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| ♥ Dusk | May 31 2016, 09:45 AM Post #46 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Screaming filled the interior of the once roaring with applause arena. Clarabell didn't even need to watch as Xavros danced, tossed and turned through his opponents, cutting them all to shreds. The single foe left was the man whom she had thrown a bomb at, his face blacked by the explosive powder. He was heaving for breath, but wasn't about to go down due to the interference of a menial explosion. "Exactly as was promised. Dangerous pirates, flocked beneath the banner of Bright-Eyes," she giggled before her eyes snapped into focus once again, her form quivering as she prepared herself for what was to come next. Her form flickering, she had leaped up into the air, her body performing a variety of flips, almost appearing as if she were completing the stunt in a slowed down space of time. Her arms shot outwards, her hands splayed, as a set of playing cards escaped the confines of her frilled sleeves. These edged playing cards sliced through the air, piercing the stocky body of the man, who retorted in a bestial roar. "How dare you!" he cried, grabbing the cards from his shoulders and hurling them to the side. Sticking her tongue back out at him, the Clown Empress spun on her heel, keeping her body and form low to keep up her momentum, before she would kick off of the ground. Her cupcake attire transformed into a flying swirl of colour before she landed, her hand allowing her to spin along the floor, dodging incoming blows from the man's fists. He drew a large bladed weapon from behind his back, only to find that Clara had produced a weapon of her own. Her black box. "Too bad~" she cooed, pressing a button and allowing the box to produce a boxing glove which fired out a flurry of punches towards the man's face, each blow releasing a splatter of blood that flung through the air. Much as she did when blood erupted from the bodies of Xavros' foes, she side-stepped and sang as she avoided each drop, keeping her poise and posture as the men hit the floor with a dull thud. "Guess we're the enemies of Bright-Eyes now," she stuck her tongue out. |
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| Joker | May 31 2016, 04:12 PM Post #47 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Draven took in a deep breath letting the scent of blood and dust enter his nostrils, it was a nostalgic smell that brought back memories he had long since stopped caring about. What he could see now was far greater, a masterpiece project was standing in front of him now. Could he come to understand the root of man through people such as Xavros? The idea made the biggest smile climb onto his face as he raised both of his arms in a stretch. It was an uncanny combination that seemed completely unnatural almost like those of a robot’s own. ”Heh, it has certainly been too long! We need to grab a meal and catch up after this!” Draven said as his huge grin lessened to a slight smirk as he looked down at his feet, the corpse was lying underneath the soles of his shoes;; Draven rubbed his shoes on the thing’s almost non-existent back and stepped onto the ground. He looked at Xavros, it seemed that the both of them refrained from a hug for the very same reason; he liked the guy but getting his clothes that dirty just wasn’t worth it. ”Well the reason I am actually here is…” He said as he pulled out a notepad and pen, he opened the pad and looked up at Xavros. ”To make a profile, and I’m hoping as friends you can help me out with that!” He said in a chipper voice. It was usually easier to start off with the truth, this Draven knew from experience. ”Though I guess later would be best.” He said as he remembered this technically was still a battlefield...Though who were they fighting? ”Xavros, just who are these people? Are they here to stop you from taking these amazing chefs?” Draven’s tone lowered somewhat as the root of his bangs went alight in preparation of his wax production. The smile however left his face unlike the notepad and pen which were discarded; though the enemies seemed to have been cleared up. Maybe he’d have to nab himself a chef as well, now where was Rexxie? |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jun 2 2016, 08:41 PM Post #48 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Utterly indifferent as ever to the depravity debuted by xavros his captain seemed if anything to revel in the attention bestowed upon them by those around, making short work of the last remaining vestige of the forces under bright eyes that had so prominently displayed their support for a bunch of piglets that had no business garnering such backing. But whatever the reason for the altercation, there was no denying there would be ramifications. Xavros knew little beyond orders, he didn’t much keep track of the names and faces that flowed through the news, paying attention to only as much as he needed to keep the missus from harm. But there were certain identities you simply had to be mentally deficient to be ignorant and the one attached to the name bright eyes was of that very category. ”That’s fine, xavros tried heaven, he didn’t much care for it at all~” see the funny there was that they’d oh so recently spent a stint in the cloudy recesses of skypeia, a realm xavros still couldn’t be sure just which side of the afterlife it fell, and what with the particular epithet attached to the pirate they were currently pissing off. Well im sure even you can begin to see just where the punch line was hidden in this particular canvas of wit. It seemed draven’s appearance here was much less purposeful than their own, or perhaps it was just that xavros didn’t understand the purpose, either way it seemed an entirely uncoordinated crossing of paths, which really was his favourite kind. ”A profile? Of what? For who? Or would that be of who and for what? Either way writing about people doesn’t seem nearly as much fun as eating their food, but if it’s for you xavros doesn’t mind helping as long as the missus doesn’t have him too busy.” It seemed the unease in the air from the initial bout of violence was swiftly giving way to the resurgence of another way, those thugs they had so swiftly dispatched were not the only ones here who followed their cause, and it seemed that those who were aligned with such motives were getting word around that such stagnant opposition had appeared. All in all it was turning things into a real sour plum of a plot, which would likely only get worse for them the longer they stayed. ”No one to worry about, just a bunch of stupids who don’t know when to stay shutted up.” fortunately it was still yet to boil over, but were the bubbling anger to trickle over the top he didn’t want draven soiling his hands with these dirty pond scum. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 3 2016, 02:36 PM Post #49 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Chuckling to herself upon hearing the reply of the tall, tricorned man, Clarabell did little but spin on her feet until she saw a new face amidst those who had stayed within the arena. The white haired Pillar man. "Slaven?!" she exclaimed her palms open wide as she saw the man before her, causing her faux teeter to falter for a moment and to enter the realm of real imbalance. This of course lasted for less than a certain second, the Harlequeen resuming her initial stance. "They told me you escaped -left- Boin while I was hunting for Jolon!" she exclaimed, a finger raised and aimed towards the Waxman. Arms by her cupcake skirted hips, the clown frowned at the man as she hopped over to stand, pronounced, in front of him. With a surly shake of her head, she held her hand up towards the man's chest, jutting her index figure at his center. "Whoa, no interviews without my say so!" she announced. Almost immediately afterwards, the sounds of thunderous boots came roaring from outside the arena. The unison of noise could only mean one thing. The whitecoats were coming. "Marines are here, boys. Time for us to get out here," she grinned, before she grabbed yet another sphere from off of her belt, this one with yet another cartoonish design splayed on its face. "Hehehe, this one of my new series of explosives~!" she sang, spinning along the heel of her shoes. "I'll clean the outside for us, heh!" she giggled, before spinning the high powered grenade on her fingertip, darting forwards until she was close enough to the door before hurtling the bomb through them, out towards the open air. Leaping to duck for cover, the eccentric shoved both her fingers into her ears before screeching, "Clarabomb: Show Time!" A sizeable roar, followed by a wave of heat surged through the area, the walls of the arena began to crack and break, a symphony of scream echoed from outdoors, intertwined with the creaks of buildings being blasted apart. The blast was strong enough that it ripped both doors free from their hinges, one of them hitting Clarabell's own rump, throwing her into the air where she completed a series of tumbles. Landing on her feet, she let out an excited sigh, her wild eyes turning back to see smoke gushing from outside. "Usually I make smoke come out of buildings, not into them!" she noted hurriedly, darting outside to see the ruinous crater that was left after the detonation of her machination of destruction. "Yay~ I'm a Demolitionist!" she exclaimed, allowing herself a moment to revel in the fact that she was now one of the heralds of destruction. Calling to the others to follow her lead, she waltzed out into the sunk ground, soot covered faces lined around the streets before the purple haired girl crouched down and leaped off of the floor, her absurd leg strength allowing her athletic figure to soar through the air before landing atop of a still-standing wall before continuing on leaping from surface to surface sot that she could grab a better view of the island. No doubt there were more Marines on route, alongside the horde that belonged to Bright-Eyes. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Onion | Jun 4 2016, 08:16 AM Post #50 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"See what I'd tell ya? Some good shit here" The building continued to rumble vigorously as the men sat inside the bright room. Porcelain tiles lined the room as well as various sinks. A small black box sat in the corner of the room, the mirrors on the wall reflected the three inside. Steam was rising out of the small black box as the front side of the box was open and glowing red metal lined the inside of the box. The fat chef that was once in the sack was now sitting on the porcelain floor with Godric in his human form by his side and an unknown man sitting by the black box. The fat chef had needed to run to the bathroom, Godric didn't understand what the clowns were doing with a fat chef in a sack but the man seemed to be ok with the situation just in need of a bathroom. It was only then when they both met the strange man in the bathroom with the black baking box next to him. "Mr. G.Fist was it? Wouldn't it be better to return to event? There seems to be a lot going on outside sir." The fat chef warned but Godric had already been tangled in the web of the unknown chef and his mysterious yet surprisingly delicious baked goods. The brown cakes were soft, thick with chocolate and moist. The sweet thick chucks swirled in his mouth, mixing with the saliva as it broke down the sweets. "Mmm~! Mmm~~~ Oh god~ Yes... Mmm~" the sounds the teen made as he continued to chew and bite some more. Before he knew it, 3 brownies had vanished from the trey. The teen sat back as the scene outside got louder, "Woo! Buddy, you've got a gift, a gift~!" he complimented the man as he looked at the tray of brownies left. He reached for a 4th but the man slapped his hands. "Aye! Thats enough little brotha, these things here ain't cheap. I gotta grow my special herbs to put in here. But tell me, you took back about three of then sum'bitches, how ya feeling?" It wasn't until that moment that the teen realized that his head was starting to feel light and his eyes were getting low. "Eheh, heh, heh, heh, I'm good man, real good." The teen said as he was helped up by the fat chef and walked out of the bathroom, the fat chef that was once in the sack was walking behind him, steam pouring out of the room while the door was wide open. An aroma filled the air in the bathroom that escaped into the stadium, some customers were caught in the seductive smell as they turned from the scene going on to the two entering the room. "Aye brotha, you got a lil' somethin' on ya cheek ther'." Godric brought his hands up and smooshed the brownie chocolate around his face, looking like some sort of brown and white clown. "Did I get it?" he said with a smile and thumbs up. "Uh.... Sure brotha, whatever," the unknown chef said as he saw the potential knew customers. The fat chef continued to help Godric move through the crowds of people moving out of the building and moving to see what was going on. "We should probably get out of here Mr. G.Fist. Things are getting a bit out of hand. Maybe taking me to the ship you and your pals came in on would be best." Godric continued to laugh as he looked around at the chaos. "What pals? I got no pals, I want Elly, my tummy is hungry and she got the meds that put me to bed hahaha." He swung around as his arms looking around for Elly. "Sir, I'm pretty sure you've been drugged, That chef made those brownies with something extra in them." "I'm fine, really buddy I am- *gasp* You know what we need! Milkshakes! You're a chef, mix that shit up guy!" he yelled and laughed until finally he got his eyes set on Elly. Her scarlet hair being protected by the family chefs as they tried to hurry her away from the chaos. "Elly!" he yelled as he struggled to get away from the chef. "Elly!" he yelled through the crowds that over took his voice. "Elly!" he yelled as he watched her being pushed away from danger only to knocked down and trampled over. "ELLY!!!" he roared, body changing into his signature form. "Get! Out of! My WAY!!!" the Lion's roar shot out of his mouth and broke the ceiling of the stadium. The crowd screamed and scattered as a Man-Lion towered over most of them, rubble from the ceiling began to rain down on the crowd. "Elly! I'm coming" "Its The Nemean, Godric G. Fist! Call for backup!"
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 5 2016, 09:20 AM Post #51 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The crumbling arena to her back, the clown girl began to scale and lap from ledge to ledge, pretending as if the cityscape was a trapeze set, all for herself. Beneath her, she could hear the yells and sounds of the island's prosperous city, many wondering as to what as happening, many others crying out that the Marines were needed. If the crew weren't careful, the entire area would be swarmed with a group of white coats thrice the size of the initial group that she had managed to wipe out. Her hand brushed against her bag, a sick grin forming along her face as she wondered what it'd be like to unleash her full arsenal on them. "If I were someone important... where would I go?" she asked allowed as she looked back, noticing that the island was formed in ring patterns, denoting more of the arenas of the Pans until it fell to one large ring at the center of the island. "The Oven!" she announced, throwing her hands up into the air, not only in celebration, but also to grab a hold of a nearby flagpole, to swing her legs on it before dropping back down onto the streets below. Bumping shoulders with an assortment of chefs, Clara found that she was already separated from her crew. One man, who bore a monstrous bear glared at her. "Child, do you not know who I am?!" he tried calling, only to find the cupcake clown would shrug her shoulders at him. "A chef?" she guessed, judging by his white attire and erect hat. Nostril's flaring, the connoisseur appeared to billow with rage as the oblivious girl made fun of him. How dare she arrive onto the island, where only the greatest gathered, with the face of a clown. "I am the great Lunguini!" he mustered, his hands raised to clutch at the heavens. "My works of art far surpass anything that you could even attempt at dreaming!" he roared, shoving a fat finger at her red nose, allowing it to emit a loud, shrieking noise, akin to a squeaky toy. Frowning, Clara's hands whipped to her side before revealing the clapometer, her tommy gun. Holding the weapon up towards the man's stout face, she pushed against his nose, growling; "Not so funny when I do it, huh?" With a final sniff, she lowered the gun so that it'd aim straight towards the man's heart, a large circle having been made around her as consequence to her action. "Oi! Unless you want Luigi's head over here to be blown out like his ego, you guys better tell me where I can find those Bright-eyes goons!" she yelled. Silence came about, probably because they didn't want to steal the spotlight away from her. "Bye-bye~" she sang before the fat man let out a roar of panic. "The Ovens! I'll take you! Those men are scouting for champions of the island to come work for the Yonkou, that way, he can feed his army! He's taking anyone he can, I-I wasn't going to join him as I'm not one ot dirty my hands with the same water as trash chefs!" With a nod, Clara raised her gun up into the air before letting out a few rounds. "I believe you," she smiled, before turning back to face the direction of where her crew should bound to be. "OI~ XAVROS, SLAVEN, GODRIC! COTTON CANDY MAN! I'M GOING TO THE OVEN! FOLLOW THE SOUNDS OF BOMBS GOING OFF! THAT'LL BE ME, CLARA, YOUR CAPTAIN!" she screamed, hoping that the noise would be satisfactory for the men to follow along, before she shoved the barrel gun at the back of Lunguini. "You better hurry up and bring me to where those goons are before the Marines come and get me, I'll have to destroy everything if they do!" she giggled. |
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Clara it3 seemed was not nearly as apathetic towards ravens literary inclinations as across was, demanding all deliberations run through her first, but it was this kind of attention to logistics that out her incharge while xavros stuck to the tasks of hired muscle. As expected their reunion was ill fated and soon it was time to high tail it, lest they await the ensuing wrath of whatever cook enthused marine was nearest them, and Lord knew when it came to marines they were njothing if not numerous. Fortunately this time clara had an escape plan in play, producing one of her signature explosives, xavros had always enjoyed the light show that came with the we, the ballistic blast, the pyroclastic cloud of smoke and ash along with the scent of charred followed. Though nothing from recent memory would prepare him for what was released by this one. Chasing after his scarpering boss he saw too late that she had halted her fleeing in favour of leaping away from the door, turning to see a small blue sphere roll past his face in the air bed or it soared out the gap in the doors and struck the ground beyond them. Next think he knew burning air was washing over him, and the hard wooden face of a door had swung back viciously, smashing him face first and swatting him like a fly across the room where henlanded embedded in the rear wall, a web of cracks radiating around him. “habada habada habada that's all folks” practically able to hear the birds that flew deliriously around his head. Peeling himself away he looked around dazed and hazy to see the giant kitty back once more, storming his way through the crowds that swarmed to escape ahead of xavros. Like the true king of the jungle he embodied the beast man bellowed out a feral roar that had enough force to send those before him flying out of his way. But for xavros the only reaction it elicited was his eyes watering with glee, even when he was vicious he was just so freaking cuuuuuuuute! Unfortunately the time for marvelling at this heavenly creature would have to come later, for the moment he needed to catch up with the missus and make sure she was ok, just able to catch sight of her leaping atop the skyline past the doors that now hung from their hinges. Thisnvery visage a poignant reminder she was most definitely stronger than when he had last seen her, both physically and in terms of firepower. In fact it was almost like she was a different woman all together, just how much had xavros missed? Bodies tossed behind him as he broke through the gaggle of fleeing audience members and contestants, their well-being entirely secondary to his objective. Without a second second waste the spindly figure took to tearing up and down streets, legs nothing but a blur as his limbs failed behind him, howling claras name in the hopes he would draw closer. Unfortunately the random nature of his search made this less than likely to happen, till finally he he add her call, and like the trusty bloodhound he was set off to chase it. |
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Draven turned toward Clara with a smile on his face, the woman’s name for him hadn’t changed at all though the dark-skinned male didn’t feel like correcting her at all. ”Well some things happened and I got flung deep into the forest and finally found my ship.” The male said scratching the back of his head before remembering his bow. It wouldn’t do for his character to change between islands as much fun as that would be. However Draven didn’t really miss a beat, Xavros’ reference to Heaven could only mean one thing - well two things but the faction was clearly attached to the Yonkou of the same epithet. Draven frowned just a little as he stood up straight to have his chest poked by the shorter female. ”Yes ma’am.” He said with a smile, well he could always grab Xavros later or interview Clara first. ”Looks like we’ll have to put it off Xavros.” The white-haired male turned toward the taller jester. However this moment was interrupted by the sound of marching boots and shouts, Draven blocked most of the entrances with his wax, though it would be obvious that from where he entered he missed some. But Miss.Clara seemed to be on top of everything as Draven her pull out a ball, now from seeing the earlier one he knew that this might be an explosive; though her stating it just confirmed it causing Draven to back away from the entrance. Seeing the ball fly toward the marines saw Draven also dive for cover as he created a wall of wax to shield himself behind him. Seeing that the rumbling was done the man peeked out behind and his cover. One of his eyebrows rose at the destruction, this was most likely not all of it, however the sound of a roar had Draven turn once more to see a lion-like figure. The man stood up and dusted himself off. ”More freaks?!?” He shouted in excitement not even concerned about offending said freaks. A shout to his left alerted him to a presence that he had almost forgotten… ”Rexxie! You’re still alive?” Draven said upon seeing his subordinate somewhat alright, of course a couple of scuffs here and there but that didn’t mean all too much. Draven looked toward the leaving Xavros noting that Clara had most likely already left, this was Draven’s cue to leave this place but not before leaving a message with Rexxie. ”Round up the rest of the guys and wait on the ship. Take whatever you guys can on the way back, we’re running low on rations.” Draven said toward the freak who nodded and skipped away melting into the crowd. Now there was a feral lion-man and Draven wasn’t really feeling to become the target of such anger, such acts were beneath his standing as pillar. Hearing his name, well his nickname made Draven perk up as he listened to the Harlequin’s captain; so they were supposed to meet at this oven thing? Well he was certainly capable of that, and so Draven got a move on as he rushed out of the arena, no doubt that there would certainly be an influx of hostiles whether they were marines or Heaven’s fanboys. The man did his best to move out of the arena even with the roof collapsing, he moved toward one of the blocked entrances and jumped through his hardened wax, becoming soft upon contact with him, once was through he hardened it again. The man ran through the now empty tunnel and out into the open upon which he whistled as he saw the destruction that Clara had caused. It was definitely more than impressive, no wonder he couldn’t hear any marines though the sounds of civilians shouting most definitely played a part. Edited by Joker, Jun 5 2016, 08:09 PM.
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As xavros sprinted the streets toward the sound of clara's voice he couldn't help but feel as though he would be better set to protect his mistress were it that he was somewhat more inflated in his abilities. Clara had her explosives that could each level a building, draven had his wax that was harder than steel. And xavros? Xavros could get really slimy and take more hits than most. There had to be more, he had to be able to do more, especially if he was going to keep the missus safe in whatever was to come involving one of the four emorers. It was all well and good being flippant about the coming catastrophe, but should he be unable to back it up it would all be for nothing. The sound of boots running against the stone ground was enough to tell xavros he was no longer going to be alone. And just aswell too since there were few treatments for idle thought better than a little bloodshed. The company came upon him with startled suprised, the lanky figure tearing down the street toward them, their paths crossed simply due to the misfortune of his having a poor sense of direction. Rifles were leveled and swords unsheathed but his blades where already wheeling between his fingers, razor edged discs that buzz as they thrashed through the air. The group halted as he flashed through them, flailing limbs a flurry of motion. The perfect epitome of ordered chaos as seemingly random motion made cuts with surgical precision. In an instant he had passed them, few forces in the world enough to keep him seperated from clara’s calling, a moment more and there ws a clattered rain of wood and metal chunks showering the ground, followed soon by the limp slop of their owners doing the same. Marines or apostles of heaven he hadnt even stopped to check, it didnt matter if they were between him and her then they needed but one lable, fodder. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 6 2016, 04:40 AM Post #55 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Still cackling to herself, the stout Lunguini moved through the crowds, sweat rolling along his body, staining his once prominent and elegant outfit. The barrel of the Tommy gun was shoved between his shoulder blades, the sea of head parting for them, as if she were an important member of society and they, her loyal subjects. Her shoulders rocked at the thought of her holding such importance outside of her own shows. She was simply here because someone upset her. Was she blowing this argument out of proportions? Absolutely. She comforted herself with the thought that she was doing the world a favour by removing the villainous Bright Eyes from interfering with the cooking show any more than he already was. The buzz of nervous whispers began to lessen the further she travelled, her eyes narrowing as she realised that the path would soon open up to a large open space, a row of five Marines officers all stood in wait for the girl. At their forefront was a more distinguished officer, a grizzly beard masked the lower half of his face. The painted smile that ran across her face began to elongate as her own mouth followed its path. She nudged the gun to allow the man to run off to the right. "If you run off, I'll blast my way through the island to find you," the pirate winked before turning back to look at her foes. "Clarabell Grace, I presume" the grizzly bearded officer asked. Returning the gesture with a nod, the gun swinging by her side, Clara took the opportunity to gauge her opponents. The four officers to either side appear to have knives of some kind strapped to their sides, not one passing out the rank of Ensign. This man on the other hand wore a suite beneath his Justice Haori, meaning that he was an officer of some rank. "Captain Strap, at your service," he nodded. His platinum blond hair was brush back neatly, his burly arms bulging beneath his yellow suit. Strapped to his back was large, covered weapon. "Based off of how you're all arranged, you're here to capture me?" she inquired, using her free hand to wave towards the line they had assembled into. The man returned with a nod of his own. "What a shame, I guess I'll be performing another act. Here I thought we could all get along, considering my prime target is whoever is running the Bright-Eyes 'feel good for me,' party," she explained, shrugging her own shoulders. The man returned with a hoarse laugh of his own. "Unlike yourself, they aren't causing any commotion. We also have our own agents on the scene, ready to take them down at a moments notice," he added in an attempt to persuade the crowds who rested on the outskirts of the fight. "Citizens, I recommend you exit the scene before things get out of hand." Rotating her shoulder, the purple haired cupcake's hand whipped towards her pockets, looking like a whip lashing through the air. Spheres flew out, spinning through the air before meeting they're targets. Two regular Clarabombs snapped at the men, blowing them away as fire spewed at them. The third bomb was aimed at the area directly in front of the Captain-class Marine. The Encore bomb exploded beneath his feet as he leaped up into the air, the blast creating a crater and sending rock and rubble everywhere, glass by the nearby shop windows billowed and blew apart, sending glass everywhere. High up above the smoke, the shadowed silhouette of the Captain appeared, his large weapon in hand, revealing it to be an egg beater. Arms whipping along the rotary at a blistering speed, wind began to gush into it, before it acted as a turbine of sorts, the wind continuing to allow it to spin, increasing the size of the amassed winds, taking on the appearance of a large mace. "So be it, Clown." Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♥ Singularity | Jun 6 2016, 08:22 AM Post #56 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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As xavros neared the sight he had heard clara's voice coming from the scene began to change. What had once simpky been barren streets with a few straggling civilians struggling to flee in time were now littered with several small groups of soldiers that appeared to be headed in the same direction as he was. realising that the first batch hadn't just been some unlucky twist of fate he drew his knives once more, adamant any threat headed in the direction of the missus couldn’t be allowed to continue to exist. Being they were both headed on the same path they didnt even see him coming as he swooped in from behind, knives drawn and lashing once more. Glee spit his face in the grin of a man who truly and whole heartedly loved his work, those able to closest understand his joy would be the followers of bright eyes because he honestly believed he was doing gods work….or at least whatever god it was responsible for watching ofer scarecrow shaped murderers and clowns that brought terror and laughter in equal measure. However as he passed the few squads looking to join up with the bulk of their forces once more he found a perimiter formed around the scene before him. It was likely this was where they had clara and were ppreventing the approach of outside parties. Bullets rained upon him from the skyline above, riflemen poised to repel any invasion. His body jerked and recoiled, many making their mark and viceral sprays of crimson indicating theyd done so, but he was a man unstoppable, his pace not even slowed. Quite the state as he was, clothes charred from a bomb blast, riddled with bullet and slash wounds, his legs still caried him, still pushed him toward his destination. He was deaf to the venomous cries of the batallion of swordsman who stampeded toward him, acting on auto pilot as his blades spun once more, whipping off wheeling shockwaves a plenty that carved through the crowd. Blind to the sight of his own blood painting the streets, as pint after pint slowly trickled from his body. Not till he’d found her, till then the pain would keep him sharp, keep him grounded. Stabbing his blades into a nearby building face like climbing picks he scaled the top of it, launching himself into a drop kick that sent the rifleman at the roofs edge hurtling over the side, before tossing the man next to him down to follow suit, such was the price for pointing a weapon at his captain. ”Claaaaaarrrrraaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!” the hollar coming as he hurtled after the bodies he’d launched, arms and legs splayed alike before body slamming down on two of the marines flanking the left of the man talking to her. |
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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| ♥ Dusk | Jun 6 2016, 09:36 AM Post #57 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Winds whipped around the smoke filled battlefield as the Marine Officer made swings and attempted blows towards her. His egg beater continued to spin uncontrollably, hardly having slowed down since the initial winding up of the weapon. In truth, Clara had heard rumours that those who served under the World Government on this island utilised weapons that had to do with cookery. Whether it be because that they had grown up on the island, or the standard eccentricity that was to be found within the Grand Line, she didn't know. What she did know was, that men such as him were forces to be reckoned with. What Clara lacked in raw physical power, she made up with the devil's luck and her own vast intellect. As the man made a swing towards her, she was able to see how exactly the winds entered through the two spinning prongs, forming a vacuum of sorts. With a sick grin, she allowed one of her explosives to slip through her fingertips, timing it with the man's swing. Ducking quickly and darting out of the way, she watched as the orb was sucked into the flow of the tool before being caught between the whisking tool, detonating with a flash and a fiery wave of heat. Despite her attack, she hadn't defeated the man and a new threat emerged in the form of one of the Ensigns bursting from his hiding place, brandishing his cooking knife. Clara raised her gun in defense, a bullet blasting past his head. Frowning to herself, she broke free from the parry before spinning swiftly around, her weapon blocked once again by the weapon before she found that the Captain had regained his bearings, the butt of his weapon slamming her back. As her legs were swept up from beneath her, the clown felt weightless for a moment before slamming into the side of a bulding. Blood spewing from her mouth, she turned her body around, her hands and feet scraping along the wall to slow her fall before she kicked off of the side of the building, her petite form spinning along before an explosive was dropped from her hand, flung with the spinning motion. "Clarabomb..." she began, bracing herself for the oncoming impact that this weapon was surely going to leave behind. If there was one thing to be said about her new line of weaponry, it was that they left a bigger and bigger trail of destruction as the 'show' went on. "Main Event!" The bomb, that bore the stylized N of the Novus Project group, emitted a white light as it smashed against the ground, detonating with a massive blast. Clarabell, caught in her own explosion, was lifted farther up from the ground, having been able to see the look of shock on the Captain's face as he found his body to be engulfed by the explosion. Her body thrown up into the air, she found that the force of the lift off began to pull against her mouth, her cheeks flapping out for a moment. "Woo~ Hoo~!" she cried, her arms pumping outwards. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♥ Singularity | Jun 6 2016, 11:19 AM Post #58 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Picking himself up off the ground and dusting himself off xavros found he was oddly uninjured by the fall, that was till he looked down at the flattened crumpled bodies of the two men who had broken his fall. Well that was awkward. But at least he was in one piece which was all that mattered really, all the better shape to stop the missus getting the bumps and bruises that this current situation promised. Steam wafted from his body once more as the chime of metal upon stone heralded the numerous bullets that filled his body trickling out to the ground where they belonged, not inside the worm human where they were nothing short of uncomfotable. Looking around he took in the full gravitas of the situation, clara was currently fending off the advances of a large stick with a rotating head, it was large as was he but she was nimble and agile enough to keep ahead of his advances. However the larger and rapidly growing problem was the sheer number of floozies this was attracting. The two he had tossed from their position were fine but more and more riflemen took up position above them, along with groups of weapon wielding grunts marching their way up the many lanes and allys that seemed to lead on to here. As far as defensive positions went this one was truly terrible, far too many avenues for attack. Now while he might want to wrap his fearless leader in a bubble for all eternity, one that excluded any and all violence acted upon her, that was neither possible nor his role, he was her shield but he had come to understand that what that meant was protecting her from more than superficial harm he had to protect her from demise. And what that meant currently was making sure she had an escape route, and that these rifle wielding eagle eyes didn’t take a moment of distraction as an opportunity to strike her while her defenses were focused else where. Unfortunately this reaffirmation of his priorities came along side the sight of her being flung through the air by a particularly vicious smash from the club wielding brute, a sight that had xavros’s teeth grinding down against one another, his bones audibly cracking as he fought to restrain himself, she could handle herself, he knew she could. And he couldn’t be effective if he was always just idling behind her. He knew of duty, knew of tough priority choices, a life in the army had been more than enough for that, so now was the time to stop being such a freaking baby and just do what he had to do!!!! ”Vile vapid vermin, take your gross eyes off the missus!!! dashing towards the nearest building sticky goo coated his feet as he ran horizontally along its surface, firing handfuls of the same sickly slime skyward as he did so. Upon reaching the end of the row of buildings he kicked from it, body flipping backward through a pirouette as he arc’d over the scene in the streets below, before adhering to the row of cooking shops that occpied the other side and tearing along their front face while doing the same. Pained cries could be hear from the opposite half of the streets as his projectiles rained down upon those who had set out to pick on his captain, the same fate drawing ever nearer as gelatenous glooping glops rippled through the air in descent. There weren’t many of the riflemen poised to take shot and once they were dealt with it was time to cull the numbers of those that filled the street’s. However unfortunately that particular task would not be so straight forward. No sooner had his feet touched the ground they were already skittering back, the residual coating of slime the only thing that protecting him as a wave of flame washed in his face, skidding to a halt to see his path blocked by an iconic white jacket, this one what what looked like a flaming griddle pan in hand. |
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"Out of my way!" The lion man roared as he punched some of the men that trampled over the body of his scarlet princess. The man was thrown ferociously by the punch of the lion, crashing through several stands and finally landing through a wall creating a new entry point to the stadium. The Lion gave no thought, he quickly grabbed the woman's body and made his way for the hole he just made in the stadium, hearing the screams of the clown girl in the distance as he moved further away. "Crew? The clowns are pirates?" he questioned while running, unknowingly tripping over a bucket and flying head first into some bags of flour that laid on the ground. Elena flew through the air in that fall, rolling on the ground as she slid into some more bags of flour. Godric opened his eyes and looked around, his head was spinning, more than normal for someone who fought on a constant basis. He could feel something was not right with his head, this much was clear now that he was starting to laugh about the fall. "Heh, what the hell, heh. Shit, I think that guy gave me some weird brownies, heh," he said getting to his feet and scooping Elena up to proceed towards the whole in the wall once more. This time the woman began to wake up and seeing a Lion with white powder on his face and chocolate over his mouth didn't make a whole lot of sense. "Oh lord! What is this!" She screamed right in the feline's ears causing him to stop and put her down. "Are you alright?" He asked as the sound of chaos continued to echo behind him, the woman wasn't even focusing on the talking Lion. "You gotta get out of here, things do look like they're going to get any better. Trust me." he shook the woman a bit, sometimes that was necessary he had been told. She listened to his words and made her way towards the whole as Godric turned around. Bombs continued to fill the area, people continued to scream and rush out of the building. But the sight didn't last too long, before he knew it the teen was being forced into the air, his back feeling the full force of something strong and sturdy, not to mention flat. The Lion was shot into the air, through the giant whole in the ceiling and rolling onto the roof of the building. His head was shaking as he tried to stand up. "Easy there big fella. I wouldn't want ya hurting anyone else now would I." A cool and calm voice echoed through the whole as someone soon followed the Nemean to the roof of the building. The man was young, maybe early 20s with spiky red hair and a green head bandana tied around his forehead. He had a straw handing from his lips, as cold icy blue eyes at the nemean. He wore a black suit with a pin stripe orange shirt underneath the black coat. His shoes were shiny, this young man obviously knew a thing or two about style, except for that bandana. "Sorry about the toss mate, hadda get ya out of the crowd though, you understand right?" A growl escaped Godric's lips as he eyed the weapon resting on the young man's shoulders. a large hammer, similar to that damn Captain that had been following the teen ever since he left Brick Blues. "Or not? Anyway mate, I got a job to do, marine and all that. So if you don't mind coming quietly then- Wait a tick. I know you?" The marine eyed Godric weirdly, trying to make out the face under the flour but his eyes were a dead give away, they always seem to glow in the right light, completely taking away the black pupil. "Oh fuck me! You're the guy, the guy old Hawking's been blabbering on about. The Nemean right? Godric G. Fist, scary pirate family and all that." the marine said, mocking the teen's name as if he were some big tough guy then laughing off the end of the sentence. "What are you doing with all that make up though? Running off to the circus are we? Although that whole clown bombing bit would make a lot of sense, you know, given the attire. Are you with the clowns down below? I gotta arrest them too, just getting the stories in order for my report... Oh where are my manners. Captain Rufus Cage at your service, or well, its not really a service for you, much more like.... detainment. This was really an odd man, he mainly liked to talk, Godric was confused as what to do for a moment, but when he finally introduced himself, the teen readied his claws for a fight. "Whatever guy, I'm not really in the mood for all of this talking shit. You say you're a Captain and you know that bastard Hawking right? Well let me carve him a message in you're skull." With that the teen clashed on the roof. |
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| ♥ Singularity | Jun 6 2016, 01:16 PM Post #60 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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”Ouch ow ow jeez” xavros patting at the embers of his smouldering sleeves in the hopes of extinguishing what was left of the mans flames. Who this guy was he had no idea, aside from some marine that appeared to be in league with the boss at his back, currently engaged with the captain. He looked like somewhat of a wild man in xavros eyes, thick carpet of velvet black hair rolling down his back, a thick stocky build but not overly muscular, and a large burn that occupied a fairly large portion of the left side of his face, perhaps from inept use of his own weapon. That would be nice, if it did turn out he was that stupid, then xavros could get back to what was important, coming to the aid of the missus. ”Well what do we have here? You’d look right at home surrounded by kids with marshmellows, whatever could you be doing here I wonder? Xavros might look cute and cuddly but he’s really in no need of any mallow melting assistance, so perhaps you could just go ahead and be on your way. That’s right, scoot along, toodles” it seemed his invitation fell upon deaf ears, as the figure in a gray suit with the iconic white jacket over it simply stared down the threat in front of him, much like a dog might a cat. Of course it was aware of the presence of another animal similar to its own weight class, but still felt as though how the situation developed was entirely under its control. With xavros assuming anything was under your control was usually a mistake. ”So you’re with them then?””ANNNNND WE HAVE A WINNER!! Step right up kids and see the amazing psychic man, he can tell you things you can already see, before you’re stupid enough to ask about them. Kyaaaaak kyak kyak kyak no duh dumb brain, course I am, the question is why are you here, and not busy getting out of xavros way, you don’t look like the sort that enjoys being cut to pieces…….and xavros would know…..he’s one of them” making sure to lean in nice and close for that last part to avoid his worst kept secret getting out. ”I read your file upon hearing the crest of your people had been spotted in the harbour, having seen you were once a military man I hoped some small semblance of that might remain in your, some honour, dignity or at least moral compass I could appeal too. But having laid eyes on you it’s clear it would be a stretch to hope for even sanity to linger in that empty shell of a person” Xavros scoffed at the remarks, hand covering his mouth as he let out a snigger, eyes as dark as they’d ever been. ”Honor…..dignity….morals??? Xavros thinks you and he must have served in different wars, there was none of that where he went. Only blood and screams, children sent to battle too early, to fight for kings who had no interest in their wellbeing. Clawing through the mud, biting, scratching, kicking, tearing. Anything you had to do to come back home alive, just to return to a country that has no love for you unless you’re willing to die for it blindly. War is a gross and yucky thing, that breeds gross and yucky men, so if you think any different, THEN PERHAPS XAVROS IS THE SANE ONE?!?!?? KYAAAAAAK KYAKKYAKKYAKKYAK The shrieking howl of laughter was accompanied by him once more barraging a shower of slime balls in the direction of his opponent, though this time each and every one was focused on the same target. Yet the sound of sizzling was enough to tell that something had gone awry, cleaving tongues of flame that met the globs and had them fizzling to a burnt mess, a little charred organic matter falling to the ground. So it wouldn’t be that easy hmmm? That was fine, xavros had tricks, xavros had tricks upon tricks, whatever was needed he would cut this guy to pieces. Edited by Singularity, Jun 6 2016, 01:17 PM.
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Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite Pirates • Bounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme: Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/A • Commendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tune • Bounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/A • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/A • Threat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island Things i look at when i'm feeling blue King of the Pirates An Unreachable Dream Finally a Father, they make you so proud
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