![]() Welcome to One Piece RP. We hope you enjoy your visit. Set sail with your own, unique character in the world of One Piece! Make some friends, join a crew, and sail to adventure! Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| High Stakes, Problematic Gambling; Meanwhile, Elsewhere | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 1 2015, 11:53 PM (3,369 Views) | |
| ♦ Axel | Feb 1 2015, 11:53 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Aggressively Useless
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"I can't believe you enjoy places like this, you have a serious problem." Argos glared at the roulette table, only an idiot spent time around these things. "Nothing wrong with a tad of high stakes, problematic gambling every now and then." Henan smiled as he placed ten million beli on number seven, his partner in this little operation sighing as he took a sip from a glass. "C'mon, daddy needs a new seastone saucepan. Well shit, seven and one are kinda similar if you think and hope hard enough." "Just don't forget why we're here." "You're telling me we're not here to buy me all the cookware I need for the rest of my life? By the way, the guy five o'clock has been eyeing us for the past two minutes." "Yeah, I've noticed. I'd say it's probably more so along the lines of you spending so much money than realising who we are though. Since, you know, it's our job to make sure no one knows who we are. Cool it with the dumb bets ok, I'd rather not attract too much attention." "I wouldn't it past the gal to keep track of guys like us, she's perceptive enough to realise that her title as a Shichibukai isn't stable with all the shit that's been going on recently." The Hall Building, twenty stories of pure entertainment stacked on top of each other including cinemas, amusement parks, ice skating rinks and of course this casino. It really was a modern engineering miracle, all of this powered by the sun and the waves that rolled against Las Arcadas. All of this built from scratch and owned by one Coney Hall, though the world knew her as 'Arcadia'. In fact, she had built almost this entire island from scratch. Rather impressive considering the girl's young age. No wonder the people of this island treated her like their saviours despite her status as a 'dog' of the World Government. The Casino itself was located on the ground floor of this building, a tactical decision to attract problematic gamblers, world nobles, notorious pirates and young children who liked the shiny lights on the slot machines. Coney was a nice girl but she still knew how to pull a staggering profit every year. "Shame that she had to piss off Hague and Pan-chan, this is definitely the best casino I have ever had the pleasure of losing half of my life's savings on. Why do we have to take her out anyway? Wouldn't it be easier to just say 'oh btw ur no Shichi anymore XD' and just leave her be?" "Apparently the decision was that they didn't want her producing any more 'Titanic Weapons', especially with the whole Bright Eyes situation brewing. I'd rather not have to deal with any more maniacs running around with a 'press-here-to-level-island' button myself. The public isn't allowed to know that she's not a member of the Shichibukai until we make sure she's in our hands." "Fair enough, can I buy this casino later?" "No, I'm going to send you to rehab or something after this job is done." "Rude. I didn't realise you were my mother, I always just thought that you were a psychopath who loved killing people. Oh wait, my mother was a psychopath who loved killing people. Huh... Anyway, I heard we're outsourcing work to the marines or something, any news on this shit?" "Check your temper, I know you don't like marines but try not to literally skin them alive again. Do you know how much paperwork I had to fill out last time? Not to mention having to clean up the mess was a nightmare" "Yeah, that was funny. I'm just confused as to why we can't use some of our people, I'd be much happier working with Larsa or even Kazan than some random who could potentially fuck up this operation as well as the lives of a few hundred million people." "Well be nice this time please. Their names are… Eve Senba and… Uncarayne O'Brien? Am I pronouncing that right?" "Who cares?" "Fair point. Their track records seem fine though O'Brien appears to be working with a Bounty Hunting crew right now. That's your specialty, heard of these guys? The Jack of All Trades?" "I don't follow the scene anymore. Sounds familiar though. It's a pretty common phrase how- oh fuck yeah. Suck my dick Argos." The man laughed as he watched the ball land on the number fifteen, earning him a large sum of money in the process.
Hall Building, Top Level "Hello Mr Suhov, Ms Arcadia will be with you in a moment. Is there anything I can get for you while you wait? Water? Tea? Orphan Tears?" Bowing, the female attendant addressed the representative of the Shichibukai 'Igloo'. For some reason this man had arrived here earlier today. The attendant hadn't been told to expect him but then again Coney forgot to tell her a lot of things. For a genius, the female Shichibukai could be really forgetful. "I assume you're here under orders of Mr Kazehara?" |
|
Sami Mohr James Bledsoe The Edge RIP 5ever | |
![]() |
|
| pantherasapiens | Feb 2 2015, 03:26 AM Post #2 |
![]()
ZA WARUDO
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Uncarayne was practically vibrating with excitement as he clung high up to the mast of the ship. Unlike the voyage over Reverse Mountain or the one at Brick Blues, this had been a relatively pleasant voyage indeed! They'd had ample supplies all the way, rationing had been effectively outlawed as a dirty concept, and everybody was too buoyed up by the anticipation of winning it big at the casino to get into scraps or get into other trouble. In effect it had been a very pleasant cruise, and the view as they came neatly in to the dock did nothing to disappoint everybody's unspoken hopes. It was a marvel of construction, even to Uncarayne's trained eyes: twenty stories of gleaming glistening metal and glass, shining amidst the waves like an angel welcoming the weary sailors in. There was a loud cheer from below as the ship docked. The anchor was sunk and the ropes lashed with astounding speed before the sailors emptied themselves out and over the gangplank with alacrity, and Uncarayne made his way down the mast and to his quarters. "You're still here, O'Brien?" said the first mate as Uncarayne made his way below decks. "Just for a moment more, Mizzen!" said Uncarayne cheerfully, ducking into his room. "Just gotta change out of the uniform, you know how it is-" "Hah," laughed Mizzen, his heavy boots clunking on the deck as he headed off of it. "Just remember to lock up when you're done! I'll be at the slots." "Sure!" said Uncarayne happily, and got into his room. He closed the doors and windows, furtively checked everything to be sure he was alone, and only then got his uncle's puzzle box out of where he'd stowed it in his gear. It was really a very handy box; his uncle had hidden the Taka Taka no Mi in it and now Uncarayne had hidden a little slip of paper in it. He unrolled it and read it again, even though he'd already read it so many times that it was starting to fray a bit. "Roulette table, two-three-hundred-five-thirty-five on two," said Uncarayne to himself, briefly pondering scribbling it onto his wrist or something for future reference. Just in case, of course, you never knew! He screwed up his eyebrows in frustration. Why did these Cipher Pol people have to pick such strange things? Why couldn't it be something simple, like one million and one hundred and one on one? He shook his head in mute resignation to the fact that the Cipher Pol had, indeed, decided on this strange method of communication, and put the paper down as he pulled his new gloves on. He snapped his fingers experimentally, and sparks showered from his hands satisfyingly. He beamed, then picked up the paper. One snap later, the paper and all the information on it was ash in the cabin. He collected it all in a little mess tin, bound the tin up with twine, and changed his Marine cap and uniform for something more... casual, and ended up strolling out in a large garishly-coloured shirt and trousers. His bandoleer and spanking new gloves went under the shirt, and his boots stayed on, as did his goggles! As he descended the ship, he crumpled the tin in his fist and dropped it over the edge of the gangplank. It made a tiny splash as it sank into the depths under Arcadia, and Uncarayne followed the path and stepped into the ground level of the Hall Building Casino. It was, for lack of any other word, grand. People bustled here and there amidst a constant undercurrent of buzzing and clinking and talking, interspersed with the sounds of payouts or voices raised in excitement. He beamed and headed for the money changer to exchange his beli for casino chips. "How much, sir?" said the woman at the counter in a bored voice. "Two million, three-" said Uncarayne without thinking before he caught himself - "no, ah, three and a half, yeah! Three and a half million, let me just hand it to you here -" He hauled the beli onto the counter, and the woman efficiently stowed it away without any change in her expression before placing a bundle of chips on the counter before him; three of one colour and five of another. "Millions and hundred thousands," she said, indicating the respective chips as she stated their value. "Is there anything more I can do for you?" Her voice and demeanour indicated that the correct answer to this question was no. "Oh, well, now that you bring it up," said Uncarayne, holding up one of the million-beli chips with a blindingly bright beam, "I'd like you to change this one into some smaller ones..." Ten minutes later, Uncarayne had arrived at the roulette table. It wasn't hard to miss; it was a big table! What had been difficult was getting there with all the different chips he now had stacks of without losing or dropping any of them. He carefully counted out the chips, making sure to put the correct colours of chips out, and put them on the table. "Your number?" said the croupier. "Two!" said Uncarayne O'Brien brightly, finally finished with counting out two million, three hundred thousand, five hundred and thirty five beli on the counter. "All of it on number two!" |
|
Characters
| |
![]() |
|
| ♥ Bright | Feb 2 2015, 03:55 PM Post #3 |
![]()
Wannabe Writer
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez. This was actually happening. She, Lt. Commander Eve Senba was being entrusted with some top secret mission by Fleet Admiral Panikku. The Fleet. Admiral. How had he even heard of her? And why her of all people? There must have been hundreds of Marines, all higher ranked, and more qualified and powerful than she was. Lt. Commander Eve Senba was a speck, a tiny little ant among thousands of others. Yes, she was dedicated to the Marine cause. Yes, she had contributed to it. But even so! The Fleet Admiral! The very fact that the Fleet friggin' Admiral had so much as read her name and signed a bit of paper with it on was enough to make Eve tremble with excitement and more than a little fear. The very first time that she held that bit of paper and read it out - expecting just regular orders - the shock lead her into almost killing a nearby crew member via a burst of static. She had apologized profusely with a red face then stormed into her cabin, bolted the door and reread the message with shaky hands, several times in fact, until she was sure her eyes weren't deceiving her and it wasn't some kind of elaborate ruse. It was there that a huge, nervous gulp had made her throat so very sore and dry. If the orders had come direct from the Fleet Admiral's desk then whatever they concerned must have been big. Like, very big. Bright Eyes was on the loose and the New World was in chaos. The highest authority of the Marines, a world spanning organisation, would not take time out of his schedule just to order a relative nobody to go round up some everyday bandits. Las Arcadas... Ever since receiving the letter, Eve had asked around, both with her crew and the docks they had stopped in along the way. Ultimate land of fun and relaxation, the perfect place to take a vacation. And also home to boundless shady rumors, most hushed of which was that the entire island was, in fact, the pet project of a Shichibukai. In the time it had taken the Blue Pheasant to sail that far along the Grandline, Eve's composure had become more and more grim. She could not help but shake the feeling that one hell of a fight was inevitable. And would she really be up for it? A mere Lt. Commander... a Lt. Commander with the powers of the Goro Goro no Mi. Often she had taken to staring with a furrowed brow at her palm and the electricity she could will to dance within it. That was why the Fleet Admiral had deigned to notice her existence. It must have been. They did not need her: they needed the fruit. It was a painful thought, but one Eve accepted with gritted teeth. Even if she was to them just a weapon, a monster to be unleashed upon rogue elements, then she'd heed that call and perform her duty. What else had she to offer the world? Nothing, at least nothing countless others could offer just as well if not better. No, the only thing Eve Senba had was luck. She was a special snowflake who chanced out and inherited an immense legacy. But whether her power, or the fruit's, her superior's had called and a well of pride had bubbled up within her. As the Pheasant pulled into the neon glow of Las Arcadas, Eve had needed a good hour to calm down and compose herself. Eventually her cool returned and she stepped down the gangplank, practically a changed woman. The words of the letter had been burned into her memory before she had discarded it just as instructed, and care had been taken to procure an effective disguise. Her normally turquoise tips had been dyed an electric yellow and over the weeks she had started to grow a short braid from the back of her hair that reached down to her shoulder blades. Rather than her usual Marine uniform, she opted for a short, black leather, biker styled jacket with a matching black tank top, stylized with a big white 'X'. Baggy, black and crimson pants hung over heavy-steel capped boots, while a pair of tinted shades hid her eyes. Last but not least, her rifle lay hidden in a large guitar case she had slung on her back. "Alright... let's go gamble," Eve breathed as she walked off into the crowd of fun-seekers. The Hall Building Casino was a relatively short walk away from the dock which the Pheasant had landed on, but getting through the crowd and not getting sidetracked by the immense awe of Las Arcadas as a whole was difficult. The place was like nothing Eve had ever seen; an almost unbelievably incredible feat of modern engineering and architecture. Glass and steel everywhere she looked! And boy was it a city with character. Upbeat jazz drifted from open casino doors, children ran around screaming in joy with ice-cream cones and drunken louts stumbled around happily singing karaoke. It was mind-blowing and Eve could have wandered all day if her attention was not demanded elsewhere. At the cashier counter of the Hall Building, she emptied her wallet of notes for the thirteen million, three hundred and twenty-five thousand, one hundred and twenty beli worth of chips she'd need to enact her signal. It was a hefty sum literally and figuratively, but the trust she had been given was even heftier. With a little effort, she dragged it all over to the massive roulette table and dumped it all on thirteen. "Are you sure, madam?" "Absolutely. All on thirteen. I'm feeling lucky." The words had barely left her mouth when a voice, another patron making a bet, floated over the crowd and poked at the memory center of her brain. Eve blinked and scanned the crowd before finding the likely suspect. Goggles, that slight hunch and grin. "...R-Rayne?" Eve muttered. She stalked a little closer and there was no mistaking it. It was a little odd seeing him out of uniform, but the face and build were unmistakable. "Unca!" she happily cried before launching herself at him for a big old hug. "How have you been buddy?! Man, it feels like its been months since we last saw each other! You wouldn't believe all that's been happening, all the things that have changed!" Joyous laughter continued to bubble up, even as she let go and grinned full-on at him. "Sorry, but its been so long! Come on, I want to know everything!" |
|
Characters! | |
![]() |
|
| Spirit | Feb 2 2015, 04:59 PM Post #4 |
![]()
Enemy of the Site
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Nothing for me, thanks." Illya replied absentmindedly. Orphan tears? What the hell kind of place was this? Even Izuru wouldn't have orphan tears in his possession. Granted that the pirate was not entirely aware of who this Shichibukai was, aside from being a great inventor, so it was entirely possible that orphan tears were available in regular supply. "Your assumption would be correct." the doctor continued, keeping his responses short and to the point and as civil as he could. He was here to deal with this Arcadia, not with her underlings, even if dealing with them was necessary. The inventor frowned behind his bandages as he idly bobbed his foot, the brown boot, part of his black and red military style suit, bounced up and down. He really did not care much for being here but the Igloo had wanted him to come here and rescue Arcadia from impending doom, or something like that. He really did not bother listening to the details, something that he now regretted. He knew that he should have paid attention but the events of Gargantifal had really drained him and he did not care much for doing anything after that. Speaking of Gargantifal, the events had certainly showed him where the deficits were in his combat ability and he had used the short time between then and now to try to fix them though with various levels of success. The easiest/hardest, depending on how you thought about it, was changing his weapon, specifically reforging his giant sword into a suit of armour and a spear. A part of him regretted giving up something that he had used for so long but change was necessary for survival and he had embraced it. He could certainly feel the change in the form of several bands of metal around various parts of his body that with a mere thought could encase him in a suit of armour, probably one of his greatest engineering marvels to date. The spear, leaning against the wall by his side, took more getting used to and he had yet to get fancy with it, having learned the basics, enough to use it in battle but not enough to excel. For that he had improved his use of his devil fruit, though he doubted that he had reached the pinnacle of its use yet. The one armed man could not help but yawn, his hand going up in front of his mouth. He had gotten up early today to make himself presentable before coming here and the lack of sleep was catching up to him. He had hoped to be in and out of this building in a short amount of time but clearly that was not going to happen, not that he really expected it would. The building, and the island, were truly an impressive feat of engineering and a part of him was somewhat eager to meet the person responsible if only to try to get the secrets out of them to apply to his plan of world domination, whenever that ended up happening. Perhaps he should have sent word of his arrival, maybe that would have sped things up, but seeing as how he knew so little about Arcadia, he was not sure what would work best. Some people liked spontaneity, some didn't. So far it seemed like this Shichibukai did not. Not a lot of people did, really. The sitting room certainly fit the image of a rich casino owner with a beautiful view outside the windows, one that Illya enjoyed now that he was not floating on a ship in mid air. The room certainly made him wonder what kind of person Arcadia was or if this was just for show. Either way, he hoped the meeting would take place soon. He was getting hungry. |
|
Characters Obnoxious Signature
| |
![]() |
|
| ♦ Franky | Feb 2 2015, 06:41 PM Post #5 |
|
Old Sea Cyborg
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
After the events of Sicilie, William took his time to rest, but it was necessary to resume work at some point, and so he did. They had earned a lot of money on Sicilie. In fact, it was the first time that the crew had that much cash influx, so their usual ways of investment had quickly proven to be quite ineffective. The Jacks of all Trades needed new horizons to earn cash, and it was William’s job to scout such opportunities. His ability to fly along with his navigational skills had come handy in this task given that he was able to cross from island to island relatively easily. He scouted all the nearby locations first, but most of them proved unsuited to their needs. Boin Archipelago, Plantenal Island and Little Garden had been particularly enjoyable, since William had more taste for adventure in the wild than for his task. He also liked the relaxation in the resorts of Kyuka Island. However, his new responsibility as Captain of the crew kept him from spending any significant time enjoying himself, and pushed him to search more thoroughly. He wondered how long that sense of responsibility would last. He would sooner or later have to let loose in a fight or go search for some sort of treasure in order to keep his sanity and be a good captain. After a long journey, and the help of some maps, William finally stumbled on an island that seemed civilized enough to offer some good trade opportunities. Meanwhile, he had taken care to dispatch his underlings to smaller potential targets using the den den mushi. He had to pay a hefty sum for long distance calls, given that he only has a baby den den himself, but he supposed it was worth it. Las Arcadas was quite the gem for a merchant. There were so many opportunities that he was a little confused over them if he were to be perfectly honest. It was a good thing that he had enough time to think and plan while Raine brought one of the crew ships to the island. Or so he thought in the beginning. Every which way he tried to invest; he would be referred back to the same place: The tower of the Hall Corporation. It came to the point where he started believing that the head of that company was actually a shichibukai, the way everything around here seemed to be completely knit together. By the end though, he had found a few independent establishments ready to sell. It was too little for his own liking though, and their owners seemed to be a little too glad to be able to sell, which wasn’t a great sign. He had decided to wait for Raine to arrive before making any decisions though since she had a way about her of gathering information and dealing efficiently with these kinds of decisions. He’d been staying in an inn at the outskirts of the north district. Though William liked the luxurious feel of the island, he wasn’t about to spend his money here like a tourist. It had been difficult to find a cheap place to stay in the center of the northern district, and by that, I mean a place that he didn’t deem outrageously expensive, so he settled in the outskirts, which made his work more difficult. He anticipated Raine’s arrival today, which was good, since the sooner this business would be done with, the happier he would be. He had heard rumors that the southern district was full of fat bounty pirates, so he wanted to finish his business and go over there to beat up some of them. Let off some steam. He was so far into the grand line now, that he was genuinely wondering if he would be as exceptionally strong as he was in Sicilie, but he would never find out without trying, right? Right now, he was sitting in the inn’s common room, reading a newspaper. He was bored more than usual, since he was just waiting around for Raine today. Apparently, there was a massive war brewing between the Yonko Bright Eyes and the marines in the new world. He would honestly have given much to be there right now, nothing like a good bit of chaos to get a shot at the strongest opponents. Though something told him he wasn’t quite strong enough to achieve anything in the new world yet. The attire he had chosen today was a simple grey musketeer leather suit, complete with a feathered hat and a belt-scabbard for his weapons. Now that his boredom was getting the better of him, he decided to call Raine. He picked up his mini den den and dialed, trying to pick up on her ship. Sure, if she wasn’t close enough the call wouldn’t go, but if he knew his business, she should be in range by now, maybe even in the docks. *puru puru puru puru* When his partner finally picked up, William spoke up : "Hey Raine, It’s William, are you close to the island yet? I’m bored out of my mind over here." Edited by Franky, Feb 2 2015, 06:42 PM.
|
|
“We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.” - Tyrion Lannister Braidbeard Grey Hunter Top Hat
| |
![]() |
|
| Hideo | Feb 3 2015, 04:53 PM Post #6 |
![]()
Now a banana man
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The sound of the damn snail ringing almost made her want to crush the thing on the spot. If not for the fact that it was a living thing then she may have well considered it, but instead she flashed the tiny creature a cold glare that caused it to shiver in its shell as the sounds of ringing began to fade until she gave in and decided to answer. The woman was pretty well aware of who would be on the other end of this call, after all only other members of the crew should have had access to this line and she was certain that the others didn't really have anything to talk about. It could only be William. Her face contorted for a moment, not in disgust or hatred or anything like that just a bit of annoyance. "Hey Raine, It’s William, are you close to the island yet? I’m bored out of my mind over here." Nothing of importance to say, huh? "Calm down you damn drama queen. I just pulled into port, and for your sake I hope you do manage to stay in the right mind." She hit the button to close the call now as she began to step on to Las Arcadas. It seemed they had come out pretty far into the Grand Line for the purpose of making due with the profits from their last adventure on Sicillie. The woman stretched her arms and legs, most notably her left arm more than anything else had been the focus. It had only been a few days since she was allowed to take off the bandages and sling that had previously restrained her movements and while she could have been stubborn and removed them sooner in order to resume her normal work out routine the woman found herself under watch by the doctors of their crew that had been there to patch up the mangled mess of an arm to begin with. As such, she spent a large portion of her time not doing anything and that was more than enough to put her on edge. She pulled away at the shoulder armor for a moment, taking a look at the still fresh scar running down from her shoulder. The only exception had been in the past couple of days in which she was able to spend her time doing what she did second best, researching. This island was interesting in the sense that it was man constructed in the form of several square shaped districts, their current location being the northern portion in order to visit a casino or something or another. None of that really concerned her though, what was really interesting was instead the information that lead her to believe that a Shichibukai was actually in charge of this place. It was a bit of an open secret but with enough digging any idiot could gather enough pieces to put together a coherent portrait. Was a shame that they worked for the government now though, there would be nothing to gain but trouble from trying to fight a person like that. Much like William though, she was pretty interested in cutting loose a bit, possibly finding a worthy enemy to give her a rush. To be fair though she was still coasting off of the rush from slaying the Don of Sicillie in cold blood. Apparently one of the districts south of here however was pretty well known to be full of scum and wanted men, maybe she would head there once they were done with this. Business before pleasure and all that. She considered just leaving it up to William but considering he had asked her to come out here specifically for help with this along with the fact that she was still supposed to be keeping an eye on him for the rest of the crew made that not an option. Coming prepared though, the woman wore her newly repaired set of armor to the island. It had taken some time for it to get fixed after being ripped apart by Valentine on Brick Blues but it was good to be back into some normal attire. Sure, that suit from before was nice, but just not her. Walking through the town now she began to realize that there was one issue however. She had forgotten to ask William where he was or where to meet up. No matter. She took out the snail again and began to call. "I'll meet you at the entrance to the Hall Building. Please don't make me wait." That was about all she said before hanging up and making her way toward the impossibly large building. As she began to walk out of the docks she could already make out a few people noticing her. It was bad enough that she held a reputation before but after what happened on Sicillie there was a chance that even more people had the name Raine Argose. Clenching her teeth the woman passed through an empty alley before going on to the main streets. While in the alley she changed her snow white hair into a het black and manipulated the style of it much the same as she had done in the past. This time she opted for short and somewhat wavy with several bangs hanging off at the front to cover her eyepatched eye and hide it from view. The armor would still stand out, but it was a step in the right direction. Obscurity was more her thing anyway. |
|
Characters
| |
![]() |
|
| ♦ Axel | Feb 5 2015, 02:54 AM Post #7 |
![]()
Aggressively Useless
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Am I the only one who though Ilya was a girl's name? No? Just me? Ok." Mac lounged on the coach, feet on the table like he owned the place. Technically, he owned like a small bit of the place but that was more like half a tile on the third floor. The room on the top floor of the Hall Building was supposed to be a large office for Arcadia to work in but had more or less degraded into a lounge room for the core part of her crew to hang out in and occasionally make decisions. "You know, it would really be beneficial if you learned to simply stop talking." Missy yawned, playing with whatever latest game was out on her Gintendo BS (pls no sue Nintendo). The eighteen year old girl glared at the screen, noticing the 'Game Over' sign and put the device down before picking up another console and booting it up. "I'm bored, where'd Coney go anyway? Apparently the one arm dude's just been sitting there for a while now." "Apparently she's gone to feed Nom Nom Chan though that was about thirty minutes ago, you don't think she got eaten did she? This is terrible… I don't want to live in a world where Mac is in charge… Someone please save her." Bobby stared at the ground, it appeared he was having another panic attack. It was a pretty common occurrence around these parts. "I'll beat the shit out of you Bobby. Also she's twenty-fucking-four years old. I'm sure she'll be fine, Jacob was down with her anyway right? Rhythm, you know things. Is Jacob down there?" The girl who Mac addressed simply shrugged, she was completely engrossed with the music she was listening to. "I'm not dead yet, probably. If I did die that means the regeneration formula actually works which is surprising since I made that as a joke." A girl with long, brown hair entered the room from an bookcase that worked part time as an elevator. "Anyway, Jane send in Minizuru." The doors opened along with the attendant and Ilya. Jane bowed before closing the doors after the one armed man passed through, being seated on a chair directly across Arcadia's desk strewn with various pieces of paper and other pieces of miscellaneous scrap. "Nice to meet you Ilya Suhov. I'm just going to call you Ilya, it's probably easier that way. You can call me whatever you want really, I don't particularly care. Now, let's get down to business shall we? Actually, there's something you should probably know first." Arcadia punched a few buttons on a panel by the side of her table causing a giant screen to descend. Multiple live feeds from security cameras flooded the screen, displaying close up shots of Argos, Henan, Eve and Uncarayne at the roulette table. "The World Government wants my head, they're already at my door so you picked a very poor time to visit. Things could go from peaceful to chaotic very fast so you should be wary of that though I'm sure you're more than capable of fending for yourself." "Now, what do you want? An alliance? Funds? Favours? I'm always open to do business." "Oh great, look. One of them is making a scene and the other one can't string basic numbers together. Are you sure we can't just pretend that we don't know them and carry out this mission by ourselves? We're certainly capable of it." "No. Unfortunately for you their personalities come with a pair of Devil Fruits that Hague finds particularly interesting. So you'll just have to bear with all this." "Fine. At least let me have one more round of fun with these two. Croupier! Ten million on six. Let's go out with a bang." The attendant nodded, taking all the bets before letting the ball drop. It eventually landed on twenty, causing Henan to shake his head before collecting the rest of his chips and heading to the cash-out venue. Argos in turn nodded at both Uncarayne and Eve to follow him before heading to the quietest section of the casino. Henan soon also arrived, his wallet slightly lighter than when he had entered. "Nice to meet you Lt. Commander O'Brien, Lt. Commander Senba. My name is something or other but that's not important. Just call me Argos, everyone does. My partner here is named Henan and I'm sure you both know exactly who we work for so I'll spare you that much. Now, let's get on with the important part. What we're doing is something big, if successful it could catapult your career forward in directions you never thought possible." "And if you fail your career will be dead in the water. No pressure though." "It's harsh but it's true. This is a make or break moment. People would kill for what you have right now, don't fuck it up. Though firstly, here." The man produced two envelopes from his jacket pocket, one addressed to Eve and the other to Uncarayne. "Inside you'll find repayments for the money you bet on at the table." "Should put it all on odds if you ask me. They've been falling on odds all day." "Don't do that. Anyway, let's talk logistics. Firstly, everything you're about to hear is in confidence. I could make you sign documents and whatnot but that's a waste of everyone's time. I'm just going to assume you have the integrity to not mess things up. Here." The CP9 agent handed each of the marines a document and a baby den den mushi. "The den dens are wired so that they only talk between each other as well as the ones that Henan and I already have on us. Now please take a look at the document." The document was simply a large compilation about information on Arcadia, detailing everything from age to dietary habits. It was a collection of everything anyone in the World Government had ever discovered about the Shichibukai over he tenure with them. "Arcadia has become a problem, Pan-chan has decreed that we need to remove her before she does anything world breaking. I'm not sure if you guys have heard of the 'Titanic Weapons' before, they're just a bunch of weapons that Arcadia built with the power to destroy whole islands if they wanted to. We don't know how many are in existence but we currently two. The problem is the other weapons that are owned by groups like the Fishmen Mafia and even Bright Eyes. Arcadia is selling to the highest bidder and unfortunately that's not always us. She's no longer an asset to the World Government, she's a liability. The orders are pretty simple, catch her alive and take her in. All without anyone noticing. That last bit might be a bit difficult though." "Ok, you two make your way to the nineteenth level, it's the highest floor the elevators will take you but the route you take is up to you. When you're there gives us a shout through the den den." |
|
Sami Mohr James Bledsoe The Edge RIP 5ever | |
![]() |
|
| pantherasapiens | Feb 5 2015, 07:53 AM Post #8 |
![]()
ZA WARUDO
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Thanks," said the croupier in the same dry, bored tone as the woman at the counter had, and Uncarayne felt unreasonably snubbed. It wasn't like two million and a bunch of numbers was a very big sum, but it was still a lot, wasn't it? His chips were summarily cleared away and the croupier took another bet, and Uncarayne settled in to watch the ball fall, pouting a little bit as the other patrons of the roulette wheel also began placing their bets. One of the voices stirred up something in Uncarayne's head, and he perked up, turning just in time to receive over a hundred pounds of excited woman in a giant hug. "Eve!" he said, just as happily, and in the background there was a murmur as the other gamblers' attention was distracted by them. The croupier said something sharply to get somebody's attention. He held her for a moment before extending his arms to hold her at arm's length while she excitedly chattered and he took a proper look at her. Oh, she'd definitely changed all right, and in all the good ways too! "Aw, just look at you! And I've been very well, you wouldn't believe what happened, it's been absolutely amazing! See what I told you, about telling stories, it's great isn't it! We have got to find somewhere to properly tallllll... oh, right," he trailed off, quickly muting himself to somewhere within acceptable indoors levels. "Maybe after the, um, I'm a bit busy at the moment, you know..." he trailed off again with an awkward look, not sure at all if Eve was in on the mission. Didn't want Cipher Pol to get on his case for leaking! Fortunately, as it turned out, she was, which made it all the more awesome! A couple of people appeared unobtrusively from inside the crowd - well, you really couldn't call it unobtrusive when you'd just blown ten million on a bet, but that just made it all the more impressive! "Right! Henan, Argos, Argos, Henan," repeated Uncarayne after the agent, pointing from one agent to the other as he memorised their names and faces. "Awfully grateful for the opportunity!" He beamed as they went on, though somewhere deep inside there was a definite feeling of a block of ice, just getting bigger and heavier with every additional sentence out of their mouths. Not that all of that hadn't been implied the moment he got that Cipher Pol note, of course. Everybody knew the stories about them - the official ones, and more importantly the unofficial ones. And it was the unofficial ones that got repeated the most, because they had all the juicy details that made you have to stay up all night trying to go to sleep even though there were strange and unfamiliar noises in the wind... He fixed the beam on his face, accepted the envelope and pocketed it without looking inside, and then accepted the documents and the tiny communications snail as well. He tucked the baby den den mushi away under his shirt in an empty bandoleer pouch, but kept the documents in hand, quickly skimming it. Arcadia, huh. That was a fancy name. Uncarayne riffled quickly through the document, and found the photo of the woman. She didn't look particularly dangerous, but of course you couldn't judge a book by the cover and anyway it was more the things she built that were dangerous, rather than she herself! He nodded firmly at the agents, beaming all the while. "We'll do it!" he said with conviction, patting Eve on the back reassuringly. "Won't be a problem at all, promise!" He scanned the room quickly, looking for the elevators, and found them off to one side; unfortunately, a number of people were already standing there, waiting for the elevators to arrive. "Elevators, stairs, or...?" he said to Eve, nodding at the elevator. There would probably be stairs nearby, which would be less used, but nineteen floors up was a long climb. |
|
Characters
| |
![]() |
|
| ♥ Bright | Feb 5 2015, 09:08 AM Post #9 |
![]()
Wannabe Writer
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
All the tension and the fear that had been building up in the pit of Eve's stomach to prick at her heart melted away. Simply seeing her old friend was better than a paid vacation for reducing the accumulated stress of the ride here. That pressure had been weighing her down ever since receiving that letter, but Eve quickly realized that the coincidence of them meeting their under those specific circumstances was too great and she had a very strong inkling that the two would be working together. Knowing that smashed every ounce of force pushing down on her shoulders into so much weightless dust. "I'll bet. I've got a few 'you wouldn't believe it' tales too! Buuut..." She grinned at his hesitation and gave him a playful, all-too knowing jab in the ribs with her elbow. "Someone got a bit of private business to take care of, hmm?" It was too much to not wink at him conspicuously. "Don't worry. I've got a pretty strong feeling we're both in the exact same boat." The pilots of said boat then took the time to make themselves known. Eve followed them, as casually as she could and leaned against a slot machine as all revealed. Her eyes gradually widened beneath her shades. "We're actually going after a Shichibukai?!" she hissed. Despite the presence of her friend, that pressure started to push down again. Really, she should have seen something like that coming. CP9, the Fleet Admiral, they didn't get involved unless they had to. "That's..." The envelope was incredibly light despite the sum it contained. Eve stuffed it unceremoniously into a jacket pocket. The intelligence file on the other hand, was laden with pictures and thick reports. Eve hadn't the time to read it thoroughly, but did take a quick skim. Apparently Arcadia was fond of sweet potatoes among other things. Innocent on the surface, but the depths of the paper's showed her wickedness. There must have been - and could potentially be - countless victims to the weapons this woman produced and sold without restriction. Eve Bright Eyes, probably W.G. enemy number one at the moment. A solemn gulp made Eve's throat bulge, but she pocketed the papers and would have saluted had the gesture not been against the low-profile protocol. "Understood. We'll get it done. I... can't guarantee everything will be so subtle, but..." They must have known as well as Eve did that her Devil Fruit powers weren't exactly suited to stealth operations. Massive flashes and thunderclaps rarely went by unnoticed. "...I'll take every precaution to try keep it like that. One way or the other, Arcadia leaves this island in World Government custody." Then came the mission itself. Apparently, Argos and Henan had a particular operation in mind, and it would be best to try stick to it as closely as possible. They knew far more about the target, the location and what kind of security she had. Eve would have to trust them as much as she trusted that of her own abilities and those of Unca's. Which meant getting to the nineteenth floor, preferably sooner rather than later. Elevator would naturally be the way to do that, but as Unca pointed out the queue for them would take several trips to clear. The stairs were also an option, but that was both time consuming Eve felt the need to preserve as much energy as physically possible. Her eyes lingered back towards the exit. Strictly speaking, they could both now scale the side of the building with relative ease, but there was a good chance of being spotted and Eve was reluctant to make flagrant use of her powers unless there was need. Minor use, however, played perfectly with the rules of the game. "Just wait here a sec," Eve told him while hanging around the back of a row of slot machines positioned close to the elevator hub. It didn't take long for the ding of the elevator to ring out, and the people surrounding it all leaned in closer, eager to get in before their neighbors. Just before the doors slid open, Eve glanced around then softly bumped her fist against the slot machine. A spark buzzed into it and several of its neighbors and an instant later the things were rattling away, the jackpot lights and klaxons blaring while each spat out piles and piles of coins that overflowed onto the floor. "C'mon, now!" she said in a hushed tone to Unca. Keeping her head down, she strode over to the elevator... as the crowds of greedy tourists once surrounding it flocked to the apparently malfunctioning machines in a desperate bid to scoop up some free winnings. The elevator was empty save for a few older souls when Eve stepped beyond its doors. She fixed them with a cheery smile and received one in turn as she poked at the "19" button. |
|
Characters! | |
![]() |
|
| Spirit | Feb 5 2015, 10:05 AM Post #10 |
![]()
Enemy of the Site
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
After what seemed like half a day, the attendant had finally came to get him to take him to the office. Getting to his feet, Illya could not help but stretch to work out the kinks in his body. A week or so was not nearly enough to fully recuperate from Gargantifal. The stretch also served a secondary function of showing anyone that saw it that he was completely at ease. It wasn't that he wasn't at ease, but it was far from complete. After all, he could easily be killed here at Arcadia's whim, something that he would try very hard to avoid, but as they say, some things were rather unavoidable. In any case, the pirate grabbed his spear before strolling through the door and into the office beyond. Really, it looked less than an office and more like a lounge, complete with several people, two men and two women lounging around while Arcadia herself sat behind her desk, towards which he made his way towards. As the inventor strolled towards the desk, his thuds of his boots muffled by the carpet underneath, the doctor took note of the four people lounging around and he did not particularly care much for what he saw. First, there was the black haired man who lounged about like he owned the place, had a build that suggested that he was the main physical fighter of the group, and looked at the new arrival as though he thought . The one armed man did not like him. Second, there was a blond haired chick who looked like she was engrossed in some sort of electronic entertainment system, wasting her time when she could be doing other productive things. He also did not like her. Then there was a cloaked kid who looked like he would bolt if someone said boo. Illya did not see much wrong with him but he still did not like him. And then there was a green haired chick who looked lost to the world while listening to her music. And the pirate disliked her as well. All in all, Arcadia's crew, for that was what they had to be, were a rather unlikable bunch and the inventor itches to get rid of them. After all, without them, it would be easier to convince Arcadia to take Izuru's offer. Unfortunately, it was very likely that they would be needed to get Arcadia safely off the island. And speaking of Arcadia, she did not look like the inventor had expect. He had expected something exoctic, after all, the Marines wanted pirates to know and fear the Shichibukai, but Arcadia appeared rather plain. Hell, she looked rather average and the doctor was not entirely sure he could have picked her out of a crowd even if he was told that the crowd contained a Shichibukai. With her looking rather plain, it had to mean that she had other ways of making sure that others feared her. As such, it would be best not to offend her too much, not that Izuru would not do a good job of that himself. Sitting down in the chair in front of the desk, the one armed man leaned the spear against the desk as the Shichibukai in front of him began speaking before showing him several screens showing Marine agents in the casino below. While Illya did not remember seeing any of them on his way up, it was no surprise that they were this close already. As such, time was probably of the essence. "The pleasure is all mine, Lady Arcadia and I prefer Illya." the pirate inclined his head slightly all the while keeping his voice and face neutral, the bandages helping with the latter. "As you can very well assume, this is not a personal visit but business proposition and it's the kind where it's rather what you want rather than what we want." the inventor continued, folding his hands on his stomach. "As you explained, the World Government is here to take your head so it is safe to assume that you no longer have the protection afforded to you by being a Shichibukai, a position that you surely will not possess for much longer. It is doubtful that you will escape with your life." the doctor said, laying out the facts. "Fortunately for you, my benefactor, Lord Kazehara, is willing to extend to you his protection. I will let him speak to you on this matter himself." the one armed man finished up, pulling out a den den mushi and putting it on the table before dialing a similar one in the Igloo's possession. "Lord Kazehara, I'm with Lady Arcadia here and I am sure that she would like to hear the proposal from you directly." Illya said into the den den mushi before a familiar voice responded. "Yo, it's been a while nerd princess. I heard you'd gotten yourself into a little trouble, and since you offered me a helping hand back when I was starting out, seems only fair I do the same so I'm here with an offer that should sound pretty familiar though a little reversed. Come work for me, Illya will see to your safe departure from the island and bring you back with him. I keep you safe, you continue your research undisturbed with some extra funding, anything interesting you develop I'll buy from you. Nice and easy right? I'm looking forward to working with you." The pirate could not help but cringing slightly at the words and hoped that even if they offended Arcadia, she would not take it out on him. It was just like the Igloo to leave him high and dry like that. |
|
Characters Obnoxious Signature
| |
![]() |
|
| ♦ Franky | Feb 6 2015, 01:12 PM Post #11 |
|
Old Sea Cyborg
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Will you spank me if I don’t?" William responded with a grin, completely ignoring the fact that she couldn’t see him. After a moment, as no response came: "Hello! Raine?" Only then did he realize the den den was sleeping. He scratched his head in annoyance. Sigh… We didn’t even agree where to meet yet and she already hung up. No matter, she’ll call when she’ll realize it. William stood up, stretched his back and his arms, then cracked his neck sideways and started strutting towards the exit of the inn. A man stood in his way with a tab in hand. Oh, that’s right. Haven’t paid for my meal yet. he gave the man a few hundred beli notes as he passed beside him and continued on his way. Once outside, the Hall Corporation tower was visible even in the distance, towering over every other building on the island. If he were to be honest, William was impressed with the structure. It represented the kind of wealth and prestige that he knew without a doubt that his late brother had been striving for, the kind of influence that would go with flashy titles like Shichibukai or Seaknight. He hadn’t tried to be admitted in the tower yet. Rather, he chose to learn what he could from the outside, and confirm just how much merit this rumor that a Shichibukai was at the top of the building had. He also took to reading newspapers a lot lately. Not just because he was keen on being informed on the war centering in the New World, which will probably spill over here sooner or later, but because he was looking for that key piece of information that would give him an idea of which Shichibukai owned this place. So far the only clue he came up with was that there was a Shichibukai named Arcadia – almost like this island – and even that was from an old newspaper. Other Shichibukai were mentioned constantly for having to do with incidents in the New World, but this one was in radio silence, which kept William thinking more and more that they are in still in Paradise. Right then, as William walked towards the center of the north district, guided by the looming shadow of the tower, his snail rang: *puru puru puru puru* William picked it up from inside his jacket, and then spoke: "Yeah, I figured that’s where we’d me…". She hung up again, huh? Why does she have to be so tense like this? he thought grumpily as he continued on his way. Whatever… I’ll prank her to let off some steam later. The way to the Hall Corp wasn’t short, but William got through it eventually. It was the kind of building literally no one can miss, even if they were absent mindedly thinking about something else. He had, actually found himself in a couple of dead end alleys at one point, but after that he steered away from alleys all together, and soon found himself where there weren’t many alleys in the first place. Finally, he found himself in front of the main entrance of the building. As soon as he met Raine, William removed a folded paper from the inside of his Jacket and handed it to her with along with his greeting: "Did you miss me? you didn't think I was really doing nothing of import all this time, did you? That's the contract I plan to propose to the owners of this place, but showing up alone without my partner didn't seem like the way to go." He stopped talking for a second, and then he added: "I'm interested to know if our guess who that owner might be are the same though." Edited by Franky, Feb 6 2015, 06:46 PM.
|
|
“We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.” - Tyrion Lannister Braidbeard Grey Hunter Top Hat
| |
![]() |
|
| Hideo | Feb 7 2015, 11:00 AM Post #12 |
![]()
Now a banana man
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
It was interesting the types of people you'd see coming both in and out of this establishment. It seemed that both the wealthy and the poor alike were drawn to financial opportunities that this place could provide. Of course there was the occasional person getting kicked out once they're funds ran empty but that was none of her business. She tapped her foot impatiently, awaiting the arrival of her ally at the entrance to the casino and soon enough he would arrive wearing that same dumb grin as he usually did. She supposed she should have expected that much, after all it hadn't been that long since he left to come here. "No, I can't say that I did if you want me to be honest." She responded to his question of her missing his presence. For the most part she didn't interact with much of the crew after the Sicillie events outside of the occasional hello or running into them on the ship. If anything she tried to stay as far away from Carlos and his new 'ability' as possible. She took the paper that he handed her while lifting an eyebrow. She had an idea of what he was out here doing with their money but never actually got the opportunity to look it over. She decided to take the liberty now of actually giving it a thorough once over though. To be honest, she was a bit impressed, everything seemed neat and in order, the cuts for the profit were rather fair but still favored their crew a bit in the long run. She was no business expert, in fact pretty much all of her skills boiled down to hunting things and killing things so she could be totally wrong on all of this. "Not bad. You may have some use after all." She joked while leading the way into the building. there was no point in standing around outside. The place was lively enough to where they could discuss things between themselves inside without worrying about anyone trying to overhear their conversations. Stepping inside the place was well...what you'd expect from a casino to be honest. Machines, chips, tellers, the works. The location just seemed to make everything on a much more grandiose scale, and of course there was the need for much more security. The woman's eye jumped from left to right and could quite easily point out the tactical positions of said security should a situation arise. She sighed. Easing up a bit. They weren't even here for anything like that and here she was being on edge about everything. This was purely business. "If you mean the Shichibukai known as Arcadia, then yes we would be on the exact same page. Honestly it didn't take much digging to come to that conclusion." She said rather bluntly as they continued in to the main floor. To be honest this was only her second time being in a place like this. The last time her job being to kill someone that frequented the place every week on Tuesdays. "You seem like you'd enjoy games of chance like these. Ever come to a casino, Will?" |
|
Characters
| |
![]() |
|
| ♦ Axel | Feb 10 2015, 03:32 AM Post #13 |
![]()
Aggressively Useless
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"One L, two L's. Who cares, it's all the same anyway." Mac muttered in the background, not really caring if the one armed gentleman heard him or not. Everyone was far more transfixed on the voice of Izuru Kazehara and how Coney would react from it. "Interesting, you and popsicle would be willing to turn your back on the World Government for little ol' me? I can't tell if that's very courageous or foolish of you." The girl glanced at the monitors again, keeping tabs on the movement of multiple individuals in her complex. "It's gonna be tough getting us out of here the traditional way. The marines have been sending more or more infantry under the guise of hunting for a group of lowlife pirates or something. Breaking through the line with all the people in this room is perfectly possible in the same sense that it's perfectly possible to hit the jackpot on the slot machines that I rigged. However…" Punching a few buttons on her keyboard, Arcadia pulled up a map of the Hall Building and the entire island. "Well, when I rebuilt the island into what it is today I put in a little backup that I could use. There's a metal tube that's large enough for a person to walk through underneath the island. It's been about ten years so there's a chance it could be flooded but it's a lot safer than running a city of thieves and men in white." "So… Before we do this I need solid confirmation. If we take this path Pan-chan will not be happy with you and your boss. This could even be classified as treason or whatever those old men call it these days. I hope you understand the ramifications Illya. If you agree I'm sure we can work together." Argos leaned against a metal pillar, far away from anyone who could hear him except for Henan of course. Pulling out his baby den den, he estimated that the two marines should be out of the elevator by now in the large restaurant level. Due to the spread out nature of level nineteen, it was rather basic for them to find a place to stand aside and take the call without raising too much suspicion. "Alright, I take it you guys are at the restaurant district level already. Henan and myself are already in our positions so we'll just wait on you guys to follow through with these instructions and we'll be all good to go." The agent glanced at Henan who was currently sharpening a knife, a habit he had picked up in an orphanage as a child. The area around them was rather dark, allowing them to hide from out of view of most normal people rather well. "Ok, if you head west, near the end of the building there should be a stand that sells basic street food. Once there, head to the wall of the building and follow that until you reach a door. It's usually locked pretty well but there's a gap that I'm sure one of you can get through and unlock. Make sure no one catches you since that would be pretty bad but that place is usually pretty unpopulated so that shouldn't be too hard in itself." "Inside, you should find a bunch of electronics. This is connected to the main generators. One of you two is capable of overloading that generator, which will either break the fuse or even better it'll just destroy the generator itself. The power will go out for a brief second or so before the backup generator kicks in but that's what we want. It's far less powerful than the main generator, so while it'll keep everything lit there's not enough power going around to support the security cameras. Right now, Arcadia has the heavy advantage because she can keep a tab on our location. If we take that out, we'll be on even footing. But you have to be fast. If you're too slow, she'll catch on and we'll be dead. We're on nearby but not close enough to really help if shit hits the fan. Good luck." The casino had come alive in the last few moments. Mainly because a small fight had broken out at the blackjack table. Small fights weren't uncommon in this area, especially when pirates were involved so management usually let them resolve themselves unless bystanders were in immediate danger of being hurt. "Who do you think I am punk? My name is Penn S. Mann, Penn for short, and I have a bounty of 50,000,000 and an excellent ability to provide pointless exposition that doesn't sound too forced into the main storyline or something like that. Now, Captain Hook R., a man with a bounty of 45,000,000, do you really wish to throw down arms here. I am clearly numerically superior to you, bounty wise." "Umm, can you drop this and let me go back to the table. I have my child's college fees riding on this game. Also I'm not this Captain Hooker or whatever that is, my name is Geoff and I'm a merchant from Osula." "You won't trick me. I was awarded a degree in master detective-ness in college." Penn S. Mann grabbed Geoff by the collar and threw him onto the table, scattering the chips onto the floor. The majority of the people on the table simply picked up their possessions and moved to another table. "I've got you now! My 50,000,000 beli bounty of cruelty knows no bounds. Hahahahaha. Haha. (choking sounds). Hahaha. Ha…" |
|
Sami Mohr James Bledsoe The Edge RIP 5ever | |
![]() |
|
| pantherasapiens | Feb 10 2015, 05:34 AM Post #14 |
![]()
ZA WARUDO
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"That," said Uncarayne in an awed undertone as the doors slid closed behind them, "that was a really neat trick!" He refrained from asking follow-up questions, like How did you do that? or Can you do it again?; those would have to wait for a little later when they were more properly alone. He'd slipped into the elevator when the mass of people waiting for it had darted away, hungry to get at some of the stray winnings that had come pouring out of the machine Eve had thumped. While the elevator wasn't quite completely empty now, it was hardly the crowd he'd anticipated! There was a soft shaking as gears spun and the elevator began rising upwards, and Uncarayne stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaning on the wall of the elevator and staring outside as the floors rolled by outside them. The elevator itself was one of those fancy ones with double-layered glass walls held together by metal struts and screws. Very prettily put together, and very clean - Arcadia certainly didn't skimp on her janitorial staff - but that meant the walls were very see-through and very reflective! Uncarayne studied the elderly people - it was a Cipher Pol thing, you couldn't be too paranoid, right? - but they seemed perfectly innocuous. Of course, it was an elevator, and the thing to do was to stand and talk to nobody and just listen to the piped-in jazz, but still... The elevator came to a stop some floors later with a soft ding and its doors slid open smoothly. The elderly people shuddered to life, mincing their way out of the elevator as the elevator was filled with the noise of more coins and ringing machines. It could have been mistaken for just another part of the casino, except that this time they were cashiers' machines and the coins were for the payment of food - there was a whiff of spiced meat that got cut off as the elevator closed, leaving Uncarayne alone with Eve to ascend towards the 19th floor of the complex. "That was really cool!" said Uncarayne, turning away from the wall to face Eve, in an enthusiastic tone almost as soon as the doors closed. He was already digging under his shirt for his bandoleer, fishing out and putting his gloves on. "How'd you do that? No, wait, let me guess, you've picked up the art of frightening machines from some old hermit on a mountain, right?" He grinned hugely, flexing his fingers in the gloves and testing their fit. They were still new, but Uncarayne looked forwards to breaking them in! "Or, wait, wait, you found out you're part fishman and there's a special Fishman Gambling Karate technique?" The elevator dinged again, the doors sliding open and putting an end to any further conversation. There was a large number 19 printed conveniently on the wall opposite them, and he stepped smartly out. "Right, let me just call them -" he said, fishing out the baby den den mushi right in time for its eyes to fly open and it rang - "Oh! Uncarayne here, hello Argos! Just a moment -" he said in a hushed but happy voice, and he held up the baby den den mushi so Eve could hear it too, and he repeated back the instructions under his breath. "Street food at the west, follow the wall and get through door, electronics. Right, right. Smart's the word, no problem!" He nodded at Eve, then, and looked around. There didn't seem to be any cameras there that he could see, but still... He flattened himself against the wall, moving up from there to the ceiling. He beckoned to Eve before he began running along the ceiling towards the direction where all the food smells were coming from - why hadn't Argos used that as a direction rather than "west"? - but circled back down to the wall and popped out of that just before he turned the corner towards the stall. It simply wouldn't do to be caught by the owners or patrons at all as he slid along past them on the ceiling! It was a very pungent stall indeed, it and its neighbours; not that they were doing very brisk business, situated on the 19th floor as they were. For their part, the merchants made only the most desultory attempts to get Uncarayne's attention, and he easily waved them goodbye as he strolled past them and headed for the wall, following it along... Ah, he thought, there was the door. He looked around to see if there was anybody watching apart from Eve, and gestured for Eve to stand at the door. In a flash, Uncarayne had put up a wall that blocked off the entire corridor between the door they were at and the street food stand; it wouldn't be visible from around the corner, and if it came crashing down then they'd know somebody was coming for them, right? He looked at the door - it was heavy steel, much too thick to cut through without making a lot of noise, and very solidly constructed; through it he could feel a muted rumble. But Argos' information had been correct - there was a little gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, but only a very little one! Big enough for Uncarayne, though... He flattened himself against the floor and slid easily in. As he passed under the door, the muted rumbled surged to an all-out roar, and he emerged into a heated room full of whirring and rumbling noises; there were odd blinking lights here and there, but nothing that really lit anything up. He quickly opened the door to let Eve in, and in the small crevice of light that was let in with her he found wall switches and flicked them. Ceiling lights came on, and he shut the door behind Eve... They were standing in a giant multi-levelled room, on the top-most level. It was a platform of steel, with railings and stairs going downwards to the bottom of the room - which Uncarayne couldn't see the bottom of because it was shrouded in steam and the heat vapour was making his sweat drip into his eyes. "I guess this place really does need that much power!" shouted Uncarayne at Eve, his hands cupped over his mouth to amplify his voice; it was the only way to be heard over the overpoweringly loud whirs and rumbles of the giant machinery. "Any ideas?!" |
|
Characters
| |
![]() |
|
| ♥ Bright | Feb 10 2015, 08:01 AM Post #15 |
![]()
Wannabe Writer
![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
|
No wonder the elderly couple seemed so friendly towards their fellow lift-riders; though they may not have understood the reason why, Eve had the face of a child with the highest score in the class. "Not bad, right?" she said, "I'll show off some more later." She gave her friend a wink and then directed her gaze outward through the glass. Eye contact would have made her smile or giggle too much, which in turn would be far too embarrassing. They were, after all, on a very high-stakes mission. It didn't do for an agent of the World Government to start acting like a teenager with a crush. Still, Eve found it very difficult to sober herself up and impart any sort of seriousness. The view of Las Arcadas as they crawled up the Hall Building helped. It truly was a steel metropolis; an iron jungle that clawed upwards towards the sky on equally metallic stilts that shone with a thousand neon bulbs. It was difficult to believe that the entire complex - for whether it was truly an island formed a difficult question - was the brainchild of a single individual as young as Coney Hall, a.k.a the Shichibukai Arcadia.There was nary a ounce of natural flora or fauna to be seen, yet Arcadas felt more alive than most islands Eve had visited. In particular, the towering needle that stood in the middle of it all and reached higher than any other building gently pulsed with a digital heartbeat, one that tugged softly at Eve's core. The ding of the elevator brought Eve back from her pseudo trance and she smiled at the back of the couple as they were drawn to the perfumes that suddenly invaded the little metal box. They were cut off the moment the doors closed with a thunk and it was then Eve's turn to lean against the wall with her hands in her jacket pockets. An amused frown steadily rose upwards as she listened to the increasingly crazy theories of her friend. "Part fishman, huh?" Eve mirrored with a low chuckle. "You certain that's what you want to put your bets on? Because I've got a little feeling that the answer you're looking for isn't quite so nuts." The elevator dinged again and its doors hung open. As Argos had said, the machine seemed resolute in not taking them any further. Eve stepped out into a invisible cloud of tastes that tingled on her tongue. The previous floor apparently sold food, but the nineteenth seemed dedicated to it entirely - it was a veritable palace of the culinary arts. Eve stepped out into a wide, mall-like concourse lined with restaurants all harking their wares and leaking steam as meat, vegetables, fruit and fungus alike was roasted, barbecued and fried on huge open-air ovens. That was only the big establishments, for the 'street' was crowded with small stands with much more specific specialties. "Like the boss man says," Eve said as she sniffed at the air, "One of us can do one thing, and the other can do other things." Eve could not help her cravings, and threw a few beli towards one merchant in exchange for a teriyaki skewer which she munched on while casually tailing the then upside-down Unca. Like any mall, the nineteenth floor had its more dingy, shady parts too. They drew away from the main attractions into the shadowy corners where only the most bizarre stalls were allowed to set up shop. The stall Argos had indicated in his message dealt in seaking gonad's, which the sign above insisted were a delicacy. Eve, however, decided to largely ignore and follow Unca down a small service corridor. A few moments later and they were shielded from sight and the heavy door clicked open from within. "In other words," Eve carried on from their previous talk, "you're not the only one with Devil Fruit powers now," she concluded smugly. "Anyway, what have we got here?" she inquired while stepping into the smokey room. She flinched just slightly at the non-stop churning of mechanical parts that boomed on her ear drums something fierce. Fortunately for Eve, the heat wasn't really something that bothered her all that much and she grabbed hold of then looked over the railing down into the depths of the room, where the great generator thundered away. "No kidding," she yelled in response. Given Arcadia's supposed genius, that thing was probably pumping out a lot of juice. Something as large and packed as the Hall Building would certainly require a generous power supply, but with what they knew of its owner, she couldn't help but feel that the power was being used for something more sinister alongside all the fun and games. "Ideas?" Eve called over her shoulder. "Argos wants this generator destroyed doesn't he? Well, it might be kinda crude but..." A little hop and Eve flung herself over the railing. A moment of falling later and she landed neatly with a metallic clang onto the outer shell of the generator. She could feel its parts pounding away through the casing and the hum of the energy it produced. "I say we just brute force it!" Without further hesitation, Eve lay a palm down on the hot metal. Something buzzed and crackled, above the drone of the machinery, and then a bright blue flash engulfed the entire generator as millions of volts coursed through its shell and circuitry. Eve made sure to be liberal, and the metal surrounding her palm began to glow and then liquefy as raw electricity surged through it. A few seconds later and the light died, both from Eve and those in the ceiling above. The only light source left was that from the generator itself - or rather, what was left of it. Most of the outer shell had been reduced to molten slag and slid inwards to muck up the workings, while the thick cables and circuitry all leading to and from the machine had almost all exploded. Eve hopped down to the ground by the steel carcass and smiled upward as the noise faded. "That should be enough, you think?" Techs |
|
Characters! | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Las Arcadas Island · Next Topic » |







![]](http://z3.ifrm.com/static/1/pip_r.png)
13,325,120 on 13






















12:06 PM Jul 11