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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 4 2018, 01:59 PM Post #61 | |||||
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OOC Days Later Gran would awaken, barely able to speak or move. His body felt dry, work, weary. Barely like anything he'd ever felt before. His chest felt raw, as though it had been peeled and pierced by unknown forces. He hadn't remembered anything after charging forward lat time. He didn't even remember being struck. Well that wasn't entirely true, he couldn't visualize anything when he thought back to what was a few days ago now. He could only remember his vision falling and then sharp stabbing and immeasurable constriction. Hed fallen unconscious after the peak of pain entered his body, and could only hear the pain, and feel the phantom pains from his injuries. By this point the pain on his body had been removed, although he waste any more visible now than he was before. Actually he was probably even less recognizable as a human now. Much of his body had been broken, his left side had been crushed to a point of being nearly irreparable. His left arm, leg, ribs, and collar bone had been broken and or fractured. His right side hardly faired better. The arrow that entered his body has expanded as a tree grew from it, leaving branches to grow and expand from him, separating bone from bone, causing several dislocations. All in all, the child was barely living. If his organs had been subject to any of this he'd be dead. He was basically dead now. His dense musculature was his only saving grace. The effort he was forced to place into himself as a slave intended for manual labor had paid off. The unwanted fruits of forced labor kept his body sturdy enough to not fall apart. His wounds were much worse than those of his brothers, well at least second worst when considering Cero. Currently it seemed this trio of males would all be suffering at the same time. And although Gran hadn't faced an opponent or ideology as harsh as Colin or the New age proests, he was facing the cost of being born different in a volitile time. While not dead, he might as well have been, the child was far worse of now than he could have been. His attempts at freedom now restrained him to this land further than he ever wanted. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Mar 4 2018, 03:48 PM Post #62 | |||||
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Amos waited on the island over the next few days, hoping that the child would awaken before long. He really had no answers as to how bad the damage was. The invisibility was causing issues in the treatment, as Amos had assumed it would. While the days were nowhere near as hard for Amos as they had been for Gran, they weren’t easy days. Amos spent a long time moping and questioning everything he had done. He spent so much time reacting to the world. Shoot first, ask questions later. That was always his motto but...Amos had begun questioning it due to the terrible deed he had done. He had left a note on the boat for Don, telling him what had happened. He had no idea if his fish friend was still on Gesso island or not, as he had been unable to reach him vi Den Den Mushi. When he had returned to the boat to leave the note, Alex was completely missing. Most of his stuff was gone as well. In fact, the only thing he had left behind was a sketch of a bow. Amos had pocketed it so that he could have it made sometime later. He still had no idea where Alex had gone but it seemed that no one on the island had seen him. Now, Amos was in the room he had dropped Gran off in. Help had arrived, but it was very confused help. They allowed the invisible man to sit in their waiting room. They even offered to let him in to visit Gran but Amos rarely took them up on it. Seeing - or rather, not seeing - the fishman that Amos eventually realized was a child was hard for him. He would go in when Gran woke up. So, he sat in the waiting room and tested his paint. He had discovered that he could do more than turn others invisible. He could also create colors to paint on them. He wasn’t very good at it yet, but Amos figured it was about time he tried to make himself visible. The only thing he could think of was to put a layer of paint over himself. He didn’t think the invisibility was permanent...at least, he hoped not. He just didn’t think approaching people in this town as an invisible man was wise. The locals were already telling stories of the bloody ghost that ran through the town just days prior. Amos shook the can of paint and sprayed it over his body. The paint covered him, causing him to be seeable by covering him in an abstract copy of what he should look like. It was almost as if he was looking in a mirror of some circus. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Mar 7 2018, 08:10 AM Post #63 | |||||
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Amos stood up as the door opened. The Doctor came out and looked surprised. Apparently being able to see Amos was quite different than he had expected. They had been growing accustomed to dealing with the Ghost in their lobby. “He’s awake.” The doctor said solemnly. He did not say anything more and Amos wasn’t sure he wanted to push him for any additional details. How hurt was the boy? How badly had he injured a child. “Is….he okay?” Amos asked uncertainly. He was hesitant, but he did need to know. “He…He should heal with time.” The doctor replied, before gesturing towards the door. “Would you like to come see him?” Amos immediately had vivid flashbacks of the assault he had experienced at the hands of the child. His ribs still throbbed from the glancing blow he had taken. Child or no, this creature was powerful and deadly. Not to mention, it was extremely aggressive when it had seen him last. No, Amos may be better off not visiting the child; it didn’t matter that he felt horrible. Visiting him would probably serve only to provoke Gran further. Meanwhile, it would only make Amos feel worse about what he had done. Amos had contemplated it many times since the incident. He now knew that the arrows had a slightly different feel to them. It was something he had never realized when he could tell them apart by sight. However, he had practiced ever since the incident at grabbing the arrows while invisible and making sure it was the correct arrow. He could tell them apart by touch rather easily, now. The wood itself felt grainier with his normal arrows than with the magical oak arrows. “No, I think it is best that I don’t go visit him.” Amos said quietly as he began to walk towards the door. He wasn’t sure what to think of himself. He had done such an atrocious act…could he live with himself after it? How could he live with himself? It would take time. However, he had spent enough of that time dwelling on the incident and waiting for the child to wake up. He woke up and would get better from what the doctor said. That was enough for him. It was time to look for Don. Thus, Amos exited the building with the intent to reunite with his crew. Where was Alex? What had happened to him? What had happened to Don at the slave house? There were far too many questions to make Amos feel comfortable about them being separated. He intended to get some answers. [Exit] |
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| Karocue | Mar 18 2018, 03:41 PM Post #64 | |||||
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Karocue sailed on the winds finally glad there was no rain Blue Brick Isle was to rainy. To depressing. He was in morning of Kalv. It was a long ship ride. On his itty bitty ship. As he pulled closer to gesso he thought he was imagining things but it seemed this was true. Karocue looked on in awe at the colorless skeem of the landscape. Karocue pulled into the dock everyone everything was blank like a sketch book unfinished. His fear and his thoughts of the death of kalv was overwhelmed with curiosity. He walked through his ship was totalled he was stuck here now. It was now he must find money. Karocue walked through the dock amazed at the aww in people's eyes as though they covered him as though they praised him for all he was. He walked into the town unaware his money was useless. Karocue needed to find something somewhere to hold base. Karocue walked to the nearest inn. Walking in karocue was the colorless place. The people were colorless the food everything. Karocue walked in and looked at the owner behind the bar. "How much for a room" The man looked at karocue seeing the pigment in his face the slight blood dried on his bandages on his face. " what colors you got" Karocue bewildered pulled out his hammers his money his nails ridden with red rust. "Colors" Karocue siad confused The man smiled and grabbed all the rusted nails on the counter. "I'll give you a month" The man handed him a key. Karocue went to his room. -------------------- A small troop of marines sailed trailing karocue looking for him for the damages. On the ship the captain of the ship the ss mary lou a man standing 6 feet tall in normal marine uniform. A ensign named crooked hook. His left hand a hook from a battle that an inventor pirate blew it up. He would catch this man. In his charge 25 low rank marines. They watched as gesso island came into view. Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Karocue, Mar 21 2018, 11:55 AM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 20 2018, 09:16 PM Post #65 | |||||
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Occasionally the boy would awake to the sounds of various machines and alarms. But his consciousness wouldn't hold for more than a few minutes at a time. Those few minutes were unbearable. Filled with tears and screams, and peril. Feverish nightmares of incredible anguish. Liquid food, inserted by tube was the only meals he was served. For a long, long period of time he wasn't able to leave his bed either. So by the time he'd managed any prolonged consciousness, hed be greeted by the scents and sounds of excrement. He'd been placed in a diaper of sorts due to having no control over his bowel movements. Gran would also find it incredibly difficult to even move. His body had been so torn and bones offset and broken. Most of the time he was alone with a lone doctor, a man that was covered with medical gear so he had no idea if his appearance. On a particular day, Gran believed himself to have the strength to leave his bed, while the doctor was away. The boy attempted to pull himself from the bed using strength alone, but he was weak, his stomach and body unable to draw the energy needed to even take a full breath. The boy only let out a sorrowful whimper. Days like this would continue. Day after day the boy couldn't speak, chew, drink, or even think without prolonged pain. He was only capable of replaying the moments leading up to his injuries. The face of a man named Amos would remain with him for life. This man, was someone that w asnt to be forgotten. He was ranking high up there with the very slavers that had captured him. Gran would occasionally get to stare at his body, the bits he saw were mangled and gangly. Nothing that he should have seen and loved through. He hoped that there was something he'd do or get to do before. No, he knew what he'd do. I'm going to kill him. Kill him. Nothing will stop me from killing him. When we the boy could muster the energy he would think this. Without pause or hesitation, he channeled his pain, fear, sorrow, all of it into these thoughts. No matter how many men were in his way, no matter how much time it took. He would do onto Amos what Amos had done onto him. |
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| Karocue | Mar 20 2018, 09:37 PM Post #66 | |||||
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Karocue sat sat alone smoking, Karocue went over the Blue Brick Isle happenings in his mind, he looked at the den den mushi, his mind was overwhelmed with the fear again he began to laugh heavily before he took it in hand and began a transmission to the leader seeing what he could get. Fear and remembrance of kalv took over his heart. " Hello Hello this is Karocue the new Div. 6 acting captain, im reporting the death of Kalv. Come in please come in". Karocue put down the Den den awaiting transmision he wondered where this man known as the leader was. He walked slowly back and forth. He walked down he had took his bandages off his face. Walked to the man up front. "Hey need info about any activity of Crimson Ghost Pirates at my room as fast as you can" The man nodded. Giving quick orders to a boy around 7 to run do as karocue asked the boy ran out of the inn. Karocue went back to his room. Waiting for the man who he did not know the name of answered, Karocue began to do push ups training his body was the biggest thing he could do. After 100 or so karocue tried again. “Hello this is Karocue is anybody there can you hear me, this is the acting Division 6 commander of the Crimson Ghost Pirates calling the captain. I am on Gesso island.” Crooked hook sailed The seas gesso island coming in clearer as the hours passed. He smiled Justice would come quick for the man Known as karocue so would all these Crimson Ghost pirates. He walked on the S.S. hook a small marine ship of Tuna class size went to his quarters and took up the den den mushi. "Ensign Crooked hook asking for reinforcements of 50 men in 2 weeks and another 50 in 2 weeks if not heard from me sent to gesso. We are going to get this Karocue we got his master Kalv the great carpenter we will get Karocue and then the whole Crimson ghost pirates" Crooked hook took up to the top of the boat. Reinforces would be here in 2 weeks and more in a month, the last time this man was seen he killed or injured over 7 marines. So overwhelm him. That was the only way just to be fully safe that his escape wouldn't happen again. He looked at gesso so small in the distance. It was his time. Edited by Karocue, Mar 21 2018, 01:24 AM.
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Karocue •Crew Position: Division 6 Captain • Profession Name: Carpenter/Blacksmith Purple • Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 200,000 • Location: – GrandLine Route 4 Gesso Island Name:Salazar Crew position: crewman Crew:Gambit Roulette Color speech:Dark Turquoise Commandations:0 Sd earned:0 Beli:500,000 Profession:Merchent/doc/thief/marksmen Location:East Blue Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 21 2018, 10:56 AM Post #67 | |||||
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On a particular day the boy would gain enough strength to at least look over himself a bit more. While the doctor was away, the child would be able to faintly use his right arm, which was in a sling, to pull his bed sheets off of himself. Removing the arm from this sling, the boy felt as though the limb would fall apart and separate at any second. But he was intensely focused on revealing the true safety of his wounds. Drawing back the white cotton curtain, Gran would find his torso to be in a horrid state. Gran had only really seen the pierced and crushed nature of his arms, nothing more had been really exposed. But the child would see something much worse. Bone and muscle were exposed. Large gaping holed were showing, with massive amounts of needles, staples, and clamps attempting to hold the child together. Various tubes with various colors stuck wildly from his wounds. Gasping heavily, the child was sent into shock immediately, the sight causing him to pass out on the spot. Waking eventually the boy would find himself yet again in the company of one sole doctor. The man draped in white would speak for the first time. "Rest or you'll pass away." Gran watched as the doctor pulled wood and splinters from his body. The child wished to speak, bit he could hardly move his jaw. Even the most minor of muscles were sore and timid. It wasn't like he would say anything of worth. He could hard construct sentences. With the most basic words coming to mind being 'Kill...Amos". Even to the child it was clear there was nothing to offer if he were to say what he wanted. He wasn't entirely sure if he was even outside of the grasp of slavers either. The boy realized the very real possibility that he was still in the clutches of Gesso island slavers. The boy jerked a bit at the though, cuasing some blood to expell from his wounds. Reacting quickly the doctor injected the child with something to send him straight to sleep. This would type of response reoccurring if the boy was left totally unrestrained, and so he would be restrained to his bed. |
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| Karocue | Mar 21 2018, 11:23 AM Post #68 | |||||
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THREE HOURS LATER Karocue sat in his room chain smoking he was ready to do something. A knock on the door. Karocues skin crawled the idea was something but he was ready. He looked at the den den mushi with no reply yet back to him. Karocue walked quietly to the colorless door opened it and looked down at the colorless hallway. There stood the sketch of child it seemed the child handed Karocue a bunch of papers with the information. Karocue smiled and shut the door as the boy ran off. Karocue sat on the bed and read the papers. Pg 1 A pirate crew is on gesso by the name of Crimson Ghost pirates division 4 parts of division 2 and 6. Amos the head of the crew ended up shooting child Gran part of his crew new out of slavery. The boy is in the hospital. The others unknown. Pg 2 and 3 showed there bounties and names of the crew. Karocue began getting read, he changed his clothes. He took the den den mushi just in case the boss called. Karocue sighed not knowing what today was going to be. He began loading his 2 pistols and then sharpened his sword, setting it in its sheath , Holstering his 2 hammers in his side pistols behind him sheath iron katana beside him. He took out new bandages, wrapping his face he began to walk out he seemed someone was watching him but didn't understand why. Karocue walked further gaining directions to the hospital. He walked in the hospital. His heart dropped there were wounded everywhere was this what he did to the marines. Karocue sat down waiting for someone to come up and it happened quickly. A doctor walked to karocue. "may i help you sir. " i'm here to see a child by the name of Gran he was wounded heavily by my information i need to talk to the boy" The doctor sighed and nodded taking karocue to grans room gran was restrained and sedated. Karocue sat and waited. Restraining the boy. The doctor shook his head. Karocue sat waiting smoking cigarette, after cigarette. Karocue was in a brand new button up white shirt black pants and boots his bandages wrapped his lower face. His hair hung in braids around his head. His skin pale. Making his green eyes pop. Karocue watched the boy. In the shadows a marine was watching him taking notes Crooked hook called in to the locals to keep tabs on karocue. The man was a Chief petty Officer. In all black fallowing and taking notes. Spoiler: click to toggle Edited by Karocue, Mar 21 2018, 11:52 AM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 21 2018, 01:21 PM Post #69 | |||||
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Gran would awaken to the overbearing scent of cigarette smoke. After some time, the drugs would wear off enough for him to gain at least some of his senses back. Karocue's aggressive smoking habit make waking up to such a scent easier. The man was almost a living fucking chimney, so, the child work up thinking the hospital was on fire more than anything. Weary eyes opened to spot Karocue, the man appeared to be not from the island, most due to his 'colorful'attire. Gran just seeing someone else not draping in white linings was enough to bring some comfort to his sore injured body. The boy was of course still not happy with Humans, well humans wasn't the right word, Gran of course was partly human, being the son of Fudo Saiken meant he was partly human. To be more specific the boy didn't like land dwellers. They all were pretty vile, from his experience. None of them managed to treat him like anything more than property or a meal ticket. Their habits were also nasty. Smoking in particular was something that the boy found confusing. Why would someone want to ingest smoke, w asnt that painful? Air was already uncomfortable to breath, it dried his body. So smoke would likely have the same effect, maybe a more amplified effect if he were to try. Usually humans that smoked seemed to be bad people, of course he had only really experienced humans that were associated with slavery. The worst of the, tensed to be drinkers and smokers. People with far less morals and far more downside, so anything he'd seen from them weren't held in a great light. This made Karocue seem suspicious. After all slavery was a massive market on the seas, and slave owners could look like anything. "Who...you...are...? Why...here...?" the boy spoke in broken English. Barely able to muster the energy to question the man. He was only concerned for his own survival at this point. He didn't want to go into slavery or be killed, which was a pretty normal idea. The machines monitoring his heart rate picked up his elevated stress. Edited by Fudo Saiken, Mar 21 2018, 01:22 PM.
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| Karocue | Mar 21 2018, 01:35 PM Post #70 | |||||
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Petty chief officer maelstrom rock followed behind karocue slowly not wanting to be seen he followed him in the hospital. Watching his every move to give this Crooked hook guy. He could kill him now but the man. Maelstrom aimed his pistol through the door of the room gran sat then pulled back. He would wait till crooked hook came to do this. He was disguised not as a marine but a doctor he knocked out earlier. He walked around the hallway and then sat waiting for the man to exit. Crooked hook would be in port in little over half a day. He could wait that long. Karocue watched the boy wake. It was something strange about this boy. Anger filled him he had to understand what it was. Karocue puffed off the ciggerette he had. “whats up kid, the names Karocue but you can call me Lost boy. I have a few questions for you. How did you get hurt what was it that did this to you. Or should i say who. See i am in a crew of pirates and your linked to the people im looking for. You see i just want to find these people and you know something. Is there anything you need kid. Food water” Karocue smoked his ciggerette and looked at the kid. As the Den Den Mushi went off. “ what? Shit. I’m a little -ah fucking marine.” Long pause in which you hear some gunshots and yells of pain from numerous people “ I’m amos. Division 2 commander and first mate. Well, congrats on the promotion. I never met Kalkavek but how’d he go”. Karocue grabbed the den den mushi “Wait what was that gun shot.. Hold on i got info your gesso still are you ok. Kalv he was shot by a unknown source from uptop a roof. “Just a sniper. Won’t be on gesso for long. The whole marine base is after us. Sounds like your task is clear. Investigate his death. Figure out who killed him and report back in.” Karocue smiled well this is something new. Karocue laughed a big laugh. Then focused his attention back on the boy. Karocue smoked last puff of his ciggerette and put it out, Just to light another. He noticed the kid was half fishman that was easy to tell his wounds seemed bad. Karocue took a puff. "well gran let me say im not here to hurt you. I just wanna help what ever you need kid really." Karocue had that feeling that something bad was going to happen he looked back to see nothing. He smoked more of his ciggerette. Karocue got up to look out the door then walked to sit back down. The boy had slavery written all over him. It made him feel sadness and hatred for whoever did this to this boy he would kill everyone who hurt this boy. Edited by Karocue, Mar 21 2018, 02:07 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 21 2018, 03:54 PM Post #71 | |||||
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Gran listened to the self appointed pirate ask a train of questions and then pick up a snail. Gran had never actually seen someone use a snail to speak, he was initially interested. Well his anger was tinted with intrest. But that quickly shifted to pure rage. Gran was a red fishman, with long wild blond hair. The voice he heard on the receiving end of the call would send him to a dark place. He'd boil to a color much darker than his bright red color. The boy's eyes would widen, revealing his golden eyes clearly. He'd bear his fishman fangs, and his injured body would tremble. Little pockets of blood would form on his body bandages. He was cleaned after his last abrupt incident. But now the not seemed completely wrath filled. "A....A....Am...os!!!!!!!" The boy shuttered, forcing the letters from his mouth and through his teeth. The name barely forced itself by his sharpened fangs witch were like a prison. The child grasped the railing of his bed, tightly, his broken right arm gripped the railing. Trembling, slight cracks would be audibly heard. The child with a great snap, would rip the railing fro his bed. His body trembled incredibly. His eyes completely focused on the den den mushy throughout the exchange, as though he were chasing the image of Amos all over again. Then just as his readings would spike, and the machines would beep at their peak, the fishman would pass out again. Loosing all consciousness, and falling into a deep long slumber that he'd likely not awake from for some time. His little bod couldn't handle much stress. What he'd received thus far was already too much for a grown man, let alone a child. From grand eyes a few years would fall, he was truly in pain and shock. This Karocue figure seemed 'well intentioned', but he associated with someone that honestly was the only person Gran wanted to kill right now. Amos and whoever else he was associated wouldn't be people easily relatable to the child. If and when he recovered he would do everything he could to seek revenge. |
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| Karocue | Mar 21 2018, 06:00 PM Post #72 | |||||
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Karocue began understanding the anger of this boy was bent around amos. Karocue would not be as stupid. He left the boy he didn't understand why but he would make sure this boy was alright. Karocue went back to the inn and layed down. Crooked hook got a den den mushi call. ”Ensign crooked hook turn ship now. Emergency on blue brick isle. Order for vice admrile all ships on bord” Timeskip 5 weeks 3 days Later. 8am in the morning. Crooked had checked on the boy every day every smoking just as much. Today karocue was going to take the boy out. He had been getting enough info to get the boy revenge. He found out a little while he slept. Amos shot the boy with some sort of invisible arrow. What kinda arrow tears a boys chest apart he might have been wrong about this crew. But he would help this boy he voided every other thing in his life to get this boy strong enough. He spoke to him in his sleep to get him to know he meant no harm. Karocue and the boy had a few conversations. Karocue went into hospital into the room. Crooked hooks made port into gesso. Waiting to give him all the info was maelstrom. They spoke for a bit in the early morning. |
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 21 2018, 07:10 PM Post #73 | |||||
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Over the course of five weeks Gran would reluctantly be forced into close company with Karocue. Reguardless of how the man continued to gain access to the boy, he did. Gran hadnt a single care fkkr Karocue, or the crew he came from. Every single one of them meant nothing. Gran hadnt experienced any kindess from the world above, and now he was being force fed kindness from the associates okf the man who sent him to the hospital. Hour after hour. Day after day. Week after week. Reguardless if he was awake or asleep. In pain or not. Day or night. Karocue would appear and speak to the young boy. Filling his mind with tales, sorrows, stories of just about anything. Gran couldnt stand it. He would only gain some mobility, but his strength was still lacking. He wouldnt even be able to cover his ears with his pillow for long periods of time. He was just forced to deal with listening to the smoker speak. The scent of smoke had become so prominent in the room that it began to smell like a gambling house. Gran would make faces. Gran would turn away. Gran did whatever he did to seem unhappy with the arrangement just short of killing himself and yet Karokue kept on! The man didn't seemed to get the message after Gran nearly tore his resting quarters to apart when they'd first met. If he had managed to maintain the same amount of strength throughout this ordeal he would have torn Gesso apart by now. But the boy was restrained or sedated constantly. So he had little in the way of stopping Karocue from appearing. Actually, the boy had such low standing that even requesting Karocue be removed did nothing. Despite the medical treatment given to him,Gran was still a fishman in the eyes of those here. He was impure, his colors were too bright, his scent was unappealing. They kept the boy under heavy surveillance at all times. Sometimes stranger would be seen peering thpught the windows, or creeping outside the room. Little did gran know that the marines and slavers alike were interested in him. On this particular morning Karokue arrived before breakfast. "What...you...here...what....you...want..." Gran spoke in his generally poor English, and he seemed more moody than usual due tok his intense hunger. He really wanted to know why the man would appear just before even a morsel of shitty food entered his hu try mouth. |
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| Karocue | Mar 21 2018, 07:29 PM Post #74 | |||||
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Karocue knew this fishman child hated him even after the long hours he spoke to him about the people. He knew the boy was angry but one thing karocue was.. Wad persistently unaware. Karocue wasn't stupid he was just a man with to much on his mind. Karocue just wanted to help. He walked in as the boy asked him what he wanted karocue laughed. [/color=purple] "Gran my boy i think i found the men.. I know you don't like me but kid you do need me. Your weak at the moment one of these days youll be able to walk away. But kid i'm here to help you kill these men will you be able to do this alone."[/color] karocue walked over to the window. Looked out side he had been noticing more marine activity he had also noticed deep in gesso a bunch of men and women coming in. The word was they were slaves. He looked outside. It was 3 marines standing out there looking up at him this was something. Crooked hook and 25 men talked over the plan. To take Karocue and this kid just for information. Information on the crew. Hook would beat it out of them if he had to. He disposed of pirates by either killing then or arresting them, Hook though they were scum of the earth worse than slaves. He hated this island it was so bland. He hated the men under them, they were so weak. Proply all of them was going to die. He didn't care as long as he got his mark. Hook watched as a group of marines soldiers approached his group there were 3 of them they were maelstrom men. They informed him that Karocue was in the hospital. He smiled and yelled. ”ok here is the plan, right now maelstrom and a squad of 4 marines are about to intercept the pirate Karocue and the child gran. I want you 28 to break into 4 groups each of the three of maelstrom men will take a group of 7 men. 1 group will send backup to maelstrom. It should only take you 30 mins to rendezvous with them. 1 group will follow but create a blockade. In middle of hospital and the docks 1 group will scour the city making sure everyone is inside and make it known anyone who isn't marine personnel will be shot, or arrested. Then they will advise what marines are on this island to make sure they set up blockades in separate areas. The remaining 4 men will stay with me. Does everyone understand” they all said sir yes sir. They all began to go the way they were ordered. Karocue smokes his Cigarette. Looked back at the boy. " well kid im going to tell you this is about to get bad kid. Might get dressed and take this." karocue handed the boy a pair of pants and a shirt and a dagger. And stepped to the door. Listening to the foot steps as the got near. Karocue pulled his two pistols from behind his back. And waited as karocue listened carefully he heard the men stop he couldn't judge how far. This was bad they probably set up outside. Karocue pulled vase near his feet. It was sitting on the bedside desk her readied to kick it outside the room. Edited by Karocue, Mar 27 2018, 12:49 AM.
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Karocue •Crew Position: Division 6 Captain • Profession Name: Carpenter/Blacksmith Purple • Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 200,000 • Location: – GrandLine Route 4 Gesso Island Name:Salazar Crew position: crewman Crew:Gambit Roulette Color speech:Dark Turquoise Commandations:0 Sd earned:0 Beli:500,000 Profession:Merchent/doc/thief/marksmen Location:East Blue Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Fudo Saiken | Mar 27 2018, 07:58 PM Post #75 | |||||
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Gran was only able to focus on a few words he understood. A good amount of words flew over his head as easily as the gulls did over this building. The lad was without much to really go off of, but he was able to understand the word need, and the context that Karocue used it. The boy was fairly acquainted with the word seeing as he'd heard it's usage millions of times at this point. There was always a need for more slaves, more property, more work, more things to endure. The boy heard the word need and he sneered a bit. He would sneer even more once he'd heard the man reference men, without any direct reference the boy understood that Karocue was talking about the slavers on Gesso. Those men were still on his mind. How couldn't they be. But next to Amos they were almost small fries. Even though they were small fries within reach. The boy had been so fixated on Amos that he'd almost entirely disregarded the slavers on the island. After all he hadn't spent enough time with them to truly know what was planned for him that fateful day. The child did however still hold vengeful emotions towards them, and all those that resembled their kind. Slavery wasn't something that the boy could stand, not that he was doing any standing recently. He wasn't in the best shape, Karocue and the intense pain told him that. Yet, despite his injuries there was much to do and possibly jot a lot of time to do it. Who truly knew how long the child had left given what he survived. All the bandages, stiches, splints, wraps, injections, and graphs told a story with no specifics. Given clothing and dagger, the boy looked up at the pirate in a confused rage. He had no idea what the man was going on about and he hardly had any ability to really move about. If something were to occur, who knew if he'd even be able to stand. His arms and legs were shot, if he pulled away from the machines would he really be better off? I guess they'd find out sooner rather than later. |
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