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An Explosive Performance
Topic Started: Jan 6 2015, 10:18 PM (1,360 Views)
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"Well what in Garp's name are you standing there for!? Get that slimy fish bastard back!"

Hannah raised her eyebrows as she watched the Lieutenant bark at his Marines, to which they promptly jumped, nodded, and scrammed to look for the fishman. While Hannah was technically free to go as she had nothing she could give for the investigation, she still stayed around, observing the Marines and their peculiar work. As usual, many thoughts had crossed her mind as she quietly meditated.

...Man, just stay around, fishman. As much as I don't respect the Marines, there's no reason for you to leave them in the hole. She curved her lips in uncertainty. This was her second time that she's ever seen a fishman in the flesh. She's heard and read many stories about them. They certainly were strange creatures...whose level of intelligence could even level humans. Thoughts of stereotypes of the species aroused in her head as the crabman made his triumphant exit out. They're different people...but yet, they are living creatures. I don't know what to think of them. Eh...oh well, I'll have to leave it to the Marines to find him, I guess. Though, it was kind of sad. She wanted to bring justice to the people who died as well...but she couldn't as she didn't have the kind of authority that the Marines had. Not to mention, she was completely void of clues and evidence, unlike the fishman and the bodyguard. As much as she didn't like the thought of it, she had to put her faith in the Marines that they would do their job, even if she deemed it to be their fault that this happened in the first place.

She shifted uncomfortably within her tight dress, groaning slightly of the costume. She took off her heels, letting her smooth feet land softly on the rough ground. "I really hate this dress..." She muttered. It seemed like it would be the first and last time she was going to wear it too.

Speaking about the bodyguard, he was still here. She looked towards the young yet inexperienced man, who had intervened earlier and broke the tension between Hannah and the lieutenant. She wasn't entirely sure if the intervention was some stupid bravery, but Hannah was neutral about it. She wanted to continue this ethical argument with the lieutenant, but at the same time she didn't want to continue digging a deeper hole with the Marine.

"You didn't have to intervene..." Hannah spoke with delicate bitterness.

Then, a light bulb appeared at the top of her head as she came upon a realization. While they were waiting for the Marines...maybe she could find out some information first. Perhaps she could collect evidence and connect the dots. Looking back at the bodyguard, she turned her full body towards the man and decided to start the conversation.

"So...how did you know the explosion was going to happen?"
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Jake was not tired, nor was he hurt in any way. But now that he bagan to relax he felt all worn out and saggy. Things had gone so well at the start and he’d been at ease. And then hell had broke loose before he knew it. And here he was, covered in dust, soot and blood, torn shirt and a failure of a guard. And he would have remained there if not the young actress had spoken to him.

Her comment on how he didn’t have to intervene simply sailed past him, he hadn’t been as much to protect her as a way of protesting against the marines and their mindset. The question that followed though, was one he felt obliged to answer because of the role he had played, and double so because she had been the one to suffer for it. So he did, with a low enough voice so that the surrounding marines couldn’t hear.

”I didn’t. Or at least not for sure until this guy here poked a gun in my back.”
Jake looked down at the ground between his feet and scratched his head, he couldn’t dare look at her. ”I don’t know what good it will do, but I guess I should apologize. I could have realized earlier if I wasn’t so carefree and caught up in the performance.”
*Sigh*
Like this in retrospective Jake felt incredibly stupid for his lack of wariness duiring the play. It didn’t really matter whether he would have been able to stop the incident from happening, he had not done the outmost of his ability.

”It was during the intermission, I merely noted that there were people moving around at the base of the scene, I was curious, so I went down there to take a look but was dismissed by a guy who said they were pyrotechs and told me to return to my post, which I did. It didn’t occur to me until I was already back at my post how strange that short exchange of words really was.”
A wasted minute. This was the part that really fretted him, that minute, what if he had thought it through right away? How many could have been saved?
”How did he know that I was a guard positioned in the auditorium? I mean, he couldn’t have seen wherefrom I had come when I rounded the draperies and came up behind them, the more logical assumption would have been that I was one of the backstage guards, which lead me to believe that he must have known already which guards were where.”
A realization Jake had come to all too late, he’d drawn their attention onto him and had thus become unable to intervene.

”You see, he knew something that he shouldn’t have. Which in turn made me doubt the whole pyrotech thing and I went to check it out for real. I was intercepted by this man here who didn’t want any interferance with their plans. At gunpoint did he lead me out to the antechamber where we would wait until the bomds went off. Though I surprised him just before they did, and the rest you probably know just as well as I do.”

For the first time since he begun talking, Jake lifted his gaze to meet the actress’, if he’d draw one conclusion of any value it would be the following, and he was in desperate need in outside input as he didn’t know all he needed too.
”But what makes this story interesting is when you take it one step further and ask the question; where does a terrorist get his inside information from? The answer to that question would be the real mastermind behind all this.”
Taken everything into account the mastermind would be someone already involved in the theatre business and with a grudge towards the director and/or actor(s) in the play. But Jake lacked the insight to even make a guess in the case.
"True strength is not to never go down. True strength is to always get up."
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The haze was thickening by the minute as Musashi found himself being lead by the young girl up to the director's house. It would seem that the further inland one went the more dense the haze and the more beautiful the dusk. "We call this place Red Dawn District. It's basically strictly for the rich people. Heck, I'm getting weird looks for just walking through," the you girl would say. Musashi would look around with this leering gaze upon everyone, intimidating people with his very presence. He was an 8 foot tall monster of a man, after all, with 8 arms, not even remotely hidden.

Nonetheless he could tell that he didn't belong in this section of town. The number of suits he could see frequenting the streets was unnerving him, and they all had these really complex tie knots. Musashi didn't even know how to tie a tie and here were some most-likely rude artists who were wearing trinity knotted ties in blue colors to contrast the haze. His jealousy was abounding, but he didn't let that get to him. "I can tell," he would respond to the young lady at last, actually having taken around 15 seconds to say anything. "The suits are making me uncomfortable just looking at them," he'd add in, sounding as uncomfortable as he was admitting he was.

Soon though, the two of them would wind up just outside the gates of an impressive estate. Outside the gate were a pair of marines, fairly interestingly, they looked dead ahead instead of at him. They were like statues, holding muskets, but otherwise just looked like a couple of slack-jawed slaves to the world order. Musashi would sigh, "This the place?" The nameless young homeless lady would nod her head comfirmingly with this strange upbeat cheeriness, "Eeyup! That's ::beli:: 200 mister~!" Musashi sweatdropped once again, before sighing with resignation.

"Very well," he would say, reaching into his overalls and pulling out a fistfull of cash, "If anyone in this town's earned a meal, it's you." He'd hand her a small wad of paper money from his fistfull, totalling around ::beli:: 1000 or so. The young lady would look up at him, "But mister, this is like 5 times what I asked." Musashi didn't so much as turn his head, instead speaking up, "You're doing better at math than I was doing at your age. Keep it, get yourself something nice." The young lady would smile brightly and run off with a slight bow of respect and gratefulness.

Musashi would stuff the remaining money into his overall pocket, rolling his head a bit until he heard a cracking noise from it. Taking a few steps forward the two marines would cross their muskets like spears before him. "This is the estate of the Baye Family as well as the Mayor's Office. If you have not scheduled in a meeting with either, then I'm afraid you may not pass," spoke the left marine, in a mannerism that was admittedly professional as fuck. The boxer crab fishman would blink a bit, and raised an eyebrow, "Well you see, that's just dandy. Because I've got an interview with the mayor whether he has me penciled in or not."

With that he would reach forward to grab the muskets and gently move them out of the way. The marines both retaliated with well-trained efficiency by reeling their guns in, and taking aim at the fishman. "Comply or by contract we must place you under arrest," spoke the marine on the right. Musashi would sigh a bit and step back a step. "So, you two are marines, right?" he would ask offhandedly, as if ignoring that they were pointing their guns at him. Cracking his knuckles, he'd continue, not caring to let them answer given that they'd not respond to stupud questions.

"How's your medical?"
'Dragon Warrior' Suzume • Medic • Doctor/Weapon Specialist/Inventor/Merchant • Crewless • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 167 • Beli: 31,900,000 • L: Grand Line

Strength: 48 Speed: 49 Stamina: 25 Accuracy: 26 Fortune: 64


Musashi • Heavy Combat • Thief/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 60 • Beli: 12,500,000 • Location: Blues

Strength: 42 Speed: 17 Stamina: 20 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 24


Scarlet Carnation • Cook • Inventor/Chef • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 3,750,000 • Location: East Blue

Strength: 8 Speed: 14 Stamina: 8 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 11
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"Maybe he could have guessed you were a guard from the fact that you were a personnel allowed to go into the base."

To her, it would make sense that the people were smart enough to make the connection that the bodyguard was doing his job. Not much info that the bodyguard presented to her wasn't of much use as he mostly described what had happened to him. However, the last sentence did give Hannah some thought. She turned away from a slight angle and tilted her head downwards. Placing her right fist below her lips, she steadily pondered over his words, wondering who could have been responsible for such a task.

The Director? Some of the tech team...? Maybe even one of our cast...? No, I can't think of people inside of our play. They are all good and respectable people. I'll have to think about them last.

Maybe it was the bodyguard she was talking to? But then again, if it was, he would have died along with the supposed victim. Whoever was behind certainly didn't want to leave behind all trace.

As she was thinking about the cast, a sudden thought crossed Hannah as she widened her eyes. In an instant recollection, an image of her escape from the theatre blasted onto her head. She could remember Daniel's final moment before she left him. She repeatedly whispered the exact words. "Don't forget what we discussed earlier..." She then dug deep into her memory bank and located the recollection at hours before the play started. It was when she was dressed fitly into her red dress, coming out of the dressing room and into the crew room. She had struck up a conversation with Daniel, talking normally about the show itself before it had oddly transitioned into a serious conversation.

"You know...I overheard the Director speaking furiously at the phone."

"Huh. Should it be of any concern?"

"I didn't really think so. I think he was speaking with the manager about the play."

"You mean general concerns of the controversy surrounding it? The thing is everyone knows the Director handles his plays masterfully. Besides, we already ran through a dress rehearsal of the play. I think it's one of the most powerful pieces I've ever experienced. We're sure to electrify our audience."

"It's not that, Hannah. I have no doubt in the Director. He was complaining how he couldn't get the Marines to guard his show. Oh, I don't know...I just think something is eerily wrong."

"Relax, Dan. We'll be fine. No reason to worry! Let's just perform!"

"Ah, you're right...I don't know...like, the competition is fierce around here. The four main directors managing the four shows are constantly looking for the best potential. It is just intense."

"Don't sweat it. After all, we're ready to knock this competition off the roof!"


And that was all they could talk about before everyone had to prepare themselves for the play. Hannah growled as she realized Daniel's qualms were unfortunately correct. She should have heeded his concerns more...but now, it was too late. Although, why would Daniel reference this conversation? Was she thinking of the wrong conversation? Did a connection make out to him right before he died? What was there to connect with? Slowly, Hannah allowed the gears within her brain mechanically mesh and turn as she tried to connect point after point.

"Where does a terrorist get his inside information from...?"

Then, she connected all the dots. But, the revelation left her mouth open for a bit as her arms dropped from her thinking stance. She could only mouth out her realization as there was a slight voice. "The mayor and his family..." It was only logical. The Mayor's brother was Director Baye, whose show she found out did not turn out to be successful as anticipated. If the only way to win a competition was to literally destroy it, then it would be done by none other than the competition itself. While this was a hunch, she felt completely certain. She had to tell this to the Marines...

Just as she was about to make her way to the Lieutenant, she stopped halfway as another thought had crossed her mind. She paused and backed away to where the bodyguard was. Scowling deeply, Hannah looked towards the bodyguard and described her thought process to him, backing up her reason as to why it was the mayor. "But now...I'm stuck. What if the mayor was pulling the strings on the Marines? Hence preventing them from guarding our theatre in the first place! They're not going to believe a single word I say to them! But if the mayor is behind everything, what can we do to expose the man?"

Now that the puzzle was solved, it would make sense that the challenge was completed. However, it was far from over. Hannah felt like she was at a lost-lost situation as she could only stare at the Marines conducting their meticulous, yet seemingly fake work. "...What can we do?"
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The mayor?
”Why would it be the mayor?”
The gears started to spin again.
From what little Jake knew about the affairs on Karaoke Island it was a plausible answer. But if that would happen to be the case, how would they be able to prove anything of the sort? The obvious choice would be a testimony from the man that Jake had captured, assuming that he knew the identity of the mastermind, and that he could have persuaded to spill the beans to get a mitigated sentence for his own crimes.

But things were not as easy, the man was dead, and dead men tell no tales. A fact which supported the first assupmtion though it wasn’t in itself of any value. Not that it had been anything they could have relied on in any case. Because even if they had managed to cut a deal they still coulnd’t be sure that it would have any value as evidence as it was nothing but fingerpointing, and that would be the end of the line.
The gears came to a sudden stop.
Jake frowned, the solution seemed to slip further and further away, and it annoyed him greatly.

They would need more, actual evidence. As he thought about the matter he glanced over at the foresics who were about to finish the preliminary investigation of the body by documenting his belongings, noting each item on a writing tablet before putting them in an evidence box. The den den mushi, a pack of cigarettes, a pair of gloves, a handkerchief, a numbered key...
(!?)
What Jake recognized was not the key but the token attached to it, he had one just like it in his right pocket and its key belonged to the locker where he had stored his regular clothes and second sword just before heading over to the theatre. Why would he carry around something like that?

For the second time this evening things started to fall in place. To hide something ofcourse, something that he needed to be both safe and easy to access in case he needed it.

Whatever it was he hid in that locker, it could prove critical to finding out more in the case. He could even have hidden evidence, as an insurance, to make sure that his employer would uphold his end of the deal, or to bail himself out in case something went wrong. And if he did, they would have to hurry up and find it, because whoever had killed him most likely already knew where it was hidden and would move in to retrieve it for themselves. And even if the locker didn't contain any such thing the culprits could still very well show up to claim its content. Wild guess or not, it was the only thing he had to go by.

He was currently not considered as a suspect so it wouldn’t be hard for him to sneak off and make his way there. Whether it prooved that he was right or wrong didn’t matter, he would rather not have the marines around.

Jakes gaze went back to the actress. He could just leave her here, but he felt an obligation to at least be open and let het make the choice. Carefull as to not let any one around overhear he spoke.
”I might have a guess, I could explain on the way but we’d have to hurry.”
Not waiting for an answer, Jake slowly moved backwards, trying to not draw attention to himself as he distanced himself from the marines, before turning and slipping into the crowd that still surrounded the scene.
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Two marines lay dazed to the point of incapacitation on either side of the front gate of the estate. "Tch, please," Musashi would utter with disdain in his voice. He walked through the now opened gate, shaking one of his right hands to get the slight ache from hitting them so hard off his fist. The marine on the left would utter something, "W-wait..." before passing out. The boxer crab fishman would not pay the man any heed, a lowly marine soldier who had proven unworthy of his blades. So far not many people he'd run into were actually worth unsheathing even one of his swords, Musashi feared he may soon get rusty.

As he strut up to the door of the manor slash town hall, the Boxer Crab Fishman let loose his boot with a pretty direct front stomp to the crease between the two heavy wooden doors, knocking the doors open with a loudness that resounded through the estate. A multitude of butlers would surround him, unsheathing a multitude of rapiers and placing them at odd ends and angles around him. "We are the mayor's loyal guard and stewards," one particularly british-sounding butler would announce, probably deeming himself as the lead.

Musashi blinked and raised an eyebrow, all of their forms were alright, but fencing in this day and age? "Hold!" decreed a moderately familiar voice. Musashi turned his head a bit to see up on the indoor balcony was a familiar form. "You're the mayor, right? Get these guys away from me before I hurt themselves," Musashi would demand, "I have some questions for you." The man on the balcony would raise an eyebrow, then sigh and wave his hand, "Leave him be, he's the Fishman from earlier. Invite him up." The various rapiers would return to their various sheathes an the butlers would arrange themselves into a subservient passageway to a flight of stairs up to the balcony.

Musashi would adjust his overall straps, and begin up the stairs. Arriving to the area on the balcony, he would raise an eyebrow to the dining room he would enter into. "Who keeps a dining room on the second floor?" he would ask aloud. To which the mayor would retort quickly, "It's unique and therefore artful!" Musashi would wave his hands, "If you say so. I mean, you are the mayor of Art Town." The mayor would laugh aloud, and shake his head, "Really? You bought that whole shtick too? Does nobody understand jokes? Sit down my friend, tell me what brought you to seek me out with such fervour."

The boxer crab fishman would sit on the opposite end of the table the mayor, "Oh no reason... I mean, other than the fact that a crazed fan of yours declared the tickets you gave me a gift for them and assaulted a little girl to attain one of them." He grinned a bit, "Then said crazed fan orchestrated an attack on the show in which the whole theater was burnt to the ground."

The mayor would frown slightly, "You confuse me with your story. Why would someone who was a fan of mine go out of their way to burn down a show I was going to be at?" Musashi would huff a bit, "I don't well know why, but I fear for your safety. See since you weren't at the show to be destroyed by the flames, this fan may attack you in your home. Seeing how easy it was to break into your house... Well... I fear your guard is insufficient."

A sound of footsteps would scurry away in the background. Musashi turned his gaze to the stairs behind him. "That could be her, yanno," he would utter, focusing in that direction. It was hazy even at this altitude so he couldn't see very far. The mayor would begin to sweat a bit, as Musashi continued, "Since your guards haven't made a move yet, they could well be dead."

"Don't mock my guard. I've hired only the most artful of fencers on the island, they would never lose so quietly," the Mayor would say to comfort himself. Musashi would grin, "So you admit they would lose." The mayor would stammer a bit, "I, I did not say that!" "But you did imply it," the Boxer Crab would interrupt. "Karen! Quit playing with the haze! It's dinner time, I told you already," the Mayor would say resigningly. From the shadows emerged a young lady with brown hair, wearing baggy sweats. "But I was having fun, dad!" aforementioned young lady would complain. "You are 17 years old now, why on earth do you still play like a child?" the mayor complained in return. Musashi eyeballed her ferociously. "Who's your monster friend?" Karen would question.

"Oh, you know what? I never asked him," the man would say, "Erm, what was it you call yourself?" The monstrous fishman would sigh and look back at the mayor, "Musashi." His eyes drifted a bit lowly, "I know that you're the mayor, but I know nothing about you. Anything else I can call you?" "Actually, funny enough, my name is actually Mayor," the political man would respond, laughing a bit as his daughter rolled her eyes so hard that she almost went blind.

"So... The theater bombing across town," the imposing fishman would say aloud, "You're involved." Karen would snap her head to the side, "You fucking told him!?" Musashi jumped a bit as she scolded her father. "Karen, shh-" "Don't you fucking shush me! I put that humiliating wig on an tear my favorite dress escaping, so that I could burn down uncle Mike's only competition, and you just blab about it to the first man who blunders in and asks about it!? What kind of numbskull, no, no words can appropriately convey the appropriate amount of hate! There are 1,013,913 words in the common language, and I could not in 100 years string them together in a mannerism that appropriately conveys how much I want to hit you with a chair right now!"

"Oh my god, would you shut up Karen! You just literally screamed our plan out loud like some kind of cartoon villain! He was referring to how I was in danger despite not being there!" Mayor Mayor Baye would scold in return. Immediately blushing and slapping her hands onto her mouth, Karen would start to tear up. "Oh shit."

Musashi would be watching the scene play out, it was rather theatrical and he forgot that he was supposed to be an active part of the scene. "You guys are idiots," he would say. "GUARDS!" A familiar feeling of iron placed too close to his body for comfort. He was in a seated position, clearly as the disadvantage. "You lot work pretty fast, but I already warned you to stay away from me, or I'll hurt your selves," with a swift motion, all of the blades around him were parried by a flourish of 8 waves of iron.

Gleaming even through the haze, his myriad of curved blades would flare about, before reaching their desired arrangement: cranked into a wound-up position forming a guarded circle around himself. This position was reached just in time to block their collective counterattacks, sparks flying into the pink haze. "Tch you're like a dance act, all in synchronization, with no diversity," Musashi would tell the butlers. The look of killing intent in his eyes would almost appear to distort his facial features to become those of a true monster. "Vortical..." he would begin to announce, taking a step into the butlers' collective guards.

The flourish of iron gleamed in a wide, disorderly circular formation, blood spattering in its wake. "...Steppe!" The sounds that were following were those of multiple falling to the ground without cushioning. The loud thuds set off a reaction of sounds, including Karen's scream. A pair of footsteps continued off towards the steps on either side. They were splitting up! Musashi had no time to focus in on one, he needed to make his move. He would fade gently into the haze, the view panning out slowly. "Phantasm Waltz," he would utter with near silence. The Mayor would make it to the bottom of the steps and turned around briefly to see if he was followed. From behind him emerged 8 curved glints through the haze, held aloft by 8 shadowy appendages.

The man would turn back around, and suddenly got all choked up from fear. "Help me," the Mayor would manage to choke out, before a grunt of death, an assault from curved iron. Karen would make it out the front door, before wheeling around on her heels and shouting, "Burn in hell ya monster!" Pulling out a remote, and immediately pressing a button on it. A familiar sound surrounded Musashi. "You rigged your own house?" he would ask with a flat, exasperated tone.

KAFLOOOOOM!

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Vortical Steppe (1*)
Type: Offensive
Range: Melee
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Description: Cranking his arms around himself forming a circle of blades, he whips his blades around fiercely slashing all foes in a circle around himself. This may be used while in motion or in the air as well.
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Type: Stealth
Range: Self
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Description: A technique he picked up in Alabasta under the tutilege of Saluja 'The Phantom Ghost'. Imitating the silent footwork of his teacher he steps into the area where his foe relies on depth perception and further into their blind spot. From there, given a single foe he stays in the blind spot until they catch him (Accuracy required is 24+ in ideal conditions). Given too many others, he'll shift between blind spots with great frequency (16+ Accuracy to keep an eye on him in ideal conditions). His ideal conditions in this case is when clear vision is obscured, meaning night time with infrequent lights, dense fog, or more appropriately sandstorms. In any other circumstance, accuracy required is halved.
'Dragon Warrior' Suzume • Medic • Doctor/Weapon Specialist/Inventor/Merchant • Crewless • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 167 • Beli: 31,900,000 • L: Grand Line

Strength: 48 Speed: 49 Stamina: 25 Accuracy: 26 Fortune: 64


Musashi • Heavy Combat • Thief/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 60 • Beli: 12,500,000 • Location: Blues

Strength: 42 Speed: 17 Stamina: 20 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 24


Scarlet Carnation • Cook • Inventor/Chef • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 3,750,000 • Location: East Blue

Strength: 8 Speed: 14 Stamina: 8 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 11
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"You can't be serious...!"

If there was anything Hannah wanted to avoid at this point, it was to make more trouble with the Marines. However, her unforeseen partner had already parted ways and made way with his sneaky attempt. She then turned her head to the Marines, who didn't seem to pay any attention to them as they were very preoccupied. She then rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation. "Whatever..."

Turning her back away from the damage and the Marines, she left and followed after the bodyguard. Although she was doubtful of achieving progress with her seemingly inexperienced bodyguard, it was much more productive than standing around and deducing a problem. Even though she was able to narrow down on who the criminal was, she couldn't bring impartiality to all the people who lost their lives (especially Daniel) if there was no hard proof evidence. The two turned to an alley and were out of sight from the Marines.

"I swear to God, if I get into trouble with you, I will make sure you take full blame." She spoke softly with irritation.

As Hannah followed the bodyguard, she decided to analyze her new partner. The first quality she could immediately take note was that the man was quite thin and yet, he had such a young face. She couldn't tell if he was young for his age, but the fact that he was able to attain a bodyguard position meant that he had to be older. His clothing was rather casual, save for the fact of two bolded lines draped on the back of his clothing. It almost looked traditional, but at the same time it wasn't.

Hannah raised her eyebrows when she saw Jake had two swords sheathed. The swords didn't appear normal as they looked a lot lighter, striking a familiar chord within her memory bank. She hadn't held a sword in quite a long time...the last time she had held a sword was when she had liberated her home island. She used it to pierce through the dictator, leaving the sword alone in his body. Since then, she hadn't retrieved it. She shrugged upon the gruesome thought of the brutal killing she had conducted. Now that she dwelled upon it more...that was most likely her first time she killed a human being. I was poisoned...I was literally running by adrenaline. I didn't put too much thought into it when I killed him.

She shook her head and shoved the piece of memory away from her current thought process. She had to focus on what they were doing now, and that was to get to the bottom of this. Deciding to ease the awkwardness that had settled between the two, Hannah decided to open up to him.

"So...what's your name?"
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Jake made his way through the remaining crowd and looked back to see that the young actress was indeed following him. Fine, she was as mixed up in this as he was, and though it rarely showed, Jake actually enjoyed company, mostly to the knowledge that he was not alone. And the question regarding his name was one that made him smile.
”The name is Jake, and I can but promise that if anything bad happens, it will happen to me first. Mind if I return the question?”

After breaking clear from the crowd surrounding the theatre, the streets lay deserted due to the late hour, and Jake made double time towards the small square where the building that housed an ammount of public lockers was located. The lockers themselves were located in an deep indentation in the otherwise plain stone which made of the ground floor of Karaoke Islands public service office, and were hidden from view by a stone partition.

As the building came into view Jake slowed down and turned to the actress to let her know what they were doing here.
”You see, the man that was captured and killed had one of these.”
He took out his own key and showed her the token attached to it.
”Long story short it means he had a locker here, and who knows, maybe he kept something there that will point towards whoever hired him.”
He looked around to see if there was anyone within eyeshot, seeing noone he began to cross the square constanly scanning the surrounding area for movement.
”Though the contents are actually more or less irrelevant, as the one who killed him is highly likely to come here to erase any eventual leads.”
It was with only a few meters left to the opening that Jake heard the sound.
*Clink* Metal against metal.

Jake drew his sword and his voice went even lower as he whispered.
”In fact, this is the first place I would head to, before the marines realize where the key comes from.”
As he rounded the partition he caught sight of a man that was facing the rows of lockers on the back wall and seemed to be attempting to force open one of the lockers with a bolt cutter. He was dressed in dark clothes and a hood that concealed features and it was only his size and bodyshape that made Jake assume it was a man. His work with the locker drowned out the sound from Jakes boots as he crossed the distance and took position behind him, sword at the ready.

”Move and you’re dead.”
An exaggeration, but it didn’t hurt to be completely clear with what he wanted. The man jerked but remained where he was, he got the message. Jake put his all in being resolute when he ordered the man.
”Drop the cutters, hands up high, turn around.”
The man complied, the cutters fell to the ground with a loud clatter, he raised his hands above his head and turned around, revealing his face. Clean features, maybe in his early thirties, his face like an expressionless mask with only his dark eyes giving away the fact that he had been caught by surprise and did his best to controll the panic.
Jake took the initiative and with the tip of his sword pointing straight at the mans face he began his interrogation.
”I’m going to ask a couple of questions just to make sure where we stand. And you will answer thruthfully by simply saying ‘yes’ or ’no’. Lie or otherwise fail to answer and being found out by the marines will be the least of your worries, understand?”
It was evident that this was one of the last things the man had expected to happen. There was a moments pause before he answered. ”Y- Yes.”

As soon as the man answered he followed up with a new question, leaving no room for the man to regain his footing. ”You killed the man we captured just subsequent to the bombing.”
”Yes.”

”You used a poisoned dart fired from a dart gun.”
It was on purpose that Jake formulated his questions as statements, it would make it seem like he already knew the answers and undermine the mans resistance. For the same reason had he begun to ask obvious questions, to get him to start talking.
”Yes.”

”You are carrying said gun at this moment.”
The first guessed question, based solely on the time that had passed since the murder, considering that he was chased by the marines it would have been hard to find the opportunity to dispose of it. It was also the first one to carry actual value. A slight shift in the mans expression revealed that he knew he was being cornered, though being unable to do anything about it as a refusal to answer would be an answer in itself and could result in consequences for his person. And by answering he would commit to answer further questions.
”Yes.”

Jake smiled. Progress was being made, the gun directly tied the man to the bombing, which was at least as good as having the, by this man, murdered perpetrator. Content with the answer Jake switched focus to the current situation.
”Prior to the bombing you observed as he desposited something here.”
”Yes.”
Another obvious question, but vital to the interrogation nonetheless. They were heading into murky waters and Jake had to keep up the facade of being one step ahead.

You don't know what it is.
”Yes.”
”But you came here to retrieve it and thus get rid of any eventual evidence against you.”
”Yes.”
A double edged question, one where he by giving a positive answer also admited his connection to an higher authority which downfall would be his own.
”He was hired by you or someone in close connection to you.”
”Yes.”
Confirmation.

And the last question.
”He and you were working for the mayor.”
Being out of questions he more or less knew the answer to, Jake threw it out there to see which response he would get. And he could afford the question as it only mattered if he answered positively.
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From the now collapsed rubble of the mayor's office, would emit a bit of rattling. Sitting up from the burning timber was a quite large monsterous figure. Yes, Musashi had managed to survive somehow. His ribs hurt, his skin ached horribly, and he was coughing up blood. He was rather scared to go look in a mirror, for obvious reasons. The boxer crab fishman would push the rubble off of himself, causing a loud crashing noise.

"What was that!?" a voice sounded from beyond the smoke. Musashi had to make his escape now before the marines discovered he wasn't dead, especially if he ever wanted to get a shot at killing that girl. His head rushed at the attempt to think too hard, so he would simply get up, turn tail and run like hell. He was thankfully faster than the average soldier in the blues, so once he was out of the rubble, he would make his escape with little issue. Even with his broken bones, Musashi was highly adept at dealing with pain, so he could perform all the basic functions if making an escape through the pain, asides that part when he jumped the fence, he had to sit and stop himself from crying to get over agitating, or even stressing literally every broken bone in his body.

Once he was over the fence, he was basically home free. Asides the rather copious sums of blood he was coughing up. That was not helping him, like, at all. Still, on foot he managed to find himself a shady ally to pass out from blood loss in. He would sit there, hacking up what may have literally been a lung, thinking about the day and how he could have probably handled his anger with a bit more common sense.

But nobody expects the teenage girl to blow her own house up. Especially when she didn't even have time to get into her going out clothes. Musashi would have chuckled, but he was fading out... His last thoughts were pretty much, 'is this the end?', and then he was unconscious.

Now of course, this was definitely not the end, because let's face it, that would just outright be a crappy way to end a character. Died of bloodloss in an alleyway during their first rp. Fuck no.

Musashi awoke sometime later in a totally unfamiliar location. It appeared to be a bedroom, as he looked around, he was on a bed there was next to no other real details to the room asides a dresser with a mirror, and a nightstand next to the bed. This was likely a guest room then, someone at the very least hard working brought him in here then. So what better to do than sit up and look in the mirror. That worked for all of 6 seconds, since the adrenaline had worn off the pain was feeling much more real. From what he could see, his body was nigh on mummified with bandages. His eyes and mouth were visible from outside the bandaging, but otherwise whoever brought him in had too much bandaging in his house.

Getting out of bed was rather difficult to begin with, but once he was up, he noticed that the bandaged were perfectly wrapped to let him move with relative freedom. That didn't mean much, but he needed to scout the area, since there was nobody sitting over and watching him. The overall situation was clear once he opened the door, and a family of 4 were in the main room eating supper. Who would, in their right mind bring a bleeding fishman into their home without worry. The family was unrecognizable, except their daughter. "Y-You!" Musashi would utter. "Oh, he's up! Say hi, crab man!" spoke the familiar voice that sealed the package.

The little homeless girl from earlier... Was actually not homeless at all! Musashi was baffled, unable to handle this influx of information, so he turned around and went to lay on the bed. "He's just shy," Musashi would hear coming from the other room behind the closed door. Some footsteps later, he would then hear, "Carol, go take this to the guest. It's the boo boo platter." "Okay mom," was responded to by the not-so-homeless girl's voice.

Seconds later the door swung open, "Hey Fishy Face, eat up, it'll make ya all better faster than a mommy's kisses." Carol would walk across the room at a high speed, and hand Musashi a wooden plate, with what appeared to be roast beef with brown gravy on top, with a bunch of other food stuffs surrounding it, baby carrots and diced potatoes which looked like they were brewed in the same pan at the roast, since they were slightly discolored and looked boiled. Green specs of seasoning were visible throughout. It was some of that home-cooked food that Musashi hadn't seen in years.

But the fishman was stuck on something else entirely. "Your name is Carol?" he would ask, taking the plate, and beginning to take a bite absentmindedly. The taste sensation was something he was not ready for, so he would look at the plate of food for a moment. "Uh-huh! That's my name, Carol Evergreen. What's your name, fishy man?" the young lady would respond. Musashi would continue looking at the food, "I'm Musashi, did your mother make this? It is phenomenal," he would respond and asked in rapid succession.

"Oh yeah, my mom's a great chef. She and papa used to be on a pirate crew, my mom sailed the world's seas in search of the greatest ingredients in the world. But she settled down with papa when she discovered she had it all along. That ingredient was love~" Carol would explain. "Wow that's corny." "Yeah, but she refuses to acknowledge that she retired because she got preggers with me."

Musashi would continue eating until the plate was empty, carrying on idle conversation with Carol. Indeed the flavor of the savory meat complemented the gravy which in turn complemented the potatoes and carrots. He could not think of words to actually describe the taste beyond 'delicious home cooking'.

After he finished swallowing his last bite, the effects of the roast would begin to kick in. Suddenly his entire body, inside and out, felt like it was on fire. Musashi fell onto his back and started to writhe with discomfort. He would let out a blood curtling scream into the night.
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Strength: 48 Speed: 49 Stamina: 25 Accuracy: 26 Fortune: 64


Musashi • Heavy Combat • Thief/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 60 • Beli: 12,500,000 • Location: Blues

Strength: 42 Speed: 17 Stamina: 20 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 24


Scarlet Carnation • Cook • Inventor/Chef • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 3,750,000 • Location: East Blue

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Hannah didn't even have time to respond with her name as the scene quickly unraveled.

As they faced their instigator, Hannah carefully observed the man as he responded to Jake's careful questions. For some odd reason...the man's appearance struck an odd chord within her brain. He looked so familiar to her, yet she couldn't quite connect the dots when Jake had asked the last question. She took in a deep breath as she awaited the answer from the ultimate question, an answer that would clean away any cobwebs.

"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! Get your asses moving! Two red code alerts announced in one day! Fuck it all!"

The scream quickly alarmed her as she jumped up in sudden fright of the commanding voice. She recognized the panicked tone to be from Lieutenant Cook, who had an immense sense of urgency. While the stone partition had blocked both of their views, she could hear numerous footsteps dash across behind the thick walls. The Marine's surprise presence made her turn around for a brief second, accidentally causing her to distract Jake, who was already so focused in watching his target.

The window of time was unfortunately enough to capitalize. The man quickly brought out two black spheres from his pocket and threw it down to the ground. Immediately, a blast of thick smoke emerged and billowed the surrounding, masking the man's current location. Hannah widened her eyes and by instinct, she lurched herself forward towards the man to prevent him from running. However, as soon as she was able to grab what seemed to be a slight hold of his clothing, the man promptly responded by delivering a swift slap from the back of his hand, colliding with her left cheek. Her pain sensors flashed an instantaneous signal for her hand to let go. Quickly thereafter, she fell to the floor from the blow.

She coughed violently as the smoke's thickness clouded her entire vision. She waited for a few more seconds before she could get a better grasp of her surroundings. Stumbling from the unexpected blow, Hannah rose from the floor and walked hastily but carefully towards where she believed the door was. Moving her hand around randomly, she was able to locate the doorknob, in which the metal barricade had already been swung open.

"Over here!" Hannah beckoned to Jake.

As soon as she emerged from the locker room, the smoke no longer obscured her vision. She quickly made her way out of the building and into the square. Taking a quick scan of her surroundings, she saw the man making his escape into the main street. Upon realizing that the streets were busiest during the night, she pursued after him with what strength her legs could muster.

Though, by the time she reached to the main streets, citizens bustled through the publicized road in a high density. She tried to look around for a clear face match, but to her dismay, the amount of people was absolutely numerous. Stomping her right foot down at the ground with frustration, she cursed with vigor as she had lost what seemed to be another lead.

But he hesitated initially at the question of the mayor! That had to be some sort of giveaway, right?

As she waited for Jake to catch up to her, she began to silently contemplate. She wasn't sure of what she was thinking, whether it'd be to come up with a future plan or ways of catching the man again. Either way, she was now back to square one. Ugh, I think I should tell the Crime Unit...that's honestly the best I can offer at this point. May-

Then, some words were caught in her head. However, they weren't words coming from her consciousness, but rather from her surroundings. She slowly lifted her eyes, paying special attention to the conversations that were floating around the streets. Each long chain of conversation that passed by had a certain element and theme to it. After listening for a few seconds, Hannah was able to make the connection as she was able to collect a full grasp of the current gossip in the streets. This was later confirmed as she eavesdropped on two people exchanging dialogue with each other, to which she could only softly repeat after.

"The fishman killed the mayor..."

Well, that son of a bitch. How spectacular. Not in a good way, but not in a bad way either. Justice had been served...but not in a satisfying way. Not in her ideal. Her expression turned stern as she began to dwell once more, somewhat ignoring Jake's current presence. What seemed to be more shocking was the fact that the fishman was able to make the connection between the explosion and the mayor faster than her.

But how...? And not to mention...why kill him?

The fact that the fishman had killed the mayor in what seemingly may have been by brash manner had irritated her to a certain extent. It was good that the mayor died, it answered to every crime he had just committed. However, it wasn't acceptable if the fishman now also took the blame for exploding the theater. It was indeed framing and it had ended up in an unlikely position for the fishman. She began to be quizzical of his current whereabouts and how he was going to handle the entire situation. If the Marines followed their protocol correctly, they would have barred the entire docks to prevent anyone from exiting. By this point, the fishman had no chance of escaping the island. He was stuck until the Marines meticulously dug down and delivered their own method of justice.

She crossed her arms and let out an exasperated sigh. This was a sickening day...maybe she could organize her thoughts more back at her temporary living home. She was currently a tenant for a family of 4, who was nice enough to lend a house to her while she was at the island. She then looked at Jake, who she slightly pitied at his current condition. He looked like a guy who was barely supporting himself. Knowing that the family was very selfless, perhaps an additional meal wouldn't be asking for too much.

Oh, and she did forget one thing.

"In case you didn't read the theater's program, the name's Hannah. So I'm currently a tenant with a family right now. You could swing by with me for some food and help me organize my thoughts I guess...but at this point, I guess the situation has already solved itself if the real criminal is dead. It's up to the Marines to find that "criminal" fishman. I can pay for your food. Your choice though."

Then, she decided to add one more phrase, just to make her offer sound more convincing.

"Oh yeah, the mom cooks excellent food. Best soup I've ever drank from her."
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The sudden sound of Lietenant Cooks’ sharp voice and Hannahs reaction caused Jakes attention to divert slightly from the man in front of him. And it was all their his captive needed to make for his escape.

Blinded by the smoke Jake instictively brought his sword around in a defensive sweep to gaurd against an attack that never came. This gave the man the opening to slip past him.
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Jake made the misstake of inhaling as he reached at where he thought the man was.
Tears filled his eyes and he slouched against one of the walls coughing as the smoke tore at his throat and lungs, and he fumbled blindly without finding the man.

When Hannah cried out, Jake moved towards the direction of her voice, out into clean air outside, where he had to stop and take several wheezing breaths before he could follow after Hannah who in turn was chasing their escapee. It wasn’t quick on his part, the air didn’t have enough oxygen and the pavement seemed to lurch beneath his feet.

Up ahead could he see one of the mainstreets, packed with people, and it was into this mass that their escapee dissapeared before they had even a chance to catch up. Hannah must have lost sight of him too, because she stopped and that allowed Jake to catch up. He took briefly scanned the surrounding but gave up as there were no way to pinpoint their target in the crowd. They would have to figure out something else in order to find him. It was then, when he’d begun to wonder how to do so that he caught onto the murmurs that filled the street.

Mayor, murder, explosion, fishman.

Listening around it became clear that there had been another attack this evening, this time the victim had been the mayor while the presumed perpetrator was a fishman. This was the most depressive news of the evening. Now, nothing mattered anymore. Everything Jake had done up to this point had been rendered completely pointless as there was no way for it to lead to anything of value. And this was the main issue, complete and irreversible failure.

And it had been done so by a vigilante fishman who had put himself above all else by acting as judge, jury, and executioner. Something which made him one notch worse than the marines with their ‘justice’.

It was good that Hannah was there, else he could very well have resorted to self-pity. The prospect of good food and company lifted his spirits ever so slightly and he smiled sadly.
”Thank you.”
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It took several minutes of writhing agony, Musashi spending most of it questioning what combination of spices and meat could possibly make this amount of pain considered healthy. His words were almost incoherent, asides his heightened ability to work through pain. If one of the members of the household were to have attacked him during that time, he was fairly confident he could appropriately act in turn. Thankfully he didn't have to and within minutes, his broken bones were healed over sufficiently to move without discomfort, and his burnt skin was left in a layer of almost dust-like particles overtop a new, shiny and fresh layer.

The shiny layer was not visible though, and he looked grey, as if he was covered in ash. Which he was for all intents and purposes. Moving himself around and removing the bandages, he would find that his body was in better shape for sure. Any bleeding areas were scabbed over nicely, he was like a new fishman! Musashi grinned, "That shit hurt, but I haven't felt this good in a while! It's like I've been reborn from the ashes, like some kind of 8-armed phoenix!" "Oh, you've stopped screaming. Great! I just ran you a bath! Get clean smelly-butt!" Carol would reply to Musashi's revitalization. The haze was thinner in this house, now that Musashi paid attention. Everything was very easily in view in comparison to the haze from earlier.

"Ah, thank you," the monstrous humanoid would reply. Entering the room where their bath was, he noticed that it was quite a primitive setup. Basically just a metal tub the size of a small swimming pool for kids, maybe a bit taller, filled with warmed water. Now normally, he was a bit against being boiled in hot water for basic survival reasons, but at this point, he hadn't been in water for so long he was about ready to keel over and make like a snail and shrivel up.

Musashi closed the door behind himself and within the minute, he was up to his chin in the relaxing properties of warm water. His gills were a little clogged up with skin dust, but it was gone within a few seconds and he inhaled the warm water almost welcomingly. He didn't really scrub himself off, but he was good and clean by the end of a few minutes. He dried himself off slightly, and then got back into his clothes, now the only part of himself showing any signs of wear and tear. Musashi was shiny and new, and now smelled of lilacs. He exited the bathroom, only to walk in on some grim faces, asides Carol's which was happy-go-lucky as ever.

"We only have one question for you," the mother would speak up. Musashi would blink, and sit at the head of the table respectfully accepting their questions despite the otherwise poor-feeling atmosphere. "Alright, shoot," he would respond. Carol would speak up cheerily, "There's no doubt amongst us that the rumors are true, so we're just gonna ask, why didya kill Mayor Baye?"

Musashi was creepily unperturbed by the question, and answered flatly, "He and his daughter admitted to coordinating the theater bombing earlier. Gave the reason of removing a man named Mike's only competition. Didn't need much more info once he called his guards on me and made a break for it. Though I didn't know who I was attacking through the haze. If it had been the daughter, the manor wouldn't have blown up on us, since she rigged her own house and seems to have a universal remote detonation device."

Carol then merrily spoke up in reply, "Oh, okay!" She was scarier than Musashi was, man.

The mother would begin to analyze the facts Musashi was spouting, "So, you got the name uncle Mike? That's the only Mike worth noting, since Mike Baye is the only Director who was any competition for the one running the show earlier, and is the brother of the mayor. Almost seems too much like his idea. Director Baye has a flair for overdoing pyrotechnics, he's got the nickname of "Bombastic" Baye." "Geez, can't anyone related to the mayor not be an idiot? The mayor hires bodyguards who practice synchronized swordplay to the fault of predictability, the daughter blurts out fully detailed secrets at the drop of a pen, and the Director came up with a plan that almost leaves a handwritten signature on the crime scenes." "What about his son?" "Did the girl have a brother? He wasn't at dinner that day."

The conversation went back and forth, almost cynical judgement of the situation was eminating from each end of the conversation. Up until Musashi would speak up on a totally out of left field remark: "Say, why hasn't your dad said anything about this? It's very scandalous, civilians are eating this up, right?" The populace of the room would suddenly stare intently at the man off to Musashi's right, still sitting at the table attentively. As their stares got more intent, Carol's father began to perspire and his eyes got bloodshot. At the climax of the intensity, Carol's father would finally let out what was on his mind, "meep."

His voice was utterly tiny, high pitched, even more so than the little girl in the room's. Musashi let out air in a staggering mannerism from his nostrils, as if holding back his own laughter. "What's up with him?" he would ask, holding back laughter. "Dunno, that's first first thing I've heard him say my whole life," Carol would respond.

The conversation would carry on for a while. Since nobody paid any mind to a homeless girl dragging a big box all the way home through the haze, Musashi's location was totally unknown, and thusly he could keep conversing for as long as it took.
'Dragon Warrior' Suzume • Medic • Doctor/Weapon Specialist/Inventor/Merchant • Crewless • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 167 • Beli: 31,900,000 • L: Grand Line

Strength: 48 Speed: 49 Stamina: 25 Accuracy: 26 Fortune: 64


Musashi • Heavy Combat • Thief/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 60 • Beli: 12,500,000 • Location: Blues

Strength: 42 Speed: 17 Stamina: 20 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 24


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Before she knew it, she was already conversing with the young man as they were walking towards their destination.

"Well, if it wasn't obvious already, I don't live here. In fact, in terms of Blues, I'm pretty foreign. It's interesting to see a change in culture compared to the North Blue." But then again, she lived in a remote island nearly her entire life. This was the first time she went outside the island, let alone the Blues. However, she was careful as she didn't want to go too deep into the details of her past. "I was raised by performers so my entire life is pretty much acting and music. I decided to move on after growing old and realizing that I had some potential. So, here I am. So far, I do like what I'm doing right now. I was hoping that after success with the first show, I could stay here and make some sort of living. But...it seems that's delayed now."

She found it rather surprising that she was able to hold a casual conversation with a complete stranger whom she's only known for approximately an hour. However, she didn't want the entire walk to the house to be entirely awkward. So, she decided to hold up a typical conversation that would occupy the walk there. It'd be treated as some sort of icebreaker. Hannah then decided to let Jake speak as they were approaching the building complex.

Hannah then let her eyes flitter around the building numbers, locating the appropriate one. Walking up the stairs to the entrance, she placed her ear close to the door to try and listen inside. Judging from the voices inside, she could tell that the family was in the lobby having some sort of conversation, possibly finishing up dinner after such a late night. She nodded to Jake as she placed her hand on the doorknob. "Oh, one more thing. The girl is pretty damn high on sugar. But she's so adorable. I'm sure you'll like her." Turning the doorknob, she swung the door open to enter.

"Ms. Evergreen, I'm home! If you don't mind I brought along a guest. Could you treat him for today? I'll pay for whatever the cost." Without even looking at the lobby, she tore away her glittery high heels and allowed them to clink against the floor. She then turned back to Jake and held back her hand as a gesture of presentation. "Welcome. Don't make a mess or you're going to jack up my rent."

It was interesting how she presented the entire family without even looking back to see if they were there. But, she knew they were there. Unbeknownst to her but visible to Jake, she was also presenting Musashi as well.
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To Jake, Hannahs words was more than just a short retelling of her background. She allowed some insight, and Jake took it as a small token of trust, one wich was very much apretiated.
”Performers eh? I can’t imagine what it would could be like to grow up surrounded by music and theatre and the likes...”
Having just recently been introduced to that part of culture Jake really couldn’t, but he imagined it as a bright place, filled with laughter.
”I’m afraid I don’t have much of interest to talk about. I’m just a tenderfoot from east blue, venturing into the world with a borrowed dream.”
Though it was nothing that had been said out loud, it was something Jake had been able to tell from his fathers expression whenever his son took another step forward. Proud, but at the same time sad. Maybe because he saw so much of himself in the young boy who struggled to master the way of the sword. This expression had been all the more evident the day Jake left, and the memory of it served as a constant reminder. A reminder that the dream was his true legacy.
Jakes attention slid inwards as he thought about this. The silence returned and didn’t invite to further conversation. They walked without further conversation until they reached their destination. When Hannah walked up the stairs to the entrance Jake stopped a step behind her and waited for her to enter first. When the door swung open he simply froze where he stood. Present on the other side was someone he had not in the least expected to see.

The fishman he’d met outside of the theatre. The very same who had made himself seem like a good guy by rescuing people from the burning building and come to Jakes defense. Good deeds whose value had been completely obliterated when he’d decided to become a murderer and kill the mayor. It didn’t matter if the mayor had been the man behind the bombing, it had been utterly wrong and an insult.

He didn’t catch what Hannah was saying, not did he pay attention to the family of the house. He had his gaze fixed on the fishman as he took the last step unto the thereshold and into the house.
”You!”, he hissed.
He pointed stright as Musashi and placed the other hand on the hilt of his sword.
”You worthless, deceptive, bottom-feeding mollusc. You have any idea what an outrage you have commited?”
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The conversation carried on for a while until the front door opened up and in poured a duo, one female who claimed to have brought in a guest, and her guest, some guy. Both of them looked vaguely familiar, but straight away the man was confrontational with him. Well it took a moment but they had this moment of direct eye contact that drove any fan of Portable Abominations to feel that battle coming on. Happily Musashi was not one of such people, so that metaphor was a moot point to express the intensity of this guy's glare.

"Uhh... Hi," Musashi spoke up to break the silence. Not even an instant later, the new guy just whipped his index finger forth and caused a dramatic gleam against his fingernail that the monstrous fishman may have been the only one at an appropriate angle to catch, before hissing something at him, that sounded like a letter. Musashi blinked and pointed his finger at himself, "Me?" Somehow this managed to trigger a reaction in the stranger who was looking more like an enemy by the second. A stream of loud and abusive words shot forth like cannonfire until the reason was clear. Musashi was the only fishman on the island, and a fishman killed Mayor Mayor Bayes. It made sense, but one word was getting to him, "Deceptive? I don't remember lying about a damn thing!"

Then he stood up, angrily slamming his hand on the table, before he shouted back, "And who are you calling a mollusk! I'm a crab, dammit!" So Musashi would have to consider his options, this person was angry, but he seemed to know him more than just by a rumor. The monstrous crabman had to think about that day. The details were a bit hazy, so he continued without thinking, "So I killed a criminal, so what? Mayor Baye was a traitor and a scoundrel!" Musashi would sit back down and huff, "I just got done explaining it to these nice folks here. I killed the Mayor because he and his daughter literally spewed out that they committed the theatre bombing. The mayor hired the professionals to rig the place, probably more than just the theatre might I add, and his daughter Karen has the remote to all the rigs and can firebomb just about anywhere they can be found. They did it so that their relative, Mike Bayes, could stay at the top of the anthill."

Musashi finished up with all of that while the little girl in the room had this big grin on her face. "Yeah! Musashi is a hero of justice!" Carol followed up while pumping her fists. "Anyhow, they called their guards on me, and started to flee. I dispatched them and blindly killed one of them since they were fleeing into the haze. Just so happened to be the Mayor. His daughter got away and blew up her own house with me in it. They're probably blaming me for both bombings."

"Yeah! Blame that Karen bitch! She punched me in the face!" "Carol! Watch your mouth!" "But moooooom-" "No buts! You do not say swear words in this household!"

The monstrous fishman would huff and lean against his hand on the table. "I'm not proud of what I had to do. But justice wasn't going to be served any other way. That girl doesn't have a father anymore. But if I get arrested for this, she walks free a murderer and I get placed in jail a hero. You and I both know that that isn't okay. They can charge me for whatever they want, put millions of Beli on my head, but if I go to jail, she wins. My only plan is to escape," Musashi would monologue further, swirling an unknown liquid around in a cup before taking a sip.

He would immediately spit it out. "Agh! What is this crap!" "Aloe extract." "You drink this swill?!" "No, no! That was used in the roast you ate. To help with the burns." "You're supposed to put the aloe on the burns!" "Really? Cuz judging by how easily you took that bath, it worked wonders~" "Gah!"
'Dragon Warrior' Suzume • Medic • Doctor/Weapon Specialist/Inventor/Merchant • Crewless • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 167 • Beli: 31,900,000 • L: Grand Line

Strength: 48 Speed: 49 Stamina: 25 Accuracy: 26 Fortune: 64


Musashi • Heavy Combat • Thief/Weapon Specialist • No Crew • Bounty: 5,000,000 • SD Earned: 60 • Beli: 12,500,000 • Location: Blues

Strength: 42 Speed: 17 Stamina: 20 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 24


Scarlet Carnation • Cook • Inventor/Chef • No Crew • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 13 • Beli: 3,750,000 • Location: East Blue

Strength: 8 Speed: 14 Stamina: 8 Accuracy: 15 Fortune: 11
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