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Post by Terry King on Nov 24, 2012 20:36:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #E6B8B8;] * all that shimmers IN THIS WORLD IS SURE TO FADE AWAY AGAIN
Really? Another marine already? This wasn't good... but there wasn't much Terry could do at this point anymore. She couldn't fight these people. She wanted to be a pirate... but the marines were too many, and obviously strong. This guy was even a devil fruit user! Terry's feet began to grow lighter and lighter. Her heart began to beat faster and faster. She needed to get away..
Shit! I'm out of here! she gasped. Just as she tried to turn and high tail it, she'd realize she couldn't lift her feet. They were cold. Frozen. She couldn't move. And it was so cold.
"What did you do to me?! What the hell!"
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 24, 2012 20:57:52 GMT -5
"Eh? Two on one?" Anne looked at the man who'd been standing next to her superior. Then looked at her superior. Then back at him. Then at the tiny girl who'd seemed to have been completely forgotten by this point.
Then her boss started freezing the room.
An 'ice user', he'd been blessed with one of the rarest fruits known to man - a logia. Something that could allow an individual to become the element itself! Even more so, it was super cool to watch! It was the kind of fruit that people could fantasize about, turning into magma or lightning and becoming an invincible juggernaut of elemental fury.
The only fruit she stumbled across was one that turned people into balls.
But, that was getting off track and her boss was using his freezing for a reason. She looked back at the man, then at the girl who was now frozen to the floor, then at the dozen or so privateer looking individuals who'd gotten up from their seats and were sending mixed looks at her superior.
Anne threw an accusing finger at the group and let loose a "Pirates!" before leaping over the iced floor and barreling head first into the group of ruffians.
(2 posts till she's done. Have at it guys~)
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 24, 2012 21:16:08 GMT -5
As Julius had a watchful eye on the marine, he did indeed notice when ice began to crackle and began to walk around the ice, circling the young marine.
"So, you're a devil fruit user huh?" Julius spat in disgust. "One of those fools who couldn't find their own strength, so you had to rely on a hokie demonic fruit. I certainly couldn't call myself a pirate king if I lost to someone like you!" he finished as he began to charge the marine in order to get close enough to launch his flicker pummel technique at his midsection.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 0:57:16 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] Noticing the young girl stuck in place he sighed a bit in the back of him mind, she was no fighter. At least not yet. His eyes closed halfway as the other pirates stormed out, Anne was obviously on the job, Sergei sucked on his teeth about the lecture from the young man. ”Pirate king? Strength?” The move was coming from a mile away, a straight dash, this one obviously specialized in some form of hand to hand combat which suited Sergei just fine. As the distance between them closed, Sergei’s hands shifted to his pockets, stepping to the side before speaking again. ”Cold Snap...”
The sound of ice cracking in the air could be heard for a split second before instantly the area directly around Sergei dropped to a temperature that was well below freezing into the negative degrees centigrade from the almost balmy midsummer day temperature that was present just a few moments ago. A temperature change like this would affect anyone within fifteen feet of him but this man foolishly charging in like this would feel it the worst and at a temperature so extreme that his bodies first instinct would be to run. Run for it’s very life. ”You mean to lecture me on strength? Hokie fruit? Listen there are two things in the world, the strong and the weak, how the strong get that way does not matter and how the weak stay that way does not matter.” |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 1:34:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #E6B8B8;] * all that shimmers IN THIS WORLD IS SURE TO FADE AWAY AGAIN
Standing here and waiting for the ice to melt wasn't going to happen any sooner if they were deprogressing. The temperature, which was once reasonable was becoming something much worse. Freezing! How had it gotten so cold? And what was worse, the ice was freezing her feet from around them. This was one of those moments where she wished more than ever that she was wearing sneakers, or furs... anything really, aside from sandals.
Damn... seriously?
She couldn't move, so it seemed that Terry now had no choice other than to watch the fight that was unfolding in front of her. There was that one guy who was attempting to recruit pirates for his crew, and then there was this marine guy, who seemed way overpowered. Terry's eyes remained fixated on the young pirate... though momentarily she'd simply shake her head.
Idiot... he's going to get himself killed...
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 2:03:16 GMT -5
A straight to the jaw.
A kick to the abdomen.
It should be needless to say that Anne, who'd been trained all her life in the art of close-quarters combat vs. ruffians who barely knew the sharp end of a sword, was kicking some serious ass. Most of them only took one, solid strike to the body to knock them out of the brawl she'd found herself at the center of. Even more so, she'd produced enough strength to send the smaller men flying to the back and the larger men stumbling into the furniture. She was also having the one of the best times she'd had in a long while.
The bartender, who was silently cleaning a single cup, quietly watched Anne make a mess of his bar.
"Whose next!?" Anne ducked under the blow aimed at her back, bending back and decking the attacker in the face before twisting back upright, quickly delivering another strike to a frontward attacker before moving on to her next victim. All with a grin on her face. Oh yeah. She was having a blast.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 25, 2012 2:13:05 GMT -5
Julius could feel the cold seep into his very bones as he got in striking range of the marine. His body was shivering, aching, wanting to run, but his mind held strong. However, he knew that he would have to retreat from this close range right after his attack, and was already planning a hit and run strategy.
To busy shivering to make a comeback, he simply launched a series of five blows against his opponents midsection, sacrificing strength for great speed, but each blow powerful enough to knock the breath out of a fit adult male.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 2:26:27 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] Hook, line and sinker. The boy didn’t seem like the sharpest knife in the drawer and it was this bet that Sergei gambled on, as the fists approached his torso Sergei readied himself turning his entire torso into solid ice that cracked from the attack but on the final movement of his opponents fists, Sergei caught them both mid attack in his ice abdomen freezing his opponents fists to his body. ”Freeze.” The characteristic sound of crackling ice heard again, Sergei instantly dropped the temperature of the boys skin to a temperature so cold the blood in opponents veins in the direct area would instantly stop flowing and that effect began to creep the arms of Julius at a fairly alarming rate. Frostbite was nigh a given at this point but if the man couldn’t figure out a way to free himself he would be spending quite a long time as an ice sculpture, a permanent fixture of the town.
Sergei using his Logia wasn’t the only thing he knew how to do, he was thrust into combat at a very young age. This kind of situation wasn’t new to him and as a result the greenhorns in front of him were very apparent, the small girl, the one whom rushed him so foolishly then denied his gracious gift of an unscathed retreat, his eyes focused on Julius, the almost sapphire-like gems that composed his iris seeming to gleam in the sun. |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 12:42:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #E6B8B8;] * all that shimmers IN THIS WORLD IS SURE TO FADE AWAY AGAIN
And, one way or another, that kid was getting his ass handed to him. But the way he was fighting now was with such determination. It was actually somewhat impressive. He had guts. He had balls... now, only if he had muscles... or brains. To think that a kid like him would even try to take on the user of such a powerful Devil Fruit.
"Shit, kid!... Stop fighting and run!" But would he take up the offer, or would he bravely continue to fight... or at that, could he even continue to fight? Was this what it meant to be a true pirate...?
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 13:29:22 GMT -5
Anne had long since dealt with the ruffians that stirred trouble in the bar and was now happily tidying up. One by one she tossed them into one big lump on the floor, intending to drag them into marine headquarters after everything had settled. Tossing the last of them into the pile Anne dusted off her hands, as if to signal a job well done.
She turned a glance to the bar tender, who was still cleaning his one, unbroken cup. "Sorry bout' the mess." The poor man just quietly stared at his remaining cup, accepting the loss of his furniture and glasses. She'd make sure he'd get replacements for his troubles, even if she had to bug the marine HQ to get the bartender some new wares...even if she knew it'd come out of her own paycheck.
...Oh well. At least they'd still feed her~.
"Hey boss!" She called out with her usual cheer, turning to her surperior. "I handled the pirates!"
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 25, 2012 13:54:57 GMT -5
Well, this wasn't good... The one could thing about his hands being frozen, was that he couldn't feel his undoubtedly cracked fingers. His body was freezing and his arms were aching, but he managed to grit his teeth and proudly state, "Y-you know, t-t-this is what I hate about p-people like you"
Looking through his memories for something that could be of use, he remembered back when his father tried to teach him the basics of several Rokushiki, Geppo being the one that came to mind in this instance. While he never learned how to use it, the training did increase his speed and agility to great lengths, great enough to allow him to perform the following maneuver.
He put all of his weight on his arms, pushing himself up, while at the the same time, jumped up and kicked both his legs towards the unfrozen part of Sergei's abdomen, near his hips. Hopefully with enough force to break free from the ice and do some damage to the marine.
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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 16:10:03 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] As the shift in his targets weight became evident, Sergei knew what was coming next. Something like a headbutt would have sufficed probably, even trying to sweep Sergei’s legs would have been a better plan B for the situation at hand yet this individual showed no real care for his body, no real care for his own safety, calling out to his subordinate, ”Good job Anne!” As the boy whom was stuck to his torso pulled his little maneuver Sergeis reaction was simple, releasing his enemy from the cold grasp of his ice at the precise moment to allow both a sidestep from Sergei himself and forcing his opponent to fall flat on his back, his own hand lifted high into the air and as his opponent came down on, thrusting his own open palm onto the chest of the foolish boy.
”Freeze!” Calling out again, a pulse of freezing energy emitting from his palm as the boy was now somewhat helpless landing on his back, the crackling sound of ice reverberating through the streets. Echoed through the ears of everyone within earshot, if the blow landed clean it would almost certainly be devastating to his opponent. If he happened to roll away it would be less devastating but getting away without any sort of loss seeming highly unlikely. Sergei could only wonder what would possess this boy to throw himself so foolishly into fire, he had a disdain for doing this sort of thing but he couldn’t just let someone so foolish and ignorant get away without a lesson in combat. |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 16:21:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb= width, 350px, true][atrb= style, padding: 15px; background: #E6B8B8;] * all that shimmers IN THIS WORLD IS SURE TO FADE AWAY AGAIN
By the second, things were getting worse for that pirate kid. Attack after attack, he was just getting flatout owned. There was no hope for him. And what was worse, he showed no regard for his own life, just throwing himself into the iceman. Maybe he wanted to die? No, that couldn't have been it. It was bravery, of some sort. Perhaps stupid bravery, but bravery nonetheless.
Crap... It's still freezing... and my feet are... so cold, Terry thought. Colder and colder. But she wasn't acting like a pirate. That boy was the pirate. That boy was the one showing no fear. All Terry was doing was... standing still... shivering. But really, there was no time better than the present. She felt such a rising confidence. A warmth...
No... I'm a pirate! I'll never get onto a good crew sitting back and waiting in the sidelines...
Boom!
An explosion coming from Terry's feet. Her shoes violently exploded, though somehow through a magical force, they had remained unscathed. She leaped forward toward the Sergei guy. The marine. All the while, she removed her jacket from shoulders as she propelled forward.
"Here, you look cold! Take this!" She tossed her jacket at him from behind. Would he catch it? And if he did, an explosion was coming in the near future.
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 16:42:11 GMT -5
It was almost absurd how fast she moved. Nothing akin to 'flash steps' as her father once told Anne but she was quick. Her entire body moved as one and before even she realized it, she had been standing right in front of the thrown jackets path. Striking the air with a fist, she sent out a condensed shot of air at the article of clothing, sending it flying back at its sender.
Anne wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen when she did so. It was quite obvious that this person had some kind of exploding powers. Just 'what' kind of explosions and 'how' much she could get away with were questionable. Still, a condensed air ball to the face could hurt any person that didn't have fruit which could resist it.
Balling her fists and digging her feet into the floor, Anne took stance against the bombastic girl. "Sorry! Boss is a little busy dealing with someone at the moment. But if you're looking for a playmate I'll be more then happy to wrassal with you." Said with all the warmth and cheer she was known for. She really did, deep down, think this was playing. How could it not be? Anne was having more fun then she'd had all week!
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 25, 2012 16:57:26 GMT -5
As Julius hit the ground, pain shot throughout his entire body, while he was too stubborn to admit it, he couldn't take much more of this.
As he saw his opponents palm come down toward the center of his body, he went from feeling a sense of excitement, to one of fear. Was he going to lose? No, he wouldn't allow that, especially not to someone who doesn't know the true value of strength, one who just throws his powers around taking them for granted. He quickly thought of a plan, 'This is really gonna suck' he thought, throwing his right arm up to catch the palm right before it hit his chest, sufficiently sacrificing that hand.
"With these hands alone... I'll carve my own path, unlike you, I don't need anything!" and with that he launched a powerful open palm strike with his left arm against the marine's elbow, hoping to break it.
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