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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 6 2014, 08:52 PM Post #16 |
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Old Sea Dog
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It wasn't long until the four who had initially surrounded him were posed and ready to attack. They wasted no time breaking their formation in a square pattern around him to attack; converging from each point in a claustrophobic sort of attack that make it impossible to keep track of each of them individually; Because of where they were, each would always be at a ninety degree angle from the other (thus creating a square). If he were looking directly at one of them, then there would of course be one directly behind him, and holding his ground meant that someone would always be ready to stab him in the back. It was an disadvantageous place to be, of course. Fortunately, this tactic was one that he was at least slightly familiar with; and thus, he knew the weakness of it as well. If one of the four points of the square was broken, then the other points are jeopardized. From his position he would see the person directly in front of him and in his peripheral vision there was the two on either side. There was of course the person behind him, that he couldn't see, but he already knew where he would be in relation to the the others. He had already noticed that they were numbered, and he could only guess as to the reason the numbers existed. The person he head defeated before was 'number 5' if he remembered correctly; which didn't give him any clues as it was smack in the middle of 1 and 10. There was a possibility that it was based off of rank, where 1-10 were and ordinance list... but was 10 the best, or was 1 the best? Apparently, the person behind him right now was the #10, meaning he was either the best or the worst among their ranks (assuming of course that there were only 10 of them). It was some what of a risk, but he would target #10 first, and by seeing how strong he was, he would have a better idea of where each individual number fell. As each of them attacked, Djazz would immediately turn foot and charge the person behind him. The #10 would be caught slightly off guard, as he was supposed to be the one in the 'blind spot' and have the easy kill. Lunging forward with his sword, the #10 man would be pierced through the chest as now the Other three numbered individuals were now forced to pursuit. With the relative easy with which he defeated this opponent, he could only assume that the #10 was in fact the weakest, which meant that the #3 person was perhaps the strongest among them. There was the problem that the #1 and #2 weren't yet here, but the fact that #5 wasn't all that impressive meant that at least 5-10 would be push overs. Djazz retract the sword from the mans chest, leaving him wounded and bleeding as he blinked from this position to create space between him and the small crowd of people trying to attack him, "Come on, not everyone at once, yeah?" he said out loud, taunting them. He always spoke to the emotions of others and attempted to do anything to push someone over the edge so that they were no longer thinking clearly. Even stronger opponents who lost their cool were weak to the power of his mind, and having watched their weakest member getting run through might just be just the trick. That being said, none of them seemed to be much of the emotional types. As for the other? A skinny woman and a long-tongued man were also trying to introduce them into the fray, be he hadn't bothered to engage them. His blink put him on top of the fountain itself, giving him some illusion of the high ground and now placing him in the dead center of the plaza, "Little tricks like that won't work on me..." he said confidently, "Unless you want to end up like your friend there." |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 6 2014, 10:50 PM Post #17 |
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Old Sea Dog
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'What a world I live in' Djazz couldn't help but think as he stood upon the fountain like statue that stood in the middle of the courtyard plaza of the outdoor market. From here he could see the enemies that had immediately engaged him in an attempt, form what he could gather, to take his head or capture him in turn for a bounty reward. While thirty million beli was nothing to laugh at, was it worth the effort? Was it really worth it? How many times had they done this? So eager to jump into the fray as though he were free money. They had the look of well trained and experienced men among them and yet, here they were, happily throwing themselves against his blade in a clash over money of all things? The weakest member of the numbered men had already fallen, and yet their comrades weren't even phased. In spite of his taunting jest, it seemed as though the remaining numbered men were still quite emotionless in their expression and their demeanor. Who did they work for? Who assigned them their numbers? They were trained, after all, to be this way. It was customary of many who took up the trade of both warrior and assailant alike to rigorously train to have their emotions removed from the equation of combat. While it was foolish method of molding warriors, it wasn't a bad way for mold soldiers that would listen and obey. It was most likely that these individuals answered the call of someone higher, or maybe a higher order all together. Surely then they had to have a greater inspiration for attacking him other than money? But no, Djazz couldn't give them any more credit then that. The world he lived in was one where the dollar amount on someones head was more important then the priceless life of ones comrades. That when someone fell, there was no one there to pick them up. At the very least, Djazz could depend on one thing. No, wait, make that two. First of all, himself. Secondly, his sword, Joyeuse. It was customary of warriors from Stronghold Island to name their weapons, so that even on the battle field if they were outnumbered ten to one, they would feel as though it were ten to two instead... slightly better odds. And look where he was, in a similar situation. Himself against all these people who didn't see Djazz as more than a dollar sign. People who looked at him, and looked at those that have fallen before him and give no second thoughts to attempting to strike him down. If he fell to people like this, he certainly didn't deserve to continue his personal journey. The skinny woman and long tongued man who seemed to be together, yielded slightly. Where they were originally looking forward to running head long at Djazz, now they were waiting, almost curiously, to see what would become of those emotionless and numbered men. Among the numbered were '3', '4' and '6'. Having hypothesized that the men with lower numbers were stronger, it would mean that this would make up more of the middle ground of their force. They hesitated only for a moment to regroup before heading back into action as a trifecta. While the #6 stayed behind, the #4 and #3 came at Djazz immediately. The #3, with his sword, went for the base of the fountain itself, slashing right though the rock hard concrete structure and undermining Djazz's footing while the #4 jumped directly at him in an attempt to attack while he was off balance. The mans gloves stood out very obviously and were most likely his weapon of choice, but as to what they did Djazz couldn't be sure. He decided to play it safe before jumping into an unknown attack. Abandoning the fountain as it crumbled to the ground, he jumped to the ground, creating distance once more between him and the three numbered assailants, "It would be easier if you guys just came one at a time ya know... hard to taunt when you keep making me back up. Jeeze." he said, comically speaking to himself as well as the others. He had already realized that attempting to 'get in their head' so to speak would not work. If they were willing to die trying to capture him then it wouldn't really matter what he said. But these guys were so silent and emotionless that he had to do or say something to lighten the mood. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 9 2014, 06:13 PM Post #18 |
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Old Sea Dog
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He would have to drop the act for a few moments, if only to focus on the three goons that were in fact coming after him. Suddenly the third (and perhaps weakest) of them came flying out of no where toward him in a straight line. Djazz was a alittle surprised to see that the man was coming at him back first, but had little time to question it he held his sword up so that the man would simply impale himself on the blade itself. However, when the cloaked figure known as '#6' hit the sword, it wasn't nearly the impact he was expecting. Instead, it met with a familiar clang sound as though metal has just impacted with metal. However the force of the impact made it difficult for him to stand his ground, as it had considerable knockback as well. Abandoning his plan to stab his opponent through, he switched handles at last second to parry the attack; ripping the cloak from the mans body as Djazz himself was thrown to the ground. The man shot past before skidding to a stop. Looking up and gathering himself, Djazz was surprised to see that the man didn't have a hunch back at all, but instead, was wearing a turtle shell as though he himself were a turtle man! It was obviously just an odd piece of armor, but hard as metal, it would take more than a quick stabbing to undo it... unless... Suddenly another wave of attack was upon Djazz, cutting off his through. The man with the weird gloves through a punch at Djazz as sort of a haymaker, and with little time to avoid it, he jumped back only being grazed by it. The grazing alone was enough to trigger a very familiar sensation; that of being shocked by electricity. And of course, as he looked up at the very futuristic looking gloves, the cackling sparks of electricity were also quite obvious. The mans first punch wasn't the only one, he continued to throw one punch after another, repeatedly forcing Djazz to back up as a result, coming close and close to the edge of the rounded courtyard. It was as though the courtyard had becoming some large gladiator ring, and now Djazz was being tested by the welcoming committee of the island. Thinking introspectively, he recalled his own attack which used electricity. He was well aware that he used it often against opponents with metal weaponry and metal armor, as they would often be shocked regardless thanks to the conductive nature of most metals. Thus, someone using shock gloves were most likely quite aggressive because even if Djazz tried to block, he would still be neutralized. Thankfully Joyeuse wasn't made from metal at all. Infact, between the Legendary Obsidian of the blade and the Seastone edge, there wasn't a speck of real metal on it! The #3 used the pressure to get a good angle. Quickly jumping into the air and then falling like a rock, the man landed directly behind Djazz so that as he continued to back up, he would have no choice but to run directly into the man with his Broad sword. Once again making good use of their numbers; Djazz found himself between a rock and a hard place... or in this case, an electric glove, a broad sword and a... giant metal turtle shell... |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 10 2014, 12:19 AM Post #19 |
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Old Sea Dog
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As the battle continued, Djazz couldn't help but flash his eyes in the direction of the vultures that were waiting in the wings to get their piece of him. Hypothetically even if he was defeated by the three numbered guys, it was who ever had the body at the end of the day that would claim the bounty. Djazz, in his paranoia was having enough trouble keeping tabs on the three he was already fighting, and if another person joined the fray, he would have no choice but to flee; as holding his ground would become progressively more difficult. Luckily, they didn't seem to have common alliances, only a common target. As a result, they would only swoop in and attack whenever it was most opportune, but not necessarily to aid the ones who were already attacking. Luckily, he had a plan for these three brewing in his mind. He kept getting pushed further and further back by the man with the electric gloves, while behind him stood the man with the broad sword, waiting for him to get close enough to strike. Meanwhile, it seemed as though the man in the tortoise shell armor was also gearing up for another attack. Djazz couldn't tell exactly how hard the metal was, but in this case it didn't matter, what did matter was that the shell was in fact made of metal. Taking all these things into consideration, Djazz began to tense the muscles in his arm strategically. By sitting on the edge of activation and relaxation, the muscles of his forearm would rapidly contract, causing it to vibrate, and static electricity to build up, releasing around the sword. It wasn't long until the sword itself had built its own electrical charge, just like the electric gloves of the melee fighter before him. The turtle armored man flung spun about in the air before flinging himself at high speeds towards Djazz, retracting his arms and legs as though he were in fact a turtle in a shell. The whole thing seemed very similar to the use of a shell from any of the various mario based games. Normally he would have been bashed over by the shell; as he couldn't defend himself while dodging the melee fighters attacks. Thinking Djazz cornered, the man with the large broad sword jumped into action him. Even though Djazz was aware of all the variables, in a normal situation he would have been doomed to fall to one if not all of the incoming attack. No doubt, those sitting on the sidelines were watching with particular interest now. The plan was dependent on one thing; his sword didn't itself conduct electricity. The melee fighter labeled "#4" threw another haymaker punch, but this time, instead of just avoiding it by backing up, Djazz through up his sword to block it with the blunt end. He watched as the seemingly emotionaless man lit up for a moment, thinking that this was their opportune time to strike, but as the gloves met the blade, a confusion set in just as quickly. A haymaker had considerable follow through and knock back, thus he was unable to simply pull his punch once he so confidently committed. Parrying the attack with his own electrified sword, he through the man with the gloves right into the path of the metal shelled man. The man with the electric gloves was stunned, but had no choice but to defend himself. Throwing his own hands up, he would try and 'catch' the human cannon ball of a shell. The second the electric hands came into contact with the metal, the man inside of the turtle like armor was immediately electrified. Within his shell there was no escape from being shocked from all angles. Djazz wasted no time shoving his own electrified blade into the back of the man he had just parried and the added voltage caused not only irreparable nerve damage, but also caused the gloves themselves to short circuit. The two men were neutralized in moments. If they were not dead they had certainly passed out. From stabbing the man in the back, he immediately pulled it out and raised it above him, as the massive broad sword came crashing down upon him. The force for the swing itself was amplified by the momentum it had from gravity and its already impressive weight. The ground below him gave way in the way of the attack in the form of a small crater, pushing Djazz himself down as each of his joint nearly collapsed as well. Gritting his teeth, he was already convinced that this #3 individual was in a league of his own. But Djazz's sword has been electrified after all, and the man who barred down on him had a sword which was in fact made of metal, or at least it would appear. The man remained emotionless, which was particularly surprising as he continued to push down with excessive force; enough that it seemed as though he were trying harder to crush Djazz with his sword than cut him. It was a battle of strength, but simply by holding onto the blade, Djazz knew that the man was steadily being shocked as though constantly being stunned by a taser. Djazz himself quickly grew worried as moments and seconds passed yet the mans force didn't halt. He was in a position where he now had no choice but to try and fend off the attack, as the sword was apparently something harder than steel otherwise the electrified blade would have been able to slice through even it. He could only endure. But to his great relief, the force on him slowly waned. The force of the electricity was taking its toll. Djazz was still incredibly impressed that the man had lasted so long while constantly being shocked, but thankfully the moment he started to relent, his stamina quickly declined. Succumbing to the voltage that coursed through him, the emotionless man and his massive sword lost its strength and slowly fell backwards onto the pavement behind him. Arms tired, Djazz immediately dropped them to either side of him before dropping to a knee. He was now breathing heavily and making a conscious effort to control his respiration. His own blade had run out of electricity just in time, returning to normal. If the man had held on for only a few moments more, he would have endured Djazz's attack, and barreled right through him. The #3 man was much more challenging then the previous numbers... and he had yet to see the #1 and #2 fighters yet. With any luck, they wouldn't even bother showing up. After a second or two to let the dust settle and make sure that none of his fallen foes were going to attempt to stand, Djazz gathered himself and came to his feet himself. Looking back across the battle field, it seemed as though the next wave of fighters were already preparing themselves. The long tongued man and the slender woman were already moving into position, "No rest for the weary... ehh Joyeuse?" He said to out loud to himself and his sword as he truly didn't have much time to breath. |
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| Gino-TL | May 10 2014, 01:33 PM Post #20 |
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The woman named mystique and the wart faced, long tongued pirate called Snot stood back, watching as Djazz dispatched enemy after enemy, one by one in expert fashion. They analysed his every movement, looking for any signs of weakness in his attacks. Any patterns that they could exploit. After watching him defeat them all, they decided it was their turn to attack and went in with a bit more caution then the other two. Snot went first, shooting our his tongue like a whip, aiming to cut Djazz's body up with his razor sharp edged tongue and burning him inside out with his acidic saliva. Whilst Snot attacked from the front, Mystique drew out 4 poisen tipped needles, and threw them expertly at Djazz's vitals as she ran around him. Gemini watched them all attack him and lose. She knew that she was outmatched but she couldn't let him get away so easily. Running in, she turned the explosion setting on and jumped high above Djazz, aiming to cut off his escape route as she aimed a blow to his head that would explode on contact. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 10 2014, 05:45 PM Post #21 |
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There wasn't much of a break from one heat to the next, and Djazz was sure that this round of fighters would no doubt have had the chance to stop and watch his last round of fights. Even still, two men sat in the background watching as the rest of the assailants in attendance came at him. Their approach was obviously much more cautious, but also quite a bit more refine. What he didn't realize was that the ugly guy with the warts and the long tongue had a tongue that wasn't just for show. All of a sudden it shot out like a chameleon at great speeds and like a whip, attempted to lash at Djazz himself. He was able to stop the tongue by parrying it with his sword and ducking immediately as it wrapped around his sword. The mans tongue whirled around the sword and clung tight to the sword like a tether ball to its pole. Meanwhile, the woman arched a path around him launching a series of small needles. A precision weapon, it was no double meant to do more indirect harm then damage on the surface. He himself wasn't one to use poison, but if he did, needles and other throwing weapons were the best way to administer them indirectly and efficiently. Normally these projectiles would have been easy to avoid, but with his sword bound by the tongue of the ugly guy, he had almost no mobility. Djazz made a number of observations in quick succession. First of all, the ugly guy had sat and watched the previous fight and knew that he was dangerous with a sword; enough to cut metal and electrify opponents if he was paying attention. In spite of this, he still went out of his way to attack with something like his own tongue. A sword under normal circumstances could cut something as soft and squishy as a tongue quite easily, no matter how long it was. The fact that it could be so tightly wrapped about the sword and not even draw blood against the razor sharp edge alerted Djazz to the extraordinary nature of the mans tongue. Djazz had heard after all that the tongue was the strongest muscle in the body relative to its size. If the tongue was made larger, it could easily become much more deadly, potentially. Even still, he didn't know exactly what it was about this man that gave him such an excessively long tongue. Even though his sword was bound, he could still yank and tug to about in a struggle against the man who was obviously trying to disarm him by yanking back. After having just had a test of strength against the man with the massive broad sword, Djazz was admittedly more fatigued then he would like to admit. But he would be damned if he lost to a freakin' guy with just his tongue. Tugging with all his might at once, he pulled enough slack to pull the mans tongue in between him and the thrown needle, using the mans own tongue as a shield. By using his opponents attacks against one another, he made it easier for himself by reserving some energy. The needle stabbed into his flesh in a way that his sword wasn't able to. What was even more crazy was that the needle itself seemed to slowly rot or degrade, melting as though burned away by the mans tongue. It was a powerful acid which was most likely made up of the corrosive enzymes of the mans very own mouth. It was gross but it was impressively effective for the mans fighting style. One good lick would most likely be as effective as one of his own sword slashes. However, the needle that stabbed into him cause his tongue to retract almost immediately. If anyone knew what that poison was capable of it was probably him, as the slender woman seemed to be his partner. As other needles were thrown, it was much easier for him to intercept them with the blunt end of this blade. With little momentum, the needles bounced off the sword and dropped on by one to the floor. Something was off though, one by one she continue to throw them at the same speed and the same distance, and persisted even though each seemed ineffective. Why would she persist unless? Flickering his eyes upward he saw the lady from earlier already descending upon him with a brand new hammer or at least it would seem as he had cut the other one. But here he would have no choice but to abandon his position. As the womans hammer came down, it landed with an explosion, however, Djazz had just enough time to blink out of the way, stumbling to get his footing. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 11 2014, 09:48 AM Post #22 |
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Old Sea Dog
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Once again saved by his ability to retreat by using his 'blink' technique, he would imagine eventually the same tricks out get 'old' in the eyes of the assailants attempting to take him down. Of course, than being said, he had succeeded in throwing his opponents into heads way of their own attacks one after another. Team work was one thing, but a cunning opponent would find a way to turn his oppositions numbers against them. In this case, a man with an extraordinarily long tongue would find himself pierced by a most likely poisoned needle thrown by his own ally. His hunch was an accurate one, and even now the poison was already coursing through the mans veins... well, the veins of his tongue at least. As Djazz looked up, however, he was shocked to see the man do something rather drastic. He pulled a knife from she sash of his belt and grabbed his massively long tongue by its base. With one quick and decisive hack, he slashed off his own tongue. It flopped to the ground and began to convulse on its own as though it were a dying snake. The whole thing was pretty disgusting and for the size of the tongue Djazz was actually concerned that the man would bleed out form blood loss! However, it would appear that the corrosive fluids of his mouth would close the wound on their own. He had prevented himself from getting poisoned by slicing his tongue off before the poison had reached his body, but at what cost. But why would he take such rash and harsh measures unless the poison itself were particularly deadly. It was foolish to carry around a dangerous poison and not also have its antidote on hand for 'accidents'. Among classification of poisons the ones whose antidotes were too slow to cure the poison itself was known as 'forbidden'. Among the worst forbidden poisons were those who had no antidote at all... If she was wielding such a poison, then he would have to be particularly careful. The next problem was that the other chick apparently had an exploding hammer. The previous hammer she wielded was hardly a threat, as he cleaved it in two with minimal effort. But for the hammer to withstand the force of its own explosions, this must have been a different caliber of weapon. Djazz had no clue how a weapon would come to spontaneously explode (or how he could somehow mimic this process with a sword, an idea he kept tucked away for the future) but the one wielding such a weapon wasn't too impressive from past experience. She had caught him off guard thanks to the distractions of the Slender woman, but in a one versus one situation she didn't stand a chance. It was always important to pick off the weak links first. Gripping his sword Djazz was just about ready to step up and make his first real offensive move of the day, instead of always being on his toes, defending and weaving through attacks. However, it seemed as though the slender woman had the same idea he did... As the dust settled, the slender woman stood behind the woman with a hammer, knife jutting out through her back and out of her stomach. As the knife was retracted, the woman with the hammer dropped to her knees and then fell over onto her side, seemingly incapacitated. Djazz has no idea if they were allies or not. Chances were she was just another assailant who had gotten in the way, and the Slender woman, like Djazz, recognized her lack of talent. The Slender woman then picked up the hammer, and DJazz realized that it was her intention to wield it. A woman with a forbidden poison and an exploding hammer. The ugly assailant was himself sidelined as he struggled to endure the pain of removing his own tongue. For once, Djazz was in a situation where it was just him against someone else. It was in these one versus one scenario where he was most effective. That said, between weapons and poisons, his opponent was to be taken seriously, to say the least. Already feeling the weight of fatigue, he would have to strain his focus in order to keep from slipping up, as an assassin would take any opportunity to get in a shot, even if it were a cheap one. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 11 2014, 12:16 PM Post #23 |
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Old Sea Dog
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The Slender woman jumped right into action. Her movement speed was impressive and she stride for stride was faster than Djazz. This was something that bothered him in particular because while he was aware that he wasn't he fastest person in all the seas, he didn't want to be out run by a girl! Manly pride aside, he also noticed that the woman could wield the exploding hammer with one hand where was the previous girl had to use two. She was most likely much stronger as well, but he would be damned if he let her get the better of him strength wise. With a weapon that exploded on contact, however, she wouldn't need incredible strength to outdo him. Even a blow that was blocked could do considerable concussive damage depending on the strength of the explosion itself. That being said, hammers, axes and other heavy duty sort of weapons were generally less maneuverable then swords, and Joyeuse had a great advantage in his mind. Not only that, but with this grandmastery of swordsmanship, he could evade the explosion in a way that would allow him to attack and defend simultaneously. With running away not being an option without the blink technique, he jumped forward to meet her in battle. The hammer came first, with a horizontal swing flying in from the right side. He knew that if he blocked the hammer from the mallet end it would most likely result in an explosion. Instead, he brought his sword up to the neck of the hammer itself, blocking it all at once without even touching the head of the hammer. But the woman seemed pleased, not worried. Her other hand still had the knife which was most likely coated in the same poison. Lunging forward with the knife, it would seem as though he would have no choice but to be stabbed in his right side, about his thigh. Luckily, as the woman stabbed into what was his pocket, it was buffered by some soft, squishy substance. Coupled with his reaction to jerk backward, he avoided damage by the narrowest of margins. His pocket however, was sliced open, and out of it fell the stabbed "Topographical Map Sphere". Both Djazz and the Slender woman looked down upon it. The woman appeared as though she was horrified at the sphere itself as a look of panic appeared on her face. For some reason, in her mind, she was being drained of not only all of her power, but also all of her knowledge as well! Djazz didn't understand why she was so horrified, but he wasn't one to hesitate. Extending his foot, he kicked the small sponge ball at the woman, which delicately plopped against her. Still, she was completely taken aback by this experience. Suddenly his blade burned red hot as the friction translated down his arm from rapid vibrations. Capitalizing on his position he brought the sword down from the hammer and across the frame of the slender woman, cutting her in half, diagonally. Sure it was taking advantage of an odd situation. Perhaps she had come phobia to sponges or small balls or something weird, but he wasn't one to complain. If it meant that he could dispatch yet another enemy then he wasn't going to complain. Jumping back he was now exhausted, and so were his arms which were forced to either fend off enemy attack or pushed to generate freezing colds, burning heats or shocking static. If he was forced to fight, he would obviously be fighting at a level a notch or two under what he was normally capable of. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 12 2014, 01:15 PM Post #24 |
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Old Sea Dog
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Djazz was almost reluctant to look up and around to scan the horizon for potential enemies. He had successfully handled the previous opponents one by one, but they were getting progressively tougher, and he was getting progressively more tired. Even in a war like setting, he didn't have to use one high level technique after another in such quick succession. All that were left at this point were the two men that had been standing on the sildelines the entire time watching. They were most likley the vultures that were waiting patiently for him to be weakened and roughed up before they stepped in to clean up and take their victory. They not only looked strong, but also experienced, as they were armed to the teeth and both were brawlers by the look of their large bulky exterior. Turning to face them he figured he might as well get this over with; after all he didn't have too much of a choice at this point. If he tried to run away he would just be exerting himself more before more of these hooligans and bounty hunters showed up to ruin his day. He still had enough vitality about him that taking a couple more guys down wouldn't overdo it, but he was most likely going to need a good meal and a nice long nap. Sizing up the last two of the competition, it was rather obvious that one had extremely long legs while the other had extremely long arms. They were most likely respective members of the long-arm and long-leg tribes; a class of human whose isolation on their individual islands had drastically changed the make up of their body over the years. These gradual adaptations had their specializations of course, but made them particularly deadly in the realm of martial arts. As they say, bigger is better. But as Djazz turned to face them, neither of them seemed to move. Were they expecting him to engage them? Or... wait... Turning his head he saw that the long-tongued ugly guy was still on his feet, groaning and moaning about something or other, and not in the sexy way either. Then he did maybe the grossest thing ever. Taking his knife, he cut the large wart off of his nose and like a donut hole or something he ate the thing! Djazz himself almost gagged watching the sight. What the hell was he thinking? But then it became clear. The wart must have been the source of his power. Years and years of meditation has brought him to building chi-like energy into his nose wart, causing it to grow larger and larger. Now upon plucking it off and eating it, he had been infused with a superhuman sort of power. The ugly man grew massive as his muscles exploded and bulged outwards; his entire body contorting into a hulk like figure; a Frankenstein like monster with an orc like exterior. After snapping out of the agony of the transformation he monster looked at Djazz and Djazz back at the monster. Djazz himself took in a breathe and released it as a sigh, realizing full well what was about to happen. He would have no choice but to fight off this goblin like fiend. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 12 2014, 05:49 PM Post #25 |
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The now monstrous figure now marched toward Djazz. The very footsteps from under his feet left prints buried into the concrete under him. No doubt this was his trump card. Djazz hadn't the slightest clue if the ugly guy was intelligible before hand, but if the foaming mouth and pupiless eyes didn't give any clues, he was nothing more than a brute force killing machine in this state. Raising his blade, Djazz prepared to defend himself. Suddenly the beast disappeared from view. Djazz's eyes hot open as he realized the gravity of the situation. There was no way that he had literally disappeared. It was much like the blink technique, but the persons loss of sense had attributed him an incredible sense of strength and speed. He was simply moving faster than Djazz's human senses could keep up with. And when the monster appeared, he appeared mere feet infront of Djazz himself, startling him. The monster's arm came down like a hammer as he attempted to crush Djazz under his punch. Thinking merely in terms of survivability, Djazz himself used the Blink technique once more to gain distance, and good thing too. Following through with his punch, the ground below quaked and the in it's wake a massive crater was created, cracking and breaking the foundation of the concrete floor itself. Djazz was astonished, but tried to keep his cool. One slip up, one moment of panic, and he would be reduced to the state of a deer in head lights. What does one do when they are facing an opponent which is stronger then them? They resort to tactics of skill and intelligence. Unfortunately with the man in such a monsterous state, there would be no strategy which could 'get into his head' so to speak. He could attempt gorilla warfare; but with his current ability, he couldn't simply run away and hide from his sort of beast. Short on options he would have to hope that one of his three elemental techniques could be enough to cripple the monster enough to be defeated. Among them, electricity seemed to be the best with fast and strong opponents, as the shock plagued havoc on the neuromuscular system and damaged nerves. All he had to do was figure a way to accomplish this without getting pummeled in the process. The monster was dumb, and although fast, would have a very predictable attack pattern, most likely consisting of powerful crushing blows executed in a straight forward sort of way. If he could correctly anticipate any incoming attack, he could potentially avoid it all together and get in the crippling blow he needed. But still, admittedly, it was a long shot judging off of what he had just seen. Before he had any more time to plot, the monster appeared once more with shocking speed. Preparing a shock of his own, his hand vibrated at a frequency high enough to charge the blade with a super static shock. He imagined he wouldn't be able to pull this particular attack off too many more times considering how fatigue had settled in in his muscles, but then again he probably wouldn't have the chance to really test his limits. As the monster brought both arms up, clenching his fists together to bring them down in a crushing motion, Djazz prepared for action himself. But then suddenly, the beast stopped moving... what was this? Clenching his arms and wrapped about his legs were the two individuals that stood on the sidelines! The long-armed and long-legged tribesmen where now holding tight to the monsters limbs, preventing even his massive bulk from moving. Djazz looked confused as he clenched his sword. Though he didn't understand the circumstance from which he was given this chance, he had no choice but to take it. Lunging upward he would do more than just cripple the beast; he would drive the electrfied sword into his chest and pierce his heart. Not only with is slice through the monster's heart, but the electricity itself would stop the heart cold, killing it instantly. In the same motion he grabbed the sword with both hands and pulled it from the monsters chest, landing with a backflip onto the ground infront of it. As the long-armed and long-legged man let the beast go of their restraint, the beast dropped to its knees, and then fell over lifeless. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 12 2014, 11:00 PM Post #26 |
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Old Sea Dog
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Djazz was reasonably cautious as both the long-legged and long-armed men gathered themselves and brushed themselves off. They had waiting on the side lines and perhaps saw the monsterous ugly man as a threat to claiming their reward. It was most likely that Djazz was their immediate next target. On the bright side, none others had shown themselves in the courtyard area. Were these two the last two hurdles he would have to overcome in this race? "Ha! Alright alright, at ease brother. You're not too shabby ehh?" the long-armed man said. Djazz shot him a quizzical look, though lowered his sword, "We ain't here to off you... well, we were at first but we saw that card of yours. Your bought it out earlier right?" he said. Djazz's mind raced for a moment before the light bulb went off. The card to the Bureau? Djazz dropped his sword, reached for his pocket and pulled out the laminated card, flashing it for both the men infront of him, "You mean this thing?" he asked. "Yeah yeah, that's the one!" He said, walking over to Djazz and throwing his long (I mean, really long) arms around Djazz to embrace him as a buddy. Djazz's sixth sense flipped to extreme paranoia for only a few moments as he still obviously didn't trust these two, but he slowly relaxed as the man didn't seem violent, "We heard the 30mil beli bounty and thought we'd capture it for the Bureau, but seems as though you're a member, attacking you would just be... well... racist! Phi-fafafa!" He laughed loudly as though he had made a joke. Djazz forced a smile as though to play along, though it did make some sense. The Bureau were a number of assassins, and no doubt made some of their living off of capturing bounties like bounty hunters, but only as side jobs. These two were most likely members as well, and while some were more active than others, his special 'Ghetto Pass' life membership gave him the special privilege no matter where he was, "So when I was looking at it earlier... you saw it and decided not to attack?" he said, "Jeeze, so it you were on my side, why did you just let me get attacked that whole time!" "Exactly! Well me and Frank here had to make sure you were worth your salt. I guess you were searching out the Bureau huh?" The long armed man said, taking his arm from around Djazz and looking at him with a still jolly yet more serious expression. Djazz looked to the long-legged man who had yet to even say a word. His name was Frank? Of all things Frank?! He looked almost in disbelief that the man's name was so simple as 'Frank' when there were so many things that were so much more exotic. "Well that and... I'm also looking for the Warlord by the name of Izuru. Apparently he's setting up camp on the island, or so rumor goes." He said looking from the long-armed to the long-legged as though probing them for answer. Both of their expression perked up in interest before they look to each other and back to Djazz "Oi, Izuru? What business do you have with a cold-hearted figure like him. Those warlord are nothing but trouble..." He said. "To put it simply, im on 'assignment' of my own, and finding Izuru will most likely be the first of many steps to completing my objective... let me worry about the details." Djazz said now quite stern to let the two know that he was serious with his tone. "Well... we can chit-chat about details at the Bureau ehh? This island is pretty keen on newcomers and based on who came after you today there will be more if we don't get a move on." He said with some urgency, looking about cautiously as though to insinuate future danger. Djazz didn't recall that while the 'numbered' people had been mostly defeated, that there were still the #1 and #2 people to deal with, and if they were stronger than the #3 person then he would be a challenge in himself. He had stuck around to face his problems head on, but wasn't going to stay for long enough to create new ones, "Yeah... good idea. You lead, i'll follow." Djazz said. ----Time Skip---- While Djazz hadn't found Izuru, he had at least, with a stroke of luck and persistence, located the bureau. While the bureau itself didn't agree to help in regards of locating Izuru, they were willing to allow Djazz to stay in the bureau itself while he searched. Each day passed rather slowly, and while the island continue to change and reform as a result of Izuru's influence, it was nearly impossible to find the man himself; nor did anyone want to speak on Izuru's behalf for the sake of either betraying him or getting involved in something they didn't want any business in worrying about. For pirates, the name of a warlord inspired both fear, hatred and respect. For civilians and ally of Izuru himself, they didn't want to sell out the figure that was slowly making the island their base. He had unlocked the dormant haki within his person and used this as an opportunity to meditate on and train this ability. While at first it seemed for strange and far a concept, it quickly became second hand for him as though a sense he had as normal as the previous five perceptions. Each day it became more and more sharp, and as he became more proficient it became something he could rely on to aid his search. By looking into and through one person or another he was fascinated by what he found. He could understand and articulate people on a level he never could empathize with before and could even size them up as though measuring their self worth against his own. In his mind, a man like Izuru would have a great measure of power; a sure sign that he would have found his target once located. Even still, a month had passed, and though Rowe Rowe island was large, Djazz himself was starting to grow impatient and even doubtful. Was Izuru still on the island? Where were his infamous crew members? He had to be completely sure he had searched high and low before moving on. All the while, he himself was avoiding the attention the various bounty hunters which made the lawless island their hunting grounds. While he made the first day mistake of making himself open and available, he made a point to step lightly and not stand out. With the help of the bureau eventually he had no problem hiding in plain sight and blending in with the inheritance... if anyone could really call this place home. But on this particular day, a month after his arrival, things were particularly quite. There was always an odd whisper in ones ears; like the chirping of birds or the background noise of bugs and other live things but made up of the constant hustle of devious men and their schemes of ambition. Today for some reason, that whisper was much more quite, as though sleeping and simply murmuring nonsense in its dreams. In a place like this, a land as rough as any sea, he would take this as a reason to be more cautious than usual, not to relax. There was always a calm before the storm, a wake before a tidal wave, and something about the cool breeze sent a chill up his spine that made him keep one hand about the hilt of his blade just alittle tighter. "What do you think our chances are today Joyeuse?" He said with a nervous smile to his blade in an attempt to keep himself in good spirits. As usual, the blade never actually spoke back, but in his mind, the blade was always just laughing in response... |
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| ♥ Singularity | May 15 2014, 08:11 AM Post #27 |
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Walking through town Izuru’s attempt at inconspicuous had ended in pretty in a pretty comprehensive failure, being the conniving proctor of deceitful villainy he was he’d thought of a scheme so dastardly and deceptive it might have been torn from loki’s very own hand book. If he wanted to walk through town unseen he’d need a disguise, and who better to walk disguised as, than himself!! Following said train of thought he’d had one of his men acquire one of the mask’s of his face they sold in town and used it to form a faultless masquerade as this new identity, What he hadn’t counted on however was A) His obscene height meaning he stood out from just about everything already and B) having yogi as a tail made him nigh on un-missable which mean culminating together they caused people to just assume the mask was in fact his actual face. Smiling faces and cheerful greetings still seemed to be all that barraged him, the feeble efforts proving fruitless as he tore the plastic grinning mask from his face and tossed it’s crumpled remnants to the ground, perky shit’s why the fuck couldn’t they just leave him alone? It was a question he’d asked jack and bali repeatedly especially when a crowd of well wishers had swarmed the front gate of his mansion with gifts and cards almost ending in him heading outside the slaughter the lot of them, but as they had told him then and every day since an admiring populace is an obedient populace and if he wanted the best from them they needed to revere him not fear him. Which lead to the current situation of him taking a jaunty stroll, a cheerful grin for all around him and nods of greeting to those who called his name, all the while seething inside and wanting nothing more than to crush a skull within his grip to ease the bubbling anger. Clover, that’s how he’d make himself feel better, messing with her a little always put a smile on his face. It wouldn’t be too long at least, already reaching the edge of the central district of rowe rowe all he had to do was make it through the towns edge and he’d be back to where he’d docked the ship. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 15 2014, 02:10 PM Post #28 |
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So far the search was proving to be without fruit, and it was almost time, in his mind, to double check his sources and start from scratch. Any information he did get was far from reliable. Of course, anyone who listened to rumors would thing that Izuru was jack frost himself, a massive and frightening giant of a man, followed around by great beasts. A man whose very appearance strikes fear into the heart of men! But how much truth was to all of this? Such a man would most likely stick out like a sore thumb, even among the hooligans and villains that made up a good part of the population of Rowe Rowe. No, it was most likely that the man blended in just fine, as if he learned anything while he had been sailing, it was that you couldn't simply judge a book by its cover. Trying to set the disturbing chill aside, he continued on focusing less on feeling and more on his train of thought. Looking forward he saw a man remove a mask and discard it in a frustrated manner. How taunting that masks of Izuru's face were common enough but the man himself was near impossible to find. Even if he had some sort of palace like manor, just sitting around outside waiting for him to claim accolades and gifts was hardly productive. This man even bothered to have a huge bear follow behind him. As though fate laughing in Djazz's fate, he would find imposters and pretenders instead of the real thing. With a sigh, he shook his head and attempted to move on. But as he literally walked passed the man, pretending to mind his business, something dawned on him. A tall man... followed by beasts... with a chilling aura that made him stick out like a sore thumb..? Djazz turned on a dime. Clutching the hilt of his blade, "Aye!" he announced with a little bass in his voice, "You wouldn't happen know where I could find, Izuru the White Serpent... would you?" He said firmly. His tone wasn't necessarily that of an admirer or something looking for fan service, but rather, someone with an ambition agenda in mind. |
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| ♥ Singularity | May 15 2014, 06:42 PM Post #29 |
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Hmmmm? The large man musing the sound of confused curiosity as he was asked probably the last question he’d ever expected to hear while setting foot on in this place. It seemed inconceivable that someone surrounded as they were by such merchandising could be confused about his presence while actually talking to him and yet here and now this was happening. Was he being screwed with, was this some sort of warped joke at his expense? Logically that made the most sense and yet while looking at the wistful expression staring up at him he just couldn’t bring himself to believe this kid had that level of deceit working for him, he wanted to return a sarcastic reply given the boy had managed to make such a fundamental error but before he even could his mouth moved reflexively offering the retort preprogrammed into his body by years living in the dirt ”Who want’s ta know?” He asked roughly and eyebrow raised while his expression contorted into a leer every bit fitting of a thug. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♦ TGIFlash | May 15 2014, 08:39 PM Post #30 |
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'Who wants to know' was more of response then he had gotten out of anyone else. Thinking him either an probing spy or someone with a vendetta against Izuru himself, the inhabitants made a point to protect the identity and location of the one who had invested such gross reforms into the island itself. There was only one way to confirm for sure; instead of speaking immediately, Djazz reached for his pocket and retrieved the bounty flier with his name on it. Of course the flier itself was out of date, as his bounty had been long 'frozen' since attaining his status as a Shikibukai. Djazz help the flier up to himself, looking back and forth from the flier to him and back to the flier. He then turned the flier around to present it to the look-alike himself, "This looks a lot like you." he said outloud, though mostly just as a thought to himself. With his other hand on his sword he would slowly draw it from his sheathe revealing the blade blade itself, "Joyeuse here wants to know. He's alot more curious than I am, if you can even call it a he." He said, perplexing for a moment at the fact that a blade can't necessarily be given a gender. That being said, he had always imagined 'Joyeuse' to be a male, though its name could also easily be that of a female. Shaking his head lightly he attempted to return himself to the common place. (As "the philosopher" it isn't uncommon for him to get off on random tangents). "You know," he thought to himself out loud, "There is one way to find out..." he said, pondering the idea of attacking Izuru himself. It it were him, the gap between their power would be evident simply by his status as a warlord. But then again, if the gap was supposed to be so great, then he would be running the risk of being defeated himself before even speaking his piece! Now what a waste it would be to have done all of this foot work only to give the wrong first impression, "Well... pleasantries aside, I'm Djazz. I've come from quite a ways to meet this 'Izuru' character and all I've found so far are cheap plastic imitations and bounty hunters... Can never be too careful, or I guess, skeptical?" He wasn't sure exactly what to make of him yet. In spite of being surprisingly large for a mere human, he had revealed surprisingly little about his personality thus far, "You wouldn't happen to have a second to chat, would you?" He said, dropping his hands lax to his side, blade dragging against the ground. Edited by TGIFlash, May 16 2014, 07:53 AM.
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