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| 0A: Stark Beginnings; Cactus belongs to a New Age | ||||||
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| Fudo Saiken | Oct 29 2017, 06:57 PM Post #1 | |||||
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Today was a dry day. No different than any other on Cactus. Anyone who's been here for more than a month would note the normality of this kind of dreary weather. Drought suited the island, it's consistency was as suffocating as the islands religiosity. The time was noon, which was peak mourning hours. The Old Age Priests had forced their way into every facet of the island culture. Currently a heavy droning would fill Cactus corner to corner. In the island recent history, a violent revolutionary group called the New Age Priests, had attempted a violent takeover of Cactus. This group was technologically advanced and completely opposed to the morbid, borderline death worship that the Old Age Priests had become known for. Pushing the boundaries of ethical body modification, the New Age Priests began mass producing a modified army to combat their foes. This would lead to the horrendous experiments on many of the islands inhabitants and those who landed on the island after crossing the Red Line. Zero, was one of the many children primed and prepared for war with these Old Age Priests. Having incredibly durable cells due to his blood relation to his father, Fudo Saiken, Zero was extensively modified for war. Currently the boy was scouring the outskirts of the island, searching for small game animals. After the downfall of New Age Priests, many of the camps and facilities had crumbled due to either militia groups, refugee takeovers, inept leadership, or complete decimation by Fudo's hands. Zero would have been alone for almost two years now, just barely surviving on how own. Living out of a old New Age Priests cave hideout, Zero was fortunate enough to rarely if ever see even the silhouette of another human. The boy had been trained to kill, his instincts were sharpened around many of the cultural sights, sounds and smells of the Old Age. Noon was especially confusing and difficult for Zero, his mind taunted into aggression by the droning mourns of the island. Often times, it was a sign that he should hunt. Sporting only a torn black cloak, the boy parted his hair exposing a third eye located at the center of his forehead. This eye glowed vibrantly as it searched the cacti covered land for food. Edited by Fudo Saiken, Oct 30 2017, 05:49 PM.
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| Yama | Oct 30 2017, 09:26 PM Post #2 | |||||
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([first draft will polish this)] Ah! What a lovely day to take the time to return back home. The beautiful sky opened the door to Kuroda as his dreaded pirate ship began docking into port with loud screaming and praise as his men ran out to greet their family. "Hey guy? You heard about Kuroda?" "Oh Buddy? What's going on guy?" "He's causing the cap to shit his pants man!" Kuroda announced this occasion by firing a firework into the sky despite it only being the afternoon. He started giving out pack lunches to all the workers in town and was just generally being a pretty cool guy before these monk dudes started giving him trouble. He stood standing over the monks who were blocking off his ability to give rations to the members of his crew's family. Saying that such a gift would be unsightly for the town's balance of supplies between their folowers and it was best that they take the items so that they could be disposed off in the most efficient way. "Then they will all get meals!" Kuroda declared as he raised his arm and sent mooks back to the kitchen to start making up a feast. Kuroda stood tall in his standard black captain's jacket with no undervest, with sweats and boots. He looked over at the strange monk standing a few feet from him holding a large staff and a stern face. "Well I'll get the marines and they'll send you away!..." The monk would say quite coldly as he waved his arms around, the man had an orange face and long blonde hair...his fringe covered his bald head and he had the back in a pony tail. "Why would you do that we are helping these people!" Kuroda responded somewhat shocked this man was truly foolish enough to call himself holy without seeing how good a deed this was. "Help from you is worthless!" The monk slaps Kuroda sternly across the cheek. Edited by Yama, Oct 30 2017, 09:27 PM.
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| ♣ StarBarks | Oct 31 2017, 02:42 AM Post #3 | |||||
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The worst plantation ever and Jeremiah happened to land on a whole island of the stuff. The ship he managed to smuggle aboard had run into the shore and was now buried like an anchor into the soil. Despite this, it remained mostly intact, not counting the many scraps and holes received from crossing the red line. Not exactly story material for Jeremiah's great conquest of the Grand line, but oh well; he was lucky enough to manage stashing himself aboard. Back in Awestralia, once separated from his current group, he headed towards his progression as a successful pirate. He scoped out the currently empty supply ship for any kind of food or, more importantly, weapons. However, before being to make any progress, the crew had returned to their ship, only giving Jeremiah enough time to hide into a barrel. Shameful. For the future king of everything, he began to feel lowly. During the journey over the Red line, his residence within the confines of a wooden barrel became hectic; spinning, turning and crashing into support beams. His stomach began to churn of the thought of that memory. But what matters his he made it, if only he had some kind of way to discard of the crew occupying the ship. Peeking his head out, scoping out the lower decks, he could see no nearby threat, except a sleeping man in a hammock. He quickly rolled over to the man sleeping and sunk his trusty knife into the man's upper neck, the blade reaching his brain. Quick and efficient. The rest of the sleeping cabin happened to be empty. Odd. He made it to the deck of the ship, yet again, no signs of life. Jeremiah had come to the conclusion that the crew had left in order to deliver supplies to the villages, "a reasonable conclusion" he thought, tapping himself on the back. Currently, the great genius, a self-proclaimed title, was sitting down near the shore of the beached ship, admiring his new gun like it was framed in an art gallery. He had observed his surroundings before hand. An island made of cacti, Jeremiah had ever heard of such a place, but the Blues paled in comparison. Great hills of green, lined with spines and gushing with green liquid. He made a note of this, hoping he could get a vial of the stuff, if not caught up in some trouble beforehand. He rose from his slouched position into a confident stand, ready to set foot upon the beginning of his journey... not counting the rocky start of course. " Well- time to head off." |
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| Fudo Saiken | Oct 31 2017, 04:52 PM Post #4 | |||||
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A relative loud echo would fill the air for miles around it's source. Deep in the wastes of Cactus Cero had forced a single shot through his finger and into the side of a small four legged critter. The pain that firing his gun never got any easier seeing as his body was modified in such a way that he would have to "grow" into some of the modifications. The barrel of his finger gun was larger than his fi her itself, when he fired the barrel would force it's way from his palm to the tip of his finger, causing some pain, that and the heat of the gun always left a slight smell of cooking skin. Nothing that was particularly favorable for the young Saiken. Though apart of a family that was now growing both famous and infamous due to the pirate known as Fudo Saiken, Cero, would have none of the game and all of the bad luck. Modified against his will, and tormented by the modifications, Cero lived day to day taking what he could catch, or in this instance shoot. A slight glint of joy filled the boys face as he stared into the distance at his downed meal. This impression of joy would fade as he shrouded his third eye, realizing that the meal was several hundred meters away. The gun fire likely would bring attention to this location, many animals had grown accustomed to the island and signs of violence. Some inhabitants, like the vulture, would instinctively be drawn by such sounds in search of fresh meat. Nearly on deaths door himself, the boy would move his ragged ass as quickly as he could. Darting through and avoiding much of the islands famous plant life, the boy hopped, dived, and skidded around fields of cacti. Glancing above he'd see vultures pulling in from the east and west. Though not very good with names or words sta 'll, he'd come to know the foul nature and survivalist rivalry he had with such birds. On foot he'd be no match for their superior flight, but at least he knew where to go. Looking up at the sky, the boy hadn't noticed how close his meal was to the sea itself. The mouth of a green river ran beside his kill, and into the sea. Cero handnt been to the sea in many months due to the unpredictable nature of water from his perspectuve. Preferring the reliable and unchanging cave systems left behind by his captors. Focused solely on his meal the boy wouldn't see any vessel in the water. His mind was focussed on abstinence and abstinence alone, his head and begun to ache due to the time between his previous and currently intended meal. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Oct 31 2017, 06:16 PM Post #5 | |||||
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Gunfire. Jeremiah had quickly jolted back a few inches, his shoulders had twitched like a rabbit's ear in reaction to the sound. Were the crew back from their supply run? Were they back to kill the great Jeremiah? "Not a chance" he thought to himself. Jeremiah crouched, quickly stepping over to the sound in question. Stopping briefly to analyze the scene. No pirates, but over the distance is the silhouette of something laying down. There were no obvious signs of danger, no herd of ship lackeys craving the blood of the one and only Jeremiah. He headed towards the injured figure cautiously, gripping the handle of his trusty revolver, Harrow. He reached the destination with ease, tilting his head over the body of the wounded creature. Part of him was disappointed it wasn't a hopeless human victim he could torment while they slowly died, yet he was relieved also for the crime of killing an animal is far less than that of a human; if in the rare case he was blamed for the killing for just being near by. The wound was from a bullet, leading Jeremiah to believe that the gunfire and wounded creature are connected. As for the wound itself, the bullet had been shot through the soft issue of the animals fore leg, pierced the ribs and lungs, yet narrowly missed the animal's heart; this all being indicated from the creature breathing yet chocking on his own blood. This animal was down on it's left side, creating the motion of prancing with it's four legs yet progressively getting slower and slower. He took some time to admire this handiwork. The bullet in question, enough to wound the animal, incapacitate it and make it suffer all the while? nice one. Jeremiah turned his gaze towards the direction in which the bullet came from, spotting a small figure dashing towards him and the wounded critter. He readied his loaded revolver, clenching it within his hand and aiming it at the figure. "Hold it, you ain't getting this still i get some answers first..." He couldn't let his guard down; he wasn't in the south blues anymore, no picnic on a sunny day. He had two objectives, one: finding out information on the island and two: survival. He didn't know what this thing frantically charging towards a wounded animal was capable of, but if it's feral, it posed a threat. But if it's reasonable, then more allies the merrier. Edited by StarBarks, Oct 31 2017, 06:18 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Nov 1 2017, 12:32 PM Post #6 | |||||
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Jumping over some low standing cacti bush, Zero would land hard stopping at the sight of another human. Skidding a foot or so until he stopped, the very thin child would remain entirely motionless. Hunched over with his arms outstretched, Zero' s eyes were incredibly wide. Darting about Jerimiah, his gunned down meal, and the a trusty revolver, the boy collected all he could. This chance meeting was special. Special if only because Jerimiah was the only human Zero had laid eyes on in quite a a few moons. In fact, Jerimiah was only the fourth person that the boy had ever seen up until this point; at least the only living human being. Trained to be a ruthless killer for a majority of his life lessd the boy to instinctively act short after coming into contact with the man. The gun Jerimiah held was an immediate threat, something that couldn't be in Hero's presence. The boy was hungry, his mind sharply screaming for the meal Jerimiah held. Cero would raise a single finger up, pointing it towards Jerimiah's beloved weapon. The boy was aware that he only had five more bullets left, but, he needed to eat right now. Cero would hear the vultures cawing above, there was more competition for his meal. The small critter in the pirates hands dripped blood, precious energy needed to function. "Blood. Food. Eat." The boy stated in a low tone, just barely audible to Jerimiah. His eyes were pointed directly at the man's gun, and so were one of his finger, his left pointer to be exact. However, the boy would dash forward at full speed directly at the dying four legged rodent. Cero moved at speeds possibly unexpected from a child in his poor looking condition. Possibly this was all enough to let the boy reach the creature. His ragged appearance, small stature, and malnourished physique were of course quite jarring to most things Cero enountered. Hero's bicolored eyes flashed rapidly, seemingly dimming every other step he took. He would open his mouth wide open, hoping to consume the small rodent in a single bite. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Nov 2 2017, 12:59 AM Post #7 | |||||
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Jeremiah's grip of his revolver had loosened slightly at the sight of the person before him. A frail figure approached, dried up like a fruit in the heat, just skin and bone with only a soul to animate it. It was obvious he would pose no threat to him. Jeremiah sighed; it had been a while since he had a fight, let alone a challenge; he'd been out hiding in those lower decks for a few days, he would also be starving if it weren't for the food supplies upon the ship. The one thing that intrigued Jeremiah about this character was his trio of eyes, rather than the usual pair. A body modification maybe? or a birth defect? Perhaps a failed experiment, which would explain why he's hunting rodents on a bizarre cactus island. The deformed three eyed person murmured lowly, speaking broken English minus a few lessons in grammar; despite this, Jeremiah understood the message he was putting across. It was clear to him that this boy was close to a wild animal than a human, the way it was fixated on the creature's corpse like it was made of diamond. It would be hopeless trying to get information out of this tribal. His resolve to stand his ground defeated by his lack of patience, Jeremiah lowered his gun, stepped back from the animal corpse and gestured with his hand that it was okay to eat. Curious he was, noticing that this boy did not possess a gun of any kind after having killed a rodent with a bullet... maybe his third eye shoots bullets magically? or maybe a devil fruit ability? Who could be sure on a damned island made of cacti. Jeremiah noticed the cawing from above, tilting his head upwards to glimpse at the vultures circling above. "Food race... huh?" he thought. He aimed his revolver at one of them at shot it down, his body crashing down towards them, gracefully flopping onto the ground. Jeremiah drew his knife and holstered his gun, kneeling down; he began to fillet the bird for its innards. The feel and smell was grim, but Jeremiah remained unfazed by it. He placed the guts near the starving boy for a second serving. Perhaps filling his stomach would help his wordplay. |
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| Fudo Saiken | Nov 2 2017, 04:19 PM Post #8 | |||||
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Managing to draw sympathy from the gunslinger, Zero would be successful in his assault on the wounded critter. Partially living the boy would make and effort to chomp as hard and a single frequently as he could. Not normally caring if he was devouring fur or not,the boy was primarily concerned with getting the creature to bleed as much as possible. Consuming it whole wouldn't allow his cybernetics to properly process the blood stored in his belly. He had to consume the liquid separately from any sort of meat he may consume. Covering his mouth with both hands, the boy chomped hard on the creatures back, chest, and head. Sucking and squeezing as much blood from the carcass a sheep he heed. The crunching of bone was probrbaly uncomfortably loud, however the boy was feeling more and more empowered with each bite. The systems installed in his body were fast acting, drawing all the blood they could from the young boys stomach quickly. Once the critter was consumed, blood would be covered the bos hands, chest, and face. He'd begin to wipe the blood from the places and draw them to his Louth, drinking every last bite; rather savage. The boy also might have begun licking the blood for the floor of it wasn't for the arid earth absorbing it so quickly. Sighing heavily after the meal, the young boys headache began to soften. A gunshot would ring out once more and the boy would respond by taking a 'ready for anything' stance. Feeling that his guard was to low, all three of the boy scout eyes began darting around the scenery, quickly finding Jerimiah to be the culprit and the target being a vulture. Tensed shoulders and ruffled hair settled as all three eyes would fall upon the gunslinger and the bird. "More. Food. Mmmm. The boy grinned a bloody grin before forging on the internal organs of the bird. Unbenounced to either here there was someone just watching in the distance. Cero would consume the organs in the same savage rapid manner as before, hoping to pull as much blood from each organ as possible. |
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| ♣ StarBarks | Nov 3 2017, 03:34 AM Post #9 | |||||
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Jeremiah watched with a slight disgust as the child rip and tore at the morsels of meat. He wasn't squeamish, but i'd rather not see bird and rodent innards be devoured by an infant. His hand pressed against his forehead, turning small degree to the left, giving the child some privacy. The boy was truly a wild animal, massacring creatures in the open like some kind of predator. Disappointed that Jeremiah could not find any answers about were he was and what the deal was with this place, yet excited he found a possible candidate for the "partner in chaos!" role that had been void for quite some time, despite Jeremiah not being a pet person. The boy showed his gratitude to the great genius for the second helping of innards, which stroked his ego a bit. Jeremiah was not really liking the fact he was literally feeding a savage, but if it helps his end goal even the slightest, then he wouldn't mind. He turned to the horizon, arms crossing as he did. The Grand line was territory Jeremiah had never been to before, what dangers he'd face in the world where powers of the devil are made manifest. For him to survive, he would need help, despite how great and intellectual he thinks he is. Thinking ahead, he could use the powers of a blood thirsty magical bullet conjuring three eyed deformity, although a part of Jeremiah feels as if we would soon regret it, looking back to the last allies he had, allies being very loosely defined, he hoped that this kid couldn't step over his chaotic mischief and pursuit of the suffering of others. He turned back to the child, grinning with a blood soaked smile, being the very definition of bliss. He sighed; looks like he'd have to stock his supplies with plenty of innards, animal or human... perhaps this boy would eat the flesh of Jeremiah's enemies... the thought alone was glorious. He crouched down, meeting the child's eye level. "Listen kid, you seem alright, questionably immoral and clearly physically superior to these birds and rats... Regardless if you don't know anything about this island, which i'm sure you do, i could really use ya help. Guy like me? Could insult a local's mother or accidentally slip my knife into their skull. Bam. Couple of armed men? That's me dead. Although i'm amazing at everything, i could use that killer instinct of yours. break a couple necks in the right places, we get ourselves plenty of meat piles... Well, for you anyway, think my stomach turned vegetarian like, two seconds ago..." He lifted himself upwards, burying his hands into his jacket pockets. He walked past the kid and headed towards the inner island in a slow stroll. "...Ya coming?" |
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| Fudo Saiken | Nov 4 2017, 01:39 PM Post #10 | |||||
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Slowly the boy would feel his body modifications relaxing. They were getting their fill of blood while he got his fill of meat. Once finished with the organs the boy would begin to clean the inside of the birds body, clawing for all that he could consume. Pulling bone from bone, the boy consumed nearly the entire creature in a short span of time. High above him, the vultures cawed violently. Zero would gazebo towards the back of Jerimiah, for a few fleeting moment such his sense would tell himself to fire a round just towards the back of the mans skull. He'd been trained to trust nothing but mission he was assigned. While the mission had been over, or rather evasive for some time, he was still instructed to kill every person who crossed his path. Slowly rising from his position, the boys frail body trembled. He was fed and yet drawn to kill. Cero couldn't fight the urge and the instincts that he held. Preparing to fire upon the man as he walked away, Cero would hear a simple noise. Something that might sound like a high pitched chirp. The noise was similar to that of a bird, and yet not. The sound was something easily heard by Jerimiah, as well. The sound would calm the killer urges of Cero, causing his eyes to glaze over and his expression to soften to a slight smile. "Food." the boy said lightly, his body looking relaxed and soft. The third eye on his head would close, the slot being barely visible to the trained eye. He'd follow the gunslinger following this display. Edited by Fudo Saiken, Nov 4 2017, 01:52 PM.
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| ♣ StarBarks | Nov 5 2017, 07:28 AM Post #11 | |||||
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Jeremiah Darted his back in reaction to a sharp, bird-like noise. This reaction only rewarded with another bloody smile that followed the word "food". Jeremiah deducted that the noise was either a fleeing vulture or this kid had realized he was a bird this whole time, ready to take flight and soar with the best of them. He turned back and continued down the path before him, following the cactus juice river on the left hand side. If his observation earlier was correct, it would either lead to a cacti structure that could hold civilization or a cacti structure that could lead to cacti based treasure... Jeremiah sighed at the thought of more cactus, in hindsight, he never thought he'd hate a form of plantation so much but now he would blow up the entire island for being a disgrace of the Grand Line upon the genius' presence. Among this thought, Jeremiah was hoping not to cross paths with what seemed to be supply runners that came to the island along with him. On the flip side, killing them and taking their goods would be pretty sweet, as well as meat for Jeremiah's new found pet would be perfect. On the topic of new pet, Jeremiah had yet to name this wild creature. " Oi kid, don't disappoint me by saying you have a name... I was thinking, Meat puppet or Guts. Maybe even Jeremiah Junior; probably the closest thing to me actually having a child to be honest..." Jeremiah went on to continue his naming tangent, he would often ramble like this in order to ego boost himself. It used to be his old captain would make sure he'd fall in line, which he disliked before. Now without the stone cold bitch, he could finally let loose. After a while of walking in a continuous direction Jeremiah could only assume was north without a compass, the two reached a mountainous base. The base held a naturally formed staircase of, wait it... CACTUS, that spiraled towards the top of the mountain. He stopped briefly to analyze the structure and also briefly face palm at the sight of yet again, more cactus. He longed for the inevitable orgasmic sight of stone or wood. Jeremiah turned in sudden realization. "Oh forgive me my carnivorous friend, i forgot to introduce myself... I am, the one and only genius... Jeremiah Ortega. You can call me sir if you feel like some ass kissing. Not judging." |
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| Yama | Nov 7 2017, 02:46 PM Post #12 | |||||
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"Repent slap!" The loud smack of flesh echoed through the bustle of the docks. People tried to go about their day however it was rather evident that Kuroda was not a stranger to this island, in fact he'd been here most of his life most of the people here are still recovering from his last visit. Despite this people would rather not have trouble, the monks were the culture here.. not Kuroda and his whims all those leave behind are broken families and dreams. It was obvious though that the people of this island were starving and that was pretty lame too him. Taking the slap he looked down at the man, his glare was powerful... something was growling within him. "Just go you pathetic excuse for a pirate!" Kuroda regained his compose and then looked over at him. He looked at him quite coldly with a stare of indifference to the strike. As if a strike from some land dweller could faze him. "You know you really shouldn't be striking men of my infamy... if I was a bit more cruel this could of been your last day..." He spoke with a voice of sincere concern however one as if they were simply doing buisness. Kuroda reached out quickly and grasped the monk by the collar faster than he can react and dragged him across towards the edge of the dock slowly without his admission of being moved. It was like Kuroda's arms were not attached!? "I think it's time you cool off and think about how precious your life is to your family and those around you..." The monk dangled off the edge of the dock as innocent civilians stared on with their own interests in this conflict and melodrama. Some hated the monks, some hated Kuroda... so this was interesting for them. Edited by Yama, Nov 7 2017, 02:46 PM.
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| Fudo Saiken | Nov 10 2017, 04:46 PM Post #13 | |||||
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ooc "O-Ortega...M-My name?The young boy said with hesitation. He hadn't any recolecction of any name that he actually had. Instead he only remembered the Letter and number that he was given. One of which were placed on his back permanently. The boy continued to follow Jerimiah up and up. But as he did so his mind would open up to his surroundings. The whistle that had rung through the air left the boy with some uncontrollable anticipation for the New Age Priests to appear. His human eyes would slowly Lear back and forth as he continued upward. His sinuses and mind divided. "A...Ssss...Ceeee...zzzzz......" The young Saiken hadn't ever referred to himself during his training either. He was always referred to and was never prompted to speak about himself only to complete assigned missions and then return towards his quarters. So the lad hadn't had much experience even vovalzing who he was. But the chatter enter of Jerimiah allows him a chance to do so, at least for now. As so long as the traveler didn't act aggressively, Cero would not lash out violently. He was intrigued by the presence of another, even just seeing the shadow of another being interact with his own was exciting. Zero...cero...sero... the boy pronounced his name slightly different each three times. Mostly due to the fact that his name was said different ways when he was addressed by the different voices in his training camp. The differences were minor, subtle. But they all rarely mattered here since they meant about the same thing. All of them referred to the number zero, just in different ways. Home...soon...nearby... Taking change the boy would begin to walk past Jerimiah towards a rather barren direction, the boy would be walking towards the underground bunker in which he lived. Edited by Fudo Saiken, Nov 10 2017, 05:44 PM.
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| ♣ StarBarks | Nov 10 2017, 05:30 PM Post #14 | |||||
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Jeremiah looked down at the olive-coloured ground, the plant fibers uncomfortably visible around his boots. Blankly staring at the cactus, thinking about the boys response. Three names? All similar yet different. Perhaps the child was a hive-mind of three different people, which would explain the three eyes. Maybe he was offering different pronunciations? But if so, which one is truly correct? Jeremiah scratched his head at the thought; he never would have thought that a simple exchange of names would be so lucrative. Now that he thought about it, Cero, or Sero or Zero, did struggle to pronounce his own name... under what circumstances would accumulate to this? What kind of history does this child have, Jeremiah wondered. This is what Jeremiah needed to avoid; unnecessary problems and events that halt the progression of this claim on the pirate world. Jeremiah wasn't really one for meddling in dull affairs, unless it involved gate crashing the affair with sticks of dynamite, lots of dynamite... mm... dynamite. While Jeremiah had lost his train of thought, the train of said thought was stopped in it's tracks my a certain three eyed savage. Using the words "home" and "nearby" seem to grab Jeremiah's attention, as well as his surprise to find out that said savage owns a household of his own, unless said household is a bundle of sticks, in so, all the more better for Jeremiah to gloat and flaunt his upper class standing within the confines of his brilliant mind. The child decided to wonder past Jeremiah, towards what seemed to be a barren, open area. ironically barren, as the whole island is a fucking cactus... god, i hate this place. he thought. He could catch sight of the shadow of a structure in the distance, in the from of a "Definitely need to... invest in some... cybernetic legs... oi Cero! where... where is this home? And what is it? wanna know if i need to... rehearse my dinner table etiquette... ugh." |
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| Fudo Saiken | Nov 13 2017, 06:02 PM Post #15 | |||||
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Cero would pick up speed as he continued across the barren earth. Seemingly ignoring Jerimiah, the boy simply hadn't any way to respond. His understanding of speech, as stated before was very basic. Words like invest, cybernetics, rehearse, and etiquette went right in one ear and out the other. The young boy seemed very focused, attentive to where she was going. Despite the area looking entirely without a home to speak of. Before long the young boy would stop abruptly. He'd glance around in all directions, using his moderate height and above average accuracy to see if anyone was spying on their location. Cero would direct Jerimiah with basic speech. "There...go...look...wait..." Cero pointed to a position just a few meters from himself. Continueing to look around, he crouched towards the ground. Taking a moderate breath the biybwould shove his hand into the ground forcefully. His hand wpuld dive into the earth a good door or so, going past his elbow. The boys arm jerked and his shoulder rotated. He was fishing for something, but what. Taking anothermoderate breath the boy would pull back. Using his whole form and lacking musculature to pull hard on whatever he had grabbed. After a few moments the kid would reveal a long handle and chain. Pulling on the chain and raising it above his head, the boy would release it. The chain would rapidly be pulled back into the earth with a loud grinding noise. For a moment the earth would tremble, and then, and hole the size of a few meters would appear. Like a great maw, the earth would split and widen, pulling apart the barren land as it did. The inside of this hole smelt damp and dusty. It's aroma bursting with considerable strength. "Home...." Cero stated as he rushed into the hole as quickly as he could, like a roach fleeing from the light. "Fast!" the boy said in a loud and yet fleeting tone. The earth would have begun to close by the time he jumped in. Once Jerimiah entered he'd see a large long Galway that seemed to go on for miles. On either side there were doors that were sealed shut. Others that were passageways to cells, holding, quarters, and various labs. The lights were barely functioning, only allowing parts of the area to be lot well enough to see. Cero would be moving fast, darting from hall to hall towards his home. Once there Jerimiah would fine the boy in a cell that had two characters painted against the cement walls; the number zero, and the letter A. Cero' s room so to speak would be filled with junk, and various blankets and supplies too numerous to mention. He lived like a pack rat. |
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