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Hell's Kitchen
Topic Started: Oct 15 2013, 07:17 AM (2,315 Views)
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Waves rolled by to the melodic chorus of seagulls cawing and waves crashing against the vessels side, it really was nothing short of serene. In this sort of weather it just seemed a waste to be cooped down below deck training, besides if he spent any more time down there he was going to start paling to a sickly pallor that was if he wasn’t first broken down by only having a bear for company. He didn’t feel weak and yet every time something big seemed to happen he was reminded of his own weakness, crushed by kwon, the near death experience that was that prison break and then how hard he’d been pushed fending off that girl with the rifle, he wasn’t ready not at all yet, if he kept on like this he’d end up dead before he even hit the new world, this title did nothing but give him borrowed time.

Though speaking of said title he had ensure that the first thing she see when waking up was he sat aside from her bed paper in hand before bursting into fits of mocking laughter as he made it very clear just how pointless their conflict had been, what with his head not actually being worth anything any more now. She hadn’t seemed nearly as amused by it as he was, though that was only to be expected given the rye sense of humor he held often provoked at the expense of others. But if she’d found that unpleasant it had only been a taster of things to come as the ships maid her duties included cleaning and matenance of the living facilities, setting up the dining hall for meals and of course tea serving, though the sadistic twist came in the form of the guise she had to wear for it, the staple outfit of French maid chic it’s ruffled black and white layers the perfect accompaniment to any feather duster. No was this done through some fetish of the most repressed origins? No not particularly, though maybe his reason was the most perverse of them all, he just enjoyed how much she hated it.

Though for the men on the other hand this was revolutionary, a woman in their midst they’d quickly taken to doting on her as though the fact she’d tried to kill their captain had never happened, taking to the young lady like a little sister and adopting her into their midst, this really did make punishing her somewhat of a chore since no one was really willing to make use of her position of servitude, instead opting to hold doors open for her, carry the heavy stacks of plates she was assigned to and aid in setting the table. Irreprievable dumb asses, every one of them. That said it wasn’t as though he intended to treat her like this forever, mainly because his attention span did not cope with durations long enough to bother but a month of hazing seemed fair, after all it’d be unprofessional to appear to have gone soft.

The low gurgle of an empty stomach told tale of a dinner anticipated, their meals not nearly so extravagant now they were down to the lasts of their rations a new island rapidly becoming a necessity, what made it worse is he was told their next stop was iron knife, a place fabled for it’s culinary delights and in a climate of such acute starvation just a hint towards something so delectable on the horizon was too much, it was all he could think about food tasted blander, water tasted……waterier. He couldn’t get the thought of it off his mind, nor images of it to stop haunting his day dreams.

Pulling from within his jacket a small golden bell he began ringing it while yelling obnoxiously ”OIIIII TEA MAID!! BRING ME SOMETHING COLD, YOUR SAVIOR IS THIRSTY” No doubt one of those lumbering idiots would offer to take care of it for her, but she’d at least have to bring it to him and getting to see such discomfort in the cold hard light of day, that was just the sort of thing that made this job so worth it.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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“Ouch.”

She had anticipated a more comfortable lifestyle the day she retired from bounty hunting, though her premature withdrawal from the trade had landed her in quite an undesirable pinch. Defeated by a wanted man, the very best she could have hoped for was for her life to be spared. It had been, but at a severe and frankly embarrassing price. Gone was her long tattered cloak and trademark green scarf, traded in for a black and white uniform that kept her cheeks a rosy tint of red. It was not too revealing in its nature, the black dress having long sleeves that ended in white cufflinks and a small apron tied around her waist. But the skirt only rested just above her knees with its frilly white rim, the practically see through black stockings doing little to ease her mind. She did not even understand why a ship full of men possessed such an outfit.

Clover winced as she reached for her shoulder, keeping the mop upright with only one hand. The flesh had been frozen there by the pirate towards the end of their battle on Plantenal, and whilst it had sustained no direct damage, the cyborg could not shake of a phantom ache that lingered despite the skin thawing. It was the same for her midriff that had also been frozen, strangely her less frosty wounds being easier to shrug off. They served as a constant reminder that she was unable to defy her captor, at least until she figured out his weakness… and that left her doing degrading tasks like mopping the ship floors.

The Sniper had only lived in a house towards the end of her childhood and did not possess a particular aptitude for housework. At a stretch she had cleaned dishes, but her weak legs had excused her from most chores until she had received cybernetic upgrades. To suddenly be reduced to servant status at the peak of her powers was shameful. As a small act of defiance, Clover only put the bare minimum of effort to her duties to avoid any backlash from the Shichibukai.

Shichibukai had been an alien term to the girl when Izuru had first uttered it. She was still waking when he had mockingly produced the document and shoved it in her face, ignoring her weak state to ridicule her decision to attack him. She was still skeptical about the ‘official World Government’ document he had flaunted, the premise sounded quite ludicrous to the cyborg from North Blue; what sort of benevolent authority granted immunity to a violent criminal so long as he did a few jobs for them here and there? It felt like a slap in the face. Fortunately she had been submissive enough at that moment to avoid an actual smack across the jaw, though her anger had simmered throughout the past few days as she went from one menial chore to the next…

The unwilling maid nearly snapped the mop when she heard the obnoxious ring of Izuru’s bell. She was only across the deck but he felt the need to give a jingle before yelling his command. Clover grinded her teeth as she tried to remember where the nearest kitchen was. She had not gotten over how enormous the ship she was trapped on was. The sheer size of the vessel helped to ease her stomach, Clover not falling victim to seasickness when on board the Ymir. She guessed anywhere but up on deck would be a good place to start looking, yet the moment she reached one of the doors to head inside the vessel, a winded man burst outside with a glass of water in his hand.

“Here, sis!” He gasped.

When she took the cold glass, he practically collapsed on the floor exhausted. He had probably just run a great distance in very little time to deliver the beverage… but Clover did not thank him. Izuru’s crew gave her the creeps. She was quite unused to all the attention. Being the only female on a ship of men was not a new experience for the Sniper but this was probably the first time that any of them had been aware that she was definitely female. It made them act so strangely. Always following her around, doing things for her, looking out for her where they could… the sort of actions that could be taken as acts of kindness. Yet their unconditional affection only made her suspicious.

She was also exceptionally perceptive and caught a fair few of the men staring at her inappropriately. When first donning the maid outfit, she had not been as wary of the perverse stares but quickly learned to not bend over too far or walk up the stairs if any of the idiots were behind her. For all their kindness, she deemed their true intentions foul and wanted little to do with them.

However, she would still accept their help (with a cold glare) when it was convenient for her.

Clover left the man to pant away on the floor and headed across deck towards Izuru. Not once did she look directly at the pirate when she approached, her expression a constant scowl as she balanced the glass of water neatly on the flat of her palm. She wished that she could serve him some of the dirty water from the bucket instead of the chilling drink, a beverage more suitable for the despicable man. If she were not wary of his power, she might have even slung the whole bucket at the man when he first bellowed the order.

She stopped when only a few feet from the Shichibukai, bowing her head ever so slightly in his direction as she had been instructed to do so on previous occasions. The male had been quite insistent on her performing these demeaning rituals, intent on making the disparity of their positions of power quite clear. Nod complete without a hitch, Clover took the final few steps towards the man and held out the glass of water.

Her eyes remained firmly fixed on the horizon. She could not handle looking him in the eye and uttering the next part of her demeaning ritual. Clover took a deep breath to cool her nerves, trying to mimic the frosty nature of the ice Izuru could produce at will.

“Sir Izuru.”

She hated this despicable bastard.
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The woman appeared to his call and with marked speed at that a clear sign she’d had behind the scenes help form one of his foolish underlings who just couldn’t seem to share his penchant for sadism, a round ass and a flat chest apparently enough to make them forget they were supposed to be blood thirsty bandits. The inane nature of specifying the temperature of his beverage was not lost on him given his abilities, but then again in all honesty it had never been even slightly about that. The glass was held out but she appeared unable to face him as she did so, averting her gaze still so awkward and uncomfortable around him but who wouldn’t be when forced to wear such ridiculous attire. Though she played the part well, keeping the standards of living amiable and remembering the proper etiquette when speaking though it was unwanted it was not a role she was unfit for.

”Oh ho? So you can say words like that aswell, some suprising things come out of that mouth of yours when you choose to open it.” taking the glass from the young lady with a nod of thanks.

”When we get to the next island you can do as you please, I ain’t got time to be baby sittin you all about the place. I’m sure you can find ways to entertain yourself, maybe you could even bring back something good, earn your keep around here a little.” When it came to being on land he had no real use for a maid and keeping her sat alone on the ship seemed a little pointless, besides he was fairly sure he could trust his men not to overstep the boundaries but you never you tell just how toxic an influence Leander Hastings would prove to be until at least a little time had passed. That said before this had happened the girl had been a bounty hunter so it seemed prudent to let her go out and hunt bounties, kept her skills sharp and made him some side cash, he’d not had a marksman beside him before, it could be a really rather valuable commodity.

Not that he seemed to need it any more people just didn’t seem to want to fuck around with a named warlord, avoiding trouble with the marines simply came with the territory, no others seemed dense enough to make this ones mistake and even rival pirates seemed to simply sail on when they passed though that invariably could have some of it’s success attributed to the sheer scale of his vessel, the behemoth really was a crowning jewel in his career as a thief, and sturdy to boot, his best memento of drum island his momentary kingdom.

“Land ho”

the call from the crows nest snaring his attention from conversing with the woman and reminding him this feeling of hunger need not be endless, eager to arrive and resupply, he’d thought about tasking clover with the chore but then it occurred to him that he already had people designated to do it and making alterations required more effort than he wanted to expend, when it came to bullying he really wasn’t the most committed besides it just seemed a waste of her skills and without those tea aside she’d be somewhat useless. That would never do.

Reaching into the pocket of his trousers he pulled from within a small den den mushi attached to a wrist strap tossing it to the girl who still obstinately refused to look his way offering only ”Think fast” as a word of warning, ”If I need you, I’ll call you. If you call me it’d better be important, I ain’t got no interest in wiping your arse for you” Though it had to be admitted it wasn’t entirely out of greed that he sent the girl on her way, he was fast learning you could catch more flies with honey than you could with vinegar and while fear and violence could control those who acted of their own volition generally did so with enthusiasm. He had no intention of stopping the girls hazing, that the attempt on his life hadn’t been returned with a lost limb was gracious enough, but she was in a position she didn’t want to be in and forced to be reminded of failure daily allowing a little comfort didn’t seem too excessive. He really was starting to go soft.

The brown stain on the horizon was fast growing into an expansive landmass that stretched the breadth of the waters edge, rising up from the sea. An oddly shaped layout towards them stretched a thin strip of land, which spanned out into a much wider one further ways in covered in a sprawling carpet of buildings. It felt as though the aromatic scents of meals to come were drifting out to them all the way here such was his apprehension, but with the vessel travelling at it’s top speed it would not be long till they hit the docks now.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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“Bastard.”

A thought she chose not to utter. Instead the corners of the Sniper’s mouth curved into a slight frown, her eyes not leaving the horizon. Though she had started looking across the sea to avoid meeting eyes with her tormentor, her acute eyesight had started to pick up on shapes in the distance. They were too large to be ships, she severely doubted many on the seas would outsize the Ymir so they had to be a land mass. Clover did not reveal her observations to the pirate, deciding on a vow of silence whenever she saw something off in the distance. Hopefully one day it would be a threatening vessel that would surprise the Shichibukai and allow her to escape his clutches.

She waited in complete silence for him to finish speaking, not listening too intently to his words. It was only at the mention of ‘earning her keep’ that she fully contemplated his offer. Some obscure offer to roam the islands as she wished, a false freedom that would probably not extend too far. The Sniper fleetingly wondered what Izuru would do if she jumped ship and sailed away. She doubted he would chase her across the ocean over some bogus claim on her life.

Clover bowed her head and turned away from the pirate. She walked back over to the mop and bucket, a little lost in her thoughts. If Izuru was going to hold a loose leash, she would not have to wait for the chaos of a confrontation to slip away. But part of her was wary of his sadistic methods. The offer could very easily be a trick to see if she would run away at first chance… or some sort of double bluff. The female shook ahead, choosing to not lose herself in second guessing at imaginary mind games.

Absently she took the mop in hand and started to clean the deck again.

Only another shout from the Shichibukai broke her rhythm.

Clover did not necessarily have to think fast, merely react instinctively to the object that was suddenly thrown in her direction. He had thrown it at her head, the Sniper tilting her head ever so slightly to avoid contact with the entity… until she noticed its rather fragile look. In a flash, her arm shot through the air, catching the shell in the palm of her hand and easing it to a slow halt.

Not particularly knowledgeable about the sea she was sailing on (despite all her time on the Grand Line), Clover looked blankly at the Den Den Mushi in her palm. It was just slimy and strange looking… she vividly remembered Allen talking to a snail in the past. Did it also allow the pirate to keep track of her on the island? She reluctantly tied the strap around her wrist.

Clover had no intention of calling him so did not bother to ask how the snail worked.

“Take these.” She said, lacking the authority to command but relying on the ever willing nature of the Shichibukai’s crew. One of the nearby suckers ran obediently over to her, the Sniper shoving the bucket and mop into his hands to free herself from the task. Being so close to the island, she had decided that her free time was starting and did not wish to waste a second of it performing chores.

What did he even mean by earning her keep? Clover wandered towards the front of the ship. She kept a hand rested on her skirt, wary of the random drafts that came with standing above a ship’s bow. The watching eyes of the crew were always lurking around her… she wished the vessel would travel that much faster so she might escape them on the island.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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He couldn’t say much for her company, but she at least knew how to listen well, too often he was bombarded with idiocy around this bunch even if it wasn’t a particularly amicable response it was definitely a preferable one, with a respectful bow she turned away heading off to do whatever chores were left of her stopping only to receive the den den tossed her way with marked curiosity, perhaps having never held one before. He’d not known much about the things before coming to the grand line properly, but since they’d proved an integral tool in keeping his affairs together, it was easy for things to tend to get scattered around here and these things worked wonders in avoiding it.

Heading below deck as the ship neared the harbour he headed directly toward his room picking up the katana that lay by it’s door, something he’d had with him now longer than he could remember had become exponentially more attached to along with it the bracelet that now often resided around his wrist was strapped there once more, and with that he had all but everything he needed to begin his exploration of their new temporary home, always one to pack light. No sooner was daylight hitting his skin once more he heard the customary clinking of unravelling chain as the anchor was tossed to the ocean’s depths their docking process complete, which meant each and every one could finally fell the solidarity of true terra firma beneath their feet. No sooner had the ship arrived before the young woman departed offering not even a word of goodbye to her fans but izuru was not so quick to go with one last note of farewell to give.

”Jim, Ko, Yada, Ben, Razor. You five stay here and watch the docks, you’re to keep an eye on the ship but more importantly you make sure that girl doesn’t try to run, if she wants to leave the island she’ll have to come through here. If you fail you had best be prepared to pay the proper compensation” as he departed the last of his words were accompanied by a fleeting glance over his shoulder, that sharp gaze reminding each just what it would be they’d forfeit if things went wrong for them, quite the incentive enough to remind them between their affection for a new sister and the gravity of their boss’ order which needed to be prioritised.
Hopping onto the guard rail he dropped down to the wooden jetty below, several heads turning as they saw the figure drop from a ship brazenly flying the flag of piracy but only a few putting a face to the name, the whispers around him livening. The majority of his men followed though took somewhat longer as they scrambled down the ladders that hung over the sides, the cries of impending drinking spurring them on as they rushed to head to the nearest drinking hole, the temptation to invite their captain to drink with them was repressed by numerous rejections, if he was going to go drinking it would be of his own accord and they were bound to hear about it any way he wasn’t the most subtle drunk in the world.

The first thing that hit was the smell, melting bullion, grilled meats, sweet baked pastries a library of scents hit his senses at once his urge to devour what was creating them almost enough to overwhelm his usual restrained nature. Next was the sound accompanying them in perfect harmony, the sizzle of grease, the crackle of fat, even the solid chop of knives slicing through ingredients immediately you were absorbed into the gourmet culture that radiated from this place. Though the food was not the only source of the raucous din that blared from the harbour town, voices yelling at one another declaring their stall the best and each and every one making a plethora of boastful claims about just why they were king while denouncing those of their competition. The competitive air that hung over this place was tense almost like a stormcloud filled with static, just needing one stray spark to erupt into lightning. It felt almost like the battle ground he’d stood on so recently such an abundance of overwhelming fighting spirit pouring out across the place, though it was probably fair to say it was not nearly as tainted with killing intent as it had been back their.

The bumbling group behind him poured into town racing through the crowds as they sought out the first venue to party, more than one person shoved from their path though not maliciously they were more clumsy than bullying. Izuru on the other hand was a little slower in his pace, heading towards the hustle and bustle that lay inland but not rushing for it. His hands in his pockets he walked up the cobbled high was that lead inward from the ports, rows and rows of stalls either side of him selling a menagerie of fish all prepared in as numerous the ways as there were fish. Attention caught he turned his head, the salty tang of fresh sea goods hit his nostrils as he heard the sound of a steady “Heave-ho” coming to his right, looking to see a group of men dragging a humongous creature the likes of which he’d never seen before in from the water, it looked almost like a elongated gold fish, it’s golden glimmering scales shining bright enough to make anyone think the beast was made of flames, it’s body long enough to combat any seaking. It was strange to see a place where average people took down such beasts as a day to day activity, but this far in the grand line it seemed that was just the norm.

Following his nose he headed deeper into town, stopping at one of the earlier stalls as the scent of grilled seafood caught his favour. No sooner had he arrived before he was snared in sales pitch a wonder land of garlic and herb butter glazed across succulent fresh lobster filling his mind as she spoke, without hesitation she plucked one of the marinated chunks skewering it on a stick before handing it to the man, who was utterly perplexed by the idea she’d give him something he hadn’t paid for, hesitant of this new unseen sale tactic he took the taster fully in the knowledge if he didn’t like it she was getting nothing and even if he did it’d probably end the same way, after all what was some old woman gonna d--……OH GOOD LORD THAT WAS GOOD, food never came alive like this before, the lobster meat wouldn’t lose to any steak with it’s succulent meaty texture all the while wrapped in the warm embrace of the herb butter, perfectly seasoned with a slight saltiness to perfectly capture the sea infused flavours. He felt as though he’d been transported to some palace beneath the waves as undersea royalty.

Without thinking about what he was doing or why he was doing it his hands moved of their own accord, plucking each and every piece of skewered meat they could get their hands on and shoving it into his mouth, devouring them one after another till the plate was entirely empty while those around laughed as another new comer fell victim to the honey trap that was their home. Looking down as his hand grasped at nothingness he found the plate empty, his stomach already expectant of it’s next portion and hungry for something more, only finding the old woman beaming back at him, not a bad word to say about the fact he’d hogged everything she had to offer or that no mention of payment had been made. Hurredly he pulled a note from his pocket dropping it onto the now empty plate before hurrying off to see what other bounty could be found.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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She had been fed but not well on the Ymir.

Glancing back at the looming giant of a vessel, Clover could only recall a single satisfactory dish that had been sent her way since her forceful recruitment. A hot bowl of soup and some bread that had not gone stale on the first day of her recovery, after that it had been stale bread and water for the most part. She managed to pinch some lemons to make some juice on another occasion but largely she had been living off scraps. A diet well suited for her unfortunate circumstances.

Yet on this island she was being presented with free samples from food stalls before she had even left the docks. Clover had not known where Izuru was heading, her status as the maid not making her important enough to know his plans. She also suspected that the pirate would not be trusting her with the details of his intentions any time soon, just that he was travelling somewhere and this island happened to be a stopping point along the way. It seemed oddly convenient that the stepping stone for the rationing crew ended up being some sort of food paradise.

The cyborg had a stubborn will though and a strong desire to get as far away as possible. Despite the urge to satisfy her lingering hunger, Clover did not take a single piece of the beverages being offered to her. Marinated fish steaks, flambéed fruits, barbequed meats and skewers baring foods she could not even identify. All distractions that she refused, forcing her way through the men offering the samples until they stopped hassling her. Oddly she noticed most of the new arrivals to the island did not receive the same amount of attention…

“Would you like to work at my café, miss?!”

Clover blinked, her cheeks warming. She immediately understood why.

“Go away.” She snapped coldly at the last of her pursuers, the intimidating aura she used to exude when visiting new places long gone. The maid dress with all its tassels and frills was not as mysterious as her usual clothing. She was also lacking the large Farsong, normally strapped across her back, and her pair of wristbows that had been left in her meagre quarters. She only had her trusty Quadsong at her hip, hanging awkwardly to a few strings from her mini apron, a rushed exit causing her depleted arsenal of weaponry. She was not going to be threatening anyone without a show of force.

Instead the Sniper quickened her step, deciding to simply out run the few that kept chasing her. After a couple of minutes, she had lost them but also her sense of direction. The streets were still bustling with people and food stalls, the scents and smells in the air making it increasingly difficult for the girl to ignore her rumbling gut. She supposed this was far enough away from Izuru for her to be comfortable.

Clover did not care for the variety on display, she would eat most things even without the added incentive of hunger. Only one item was at the forefront of her mind as she approached the nearest stall, but she did not notice it on the menu. The lack of lemonade in her system was starting to slow her cybernetic parts, she had made to do on fresh juice from lemons on the Ymir, but to be able to one day defy Izuru, she would need her own secret stash on hand. The Sniper frowned at the lack of fizzy drink but still pointed to a skewer holding some meat and vegetables, dropping a few coins onto the stall counter.

The vendor behind the stall made some pleasantries, even commenting on her clothing but Clover did not respond. She took her food and turned away, a full street to investigate. There had to be lemonade in food paradise, she just had to find it!
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Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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This place really didn’t disappoint it’s reputation, the scents that had drifted to the harbor hardly did the place justice as you moved further inland, just a taster presenting itself upon the docks. In one hand a frosty tankard of beer kept cool in the beaming sun by a self chilling glass, the interior lined with ice. While in his other hand he held an assortment of kebabs, practically inhaling the meat from the sticks in a single mouthful completely immersed in the vibrant cheerful atmosphere that seemed to cling to the place like glue. His progress down the street had been stunted, he’d learnt better than to ignore the sounds of those trying to draw him in and everyone here was eager to peddle their wares, the problem was the food was just too damned good to ignore. It wasn’t a case of simply slipping through unimpeded given that each dish that went un-tasted awas an experience missed, an opportunity lost, and he hadn’t set sail to these sea’s to start missing out on things.

”Yo brother, come over here. We got the best grilled steak on the island!! You haven’t tasted nothing till you get one of these burgers.” ”Don’t worry about that, you wanna head over here, you ain’t tried anything till you get one of these burlyboar hot dogs, one of these and you won’t wanna leave!!””the hell you talking about? You know your turd dogs are just C grade meat, stop wasting peoples time””What did you say?? I don’t wanna hear that from the guy trying to kill the customers with food poisoning””Just who’s cooking do you think you’re insulting? I don’t wanna hear that from some Bumpkin chef who wouldn’t know his way around a kitchen””Try saying that again when you’ve made it to the third round, ya fourth rate hack!!”

The argument flared out of nowhere but both men seemed adamant to protect the pride of their wares while izuru was left awkwardly in the middle, with no real stake in the argument and not particularly looking to intervene he found himself with an opportunity to be capitalized upon, slipping one of the burgers from the grill while the pair yelled curses at one another across the packed street while those occupying it took no notice as though this sort of thing happened on the regular, so assumedly he too was supposed to pay it no mind. Sifting through the crowd he was able to snare one of the hot dogs too, finding both to be more than delicious as he continued onward with his journey.

Ahead he saw the throngs of people had congregated, coos of oooooo and ahhhhhhh resounding from their midst as they appeared to be watching someone centered within them, being a taller than average individual it really would not have been too hard too simply stand on the edge and peer over but izuru wasn’t one to take the back row, if there was something interesting to be seen you could be sure to find him in a front seat. Pushing his way through the crowd none able to offer any real resistance to him he found himself confronted by a man stood in front of a wide table with what appeared to be a long portion of seaking lain out in front of him, slipping one hand beneath the oversized portion of meat he began to manipulate it as though the beast were still alive, dancing around the crowd with soft, fluid sublime movements as the supposedly inanimate object slide and writhed around his body, it’s jaw opening and a feral roar bursting from within. Children screamed, parents gasped, in that instant all around forgot it was simply a hung of meat and fell for the ventriloquism feint.

As Izuru watched he saw the beast slid skyward, looking as though it had lept from the mans grasp itself, before leaping after it and drawing two large kitchen knives as he went in a split second deboning and slicing into fillets the huge chunk of meat twirling as he did so before landing deftly with each blade lined with the fillets held splayed to either side for all the world to see. It was impressive, his skill with those knives was comparable to many swordsman, he’d managed to make the cuts quickly and cleanly leaving the meat unharmed with enough time left over to position himself for the catch, even the ice man couldn’t resist a mental nod of approval while the crowd gave a round of applause, though perhaps he wasn’t qualified to give it still learning to use his sword and far from a master with it. The fillets tossed in the air a deep inhale was all that preceded a great plume of flame billowing out skyward that had all around holding their breath in suspense, before a kick to the table’s underside sent salad spraying aloft to join the diced that had separated in flight, the chefs fingers now filled with skewers that he sent after the ingredients. Meat salad as it rose, meat salad as it fell somehow arriving an his hands once again as an array of perfectly formed kebabs. Catching one as they were tossed to the crowd he had to admit this place really was pretty interesting, good food and good sights it really didn’t dissapoint it’s reputation.

While the dinner side entertainment was good, the food still stole the show as the main attraction, despite the rough nature of their cooking the skewered meat sticks were nothing short of delicious, supple and tender brazed seaking, crispy lettuce with tangy tomatoes and some other piece he’d never seen before but that did nothing to detract from it, he really did have no complaints. With the crowd thinning he found himself drawn to the sounds ahead, some sort of commotion breaking out. Million towards the chaos he found himself almost instantaneously transition from the festive partying atmosphere to one of unequivocal tension. The two men at the center of it all facing off as they paced around one another in circles just waiting for one to make the first move. From what he could tell of the words tossed between them one had insulted the others name as a chef, declared his cooking spirit flaccid and empty, that he did nothing but ride the coat tails of his father, the other quick to defend his honor had taken up a club like spatula in defense to what looked like a bo staff tipped at each end with a whisk head calling a duel for his reputation with each staking their life on the line.

The one thing that confused him as the pair clashed with one another was the talk of cooking fest, just what it was they meant he didn’t know but a woman was on her knee’s in tears pleading with them to settle it there in stead, screaming that no one had to get hurt. Apparently here though a cooks honor was something worth betting their life on and it seemed nothing was going to stop the pair, though as he watched the fierce fight he could understand their determination and just why it was that they couldn’t stop. They had gone to far, to back out now would be to lose their pride as a man and while he had no clue how anyone could be that passionate about food he that much he did understand. The pair were like animals, sparks flying as they came at one another time and time again fully intent on ending the other, It seemed strange that someone who put their heart and soul into cooking an activity that arguably revolved around making others happy could be so intent on causing harm but to protect pride and family there were times when a man would do things he never thought possible so perhaps this was simply the depravity of man’s nature, afterall they really were just barbarians when it came down to it.

---A few days earlier---

In a dark basement in the damp dark recesses below iron knife island sat a rotund table around which numerous figures sat, their figures bathed in shadow as a single bulb dangled precariously from the ceiling, it’s condition as degraded as the very habitat itself. Each figure was flanked by two more, and though they seemed to be amicable there was a marked tension in the room.

”Ok so you got us here, no whadda you wanna do?” with this single question the mild bickering that had floated around the ring of figures stopped as they remembered just why it was they were sat around this table and what was at stake, a slow inhale permeated the silence and with the exhale came a thick wafting cloud of noxious cigar smoke ”Yeyyz, I suppoze dat eez the kwestion, we hah ourselves qui de problem here. We are needing to conduct our beeznus but between doze chefs and the marines we are gedding stop at every hurdle” he paused momentarily again to draw once more on the thick cigar in his mouth ”We need to kill em mayn, kill em all. Blast all dem fuckers to ribbons mayn, that’d teach em to screw around with us ey!””Now now calito, I must ask dat chu keep quite, you’re only making dis more deeficult than it needs to be” With such soft words spoken in such soft tone it seemed impossible that a man who’d spoken so casually of murder only moments ago would be halted, but he was and he seemed almost fearful of his own outburst.

”Now ahz I was sayeen, these people they need to be dealt weev and we cannot do that alone, I sugges dat for just a brief time we work together in freeing ourselve of dees restraint””And you fink after all da shit thas gone down between us we’re just gonna cuddle and make nice with a few pretty words? You’re off yer bladdy rocker mate, you wanna pipe down son and we’ll wait for someone with a real idea.””Little fat man not wrong, what use you think mistress cheng have for you people. Me and my panda’s turn them to scraps, you fools can sit around here all you wan, waste own time. At the tables rounded corner one figure seemed to be explicitly more animated than the rest, his arms waving while his comically oversized round head bobbed frantically in time with the gestures though no words left his mouth.

Patiently the figure at the tables head waited for the outburst to cease before resuming his dialogue ”hif I’ wa’ dat eez you wud av done it by now no? de fac heez none of us can do this alone, hwe have tried many times, hif we want to be rid of them for good, we will have to work as hwun.””Well perhaps we can assist you with that” a new voice emanated from the surrounding shadows and it’s foreign nature had every head turn to find the source ”Ow tha bluddy ell did you get down ere?””The question isn’t how mr baby face, but why. “”you wanna watch your lip sunshine, the last mug to call me that ended up six feet under, and you’re looking to go the same way””Im afraid we are not your enemy, though it would be far simpler if we were. We know who you are, and we know why you hold your meetings in this dingy little dungeon at the dead of night instead of up above in your restaurants like you used to, why you have to scurry around like rats afraid the spotlight might fall.””that’s it I’ve ad enuf of this clown, thumper!”

With that single call one of the large brutes that flanked the rather short man headed towards the suited male whose outline could only just be made out in the faint light while his pink hair partner stayed back to the rear, he squared up to the athletically built opponent immediately throwing a meaty hook to clobber him in the head but the punch didn’t even make it all the way, a sharp crack emanating through the small room as the large figure froze before falling like a felled tree to his back and landing frozen in death. Adjusting his suit a little the green haired male resumed his speech ”Now lets just calm down, there’s no need for any more unpleasantries, im simply here to make you an offer, I propose we kill……the Fatman!” the fatman, or mayor as he was known to those not of a criminal disposition essentially ran the island, and while his predecessors had posed as little more than figure heads he had been the first to see the large amounts of revenue being lost to the cooking underworld and had managed to launch a coordinated attack between both the islands chefs and their marine force to take back all control of the island, turning what had been an empire into little more than the ruined remains of a principle.

”Rose, bring the case” the pink haired female walked over to the table and presented the case atop it opening it to reveal a small vial of pink liquid, it’s only lable a sticker with a skull and cross bones ”Any this is how you’ll do it, this is your ticket to reclaiming this island for yourselves” The one man who barely even acknowledged the new arrivals till now, simply patiently listened to what they had to say took his turn to speak now an almost reptilian licking audible as he wet his lips ”If you’re good at something, never do it for free.How much is this going to cost us?” Vert gave a rye chuckle, having wondered just who it would be to catch on to this first ”In a few days you’re island will be getting some visitors” tossing a picture of a suited male along with a bear, a fair haired male in a suite of armor, and a dark skinned male with stark white hair ”If in the midst of your commotion you could be sure to ensure that one is dead you could consider us even” pointing to the suited male ”But should you find your way to exterminating all of them, im sure a bonus could be negotiated for your hard work, consider it a war chest for the start of an empire”

ooc

Edited by Singularity, Oct 22 2013, 09:17 PM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

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Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

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Clover awkwardly shifted the morsel of food around her mouth.

Usually the perceptive observer, the Sniper had failed to notice that the skewered meat she had picked out was of the spicy variety. She had adjusted to the taste of similarly hot food on Alabasta, though had not quite expected to be faced with a dish with a bigger kick in this food market. The cyborg was too bothered about her image, already tarnished by the maid wear, to act in a foul manner and spit out the offending spicy meat. Instead she just spread the heat, her cheeks flushing in discomfort until she managed to chew apart the food and swallow it.

She spotted a bin to discarded the remainder of the kebab in, one bite enough to warn her off trying samples from random food vendors again.

The town reminded her of the bazaars from Alabasta too. They were so crowed and compact, the array of colours still present though the goods were strictly limited to food and drink. The Sniper was still getting the odd stare that made her uncomfortable. She crossed her arms and tried to look a little menacing though it did not appear to have the desired effect. Instead Clover just tried to ignore the prying eyes and make her way down the street, returning her focus to finding the appropriate fuel for her cybernetic appendages.

It was not too long before she spotted an oversized novelty lemon.

“One, please.”

The girl behind the vendor nearly jumped back, the green haired maid practically appearing out of thin air. Clover rarely got excited about something, yet she had crossed the short distance to the lemonade vendor in a flash and stood patiently with wide eyes. There was a shocking amount of variety. Flavoured lemonade was a concept that confused the Sniper as she found her mind overloaded with a vast selection, they all appeared to be additions to the original recipe or different ways of presenting the beverage. She was spoilt for choice but honed in on the option at the top.

“A plain.” Clover added.

“Sure, ma’am.” The vendor tweeted, turning to the stack of frost boxes.

The Sniper tapped her foot impatiently. It was weird to be so hyped for the fuel she tended to tack for granted. Clover was not even sure if the drink was even her favourite, it was just so natural for her to live off the stuff. She remembered being delighted when she had found a specialist trader that sold a brand that originated out of North Blue, a home recipe that was produced in one of the factories on Osula. Clover was not particularly fond of home but it had still made her smile at the time. She was smiling right then but did not notice.

Nor did she remember to pay until the vendor looked at her oddly with the can in one hand.

“Oh!” The cyborg’s cheeks could not grow any rosier after running the marathon of food stalls in the maid uniform. She awkwardly looked at the floor, fumbling for the apron pocket and producing a few coins of beli for the other female in exchange for the lemonade.

The can was emptied in a second.

“Aah!” Clover exhaled, the refreshing liquid cooling her mouth.

It would only be a matter of time before she started to feel a greater surge from the fuel, her cybernetic parts had been running at half their capacity on the lemon juice but soon she would be back to full strength… then she could start plotting her escape from that bastard Izuru. She placed the empty can on the lemonade along with the small woolen bag she was using as a makeshift purse.

“How many can I get with this?”
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Neither side was willing to give even a millimetre, while their bodies endured steadily more blemishes, accumulated a growing number of injuries they did not falter even a step, nothing but the will to fight on exuding from them both. In all honesty neither one appeared particularly strong, if anything he would have said the gourmet entertainer they’d seen earlier possessed a higher level of skill than either of these two, and when it came to pure physical power they were both certainly far from remarkable and yet still despite both these facts they were willing to go all out with such relentless determination for the sake of their cooking pride. This really was an island of true men it seemed, though that said it didn’t appear women were prepared to lose in this field either, many a sharp gaze thrown from them as they surveyed the battle in front of them, not with the simply eyes of a spectator but with the hawk like gaze of an analyst feeling the full weight of what the pair had put on the line and seeing who was the most committed to protecting it.

It was the staff users win, a spearing strike catching the other in the throat and leaving him to collapse in a choking mess unable to continue any further but as the crowd began to disperse, only a couple lingering to ensure the man’s recuperation what caught his eye was the stall behind them, it’s banner wide and colourful with “COOKING FEST LAST MINUTE SIGN-UP’S” in bold bubbled letters. He’d heard it mentioned a few times now in passing but was still lost as to just what it involved, for an island so fiendishly addicted to the hobby, where people were willing to fight to collapse just over their reputation as chefs it seemed somewhat mundane to think that a simple cooking contest could attact such attention. ”Oi, you” calling to one of the many people who’d since his arrival attempted to shuffle past without making eye contact, a startled stop halted the man in his tracks before an audible gulp preceded his slow turn to the sound of the voice ”Who me?””Yeh you dumbass, whats that?” somewhat relieved at the content of the question the color visibly began to drain back into the man’s features as fear receeded a little ”Cooking fest is the signature tournament of iron knife island it’s what attracts all our tourists, you came here without knowing about it?””You got a problem with that?”” no no no not at all” stumbling over the stutters ”I was just surprised was all, cooking fest is the greatest test of a chefs skill, a series of events designed to tax them in every possible way, to win is to be considered one of the islands elite few though only 10 have ever even made it to the final round””So it ain’t just some simple cooking show? There might actually be some worth in watching this””no no it’s much more than that theres actual….” he began but trailed off realising the pirate was completely ignoring him having begun walking away already.

Looking over towards the map he saw that the event start time was only 30 minutes away, though it’s location seemed somewhat convoluted, from what he could tell the event started here by the docks and involved swimming round the island to some area called outer ladleton where they’d find a trove of utensils, from there it was a run to get the tools around to the top most edge of the island where they would find a second stache this one filled with ingredientss and then once having acquired what they needed there a bike ride carried them to the eastern side where they would find the cooking arena the place the preliminary cooking competition was going to take place. So at its heart it was a triathalon eh? That didn’t seem so bad but while they ended up at the islands eastern side it seemed like no fun to go sitting on his ass till they came to him, he’d head towards the islands western side and follow the events from when they came ashore, it was always more interesting to see these things first hand.

Heading through the handle he made his way up towards the pot’s district of the islands, still somewhat amazed at the straight forward naming system this place used, it was like they were all idiots or something, though the fact that they were such cooking maniacs perhaps that wasn’t far from the truth, though undeniably skilled idiots at least. What he had thought to be grandiose in the handle was utterly dwarfed up in the pots. Buildings catering to every facet of food living, sky scraper malls that sold nothing but cooking utensils and where food stalls had flowed endlessly before now could be found full on restaurants though there were still stalls to be found on the grand floor at least. Countless voices calling for attention to be heeded he found it snared from him as one woman thrust a brochure into his hand, apparently detailing the island and what could be found there. They really did go all out when it came to food, a gourmet casino, the food theme park Chessnutington World of adventures, restaurants that strayed into the 10 star bracket, a club where you could have booths with melodies attuned to your food and a buffet spa were just a few of the highlights the book conveyed, this really was a gluttons paradise but here it seemed as though the possibilities for food were far from simply just eating, they were endless.

Unwilling to get caught up in this new tempo of things he fully intended to forge on toward his destination though he couldn’t help but take in the sites along the way, it was hard enough denying the urges that called for him to go and investigate the alluring aroma’s making their way to him, how vehemently his stomach fought against departure. The restaurants here seemed as individual as the foods that were served, so unique and obscure in their construction, a haunted house titled with the self explanatory “Frightshack cooking” Stood next to what legitimately appeared to be a building constructed entirely of gingerbread and various other confectionaries aptly named “Hansel and Gretels hut” the buildings came in an endless array of shapes and sizes but the themes told him nothing of the delights that awaited inside. The menu’s were made up of ingredients and dishes he’d never heard of hammering home just how out of his depth he was in this world of food galala gator soup, swamp snake soufflé, Hanya steak with braised coriander mushroom gravy. He could barely tell enough about the dishes to picture what they’d look like but that didn’t help how much he craved them, he’d not met a single thing on this island yet that hadn’t been delicious.
Edited by Singularity, Oct 27 2013, 01:05 PM.
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The large brown sack clanked with each step as the cyborg headed down the street.

It turned out that her small satchel of beli had been enough to nearly clean out the lemonade vendor. Lacking her own bag, Clover had also traded for the large woven sack she was using to carry all the cans, the material bulging to the brim but durable enough to survive the ordeal. The Sniper had demanded only the original or plain flavour of the beverage but upon discovering that they were limited in the number and her money could afford so much more, she had agreed to take some of the less exotic varieties of the lemonade. Clover hoped they would not taste too strange or impair her cybernetics.

With the packed sack hoisted over her shoulder, Clover was being granted a wide berth by the crowds. The sack was nearly three times were own thin width, and the Sniper was spiteful enough to use its size to knock anyone over who got in her way. Fortunately there were no takers in that regard, even when she backtracked to areas she had been harassed previously. However, she did notice the presence of a particularly tall individual and quickly dart to the side of the street.

Clover found a small space between some stalls and squeezed into it, waiting there until the clueless Izuru wandered along without spotting her. The Shichibukai appeared too captivated by the various food dishes on display to pay special attention to those around him. She might have been able to just shuffle past him amongst the crowd but decided against risking it. Only when the iceman was out of view did she step back out of her hiding spot, frowning as she looked in the direction he had vanished to.

The less she had to do with him, the better.

The obstacle passed, Clover continued to head back towards the Ymir, not facing any further hitches until she reached the dock.

“Oiiii sis~!”

It took considerable self-control on her part to not kick the oaf into the sea.

“What’re you doing here?”

Five of Izuru’s dogs appeared to be waiting beside the docks. At first she had assumed they were just keeping watch and guarding the ship, but as soon as she was close, they quickly abandoned their post to crowd around her. Clover was used to the harassment, but there was something orderly about their approach that made her wary. This was either some ill-conceived plot on their behalf or an order from Izuru to keep her from escaping.

“Move.” Clover demanded sharply, glaring at the man in the middle. They were the taller picks of the bunch, probably meant to intimidate her shorter stature. But in reality they were just flies to her, the Sniper capable of dispatching all of them in a single moment if necessary. She did not stop moving forward, the man in front of her waiting until the last second until he stepped to the side.

“What’s in the bag, sis?” One grunted, though she did not pause to respond to him. The Ymir was the largest vessel in the dock and the cyborg made it clear she was heading there by walking straight towards it, though her entourage of followers did not let up until she was climbing the walkway to the deck of the ship.

“We’re not leaving til the Boss gets back, sis!”

She heard the shout and turned her head slightly to glance back at the group. They were staying on the dock but still watching her. Clover frowned and did her best to ignore them, deciding that they were acting on Izuru’s orders. So long as she stayed on the ship and did not appear to be plotting an escape, they would probably not harass her. The cyborg was not sure if she even wanted to escape at that moment, there were too many unknowns about this island and no one she could really trust to get her away. For now, she decided to head down her room to stash her lemonade and decide what she could do from there…
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The town was sprawling, with no end to the sights to see. But he’d not the time to dawdle if he was going to arrive at the track promptly, besides without the aid of several inquiries he’d have been lost countless times over already, a testament to just what a labyrinth this place was. Shade engulfed his world as the sun found itself entirely eclipsed, utterly unknowing of just what it was that had caused it as he looked down at the map in front of him, tilting his head back he saw a building that rose far higher towards the heavens than any he’d seen from such a short distance previously. An amphitheater that towered above him, the title “All You can Eat Arena” plastered across it’s top. Hurrying to sidle round it he looked the building up in the maps description list, coming upon it nearer the bottom. Chefs were not the only one’s who could find challenges here, at the arena they had everything from gladiatorial combat to eating contests, a challenge for every level. The prizes were definitely worth noting, he might have to enroll it’d easily pay for their food costs, and he was still unsure whether clover would try to escape or not so relying on her to bring in money with a bounty seemed like an unstable bet, and he never liked going with low odds.

The attractions finally began to thin as he neared the towns edge, what had been a flourishing metropolis of modern innovation and culinary delight turned into suburbs and family focused restaurants, with various parents taking cheering kids to see this “Cooking Fest” honestly he didn’t see how they could still be so enthused by it, from what he understood this festival ran at least once a day sometimes twice with few signups did it not grow mundane after a while? Yet every face was illuminated with excitement, every child tugging at their parents arm in the sincere fear that those 2 seconds wasted might be the highlight of the games. Was it pride in their town, or pride in their craft? Whatever the reason it seemed they were all cooking maniacs, every one touched in the head thinking this was a normal way too live.

Dashing through the residential district it was getting more and more troublesome to avoid the ever growing numbers of bodies flooding down to the city center, in order to watch activities unfold on one of the many large screens down there. Opting to stop the excessive evasions he was having to put up with he altered his route, springing from the ground and landing deftly atop the roof of a nearby bungalow, sprinting along it’s join before skipping ahead to the next row of houses and continuing his journey forward. It was certainly quicker to simply go through the island, but the urbanisation left him not short of obstacles, several washing lines requiring a dexterous twist of his body through the air to avoid suffering a clothesline mid air.

The salty crusted air stung his nostrils once again, as in the distance he could see the shoreline an isolated cover where sea met sand and lifted up into land. At civilization’s edge a church was sat, somewhat grandiose given its location it seemed they were a hungry and god fearing people. But while it was large it was also simplistic, humble even, it’s most ornate feature some incredibly picturesque stained glass windows depicting various religious escapades. Walking the grassy plane towards the towering wooden door he dug his fingers into the walls ridges and began scaling the beast, intent on watching the action unfold from it’s highest point, sat atop the steeple. As he neared the top he realized it was perhaps a less than ideal play he’d come up with, after all the bracelets on his wrist was preventing him from avoiding suffering if he fell and he had next to no experience as a rock climber. But despite the idocy of his idea he was determined, he wanted to see the sights from up there and that was exactly what he would do. Scrambling for a foot hold the pirate captain nearly fell then and there as his foot kicked the large bell that hung there, vibrations trying to shake him from his perch as the toll resounded through him. But here was not where he would be bested, gritting his teeth he kept moving hand over hand, refusing to relent in the face of the abuse.

With a satisfied sigh, he clambered into the seated position as a cool breeze brushed past him peering through the distance he could see the gathering of contestants at the opposite end of the stretch of water, all ready, apprehensive awaiting the shot that would signal the start of their race, and when it came chaos took over, a frenzy of movement as a tidal wave of bodies washed across the water. It wasn’t easy to tell with the distance between them but it seemed as though there were some clear front runners, a bulk in the middle and then those that lagged behind. Of those who had made it out in front he saw some odd modes of transport, a few swam with unmatched velocity, there was one who skated atop the waters surface as though it were ice, one who’s many legs allowed him to run atop it like a water strider, and even one who took to the skies as his arms shifted into wings. They really were a bunch with a menagerie of skills but it was far too early to be able to pick a winner yet, it still felt as though anything could happen.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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“Urgh… creeps.” Clover uttered once in the privacy of her own quarters.

The meagre room was a downgrade from the Captain’s chambers she had claimed on the previous vessel she had sailed with, a narrow space that granted her only a single bed, wardrobe and work bench; the Sniper having to squeeze past the latter as soon as she walked through the door. For someone that preferred their own company, having so little personal space was a major inconvenience though not one she had been able to dwell on for too long; her service as a maid meant she had only really used her room to sleep in so far. The rest of the time she was scurrying around the Ymir performing menial chores…

“Bastard.” The green haired girl snapped at the bounty board hanging beside her bed. She slammed her fist into the bounty poster featuring the ‘White Serpent’ with enough force to make the entire board shudder, the complete defunct poster maintained only so she could vent her aggression on it. Beside Izuru’s were the posters of his former compatriots; the ‘Heartless’ and the ‘Beast King’, with Izuru’s bounty not claimable she had hoped to capture them instead but so far they had been completely absent.

With a persisting frown, Clover turned away from her wall of bounties and approached her workbench. Her weapons were sitting untouched on the surface, Clover crouching down to shove the oversized sack of lemonade cans beneath it. The fit was tight but she hardly had the room to store them elsewhere, it would have to do until she found a way to expand her current room. Murdering the occupants of the adjacent rooms and knocking a few holes in the walls were very viable options in her mind…

A solid thud at her door distracted the Sniper from her menacing ideas.

“Go away.” The cyborg responded sharply, knowing it was probably some irritable crew member trying his luck. She rested a hand on the lengthy Quadsong, wincing at the small tweak in her shoulder. Being frozen and thawed had left some damage, the Sniper left hoping it would stop bothering her one day. Thinking of the frost turned her mind to trumping the ice in Izuru’s arsenal, something more potent than her match bolts would surely…

Another thud at the door. Clover glared towards it, partially surprised by the confidence of the poor soul on the other side but mostly pissed that he had dared. She took a single deep breath and listened, noticing that whatever was bothering her was breathing quite heavily… and were those droplets falling? Not a grey cloud had been in the sky when she had entered the ship. There was also distant cries… shouts and crashes…

Another thud.

In the blink of an eye, the Sniper attached a wristbow to her left forearm and fired it towards the door. The sharp bolt pierced through the wood, though surprisingly no yelp followed. Instead it was a deep moaning noise, almost inhuman that was followed by more thuds against the door. The thing disturbing her was attempting to batter the door down.

“Get lost.” Clover grumbled between the dull blows. She attached the other wristbow and lifted Quadsong from the table, slinging the weapon over her shoulder and tightening the strap so it would hold there. She gave the pest a few more seconds to reconsider his actions as she stared at the shuddering door, when he did not cease she stepped towards it.

“I said…!”

Clover planted a heavy foot on the floor, lifting her other cybernetic leg up with a bend at the knee and aimed the toe of her shoe towards the door. Then with a quick snap, shot her foot towards the wooden barrier, knocking it clean off the hinges and straight into whatever was persistently banging on it. The door took the man across the hallway, slamming him into the opposing wall of the corridor. Clover noticed the arms and legs jutting out from either side of the door falling limply as the main body slipped down to the floor.

“Get lost.” The cyborg repeated, exhaling sharply to help ease the flash of red the moment had induced. It had been a while since she had acted on a violent impulse, not since her days travelling with the idiotic Artisans had she lashed out like that. As coherency returned to her heated mind, the Sniper realised she would be requiring a new door; her old one broken at the hinges and splintered in the middle where she had kicked it.

Making a small grumbling noise, the fully equipped Sniper stepped across the hall to retrieve what was left of the door. She lifted the broken wood from the offender, noticing it was a man belonging to the crew as she had suspected. But there was something off about him… for one he was still moving.

Clover stepped back as an arm swiped at her, dropping the parts of the door to the floor. She could clearly see where her bolt had struck now, piercing the man’s chest in quite a dangerous area… combined with the force she had kicked the door into him, his continued consciousness was anything short of miraculous.

“Fooooooooooooooooood!” It groaned, struggling awkward to its feet.

The eyes were pure white, his posture beneath even the low standards displayed by Izuru’s crew. The slobber at his mouth was simply revolting, the man constantly gnashing his jaws and sending bits of phlegm everywhere when he was not moaning and groaning. He staggered towards her, the Sniper suddenly caring less about his strange behaviour and more about getting rid of him.

With a flick of both wrists, she fired two bolts into the man’s chest, the force of the bolts sending him back into the wall.

“Foooooo-!”

Another flick of the wrist and a bolt was buried between his eyes, the strange man’s voice fading along with his ability to stand. He fell with his back against the wall and then slumped to the side, this time not stirring from the damage she had inflicted. Briefly Clover wondered what the punishment for killing crew members would be.

Other groans echoed down the passage, similar to the deceased man. The Sniper ignored them for the time being, bending over to pick up the remnants of her door. Applying her more practical mindset, she was able to wedge it into place to create a barrier for her room, though the slightest shove would probably cause it to collapse again. She could pester Izuru about a new room as soon as she figured out why his crew had developed an annoying moaning habit and a clear death wish…
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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The racers burst from the start gate like a flood and for first it was a tight tussle between the leading three, though the large island of men and women in the middle was beginning to break up as some lagged and some sprinted to catch up. At the sight of so many swimming there was a momentary twinge of nostalgia as he remembered what he had given up in exchange for his devil fruit powers. But quickly he brushed it aside, there was no time to be looking to the past, this was the path he had chosen, one that would take him to the future he desired, past that he needed nothing. ”Pheeeeeeew” came a low whistle startling the pirate from his day dreaming ”These youngsters sure are spirited today hmmmm. Seeing something like this really takes me back” Turning his head Izuru saw what appeared to be a frail old man perched on the tower face adjacent to his own, though he looked far too fragile to have done so some how he’d managed to make it up here without so much as a hint towards his presence and now sat here as though it were the most natural thing in the world. ”Oi gramps, get lost, you’re cramping my spot.” with that the old man looked at him, giving a gaze of appraisal somehow only the elderly seemed to manage, as though piercing past all izuru’s layers to see him as he really was ”You’ve got a pretty big mouth for a brat, I don’t remember handing this over to you” with that his admittedly infantile fuse was blown, and disregarding every lesson of good conduct every bestowed upon a human being he took a swing at the elderly man.

The movements were sublime, dancing like a leaf through the breeze he’d tumbled through the air before the ice man’s arm had even fully extended, landing atop it with the utmost of ease ”Fohfohfohfohfohfohfoh the hot headedness of youth, you kids really do have a lot to learn” with an irritated grunt he shook the old man free of his perch and turned his attention to the sea’s once more. The race had really progressed, the one who ran atop the waters surface, the waterstrider and the flying woman were clearly at the head of the pack though the others were refusing to be discounted so easily giving their all to close the gap.

”So who do you have for winner?” ”Hmmm now that’s quite a question, everyone lined up here are the elite when it comes to this islands chefs but of course not all of them have the talent to go all the way, not yet at least. Those three at the front are physically skilled but their cooking skills are still immature, if I had to put my money on one of them it would be…….him” it was one of the bodies near the middle of the large pack that occupied the race’s center, overall he was fairly innocuous just one of the many swimming bodies but this old man seemed determined he had the highest hopes. ”That’s chef Colbert from Surprise cooking shack………and my grandson” with the last half of the revelation the pirates mouth dropped open dumbfounded, wondering how he had ever thought it an ok idea to take the advice of this senile old geezer ”The hell are you talking about, that’s obviously just favouritism” ”It’s nothing of the sort, that man right there is going to be one of the greatest chefs this island has ever seen……….a grandpa knows these things” ”THAT’S PRACTICALLY THE DEFINITION OF FAVOURITISM YA DAMNED MUMMY!” but it seemed his words fell on deaf ears with the old man having no intention of yielding to logic.

With a sigh of contempt for the deluded old fart he returned his gaze to the event itself which was progressing well, the pack leaders were just making it near the shoreline while the rest did all they could to get there aswell, the running portion of their race looming ahead though none given the time recuperate. ”Well it was something, try not to break a hip climbing down off this thing old man” ”It’s not me you should be worried about” slamming a foot into the pirates back and kicking him off the towering steeple ”Fooooohfohfohfohfoh, fooooooooohfohfohfohfoh. Don’t underestimate a grandparents love” ”What the fuck are you doing you old fart?!?!” hovering in the air momentarily before plummeting towards the ground, shock fading and his senses returning once more, he drew his sword stabbing it into the concrete and carving through it as it slowed his decent dropping dexterously to the ground upon reaching it and withdrawing his weapon. ”YOU’RE LUCKY IM LATE YOU SENILE SHITBAG, I’LL CUT THAT DAMNED WRINKLED HEAD FROM YOUR SHOULDERS BEFORE I LEAVE THIS PLACE” cleaving a diagonal slash through the cubic column before sheathing his blade and departing. In the distance he heard the grinding of stone on stone as gravity steadily dislodged the piece before a final heralding crash as it came down entirely, a self satisfied smirk dancing upon his lips.

He had no choice but to sprint towards the cooking stadium, while the contestants still had both the run and the cycling portions of their race too go he had no intention of arriving after them and wanted to take no chances, though it was not hard to see the stadium from any part of the island, a towering coliseum and this was in a place where tall buildings seemed somewhat the norm. Dashing across the distance he found the journey surprisingly less stunted when he was rid of the distraction of snacks, that wasn’t too say he’d given up on them but he could at least wait until arriving at the arena, they were bound to have some top tier eatables at such a publicized event.

The que was abusively long, sprawling all the way from the coliseum entrance down into the very town itself and it did not seem to be moving at a pace befitting something of it’s length, he was going to be here all day if he stood in that damned thing. Scouting the area he came to the conclusion there really was only one viable option, he would have to scale the coliseum himself and sneak in. The last thing he needed was to start causing a commotion by forcing his way through the front door. Determined in his decision he walked the perimeter, looking for an area less on display to the sprawling masses, chanting with ever increasing fervor. For the second time today he was going to be recklessly scaling something, this did seem reason enough to question just what it was that had brought him to this point twice in 24 hours, but the whole point of taking the straight forward route was not over thinking things, this was no time for self reflection.

Grasping a handhold he prepared to clamber up the wall when he heard the sounds of hushed mutters behind him, turning he saw several curious gaze’s shifted his way as people began to shuffle nearer and nearer gathering in their joint cause of getting a better look. “that’s him right? One of the seven warlords?” “That’s Izuru Kazehara ain’t it?” “Snowflake? No Freezerburn that was it!!” ”It’s frostbite ya damned idiots!!! Just who the hell’s name do you bastards think your screwing with?” There was a stunned gasp at the unexpected outburst before descending into cheers and screams as the crowd began to grow “It’s really him!!! And he’s so rough, like one of those real pirates you hear about” “One of the Warlords came to our island!!” “Hey are you here on world government buisness?!” “Would you sign my t-shirt??” “Yeh me too could I have your autograph” in all honesty he barely heard any of these words as only one passage was in his head, floating around and around in looped repetition “Like one of those real pirates” He’d known upon taking this title people would assume he’d simply become a dog of the government and he’d been prepared for that, or at least thought he was, but now hearing it in person………..it fuckin pissed him off. ”Just who the fuck are you messing with!!!” His arm drawn back into a fist to plough into the face of the nearest bystander hopefull halting the onslaught of accolades. But it did not follow, through the crook of his elbow a suited male with vibrant green hair had hooked his arm and was holding it at bay ”I must thank you most warmly for giving our guests such an exciting display, but your seat has been made ready sir and if you would allow it I will have someone take you to it. “

With no idea what the man was talking about it seemed easiest to simply go with the flow and allow him to lead him towards the arena a seat was a seat after all no matter how it was acquired. Behind him he could hear the murmurs resume once again “Oh so it was just a show?” “I guess that’s part of the package now he’s a celebrity and all” “What a guy, even putting on a performance off the clock” as he departed the sound of applause steadily grew as did the vein bulging on the pirates temple, his teeth grinding up a storm. Inside he nabbed himself an assortment of snacks before being led up the stairs to the midsection of the seating where a table had been laid out fully equipped with a buffet of morsels to munch. The place was already packed, terrible news for the hundreds outside though great for him given the coincidental seating. In an instant the whole place exploded in a roaring wave of cheers as the first bedraggled chef made their way onto the arena floor, swiftly followed by a second and a third. They wasted no time getting to work, rushing to unfasten their food goods and get it to the nearest workstation. They seemed in good spirits despite the arduous journey getting here and now was time for the final leg of their journey, the cook off.

Steadily more bodies trailed in and as they did the cloud of aroma that wafted from the station got ever more complex and pungent, it was mouth watering and somehow the longer he had to sit amidst it the less vibrant his own table of food seemed to appear. The anticipation was mounting as the chefs progressed to see just who would score best in this first round, fervently pouring all the skill available to them into this their crowning achievement. It was only the first round and yet with the level of tension you would think it the finals, nobody was holding back anything.

With no one having come through for a while Izuru had thought the contestants finished with their entrances, or at least those who would make it but one more made his way onto the field. A gaudily dressed man with a red afro, wearing a pinstripe suit of the same color and a yellow shirt underneath, his face clad in macabre clown make up. Unease washed across the stadium at the sight of him, something about him just not feeling as though it belonged here. Though this was quickly confirmed as countless bodies poured in after him nothing more than poorly dressed thugs with weapons. Pulling a flintlock off one of his men the packs leader fired it off into the air halting everything within in a stunned silence ”Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we will be tonight’s entertainment.” “What the hell do you think you’re doing?? You don’t belong in here” one of the indignant chefs striding up to the clown clad man to put him directly in his place. For his trouble he received a gun butt to the face knocking him directly on his ass. “What the hell do you want from us??” one of the chefs shouted, apparently the only ones with enough gumption in this climate to open their mouths despite clear and present danger “Well now that’s a good question…we want to take you as our hostages”

“What kind of a man could do something like that” hearing those words it was like a switch had been flipped within the suited clown, striding across the green before clasping the man who’d said it by the cheeks ”You remind me of my father………I hated my father” a knife dropping from his sleeve to press against the fearful man’s throat ”Do you wanna know how I got these……………shoes?” For the first time everyone looking down to see that despite his appearance at the height of formal unhinged chic he was in fact also wearing big floppy clown shoes. ”My father, was the elephant man. He despised me for my normal proportions and being able to find love, one night he’d been drinking started getting crazier than usual. The ringmaster got the tranquilizer gun to defend himself but I was left with nothing, he comes at me….clown shoes in hand and snarls lets put a little..club on that foot. annnnnnd they've never come off since.” His face frozen in horror the man fell to the ground as the clown took away the hand from behind his head that had propped him up thus far ”Now, our plan. Around this island there are numerous containers of a certain chemical gas. That gas is also stored beneath this very stadium, enough to kill every one of you. Now unfortunately it won’t end just with you dying, you’re body will be taken over by an overwhelming hunger, you’ll devour anything around, friends, loved ones, childred….anyone” a sadistic smile curving his lips as though this very thought aroused him ”Now don’t be scared, we left the gas out there to show we were serious and what it could do, but in here you’re safe, as long as no one tries to come in. The moment anyone comes within 30 metres of this place BOOOOOM! Pop goes the weasel hahahahaha AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA”
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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The upper deck of the Ymir was akin to a battlefield as the cyborg strode out.

She did not recognise anyone in particular but took every man present as a member of Izuru’s crew, though they were being less than amicable for one another as they clashed. Half the men fighting appeared frightened and desperate as they fended off the more violent half of the batch, men displaying the same symptoms as the fellow she had put down a few moments ago. If she were a compassionate person or cared even an ounce for the crew, the Sniper might have intervened to save those still clinging to sanity. But since the feral pirates did not tear away from their current victims to pursue her, Clover was content to ignore them.

Instead she approached the side of the vessel and looked down at the equally chaotic dock.

The same scene met her eyes, the frightened being chased by the mad with their slobbering mouths and gnashing teeth. The stark contrast with this dock with the pleasant and welcoming place she had been greeted with upon arriving left Clover a little unnerved. Clearly it was not just Izuru’s fodder acting up but some sort of disaster occurring on Iron Knife Island, a place that provided seemingly endless quantities of food yet could not satisfy the hunger of several psychopaths. She doubted it was the product of some ancient curse or hidden evil… the Sniper’s more practical mind guessing that something was poisoning the minds of the hungry. Maybe it was in the food?

Not all food clearly. She had eaten a few morsels and still retained her sanity. It could not be airborne or in the water either, otherwise everyone on the dock would be a ravenous attacker, not just a few. Unless some were more susceptible than others… but that did not compute with the Sniper, she considered every single member of Izuru’s posse to be weak minded and weak willed. Clover glanced over her shoulder to check that she was still being ignored, some fellow having his arm gnawed on but nothing lurching in her direction. When she turned her attention back to the docks, she noticed something new in the midst of the chaos.

What appeared to be a large canister was being wheeled along the wooden boardwalk, accompanied by four tall figures dressed in red and black overalls. And in front of them lead a shorter red haired female. They seemed comparatively calm compared to the rest of those caught in the commotion, fending off the hordes of mindless consumers by hurling food at them…

They were suspicious enough for Clover to investigate.

Refuelled on lemonade, the Sniper needed only a moment to bend her cybernetic legs and then spring suddenly into the air. The cyborg zipped over the dock, her giant leap landing Clover neatly on the mast of the ship closest to land and also conveniently close to the unusual group and the big cylinder they were towing along.

As they reached the centre of the dock, they appeared to stop and spread out around the container. The guys in the overalls quickly went about laying a perimeter of what appeared to be burgers around them, halting the advances of any dribblejaws that loomed too close. Those that ate the food seemed to be satisfied for a moment and wander away from the group, though the Sniper noticed they soon turned feral again after a few paces. The practiced appeared to be keeping the group safe though for what purpose, she was not sure.

The redhead appeared to be talking into a snail not too dissimilar from the one Izuru had gifted her earlier…
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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The sound of screams had already begun to drift in from the outside world, the horror of what this island had in store only settling into its opening act, still far more than this prologue yet to be endured. The crowd could say nothing; this mad man had captured their attention and their fear and wielded the two like a weapon as real as any sword. He was unpredictable and because of that the notion they might be chosen to die at any moment meant none was too keen to bring the attention to themselves. Looking down at the scene below Izuru was resigned to a certain level of acknowledgement, subjugation was the first step in invasion and watching this one work was almost art in motion, snuffing out the will to fight with a few simple words and a little planning.

”So, anyone else? Any more want to come and stop us? But I have to warn you if it doesn’t work what happens next…….will be on your head” there was a darkness to the words that told everyone around just how heavy a penalty would be paid for uprising, however in the midst of the silence the pirate had his anonymity stolen from him ”Well what’s this, who do we have here?” Izuru already able to feel the man’s manic gaze fix upon him ”An A lister ladies and gentlemen, the great izuru kazehara one of our goverments 7 favourite mutts. Lets have a round of applause for our special guest……….I SAID CLAP!” barking the order as only frozen silence followed his initial request. Realising it was probably time for him to depart this scene and that observation no longer seemed like the best option, he looked towards the exit only to see gangs of men clad in carnival paint on either side of him blocking retreat, it seemed he’d not in fact only just been noticed.

”What is it you want with me?””Woohooohoooo that really is a very self centered little head you have sat up there, can’t a guy just hold a few of his neighbors for ransom without some ulterior motive? Maybe our paths crossing was just a happy coincidence, a trick of fate to see who’d win in a contest of inhibition.”What the fuck are you babbling about?””Nothing at all don’t mind me, im just excited to be around so many smiling faces.””So how does all this end? Just what are you expecting to get from this?””That simple, Change and the freedom it brings with it.””You’re going to free yourself by killing a stadium full of people, that sounds like the desperation of trash unhappy with their situation.”Don’t talk like one of them, you’re not one of them. No! even if you like to be. To them you’re just a criminal like me, they need you now but when they don’t they’ll cast you out like a leper. See their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble, I’ll show you when the chips are down, these civilised people…….they’ll eat each other! See im not a monster, im just ahead of the curve.””Those are some interesting words, but you chose your audience poorly, I don’t expect anything more from vermin then that but I ain’t got no interest in being dragged into it” A shocked gasp washed over the crowd obviously having held on to the hope that he would be their knight in shining armour and repel the invaders, to not only be an empty hope but also such a heartless man, many illusions were shattered that day. Though there was one who was unfazed, the red haired male letting out a quiet chuckle that nursed and grew before exploding into a burst of manic laughter. ”You’re just as cold as they said you would be, well in that case im afraid you’ll have to sit back and watch for a little, we can’t have our guest leaving early”

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Outside the stadium a garrison of men had gathered, 300 of the marines finest lead by their charismatic captain whose head appeared to be covered by what looked like an oversized cheese grater and the amply endowed lieutenant upon whose back appeared to be a giant straw.

“MEN! We have been gathered here today to protect our families, to protect your friends, to protect your lives! In there we will be faced with a great big block of evil, but we will not falter, we will not stumble, we will shave away at it till it is nothing but weak ribbons before sprinkling it upon a thick slice of justice and grilling it under the flames of our passion!! We will not avert our eyes, we are the hope of iron knife island, we are force fromage and we will thwart this menace!!”

“HOOOORRAAAAAHHHH!!!” in unison every man present cheered invigorated for the battle ahead.

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“Ronald D McDonald, You are under arrest for the threat of terrorism against the island of iron knife. Come out now with your hands up and you will not be harmed” the faceless voice resounding around the stadium.
”You can go to hell, you come in here and this whole place goes up in smoke…….litterally hahaha”

“We have with us a black den den mushi, you know what this means, you will be unable to use your device, this is your last opportunity to surrender or else we’re coming in”

”Well I did not see that coming, looks like we’ll just have to take care of you the old fashioned way.” laughter resonating from the arena once again. “BREECH” Izuru watched as Countless bodies stormed the arena floor hammering the gun toting men to the ground and training the barrels of their weapons upon them in an attempt to avoid resistance, with the utmost speed the washed across the green, systematically taking down every assailant and holding them there.

“Captain!! These people hand’s are taped to their weapons!!!” in horror the man rolled over the body that was beneath his foot and what he saw staring back at him was not the face of Ronald D Mcdonald but the wimpering expression of some poor man in a red wig. His eyes widened in shock and confusion but he was given no time to compute, the ice man keeping a close eye as one man stood from within the crowd raising his hand with a detonator from which wired trailed and clamped his thumb down on the button………silence…..click…click…clickclickclick in the end he threw the damnable broken think down at the crowd below where it impacted with an explosive BANG! The noise did not come from the detonator itself but a corner of the arena floor followed by a stream of consecutive explosions that ran the perimeter of the interior grounds, cries of fear coming from the men below as the footing became unsteady before collapsing in on itself and sending them plummeting into the pit below.

First there was silence, the lull that fell in the wake of such frenzied chaos, slowly followed by an increasing number of pained groans as those who’d survived the fall began to wish they hadn’t. But this sound too was eclipsed by the steadily growing hiss of escaping gas as a faint pink smog began to rise up out of the pit. First it bathed the bodies lying within it but slowly it diffused higher rising ever further, tendrils grasping at the walls of rock and mud in an attempt to escape their confines. From below the groans became more agonised, more intense, they didn’t sound pained any more they sounded almost infatuated as though they were forcing their body to do the impossible in order to move towards something. The volume increased ever further as the groaning numbers rose with the passage of time, the pink haze rising ever further now able to wash across the first row of patrons who still had no idea just what it was coming towards them. But what they inhaled was so much worse than they could have imagined.

With the commotion that had happened the initial threat had been entirely forgotten, the thing that had kept them stuck in their seats thus far but not for long. Screams of pain drew all attention down to the bottom rung of the audience and with good reason, bodies clambering up the isle’s and sinking their teeth into who ever was nearest to them, a mad dash became necessary with people throwing one another to the wolves while trying to clamber to freedom, the true savagery of human nature on full display as what was supposed to be a festival became a frantic sprint for survival of the fittest. Parents tried to shield their children as they clambered to safety but with every other person in here having the same idea collateral damage was all but inevitable, father, mothers and children alike trampled beneath the herd as it stampeded for safety.

Across the arena he saw the red headed male catch his eye and give a wide grin along with a tip of the imaginary cap before leaping from the arena’s edge to the hard ground below, a fall that should surely have killed him though evidently not as his companions were quick to follow, their camouflage no longer necessary. Left with a tsunami of bodies coming crashing his way, an ever increasing number of soulless drones that would devour anything and a cloud of poisonous smoke coming heading straight for him he wasn’t left with an abundance of options aside from vacating the scene. Reaching into his pocket he pulled from within it a white mask, fastening it over his face before for the second time this day plummeting free fall from a great height, drawing his sword he once again stabbed it into the wall the rushed past next to him, carving through it to slow his decent before landing lightly on his feet at the area’s base.

In the distance he could see columns of pink smoke rising up from multiple points across the city, this was problematic he was almost as far from his ship as he could be and that smoke was sure to be causing his men problems, the last thing he needed was a ship over run by these ravenous monsters. Looking back up he saw bodies backed against the arena barriers while people looked over debating the merits of even attempting the jump though one had not the time to wait and leapt onto the almost entirely deflated bouncy castle left in the red haired mans wake which crumpled under the impact with a sickening splat. This place really was going to hell, this thought only confirmed as behind him that same splattered sound effect became both more numerous and frequent.

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”Are we ready?”
A singular woman in an oriental style dress stood at the forefront of a batallion of bodies a few larger bald men while most were sleek bodied women with large curved broadswords in hand each and every one with a panda mask upon their face ”We ready”

A Man in a beige suite with a mustache, goatee and head of hair that had all lost their color to time looked through bespectacled eyes at the group along with him, men whose eyes had seen war and looked upon it fondly their clothing consisting mostly of a camoflage patter with many white tank tops appearing,

”Well I do declare, this be a fine dandy day for death”

A broad shouldered woman clad in the garbs of a widow whose throat bulged with an adams apple was flanked by countless young ladies all of whom had a most suspicious shade of five o clock shadow around the chin and surprisingly hair legs. ”My Candies and I are ready for anything big boy” the seductive tones spoken in an awkwardly bass ridden voice

The final recipient of the call actually gave no response though that was almost as good as though he had instead gesturing wildly at the video den den mushi pointed towards him before giving and enthusiastic thumbs up, clad in a a pastel blue suit with red tie it was his head that drew attention, perfectly spherical with a little cone shaped hat place just off center as though an upside down ice cream cone had been attached to his neck. Alongside him a gang of others that looked nothing short of identical.

”Then move out, marines, chefs, the fat man, kill them all and we’ll make this island ours again.”

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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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