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Of Bondage and Stone
Topic Started: Jul 21 2017, 01:37 PM (988 Views)
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Herded towards the curtains with those he came here with, Gran wiiuld be withheld from crossing over. He was told he would be the star of this particular auction. This was the first time he was considered anything more than simple trash, but perhapse that meant he would at least be sold to someone that was rich. Maybe he would even be allowed to roam freely, maybe even given enough leeway to escape to pastures new. The lack of clarity in what he was told, and his future only provided a sliver of hope with all things considered. A life like this didn't allow the luxury of hope or dreams. No dreams outside freedom of course. That truth in all this was that there was no good above the water, that world was not for fish, at least not this fish. Pulled back by several men, Gran would be allowed to hear heated debate and discussion among the dozens in attendance.

Gran could hear the men calling out numbers and letters, occasionally they'd break out into argument. Gran was able to make out three classifications repeated over and over. He mouthed the words to pass the time as he heard them.

"Mule...Cat...Goat...the boy was perplexed further by these three words. At first each seemed like a fluke, but after time they were reppeared with more and more vigor. Shouting fights with those words were had.

Gran figured the words were likely used for the people on stage, but then he w/o defend what classification he was. What were they? Gran wasn't particularly aware of many above ground animals, and only heard of cats in passing. Hed never seen one but he knew there was on in the captains quarters; so he heard. These things complicated the boys thoughts further, he was intended to be a focus of the slave auction, why?
FUDO & SONS FIGHTING CO.
Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Fujin Saiken • Pirate • Thief/Martial Artist •
Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Gran Kin Umino-Kimono Saiken • Other • Smith/Martial Artist •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 45 • Beli: - • Location: GLStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Cero Saiken • Other • Inventor/Marksman •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 95 • Beli: - • Location: Cactus IslandStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -


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"Alright. I'll be in there, so come find me when you're done," Don said, turning his head back to look at Amos. The fishman glanced around at the people on the streets once more before turning to leave. "And if something happens, lets meet up at the ship tonight," he called back as he begun to leave.



A light jingling sound filled the air as Don pushed open the clothing store's door. The place was relatively big, racks of clothing filling the space in rows. Coats and jackets lined one wall, while another had shoes. Everything varied in shape and fashion, but one thing stayed the same; colour. Once again, much like the entire island, everything was white.

"One second, I'm coming!" shouted a voice. Don glanced up at the far end of the store, a door suddenly being opened. "I was just on my way out, good thing you came when you did! Now what could I do for you?" An eccentric old man skipped around the rows of clothes and up to Don, staring at him in interest.

The old man wasn't the only one interested, Don's eyes widening as he saw the man. Unlike everyone else on the island, this man had colour. He himself wasn't coloured, but his body was adorned in a green suit as well as green pants. Even his top hat was a light green.

"Yeah. You got any tops that could fit me?" Don motioned to his upper body, making it clear that he wanted something to wear. He'd also thought about getting pants, but the ones he had on now weren't too bad for wear, now that he'd given them a better look.

"Sure, sure, come with me," the old man said, waving his hand to follow and trotting away. Don walked after him, stopping as the man grabbed a large coat. "Here, here, try it on," he chided, holding out the long white coat. Don reached out his hand to grab it, but the man pulled it back and put on a conflicted face. "Ah that just won't do. Here, don't move." The old man rushed toward don with a rope, staring at his tail.

Don tensed up and stepped back as the old man moved towards him. "I said don't move, let me take your measurements," the man whined, grabbing Don and walking behind him. The fishman's brows furrowed and he turned his head back, watching as the old man took the rope and tied it around his tail. "Alright one second.... good, we're done." The old man ran back to the coat and took out a knife. Don watched on in surprise as the man made a few quick incisions on the coat. It was instantly evident to Don that the man knew what he was doing. It seemed that he wasn't just some shop owner, but someone masterful at crafting clothes.

"All finished," the man said proudly, tossing the coat over to Don. The fishman slipped it on, his tail finding a hole in the back to go through. Just like that, it fit perfectly. The hole that the man cut was a perfect size and fit just right around the base of his tail.

"Thanks," Don said, genuinely thankful towards the man. Don reached into his pocket and begun ruffling through it to find some money. "You said you were just about to leave, is this around when shops close here? Or is there some sorta festival?"

The old man looked at Don curiously and laughed. "You don't know? Aren't you here for the auction?" Don looked at the man in confusion as well, smiling back to be courteous.

"No, I don't think I have. It sounds fun though, what are they auctioning?"

"Why, people of course." The old man answered it in a matter of fact tone, as if it was obvious. "You yourself look like a pirate of some sort, I was certain that you'd come for the auction as well. Well, forgive me for jumping to conclusions- but you're free to join in! There's a large assortment of people up for sale. They even have some of your kind. I myself regularly shop there, I have a tunnel just in the back of the shop. Wanna come with me?"

The man looked at Don expectantly, waiting in on an answer. The fishman stood there looking back at the man, staring at him with a blank expression. "Well, are you coming or not? Just gonna stand there and look at me?" asked the man, waving his hand in front of Don. He was about to step forward when Don's right arm shot out and grabbed him by the neck.

The old man' eyes bulged and he frantically tried to pull Don's fingers off of his neck. The fishman pulled the man in close and spoke into his ear. "Was that a joke?" A vein was bulging on Don's forehead and his calm face twisted in a confused anger.

"What's wrong? W-why are you mad?" the old man asked in a fearful voice. He couldn't even fathom why Don would be doing what he was. Such was the character of such a rich and detached figure. The slave trade was something he had long since become used to. Don grit his teeth and threw the man across the room, his body thudding against a shelf and falling to the ground motionless.

He'll live. Don grunted and looked over at the backroom storage entrance, storming off into it. He didn't want to believe the old man's words, but he acted so serious and didn't once falter from his act. Don still partially wanted to believe he was wrong, he wanted to believe that he was overreacting or that the old man was lying. That quickly proved not to be the case, Don finding the tunnel which the old man spoke of. The route was dimly lit and Don stared down while standing still. Please tell me this is some fucked joke. Don's train of thought was instantly wrenched away as a shrill scream came from down the tunnel. Don's face bent in anger as he instantly shot down into the tunnel.
Edited by quag, Feb 5 2018, 02:41 PM.
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After awhile things seemed to settle. The auctions behind the white satin curtains were ceasing, likely with everyone bei g sold. The boy was firmly held in place but he wasn't restrained with overwhelming force. The adults who grabbed him were mostly capable of holding him. Some seemed to have dainty grips, barely enough to hold his rather muscular frame. Then the child would hear the rise of music, the beating of drums. The kids ears perked, and his eyes stared off beyond what he could see. The music seemed to slowly build as someone, no the man ran the show, began to speak.

Now onto the prize of this lot. He's so, and our beautiful auctions haven't had the honor, the luck, the grace to provide something like this in a long time. Being so far from fishmen island; oh I've said so much! It's better to show than tell!

Gran would stand behind the curtain, growing incresingly anxious. Sweat began to to build below his golden bangs. He felt child run across his body, he was actually being presented. Something of worth, from what it sounded. Being the center of something like this was cashing a spike in fear. He was normally rather calm, and accepting of his life, to an extent. But it's only get worse. Rapidly the curtain swung open. The heavy chain mechanism that moved it caused his hearing to be filled with the clanging of metal. The whipping of the curtain sent small particles of fabric and dust to fill the air, and Gran would be blinded by an overbearing, hot spotlight.

Gran would hear the crowd explode into an uproar. Screams that were a mix of amazement, anticipation, and curses filled the air. They beat on him much fiercer than the hose fired upon him before. Gran would be wretched violently in all direction by the men that held him, this caused him to jerk and move in confusion, and protest. They were appearing to make him seem more violent than he was.

BEHOLD THIS VERIL BEAST! A VIOLENT FISHMAN STRAIGHT FROM FISHMEN ISLAND. A WOMAN EATER WHO'S CLAIMED THE LIVES OF DOZENS OF WHITE PURE VIRGINS. HE WAS CAPTURED BY OUR LOCAL FORCES IN THE DARK OF A RAINY NIGHT, STALKING HIS NEXT VICTIM. TRIUMPHANTLY WE CAPTURED THIS VILE BLOOD COLORED SEA DEMON!

5 MILLION TO DETERMINE THE JUDGEMENT OF THIS MONSTER!


The orator pointed to Gran and for a moment all fell silent. The rage and enthusiasm that followed could only be explained as pure bloodlust. Now gran was actually fighting for his freedom, seriously concerned, and scared. He couldn't even muster the air to protest, he only screamed as the men fought over the purchase of him and the ability spread their version of VILE justice!
FUDO & SONS FIGHTING CO.
Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Fujin Saiken • Pirate • Thief/Martial Artist •
Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Gran Kin Umino-Kimono Saiken • Other • Smith/Martial Artist •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 45 • Beli: - • Location: GLStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Cero Saiken • Other • Inventor/Marksman •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 95 • Beli: - • Location: Cactus IslandStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -


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“So, if you don’t take beli, what is your normal currency?” Amos asked as he turned away from the barrel of arrows. He didn’t count how many arrows he had grabbed but his quiver was completely full. He should be good on arrows for some time.

“Oh? Color, of course! I take it that means you didn’t see the local exchange shop.” The shopkeep said. “If you turn to the left outside my building and walk down three buildings you will run into it. They’ll exchange your beli for tubes of paint. That’s the currency we use!”

“Thanks!” Amos said cheerily as he turned to walk from the shop. The sunlight filtering through the door was broken by shadows moments before a bell chimed and the door opened.

“Hear about the caves?” One voice said. Amos saw a stout white-haired man walk in the door. Next to him was another man, taller and broader.

“The rumor about that fruit? The one that gives you the ability to control color?”The man asked back. The excitement could be heard in the way his voice elevated slightly. Amos’ ears perked up. A fruit like that would get him more money than he could dream of on an island that valued color like this one. He could only imagine that the exchange of beli for tubes of paint with the other way and get a ton of money. They could buy whatever they needed boat wise…

Amos didn’t say a word to the duo as he walked out of the building. He would want to visit and get some paint tubes from the exchange place and then find Don. He wanted to talk to him about hunting down this fruit. He just didn’t want the duo to know he was after it. This was the kind of treasure hunt he had suggested they do on the ship. Amos could feel his heart beginning to beat faster.

He entered the all-white building labelled “Exchange” a moment later. It was a small building with nothing but a white desk and a man, dressed similarly in all white, standing in front of it. “Welcome. You’re a traveler looking to exchange Beli for tubes of paint?” The man asked formally, almost robotically.

“Mmhmm” Amos muttered as he made his way to the counter and foraged out the Beli he had. It wasn’t much but it should be enough for some new clothes as the very least. “This is all I have. Mind exchanging it for me?”

“Certainly, certainly.” The man said as he counted the Beli and scooped it up. He then quickly reached beneath the desk and grabbed a couple of very small tubes of paint. They were a variety of colors. Amos wasn’t sure how to tell how much each one was worth, and he wasn’t about to ask. He hated feeling like a fool.

After a moment, it became evident the man wasn’t going to proffer any information on his own. Amos scooped up his paint and walked out the door, leaving the man to smile at his back. It was eerie how happy the man had appeared. It made Amos feel like he had been cheated. He was still upset about the last time someone cheated him and so he wasn’t happy about the idea that it may have happened again. Damn Callie…

Amos walked across the street to the clothing store and walked inside. The bell rang, and he looked around. The entire building looked the same as outside of it; it was all-white. However, Amos frowned at the lack of his giant fishman friend. He didn’t have to look hard to know that he was not there. Someone his size was very hard to miss; besides, the man was not white, so it should have been easy to spot him. However, there was something strange in the building. There was a man wearing all green – which seemed to be rather odd in this town – lying on the ground and groaning. His eyes flickered before they opened.

“wh-what happened” The man muttered as he struggled to his feet. Amos walked over to him and helped him stand up.

“I’m not sure. Have you seen a fishman come in here?” Amos asked the person who seemed to be the shop keep. He wasn’t overly concerned about the fishman. He could take care of himself. He still wanted to find out what information he could about where he went. He wanted to meet up with him to talk about getting that fruit after he bought some new clothes. Amos’ head swiveled around the room. He thought he was going to be rather disappointed in the clothes selection. He couldn’t see a single piece of colored cloth in the room. White didn’t work well for a hunter who didn’t live on this island.

“F-fishman! Are you with that man?” The shop keep said, backing up and ripping his arm from Amos clutches. He began to run, which made Amos think that Don may have gone a little crazy in this shop.

Amos sighed, “I want to buy some clothes!” He hollered towards the shop keep before he made it very far. The man turned around and sauntered back to Amos, greed shining in his eyes.

“Oh? What do you need?”


Amos began to tell the man what he needed. It wasn’t the most complicated set of clothes, but the man diligently took notes as if it was. He needed clothes to go hunting in. That meant they needed to be sturdy and to cover a lot of his body.

“I would also like them to be colored, if possible. Green, like what you are wearing, preferably” Amos added at the end. The man’s smile faded slightly as he looked Amos up and down.

“Well, I do have some dye…but I don’t think you can afford it.”

Amos rummaged in his pockets and pulled out tubes of paint. He wasn’t sure how much it was, so he gauged the man’s reaction as he pulled it out. He appeared to get excited. It was probably enough money to buy what he needed. “Show me the way to the dye and then go get the clothes for me, will you?”
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Actually fighting against the grips of his captors, Gran attempted to pull himself free. His shoulders wrenched forward, his body bucking and pulling backwards. From his perspective he could hear more than he could see, the blinding white spotlight overwhelmed his visual senses. He'd only see the approach of men in his immediate area. More were called to restrain he physically powerful child. Stronger than most adults, it was quite easy to mistake him for one in the heat of the moment.

The numbers of those restraining him rose to a point where he felt the most like an object rather than a living breathing creature. What felt like hundreds of hands grabbed any portion of him they desired. Clothed hands wrapped round his head from behind, palms squeezing down hard on his arteries, the tips of fingers pressing into his windpipe. His long golden hair was pulled hard, violently they were used like the reigns of a horse. But there were too many trying to direct his movements. Clumps and bundles of hair were grasped by the many, pulled ripped, and torn from his scalp. His arms were also like ferns in the wind, they were wrenched and pulled so awkwardly that only fighting would prevent them from being torn free. The boy wept, hands pulled him in all directions, as though the intention was to rip him apart then and their for their pleasure.

7 Million...9 Million...9.2 million! Gran head as the numbers rapidly increased moment to moment. HE swiveled and kicked, attempting to strike the ground or any of his attackers enough to become free. Snap! Gran managed to grab a hold of a finger and twist it with his strength, breaking it. HE succeeded in ceasing the abuse by one attacker, but this caused the others to only get more violent, for the crowds blood lust to grow. Almost in unison, the child was lifted and the violently slammed into the lamented white wooden stage. Slammed face first, the men crowded his figure, placing knees, and elbows upon his young back, neck, elbows, knees, everywhere they could fit one. He tried to pull and wrench his body in this or that direction, but bones were stronger than muscle, numbers always prevailed.
FUDO & SONS FIGHTING CO.
Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Fujin Saiken • Pirate • Thief/Martial Artist •
Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Gran Kin Umino-Kimono Saiken • Other • Smith/Martial Artist •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 45 • Beli: - • Location: GLStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Cero Saiken • Other • Inventor/Marksman •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 95 • Beli: - • Location: Cactus IslandStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -


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Don sped down the tunnel, doubt and regret clouding his mind. Had he acted too rashly? It was possible that he misunderstood the old man. The elderly gentleman was quite nice to him after all. Maybe he meant something else when speaking of the 'auction'. No. Don't be naive. Don was unable to tell every truth from a lie, but he was a decent judge of character. He'd been through his fair share of interactions, and every bone in his body was telling him that the old man spoke truth.

Nonetheless, doubt muddied his mind, and regret was like an impermeable bubble which held in his deepest emotion in that moment; anger. A shrill scream came from somewhere further down, Don's eyes focusing as he tried to figure out what it meant. The scream wasn't one of pain, but it did seem genuine. "What's happening down there?" Each of Don's footsteps thudded against the ground as he bolted forwards even quicker. Turn after turn, Don went down flights of stairs and descending halls.

I'm getting closer. The voices grew louder and louder, Don no longer catching glimpses of that scream from before. Now he could hear cheering, yelling, shouting, curses. Don had no idea what could possibly be happening. A corner up ahead had slivers of light from beyond it, Don skidding across the ground and turning to see a door further down. He'd made it. Just moments more and he would arrive at the auction. Don sprinted towards the door and shoved it open as he neared, the metal fixture making a bang against a wall.

There. The room was empty, other doors lining the walls. They all circled around the room, as if to gather round one grand entrance in the middle. A tall and large set of twin doors who stood in the middle of one side of the room. The voices were coming from behind it, shouting, screaming, swearing, yelling. Thuds, bangs, clangs. Don ran towards it and stopped right in front of the door. Fearing to see what was behind it. The fishman closed his eyes and stood there, inhaling a deep breath and listening to all the commotion from within.

THUD

The two doors shot out wide, giving way under a powerful kick to the middle. The massive wooden doors slammed into the walls they connected to, shaking the frames they sat under. Don stepped forward and looked out in front of him, looking out at the unfolding scene in front of him. It was a massive room, rows of seats filled to the brim with people. At the very far end was a single creature, no, a boy, held down by what seemed to be a dozen men, blood splattered against the floor. The people were cheering on, shaken up into a frenzied madness. Don's sudden appearance cause a halt in tone, many an audience member noticing the incredibly loud doors and looking back. Don returned the looks, standing there silently and trying to take in everything that was happening. His eyes begun to sting from not blinking. "What?"
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Gran couldn't cease struggling, an opening may come, a moment where he could slip away. That moment came with the disruptive entrance of Don. Not entirely ablw to look in his direction, the young fishman was only ablw to spot a shadow of the figures form. The men on stage would pause, many of them could see what was happening, the momentarily calm, the slight pause in their overbearing pressure would be enough.

Gran used his little bit of leeway to flip his torso enough in one direction to now lay on one side. The ark that pressed against his neck would be a primary target. Turning quick enough catch his oppressor of guard, Gran would bite down furiously on the man's forearm. His serrated fangs biting into bone, he wretched the arm with a violent snap of his head from right to left. Bite was severe enough to cause the the man to stumble back into his cohorts in terror. The two events occurred rapid fire, Dons appearance and then Grans counter attack. This sent chaos into the crowd, promoter, and handlers.

With further stress removed from his frame, the boy sprung up jumping away from the blood thirsty crowd and choosing to run through the much smaller group of violent slavers. In a frenzy and frankly, a haze, the boy charged forward through what men stood before him and his presumed escape. Blood would trickle and fly freely, he could feel his premature horns scrape and pull on bodies, his claws scrape and rend flesh from bone, he could taste warm blood. But he took no pleasure in this, he could hardly take any notice of it, only fear drove him, the fear that rules us all, the fear of death. Gran managed to dash into the holding area a few meters away before more slavers were alerted to his attention.

Don would be subject to aggravated verbal and maybe even physical assault for his own fish-ness and even possible collusion to save a fellow trout.
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Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Fujin Saiken • Pirate • Thief/Martial Artist •
Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Gran Kin Umino-Kimono Saiken • Other • Smith/Martial Artist •
Threat: 0• SD Earned: 45 • Beli: - • Location: GLStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
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Amos waited patiently as the fidgety man guided him to a small corner of the wall. There were small jars on a shelf made of white wood. The jars were clear but inside there was a small vial of colored liquid. Amos glanced at the price on the wall beside the vials of dye and almost gagged. He could afford it but it would take most of his money to get that and the clothes. Amos sighed and found a shelf with green dye on it. There were two different shades of green. One was a light, almost yellow, green and the other was a deep emerald. Amos grabbed the jar of the emerald dye. He then grabbed a jar of black die, as well.

“Ah, fine choice. Fine choice. That should be enough for all of the clothes you have selected. You just need to pour the dye in some water and let the clothes soak in the water. "Amos turned towards the man as he handed him the stack of pure white clothes that he had asked for. He kept his normal boots. Everything else was completely new.

“Is there somewhere I can change?” Amos asked the man as he glanced around the room. He couldn’t see anywhere super obvious to change in.

“Change? No, no. Just change right here.” Then, the man glanced at the sun outside his shop. Somehow, the man seemed to realize something due to its positioning as he immediately balked. “Oh! I’m going to miss the auction! I was hoping to buy a new assistant today!”

The man took off running into the back of the building.

“Assistant? Auction?” Amos muttered as he stripped down his clothes and put on the new ones. There was even a pair of boots with them. It took him a few minutes to get fully dressed and, when he did, he looked like a true ghost. He was wearing completely white clothes. He hated it.

The shop-keep hadn’t returned from wherever he went into the back. Amos glanced at his clothes and realized that he would like a bit of brown on them, as well. Grabbing a jar of brown dye, Amos hollered, “Hey, can I get a jar of brown dye as well?”

No answer. Amos walked into the back. Glancing around, he frowned. The man was nowhere in sight but there was a singular hallway with light coming from it. “Maybe he’s down there?” Amos said with a shrug as he began to walk down the hallway.
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Dashing for what felt like a few dozen minutes, the crimson red slave ran from hallway to hallway, stairwell to stairwell. He soon became lost within the winding halls. Little did he know becoming lost was part if the design of this auction. The deeper gran ran into the building, the more trapped he would become, so even though he was chasing freedom he would only find more walls. Eventually find himself in a dead end hall, the young boy would turn around and search for a way out. Whipping around, sweating and tired the boy would be met with the sting of a leather whip. Struck in the throat, the child would feel the cow skin coil around his neck and pull him to his knees. Instrinctively grasping the whip, Gran resisited the pull of the slaver. The man he was was dressed in leather from head to toe, he looked like a rancher, not that Gran cared. The boy did manage to leave a trail of blood behind him, something easy to follow, not that the slavers needed it.

A smooth southern accent accompanied typical southern brutality. On his knees, the child would manage to soften the strangle hold just enough to maintain breath.

"Let...go...of...me..." Gran could barely even get these few words out before the rancher tightened his grip once more. Grunting in displeasure, Gran was offered an altimatum at the end of a barrel.

Come sea sucker or I'll put a few in your slime gills.!

Gran was reluctant to even accept the offer, who would be glad in this situation? However, he didn't have a gun, nor any means of escape currently, so, it would behoove him to listen for now. He was in strange waters, and, at the very least he wasn't being immidiately killed. Corralled into an unfavorable position of eventual death wasnt preferable, but it was preferable to instant death. Dropping his head to his chest, Gran would follow as he was towed back towards the auctions. He wasnt broken, but clearly overmatched, and even a child knew when to give up. Maybe he could outlast the situation, but only time would tell.
FUDO & SONS FIGHTING CO.
Fudo "Saikyō" Saiken • Captain • Saiken Silver Grand Master/Smith •
Beast Blood Pirates Bounty: 390,000,000 • SD Earned: 1032 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Fujin Saiken • Pirate • Thief/Martial Artist •
Bounty: 40,000,000• SD Earned: 210 • Beli: - • Location: Sky IslandsStrength:- Speed: - Stamina: - Accuracy: - Fortune: -
Gran Kin Umino-Kimono Saiken • Other • Smith/Martial Artist •
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Don stood there, staring out at a dimly lit room with a stage at the end. The stage was illuminated by an intense light, shining down on what seemed to be a boy. Speaking of the boy, it was a ghastly sight to see. The large crowd of people between him and the stage had turned to him, letting out various shouts and profanities.

In that brief moment, Don felt all the glares burning against his skins. The boy on the stage did something immediately after, escaping his captors and barrelling away while shaking the men off of him.

Don couldn't even think of helping the child, his mental state being disturbed by all that was happening. Footsteps thudded from either side of him, Don glancing left and right at guards. "Bastards." A click came from his right and Don shot in that direction, slapping the man away. His gun rattled as it hit the floor, Don continuing forwards quickly. His right foot slammed down and he spun on his heel, tail slapping out like a mace and smashing into 3 men. Sticking together was generally a decent idea, but it held no merit in this situation.

Don could have dealt with those men in any way, but the act of spinning and halting his momentum was the most efficient in finishing one act and then bolting at full speed towards the next. That was all which ran through his mind; combat. Don wasn't bloodthirstily by nature, but his face had grown much angrier as he learned more and more of this 'auction'.

"I've got him!"

BANG

A man squinted as he fired his musket, eyelids fluttering as he tried to focus in front of him. I've got that damned monster now. I might even get a promoti- THUD

Don punched the man in the gut, using what little restraint he had left to not kill the man. The blood seeping from the guard's mouth spoke otherwise. Don's head shot up, instantly ready to attack the next guard. He stopped his step when he noticed there were none. Don glanced around at the bodies on the floor and the audience who had fled closer to the stage, crouching and grasping the stage in fear.

Don shook his head and stumbled back, his adrenaline dying down a bit. Where's the kid? Did he escape? Where's Amos? Questions ran through Don's head as he tried to figure out what to do. What if there were other captives? Don had to save them as well. Don swore under his breath and then ran down a flight of stairs to the main stage.
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Amos made his way down the hallway in his sparkly clean white clothing. It fit well and was just tight enough. It was amazing how the man had managed to find him clothes that fit him so perfectly. He hadn’t even had to measure him. Amos thought about the man’s words as he walked. He hoped his conclusion wasn’t true.

The old man had spoken about buying an assistant at an auction. Amos could think of only one thing that could imply. Slavery. Don and Amos had never discussed the practice before; however, Amos knew his friend. The big brute was nothing if not kind hearted. Amos hated slaves, as well. He couldn’t begin to think of a situation in which it was okay to own another human being. It was just too cruel. Somewhere deep in Amos’ mind, he had to wonder if the World Government was involved. He wasn’t strong enough yet, but he couldn’t wait until he could begin taking them down. If the World Government was involved in this, then Amos was going to do his best to reveal it to the public.

The hallway went on and on. Eventually, Amos arrived at a pair of double doors. They were already open. There was spiderweb-like cracks in the doors where they met up. Amos sighed. “What have you gotten into now, Don”.

Amos wondered aloud, but he wasn’t that concerned. He would have done the same if he had arrived here first. Well, no. He would have acted much more stealthily instead of causing the fuss that Amos was sure Don had caused. Through the doors, Amos saw the old man from the shop eagerly running into a crowd of people. They were relatively quiet. Amos saw bodies on the floor. Amos didn’t bother checking what they were doing. The large crowd stood in front of a bloodied stage.

“Has anyone seen a large fishman come through here!” Amos hollered. Stealth was out of the question at this point; besides, he had to find Don.
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With a lasso still tied tight around his neck, the red fishmen would be positioned in front of of the cowboy. The leather tight enough to make each one of his breaths a sharp gasp. Gran grimaced as the leather python stretched and and burned his skin. They would likely be the least of his worries at this point. He couldn't fully comprehend the injuries he could have caused, but gravity would help him. Blood tricked from his modest horns onto his golden locks. Dripping from his brow and joining with the drying blood in his lips. There was likely more beatings to come if he wasnt going to be sold today, just enough to leave him barely alive. There was little leeway given, but it made sense given the outcome of him on stage. Gran wouldn't even bother of thinking of a way out in this circumstance. He was physically powerful, but sometimes doing nothing tended to work just as much as risking life and limb. He just anticipated the punishment. If he was allowed to live long enough to find a way put then he would think about it then.

Pushed along the halls, the boy would be taken along the same path that he had traversed. It appeared that he was being lead back to the stage. The boy's mind wandered about, as the anxiety began to rise again. For a moment his body halted, but a barrel of cold steel pressed against the nape of his neck, urging him to do otherwise. Picking up the pace in response, Gran would walk where he was lead. He was definitely on the same path. The roaring of the crowd, the violence, the anger, all of it was still there. They were all still livid. Maybe he was only being spared because otherwise he would be worthless to the buyers. Mayne that was a reason to attempt to escape. Until he was sure he wouldn't bother , that's what his brain was saying. But his body recoiled at the thought. Tensing up, his steps became more rigid. A cold sweat came over him. The fear of death was strong.
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Don crept down the stairs, approaching the stage and walking to its end. The crowd of buyers coiled away and separated, some even running away and back up to the seats. They still kept up their furious stream of curses and shouts, even when acting like cowards themselves. Some were less hasty to run away than others, confidence in their own abilities evident from their postures. Don paid this little heed though.

Where'd the kid go? Are they running away? Most of the men who were just holding down the kid had fled behind the side of the stage. Whether they were running away from him or going to catch the boy; Don would pursue.

The fishman jumped up onto the side of the stage, hearing sounds coming down from the hall on his left. A quick glimpse was all he needed as Don peered around the corner, ducking his head back instantly.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Footsteps tapped against the floor as what seemed to be a cowboy approached the stage. Don didn't get to look for too long, but it was evident that he was carrying somebody. That somebody had to be the kid.

Ten!

Don shot out from around the corner and slammed his fist down on the man's jaw. The man was caught off guard by Don's surprise attack, giving little time to loosen his grip on the kid for defending as he stumbled back and fell to the ground. A gun fell to the floor alongside the whip's handle, the cowboy-like man grimacing in pain. Don glanced back at the kid quickly to see the lasso loosening due to being dropped.

That's one. The fishman didn't even stop for a moment, speeding towards the cowboy. The man stumbled up but once again was met with an attack as Don slammed his fist down on the man's head, followed instantly by a kick to his head from under. The man's body crumpled to the ground and stopped moving. From start to finish it was one attack after another which gave him no time to respond. Don didn't glance back as he sprinted down the hallway. His breathing was becoming more tired, but all caution had been thrown to the wind as Don made one determination; destroy this outpost and free any captives.

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Not a soul answered his question. Amos glanced around. Why wouldn’t they answer him? Suddenly, Amos noticed the crowd begin to move. It was almost…yes, there was someone moving through the crowd. Amos listened intently “Tuna!”…”Fishscum”…”Go back to the sea” and more was being said by the people as they parted. Amos grit his teeth and pulled out his bow. That had to be don down there. He wasn’t going to let them bully his friend. People parted in front of Amos as he pulled the bow out.

Amos didn’t fire. It was pointless firing aimlessly into the crowd. He pulled the bow out more because he didn’t know what else to do. He couldn’t even see Don. That is, until he did. Don began to wail on a man in a cowboy hat. It was…brutal. It was also evident that Don didn’t need Amos help. However, the crowd was well past growing restless. In the dimly lit room the crowd seemed to be feeding off the energy of the violence. Some screamed in terror as they watched a man get beaten, possibly to death. Amos could see others step forward, menacingly. They held their fists up. He listened as one man began to try to steel the others. “They can’t do anything if we are all together. It’s just two fish!”

Amos shifted his arrow until it was pointed directly at the back of the man’s skull. His short brown hair made a difficult target in the dim lighting, but Amos was confident. It had been days since he fired a bow. He could feel his hands quiver in anticipation. He missed this.

That thought terrified him. He loved shooting a bow; this is true but shooting a human shouldn’t be fun for him. Yet, it was. He could feel his muscles trembling. It was so bad that he had to concentrate on keeping them steady specifically. Oh, how he missed this.

He let the arrow loose. It flew through the air silently and swiftly. No one even turned as it flew past their heads and lodged itself firmly into the back of the head of the man who had spoken. He was standing directly in front of Don. His body fell forward. The arrow remained in the back of his skull.

Amos glanced behind him. The doorway he had come down here in was filled with people. He could just barely see through the crowd as he saw a man run to the other side of the door with a large bar. They were going to bar them in. The double doors were broken, but the door leading down to this stage from the shop still had its door. Amos could remember the door clearly. It was solid steel. They were not going to be able to escape from the way they came in.
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Gran at this point was hoisted as he was taken back to the stage. The boy's fears began to rise once more as the music of prejudice and hate increased. Things began to look down u til he was dropped from the cowboys shoulders unceremoniously. Gran had no claw as to what happened but the smacking of flesh and bone filled his ear. Landing on the ground, his leather restraints would loosen as the ship unraveled. Without a second through the boy used his freedom to lash out. Like a shark to blood, Gran would see the staggering cowboy prepare a counter attack just off to his side and attacked. Without much grace of thought, the boy stuck with enough force to give the illusion of pure finesse and experience. Swinging his right fist forward similar to the way a baseball player would swing a bat, the boy drove his small knuckles into the back of the cowboys ribcage. He dug each individual knuckle into the man much similarly to the way one would push shells into soft beach sand. Gran would feel the body break and the muscles try to compensate for a loss of structure. A sharp squeal would shoot from the lips of the cowboy as he was forcefully sent back towards Don, the fishmen that Gran did not know. He didn't even recognize don as a fishmen immediately.

Before he had a chance, the boy was jumped again, this time a mix of buyers and auction guards. Gripped from the waist and hoisted into the air, Gran would be punched in the face with little care. Even as a child he was shown no restraint. The composition of the auction was crumbling and there would be little in the way of care and respect give, however things would be locked down. Gran would see the halls that lead here would be locked down with heavy metal doors, and with their closing all hope for escape was lost.
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