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| SwanSong | Oct 4 2016, 10:57 AM Post #1 |
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Alice watched from the safety of a port side window as droplets of rain crash against the window. She could feel the swell of the ocean as with each passing minute, the ship would grow closer and closer to their Destination. Alice was still greatly injured, though, the majority of her injuries had since healed over. She sat there on the ledge, arm positioned so that the elbow was resting on the port window and the palm of her hand pressing against her jaw. A look of bordom on her face. Alice was wearing nothing more then a pair of thigh high black sock, a pair of candy blue boxer briefs, and her black sports bra. In the time since they left Flint Island, Alice had changed her hair style. Those long locks of emerald green hair gone. Now trimmed close to her head along the sides and back. Only the top portion of her hair remained with some length, but not nearly as much as she used to have. The hair messy, a few clumps curling up at the ends, other curling like a screw. The hair pulled to hang with the tips just barely reaching to the left side corner of her mouth. She was waiting for Gale to make his way up so that she could full divulge the reasoning for why they were headed for the island they were. Under her sports bra, white bandaging could be seen as well as some along her thighs, and biceps. Peeking out from her bra was the black top tip of the number three branded on her chest. Emerald green eyes shifting as she could hear Gale approaching. Shifting away from the window, Alice positioned herself so to have her back fully against the wall, arms raised up and fingers knitted together behind her head and her legs pulled up as so to be sitting with legs crossed She was sure the way she was dress would of disturbed or at the very least unnerved the man. To date she had not been nearly as revealing of her body to him, mostly lurking around in sweats and her lime green creeper hoodie. "Glad to see you could make it Gale. Now... I am sure you are wondering where we are going? You see, much to the annoyance of that old man from the inn, I continued to work in private. If you will recall, I have had experience in putting the dead back into a state of non-animation. This latest adventure being the third time to be exact. This is something I felt prominent enough to investigate. Alice waited for Gale to digest this for a moment as allowed him to maybe look at her body more before continuing. "We are heading for the island Ava'Tul... As if to make things more spooky, a flash of lightning striking behind Alice's head outside with a roll of thunder just as she spoke the name of this island. "... an island known for many battles and currently devoid of life for the most part. A perfect location for pirates and other scum to set up shop for any illegal and such operations. It just so happens to be the burial grounds for the Orthodox Church of Cactus Island and where a special mushroom thought to be used in voodoo zombification exclusively grows. Back on Cactus island, I encountered a sect of Orthodox priests wishing to make everyone apart of a machine religion. Skinning people alive and grafting this weird bone white organic metal to them. Replacing limbs and otherwise mutilating people beyond recognition but still retaining some form of humanistic look. Alice paused for a moment, allowing Gale to imagine the horrors Alice had briefly described. Allowing the man to imagine the sounds of flesh being ripped from people with no medicine to dull the sensation. Imagin as skin is removed and bare muscle to be exposed. As well as other things. "It was here they also practiced the art of necromancy to a degree. The mind altering substance they used just so happens to of contained a special mushroom. This very same mushroom is the one that our lovely friends from Flint island used as well. They distilled and repeatedly fermented the mushroom till they got a glowing green solution that when mixed with other chemicals could bring a corpse back to life with the usage of electricity. The power of a lightning bolt to be exact. This mushroom is rare and hard to find, and given the large scale operations of both Flint and Cactus, It is reasonable to believe that Ava'Tul... Once more a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder sounding from behind Alice just outside cracking just as she spoke the name of the island. [/color=green]"... Has some form of farm set up to harvest this mystical mushroom en mass quantity. We are going to put a stop to this no matter what.[/color] |
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| Rig | Oct 5 2016, 10:25 PM Post #2 |
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Gale strode along one of the all too familiar hallways within his ship. He could feel the floor beneath his feet moving with the waves outside. Could feel the difference int he swaying motion from what they had been experiencing before hand. The rocking sway was becoming more aggravated as waves outside grew in strength and tenacity. A foreshadowing event that he payed no mind to. Oceans tended to be very tempernmental things he had noticed in his experiences and none more so that the body of water he found himself sailing upon now. After all the main attraction of the grand line was that not just anybody could sail it. His body adjusted automatically to the moving floor, he had spent enough time on ships that he didn't even need to think of it. He pondered why Alice had asked to see him. They had been on this ship together for a bit now. He had to admit that it was nice having someone comparable to himself on board once more. The weak just never really understood what life was like for the strong. They thought that because the strong had power that they could do whatever they wanted, and this was true to an extent. Yet it seemed sometimes that despite his strength he was able to do even less than he had before. He had far more restrictions weighing him down. Before he had been able to cut loose and run wild during battle, but now. Now if he did that he would be laying buildings to waste. Destroying occupations and homes. He had to keep his power in check at all times. He smirked to himself, actually in this regard he doubted Alice was very much like him at all. She seemed more and more to be the type to toss the dice and let them lie where they land. The loose shorts he was wearing swished together as he walked. Sweat still ran down his uncovered torso. He'd just finished his morning workouts. Nothing too strenuous yet, given that his body wasn't in peak condition, simply simply three sets of ten thousand handstand pushups, squats, and hanging crunches. It had been a good enough morning workout. And then like that he was striding into the room housing the green haired psychopath. His steps faltered as he caught a glance of her, though he immediately kept on. Only a hitch in his stride showing that he had been caught off guard. He stopped about a foot away from her seated position. She looked great sitting there, with hardly a thing on. Once again he was struck by the opposing feelings that waged within him. On the one hand she was a crazy murderer who had to be put down for the safety of everyone else. He understood this, knew it to be true. Yet she had saved his life when there had been no reasonable explanation for it beyond she didn't want him to die. And lastly he wanted her. He wanted her like a man dying of thirst wanted a drink of water. In his head he knew this was only because he hadn't associated with a woman in forever. He quashed all of the above. She had wanted to see him for a reason not just to show off her curves. She spoke and a flash of lightning punctuated her naming of the island. Gale cocked an eyebrow as he glanced out of the nearby porthole. 'Ooh spooky.' he joked with a grin on his face. When she spoke of the adventures on Cactus the orange haired pirate grimaced at the mention of the despicable acts she had witnessed. A gruesome and unnecessary thing to be doing in reverence to a god. She continued on, laying out her thought pattern to the pirate, and mentally he agreed with the logic. Again the lightning flashed and thunder boomed as she spoke the name of the island. Gale found himself wondering if that happened every time someone intoned the name or if it just happened to be one hell of a coincidence. Idly his hand ran along the massive knotted scar he had acquired from Rain, as he had the tendency of doing sometimes when he was deep in thought. There was no doubt in his mind that there'd be more zombie esque things on this island too. Especially if the raptor girl was correct in her assumptions. Which meant more rotting flesh chasing after him. "Alright, sounds good. Rush in, find the farm, and burn the damn thing to the ground. I like it.' A thought crept into his head and he grinned mischievously "And don't you worry about a thing, wonder lass. I'll protect you. After all I doubt this place has got Italian.' He chided the raptor lady, looking to get a response out of her. All this dramatic reveals and stuff were far to serious a topic for a morning. He hadn't even had a shower yet. |
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| SwanSong | Oct 6 2016, 12:35 AM Post #3 |
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As Gale finished speaking, the emerald green haired woman smirked and was going to reply when a signal overhead rang out. It appeared they were approaching the island in question. A Mook leaned in panting, apparently he had ran straight down to notify the two powerful warriors something. "Captain Gale, Miss Cooper!! We are approaching Ava'Tul... Another flash of lightning and the sound of thunder rolling shortly after just as the name of this accursed island was spoken. Indeed, was this a sign that this island was nothing but bad news? Perhaps it was simply coincidence and people being overly paranoid and superstitious? This had yet to be seen. "... We will be withing land fall distance within the next twenty to thirty minutes!! Um... Excuse me. As with that, the mook vanished down the hall at top speed for him. The sound of cheap leather boots plopping along the floor could be heard trailing away. Alice looked past Gale at the door way and sighed. Fingers unknotting from hehind her head as she extends her arms out, eyes closes as muscles shake. Streatching her arms and extending her legs out in front of her as well. Toes spreading as she tries to force her muscles all over to not be as tight anymore. A small audible noise could be heard as Alice stretched. It was almost like a cute moan. After the short couple seconds of stretching, Alice let out a sigh with a smile as she swung her body forwards. Propelling her up from the ledge by the port hole and onto the slowly shifting floor of the ship. A pleased smile on her face as she looks to Gale, gazing up into his eyes as she takes note of his musky smell. Seeing the gleam of sweat over his body. "You heard the chump. As per the date... it will have to wait it seems. Though... I figure you are worth it. After all... good things come to those who wait right? Anyway... maybe you can tell me how you got that scar sometime as well. I'll tell you how I got this.. Alice winking at Gale as she reaches up with her left hand, her index finger forming a hook as it slips under her bra to pull at the fabric. Exposing more of her black branded flesh of the number three on her breast. In this act as well, she reveals more of said breast as well, all most enough to where he could see the pink outline of the aorta of her breast. "... Nifty little gift." And with that slight tease, Alice let go of her bra and stood up on to the tips of her tippy toes and gave the orange haired man a light playful kiss on his right cheek before skipping along past him towards the doorway. Plainly aware that Gale could likely see both of her round gluteus maximus muscles giggle and flex with each step. Alice might not of been curvy, she was indeed more on the lithe side of things but she still had a few assets about her. Stopping at the doorway, Alice turned to look over her right shoulder. "You shouldn't need to take a shower... you and I are going to get all kinds of wet here shortly. Though some deodorant would be appreciated. Alice stuck her tongue out at Gale, once more in a very playful way before skipping away out of the room and towards her forcibly taken room. She was going to get dressed as she had already taken a shower earlier. The room had once been a cabin for four of Gale's ship mooks but, well, she was a Lady and it was only right for these salty sea men to give up the room for her. Oh how feminist this was? Once inside, it was a simple matter of putting on all of her apparel. First it was the Skin tight orange baby tee shirt. Then there was the loose fitting and slightly baggy cargo pants. Followed by her belt and the tucking of her shirt inside the waistband of said pants. This was quickly followed by the action of looping her black leather belt through the various loops of her pants. As minor task but a bit of a challenge when done with one hand holding up said pants so that they do not fall to the floor while using her other hand to secure the belt to prevent said issue from arising in the first place. After that small chore was done, she up on her holster bag and then her black vest. Next were her wedge heeled black military combat boots. Then there was her green hoodie with what looked to be a pixel face done in black squares to form two eyes and a frown. Perhaps it was related to some form of game about mining and crafting with said mined items? All that was left was to stock up all her other items into her sling back pack, holster back, pockets, and more pockets. Finally there was her trusty gauntlets. The corners oh her mouth pulling upwards in a smile as she felt the smooth feeling of her gauntlets. The feel of then was almost akin to feeling whole. The thud of her heels connecting the floor could be heard as Alice made her way out of the room but only for a moment. Pausing for a brief second to turn around and look towards her bed. Lips purced together in a visible look of pondering something. With a shrug, the emerald green haired explosive pirate quickly moved back over to her bed, getting down onto her knees and reaching under the bed for something. AH HA!! There you two are! Her left hand withdrawing two objects. One being a golden mask, the other being a sword. These were the very items she had traveled to Flint island for in the first place. A smile on her face as Alice left the sword to rest on the messy bed covers as she pulled her sling back pack around and slide her mask inside it. After returning her bag to it's normal resting position, She pulled picked the sword up and slide in into the makeshift holster she fashioned to the lining of her back pack. The sword resting roughly diagonally with the handle poking over her right shoulder and between her hoodie and the pack. With everything in order, Alice left and made her way up to the Mess hall. There, the crew had all gathered as by this time, the ship had reached land fall distance and had dropped anchors. "Oh... Um H-h-hello M-m-miss Cooper. Um... Master Gale hasn't arrived yet but um.... well... you see... me and uh... the other men have been talking and we would love to assist you in your quest but um... uh... We think we would only slow you down and would like to stay on the ship... if that is fine with you? A-a-a-and Master Gale as well! The mook speaking up was the same one from before. He shook with pure fear. The whole room smelled of it. It seemed they all had done some research on this island like she had and under a group consists thought it a better idea to not set foot on the accursed island. It was her she turned around to look at the approaching Gale. glancing at his handsome form. "You hear that Puddin? Your Crew is scared of a little island and the scary spooky things that might lurk around every tree, tombstone and corner! Whatcha say? |
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| Rig | Oct 6 2016, 09:33 PM Post #4 |
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Gale was curious as the crew member came in and announced their nearness to the island. And with the name spoken an accompanying crash of thunder and flash of lightning. The swordsman wondered if there was a limit to how many times the occurrence would happen. What if someone were to go and say the name of the place over and over again. Wouldn't that be a show? He watched with an appreciative eye as Alice stretched her tight muscles. Her clothes hitching up nicely, showing hints of wonderous things. He grinned at the view she was giving him. While he thoroughly enjoyed it he doubted it was by accident, yet at this point he didn't overly care. Sometimes one just had to take the good fortune when it arrived in their lives. When she hopped off her perch and neared him he felt anticipation growing inside him. What was she thinking of doing. Nothing in his head would have prepared him for what she did next. Hooking a finger into her shirt and pulling it away to reveal a luscious breast and a branded mark on her. He could only wonder what horrors would have led to such a thing being placed upon her. He grinned as she gave him a peck on the cheek and then sashayed her way out. He watched in interest at the enticing sway of her hips. He smirked at her comment "Oh I certainly hope so, hot stuff.' And then she was gone, off to do whatever it was she had planned and left him with a confused yet happy smile on his face and substantially less blood in his brain. He left out of the same door, heading along on his own way to get his own things together. And quickly he ended up in his room. He rifled through his closet looking for clothes. How in the heck did he only have a single bloody outfit in the entirety of his room. It made sense in a way. His clothes tended to be obliterated during his endeavors. He shook his head at his own insanity, he really should spend some of his ill gotten gains on getting a new wardrobe. But that was for another time. He pulled on a pair of snug jeans, he took a couple of practice squats. They were snug but they allowed him full range of movement. He grabbed a pair of hiking boots. While he did love his sneakers, he didn't think that they would be the best choice if there were to be mass amounts of mud. Unfortunately he didn't really want to wear his usual dragon shirt. It was time for something different. Yet there wasn't anything that caught his eye in this room. He slapped on some deoderant, strapped his blades on, and grabbed a leather jacket. Then it was out into the hall, and off to the meet up spot. He smiled at the green haired woman when she informed him of his crews decision. "Sounds like they're pretty smart there, darlin.' He chuckled. 'Anyways I don't mind, I'm a big fan of being able to call in a bombardment if things get hairy." He paused for a second as he looked at the man. It was perfect. "Hey, mate. I'mma need your shirt.' 'I'm sorry. What, sir?' 'Your shirt, give it, please.' The man looked uncertain, but after seeing the unwavering look of determination on the captains face he sighed and removed the tight black shirt. With a grin Gale pulled on the tight fitting shirt. it showed off his well defined muscles, hugging the chiseled torso of the pirate. Under armour shirts really did fit the nicest. He gave it a couple of test twists to see if he could move well enough. And it seemed like he could. Good, he was glad. He pulled the leather jacket over top, he felt good about his choice in attire. He held out his arms to the sides, showing off his clothes to the woman he shared the ship with. "So what do you think, Alice? Am I pretty fly for a white guy? Edited by Rig, Oct 6 2016, 09:35 PM.
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| SwanSong | Oct 8 2016, 03:09 PM Post #5 |
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Alice looked on as Rig commanded one of his crew to give him a shirt off it's back. While Alice personally had no issue with the look Gale was rocking currently, she could understand the reasoning as it would mean less skin was exposed to the weather and other potential hazards of nature. This is why she was layered generally as well, especially with her hoodie on. Her hands pulled into the sleeves a bit as so the cuffs hung slightly loose, almost like she had no hands at all. As Gale removed his leather jacket and put on the tight fitting black tee shirt, she had a nice view of his upper torso and arms. Gale's abs were on point and looked almost chiseled hard. His pectoral muscles weren't overly large like most men's were when they worked out. No, most other men had a boob look to their chest but Gale's was more a thing of perfection. Dare she say it, it was almost like Gale was the living counterpart of the Michelangelo David Statue. A slight blush appearing on her race as she looked away and cover her her mouth with the sleeve of her right arm. "Your white? I thought you were some kind of freaky black, blue, and purple sub-human... Regardless, the look does look good. Now... got your shit together? Lets go. Alice was acting all cute as she teased Gale but just as quickly turned hardass as she expressed her interest to get things moving along. Pivoting on the ball of her left foot, Alice started making her way towards the upper portion of the ship and onto the deck. The rain falling outside was not heavy but it was constant. The wind blowing rather hard though as Alice had to quickly reach up to stop the wind from blowing off her hood from her hoodie. Looking back to Gale as she approached the front of his ship, she asked him, "How do you wanna make landfall? I can carry you like the bitch that you are or throw you. If you got any other methods those might work too. Me... I am going to take for the sky, mush quicker. Lightning cracking over somewhere over the island, followed by the roll of thunder a second later. Unbeknownst to the duo, they were going to be making contact with life in a very grizzly fashion. Through the trees and brush a small child was running towards the shore. Hand clasping his neck as his white cotton shirt and hand were stained in red and brown. The boy running just to escape, not knowing of the approach of the two demi-humans, unknowing that he would even survive, simply running. Following the boy was an older boy, but still not a man with long ginger hair. This young adult tracking the muddy foot prints and blood of the injured boy dressed almost exactly like him. The slightly older boy dressed akin to an Amish lad, in his right hand he carried a kukri with a small bit of blood on it's strange edge. "Thou shall not escape Jebbidiah... He who walks between the Rows ist unpleased and thou knowest the punishment! |
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| Rig | Oct 8 2016, 04:10 PM Post #6 |
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Gale missed Alice's reaction to his body as he was focused on tugging his jacket on over top of the shirt he had commandeered. Though he did opt to leave it open, allowing some air flow and to cool his still warm body. Though he did hear her remarks and couldn't help but smirk at them. Seemed like the foreplay to an adventure wasn't Alice's favorite part. Gale could relate, sometimes you just wanted to go straight into the main course. He refrained from pooping off a quip though, at least he was forced to as the dino lady hurriedly headed out onto the deck of the ship. With a shrug he looked at the crew members who were staying behind. He didn't know now that he would come to envy them their choice. "You guys know the drill, don't burn the fucker down till I get back and keep a close eye on the horizon. I don't know what we could run into so keep a tight patrol.' The man nodded his head and gave a mock salute "Aye aye lieutenant sir, sir.' A look of horror came onto the swordsmans face. 'How dare you, sir. I am at least a commodore, thank you very much.' The man rallied 'Of course, sir. Now would you like us to schedule a thorough boot licking for your return?' "Ahaha, Alright alright, you win.' Gale held his hands up in mock surrender as he turned and chased after Alice. The pirate came up beside Alice and listened to her proposal. He chuckled and grinned. "Now don't get me wrong, as much as I like you carrying me over the threshold of new and exotic places I think I've got this one.' He strode over to the railing and hopped up onto it. Spinning he faced the woman, and a smile split his face. "After all I get a much better view on the ground" Spreading his arms out he fell backwards. Once he'd tilted enough he tensed his leg muscles and shoved off. The railing creaked from the force and an air burst followed as he leapt off the ship. He slowly performed a back flip as he soared over the stretch of water that separated the boat from land. Both feet hit the island at the same time and Gale was happy to find himself not on his ass after pulling that off for once. He'd have to mark this day on the calendar. Gale one, gravity forty two. He shifted his swords on his belt into a more comfortable position as he awaited his partners arrival. Though now that he thought about it he hadn't asked if she were planning on starting around here somewhere or if she simply planned on sky walking to wherever she thought the place could be. Actually that might not be such a bad idea, he'd have to propose it to her the next time they were within talking distance. |
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| SwanSong | Oct 11 2016, 10:58 AM Post #7 |
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the feat in which Gale launched himself from the bow of the ship to land was considerable and somewhat impressive as well. as the dark clouds above them rained down droplets of water more akin to liquid needles of ice. The weather forcing the boat to rock back and forth along the swell of the waves. They were indeed a good bit out still at sea. An average person would of needed to use a small row boat to get from the shit to land. However, Gale seemed to manage to launch himself in a stylish show of strength from the boat to land, launching himself a good fifty yards of distance. Alice huffed as she put her left foot up on the railing and using a rope to pull herself up onto the railing, she jumped as high into the air as possible. Her feet flicking at the air as she bounced in the air very slightly. Alice was sky walking as she made her way over to Gale. "You should think before you react some. Had you miscalculated that launch and we been in a slightly different part of this island... your blood would of briefly stained the waters. Alice kept her voice and face in a very straight manor, denoting a very real seriousness. Turning her attention to the trees ahead of them. The forestation started out thin but quickly became thicker. Brush growing all the way up past their heads and trees of what looked like something between the texture of pine but the color and thickness of Dark oak soared into the air. There was a feeling about these trees, almost as if being watched by millions on millions of eyes. Hungry eyes wishing to devour them in painful and barbaric ways. "Gale... keep your swords at the ready... and for the love of the Divines put some lanyard or tether on them so that you aren't constantly dropping them. I don;t wanna take another fatal wound for your ass. The explosive pirate turned back from her left side to face the forest before them, walking dead ahead into the darkness before them. Drawing her sword from her back and using it to slash and hack her way into the brush. Forcing her way inwards. Cutting, breaking, and stepping on anything in her direct path. Ahead of them, a dying boy, who had to be no more then eight winters old was pressing forwards towards Alice and Gale, running blindly as tears and blood ran down his face. His face full of fear, the front of his pants wet from his own bladder and his black shoes and pants up to the knees covered in the silty dark brown mud of the earth. Behind by a good bit, the young man giving a walking chase stopping, Something whispering unto him. The young man instantly prostrating himself before an invisible lord before rising and bringing his recurve exotic weapon to his forehead. "As you command O" Lord. Blessed is Thou! The young man walking away, returning to the fields of corn, returning to the rows of bountiful harvest. A dark shadow of a tall, thin black figure appearing from behind one of the trees. This figure quickly vanishing, leaving not a print on the earth. There was a great deal more going on on this island then Alice nor Gale knew off. Something wicked walked this land. |
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| Rig | Oct 14 2016, 06:06 AM Post #8 |
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Gale waited as Alice slowly made her way over to him. He was excited to get going and waiting around until somebody else finally caught up was annoying. He grinned at her as she finally made landfall, but the greeting he was going to say died on his lips as she, was she seriously scolding him? He felt a small sliver of that anger that he felt when he first met her worm its up out of the deeper flesh of his mind. He seriously doubted that there was anything around the perimeter of this island that could have harmed him the way she suggested. His eyebrows lowered in annoyance. He wasn't one who cared for being talked down to like that. But it was fine, Gale told himself. She was probably just on edge and antsy from previous experiences with these people. He shouldn't hold it against her if she wanted to try and run the whole show like she was in charge. If she wanted to feel like the boss that was fine, it didn't matter to him. So he grinned when she finished up her talking. And as he started to follow her as she wildly chopped her way into the foliage of the island. "The swords is a fair shot, no argument there. But I'm pretty sure the fatal wound was because you let your guard down. After I saved your ass from a suicide bomb if I remember correctly.' His tone was cheerful enough, though there was an undercurrent of sharpness about it. He really didn't appreciate getting reprimanded by psycopathic murderers. But he was willing to let it go now. No point in dragging it along with him. Easier just to exhale and leave it in the dirt. There were other things to focus on now anyways. Like Alice's lack of sword handling finesse. Instead of the clean cuts he'd have gotten, it seemed like she was trying to punish the bushes and branches for being in her way. Smashing them as she chopped instead of slicing them. While he doubted the extent of her sword handling training, it was still an enjoyable show to watch from behind as he followed in her wake. Her body moving wonderfully beneath her clothes as she slashed her way through whatever impeded her path. Stepping onto the pulped leaves and such that she tore her way through. He dragged his own swords out of their sheaths. Acknowledging her worry of this islands dangers. "You know, Alice, if you ever wanted, I could show you some tricks for handling a sword.' His smile could be heard in his voice as he pondered on what it would be like to have Alice as a student. He chuckled at the thought, he couldn't imagine that it would go particularly smoothly, but damn would it be fun. He enjoyed teaching people. When he worked with someone and they weren't getting it, and then suddenly everything clicked for them. Shit that was one of the best feelings he had experienced. And so he followed along, his swords held relaxed, and his eyes sweeping the side of their man made trail. Looking for any signs of a zombie ambush. |
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| SwanSong | Oct 16 2016, 04:13 PM Post #9 |
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Alice kept her mind focused on the task at hand. Allowing her orange haired companion to just flap his lips away behind her. They had a dire task at hand and she simply did not care to waste any more time then need be. She was also trying to stay aware of her surroundings as from what research she had done on the island. Apparently all Gale did was work out instead of actually doing any form of preparation. In spit, Alice smirked to herself as she would keep silent about the dangers of this island. He should of questioned why a whole ship load of crew would be afraid to set foot on this island. If something happened then it would be because he chose not to question things and blindly followed, much like he was doing now. Though, another issue was her handling with the sword. It was a form of weapon she was simply unfamiliar with. In theory, swinging a sword should be simple right? However, she was finding the act of using it a bit of an issue. Finding the right amount of power to put into each strike. This being the case as she would either swing her blade too hard and it would cleave right through the brush and nearly take out her leg. She would either swing too soft and the blade would not cut into the material at all or would only go part way. It was a bit of an annoyance to say the least. Another issue she was finding with using the sword was that with some things she would have to use a slashing motion, while others she was forced to use a chopping motion. Each requiring different forms of control. There was the mental game of finding correct edge alignment as well. If her blade was turned too far to the right or left, it would not dig in at all. Even if her blade was turned slightly to the left or right, she would not achieve a good cut. However, in the swing, Alice was going for a more horizontal slash when out of the bushes came running a small boy. The same one from before, who was running for his life with his throat already cut. However, Before Alice or the boy could react, her swing was already following through and the tip of the blade cutting his thin fingers off. The only things keeping what little pressure on his neck to keep from bleeding out wholly now gone. Blood splashing over the green leaves as Alice grew wide eyed. The boy stopping, blood squirting from the stumps of his hands and neck. He looking at them and then to Alice before falling over to the ground. What little was left of his bodies supply now gone. It was such a shock and unexpected moment Alice had no idea what to do, she just stood there with a look of surprise on her face, staring at the dead body of the kid before her. |
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| Rig | Oct 18 2016, 06:13 AM Post #10 |
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Gale walked along. Unconcerned with any possible dangers that this island may hold for him. Unconsciously he doubted there would be anything that posed much of a threat on this rock. After all, look at the last couple of people he had run into on account of this zombie elixir. Even after all of the shit he had gone through on that island, they had still won the fight against that duo. An explosion to the chest for himself and a shard of glass through the torso for his lucky companion. And still they had managed to squeeze out a victory. Gale's eyes wandered around their path, as they had the habit of doing when he found himself bored while traveling. skipping along the foliage as they slowly marched their way through it. The woods they made their way through were rather uninspired, unless of course one counted the amusing cuts on the greenery that he looked at carefully as Alice tried to figure out exactly how a sword worked. Personally he would have had no issue with chopping his way through this dense brush, but then again he had been wielding a blade since he was a kid. It was second nature to him, an extension of himself really. From what he could tell it seemed that Alice had picked one up because of some unknown reason, knowing her to the admittedly little extent that he did he would have to guess at that reason being because swords looked badass when wielded with precision. And being the regular schmoe that she was she likely figured that any idiot could swing one properly. He wondered if she still felt that way, or if she had felt it at all. Perhaps she hadn't looked down on sword handling. Instead approaching it with the respect that it deserved. And rather than try and pick up a few group classes at the local ymca somewhere she was trying to learn it all on her own. That was something the orange haired pirate could respect to some degree. However it just seemed like she didn't have all that much natural talent. Luckily that wasn't an unscalable wall. With enough hard work and dedication damn near anyone could become proficient with the blade. Shit look at himself, he wasn't a particularly talented blade master and yet here he was, finding himself steadily climbing the ranks of the worlds best. And then his relaxed reverie was torn asunder as shit hit the fan. A child burst from the underbrush just in front of Alice's blade. And Alice being the inexperienced swordswoman that she was wasn't able to stop her stroke in time. Gale found himself already moving forwards, but it was too late. The sword cleaved through flesh and the boy collapsed. Gale pushed a stunned Alice to the side as he passed. Not caring if the woman fell on her ass or went soaring through the trees. He dropped to his knees beside the critically wounded child. He felt the crunch of the dead leaves beneath his knees. The feeling didn't even register in his mind. He was far to focused on the thing that could very well tear the duo apart. His eyes flicked around the ground around the body. He could see the amount of blood. Saw the neck wound, not to mention the dismembered fingers that scattered about. The neck gash hadn't been caused by the dino lady. He could tell that instantly from the angle of the stroke. His hands reached out slowly. Nearing the boys face. He minutely pulled them back before contact. A small thing, hardly noticeable. He didn't want to touch the child. As if touching him would make this all a reality instead of a fever dream. Concrete facts instead of vaporous possibility. He could feel that rage he had felt for this woman the first time they met roiling within him. His disgust at her. His utter contempt for the way she chose to make her way through this world. He reached down and cradled the dying boys head in his hands. Watching as the bright flame of his life dimmed. His jaw was clenched so hard that it hurt, but it kept him from spitting venom at his associate. The boy died in his arms. Gale hung his head and closed his eyes. Wishing the child a safe journey to wherever he found himself headed. Wishing that he would find happiness that had eluded him in life. The pirate gently lowered the childs head to the ground. His hand closed the eyelids. He breathed slowly. Concentrating on each and every breath. Anything to stop him from exploding. He rammed a stopper down on his emotions, sealing it with the adhesive of disdain. This wasn't the time to get after her for this. Amazingly enough she looked like she felt something for accidentally killing this boy. or maybe she was just as surprised as he that he had come out of nowhere. Had gotten in the way of her swing before she could stop herself. It was always a hard thing, when one found out that they weren't as good at something as they thought themselves to be. Gale exhaled a final time and righted himself. He turned to face the dino lady. Things to say buzzing around in his head like venomous bees. Scathing remarks thought of and discarded. Withing retorts, and scalding jabs, considered and thrown away. He likely could have crushed her now. 'I'll lead from now on.' He said it softly. The calm a jarring juxtaposition to the recent events. With that he drew his swords and looked at Alice a final time. There was compassion there in his eyes. Compassion and anger. Not necessarily anger at her, how could she have known that such things were going to occur, but anger at the situation as a whole. He spun on his toe and started heading back into the woods. His shoes crunching on the coated floor. His swords flashing out and slicing the impeding brush with perfect cuts. |
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| SwanSong | Oct 19 2016, 12:02 AM Post #11 |
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Alice was pushed to the side by Gale in her stunned state, sending her to the ground onto her rear. Thankfully her loose hoodie protecting her from the mud but it was still a rude thing to do regardless. The emerald green eyed woman watched as Gale tried to cradle the boy as if cradling his own son before realizing it was far too late. by the time the swordsman could reach the boy, the last bit of life had pumped out of the boy's body. The severed fingers lay along the ground by the boy's feet. One finger twitching from the remaining electrical signal left within it's nerves fired, all the while the others uncurling and leaking blood along the ground. Alice standing as she put her sword away. Nodding at Gale as he said he would be leading from now on. How stupid of herself. Alice grit her teeth in frustration at herself. She wished she could use her damn Haki abilities. Ever since that freaking shard of glass pierced her, Alice had been unable to use her already limited Haki abilities. It was almost like they were locked off. Alice as it stood had no way of defending herself by observation nor Armament. She was left to her own devises. Looking on, Gale had already cleared a good ten feet by the time Alice realized something. "Gale!!! Stop!! Don't you find this a bit strange?! Alice waited for Gale to stop and return, pondering for a moment as she spoke in turn, "Why the hell would a kid come crashing through a set of bushes like that? I mean... I wasn't being too subtle about all my hacking, chopping, and slashing. I was making plenty of noise and stuff... plus it isn't raining that hard either... but look, his clothing. They are soaking wet. And that neck wound... that wasn't me. Gale... keep on the look out... something not right here or my name is Saint Mary of the Catholic Faith... and it's not. Alice looking up to the sky, her eyes squinting as cool raindrops fell from the light grey sky. Now that they were quiet, there could be heard the sound of a stream or river relatively close by, and the sound of what could almost be described as chickens. Something was definitely not right with all this. Whatever was going on here, was not what Alice or Gale might of had in mind. Taking off into the sky, Alice sky walked her way up, hopping on the air almost as if skipping as she made her way up and up into the leafy tree tops. On and on she when as she ascended higher and higher till she was a good story above the trees. There she saw something in the distance. There were rows on rows of corn. Yellow and green stalks of corn for miles. From somewhere off in the corn rows a couple building roof tops could be seen and a bit of smoke could be seen as well flowing up into the sky. There was indeed life on this island. Falling in a similiar motion to a skip, ALice decended from the sky back down to where Gale was and said along the way, "There's civilization on up ahead. Oh and Corn... Lots and lots and lots of corn... must be miles of it. What few roof tops i could see look older styled.. plantation or settler style maybe... Not sure. Whatever the case... We are on the right track to something. Landing behind Gale, Alice looked back to the dead body of the boy and then back on up ahead to where the rows and rows of corn would be. Something told Alice to not venture further, to turn back. Something deep down inside of her was telling her to leave this place. However, the explosive pirate would not hear these words of doubt. She had too much on the line with this. She was going to finally put a stop to this necromancy and bastardization of the dead once and for all. She was going to finally find the root of all this evil and put a stop to it once ad for all. Even if it meant the death of her, she would do it. Thankfully though, she had Gale by her side. While Ookami her sister in arms would of been a far better option, she was still very much glad he was with her. Even if he might not realize it or know it at the moment, but she was thankful for them crossing paths by chance. Maybe... just maybe, with the carrot top butter fingered swordsman they could achieve some good in this world... even if no one would ever know or even really care. At least they could say they did it. "Oh and... Gale... Thanks for being here with me. You.. you didn;t have to come but... it is nice that you did. Maybe you can help this old jaded bitch here do some good for once in her life? ![]() 125 Edited by Edit, May 30 2017, 10:44 AM.
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| Rig | Oct 20 2016, 05:41 AM Post #12 |
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Gale was cutting his way through the rough bushes with clinical precision. A juxtaposition to Alice's earlier handiwork, his cuts were clean and masterful. He wasn't really paying all that much attention to his technique, he knew what he needed to do in order to cut these things. He had been chopping his way through foliage like this for some time now and he was capable of doing it without paying attention. But this time he was paying attention. Not to his angle and force, but to the greenery further along the path of his blade. He didn't want another young person to leap out of this forest into the deadly path of a sword. On the outside he seemed calm, angry, but calm. Yet on the inside he was seething with anger at Alice. Could this woman seriously not go twenty minutes without killing somebody? For fucks sake, every time he started to think she had redeemable qualities she would go and do shit like this. Maybe he couldn't save her. Maybe she didn't deserve it. When he thought back to their first meeting he wondered if his first reaction to her was the correct one. Perhaps she was a rabid dog. A rabid dog that should be put down for the safety of everyone else. Halfway through a cut she called out to him and his blade immediately stopped. It was partway through a big leafy frond. He withdrew it and turned towards her. And then she spoke, trying to figure out what had possessed the boy to come to them. "Maybe he was looking for help. Looking for us to save him.' His voice was thick with rage. He looked at the body, laying there in the dirt, a pool of vital fluids encircling it. He felt his heart wrench at the sight. He'd never been good with dealing with death. Certainly not the death of others and especially not those of children. His own death he knew would be coming eventually, and it would likely be a violent and bloody one. Given the life he lead this was to be expected. Other peoples deaths however simply unnerved him. He hated it. He grimaced at the boys corpse. 'Fat lot of good it did him.' She launched herself into the air and Gale found himself grateful for her absence. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He was so angry that he didn't even do his customary up skirt look as the nubile dino lady walked the sky. And them it was just him and the corpse. alone as they awaited the return of the murderess. She spoke as she came down and Gale filed away what she said. Corn. Pilgrims. Good times had by all. He'd spent the time during her scouting to work out something to say to her, a rant that would tear her a new one like she'd never had before. Something so scalding that it would make her feel like a little girl again. It was on the tip of the tongue when she spoke yet again. As he listened Gale could feel his rage ebbing. Like the water in the tub once the plugs been pulled is rage was swirling down the drain. Some would say that he was easily manipulatable and they would be right on most occasions. Except when he got stubborn and dug his heels in. Yet this time he didn't think Alice was just talking. Wasn't just saying things that she thought he wanted to hear to smooth things over. Not like their last adventure. His anger drained away and all he could feel was compassion. He imagined that she was hurting from accidentally hurting that child. She was like an addict taking her first few tentative steps on the road to recovery and an accident had sent her staggering. Like a drug addict who got into a car accident and was given pain killers for surgery whilst unconscious, she couldn't be held responsible for this terrible accident. "I'm here for you, Alice.' He held his arms out in a, want a hug, way, swords now sheathed momentarily. "If you want to be a better person I'll give you every possible chance. You could be great, truly great. So I'll be here.' He smiled sheepishly at her embarrassed by what he was saying yet needing it to be said. His anger now completely washed away. "I'll always be here for you.' |
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| SwanSong | Oct 21 2016, 11:04 AM Post #13 |
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Not to ruin the mood but, just as Gale said he would always be there for Alice, a hatchet came flying by through the air, nearly clipping Gale in the left ear. The hatchet spinning in the air as it came to a stop with a solid thud into a tree roughly head height. It was a simple hatchet with an ordinary wooden handle, but, attached to the handle was a bit of red string and a note. Alice looked over with wide eyes as she saw the hatchet. Reaching over, she removed the note and reading it. The paper looked old fashioned and the writing seemed to of been done with a quill dipped in ink. Though, as sophisticated and time honored as that might of been, the hand writing was sloppy and difficult to read. There was even a blatant misspelling. Looking to Gale she said, "Look like our friendly neighbors don't want us to borrow some sugar... though you better be luck whoever threw that can't aim. Alice was cut off as an arrow was shot and embedding it's self into the same tree, again, it had a small note attached with red string with a message saying that they did not miss in all capital letters. "Ok... well, whatcha say Gale? Do we respect our neighbors wishes or do we press on and really get that cup of sugar? Alice smirked as she ducked down just as another arrow came flying and nearly hitting her in he head, the arrow head being made of stone and it cutting the top of her right hand. Looking to Gale, she was sticking by her choice to allow him to press forward from now on. Meanwhile at the edge of the village, a couple of young boys stood by with old fashioned bows and arrows. One boy looked a bit overwheight, being close to one hundred and thirty pounds. His chubby cheeks red with his short brown hair laying in a bowl cut on his head. He had to e no more then fifteen years of age. The other boy a stark contrast to the other was smaller, closer to the age of eight. This other boy was skinny and hand long blond hair. Behind them, the metaphorical father of the village stood by. His trusty kukri held at the ready. "Johan, Gabriel, keep watch, He who walks between the rows does not like outsiders, nor adults. Teach these heathens a lesson like happened to the Blue man. The boys chirping The Blue man Right after. The older ginger headed boy walking away befor coming to an abrupt stop as a smaller child, having to be no more then five years of age wearing a large brimmbed black had and carrying what looked to be a black leather bible. "Come with me, we have much to discuss. He who walks between the Rows came unto me in a dream as I slept... he has told me things. |
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| Rig | Oct 22 2016, 11:13 AM Post #14 |
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"Mother fucker.' Gale cussed as a hatchet whistled past his ear. It passed so closely that his hair was sent flurrying in the air from the wind pressure. In an instinctive movement he cupped his hand around the molested side of his head. His eyes scanned the surrounding area as the heavy miniature axe thunked into the trunk of a tree. He pulled his hand from his head and looked at it. He could have sworn that he'd felt a moist patch on his head, yet his fingers were clean of blood. Lucky him. He figured it must have simply been sweat then. His eyes caught sight of the note attached to the rude weapon, but he made no movement towards it. His partner would deal with that after all. She was far more concerned about such things than he. To him it didn't really matter what the note said. His course of action had already been decided. He cocked his head to the side a little in confusion as Alice said the same thing twice. Usually she was much more versatile in her sayings, yet she came back to this cup of sugar time and again. Perhaps she simply liked the connotations of it. Or maybe she was saying it to him to mean something else. Something to be poured all over her. When he was sure that no more interrupting deadly projectiles would be coming in an anticipating grin spread across his face. "They picked a fight with us, babe. Let's show them how bad an idea that was.' He let his observation haki spread out and he quickly found the direction of the two messengers. Not to mention it seemed to be a handful of others. "And I know just where to start.' He turned and started walking towards the boys, his swords out and cutting a path through the foliage. He knew that Alice would follow. Not only because she liked to watch him walk in front of her, but also because he felt deep down that she was sorry for maiming that child and if she could make up for that by crushing whatever was hiding on this island than she would. If those boys were smart they would be terrified right now. Dropping their weapons and fleeing before he reached them. For now he had a target. And the man known around the world as 'The Raging Storm', strode across the land. His haki running high as he kept himself ready for anything they might throw at him. |
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| SwanSong | Oct 23 2016, 01:35 AM Post #15 |
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Rolling her eyes at Gale, he obviously did not like her joke. As he ran off ahead, she would tail behind him, mostly for her own safety given how she had no access to her Haki abilities at this current point in time. This would mean she was left without some additional protection and well as her ability to read things. Such a shame really, she could of really used it just a little bit ago and she was wondering why Gale had not asked her about her lack of Haki usage up till now. Even still, on up ahead the two boys started open firing on Gale and Alice with amazing accuracy that Honestly she would compare to tournament champion worthiness. Arrows being fired in quick fire that it was almost like the two boys were able to fire off a single arrow every half second at them. Taking off to flank the two boys, Alice dashed off in a blur of speed to the left, leaving Gale to deal with the boys as he saw fit. However, amazingly, one of the boys, the larger one, was able to keep up with Alice almost perfectly, narrowly missing her a couple times even! Who ever or what ever that was going on here, these two front line holders were very very skilled indeed. This meant that any others inside would likely be only that much harder. Alice had warned Gale of the dangers of this island but even she was not prepared for children with shooting speeds and accuracy to rival her own. Off further into the village, The Child Prophet and seemingly leader spoke to the ginger haired young man as they walked towards a red building. John, why did you not alert me to the threat of these outsiders? Did you think He who walks between the Rows does not know everything that goes on in his holy grounds? He is displeased with you, but he is a forgiving and gracious God, he says you can atone for your sins if the invaders are crucified and for you to give one pound of your own flesh in atonement for killing one of our own during the reaping later tonight. The young boy spoke with a voice and power beyond his years, while his body and voice might of been that of a mere child being no more then five years of age, this child prophet spoke as if he were a learned old man. John however looked at the boy in shock at what he would need to do. To give a portion of his body for upholding their laws?! It was shocking but he did not waver in his belief. John bowing his head towards the young priest and with his right hand rose it to make a path from his forehead to his belly button and again from his right shoulder to the left shoulder speaking, "As he commands... Amen! From there, the child pushed open the doors revealing many other males dressed much like themselves. Black shoes, black pants, black belts, and white button up long sleeve shirts. Very much akin to the Amish. There were a gathering of about fifty males, all ranging from the ages of five to eighteen. Each holding a weapon of some kind. Some with simple knives, some with wood chopping axes, others bi-pronged pitch forks. John taking his place in the front row in this church as the child prophet made his way to the podium. Climbing up on top of a stool as to allow him to be seen over the wooden alter he spoke out to the gathered congregation. "Children of the fields! I gather you all today to say that today is a very special day! We have outsiders! Adults! They have been sent by evil to corrupt us, to invade and defile our lives! This is a test, a test by our God and savior, He who Walks between the Rows! God gives us this test to throw out these Heathens and have them burned on the Cross on this most holy of holy days. For tonight is the time of Reaping! Tonight is the night for when we shall watch as new seed is sown and tomorrow the weak of harvest begins! Now go! Go out and defend! Every boy standing and roaring in cheer as some waved their weapons about in the air as they all started to pour our of the church, all heading in the direction of where Gale and Alice were. For Alice, she thought it better to hide among the green stalks of the field from the volley of arrows being shot at her. Alice dashing into the rows and sure enough... not a single arrow came whistling by. It seemed this was a good strategy but unbeknownst to Alice, the kids dare not shoot into the field of corn, for that was the most holy of holy grounds. The rows of corn were but the walking ground of their God. Only the Prophet and those who had reached the age of the Harvest may walk on the hallow grounds of their lord and savior. Behind Alice, a dark shadow moving, watching a mile away. His foot fall leaving hoof prints barely visible in the moist and fertile soil. |
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