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History in the Baking
Topic Started: Apr 8 2016, 10:52 AM (1,940 Views)
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With a leap for joy, Clara let out a cheer as the lion man appeared to be welcome to the thought of fighting alongside him. She was more than certain xavros would have been enough to take care of any threat that came in their path, but being able to reserve his talents for a later day worked equally as well in her experience. With a quick clap, she placed both hands together as she listened in what he had to say as well. From what it sounded, he wasn't all too knowledgable as to who they were fighting. Which struck her as odd, as she thought that everyone knew who the yonkou were. Then again, not everyone grew up on an island packed with pirates.

"Yep, we're doing battle with the Yonkou's forces, hehe," she giggled, her fingers raised to her mouth before she pointed forwards once more, taking longer strides than before, foregoing the goose steps that she had implemented moments beforehand. She then turned around to give a wistful look towards Xavros. "No killing gingers, got it? I guess this means we'll have to bag him then... Godric, do you need any burlap sacks? Any rope? Possible chloroform?" she listed, counting off of her fingers as she did so before she sprung forward again, hopping over the remnants of the tall wall that had been here moments ago.

As she hopped into the area known as the Oven, she figured that they were already aware of her arrival, rubble having trickled over to this side of the island already, charred remains of clothing and other items littered the sides of the streets. With a shrug, she continued forth, walking in a straight line ought to bring them closer to the heart of the island, the place where the infamous crew should be holed up in.
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As they walked through the charred embers of what had once been thrumming civilisation xavros caught sight of a few faces poking out at them here and there, those that remained looking to lay eyes on the ones who had caused such a ruckus in their home. But none so brave as to come out directly. It wasn’t as though they were trying to be scary, after all xavros loved kids….wait no that was weird, what he meant to say was that time spent basking in the innocence of children was some of the most pleasurable. Huh, that was definitely not making it better. Either way before puberty humans had a natural inclination to be warmer and more gentl…FRAAAAACK! Little people were fun was all he was trying to say, and this one works because xavros was also a fan of midgets.

But neither a midget nor a child was going to greet them now, it was almost lonely having gone from the chaos of so many marines and armed thugs chasing them to a deathly still silence and tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Godric for his part seemed surprisingly acceptant of their plans, in all honesty usually by the time it got to this point what with all the rampant destruction, wanton murder and desire to do it all again ad infinatum people tended to make their excuses to flake off. But somehow these two had the good fortune to every so often meet like-minded individuals, honestly more often than probability suggested they had any right too. Draven being a particularly poignant example, wherever that little wierdo was now at least. It was always much more fun to get up to mischief with company around, and this company seemed in it for the long haul.

At the mention of a red haired individual in the company of the goons they were gonna go slice to pieces xavros’s attention was immediately garnered, ”Go oooooooon” his face alight with all the glee you’d expect from a girl looking for gossip, now in all honesty he’d gone in expecting to hear a bag of reasons why the big kitty wanted to kill that one personally, instead all he got was big old do not disturb sign, which honestly only made him want to pluck the eyes from his head more. ”Fiiiiine have it your way” the jester now somehow indignant he wouldn’t get to mutilate someone he’d never known existed till seconds ago.
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"A Yonkou huh? That's pretty crazy, you clowns really do live up to the insane aspect of the job.

The Teen hadn't heard much about the Pirate Emperors but he knew they were some really fearsome pirates, only hearing stories really. As Far as names, the teen was never interested in that, they just seemed like stories, giving them names would put something out therefor the pirate to be on the look out and freedom didn't with fear of venturing into the unknown. This Bright Eyes guy was one of them it seemed and that meant a lot of fire power would be coming their way if they treaded to far into enemy waters. "You guys got some grudge to settle or something? Or are you guys just out to see if you can do it?" To tell the truth, Godric didn't care which they picked, just the thrill of fighting a big name like that sounded fun. Still if these guys wanted to be in line with the marines he wouldn't want any part of that, and by the looks of those marines they handled, that didn't seem likely.

"Yes, please don't kill the red head. Everyone else is fair game."

Godric looked at the Jester who seemed disappointed with the decision, but why would he be? He'd still get to slice and dice as many people as he could, maybe he liked cutting red heads personally. The teen raised an eyebrow at the jester, he was a weird one but then again, he was surrounded by clowns right now, weird wasn't really abnormal. The teen followed the small clown chef as she made her way through the Oven gates, a path seemed to be laid out for them to follow. "This is weird," he whispered not knowing why just looking around at everything as the moved through.
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"Red hair~ Crimson hair~ The clowns were working for the Red Hares~" Clara sang to herself as they made their way through the Oven, competitions between hard boiled chefs were still underway, news of their demise did not deter them from their endeavours, much to her amazement. She did happen to notice that the Marine presence ha grown stagnant, not a white coat in sight. As they were to travel further in and weave through buildings as need be, she would soon find out why.

Crossing her arms upon Godric's inquiries, she giggled for a moment before shaking her own head. "No, no, nothing quite like that. Sure it'd be fun to see if we could take someone like that on, but I don't think we could. They say he's untouchable, you see. No point fighting someone you can't even touch, right!" she exclaimed, gesturing with both of her hands as if ti were the easiest thing in the world. "We're fighting him because his men didn't agree with me. There was this red haired chef, like the one we're not meant to kill, and they didn't agree that she was better than their chef! Idiots!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up into the air.

With her hands by her sides she decided she'd give the poor white haired boy an inspirational pat on the back. "But don't worry Godric, I'm sure nothing bad will happen to you, even if you are fighting! We've got your back, I can him people from afar and Xavros can smash them from up close. I'd say these schmucks are nothing! Nothing! Cahahaha!" she chuckled before wiping a tear away from her eye. She patted herself down, making sure she had everything. She had back-up explosives and back-ups for them. She stamped the cartridges into her guns and even made sure she still had her extra-special weaponry left. She wasn't going to waste those on just anything!

Nearing the heart of the island was a large plaza with large sculptures of previous champions of the island. It was a sight to behold. Surrouding the plaza were iron grills that made pathways, beneath being a lake of molten lava, that bubbled and burned, large pieces of meat on display above them were cooking slowly. The insignia of the Marines were held up in banners, large crosses made their way across them, whilst the eyes of the seagulls were emphasised by stark lighting, much like its terrifying master. Sitting atop of throne was a large, bulky man. Two horns sprouted from the sides of his head and he wore an oddly fashioned Gi. It was orange in colour and had a symbol by his heart with the character for Food displayed on it. In his hands was a large piece of cooked meat, which he tore apart with voracious hunger.

As he saw the oncoming trio, he put down his food and arose to his feet, tossing the meal into the lava with little effort. "Caaaaap'n!" he roared, his cheeks had seen so much use that they now drooped past his face, reminiscent to jowls, which flapped with his roar. "Seems we've got new recruits. Welcome brothers and sister, to Salvation. By cooking for Heaven's armies, you will be rewarded in turn - in this new era that is upon us," the man explained, bowing his head down all the while.

From another alleyway came another large fellow, only his size came in his lofty height, looming with over eleven feet. The long-legged tribesmen looked the crew over. He had short blond hair, a scar cutting through his hair as it stretched from the back of his head down in a perfect line to his chest. On his back he wielded an odd box of some kind, the scent of wine followed his movement. Spitting to the side, he smacked the fat man at the back of his head. "Ack! These are those buffoons who were bombing the place - ack!" he roared, indicating to the plume of smoke. The fat man's eyes widened, "These guys.... They took down all those Marines.... That's why they didn't attack us! Hughughughug!"

The long-legged man continued to stare down at him until the penny dropped. "Which means they attacked our men!" he screamed, throwing his fist down into the ground. The earth trembled before a pillar of earth would fire out at Godric, with enough force to send him off flying. "Earthman Karate: Pillar!"

The long-legged man gave a look to his comrade before he turned around and began storming away, obviously intent on informing the rest of his crew. "Xavros! You take out Mighty Munch over here, I'll follow the captain. Look out for any more of these guys, we're wiping their show off the face of the planet." Having heard her, the horned man growled once again at the thought of name-calling being passed around. "I'm not Mighty Munch, I'm Arthus the Might Muncher!" he screamed again, leaping for the purple haired clown as she tried to make a run for it. Kicking off of the ground, she threw her legs forward to help her slide along the stone floor, ducking beneath the oncoming behemoth. She was somewhat impressed she almost named this man. "I leave Arthus to you, Xavros!" she cried, before spinning on the balls of her feet and darting to follow the path the looming man had taken.

From the looks of things, his power full legs allowed to travel longer distances much easier than before, especially compared to Clara, who despite her speed, wouldn't have been able to travel almost an entire block within two strides. "Oi! Brighty!" she cried after him, watching as he rounded a corner. "Face me like a ma-han!" she screamed, after being caught off guard and hit by some odd tool. Flying through the air, she couldn't help but exclaim, "A gingerbread man?!"

The gargantuan sized ginger snack glared at her. "Piss off," it snarled, raising its hand. "A freaking gingerbread man! And he's flipping me the bird!" she squealed, right before she shot into a wall.

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This clown was odd, the pick a fight simply because they didn't agree with her about who was a better cook. And with an emperor none the less, this girl had balls, big ones and they exploded too. The teen couldn't help but laugh, she lived up to her profession he had to give her that, now if she lived up to her word, that was something he would be interested in seeing. "Don't worry about me now," the pirate began, commenting on her pat on the back and her sense that he was worried or something. "I can hold my own when it comes to a fight. This lion power ain't just for show. These claws can just about rip through anything like butter and this hide.... Lets just say I don't bleed much." He said with a cocky smile. The teen was stretching his arms, ready for another fight with some strong names when the trio was stopped by a blob.

Godric watched in silence, never expecting that the blob would launch a pillar of rock his way. The teen was caught completely off guard, catching the full force of the rock to the face and being tossed straight out of the area. So much for holding his own. The teen found himself flying through the air for a moment before landing through a window and falling right in the middle of a conversation two men were having. The men looked at Godric, one a large Shark looking man and the other a scarlet haired human. Godric found himself doing a double take when he saw the scarlet haired man, off course that shade of red was familiar to the Hare family. Godric knew who this was and based off of his white hair, the man knew who Godric was too.

"Funny running into you here Erlich," Godric commented as he running his chest and slowly rose to his feet.

"You know this kid Erlich?" The Fishman asked in confusion.

"Yeah, sort of." the red haired man replied as he stared at the teen with fierce eyes.

"You know that kind of looked like Arthus's move right? What happened buddy? Make fun of his cheeks huh? Hahahaha. I tell ya what, the kid can take a hit. I've seen Arthus send people have way around an island with one blow when he wasn't pissed." The shark resembled that of a tiger shark, stripes down his back with a mouth filled with teeth. Godric eyed him closely.

"So you ready Erlich?" Godric asked, avoiding the shark and his weird Australian accent.

The red haired man raised an eyebrow, "Ready for what?" he asked with a confused tone.

"You're family is worried sick, I'm here to take you home." Godric replied bluntly.

"This isn't your fight kid, go home," Godric took a stepped forward and the Shark moved into his way.

"The man gave you an answer, I suggest you go home before Arthus isn't the only one you piss off kid."

Godric looked the man up and down for a moment then glanced at Erlich. "I'm thinking he's going to have to make me." He stated bluntly and coldly.

"Dexter calm down!"

"Too late!" with that a large scaly fist knocked Godric into and through another wall. A fight had been initiated, there was no going back now.
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Bits of brick snapped, cracked and broke off in the form of shards after the sharp impact made by the Clown Empress. Coughing for a moment, she threw her arms forward, freeing them of the wall she had been so rudely tossed into. As she fell to the ground, she wriggled her clothing, removing the dust particles that clung to her colourful wear. Curling then uncurling her fingertips, she looked up across the street to where her foe had last been, noticing that the man continued to walk down, his crumbly hands shoved into his pockets. Astoundingly, his cargo pants and tank top weren't made out of biscuit, nor any other kind of delicious substance. As she stood, eyes wide open, she couldn't help but allow her tongue to loll out, saliva dripping from her gaping maw. Gluttonous thoughts swirled around in her head as she pondered the thought of rushing straight for him.

"Yeah, yeah, look at me. Soak it all in. I'm a Gingerbread Man. I consumed the Crumble Crumble Fruit and became.... a walking, talking joke," he muttered, shaking his head. It looked so strange, for his body flattened out around the sides, making him an incredibly thin figure, whilst also somewhat wide. "That's fine! I like jokes! I think they're hysterical!" she explained, nodding her head rapidly as she did so, running a finger along the hem of her skirt. Now that she could get a better look at the man, she realised that he too was quite tall. Whilst not as tall as his captain, he was still looming in the sense that he was well over seven feet. Himself and Xavros would have gotten along swimmingly.

Rolling his eyes, the Gingerbread Man shot a glare towards the clown, to which she flinched away, miming being hurt. "Ah yes, I'd say you would, muffin skirt. I read all about you, Harlequeen. You destroyed Stern Rock after uncovering that giant. Funded radicals amidst Birka before... what was it? Killing them? No one heard any news about you, figured your fifteen minutes of fame were up, then all of a sudden you come back here and devastate hundreds of civilians! Mindless onslaught!" the man simply exploded, his body twisting with his words as he tried to convey his pure unbridled anger that he held for her . Not only that, but the simple idea of her was what set him ablaze with fury. "This is why I joined Heaven's forces, signed up for the Salvation Division. All to make a better place for people to li- Are you listening to me?!" he screamed upon noticing Clara's large eyes trailed the way his mouth moved, along with smirking at the odd noises his body now emitted.

"Stop. Staring."

He ran forward, throwing a punch towards her. Dodging beneath the swing, she felt the rush of air above her head, blowing her hair back. This guy was as strong, if not stronger then Arthus! "What do they call you?" she asked excitedly, swinging from his outstretched arm and into the air before grabbing a hold of a ledge. "Fargo Light, Carpenter of Salvation."
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Making their way across town was a fairly swift affair, as it turned out they’d not been too far from the central portion of the island, and what with there being a big smouldering crater in the bit they had occupied it was nice to finally look at some buildings that were still in one piece, and finally purge that smelly stink of sulphur and gunpowder from his nose. However, the scent that replaced it was nothing if not distracting, the tantalising aroma of meats slightly salted and basted in various marinades. Suddenly xavros realised just how hungry he actually was. It was tiring keeping your body in a constant state of repair, not to mention all the wounds he was having to close left right and center, that was the kind of effort that deserved feeding, and feed he would, but not before tackling the one remaining obstacle. They were not alone as they stood before this monument.

Circularly arranged before the towering arena that made those they had seen before it look positively babyish in comparison were several looming statues, the visage of men and women of history edged into cold hard stone. And in their midst sat at the centre of the food being barbequed around it was a single throne, atop which a large man with horns sat, wearing some sort of martial arts uniform. The reason xavros paid such a keen eye to the individual was that he was doing what xavros wished he could be, tearing into mouthful after mouthful of succulent juicy meat. The jesters fingers twitched, natural instinct urging him to go and snatch the food from the huge mans hands, always desiring that which he could not have, despite there being multiple other options roasting around him.

Unable to control himself any longer he lunged, snatching the nearest haunch even as the magma below seared at his skin and the bone he grabbed scalded his palm. He would not be stopped, not by something as meagre as 3rd degree burns anyway, not while he could be filling his face. Even dribbling down his throat like liquid fire as it did, the fatty oils bursting from his snack were endlessly worth it, he would have done it again and five times over if offered. As the band of strangers began to address his captain xavros was particularly inattentive but he did keep an ear pricked to ensure they were mindful of their language and never too hostile.

Unfortunately….for them, it seemed that was exactly their intention. Though at first they appeared a little grateful for the troupes playing interference with the marines the realisation it had involved the deaths of some of their men was enough to put them at arms. And entirely understandable mistake to make, after all who was gonna take shit from some clowns? Anyone who knew what was fucking good for them, that’s who.

”As you wish missus” xavros bowing his farewell to the smaller lady’s departure as she slid across the cobbled ground beneath the leaping behemoth. Somehow shoving the oversized dinosaur joint into his mouth and pulling out nothing but a bone picked clean xavros looked just about ready to focus on the task at hand. That task being the big puncher with the horns on his head. No sooner had he moved to assault the mistress with a stomp of his foot he had a pillar of stone exploding from the very ground beneath their feet and smashing into the big kitty sending him flying. This one really had no manners at all. ”Didn’t no one ever tell you you’re sposed to wait 45 minutes after eating for exercise, you could give yourself cramp dumb dumb.” a baffled look crossed the huge demi humans face, well more ogre than human as he tried to understand what possible motive the smaller man would have for looking out for his wellbeing. ”Only the thing is, the only screams I want you making at the ones I carve out of you with these here knives, can’t have something like stupid cramp messing it all up now can we? Kyaaaak kyak kyak” ”You seem pretty sure of yourself little man, I hope you can give me the fight your suggesting, or it’ll be you I eat next””You shouldn’t underestimate lil ol xavro- OOOOF”

His last syllable was cut off as the huge body traversed the small space in less time than should have been physically possible, flickering in front of him before driving a fist that felt like a cannon into his gut, the world almost blacking out for him as a two handed hammer strike fell like a boulder on the back of his head driving him into the street below.

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Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

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Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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"What the hell is with these guys and sending people through walls.."

The teen sat there in what looked like a hallway for a second but that was all he got as soon the large tiger shark fishman stepped through the man sized wall Godric's body had created. "Next time try the express line sonny, theres less stops."

"Here we go,"

Godric rolled his eyes as the Fishman lifted the teen off of his ass, holding him in the air for a few moments. The Shark was tall, about 12 feet tall in fact, about double the size of Godric. His legs dangled in the air as the shark held him high above his own head. The Shark opened it's mouth and showed the teen his teeth but closed it and looked at the teen in confusion when he saw no reaction. "Whats wrong kid? You're not even struggling." the shark while continuing to hold the teen in the air.

"I don't know, you got some teeth there, big whoop. Once you've been eaten by a Seaking, things like these just don't seem as scary."

The Shark raised an eyebrow, "Seaking huh, yeah you got me beat there. Yeah.. this make sense now. Damn though, this was my move you know. I call it the death grip, from here I can just bite your neck clean off and you'd just go like that." Snap!

"Just like that?"

"Yup, just like that. Something I pride myself on you know."

"Well damn.. now I feel bad. You wanna show me anyway?I don't mind."

"Yeah? You sure? It won't hurt for a second kid, it'll be real quick."

"Oh, I don'y doubt that."

The shark opened up his mouth once again and almost as if on cue, Godric's body began to change into his Nemean sig form. The shark didn't feel the change in body shape until the bite came, feeling the stretching skin on his teeth. The bite did nothing but squeeze his shoulder tightly. See the shark had been use to using little to no force at all when it came to chomping on his prey, therefore he thought his bite would do the same to the tan skin of the young pirate. But the strong skin of the Nemean was another story.

"Was that what the fuss was all about? Well now that you've bitten me, can it be my turn?"

The teen's feet were finally touching the ground again and the shark no realized he was no long holding him above his head more at eye level. But before the shark could unhook his jaw from Godric's shoulder/neck, the teen found himself biting the flesh of the Fishman. The two help locked jaws tightly on the others neck, Godric's teeth able to do more than just clamp down.


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Description: Godric has the ability to transform into a hybrid version of the Nemean Lion, allowing his once white hair to turn Gold while the rest of his body grows fur that is golden brown. His eyes remain their sapphire color to show his traits as well. His hands, not turning into paws yet but instead, growing the razor sharp claws of the Nemean Lion, able to cut through anything except seastone. He grows to be just about 11 feet tall standing straight up on his hind legs, body as muscular as the Lions natural physic.
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Speed: 85
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What a world to be a live in, a place where even someone made of Gingerbread was able to man up and become a carpenter, accepted by society. Despite being on opposite ends of the battle, Clarabell couldn't help but admire this man for sticking to his guns and doing what he believes in, despite not having paid any attention to him. "You're lucky to have been fighting me," she noted, cartwheeling to the right as he came in with a chop of his own. "Had you been fighting Xavros~ hngh" her back arched backwards to avoid a quick jab, sweat beginning to form along her brow as she realised just how arduous this battle was. "He would have tried to eat you. I think he would have lost his mine just looking at you!"

Fargo grunted as his body shifted to the right before disappearing. Clara could only widen her eyes as she recognised the technique as one of her own, one that she had copied from Vodlek before his own departure from the crew back on Boin. "Aw, crapbask- ah!" she screamed, the man appeared right to her side and launching a kick towards her thigh, right where she had applied her shoddy bandaging after getting stabbed by the spiked colander. As she spun through the air, her hand shot over to her wound. "How the hell did you - " "Know where to hit? I'm sorry, but you're dealing with someone who notices damages everyday. Obviously I saw that you're inflicted with a sting of pain any time you do one of your little stints, classy lady," the Carpenter explained, rolling his eyes before he leaned forwards again and began to charge. As he did, he began to rub his hand over his left arm, a scritching noise accompanying the action.

As he came in close to the clown, he turned his body to the side to slide forwards before raising the arm and blowing hard, a cloud of light brown escaping. "Crumbling Cloud!" he called, the cloud of biscuit remains causing the clown to wretch and cough. It didn't do damage, so much as it made it difficult to breath, the powder being caught by the back of her throat, latching on hard. As she waved around at the smoke, her hands whipped to her side as three playing cards rocketed forth, having been thrown expertly by the marksman. The cards embedded themselves into the man, each having an odd design to them. Fargo grunted as he realised that they each had bladed edges to them. It appeared she had more than one explosive trick up her sleeve.

Three cards held between her fingers within each hand, she rushed forward, making attempts to slash at the man as she did so. She wasn't entirely competent at melee combat, but she was proficient enough and had enough power and speed to make her a formidable foe to someone who didn't use similar tactics. Fargo continued to grunt as he realised he had let her get the upper hand, although it was clear that his Crumbling Cloud had done a number on her, as her breath came in heaves.
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”Wowzers” all the words xavros could manage, stifled by the rubble within which his face was buried. This guy was not playing around in the slightest, and however strange he might look there was a reason he’d been entrusted to hold this post by one of the most fearsome names in all the sea’s. ”stay down if you know what’s good for you, I’ll help dispatch that boy that came with you and the little girl and then we’ll feed you to the cattle and you can begin repaying the debt you owe heaven” this was problematic, he was this strong and he wasn’t even the captain, what a surprising group. If it was a comparison of sheer physical strength he was in a whole ‘nother league to the marine from earlier, but xavros was not the only one to suffer from their brief contact.

”That really is some fist you got on you there mister, but you really shouldn’t touch xavros so carelessly, he’s covered in all kinds of gross. peeling his face from the pit it had been pounded into he dusted himself off, as the light caught him he glistened, appearing almost to melt as he dripped some sticky translucent fluid in increasing quantities. First a baffled look at him was then followed by a lowering of the gaze to his hands which were also marred by the sticky substance though much smaller amounts, eliciting an angry red as they slowly ate through the area’s they had dirtied. ”You must have real tough skin from punching all those planks guy, usually my super special sticky sap would have munched it’s way to your bones by now, you’re real lucky.”

”If you think that will be enough to stop me pummelling you into the ground you’re very much mistaken, if I couldn’t take at least that much in pain I could hardly call myself a master of earthman karate.”

Sliding a foot out in front of him, xavros watched as the large man spun drawing a circle with that same foot. Suddenly the feet the jester had only just got himself back up upon began to feel unsteady, the ground beneath them unsure. Looking down he saw the ground granulating, turning from stone to sand as he watched across an increasingly expansive area. The sands were swirling, drawing him in further as they whirled like water falling down a drain. He tried to drag his limbs up to the surface but it was as though he were treading on taffy, of attempting to clamber out of bubble gum, every step he took only had him further within its grasp. With his attention so thoroughly stolen he barely even noticed as the large figure stamped a kick into the ground, a spiked stalactite bursting from before him to pierce through his gut knocking the wind from him. But exactly the same sculpture that had just skewered him was the same one that would soon be his salvation.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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Never in all her years had the clown captain thought that it would be possible to drown in a sea of biscuits. The treats were quickly filling her lungs, drying out her body in a manner that did not fit their usual happy-time manner. Nonetheless, peering through the peru cloud, Clarabell tried her best to prevent her death from the more likely source, the towering Gingerbread man. Steeling herself, she fired forwards, a cylinder of space opening up around her and emerging from the cloud, as if a cannon had been fired through it. In this case, it had been the same technique that Fargo had used on her, one she had trained to compliment her own insane speeds. This technique, known commonly as Soru, allowed her travel short distances within a single second, leaving only a streaking pattern behind her, which in turn provided a method for her own escape.

As she emerged from the cloud, she couldn't help but notice that her own clothing had been sprinkled with powder, that still lingered within the air. Despite the obvious downsides to the Devil Fruit, the clown couldn't help but admire the astounding results that can be achieved when thought and creativity was put into it. As Fargo whipped to his right, trying to search for her, the maniacal inventor cackled with glee as the man turned to the wrong side. This gave her ample time for her to raise her arm, the other hand snatching a device that latched onto her wrist. Pressing the button, the device fired a knife, cutting through the air as it aimed to pierce through the man's chest. Realising this, Fargo could only raise his arm in defense, watching as it pierced through, a long string adorned with colourful and vibrant cloth dangled from the attack. "I upgraded the tight wire for cutting capabilities. Pretty neat, right?!" she exclaimed. "Thankfully, it retains it's functionality, specifically it's rewinding addition!"

Too late, Fargo tried to yank his arm back, to free himself from the girl's wicked clutches, only to find that it would bring him off balance. As she pulled her arm back, akin to if she were fishing. As he soared through the air, his knees hitting against the group as he did so, he found that streaks of crumbs would come rocketing out of his shoes, for whilst his arms were hard to breaks when attacked along the sides, the flat faces would easily succumb to dents and his skin could easily be dusted away, leaving him with the worst case of flaky skin. His certain condition had prevented from ever suffering with blood wounds, seemingly his vital fluids having been replaced completely with biscuit substance. His nerves on the other hand hadn't dulled in the slightest, a fact he dared not question as it allowed him to continue on thriving as a human being.

As he got in close, Clara let out another vicious cackle as he threw her arm to the side, four cards fell down and embedded themselves into his forearm. Before he could question what her intentions were, he watched as the girl threw her boot down atop of him. As she stamped down, the sound of metal grinding on metal screeched through the road, as he iron fitted shoes shoveled down onto the playing cards, their wicked face glaring back at Fargo as, with a sickening crunch, his arm fell apart. Now it was his turn to flood the streets with his screams.

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A swift blow to the gut of the Nemean released his bite on the Shark's neck and shoulder area, blood instantly poured out of the holes in the Fishman's body and began to drip down his arm. The blow may have allowed Godric to open his jaw but it was the swift kick from the red haired chef that pushed the Nemean into the wall behind him. "Hey! This guy is mine Erlich." The shark roared, wiping the blood from his chest and removing the chef's coat he had on. Godric check his chin with his hand, making sure it wasn't dislocated or anything like that. "Woo! Good kick, where was all that fight when I beat your ass the other day?" The teen got to his feet slowly, looking at the two who stood in front of him.

Erlich stood in full white chef's attire except the hat, the Hare family seemed to all cook without one, the heads of the establishment anyway. His scarlet hair just like his sisters even in length, it was amazing how much the twins looked alike. But this guy, he wasn't anything like his sister, only in appearance. "Beat his ass? Hey, what's he talking about Erlich? This wet behind the ears little punk knocked you out brother?" The Tiger Shark Fishman stood tall next to Erlich, towering over him and a bit over Godric as well. He only wore the pants of the chef suit, having gotten rid of the jacket only moments ago. His bear upper body was built, well defined and very muscular. It was said that a Fishman's punch was as strong as 10 men, that blow to the gut Godric received was testament to that.

"Oh you didn't tell them? This guy here tried to fight me over his sister's honor. Didn't work out that well now did it?" Godric said taunting the man. Of course the teen was speaking truth, but there was something he was omitting. When he fought the red haired man, he was holding back and so was the teen. The two had both felt something, call it animal instinct or something, but Godric had felt something inside the chef that he was not showing in that fight. And because of that, the teen didn't use his Nemean powers as well. Still, he could tell that his words just struck a nerve in the Chef, "Seems you weren't the only one holding back then from the look of it."

"So you admit it then, you held back?"

Erlich nodded as the shark stood there with a confused look on his face. It was then when the red haired chef began to transform, growing long skinny legs and turning his arms into large white wings, his mouth becoming a beak as it stretch out from his head until it reached an appropriate length. The shark was still confused but Godric wasn't, nothing but a smile on his face as he stared on. "A Crane huh? That explains the kick. But let me ask you something. You know cats eat birds right?"

Erlich smiled, "Bring it on Putty Cat" he replied in a cocky tone.
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Unlike before, where Clara had chalked her performance to good acting and nigh on perfect timing, the radical had no cover to hide any tricks. His arm had quite literally been sliced apart through her own maniacal devices. As she stood above him, his forearm lying still on the ground he began to clench his jaw as he stumbled backwards. As he had mentioned before, no blood was drawn from the action, in fact, she couldn't even tell if there was anything akin to meaty insides remaining. The devil fruit he consumed had changed everything about him. It was truly a shame within the clown's eyes that his personality had not altered in the shift, he could definitely improve with a more pleasant demeanour to him rather than his current aggressive and snarky persona.

Kicking the arm away, the crumbling mass turning to bits as it landed, the remains rolling in their own separate directions, she nodded at the thought that they weren't going to return to life and come to attack her. Looking up to face Fargo as his screams became heavy pants, she realised that he too was trying to run away from her. Her fists clenching in frustration, she couldn't think as to why everyone from the crew were attempting at leaving her behind, she deserved some screen time!

As she raced on after him, she began to enter into a race of spluttering coughs, falling forwards and tumbling across the ground. It appeared that she was still suffering from the effects of the cloud. Her hand reaching into her pockets, she took out a small seashell, raising it to her mouth as she twisted it ever so slightly. From the opening of the dial, a small spout of water emerged, forming an arc that glimmered in the sunlight. Her tongue lolling outwards, she began to gulp the trickling water, having it fall down her gullet, much like a water fountain. Wincing through the ensuing pain, she allowed the crumbs to wash away through her body, waiting until she was certain that it wouldn't be a problem before rising to her feet once again. With a small sigh, she looked up to find that Fargo had left completely.

Her eyes then fell to the dial in her hand as she realised that she had the perfect weapon to fight the Gingerbread man. With this, she would be able to wash him away, now all she had to do was find him. Her fingers flicked up another sphere, this one reminiscent to the many she had before. Leaning forwards again, her arm whipped out, the sphere spinning through the air before it crashed through a window of a building. The building itself appeared to be a registration office of some kind, no doubt for one of the upper crust tournaments that went on. With an ear-splitting boom, the building erupted into flames and debris, almost as if it were an egg and the flaming torrent that emerged from it was the chick. Clarabell grinned, all she had to do was remove any obstacle that was obscuring her view and then she'd find that conniving Heaven worshipper in no time!

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Xavros’ eyes were wild with glee as they rolled unfocused, his mind embracing the pain that seared like an endlessly burning sun from his gut. His pale clammy hands clamped around the thick spine of earth that pierced him before locking eyes with the man who had caused it all as he pushed his feet up from the sinking sands, using the skewer as a balance point as he shifted his feet to freedom, hanging above splayed legs. From there it was a simple roll into inversion before using his hands to pry his body free of the large barb and rise up over it into a full handstand, walking on his palms back to solid ground.

”Ooooo xavros gonna feel that one for a while” giggling to himself as he gingerly touched at the circula wound that provided a small window through him ”They say it’s what’s on the inside that counts, but xavros isn’t sure how much inside he has left kyaaakyakyak” the wound swiftly began to seal itself, flesh sewing itself back together once more, while the martial artist found his gaze stolen, unsettled and a little disgusted. But while it might have been gross it was not enough to stop him in his tracks, and once the surprise of the little side show was past xavros was still left with the very real, very problematic, kicking puncher that stood before him.

”Well I’ll admit that isn’t something I’ve seen before, but it doesn’t matter how well you fix the damage, it only means I just have to keep beating you to the ground till you can’t do it any longer” the unfaltering grin upon the jesters face seemed only to widen a little Are you suuuuure?! Are you sure? Are you sure?!?!? Xavros has been known to go allllll day and allll night, you’ll have to try hard to keep up” the innuendo as he’d said it was not supposed to be nearly as littered with subtext as it appeared, but all such connotations were lost on him. All he had on his mind was melting the larger man into a puddle of good.

Taking a slow measured inhale the horned figure reset his stance, before throwing a trio of punches in quick combination that had spikes burst from the ground once more. But this time xavros was aware, prepared, circling round them as they bloomed, weaving between them before springing from the ground both his hands becoming slick with a thick coating of slime, slime they rained down in a shower of globs.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

Kazuki • Crew Position:N/A • Assassin • N/ACommendations: 88 • SD Earned: 356 • Beli: 165,500,000 • Location: Little Garden

Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

Anthrax • Crew Position:N/A • Inventor • N/ABounty: 0 • SD Earned: 186 • Beli: 74,000,000 • Location:Gesso Island

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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With three more buildings out of the way, Clara was able to catch a glimpse of where the towering Gingerbread man had fled towards. A small gathering of pirates, all dressed in robes, had been assembling an odd cooking machine of some sort. Clara had no doubt that they had been earlier recruits for the Salvation Diviison. Frowning to herself, she wodnered as to what they were doing and trying to accomplish by creating the large machination until Fargo himself had hit a button. Catching by the corner of her eye was also the figure of the Captain of the crew, the Long-legged tribesman racing off to another area of the sloping Oven. With a twinge of anger, she came to realisation that it was he who had informed them to build the machine whilst she battled with Fargo, inferring that he recognised her as a sizeable threat.

Before being able to chase off after him herself, she watched as a sticky substance slathered the man's arm, coiling around it before solidifying into hardened biscuit. As she widened her eyes, she realised that the newly shaped arm worked completely, causing her to take a half step back, both her hands twitching. With a sinister glint in his eyes, the man hit a button with a scary looking face on it. The machine responded in turn by whirring even louder and beginning to pour out more of the liquid to cover his form, no doubt to give him a powerful boost in strength.

Gritting her teeth, Clara darted forth, throwing an explosive his way, only to find that the radicals jumped in her way to take on the explosion, absorbing the explosion and being engulfed in flames. Cursing to herself, she didn't take into account just how insane her opponents were. They were so much so that they made her seem completely sane!
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