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Post by Sergei KAFKA on Nov 25, 2012 20:17:31 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 arm he had hit, the same one that was moving towards the chest of his opponent whom so skillfully caught it but in the process sacrificed his hand was already charged with his Logia power, after all he had just used that hand on his opponent. The strike to the elbow shattered the arm in shards of ice that rained down on his opponent before quickly reforming. Sergei stood up straight from his hunched over state, looking at the damaged half frozen hand of his opponent. Letting out a deep sigh in between their exchange of blows. ”You’re not a real pirate. Not yet anyway. If you go to the doctors now you could still save your hand, I suggest you do so. Tell them to thaw it out slowly or else you’ll risk major loss of function from that hand. The ice is getting in deeper and deeper.” Sergei snapped his fingers as if to call Anne her from her assault on the young pirate wannabe. They were not ready yet, not by a long shot, despite the fact that Sergei was a young Marine himself they were not even of his caliber but the potential there drove something in him and the determination of the young man, though a bit misguided and some would say a bit cliche, put him in a good mode.
”Come now Anne. We don’t have to play with these people anymore, hey maybe we should get some fried fish? I heard it is pretty decent on this island!” Smiling to his colleague, his eyes focusing on the small girl who started all of this somewhat. ”Don’t wander around too much, your mother will worry.” Pulling down his lower eyelid, sticking his tongue out at the young girl. Focusing then on his former direct opponent. ”I’ll see you again, little fish, when you have grown enough to be worth catching.” |
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 20:39:11 GMT -5
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Annoying...
"What the hell?! Only a little bitch interferes in a fight like that!"
Nonetheless, Terry was able to catch her jacket just fine. She'd slip it over her arms again, placing it back on. Being that her attack hadn't worked, there was no reason to stand here cold for no reason when she had her jacket after all. Terry frowned, upset merely because her attack had been blocked. But perhaps it was for the best. Better like this than to fight a two on one fight. It didn't seem like the little handless boy was going to be much of an aide at this point.
Terry took a few steps back, grabbing her katana off the ground and sheathing it once more whilst Sergei gave his little speech. She stood upright with her arms crossed. But as she did this, he had the nerve to talk to her like she was such a child again, and a small fry. She stuck her tongue right back out at him.
"Yeah, you better run!" Terry threatened him before quickly making her way to Julius. She knelt next to him. His hands!
"Shit..."
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Post by Anne Read on Nov 25, 2012 21:31:35 GMT -5
"Eh?" Anne blinked. She looked back at her superior who had gone from 'in the mood to freeze some baddies' to a pleasantly cheerful mood - not that Anne would usually complain about this sort of thing but in this kind of situation...
"B-B-but." She took a glance at the man who'd been fighting her boss and the girl who'd just recently freed herself from the ice. Then at the large mass of groaning pirates still laying on the floor. Her superior said his piece and stuck his tongue out at them, before turning to leave the bar. To which Anne gave him an utterly stupefied look.
"B-b-b-b-boss! We can't do that! What about the other pirates!? Boooosssss!" She yelled, sparing one final look at the ruffians before giving chase to her senior.
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 25, 2012 22:36:12 GMT -5
Julius slowly and shakily rose to his feet. His body was aching, his hands were unusable, but more importantly, his pride was damaged. As he stood, he could tell that his body was about to collapse, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to launch one more assault on that asshole marine. He was too a pirate, destined to be the best, and he wasn't going to let that guy crush his dreams. As he stepped forward to say something to the young man, he simply collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 22:55:16 GMT -5
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God...
After all of that, the kid still managed to stand up again. He was obviously strong, no doubt, but that wasn't going to be enuogh to help him survive fights against such strong opponents. No. Neither of them needed to go and mess with the marines again. From this point forward, Terry was pretty sure she was going to leave the marines alone. They were pretty strong, and somewhat ruthless. She could only imagine how much harder that guy would have gone on them if they had higher bounties on their head. For once, Terry was glad to have a low bounty.
She leaned down, grabbing the collapsed boy, and in one fluid motion, sling him over her shoulder. The weight... so much on her, was bringing her nearly to the ground. Luckily, her muscles were just barely strong enough to pull herself forward, but how long would she be able to carry him?... that was the question.
"Fucking shit... you're heavy..." The two of them would then leave the area.
One day later...
The kid had been passed out for some time, but Terry, at the very least had been able to save his hand. He now lay atop of a bed within an inn where Terry had rented a room. Why she'd wanted to help this kid, she didn't even know for sure... perhaps it was his spirit and determination. Who knew?
She sat at a desk across from his bed. At the moment, she was counting her money. She still had quite a bit leftover from what she'd stolen from her father when she'd first left home. A small fortune...
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 26, 2012 14:42:07 GMT -5
As Julius slowly came to, the memory of the marine walking away quickly re-entered his mind. Not realizing the time that had passed, Julius shot up as if to catch the boy, "Wait!" he shouted, then realizing he was in a hotel room of sorts.
Looking around, he realized that while in pain, his body was alright, and he took a moment to laugh at the past battle, "Heh, and they call me the iceman".
It was then he noticed the young lady sitting across the desk, "Hey, you're that girl from before" putting the pieces together he finished, "Heh...Sorry about that, fights usually don't go that way for me, promise" trying to maintain at least some of his pride.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 27, 2012 0:39:17 GMT -5
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"Huh?... So you're finally awake?" Terry questioned as the boy finally seemed to awaken. He had taken some extensive damage, she was surprised that he didn't even really sound sore. This boy certainly had a lot of drive. Terry had come to notice that by now. After seeing his fight and everything, she'd realized that he had quite a bit of stamina, and even more courage where that came from. The only problem was that he never knew when to stop.
The girl would stop counting her money, setting the beli back on the table in neat stacks. She continued to sit with her back to him, clasping her hands together.
"No need to apologize to me. If you want to get yourself killed, I couldn't really care less."
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 29, 2012 15:50:35 GMT -5
Julius smirked at the young girl's comment, "Heh, oh really? Then why'd you help me?"
He had to admit, the girl before him was pretty damn cute, he wouldn't mind having her as part of his crew, but despite his normally abundant pride, the recent beating, along with the girl's nature made him slightly too embarrassed to ask her. Instead he merely got out of the bed and stretched, causing several bones to to pop. "Well, as fun as it's been chika, I think I outta make my way out of here, thanks for helping me, maybe we'll meet each other again someday" he continued as he began to put his shoes on.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 30, 2012 23:31:57 GMT -5
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"Help you? Well, I figure you owe me one now," Terry would quickly answer his question as not to give him a chance to think that she'd done it solely to be nice. Sure, that might have been some of it, but from her perspective this boy was at least a little bit in her debt now. After all, he'd have no hand if it weren't for her. She stood and turned her attention entirely to him.
Was he already getting up?... and leaving? This kid was obviously crazy. They hadn't even exchanged formalities or names. Not to mention, he hadn't had time to even so much as heal yet.
"You're leaving already? But you need more time, don't you? You're not even sore?"
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Post by Julius Fawkes on Nov 30, 2012 23:56:25 GMT -5
Slightly chuckling at the girl's question, "Yeah, like hell, except for my hands... can't really feel them at all... but hell, if I let that slow me down, that would be like giving that bastard marine another victory, and I wont have that".
He walked over to the girl, and held out the hand with more feeling, and said, "Name's Julius Fawkes, and I'm going to be pirate king, who might you be?"
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