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| SqwhirlGod | Oct 6 2015, 12:37 AM Post #1 | ||||||||||||
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Sand. The single most abundant thing on this entire island next to the guns, there was also a butt load of guns just chilling in every visible location. Guns left to rust in the sand storms, some left in the hands of toddlers and children who roamed the streets. Heck she was convinced a large vulture flew by with a leather holster, an over sized hat and a pistol but it could be the heat getting to her. Heck they even gave HER a pistol and she did not even know who she was but apparently it would keep her safe. Well so she was told as she sat before the sheriff of a small town, his eyes trained on her as she sat on a wooden chair, her eyes focused on the spinning ceiling fan above her. The chair was tilted backwards as she let her right leg rest against the man's mahogany desk while she counted the number of rotations of the fan between each of the man's words. "You talk slow." She commented as the man halted, his face screwing up into a scowl as he choked on his words a bit. His face lit up into a bright red, standing out against his own beige top with dark brown features and his golden badge glimmering as he stood up, his hands slamming against the table. "Look here, uhhhh, little...missy!" He stuttered as Nathara continued to sit there unaffected by the man, her upper body leaning towards her right side as her arm dangled off the back of the chair. "Cute, you're angry." She while blinked and continued to stare off into the whirling blades. "Have some res...pect!" he continued as he shouted, his grey beard dancing on his somewhat chubby face, a thick and rounded nose seeming to follow suit. The man was easily shorter than Nathara, his height seeming to be maybe 5'3 or so as he stood and tried to gain a dominant position. "You must respect and uphold the...law! This pistol could save your....life!" He explained, Nathara smirking at his retort. "This sword has probably taken more lives than you've protected." She replied, her left hand resting on the hilt of her katana as she only seemed to smile wider at the man's frustration. "If a man pulled...a gun on you then...what!? He added, his pauses becoming more numerous in his own emotion. "I'd kill them first" The sheriff was becoming increasingly annoyed with Nathara as she sat before him looking cocky as all heck. She wore a white top that exposed her belly a thin black jacket sitting atop it with a hood that loosely covered her head. The back of the jacket bore a triple sign design in blue that she found to be quite stylish, she really did like the jacket. Her sleeves were rolled up to the elbow while her hands were decorated in white bandages up to about the forearm, leaving her pale elbows exposed. Her legs were covered in dark blue denim, the likes of which were quite common, while her black leather boots wrapped around her calves half way to her knees. Hiding her dark lip stick was a long thin scarf that she nearly always wore, what's an outfit without her favorite scarf? "I'd love to see you try!" he called out as Nathara watched him reach for his weapon, drawing into her own leg pouch and kicking against the table. The man pulled the gun and shot, missing completely as Nathara laid on her back, her right hand behind her head as she fell, her left extended to show the throw. The Kunai was pinned to the wall, the man's hat taken with it completely as it rested off his head. The man simply froze as he saw the smoking hole in his wall, sighing as Nathara laughed to herself, the smile only getting bigger as she knew she had the man outclassed. He was clearly out of shape and she was completely unsure as to why he believed that was even a decent threat. The man made quite the uncomfortable face as a voice boomed from behind the iron bars, the darkness of the prison cell clearly home to someone. "Sad little man." the figure commented, the voice's bass was enough to inspire several dubstep interpretations as the figured shuffled behind the bars. 3 cells sat within the wooden structure, the bars all seemingly dark enough to absorb all the light within the cell as the man stepped closer. He wore a lime green mohawk and a tribal tattoo that overlapped with his right eye, completing it when he blinked. "She shows a lot of promise, if only you showed more than a pile of donuts. Maybe then you'd be able to keep up." He courted, his laughter erupting as Nathara's ended, her eyes fixed on the sheriff as another man came bursting in. "Sheriff! Sheriff! Come quick! There's been another murder!" The sheriff slowly holstered his gun as he kept his eyes on Nathara, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Coming..." he ended as he pulled the Kunai from his hat and left it on his desk. Readjusting his hat the man looked back to Nathara and uttered to her quietly, "We'll meet again." and without moments he was out the door. Nathara rolled over her shoulder, effectively landing in a crouch before standing up and stretching. She was mid way through her stretch when she grabbed her Kunai and threw it back into her pouch. As she turned to leave, adjusting her sword, the man called out to here, "I meant what i said. It'd be a shame to have to go up against someone like you." "Then don't cross my path." She added as she herself stepped out of the Sheriff's office. "Is that so? Shame." he continued, "I liked you." he ended as Nathara fixed her blade and stepped out into the small town. The ground was a tad damp, it had clearly rained not too long ago but at most it was a drizzle. The heat was normally obnoxious but for once it was pretty nice out and not threatening to roast her skin. All she knew was that now, she needed a drink, she had to find the nearest bar. Taking her chances, she walked towards a place called Bubba's hopefully, this wasn't the strip club that she figured it was. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The man smirked and coughed, his laugh triggering several other small sounds as he seemed to completely disappear from his own cell. Edited by SqwhirlGod, Oct 6 2015, 12:37 AM.
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Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35 Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54 Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22 Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13 Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10 | |||||||||||||
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| Spirit | Oct 6 2015, 12:30 PM Post #2 | ||||||||||||
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Eliza opened her eyes and yawned as the sound of gunfire permeated the air around the building where she chose to spend the night catching up on sleep. She should have been used to gunfire by now, given her own skills and her current location, but it never hurt to be careful. After all, who knew when gunfire would mean that she would need to fight for her life, no matter how distant the gunfire seemed to be. In this particular case, the gunfire was not distant at all since it seemed that everyone and their mother possessed guns and were not afraid to use them for anything. She should have felt right at home given her outfit and her preferred weapon of choice, but the bounty hunter never really felt comfortable around amateurs wielding guns or any sort of weapons. After all, unlike a professional, you never knew when an amateur opponent would do something stupid, something that you were completely unprepared for. Granted that with her preferred method of taking out opponent it was less of a problem than for most people, but still, you could never be too careful. Sitting up on the bed, the markswoman stretched and got out a roll of bandages which she used to tie down her wings flat against her back. Next came her corset, pants, and chaps before pulling on her boots and getting up from the bed, all the while planning out her day. She had come to the island following a particular pirate, one that she believed would have some information on her tormentor. The gunsmith muttered choice curses underneath her breath as she strapped on her gun holsters and bayonet sheath on her belt before throwing on her duster and slinging her rifle over her shoulders. Finally, Eliza pulled on her gloves and hat before putting on her sunglasses and leaving the somewhat dilapidated room that she stayed in for the night, having no desire to wake up covered in sand if she roughed it out outside. Granted that the room was not much better but it was still something. Walking by the front office, the bounty hunter let the front desk know that she was leaving, in as few words as she could manage, before returning to the outside. The markswoman sighed mentally as she took a look at the town. She really hated sand so being here was not exactly a pleasant experience for her. But duty called and revenge waited for no one. Now, the problem was that she only had a vague idea where the pirate might be though thankfully this was a rather small town so there were not a whole lot of places to hole up and hide. Knowing pirates, a bar of some sort would probably be her best bet. Taking out a cigarette, she lit on fire, taking a few puffs to get it going, before making her way to the nearest bar she could find, which went by the name of Bubba's, which was a rather curious name since most bar names tended to be something more interesting than Bubba's, but oh well. It wasn't like she hadn't been in bar like that before and usually shoving her gun into the nuts of anyone that wanted to accost her stopped them from trying any more shenanigans. There were only a few that have lost their nuts over the years when they have failed to take a hint. With another mental sigh, the gunsmith entered the bar. |
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| SqwhirlGod | Oct 9 2015, 08:28 AM Post #3 | ||||||||||||
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Nathara was unsure of what exactly she expected in this town, but upon entering this bar everything began to make more and more sense. First off, she was wrong, she was all kinds of wrong but she was wishing more and more that she was right. Second, the place was so many types of weird to her and it left a really weird and foreign feeling in her mouth. The men and women of the town all seemed to be slightly overweight, leaving her and her slim figure a tad bit isolated in the town. Third, spotlights and slow and sad country music was such a strange and awful combination to her and she just openly did not like it. She walked in and could feel the irritation upsetting her as she sat down at the bar, at least the lights weren't so bright. Continuing to scan the room as she looked about, she could feel the obnoxious amounts of confusion twisting and bubbling inside her as she noticed a series of larger ladies slip past her giving her a cold glare. Nathara turned on the stool, watching them leave as she smiled, resting her elbows on the bar as she leaned back and enjoyed the show. The women wore dresses that seemed old fashion in design and carried themselves like royalty, which further astounded her. She laughed loudly as the ladies hit the door, they halted and seemed to jump at the sound of the laugh, turning to the young assassin and screwing their faces before shuffling out the door. "Whatever." she concluded as she leaned her head up to flashing ceiling, the wooden structure adding a bit of comfort to her trip as she sat and took in the setting. Nope, still depressing. "Crazy little firecracker, ain'tcha?" commented the man behind the counter as Nathara smiled, she hadn't heard anything like that in awhile. Her eyes remained trained on the various beams above her head as she allowed her left hand to ever so gently rest on her swords hilt. "Silent, that's cool. What can i get you?" he asked as she tapped her fingers on the blades wrapping, thinking for a brief moment there was a bit of a pause. "Orange Juice." she concluded, the man nodding in agreement as he left to go and retrieve the drink. Meanwhile... "Can you believe her Ange!?" A large lady in a green old fashion dress roared, her golden locks jumping as she moved about. The lady was amongst a group of three in total, her two friends rocking similar dresses of varying color reminiscent of the three fairy godmothers in the sleeping beauty. "She really has some nerve just walking into our bar and trying to show us up!" Her friends nodded in compliance a unified 'Yeah' heard among the remaining two. "Why don't we show her a good time? Hm ladies?" The final one questioned, her hand slipping onto the handle of a revolver inside her matching purse, the other two smiling as they followed suit. "Let's fill that pretty body with holes!" The three girls reached into the center of the triangle and high fived before giggling profusely, pulling out the revolvers and holding them at their side. The blonde triplets walked into the bar, shoving the door open, all too prepared to cause a scene. "Let's see how cute she thinks she is when we beat her to a pulp." The sound of sliding glass was all Nathara wished to hear within the sea of country music, her ears seeming to be unable to find a moment of peace as the singer sang of a cheating spouse and revenge. "Sucks to be you." she whispered, rubbing her glass against the bandages on her hand in the hopes of removing anything from the possibly unsanitary cup. Raising the glass to her head she could hear something that was not country music, finally, the sound of breaking wood. The music stopped as the three chubby maidens found themselves inside the bar once more, their guns trained onto Nathara as she sat facing away from them, eyes on her drink as she gulped it down. The room felt all too silent, no screams, no anything just the satisfied sound of the young woman finishing her juice. "Hands where we can see em!" The first lady shouted, a gang of people throwing their hands onto their own personal holsters, only to find themselves surrounded within a sea of cocked guns. The sisters had back up, a series of other strangely dressed women took their side, pointing weapons at everyone in the establishment. The numbers seemed about equal at first glance, Bubba's was clearly not just some bar, but more than likely some pirates hangout. Nathara turned on the seat again, the same smirk on her lips that had been appearing all day today. "You ladies just love making me smile...don't you?" She commented, not an ounce of fear in her body. She really wasn't the kind of panic or get riled up all too easily. "THINK THIS IS A GAME, GIRL!? One of them shouted as Nathara tilted her head, elbows once again on the bar as she raised her hands into the air without lifting her elbows from the bar. She simply laughed as she looked onto the girls, her face reflecting only that the lady in red had guessed correctly. "I'M SO SICK OF YOU!" she shouted flailing about before she retrained the gun. "MISDEMEANOR PIRATES!" She howled, the group of women shouting in accordance to the woman's scream, "LET'S TEAR THIS PLACE UPPPPPP!" She shouted, the women yelling in accordance, well this was about to get crazy. The first shot rang out, the bullet flew straight and true, hitting Nathara, but barely, grazing her right cheek as she closed her eye and winced. "Nice shot." She commented, her right hand hitting the bar as she leapt over and crouched behind it to protect herself from oncoming fire. Hopefully this was cover and not concealment. Before she could a second shot rang out, the bullet flying into the arm of the lady in the cherry red dress. She fell into a scream as her friends looked horrified, their eyes quickly turning to the shooter, a well dressed man who was quickly filled with rounds. The entire bar soon erupted into a violent affair, tables flipped for cover bullets ringing out and around. Though deafening, she had to admit she did enjoy it more compared to country music before. Slipping a throwing star from her pouch she held it firm before getting ready to join the fray. Edited by SqwhirlGod, Oct 9 2015, 08:30 AM.
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Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35 Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54 Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22 Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13 Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10 | |||||||||||||
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Eliza cocked her eyebrow as she entered the bar, not really expecting what she saw. For you see, it appeared that this was more than a simple bar and looked to be some sort of a dancing club that was filled with sad sounding country music with fat looking men and women slowly dancing to it. All in all, it was a sad looking place. Hell, the bounty hunter almost preferred the regular seedy bars that most pirates preferred to whatever this place was. It may have something to do with the looks that she was getting from the females on the dance floor. While the markswoman was used to the looks of lust from the men at the seedy bars, the looks that she was getting were more of a hateful rather than the lustful variety. The smith considered these looks as she sat down at the bar, making a note of another female at the bar that did not look like the overweight ones on the dance floor. There were two, maybe three, possibilities as to why she was getting such hateful looks. The first possibility was that these people hated outsiders, which would explain why the other female at the bar was getting the hateful looks as well. Then again, seeing as how Eliza dressed in an outfit that fit the town, that did not explain how the others recognized that she was an outsider. Granted that this was a fairly small town so perhaps everyone knew each other. Another possibility was the way she was dressed, specifically that her outfit resembled one of a sheriff. Maybe these people hated the sheriff? But that would mean that they were criminals of some sort. With that thought, the bounty hunter loosened the holsters so that she would be able to quickly draw her guns if needed at a moment's notice. While it was unlikely that this was a den of illicit activities, it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, she preferred to keep her body free of any extra holes that did not occur naturally. The third and final possibility was that these females were simply jealous that the two outsider females were thinner than them. But that was too stupid and petty to actually consider to be the main reason behind the hateful looks. Unfortunately, unless markswoman got more information soon, there was not much that she could do about it aside from ignoring it. Turning back to the bar, she noted that the other female ordered an orange juice instead of any kind of drink, which was rather suspicious, but before the smith could begin trying to interrogate the bartender, there was a sound of splintering wood, followed by sudden silence. Turning around, Eliza saw that some of the overweight females from before were now wielding guns and looked eager to put some extra holes into her. One of the gun females was eyeing the bounty hunter as well, the same hateful look on her face. While she did not want to be involved in a gun fight, it was looking more and more inevitable. Several moments passed before one of the female gunslingers announced that she was part of a group of pirates and that they were intent on tearing this place up. This was followed by a grazing shot to the female at the bar, a shot from a man at one of the pirates, and a lot of shots at the man by the pirates, bringing him down. After that, everything devolved into chaos. Thinking quickly, the markswoman leapt over the bar for cover, drawing her pistol as she did. Peering over the bar, the smith lined up her shot on the nearest target and pulled the trigger, sending a ball of metal blasting through the woman's chest, dropping her almost immediately, before hiding back behind the bar to reload. She really needed to get better guns for things like this. Preferably ones that contained more than one shot and were much quicker to reload than these flintlock pistols. She just had to survive long enough to get some. |
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| VackTavish | Oct 18 2015, 02:49 PM Post #5 | ||||||||||||
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This town really sucked in Romona's honest opinion, which would be freely given if anyone had ever asked it of her. It wasn't the dryness of the air or the sand that was at issue, it was the people. Fat, slow, lazy and constantly playing that terrible music. They were also cheap bastards and ever since getting dumped here Romona had made precisely zero progress towards getting off island. Plan A had been sign up with a passing ship then ditch them somewhere good but so far there had not been anything worth joining. A couple of pirate crews, tempting but not worth the trouble and too likely to get way too upset at her ditching and possibly selling them out for pocket change. There was also a couple of marine ships but those she gave an even wider berth than she gave the pirates. The man who raised her had told a lot of stories about the marines, like how they kidnapped people and forcibly conscripted them before inadequately arming them, putting a commissar behind shot shoot anyone who tried to run then sent them to die in waves against superhumans. The reminiscing was not interfering with Romona's work, she had been stuck at this job for so long, a week!, that everything was by rote. When she had arrived everyone here had low expectations, the previous cook had once admitted to serving cardboard covered in gravy and that hadn't even been what had lost him this job. That had been his refusing the advances of some of the more influential clientele of this place, poor guy had decided to join some crew of circus pirates. A sudden noise and a shaking of the building broke her concentration on that train of thought and there were the obvious sounds of a battle just starting in the main room. Looking to the oven in fright she saw that the vibration had knocked the cakes she was baking down so they collapsed into themselves! Just as she was about to rush over frantically to see if there was anything salvageable one of the pirates burst into the kitchen likely looking for a more effective weapon than the one she had. "Hey! Get the hell out of here! One rule! I have one rule and you people can't follow it! Stay out of my god damned kitchen!" She yelled as the fat woman just stared at her with droopy eyelids. "That's it! Dragon Kick!" She shouted, delivering a heavy kick to the woman's bloated stomach sending her blasting back out the door! "You all know what? A gun fight, really? This job is not worth it, I quit! Also all the cakes are ruined so good luck with that!" She announced to the entire room before rushing to the bar's cash register, which opened with a swift palm hit to the sweet spot on its side. Taking out her week's earnings she dumped the rest back and kicking it shut as she started moving towards the door.
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John Margerish • Solo-Other • Martial Artist • Crewless • SD Earned: 242• Beli: ฿ 60,560,000 • Threat: 55 • Location: Inactive "Unlucky Arsonist" Jackery • Faolan Maedoc • Solo-Other • Entertainer • No Crew • SD Earned: 182 • Beli: ฿ 33,000,000 • Fame: 8/Threat:42 • Location: Inactive Kane Fable • Other • Inventor • Crewless • SD Earned: 234 • Beli: ฿ 30,650,000 • Threat:75 • Location: Grand Line Romona Brunner • Bounty Hunter • Chef/Assassin • Crewless • SD Earned: 192 • Beli: ฿ 56,500,000 • Threat: 25 • Location: Brick Blues Stokar Kern • Marine • Marksman/Weapon Specialist • Crewless • SD Earned: 61 • Beli: ฿ 7,750,000 • Commendations: 5 • Location: Inactive | |||||||||||||
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| SqwhirlGod | Oct 21 2015, 06:38 AM Post #6 | ||||||||||||
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Nathara found herself a bit threatened by the random person hopping over the counter, what relieved her was finding out this woman was aiming for the pirates alongside her. "Nice shot." She commented, her eyes sliding left and right as she simply watched the chaos unfold before her before she slid back down the bar and sat with her back against it. "Ha. Guess you can handle this, i'm going to take a nap." Nathara commented as she put her hands behind her head and crossed her legs as to make herself comfortable. The twenty something year old could not be bothered with all this gun fighting, she wanted to actually duel someone in close range combat. She did not detest guns, as much as she knew they were not her forte, she also didn't want to bring unnecessary amounts of attention to herself. As her eyes shut and she began to relax she could hear nothing but whimpering coming from somewhere near her. Her eyes reopened slowly as she blinked thrice, unsure of where the noise was coming from, only to find a small boy ducked behind the counter, tears and unnamed fluids dripping from almost every orifice. As she lifted her head to her left, she watched the bartender duck in and out of cover firing round after round towards the pirates. Hitting the deck, the man looked at Nathara with a vicious look, "Look this entire situation happened because of you, and you! She's fightin' if you ain't fightin' i need you to do me this." The man encourage, whipping his finger at the child in the corner, sobbing louder than he had been before. "Protect my son...!" Nathara looked unamused, though she did feel almost forced to help the child and deep down she wanted to, but she wanted to sweeten the deal. "Orange juice, promise me orange juice." she added, her finger poised in the air like a school student with a question. A growl followed by a nod as the bartender couldn't believe the situation, "Fine, fine for the love of....orange juice, now GET!" he shouted within the wall of gun fire, "Through the kitchen, you can all get out through the back." He added as Nathara nodded, "Come on, squirt." she added, pulling him onto her back as she poised to move getting into a runner's start. Her left hand held her blade to her waist as not to throw her off as she moved as she looked for the direction of the kitchen door. Planning out her next steps, the young assassin leapt over the counter and onto a nearby table, hesitating as a gunshot rang out just in front of her face. Her eyes hitting the left as she felt the animosity building up towards the shooters responsible, she leapt into the air and gripped her sword while the woman reloaded. "Tranquil Blade....Winter's Bite." She said calmly, her weapon cutting into the chest of her victim as she then landed on her and kicked her into the ground. Proud of her work she then bolted for the kitchen door, her eyes on the prize as she slid straight through door and entered the back room. The sisters were now down to members, the hot headed lady in the red the only one left standing among the three as she dragged her sisters back towards the entrance. She removed a den den mushi from her pocket and barked into it several orders, where ever the girls were going next, they best be certain this was not yet over. |
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Felix Essiam • Navigator • Martial Artist• None • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 95 • Beli: 18,073,457 • Location: South Blue Strength: 40:-----Stamina: 30;-----Speed: 55 ;-----Accuracy: 30;-----Fortune: 35 Firo Kane • Marksman • Martial Artist • Inventor • Carpenter • Black Dread Pirates • Bounty: 42,250,000• SD Earned: 202 • Beli: 14,750,000 • Location: Sky Islands, Grand Line Strength: 45:-----Stamina: 46;-----Speed: 75 ;-----Accuracy: 50;-----Fortune: 54 Martin 'Bloodhound' Martello • Inventor • Martial Artist • Threat: 5 • SD Earned: 58 • Beli: 9,050,000 • Location: Osula, North Blue Strength:56:-----Stamina: 20;-----Speed: 10 ;-----Accuracy: 20;-----Fortune:22 Terra 'Rojo' Katsua • Smith • Weapon Specialist • Bounty: N/A • SD Earned: 20 • Beli: 5,160,000 • Location: Other Island, Grand Line Strength:16:-----Stamina: 12;-----Speed: 14;-----Accuracy: 10;-----Fortune:13 Nathara Remora • Assassin • Weapon Specialist • Threat: 1 • SD Earned: 8 • Beli: 8,200,000 • Location: Wild Wild West, West Blue Strength:10:-----Stamina: 10;-----Speed: 10;-----Accuracy: 19 ;-----Fortune:10 | |||||||||||||
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| Spirit | Oct 22 2015, 03:08 PM Post #7 | ||||||||||||
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As she was reloading, Eliza was surprised by the sound of a splintering door as the door to the kitchen as one of the pirates was kicked through it, followed quickly by a woman heading directly for the cash register, shouting something about ruining cake. The bounty hunter briefly wondered how the pirate that was kicked through the door managed to sneak past her but now that she was knocked out, that was one less thing to worry about. Before the markswoman could continue her attack on the pirates, she was once again interrupted by what appeared to be a crying kid, who belonged to the bartender, not that she knew why the bartender would bring a kid here but she did not care enough about it to make a scene about it. Thankfully, the smith did not have to deal with the kid for long as the other female at the bar for some reason agreed to take the kid away from here in exchange for orange juice before moving back into the kitchen to escape. Finally and thankfully, she could once again focus on the pirates. Glancing over the counter, Eliza was pleased to see that the other townspeople managed to subdue most of the pirate threat, leaving only three pirates alive, and only one of them being left standing. It seemed that not all of the townspeople were all that bad, even if they were still rather overweight. Taking out her second gun, the bounty hunter leapt over the counter before taking a careful enough aim and squeezing both triggers, one bullet impacting the standing pirate's leg and the other her shoulder, throwing her to the ground to join the two other pirates. The markswoman was not entirely sure what the woman was saying on her den den mushi prior to being shot, but it was most likely a call for backup or perhaps a retreat to a specific location. Both were certainly something that the smith was intending to find out if she was to ensure that the pirate threat was properly taken care of. Making her way carefully towards the fallen pirates, one couldn't be too sure what a cornered pirate would do, Eliza quickly reloaded her pistols, making sure that they were pointed at the downed pirates as she approached them. Nearing the three pirates, she could see that only two were conscious and only one, the red head, looked like she could do anything in their current situation. Thinking quickly, the bounty hunter pointed her gun as the non-red headed pirate and pulled the trigger, ending that pirate's life and leaving only two alive. "Now, unless you want to avoid a fate worse than your friend there, I suggest that you answer my questions truthfully and quickly." the markswoman said, keeping her gun pointed at the red head's face. "First and foremost, are there any more of your crew out there and if so, did you call them here for backup? If not, did you order them to retreat to a specific location? And finally, if there are any of your crew remaining, how many are left and where are they?" the smith asked bluntly hoping that the pirate would answer quickly and truthfully. |
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Romona felt it was clear enough that she could double check her count on the money she had just grabbed. She compared the amount on hand with what she had managed to save up until now and compared it to her expenses and the cost of a boat ticket off island to anywhere better than this. Sadly the numbers came up as being not nearly enough and she gave a curse at her bad fortune. If she had kept her temper in check she could have just ducked out and waited through this event, maybe salvaging a little more of the situation but after her abrupt quitting it would not be healthy to stay Wild Wild West Island any longer. "Hey squirt, cheer up!" Romona ducked into the kitchen just long enough to pull out the not ruined portion of what she was cooking, her special hearty meat pies which were just cooling on the back rack. Handing one to the kid and offering some to the two women who had apparently started the fight she made her offer. "You two are like rival gangsters to to my ex employers here right?" She made a rather informed guess, they were not marines otherwise the entire building would have been surrounded as the seagull's rarely went for subtle tactics. Bounty hunters would be securing anyone worth money and already have made a run for it before help could arrive. "These ones have been moving a lot of 'product' through here, and I got a pretty good idea where they have been stashing it. I'll tell you guys for a ticket off this dusty rock." Romona even did the air quotes for product. She was not too sure exactly what was being smuggled but judging by the physique of the this gang of pirates it clearly was not diet pills, unless they followed Scarface's advice about not doing what you're dealing. "Better think fast in any case, I'm bugging out before the rest get back which should be pretty quick." Spoiler: click to toggle
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Nathara, slid past the shattered door and found herself in the kitchen, the chef, or woman in charge spoke to her as she let the child off her back in a crouched position. The kid was crying, although he was being hushed by the chef, the sound of gunfire was something this child was not yet accustomed to. Strange for a child of Wild Wild West, but hey, who was she to judge him? Nathara looked at the woman coldly as she stood up before she turned her attention back to the child, looking down to him and rubbing his head, effectively ruffling his hair and belittling him. The child wiped tears from his eyes as Nathara continued to give him an emotionless glare before returning her attention to the other lady. "Honestly...i have no idea what's happening. I don't know you, her, and i don't know who to trust." She said plainly, cocking her hip to the side as the gunfire died down and the violence slowly came to an end. She continued to hold her blade's handle beneath her left palm, holding it towards the ground for a quick draw in case things went south. Nathara tilted her head and continued to seem as disinterested as ever while the lady spoke about goods and products here on the island. It didn't really give her anything to go after, she was mostly a merc anyway right? She had cracked down on numerous pirates but only because of gold received from local marines. "Look...as much as i appreciate the offer..." The red headed pirate smiled, her eyes seeming to be uncaring and filled with a sense of apathy that would send chills down the spine of any hardened soldier. She felt her being slip into the sadness, her heart sinking at the sight of her dead sisters, though she knew this was not the end. "You think this matters? Do you think any of this even matters?" She chuckled as her sister's blood pooled beside her, the deep red staining the lighter red of her own attire and bringing tears into her eyes. "Wait...just you wait...Celsius will protect us....Celsius will avenge us." The woman's words chuckled into insanity as she seemed to have drifted into insanity. Tears streamed down her face, but a twisted smile would surface, her eyes would widen and she would only seem more excited under the barrel of gun. "This island is doomed, we'll take their guns, we'll take their water, we'll take their lives. This island will become a wasteland an arctic wasteland..." She cackled loudly, loud enough to draw the concern of her fellow crew mates and civilians alike. Her voice raised as she cracked up. "ONLY THE COLD HEARTED AND MOST RUTHLESS WILL SURVIVE. ONLY CELSIUS WILL LIVE O-" She ended as from the door way a dart flew straight, embedding itself in her neck. The thick lady had her eyes close slowly, as she began to look towards the door "Finally..." escaping her lips as the window shatter and a small bomb rolled it's way in. The round object bounced off the counter and rebounded off a flipped table waiting a few moments before it blew. The explosion would rip a hole in the ceiling, effectively clearing the blast radius and causing the ceiling to collapse in the front half of the bar. Saving it all from coming down would be the pillars of ice protruding from the center of the explosion straight to the outside of the building. The erupting pillars threatened to rip Eliza in two if she did not move out of the way. The air surrounding the explosion would feel chilly, the outside of the bar layered in spikes and the ground even near the explosion would be covered in a layer of ice. The wooden structure danced with the icy substance as a figure stepped around the new frigid addition. Nathara, hearing the sounds from outside rushed over to the broken door, her eyes on the frozen exhibit that seemed to have erupted from the ground as the cloaked figure stepped forth. The man wore a mask, similar to a silver gas mask with red lenses on his eyes, he wore a cowboy hat and wore the matching boots with it. His torso was layered in brown coat that seemed many sizes to big for him, though he himself was quite a tall man. His mask allowed a white mist to erupt from the mouth covering as he exhaled slowly and merely looked onto Eliza and the fallen pirate. "One Job. I gave you guys one job." He reflected, his steps slow as he came closer before halting above the lady's body. "Potpourri Fools." He said once, the chilling silence filling the air as he pulled out a funny blue pistol, hovering it between her eyes as he crouched down over her chest. "Not worth it." He said as he unloaded a small pebble from the gun and inserted it into the woman's mouth, shutting it for her as she could only stare on in horror. He got up and stepped aside before pointing at Eliza and then the remaining bar goers, his glare impossible to decipher. The woman struggled on the ground, seeming like she was breathless and choking while she gripped her own throat, clawing at it for release. With a foot placed on her and another pause for dramatic effect, he rolled her slightly forward. "You saw nothing." As the words came from his mouth, a frigid structure erupted around the woman, her face frozen in a state of horror as she was captured in ice, the pain on her face apparent and her life already sucked from her. Beyond the corpse and the icy capsule, the man had left, nothing remained of him but the icy events. Nathara was speechless, she had no idea what even just happened or how to even feel about it all as it felt so sudden. Corpses, blood and ice remained scattered around the bar, tables flipped and things torn asunder. It wasn't until the boy had screamed behind her "DAD!" that she was even attentive enough to notice the bartender impaled by the icy torment, his right arm hooked and bent impossibly so that the same shard went through his left shoulder as well. "Shit..." |
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It seemed like the pirate did not deem it to be in her best interest to answer the questions quickly and honestly. Hell, it seemed that said pirate did not want to say anything worthwhile at all. Eliza narrowed her eyes as she listened to the pirate blather on about something that made absolutely no sense. Maybe seeing her comrade shot right beside her snapped something but the pirate should have expected something like this when she decided to become one. Either way, it did not look like the bounty hunter would get anywhere questioning wise, which was a shame really since she did not really possess any sort of information about the island and she was hoping to get some from this pirate. Oh well. And if the pirate decided to be uncooperative, then said pirate became a useless hunk of flesh and should be disposed off at the earliest opportunity. While she did not relish in murder, the markswoman certainly felt a bit happier with every dead pirate. Unfortunately, she would not do the honors this time as what looked to be a dart flew from the door way and silenced the raving lunatic. Instantly on her guard, the smith did not miss another object flying into the room and bouncing off the counter before exploding. Being near the doorway, Eliza did not have to worry about the initial explosion. What she did have to worry about though were the ice spikes that sprouted from the explosion in her direction. Being aware of the threat gave the bounty hunter just enough to avoid getting impaled, rolling to the aside to avoid the spikes. Even though, they came uncomfortably close to her face, something she did not really appreciate. Before she could begin wrapping her mind around explosions that created ice, the markswoman was interrupted by a chilly voice from the doorway. Spinning around, her guns drawn and ready to go, the female was greeted by a sight of what she thought was a man with a silver gas mask, calmly entering the ruined bar and proceeding the place a small icy blue pebble into the pirate's mouth, holding it shut as a look of horror graced her face. Eliza was not entirely sure what she should do in the current situation. On one hand, this was most likely a pirate and deserved to die. On the other hand, said pirate possessed weapons that she did not fully understand so attacking him here and now would be akin to suicide and she did not particularly care to throw away her life just yet. As such, the bounty hunter kept her guns pointed at the man just in case he decided to attack her, watching as the female pirate turned to ice, before the man backed out of the bar and disappeared. Rushing to the doorway, the markswoman looked up and down the street and failing to spot the man. Turning back inside, she cringed as the kid from before cried out for his father. While deep inside she sympathized with the kid, having had her own parents murdered before her, she had bigger fish to fry and could not afford wasting her time comforting the kid. "Alright! Does anyone know who that man was, where I can find him, and how was he able to create the ice?" the smith called out loudly, hoping for some useful information but doubting it would be forthcoming. |
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Romona bit into her meat pie trying to act cool and calm around these people of violence while tricking money out of them. The risk here was pretty big and she regretted not having just emptied the till when she was in there. She vowed to herself to be less honest in the future as she waited for an answer regarding her offer. It was odd that someone so quick to take down her former employers was so hesitant to answer but what was coming out was clearly a rejection. Not the worst outcome considering what Romona had just been imagining would happen. Just as she was about to answer by giving a shrug and walking off, her former boss started ranting. Backing away slowly as the woman's sanity was obviously running away at the high speeds Romona wanted to be going at she made ready to bolt, her watching the doorway to be sure the pathway out of here was still clear was what allowed the cook to spot the incoming bomb. She dove back the way she had come, right at the bar counter and ducking under it as her warning shout was overpowered by the explosion. "You just blew the place up, why would you do that?" Romona shouted towards the direction the explosive had been thrown from. She went silent again when figure came in and stayed silent when he permanently dealt with her former, now formerly living, boss. "Okay, offer is closed guys! This is a whole lot of nope that I am not going to deal with! Good luck with the psycho killer cause I'm going to see if those marines are still recruiting!" There wasn't much left of the building and Romona was not having an easy time figuring which would be the best way to run that would give cover. |
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The scene was a massacre, blood stained the wooden boards and icy pierced the structure with ease, it's glistening beams stretched towards the heavens. Nathara was more than a bit distraught, while not entirely emotional, she was definitely pulling at straws here trying to make sense of what just occurred. Her eyes traced the scene numerous times as she tried to piece together all the tiny factors that made this all possible, but the sound of the crying child kept breaking her concentration. Turning her head slowly she approached the kid and just looked at him for a moment, unsure of how she could even comfort him during all this. Going onto one knee she rubbed his head as she sighed, his hands balled and rubbing his eyes before she pulled him in for a hug. The sobbing child made her heart ache, but it did more than just that, the entire incident seemed to fuel a slight blood lust inside her. She was unsure who this man was, but she knew he would pay for the murder, but she wasn't sure if she was skilled enough to take down such a criminal. She remained calm, confident and somewhat dissatisfied by how everything had turned out, but hearing the sheriff looking woman speak was definitely a plus here as she wasn't the only one looking to take down the scoundrel. "Not sure, but when you find out...let me know." She responded, standing up while holding the child in her arms, still consoling him without so much as a second thought. It was her responsibility, the last thing he asked was to keep his son safe and that was something she intended on doing. Her eyes focused onto the chef she had met merely a moment before, her cold glare seeming to have only become hardened in the icy atmosphere. "Do as you want...maybe they'll help you grow a back bone." She hissed as she turned her glare back to the shooter, the child's screams and cries seeming to slip into the background at this point, he seemed to be losing vigor, maybe he was becoming tired. "Maybe the sheriff would know something about this man...we should definitely go to him for-" she stopped as a voice erupted into the building crushing the silence before renewing it with an even thicker air of tension. "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?" The sheriff shouted, almost as if on cue. The short pudgy man was much more intimidating now than he had seemed before. His face was a dangerous red hue and his former pasty appearance was now something of an after thought. The mustache and large hat still screamed something out of a cartoon, but his white hair earned him enough respect. "YOU!? ARE YOU WITH CELSIUS TOO!?" He exclaimed, his small boots making movements inwards and towards the trio. Nathara simply looked at him, collected as usual while she held her ground and turned towards him a bit more. She wanted to make a smart ass remark, but she knew she would need his assistance here, forcing her to swallow her pride a bit. "Celsius?" She questioned, "Until that lady had her little panic attack, i would have never heard the name." The sheriff was still fuming, though he looked at the other ladies and began to simmer down just a tad bit. "You were the chef, right?" He questioned as he looked to Romona, "If he trusted you...i trust you." he began, his eyes looking to the ground as he placed his hat to his chest in respect to the deceased. "This is no place for a little boy, i want you ladies to follow me and explain to me what happened." He said, sadness clearly in his voice, "This is no place for a child." |
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Eliza sighed as no one really seemed to answer her question, the remaining populace running around with their head cut off. And while she could understand their response, that did not mean that she appreciated it or had to deal with it. The one response that stood out was the chef chick from before, stating that she rescinded her offer of help and would this place to find some Marines to join. Having little regard for cowards or Marines, the markswoman sneered at the chef in response to her words, not deigning her with a proper verbal response. Well, she could certainly deign her with a cutting response, but that would not really help matters at all so there was no reason for it. The swordswoman's mention of the sheriff was a response that was somewhat more useful. While it was not as useful as finding out anything about the man responsible for the attack, it was still better than nothing. Hopefully the sheriff would have more information. Turning around to go find said sheriff, the smith came face to face with the man himself and boy, did he not look happy at all. The bounty hunter gripped one of her guns just in case that sheriff decided that she was at fault and that he would not be taking any prisoners. The likelihood of this happening was rather low but people have done stupid things when they were angry so the possibility was still there. It was low but still there and Eliza did not intend to go down without a fight. Thankfully, even if the sheriff eyed her with some suspicion, his response did not amount to anything much more than that, something that she was rather thankful for. The sheriff's choice of words did provide a useful bit of information. The name of the perpetrator of the attack. Celsius. Not that she had ever heard of the name before but it was still nice to know at least something about her target, even if it was just his name. Seeing as how there was absolutely nothing left here that would be of use to her, the markswoman acquiesced to accompany the sheriff, even if she did not particularly appreciate the, what appeared to her, a condescending tone. Still, she would need to endure it if she wanted information. Once they have arrived to wherever the sheriff was taking them, hopefully not a prison cell, the smith refused any seat that the man would offer her, if any, preferring to get right down to business. "Alright, since the bar patrons failed to provide any useful information, I am hoping that you are different. Now, what can you tell me about this Celsius fellow. I hope that you know enough to point me in the direction where I can find him as well as what sort of weapons and abilities he may have at his disposal. Really, anything that would help me avoid getting murder as I am trying to apprehend him." Eliza continued. Hopefully the sheriff would provide the necessary. It felt like she was hoping for things to work out a lot lately but that could not be helped when you knew absolutely nothing about your opponent. If the sheriff failed to provide anything useful, the only thing left for her would be to seek out this Celsius herself and hope for the best. |
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This was pretty crazy and Romona was still more than a little shell shocked, if she had more presence of mind on the situation she could have thought more clearly and come up with a way to either talk herself out of the situation or make a clean escape that would have no repercussions that would follow her afterward. "Okay, you got me but I hope we are not planning anything crazy here. That guy killed people like it was nothing and spouted off his plans like there was nothing that could be done to stop them. If he just wanted to be someplace cold he could have just bought a ticket to Drum Island, selling those magic grenades to the ice maker's guild would have covered the trip." As she walked past the frozen corpsickle wondering where the heck the water for the ice had come from, clearly not the air here where the air was so dry that her hair would far too often get all frizzy and create static electricity. Walking nervously she went over to where the others were, coming out she held a hand lightly out towards one of the damaged load bearing posts of the bar to get a feel for whether the frost on it was real or not, it would be pretty crazy if it was. The whole structure gave a shudder and a big part of the roof fell in where she had been standing just before. "Ah!" she shouted jumping away from the whole building and the relative safety of the open sky. "So um...what's the plan? Find where this Celsius guy is then shoot him from two miles away with a lot of cannons right? Then we can all go somewhere else right?" Romona was not really too eager to get stuck in with someone who had both the willingness and ability to wipe out a building like it was nothing. |
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