Hoaknoton Town is a dusky town completely ridden by ruin. Constantly at war with its neighboring towns and villages, the people here are seen as barbarian and untrustworthy. Rumors go, however, that they are extremely paranoid and are incapable of trusting people who enter into their land.
After a brief stint in the maw of Hell, Goldilocks found her way back to the musky shores of North Blue. It reeked of famine and poverty, a scent all too familiar to her but not one she really despised; it was the smell of her people!
After having anchored and tied her lone man boat she moved along. Boots trudging through the sandy shore until she reached the moist, decaying cobblestone that led into town. There was a chill in the air this fine, grey day. With her stomach full of bitter old fruit she needed the sweet taste of alcohol on her tongue to lift her spirits. The woman managed to experiment a little with her newfound abilities when she sailed along. She didn't feel too different really, aside from the adrenaline constantly flowing through her now. It was such a wonderful high, but the desire to enhance it with liquor crossed her mind before this high faded.
Liquor or blood -- or both would suffice.
With her hands burrowed deep within the recesses of her coat's pockets, her heavy booted feet clopped along the ground. An eerie darkness passively exuded from her person, lingering but not wandering too far out. It was a calm, somewhat alluring aura whose tips licked the salty sea air around her. Her single eye peered around her, through her visage she could see poverty personified. Rundown homes, boarded up windows, and leaky pipes. Shady characters bearing the tattoos of their crews and the scars of battle.
Rain came. Accompanied by thunder and lightning and wind. The elements were in full force today.
Oh, how she'd missed the deep pitter-patter of rain water pelting the earth below. It was so nostalgic to the ears that she could almost smell the sweet, metallic perfume of blood in the air that often accompanied it when she was around. As the rain mercilessly assaulted her hat she stopped just along the entrance that led into the main town from the outskirts. With her fingertips Goldilocks tipped her hat back and shot her gaze skyward. Between two adjacent buildings just within town had been a long series of wires that connected their roofs, at the center of these wires was a rotting marionette of a human corpse hanging there. From the looks of its various stab wounds, cigarette burns, and the final gun shot to the head, Goldilocks had missed quite the lynching. The body was still fresh at that, the last of its blood spilled into the already existing pool twenty feet below.
She knew she smelled blood.
A wicked smirk graced her lips, the same Cheshire cat smile she always sported yet her widened sapphires glowed with enthusiasm, inspiration, and enlightenment. The body was a clear warning to all those who entered Hoaknoton Town. Those that entrenched upon these ground would be met with subjugation and death."What a wonderful challenge..."The tawny haired pirate murmured with a hungry lick of the lips. These poor peasants. Fear only worked on the meek. And these people, they could string up a nice body, but they were all meek men. She could feel their eyes on her beyond the darkness, hidden in alleyways and behind hole-ridden doors and windows.
Tch. Cowards.
It was fine. For now she'd play coy and continue her paces. The dark aura emanating from her -- the one of pure evil -- would be withdrawn and masked silently; like a blood thirsty beast being stored away within a cage without a lock. It would choose when it desired to break free, but for now, what Goldilocks desires was a nice, strong mug of beer that wasn't watered down and maybe a bone with a nice hunk of meat attached. So she sought out the tavern around these parts and headed inside; ignoring the conspicuous foot steps that followed a dozen or so paces behind her.
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[ It had been quite some time now since he and the flower of the north parted ways. Occasionally his mind finds itself wandering onto thoughts of its two self claimed prizes, Guinevere the Little Flower, and Luka the Little Bird. Both targets of his selfish desires and expectations. Since leaving the former in the raining mountains of Whisky Peak, Galand had been training himself to unconsciousness night and day. His struggles upon that mountain showed him just how weak his body had become since the Government stole everything from his. His strength, abilities, wealth, and honor. Everything he held dear. Now he sits in a run down barber shop with creaking floorboards and holes riddled about, stuck at the center of an even more suspect town. But this kind of place? He has grow accustomed to it. “Thanks for the fix up, guy.” he says, standing up from his seat and looking himself over in a mirror. He decided to go with a new look to match his changing ideals. No sense in growing back into the same person he was.
With a stretch, he slips on his new kimono-jacket and walks towards the door with a hand raised in goodbye. “You can just add the bill to their tab. Haha.” So he says, referring to the several dismembered men planted across the small building. Some hallway through the wall and ceiling. Others sprawled across the floor in rather...uncomfortable positions. In fear, the shopkeep stumbles back before falling onto his bum with his shears clacking onto the rotten wood below. After he steps outside the building, Galand rubs the back of his head lazily, trying to think of what to do now. To be frank, the town doesn’t offer all too much for him, and since he’s been here, he hasn’t run across any particularly interesting or strong individuals. “Oh? What do we have here?” he says in a low almost sarcastic tone. His face shows no interest, but oh is he interested. His eyes follow a group of men, ruffians really, tailing behind what appears to be a lone woman.
“A woman out here, alone? Lady must have a death wish.” he muses to himself, almost humored by her bravery.
Females around these parts are treated as meat, and nothing more. To be chewed up, used by the dogs of the town, and cast aside just as meaninglessly, leaving their fates to the elements. After cuffing a hand around his chin, he smirks with the rising of a bright idea. “That’s just messed up, but, that’s how it is. Guess I’ll see where this goes, and if all turns out well, I’ll be getting something out of this.” he says, planning to ‘save the damsel in distress’ so he can get beli or information out of her. She may be in this place alone, but there is no way she’s stupid enough to not realize her place here. She has to be worth SOMETHING valuable. Or so he believes. With that, he trails behind the men, ultimately all finding themselves stepping into a bar. After slipping behind the men through the doors, he grabs hold of two knives and slips them into his sleeves, leaving one of the men more or less weaponless. At least, his knives are gone.
Keeping up his innocent act, he makes way to a table trying to have himself distanced from the blonde haired woman, but not too far away either. “Cards in hands, guys. Now give me a good show.” ]
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Goldilocks was painfully aware about where a woman stood in parts like these. She was also aware of the handful of men that had been following her for the passed half block now, it was her lack of genuine care that made her fail to acknowledge their existence. So once at the bar she'd take a seat, gaining a handful of stares, more obvious than others, as she'd order herself a nice cold mug of beer and wait. One leg crossed over the other as she'd spin herself around in her stool in order to face the room of shaggy looking men and the pair of horrified looking women that seemed more worse for wear than the average dollface. A coy smirk spread across her lavish lips as she tipped her hat off to them and gave the pair a single wink. She wanted them to sit back and enjoy the show.
There was a single individual that had entered soon after her but this one she paid no mind to. He was just another passerby. The quartet of bandits that would enter after him on the other hand held some obviously devious faces. A few smirks and a scowl, a couple of low hyena-esque chuckles as one of them openly spun a chain around as a means of intimidation. The group swarmed her slowly, making sure that all exits were blocked and there was no where to run beyond a pair of feet directly into them. And as the bartender set the filled mug in front of her, she'd snap her fingers so that he would bring four more just like it, giving a single nod to her friends over here. Pressing her lips to the rim of the mug she tipped the glass back to swallow a few mouthfuls of the frothy dark contents within. She cooed, gazing upon the small group of bandits with the same arrogant smile she had when she arrived here."You know the drill, b***h. Yer mooney 'er yer maidenhead~"Their five foot something leader taunted as the scrawny, ashen toned man pressed the dull point of a knife to her cheek.
Goldilocks didn't bother moving away from the knife. Instead she continued casual movements as if the knife didn't exist. Leaning back in her chair and allowing the tip of the blade to cut into her cheek and sully the base with her blood; she didn't seem to mind really."Money? C'mon, mate. Look at me. Does it really look like I have any Beli on me? Hell, I was just gonna run up a tab and pin it on this random ******** over here."She replied in a thick, foreign accent before motioning her thumb over to the random man who'd set himself away at a different table who'd came in right after her.
The group chuckled and cackled as the leader grinned his brown-toothed grin and cocked a brow."Oh, is that so? Well, I guess it'll be yer a** that we're plunderin' instead! Gurere-shahahahahaha~!"The man laughed, his crew followed suit as if on cue. The flaxen haired woman didn't seem bothered by his words. Again she'd take a swig of watered down ale. The onwatchers begun laughing to themselves as well, shaking their heads, figuring that the blonde must have been some sort of crazy woman from some back alley town for her to act so casual as she did."Sure you and yer crew here can handle, me lit'l man? I've been told that I can be quite the mouthful handful. Ask yer mother, she would know."She remarked as she came to a stand. A tall, lean body hovering over the man as the knife dug further into her cheek; her hands lay shallow in the recesses of her pants pockets.
The laughter ceased as the balding bandit furrowed his brow and scoffed with rage at her insolence."What was that ya b***h? Didja just call me mother a whore?!"He roared. She leaned her face in with a wicked grin and continued her insults,"Well, I ain't callin' her fer dinner!"The final blow to seal the deal. The infuriated bandit swiped his knife and cut clean through her cheek from end to end. As the blood spilled her lavish pink appendage came out of hiding to swipe at the sanguine bile rushing from the newly formed corners of her mouth. However, something strange happened. As she lapped up her blood the meat of her cheeks seemed to stitch themselves up. The wound sewn shut by threads fabricated from darkness itself. A singe of pleasure ran down her spine as she chuckled excitedly.
The quartets' eyes all grew wide in realization at their mistake but it didn't prevent them from being fools."K-Kill her! Kill her!"Yelled the leader. His trio of men retrieving their revolvers to release hell upon the evil incarnate. However, she revealed a palm soaked in darkness and rose it in front of her. The hot slugs they fired were drain to this vortex like plague rats to a corpse. Once they fired off their rounds the rip of darkness vanished."Oh, I got a better a idea."She started, a blackhole appearing above the trio of men behind their leader,"How 'bout ye'all dance fer me?!"With a snap of the fingers she rained Hell upon then. The bullets swallowed by the vortex regurgitated them. The piercing rounds tearing through bone and flesh from above causing the bodies below to spasm wildly like marionette dolls to a puppeteer with Arthritis before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Aaah, there was that refreshing stench of blood and brain-matter in the air that she'd missed. It alleviated her stress like a form of aromatherapy. And their screams, oh, their blood-curdling screams were practically orgasmic!
She stared the lone captain down. A shadow cast over her face by her low-hanging hat. A wicked Cheshire grin cracked her lips as her one shimmering sapphire brimmed with lustful, murderous intent. Her clothes splotched in the blood and flesh of the man's makeshift little crew of thugs and wannabes. The man stirred where he stood and added an extra, pungent layer of musk to the tainted air as Goldilocks could see a rather hefty stream of piss staining his tattered beige pants.
The cold hand of death itself perched onto the humbled man's shoulder, he perked up with fear as her fingertips graced the area from his shoulder to his neck to dragging sensually along his cheek."This would normally be the time where the loser gets bent over and ********, ye'? But lucky fer you yer not my type. Now run along to yer mother's tit, I'm sure she's got the milk waitin' fer ya. I'll give ya a ten second head start."Goldilocks turned the man around and give him a little kick in the a** to get him going."One. Two. Three."She started counting. The humiliated bandit perked up and started to run but as he did she continued to count. All the while she poked out her thumb and index in the shape of a gun and pointed at at the back of his head."Four. Fi--phraaang!"The silence of a bullet ripping through the air and through the man's skull prematurely interrupted her counting. A small, spatial strip of darkness closed just a couple of inches in front of her hand where the final bullet had come from. A simple through and through that dropped him like a sack of potatoes.
She felt the eyes on her. The nervous stares as all went silent, even the bartender stared as he was filling the last of the four mugs to complete her previous order. She picked up her unfinished beer and started chugging it down. After a coo and a hardy belch she slammed the mug down before finally acknowledging all of the looks she'd been getting. Goldilocks nonchalantly gazed around and rose her shoulders in a casual shrug."The ******** is everyone lookin' at me fer?! What? A lady can't have a drink? You *snap* piano-maestro. Play me a ********' sea shanty will ye? Let's get some ********' life in here, eh?!" The flaxen pirate boomed charismatically.
Everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing, mostly out of fear of being next on her s**t-list, but for the most part they turned the other cheek at what just happened here. And as the man on the piano began his tune, Goldilocks thumped her foot along to the beat while the bartender delivered her four filled mugs. She entertained herself, and anyone who still had the balls to be watching her, by juggling a trio of dead bodies using a pair of rifts of darkness. In the bodies went, one by one they were spat out, crossing over each other without hitting before being swallowed by the other rift only to repeat the process.
All the while she hummed while others clapped to the sea shanty the nervous piano player sang.
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[ At this point in time all Galand can do it wait. The setup is before him, and judging by the looks of these ruffians they’d be rather easy to dispatch. All he needs for them to do is bring this fair maiden into distress, any amount would do, and then he’d act. He’d be the gallant knight in shining armor, saving the poor misguided woman who found her way into this positively horrendous establishment full of disgusting unwashed men covered in the unmistakable stench of poverty, open seas, and rum. Frankly, this place suits him just fine. Hadn’t been long since he was living in the sticks, and getting to enjoy these type of spots without the Marine’s rules crawling down his back is a freedom he never knew he desired. The thought makes the man smirk and he rests the side of his face on his propped up palm with an apple in the other hand being gently tossed up and down as if counting the beats before the initiation.
And just like that, it begins. The first man, a rather dirty and frail looking thing, steps up to the plate. The first batter has officially made his move. Immediately, Galand’s eyes focus lock on to the both of them. This could get ugly really quick, if he’s already holding out a knife so quickly. These guys mean business. “Go time.” he whispers under his breath, catching the attention of the man sitting closest to him, causing a small chain reaction of wandering curious eyes to lock onto the budding situation. “Hey, what’s goin’ on over there? Uh oh, looks like that little lady went and got called out. Poor lass, grahaha. She aint got’a chance.” they tease, ignoring the possible danger the woman could be in. But well, it’s not like it’s their problem, to be fair. The hoodlum’s demands start flying out, giving the blonde haired woman a set of choices. Either she coughs up some beli, or she’s essentially going to be their plaything for a time, assuming they don’t intend on keeping her for the rest of her life, and a short one that would be.
The swordsman’s eyes now shift to the lady. Would she act? Surely with that kind of pressure, she’d give in, and when she does, he’d make his own move. “Hm?” he questions after noticing something is off. The woman doesn’t seem to be… Hey, wait a minute, she isn’t seriously planning on- Indeed, the blonde leans back in her seat, allowing for the blade to faintly cut her face, and casually at that. As if the entire act of self harm didn’t phase her being. Galand stops tossing up his apple now, instead firmly holding within his grasp. Because he can tell, just as any other sitting within the establishment, that something interesting is about to go down. Finally the woman responds to the verbal insult to her humanity with a rather sly remark. A remark that half annoys the man.
“So she was planning on dropping her drinking on me was she? Haha, how clever. And here I was planning to extort money from HER.” he coos lightly, his voice being mostly shrouded by the harping of the thug and his associates.
Guess they have no interest in her money after all. A babe like her? Of course their goal was to bed her right from the start. That much is clear as day. Though, at this point, there isn’t much reason to stick around. Galand sits himself up straight now as he cuffs a hand around his chin to think clearly. At this point in time, the woman has gone on and pointed out her lack of beli. So, really, there isn’t much reason for him to be here any longer. With a half disappointed, half amused sigh, he crosses his arms and decides to watch on from here. Might as well see how it plays out. “She really shouldn’ ‘ave come ‘ere…” one man whispers to his drinking bud as the two watch on together. Seems like just about everyone is waiting on the part where the woman either struggles to escape, or gives in to the hopelessness of her situation, and hands herself over to be used like a rag and tossed aside. Hopefully it wouldn’t be in the bar itself. But no, the woman does the unthinkable.
She starts insulting the men, to their faces, with a knife clearly before her. Any other woman wouldn’t shriveled up by now, yet this one is doing the exact opposite. “Oi oi oi, don’t tell me you’re trying to piss them off now, lady!” Galand says, a smile crossing his face now with widened eyes. A droplet of sweat falls down the side of his head, and his blood starts pumping. He’s seen situations like this far too many times to count, and frankly, at the end of it all either the woman ends up dead, or wishing she were. And there it was. The infuriated man swipes his arm over, cleaving across the damned woman’s face as if he were cutting vegetables. A clean slice. She’d probably feel, and see that permanently. “He cut her! What a waaaaste! She was cute, too!” one man in the background declares in his fake despair. “Okay, enough of this. She might be scarred, but I can save her any further damage, if at least because of her spunk.” he teases while standing up and reaching both hands behind for his lower back, where he stashed both knives on each side.
But before he can even grab hold of the hilts, the woman’s face starts to stitch itself back together. The man’s eyes widen as he stands there in place, nigh frozen from such a strange sight. “The hell did she just…” he starts before the men start firing rounds at her in a frenzy, clearly no longer in the right frame of mind. The customers sitting around Galand start to stand and back off now, having a clear picture of how this would turn out, but no blood is spilled. Not a single drop. Instead, “W-Where the hell did all of the bullets go?!” one man screams out in both confusion and fear. Well, soon his question is met with an answer as the woman arrogantly tells the men to ‘dance’. A vile feeling fills his being as the black haired man’s eyes slowly drift up to see a pool of blackness form above the men. In but a fleeting moment the poor fools are riddled with bullets. The same bullets they fired at the lady just moments before. That’s when the people lose it.
“D-Demon! She’s a demon! We gotta get out of here!” they scream, fumbling over tables, chairs, and each other. But not Galand. No, he stands there, staring at the madness, the blood curdling insanity of the large hat woman covered in blood, staring at the dehumanized husks of her prey. Maybe the people aren’t wrong. “She really is a demon…” he says with a shaking body. His widened eyes stare forth in both fear and admiration. Fear knowing this woman is easily a threat. She has a strange power unlike anything he has seen. Yet, he admires her, for both her strength, and her pride. “I’ve decided. I want her.” Following her cruel act, she executes the last remaining man, giving him a swift death with a bullet to the head. Everything seems to calm down from there. Those too weak to look on either turned away or exited as slyly as possible, while others clap to the tune of the piano while watching the mangled bodies thrust to and fro through those strange black gateways.
Galand walks up behind the woman, keeping a few respectable feet between he and her. He places his hands on his hips and stares for a few seconds, gathering the attention of those around. “H-Hey, is that guy nuts? Didn’t he just see what happened to the last guys that bothered the lass?!” Someone in the crowd says, but he pays it no mind. A confident smile crosses his face as he lifts his right foot and stomps down hard as if to shush up the extra noise so the drinking lady can hear him loud and clear. “Oi, you there. Lady. I like you, so, join my crew.” Like clockwork some of the men drinking from their mugs spit out in surprise while others nearly choke. Followed by a collective “EHHHHHHHHHH?!” from those able to properly register his words in time. Even the man on the piano throws his arms back in the air at the sudden request. But Galand? He continues staring on, awaiting a reply.
“W-Wha...Hold on, guy! You really want a crazy broad like her on yer ship?! You’ll be killed! She’s a demon! Didn’t ya see her weird powers?! She probably ate one of them Devil Fruits!” He looks over his shoulder and gives the man a clear smirk.
“That’s okay. Cause if that’s all it takes to make you a demon, I guess that makes me one too.” ]
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The trio of dead men twirled in one end of the portal of darkness and out the other. This power felt magnificent! The passionate hatred she felt for the world could finally be expressed quite literally by the darkness in her heart. The flaxen haired woman was still enveloped by the high of adrenaline she felt through the fruit's powers coursing through her veins; becoming accustomed to its new owner. She'd make the infamous Blackbeard quake in his boots from what she had in store with this thing but for now she felt like she needed to take it for more of a test run.
Her visage caught sight of a man mumbling beneath his breath about her having some demonic power. There were others too. Those who hadn't run away were too stricken with fear to do so now; heels frozen by Rigor Mortis. She continued to stomp her foot to the tune of the piano and the man's surprisingly decent vocals -- despite the shakiness from fear of death, quite literally, looming over his shoulder. Her cheeks were flushed with a coral hue as she exhaled after gulping down the contents from the mug and slamming it to the bar counter. She'd downed her third mug of the bitter brew before belching quite briskly. Goldilocks was starting to get a nice buzz going, she hadn't noticed that more people were starting to slip out the back. She didn't care, no one was being held hostage or anything, but she was growing bored rather fast.
There was only so much of this watered down piss she could drink before she got tired of it. At this rate it'd take her a millennia to get trashed like she wanted to, then again, her tolerance for alcohol was unbelievably high. Internally she was annoyed but it wasn't expressed through normal means. It was unfortunate that she had to trash this place and burn this entire village to the ground. Some of the people here had spunk and while the women here weren't exactly pure, they weren't exactly bad looking and it'd been awhile since she had a proper lay. However, she couldn't excuse the horrid taste of this beer. If the suds didn't meet her standards then the place would sink.
Goldilocks cooed before standing, but before she could carry out her internal decision of trashing the place she was approached by some gutsy man with a death wish. Fancy robes. A sword strapped to his back. He even had a little bit of pretty boy in him with his hair covering one of his eyes. He looked a sleek for her tastes but Goldilocks tried to have an open mind. The kicker, however, was his confident approach and him suddenly blurting out about wanting her to join his crew."Eh?"For a moment she paused. A brow raised as her one good eye blinked, batting her lashes several times in confusion.
She felt a powerful tension in her chest and a tackle in her gut.".....Bre-hyak~ Bre-hehe~ Brrreeeeeee-hyakahahahahahahaha!"She'd burst out into genuine laughter. The music stopped as she banged her fist onto the table, the other held her gut. Her heart hammered against her chest and she wasn't sure if it was from the laughter or from her high. This persisted for a good fifteen or so seconds before she wiped the tears from her eyes. The bodies she'd once juggled had now been flung carelessly across the bar and were now scattered about over a few toppled tables; one of them had gotten stuck inside the piano."A-Are you daft, mate?! Join yer crew? Why in the ******** would I do that? I dun' even know who yeh! Do ya even have any men? Please don't tell me it was those paperweights that tried ta push up on'meh."She spat out in a mildly slurred tone. Over her shoulder she could hear someone mentioning her demonic methods and how she possibly came to acquire them.
Her interest seemed to shift when the man mentioned that he, too, was a demon, rather, he'd eaten a devil fruit. She bore her pearly whites in a long stretching smirk that was anything but pure. Her head craned to the side as she chuckled. Maybe she could get some fun out of this town afterall before she burned it down. "Oh, yer one'a them, eh? Boy's got a little power, so ya seek out more power to fight under yah. But Goldilocks ain't no follower, yah?"A gloved hand sought out his face, grazing the tips of her slender digits along his jawline."But I like yer face so I'll tell yeh what. How 'bout we have ourselves a little scuffle so I can see whatch'er made of? If ya win, I'll join yer crew. I'll even let'cha be Cap'n."Her sapphires shimmered with a shivering coldness in them. Her fingers snapped at the man's jaw, a lingering darkness calmly wavering and wafting from her palm before fading away."However, when I win, I take yer lit'l crew and you work under me. You know...assumin' yer still alive afterward."Her look was sinister yet dangerously playful and it was clear from her juggling of bodies that she enjoyed toying with someone's life for her own amusement. Still, she'd placed down her wager. Her hand, while soft, felt much like the cold stillness of death threatening to collapse his own bones and guts into him; but Goldy released him.
She wondered just how big his balls would have to be to accept a challenge from Death itself.
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✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 ||End: 5 ||Spd: 5 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ As expected, the woman doesn’t take his open invitation seriously at all, but practically humors him with a sort of challenge or bet. So all he needs to do is beat her, in order to bring her over to his side. Although, she at least doesn’t seem upset about the whole thing. “Well, yeah, haha. See, I like strong people. I’ve been lookin’ around for a long time trying to find people strong enough to join my cause. You, lady, are definitely strong.” He turns his head back forward, giving the blonde another confident smile, staring her in her eyes, or eye, with no show of hesitation. Before him stands someone just as equally confident, if not more. Someone with the power to crush any ol’ person like an insect beneath a boot. In Galand’s eyes, she’s perfect for his ideals. With an exhale, he lowers his head and begins a faint chuckle.
To the others in the bar, his laughing would be a signal of insanity or some form of mental disturbance. After all, they themselves bore witness to the might of this eyepatch woman, and frankly, the fact that someone had the cojones to speak with her right after her showcase of madness is unrealistic. “Whew. Honestly, I haven’t felt that excited since back then…” he says, recalling the Misty Peak incident. After raising his head and giving the woman before him a nod, he reaches over his shoulder and pulls out a simple katana, leading the larger one set in place. He turns his body to the side, leaving his left foot in front while the right slides back with his body vaguely crouching. “Galand Drace, of Wano Country…” he begins, before pushing off of his left foot, firing himself forth to the woman. “...at your service!” This is it, the day he gets his first mate! The single existence he desires by his side more than anything else. The foundation of his dreams! He’d have her, no matter what. ]
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The shaggy haired man sure did talk big. Was this what the spirit of youth smelled like? It was almost nauseating. Still, her interest had been peaked, seeing this as an opportunity to test out her new found abilities -- but really an excuse to wreck s**t -- the blonde gave him a chance to prove himself worthy of her, rather valuable, time. She enjoyed his spryness. He'd practically jumped up at the idea but his reasoning of him wanting her to join him in the first place was half-baked at best. To gather strong people to join an unknown cause. To be honest, if it didn't involving tearing down the alcohol, money, or tearing down the establishments and social hierarchy created by the World Government, she probably wouldn't care.
As the oddly-clad man spoke, the curly haired ruffian nonchalantly leaned her slim body against the long stretch of old oak wood of the bar table. She still had some piss water to get through. With mug in hand she'd take another deep swig of the stuff, her hand in her pants pocket and her nose sniveling just a bit to clear it made it appear as if she only appeared to have been half-listening; but what she was listening for was his answer. He called her strong.
Oh darling, flattery will get you everywhere.
She could feel the energy exuding from him. He was definitely going to take her up on her offer. Goldilocks was waiting for him to show her something and while she appeared calm and collected, her one good eye inspected his resolve as he drew his blade. The right side of her face rose from the side smirk she presented. Was he really going to attack her here? Now? She felt a swelling in the pit of her gut, an animalistic tension within her that pumped adrenaline through her veins. Hell, he even took a stance. Though she didn't show it, Goldilocks readied herself, inching her foot unnoticeably closer to the stool beside her. And then he introduced himself, but Goldy failed to do the same since Garland took off before she could.
A frontal assault. And a quick one at that. Not bad at all. However, he was dealing with an actual pirate here.
Despite his swiftness, the gap between them and her stationary movements would allow Goldilocks to react. Out came the mug from her hand. The stinging dark brown liquor flung from it towards the charging Galand to hinder his visage long enough for him to miss Goldilocks hooking and catapulting a bar stool, immediately after the alcohol toss, towards his knees for him to trip over and topple over to the ground. The aureous cyclops didn't know what this man's deal was but she hoped that would come harder than this; Goldy made it fairly obvious that she wasn't afraid to play dirty.
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Black Heart: Masochismus - While most feel pain and reel from it, there are also those who can nullify pain altogether. Unlike the rest, however, Goldilocks is among the few who actually thrive from pain. Despite being unable to flinch and become stopped by pain, Goldilocks actually thrives from the sensation, mitigating pain by having it registered as pleasure. This also increases her [Endurance] by [+5]. Passive.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2017 1:26 pm
✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [Quake] || 20,000 Str: 85 ||End: 30 ||Spd: 55 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 22 ||HP: 205 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ Clever little sneak! As he closes in on the woman, a splash of liquor is sent his way, and with him already mid lunge he has no choice but to stomp down using his left foot as the main initial brake before swinging the blade with both hands from right to left, leaving a part in the wasted drink. With that small opening he notices the barstool flying at him right after, leaving very little time to dodge, so he wouldn’t! “Ngh!” he grunts as he swings his right knee up to meet the stool, smacking the item with his superior force. With only, give or take, ten or so feet between the two now, he’s ever closer to the range he desires. So with that in mind, he’d need to do whatever he can to make sure the space isn’t parted. The clash of his stronger body to the force of the stool sends the poor seat up at a forward angle (in the direction of Goldi) where Galand would grab hold of it by swinging his right arm, now free of the katana’s hilt, back over, and in the same fluid motion launches it back to Goldi.
“Here, have a seat!”
He jokes, clearly enjoying this little exchange. So, she’s more than willing to fight dirty, which is good! He needs that! ]
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Like a hot knife through butter did the blade rip through the wave of bile water, then again it wasn't too challenging of a feat given it was, in fact, just liquid. He was trying to close the gap between them, a wise-decision since she really didn't have anywhere to run given the bar table was to her back; not that she needed to. The woman had no plans on standing idly by and waiting for him to come. No, as he kicked up the stool with his knee, the curly locked pirate took action. She pushed herself forward and as he dropped his blade to snag the stool he managed to kick up for himself a thin, feint black mist coated the woman's body; her so-called iron defense.
Goldilocks launched herself forward recklessly, keeping her left fist tucked in while throwing out an explosive right hook towards Galand's pretty little face right as the stool was hurled towards her. With their conjoined movements the gap between them had hastily closed to no less than five feet as she'd met him at the halfway point when he threw the stool. The stretch of her long limb would have just enough reach to drill her fist into his nose just as the stool was suppose to connect with her. Unfortunately for her kimono-clad combatant, the stool wouldn't have the desired effect of staggering her; or even harming her for that matter. Her lanky body was much hardier than it appeared despite how much brute force her opponent had. The eerie blackness combined with her own natural hardiness created a shell around her; like an extra layer of skin. She'd charged on with her blow as the stool, upon contact, would just splinter and shatter into dozens of pieces; bulldozing through like a raging bull after its seen blood.
Should her initial blow be successful, her left would follow-up with a quick but precise body blow to the gut aimed to knock the wind out of him. Her sadistic smile remained but it was now accompanied by a pair of shivering sapphires that shimmered with a demonic glow; lining across the air with her movements as if exuding a flare from them.
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Black Heart: Masochismus - While most feel pain and reel from it, there are also those who can nullify pain altogether. Unlike the rest, however, Goldilocks is among the few who actually thrive from pain. Despite being unable to flinch and become stopped by pain, Goldilocks actually thrives from the sensation, mitigating pain by having it registered as pleasure. This also increases her [Endurance] by [+5]. Passive.
Black Heart: Schlangenhaut - A black mist often exudes from her body. She can layer this black mist around her body like a second layer skin, hardening it to naturally protect herself from her assailants given how vulnerable the fruit itself makes her. Whenever she's attacked the attack goes up against her [Endurance +5] before calculating how much damage she takes. Can be used [3] times before going on a [1] post cooldown. {1/3 Uses. 100 Endurance}
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✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [Quake] || 20,000 Str: 85 ||End: 30 ||Spd: 55 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 22 ||HP: 188 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ Interesting! So the woman plans on running head first into the stool? At the rate she’s going, she’ll be knocked out cold! Looks like that’s that. Fight’s over folks. At least, that would be the case had it been any regular old person. Yet this woman, just what is she planning?! Galand watches as the stool collides with the eyepatch woman, shattering like glass against steel. The sight causes him to frown with widened eyes, followed by a large teeth-grit smile. “Not even a scratch?! You’re the freakin’ best!” he exclaims as a fist meets his face sending him falling backwards.
But as he does so, he stomps down his right foot hard, aiming to force a floorboard up to collide with the woman’s chin, and with that step hopefully completed, he’d swing his blade towards her neck in hopes of forcing her to take a reprieve to heal. A moment he wouldn’t allow her, assuming she doesn’t submit. Though, with that exuding black substance emanating from her being, he wonders if any of this will have any effect to begin with. Only one way to find out! ]
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As the man was forced back from the punch to the face she readied her follow assault, however, as she started to throw out her punch she could see him stomping his foot down into the floorboard through her peripherals. s**t. Was there enough to to react to the lifted floorboard? Barely just enough, but she'd need to pull back from her attack in order to dodge. Fight or flight? Instead of hopping back, Goldilocks chose to fight! Like before, the floorboard that was catapulted upward would connect with her chin but it was met with the same black layer from before. The cheap, unpolished floorboard cracked and split off from her, flying off behind her and knocking over a few polished bottles of alcohol hung up behind the bar table for decoration. She bullied her way through, aiming her hidden left jab towards Galand's gut. As the blade was swung her way she'd daringly through her head towards it. Her mouth opened wide, the black mist even exuding from her mouth. With just the perfect amount of timing she'd shut her mouth over the katana.
Powerful jaws and strong teeth made quick work of the cheaply crafted katana, shattering the blade with her menacingly maw. All the while her fist persisted in an attempt to drill into Galand's gut to make him reel and slump down for air. Should he do so Goldilocks would then follow-up with a quick, spearing tackle to send him crashing through one of the smaller, circular bar tables scattered about. However, the black mist around her body had now faded for the time being.
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Black Heart: Masochismus - While most feel pain and reel from it, there are also those who can nullify pain altogether. Unlike the rest, however, Goldilocks is among the few who actually thrive from pain. Despite being unable to flinch and become stopped by pain, Goldilocks actually thrives from the sensation, mitigating pain by having it registered as pleasure. This also increases her [Endurance] by [+5]. Passive.
Black Heart: Schlangenhaut - A black mist often exudes from her body. She can layer this black mist around her body like a second layer skin, hardening it to naturally protect herself from her assailants given how vulnerable the fruit itself makes her. Whenever she's attacked the attack goes up against her [Endurance +5] before calculating how much damage she takes. Can be used [3] times before going on a [1] post cooldown. {Used once last post, twice this post. 3/3 Uses. 100 Endurance. Ability now on Cool-down. 0/1}
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✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [Quake] || 20,000 Str: 85 ||End: 30 ||Spd: 55 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 22 ||HP: 171 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ So she shattered his blade. What a waste, but, it was cheap for a reason. Regardless, there IS some left, and by the gods he’d make use of it somehow. “That damned black mist…!” he says as his expression gets a bit more vicious now, with the risk of battle heightening. His adrenaline pumps, and his desire to fight rises. The second blow would connect, sending Galand reeling forward, but as he does so, his free right hand would snatch forth to grab hold of Goldi’s left forearm, before his right hand swings over fiercely back to its own side on the left, hoping to rip at the woman’s stomach with the jagged edged remains of the blade. Poor thing.
After the motion the man would cough up a bit from the blow that nearly left him breathless. “Strong!” he’d think to himself in delight while looking up to his opponent, revealing the eye hidden behind his hair. “You...You’re joinin’ me no matter what! Haha, THIS IS THE GREATEST!” he roars out assuming she hadn’t reacted by then. ]
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With her strike connected she aimed to followed up with a spearing tackle through one of the tables. However, the man had managed to reach out and grab a hold of her forearm."Tch!"She scoffed, sucking her teeth with a bitter scowl. His grip was ******** incredible. What would have been a tackle turned into a light forward stumble into something sharp slicing across her midriff; a nice hunk of the broken blade. She felt it digging through her flesh. Goldilocks winced in pain as she shakily shuffled a few paces back to lean against one of the smaller tables; genuine shock expressed in her eyes as she howled in pain.The blonde wailed as a hand came to clutch her bleeding side.
Even still she felt the adrenaline rushing through her. The pain was accompanied by the delicious aftertaste of masochistic pleasure,"Aye, ya got me good there. Breeehyak-ahahaha~ Don't go gettin' hasty there, we ain't don yet, kid~ I'm startin' ta feel alive!"She barked as her single brimming sapphire peered into the eerie abyss of the one across from her.
Ah, yes, he was also gifted by the devil Himself. She felt a chill run down her spine, a shiver of both arousal and excitement made her black heart flutter in delight. Goldilocks swiped the blood from her side, revealing that the gash created by the blade piece was quickly stitched up by the pure darkness of her fruit; void filling void. She lapped up a bit of blood from her palm, loving its mild metallic taste before wiping the rest on her coattail. Goldilocks managed to recover from the pain of the wound, cooing as she pushed herself away from the table she leaned against.
"Yer sharp on yer wits, mate. But if ya want me, you'll have to come'n take me!"She challenged with a spry smirk; ready for round two.
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Black Heart: Masochismus - While most feel pain and reel from it, there are also those who can nullify pain altogether. Unlike the rest, however, Goldilocks is among the few who actually thrive from pain. Despite being unable to flinch and become stopped by pain, Goldilocks actually thrives from the sensation, mitigating pain by having it registered as pleasure. This also increases her [Endurance] by [+5]. Passive.
Black Heart: Schlangenhaut - A black mist often exudes from her body. She can layer this black mist around her body like a second layer skin, hardening it to naturally protect herself from her assailants given how vulnerable the fruit itself makes her. Whenever she's attacked the attack goes up against her [Endurance +5] before calculating how much damage she takes. Can be used [3] times before going on a [1] post cooldown. {0/3 Uses. 100 Endurance. Ability now on Cool-down 1/1. Available next post.}
Black Heart: Stiche - Despite not having the ability to phase through attacks like other Logia fruit, the user still knows how to patch themselves up when wounded in battle using their limitless power of darkness. Whenever she is shot, cut, stabbed or otherwise wounded in battle, Goldilocks will still take the damage from the assault but her body will regenerate using her darkness to stitch her up. Passive.
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✤✤✤✤✤✤{J U D G E}✤✤✤✤✤✤ Galan Drace||Swordsman x Gladiator|| Pirate || Fruit [Quake] || 20,000 Str: 85 ||End: 30 ||Spd: 55 ||Acc: 5 ||Int: 5 ||Spi: 22 ||HP: 171 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗
[ Finally, after what seemed like forever, he actually managed to hurt the damned woman! But who knows how long that’d last. Regardless, he retort to his banter amuses him, enough so that he lets out a laugh while dropping his broken katana to the floor below. “You really did recover from that, damn it, haha. I was baggin’ on that being the queue for you to give up! You’re tougher than I imagined, lady.” He says, standing himself up tall before taking the brief chance to stretch his legs out, one at a time. Once he hops back up, he gets into his stance again with his body turned to the side, just as before, but this time with no weapon, holding his hands now in a grappling fashion.
“I guess I can take it that I’m stronger than her, physically, but that black mist is lethal. She’s holding back for sure, compared to what she did to those guys earlier…” he thinks to himself before leaping back six or so feet, grabbing hold of a whole table, and lunging to the woman again. The drinks and other goods atop the table spill over onto one man previously seated beneath it, drenching him in ale and cigar ashes. “Come on! Let’s have some more fun! Don’t you go slacking off just yet! Not until you’re mine!” ]
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