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| Jusenkyo | Feb 25 2018, 02:17 AM Post #1 | ||||||||
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Cammie poured another flask of water on herself, making her way to the other side of the dour island. She had managed to pay respects to the dead like she was instructed when she was sent to the island in the first place even if some of the people looked like they’d never seen a mermaid before. Thankfully there were people all over that reminded her, even if they all looked so sad. She was coming up on her destination for this island or one of them at least, Velvet peak, or tip or something like that. She checked one more time on her instructions, the island was so confusing with all the towns named after the top of something. ’okay, right. Velvet tip, then I find Lieutenant Mattie and give her the letter. Then I need to follow her where the orders take us. I wonder why they sent someone here without telling them what they were doing?’ Cammie could see construction taking place farther into town and a few townsfolk out and about in the street. The mid afternoon sun was oppressive as the low mood in the town, fortunately the latter wasn’t much of a problem for the upbeat mermaid. She put her hand above her eyes and scanned the crowd for anything resembling a marine uniform. A few of the locals paused a bit at the sight of her, slightly confused at her but quickly moving along after catching sight of her marine uniform, or maybe it was her six swords? Either way she didn’t have much time to linger on the main road. She didn’t exactly want to bother any of the people when they looked so sad but she wasn’t going to make any progress just trying to make a guess as to where she was going. She looked for something familiar so she wouldn’t feel so awkward and out of place talking to the locals. That’s when she spotted it, a little food cart advertising kabobs, perfect. She moved with purpose towards it, waving to the man inside with a friendly smile. As soon as the smell hit her all thoughts about asking the cook inside fluttered out of her mind like so many disturbed butterflies. ”It smells so good.” She sighed quietly, the slightly older man behind the counter noticed her giving the grilling shrimp a dreamy look. ”would you like to try some? First taste is free for a pretty young lady.” He plucked the shrimp off the grill and held it out to her. She shook her head and took the skewer biting the topmost layer of shrimp and peppers off. She chewed slowly with her eyes closed, as if she were judging the food in her head. She reopened her eyes and smiled sweetly at the store owner. ”Your technique is excellent but I think maybe a squeeze of lemon juice while it’s still cooking might heighten the flavors even farther. The man’s grin turned to confusion as she spoke, it was almost like her tone and the words didn’t match quite right. He straightened himself and cleared his throat. ”sorry mam’ but you didn’t come in here just to tell me how to cook did you.” he gestured at her uniform. Cammie blushed bringing a bright red to her face. ”I’m sorry, I get carried away, I’m sorry. I’m looking for a lieutenant that got to town before me have you seen her?” The man scratched his chin. ” I think I know who you’re looking for, she blew through here a little while ago saying something about going to get a drink. She’s over at the Dead end saloon, right at the first left turn.” The purple haired mermaid gave a little bow as she left the establishment and headed to the morbidly named Dead End Saloon. She found out why it had that name a few moments later as she turned left on the first street, it came to an abrupt stop with the bar at the far end where the street would continue. She pushed the door open slowly, wondering what kind of bar this was going to be. Almost as soon as she was inside everyone was staring at her, as she was by far as out of place as one could be. She gulped but before she could even start looking, a very drunk looking man staggered up to her, the alcohol on his breath was near toxic. ”Hey there *hic* cutie. I’ve never-” She cut him off by moving out of his direct line of sight, basically just ignoring him. ”Hey, don’t ignore me-” His hand reached out to grab her but he found his wrist caught by an unfamiliar sensation, he looked down to see a dark octopus tentacle wrapped around it. Cammie had a smile on her face and didn’t appear to be anything but pleasant as she spoke, but there was a layer of ice that could be practically felt. ”I’m sorry sir, I’m in a hurry to find someone, I’ll have to take a rain check.” She let her grip go as the drunk man stumbled out the door in a bit of a panic. Cammie on the other hand let out a breath she seemed to have been holding. ”Ahh, that was scary, thank god he just left.” She slumped down into a bar stool and placed her hand over her heart to steady it’s beating. ”Okay, time to find Lieutenant Mattie.” |
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| Pendrew | Feb 26 2018, 11:58 AM Post #2 | ||||||||
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[Doubt]
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In her relatively plain clothes and her marine logo embroidered jacket tied around her waist, and all her paperwork stuffed into a simple bag slung over her shoulder, Axelle had made a lot of sea journeys to end up on Cactus Island, deciding to take her career somewhere quieter at first before moving further into the Grand Line. Treating it as a sort-of vacation, she quickly got the formality of mourning out of the way before she wandered from place to place, taking in the grave covered cactus mountains and taking several sunset beach walks. Eventually, she decided to stop sleeping in whatever comfy scrub grass she could find, and go towards the new sort-of capital on the island, up to Velvet Tip to score a hotel room, or a drink. Hell, even both! The first time she pushed into the bar, she was met with many different expressions of dourness, though no one really attempted anything rash. Perhaps that was just the general mood of the island, after all. Her neutral frown tricked them somehow, and she was eager to keep her cover by being as quiet, moody and dreadful as possible. She immediately ordered a full bottle of "Sad Sack Whiskey" the first day, and slowly, dourly poured herself shot after shot, drinking them slowly whenever eyes were upon her, and drinking herself under the table otherwise. She spent a lot of money on the jukebox which played only the finest long progressive songs, and played pool with balls set in different shades of grey. The more she drank, the more she smiled, and the more she had to cover her mouth and stop her laughter whenever she won a round. If that wasn't bad enough, she had to prevent herself from zoan-ing out, taking herself off to her rented room before her raucous, loud bird noises filled it, though a lot of it sounded vaguely cult-y, and no one seemed eager in any case, much less to check on her wellbeing. This went on for a few days. In the morning, a light meal, a shower, a few dozen laps around the cobbled street in a neat circuit, then some travelling until it was time to drink, win pool and listen to the very best in permanent mourning music. Sometimes, she won her bets, and sometimes she slept far into the day. On the tenth day of her "deep cover assignment" however, something was different. She saw people who usually made their journeys through Whiskey Peak to mourn go elsewhere, and bigger civilian ships were starting to dock less. She saw a rabble pass her, and another, and sometimes deep into the night she heard... gun fire? Pirates, no doubt, but it was just her versus however many of their number. And, she had no orders, so... she guessed it was okay, so long as it was pirates fighting pirates. It wasn't as if anyone around here cared, so long as they paid their respects. Day eleven, again, began to pass like any other. She'd whipped up a sweat whilst running, and with her towel around her neck and the jacket tangled around her waist, she made her way once again to the Dead End, cosily fitting into the comfiest chair she'd claimed since day one, tucking into a fresh new bottle of whiskey, plucking the ice out of the glass to crush against her forehead. The bar remained quiet, except for a man who could hardly handle his alcohol, but not exactly a troublemaker; it remained much the same for a while, until the doors swung open again, giving her a firm good glimpse of... a mermaid? A mermaid in marine regalia and colours. From her seat, she could see her body above that of all the hunched patrons, seemingly stepping a bit quicker than she expected. She soon realised with a raised brow that she was scuttling along on some long, purple tinted tentacles, pushing up off the floor to make herself more imposing. She seemed a little frantic, most likely trying to find a fellow marine. For once, she wished she stayed in uniform, but it'd be fine. As she downed her drink, she caught the drunken man appearing to harass the woman, but decided against an action as one of her tentacles grasped his wrist tight, saying something to the man which made him stumble out the door in a hurry himself, sighing as she settled into her chair again whilst pouring another shot, swilling it in the glass as she tried to flag the young woman down with a wave. Realizing she wasn't exactly the clearest figure to see whilst sat down, she staggered to her feet and whistled loudly, wondering if she should try a louder bird call instead. She needed to know why the marines had sent a scout here, though with pirate activity on the increase, surely that had to be the cause. |
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| Jusenkyo | Feb 26 2018, 04:09 PM Post #3 | ||||||||
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A loud whistling noise sounded from across the bar and she jumped at the noise nearly falling out of the chair she had sat down in. She looked over to see a woman that seemed to be a bit drunk, she looked familiar for some reason, but Cammie couldn’t put her finger on it. Then the idea struck her, she pulled out the picture that her commander had given her and looked at it and then up at the woman and back down again to make sure. It was a little difficult for Cammie to make the connection because the photo she had was slightly older, and it had the girl in it wearing a regular marine uniform. The blonde in front of her however was dressed quite casually, and her hair was a bit longer, however the eyes were not as mistakable.It took a good thirty seconds for her to decide that these were the same person. She got out of her seat to move over to the Lieutenant the two woman standing at around equal height. She got into a salute and nearly shouted, much louder than she would otherwise have spoken, her nervousness very much getting the better of her. ”L-Lieutenant Mattie I’m P-Petty Officer Cammie Di Mare I have a letter for you!” after which she realized just how loud she was being. ”I-I’m sorry, I’ll be quieter, I’m sorry everyone.” She sighed to calm herself down. ”now, I have the letter right… um” She reached into her pocket only to find it was empty. She started checking her other pockets and in her scrunchies and finding nothing. She got a flustered look on her face, but then suddenly remembered where she had put it. She reached into her cleavage and pulled out the letter, crisp as it could be. ”I put it there so I wouldn’t lose it.” she explained without provocation. The naive smile she gave as she handed the letter over was almost blinding to the normally saddened patrons of the bar. |
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| Pendrew | Feb 26 2018, 08:11 PM Post #4 | ||||||||
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For a moment, Mattie was left to stand around as the mermaid scrutinized her, tilting her head aside as the woman pulled out some kind of photograph, rolling her eyes and looking around lazily, though her patience was hardly tested at all. She was out of the regulation uniform, and even though she had the jacket, the marine symbol wasn't instantly apparent. When it looked as if the younger girl had finally pieced it together, she stopped slouching as best as she could, going through proper procedure just in case it turned out they outranked her, or just in case someone higher ranking was using the tan lady as a go-between. When there was only a small gap between them, she was greeted with a shuddery salute, blinking softly and waiting for her to say her piece. Petty officer, Cammie, letter. All more or less blurted out, though she was very quick to apologize for her loudness. Mattie gave as fine a salute back, smiling softly. "A pleasure to meet you, Cammie. Don't have to be too courteous, it's just a bar..." she trailed off, raising her hand to her own chin as Cammie searched thoroughly through her pockets and scrunchies, raising her hand to offer some assistance in case she'd misplaced it somewhere along the way to town. Thankfully, the mermaid fished the slightly worn envelope out of her cleavage, glancing down at her own chest with a frown in the second between finding the letter and being addressed again. With the letter now firmly in her hands, Mattie felt for the chair behind her and gradually sunk right into it, feeling around for her trustly sheathed talwar. Once found, she unsheathed her talwar, and very carefully clamped her thighs around the handle to cut the envelope neatly open, starting to read through the letter. She caught the gist of it easily enough, but the slight drunken haze around her made it much more difficult. Of course, a marine vessel caught wind of a pair of ships flying the wrong sort of colours, but decided that it wasn't worth their time. Or something. Sighing, she handed the letter back to Cammie, smiling slightly towards her. "Got it, it's those pesky pirates up in the middle o' the night, at uh... Whiiiiisky Peak?" she asked to confirm it, wondering if her subordinate was going to read the letter herself. |
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| Jusenkyo | Feb 27 2018, 02:39 PM Post #5 | ||||||||
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“P-pirates are already here?” Cammie stuttered but she didn’t look afraid more like she was angry, but her face didn’t move from the sweet smile. Cammie gripped the letter as she read it. The letter itself was fairly straight forwards, There were two pirate crews that landed on the island and they were feuding. Within the next day or two they should be having their final battle up as whisky peak, and it was going to be left to the Lieutenant and herself to mop up the remaining crew or otherwize take out both of them if they could. The crews were the “One Eyed pirates” Lead by “One Eye” Wally and the “Hanged Man Pirates” Lead by Eduardo “Hanged Man” and the important captures or kills were of course their captains but another strange note was to try and capture their shipwrights alive if possible. ’How do they expect two people to beat two pirate crews. I’m just a Petty officer, I’ve never even heard of these guys, what are their bounties what are they like. Maybe the Lieutenant will have a better idea.’ She gulped a little bit and her smile faltered slightly. ”M-maybe we should discuss this in a little more of a private area. I’ll make you something to help you sober up a little. I need to stay hydrated anyway, you have a hotel right? Show me!” Almost as if she had completely forgotten that the person she was talking to far outranked her she clasped her hand in her own and sort of dragged her out the door. She didn’t even hear the bartender lazily saying that he’d just get her to pay tomorrow, it wasn’t worth getting up over. Cammie had managed to drag her along quite a ways down the street before realizing that she had no idea where she was going. ”I’m sorry,” she bowed a little releasing the hand she had grabbed. ”Could you please lead me, I don’t know where anything is in this town.” Edited by Jusenkyo, Feb 27 2018, 02:40 PM.
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| Pendrew | Mar 1 2018, 08:50 AM Post #6 | ||||||||
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"Yup, some really... creatively named crews and captains, it seems. And they say originality isn't dead..." she trailed, narrowing her gaze as she realised her glass was empty, but right now staying relatively sober sounded to her like the right idea. Without warning, she carefully teased the letter back out of Cammie's hand, re-reading it as she sheathed her sword idly, seemingly with little effort. By now, slotting a sword into a scabbard was purely instinct. "So, I've only heard of half of these captains, the uh... Eye man... Wally!" she exclaimed, hushing herself as she peered around the room again, pausing as she glanced back up at her underling, who offered to make her something to sober up with, as well as giving her some reasonable, sound advice she wish she'd remembered before blurting out the name of some big shot pirate. "R-right, some place private, eh? I booked out a room for a few... a lot of days," she sighed, deciding not to challenge the directness of her request, though she didn't get much chance to do anything besides grabbing her trusty sword as the mildly embarrassed mermaid dragged her out of the establishment by the hand, losing her footing but just about regaining it as she pushed up against the door frame, slinging the sword strap over her broad shoulder. Whilst being dragged along throughout the streets, she tried to chime up about being pulled in the entirely wrong direction, but was more surprised someone so much her junior had such strength to rag her around like this. Not that she was that big, of course. "You're sure touchy, aren't you? Dragging a lieutenant all this way..." she feigned a serious frown, before she waved her freed hand and patted her knee, chuckling lightly at her joke, quickly seaguing into another topic as she began to walk upward back past the street she'd been dragged along and up to an equally dour hotel, looking over her shoulder as she kept a steady, if a little uneven pace. "I'll lead us, noooo problem. You just stick close and everything'll be fine, 'kay? Not far to go." she added, continuing to glance across her shoulder back to Cammie, every twenty or so steps until they arrived at the hotel. Inside, the dark stained wood and faded floral wallpaper reminded her too much of the rest of the island, and was eager to quickly lead her reinforcement (if that was the word) through the lobby and up a few stairs, along the corridor and into another miserably furnished room, her bag resting upon a black and white patterned bed. She ushered Cammie in, sucking in her gut as she waited for the girl and her mess of tentacles to push in besides her, clicking her fingers to get her attention. "Teapot... there, drawers under the window," she explained, smiling dully. |
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| Jusenkyo | Mar 4 2018, 02:44 PM Post #7 | ||||||||
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“I’m sorry.” Cammie apologized again as she was lead to the hotel. Every few seconds the Lieutenant looked over her shoulder to make sure Cammie was following although every time she looked back it seemed like Cammie was holding more things. The mermaid was grabbing ingredients from stalls and stands as they made their way through the town. By the time they were at the hotel she was holding a few bags of food. After she was let into the apartment and told where everything was she set the bags down and got to work. ”I’m gonna whip up one of my specialties! It always perks me up and it’s super good.” Cammie tied her hair back and washed all of her appendages. Reaching into the folds of her skirt she revealed that there were several knives clipped onto it. Her actual movements were hard to track, as she began several steps of prepwork at the same time, her tentacles acting as extra hands where they could. Chopping vegetables, combining spices and covering the pork in it as well as mixing some sort of sauce together. After she set the pork to cook her face softened and the focus sort of drained out of her movements. ”It’ll only be a little longer now. So these pirates, I guess they aren't too big of names. I mean we haven’t heard of… Oh wait! I do know one of them.” She clapped to herself as if it was some sort of accomplishment to remember this. ”Hanged-man, I think there was a rumor going around in West Blue that he was convicted of murder. He got executed by hanging, but he stayed alive and somehow escaped during the execution. He’s notorious for escaping executions and stuff like that and more over he’s been known to hang anyone he captures alive. Rumors even say that if you can survive the hanging he lets you go, but I don’t buy that a bloodthirsty dirty-” beep ”oh it’s time!” The focus returned to her eyes as she uncovered the pork and drizzled it with sauce and sliced it up. Plating the dish, it ended up looking very professional and delicious. The meat glistened with the sauce drizzling off of it to mingle with the steamed vegetables. ”lasciaci mangiare, Miaile Forte!” [/color] Tech Edited by Jusenkyo, Mar 4 2018, 02:45 PM.
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| Pendrew | Mar 7 2018, 01:03 PM Post #8 | ||||||||
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Once the door closed behind her, Axelle watched as the mermaid tied up her hair and got to work, quickly plucking knives from the folds of her skirts, grabbing ingredients and preparing food a bit faster than she could process in her current state. Instead, she sat down on the edge of the bed, slipping the letter out of Cammie’s pocket to read through it again, the buzz starting to wear off from the simple journey. She daren’t disturb the chef whilst she worked, so she simply laid out on the bed, scanning the letter again. Two captains with two full crews, some captured shipwrights the Marines wanted alive, with no further support? She frowned. Self-reliance was one thing, but two marines (one green) against two well-known pirates? She was ripped from her reading when Cammie let her know the delicious smelling meal she was cooking was ready, and began to gave her all the information she held about one of the two targets, the “Hanged Man” from West Blue. Whilst she more or less recited all she knew, Axelle made a lot of mental notes in preparation. It seemed a lot of pirates somehow survived executions, but surviving a hanging of all things wasn’t very likely at all. And then somehow weaving out of all those other executions, too? What on earth were they playing at in the Blues!? Now, he was exacting revenge by hanging the innocent, and playing god with the lives of others. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her palm until her knuckles turned white. If she could get her hands on him and see him shipped off to the nearest outpost, or maybe even give him an execution herself… though, that thought didn’t gel with her. Lucky for her, with a ding alerting her, she could crumple up the letter and throw it aside, standing up off the bed and squeezing in next to the petty officer to wash her hands before the meal. When Cammie had finished placing the items individually on the plate and presenting it oh-so-flawlessly, Axelle took the plate carefully before it could be handed to her, deciding to cut out the middleman. Then, she sat and cut into the succulent pork, digging in hungrily. The first bite was always the most anxious, especially for a chef, and whilst she chewed, she stopped, swallowed and said nothing. Though her lips couldn’t tell her expression, her eyes were not only sparkling, but watering too. She looked up at Cammie, wiped how mouth, and smiled. “This is an incredible dish, Petty Officer!” she praised, before she finished off the rest of the plate, raising her hand and clicking her fingers as she finished, trying to grab her attention. “Right, dunno how you’ve done it, but I feel very, I dunno, strong?” she questioned, shaking her head. “Never mind that. Your dirt on this ‘Hanged Man’ was good, and I’ll give you all my info on the ‘One Eyed’ chap, too. Le’see… It’s not much, but I heard he lost his eye when one of his pellet traps failed. He loves a good trap, that man. If I were to guess, he might be trickier to fight than the other guy. But, what if we catch ‘em, I dunno, after one of those famous Cactus Island duels?” |
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| ♣ Red | Mar 24 2018, 11:54 AM Post #9 | ||||||||
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Thank you for your patience. Your storyline has been reviewed.
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