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Giant James and the Peaches; Dauntless Crew SL
Topic Started: Aug 7 2013, 11:52 PM (2,580 Views)
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Right about now the tensions were pretty high in the air of this danky little bar on the shore line of Awestrlia's coastal town, social pressure between the local vagrants and husbands escaping the presence of their wife's was unsettling. The people whom which were not with The Imposter had started to give them an almost awkward amount of space between them and most of the Grey Butterflies members whom were all look towards the Raggedy man and The Imposter, the space was a good eight feet from any innocents the drunk simply stood where they may. The sounds of this bustling somewhat large bar had fallen to something which was really somewhat a still silence in the now less than cheery atmosphere of the place at the moment. People were still moving and doing as they may at the front as one messy ugly waitress held all the orders but she did not speak a word as she ran from the bar to customers serving them rapidly. There was enough space that it would seem somewhat empty if you were sitting at the bar such but the entire barside of any customers except for namely The Imposter and his friends other than the Raggedy Man whom seemed not to simply notice what was going around him at the very moment and was slumping over as he seemed to be handling whatever that had happened the night before.

It was almost like everyone knew something was going to happen between the new hotshot within the Grey Butterflies, if this job goes good he will be in there on his boss's success as he is the supreme actor now for The Black Snake. If he can make himself a legacy and perhaps kill the original he could be cemented with a lot of historical acts in his tale on his way to the top, feed his children and buy him a good wife from Arabasta for 50 ::beli:: all that one could desire really. The weapons in which all of the men carried could easily pierce thin veils of iron so most armor was useless against its powerful shot, these black market guns were nothing to be trifled with the common fodder of the blues so it was easy to mess with such a small town with such heavy fire power. Each carried a fully loaded cartridge within their guns and it would be refunded upon a deed for the gang so the bullets were not to be wasted but those whom had high prestige sometimes carried another perhaps on rare occasions in case of a big heist within the community which tended to be little due to them being a very large fish in a small pond.

They never really used them much though, in this small town there are only a select few whom which can fight against a criminal gang that seeks to monopolize its surroundings and assert itself as top dog. The people,militia and the marines whom which were aware of their presence were quickly brought straight by their strength in numbers and their strong knowledge of their surroundings. As the men were brought up within town of Awestralia there was not very much they did not know about the surrounding area which they could not bring to their advantage during a chase, Family relatives would also usually prefer to shelter their members if they were running from operatives from the marines within a chase so not many men would be foolish to be caught by some scrubs from another island.

The destructive power of the Grey Butterflies handguns were tested out on a few valuable items within the community including a statue of a massive peach in the center of town in which shouted out to the populace that such a weapon slept within their mists, Fear for them all to know that there was a force watching and does not care for whats dear. The firing ability of the men was dwindling like a concentration of water being diluted by the nonstop insignificant hot shots who act like cannon fodder for the elders dwindling their men to a pile of shite bags with glass jaws just ready to be broken on the floor.
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Eric looked at his captain shoveling peaches into his mouth, ginning happily as he did it. He looked like a child eating a bag of sweets. The Juices were dripping of his chin, and the piles of peach seeds were piling up. Eric reached for a peach on the ground As he picked it up, he gave it a little sniff it smelled fresh and sweet. As he was about to open his moth, a huge earth shaking boom sounded. The ear began to shake, and completely un prepared for it, Eric fell flat on to his back. The world began to spin as his hat slowly rolled away form him.

"What was that" Eric groaned as the shaking stopped.

Eric slowly stood up Looking around, there didn't seem to be any really noticeable damages, other then peaches now covered the ground. Eric felt his head, and was startled by the the lack of his hat. As Lurren went over to check a near by town, Eric began to search for his lost hat. He started to looked by were he fell. not there. It must have rolled away, Eric thought to him self as he went to look near a near by tree. He promptly found it, resting near by a large pile of peaches. As Eric bent down to pick it up, a small face peered at him from behind a tree not to far away. Eric slowly placed his hat on his head and reached his left hand onwards the face. The face shrieked away, and the small form it belonged to scurried to another tree slightly father away. Standing up Eric tuned away from the tree, and took a step forward, and as he did that he heard a scurrying from behind him. Turning his head around he saw the small face again, this time Eric could get a better look at who it was. It was a young girl, aprox 5 years or younger. She wad small eyes, pale skin, and long black hair.

"It's okay" Eric says in a calm friendly voice. Reaching his right hand out to her, He motions his hand for her to come over. She eventually comes out form behind the tree.

"Thats right, it's okay i wont hurt you." Eric say, as he evaluates the girl, she seemed malnourished in away, thin and weak. Her cloths were what one would call rags, it was a peach bag. She slowly walked towards him, As Eric crouched down to her hight.

"Are you all right?" Eric asked her, she eater couldn't, or was too afraid to speak. She just stared at him with wide, sad eyes.

"Do you live around here?" He kept asking this girl, she nodes her head, and points to a nearby village.

"Do you have family there?" She nods her head no

"Friends?, Work?" She again shake her head no

"Then why are you here" She lists her shoulders.

"Still, lets get you back" Eric says holding out his left hand to her. She places her tiny hand in his hand and he begin to walk towards the town with the girl coming along with him. On there way back, Eric noticed Lurren heading back to the ship, and jay , who seemed to be dealing with several large thug like characters.

"Stay here, okay" Eric tells the girl, she nodes in agreement, but not before squeezing his hand.

"So, Jay what did I miss?" Eric calls form behind Jay.
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"We dont get many of you around these parts...."

A well mannered but somewhat hesitant voice said. Why was it hesitant... its heart was thumping, but why was it thumping,Oh yes right, addrenaline coursing through him causing his blood too rush in a state of ecstasy. It was so endearing to conquer the fears we set ourselves when we were young. The social taboos our parents taught us when we were young. You could be a cold hearted man and still get a few rushes. Matter of a fact one of the biggest rushes anyone usually experiences is the excitement in which comes with the thought of seeing someone die. Its like a sick pleasure most people usually feel sometimes, I dont know. Most men would never usually interfere in the killing of another, the sheer shock prevents them thoughts go through their head of how it could not be happening to them, this is where I come across a very non spoke about concept in most every day litrature. "No one ever sees themselves as the villain." In real life no one really thinks of themselves badly, guilt travels through all men and if they commit sins they feel bad, A morality is an opinion which is a very discussable thing in worth because its all consequential therefore all concepts on morality are somewhat null when confronted with the popular opinion thinking logically. Your subconcious causes guilt that is more vocal than most, a twitch, a tell so you will that not everything is right. The curly haired man slowly looked up and over at the barkeep who had asked him the question. The vision of the man was somewhat blurred as his eyes were still adjusting to the candle and torch lit pub. He looked over at the man and slowly smacked his dry flakey lips as he was adjusting himself to speak.

"Your still groggy I see..."


The barkeeper slowly pulled his weight back abit and bent his knees as he grasped a hand carved glass and filled it at a nearby sink from a tap which was attached too a filtered hose running from the nearby sea. He walked up to The Raggedy Man and placed the glass near him as he looked at him curiously... he had not unslumped from the bar for awhile. Normally this man would ask such a homeless jake of a tramp too leave forcefully with the right side of a wine bottle but not yet, under the orders his identity was to be found.

"Here, Take this...."

The barkeeper grimaced. The Raggedy Man slowly curled his hands around the glass as the barkeep placed a small ice in. The man pulled back from the table and pulled the water too his lips quite quickly as he began drinking from the glass till it was empty with a new meaning too haste for the current speed he was moving....nothing was said...he leaned back and seemed to relax before leaning forwards and taking a deep sigh of relief....

"Ororororororororoororo............!"
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The crew’s attitude toward the thugs only pissed them off as they were completely ignored and underestimated. Even though Lurren managed to slip by with the majority of them still there the thugs weren’t going to let them get off that easy. David was in a very relaxed mood appearing as if he did not have a care in the world as his face all the way down to his shirt was covered with drippings from the peaches he had gobbled down. Those thugs were the least of his concerns at the moment. Finding a doctor among all those hungry and scraggly looking folk would prove harder then he thought. With that thought in his mind, he wondered what kept Delilah. He hadn’t really expected her to watch over their guest the entire time they visited the island missing out on the all the peachy delights.

Instead of paying any mind to the thugs’ frustration David was intrigued more than anything was Jay’s preference for apples over peaches. He was almost convinced that Jay was a tasteless oaf if apples were more pleasing to his palette. “Your head busted or something? Eric what do you think? Which is better? Peaches or apples?” David joking asked as he ventured off.

Finally feed up with the crew’s antics the four thugs got into gear as they stormed behind them ready to blindside them. Each of them oddly had sharp claw like hands. A strike from those sharp claws would have no problem tearing through flesh seriously wounding an individual. Had David been playing them any mind he could have easily evaded them but his lack of attention allowed them to get dangerously close. Just before one of them was within arm’s reach, he unexpectedly came crashing to the ground. David as well as the other thugs halted their movement to see what had just happen.

“What a dope. You asked for it now…” David said as he didn’t seem to phased by the assault or lack of there was. Protruding from the fallen thug’s back was a black throwing knife. It was obvious to him who’s handy work it had been. Off in the not so far distance was Delilah standing in the shadow of one of the many surrounding peach trees. The Thug rose to his feet panting and wincing from the pain as he hadn’t expected the be struck from behind. Having been caught off guard but a similarly underhanded tactic such as the one they tried to pull off they only grew angrier.

Though Delilah had hoped, the thugs would turn tail it appeared that that wouldn’t be the case and drew several more of her knives for the occasion. David watched from his distanced position uninterested as the one Delilah struck came for her while the others pursued them. Though a confrontation was inevitable, David was in no mood to fight. To what would be most frowned upon by Jay, David did what came natural to him. Without as much as drawing his sword David turned tail himself and ran. With his limbs flailing in the air as he carried his sack of peaches around his neck he ran, quite literally, circles around the thug chasing him. Being nowhere nearly as swift as David he couldn’t hope to catch him unaided. Each attempt to strike him missed it’s make angering him to no end.

David did not actually fear them but had a good time laugh at the poor bastard as he tried in vain. His loud and now boisterous laughter had caught the attention of the town’s people as many of them watched at a distance to see what the ruckus was about. Being the type of person David was he could not turn down putting on a show as he showboated for the folks much to their amusement.

“You can’t hit the broadside of a barn. Is that really all you got? Dewhohohohoh!” David said tauntingly as he slapped his ass giving the thug something to aim for.

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Quite notabally the atmosphere seemed too noisen up after the Bartender started engaging with the man, the people at this tavern were used too the cloak and dagger antics of the Grey Butterflies and knew not to get in their way as such a feat would bring a swift but steady death apon them. It was good simply to let whatever they were doing go along smoothly if necessairy unless they wanted a healthy beating of knuckle sandwhich to explain to their wife in the morning or boss at work when your just trying to have a night out with the lads.

"Cack!"

After making somewhat a sigh of relief the raggedy man grasped towards his throat somewhat endlessly like he was gasping for air. He looked over at the bartender with somewhat rage and confusion sprawling straigh across his dirty slimey face. He seemed relatively more awake now though rather than the half gleekit mess which was laying around on the Bartender's stools and standing near somewhat important people. He continued too gasp somewhat after calming down a little, he had a look about him like the Bartender had given him some kind of lethal poisen which was suppose to kill him and just told him after he had drank it but really.

"'fink yer fukin clever makin meh drink yer own piss!"

The Raggedy Man suddenly whipped out his arm out like some sort of switch blade as he directly pointed at the man with a frown developing at his hairy brows. His nose wrinkled and his lips frowned as he seemed to make a scene, most of the customers noticed that this guy was clearly violent in nature so The Imposter whom which was sitting along from whom which was dressed as The Black Snake but couldnt possibly be him so it be best if he took care of the situation rather then the Bartender using some of the rat poisen he had under the till to kill him with since he obviously was not looking at what he was drinking. He smirked as his dark desires began to erupt as he poured a glass of whiskey into his glass as he looked over at what he seen as a disgusting disgrace of a shit stain on his beautiful peachy peach island. The people whom which where a member of these gangs and commited crimes were simply townspeople. They didnt know about how xenophobic and mean they were being to their beloved guests which is somewhat tragic as they want to increase the culture and income of their people but by cutting of negotiations with others they are monopolizing in infamy as they prevent them from being seen well.
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Turning to Eric the blacksmith would nod and chuckle a bit, “Nothin’ much man, just the captain thinking Peaches are better than apples, for whatever reason. Some numbnuts wannabe thugs, trying it on with Miss Lurren, and some weird explosion…” Yawning a bit the captain seemed to pause to ask Eric what he thought was better and rolling his eyes the blacksmith moved to one of the nearby trees and take a squat near the roots of said tree, just in time to see one of the thugs appear, and then collapse onto himself, chuckling a bit he slowly rose up and began to click his back “Well..Seems like I get some fun anyw- For god sakes…” Watching his captain run around the fighter merely shook his head with a sigh and turned around the tree to see one of the other thugs, continueing to shake his head he continued “Don’t expect me to run, I need something to give me a good fight. So at least warm me up a bit before I break you in, ‘kay?

Smiling a bit Jay took out his two escrima sticks, which both usually formed his Bo staff, but this was a warm up exercise not a full fight spinning them around the thug came straight for the karate island native, and with such slow speed he was able to merely lean out of the way of it, as he tried to cut him with a measly knife. This went on for a few attempts at slashes and jabs back and forth and the large black haired vagabond had barely moved an inch before bringing his left hand around in a circle and flicking the same arms wrist downwards he brought the piece of iron down onto the wrist of the thugs knife hand. A crack echoed out as the knife was dropped, the wrist wasn’t broken, nor was it shattered as he had planned to make him last.

Hopping back a bit, Jay was glad that he was already scrambling to pick the knife back up, the sudden hit to his joint caused him to drop the weapon, and Jay was only hinting at the fight that was to come, this wasn’t the fight he had prayed for but it would do for now.
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"A true drinker, aye?"

The smart mouthed young youth whom which was impersonating the famous pirate approached with some what a cocky swagger. He walked slowly with his hand on the barside as he approached. The Raggedy Man had not seemed to notice his approach even though he was so close to him previously due to his innebriation but he had noticed the man was very well dressed in what seemed to be to him the lastest fashion, In this man's universe he was the trend setter for a generation in fashion. Mind you this is only after he has around half a barrel full of gin and starts screaming about why no one is complimenting his shoes or complimenting the casselrole he made in imitation of his good Ol' Okama Uncle Bob the baby sitter on thursday a good ol' friend of his father, apparently he was a pastor as well during the day when his father wasnt digging trenches in the night. Long story short the man was quite nice to look at for the man as he turned around a large toothy grin came a cross his pale face behind his long curly black greasy hair. He began to stroke his large phalic shovel as he stared over at the man giddy like a child.

"Yes I am..."


His cheeks whent a strong rosey red as he began to cuddle his shovel as he was getting excited as he pulled back his dirty white lab coats flaps to reveal his bare stinky chest stinking of body oder as he reached down into his underwear and pulled a 70 cl bottle of this brown murky liquid spirit. The imposter's face turned a pale white as he looked at the Raggedy Man in awe of his creepy and disgusting nature. He pulled away his poker face as he frowned and grasped from under the bar somewhat out of character a bottle of peach cider and placed it on the bar as he looked over at the man.

"Surely you've not heard of this island's famous pear cider...."


The man looked at the Raggedy Man with a look as if he surely does not think that the man was actually going to drink that over the local cuisine. The Raggedy Man looked back with a cold as steel glare which did not shift...he looked at the cider.

"Try my drink..."
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David was getting a thrill off game of cat and mouse. Having an audience really made it all worthwhile as he heckled his pursuer. With the difference in their agility, he easily kept him at bay. The goon soon began panting, as he could not keep up. It was not long before he stopped chasing David completely while he knelled over gasping for breath. It took David a moment to notice creating a great distance between the two. Once he had realized it David began to pout as it was no fun if he gave up so easily.

Meanwhile as Jay and Delilah dealt with their own adversaries he figured he would follow Jay’s example and have some fun with these guys. “If you’re not going to chase me I’m going to come after you!” David muttered as he drew his katana from it’s sheathe. It seemed as a good of a time as any to break in his prized katana. David then began charging toward the goon which surprised him see David reconsider contesting them. Wanting to savor the fight David thrusted his sword half heartily at the winded man as he was barely able to avoid the slew of attacks aimed for him. A grin slowly etched across Davis’ face as he watched him tiredly fumble around.

It wasn’t long before the goon found himself backed against a tree with nowhere to run. As his back hit the tree David lunged forth driving his katana into his shoulder blade. Having caught his prey it irked him that it had been that easy. As he retracted his blade, blood gushed forth allowing the goon to clutch at his wound and stare lividly at David as he still had fight in him. The prospect of a worthwhile opponent excited David as his eyes widen with anticipation.

“That’s it. Let’s see how you handle this.” David swiftly thrusted his sword once again trying to get him caught up in his pace. Barely avoiding the attack David then switched gears and began throwing the thrusts more rapidly. Unable to coop with the speed the goon was stopped in his tracks just covering his face like a turtle. The hooked thrusts landed rapidly one after another raining on him staining the once clean untarnished blade a bright blood red. David grew wilder and wilder finally ending his assault with a kick to the man’s torso toppling him over onto his back.

Bloodied and exhausted from the blood lost he laid sprawled out on his back panting. David didn’t miss a beat as he didn’t let up and continued to kick the defeated man. His stomping continued until his iron greaves, like his sword, were stained red. It was not until Delilah approached David from behind jerking him by his shoulder to stop. David whirled around to see that Delilah had dispatched of her own enemy who lied on the ground face down litter with knifes in his back as well as Jay who had disarmed his. Even further more surprising was the response of the villagers.

Before he knew it David felt a thump on his back. At first he thought more peaches were falling from the trees but eventually he noticed that he was being pelted by them. The villagers were lashing out against them. David was baffled as to why they for an unruly bunch like them but did not feel like sticking around to inquire. Having returned to his sense he looked as uninterested as he had been before and beckoned the others to leave with him as he gathered his harvest of peaches as more peaches were being hurled at him. “Tsk. Let’s get out of here!” David didn’t get it but he didn’t care. Maybe he wouldn’t ever get it. “They asked for it. Why stick up for them. What makes them better then me?...”
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The Raggedy Man gestured over to the drink, it seemed intimidating in itself. It was a spirit he had made from engine oil which he siphoned from multiple ships he had sailed on and peanuts that are left sitting there at pub's hes been shoving that shit down his pants and he distilled it and this is what he had made. It was incredibly alcoholic perhaps extremely flammable and in no way good for human consumption from first glance. The Imposter sat there staring deeply at the liquid as a cold sweat came down his head as he shook his head somewhat simply out of reaction at the notion of drinking this.

"You really cant mean."


The Raggedy Man stared at the boy as his hairy food hole gibbered out some nonsense about not drinking it as he held somewhat very unshifting glare as if he was disgusted with his refusal as he began huff and puff slightly. He slowly grasped the handle of his shovel and began to row it around as he looked down. The man seemed to stare at him blankly the people whom which were associated looked onward as they approached slowly,

"What seems to be the problem? Are you really hassling the Black Snake!?"

A ornery young man gave it a way. He was standing around six foot eight and he looked down at the two. He was a former collegue of the imposter and they had been good buddies right up until he got a promotion, he knew that the man was gonna begin to become much wealthier than him just due to him being the guy whom was picked and he was impatient to get the ball rolling so it was the last time he would ever see the guy. I suppose its kind of lame for a guy to lash out on each other like that but the world of organised crime had changed how important the value of nakama were amongst the people who lived there due to gang mentality being changed from fustration to cold logical money making. The young man had a small pencilly beard and mustache but a bald head. No bald man could be The Black snake as he was known to have a mop of black hair and a drinking problem at least. If the Imposter was to cower to an offer of a drink he would surely not be playing the character right. The Raggedy Man smirked devilishly as he grasped the glass of water and poured the contents of his drink into it. He began to laugh under his breath before tossing it over to The Imposter as he looked up at the two gents the other party of a half a dozen guys began to surround the two. It was done very catiously but certainly as The Imposter had seemed to lost his confidence, they had to be ready to act at any moment to make sure this hungover tramp doesnt ruin everything. All eyes were on The Imposter as he slowly began to churn the glass in his hands nervously even though it was diluted with water.
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The man hadn’t really learnt he was out matched in almost every way, or perhaps he did and knew he couldn’t do anything about it. Tilting his head to the his right side the large muscled blacksmith would bring up his left hand and signal for the thug to come at him once more, this time the thug seemed to put everything into charging. Normally it would be far too easy to simply side step and trip him up, and watch as he’d fly straight into the tree, however the native of Karate island watched as he came at him and tried to stab him a few times. Sighing a bit Jay allowed the knife to barely miss him, as not to hurt the man’s ego as much. A couple of times he felt the cold iron from the flat of that small knife on the sides of his hips. Giving a heavy sigh he said “You know, if you weren’t leaning so much forward you’d have more strength and speed with the jabs…” As a jab was nimbly dodged the escrima stick wielder spun out to the thugs right and brought around one of his own iron weapons.

The clang of metal on bone rang out as it hit him square on the elbow, not with any force, more to make the noise and for the thug to leap back holding his arm as the vagabond began to explain “Also if you’re going to jab like that, keep your elbow to your hip and move out, and at a perpendicular angle to the bicep….This is simple stuff, who taught you? The local ‘gang’” Looking about the blacksmith brought one of the iron rods up to rest on the same shoulder, noting the rest of the circumstances that was going on around him the wild haired young man seemed to deflate a bit, however he saw a crowd beginning to gather on the horizon of the trees. Turning to face them the blacksmith left his back to the thug he was trying to educate, there were footsteps behind him, as Jay began to squint a bit, half turning his body he would bring around his left arm. Which was now closest to the footsteps, and brought the rod around with a flick of his wrist.

With a loud crack and a groan from the thug the first mate of this motley pirate crew was content that he had hit the man, in some form, and as he was still groaning then that meant he was still alive. Then came the first projectile, moving to one side this open minded pirate narrowly avoided it, the second one he tried to knock straight down, but as the escrima stick hit the soft fruit it exploded into juice and pulp which covered the wild haired mans head. Sighing and running a semi free hand from his face up and back over his head, he knew the juices would caused severe stickiness later. Turning to David he managed to just hear the order above the growing noise of the crowd.

Falling in line with a light jog he asked the captain “What did you do this time Cap’?”
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After a few almost shockingly tense and still moments The young Imposter slowly lifted the glass to his lips as he looks over at the man. He slowly cleared his throat before putting the glass on the bar. He had a look on his face, a very determined look like he was about to do something which called apon his survival instinct which got him so far. He slowly lifted his right hand blocking over the chap who was coming forward and those whom which had somewhat surrounded the two within the conversation as he looked somewhat annoyed at them causing them somewhat to relax a little. Their belief in the man had somewhat faltered with how he had been so timid but now he seemed full of confidence. He looked at The Raggedy Man and sighed smirking wide as he pulled his hand gun from his doctor's jacket and then placed it on the table, he then lifted up his knuckle's and cracked them as he slowly grasped hold of the bottle of strange spirit which was on the table as he then took another glass from under the bar, giving the bartender a fiendish glare as he did so. He placed the glass on the bar and then poured a small drink as he looked over at him with somewhat a planned menancing demanor about his look, he seemed like he had one up his sleeve and that was to offer the man the drink as well to test the toxicity of this drink. Whatever this shitty homeless tramp was about to give him surely did not look hygenic at all. The fucking bartender doesnt even want to look at it, I mean for crying out loud how does this man carry an entire 70 cl bottle of this shit around in his boxxers anyway, the thought of ball sweat made this guy want to stop this anyway he could.

"Why not join the festivities I dont want to drink alone..."


He smiled like he had somewhat thought he had caught him. His drink was diluted, when this brainless moron drinks this stuff he will be drunk enough too be booted right of this shit hole no problem. He will just take a little sip and then grab his gun and pop him on the spot. Non of the shitheads within this bar were gonna do anything if he killed a foreigner so why should he fucking care about subtley this guy gives him the absolute creeps! The Raggedy man slowly leaned over his glass as he began to shake violently as he stared over at the Imposter with a transfixed toothy smile which covered his entire face. He grasped the glass with his full hand as he then slowly not even glancing at it with a very firm grip. Asking an alcoholic simply compells a dark nature in the man, one that should not even be mention to be tempted. He could drink for days and hours, and the sins he commits with his Black Reaper cause such guilt and lament that keep him drinking. Now he has to drink, with out it he has no reason for living it fills him up with a fire like no other and he will be the man who would of been known as the greatest doctor in the blues even above that of the most famous pirates such as Leanders if it wasnt for such setbacks and guilt in his life which causes him to roam these seas.

"Bottoms up, Eh!"


He sounded out with a bellowed snort as The Raggedy Man then raised the glass too his lips as The Imposter lifted his hand to stop him, The Raggedy Man stared at The Imposter quite angrilly. He was raring to go, it was never this long for him to start drinking again, that was why he fell asleep in this motherfucking bar, if it wasnt for these twats giving him bloody water and all their pish cider talk then he would of been able to start drinking in the first place. The Imposter was shitting himself to be honest, he didnt know what he was going to say to prevent this from proceeding. Their was an awkward pause as everyone looked onto the two with heavy glares as they all patiently awaited the end to this event. The Imposter made a nervous soft smile as he then looked up at The Raggedy Man's eyes and sighed with somewhat a sign of defeat,annoyance,acceptance and relief all in one but surely not one that sounded very healthy for his concious or his belief this was the right thing to do at all.

"Sorry I guess its drinkable...ha..."

The Imposter was defeated into it finally and was finally caving into having to drink this pish from the sweaty balls of this vagrant who they found on the bar floor. The lengths he had gone for the aqusition of a calm plan was beyond him but he then slowly proceeded to drink from the glass swiftly. The Raggedy Man looked happy, this was the first time anyone in the blues had tried some of his shit man, this was a remarkable occasion. He never thought his homebrew would ever be tempted by the weak hearted...if he survives it maybe diluting it is the method for him to make this stuff marketable... his face then had a large toothy smile as he began too giggle looking at the man holding his shovel somewhat steady as his eyes had a dark shadow about them as he smelt the scent of the drink. Before the man could even get a grasp of the slow taste The Raggedy Man opened his lips and said.

"Of course it is! I am the legendary doctor! The Black Snake! Kuroda!"

He belted out in laughter with a loud groggy voice so loud the entire room could hear The Raggedy Man unless they were somehow hard of hearing, it caused men to drop glasses and women to gasp as this was the play ground, his hell's kitchen, A place in which sells alcohol. All whom had heard of him heard it was said that strange things occur that no men ever can recover of...but they dont die so they can live with it forever. It was him all along The Raggedy Man revealed his true identity causing The Imposter to lean back drinking the entire contents of the flask he was drinking in haste by accident, as he removed his glass from his lips to grab his gun, His insides were overcome with an overwhelming burning sharp pain as he felt like he was choking as he quickly began to grasp at his asophagus as he began to gasp violently and cough without much help causing his men to once again to fall from morale and panic violently.

"Muzashi Sake!, The strongest sake in the entire South Blue!"

Kuroda said somewhat with a menancing non chalant attitude as like he was that suprised tha everyone was so scared, well no man is ever the villain within their own tale. Kuroda in truth was as bad as he drank but this was a very little ammount so far but he was feeling extremely perky due to the quality of the brew in which he had made by himself to his tastes, not everyone elses. He had somewhat a dark tone about his voice and he seemed more energetic than before but still unorthadox and ill in complexion even though he was overall perky now pale as always. He placed the glass down as he leaned back on thee bar with his elbows placing their weight on the bar. The surrounding Grey Butterfly members were still all dull in motion from the initial shock that he was here. Some went out to tell the remaining members of their motion in town, little did they know the division who had engaged with the Pirate Crew were having more than they could handle. Kuroda stared at The Imposter with an annoyed look as he sighed with a somewhat annoyed tone about it as he was ashamed of his Imposter's ability to handle his drink, surely this was a very weak mockery of him or this was what people really thought he looked like, some greasy homeless looking guy who wears a doctor's coat, get real.

"Iyyyyseeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, are you some kind of fucking baby that shit was diluted, You should be feeling the effects of all the other shit I put in there. I feel as grand as a dickens!"

Kuroda then began too laugh and below loudly in front of all to see, the dance was about to begin as only one of the Grey Butterflies were able to escape. Andjoo the snake made his way to the door and rammed the lead runner with a lighting fast leaping headbut. That would prevent anyone else from continuing to run and tell the marines about this entire little escapade as that would really get his master into a pickle, he was his food not theirs. The snake was strong enough to take the young man out with a single strike due to its enourmous ornery stout size, it was built like a tree trunk and it hit like a mace. The men whom which surrounded the snake grasped for their guns quickly as the party was about to start, Andjoo began to get ready to move as the men which were around Kuroda then started to suddenly act whilst the man whom claimed to be thee Muzashi Kuroda was sitting there looking dolly playing with his glass tumbler wanting more as the bartender hid behind the bar as he expected gunfire.


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Muzashi Sake! Rank 23
Type: Support [Food of the Warriors]
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Stats: +4 Strength
Description: Kuroda's own special brand of sake distilled from engine lube and discarded peanuts. He always keeps a fresh bottle tucked sneakily between his gentle sack in case the world gets too much for him. Of course the booze is free for consumption of others but it certainly doesn't taste very nice!

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David ran without looking back without a second thought. He did not imagine that so many of the small nit South Blue island communities would be so aggressive to outsiders. It seemed even without a big name or reputation he would be rejected as an outcast. At that moment, he realized the onset that being a pirate might not be as glamorous as he once believed. The romance he thrived for and sought was not anywhere to be found. He found himself on another island full of struggling urchins with a ship that would sink at any moment.

Having gotten away from the angry group of locals, David stopped his sprint to catch his breath as he led them deeper into the island. Much to his displeasure their encounter left him a mess as the peaches broke on impacts as they nailed him covering him in peach bits. Even shaking the bits loose did not help to remedy the stains left leaving him sticky and smelling of peaches. Delilah in a similar condition approached David shaking her head in disapproval. “Still think being a pirate is such a good idea? Let’s just… Go home.”

David did not even give her so much as a glance as she spoke. “Not even an option. There is no room for me there and I am not interested in being the King’s dog. I will save that king of work for Samuel. He is the head of the house anyway. It is not as if I could go even if I wanted too. We have to buy a ship here and find a doctor.” Their irksome endeavor had to be continued and with a tactful approach. He knew the people would not be receptive to violence as he saw.

Without even noticing, it he still clung on to his katana unsheathed and quickly returned it to its scabbard knowing he was bound to freak out people wielding a bloodstained sword. Not too sure, of which direction they should head he just ventured around aimlessly looking for any sign of business. It was not until they approached a tavern could he hear shouting from within. Next thing David knew a man running from within the inn crashed right into him as he fled from the bar.

“Crap man watch where you’re going!” David exclaimed as he dusted himself off as if the man bumping into him sullied him any more then he already was. Even more to his annoyance the man didn’t seemed to pay David even the slightest bit of attention as he was too worried about getting away from what was going on within the bar. “Hey I’m talking to you pal! What’s you’re deal!” Delilah patted David on his shoulder as a notion to let it go and then pointed into the bar for him to look in.

Letting the person go David turned his attention to the commotion within the bar. Much to his surprise a large snake stood in front the doorway blocking it from the inside. He had never seen a snake quite that size and he could see why that man freaked out and ran for the hills. The way the snaked moved and guarded the door he could see it was not letting anyone out. “Who the hell let this beast in the bar!? Jay do something. Step on it or something!” Thought considering the size of the snake simply stepping on it to kill it was easier said than done. Furthermore, it seemed like they had stumbled upon something bigger than the snake being as many of the men insider where all armed with guns aimed to shoot at an man who looked even dirtier then David at the moment which said a lot. Not eager to jump into the fray he stood and watched as he thought Kuroda faced certain death.
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Though they were supposed to be running from this hoard of people anyone actually paying attention would notice that they weren’t really trying hard to catch the pirates, and were just getting them outside of what could be their town boundaries, still as the captain seemed to ignore Jay’s question he didn’t tell the boy. Often did he wonder whether the captain was really thinking or planning and even more often did the karate island native try to teach or at least guide the young captain to think for himself or at least take in the bigger picture rather than the small skirmishes he often seemed to find himself in.

Until this was accomplished however Jay knew that he would be stuck taking it all in for the captain to ensure most people lived in the situations the captain seemed to drag them through, even as the captain ran head first into a man coming from a nearby building. The large vagabond brought himself down to a slow jog, and then to a stop doing a quick head count. Unfortunately the blond who wanted to cause more arguments and cause the captain to fall into confusion and harsh anger seemed to have kept up, with a mental sigh the blacksmith took out his tools ready for a fight as David signalled to the snake in the doorway, narrowing his eyes to the beast Jay looked back to the captain and brought the two escrima sticks together. With a click and a twist they joined to form a Bo staff almost the size of the blacksmith himself.

Placing one end of the staff on the ground Jay tilted his head to the situation in the doorway, before back to the captain who was probably getting himself up off the floor before saying “I’ll pass… Big ass snakes that aren’t attacking me, usually go under the mental category of “Do not piss off”. But if you’re scared Cap’ I’m sure you’re blond friend will save you, and then complain about the choices you made… Seems that’s her talent within this crew.” It was clear the warrior had gone into a battle ready mode as his smile was off his face and after the first few words of speech he locked his gaze upon the doorway waiting for something to truly happen.
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Andjoo was almost completely surrounded by guns pointing at it. There seemed like literally no escape for this strange wanderer. From owner to owner it would swear its legionship to them for them to only die horribly. This creature just could not digest them...and that made it believe that there was something worth it in them for him to pursue them. He did know that wherever he went, the young punk snake was getting stronger and stronger after every fight. It reveled in combat with the puny human adversarys that were before them. The Black Snake had a Red Snake and they were a duo team built to take anyone on! The snake would suddenly look towards the men with no fear in its heart only the coldness of sharp ice could provide. The beast began to bulk up as all of a sudden it looked towards the other men quaking in their boots. These were not cold hearted killers like this ravenous beast but they were scared stiff so much they did not know firing at the beast would not just simply anger it. Suddenly without a moment's notice a large titanium serated blade pierced directly through the back of one of the young boy's only around 18 or 19. His body slid too the floor limp after as the men began to fire their rounds into the sky wildly. They then stop firing in the nick of time to remember that they would need to save their limited ammo as they noticed they were only firing wildly because they were not calm. The gunsmoke and loud gunfire shrieked the ears of many as the innocent civillians such as the working class ducked but strangely some men stayed still ready too fight but they were quite scared, thankfully no one was shot. The blade retracted from the young man as the person whom which seemed to had did it had shielded himself momentairly incase he had became under gunfire. The person sliced from his piercing point up through the man's skull with a seemingly amazingly sharp sword. The sword slowly retracted into a sheath to reveal only: Rat Tooth Murdoc!, He was wielding the once famous blade of Ishimaru Takado former captain of the Rat Fang pirates whom were only famous for their great swordsman of a leader. The blade was known as the Boke no Tomi its blade had several scerrated fangs across the blade giving it a powerful slicing edge. Murdoc was a short portly man seemingly in his 30s, he had not been a pirate long no but he had caused enough robberys of ships just off the shore of here to accumulate a bounty of 5'000'000. The Snake simply sneared at the pitiful man whom which stared back at him holding the blade of his former master whom which he had slain. Maybe it was destiny for them to meet again but he knew now that he could take this son of a bitch on and eat his dead corpse for dinner. The sound of gun fire caused several of people outside of the bar to go to phone for some marines espeically due to the noise of gun fire and the appearance of the pirates close to it unfortunately they were somewhat preoccupied with heist in which the Butterflies had planned to be a diversion from the traps on the pirates earlier was preoccupying them, The Grey Butterfly whom which escaped the premises leaped out at the ones whom which were waiting at the door as they pointed one of their famous handguns at David before firing it from a few yards. The pullet fired with a stronger speed and power than a normal flintlock it seemed almost advanced!
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"You stupid fucking snake! Your owner was a fool for not claiming this blade from me after I let you live, From now on I will follow in the footsteps of the Rat Fangs and make the Rat Tooth pirates legendary across the blues with the power of the great blade, right after I skin the snake whom scarred my chest with its fangs the day I claimed the blade to prove I am the true owner!"

Murdoc was somewhat of a novice pirate at best when it came to the pirating world but he pulled a suprise attack apon his former master, when he is not shouting and screaming in that annoying squeeky voice of his that pierces your ears more than a steaming kelly he was one of the most unnoticable and stealthy people one could ever seen. He moved within the shadows like a ghost. He was a camoflague shark fish man with very dark green skin which surrounded his body. He looked quite human looking except for his webbed hands and his patterned skin. He had fins out the sides of his forearms and a large fin coming out of the rear of his back.

At the otherside of the bar the Imposter would slowly raise his head and quickly grasp Kuroda's jacket before he could even back away from his grap. His grip was incredibly tight and Kuroda found it hard to pull back due to suprise as he reeled his head up to smack Kuroda directly in the nose full pelt with his fore head causing Kuroda to fly back all of a sudden against a nearby wall next to the bar side far from the action happening away at the front of the tavern. The sudden head trauma left Kuroda dazed as he felt like he was seeing stars but this was not a sensation that he had not felt before. Being punched isnt really that hard, the knuckle of a man is way weaker than the bone strength of a man's head but a full pelt smack from the forehead from a man could cause serious damage to an ordinary man. Even by experts maybe kill the person. It seemed like he was smiling as he leaned against the wall, a large ammount of blood slowly began to ooze out of his noze and sift down his body slowly like a crimson river for a few moments before he slowly reached out for his wine as he held it with the power of a thousand hobos, well not that much but he held it proudly in his grasp but didnt move at all. The Imposter seemed like he was completely full of energy as he then to smack Kuroda's right cheeck with a full swing haymaker from his left knuckle being swung with almost a perciseness of a boxer's hook. This was something to be observed in such a lowly trained thug.

"Its working..."

Kuroda said as he looked like he was in almost ecstasy at the notion that the sake was actually making the man stronger from drinking only a glass even with it diluted... it also seemed to have granted the young man the vigor and ego to strike such an adversary such as himself with absolutely no fear. I mean those blows were not all that bad at all but Kuroda had been hit by multiple spades in the faces as a kid so this wasnt really hurting him much at all...
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All David wanted to do was to eat some good peach cuisine buy a thing or two but apparently, that was not going to happen. He sure had a knack for finding trouble as gunfire was exchanged within the bar. His eyes almost bulged right from his head and his face etched with shook as he watched. With his attention diverted, he did not notice the Grey Butterfly taking aim at him.
“You see that Jay?! They ar-“

BOOOM!

Delilah watchfully noticed the assailant take aim and managed to push David out of the light of fire. David hit the ground confused as he landed on his sack of peaches, mushing and bruising several of them. “Damn it looks at what you’ve done! I went through a lot of trouble gathering those…” He said with an angry tone toward Delilah. “Now I’m going to have to get some more.” It was not until he took a moment to look away from his peaches did he realize that Delilah had been wounded. “B-b-b-but how!?” As David muttered while crawling over to her as she squirmed in pain. He bit his bottom lip in frustration as he then realized she knocked him out the way of the bullet. A wave of guilt flooded over him as he watched her in pain.

“It’s only a scratch…” Delilah said as he looked down to examine her own arm. It had been a clean shot as the bullet only managed to clip her and pass clean though. David still wrought with grief did not care about the severity of the wound. He was still pissed off all the same. Without a moment’s notice, he pulled himself to his feet and gripped his sheathed katana. The Grey Butterfly scrabbled to reload his weapon but David was determined to prevent another shot from going off. While drawing his sword from its sheath he dashed toward the gunman dust in his wake. Shocked at the display of speed the shooter froze and before he knew it in moment, David had closed the gap between them. With a clean and swift downward stroke, he struck the gunman. The blow was deep and sliced him down the middle scarring his face and chest.

Blood erupted from the wound splashing on David as the body hit the ground with a thud. Delilah looked shocked at how fast David managed to do it as she tried to apply pressure to her wound. Even though he had gotten his retribution, David did not seem satisfied with just that. He then peered back toward the tavern where he set his sights on. “I don’t know what crew this is or who they think they are but it’s high time they learnt some manners. Let’s go Jay.” David was about feed up with punks trying to muscle him and taking shots at him. He thought it was high time someone feared the Dauntless.

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