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When the Fish go Fishing
Topic Started: Oct 1 2017, 08:55 PM (543 Views)
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Jona Tungsten stood on the bow of a small dinghy with his hands on his waist. His bare chest pressed forward, challenging the oncoming wind and rain. Wet black hair glistened as it flowed behind him like a cape. Thunder roared and the sky cracked apart with light; the air reverbed like a metal pipe struck with a hammer. Amidst this stormy sea, Jona and his tiny ship looked more like an ant on a leaf than a man facing the elements.

Despite the terror at hand, the man himself showed no fear. Rather, his grin split his face like a ravine, ear to ear, and he belted out joyous laughter.

This was the beginning of the Grand Line, a world of wind and storm. It was a baptism that--like the many who came before--Jona had to face.

Stepping down from the deck as the mighty blue waters shifted, Jona grabbed hold of a paper stack and unfurled them one more time. His grin grew more wild.

He flipped through the papers, and the faces of four fishmen appeared alongside a summons addressed to all marines and bounty hunters in the area.

"I've always wanted to test my might against a fishman," said Jona. His eyes sharpened as the dark shadow of an island finally appeared on the horizon. The storm above began to break at the same time. Beams of morning sun broke through black clouds like fire eating through dry fields. The waves receded and the world seemed to calm.

Jona was left standing on his ship, drenched and cold. His hair fell and matted down, sticking to his bare skin like seaweed.

His expression didn't change. Instead it grew more fervent.

Jona leaned back and inhaled. His chest puffed out like a bag of air. Then, with all his strength, he roared to the heavens; to let the Gods above know that even their storms couldn't stop him.

"Cactus Island, the first of many stops on my journey," spoke Jona with a wild look in his eyes. "I wonder if there are any dragons here."
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Thick sleek black boats trudged through the wet sludge. The boats sank deep into the muck with each step and emerged with a coat of sediment on them. The filthied boats belonged to a towering figure which stood erect at a fifteen feet. The large masked figure dwarfed the stone tombstones beneath him. The figure wore a strange cracked white clay mask of a mythological "Tengu". Behind him was a thick metal chain attached to a large seven foot coffin. The pendent like coffin swayed as it hung from the mans back. The wooden casket was wrapped in white bandage and nailed tightly shut. Drops of water began pouring down the wooden crate. The sudden emergence of rain and hail at the bewitching hour.

The figure was climbed the steep peak of Whisky Mountain. Lined by a multitude of graves. His strange colored eyes scanned each one. He stopped the moment he reached one. The grave was entitled "John W. Walters". He knelt down and set the sarcophagus like box next to him to the side. With his hand he began a series of furious swipes through the muck. Thump! his claw like finger nails had encountered solid resistance. Removing the soil he grasped the edge of the coffin. The rain was quick to fill up the crater where the coffin lay. The water quickly reached the man's waist as he snapped open the coffin door. There lay a decomposed body of a humanoid figure.

Moments later,

The figure was walking in the opposing direction the crate no longer swaying behind him. The dirt around the coffin had been patched once more.

Thirty minutes after,

A dim lit room held tools and crude surgical equipment on a metal tray. The body of the decomposed human lay on the metallic surgical table. The figure had now pulled its mask off to reveal the face of a man. His woman like features were striking - though male he could be described as beautiful. His hair was pulled into a samurai knot. His eyes were of two strange colors. Scars lined his face and the sides of his mouth. He hovered over the body - inspecting it. He lowered himself down to the rotting flesh where he stuck out his purple tongue. His moist tongue then lined the crevices of the decomposed skull. His eyes rolled back as he tasted the strange flesh.

Leaning back he took a strange power saw and began to lower the blade. The high pitched blade screamed as it cut through bone.

Forty minutes later,

The man sat with his shirt off. Strange scars lined his body with metallic pieces all throughout. In his hand he held a human heart. He reached over to a compartment under his left breast. He opened the circular compartment and reached in to place the heart. Connected now to a series of wires it began to jolt to life and beat in a rhythm. He closed the compartment and sat back.

Reaching for a news paper he dropped his own card entitled "Vain the Monstrosity Bounty Hunter". Vain paid no attention as he flipped through the pages. The series of crimes were recently out of control. It bothered him due to it being in his strange holy land. His walls lined with strange ornaments and symbols of an ancient religion that was known to be banned for its extreme cruelty and psychotic practices. He rose his thumb to his mouth and took a bit. The blood began to spill and leaked onto the ground. It sizzled and steam rose from it as it burned a small hole into the wooden floor. The man under lined a section of the paper. The paper began to crinkle and burn. Above the burn was the article entitled "Fishmen attack! Heavy Anchor society on Cactus!". He smirked.

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Jona's ship slipped into port with tattered sails and a weather-worn hull. It looked as if it had come from a war zone rather than a typhoon, and the man standing on the bow looked like a soggy pile of beef. His once perky mustache drooped down like a fu manchu.

Jona disembarked and made his way inland, towards the city. He paid no dock fees, using the open letter as his introduction.

The city was a city under siege. Jona could see it in the eyes of the people. They moved slow but their hands and eyes were watching their merchandise like hawks. They regarded the massive and buff Jona like a pest rather than a man. They had been faced with a daunting and dangerous opponent.

Some wore injuries like carnival prizes. Despite arms in slings and legs in casts, men continued to work their normal lives. Their bodies were broken but Jona could smell a fierce aura emanating from them. Here in the Grand Line, even the normal civilians carried with them the scent of death and war.

All around, on every free surface, were bounty posters. Those four fishman faces were everywhere, and it kindled Jona's excitement. What could be more manly than facing down a dangerous criminal, a fishman no less, with his bare hands?

A righteous anger boiled in Jona's mind, keeping his excitement at bay. These were good people suffering here. He couldn't just jump into the fray and risk these criminals escaping.

Jona walked towards the Cactithedral, the central point of the city. The open letter to all local bounty hunters and marines was penned by a Cardinal Leeroy... And Jona intended to meet him.

Who better to gather information from than the original source, after all.

Jona was a newcomer. Unfamiliar with the lay of the land, he could only rely on others to help him lest he find himself under a rain of gunfire in ambush.

With a stout back and an incredible posture, Jona stepped into the Cactithedral more like a prince than a Bounty Hunter.

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Edited by KileyBarker, Oct 2 2017, 10:01 PM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Vain reached over to a pile of neat organized cigars. He picked one up with his index and middle finger using the support of his thumb. He lit the cigar and placed it into his mouth. The warm sensation of the tobacco filling his lungs caused his muscles to relax. he exhaled slowly the calm smoke easing away his burdens. His eyes glanced back at the paper. "Fishmen" his deep toned voice echoed throughout the silent room. "Vavavava..." he lightly chuckled before taking another puff.

He folded the paper in half using his left hand and set it to the side. Leaving the cigar in his mouth he reached for his black cloak. He took another large puff before smashing the lit stick against the ash tray - the table rocked as he did so. He placed the mysterious black coat over himself. The white smiling face stitched perfectly to how his own face looked. His large collar concealed his face. He exited his home - making sure to lock the door.

On his way, he noticed the stares and gazes of a great many people. Vain paid them no attention. It would be fifteen minutes into him arriving at the Cactithedral. He swung open the doors and walked through. The cries and moans of those mourning the dead filled the room. Once more he paid them no attention. Instead he made his way past a large veiled room. The hall decorated like some strange black room had rows of red. Inside, priests would cry and morn over those who have parted.

Vain took a seat in the back row. He closed his eyes and began to chant rhythmically. He was in some sort of trance as he recited some strange things. A moment later, he had gotten up and began walking through the halls. He was wandering at this point. His eyes fixated on the floor. He began reciting and chanting strange things. He stopped as he was looking down at a man. Towering at 15 feet over a height of 6 feet. the black cloaked figure looked down upon the man. He simply stared and didn't say anything else for quite some time. He did not say anything to the muscular man before looking down, chanting, and continuing to walk.

He would not stop unless the man called out to him. If he did so, he would turn around and gaze at him before speaking. His strange colored eyes piercing the man. If gazed upon they would look like a grey constellation with strange spiraling planets - clearly this man was not fully human.

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OOC: Sorry for being slow on this one. Wanted to post last night but got distracted some something silly.


Jona walked into the Cactithedral. Inside, he found himself surrounded by colors and prayer. It startled him to see such a somber place.

Jona had always been an active and positive man, but even he had trouble dealing with the strange atmosphere inside the most holy building on Cactus Island. It was as if the very air itself was filled with a mood dampening poison.

Still, Jona was never one to back down from a challenge! His eyes sharpened and he stood taller than before. He gazed around at the decorations and grinned.

It was at this moment that Jona finally noticed the elephant in the room... Or rather, the 15 foot tall cloaked man.

Jona, with his hands on his hips, leaned backwards in order to see the entirety of the tall man in front of him.

Just as Jona was about to speak, the tall man walked past him away from the pulpits. He seemed to be mumbling something.

"Excuse me, sir!" Jona called out to the tall man. "I wonder if you may know where Cardinal Leeroy might be?"

The tall cloaked man was clearly not a member of the clergy, so why would Jona ask him such a question? The answer was clear: only a non-human could be that tall and have such strange purple eyes... And Jona was on this island to hunt a group of non-humans.

In Jona's mind, this 15 foot tall monstrosity was, most likely, a fishman in disguise!
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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OOC: no worries man lets keep it rolling!

The man stopped. His head slowly swung around to look behind him at. The ominous purple eyes peered at the man. His cape fluttered as he turned to inspect the brawny man. He felt a sense of pleasure seeing such confidence being exuded. Yes - it wasn't every day that someone saw this hulking figure and completely avoided him. He lowered his head and gazed down at the man - Vain was curious. Underneath his mask he smiled - the wrinkles showing at the top of his cheeks bones.

"I will take you. I am going there as well". The large figure turned his cape fluttering as he did so. He began storming off in the direction of the central hall. His arrogant yet sluggish stride showed off his own confidence. Soon, they would reach a large metallic golden door. The designs worn down and chiseled at. It was as though someone had clawed at the door. Vain did not flinch. He pushed the large metallic door open and walked through.

Inside, a large portly man was waiting. His mustache was well kept and twirled with cacti-bees wax. He wore a monocle and was staring at a large statue of some black figure with distorted eyes, multiple heads and strange twisted appendages. The man stood in the back - towering over everything else. He seemed displeased. Vain did not speak. He liked the sense of mystery. Instead, he waited for this built man to speak instead. His eyes watched him like a hawk. Always watching.

He would wait to see what the man would do. If he did not do anything Vain would be the one to approach him. However, it would take quite a long time for him to do so. The figure preferred to stay in the corner - obscured from view. Vain liked the shadows. The black darkness gave him a feeling of pure ecstasy. What would the other man now do? Tick...tock.

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The tall cloaked figure replied in a way Jona didn't quite expect.

With an offer to visit the Cardinal together, Jona could only nod his head in approval. He couldn't let this fishman assassinate the Cardinal!

...

At the same time he couldn't just keep assuming the cloaked man was a fishman. He could also be three 5-foot midgets stacked on top of each other under a cloak.

Jona searched his mind, looking for a way to prove his hypothesis...

A true man couldn't just make bad assumptions about a tall person... Or three midgets in a trench coat for that matter!

On their walk, Jona realized he can ask questions of the tall man to prove if he's a fishman!

The duo approached the Cardinal's door and found the fat man worshipping some kind of strange demonic idol.

The three midget-fishmen under a trench coat stood in the back of the room, beckoning Jona to take the lead.

A manly light flashed through Jona's eyes as he stepped forward, exposing his rippling back muscles to the fishman.

"Hello!" Jona called out. "Are you Cardinal Leeroy?"

The fat man turned around, an ugly expression on his face.

"Yes. I am. Now who is bothering me during my prayer... Oh my!" The Cardinal stopped talking the moment he caught sight of the two strangers in the room. He seemed to take a defensive stance. Jona could smell danger emanating from him.

"Hello, Cardinal," spoke Jona in a civil tone. "I am a Bounty Hunter. I received your summons from one of the News Coos. My name is Jona Tungsten, at your service."

The Cardinal visibly relaxed a bit after Jona's introduction. He seemed to have been on edge. Jona couldn't blame him. The entire island seemed to be suffering, after all.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Tungsten," said the Cardinal, his eyes glancing between the two strangers. "But what about your tall friend there?"

Jona pointed to the obviously three fishmen midgets in a trenchcoat using purple light dials to simulate glowing eyes, "This fellow gave me directions here. I don't speak for him..."

Jona paused and looked directly at the triple-decker-midget-fishman and gave a warm smile, "I didn't catch your name earlier, friend."

It was at this point Jona realized that just asking for a name wouldn't prove that the guy was actually three midget fishmen in a disguise...

"And do you like water?"

Nailed it.
Edited by KileyBarker, Oct 5 2017, 11:19 AM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Vain's eyes shifted between the muscular man and Cardinal Leeroy. He listened quietly from his corner. Vain wasn't inclined to speak. He felt at ease in the silence and distance. Vain's gaze lifted from the men and up onto the statue behind them. He outlined the strange vanity and detail crafted into such a marvelous statue. Vain's interior monologue ended when he heard Jona's full name. A bounty hunter he said. Interesting.

A smirk crept from under Vain's coat. He eye'd the man as he approached him. Joan's stride was confident and boastful. The intrigue in Vain's eyes grew. He followed him along as though Jona was a strange animal. Vain looked up. "Vain" the booming voice echoed. "Vain JaggerJohnson". His low register reverberated throughout the empty hall.

Then came Jona's strange question. Water? He much preferred blood. Yet that wasn't an appropriate social response. Instead he remained silent for a few moments before choosing not to answer. Vain's eyes looked down on the Cardinal.

His small stitched patch opened from the many on his coat. Out flew a few papers which danced around the Cardinal before falling to the ground. The cardinal looked puzzled. He peered at the wanted posters before back up to Vain. "This is my purpose".

Cardinal Leeroy knelt down and picked up one of the posters. He fiddled his monocle to inspect the paper. "Ah yes. We are requesting aid from you lot. We believe we have located the fishman's hide out. However, we lack the man power to charge their stronghold. That is where you two come in" The cardinal had a jolly inflection in his tone.

"50% before the task." Vain seemed to know what he was doing. "20% extra for a joint job. Liability" He groaned looking at Jona. They both knew he was referring to the water comment. Vain kept his eyes on Jona - curious to see if he would interject with his own rate.
Edited by ShadowBlade, Oct 5 2017, 11:53 AM.

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The Grand Line was a paradise for those with bounties, and Red Rust was getting quite eager to find some stronger bounties to hunt. It was already a joy for him, getting to Cactus Island. Prior to his arrival, he had turned in a decent bounty and commandeered his ship temporarily. Of course, being a ship only made for the Blues, it had become unusable after reaching the shores of the island. Rust had barely made it onto the rocky coast, jumping off the ship last minute before it crashed into some rocks. His tumble onto shore was mildly painful, but nothing he could not just walk off. He had everything he needed on him; his blade, food and water, his prosthetic attachments, a net, and something quite personal. Taking the pair out, he ogled his treasure in joy, before looking around gingerly to make sure nobody saw that. With haste, he stuffed his treasure back into its designated hidey hole on his body. Rust would make better use of it later. In private, of course.

Catching view of the dim lights in the distance, Rust tied his cowl tighter and treaded on. The town was supposed to be some kind of strange town revolving around mourning the dead if he remembered correctly.

What a joke, Red Rust thought to himself. The dead stay dead. No use crying over spilled milk, especially when the milk already dried up.

After a nice, long walk through the rocky terrain, Rust had made it to the town. How utterly despicable these people were. Spitting to the side, he decided to trudge on, looking for a place to spend the night. Getting in his way, however, was a random piece of paper that caught itself on his face. Rust grabbed it with his wooden claw, about to rip it up, but the contents caught his eye before he could tear it all the way through. Something about new possible targets did pique his interest. Starting to giggle, Rust had thoughts of putting someone’s head where their heart was and vice versa.

Finding the Cactithedral after asking for some directions, which he almost threw up doing because of the stupid religion going on there, Rust headed inwards, looking around the large interior. Quite a few people were sitting on the benches, praying to those long dead. Did they even deserve pity? Regardless, he saw some figures head through a metal door. The room seemed important. It was likely where the Cardinal was. Taking his claw off, Rust hooked it onto his belt, next to his metal clamp. If he was going to be taking a job, he had to be prepared for the kill. Lifting the scissor-blade off his hip, he attached it to his prosthetic, sheath still on, as to not alert anybody. Yet. Rust opened the door slowly, letting it creak. Once fully open, he walked on inside with a sadistic grin on his face. The metal bottom of his sheath dragged along the ground, pulling his right arm backwards.

Ignoring the other two, he walked up to the the Cardinal, forcefully asking, “Do you want this job done right? How much blood do you want to be splattered across the walls?” Snickering, Rust brought his blade to the front of him and slammed the sheath into the ground, “I can do the job right.”
Edited by Dasher, Oct 7 2017, 05:46 AM.
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The very tall man who named himself Vain JigglyJackhammer was clearly not a fishman. Jona made certain by asking a clever question only a true genius could decipher the meaning of. No fishman would pass up an opportunity to talk about how much they liked water...

It's worth noting that Jona had never met a fishman once in his life before.

Though, just because Jona was certain Vain JobberJamboree wasn't a fishman, it didn't mean he wasn't three midgets stacked up on top of one another under a big coat!

Jona, of course, completely passed over Vain JoggingJumper's money talk.

It was at this point a new player entered the game. Once more Jona went on alert. This new guy looked human shaped, but with all those clothes on he could clearly be a fishman in disguise as well. Perhaps the most damning piece of evidence was the rust on the fella's armor.

What rusts metal? Oxygen.

What has Oxygen in it? Water.

Clearly this new fellow was a fishman and Vain JacuzziJazzman was three midgets in a trench coat.

Jona shook his head. He couldn't just assume this new Rusty person was a fishman. After all, he could just be a tin man who got caught in the rain. At least he looked to be in a human shape, unlike the tall one.

The Cardinal seemed less concerned about the identities of the strangers in his office than the fact that they were in it at all. Jona pitied the man for his lack of intelligence. Clearly he lacked the manly drive it took to discipline oneself and learn.

"It seems," Jona spoke, interrupting all the shenanigans "That the three of us are here for the same reason."

Jona posed with his chest out, his muscles rippling like fireworks, and his mustache perfectly framing his face. This was his test for the Rusty one. No human man could resist remarking what a manly cut of meat Jona was when he took this pose. Surely, should the fella resist, it meant he was a fishman!

The Cardinal, though, seemed to want nothing with Jona's shenanigans anti-fishman investigation. The Cardinal called out of the room and soon another person entered.

The last person to enter the room looked less like a priest and more like a battle-hardened ass-kicking warrior paladin. The dude was decked out in golden armor, covered in battlescars, and almost looked to be glowing. On his hip was an amazing mace.

Jona was smitten. Such a manly spectacle almost put a tear in his eyes.

"This is Cardinal House, he's a warrior priest and is one of the best fighters on the island. He'll lead you three and any other Bounty Hunters that may show up in an assault," said Cardinal Leeroy, finding himself much more calm with the safety of his Paladin at close hand.

"Hello, my name is Cardinal House, as my friend Leeroy said,"

Oh god, even his voice was manly. It sounded heavensent. Jona forgot entirely about proving if Rusty was a fishman.

While Jona was out of his gourd, the new Paladin explained the situation about the fishmen in the sandy Cactus hills and even talked about payment rewards, revealing to Vain JaywalkJunkman that they couldn't offer him half payment upfront because they had no way of knowing how much money they'd take in from the Fishmen bounties total. That and the rewards would be presented according to merit.

Jona, of course, didn't hear a damned word. He simply nodded his head. His eyes were filled with something that looked way too much like lust. He wanted to fight the Paladin.
Edited by KileyBarker, Oct 8 2017, 03:32 AM.
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Abrasive. That was the only words Vain could conjure. The hulking figure had said his peace however - giving information on his services. He kept in the distance. The man awaited the response from the Cardinal. He remained silent. Jona spoke up - insinuating that the three of them work together. 30%... Vain calculated.

His gaze shifted as the battle ready monk appeared. Vain's gaze was analytical. He watched the mans movements, his breathing, the inflections in his voice. His obsession with gathering data was near compulsion. Perhaps a deluded paranoia stemming from a dark past.

"I'm not sure how many of you will arrive but it may be best to debrief you partially on our plan"

Vain stared intently from the corner as the Cardinal spoke.

"We'll speak more when the others arrive. However, we were thinking about a strategic invasion. We'll be covering underground, land, and aerial assaults."

Vain narrowed his eyes. The man spoke as though he were well versed in military tactic. Perhaps the saint had a much darker past. From underneath his coat he licked his lips - a sinister grin hidden from view.

"We're thinking about dividing everyone in to teams. You three seem to be perfect for our first wave of assault. Though seeing as no one else has gotten here - I was wondering if you three would be alright for some reconnoissance work?"

Gathering intelligence? Vain mulled over the thought. His huge stature wasn't very useful for gathering information. He wasn't someone who hid well or blended in. His own tactical arsenal - though mysterious - lacked any sense of hidden assaults. His eyes shifted from Jona to the new comer. These two did not seem to possess any sort of stealth whatsoever. Especially him. Vain fixated on the shirtless man. He turned back to Cardinal House who was starting directly at him.

The two met gazes for a moment before House broke the stare and shifted between the other two bounty hunters. "What do you think?" he said looking at the two.

"Oh my. What a marvelous idea!" Leeroy added.

Skeptical. Vain was quite skeptical of the entire situation. His paranoia seemed to get the best of him. Why was it that these men wanted him to come with them in a stealth mission? Could it be that they wanted to capture them as well? There was no telling what humans were capable of. Vain's instincts and distrust were heightened by the situation. Truthfully, however, he needed the funds for his newest projects. As such, he remained quiet yet cautious of the entire situation.
Edited by ShadowBlade, Oct 9 2017, 01:41 AM.

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What a pain the situation was becoming. Did they actually expect Rust to work with someone else, let alone two others? Rust was feeling regret, considering this job, but he was already here. Walking out last minute would make him look like some kind of coward.

“Can’t I work alone?!” Holding his hand out in anger, Rust demanded with his most menacing tone, “Why do I need these creeps to help me out?!”

With a large sigh, the Cardinal responded, “I’m afraid not, sir. This is no small job I’m asking to be done here. What would be the use in paying you for a job I’m not sure you could complete? Now what I’m sure of is that Cardinal House can help you with anything else you need.”

Rage flowed through Rust’s veins as the Cardinal waved him off with a smile. Was this overweight trash underestimating him? He had to swallow an excess of pride to keep himself from unsheathing his scissor-blade and snapping the Cardinal’s head right off. Grunting, Rust looked from side to side, examining the three he was supposed to be working with. Until then, he had not actually bothered to look at them. Now that he was, Rust realized anybody else would have probably done that first. They seemed to be quite eccentric if anything. Although Jona had forgotten about his shenanigans, his body was not able to catch Rust’s attention for more than just a couple seconds. It only garnered eyes full of disdain. Was he trying to impress him?

What really caught Rust’s eye was Vain. This towering giant was ironically filled with mystery, in contrast to both himself and Jona. The muscular man quite obviously used his fist, and Rust himself made no attempt to hide the large blade he always carried around with him. There had to be something scary under the cloak.

With little regard to the pay, Rust headed out the door before anyone else could. He wanted to get this done with and hopefully make some fresh sashimi while he was at it. Not beef sashimi, unfortunately.

Walking backwards with his arms out to the side, Rust suggested to Cardinal House, “We might as well just skip the reconnaissance and slaughter them all. I was already enough for the job, but now there’s a grand total of four of us! Four! And they said said three was effin’ company!”

Of course, Cardinal House could only look annoyed. Rust's ego was quite large, afterall. He was quite confident in his ability to run in there and slash everything to death without thinking twice. But if worst came to worst, Rust would have to swallow his pride for the second time today and sit back for a bit. The very thought frightened him. Reconnaissance...
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The Golden one talked of being sneaky. The three midgets in a trenchcoat didn't talk. The Rusty one didn't want to bother with sneaky sneak mission stuff.

Things seemed to be going well. Jona grinned and followed behind the Rusty one.

"I agree with our Rust-colored friend here," said Jona. "Sneaking around is for thieves and cutthroats. Real men don't hide."
"And says 'at last' just as the time bell rings
Goodnight, now it's time to go home
And he makes it fast with one more thing
We are the Sultans
We are the Sultans of Swing"

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Vain listened silently from the background. His piercing eyes followed the strange. Rust was it? He inspected him and Jona. Both of them had intriguing qualities about them. Yet, they were still young in their profession. Although Vain was nowhere near seasoned - it was his personality which was suited for this line of work. The hulking figure stood quietly in the background. Although Vain stood out so much with his towering stature - he preferred to scurry in the corner and simply observe the others.

He didn't speak and allowed for the negotiations to continue. He wouldn't say anything until the current situation was resolved. He knew that argument would only conflict with the line of work. Vain had one job and he would do it damn well.

Cardinal House sighed heavily. He looked up at the three of them. His eyes shifted. "Well, this isn't recommended but we did have a plan for a..well..suicide squad or so to speak"

He hesitated for a moment.

"Basically, you three raid on the front lines. Go in before any of us do and try to take them out. You lot push through the gates and we'll follow behind. The commission is increased but you'd be insan-"

"45%"

The booming voice came from the background. There was silence for a moment.

"Excuse me?" House raised an eyebrow.

"Increase the pay to 55%. 25% cooperation fee. 30% non stealth rate"

"I...I see" House seemed annoyed with the strange interruption. "So, I suppose if you take it I'll lead you to the location. You three go in first. We'll contact you as soon as we can"

Vain eyed the man. There was something unsettling about his tone. Vain did not speak afterwards. Instead, he left it to the others to speak their minds. His silence would be indication that he was fine with the mission.

"Well? What do you all say? If you agree you'll be lead to the front lines right away when the sun starts to set" House explained calmly.

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A wave of relief rushed over Rust as the reconnaissance idea was tossed out the window. He had the ability to be sneaky, but he preferred to do that while in combat or when scouting out single targets who he knew were powerful. Rust gave no regard to this fishman group and expected them all to be weak. Jona and Vain also seemed to be on board with the idea as well, which made his opinion of them rise just a tad. Of course, they could never beat the one and only Red Rust at fighting. Right…?

Remembering what Jona called him, Rust chuckled, “Rust-colored friend, huh?” Cracking his knuckles with the same hand, Rust continued, “That’s not too far off. People know me as ‘Red Rust’, but you can call me whatever you want. I don’t care. If you want, call me friggin’ ‘Pretty Princess’ and I won’t care. Until I know what to call you two, though, you’re Muscles and… Cloak-guy….”

Rust had actually not been completely honest, though. If someone who wasn’t a hot redhead called him ‘Pretty Princess’, he’d probably freak out. He hated people who looked down on him with a passion. A thought ran through his head, however, and a small dribble of drool made its way down from the corner of his mouth. Small enough to not be noticeable, but enough to make Rust realize his mind was wandering too much. Quickly wiping his face dry, Rust looked around making sure nobody saw that. Even if the chance was small, no way was he going to let anyone know about his… secrets… Patting his chest, he made sure his treasure was safely secured and out of sight. Confirming it was, Rust gave a small sigh of relief.

Now at the door of the Cactithedral, Rust looked to the others, asking, “Did I miss where we’re supposed to be going…?” Walking backwards again and facing Cardinal House, Rust asked, “Hey genius, where the hell are we going?”

House’s dislike for Rust was only growing, but seeing as he was working with him for now, he responded, “We’re going to Whiskey Peak. The hideout should be there. It’s a cursed area, so it’s usually a hotspot for heresy on this island. And could you please not address me as such? Simply calling me “House” would be more preferable than… genius…”

“Whatever you say… Shack.”
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