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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 2:56:52 GMT -5
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Back to Loguetown. This was the place that had in the very beginning inspired Terry. At all hours of the day pirates could be seen bustling and hustling through the streets. And here pirates could feel free to roam around without any fear of persecution. Ha... If the marines even tried to do something here, it'd be hilarious.
But perhaps that didn't matter to Terry yet. As of now, she still hadn't even found a crew to join. She'd tried many times before, but for a multitude of reasons, she'd been rejected. Now, however, she had a new spark. A new boom. She only needed to find a crew which was in the process of recruiting.
"I'd have to have a captain who could at least beat me," Terry humored herself. She crossed her arms behind her head as she continued to walk down the street. Up ahead, she saw something which looked to be a pub.
"Maybe I'll start there..."
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Btw Fong, they aren't mixed baths... We have guys in the women's bath. |
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 14:16:21 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Loguetown, this dump again, Sergei had been stationed here in the event that some brave soul would attempt to rob blind a band of nobles that were in town for land appraisal purposes. The funny thing to Sergei had to be that their private security forces were already light years beyond his current level making his job what some would call paltry, unnecessary, he simply called it the greatest job he had ever been on. The large female noble had taken a shine to him and as a result his days were filled with luxury, lavish luxury that few would ever get to taste. However when she became fed up with his excuses at her sexual advances he knew it was time to run and run he did, under the guise of surveying the town he had escaped at least briefly into the populous.
Loguetown was lively as ever but the stink of cheap booze pervaded the air above all and filled his lungs. Letting out a deep sigh as he watched children playing with a half deflated ball, sighing even more when a small girl had an ice cream cone that was about to melt. Walking past her, in one swift motion using his Devil Fruit ability and placing his hand near the melting treat he had frozen it back to it’s original state, simply smiling at the girl as she scurried away from him. Perhaps this town wasn’t terrible, maybe there was some good, Pirates here were incredibly frequent though due to the islands location in the sea.
His eyes set on the cleanest looking bar in town, the least likely to be filled with the ever intrusive stench of cheap alcohol and cheap women. His pace was brisk, lively even, excited to finally be able to get a drink in him that wasn’t some fancy foreign wine from Grand Line, the kind of wine he had been drinking whilst “protecting” the Nobles. His pace was so quick in fact that the small blond girl whom was also entering the tavern at the same time was invisible to him, they collided in a spectacularly clumsy action, Sergei stopping his motion while looking down at the girl. ”Sorry.” He spoke, lifting an eyebrow. ”I didn’t see you there.” How could anyone be this short? Was it even possible? Perhaps someone lost their infant or something, he pondered over the possibilities to himself. |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 15:04:44 GMT -5
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"G-Gah! Hey! What th-... Fucking idiot! Watch where you're going!"
The nerve on this guy. As Terry was walking inside, some random guy with a cross on his necklace, seemed to think it'd be a cool thing to bump into her. The size difference had actually forced Terry back as he bumped her. But regardless, she'd taken a stance, frowning with her fist held up high. Yes, she contemplated the thought of punching him, simply for bumping into her and then shrugging it off like it was nothing, even though he'd pushed her back.
"S-Sorry? No. You're not sorry yet, buddy," She spat, as she placed her hands on the hilt of her katana. Sure, this was mostly to serve as a threat. Despite this, she really didn't use her katana anymore. If it came down to a fight, she'd more than likely rely on her other abilities.
"You have 10 seconds to give me all of your jewelry. Ten seconds. If you don't, I'm gonna kick your ass," Terry demanded.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 24, 2012 15:08:09 GMT -5
Inside the pub the two new adventurers where about to enter, a party was going on, and everyone was invited. Men were drinking ale, dancing on tables, and singing horribly pitched tunes. However, in the middle of all the merry, there was a man who didn't appear to belong. Dressed in a nice suit and bow tie, Julius awkwardly tap danced which the other pirates, haphazardly swinging his nearly untouched mug of ale back and forth.
To be honest, Julius wasn't even sure what he was doing there, he first went to Loguetown to find some new crew members, but that quickly went by the wayside as he found out that there were no worthy pirates here, just pathetic scum. However, these pathetic scums did know how to party, and for the moment, Julius was slightly enjoying himself.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 15:17:03 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Sergei simply blinked at her demand, could she be serious? Blinking a bit more at her bombastic tone, the nerve on this little one, maybe she hadn’t had her nap for today. ”Aw how cute! A toy sword, hey that looks pretty nice where did you get that? It isn’t nice to demand things from strangers like that, come on lets find your mommy.” Sergei looked around, looking left and looking right as the crowd around them began to dissipate. ”Hmmm come on maybe she went into a store or something.” Turning his back to the small girl Sergei placed his hand to his brow to block out the sun.
He figured she wasn’t really a child though there was always the possibility, never-the-less despite his back being turned to the girl his guard was not down. It was always possible she would try something, afterall money was just demanded of him at the threat of sword violence. Hands stayed firmly to his sides, despite the one being used to survey the streets in front of him. ”What does she look like? Does she have blond hair like you? Do you know what she was wearing?” Part of him was hoping that her mother did exist here and that she was gorgeous, Sergei hadn’t planned on doing a good deed today but if it was in the cards and a beautiful woman was involved he couldn’t resist... |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 15:33:59 GMT -5
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Terry's grip on the hilt of her katana began to tighten. This guy simply didn't know when to shut up. By this point Terry figured that he was trying to piss her off. No way in hell did she lok so young that she needed her "mommy" to be with her. She'd been on her own since she was fourteen. So this guy... obviously had no idea what he was talking about.
Was he simply trying to piss her off? Maybe he was trying to make her look bad? Well, if he did that here, of all places, there was no chance that she was even going to be recruited onto a crew. So, at this point, she'd have to defend her honor as well.
Too enraged now to come up with a proper battle strategy, she withdrew her katana from its sheath and without another thought dashed toward him. She'd attack him from behind with a vertical slash. If she needed to cut him in half to make a point, then she would.
"Fucking die!"
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 24, 2012 15:59:49 GMT -5
The party inside the pub continued, but Julius' interest in it quickly faded. Putting his drink down on the nearest table, he cleared his throat and said, "As lovely as this party may be, I'm afraid I cannot suffer your incompetent natures or horrible smell anymore, so I shall make my leave" and with that he paid for his drink and tried to leave. While he indeed said that with the intent of antagonizing the other party goers in an attempt to get some more excitement out of this little visit, he quickly found himself overwhelmed by 25 burly pirates who quickly picked him up, and tossed him out the door, and toward the two people who were about to fight in front of it.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 16:15:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] The sound a blade being drawn from its sheath was his cue, taking a step forward he intentionally tripped over a small rock that by any interpretation was barely there at all. Too small to be even called a pebble and as she slashed his body seemed to vanish though instead he fell down to the ground delicately. ”Ouch! Sometimes I really can be quite the clutz you know.” His eyes shifting behind him to the girl who had just missed her slash. ”Oh? What do you mean to do with that young lady, tsk tsk, I think you should put that away! You may fall like I just did... Freeze.” His hand on the ground, freezing the area below it night instantly before the ice made its way across the floor to the ground underneath the blond girl, a rather thick sheet though perfectly smooth to accommodate slipping.
Standing up straight now, however the space between them interrupted by a man flying out of the double doors of the tavern. Sergei blinked for a bit, hard, looking down at the ground and at the girl who was most likely having trouble keeping her footing. ”Now if you don’t put that away I am going to have to take it away from you, you know? Someone so small having a sword so big! Kids these days sheesh.” Turning his back again, a smile across his lips, she was quite fast though her downfall was how utterly predictable her motion was. If it wasn’t for Sergei’s own extensive combat experience he may be split in half right about now. |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 16:32:57 GMT -5
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The ice formed beneath Terry's feet before she'd had any time to really consider a followup attack. She looked down at the man, preparing her next attack, but before she could do so, her feet started to slip apart. Her front right food began to slip forward, and her left food began to slip in the opposite way. There was no stopping it either. She nearly tried to wobble, or to fall in any other direction, but it wasn't happening. Nope. She went down straight to the ground, elegantly performing the "splits"... But not on purpose, and unfortunately, she wasn't flexible enough for it not to hurt like hell.
"Shiiiiiit!" Such pain.
She stared at him in shock. That slip. That hadn't been on purpose had it? Had he really fallen like that, or was it something more? And... the ground... how had it frozen? It made very little sense either. Granted, it wasn't nearly as ridiculous and unpredictable as the young man being thrown to the ground, but it was ridiculous nonetheless.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 24, 2012 16:55:08 GMT -5
Picking himself up off the ground and dusting off his nice clothes, Julian immediately felt like he was interrupting something. The two people who he landed near didn't seem to be very phased by his sudden appearance, but he did take notice of them quite quickly. One, seemed to be a religious man of sorts, judging by the cross around his neck, and he just seemed to radiate an aura which Julius could relate too. The second, on the other hand, was a young, improper, albeit quite cute, young lady who seemed to be doing the splits.
The ice on the ground didn't go by unnoticed by the young captain, although, out of context, it couldn't be for certain that one of them had any supernatural powers, but it was a thought that lingered in the back of his mind. Now, maybe it was the auras that the pair had about them, maybe it was their different way of dress, or maybe even that they didn't reek to high heaven, but he thought that they may be some potential new recruits. Always the polite one when meeting new people, Julius walked up to them and did a little bow, "Greetings! I am Julius Fawkes, Captain of the Crimson Sky Pirates, and I was wondering if you two wouldn't mind joining my crew?"
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 17:21:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] Laughing slightly now at the sound of the young girl falling, taking a step or two before turning around at the question posed by the young man. ”Oh a pirate?” The back of his mind screaming, he wanted more than anything to encase the young man in ice. A rush of memories from his youth returning in a flash at the very mention of the word but he stayed his rage. Deep within himself he let it stew there, tepid, letting out a heavy breath he simply smiled a bit wide at the idea. ”Sorry my friend but I cannot accept your offer...” Sergei took from the small pocket on his robes a small leather object that when he opened it in front of the two young runabouts revealed a metal insignia with the kanji for ‘justice’ and the motto fo the marines signifying his position as a member of the marines proper.
”Recruiting people in a town to join a pirate crew eh? Come now you can’t expect me to leave you alone now. You can’t really expect me to just let you walk away.” Letting out another deep sigh, placing his forehead in his palm. ”This was supposed to be another easy day of an easy job too. Sorry friend.” Almost forgetting the girl who was currently on the floor, his attention turned to the young man instead, cold eyes set on him. |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 18:56:12 GMT -5
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Now in pain, Terry stood carefully, making sure that she wouldn't fall on the ice again. Her legs were now in such pain from that fall, particularly her thighs, but she didn't have time to worry about that right now. So the guy in front of her was a marine? Really? He didn't look it. But he did have some odd powers like what she hadn't seen before. He was apparently a Devil Fruit user too.
And this guy in front of her was trying to recruit people onto his crew.
Crap... this wasn't good. No wonder that guy was so tough. He was a marine! Terry's knees began to shake. What to do? What would they do to her? She didn't want to risk going to prison.
I'm not even a p-pirate yet...
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 24, 2012 19:23:14 GMT -5
Anne blew into a ball. It was a patch work thing, worn down and barely held together with some stitching. She wasn't sure exactly what she could do for it but she had to at least try. And the funny faces she was making while trying to blow air back into the thing seemed to make the kids day, so that was a plus.
"Pfffff. Pffff."
She had managed with some effort, and duck tape, her new best friend since she signed up with the marines, to get the thing functional. Handing it back to the little girl at the groups head, Anne found herself rewarded with a tight hug from the child.
Mhmm, hugs.
Seeing the children off with a wave, Anne continued on her hunt for her superior. He'd run off somewhere saying he was going on patrol and now that noble lady had been bothering her all day to go look for him. She didn't bother to explain why she needed him so badly, she just sort of nudged Anne and winked a few times, repeating 'well you know'. Anne didn't. But maybe she could ask him when she finally caught up?
While she had been poking her head in and out of shops in hopes of spotting the man, Anne finally managed to find him when, well, the ground below one of the local bars had ice form underneath it. With a 'Aha!' she made way for the building, opening the door and sticking her head in to search for her superior.
"Hey, boss! I've been looking for you!"
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 24, 2012 19:40:42 GMT -5
Julius simply sighed, just his luck. There weren't supposed to be any marines dumb enough to come to this part of town. Considering his options, he decided against the obviously wiser decision of letting every single pirate in town know there was marine in town, and instead opted to challenge him head on to see if he could 'light his fire'.
"No worries friend, I know you're just doing your job, hope you don't hold it against me when I beat you too a bloody pulp", he replied, getting ready for a fight.
However, he suddenly heard another voice, that of a young girl, calling to the marine. Great, another one... this was going to be difficult. Holding his trump card for now, he simply turned to the girl, "Well well, a little two on one, how exciting".
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 24, 2012 20:25:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 130px;]words -- ( num ) tags -- ( people ) notes -- ( whatever else ) | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true] As her heard the voice he was assured of whom it was. Her tone was distinct to him even though they had not been what one would call friends for very long it was certainly nice to have some kind of backup in this situation though he would probably not need it. Placing his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers. ”Hellooooo Anne!” He called out to her, his eyes still focused on the man in front of him and the small girl behind him whom had just tried to cleave his body in twain. Were they really worth his time? The smallest of small frys for sure. Stepping forward, the sound of ice cracking in the air before finally the patch of ice he had created before became colder and colder, attempting to freeze their feet in place. Would they notice he? He had to test out their combat instincts. ”Freeze.” He said the name of his technique again.
He knew Anne wasn’t much of a fighter, not yet anyway though she certainly had potential. The potential to be a great Rokushiki user that was for sure but at the moment she was a bit lackluster. Hoping to finish this quickly the ice began to crawl up the shoes of his two opponents with great haste however if they had any sense they would have moved by now. Sergei steadied his gaze on the male whom had not done much so far except for being thrown out of the bar onto his face and solicited him for illegal activities but it was enough, if they ran however he would most likely let them leave. It wasn’t worth the effort at this point |
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