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| doisenpai | Mar 21 2018, 05:04 PM Post #1 | ||||||||
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Anti-Cerberus
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Previously... Crimson brows tied into a knot, face wrinkled, a darker shade of beige. The sun was already hot, searing Bronz’s skin. He opened his eyes, squinting, pair of hazel orbs dilating to adjust the blinding brightness. Wait, what? It was morning already? Body sore, he rolled over in a sluggish manner, then pulled himself to sit. His teeth gritted from the effort, the wound across his chest throbbed in pain. But what was more painful was the memory that was awakened by the sensation; the event that which had caused his wound. Such a heart breaker. Vast, endless of shifting cobalt, as far as his eyes could see. Bronz surveyed, squint-eyes, and panned. Just emptiness... or not. At starboard, a silhouette of a jutting mass could be seen. He closed his eyes, incase the ocean was playing tricks on him. When opened again, the island was still there. Could it be Bratham? He felt his heart galloped. Clumsily, Bronz stood, grabbing a tight line of cordage to support himself. Once up, he swiveled around to look for Captain Dynamic. There was no other ship except his. So he was left alone? Why would even-- He wasn't entirely alone, Teddy, his glorified companion was with him, bear-hugging his one leg, glad to see that he was awake. The last thing he could remember was, it was dusk, and they - Captain Dynamic and company, him and Teddy - were sailing towards Bratham to attend some kind of convention. Of what? They didn't know. What they wanted was to finish Editor off, the man who was orchestrating all the madness that they’d been through, who also at the same time was the organizer of said event. Bronz’s personal purpose was to save and free Holly from the grip of this evil Editor. But then in the middle of their journey, the strains from the recently concluded fight had taken its full effect. Feverish and overly-fatigued, he fell asleep. “Sup Ted? Where’s Dynamic? Did they went ahead?” Bronz inquired languidly. He was having a high fever from the way his body felt, and his wounds, especially the massive one across his chest constantly ached, probably infected. His stuffed-companion simply stared blankly at him and shrugged. He jutted his lower lip in concession, was able to observe the rag stiches all over Teddy’s tiny body. Poor guy also went through a lot. He felt deep pity, then patted and ruffled his companion’s head. “That tights-wearing hero couldn't wait for us eh? That bastard! I’m gonna give’em some ass whooping!” Staring intensely as he could towards the gradually growing island. “Alright! At starboard, full speed ahead, Ted!” Spoke with forced enthusiasm, inwardly, he felt super messed up. Teddy immediately scuffled for the wheel, and turned towards the island. In no time, Red Hot finally reached the island, headed for the docks and moored. Though during that short travel his health condition turned for the worse. His eyes burned from internal heat, feeling cold and splitting headache. The sun didn't help. He couldn't tell if it was the brightness that had made the island seemed colorless or he was just delirious. He brushed off the oddity, packed everything with value, and jumped off his ship; Teddy perfectly lodged on his bushy topknot. Now walking the general port area on unsteady gait, Bronz was unaware of the sea of faces gazing towards him with lustful agenda. There were just a lot of things in his mind: where the convention was being held, Captain Dynamic, Holly, even the effort of moving. He had been walking for so long, he felt, but none of which he was looking for had the plan of showing. And so, he decided to ask for help. A peddler was heading his way, he took his shot. “Where is the convention? The peddler frowned, clueless. He repeated his question, got the same reaction. Pissed, he pulled back, only then he noticed the absence of color, the blandness of the peddler’s total image. He looked around, the same colorless vicinity; looked farther ahead, colorless town. “What is this place, Bratham?” “Gesso, Mister” |
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| ♣ Red | Mar 22 2018, 09:01 PM Post #2 | ||||||||
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The Pokemon Trainer
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The colossal bounty hunter sat, cross-legged, in his minuscule boat. His staves were bundled behind him, acting as a backrest. He knew well that he should have stayed in the Blues until he was more experienced, and at the very least had a ship of his own. However, that wasn't possible, because the pirate he had been tracking decided now was the time to move into the Grand Line, and he was not keen on letting his pray escape. Leaning back and looking to the sky, he was astounded by the beauty of the stars and the moon. Spending a solid hour or two just stargazing, he eventually huffed and sat up. Lighting a torch, he set it aside to give just enough light to read his Bingo Book. Flipping through the pages, he read the names quickly. Samson Hale, Phunk D. Buzzkill, Clarabell Grace. They were all currently far out of his own league, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could take on pirates of that level yet. However, that wasn't to say every name in this little black book was out of his reach: Isabelle 'The Witch' Catham, 68 Million Beli Bounty, Captain of the 'The Sirens' an up and coming pirate crew out of South Blue. Notable members including; Ashley 'Crazy Eyes' Ethel, 32 Million Beli bounty, not much is known about her, and Louise 'Devil's Smile' Beasant, 19 Million Beli bounty, who is said to be able to charm the very blood out of a man's body. Adarian had been tracking their growing crew for quite a while now, awaiting an opportune moment to strike. However, despite his best efforts, he had never found a moment to spare in which he could get any of them alone. Snapping his book shut, he laid back, needing to rest before he arrived at the next island. Closing his eyes, he allowed the waves to lul him to sleep. The collision of boat against rock jutted the colossal man awake with a start. Instinctively reaching for his weapons, he looked around and realized he wasn't under attack, but more that he had slept for far too long, and had simply crashed into the docks of the next island. Straining his muscles as he stood, he had become incredibly stiff due to the amount of time he had stayed in his sleeping position. That said, with a man of his stature, in a boat that size he would have been sore no matter what position he had been in. Tightening the straps on his weapons, he once again carried them holstered on his back. Stepping off of his glorified canoe, his heavy foot echoed on the dock. Really getting his first chance to look around, he noticed something rather peculiar. Everything, literally everything he could see, was white. Taken aback, he was curious as to what type of phenomenon could cause this. As he wondered this, he overheard the conversation of a passerby. Apparently this was Gesso Island. "Interesting..." The Bounty Hunter thought over the situation, and decided his current option would be to head to the local bar. As Cliche as it was, barkeep's usually had the most information on the going on's in town. |
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| doisenpai | Mar 23 2018, 02:01 AM Post #3 | ||||||||
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Gesso? The bush-haired hero frowned, confused. He never heard of such place before, nor had the intention of visiting, especially a lifeless island like this. He shook his head, there was no way he’d be lost, he was following Captain Dynamic’s lead. Or, maybe this peddler was trying to withhold the right information in the hope of squeezing some money out of him; particular modus was common, opportunistic locals extorting innocent tourists. Maddened, he grabbed the peddler by the shirt and hoisted the man up in the air, demanding to tell him the truth. Sadly, the answer was still the same. Truth was, while he had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, his ship was caught by a swift current. Teddy tried to manuever it on course, but with no dept hands to stir the ship towards the right direction, it got drifted away no more than a drifwood. Current after current, weather system after another, they took their turns. And in just overnight, he was brought back to one of Grand Line’s starting point, like a game of snake and ladder. The reality of situation sunk in and made his head spun. His legs buckled, and put the man down, calmed and apologized. The frightened peddler couldn't do much but to accept the offering, and then scurried away after. Lost, the only thing he didn't have the luxury with, the convention was on schedule, he wouldn't make it on time. Plus, scouring the vast ocean to find his way back to Bratham would be a troublesome task. Though as troublesome as it was, he didn't really have a choice. And so, Bronz started to walk, looking for a place where information circulated. The place was modest, unusually colorful compared outside, half-packed, and it had a decent collection of spirits racked behind the bar and draught booze. As usual, Bronz got the same attention, all patron’s eyes glazed with envy, some adoration, a few hinted concern. Now it got him thinking if it was because he was filled with colors or because of his grim state, blood-stained bandage wrapped around his entire torso and arms, and a grazing scar on his face, and overall morbid vibe, or because of the stuffed-toy on his hair. He brushed off the attention, and place his order, a salt-rimmed tankard squeezed with lime and a drop of honey, which was given after a half dozen beats. Taking a swig first, Bronz then proceeded to fire his inquiries. Disappointingly though, the bartender was no better than the peddler, but, pointed to a nearby building wherein, as he said it, there was a high chance Bronz would be getting his answers. Visitor Center, it was called. Sounded promising. He was in hurry, yes, but he was sore and decided that a little slack wouldn't hurt. Just a little rest and some time to finish his drink. Edited by doisenpai, Mar 24 2018, 06:27 AM.
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| ♣ Red | Mar 29 2018, 08:35 AM Post #4 | ||||||||
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Adarian strolled through the town, using his Staff of the Seeing Eye as a walking stick, while the other four were tightly secured to the man's back. Despite already having a clear plan in mind, heading to a bar for information specifically, Adarian wandered around Gesso for quite some time. Partly due to his inability to find the bar, what with all the buildings looking the same, and partly because he was dumbstruck that literally everything was solid white. Finally finding the bar, he sat at one of the tables in the back, pulling his hood over him, and slinking into the shadows expertly. While he wasn't invisible by any means, the dark corner along with the dark clothing choice allowed for people to mostly look over him in their drunken state. Ordering a large tankard of beer, he examined the room quietly. From his small corner, he could see most everything. The majority of folk seemed to just be winding down after another day, enjoying an ale, or perhaps something harder. Adarian wasn't one to judge. He had no inkling of the day to day grind here at this island. Whatever these people needed to cope, was their decision, and it was one that kept this bartender in business. However, as he scanned the bar itself, he noticed on bushy-haired man. Covered in blood soaked bandages, the poor sap was killing himself with the alcohol he was drinking. Lurching to his feet, he meandered over and stood a half-step behind the man. His voice, audible yet discreet, was spoken at a tone in which only Bronz could hear clearly. "Sir, if you drink any more you quite likely will die." Adarian examined the man, now that he was closer. The alcohol would quickly begin acting as a blood thinner, and if this man lost any more blood.... "Please do come with me, I'm a doctor." |
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| doisenpai | Mar 30 2018, 07:22 PM Post #5 | ||||||||
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From the bar station, Bronz was looking at the Visitor Center and the rest of the lifeless world outside through the closest window. Nothing in particular really. Just so his eyes could escape from the overly shocking colors that decorated the interior of the pub. He didn’t think he would find comfort looking in such colorless world. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t know how he had found this pub considering every building were almost identical. If there was a front sign board he didn’t notice it. Bronz flushed down the thought as he took another swig, didn't want to bother himself with trivial things. From out of nowhere a man suddenly went up to him, saying that he was going to die. Talking about trivialities right there. He turned towards the man, had to extend his neck to look into the face. Didn't quite expect that. First thing he noticed was the man was wearing something with color, meant he was also a tourist. Second was the purple eyes popping out from the dark clothing, giving off genuine concern. A misplaced concern since he didn’t have a plan on dying just yet, he still had a woman to save. A little patch-up was what he needed. Even that could be done later. His top priority was to get off the island. He was a goddamn bear, he wouldn’t go down easily with fever and fatigue. He only had to rehydrate and he’d be back to normal. “If you got a pill doc, that’s all I need." Bronz replied upon learning the concern stranger was a doctor or claiming to be, if his words could be believed. But there was no reason he’d be lying. In case he was, and had an ulterior motive, Bronz would flatten him to sheet. No need to be worrying. But Teddy begged to disagree, jumping from the nest of hair it was perched on on to the bar table, hands on its hips, overly territorial. It was as if his furry companion had sensed something he didn't. At least Teddy made him smile, ruffled its head, and assured it was okay. Emptying his tankard, he then turned back towards the bar and handed a belly note for his drink, strangely, the bartender refused and preferred if he’d give his stained floral shirt instead. He agreed, a free tankard over a shirt was no brainer, he still had a tank top anyway. After the exchange, Bronz stood and faced the doctor - scooped Teddy as he did so. “Thanks doc, but I’m fine and in hurry." Tapped the man’s chest when he passed him by as if to say “don’t worry too much” and headed for the exit. Bronz reached the center, and once again was greeted by colorful interior just like the local pub. Though this one was filled with beautiful scenery on hanging canvas. The manager, An old man, standing behind the counter on an equally shocking poncho welcomed him. Less welcoming really, judging by his tone and the way the old man looked at him. Yes, he was tired and sick but that didn’t mean his senses were left totally impaired. Shrugging off the old man’s distrust or disgust, whatever it was, he moved towards the counter. Bronz asked straight away if he knew where Bratham was, even offered a generous sum if he had an eternal log pose in position. Soon after, the old man’s vibe changed, now accomodating and eyes glazed with hawkish interest. Bronz knew what the expression meant, he was a merchant after all. He doubled the initial offer, didn’t want to haggle. The deal was sealed with a firm hand shake. Then the geezer disappeared, went inside the storage behind the counter. Cling and clang could be heard. When he came out, he had a wrist strap in hand and attached to it was an eternal log pose. The exchange went smoothly, both were happy men. In no time, Bronz was already out of the center, and headed for the docks. But the question was, could it really be an eternal log pose to Bratham? Hmmm... ~ Exit ~ Edited by doisenpai, Apr 13 2018, 08:43 AM.
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| ♦ Togamau | May 4 2018, 06:45 PM Post #6 | ||||||||
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