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| Spirit | Nov 18 2013, 02:16 PM Post #16 |
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Enemy of the Site
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Ittai's eyes flew open suddenly as several resounding knocks landed on the door of his room. Sitting up just as suddenly, the pirate instantly regretted that decision as pain assaulted him from several points of his body, though it was mainly from his head. It did not take him long to realize that it was the hangover headache that was currently bothering him. It had been a while since he had gotten a hangover so while the experience was not new to him, it was far from familiar or pleasant. The knocking sounded again as he flopped back down onto the bed and winced as the action sent spider veins of pain shooting across his chest. Even twenty years after getting burned, the burns still let themselves be known quite readily. "What the fuck do you want?" the chef growled as he rubbed his eyes in a futile attempt to chase away the pain. "Sir, you asked me to wake you two hours before the start of the competition." came the voice of one of his subordinates from behind the closed door. The doctor lay there for a couple of moments trying to remember if he had indeed asked the man to wake him but for the life of him he could not remember if he did. Hell, he did not remember much from the night before aside from telling a story of his life to some random kid. What possessed him to do so was beyond his comprehension but that was in the past. The bilkan groaned at the thought of the kid blabbing his mouth to Marines about his story but trying to find the kid and silencing him now would take more time than he was willing to waste on that particular matter. "Come on in." the ex-Marine said to his subordinate, who complied immediately and entered the room, carrying a platter of breakfast food, a newspaper and some reports from his other subordinates on the going ons of the island. Placing the platter on the table beside the bed, the subordinate continued to mill around, stepping nervously from foot to foot. "Is something the matter?" Ittai asked, not opening his eyes. "Erm, I have a confession to make. You wouldn't wake up the first couple of times I came by to wake you up so there is only 30 minutes before the competition starts!" the man rambled on quickly, finishing before his courage deserted him. "It is probably best if you leave right now." the pirate replied in a deathly calm voice after several moments, sending his subordinate scurrying out of the room, glad to be alive. The chef sighed as he opened his eyes and pushed himself out of bed, sitting down on the edge. While he was not happy that his order was not carried out as intended, the fact that he had no idea why he gave that order made the blunder less severe. After all, with the competitions happening once a day, and sometimes twice a day, why would he want to go to this particular one. However, there must have been a reason behind that order, but that would wait till later. Taking a deep breath, the doctor pushed himself off the bed and stood up, stretching his limbs, wincing as the burnt skin grew taut over his chest. The years certainly have not made this part of the morning routine any easier, thought it was a bit less painful than it was originally. Further stretching his body to make sure it was limber, the bilkan made his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He had made sure of the years to not show his bare back to anyone since his black, skeletal wings were rather prominent and hard to miss unless they were covered by his coat. Nearing the sink, the ex-Marine unwound the meters of bandages that encased his chest and face and dropped them on the floor before washing off his face and chest from the sink. There was a pitter-patter of feet and when Ittai looked down, the dirty bandages were gone only to be replaced by several rolls of clean ones. The pirate smirked at the thought of the gnomes having to clean up after him, it was certainly a pleasant thought. Taking out a tube of antibiotics, the chef spread the paste within all over his chest and face, to keep his burns from getting infected, before applying several coats of bandages, making sure to leave his eyes, nose, and mouth relatively free. As he moved out, the doctor noticed a squeaking noise coming from his wings, making a note to get some oil for them. Finishing his morning ritual, he exited the bathroom and, after making sure the shutters were closed tightly, sat down in the armchair besides the bed, taking a couple of pieces of bacon and feeding one to the his mogwai, who found his way to the table, and eating some himself as he perused the newspaper. Finding nothing of interest in it, the bilkan took a piece of toast before turning his attention to the reports. All but two reported business as usual. And those two certainly got the ex-Marine The first one reported that the local food mafia were beginning to act suspicious. Ittai scowled at the words. Couldn't have the man put down something more than the movement was suspicious? Any detail at all would have been much more appreciated. As such, the report did not tell him anything that he did not already know. Well, it did confirm that the mafia was up to something. Exactly what it might be was beyond the pirate for it was not the reason he came to this island. It what was detailed in the second report that had been the reason for the chef's prolonged stay on the island. It seemed that Shichibukai Izuru had finally reached the island. The doctor had heard rumors that the Warlord was making his way in this direction, however, no one was sure which island he would finally show his face on. It seemed that the bilkan had chosen correctly. The ex-Marine smiled at this particular realization. He did not know why Izuru showed up on this island, but he would be ready for Frostbite. While normally Ittai would not particularly care whether or not a Shichibukai showed his face on any particular island or not, the fact that Izuru was a recently appointed Warlord meant that, most likely, he had yet to make alliances with other pirate crews and as such, this pirate had a good chance of successfully offering Izuru his services. And the Warlord accepted his alliance, then the chef would be well on his way to furthering his goal of global chaos. After all, with a Shichibukai as his "captain", the doctor could greatly increase the number of followers behind his cause. The bilkan smirked as he finished his breakfast and got up to finish dressing. Putting on his coat and strapping on his giant sword, the ex-Marine was drawn out of his reverie/planning by the sound of commotion outside his door before it burst open with three of his underlings coming through, looking disheveled. "Sir, there's something strange going on outside. A lot of people are acting viciously, biting anyone they can get their hands on!" one of the men saluted. Ittai frowned at the news, many different scenarios running through his head before settling on the one that had the best chance of working. "Gather the rest of our men and make your way to Shichibukai Izuru's ship and help them in any way you can." the pirate ordered, putting on his hat and glasses and putting the mogwai into his pocket, strode out of the room and into the chaos that was beginning to spread across the island. Could this be the suspicious activity that the food mafia was accused of? Most signs pointed to yes, but the chef learned early on that nothing had one hundred percent certainty. Exiting the tavern, the doctor was faced with further chaos as people were running back and worth, screaming. The bilkan smiled at the chaos. This was his domain. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Nov 19 2013, 10:15 AM Post #17 |
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“Gosh darn it! That clown’s a real piece of work!” The red haired woman appeared to be done with her conversation, the exclamation directly away from the snail. Clover noticed the creature had dropped into a state of slumber, probably a signal that it was no longer transmitting her words to the mysterious recipient. The Sniper momentarily glanced at the similar device Izuru had given her, wondering if she should activate the creature (maybe one of the buttons?) and try to contact the Shichibukai to warn him of the trouble at the docks. But that would appear helpful and be completely against the code of defiance Clover had vowed to follow since her capture. Besides he would probably just laugh it off as some joke. “Well fellas, y’all best be putting on them masks before we blow this casket. Seems effective enough from them civvies we’ve sprayed.” The Sniper’s attentions snapped back to the motley crew below, each member of the band pulling out an odd mask. She only had the single second to think about it, the large canister, the masks with hidden apparatus behind the mouths and the act of spraying the female with the drawn out accent had commented on. The appearance of pink blooms of gas across the city’s horizon all but made up her mind; she needed one of those masks. “We still gon’ whack that clown after this, Wendy?” One of those cronies asked, a second before the weight of the cyborg landed on top of him. Being the man at the back of the pack, his companions did not react as quickly as they might have done had she dropped on the leader. As they started to turn towards the noise in surprise, the Sniper raised one arm with wristbow primed and fired a single piercing bolt into the closest man’s back. As he collapsed, she darted forward, slamming her heavy boot into the knee cap of the third victim on her war path, an agonised yelp escaping his lips as he toppled down as well. By the time she had downed three of the men, the last enforcer and the leading female had noticed the presence of the heavily armed maid. The nearest red and black suited mobster appeared to reach for a concealed weapon, though Clover fixed her eyes firmly on the mask he was holding with his other hand. A fluid jolt from her right arm allowed the cyborg to press the tip of her crossbow into the unfortunate fellow’s shoulder. Then she mentally triggered the armed bow as her other hand snatched the mask from his grasp. He hit the ground in a bundle of pain along with his fellows. “What in tarnation?!” Wendy cried out. The girl looked shocked, probably by the fluidity with which her goons had been dispatched. Clover did not permit her a moment of rest to catch up with the rapid events, lunging forward once more towards her target. The red haired leader attempted to back away but the sheer speed of the cyborg meant there was no escape, Clover thrusting her knee into the other females gut to wind her and prevent any further resistance. The head mobster fell breathlessly to her knees, clutching her stomach. “Surrender.” Clover ordered, poking the side of the downed girl’s head with the tip of her wristbow. “Aren’t you precious?” Wendy snapped back, spitting at the cyborg. Clover was adjusted to such disgusting actions from captured criminals, having caught her fair share in the past. But the red haired leader spat directly at her, the phlegm striking her knee. Having cybernetic legs, the Sniper would not have noticed such an insignificant action if not for her watchful eyes. It was the resulting fizzing and gas the exuded from the spit that kept her eyes firmly fixed on the same point. The black stocking dissolved away at the knee, even the skin grafs beneath it starting to break apart as if it were some form of acid. Clearly a weak one as the corrosive effects stopped once they met the titanium beneath, though a curious ability all the same. Probably even harmful if directed at any non-cybernetic part of her body. The Sniper did not grant Wendy the opportunity, slamming the same knee into the side of girl’s head. She slumped to the floor out cold, the remnants of the spit starting to fizzle on one of her cheeks. “W-wendy!” The outburst earned the goon that made it her coldest glare. The man froze in her eye sight, his comrades still ailing from the wounds she had inflicted. He was the last member she had taken out with the bolt to the shoulder. A particularly malicious idea came to Clover and she followed it, dashing towards the male and slamming her boot down on the bolt in the wound. She watched silently as he cried out, waiting for his yells to lower into a whimper before continuing. “Tell me everything.” |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| ♥ Singularity | Nov 21 2013, 04:48 AM Post #18 |
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Dairy 4 T4
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The further Izuru descended into town the more desperate the situation began to look, civillians scattered like roaches as they fled from the ravenous menace. Their numbers were cetainly growing, this condition spreading like a plague across the population as every bite given recruited a new soldier to their army. Scattered families howled the names of their loved one’s in panicked fear, trying to juggle fleeing for their lives alongside gathering their loved ones. The hammering of fists on wood played the overarching crecendo to this symphony, stragglers begging for refuge. But it was not unlike the clown had described it, here where the world had been plunged into chaos and order was but a distant dream no longer did morals and good conduct reign. Now it was simply every man for himself, with those around trying to bury their heads in the sand in the hopes this terror wouldn’t reach them. Pathetic! The sentiment punctuated by a sickening crunch as one of the ravenous parasites rushed the ice man, jaw agape and had his katana’s sheathe thrust through the back of the throat for it’s trouble. Clubbing the biting menace to the ground he took from within his suit the small snail he used to contact his crew members walking serenely through a scene of sheer pandemonium. Ka-cha ”Whats the situation at the ship?” Swiftly ducking as one of the starved fiends leapt for his head, sailing over the pirate and into a fleeing woman behind who hit the ground with a sickening squelch, the sounds of flesh being torn from bone eclipsing the impact. “It ain’t good boss, theres these things, they won’t stop eating….eating everything, a few of the boys got bitten and now they’re the same. Doesn’t matter how many times we try to knock em out they keep getting back up” ”Hmmmm? You really are a pretty useless bunch if you can’t figure out the solution by yourselves. If they won’t go to sleep like good boys and girls, make it so they won’t ever wake up. “”B-b-but boss we can’t kill em, these guys are family.””DUMBASS WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO QUESTION AN ORDER?!?! You think those guys would be satisfied knowing they’d killed their comrades, give them a good burial and make sure you hold out untill I get there””GOT IT BOSS!! We won’t fail!!””I’d expect nothing less…..oh and the bounty hunter girl, what happened with her?””Little sis clover? She was here helping us defend the ship but she went on ahead.””I see, well she should have no problem looking after herself anyway. Keep those bastards out of the ship I’ll be there soon””Understood boss” Those useless bastards, getting themselves bitten, he’d left them with a metal fortress at their disposal, you’d think they could at least keep themselves fuckin safe. Well no matter, they had yogi with them so it was unlikely things would get too desperate before he arrived, and besides these men were useful but not invaluable, worst came to worst he’d purge that damned thing himself. ”New kama aesthetic art number 29: Hair Revitalising kiiiiiiick” With all the warning a spontaneous scream provided Izuru was alerted to the two shadows that enveloped his world, looking up two see two distinctly dangerous sights though for entirely different reasons. First was the two pairs of legs directly above him both of which were preparing to rain down a shower of kicks, the second was the unblocked valley directy between said pairs of particularly hairy legs, leading right up to the bulge ridden panties. Izuru’s cheeks exploded and his hand flew to his mouth, stomach instantly turned. Though this did nothing for his defence and for all the good it did him he was rewarded by a shower of kicks that hammered down upon him, before being sent skidding across the cobbled ground. Picking himself up he dusted off the scuffing the fall caused and looked up to see just who it was that had managed this ambush. This new angle did little to improve his reaction, already able to feel the bile rise in his throat. On the left a pink miniskirted blonde wearing a high schoolers uniform, on the right with black pigtails dressed in a nurses outfit. Now to many this was perhaps the perfect surprise had it not been for the fact that cramed into these garments were two men. ”Just what the fuck do you think your doing you shitty ladyboy’s?””Arararara, if you talk like that you’ll never get a woman cutie boy” though it was ended with a wink the pirate had a hard time envisioning anything more repulsive, why was he even asking what the fuck they were doing? There was no use in learning the motives of the dead. ”This is the one right barbie? The candy Queen is looking for.” the pigtailed girl gave her partner an enthusiastic nod ”It’s a shame, he’s pretty rugged, perhaps I should take him for myself, we could elope, it would be just like romeo and juliet””Just who the fuck is it you’re involving in those fantasies” the words hissed through gritted teeth ”Why the hell are you getting in my way” hearing the query, the muscular maiden fell to one knee, taking on distinctly theatrical pose ”Blame not yourself little cutie, it’s not your fault, simply a quirk of fate. I cannot tell you why but Queen has asked for your head, and as her loyal servants we must deliver.” Immediately Izuru’s gaze darkened, and his lips spread into a wide and predatory grin ”Oh so it’s like that? If it was something that simple you should have said so in the first place, I’ll be sure to repay your hospitality. The pair surrounded him, taking polar opposite positions as they weaved in a circular pattern. The attack happened in an instant without so much as a hint of warning, both bodies propelling off at the same moment coming from either direction. Twisting his body he managed to slip between the pair but the onslaught was not over, with almost perfectly synchronised team work they came at him over and over, striking in tandem as he was forced to block with his sheathed blade on one side and his arm on the other. The blows weren’t without weight, he could feel the heavy impact with each strike, but they weren’t enough to break his guard, after taking the hits of that Okama bunny these two felt like freaking preschoolers in comparison ”So that’s all you’re capable of? Sending garbage of this calibre for my head, this island has just been one insult after another. I’ve seen this fighting style before, in comparison this bullshit is nothing but a bad joke!!” Ensuring his point was made he ended the sentence by thrusting the handle of his katana into the throat of his charging foe before clamping down on it and causing the blade to extend sending the sheathe rocketing into the adam’s apple of his partner. Retracting his weapon he clamped a hand around the throat of the choking transvestite in front of him and threw him backwards where he landed with a crash shattering the window of a bakery, the sound drawing the attention of the monsters with their endless hunger, the numbers swarming him. ”You bastards what did you do to penny?””Hmmmm? What kind of question is that? It’s the winners right to do as they please with the loser, 1 less eye sore to deal with. Now how will I prepare you? Maybe I should feed you to these parasites like that other bastard, or should I leave a dismembered corpse as a thank you to whoever sent you here? So many options to choose from, I never was much good with making decisions”” It’s time you were chastised a little, undisciplined boys are not cute at all!” launching forward with a barraged of punches the pirate slapped away as they came at him, dancing backwards keeping the distance between them at all times. But his playful approach to combat was cut short, a groaned gurgle coming from behind him as he thumped into something solid, looking round to see a saliva drowned maw opening up to clamp down on him. Dropping to the ground he saw a fist sail overhead and into the awaiting mouth of the gaping zombie who gratefully clamped down. screams abound once more he skittered a little further down the street while the okama was left to clutch his remaining stump and howl in pain, only attracting more of the vermin with his cries. This was no joke, their numbers were beginning to seem endless, staggered stumbling bodies dragging themselves out open doorways and shattered windows, out of alleys and bursting from bushes this disease had spread like wild fire. Even if alone they were little more than useless they were growing in number and seemed endless in their hunger, not to mention they could reproduce untill this island was void of people and on top of that he had people here looking for his head. every corner he turned seemed to descend him one level further into this hell, but just what the fuck did they want with him? Realising his surroundings was a mite too late, his fight had already drawn too much attention. Done with the meals he’d provided them thus far these undying freaks looked towards the only still healthy body around, and fortunately that just so happened to belong to him. A unified groan was the only acknowledgement they gave and yet as one they closed in on him all looking to tear him to nothing but chunks of flesh. But something far more terrifying than they loomed on the horizon. As the horde amassed with their target singled out at the streets end a rolling cloud of pure pink rose up above them and began washing towards him alongside the toothed menace, if he didn’t move now he was going to get caught in it all. Hammering the gluttony driven bodies from his path as he tore down the cobbled streets. -- Elsewhere on the island terror had embedded it’s fangs just as deeply, the marine force had dispatched every one of their squads to quell the violence but between the threat of the ever hungry zombies devouring everything they could get their hands on, and the chefs of the gourmet underworld having moved out their efforts were impeded at every turn. Across the City skirmishes had broken out between the squadrons and the attacking chefs, a stalemate locked between both sides as they tried to repel one another. The attacking chefs who were making their way in from the outskirts of the city towards it’s center where the mayor resided, though making sure not to miss an opportunity to cut the number of marines along the way. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| Spirit | Nov 22 2013, 03:10 PM Post #19 |
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Enemy of the Site
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Ittai hummed tunelessly as he strolled down the street, the air filled with a variety of screams, gunfire, and the sound of metal hitting flesh and bones and it was music to his ears. The pirate probably should have been a bit worried since he did not have a clue as to what was going on but he was enjoying himself way too much to worry about petty things like that. Maybe if he was the only person here then there would be cause to worry. It did not take long for the chef to meet the source, well part of it, of the chaos. A few people stumbled out of alley in front of the doctor followed by several more people, these decidedly different than the first ones. While they looked relatively normal, the strange gleam in their eyes combined with bloodstained faces and hands marked them as the sources of the disturbance. The bilkan watched curiously as the 'zombies', for lack of a better word, caught up with the fleeing group and pounced on them, biting and ripping into their flesh. Seeing as how they were not his concern, the ex-Marine simply walked by, resuming his humming. That musical session did not last for long as Ittai was faced with yet another group, about a dozen or so, zombies down the street except that there were no convenient meat shields to hold their attention, meaning that the pirate became the focal point of said attention. However, this turn of events did not dampen his spirits at all since these zombies were pretty much mindless animals and would not put up much of a fight. And since there was no one about that he needed for his cause, the chef figured that there was no reason to put on a show and drag out the fight but instead he would need to end it as quickly as possible. It seemed that the zombies had the same idea for they launched their attack almost immediately. Since they were pretty far gone, there was no coordination in their attacks, making the doctor's job that much easier. As the first zombie neared him, the bilkan grabbed his head and squeezed, popping it like an overripe apple before tossing the body at rest of the crowd, knocking down a couple of them in the process. Turning to the side, the ex-Marine grabbed two more advancing zombies, one in each hand, before slamming their heads together, the result similar to the first one, before dropping the bodies to the ground to face the remainder. From what he gathered, Ittai could say with 90% certainty that the only way to stop these zombies was to either destroy the brain or break their spinal cord at the neck, leaving them with no way to move their body. Dashing into the center of the throng, the pirate unleashed several kicks and punches, all aimed to severely incapacitate the opponent. A broken neck here and a shattered shattered skull there left the chef to face three remaining zombies, with the others either dead or gnashing their teeth as they lay on the ground. With their inability to feel fear, the remaining three rushed at the succulent piece of flesh right in front of them. Kicking the middle zombie in the face, the doctor moved past the remaining two about a foot before snaking his arms around their necks and bending them backwards, snapping their spinal cords. Getting up from the crouch, the bilkan dusted off his hands and continued down the street. Turning down another street as he made his way to the docks, the ex-Marine came upon a group of what appeared to be scantily dressed women milling around/setting up some sort of a machine. Closer inspection, something that Ittai regretted moments later, revealed that it was in fact butch, gross-looking men stuffed inside dresses that were milling around/setting up some sort of a machine. "Hurry up! The Queen wanted this to go off 10 minutes ago!" one of the men in drag called out irritably. The pirate pondered the words for a few moments as he continued advancing towards the group before the name Queen clicked. The Dairy Queen. It seems like this whole debacle was the food mafia's fault after all. As he neared the group, they became aware of him. "Hey, who are you and what do you think you're doing?" came a question in an unusually high pitched voice. Seeing as how all of them were going to die anyways, after all, they presented a threat to both Izuru and himself, the chef chose not to answer, instead dashing towards the nearest opponent. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Nov 24 2013, 11:14 AM Post #20 |
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“Fr-frying oil!” Her captive’s explanation was hardly the insightful knowledge that she had demanded, seeming entirely random until she noticed his frantic eyes stopping once or twice upon her knee. The stocking had eroded away entirely at the bend in her cybernetic leg, and a patch of silvery metal had emerged at the tip of the knee where the spit had eaten away at the skin grafts. In his pained state, the fool had mistakenly believed she wanted an explanation for her damaged stockings and not the cannibalistic chaos going on around them. Clover pressed her foot down on the impaled bolt again. She found it easier to ignore his cries on the second occasion, they were not nearly as loud or dramatic as the previous set, besides she was preoccupied with the mask she had snatched from him a moment before. The item was not something that appealed to her visually, the creepy smile and frown combination too childish for her liking. But Clover was not the sort to sacrifice appearance for utility, the breathing apparatus behind the mask suggested it was a preventative measure against the hunger inducing disease. Did that mean it was airborne? The cyborg quickly put on the mask, tightening the strap around her head. “Your plan.” Clover snapped at the man as his cries subsided. She noticed his eyes were not darting around as they previously had, instead bearing drooping eye lids as he looked in her direction weakly. The cyborg eased her boot off the top of the bolt, though the relief did not allow the goon to quickly recover. He was fainting. The Sniper resisted the temptation to stamp on the bolt for a third time to help wake him up, her progress would not be aided by continuing the malicious streak. Instead the masked female looked towards the remaining goons on the ground, eyes dancing between them as she decided which would be the more likely to reveal the information she wanted. The closest was the most practical option in Clover’s head, though any movement towards him was halted as she heard a curious eruption of distant explosions followed by a whistling noise that grew louder by the second. When her mind could not make sense of the sounds immediately, her body moved instinctively into a rapid sprint. As she darted away from the dispatched gangsters and the large canister they had been escorting, the Sniper glanced over her shoulder towards the origin of the noises. Her eyes quickly picked out the growing black dots in the sky, her footwork slowing as she noticed that many of them were not a direct threat to her at all. However, the dock she had been standing on previously was quickly torn apart by the volley of cannon fire, many of the smaller ships part of the collateral damage as the guns of distant warships fire. The cyborg had to peer through the carnage but quickly identified the flags flown by the collection of ships bombarding the docks, the unmistakable blue insignia of the Marines. As to why they had chosen to bombard the docks, Clover was not sure. Perhaps the chaotic scene was enough to justify obliterating several commercial vessels in their eyes? She noticed not a single shot flew close to the dominant Ymir which towered over many of the other docked ships, the cannon fire instead cutting a route straight through to the island. Unfortunately the canister and goons had been caught on the edge of the crossfire, Clover unable to spy the group through the destruction. She could only see a mysterious pink gas emerging from the prevailing grey smoke and wooden debris. After waiting a moment or two for the scene to settle, she noticed several smaller marine boats rowing through the wreckage towards her. The Sniper was not certain of her status with regards to the law. Her identity without the long abandoned helmet was that of a mysterious bounty hunter with emerald hair that operated primarily on Alabasta. To her knowledge, Izuru was not in direct communication with the World Government he was supposed to be a pawn for, so the worst she could expect from the incoming Marines was to be told to vacate the premises and seek shelter. Yet Clover was anxious about being associated with the chaos, having been involuntary pinned with crimes back at Loguetown under her previous identity. It was better to just not be noticed in her mind. So to avoid detection, Clover continued to run inland, ignoring much of the havoc around her. Those infected would not catch her unless she slowed, and the victims of the horde tended to be either helpless individuals falling prey to the gnashing jaws of the hungry or capable chefs and marines fending off their mindless opponents. With the mask she would not fall victim to the disease and meddling in the matter would most likely get her wrongly accused. She had faith that someone else would solve the crisis eventually… if they did not she would find some way to make her escape. Hopefully Izuru would become a victim in the midst of the madness though Clover was quite doubtful about that outcome. For now, she just wanted to avoid the notice of the authorities and cannibals alike. Though her maid costume was certainly not helping her blend in… |
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| ♥ Singularity | Nov 26 2013, 05:16 AM Post #21 |
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Dairy 4 T4
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The soles of his feet hammered the cobbled road as he tore away from the horde of walking death and the ominous pink cloud that followed them. It was fucked, this place was entirely fucked, but it had been a long while since he’d been surrounded by so much chaos and carnage, a while since he’d had this much fun. The further he got towards the docks the worse it seemed the domesticated area’s had been hit, further from the cities center it would take the marines longer to reach here and while they awaited their arrival the civilians were left as nothing but food for these hungry fiends, attempting to fend them off themselves with nothing but household tools, it had not gone too well. Dragged kicking and screaming from their homes, devoured as they cowered in some small dark recess of their bedroom, torn limb from limb after being struck down while running, the methods varied but the results were always the same, death, it had eveloped this island like a blanket and would take quite some time to be pried free. A screeching halt, dust kicking up as he dug in his heels and halted the charge shipward. fully aware of the crowd drawing near from the rear but currently he had slightly more predominant problems. The path was blocked, now from both sides, in front of him a staggering swarm of milling bodies; simply stumbling around groping in the hopes their hands might find food. It was pathetic, and yet what it drew from the ice man was not irritation but a smile. ”It’s been a while since I had to get down and dirty like this, lets see just how hard old habits die” In truth he had never begun as a swordsman, in fact the origin of him having a blade at his side was simply as a tool to kill people with, used no more skillfully than one might hack down undergrowth with a machete. The only reason this sword was with him now was that he’d stolen it for looking better than the one he’d had at the time. Before that it was his fist he’d trusted in. Brawling, exchanging blows till both were bruised and bloody, first one unable to stand the loser. They were distant memories, but fond enough, the sensation of bone cracking beneath knuckle, the satisfying sight of blood spraying as a tooth flew from an opponents mouth. He remembered it all. If this was his situation, perhaps it was time to rekindle an old flame. Without hesitation he charged, his foot shifting to a distinctly darker hue before springing from the ground and slamming it’s heel into the skull of the nearest ambling bastard with a fierce battle cry ”ORAAAAHH!!. The shade faded, this time drawn to his fists clamping one hand on vermin shoulder before ploughing the other into it’s face with punch after punch till convex became concave. It didn’t end, Fists, head butts, kicks, they were neither sublime nor graceful but they did the job, tearing through the crowd as their cronies turned and attempted to harvest this new fleshy meal ticket. He wasn’t having it, wasn’t having it at all. Therapeutic was an understatement; this was damn well euphoric, the more he beat these bastards into submission the more he enjoyed it, was it really necessary to leave? With a morning work out like this he might even start each day with a smile. The crowd thinned but he didn’t stop his rampage, targeting the lone shambling bodies as he went, bringing them to ground with a spine snapping lariat or even just a conventional haymaker, even through the hard blackened coating the sensation of skeletal shattering was enough. But the smile quickly left his face as he saw what was ahead. A figure heading his way in a mask identical to the one he’d stolen, those bastards were even this far outside the island center, but what he liked less was how close they were too his ship, he’d beat this one to within an inch of his life and find out just what the fuck was happening at the docks. Drawing his fist back for the umpteenth time this journey he threw it forward, a grin of maddened ecstasy plastered across his face. Only what he got in return was nothing, no sensation of impact, no crack as fist met hardened plastic, nothing. He’d been evaded, since when had these mediocre footmen been able to manage such things? But as he skipped back to put some distance between them he took stock of what he was looking at, that maid suit he recognized it, and the shock of green hair behind the mask as she rose from the crouch. It was the bounty hunter girl, so she wasn’t dead after all. The ground shook beneath his feet, and for the first time as the bloodlust began to recede he caught the sound of explosions in the distance, almost in time with the tremors. What the hell was happening here? The girl seemed none too keen to stay here but they couldn’t very well go in the other direction, things only got bleaker, and besides the ship was the other way. ”What the fuck is happening back there?” comforted not in the slightest by the fact she’d been unable to bring even a single one of his men with her. Was it really that bad? The chance to regroup and form a plan of action was snatched away before it could be snared, the screens that spread throughout the high street and indeed likely the city flickering to life, but it was not the cooking competition they displayed. ”Leavin so soon, Frosbyte? Ee woul’ be a shame if you didn’t attend dis pardy we work so hard to prepare no? But ees ok, we heard you were a shy man so we make sure to prepare ahn insentive.” the camera panned and Izuru was forced to take the mask from his face to ensure what he was seeing was right. The screen coming to fall on the forlorn features of yogi who managed a feral roar of anger but that was about all, the shackles around his arms likely the source of this new found fatigue. ”Ahh bud firs I should introduce myself, eet’s only proper manners. I am Carlos Esteban King the man who made today possible. To be honese we were ecspecting more, de black one an de smoke man, you looking a liddle lonely down there. Buh ees ok, we can make do weed your lyddle girlfriend. I’ll be waiding at the top of gourmet tower, you are welcome to come an collec your frien here, if you can make it dees far. The reaction this evoked was contrary to any it should, it was not fear nor worry but laughter that the pirate fell into, a hand clasped over his face. And when once more he’d regained his composure his expression was as sharp as any blade. ”So that bastard wants to try to kill me, take my things and then spit in my face” taking a slow steady breath he centered himself once more, before dragging a hand back through his hair and returning it’s original composure a wide grin now splitting his face ”Then I’ll turn this palace into rubble around his damned feet. I know I said you were free to do as you please, it’s a shame but it seems I’ll be using you earlier than expected. If you want to depart this place we’re going to need to punch through back to the islands center. You’d better be prepared, it’s going to get messy, do you have everything you need from the ship?” Slipping the white mask once more over his face. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| Spirit | Nov 27 2013, 04:54 PM Post #22 |
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Fingers closed painfully around the face of one of the drags before the arm that the fingers belonged to jerked back, dragging the flailing body to intercept a sword slash coming from a second drag, the metal blade opening the chest from top to bottom. Tossing away the body, Ittai lunged at the sword wielding drag and grabbed his wrist, pulling the man towards him. At the last second, the pirate extended his finger and plunged it into the man's heart, feeling the grabbed hand go limp and letting it go. Within a matter of moments, two of the six drags were dead/dying and the remaining four were re-evaluating their decision to attack the bandaged man. However, they could not leave without setting off the gas device. As such, they had to stall him with their lives, hoping to fix it before they were all dead. The chef's face was void of any visible emotion as advanced towards the remaining opponents, blood dripping from his finger. With a roar, a bikini wearing drag launched himself at the doctor, swinging a mace towards the man's chest. Moving slightly forward, the bilkan grunted as he caught the handle of the mace between his chest and arm, locking it in place. Not wasting a moment, the ex-Marine grabbed the man's head and pushed it downwards where it met said Marine's knee and knocked the head back, breaking the neck in the process. Ittai noticed one of the men drop his weapon and join another drag as they tried to get the machine working, leaving only two combatants to face the pirate, one who made his presence known by throwing a kick at the chef's face. There was a dull thud as the doctor caught the ankle and dropped to the ground as he pulled the leg along with him at the same time as he kicked his opponent's other leg from under him, causing the latter to crash to the ground. Jumping up, the bilkan brought his foot onto the man's throat, landing in a crouch. Picking up the discarded mace, the ex-Marine swung it hard at the last combatant, caving in his chest as the latter attempted to futile throw a punch. With only two drags, who were not paying as much attention to the fight as they should have, remaining, it was time to finish things up. The S&M clothes wearing drag tried not to jump as his partner's head impacted heavily with the metal casing of the device, only a few moments left before the device was working again. At the same time he was pressing the button to make the device go off and was putting on the mask, the drag felt his head dragged backwards and the mask dragged off his face as the machine finally released the pink gas into the air. Quickly putting on the mask, Ittai slammed the remaining drag's head into the now working machine. Dusting himself off as the air filtered through the mask, the pirate briefly wondered if the pink gas would affect his mogwai before his attention was caught by a screen, which showed Izuru's pet bear caught in some sort of a tower and an invitation being sent out for Izuru to come and get him. Briefly considering the new development, the chef decided to make his way towards the Gourmet Tower and hopefully meet up with the Shichibukai and offer his services. With that plan set, the doctor began making his way to the destination. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Nov 30 2013, 02:12 PM Post #23 |
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Traversing the chaotic landscape helped to soothe Clover’s concerns. The cyborg was a fast runner and covered ground quickly, the distance she had travelled in land had cleared her of any immediate run in with the Marines from the docks and also granted her insight into how widespread the commotion was. The sheer scale of the disaster could not be pinned on her at random, she had acted neither suspiciously or held the direct attention of anyone that mattered since the outbreak; besides she lacked the chemical knowledge to create whatever gas was being used to turn the citizens of the island into shambling cannibals. Yet Clover had prescribed to a mind-set of ‘better safe than sorry’ and continued her spring in land, finding that the horde was far less willing to chase down extremely mobile prey. Though her direction was aimless, merely escaping the open sea where many Marine ships were beginning to appear, she planned to alter her route eventually when the destruction thinned out. It would be foolish to not seize this opportunity to escape the notice of Izuru, even if he was not killed in the chaos, there was every chance he might mistake her absence from the ship as meaning that she had perished. An entirely impossible scenario, but she considered the Shichibukai a fool and thus likely to believe such fallacies. Her plans met a hitch when she noticed him dashing along the same street. She had spotted him first, and being masked, anticipated that he would just ignore her presence. Another survivor trying to escape the madness. But despite her efforts to cut a different path through the masses of bodies to avoid him, the large man seemed to identify her through the pack and lunge at her with a single clenched fist. The surprise did not slow her reactions, the telegraphed swing of the fist simple enough to evade with a duck of her head. Not even a trailing strand of her green hair was touched by the blow, though her momentum did suffer from taking the evasive movement, the head dip upsetting her balance momentarily. To adjust, the Sniper slammed her boots into the ground, skidding to a steady stop a few meters down the street. She immediately lifted her right arm and trailed the wristbow on the Shichibukai, glaring at him through the mask. He seemed to ignore the threat, distracted by the images on the high street’s screens. Clover quickly deduced that the contents of the recording were not related to her. Instead the focus of the moving images seemed to be on taunting the Shichibukai, using the grotesque animal he insisted on keeping around as bait for some showdown. It was the perfect distraction as far as she was concerned, Izuru would be too busy trying to save his stupid pet to prevent her finding a way to escape the island and him. However, the irritable man appeared to be demanding that she accompany him on his rescue mission, a notion she found quite disagreeable. “I can easily leave without you.” Clover snapped back at the Shichibukai, keeping him firmly in her crossbow’s sights. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Dec 1 2013, 09:53 AM Post #24 |
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At the sound of the contemptuous reply the pirate halted, drawn from his thoughts of progression he turned to face the source of the insubordinate noise, the full weight of his frosty glare bearing down on the girl as she faced him head on weapon poised to attack. Only to fracture in an instant as he burst into laughter, it wasn’t a jolly laugh, but instead the sound one makes when watching a creature scramble at an action of futility, this was becoming a wearily long day. ”Everyone doing as they please at my expense. But that defiant nature is why I kept you around I suppose, so it’d be pointless to complain now.” With a slow yet steady sigh he appraised the situation and how to handle it, it was pointless to try and beat the girl into submission it’d take time and by the time he was done she’d be of no use to him any more anyway. As for compromising with her detest of heeding orders that too was equally unviable and out of the question. It seemed as though at the end of the day there were two options available, she was either useful or expendable. She was a smart enough girl to understand that, now was as good a time as any to make that decision. ”I’ll admit that is an option available to ya, but there’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you, it’d be no different from signing your own death warrant. I thought your life was too important to you to toss away so carelessly. But while it’s true I don’t like wasted potential, I ain’t got time for useless pests either. So the way I see it I can either continue to keep you in my care, and you accept your role as my tool. Or I can kill you here and we can be done with this deal. I’ve learnt better than to try convincing stubborn women” Rubbing the scar on the back of his head nostalgically as he was reminded of the last time he tried using coercion to subjugate a woman, diplomacy really wasn’t a particularly pleasant route. ”Todays put me in a pretty shitty mood already and I’ve got other things to be doing, so you got to the count of 5 to choose, beyond that I can’t guarantee your safety.” He didn’t like it, the thought of those bastards keeping his first mate confined, it was true he’d neither admit to it nor display it but this whole situation was really beginning to piss him off. Those fuckers had come for his head twice now and nobody even had the courtesy to tell him why, it was getting beyond a joke. There was no need to descend the count aloud they were both skilled enough to follow time. But as he waited he prodded the hilt of the katana he held away from the sheathe ready for whatever may come of this, after all even in the most optimistic scenario if she accepted her position that didn’t change the fact they’d now been stood here for an extended period, and it was beginning to draw a fair amount of unfriendly attention. Already he could hear the sparse dispersed groans beginning to congregate, the hungry audience encroaching for a closer spectacle. It’d be a pain though, if he had to do all this himself after all he’d only arrived at this damned place on a supply run though it’d seemed useful enough for a little relaxation but now he seemed to be meeting obstacle after obstacle, a truly tiresome place. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| Spirit | Dec 2 2013, 02:03 PM Post #25 |
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As he strolled down the streets and alleyways, with the gas mask on his face, Ittai made sure to avoid the telltale moaning that revealed the nearby presence of the hungry zombies. The pirate was not sure how they tracked their prey, but staying quiet and as far away from them as possible seemed like a pretty good general idea. Granted that he could probably take on any amount of zombies with relative ease, but he prefered to get to his destination without any additional fighting. After all, no matter how easy the zombies were to fight and kill, going up against scores of them would definitely put a dent in his stamina and he would need all the help he could get if he was to help Izuru take his bear back. Granted that the Shichibukai could probably do it on his own, but the chef had to showcase his own skills if he wanted to join Izuru's crew and sitting on the sidelines would not help him in any way. Plus, the mafia knew the power of the Shichibukai and were prepared for it but the doctor doubted that they knew who he was and what kind of powers he possessed. Turning another corner, the bilkan ran smack dab into the very same person he was trying to find. Well, not exactly ran into him, more like the ex-Marine spotted his target just a little ways down the street, talking, well more like lecturing some floozy in a mask who had a crossbow trained on the Shichibukai. It seemed like Izuru was not worried about her so there was no need for Ittai to interfere, for now. As he made his way towards the pair slowly and as non-threateningly as he could, the pirate caught the last few words of the lecture, something about counting to five and saw that the man put a hand onto his sword. So maybe something would go down, here and now. However, unless the Shichibukai looked like he needed help, the chef would refrain from sticking his nose into his business. This was probably a case of disciplining a crew member anyways. Either way, this way as good a time as any to introduce himself. Sure it might be a bit awkward but the doctor was of an opinion that it was better to make the first move, which in this case would be introducing himself without waiting to be acknowledged. "Excuse me, Shichibukai Kazehara, I could not help but notice that your companion has been taken by one of the mafia dons. I have come to offer you my help in rescuing said companion." the bilkan said in his friendliest tone, attempting to convey friendliness without facial expressions, bowing slightly. Not that his face was easy to read on a regular basis due to the bandages and glasses, but the addition of a gas mask would make it all but impossible, forcing the ex-Marine use his voice to convey a variety of emotions. Aside from the voice, Ittai was not sure if he chose the correct words to address the other pirate. He had gotten too used to talking to underlings, making the interactions between people of his or higher levels potentially awkward. If Izuru accepted him into the crew then the chef could work on his underling voice, not that he intended to use it often, but it never hurt to acquire a new skill whenever possible. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 3 2013, 11:47 AM Post #26 |
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Even if their previous fight had been a dismal defeat for her, Clover felt in command of the situation. It was not the threat of her wristbows that was greatest to the Shichibukai but the time he would waste trying to change her attitude forcefully. Alternatively he could just give up on threatening her into action, presenting her ample opportunity to escape into the chaos and out of his reach. Regardless she lifted her other arm to keep the pair of weapons trailed on the iceman, aiming to dissuade any direct conflict for the time being. Despite being refuelled, her injuries from Plantenal were still fresh and Clover was none too keen to disturb the healing process. She would have to fight him eventually but now did not feel like the appropriate time to turn the tables on Izuru. She listened silently to his dreary remark about hunting her down should she run, a little sceptical that the bastard would actually expend so much effort on tracking her down again. The rest of his words were equally meaningless, Clover feeling empowered considering the circumstances. To test him she waited the full count of five before deciding to respond. “I’m not afraid of you.” She asserted, lowering both of her weapons to back up her word. Both of them knew it was essentially meaningless; she could just as easily raise them and shoot before Izuru could get remotely close to her. It was instead the certainty in her cold brown eyes that would be more alarming for the pirate. “If I help you, it will be on my own terms or not at all. None of this servant bullshit.” Clover demanded calmly, even glanced away from the Shichibukai to check her surroundings and make sure none of the hungry freaks were heading towards her. Spying no immediate danger, she focused back on Izuru. "And I want my own choice of rooms. Not some small cupboard.” She had considered demanding her freedom but decided there was too much risk in pushing Izuru’s patience that far. The cyborg waited and watched the Shichibukai, trying to gauge his initial reactions. So far it seemed the man handled his stress by trying to laugh it away, if he burst into another round, she could assume she had placed him under sufficient pressure… as she observed him, the Sniper noticed another figure watching them at a distance. The figure was nowhere close to Izuru in height though he appeared just a bulky, curiously wrapped up in bandages beneath his clothing. Clover’s eyes narrowed as he approached and spoke to the Shichibukai, treating the dirtbag with respect. She found it difficult to imagine someone could actually be a fan of Izuru, suspecting that all his current underlings only served out of some unspoken fear. That he was wearing a gasmask similar to the ones they had stolen only fueled her suspicion. “It’s a trick.” Clover commented, though did not make any attempt to intercept the suspicious man. She did not particularly care for Izuru’s health after all. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Dec 3 2013, 07:47 PM Post #27 |
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She was a brazen one this girl, they had themselves a stale mate neither speaking a word as the seconds ticked by, the destined time of collision drawing ever closer and yet she seemed to show not a tremble not even so much as a ghost of hesitation, instead simply staring him down as the count dropped ever lower. When she did speak it was precisely as the count had hit five, another display of defiance, ever intent on ensuring he never once for a moment thought her subdued. He listened with an appraising ear, his gaze sharp and condemning as though it would take only one false move for the promised action to be carried through, and yet he did not move. Though his hand was on the hilt of his blade it stayed there but the weapon remained sheathed, and the soft white of her flesh remained neither marred nor blemished. These really were some outlandish desires, to have her own free will returned to her as well as choice among the cabins of the ship. It was true where she stayed now was somewhere you’d expect only a dog to call home, though that wasn’t necessarily true when looking at the room Yogi habituated. But from how she spoke you’d think her some sort of esteemed dignitary, rather than a ragamuffin he’d pulled in on a whim, pleading to avoid death after straying too far from her depth. His expression was unwavering, a hawk-like stare that turned a person translucent but when it did break it did so explosively once again erupting into laughter for the second time this meeting, that in and unto itself was unusual things didn’t often work out so well especially under such desolate circumstances. She was a spoilt little brat there was no denying it, but she had balls bigger than most men he’d encountered and that was something he could respect. It was the same quality he’d seen even when appealing to his mercy, but that tenacious desire to take what she wanted no matter the risk was a double-edged blade. It was admirable she had so much fight in her, but the girl was proving a lack of judgment multiple times over when it came to assessing the situation if she kept trying to bite the hand that fed her with infant fangs she might just end up getting a slap. ”You really are an ungrateful brat huh?” musing as much to himself as anyone else as the laughter slowed to a chuckle ”When we return you can take your pick of the empty rooms, I’ll leave you to do as you please but when I tell you to do something it gets done. That’s the deal take it or leave it. At the sound of another voice not belonging to him his the conversation was halted, well it was hard to call it much of a conversation they were as done here as they were going to be what came next was either very messy or very straight forward but either way it didn’t require much in the way of words. Turning slowly he saw yet another of the oddly decorated masks facing him though it didn’t seem to belong to any the likes of which he’d met so far. There had been no attempt on his life, no mention of their aim here and more importantly the exact opposite of any threat to yogi, this one was nothing like the others he’d met before him. Offering him help as well that wasn’t something he’d at all expected, the marines were forced to stay out of his way but as long as the two parties avoided each other they could get along just fine and the only other people here seemed to be trying to kill him so just who the hell was this guy? In all honesty his outfit did nothing to clear him of suspicion, though his face was hidden behind a mask as was theirs the rest of his body was encased in bandages a niche and obscure choice of outfit. And as though that was not odd enough on his back was mounted an oversized sword a weapon much too cumbersome for an average traveller. He certainly looked interesting enough to peak the pirates curiosity. The girl was the first to speak up, suggesting the offer was a trick, something that curved the pirates lips into a baiting smirk ”Concerned? You keep that up and I might blush” Though he teased here it was much more likely an act of self preservation, after all if he fell here and those looking to kill him turned their eyes on her the chances of survival dropped dramatically. ”You might be right, but wouldn’t that way just be more fun?” It was true though, no matter how odd a person they didn’t generally go around sticking their neck out for someone else’s sake without something to gain, there was most definitely something going on here that was being left out, but he had a comrade to save and little time to waste so minor details like that could be left for later it wasn’t as though he was abundant with offers of assistance currently. ”Ok. Lets go” speaking the words as though they had been the easiest decision to make ”So, what’s your name?” already heading back towards the town center. Their feverently famished friends had not given up pursuit, ambling on as the conversation had continued. But here was where the chase was culled, ploughing through the bastards with blackened fists as he cleared a path onward, unwilling to be stopped so prematurely in his venture. They’d not made it particularly far towards their destination when once again the sounds of battle became audible, gun shots and the clash of metal blade rife amid roared orders over the din of battle. ”HOLD FAST MEN, DON’T LET THEM PUSH YOU BACK. WE ARE THE PRIDE OF IRON KNIFE. DON’T DISGRACE THE SKILLET KNIGHT NAME HERE, YOU FIGHT FOR COOK AND COUNTRY!!!” with a resounding cheer the uniform clad men battled fiercely amid a vicious melee against what appeared to be eastern blade wielding women, multiple burly males and several army uniform clad soldiers. From where he was stood he couldn’t see the scene all too clearly though it did appear that despite their words they were being pushed towards the trio slowly but surely, unable to repress the group of gangsters who despite their odd looks seemed relatively skilled with their weapons. The captain was easy enough to spot, clobbering foe after foe with a heavy looking pan in each hand. Though he wasn’t particularly looking to get involved in it the battle in front of them drew ever nearer and unbeknownst to them others lurked in the shadows just waiting for the chance to pound, it appeared this was not going to be as straight forward a journey as hoped. The quickest route was through the skirmish there was no denying that, and what with the battle taking up near the entire street avoiding it was not much of an option, they’d have to circle round entirely though this choice was not left to them for very long, several eyes spotting them while yells of “Isnt that them?” “Aren’t those the one’s we get the bonus for?” “Where’s the black one?” “Maybe it’s the bandages he didn’t have them in the photo” chiming out across the battling bodies, a fraction of the gang members breaking away and charging towards them to take in the prey. ooc
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| Spirit | Dec 5 2013, 10:29 AM Post #28 |
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Ittai's eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he regarded the female after her comment. While it might have seemed that she was concerned for her captain, the words were delivered with an air of nonchalance that suggested that she was either just going through the motions or perhaps it had a more sarcastic leanings. Either way, as much as the pirate wanted to cut her down or to tell her to fuck off, such action would probably not go over well with Izuru and as such the chef kept his mouth shut and simply ignored her, after all, she was a simple underling of the Shichibukai, if a bit demanding, maybe a concubine? Who knows, maybe Izuru was into flat women, it was not his place to judge. "Black Dog Gehhilfe at your service, though you may call me Sinne." the doctor bowed once again before straightening out and following the Shichibukai towards the tower. With so many people infected, it did not take long for the trio to once again encounter them, though Izuru made short work of them with the bilkan closely following behind, allowing his 'captain' to expend that stamina instead of him. However, the lack of fighting on his part would not last long for the ex-Marine soon heard the sound of battle happening down the street, and from the sound of it, it looked like the Marine were battling one of the mafias, the Asian food mafia if the clothing were anything to go by. Seeing the Marines made Ittai's blood boil and only with great force of will on his part did he refrain from simply losing any sense of self control and butcher the entire Marine force. Doing so would probably not win him any favors with the Shichibukai even if he did not like the Marines either. Either way, the problem of murdering Marines was solved by some of the mafia mooks shifting their attention onto the trio, for some reason try to make him black, clearly confusing him with someone else from Izuru's past. And while he probably would have left the battle to the Shichibukai once again, the choice of joining the battle was once again taken from him as several of the mafia nutjobs directed their attention on him, two men and a woman attacking him from three sides. With the men seeming to be slower than the female, the pirate snapped his leg in the direction of one of the men, sending out a cutting shockwave towards his neck. However, his aim was thrown off slightly by having to dodge a sword thrust from the woman and thus the shockwave veered off slightly off target and instead of cutting the man's head off, it cut open his neck, the wound being quickly plugged up with his hand. While it would prove fatal in the end, the wound did not take the man out of commision though it certainly did lower his combat potential. Continuing his dodge, the chef threw out a punch of his own at the woman who managed to barely dodge out of the way while at the same time bringing around her second sword in a vicious slash. Dropping to the ground to dodge the slash, the doctor sent out a kick to the woman's wrist that probably shattered it as she dropped the weapon with a painful wince. However, the bilkan did not have time to relish in his well placed kick as he was forced to roll away from a punch that would have probably shattered his head. Getting back up just in time to see the second burly man pull his hand out of street, his hands encased in spiked knuckles. Growing tired of being on the defensive, the ex-Marine dashed towards the man and dodging a rather sluggish punch and leapt into the air before bringing his ramrod straight finger down onto the skull, his digit piercing the bone and severely messing up the brain. Jumping off the dying body, Ittai dodged another a punch from the previously wounded man before delivering a kick to his stomach, sending the man flying backwards, with the wind knocked out of him. Turning his attention to the woman, the pirate picked up her fallen sword and threw it at its owner. The throw was rather clumsy, due to both the fact that the chef was not used to throwing swords and the fact that a sword was not designed to be thrown. However, the throw did its job and as the woman nimbly dodged the throw, she failed to noticed the doctor's fist flying at her face. And when she did notice it, it was too late, the fist shattering her face and caving in her head. With the woman down, the bilkan turned his attention to the last attacker, still struggling to get back up. Quickly making his way towards the man, the ex-Marine delivered a well placed kick to the man's face to snap his head back and break the neck. Dusting his hands off, Ittai returned his attention to two of his companions, a part of his mind itching to take his sword to the Marines but refraining from doing so, for now. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 5 2013, 03:29 PM Post #29 |
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“Idiot.” Clover grumbled under her breath. She did not like the terms or Izuru’s willingness to place his faith in a complete stranger… not that the latter really mattered to her. Clover was more concerned with the former, the Shichibukai attempting to warp her demands a little to retain his superior position, knowing all too well that he would break the supposed freedom granted to her at a moment’s notice. Their current situation proved that. But the frustrating male appeared to lose interest in negotiation when some heckling came down the street towards them, followed by a rush of several uniformed mobsters. The Sniper was not too keen on getting drawn into some gang warfare or whatever it was Izuru had embroiled himself in. The strange hunger inducing chemicals create gnashing psychopaths had been more than enough for her, the girl’s patience with current events wearing thin… she stood her ground and watched as the man that had thrown his body into Izuru’s service went forward to meet them. She had overheard the name he gave and been thinking over it, some of the titles he gave sounding quite familiar to her. It took only a moment after that for Clover to recall the bounty poster. “If he really is who he claims to be, he is a pirate worth fifty eight million to the Marines.” Clover commented in a hushed tone, directing her words at Izuru. She paced behind the Shichibukai to avoid any direct conflict with the on rushing goons, turning her gaze upwards to the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. “And if your fancy Shichibukai position is real, you should be handing a man like that over to those soldiers.” She was still skeptical about the claim. Despite the other creep referring to him by that title, a criminal working for the law still struck the Sniper as remarkably odd. Especially when that person was the same icy bastard that had threatened to pin her against a swamp tree so she could slowly die. The list of the serpent’s crimes was long and terrible, a slight to his victims that the justice system would simply pardon him. Clover was certainly not going to forgive him. Unfortunately the legion of goons would probably not kill him for her. Still Clover wanted to grant as many of them as possible the chance, so instead of leaping into the fray, the cyborg instead leapt up the side of the nearest building. Her huge leap took her to the very edge of the roof, the female grabbing the ledge and hoisting the rest of her body onto the rooftop. The slanted surface was bare, surprisingly no mobsters lurking above in hopes of scoring a cheap shot on the Shichibukai. That disappointed the Sniper as she cast her eyes back down to the street. A small, sadistic smile spread on her lips as she watched. There was apparently a single advantage to sharing Izuru’s company, all the mobsters were focused entirely on attacking the iceman. She was spared the worry of watching for a stray attacker, instead sitting quietly on her perch and watching the melee unfold beneath. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Dec 6 2013, 01:21 PM Post #30 |
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She complained but for the moment their negotiations were settled though had that happened without the girls protest it would have likely been more cause for alarm. ”Sinne gehlife” he muttered the name more to himself then anything thinking back across his travels for an instance of recollection but found his memories to be barren, nor did the epithet the black dog ring a bell. That was somewhat the downside of being a man as self involved as izuru, he paid so little attention to matters that didn’t directly affect him he ended up with an incredible closed view of the status of the outside world, knowing so few of the up and comers and the exploits that were taking place unless he came upon them. Looking back he was about to query clover on the name assuming her past as a bounty hunter set her up perfectly for this but she was on it already, labeling the man with a 60 million beli bounty but unable to shed any light on how he’d got his nickname. Though it seemed her instincts as a head hunter didn’t stop there suggesting that he hand the man over on his pride as a shichibukai, a laughable notion. He had no pride in being a shichibukai in fact he didn’t even hold much of an affinity for the position aside from it being convenient but never would he allow the world government to make use of him through it, this was a one way street, he would take all he could from it and discard it when the time arrived though that was a matter for the future. ”Aid those self entitled rodents? It’s as though you’ve learned nothing about me during your stay, I expected you to be at least a little more observant than that.” her eyes apparently only good when focused through a scope. Their approach unable to go unnoticed by the melee, they were quickly drawn in, bodies sprinting their way. It was a fortunate opportunity he could observe just how helpful this sinne could be and observe how close the bounty hunter had returned to fighting form, but the young upstart had other idea, hiding behind the ice man before retreating to higher ground. ”yari yari, that one really is obstinate to a fault” muttering to himself as he slipped lithely back across the ground dancing in between the sword strikes as they came at him. They were skilled, their movements far from sloppy, but they were also slow and wasting time on them was going to get him no closer to bringing this hassle to an end. Two blade dancers striking at him before darting back, no rest between their attacks one compensating perfectly for the other as he weaved between the strikes evading each by just a hairs breadth. They were far from deflated by the display though, in fact if anything it seemed only to spur them on more, their movements becoming more dancelike and graceful, all the while speeding up ever faster. Thrust, slice, chop, stab, kick, the method varied but the potency of the attacks never faltered, coming at him fully intending to end his life every time but it wouldn’t be so straight forward, as the pair swooped in to strike simultaneously he tossed his sheathed katana skyward his arms darkening as they were left now free. The two blade stabbed through the air with unparalleled precision but slipping backwards he was able to vacate the path of the attack, grabbing a sword from each maiden and yanking his arms outwards causing the two to collide with one another, the sickening crunch of shattering bone heralding a pair of broken noses. In the same moment he chose to attack he felt the battlefield change, a shadow fall over where he stood, someone had appeared behind him yet he’d felt no presence this entire time ”Oi oi, do I have garbage man written on my back?” catching the sword as it fell ”Because im surrounded by trash!!” spinning round and drawing his blade cleaving through the two figures still suspended in the air, each thrusting twin daggers down towards him. The cut was almost seamless, till the two corpses hit the ground at which point the severed segments separated. They didn’t look like the others here, their uniform didn’t match those of the mooks entangled in this skirmish, they wore suits with their faces hidden in large spherical masks that looked like the head of snowmen. They didn’t fight like the others either, they’d purposely stayed out of the larger scale battle, waiting and biding their time until he’d shown that single opening and struck without hesitation. They were really coming for him this bunch, and weather or not the collection of yogi was a trap as expected they seemed to have no intention of waiting till them to eliminate him, he’d need to watch his back all the way. Looking back Ittai seemed to have little trouble holding the thugs at bay though it did seem that bounty wasn’t just for show, he clearly knew how to handle himself he was a skilled martial artist but more than that he was unrestrained with it, not even so much as a tremble when it came to dismantling opponents, it was a favourable quality. But what was more notable about him was likely neither of these things but instead his disproportionate strength, smashing bones like timber with just punches and kicks, that 60 million bounty might not even do him justice it was enough to pique the pirates curiosity, just what other skills were he hiding. He wasn’t given long to mull over the thought as a deafening crash to his right stole his attention, shattering glass scattered everywhere as brick was turned to rubble, one of the large bald mask wearing men coming flying towards izuru, who only just skiped back in time for the body to shoot past him and crash into the houses on the other side with an equally deafening impact. ”Just what the fuck do you think you’re…..YOU!” looking towards the source of the noise he saw a little old man stood amidst the wreckage looking as frail as could be, though untouched by the distruction. The same old man who’d only earlier that day shoved him from a church steeple ”I should fucking kill you where you stand!!!! What the fuck sort of problem you got with me ya damned geezer??!?” ”Foooooohfohfohfohfohfoh, the young un’s of today sure are a self involved bunch. This has nothing to do with you, we’re just fulfilling our responsibility as chefs of iron knife island and cleaning up our home.” From behind him several more figures stepped into view, a woman dressed in a long flowing kimono a vision of the perfect geisha, next to her a man in full kabuki dress with vibrant vivid paint across his face and a thick mane of hair running down his back, a shorter man was also present dwarfed futher in comparison of the height of the others but clad in full chef whites and finally a large rather rotund man with only a horse shoe of brown hair surrounding his balding head and an apron wraped around his large belly. ”You’re pretty cocky for an old man, find ya wanna play it like that I don’t mind hittin a pensioner, I’ll send you to the other side a little early im sure you’re friends are waiting for you” cracking his knuckles as he prepared to pummel the old shit bag into oblivion ”Foooohfohfoh, still as hot tempered as ever, those abilities did nothing to cool that head of yours fooohfohfoh, you could do that, but then we’d both be wasting our time and as I understand it you don’t have so much of that to spare. Besides I’ll make it up to you, we’ll be escorting you to the tower, that should make things a little quicker for your correct?” mulling the offer over he was torn between his desire to break that smug old bastards nose and that to get this whole ordeal finished with that much quicker, besides it looked as though if he started a fight with the old man these other bastards were gonna join in, and things would just take longer. ”Fine” he responded resignedly ”Let’s go then, but you get in my way and I’ll just consider you collateral damage” ”Ho hoh, that’s some good confidence you’ve got there I should say the same thing to you.” With their group now expanded even further the party, the new chefs spreading out to form a perimeter in order to ensure the gluttony infected victims were kept at bay, though their methods far less brutal than the pirates own. They seemed to be incapaciting those infected rather than killing them, they were certainly skilled in their own right. As they continued on their progressed was marred by the sound of impending danger, it started as mere tremors in the ground, nothing but a slight shaking ever half a minute or so, but the futher they went the more volatile the shaking became and along with it a sudden CRASH, that seemed to increase in volume the nearer they got. Unable to see what the hell it was causing the ruckus he turned to clover to be his eyes "Can you see what the hell is making all that noise?" ooc+Techs Edited by Singularity, Dec 6 2013, 01:25 PM.
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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