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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 25, 2012 19:37:18 GMT -5
The sun was setting on the barren field, as Julius paced back and forth across the land. It was a week ago when he first heard about the other two pirates, the one's wanting to become Yonko. He had sent the invitations through word of mouth, posters, etc. He was hoping they would come, hoping he would get a chance to prove himself. But for now, he just continued to pace.
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 25, 2012 20:30:48 GMT -5
The young pirate had gotten an invitation or rather a challenge that prompted him to meet someone who wanted to test his strength. The hilarity of it all was that Dmitri wasn't that well known of a pirate, so really either someone had been scouting him out from a distance or knew of some of his efforts in his younger days or perhaps this was even some kind of trap to lure weaker pirates out to their doom. Whichever it was, this situation would play out to be fairly interesting. Maybe he didn't know what kind of situation he was walking into but neither did his enemies. Dmitri wasn't above doing something dangerous such as allowing himself to be dragged out into the open just for a display of strength. If someone wanted to test his skill, then so be it.
Arriving at the coordinates given to him, the blond pirate's bangs would sway in the gentle wind. Of course, the one he had been dragged him out to this spot would be awaiting him. Either he didn't know what Dmitri was capable of or he was just that confident in his own abilities.
The male's right eye would focus onto the other man's form, stopping dead in his tracks as he cast a disinterested gaze at him. "I'm here. Now what?"
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Post by Pizza Hut Jones on Nov 26, 2012 17:44:45 GMT -5
The eyes of the vagabond did not cease looking around, he had been walking all night and no kind of food had entered his mouth, not even the little scrap he so wished for..well at least just not yet, his frequency on stealing money had grown, yet his success decreased after all most people in this world were broke ass fuc** going around begging for money, or being like him and doing the smart thing to steal it...fight for it. A groan of dislike came out of his mouth, as the sun set. The rays of the undeniable heat hitting at his body, yet he was able to ignore them. His body looking like the one of some one who had died. He was not heading for any certain place, there was no goals in his head...other than the goal to survive. He was just heading for any place he could get money, and food from. His arms dangling at his sides, the power to raise them perhaps gone. Half open optics looking at the sun for another groan to come off his mouth, chest vibrating as he let out the animal like noise. As soon as it seemed like his arms could not move at all, his right hand rose to slowly clench at the hilt of his sword. His frame stopping from it's movement, debris and dust moving off behind his feet as he stopped. Body crouching slightly, his head rising while his dark brown eyes moved around to catch any thing that moved. He did not have experience but he could tell some one was near the place he was standing.
In fact memories started lingering about inside his head, he could tell...this was the place the dumb ass pirate had called out for the Yonko wannabe's to all come in one place only to get their asses slaughtered by Marines. Of course Pizza was a dumb ass also, and curiosity killed him more than any thing. He could now remember that this was the place he was headed for, to fight the pirates that were going to come to the place. The lust and want for battle filling up his body with energy, and adrenaline. His visage ripped, as a smile formed upon his face. Cheeks moving up only for an toothy grin to show on his face, "Here i come bitches!" Without another word, he would start running. His frame dashing off from where it was, the right hand that was still on his sword releasing it self and the sword from their holds. Pizza's sword being right in front of him, as the wild look of the wild dog showed upon him, that cheshire smile...The Illest one was on his way. The metal under his wooden sandals touching at the barren field, for an loud noise to come off the floor and hit the air. No matter how much he wanted to deny it though, the running was tiring his body. Lack of sleep, food, and water was not a good thing and running while you are going through such a thing was even worse yet he ignored it to his full extent. Adrenaline and new found energy striking his body, as his sandals hit the floor.
The pavement of the floor feeling bad, and rough decreasing his speed yet he kept on moving. The debris and dust being left behind growing, his sight finally meeting the three bodies not too far away. His smile growing even further, "Found ya." With a last step, he would gather all his momentum into one thing. Quickly he would move up, jumping as high as he could for the first person he saw which was the pink haired girl, he would most likely flirt with if it was not for the want to cause chaos. Gravity pushing his light body down, to come down upon the pink haired girl. His sword coming down upon her, the stealth attack diverting from being a stealth attack as he yelled "WHAHOO!" to his new spectators. His sword coming down by his control attempting to strike horizontally at her back, it was a simple attack, but after all it was just the start of the competition that was about to reveal itself in the unknown barren lands.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 26, 2012 18:39:25 GMT -5
Julius was really starting to get impatient, and began to think this was a hopeless endeavor. Really, what pirate in their right mind would accept a challenge like this? It was really a stupid idea for him to think of in the first place. However, it wasn't his logical mind that made him come up with it, it was his pride, pride that had been damaged in Loguetown. He had to prove to himself that out of the potential pirate king canidates, he was still the best.
He stopped pacing for a brief moment to catch his breath, when he noticed a man walking toward him. As the one eyed boy asked his question, Julius barely had time to answer, "Why simple, we wait for the other party guests, patches" before another pirate came stumbling along.
This one however, was remarkably more beautiful than the one eyed boy, and Julius found himself wishing she was on his crew instead of apparently going against him. He was about to flirt with the woman, when out of a nowhere, another man entered the battle, seeing the man coming and what he was about to do... Julius couldn't just stand by and idly let this happen. Sure the point was to prove to these people that he was the one and only Pirate King, but what type of king lets beautiful women be slaughtered by some battle hungry maniac?
Shouting "Watch out!" to the woman, he quickly ran up to her, his fighting style specializing in short, spastic movements, he jerked his body down under the range of the sword, and prepared to punch the man in the chin when he got into range.
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 26, 2012 21:56:52 GMT -5
Anne wasn't sure what to make of the letter she received. One of her old subordinates had sent an invitation to prove who was 'pirate king'...on a tiny island off in the North Blue. She wasn't sure what these children were playing at, but she had been assured by her old crew mate that she'd be in for a laugh.
Treading across the soft sands, Anne was perfectly content with strolling along the beach she'd found herself on. it was quite the pretty local, untouched by human hands. Too small for a reasonably sized town, she'd imagine but a wonderful get away to spend a relaxing day on.
It wasn't long before Anne finally reached at the designated meeting place - or at least she assumed as such with all the people gathered around. It'd be mighty awkward if stumbled across another group that just so happened to be on the isle at this exact day and time. She had arrived just in time to see the pirates seemingly engaged in a free for all. A sight that brought a rueful smile to her lips.
"Fufufufufu...only the young could be so eager to buck heads."
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Post by dmitri d. nightengale on Nov 27, 2012 18:31:14 GMT -5
Patches? Who exactly did this fool take him for? Apparently he thought he could talk to Dmitri in such a rude way, but soon enough he would be silenced. There weren't many people he disliked or types of people he disliked, but he definitely did not like idiots. By this point he had already formed his first thoughts about the other young man, raising his eyebrow in response to what had just been said to him. While he didn't take everything said to him to heart, there were still certain things that pulled at his strings. But who was he waiting for?
Approaching them would be a young woman, probably someone else who had been called out by this pirate's wanting to meet or whatever you might want to call it. Just as soon as he focused his gaze upon her, he would see a swordsman sneak up behind her as he prepared to strike and Dmitri would not hesitate, but it would seem that the glasses wearing pirate took off first to defend the lady pirate. How noble of him, but Dmitri had his own plan in mind as he swiftly came up into the fray, positioning himself in front of the female. Unsheathing his blades simultaneously, he would bring them both upward in an attempt to slice both men at once across the chest in one swift motion upon unleashing the steel from their resting places, a basic attack of iaido.
With both of them so focused on each other and the girl pirate, it would be a feat of luck if either had any time to react or so he believed. "Thirsty little dogs." The blond would remark as he attacked the two men at once.
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