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Giving Up the Gun
Topic Started: Nov 16 2014, 09:03 PM (483 Views)
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Akiyama, a rough-looking and nearly ten foot tall Birkan male, stared down at a man nearly half his height. It was not a glare or anything offensive. It was an honestly genuine and curious look without any indecorous undertones that the man usually carried. "Uhh. I'm alright, Tex. Thanks for the offer." Akiyama began to step past the man but two men blocking the entrance to the gate stood in his way. They both cocked their shotguns, forcing Akiyama to step back with his hands held up to show his compliance. "It's'a law for you to have this, sir." The man whose offer he refused earlier was holding up a pistol with the handle of the gun toward the taller Akiyama. "Akayaka!" The Birkan took the gun after his laughing calmed down. "Ya'll'd shoot me for not taking a gun? JEEZ LOUISE! Akayaka!"

Placing the gun nozzle first down the back of his cargo shorts, the green-haired Birkan sauntered past the two guards that quickly separated. The tall male let out another hearty laugh as he shook his head and continued on about is way. Akiyama looked left and then right. Before him was a town full of log houses and other establishments made of logs and wood in general. There were two things that the man did not ever want to go more than thirty-six hours without: alcohol and a woman's personal company. An empty flask was nestled in his pocket and had been in such a sorry state for well over twenty-four hours, which was cutting it too close for his taste. The ride on the crappy boat to the island was just him and a few dirty old men. No women to speak of since leaving the last island he was on nearly forty-eight hours prior.

The cold metal tickled the vagrant's bum as he moved through the pathways of the small Boomtown. He had been too occupied to learn the name of wherever the fuck he was at; Akiyama was aware that he was on Wild Wild West but anything other than that was peanuts and info he did not need. What he did need to find was a bar. A bar or a brothel. A two-in-one establishment would just be the bees knees, but wasn't necessary. He had passed two general stores, three butcher shops and a gun shop. The Birkan was beginning to think that he would never cross a place to satiate his vices. The two pieces that made up his spear, Allocer, were strapped to his sides in belt loops. He often rubbed his spear for good luck when feeling frustrated about something to receive luck from the god of the winds himself.

"WATCH OUT!" Akiyama turned his head to where the sound came from. Another man with a ten gallon hat was speeding toward the tall man on horseback. The Birkan scratched his chin hair lazily and turned his body slightly to face the approaching biological locomotive. The rider pulled on his horse to hit the breaks, causing the horse to come to a stop a few feet away from the green-haired man. The horse was brown and quite unremarkable in other ways, the same as the man who was also dressed in brown. Akiyama only noticed the hat because everyone seemed to have one. The tall male looked down at his own purple tank top and beige cargo shorts and scratched his tummy. "I stick out like a sore thumb in this stuff," he thought, being unaware of his unusual height.

"Hey, hey! Horse man! I'm sorry for the- please pardon my fucking obstruction of your path!" Akiyama mimed taking off a hat and curtsied to the man. "BRUH. I need to wet my whistle. Where do I go to get that done?" The man on the horse pointed his thumb behind him. "Straight over yonder. I just came from there myself! Fine alcohol, that place." A wide grin appeared on Akiyama's face and he began speed walking in the direction he was pointed in. He stopped abruptly as he was barely past the horse. "Hey! Horse guy- BRUH. I'm sorry, but I forgot to ask. I also need to wet my whistle. Where do I go to get that done?" The man on horseback seemed confused. "I just told you where-" Akiyama jumped for joy. Literally. Feet touching back to the ground, he beamed at the man and scratched his crotch expectantly. "A TWO-FOR-ONE?! ALLOCER BE PRAISED! You made my day man. Anything you need, I got your back. You da man'!"

Turning back around, Akiyama continued on his path to get his whistles wet.
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A thick stench penetrated every inch of the ship. Bugsie had repeatedly tried to find relief in various crevices and nooks below deck, but it was no use. She reminded herself for the millionth time that day to never hitch another ride with cows. Bugsie was dying for some fresh air, but going above deck was too risky, she hadn’t exactly asked permission before sneaking on board. Although, it wasn’t like she had much of a choice, the locals at the last island she had stayed at were no longer buying her “authentic aboriginal animal carvings”. I mean sure, a few pieces of driftwood carved out in an hour didn’t exactly qualify as genuine, but my handiwork is solid. Those ugly townies should be grateful they got a chance to buy my art.

Bugsie surveyed her fellow passengers; a particularly fat cow was doing something unsavory forcing her to seek greener pastures. She ran frantically down the side of the cabin searching for an overlooked window, but to no avail. She couldn’t take it anymore; she flung open the nearest door and prayed that no legitimate passengers were waiting inside. Once inside a new offensive smell greeted the child, she had apparently managed to find what passed around here for a bathroom. A small window was perched above a poorly maintained toilet, it took a few tries but a Bugsie managed to climb over the offending object and reach the window. An island was visible less than a mile out, a long straight shore line enticing Bugsie to make a break for her freedom. A few booming voices became audible on the other side of the door, some of the crew members must be making their way downstairs to prepare the cattle for unloading. There was little room for alternatives now, Bugsie watched the distant shore inch closer as the men got louder, she was going to have to jump otherwise she risked getting caught.

The window frame was small, but it proved to be no obstacle for Bugsie’s small body. She managed to slowly climb out the window and with her feet precariously holding onto the frame she leaned back against the hull of the ship. She tried to steel her resolve, the boat couldn’t be more than half mile out from shore now, but the water looked so deep… suddenly she heard wooden door to the bathroom bang against the wall and a man shouting, there was no more time; she pushed herself off and plunged into the water below.

The water was cold, but not freezing. The sun beating down overhead made the swim almost pleasant, and once getting a few meters from the shoreline Bugsie allowed herself to relax and let the gentle tides carry her in the remaining distance. Bugsie didn’t see anyone waiting on the shore, but a town was visible in the distance, by the time she reached civilization she was covered in dirt and the stench of her ship-mates (aka the cows) still clung to her tiny body. She needed to wash up, no one was going to buy trinkets off of her as long as she looked this disgusting. The town looked like something out of a history book, everything slow moving and coated in dust. A watering trough was visible not far off and Bugsie took the liberty of giving herself a quick bath, completely oblivious to the multiple stink-eyes being shot in her direction.

Once “clean” she pulled out some of her recent carvings, pleased to discover one vaguely reminiscent of a cow. Bugsie had to admit the people around town didn’t seem like they would be easy sells. Then suddenly a stroke of good luck caused her to notice an excessively tall man in strange clothing, or strange at least by this towns standards. It was decided instantly, this man must be tourist, and nothing was better for business than a tourist. Bugsie carved a few more details into her “cow” before chasing down the stranger, but before she could propose a transaction he slipped into a near-by saloon. Bugsie puffed out her chest and walked straight through the front door, hoping her confidence would mask her obvious youthful features, but the owner wasn’t having any of Bugsie’s shenanigans. After being kicked to the curb Bugsie sat outside sulking, there was little left to do aside from waiting for that man to come back out or another opportunity to walk by.
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Akiyama bobbed his head back and forth as his favorite song coursed through his mind. Finally happening upon the tavern that he was directed to, his mouth began secreting a thin saliva as he imagined the drinks he'd consume and the winks he'd have with the ladies. When he finally reached the bar, his salivating transformed into an almost dry-heave, as if what was inside would be the miracle cure to his thirst. Before walking in, having his hand placed on one of the swinging doors, the tall Birkan looked around. It was a habit that he had formed ever since one of the places he took pleasure in patronizing had gotten raided. With no sight of any coppers or anyone suspicious he went on ahead inside.

The establishment was not as lively as the man thought that it would be. Not only that, but there was like... "Zero, zero, zero, zero... ZERO!" Exactly zero women resided within the bar at the moment he entered through. Bowing his head, the green-haired man whipped his head around to where he assumed that the horse guy had ridden off toward. "You fuckin' liar!" The man grit his teeth for a second before quickly moving over towards the counter and taking a seat after putting two chairs together to house his weight and stature. "Yo! Keep! Gimme some gin or something. I ain't particular about what poison I consume. Just make it strong! Also, gimme some soda- cola if you have it- separate, of course." The barkeep in his little suit vest and bow tie nodded and began preparing the drink. There was a moment where the man had turned to scold someone that had walked through, but it seemed they were already gone by the time Akiyma cared enough to take a gander.

"Why's everyone so tired?" Akiyama asked the barkeeper as he began to consume his alcoholic drink. All of the men around were slouched down in their chairs or leaning forward with their arms on the table. They looked how he usually did right after he did the deed, but there was no women around so that possibility was thrown out. "Dem boys jus' got home from defendin' grass earlier." The Birkan's eyebrows raised in surprise. Because he had no idea who the fuck would fight over grass. "Who the fuck would fight over grass?" he burst out loud with no forethougt about it or how the tired men would feel about it. "Akayakayaka!" He took two drinks, first the alcohol and then he chases it with cola. No one in the bar said anything, though there was a plethora of sighs and groans. "Listen 'ere, sonny," the bartender looked up at the huge Akiyama as he cleaned a glass. "The quality of the cattle on dis 'ere Island is outstandin'! Ranchers pay top dollar for folks to secure land for them- fight for them. Don't go lookin' down on anyone fighting over grass."

The towering man stood up from the counter and placed some money down on it. After throwing back the rest of his drinks and pulling the glasses from his face, a scheming smirk lingered. "That was the last of my money, I guess I'mma have to go out and fight for some grass and make some more." Akiyama turned and looked out over the room, seeing if anyone cared about what he had just spoken up on. There were a few glancing at him through their peripherals but none really seemed overly worried. "I guess no one wanted to have a barfight... How anticlimactic!!" The ruffian scratched his crotch, adjusted his pants and than began lazily sauntering toward the exit to leave the establishment.

Akiyama took about three steps before noticing something out of the corner of his eyes. As they usually did when something piqued the man's interest, his wings began beating quickly. They calmed down as he closed in on the object, realizing that he may have been making a fatal moral mistake with his gross intentions. Kneeling down near the target, whom he still towered over, he turned his head back and forth to the side like an owl. "Hey! Hey! You! You! You aren't a kid are ya? I don't want to be labeled some pervert or anything- well, I don't mind being labeled a perv but not in THIS way." Akiyama took a second to collect his thoughts. "Ya'all look like midgets to me so a lil' woman and lil' girl ain't no different! Akyaka! Nahmean?" Well they were a bit different as far as how he would interact with them went.

The pale-skinned, light-haired cutie was indeed a cutie, but the man needed to know what type of cutie she was. The oh baby type or the d'aww type. The man did his best to keep a positive face, but his positive face was one that showed a creepy, leering smile.
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The wait was almost unbearable. The thick smell of char and meat wafted down the streets working its way into Bugsie’s nose and forcing her stomach to cramp with hunger pains. It had been… 2 days now since she had eaten? She couldn’t quite recall, but there was no denying her craving for food. She was about to give up on the tourist and see if one of the locals might be willing to make a trade after all. She hopped down from the splintery barrel she had been resting on and stretched out yawning. Suddenly she could her commotion on the other side of the saloon doors. Some man was shouting about making money protecting grass?

Bugsie was no fighter, but even she was pretty sure some grass couldn’t be that hard to look over. This sounded like an easy meal-ticket and she wanted in. The man from earlier emerged from the darkened bar and looked Bugsie over before making a few choice comments. Bugsie was displeased with the man’s gruff demeanor, but she believed he was her free-ride to some easy money and didn’t want to sour the relationship so quickly. Donning a fake accent (naturally assuming she could pass as a native) she made her first stab at communication.

”Hey there mister, I’m no kind of “cutie” for you to be eyein’. Don’t worry about all that now though, I’m young, but I’m smart and you look real smart too mister. How abouts this, you seem like you’re interested in making some coin, well I am too, I think we could agree to enter into some sort of business arrangement don’t you?”

Bugsie paused her monologue to extend a dusty hand out to the man, flashing her award winning smile in an effort to sell the pitch. She probably didn’t bring much to the table, but he didn’t know that and she didn’t intend to let that information slip either.

”The name’s Bugsie, and I’d be happy to accompany you around these parts, might even be interested in helping you watch over that grass you were talkin’ about in there. Whaddaya say?”
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Akiyama raised an eyebrow when the lil girl he was eyeing responded. Sure, beings had variation in vocal depth and all that business, but she sounded rather young and any lingering "want" he may have had quickly disappeared. The ruffian had half a mind to stand up and walk away from the little girl, ignoring his handshake and any subsequent thing she may have said, but he could not deny that she was a fast-talking little girl that reminded him of a few slicksters that he'd encountered in the past. The flat lined lips of the man slowly peeled back and turned up, forming into a wide grin. "AKAYAKAYAKAYAKA!" The man struggled to move his arm and hand forward to meet the girl's in order to shake her hand.

"Sure girlie!" he responded to the first part of what she said before she introduced herself. Listening to her talk, he couldn't help but laugh at her name being Bugsie and her having antennae. "You're an awesome lil' Hume, Yaka!" The tall man stood up and took a series of breaths in order to relax his aching tummy that had spent far too much time laughing. He nodded his head and patted his tummy. "Sure, you can tag along if ya want... BUT!" The ruffian rubbed the the unkempt mustache upon his face and snorted. He kneeled back down again and leaned forward toward the girl. "... Ya gotta promise to keep being funny! Oh- And I'm Akiyama!"

Hopping back up from his kneeling position, Akiyama turned to begin his stride down the way. He had no idea where he was going but kept on regardless. Stopping in his tracks, scratching his chin and looking around he wondered where oh where could that little grass be. "Lil' Bug!" The tall Birkan continued scratching his chin, though he seemed nonchalant in facial expression about it yet adamant in the scratching itself. One might've thought of a dog scratching at fleas or some other vermin that it had attached to it. Why Akiyama was scratching could probably just be attributed to unkempt facial hair and maybe just overall poor hygiene. "You're from around here, right? Right? Where's that grass hiding?!"

Unbeknownst to the vagrant, his mouth had been salivating for quite some time. The smell of meat and charcoal was performing a tornado handicap tag team match on his senses. His mind, however much his primal urges wanted him to focus on the meat, was focused on the task at hand: finding grass, protecting the fuck out of that grass, and getting some mad money.
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Things were looking up for Bugsie, this guy had bought it! She was in on this grass protecting scheme. Everything was perfect, except for the fact that Bugsie had no idea where she was actually going to lead this man, a minor set back really. Well that, and there was the fact she knew nothing about this man aside from that he seemed to be a pervert, but these were not considerations that put Bugsie off. Hitching rides with Pirates on a regular basis will do away with any sense of prudence one might have. Still the small pool of drool forming just at the lip of Akiyama’s lip was enough to make her wonder just who she had teamed up with.

Unfazed by the sheer ridiculousness of the situation Bugsie pushed onwards, keeping up the charade that she had working knowledge of the island she was on. She began reciting improvised histories for the building they passed by, in an attempt to distract her new companion as they wandered blindly through the streets. She was certain if she could just keep him occupied long enough an opportunity would present itself. After a about 15 minutes of street winding Bugsie saw something promising, in the distance there was a decrepit wooden fence and a distinct smell was now over powering the delicious scent of meat from earlier.

That smell wasn’t one she would soon forget, she had been forced to endure it for days on her journey over here, there were cows behind that fence. Awful, smelly, wonderfully profitable cows. Bugsie cheerfully turned towards Akiyama and pointed at the cow pen, ”Lookie o’er there! There’s sum cows just o’er yonder, and where there’s cows, there’s grass.

Bugsie beamed with pride at having accomplished this feat. She now eagerly looked towards the tall man in tow behind her, fully expecting him to be equally impressed.
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The pair seemed to be going nowhere and quite fast according to terrible calculations. It was an annoyance but not anything that the man would consider 'suspicious'. His mind was not even on the journey itself, rather than the fighting and his reaping of the rewards. Thinking back on the men that were sitting around the bar, they didn't seem like much at all. A 'bunch of bitches', if you had to ask Akiyama. Scratching his chin with his lone index finger, he smiled up at the sky and began emanating an aura of self-arrogance as he thought about cutting down everyone in his way. Scratching his chin had finally alerted him to the trail of saliva that escaped his mouth and he quickly wiped it away to not look like a fool.

"Huh?!" The towering man looked down at his little cohort after she had said something to him. Following to where her finger was pointed, he spotted some cows grazing in the distance or doing whatever the fuck cows did in their free time when they weren't being delicious. She was leading the charge so he had to catch up with her a little bit. The man leaned to the side and held his hand out to give the child a 'good job' pat on the head. "Nice job, Lil' Bug!" After removing his hand from her head, he began sprinting forward toward the fence. The fence was actually quite tall for being something that was just simply for keeping cows in, or so Akiyama thought. About five feet in height, Akiyama couldn't simply step over it like he would a smaller fence. The white fence had four horizontal bars all at different heights, making it easy to climb over should any small lads needed to get over it.

"Hyup!" Akiyama took a short jump over the fence and continued onward toward the nearest cow. Once the black and white creature noticed the shadow looming over it, blocking it's warm sunlight, it looked up to see the large, winged man staring down at it perversely. Kneeling down, he petted the creature on its head, much like he had pet the girl that was leading him. "You're gonna make me soo much fuckin' money, you tasty little thang." The man stood up. "-or at least I hope you will! Akayakayaka!" Inhaling through his nose, Akiyama looked around. There were nothing but cows, grass, shit, the little girl and the smell of shit. "Where to now, Lil' Bug??" he asked the short stack while surveying the area. "I'm following you, girlie."

He spotted a large house or ranch or whatever it may have been off in the distance but wasn't quite sure if that was where the two needed to go. The ruffian figured the girl would know who lived there and if they were willing to pay up some cash to protect the cattle. Bored, Akiyama slapped the cow on the ass, having heard about the practice somewhere before. Something about doing that giving you good luck. Thinking on it some more, his recollection became somewhat cloudy. Horses, cows or donkeys, it had to be at least one of those animals. The cow let out a loud moo, probably being so aroused by Akiyama's masculinity.
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Really good Bugsie be any more clever? Right over the fence there were in fact cows. What a stroke of brilliance, she was really good at... whatever it was she was trying to be good right now. Self-assuredly she hoisted herself up onto the fence and stopped at the top taking a moment to scan the horizon. There was a house in the distance, likely whoever owned the cows lived there, but it was important that they don’t show their hand too quickly. Bugsie had absolutely zero experience in this area, but she was positive that grass-protecting was a very delicate subject.

Besides, there didn’t seem to be much to protect it from, as far as the small child could tell there wasn’t anything in the immediate area aside from dirt and tumbleweeds. She briefly considered staging a grass attack so they could “swoop in” and save the day, but she didn’t really understand what sort of dangerous a field of grass were normally vulnerable to. That would have to be a plan B, for now they should probably figure out just who they were dealing with. Bugsie look down and listened to Akiyama give her charge and then slap a cow’s butt. She giggled before hoping down and declaring her “well-concocted” plan, “Alrighty, so this is what we’re gonna do… you see that house over yonder? I reckon they must own these here cows. Now we gotta learn a thing or two about who we’re dealing with before we offer our services, I reckon the best thing is to sneak up real close and listen that there window on the side of the house. Now, yer mighty tall, so if you aren’t particularly good at bein’ quiet you can be a look out, otherwise just stay close behind me, ya hear?”

Bugsie was beginning to enjoy this accent, she might have to keep up the charade for a while longer. With the plan laid out she wasted no time getting started, the faster she got paid, the fast she got to eat, and at this point she was hungry enough to eat a whole cow.
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"Aye aye, cap'n!" Akiyama stood at attention after the girl gave him orders. He balled his fist and folded his arm inward to have his right thumb of his balled fist placed against his broad, muscular chest. He quickly dropped the act and began following along behind the miniature boss. While he didn't actually consider her his boss, she was in charge of whatever plan was contained within that head of hers and he was the boss of the muscles and fighting. They were both bosses in their own right to him. But of course, one of them was actually in charge and the other was just the literally low-to-the-ground strategist for the pair. He smiled to himself with much satisfaction as they walked along.

The house that they were approaching was not anything that the Birkan would consider extravagant, at least not for him. It was a large two story house, with a slipped top so it probably had an attic or something at the very top of the house. Off to the side there was a structure that was just as tall as the house but maybe measured in at being less than half as wide as the fatter main component. The top of the house was red and the rest of it was painted white. Akiyama scratched his head as they neared the house, not in confusion but just because his head was itching. His head was titled off to the right side as to not get any flakes on the tiny girl that he was walking beside. "Yaka," he chuckled as he whipped his head back from the side to an upright position.

When they were quite a few meters away from the house, Akiyama stopped. "Psst, Lil' Bug," he whispered to get her attention. "I'm gonna just go over here to the right. Go around the back on this side so I can see you." The man knew that he wasn't going to be doing any sneaking in the glorious body bestowed unto him by the praiseworthy gods. Walking slowly toward the gate, he scooted down and sat his posterior down onto the second rung of the fence and leaned back. Sprawling his arms out as much as he could, he looped his arms around the top rungs of the fence. He kept his eyes on the girl as she began moving to do what she had suggested. "Kekeke," the thought of such a little girl being a little troublemaker that snuck around and eavesdropped on people reminded the man of one of his childhood friends.

He did not just keep his eyes on her,his focus shifted between her and the house and occasionally moved over to the cows and fields. No one seemed to be approaching from the fields and the cows were just being their cute-ass adorable selves. The tall man smiled as he made a kissy face at the nearest cow, which moo'd back(probably in response to him, probably not). Moving his eyes back to the house, he saw a glint in the window in the attic. He didn't think much of it at first but quickly noticed that the shine went away. "Hmm. The sun?" Akiyama turned his attention to the are where the bug went and kept the glimmer in the window at the side of his mind.
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The tall man opted to stay behind, but that worked just fine for Bugsie. She didn't care too much for company when she was slinking about anyway. Silently she crept along the exterior of the house, the frame was large and gave off the impression that whoever owned it must have been well-off at some point, but it was currently in a state of disrepair. Flecks of paint had been chipped away from the wooden paneling and some scraggly weeds had grown into shaded cracks along the base of the house.

Bugsie began to have a slightly uneasy feeling, the dust around the windows was coated so thick she wondered that anyone could live here. Yet, the cows nearby were anything but emaciated, someone had to be taking care of them. She stopped near a low hanging window and peered inside, a living room scene was set before her complete with hand-made doilies draped over various bits of furniture. It was hard to tell with a small dusty barrier separating her from the inside, but it appeared the coating of dirt extended to the interior. Bugsie's spidey senses were definitely tingling now. The house didn't looked lived in, at least not any time within the past month. Backing away from the window Bugsie turned back to Akiyama. He stood there looking slightly disinterested and completely calm. If he had a bad feeling he wasn't showing it.

"Eh… what to do… Why isn't there anyone here watching over these cows, or this really nice grass? Isn't grass supposed to be important or something?" Bugsie grumbles audibly as she kicked some dirt at her feet. She didn't want to admit to the stranger accompanying her that she was kinda scared, especially since she didn't really have a good reason to be. Dust wasn't exactly bloodcurdling after all.

She decided to keep her suspicions to herself for the time being. She waved to Akiyama and with crude sign language signaled she was going to check around the other side of the house. She needed to get to the bottom of this weirdo house, and there wasn't any other way she knew of aside from some good ol' fashioned investigating. About halfway down the far side of the house there was another window, this time perched about a foot higher up the wall. Standing on her tippy toes Bugsie managed to grab onto the window sill and hoist herself up enough to look inside. This time she was greeted with a view of a kitchen just as eerily undisturbed as the living room. She allowed herself to slide back down the wall and was readying herself to head back to Akiyama when she felt something cold and firm press against her back. Apparently the Bug wasn't alone. A gruff voice ordered her forwards and began leading her back around the house to where Akiyama had previously been standing. Bugsie tried not to focus on the perilous situation she had put herself in and instead began to debate whether or not she wanted to find her friend where she left him. On one hand she could really use the help, on the other she wasn't convinced this situation was going to turn out well for either of them.
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Aki saw the little girl signal something to him and he nodded back to her. While he didn't have her view, he felt that if she was confident enough to go in then there was probably no one in there. Probably. The green-haired man's attention shifted from the now-out-of-sight child-sized human to the cows. They were boring. Amazingly boring. But something about the atmosphere in the fields entertained the man unimaginably. Maybe it was due to his own overly exciting, or rather eventful, life that he found enjoyment in something as mundane as bovine watching. He was sadistic enough to go cow tipping but he preferred not to pick on gentle non-humanoid beings.

"Ay, bud'y!" Akiyama heard a strange, gruff, manly voice call out to him from the right. The tall Birkan sighed and slowly began to pivot to see what was going on over there. It was a tall man, not as tall as Akiyama but tall for a normal guy, wearing an unremarkable brown outfit with a ten gallon hat strapped to his back. "Who in the FUCK are you?" the ruffian asked at quite a loud volume. The man in question clicked a gun that he had pointed at the Bugsie and spat off to the side. "Shaddap, ya winged weirdo! I'll be asking the questions from now on!" Not being one to comply with people so simply, the vagrant had to get one last thing in. "That's A-O-FUCKING-K with me, but how about you let the Lil' Bug go? I don't have a weapon to reach you before you can shoot me. And pointing guns at kids ain't cool, bruh." It may have seemed like he was attempting something, but the man actually completely forgot about the gun tucked into the back of his pants.

"Nawh." The man pointed his gun at the back of the girl's head. Akiyama sighed before the man went on. "Who sent ya here? Dat goddamned John Tito? We dun want no deal and if ya try us by force we'll shoot ya." Akiyama raised an eyebrow when the man said we. Looking over to the window where he saw the glint from earlier, the person that was up there fully revealed themselves. It was a woman with brown hair which was done in pigtails. The only other information he could glean from such a distance was that her skin was dark brown. "Howdy!" the woman waved down at Akiyama behind her rifle which was pointed square at him. The ruffian smiled and waved back at the woman before turning his attention to the man pointing his gun at the girl.

"Well. I don't fuckin' know who or what or how or when or why or how- I said how already, didn't I- a John fucking Tito is, but we're here looking for- actually. She'll explain it to you." The towering Birkan pointed to the small girl that stood between the two parties, confident in her confidence that she displayed before to secure them a job. He also knew that if he kept talking that he'd end up saying something to piss someone off and a brawl would start, not that he didn't mind a brawl. All there was left to do now was to sit and wait for the girl to get them some employment.
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The barrel of the gun continued to shift location along her head, at various times sliding completely off throughout the exchange between Akiyama and the unknown man behind Bugsie. It was apparent that this man, whoever he was, was completely calm. He didn’t even feel the need to make sure his hostage was secured! However, Bugsie decided not to try her odds at escaping, even if she caught him off-guard there was no way of ensuring she made it out of gun-shot in time to live and poor Akiyama would certainly pull the short end of the stick in that scenario. Besides, he had already proved he was a swell guy, trying to get the evil man to let her go and all.

Bugsie began flipping through scenarios, but she failed to come up with one that didn’t involve some high risk of being shot. While the hopelessness of the situation failed to truly sink in, Bugsie started to sweat a little when Akiyama turned the reigns over to her. How was she going to talk her way out of this one? And who the hell was John Tito? She was out of time to think on these questions any longer, she was going in.

”My friends, no need to be so angry. I assure you that we have a common goal, now if you would just…”Bugie paused momentarily to take a step forward and turn to face her attacker. He allowed her this movement, but kept the gun aimed straight at her cute little head, undeterred she went on, ”That’s better! Now as I was saying, we are just some good ol’ humble… cowboys. Yes, we are the real rough n’ tough deal, and we heard that you folks might be having some trouble guarding this hear grass.” Bugsie gestured grandly out to the penned up fence and a cow mooed perfectly on cue.

”Yes sir yee, we are just some honest workers lookin’ to help out folks in need. Now I see we might have gotten off to a bad start, but I’m sure we can work this all out, after all you look like a real smart man!” Bugsie realized that she was stretching the truth a bit on that last comment, if anything the man just look mean. Stupid and mean.
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The rancher let up on pointing his weapon and deposited into the holster on his belt. "I S'pose if y'alls looking for work, we can accommodate ya." Akiyama scratched his chin and looked up to the sky. He than began to immediately sniff the air. There was something afoot. Something that begged his attention. Ignoring everyone else, he turned around and licked his index and middle fingers. Holding said two fingers up into the air, he closed his eyes with his face looking up. He may not have been sensing trapar waves or anything, but there was definitely something that called out- begged for- his immediate presence. Bringing his long ligaments down to his side, he turned around slowly and looked at everyone behind him.

"I'm sorry texans, but I must- MUST be going." Akiyama rubbed the lower half of his scruffy face and revealed a watering smile when he moved his hand away from it. "Somewhere out there is a woman in need and I have to be go'in to give her the deed. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN AKAYAKAYAKA!" The tall man quickly hopped the fence and began taking off back toward the little hub of a shanty-town that he had just come from. So ended his part in this storyline.
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Despite his quickness to pull a gun on them, the western man seemed surprisingly reasonable. He was open to a business deal, Bugsie's favorite kind, and he ever lowered his gun. All in all this was shaping up to be an almost civil conversation. Bugsie quickly moved in and began explaining to him how well suited she was to fulfilling his grass-related needs. He seemed inclined to listen too! The only downside of course was the potential for bandits and thugs to try and threaten the peaceful plant life, seeing as Bugsie had virtually no experience in a real fight.

Hypothetically a small collection of poisonous bugs in her bag could stop a grown man dead in his tracks, but looking around at the bright open space around her she didn't see any surprise attacks proving successful. Luckily for her she had Akiyama for all that. She turned to face her new ally only to watch in disbelief as he delivered a brief monologue about some woman and her needs before walking off.

A dark scowl crossed Bugsie's face. She took back, she took it all back! He was no nice guy he was a big fat dumby! How was she gonna seal the deal if she had to play both the brains and the brawn? She considered chasing after him and trying to make him stay to finish the deal, but recognizing the large size gap between them settled for sticking out her tongue as he trotted off instead.

The cowboy in front of her seemed slightly put off by the unfolding scene in front of him. Bugsie attempted to salvage what remained of her prospective business transaction, with fighting ruffians now off the table she pulled out the small cow word carving she had stashed away earlier. She then began to weave a intricate tale about how this piece of wood, simple though it may appear, was actually an ancient talisman from the men who lived on the land long ago. She assured the mustached man in front of her that it's ancient powers were so mysterious and intense that just by resting it's small wooden body on top of the grass the vegetation would be instantly protected from any wrong-doers.

The woman in the distance seemed to be giving a deep and interested gaze, eagerly following Bugsie's tale of magic and protection even setting down her own gun, but the gruff man was not easily taken in. As previously expected the locals on this island proved to be a tough sell. During the course of her sales pitch the gun had resumed it's focus on Bugsie's head, there was no doubt left now, it was time to get to gettin'. Bugsie smiled weakly and then reaching quickly into her bag pulled out a small box.

"Well, I can see you aren't easily taken in. I apologize for my eccentricity, how abouts I give you a gift to show my sincerity?"

The gun wavered slightly and with the barrel no longer pointed at her tiny frame Bugsie made her move, she opened the small box to reveal a squirming mass of black beetles. She bid her tiny friends a fond farewell before tossing the lot straight onto her armed aggressor. He began to hop around frantically firing off shots at random, but Bugsie had already taken off at full speed to escape the spray of gunfire.

Once safely back in town Bugsie made a straight shot to the docks. She had now firmly resolved to leave the island as soon as possible and never return. She was sick of the smell of cows, and even more sick of not having money. She jumped on the first ship she saw, and reminded of her extreme hunger took the unusual risk of sneaking into the ship's kitchen for food. Once satisfied she found her way to the lower decks and slid in between some storage boxes and settled in for the ride, wondering where she would end up next.
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