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History in the Baking
Topic Started: Apr 8 2016, 10:52 AM (1,938 Views)
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Keeping herself within the motion of a mild run, the purple haired demolitionist's eyes flicked from one side fo the street to th next. Apart from the Gyu, the wandering chef from Wano, she doubted she would see any more kind faces among those who dwelled within the island. All over, she could see those who had came to participate within the daring trials and tribulations that the Oven had to offer for those of the culinary trade. Alongside them were the viewership, men, women and children all caught up within the hellish spat that had been formed by the two crews. As someone who lacked care for the laws and regulations of the land, this didn't bare down too harshly on the consciousness of the clown, soemthing which she always figured she should get checked at some point.

Her face was beginning to return to its normal colour too, despite the fact that there had been facepaint to mask her true complexion. As it had begun to flake off of her, Farog had been able to bare witness to the soft pale that her face tended to take, especially as it hd been masked for so long. With a small nod to herself she made a mental note to reapply the paint once she returned to her ship. With another sniff though, she began to wonder how the others were doing. There had been explosions all along the Oven as herself, Xavros and theenigmatic Godric G. Fist fought agaisnt the unit ofr Bright Eye's forces. Would the yonkou himself acknowledge the fighting that had been made here, would he do anything to thwart he voyages in the future? These were questions she would need to ponder later on, for the clown was one who hid her pragmatic side, a trait she found to be unbecoming of a clown. A clown was someone who would bestow joy to those around them.

She heard the faint sound of voices from another side of the building she was currently traversing through. Pausing for a moment, she began to flip to the sidebefore she clenched her fingers around an orb. She spun through the air after launching herself from the ground with a well timed push of her arm. the bomb spun through the air before bursting through the window of the building.




The conversation between the Captain of the Salvation Division and his men was swiftly cut short as a rain of fire and debris burst from the building they had been behind. The long legged tribeseman kicked off fromt he ground to avoid bein hurt, his men being trampled by the flying debris. Scowling, the bue haired man looked up to see the figure of the clown girl he had left in the hands of Arthus beforehan. she was calmly walkign through the fire, the cloud of smoke obscuring her form as she did so. "So, it seems you've stopped running then, huh?" she goaded, her eyes narrowed as she made her way to a firm stop in front oh the man. They stood a few meters apart from each other. Slung behind the man was the same vat he had beforehand, the machine still pumping with the odd hose hanging behind his side. She could only imagine the contents of the vat was to escape it upon a trigger being hit.

"I guess I have no choice. I do hate sullying my hands with the likes of C-Class pirates such as yourself," he scoffed befor ehsaking his head to himself. He looked back to face the shorter pirate. "I am the Captain of Heaven's Slavation Division; Dom Perignon "Vineyard" Wingeard!"
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A twisted joy warped xavros face as he saw the two sides struggle for supremacy within his victim. The man’s face warped and controrted as he fought against his own body for control. His concious brain knew that all it wanted to do was crush the human insect before him, while the rest of him was skewing his movements as he fell into a cacophony of laughter. Fingers clutched in taught spasms, arms jerked into movements that had lost their fluidity. With every cut his humored howls grew ever louder and his ability to control himself lessened.

This was how xavros intended to close the gap between them, if he could not out do him physically then he would just have to steal his ability to control those physical attributes. The cursed knifes, those which looked like little more than playthings that had been bestowed to him for services rendered in the past. He’d not known there was anything special to them but for a warning label that came with them. It was not till they made their first cut that he was really forced to believe in some mystical shenanigans, though the actually method of action was likely some compound infused in their creation, a curse made for a much more theatrical backstory. Whatever the reason every cut they made had their victim thrown deeper into the throughs of hysterics. Currently tears poured down the face of the karate-ka, though wether they were due to laughter, pain or the depair wrought by one so physically able having it snatched away from them was nigh on impossible to decipher.

However xavros needed not decipher it, all he had to concentrate on was continuing to cut for as long as opportunity would allow. However this tactic was not infallible, endless hours of training had given the hulking martial artist a strong sense of how to control his body, and while initially the shock of the new sensation had him all but paralysed soon his seemingly clumsy swings were grazing the jesters flesh, if he was not careful he would be beaten to the ground in seconds.
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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Her expression was left in a calm demeanour, her form poised to strike. She had let herself be caught up in the wild attacks by the Paramecia user before, she wasn't going to allow herself be fooled by the Captain of such a man. No doubt was he someone to be reckoned with, Heaven had never been known to carry with him a weak bunch. In light of that fact, Clarabell went about observing the man further. He had adopted a different outfit. This one reflected the dark blue hair that sat atop his head. Wrapped tightly against his chest was a sleeveless tunic, white trimmings along the shoulders and collar. Accomanying this were baggier pants than before, these offering him heightened mobility, the light that was caught and reflected by the fabric hinted that they were made out of some sort of specialised fabric. She could only imagine that they were some form of combination of Seaking Leather that he had commissioned, he knowledge stemming from previous trials in dealing with the rare fabric. Allegedly, different forms of the leather were to be found within the recesses of the New World, the legendary home of the Yonkou and the other great pirates.

"I care not for your reasons for a picking a fight with us. I heard it stemmed from a mere difference in opinion! Ack! Insolent insect," he spat. "In truth, we servants of Heaven have found ourselves under attack of many. Usually for no apparent reason, it is for this very factor that I find your attempts to shake his holiness' commandments to be... petty," he explained. Clara shot him a dirty look, she didn't quite enjoy being told she was petty. She was a performer, someone who possessed unparralelled performing talents! She wasn't going to simply sit idle by as a lesser opponent began insulting her!

"So you're some over-glorified henchman, huh? I think I'm going to try out some of my newer tricks on you then," she chided. Both their eyes constricted, an animalistic quality over taking them as their forms flickered from view.

The few henchmen who were left conscious or alive looked up to see the two appear in midair, having swapped sides with each other, both their legs kicking forth. They held the form for a second before the clearly stronger Long-Leg Tribesman forced her from her suspended area. Clara was shot through the air, her arms whisking along the air to keep some form of balance. She kept on reminding herself that she should focus on acting out the motions of free falling. Only she lacked any sort of net to catch her. As the arc she was set on began to fall downwards, she braced herself for the fall, looking back to see that they were now entering a new arena, the remneants of food still left over.

turning back to face he ropponent, she saw that he appeared within the air in front of her, kicking outwards with such force that a large blade of air appeared, catching her body and flinging her back down to earth again. "Rankyaku!" he roared.
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Arms jerking at uncomfortably awkward angles the karate-ka forced his heaving body into submission as laughter barrelled from his chest. What remained was the almost horrifying expression of a man who laughed only with his mouth, the stern gaze of one who intended to dominate his foe affixed to his face while his body no longer worked to bend double. It was like looking into the soulless gaze of a sociopathic T-100 while it worked to imitate human emotion. Xavros stumbled back off kilter, tugging at his collar with the look of a man concerned at what he’d gotten himself into.

Twirling the plastic looking blade between his fingers he sheathed it deciding that was good for little more than terrifying him at this point, drawing a more conventional looking replacement. Blood leaked from the numerous wounds that littered his foe’s body but the wounds were shallow, nothing of the level that would be required to take the behemoth down. A booming clap of his monstrous palms and xavros could only attempt to leap in evasion as two domed halves arced up out of the ground and snapped shut like a bear trap only in this instance it was a worm trapped, his legs caught in their reach and halting his ascent.

A harsh gasp of pain left his mouth as a palm shot out to steady his fall, an action barely even necessary for all the time he spent on it, meaty fist driving through the air to send him rocketing through space mangled legs flailing in his wake. Seemingly much less amused by the jester’s antics than his cascade of laughter would imply the horned devil set upon him once again, leaping with tree trunked calves to fly in pursuit, rolling in somersaults through the air before swinging down an axe like heel into the zoan users gut and crashing him into the ground with came to life in an explosive blooming of stone spikes.
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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Several months prior on shadow moses island

Yo meticulously maneuvered his way towards the docking area of the island. his normal outfit for this island would be his outfit he would be using to disguise himself in the outside world. No longer would he be known for his button up suit and tie. He would be known for his black and yellow jumpsuit. He was finally going to see what it was really like in the outside world no matter what it took and he made sure he had all the proper preparations to escape.

-Fake bulge in his bed that would give off the illusion of him sleeping
-the shiny stuff (beli) he had gathered to persuade people into letting him do what he wanted. (though he never understood why people loved this shiny stuff so much.)
-his dagger
-his poison
-his disguise
-his promise to comeback to this island and bring it to the fucking ground.

He arrived to a nearby boat that was going to be used by a bunch of escaped slaves to escape the island and chase their dreams of being world class chefs. Sadly what they did not know was Yo was capable of hearing everything since he was RETH's understudy so he quickly made his escape one hour earlier than the intended rondevu time that the unknown slaves had set.

Weeks before arrival onto iron knife island

In the middle of the sea on the way to iron knife island an argument began to break out between everyone on the boat... well that is everyone who belonged on the boat that is. "Fuck you john I know its you!!!" said one of the 4 escapee slaves that were left on the boat. "you're right out of your fucking mind bastion if you think i would try and sabotage everything we've worked hard for, if anything its always the guilty who are first to accuse someone. said john as he began to roll up his sleeves and pulling a knife out. "both of you cut this shit out now, we've made it this far with each other and you all are really going to throw it all away!? the third man who seemed like the leader of the group spoke up on the situation, this man would be known as oliver.

"Guys please don't d-" John and bastion both turned to the woman who tried to speak up and shouted "SHUT THE FUCK UP BELLA" and before you knew it 3 men began to fight to the death on the boat while bella watched in horror. Meanwhile Yo hidden in the depths of the boat listened to everything that happened while sneaking more food out of their storage.

At first there was originally 20 people on the boat not including Yo. It was hard at first having to hide from everyone on a rather small boat but he slowly turned everyone against each other in order to mask his presence. It started with using his muscle relaxant on some of the members of this escapade and leaving a half empty bottled filled with it to give off the illusion that people were drugging themselves up instead of helping out on the boat with stuff. From then on out it was child's play, stealing food placing it in other people's belongings, sabotaging the food, the boat, ...etc.

now only weeks away from the island and it was down to the final survivors and yo just continued sitting in the dark of the boat. Ever since he left shadow moses it was so hard to adjust to the outside world. One of the things being the weird lightsource that blinded him whenever he tried to leave the boat so he just prefered to never come out from the boat unless it got dark out.

Upon arrival to iron knife island current situation.

Yo coughed as he wiped dust off his face and pushed fallen wood off of his body. A massive fight of some sort was going on and during the fight cannons had been fired and it blasted the shitty boat he was in onto something else. He had no idea what it was but it obviously wasn't sunken because there was no water around.

Getting up to his feet he was instantly blinded by a gaping hole in the ship and the light in the sky. "what the hell i-" before he could finish his complaint he fell through a hole in the ship and landed onto another ship. He groaned as he could barely see and immediately knew the danger of being out in the open in a place he knew nothing about. he slowly crawled forward feeling his way across the unfamiliar surface he had landed on and eventually he felt a door. "gotta find somewhere to hide." Yo quickly got to his feet and opened the door to enter the boat and closed it behind him to block out that damned light and quickly began to find somewhere to hide. What he didn't know was he had made his way onto the harlequin pirates' boat.
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”Gla…rble” xavros managing to choke out the two syllables of a viscous green substance dribbled from his mouth, body beaten and skewered at multiple points by spines of rock, the large weight on his chest rolling onto their back foot before clambering off of him, a very minor reprieve to an all-round shitty situation. Sure it was true that he could take a punch better than most people, and heal his bruises a little faster but he was by no means immortal.

”I’ll admit for a waste of time you certainly made me work harder than I was expecting. But in the end every one of my opponents ends up like this, there is no man under heaven that will be my equal. However your bravery in the face of overwhelming might is commendable, I will remember your name, and that of the girl once we have dismantled her too”

”Wh…Wha….What??” managing to spit the word out along with a significant volume of blood as his collapsing throat struggled to accommodate. ”Well what did you expect? You cannot defy the forces of heaven and expect not to be made an example of. She’ll probably be flayed and skinned, something visual that will make the price of resistance clear”

Xavros had practically been down and out, honestly this fight hadn’t been everything he’d hoped for, the day had been long and this guys punches were really painful. The prudent choice had been to simply lie here for a bit, look dead and then piece himself back together once he was alone. But not now. Never now. How could he possibly sit here licking his wounds while people who had those kinds of things planned were left to run rampant and unchecked. This wouldn’t do, this wouldn’t do at all.

The slick slop of wetted flesh slipped across the smooth stone face, much of xavros’ escape from the makeshift spike pit had to be done by a single remaining hand, too much of his muscle tissue torn to shreds to make use of many body parts but steadily he pulled himself free. His body shifted as he did so, first bulging into rippling layers of muscle as his complexions grew somehow more gaunt and pallid, skin turning a sickly grey color, before shrinking back down again as his new found height was rid of the bulky mass and returned to his usual slender figure. Though now with the added couple of feet. His wounds closed steadily, though this time somewhat faster than they had before, his naturally vast reserves somehow increased and swiftly put to work. While xavros was not an immortal, this combination of natural animalistically enhanced stamina further boosted by a delicate control of his bodies nutrient usage was about as close as any would come to it.

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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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As the air compressed, forming a crescent shaped blade, Clara could do little but throw her arms across her chest in an X-shape. As the swirling, screeching technique found home, it forced her back down to earth. With a stomach churning wallop, she found her body smash against the hard, cold ground, blood spurting from her tensed arms. A roar of pain ran free from her lips as the intensity of the attack and landing all hit her at once. As she turned to look up again, she swiftly rolled to the side, flinching as the action caused the gashes on her arm to act up, two messy red lines left in her wake. As she completed the action, she felt the harsh thud as the her opponent made his landing. His two powerful legs were strong, not as ferocious as those of Fargo or the Earthman Karate user, but they were still something that the marksman wished to avoid.

Throwing both legs up into the air, she kicked to the side with her right one, the left following in a swerving motion. This quick act brought her back upright, an action followed by a few preliminary hops. "Rankyaku, eh? Never heard of that one," she muttered, being sure to keep some distance between herself and the man in front of her. It had been a strong attack and not one she wished to succumb to again. "So... What's in the box?!?" she cried, a hand raise dup into the heavens as she called out in a dramatic voice, chuckling to herself at the small gag.

Finding her little stunt less amusing that she had, Dom Perignon rotated his shoulders before grabbing the hose. All throughout the battle, the wooden box had been releasing a pressing sound. No doubt was it mashing something inside. Clara surmised that it ran off of a piston system. As he slid his index and thumb along the shaft of the nozzle, a small ping resounded within the arena. "Tell me, have you ever tried the exquisite wine of the New World?" he hummed, pressing down on a button. This released the stored fluids, a gushing white fried free from it. Clara's eyes widened as she kicked off of the ground. The action had been a little too late, as the liquid clung to her ankles and crafted a white shackle along her skin. The cold was numbing and made her feel uneasy. To top it all off, it had an atrociously strong scent to it.

"Do you not appreciate my taste? That is the White Lady, a wine found within the terrifying mountainous areas of the Shackled Monks. A drink of this is said to rile the pain receptors to no end! Ackackackack!" he cackled.

Making a face, the clown could do little but fish through her reserves of explosives. She had to be careful now, this man was much more than she had initially bargained for. Her thumb hit against a certain object, her hands clasping around it she looked down to gaze upon the fearsome tool. This was something she had been meaning to try out. Eyeing the toy gun, she figured that she could wreak true havoc to the man if she were to unleash its fury. Looking up at the blue haired pirate, she invited him to challenge her once more with a malicious smile. "We'll see how your wine squares up against my jelly~" she sang.
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”Yoouuuuu shouldn’t have dooooone that~” the broken body seeming to pursue forward with inhuman persistence despite the grievous wounds, holes clear through his body that sealed themselves before the martial artists very eyes. It was unsettling to say the least but then again he had endured so much that was beyond the norm during this encounter, if he could surpass his body being stolen from his control and thrown into fits of laughter then a sight like this was nothing special. ”You could kill xavros a thousand times and still he wouldn’t let something like that happen to the missus, you just might have gotten away, but now…...now xavros will peel the skin from your flesh while you watch, and that’s just the appetizer” perhaps it was blood loss, or perhaps just sheer venomous masochism elicited by such threats towards his captain but either way the jesters eyes were wide with a lucid depravity that seemed somehow deeper than the madness that usually occipied them.


It was magnetic, dragging your very consciousness into his own private sadistic world where torture was sport and despair was the only emotion that existed. His gaze, a gaze that acted like a portal to the side of humanity that should never be exposed beneath the light, all the things you fear might be hidden in the darkness now crawling out with xavros as their vessel. ”Shut your damn mouth you insipid infant!! What possible reason could I Arthus, defender of heaven have to fear from the grumblings of some foolish sewer rat!?? Your filthy body is not even worth soiling my palate with, you would do better to just die and perhaps something of value could grow from your remains.”


The ground shook and trembled as the large body of the horned man steadily flowed through a series of motions, as though performing the kata of his his particular brand of gong fu though in this instance there was no audience to watch save one. Xavros looked down at his feet with ambivalent curiosity, like a child seeing water trickle for the first time. He was too preoccupied with the welfare of his most precious person to consider something as selfish as concern for his own wellbeing so the idea that this might be the precursor to something far more dangerous didn’t feature into his thoughts nearly as prominently as it should have.


”Earth-man karate: Dance of the raging stone dragon” as the words left the mouth of the hulking figure both palms drove upward, the fanged maw of a traditional eastern sky serpent bursting into life from the very ground itself, the grating grind of stone against shrapnel acting in place of its roar. Arcing as it flew it was not long till it’s rise became a fall and it drove directly downward into the pirate below who looked up torn between a mix of suprise, awe and confusion. It defied logic, or at least the loose grasp of logic xavros had managed to garner, and not to mention it was completely fucking awesome.


”Whoooooooaaaaa~” cooing at the monolithic mobile sculture as it fell like a meteor from the heavens before with a bone crunching crash the the creature appeared to swallow him whole crashing down directly into him.
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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 the oddity that was the White Lady shackled around her ankle, Clarabell's eyes constantly flickered towards the ground where the rest of the viscous fluid had landed alongside her body. Upon her observation, she surmised that it did little else other than restrict whatever it came into contact with, baring an flaky and yet sturdy quality to it. No doubt would she require to apply an ample amount of force to it to free herself. The man had taken a better vantage point, now eyeing the tool that she had since procured from behind her back, the satchel straps having been lifted to open to allow exit for the toy gun. Before she could activate its effects, the man fired off yet another blast of the white liquid, the blast reaching out for her. Nostril's flaring beneath the red nose that she wore, she kicked off of the ground, both feet pointing skywards as her legs altered to form into a reverse T-shape.

With the sloshing and then sudden crackling of the liquid as it quickly became a solid, she watched as sharp tipped juts began to sprout from it, coming dangerously close to the clown's tush. Her legs coming down, knees bending, she found her perch atop one of the spikes. With a wide-eyed sigh, she kicked back, flipping through the air as similar attack to the previous Rankyaku soared through the air. Her arms still splattered blood if she wasn't careful enough to keep her wounds pointing upwards. They were harsh wounds and would need attention, but for now she figured she could stick it out just a while longer. As the cutting blast of compressed air, slashed through the remnants of the White Lady mound, forcing shrapnel to fly through the air, scratching along the girl's exposed midriff and damaging her attire. With a nasty scowl, she glared daggers towards her foe. The fiend ruined an expensive article of clothing!

"Can't give a girl a break, huh?" she asked before raising the gun. Behind the barrel was a small glass tube, packed to the brim with pastel coloured jelly that lightly hummed and glowed. It had been extrapolated from rare flauna scattered across the Boin Archipelago. Herself and her team, Sam Wright included, had spent painstaking hours and days searching for enough samples to properly cultivate them. Combining the jelly with the tests of Jolon Ryker's own laser gun, she had created a truly splendid formula. "Oi! Dom, you ever heard of Novus?" she yelled, thumbing back the hammer of her weapon.

Spitting to the side in disgust at the arbitrary name, he shook his head. "And why would I know this no-name Novus? Ack! You are merely delaying the inevitable!" he declared, pulling pack the nozzle of his wine launcher before aiming it back at her. "Fingers cross you're alive long enough to see it flourish! Here's a teaser to Novus' strength!" she cried, her arm whipping out before she squeezed the trigger of the artillery weapon. "Eureka!" she screamed, a brilliant array of prismatic and pastel light firing off from the tip. A soft pink flecked with blues and greens. In retaliation, Dom Perignon fired his own weapon, more White Lady emerging, both tools facing off against each other. The shackles springing to life whilst the light of the Eureka illuminated the clown's excited, twisted grin.

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Stone ground against rock as the serpentine body crashed into the ground below, surely pulverizing whatever flesh was so unfortunate as to find itself caught between the unstoppable force and the immovable object. Arthas was visibly fatigued from the exertion of the technique upon completion so simply watched with self satisfied complacency as his creation burrowed its way into the earth below.


Dust and debris clouded the impact site, which was surely little more than a crater by this point, and yet as the veil thing a sillouette could still be seen stood amidst it. ”Suuuuuurprise!!!~” an all too familiar voice singing out announcement of his shock appearance, while splaying his arms in success after pulling off the seemingly impossible act of invulnerability amid the settling dust. The last of the dragon’s body slid over him like a sleek cocktail dress, leaving xavros stood apparently unharmed though drenched in the thick viscous slime that he had so liberally used during this encounter. A tongue ran lavishly along lips drawn pencil thin by a grin that threatened to tear his face at the seems. There it was, the expression he so lovingly desired…..no that wasn’t it, it was more than that, a craving, an addiction. He couldn't enough of it!! The shock! The confusion! The creeping fear that gnawed at self confidence….ooohhhhh it was utterly delectable~


”How did he do it? Did i miss? Was it not strong enough?!?! If that was useless where do i go from here?!” mimicing the gutteral grunts of arthas’ tone as best he could, all the while taking a single step forward in time to each questions, watching the micro expressions dance across his opponents face, thoughts going into overdrive in an effort to figure out just where he went wrong. ”You want to know?? You want xavros to tell you his secrets? It promise it’s a doozy, you gonna kick yourself when you hear it” having been nudged by the hint towards simplicity realization fell upon the man’s face as his gaze locked onto what looked to be mud dripping from the skinny pirate, but was in fact rock melted by the viscous digestive solution that dripped from him.


”Very good, very good!!!” xavros clapping with glee, flickering moment by moment between child like glee and an unsettling predatory hunger ”But it wont help yooouuu~ with the balance tipped towards him momentarily at least xavros moved to capitalise, sprinting towards his target, who swiftly attempted to shake off his own apprehensions, slipping fluidly back into stance before driving a punch directly through the oncoming object….the oncoming object that seemed to disappear just as the fist was on the brink of hitting home. Pivoting round to the side, the jester had circled his foe, hands hovering above and below the outstretched fist, before streaking along it as he darted past, devouring skin and flesh from the limb as he went, bringing the blood soaked palm to his face upon skidding to a halt before running his tongue along it eyes wide with madness and locked on the meal in front of him.
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

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Her cackles filled the void that the warbling, iridescent beam of enigmatic might failed to fill itself. The paint that coated her face, alongside the remains of the plethora of cosmetics that lined her body all lit up in excitement, shadows dancing around her face, construing an image of pure twisted might. Clown flickered from entertainer to mad scientist with each passing second. She hadn't field tested the device in a combat situation beforehand, having only seen the adverse effects of the laser jelly along the Boin Archipelago whilst attempting to rescue Sam. Now, with the catacysmic weapon at her disposal,s he watched as it forced its way through the wine that attempted to burst free. Forming a cocoon around the pastel beam, the White Lady shackled itself, creating a levitating tube to which it rested, trying to contain the beam. This came to little effect as blasts of light cracked and erupted from all along, forcing shrapnel to blast all about the place.

What was more than that was Dom Perignon himself. With his cannon thrusted forth, it was clear to the eye of the ever-calculating clown that he was being pushed back, his boots being dragged along the cracked arena floor. The thick aroma of liquor mixed with spices and the ghastly odour of burned materials. With one last roar, Clarabell thrusted her arm forwards again, her wrist and forearm entering the depths of the shackled tunnel that had erected close to the barrel of the weapon. "C'mon! EUREKA!" she screamed, the candy floss blast bursted through the other side, forcing the pirate's arm to the side as the full wave of energy slammed against his chest, catching him in the air as his body shook before he was sent hurtling across the arena.

The laser beam itself was designed to travel farther distances than the man was able to, his back slamming into the wall as his form was soon buried, an outline present around him. With a shuck, the toy gun halted its fire. Retrieving her arm for the shackles, she watched as the tube crashed to the ground, splattering all across the ground into many shards of white bits. No doubt the chefs would have a field day if there were any left on the island. With a whistle to her self, she blew across the barrel of her weapon, blowing the trail of smoke out. Thumbing a secondary trigger, she released the emptied capsule of laser jelly, pocketing it for future use, a special temperament of glass was utilised in the containers conception.

"Well that sure was exciting," she sighed to herself, falling down on her rump, thankfully landing on a patch of ground that didn't sport a swathe of the wretched pale solid.

The response in turn was a blast of red. it had been a controlled burst, but it fired at the speed of a bullet, a torrent of wind following suit from the maneuver. A stinging sensation crept over her, turning to find the source by her shoulder, she looked in horror as the crimson had been a liquid of some sort that was now bubbling through her outfit's sleeve. Tearing it off, she allowed the top part of her attire to refit itself, the front sagging to the right as it now lacked its perch along her shoulder. The attack had been awfully close to her neck. Kicking forth, she entered a stance with a prominent forward lean. Her eyes narrowed as her blue haired opponent began to retrieve himself from the hole in the wall.

"Ackackackack!"

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Ducking low xavros depressed his hat against the back draft of a blow that skimmed just barely overhead. Even as wounded as he was the jesters opponent had not faltered in terms of speed nor power, and while xavros may still have held the advantage in one of those area’s the combination of both together made for a very dangerous cocktail indeed. However there was one area in which xavros outshined all others, and that was in sheer longevity. While the strain of maintaining performance began to creep into the features of the horned fighter, xavros was as perky and peppy as ever, still reveling in the opportunity to grate away as the slab of meat before him, sliver by sliver.

Still dropped low his hands whipped forward in quick succession, thick globules of acrid slime reeling off one after another as he pummeled the ab laden gut that stood before him, a veritable wall of muscle he would steadily chip away at till there was nothing left but bone and sinew. With a grunt the man tensed against the barrage, steeling his body before the physical weight of the projectiles but xavros’s attacks were far more insidious than that, flesh bubbling with the crackling of roasted pork as the enzymes that filled his slime set to work turning flesh to sludgey slop.

Yet even in the face of all this the tower of muscle was immutable, swiping away as the layer of goop and sloshing it too the floor as easily as one might wipe away a little caked mud. It wasn’t as though his body was immune, even from there xavros could see the sore patches of red where he had been worn down but he still proceeded forward as methodically as though it had never happened. Taking the injuries he was forced to take and then pressing on with the singular objective of pummeling the clown into the ground. It was nothing if not disconcerting, just moments before it had been xavros enjoying his foes plummet toward despair, how now did it seem so close to being turned around entirely?

His body flew through the air in fleeting skips, boulder-like fists smashing craters into the ground with no regard for how it tore at his exposed flesh, xavros doing all he could to avoid putting his body in the path of the blows.
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 long, bony fingers wrapping around the openings of the deep hole that formed alongside his collision. As the hunched figure of the opposing Captain swooped out, his blue hair hung drily in front of his face, obscuring the menace lurking within his eyes. The crude call of his laughter echoed along the reverse-dome of the arena, the hum beating along the walls like it would the calls of an audience. Clarabell too was hunched forwards, her shoulders loose as her eyes darted for each movement that her foe made. She had presumed him defeated, placing him into the wall usually did the trick, then again, a man who belonged to Heaven himself wasn't the average heratic warrior. Having fought zealots before,s he should have been aware of this harsh fact.

As her drew himself free form his constraints, Clara could recognise the pain that he surely was too feel. Unlike her, he wasn't to find himself at the mercy of a chef to heal his wounds. rubble caked his clothing, is chest now exposed. The hint of a grin danced upon her lips as she noticed the scorched wounds left where she had made her mark. A Demolitionist indeed.

"You sure you should get back up? Marines will be coming soon enough," she called, faux sympathy clear in her voice, her battle stance on the other hand denoted that she was nowhere near ready to allow this man to get the better of her. She had seen one too many miracles to think anyone can truly be taken out.

As the man took a deep breath, his shoulders unwinding as he did so, he looked to the heavens high above, his eyes searching for something. An impression of his leader? Possibly a sign to go on, or maybe he was a dramatic fighter. Nevertheless, he clenched both his fists and let loose an ungodly howl that shook with the earth around them. No doubt Xavros still had his trouble with the expert Arthus. With his battle cry, Clara gave a nod in response before both their figures began to blur. She was fast, as was he. Neither was going to go down without one hell of a fight.
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As xavros reatreated in stuttered bursts he became increasingly aware of the face that this was functioning as little more than a placeholder. The sheer determination shown by this man was proof enough that he would do anything to destroy those that offended heaven, by whatever means necessary, at whatever cost his body had to pay. Even if xavros fled his target would immediately become the missus, and he got the feeling that even if he got the both of them away it would only spur him into sending others if not himself after them, with the ranks replenished. All in all this meant there was but one course of action and that was to stop him here.


The only problem being that while he’d thought himself steadily maneuvering his opponent towards the dejected realisation of utter helplessness all he’d actually suceeded in doing was creating a cornered animal, with exponentially increased ferocity. Any one of those punches looked as though they’d bore a hole straight through him, and while he was confident in his wormy prowess there were certain body bits that just didn’t do well while baring fist sized holes. Especially not when the fists were quite that….girthy.


Taking an especially vigorous bound xavros propelled himself into a series of backwards tumbles before landing a short distance from the far bulkier opposition. There was a glint in his eyes that told tale of his desire to finish things here, two men go in, one man leaves, the most manly of confrontations. Only xavros didn’t much like manly, he’d take survival over manly any day, but for the missus he was willing to dip his toes into such treacherous waters.


Crouching low for just a moment the pair shot forth in the same instant as though some soundless starting gun had been fired.It took but a wink for their distance to be covered culminating in a catastrophic clash. Two open palms pressed together at the wrist drove forward, fingers pointed taught like the teeth of an open maw. They tore through xavros’s flesh like paper, when the two ground to a halt the jester was left with the flesh of his faces left side sheared away, an ear missing and teeth and gums that should have been hidden by cheek exposed to the elements. It was a truly nightmarish visage, but for this price paid he two had managed to score a hit, though his much simpler and far less vicious in it’s visage. A knive hand strike stabbed into the barreling chest of his opposition, nails having pieced flesh.


There was a moment's pause, enough for the larger man to look down and consider the petty wound the sign of his victory before with an explosive blooming of viscera those same nails came bursting out his back his heart shredded for the crime of being in the path of their growth. ”B...but how?....i had….heaven on my…..” the last of the words to be choked out died in his mouth as an especially thick slew of red sludge gurgled from his mouth, xavros leaving the felled corpse to fall to the ground after snapping off the point of contact. ”Whoooo mr, xavros really thought he might die a couple times there. You were definitely better than that dumb dumb marine earlier. You died pretty well for a religious kook, congratulations!!!” while to most it might sound condescending for the pale faced pirouette it was genuine praise, however it wasn’t as though there was anyone around to hear it whatever the intention. In the wake of such a dangerous scrap xavros almost felt as though he had learned something, gotten a little stronger even, but it was hard to tell such things while adrenaline flooded your veins, just a soldiers instinct whispering in his ear. As nice as that was it was a long way from his main concern, the only task he needed to take care of was finding the mistress now.
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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

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For a moment, there was nothing to be seen in the arena, both figures having disappeared from where they had been standing. None had been surrounding this arena in particular, the many large battlefields that dotted the Oven having been evacuated when the Salvation division had entered and began to cause ruckus, which explained the congested nature of the Pans. Whilst the Marines had been trying to force their way into the Oven, the Harlequin crew had entered the island and began to perform an obscene amount of acts of pure and utter destruction. The trio had decimated the four captains, caused wide spread panic and mayhem and had even blown large chunks of the island to bits.

Nevertheless, if someone had been standing close, they would notice the distinct shifting sound within the air. From time to time, a body would appear, suspended and lowering towards the solid ground. As they would once again reappear, a leg had been shot towards Clarabell's core, the force causing gusts of wind to spread across the field. As she was launched backwards, bile and spittle escaping from between her lips, her mind raced as her body shifted in an attempt to calculate how best to fall. By shifting it so that her body fell horizontally towards the ground, both arms raised, she rolled along the ground before she was able to kick off again, disappearing from sight as she utilised her insane speed.

Dom Perignon would then feel a full-force pelt from the clown's balled fist, the blow shifting his face. Her reached for his firing cannon, to which Clara shifted her body into a roll to avoid being pelted with the corrosive red wine. Hugging close to the man's body, she whipped out her Eureka once more, the Bright-Eyes follower's eyes widened in shock as he noticed the glass tube had been refilled again. "Didn't think I'd have a spare shot, did ya?!" she cackled before releasing another shot, this one at point-blank range through his stomach. With a scream, "Vineyard," smashed down into the ground, a trail of pastel energy heralding his path.
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