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| ♥ Emoisum | May 21 2014, 08:32 PM Post #1 | |
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It had been a solid three years since Samuel had left Cristelia Kingdom so that he could sail the sea in hopes of seeing more of what the world had to offer him - to become better. Over the three years, he had seen many islands in the Grand Line that had different cultures, people and other such things that he would have never seen back home. He had even made a few acquaintances during his travels, and several colleagues after might have thrown together a job or two for the sake of the experience more know-how on what other islands had to offer. They weren't the biggest of jobs but they achieved a good thrill and payout at the end of the day. While it wasn't often he would work with the same people twice, several of the people he had worked with were magnificent at what they were hired to do. Hitters, Grifters, thieves - they're a dime a dozen - but only great ones are worth reconsidering for future events. Allowing those thoughts to subside, Samuel found himself on the charter he had caught a ride - he didn't learn any information about where they were actually heading and just allowed himself to go where ever the charter was sailing to for the sake of enjoyment. The ship had sailed toward an island that that had, what appeared to be large cactus-like mountains - they could be seen as the ship gotten closer. As the ship closed in on the island, there was what appeared to be a canal that allowed for incoming and outgoing ships to sail further into the island as there didn't appear to be anywhere to dock or anchor down safely on the outer-rim of the island. Nevertheless, Samuel had stood with his bag tossed over his shoulder - he overheard one of the few folk aboard the charter ship call this place 'Cactus Island' - which explained the mountains and that they were heading toward Whiskey Peak and would dock there. Further in they could finally see the town - to both the left and right of the ship were buildings and houses, and there were plenty'a folk walking around. Though Samuel couldn't be sure from a distance, the majority of them didn't seem to be what Hain would assume to be 'locals' - a lot of them appeared to be ruffians. A lot of glares and glances were tossed the ship's way - he hadn't paid too much attention to the other passengers before but giving them a second look-over, some of them - if not the majority of them - seemed like they would fit in with many of the people walking around on the land. Regardless, the ship finally docked and the gangplank for those disembarking had been dropped. Just as Samuel was making his way toward the gangplank, he caught out of the corner of his eye a drunken fellow wobbling around and eventually hitting the railing and the sound to follow was a splash. "Cheh-heh.." -- he smirked to himself, though he wasn't the only one to laugh. Bag over the shoulder, hand resting on the hilt of Gilchrist - he disembarked from the charter and made his way down to the wooden dock and followed with the group of people that had also chartered in. He wasn't entierly sure what he would be doing here, but he would hopefully have time to figure that out - it's not as though he was in a major rush to leave the island, as he had only just arrived. Off the docks and onto the land, the ground beneath him had a sandy-texture to it as well as stone: Sandstone. "First order of business.." -- he spoke a bit quietly, aloud and to himself as he stopped after a few meters onto the land. He looked to both the left and right and he wasn't entierly sure where he'd find himself an inn - sleeping outside was grand and all but he had the beli to put himself up for a few nights. There were several people walking back and fourth in both directions, and eventually Samuel slid his hand off Gilchrist and extended out a hand to tap one of the folk passing by on the shoulder. "Excuse me?" -- he spoke with politeness in his vocals, the man stopped and turned and glared up at Samuel. He was shorter than Samuel, at least average height and appeared to be a samurai of sorts - but there was blatant face of irritation. Samuel didn't speak just yet as the samurai glanced down at the sword at his hip, "You're a swordsmen?" -- he questioned as his eyes brought themselves back up to Samuel's. There were a few people that also glanced at the two of them as Samuel remained silent for a moment, looking around at the ruffians that wandered, and back down at samurai. "Yes." -- he replied simply and the samurai turned completely to Samuel and took a few steps back and with his right hand on the hilt of the sword in his sash, and left hand resting on the sash itself. "Draw your blade." -- those words uttered by the samurai caused for more glances and even a few stops - laughs and other such reactions. There was a cocked brow from Samuel as he looked around. "... this is going to be one of those days?" -- he thought to himself as he started to put two-and-two together about why there so many rough looking folk. |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 21 2014, 10:40 PM Post #2 | |
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Last to disembark the docked ship, Malachi proudly praised himself outside of eavesdropping range, for what he was able to do during the charter ride to this island. Malachi continued his walk down the ramp, sparingly tossing his bottle up into the air every few seconds or so. “Man, had I slipped poison instead of this,” Malachi started off and did not continue until the bottle he had toss was motionless in the air due to a change in its direction to read the words on the bottle, “Saint…” Malachi caught the bottle and tossed it back up without thinking, as if it were a habit, "Drunk’s…Bourbon…Hunting…Bottle" Malachi finished. The thought that a single drop of the bourbon from this bottle could make even the most alcohol tolerant man or woman drunk caused a devious smile to spread across Malachi face. Malachi caught the bottle he had been tossing for the last time; he stuffed it into his rucksack, which matched the rag clothing he was wearing. Wearing rag like clothing was not Malachi's first choice but since he knew the ride would take a while and he would be unable to wash, what point was there to soil good clean clothes? Malachi had just the attire picked out in his mind for his adventure in the island though, and he wanted to change into it badly, but Malachi wanted to bathe before he changed into clean clothing. Reaching back into his rucksack, Malachi pulled out a single sapote fruit, and began tossing that. This sapote fruit in particular was rightfully called "chicken egg" or canistel because of egg yolk like appearance and texture. Malachi's favorite fruit. Inside the fruit, similar to an egg, is it's "yolk", which not only has the color of chocolate but taste like it aswell. In a sense it was similar to a cactus too. "Cactus Island", Malachi determined the island to be from what he had heard other people said and the overall shape of various things on the island. Malachi remembered reading about this island not too long ago and although the book he read was a bit dated, it was impossible to forget what he read about the Cactus Mountains. He read that the water stored in the island Cactus Mountains were gushing out, forming a waterfall. It’s there Malachi decided where his first bathe on the island to be and he wanted to take a bathe asap. However before he could do that, there were other more important things that needed to be done. Amongst them was to find out how long it will take for his log pose to set. It was one of the information he had tried to collect from the other passengers during the ride over but instead was ridiculed, but that was all in the past now, forgive and forget, it was Malachi’s motto. Malachi turned at the sound of someone spitting up water, it was the drunk that fell overboard. “Hurry, resuscitate him” yelled one of the men who rescued the drunk. “Yup, forgive and forget.” Malachi chuckled. … “That way,” Malachi said in a bit of a daze from spinning around with one of his hand's fingers tucked in accept for the index finger that pointed out in front of himself and the other hand Malachi used to cover his closed eyes. The point of this was to choose a direction of where he would be able to find information and his waterfall. He had to do so a couple of times though as the small crowd gathering nearby was growing bigger, and that’s what his finger kept pointing to whenever he had stopped spinning, removed his hands over his eyes, and open his eyes, every time before. Finally this time was different. "Alright, time to read err bathe, I mean find infor-ma-tion...?" Malachi indecisively wondered. Wobbling, Malachi did his best to walk straight, on the path predetermined for him to take as decided from the spinning. Malachi walked past the ever growing crowd and although he tried to focus on what was in front of him, his eyes shifted into the crowd for a split second and caught a glimpse of a man at the center of it. And it almost cost Malachi his life! That disastrous able pebble, Malachi almost did not see, almost caused him trip thanks to his dazed state. Malachi shook the horror out of his mind of what could have been and carried on carefully; slow and steady, watching out for more disastrous able pebbles, while tossing his sapote fruit up into the air. Edited by Spunky Misunderstood Genius, May 22 2014, 07:06 AM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 22 2014, 06:45 PM Post #3 | |
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Our knight's eyes weren't entierly locked onto the samurai's who opposed him, but they scanned the the area around him where people had stopped and were seemingly gathering and forming a ring of sorts around Samuel and the samurai - it was clear enough that they were wanting something to happen between the two swordsmen but of course that wasn't what Samuel was looking for nor did he have any intentions of following through with such. With his eyes brought back to the samurai's - our knight dropped a sigh, "I have no intention of drawing my sword." -- although those words escaped him, there was some doubt on Samuel's lips on the words he spoke. There was a heightened sense of tension and to some extent, Samuel wanted to draw his blade. There was talking among the people that had gathered around but Samuel wasn't honing in on their exact words - his eyes were carefully watching the thumb of the opposing samurai as it appeared he had an itch, "Then you can only blame yourself when you wake in the afterlife." -- in what seemed like a fraction of a second, that itching thumb pushed up on the guard of the samurai's katana as he swiftly unsheathed it and slashed upward toward Samuel's neck - fortunately enough, he had assumed such action would come of the samurai's itching thumb and prepared himself to duck down as the blade whistle as it passed the top of his head. But our knight didn't reach for Gilchrist as his free left-hand shot up and grabbed onto the blade, the tough Seaking leather aiding him from the blade cutting into his skin. He wanted to avoid needless violence and despite having this feeling and urge to fight the man directly, Samuel fought against that and wanted to disarm the swordsman - hand wrapped around the blade he could feel the samurai begin to pull it down and slide it out of Samuel's grasp - using his bag, he slung it up and off of his shoulder and down toward the samurai. Expectantly, the opposing swordsman was quick on his feet and let go of his katana's hilt and pushed off the ground and back - the crowd moved out of the way to make room as yellow-eyed swordsman slid to a stop. Hain quickly composed himself and stood upright and slung his bag back over his shoulder, flipped the katana in the air and held it by it's hilt. "May I go now?" -- he asked, sincerely. But it would seem the samurai had other plans as he reached into his garb and pulled out a flintlock and took aim at Samuel - causing the bystanders to take several steps back. "You disrespect the sword." - the samurai looked incredibly annoyed as he pulled back the hammer on the flintlock, but Samuel didn't appear to have any sort of fear in him as the samurai smirked - Sam watched his hand carefully and waited for the moment that he felt the trigger was going to be pulled - and when that instance came Samuel dropped his bag and ducked down and pushed off the ground forward and dragged the man's katana along the ground as the flintlock sounded off and the bullet soared. With Samuel propelling himself toward the gunman samurai, he had gave a swift flick of the wrist and used the samurai's katana to flick one the many deadly pebbles that were scattered all over up and at the samurai - he didn't have perfect aim of course but it connected with the arm that the samurai was firing with and as he was to pull the trigger on another shot at Samuel, his arm had flinched out of the pain of the pebble colliding with it and caused his arm to move frantically and fired off through the crowd of spectators and off course. However, it was perfectly timed with destiny and misfortune as the bullet fired off course from Samuel may or may not have found itself going through someone's fruit as it was being tossed up in the air.. All the while, Samuel shoulder-tackled the samurai and knocked the air out of him. With his now free right-hand, he caught the flintlock as the samurai had tossed it up in the air when the knight had knocked him to the ground. Standing vertical with the samurai's sword in his left hand, and twirling the flintlock on his finger in the right hand, he stood tall over the samurai as he held his stomach and was trying to catch some of the air that had been knocked. He looked over his shoulder to see those in the crowd, some were laughing while others were still whispering amongst themselves. [OOC: <3] |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 22 2014, 08:10 PM Post #4 | |
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Normally if a hole is made in the sapote fruit, it’s “yolk” does not pour, gush, or ooze out. However certain requirements were met when a bullet pierce the sapote fruit Malachi was tossing up into the air. The bullet cleanly made it through the fruit, and its kinetic energy that transferred on collision forced the “yolk” to gush out of the sapote fruit, out of the bullet entry. “It’s been decided, I will go to the Cactus Mountains and take a bathe first!” Malachi proclaimed, seeing what he hoped the gushing stored cactus waters of the Cactus Mountains would look like in the gushing sapote fruit. It was a really good decision, because the sapote fruit was not just gushing out its “yolk”, it was also spinning on its descent down, covering Malachi face with the chocolate pudding like “yolk”. To most, this would be treated as a first-world-problem or end-of-the-world-crisis, but to Malachi, well he was too busy licking himself clean to be concerned about such things. Even if he weren't busy licking himself, it was nothing to be stressed about, especially since nothing was really going to waste. “Oh crap, stop! Stop laughing.” One man said from the crowd to those who were laughing at Malachi’s predicament. “Haha. Stop laughing? Dude this is gold! The real crime here is that you aren't laughing with us.” A man laughing uncontrollable responded with a few nodding in agreement. The man who told everyone to stop laughing wasted no time explaining his reason, “You fools. Look at his eyes and the tattoo underneath it. It’s “Malachi the Ox!” Those who were once laughing took a second to confirm what the man had said was true. “The Ox!?” “That’s the guy that killed a marine.” “He’s crazy! I heard he thought the marine was actually a pirate.” “He is crazy, he claimed the kill to be an assassination. That crazy fool killed the marine in broad daylight.” “The story I heard is that he walked up to the marine, stuck his hand into the marine’s mouth and whispered into the marine ears ‘Surprise, it's an assassination’. Then that crazy bastard pulled the marine’s tongue out.” “I heard he ran into the marine and pierced his heart and head with his ox horns!” “Ox horns? Is he some kind of demon?” “Maybe he ate a devil fruit.” “He could be a zoan user.” Went the conversation of a few individuals in the crowd. Those same people stared at “Malachi the Ox” perplexed since he did not portray the stories they had heard. With Malachi standing a bit slouched, blank look on his face, tongue sticking out, and tongue bent on his sapote fruit “yolk” soaked sunglasses licking it clean, Malachi did not look the part at all. Malachi looked back at them with a confusion of his own, he stopped his licking momentarily to gather his thoughts before continuing. Malachi could not understand how or who would cause such irreparable damage to his reputation. “Hey, who was it,” Malachi began trying to find out who exactly were spreading such mean rumors about him, but before he could continue the crowd took a few steps back. “It’ really is him, look, he is as pissed off as an ox.” “Hell yeah I am, who wouldn’t? Who would do such a thing to me? Someone tell me who this person is that ridiculed my good name.” Malachi complained, unhappy with his reputation, ‘What happens if father hears word of this, that I'm some kind of insane marine killing assassin.’ Malachi thought to himself along with the consequences of such rumors spreading – he will be labeled a pirate. Malachi could not let that happen, he promised he would not become one as he left the archipelago he came from. The only thing that was supposed to come from his adventures away from home was finding himself, something his father agreed to if once Malachi found himself he would join the marines. Maybe taking a bathe was a bad decision, he needed to stop these rumors first. The crowd looked at one each other, nodded, and unanimously mistakenly pointed not to the person who started the reputation ruining rumors about Malachi but to the person at fault for Malachi being covered in the sapote fruit “yolk”; they pointed to the golden (orange/blonde) hair and eyed swordsman. The crowd wasted no time adjusting themselves into a crowd about both the swordsman and Malachi. Edited by Spunky Misunderstood Genius, May 23 2014, 07:58 AM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 23 2014, 04:04 PM Post #5 | |
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There wasn't much else to expect from the downed samurai as it would appear that Samuel had brought an end to what could have turned into a pointless bout between two swordsmen - and though the samurai called Samuel out on apparently 'disrespecting' the sword; the way that the now-defeated samurai was deflecting his own disrespect toward the way of the sword onto Hain - in the form of drawing a gun in what were to be a clash of steel. Regardless of any of that now, the problem had been dealt with and the Knight was free to move on and return to what he was going to - though in the back of his thoughts, Samuel did wonder why there was a sudden urge of violence that surged through him and he had fought off. It wasn't something that he had ever felt before, and while he was incredibly curious as to why, he'd have to dwell on it later. But as the flintlock had stopped spinning on the tip of Hain's finger, he took a hold on it with his finger off the trigger as he heard as the whispers that weren't all the audible to him turned louder and his attention had turned to them - the lot of them started going on about someone that gone by the name 'Malachi the Ox' and of course that name didn't ring any bells to the knight and he was about to go on his way and head further into town in hopes of finding someone that weren't like the folk that had gathered around expecting and raring for a fight between two people. Unfortunately, before Samuel was able to step too far away from the defeated-samurai, the lot of people had turned and all of their fingers were pointed at the knight - and he wasn't entierly sure why as only some of what they were saying amongst themselves were audible enough. That was when the crowd had spread out with their fingers still aimed at Samuel. The crowd appeared to make-way for a single individual that looked to have some form of chocolate or other substance on his person - who didn't appear to be incredibly furious or angered but was to some extent. Hain had only turned his head to give attention to the one that the people had spread-out form, but he decided to turn himself completely so that he was turned to face the man. Unlike a lot of the people that had, once again, surrounded two people in a circle-esque fashion to what, Samuel could only assume, form an arena for another bout but Samuel wasn't exactly sure as to why they were doing it this time - at least last time, a swordsmen approached another and made a poor attempt at provoking the knight into combat - and even then that bout wasn't a true one as Samuel merely knocked him off his feet and disarmed the poor fellow. Stood silent for a moment, he looked around at the circle of gathers - some of them appeared to have some fear in their eyes while others were, once again, looking for some entertainment in the form of battle between two people. He could tell that it wasn't Samuel they feared but the man they had distances themselves from - the fellow who was nearly the same height and size as Samuel himself. Though with no disrespect toward the man, and not said outright - Samuel didn't feel as though he were a threat; not in the sense that he was or wasn't a fighter but in the sense that he wasn't actually looking for a fight, unlike the samurai before him. As well, Samuel was being accused of something and he wasn't certain as to what the accusation was as he didn't catch everything that had been said between the crowd and the fellow across from him. A few of the people that were closer to Samuel spoke, "You've messed up now, big-guy." -- "Yeah! That's Malachi the Ox.. he's a ruthless!" -- "He's crazy, too!" -- all of them spoke what they had to say about the person and Samuel had turned to look at them - of course he didn't know what they were referring to when they had implied that Samuel had somehow 'messed' with this 'Malachi' fellow. Throwing his attention back to 'Malachi' - Samuel didn't give the man a glance with any rude or malice intent. Twirling the katana he held so that the blade was down, he stabbed it into the ground - and he then unhinged the flintlock and removed any remaining powder or ammunition from it and tossed it to the side, it slid across the ground and hit the tip of someone's boot in the crowd and the reached down and quickly picked it up - fumbling with it for a moment before they slid it into the front of their pants - a free flintlock was a free flintlock. He left the katana stabbed into the ground. Full attention on the man across from him. "I'm not entierly sure what these people are on about, " -- he began with genuine sincerity entwined with the words that he spoke, "But I apologize for anything I may have done that I didn't realize." -- again with sincerity. He didn't have a hostile stance of any kind, his arms were calmly crossed over one-another. "He's lying.. Ox!" "We saw him do it!" "He completely disrespected you!" Many of those among the crowd started again - Samuel's stance didn't change, except for the fact that he once again glanced around the gathers and scanned them - there was fear again. Did something happen that he wasn't aware of, and they were shifting the blame to him for the sake of their own safety? |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 23 2014, 08:53 PM Post #6 | |
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To stand on top of an edge of a fairly tall building and not wonder what it would be like to jump, to fall, is unlikely. Yes, oddly enough there is a small urge to do so, to jump, whether you lived a happy life or not. It’s a scary thing to know that there’s a part of you that wants death despite being built to, and want to, survive. That’s the fear that went through the men and women that crowded the swordsman and Malachi. They no longer wanted their fancy to be tickled, no longer wanted to be ENTERTAINED, they wanted their bloodlust to be satisfied. Satisfied by the very two they, the crowd, crowded around like in a colosseum. Because for the crowd, it was either the two did it themselves or they will self-satisfy themselves with their very blood hungry hands. And for the few that noticed this in themselves, it scared them, that was their fear, the fear to bring harm to another and risk their lives to do so, and it influenced them. The more seconds that passed the more was said to persuade the swordsman and Malachi to fight, and fight to the death. They chanted, they provoked, they taunted, they bellowed, and they spat. “You apologize?” Malachi drawled, completely finished with licking himself clean, in response to what the swordsman said to him a few seconds to a minute earlier. Instead of placing his shades back onto his face, Malachi placed them into one of his rag pant's sewn on pockets and then straightened himself till he was fully erect. It felt weird to do so, as if his body was a bit stiff; Malachi started from his neck and worked his way down stretching and cracking his neck, knuckles, and fingers. The crowd roared with uncertainty… With eyes full of purpose, body full of vigor, and legs moving with haste and impatience, Malachi strode towards the swordsman. Malachi’s actions commanded silence while the lively crowd demanded blood, and in good faith of what’s to come, the crowd lulled down to a hush. In what seemed like an eternity to the hushed crowd, Malachi finally stood mere centimeters from the swordsman. Impatient and overtaken by suspense, the crowd erupted in an uproar, "Pierce him with your ox zoan horns." "Yes!" "Punch him in the ear" "Pierce him with your ox zoan horns." "He thinks you're a cattle" "He thinks you're cattle fodder" "Bit his ear off" "Yell surprise" "He slept with you sister" "Yeah, pierce him with your ox zoan horns." "Shut up already, devil fruits aren't real." "Choke him" "Spit in his face" "He's wearing red" "So are you. Wait so am I. Don't hit whatever is wearing red." "Don't listen to this idiot, just don't hit us." "Knee him" "Pierce him with your ox zoan horns." "Do something" "Nothing is happening" "Shh guys he probably needs to focus" but when nothing happen they fell silent again. It was an emotional rollercoaster for them. In a quick succession of motions, Malachi extended his arms outward, and wrapped them around the swordsman, it looked like what a submission bear hug would look like to the crowd, but it was just a manly embrace, a hug. “Ah, well then all is forgiven.” Malachi told the swordsman in a tone a kid would take with an adult that had broken their toy by accident –oh, it’s alwight, I fourgwive you-. Malachi wanted to pat the swordsman on the head as well but he decided against it when he noticed the swordsman was taller than him. “You got a name? No wait, are you hungry?” Malachi said as he let go of swordsman, “Because I am, let’s go get something to eat, on me.” The crowd watched dumbfounded. “Wait, what? That’s it? What about what he did to you? Why aren't you pulling out his tongue and yelling surprise?” one disappointed soul from the crowd spoke up to say to Malachi, "Or piercing him with your ox zoan horns?" another added. “I have no clue about what you guys are talking about,” forgave and forgotten, Malachi answered with complete honesty. "Anyways, my name is Malachi. Did you just get of that charter that recently docked? I did." Malachi went on, but not without a chuckle and a big grin to and for whom he hope would be his new friend. Blood started to fall from those poor souls' noses, something about an aneurysm out of sheer stupidity. There was no longer any of the five senses that could not pick up on the building anger and madness in every person on the crowd. Growls and grunts could be heard; veins popping and fist clenching, some even around weapons, could be seen; with their blood boiling, temperature rising, and lack of bathe, their repulsive body odor could be smelt, the air even tasted like it; and at least for Malachi all his hair stood on it's end. “...Get them!” Edited by Spunky Misunderstood Genius, May 24 2014, 08:18 AM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 25 2014, 05:14 PM Post #7 | |
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There wasn't an ounce of hostility that Samuel could feel from the 'crowd' favourite fight of the two they had gathered around and as such, Samuel didn't feel the need to go directly on the offence but rather stayed calm in the moment as the distance between them started to shorten as 'Malachi the Ox' made his stepping approach toward the knight. The crowd around them were chanting for something to happen between an assumed strong combatant in the form of Samuel while the others were wanting blood-shed at the hands of the Malachi character. It was then amplified ten-fold as he appeared to be readying himself for a bout - getting the kinks out of his neck and other areas of the body that crackled under the right pressure. Hain's eyes remained on him - and the crowd was heavier for it. But silence followed as the distance had shorten to mere centimeters - the crowd on the 'edge of their' seat would be a way to put. But impatience were among them, and they all began erupting at once - most of which was audible but Samuel didn't care to take it in too much as the lot of it seemed to be babble-this, babble-that. The Ox that opposed him now appeared to have a lot of hype with just his mere presence. Although Samuel's eyes had scanned those that had gathered once they erupted, they were now back down at Ox. There was a weapon at his side and Hain couldn't be certain, but a weapon on his back - Samuel was ready if he were to reach for them and for some reason... Samuel wanted him to. What he had fought off earlier wasn't just a one time thing. An unexpected, twist of events occurred. Hain was on guard when the man had raised his arms but the hostility level hadn't risen and.. unexpectedly, Samuel found himself in the embrace of another man as this 'ruthless Ox' had his arms wrapped around Samuel and lifted him up and off the ground for.. too much of a hug. Once the moment of awkwardness was over, Ox had put him back down and on his own two feet. There was an odd vibe from this peculiar fellow but Samuel couldn't help but be the slightest bit confused. It was followed by asking for Samuel's name and if he were famished; but he was in a state of confusion. Not too severe, but was wondering as to what exactly just happened. The crowd could be heard again, they too, confused as to what had just transpired. The Ox had turned and looked at them - saying he wasn't sure as to what they were referring to - but jumped back to Samuel pretty quick. To humour to fellow, "Samuel." -- he said in regards to the question that Malachi had asked earlier, "And I did, yeah." -- Samuel was one to keep an incredibly straight face, and just looked at Malachi as he laughed and grinned - for whatever reason Samuel didn't know. And then the feel of everything around the two changed - there were irritated whispering among the crowd, moaning and groaning and Hain couldn't help but notice a few nose-bleed among the few of them as he scanned. That was until one of the many folk among the group shouted for them to attack and at the instance, out of the corner of Samuel's eye he caught someone charging forward with a massive axe come swinging down toward the center of Samuel and Malachi - in that instance, Samuel reached his leg up and pushed against Malachi's chest with enough force to push him out of the way - but not harm him of course. The axe hit the ground and was stuck for a moment, and Samuel retaliated by retrieving the katana he had stabbed into the ground - he put his foot down on the axe to keep it from coming up and with the blunt side of the katana he swung and hit the attacker in the throat - he'd surely find it hard to breath for a few moments but it wasn't fatal. "Why are you.. "fans" attacking?" -- Samuel asked, loudly enough so that it could be overheard by any commotion and such. Another man charged Samuel, unarmed and as the charger was doing such, Samuel stepped over and leaned into it and once the attacker's body collided with Sam's, he lifted up and sent him up and over his shoulder with a good-ol' back-body-drop. [OOC: Interview, sorry that I didn't get too much into the fight.] |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 25 2014, 10:50 PM Post #8 | |
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Malachi bottom hit the ground with a thud. Samuel kick did not hurt him but something else did, “Ahhh, the pebbles!” Malachi rolled over, without a care to any other situation and placed the right side of his face onto the dirty sandy ground, his knees as well, while his buttocks were high up into the air at an angle. In this position Malachi stretched out his arms so his fingers could wipe the pebbles implanted into his bottom as if they were porcupine needles. Good news for Malachi was from the direction of the crowd attack, they had to go through Samuel first to get to him. This gave Malachi enough time to clear his bottom free of the pebbles. “Alright, here comes back up” Malachi assured Samuel as something fell onto his head preventing him from joining the fray. Whatever it was to fall onto Malachi made his head hurt, a lot, especially since it caught Malachi off guard. As a result Malachi’s legs buckled, he even blacked out for a split second before he came to and tried to stop his fall. Needless to say, more pebbles. “Ah come on,” Malachi shouted to whatever being there may be that decided his luck. By now, a large amount of fog rolled in, covering the area where the crowd, Samuel, and Malachi were. The fog was thick with a height of about two and a half meters and with a visibility of only about a feet ahead give or take. This caused the fifty or so in the crowd vs two, Samuel and Malachi, to turn into a battle royal with everyone slashing or shooting first and asking questions (like is that really Samuel they seen) later. Malachi went back into his previous pebble clearing position, and with his head planted onto the ground facing in one direction in the fog, he saw what hit him. A rolled up newspaper. Ignoring the pebbles he had not finishing clearing from his bottom, Malachi reached for the paper, because why not? Malachi sat up with the paper in his hands, he untied the blue band that kept the newspaper rolled up. The newspaper unrolled itself a bit with the band removed but not enough that it did not annoy Malachi. Malachi rolled the newspaper the opposite way, doing so led him to see as small picture on the front page of the newspaper. Malachi quickly unrolled the paper in the hopes that the fog caused him to see something that was not there, a picture of his fishman father. It was only a picture of his father face, and under it, a synopsis for a title and a page number. Malachi a usual positive and optimistic person was not feeling so at the moment with his bad luck and all. He was sure that the fog was the manifestation of ominousness. Malachi looked up from the paper and listen quietly like a bird watcher trying to see if he she can hear chirping, Malachi could hear the clashing of blades, the firing of guns, the threats, the swearing, the screaming, and the cries; there was no doubt in Malachi mind, ominous fog! Malachi attention went back to the newspaper, he quickly flipped through the pages til he reached the page that held the story about his father: The criminal fishman, assumed to be dead, was found and capture during the hunt for “Malachi the Ox” whose picture reminded a few old marines of someone they once knew well, 18 years ago or so. Those old marines were not wrong. It turns out “Malachi the Ox” is the son of two marine officers who led a crew of marines into the deep seas to reach fishmen island to pick up the captured criminal fishman. Malachi could not believe what he was reading and on top of that what he was seeing. The following page had a full page picture of his fishman father in handcuffs, standing over a cliff, with a scowl, with blood dripping from his mouth, and a single tear falling from his eye. The picture had Malachi gasping for air. With a gulp Malachi read on: All of which were assumed dead after a run in with a seaking on way to the rendezvous point for the transfer of the criminal onto a more secure ship with its heading being impel down. When the ship was unheard from, a search was made. Nothing but the broken pieces of the ship were found, and a humongous sized seaking with other broken pieces of the ship still stuck between its teeth. The search team captured the seaking, against those who wished for its death, and bought the seaking to impel down for its crimes. After “Malachi the Ox” brutal assassination of an undercover marine soldier, which left everyone who witnessed it so stunned he was able to leave without much trouble. Marines later searched the island for him and neighboring islands as well, but it was not until the old marines recognize their old friends in “Malachi the Ox” wanted poster picture that the marines were able to connect the puzzle together, as Jeremy and Rodney put it. “If he’s alive, the rest must be alive.” “Yeah, and if this guy the son of two great marines would stoop so low to piracy, that means he must have been captured and influenced by the fishman criminal.” “Could not put it better myself. That’s what led us into making the fishman criminal bounty active again, leading to reports of his whereabouts and ultimately capture.” Jeremy and Rodney, two marine soldiers of Captain rank who were to be promoted to Rear Admiral said as their last words as they spoke to us on site of capture, that they called us and other big name newspapers’ to, to report the story. Immediately after, the fishman criminal bit off a chunk of off Rodney’s neck and practically flatten Jeremy’s neck with the chains between his cuffs. Both are now decease. Properly restrained, the fishman will be held on the island for a few days until a ship arrives to transfer the criminal to a proper ship on route to impel down. Marines believe that everyone might have survived the attack, and are currently on the search for them. As for “Malachi the Ox”, the marines want to thank him. They say without his help the criminal might have lived the rest of his life happy and unpunished for his crimes. “We would like to thank Malachi the Ox for his service and forgive and forget the misunderstanding that led to having a bounty placed on his head. We just ask he turns himself in.” “Misunderstanding…” Malachi muttered under his breath. Even if the fishman was not his biological father, he was a father to him nevertheless. To say they would forgive him of his crimes if he turns himself in but not give the same treatment for the person who raised and kept Malachi safe. That was the real and an unforgivable crime. Malachi cursed the marines, whoever helped them, the world, his luck, and ultimately himself since he played the biggest role into getting his father captured. “This isn’t right…” Malachi said through his grinding teeth. Malachi’s hand’s clenched around the paper and the veins around his temples grew bigger, all while a shadow fell over his eyes. Which could be seen by anyone still alive on the battlefield now that the fog was no more. They, the marines, not only made a mockery of Malachi and his father, but they disrespected them both. Malachi was not going to stand idle and let his father die, he was not going to be a bystander. It was not a hard decision for Malachi to make, he was going to rescue his father, and he was going to protect his father as his father did for him. “…Malachi the Ox huh, alright…” Malachi said in a growl taking up the pirate mantle with no regrets. Despite the fog clearing the fighting amongst themselves did not stop, but people were prioritizing Samuel and Malachi more so again. And at this moment at time, with Malachi resolute on what he has to do, Malachi began having short glimpses of the future in the form of premonitions, of which he was only able to make out and remember three. The first was that a double-axe-men would bring down his axe on Malachi where he sat. Can do much sitting down, so Malachi stood up immediately and took a step forward, and as he did so, the premonition came true. The double-axe-men brought his axe down where Malachi once sat, the sound of the axe swing and the grunts of the double-axe-men trying to pull the axe out of the ground confirmed the premonition for Malachi, whom which would dare not look back, not when he had made up his mind to save and protect his father, something that required to look and move forward not back. The next premonition was of his arm getting chopped off for trying to stop an axe man swinging at Samuel. Whether Samuel knew the swing was coming based off intuition or combat skill or not, Malachi did not want to find out what would happen if he wasn't there to attempt to stop it. Against his better judgement Malachi closed the distance quickly and brought up his right arm to stop and block the axe man swing with his forearm. Which baffled many and impressed few. “H-how did my axe not cut through your arm? How are you not even bleeding?” the axe men said baffled as the rest of the crowd. Malachi did not have an answer, he was just as surprised but he did not really care enough to dwell on it because he did not have much time before his third glimpse were to come to fruition. Either way the axe men spoke to soon, as whatever protected Malachi’s arm from being chopped up became no more and the weight of the axe began to cut through Malachi’s skin. Blood began to drip. Malachi pulled his arm free out under the weight of the axe and spun where he stood with his left arm stretched out to deliver a backhand to their axe man assailant. It landed cleanly onto the man’s jaw, who stumbled sideways as a result and as his legs appeared to finally give up on him, he used his axe to regain his footing and stabilize his balance. He seemed to be pretty durable for a wide muscularly fellow. With new found confidence in Malachi, the few impressed shouted “For Malachi the Ox” and the rest, the majority, of the crowd shouted back, “Kill them all!” “There they are,” Malachi finally said answering Samuel’s “fan” question. “Forget the lot,” Malachi began referring to the mindless fighting bunch that made up the crowd, “I don't have time to explain but we really need to get out of here, as fast as possible or else...” Malachi’s third premonition, was a lit arrow flying overhead and making its way to the battle field; exploding when it reached about a meter from the ground, taking him out and most likely everyone else around him. Edited by Spunky Misunderstood Genius, May 27 2014, 10:33 AM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 26 2014, 12:25 AM Post #9 | |
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"... back-up? ... what?" -- our Knight wasn't exactly sure as to what Malachi was talking about - but our Knight wasn't exactly pleased that his hand was forced and now he'd have to deal with all this violence that could have been avoided. Of course Samuel wouldn't go all out against a bunch of folk that could barely swing their weapons properly, let along their martial strikes - a bunch of drunken idiots at best if not just a bunch of untrained folk, quite possibly sober, but had pride in that they may have won a drunken bar-fight or two which was nothing compared when they were trying to provoke Hain into digging deep down and releasing the monstrosity that's been building up since he's step foot upon this island. So far he's been able to keep it at bay - but his muscles tensed and the back of his neck was throbbing and though he wouldn't outright admit it to anyone other than his inner-self: he wanted to go all-out against this folk to prove a point and strike fear into them. He was trained not to draw his weapon unless properly provoked or challenged to a proper dual - none of this fit the criteria but the blood flowing through the veins - to his mind - wanted him to draw Gilchrist and end this within a matter of seconds. With only to make matters worse for both Samuel and his acquaintance was a spontaneous amount of thick fog starting to cover the area around where both he and Malachi were duking it out with these untrained imbeciles. While both Ox and Samuel were above the average height of most, the fog that had tumbled in the midst of the battle between Ox and Hain didn't do much good - there were more gun shots being fired off with absolute assumption that they weren't aiming for anything particular and it was likely that - if there were even any innocent folk among those in the area - could get hit and injured or worst. But that inner-feeling he's had since stepping foot on the island was growing - crawling it's way through Samuel. Our Knight still held the katana in his hand that he had taken from the false-samurai and was using it's blunt side so that no one was truly harmed and would recover - but there were urges that Sam wanted to draw Gilchrist from his sheath and just end the madness. He wasn't thinking straight - and he didn't know why and on top of that there were men swinging randomly, firing their guns at random and doing whatever they could while they hid amongst the fog. No idea with what Malachi was up to - despite having dragged him into this mess - Samuel had no choice. Given that sight was out of the question, Samuel closed his eyes and listened to the footsteps and the clashing of steel. With the sound of footsteps making their way toward Samuel's direction, and he could hear the attacker's grunt as he raised whatever weapon he had above his head and as Samuel caught it cutting the the fog, Samuel side-stepped it and with a quick twirl of the katana giving him a reverse-grip he quickly stepped toward the attacker and sent the butt of the katana's hilt into his temple - rendering him unconscious. Bullets were hard to detect but he heard one fired off - and since he wasn't able to predict it's movements due to the fog coverage he stood still for a moment, only to have the bullet slid right across his cheek and the tip of his earlobe - he pinpointed the flash from the firearm in the fog and propelled himself toward it - despite the urge to twirl the blade around and aim for a lethal strike, the blunt side of the katana connected with the temple of the gunmen and rendered him unconscious immediately. The fog had began to let up - and there were plenty of bodies either unconscious or worst scattered around. "Damn.." -- he cursed himself. Even though was fighting off the urge for blood-lust that was slowly eating away at him from the inside out, he still felt guilty that - even if it weren't his strikes that did these deeds, it were the imbeciles who couldn't control their stupidity and allowed their arrogance get the best of them. But with the fog cleared, he could make Malachi out of the fog and dust from battle - despite the battle with these goons still going on, Ox seemed to be more lost in some thought than anything else. Hain watched the Ox for a moment, as he sat up and just barely missed an axe carving into his cranium. But as he was watching Ox, the animal instinct inside of everyone kicked in but before he could react - Ox had quickly made his way to the side of Samuel and raised his elbow in defense against an axe that was meant for Samuel. For a moment, Samuel glanced at the axe and then at Ox's elbow. Not only the attacker was baffled, but it seemed that everyone else calmed down momentarily, too. But no matter the defense that Ox had against that axe from a heavy-hitter, it faded and blood started to drip down Ox's forearm. It didn't take too long for him to retaliate as he took advantage of the baffled axe-man and retaliated with a strike of his own, sending the opponent staggering - Samuel stood there for a moment and pondered but couldn't be certain as to what exactly had just transpired. The axe-man wasn't down for the count by no mean - but Samuel was truly curious as to how Ox had used his bare-skin to block such a massive strike from what appeared to be a strong fellow. The crowd after this had transpired - some were with Ox and others, not so much. However, the time for being able to talk once again - Forgot them and that he didn't have time to explain. Mysterious, but raised the curiosity of Samuel's - not by a lot but something didn't feel right. Samuel had only, once before, see something similar to what Ox had demonstrated. It wasn't exactly near the same level as to what he had seen before... but the similarity. "I'm assuming that neither of us know the island well enough - but if you say anywhere but here is good.." -- he tossed the katana to the side and let it just slide and finally, he took a hold of Gilchrist with his right hand and drew the blade of beauty from it's sheath - he looked it over as he ran it out in front of him before dropping it down to his side, allowing the tip of the blade to barely touch the ground. Standing before both Samuel and Malachi were plenty of pissed off people, but Samuel didn't want to hurt them intentionally - he scanned the area quickly and took noticed in a direction that he believed would be their best bet to head in. "Get ready.." -- taking just a few steps forward toward the group of hostiles, gently dragging the tip of Gilchrist, his grip tightened - "... Yuletorc..!" -- he nearly shouted as the blade he had been dragging, he swung upward toward the sky with plenty of might, and he launched a land-traveling white shockwave with hints of gold and orange blended in -- toward the crowd of people that would ultimately move and leap out of the way to avoid being cut by what, appeared to be a very well-trained swordsman. Technique Used
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 26 2014, 09:19 AM Post #10 | |
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Malachi hesitated mid step at the sight of Samuel launching a visible shockwave at their enemies. "Amazing. You must be a powerful and experience swordsman." Malachi said as he ogled the shockwave that their enemies desperately tried to dodge. He had read about warriors and fighters who've been able to do such a thing, but he never really thought much about it until now. "Man, I need an attack that can hit a good number of enemies as well." Malachi said out loud as a mental note, running along side Samuel on the now clear path ahead of them. "Forget these nobody followers, the real targets are escaping." The wide muscularly axe man who withstood Malachi's back hand said taking command of the anti-samuel and malachi brigade. "They're chasing after us." Malachi informed Samuel although it wasn't like he would not have been able to know so himself since they, the crowd, were still audible despite the distance Samuel and Malachi covered so far. At first, Malachi thought the situation as a bad thing but, "Wait, this is good, for them at least. They won't die if they keep chasing after us." "Damn" someone said from the chasing crowd who suddenly found himself with an arrow sticking out of his chest. The lit arrow fire burned out as it pierced his chest, before he fell to the ground. To be hit by one was the worst, the skin and tissues would close around the arrow still stuck in the body thanks to the heated and on fire arrowhead, requiring a skilled doctor to remove it safely. It has it's pros compared to regular arrows though, like less bleeding and chance to get infected. Either way, no one in the crowd wanted to get hit by any kind of arrow. The crowd stopped in their tracks. They twisted their bodies at its waist and their head at the neck to scan the area for the archer. "We cannot hesitate for a single momently, we need to run faster." Malachi said to Samuel but wasn't sure if his words reached his ears because during that time the sounds of lit arrows whizzing and whistling through the air drowned out the sounds in the area. "It's already happening, pick up the pa-" The first arrow to make it to the meter mark (fell a meter above the ground) still lit was incenter the stationary scanning crowd. And as in Malachi’s premonition, an explosion was the result. Backtracking... [During the time the fog disappeared for Samuel and Malachi - Location: Whiskey Peak Outskirts] "Purupurupuru. Purupurupuru. Purupurupuru. Purupurupuru-clank. Iehehehehe, are you guys finish setting up?" said the baby den den mushi that took on a sinister appearance when the call was taken. "Yes sir. We've already released the odorless combustible gas all over whiskey peak. Needless to say when it mixed in with other chemical compositions in the area's air the explosive limit increased and the area covered decreased to about an acre, as you said it would." said one of the guys the sinister appearing person on the other side of the call was referring to. That guy in particular was couched behind a relatively tall gravestone, to which he had his back to. He couched there leaning towards his right side; he used his right hand along with his legs and feet to stabilize his balance and evenly distribute the weight on his joints in that position. His left hand, slightly bend, was held out away from his body, with it's palm pointed upward, and the baby den den mushi sitting upon it. He was constantly sticking his head out a bit to see down to whiskey peak from where the gravestone was, on a cactus hill on the outskirts of whiskey peak. [At the Same Time - Location: Cactithedral] There was a pause in the report, the tone of voice from the guy who made it seemed uncertain or stupid, maybe both. "What is the problem?" the sinister looking baby den den mushi said breaking the silence. "The gas is now also colorless. Other than from memory, we have no idea where the archers should shoot their lit arrows." the guy admitted. The sinister fellow on the other line placed the receiver face down so the guy could not hear him as he screamed from the top of his lungs. "Arghhh, I'm working with imbeciles!" The sinister fellow took a deep breath and exhaled normally, repeating until his composure became calm again. "Use the goggles I gave you all. Fire when ready." -Clunk- The sinister fellow said after picking up the receiver, when all he had to say was said he hanged up. The sinister fellow facepalmed himself, as he made his way to a window that scaled from the floor to the ceiling. [After Malachi Stopped The Axe Man Swing - Location: Whiskey Peak Outskirts] "Okay my brothers, put on the googles you received from Baron Albert. On my word, fire your lit arrows into the gas." the guy said not only with words but with action as he put away the baby den den mushi, placed the goggles over his eyes, lit his arrow, and drew his bow. "My brother Parley I, I do not think all those that are down there are weaklings. I've just watched one of them awaken haki." said someone who looked very similar to Parley I, the guy who was just on the baby den den mushi. "Impossible no one has been able to awaken haki under these circumstances before. My twin brother Parley II, I feel that your heart has grown weary of bringing death to so many, you just want the deaths end. And for that to happen these people must die. You must remind yourself that these are nobodies, criminals, and non mourners. " Parley I said trying to restore his brother's trust and faith into the mission. Parley II began to whisper to avoid any of the other archers from hearing what he had to say next, "Haki is a sign of strength, something we need on our side now more than ever for what we plan to do. Who we plan to defeat." Parley II's words angered Parley I, he stood up and pushed his brother Parley II to the ground with great force. "Fire!" Parley I commanded of the archers with him, and one by one, they each drew back their lit arrows in their bows and fired at the colorless and odorless combustible gas that they were able to see thanks to the goggles they had on. "This is a forsaken land my twin brother, there are no saviors, no heroes. There is only us and Monsieur Albert" Parley I snarled at Parley II with disgust as explosions went off behind him, Parley II still on the ground looked back into his twin's eyes with anger, betrayal, and disappointment. Backtracking...End [After the explosion - Location: Cactithedral] The sinister fellow open the window and stepped out into the balcony, he waited but not to long before explosions went off a far distance away. The wind caused from the explosion hit him at full force, but he stood where he stood with all his might and was never moved an inch. "Quickly now. Prepare the carriage, we must go and mourn all who have died in Whiskey Peak." the sinister fellow said to the guards below. "Yes Monsieur Albert" replied the guards who then hurried off. Edited by Spunky Misunderstood Genius, May 27 2014, 08:20 AM.
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 27 2014, 05:21 AM Post #11 | |
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With the now apparent duo legging it through the pathway that Samuel had created for the both of them - the knight showed no signs of any chance of stopping until the hysteria of the people that had decided to attack both Malachi and the knight for reasons unknown. They were making fair distance, but as they were legging it, Malachi said something that didn't make much sense - the knight glanced over to Ox as their boots kept moving. "What is he talking about?" -- he wasn't exactly sure as to why Ox believed the people were going to die or not, regardless of whether or not they were in pursuit of the duo. Again, curiosity had been touched but for whatever reason Malachi had - he wanted to get out of the vicinity as fast as they could. He didn't get the feeling so much as fear coming from Ox, but instead he felt worry. With their steps carrying on, Samuel's ears perked when he heard something near silent fly over-head at great speed. Mentally he compared the sound to that of a bullet, only without the pop of gunpowder - he came to a sliding stop for only a moment when he twisted at the hip to look back the way they had came to see a man with an arrow burred into his chest. It wasn't but a short second and the man had fell to the ground - "Archers...?" -- in a similar manner to the mass of pursuers, Samuel looked around with haste to try and locate as to where the arrow had come from. In the moment that Samuel had stopped, Malachi had made it at least several meters ahead of Hain, himself. Again, his ear had perked at the sound of Ox's voice and just as he was turning to and look toward the man, Samuel caught swift glimpses of blazing arrows whistling their way down and toward the general area that the duo were in - in the instance of seeing the blazing arrows, Hain had already kicked off the ground and was pushing to propel himself forward as fast as he could. In what seemed like a moment of frozen time and silence, an mass explosion occurred. Despite having momentarily stopped to look back at the moment when one of the men had been stricken by a rogue arrow - it was when the whistling of more arrows was when Samuel had turned and pushed off the ground with all he had but the shockwave of the explosion had given him an extra boost and pushed him up and off the ground and sent him toward the direction that Malachi had rushed in. Hain's hand gripped tightly around Gilchrist's hilt as he rolled to a stop and then stabbed Gilchrist into the ground to slow down the momentum that the explosion had granted him. Luckily he was just out of reach and only the force from the shockwave was the only impact he had felt - well, that and hitting the ground from being forced off of it due to the explosion's shockwave. Making his way up and to his feet, Samuel returned Gilchrist back to it's sheath at his side and dusted himself off a bit as the dust from the explosion settled. Not too far from where they had began running from and where the explosion had gone off, as the dust was settling, Samuel could see many of those that pursued him and Malachi laid out on the ground - some of them had arrows piercing their bodies while others just list motionless. He wasn't sure where Malachi was, exactly, but he spoke out regardless: "You knew that was going to happen?" -- he asked, with a cough from the dust following suit. [OOC: I don't know if I'm retarded or not but your post confused the Hell out of me and other than an explosion happening, I don't know where we're at - what's the setting - where exactly the bad guys are at. I'm not sure if everything before Malachi's first line of dialogue is premonition or if there were actually two explosions or what. I'm a lost puppy, here.] |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 27 2014, 10:32 AM Post #12 | |
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Malachi pushed himself off the ground from where he laid thanks to the explosion. His ears rung relentlessly, his skin felt bruised, and his clothes were more dusty and dirtier than ever. It took Malachi awhile but he got back on his feet and manage staying on it. That’s when Malachi started to wonder what had become of everyone else. He scanned the area with his eyes from where he stood, horrified at the many maimed bodies that scattered the site. The only positive thing was that he saw Samuel still alive, and he was still alive. “Were we the only ones to survive?” Malachi said out loud to himself, but he did not heard himself say so out loud over the ringing in his ears. Malachi approached Samuel from the side as Samuel spoke, Malachi definitely did not hear the man speak but he did barely managed to make out what he was trying to say, by reading his lips. He wanted to know if Malachi knew this was going to happen. Malachi reached out to place his hand on Samuel’s shoulder; Malachi shook his head and returned his gaze from Samuel to the bodies. The ringing in Malachi’s ears were fading, “I had a really strong feeling that if I didn't start running when I did, I would have ended up like them.” Malachi began to say, his eyes moving from each maimed body to maimed body. "My fate if I did not run, that's all I knew." Malachi did not feel much for those that died, but it was a horrible way to go and a horrible sight to see. The bodies closest to the explosion were burnt to a crisp, the rest had their skin burnt off leaving their muscles exposed. Those who had made it far running at the first sight of the lit arrows moments before the explosion, had their heads or bodies smashed by huge debris or bodies impaled with arrows and even small debris, all except Samuel and himself as far as he knew. As far as Malachi knew Samuel and himself really were the only two survivors. “Are you alright?” Malachi said slowly to Samuel and as he did he checked himself. “Everything seems to be working on my end.” Malachi said while he moved every appendage he had. “I guess we should get out of here.” Malachi suggested, “Go into town. Clean ourselves up. Eat and drink.” After all that had happen, Malachi still remembered the direction he decided to go based on the spinning. Malachi took a step or two in that direction before he fell. There was a small rock shard sticking out of Malachi’s back, and blood seeping from where the shard penetrated Malachi's lower back. [Location: Whiskey Peak Outskirts] With one leg raised and rested on a gravestone, Parley I waited as the smoke from the explosion cleared. As splotches appeared in the smoke and dead bodies could be seen through them Parley I began to give out more orders. “You guys know the drill. Spread out, if any mourner besides Monsieur Albert tries to get into Whiskey Peak, slow them down.” The arches Parley I gave the command to brought their hands together, palm to palm, and bowed to Parley I. They muttered something non offensive and left to do as they were told. “Alright guys, we need to remove the arrows from the area before anyone comes along and sees them. We need to make it look like they did this to themselves.” Parley I said to the archers who were still with him. Parley I wasn't the only one waiting for the smoke to clear, Parley II did too as he sat upon a gravestone not too far from there Parley I was giving orders to the archers. Parley II refused to look at them or his twin brother, as he hoped the person he witness use haki survived. He needed that person, he and his twin brother needed him, if they wanted to stop Monsieur Albert rise to power. Parley II could not get his twin brother’s face of disgust for him out of his mind, “Have you forgotten what we lost because of Monsieur Albert, Parley I?” Parley II said to himself before his Parley I got his attention. “Oi that means you too, twin brother” [OOC: Dear Readers & Emo, Emo/You is/are not retarded. My post was confusing as hell. Hopefully now that I have edited that post, it is not.] |
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| ♥ Emoisum | May 30 2014, 02:21 AM Post #13 | |
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There wasn't any reason for Samuel to respond to Malachi's intentional question- it wasn't that he didn't have the answer but the whole ordeal that had just went down spoke for itself - out of the masses that were following the duo and all of them appeared to be dead and wouldn't be able to give Samuel nor Malachi information of any kind. Though as that thought has crossed Hain's -- mind bother getting involved with any of this at all. Cactus Island was merely a pit-stop as he continued to transverse the Grand Line and see what it had in-store from him; and so far it had plenty to show. Never the less, the story was to move on as Malachi had got around to answer Samuel's question as to how he knew what was going to happen. "Some 'strong' feeling that the explosions were going to happen and in the process, dozens of lives were lost.." -- while Samuel maintained a look of calmness and as friendly as he could - despite not being an officer of the Marines, something had to be done to follow the Code. Regardless of what island he's on - the Knights of Cristelia were the 'police' - even if the kingdom was affiliated with the World Government. Though Samuel was about to find himself deep into a sigh of his own, Malachi brough himself to Samuel's attention - at least in the form of worrying as to whether not Samuel were okay after what had just happened. "A little sore from hitting the ground from the shockwave of the explosions." -- there was some form of sigh bringing it's way through Samuel's lips but he didn't go into any further detail. "Kind of hard to just walk away from this..." -- Sam had silently spoke under his breath. With one last glance at the carnage that had occurred for whatever the reason may have been, Samuel couldn't do anything about it now - and instead he followed Malachi.. but not for too long as he had fallen to his knees. Having fallen face-forward, Samuel rushed to check him over - that was when he had noticed the colours of crimson forming around his lower back. With another heavy sigh from the Knight, he looked around - other than people who had followed the sound of the explosion seemed to only care about that, while Samuel was stuck her wit this. While the knight wasn't exactly a doctor, he was sure that moving him at this moment would only care more trouble. With a sigh, as he looker over his shoulder to the fallen men, he located one with an arrow and quickly brought it back over to Malachi and Sam - however at this point in time it wasn't worth much - for now. With a deep and heavy sigh, "This is going to hurt." -- Samuel had disarmed Malachi of his blades. Taking a moment for Samuel cut into Malachi's back to remove the shard - he wasn't entierly confident in his abilities to do so. He knew the risk of carying him could lead to life in a wheel-chair; he could mess up and the same thing happens. There were a million things that could happen, but Samuel needed the consent. He didn't have but the basics of medical treatment in the field as he was taught on Cristelia, but that.. "I can try to remove it now." -- he said with almost near absolute certainty, but the hesitation in his voice would have given what might happen if he were to fail. |
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| Spunky Misunderstood Genius | May 31 2014, 08:35 AM Post #14 | |
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The pain that stemmed from the shard that pierced his lower back right side was hard to put into words. The only thing about it that Malachi could say something about was the heat and wetness he felt from that area, which was like getting hit by a hot water balloon. A hot water balloon filled with sticky hot water. Malachi welcomed the heat though, he needed to feel some sort of warmth since his hands and feet started feeling cold, like when hands and feet fell asleep. Malachi wanted and tried to bring his hands to his face so that he could blow on them like he would when he stayed on the winter isles of the archipelago he lived in; blow on his hands, followed by rubbing them together; doing so always brought some warmth to his hands that had been chilled by the winds, snow, and low temperature. However, to Malachi surprise, he could not do so, not because he could not feel his arms and hands anymore but because at that moment he had realized he was no longer walking up right, but instead laying face-down on the ground. Before Malachi could ask the questions: who, what, when, why, and how, out loud or in his mind, the latter answered; Malachi remembered the maim bodies around him, and how some had various small debris sticking out of their bodies. He could not imagine a more pitiful death at the moment. Nevertheless without some sort of medical help, Malachi was going to join them. If Malachi had to guess, the adrenaline that ran through his body earlier has just about finish, which means he was not going to make it to town, at least not by himself. Malachi moved and laid his head on its side, in time to clearly see Samuel rush to his side, then Malachi’s vision became blurry. Still Malachi eyes locked onto and tried to make out what Samuel was doing, a while Malachi tried to tell Samuel to disinfect his wound with the bottle of alcohol in his bag, stop the bleeding with the clean clothes he had in his bag, and to help him up and walk by letting him lean on his shoulder. “Hurry and remove the arrows…” Malachi barely heard in the distance before he saw Samuel pull something sticking out of a dead body. The last thing Malachi heard was what Samuel said before removing the machete he had holstered onto his lower back/waist. If Malachi could he would have nodded at his bad luck. Malachi decided he had learned the lesson whoever it was, was trying to teach him, optimism is just another word for denial. Malachi began to think himself a fool for thinking this world was anything but a hell hole. And unlike every other person who died, he was going to be killed by someone he thought he shared a bond with. Malachi spluttered as he tried to form some words before Malachi’s mind went into some sort of daze, almost like being drunk. “My name is Malachi. Son of the marine heroes Mr. Marruko and Mrs. Amadis-Marruko. I will save the person who raised me from birth, I will save my fishman father.” Malachi promised as he crawled onward and away from Samuel. Malachi repeated those same words over and over again as crawled. He was not going to let himself get killed, he was going to make it to some sort of town, he was going to get healed, and he was going to save his fishman father! |
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| ♥ Emoisum | Jun 3 2014, 09:31 PM Post #15 | |
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It didn't appear as though Samuel was going to play doctor as he watched as Malachi started to crawl away and repeat the same thing over and over again. The knight stood up and stared down at the crawling man. The only thought going through Samuel's mind was how bad of an idea it was for him to be moving - especially with where the shard was located. Luckily enough for Samuel, the armour he donned didn't allow for anything to penetrate his skin - but Malachi was in a bad way. The same words kept pouring from him, over and over. Hain could easily just walk away from this, not look back or give it a second thought. But that wasn't the knights way. With his right hand, he gripped the hilt of Gilchrist and unsheathed the blade and walked up and eventually stood over the crawling Malachi. "Stop moving." -- the Knight pointed his blade at the shard in Malachi's back. "This is going to hurt. A lot." -- he took in a deep breath, a heavy breath. In what seemed like the longest of instances, Samuel sliced with the tip of his blade to open the wider to allow Samuel to bend down and grab a hold of the shard, pulling it from Malachi's body. Hopefully Malachi faded to black, as once the shard had been removed, Samuel sheathed his blade and carefully picked up Malachi from the ground and made sure not to hold or bend him awkwardly. In his arms, Samuel made his way further into town - rushing past the people that were heading toward where the explosion had happened. None of them seemed to pay mind to Samuel, but he was in a rush - ducking and weaving out of the way to avoid colliding with anyone and risk dropping Malachi. he had only just met this man mere moments ago and his life was literally in his hands. Eventually, Samuel came across an inn and he barged through the door - the people that had left turned their attention to Samuel as he rushed over to a table and brought his leg up, swiping it across and clearing it of anything that was on it. He laid Malachi face down, and he called out for a doctor - there were voices all around and eventually someone came to Malachi's aid. [I'm literally the worst. My week has been garbage and I'm sorry that this is all I could give you.] |
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