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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2014, 07:24 PM (762 Views) | |
| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 4 2014, 07:24 PM Post #1 |
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"Ohm... Ohm... Ohm..." His eye twitched unintentionally as he attempted perhaps for the last time to concentrate. One wouldn't think that meditation would be something that was considered 'hard'. It was as simple as remaining still, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathe. Unfortunately, for a person who has earned the named "the philosopher", quieting ones mind and focusing on breathe alone was actually quite challenging. This need to ask and answer questions were, in his mind, the very thing that was keeping him from accomplishing the idea of 'second sight'. It was a sixth sense born from the third eye. While he knew how it was supposed to work, there were one too many numbers for him to keep track of. Call it what you want, Haki, Mantra, a sixth sense, the minds eye. He had actually a large foundation of knowledge base as far as this phenomenon, and he understood completely the advantage that it would give a person. Djazz was very much convinced that without utilizing ones ambition, one wouldn't get far. On his home island, Haki was forbidden. It was thought that using ambition to drive ones strength would ultimately lead to chaos... after all, in order to 'win', others must 'lose'. Instead, they learned to gain strength through their art. Those who wanted to become stronger would master their art to the point of perfection, becoming 'grand masters' with their swords. However, no longer on the island, he had full stock of whatever resources he could use. He knew that latent in himself was the ability to master his senses beyond just perception, but just meditation wasn't doing the trick. What was he doing wrong? What more did he need? The less successful he was, the more these questions slowed his progress and invaded his mind when all he was -trying- to think about, was his breathe. "Excuse me sir." A voice appeared, startling Djazz out of his attempt at a trance, "We've almost arrived at the island... all civilians are asked to move to the deck soon." He said. The man was a sailor and young at that; younger than Djazz even by the look of him. "Yeah yeah.." He said as though annoyed, though more frustrated with himself than anything. Djazz had spent most of the time on this ferry in the crows nest where he would be disturbed the least. There weren't many ferry that made trips to Rowe Rowe for civilians, especially when it was more or less a lawless island, and criminal activity was expected. This particular ferry was especially expensive just for that reason, but there was no price he wasn't willing to pay. Money, after all, was just money. Djazz made his way down from the cross nest. Thankfully, there was a spiral staircase which took him down the way to the deck. Many were already gathered there and in the near distance was the growing land mass that he assumed to be Rowe Rowe island. Hopefully he would find what he was looking for there. One lead was better than no leads at all. [/color] Edited by TGIFlash, Apr 4 2014, 07:28 PM.
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| Khalix | Apr 4 2014, 09:48 PM Post #2 |
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The black clouds over the town was a dark ominous feel, a fitting form with the town's chaotic reputation. The waves pushed against the ferry as a storm was blowing in from the west. The black cloud seemed to be spreading across the sky. In the distance the glowing lights of Rowe Rowe Island was a speck that guided them towards the rough and violent island. The people on the Ferry moved about watching the seas with worried expressions as the weather began to change for the worst. The Captain moved among his guest to ease their worries and to show that he wasn't afraid of the coming storm. A man of the sea he was use to this weather and the reactions of non-sailors. He smiled, patted shoulders, and offered drinks as if it was a sunny day on smooth water. His crew moved among the decks, ropes, and sides with ease of rig monkeys who had been doing it for years. Now that the storm was coming they could ready themselves to fight it. As the ship sailed, a pair of ships came in from both sides. For now they were at a distance, simply watching the passing ship to see where it was heading. Now that it's path was known for Rowe Rowe Island they began to move forward. Lanterns were lit on the front of the ships, a loud bell was rang for the ship to stop. Among the crew of Marines who stood out holding swords, guns, and aimed cannons on the ship. Among the first ship stood a hulking form of a creature. Jet black hair fell down his hideously scarred face, one eye covered by a patch with the marine logo on it. He wore no shirt which allowed his massive hulking figure to show the massive scars that riddled his body. Muscled bulged out of his torso and arms. His square jaw was tilted as he smirked at the ship below him. The ships moved closer blocking off the way of the Ferry. The second ship came up on the other side of the ferry, among the crew which most wore some kind of circus attire was it's Lieutenant. A Short clown about three foot two with flaming red afro hair, a large red nose, clown paint, clown shoes, and strapped to his body were hundreds of small bombs that packed hell of a punch. He smirked across to his brother who was staring down at the crew. A squeaky voice came out of his mouth as he spoke to the ferry. "This is the Marines, you will Halt or be fired upon. Your crew will be searched for pirates, bounty hunters, and criminals. Attempt to flee will result in your ship being destroyed." The clown smirked, almost hoping the ship would flee. On the deck of the ferry, the rougher looking men and women stared at the ships with horror, anger, resentment, and fear. Swords, guns, slingshots, bombs, and fists were readied against the words of the Captain trying to calm his passengers. The Hulking figure known as Lieutenant Kane, jumped from his ship and flew through the air to land on the ferry. His very landing caused the Ferry to shake and lean to where he was standing. Up close, he was a beast of eight feet tall, a morning star hung from his waist at four feet long and a chain with a cannon ball on the end was wrapped around his arm. His ship threw out grappling hooks pulling the ship closer. Kane readied his weapon, spinning the ball and chain with a deft flick of his wrist and daring anyone to come close. His ship pulled up and planks were set, ropes pulled and soon both Lieutenants stood on the deck of the ferry. Marines surrounding them. Kane boomed out in a deep baritone. "Drop your weapons and ready your Id's." His one good hazel eye searched the faces of the people on the ship. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 4 2014, 10:29 PM Post #3 |
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It was a cool and gloomy day, especially with the conditions of the clouds and the looming threat of what appeared to be a storm brewing. Thankfully, they were already rather close to the island itself and it would only be a matter of minutes before they would make dock and seek out shelter if need be. However, things were hardly ever as ideal as they first appeared. As Djazz ascended from the crows nest, he had enough of a vantage point to be able to see the approaching ships form the distance. They were standard article marine vessels, and they were headed right his way. Their course was no coincidence either. Djazz already fully understood what was about to happen. It was a sting operation. Knowing that Rowe Rowe was an island which had a large criminal presence, it was easy for marines to sail about the surrounding seas, picking off criminals here and there. Besides himself, there were most likely many others headed to Rowe Rowe for one reason or another; and he was sure he wasn't the only one with a bounty on his head. No matter how small, any criminal on the ship would most likely end up apprehended, and sure enough, the ships quickly surrounded and stopped the ship in it's tracks. Damn... and here I thought it was going to smooth sailing. The water is about to get choppy. He thought to himself, smirking at his own pun. As he reached the deck, his hand drifted to his side clutching at the sheathe only to realize that his sword, was missing. A swordsmen without a sword!? How disgraceful that he would even go without something that was basically an extension of his own body. Not only that, it was a precious heirloom that belonged to his father and his father's father and so on. Djazz realized that he would most likely have to personally dispatch these marines himself, unless some other buccaneer was up to the challenge. Either way, fighting back without his sword wasn't going to be easy by any means. He didn't have to panic though. After a moment of flash thought, he realized that a great many of his things were in his assigned cot under the deck. He hadn't taken the blade with him up to the crows nest to meditate, as they didn't allow weapons on the deck of the boat (mostly not to scare civilians he imagined). As the marines begin to board the ship, Djazz quickly dipped under the deck and to the lower deck. It was almost as dimly lit as the outside was and with only a few burning candles to navigate by he had no choice but to take his time searching for his things. Locating his cot, he would quickly obtain his things from under it, but as he searched, none of them were his sword. Djazz grimace at the thought that somehow he had lost his sword on the ship. It was nearly impossible unless it was taken by someone else and displaced. I mean, its like losing a belt that was attached to you! How was that even possible! But alas; with the booming voice of a marine on top of the deck, it was only a matter of time until shit hit the fan. Djazz already calculated the next move. Threatened, any criminals on board would attempt to fight the marines. The marines would counter attack, expecting the cornered rats to fight back. The only factor for the marines would be keeping the civilians safe; so it was only a matter of time until hostages were taken. That is, however, considering these were the times of marines that cared. Some on the side of Justice weren't above sacrificing a few innocent for the sake of capturing a bounty and riding the world of 'evil. Just the thought of the twisted notion made Djazz frown in disgust. Among his things (which were few and meager), only a single one of them slightly resembled a sword... until he could find his own sword, he would have no choice but to make do with what he had. Clutching his umbrella, he would make his way back to the dock. It didn't sound like any hell had broken loose just yet; but if he had to guess, it was only the calm before the storm. Edited by TGIFlash, Apr 4 2014, 10:30 PM.
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| Khalix | Apr 6 2014, 12:24 PM Post #4 |
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Knackles the Clown Marine, leaped from his ship to land next to his brother. In his hands were two clown faced bombs with the fuses lit. The maniacal clown laughed which was shrill and high compared to the booming baritone of his much larger brother. Walking among the guest, he looked them in the eyes giving them a scary post-apocalyptic evil clown smile. His eyes were manic and eager for a fight. His small stature made him a lot more aggressive than he needed to be. The larger brother stood firm, a mountain above even his own men who looked strong and intimidating. Each one no less than seven feet in height and wielding assortment of man type weapons. Dual handed Broadswords, massive hammers and cudgels, clubs, and fists the size of watermelons. Kane nodded and his men formed a circle around the passengers, the captains sputtering words silenced with a glare from the mountain man. His eyes wondered over the people further back who had weapons drawn. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the large hurtling cannonball attachment slamming into the chest of a poor wanted man and caving his ribs in. The blow was quick, precise, and loaded with strength. The others who watched stared dumbfounded that such a weapon could be used so easily and deftly, with a lethal proficiency. "All those who do not surrender will be seen as hostile and taken out like this. Do not try and fight us or you will be killed or thrown in the brig." His little brother strutted around the deck pushing people, waving bombs, and being a ass. He seemed more confident with his large brother around than he would on his own in this situation. Some of the wanted put down their weapons but more than half kept them ready. Suddenly, at the back a gun was drawn and fired. One of the Strong marines pitched back, gone from this world. A voice echoed. "They are not immortal, fight for freedom, rowe is right there." The voice carried even to those who were putting down weapons. The deck exploded with violence as the two marine crews came into connection with the wanted criminals of the Ferry. Knackles found a nice play where he could hurl bombs into the fray. Kane stood still, watching the ensuing violence with a look of regret that it came to this on his face. Sighing, he shook his head but maintained a distance from the violence. The crew of the Ferry were absorbed into the battle without choice, caught between the marines and the criminals they fought tooth and nail to escape. Most did not for the untrained crew men fell under the onslaught of blood thirsty marines, and cornered rats. The storm grew worse as the battle on the deck of the ship erupted into deeper chaos. The marines were faced with stronger opponents than they figured so the fighting intensified. Blood and gore splattered the decks, marring a peaceful trip for civilians into a horror show of the true terrors of the high seas, both marines and criminals would be shown in a truer light to these few who witnessed. Kane watched without interference. He could wade through stopping this but he had a feeling, somewhere on this ship was something he would have to deal with personally. He didn't know what just a intuition. The sounds grew louder and louder, the clang of metal, the crunch of bone, the tear of flesh. Even on Rowe Rowe Island above the clamor of the town the battle of such viciousness could be heard. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 6 2014, 02:25 PM Post #5 |
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An umbrella was a rather logical thing to hold at a time such as this. After all, with the sea becoming steadily more wild, the wind picking up, and the billowing clouds becoming darker, all the signs pointed toward the eventual fall of rain. This was no ordinary umbrella, however. It was crafted from the bones and tendons of a seaking and thus gave it an uncanny durability. It could literally rain cats and dogs and he would be just fine thanks to this dandy. That being said, an umbrella was no sword; not in any conventional sense. Djazz took some solace in the fact that just about anything could be used as a weapon, and when push came to shove, he would have a chance to prove this notion. It was already clear that among the mooks that had made up the bulk of the marine crew that there were two who stood out. Their bloodlust was nothing more than surprising, as the marines looked as though they were waiting to fight. Not just anticipating it or on guard, but rather, were actively trying to provoke fighting. Was this the nature of justice? That in order to prove who was right and who was wrong, those who were just had to demonstrate it often enough with swords and bullets? The very idea left a bad taste in Djazz's mouth as they paraded about the deck as though they owned the place. The first blow was dealt by a large marine who had apparently noticed someone of particular note. It was most likely that the poor victim had a bounty of some sort and was made an early example of. The large marine was most likely the most threatening, if not by appearance alone. One thing lead to another, and of course, the calm broke. Fighting erupted on the deck in the most chaotic of ways. Being surrounded by marine ships, there was no 'front' that either side could take. It was merely a brawl in which all involved found themselves, drawn into, for better or worse. Djazz, with a mere umbrella in his hand, was not immediately targeted; neither were most of the unarmed civilians. The screams of horror and grunts of strengths both became synonymous upon the ships deck; roaring over the boat like a crowd of cheers and boos. The ordeal was fatiguing just to observe as too much was going on for him to possibly keep track of. Part of him also felt particularly bad for the many civilians caught on deck during the brawl... Suddenly, Djazz saw the captain attempting to evacuate people under the ship's deck to some kind of shelter. Many civilians ran under the deck and out of harms way for now. However, the clown marine seemed to have large explosives at his disposal. It didn't matter if they took shelter if their shelter was blown to bits; and by the chaotic nature of the battle and no one at the helm, it seemed as though the ship itself may not survive the battle. Djazz took in a breathe, respiring it as a sigh before jumping into action. He was mindful enough to stay out of each individual squabble as he made a b-line towards the clown. In the midst of the fighting he would hope he would go almost unnoticed until he was in striking range. Even if he couldn't cut with an umbrella, he could at least swat the bombs form the clowns hands an into the sea. With a will timed step and a burst of speed from his walking pace, he moved in to surprise the clown faced marine, swinging the closed umbrella in an arc so that it would lift the bombs from his hands and send them flying. |
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| A.R. | Apr 13 2014, 01:49 AM Post #6 |
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A grand din of bloody fighting continued despite the unsettling undulations of the ferry's deck underfoot, criminal and marine alike battled on the unsteady footing with a keenness unlike one found at the edge of life. The sounds of clashing steel and combusted powder had become so common in this scene that they seemed no less out of place than the wind howling as the storm began to pick up and the crests were almost monstrous in form. The figure of an ill-equipped swordsman moving through the battlefield that was the ferry difficult to point out in the dim lighting and bloodied air that existed on the deck. Kane kept his one good eye tracked on the situation at hand, taking in the scene as if attempting to ascertain the grand theme of it all. He didn't react to Djazz's dashing about, anyone who dared to approach him, or the civilians escaping. He was more worried about his instincts than anything else. He was standing among the battlefield with an almost dumbfounded stance, his focus searching passed the reality of bloody combat before him and the potential threats that he believed could be out there. There was never just simple, cheap, scores moving about on the Grand Line. There were always pirates and scum hoping to become something great, get their name out there, become a "Supernova," the big fish in the pond. That's what he lusted after, a good fight and a trophy to claim afterwords. Nothing seemed to stand out for him, there was no one that stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him or walked around with some massive weapon like an anchor. There were also no incredibly silly folk, people that were absolute eccentrics like his brother. It was almost infuriating that he couldn't find his prime quarry, especially since all he was doing was standing and setting the standard for a "Fight me" pose. A little bit away from Kane was a minute figure known as Kackles. A coward to the core, and a stupidly silly individual who had lived in the shadow of his massive brother in all ways imaginable for his entire life, was peppering the already wild fray with his own blend of chemical explosives. He was none the wiser of the actual threat in the battlefield, he had spent far too much of his stat points on fortune to have enough accuracy to notice the speedy Djazz. Even still, the amount of explosives he spread throughout the deck should have offered some protection to the insane and overly zealous man-child. This, of course, wasn't enough to stop the umbrella wielding swordsman. Without any ability to properly react to Djazz's swing Kackles realized he had lost the mass-parcel of bombs he was carrying, the explosives sailing off into the ocean behind him. Without his crutch he fell frightened, sinking into a fetal position with startling speed as he let out a shrill cry for his brother, "Kane!!!" He curled into a ball, hoping that his attacker wouldn't be able to do harm to him before he could get any real assistance. The unfortunate thing for Kackles was that he had miscalculated everything. When he compressed his body he limited the amount of oxygen that could stay within his lungs, this sudden loss of breath prevented him from achieving the volume necessary to shout over the wild combat that surrounded him and his brother. Kane couldn't notice his cry as much as Kackles was willing to defend himself. He was truly alone and in Djazz's hands. Kane, on the other hand, didn't need to hear Kackles' cry. He had grown bored of standing still, likely his attention deficit disorder acting up, and he turned here and there to locate his brother. He wasn't successful at seeing his brother, the small man curled up into a ball at the time, but he did see an individual in a wildly cool and unnaturally shonen pose, as if they had perform some kind of fatal and named strike, and he decided that they would be as good as anyone to fight. He started to walk towards them, the rest of the battle around him no longer a worry. His only concern was Djazz, and that was the only reason he began to spin his chained ball high over head, surely preparing some kind of lethal attack. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 13 2014, 12:24 PM Post #7 |
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There is an old saying that state, "You dont miss what you have until it's gone." While Djazz appreciated the sentiment, he didn't necessarily understand it until this very moment where he was substituting his blade with an umbrella. He was confident that with his sword he could end this conflict, but in the middle of the fray how was it even possible to find the thing? Luckily his stand in weapon was enough to swat the bombs out of the clowns hands and send them flying into the ocean where they wouldn't be able to damage the ship; but watching the man's pitiful reaction to being disarmed, Djazz found himself without motivation to deal any actual damage to him. Sneering in slight disgust, Djazz was almost immediately surrounded by an number of marines. It was no surprise that the marines themselves outnumbered the criminals on the ship three to one, but upon shouting for 'Kane', it seemed as though many others came to the aid of the clown. None of them were particularly threatening, though each mook had the same conviction as their bloodthirsty commanders and lashed out at him with all manner of weapons. Luckily the umbrella was made of seaking bones and its frame was steel hard; making it at least a fairly sturdy blunt object, but it was hardly effective. The most he could do was parry incoming attacks and swat people left and right across the deck of the ship. The persistent mooks somehow had the tenacity to continue to get up and charge right back into battle; something they wouldn't dare do if they had been split open with his blade. Not only this, but he continued effort to slap the mooks about with an umbrella continued to draw attention to himself, and over marines joined in the effort to take him down. Was he really not that threatening with an umbrella? It was as though not wielding a sword was an open invitation to attack him? Also watching their friends get hit across the face with an umbrella and slide across the deck only to pop up appearing to be 'okay' inspired others to attack thinking that they wouldn't be harmed in the process. The truth was, if he had a baseball bat, he wouldn't have a problem hitting home runs with their heads, but an umbrella was not meant to be used as a blunt object. Sturdy or not, he had the experience to know that if he put his full strength behind one swat or another, he would end up breaking the umbrella. As he continued to fight, he tried to pay attention to the weapons his opponents were using; if one of them had picked up his black blade, he would be sure to retrieve it, but there was not time to stop and inspect. He was now in a constant struggle to hold his own among the 20 or so mooks he was having to defend himself against. All the while, the man 'Kane' was swinging his bowling ball on a string around, and Djazz hardly had the attention to notice it from the corner of his peripheral vision. |
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| A.R. | Apr 15 2014, 01:07 AM Post #8 |
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The mob of marines surrounding Djazz certainly alleviated the pressure in the game of numbers that was the bloody war on the ferry's deck, the criminals finally gaining some even odds against the marine with their show of ferocity compared to the marines strength in numbers. The more Djazz fought the bigger a show he became, almost like the centerpiece that a certain maniacal marine lieutenant was after. Speaking of, Kane's approach wasn't heeded by any on the ferry's deck but the pirates and bilge rats that cared not to get in his way in fear of execution. Kane wasn't worried about execution, he had a one-track mind that revolved around collecting the trophy he was sure to loot off of this extravagant fellows body. He was somewhat fantasizing about the feeling of claiming someone's valuables while standing over them, the humiliation and domination he could impose on such a vulnerable figure. He reached the circle of marines that had formed around Djazz, and with a single word halted their assault. "He's mine." Kane then walked into the ring of weak marines, the gathered mooks becoming occupied with the desire to see a show. The whisperings of the many who had forgone combat contained colorful stories of his previous conquests, some even going so far to enter the details of how an unfortunate individual's esophagus was stretched to the length of a giraffe, or how some moron had his cardiovascular system splayed over a road, or even about some terribly ruined soul who had his entire jaw flipped upside-down. The tales of Kane's triumph jumped the border of fantastical and seemed to be entirely myth. The spreading of myth and Kane's claim seemed to spread over the entire fairy as criminal and marine could feel that a large, deciding, and eventful duel was about to take place. It would be Kane versus Djazz, the outcome hinging entirely on the winner. The sheer amount of pressure being placed on Djazz, a benign wave from the pirates who wanted him to win their freedom and an aggressive monsoon of emotion from the marines who thought him some common criminal. Kane only raised his free hand, continuing to spin the cannonball above his head without missing a single beat. His outstretched hand curled and uncurled, creating a beckoning gesture of a taunting nature. "Surrender yet?" He said, cocking his head to the side in a gesture of pure confidence, his scarred face grinning as if he were trying to anger Djazz into making the first blow. He didn't think enough to care that Djazz was at a disadvantage, only concerned with picking over someone's downed body for some prized to lord over them. "If you give up now you'll only suffer shackle chafing." |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 15 2014, 08:34 AM Post #9 |
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The last thing Djazz wanted was to make a spectacle of things. Once again, he found himself in a situation where he tried to help someone and ended up throwing himself into the fire as a result. Thankfully, quickly scanning the deck, it seemed as though there weren't any civilians left on the deck itself. It gave him some sort of selfish peace of mind that at least he wouldn't have to worry about them during a fight. However, he didn't have time to dwell on one thing or another; as the relentless mooks of marines continued their offensive fearlessly. How upsetting and frustrating it was that foes he would otherwise dispatch without a second thought actually had a chance to stand their ground against a swordsman wielding only an umbrella. Dare say it, he had actually broken a sweat as he was forced to continue dipping in and out of marine offensive as though a series of elaborate dance moves. There was no way in hell they would hit him, but with persistence they could possible wear him down. Thankfully their came a reprieve in the form of the large marines. He had not only caught his attention, but as soon as he announced that he wanted to fight Djazz, the whole thing became some kind of spectacle. Like, the marines all hauled, backed up and formed a little circle around him as though setting the parameters of the ring. Djaz had to fight the desire to slap his own forehead, as once again, this was the opposite of what he wanted. He didn't care about standing out, or making a show of things. He just wanted to get on about his business. He cursed himself for getting so personally involved in the first place! The Goliath spoke, 'Surrender yet?' Surrender? Djazz smiled as he caught what breathe he had lost, "What do you mean 'surrender'? Surrender is something you say to someone after a fight has begun. If I were to quit now it would be a forfeit, though I cannot forfeit without first agreeing to fight." He said, pondering his own thoughts for a moment, "But I suppose there is no way for me to decline what I assume is an offer to fight, and to forfeit would result in incarceration so... I suppose you'll get your fight big guy, but please choose your words more carefully." He said with a smirk. Even if he wasn't in a position to fight such a large man on even terms, he could at least degrade his intelligence. A brute such as him was most likely not very smart, and picking on him would enrage him, even if only subtly. In truth, the fight had already begun, and perhaps, pissing him off would make him sloppy and hot-headed. The simple fact remained that until he got his sword, he wouldn't be able to defeat his opponent outright. It wasn't like he could just hit the pause button and go search for it; but if all he could do was swat mooks like flies then fighting this guy would be like trying to fight a bull with a fly swatter... "Really? Shackle chafing is the best threat you have?" He running forward to engage him.. with the umbrella. It was impossible to swing well thanks to wind drag, but the end of it was rather pointy and he could at least stab with it. 'here goes nothing', he thought in the back of his mind as he lunged forward to stab the man in his grossly oversized gut. |
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| A.R. | Apr 17 2014, 05:38 PM Post #10 |
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Kane wasn't much for banter, it didn't come as a surprise that whoever he targeted might pick up on that and try to correct him, perhaps even insinuate an element of stupidity. He wasn't so big a man that he wouldn't get mad at such an aggravating display of grammatical correction aimed at him. He was big enough to fall back on the words of his trainer as some kind of defense for his sage-like intelligence that he never even pretended to have in the first place. In a short pause he tried to figure out something to say before Djazz began his charge, only when the umbrella wielding "trophy carrier" attacked did Kane actually take action. His eyes moved quick to estimate Djazz's motion and with one swift motion he lowered his spinning arm in an arc. It was collision course, umbrella-ville. His massive hand squeezed the seaking leather taut as he halted Djazz's charge, sliding backwards on his feet and causing the circle of onlookers to distort for the changing fighter's positions. Kane wasn't even injured, only holding on to the umbrella that was mere centimeters away from impaling him. "You think the fight hadn't begun? True men fight when their eyes meet." Said Kane, one part of him hoping to earn some respect among his crew and the other part planning to distract Kane long enough for the incoming cannonball to hit him square. The reason he stopped spinning his chained weapon was, obviously, to attack with it. Thanks to Kane's mastery over his unique weapon he was right in thinking that the quickly coiling chain was leading the large iron ball directly at Djazz, and his eyes were fixated on the pirates body just before the collision could take place. "I'll be taking this." Were Kane's last words to Djazz. He was still holding firmly to the umbrella, and considering his enemy's predicament he had serious doubts as to Djazz's ability to keep the make-shift weapon in his grasp as he was sent flying. After he had his success, this cheap victory, and without any care for his piddling little brother Kane turned to the crowd. He would lift Djazz's umbrella up high, an announcement to all of who the victors were. "I expect you all to line up... Now." |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 17 2014, 08:07 PM Post #11 |
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Old Sea Dog
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It was the oddest sensation. Moments before, maybe even fractions of moments before he made any contact, his mind, left his body. Disassociated. For that moment Djazz was convinced that he had just lost his mind. As though from a third person perspective, he watched in his own head at the consequences of his actions; that his umbrella would be caught, that he would he held and then, take the hit of the blunt weapon. It wasn't an assumption or an analysis. He was not predicting, no, he simply knew. As though something deeper spoke to him. Something that sounded shockingly like himself. Without warning he snapped back into reality, still mid lunge as the scene he had just watched play out in his imagination came into consciousness. His umbrella was caught, the large man spouted confident words of his convictions, though they all echoed inaudibly into him as though he were hollow. So confused he was by this experience that he was stunned by it, frozen even. If things were as he had seen, he would have no choice but to accept the large blunt object that was coming towards him. Was it unavoidable? Was the prediction he had just seen how the future was to be? But there was an odd and calm solace in this. Before he was hit by the massive metal ball and sent flying from the ship, he did get one good look in the eyes of his would be enemy; he saw the thoughts of victory dance within those judging orbs. The blow was swift, and the pain was very real. He was at least assured that he wasn't dreaming. He flung ragdolled backwards, and off the side of the ship. He felt the glib sensation of flight before hitting the ocean water. All of these things he felt. They were real. The pain, the ache, the sensation of being enveloped in wind and then water. He heard the voices of those around him, the random creeks and clanks of the boat in the sea, the sloshing and churning of waves and then, nothing. It was all as though he had lived it. In fact, he had lived it. This was real, he was sure of it. Then why? Why was it so clear? Even now, the feel of gradually sinking into the ocean; the pressure of tons of liquid crowding about him. It wasn't concerning. It was just, clear. Clear in a way that was calming, and satisfying. In a way that didn't inspire fear, but only... a heightened sense of things. A sixth sense even. And with that, he realized; an epiphany. This was what had been described to him before as the forbidden knowledge. Like a light bulb, all of the connections and synapse fired in unison, though the result wasn't overwhelming. Though the sea was murky and darkened by the storm clouds above, though his ears were smothered by the salt water and his entire body concealed in the chaotic chill of water, in spite of all these things, all these things which shrouded his ability to see; he saw things more clearly than ever. ... The sensation ended, if perhaps all too soon to be adequately given a description or a name. Suddenly the ragdoll of a body, drifting deeper into the sea became animate. Once clutched by the same feeling only present on the edge of death, he was now purged back into life. And as his body breached the surface of the water, it was as though baptized and new. He shook his head violently and looked to the boat. The business he had started was long unfinished, and without the umbrella he had also lost his only other viable option of a weapon. The force he took from the blunt object was hard, but surprisingly not as damaging as first insisted. In his mind, he explained it that such a large object spreads damage over a large area; being his by a wrecking ball would spread the damage over the surface area of what is being hit and ultimately being less effective then a concentrated blow. Either that... or his opponent wasn't nearly as strong as he appeared. Suddenly from a cannon hole of the ship, a rope rung later would fling itself off the boat and into the water nearest him. Looking up curiously he saw that it was but a mere child; a young girl. Quickly swimming over to the ladder, he grasp it and made his way up the side of the ship. It was only now that he felt the bruises to be that the cannonball had left on his person. Being suspended in the water gave him a weightlessness that left him ignorant to injury, but now with normal gravity baring down on him, he had no choice but to acknowledge the pain, making the best effort to ignore it. As he reached the top and climbed into the ship, the girl smile. Djazz, found himself smiling back at her, and then, his eyes grew wide as the girl held within her hands something that was also familiar. The man's black blade, sheathed within the black sheathe. Before he could step completely on the ship she commented, "I'm sorry... I took this without asking." the girl said, "I... I wanted to help." the girl said once more. Lifting himself up, and dripping wet, he would clutch the blade that the girl offered him. The weight of it felt familiar, as though it were an extension of his own self and without it, he was incomplete or off balance, "It's the thought that counts." He said, trying not to smile but doing a poor job at it. He didn't even have room in his heart to be upset with her. At this moment in time, he felt nothing but a strong sense of duty and a confidence to carry it out. Now with his arm once again complete, he walked, still dripping wet, through the small crowd of frightened citizens, and walked back up the stairs to the main deck. It seemed as though on the deck, his defeat had led to the unified surrender of all those criminals and pirates who were on the deck themselves, "Yo." he called out through the new found silence, "That knock must have rattled something loose in my head... Gotta thank ya for clearing the cobwebs." He said, clutching his blade and drawing it from the sheathe, "True men fight when their swords are drawn... I've found mine so, where's yours?" He asked with the same spiteful smile, words directed right at Kane. |
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| A.R. | Apr 20 2014, 12:16 PM Post #12 |
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Kane had become king. His word was law, carried out by his loyal marines. He was watching over the lined up criminals, each one being shackled in the procession as his ship prepared to lock them all into the brig. He was relaxing on the ferry's deck, a foldout chair that was barely large enough for his body being used while Djazz's umbrella provided him with shade. The good life had found Kane now that he had claimed yet another pirate's prize, squashed the dreams of yet another young man who wanted to become something in the world. It felt good to prevent more trouble for himself and his bosses later in life and there was nothing else to worry about other than what drinks he was going to down when his crew landed ashore and how he would spend his hard-earned money to celebrate. The fruits of victory were truly the sweetest he had ever known, and the bonuses he would receive for turning in all these criminals would go a long way to sweetening it. When the man he had sent flying reappeared, Kane could only remove the sunglasses he wasn't wearing as he stood up from his chair to get a good look at Djazz. He was smiling with a sinister tone as he eyed the blade in Djazz's hands. It was unconventional to claim multiple trophies from one aspiring pirate but he wasn't opposed to the notion. It didn't bother him that now his enemy had a real weapon, or even that he was being thanked for the punishment he had dealt. The only action he took to reveal his intention to fight was drawing his mace, and unchaining the cannonball that was linked to him so that burden was now free. "I've beaten you once, boy. I can do the same again." Was all Kane offered to Djazz as he spun the mace in his fingers with a deftness that seemed odd for such large fingers to be capable of. Kane had, only, a simple plan for victory. A quick attack. In one burst of speed, almost matching Djazz's own, he rapidly shrunk the distance between the young pirate and himself. His mace was raised high and was swiftly coming down and towards Djazz. The weapon seemed to be distorting with the speed it was given, and Kane was more than sure that he hadn't even allowed a single warning for his attack to be visible. His opponent would lose their chance at life with a single blow, the lieutenant was more than sure of that. "Enjoy the next life, an idiot like you has no other choice." |
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Bwao!
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 20 2014, 04:09 PM Post #13 |
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Old Sea Dog
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The lieutenant had overestimated his own strength; or at least in relation to that of Djazz. Before, he was unfortunately limited by the tool that he wielded. An umbrella, no matter how sturdy, was not meant to be a proper weapon, or at least, not one wielded like a sword at least! But now, with Joyeuse back in his hands, he was no longer limited. He could swing the sword with all of his strength and all of his speed. He could move it naturally as though it was an extension of himself. A katana unlike his own kin and wielded by his own blood, his families sword was more than just a weapon. It was a part of him. And so, as the marine confidently stepped up; fresh from his previous victory, Djazz was happy to show him exactly where he was on the food chain. The weapon that flew at him was the same blunt object; the large round mace on a chain. Like a meteor, it came down upon him with impressive speed and momentum. This same momentum would be used against the beastly attack, as Djazz, grasp the hilt of his sword, and drew his blade. He tensed the muscles of his forearm on the cusp of flexing; the result was a contraction, then a relaxation in rapid succession; shacking, vibrating and then reverberation that would quickly generate to the blade. The vibrations would be so violent, that the energy generated translated to the blade itself. His first aim was the ball itself, slashing the sword as mace entered his range upon its own attack. The sword, suddenly and noticeably glowed a searing red as the blade hit the center of the ball. The metal of the ball was thick, and hard as iron, but the heat of the blade and the technique of the slash was more than enough to completely split the mace into two halves which, detaching from the chain on the other end, would fly off in 45 degree angles from its original direction. He had cut the marine's weapon in half... Grasping the hilt form the first attack and turning it in his hand, he slashed the opposite direction, now slashing as though an uppercut with the blade vertically up the front of the marine. From their first encounter, the marine might have thought himself easily superior, and Djazz couldn't help but agree that when he was so limited by his weapon, perhaps he was. It was something of a weakness of his own that without his blade, Djazz had no offensive. It was thus, his resolve to never be without his sword; to ever be conscious that he was powerless alone. That even with the greatest strength, it would count for nothing without the help of others. Though this was a journey he would have to walk alone, it would always be along side others... even if that other was only ever his sword. If connected, the marine would be cut directly up the front of his body, and the searing hot blade would leave a burnt streak up his body; roasting his skin in the process. Even then, he pulled his blade so that the attack would only incapacitate him, not kill him. Tech
Edited by TGIFlash, Apr 20 2014, 04:11 PM.
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| A.R. | Apr 23 2014, 08:04 PM Post #14 |
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It was unbelievable, how much of a punch had been pulled before? Kane was left questioning where he went wrong and what this left him with. He realized he was defeated as he watched his weapon ripped asunder, the mace that was so familiar losing any form he knew. The crippling feeling of defeat was something he had only observed from a detached place, training and when it never truly mattered. How would he bounce back from this, how could he react? "Impossible..." Were all he could say as the searing heat from Djazz's blade set most of Kane's clothes to a spontaneous combustion leaving behind ash. He fell to his knees in his skivvies, staring with vacant eyes forward as his ashy skin seemed to steam smoke. The massive figure was brought to his knees before Djazz as if the giant had been beaten by David and the marines panicked. The sight of their lieutenant being so easily downed convinced every marine to run to their ships. The speed with with the skeedaddling men banished themselves from Djazz's sight was obscene, as if they had never been on the ferry to begin with. In the confusion Kane and his younger brother had been hauled away as well. Djazz was left standing on a deck with a large number of dazed criminals and pirates. Then, the silence was broken by one resounding, almost synchronous cry, from every relieved pirate. "Hurrah!" A party seemed to have split immediately on the dreary deck as the criminals set to freeing themselves and celebrating their hero. The civilians seemed to leave their safety and join with the crowd, everyone becoming aware of how Djazz made the tyrannous marines flee. Even the captain of the ferry gave the swordsman a well-felt thanks and a pat on the back. He had become a hero. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 23 2014, 09:05 PM Post #15 |
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Old Sea Dog
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After downing the marines leader it wasn't long until they were quick to retreat. It was, if anything one of the best strategic moves he had ever seen, and to be honest, he was rather pleased to see them admit defeat so quickly. Hardly did a bunch of people have the brains to throw in the towel whenever they knew they were going to lose, and to be fair, it would have taken some effort to defeat the remaining marines. But they were here to pick of small fries and make a quick dollar here or there on meager bounties. They weren't equipped to face someone who would one day be the best swordsmen in the world. Perhaps they had been successful with other attempted purges; but Djazz was happy to see them tucking tail and running away while they still could. Killing always left a bad taste in his mouth anyway; it was rather astonishing that no one lost their life, at least, not that he could tell. In spite of the weather growing more and more turbulent, both criminal and citizen alike quickly came to the joyous realization that they were 'okay'. Those hidden under the deck flooded back onto the deck, and after being congratulated by the captain himself, the ship got back on track. Djazz's head was still ringing from the blow he took earlier form the huge ball and chain, and so he was happy to take a swig or two of celebratory libations if it meant easing his head ache a bit. Celebration began almost immediately, and whether one supported the marines or not, everyone was swept into the festivities. Some, on the edge of being carted off the Impel Down, now realized the reality of their freedom; others, traumatized by the initial experience of being boarded, were soothed by the positive mood that swept over the small ferry. And as for Djazz being a hero? He hated the idea. He was no hero. He just did what he had to do to get from point 'A' to point 'B'. Anyone who got in his way would meet the unfortunate fate of having to get cut down. If there were those that just happened to be headed in the same direction as he was, then it was only fate that they found favor in; not his own moral foreground to be a 'hero'. Or so he told himself out of spite. Djazz made sure this time that his sword was properly sheathed and his sheathe sat at his hip where it belonged. He wasted little time securing all of his things infact so that he would not have to suffer the consequence of losing them again! However, even he couldn't help but be thankful for the lesson learned. This entire trip he had been focusing on thoughts; on analyzing things as he always did and trying to stir up some answer. In this case, it was the answer of 'how' to obtain the sixth sense he had so avidly heard of. But it is difficult to obtain something you already have. Even the seeing man will think he is blind if he never opens his eyes. The time passed, and luckily the ferry, tiny in the spectrum of the ocean, made it's way into port of Rowe Rowe Island. For as long as it seemed they had been stalled in the ocean, they arrived surprisingly quick. Without realizing it, he had made his face familiar with quite a few individual, many of which recalling that if he needed a favor while on the island they need only seek them out. All these things he kept in mind as he considered the possibility that the first thing he needed could be found here. |
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