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| geomease | Mar 25 2018, 07:48 AM Post #61 | ||||||||||||||||
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“Miriel, Mir-E-El. And yes this is our ship… well the creature that ate our ship and we now have a stable relationship with now thanks to… suppose she’d technically our captain now, we never did formally discuss it but she gives the orders and we tend to listen so I guess that’s that. Everyone else is…” Miriel began, explaining a bit of the situation before a thought came to her. Who the hell was this woman, she had no idea, and she could be a Marine spy for all she knew. Miriel sighed; of course this wasn’t going to be simple. “Let’s not worry about details right now, you might be hurt, let me escort you to the infirmary alright, things are about to get a bit… choppy. And you’ll be safest in there. Ship; be on the lookout for them. If I had t guess they’re going to be running towards the docks pell mell with every marine on the island hot at their heels and ever lover scorned out for blood.” Miriel quipped sarcastically, as she helped pick the girl up and led her through the fleshy halls towards the infirmary to lay the girl down until the 2 ships doctors had a chance to examine her… and to lock her in the room until she was sure she wasn’t a spy. “So who are you? What’s your name? And how did you get here?” Miriel asked, trying to dig up some Intel on their newest ‘guest’. P Star carefully watched as Rune Guy ran forward, cocking his fist back and threw a punch at him, he was certain he could tank it with ease, but he had a bad feeling. The folds of flesh on the back of his neck tingled, they never let him down. Instinctively he went limp, his body beginning to bed like some kind of liquid which morphed around his punch, letting it sail right past where his massive body was. He seemed to float in mid air momentarily, lifting off the ground. He let his muscles reassert themselves, taking shape in the air right above Rune Guy as he ‘popped’ back into shape. He swung out with a fat meaty leg, aiming to kick Rune Guy in the face full force and send him tumbling away. “Talk is cheap rookie, if you’re a man act, don’t talk. Brown britches over there may be a total softie, but he does what he has to too succeed and do what he thinks is right. If it’s for the greater good, hest e type that would gladly throw away his pride, that’s the kind of man he is.” P Star shot back, anger rising up in his gut to defend his friend. It wouldn’t e long till the Marines regroup to their location and they’d be swarmed by possibly hundreds of Marines. This was a race against time now, and it was one with the deck stacked heavily against them. Even if they didn’t have the time limit, there was no guarantee that rune Guy, Cream, and Rick could win against these 2 sea monsters. All they had to do was stall the 2 until their reinforcements arrived and they’d have effectively won. Cream wasn’t doing great either, she was breathing heavily, panting and gasping for breath, beads of sweat rolling down her brow. Once again Trousington’s kind and reassuring words were getting to her, worming their way into her brain and planting seeds of doubt. She grimaced, clenching her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut so hard tears were rolling down her cheeks and clutching her head, covering her ears and trying to block out the words. “No… no no NO shut up shut up shut UUUPPPP!!!” Cream shouted, rearing back and screeching. She ran forward with a fist cocked, sloppy and reckless and threw a punch at Trousington. He could have easily avoided the attack, our caught her, or incapacitated her in a dozen ways but he didn’t, he stood there and let her strike. Her fist sank harmlessly into his soft spongy flesh. Cream lashed out again and again, her fists doing absolutely nothing as she wailed on him with all the fury of nearly a decade’s worth of pent up physical, mental, emotional, and substance abuse. Trousington just stood there and watched as her temper tantrum exhausted itself on him. She was a wreck, he was confident, now more than ever she was more a threat to herself than the public at large or the Marines. She was just a child, a broken, sad, drug addled child who’d been taken for a ride by criminals and miscreants and as soon as they had their fun with her they dumped her and left her broken inside. “It’s… almost nostalgic, is that what I had looked like back then?” Trousington thought to himself, back in her and P Star’s younger days. Life had been so simple then, take what they want, do what they want, saying fuck all to the consequences of their actions, living for the moment and nothing else. But when he showed up, challenged their beliefs, and shattered their unrealistic delusions of life. They had been raw like unformed clay, but he had molded them into perfect sculptures of Marine authority… well almost all of them. Well it was his turn now, time to pay it forward. “It’s not your fault…” He replied softly, gently draping an arm around her in a gentle embrace. Cream’s eyes widened, those 4 words hit her like a blow to the gut. She lost her strength, falling to her knees, tear and snot rolling down her face. Trousington couldn’t have possibly known what ever he had just touched, but it was a wound so old and so neglected that just those 4 words were enough to cause her to collapse. She had ceased her flailing, her fingers daggering desperately into his signature brown trousers, on her knees with her head bent down. She sucked in large, heavy breaths, hyperventilating as she suddenly felt like her world was collapsing around her. “I… I… I never… So sorry… C-Cherry… I… scared… my… my fault I…” She began to stammer, her words burring together in unintelligible burbles. She could have done something to stop it, she could have said something, but she wasn’t there. She was drunk off her ass, or hung over, or stone out of her mind, or busy with letting a group of strangers she couldn’t even remember the faces of taking turns plowing her and desecrating her body. She couldn’t even remember what she had been doing when Cherry was taken away. She had been so caught up in her excess escapist fantasies that she let her own flesh and blood be sold off like property. And when she learned what had happened… she just pretended it was no big deal and threw herself right back to that pit of fiends and wolves, letting them use and abuse her. She would have done anything to let herself forget. It would be clear to anyone that Cream had basically given up, the fact that Trousington didn’t even need to put her in handcuffs was a sign of them. He was kneeling, her head sunk against his awkwardly shaped shoulders, silently sobbing her eyes out while he draped and arm around her back. This meant that soon it would be just Rune Guy fighting alone unless he figured out a way to escape with Cream in tow. Rick groaned, managing to pull himself out of the fruit stand he had been smashed into. He stood up shakily, bruised and unsteady but alive. He looked on at the scene; neither P Star nor Trousington had noticed him yet, to focused on their current tasks to take note of the injured minion. This might be his chance, he looked to Rune Guy, hoping that the man would see him and give him some sort of signal, they needed to escape fast before all three were over run and overwhelmed by the Marines. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Mar 25 2018, 09:51 AM Post #62 | ||||||||||||||||
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The punch was going to hit, the hero was sure of it. However just like when he'd been sure that the countless women he'd talked to liked him, he got a rather fitting slap in the face. However unlike the normal soft skinned hand, and the odd tentacle, this was like something else. Firstly, it was rough and squishy at the same time, and secondly it hit a whole lot harder... And thirdly it was a leg but he'd been kicked enough times to not discriminate between appendages. The hero flew backwards, the force behind the attack stronger than he'd expected, not that he'd expected it at all. How had he managed to dodge that? He'd been oh so sure... "Yeah... He threw away his pride alright" Rune-Guy groaned. Talking always seemed to buy him some time, and he certainly needed some. His nose was aching, and he was pretty sure his lip had been busted too. He'd landed on his back, but now that he was in the sitting position he was capable of spitting out some blood which had welled up in his mouth. Gross. This weird guy really was the real deal... And despite his size he was proving difficult to hit. Looking down at his hands, the embers of his passion had ceased. Perhaps that was a sign? Out the corner of his eye he finally noticed Rick. How long had he been there? He looked worse off than the hero himself, not that it wasn't obvious who was the best. He then noticed Cream on the floor, she'd been beaten... "Crap" He stated, quickly jumping to his feet. But... There was no way that he could beat both of them on his own. The other two weren't up to fighting, and whilst he knew he could easily floor one of them, the two together were a bit much. Such cheap tactics. Attempting to be subtle, he looked over to Rick and then to the escape, tapping his foot as he did so. Run. That was what he was suggesting. He was fairly sure he could grab Cream if he was smart about it, and then he'd follow behind. Dammit, he hated using it but if he had his sword right now he'd chop these guys clean in two. They weren't worth sparing... Looking his opponent in the eyes, he hunched over in a wrestling like pose, beginning to circle and hoping that the man would understand and do the same. It was a typical man thing, right? His red runes were roaring at this point, clearly he wanted to battle this fiend! Assuming that P. Star circled like he encouraged, once he'd grown close enough to Cream and the marine, he tapped his foot again. Now was Rick's time to escape. Once the man started moving, assuming he did, Rune-Guy showed that he truly was a man, protecting the damsel in distress. Protecting might be a loose term, but he did in fact made a sudden dash for the blonde, grabbing hold of her arm and attempting to scoop her up before the spongey man could react, and knowing he had the distance. Assuming he could get a good grip, he'd put on a momentary burst of speed, the world around him becoming a blur just briefly before he appeared as a distance, where he'd then continue to run. "We need to get to the ship. If they catch us... I don't think I can fight them both. Stupid cowards!" He cried, glaring back at the two as he sprinted away, or "advancing from a different direction at a different time" as he liked to think of it. He was just hoping that Miriel had the ship ready. Yeah, that was her name! He'd never been all that much into the heavily religious looking type, not that he was entirely sure why he was thinking that right now, as he carried Cream in his arms, allowing her to drop to her feet and run too if she wished. His face was aching, his muscles moreso... He just hoped they'd get away with this. |
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| Pendrew | Mar 31 2018, 06:59 AM Post #63 | ||||||||||||||||
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"It ate you too? How'd you manage to get it to talk to you an' all that? Did you let it eat people? It tried to eat me!" Vanessa rambled on, almost missing the rest of what Miriel was saying, but she distinctly caught on at 'captain' onward. Must've been one hell of a captain to not only get eaten with the rest of the crew and survive, and then even better to control it. Maybe control was wrong Appease it, maybe, like she had to do? The sudden pause didn't give her confidence in getting her questions answered, Sighing, she shook as much of the slime off of herself as she continued waiting for her answers. "Right, no deets, gotcha!" she replied quickly, doing finger gun gestures before turning out her hands, wondering if anyone on this ship had false nails about. For now, it didn't matter, for now was simply the time to be urged along and assisted out of one room of the ship (called Ship, for easy consumption) to another fleshy room, which she recognized as an infirmary or something akin to that. Like with the other rooms, flesh and other materials seemed to be melded together horribly, with another fleshy bed to sit or lay upon. Her legs were still shaky and running up and down within the creature had tired her out. As soon as she could, she rolled onto the examination table, laying there as she twiddled her thumbs. "Me? Who am I? I'm Vanessa, uh, Metaxas?" she recited, trying to figure out what would help in this situation. The truth, she settled upon. "I'm from Jaya, quite a bit away from here, huh? I just thought this cave looked like and cool in the heat, turns out it was whatever this thing is, and I've fed it to not get fed to it. That answer your Q's?" |
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| geomease | Apr 7 2018, 08:03 AM Post #64 | ||||||||||||||||
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P Star did not have the foresight of his brown trousered former partner. All he saw was a desperate pirate clinging to the last vestiges of its ‘pride’ despite being clearly outmatched. As such he indulged the man’s deluded last fantasy, better for him to know he went down swinging. Unlike Trousington he knew how important Pride was to a man, even if it was pride about their criminal status. P Star circled him in turn, matching his hunched posture and readying to finish it with the next blow. He kicked off the ground and burst forward, clenching his fist and throwing it out. His body hardened into iron, as he angled himself down ready to finish it with a single powerful blow. His fist slammed into the ground, the added weight and mass of his Tekkai amplifying the power and causing the ground to crater, chunks of rock bursting into the air, but there was no Rune Guy in the there. He had played him, positioning himself perfectly and then darting away with his soru. Of course, as an experienced user of Soru himself he should have seen it coming. He had no idea the man knew some of the Marine’s secret techniques. “Crap Baskets…” P Star grumbled as he watched Rune Guy getting a good sized lead on him. In the moments it would take to untense his body he’d e too far behind, and with the Marines rushing in soon, he couldn’t afford to be seen least all they worked for be for nothing. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he’d have to retreat for now. Still he couldn’t help but respect the man for pulling it off. He doubted they’d make it off the island, but even still as far as last stands went, his wasn’t bad. Cream had given up, her body going limp as nearly a decade of excess and bottled up remorse crashed down on her. Even if she had the strength to move, the overwhelming sorrow of all she’d done, what she’d happen to her and those she should have cared for had broken her will to fight back. The fact that Trousington wasn’t doing anything to harm her, or even restrain her beyond giving the girl a much needed hug wasn’t helping her situation. “It’s alright Cream, you’re going to be ok, and I promise I’ll do right by you. Just come with me, we’ll get you the medical help you’ll need. You can kick this stuff, I know you can, I’ve seen it done before, and you wouldn’t have gotten this far without some serious will power. You don’t have to worry anymore, you’re nightmare is over.” Trousington explained softly. It was an exaggeration, and it was truthfully far from over. There was rehabilitation, jail and or prison, a trial, a lengthy investigation which he intended to oversee himself. In the modern age it was extremely rare for the Marines to do anything with a pirate other than throw them in shackles, lock them away, and lose the key, but it could be done. The cases were rare, and they often took a lot of leg work, but if it could be done for him and his crew, it could be done for her too. He knew the men under his command would be willing to put in the work as well, they were good honest men. And just like that it was over, he looked down, where Cream should be and saw she was gone. Looking up in surprise he saw Rune Guy in the distance, Cream carried in his arms and making a break for it. Damn it no! He was so close, he had saved her, and now he was ruining it all again! He let his observation drop, got so distracted with the pride and joy he felt for truly helping another soul that he didn’t even notice it. “NO! GET BACK HERE YOU SCOUNDREL!!” Trousington shouted a rare glimpse of anger on his face as he booked it towards him. He pulled out his den den and dialed a full alert to the islands Marine population, they were heading towards the docks, he was sure of it, they’d catch them there, he’d bet his everything on it! “Sorry… I'm so sorry… please forgive me... I'm so sorry...” Cream mumbled on looped, her body curling into a ball and burying her face into rune Guy’s broad arms and chest. She wasn’t in any condition for coherence, let alone walking, so Rune Guy would be forced to carry her. Rick had taken the queue, and started running ahead of time so they had caught up with him by now as they made their way towards the docks. They were ahead of Trousington and P Star, and if they didn’t stop they’d likely keep outpacing them at full tilt. However the Marines on the island were more organized, and were quickly swarming the docks to barricade their passage. “It’s a long and disgusting story actually, but we were eaten by an island sized monster, which had eaten this creature and our ship. We were going to be eaten but the… I don’t know I guess she's technically the captain, managed to convince it not to eat us somehow. So we sort of live inside this thing like parasites now.” Miriel explained. She listened to Vanessa’s story, she couldn’t confirm any of it but it was plausible, luring folks into its maw seemed to be the beast’s modus operandi. “Vanessa huh, well hate to break it to you but we’re likely going to be having some trouble soon. If you don’t want to get caught by the law you might want to stay in here for the time being and not be seen.” Miriel explained, they’d have to keep an eye on her for the moment, and drop her off someplace when they next make land. Ship began to lurch, sensing its wards in need of its assistance as it began to breach the surface. The Marines had formed a blockade between the advancing pirates and the docks, they’d never get through, and at least that was until the Lovecraftian horror rose up from the sea. A shadow of rock and tentacles made itself known to the Marines. Those in the back noticed it first, and their terrified screams were the only warning the Marines had. It started with a tentacle slap, a massive meaty shafted slamming down at the docks, collapsing a good portion of it and sweeping across to scatter the Marines. Their retreating forms were assailed with spit pearls the size of cannonballs and which hit just as hard. There was now a sizable hole in the Marines formation, with most of them reeling from the sudden sea monster attack. Rune guy and Rick would have a straight shot, especially when 2 tentacles moved to scoop them up and pull them into its cavernous shell. The hole inside opened for them just long enough to have them come inside, then seal up behind them. “Don’t let them get away!!” Trousington shouted, catching up with the scattered Marines just in time to see the strange cave retreating to sea and sinking beneath the water’s surface. His men opened fire, with Trousington leaping into the sea itself and giving chase with his fishman biology. He was pretty quick in the water, faster than any ship, but this thing was a sea creature in of itself, and it was outpacing him and making the surrounding waters turbulent. More importantly Trousington saw the size of this thing, was that a Kraken? It was clear that they had escaped; he’d need to file his report, and make some declarations. He’d pursue them, and he’d save Cream if it was the last thing he’d do. He had to do it before she was past the point of no return. Meanwhile Miriel would likely be alerted by Rune Guy carrying around a near comatose Cream in his arms, the ship quickly making a room for her to be treated in. “What the hell happened to her?! Also this is Vanessa, she got swallowed up by ship.” Miriel asked, and explained about the other strange girl with them. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 7 2018, 02:43 PM Post #65 | ||||||||||||||||
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"She's ours, you'll never take our pride and joy!" Rune-Guy howled at his long gone foes as he held the upset blonde above his head like a prize he'd won. Hollering his declaration and claim, he soon held Cream close to his chest again, surprisingly tightly for someone that tended to encourage her... Less favourable traits. He turned towards Rick whilst running and nodded confidently to him. They'd escaped the biggest danger to them and with his confidence still high as a kite, and his ego even higher, he was confident anything they ran into from here would be easy as pie... Or, Pye he supposed. Speaking of: "You look like crap. I mean, figuratively of course, you still look great. Anyway, here's something that'll pep you up" Out of one of his various pockets the hero pulled a can of beer, one of several he'd managed to nab off of the Bro Pirates they'd recently had a run in with. With one hand he carried the blonde and the other he popped the top off of it, handing it to her and nodding politely yet sternly to her. Though perhaps bad timing, he knew this acted even better than medicine for her, and whilst the quality wasn't amazing, the alcohol content would be more than enough to drown most of her sorrows. As his feet hammered into the floor, he heard a cry from the square marine to stop them, which of course, would prove inefficient. However the barricade up ahead might prove some sort of issue... "Dammit, if I had my sword... I swear I'll come back for you my beauty. I mean, uh, my other beauty. You're my main girl Cream, I swear by it" Thankfully his totally not compensating sword wasn't here to hear those words of blasphemy, else he was sure she'd get upset. He still hadn't named her, but when he did it would be a momentous occasion, although he knew it'd be a long time till he saw her again. If she was in marine hands then... Well, he'd mount a rescue mission, just like he had for Cream moments ago. Continuing to lug the blonde, him and Rick charged towards the marine, with the hero gone pirate ready to punch anyone in his way, hoping that'd do the trick. However once again their trusty ship... Steve or something, was there to help them, throwing marines left and right and pelting them with questionable orbs of questionable power. He charged towards the ship, eager to escape the fight outside, any attacks thrown his way missing only through sheer luck, and the odd save from Mr.Tentacle. Funnily enough, the saves continued, as tentacles shot out to grab the normal inhabitants, throwing them into its maw and quickly diving to safety. "Save this for your spare time with Cream, not me!" He cried as he fell down, down into the depths of the creature, landing just about on his feet to come face to face with Miriel, the nun that he had questioning thoughts about. His momentum halted there, which led him to almost launch Cream, which thankfully he didn't due to the phrasing of that being awful, and the implications much worse. The questioning he received was... Well, in some ways fairly useless due to his denseness in this current state. Sure he knew she was a bit depressed right now, but it was mostly just the fact she hadn't had a drink. Another day he'd start giving her therapy or something, but not right now. "She had a run in with a marine, stupid backstabber with no guts and not an inch of manliness about him. Also, hi Vanessa, afraid unless you're able to swim really well you're gonna be stuck with us for a while, but I do not mind that at all. I'm Rune-Guy, you might have heard of me, but if not I'll fill you in on the important stuff... Later on." He chuckled, trying to make a rather... Decent first impression. Of course judging by the movement of the ship they were already decending, so he was fairly sure that now with all the marines about, it'd be a terrible time for a pretty young girl to suddenly emerge. Though if she happened to be a mermaid for instance, well, he certainly wouldn't be about to let her head out into those dangerous waters... So either way she was firmly stuck here with them, diving into the depths of the ocean or something. His focus returning to Cream, he looked at her damaged form with a heavy heart. He'd make this right... He just needed time, and a little more reading of some psychology books, and many many more reserves of alcohol. |
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"So, what you're saying is, this is like some weird turducken scenario you've got going on?" She shrugged, once again looking around the flesh prison she found herself in. "Kinda gross, living inside a turducken. At least you have your trusty captain to charm these beasties! Plus, Ship seems to be very eager to help if you feed him and junk, so..." she trailed off, interrupted by what sounded like a loud, sweeping motion as the entire island-creature-thing rumbled and moved, almost as if it was firing up and pushing off from the island itself. Whilst Miriel explained that Vanessa should stay out of sight, she nodded along, only to follow the nun to some safer haven as the creature began to move in earnest now, trying her best to stay on her feet as the creature seemed to jerk around. Then, from the ceiling came a bright light, the entire section of the creature open to the outside elements, followed immediately by a man's yelling and the figure himself dropping all the way to the bottom. What surprised her was his skill to stay stood upright and not squmple as he touched down, making an almighty squealch. As she tried to back off, she caught sight of another person in his arms, a small blonde who must've been this so-called captain, but she seemed in a bad way. That... looked like Miriel's original plan out the window, as the ship around them reconfigured into a kind-of operating room. No longer really expected to hide, she approached the tanned doctor (at least he appeared to be a 'doctor') and waved, finding no hand free to shake. So much for meeting formally. "Hihi there! I could swim, but I'd prolly be slow!" she smiled, shrugging as she listened to the commotion outside, trying to act cool and cheerful despite everything going on. With marines apparently hounding them and the ship moving at a much more rapid pace, she could understand why now wasn't the time for a concise history, but she couldn't just stand around. "Um, assuming you need it, I could try and help do whatever you need of me. Not very... handy, but I'll try." |
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| geomease | Apr 18 2018, 08:10 AM Post #67 | ||||||||||||||||
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Cream was mostly unresponsive, she had taken the bottle of beer that Rune Guy had given her mid chase and was nursing it like a babe suckling from her mother’s teat. The bitter brew washed down her throat, and a familiar haziness began to take over. She sipped deeper from the memory erasing elixir and soon enough all thoughts of reformation or facing her troubles were once again being washed away. Cream hadn’t taken notice of the newcomer, still curled up in a fetal position in Rune Guy’s arms, clutching the bottle of brown liquor with both hands like it was her only lifeline in a storm. Soon after she finished the bottle she succumbed to a stupor induced slumber. Cream would awaken several hours later the ship out at sea and far away from the Marines who had intended to pursue them. She woke up and let the fears and opens wounds she had suffered before roll off her. Putting o her mask of typical bubbliness she greeted everyone friendly enough, made a nice meal for everyone, gave a pleasant but very very abbreviated greeting to Vanessa before forcibly dragging Miriel, Rick, and if he was around Rune Guy to her room with gusto. There she proceeded to beckon them all too mercilessly give her what for in her usual way, though she seemed far more interested in her partners being rough and aggressive with her this time, she certainly seemed to enjoy herself during the act at least. After several hours of debauchery and letting herself be used she stared up at the ceiling of the living ship. Rick and Miriel was passed out, having gone to curling up into each other’s arms in their exhaustion leaving Cream alone, a third wheel in their bizarre open relationship. Her body bruised and sore from the misadventures on the island and after having been pinned under the 2 lovers for several hours she touched her arm experimentally and winced. Holding her arm straight up above her head she examined her pale skin, caked in sweat, covered in bruises, and slathered in other things. She gasped the air, as if imagining she was reaching for something forever out of reach. She felt like she was underwater, everything hazy and heavy, sank at the bottom and unable to escape its watery death drip. She rolled to her side, seeing a bottle of top shelf liquor on her night stand. She rolled herself to a sitting position on the side of her bed, frowning in a melancholy way as she took the bottle and brought it to her lips, taking a deep swig and letting the burning sensation wash down her throat. She fought back the gag, having long since suppressed her gag reflex, and gave a sad sigh. Everything was back to normal… “Trousington… you know that we appreciate your efforts here, sine you took command crime has been at an all time low, but I think you’re taking this case a bit to personally. They’re criminal’s, and they won’t be coming back to your jurisdiction. Just let it go and let someone else deal with them.” The Rear Admiral grumbled, leaning back in his chair. They’d been having this discussion for over an hour, ever since h got Trousington’s thrice damned report. Of course the squeaky clean Marine would pick up a lost cause like this. “Sir, with all due respect, that’s hogwash! I saw them with my own two eyes, she’s not some cold hearted criminal, and I doubt the things she did to get her bounty in the first place were all rumors and exaggeration too. I think we should reopen the Desertia case, something doesn’t add p and we’re being played for fools!” Trousington responded, pounding his yellow fist on the deck resulting in a high pitched squeak. The Rear Admiral groaned and massaged his brow. “Have you considered that she was just lying to you, getting you to feel sorry for her so it would be easy for her and her cronies to slip away. You said it yourself, that Rune Guy jumped at the chance to settle things with violence.” He attempted to reason. Though he knew it was futile truthfully, Trousington was distinctly driven to do what he felt was morally right. It was an admiral, if not insufferable quality for a Marine to have. “Unless she could fool my minds eyes, which I doubt she could, I know she was telling the truth, or at least what she had been led to believe was true. Talking about giant monsters and fighting undead armies? Sounds like drug induced hallucinations to me. They fact that she started having them right after she supposedly met up with a notorious pirate on the island, sounds like he pick up a young confused girl and took her for a ride to me. That’s WHY I want to reopen this investigation. If she isn’t at fault here, if she really is just a victim, that means the REAL criminal is still out there, doing this to who knows how many other kids. He could be single handedly rising, whether intentional or not, an entire new generation of pirates, junkies, and criminals! He MUST be brought to justice, and we won’t deliver hot steamy justice if we just stick our heads in the sand!” Trousington shot back. The Rear admiral groaned, he had a point, a lot of things didn’t add u, and the fact that the most recent sightings of Cream didn’t show many of the cohorts that made her infamous, the speculation was starting to feel like more than that. This was going to mean a mountain of paperwork. “Besides that… she WANTS to get better. I’m telling you all I did was talk to her a bit, and I managed to convince her to surrender peacefully. She didn’t even put up a fight once I got a dialogue going, it was only that Rune Guy criminal egging her on that got her to resist. As soon as she was exposed the first thing she did was propose a challenge that would see that no one not involved got hurt, and all casualties on both sides would be dropped to zero, and I can tell you she was honest about that! She’s gotten this far into the Grand Line without a single incident of note, does that sound like a hardened criminal? Our job as Marines is to protect those who cannot protect themselves from the evils of this world. Well right now I see a good girl, who was taken from her home by a pirate, led down a dark path of addiction an crime, and is being kept there by enablers who don’t want her to rise above so they lose their ‘toy’ to play with. Right now she’s more a danger to herself than to others. I can save her, and I WILL save her!” Trousington shouted with steely determination in his eyes, the Rear Admiral gave a defeated sigh. “Even if I say no, you’re going to find a way to pursue this aren’t you…” He grumbled, Trousington nodded in agreement. “Fine, alright I’ll let you have your way. But keep in mind this is now YOUR case, your job. Aside from your standard crew you will be pursing her and all leads on your own, pending any need for emergency assistance from our allies and fellow Marines should you be in the area. This whole thing is now YOUR responsibility. If things escalate, you have to end it, one way or another; even if that means putting her and the rest of them down understand?” He ordered. Trousington steeled himself, he didn’t want to, but it was possible that he’d have to put her down if the situation grew worse. “Understood sir, I won’t fail you.” The square Marine replied. “Good, I’ll see what I can do about the woman’s bounty, see if I can’t have it stay the same or at least changed to ‘wanted alive only’, but that was a very public display she put on and even if it didn’t resort in anything but minor Marine injuries… which your men were strangely reluctant to report on who was responsible for them, it was still a very open and known event. I see no need to hold back on Rune Guy’s criminal exploits though, I’m assuming you agree?” He asked. “Of course not, he was primarily to blame for the escalation after all.” Trousington agreed. “Good, shifting the blame to him as the mastermind can help distract the public outrage from her to him, make your job a bit easier. I personally think it’s a lost cause, a tiger can’t change its strips after all.” He chuckled darkly. “I did sir.” Was all Trousington responded as he excused himself. The Rear Admiral didn’t have a response to that, what could he say, he was absolutely right. A shining example of everything a Marine should strive to be, and he was a former reformed criminal. Trousington walked out of the office his head held high. To do this, he was going to need to get the gang back together, and he knew just where to start. [final posting round] |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 18 2018, 02:06 PM Post #68 | ||||||||||||||||
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"I'm sure it'll be fine, unless you're any good at making alcohol, need something extra special right now" The hero commented before carrying Cream back to her room. The place was about the same as he remembered it, apart from the fact that there was a clear muscular wall present now. It was actually kind of creepy, as was the rest of the ship, however the blonde seemed completely fine with it. She seemed to find uses for it in fact, though he wasn't particularly interested in any of that. After dropping her on her bed, he paused for a moment. Slowly he sighed, and wandered over to the unconscious girl, pulling the covers up to above her shoulders and smiling briefly at her. She'd be fine for now, she was back home where she belonged after all. Perhaps he'd have Brycen look her over at some point. By the time the blonde had awoken and was searching for people to spend some time with, Rune-Guy had already found himself another store of alcohol, and had made his way through a few cans, beginning to feel the effects. In fact, he was more than eager to go and help soothe her wounds and whatnot when called upon, and headed on over to do just that, leaving their new accidental capture alone to wander once again. He didn't particularly care or notice though, too busy fighting Miriel and Rick for dominance. "I'll be back later" The hero slurred after a few hours, wandering off into the depths of the ship, shirtless as usual. Something felt off, but he couldn't quite figure out what. He'd already decided that he'd help Cream out at some point, and when their new member finally came to mind he merely shrugged the thought off. She couldn't escape, so it wasn't like she'd find any value in stealing any of his stuff. Finally is dawned on him, bringing his fairly decent mood crashing down. "My sword..." He grumbled, filled with depression as he wandered off towards his room to go and complain about how that spineless sponge had stolen his weapon and stolen his victory. However when he opened his door, he noticed something laid on the floor. His eyes widened as despite his mildly intoxicated form, he could figure out the metal blur on the floor was in fact his weapon. He cheered loudly and knelt down beside it, noticing something stuck to it. Holding the square up, he began bringing it closer to his eyes until he could finally work out the sentence "Rick Rick Rick Rick". He sighed, smiled, and then brought the weapon over to its mantle on his wall. He'd have to thank the guy later by having a beer with him or something. Or... Maybe he was already thanking him by giving him some time with Cream. He shrugged, aware he'd forget all about it before actually thanking him. "Well, I suppose that's that. Funny how everything works out." [Exit] |
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"I can... apparently make decent enough carrot juice, but... not my chosen skill, no." Vanessa shook her head, putting on her best smile as she watched Rune-Guy carry off his captain, no, their captain away to some side theatre to give them medical treatment. With the pair now gone, she had zero idea on what to next, and so sat on one of the fleshy chairs and awaited their return. She produced some kind of rubber ball from some place on the ship, and began to bounce it against the nearest not-flesh wall, until it became a simple routine whilst she tried to curb her boredom. Finally, after what felt a very long time by her brain's standards, Cream returned from her ward of sorts, gave a swift though polite greeting, and before the stowaway-but-not-quite could thank her for not having her thrown back out the monster ship's maw, she'd whisked off the rest of her actual crew for something. From the sounds of it, exercise? Surely, she'd had enough trauma thrown at her for one da-- Oh. That wasn't excercise. But, with the four of them otherwise occupied, it gave the cyborg another chance to move off into the ship and have a look for two things: her belongings, and some more superglue. She soon found all her supplies, her bag and her prized paint-ball gun after trudging back along and through fleshy tunnels, some of which she found led nowhere, though getting lost wasn't quite as scary when you weren't being threatened with digestion. Eventually, though, she ran out of fleshy spaces to explore, deciding to try her luck in the ruined remains of the crew's old ship. There, she could dig through whatever was left in relative safety, and there was a lot of metal scrap to maybe wrangle into something a lot cooler later on. For now though, with the big economy sized pack of glue and her false nails in hand, she could do at least one thing to make herself useful. Maybe once the lot of them were done, she could offer some other assistance. For now, she was content. [Exit post] |
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
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