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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 5 2014, 03:39 PM Post #16 |
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The Sniper spluttered, a mixture of blood and germs intermingling with the small puff of sand displaced by her coughs. The cuts on her body stung. Worst was the long diagonal wound across her front that stretched from left shoulder to right hip, deeper than the others where the metal had cut cruelly through cloth and flesh. Other contenders were the injuries inflicted on the right side she had fallen onto, the two inch long cuts on the point of her shoulder and upper arm with a minor incision on the right of her gut that cut across the largest diagonal slice. These wounds were agitated by the particles of sand that had been caught in them after her collision with the floor, the soaked granules forming clumps around her body as she lay there bleeding. The shallow laceration on her left forearm was a pleasant nip in comparison, the air swipes that had struck her cybernetic legs left no marks, only cuts in the baggy fabric. Clover almost forgot the wound on her forehead until a drip of blood fell past her vision. There was naught she could do but groan and cough, her mind too groggy and dazed to muster a response. Half her face was buried in the wet sand, the unpleasant substance blocking a nostril of her nose and getting into her mouth every time she sneezed. She could feel her stolen clothing being soaked through also, a mixture of cold water and warm blood. She hated bleeding, the sensation of her livelihood seeping away and leaving only a cold afterthought. Her body moved involuntary when the Shichibukai stooped down to pick her up. She hung like a ragdoll in his grip, dangling from the arm she had lifted. It was an uncomfortable way to be dragged off the ground though she highly doubted the swordsman cared. If they were remotely similar in height, it may have been less unpleasant for her but Izuru just so happened to be freakishly tall. Her boots hovered nearly three feet off the ground, Clover having ample time to measure the distance with her head tilted downwards. The right sleeve of the bloodied shirt slipped down her arm, the material flayed at the shoulder. Whilst he started to rebuke her, she tried in vain to spit blood onto his shoes though only succeeded in tarnishing her own clothing. Her fatigued body received a jolt when the cold sensation started to spread on her left wrist. Clover lifted her head, not to stare at Izuru but at the arm he was holding up. The chilling touch was not her imagination; the bastard had decided to inflict further harm upon her battered form. She tried to squirm and slip the arm free but it was hopeless. Her expression desperate as the cold blue cloud sunk down her arm. Only a few seconds of exposure caused the hand and upper arm of her left to go numb, the Sniper no longer able to move her fingers. He was deluded. Clover mentally screamed down every claim he made. Words of being a merciful saviour when he had been the one to cut her down in the first place. The loyalty shown was only to his bizarre pet, instead sending some lackey up to retrieve her. The offer of family was like some sick joke. Did he truly wonder why she defied him so frequently when he used her as an object of abuse and mockery? She locked eyes with the Shichibukai, holding back the anger and tears that built up internally. The green haired girl took a customary deep breath and shot back a glare colder than any ice Izuru could muster. “I want to beat you.” |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 6 2014, 12:24 PM Post #17 |
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The pirates expression grimaced as he spoke, clover managing to dribble a mix of blood and spittle down herself in response to him. Was this really the girl he was retaining in order to watch her grow? He was really expecting this semi accurate example of cerebral palsy to one-day turn into a worthy opponent, against all evidence history had provided. It was a stupid gamble, and one with odds that on any other situation he would not have accepted for even a second, and yet in here he was willing to accept it yet again. Perhaps he enjoyed watching the underdog, or perhaps it was just that he had nothing to lose, but he was curious to see what would happen when she climbed a little further up the food chain. It did not seem though that she would listen to reason, perhaps it was his mistake for trying to show kindness to someone who was only along with him for the sole purpose of acting as the harbinger of his demise. She didn’t seem to quite understand that as long as she declared herself his enemy she would have to be treated as one, though realistically that was all she should have been from the get go. It was only now he realized just how he’d been impacted by the fact she was a young vulnerable girl, was that really what forced him to refrain from her execution? To turn a blind eye to the fact half her punishments were done by his crewmen? Because he felt pity for her? It was quite the sick joke, after lording over those who had exemplified that very same weakness he had succumbed to it himself, once again reminded of the impact losing his little brother seemed to have on him as a person. Well that was fine, it ended now. Showing a little kindness had only weakened her, she took him for a joke, thinking such ill prepared attempts would be enough. If she was too kill him then she’d need determination, hatred, she’d need the resolve to see it through. ”I see” he answered stoically to the phrase the ended all chances of their relationship being amicable. Though it was likely past the point of sensation the limb within his grip was exposed to temperatures of an all time low, before izuru’s grip clamped down shattering the section within his grasp and severing it from the rest of her. The back of his fist swiping out to slam into the youth’s face as she fell, sending her flying from the beach and landing in the shallow tides with a crashing splash. ”Understand girl this is no game. If you wish to use my time do not waste it, you raise your hand to me again and fail. I’ll kill you.” It was almost a final act of inadvertant kindness he’d sent her crashing to the sea, those morons on his ship were too dumb to know it but if she defrosted too rapidly what was left of that limb would be useless not to mention the risk of shock, the chilled temperatures of the sea though that would make a good enough start. Turning his back he headed toward town once more giving a final order before he departed ”Bandage her up and put her to work, I expect those toilets scrubbed and dinner prepared by the time I return, and if it looks even remotely like you little shits helped her, I’ll fucking execute the lot of you.” They were a dopey bunch but they were not stupid, when he was in a mood like this it was best not to question let alone defy orders, though not one of them wanted to see clover treated in such a way. Scurrying like rats to her side. Yogi meanwhile had dispatched the rabid mutts, stood alone surrounded by motionless bodies with an aura of smugness radiating from him. Izuru raised an appraising eye but said nothing as he passed the beast. He needed a drink after all that shit. Though the idea that there was anywhere of decency in this place seemed more than a long shot. The further inland he got the more populated the streets became, though their quality increased none, still filled with drunken braggarts the only difference being these once were still on their feet and infinitely more rowdy. Fights seemed to be breaking out on all sides though their basis was indecipherable though the incoherent babble the bedraggled men seemed to slur at one another. Faliures, men who had been tested by the grandline and found wanting, and now ended up drowning their sorrows in a place like this to escape from it all. Though as he moved through the crowds there was one building that caught his eye, and slipping into the ally that contained it he entered. The room was pungent with the aroma of burning herbs, and medicinal compounds, an almost bitter taste to the air. Upon entering he saw a singular little man stooped beneath a single naked bulb popping needles into the back of a man lain on a marble slab before him. ”Oi you!” the mans focused barely even rustled by his voice as he continued to poke the needles in place with flawless precision ”I am with a client at the moment sir, if you could just wait unti-“ ”Not interested, you’re done” the ice man cut him off, three strides enough to cross the room before a single hand slipped beneath the table laden man flipping him onto the floor where he landed with a blood curdling yelp. “What the fuck do you think your doing mate?’ clambering to his feet as quickly as he had fallen ”I said you’re done!” A glare radiating with murderous intent falling upon the unfortunate stranger who only now realized the size of the man accosting him. Needless to say he was gone from the shop rather rapidly. ”There’s a girl on my ship, go, treat her. She needs to not die is all, nothing more. You can say you were passing through, or that you make your business treating pirates that come ashore I don’t give a shit. But we did not meet, and this did not happen.” heading for the exit once more ”But sir, what about the-“ only able to get partway through his sentence before the stack of bills izuru had tossed over his shoulder landed in his lap, looking up once again to thank the man only to see a door swinging in the breeze. Edited by Singularity, Mar 6 2014, 12:25 PM.
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 6 2014, 03:51 PM Post #18 |
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Sheet metal. Clover blinked. Solid and bland with its gleam long lost, only partially illuminated by the single bulb of light that hung down from the middle of the ceiling. She noted the large dent towards the side of the chamber’s top where she had once vented frustration with a dull bolt along with the stain of blue paint in one of the corners. The girl from Osula could not remember how that had happened. Or why she was laying on the bed in her chamber. At least, not until she attempted to move, her body stiff on the first attempt and then shaking with pain when she pushed through that first barrier. Clover held her tongue, deciding against a violent outburst that would just end up echoing out of her room and down the cooridoor to the amusement of the idiots loitering on the same floor. There was always a group of them hanging around somewhere near her door. She had thought it to be on Izuru’s orders at first, but when the odd poorly watered flower had been left outside her chamber, she had realised they were waiting on their own accord. As fascinated as they were by her gender, she could not trust one of them to not go running to Izuru with news of her awakening. That was when it tended to start. Her day of torment begun the moment she rose until she fell back down on the uncomfortable mattress that served as her bed. Sometimes she was not even allowed to wake up on her own accord, and had taken to sleeping fully dressed to avoid any potentially embarrassing situations. Which made the slight chilling sensation surrounding her upper body highly unusual… The Sniper gritted her teeth and pushed her back against the wall behind the bed to hoist herself up into a sitting position. No shirt, only bandages. Clover’s eyes widened in alarm, not at her injuries but the speculative scenarios that could possibly have led to her sleeping in such a way. Naturally she blamed Izuru first. “That creep, did he?!” Clover hissed, recalling the weird looks he had been giving her recently. And yet for him to have done… that. Why was she bandaged up as if… the eyes of the Sniper honed in on the bandaged stump where her left hand was meant to be. The end of her bed and the metal door beyond. Clover blinked. A pair of baggy trousers stained with blotches of a dark liquid in places was strapped to her legs by the belt at her waist. Her upper body though had only bandages to preserve her modesty. Nearly her entire torso was bandaged up horizontally with a diagonal sash of soft cotton over the top going from shoulder to opposing hip. A small part of her left midriff was exposed. Her right arm was entirely bandaged from upper arm to the tips of her fingers, but the left was only covered up from her elbow to the… Clover tried to squeeze her left hand into a fist. She could still feel it… at least she thought she could. Yet nothing was there… and the longer she dwelled on it, the clearer her memory became. The fight that had turned into a disaster, the unrelenting pursuit of Izuru, her painful defeat and then the harm he had dished out afterward… her consciousness had been fading at the point where she had witnessed the ice shatter. The following strike had only sped up the process. And now she was here. Her mutilated arm shuddered as she pulled it against her chest, bending her knees and drawing them closer into a foetal position as her memories became increasingly vivid. The cyborg remained that way for several minutes, the cycle of events running on repeat in her mind as she relived each gruesome detail until eventually she blotted out every sense from the events bar what her ears had heard. More specifically the words of the Shichibukai. Over and over again. Tears welled in the green haired girl’s eyes as she rolled out of bed, the cybernetic legs preventing her fall. She stormed straight for the door, ignoring the aches and pains that erupted across her injured body and kicked the metal barrier down. “Where is he?” Clover snapped at the grunt knocked over by her volatile means of exit. “T-the doc said you’re not meant to move around, s-sis!” The cretin stammered. The oaf was cowering despite being a good two foot taller than the injured female. She did not repeat her question, merely glared at him until he mustered the capacity to give her a useful response. “H-he left earlier!” “Go away.” The Sniper dismissed the man and stormed back inside her chamber. There was no pause for calm or a deep intake of breath. Clover’s eyes darted wildly around the room, identifying the entire catalogue of objects at her disposal and then singling out three amongst the rest. First the remaining bandages on her side table. She snatched them up and hastily wrapped a quick sash from shoulder to hip for her decapitated arm to rest in like a sling. Next she grabbed the bloodied cloak on the floor, the crimson stains a permanent fixture on the cut up relic of her Osula days. She slung it over her shoulders for comfort and modesty, remembering the constant rain of the island. And finally she turned to the small den den mushi. It took her a minute of fumbling to successfully attach it to her healthy wrist. And then she was gone, ignoring the advice of the medical expert communicated to her by the stuttering wreck, the fellow not daring to utter anything to her as she passed. Clover stamped her way along the corridors of the Ymir, mentally cursing the cowardly Iceman as she dialled up the den den mushi. She waited for the device to connect before speaking sharply into the receiver. “Where are you?” Clover demanded. |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 8 2014, 07:49 PM Post #19 |
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The bar was everything Izuru expected it to be, dingy and crowded with a pungent scent of sweat and poor hygiene. He was sat in a corner towards the rear with a bottle of rum atop the table, contemplating just what foul sin he had committed in his life to be subjected to this, the thought was fleeting, the list was far too long. There was an air of tension about the place, many if not all of these wanted men, men who had braved the grand line and experienced it’s horrors. Most were weathered criminals who took as they pleased and when you had so many of them under one roof, each with their own ego tempers could fly, not to mention old grudges ignited. That alone was not all either, some in this room were here not to use the island as a haven but as a hunting ground, professional bounty hunters looking to take their next big score and from the looks of things this was like a buffet though any one of any real value was unlikely to be taken so easily. A thunderous crash as yet another inebriated patron was tossed from the premises, a loud mouth earning him a savage beating. This place was lawless but that didn’t mean it was without it’s rules, when dealing with pirates you had to strong arm them, if they thought they could get away with it they would pillage their fill and simply leave which meant near all staff were combat ready, within the chaos there was structure. It was the kind of place that should have been unable to survive, so savage and raw, and yet it carved out a small niche for itself. He found it, endearing. “Oy bruzah, Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing there? This part of the bar belongs to the Feral pirates. You got 10 seconds to get the fuck out before I turn you into a stain on the floor” Now it was true the rain had left him sodden and bedraggled, hair cast across his face probably made identifying him harder but he was still a 10 ft tall male, and expected his physique to pose an imposing enough prospect that trash like this stayed away from him. ”Oho? It’s been a while since any one was dumb enough to approach me like that. Little puppies always bark the loudest, run back to mama’s teet, I got no reason to waste time with dumbass scum.” his hand ran back through his hair as he spoke the words with a malevolent grin, several glances cast his way as it became clear who it was the aggressive pirate was accosting. He’d managed to enter relatively unnoticed but with this guy drawing a bunch of attention more and more furtive glances were cast his way. “Who the fuck do ya think yur talking too. I’m Abel “the demolisher” Tesfaye, I’ll show you just how fucking terrifying an 70 million beri man can be” Izuru glanced upward appraisingly at the mention of the mans bounty but he didn’t look particularly menacing, just a bundle of muscle and mass throwing his wait about, nothing about his movements suggested any real level of skill ”Denied, you don’t qualify” It seemed he still was as unaware of izuru’s identity as the ice man was of his, but the moment his pride was attacked he flipped, swinging a comet like fist down upon izuru. He didn’t even accomplish the first punch, the ice man’s palm rising to catch the fist and halt it, by the time his assailant had the awareness to look down at what was impeding him his body had turned a pale lifeless blue, unable even to scream as the effect overtook him till his figure was nothing but a sculpture. Reaching under the table he picked up his still sheathed katana and slammed it end on into the outstretched fist, fractures radiating from the point of impact before the statue burst into fragments, returning to his drink as though nothing had happened the bar around him tentatively returning to their activities. Left to idle away his time drinking the frosty pirate was made to look up once again as a shadow was cast across the now numerous bottles littering his table top, raising his glare he saw stood before him a fairly formal looking young man with a long black pony tail hanging behind him dressed in martial arts wear, his hands clasped behind his back. ”Hmmm?” querying the strange presence ”My name is Vayne and I am the captain of the feral pirates, I hear you took care of my subordinate earlier. I hope you have prepared suitable reparations” His words came in a leisurely tone but there was a weight too them that suggested they weren’t to be taken lightly though that was exactly how izuru intended to receive them. ”Getting rid of that loud mouthed trash, I did you a favour, if anyone owes a debt here, isn’t it you?” a sly smile played on his lips as he spoke the words, obviously aware of the aggravating effect they would have and yet the man before him seemed unpturbed. ”It seems you think that warlord title makes you untouchable. Getting fat off table scraps as a dog of the government, but I know who you are frostbite kazehara, the man who was left running with his tail between his legs at alabasta, who had to flee wounded after attacking a prison convoy, who tried to lay claim to drum only to have it dismissed in a matter of days. You’re nothing but a fool bloated by arrogance from abilities that are not your own. Now I’ll have you give me your ship, or you can die here if you prefer and I’ll simply take it by force” though he looked bookish and unassuming in his appearance this one was surprisingly aggressive, what was more surprising was he’d taken full account of who he was challenging and still did so without remorse, interesting, what an interesting guy. Shouts of “Yeh government mongrel” “Nothing but a coward” and various other such slurs began to resound around the bar as izuru looked on with an amused grin ”I see, so that’s the state of my reputation is it? Riding on the world governments coat tails, pretty shitty. Then perhaps I should use you to start repairing it, just for today you can be my gopher pony tail” a leg raised in the air and came down in a thunderous axe kick the table shattering beneath it, but izuru had already darted from beneath it, sword drawn. ”I told you already, it’s vayne!” the man commanded as he disappeared from view, blurring towards izuru as he struck out at him with another kick the pirate keeping just out of range. Tables were knocked asunder and patrons sent fleeing as the two crashed through the room, kicks flying towards izuru as he repelled them with his blade. Grasping a broken chair leg as he went he blew across it, it’s surface freezing over as a blade of ice was formed around it, better able to parry the strikes raining upon him now. Sparks flew as the pair clashed, their limbs moving beyond the scope of sight, a volley unleashed by each culminating in izuru swinging both blades down hard enough to send shockwaves towards his foe who skittered back before cancelling them with an equal and opposite force sent flying from his own strikes. The blade of ice that he’d been using thus far crumbled under the strain and shattered from existence, the two locked in a momentary stale mate. He was good, better than expected, speed, technique, power he had it all and was adept at using them, perhaps those feral pirates were worth a little note. As suddenly as it had stopped the conflict resumed once more, the figures dating through the air and clashing in the middle only momentarily before izuru was sent rocketing away, hammering the entrance wall with a earthshaking crash. From within the dust cloud that was formed around him a low whistle pierced the apprehensive silence ”That was quite the kick, you’ve got some decent legs for a brat.””Good then it seems you understand, I’ll be taking your ship then and that sword aswell.”Now now aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself? Just how do you intend to continue with a leg like that?” Shock grasped the young mans expression as he looked down, a pale prison of ice had encased his leg at the knee joint, in the heat of the moment it had managed to go unnoticed but another kick and that leg would snap in two. A steady clapping came from the side breaking the palpable tension ”Well kids I think that’s enough of a show for today, lets end it here. If this goes any further the elders will need to hear of it and then we’ll all be in trouble” izurus ears perked up at the mention of elders, he’d been wondering who sat at the top of this hierarchy ”So they’re the ones running this place hmm? I want to meet them, take me to them” seemingly having entirely forgotten about the conflict at hand ”I’m afraid that’s not something I can do, they do not take kindly to strangers””You can take me too them, or I can carve a path through this place till I find them. It entirely up to you.” a thoughtful expression over took the barman’s face as he weighed up his options ”I get it, I get it. I’ll propose it too them, they’ll send an envoy if they accept.” replying with a sigh of defeat, it wasn’t exactly the most straight forward method but it would do for now. With a curt nod the ice man turned on his heel and left, it was about time he got back to the ship anyway. No sooner had he left the door before a voice came through the den den mushi, one that evoked a malevolent grin upon hearing it. ”So it’s awake?” he mused more to himself than anything ”And just what would you do with that information scrub?” a nickname he’d decided to put in place given the numerous times he’d had to punish her with toilet scrubbing duty ”Did you really hit your head so hard you forgot my warning?” Edited by Singularity, Mar 9 2014, 04:29 AM.
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 10 2014, 01:37 PM Post #20 |
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The infuriated cyborg stormed up towards the metal doorway and slammed her foot straight into it, the hinges waning as her boot left a large dent in the hub. The girl snapped her titanium leg backwards and then thrust forward again with another kick, striking closer to the side of the structure. This time the hinges popped. She pulled back and repeated the motion one final time, knocking the door clean off its frame and across the deck of the Ymir. “I’m not afraid of you.” She hissed back at the Den Den Mushi as she strode outside of the ship, ignoring the looks of shock on the faces of the Ymir’s crewmen. With wounds still fresh from their bout, Clover was not telling the whole truth when she claimed her fearlessness, the spectral chill of the Shichibukai’s touch capable of freezing more than her body. But the Osulian girl was stubborn and unwilling to back down from any confrontation. Besides, he had gone a step too far with her hand. “I can’t believe you’re so cowardly as to maim me and then hide in your stupid pirate junkyard. Last time you had the courage to face me. Feeling guilty?” Clover complained at the snail receiver, knowing where to place her gibes. A thick cloud had smothered any patience the Sniper still possessed, though her rage was not blind as she mocked the Shichibukai. The girl wanted her swift vengeance but understood the simple logic that she had been helpless against Izuru before losing her left hand. Oddly the red mist was granting her some clarity. She stamped across the steel deck towards the island side of the vessel. “I just want you to hold up your end of the deal.” Clover clutched the rail of the ship and hoisted her legs up into the air, not vaulting the barrier entirely but instead landed on the thin bar with her backside. Two blades ejected from each of her metal heels, the Sniper slamming the edge of both hooks into the side of the Ymir for stability as she sat there. Her body ached, the light rain dampening her hair and the long cloak that trailed down from her shoulders. She pulled the edges of the cloth closer to warm her bandaged upper body. “Come back to the ship. Now.” |
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 10 2014, 09:05 PM Post #21 |
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As he returned towards the ship clovers voice came through with crystal clarity on the den den upon his wrist, and she did not sound pleased. ”Perhaps if you weren’t so desperate to prove it you’d still be able to applaud your own bravery” A chuckle eluted at the proclamation she was unafraid of him, at this point he was having a hard time trying to discern whether it was attributed to unfaltering bravery or incurable stupidity, though his bias mind was leaning fairly heavily in one direction already. But from there it became unclear whether her injuries had caused her to catch a fever, because this little shit was starting to sound straight up delirious. ”Duuuuuuuuuuuuumbass, Guilty? Cowardly? Who the hell has time to sit around with an unconscious brat while they lick their wounds? You want me to let you waste more of my time?” he heard the words leave his mouth but there was a part of him unable to believe he’d even been drawn into this argument, what the fuck was she even talking about? How was this his fault? As if he even had any reason to need to hide. The shitty kid starts shooting at him while minding his own business, how the fuck was it supposed to end? And after he went to all the trouble of making sure she didn’t die as well, just what the fuck kind of gratitude was that? ”Deal?” he retorted, fully unable to recollect any sort of deal made between them that would do anything to aid the girls favour, though that could well have been the anger starting to bubble that was clouding his memory. ”Only deal I remember making with you was that life of yours would be mine, and so far it’s turned out to be a pretty shitty investment. Nothing but a pain in the ass.” So damned entitled all the time, what was confusing here? He beat her to within an inch of her life and spared it, yet when left to her own devices she acted as though this situation was made by her own choice. She attacked him again, so the punishment became a little more severe, suddenly he was the biggest criminal since roger and everything that had happened was his fault. Fucking incomprehensible creature, it just didn’t make sense. Fucking women, wasn’t there usually a reward of some sort for dealing with all this bullshit? His end of the line suddenly went very quiet upon hearing the last of what the small sniper had to say, ”Oi oi what an impertinent brat, maybe I wasn’t clear enough before. That boldness of yours is one of your few qualities I don’t hate. But if you ever give me an order again, I’ll tear that tongue from your head.” With that the conversation was cut off and his den den put to rest, he had no more to say to that one. It wasn’t even a threat, simply a promise, the unavoidable consequence of cause and effect. Though his men took a shine to her the fact remained clover was for all intents and purposes a prisoner on his ship, and while he took to most her antics with good humor the last thing he could do was appear to be weak. Which is exactly what letting some little upstart let their mouth run away with them would do to him. Perhaps it was simply a sour attitude at having one of his men killed, or perhaps there was some other past grievance that izuru was unaware of but what that young pirate had said struck home a little. If the flaws in his misdeeds were renown enough that people thought him vulnerable for them, combined with the appearance of taking the world government’s wing for shelter put him in an incredibly precarious position, the last thing he needed was his own crew thinking he was unstable. The New world was just round the corner and these factors were doing little more than turn him into a target, true or not people enjoyed picking on the weak, and someone like him who had acquired so much press would be perfect to make an example of. Just because these things weren’t true didn’t mean he could start getting sloppy. Coming upon the beach once more, the showers still poured down from above leaving the sands looking damp and dull. Heading towards his ship even from there he could see it, a lone figure upon the vessels side, staring towards him. Though perhaps the first thought of any reasonable human being would have been “I wonder how she’s doing” “what is it she could want?” the only thing that went through izuru’s mind was “I bet that bitch hasn’t done the toilets” despite the severity of the wound he’d left her with and the limitations of human recuperation. As he neared the beached vessel it towered up before him, and something about the sight of clover sat upon high lording above irked him, not because of some deep seated inferiority complex that reared it’s head at every given opportunity, but because in the back of his mind he was sure that somewhere within herself that’s the position she believed she deserved. That just because she lived in the white and he in the black that automatically she was better than they, deserving to stand above them. Those with power deserved to rule and power came from strength that was all there was to it, anyone that thought anything else gave them any right were trash. Nearing the vessels side he skipped upon it, making it up to and over the railing in just two jumps, frosty tracks left in his wake where he’d adhered to it’s surface. ”You’re looking pretty energetic for a cripple hmm?” this kid, whether it stemmed from her determination not to be downtrodden or simply an inhuman constitution he couldn’t tell but her stamina was uncanny. Looking at her now she was in pieces, an arm missing, nothing keeping her warm but bandages and a cloak after she’d spent the entirety of their fight sneezing her ass off. Yes he’d noticed, he just didn’t care. Was she looking to get herself killed? Was the lack of a doctor aboard their ship a fact lost on her? It was time like this, sodden with rain, nothing to keep her warm but a burning determination that he was reminded despite all the headache she caused him, despite an unnatural ability to make his blood boil and despite an attitude so ungrateful it would cause bhudda to curse she was just a dumb kid. A dumb kid lost in the world and trapped aboard the ship of a murderer, what the fuck happened to her that she’d end up in a place as shitty as this? |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 12 2014, 03:03 PM Post #22 |
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The wait gave her the time to remember her injuries and suffer for it. Yet she did not budge from her spot, even when her head dropped and her breath thinned. It was the tear across her torso, the largest of the injuries Izuru had inflicted that sapped most of her spirit. The fire inside her did not die though. It shrunk and flickered but never extinguished as she sat on the railings. Once she detected the approach of the Shichibukai, her head shot back up to face him. Clover waited for Izuru to get closer, concerned that speaking over a distance in a louder tone might be too taxing for her injured body. That gave the Iceman time to sneak in more mockery once he had completed his advance. Clover took the insult with a cold expression. He had demeaned her, disregarded her as a brat and even threatened to inflict more harm on her over the den den mushi. She did not doubt that the pirate could do far worse to her but at the same time, further pain and misery did not faze the Sniper. Perhaps if he threatened to freeze or worse, kill her the girl would quiver, but the Shichibukai seemed content with his mild punishments for the time being. She took the following silence as her time to speak. “I said I wanted to beat you.” Clover stated bluntly, and paused as she remembered the vivid memory and what followed it. The Sniper tried her best to remain composed and unmoved, yet her expression did flinch when recalling the moment he had decided to shatter her hand. She moved the arm in the sling out of the folds of her cloak to give the Iceman a good view of the bandaged stump where her hand had been. “This doesn't make me stronger. This doesn’t help me beat you.” Clover pulled the arm back into the folds of the cloak. She noted that her body was shivering beneath the wet fabric, the bandages covering her wounds also becoming sodden in the mild rain. To follow Doctor’s orders would have been better for her recovery though her current gambit was the betterment of her future on board the Ymir. “After you butchered me the first time, you made my life yours. You make me dress in those… lewd clothes and do your stupid errands. You mock and demean me all the time for entertainment. And then you wonder why I’m an ‘impertinent brat’?” Clover spat at the beach below, her words laced with contempt. Her shivers had turned to noticeable shakes, a combination of her discomfort and suppressed anger. “You expect me to earn my keep and be useful yet you constantly belittle and maim me! I'm your shitty investment so help me get stronger. Stupid Igloo...!” The Sniper bit her tongue and refrained from saying anything worse. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 13 2014, 10:59 PM Post #23 |
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Silence lingered between the pair, moments passing like hours as the tension thickened. But when clover did speak she spoke with strength, not anger, but determined intent. But while this was true, her words were as flabbergasting as ever. His expression froze, half in shock and half from forced paralysis in lieu of his jaw dropping. He’d expected her to be angry about that arm, well honestly he’d expected her to be entirely deflated after a loss like that, sunken to the draws of despair. But this one turning what should have been fear and failure into anger and drive was an act that seldom surprised him any more, she had a knack for keeping motivated even in the most dismal of situations. But what blew all semblance of logic away was the adamant refusal to admit this was entirely of her own doing. He’d not been spoken to in such a way since becoming a captain. Didn’t help her? As though the only important thing amid her trying to kill him was that she come out of it a stronger individual, and whatever happened in or as a consequence of it attend to that objective. It was insanity, what kind of prisoner thought like that? In fact what kind of inhuman creature could have such selfish and single-minded thought patterns? And it was with exactly that thought that he felt his stomach sink somewhere to the depths of his shoes soles. He knew exactly what kind of person saw the world bathed in such self absorbed light…….him. She pissed him off because they were fucking alike? This had to be the worst joke the cosmos had every played on him, nay any pirate for that matter. Though while it was true he didn’t particularly like the path she’d taken to get there, the fact remained there had been a change in the girl. Before she’d been nothing but sullen and contemptuous, silent and loathing. But now she knew what she wanted and the best path to get there, and even though it meant asking the man she wanted to kill the most for help, she was willing to for the sake of what lay ahead. That kind of resolve he could respect, though it was he had to admit somewhat surprising, come this mornings display he’d fully expected her to descend into a manic mess, nothing but screaming and tantrums to eventually it led to execution. If he was being honest however, he preferred this option. Despite his expression having gone unchanged for the length of her monologue, one of stifled surprise and confusion, what came at it’s end was contrary to anything those two should have eluted from him. A light chuckle, almost as though mocking himself for ending up in a situation this ridiculous. Taking his jacket off he tossed it to the girl sat on the railings falling heave in her lap, somehow having gotten all her words out without being overrun by chattering teeth. ”You’re dripping all over the place dumbass, get inside and dry off, we’re heading out soon.” heading back towards the ship, his shirt quickly becoming damp and sodden with rain ”Don’t blame me if you end up regretting your choice, you’ll see a world worse than hell itself, but if you survive who knows how much you might improve.” With that he headed for the door to return to his room once more for a change of clothes and some food before the messenger arrived, as he had no doubt it would. A new challenge was set before him, he’d never taken a student before and was entirely unsure about how to approach it. But he’d told that girl he would make her stronger and there was no backing out of it now. Training her so that she may one day kill him, it was a ridiculously obscene proposal but somehow he felt as though it could have been no more fitting for him, sharpening a tigers fangs so he could test himself against them in the future, it might even be a little fun. They’d fought enough that he knew a general map of the girls strengths and weaknesses, but it was her method of attack that posed the biggest obstacle, he could make her stronger physically, that was just a matter of doing as he did and throwing her into real combat against deadly opponents time and time again. He could tell her how to use her abilities better, from an observers point of view nothing could be more straightforward and as the man who had beaten her twice it was even more evident. But he couldn’t for the life of him help with those odd armaments she wielded. Colored paints laced with drugs, specialized projectiles, these were things he knew nothing about, though he was sure enough he could find someone who did. Passing the threshold into the vessels interior he stopped a passing crewman, telling him to take a bowl of soup to the girl once she was back inside, the last thing he needed was half his crew downed with the fucking sniffles. The cafateria was bright with illumination, thrumming with activity, almost blinding after being stood in the overcast weather for so long. Taking a plate piled high with meat and a little potatoes and a bowl filled with broth he sat towards the back, not looking to be disturbed. His men milled about him, each engrossed in their own conversations, or whatever inane antics tickled their fancy this time, he got a grin, wave or some other gesture of respect whenever and eye was caught but they knew better than to bother him directly when he was eating. Turmoil roiled in his gut, unsure about how to proceed with this place. When he looked at it he saw a diamond in the rough, it had everything necessary to be a goldmine yet currently it was riddled with scum under leadership too weak to do anything substantial about it. It would be his, that was a decision made already, the question was how did he go about acquiring it? Drum had been a disaster, the rushed attempts of a man looking to take territory as a statement with no real means of keeping it to his name. But now was different, while he philandered about with this title of shichibukai he could do as he pleased without marine intervention so long as it complied to an extent with their aims. He was sure he could throw them a bone in there somewhere. Was the best path in overthrowing it though through negotiation or force? With the latter he could inspire those around through fear and reverence, but it was also likely to burn a lot of bridges those who were in league with the current regime would not want to deal with him so the infrastructure would be lost. It also meant watching out initially for those plotting against him, as there would undoubtedly be hurt feelings. On the other hand people who were used to being in charge did not like retuning to taking orders, which meant that while in the long term he had no doubt it would bring them profit convincing would not be so easy, and initially stooping to an amicable advance ran the risk of making him look vulnerable. It was a tricky dilemma but not one that he had long to consider, one of his men scarpering down to tell him there was a man asking for him outside. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 15 2014, 04:16 AM Post #24 |
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Though the act was probably out of some uncharacteristic sense of chivalry, the weighty titanium weave jacket nearly knocked the Sniper off her perch. Only the spikes she had driven into the side of the Ymir kept the weakened girl from toppling straight to the floor, her gut and lower wounds experienced sharp stings of pain that caused her to flinch and bend forward in shock. Clover gasped, lost for breath as Izuru spoke and then went on his way. It took a couple more minutes of breathless recovery before she actually budged from her seat. “Moron.” Clover hissed through her teeth at the departed Shichibukai. The jagged hooks jutting out from her cybernetic legs reclined back into the heels, the female free to swing her legs back over the railings and drop from the seat onto the deck of the vessel. Her first steps were awkward, her non-organic body parts coping fine but her battered upper body responding to every movement with a new ache. Her one hand still clung to the Shichibukai’s jacket, despite its hardiness when thrown, the material was surprisingly lightweight and easy enough for the Sniper to carry despite its size. She still despised Izuru but begrudgingly slung the gift over her shoulders for comfort. As the man the jacket was tailored for was practically twice her size, it almost served as a second cloak, hanging down to her knees as she made her way back inside the Ymir. Out of petty revenge, she hoped that her various afflictions would stain and ruin the jacket for the Shichibukai. Fortunately the Iceman had not commented on the door she had kicked down earlier. Clover backtracked through the opening to escape the continuous rain, though her progress was stunted beyond that point. After a few strides indoors, the Sniper had instinctively shaken to rid her form of the excess rain that had not already seeped into her clothing, though the action ended up unbalancing her fragile state. Clover fell towards the nearest wall and slid down it to the floor, landed on her side and lay there in a state of defeat. It was not the warmth of the bed she had abandoned to confront the Shichibukai but Clover did not mind the damp layers that served as her new blankets, nor the solid metal floor that acted as her new mattress. Clover rested her head against the metal and heard the distant whirling and clicks of the Ymir’s inner mechanisms. The inventor did not mind the noise. She was content with what she had traded away for the achievements of the last few minutes. “I’ll learn all your tricks… and then I’ll beat you…” Clover mused quietly. |
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Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot Rockets • Bounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • Fiore • Rank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line Other Characters
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 17 2014, 06:04 AM Post #25 |
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Word of the new arrival halted Izuru mid mouthful, putting down the utensil and pushing the tray away from himself, it seemed there truly was no rest for the wicked in this day and age. With his jacket preoccupied he looked less than formal but still far from a mess, it’d do for a meeting of this caliber, after all how smart did he really need to appear to tell a bunch of old men their shit was his? Hands buried deep in his pocket he headed out front, the steady numbing pitter patter of rain still showering all around him. The figure was alone, wearing naught but a green plastic mac to ward the rain, it’s hood risen to hide their face. Upon closing the distance the height difference between the two was staggering but the figure seemed undaunted, uncaring even, this was naught but another chore it seemed. ”Are you Izuru Kazerhara?””What of it?””You requested an audience with the elders did you not? I am maki, your guide, it should go without saying but you will be coming alone.””Then lead on””Do not stray large one, there are many dangers on the way, wild animals would set upon you should you deter even a little from the correct path””How bout you worry about your ass and I’ll worry about mine hmm?” with a dismissive grunt the figure seemed all but convinced, sprinted off ahead. The ice man held back momentarily, just long enough to open his den den mushi ”I’m leaving to meet with this islands elders, if I haven’t returned within 2 hours you’ll need to follow.” a smirk curved his mouth a little, it was half the sadistic pleasure of knowing how undesirable the idea of leaving the ship with those injuries would be, and half knowing she was sturdy enough to rise to the task any way. There was a niggling voice in the bag of his head that voiced concerns over the logistics of the girl operating her weapons with one hand, but it wasn’t as though it was going to grow back, so what better time to start learning to accommodate? Sprinting after the now distant figure the rain pelted him in the face, it didn’t take long to catch up to him, though the man was almost entirely soaked through by the time he did so. No time was wasted, and no quarter given for a lack of abilities. Avoiding the riff raff along with the pest control problems meant they were leaping from roof top too roof top almost as soon as they entered the islands main city, throngs of people rampant down below, punctuated every so often be figures tearing up the streets screaming as rabid animals nipped at their heels. You really could get a good over view of the island from this type of vantage point, and it was a cess pit. Vulgar naked transgressions taking place in any alleyway of bush that was available, powders, pills, and liquids, snorted, swallowed and injected, anything narcotic, any type of vice here seemed readily available and in demand. They didn’t give a fuck what it was they were intoxicated on they simply wanted it in their bodies and the number of shadow clad transactions he saw take place made the mouth water, all that money thrown about so easily, how had he not found this place before now. They were filthy, nothing but swine reveling in their own filth, but they were fattened and gluttonous, nowhere else would you find so primed a harvest. As they crossed the town a building rose up in the distance, Surrounded to it’s rear by towering mountains they had forged themselves somewhat of an enclave. It was to rowe rowe as the masters house was to a plantation. Wide open entrance with plant life seen for the first time on the island. A gravel walk way leading up to a towering mansion whose marble pillars, towering arched doorways and rows of shimmering glass windows put it several cuts above anything else built on the island. Walking towards the building messenger along side him the pair halted only half way up the drives length, a row of 5 men stood to impede their path, presumably the same five men he had come here today to meet. ”So you must be Kazehara hmm? Welcome to our island, can we offer you any refreshments?” the one that spoke first appeared to be the leader of thei pack, he had a bald head sporting and array of tribal tatoo’s while over his suited shoulders was draped a thick fur coat."Will you not be inviting me inside?" ”Boy, we’ve not yet decided wether you will even be leaving this island at all, don’t presume to get ahead of yourself.” While a baiting smirk curved izuru’s lips the first to speak, barbossa broke into a full blown smile, each and every one of his golden teeth on full display ”Perhaps you’re right, the cold dismal atmosphere is no place for this conversation, let us head inside.” The inside of the building was no less grandiose that the exterior, towering portraits lined the walls, while each and every item of furniture looked as though it would fit right at home in any hall of antiquities. Precious metals embossed many of the pieces while gem stones sparkled in their setting. These men were living well, a testament to the life of a pirate played well and what you could expect as a retirement package if you followed such a path. Led into a large foyer Izuru took a seat on a red velvet draped couch while the others sat themselves in almost a perfect arc in front of him, maki seeming to have disappeared along the way. ”I’ll be blunt, I want this island, and I’m told you men are the people to see about making that happen.””And just what makes you think you can just barge in here and make demands like this of men such as us??” ”Do you not read the papers?” the ice man queried back, an eyebrow raised as though it were the most rudimentary of questions. There was indignation in the voice tinted with French accent, he did not like izuru, that the ice man could tell instantaneously but what was more prying was that it was his pride that seemed to make him feel such rejection, that could be useful. ”So tell me, just what would you do with this place were it to fall under your control?” the blonde who had been so offended before shot a scathing looked at the elderly looking male, disgusted as the thought of even entertaining the idea ”It wouldn’t be all too different form what you have happening currently, though this set up, it’s wasteful. I would turn this into a haven, where anyone from any back ground can find solace and refuge, for a price. We will charge a rental fee to those staying longer than 48 hours. We have the bars serve more than piss water, the casinos no longer crooked, and with better standards we entice more clientele, people willing to stay in the long term, people willing to rent from us their safety. As a warlord keeping the marines out of the way wouldn’t be too problematic, and in return all we need to do is toss them those who run out of money, they’d be of no more use anyway. And perhaps my favorite part, those not even worth tossing to the marines we set to the animals, they need not be a rampant pain all across the island, We turn them into an entertainment source, where people can work off their debt by surviving the charge, the gambling revenue alone would be more than enough to cover the costs of setting up. So, would you like me to make you all obscenely rich men? Or must we do this the hard way?” In the wake of his words he could feel a palpable change in the rooms mood, before what had been 5 men determined to dismiss whatever he was here too say was now five men left in discord by what they had heard. ”You come in here and demand we take a piece of something we own entirely already, and we’re supposed to roll over and accept it? Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to kid?” Izuru paused for a moment in the face of such direct hostility measuring his words before speaking them, ”I came here to speak to you as equals not out of necessity but out of respect, do no make the mistake of thinking you are my superior. In terms of the connections and reach I have as a warlord it far exceeds anything you could muster, and as for taking a piece of a pie you already own, lets not bullshit each other.” his fingers intersected one another, hands steepled, leaning forward as he dismantled the opposition ”There are enough rumors going around that this place is in the pocket of another warlord, but no matter who the benefactor is the fact remains five aging relics could not have hoped to hold this place on their own, this is not yours, I am merely offering you a chance to prepare for retirement a little better, after all none of you are getting any younger.” ”What stupidity, of course this island is ours” his words flustered and already sounding less sure of themselves ”And even if we were to listen to you, there’s no guarantee you could even do anything for this island, you fuck up and we’d just be left with our work in pieces” It was obvious his attack was unexpected, exactly as he would have wanted it to be. His reputation was that of a hard headed thug who took what he wanted by brute force, which in fairness wasn’t exactly untrue. To be dealing with someone they needed to treat as a man rather than a foolish boy was not something these old men were fully prepared for. In the silence that followed Izuru broke a packet of smokes from his pocket, a little soggy from the rain but still functional enough, tapping the rear end on his palm and shaking one loose before nabbing it between his lips. ”This is ridiculous, any one can see that. The fact that you old farts would even consider something like this is beyond obscene. Some young upstart gets a few awards and thinks he rules the sea’s and we’re supposed to just hand over everything we’ve worked for? Fuck that and fuck you, I’ll put an end too all of this here and now.” In a single sublime movement he had crossed the room, long flowing golden locks trailing behind him, halting only once his rapier had entirely impaled his target. Undeterred izuru flicked the light he’d retrieved from his pocket, igniting the smoking tool before exhaling a pungent cloud engulfing the man whose weapon currently made it’s home directly through his heart. ”If you’d wanted this sort of party, you should have said so sooner, I would have happily obliged.” drawing his own arm black where it promptly took on the onyx sheen he was becoming so familiar with, before ploughing the hook into the side of the blonde pirates head sending him rocketing across the room before landing with a thunderous impact in the fireplace. As the dust cloud cleared the disjointed figure could be seen bending his body back into the right shape as vines writhed across his form returning it to normality, it seemed they shared at least one thing in common. ”You think one lucky punch is enough to stop me ?!?! I’ll fucking kill you!!””ENOUGH!” the bald mans voice carrying over all other sound within the room and silencing them all at once. ”We will need a little time to discuss this, I trust you find that acceptable. In the mean time feel free to use the islands facilities as you like, considering yourself our guest. I’ll have one of my men set up a tab for you and your people””That’s most hospitable, I’ll return after nightfall to get your awnser” Coming back to the ship was not too taxing a task, he felt like he was starting to know this island well enough to traverse it, at least without getting entirely lost. Though it did take markedly longer than it would have a native. The men seemed to be milling about, their usual dreary appearance suggestive that clover had not made an appearance from below yet. Did he need to check on her? It seemed likely enough the doctor had done his job but the last think he needed was the girl going into shock in one of his beds. Taking the route through deck two he had to pinch the bridge of his nose at the sight of the door kicked from it's hinges, he was a man with the wealth of kings and the thrift of a nohzer never taking solace in the wasteful use of money. It was as though they did not comprehend just how much repairs cost in this place. Dongdongdong, three resounding knocks rapped one after another in quick succession to rouse the sleeping princess. "Oi rise and shine, it's time for your training to get started." he might have been at a loss as for how best to improve her, but there was one skill above all he'd found invaluable in the grandline. Haki. If he was going to raise her a little closer to his level, this was where they would begin. techs
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 17 2014, 03:17 PM Post #26 |
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“Mmm… uh?” The comforting bliss of her slumber was interrupted by three metal knocks, heavier and closer than the rhythmic noises of the Ymir that helped carry her off to sleep. They were accompanied also by a voice and words, though the Sniper drew little meaning from them as she was waking. After a silent pause, the girl actually lifted her head from the metal floor it had been rested on, her vision not up to its usual precise standards as she looked around absently. Her first thought was to wonder where she was. The metal floor was not a soft mattress despite the cloak and jacket she had to cushion her tired body. She sat up gradually, the ad hoc blankets slipping off her shoulders and down her side as she looked from side to side. The bandages covering her torso had dried significantly during her rest, as had the rest of her clothing and the wounds they concealed had not reopened. At least she could not feel any breaks, Clover was not immediately one hundred percent as she glanced up and down the corridor. “Achoo!” Clover sneezed suddenly, the malady still inflicted on her. Absently she used the cusp of the jacket to wipe her noise as her eyes found a set of legs. She followed them upwards until she found a face staring down at her. It took a second to identify the Shichibukai. Her expression hardened, eyes narrowing as she glared at the Iceman. Even with the promises she had extracted from him, her initial reactions to Izuru were still scornful. She quickly reached down to her stained cloak and pulled it back up around her shoulders with one hand, incapable of using the other to aid the process due to a certain someone. What had he uttered as she awoke? Clover repeated the words silently in her mind. Was he insane? She already knew the answer to that. Still the Shichibukai's insistence on training her on the same day he had butchered her struck the female as counter productive. With several fresh injuries, the green haired girl was not keen to risk aggravating her wounds. As Izuru had bluntly stated, there was no doctor on the ship. Just to prove her point, the Sniper pressed her back against the wall and used it as an aid to stand back up. Her cybernetic legs locked into place to keep her from swaying, though her posture was slumped as leaned against the side of the corridor. “I can barely stand.” Clover responded with a frown. “No thanks to you.” She wiped her nose with the jacket again. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 18 2014, 03:05 PM Post #27 |
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Morning was clearly not the girls favored time of day, though in this instance it was but a pseudo-morning the end of what had been but a brief and clearly not entirely reinvigorating nap. Much like a mole pulled to the surface she pawed about the room trying to gain her bearings, eyes open barely a fraction as they attempted to perceive with waning success the world around them. She really had chose an odd place to lay her head, taking to the floor rather than her bed and deciding his jacket and the cloak she’d worn to fend of the rain were enough as blankets, an odd affection for discomfort given her bed was so close but perhaps this was a product of exhaustion, a symptom he knew only too well. Illness still had it’s grip upon her, the sneeze resounding around the small metal cabin, a twang of almost physical pain as he watched his jacket used as snot rag. He should have been enraged, he should have been demanding to know just how little she valued other people’s possessions to use them in such a way. But he didn’t, nor did he particularly want to. Perhaps it was how pathetic she looked bunged up and plague ridden with naught but hand me downs and fabric scraps to cover her bandaged body, or maybe it was simply the toll of a wearying day, maybe even some obscure combination of the two, but he just didn’t seem to care. Not now, not today. Though she’d surely pay for it come training time. His presence was not well received, a defiant glare boring through his frozen body, but one that he returned with an expression of frost indifference, no intention of being swayed no matter how little desire was held for his company. Quick to cover herself clover was no slower in verbalizing her disdain for his idea, but this class was not optional. He needed her to return to fighting fit as soon as possible, and rise past that just as quick, they didn’t have time for her to be taking nap breaks as and when she pleased, especially not for self inflicted injuries. ”Barely is good enough” pausing as his body cringed at the sight of mucus smeared across his tailored fabrics once more ”We’re heading outside, if you have the energy to complain you should be using it to move that ass” Though the overcast nature meant that the lighting level was never particularly high throughout the day even here it was notable when dusk approached. What little light the island did garner from a sun kept in seclusion not being supplemented by burning pyres of wood, as torches lined the coast. Once both had made it into the early evening air he headed down for the beach, deciding it would make a better venue for what was to come. ”I suppose first off it’s easier to show you than simply explain. You’re going to be learning haki, because currently your armory is cripplingly under stocked which makes you inflexible and predictable.” walking the beaches length he found a stick of drift wood of suitable size, swinging it through the air a few times for measure before finally deciding it was satisfactory. ”Mastery of haki gives you acess to a wide array of abilities but they can generally be classed between what are known as colors. First we have the color of armaments.” A familiar onyx sheen taking over his hand before shifting from his limb to the stick it held. A feral roar thundered out from above as yogi leapt from the ships deck arms raised as he arced through the air before slamming both down upon the stick below with a dull thud, the piece refusing to give way to his crushing weight. ”This can be used to strengthen that which it is channeled into, enhancing your attacks and turning even the most ambiguous of tools into a weapon. And perhaps more pertinent to you it renders the bodied of devil fruit users entirely vulnerable. I’ve heard with practice even making physical barriers is possible, but im not so well versed as to give you a demonstration.” a smirk curving his lips fully in the knowledge of what news of a way to harm him would do to her. ”Next would be the color of observation, this involves seeing without sight, sensing the presence of the world around you and by reading your opponent even with practice predicting their actions” As he gave the explanation he closed his eyes, Yogi’s large lumbering paws darting through the air to swipe at him time and time again, izuru unmoving as he avoided each and every blow with a simple sway of the body ”You should be at least a little familiar with this already, you noticed im sure the difference in my movements when we fourth earlier” the subject of their fight was likely a sore spot for clover, to go along with the multiple others currently littering her body, but they’d make no progress in avoiding the issue. ”There’s talk of another color, the color of the conqueror, available to only one in ten million, allowing you to subdue others by imposing your will upon them. But I don’t think you really need worry about something like that in this instance.” fully convinced clover had no shot at beating those odds, after all if he the man who would rule all men did not possess such constitution what chance did she have? ”For now we’ll on getting you attuned to this new sense” giving a nod one of his men approached clover blindfold in hand to seal off her sense of sight ”Dodge the stick” he offered without any further information before swinging it, fully intent on twatting the girl in the head ”All life has a presence, not one you can see, hear, touch or smell but one you must feel, reach for with your 6th sense.” Swinging the stick again with no intention of holding back if she didn’t avoid it ”Once you can do that your first step will be complete, and you will have opened the door” another swing coming in to ensure no respite was given. |
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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 21 2014, 07:43 AM Post #28 |
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((sry team, was ill)) The Shichibukai was such an idiot. Clover dragged her heels as she followed the Iceman outside, wishing she had not even bothered to demand his help a few hours earlier. The Sniper knew better. Izuru would take any opportunity he could get to inflict misery on her and these lessons merely served as another avenue for the male to abuse. Forced to play his twisted game, the girl took some petty revenge by spluttering on his jacket one last time and then abandoned it in the hallway as she followed, her eyes quick enough to catch the flinches in his expression when she dirtied the loaned piece of apparel. Back out on deck, her various injuries became all the more apparent. Her upper body felt stiff, any excessive movement accompanied by a sharp kick to her nervous system. The girl was glad that her lower appendages were cybernetic and thus had not suffered the same afflictions, otherwise her capacity to stand would not be barely. She still disagreed with the notion that she was in a good state of health for the training but did not want to risk turning down any lessons. Just one hiccup and the bastard would probably refuse to grant her any further instruction. “Haki?” Clover repeated in a skeptical tone, half convinced Izuru had made up the word on the spot. However, any doubt she had about the truth in the term ceased to matter after his first demonstration with the bear and the stick. She noticed no visual trick, and had previous fought the Shichibukai when he was coated in the mysterious onyx substance. This was the real deal. He was also a terrible teacher. "What’s a devi-" After the rapid fire demonstrations and crash course tutoring, Clover was taken aback enough to be surprised by the goon with the blindfold. Her first instinct was to remove the piece of cloth straight away, though the end of the stick struck her across the head before she could reach the knot at the back. “Ow.” The cyborg grumbled, her mood taking a sudden dip. This was childish. “Quit it.” She snapped after the second swipe. He had just filled her head with several lumps of bullshit and then started smacking her around with a stick? This in no way constituted a lesson. Riled by the pathetic display, Clover waited and listened. She did not understand the sixth sense Izuru alluded to, perhaps it was just basic instinct. But of the senses he had not decided to blind, she had her hearing to rely on to avoid such brutish attacks. The girl could hear the stick whistle through the air. She ducked the stick and stepped back, removing the blind fold with her single hand. “You’re such an asshole.” Clover hissed at her teacher, throwing the fabric to the floor. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Mar 24 2014, 02:57 AM Post #29 |
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She was unresponsive, but that was to be expected. There was not an aspect to their encounter that had not eluted her griping, grumbling, groaning nature in some shape, way, or form. However if that was enough to cause izuru to halt the things he intended to do, his parents would have won and he would still be naught but an office clerk in some towering building back on factoria. As it was she’d have to suck it up, injuries were he result of one’s own weakness and served as a reminder that improvement was necessary. Using them as a crutch would only serve to inhibit growth, and clover had such a very long way to go that there really wasn’t time for such luxuries. That said she looked far from her best, far even from suitable in an ideal scenario, there was a small voice that queried just what It was garnering her the ability to put one foot in front of the other. Pale and sickly he could almost see the heat lines of a fever warp the air above her, mirages produced in the hazy aura, obviously another good reason to be out here in the cooling rain. Mother nature being the best cure for all ailments, that and a steady diet of not being a little bitch mixed evenly with a cup of get the fuck over it. His explanation was clear and succinct, what he had underestimated however was clovers knowledge of the world. Haki was the first point of confusion, understandable given he’d not known it’s true name till it was taught to him but it did beg the question why ask a man whose in the midst of explaining it to you, though she never had been much good at keeping those lips sealed. Though the query that came next took even him by surprise, clover able almost to ask him what a devil fruit was before his crewman snared her with the blindfold halting her in her tracks, that was something she should have garnered and awsner to long before now, you’d think a man whose body shifted between human and ice would be enough to prompt a little investigation into the matter but regardless he’d not be making the discovery a spoon fed endeavor. She was not however quick to pick it up, her temper however was able to disintegrate at lightning speeds. It was a challenge to take this from the beginning, since in his experience the first step had been to walk the border between life and death almost losing his way several times, the scar where his left arm had been rejoined to his body aching at the memory, but such facilities weren’t available here. However from there his next step had been to become in tune with senses outside his own which was where the involvement of the blindfold and the stick had come in, for him it had been nearly 500 times he’d been struck before even gaining a glimpse of it coming towards him, taking double the toll if he had avoided it without such supernatural abilities a feat his teacher had seen through with ease. And much like her he had reacted poorly, though the difference was in his case all it took was a reminder that it was he who had asked for help, he could walk away at any time and if that was the strength of his determination then teaching would be useless anyway. It was much the same in this case, if she didn’t get stronger she would die, and if her will to grow was weak enough to be deterred by this then too bad, or perhaps it was just that she didn’t trust him enough to assume he was doing this for her benefit rather than his own enjoyment, it wasn’t untrue he did have some fun hitting her with a stick, but either way she’d asked for his help so when she was ready to receive it then she’d be back. ”Ever the whining brat eh?” giving an audible sigh as she snapped, casting the blindfold so lovingly hand crafted by his mooks to the sandy ground. ”Perhaps it’s my fault for thinking you could be taught” lamenting his mistake as much to himself as to anyone else. ”Well you’ve heard all you need to anyway” tossing the blackened stick at her feet where the hue promptly began to fade. ”Once you can do at least that much, I’ll take you a little further, im sure if you asked pleasantly yogi might help you out a little, I’d suggest one of your oh so adoring fans but I doubt they’d even be able to swing a stick your way.” a cold glare falling on the man who’d done nothing but oogle clover since strapping on the blind fold. No sooner had their exchange ceased the very ground beneath their feet rumbled and shook, a thunderous crash echoing out from some far side of the island. Looking over his shoulder he saw a thick cloud of smoke billowing out in explosion at the islands borders. As it cascaded outwards a shrill whistling came after it, followed by yet another explosive crash. The sound of cannon fire, this place was being bombarded. The urge to pinch his noses bridge rising once again he restrained himself, using that hand instead to take his freshly cleaned and pressed jacket from the mook that had come scarpering out the ship with it prepared. He didn’t know what was happening but it was safe to say it he was involved enough now that it would require his attention. Slipping one arm in after the after he donned his most trusted piece of clothing, feeling complete once more as he buttoned up it's front. ”Come, we’re heading inland. You should see at least a little more of this island, you might even call it home for a while.” With that he turned on his heel and moved, his mind still wandering across just who it could be that was attacking. It didn’t seem necessary to bring the men, even with one arm clover would be of more use than the lost of them, though the type of opponent invading was still somewhat indiscernible. The marines didn’t seem to bad a bet given the number of bounties here, but if the rumors of warlord affiliation were true then they should not have been an issue, at least not if the fool was doing his job right. A pissed off pirate taking his frustrations out on the island? Perhaps pirates were generally volatile by nature, and with the advances in technology with enough money creating rampant destruction was not something reserved just for devil fruit users any more. And finally what was left of his scenario’s, a bounty hunting armada, regardless of how well you kept a place like this out of marine interest there was no way that such a honey pot of bounties could go unnoticed. That said he’d never heard of bounty hunters organizing such a coordinated attack, they usually worked individually or in 2-4 man cells at most. To gather an army, that was unheard of. Surprisingly though the islands pirate population seemed wholly unpturbed by the series of events, though perhaps it was that the side of the island he traversed was far enough that the action was currently little more than loud noises, loud noises that were not incentive enough for a gathering of intoxicated inebriated degenerated to leave a table full of booze and snacks for. That said as he saw the crap shacks dwindle in number, and the towering shape of the northern most mansion bordering the islands mountain region rising up ahead of him he could see at least one group of people were taking action. Their compound looking far more active than it had earlier. Men already surrounded the perimeter with more in squads patrolling the inner grounds, it was a fortress, something that had not gone unnoticed on his first visit but only now could be fully appreciated. Approaching the towering gate he moved to walk through it but was halted as one of the men stepped into his path, a look of unrestrained irritation creased his face immediately, hand twitching in his pocket as he resisted the urge to tear the obstructions throat out. “State your name and buisness” ”Move” “I will not ask you again, state your name and buisness now or you will be treated as hostile!!” only a second away from showing the mouthy brat just what real hostility looked like a clamoring voice halted the animosity before it could develop ”It’s fine let him in” came the begrudging tones of captain bart cambro he’d met before, though who now looked markedly different clad in full armor with a shield and spear in hand. ”What the fuck is going on here?” ”It’s nothing, someone is blowing off a little steam, but in our position we must take every precaution” he said the words but they did not resonate with truth, something about his shifty gaze, on edge demeanor and general apprehensiveness hinted at something deeper going on here ”The others are waiting inside, please go and speak with them, but we will need you too remain within the building a little longer until this is resolved, it would be bad form to show something so vulgar to a guest” Izuru’s eyes glinting as he picked up on the man’s misstep ”But I thought you said this was nothing?” ”It is as I said, but we like to prepare for every eventuality” there was a hint of fluster to his words but nothing so potent as to give the game away ”Whatever, just don’t be too long.” an almost dismissive answer before heading for the mansions main entrance. 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| ♠ Shamma | Mar 24 2014, 02:51 PM Post #30 |
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Clover shot back a stubborn frown as Izuru lamented his decision to tutor her. The iceman was on typical form as he berated her, ignorant to his own incompetence as a teacher. The Sniper had not expected much, a crash course with demonstrations followed by a few swipes from a stick was level with everything else the Shichibukai had inflicted on her. Yet her disposition to defy him won over and decided that she deserved so much better, Clover was a willing learner in the right environment. Izuru could only provide a frosty tundra of abuse. She glared down at the stick as it struck the toe of her boot, half listening to the remainder of his advice. The ghastly creature he called a pet was instantly banished. It stunk more than Izuru and she was certain she had spotted it maiming random crew members. And as for her adoring followers… their kindness gave her the creeps. Besides, she did not want to be beaten with a stick whilst blindfolded. It was an impractical and stupid method; better would be to learn the deeper theory to the ‘Haki’ and apply it mentally. Clover knew not to bother making such a suggestion to her awful teacher though. With a spiel of whispered curses, the cyborg bent a knee to pick up the stick with her able hand. Naturally Clover was aware of the explosive outbursts and commotion emanating from the island but she did not acknowledge it with any action. She sniffled a bit as her nose got itchy, smothered the urge to sneeze and continued to stare down at the stick in her palm. It lacked any added weight, the thin layer of bark was rough when she pressed her finger against it so she deduce it was probably wood. Clover was suspicious enough of the Shichibukai to consider the possibility of him planting some specially crafted material shaped as a stick and using it to mess with her. Yet when she pushed on a single point with her thumb, the exterior of the driftwood was shed with ease under the pressure of her skin. Snapping it in half would be effortless. “What?” Clover responded. She had heard every word clearly enough whilst inspecting the stick, it was the mention of getting homey on the haven of scum and villainy that drew out her single worded exclamation. Of course the Iceman ignored her less than content reaction, and went off without even granting her the opportunity to prepare herself. The cyborg stayed fixed to the spot for the seconds that followed, quietly contemplating the urge to ignore the man and stay on the ship. The green haired girl did not particularly want to roam around somewhere she knew next to nothing about, bar Izuru’s mention that it was a pirate’s haven. Especially not when she was in a state of recovery, her clothing in a state and without a single external weapon in her current arsenal. But at the same time, Clover had to consider the drawbacks to her sticking strategy. Another attack from Izuru was likely to be far more dangerous than anything she might encounter of Rowe Rowe. Her unspoken agreement was accompanied with another splattering of whispered insults. As she left the ship, the Sniper pulled up her tattered cloak to cover her neck and lower face, also folding the fabric more around her bandaged upper body for comfort and warmth. She quickened her pace until she caught up with the leading pirate, and followed closely in his towering shadow. On previous occasions she had been prone to stalk the Shichibukai at a distance, but in her current state she probably looked like fresh pickings on a lawless island. Better to avoid the hassle by sticking close to the intimidating figure of Izuru. It was about half way through their trek that Clover started to regret her decision. It was not fatigue or the aches of her various maladies that inflicted this change of heart but her overly aware mind. The things she was seeing on the poverty stricken and downtrodden streets of the island made Osula look like a sweet little neighbourhood. She was actually a little offended that Izuru had even compared the two places. Only on the backstreets of Osula did you witness daylight crime such as robbery or assault. But Rowe Rowe… it was happening everywhere, and far worse than the petty theft or beatings. Clover had counted no less than four murders on their short journey, each with an increasing degree of careless violence and vulgarity that made her a little ill. Worse the people of the island did a plethora of more disturbing things in the open, shooting up all manner of chemicals or selling still beating organs harvested from some unfortunate victim. The prude cyborg did not care for the number of people she had spotted rutting in the street like dogs… “Osula is better than this.” Clover had snapped once at the back of the Shichibukai along the journey. She had wanted to repeat it several more times before they arrived at the fortress. She fully anticipated a confrontation when the Shichibukai got a less than welcoming greeting from the guard at the gate, only to be pleasantly surprised when someone above ushered him in. Not wanting to be left on her own in the hellhole, Clover followed at his side where possible and in his step where not. The remaining security gave them no further trouble, she presumed her presence as an associate of Izuru meant no questions or checks were directed at her. Still she watched out for anyone eyeing her too closely, her small trip through wonderland enough to make Clover wary of every single inhabitant of the forsaken place. When they were inside, she grumbled audibly. “This is the most disgusting pile of filth… how dare you compare it to Osula!” Clover hissed at Izuru, wary of being heard by anyone other than the Iceman. She still had the stick in hand, some bark breaking away beneath her clenched fist. “Why are we even here?” |
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