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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 25, 2012 2:29:27 GMT -5
Now, was this even the right way into Loguetown? Logan wasn't even sure at this point, being without a map.
He had just arrived on the island but a few hours ago, and he was already lost. Wasn't this city supposed to be huge, though? How could he have possibly missed it!?
And if it weren't for all of these pesky people walking by him, Logan would have an easier time concentra-
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He was already in Loguetown. That was fast.
The man had come to this lively supply center to take advantage of the shopping populace the best way he knew how; magical artifacts.
Well, some were magical. Others were placebos.
Logan found an empty patch of cobblestone along the sidewalk, just before the separation of two buildings into an alleyway. Sketchy, dark, smelly, perfect! It was exactly where he wanted to unveil his goodies.
He had laid out a mat along the ground for which his goods could be displayed, before simply dumping his treasures out of a bag. Fruit, fruit, some shiny trinkets, a colorful hat, and more fruit.
Were they devil fruit? Maybe. Logan wasn't a connoisseur of mythical produce, but definitely thought these ones looked rather strange. And the stranger your fruit looked, the better chance that they could mean moolah for the man.
Logan sat before his assortment of fruit, tipping his hat to the beating sun above him. Now the not-so-fun part of trying to earn some scratch.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 2:41:43 GMT -5
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Shit... rejected again... Why does this always fucking happen?!
Terry walked along the streets. She was physically fine, for the most part, but her pride was obviously damaged. Her right eye was bruised. Black. But the rest of her body was still together. Her clothes were a bit tattered, and her self-esteem was even more so. However, she'd have to keep herself in the game. She wouldn't allow herself to give up. She walked, wearily, swinging her arms side to side in front of her. She could barely stand up straight. Her back arched forward.
Rejected again... I'm never going to get on a crew... I'm short.. I can't even fight. I suck. Suck! Suck! Suck! And it was somewhat true. She considered herself to be a swordsman, but she was outclassed by nearly every swordsman out there. They were either physically stronger than her, or more talented. Which of the two varied from opponent to opponent, but it was always one of them.... sometimes both. She had become somewhat of a laughing-stalk reject in Loguetown. Would that ever change.
No! No! No! I can't think that way! I'm going to be one of the greatest pirates there is... someday.
She had newfound determination. However, just as she was beginning to grow fired up, she passed by a guy who appeared to be a vendor of some sorts. In front of him, he had a wide assortment of foods among other items. Jewlery and whatnot. But what interest could she have in any of that. No, she stopped in front of him, unsheathed her sword, and held it with the tip pointing toward him.
"Alright! Give me everything you have! Right now! I'm taking it!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 25, 2012 3:00:33 GMT -5
Now this entire scene smelled of misunderstandings.
A young woman with tattered clothing stood before Logan, aiming a blade his way. All of his goods would suffice in diverting said blade's aim. Simple enough. The man would respond justly.
"I never thought bums could be as young as you, sweetheart."
Poor thing. She probably lived off of scraps and handouts, and possibly...other things...when she desperately needed the money. It was a shame, too. This girl was rather cute.
Logan would raise a hand to the sword, pushing its aim away from him as he would dig through his piles of fruit. He could at least give her a bite to eat for her trouble, right? Not one of the funky looking fruits, though. Something he knew wouldn't be, couldn't be, a devil fruit.
He would hand over a rather plump looking fruit.
"Here. Make sure to share this with all eighteen of your brothers and sisters or whatever you have."
Logan believed homeless people followed rodent lifestyles.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 3:20:17 GMT -5
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Eyebrow twitch...
What the fuck?... The man had the never to put his hand up and push her blade to the side. Didn't he understand that he was being robbed at point blank? Was this Katana no longer enough for anyone to take her seriously. Or perhaps this man was somehow related to pirates and knew of her less than admirable reputation among them. But even then, his homeless comment. Well, that was way too much... granted... she was homeless... but the sibling thing! Now that was the last straw.
She'd swing her katana, slicing cleanly through the plump fruit in his hand in one vertical motion. Her breathing was no longer nearly as relaxed.
"Fuck you I have money! I'm not looking for pity!" Terry spat at him. If he said one more thing to piss her off, she was certain she was going to have to take a slash at him.
"Now put all your shit in a bag for me! I'm not going to tell you again!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 25, 2012 20:48:27 GMT -5
Now that was just rude.
Weren't vagrants supposed to be cheerful and sing songs about having a better life? Clean chimneys and the like?
The fruit he held in his hand simply fell in two, though Logan's eyes never left this strange girl's. What was she trying to do? Rob him of his fruit? Sell them at her own accord? Make money to pay for new clothes?
"I'm sorry, I just don't understand."
He would speak with an unsure laugh, as he tried to gain a sense of the situation.
"You have money, but you're risking your neck to steal fruit from this old crane. Why not just buy it and spend the rest of the day knowing you didn't open me up with that sword?"
Logan would place his hand on the end of her sword once more, this time actually wrapping his fingers about the blade. The hand that grasped the blade would suddenly turn a dry shade of white., with slight traces of overlaying lines scattering about it.
"Because like Origami, you don't know anything of this old crane until you've opened him up."
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 20:59:30 GMT -5
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Eyebrow twitch... again.
"What the hell?! Let go of my sword!"
Apparently this was all a joke to him if he thought that it was okay to hold onto the blade that she was going to cut him with. Hahahahaha. Very funny No. Not really. Her eyes would widen as she examined his arm. It looked to be something odd. Something like... was it paper? Couldn't have been. She'd never seen anything like that before. But that was aside the point. By his actions, he was treating her like she was a novice.
"Shut up! It's because I'm a pirate!" She'd answer his question finally. All the while, she'd attempt to force her katana down further. Taking stance, she'd get more force behind it, and if possible, she'd cut through his hand entirely.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 25, 2012 21:25:01 GMT -5
Oh, a pirate? That took him back alright.
Doing anything just to be free, to escape life's holds, but it all came at the cost of one's loved ones in most cases. They have to form crews, make allies, or anything that would help them get by in such a cruel world.
She must be a sucky pirate.
The girl worked to wedge the blade into the man's hand even further, though being that it was made from several layers of paper and she hadn't been able to swing the blade, there wasn't much a child of her physique could do simply by adding sheer force other than gradually embed the sword deeper into his hand..
"Here"
The man would bring his feet below him, swiftly extending his legs so that his body would be close to the girl's. His sudden addition of force would be enough to allow the sword's end to cut clean through his appendage, though force would inevitably influence the blade's end to meet the ground as the resistance would subside.
Logan's foot would be there to rest atop the flat side of her sword, keeping the pesky weapon from causing any further harm.
His other hand would swing up to her chin, aiming to deliver-
Another fruit?
The man would hold a randomly grasped fruit between himself and the woman, offering it to her as he had done before. A genuine smile remained spread across his face.
"You're not the only pirate, beautiful. But you don't need to steal to prove that you're one."
He would push the fruit into her chest.
"That's why we make comrades They're our validation."
His hand, the severed one that is, would begin to break apart into numerous sheets, reattaching themselves into a collective structure that would quickly return to its hand-like shape.
"So accept my offering, take a big heaping bite, and say thank you, or I'll cut the rest of your clothes off."
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Post by Terry King on Nov 25, 2012 22:07:31 GMT -5
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"Huh?!"
Overpowered again? The many had deftly moved forward, somehow, ignoring the sharp end of her blade and placed enough force on it to make her drop the sword to the ground. He stood on the blade, leaving her here, now defenseless, and incapable of defending herself. Short of shooting him, she really didn't have any options any longer. And, as bad as she might have been, she really didn't have it in her to shoot someone for no reason... or over stealing. No, if she was going to shoot someone it would be for self-defense and self-defense only.
He held out a fruit to her.
Gosh, this was yet another cut to her pride. But what could she do now? And not to mention... he seemed quite odd. How was it that he had managed to do all he'd done without getting cut?
"How did you?"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 26, 2012 18:03:20 GMT -5
"Now that had to be the worst thing to ask in this situation"
Once his hand had reformed, the man would say a single phrase.
"Razor Breeze"
With that, it would appear that several sections of his jacket and skin would peel away, as thin spinning sheets of paper would be sent flying towards the girl. Their aim would be just to graze her body, just aiming at the connecting hems of material that held her tattered clothing together.
Unless she were to own a way to dodge these blades at point blank range, his weapons would fly past her body a distance before falling gracefully to the ground, characteristically of paper.
However, despite not being harmed, all but the girl's undergarments would fall to the ground in a tattered heap. Logan's eyes would bound across this new image, his reformed hand holding his chin quizzically.
"Not bad at all."
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Post by Terry King on Nov 26, 2012 23:10:48 GMT -5
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"A-Ah!"
With no chance to defend herself, her clothes came tumbling down, falling to the ground and leaving her in only her undergarments. She quickly raised her arms to shield her flat chest. Her face turned red and she grew obviously infuriated. Without any form of restraint, she'd quickly jump up, almost comically so, and swing her foot around to smack the guy aside the head with her foot.
"Why the fuck did you do that?!" She scremed as she'd try to catch her footing once more onto the ground. All the while, people in the immediate area were beginning to turn in their direction, noting the now nude girl in front of them, and the vendor before her.
"Have you no decency?!"
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 27, 2012 11:37:05 GMT -5
It was a good thing Logan had managed to somewhat captivate this moment in his mind before he would be blinded by fireworks of trauma.
The girl's foot had met the side of his head, as the man was far too distracted to do much of anything other than take the hit. The man would almost cartwheel away in a cartoonish way, landing with his face planted firmly into the ground.
As his acquaintance had found her footing, Logan had begun to peel himself from the ground. A steady stream of blood trailed down from his nose, where it had rudely kissed the hard ground.
Logan turned back to the girl and smiled, a hand hand being placed on his new wound.
"nDezenzy iz fickgle, beaudiful."
He would shake his head, trying to clear his nose of blood.
"But you need to listen to the things I say, even if they sound silly."
His footing would be attempted to be regained with a wobbling start, though Logan could find enough balance to do so despite having his world rocked. The man would approach her, though cautiously; she still had a weapon nearby. If anything, he would make sure there was plenty of space between them.
A hand went to withdraw his large black coat, letting its material hang from his hand.
"So unless you want me to finish the job of detailoring your laces, I'd suggest putting this on and starting over."
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Post by Terry King on Nov 27, 2012 16:03:28 GMT -5
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The man finally got up and approached Terry once more. Without much other choice, she was forced to reluctantly take the coat that he had offered her. She'd sling it over her shoulders and place her hands into it. It was a bit too big for her, but no real issue there. All the while, all of the other people who had previously been staring began to dissipate until everything had returned back to normal.
Terry would avert her eyes from him sheepishly. Welp, that was quite the meeting. But now, this was pretty much over. She'd have to walk away in shame once more, after having miserably been defeated. Worst pirate ever. And that's what she'd do. Without another word, she turned her back to him and began setting for the road once more.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 27, 2012 23:01:55 GMT -5
Now that was kinda sad, seeing her walk away like that.
Yeah, Logan had severed the girl's pride to prove a point, and it was pretty funny in the process...but it was only funny when she was mad at him. This was something else; something that was tugging at the man's heartstrings.
"Now wait, don't be like that."
Damn. He couldn't let her go. She had something special about her. Something priceless. Something he couldn't bear losing.
His coat.
That, and she was cute in a homicidal way.
Logan scrambled about his things, trying to conjure a way to make the girl return. All he had was fruit and trinkets, but she wasn't accepting his gifts. He didn't have anything she wanted.
But what would a young pirate in the making want?
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His own experience delivered the answer.
"You want power, don't you?" he would ask with a purr. The devil's smile smeared across his face, glistening with a tint of malice.
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Post by Terry King on Nov 28, 2012 1:30:49 GMT -5
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Although she'd had every intention of walking away and leaving him behind, she couldn't help but grow interested when she heard his mention of the word "power". Shocked, she stood erect as a tingle went up her spine. How had he known that? How could he know that? She pondered over their entire conversation up until now, all the while trying to recollect any hints she may have given him to the fact that what she craved most was to be strong enough to be sought out for crews... and at this point in time she wasn't.
The girl now stood iin place... anxiously awaiting for Logan to continue. Her fists balled down at her side in anticipation. He must have had some kind of offer then. But what was it? The hairs in Terry's neck were now standing on edge.
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Post by Logan Faulkner on Nov 28, 2012 13:08:53 GMT -5
Ah, it had seemed Logan was right. It was a hunch, but he had his reasoning. And it seemed it had definitely paid off.
After all, when Logan first became a pirate, he had sought power as well.
How did he do that, though?
Without looking, Logan brought forth a third fruit from his pile of produce, holding it before him.
"It's said that if one wishes to gain that which they cannot, they may sink to the briny depths in order to receive their wish."
The man began to play with the fruit, tossing it into the air just to catch it, and repeat the process.
"Some may even seek the devil himself."
He would catch the fruit with both hands this time, though his eyes never left the girl's figure.
"What I hold in my hand is a Devil Fruit. Within its pulp lies the key to unlocking abilities inhumanly possible. My arm...those things that cut you...those were my own abilities that I received from a fruit."
His hands squeezed the firm skin of the fruit in anticipation.
"A devil's gambit is not without its price, however. These fruit come at the cost of your natural ability to swim. But to some, that's a bargain."
Logan smiled slyly at the girl, his sharp eyes piercing beyond the shade of his hat.
"Is that the kind of power you want?"
To be fair, Logan had no idea if the fruit he held was a Devil Fruit or not. If anything, it could just be a very plump poisonous berry or something. But this was his reason for being here, after all.
To try and make something. Preferably money.
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