a safe distance, the assassin noticed a strange shape from which the shit column had originated. A part of him wanted to get away from here as fast as possible but the major part of him argued that this creature knew this area far better than he did and would probably catch up to him in no time. And since he was still feeling weak, the assassin could not exactly go up any ladders to escape into the streets above. Perhaps the best course of procedure for now was to try to understand why this pile of excrement had attacked him. And maybe, just maybe, it could help him escape.

Steeling his will against the overwhelming stentch, the wraith edged closer and closer, his guard up to dodge and flee at the first sign of aggressive actions. "Hey listen man, I don't know who or what you are, but I'm sure that there's absolutely no reason to attack me. Since I'm not from around here, I really doubt we've ever met." Sinne said, adopting his laid back person, although keeping his wits about him at all times. For all he knew, this could be a Marine creature that was sent to hunt him down. The chef realized that it must be weird to hear a voice coming from a puddle of mercury, but if he changed into his human form, he would end up flat on his back with very poor visibility of the pile of shit. "I know we just met, but could I ask you for a favor? I would really appreciate it if you could show me the way to the sea. I'll buy you a couple of drinks or a warm meal in return. So what do you say?" the assassin continued. He realized that it was too presomtous to ask for a favor during a first meeting, but the wraith hoped that the sludge would find it in it's heart to help him. All the while, the puddle of mercury was prepared to bolt as the slightest provocation.

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Akira himself had begun to gain speed as he moved towards the ship he now sought for refudge. He fluttered across the rooftops his feet barely landing before he had already taken off again in his desperate escape. A quarrel with the marines is not something he found exactly to his liking seeing as he normally stayed out of their way. Yes, there have been times when he had to take out a marine or two hence his large bounty, but for the most part the two never really butted heads. However, in this situation he was sure some high level marines would come out to possibly take him in. That captain fellow himself seemed dangerous absurdly so, almost as if that man had been created simply to fuck up his day. No god would allow something like that though right, like Akira never killed unless absolutely neccessary otherwise he settled his arguements more peacefully.

The island of the Gaoh had been a special case, seeing as the Frostbite pirates had destroyed his home. In that case overreacting was perfectly normal, in fact if hadn't overreacted he'd be a heartless bastard. Oh well there's no need for him to dwell on things of the past seeing as his future was in jeopardy. In his mad flight across the rooftops the navigator was cut off rudely intercepted by two marines. The odd appearance of these two were completely absurd while the female was small and business like with that wonderful red suit. The male on the other hand looked like a complete brute, there was no doubt in Akira's mind that if it came to it this individual would dominate him in a match of strength. The female also had several pans across her back something Akira made sure to take note of.

The cute comment caused him to cock his head to the side in a questioning manner as he slowed to a stop. He could try to bolt past them but the odds of that succeeding were so low he dared not risk it. If they caught him while his back was turned, and one of them had haki or seastone he'd be screwed. It's times like these that he often wished he was faster wished, he had that soru thing that he'd seen Kamina use. There was no other choice he'd have to fight just long enough to get away, once he distracted them or slowed them down long enough he was sure he could speed past them. No doubt the ship would be covered with marines by now, which meant he couldn't head directly there. He'd have to find another way to get there, or he could simply leave this island on his own, although the possibly of the entire Frostbites crew hunting him down.

This was an outcome he really hoped to avoid if he could, while he was confident in his skills as a navigator enough to ensure they never found him, he didn't like the prospect. Sighing deeply the male would place a single hand into his hair running his fingers through it as his eyes directed themselves skyward. Stealing himself mentally for what he had to do so that when his eyes met with the two marines once more, his serious tone was clearly visible. Bending down Akira touched the rooftop with a single finger as copious amounts of sand poured outward. The sand itself would be completely harmless, however, if the two marines didn't stay on their toes he'd accidentally kill them. It was hard to hold back fully when faced with opponents that could beat you.

"I'm really sorry but, I don't have time to play, I must be going or else Kazehara would turn me into a popsicle. I ask you once, please allow me to leave this island peacefully and avoid pointless fighting that will solve nothing except either your deaths, or mine. I don't plan on going to Impel Down."

Akira's cold calm demeanor was effortless his words rolled out perfectly on his tongue as they seemed to hand omnious in the air. He'd basically told them that the only way he wasn't leaving is if he was dead, prison was not an option. He hoped for them to listen and take heed to his words but he was sure no such thing would happen. The marines would spout some nonsense about duty, or something and then tell him he's going down. The entire charade between pirates and marines was something tired and boring, something he cared little for. He just wanted to live his life crushing other pirates and honing his skills, was that too much to ask for?
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"Oh wait, you're telling me that man's name was Gehhilfe? Funny, I read it quite a bit differently." The admiral massaged his temple with his right hand, his left moving to stroke one of the long strands of hair that mad up his golden mustache. It was getting harder and harder to run the island it seemed, especially with that other pirate that ran a muck suddenly and just as quickly got away; it was just a pain in the ass for him to have to deal with that one and the frostbites, as well as these two brazen ones.

His head turned towards a blonde female with pigtails that stood in front of his desk, reclining in his rather expensive sloth boy leather chair. "Wendy, tell me, where did I go wrong? I was certain that I was being a good leader up to this point. Do you think so? Feel free to say no."

While the man's tone was calm and sincere, the captain across from him knew better; as her boss, he was testing to see how much support he would give him if the need ever arose. It was frankly annoying to deal with, knowing that there was only really one correct answer. Well, at least, she could use that one answer without feeling that she had betrayed her own thoughts. "No, sir. You've been a splendid leader, and continue to do so; its only a matter of time before we crush the current problems; that I am sure." Well, she didn't say she wouldn't suck up a little.

The rear admiral leaned further back into his chair before retrieving a fancy oaken pipe from the breast pocked of his white suit, lighting it with his lit thumb and taking steady drags. "Wendy, I want these munchkins dealt with. They are naught but small gnats slowly nipping at our protected feet, yet still close to the openings. We can't continue to have our name tarnished, especially after what happened to a certain other group of marines." The man paused, taking another quick drag, before scoffing. "Pygmy elephants indeed..."

"Consider it dealt with sir."
The two marines paused, looking at the man in front of them that apparently had a knack for sounding pretty good when he talked. His vocabulary was nice enough, the way he uttered his words done well enough, and the pitch was also well enough. Unfortunately for him, nobody who was a part of the marines currently in the process of capturing this pirate actually talked like that, and the same could be said for those who may or may not be looking for him, so the entire quality behind it all was left only to be considered uppity and annoying in a much more casual environment.

They exchanged looks, casting sideways glances at the pirate, before the big one sighed and scratched his beard with his right hand, while the female gave the pirate a simple pout.

"Right, because we're really going to skip out on a easy pay bonus for the sake of being all pacifistic and shit. How much are you worth again? Around fifty million or something like that? The bonus we're being promised is about as much as someone would get for bringing in a guy that's actually worth the time! If you're tryna' run because yer scared, that slick tongue of yours aint gonna do you any good." She looked on at her partner, sighing to herself as she palmed her face with her right hand. "Aint that right, Rook?"

"Aye, Scarlet. Son, did you know? The job of being a marine is a job." He paused, trying to let the emphasis he put in the word sink in. "We aren't fighting 'pointless battles' like you seem to believe. Sure, there's guys who are marines just for the hell of it, but must of us have them reasons. I'm trying to keep my waffle house from closing down, for instance. Scarlet here has her own business. Thing is, we need that price tag on yer head. Nothin' personal, but, like I said, this is just a job I need ta get where I need to be." He flexed his arms to loosen them up, sighing to himself. "Sorry kiddo, but letting a ten-hundred beli note fly by because maybe karma will pay you back won't help feed ya' family."

The man moved his hand upwards, quickly, reminiscent of a flipping motion, launching a vertical wave of compressed force at the young man. "Dead or alive, I still get my bonus."

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"I think we may be on to something, eh Sword?" They seemed to be taking their time in tracing over the area. It may have been very possible to find the mercury man much quicker if they actually moved quickly, but neither of the two marines thought it was worth their time to rush themselves. Sword only cared about putting herself against strong opponents without herself being hunted by everyone and their mother, while Looker was far too laid back to care about the whole promotion thing.

"Perhaps, but then that wouldn't really be much of a surprise. With your 'eyes', we have every ability to find whoever we want, whenever we want, at a moment's' notice." She really didn't seem too interested in the entire situation, and it showed. After all, it was just some measly pirate with an unimpressive bounty that didn't really do much for her tastes; if the guy suddenly obtained a one million beli bounty, maybe then she would be impressed enough to take the situation seriously.

"Well, I suppose I can feel good knowing you gave me a compliment today. Life is certainly worth living now." The sarcasm was pretty thick in his voice, and the whole thing came off as him being a douche; which, in fact, wasn't too far off.

"Just shut up and comb the area over."

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The living pile of shit wasn't entirely certain how to deal with this new development. While most would have screamed like completely fools and ran for their lives, this particular being was more interested in trying to worm his way out of it with his words, offering a drink and a meal. Well, certainly, this was a different approach.

A part of him wanted to send another attack this one's way, but another part couldn't help but feel a little interested; what kind of man could face a creature fashioned of fecal matter with that sort of calmness? It seemed fishy to be honest, but at the very least Rufus could oblige this one's attempt at saving himself.

"Well, this one's a first."

The shit seemed to be gathering from the walls, the crevices, pouring in at a ridiculous speed. Even the shit that was once of fire was absorbed into the mass, the flame put out with ease. It was all gathering at a point just in front of the puddle of mercury, condensing into a puddle of liquid poo, which rose up, forming a mouth-like formation at the end, much like that a worm would have in some cheesy animation.

"You must be a logia, too, right? If you're stuck like that, I can't see why you would be able to offer me any of that other...shit. Narhyarkhyarkhyark!"
Meanwhile, there seemed to be three dark black shapes flitting through the shadows, both unseen and unheard. They were incredibly quick, and their path seemed to be clear. Who, however, were these people, and why were they so interested in going unnoticed?
On another note, a rather familar bear was wandering the streets, accompanied by two marines that were moving it along with great difficulty. It was strange how the bear was just sitting on the ship, especially considering what specials it belonged to. But that wasn't important. What was important was the fact that it had taken Jim's arm when he so rudely kicked down a door on the frostbite ship; what a unique bear trap indeed.
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Sinne watched with a certain slightly disgusted interest as all the fecal matter on the walls and such, which included the flaming as well, all condense at a single point and rise up into a small mound with a mouth like opening on the end. "How observant for you to notice. I an indeed a logia and based on your words, you're a logia as well then, right?" the pirate said, the words more of a statement tha a question. However, the assassin knew that people did not like it when you stated facts about them without giving them a chance to rebuke your statement. The chef cringed internally at the man's laught as he carefully considered his reply. One wrong word could lead to unwarranted assumptions that could negatively impact his chances of escaping the sewers unharmed. The key was to give the man, for the voice sounded more masculine, enought to information to keep him interested in creating trust between each other and making sure to keep any potentially damaging information out of the coversation. It was a fine line, one that the wraith hoped that he would be able to traverse safely.

"You do bring up a good point, however, when we reach the end of the sewers and get out into the world, I will change back into the human form, which could easily lend itself to getting the drinks and food." Sinne said, his mouth appearing near the edge of the puddle and changing into a disarming smile. "I simply found that my current form would be more useful for traveling in the sewers than my human form, as I'm sure you are aware of." the pirate continued, hoping that none of his words offended the pile of shit in front of him. Truth be told, he would much rather sacrifice this insolent mound of fecal matter to his god, but his current circumstances were much less than ideal in helping to accomplish that fact, which was rather unfortunate. It was all that damned entertainer's fault. He was the reason that the assassin was in his current situation. "By the way, my name's Sinne." the chef introduced himself. While he was reluctant to give out his name, the wraith figured that the man would either know his name already, if he was with the Marines, or would never tell it to someone else, if the man lived in the sewers, which was another possibility.

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Akira sighed as he listened tio the two marines talks about justice and family and all that other non-sense. Her words assaulted his ears with her rough dialect which was completely devoid of any type of finesse. This woman was not one he'd invite out for a dinner despite her looks, more like he'd completely ignore her and keep moving. Whatever it wasn't as if it actually mattered these gusy were set in their thinking and nothing he said would be enough to actually change their mind. A fight between the two forces seemed inevitable and more likely one of them would die if it dragged on too long. That would be a total drag but it wasn't to bad it would seem, he could stall them long enough to run away. No one would be getting a promotion for turning in his head, not easily at least. You have to work to rob this cock.

Looking onward Akira's eyes focused on the powerful shockwave that was sent towards his direction. This would probably be a problem, this guy had to have some scary strength meaning the martial artist couldn't get close. If he did he'd get screwed because in a fight with strength he'd lose terribly, hell that was being modest he'd be completely dominated. So his main focus would have to be the woman at first, if he took her out he'd be able to keep his distance and just outspeed this guy. To begin with he'd have to deal with this shockwave, focusing on his body turning it into it's elemental state. He seperated his body as it condensed entirely into sand the shockwave merely passing through his body. Dodging the attack was a simple affair that required little to no effort on his part as he thanked whatever lord or god people praised these days that this guy did not have haki. After reforming his body into it's solid tangible state Akira placed a single hand on the ground as the sand rose up beneath the ground of the two marines. Each mound of sand forming itself into a spike that rose one meter from the ground in such odd angles and with such speed the sand was aware that even if he didn't strike one of them they'd be distracted for a moment. Well logically speaking that is then again logic hasn't played a huge part in the day's precedings have they.

However, Akira and the marines would soon be joined by another combatant as the massive terror guma smelled the scent of Akira in the air, the bear remembering his talk with Izuru. He had to watch the sand man at all times in to make sure he didn't run away or take the ship, so being captured by marines just wasn't in the best interest of the bear. A loud roar would erupt from the gullet of the creature as the marines around him would naturally be shocked and surprised, seriously if you saw a huge bear roar wouldn't you move? Using his massive strength the creature broke free of his restraints as he bounded towards Akira ready to tear the man apart, or save him, but most likely tear apart. Like Yogi hadn't eaten since morning and he was pretty sure that logias tasted good, then again he never liked sand in his food.

"Oh man Yogi's going to eat me."

This was the martial artist's only reply as he heard the loud savage roar of the creature Izuru had burdened with the task of watching him. He hadn't been gone that long had he? He had to wrap this up and make it back to the ship otherwise he'd be eaten and he was pretty sure being eaten wasn't high on his list of priorities. Like come on why him.
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There wasn't much going on, and it was beginning to get extremely boring, despite what was going on in his island. The rear admiral sat back, his eyes closed as he felt himself drifting off to sleep; sure, he had supernovas and trouble-making upstarts in his domain, but tht didn't mean that they were a real problem; if he decided to intervene, especially with his subordinates around. But that wasn't what was bothering him, per say.

"Sir."

"God dammit, lost my train of thought. Yes, Saab?"

The short man stood in front of him, his hands behind his back and his large bifocals shining on his face. Looking closely, it seemed he was wearing a lab getup, with a standard issue marine coat slung around his shoulders, as white as his balding hair.

"We've just got word from quite a few chefs on the island. They wish to speak with you."

The rear admiral blinked, shaking his head slowly as he began to think about just what was going on. The chefs? On the island? This wasn't good, the chefs were a primary sources of funds on the island, and their support of the world government made them an important piece to his superiors. Could they be wanting these new pirates to be gone as soon as possible? Would they have a strike? What exactly did this mean?

"Look, I'll get around to them soon enough. I think the issue are these pirates, and-" He heard a few shouts from outside his cozy little office, his ears perking up as he stared at the little man in front of him, followed by a few loud thuds.

"They...really want to speak with you."
The two marines were quick on the move, the woman grabbing the larger man by the waist and lifting him up, darting out of the are of effect of the spikes. It was clear things weren't going as well as she would like, but regardless it seemed this sandy bastard didn't have the ability to outright defeat him and her.

"Bastard. Using those fancy magical abilities to get by!" A pout, a red face, and a glare was all it took to understand just how mad the woman was at the sand man nearby. She set her bigger companion down, shaking her head slowly before sighing.

And then she and her partner turned to see a huge, hulking bear monster roaring and rushing towards the group, trailed by two familiar lieutenant commanders.

An exchange of glances, and it seemed like the two marines were trying to piece together the situation.

"The...hell?"
The two marines are searching and getting extremely close. Perhaps finding their target would be easier than they thought?
"Sin? You mean like the things that you aint supposed tah do? Really..." There was a long pause, but not too long, with the crap seemingly staring the mercury down.

"Cut the crap you shitty bastard! The fact that you would ask me, Silver Spoon Rufus to spare you because you're offering me food is insulting! Where the hell do you think you are, lad? I aint exactly the type to go for something like that!"

If it were possible for a piece of shit to get an angry face, this was certainly what it would look like. It was clear the plan to convince this sewer demon to spare him was neither the best plan, nor something that would work. At least, not the way he was going about it.

"I'll give you a head start."
The shapes continued to flit, converging upon the area that had taken the worst of the mercury flooding; the very epicenter of it all. It seemed that their target, at this point, was pretty clear.
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Things were not going well for Sinne, not going well at all. Not only was he reduced to the powerless puddle of mercury, spent too much time in the shitty sewer than he planned one, but the shit-man was not buying into his words, which was certainly the biggest problem right now. If he could not convince the man to help him then the pirate would be very hard pressed to escape the sewers in one piece. When the mound of shit became angry, the chef moved away ever so slightly back in preparation to run if the man decided to attack. Fortunately for the assassin, while the excrement man was angry and/or insulted, he still deemed the wraith worthy enough to give him a sporting chance to escape. However, Sinne suspected that even if he did take the offered head start, it would not make too much of a difference in the end, which would probably turn out to be rather unpleasant. No, the pirate had to try to persuade the shit-man one more time. As he spent several moments thinking about his situation and the man's words, something clicked in the chef's mind.

"Silver Spoon Rufus? Wait... I've heard that name before, in certain circles." the assassin began, pausing in the middle to give the indication as if he was thinking hard about it. "You're that chef, aren't you?" the wraith asked. Sinne was not sure whether or not the man was actually a chef, but based on his moniker and the fact that they were on an island that was renown for their chefs, it was a reasonable assumption to make. "Oh my! Please forgive me for my words! I never meant to insult you with that offer. I just did not fully realize that I was speaking to such a famous chef." the pirate gasped and exclaimed, pleading for forgiveness. Like before, the chef did not know if this Rufus was famous or not but since the man decided to mention his name in the conversation, at the very least he thought himself famous. And in the end, that is what really mattered. The assassin really hoped that his words would stroke the shit-man's ego. "I hoped you can forgive a fellow chef for his poor judgement." the wraith finished, 'lowering' his eyes to appear as if he was really seeking forgiveness for in a way he kinda was. If he man forgave him, then maybe he would not try to kill him.

However, as he kept his eyes lowered, Sinne wondered if this was the right course of action? After all, there was no guarantee that the man could be appealed to on the chef level. Hell, he was basically giving the pirate a way out. Granted that there was no guarantee that said way would actually work given the fact that the assassin did not know his way around the sewer and could and probably get lost rather than finding his way out before the shit-man caught up to him and pounded the proverbial and possibly the literal shit out of him. Perhaps it was time to take a chance and take up the man on his offer. "You know, Mr. Rufus, I think I'll take you up on your offer and if we meet again, I'll cook you up a very nice meal." Sinne said, bowing his "head" before darting away from the shit-man, his liquid body moving quickly through the sewer as far away from the chef as possible.
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The day had grown long and annoying, and the rear admiral was swamped with complaints of mercury seeping in and forcing businesses to close its doors. The restaurant owners were by no means happy, but, despite all the things that were going wrong... A man with a strange purple suit and a gold hook for his right hand was at the front of the mob, apparently acting as the orchestrated and commander in chief on the entire chef movement. His name was Zergs "The Bistro Butcher" Hauldings, and he was both mafia boss and top chef of the island, his word becoming what would be undoubtedly be considered law. Unless you were a marine who sat at the very top, however. Still, even then, his word was certainly worth noting. "Now, now, Mr. Rear Admiral, what have you wrought? You're actions not only set the public in a panic, but your inability to actually have safeguard's to stop all this is silly. I mean, you would think an island so rich in its marine forces would be able to spot the ship of known supernovas approaching its waters." The tall man smirked, brushing his already slicked-back grey hair, his hands stroking his full beard carefully, the patches of grey and black making for a rather cool effect. He clapped his hands a few times, openly mocking the high ranking marine; even if this man raised a hand to him, he knew that he could defeat him; the man had already done it before.

"But I digress, that's not the point. While you may be sitting here, thinking that I'm here to tell you to step your game up, I'm actually going to do the opposite. While the attacks, and the marine swarming has made those who visit here weary, it also makes them interested. Marines under this much trouble? Supernovas making their mark here? Just think how many poor schmucks will rush here just because of this huge event! Its funny, really." It would be accurate to say that it was a chuckle, but what really came out of the man's mouth was a huge noise that mimicked the sound of booming thunder; for those gathered, it was either intimidating or annoying. "Mr. Rear Admiral, let's get real. You're horrid incompetence has set us back some, but we can salvage this by putting on a good show for the masses. Me and you could easily destroy these upstarts, most likely, but that isn't exactly something that would be fun. We'll put on a show, let them go, then see what their actions from there will sow. Sound fine?"

As offended and agitated the rear admiral was, he knew this man was correct. He was aware what sort of organization he was working for, and just why the marine focus was just this heavy on the island. This island provided a lot of wealth for the marines, in the form of both money and materials. The food sold here was magical in quality, almost, and was great for helping marine soldiers train due to the quality of ingredients that promoted beneficial growth. A specialty of the butcher, showing his importance. Salvaging his business would be a large concern in the eyes of the rear admirals superiors, and passing this entire fiasco off as an attempt to promote the growth of said business was the best thing that he could possibly do; he nodded, solemnly, already feeling that the day would get all the more annoying.
The battle between sand man, bear, and two chefs didn't last long. Just as the bear was on its way, it vanished, almost if dragged away by some strange portal. The same would be said for the sand man, who, honestly, could have fought his way out of it all if given the proper strategy.

While that may have been what the two marines had seen, who were now sitting there confused as all hell, what really happened was that a group of two had come and scooped up both bear and sand man, neither of the captives being able to resist (the bear outmatched in sheer power and the sand man unable to act because of seastone and a strong grip), only to be deposited on the other side of the island. Or, at least, that may have been what it felt like. In all honesty, they were dropped at the pans, away from the focus of the marine presence. For now, they were safe enough, but what was going to happen from then on was as much a mystery as why the bear was currently nibbling on the sand man's head; guess all the food made him really hungry.
The mercury man moved, just as fast as he could with his mercury form. Which was damn fast, by the way. "Ten...nine...eight...seven..." But then the poop man's countdown was cut off by the arrival of two simple, very familiar forms. "You...! The man that had me fired! You! The woman whose father was the reason I was fired! I'll fucking kill you!" He was tired of all the bullshit that was going on today. Tired of all the things that wasn't going his way. So he forgot the noisy assassin for a second for the sole purpose of directing all of his hate and rage towards the two responsible for all the shit he got into.

He lost, horribly, with the fight lasting all of five seconds after one of the two marines decided that setting that piece of shit on fire would be a good idea. Poor Rufus, he almost managed to get a win today. Isn't that some really crap?

As for Sinne, he continued to run. Much like a female dog, he ran, and with all the speed of that same dog he managed to reach a manhole cover. Now, while the prospect wasn't the greatest, the assassin realized that now had control of his body. Just how long had he been moving, exactly? It was really a shame that, in his haste, he had disregarded both the time and a few covers on his way, his only thought being to put some distance between him and the other logias. He had reverted to his natural form, pushing the cover up with enough strength to move through the opening.

...Only to run into four, various sized, darkly garbed people that looked very much like those real, old school assassins. They beckoned him to follow, and while he was thinking that it may not be the best option, he had to think that he could use these people as either bait or shields if the need arose. So he followed the lot, other members of the funeral wraiths, finally finding his ticked to get away from all the trouble.

Who knew, he actually did have people who were actually trying to save him.
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