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Gaming the System.
Topic Started: Jan 22 2017, 03:09 PM (520 Views)
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As rain cascaded off of the thickly stacked paper umbrella, held in the hands of the pensive wanderer, the world was drenched in a blurry screen that reflected all angles of the sullen individuals that lived within the Grand Line. For this wanderer in particular, who had manifested her umbrella from the inside of her sleeve, obscuring the exact details of her conjuring of the item from those who had been watching her. In her right hand, she held a small cup, a trail of steam denoting the heated beverage that she had purchased. Placing the drink to her lips, she allowed the aroma of her tea to treat her senses.

For the spiritually aware being, Ophelia, she had garnered interest in her surroundings. For those who shared in her teachings, knowledge of the unique happenstance of Gesso Island had always attracted certain attention. For the dead girl, she could only see her new found freedom of the mortal world as a chance to visit the island, known for its bleakness and love of colour. With her dark coloured jacket, she would only draw attention, allowing her to peer into the eyes of those who wished to try and look at her.

The loud and thundering rain water reflected the common denominator of the island itself; that being the colour of white. The alabaster buildings had been drained of its colour long ago, to which the townspeople had opted to keep all of their items of hue and vibrance indoors.

As she placed her cup by her lips again, she allowed a small smile to creep upon her face. Her fingers took on a certain papery quality before they swapped colours, turning from its regular soft tone to a stark red before shifting to a dull bronze. Through the power of her pact with the sea devil, she had managed to effectively game the system with her powers.

"Fools," she hummed to herself.
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The steady thump of a baseline pounded through the walls from some distant scene, anthrax backstage spread lavishly across a sofa while a muscular male in nothing but his underwear plucked grapes from a plate and fed them to him. He was sated, with an expression of decadent satisfaction that had him looking like the cat that got the cream. He wore a leapard print one piece suit, that had a large collar rising up behind his head and bordering around it, while propped against the couch was a diamond topped cane with the same print upon it. As he tilted his head back leisurely to receive another grape his neon green hair, which was currently styled into a semi cleft, stood suspended in defiance of gravity.

Through the glass panelled wall he could see the scene below, white and black lights strobing to illuminate the crowd beneath them, sweaty bodies leaping and stamping, jerking and swaying, from spastic motion to elegant rhythm there were many ways they chose to dance. Here in the back end of gesso, the parts that housed the run down and forgotten anrax had turned a simple abandoned warehouse into his palace. The rave he had orchestrated was in full swing, one of the amateur dj’s he kept with him playing currently to warm the crowd up before he descended for the set that would let them glimpse nirvana.

He of course enjoyed djing, it was a passion in a sense, but only to the point of being a side hobby. No his purpose here was not quite so apparent, in fact it could be considered downright nefarious. Anthrax made his living selling things that should not be sold, and currently he was testing a new narcotic that he hoped would be the best on the market. However you didn’t simply manufacture what you thought to be primo nose candy and start shelling it out without concern, it needed to be a brand that could speak for itself, that travelled on rumor and word of mouth and had fiends begging their dealer to get some in. And to ensure that was the effect rather than say bleeding from the eyes, vomiting blood and rather rapid death as may have been the case with an earlier attempt, first you needed a test batch to sample. And that was this.

In the corner of the room within which he sat two representatives of the KKK, an organisation he’d had to pay in order to host here without problems, sat hunched over a silver platter, feverishly inhaling lines of his product much to their glee. ”Now now boys no need to rush yourselves, we have all the delightful dessert you could ask for, ol’ uncle anthrax always has just what the doctor ordered” offering the advice with a wink he recieved a grunted thanks before the attention was once more raptured by the plate in front of them. It was a good sign, whenever a drug was able to take a person over mind and soul, snatch them away from the world around them, it meant it was good for business.

A chiseled arm leant in to offer a similar plate to him but he swiftly shooed it away, ”No no sugar, i might pepper my body with naughtiness from time to time but i’ll take mine in the form of fine wines and a little bubbly” that garbage wasn’t for his consumption, it was for the vapid masses, the grunts, the beige people. Theirs was a world so dull and bland they could only stand it with things like this flowing through their system, swaying like drones to some new fabricated beat that was fed to them with the command to enjoy it. It irked him to even have to share his office with eye sores like the two robed men in the corner but such concessions were necessary if you were going to operate in the shadows without contest, and besides they had been somewhat useful in gathering a crowd for tonight. ”Well, no rest for the wicked. I suppose i should grace the people with that which they came for rising with a slender grace, he took his jewel topped cane and headed for the stairs that led back stage.

Smoke machines filled the room with a translucent haze while the strobe lights dimmed to bathe the stage in darkness. Seemingly from all around a faceless voice boomed out over speakers “And now i give you, the man you came to see, the poison you just can’t get enough of, the one, the only, ANNNNNNN-THRAAAAAXXXXX



All it took was the first few bars for hands to fill the air, whoops and and hollars coming from every corner as movement erupted amongst them again. Glazed eyes, vacant stare, bobbing and swaying to a repetitive rhythm, they loved the predictable nature of it, the safety that came with certainty. And for providing it he was showered with love and praise just as he deserved, it was the perfect trade really. But what more could your really ask for from animals than love and adoration it really was all they were capable of offering.
Edited by Singularity, Jan 25 2017, 06:50 AM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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Whether or not the self-proclaimed ghost was also spiritually aware was something that others had debated. That said, she could think of little but the pull of the spiritual that would bring her to the backwater streets of the abysmal Gesso island. Those whose souls had been washed away by the rain from above, the heavens themselves glowering down at them. It was an experience that she had came to enjoy, but now something new had caught her attention. From the outside, there was little but the dull thuds and cheers from those inside, the sounds escaping from the walls of the poorly kept building.

A warehouse of some kind, not one that Ophelia particularly cared for. She had drowned herself in life once before, but now, as she hovered inches off of the ground, her umbrella still clasped in her hands, she wondered why it was they would drown themselves in such music. Not unfamiliar with the genre of music that had arisen within recent years, she had never bothered herself with it, feeling that the tunes of the mundane would never reach her ears. Not from the side in which she dwelt within. The presences behind that door on the hand was curious to her, as she had seen many rush in to the building, offering their colours for a chance to be apart of the indoor parade. Could there be something within?

Perhaps curiosity got the better of her, or maybe she felt that some great event was about to transpire and a denizen of the line between both life and death were needed. It mattered little to her what the reason was, for her body began to fold into itself at impossible angles, her form changing from that of a woman to something smaller and then smaller still. Before long she had realised her new appearance, that of a small bird. It did not chirp, nor did it hop about to escape the rain. Instead, it spreads its wings and flitted through an open window, observing from a loft at the mash of bodies down below. Small eyes peering downwards, she saw at the forefront was a being who seemingly controlled the crowds through his music.

"Humans... So content with their lives that they are willing to throw it away in the dingiest of places," she mused. If she had retained her human face, it could have been seen smirking away. Alas, within the guise of the bird, she did nought but hop to and fro to gather more of a view. From her perch, it was clear that they were consuming narcotics. There had been often a time that the Pahntoms had arrived at islands to find that the inhabitants had been consumed by a new wave of drug, hampering their potential and the other worldly energies that could have assisted them in their lives. Scoffing at their petulant attempts of happiness, she decided that she would challenge them.

As the bird fluttered down from the rafters and above the humans, Ophelia's body would once again shift and change, only this time, it would transform into a large platform, mirroring that of the green haired man. From this platform, Ophelia herself would emerge upside down to the world, her features would remain upright through manipulation of her Devil Fruit. Looking down to those, she would raise her hands and allow coloured sheets of paper to flutter down, awaiting for the hushed responses of those down below as their currency would come down atop of them. As they would look up, yelling for more, many would be astounded by the appearance of the swirling stage above them.

"Oho.... This will be fun..." she mused.

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The air was electric, stood like a king before his subjects, looking out over the fluid mass of writhing bodies, a sweaty depraved mess set to the backdrop of thundering speakers, it was a sight he really rather adored. Almost like an orgy with clothes on, such was the sour sickly sweet scent of lust you could practically taste hanging in the air. However as his fingers danced amid knobs, sliders and buttons, which in 99% of all Dj’s cases as we all know actually do nothing (Anthrax being in the 1% of goodguys there to give you your money's worth, he noticed something change. At first it was almost extrasensory, a perception that hung outside of the usual 5, perhaps the most intrinsic instinct of a diva to know when and when not all eyes were on you. Steadily he saw it evolve across the crowd, more and more gazes snatched from center stage, suddenly the writhing was more than bodies sliding in across and around one another, it was aggressive, violent even. All this focused towards a mid point where something showered down on those below from above.

At first he couldn’t quite work out what he was looking at, at least not until it was caught beneath the beam of one of the swaying strobe lights as it rotated it’s way around the room. Immediately it made sense, little scraps of coloured paper being rained down on his drugged up swarm of degenerates, anywhere else it was confetti but here that was the equivalent of casting money at them which had exactly the effect you might predict. Now ordinarily this wasn’t exactly a bad thing, after all it was his show and thus by extension he who would get credit. People could tell their friends they’d been to an anthrax rave and it rained money and it would be a talking point for the ages, but the problems here were two fold. Firstly and very much minorly the two goons in the back worked for an organisation that had no interest in him allowing the citizens to profit, and secondly the incomparably more important of the two that shower was stealing his fucking limelight.

What mattered was he knew that shower of color was not his, and he knew that it was stealing his adoring public from him, which meant they were more interested in it than him, which meant it was winning, which meant this whole fucking thing was totally not fucking okay!!! Hooooooh, exhale anthrax, take a breath, you are queen, this is your night to be fabulous. If there's a bug on your catwalk, what do you do? You squash it flat! Eyes sharp with jealous malice he scoured the area from which the rain came catching sight of a shadow shrouded figure above, someone was up there as expected but why they’d offload a seemingly endless stream of currency was beyond him. Was this some robin hood-esque act to become man/woman of the people?

”Babydoll, if you’re looking to upstage anthrax in his own house, you’ll need to bring a whole lot more to the table” uttering the acceptance of challenge to himself beneath his breath as a sadistic smile curved the corners of his mouth. Picking up a radio near to his kit he spoke through the the backstage staff to get a little something in order. ”Give each of the servers a bag of produce and have them stand near the main speakers. His children had become distracted, but what did you do in such a situation, snatch the toy away? Demand their attention? No, no, no, that only ended in tears and tantrums, things that had no place in the palace of anthrax, the answer was of course..you give them a better one.

Chiseled men in tightly fitted boxer briefs stood like soldiers before the towering trio of speakers that flanked each side of the entertainer, each of them wielding a silver tray piled high with powder. Before him the frenzied horde had slipped further into greeds clutches with less and less concern for their fellow man, and while usually anthrax encouraged and form of sin, if it was not enacted in his name he had no place for it. With the squeal of a tape rewound he wheeled up the current track switching it out for his next, the instrument of his attack. The music went silent, those on the peripheries confused while those at the center were occupied with beli signs in their eyes.



The first rolling waves of bassline began it, nothing too heavy just enough to send floating puffs of chalky white like sparse clouds wafting over the crowd. Nothing too much just a teaser, a slight something to let them know that change was in the air. That first hit came a little harder, this time more of the powdery piles scattered to the winds, with enough force that it was cast it far as the furthest reaches of the crowd though still light in volume, a sweet slightly chemical taste on the tongue that pricked at your curiosity. The crowd had started to take notice now, as the tempo rose they could feel the anticipation in the air, they knew that something was in store for them. Those nearest the front even had their suspicions of what was to come, knew even but it made no difference, they still were not prepared, none were, they were about to find out what it felt like to have your world rocked.

And then the drop.

Tremor inducing treble and bass that threatened to bring the building down to it’s foundations rocked the room, a wall of white exploding out from either side of anthrax like thick fog that washed over and engulfed his audience. With every consecutive blast from the speakers still more was added, replenishing the thick veil of narcotics as those within gave way to their basest urges and indulged without remorse. They licked it from their fingers, from their hands, from their arms and pulled it to their mouths from their faces. And when they were done there they took to licking it from one another, no hesitation, no shame, just the pursuit of pure pleasure. Around them the beats thundered while those within the grasp of anthrax’s toxic presence let loose with all they had, and endless energy supply provided to them courtesy of his all you can eat buffet. It was hard to put a priority higher than money to sobre eyes, but what happened when those eyes were masked behind a drug induced haze, to those who succumbed to it enough it could be the equal to if not better than the cash they’d been scrambling for.

Anthrax wouldn’t have his show stolen so easily. Maybe that euphoria inducing flavour in the air would give the bitch a taste of just what kind of person they were fucking with.
Edited by Singularity, Feb 7 2017, 03:23 PM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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The being that stood at the precipice of this amalgamation of humans caught onto the shower of coloured paper quickly enough. His eyes distracted from the chaotic board that lay before him, the sight of the chromatic array that fell from the otherworldly being's outstretched hand drawing his attention, no doubt he too would soon fall to the hunger that was the Greed of all men. With eyes of malice, he scoured the skies of his haven; finally resting upon the ethereal figure that was Ophelia. Here yes locking onto his, she gave a smile that screamed of insincerity.

"Anthrax," she scoffed, looking down at the exotically dressed clown. With a snap of her wrists, the fanfare of confetti suddenly ceased. Her expression changed into a more neutral look, her eyes glowering at her depraved adversary. "I see your worth is only represented by your followers. A truly depraved being," she spat, wrinkling her nose at the musician. The men he had summoned forth wore little to nothing and carried trays of the powdered substance that caked the faces of those below her. She had been warned of narcotics, knowing full well that they dampened the soul and gave birth to demons within the minds of the simple.

Before allowing Ophelia a moment to process the workings of his scheme, the fiend began to conduct a symphony from his podium. The cacophony would fill the hall, blast both air and the white powdered substance into the air, as if summoning a demonic mist that twisted and twirled within the air. With her sleeves covering her mouth, the Ghost glared down at the purveyor of sin. It appeared that he did not wish to be the sole being living within depravity, but that he wished for all to drown in the deep, dark depths that he so callously dwelt.

Removing her sleeve, Ophelia's mouth would be covered by a white sheet, with two smaller lines of paper stretching around the back of her head, forming a neat mask to cover her mouth and nose from the white powder.

"You must consider yourself to be a clever mortal," Ophelia began, waving her stadium away as she fluttered down in front of the man. "Clever men have a knack for trying to be heard... I wonder how well you'll do without your voice," she mused, splaying both arms towards the speakers, sheets of white papers flying out from both of her hands as she hovered in front of the artist. These sheets would quickly cover the fronts of the speakers, soon muffling the sound of music along with the subsequent force that they emitted from them.

As the sounds of music was soon muffled, the yelling of the mindless mass behind her began to trumpet. A sly smile crossed the face of the other worldly being in front of the man. "Your move once again, mortal," she spat, her head titled upwards to look down on the man, hungry to see him admit to his defeat.
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The look his actions garnered in retort was as tantalising as it was delectable, a gaze that utterly despised him, depths of contempt unfathomable conveyed with but a smile. It was so raw, so abyssal, almost….erotic. He could barely make out the words spat at him from lips almost too far to read, but they were almost irrelevant, theirs was a silent communication, and somehow that element of teasing that the distance between them added, each prodding at the other to agitate. It was all the more alluring.

He had hoped that she might get a small taste of his wares, loosen up a body wasted so far removed from the paradise of hedonism below. However here he was to be denied, a hand placing a mask over her face before the powders could reach her. A little twang of pity tugging at his heart strings as such an adorable face was hidden from the world. As bass pumped base ever further through the air, showering the crowds below that had riled themselves into a rampant fervor, the distant shape that had so harassed him descended from its perch, floating in mid air as a cloud of fluttering paper sheets whirled beneath the suspended torso. ”Well now aren't you just something special” a tone of admiration for the first time breaking it’s way into his voice, it wasn’t often he was surprised, and rarer still that such things weren’t a disappointment, but this...now this was different.

As the figure drew closer anthrax found himself struck by it, something else that rarely occurred. He’d not been able to take her in entirely, so shrouded and skulking in shadows, but here beneath the gleaming spotlight. She was utterly ethereal. There wasn’t much to be said for her clothes drab, sagging and utterly unsightly. Doing a disservice to what he was sure was a delightful figure beneath. But that face, so pure and unsoiled, porcelain skin framed by an almost angelic shade of hair tipped with the devils red. And her eyes, they were the color of rose petals, incandescent in their own right, an almost childish femininity that contrasted so starkly with her dreary apparel.

”Oh honeybaby, I’ve never needed to consider myself anything. That everyone else considers anthrax a genius? Well now, i guess that’s just a little icing on the cake” kissing his lips as punctuation, he gratefully took the opportunity to stroke his own ego. However it seemed she’d not simply come to join him upon his plinth, declaring she would strip him of his voice great torrents of paper poured from outstretched arms, the fluttering sheets shooting towards the speakers at his back and caking themselves upon their face. Layer upon layer plastered the monoliths of sound, which steadily went from structure shaking through a gradient of muffled until it was barely audible at all. For a moment anthrax was in shock, glancing first left, then right to ensure his eyes did not deceive him. Paper?! His back breaking beats had been defeated by paper? This was some next level voodoo shit and he. Fucking. LOVED IT!

” tut tut tut tut” a single finger wagging back and forth in time with the syllables to an audience who had fallen quiet in confusion ”Now you’ve gone and overstepped petal, there's only one cardinal rule in my cathedral, and that is that the sounds don’t stop till anthrax says so!” From below they eyes of children watching parents fight gazed up, none entirely sure of the situation unfolding before them, most forced to assume that the woman floating in the sky was a product of a drug induced hallucination, or some special effect their ringmaster had orchestrated.

Clambering atop the equipment he’d until so recently been using he addressed his people ”Now my beautiful cretins of desire, it seems we have ourselves an interloper. And this pagan, this blasphemer, believes she can silence us, silence the sounds of our jubilant rhapsody. Does she not know who i am!? Does she not know where she is?!? This is the house of Anthrax, The Scion of Sin, The Baron of Bassline, The Emporer of Extravagance. And here, the party doesn’t stop till……”

“ANTHRAX ALLOWS IT!” The words hollered in chorus by the crowd below.

”That’s right, so tonight children, i’ll just have to remind you, Why. You. Came” his voice hit every syllable with the sultry seduction of a black widow pulling the fly further into it’s web, while a hand slipped down and snapped a chord free, plugging it into his own neck. An expression of superior satisfaction dancing upon his lips.


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Suddenly the room was blessed with sound once more, however now it came from anthrax own body, and at a volume that dwarfed that which had come before, arms splayed he released the pulsing build up from palms chest and feet till as the drop struck he slammed both palms into the floating figure before him, intending to obliterate her with the same sound she had tried so hard to quell. She was unique, beautiful, a one of a kind treasure. But no one got to interrupt him, it simply wasn’t an option that existed.
Edited by Singularity, Apr 11 2017, 09:58 PM.
Izuru & Yogi • Crew Position: Captain • Weapon Specialist • Frostbite PiratesBounty: 350,000,000 • SD Earned: 1192 • Beli: 345,100,000 • Location: Florian Triangle • Theme:

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

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

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

Kuma • Crew Position:N/A • Smith • N/AThreat: 30 • SD Earned: 181 • Beli: 16,900,000 • Location:Custom Island
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Narcissism was a distasteful trait that those of the mortal realm were cursed with; but for someone who had transcended these barriers as Ophelia had, she knew that there was little to be worried about. The man, in his anguish could do little but try and best her by attaining the recognition of the drugged masses, all of whom were now writhing in gross ecstasy from his beguiling white spell. Ophelia herself held a conniving smile across her lips, the corners of her mouth tugged into a wicked smile to show that she believed that victory had been attained. There was naught that the ant of a man could do to triumph over her.

That was until, with a colossal cheer from the audience, the man had gained a second wind. Taking a hold of the plugs from his amps, the man jammed the cord into his neck in a suicidal move. Ophelia's eyes widened, did he intend to haunt her from across the walk of life and in the realm of death? To her shock though, she realised that no haunting would come to pass as, with a livid cry, music began to blare out from within his own body. Her eyes darted from one of the two massive stacks to either side of the colourful human. "You despicable cockroach," she stated, her hair's natural black colour turned into paper, literally flipping around as if they were two sided, her hair billowing behind her to reveal a pristine white. Her eyes too seemed to follow suit, flipping over to show a fiery mesh of red and orange paper, crinkling as the force of the man's sound caused her clothing to billow and ebb, pieces of paper fluttering from her body.

"Do not think that I will allow you to mock me!" she declared, her body shimmering as the paper that composed her body fluttered in time with her own anger. Before she could enact any form of revenge though, the man made his move as the music died down completely. Her mouth open, she prepared yet another curse but found that both his palms would lunge forwards, just as the music had picked up. The sudden force of the blast caught her for a moment before she subsequently exploded from the force. Paper billowing all across the crowds, plastering the walls and catching people in all sorts of paper. This sudden blast had caught Ophelia completely off guard, her body entering into a slight shock as she could feel herself fluttering all over the warehouse. The crowd in retort to this action let out massive cries of excitement, never having seen a creature explode into paper, many of whom believed that she was merely an event that Anthrax had concocted.

Ophelia though would be rendered into some unsightly sideshow for a being lesser than any other. "Take a step back from Anthrax's sham of a world," Ophelia began, the pieces of paper that had once composed her body rising up into the air, forming a circular wall from the opposite end of the warehouse from where Anthrax stood. "And open your eyes, to something the likes of which Gessou has never seen!" Ophelia declared, the pieces of paper performing the same trick that she had used earlier, swapping around to reveal a different colour. Only this time, the paper had no rhyme nor reason to which colour they would transform into. The swirling vortex of pages had changed into a cacophany of vibrant colours, the ever-shifting rainbow taking the minds of the people of the colourless people.

Above this psychedelic tunnel was Ophelia, fluttering gently, her hair having returned to its normal dark colour, her lower half missing, being thinly connected to the colours beneath her. Unwilling to admit it, but she was using far more of her power than she was able to comfortably control, but nevertheless held a smug look on her face. Raising a hand to her lips, she blew the most demeaning, despising kiss towards the human noise machine. The doors of the warehouse blew out, allowing Ophelia and her colours to step outside, leading the denizens of the night with her. "There is nothing to be afraid of my children," she cooed. "Allow Ophelia to drown you in the wonders of the next world."
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Well now if that just weren’t the damndest thing. Anthrax would on a good day admit to not being the worldliest of persons, spending so much time ensnared by his own selfish inclinations he was often lost to the wonders that could be explored all around him. That was to say that while he was a man of science, and of course the endless appetite for curiosity that came with it, it could often be a fickle and narrow curiosity, focused on whatever it was that happened to catch his tastes and interest at that very moment. It was likely due to this very same niche appetite for the unknown that had left him really rather perplexed as to just what mechanics this unworldly woman was using to manipulate paper in so freely a fashion, however given the capabilities of his own mechanical body it didn’t seem exactly inconceivable that she might have had such physically altering modifications of her own.

Well at least that was until his fist struck, soundwaves resonating outward from it and causing an explosive burst that rippled through the floating body before causing it to rupture and scatter as innumerable floating scraps of paper. Her body literally scattered to the winds but with not a speck of blood nor gore in sight. Now that was certainly something his science couldn’t explain, and he wasn't even sure he wanted it too because despite being a man of logic and the mechanical he couldn’t resist the allure of a little mystery here and there. However such romantic notions did nothing to help him with the problem at hand, which was this bewitching wench who couldn’t seem to stop herself interfering in his piece de resistance.

Fluttering flaps of paper coalescing into human form once more before his very eyes it was hard to deny such an absurdity when it was taking place before your very eyes, though the how and even the why eluded him entirely, a topic to tangle another time perhaps. No sooner had that ethereal physique become one once more, already she was trying to steal the limelight he’d only just so recently recovered, and in fanatic fashion too.

Once more colored shards showered down as if the heavens had opened, now their shades every brighter and more numerous enrapturing the crowd below, their drug addled brains almost unable to cope with the sheer volume of stimuli being simultaneously fed to them. However it didn’t stop there, blowing the warehouse doors open with a kiss that gusted a torrent of paper scraps at it’s beck, she led like the pied piper an innumerable crowd from their haven of debauchery out into the night for god only knew what purpose.

”Oh heeeeeyyal to the motherfuckin no!” the sass of a finger snap practically audible in his tone of voice as he hissed to himself in annoyance. Just who the fuck did this bitch think she was? Interrupting his performance, he could take that, diva to diva you had to respect a little competition. Stealing his audience? Well he couldn’t say it was a favourable turn of events, neither intended nor desired however if he couldn’t keep ahold of his own audience what sort of entertainer was he really? But this referring to herself in the third person shit? Now that had to stop! She was going to take anthrax’s persona, his very essence? And try siphon off a little for herself? Fuck no! There was only one person who spoke of themselves in the third, who had the right to refer to themselves with such pronouns inside the kingdom of Anthrax. And that. Was. Mother. Fucking. Anthrax!

Fingers clasping at two small snowmen that studded the belt around his waist he clamped down upon them, priming the pair for their explosive entrance and momentarily forgetting any form of consideration he’d had for the audience around him. That said they’d never been anything more than test subjects to him, albeit those whose adoration he did enjoy lapping up from time to time, but their being caught as collateral caused him discord.

Flicking one from each thumb the pair rolled through the air, their inner workings clicking and whirring as they ignited into what would usually have been a pyroclastic cloud of explosion. However just at the point of detonation the sound of a thunderous thump of bass could be heard, one that momentarily drowned out any sound escaping from anthrax. The explosions head converted to sound, drastically dropping its temperature and causing everything within the explosions radius to engulfed in freezing ice. It wasn’t as though he could go around snatching up every piece of paper that scattered to the wind, so he’d just have to take it out of the equation.

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As the swirling and shifting wall of colour fluttered beyond the reach of the Gesso Island denizens, Ophelia was taking her time in lavishing he victory over the foolish human by the name of Anthrax. He had fought well, but definitely not well enough that he would have been able to make a match for the straddler of the living world. It appeared to her that the man had given up as he could do nought but stare upon the large structure. With all of that mind, Ophelia felt her powers drain as she continued to stay aloft within the air, surely this grand display wasn't something that even a spiritual entity such as herself could keep up.

As she allowed her main body to shift upwards, she was able to look down upon the encaptured tribe of drug addicts, looking down upon them with eyes of both delight and distaste. "I am victorious, now cease your woeful music," Ophelia ordered, her voice carrying along the winds as she looked over towards the colourful man, her eyes watcing in confusion as he hurled two objects towards her.These two objects resembled the bodies of snowmen, but far smarter than the sheep that bleated within the fields of the living, Ophelia knew to kick away from her podium, dropping behind the colourful foundation of paper as, with a shrill sound, the devices exploded.

Expecting the paper to turn to ash, she watched in horror as her paper was soon turned to ice, thumping towards the ground, its icy edges embedding themselves, forming a monument. This monument was not to Ophelia, nor a shrine dedicated to the visions she had created, but to the victory of the man that she loathed. "Anthrax... you!" she began, her hand held out as she readied herself to fire another volley of papers, but found that she had used up far too much of her power. Perspiration fell along her cheek as she realised her folly. "Could it be? Is this because I tried my hand at facing such a gross creature? Did he taint my soul?" she stated aloud to herself, backing away from the thumping warehouse before her body turned to that of a small bird, its wings pounding against the air.

"I must take time to repent, to balance my soul," she ensured herself, unwilling to admit her defeat whilst cursing the man who had shamed her so. "I will see you to hell, Anthrax," she vowed.
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Well well, wasn’t this a pitiful sight? The warehouse floor and the audience it contained turned to a frozen wasteland as a glacial polar wave washed across them. The colorful fluttering paper blossom now fell to the earth stiff and rigid, coated in thick frost, where the pieces embedded in the flooring like blades. Their source however was once again utterly unharmed, a rather disappointing result when you considered anthrax had been forced to sacrifice his audience to achieve it, it’s not like it was of any particular concern but still was not of his own volition and that alone was enough to make it an irritating conclusion. However while her body may have been unscathed it seemed the young lady's energy reserves were entirely tapped out, for whatever trickery she used to send this endless slew of paper fragments his way it appeared to be all out of juice. Not that he was doing much better after pumping thunderous base for as long as he had, though it wasn’t as if he’d ever admit it.
”You do what you gotta do sugar, anthrax was never one for forcing his company on others. I’m about fulfilling desire not holding it hostage. Next time you’re looking for a good time you come find me, i promise i’ll even be a little more gentle~ the coy smile that danced on his lips sang inaudible sonnets of the lavishly lustful acts he’d happily commit upon that cute little petite boy, even if her attitude was a little rough around the edges. ”Now now babydoll, anthrax is a queen wherever he goes, by the time you arrive that place’ll be my palace” he’d never thought much of the afterlife, an immortal soul or anything along those lines, partially due to being a man of science but mostly just because he didn’t care. This was the life he was given and he’d live it as he pleased, whatever, if anything, came next he would flourish at regardless. Because that’s just the kind of fabulous he was.
As fluttering scraps sent the small feminine figure floating off into the distance anthrax was left to debate his next move, a relatively simple decision, time to pick up sticks and abscond. This place had done everything he’d needed to and more, his narcotics proved a raging success, he’d vented his impulses for showmanship for the moment, and even managed to spot a little cutie who might provide for a fun encounter in the future, all in all there wasn’t much else to be asked for. Hopping down from the DJ decks, the atmosphere relatively anticlimactic now he was bathed in nothing but silence, he headed for the warehouse door, off to return to a ship.
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Xavros • Crew Position:Fool • Entertainer • Theme tuneBounty: 103,000,000 • SD Earned: 406 • Beli: 191,000,000 • Location: Machine Island

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

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