- Location
- Nowhere
"Nothing, just what kind DF or ability do you think he has"
"Nothing, just what kind DF or ability do you think he has"
- Location
- Italy
A second and I was down on the bridge near them again.
"It's obviously a Devil Fruit. On another note, your abilities in lying are atrocious, Damian."
I pondered for a bit what to do now.
"Very well, let's hear what Devil Fruit you have. I have a bit of knowledge about it, so I can help."
I watched expectantly the newbie.
"Well? Spill."
- Location
- CAC, AZ
Well, cat's out of the bag. Might as well show them.
I then sigh and willingly show my DF ability.
"Arm Blades!"
My two arms then go metallic. Also two blades come out from the middle of them both.
"I don't know the name, but it turns my arms into steel. And it looks like I can make my steel into weapons. But it also makes for pretty good armor."
The Blades go back into my arms and the Metal stays.
"There you go. What's the verdict on the fruit's name, Ryu?"
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Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
With his Captain's arrival Vincent rose from the pile of fish like a monster from a old horror show, although he looked more than a little annoyed at having to brush a few smaller fish from his shoulders, although curiously the Crow he had met earlier was more concerned with roosting on his shoulder than the pile of food.
"Just a Bow and a bomb happy marine's coat, it's pretty well stocked but I'll need to look through it to find out exactly what types of explosives these are." he said boarding their ship "Now if you'll excuse me I have a shoulder wound to fix."
"CAW!!"
"Oh and it looks like a Spirit wants to tag along with us." the hunter said, idly wondering if the bird held the spirit of anyone the hunter knew...or granted mercy to, for some reason it seemed familiar.
Xaldin
YoRHa No.2 Type B
- Location
- A Desolate Place
Tabun had a small chuckle as the bottle remained unattended even as Leo had it wabble in Laurent's face. (@Camellia )
"We're not in any critical danger. The poison would wear off over time even if we did nothing. Let's return to the main base. The infirmary should be enough." He took another swig, "I'd wager Lieutenant Commander Brock is there too. We can report in after we've been tended to."
Tabun glanced over to Laurent, then back to Leo. He contemplated something to himself, then decided to ask, "Something has me curious. Why did you two become marines?"
Laurent gently pushed the bottle from their face and shook their head. They didn't like alcohol, not the taste, not the smell, and not the effects.
"My mother and father were Captains in the Marines before they retired, and my grandparents died in service." Laurent said. "My brother and I were raised and trained with the expectations that we would follow in their footsteps and we, I saw no reason to go against their wishes."
Sucal
The Devil’s Cut
- Location
- Bottom of the barrel
"My family have been Marines for centuries. so I figured I'd follow in their foot steps. I'd get a nice quiet port somewhere in the east blue, keep the locals safe and protected, ensure that the pirates are kept and check and generally live a nice calm happy life. I got a vice admiral or two amongst serving officers, so I figured I'd have a long and happy career in a nice relaxing Berth."
He snorted with no little amusement.
"Unfortunately the scum of the earth seem to be opposed to my dream. Not just pirates as well."
Xaldin
YoRHa No.2 Type B
- Location
- A Desolate Place
He'd noticed a slight slip up in words to do with their brother, but Tabun determined this wasn't the best time to ask. Perhaps later he'd bring it up again.
One had a very admirable reason for being here, the other...had a reason. "I suppose you're reasons aren't too far off from each other. As for me, I have no family within the Marines nor any left remaining." He kept a straight face, purposely not going into anymore detail than that. "My reason for signing up is simple. To kill pirates."
"Pirates, in and of themselves, are a blight on this planet. Of course I am aware that there are pirates out there that almost exclusively perform good deeds. But that does not excuse the existence of pirates, who often create the same problems other pirates solve. Eliminate every pirate and you purge not only the evil, but stop the seeds from growing again. End every pirate who inspires others and the same man that could be a pirate may instead be a farmer. Without pirates as a constant threat the Marines could focus on internal strife and do away with the scoundrels in our ranks that abuse their power. In a sense, you could say my enemy is not just pirates but the Age of Pirates itself." He took another drink, perhaps thinking it was influecing how much he was going on, but continued nonetheless, "In fact...if I were to get my hands on One Piece, whatever it is...I'd destroy it. And let all the pirates of the world watch."
That was his interpretation of "Justice". He waited to see the reactions from the other two, before he would pose yet another question to them.
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
It was at that exact moment that a Crow decided to land on Tabun's head and promptly decided that his hair looked delicious. "CAW!!" it said between pecks.
Xaldin
YoRHa No.2 Type B
- Location
- A Desolate Place
"GODDAMMIT!" Tabun howled, both annoyed at the crow and its horrible timing. This was meant to be serious, dammit! Not dealing with its BS, he took his pistol and shot it dead with a final "CAW" before the force of the bullet sent it flying off.
He kept the pistol in hand wih the intention to shoot any more crows on sight.
Laurent inclined their head in respect.
"An admirable ambition. I wish you all the luck in fulfilling it."
They didn't really have any feelings, positive or negative, for pirates or piracy in general. Marines hunted pirates, so that was what Laurent would do. Besides, they wouldn't know what they would do with themselves if they weren't a marine.
As for the One Piece...they didn't know if it actually existed. Personally, they didn't believe in it. They didn't understand it, the drive it instilled in the men who chased after it. But if they did come across it, Laurent didn't know what they would do. Give it to Lieutenant Cyclo to destroy?
Their musing was cut off by the timely interruption of a crow.
"..."
Laurent stared, before looking away. They weren't going to say anything.
Xaldin
YoRHa No.2 Type B
- Location
- A Desolate Place
"Thanks. I appreciate that." Tabun gave Laurent a small smile, then turned to Leo to see if he had anything to add.
"..." Tabun coughed. He also appreciated the Ensign not bringing attention to that. He made a mental note to shoot every damn crow on sight and find a counter measure for them in the future.
Gally
Got the whole word talking King Kiba
Loguetown
East Blue
The Docks
East Blue
The Docks
Choco unceremoniously crashes to the ground.
The marines fire their own cannons with practiced discipline, unloading cannonballs into the air. Many of the marine's barrage bounce off the incoming cannonballs, sending both hunks of metal into the shining blue sea. Others miss both the cannonballs and the fleet, either coming up short or sailing too far into the horizon.
Others hit their targets. Two of the Gold Crown Pirate ships explode into chaos and fire, men screaming as they rush to abandon ship. All of the ships suffer at least a little damage - save the flagship, which is protected by a blur which knocks away any approaching cannonballs as if they were little more than paper.
Gold Crown cannonballs crash into the docks and surrounding buildings, but the damage is minimal. Most of the barrage was countered by the marines, or falls woefully short of their intended targets.
Hakuyu encounters little resistance charging the Gold Crown Flagship, but he can see Checkworth Callow standing on deck.
((Callow is a fishman, so he's 10 times as strong as the average human. His lure can send out debilitating flashes of light and his teeth are like short swords. In the water he's even stronger and faster than on land.))
Seaman Apprentice Hart guides Shamgar through the streets of Loguetown without much incident, but when they reach the hospital she pulls up short. A dozen Gold Crown Pirates stand on the roof of the building, manning three cannons. "Back up!" They shout at Hart and Shamgar. "This hospital belongs to the Gold Crowns! You want to get in, you have to get through us!"
Loguetown
East Blue
The Marine Headquarters
East Blue
The Marine Headquarters
"I wouldn't worry about killing me," the woman says, her tone flat and emotionless. "I have seen my fate, and it does not end here today. My name is Candy Sloan, and I..."
Sloan begins to change as she talks, a chitinous exoskeleton stretching across her skin. A massive horn grows from her forehead, and an extra arm appears on each side of her body.
"Am a swordsman," she finishes. Her four arms each draw a sword, which she spins casually in her hands.
Mushi Mushi no Mi: Model Rhinoceros Beetle
((Sloan is fast and precise with her movements, almost graceful. She can defend with two swords while attacking with the other two, a perfect balance of attack and defense.))
Loguetown
East Blue
Rosey-Eyed Pirate Ship
East Blue
Rosey-Eyed Pirate Ship
The Rosey-Eyed Privateers crawl along the coast undetected for a little while, but as they draw closer to the action Olivia and Lezard are overcome with a strong sense of foreboding. Moments later something crashes into the bottom of the ship, hard enough to throw both the privateers off balance.
Looking over the side of the ship, Olivia and Lezard see a team of six fishman climbing up the side of the ship, sinking their powerful fingers directly in the wood to form makeshift handholds. Within moments, they'll be on deck.
Loguetown
East Blue
The Bank
East Blue
The Bank
The door soars through the air, tumbling across the room with a surprising amount of grace for a giant chunk of wood. Bam-Bam doesn't notice it until it crashes into the back of his skull, sending him straight to the floor.
For a moment, there's no movement, no sign that the pirate survived the assault. After all, who could have survived something like that?
And then, miraculously, he stirs. Bam-Bam struggles back to his feet, clutching at his head. "Bam-Bam head hurts!" He roars, his voice shaking the very foundations of the bank. "Bam-Bam smash tiny man with club!" (It should be noted, for posterity, that Bam-Bam is only about half as tall as Barka. His inability to properly compare sizes is a defining character trait.)
Bam-Bam grabs his club and begins to beat at the ground with it, the force of his strikes causing a miniature earthquake. "Bam-Bam smash! Bam-Bam smash!"
((Bam-Bam is stupid and slow, but remarkably tough and strong. Once he's locked onto a target, nothing can make him deviate.))
Blackout
Fed By Comments
- Location
- Who knows?
Skarf burst out from the water beneath a nearby pier, dripping water as he walked over to the breathing piece lulling in the water and pulled it out, airbag and weighing rock all.
"No. I avoided risks for the most part."
The Norscan leapt over the side of their ship, starting to ready it for sailing.
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
The cocking of pistols behind her told Luna that she was in trouble.
Well, no. Not trouble. What was that other word?
Luck. Luna was in luck.
Sweeping out, around, and up with her leg, faster than your average bullet and way faster than these dunderheads could think of firing, Luna flung sand into the three's eyes, witless, unwitting, and transferred momentum into a forwards dash.
Left one first -
- drive fist into sternum -
- shift around the back of the leader, pushing forwards, off-balance -
- knuckles to the jaw for righty -
- catch golden coin out of the air when he drops it -
- kick up left dude's pistol where he dropped it and catch it -
- and dude at the front regained his balance just in time to feel an unmistakable harbinger of cold metallic death press to his temple.
"Hola." Luna flipped her coin once, idly, and grinned almost friendly. "Wanna trade ships?"
Well, no. Not trouble. What was that other word?
Luck. Luna was in luck.
Sweeping out, around, and up with her leg, faster than your average bullet and way faster than these dunderheads could think of firing, Luna flung sand into the three's eyes, witless, unwitting, and transferred momentum into a forwards dash.
Left one first -
- drive fist into sternum -
- shift around the back of the leader, pushing forwards, off-balance -
- knuckles to the jaw for righty -
- catch golden coin out of the air when he drops it -
- kick up left dude's pistol where he dropped it and catch it -
- and dude at the front regained his balance just in time to feel an unmistakable harbinger of cold metallic death press to his temple.
"Hola." Luna flipped her coin once, idly, and grinned almost friendly. "Wanna trade ships?"
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
Loguetown, East Blue
Marine Hospital
"Challenge Accepted. Apprentice Hart, please do watch my back, this shouldn't take long."
The three cannons fired, but Shamgar was already moving. He'd left the rooftop even as they lit off the big guns, his legs putting him farther than one might expect an armored man to fly into the air. His jump was just starting to curve down when he happened to meet one of the cannonballs in mid-air. He landed on it perfectly, his legs flexing as the projectile started to dip from the added weight...
When he lept off of the cannonball, somehow propelling himself even further (and incidentally driving the cannonball straight down to harmlessly slam into the street, while the other two had missed him entirely and skipped along a couple of rooftops before coming to a stop), such that he ended up landing directly on top of the cannon that had fired the shot. For a moment, he just stayed crouched there, head looking down such that his face was obscured, armor gleaming. The Golden Crown Pirates around him were frozen in shock.
Suddenly, his head snapped up, a not-quite-crazed grin on his face as he looked at the gunner in front of him (a short, stocky fellow who was suddenly very sweaty).
"Hi! Whatcha doin'?"
"Uh...."
"Takin' over the hospital?"
"Taking over the hospital?"
"Are ya?"
"...Yes?"
Shamgar's hands snapped up to his sword hilts, all mirth suddenly gone.
"Well then. By the powers invested in me as a Bounty Hunter of the World Government, as well as a concerned citizen observing some amoral ruffians trying to take over a house of healing, I hereby am passing your sentence."
*Sching* went the two hook swords that gleamed in the light.
"Citizens' arrest."
Suddenly Shamgar's foot was planted in the stocky gunner's face as he flipped over the man and landed in a crouch on the rooftop. He raced to one of the larger men, his swords hooking his feet and pulling them out from under him. The large pirate's head bounced off of the small wall at the edge of the rooftop, and he was pretty much out. Another two pirates had their necks hooked and then their heads slammed together, rendering them similarly unconscious.
Just as Stocky Gunner was regaining his wits, his head was again used as a springboard for Shamgar to deliver a flying kick to the face of another pirate, driving him into the left-most cannon, swinging its barrel around to be perpendicular to the other two. Coincidentally, it had already been loaded and primed. Shamgar glanced at the loaded gun, then the other two cannons, and back and forth a couple of times as the remaining 7 Pirates who had their wits about them (Stocky was dazedly blundering around the middle of the rooftop) panicked and tried to wave Shamgar off from the plan stirring in his mind.
"No no don't you don't know how to-"
"Hm, what if I pull this rope?"
*BOOM*
Now there was only one cannon on the-no, never mind, looks like Shamgar kicked its brake open and it went flying off the roof, while the other two cannons were disabled by dint of "cannonbal turning them into scrap". One of the Pirates had been too close, and was now on the opposite side of the roof, covered in soot, cuts, and bruises, out like a light. Now only 6 Pirates, plus Stocky, were up. Shamgar twirled his swords in a dramatic flourish.
"Maybe if you all came at once?"
A half-dozen cutlasses were drawn, a half-dozen sets of lungs let out cries, and a single swordsman just smirked. He raced forward, his form almost blurring. The first pirate had his cutlass hooked and drawn down until its point dragged in the rooftop, while a sword slashed him thrice upon the chest (relieving him of his bandoleers and a little bit of blood), before a rising kick drove him backward.
Two more were met blade-for-blade, their swords being moved around in circles before being flung skyward. The man on Shamgar's left was hooked at the neck and wrist and slammed into the man at Shamgar's right (face-first, naturally), dazing them both long enough for Shamgar to hook some nearby rope to himself, gift-wrap them, and slam them down onto the roof, where the two swords just happened to land such that their edges were right against the necks of the two men, discouraging them from trying to wriggle their way up (what with their bodies being tied up and together shoulder to knee).
"Don't break eye contact, that'd just make it weird guys!"
Shamgar slammed the flats of his blades onto the sides of another Gold Crown's head, dazing him long enough for a rising knee kick to drive him backward, sans a couple of teeth, onto the roof. The last three Pirates (Stock had finally regained his wits) were all dual-wielding (having gathered a couple extra swords) and standing back-to-back.
"Ha! Now you can't sneak up on us or anyting tricky! Just sword-fighting, and it's three on one! As soon as you start fighting one of us, the other two can gang up on you!"
Man, Stocky sure was confident! Shamgar reached up and tilted back his hat a bit, wiping a light sheen of sweat from his brow.
"Well, you guys do seem pretty tough, and maybe I'm getting a bit tired. Or maybe not? What to do, what to do..."
And then he was standing next to Stocky, one arm across the man's shoulders like they were drinking buddies.
"I think I'll just beat you senseless for attacking a ************* hospital."
Then one of his hooks was around each of the taller Pirates' necks, while he jumped up just enough to kick their knees enough to destabilize them. He pulled down, the men's necks staying intact only because the inside of his swords' hooks were dull. Instead, they were "just" choked all the way to slamming face-first into the ground. Crunch crunch, groan groan, down go the Pirates.
"And then there was one. So, tell me, buddy, do you feel lucky?"
"Y....yes?"
"Wrong answer."
Shamgar's swords disamred Stocky, cut away his bandoleers, bloodied his chest, tattered his loose shirt, and deprived him of a belt (leaving him showing the world his cutesty-cat boxers), before Shamgar just sheathed his swords on his back and one-two punched the man into unconsciousness.
Surveying the rooftop, littered with groaning and unconscious Pirates, Shamgar dusted his hands, walked up to the edge of the rooftop and onto the small wall/railing, and casually stepped off, dropping all the way to the ground where he landed unhurt in a crouch, before looking around for Apprentice Hart.
Marine Hospital
Shamgar stands there on the rooftop, remarkably at ease for a man with so many guns pointed at himself, especially those cannons. Armor or no, surely he'd get hurt badly! So perhaps it surprised Seaman's Apprentice Hart when Shamgar's voice rang out, cold and clear as a bright morning day.
"Challenge Accepted. Apprentice Hart, please do watch my back, this shouldn't take long."
The three cannons fired, but Shamgar was already moving. He'd left the rooftop even as they lit off the big guns, his legs putting him farther than one might expect an armored man to fly into the air. His jump was just starting to curve down when he happened to meet one of the cannonballs in mid-air. He landed on it perfectly, his legs flexing as the projectile started to dip from the added weight...
When he lept off of the cannonball, somehow propelling himself even further (and incidentally driving the cannonball straight down to harmlessly slam into the street, while the other two had missed him entirely and skipped along a couple of rooftops before coming to a stop), such that he ended up landing directly on top of the cannon that had fired the shot. For a moment, he just stayed crouched there, head looking down such that his face was obscured, armor gleaming. The Golden Crown Pirates around him were frozen in shock.
Suddenly, his head snapped up, a not-quite-crazed grin on his face as he looked at the gunner in front of him (a short, stocky fellow who was suddenly very sweaty).
"Hi! Whatcha doin'?"
"Uh...."
"Takin' over the hospital?"
"Taking over the hospital?"
"Are ya?"
"...Yes?"
Shamgar's hands snapped up to his sword hilts, all mirth suddenly gone.
"Well then. By the powers invested in me as a Bounty Hunter of the World Government, as well as a concerned citizen observing some amoral ruffians trying to take over a house of healing, I hereby am passing your sentence."
*Sching* went the two hook swords that gleamed in the light.
"Citizens' arrest."
Suddenly Shamgar's foot was planted in the stocky gunner's face as he flipped over the man and landed in a crouch on the rooftop. He raced to one of the larger men, his swords hooking his feet and pulling them out from under him. The large pirate's head bounced off of the small wall at the edge of the rooftop, and he was pretty much out. Another two pirates had their necks hooked and then their heads slammed together, rendering them similarly unconscious.
Just as Stocky Gunner was regaining his wits, his head was again used as a springboard for Shamgar to deliver a flying kick to the face of another pirate, driving him into the left-most cannon, swinging its barrel around to be perpendicular to the other two. Coincidentally, it had already been loaded and primed. Shamgar glanced at the loaded gun, then the other two cannons, and back and forth a couple of times as the remaining 7 Pirates who had their wits about them (Stocky was dazedly blundering around the middle of the rooftop) panicked and tried to wave Shamgar off from the plan stirring in his mind.
"No no don't you don't know how to-"
"Hm, what if I pull this rope?"
*BOOM*
Now there was only one cannon on the-no, never mind, looks like Shamgar kicked its brake open and it went flying off the roof, while the other two cannons were disabled by dint of "cannonbal turning them into scrap". One of the Pirates had been too close, and was now on the opposite side of the roof, covered in soot, cuts, and bruises, out like a light. Now only 6 Pirates, plus Stocky, were up. Shamgar twirled his swords in a dramatic flourish.
"Maybe if you all came at once?"
A half-dozen cutlasses were drawn, a half-dozen sets of lungs let out cries, and a single swordsman just smirked. He raced forward, his form almost blurring. The first pirate had his cutlass hooked and drawn down until its point dragged in the rooftop, while a sword slashed him thrice upon the chest (relieving him of his bandoleers and a little bit of blood), before a rising kick drove him backward.
Two more were met blade-for-blade, their swords being moved around in circles before being flung skyward. The man on Shamgar's left was hooked at the neck and wrist and slammed into the man at Shamgar's right (face-first, naturally), dazing them both long enough for Shamgar to hook some nearby rope to himself, gift-wrap them, and slam them down onto the roof, where the two swords just happened to land such that their edges were right against the necks of the two men, discouraging them from trying to wriggle their way up (what with their bodies being tied up and together shoulder to knee).
"Don't break eye contact, that'd just make it weird guys!"
Shamgar slammed the flats of his blades onto the sides of another Gold Crown's head, dazing him long enough for a rising knee kick to drive him backward, sans a couple of teeth, onto the roof. The last three Pirates (Stock had finally regained his wits) were all dual-wielding (having gathered a couple extra swords) and standing back-to-back.
"Ha! Now you can't sneak up on us or anyting tricky! Just sword-fighting, and it's three on one! As soon as you start fighting one of us, the other two can gang up on you!"
Man, Stocky sure was confident! Shamgar reached up and tilted back his hat a bit, wiping a light sheen of sweat from his brow.
"Well, you guys do seem pretty tough, and maybe I'm getting a bit tired. Or maybe not? What to do, what to do..."
And then he was standing next to Stocky, one arm across the man's shoulders like they were drinking buddies.
"I think I'll just beat you senseless for attacking a ************* hospital."
Then one of his hooks was around each of the taller Pirates' necks, while he jumped up just enough to kick their knees enough to destabilize them. He pulled down, the men's necks staying intact only because the inside of his swords' hooks were dull. Instead, they were "just" choked all the way to slamming face-first into the ground. Crunch crunch, groan groan, down go the Pirates.
"And then there was one. So, tell me, buddy, do you feel lucky?"
"Y....yes?"
"Wrong answer."
Shamgar's swords disamred Stocky, cut away his bandoleers, bloodied his chest, tattered his loose shirt, and deprived him of a belt (leaving him showing the world his cutesty-cat boxers), before Shamgar just sheathed his swords on his back and one-two punched the man into unconsciousness.
Surveying the rooftop, littered with groaning and unconscious Pirates, Shamgar dusted his hands, walked up to the edge of the rooftop and onto the small wall/railing, and casually stepped off, dropping all the way to the ground where he landed unhurt in a crouch, before looking around for Apprentice Hart.
- Location
- Italy
"It sounds pretty useful. But you can transform only the arms? The rest of your body?"
I asked, curious.
From what I knew, he have a Paramecia Fruit, but I don't know what specifically.
@GneFenG @Luigilewis889
Hoshino Yumemi
A Few Bulbs Short Of A Planetarium
Loguetown
East Blue
Approaching The Docks
East Blue
Approaching The Docks
Rain hung horizontally off the side of her racer, heels braced against the outrigger and inches from disappearing into the water, held up with nothing but the rope keeping its massive sails steering her the right way. Rushing wind and water were all she occupied herself with, as was the familiar weight of her hair blowing in it, weighed down by decorations and pins that made her head glitter in the sun like she had a halo.
Everything was going swimmingly, and she was right on course. Rumors about the Grand Line and the most up-to-date reading material she could grab kept mentioning Loguetown, and it was there she decided to head. Her speedy skiff made great time there, and she could make out the island and docks coming up to greet her...
...along with ships. Quite a few. Tall ones, and smoke...wait, was that the sound of explosions?
She needed to change course, and fast.
Her speed started working against her as she tried to gather herself up in a panic. The ropes groaned and the racer creaked under the stress of making a sudden, wide turn as she barely missed a ship and could make out -
Oh shoot, that was an explosion!
Rain looked back, then around herself as she tried to skirt the docks, save herself, and her racer. The sounds of fighting were still close, drowned out only by her panicked, unintelligible wailing. She had to tie up fast!
- Location
- CAC, AZ
"Never tried it, but hey, first time for everything I guess."
I close my eyes and focus on my legs. 'I swear if I lose control and lose a leg......'
SHINK!
My legs turn into metal! And have blades sticking out!
"YES! Ha-Ha! Damian 'Steel Body' Demiana is now a thing!"
@GeneFenG
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Sucal
The Devil’s Cut
- Location
- Bottom of the barrel
"Revenge isn't Justice, and not all people are Pirates by choice. For many, various factors have left them no other choice. All should be treated and judged equally, not just because they happen to sail under a flag or wear a white coat. "
It was a dangerous line of thinking, one that the crow clearly decided to disagree with. Either way, he turned the chair to towards the headquarters, and pointed to show they were almost there.
LuteStrings
The Barmy Bard
- Location
- The Corner
Via briefly looked like she was considering smelting something out of the Devil Fruit user, but shook her head, giving him a thumbs up. "Awesome!"
Xaldin
YoRHa No.2 Type B
- Location
- A Desolate Place
"Hmph." Tabun may have disagreed with the Lieutenant's words...but he didn't dislike them. "Seems he has a softer heart than I. I can't say he's wrong, but my way is the only way to be ultimately sure, for a purpose that serves an even higher Justice than that of the few less fortunate pirates. It's the only Justice I know, after all."
He spotted the headquarters and reclined back, relaxing himself more for what he expected to be a smooth descent. "I know what you mean. It's not just about revenge. I'm thinking of the future." He glanced to both of them once more, "So perhaps you could help keep me in line and ensure my Justice is fair, Lieutenant Drake. And you Ensign Laurent, could be an invaluable comrade. So, how about joining up with me as crewmates? We work together, as equals, and help each other's load. I know I'll need the help. So what about you two?"
He'd posed the question with a hint of embarrassment. He'd never considered joining up with others before today. But now he felt he'd truly need their assistance in the days to come so it was worth it to at least ask.
@Camellia
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- Location
- Italy
"Good. Now you can use the legs in your attacks. Now, let's see how good you are at something else: Lying. Tell me a lie. Any one will do."
I mused for a moment.
"For example, are you related to the Demiana Marines?"
- Location
- Massachusetts
Mary merely nodded after witnessing Sloan's rather unnerving transformation, and her eyes took on a steely quality. "I, Mary O' Donnell, must respectfully disagree. I believe in no fate, save what path we choose for ourselves, so 'seeing' one's fate means nothing to me. But I doubt you're here to discuss philosophy."
Despite her flippant words, Mary's thoughts were more subdued. Four swords to my one, and that's without any tricks that Devil Fruit is affording her beyond that horn. Going by the sensei's lessons, that thin body of hers suggests speed and possibly precision as well, which doesn't help matters. I'll need to pin her down now, before she can get up to speed!
Without warning, she violently swung her sword in a downward diagonal direction, and the air within the lobby shifted, with Sloan being subjected to a sudden harsh gale pushing her to the right. Which was odd, since they weren't close to any windows or other openings that could admit any sort of wind from that direction.
At the same time, Mary propelled herself forwards far quicker than anyone with her build had any right moving, her sword arcing upwards into a strike aimed at her upper left arm.
"Now! Prove to me the truth in your words!" she shouted. "Gale Prominence Style: Crosswind!"
- Location
- CAC, AZ
"Nope. Just a similar name."