xxxxxClaimed by: Luka Scarlet (Ryunosuke Ryusei)x▰▰▰▰▰▰
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A village surrounded by lush green fields and friendly citizens. Because of it's remote location, it has had no attacks for many years. There are many open fields, and farm animals grazing.
After proving herself as being able to still fully function physically with minimal to no impediment, Luka had received her orders for patrol for the current week. She had, as expected, been assigned in the opposite direction of her previous patrol location. She was sent to South Blue instead this time for her patrol rounds. In fact she had even been assigned specifically to perhaps the most peaceful corner of that Blue Sea. They were likely doing this on purpose to keep her away from any kind of real action or risk getting into any more serious fights and potentially overwork herself again. She would sigh softly to herself as her small ship approached the small and relatively calm island. She would hop off of her ship at the dock and tie her dingy to one of the posts at the docks to make sure it didn't get carried away by the tide as she looked towards the small town. She had managed too get a replacement set of her old black slacks and her white uniform jacket and even her leather gloves as she adjusted her belt. At her left hip was her new sword that she had purchased to replace the one she had left in the wall back in Lyneel. Given her bleeding and shitty physical condition at the time, she wasn't given much chance to retrieve it back then as her wound was more important than the weapon. Instead she had used her saved up beli to purchase another Wazamano blade instead. It was a far sturdier sword with a craftsmanship rivaling that of her first named blade, Aizu Kunisada. This one had a much longer name though and 'Musashi no Kami Kanenaka' wasn't quite as nice sounding to say in full by comparison. Though just as the former was shortened to simply 'Aizu', this new sword could be shortened to 'Musashi' instead and that sounded a lot nice and was much easier to say. As far as temperament, she would have to test the sword out in battle first to see if it was as obedient as Aisu was.
Her blades aside, Luka would scan the area as she started to head into the town, surveying the area as she was going to have to patrol this place for the rest of the week. She had spare money to pay for food and lodging as she walked around, looking at the many cute little shops and buildings as everyone seemed fairly carefree here. She was given plenty of stares as people looked at her as she walked about, some cautious as she passed by and she made note of these strange stares and remembered what Galand had said to her with a frown. She was starting to see the worry and dislike more and more now that she was actively looking for it and she was more eager to find the root of these negative connotations towards the Navy. She needed a promotion or two first.
[Marine Mission [Standard Patrol] completed]
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With nothing else left to do, the little lizard found himself out and about within the blues. This time, the chameleon found himself within South Blue. He was on a mission again, but a much more.. calm one than the last. "Just a patrol." He spoke aloud as if he had someone else around to talk to. A part of him wished this simple patrol would turn out to be a problem. A pirate or two just lounging around waiting to be captured did not sound too bad, a mercenary whom was rustling some poor woman's jimmies was yet another scenario that was oddly appealing, but perhaps there was a loner who was prepared to take the dip into one of the other factions. Who really knew what these patrol missions would turn up. Surely, this little lizard was not one of them. So instead of just racing about, Cameron would actually stroll within the buildings one by one. Bancho village did not particularly give off the impression that trouble was always around, but the Marines needed proof. This proof was in the eyes of one of their own.
Taking a look around, the small chameleon could barely see much. Everyone around was much taller than he was, so he had trouble really peering over the masses. Thus, in order to get a better view, he would have to climb atop an assortment of barrels and boxes. Asking around, he was able to gather a few helpers to gather the things he needed for a high enough perch. It was actually pretty crazy. Walking around and speaking to the people of the village had him learning things about the place. Nobody seemed like a pirate nor a mercenary. Everyone just seemed like they were out here living their lives. Some were mean to him of course, as he seemed pretty weird for a talking chameleon. Especially since he had never met some of them and yet was asking for assistance. Yet, the ones who did decide to help him were of course pretty intrigued with his being. Talking animals were apparently a rarity and such tiny ones even more. When Cameron would approach people asking about any trouble in the area, they would all just shake him off and assure him that nothing was happening in a place like this. There were no pirates bothering these townfolk, nor were there mercenaries out for blood. All in all, this seemed like a pretty nice place to live. Too bad he was marine out on patrol. If he had not been one of these "blue suits," then perhaps he'd make a home of this place. "So there is nothing out of the ordinary then?" A final question to one of the final people helping him gain a nice vantage point. A shake of their head came just before a notion of the weirdest thing around being Cameron himself. The little lizard could only laugh before taking one more stroll around the village. Upon completion, he would just have to believe the words of everyone he had asked. Of course, his own look around came up empty so their words weren't all he had to go on. Bancho seemed safe for now, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the lives of these people came under conflict. The only question would be the cause. Would it be because of Pirates, Mercenaries, Loners, or even the Marines? When he thought about it, if he was the only odd thing out here, than that would mean the Marines are the ones out looking for trouble more than the other factions. That would be something to think about as he left the pace in search of something new to accomplish. Marine Mission: Standard Patrol Complete
After her peaceful slumber lying within the rafters of the inn within the peaceful village, Yavanna felt the ray of warm sunlight hit her feet as she slowly got up. What time was it? How long was she asleep for?...What was for breakfast? All these questions and more were floating around in Yavanna's mind as she began to slowly get up and sneak down from her little cubby hole at the top of the building. Poking her head out of the entryway of her little hiding place, the run away hurried into a free room that had not been touched for whatever reason. Call it luck, or maybe this was the owner's personal room. Whatever the case was, she used this opportunity to clean up her appearance a little. A few strokes of her hand as a makeshift comb here and there, maybe cleaning a few spots of drool from her clothing. All in all, a quick session of adulting in the morning and Yavanna was ready to go and meet the day. She walked back to the door and held her ear to the door to listen for any kind of movement outside of the room she was in. One pair came and went quickly with another few arriving up the stairs. The sounds of giggling and requests for some kind of masculine figure that Yavanna was unable get a good look at found their way into the room next to her for whatever kind of debauchery that they would find themselves in store for the day. Typical valley girls and their lust for that storybook hero that would sweep them off of their feet. Had it not been pathetic, she would have liked to catch a glimpse at the man all of them were connected to. Had she not wanted to go and explore her new surroundings, along with having her standards considerably lowered, a day spent in whatever deviant sexual acts the group was about to partake in sounded just like a normal weekend in Alabasta for her.
Once the group had dispersed, Yavanna waited another second or so for more movement before opening the door with the utmost carefulness and tiptoed outside while shutting it softly behind her. Moving to walk towards the staircase, Yavanna did her best to act natural. Her appearance did help her story pass if people did not read too far into it. Just another native Albastian exploring the world outside of sand dunes, the hot desert sun, and whatever came to mind when a person thought of a miserable and hot place to be. Waving to a staff member in the middle of her descent, She reached the ground floor with little hassle and made her way towards the entrance. It was pretty crowded for your average day of an inn. People coming and going out of the door at random intervals, which helped cover her escape in case somebody was tracking her for whatever reason. Call it an old habit, but it did make her feel better during this little exodus out of her home. Stepping out of the building, Yavanna walked outside to see a pretty normal day for a town. Not really much to get involved with from a first glance.
.xHP: 102/102xxxxExp: 00xxxxClass: Brawler/Assassin xxxxPoster Here
[/img] Waking up in a caravan in a village he wonders how he even got hear, he doesn't now what happened last night ether. So, when the caravan stop at a very populated village. He hopped out and asked the nearest person, which was a sales person selling various fruits, the place he was and the sales person said you are in Bancho village in the South blue. He ponders again how he found his way here then shrugs his shoulders and starts walking down the street. Vincent looks around to find the closes tavern in town to see if any interesting thing might happened. He heads in care free, sites down and orders just a beer . The waitress then tells him that he doesn't look like he is around here. Vincent chugs his beer and says that he woke up in a caravan and had know idea what happened last night. She walks away and gives Vincent a weird look. Vincent orders two more beers then chugs the down both like it is nothing. Then the big, buff, and hairy looks at Vincent and orders three beers next chugs them down. Vincent gives him a dirty look and asked the waitress for five more beers please. The buff man tells the waitress five more beers then said to Vincent how ever wins has to pay, Vincent said your on. The waitress puts all ten beers on the table at the same time Vincent and the buff guy said go. They both chug the beers as fast as they can possibly can, then not even on the third one the buff guy stops and blacks out while Vincent finished all five beers. Next the waitress asks Vincent are you going to pay Vincent replies with hes paying and points to the passed out man. Vincent then walks out of the tavern, really drunk tries to walk five feet but passes out right on the side ofthe street.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2017 3:29 pm
Bancho Village, an area so hidden away and out of place it was rare to find anything threatening within it. Unfortunately for them Wolfnod was the danger, he brought a certain instability with him wherever he went, nobody could ever really predict his next move however it wouldn't be off for them to assume it was deadly and vindictive in nature. The mink had been to this village a few times in his years, he had grown up in the south and enjoyed many of its spoils during his youth. Much of his cooking skill had come from this very village, a few legendary chefs managing to seclude themselves within. Still he was cast out of any institute or university of cooking he had attended due to his peculiar recipes and taste for human flesh. The exuberant Wolfnod literally danced through the streets crammed with friendly faces, despite his gaudy yet terrifying appearance his overall playfulness made him no cause for concern. The light air he carried with him causing a few of the townsfolk to join him in his sauntering, with smiles on their faces. A particular woman joined arms with the mink and danced joyfully alongside him. His own smile growing tenfold as his body became tangled with hers, his sharp purple hues glistening brightly as his pupil warped into that of a sharp slit akin to a snake. "Hey, hey mama say the way you move, gon' make you sweat gon' make you groove." he quoted jokingly as he continued to twirl the woman in his arms. That same smile that seemed to be growing wider by the moment was now reaching inhuman levels, his jaw unhinging to extreme lengths, his small jagged teeth seeming ever more threatening, a forked tongue wriggling its way free from his agape mouth and hissing toward the woman who was now ensnared in his grasp. His jaw managing to drop low enough to swallow the woman whole, and he did just that. Shoveling her entirety into his open mouth, still kicking and breathing as his muzzle snapped shut and he swallowed loudly. Every time he opened his mouth to breathe screaming escaped from within. His body morphing in order to keep her snug inside himself, his movements now sluggish due to the added weight. "Ah, ah, child the way you shake that thing- gon' make you burn gon' make you sting!" he chimed in finally, laughing horrifically as his bodily acids began to do their job and break down the meal within. The screams escalating wildly for a solid couple of minutes before finally falling silent. Wolfnod has still been inside crowded streets the entire time this event had been unfolding, terrified villagers running and crying for help were now causing a buzz within the once quiet and serene setting. All this uproar caused a rather exasperated sigh to escape the chef, he was just enjoying a meal and they had to go and ruin his dining experience with their head splitting pleas. Meat was meat, just because it was human made little difference to him. People ate live dishes quite frequently in some cultures, how was this any different than that was beyond him.
Running cool ivory fingers through his dark spiky hair an annoyed Wolfnod decided to give in to the chaos and continue his onslaught. If they wanted to make a scene he'd give them something to be truly frightened of. His appetite never seemed to be sated ever since he had gotten his grubby hands on this devil fruit after all. His palate had grown as well, he was now able to eat just about anything with no consequence and he had a few ways to put that to good use. Being a cook was competitive business, and what better way to destroy competition than to literally destroy them. Villages and the likes were always lined with many different restaurants and establishments that could pose a threat to him once Wolfnod settled and created someplace for his own marvelous dining experience. Might as well shut them down early. With that in mind he made his way to the nearest stall and began sinking his teeth into it, tearing away chunks of wood and metal one bite at a time, the mixture of actual food product lining the stalls gave them a bearable taste although he gagged and nearly vomited once or twice. His exquisite stomach wasn't used to gorging on such disgusting trash. Still he managed, finishing off every stall in sight and moving toward the nearest building that had anything to do with food, following his nostrils. "That was just the appetizer, and unfortunately for this quaint little village I've got plans for a three course meal! Shehehehehehe!" As he finished laughing at the state of destruction he was unleashing upon the village his mouth contorted once more into a large gaping black hole. One bite after another the insane snake began eating an entire building. Making his own doorway in a few moments just by devouring the walls of the structure. Then quickly making his way inside and devouring the appliances and any food left out for him. Like a murderous santa except instead of milk and cookies it was just about anything in his vicinity, and all he didn't leave a trace of presents behind, not even the bones. These actions continued for awhile, Wolfnod must have cleared out several buildings and a few straggling villagers before finally feeling even slightly content. Still his hunger was insatiable, he always had a lingering need to feed ever since the Baku Baku no Mi had fallen in his possession, and more importantly his stomach.
"On to dessert! Now.. where is the nearest bakery, I wonder?" he chirped gleefully, still in the same high spirits he had been when first entering the village. It seemed nothing could put a damper on his mood, not even his own crime and killings. Instead he let out a loud burp before continuing his near frolicking movement down the streets of Bancho village. It didn't take him long to find the nearest bakery, his nose never lied after all, he had a sense of smell that seemed to lock on to just about anything cooking, or baking. This side of town seemed to be abandoned by this point too, it was unfortunate that he couldn't craft himself up a tasty meat pie although he supposed some nice baked goods would have to do. Luckily for him some sweets were hiding away within as well. Wolfnod started off by lifting the entire display case from the floor and shoving the whole thing down his fat throat nearly suffocating himself on cookies, breads, and sweets alike. Once he finished up with that he worked his way to the back and began to destroy and devour anything there as well, gutting the entire establishment much like he had done several times beforehand. Once he finished his three course meal Wolfnod worked his way back onto the street, sitting his fat a** right in the middle of it and letting himself rest. He had managed to inflate himself like a hot air balloon, his entire body swollen with the many edible and non-edible goods he had engulfed on his crime spree. Feeling the sluggish effects of his job well done, his breathing was strained and heavy, his body was fat, slow, and sluggish, etc. He decided to sit for a moment and give his body a chance to catch up with his appetite, letting the acids inside him slowly break down the hundred of thousands of calories he had just managed to push into his dumb face.
Bancho Village Raided [1250/1250]
▐「 COMPANY 」Nobody xxx▐「 WORDS 」1,282 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
He approached the island in relative swiftness. He pressed onward beyond the shore and into the town. Guided by the eyes of the citizens whom had taken time to hide. They had their own ecosystem, sadly there wasn't enough ships for all of them to be evacuated so swiftly. It was but a flash of his badge required to guide the small child through the streets to where the man had been resting. Murder. He was really getting tired of that word being tossed about so commonly. Like the killing of others was always some sort of game. If he were a lesser person, a lesser version of himself. Then undoubtedly, he would end the existence of these murderous criminals.
"I shud prolly executa ya for ya crimes, but das not my decisions." His hands within the pockets on his small shorts he would look onward. The man looked vaguely familiar, maybe he was a blur that Merlin had passed in Torino. He could not recall, but none of that truly mattered. "Not so sure I shudn't just do et anywayz and say ya escaped." He was sure that no one in the Village would mind. What did it look like when Marines constantly carried away vicious murderers. He had taken in Lancelot, and the man killed an entire village of people. He took in Thaddeus, well he hadn't done much. As far as Merlin knew, aside from killing him in a previous life. To kill or not to kill. That was the question.
PWR 245 || SPD 300 || END 130 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 105 || HP 485/500 || SPI 124
illusorry
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 9:27 pm
Wolfnod was quickly alerted to another presence, seeing as everyone had been running and hiding from him since the start and now one lone soul had found the courage to approach him. His large balloon-like body began to shrink down to size rather quickly as he dissolved everything he had absorbed as of earlier. A now normal sized Wolfnod sized up his irregularly small opponent with a sharp toothed smile. As the other humanoid in the area spoke out against them he gave a shrill cackle and a curt bow in their general direction. "Kill? I'm not really interested in dying anytime soon, really." he explained with wide eyes, feigning terror for a split moment before his demeanor returned to that of an eccentric madman. He twirled his body round and round before finally stopping and facing the miniature marine once again. "I'm really not in the mood to kill anymore either, so I won't be going after your life or anything ofhisser." he elaborated with a rather large shrug, his animated style of speaking very overboard, really portraying the pirates zaniness. The chef started by rolling up the sleeves on his snazzy dress shirt, revealing the diamond pattern tattoos lining his arms. With a snap of his suspenders he cackled loudly once more, seeming more and more out of his own mind with each passing second. Long black colored nails scratched aggressively through his matted dark tussles of hair as he sized up whatever it was he was dealing with. Wolfnod didn't want to go assuming the gender of the thing in front of him, it was really hard to tell what was going on downstairs with this one.
"Are we going to get down and dirty here? I was just taking aggressive action against my competitors is all, I'm trying to be the King of Cuisine here and it's difficult to do with so many obstacles in my way- all this? Yeah that's the aggressive part in aggressive action I was talking about, I was just taking care of business, no harm no foul and all that mumbo jumbo." he rambled, it seemed the self proclaimed king of cuisine was never short of breath. As he was pleading his case his hands had been rather suspiciously moving behind his back, his fingertips caressing the weapons tucked inside the back of his pants. His left hand playing with the trigger loop of his shotgun while the right began grasping the hilt of his shoddy dagger. Wolfnod was really more of a businessman than a pirate, a shady one but nonetheless his exuberance and overall goals seemed a far cry from a sea fairing ne'er-do-well. "Oh, oh! I've got a great suggestion ofhisser, instead of killin' me, or arrestin' me, you could just let me go- I'll turn a new leaf, you'll never see me again! An honest to goodness entertainer is all I'll be, swear on my mum." his gums continued to flap, likely to little avail. Wolfnod was rather vibrant in his speech and mannerisms however he seemed to give off hte aura of a fiend no matter what silk he may be spinning. He was a snake in more ways than one, and taking anything he said to heart was likely a mistake, one that this marine would undoubtedly not make, still it was fun to try. Someone like Wolfnod always did enjoy talking, even if it was always far too much. Perhaps he could simply annoy this marine to the point that they would up and leave him alone just to get away from his nagging. If he did end up fighting and getting killed here at least he could go out having a nice long conversation with his murderer beforehand, one needed to make the best out of every situation after all.
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin xxx▐「 WORDS 」687 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
Compassion. One could say the child known as Merlin was capable of less each day. He had never known destruction like this, and it had all sparked from what Dekura had done. Never had he been tasked with so many things at once. It felt like he was the only Marine left alive. He would begin walking toward his opponent slowly. Mostly because no one took him seriously, the act of talking never got him anywhere. Being small afforded one e very little respect. Or maybe it wasn't his size but the age he was. Too young to ever really be a Commander, whatever monster he had lurking inside was what gave him the needed capabilities. "Das nice." Hands still cuffed within his pockets. Uncaring for the mans future intentions to kill. He had already done his killing, and that was enough to set the young Fish Man off. Still, he seemed calm, despite the anger brewing within. A hailstorm of rage and angst being boiled together constantly.
Unresponsive. The young fish child had no response to his bait of a fight. Of course, Merlin had no intention of doing anything else. But he was more action based than chat based. Probably because he wasn't very good with words, and talking made him feel kind of idiotic. He was aware of how often he said words wrong. Something that even determination could not correct. He would rather not sound stupid in front of a criminal, especially one that seemed to pride himself on how well he could spin lies into threads of gold. His eyes shifted downward to the mans arms, seeing the cuffs rotate. He didn't pause in his walk forward, in fact hastening ever slightly. Blue eyes absorbing the sight of the man. Another, much like Thaddeus, hidden weapons designed to end lives far too quickly. Killing, that was always their go to. It would always be what Pirates resorted to first. So why was it that Marines were tasked with arrests. Now, but a few feet of the mans final words. Merlin would stand the meter from the man and look upward. "Ya gonna die, bub." His blue eyes would slowly turn to red, eyeing the fruit user in absolute disdain. Not bothered by the petty words. It was still hard to take hims seriously no doubt. Even his angry face just showed adolescent grief. A fallacy of turmoil, but this was very real. Murder and destruction was very real and maybe he should stop being the kind hearted person that allowed others to walk away from it. The Marines were flawed, too many judges and juries. Not enough executioners.
Could he bring himself to execute this man in cold blood. Well, Merlin's blood already ran cold nevertheless.
PWR 245 || SPD 300 || END 130 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 105 || HP 485/500 || SPI 124
illusorry
Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 10:35 pm
He was an animal, mostly. Despite being a minkman his keen sense of danger and cautiousness still carried over, and the reptilian could feel the staggering amount of hostility emanating from his opponent. Most animals had the ability to understand when they were outmatched and Wolfnod was no different in this respect. His dancing partner this time around was way out of his league, and to the snake minks disdain his enemy wasn't much of a talker either, that was always a bore and a bit unsettling for the blabbermouth as well. "You're a scary one, I didn't even realize just how dangerous you were until it was already too late. he admitted, knowing fully well he was within the stomping grounds of this marine now, he wouldn't be able to outrun or escape justice in this matter now that he had let the gap close so quickly between the two. He wasn't sure exactly what this little one was capable of but he could sense it was far more than himself. He smiled widely, he had already come this far so he might as well continue poking and prodding, being nosy and obnoxious was something of a gift for him. "I would consider surrendering but I'm not sure I'd make it to a cell or not with this blood lust I'm feeling. I guess killing killers stops killings, huh? That's a pretty neat way to look at things really- you're probably not wrong in handling things that way." his wicked smile expanding with the help of his fruit to something of a cheshire grin. He felt like he was about to become a catalyst for this terrifying marine. If he was willing to take the necessary steps to become something more heinous and unforgiving then Wolfnod wasn't sure what hope the rest of the pirates in these waters had. He liked to think of himself as a survivor, growing up the way he had, just scraping by for all these years. Perhaps he sealed his fate when piracy became the answer. Still it wasn't as if someone as unstable as Wolfnod actually feared death. In a way it would sort of feel like getting the last laugh, being the something that pushed a marine into the same barbaric nature as many of the pirate scum that he had likely locked away.
Finally making his decision Wolfnod began to slowly take steps backward trying to match the pace of the much smaller marine, yet knowing fully well the youngling could close the gap if he really wanted to. The snake mink hadn't been lying when he said he was tired of killing, he wouldn't be going after the life of this interesting marine. With that in mind he released his fingers from the loop of his shotgun trigger as well as the handle of the knife behind his back. Letting his arms fall limp at his sides while continuing to snake backward. "Not the type to believe in second chances, huh? And Kingpin Wolfnod R. Wolfnod has always been a man of his word, but gaining the trust of others never come easy, especially when you're a snake- or at least part snake." he continued to babble endlessly, he seemed to spout nonsensical garbage for an eternity, even if it was falling on deaf ears he didn't seem to be stopping. Perhaps he was just attempting to prolong the inevitable, waiting for the marine to do his duty, make the first strike against him. Wolfnod was always so indecisive, how he was going to handle this mess was still a mystery even to himself, it was going to be pretty and he wouldn't be lucky enough to wiggle his way out of this one either. Even if he did manage to survive by some bygone mercy he'd likely still be a bloody pulp by the end of it, escape seemed nigh impossible at this stage, still he did always enjoy giving lady luck a shot in the dark.
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin xxx▐「 WORDS 」668 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
Compassion. No wait, that was how the last post had begun. It was in the past, and not to be considered for the present. Again, not taken seriously, he was really getting tired of that. Regardless, he wouldn't bother with too much more of the mans antics. "Dunno." His feet would slide and press forward, jetting across the ground in a single swift motion. His open palmed right hand would draw back and strike directly for the mans midsection. His palm poised to strike directly atop where his belly button would be. Scary, he couldn't say he ever thought of himself that way, but if that was what it took for people to finally be respected then so be it. He could beat a thousand pirates to death if it stopped this senseless killing. Letting those who would take life roam free. So quick to surrender because it was the duty of a Marine to arrest and detain. Cowards, the entire lot of them. It was a shame that this undisclosed individual would be right in more ways than one. The foremost being, he probably wouldn't make it to a cell. This shore would be the last thing the Serpent would ever grace with his eyes. It was the end for him.
PWR 245 || SPD 300 || END 130 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 105 || HP 485/500 || SPI 124
illusorry
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:35 pm
The quiet one was quick, his palm connected with the snake minks stomach swiftly. Wolfnod's elastic body whipping wildly as the sheer force behind the hit send him barreling toward a nearby building. His body connecting with the hard wooden surface and nearly sending him through it with a crash. The snake coughed wildly, small droplets of blood lining the ground in front of him. Trickles of it streaming from the sides of his mouth. Wolfnod gave a sharp toothed bloody smile, his eyes wincing in pain as he attempted to get to his feet after the powerful blow. Still making no attempt to fight back or defend from his aggressor, it seemed the chef was a puzzling one, and perhaps a fool. "I see we both share the habit of preying on the weak- shehehehehehe!" As he laughed the same ruby droplets rain from his gory mouth. He wondered if this was doing it for the dangerous little marine. Beating away at someone who refused to fight back, it was kind of enjoyable for a masochist like Wolfnod to experience. He wondered how heartless the marine could become. The whole thought process behind it made the minks head spin around in circles. Killing a defenseless killer for killing defenseless victims, while himself becoming a killer who kills the defenseless, killing in order to stop killings. It was a fun concept in his mind, he enjoyed mulling it over.
Wolfnod left his hands at his side limp yet again. Slightly slouched from the assault on his person he had just endured. Running clearly wasn't going to get him anywhere, and if he fought he'd lose. He was likely going to die at the hands of this marine anyways so he might as well have the last laugh in his own mind by not retaliating to any of it. Picking on the weak was never very fun, taking the enjoyment out of something was making Wolfnod rather happy though. His only real regret being the fact that he was getting blood on his outfit. If he was going to die he had hoped to go out clean and looking as suave as always. However blood had stained his dress shirt and his pants were dirty from his somersaulting into the nearby building. What a shame.
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin xxx▐「 WORDS 」384 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
A shame, the way pirates were so pathetic. That they should be allowed to kill and only be locked up. Preying on the weak? Not at all darling, this was punishment for the crimes committed of a sinner. Killing this stain on the world could only make it cleaner. He could only grow more and more certain of that, and as his certainty grew so did the faint glow of his reddened eyes. He was all too prepared for what he had to do, and so he would do it without hesitation. He charged like a bull, stampeding about the landscape. The ground easing into grooves from the power in his steps. Despite his lithe and fragile frame the boy was quite powerful, of course his opposition perhaps was already aware of this fact. First things first, shut off that annoying laugh. His feet would leave the grund, his right knee rising to aim for the mans chin. Aiming to tear him through the extremities of the wall and barreling inside. Undoubtedly the patrons within would rush out and to some other form of shelter.
He would land just within the whole, arms spread wide and clawed fingers glaring forward. He would unleash a howl. Much like some primitive beast than of a small child who was aiming to be the best Marine possible. The howl itself shook the very foundations of the house and cringed the hearts of the nearby villagers. His pupil began to fade slowly, absorbing into red all by its lonesome. More gloss and polish, they seemed to reflect light a bit better now. Gazing upon Wolfnod. His mouth spread wide, not in a smile, but simply to bare that sharpened fangs each of his teeth held. It was a shame that his first victim would have to be someone so unsuspecting of their life to end. Whom had hoped to be a thriving entrepreneur in some unkempt study. To live, love and destroy without premise of recoil. Yes, to be naive was an emotion suited for more than just the young. His eyes scanned the downed man for signs of motion, as if the motion alone would be his signal to lunge another assault. Those soulless eyes, uncaring and so full of fury.
These were not the eyes of a child. These were the eyes of a Murderer, and this one had no remorse for her actions. In fact, the act of killing was enough enjoyment to last a few minutes. Or until the next kill, whichever came first.
PWR 245 || SPD 300 || END 130 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 105 || HP 485/500 || SPI 124
illusorry
Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2017 8:52 pm
His teeth were a shattered mess after taking the hit directly to his face, his body being sent through the building. The impact rattled his brain pretty good. The howl didn't help much either, although little of it was actually audible to Wolfnod at this point, everything was a blur. The pain felt kind of good to him in a way, he enjoyed it. Even forcing a broken smile upward to the child who was now taller than he given their positioning with the snake-like man sprawled out across the floor. At the very least he got to be the catalyst to something great, imaging all the chaos this little marine would unleash upon the pirating world was a pretty wicked thought. His final moments were upon him now, there was no escape even if he wanted to. No fighting back, not that he had ever intended to do so since the moment he relinquished his weapons earlier. At least he had a fun death, something to laugh over- getting beaten to a pulp by a miniature marine was a great way to go, comedic just the way he liked it.
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin xxx▐「 WORDS 」191 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
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