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| Spirit | Dec 9 2013, 09:28 AM Post #31 |
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Enemy of the Site
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Watching as Izuru dodged a thrown body, Ittai was about to go to his aid, not that he needed it, before he saw/heard that the old man had not meant to attack the Shichibukai. Glancing around, the pirate saw several, what appeared to be, chefs come out of the woodwork, so to speak, each looking different from any of the mafia goons he had seen so far, suggesting that they were not in league with the food mafia. The old man's words about being escorted further cemented that idea. There was someone missing though, the female from before. Glancing around the chef spotted her sitting on the roof, not looking at all like she was going to be joining the fight. Well, as long as she did not bother him too much, the doctor would much rather ignore her than worry about her attitude and lack of support. Plus, with her that far away, he might be able to get closer to Izuru, maybe even close enough to be his right hand man, though he doubted that he would accomplish that much of his plan, though any success would be welcome. As soon as the Shichibukai and the old man hashed out their deal, the group moved out, with the five chefs flanking Izuru and Ittai, taking out the zombies left and right. However, unlike the pirates, the chefs seemed to try to keep them alive. The doctor chuckled at the futile attempt at mercy. Even if the there was an antidote for the people's affliction, the hunger would either kill them or drive them insane long before they could be cured, if they could be cured at all. Either way, the bilkan would continue utilizing the same ways of dispatching said zombies no matter what the chefs thought of his actions. Not that he would get a chance to kill some zombies considering that said chefs were doing a pretty good job of keeping them away from the duo. "I could not help but wonder, Shichibukai Kazehara, but what is your purpose on this island?" the ex-Marine asked in a respectful voice, the words and the tone leaving a nasty taste in his mouth. Several minutes later, Ittai was made aware of explosions coming from somewhere up ahead. Tensing his body, the pirate prepared for a fight, though he hoped that he would not have to waste his stamina for it, letting the chefs take care of it. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 12 2013, 03:38 PM Post #32 |
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After a deep breath, Clover sighed. The Sniper rocked her heavy metal legs gently above the chaotic scenes below, keeping an eye on events but not paying the greatest amount of attention to anyone in particular. It just appeared to be a straight brawl with little order or battle lines after the initial charge. Despite some helpless individual being cut down every other second in the frenzy, the numbers did not really thin out; more fighters seemed to rush onto the scene to replace the fallen. If not for her surroundings, Clover might have found the moment pleasant. It was good to relax and wind down after dealing with the insufferable Izuru, but her tiled rooftop perch was not the comfiest seat available and nor was the general ambience suitable for resting. The Sniper was too wary of the potential for a stray shot to zip in her direction or some fool below deciding to launch an attack at her. She suspect one or two participients in the brawl had probably noticed her up on the roof but decided against attacking her. She liked to consider them wise. Whilst she watched for any threats, Clover did note the bandaged creep looking in her direction for just a moment. It helped to remind her of his presence. The Shichibukai’s decision to not take out the pirate caused her to think fouler thoughts about the iceman. There were really no redeemable features to the despicable man. He was just wearing the title for show, not because he intended to live up to the job. If she could prove that to the Marines, then maybe they would reinstate his bounty… The cyborg blinked as the commotion started to die down a little, one side prevailing over the other. Unfortunately it was the side with Izuru that appeared victorious, the iceman practically unscathed. His creeper ally too. Clover’s frown persisted as the group started to move on down the street, the Sniper torn between staying put and following. After a few more seconds of thought, the female in the maid uniform decided to stand and follow at a distance from the roof tops. From her vantage point, she could spot the mobs of gangsters or mindless cannibals lying in wait for the advancing group, but not once did she consider warning Izuru. She was figuratively sitting on the fence for this ordeal, her demands not perfectly met by the Shichibukai but the potential for further negotiation was enough to keep her around. If he got overwhelmed at any point, there was a chance he would swallow his pride and plead for her terms. Then she would be left with the decision to help out or watch him die… The crash did not come as a surprise to the Sniper. Everyone on the street below seemed shaken by the rumbling but Clover had seen the large rock when it had been sailing through the air. The trajectory had been harmless but the sheer number of catapults being prepared in the square ahead meant the group in the street might not be so lucky the next time. She glanced down when she heard Izuru beckoning to her. “Yes.” The Sniper replied curtly, the silence that followed making it quite clear she did not intent to explain further. She had just noticed that one of the catapults was about to launch one of the projectiles in the general direction of the group Izuru was leading. |
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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 | Dec 15 2013, 12:49 PM Post #33 |
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Dairy 4 T4
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Shichibukai kazehara, it was strange hearing those words in conjunction. It was true he’d made ample use of the positions benefits and yet still he found himself disassociated to it. The whole inauguration process had been somewhat of a blur given it happened so quickly after their rescue of daisuke, in his mind he still didn’t properly consider himself a warlord though that made it no less true that he in fact was one, though given the temporary nature of the arrangement it seemed near pointless recognizing this. He gave a rye chuckle at the question, remembering just how many times he’d asked himself that same thing across this day. ”That one” indicating clover with a jab of his thumb ”She interrupted our stay at the last island while restocking our food supplies, after this and that occurred we ended up having to stop here. Though it turned into a much bigger pain than expected” His attention was snared from sending a glance of disdain toward clover by the ever heavier tremors that rocked the ground underfoot, the young woman awnsering his question with a single muted syllable, ever the ray of sunshine. It was almost commendable the effort the girl put into obstinance. ”So Gehliffe, just why is it you decided to help me here?” a coy smile played at the corner of his lips curious to see just how honest the individual would be, it was true that while he was well practiced in deceit he wasn’t particularly skilled in the art of unraveling it but you could tell a lot about someone from how slyly they used their words. The question however was left with little time to hang in the air a shadow casting over the group from above as the source of the tremors became clear, a meteor like projectile now hurtling towards them. The elderly chef tensed preparing to take action but izuru impeded him ”Oi oi old man, what did I tell you about getting in my way? Nobody wants to watch you break a hip, it’d just be pitiful” rather than offense the jibe drew only a chuckle in rise from the pensioner ”Fohfohfohfohfoh, Well then if you’re sure you can handle it, lets see what the next generation has to offer” Taking his katana in hand he drew a steady breath centering himself ”Serpent style swordplay” The words spoken in the most tranquil tone the pirate would ever be caught using, rotating with his blade drawn as he did so, the speed of revolution increasing at an alarming pace. ”Dance of the wheeling krait!” the blade appeared too have drawn a ring through the air which edged his spinning form, upon announcing it’s name the spinning shape rotated onto it’s side acting like a wheel carving through the concrete ground before tearing a path up through the high street cleaving straight through the shambling walkers as it went, approaching the flying sphere at high speed. Upon drawing near directly beneath it the wheel sprang skyward landing deftly atop the flying boulder of charrgrilled meat and cleaving directly through it, the two segments parting and coming crashing down on either side of the group. Bouncing from first the original flying projectile the lacerating wheel bounded to another still soaring through the air splitting it in twain before bouncing to a third and stopping it’s advance. Having dispatched all those that threatened to harm them the blur of centrifugal motion made it’s third and final leap frog, hanging in the air momentarily only for the pirate to abruptly stop his motion the shockwave that had built up surrounding his movements pulsing outward and tearing through all it found in it’s path, halving the catapult that had been placed ahead of him but not before splitting a building or two on it’s way. Just short of the group the cutting wave dissipated, leaving only a gouged track up the high street as the only proof it had ever existed. The old man looking down at the marking that stopped just short of his foot exhaled a sigh ”Such a flashy bunch the brats of today are.”. Landing with all the dexterity of a cat, entirely contradictory to the excessive destruction he’d so recently caused, Izuru continued onward not keen to linger with yogi still entrapped in the tower ahead and eager to deal out a little punishment to the shits who thought it ok to do so. “Trebuchet one down!” “Meat launcher 3 taken care of” “We got nothing but a pile of splinters left at 4” “Catapults 5 and 6 have been handled” Reaching the cross roads that marked the edge of the islands central district he looked to his left to see the source of the sound, yet another group of marines though this time the old chef was with them, holding a den den mushi from which the voices were coming. At his side was a young lady Izuru had never seen before but her identity wasn’t the prime question on his mind at that point, instead how the hell had the old man got here before him? And how had he not seen him pass? In fact for that matter how the hell had he managed to change clothes aswell and since when did he work for the marines? ”YOH!” izuru turning to see the rest of the group arriving behind him including the same chef who had just been…….what the fuck? Was he seeing double? ”Yo!!” the two short old men greeting one another with emphatic enthusiasm before running over for an embrace ”It’s good to see you little brother, it’s rare to see you outside your kitchen, I was beginning to worry you’d died of old age in that place” while the smile stayed broad on his face there was a notable twinge at the temple of the chefs head ”Ho ho don’t be silly big brother, I was certain your bones had been buried a long time ago in the sea of paperwork you call an office” ”Now now little brother, don’t be so harsh it’s not so easy to concentrate when I have to constantly worry about what blunder my pesky little sibling will get into next””Isn’t that a little much big brother, I have to fear for the whole islands safety while bearing the burden of knowing you are in charge of it’s marine force” the pair still chuckling though the veil over their insults was becoming thinner by the second, izuru forced to pinch the bridge of his nose at the memory that this was the same old man who’d managed to kick him off a clocktower only hours ago. ”But what is it we have here? The newly appointed shichibukai and the black dog, that’s a worrying pair to see together. Could you perhaps tell me what it is you’re doing here Sinn Gehliffe depending on your awnser I may have to take you in, though it’s true my hands are a little full at the minute, according to our information you have no affiliation to Sir Izuru here so your being here is problematic.” at this point Izuru perked up once more, curious to see what the man did in this situaton. ”And you young miss, I have a grandson stationed in alabasta, talk of you swept across that place like wild fire when last I went to visit. The emerald of the desert if im not mistaken? But I must admit it is rather strange to see you keeping such company given your profession, what brings you here? As a grandfather I don’t think I could overlook kidnapping and imprisonment…even for a warlord” izuru and the old man exchanging a sharp glance as each appraised the other. The tension was palpable but amid all this one person was left entirely unaffected, the young lady at the old mans side who’s eyes were transfixed wide with shock at the blade on izuru’s hip ”Th-th-th-th-th-THAT’S LEVIATHAN!!!” Rushing over to the pirate and dancing around him as she garnered a closer look at the weapon ”But what the hell is it doing here? It’s supposed to be with Master Azrael back on Paradiso” ”Hmmm this thing? I just took it off some old man a while back cos it looked better than the piece of shit I was carrying at the time.””Thing!!! Watch your mouth, what the hell did you do to master Azrael? There’s no way some scumbag like you could have killed him, he was a sword saint well out of the league of your likes””Kill him?? I didn’t touch him the old fart was already dead, croaked from old age I guess.”Do you even know what it is you’re holding??? That is one of the blades of aion, each one said to hold the spirit of a mythical beast and the power to match, A filthy thief like you had no right to desecrate the grave of such a hallowed man and steal his treasure, I demand you hand it over at once so I can return it to it’s rightful owner!!” at this point the pirates head dipped a little his gaze enveloped in darkness as his tone shifted to one of a much more somber nature ”Oi little girl, don’t you think you’re saying one too many stupid things now? Give it back to it’s rightful owner? You have no claim to anything in this world you can’t protect with your own two hands, that’s just common sense. Take this sword from me? Come back when you can form a sentence without just babbling shit. Infuriation lit up the girls face a violent red as her body moved to dash towards the pirate fully intent on attacking him had it not been for her superiors hand placed seemingly lightly on her abdomen but able to halt her motion entirely. ”That would be a foolish move Karin, when it comes to ability you and that man don’t compare, you should not throw yourself in harms way so easily, it would make this old man sad” soothing her rage with a warm smile ”Please forgive my subordinate, she has a sword fetish, sometimes it can cause her to stop seeing reason” the girl turning bright red once more at the old mans words though for an entirely different reason this time ”But looking at it, it doesn’t seem this sword is too unhappy with it’s owner, it has seen more blood than it’s used too but it seems he really is earnest in his attempts to learn to wield it properly, when used with respect a sword will reply in kind, though it seems you havn’t discovered the full extent of this weapons abilities just yet” He’d not even seen it, the old mans movements yet he’d managed to make it to the pirates side and was now fondling his weapon without so much as a sound made. ”You need not worry Karin, this sword has found itself a good home.” ooc + techs
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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 18 2013, 10:23 AM Post #34 |
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So it appeared that the only reason that Izuru was on the island was because he was in need for supplies, having been interrupted by the female on the last island that they apparently were on. Granted that the Shichibukai had no reason to tell Ittai the complete truth so he took the answer with a little grain of salt. True, the answer could have been completely honest with nothing more to add. But either way, the outcome was the same so the pirate did not particularly want to bother with figuring out the real truth behind the answer. The chef was not surprised when Izuru returned the favor and asked a question himself. Now there was a choice in front of the doctor, tell the truth or lie through his teeth. Neither option was really viable so probably some sort of combination of the two would serve him the best. After all, mixing lies with truth made it harder to determine what was the lie while at the same time allowing the parts of the truth to be hidden. Now was the time to decide which parts of his real objective he was going to lie about. "Well, it is pretty simple. I want to join your crew to serve under one of the greatest pirates of this generation." the ex-Marine said, trying to make his voice sound excited about the prospect. In truth, he was a bit resentful that this young whippersnapper, who was more than a decade younger than him, had already attained a title of Shichibukai. Granted that the bilkan did not actively try to carry out outward illegal activity until a few years ago, but still. Being several feet shorter than Izuru really did not help matters either. But now was not the time to feel resentment towards the man he was hoping to join. Thankfully the bandages and the mask help conceal whatever negative emotions might have shown on his face. Any further questions were forestalled by the appearance of several giant meat spheres that sailed towards the group. Ittai prepared to cut the balls in half but was beat to the punch by the Shichibukai, who used a flashy looking shockwave to neutralize the threat, leaving bits of meat and stone strewn all about the street. The pirate let out a silent whistle as he surveyed the damage. Izuru was certainly powerful enough to deserve the Shichibukai title, not that that realization made the fact any more depressing. Shaking his head to clear away the thoughts, the chef followed the man till the sounds of Marines could be heard and moments later the bodies that belonged to the voices came into view. Seeing all the Marines, the doctor worked hard to suppress his burning desire to destroy them all, instead watching with mild interest as the two brothers prattled to one another. The ex-Marine was drawn out of his Marine-killing fantasies by the Marine brother's comment about his presence here. "Maybe you should focus on keeping the island alive instead of bothering me." the bilkan growled out, clenching his hands to stop them from going to his sword. "And you should think about updating your information." he added vaguely, waving any further questions away dismissively. Ittai paid a bit of attention to the Marine's comment about the female on the roof and based on the information so far, it appeared that she was a bounty hunter, a rather well known at that, not that the pirate bothered with keeping up with scum like that. He would make sure to get the story out of Izuru later. After all, it wasn't every day that you heard of a bounty hunter servicing a pirate and a Shichibukai at that. His musings were interrupted by an exclamation and a rant from one of the insignificant Marines who rushed over to Izuru and began to fawn over the sword and demand that he gave it back to her. The ex-Marine was glad that she did not bother with his sword, otherwise it would have been problematic to fend off the remaining Marines after he cut the woman in half. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Dec 21 2013, 02:53 PM Post #35 |
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The Sniper’s expression turned quite glum when the inbound projectile was easily dealt with despite its grand size. She had not really anticipated the overcooked meatball causing too much trouble for the Shichibukai, but for it to bear no threat at all was a shade disappointing. The giant meatball crashed along the sides of the street, causing the buildings to shudder and shake beneath her feet, though their structural integrity won through. Only a few roof tiles slid off the side. Clover grumbled quietly. No more meatballs followed the first, Izuru’s little group able to proceed without too much hindrance. As part of the procession, albeit unwillingly, Clover felt obliged to follow from her vantage point, hers the safest by far as the shamblers remained an entirely grounded threat. The chaos on the docks had required so much more effort on her behalf; with the surprise factor of the feasting horde, the canister escorting goons and the hail of Marine battleship cannon fire. Now she was just a distant observer, under little threat yet possessing little influence on the spectacle she was watching. Boredom was her greatest adversary. The green haired girl was not quite certain which of the two circumstances she preferred. Resigned to the pace of events, Clover continued to follow at a distance. The tower that Izuru wanted to climb to free his abominable pet was nearing, Clover able to see into the courtyards surrounding the tall building from her perch. The white coats of the Marines had beaten the Shichibukai’s party to the location, clashing around the catapults that had been set up in the area. The sheer number of soldiers caught the Sniper by surprise, the girl had not noticed a strong Marine presence on the island before the chaos but they had certainly crawled out of the woodwork when required. It gave her some small comfort about the situation, Izuru would have to be on his best behaviour and she could take advantage of that if necessary. Returning her attention to the street directly below, she noticed the Shichibukai consulting with an elderly man in a Marine coat. Their conversation was not of much interest to her… until the old man beckoned to her. She tried not to react as he identified her. It was bothersome and embarrassing to be recognised in such circumstances… she had built a small reputation on Alabasta as a ruthlessly efficient bounty hunter, yet here she was tailing a Shichibukai as a docile maid. The Marine alluded to the truth of her relationship with Izuru Kazehara but did not appear willing to act on his hunch. Clover suspected that the chaotic circumstances would prevent any resolution to her problem even if she were to denounce the Shichibukai at that very moment. She did take note of the elderly Marine’s features though. Perhaps when the commotion had died down, she could seek him out and reveal Izuru’s crimes. What followed caused Clover to lose interest in the scene, boorish talk about the blade at Izuru’s hip. She hated that they were content to talk so casually with the pirate, it betrayed her views of how the Marines were meant to operate as a force of justice. Even if she had once been at odds with that justice in the past… Clover still respected it as form of good. The lack of soldiers moving to apprehend Izuru’s latest male fan was also irksome. She noticed the horde around the tower had started to funnel into the streets, scattered by the advancing Marines that had attacked from other positions. The brunt of the shambling masses would be heading in the direction of the side alley below. Clover looked down at the occupants, weighing her hatred for the two pirates against her admiration for the soldiers in white and blue. “Mister.” She beckoned to the old Marine, pointing down to one end of the street. “They’re coming from that direction.” |
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| ♥ Singularity | Dec 28 2013, 10:01 AM Post #36 |
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Well it could have gone worse, the first thought that flitted through his head upon witnessing the exchange between their party and the marines. Ittai all too unimpressed at being threatened flung back an acidic retort while clover contrary to all likely hood seemed un-enticed by the offer of extradition from the pirates care, opting instead to offer up no reason why their arrangement should be impeded. While it was true that he in fact had nothing to apologize for not be prosecuted over, given the girl had tried to take his head, failed, and he’d still been generous enough to take her alive but thus far she’d seemed to have trouble comprehending that, perhaps this was evidence he’d underestimated her, maybe she in fact understood her situation better than anticipated. ”Mr Gheliffe will be under my care for now at least, so I’ll need you to give it a pass” halting the exchange before it could deteriorate any further, in about as polite a tone as he knew how to use. He was intrigued by the mans request to join his ranks, always looking for interesting individuals to join the roster, and the bounty alone was enough to pique his curiosity there was no harm in exploring a little further. Besides this killed two birds with one stone, it was somewhat pleasant impairing the marine after his not so subtle threat regarding clover, true it was a fairly petty joy but it was always important to never forget to enjoy the little things. The placid atmosphere did not last long, clover calling down from the rooftops to warn the marines of approaching walkers, the forces spreading further now that the catapult fire had ceased and no longer threatened friendly fire. ”Looks like we’re about out of time to keep idling, lets purge this damned place” returning his attention back to the path that led towards gourmet tower he took stock of his surroundings, the first of the stragglers making their way to the side roads entrance and ambling towards them. Though his words were unnecessary, as soon as clovers warning was given chef and marine alike was at full alert, taking their positions and moving forward as a unit with seamless symmetry, no gap in their formation steadily dropping the biters through non lethal methods. Izuru however was not nearly nearly as conservative. A dark and seething anger was brewing silently within him, they had taken his bear, attacked his ship and come to take his head personally. Mocked him on live t.v and issued challenge as though the threat of his retaliation was negligible, was that really what people thought of him? How minimal a deterrent his name posed. The shitty old man, these kidnapping bastards, the shambling biters all of it was getting in his damned way when it all simply needed to disappear. Treated like some hollow celebrity now he’d taken on this title, as though the fact he’d been a ruthless killer up until a few weeks ago meant nothing, now that the world government endorsed him he was simply a shallow celebrity there to be poked and prodded by the masses, it freaking pissed him off!! It had not been allowed to bubble over, maintaining presence was crucial as a captain if he could be seen to be brought to his knees by this petty group what use did he have as a pirate king candidate? But he could not fool his swordsmanship, as anger brewed like a silent storm his attacks became far less humane. No longer aiming for kill strikes he simply cleaved the drugged peasants to pieces as they came at him, hacking off limbs, cleaving chunks of flesh, it didn’t matter if they died or we’re simply left to bleed out incapacitated as long as they were removed from his way. It was a tricky position for those around him, technically within his rights as an act of self defense though needlessly cruel to those who’d had no hand in creating this situation, it was clear his actions made them uncomfortable though no one halted him. Reaching the mainstreet he could see the massing horde, the only thing stood between him and his goal a small army of biters with no intention of letting a meal pass unnoticed. While at their head guarding the door was a lone fishman who seemed entirely too confident in his pawns ability to protect him. Not missing a step his arm drew back showering the crowd in front of him with a volley of thrusts, his blade extending and retracting at high speeds to shave away at their numbers as bodies continued to fall to his sword. The chefs too were not idle, incapacitating body after body though it felt as though they were making no progress. ”You’re wasting your time, this is as far as you go. The colonel left this place to me, there’s no way I’d let scum like you past.” hand dropping to his hip he pulled from it one of the many spice shaker attached to the belt there, spinning it round in his hand before firing off a thick plume of flaming red colored powder that drifted down upon the mass of bodies ”Seething spice shot!” the crowd becoming notably irritated as the spices settled on them, their bodies thrashing as they were overtaken by an overwhelming aggression, soaking up more hits and still continuing onwards than they had been before. The chefs were having noticeable difficulties now in subduing their zombie opponents, their numbers now worked up and violent making taking them down one at a time troublesome. So that was how they were controlling them, through supplementary drugs. If that was the case all he needed to do to cause command to crumble was end that one fishman, but getting to him would prove no easy task. He hacked and slashed but was seemed unable to push any further, their ranks filled as quickly as they emptied, becoming apparent he couldn't take them quite so lightly he was about to alternate his method of attack when he heard a familiar voice to the rear “BOOOSS, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOSS!!!”[/color] looking back to see the band of ragged half dead punks he called his crew, tearing up the high street before almost collapsing doubled over struggling for breath upon reaching him. ”I thought I told you to stay on the ship” holding the victims of gluttony at bay while he spoke, amid gasps for breath the man managed to choke out “We cleared the ship, once it was safe we came here. We heard what the guy said on the tv, if big bro yogi’s in trouble there’s no way we could just sit around doing nothing”. Putting their lives in danger for a bear they bearly knew, taking on a situation that should have been beyond them and coming out on top despite it…..sentimental stupidity. But even as he thought about it a smirk unconsciously curved his lips, he just couldn’t hate those kind of motivations even if they were foolish as all hell. ”Tch, do as you please, but don’t complain to me if it kills ya” “Understood boss, it’s not much but we can at least create a path for you to the building, please save yogi bro for us” ”Just who is it you think you’re talking to? Are you suggesting something of this level could stop me?” “Got it boss” each and every one chimed in unison. ”We too will stay here and hold this position, our first priority needs to be stopping these civillians, I trust you can take care of the rest” the distain he had for this pirate and his immoral methods was clear in the tone of voice but the situation was what it was and currently the marines of ironknife were in no position to be choosy about their allies. Organising into a triangular formation the band of men charged the batallion, rapidly piercing their ranks and hacking their way through as they pushed a path further towards the gourmet tower. They were rough, uncivilized and low on skill, yet still they fought tooth and nail to make good on their promise, powering their way to the towers front door before separating into two lines, in-between which a path had been left clear. ”You want to come with me? here is where we see how much use you can be. Help me trash this place and if you survive you can leave with us. Execute everyone on sight, no one leaves alive.” looking back he caught sight of clover overlooking the battlefield ”Oi Desert emerald” his voice dripping with mockery as he used her old handle ”Lets go, it’s time you settled a score like a pirate should, or this task too terrifying for alabasta’s ace? If you’re lucky you might even catch yourself a bounty or two.” She was an odd one clover, the skill was there to make her one of his strongest subordinates yet her attitude was still that of one who hunted people like he, making her the most akward person he’d ever worked with. That said a challenge could be fun in different ways and with the aggression she had pent up inside her it wasn’t too hard to believe that if he let her taste the uninhibited freedom that came with simply venting it rather than channeling it into prosperous activities as she had before a taste for piracy could quickly be garnered, though he had no doubt she would fight that transition every step of the way. Making use of the path created for them his progress was blocked as the small fishman leapt in place to impede it, apparently unhappy with how quickly things had fallen out of his favour. ”You won’t take this position that the colonel left me in charge of so easily, I’ll show you to true ferocity of the cooking underworld” the resolve he’d built towards this task clear in his expression, visible for only a moment before he took a spice shaker in each hand slamming them into his eyes, and engulfed each one with a puff of spiced powder which quickly had a vivid and painful inflammation take over while streams of tears poured forth. ”Fishman karate secret technique: Tears of Pain” the odd creatures hands moved fluidly, manipulating the liquid gushing from his eyes hued slightly orange now infused with the same spicy substance that had started this, thrusting his hands forward he sent the drilling projectile spinning towards the pair, izuru swaying to the side as it streaked between them. Drawing back a blackened fist panic quickly set into the henchman who realized he now had nothing left in the barrel, but wasn’t given long to lament before a fierce punch had his world turned upside down head hitting the pavement with a hard crack teeth flying free of his mouth. ”Fuck off” a curt farewell the only acknowledgment given to the piece of trash that had gotten in his way for the umpteenth time. Reaching the door the thought of the face behind this shit storm being so close was almost enough to bring a smile to his lips, slipping a hand into his pocked he unclasped the bracelet around it's wrist while stowed their, leaving the links to slip from his skin. The act of limiting himself here was unnecessary this would be an overwhelming crushing defeat for the other side, and while they fell into disparity cursing their own fate he would be there to crush their fingers under his heel as they desperately clawed for survival. His devil fruit powers now unshackled the ambient temperature dropped significantly, his own body shifting to it’s elemental state as it became entirely transparent. The door opened, and no sooner had it a hail of gunfire rained down on the entrance, a squad of gunman placed in waiting, the group obviously having no intention of handing yogi over without a fight. Henchmen of every faction littered the room just waiting to sink their weapons into what was left in the wake of the gunfire. SNAP! Even over the sound of shots the sickening sound of fracturing bone was audible to all around, turning to see one of their comrades with his head twisted around 180 degree’s and no culprit in sight, CRACK! Another body taken by a phantom reaper, it’s head rotated to an unnatural degree. They’d not been prepared for this, a strong opponent yes, that was someone they could put their life on the line fighting but not this, what the hell did you do when ghosts were whittling down your ranks?!? Fear permeated with increasing speed as head after head was snapped free of it’s spinal connection, shots began to fire off randomly in the hope of hitting whatever was hunting them and as others found themselves in danger of being caught in the cross fire anarchy rapidly set in, this just a peek of the hell he was going to make them see. techs Edited by Singularity, Dec 29 2013, 10:30 PM.
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| Spirit | Dec 30 2013, 11:09 AM Post #37 |
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Ittai smirked in the Marine's direction as Izuru agreed to allow him to join the crew. The pirate knew that the smirk was childish and immature, but it was the only thing in his arsenal that he could do to show his victory over the Marines. And now that he bound himself to the Shichibukai's service, he would have to be extra careful around Marines lest he do something unwise and get himself kicked out of the crew or even worse, get Izuru kicked out of the Shichibukai. But alas, that was a small price to pay to have the fame and influence of a Shichibukai in his repertoire of getting people to join his cause. Itching to get away from the Marines, the chef was pleasantly surprised when the bounty hunter announced that the enemy was approaching. Glad to finally have an outlet onto which he could unleash his frustration with the inability to kill some Marines. However, it did not look like he would get a chance till later, not with all the chefs incapacitating the zombies while Izuru just plowed through, leaving none for the doctor to mop up. At the rate they were going, it was no surprise that it did not take long before the group reached the tower, at the bottom of which stood a fishman accompanied by more zombies. The ex-Marine watched as said fishman agitated the zombies with some sort of spice, making it harder on the rest of the chefs and the Marines to dispatch the zombies without killing them. Before the bilkan could decide whether or not he wanted to help them, the atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of Izuru's men, followed closely by a small group of Ittai's own crew. Nearing their leader, the men saluted and kneeled in front of him. "Report." the pirate said simply as he paid close attention to the interactions between the Shichibukai and his subordinates. "Sir, we helped secure the Shichibukai ship as ordered and came here for further orders." was the crisp response from the front man. "Alright, stay here, help the Shichibukai's men as needed, and kill a few Marines if you can get away with." the chef said, adding the last part in a low voice. Receiving their orders, the doctor's men rose and saluted before going over to support Izuru's men. "Right behind you, Cap't." the ex-Marine said in a cheery voice before closely following Izuru down the newly formed opening in the crowd that stretched all the way towards the tower and the fishman. As the fishman launched another one of his weird attacks, the bilkan ducked underneath the flying liquid and watched as the Shichibukai delivered a knockout blow, dropping the fishman to the ground before continuing towards the door. Seeing as how he was ordered to leave none alive, Ittai made sure that the fishman was truly dead by stomping and crushing his skull. With that grisly deed done, the pirate quickly followed his 'captain', reaching him just as the latter threw open the door only to be met with gunfire. As he drew his sword, twisted his body sideways and placed the sword between himself and the enemy, the chef noted that the surrounding area had gotten strangely cold, which was probably due to Izuru's devil fruit powers. A part of him really wanted to witness them first hand, but as he dashed towards his opponents, the doctor could see nothing except for the men dying left and right. Clearly the Shichibukai was doing something, but exactly what, the ex-Marine had no idea. As he neared the first gunman, the bilkan twisted his body at the same time swinging his sword out wide, cleanly cleaving through the first gunman and cutting open another gunman behind him. Quickly placing his sword back to shield him from another hail of bullets, Ittai hoped that whatever Izuru was doing to kill the other gunmen was selective enough not to kill the pirate as well. While he certainly had some defensive techniques available to him, the chef doubted that they could withstand an attack from the Shichibukai. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 3 2014, 02:28 PM Post #38 |
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The gap between the tower that beckoned to Izuru and the surrounding buildings presented a problem for the Sniper. She had been content to remain in a withdrawn position from the chaos, finding refuge on the rooftops of the buildings. But the expanse could not be traversed from that position of safety, and the Shichibukai had to traverse it before he could climb the tall spire to save his pet. And she was set to follow, albeit whilst dragging her heels in stubborn defiance. Clover considered attempting a vanishing act as she stood on the verge. The battle for the island appeared to be reaching its zenith as the Marines and resident chefs clashed with the mindless hordes of the hungry and fast food barons who had tainted them. She understood the outcome of the clash would likely decide the very future of Iron Knife Island for years to come, but could not muster the ability to care. Aside from providing a mass of lemonade and a poor tasting snack, the place had been nothing but a pain. She only really cared for one place, and home was so very far away. It was the summons of the iceman that stirred her from the position of silent contemplation. With piercing eyes and a poisonous scowl, Clover stepped off her elevated platform and fell down towards the battlefield below. She landed delicately in a crouched stance, unapproached in the immediate aftermath of her descent. It was a prime moment to introduce herself on the battle, to leave a defining mark that would draw great attention to her presence… yet Clover refrained. Her steps exuded reluctance as she cautiously picked her way around the chaotic scenes, where chefs of note clashed with their fast food counterparts. Hers was a boorish and unwilling role, the girl that tagged along because she had no choice. She did not take eagerly to the slaughter like a certain follower of Izuru. Instead she remained in the tall man’s shadow, trailing the path of destruction that the iceman led all the way to the tower’s doors. The scarce few that identified and attempted to attack her were easily avoided, too slow to cause her any harm. The Sniper danced an elegant set of steps around them until they were caught in the crossfire of the carnage around them. Ironically most were felled by the bullets aimed at the logia she was following. At the doorway, she anticipated the ambush and stepped away from the line of fire. The hail of bullets justified her decision. Curiously the Shichibukai ahead of her made no attempt avoid the barrage, instead become more opaque to her eyes as he used his weird powers. The firearms were as harmless as her bolts had been in this state, Izuru not even pausing to shrug off the pellets that struck him. He entered the room and Clover waited a couple of seconds before she cared to peek her head around the corner. Inside the Shichibukai skipped between the henchmen, striking them down one by one with increasingly brutal techniques. Her brow furrowed as the bandaged lapdog ran in after him to join in with the bloody affair. As she watched and waited, Clover silently wished the pair of them would be arrested afterwards for the sheer brutality of their actions. With the high Marine presence around the island, it was becoming a very real possibility… |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jan 8 2014, 12:52 AM Post #39 |
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Necks snapped like twigs in his grasp , not one single victim shown even an iota of mercy. He didn’t have it in him, all he could think about was the next most appropriate target upon which to vent his anger. He was no longer the only threat either, between Ittai savagely carving the shooters to pieces and their own friendly fire issues stemming from an unseen opponent the room had decended into chaos relatively quickly, with fear propogating rapidly as their numbers dwindled. ”I have to thank you scum, with all you little shits around this is turning out to be far more therapeutic than I could have hoped.” The sound of his booming voice drew the attention of many, just in time to see two of their comrades writhing in pain suspended in mid air, their skulls appearing to warp and compress as five separate dimples embedded in each a final sickening CRACK! Silencing their screams as each body fell limp, tossed to the ground like the trash they were. The stunned stillness in witnessing such grim final moment lasted only a fleeting moment before a renewed volley of bullets showered where he was stood, but it was no use, no matter how many he was hit with they did nothing, his body chipping and fracturing as round after round pierced his frozen physique only to be expelled harmlessly once upon regenerating itself. His appetite for violence had not been quelled, not even close. Darting forward he plunged each hand into the chests of his most recent kills, blades of ice extending through their backs before drawing the two swords out of the corpses and returning to rampage once more. A whirling dervish of brutality, hacking through body after body leaving nothing more than chunks of flesh in his wake. He hated them all, each and every one for wasting his time with this bullshit, for taking his comrade hostage, for being unaware of their own place on the food chain. When finally silence fell upon the floor once more it was left with a distinctly abattoir aesthetic, no surface had been spared the crimson coating, the fear, regret and sorrow felt by the souls in their final moments seemed almost palpable as it permeated the air. But he felt nothing for it, he’d almost forgotten this, the man he’d been before meeting leander and kamina, the rabid dog that had torn to shreds anything it could get it’s fangs into. He’d almost lost that person, falling to the back of his thoughts after meeting Kwon, a man who’d taught him to expect more from himself. But he was just fooling his own nature and there was no cure for it. This was what felt simple, natural. To tear apart the obstacles in front of him and leave nothing but an ocean of blood in his wake that was the Izuru kazehara that had managed to survive this far, and while it wasn’t the man he would have liked to have been nor the man who could make his little brother proud, it was the man that would allow him to continue drawing breath in this world so harsh and cruel, and he would have been long since dead without him. Drawing a hand back through his hair as he slicked it in place once more, he gave a slow sigh at the sense of serenity that befell him in the aftermath of such aggression, as though he’d found equilibrium once more. ”Not bad at all, we keep up this pace and we’ll have cleared this tower within the hour” Clovers mood had not improved in the slightest, she was visibly disdainful of his methods even despite the fact these were all evident criminals, it seemed as though despite having accepted admission into the family she was still hesitant to relinquish he moral code, though she was smart enough not to actively impede him. An odd one that girl, she really must have had something to live for given how detestable she seemed to find her current state of existence though still swallowed her pride and endured all for the sake of continued living, or perhaps it was just the ice man’s own charismatic charm along with rugged good looks, they sure weren’t too bad for dropping knickers, though no matter how capable a floozy would still be a disappointing addition to the crew. Crossing the room he entered the elevator at it’s rear, the same one that would take him up through the expansive mall’s many floors and hopefully directly to the top so he could resolve this all the quicker before leveling the whole godless shithole. Awaiting the entrance of the other two he paused before pressing the button for the towers 99th floor, presumable the same one that housed the doorway leading to it’s legendary 100th, a place known only to the more prestigious of vip’s and now apparently yogi too. It was an odd juxtaposition, mundane tuneless elevator music playing monotonously in the background as the blood laden izuru stood next to a figure covered in bandages and a young maid, almost as if the set up to some terrible cosmic joke. Though when finally the elevator did stop it was not at all as hoped. Floor 69, and the machine simply halted. No warning nor explanation just the complete absence of motion. Exhaling irritably the pirate jammed his hands into the seam between the two shutters melding the metal as he pried the two apart though it appeared this was exactly as the enemy had intended. ”Well I say now, y’all made some mighty fine time gettin here. Looks like I’ve gone and lost myself a bet here, I believe this is yours” The almost regal looking gentleman dressed in fully white suit with facial hair of matching shade pulling a stack of bulls from his suit and handing them too a an athletically built oriental woman flanked by two burly looking henchmen in panda masks. It seemed they had quite the welcome waiting for them, 5 figures notably at the head of the pack while countless numbers of their subordinates stood with them. At a glance he was able to pick out the red haired clown who’d been responsible for the cooking fest massacre earlier that day, and from their henchman he could identify the one referred to as queen by his/her subordinates, the thickly built man crammed into a small black cocktail dress. But the others he was unfamiliar with, including the lone gentleman crouched atop the statue of a famous chef from the islands history, though his iconic oversized round snowman-esque mask was identical to those warn by some dumbasses who’d attacked him earlier so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume he was their leader. ”We’ve been asked to stop you here Izuru-boya, so perhaps you and your cutie pie girlfriend could come quietly we’d rather not have to get rough……like we did with that pet of yours.” ”I say I say, you must know when you’re out manned. Give up now and you might be able to live a little longer. A vein pulsed noticeably at his temple with the mention of yogi his already dwindling patience wearing paper thin ”Her? Mine? You blind aswell as ugly? Look at the uniform, she’s only got two skills, cleaning and killing and even those are lacking, there ain’t nothin romantic about it......Besides she's kinda flat too." looking away and muttering the last of his sentance, hesitant to even admit he'd noticed such things "Now fuckin dissapear” Crossing the room in a single dash as he swung his sword looking to cleave the pervert in half. That was all it took, the single spark enough to ignite chaos anew as the islands underworld bet everything on this last stand to vanquish the trio that were giving them so much trouble. ooc |
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| Spirit | Jan 12 2014, 12:36 PM Post #40 |
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Ittai could not help but marvel at Izuru's masterful yet rage filled display of his ice powers. The pirate certainly did not make a mistake of joining this particular Shichibukai's crew, not that he had an overabundant choice of Shichibukai crews to choose from that had more than a few percentage points of a chance to successfully join them. Well, he could potentially have succeeded in joining some other Shichibukai crew but there would be a really, really low chance that he would have been able to join and be a high ranking member of it. After all, the remaining 6 Shichibukai crews had way longer to assemble strong crews. Hell, it was somewhat of a miracle that the two men that were far stronger than the chef had left Izuru's employ before he had arrived on his island. Either way, whether it was by fate or just some random chance, the doctor was not going to screw up this opportunity. As such, the ex-Marine followed the rampaging Shichibukai, cleaning up any remaining men that might have been accidentally left alive, eventually reaching the elevator. It did not take long, well longer than usual, for the elevator to ascend up the tube, with only shitty music for company, before suddenly stopping on the 69th floor, 33 floors from their supposed destination. The bilkan briefly wondered if Izuru had pressed the wrong button or made Clover had performed some trickery when they weren't looking just to be an obstinate bitch before the elevator doors opened to reveal a multitude of food mafia mooks and led by the 5 remaining, at least on this floor, food mafia Dons. As the Dons and the Shichibukai exchanged a few words back and forth, Ittai sized up the leaders of the food mafia since the main fights were going to be against them. As the talking finally finished and Izuru launched himself towards the Okama and the weird hat looking leaders, the pirate had found his opponent. Never liking old people, the chef launched himself at the white suited man, only to have the way blocked by the man's goons. Planting his sword into the ground, the doctor jumped into the air and used the sword as a pivot point to send two leg shockwaves towards the mooks, one level with the knees and the other level with the chest. Except for the very few towards the back who had had the presence of mind to fall to the floor, the majority of the white suited man's mooks were cut down by the shockwave. With no more viable defenses standing between the bilkan and his opponent, for now at least, said bilkan yanked out the sword and launched himself towards the white suited man, intending to cleave him in half. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Jan 16 2014, 01:33 PM Post #41 |
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She clenched her fists at her side and silently fumed at the remarks about her. Clover’s persisting patience was growing thin, the small alleviations provided by her unspoken satirical remarks no longer as soothing on her temper as they had been earlier. She was not only being spurned by her unwanted allies but also her inadvertent opponents now. Another low point reached in the service of the Shichibukai, a miserable occupation she would gladly part with if opportunity presented itself. She sought out that opportunity as Izuru launched into combat, lifting an arm to aim down the length of it towards the Iceman’s back as he scrapped. Her crosshairs found a seemingly unguarded rear but knew better than to start firing off bolts at the frosty pirate; his strange curse meant he was largely immune to such basic means of attack, even when distracted he would just freeze over and thaw completely unharmed. As for his odd adversary that had also spoken poorly of her (inadvertently by pairing her with the Iceman), she decided against shooting at him. That would be helping Izuru. When Izuru’s new lapdog also ran out to fight, she was left alone in the elevator to awkwardly watch the events. She could see some of the numerous thugs not engaged in combat muttering about her, catching their hard gazes with her all seeing eyes. She was not the center of attention but being noticed at all made Clover wary, the Sniper dreaded the thought of a sudden surge rushing towards the crudely opened lift to fight her. This cause was not her own, Clover did not want to expend a single ounce of effort on Izuru’s stupid endeavour. “I hope the bear is already dead.” The green haired girl grumbled and stepped to the side. Izuru’s brutish manner of opening the lift meant she could hide on the edge of the small chamber where the doors had not been forced out of shape. Escaping the direct view of the onlookers granted her some small relief. The two idiots would probably cause enough trouble between them to keep everyone distracted… she did not even care if the Shichibukai lambasted her for continuing to avoid conflict. Hopefully her unwillingness to participate would lead to him being overwhelmed and defeated… The Sniper turned her head to the side, noticing an intruder in her elevator. She did not believe it was possible for the man to just appear out of thin air but equally she doubted that he could slip in the small space without her noticing immediately. Yet there stood the clown with a wide red smile plastered on his ridiculous face. Clover barely registered the small knife he held in his gloved hand, more disturbed by the freakshow’s grin. He leaned closer, a few inches taller due to his unkempt and bushy red hair. “Would you like to play a game?” He asked, his words accompanied by a poorly concealed chortle. Clover just shuddered. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jan 21 2014, 08:57 AM Post #42 |
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A solid SLAP! Echoed out as two beefy palms caught his blade with a clap, the sickeningly masculine features looking back at him through a gaudy mask of offensive colors slapped upon a hairy stubble ridden visage. It was enough to turn anyone’s stomach, lips puckered he gave the pirate a teasing wink as the logia user pushed from his footing to escalate the force in the blow only to have the large man swat it away and skitter backwards with swan-eque steps while throngs of his minions and others swarmed past him to impede the pirates. ”Hummmmm” the transvestite now pouting ”Must you be so rough, you’ve got my heart all a-quiver ,just stop now before this gets messy, I’ll be sure to be gentle with you….Ca-n-dy” izuru’s body convulsed at hearing himself referred to in such a way ”Gross, gross,gross,gross,gross” repeating the mantra at a blistering pace, his eyes seemingly glazed over expression glued into a state of intense horror at the thoughts of what this bastard had planned for him, arms working into a frenzy hacking down the enemies that appeared in front of him. He wouldn’t have it, that pervert there was no way he’d ever have his way with him. The underlings were almost unfortunate to be in his path at this point, a train of thought that seemed to permeate their ranks as moral drained rapidly from face after face, only so many of their comrades able to be carved up in front of them before the idea of going after the monster perpetrating the crimes stopped seeming like a good idea. The assault was relentless, upon each and every one overlayed the face of the butch ladyboy, it was the worst for those of his clan who came near, warded with a yell of ”HELL NO!!” before treated like no more than a pun cushion, perforated with countless holes. His opponent was inconsequential, he’d planned to do the same to all these bastards but the enthusiasm generated by the thought of escaping the devilish shim drew suspicion of latent homophobia. ”Baby, baby, calm down, let the queen soothe your tired bones, you don’t need to go so far. Just lay back and I’ll be sure to suck the stress from each and every cell” blowing a kiss towards him at the sentences end. For a moment he was frozen, terror, confusion and rage all boiling over at once, he didn’t know how to deal with advances like this but he knew he didn’t like them. It had to go away, had to stop saying these things, man and woman should be separate this amalgamation was wrong, for it to be with another human was wrong, for it to be with a man was wrong, for it to be him…wrong, wrong SO WRONG!!! His body wouldn’t move, it couldn’t process what it was witnessing, factoria did not have such expressions of gender, you were male or female, you worked, married, had a family and died. There was no space in the circle of life for behavior such as this, and for the first time in his life izuru realized he simply wasn’t equipped to deal with it. The instant he froze did not go unnoticed by the surrounding goons, a short rotund little man hocking a gelatinous glob towards him that impacted his arm and propelled him backwards, only coming to a halt when the whole package impacted a wall. Looking down, his systems rebooted he tried to pry the limb free only to find it had been adhered strongly and he couldn’t move it, the armada of minions now spacing out a little so their leader could step forwards. ”I warned you kazehara-boya, there was only one fate if you stood against us, I’ll have to make you dissapear” attempting to keep the seductive aura alive while fiddling with the knob on the chunky bracer that adorned one wrist, the screen dropping from 0 to -100 seemingly taking no notice of the words coming his way he looked around for assistance ”Oi oi, somebody call animal control, theres a talking gorilla lose, we’re going to get flee’s if this keeps up””GORRILLA JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!!? a darkened red overtook the mans pallor his voice suddenly emphatically more masculine in tone ”I tried to be nice, but it seems there really is no reasoning with a sour candy like you, I should have just gotten ride of you in the first place. See how you like the appetizer on my Frozen full course” sliding their arms past one another shim produced a malleable tube drawn between them, pale gold in color it seemed to mould in their grasp before forming a perfect whipped up shape upon one hand ”Froyo frenzy” slicing the mound down with chops from it’s hand the beast sent glops of the stuff flying through the air, a couple lingerers that had strayed too close the the fray to play audience were caught in the cross fire, falling to the ground writhing in pain as the rapidly melting goo shifted to a liquid leaving the body parts caught frozen in it’s wake, while the bearers writhed in pain. Izuru meanwhile was able to weave between the projectiles paths for the most part, but not without his arm managing to take a hit it’s stuck state rendering it vulnerable. Immediately he could feel the heat sapped at the point of contact till all that was left was a frozen husk of flesh rendered immobile. Looking down at the limb curiosity flooded his expression, running all the normal mobility tests one did upon being frozen, before using his free hand to scratch his chin with a thoughtful ”Hmmmmm? So this is what being frozen feels like huh? This is what I’ve been doing to people? I can’t tell if it makes me more of an asshole I was doing it so naively or that I’ll continue too knowing, this really is a conundrum, I wonder how this affects my overall karma??” ”Just what the hell are you talking about so casually? Now you understand who you’re dealing with a little better, don’t try to hide your fear it’s natural to want to bow down when faced by a queen, hang your head in apology and I might be kind enough to give you only 5 months dungeon……though who knows you just might want to stay there a lit-tle long-er” that revolting kiss wink combo blown his way once again, swallowing as the bile rose in his throat once more, he returned to the situation at hand ”I’ll admit you’ve got balls” Snickering at his own witty wordplay, an act of mockery that did not go unnoticed by queen who shot a scathing look his way ”Trying to freeze the white serpent himself, that takes guts. But you’re overreaching, this is as far as you go, make peace with this world and prepare to move on, from here it all goes down hill.” ”That’s exactly what pisses me off!!! You god damned devil fruit users thinking you’re so freaking entitled to shit just because you ate a lucky apple, you people are nothing but lottery winner riding strength that isn’t yours to get things you don’t deserve. Do you know how hard it was for a fragile little girl like me to rise up through the ranks of the cooking world until she was acknowledged as one of the best. I put my everything into it, I worked until my fingers were calloused and frozen stiff for my dream of being an empress of the frozen arts. And I’m supposed to just admit a loss because some cocky prick ate a magic plum, I CAN’T FUCKING ACCEPT IT. ”Oi oi, if we’re talking about things you can’t accept, shouldn’t that be a little further down on the list?” visibly cracking up once again ”I don’t know what you're complaining at me for, if things were easy you’d just be another entitled asshole maybe you should be thanking me for crafting you into the man?........woman? you know what fuck it I don’t want credit for any of this anyway.”Like I’d give you shit anyway!!! TO SOMEONE LIKE ME SOMETHING LIKE YOU IS NOTHING SHORT OF DISGUSTING, YOU’RE AN EYE SORE” In an instant the humor drained from izuru his head hanging limp as silhouette swallowed his gaze, ”Im a humble and tolerant man but there are two things I can’t forgive. One is people who try to give me orders, the second are people who don’t understand their place. Now please tell me again, just who the fuck here is the eyesore??!!!?” Murder pulsed from his stare as it locked upon the shim once again, his muscles rippling beneath the thread of his jacket, the frosty coating fractured and chipping as life rejuvenated his limb once more. Tearing it free frosty shards flew free like glass, izuru rotating his shoulder in an attempt to reacquainting himself with it. Fully employing his 10ft height the towering behemoth with his enraged expression gave a truly terrifying visage but the okama was not given long to scar the sight into his mind, the ground cracking as his footing readied the shichibukai shot through the air in order to streak past the butch dress laden figure and carve him to pieces as he did so, the beasts expression frozen in the moment of enlightenment where he reached the realization he simply didn’t have the speed to stop it. And yet when all was at it’s end his body remained in tact, izuru’s motion halted only a foot or two from him blade drawn but not descending while his body stood frozen. Looking down he saw the source, in front of him was crouched the same man he’d seen sitting aloft earlier, choosing now as his moment of appearance. He had dashed between the two opponents and struck the pirate in his abdomen, piercing even the titanium weave he wore as a shirt. He only had a moment to process before the man rose to his full height in a flash, carving a crevice thought the mans torso that tore him in half before finishing the combination with a sweeping slice of the other hand, splitting head from shoulders, a final nod all he gave in acknowledgement. That nod, it was not so simple as an admission of victory but a call, a call for their men to now deploy the weapon they’d been holding in reserve, the seastone chains that would bind the pirate while he was busy being fragmented and put an end to his rampage. They were well read, ready to combat logia and that man had struck him at the ideal moment, a true show of skill. Had the man lady all been an act in order to get him riled for this opportunity? Somehow he doubted it, that gorilla seemed to emotional for this to be an act, more likely he’d not even been told of this and that masked fellow was working on his own simply reading the flow of battle, what a frightening guy. As the chains fell though the air his lopsided mouth managed a grin, eyes rotating around in severed sockets as the skull fell too the ground and shattered into countless pieces. His sword arm twitched into life thrusting further upwards and impeding the falling chains twirling them like spaghetti around his blade. But his masked opponent was not finished throwing one knife through the air it span in rotation carving his hand off at the wrist and leaving both hand and blade to fall to the ground, before slipping into his shambles of a suit and drawing a new weapon, this one looking like a handle with a shell on it. With a simple click it ignitedted, a brilliant blue flame of a blade that struck downward like thunder, cleaving the pirate in twain for the second time before his body now sliced and diced was left to fall backward to the ground, where it fragmented, motionless. [/color] Edited by Singularity, Jan 21 2014, 08:59 AM.
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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 | Jan 26 2014, 04:28 PM Post #43 |
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With most of the white haired man's mooks dead or incapacitated, nothing remained between Ittai and his target. Several plans and other thoughts ran thought the pirate's mind, mainly not to underestimate the old man as he neared his target and prepared his sword to cleave the man in half. Putting a reasonable amount of strength behind the swing, the chef released his sword, the heavy piece of metal traveling rapidly through the air on a collision course with the old man. And so, the doctor was somewhat surprised when his swing was stopped before the sword could reach its designated target. The ex-Marine only had a moment to glance at the impact point and see that his sword was stopped by the tip of the old man's cane. While it appeared that the man was stopping the sword effortlessly, the bilkan noticed that doing so was putting a strain on the old man, indicating that perhaps stamina was not his strong point. "Sonny, you didn't think that you'd cut me down that easily, did ya?" the old man asked, smirking before drawing his cane back and stabbing it forward, intent on making a nice round hole inside of Ittai's chest. Focusing on the old man's movements instead of his words, the pirate saw the attack coming just in time to dodge it, but just barely, with the cane ripping a round hole inside his coat. The chef watched as the old man retracted the cane again and once again tried to stab his opponent. This time, the doctor was a little bit more prepared for the attack and brought his sword about at an angle to block the attack and send it out wide as the cane bounced off of sword, leaving the old man wide open. Taking advantage of that fact, the ex-Marine used the opening to launch at attack at his opponent's chest using only his finger. Unfortunately, it seemed like the old man was prepared for the attack and grabbed the bilkan's finger before it could connect with its target. Suddenly Ittai felt weak, releasing his sword, which fell to the ground with a loud bang, and falling to his knees. The only thought, well the main thought, that ran through his head was: seastone. Having several seastone weapons himself, the pirate was quite familiar with the sense of weakness that came when you interacted with it. However, as much as he had handled seastone and tried to get used to it, he always felt weak. The doctor doubted that he would ever get used to it. But now was not the time to lament that fact. "Now, now Mr. Gehhilfe, we know all about your devil fruit and how to counter it." the old man chuckled and showed his other white glove, slivers of seastone embedded in the fingers. Well, maybe they did know about his devil fruit powers, after all, they were the reason for his epithet, but they did not know everything about him. Gathering whatever strength he had left, the chef prepared his next attack. Taking a deep breath and concentrating his attention on his hair, the ex-Marine commanded the three groups of hair that had the sharp hair clips on the ends to rise up and snake their way carefully around his body to suddeny dart forward and impale the old man in the chest. Unaware that the bilkan could perform such attacks, there was nothing the man could do besides get impaled, two of the clips hitting him in the stomach and one in his heart. "Bet you didn't know I could do that." Ittai quipped as the old man letting his hand go and coughed up blood. Straightening up and pulling his hair back, the pirate did not pay enough attention to his dying opponent when the latter reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of a white powder before throwing it into the chef's face and slumping to the ground. At first there was nothing and then the doctor's lungs were burning, making every breath a pain and sapping away at his stamina. Seeing as how there were more enemies left, the ex-Marine could not afford to feel the pain. Taking another deep breath, the bilkan suppressed the debilitating effects of the powder, though his lungs continued to burn, and after picking up his sword, he turned around just in time to see Izuru fall apart as well as several more mooks, these ones with an oriental theme, closing in on him, intent on finishing what the old man has started. Techs
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| ♠ Shamma | Feb 1 2014, 09:32 AM Post #44 |
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Wide eyed, the green haired girl stared down at the blade embedded firmly in her gut. The velvet gloved hand that had placed it there was still firmly wrapped around the leathery grip of the weapon, seemingly poised to twist the sharp implement at a moment’s notice. Had he been too quick for her? Clover did not recall the moment of impact where the blade had slipped through both the cloth of her outfit and the bare flesh that lay beneath it, yet clearly she could see the silvery steel slowly being bathed in a sickly red liquid. She blinked. Two rows of large yellow teeth. A red lipped smile framed the image, the clown leaning in close. He seemed larger than before, or even distorted. His mouth was large enough to snap her head clean off. In that brief moment she forgot the blade in her torso, instead disgusted by the stench of his breath. And then the jaws of the clown opened and snapped down around her. Yet the darkness passed a second later, the pair of them back in the elevator. Except the metal box was shrinking around them, forcing them both together at an alarming speed. The cyborg tried to push away but felt her back already pressed against the wall, and no matter how she tried to shove the clown, he merely drew closer. He was laughing. A vicious howl that echoed in the tight space as the metal box crushed them to nothing… “No!” Clover gasped as a vision of the hysterical man holding a revolver to her head appeared. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. Her world flashed… and then their positions were reversed, her hand on the trigger with the barrel of the gun resting on the psychopath’s crown. She did not hesitate to tug the trigger. Another flash and then darkness… then the sensation of something firmly gripping her throat. Her eyes fluttered, the clown appearing from a white vapour as he lifted her against the wall with one arm. In the hand of the other, the same thin knife that he had threatened her with… only it was changing in his grip, growing wilder and longer like a machete as he started to cackle. It continued to transform but the man did not wait, swinging the weapon violently at her as she squirmed in his grasp. For all her strength, she could not break free. All she could do was close her eyes and wish it away like all the other visions. The silence was instant. But Clover knew the pattern, to open her eyes would enable more torture. More laughter. If she kept herself in the dark, she would surely be safe? Like a child, the Sniper clung to her incomprehensible belief. Yet something firm was pressed against her cheek, not cold like the metal blade that had been flaying her in the moment before. Something less harmful, less sharp. Like plastic, she realised and hesitantly opened one eye. He was still holding her throat but the world was not warped around him. The space of the elevator was consistent with what she remembered before the… visions. She dared not look directly at the clown, instead her eyes darted to the object pressed against her face. The leathery hilt of the handle, yet she did not feel as if the blade was cutting into her. He must have noticed her confusion as slowly her tormentor pulled back the weapon from her skin, revealing a false plastic blade that slipped back into handle when pressed against something. It clicked in her mind and Clover looked down to confirm. Her body was unharmed, ever strike inflicted by the weapon a falsehood. It had all been a lie. Clover did not understand how. She was relieved but disturbed by the madness. Foolishly she looked at the clown. He was on fire. Grinning and laughing. She was on fire too. The pair of them bathed in heat and flames as they stood on some hellish landscape. Clover knew not to trust the vision, it was as impossible occurrence. But she still panicked, squirmed as the clown tugged her closer by the throat. She was burning but also frozen. A cold sweat on her brow. She screamed. The clown flung her back into the wall of fire around them… Only she struck solid. Metal was all she could think as the world spun awkwardly back to the small space of the elevator. The box fell away as she dropped, slumping to the floor and then inexplicably falling through it. In contrast, the clown defied gravity and remained in the elevator without the floor, waiving her away as she fell into black nothingness. However, in reality the pair of them were rising. The elevator had reactivated, making the final climb to the 99th floor whilst the rest of the combatants duelled on the 69th. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Feb 3 2014, 08:11 AM Post #45 |
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The steady cracking as expanding crystal filled cracks and fractures became one of the few audible sounds in the room, the battered body seeming to sway unsteadily as it rose upon flayed limbs. It was utterly inhuman, a lopsided grin curving an expression that managed to keep it’s line of sight locked upon the knife wielding mad man, despite being severed down the line of symmetry. A low whistle pierced the air, the pirate placing a hand on either side of his split cranium to push both halves together once more, ”That was some pretty scary technique, and that sword, swinging dangerous things like that around, I nearly lost my life. To think there was someone of such caliber here, what a shame to see such talent wasted.” prodding his katana free of it’s sheathe he made a final act of concession for his foe, deciding he really didn’t enjoy seeing such a bright flame extinguished, though this was matched equally by his lust for that sword he wielded, so either way he’d arrive at a win. ”So you wanna come with me snow man? Better than dying in this place, I’ll show you sights you’ve never dared dream of, why don’t you come and try the view from the top” Silence was all he received in response, accompanied by a slight altering of his stance indicating he was readied for an attack to come, it seemed his words were able to have no effect, lamenting with a sigh he accepted the decision and the consequences it wrought ”I understand, I’ll be sure to loosen that tongue a little, while you beg for your life” The faint flicker of warmth that had seeped into his features upon complimenting the mans skill evaporated almost instantly, all that remained was the frosty demeanour he’d so callously greeted every other incomer that day with. Dashing forwards he drew his sword in a flash, cleaving upwards with a slicing strike while the masked male threw his body backwards in a desperate attempt to avoid the man’s new found speed, not even given the chance for a counter. It seemed he’d managed to evade it entirely but as the second passed a ridge became visible down the oversized skull, a seam of separation trailing the mask’s full length before leaving both halves to fall harmlessly to the ground. The face that appeared beneath it was one ravaged by the horrors of war, eye’s riddled with madness rolled about in his head entirely independent of one another, yellowed rotting teeth could be seen in the holes corroded through his lips, every so often a mangled stump of tongue drifting just near enough to the mouths front to be caught visible. Izuru’s expression creased in disgust, it was almost a wonder this man was still moving, a true testament to his own desire for life but it also felt unnatural, like what he was seeing shouldn’t exist, like it was inhuman……….tch what a joke, him condemning others for being less than human, no variant of child was more suited to find a home with him than those believed to be demons by the rest of the world. However he was no kidnapper, this one had chosen his home here which meant there was only one thing for it. ”So how do you like it frost-boy? Jack is the true terrifying face of what this island used to be, back when infighting was rife between us. He went a little too far in trying to kill king, and for his crimes his mouth was sealed with an insanity pepper inside it, leaving him as you see here. We are the men and women who’ve lived through this place at it’s darkest and survived to tell the tail, there’s no way some rookie could hope to shatter these bodies, tempered like fine steel. “ The muscular man lady flexing his bulging muscles as he spoke, as though that testimony would be the deciding factor in the pirate turning tail and running. ”Hmmmm? You’re still here? I thought you’d disappeared already””What the hell do you think you’re doing, don’t go killing people off of your own accord!!” But what he’d seen upon straying his gaze from the mangled mess was near shame inducing, As clover struggled against the clown he’d seen at the arena the pair were disappearing behind the closing doors of an elevator, while Gehliffe was now fending off mooks having dispatched his main opponent with haste. Was he really the last one to take care of his opponents? Those two going on ahead of him without restraint, what sort of captain got himself left behind by his subordinates? ”I guess it’s about time I wrapped this up, I don’t have enough to play with you any more.” The okama seemed infuriated once again by the casual manner in which izuru discarded his opponents, his face flushing a bright malevolent red, but it was not unfounded. ”Left arm” the words falling heavy in the air like the toll of a clock tower, he darted towards his opponent but what came next even the pair of veteran combatant’s couldn’t manage to follow, one moment he’d been in front of the tongue-less madman and the next he was on the opposite side, casting the blood from his blade with a flick of the wrist. A dull thud was what broke the stunned stupor that had fallen across the gathering, eyes dropping to see a severed arm land limply across the ground, the frenzied gazed that rolled about the man’s head falling fully upon his exposed wound, just in time to witness the crimson geyser that spurted forth from it. If insanity had not fueled his movements before, now they did truly. Falling entirely into depravity as he rode the wave of pain towards his desire for the ice man’s death. After tossing the flame blades handle aloft he caught it once again, now in his mouth. Drawing a long kitchen knife from his waistband, it’s edge the keenest he’d seen here this day, wasting no time at all he came directly at the pirate, his movements descending in a hurricane of slashes that whipped even the winds around them into a cutting frenzy, several pained cries erupting around them as comrades were caught within the boundaries of the man’s attack. Clang after clang erupted as each and every strike was met and parried by izuru’s own, dropping sharply to the ground as the blade of brilliant blue struck at his neck line, looking to properly behead him. ”Right arm” he uttered while the shockwave of pure flame traveled onwards overhead. The transition was as seamless as the first, passing by him before the frenzied fool could even gather a response, alerted to his own injury by the sound of his weapon clattering against the floor. His mouth dropped agape and the sound that erupted from it was so full of pain, so intensely permeated by agony in it’s rawest form that even he was stopped momentarily to consider the fact that this wasn’t just some meat puppet, this was a human man he was hacking to pieces, a person with a story just like his own, who had goals and dreams, things he wanted to achieve with a life the pirate was about to end here. Fortunately he rapidly remembered he didn’t give two shits, pouncing upon the poor fool once more ”Left leg, Right leg” Striking out the first before twisting his blade round and slicing the other from beneath him, as the dismembered torso was left to fall into a growing pool of his own blood. ”You should have taken the life line when it was offered” stooping down to pick up the now bladeless handle that had fallen beside him, before straightening up and raising a foot that came down with force enough it turned the mangled head into nothing more than paste against the ground, his gaze never leaving that of the okama as he did so, a sadistic grin twisting his features as he watched the terror of what he’d witnessed seep through ever pore of the muscular man’s being. ”Awww hell no, I didn’t sign up fo dis shit; Imma take my black ass home” Tyrones voice dropping all semblance of feminism as he decided this really wasn’t what he wanted out of life. Turning tail the pirate was upon him before he could even head in the doors direction, striking the man through the back of the throat, his hand seeming to pass through his neck as he did so. Thud, Thud, thud, crash. 3 steps all he managed to make before collapsing onto the ground clutching at his throat, his chest heaved in an attempt to rise and fall as it usually did but to no avail, a ring of pale blue around his throat the only clue as to what ailed him. Grunting and retching he did all he could to dislodge the blockage but seemed to be gaining no ground, until with a look of locked resolve he drew back a meaty fist and slammed it into his own neck, spewing a mix of translucent shards and viscous arterial blood gasping gratefully at the gas now allowed passage once more to his lungs. ”I getit homie, you aint on letting me leave, that’s cool, I’d cap a nigga’s ass too if they done this shit too” the words somewhat surreal being that they came from a pale blonde crammed into a cocktail dress ”That’s fine son, I’ll stop yo ass here, it’s about time we decided the real master of all things frozen anyway.” Facing one another izuru held his katana at the ready while Tyrone through a series of lithe and musical movements whipped up the heat stealing concoction that came from his bracer into and oversized ice cream before drawing back an arm and charging for the pirate ”Glacial Gastronomy: King Whippy” Izuru didn’t hesitate and did not falter, in fact in spite of the attacks size he did not even give one step in ground, instead focusing solely upon the sword he held in hand. ”Serpent Style Swordplay: Dance of the ceaseless taipan” Rending the very air itself the strike came down, cleaving through the puffed up projectile and into the mans torso itself where it tore open a wound, throwing him back in the process. But it did not end there, his eyes widening as he felt his torso cut anew, first once, then again, and again and again forced further and further with each consecutive cut till with a thud he slammed against the wall, cracks and fractures forming and deepening with each new consecutive laceration until with a thunderous crash the wall gave way beneath him and he was sent flying, mangled body left to fall to it’s death. A steady exhale to center himself once more before sheathing the blade, somewhat satisfied with the spoils he’d acquired in that last skirmish. There was a light peppering of subordinates left in the room, but with nearly everyone of note gone or dead they had none to lead them and the sensation of helplessness that came with that was in the midst of fully settling upon them. The was still one pillar left in the community, mistress panda with ling ling at her side, but that was the problem with a coalition these were not her subordinates and were far from obligated to follow her let alone place their trust in her. ”Oi gehliffe, you made a real nice mess of the old man, but don’t you think it still feels a little cramped in here? We’d be pretty piss poor exterminators if we left such a large rat infestation untouched. Though we can’t spend much time here, that girl is only good for getting herself in trouble if left alone.” With the option of running and dying or fighting and dying before them the crowd was torn but as violence ensued it was simply anarchy that descended, some attempted to run for the elevator though none made it that far, while others drew arms and came at the pair in the hopes of being the anomaly that managed to exceed expectations and rend the biggest of achievements in this battle, but they too were met only with execution. Once yet another floor had been repainted in the blood of it’s inhabitants the duo were ready to leave, to follow in clovers wake in the hopes that she hadn’t fucked things up too royally while they were gone. techs Edited by Singularity, Feb 9 2014, 03:22 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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