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Four leaves of bad luck
Topic Started: Feb 26 2014, 01:20 PM (1,707 Views)
Shamma
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She did not like public ceremonies.

In the depths of the Ymir, a vessel that had not budged from its place in the docks for well over a month, the Sniper toiled away in her workshop. The room, at least in her opinion, had been wasted space granted to some of the crew members as a relaxation area. She had cleared them out a couple of weeks ago and set about converting the area to a functional workspace. Izuru had been too busy or merely did not bother about her activities, the Iceman frequently occupied by the day to day tasks of ruling the garbage tip he had taken over.

Metal shelves lined the walls and bulbs hung low from the ceiling. Around a hastily constructed generator, several desks were hooked up together whilst on the opposite side an open space had been left as a testing area. In between the two spaces, an assortment of scrap lay in heaps that the cyborg would drift over and pick through every so often. She did not have the finest materials in the land to work with. Clover knew she could pressure some of the Igloo’s lackeys into finding her better resources but that would risk one of them letting slip her request to the Shichibukai. What she plotted in the belly of ship could easily be construed as treachery.

Yet Clover was smart enough to keep those deceitful blueprints hidden away until the moments where her privacy was assured. On the opening day of Izuru’s ridiculous junkyard conversion resort, she was liable to be intruded upon by any member of his crew asking for her presence at the event. The green haired girl had no intention of gracing them with her presence but she knew it would not matter how many times she rejected the invitation, the morons would still keep asking her until the dawn of the next day. So propped up on the table by a combination of strings and perches was a metallic arm, its exterior plating peeled back so the inventor could meddle with its inards.

Work was slow with a single hand. Once her first project was completed and installed, Clover hoped her productivity would increase dramatically. However until that moment, the girl had to piece together the mechanical appendage slowly and carefully. It was not the first cybernetic arm she had constructed; the Sniper had designed a simpler and cruder limb for one of her former Artisan associates. This arm was far more sophisticated, Clover selfishly reserving her best work for herself.

And it was nearly complete.

The bleating of the snail phone at the end of the desk broke her concentration. Clover took a step back from her apparatus, dragging a gloved hand across her brow before she lifted the set of goggles from her eyes. Only one person bothered to contact her by den den mushi and the thought of that man turned the Sniper’s mood sour, a frown forming on her lips where before there had been childlike enthusiasm for her work. Bar skewering the snail with the screwdriver in her hand, Clover did not know how to turn off the communication device. But that did not mean she had to answer the call, merely wait out the patience of the caller until he gave up and left her alone.

"Go away, Igloo" She muttered whilst waiting for the ringing to cease.
Piper • Pirate • Martial Artist/Weapon Specialist • Hot RocketsBounty: 343,000,000 • SD Earned: 881 • Beli: 259,500,000 • Location: Raijin Island

Jija Juju • Marine • Inventor/Marksman/Scholar/Doctor • FioreRank: Rear Admiral • SD Earned: 579 • Beli: 188,000,000 • Location: Couture Island, Grand Line

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The sun shone upon him through the countless panes of glass bordering the building, giving him an almost divine radiance. Today was a good day, he hadn’t realised it, but somewhere along the line travelling hadn’t just becomes a means to an end, he had begun to have an active dislike of sticking in one place too long, and this was one of the places he’d grown more attached to than others, yet still there was a yearning, a phantom tug that pulled him back towards his ship and insisted they set sail soon. Walking the halls towards the downstairs he was impeded by a series of smiling faces, asking if there was anything they could get for him, offering the paper, ready with a drink or otherwise making a nuisance of themselves. It was odd, he’d never get used to this lifestyle of high class living, sure he was used to having people around to serve him, but they were never so eager to kiss his ass that they seemed to spend their entire day simply waiting for the moment they crossed paths to offer some convenience. He called, they came, they did, they left, that was how it had always been, that was how he liked it.

Downstairs dressed and ready to go he explained to jack and bali he would be leaving the majority of the day to day affairs in their hands though one of his men would stay on to keep an eye on things and retain his den den mushi number if direct contact was needed. He liked to believe this place could run autonomously and that he wouldn’t have to worry but time an experience had taught him well not to have such high expectations of people.

Heading back into town he had the small snail on his wrist dial through to clover, their shared apartment had not lasted long, mostly because neither one liked staying in an enclosed space with the other but also slightly because she had repairs to do, the thought of her flailing about with he only hand occupied by a screw driver giving rise to a chuckle, one that was quickly replaced by thoughts of murderous intent as the device continued to ring without awnser. What was wrong with that girl, she had one job to do be around when she was supposed to be, how did she manage to consistently fuck it up?

An already soured mood was not helped by the sea of faces that poked out to greet him as he walked through town, it seemed the people of the island had become acquainted with his face, which meant no matter where he went he was barraged with a slew of free items and well wishers in what could only be considered attempts to get into his good graces. It was like people just forgot he was a bloodthirsty pirate upon taking on the warlord title, now the apparent mayor of this little backwater paradise his reputation only seemed to be improving, several winks sent his way from women while one even went as far as to offer he babies head up for a kiss, an offer that was swiftly retracted upon a stone cold glare giving her a chance to rethink the action.

Yogi at his back seemed to be loving the attention, giving of a feral roar while striking poses with his gangly limbs while those around heralded and praised his burly figure. Apparently word had gotten round of his assistance in the extermination of the lingering elements of the faction that had preceded izuru and none were particularly keen to get on his bad side. Jack and bali had taken care of most the negotiating in the transition, none aside from those dropped had held any particular affinity for the previous regime, but in the same sentence it wasn’t great for public morale if the only story going was that a pirate walked in slaughtered those opposing him and then took over. Of course there were those who knew but for the most part the story circulating was that Leander Hastings had come back to settle a grudge and that izuru had repelled him, stepping in to fill the shoes of those lost in the battle and avoid this place falling prey to any bandit in passing. This legacy of heroism the reason for his current popularity predicament.

Though that was all soon to come to an end, as he neared the central town area he could already smell the scent of the salt crusted sea breeze of the shores ahead of him, the only obstacle left was dodging the influx of tourists before they started begging for hand shakes and the like.
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.

Izuru48 SD 28,350,000 beliBonuses:: N/A
Deductions:: N/A

Clover
33 SD10,050,000 beliBonuses:: N/A
Deductions:: N/A

Leander
10 SD1,992,000 beliBonuses:: N/A
Deductions:: N/A


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EMPTY!


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Edited by TGIFlash, May 24 2014, 08:41 PM.
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Phunk D. Buzzkill • MA/Assassin • Free Agent • Bounty: 346,000,000 beli • SD Earned: 918 • Beli: 148,000,000/397,000,000 • Location: Raijin Island
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