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Mob Tactics; These Shenanigans Part 1
Topic Started: Dec 22 2013, 05:43 PM (430 Views)
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Mull's messy mop of black hair whipped in the wind as he stood at the top of his Dinghy's small set of sails, looking out with squinted eyes at his first target; The Grand Hitsuji Archipelago. It was said to be one of the richest places in all the blues, so he figured he could score plenty of cash to purchase a proper vessel. Yes, one that wouldn't spring endless leaks, such as this clunker he was currently on... That, and he was sure he could find plenty of pretty women and good food on this Archipelago.

He looked down at the deck of his little boat, watching it disappear under the surface of the water, sighing a bit as he lost sight of all the holes that just randomly started popping up one night. He'd stuffed most of them with fish or spare cloth, but hadn't managed to stop the ship's sinking. He was a bit worried that he'd hit the water before the islands, and that's where his adventure would end, but he stuck his chin up and took a deep, calming breath. He knew that based on how fast he was going, he'd make it to the dock... Probably.

It was a good 5 more minutes, and his boots were touching the water now. He kept on smiling and standing straight up in bold defiance, but he was panicking inside... He was just a few feet too far to step onto the dock, as he had wanted to do. He decided it was too late to try the 'casually stepping onto the dock' approach, and jumped up to the very tip of the mast, grabbing his flag and cutting it off, rolling it up into a bundle as he leaped across to the dock, barely catching himself on the edge of it, his feet in the water and his upper body sprawled across the dock itself. With a short struggle, he got himself up onto the wooden platform and slung his flag over his shoulders, tying it around his neck so that it formed a makeshift cape. It was a bit childish, but he didn't have a pack to store the thing in, and he didn't want to carry the bundle around under his arm all day. Plus, it hid is weapons well, so there was that going for it. Which is nice.

Now ashore on Hitsuji Archipelago, Mull calmed himself down rather quickly, stretching out a bit and yawning as he walked along the dock, sporting a cock-sure smile. That's when someone spotted the strange man with tattoos and piercing eyes walking along the dock with a pirate flag for a cape, after sinking his own ship and not paying the docking fee. He didn't realize it, but Mull was being painfully obvious about who he was, and had attracted the attention of the island's own 'police force' of bounty hunters. He was just minding his own business, strolling along and casing the area for places he could rob or go to for a good dinner, occasionally patting the pretty girls around town on the bum, when all the sudden he happened to look over his shoulder and saw a huge mob of angry pirate hunters only a dozen feet away.

"W-what the hell!? I've only been here a minute!" He shouted, grabbing a girl's butt particularly roughly out of shock (he was already in the middle of copping a feel), then took off full-puck leaving the sound of the girl screeching as far behind him as he could. Thankfully, he was a bit faster than the pirate hunters, so he was slowly making progress to get away from them; but each time he got further away they suddenly wound up getting much closer, keeping them at about the same distance throughout the chase. He didn't know how they were doing it, and was seriously feeling the pressure (in truth, they were able to keep up due to knowing the layout of the area much better than he did), and started looking around frantically for a way to get away from them.

"Dammit, I didn't do nothin'! 'Cept for grope around a little, but that aint worth jail time, is it?! Maybe a slap in the face, but this is ridiculous!" Now, as he spoke, he would look like some sort of muscular, handsome, tattooed and black-haired super hero with a pirate flag for a cape; which of course made all the kids go crazy cheering for him, and definitely made him look far more dangerous and impressive.

((Mull has an Irish accent, by the way))
Edited by Tactical Mammoth, Dec 22 2013, 05:46 PM.
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300 bridge repairs... 450 replacement masts... 500 replaced walls... 50 ships... 14 houses... 600 toy repairs...

Riley recollected his thoughts. So much work he'd done in the past 4 years. Nobody talked to him for anything but business. Kids wanted him to repair their toys. Adults wanted him to repair their houses and furnish their homes. The city wanted him to build ships and repair bridges. But nobody wanted to build a friendship. It had been a long 4 years; Riley's work was a busy way of life. He had just finished work on fixing a little marionette's leg. "There, perfect," he said. Riley took the marionette and left his workshop. A young boy, Stevie Jackson, had gotten the marionette damaged when a couple of boys were picking on him for playing with such a creepy toy. Riley didn't know this because he was told, no, he knew it only because he didn't know anyone. In fact, Riley had entirely made up that story to think over while he was working on the toy. The child in question probably wasn't even named Stevie Jackson, his name could have been Roger, or Benjamin. Riley wouldn't know, he was strictly business.

That was what was dreary about this town. The prosperity was because once you had a job, nobody bothered you for anything except that job. It had been 10 years since he was found with a concussion, when his current mind set in. He learned rules of the world, minding his own business, only doing stuff when he was asked to, making sure he didn't do anything half way, yes, these rules were the things that he learned from the guy who took him in. Of course, that guy went and became a pirate, leaving Riley to become the only decent Carpenter on the island. His career was certain, stable, and even provided him supplies he needed. If only he ever actually got his hands on any Beli to hold. But he was pretty much just living on government providence.

The young boy, Stevie, ran up to Riley, a childish giggling, happy to see his marionette fixed. Riley placed the toy in the young boy's hands. "Make sure you keep it safe, alright?" The little boy would nod, "Thanks mister Riley!" Riley would laugh aloud, "No worries, kid! Now hurry and run along, I've got to get back to work!" It had been a while since he spoke to someone else. Rarely was a 'thank you' given for his work. Young Stevie ran off.

601 toy repairs...

And then he heard something. He would notice a shocking number of pirate hunters formed in a mob behind a man. The man's accent was thick with alcoholic blood, it was clear indeed, shouting something about gropinf a couple ladies and now this was happening. The pirate flag forming a cape dangling from around his neck, flowing in the breeze, was the cause of this, but where did he even come from? Literally he was in the shop for 10 minutes, and this man was pucking full speed ahead to avoid a mob that managed to form within what was apparently a minute of the man's arrival. Two things were apparent questions that formed in his mind: "Why are there pirate hunters on the archepalego?" And "What's this guy's story?"

Instead of actually doing anything though, he merely gawked, jaw dropping about to stomach level.
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"Hah! Eat my dust, ya rat bastards!" Mull exclaimed, taunting the men that were now falling behind again. As he turned his head forward, he caught a glance of a man who appeared to be made out of muscle almost entirely. He stopped almost on a dime, posed as if someone had taken a picture of him in mid-stride. Staring. He couldn't seem to make out what exactly the man -- carpenter, judging by the goggles and the tool belt -- was, like what he ACTUALLY was, 'cuz it wasn't human. His muscles looked like they were made of some weird pulley system, as if he was a machine-man or something, but he wasn't made of metal. It was so... Cool...

Just about then, he noticed that the pirate hunters who'd been chasing him were now coming out of an intersection a good 20 feet ahead. He thought about it for a moment, then figured it out; they'd been out-maneuvering him by cutting through alleyways and such, in an attempt to cut him off. They'd have done it this time too, if he hadn't gotten distracted. Lucky. There was a moment of awkward confusion while Mull tried to figure out what he was going to do from here, knowing that the pirate hunters would get him at this rate, and the pirate hunters tried to figure out where he had gone. Looking at the carpenter again, Mull smiled and stood up straight, casually approaching him. "Hello there! Me names Mull. As you can see, I've done very little wrong and yet, I'm already being assailed by a great googly mob of fools... Well, now I'm running for my life and can't help but wonder to meself if you might like to lend me a hand? You seem like a sensible fellow. Maybe you'd even like to join me crew?" He said, acting all cool and relaxed, motioning his hands with strangely appropriate gestures to what he was speaking of, somehow.

That's when the men who had been chasing Mull finally spotted him again, and as they shouted almost collectively, "There he is! Get 'im!", he looked over his shoulder and stumbled backwards a bit, starting to run in place. "Well anyway, whatever your answer is you ought to think it up quick, maybe even speak it or somesuch nonsense! 'Cuz I'm a runnin' outta time!" He said in a slightly more rushed tone, even though he was still smirking confidently, his piercing red eyes as stern and joyless as ever. "Well, if you're answer's favorable to me, then help me get rid'a these blasted idiots! Either way, I got's ta go~" Still, he waited for an answer before starting to run off, wanting to see what the man would choose; the life of a carpenter in a rich, prissy town full of pirate hunters, or the life of an actual pirate, so that he'd be awesome instead. The pirate hunters were starting to catch up; after all they weren't that far ahead, but Mull was determined to get an answer out of the carpenter man in front of him. And he needed a carpenter, in case holes started springing in his next vessel, like they had just recently.
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As aforementioned man would pass by him, he came to a dead stop, and Riley and this man would just stared at eachother with those 'that guy is cool' kind of stares. Riley was more astounded that this guy was managing to outpace the hunters. It was just a second before that the hunters took a sudden right turn, and only a few more seconds later that they would be a few feet ahead of this man. It was a commonly known shortcut in his neighborhood that an ally that cut behind the block was almost completely a straight shot for his shop. Riley himself was pretty well versed in the trade routes within the town.

The man's brood once again spoke aloud, directed at Riley, it seemed. Was this... a conversation? It had been years since he'd had a talk that wasn't about his job. Riley would let out a hearty laugh. "Well, Mull. I'll have you know that I approve of the pirate's lifestyle," spoke Riley, sounding cheery. Riley was more pumped about the conversation with another person than he should have been. In fact, he'd almost completely ignored the point of the conversation. He was enlightened by the incredibly stock phrase called out by the mob. Mull appeared to get more frantic about an answer, and Riley would go over what was said to him. He would notice the words crew in the original statement, it was a bit hard to decipher due to the man's thick accent. Riley would look around a moment as the crowd of Pirate Hunters would charge towards the man he was conversing with. Riley would grin and look over at the man, saying something: "I may join you, but first I'll help you out. Turn right on the third alley up ahead, turn left from there, then cross the bridge."

Riley would then grin as he would turn around and walk into his workshop, allowing the crowd to pass behind him in pursuit of Mull. Riley would begin talking to himself a bit, "Wow, a real conversation. I even helped a guy out... well... in a moment I suppose." He would give a hearty laugh. And he would reach into his giant toolbox, pulling out some equipment. "Hehehe, I've been waiting to use you three."

After that, Riley would head off, the camera angle only showing his feet running along quickly. The camera used a first person view of him taking an absurdly complex shortcut and he wound up at a seawater river, one of the dividing lines between the islands of the archepalego. Riley would then slam a stack of wood onto the ground vertically like a staff, and the camera would pan away to see what Mull was doing. By the time he would arrive, Riley already had a complete bridge across the river. Now he was revealed to be equipped with a giant saw, like the kind meant for two men, but with only a single sword-like handle. "Hey! Over here, pal!" he would call over to Mull, informing him of the correct bridge.
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Mull looked up to the sky for a few moments, taking the instructions he'd been given to heart. Three alleys down, take a right.. Then a left, and just go 'till ya hit the bridge. Cross it, and yer done. Right quick, ya? Right quick.. He finished his thought process and, just as a precaution, immediately dove forward and rolled to avoid and grasping hands. He was right to do so, as he managed to duck out of the way of the lead hunter's grasp, and suddenly he was off again, peeling away from the group of pirate hunters. He was sprinting now, wanting to get to the bridge as fast as he could. He took a sharp right and almost tumbled to the ground, but he managed to stay upright by slamming into a cabbage cart in the alleyway and spinning out for a moment, managing to take the correct path to the bridge through some miracle. The camera would be on him now, as he knocked over said cart, pointing at his face as he panted and looked over his shoulder, seeing that the pirate hunters were missing. Then his face turned forward again and he closed his eyes in a wide smile, having finally gotten a good distance away from the hunters. He slowed down a bit now, looking forward.

"W..What the... What in tha hell, man! How ya got here so quick-like?!" He shouted at the carpenter from earlier, who appeared to have just finished up building the bridge that he had spoken of. "And in well enough time to build yerself a bridge, too?!" The camera, now back on Riley, would pan around to his back to show Mull jogging towards him in the distance. He was on the bridge now, running across at full speed, when the group of Pirate hunters burst out into the open, through the same exact path that Mull had taken just a few moments before. Of course, it was too late for them to hope to catch up, so he stopped on the other side of the bridge to catch his breath, doubling over a bit and gasping for air with his hands on his upper thighs, cape fluttering slightly in the coastal winds. "So, I'm goin'ta guess that... You've got some sorta... Plan, carpenter?"

As he waited for an answer, he finished regaining his composure and almost immediately stood up straight in his standard, super-confident pose, taking in the sight of the men running after him and smiling once more, crossing his arms. His sleeve tattoos were showing themselves off in the bright light, his back was straight, shoulders back, chest out... He was the picture of confidence, and with his cape fluttering as it was, he really felt like a captain; a proper one like from the stories. He was having some fun with this one, and soon turned his attention back to the carpenter, gesturing at the man. "Right... So, what's your name then, my friend? Ought to know such a thing if we'll be working together from now on. He said, simply assuming that the man, Riley, would be sticking around to be his first mate. "Mine's Mull, thankya. Mull T. Vultures, at yer service!" Mull said as he moved his hand in further and straightened it out in an offering of a handshake.
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Riley was shocked at how fast that guy could run, he'd barely had enough time to actually build that bridge and get into a position to help Mull out. As said individual would begin crossing the bridge, Riley became more shocked at how far behind the pirate hunters were. It was presumable that they were attempting to cut him off earlier with another shortcut, and wound up missing entirely. And had to circle back around. Then again, Mull's sprinting speed proved quite a detail in comparison to these individuals present. Even Riley's superb knowledge of the fastest and safest trade routes in town would prove almost unable to get ahead of the guy.

As the man who was formerly and currently and probably in the future known as Mull would finally make it across, finally being kind of a stretch to say, Riley would become bombarded with questions. Trying to answer them quickly as possible, he needed to time something. "As the only Carpenter on the island worth his salt, I know everything about this island's town structure. After all, I've lived here as long as I can remember. And yes, a bridge is nothing to build. For me anyways," he said, laughing brightly. He would then start to think to himself. 'Wait for it...' he would think silently as he stared at the crowd that had begun crossing the bridge. 'Wait for it...' he thought a second time as they ran ever closer. Mull would ask if he had a plan and Riley would say out loud, "Wait for it..." And just as the last of the pirate hunters would make it on top of the bridge, Riley would shout aloud, "Now!" He then slammed his foot roughly on one of the support beams, angling it inwards slightly, and the whole brige collapsed under both its own and the weight of the Pirate Hunters, and they would all fall into the salty river, and become washed aside like spiders down a water spout on a rainy day.

Riley would then add a detail and laughed, "While building a bridge is one thing, building a stable bridge is another." He laughed joviously over the cries of the pirate hunters being washed away, curses and such. As he did so he leaned up against the saw, and finally lifted up his goggles to his forehead, sort of symbolic for the town's populace, "I'm Riley, just a local carpentry expert." His charcoal black eyes held a great level of confidence in them, and would have gleamed a bit if they were any other color, matching perfectly with the giant grin on his face. Riley would accept Mull T. Vulture's handshake, with a grip that accidentally almost crushed the poor guy's hand. That was the first handshake he'd had in 2 years. People generally avoided handshakes with him starting when he did accidentally crush a man's hand, and the town had to pay relatively light medical, but still on-record bills for it.

Riley would then look around his shoulder, and noticed a particularly angry looking male individual, "You... Pirates killed my mother, why are you doing this? Helping a pirate!" Riley would look at said individual dead in the eye, and turned around, still not noticing his shirt was off. "I'll have you know that Pirates are the some of the greatest people alive. They live both free and fun lives, and have to answer to nobody but their own captain if that! If you persecute a whole way of life for the actions of one, you're scummier than the one." The person would back off, and Riley continued ranting at them, "The only man that ever called me anything but a kid is now a pirate. And I hold no ill will toward being left behind for a life of adventure, because I could take care of myself." His beady eyes were full of rage, "If I help a pirate, it's because he is also a person. And nobody deserves to be persecuted for their lifestyle!" Suddenly a broom went across his face, and he was getting smacked repeatedly, "Ah! Stop it Bill! You know I'm just messing with you! Gruhahahaha! What's up, man?"

Bill and Riley were old childhood friends, back before nobody spoke to him anymore, these two were almost as inseperable as a man and his arm. They'd even developed a secret code language that sounded a lot like the conversation there, and what was actually said was, 'Hey man how's it been going' "Who the hell are you? Why are you talking to me? Begone devilspawn!" The mechanics of the language were completely unable to be deciphered by outside ears, but people who knew it spoke it fluently. 100% percent of the time, let's not take into account there are only two people who spoke this language.
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Mull just stared blankly at his newest crewmate, Riley; mostly due to shock. At first he couldn’t tell if the man was just some sort of carpentry god made flesh, but he soon decided that no, this couldn’t be the case. If it were, the bridge would have been much grander. Not to mention, being the only carpenter on an island like this, one was bound to pick up some tricks for quick repairs and crafting. That would be particularly useful on his vessel, should anything ever go wrong. ”W-!? Nothing? You say it as if any old goat could pick up a saw and learn to build a bridge faster than a man could fall into the river, ya do! What the hell is with this place… Everyone’s too damn fast!” Mull exclaimed, mostly out of frustration, since he prided himself on his speed. Sighing and shaking his head, he simply watched as he was told to ‘wait for it’. This ought to be good, at least. Maybe the bridge will explode?

Turns out, Mull wasn’t far off, and as the bridge collapsed under the men who had just been trying to cross it Mull broke out into laughter, his voice bellowing out much more…. Boomingly? Than it seemed it should have. He liked this Riley man well enough, in fact. ”Right! You’re good, you are! I like you, yeah. You’ll be great when holes start poppin’ in m’ boat like they been doin’!”

Mull managed to calm down in time enough to actually shake hands with Riley, still chuckling slightly to himself before he heard something. Through the whole time that he was laughing and speaking and acting so nonchalant, his eyes had stayed deadly grim, surprisingly enough. The only change was when he heard someone off to the side saying something about joining up with pirates. He didn’t care, all he knew was that there was contempt in the voice, so his eyes darted to it’s source immediately, watching like a hawk with the same old cocky smile on his face, his back straight. There was one key detail missing from his pose, though, that would have given away what he was doing, had anyone here known him long enough to know his mannerisms. ”Yes! Indeed, Mr. Riley here, my good and newest friend, makes a wonderful point. ‘Twas not I who wrecked your family. So why is it I’m to blame? Worst I’ve done yet is cop a feel!” He said, in a well-humored enough tone, as one of his hands, the right one, rested by his side, gripping the handle of a knife under his cape/flag. His left hand was up by his chest, except it was laying firmly on his right side, crooked out awkwardly as he prepared to draw one of the throwing knives there. (He figured this pose looked more casual than actually crossing his chest to reach over to the holsters on his right side.)

When the broom came across Riley’s face, Mull was confused for a split second; this was because Riley seemed to be in a good mood, rather than like he had just been slapped with a stack of straw aligned in a fan-like formation at the end of a stick. Still, Mull drew both of the knives he had just reached for and prepared to attack the person who was assailing Riley. He watched closely, timing his movements, then dove in at the man’s neck. That’s when the man’s broom suddenly blotted out the sun above Mull and he only had time to think one thing; Oh… Right… There’s that. Fuck.

He was smacked down onto the ground and then promptly hit over and over along with Riley, in a quickly alternating gambit of strikes. ”Crap! Riley! This guy’s too much! We gotta pull out!” He shouted, although he was just laughing along with Riley. The broom strikes didn’t bother him, and neither did anything he expected this guy could, or rather, would, do. He was spongy, after all. Physical blows didn’t really hurt him, and he healed quickly from cuts, so he was rarely worried about much, other than sea water and pointy things. Soon, though, he rolled away and stood up, baking off swiftly and intentionally bumping into a particularly pretty woman. She was about 5’2’’, with bright orange hair, pail skin and a splash of freckles covering her cheeks. She had vibrant green eyes, a slim figure with a large bust and wide hips being the only exceptions. Mull couldn’t help but pinch her on the ass just a bit.

And yet again he had gotten himself into trouble with his perverted ways, as he promptly received a massively painful looking uppercut from the woman, sending him flying into the guy with the broom. She clapped her hands calmly, smiling as if it were nothing, and then almost walked away, but then Mull was smacked mightily with the broom once more and stumbled forwards, towards the woman once more. He couldn’t put the breaks on fast enough, and wound up face-first in the now brightly blushing woman’s cleavage. Oh…. Right… There’s that. Fuck. He thought to himself once more, and was suddenly in the air from another uppercut. The woman was up in the air above him soon enough, but Mull could see her every move. He reached for his knife… But it wasn’t there. It was on the ground, with the throwing knife he had pulled along with it in an attack on the broom master down below. Then he was kicked in the sternum and sent flying at the ground, where, when he landed, he was once again being repeatedly beaten with a broom. This whole encounter with the woman took no more than 10 seconds, so the guy was still going strong, alternating between the two pirates Mull and Riley. Mull had given up; today was clearly not his day, so he was just going to lay there and wait for the woman to go away.

Thankfully she did, smiling and clapping her hands again and simply strolling off like nothing had happened again. He tried to remember the name he had seen on a nametag that was pinned to her shirt, but the distraction of being wailed on uselessly by the broom guy was getting to be too much. For some reason he thought it said ‘Jake’.
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Riley would deal with the occasional flickering as the broom smacked him in the face repeatedly, now alternating between his face and that of Mull who was about to attack with knives. He watched the scene play out almosy like a frame by frame, except when the shadow of the broom moved away it was like a bunch of actors were playing out a series of totally different scenes. At first it was Mull getting hit in the face with a broom. Then it was black. Then Mull was acting like a bishounen and pinching the girls buttocks. Then black. Then Mull was reeling back right into a broom, with the girl's fist just now escaping from his face. Then black. Then Mull had his face in the girl's breasts. Then black. Then neither Mull nor the girl were there at all. Then black. Then Mull was on the ground head first, and the girl was walking away. Nothing particularly funny happened after that, except Mull was still being whacked by the broom this whole time.

Riley eventually caught the broom, and snapped it in half with his hands, easily done enough, Riley was a strong guy and the broom probably should be broken.anyways due to its non-combat grade. Riley would laugh joviously seeing Mull laying on the ground in a stupor from what had happened, having been beaten by a girl and all. He would turn around and bump into a rather tall black man with an afro and a dreadlocked beard. "Oh. Hello there, sir," he would say with a laugh. The man would look angry, "Is there something funny, about what just happened?" Riley kept laughing, unaware that the man was mad, he's pretty bad at taking hints, "Well yeah, this whole thing's pretty hilarious. He just got beat up by a girl and a dude with a broom! Gruhahaha!"

The rather large black man would stand towering over Riley, and huffed out a puff of air that one would swear looked like a puff of smoke. Riley would maintain his laughter, up until the guy booted him backwards so that he fell into a puddle of mud, before unleashing a small storm of like 10 arrows into Riley. Riley lay there, looking at the sky. The mud was really sticky, and he found himself in need of a hand up. "So... what's your name, huh?" he would ask, bleeding from the wounds which impaled strangely shallow. The black guy would walk towards the pretty lady, and they locked arms, almost like Riley didn't exist. "Oh hey, Finn. I thought you'd never make it," spoke the lady. Riley would accept that for an answer and stared at the sky for a while, as the two people walked off. Once they were out of earshot, Riley spoke up, "Did we just get destroyed?"

Bill would walk over and offer Riley a hand up. As he got out of the sticky mess of mud he layed in Riley would take off his shirt, and began to pull out the arrows, at least the ones that actually made it into his skin. A slight ooze leaked from the holes, appearing to be a sanguine sap of sorts. "No really, that was a total fluke. Gruhahahaha!" Riley laughed.
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Mull was thankful for the sudden relenting of the broom strikes as Riley managed to catch the broom and snap it into two pieces that were a few inches away from being exactly the same in length; just barely not in 'half', but close enough for Mull to recall the tail as such later on. Then it was Mull's turn to watch, from the ground, as Riley ran into his very own issues. Those 'issues' were in the form of a tall, rather intimidating black man named 'Finn'. His afro was prodigious, and his beard dreadlocked beyond logical reasoning, but for some reason it was weirdly scary rather than silly and entertaining. That was probably because Mull took everything so seriously, but who was to say? Riley was soon laying next to him, having been booted into a puddle of mud by the massive man and then rained down upon by arrows.

Mull didn't know why, but he wasn't worried.

The 'thock' sound that the arrows all seemed to make that noone really seemed to pay attenetion to was probably part of the reason. Mull immediately registered the sound subconciously as the sound of arrows hitting wood, so his mind must have decided not to get stressed out because the arrows clearly didn't even hit Riley, right? So he just continued to lay there in a daze, thinking about everything that just happened and glancing at Finn and... Yes, it turns out her name was, in fact, Jake... locking arms and continueing to walk away. He felt himself getting angry, but he forced the feelings to leave him as he looked over at Riley.

"So, Riley, you think we sh-" He began, but very soon cut himself off as his eyes widened in shock. There really WERE arrows in Riley. He knew there would have been; the arrows had all seemed so well aimed, but for some reason the fact that there were actually arrows in Riley -- and Riley didn't even seem slightly phased, mind you -- had left him speechless for a few moments. That was twice in one day that he found himself without anything to say. Needless to say he was not happy with miss Jake and mister Finn. "Y...You know what?.. I think we DID just get destroyed, Mr. Riley... And I don't quite appreciate it." Mull said, with a slightly angry, but more so entertained, tone to his voice.

Mull sat up quickly after Bill helped Riley up, looking around for a moment as Riley laughed about the whole thing being such an absolute fluke. Neither of them were even all that hurt, after all. Mull hadn't even really felt a thing, and Riley didn't seem to have either. "Oi! You're telling ME that was a fluke?!" He shouted at Riley, actually sounding highly pissed off for a moment or two, before rolling onto his back and kicking up into the air, hopping onto his feet in that stock martial-artist sort of way. When he was back on his feet and looking at Riley again, his expression of rage had melted into one of a jovial grin. Either Mull had some serious mood swings, or he had never been angry in the first place. "Well, if you really feel that way then I guess we ought to go tell them ourselves! Not right now of course.. For now, we prepare. He said, laughing afterwards as he walked over to Riley and put an arm around him.

"With out combined skills, we'll really show them what for! How's that for out first goal as a real pirate crew?! Now, I figure if we're gonna do this, you ought to show me a map o' this island here, and teach me as many of the quicker shortcuts as you can. We don't have much time though, cuz we're movin' on those bastards tonight!" Mull was clearly more angry at Finn and Jake than he was letting on with his tone, because he seemed completely dead set on getting back at those two.

"Any suggestions of your own, first mate? A good captain should always know not to make decisions in a vacuum, as they say, yeah? And you know this place better than I. He asked, looking Riley in the eye, still smiling, eyes still hard and focused. He wanted to see if Riley had any good ideas up there in his head, and also to see if Riley was actually interested in getting back at Finn and Jake.
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Riley would laugh a bit at Mull's rage, he'd never seen someone quite so angry about stuff. Except for the man who took him in... about everything. So he was actually more laughing out of reminiscence, than he was at the guy. "You know, Mull, you remind me of a guy I used to know, but then again, you're nowhere near as angry. And maybe a bit weaker than I recall him," he would say, laughing joviously thereafter. Then Mull would swallow his anger, and begin actually thinking of the situation as humorous, just like Riley did. Riley enjoyed to have that kind of friend, the kind of guy who would laugh off a beating. "So then, Mr. Mull, since we were destroyed so effectively, I believe we should probably look into our destructor, Mr. Finn and whats-her-face," he would declare, agreeing with Mull.

Mull would then begin telling Riley of how they could win with their combined efforts, after the approximate epitome of chumminess was acted out, the stock arm around the shoulder. Mull started asking about a map and getting Riley to give him an approximate run-down of the town's shortcuts. Riley would grin a bit, "You think that's a good idea too? Well I'll break out the chart I keep on it," he would say, "You know, when we get back to my workshop." He would grab the handle of his claymore-sized Saw, and set the safe part on his shoulder as he would begin to walk along. Mull would then ask about his input on the topic, since Mull hadn't a clue one way or another about how things would work on this island. Riley would nod twice, as if he had some kind of clue, and he would point his finger up and with the most matter-of-fact tone he could manage, Riley spoke, "I'm about as out of the times as you are!" He would then laugh aloud, and begin to think on some stuff.

He would turn to look his 'captain' over for a moment and smirked, "Ah, I got an idea. Here let me help you out." Riley would reach over and snatch the flag off of Mull's shoulders, and he would fold it up nicely and neatly, "Quit running around with a pirate flag on your back, and you can probably get away with pinching more women, don't you think?" Riley would laugh again after this and then pick up the pace, After a few minutes of walking along, taking on odd back alley shortcut, Riley would wind back up at his Workshop. He noticed that even though he'd only been gone for about 5 minutes, he already had a line-up of customers practically lapping the block. Riley would see this and realize just how busy he'd been all those years. "Sheesh, You never know how much work you get done until you look at how much work you didn't do in a few minutes," he would say to himself, worn out just looking at all the work. He would then wave off the people to give himself some room, and sat in front of his workshop, "Alright then folks, work today only requires a bit of information, I'll fix your stuff if you tell me some stuff about Finn and Jake."

This approach worked unsettlingly well, as he pretty much was working on fixing toys, tools, and knickknacks of various sorts, the usual crap he had to repair, he would get an influx of info unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Everyone on the island seemed to know one-another it would see. Riley would look over to Mull while he was solving somebody's rubix cube for a moment, and spoke aloud, "Hey, in my work table's top right drawer is that chart I told you about. It's got all of the effective trade routes in town, and a couple of shortcuts I learned as a kid. Study up." He would finish the rubix cube quickly, then look in surprise at it for a moment, "See, I told you it wasn't broken."

By the time he would be finished with all that work, about 15 minutes of repairing junk, he would grin as the line was cleared out, "What would these people do without me. Gruhahahaha!" He would sit back and begin taking note of what he had on Finn and Jake.

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"Who 'ya callin weak?" Mull asked, tilting his head to the side and ceasing his laughter for a moment to make his question seem more genuine as he stared at Riley, before continuing to laugh and mocking a 'weak man's flex', where he just stuck his arm out to the side and let it hang at a right angle, as if it were flabby or something. "Nah, you're probably right, seeing as the man would've been a right monster were he half as muscular as you. But he'd be twice as sexy as you if he were half a' me!" He shouted, laughing some more.

"Jake. It's Mr. Finn and Mrs. Jake, I believe. I never forget a name." Mull mentioned, almost offhandedly as he nodded his agreement with Riley's statement.

He started walking along with Riley, not for a second going back in time to question how or why the arrows hadn't harmed the man; he assumed it was due to the pulley system of musculature underneath the carpentry beast's skin. Then, watching closely as Riley got ready to speak by raising a finger, as if about to say something profound, Mull let his one eyebrow raise curiously. It dropped again just a moment or two later as Mull broke out in laughter again; in the back of his mind he wondered how strange it would look, two men walking through town looking like pirates and laughing up a storm, but he kept the thoughts there where they wouldn't trouble him. "Well, then I guess it's Pirate Tactics?" He asked, before seeing that Riley was actually going to move on to say something else.

Suddenly his flag was removed and folded nicely by the one Mr. Riley, First Mate of the Crooked Rooks, and he found that he couldn't agree with the action more. "You know, I do think that was bright of you. Perhaps you won't be a complete muscle-bound lug. Not as if I'd thought you'd be, just good to know you won't." Mull was already having fun, so in his head coming to this island was clearly the best thing he could have done first on his journey. Especially since he had managed to get a carpenter early on, rather than somewhere way out after he'd already entered the grand line like some blubbering idiot. You know, cuz that'd be ridiculous. Mull suddenly stopped in his tracks as he realized two things; first, they were already back. He didn't think they had been walking all that fast, so that was pretty surprising. Second, the sheer size of the line-up that had been formed in Riley's brief absence. "Dear god, Riley... You might have to close up shop if we leave, you know?" It was clear that many jokes would be made between Mull and Riley throughout their time together; they were a jovial duo, after all. Then there was a third thing that surprised Mull, and that was the excellent business decision made by Riley. Asking information in exchange for work that they needed to come to him for... It was pretty devious. And, in a way, generous, as Mull could see there were a few people there who couldn't really afford to give all that much money to have their things fixed. He smiled genuinely now as smiles crossed their faces.

Being told now to study the map that was in Riley's desk, Mull nodded again and got a more serious expression, walking over and sitting on the floor. He reached up and yanked the drawer out of the table rather swiftly, setting it in his lap and picking up a can of oil, 'drinking' it thoughtfully as he did so, hoping it would get at least a few sideways glances, which it did. He was actually using his fruit to absorb the oil, as he already had thought about 20 steps into his fight with Jake, and knew what his finishing move would be. It was really quite an impressive thought process, he just hoped it went the way he planned. "Hey, Riley? You got a lighter I could borrow in a bit?" He asked, then went back to studying the maps thoroughly, only listening enough to hear what Riley's answer would be. In the 15 minutes it took Riley to finish repairing things, Mull had absorbed about 3 and a half gallons of oil, and was looking much more bulked up all of the sudden, his muscles bulging with dark power (they weren't actually any stronger, they were just full of oil).

"I believe they'd most likely try to fix their own things, fail, then give up on those things. So essentially society would spiral out of control until there was an anarchistic rebellion against the government, which would then be based around the regulation of what is 'trash' and what is 'recyclable'. What do you think, Mr. Mull? Oh, and what'd you get on our friends?" Mull asked, then suddenly paused, looking almost... Blank. An idea had come to him, and he was doing his best to process it. "Riley. I may need my cape back."
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He would look over at Mull and laugh joviously at the response he would receive for his rhetorical question pertaining to the goings on without his presence on the island. "You make a valid point. I suppose that it would probably end in the favor of the civilians, who would probably begin making things from trash, judging by this population's violent tendencies when presented with a threat. The complexities of mankind are pretty basic like that around here, though that's after generations of shaving layers off, hell if it weren't for the pirate hunting business, this Archipelago may as well have reverted to cannibalistic tribal nature," Riley would comment, thinking deeply on the matter of his peers and their tendencies. Now that the moment of rather morbid clarity had passed over, he would blink at Mull's request for the info on Finn and Jake, and he would hand over the notepad that he held in his hand, "Here ya go, all we need to know about the hot bounty hunting dynamic duo of the local government, Mr. and Mrs. Finn and Jake."

With that he would get up and stretch for a few moments, and he would hear a satisfying popping noise, far more grotesque than you would hear from a normal person. He would then take his feet out of the dirt beneath him, which would leave a pair of now noticeable foot-holes. Riley no longer had any injuries from the arrows. "I'm all prepared for the rematch with Finn, but we'll need a bit more than a big guy as tough as nails and a more agile guy with some knives who likes to drink oil from a can. That is, unless you have a plan," he would say, digging through his work bench, and coming across a soldering iron can. "Hmm, I wonder why I don't use this more often," he would say, looking at it curiously for a moment. He would rattle it next to his ear for a moment, and shrug a bit as he would walk back out from his workshop, and toss Mull the soldering iron. With that Riley would speak up about it, "Careful, I don't use that for some reason I don't recall. But it should serve your purposes. Given they're anything relevant to fire. Gruhahahaha!" With that he would load up his Nailguns with Nails. They were odd nailguns, combat grade but they only loaded one at a time.

He would slip them back into their respective holsters on his toolbelt, and he would get a super confident look on his face, "So, you have all we need yet? Cuz I'm looking to close up shop for the day." Riley's words growled slightly with one part confidence, two parts lust for revenge. He would think back a bit, and remember the great words of his father figure and carpentry instructor... -If you want to fix people's problems, you gotta work out your own problems first! Don't let anyone fuck with ya', cuz if you do, nobody will need your help!-
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Mull curled his lip and stroked an invisible beard with forefinger and thumb as he listened, now, to Riley's elaboration of what would happen on the island without his presence. Then, as he was handed the notepad with info on Finn and Jake, he began nodding as well, still appearing to be deep in thought about pretty much everything that was presented to him at this point. "Thank you, my man." He muttered as he continued to read over the info while plotting out movements like a chess game on the map he was just studying, trying to find the best possible moves. He was very intelligent, yes, but so far all of his planning left out one important factor; he was ignoring the possibility that Finn and Jake's employer had any sort of strength of his own.

He'd finished his plan. With a sigh and a long stretch, Mull stood up once more, letting everything he was holding tumble to the floor a bit absent-mindedly before flinching and scrambling to pick it all up and put it away nice and neat. He glanced at the holes in the dirt and saw how the scratches Riley had sustained in his 'fight' with Finn had all cleared up. Then he remembered the 'thocking' sound of arrows hitting wood, and Riley's sap-like blood. He'd made another conclusion; Riley had grown such dense muscles he was now like a tree!"Whoa! Riley, you must have been through some serious muscle training to become an oak!" He joked, not realizing that Riley could have just eaten a devil fruit or something. To be honest, he should have suspected as much, considering he'd eaten one as well and it gave him funky powers. Though, for all he knew he had eaten one of the only ones in all the blues, considering how little experience he'd had with them. "Anyway, this ought to do just fine, as long as it'll heat up enough to light oil aflame. He said, taking the soldering iron and flipping it in the air, catching it firmly and tucking it into his pants like a pistol.

Mull stood now and took his flag from Riley, unfolding it and slinging it over one shoulder with a sense of cool calmness about him. He smirked as Riley asked if he had everything he needed, and he just nodded. "Yes, Mr. Riley, I believe I have everything I need. But only if you think you can handle two things; first, you'll need to be able to escape some more pirate hunters with me. We'll need to get completely out of their sight, but at the same time I'll be leaving a trail for them to follow. Second, you'll need to be able to handle fighting Finn on your own. At least for a minute or two. Hopefully you'll have the job done by then, but if not I have a contingency set up for you. You think you can handle that?" Mull asked, raising one eyebrow curiously at Riley, grinning widely. His plan was a decent enough one, and should work with few complications. He called it: These Shenanigans - Mob Tactics "If you can handle that, then lead the way, please. For now we just need to head north and gather some seemingly unwanted attention."
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-Serious muscle training to have become an oak- Riley would ponder that for a while. Certainly he was a tree man, however none of it was related to his muscle training. Heck, the years and years of carpentry he'd undertaken for the people of this island was generally considered lightweight by carpenters on other islands. It may have looked like his job was tiresome and such, but he could have kept up that amount of work for another few days before he'd be tired out. A line that stretched around the block was nothing for a true master of carpentry. Literally. It would take one less time than it took Riley.

So he would laugh, he laughed way harder than he should have. His uproarious laughter shook the very foundation of the workshop, the screen would vibrate with it as well. Some birds scattered off from the trees located nearby. After that, wiping a tear from his eye caused by intense laughter, he would pass the soldering iron to Mull, his laughter subsided slowly now. Soon he would get the low-down on how this particular mission was supposed to go down. His eyes were a bit glazed over, as if strategizing himself. The smile on his face would expand again, as he would mount the Saw on his back once more. He would glance about the area and say aloud, "I'm not particularly a fast runner, so I'm going to have to presume that I'm not the one gathering the people with you." He would gain a few theories in his head, "Wait... are you trying to get me to tackle both Finn and Jake at once? I only ask because you appear to be not noticing that those two are a couple... currently on a date I would suppose. Which means they are in the same area. If you're thinking about doing what I think you're thinking about doing, that means you'd have to have a speedy local on your tail the whole time, or Mr. Oak is about to have to fend off a pair of badasses."

Riley would grin a bit... losing the appearance of thought, but more of a confident grin. Albeit the sort of confident grin that would show up on a man in a suit. He would add the remark, "Not that I'm saying that I can't do it. But I give you one minute before I'm gonna need that backup. Otherwise... I don't know." He would laugh uproariously afterwards, the tone of his voice almost entirely not matching his words. With that though, he would get whatever corrections or verifications that were in order, then he would nod understandingly, and begin to lead him through an alleyway next to his shop. This time, he made sure to flip the 'closed' sign around to reveal that he was indeed not doing anything else today. He predicted a few more substantial injuries to be on their way. Riley would follow an odd path, and then before exiting, he would look around the corner... spotting Finn and Jake arm-in-arm, walking down the road. "Tch... Looks like we've spotted them a bit too soon..." he would say. He would step back, and scoop up Mull for a moment, holding him in one arm, while he grabbed a rope and stomped on a board. After a snapping noise, he would hang on to the rope and zipline straight up. He would let go and now the both of them were on the roofs. Riley would stand atop the rooftop and watch the two targets, blissfully unware of their plans, and then notice the crowd of still dripping-wet Pirate Hunters a few blocks away, chattering amongst themselves. "Alright Mull... Time to split up, I suppose," he would say, placing Mull down now that he realized how awkward that would look to outsiders.
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