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Hell's Kitchen
Topic Started: Oct 15 2013, 07:17 AM (2,318 Views)
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Ittai grimaced underneath his bandages as he swung his sword to cleave the nearest oriental mooks in half. While pain was no stranger to the pirate, it has been a while since the lungs themselves felt like they were on fire. It was not a pleasant sensation. It seemed that the oriental themed mob boss was intent on using her mooks to wear down the chef before finishing him off herself. Unfortunately, it was not going to happen that way. Getting really tired of wasting his time and strength on weaklings, the doctor leapt into the air and right before he began his descent, he pushed off the air, propelling himself forward and upward in a parabolic arc. One more jump during the descent propelled him towards his target, the oriental themed mod boss. Raising his sword up high, the ex-Marine allowed himself to drop like a stone onto the target, the additional height adding further force behind the blow, and aiming to cleave the female target in half. Unfortunately, her two bodyguards had other ideas.

The two bodyguards acting as one, both raised their hands and managed to catch the descending blade before it could reach its target, but just barely. While he could not see it, the bilkan's heightened senses could detect the bodyguards' bleeding hands as they struggled to keep the blade from descending onto their boss. Thinking quickly, Ittai raised his leg and snapped it towards the duo, sending a shockwave at their chest. Barely managing to stop the sword from cutting further down, the bodyguards were unable to stop or dodge the shockwave, which cut deeply into their chest, petering out before it could sever their spines. But the damage done was enough for them to lose the battle with the sword, the hunk of metal cutting through their hands and sending pieces of them flying everywhere as the sword contacted with the floor with a bang.

As soon as the sword cleaved through her guards, the boss dashed towards the pirate, two long and curved knives in her hands. Unable to react in time, the chef winced as the blades cut into his body. However, it seemed like the oriental boss did not manage to cut deep into his body. Whether that was because of his defense or on purpose, the ex-Marine had no idea. But in the end, it did not matter. He still had to stop her and it appear that she was just fast enough to be outside his range. But there was a solution for everything. Grunting as the female delivered another set of shallow cuts, the bilkan activated his devil fruit powers, his body changing into that of a human/dog hybrid with his snout elongating and growing sharp teeth. The changed form did nothing to deter his opponent, although he heard a few gasps from the surrounding mooks before they turned into gurgles.

As the female dashed in for another attack, Ittai was ready for her. In his hybrid form, the pirate got enough of a speed boost to equal and just high enough to get the advantage. It seemed that she was unaware of that fact, if her surprise when he grabbed one of her blades with one hand and allowing the other to cut into his body. It was a small price to pay to gain the advantage. Using the brief time of surprise on the boss's part, the chef used his free hand to plunge all five dagger like claws into her heart and chest. Almost immediately, the doctor could feel her life force draining away and her body falling limp. Releasing her body, the ex-Marine allowed the body to fall to the ground as he reverted back to his human form and picked up his sword. Turning around, the bilkan surveyed the rest of the floor, seeing that Izuru was back now and had decimated the remaining mooks. The man also noticed that the bounty hunter was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging his shoulders, the pirate followed the Shichibukai to their next area.

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Her fall ended with the chime of a bell.

Clover shuddered as she was forcibly pulled from the weightless plummet into the dark abyss, her bleak surroundings replaced with the familiar setting of the elevator. Her back was still pressed against the metal side of the space, though she had slumped down to the floor during her crazed visions. It was an uncomfortable position made even worse by the presence of the clown, the madman squatting down by her side.

He prodded her with the tip of a brush.

The Marksman was still seeing the world in a distorted way. The space beyond the open door flickered and warped, occasionally the brush pressed on her cheek would sharpen into that of a blade, the red paint at its tip replaced with her oozing blood. Momentarily the female dreaded that the psychopath had stolen away her paints and used the red tinted chemical on her… only to remember that she had lost most of her kit back at the swamp after her scrap with Izuru. This was something ordinary or… her face felt wet.

“What are…” Clover murmured, slow to realise what the clown had been up to during her slumber. As if her question had been anticipated, the man with the wild smile whipped out an ornate hand mirror from his sleeve. Her gaze narrowed on the reflection, the Sniper slanted her lips and furrowed her brow. The wet brush was explained, her face blemished by poorly painted clown make up, probably meant to mimic the psychopath’s own down to the red nose. He had at least spruced it up with a set of red diamonds on both cheeks, not that Clover was ever going to appreciate the face paint.

Yet the moment her lips and tongue moved to condemn the shoddy workmanship, the clown twisted the mirror in his grasp and smacked her across the face with it.

Clover rolled with the blow and slid down to her side against the floor, her cheek burning from the fresh strike. She was able to contain her yelp, the Marksman recovering some of the stubbornness that had been absent during her hallucinations. She dearly hoped that the Shichibukai had not heard her scream from earlier. It would be something more for him to torment her with. The thought of the sneering iceman granted the Sniper a small burst of adrenaline, though when she tried to make constructive use of the surge of energy, something grabbed her by the hair and dragged her from the elevator floor.

“Come on, come on. Only a matter of time before lover boy comes crawling up the stairs to save his bride to be… though whether it’s you or the bear, I’m not quite sure! Whooohooohoooheee…!”

The carpet on this floor was softer, more vibrant in texture to the Sniper’s eyes. She had little else to look at, being dragged along the room with her head down. The clown continued in this fashion until a low snarl crept across the chamber, their progress coming to a swift halt. He yanked her head up to allow her a better view.

It was a luxury space, Clover could tell that much despite the dim lighting. A luxury reception room fit to entertain most guests. However, most of the furniture had been cleared to the sides to create a wide open space in the centre. The Sniper did not linger on this detail though, instead her eyes were drawn to the darkest corner of the room. A large creature lingered in the corner, bearing rows of yellowy-white fangs at the intruders. The Shichibukai’s pet lunged towards them… only to be tugged back by the heavy chains wrapped around its limbs. Frustrated, the creature let out a loud roar.

“What a voice! Baby, you and me could take broadway with that smile! Hooohoooheee!”

The roar dropped to a growl as the clown cackled.

“Now girly, the original plan was to keep the government mutt’s pet chained up on the floor above and ready to execute. But… there’s been a change in leadership. The old plan was boring. The big guy up top threatens the safety of some island and the government cuts him some deals with your heartthrob as the go between or the bear gets it. But my plan… in my plan, everyone tears each other to pieces!”

He started to pull her by the hair again, Clover winced and struggled to follow. Her body felt so tired and sloppy, the crawl she was forced to adopt demeaning. Just a single moment of clarity and she could place a bolt through the clown’s skull and be rid of him but some invisible force was keeping her down. Fortunately he was not taking her over to the bear as she had feared for a second, they were heading for a different set of doors.

“That bear is being pumped up with my own special hallucinogen as we speak… a stronger strand than the stuff you’re on. A wild animal like that will be reduced to basic instincts and the basic instincts of any afraid animal are quite terrifying… the instant the mutt shows up, the chains pop off the bear and then it’s a bloody conflict between man and man’s best friend! He either puts down his beloved pet or gets mauled to death by it! Hooohooohooo!”

The psycho clutched at the back of her uniform and then lunged her forward. Clover was confused until she struck the wooden set of doors, realising she had just become an unwilling battering ram. She rolled across the floor on the other side until she struck the first step of the staircase. The Sniper grinded her teeth again to keep the scream on hold, clutching at the sore shoulder that had struck the obstacle first.

“Me? I’m an optimist. He kills the bear and driven mad with revenge, comes storming upstairs to kill me! That’s where you come in, girly. See a fight with an animal that size is going to take some toll on the guy. And then he’s got you, the femme-fatale on the next level, all drugged up and wild on the same stuff. And when he’s done you in too, he'll be a broken man. He'll be crazy... like me. That's when I blow up the whole damn building! HoooheeehaaaAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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Condemnation, it emanated from a glare so frigid it felt as though all memory of life’s warmth evaporated whence it fell upon you. They knew, no longer was this a fight, it was a massacre and all they could do was watch as death drew closer to their doorstep, counting the seconds till it was they who became his prey. This was no battle, in a battle there were two opposing sides, instead it had deteriorated into a simple extermination, by a man who felt no more emotional performing it than a butcher as he carved his produce for sale.

Ittai was taking care of the last bastion of leadership that remained on the floor, a young oriental woman whose sleek onyx locks barely swayed in the breeze as her body danced gracefully through the air, cleaving at the pirate with the large blades in hand. He didn’t seem to be struggling, it was not a fight he took to with ease but not for a second did Izuru doubt he would win it. And while he did the ice man continued to clean up the last of the roaches scattered among the tower floor. His sword flashed through the air, finding it unnecessary even to chase his prey any longer he skewered them one after the other his katana extending and contracting, before they were even able to process it was upon them. Howls filled the emptying expanse, comrades fell beside one another and men clawed till their fingers were bloody in the hopes the elevator would return to them, but it did them no good.

This was a plane void of hope, a room where the mind knew only despair, where terror froze thought and caused muscles to seize, a true hell.

The towering figure flicked the blood from his blade one last time, and looked upon the carnage that surrounded him, a smile of superiority dancing at the corners of his mouth reminiscent of a child who played god among insects. Catching sight of sinne he noted the cuts upon the mans figure, the young woman putting up a better fight than he’d expected her too, a moment of doubt even flickering through the warlord’s thoughts as he saw both blades carved a cross into the young mans chest, though what followed was enough to vanquish all semblance of such notion. His body warped and contorted, grew in both size and bulk, while fur like rippling shadow burst from his flesh. Mouth turned to muzzle, nail to claw as the transition between man and beast took place.

What he saw at it’s end was enough to bring a smile renewed, this time not one of dominion but of true zeal. That man had been hiding his abilities, and some undeniably ferocious abilities they were too. Almost immediately the skirmish fell entirely out of the young woman’s favor, a single strike all it to still her beating heart, naught but a lifeless husk falling to the ground.

”My my, you’re quite the dark horse, to think you had something like that in reserve, that bounty of yours isn’t for show it seems.” they’d been fighting most the day, in fact he could barely remember the last time his eyes had not found something before them that needed cleaving, but not once had sinne shown this card. It was promising, that he could be so capable even without it’s use, someone overly reliant on those unnatural abilities was likely to find it their undoing. That was a lesson he’d learnt the hard way and one it seemed this man wouldn’t have to suffer through.

Now finished with their task the pair were headed for the stairs, the monotonously repetitive “Ding” coming from the elevator enough to tell it was still in transit, the flat chested thorn in his side once again finding some new way to cause him grief. At this point he simply had to accept it as natural talent, there was no way such commitment to irksomeness could ever be premeditated.

The floors were numerous but were not long in their passing and before he knew it towering oak doors rose up before them, their ornate trimmings of precious metals signifying it as the most executive of suits. Their entrance was announced with the solid slam of sole against wood, panels parting in recognition of their arrival as the sound of countless cocking guns marked the moment every man in that room took aim upon the pair, those without fire arms holding blades at the ready.

An office was what they were confronted with, but one of the type known only to those at the head of businesses whose revenue brought in more digits than most would have hot dinners. Lined with extravagant paintings and stuffed trophies it was clearly set up for a dominant personality but did little to intimidate nearly as well as it would the employee’s.

”So juu mayd eet dis far ey? I godda admit, I didn expec tit of ju. Bud dis ez de end of de line, ju think I survive dis long by been vulnrabul? These are my bes, de royal guard if ju wil, ju just walk’d into yor tom-“ his words were sealed as all that left his mouth following was a choked gasping noise. They’d not caught it, not a single officer in the room had been able to react in time but now a blade that illuminated sea green as it caught the light bridged the gap between izuru and his target, impaling his voicebox and piercing his thrones rear. ”Take care of them would you” his eye’s never leaving the seated man, fully in the knowledge none here would draw breath much longer. Mind caught up with body and as fingers clutched upon triggers, a hail of bullets rained down upon them. Izuru’s expression disted momentarily as one of the projectiles glanced past his cheek, a streak of red tracing it’s path as he came to the realisation a scattering of sea stone rounds were intermingled with the munitions, but doing nothing to halt him as he began to pace across the room, his blade contracting to it’s original length and rushing ahead of him, still embedded in the rasping figures throat.

As the bandaged male tore into their ranks the target under fire shifted solely to ittai, the ice man closing steadily on his target. ”Shhhh-sh-sh-sh, you need not say anything, you’ve wasted enough words coming this far. At least die as you should have lived, a little more aware of your own insignificance” the look he gave was that of some mess scraped from your shoe, sheer disgust for the creature in front of him. These were the types he hated the most, those who relied on the strength of others and thought it their own, who acted as though entitled but could do so little on their own two feet. To think this sort of person, this cretin had been able to cause him so many problems, it revolted him. He seemed almost ethereal as he crossed the distance between them, shimmering amid the rayne of fire unable to be impeded by it while the man before him could only watch in terror while his throat filled with blood. All too soon he was upon him, all 10 ft towering above while glaring down in repulsion, choked splutters all he could manage as bodily fluids gurgled within his neck. ”curse the day you ever heard my name and lament you mistakes..” a hand rose, it’s pallid palor shifting from cream to gleaming black before in a blur of movement it stuck his chest.

Dokkun…..Dokkun…..Dokkun……Dokkun. Eyes wide with frenzied confusion he looked upon the object held within the pirates hand as his jaw fell slack, dripping beads of the deepest crimson falling upon the faded leather of the desk as it’s beats grew weaker within the pirate's grasp, before in a single fluid motion he stuffed the muscle into the mans agape mouth. ”From hell” CRASH!! Slamming a solid boot into the kings chest he sent him throne and all smashing through the plate glass that lined the wall behind him falling through the air.

As he fell time seemed almost to freeze for the leader of Iron knife’s underworld, he saw the journey that had brought him to this point. King, born Esteban Vihaio had never been a particularly strong man, but what he’d lacked physically he made up for with cunning and charisma. Natural charm along with a gift for understanding what people wanted most had allowed him to manipulate situations such that he never had to get his hands dirty directly to come out on top. Over time he had risen through the ranks until taking over his family’s cartel but even then it had not been enough, expanding his territory until eventually he controlled the lions share of the islands turf. Did he regret simply taking advantage of the power of others? Perhaps. At the time he’d thought it simply playing to his own strengths but in hindsight perhaps that had just been an excuse for his own laziness. If he could do it all again would he had taken the same path? Or instead looked for love, for a partner, for a famSPLAT!! The last thing to ever go through his head? His ass.

Giving a sigh of both disdain and satisfaction izuru was able to finally take a moment to breathe, the task he’d set out to accomplish finally taken care of, and with that his business on the island…..but wait….it felt as though was forgetting something. FUCK, YOGI!! He’d completely forgotten to find out where the fuck that damned bear was and from the looks of things it was nowhere in here. Looking around, once again he was surrounded by nothing but corpses, with no clue as to where it was his partner had gotten too.

”Do you really have time to be taking it so easy?” His gaze shot upwards to the source of the voice, a green haired suited male who was hanging crouched, suspended from the ceiling embedded within it up to his ankles. ”I’m no vet but I don’t think that bear of yours is going to last much longer with all the drugs they’ve pumped into him, if you didn’t save him wouldn’t this all be pointless……almost as though King bested you in the end” Izuru was a smart enough man to know when he was being baited, but that didn’t stop his lips curving into a snarl as he heard the words, this cheeky little shit bag just begging to be dismantled ”And I wonder, just how long will that young lady of yours last, she really didn’t seem to be doing too well the last time I checked, you might just be leaving here two men down, that really wouldn’t look so good on the resume of the newly appointed shichibukai now would it mr warlord?”

His body jerked reflexively, about to charge and tear this shit eating bastard down to earth before caving his smug face in, that was until he heard the pained roars of his companion travel up through from the floor below. ”I’ll be back to close that cocky mouth of yours, so don’t go running away” his last words before shifting his hand once again to it’s darkest shad and hammering his fist into the ground.

Fractures radiated from the point of impact,, the ground crying out in stressed groans before with an almighty CRASH, the whole thing gave way and izuru was left stood amid a cloud of dust and debris, waving it from his face as he coughed up a lung. The sight he saw upon clearing the haze did nothing to heal his already soured mood, Yogi was in the corner his eyes white with rage as he struggled against the chains that bound him, and in the doorway lying upon the ground with the red haired maniac he’d seen earlier standing above her, was ”WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON YOUR FACE???” bursting into a torrent of ridiculing laughter, near doubled over as he caught sight of the girl cast on her back, with her face transformed by the clowns own colors, it was times like this he regretted cheaping out and not buying a photo den den mushi because this was the sort of shit that needed to be immortalized forever. ”Wh-wh-wh-what the fuck has he done to you?” struggling for breath, the cascade of laughter renewed once more ”Clover ‘clown car’ Sotto, bounty hunting family fun for all the ages” this was too much, he hadn’t really known what to expect here but this surpassed even the most remote preconceptions he may have held ”Face full of make up, already on your back, what was your plan? Seduce your way to victory?....I s'pose given your skills that was about your best bet” Beginning to tear up as his body threatened to fall into hyperventilation.

Ragged breaths began to steady, composing himself once more as he looked upon the girls pitiful predicament. ”But really ain’t this a little too pathetic? Someone who ends up looking like this is planning to take my head? I’m starting to think I should have left you pinned to that damned tree back on plantenal. Tch, if that’s all your resolve amounts too then just lie there and let him do as he pleases, you’d probably be worth more as a wench anyway.

Any further condemnation of the young woman was halted in it’s tracks, halted by the sound of snapping metal and a thunderous feral roar that shook the buildings very foundations. With a single quaking stomp Yogi had shot across the room, turning only in time enough to see a muscular shoulder eclipse his vision, slamming into his former partner and tossing the pirate like a rag doll, crashing through pillar after pillar before finally coming to a clamoring SMASH! as he slammed into the rooms rear wall shattering the stone, a dust cloud exploding into existence around him.
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Edited by Singularity, Feb 10 2014, 09:35 AM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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Ittai paused a bit before the staircase and took a quick glance up the numerous flights that seemed to stretch to infinity while in reality being only about 40 floors from his current position to his destination at the very top at the tower. Given the painful nature of the burning sensation in his lungs combined with the encroaching exhaustion from the fights, the pirate did not particularly care much for the feeling that he would have at the top of the stairs. With a silent sigh, the chef followed the Shichibukai up the stairs, trying to stay at a steady enough pace so as to not to cause any more pain to himself than was necessary. Several long and pain filled minutes later, the duo finally reached the penthouse level. As Izuru prepared to kick down the oaken door, the doctor took the moment to catch his breath, his lungs on fire from both the effects of the powder and the very rapid ascent up the stairs. While he kept the debilitating effects of the poisonous powder at bay with his power, it did nothing to stop the very painful process of breathing in and out.

As the Shichibukai made their entrance by blowing the door off its hinges, the duo was once again greeted by several more mooks wielding rifles and swords with what appeared to be their leader, if the horrible accent was anything to go by, sitting on a throne behind them all. Izuru did not waste any time impaling said leader in the throat as the mooks opened fire. Dodging pass a few bullets, the ex-Marine did managed to get tagged by a couple of them, the bullets drawing thin lines of blood as they streaked across his body. Judging by the momentary weakness he felt when the bullets were briefly in contact with his skin, the bilkan pretty much figured that they were made out of or at least coated in seastone, making dodging the bullets an even greater priority than before. As such, given the nature of the bullets, it was paramount to end this fight quicker than usual.

Drawing his sword, Ittai leveled it horizontally before dashing into the center of the group, appearing to disappear into thin air to all but the most accurate before reappearing in the center of the group a moment later, grasping his sword firmly before pivoting on the spot and allowing the huge chunk of sharpened metal to easily slice through the ranks of the surprised gunmen. While their initial decision to group together to deliver a wall of bullets at the two pirates was a fairly good decision in context, it proved to be their undoing. With every gunman in the six foot radius circle either dead or dying, there were only a few swordsmen left on the outskirts and even they were trembling at the thought of going up against the demon pirate. Unfortunately for them, even if they did surrender, the chef would show them no mercy. Focusing on his hair, the doctor commanded it to rapidly extend towards the remaining swordsmen, the three metal hairclips weaving between them and jabbing them in the vital areas such as the eyes, to the brain, and the heart. A few moments later and no mook was left alive.

Wiping off the hairclips, the ex-Marine watched as the Shichibukai kicked the leader out of the window before striking up a conversation with a man in the ceiling. A moment later Izuru was crashing through the floor with the bilkan following closely. As soon as the floating debris field cleared, Ittai came face to face with what appeared to be an enraged bear in chains and the bounty hunter in clown make up. The pirate kept a straight face as the Shichikukai could not contain his mirth as seeing Clover degraded even further. It wasn't that the chef did or did not find the bounty hunter in clown make up funny, it simply did not matter much to him. Sure she looked like a low quality whore with a weird fetish, but there was nothing funny about it, just sad. Of course other people had different ideas of what was funny but the doctor did not judge. Either way, the sound of breaking chains stopped the laughing as the enraged bear sent his owner flying across the room. Gripping his sword, the ex-Marine prepared to fight the animal and to kill him if need be.

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“Hooohooohooo! Like clockwork!”

Clover was only vividly aware of the events transpiring in the other room, hearing some jibes and then the roar and crash of the beast as it was unchained. She was unable to visually appreciate Izuru getting bear slapped, on account of the slight concussion inflicted on her when acting as a battering ram. Only the immediate vicinity of the Sniper held any semblance of shape, the female grasping at the steps beside her in an effort to stand back up though to little avail. The cyborg’s upper body was shaking and something was disturbing her connection to her cybernetics, the green haired girl only able to fumble around and then topple onto her back once more.

“See you in a few, boys! I expect a nice big bear rug! Hoooheeeeeeeheeeeee!” The clown announced from somewhere, his voice followed by a slam that she presumed belonged to the set of doors behind them. He turned as soon as they were shut, Clover hearing the echo of his footsteps as he walked back over to her.

“Well, what’s the matter dear? Had one too many? Or maybe not enough? Heeeheeehooo! That stuff you’re on is a real doozy. A small amount and body freezes up too scared to move! But once you have a nice big dose, oh boy! You’ll be a feral little animal… now, up you get.”

With a heave, the Sniper was pulled back onto her stumbling legs. She did not stay upright long, practically tripping on the very first step of the stairway. The psycho was a driven individual though, he just cackled and kept dragged her up onto the next step and then the other… every time she failed to keep pace, he allowed her to drop just enough to clatter into a step or the railings. After the first few tumbles, Clover’s numb body had enough motivation to not falter so dramatically.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” The clown asked once they reached the top… and then promptly threw her forward onto the floor. Clover was not so surprised by the brutality of her tormentor, she even prepared for the impact by tensing her body and clenching her teeth. With the staircase conquered, the psychopath did not require her further assistance so he proceeded by grabbing her hair and pulling her along again.

By this point her vision could not be trusted. Delirious and helpless, Clover could only marvel at the lights that flew across the bright and blurry room, noting only more fancy carpet as she was dragged across it. At some point they reached a chair that she was swiftly propped up onto, her scalp able to rest in a moment of relief. The last tug had pulled several strands of her emerald hair away.

The reprieve was short lived; a mask quickly jammed over her face.

“You know, I never understood why you girls take so long to get ready for a date. It could be really problematic if the guy turns up early. But luckily we’ve already done your make up, and boy by the way he was acting down stairs, I’d say he liked it! But this attitude of yours has got to improve. How are you going to bag a guy’s heart if you’re not willing to tear it beating from his chest?! HoooohooohaaaaaahahAHAHAHA!”

The Sniper heard the gas flow, felt the soft rush of air against her face. It was being fed by a red pipe connected to the bottom of the mask but where the line lead she could not see. Clover lacked the coherency to hold her breath and by the time the thought popped into her mind, she had already inhaled plenty of the airborne toxin. She started to shudder and shake as the hallucinogen overwhelmed her body.

The observing psycho continued to cackle away.
Edited by Shamma, Feb 16 2014, 10:46 AM.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

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The world went dark for an instant, the impact crashing into him and his body’s gleaming black coating the only thing that stood between it and utter destruction, he’d hit him, that bastard had really fucking hit him. JUST WHAT THE FUCK DID HE THINK HE WAS DOING?!?!? Stumbling a little as concussion set in he was alerted to the grim reality that haki had only come to his aid after his body had been used to powderise those pillars, his neck still stiff and aches and pains riddling his torso and lower extremities. As dust and debris hung in the air around him he clambered from the impact site, fragments of stone falling around his feet, had he always been that strong? Or had izuru just spent all this time underestimating him, always viewing him as a pet rather than an asset, it was a duty of the king to be aware of all times of the state of his vassals and it seemed izuru had failed.

These bastards had captured his friend, drugged him into fighting for their own nefarious deeds and now mocked him as the two were forced to fight one another, and what had he been able to do to stop it? Nothing. Sure he’d cleaned up the mess afterwards but if he was to be truly strong things like this shouldn’t be able even to happen under his watch. ”Oi dumbass who the fuck is it you think you’re hitting? This is how you’re going to repay that life debt to me? By getting yourself kidnapped and causing a fucking scene?! DON’T BE SO FUCKING USELESS!” Charging forwards as the beast’s massive bulk pulverized all objects in it’s way, swinging it’s lanky arms out in swipes while the pirate was forced to bob and weave amidst them, sent crashing backwards once again as an overhead swipe was followed by a drop kick, his frozen chest fracturing from the blow.

It was easy enough to get angry and blame his bear but whose fault was this really? After all even if this was all part of the enemies scheme, there was more to that blow than simply the urges of a drug addled psyche, it was a kick that looked to prove it’s worth, a kick that sought recognition. After growing so much he’d forgotten what it was like to rely on those around him, forgotten what it was like to work as a team and not one single entity. He’d sidelined yogi in all their past conflicts, left him simply watching the ship or to spend time babysitting the crewmen, for a beast who’d been at his side through thick and thin, fought all his battle with him that was clearly not enough, and why should it be? This was yogi showing he was worth more than just a bench position, he belonged on the front lines once more.

”alright I get it I get it’ knuckles cracking as he picked himself up from the pile of rubble, spitting chunks of stone and blood to the ground as he did so, that first surprise strike having caught him off guard. ”You wanna fight like men? Lets do it, I won’t hold back at all, I’ll be sure to educate you well in the punishment for falling for the enemies tricks….Sinne im going in, I’ll hold him off but it’ll need you to strike at him while I do so, lets put this feral bastard down quick.”

It hadn’t gone unnoticed to him that sinne was injured, the last round of fighting had taken it’s toll and the further they drew this out the worse things were going to get, but yogi wasn’t an easy opponent to stop, at times his strength even outclassed izuru’s and the only way to stop him alone would be through friezing and that brought along with it it’s own dangers, no taking him down through a battle of attrition would be best if possible.

The ferocity with which yogi replied to the challenge was a roar that would have shaken the hearts of evening the most sturdy of men, hot wind tainted with the stench of rotting meat laden with flecks of spittle gushed past him as his hand drifted down to the blade at his side once more. That damnable bear really wasn’t in the mood to fuck around. Once again it kicked from the floor and cannonballed through the air, arm drawn at the ready, met by izuru’s blade as it pierce through the air. Sparks flew and showered down around the two, yogi’s arms smashing down in a rain of blows while izuru’s sword rose to met each and every one legs locked firmly in place refusing to give an inch even as his arms began to numb. Swinging a paw streaking downward the air itself was rend by the blow, a quartet of shockwaves shooting towards the pirate his body unable to brace for the blow, shoes scraping up the concrete as he tried to halt his momentum.

Whatever they had fed yogi had boosted his strength substantially that was more than clear, the bear leaping a short distance from the ground and tucking his limbs into a ball as his body morphed from bear to devil fruit induced hybrid, scales and spikes littering his body. The balls of pure destruction barreled towards the pirates still unable to stop himself being pushed back, crashing into his makeshift defense and smashing through it, izuru steamrollered and embedded into the ground beneath as the beast tumbled over him. Skidding to a halt as he uncurled body claws swiped through the air sending wave after wave of the shearing shockwaves flying towards his master who was only just managing to clamber to his feet once more, only too see the barrage flying his way. He wasn’t going to use his frosty powers, this wasn’t that sort of fight, if he had to bitch out like that then he might as well have already lost while disrespecting yogi in the process, he held the monster in too high a regard for that, after all who had been with him longer than he?

”Like I’d make it that easy you giagantic bastard!!” placing both hands upon his blade before cleaving through the air sending a wide shockwave crashing into the volley headed his way and tearing through them though only left with enough power to be shattered with a flick of the wrist from the ursine. ”Of course that’s right” streaking a hand through his hair to replace order upon it once more ”It was just like this when we met wasn’t it, it wouldn’t be any fun if you didn’t push me at least this far, alright you brain dead shitbag, lets see just how much you’ve grown!!” a wide grin splitting his face as he readied himself to strike for the second time. His hand that held the blade within it seemed to shimmer, a low humming emanating from the blade like birdcall. He wasted no time, darting towards his oldest friend, clashing against him with the blade, his strikes a maddened frenzy as he sliced and slashed the beast’s armored hide able to repel each attack, still finding the ability to counter amidst it.

Neither one was holding back in the slightest yet even as it continued, even as blood flecked from his flesh while wound after wound opened upon his body, even as his strikes were met with blows that felt as though they shook him to his very core, even as he lunged in attack strike at the most vulnerable of spots never did the smile leave his face. Because at the base of it this was who they were, what had bonded them in the first place, feral beast’s far more at home going all out in a brawl than they were in civilized society.

Two hands clasped one another, raised high above in preparation for a hammer strike that threatened to flatten izuru, this was his opperunity, he saw it. Twisting the blade round in his hand he held it at his side unflinching as the world shattering blow fell upon him, muttering only a short string of words as it came. ”Serpent style swordplay: Rattlesnakes melody” his eyes flashing toward his target as the blade parried the blow in mid air, shock and confusion running rampant across yogi’s expression as he tried to process what was happening, this was the best opening he could hope to provide for sinne.

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Ittai barely managed to leap out of the way of the devastating claws that were attached to the irrationally angry bear. It seems that while he was in captivity, the mafia have injected the animal with some sort of rage inducing chemical that either told the bear Izuru was not his owner or just made him not care about that fact anymore. Either way, the pirate did not care much as to why the bear was acting this way. What he did care about was that fact that the Shichibukai appeared to forgo using his ice powers on his pet. The chef could not grasp why Izuru was not doing everything within his power to end this as quickly as possible. After all, they came here to get the animal and now that they were here, they were taking their sweet old time doing so. Hell, with a simple wave of his hand the Shichibukai could very well simply freeze the animal so that it would calm down and then thaw it back out when they were done cleaning up the remainder of the food mafia forces. But, it was not the doctor's place to lecture Izuru on the inefficiency of his fighting. As such, the ex-Marine could only mutter curses under his breath as the Shichibukai ordered him to attack Yogi while he held him back.

The bilkan took a few minutes as he accessed the situation and stalked his target. Since Izuru clearly did not want his pet dead, Ittai would have to be extra careful with his attacks and since most of his attacks focused on killing the opponent relatively fast, he would need a bit of time to come up with a way of incapacitating instead of outright killing Yogi. Unfortunately, the bear decided to complicate things, turning into some weird hybrid, indicating that the Shichibukai's pet was in fact a devil fruit user, which incidentally opened up a few more options for the incapacitation. Sheathing his sword, the chef waited until Yogi was distracted before dashing towards him. Concentrating on a single group of hair strands in particular, the doctor directed the seastone tipped hairclip towards one unshielded area of the bear's body, plunging the seastone into the flesh. The ex-Marine was not sure if such a small amount of seastone would have much of an effect on someone as large as Yogi but he did not waste time, placing his hands into position and blasting Izuru's pet's side with a debilitating shockwave before moving out of range while still keeping the hair clip inside the animal.

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There was an odd calmness at the very centre of Clover’s thoughts. Despite the panic and struggle on the exterior, the depths of her mind had found an uneasy peace and with it an opportunity to reflect.

Naturally following the Shichibukai anywhere was asking for trouble. Her first mistake was not following her better intentions and attempted to escape the ice moron whilst the island was gripped by chaos. The time in which it had taken them to assault and climb the tower would have been ample for her to procure a ship of her own to sail away on. Who would have been around to stop her? The original owner would likely have been savaging someone as a mindless eater. Any witnesses would be too frightened by the roaming swarms to pay attention to the crime. And the Marines had dedicated all their forces to cleaning up the mess. By the time the dust had settled, she would be a considerable distance in any direction with Izuru far too incompetent to track her down.

Her other mistakes had not been as decisive. Sticking out of the direct line of fire had allowed her to conserve some strength and wait for an opportunity to surprise the Shichibukai. But when the chance had appeared, the Sniper had either been too slow to seize it or decided to wait for a better option. A lack of decisiveness. In the end, the last error had been not detecting the chemical before it had invaded her system. Clover realised now that it had been a practically undetectable gas but the fact that the Clown had managed to sneak over and administer it still irritated her.

It even made her furious.

He was still there. Watching. The cackling clown that laced his laughter with crude remarks and damning insults. She preferred the past. Not as far as Osula, perhaps the outlying fishing town she had spent her teenage years in. And then her first associates on the seas, most of them unwilling and stupid but tolerable. This new brand were bothersome and abusive. The further she delved into the Grand Line, the worse her antagonists became. Merely giving them the cold shoulder was not as effective.

She needed to assert herself.





“Gerrroffa.”

Intangible, not the words she had meant to speak. The mask made it difficult. She did not like the mask. Right hand raised to face. Shuddering fingers on the visors. Hand clenched and gripped the apparatus, a single tug but it resisted. Once more and it gave, a ping as the plug on the strap fractured and freed her head from its clutches. Discard, the mask to the floor. Gas still hissed. Clown still cackled. She did not like his laughter.

New found energy. Lucidity returned to movements. Nothing to hold her down. Push forward, arms shoved off chair, mechanical legs connect with floor. One step for balance. Second to spring. Clown has noticed, too late.

“Now, now miss. The procedure isn’t do- hrk!”

Direct collision, keep him on back foot. His hands are free, does not matter. Two are clasped around his neck. He cannot speak.

“Die.”

Cannot insult.

“Die.”

Cannot mock.

“Die.”

Cannot laugh.

“Die!”
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It was really not yogi’s day. It was true to say izuru was holding back, in the sense that he’d avoided using his devil fruit powers in an effort to minimize the long term damage but the beast was still sufficiently taking a beating. He wouldn’t get off that easy, izuru wasn’t even close to a lenient enough man to simply forget the bear had gotten his dumb-ass captured, that he’d allowed himself to be used by the enemy like a tool and worst of all raised a hand to the man who had picked him up from nothing.

Was it that he was disappointed at seeing someone he respected reduced to a state like this? He didn’t think so, or at least as best he could tell. Was it simply the anger of a child whose toys had been turned against him? Again this didn’t feel right, and if nothing else he thought he’d grown at least a little past that archaic way of thinking. In a way it was a fusion of both, they had trained together, he knew better than to get caught by something so stupid. And yet at the same time he was pissed that something as simple as drugs were enough to make him forget where he’d come from, to forget everything they had been through. Just how far up his own ass was this brutes head shoved?

Sword clashed against claw with a resounding hum that vibrated the air, enough to set teeth on edge. You could see the confusion trickle into the disorientated animal’s expression as he felt the wave of impact ride it’s way up his arms, the strength sapping from the limb as it went. But even this he was given no juncture for comprehension. No words were shared between the two, not even so much as a glance to convey intent, yet still in the moment within which yogi was entirely preoccupied with perplexion he managed to strike.

It was a thunderous impact, while externally it looked as though nothing had occurred the force of the blow radiated enough that even izuru was able to feel it. Two palms not even making contact with the beast though it seemed it was far from necessary, the flesh forced to take a more concave formation as it warped and condensed to absorb the impact. Blood spewed from the ursine creatures maw, the last they saw of him before he was sent rocketing across the room crashing into the wall at it’s edge.

The impact was world shattering, far more than had been evoked upon izuru being tossed like a plaything, a quake rippling through the buildings very foundations. When finally the smoke did clear yogi did not have the appearance of a animal playing around. He’d looked feral for the entirety of the encounter but now there was something different, as though he were running off baser instincts, his consciousness having no say in decisions any further. Boulder-like paws hammered the ground shaking it under foot, as though psyching himself up for what was to come. Caught unawares but it would not happen again, no it was clear from just a glance he had no intention of making the mistake a second time.

And then the bastard grew.

The terrifying amalgamation of spikes, fur and plating enlarged and rose as his bulk seemed set only on increasing. The ground creaked and cracked, a spider web of fractures radiating out from beneath him as the weight became too much to bear. The tail that led from his spine became larger while it’s weighted tip more bulbous and ever heavier. He was a monster, capable only of destruction and with no place among men, these devil fruits, they really could spawn some crazy shit.

Neck craned in an attempt to fit his otherworldly size within the confined space he charged, eyes white with fury there was no longer logic nor instinct fueling his actions, only the desire to destroy. Raising his sheathed katana izuru took the blow head on, though immediately regretted the action as his shoes embedded ever further into the concrete, the hit yogi’s strength had taken seemingly non-existent.

”Collect the dumbass, whatever state she’s been left in. I’ll meet you downstairs.” the only words he could manage to utter before the force of the fist sent him crashing through the floor, yogi tumbling after him. The blow had him rocketing through the air, his legs becoming charcoal black with a glossy sheen that differentiated it from the usual shade of his suit in order to absorb to impact. And impact he did, the ground around him suffering just as the floor before had. Drawing his blade he carved the air, rending it and sending a single cleaving wave of force flying back toward his partner. It wasn’t enough to stop him he knew, but it could at least do something to slow him down.

Yogi didn’t even consider it, hammering through the projectile with a fist in mid air…..fortunately izuru was familiar with the animals response patterns. The shockwave shattered, shards flying into the creature’s eyes as he attempted to swat them from his path, landing with a thunderous crash on his bulbous ass as the ice man pounced once more swinging his sword. Those scales, those fucking scales. He didn’t remember them being nearly this strong, they were nigh on impenetrable, what the fuck had these people been feeding him? Yogi didn’t let the opportunity slip by him, before he knew it the shichibukai had been played like a whack-a-mole and was in freefall once more, yogi twisting his body through the air, orientating himself perfectly to swing his bulldozer of a tail sending the ice man crashing through yet more stone paving.

As his body slowly became adjusted to the hurtling velocity and incessant thud as he crashed through layer after layer of concrete his eyes came upon a sight that was enough to send chills down even his thermally retarded bones. Yogi had rolled himself into a ball once more and was now tumbling through the air as naught but a sphere of spike-laden shell. The moment his momentum halted it would all come crashing down upon him and no matter how you looked at it, it was going to be unpleasant.

Swinging his body round he placed his feet facing the ground, ready to brace for impact and do all he could to defend against the rolling beast but when it came, it carried so much more weight than he could have ever expected. Grinding against his katana for naught but a second before footing was lost once more.

When finally he did come too he felt woozy, had his haki not been enough? Had somehow the impacts subverted his logia abilities? The explanation escaped him and yet as he pried his beaten flesh from the cold hard ground he could have sworn his vision had begun swimming in front of him. His breathing was rough and heavy, staggering to his feet once again after falling for what had felt like an eternity. He was pissed………wait was he still pissed? At this point he didn’t even remember what it was about all this bullshit that had annoyed him, he wasn’t interested, he’d been able to blow off some steam clashing wills with yogi and that was enough. But it was over now, this had gone on long enough, here was where it would end.

Dwarfed by the gargantuan figure before him izuru was almost daunted as his view was eclipsed in silhouette, he really was a big ass bitch, was it just him or was he larger now? Somehow the memory of this in alabasta simply didn’t do it justice. Yogi’s balled fist drew back and swing down like a comet, but the pirate wouldn’t be felled so simply. Leaping loftily he landed atop the thrown punch sprinting along the limbs length. Another gigantic extremity swept over to swipe him off but he was having none of it, skipping from the limb between the gap that separated the two, readying his sword as he fell.

[color:lightblue]”Serpent style swordplay: Secret technique, last dance of the king cobra!”[/color] slamming his blade upon the animals expansive chest as he came down, the shockwave rippling through the layers of muscle much as Sinne’s had earlier. The pain was visible, Yogi recoiling from the strike as yet another arterial spray left his maw, his body now at it’s limit. CRASH!! The oversized brute smashed his landing into the ground, he was doing no more this day.

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The seastone hair clip slipped out of Yogi's body as the latter was sent careening into the wall at a very high rate. Ittai watched the impact and felt the build shake as dust was thrown into the air. As such, the pirate was quite surprised when the beast got back up, looking angrier than usual. It seemed like the bear was build more sturdy than the chef had suspected. And then the bear bastard grew. Grew bigger than the doctor could imagine. Seeing how the bear was also a devil fruit user, the ex-Marine wondered if he himself would be able to achieve a form similar to that. He had never tried to, his current forms being sufficient for anything that he needed to do. But if this was the sort of power that he had the potential access to, then the bilkan would definitely need to look into that. After all, if he was to surpass Izuru, then he needed all the help he could get for his current skills definitely did not have enough oomph to them to take out the Shichibukai, not that he was planning on doing so any time soon.

Ittai's thoughts were interrupted as he was forced to dodge out of the way of the very enlarged and very enraged Yogi. The pirate watched as Izuru managed to give him an order before disappearing through the crumbling floor, with the monster bear following closely behind. Seeing as how he really did not feel like going toe to toe with a monster just yet, the chef decided to make his way up the stairs to where the Clown and the Painted Whore disappeared to. Grasping his sword in case the Clown or even the Painted Whore decided to attack him, the doctor carefully made his way out into the open only to see the bounty hunter with her hands around the Clown's throat. The ex-Marine was not entirely sure if she was attempting to kill him or if this was some sort of an elaborate and highly disturbing sexual act. Either way, his orders were to collect her and leave. "Oi, bounty hunting maid, finish up whatever you're doing over there and lets go, Lord Izuru requests our presence at the bottom of the tower." the bilkan said, keeping his hand on his sword in case she decided to either attack him or try to engage him in her weird sexual activities.

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Her hands trembled.

The clown’s laughter had suffocated and dissipated breathlessly under the pressure of her vice like grip. His eyes were blank, distant to the world though the wicked and twisted smile of the psychopath remained plastered to his lips. She eased her fingers slightly from his throat and noted blotches of purple where he had started to bruise beneath the faded body paint. His was a bizarre fate; even though she had overpowered him, the clown had scarcely made any attempt to resist or throw her off. Eerily the man had seemed to accept his demise. It did not help calm her increasingly paranoid mind.

Nor did the commotion happening on the floor below. Clover could hear the clashes and the roaring of the combatants, albeit not in a clear sense. Each noise echoed and warped before it reached her ears sounding almost demonic in the aftermath. At first she had presumed the noises to be the death cries of the clown but when they had persisted when he had not, she had come to the realisation that something unholy and terrifying was going on beneath her.

The building shuddered and caused the corpse of the clown to move a little… her fingers clamped down and wrung his neck again.

It was the distinct sound of cautious steps, so wildly different from the rest of the furore that drew the attention of her delirious mind. She kept her hands firmly fixed where they were but diverted her gaze towards the entrance to the luxury penthouse, her mind muddled yet her senses sharpened by the overwhelming fear and paranoia. The Sniper watched the bandaged man enter, her eyes never still on his figure as they darted from limb to limb, the sharp edge of his blade to the lenses of his glasses.

She recognised him of course, but that meant he was associated with the Shichibukai, the one she wanted to kill.

Clover released the clown with one hand and reached down into the suit pocket of the deceased man. Amongst the flint and random sharp things that pricked her invading fingers, Clover clasped two significant objects and pulled them free. The first was what she had been looking for. The hilt of a knife and the smooth blade that jutted out a few inches from its end. The weapon did not match the size of the bandaged man’s sword, but the paranoid Sniper was content with it. So long as she was quick and ruthless, size did not matter.

But the other object was not what she had anticipated. It was similar in size and shape to the knife hilt but lacked a blade. An oblong object that bared a nice red button on one end with a skull and cross bones on it. The words of the clown repeated in her mind, his recital of the demise of Izuru into madness. First the bear, then her and with that he would bring the building crashing down. Even her disturbed mind could connect the dots.

“Your lord is dead.” Clover muttered and pressed the button.





The tallest spire of Iron Knife island shook as the explosives detonated. Little known to the liberators of the island, the maddest of the crime families had filled the entire fourth and fifth floor with explosives in the event that their plan should fail. The trigger had been pressed at the pinnacle of the building and as its lower floors were practically wiped out of existence by the volatile explosion, the tower started to both crumbled structurally and fall down towards the lesser buildings below.




Even knowing the result of her actions, Clover had not entirely anticipated the wild shift in the buildings. Fortunately the girl had been crouched during the initial shake; she was able to resist being thrown across the room. But from there on she could not rely on fortune, only her own ability to survive and outlive the others.

Outlive Izuru.

“West.” Clover snapped as the spire settled on the direction its descent. In truth her internal compass was wildly off about the direction of the tower’s plummet but that did not matter. The cyborg reacted as the room tilted significantly and ran against the slope. To fall on the wrong side would mean being crushed, to climb to the right side might just save her.
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A sigh of exacerbation left izuru’s mouth as he hauled the huge bastard atop his shoulder. He didn’t look it but this beast was pure muscle, felt like a ton upon his back. The walk ahead of him was a long one, and he wasn’t even sure the elevator would even function at this point which mean the beautiful prospect of 50 floors by stair case, this was more hellish than kwons training. But he didn’t begrudge it, try as he might the fact he’d rectified yogi’s predicament seemed unable to evoke any emotion that wasn’t the most stifled of smiles. Shitty animal.

Glancing his surroundings he sought out the doorway to the staircase, but no sooner had he taken his first step before he felt the ground beneath his feet become unsteady. It was a rumble that could have shaken the heavens, though it’s explosive appearance had him doubting whether it was a product of their earlier battle. His body was still feeling the after effects, whether the symptoms were phantom or physical he couldn’t be sure but there was no denying he felt sore in all the wrong places. Yet if this was a case of the foundations crumbling then why had the shock been so instantaneous, so forceful. This wasn’t the sensation of a structure giving way, it was something more powerful, more violent.

The time he had available to contemplate impending disaster was incredibly limited, something only made apparent as gravity shifted violently and the room itself seemed to slip into a slant that steadily inclined. They were falling. This fucking building was falling! Motherfucking cunt wrangler. Did this place had a fucking vendetta against him? It wasn’t enough he’d fought a death match against his closest friend, and been made to realize the strongest relationship he had in his life was with a four legged furry mammal. No now they had to take the leisure of his exit from him as well, he would find out who did this and wring the life from their fucking neck!

For a fleeting moment his thoughts returned to Sinne and clover, they weren’t weak enough to be quelled by this outright but this had been a long battle, and as funny as the shit was clover had been far from her best when last he’d seen her, the last thing he needed after today was two corpses on his hands and an vacancy for a new tea maid. Sure it tasted like shit, but nothing was more satisfying than seeing her expression as she brought it too him.

It was of little importance, they were in freefall, gravity was a relic of the past and as he hung in suspension it was obvious the only objective vying for his attention of any value was ensuring the pair of them weren’t crushed in the collapse that was impending with exponentially increasing urgency. A single look about him was enough to tell that nothing in here would be of any use in terms of defense, in fact if anything he’d only do himself more harm adding to debris. What a pain, he’d need to do this by his own hand, can’t a brother catch a mother-fucking break? Eh maybe that idiom wasn’t the most applicable to bring up right now.

”You’d better find some way to make remuneration for this you fluffy bastard, shouldering situations like this is supposed to be your forte” the woozy animal was able to give only a vacant grunt of approval as he lay slumped over his masters shoulders, izuru tilting his head once to the left and then to the right, a sickening crack announcing his approach to readiness.

With a twist he thrust his hand upwards before him, two serpentine heads bursting into existence from within his sleeve while yet more seemed to spawn from enclaves hidden about the rest of his body. They slither and writhed through the air, their bodies coiling and conjoining, slipping over and between one another until they had encircled bother master and subordinate encased within a sphere of ice. It was none too soon, the building hitting the ground with a thunderous crush, tremors reverberating through dust and debris on a scale that suggested an earthquake of unearthly proportions.

That was just the beginning, as the buildings outer shell crashed down in impact so to did all the structures that decorated it internally, raining down in an apocalyptic shower of metal, concrete, rock and earth. It crumbled to pieces, unable to withstand the shock of impact the tower fragmented until it was reduced to nothing but rubble, banishing all that had been within it to be sealed amidst a grave of dust and debris.

Well, all except a few.

The sound of scattered pebbles became audible amid the shocked silence of the few within watching distance who had avoided a pulverizing. Rubble fidgeting atop the surface of the collapse, as though attempting to get free of it’s own accord. It was a single serpentine head that poked itself out first, as though surveying it’s surroundings to ensure the air was still breathable and no further forces of nature were waiting to unleash themselves upon this sight once more.

With an explosive push the huge mast of stone that had fallen atop him was tossed aside as numerous serpentine bodies excavated themselves into the path of sunlight once more. ”Who the fuck!!?” acclaimed an irritated ice man ”Thought that shit was a good fucking idea?!?!” Rising to his feet atop the remains of what had been the most prestigious structure in all of iron knifes history, at least 5 minutes ago it was.
The faces around him were still unsure how to process the situation, apparently their decent had caused them to crush the majority of the chemically induced zombies, that or they had all been defeated since he saw none left, but what he did see were the chefs and the marines looking at him like he was some sort of mad man. The it clicked, that body he’d kicked out the window, it had probably landed somewhere, yeeeesh was that really what these pricks were bothered about? The guy was an asshole, they needed to lighten up a little.

”B-b-b-b-but you should be….what have you do….but..but..the tower.” an irritatingly familiar voice was the first to find herself, apparently not the most pleasantly surprise by his escape from death, though it had not been such an easy one. ”Oi Sinne, Clover, you dead?”
Edited by Singularity, Feb 22 2014, 01:02 PM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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It did not take long for the bounty hunter to disengage herself from the Clown, who was definitely dead now. However, it seemed that whatever the man had done to her, it still had residual effects for there was a sort of dangerous gleam in her eyes. Ittai was not sure of the extent of her fighting capability, though it was clearly less than that of the Shichibukai, and as such he was not going to underestimate her. The pirate let go of the sword and kept his arms loose but ready to retaliate as he watched Clover pull out a knife from the dead Clown's body. He was confident that he could withstand any attacks made with the knife, but he would not bet on it. He never bet on anything unless he was 100% sure that it would go his way. From the exhaustion that was seeping into his body and the burning of his lungs, which has began to diminish, the chef knew that he was not in tip top shape, and as such he did not particularly care to fight the bounty hunter for now. However, the second item that she pulled out got his attention.

The doctor began moving towards the woman when she pressed the button. Not entirely ready for the subsequent explosion, the ex-Marine was sent tumbling head over heals across the now tilted floor towards the other end of the room. The bilkan grunted as he impacted the wall, thankful that he did break through any windows. Getting his bearings, Ittai saw Clover making her way towards the opposite end of the room up the slope. Spotting a window on the opposite end of the room, the pirate placed his leg against the wall at his back and tensed his muscles and crossed his arms in front of his face before dashing towards the window, his body appearing to be a blur, as it passed the bounty hunter and burst through the window, before falling to the ground. Once again getting his bearings as he tumbled through the air, the chef saw the building impacting the ground and sending a cloud of dust into the air, making it harder to see the ground.

Getting a good look at the ground before it disappeared into the dust, the doctor quickly guessed how long it would take him to reach it. It was not long. Several moments before becoming a human pancake, the ex-Marine kicked off the air, slowing himself down before allowing himself to drop a few more feet before kicking off again, slowing himself down even further. With only a few more feet left, the bilkan allowed himself to drop to the ground, crouching to absorb the impact before getting up and heading in the direction of Izuru's voice. "I'm fine Shichibukai Izuru. Not sure about the bounty hunter. She was the one who set off the explosives." Ittai said, appearing near Izuru out of the dust. Noticing the Marines, the pirate made an effort to ignore them, instead looking for his subordinates, who hopefully did not get crushed by the rubble.

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Clover sneezed as the dust clouds blew past her.

Beneath her heavy boots, the roof top of the building had started to crumble though the lack of noise nor any movement left the Sniper confident about its temporary stability. Her landing had been clean all things considered, able to clear the falling rubble of the tower whilst locating a patch of ground to aim for. Her cybernetic limbs had been obliging on the initial impact, the sturdy metal still ejecting sharp bursts of gas from the exhaust flaps.

In the falling tower, she had been able to reach the upper portion of the spire and from there activate her burst system. A little patience and the Sniper had been able to pick the right moment to abandon the falling wreckage and make her own descent, the use of air bursts easing her fall. Unfortunately her own escape had required Clover’s complete attention and left her unable to sabotage the survival attempts of the peers she was not particularly fond of.

She looked for them in hope of confirming their demise, but was instead met by visions of faces being formed in the dust clouds. Slightly unnerved by the hallucinations, the Sniper closed her eyes and started a short countdown to ease her frail mind. She also wiped an arm across her face to get rid of or smear most of the ridiculous face paint.

Once her breathing was steady, Clover dared to open her eyes again.

He was still alive.

“No.”

The igloo still stood amongst the rubble. Even his lapdog had survived the building’s collapse, running eagerly to his master’s side. They both looked a little dishevelled by the experience but neither were stone cold dead like she had wanted. She did not understand how they could shrug off the destruction so nonchalantly; she had been prepared, been smart and anticipated the fall but the two stooges?

Clover darted to the edge of the rooftop, the stolen knife still in her hand. She was not desperate enough to throw away sense and attempt to engage the Shichibukai in close combat with the small blade, but she certainly needed to vent some of immediate anger. The potential repercussions of her aggression were not calculated or even considered. With a swing of her arm, the Sniper hurled the light weapon from her perch down at Izuru, her precision with a crossbow transferring nicely to throwing small sharp objects.

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The sun was almost blinding as it hit him, the taste of fresh air on his tongue rather than the stale dust ridden gasses that had been trapped down below with him a welcome relief. It seemed too he was not the only one to have made it free of the explosion, ittai dropping leisurely as he hopped atop invisible stepping stones descending from the sky. That foot work, it was almost enough to make him jealous, something like that boosting his evasive potential would not be a bad thing at all. The news he brought with him was as surprising as it was hilarious, so clover had been the source of that explosion? But when had she set it up? No that didn’t make sense, they had been together until the 69th floor and from there she’d left in the clutches of that freakish clown leading to her later bedraggled state, there was no way she could have had the opportunity to set something like that up of her own accord nor was there any way for her to know they would have ended up there in order to prepare it in advance. She had to have borrowed the trap from another, likely the same man who’d led to her current painted mess.

His chuckle started as a slow rumble before bursting into full blown laughter, the animosity he’d so recently felt towards the perpetrators evaporating instantaneously. ”That was attempt number two? I’ve waited this long and the best she does is leech someone else’s handy work and hope I get caught in the cross fire” merciless in his tirade of mirth, though it did well to rectify his previously soured mood. ”This is the best she was able to come up with, that was the end game? She blew up an entire islands town centre, and for nothing” his belittling of what was for their island quite a tragedy did not go down too well with the locals who were still somewhat in shock having seen their islands landmark dismantled so disrespectfully. His breathing slowed as the laughter subsided to a chuckle once more ”That girl, at this rate I’ll have to teach her how to take my head myself if I want this to get anywhere.”

The mass of malevolence that was his mind strayed momentarily from the humor of failure and on to consequence. He had no problem with her trying to kill him, in fact he encouraged it, but he did however had a low tolerance for failure, there had to be ramification.

A sly smile curved his lips.

”Oi mr marine, yo was it? I must apologize for my subordinates actions, she really made a mess of your town. But it occurs to me that more than a few people must have been crushed in that collapse, coupled with the fact she’s been traveling with me for quite some time and assisted with all sorts of activities, don’t you think perhaps licensing her as a bounty hunter gives the wrong impression? In fact it looks to me like you’re endorsing a killer, would it not be better to recognise her as she is…..A pirate” It was cruel there was no question, to take from her the profession through which she identified herself, arguably the one thing she had that made her who she was it was an almost inhuman act to commit. And yet he did so with a smile.

The old man stroked his beard thoughtfully, he didn’t much like the smug self satisfaction plastered all over that pirates face, he looked like a man playing a game, and the idea of a filthy pirate using the marines as he wished made him sick to his stomach, the entire warlord program was something he was opposed to, something he’d even voiced opposition against multiple times, it was a large part of the reason he’d been forever stuck on this island, though being able to watch over his brother wasn’t entirely bad. But despite that there was no denying if what they said was true this young lady had caused a large deal of harm to the island, and untold number of deaths his men even now scouring the rubble for survivors. ”If it is as you say then it will need to be taken into consideration, I will inform Jean-chan”

Movement caught izuru’s attention in the corner of his visions field approaching rapidly, he turned to face it just in time for the blade to bury itself deep into his heart. His breath caught in his throat while his face creased in confusion, grasping about to find the source of the pain finally landing atop the handle of the knife now embedded. He clutched at it, even now able to feel his chest go warm as liquid filled it’s cavity, was he too late in preparing? Had his late reaction allowed them to target his real body?!?! Eyes darted about his surroundings, finally falling fixed upon a single figure atop a rooftop, it had to be her. ”Y-you bitch!” the ice man managed to choke, a viscous mix of blood and spittle flying from his mouth as he did so before he felt the numbness take over, collapsing on his back still holding the murder weapon as control of his body was stolen from him. The serpents that had protected him from the falling building shattering into dust, and cast to the wind.

He was gone.

”…...Was it supposed to go something like that?” That malicious smirk returning once more as he rose to his full height tossing the useless trinket to the ground, running his tongue along the wound where he’d bitten his cheek for the special effects. ”You weren’t really expecting that shitty attempt to go well were you? Just how many times are you going to keep underestimating me hmm? It’s offensive. Perhaps I need to remind you a little better of the delicate position you’re in” The ambient temperature dropped rapidly, the ground around him cracking as ice glazed the debris. The young lady who’d been the first to speak up moved to go to clovers defence but her commander put his hand barring her movement, knowing only too well how sealed their powers were in this situation, his lip bleeding a little as he bit it in frustration.

But as quickly as his temper had risen it dissipated, his arm falling back to his side and all killing intent evaporating. ”Tch, as you are now it wouldn’t even be worth it, you’ve wasted enough of my time, come we’re leaving.” With that he hoisted yogi a little more securely atop his shoulder before heading for departure, the crowd splitting like Moses to the red sea upon approach, none wanting to be near him. He’d done all he came here to do, with yogi retrieved, the building left in a mess and survivors made non existent he had no more business to take care of, it was time they left this place. Though he had the entire walk back to consider clover’s second punishment, after all two failures meant two repercussions, she’d have to learn sooner or later.
Edited by Singularity, Feb 24 2014, 04:48 PM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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

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