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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 24 2014, 01:02 PM Post #1 |
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Rowe Rowe Island. The island itself wasn't a very curious place. In fact, the people here tended to stick to their own. With the exception of the occasional explosive outburst here and there, there was really a certain sort of chaotic order to both the civilians, pirates and criminals that came in and out of this place. It was as though they knew it was lawless, and in their freedom, had little to rebel against. WIthout anything to rebel against, the men and women here were very content with going on about their business without making a fuss; until of course someone rubbed someone else the wrong way. Even then, justice was handled with the swiftness of an arm wrestling contest. Whoever was stronger or quicker to the trigger simply made their point known, and the other either yielded or faced the justice of the other. Survival of the fittest was sometimes messy, but far less of a mess than the judiciary system to World Government had tried to impose. Needless to say, Djazz with his usual quiet disposition and thoughtful attitude got by just fine in such a place; trying to stay low key as he probed places for information. He had been here a day since arriving off the ferry and besides preoccupations with the mysterious power of 'haki' and resting, he hadn't yet accomplished much. Today, however, as a new day, and he wouldn't hesitate to get a fix on his target. He was brought here for one reason and one reason only; The War lord by the name of "Izuru" was rumored to be on this route and on this island. Djazz was here to straighten out a few matters of business with im personally, though as to exactly what his angle was... only time can tell. Information was never hard to find, but there was a proper technique to obtaining it. Like property and money, a select few people had a large quantity of it, and weren't often willing to share. He had a hunch that if he walked the streets of this place, that it wouldn't be too long until he found or heard something that he could pick up a trail to. Like the scent of a dog, there was no way a big fish like Izuru the warlord couldn't be picked up about the streets of a place if he were here, and if he weren't, then he would simply tail him to the next island down the line. After grabbing a meager breakfast of a simple apple, Djazz set off on a mid morning stroll to see what his eyes and ears could make of Rowe Rowe island... |
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| Gino-TL | Apr 24 2014, 02:40 PM Post #2 |
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Rowe Rowe island was loud and lawless. The stench of piss, booze and blood oozed from every bar and hotel that littered every corner of the island. There was a certain happiness in the chaos. Or perhaps an ignorance to it, as citizens lived in equilibrium with the many pirates and criminals that dwelled here. It was like a rock that over time shaped into some type of deformed, confused shape, yet remained stood on the beach no matter what weather hit it. Rowe Rowe island was a deformed rock. In one of the many bars, at the back of course (Where else could a pirate crew look scary and intimidating), sitting in the shadows were a crew of men. They sat in almost silence, in stark contrast to the rest of the bar, and smoked and drank with deep set furrows etched onto their faces. This gave a certain air of importance to their business and thus people in and around the pub tended to stay away from them. After a little while of silence, one of the men spoke "Look at this Cap'n. He was large and bulky, with scars etched upon his muscled arms. He wore a white vest -although it was more grey then white by now- which revealed his muscled body. His right eye was milky white and a large scar covered it. He was completely bald, and his head was reminiscent of a potato if a potato had bolts sticking out of them. The man who he was addressing was a small man with slightly dogged features. He had leathery skin that was browned from the dirt that seemed to sag slightly from age. His face was covered in braided, wiry hair that went down the length of his body and his hair was equally wiry and long. He wore the standard captains hat and attire suiting of his position, although his clothes looked quite run down and dirtied compared to other people of his position. He looked at the paper that was handed to him by the bald headed brute and read it over quickly. The crew sat in quiet expectation, waiting for him to act. Among them was an oddly tall and skinny woman, an extremely fat man holding a huge butchers knife and wearing butchers clothing, and a small man with a long tongue (Around three feet) and boils covering his face and body. After a moment of silence, the captain spoke "30 million beli... Djazz Hyperion... spotted on Rowe Rowe island...". He looked at his crew before spreading his mouth into a sinister grin, showing off his disgustingly gold teeth, and said "This is the break we need boys... Lets get ourselves a bounty" With that, they got up and split off in different directions in search of the bountied head. Wide, malicious grins spread across their faces as they went along. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 24 2014, 04:32 PM Post #3 |
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Just a little about Djazz... He had picked up the nickname "the philosopher" for the great number of fights he ended up in simply by infuriating those individuals who he talked down to with his idea of reason and logic. While none of those little fights had done more than piss off a hand full of people, the name alone showed his tendency to leave a bitter taste in peoples mouths simply by finding the right questions to ask. Often times he did this purposely; poking at someone to provoke them and then claiming self defense when he was attacked because of it. A brain was a beautiful thing to waste, he thought, before detaching ones head from their body with a graceful swing of the sword, sharper perhaps than his tongue. Of course, when negotiating for information, it was important that he still his appetite to question foolishness. Often it was the minds of the most chronically enfeebled individuals that held the most precious secret. Of course, the first and more obvious place that one would look to learn was (no, not the library) a tavern or bar, or any other place of high traffic where alcohol graced the mind and slips of tongue were common. But this seemed almost too cliche, even for a storyline about pirates. No, he thought that for a change of pace, he would take his search to an open market, where there were the buying, selling and trading of goods... not all goods being physical of course. As Djazz arrived he was nearly astonished by what he saw. Acres and Acres of flat land covered in tents, stands and other sorts of open shops. As the place was lawless, it was most likely that each little shop was responsible for not only finding their own place but also protecting the place that they found. As a result, scattered among the merchants and salesmen were a bunch of large and mean looking body guards. After all, if someone steals your things, who is going to seek justice for it but yourself! The place was also scattered with all sort of exotic women, dressed in scant garb that would attract the attention of any men. Brute force wasn't the only way to raise to power in places such as this; playing on the shallow hearts of man was an easy way to get what one wants. (Think of a large shady outdoor mall) The marketplace was also much more modernized than he had imagined. While much of the place was still run down, a number of bright and flashy lights, neon signs and modern amenities were slowly making their way into the area, and seemed to be rather new. It was an odd clash of old and new that showed just the effect the arrival of a warlord had made. If the man had the power to change the landscape with his influence, then no doubt he would be able to fulfill Djazz's request with a little persuasion. Walking about the labyrinth of distractions, he made a point not to let his eyes linger for too long. Both merchants and guards alike were constantly vigilant for people who were 'interested' in the goods. It was best not to linger too long, otherwise pests might think that you want what they have to sell. There was something that caught his attention however. A stall offering the 'next great new fix' with jars upon jars of pills, drugs and elixirs. Djazz stopped only for a moment to focus his gaze before walking up and into the tented hut. The place was apparently under construction as things had been moved about. Parts of the place was obviously just a tent, held up by free standing pillars while others seemed as though they were actively building a small pharmacy. Either way, it was still in business, and an eccentric looking chubby man slunk forth as Djazz entered. "Can I help you find something, good sir?" he said. "Yes, you can. A man by the name of Izuru. I heard he makes this island his home... rather famous for his position as a warlord. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find such a man, would you?" The man shuttered slightly as his facial features slumped as well, "I'm sorry but this is an Apothecary, and rather recent. You see, we are just setting up shop at that; we do not sell information here." he said, nearly turning away. "These drugs... not all of them were made here on this island where there... no, this place hasn't the resources. Tell me, pill grinder... where is it that you are from." Djazz asked as he walked over to a shelf. "Pill grinder? P-pill grinder? My name name is Dr. Aronius. A medical doctor and these pills are of highest quality from all over the grandline. Unless you are interested in making a purchase, I suggest you leave." He said sternly in a shrill voice. "Right.." he said, walking out of the establishment and out onto the street. There was something interesting, when he first insulted the merchant and asked a question. The merchant slipped; he answered as to where the pills were from, not where he was from... it was obvious that many of the elixirs were illegal; many of which he had seen before, taken by the weak willed and weak minded. A lawless island, a warlord with immunity and an island bold enough to dabble in so many taboos? It was a jump to say that Izuru was still here for certain; but there was some sinister truth that was being hidden. Fortunately, his role wasn't to uncover the truth, it was to locate a certain, powerful man... Ironically there were also people searching for him. |
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| Gino-TL | Apr 25 2014, 08:34 AM Post #4 |
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10 hooded men stalked down the street, bunched together in an almost military formation as they split through the crowds of people in and around the street. Their faces covered by purple cloaks, the only things that distinguished them apart were their different heights and the different numbers emblazoned on chests of their purple cloaks. A man at the front, medium sized and with the number 1 emblazoned on his cloak started speaking. "We've got a sight on him. He's here" With that he nodded to his men, who replied by splitting off into 4 groups of 2. He himself continued walking down the street with the taller cloaked figure just behind him, the #2 standing out against his purple cloak. A large, fat, hulking man was slumped in an equally large and comfortable looking sofa. Smoke rose from the giant cigar protruding from his mouth as grinned sickeningly at the plethora of women that danced around him half naked. Saliva dripped slightly from the corners of his mouth as he watched the women dance, a keen look in his eyes as he scanned for which one he would take with him tonight. His face was very ape like in its features and he had a full head of greasy, matted hair and sideburns that came down to his cheeks. His grin was wide and toothy giving off a sinister and evil felling rather then happiness and joy. Two suited men entered, attracting his attention with a cough. He looked at them with a frown, upset over being distracted from his show. "What do you want!!!!" He growled out. The larger of the two suite men spoke "We got word from the denden mushi. A pirate has entered the island.... He has a large bounty". At the sound of the words "Large" and "Bounty" the fat, hulking man perked up again, a grin spreading across his face once more. "Good.... Get the men ready and go search for him!". Once he had said his piece, he turned his attention back to the women, leaving the two suited men to rally the troops together. The three men watched as Djazz left the tent. They stared at him, small beads of sweat running down their faces as he walked past them. The leader of the group muttered to the other two "We've found him. Lets take him out". The other two looked at him in shock. The second in command, a woman wearing glasses and a mounstache, replied "Are you mad!!?? We can't beat him as we are now... lets just tell those two!". The leader, a young looking boy wearing a cap and steampunk clothing, cut her off as he said "Fuck waiting! I'm getting them now!! before running off after Djazz. The girls groaned, before turning to the third member, an old man in a hawaii shirt, and whispered "Bisto. Go notify those two about whats happening. I'm going to go after Skadar!". Before the old man could reply, she ran off after the boy called Skadar, in the direction of Djazz. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 26 2014, 11:54 AM Post #5 |
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The island was a big place and there was no room for him to get frustrated by the search for a single individual. Though it was only the first day of his search, it seemed as though he was still getting a lot of cold shoulders from the residences. Those people who heard Izuru's name were instantly turned off as though it were somehow taboo. Then again, it was easy to think that someone searching for Izuru was looking for trouble. He was after all a warlord after all, and was sure to have many enemies among the sea to earn such a status. Having navy immunity would only bolster this status and few people probably searched out a warlord just to say 'hi'. If things progressed as they did, Djazz was afraid that he would have to become a little more aggressive in his search. As he made his way down the many improvised halls of shops and businesses, something caught his attention. It was the offset footsteps of something behind him, cluing his ears in to someone running his way. The very notion was suspicious; someone running in a mall usually meant that some sort of mischief was involved. Whether the person was running to something or from something, Djazz didn't want to get in the way. He made a good effort to stay out of other peoples business, especially when he had business of his own to attend to. The last thing he needed was someone dragging him down into some distraction. Turning to look at the origin of the quickened footsteps on the pavement, he found a younger looking boy wearing what seemed to be a baseball cap and a bunch of modernistic looking clothing that was almost science fictiony in nature. While he looked like a punk, there was no distinguishing his shadiness from that of any other person on the island, as who knew who was a criminal and who wasn't. What was interesting, however, was that there was someone chasing after him; a woman ran furiously behind the boy, and a good distance away that she hadn't yet lost him but wasn't necessarily within length to catch him either. Djazz sighed at the scene. His brain put two and two together and made its assumptions. The punk boy had no doubt stolen something from one of her shops and was making a run for it. The girl behind her, either a body guard or the shop keep was trying to track him down and reclaim what was stolen and perhaps punish the boy. While Djazz could have simply let this go, and minded his own business as he should, he couldn't help but want to see this to a conclusive end. He hated playing the hero, it only ever got him in trouble... but this was an easy fix. Drawing his blade and quick time he lunged it forward towards the boy. The movement was effortlessly smooth and elegantly executed; and though it required plenty of focus on his part, the technique itself was flawless. From his blade shot a single linear projectile at bullet like speeds, the technique known as the 'sword bullet'. The lunge was aimed for the thigh of the body, and the projectile upon piercing his skin and flesh would render him unable to run away any longer. By using the longer range version, he could stop the boy from running before he had even gotten close to Djazz, and the deadily thing about it was that the attack was nearly completely silent. Hopefully the boy would fall, harmed but not fatally or permanently wounded and the female shop keep could catch up with him and punish him in whatever fashion she deemed necessarily. But of course nothing ever went according to plan, no matter how well he thought them out. OoC
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| Gino-TL | Apr 27 2014, 03:00 PM Post #6 |
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Skadar was caught off guard by the sudden speed and movement of the man's attack and barely managed to dodge to the side as it shot past him. He grabbed his bleeding thigh, that was grazed by the attack, and bared his teeth as he stopped the bleeding. This guy was strong. The girl behind him, instead of subduing Skadar, ran past him, pulling out a large hammer from her bag and swing it powerfully at Djazz's jaw, aiming to knock it clean off. No.5 and No.8 were searching the area, noiselessly and attracting no attention as they looked for their next target. They were in the market district when they heard the commotion. Following the noise and hordes of people, they reached the area where Djazz had attacked the boy and girl. Without showing any form of delight, or any emotion at all for that matter they charged at him. No.5 taking a beeline to him whilst No.8 took a more curved route. Edited by Gino-TL, Apr 27 2014, 03:02 PM.
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 27 2014, 08:06 PM Post #7 |
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The boy was able to dive out of the way of the shockwave before it did any lasting damage, but the result was the same either way. He had been knocked to the side and fallen to the ground where he was forced to collect himself. Djazz was just about to sheathe his sword before he realized that the woman was not chasing after the kid, but was now, coming straight after him; without hesitation either! She didn't even think twice about stopping to either harm nor help the child, but targeted him as though it was her intention all along. Could it have been possible that the kid too was actually running after himself? Djazz was obviously befuddled, but didn't let this stop him from doing something as simple as defending himself. Suddenly the woman summoned forth a large hammer and prepared to swing it horizontally. He didn't have to have observational haki to realize what taking a blow like that would do to him! Luckily, he already had enough time to realize that she was far from a friendly figure. With sword already in hand he took a swift step forward, slashing with a lack of prejudice. The blade met the hammer and seemed to melt through it as the hammer itself was only made of a metal softer than iron. Cutting clear through the blade, it would continue to slash across the front of the womans chest right bellow her collar bone. The cut was mostly superficial, but the sting of the slice and the blood that resulted would most likely scare her off; especially having cut clear through her hammer. Djazz jumped back after the initial encounter; hoping that the woman didn't have more zealous ambitions. He didn't necessarily want to kill anyone; but here on a lawless island there would be nothing holding him back if he had to. Without consequence, his blade was very happy to dispatch a couple of... wait what were they? "Who are the two of you, and what do you want from me?" he announced so that both the boy and the woman could hear him. But there was something else; a pitter-patter of movement which was shockingly familiar to his own. Having been trained in the art of subtly, he was well aware of what it meant for individuals to attempt to be stealthy. Right on cue, two other individuals emerged, and made an aggressive maneuver towards Djazz, "What the hell..." He said out loud as he realized he might be at the receiving end of some sort of ambush. Trusting on his instincts, Djazz decided in an instant not to hold is ground and instead, to take off on foot. He ran from his position down an adjacent street; away from the boy and the woman, as well as the two emotionless assailants. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Apr 30 2014, 10:06 PM Post #8 |
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Most likely in no position to get answers, he couldn't help but let his brain wonder as he ran away from those chasing him. He realized that his attempt at being helpful was most likely a fail from the beginning by assuming that the person that was running away from something and not running toward him. He thought for a moment that his encounter with the past shop keep had encouraged him to send people after him. Had just mentioning the name Izuru inspired people to attack him? And his attack on the boy was very subtle. Perhaps the hooded and emotionless men were watching and saw him attack and were retaliating themselves? Djazz tried to make sense of why he seemed to suddenly come under attack, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't come to any speculation that connected the dots well enough for convincing. He realized he couldn't run forever; it was merely a way in which he could get all those people that were coming for him in the same relative place where he could take them one by one if he had to. If he was really trying to run away, he would have used a well timed Soru to evade them all together. Being a lawless sort of place, uproars werent necessarily an uncommon thing... but to think that here he was trying to stay incognito and was already receiving such a warm welcome, led him to believe that perhaps there was something else going on. Djazz made tracks until he was sure that all those accounted for were somewhere behind him, so he could turn and face them; instead of being surrounded. Accounting for his blind spots were a high priority on the field of battle, "Joyeuse, are you ready?" he said, speaking to his blade as he turned about, pulling it upwards in a prepared stance, "Come at me and I won't have a choice but to defend myself..." He warned. |
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| Gino-TL | May 1 2014, 01:50 PM Post #9 |
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"Gemini... Forget about my wound and go after him!!" Skadar shouted out through the cries of pain to the girl who had turned to help him. He had seen two hooded men chase after Djazz and knew that the bosses would be pissed if he lost their target to some cannibalistic cult. The girl stood hesitantly on the spot, caught in two minds over what to do as she shouted back "Skadar!!!". His reply was to shout at her to go, and reaffirmed by his conviction, she headed off after the three of them. No.5 continued chasing him with expert speed, making sure not to keep him out of sight whilst remaining in the shadows. No.8, taking a more rounded route, jumped up onto the rooftops and began chasing him from there, making sure Djazz didn't notice. they were clearly more skilled in subterfuge then the boy and girl and caught up with Djazz as he backed into an alleyway. No.5 charged from the front, a broadsword three quarters his 6'5" body as No.8 stood directly above Djazz, firing down two explosive bullets towards his head. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 1 2014, 02:50 PM Post #10 |
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They finally launched an assault and it even took a moment for Djazz to assess the situation as the two that chased after him weren't too shabby at being stealthy. That being said, he had already turned to face them and as soon as they emerged from the shadows to launch their attacks Djazz was ready. They were doin' the ol' bait and lob technique; something he remembered from dodge ball back when he was a kid. One person lobs a ball over the head of the individual to distract them while another throws the ball directly at them. For the person being attacked, they will think the lobbed ball would be an easy catch; rendering the person 'out', but before they would have a chance to catch the lobbed ball, the would have been hit by a direct attack. The best general course to avoid this dilemma was to avoid both incoming attacks all together, but Djazz had already done his fair share of running. He had no idea that the bullets were explosive at the time, but had already planned his course of action. Wasting no time, he gripped the blade in his hand, expunging the heat through rapid convection. The sword itself became dangerously cold as he stepped forward into the attack. As the man slashed with his sword, Djazz met his opponent with a sword slash of his own. The frozen nature of his blade would trump even the steel of his opponents sword as Djazz performed an uppercut. His opponents sword was instantly made brittle and then caused it to shatter all from the force of his frozen swing. The follow through would hit the man, known as "Number 5" upwards into the air to receive the two explosive bullets in his steed. Only then did Djazz realize they were explosive. If the 'Number 5' guy could get up after taking explosive bullets and a frozen slash, then maybe he would be worth interrogating, but still, Djazz didn't have any clue as to why they had attacked him. From his position he ran after 'Number 8' who was upon the roof tops. He wanted desperately to ask why, but after just assaulting his partner, Djazz doubted he would get answer, "Not bad Joyeuse, as cool as always." he said, smiling as he spoke to his sword. In the mean time, apparently the woman known as "Gemini" would be running after them, but she had yet to appear on the battlefield itself yet. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Gino-TL | May 3 2014, 07:53 AM Post #11 |
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No.5 fell to the floor in a burning heap. He rolled around, putting out the fire, before pushing up onto his feet and pulling out a denden mushi. He wiped blood from his mouth as he rang it, waiting for the call to be recieved. The familiar fuzz of the denden mushi connecting together told him that he had got through and calling through his gasps of pain, he shouted "Everybody!! We found him on the west side of the market place!!! No.8 is pursuing now!" With that he stumbled up and jumped up to follow after them. No.8 could see that Djazz was gaining on him as they continued their high speed chase through the rooftops. He had to gain some ground and regroup. He needed a distraction. Pulling out his mechanical arm from under his robe, he pointed it back at at Djazz and fired off some exploding ball spikes mixed with some Semtex. Using the time his distraction gave him, he jumped down into a crowded street attempting to hide in with the crowds. No.3, No.10, No.4 and No.6 were the closest to the west of the market and had bumped into each other on the way. They headed off towards where the commotion was coming from, quietly and expertly navigating their way through the crowds. 9 men in black suits and sunglasses spotted Djazz. He was running along the rooftops in plain sight. One of them called out "There!!! Fire!!!!". With his words as conviction, they all pulled out machine guns and began shooting at where Djazz was. The extremely thing pirate woman and the long tongued, wart faced man walked down the street of the market place. They had heard that Djazz was looking for Izuru from what the merchant had been saying to his bodyguards. After reporting this to captain Longtail, they walked down the street they had come as they continued their search. Halfway down the street, they found a boy who was apparently injured frantically shouting at a girl with a large hammer. From what they heard, the two were after Djazz too and had apparently made contact with him. They watched from the crowds as the girl headed off in the direction Djazz had apparently come from. Without thinking about making contact, the two swept past the injured boy and followed the girl, making sure they were not spotted by her as they went along. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 3 2014, 08:51 AM Post #12 |
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Djazz had apparently followed the man known as number 8 onto the rooftops to chase him down. However, the man was obviously fleeing with intent on getting away. Turning, he shot a number of bullets towards Djazz. Having already seen that they were in fact explosive, Djazz was confident that he could handle them without much of a problem. Utilizing his grandmastery of swordsmanship, he could slice through the bullet and the explosive; cutting the explosion itself to create shelter for himself. For anyone who was unaware as to the nature of grandmastery, they could only assume that Djazz was in fact hit by the man explosive rounds, when instead he had chopped them up and was just fine. From the roof top, however, a number of gangsters seemed to try and take advantage of his position and began firing off rounds of their own (albeit, normal gun shots) onto the roof where he was. It was obvious to him that the number 8 guy was attempting to use the attack only as an escape mechanism, which Djazz was totally okay with. He had no reason to want to kill him, other than the fact that he had attacked him. But in his own naive world, maybe the man would have seen his partner defeated and abandoned the mission himself. This was the perfect opportunity for Djazz, as the burst of dust from the explosion would serve as a good smokescreen for his own escape. Apparently number 8 had found a crowd to hide in like a needle in a hay stack, so why not Djazz as well? Jumping from the building undetected, he would land back into the street while the gangsters shot at the roof blindly. Of course, anyone in the are watching would have their eyes fixed to the settling dust to see if Djazz had fallen victim to the explosions and the bullet fire; but by the time it was clear enough to see, it would be obvious that he was long gone. Regrouping, Djazz sheathed his sword as he walk through a back alley and out the other side where the traffic of people were much heavier. They seemed oddly undaunted by the loud violent sounds only a few streets over as though it were a common occurrence on an island like this. Djazz did his best to blend in with the masses, making tracks from the scene. He had managed to defeat number five, and lose not only number 8 but also the girl that tailed him. But what of the suited individuals? He had only caught a glimpse of them after all, but why would they get involved? Djazz was frustrated that he couldn't link the many variables together to try and make sense of why he was being attacked by so many seemingly unrelated factions. It was as though he just had a target on his back that people couldn't resist to... Ohh wait... He did have a 30 million dollar bounty... and a lawless island was a good place to find and capture people for bounty hunters and pirates alike. One could even make a living doing it if they were good enough. Was his bounty just high enough to be marketable and just low enough that he be underestimated? Djazz resisted the urge to slap himself on the forehead at his misfortune, but at least, he had some sort of lead and would expect that others would try to ambush him in the future. Now critically paranoid, he would be watching all angles for any other bold or greedy pirate hunters trying to make a quick pay check. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 4 2014, 07:33 PM Post #13 |
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Having made a hasty escape, Djazz found himself in a tight position. If he was right about his 'people coming after his bounty' hypothesis, then his arrival on the island was far from incognito. He hadn't ever thought that he would have to be stealthy from the get-go, as arriving at a new island felt as though he would just be arriving as a stranger on a new land; no one knowing him and vice-versa. However, this seemed not to be the case. As though there was some underground forum in which bounty hunters traded and shared information on who they saw coming and going, he had found an enemy in the market place almost everywhere he turned! Could even the shop keep that he had brushed shoulders with not too long ago be part of his odd conspiracy against him? To be fair, he hadn't had a problem until he arrived in the market himself, so perhaps it was time that he make his search elsewhere. Trying his hardest not to be naive about the situation, he put himself in the shoes of those coming after him. Now that they had gone out of their way to engage him, they would most likely continue to chase after him no matter where he went. As the common colloquialism goes, 'you can't run but you can't hide', Djazz found himself in a position where those were indeed his two fondest options. This was a lawless island and there was no doubt a bureau somewhere on the island. But finding the better business bureau was going to be as hard if not harder than finding Izuru himself. For as long as he was taking heat from some supposed bounty hunters, he would have to put his previous quest on pause. He had a sneaking suspicion that Izuru wasn't going to go anywhere, and that perhaps he should take care of his own life instead. Reaching into his pocket, he fetched from his wallet the 'Ghetto Pass', a small laminated business card which allowed him special access to a special club known as the "Better Business Bureau". The club was very selective about the individuals that would join it but the most of them were darker in skin color and assassins by trade. While he was trained both as a swordsman and an assassin, he didn't necessarily consider himself a full fledged assassin as it were. He enjoyed fighting out in the sun as much as he did from the shade, and so wasn't proper enough to be considered a real assassin. In any case, by staying at the Bureau, he could at least have shelter from any that were attempting to follow him, and there were often many bureau locations from island to island, like small secret inns. He scanned the card for any clues as to the location of the bureau on the island. However, besides a few decals that made the small card look fancy and official, as well as a password to enter the bureau in the first place, he didn't see anything that would give him any good signs or indications as to it's location. Physically scratching his chin, he continued under the cover a moving people for as long as he could, but realized that it would only last him so long depending on how many people were after him. He soon came to an open court yard type area, which was surrounded by all sorts of food vendors. Imagine if you will an out door food court with a large circular area, a fountain at its center (though the fountain itself wasn't working), and all sorts of fast food like carts lining the outer perimeter. Djazz had to get some idea of what he was dealing with. Were the two small groups related, or did they have separate allegiances? Was it an isolated incident, or was it bound to happen again? And most importantly, how many people were drooling over his head. Taking a seat in the courtyard and keeping his head low, he offered himself up to whomever may still be pursuing him. Here in an area like this, it wasn't hard to get a vantage point from one of the surrounding roof tops to scan the area. It also wouldn't be too hard for Djazz to realize when someone was coming after him, as he could monitor the movement of the crowd and even individuals attempting to be stealthy would stand out. He would wait here for a few moments, and see if anything happened; setting a trap with himself as the bait. |
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| Gino-TL | May 4 2014, 08:46 PM Post #14 |
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No.8 had managed to escape, panting, he headed back to where N0.5 was. He found him a short way from the fight earlier, bloodied and unconscious. Walking over, he checked him once over before heading out to find No.1. Gemini had got word back from the older man named Jispy, who she had told to get the "2". Word was that they had already known and were heading out to find him. "Dammnit... Of course they knew!" she muttered as she followed Djazz -who she noticed slip into the crowds during the altercation- to a sort of courtyard. She went in for the attack when 7 black suite men charged in for him as they shouted "Attack!!!". "Shit" was all she muttered a she realised that more people were after him then she first thought before charging in wielding her hammer behind her. Two men walked down the street, one tall with extremely long legs and one short and plump with extremely long arms. They walked in professional silence as they went along, men who clearly had a mission and a purpose. Jipsy's news was no surprise to them, they just wanted to wait until the other competitors thinned out first before acting and so they strolled down the street without actually going to where Djazz was. No.3, No.10, No.4 and No.6 arrived at the scene to find a lot of commotion but no Djazz. Without showing any anger, or any emotion for that matter, No.3 called out in a stoic voice "No.10.... find him!". With that, No.10 sniffed the air like an obedient hound, oppened his mouth almost to taste the air with his tongue before pointing in the direction of the courtyard. With that they shot off, No3 wielding a giant broadsword on his back, No.6 hunched over like quasimodo and No.4 wearing some fancy gloves that stuck out like a sore thumb. They arrived at the place and upon seeing Djazz, set up their formation and attacked him. The skinny woman named mistique and the long tongued pirate named spotty were walking down the street when they heard the noise. Rushing to the source of the noise, they found some men in black suits attacking Djazz in the centre of a courtyard. They both smirked at their luck as they ran in to attack as well in an attempt to take the bounty before the other competitors. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 4 2014, 09:43 PM Post #15 |
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In no time at all the ice was broken and a number of notable figures appeared from what seemed to be thin air. It didn't take a genius to notice that someone yelling 'attack' was potentially hostile. Djazz perked up immediately to notice the men in black suits. They seemed to be similar to the ones he had seen earlier that had attempted to shoot him off of the roof tops. Armed with both weapons of their own and guns, they would open fire on Djazz as a few others rushed toward him. The sound of gun fire was enough to make people who were innocent or uninvolved scatter like cockroaches to light. Djazz wasted no time, as there was no time to waste without being riddled with bullets. He clutched the table that was in front of him and pulled upwards hard. Straining only for a moment the metal courtyard table, bolted to the ground, was plucked up like a derooted tree. Flipping the table on its side, it would serve as a make shift shield; bullets bouncing and reflecting every which way as they collided with the thin metal sheet before him. While they were trying to shoot Djazz, a few civilians were caught by stray bullets, falling to the ground either injured or dead. Something about that strung a nerve with him as he became annoyed by the very idea that they would so rashly attack him in public like this. Djazz's eyes flashed up quickly and scanned terrain around him. He figured that while people where trying to flee the scene, those who were wanting a piece of him would be scoping out the place or standing their ground. The sound of gunshots inspire flight, not curiosity. In the few seconds he had to act, he noticed a few suspects whose general appearance as well as steadfast expression seemed like that of a person looking for a fight, not someone who was concerned for the well being of their life. Reaching behind his back, Djazz had already decided his course of action. He grabbed a small lunch box (Yes of all things, a lunch box), and in almost a single gulp, swallowed his lunch for the day... Jerked Lobstar. By now, the suited men had arrived with weapons, while the others pinned him down with gun fire. In a lunge that can only be defined as a spartan kick, Djazz kicked the table with the soul of his foot to sent it flying at the gunmen. Getting hit by a metal table, the men were toppled over like bowling balls hitting a pin. As for those that attacked him? It was then that the lobstar he swallowed kicked in. His body became excessively shiny. By some manner of celebrity power and seafood, the meat of a lobstar makes anyone shine like a star; part of the reason he had been keeping the jerked meat with him since he happened upon. He couldn't help but strike a brilliant pose as though a celebrity himself (something he had always wanted to do) as the shiny brilliance of his body was overwhelming for the mooks around him. Those few suited men that remained collapsed and drawing his sword, Djazz was quick to dispatch each of them. After all, they had no way of defending themselves while unconscious. But that seemed to only be the first wave. Even after just defeating a hand full of useless gangsters, it seemed as though some were setting up a formation against him, and others rushed in while even more stood on the sidelines and watched. Putting his sword up in a defensive stance he prepared himself for a fight. Based on the general appearance of a few of the individuals, he could tell more or less who was in alliance with who; meaning that even though they all had him as their target, they weren't all necessarily working together. Either way, the only people that were left were him, and those who wanted his head. "Quite the welcoming party you guys here at Rowe Rowe Island." He said, "Hope you don't mind if I show you the same hospitality even though I'm your guest here." He said, prepared for the next round of hooligans to formally attack. Spoiler: click to toggle
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