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| Pseudonym | May 31 2014, 02:56 PM Post #1 | ||||
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Neo gazed across the sea, feeling the wind blowing against his face as the cargo ship trundled across the ocean towards the island. It was lucky that these people had agreed to take him here from that freak show of a nocturnal island that he'd been on before, oh so much was wrong with that island yet he realised there was no way he could fix it all for himself, maybe if he had Danny for support and some of his older allies like Dran then they could have cleaned up a good amount of the place, but on his own he was quite weak. So instead of staying on that island and becoming ever more frustrated as things carried on how they were with no hope of him being able to actually change them or stop them from being how they were, he'd gotten out on the first chance he had. Paying his way on a quite old looking, run down cargo boat by doing their labour for them, he was several times stronger than anyone else on the boat meaning that he could do the job of several of them and quite easily use that to pay for his ride to wherever the hell it was they were headed and more. From what he'd heard they were headed to a place called Gesso island, known for the fact that everything there was white. White rain fell on a regular three day timer and painted the whole place white, and eating the food and drink also whitened you apparently. Neo patted the bulging rucksack next to him, as part of his wage he'd been given a pack with food enough to last him three days if he ate carefully, and hopefully he'd be out of there before the next white rain fell, unfortunately this was as far as the boat could take him so he'd have to find another way from here. Currently all that could be seen of the island was a white blob surrounded by the endless, depthless shining blue that was the beautiful sea, it seemed that the white rains had not tainted the purity that lay all around the island, just everything on the island, from the biggest hill to the smallest speck of ground all apparently was a solid white. He longed to simply be able to swim as he pleased through the grand line as he had done for part of his journey through the blues, yet apparently a log pose was needed to navigate these waters, and the distance between islands much greater making it a feat to swim between them. And with the added weight of his newly acquired armor and weapons he doubted he could make the inter-island journey each time he wished to move, though maybe with more strength and endurance training, and the ability to dodge or defeat seakings he would be free to swim the grand line as he liked. Of course though for now that was quite simply put, a dream, he was nowhere near at that level yet and it would take him some serious time and effort to get to that level, but he would persevere and one day manage that, it was something only a fishman could do and he would do it to show the humans that his kind were most certainly not to be looked down upon. So for now he would just go where he would, at this moment towards Gesso island, and do what he could in terms of training before he left, but his immediate future was there as he would be there for a few days apparently before the next boat would come that could take him away. He'd just have to get used to it and live there for a while, it couldn't be that hard. Could it? |
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| Pseudonym | May 31 2014, 04:06 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Docking at the island was easy, Neo simply standing jumped several metres off the boat and onto the dock, much to the surprise of the onlookers, and pulled the boat carefully in, positioning it neatly and tying it off to a large white wooden stump protruding from the white harbour. He cut quite the figure standing there on the docks in his steel-reinforced leather armor with his left hand resting on the pommels of his two swords and playing across them lightly, it was a habit he'd developed to check they were there and to keep them with him. If he was always touching them then it would be much harder for them to be stolen, or so that was the theory, if he were to lose one of his swords it'd feel like losing a limb. That's what his swords were to him, they were an extension of a limb, an extra body part, if they were treated as anything less than that then as a wielder you would never be able to utilise them properly, they are not simply a tool they are part of you, when you move it should, when it moves you should, that is the only way to truly use a sword and get the maximum efficiency, power and speed out of them. Also added to this were the crafting of a sword, a sword is made for one owner, the grips moulded for that one person, in any other's hand it would feel unbalanced and inelegant as it is balanced for it's one user. While he'd been standing there though the crew of the ship he'd caught a ride on had begun unloading it's contents already, mainly bright and exotic coloured paintings, sculptures and clothing, currency was measured in the brightness of ur clothes and personal effects, beli on this island was useless. Of course that annoyed Neo considering he now had quite a hefty pile of beli tucked away and no way to actually spend it on this island other than at this one store that used the currency instead of the island wide currency of paint pots, the brighter and more flamboyant the better. But for now he was back into the swing of menial labour, mindless drone work of carying crates, barrels, busts, racks of clothing and other miscellaneious and weird items off of the boat and piling them on the dockside ready to be transported to the one shop on the island that would deal in beli. luckily that was incredibly close to the docks for easy trade, meaning that once everything was off of the boat it'd be easy to get it all into the shop, though apparently the man that ran it had a sharp eye when it came to cash and drove a hard bargain. But for now Neo wasn't incredibly concerned by that, he was just doing the mindless and repetitive manual labour of carrying things, for some reason this sort of thing calmed him, maybe it was just how repetitive it was dulled his senses and made him feel calm, or maybe it was the slight ache in his arms from all of the carrying that just overtook his other feelings, but somehow he managed to lose himself in thought when he did this work. But unfortunately due to the fact that there wasn't really that much to offload this time he had only barely started thinking about his stay on the island when he was brought back to the reality where he'd have to actually stay on the island and find accommodation and something to do for three days and necessities and such. |
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| Pseudonym | Jun 2 2014, 03:23 PM Post #3 | ||||
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Taking all of the cargo over to the one slightly battered looking shop took less than a minute, Neo carrying several crates and boxes at once due to his superhuman strength, making quick work of the job and having all of the crates crammed into the shop in no time at all. The boxes and items swamped the shop, taking up almost every inch of it and leaving them just enough room in front of the counter to make the transaction, it seemed almost as if the store would explode outwards from the pure volume of objects in it right now, though somehow the little building was holding at its seams and staying together so far. The ship’s captain was at the front of the motley party, happily chatting away about current events and families and such with ultramarine, the sole proprietor of this store and a godsend for anyone not native to this island who needed to get their hands on some currency that would actually work to buy something here. But of course as men familiar with each other like to do (yey for stereotypes) they chatted amiably to one another about life and work and a million and one other things before they finally got to business. The minute the topic of business came up Ultramarine switched, his easy, happy eyes narrowing like a hawk on its prey as he strove to get the greatest price that he possibly could, both of them haggling back and forth in hopes of both of them making as much profit as they could out of the transaction, gone was the amiable chatter as they had faded both into their ways of marketing war. Pricing goods, haggling for the price they wanted, prices going higher and lower and changing a hundred different times before either would accept and take the item, the money being handed over quickly as the next item for sale was brought to the other’s attention and the cycle started all over again. Both men haggled with a ferocity you would not expect from them, business was a war ground and this fight here was like a clash of two titans. When both came out of business mode neither was completely happy with what they’d got yet both came away feeling as if they’d got the better half of the deal, a sure sign that to both it had been a successful days work and a good transaction that should keep them in pocket for a while longer. Ultramarine counting out each beli and handing it to the ship’s captain who gave a small stack of paint cans in earthy browns and greys to Neo. With their business concluded the ship’s captain left him with his newly acquired native currency and got back onto his boat, sailing out again for the island of no sleep to get another load of valuable and flamboyant merchandise to come back and sell. For now though he was left to wander the town in his dull brown armor, dull toned paint cans under one arm and rucksack on his back, where was he supposed to find accommodation in this town, how the hell was he even supposed to navigate around the place, every single bleeding place looked exactly the same. Every house was white, every shop was white, every person was whit, which made him stick out all the more considering he was quite obviously not white. In fact he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst all these pure white people, even if his coloured armor and clothing were dull colours, it was still a lot more than most people were used to seeing on a person, making sure that several minutes into his stay on the island already he was attracting some curious glances. Edited by Pseudonym, Jun 2 2014, 04:39 PM.
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| Pseudonym | Jun 2 2014, 05:01 PM Post #4 | ||||
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Some of the gazes he was getting were starting to annoy him slightly, he couldn't tell whether they were because of the fact that he was a fishman or because he had colour on him, no matter how dull that colour was it was still something that wasn't seen here much and would pique interest, as was the fact that he was a fishman. the fact that people would discriminate against a fishman did annoy him, though these people didn't seem like the type to actually go that far, they were just interested in the fact that a stranger had come to their village who was colourful (in comparison to them) and just happened to be a fishman as well. Or so that was what Neo hoped as he carried on walking through the endless grid of houses that he had no real way of knowing the way out or nor knowing where exactly he was in comparison to any of the inns or shops or any place that could give him somewhere to sleep and some sustenaince. Sure he had a pack of food in his arms, but he was reluctant to use that up yet incase he should need it later on in his stay here, such as if he ran out of currency to buy his own food he could eat what he'd been provided already, though obviously he'd eat the perishables as it was either that or waste them and he'd rather not waste perfectly good food if he could help it. But of course the problem he was having right now was the fact that he didn't know where to buy any food, he'd been warned not to get lost in the maze of houses but had thought nothing of how similar every building looked at the time, now though he wished he'd heeded the warning and found a map or some sort of focal point he could return to or use as a landmark to stop him getting as lost as he was. People were milling around, some looked at him in awe and others in envy, colour was seen as wealth so even dull colours like the browns of his armor marked him out as a wealthy person, though in truth he wasn't really particularly wealthy, though in beli he had a decent stack in the currency of this island he only had a few muted tins to his name. But enough moping, his pride would not allow him to ask the sheet white people around him for directions, so he just walked, not really knowing where exactly he was going, more just ambling along fixed in a straight line in hopes of reaching the edge of the town and then being able to skirt around it until he came back to the ever so small bit of it that he knew, then he could start again from there. Of course that would have been an amazing plan, and the end of it was in sight, he could literally see the edge of the town when three men appeared in a line in front of him, blocking him off from going outside of the town. Each wore pure white clothing, though that was the norm, and wore a mask, which judging from everybody else around was not. Turning around and hoping to avoid anything, he saw that two more men were behind him, dressed similarly and also with masks, blocking his way, though both groups stood several metres away from him he could see quite easily that they were not going to let him pass. One of the three in front of him held a long rope, the men either side of him holding whitewashed katana, looking to be made of iron, the men behind him each holding a flintlock pistol and a dagger. These men seriously meant business Edited by Pseudonym, Jun 11 2014, 04:00 PM.
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| Pseudonym | Jun 4 2014, 03:49 PM Post #5 | ||||
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They stared each other down briefly before the whitewashed man with the rope spoke, "Make dis easy on yourself, don't fight back". He said as he slowly advanced towards Neo, whose hands right now were rather empty apart from the bag he carried, which was quickly lowered to the floor. He had no intention of going quietly, waiting until the rope man was right in front of him he aimed a solid punch at his face that knocked the would-be assailant back several metres. Where in his hands a second ago there had been nothing but a bag, now the bag was on the floor and there was a katana in each hand, one a calm blue colour that gently reflected the sunlight off of it and creating patterns from its shadow, the other a bright red that added to the sun's glare and promised death to all that it crossed. There was a silence for a few seconds as they comprehended the fact that he would not do as their leader had said and instead was planning to fight back at them, it seems that they were used to much easier prey than what this fishman was going to be for them, he had no intentions of going down quietly, or going at all for that matter. The men with the pistols were first to react, quickly pulling up their pistols and firing into his back, a rather effective couple of shots it would have been had he not been wearing armor that could repel them with ease, leaving both men looking confused as to why their shots had done nothing even as the calm serenity of the blue blade peacefully lopped off both of their heads in a single swing. That look of confusion stayed on their face as they dropped to the ground, their bodies following with them as a crimson puddle formed around them both. While he had been dealing with two of their comrades though the other three had taken their chance, the swordsman holding their blades in a two handed grip and circling around him, one staying in front and one behind him. Neo feinted out at the man ahead of him with Ripple, pulling the graceful controlled movement back as his opponent moved to block just in time for him to spin on the balls of feet and thrust Ember into his opponents stomach, tearing at their flesh as he brought it out the side of their stomach before plunging it into their head. Using a foot as leverage he pulled the blade out of the newly made corpse, flicking the tip to get off the remaining blood and brain matter before he turned against the last swordsman, holding Ember behind him raised up at a high angle with arms outstretched and Ripple in front of him in the same position but with his body tilted slightly forward so that both could be used with ease. The first clash of swords signalled the begin of this fight, the opponents pure white katana clanging into Ripple as Neo blocked a vicious downward swipe, he obviously outstrengthed the man as he could quite easily block what he guessed was his opponents full powered strike, and his speed none of the other men could match, could this one. That was answered a second later as Ember came tearing round and right into the white-clad assailant's neck, severing his head. No, he was not fast enough to match Neo's speed. Unfortunately there had been one more that Neo had only just remembered, a rope looped over his head and around his neck, cutting off his breathing as the man wielding it placed his knees into Neo's back to increase the tightness of it around Neo's neck. He staggered slightly at the pressure that was being applied through the rope and to his neck, the wiry man hanging onto his back and strengthening the pressure by completely suspending himself on the one rope, Neo tensed his neck muscles in an attempt to stop the oxygen cut off, gaining himself a few seconds of respite before the pressure was increased once again and he could no longer manage it. Neo flipped around and slammed his back into one of the white houses, using his superhuman strength to do it incredibly hard, and he immediately noted a loss of pressure around his neck. Turning around he looked at the wall and saw the crimson splatter of the man he had just forced up against it, his strength had been much more than he had thought. Who were those five men, what did they want with him exactly, why had they targetted him. Edited by Pseudonym, Jun 11 2014, 11:44 PM.
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| Pseudonym | Jun 13 2014, 11:29 AM Post #6 | ||||
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Cleaning his sword on one of their bodies, wiping the blade up and down the white rags the assailant had been wearing until it was painted crimson with his blood. It looked like he'd found the only source of colour on the island, and in excess, a pool of the stuff had gathered around each of the corpses. In stark contrast to the pure whiteness elsewhere the crimson pools stood out quite clearly, they would attract attention very quickly. He would have to leave, leave this area at least, people had seen what he had done and now instead of looking at him as an outsider as they had before, now they looked at him with fear in their eyes, hands raised as if to ward off evil as Neo walked past them. Where before his armor had been pure brown, now small crimson droplets were dotted around it, these people at least knew what blood was like and what it looked like, and this blood was quite certainly fresh. He would need to find somewhere to stay for the next two days, he couldn't stay out at the open now that he knew he was going to be targeted, he did not know who exactly was targeting but it seemed like a small group if they had only sent out five quite weak men to try and take him down, then again they had no way of actually knowing that he would be strong enough to take them down as he had yet to meet the men who sent them. By the way that the general civilians around him had not tried to stop them, or interfere at all either meant that the civilians supported these guys in masks who were attacking random strangers, or that they feared them, both was just as likely an explanation as the other yet Neo could not learn which exactly it was without encountering a second group of those men. Though he did not even know if there were more of them, there might not be, he could have just killed the only members of this group and so would never be able to find out which one it was, That idea did not bother him particularly much because he just wanted to get off of this island now, not interrogate members of a small group that had tried uselessly and failed to kill him. Sticking to his plan Neo skirted the edge of the city until he came to the docks, marveling that his idea worked as soon as he could see the tips of the masts over the tops of the houses, showing him exactly where he should be heading as he zeroed in on those masts, there appeared to be a few ships at the docks, which meant that if he didn't mind stealing one then he could probably take one now and be fine with it, no one would really stop him. Upon reaching the docks he saw the one that he thought would be the most interesting to take, whhy harm regular civilians and their income by stealing their fishing boats or sailboats when you could just take one from the marine organisation that always tried so hard to stop him, getting a boat and letting his actions speak out against the marines once again. The marines allowed the discrimination against his kind to continue, and while they were not directly involved with it most of the time they stood by and watched, doing nothing to stop it and in Neo's eyes being as bad as the discriminators themselves. It was only a small marine ship mind you, probably a scouting vessel or some sort of very small transport vessel, but it'd suit Neo's needs of getting him away from this island quite nicely. Bouncing off the pier and onto the ship Neo aimed a solid punch at the first marine he faced, giving him no time to react before he smashed the man's face in, drawing Ripple in a two-handed grip as he parried a sword thrust and disembowelled another marine. Two more came rushing at him, katana raised high as Neo went low,swinging his sword across their legs and disabling their movement before he ended them both with one large sweep across both necks. "What's all the noise out here" A large man came barreling out of the ship, supposedly the leader of this marine squad, but those were all the words he had time to say before his head to was seperated from his shoulders. The bodys were unceremoniously dumped over the side of the deck and into the water, sinking down but staining the waves red in that area for a few seconds, the sail was unfurled and the ship went on and away from the island. This would be a good time to have Danny, thought Neo as he struggled slightly to control the boat and sail it properly, Neo was not exactly a master navigator, that had always been Danny's job. |
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| ♦ TGIFlash | Jun 23 2014, 10:53 AM Post #7 | ||||
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
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