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| Three Way Race; FIGHT MONTH 2018 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 13 2018, 08:10 AM (176 Views) | |
| ♣ Alistor | Apr 13 2018, 08:10 AM Post #1 |
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Amos stood on a small circular island. It’s total circumference was about twenty miles. A decent trek, but small as far as islands were concerned. It was here, standing next to his two fellow Crimson Ghosts Karocue and Nelson, that he was preparing for a race. There were just the three of them in this race and the rules were simple. You must run around the island. Combat is allowed. No taking shortcuts and no interference outside of the participants. Devil Fruit abilities were - of course - allowed. You had to run. You could not get inside any vehicle in order to get to the finish line - which was the same as the start line. Amos was well aware of Nelson’s ability which would give him an edge, but Amos was proud of his speed and wouldn’t give up the race easily. The route was a simple circle, though many obstacles were placed along it by their friends. So that no one gets lost or goes off track, Yeager had placed metal chains around the dirt track that they were to follow. This meant one would have to purposefully run through the chain barrier in order to leave the track. Amos’ muscles were loose as he stretched and took off his normal ranger clothes. Beneath it, he had on traditional track shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He picked his Adam wood bow and quiver and put them on his back, as well as putting his gadgets back on. They would prove useful during the race. |
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| LightSenpai | Apr 14 2018, 08:31 PM Post #2 |
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Cynthia saw the three get into position, her joining them as she looked over, her seeming to just appear suddenly with very little warning next to Amos, the only sound coming from her shoes and sword on her back, it over half a foot taller than she was, the sheath and hilt made of reinforced sea king bone, dyed black with the hilt dyed red with black cloth wrapping. "Mind if I join?" She'd smile at him, her not realizing she'd not introduced herself to any of them yet, her coat hanging low over her body, it being pretty clear that she wasn't the tallest, being four inches shorter than the man. She noticed his bow seemed to be made of a wood she didn't recognize, her guessing it was probably in some part metal due to that. She did assume though that the poundage must have been immense if that was the case, definitely more than she could wield for multiple reasons. She looked over at the two others, wondering who exactly they were, recognizing Nelson, but not Karocue, the man's white hair sticking out as odd to her but not too much, considering most commoners seemed to have the same kind of reaction to her hair and general appearance. For this reason she just assumed this was normal, perhaps whitened from stress or he just looked good in old age, though he looked to her no older than his thirties at a minimum, her understanding some mature faster than others as she was often told she was more physically mature than she should be for her age. Her hair draped over her back, focusing forwards again as she waited for some response, her at least knowing this was some kind of race, a long one from the looks of the chain path that lined the area. Edit: forgot to scale up Stats because Amos Scaled-up Stats
Edited by LightSenpai, May 9 2018, 08:51 PM.
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Spoiler: click to toggle Art is by Poltergiest-El on Deviantart. Cynthia Joëlle Sinclair • Doctor • Weapon Specialist • The Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 2,000,000 • SD Earned: 100 • Beli: 8,400,000 • Location: Grand LineEliza Collards • Arms Dealer • Blacksmith • No Crew Yet • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Grand Line, Rust Pit Island
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| DracNosferatu | Apr 14 2018, 10:11 PM Post #3 |
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A very young man stood, among the dangerous pirates, simply stretching by taking a wide stance and leaning towards his left, with his right arm arching over his head, (which spouted a cube hair style) to the side, before doing the opposite. He then stretched his arm to the side, bracing it with his other arm. He was just doing basic warm up exercises, as he stared along the starting path they would soon be running across. He may be among the youngest of this crew, but he needed to establish the fact he was the fastest, even among the other division commanders. This was mainly due to the fact he felt... somewhat weak when compared to the others, and this insecurity needed to be addressed for him to prove himself as the fastest, at least he could bear that title. He glanced at his competition, and in an attempt to look tough, he tilted his head, trying to make it crack to clearly define his toughness. There was indeed a crack, but Nelson immediately dropped, rubbing his neck, as the sudden pain seized all priority from his other limbs, and his block-shaped head slammed on the ground as he rolled around, yelling indiscriminate made up words that vaguely sounded like curses. After a moment of this, he got up, sniffing back up some of his tears of pain and plastered a brave face on. That didn't work, forget acting tough, Nelson was just going to outspeed them all, screw acting tough, he just needed to prove his own merits. Amos was using his gadgets, so was Nelson. Even without his devil fruit, Nelson was proud of his running speed, as he had been training by running laps around his home island daily, he was easily the fastest from his home town, and his devil fruit makes his speed downright inhuman. Spoiler: click to toggle
Edited by DracNosferatu, Apr 15 2018, 02:06 PM.
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| Karocue | Apr 15 2018, 12:06 AM Post #4 |
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Karocue looked around at his crew mates he was super exsited about the race his hed was spinning with exsitement he was ready and willing he was going to win. Karocue stood streching his hamstrings. His face was wrapped as normal but today he wore his cotten blend T shirt with the skull and with a wrapped face a hammer and large nails crossing under it. He wore jogging pants with a light weight carpenter belt on in one side his nail gun. In the other his hammer. He didnt know what would happen but hell this was a rac after all he wouldnt hurt his crew mates. But he would make sure they would be distracted. Karocues hair was braided but tied into a pony tail. He wanted this to be super fun and it would he glanced at everyone. Bursting out laughing he wraped his arms and legs. He didnt know what was going to happen but oh well. Karocue wasnt used to running. He would have to find his nitch his head was swelled with anxiaty he might be to competitive but he couldnt wait. Spoiler: click to toggle
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Karocue •Crew Position: Division 6 Captain • Profession Name: Carpenter/Blacksmith Purple • Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 200,000 • Location: – GrandLine Route 4 Gesso Island Name:Salazar Crew position: crewman Crew:Gambit Roulette Color speech:Dark Turquoise Commandations:0 Sd earned:0 Beli:500,000 Profession:Merchent/doc/thief/marksmen Location:East Blue Spoiler: click to toggle
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 20 2018, 09:19 AM Post #5 |
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Amos saw Cynthia join and he nodded to her. He had never met any of them, but he knew who they were. He knew who everyone in his crew was. It was part of being the first mate. “3…..2…..” Amos heard the countdown. Shit! He quickly got into a running position and waited for the command to go. “1!” A gun shot sounded. Amos didn’t look to see where the other three of them were. He took off running at a sprint. He was fast, though he expected those others were even faster. Amos grabbed his grappling hook in his right hand and prepared for someone to pass him… |
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| LightSenpai | Apr 24 2018, 06:53 PM Post #6 |
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Cynthia observed everyone in the seconds before they started the racCynthia observed everyone in the seconds before they started the race, checking out everyone's equipment and demeanor, her giggling a little as Nelson was clearly trying to act tough, or at least thats the way she saw it. She didn't quite understand why he was trying to show off at all. If anything, she's the one who had something to prove. She needed to prove she was strong, useful to them, two things she knew she wasn't at the moment. All she had was her speed and her swordsmanship since her skills as a doctor lacked as of late. Even then, her skill with a sword could be replaced, she wasn't anything special and didn't have a devil fruit. She had to be fast, the fastest she could be. She got into position, her eyes focused forwards, glancing off to the side occasionally to watch out for anything she'd need to worry about as she kept aware of her surroundings, sprinting forwards at speeds that to most would have been far from human, but to her everyone that wasn't this fast was just slow. She couldn't afford to not be this fast, for her crew, herself, as well as to survive. She wasn't as strong as Amos, not even close. But she'd damn well try to outdo him in something at the very least. She kept going, keeping Amos a little ahead of her so she could overtake him in the final stretch, her expecting someone of his stature to have at least a trick or two up his sleeve. All high ranking powerful people did that, no matter what they did for a living. She knew better than to go all out at the start, that that usually meant loss or death. She also knew her crew wouldn't do that based on how they were around her, but for all she knew they could be hiding behind a false facade. |
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Spoiler: click to toggle Art is by Poltergiest-El on Deviantart. Cynthia Joëlle Sinclair • Doctor • Weapon Specialist • The Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 2,000,000 • SD Earned: 100 • Beli: 8,400,000 • Location: Grand LineEliza Collards • Arms Dealer • Blacksmith • No Crew Yet • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Grand Line, Rust Pit Island
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| DracNosferatu | Apr 24 2018, 08:42 PM Post #7 |
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Nelson took the most dramatic wind-up as the count clocked down, as he crouched down on his hands, raising his behind in the air, and making his legs transform into his traditional wheels, skidding excitedly against the dirt of the track. To him, Cynthia was the main threat here, he knew first-hand of her agility and natural running speed, it's superhuman nature was easily comparable, if not superior to Nelson's own ability, despite the fact she had no devil fruit ability to speak of. Of course, this in no way meant she was inferior to him, her strength was impressive, as well, and it was virtually only his brains and his ranged abilities that made him feel as capable as her. However, that wasn't to say he'd be underestimating the others anytime soon, Amos was certainly going to be troublesome, as he had the highest bounty of the whole crew, (for now, at least,) his actions would need to be measured and careful in order to come out on top. Going immediately to first place would paint a target on his back, but that being said, he is fastest when he's on all fours, so attacking would be difficult, as he would need to slow down to free his arms or his legs to attack. It would be best not to start out at full throttle, and see what the others will pull, as going wild would lead to the rest uniting to get him out of their collective way. The difficulty in this race lay in when and where to interfere with others, as any action could create an opening for others to exploit. He decided on his current plan of action the moment the countdown reached 1, and he raised himself to a relatively upright position, but he did lean forward, to maximize his aerodynamic shape, his spinning legs allowed a bit more leeway in his stance as he ran, as he didn't need to worry so much about the distribution of weight throughout his body as he ran. Despite this, he paced himself, matching the other two's pace, not willing to overextend himself too much immediately, as the others were obviously holding themselves back, as well. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 30 2018, 12:01 PM Post #8 |
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Amos wasn’t holding back in the slightest as he sprinted. The pathway curved into the island slightly, and that was when Amos saw it. In front of the trio who were running at near even speeds, was a giant wall. The stone wall stood at twenty feet, easily. Amos couldn’t see what was on top, but he didn’t care. He needed to get over this thing! Amos aimed his grappling hook and shot. It smashed into the wall and grabbed ahold. Just before Amos hit the wall, he pressed a button on his grappling hook and it pulled him to the top of the wall, dangling by the grappling hook. He reached his hand over and threw himself over the wall, ripping the grappling hook out at the same time. As Amos fell down the wall, he realized he was wrong. It wasn’t that there was something on top of the wall. There was something on the other side. A pit that was easily fifteen feet deep and wide enough that Amos didn’t think he could stretch out over it. Inside the pit were spikes. |
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| LightSenpai | Apr 30 2018, 08:56 PM Post #9 |
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Cynthia followed closely behind Amos, the wall approaching her quickly, her sword sheathed as she points it sheath-first at the wall, her speeding up as she approaches it, her sword touching it well before she can "Noirevoile Rose: Bronze Impact Thorn!" She used the speed she was going combined with the force needed to make a deep impact in the iron paneled wall, it toppling after the panel Cynthia struck flew forwards at what would be terminal velocity to any common marine or pirate, slamming into Amos as it would slam him into the ground. She would strike another panel as she grabbed onto it to propel herself at said speed combined with her movement speed. She let out a final third impact against it to go for one final stretch as well as to correct her trajectory, it finally mangled it under her, her managing to land running with some level of effort and stinging pain in her legs for a brief moment from the force of falling from that speed and height, hopefully far ahead of the others. Her adjusted trajectory ensured she only at worst minimally damaged herself, but she knew she still couldn't relax. Fight Month only Techs
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Spoiler: click to toggle Art is by Poltergiest-El on Deviantart. Cynthia Joëlle Sinclair • Doctor • Weapon Specialist • The Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 2,000,000 • SD Earned: 100 • Beli: 8,400,000 • Location: Grand LineEliza Collards • Arms Dealer • Blacksmith • No Crew Yet • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Grand Line, Rust Pit Island
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| DracNosferatu | May 1 2018, 12:38 PM Post #10 |
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The wall was certainly in the way, but the first obstacle in their way could easily trip any of them up, especially since none of them could immediately recognize the quirks of the trap. "Huh?" He muttered, noticing Amos pulling something out, before firing a grappling hook at the wall. He could do nothing but watch Amos throw himself past the other two, gaining the lead. "Dangit!" He muttered, still insisting on his faux-curse words, regardless of the situation. He put some more power into his leg wheels, pushing to go faster towards the wall. Spoiler: click to toggle At the last second, he stopped spinning his legs, in order to jump up at the wall, making his arms and legs spin as soon as he impacted, generating a very rough texture on his wheels in order to create enough friction to allow him to grip on and rise up along the wall.A few moments later, Cynthia slammed into the wall, shaking it thoroughly, and bucking Nelson in the air, momentarily, before he scrambled mid-air back to the wall, and resuming his skidding along the now-collapsing wall. Fortunately, the falling wall made for an ideal ramp and he charged along it, flying in the air, and starting to prepare for his landing. He glanced back, while still in the air, spotting Amos about to be slammed by the metal wall. "Oh, crud!" He exclaimed, turning his torso around, mid-air, while his legs stayed facing forward. He then started spinning only one of his hands as he gripped his SpringBall Gun, before he released the trigger, and the metal ball looped around the air, curling through the air, stretching out it's spring connection very far, as the ball flew by Amos, bouncing around inside of the pit of spikes, before it flew back out, aiming to slam into Amos and send him flying out of the pit. Spoiler: click to toggle Only after he was sure Amos was out of deep water, Nelson returned his attention to the ground, which was now much closer than before. At the last possible second, he tucked in his shoulder, and rotated his legs up to his chest, showing shocking flexibility, as the force of the movement forced his back towards the ground. He tumbled across the dirt ground, bouncing off of the ground, desperately sticking out his arms to stop the misdirected rolling, He spun his arms the opposite direction. He slowed down enough for him to glance upwards, finding his bearings before he coughed, the impact taking it's toll. Regardless, he pushed himself back up, spinning his legs, once more, resuming his pace, as he hadn't stopped entirely, just enough to gather his bearings and resume his set path. Edited by DracNosferatu, May 26 2018, 06:20 PM.
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| ♣ Alistor | May 4 2018, 08:07 PM Post #11 |
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Amos watched the ball bounce beneath him in the pit. The ball bounced nearby and Amos grabbed it. The ball carried him out of the pit. As soon as it was on the other side, he let go and landed. Though, as he let go, Amos noticed that both of the other runners had made their way past him. Amos cursed as he struggled to keep up and began running again. They were fast! Up ahead, Amos could see another obstacle forming. Well, maybe obstacle wasn’t the right word for thirty three Lapahn in an icy ravine. There was no jumping across this ravine, either. Amos could tell from the glance that it was at least a hundred feet across. They would have to fight their way through. |
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| LightSenpai | May 9 2018, 08:49 PM Post #12 |
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Cynthia kept going forwards as fast as she possible could, using her already elevated speed and frankly absurd amount of acceleration that was starting to fade as she tried to hold the lead for as long as she could, noticing the vast open space, jumping as far as she could over it, using the conditions for something she didn't know would work or not. She tried to hit the air so hard she could push herself forwards up at an angle, using her sword as the catalyst of transferring force. With a sense of surprise in her that she didn't exactly have time to try this, she could feel the wind rushing past below her as she was clearly falling, and fast at that. This did give her an idea though that might or might not work. Cynthia attempted to land at least somewhat softly, landing somewhat safely, her completely surrounded by the giant rabbit things. Not knowing the approximate strength of these things, she'd at least test that and carve some path for her to escape if she couldn't fight them. "Summer Lotus.." She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, drawing it using the momentum from her landing and the difference in air pressure to cut the air so hard and fast that it made a small vortex, her drawing the blade of her sword for the lightest weight and fastest draw speed possible, a brief but strong cyclone of wind bursting from it in the shape of a lotus flower, her picking up and running as the animals would get carried off effectively making her a path. "16-Petal Storm!" Resting only a split second break, she kicked off the ground as she did for some extra leverage, with a sudden burst of speed that made her look like a blur of black and red, running as far and fast as she could, attempting to outpace her opposition and the rabbits, her catapulting forwards at the same blinding speed the propulsion from earlier gave her somehow. She didn't understand it, but didn't question it as she gunned for the finish line wherever it may be. Techs (Fight Month)
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Spoiler: click to toggle Art is by Poltergiest-El on Deviantart. Cynthia Joëlle Sinclair • Doctor • Weapon Specialist • The Crimson Ghost Pirates • Bounty: 2,000,000 • SD Earned: 100 • Beli: 8,400,000 • Location: Grand LineEliza Collards • Arms Dealer • Blacksmith • No Crew Yet • Bounty: 0 • SD Earned: 0 • Beli: 500,000 • Location: Grand Line, Rust Pit Island
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| DracNosferatu | May 10 2018, 10:38 AM Post #13 |
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That Cynthia had a lot of nerve. Trying to outpace her commander? Well... This WAS a race after all, but... No matter, he would show her her own folly of underestimating him. But he would give her an earful later on endangering Amos like that. This crew was quite lucky to have him, in fact, he seemed to be the most sensible of the crew, definitely the most handsome, perhaps he should take over as vice-captain, or maybe even actual captain. It was while he was considering all of this when he noticed he was falling, having ran out of road to drive across. He glanced down at the fearsome rabbits below me, but he simply frowned, at Cynthia as she burst a path open. "Oh no you don't!" He muttered, glancing down at the Lapahn below him, he counted about 10 of them setting up in his path, "Ahh! So many-No, I can handle this." He freaked out, for a moment, before immediately regaining his focus and tucking in his arms and legs, performing a couple flips mid-air, before he stretched his arms and legs up and down, respectively, still spinning, before he sped up to an unnatural extent, his body transforming into a giant wheel. Spoiler: click to toggle Some lapahn had the common sense to back up a bit, but a stubborn one jumped up to try to tackle him out of the air. An instant later, the bulky bunny was slammed into the ground, as Nelson was thrown forward, using that particular Lapahn's face as a ramp, to push himself forward and negate his downwards momentum by transferring it to the rabbit. His force was surprising as he tossed Lapahn aside left and right, charging after Cynthia, his tire squealing against the ice, it's specialized treads allowing him to grip the ice effortlessly. Edited by DracNosferatu, May 26 2018, 06:19 PM.
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