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Cattleship Rustling; Totallynotaloki and totallynotenchantress Meetup
Topic Started: Apr 22 2016, 11:44 AM (266 Views)
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Lilica had a broad smile on her face as she emerged from the Marine ship, stretching as she walked down the gangplank. It was amazing how easy it was to talk Marines into things at times, especially some of the more simple minded ones! Just one simple murder, a stolen chore girl outfit, and her normal clothing stored in a backpack, and she had been chauffeured across the Blues completely free of charge! Granted, she had to really work on stringing along the person in charge of the ship without actually giving into his frankly disgusting demands, and she hated the manual labor she had to perform as a part of her role. Scrubbing and sweeping were just so beneath her.

However, the sacrifices were necessary for the next stage of her business plan. Now that she was finally off that storm-wracked, backwards-minded shamble of an island, she could focus on getting the first thing she truly needed to proceed: A ship. It was this goal that brought her to the island simply known as Wild Wild West.

Even without the briefing from her justice-obsessed friends, Lilica already knew a good bit about Wild Wild West. While most of her father's work did come from Gunsmoke Island, WWW was just as obsessed with quality firearms as their neighboring isle. As such, he would gain occasional commission work from some of the more well-to-do cattle ranchers, thus necessitating a few lessons on the islands for the eventual future where Lilica would take over the business.

However, present circumstances now required that her knowledge of the islands customs and rules be used for a different purpose now. After all, surely a place as prosperous as this glorified ranch wouldn't mind the theft of one small little boat, now would it? Especially not with the Marines paying them so well to provide provisions.

With that thought in her mind, the former freedom fighter would give a jovial wave to the marines she had traveled with before going off on her "shore leave," hefting her backpack full of clothes onto her shoulder as she walked away, her smile transitioning into a smug smirk as she left. Yes, it would be quite fitting to have the Marines pay for a replacement ship after she had to endure two separate trips with them.
Lilica Hazeman • Gunsmith • Inventor/Doctor/Thief/Markswoman • Better Earth IndustriesBounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 17 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: West Blue

Jo Synderfell • Seawoman • Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 5 • Beli: 2,650,000 • Location: Awestralia, South Blue

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"Sonny, that stick isn't gonna' do you much good 'round 'ere, you know." -- he hadn't been here for more than an hour and while he's had plenty of time to sneak off or do something unmentionable, he was attempting his best at just sliding into to the community. With a friendly smile and with the general overtones quite the kind gentleman, Vash found himself being stopped by one of the locals who continued to insist that he take the firearm that was being offered to him. "Sincerely, I'm thankful, sir. However, I don't fancy myself much of a gun-person." -- and that was true, to a point. They were useful tools, to a means, to an end. With a hand placed upon Vash's shoulder, those who picked up micro-expressions would have seen the cringe and malice that crossed his face. "Nonsense, boy! One of these will out do your fancy stick any day!" -- his heavy southern accent was getting on his nerves.

"Had I not need your damned services at a later date, your hand wouldn't be an appendage that you would have to grow used to not having anymore. That's probably your shooting hand, no?"

"Alright, alright. I'll take your 'darn' gun." -- he wanted to vomit, and the man held out the flintlock and Vash took it from the man's hand and looked it over for a moment, before smiling wide to him and placing it in the back of his trousers. "That'ta boy!" -- he shook Vash a bit, the hefty southern man in his overalls was quite the loud one. The hand was removed, from Vash's shoulder; not from the man's arm. He hadn't made it passed the main dockyard because of this man, and for the past hour or so he's had to listen about cattle and other nonsense he didn't care to hear about; except for the firearms manufacturing the island is known for. That was important.

"Now, what I had asked about before." -- while he may have one of the most silver tongues and finest of words to play with, he didn't want to play with an entire deck from the get-go. There was a time and a place for delicate placement of words, gestures and what have you. This common man wasn't one of them; especially someone who played a different fiddle but essentially had the same effect as Vash himself. Get people to go with what you want, not caring for what they may want.

"Dodge? Right, there's an old fella that works on one of the ranches. Don't know much 'bout 'im, he's just a farm-hand. You know 'im, I take 'ett? Works at the Crutchfield Ranch." -- "Could you point me in the right direction?" -- the man would take another ten minutes, give or take, to give Vash proper directions to where the ranch may have been located.
LEXINGTON ADAMS JR. • CAPTAIN • TACTICIAN • SHOCK TROOPERSCommendations: 76 • SD Earned: 526 • ID: 37894-209 • Location: Grand Line
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Lilica walked for a fair bit until she found a suitably dingy looking bar. Some of the more exuberant looking individuals at the docks tried to approach her a handful of times in order to try and talk her into her some cheap one-shot pistols, but quickly lost interest when they noticed that Lilica was already armed. Normally, her usual outfit would conceal that fact, but her Marine uniform didn't have nearly as much concealment value to it.

Granted, part of that may have been from the way she was wearing it. Sure, the cap was normal, and glasses probably weren't entirely uncommon among Marines. But most of them probably didn't tie their shirt so that they would have an exposed midriff, or leave a few buttons unclasped to expose some cleavage. Honestly, Lilica was partly amazed that no one here had tried to make any advances on her yet. Perhaps this island was more enlight-

"My my my!" a drunken drawl proclaimed, the crowd parting as a massive slab of a man walked towards the gunsmith, a small gaggle of cronies in tow. Lilica could already smell the alcohol oozing off the man, and he had a practically palpable feel of lust emanating from him as well. "Well aren't you a purty lookin' thing! Ain't she purty, boys?!"

The man's tag-along toadies would all issue various catcalls to show their agreement, each one even more crude than the last. Lilica could feel the bile rising in her throat, but she quickly subsumed the feeling as she continued her walk, simply ignoring the mongoloids as she made her way forward. She probably could kill them easily enough, but that wasn't terribly helpful. Besides, she didn't really want to earn more of a bounty for herself right now, so killing them would just be a hassle that was ultimately not worth it.

However, it seemed that the large drunkard had vastly different ideas about how this encounter was supposed to go. He would suddenly reach out towards the girl with a ham-sized fist, an ugly look on his face.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
Lilica Hazeman • Gunsmith • Inventor/Doctor/Thief/Markswoman • Better Earth IndustriesBounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 17 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: West Blue

Jo Synderfell • Seawoman • Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 5 • Beli: 2,650,000 • Location: Awestralia, South Blue

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It took everything that Vash had to not snap the man's neck for his constant talking; to shut him up and just walk away from the scene. But if he were to draw attention to himself, it wouldn't go too well for him. It would have saved his ears, but the Marines if they caught wind of his actions would just hinder what he would be able to do here on the island. Nevertheless, he was freed from the hick that wouldn't stop talking. He had the direction, and he'd give the man a cheery 'thank you' and 'goodbye' in order to shut him up. He likely had said something even after Vash had stepped away, but at this point he had been drowned out by Vash's inability to care as the man was useless to him now.

Having made his way through town, he didn't pay much attention to any of the locals and only had his one destination in mind and that was Crutchfield Ranch. He would have to cut through the town, as he didn't want to take any chances of getting lost. Following the directions as they were given to him was the way to assure that wouldn't happen.

While Vash was surely one to keep an eye on his surroundings, he didn't pay much attention to anything that could pose a threat and one of those things happened to be drunkards. Simply put, as one would drown out someone talking or some noise in particular, his mind did the same with things such as those. And because of that, as he proceeded, his shoulder brushed up against one particular drunkard who happened to be speaking with someone; but of course, Vash didn't notice that and simply continued on

"Eh~! Watch where ye' going, pretty boy!" -- one of them shouted, and of course Vash was paying them not attention. Because they felt ignored, a hand was placed on Vash's shoulder to keep him from going any further.

"Does no one in this town want to keep their appendages? All of these people, below me; believing that their typical gestures should be forced upon those who don't call this cesspool home."

Of course, he stopped; but out of irritation that had been built up from the man he first ran into on this island, his hand trembled around his staff, but he mentally calmed himself and kept from bludgeoning the drunkard's head into nothing. "My apologizes." -- Vash simply said, his tone sounding sincere but would an apology get through someone who reeked of such poison?
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The head honcho of the gaggle of drunkards managed to grab a hold of Lilica's left arm, mostly due to her lack of attention towards the obviously lesser individuals. This lack of attention would vanish the instant the gunsmith felt the idiot grab a hold of her with his filthy hand. She instantly felt her skin crawl, and a look of rage and disgust would momentarily flash across her face. Thankfully, she was able to stop herself from following her first impulse and simply shooting the man, and her face settled into a more neutral expression.

"Lilica is going to have to request that hyou let go," the former freedom fighter said, her tone completely calm despite the situation she was in. Then a sly smile would come to her face, and she would put a more sultry tone on for her voice, her hand slowly edging down to her pistol. "Lilica promises zat good zings vill happen to hyou if hyou do."

While the mongoloid used his few working braincells to start processing what she said, Lilica's eyes would drift to the rest of the group. Their short attention spans and even shorter tempers had apparently dragged in another individual. He seemed a meek sort at first glance, but the way he held himself and his staff revealed more than that to Lilica. It seemed like this man was almost certainly a seasoned combatant in his own right, one who could quite possibly hold his own against these drunken excuses if need be.

With that observation, a plan started to come together in her mind. A distinct glint came to her eye, and her fingers would hover near her pistol. As the gunsmith prepared to draw, the man who was holding onto her arm would give her a lecherous grin, licking his lips some.

"I think you and I are gonna have a good time either way, girly. So I'll just keep ya right here."

Lilica sighed at the response, shaking her head some in disapproval. Then, in a blur of movement, she would draw her gun and fire a bullet straight into the man's right eye. As he began to collapse, the other individuals present would be able to see that Lilica's formerly grasped arm was now hovering over the top of her one-shot flintlock, with no sign of it having even moved there in the interim. One of the others would begin to draw his own pistol, thinking himself safe due to the fact that the scantily dressed woman in front of him was obviously out of ammo now.

However, Lilica was quick to take that assumption away from him, and she fired once again, the large bullet catching him in his wrist as he began to draw. Once again, faster than anyone present could see, the woman reloaded, her gun moving to another target as she did so. She continued her firing process, shooting two more of the men in their wrists as they tried to pull out their sidearms. In a brief flurry of action, Lilica had taken all but three of the drunks out of the fight, before they could even draw their own weapons.
Lilica Hazeman • Gunsmith • Inventor/Doctor/Thief/Markswoman • Better Earth IndustriesBounty: 1,000,000 • SD Earned: 17 • Beli: 4,750,000 • Location: West Blue

Jo Synderfell • Seawoman • Inventor/Weapon Specialist • None • Commendations: 1 • SD Earned: 5 • Beli: 2,650,000 • Location: Awestralia, South Blue

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There was a moment when the debonair'd Vash considered that he would have to directly interact with these drunken hooligan in order to continue on to the Crutchfield Farms; but before there was an instance in which he would make his movement noted, the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the area and though he wasn't startled, he was on alert for the interim. Note had been taken that the firing had came from behind him, and he immediately pinpointed it to come from the young lass who the men had been bothering. With a glimpse over his shoulder, there was some crimson pooling the ground and his eyebrow quirked.

None of the surrounding folk seemed to be off-put by what had just happened; which he supposed should have been expected from such a hick-filled island. There truly wasn't much else for Vash to do, or even say in this situation and he would start to take steps forward again and head toward his destination. This wasn't his problem to begin with, of course. This entire ordeal was between the young Marine lass, and the drunken apes.

"Cheers." -- he gave a gentle wave of his hand as he was walking away from the scene.
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