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Rust around the edges...
Topic Started: Jul 12 2015, 07:19 PM (707 Views)
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Djazz took in a sigh as the marine battle ship slowly docked on what seemed to be a miserable little island of rust. While he had relatively good luck lately, it would seem as though the marines did not. He was getting a ferry from one of the patrols to get back to Izuru and the Frostbite pirates, when the entire ship was caught up in a hurricane. Poor weather was no stranger to the grandline, but this particular storm came with 'acid rain' as a result to their proximity to the highly acidic ph island near by... As a result, the ship all but fell apart, and were needing to make an emergency stop at the closest island in order to make repairs. Enter, Rust Pit Island.

Classically pirates and marines were known to butt heads, however he was a member of a warlord's crew, and for all intensive purposes were on the 'same side'. After doing a marine commander a favor, he allowed Djazz safe passage back through the grandline via the marines controlled water ways. He didn't exactly want to get used to all of this, but it turned out that the side of 'justice' happened to come with plenty of plentiful perks. He would have a hard time not milking this whole 'swordsman of the warlord' position out a bit more in the future. But not all marines were as gracious as Commander Xio, and he realized that this was a rare and fortunate situation.

Now finding himself with plenty of time to kill, he decided to get some information on the island first. The island was made out of a material that was apparently, slowly degrading away. Formed from the aftermath of a great battle, the island was dissolving, but it's content was highly workable metal that he had never before heard of. He intended to do some investigating, as apparently it would take a few days before the ship was in sorts enough to disembark. After all, there was no way in hell he was going to stay on the marines vessel for days on end if he didn't have to.

Stepping down from the ship, the vessel's captain stopped to speak with him, "Ahh~ Djazz. I have a job you might be interested in taking." he said, putting himself between Djazz and the island. Djazz looked the captain in the eyes. The man was annoyingly persistent but at the same time wasn't a bad guy. Mustering some patience he waited to hear the man out, "Yeah? What's that?"

"There's a pretty rare event going on here actually... Taneleer Tivan is here on the island! He's a treasure hunter who goes around searching for rare things. He is also incredibly rich and brings his entire 'search party' with him. They gather on an island... it has a very Renaissance feel to it. I have never been to one myself but I heard he throws lavish Masquerade balls the night before a treasure hunt." he said.

Djazz nodded slowly, waiting for the man to get to the point, "Right, so some Taneleer guy is having a mask party. Go on..?"

"Ahh yes...! While the marines are here he is offering large sums of money to my men to serve as security, and wants a personal body guard himself! I would do it myself, but I am needed at the ship... Think you would be interested?"

Djazz folded his arms, thinking for a moment, "A swordsman like me doesn't have any uses for money..." He said, pondering the fact that he could literally just take anything he wanted, and with the marines current hospitality he wouldn't be needy for anything for anything. Being with the Frostbite pirates had also spoiled him in that Izuru, the wild dog he was, happily brought in all the meat and drink a person could want.

"Right...! Well here's one on ya. He's not just any treasure hunter; he's a collector or rare weapons! It's said that there are aged weapons here buried in these rust pit ya know. I bet as a swordsman you might see something quite interesting." he said, nodding. Djazz perked up a bit, "Besides, he is also offering his hospitality to anyone who joins... all the food and drink he imported for the masquerade... and places to stay more comfortable than the ship. My crew were literally fighting over who would be his security! Tyahaha!" he said

Djazz froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing. He could stay on the ship... or he could stay at one of the tiny villages on the island... or stay with some rich hunting party. Whether the weapons were of interest to him or not, it was most likely better and more fortuitous conditions than what he would have to deal with here, "Fine, I'll do it." He said nodding slowly. The Marine captain may have been annoyingly persistent, but he was also a good salesmen...

"Excellent! I will radio ahead and let them know that you will be coming." He said; with his position sold, he opened up his body position to allow Djazz to pass. Djazz was no idiot, and he knew that him working with the marines in whatever capacity would make the world government look good in the eyes of those who he interacted with. While he had no grudge against the marines nor the world government, he knew that ultimately he was being used by them. The least he could do was use them back in the mean time. Ohh! And you may need a mask!" He said as Djazz walked toward the island.

"Don't worry... I've got one." he said, turning over his shoulder to give the man a casual thumbs up before dismissing himself. It was only now, stepping on the island made of the rust metal that he thought to himself exactly what he was getting himself into. Why did a treasure hunter require security and body guards? Something told him that there was something a bit more dubious going on here, "Jeeze.... just what have I gotten myself into..." He muttered.
Edited by TGIFlash, Jul 12 2015, 07:34 PM.
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"I can't believe my ship took a shit on me like that..."

The complaining voice was coming from the back of the marine vessel. Suzume, known throughout the seas as the Dragon Warrior, had been helplessly stranded on the ocean when the acid rain hit. When it did, it came in blankets, eating her sub-par vessel down into a fine rust. It was pure luck that a the marine vessel happened upon her when it did, and even more luck they felt like they had the time to pick up a straggler off of the ocean. Nevertheless, she was certain the person she bought the ship from was a reputable dealer of seaworthy vessels.

The bounty hunter would huff a bit as they pulled into the port of an island she hadn't rightly heard of. Rust Pit Island was what some of the passengers on board the ship would call it, and quite frankly she wasn't that interested in it altogether. She needed to get another ship and get the hell off the island before she wound up spending another year on some island in the Grand Line, wasting away whilst cleaning the streets of scum from the sea. The acid rain seemed to say far away from the island itself, meaning she could see the sunlight, and the place utterly reeked of rust. Probably from the metal hull of the ship turning brown, but the people in charge of swabbing the poopdeck or whatever could handle it.

Come to think of it, that ship dealer was really trying to push that wooden vessel onto her instead of the metal one she was trying to get. "Well fuck... Maybe I should have listened to that fast-talking swine..." she would mutter to herself. Nevertheless she was keen to get off this floating vessel, mostly because she was disgusted by one of the fellows on board. It was a member from a Shichibukai's crew, his swordsman no less. The fellow was only worth 30 million when he was a pirate, though Suzume was unsure of how long the man's captain had been a Warlord.

Either way, Suzume wasn't alright with him, and thereby couldn't deal with him, but at the same time, she couldn't just attack him and turn him in, he's a legal pirate. As she would walk off the vessel, she overheard a conversation between two familiar voices. The Captain of the ship, and aforementioned swordsman. It was a brief conversation, but the captain seemed to be trying to convince him that acting as a bodyguard for a certain wealthy treasure hunter was a lucrative venture that he should undertake. The details were a bit irrelevant when she figured out that the man was a treasure hunter.

The bounty hunter was also in the business of hunting for a profit, albeit, not looking for treasure as much as the next head she could serve to the world government on a platter. She couldn't be certain of it, but with a man claiming to be a treasure hunter, just letting the town he's in indulge in a big masquerade party, there was bound to be a bounty of unsavory types, most certainly a few with a price on their heads to match a treasure or two. Suzume would smirk... "I'll just nab a few bounty heads at the party and use their prices to afford myself a boat that doesn't suck."

Of course, having said that out loud, she had alerted the crew to the fact that she was in fact going to do such. A few odd glances came from the marines on board, and Suzume would turn her head her cold gaze piercing their souls, "Mind your eyes. It's rude to stare."

The marines would continue going about their business, whistling amongst themselves, swabbing their portion of the poopdeck or whatever meaningless task they'd been assigned in light of several holes on the deck. Suzume would sigh and exit the ship the rest of the way, no longer holding up any foot traffic. "I wonder what laws there are to follow around here..." she would mutter to herself, heading towards the nearest establishment that may have a book of information on such.
'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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There was some time to kill before his date with the treasure hunter that evening and the masquerade party that would follow. Djazz was a part-time smith, in that he didn't make any claims to be a good one, but, as per the rules of his clan, he had no choice but to learn to make a sword in order to wield one. Ever sense, he had been enamored to some degree with odd or strange materials. He had seen first hand swords that could extend as though they were elastic, grow and shrink in size, explode on contact or even cut without effort at all. And so, any time he came across a place such as this, he wanted to do his homework to see exactly what the possibilities were...

However his finding were rather gruesome. He sat in a village, the town library so it would seem, flipping through a book whose pages had hardly been creased called "The Secrets of Burdum". He was astonished to find that much of the substance known as Burdum was not metallic at all, but rather, organic. It was a similar bonding agent as hemoglobin in the blood that drew in and transported iron. It seemed as though that such a potent blood bath had taken place here that by some mysterious event of the grandline, the blood was able to solidify into an island...! Some scientists had attempted to recreate the conditions that turned blood into metal with little success, however, it was clear that if 'sea stone' was the solid form of the sea, that 'Burdum' was the solidification of blood...

This gave him some odd perspective as he considered this island something more of a desecrated mass burial ground than just a rock with some random metal on it. This haunting story also made the idea of attending a masked party later seem much more ominous. As he continued to read, he was disappointed to discover that the island was in fact, slowly being eroded away; that any part of the blood metal that was not smelted into different material would eventually disappear from the face of the earth. What an odd metamorphosis to undergo... to go from living thing, flesh and blood, to being pressed into metal and one day smelted into a tool or a weapon or something of the sort.

However, with no 'special power' to speak of, Djazz wasn't interested in taking a sample of the island for himself. He much rather get off of this cursed rock as soon as possible, rather than try to stick around to experiment with it. Putting the book back to the shelf, he hastily made his exit.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he was approached by two masked individuals, both wearing white, one male, one female (supposedly), quickly approached Djazz. Not sure want to think, he widened his stance slightly, "Can I help you?" He murmured as the two were quick to confront him as though it were some kind of ambush.

"Yes... indeed. Lord Tivan sent us."

"We are his head of security."

"You were to be one of his body guards."

"But you cannot get into the party without this..."

The female of them lifted her hand, exposing two sealed envelopes. Djazz studied her curiously before reaching out to take them.

"Invitations to the party"

"The festivities begin at sun set. Do be prompt."

Djazz was quickly overwhelmed by how quickly they had presented all of this to him. Each thing they said generated a number of questions; head of security? How did they know he was the 'body guard' and where to find him? And how could they even trust Djazz with his 'pirate' status already well known? They were telling him to be on time, but... didn't he have to at least meet this Treasure hunter guy before hand?

But before he could hound them with questions to clarify exactly what was going on, the two skipped away, jumping effortlessly from their positions and out of sight as thought they were ninjas or something. Djazz looked to the envelopes in his hand before scanning the horizon, "Really..? Did no one else see that?" he said with a sigh, shaking his head calming as he opened both envelopes. Each were an identical invitation to the party, "W-what do I need two invitations for...?" he asked himself out loud, before glancing down at his hip, "I don't suppose you need an invitation ehh?" He said, this time literally speaking to his sword as though it could in some way respond to him. Even then he cracked a small smile as though it had said something back that was cheeky or sly.

He quickly pocketed away the envelopes before trying to refocus his original thoughts. The ambush encounter was so random that it had thrown him completely off his train of thought. Rubbing his thumb and index finger into his temples for a moment, his eyes caught a familiar figure out of his peripheral vision. It was the girl that the marines had rescued; supposedly stuck at sea as a result of getting caught in the acid rain. He had only bothered to remember her because of the blade with the jeweled hilt that she carried with her. While plenty of individuals carried swords, it was uncommon for someone who wasn't a swordsman by some trade to have a unique crafted sword with them.

Unsure how to approach, and unwilling to walk past her pretending he didn't acknowledge her, he settled for small talk; the most bitter sweet of options,"Yo... Guess you're in the market for a new ship, huh? The name's Djazz Hyperion..." he said with a shallow wave 'hello'. Who knows, after the odd encounter he just had with those two masqueraders, he could probably use a small talk conversation to re-establish his sense of normalcy in the world. Little did he know, the girl already didn't have a favorable idea of who he was thanks to his affiliation with Izuru...
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Throughout her day, she had been searching for a way to get into the masquerade, and for the most part it seemed as though she'd need an invitation. Albeit, most of the time she was doing research, she'd on the fellow she'd been off to one side reading a book called 'Laws of Rust Pit' which was basically exactly as boring and arbitrary as one would expect. Nevertheless, she'd figured out that the treasure fanatic was out looking for bodyguards, but for the most part, his invitations were personally handed out via his head of security and assistant head. Nobody knew their faces, only that today, they wore masks.

Suzume was stumped, not being able to decipher what one needed to do in order to accomplish the goal of receiving an invitation. She was also stumped by this law that was put in place on the island, which had confusing wording... Suzume had skipped it a while back, but had returned to it recently, staring at it. The phrasing on it made it difficult to follow, and yet it was as arbitrary as the other laws on this god-forsaken rock. This book of legalities had also informed her of Burdum, albeit not of it's history per se. Only that it was some kind of metal made from blood found on rust pit island. And she'd thought Akisame was cursed...

Having purchased that book of law, she'd simply stow it away in her bag of first aid stuff, before looking around. It wouldn't be long before she'd almost bumped into that Djazz guy again, being approached by a pair of masked individuals. She didn't much care for the masks, personally she found them tacky and generic. Nevertheless, they gave him two invitations, and then took off.

Suzume stood with many questions, watching them go. What sort of training did they have that made them capable of just leaping away? Why did they give the shichibukai two invitations? Why did they wear those tacky masks when they're obviously well paid and could easily afford better looking ones? Why wear masks at all when the masquerade hasn't even begun? While she sat there mentally asking herself all of these questions with basically no avail, asides maybe a guess as to why they'd wear tacky masks instead of cool ones, she was caught cloud gazing by the current object of her particular disdain.

Her eyes jutted back rather suddenly when the subject approached, taking a moment to gather herself, she thought about ditching right then and there but then it hit her, it was her opportunity to blow off some steam! She simply couldn't wait to tell this man how it were while she still had the chance. Within seconds he spoke up about her being on the market for a new ship... Then introduced himself. "I know who you are. Djazz Hyperion, also known as 'Dream Slayer' Djazz, Swordsman of the Frostbite Pirates. With your former bounty of 30,000,000, you'd easily have made a bounty hunter's career. Nonetheless, since your captain decided to get marine legalization, your bounty has been voided and you're considered a 'lawful' pirate of sorts, on a crew belonging to a Shichibukai, Izuru Kazehara. Your blade is known as Tyche, named after a goddess of some sort, and is one of the most feared blades on the sea. I pride myself as a swordsman and a bounty hunter, and should be able to recognize scum of the sea, especially if they have a sword, anywhere. To be perfectly honest with you, the only reason I haven't challenged you to a duel yet is because there's nothing I can gain from it anymore."

The bitch had finished her rant, and stood, cross armed, her one eye staring daggers into the man before her. Furrowed brow and lips curling downwards only told further of her distaste for scum like Shichibukai. She didn't even appear to have the common kindness of telling him her name before she would gently huff and walk by him, uncrossing her arms and setting a hand gently on the hilt of her sword, since she was now on her guard. She wasn't particularly known for making friends with that attitude of hers, thusly Suzume was prone to be ready to defend herself from any assaults she may have provoked. It came with the habit, she was perfectly fine with it. It built character, made her stronger.
'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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Djazz no stranger to girls with sour attitudes, and frankly he didn't blame them with the conditions of this sea. His mind flashed for a moment to Clover as she continued on her stern response, but there was something fundamentally different between the late Ice Queen of the Frostbites and this girl that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Okay sure, making shallow talk about her sunken ship might not have been 'smooth', and it was more than likely that being surrounded by the laze-about marines had her in something of a bad mood, but he was more keen to believe that this reaction of hers was a bit of a... defense mechanism. But exactly what she was defending as a mystery.

He was also quite impressed. This girl had done her homework and it was most likely that she had not just done it recently as many details of his persona were quite old, even out dated to his knowledge. "Dream Slayer" was a name he went by all the way back in the war for his propensity to ambush opponents and take them out while they were 'sleeping'. He was much younger then and had to be sneaky in order to take on bigger, stronger opponents. Not only that but she knew the name of his blade; something he had only made public in a few arenas, and partially by accident due to his propensity to speak to it by first name as though it could respond... perhaps a bad habit, but a habit none the less.

He felt woefully unprepared for this encounter! While she seemed to know much about him, he didn't even know the name of this would be bounty hunter, nor her agenda, only that she herself was a swordsman, and would have had the courage to lash out at him in spite of all of the knowledge she had gained. Just how many calling cards of potential bounties has this girl memorized?

As she marched adamantly past him he could hear the subtle sound of a hand resting on her blade. It made a very distinct yes quiet tone as the sword rattled against the sheath, ready to be drawn; the very same sound his own sword made. Again, defensive, ready to be attacked. Djazz narrowed his eyes, knowing that his next actions could be like springing a loaded trap.

He gave a reluctant grin, though she couldn't see it, raising his hands and began to slow clap, "I'm impressed! Neat party trick." he said, half turning so that he could turn his head to face her without turning his body completely facing her, "Now let me tell you some things about you..." He paused, "You're guarded... Angry. I'm not sure exactly what happened but at some point, you started a crusade. Bounty hunters these days, they only see numbers. But you... you knew much more. You made it, personal. You're not just hunting bounties are you? You see, a normal bounty hunter would have stopped the moment they realized that my thirty million had a big slash through it. And the fact that you call pirates scum... means that you are fighting for something. Somebody hurt you real bad. But then again who hasn't been hurt? I just imagine that that eye of yours wasn't always covered by an eye patch." He paused, wondering if he had got her attention. But talk was cheap here. Whatever had it's grip on her was most likely deeper than he could reach with a single monologue. Djazz was intrigued.

"Which in some light is even more impressive considering fighting with one eye closed requires adjusting to a shallow depth perception..." He said bringing his right hand across his body to his sword, gripping it with the same distinct rattle, "I might not know anything about... men that can turn into ice, or shoot lasers from their eyes and turn into giant bugs... but I know a hell-of-a-lot about swordsman." He said, slowly drawing his blade across his body. His tone shifted only slightly as though changing the subject, "I have an extra invitation to some party... something tells me some bad men will be there, and maybe, even your next pay day. How's that for something to gain?" he said, implying that her criterion for a duel were still valid. It would seem that clashing blades was the only way to earn any manner of respect in this world, and instead of chatting her ear off, he figured he would let his sword do the talking...
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Suzume would have basically just walked away from him, though when the man had begun his sarcastic applause she was inclined to listen to what he was about to say. When he'd called her hard nights spent studying each and every swordsman bounty on the grand line a neat party trick, she'd feel sort of insulted. Albeit, she was alright with words being used to insult her. That said, he would go on further... Started talking about her. The cold bitch stood still, almost frozen in place by a seething fury, with each passing sentence the man would say, thinking that he could just call her out with some weak pseudo-psychic voodoo shit.

As he would bring up how she'd been hurt in the past, she would immediately recall the subject of all her hatred, the one who'd ruined her life. The deliverer of all of her pain and suffering, more scars than she could make a percentage of, more blood than she could measure if you gave her a gallon at a time. She mind went blank for a moment, and she'd simply be left standing there. Within a few seconds she would sigh, and turn to face the man with a stone cold look of disappointment, "Really? That's the best you've got? Mind reading or whatever?"

Suzume would notice that he was now going for his sword, as he would compliment her ability perform combat whilst down an eye. "I suppose. Although you'd be right to say that I've not been the same woman since I've lost it," she would state, now gripping the handle of her sword and turning it and its sheath to an angle behind her, stepping so that she was sideways to him, the arm holding the sword being visible whilst her other was behind her thick trench coat. Djazz went on to talk about how he didn't know much about some of the powerful people known from the Frostbite crew, but did know a good deal about swordsmanship.

"Really now? I didn't figure you'd know much about it considering you're scum. Speaking of pirate scum, do you know anything about the swordsman known as Salvatore 'Red Blade' Stark? Allegedly, he's the greatest swordsman in the world," she would say, pulling out her cursed black blade with the hand on the same side as her sheath. Once she felt the blade leave the sheath all the way, she'd flip it in the one hand, and swipe it now in a standard grip. She felt something in her blade telling her to be careful, as though she didn't already know that, the black jian somewhat reverberating in response to the blade before it.

The man chattered about how the duel would still be valid if she had something to gain, like, say, one of the two tickets to the masquerade. As if she wasn't about to oblige him a duel just to feel better about herself. At the very least she could use this as cover now, so she would speak up in response once again. "I see. Well if that's the case, I suppose all I have to do to get into that place is to let Akisame here converse with Tyche for a bit, yeah?" she would say, a bloodthirsty grin on her face. Her sword seemed to be afraid of the sword it was facing off against, as if there was some kind of clear superiority for her to be afraid of, nevertheless, Suzume was too pissed off to pay it heed.

"Rust Pit Island Dueling Laws, Subsection 16 of the Legal Code, addendum B, States that all duels must be decided within 3 swings each in order to optimize public safety during a civil dispute," she would quote the law in a challenging mannerism, "So in order for either of us to not be breaking a law right now, we only get three swings each to settle this contest. Are you sure you want to do this?" That said, Suzume was very much still game for the idea of putting a new scar on this man's body, since she was so very angry at the moment the fact that she could even so much as talk at the moment could be reason to thank her concept of Qi, thereby letting her channel her rage and fighting spirit with calmness and deliberation, letting her sharpen her blade, reflexes, and even her words.
'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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Djazz was surprised to find that the girl was far more composed than he expected. The notion that he was 'scum' was a hard title to rub off. Once you were associated with piracy a lot of people automatic thoughts immediately drew one to the conclusion that you were a villain. Or maybe she was just venting and calling names was the most harmless way of doing that. Either way, the psychology that she called 'mind reading' was merely an educated guess. But it wasn't about whether he was right or wrong; simply that he had the balls to call her out on so many things so matter-of-factly. If he was absolutely right, her defensiveness would provoke her due to feeling transparent, if he was wrong, she would want to aggressively correct him. It's not often that someone makes accusation about you, whether true or false, it was bound to arouse the passions.

This was exactly why Djazz himself was willing to bring things to blows. Perhaps if she weren't a swordsman than he wouldn't care as to what her opinion of him was. And it wasn't even being considered scum from a moral stand point of view that he disfavored; rather the general lack of respect. She didn't have to like him, but she would recognize him as more than just 'some pirate with a meager frozen bounty'. She dropped the name of 'Salvatore -Red Sword- Stark', a man who apparently claimed to be the strongest swordsman in the world. Perhaps this was the man that caused her to 'lose it', as she put it. While it did ring a bell, he was disenfranchised by the idea of him being the 'strongest swordsman in the world'. Perhaps there were many men who went by that title in spite of not truly understanding the scope of what they were suggesting; or maybe they simply hadn't come up against anything quite like them. Either way, he was sure if there as someone of that caliber, that he would have had more that an vague recollection of the name.

"Red sword huh... it does sound familiar but, I haven't come across anyone of that name. I can assure you though, whether he is the strongest man in this world or not, that I am the strongest swordsman this side of the Red line..." he said, a bold claim in itself and not something to throw around casually. The time was now that many swordsman were noted for their incredible strength and skill, but none stood out as the singular 'best' or 'strongest'. No one of their generation or the generation before had a reputation for such feats quite yet...

She also mentioned the name 'Akisame' in juxtaposition with his own sword. Perhaps that was her blades name, "Funny.. I know you swords name but I don't know yours..?" He said, though there was nothing funny about it, "I'm sure she'd have plenty to talk about..." speaking metaphorically of course. However it seemed as though there would have to be a limit to the amount of communication they could actually have. The girls began rattling off rules and regulation as though sacrosanct scripture. Had she memorized this as well, or just looked it up? Either way, he got the very formal, professional and strict vibe from this girl... unlike Djazz who under the title of pirate could do as he pleased, the girl most likely had a legal reputation to uphold with her profession as a bounty hunter.

Respecting her limits he nodded, though was curious as to exactly who would be keeping track of the number of sword swings in their 'legal dispute'. As if there was some judge strolling around waiting for people to come to blows in order to keep track of whether or no they were within their legal fighting limits, "Three huh..? Something tells me that would be more than enough..." he said.

He took a moment to glance at her blade; now seeing it in its full incarnation. The sword was straight and black, making it difficult to tell at just a glance exactly what the sword was composed of. He would need to strike it in order to understand more completely about the sword, and ultimately, the swordswoman wielding it.

Either way, the gentle rush of the survivalistic instinct began to roll over his skin like a steady wave. He could feel the high of adrenaline and his fight or flight response coming alive within him, "Let's go..." He said; initiating immediately after his words were spoken. He stepped forward deliberately, closing the gap quickly yet in control, while firmly bringing his sword down with a decisive slash, "True Edge..." he murmured audibly as the sword came down upon her shorter frame in a diagonal slash. It was nothing fancy. In fact, he intended for her to be able to block it; he was aiming deliberately for her to put her sword in the path of his own. With perfect form committed to muscle memory it would have seemed almost casual. But make no mistake, the full force of his strength was harbored behind the incoming slash.

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The trembling of her blade would intensify as the man would make the bold claim that he was the strongest swordsman this side of the Red Line. Suzume herself would feel this anticipation that she hadn't felt in a great many years, almost a half a decade had passed since she'd heard someone claim something like that and have even the remote chance of backing it up. Whilst she was ready to fight this man, the conversation, more like pre-duel banter, continued on. Once she'd introduced her blade, Djazz would make a note of how she'd introduced her blade yet not her self.

She would huff and not respond immediately, though she felt rather sour for breaking something like common courtesy, introducing herself before rattling off who the person who's talking to her is. Once she'd rattled off the rules, the man before her didn't really seem to take too long to consider the rules of the place, and simply agreed, stating that three should be more than enough. The cold bitch couldn't get a complete read on this guy, perhaps because most of the info is out of date, possibly because he was acting far more polite than most pirate scum. Either way, the contest was ready to begin.

Her blade's trembling became almost unbearable, as she watched her opponent seem to gather himself, he seemed to emit this aura of danger. Once he'd declared the 'let's go' he was already moved into range to cut. Suzume's eye would seem to be attempting to adjust as he moved, 'Fast...' She would then feel a sort of pressure emitting from the blade her opponent was swinging, was that... the air being displaced? Suzume's adrenaline was finally going recalling the last time she'd dealt with someone like this. 'Strong...' she would note. Without missing a beat, she would rapidly angle her blade to interfere with the blade's intended path, pushing the immense force aside with a non-opposing force, sending the slash past herself with what looked like incredibly little effort, but required the utmost of angling precision, otherwise the swing would have gone through...

She was lucky he was using such a well-practiced swing. It was very uniform, possibly even perfect. That was when she'd figured it out, this guy was testing her. Suzume would huff a bit, not breaking the flow of the battle, before launching forth an attack of her own, she would almost casually swipe her blade at Djazz's chest with a whirling slash at the reverse of his sword's original angle. This swipe was merely to demonstrate the power behind each of her own blows, as regardless of her success in hitting him, her blade emitted a relatively invisible cutting shockwave which tore sizeable chunks out of the wall of the building behind him and the floor a good ways away.

With that attack having been launched, she would leap backwards, breaking immediate deadlock, and she would place her sword in a more relaxed position. Her blade's trembling ceased, as if to no longer show any fear of the infernal goddess that it faced off against moments before. "You've got a lot to back up your claims. I'm utterly outclassed here, aren't I?" she would comment, unwavering, even having a grin on her face. "Still, I've got two more swings to cut you with," she would claim, "The winner of a duel is decided by first blood, right? In that case, I think I still have a chance."

Suzume licked her lips a bit, appearing to thirst for blood. "By the way, I was rather rude earlier. Not that it matters in a clash of swords, but I figure it only right for you to know my name," she would announce. "Around this part of the Grand Line, they call me the Dragon Warrior... But even pirate scum can call me Suzume," she would introduce. She was not very nice about how she would say it, putting emphasis on the 'pirate scum' part. Nevertheless, she was ready to continue fighting, her slash that gouged stone from the streets managing to clear out any pedestrians who were watching a moment ago.

The cold bitch stood ready to move, having no openings in her stance. It was clear that she was more than used to being outclassed, as she seemed to be in the zone now, like all her life she'd trained to fight someone as strong as Djazz or worse!

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'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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He was impressed initially by her form, allowing his own blade to by pass her with an attack that was more of a redirection or perhaps even a parry. His relative leverage would allow the momentum of his blade to continue without hitting her, but only in part to the excellent angle of her own blade work. Even though she acknowledged outright that she might have been outclassed she continued, showing no sign of retreat as she immediately answer with a slash of her own; turning on a pivot her slash was oddly ranged triggering him to raise his blade in in order to block. His natural instincts were keen as was not necessarily the sword, but the shockwave of force that expelled as a projectile that targeted him. Though it was just kinetic energy, it mimicked that of the sword strike and with little time to process, the segment of slicing force hit his own blade at a near 45 degree angle; causing it to skip off the blade and into the air over him before immediately sinking and cutting the rustic slab of land behind him. The motion was similar to a rock skipping across the water.

In the same time she had hopped backwards to create space between them. She took a moment to introduce herself now as Suzume the "Dragon Warrior". Djazz held back a smirk as he thought that the name might be a bit too fantastic for his tastes. Everyone knew that dragons didn't exist and nothing about this girl really screamed 'dragon warrior' to him. Maybe... 'angry librarian' or 'redundant eye pieces' what with the glasses and eye patch. While now wasn't the time to question it, he was fine with some mid-duel banter. After all with only three swipes of his sword he had to make sure to get the most bang for his buck.

He considered striking back with a shockwave of his own, however, delivering force vicariously through the air wasn't nearly as intimate as clashing directly with a person face-to-face.

What was most interesting was her claim of 'drawing blood'. Having admitted perhaps being outclasses was that her aim? Perhaps not to defeat him outright, but just to hit him? In no other setting would just scoring a blow be considered a victory, unless of course that blow was a killing one, though perhaps for him just announcing himself as the 'greatest swordsman in paradise' she would as a novice think it an achievement. What if he was not as mild in temperament? What if he really was the 'pirate scum' that she was making him out to be. Her bravery and tenacity was without a doubt impressive, as few had such steadfast resolve, but was she really willing to lay down her life here?

"Dragon Warrior, who is this "Red Blade" Stark to you?" he said, as if carrying on conversation as he decided on his next course of attack. Stepping forward he immediately burst into full speed as he attempted a slash while dashing directly at her. Before attacking he turned his blade in hand just in case it was indeed overwhelming, so that he did not fatally or mortally wound the girl as a result. However, given the strength of his swing sword and the speed at which the attack was delivered, it would have more momentum than could simply be batted away. Unless she could directly stop his forward momentum, he would carry on past her and stop on the opposite side of her after his horizontal sword slash; aimed directly bellow her bust.

Though girls stance was solid, he wanted to see what would happen should she be truly overwhelmed. Not only posing a question about a sore subject such as this 'Red Blade' guy, which might have stunted her focus, but also using his strength and speed to full force clash into her stance as he dashed by. In many ways, yes, it was a test...

Huh... 'Strongest Swordsman in Paradise" kinda has a certain ring to it...

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Her introduction gave some level of pause letting her adjust herself just a bit into a more comfortable position for combat. However Djazz had asked a question that had caused her to think and that was not particularly a good thing for her case. Who was 'Red Blade' Stark to her? Did she even know who he was to her? The bastard responsible for ruining her life? The man responsible for her skills in swordplay? The jackass who cut out her eye? Yeah, he was all of these things, but really, Suzume didn't have time to form an answer as her opponent launched forth with an assault of blinding speed.

"Shit!" she would utter, angling her sword once again in an attempt to parry the slash aside, but she realized almost too late that she was not going to be able to pull it off, so she would turn her sword and brace her arm against the opposite flat to where the expected impact was supposed to come from. The result was that her guard was technically unbroken, albeit the combination of his strength and speed actually sent her soaring into a nearby building, crashing through its walls with great force making a hole.

It would take a few moments for her to get out of the rubble, but once the dust had cleared up, she would be up again, popping out almost as if she were some kind of ground hog, as she began to check herself for cuts, scrapes, and whatnot. Albeit she was pretty bruised from going through siding and drywall, Suzume was not bleeding. So without a second of hesitation, she would spring towards Djazz, and with a turning of her upper body, thrust her blade towards the Dream Slayer. The force behind the thrust would be more than capable of knocking the man onto his ass several feet away should it impact, having done so to several foes much larger than he, "Taihou!"

Regardless of her success in landing the blow and knocking him backwards, or if it were parried, swatted aside, or even sidestepped, Suzume would immediately go for distance, backing away from Djazz further if she had to and proceeded to sheathe her sword, not releasing the hilt as she would take the sheath off from her belt with her other hand. "You were asking who 'Red Blade' Stark was to me... He is many things to me really. But above all of those things, he is the man I absolutely must be the one to kill. Until then I refuse to die or waver in my path, I'll accept any number of scars to achieve this goal," she would declare.

Momentarily removing her hand from the handle of Akisame, she would slide her arm out from her long coat's sleeve revealing an innumerable amount of scars on her arm (the turtleneck is a vest). Shifting the arm she held her weapon in she would slide the coat the rest of the way off, then tossed it aside, on her other arm, she had another immense load of scars (and bruises from being a human wrecking ball earlier). Her scarf began billowing in the wind that conveniently blew through the rust-colored island. "So tell me, Dream Slayer Djazz Hyperion," she would begin a sentence, whirling her sheathed blade as she exchanged hands sort of like a baton, a strange motion blur flowing around her and the weapon, as if her outline were slower than she was, shifting her weight into a low stance and gripping her sword in a style akin to a preparation for an iai draw, "Will you add a scar to my collection, or receive one for your own?"

Without any further hesitation, she would launch herself forward, her body seemed to blur as she did so. Merely a sword's length away from her foe, she would stomp and make a huge twist of her shoulders as though to place an immense amount of torque into an iai styled drawing slash, however, she simply appeared to stop, leaving Djazz with a huge opening. After a little over a second though, the clearly superior swordsman would hear a sheathing noise alongside footsteps coming from behind him, and the visage of Suzume that stood before him in such an open state would fade away like smoke on the wind.

"Taishoku no..." she would mutter as the blade slowly slid into the sheathe, a relaxed voice echoing slightly as she strode slowly away from him. With a satisfying click, the attack's payload would be unleashed, "Toppi!"

When Suzume had initiated the attack, she faked an opening whilst also telescoping an attack in order to provoke either a counterattack or a defensive motion, and read Djazz's body language in order to find that instant of opening, before slashing and moving at ludicrous speeds, leaving behind an afterimage of a perfectly telescoped version of her with her unique technique, Zanzou. The slash itself occurred in passing so quickly that the only thing that could have saved Djazz from it would be pure reflexes kicking in and throwing off his own intended path, as the slash happened so quickly that the body wouldn't register the injury immediately had it hit. Though Suzume herself took some level of pity on the man as she'd used a very underhanded tactic in a duel, and had aimed for his lower left abdomen, no vitals and an otherwise easy fix even by first aid standards, just bloody was all. Either way, she would slide her sheathed blade back into her belt, and turn to face her opponent, ready to receive retribution should she have earned it, or even have succeeded in winning the duel.

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'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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Djazz cringed after his power packed attack sent the girl flying through the wall of a building. Admittedly he hadn't yet gauged her full strength nor had he peered through her more transparently with observational haki! For all he knew his lack of restraint could have very easily just killed the bounty hunter, which was far from his intention. It was as though knocking over a glass of water and watching the spill take place; what was done was done. Luckily the spill didn't seem to be the end of Suzume as she popped up from the rubble of the building, checked herself momentarily and immediately sprung into action. Djazz himself exhaled a brief yet inaudible sigh of relief that she was indeed durable enough to be taken for such a ride and still continue with his fight.

He was surprised as she maintained her focus; getting thrown through a wall was enough to make anyone flinch, or at least second guess their motives if only for a moment. Her resolve was either impressively well disciplined or borderline psychotic, but in his estimate you most likely needed to be a bit of both. She came forward and attacked with a sturdy thrust; a simple attack that Djazz could appreciate as he held up his sword to allow the blade's tip to collide with the blunt edge of his sword. He immediately had to tighten his grip ground the hilt of his blade as the attack had a firm momentum of it's own, causing Djazz to slide back a few feet before digging the balls of his feet into the terra firma beneath him to steady himself. He held back a smirk as the clash gave him a reference from which to judge her strength.

She couldn't continue her assault even if she wanted to, as she jumped backwards to create distance. It wasn't necessarily that she didn't have the ability to, but he had already gleamed the conscientious nature of the girls personality. Having legally limited them to three sword slashes, he was near certain that she was only going to allow that many. Having already attacked twice, he imagined this third would need to be something of a 'trump card'.

She briefly explained that the would be 'strongest swordsman in the world' was the man that she 'absolutely had to kill'. Djazz's mind began to turn for a moment at the words; how her journey towards vengeance had left such a twisted impression on her. You see, Djazz was in a similar situations; tasked with finding and killing the man who was his father's killer... He understood what it meant to be consumed by thoughts of revenge and oppressed by feelings of betrayal. As she removed what unnecessary clothing clung to her to reveal a number of scars, he couldn't help but thinks that many of them were self imposed. . . Sure, perhaps others had been the one to cut her, but when you are numb, it sometimes feels good to feel something, even pain.

Djazz's face was stone serious, glaring almost as the girl sheathed her sword and removed it. An Iaijutsu? He doubted she was admitting defeat, so whatever she had planned, would most likely involve re-drawing the sword. He was more intrigued as the movement of the sheathed blade had some odd... lagged feedback. Double blinking, he tried to ascertain the method of this illusion, though as she tossed about her weapon it would seem as though he was still experiencing some odd vision blur. After referring to him once more as the 'Dream Slayer', she asked which of them would gain a scar today...

Jutting forward, she moved into range, Djazz keeping close attention to her as she sprung from the ground immediately in front of him. This time he couldn't help but smile as he lost track of her to a large degree. He fought the instinct to react, and instead, stood perfectly still. The girl's presence stirred up behind him as she slowly sheathed her sword. The shallow 'click' would announce the end of her technique: 'Taishoku no Toppi'.

As she turned to see the aftermath of her attack, she may be surprised to see Djazz standing directly behind her, arm extended, sword pointed inches from her face about nose height. Her dramatic ending to the technique gave him plenty of time to turn take a step forward and point his sword at her, "It would seem we will both walk away unscathed." He said with a gentle smile. Pulling his sword back, he would sheathe Tyche into it's scabbard. "By my count, you are out of attacks." he said, holding up three fingers as if reminding her of the rule.

B-but how? Observing Djazz it would seem as though his body was completely unharmed, even by a combination of techniques that made speed and strength seemingly moot? His clothing wasn't even ripped! Perhaps he would answer if she asked, but for now his 'magic trick' was left an enigma. The girl might have felt it through the course of the attack; even as she made contact his body at the point of attack would have been nothing less than iron hard and oddly shielded as though some ethereal armor protected him. The power of haki allowed him to defend against her every attack, even her trump card, without as much as moving, "That was quite the technique. You'll have to show me how you do it sometime." He said, genuinely satisfied. Plucking the still sealed envelope which contained the invitation from his side, he casually flicked it through the air the few feet at her. It might have been a bit bitter-sweet for her to have such a neutral ending, but in his opinion, she had earned it.

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Suzume would turn to gaze into the tip of the Infernal Goddess. She could feel it judging her harshly, as she would leer into it's shining edge with a rebellious glare. Almost challenging the edge to do what it wanted to do, ready for another scar earned. The person holding the blade was showing her mercy as she'd intended to show him, albeit in different mannerisms for certain. Apparently the duel would not end in either's favor, which meant it was a dead tie. Except for the person that owned the house that got torn up by their combat. That person was the real loser in all this.

The cold bitch was quite upset by this turn of events, having aimed for victory even in the most technical of circumstances. However, one thing remained on her mind more than anything at this point, "Your body turned incredibly solid when I struck it. Had you not managed that feat I would have cut you and earned victory, but there was almost no way for you to move anything in the way or tense up with enough speed to pull that off..." Suzume would shake her head, not quite understanding how her attack could hit metal where there was none.

Her eyes would blink as Djazz would make a note of her technique, and spoke about it in high regard. She didn't really give a damn about how he liked her style or whatever. Of course he would, she was training to defeat the greatest swordsman in the world in an overwhelming smackdown, she didn't have time to deal with that. However, if that guy's body hardening technique could be learned by someone like her, she could get a huge boost in her ability to achieve her goal. "You like it? I designed it to defeat otherwise insurmountable odds. It succeeded, but it cost me an eye," she would comment with a certain amount of pride, "Not that I wouldn't be willing to share the secret if you'd be willing to teach me how to do that thing you did where you made me not cut you."

Taking the invitation from him, she secretly vowed revenge against him, but instead of immediately acting out, she resolved to make this man a stepping stone. He knew something that Stark didn't know, as he blocked her attack without so much as moving, where a similar move warranted a counter attack from the former, and he still got cut.

Suzume looked over the invitation, flipping it around and observing it. "Pretty simple invite by the looks of it. I'd imagine anyone who could half-ass a forgery could get in. I foresee a good deal of money flowing my way during this party..." she would comment checking it for minute details a forgery amateur might miss. No... it was basically just an invite like you would buy at a general store. Not even a signature from the person throwing the party. "What a cheap bastard, sending invites to a masquerade that you could buy from any Wallmart," she'd huff, disappointed in the man in charge of making the invitations. She could only assume that the guy was procrastinating and ran out of time, then just bought out all the invites of that variety from the local shop.

Probably why they were sending them in groups of two to bodyguards, a surplus and whatnot.

"Well whatever the case may be. More wanted invaders of his party, more money I can put into a boat worth sailing," she would comment with a cold tone of voice, "Say, do you know anywhere in town that you can rent appropriate party attire and a mask?" Having asked that question to the one who truly won the duel, she would pick up her long coat from the ground and slide it back on over the many, many scars her arms held, and then adjusting her scarf so that it was outside of her coat. Suzume would begin walking off in a random direction had Djazz not already answered her question, and if he had answered yes, she would have him lead the way there. After all, she didn't have all day to prepare, and she needed to get all made up for a party with masks and mystery.
'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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The girl determined, but admittedly naïve. She had only a shallow idea of what he was capable of, let alone other monsters of the sea, and her general surprise at his use of haki alerted him to the fact that this 'Red Blade' Stark fellow must not have had haki, or at least, never used it around her. He grew skeptical that this man was indeed the 'strongest man in the world', in part because he had only vaguely heard of the name and also because it would be rare for such a person to exist without some mastery of haki. Either way, it would seem as though he had made no small impact on this girl.

Speaking to naivety, to believe that there was no other way that he could have blocked that technique, in spite of his strength and speed, was also a false notion. He could think of at least three ways to avoid her technique; albeit against swordsman of her own caliber it made quite the impression. He had chosen to use haki to defend against her technique as a show of the futility of her actions, but stubborn is as stubborn does, and there were few things less stubborn than the desire to kill another living thing. Once you decide on something like that, it's difficult to change your mind.

Even still, he thought it a shame. She had been trained with care, obviously, and whomever taught her to use such techniques had her safety in mind. It was as though arming a mouse to take on larger mammals. But, they had neglected to physically train her, as it would seem. Imagine if she had such technique -and- a physique to go along with it? Though he saw the potential, he decided that this was not his cause to intervene. It was most likely that her call for revenge would one day be her own downfall, and he could only hope that she came to some manner of sense before that day. "I wouldn't mind showing you the details of the black edge techniques... though just showing you would be one thing. It would take extensive training to be able to use it..." He said, specifically using his clansmans name for haki.

She then made small talk about the aesthetic of the invitation, "I guess they are simple... what does it matter if they are cheap or lined in gold?" he said, pausing for a moment, "And what is a 'Wallmart'?" though this was more of a rhetorical line of questioning. He had only been on this island for as long as she had and couldn't tell her where the nearest 'mask and party attire' shop was. As she went to retrieve the clothing she had removed he answered earnestly, "No, I can't say that I do..." he said, feeling something sitting at the edge of his tongue. Almost impulsively he spoke in spite of himself, "Though, Suzume, I will give you a word of caution. For someone who refuses to die you took a great risk today. You trusted the word of a man that you called 'scum'. Even though I'm called a pirate, and one by and large immune to common law thanks to my status as a subordinate of a Warlord, you trusted me to abide by the rules of the duel. There was nothing stopping me from breaking your rules. Even so, of the three strikes that were allowed, I have only used two... And you trusted my words to drop your guard, when with or without the law, I am allowed to strike you once more. If I was truly the scum that you make me out to be, you would be dead. I admire your tenacity, but I would find it personally unsatisfying if you allow yourself to die today... Please, be wise with your life."

Assuming that she had no words for him, and was planning to seek out a place to prepare for the evening, Djazz decided to do the same. Turning to walk to the marine boat, he already knew of attire and a mask that he could potentially use for the evening. Needless to say, the encounter left something stirring within him. Perhaps it was the things that reminded him or himself. Or perhaps it was the great potential he saw in this girl... Either way, he attempted to calm his mind on the walk back to the ship. The world was big, and he couldn't stop to attend to every errand that fate through I his path.

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The cold bitch would have turned to walk away once Djazz said that he didn't have any idea of where a location would be. "I figured..." she would mutter somewhat loudly so he could hear her. Though she stopped to listen to his words. He was genuinely worried for her, and that was part of why she was so mad at him. This guy was in a duel that he himself suggested no less, and had the audacity to feel worried about his opponent. She would clench her fists and shake her head, "No. You don't understand me at all. I didn't let down my guard. I didn't trust you in any way at that moment. I was just ready."

Suzume would sigh, "Besides. If you wanted to kill me you would have done it on the first swing. I know your type, you were trying to read me through my sword and nothing more. I can do the same thing, you can tell a lot from the way a man swings a stick." Her footsteps continued after that, no longer having anything in particular to say in the matter. She'd spoken all she'd needed to say at that point. According to the invitation, she had a few hours until the Masquerade, which she could use to get something to wear so that she might fit in. Happily, within the first couple hours of walking around blindly, she'd managed to find an incredibly convenient and otherwise totally useless shop that went by, 'Renaissance Fashion Galore'

Seriously.

Since the masquerade theme was always a old-style fashionable event she figured that she would be best off dressing in 'Renaissance Casual' at the event.

"Can I help you ma'am?" spoke the tailor slash attendant, likely the owner of the establishment, which Suzume was deducing 100% based on her brown hair tied into a pony tail, reading glasses, and the book she held which read on the front 'The Knight', and looked all fanciful and colored with ink and whatnot. It was mostly the book, but the swordswoman drew it from all the details.

"I'd hope so," the cold bitch began, "I'm basically lost otherwise. I need a costume to wear to the masquerade..." "Say no more, say no more!" spoke the excitable attendant, "I have just the thing for you."

It wouldn't be but a few minutes later that Suzume was stepping out of a dressing room, with a midnight blue dress on, a single strap, and otherwise it was pretty stock and feminine. Just one major issue with it, Suzume was just absolutely covered in scars. It wasn't just on her arms, there was an uncomfortable number on her neck, and they even marred her cleavage which would have been a focus point for the dress. There was a reason why she covered up. "Oh my... I believe I've made an error in judgement..." "What? It's the eyepatch isn't it?" "No, no... It's just.... Uhmm... Wow..." "Keep gawking like that and I'll give you an eyepatch to match. We can be twins." "Alright, alright fine, I'll figure something else out, just... just take that off and get into your other clothes." "Ugh... Fine."

After a few minutes, Suzume was stepping out of the dressing room back in her usual attire, handing the lady the neatly folded up dress. "It was way too girly anyways. I need something that I can keep a sword on hand with and not look out of costume, you know?" the swordswoman would note. "Yeah... Yeah I think I can do something with you yet. " "Did you think I was hopeless or something?" "N-not at all! Please come this way and let me measure you again."

It would be several minutes later when she would be stepping out of the dressing room in attire which was reminiscent of a guard's uniform from colonial times, blue jacket, black pants, boots, a belt. It wasn't... quite renaissance but it was just about the only thing that looked even remotely close that suited her needs. It was styled for a female, it was about her size, and it came with a sword belt. Also it apparently brought out her eye. "This is perfect!" Suzume would exclaim, violet locks styled up into a bun with the side strands dangling to the midsection. "How much?" she would inquire. The price was actually pretty reasonable, so she'd purchased it, though to her chagrin she couldn't just rent it out. But since it didn't require any hem-work, and she could get going now, she was alright with just having this in case of needing a disguise.

She would attach Akisame to her new belt, and also took her first aid bag and slung it over her shoulder, stowing Chompers (a really big-looking flamethrower) inside the bag. "Can I get you to watch my things while I'm out?" she would inquire. "Yeah sure. Just don't forget to get them before close tomorrow, or I'll sell them." "Sell my clothes, and I'll carve them from you and your store." "O-okay! Sorry ma'am just a joke!"

Suzume would then huff as she would look around for a mask store. It wasn't too hard to find, and she'd purchased (yet again, the people here must not even know what renting a costume is) a mask, which was simply a red half-mask which would keep her lower face, nose down, exposed so she wouldn't have to deal with that sweaty-mask issue that others may deal with. The mask had one-way yellow lenses that would hide her eye, though her eyepatch's strap was still visible, she would look at least like she was attending a damned masquerade.

With that she had about an hour to find 'Rust Pit Grande Hall'... The walk took up most of that, though she wasn't late enough to call 'right on time' so she would wait a while before going in, standing outside the Grande Hall and watching the twilight turn to night.
'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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Djazz took his time returning to the ship. The leisurely stroll was exactly what he needed to calm his nerves and center himself after a little tussle like that. It was less the fight and more, the fighter, that got under his skin. He couldn’t help but think of the big picture and imagine how many people felt similarly to her. So many were most likely caught up in a world with one goal in mind and nothing more. Their lives were limited by this ideal of revenge without so much as a second thought about life outside of that. It was unfortunate that his words alone were not capable of changing the mind of another… Perhaps it was the helplessness he felt in those moments of feeling completely unable to help another person. Maybe that vulnerability was what made his skin crawl.

But by the time he arrived at the ship, he had all but centered himself. The ship was slowly being fixed, as it seemed that whomever wasn’t already enlisted into the service of the treasure hunter was pulling out wooden boards and iron sheets in order to patch up the ship the best they could. Marching back onto the ship, it was only a matter of time until he noticed the captain, or rather, the captain noticed him…

Ohh! Djazz, yer back! Did you have a talk with lord Tavin? I made sure to put in a good word for yeh! They were skeptical at first but I told em’! I said ‘that dark skinneded fellar is worth his salt!" No doubt the captain was easily excitable, and after helping at Cactus Island it seemed as though he had won himself a fan; even if it were a marine.

Ha... yeah.” He said, plucking the invitation from his pocket to flash it at the captain, “But I don’t exactly have anything uhh… masquerade party-esk. You wouldn’t happen to have something lying around here… maybe a uniform of some kind around my size?” He said. He didn’t want to rent it, that cost money after all, and knowing him, he would probably ruin it anyway. At least borrowing something from the marines he wouldn’t feel bad if it got a bit ‘dirty’.

The captain’s eyes lit up, “I’ve got even better! Follow me!”

Djazz followed him down into the ship and into the kitchen quarters. Here they had a number of uniforms that the cooks were to use. Opening a supply closet, he opened his arms and presented… “Tadda!!!

Djazz’s eye twitched for a moment, “A…butler suit?

Yes! It’s Black! It’s White! It’s perfect!” he said, grabbing it and throwing it as one lump of cloth at Djazz, giving him not excuse but to catch it. He sighed as he looked at the clothes in his hands. It wasn’t that bad, and after all, he was working. He might be confused for a servant but a body guard was basically that. And besides, he would have a mask on so it wouldn’t be all that embarrassing.

Hmm… it’ll do just fine, thank you.” He said. He couldn’t help but try to be polite with a man that was desperately trying to be hospitable…

Taking the suit back to his makeshift room, he rustled through his things to find a mask that would do the trick for the evening. It was a replica of a ceremonial mask from his home that was carved out of wood specifically for him by his mother. It was one of few memento that he had left from those days on Stronghold Island. Admiring the craftsmanship, he couldn’t help but get a spooky hollowed feel from the mask. He wasn’t sure exactly how it went with butler get up, but it would have to do.

----Later that evening…----

Djazz found himself at a grand plaza. He was surprised that in a place that was rustic and rough on the eyes as rust pit island would have something so pleasant. A large mansion and one of the few places that he could recall seeing green plants, though as he looked closer it would seem as though they were only planted recently. This Lord Tevin fellow must have been quite wealthy to terraform the land about the plaza just for his party…

He came pre-dressed as a butler, and mask already on his face. He wanted to save himself the embarrassment of walking into such an establishment looking so foolishly and somehow the mask made him feel more settled with his identity concealed. As he walked up to the front, many others were converging on the area. Two men, masked of course, stood at the front checking the invitations and allowing people inside. Djazz fell in line, waiting patiently for his turn to march up and present his invitation. He handed them the paper that the quickly scanned before looking to Djazz himself, “Sorry mate. No weapons allowed inside…” A deep rumbling voice said. Djazz hesitated for a moment as he looked to his blade. He wasn’t about to part from Tyche, and it wasn’t as though he would be much of a body guard without his blade. They stood in an awkward silence for a moment sizing each other up before one of the same masked ninja like figures from easily slinked from the shadows. He moved close to the bouncer, whispering something or other into his ear before the man nodded gently, “Go on then…” he said, the tense moment breaking as he was begrudgingly allowed to pass. Djazz looked to the specter before him who nodded, “Hello Djazz. Follow me. Lord Tavin would have a word with you before things begin.” He said. Hardly with a chance to have a look around, he was escorted about the plaza by the specter without much of an idea of exactly where he was going… “Lead the way.

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