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| K1ngIsBack | Nov 15 2014, 01:52 AM Post #16 |
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"Yessuh Mr. Hoshi. I'll just use a part of your name like you said. Don't want to be stepping on any toes, especially those spiky shark ones you got." Blunt is the word that would best describe what Donkey just said. Annoying would be a close second. He wasn't being disagreeable to be mean, it was just in his nature to be difficult. Luckily for Amezoku, Donkey had every intention of sticking with Hoshi. It had a playful feel, and it was simple and easy to remember. "Now we gotta help Gary out. This town is infested with paint goons, and we don't kno- sorry. You two don't know who they are. That's why it would be easier to just draw them all out at once, even though I know exactly who they are. make sense? We just gotta be rowdy, demand some paint n stuff, then snuff out all the weak guys that come out. When the others see their chumps getting swept up, then Gary can track down the Boss without risk of getting caught." Donkey was making a V with his fingers as he stared at his fishy companion. His face was completely straight, but there was a certain sense of misplaced confidence emanating from his person. Motioning for Amezoku to follow, he turned and started down the street. He dashed towards the corner of a building, then pressed his back against it. He then made some motions towards his eyes, then pointed at Amezoku. He then moved his finger in a circle above his head, and pointed next to him. He didn't know what these call signs meant, but he wanted to seem professional. Without giving a warning to the man who was no doubt already fed up with him, Donkey dashed across the broad street to the other side. he promptly knelt next to a short trashcan. He was peaking out to see further down the street. There were just... normal people walking around. Many had umbrellas, some had ponchos on, but for the most part, it was just a dreary rainy day on Gesso. Donkey paid this no heed though. He was in the zone. He had a mission to accomplish, and he was on point to succeed. "Umm..." It was the voice of an older woman coming from behind him. Donkey hadn't been looking back so he didn't notice the lady walking up the street with her dog. Without any hesitation, Donkey jumped up while spinning and pointed at the lady. "Freeze! This is the marines. Hand over the paint and stick your hands up!" Donkey wasn't armed or anything, so he just pointed at the lady. After a moment, his expression softened. "Oops, my mistake mam. You can be on your way now." Donkey knelt back down and returned to scouting the street. His efforts were short lived as a cord like device was lasso'd around his throat with great precision. "I don't know how you saw through my disguise, but there's no choice now but to silence you! I'll never hand over the paint" Donkey was more surprised than anything. He hadn't expected the old woman to actually be a paint goon. Grasping out for help, Donkey began sputtering. "Hossshpiiiii shhpleassshhh shelpsh me-csssttt." |
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| Hideo | Nov 16 2014, 02:31 AM Post #17 |
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Mr Hoshi? He was pretty sure that was not one of the names that was given to donkey but he wasn't far off by saying that it was just a part of his name or anything and at least this time around it was actually not as far off as the idiotic nicknames that he got plastered with before. The important issue here was the fact that he claimed for him to have spiky shark toes. "Do you see any spikes on me? Why would my toes have them?" He said while pinching the bridge of his nose. No, he was falling for the idiocy by answering him, he was better off just staying silent and not bothering. Nodding along, he followed the marine to the streets and made his way along the street, looking for any sort of suspicious movements. Well, suspicious movements outside of those of Donkey as he tucked and rolled all over the place and made weird hand signals for him to follow. If it weren't for the fact that they knew each other (ugh) then he probably would have suspected him from the start. There was no way this guy could be serious though, and instead of playing along with the childish game he decided to ignore him and try to gather some information on his own, walking over to a small shop on the street and trying to talk to the owner. If anything he figured being up front and genuine with some of the average town folk without making a huge spectacle would be the best bet for him as these were the folks that worked the streets on a regular basis so if conditions were really getting bad with the paint gang on this island then they would definitely be the first to notice. The only thing the fishman would have to worry about was the possibility of them being too frightened to spill crucial information on what was going on. Just as he was beginning to make a bit of headway though he heard commotion coming from the streets and saw Donkey under attack by a strange woman as he yelled for his name. There was no way that he had actually found one of those criminals in the middle of day by pure luck, which meant that he had clearly done something offend the woman, probably asking her to see her panties or some delinquent act such as that. Was he really going to have to babysit a so called special agent? "Please excuse me for a moment..." He said to the shop owner as he began to walk away, what he wouldn't notice of course was the shop owner also slinking away from his stand at the same time as it was clear he knew something that Amezoku didn't concerning this woman. Stepping to the woman, the shark man gently put one of his burly hands on her in order to separate her from the struggling Donkey, using his superior strength to put the two apart before speaking. "I am so sorry Ms. My friend here is just suffering from a bit of brain damage after-" His voice was cut off as the woman threw a haymaker towards his face which the fishman took head on without so much as flinching. Just how angry did Donkey make this woman for her to go and strike and officer like this? |
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| Leens | Nov 16 2014, 02:35 AM Post #18 |
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"Any time now...any time.." It felt like an eternity that he laid there, when it was really just like, a minute. Maybe not even an entire minute, but Gary was getting bored. He was a white blob on an even whiter and blotchy ground, so it wasn't as though Gary risked being discovered. Quite the opposite really; Gary could probably lay down and take a nap and likely not be noticed. Not that he had any intention of sleeping in puddles of primer. "Hm." Had Donkey and shark-guy gotten lost? Was it all up to Gary to save the day and find the ringleader of the dockside operations? There was only one way to find out. He waited another thirty seconds, and when there was no discernible shift change or distraction coming, Gary moved into action. He continued his literal spider crawl across the wet dockside ground, bringing one arm behind him to grab the bat. It took a bit of patience, but eventually it got to a point where there was only one guy near the window on the side of the building Gary wanted to make egress. So he steadied up into a crouch, building up speed as he stood and turned to a full sprint. Hey there!" Gary called to the man just loud enough to be heard over the rain, and the man reacted rather slowly to the taunt. Gary brought the bat up to his side and leaned back with his shoulder, then let fly a real home-run swing. The bat made an audible cracking sound as it split in half across the side of the man's head, and the top half flew around his skull. It didn't break off completely, and a cursory inspection showed that the top was hanging on by a few choice splinters of wood. Still, it was worthless now. Gary tossed the weapon aside and quickly rifled through the unconscious thug's coat, finding a small knife and a pistol. Gary only grabbed the knife and scurried his way up the warehouse wall and to the window, which he carefully opened and crawled through. He could feel every set of feet in the room, some moving around and opening and sorting boxes. Gary sensed a particularly loud voice across the room, inside an office on the ground floor. That was probably his guy. |
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| K1ngIsBack | Nov 17 2014, 04:02 AM Post #19 |
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While Donkey was genuinely sort of struggling with an evil old lady goon, Hoshi came over and accused Donkey of wronging her. Sure, he had yelled in her face, but she really was a bad guy attacking a marine. How could he just overlook that a comrade in arms was getting beat up? It was... it was just so hurtful. Donkey felt a tear forming in the corner of his eye as he continued to be bound by... bound? Donkey blinked a few time, eliminating the tear in the process. "Shchoh chsseah." Donkey's face elongated, and his legs grew longer and sleeker. His arms grew in length and his torso became thicker, his eyes becoming equine in nature. Now in his hybrid form, Donkey simply slid free from the binding. Weak materials like that simply weren't able to keep hold of him. Donkey smirked, but he felt hurt inside. He may have easily escaped the sinister clutches of a paint goon, but he was still suffering from the emotional hurt of his companion's lack of trust. Donkey turned towards Hoshi, ignoring the old lady who was staring wide eyed at the being in front of her who had effortlessly escaped her bonds. "I expected more from you..." Donkey shook his head forlornly. Turning from the two of them, Donkey lowered his head and brought up a hand to cover his eyes. His lower lip was quivering. "I just... I just wanted you to like me so I was trying really hard. I even found this paint goon here. This lady even admitted to it... Sure, I may be dumb sometimes, and I'm not always the brightest stick in the mud, but I'm no criminal. I'm a marine and I'm proud of it. For you to just assumed I had done something wrong to her... It's like a jab to my soul. I saw you as a cool and strong senpai of sorts, but now... you're just a jaded old man. I really thought you were better than this." Donkey face both of them once more, his focus on the old lady. She was still just absolutely bewildered. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. Donkey reached forward and closed her mouth for her. "You're a paint goon, you basically said it yourself. I want you to go and call out your buddies. I'm challenging them all to a fight." She opened her mouth to protest, but Donkey shushed her. "Won't it be more fun and easy to take me down with a squad of goons? Right now me and my friend here outnumber you." The lady thought for a moment, then smirked. Reaching down, she picked up her dog, revealing a wheel that it had been rolling forward on. It wasn't actually a dog at all. She flipped its head where a small mouth piece was that she began talking into. "We got some marines down here causing trouble. Get the guys out here." She was now wearing a wicked smile as she stared down Donkey. "You shouldn't be so cocky, brat. You're going to regret that." |
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| Hideo | Nov 17 2014, 11:40 PM Post #20 |
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In the middle of holding the two of them apart something incredibly weird began to take place. He could feel the marine's form beginning to change and shift while his hands were on him as he became something that was no longer human. Turning his head and looking upon Donkey with eyes wide open he could now see what appeared to be a horse standing in his place. In a normal situation the marine would have just believed it to be a regular horse zoan, but no this was pretty damn weird considering the fact that the marines had six legs and such. "What in the..." He began to mutter but stopped as the horse spoke with the voice of the special agent he had been holding a moment ago. Yeah, there was no doubt this was Donkey and now that he thought about it his strange name made a lot more sense...almost anyway. A donkey wasn't quite a horse but close enough for this situation. "Expected more?" The Lieutenant Commander could do nothing more than echo his statement as he was honestly quite lost at the moment but he was certain he'd be getting an earful soon enough. And just as he suspected it was now that Donkey began to spill his heart out in the open for all to hear and truth be told, it was a bit more than he had expected. He was still sort of skeptical even until the woman lifted the dog up like a walkie talkie and began to call in her reinforcements. Well damn, now who was the ass here? Him or a guy literally called Donkey. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the guy was right and he had wrongly accused him of doing something stupid, but who could blame him? The sharkman grit his teeth and was prepared to formally apologize for what he had done, but now wasn't really a good time. It seemed that the rest of the paint goons were a lot more nearby than they thought and were immediately on the scene in a group of at least fifteen or so men with even more of them showing up on the scene by the moment. Damn, having to fight in the middle of the street like this would be a pain especially with so many civilians around, but he'd be sure no harm came to the innocent people of Gesso Island, no need to get them caught up in this feud. Fortunately, it seemed that this wasn't the first time the paint goons started causing trouble in the neighborhood and most of the town folk had already packed up and run home. Good, then he could cut back at least a little. "We'll talk about this later. let's take care of this first. These guys are just a bunch of thugs anyway." He had used his haki in order to get a general idea of strength levels in the area and none of these folks really seemed to stand out as far as he could tell. "Show me your strength special agent!" He called enthusiastically while avoiding a baseball bat coming for his head followed by a shank for his gut. The next poor sod to approach the fishman however wasn't so lucky as his attack was stopped mid charge as the shark man smashed him with a rib shattering punch. |
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| Leens | Nov 18 2014, 06:29 AM Post #21 |
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Gary felt it, and only because of that could he hear it. The shaky sound of a transmission device, or sound from speakers. It was a call in the office of the warehouse, and immediately following it there was a bellowing. A loud voice rang out and permeated the building, a harsh tone with a commanding aura. "We got some dogs not too far from here outside, trying to sniff us out! Go take care of em boys!" Immediately after the announcement a huge man left the office, at least seven feet tall. He had to duck under the doorway, and his bulk seemed to knock things over as he lumbered through the warehouse. "Oh?" It seemed Gary had been lucky. The man he was looking for, the man owning the leading tone, was probably this huge dude. I mean, who else could it possibly be? Gary moved a hand to his hip, as though to draw a blade, but he frowned when he grasped at air. The assassin was suddenly reminded that he had not yet received his care package from his parents. Wasn't rich people mail supposed to be top priority? "Bah, at least I got these." His grin widened to show the pair of deadly fangs his transformation allowed, and Gary crept into action. Skittering along to the floor of the warehouse and then onto a particularly large shipping crate, he began jumping across the tops of boxes. Gang members were flooding to the front of the building, but it didn't matter if one or two saw him. Gary was fast normally, but even moreso when his devil fruit was active. He was above the hulking man, just as a goon called out the disturbance of an intruder. Gary didn't take time to straighten or plan. He pounced down onto his target just as the person turned his head, eyes wide with surprise. "Oh my gosh!" The voice that came from the large guy was only describable as a squeak, more like a diminutive creature than a huge specimen like this. The voice was so feeble in fact that Gary could barely hear above the rushing blood in his ears or the shouting from black market mooks. It didn't matter though, because the huge guy brought his hands up to defend himself, and Gary wasn't about to just let him off scot-free. Gary pride the beefy dude's hands away from his shoulders with those freaky spider legs, then used his two human arms to latch onto the guy's shoulders. Then he sank his fangs into the guy, releasing a gnarly dose of venom and ripping away a chunk of flesh. Gary's standard MO. But this guy was big; he'd probably live. He fell over with a loud thud while clutching at his neck, wide eyed and scared. He squealed out a quiet plea, but all Gary heard was -orry Boss.." Like a mouse. It was then that Gary heard the thundering voice to his side, and his head swiveled real slow to assess. "You little shit, hurtin' my brother like that! You'll pay!" The deep and authoritative tone, like chocolate thunder, pounded through the ground and shook Gary's spider senses. The owner stood twenty feet from Gary, surrounded by three other mean lookin' dudes. He was about four feet tall and balding, with a really shitty combover. He wore glasses that were almost too large for his anything-but-spherical head, and he had a bushy mustache that made his nose seem like a long ugly faucet. His cheeks were red and pock marked, and his chin seemed to be inverted. Or it just didn't exist. This guy's arms and legs, and even torso, seemed to be like noodles. That is, they were scrawny and unimposing in the greatest sense. So this was the lieutenant? |
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| K1ngIsBack | Nov 18 2014, 10:40 PM Post #22 |
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"Strength? Hah. I won't show you anything like that. My territory..." Donkey's voice trailed off for a moment. His body began to ripple as his organs and muscular structure were redistributed. His arms became even sleeker than they were in his hybrid form, being reduced to the thickness of his skin and bones. His torso was thin near the top, the pulsating of his heart clearly visible through his skin with no muscle to hide it. His abdomen formed an A shape as his waist and thighs became thicker and more powerful looking. His calves bulged and all the veins on his legs were popping out as most of the blood in his body was forced into his lower extremities. He was of course utilizing his life return powers to increase his speed, causing his endurance to drastically drop. Once his form had changed, he began to kneel down, lowering his body weight to shift his center of gravity. His eye level was only 3 feet above the ground, and his long muscular legs were strained from the odd position. He was taking a stance entirely focused on increasing his speed. Because of the reckless posture, the blood flow to everywhere but his legs was distorted, causing his endurance to drop even further. This was his fastest possible form. "Speed." With his body now ready to enter the fray, Donkey initiated combat the only way he knew how; by moving really really fast. His body blurred out of the visible spectrum as he took off from a sprinting posture. He was targeting the closest goon who was wielding a can of spray paint and a lighter. Was he trying to ignite someone? How crude. Either way, it made no difference. Donkey moved like a bullet, circling the man in an instant while leaning outwards, but his motion didn't stop there. Like flowing water, he curled around towards the next unsuspecting thug. This guy was larger and used no weapons. He was most likely confident in his hand to hand skills. Sadly, you can't fight what you can't touch. Donkey circled around this one in a similar manner to the first, but he angled his body so that he was leaning towards the ground. Finally, Donkey moved his sights to a third man who had mini crossbows in each hand. Loaded into them were paintbrushes with oddly sharp seeming points. Donkey performed a final circle around the man, continuing his bullet speed movement. This time, his back stayed perfectly straight as he went around the guy. He then dug his heels in and skidded to a halt on the other side of the battlefield. All the attacks seemed to occur simultaneously as Donkey was moving at such a tremendous speed that the men didn't even see him. The first man was launched into the air with a yelp, taken by complete surprise. The second burly man collapsed to the ground with a surprising impact as if he was thrown down. The third was simply spinning where he stood like a top. "I call that the Up-Down-Turnaround." Donkey was standing in a cheesy pose with his chin held high. He had never appeared so self indulged than he did at that very moment, but it was all Hoshi's fault. He had demeaned Donkey to the point where Donkey felt he had to prove himself. So Donkey went full throttle and threw himself into the embarrassing mess he was in now. A small side effect was that he was completely winded from the series of movements, but he made sure to hide his exhaustion. "Your turn Hoshi. Let's see how manly you really are." |
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| Hideo | Nov 19 2014, 01:43 AM Post #23 |
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Unfortunately, Amezoku missed out on the transformation of Donkey from this weird horse hybrid thing to a weird horse hybrid with an almost sickly appearance and bulging muscular legs. Actually, on second thought perhaps he would have been better off not seeing that sort of thing. Either way, he had been a bit too preoccupied in knocking the heads of the criminals who had decided to attack them. These guys must have been feeling pretty full of themselves to try and attack a pair of marines in broad day light like this but perhaps that was just a testament to how far this island had fallen to the so called paint goons. They surely had the numbrs advantage but that meant about as much as a human being walking into a swarm of gnats that were buzzing in the air. A sword strike came his way and the fishman's hand became a glossy black in color as he punched the blade in half and continued the strike forward with enough might to smash the man's collarbone. It was almost unfortunate for these men, after all the fishman had just come from an island where he literally spent two days fighting off wild dinosaurs in the jungle, that being said what kind of chance did they have? Looking over to Donkey to see how he was doing and making sure the guy wasn't getting jumped Amezoku managed to catch sight of him just before he dashed forward, his eyes only being able to make out a blur that moved from one side of the battlefield to the next with speed so incredible that even he couldn't be sure of what just happened. The only thing that clued him into the fact that the marine had even done anything beside just teleport from one point to the next was seeing what had happened to the goons, one man spinning in place, another slamming into the ground, and lastly a man who had been seemingly tossed into the air, all of these things having happened at once. "Woah... That was about all he could get out through his awe. He had honestly not been expecting Donkey to be quite this powerful or skilled. Perhaps he was a bit more fitting of that secret agent title. Even if he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed he had the skill and strength to back it up. That was another instance of Donkey proving his first impressions wrong. The marine activated the water dials attached to his hands and drenched his fists. He was interested in seeing what else the special agent had up his sleeves. Moving in on the spinning man he placed a knee into his gut that caused him to double over in pain before grabbing him by the face with a drenched webbed hand as well as grabbing the man who had been sent flying by the head as well in the middle of his return trip to the earth. Two enemies in hand he spun around and threw them both in the direction of donkey with all of his might, propelling them forward by also launching the water he had covered his hands with. Just then there was the appearance of a rifle as a gunshot was taken at him and the fishman skillfully weaved to the side in order to avoid eating a bullet. Geez, still so many nuisances that had decided to swarm the area. |
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| Leens | Nov 19 2014, 06:00 PM Post #24 |
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"Don't you know?" Gary's voice trailed off as he took a fighting stance, feeling really underwhelmed by his lack of weapons. He readied that little knife that he'd stolen earlier, the blade pointing away from his hand. It wasn't ideal, but Gary had killed with less before. "Crime doesn't pay!" His smile grew to explosive levels, obviously pleased with his retort. But the criminals didn't feel the same. The ugly middle-aged lieutenant frowned, then slowly turned to look to each of his lackeys in turn. What followed was the most hideous, booming laughter that Gary had ever heard, as the small man belted out a sound like was comparable to a ton of logs falling on a pile of sheet metal. They had obviously not liked Gary's pun. "Take care of this joker while I go suit up!" The man charged down through the maze of boxes, and Gary could feel his tiny footsteps tapping across the warehouse floor. He could easily dump up onto the boxes and give chase, but he didn't feel entirely threatened by the boss anyway. So he slowly removed his coat, letting the eight chitinous legs spread out. They flexed experimentally, and Gary could see the horror from the men's faces. They probably hadn't been expecting a spider monster to show up. "Heh, not so funny anymore huh." Gary chuckled and raised the dagger, then crawled up onto a nearby shipping crate and leaped across to the trio. He grappled with one, his eight legs splaying out to either side and pushing away the other to men while Gary set to carving the important bits from his opponent. A few jabs in the stomach, making a point to hit nothing vital (because Donkey wasn't so keen on killing). Then he carved away a piece of the man's shoulder, probably maiming him for life. Then he jumped off the body and backed up, noting that the other two men had conquered their fear and drawn weapons to fight back. But Gary wasn't too worried. |
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| K1ngIsBack | Nov 19 2014, 11:41 PM Post #25 |
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Donkey was actually having trouble following the guys as Hoshi handled them with ease. The three men Donkey had moved around were quickly gathered together and launched back towards him. They came quite quickly so he needed to divert their trajectory. Donkey dashed towards them to meet them head on, but he side stepped them at an absurd pace. The suction from his movement yanked them to the side and they skidded along the ground in a manner which made Donkey's skin crawl. He hated rug burn, so he couldn't possibly imagine how street burn felt. The other thing that bothered him was the fact that these men were tossed at him. "Hey Hoshi! Watch where you throw the trash, I don't want to get dirty..." Donkey brushed of his thick mutated thighs and scoffed. As he bent down to do so, a boomerang whizzed over his head, splattering blue paint everywhere. It dripped all over him, and the street before embedding itself into a building's wall. "Oh come on! Not only was that dangerous as hell, that's fricken messy!" In a huff, and partially drunk on power because of how strong Hoshi was, Donkey puffed out his chest and started walking towards some goons. Apparently, his confidence was a red flag. The men took steps back, eyes slowly widening as he went. His smile grew, revealing weird ass horse teeth, his eyes glistening with an inhuman hue. "I'm coming for you~" The men had their heads facing Donkey, but they were now running in the opposite direction. There were four of them in the small cluster. With a blur, and a loud booming noise, Donkey vanished from sight. He was using one of the inherent powers of his fruit to move a distance near instantly. His target was in front of the men in the direction they were running. They didn't even know he was there because they were still facing the other direction. "Boo!" Donkey held out his hands in surprise, but only one of the guys reacted fast enough to turn and see him. Donkey wasn't planning on giving them enough time to act. He quickly performed four bullet speed movements, one targeting each guy. He moved straight towards them, stopping just in front of each one, sending a tremendous amount of wind pressure knocking them on their asses. Donkey placed his hands on his hips and began speaking. "Sit. You guys are in timeout. If you decline this opportunity to not get hurt, I will end you. As you haven't attacked me yet, after we take out your bosses, I will simply let you go. Don't make me treat you like a criminal though, you'll regret it." |
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| Hideo | Nov 20 2014, 01:43 AM Post #26 |
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Donkey didn't fail to impress as he used the power of his incredible speed to his advantage and disposed of the men one after another. Perhaps the fishman could learn a thing or two from the zoan man, although being a medical officer himself, Ame didn't really like the look of those strange tumorous legs of his but it seemed to be a part of his skill set. Turning his attention all of the criminals though he couldn't help but feel as if there were still way too many of these men and that they were wasting time. Their best bet for the time being was to just take them out and hurry to take care of whomever was in charge. The street they were on wasn't too large and considering the men were clustered up so close together due to the fact that they wanted to smash the marines heads in, Ame figured right about now was a perfect time to use a certain technique. The street had been all but deserted due to the fight anyway. Charging ahead, he used his own body as a mobile bludgeon and simply slammed through any of the men that tried to get into his way before skidding to stop and watching them try to move towards him. "Saaameeee...." He began as water began to flood out of the two dials on his hands by the gallons and he kept it all relatively clumped together into one ball by swirling his hands around and pushing and pulling the stuff as if it were actually there, forcing the liquid to conform to the shape wished it to. Donkey was quick enough to avoid this sort of thing so long as he warned the marine before hand. It was about this time though that the men began to notice what was going on. "Haaameee..." The globe of water that had been forming was beginning to mix with the paint that was falling from the sky, giving it a strange white color and giving the attack even more mass than it already had, by this point the globe of water itself being almost larger than the seven and a half foot tall fishman that was forming it. "Look out, special agent." He called over to donkey, last thing he wanted to do was to catch an ally in this. "Ha!" He finished the attack, letting loose the water in one continuous stream almost as if a geyser had erupted from the palms of his webbed hands. The poor paint goons never saw it coming as a wave of white was immediately upon them and they were blasted away by the marine's strength. The attack itself had been more than enough to blast anyone dumb enough to be standing in front of him and carry them down the street where they slammed into the side of a brick wall and splattered there almost like a bug on the windshield, except without the guts and the mess to clean up afterwards, oh and of course the death. Amezoku had toned down the force of the attack to be sure they were just sent blasting through the brick building though. He didn't really make enough salary to cover unnecessary property damage. "Alright. That's that." he said while clapping the water away from his hands in a sign of a job well done. From what he could see it seemed that most if not all of the goons had been wiped out in that hose down. |
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| Leens | Nov 20 2014, 05:44 AM Post #27 |
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Gary eyed the two men who barred his way, noting their sweaty faces and nervously shifting eyes. They definitely weren't looking forward to throwing down with a half-spider person, especially after Gary had kind of brutalized their associate. This was pretty common for the assassin, and as he took a single step forward they both took a single step back. Fear was just as useful a weapon as any dagger or sword. As much as he would like to take his time however, there was the issue of the lieutenant and him leaving to "suit up". So Gary had a bit of urgency, and he took a few more steps forward. He let out a thin trail of web from his left hand while keeping his dagger poised in the right, then let it sit on the floor next to him. "Any day now boys." Gary wasn't exactly the best at taunting, but it seemed to work well enough. Both men charged at Gary, and he whipped up a sizeable amount of web in front of himself before somersaulting over the pair. With a flourish and a bit of help from his spider legs, Gary had the two men ensnared in the unbreakable spider thread. One guy was wrapped around the torso, and the other guy's arm was stuck to it. Gary was pulling it taut and sticking it to a crate, leaving them struggling to get free. Then he moved on towards the office, noting an odd shaking. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Gary to make it there, but what he saw was hard to explain. The metal of the building rattled and shuddered, and Gary could feel reverberations all throughout the concrete floor. The door to the office fell of and the walls around it collapsed, but something huge pushed through the debris. "All hands to the warehouse floor! We've got a bug to squash!" The already gigantic voice boomed throughout the warehouse through some kind of PA system, and Gary could feel a number of footsteps towards the warehouse entrance. He was more concerned with his front though. Before Gary stood a contraption, vaguely human in shape. Made of metal and standing at least sixteen feet tall, it had arms like big metal gloves and legs with feet made more for stability than anything else. Gary could see the ugly face of the black market lieutenant behind a thick glass pane. "Oh..damn." Gary didn't have any more time to complain, as the left hand of the mecha had turned into some kind of cannon or hose and sprayed what must have been gallons of a sludge-like substance. Gary dodged out of the way and tried to take cover behind a crate, but was warned away by the telltale sound of something dangerous. He jumped up just in time to escape the stream, looking back to see that the crate had dissolved completely. The wood itself had been reduced to a sort of goop by the spray, and Gary could smell the strong scent of pain in the room now. "Acidic paint? What the hell?.." Gary began gathering web in his hands and wrapping it around the ends of his spider limbs, ready to be used as he needed it. His web probably couldn't withstand the acid, but he could certainly tie up the machine. He didn't really get any time to attack however, because there was already a fresh stream of acid being hosed at him. Gary kept running, dodging and weaving across the warehouse floor, desperately trying not to be reduced to a pool of human. He was going to need a distraction if he wanted to take this guy out.. |
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| K1ngIsBack | Nov 20 2014, 10:58 AM Post #28 |
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"Huh... look out special agent?" Donkey had been occupied with disciplining the goons when Hoshi had shouted out to him. He was thoroughly unprepared for what was coming. The fishman was manipulating a massive sphere of undulating water and paint, and it was clearly an attack. Just seeing it made Donkey weak in the knees, but he knew what he had to do. "Sorry fellas, he might actually kill you." Bowing his head slightly to the doomed mooks, Donkey stepped up as if he was posing, but his foot made contact with the air. He pressed down and it supported his weight. His other leg swung up and did the same, and Donkey was seemingly walking in the air. Well, running in the air. He was stepping higher and higher, as if he was climbing a spiral staircase into the sky. He wanted to be certain he didn't get hit by this monster of an attack. He knew the water would weaken him, and there was so much of it. He wasn't certain he could even survive a blow like that. As he reached about midway up the height of the surrounding buildings, Donkey heard a woosh as a ton of water flowed just below him. He was moving in the air a foot or two above the blast. "What did I say about throw.... Never mind. At least you warned me this time." Donkey started to descend towards the ground, slowing his pace a bit. He dropped with a slight plop into a puddle. The area around them was pretty wild at the moment. Tons of the white primer was washed away, revealing the actual colors of the street and surrounding buildings. Mostly bland, and the white was soaked into much of it, but it was pretty cool looking to see the white streaks trailing in the water. Something dangling on a stores sign caught Donkey's attention. He walked over, standing beneath the foreign object resting in an odd place. It was the old lady from earlier, she was rather dazed, and her fake dog was hanging down around Donkey's eye level. "How you doing up there?" Donkey chuckled, but his amusement was interrupted by a deep voice. It was coming from the transceiver in the dogs head. It appeared to be the boss of these goons as the old lady perked up as soon as she heard it. "Oh, a bug to squash on the warehouse floor? That sounds... interesting. Why don't you show us the way?" Donkey gave the leash a solid tug, and the granny fell down to his arms with a squeal. "Upsy daisy!" Donkey flipped her and placed her on her feet. He waved his hands forward as if to mush her on her way. She started to lead them down the streets. Donkey just hoped the bug to be squashed was Gary. |
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| Hideo | Nov 21 2014, 11:20 AM Post #29 |
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As the the torrent of water burst forth and paved the street with unconscious thugs, Ame could see Donkey running across the air to avoid being hit as well. He did appear to be a fruit user after all so it was in his best interest to be as far away as possible from this level of water. The fishman was more so impressed by the fact that he had such mastery of the Geppou technique. He did say he was a special agent after all so perhaps Donkey was really a Cipher Pol operative. "Don't you get an attitude with me. I gave you plenty of time to get out of the way." He growled back even though the horseman had already rescinded. Either way, it seemed that both of them had managed to catch on to the little dog receiver thing at the same time and approached it in order to get an idea for what was going on, but that was about all they got from it. Talk of a bug that needed to be squashed. Ame assumed the bug was likely Gary, but not for any of the same reasons as Donkey of course. "Yes, please show us the way, and don't try anything stupid." He echoed the special agent while picking his teeth. Perhaps he kind of overdid the teeth as an intimidation method especially when he had just knocked out about twenty mooks in one go, but hey, it worked. With the woman leading their way, the group began to make haste down to the docks of the island and soon enough were standing just outside of the warehouse where Gary was located. It seemed to be the place anyway. From the outside Ame had used his observation Haki and could recognize the same aura that he felt from Donkey's partner when they met earlier. Of course there were also several auras inside that felt to be hostile. "Thank you for your cooperation." He spoke to the woman in a kind tone before giving her a light strike to the back of the head, causing her to slip from consciousness and fall forward. Of course the marine grabbed her before that could happen and gently placed her on the ground. The woman was still a criminal after all and they kind of needed to be sure she didn't try to run off while they took care of the remaining paint syndicate. With her out of the way now though he looked to Donkey in order to strategize. "How do you want to go about this, Kick?" |
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| Leens | Nov 21 2014, 11:40 PM Post #30 |
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"Oh man, that was a close one!" Gary twisted his body and threw himself upwards, barely maneuvering past the stream of destructive paint. He had to keep moving to avoid the weapon, but that wouldn't do forever. Sooner or later Gary would either get tired, or his friends would show up. Ideally Donkey and Hoshi would arrive. So he kept moving, trying desperately to find a solution. The thick looking glass pain was too much for Gary to just punch through, but perhaps there was something else? "At the very least, I could probably keep from getting sprayed by that cannon if I get in real close..." He was dead-set now, because otherwise he would probably just be plain dead. So Gary gathered a handful of web and sprinted forward, taking leaps over ruined puddles of shipping crates. He closed in on the lieutenant and came within the robot's range, taking great care to dodge a fresh stream of body-melting paint. Gary whipped his web forward and it stuck in a bundle to the machine's cockpit, but that probably wouldn't do much to blind it. Instead Gary began moving under the hose arm and to wrap the web around the thing's legs. "Hah! As if, nerd!" Gary could hear the mechanisms turning and metal shifting into place, and then he felt his web line go limp. A quick inspection showed that the line was separated. The other arm of the robot had folded out at the elbow joint into a third segmented part, creating a much more dexterous limb. The hand of it had taken shape like some kind of paint brush, but it was a wiry looking thing, like steel wire they used for brushing rust off of tools. There was tons of the stuff, and it sort of looked more like a big bushy broom made of wire than it did a paint brush, but the theme was all too apparent to Gary. "Oh crap-" In a hurry he dropped his leftover web and rolled down to the floor, avoiding a swipe of the machine which had turned a nearby crate into an explosion of wood splinters. He didn't get much reprieve however, as he had to scurry away from the acid hose all over again. Gary assessed his surroundings and seemed less than happy with the fighting area, as he was quickly losing all of his cover. The man looked up to the catwalk above him, and knowing he had to do something to escape the paint brush blade, he climbed one of the last nearby crates and jumped to the upper railing, scrambling over and immediately sprinting across it to avoid another deadly spray of acid. The robot was facing away from the open doors of the warehouse, and he was still in dire need of a way to get the lieutenant's attention away from himself. |
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