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| ♦ Axel | Nov 5 2014, 08:43 PM Post #1 |
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This island was dumb. Bled hated almost everything about it. The lack of colour in this so called town of turnips was off-putting and rather disgusting to the eye, how people could live like this was one of the many questions that plagued the Grand Line. Lighting a cigarette he had retrieved from his pocket, the man inhaled some of the addictive free cancer that he had grown so attached to over his life. Sweeping his pale gold coloured hair to the left, the man checked the time on his watch. Half past two in the afternoon, still a bit too early to be awake. Yawning, the businessman took a look at some documents he had acquired over his time on the island. His money here was absolutely useless, which kinda pissed him off since he had spent his entire life amassing his fortune. Instead the savages her dealt in coloured paint. Whoever decided this was the best currency system was a lunatic and likely spent every waking moment of their day finding other ways to ruin the few joys that life still supplied to Bled. Yeah, that was it, the person who started this nonsense just hated Bled. The businessman could see why, it was hard to stand in his presence without feeling incompetent. No matter, he would be off this island sooner or later, preferably his next destination would be one where people didn’t decide that their currency would revolve around socks or something else ridiculous like that. Sighing, the man decided to assess how much he was worth on this island. As he often walked around in suits and pants of black, all he found that was worth much were his watch, rings and assortment of shirts and ties. It wasn’t ideal to be pawning off his own clothing but he had managed to acquire some more of this precious paint that the locals coveted so much. That allowed the man to exist quite comfortably on the island, at least he has lodging and food. Finishing off his cigarette and letting it drop to the ground, the knife user leant against the wall of some shop near the centre of the town. People had been trying to come up to him all day and steal his coloured shit. It was a pain and a half. He eyed a civilian walking gingerly in his direction. Looked like another thief. Positioning one his knives he had hidden up his sleeve, he was ready in case the man tried anything. However the civilian simply kept moving along, which caused the gold haired individual to drop his guard for a mere second. In that moment they striked. A group of five individuals dropped down from the roof of the building and began spray-painting the businessman with what appeared to be white paint. Yelling out loud, Bled grabbed Giza from his hand and raised the knife directly in the direction of one of the delinquents, causing the degenerates to instantly stop what they were doing. “What the fuck was that for.” “Ummmmm, we’re sorry?” “Oh, you probably will be.” |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 6 2014, 07:26 PM Post #2 |
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"Gesso Island, colourless to the bone. I would be skipping it completely if it wasn't for this report. Working for the marines had it's benefits and this sure was one of them." Stepping outside the building, Kasper looked around one more time before resuming his normal walking, moving down the street as he continued to ratiocinate. His study had led him to this island, rather unimportant one among all the islands in the Grand Line, which only made his finding a bit more interesting. To think that such ability would be taught and practiced here, it was quite the stretch even for a great mind like himself. And if it wasn't for a marine report from a couple of years ago, he would never know about this. Still, what it mattered was that he now had a lead to pursue and wouldn't let go of it until he had received the knowledge he was seeking. "...there were two of them, one was clearly taller than the other but both seemed to be quite aggressive which was unusual for members of this group. The Kolor Kidnapping Klan was not known by this type of behaviour, as they are seen as low level thugs. However, something about those two seemed to be off. And that would be confirmed the moment they stepped forward. To much of our disbelief, they both turned completely red..." The experienced doctor kept on reading the piece of paper he transported on his right hand, as if he was hoping to find some missing information on the same old paper he had read for about the twentieth time now. Yet, the information remained the same with nothing else being given. For him, it just seemed odd that those two would be part of a group like the Kolor Kidnapping Klan, as like the report said, they weren't known for such act. Further down the report, it's even stated that the five marines that were present at the time were all completely beaten, being found unconscious later on by one of the patrols. Again, nothing within the marines pointed towards such power among that particular group, so there was, without doubt, something going on. That was why Kasper had decided to visit this island. His marine days were long gone so, he wouldn't be investigating the place in their name, but rather for himself. What fascinated him the most wasn't the sudden strength of the members but rather the ability they showed, to turn their skin completely red, seemingly at will. Whether that was the result of some sort of experiment or not, he wasn't quite sure, though, he did know of something that could allow such level of body alteration. "Life Return..." Among the marines, there were some he met that possessed this ability called Life Return, with which they could completely control their body functions, to a point where they were able to achieve superhuman feats. The ability to change the colour of it's skin seemed to fit in this category, as it was just a matter of being able to alter the melanocytes, which produce melanin, responsible for giving the skin it's colour. If that became possible then the skin colour could be changed freely, as those two cited by the reports seemed to do. Throughout the years he stayed at the marines, he always expressed interest on seeing that Life Return ability in action, so he could study and eventually, master it as it seemed extensively useful, specially for someone like him. Unfortunately, that was never granted to him. His search, however, didn't end and now, he was on Gesso Island to once again, try to obtain it. During the last days, he had been able to gather some information about the Kolor gang, as well as their usual "hit spots", where they usually attacked people to mostly annoy you. Unlike most around the island, Kasper had also noted that his garments were much more colourful than the rest, which had resulted in quite some aggressive looks but, perhaps because of his general and menacing appearance, he hadn't been bothered yet by any sort of attack on his integrity. A couple of his ties had been sold to get such information but, in the end, it would pay off if he happened to learn about this coveted ability. After reaching about half way of the street, the doctor ended up turning left into one of the many side streets where the human activity was much lower and normally, the chances of being attacked rose. This was exactly what he wanted however, what he ended up coming across was completely different. He had walked quite a bit ever since he left the main street so there shouldn't be many people around and in fact, there weren't any, if it wasn't for the six people in front of him. A quick analysis of the situation revealed that he was in front of what appeared to be another attack by the Kolor clan, which was just what he wanted and considering how one among the six seemed to be wielding a knife, it seemed like he had bumped into the situation right on time. "Now then, what do we have here? Is it the Kolor Kidnapping Klan that I have right in front of me? Hmm...Exactly what I wanted!" Edited by Benjamin Kaito, Nov 7 2014, 07:37 AM.
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| ♦ Axel | Nov 7 2014, 10:19 PM Post #3 |
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“What the fuck is a ‘Kolor Kidnapping Klan’?” “That’s us.” “Is it spelt with three Ks or three Cs?” “Ks.” “You guys are full of disappointment aren’t you?” “Sorry.” Bled shook his head as he looked at the weirdo wrapped in bandages, with his knife still pressed against one of the man’s neck. He had no real clue what was going on, only that these delinquents were getting on his nerve and some guy didn’t get the memo Halloween was about a month ago. Stepping on the KKK member’s back, he pinned the man to the ground and stood up. The other members of his fun little group were also still in the area, not moving. “I’m sorry… May I help you with something?” Bled inquired as he addressed the bandaged individual. “If you happen to know who these gentlemen are I would be most grateful, I’ll be looking to file for compensation costs for desecrating my suit like that. I’m not particularly interested in much else, though I would prefer to be pain in real beli and not that nonsense white pain the lot on this island sling around. I have a net worth to maintain here and this island’s backwards trading system does not help.” “Hey! You’re the one who’s backwards!” “Shut it,” Bled remarked, pushing down tighter with the force of his boot against the man's back. “Yes sir.” Scratching his neck, the man in the black suit sighed. He was having such a nice and uneventful day as well. This kind of nonsense always occurred in the Grand Line, strange people doing strange things. He was used to it, he grew up in the lawless black markets of St Poplar after all. However, this was downright crazy and nonsensical. Youth spray painting tourists and men who decided to dress in medical equipment. This world was a crazy place. “So… Can we go?” Another one of the members of this so called ‘Kolor Kidnapping Klan’ responded from afar. They all wore the same uniforms, it was actually kind of amusing. They were like children who thought organised assault was a good idea. “No, you may not.” “What are you gonna do? You can’t chase all of us.” “I can kill your friend here.” “You wouldn’t actually do that.” “Try me.” The member of the Klan thought about his odds before deciding against running away. Partly because the man Bled had pinned had begun crying about he missed his mother and other such trifle matters. It was kind of sad, that a man could break down like that after going about their treacherous ways only a few moments beforehand. People these days were so sensitive, couldn’t even take one death threat before reverting back into emotional wrecks. This was exactly why Bled condoned the bullying of young children. They had to grow character, not revert into empty husks of happiness. “Anyway, Mr Bandage. If you have any remote clue about what exactly is going on I would certainly be most grateful.” |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 8 2014, 08:09 PM Post #4 |
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"Ah, I see you are a bit confused, merchant boy. And while my area of specialization isn't psychology, I can tell just by looks, that you are almost as frightened as they are, but more confused. Fear not though, as none of you have been marked, yet." He finally answered after giving a good look at both the well dressed man and the ones that seemed to be members of the Kolour Kidnapping Klan. Just by the looks, it was easy to deduct that the man in the suit was someone who had some wealth, as he dressed with clothes that had some clear value. At the same time, he's talk about his net worth quickly threw the doctor into the merchant business as it was something they usually valued. They were beli addicts, as far as he knew, and this young fellow didn't seem to be any different. Perhaps, in the good ways of the tradesman, he could strike a deal here, that could be advantageous for both. But first, he needed to giving a bit of an insight of the situation he had been brought into. Considering he had quickly jumped into the aggressive way, he realized he could be in front of a tough bargainer, which could make things more difficult. At the same time, he knew he was armed and probably knew how to handle small weapons, like that knife he was holding. A merchant fighter, perhaps. That, however, wasn't really that important, it was just part of his small inspection of the person he had in front of him. As for the kidnapping group, well, he knew they didn't quite presented to be a threat, as they were all just thugs who wanted to prank people and steal their coloured clothes. Small time robbers, at best. "Let me explain then. These kids here are all part of a group of thugs that like to rob people of their coloured clothes, just like that suit you are wearing, or my own garments. They are called, as I mentioned, the Kolour Kidnapping Klan, KKK for short. Now, these boys here, I don't have any interest on, though, the people behind them might be interesting. They possess something I value, something that I want. That why I want to be kidnapped by them, so that I can meet those people. Unless they willingly take me to them. I would also take that option." He kept talking as he reached for his bag and took out his gas mask, casually inspecting it and eventually putting it up on his face, with his last words already being slightly distorted by the mask itself. At the same time, he reached out for one of his drug glass capsules, holding it in his hand while he dropped the bag on the floor, acting as if nothing of usual was happening. In truth, there was nothing wrong with putting a mask on and taking out a glass container out of a bag, for no particular reason, so no one should be worried about it. In fact, it was so normal for Kasper that he continued to talk, trying his best to speak as clearly as he could through the mask, so that it could be understand by everyone. "No need to worry, I'm a doctor! And I was told by some, I'm very good at it. And a good surgeon as well. My condition? Yes, it's not the best but what I have is not contagious, nor a disease so you don't have to worry. I did try to heal me completely but, it seems it wasn't within my skill. Now then, and moving onto a completely different matter, I would like to talk to you, young merchant, as I want to propose a deal here. You see, coloured things are very valuable here, and when I say very, I mean really high, as these kids can confirm. The Koloured Klan stores lots of these and sell them in the black market for double or triple of what is practiced outside. I noticed you are a man that enjoys wealth, obviously. So what is my proposition then? A simple partnership. I will reduce my share on any items found to only 25% and you will be able to take the rest. Yes, I still need the money, despite having another goal, but waving half of my gains seems to be good enough to have you with me for the time being. Ah, yes, you are wondering why do I need you. Well, let's put it this way. I cannot accomplish my goal alone." He paused again, evaluating the situation once again. The puzzled expressions from the thugs didn't surprise him at all, as they sure weren't the smartest among the group, nor his proposition was within the normal standards of any kind of similar situation, however, he was expecting them to be cooperative or else, he would have to force them. That was why he was already prepared to act, as he was holding one capsule containing Ekel Gas, a nausea inducing gas he had produced. With his mask in place, he could safely break it and cover the whole area with it so that he could strike everyone in one sweep. That, however, was not what he wanted. He preferred diplomacy, like civilized men should. "Do we have a deal then? And I'm asking all of you present. Just to refresh your minds, the deal is, Mr. Merchant helps me and you five take us both to the rest of your group. You can even strip our clothes if you want, as long as you leave me with my bag and whatever he wants to be left with. From the moment you drop us off, my deal with you five ends. Deny cooperation and I might have to conduct some experiments on you. I forgot to say but, I'm also a scientist!" |
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| ♦ Axel | Nov 10 2014, 05:14 AM Post #5 |
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“I think we should take the deal.” “Since when did you have a say in what I do with my life?” “But this masked gentleman has offered such a nice deal and he said we all have a say in this! That sounds like the grounds to build a solid friendship for eternity!” “You’re a rather bit dense aren’t you?” Bled mulled over the offer. Indeed, what this man said did hold quite a lot of merit after that ridiculously boring monologue. Though the knife user did notice the individual pull out a capsule of some sort likely as some kind of backup plan, he didn’t particularly mind. Having a way out of any situation was simply just good planning and foresight, in fact Bled would much rather work with someone who always thought ahead instead of people who simply lived in the present. “Hmm, ok I’ll take you up on that offer. There isn’t much going on in this desolate excuse for a town anyway, I could do with something else to do especially if there’s something interesting potentially at the end of it. Either way, nice to meet you. My name is James Bledsoe Jr. I would be most happy if you were to call me Bled, in fact I would most disappointed if you didn’t.” “Ok James, let’s be best friends for life. My name is Zachery.” “I will cut you up and then ship you to all four blues if I ever hear that ever again.” The merchant shook his head, he despised being called James. Escaping his father’s shadow had taken so much time, he was not going to be forced back into it by some child who thought he was being funny. The gold haired man simply stood there with a look of disappointment. He was not going to enjoy working with this particular gentleman despite the fact they were now essentially business partners. “Anyway, we should probably get going soon. I’ll need all of your clothes Bled.” “No chance in hell are you touching my clothing. This suit costs more than the collective wealth of multiple islands in the East Blue.” “We can’t just take you in without at least removing some of your clothes man. You gotta play by our rules if you want to trespass into our turf.” “Fine.” Bled shook his head, removing his suit and gingerly handing it over to Zach. That suit was a rather expensive impulse buy and he hadn’t even come close to wearing it enough to make it worth it. Also taking off his tie and wristwatch, he handed them over before quickly concealing all four of his knives in places around his body and clothing. He was not going to walk into the lion’s den without being properly prepared. “That is all I’m willing to give you and I do expect them to return to me safely. Well, with all that nonsense out of our systems I’m sure we’re ready to go. Now, why don’t you lead the way?” |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 11 2014, 04:09 PM Post #6 |
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"Good, great even. Now then, you here will lead us there. We can move out as soon as we are ready. Just give me a moment to prepare my stuff." He ended up pointing out to the nearest of the five that composed the KKK, ignoring the one that had been speaking the whole time since he had met them. Who would end up leading them had no real importance, as he just wanted to get in touch with those famed guys that seemed to possess Life Return, if the report was really true. Chances were that it was all made up by the soldiers that wrote it, just to spice a bit more their daily work or to cover up some beating they had taken from local pirates. Either way, there was no harm from inspecting in person this group, as they seemed to be a fairly unorganized bunch and a low level of threat to the population in general. Of course that if the reports were real then he would be in for a great acquisition and maybe, a way to heal most of his wounds. Before moving out, he stripped down his clothes as the thugs ordered him, putting back both his capsule and mask inside the bag which he would retain, along with his underwear and head bandages. With his body completely uncovered, people could see his deep scars and burnt skin, resulting from the great accident he had suffered when he was younger. It was not a pretty sight at all and most would certainly feel disgusted by it. Kasper, however, didn't seem to care. He had learned to accept them as they were, knowing that there wasn't anything he could do to completely heal back that skin, for now. "Mind my appearance, gentlemen. Unfortunately this is something I couldn't heal and because of that, I was burdened to carry these. There is no more physical pain, but my injuries still run deeply within my mind." The doctor felt obligated to explain his situation and appearance, regardless of any of the present cared about it or was even unease with it. It was just something he couldn't help himself, the eagerness of teaching people on many matters, just like he had done before when he explained both the KKK and his whole plan, only skipping the information he considered too vital to be shared, such has his goal being the acquisition of Life Return. Though, he still remained friendly enough to keep chatting with all of them, asking questions about the current activities of the group, after learning that they didn't seem to be as active as before. "But let's not talk about me, I'm intrigued by your actions. You seem to be less active now. Are the tourists being more careful now? Have they been warned enough to not walk around in coloured shirts? Perhaps you leader is thinking about thing else? Moving up? You also seem to be pretty new to this. Is the group gathering more followers?" His questions continued to follow, piling up as he kept on going. As a person that enjoyed knowledge, this was a great opportunity to know more about the Kolour Kidnapping Group and their behaviour, now that he was able to stablish contact. All this information he would be able to gather would definably prove to be valuable later on when he would be forced to fight them, specially the ones having Life Return. Oh, the sole idea that he was getting so close to it was almost enticing, to a point he was almost shivering of excitement. This could be a great day for the doctor. |
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| ♦ Axel | Nov 14 2014, 11:59 PM Post #7 |
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Bled wasn’t sure why this so called ‘doctor’ had decided to take it upon himself to remove himself of almost all his clothing. It appeared to be a strange move, especially when he appeared to have much to hide underneath his clothing. For all the merchant knew, the bandaged fellow was an odd fellow who enjoyed attracting the attention of others or he could just be odd. Bled didn’t really care, what the man did with his spare time was up to him but if it helped to bring legitimacy to their shaky claim of being kidnapped he would tolerate it. “Well, we’ve had to cut back on all that kidnapping and assault stuff ever since we received a warning from the local police that it was apparently a bad thing. So right now it’s more of just graffiti and minor inconveniences until the police get off our back. Then we’ll go back to hurting tourists and stuff. Some of the members aren’t happy but going against the boss is a bad idea since he’s like super evil and stuff. Well, people say he’s super and evil and stuff since I’m not allowed to talk to him since apparently I’m too dumb and something like that." “Yeah I can believe that.” “C’mon man. Why you gotta be like that? I thought we were buddies now.” “Mmm, last friend I had didn’t turn out so well. I think he’s in a river somewhere but don’t quote me on that, he might be in the ocean for all we know. Don’t tell the police about this though, I’m pretty sure it’s still illegal to murder people.” The group of KKK members led them through the city and close to the outskirts of the town. The shift in socio-economic culture was evident, the architecture of the town became more and more desolate and detached. There was a significant more amount of rubbish and abandoned buildings. People glanced in their direction but often quickly turned away. These people apparently commanded some respect around these parts, which surprised Bled since the men he was walking with were people he would never respect. They turned off to the left into a large block of factory warehouses. No way. Did criminals actually hide in such a cliché location? Zachery knocked on the door. This was really happening wasn’t it? A slider on the door opened and a pair of eyes appeared, it appeared that another man looking at who had knocked on their door. They nodded to each other and the sounds of bolts being loosened flooded Bled’s ears. How barbaric. “C’mon Zach. I thought we told you that you weren’t allowed to kidnap people anymore. We don’t need more cops on our arse about this shit.” “Man, this is a good haul though. Trust me on this.” “Fine, why does that dude still have all his clothes when the other one is basically naked? Try and explain that?" “Uhhh…” “I have a medical condition that if I take off my shirt I’ll explode.” “Really?” “I’ve never taken off my shirt in my life so there’s a chance that it’s true I guess.” “Fine, whatever. Take them in.” |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 16 2014, 12:02 PM Post #8 |
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"Simplistic thugs indeed." It seemed like these five members wouldn't be much of a help, besides guiding them to the Kolour Kidnapping Klan hideout. As expected, their destination ended up being in the outskirts of the city itself, but not that far from their usual attack places, meaning that distance was the sole reason why they only showed up in some areas of the city. So far, he could tell that, while they possessed some organization, it was far from being ideal or even threatening to the local authorities, which was why the marines didn't seem to care much about their activities, viewing them mostly as pranksters, which wasn't far from truth. Despite all that, they still had a ranking system, or so it seemed, as they talked about a leader, someone who was in charge and he would assume that there were also people in between that spot among their hierarchy. Maybe it was some of those that were forcing the group to go on a less aggressive way. None of this actually mattered, though Kasper found it fascinating, as he was always thrilled to know about things. This group in particular, while had no relevance, would still have it's appeal to the doctor, pushing him to gather more information about it. The group would remain silent for the rest of the walk, eventually coming across the building that served as their hideout. Stopping at the front, he let the men talk their way in, noticing once again, how careless they seemed to act, despite being about to let other people inside and actually realizing there was something off with the two. Intelligence sure wasn't abundant among them but maybe the people at the top had some to spare. As soon as the men opened the door, the seven entered it, one by one, until the last crossed it and the door was once again closed. They were then guided through a small hallway which forced them to walk on a line, until they finally reached another door. This one wasn't locked from the inside, but there was still one guy guarding it, standing right in the front. This one, unlike the other, was much taller and large, in fact, he was quite intimidating to look at, despite not being particularly muscular, but rather just plain flat. His baldness, unkempt beard and overall filthy appearance, with most of his clothes being ripped and stained by various substances, only added to this disturbing view. Not only he seemed like a guy that could beat you to a pulp but he also looked like he could infect you more than one disease just by touching you. "The hell is this, boy? Do you want to get your face smacked? Uh?" Without a warning, the big man slapped Zachary in the face, with such force that the guy ended up hitting the wall and get knocked unconscious, leaving a trail of blood as he made his way to the floor. The ones behind him quickly panicked, turning around and fleeing, only to be stopped by a loud growl from the man, which stopped them on their tracks. The next one on the line slowly turned around as the big man made his way past the knocked body of their fellow companion and approached him. "Errr. I'm really sorry to bother with this, Big Gunnar...wasn't really our idea...They have clothes though! Just...just take them to the cell. I'm sure everything will be fine." "Oh...right, wouldn't that be great now...IF IT WASN'T FORBIDDEN TO TAKE HOSTAGES AGAIN YOU DIMWIT!" Another hand flew in the direction of the poor boy and as result, another body flew against the wall, sending him to sleep as well. It seemed like the big man, addressed as Big Gunnar, was not particularly happy to see them, with no exception. Still, after beating to of the five members of his own group, he seemed to calm down and addressed the third on in line, who was right in front of Kasper, in a more contained manner. The guy was sweating like he had never seen, water dripping from his forehead and fingers, as he constantly shook in front of the large man. The doctor could only imagine that he was definitely thinking he would met the same end as his colleagues. However, this would end up being wrong. "Fine...Fine! I'll take them from this moment on. You three pick up the trash and leave already before I lose my mind. I don't want to get any more blood stains on my new shirt. I just robbed it yesterday...Now scramble! Weirdo and Richboy, follow me!" Kasper moved to the side as the boys quickly picked up their companions and left the place with surprising speed. Seemed like while they sure weren't fighters, they could easily outrun many marine soldiers. Once they were gone, the two were let alone with Big Gunnar who remained silent as he guided them through the second door, into another hallway, this one being much wider, as much as three or four people side by side, instead of the one and half featured in the last one. Looking at his companion over his shoulder, he wondered if the business man would try to do anything right now or would simply let him guide them to whatever place he was heading to. Though, as he looked, there was something else that caught his eye. To the side, and from one of the several doors that were accessed by the hallway, two young women dressed in what appeared to be a nurse outfit, appeared before them, making Big Gunnar stop. Only then he realized they were exactly the same, which could only mean that they were twins. Edited by Benjamin Kaito, Nov 16 2014, 12:02 PM.
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| ♦ Axel | Nov 22 2014, 07:36 AM Post #9 |
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Bled didn’t like weird people. They were weird. Right now he was definitely stuck around all these weird people, there was the almost all naked weirdo, Zachery the ‘totally bad at life’ individual and now this new fellow who appeared to be more hyper violent and angrier than a bull who had been physically set on fire then left in a room sprayed with the blood of twenty thousand ferrets. The businessman muttered to himself, he had been dragged into some weird shit again. He unfortunately didn’t have life insurance in the event of being killed by angry hooligans, though it’s not like he had anyone to bother leaving money to. Bled wasn’t in the mood to fight back and try and force his way out of this freefalling disaster, no he would much rather just let this flow naturally until he had a reason to put himself on the chopping block. His knives were still in reaching range of his hands though he would much prefer not to go down this path. These cults usually had a decent rainy day fund stashed away somewhere and if they were easy to manipulate Bled was always willing to do business. Bled was willing to go anywhere where he smelled money, this place usually smelt like trash but there was the slight allure of money. He followed the brute before being stopped by two reasonably attractive twins in nursing outfits. Now if there was one thing that they didn’t teach you in grade school it was that when confronted by females in a dodgy warehouse who likely fiddled around with needles it was often a good idea to get the fuck out. This was potentially dangerous and the knife wielding sociopath instinctively shifted his right hand towards the hilt of his blade before catching himself. Giving up any specific details like that would be reckless. “Urgh, Zachery and those other disappointments brought in some new victims and it looks like we’re stuck with them since they weren’t blindfolded or nuthin. They were just lead straight to our secret base, eyes wide open. I swear one day I’ll smack that boy so hard that his brain goes flying one way and his head the other. Not like there’s much up there anyway.” “I agree, please do that. Listening to him talk is akin to just watching my brain cells walk off a cliff.” “Shut it.” “Sure.” “As I was saying, go do the standard tests for these two. All the usual stuff, we don’t want another case of Ebola in the compound because some idiot brought it in and then bled over literally everything. Then escort them to their cell but make sure the guards don’t rough ‘em up too much. I want to talk to them later about the little project we’re running. Might as well use them since we’re here." With that the brute hunkered off leaving Bled and Kasper with the two nurses. Now would be a very easy time to make a break for it but the parting words of Big Gunnar left the man intrigued. This little project he spoke of seemed like it might have something to do with the pitch Kasper had spouted to Bled earlier. Following one of the nurses into a room he sat down, observing carefully as she pulled out a needle to extract blood. Watching as she sterilised all the objects appropriated, Bled let out a sigh of relief. He probably wasn’t getting HIV today. The nurse walked over and moved to Bled’s right side. The businessman froze, there was a chain attached to his right forearm that connected to one of his knives. Revealing that would not be optimal. “Uhh, could you please do my left arm instead? My right one is a bit sore from injecting a lot of heroin or something. I would be much more grateful if you did my left instead.” The nurse simply nodded and moved, Bled smiled and rolled up his left sleeve in gratitude. That was another crisis averted though fanning out flames as they came up was never an effective method. The businessman sat there and watched blood being extracted from his body. |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 23 2014, 02:13 PM Post #10 |
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The moment the big man left, it was the moment both females got in motion, each taking on a different person. It seemed like they would end up being separated sooner than Kasper was expecting. This, however, would prove to be only a small setback in his predictions, which were mostly based on the lack of intelligence displayed by the people who guided him inside the warehouse they were now on. However, once inside, it now seemed like there were people among their ranks that could think for themselves and actually make the organization thrive. That seemed to happen with the man who had been called Big Gunnar, which despite his appearance, was still efficient enough to carry his job. For the doctor, he acted as some sort of bouncer, a guard that patrolled the building and enforced his rule in the corridors both through fear and force. These two nurses however, seemed to be different. Considering their position, they had knowledge and insight of scientific matters and weren't strangers to his own profession. The only thing he needed to know was that if they were smart enough to outwit him in his own game. As the twins separated the two of them, Kasper was lead to a small office further into the corridor they had been walking. Once inside, he quickly realized he had been brought to a small infirmary, considering all the medical apparel that surrounded him. There was all kinds of stuff there, enough for him to stuff his bag more than ten times and still have to come back, but those materials, while some of them were of fine quality, weren't his goal, as what he sought was much more valuable. "You can sit now, Sir. I've been watching you since we have met and I cannot help to think about those injuries on your body. It seems like 30% of your skin has been burnt, disfiguring you in the process. And the scar on your right arm leads me to think that something was inserted there. The wound itself doesn't leave any doubts that its much younger than those burns, which can mean it was some sort of intervention to maybe revert your skin's condition. At the same time, the bag you are holding allows me to determine that you are a person familiar with medical matters, perhaps even a doctor, yet, you don't seem to be devoted to it any more, or else, the bag would less lighter and the weight would make you hobble, even if slightly. I'm guessing it does have some equipment inside, but not much. It's Ms. Pincher, Alice Pincher, your nurse for the time being." The doctor was caught off guard with such response, to a point he was even caught slightly gawking at the girl, only to quickly brush it off. What she had done was remarkable, an analysis so profound that even him had to recognize. Sure it had some small flaws and errors, but there wasn't that much to correct. Though, what surprised him most was why was such brilliant mind allied with these simplistic thugs. Could it be that some breakthrough was truly achieved in here? Was he really going to find gold with this Kolour Kidnapping Klan who was so low on the food chain that no one cared about them? After finding this young girl, his hopes were surely much higher yet, he also wondered if just like her, his sister would be the same. If so, then maybe there was a gain on having them both accompany him daily with his researches, as he could make use of a couple of assistants. "My, my, young woman. You sure have a lovely brain. However, my body is actually 42,7% burnt. And while medical practice is not my main concern, yes, I still do it when is needed. Perhaps, you are also underestimating my strength. I might be a man of science, but that doesn't mean I do not keep my body in shape. Still, an impressive deduction, worthy of praise, Ms. Pincher. I feel like I have found gold, as you are very interesting. If your sister happens to be the same then I might not leave this place for a while. Now then, tell me why are you going to drug me here. Am I a threat to you or your group? You don't seem to see me as a strong person, but you know that I have the brain to defeat most of your kind. Though, I never expressed any intent of going against this organization. It must be someone higher in the hierarchy then. The guard from before is just a step above in the system, but you, and maybe your sister, have enough qualities to be higher. So do tell, Ms. Pincher, why are you keeping a syringe inside your pocket filled with a liquid form of temazepam. Is it past my bed time already?" Alice smiled, as if she was waiting for him to finish with some witty comment. She knew and was expecting him to pretty much ran over everything she wanted to do or was thinking about and in fact, Kasper had beat her own expectations. He nailed pretty much what he covered and was even able to guess the drug she was using without even seeing the syringe and the liquid inside. He did even realize that she did, in fact, held a special rank within the group, despite not being a leading one. She was member of the Research Department, along with her sister and together, they were the heads of that department, which consisted on over a dozen of scientists. So, despite being pretty much a no one within the KKK, she was still an important person who was just acting as a nurse for the time being. "The tests, Sir, while standard, do require that we have our patient in a sleeping state. Your companion is probably sleeping already, since my sister isn't as talkative. In fact, she isn't talkative at all, considering she is a mute. Just like yourself, we too experienced something that scarred us for the rest of our life. Maybe...we have more in common than you think. But for now, please comply and allow me to do my job." |
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| ♦ Axel | Nov 26 2014, 02:05 AM Post #11 |
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Bled had been drugged, curses. He hadn’t honestly seen this coming, one minute he was having his blood extracted from this silent broad and the next he had a syringe pumping God knows what into his body. He thought about resisting but considering the circumstances that wouldn’t end up too well in his favour. He had already been drugged, antagonizing the one who would be taking care of his unconscious body would not be a genius play. The businessman simply shook his head, feeling heavy as he drifted closer and closer to the darkness. With one final breath, he chuckled and faded to black. “Urghh.” Bled woke up, pushing up from the cold ground and tried to orientate himself. The first thing he noticed was that all four of his knives had been confiscated, grumbling he shook his head and tried to catch any light to illuminate the room. It was dark and cold, the ground beneath him being made of stone. “God… Where am I?” “In a cell.” The voice came from ahead, the businessman instantly looked forward trying to make out any faces in the darkness. “Oh, sorry about turning out the darkness. I prefer keeping the lights off in here. Gimme a second.” A sudden burst of light emerged as the man lit a match, showing his face for the first time. It was old and laced with multiple scars, like each one told its own riveting story of how it was made. “Anyway, I’m about the whole incident with Alice and Wanda, well actually I’m too sorry since you guys might be the secret to this whole nonsense. Not you so much but the other fella lying on the ground over there.” Bled turned around, on the ground sleeping peacefully appeared to be Kasper. It was now obvious that he was in a cell of some sort, the scarred gentleman was on the outside sitting down as he watched over the two. Bled’s four knives were neatly placed on a table near the door along with a collection of multiple other items. Scratching his head, the man returned his gaze to the scarred gentleman. There were weapons strapped to his body but his posture indicated he wasn’t too interested in using them. “Always cells with you cults, never should have gotten involved with all this nonsense in the first place. So, who are you anyway? If you’re only interested in the other guy, can I go?” “Oh, me? I’m just a simple guard who has a very big interest in what’s going on here. I guess you can just call me Dust, I quite like the name Dust. Unfortunately we’re not going to let you off so easily my friend, just because you’re not the key doesn’t mean you’re not part of the puzzle. I’m not bribed easily, so don’t think you can pull that. That’s a hefty sum of cash you’re carrying on you, I didn’t take any of it but be a bit more careful next time.” Bled simply shook his head. He was going to love it here. |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Nov 29 2014, 02:08 PM Post #12 |
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"I truly wonder what are you doing with this group. Even knowing that you are probably connected to what I seek, there are far better places for you to work, including at my side. Together, we could achieve some breakthroughs, I have no doubts." "My job is is far better than anything you can provide, at least for now. And I'm already close to achieving a breakthrough on my own, so I don't need any help. You'll soon understand this, even witness it. For now, allow me to drug you. Once you awake, you'll met with Dust. Treat him well, he's a good boy." With that said, the woman approached Kasper who didn't move at all. Once she got close, he reached out for her syringe and struck it on the doctor's veins. Just as she wanted, he wouldn't resist as there was no point on forcing his way out in the condition he was in. As soon as the liquid began to flow through his veins, he started to feel dizzy, slowly losing his strength, as Alice tried her best to lead him to the chair before he collapsed. Whether she was able to do it or not, he couldn't tell, as his eyes shut before he could see the outcome. When he woke up again, the place had changed and instead of the infirmary, he was now in what appeared to be in a cell. "..." Drugs were always a pain, despite being his speciality. This one was no exception, as it had caused him quite an headache. The back of his head seemed like was about to explode and the dizziness was yet to stop. It seemed like his nurse had abused on his dose and he was experiencing more backlash than the expected, probably to hinder him for the longest time possible. She was smart, there was no doubt, and the longer she managed to incapacitate, the longer he would be unable to act. Now that he appeared to be in a cell, locked away, the clock was ticking in favour of the KKK and he needed to get back on track before it was too late. Pushing himself up from the cold floor, he shook his head around, trying to brush off the remaining effects of the sleeping drug, as well as get a grasp of what exactly had he gotten into. The first thing he noticed was that his recently met partner was also there, who wasn't looking very happy. He couldn't really censor him, as this was not how he expected things to go. Despite being a very intelligent person, Kasper was completely unaware that the Kolour Kidnapping Klan could be this organized and have such a deep hierarchy, seeing how unorganized and dumb their grunts were, not to mention their raids and crimes general weren't far from being mere pranks. So maybe the group was already aiming from something else, something more important. Whatever it was, while not really important, Kasper would like to know but there was no doubt it involved that ability he wanted to much. Life Return could give them the edge they needed to go from just thugs to real criminals. "Ugh...Dust isn't it? Alice told me about you...She told me you were a good person...whatever that might mean. Anyway...I believe you have either something to tell me or to take us to. Which one is it?" Finally feeling much better, he ended up being able to stand completely right after finishing talking to the man that appeared to be acting as the cell guard. His head was still aching but he could deal with the pain, more or less, though what he really wanted was to know what was the next step. The business man wouldn't probably do much, nor he could, most likely, so he would have let them continue their plan with the two of them. And since his medical bad was gone, there wasn't much he could do about it. Not yet at least. |
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| ♦ Axel | Dec 1 2014, 05:15 AM Post #13 |
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Kasper had woken up now, great. Another weirdo to shake up the join, maybe they’d run into a dude who just liked to sit down and enjoy a nice conversation over a drink. That would be the dream wouldn’t it? Sulking, the man reached for a cigarette before realising that they had been confiscated from him too. Was there no bounds to their cruelty? They were monsters, nothing more and nothing less. Dust simply sat there smiling however, taking a sip out of a flask that appeared both old and expensive. Bled leaned against the railings of the cage, watching the guard cough slightly before answering the question that Kasper had asked. “Right, yes. The big boss wants to see you.” Bled interjected, tapping the metal bars with his fingers. “You mean that Gunnar guy or whatever his name was? The dude who looked like he would rather pick a fight with an elephant than sit down and talk over what he wanted for dinner?” “No, the big boss is someone else entirely. He’s not nearly so rash. The man you’re referring to is more in charge of our daily activities, you’ll probably end up running into him again and I’d advise no insulting him. He has a habit of breaking bones when angry.” “Is he going to show himself or do we get the pleasure of being locked in this cage a little longer? You see, I think I left my over on at home and I was cooking chicken or something. It would be such a shame if that were to burn, I do enjoy chicken.” “You’ll meet him soon, in fact he told me to alert him when you were awake but instead we’re having this lovely conversation which I’m rather enjoying. Now that you know, I should probably get to that.” The scarred man picked up a den den mushi that had been sitting on the table for the entire course of the conversation. “Yeah, they’re up. Tell the boss he can come down now. They don’t seem too angry, one of them is being rather polite and the other is being a snarky brat. Don’t worry about it, I don’t think they’ll try anything.” “That was rude,” the businessman had begun fiddling with a stone he had found on the ground. It wasn’t large enough to kill anyone with. Well, technically anything was large enough to kill someone with but this one would require a considerable more amount of effort. Effort that Bled didn’t have at this point in time. “So, not to be any more of a snarky brat but can I have my stuff back yet?” “All in due time my friend, after the boss is through talking with you. He should be here almost any minute now so just keep calm and try not to antagonise anyone else any further. Ok? I’m sure you can do it, it’s really not that difficult.” |
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| Benjamin Kaito | Dec 3 2014, 02:51 PM Post #14 |
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Seeing how the man known as Dust quickly proceeded to answer his question along with some made by his new companion, he listened throughout it quietly and attentively, carefully storing all the information he needed within his memory. it was interesting to see how he had been summoned to talk with their boss, as if they knew his motives to be there. if that was true then he had greatly underestimated the organization, though, that information could have been given by Alice after their little chat. She had enough intelligence to understand him, to see right through the man that was only a simple doctor and reach out for the mad researcher that he truly was. Perhaps this talk would even allow him to strike a deal where he would be able to be part of whatever they were trying to achieve, which right now, he could only guess it was related to that skin colour changing ability. Once the man finished, Kasper stepped in to once again, seek out the information he wanted. "I understand now, Dust. But tell me, where do you fit in within this hierarchy? Big Gunnar seems like a person who could break every one of your bones so you must be under him. At the same time, you cannot be as fragile as seem, since you are in charge of the cells, from where people can eventually escape. People that can be quite dangerous. So, are those weapons just for show?" Approaching the metallic bars as he talked, he came close enough to the man so that he could clearly see his whole scarred body, marked by the large burned areas of his body. Since all his clothes had been stolen, he was simply walking around his underwear and the bandages on his head which prevented people form seeing his disgusting and disfigured face. Yet, surprisingly, he felt no cold from being almost naked. It seemed like the building had quite an extraordinary air-conditioning system which kept it always on a good and comfortable temperature. Before even getting an answer, he turned around to face the business man that had accompanied him to this odd hideout filled with criminals, picking a sudden interest on him despite having almost no conversation so far. "I forgot to introduce, fellow partner. I am Dr. Kasper von Wallenstein, former field medic for the marines. I feel like if we are going to be partners, we should have a proper introduction, despite the current conditions we are in. Our deal still stands so, I expect you to fulfil it to the end as we agreed. You are a man of your word, I hope. Business man do like to act for their own benefit but I believe I made you see clearly why you would benefit from this. I can assure you this won't fail." He finished with a bow to the man, concluding the introduction. Once again, and before even getting a proper answer, he turned once again to face Dust, locking this time his eyes on the door to the back from where their supposed leader would come from. While he had little regards for that person, he still wanted to know who this man was and how did he handle this organization, as well as how invested they were on this ability he wanted to know more of. So far, he had been mostly guided around, having almost no saying on their destiny and little freedom to act, though with this talk, he hoped to turn that around and finally gain control. After all, considering what Dust had just said, Kasper was probably about to be offered some sort of job. And if that happened, he wanted to make sure his newly acquired partner was also part of that deal. |
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| ♦ Axel | Dec 7 2014, 04:53 AM Post #15 |
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“Big Gunnar is a large person and he has immense strength, that is true. However he lacks skill, any man with a brain between his ears and experience stored in their hands can give him a run for their money. That doesn’t change the fact I am still just a lowly prison guard, though I like it that way. Let’s just say that I’ve paid my dues at the top, these days I prefer to stay away from the volatility near the top. You’re not even listening are you?” Bled shrugged as he turned to face Kasper. So many scars… It didn’t particularly bother him, it was just something that was worth pointing out. To be fair, it’s unlikely that Bled would ever forget Kasper again so he had that going for him. Kasper was still talking however, Bled caught most of the key points while he was just nodding and pretending to be physically and emotionally invested in the conversation. “Uhh, sure. The deal is still very much alive, it’s not like bowing out now will result in a beneficial situation for both us. My name is legally James Bledsoe Jr but please call me Bled. I’m just straight up a businessman, none of that pirate or bounty hunting nonsense for me. There are far more efficient methods of getting rich these days without having to make half the world your enemy. I’ll hold you for your word that this won’t fail then, let’s see how well you’ve thought this all out my friend.” Dust simply watched with amusement, cocking his head to the side the guard stroked his beard. Bled on the other hand had begun tapping on the lock on the cell, catching the eye of the scarred guard. He wasn’t doing anything suspicious, he was just bored and felt like fiddling with something that wasn’t a rock on the ground. Usually he would just play around with a cigarette but that wasn’t an option right now. The lock was solid, it was relatively new and required a key rather than a combination or some other fancy object that newer locks seemed to have these days. In the end, it seemed unlikely that they were going to break out the old fashioned way. “The keys are in my pocket you know.” “I figured.” Bled let go of the lock and yawned, this was pretty boring. “When’s the boss man getting here then? Save me from my boredom and misery and just let me go or bring up someone worth talking to. Also you mind passing me the pack of cigarettes over there, a lighter too would be rather optimal but I’d be willing to settle for trying to create enough friction to start a spark. Don’t worry, I won’t burn down the place. Probably.” “Nice try, normally I’d take my time to think of something witty to reply with but it would appear that the boss has arrived. Try not to be too much a menace will you?” With that Dusk stood up and opened the door. |
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