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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 20 2016, 02:44 PM (761 Views) | |
| ♦ Franky | Aug 20 2016, 02:44 PM Post #1 |
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The samurai had managed to evade the marines on Brick Blues just long enough to find a mechanic for his new ship. He didn't even stay long enough for his log pose to adjust. So he just tried to sail at random, to see where the winds would take him. Thankfully, no storms intercepted him this time. Man, I was so lucky back there too... he thought to himself as his ship approached the shore of Cactus Island. His first few steps into the island were on Velvet Tip's docks. Jack couldn't help but feel the downer atmosphere in this island as soon as he set foot in it. He wasn't sure if it was the general way people behaved, or the air, or what, but he definitely felt like jokes weren't really welcome in this town. I'm probably not going to like it here. he thought, Better make the most of the time here though. I should still train or fight someone. Looking at everyone around him though, it did not look like they liked fighting either. I wonder what the heck happened here. he thought to himself. "Groooooooooowwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll" the sound of Jack's stomach interrupted his melancholic thoughts. I would probably cheer up more with something in my stomach. Something other than apples. Jack had eaten the crate of apples he found on the ship when he stole it for days. He was pretty sick of apples. I wonder what kind of booze they have here. I bet it would be strong... Jack walked into a place that looked like it would serve food. Hey hey hey! he shouted at anyone who could possibly hear, Could I get some meat over here, and the strongest hootch you have. Give me everything. Just... no apples ok? |
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| ♥ Dusk | Aug 21 2016, 12:40 PM Post #2 |
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With the arrival of the Grey Hunter's ship, he would notice that an assortment of odd looking ships had culminated within the center of the dock. These ships all sported scrap metal tied to the sides of them. These pieces all bore striking resemblances to the hulls of ships, overlaying onto many of the smaller ones. There was one large ship amidst this small armada, baring countless traps of metal across its body and deck, jutting out awkwardly, almost as if it were designed to look like a hedgehog with quills of steel. With the dull atmosphere of the island came the silence of a usually busy docks. The sounds of water lapping and wind blowing through the streets ebbed across the area. As the man arrived at the bar, his voice would herald yet another bout of silence. The stout bartender gave a nervous glance towards the swordsman, his eyes flickering from the newcomer to a man who would have been hidden from view at first, having been sitting within the far corner of the open hall. Taking up a large portion of a couch was a giant of a man, his head obscured by an entire helmet, that had a bucket-like structure to it, a thin T-shape offering him his most basic of senses, whilst also shadowing his entire face. Flowing over his shoulders were two grey braids, the rest of his hair plumed behind him, acting as a neck rest of sorts. The man lacked any sort of shirt, his large features spilling out in front of him in the form of a rotund stomach and large, curling chest hair. His hand clasped around a large barrel, presumably being filled to the brim with alcohol of some sort. He wore a cape of some sorts over his shoulders, tucked away to the side was a small white haired girl, sleeping away by his side. Most notable of all was the large sword that lay across the table in front of him, his left hand twitched towards it. It was a great sword composed of various other swords, the blades having been welded onto the face of the weapon. Surrounding his waist were an assortment of crude weaponry, among them was a welding iron, no doubt the tool used to add to his current weapon. "Tetehehehe, you 'eard the loud one!" the giant man roared, slamming his fist down onto the table, causing his possé of similarily dressed Mad Max rejects to jump and laugh out in delight. "Oi! You! We're 'aving a party in 'ere! You're looking at one of the best of the best! Tetehehehe!" he hollered as the bartender began to gather foods from his stocks alongside a drink for the man.
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| ♦ Franky | Aug 23 2016, 02:55 PM Post #3 |
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Old Sea Cyborg
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Silence greeted Jack's shout for food. He was used to that kind of reaction, but when the liveliness didn't resume soon after he started making his way to a table, he realized that something was off. The bar tender seemed to wait for the reaction of someone sitting in an obscure corner. The samurai had enough experience with these kinds of locales to know what that kind of reaction implied about the fat man spilling himself over the small couch. He was strong, flashy, rich and probably very arrogant, not the least expressed by the giant twisted sword sitting on the table in front of him. The sight of that thing did not fail to get Jack's mouth watering. He wanted to cross swords with the helmet fellow, though his stomach growling loudly again made him realize he wanted food much more. That sound seemed to warrant an invitation from the lardsack. "I never turn down a party!" he exclaimed as he waddled over to the table of the outlandish pirate in a swaggering step. This guy might just be who those strangely arranged ships at the docks belonged to. The sight of the man from up close revealed his outlandishness in more detail: "Hahahahaha..." laughed the samurai as he gulped down some beer that was randomly sitting on the table, "I just love this atmosphere dude. You're a pirate right?!" Though he knew not knowing who he was would probably tick him off, Jack did not believe in flattering people with falsities. The food was sat down in front of him very quickly, no doubt because he seemed to be approved of by the alpha male, and Jack was alright with that, until he gets a chance to compete for the title himself. In the meantime, he dug in, but he couldn't really keep his eyes off the intricacies of the magnificent sword sitting next to his food, so half way through munching on a big turkey drumstick and a banana, he got an idea which required him to speak: "Ya mmmo, I bould tobally tweet dish ebge on deh shworb ubwarb. It bvould made phore eashier shide shwinbs." (You know, I would totally twist this edge on the sword upward. It would make for easier side swings) Edited by Franky, Aug 23 2016, 03:31 PM.
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| ♥ Dusk | Aug 24 2016, 06:41 AM Post #4 |
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With the newcomer accepting his offer, the powerful pirate gave a grin of satisfaction. He let out a roar of appreciation, followed by his distinct laughter after the man sat by his table, taking a hold of a drink that one of his men owned. That mook in particular decided to scurry away rather than complain, wary to not dampen his captain's mood. In this world, there was only one human being that he cared for, everyone else were merely inhabitants of his realm. With the man asking as to who he was, Erubiel gave a short snort. "Figures, I was only here once. I am Erubiel Hardy, the onslaught and now... One of the top swordsmen in the world! Tetehehehee!" he cackled, thumping his fist against his chest. His voice then lowered as he peered down towards the smaller swordsman. "Forget it at your peril," he warned, his voice was as sharp as the swords that composed his Arbiter MAX. It wasn't until Jack decided that he would make a comment on the blade itself that a new voice decided to chime in. "Who are you to give my brother instruction, fool?" a sharp voice cut through the sounds of banter among the mooks. From the folds of the captain's cape popped a small head. She was short, standing just below five feet. She had long silver hair, with eyes the colour of steel. Her expression was strong, her demeanour announcing that she was powerful. The girl had risen from her nap, standing up beside her brother. "You think I'll take any comments to my dear brother standing down?! Who the hell even are you? Polluting the air we breathe!" she roared, obviously not willing to allow anything to slip by. As she now stood, Jack would be able to notice the sheathed blade that hung by her waist. What was odd about it was that the sheathe seemed to sag down by her legs, as if the casing were flaccid.
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| ♦ Franky | Aug 27 2016, 06:06 AM Post #5 |
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Jack did not miss the fact that Erubiel introduced himself as one of the top swordsmen in the world. He certainly could be, as far as the samurai knew. Jack had heard other names mentioned as the top of the world of swordsmanship, names like Admiral Quarton, The Wano country shogun or The Queen of Kamabaka Kingdom, but if this man was confident enough to say it, then fighting him would be interesting no matter how accurate his claim was. And it's not like Jack truly hoped to meet one of the aforementioned in the beginning of his journey, that's really not how life works. On one hand, Jack did not take lightly to being called a fool. Not in the slightest. On the other hand though, this drumstick was way too delicious for him to react to any insults at that very moment. He grabbed a handful of chips and put them in his mouth all at once. They went terrific with the meat. But as a side effect, it was extremely hard to hear the second part of the pissed off shorty's bout of insults. Instead, looking at her as she babbled on, he simply grabbed another drumstick and offered it. He then swallowed everything in one go and spoke with a smile: "I see someone is cranky after their nap. Maybe some healthy dose of meat will get you in a good mood. I'm Jack by the way, Jack Clive. I'm a bit of a sword enthusiast. He looked at her weapon more closely as he drowned another mug of beer. "Now that on your hip there is a rare piece. You guys truly don't disappoint. Could I possibly hold it? I'd love to see how it works. The samurai knew he was taking a risk to aggravate the girl, and by consequence her brother, by asking that, but quite frankly, she was already pissed, and fighting against them would be much more interesting than just talking about their swords anyway. He just wished he could have gotten to eat more before it came to this. Edited by Franky, Aug 27 2016, 06:06 AM.
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“We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.” - Tyrion Lannister Braidbeard Grey Hunter Top Hat
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| ♥ Dusk | Aug 28 2016, 05:36 AM Post #6 |
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Erun's eyes widened further as he began to introduce himself. Not even an apology from this no name? "Fool, I'll cut you if you're not careful," she warned, her hand gripping the pommel of her slinking sword. She then sat down beside her brother again, where he offered her a slab of meat which she ate whole-heartedly. With a gruff sound, the helmet wearing swordsman shook his head. "Naw, can't let you hold it. This 'ere Arbiter MAX. is the closest thing to a friend I've got," he explained. "I'll let you in on a secret, with this blade, I cut down that Kongju pest, Rhode. That way, I took 'is title! Tetehehehehe!" he howled, his face no doubt held a smug expression on it beneath his helmet. "Now all I need is them marines to cobble it together, that way, I'll be on my way to fame! Me an' my sister 'ere are gonna be feared! Just you wait! Tehehehe!" As this scene was playing out, a figure strode out of the sea, dripping wet. His features were bland, completely unnoteworthy, save for the various straps that were tied to his body. Both his hands held two objects. In one, a dull sheathe and in the other, a pair of plane spectacles. Placing it on his nose, he slowly ran it up along the bridge with his index finger. The man turned his head, saltwater squirting out of it. |
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| ♦ Franky | Aug 28 2016, 06:54 AM Post #7 |
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Jack realized he wasn't clear on who he was speaking to when he asked to hold the sword, since the brother answered instead of the sister. Not that Arbiter MAX wasn't majestically impressive, but he was more curious was the seemingly sagging sword at Uriel's hip was made of. "That's alright, Erubiel, I expect I will want to swing it if I hold it, and this place has been too good to me with the delicious food, I can't break things in good conscience." When the hulking pirate started bragging about his achievements, the samurai felt a chill through his spine. He could tell he meant every word he said. Though he didn't know all the details, even he in West Blue had heard tales about the Kongju, and wondered who could possibly have defeated them. It was even rumored that the fight left giant craters of magma in the middle of some desert in the grand line. Jack glanced at his own swords, wondering if they could really help him until the end of the journey. "I daresay you are feared right now." he responded with a nervous chuckle. Brave as he was, the Kongju defeat was a story that inspired awe in him before he even stepped foot in the grand line, and if nothing else, excitement was building up inside him. "Is it true that the fight left a magma crater in that island?" After a few moments, Jack found his composure again, and chugged another mug of beer, followed by all sorts of foodstuffs from every corner in the table. And though no one would be able to tell from the way he carried himself nonchalantly, he wanted to measure his skill against the titan sitting near him. His blood was boiling with interest at this point. |
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| ♥ Dusk | Aug 30 2016, 03:32 AM Post #8 |
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The sound of his hearty, yet coarse laughter trumpeted all throughout the bar. Erubiel couldn't help but acknowledge that this man too was a swordsman, attempting to gleam information out of him. "That was from a different fight, I suppose," Erubiel commented, his whole demeanour lightening up as the conversation developed. All the while, his younger sister Erun kept her eye on Jack, not one to allow harm fall unto her brother. "Clive... You're a swordsman are you not? I bet you're searching for greatness too," the man noted, gesturing with his free hand towards the blade that hung by his side. "Do your aspirations lie within the Grand Line? Or dare I say.... your wish is to achieve my title?" Erubiel grinned, his grip tightening on his blade as he did so. Pushing his gut out, he nudged the table forwards, as if to allow himself room to make a break for it if the other man chose to begin a fight. |
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| ♦ Franky | Sep 3 2016, 07:10 AM Post #9 |
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Though Jack had no certainty for the rumor of the lava crater, he did get surprised that Erubiel denied it. Or perhaps he was just disappointed. No matter, defeating the famed Kongju swordsman is no easy task regardless. he thought to himself. He's the perfect first opponent for the grand line. I need to see who far I am from my goal. And besides, I need to work off this meal I just ate anyway. At that moment, it was as if Erubiel read his mind. His suggestion seemed natural to Jack, even if neither of them had spoken of fighting before that moment. Though his quickness to put his hand on the hilt took Jack a bit by surprise. "I can't say I'm not tempted to attack right here right now, but wouldn't it be poor manners to break things in a restaurant that hosted us so generously?" Jack got up while taking care not to have his hands too much near his swords. He stretched his arms carelessly to rub the ache from them, and then cracked his neck sideways. He then fixed Erubiel with a steel look and said in no uncertain terms: "Erubiel Hardy, wielder of the Arbiter MAX, I wish to see for my own eyes how strong you are, so I challenge you to a swordsman's duel." After he marked a long pause of silence, he continued saying: "I'll be outside. And I trust your sister has enough sense not to interfere with a man's honorable duel." |
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| Crispy | Sep 8 2016, 04:37 PM Post #10 |
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It had been a bad idea. It had seemed like such a good idea at first, like most bad ideas. Can't afford passage to the Grand Line? Have a probably retarded 12 year old mail you there in a crate. Easy. Sol knew that on paper there was nothing wrong with that plan at all. It seemed like the sort of easy winner that would be a no-brainer from wherever he was sitting. Well right now he was sitting in a box, just tight enough to make his legs and back cramp like a Sumo were sitting on his shoulders and just loose enough that he whacked his already laboured head against the side every time the bloody thing moved. And he really, reeeeaaaallly needed a piss. Sol tilted his head and carved another long groove into the side of the wooden crate with one of his razor-sharp teeth. He needed to keep track of the time spent, who knows how the outside world was changing around him whilst he was stuck in this cuboxi...kubi....cubo...square prison!? "Day 402," he growled to himself in a low dignified voice, "I don't know if I'll be able to readjust to life on the outside. I don't remember the warm touch of fishwoman's hands nor the feel of sea spray in the morning sun. My world is dust now, dust and wood and splinters and sorrow. Truly, like Sisyphus I am bound to Hell. Early in this journey hope was what kept me going, but now I realise that hope is a poison." A single dramatic tear ran down the young fishman's face, into what he could only imagine was the great tangle of beard he must have grown in his long confinement. "Hope must give way to spite, I must live on to spite whoever did this to me...which, err, was me...I guess," he coughed, "Nevertheless my journey into the unknown continues, the sloshing off the sea has thankfully stopped as has it's mocking of my strained bladder. I hear now...voices? The bustle of streets? Humans? Could it be!?" He stretched his neck, much to the consternation of his aching back, and pressed a blue ear against the side of his wooden damnation. Above the sounds of carts rolling over a dirt road and background chatter of people going about their days, Sol's sharp ears picked up two human voices speaking, what seemed like, right next to him. "...didn't order anything. You sure this is the right address?" Said the first voice. "Yeah," said the other, "Right here on the list, they paid for One Day Delivery and everything. Far as you're concerned mate, it's free." Free? He was free? Solomon Th'uul smashed his head face first through the side of the crate, quickly followed by his arms and legs which swung around wildly, like windmills in a storm, battering the crate to splinters. "I'M BAAAAACK!" He bellowed at the rapidly retreating humans. He inhaled wildly at the fresh air, taking in the new smells on the fresh air like an alcoholic gulps aged brandy. What was I on about just now... his brain sputtered to remember as he ran a webbed hand over his smooth chin. Then it hit him. "FUCK MY GASH, I NEED A SLASH!" Then he pulled his shorts down, waddled out into the middle of the street where this fat human and human with a ponytail were comparing swords or something, and broke the seal. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh," he sighed happily between the two swordsman. I knew mailing myself to the Grand Line was a good idea. Edited by Crispy, Sep 9 2016, 06:42 PM.
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Mortimer Montgomery • Crew Position: Quartermaster • Profession: Chef • Crew: The Jacks Of All Trades • Threat: 186 • SD Earned: 348 • Beli: 17,000,500 • L: Grand Line: Route Two Solomon Th'uul • Crew Position: N/A • Profession: Martial Artist • Crew: N/A • Bounty: 7,500,000 • SD Earned: 150 • Beli: 53,500,000 • L: Grand Line: Route Three | |
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| ♥ Dusk | Sep 10 2016, 08:26 AM Post #11 |
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With a grunted bout of laughter, it appeared that the Tetsujin was appeased by the response he had garnered. Despite his tremendous reputation of wholesale slaughter and mayhem, the massive man couldn't help but feel almost giddy at the thought of facing off against a fellow swordsman. It wasn't his goal to become one of the greatest of them all, but someone who would one day rule the seven seas. Freeing himself from his seat, the man stood up, his full height would make many a man tremble. As he made his way outside, he held a hand out towards his younger sister. "Erun, you'll stay out of this. You're bro is going to have some fun," the giant said, patting the head of the young girl who looked up wearily towards her older brother. Unlike most people, she always knew how to look at his eyes, narrow as they were, she could detect that intrigue was visible within them. Returning the gesture by a nod, she began to bark orders towards the mooks of the ship, explaining that they needed to return to the ship and prepare for their next journey. Outside, the weather had gotten calmer, although dark clouds hung overhead, keeping a chill atmosphere to the large street that connected to the docks. From here, one could see the scrap ship of the TestuTetsu Pirates. Brandishing his massive sword inf front of him, one hand gripping the hilt, the Tetsujin gave a hearty chuckle. "Tetehehehehe~ I hope you're as strong as that look in your eyes," he noted. With that came the appearance of a newcomer, taking a leak before the two fighters. Taken aback for a moment, the hulking beast's eyes narrowed into two tiny dots, rage shaking his core. How dare this no-name stand before him and his challenger! At that moment the ground beneath his feet exploded, sending chunks of rock in every direction as he rocketed forwards, he would attempt to blot past the shorter man, letting loose a mighty swing, heralded by the noise of grating metal as the blades that made the Arbiter MAX grinded against one another, a chorus of mayhem. "Meatel Grinder!" Spoiler: click to toggle Note: Edited by popular request. Edited by Dusk, Sep 11 2016, 04:23 AM.
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| ♦ Franky | Sep 11 2016, 05:11 AM Post #12 |
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Seeing his opponent get up from his seat, Jack grinned, and started down the path to go outside. On his way, one of the hosts in the restaurant tried to put himself in his path, but somehow, the look on his face did not broker any argument. He wasn't going to pay. If the world would treat him like a pirate, then dining and dashing was the least he could do to repay them. The host retreated before speaking, when Jack's hand went towards his sword's hilt, without drawing it. As Jack opened the door though, he met with a curiously dressed fellow carrying a big box with some sort of paper plastered on it. He ignored him. There was no time to make fun of the man, even if Jack would have normally been glad to. He positioned himself in the center of the street, waiting for his opponent to take position too. He couldn't help but notice something though. A man came out of that box... did someone just get mailed to this restaurant in a box? What the hell is going on? This was the kind of thing that would have Jack completely absorbed in thinking about it if it happened any other time. Right now though, the mighty Arbiter MAX was being unsheathed, and so Jack regained his focus quickly. "The look on my eyes..." he began responding, but he was cut off by the sight of the box-man, who looked more like a monster from some story than a man, taking a piss in front of Jack. "How the hell do you dare!" he shouted as he looked astonished at the audacity of the fishman. The distraction was almost his undoing though, as Erubiel did not seem to even acknowledge the presence of the rude humanoid. Jack barely caught to that fact in time to try one of his own attacks. He drew Kaiyo as quickly as he could while jumping forward to meet Erubiel's strike. "Ittoryu: Cheetah Strike!! The sound of metal on metal was sweet to Jack's ears, but only for a brief moment was he able to appreciate it. After that, he heard a sound he couldn't quite believe. It was the sound of steel shattering on itself. All his senses told him that Kaiyo had broken. His ears knew that it was only a continuation to the melody that Kaiyo had been playing for him all this time. His hands were now unburdened by the weight of the Arbiter MAX that weighed on them for a moment. And most of all, his eyes saw it clearly. Yet he could not believe it. Of course, Arbiter MAX did not stop at breaking his sword, but continued to ravage his chest with slash wounds, but that wasn't what Jack cared about. He fell on his knees as Erubiel passed him, blood pouring down from his chest, and he kept staring at what is left of his sword. His left hand slowly crawled to the hilt of Yugure, and grabbed it tightly, without drawing it. He knew deep down that if he drew it, it would shatter too. It was etched in his chest with the bleeding scars of certainty. Edited by Franky, Sep 11 2016, 09:57 AM.
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| Crispy | Sep 11 2016, 05:11 PM Post #13 |
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Sol felt a flash of red hot anger slam into him as the fat human began to glare at the young Fishman. What's his beef? He thought mildly as the other human, the one with the ponytail and a- (What was that, a dress? Dressing gown? It looked almost like a Gi but waaay less masculine), started shouting questions at him. Sol looked around, his feelings wounded. Why was everyone being so unreasonable? "Hey man," he reasoned, holding both hands up in a peaceful gesture, letting his stream blast wildly with no guiding influence behind it. "When you gotta go you gotta go, you know what I mean." He figured so anyway. I mean, never seen a human piss, maybe they don't. He scratched his head with one hand whilst his other returned to the task at hand. He was still peeing, had a lot in the tank, he supposed. "Hey," he started, "do you lot need to p-" Before be could finish that particular line of inquiry the fat human blurred into motion and tore through Ponytail's guard like sharks through the sea. Red blood fountained out of the dress wearing man's chest and he dropped like a bag of wet sand. Solomon stopped peeing as he hopped back in surprise, when he looked back on that day he'd never quite remembered pulling his shorts up but they were up, zipped, and ready to go faster than many onlookers could have believed possible. "What in the blackest bits of the bluest sea are you doing, you fucking maniac!?" He marched over to the tall fat man, his blue face flushed purple in rage and his golden slitted eyes glinting. "You could have taken the minnow off with that, you overstuffed, pink nutcase!" He looked over his shoulder at the leaky human, groaning in the mud, and his face got another shade darker. "And you about killed 'Swan Lake' over there! What'd he do, offer you a salad!?" He was fully squared up to the enormous fat human now, his small blue nostrils flaring at the bigger man. Not that Sol had really registered the differences in their respective sizes, he tried not to apply those particular sense, they'd given him bad results far too often. Edited by Crispy, Sep 11 2016, 05:14 PM.
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Mortimer Montgomery • Crew Position: Quartermaster • Profession: Chef • Crew: The Jacks Of All Trades • Threat: 186 • SD Earned: 348 • Beli: 17,000,500 • L: Grand Line: Route Two Solomon Th'uul • Crew Position: N/A • Profession: Martial Artist • Crew: N/A • Bounty: 7,500,000 • SD Earned: 150 • Beli: 53,500,000 • L: Grand Line: Route Three | |
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| ♥ Dusk | Sep 18 2016, 08:20 AM Post #14 |
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With the powerful swing that erupted from the man's mighty arms, the Arbiter MAX. screeched through the air, smashing against the drawn blade of the swordsman who had caught his eye. The blade itself missed the fishman who had begun taking a leak all over the battlefield, much to his own discontent. Instead, the fearsome blade smashed itself against the steel sword of his opponent, shattering along the side of it, sending part of the sword whistling through the air. The blade would embed itself into the wall. "Where was that fight from minutes ago?" Erubiel grunted, his eyes glancing down towards the kneeling, bleeding man. From where Jack would lay, he would be able to see Erubiel's piercing eyes, as the pirate captain store down, considering finishing off the man. It was then that Solomon would begin to yell at the hulking beast of a man. Taken aback for a mere moment once more, Erubiel couldn't even begin to fathom what brought the fishfolk back in front of him. Did he desire to die? "...." His breath came heavy before he released an intense roar, swatting his blade to the side with the intent of smacking the man across the battlefield. "BACK OUT OF MY FIGHT!" he scream as he'd attack the man. Back within the bar, the host was attempting to pick up some of the food that was left over from the many plates that the Testutestu Pirates had left. With a sigh, he tried to lift one plate with a completely untouched portion of food onto the mound that he was already stacking, only to find that another hand reached for it. Recoiling back, he looked worriedly about for the return of the raudy pirates, only to see that there was a new man there. A plain, ordinary man. "Hey, sorry pal, I can't afford giving out food for free. This is a business, unless you can pay, I'll have to ask you to leave.... Especially if you want to avoid getting trashed by those Pirates. That Eru-" His words were cut off by a silent sword stroke that took him apart, his body falling to the floor, both knees thumping loudly before the rest of him followed. With his free hand, the man pushed his glasses along the bridge of his nose before resuming to take the food off of the plate, eating away, impassive to the body that now lay against the floor. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♦ Franky | Sep 19 2016, 10:22 AM Post #15 |
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Jack could see the intent behind Erubiel's eyes. It was clear as day that the man, nay, the beast, needed more blood. He needed more of a fight. Jack couldn't blame him even if he wanted to. The samurai had displayed pitifully. Yet he wanted nothing more than to wipe that angry look off his opponent's yelling face. He wanted nothing more than to make him bleed. This intense moment was interrupted however, when the random man who was standing between them seemingly came to his defense. Verbally... Jack could almost see Erubiel's reaction before it happened, so he got up sheathed his broken sword, in a gesture that seemed almost like someone caressing a wounded limb softly, and then tried to put his hand on Solomon's shoulder to try to calm him down. He couldn't get there in time however. This damned Erubiel was too fast, too strong, too good. To the point that Jack felt another surge of shame. Another surge of helplessness. Another surge of anger at himself. In that moment though, his desire to do better became stronger. Much stronger. He felt a surge of anger at his weakness, which transformed very quickly into a hot burning ball of desire to become stronger in his chest. He could not let it end now. He could not allow himself to be broken. Somehow, in that one very slow moment, he recovered the look of determination that he had at the beginning of the fight. He looked Erubiel in the eyes, and continued his gesture to put his hand on his shoulder, and said: "Now I know how strng I need to be to defeat you. And mark my words. As the sun is bright. As the sky is blue. I will fight you again, and I will defeat you." |
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“We all need to be mocked from time to time Lord Mormont lest we start to take ourselves too seriously.” - Tyrion Lannister Braidbeard Grey Hunter Top Hat
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