Shandora Ruins

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The darkness greeted him like an old friend. The very air seemed to pulse with the vibrancy of a presence which he could not pinpoint as it swirled around him like a storm, alive, changing and shifting. Within the darkness of the dream, he saw himself fall into a giant pot deeper and deeper into the abyss. The pot itself was a representation of the creation of the world. The four great Thunderbirds which guarded the four prevailing winds and whipped up the seas. Below the winged spirits, Bear along with Two-Headed Falcon and other spirits banded together to pile mud from the tumultuous ocean in order to create land. By the hot rays of Father Sun, the mud had turned to earth and thus live flourished from the dry land where conditioned were hospitable enough to house life. The very curve of the bowl below the bowl's shoulders - now filled with water like its earthly counterpart- represented the lower worlds including the ones that housed the dead. The dream was so real before he was plunged into the dark waters. He could smell the jungle and the vibrancy of the power which radiated from the old woman. How long with the night stretch? Was the sensation that he felt the same like that of Father Sun and Sister Moon as they danced across the web of stars. Weary, even in sleep and lost in dream, he felt his head wobble and aware of how his sight grew dim as the pot thinned out of existence before he was tossed into a roaring fire that leaped out at him as though alive. His glittering black eyes shimmered as he felt the scorch of the fire. His lungs inhaled the ashy pain and the flicker of the Dream tugged at his souls and he was yanked into another flicker of a vision.

His bones cried out in pain as cold frost crept over him. The melodious trickle of water behind him began to repeat itself into a cadence, repetitive like the hollow, meaty thump of a kneading stone against corn pulp. A thrill shot up his body as his spirit drifted to the bottom of the dark waters just like he did before. A fire flickered before him. To his consternation, frost glittered on his fingers. Despite the bright light, no heat came from the vaulting flames. A dark domed sky above him glittered with the light of countless stars that melded and shifted to create currents. Like fireflies in breeding season, the stars sprang from their pedestals where they turned into flakes of snow. The cold that numbed his flesh intensified. A flash of movement, the fire roared. Rune cried out in fear. "Scared, are we?" The voice was an old man's. Rune raised his gaze from his frozen surroundings and blue hands to the ghastly apparition that stepped out from the murk of the fog that welled at the merchants feet. White hair crowned his scalp, white as the snow which fell about them, while a thin sheen of vellus hairs covered his equally pale skin. Under the shine of the twinkling stars, it was if Rune was staring at a carving made out of ice and stone. And those eyes! Large red irises surrounded by black sclera that gleamed like an undisturbed midnight pool. Malice danced in those orbs. Sharply pointed teeth glinted in his open mouth, and a tongue as red as smeared blood lolled down over his chin. "Dancing on the edge of Power yet you remain oblivious to the intent it holds for you," the figure tutted with disappointment. The cloak he wore seemed to be made out of smoke and darkness itself and blew about him like a tempest. In his hand the sage carried a staff that glinted with archaic symbols that wreathed under his touch, the staff itself seemed alive. He wore a sash that was the same color of his eyes. Bits of it's pigment dotted the frozen blanket of snow with crimson flowers. The flickering hem of his tunic sparkled with lines of intricate bead work, the likes of which humans could never achieve, reached past his knobby knees. Contorted faces of suffering were weaved into the fabric itself. Talons, chiseled from obsidian rock, planted themselves deep into the snow that deepened around him. How terrifying the thought of such blades running through him! The apparition raised a clawed hand in greeting and from his wristband decorated with exquisite turquoise gems, a clear crystal bauble dangled.

"Who...What are you?" Rune stammered. "I was once in your position," the man's voice told him, "Nasty business getting caught up between the spirits." A discordant cackle rumbled from the monstrosity's open maw while the shadows around him shifted into the shapes of animals: a cat, a crow, and a bat. "They always choose the tormented or the unsuspecting. Not all are cut out for the job of completing tasks set by the old gods," the wraith noted, as if the merchant was supposed to be grateful for his predicament in spite of his status. "What do you want from me?" Huge red irises expanded in the old man's black eyes. "I'm merely here to watch. Of the many worlds out there, I find that this one is similar to a place I knew," The merchant's head tilted. The frost stabbed his limbs. "Worlds? I don't understand." The geezer waved his hand and began stab at the snow which churned violently at the touch of the staff. "Worlds, as in multiverses which spawn from diverging events," the spirit said most irritably, like an elder that grew tried of explaining menial things to an all too curious youth. "I slept with Sister Moon once," he told Rune offhandedly before sighing, "Ever since then the Morning Star cursed my eyes to burn when I ventured out into daylight, but that was much later after my affiliation to Thrown Away Boy became known." A pause ensued before thunder crackled overhead, breaking the silence. The figure grunted as a pointed ear cocked towards the distant rumbling, heeding the silent command that rippled through the dream. The ghost's tongue shot out like an angry serpent as a high pitched screech rent the air. It was a haunting melody that, if Rune could describe it, sounded like the breaking of icebergs and the shriek of tempest winds, roaring in the merchants ears. "Tch, what a needy fellow. I digress. You have much to do. A man guided by Piasa stalks you. He's closer than you think." A terrible shiver racked the avian hybrid. "Who?" The man's mouth curled into a smile that exposed more pointed teeth behind his lolling tongue. "You'll see. Now, wake little owl." And he did, surrounded by towering pyramids which he knew to be home. "How...?" the youth stammered. In one instance he was in a country on the brink of ruin and suddenly he was home. How was such possible? A dream, witchcraft, or something else entirely? Panic began to set in. The ghoul's words haunted him, 'Piasa stalks you..'


Dcme
You don't have to read all of it. It's just some lore which introduces a past character and some native american lingo.
The gist is Rune somehow managed to get to Skypiea after Torino and is very confused as to how he got there.

What you make of it is to your discretion. Just wanted to facilitate a meeting place for our deal since Torino ended prematurely.

 

[wisyuu]

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Sweet was the succor of his catches as he dined on the flesh of succulent beings of the sky sea. The taste of the fatty tuna which he had wrestled with for quite a part of a day rolled through his mouth like crimson butter. He could tastde the ocean as he bit into the moist flesh. A fire roared before him. The flames licked at the bits of wood he threw in like a ravenous dog biting away at a brittle bone, the crisp sound of crackling sounded like music to his still sensitive ears. A soreness had come upon his horns as of late. They rang with the sound of bells and minute vibrations that compounded in his head. Ever since his waking from the vivid dream, and his sudden presence in his homeland, the sensation had stuck with him like a phantom limb that clung to him like sweat did on a hot and muggy day. His discomfort was only compounded when the days mirrored the similar aforementioned conditions. The only relief that came to him was the warm evenings that petered out until a cool breeze wafted in the air. Various bogs, creeks and marshes around the ruins provided to be a haven for pests of the most irksome kind, especially the mosquito, horrid creatures that they were. How they managed to survive the ages both in Skypiea as well as the lower worlds bewildered him. It had been a wet season, given the lush greenery he witnessed. Remarkable strands of vines and bountiful canopies of fruit hung over his head like thick ropes and cannon balls, like all things in life, were counterbalanced by the humming misery of endless airborne blood-suckers. The merchant, thankfully, had the materials needed for warding off the savage insects. He harvested a unique grease from a beached whale he had found along the shorelines of the sky sea. Cloud puccoon, shell larkspur, rubber gumweed, and ash were some of the many ingredients he used to create a poultice which he slathered over every conceivable piece of skin he could afford to expose to his tormentors. Had he been to the neighboring villages, what he would certainly ask for in exchange for his particular brew could have been considered down right heinous. His stomach growled furiously and the youth took heed to the rather loud organ. Carnivorous fangs dug into the red meat just like the black talons from his vision. Such awful claws. They didn't even make a sound as they sliced through the soft snow.

Rune had heard tell of spirits and their mysterious ways but what he had experienced changed him. It was all very real, too real even for his tastes. He could smell the scent of blood roll off of that horrible rope of a tongue. The very air was surcharged with that awful suffering which he could not pinpoint as the just the spirit's. Emotions had become something of an odd physical presence which he could almost touch with the tips of his horns and his palms ached as if to mirror that prolonged anguish. They felt...raw. At first he had assumed it was merely a side effect of the hallucinations, the visions, but it wasn't until the skin of his hands began to fall off in spades. He bled for what seemed like hours while he watched in horror as the sinew of muscle and fat gave way to a pink membrane that was as sensitive as a lover during a night of passionate love making. They swelled painfully, as if they were sentient balloons or pustules and wanted to shed the barriers of his mortal frame. The same cold air of terror Rune felt within the dream followed him into the waking world where he slowly morphed into something he could not understand, the layers of who he was slowly peeling off like his dead, bloody skin. Whenever he looked at the boils, all he could think of was the hollowed out husks of dirigible lotus pods devoid of their seeds and an irrational prickling of the skin washed over him. They disgusted him. He tried to puncture them but they were impenetrable. Like the Cloud People which surrounded his home and were venerated by his tribe, he had as little hope of slaying them as he did puncturing the warts that rose from his hands.

The merchant could not specify when the pain subsided but when it did he wept like a child. Paws replaced what was one the smooth, unblemished surface of his scholar's palms. What sort of abomination, cursed by dark powers, was he now? Leaves shuffled. His horns ached with a vibration that reminded him of the mosquitoes that hovered incessantly in spite of the grease that protected his slicked skin. Green eyes caught sight of slit pupils and the vibrations grew stronger as orders were issued from a Den Den Mushi. Rune winced at the sudden wave of irritation washed over him. The closer the man got, the worse it became. Was this perhaps the scion of Piasa? The fellow seemed far too ordinary for that sort of title. Wary orbs surveyed the messenger. "Oyaoya, a little kitten that strayed too far from maman perhaps?" Rune chimed with a pained, wry smile as the fire continued to crackle, "Or perhaps an even rarer sight, one that has learned to play fetch? Kufufufu." The merchant surveyed the man and rose to circle the minkman. His people were familiar with such a tribe, being hybrids themselves of avian persuasion. Stocky, but not quite so that it was unbecoming. It was rather attractive in a way. "Hmmmmm, though I can't say I'm complaining, but I digress. The estimate according to my calculations was roughly around 537,000,000B," he paused to wave away an annoying swarm of flies from his quarry of food, "However that only accounts for the destruction done to the land and the buildings within the kingdom. The people lost to the chaos were irreplaceable craftsmen unique to their region. My opinion of your pirate captain is some what lessened. I expected a poised lion only to get a rabid dog, biting at whatever passes by. Bless the Morning Star he didn't join the fray though, I wouldn't have bothered to count if he did." Rune's words were like sharp glass. The avian had no qualms in taking out his issues with the messenger. Given the conversation he had eavesdropped on the man clearly wasn't high on the totem and would likely suffer if he didn't translate the skypiean's gruff speech into something more refined. "Regardless of his standing, it was, plainly put, erroneous, stupid, and lacked any coherent plan. No one can extort money from a smoking heap of corpses," the merchant spat on the fire which hissed in response. Rune knew because he had tried to do so himself.


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[Lerry Jive]

A priest would guide them through. Through Johnny’s swift display of force caused the negotiations to hasten quite rapidly. A shame the captain of the did want to see Nefertari begin to display what he could do. All he wanted was to see improvement from their last encounter with the marines before. Unfortunately, Johnny just had to be a go getter. To the ruins they were brought, Amber like eyes would glow and shift rapidly as they were taken tunnel through tunnel. Wherever they were going it was to be kept a secret that was for sure. The wonderer. The culture was all in these ruins. Something happened here and Kaito really wanted to know what happened to such a place. The discovery. Symbols he had never seen before. Even in his wildest dreams, couldn’t decipher it. Their language was something peculiar, at least the written version of it.

Before he knew it a hut massive in size. Very ceremonial. It was clear this hut was not meant for the common man. A god perhaps. The god Johnny knew as father. Weapons were asked of the Skypiean to be left at front. Kaito had already come to the terms that he was not to go into the hut. It was not his place nor his moment. No reason to make it about himself. Waving the swordsman to enter the hut alone. They would be fine. A bench was outside as he took a seat. There had been some years sense they had seen one another it was to be expected that they were going to be chatty. Might as well make himself comfortable. “Nefertari. You like this place? Does it interest you?” Really interested to hear the ashen haired boy’s opinion. “What about you, Tahira? It appears that Johnny is the son to a god. I would have never have thought it.” Shifting positions on the bench he would lay out with his hands interlaced behind his head. “I never had anything to go back to. All I known was a slave. I couldn’t even imagine knowing a home and can’t go back. That’s brutal.”

Showing his sympathy, the dark-skinned male would let out an ominous sigh. “The half breed was cast out. Un pure royal blood does not need to be in the presence of a god.” A guard spat at the closed hut drape with utter disgust. Just as quickly as the spit left his hole Kaito was at his feet and in the guard’s face. An expression changed from a look of grimace to somber really quick as it fell silent. “Oh no, don’t stop now. Tell me more of the sullied prince. Im dying to know what this land really thinks of someone…different.” Kaito’s if there was a such thing as looks could kill the guard would have been destroyed ten times over by now. His beast like glare would sink its fangs into his purist soul and rip it completely to shreds. “You know where I come from they treated people who were different like s**t too, wanna know what happened?” The guard had lost eye contact with the pirate. Trying desperately to keep from it as sweat was filling his brow. “I killed them all.” With these words the guard broke down into a position of weakness and fetal. Like a baby waiting to be brought to life. It was in this moment that the others would notice their brethren collapse and rushed to his rescue. “Relax. I haven’t hurt him. Yet.” Falling back onto his bench he would shrug his shoulders. “We are at peace. But only out of respect for my brother.”

Out the swordsman would emerge from a flaming abyss. Eyes red as the devil’s lair. A look of sadness and bewilderment. A completely new man. The pirate can only imagine what was said in that hut. Arms were raised and answers demanded. Set him free? Poor lad must be dying on the inside. An elbow would crack across the jaw of one of the sky knights as he flew into a burning bush. Just so happened to be the one that made his comments. “Sometimes you just have to uproot the bad in hope the good grow to replace them.” Standing beside the new found Asche S. Blackheart. The one that embraces who he really is. Johnny was no more. The perfect swordsman was dead. Now there was a new chapter to being. With Asche. But for now. This world was to burn to the ground. Let them watch it burn.

[Kaito: Destruction/Raid of Ruins [761/700]

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Cinna-Apple Nami

Panda King Tai-tai Grim

Deecee Sama

 

[Cinna-Apple Nami]

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☥ A question gone unanswered as someone would approach. The confrontation ending, with a man dressed in robes entering. The request of Johnny’s finally being recognized, the group would follow, though not while having alert minds. Tahira would remain quiet as they walked further and further along. Taking in the surroundings, before being amazed once more. She had heard talks about a city of gold, though thought nothing of it. Mere tales and nothing more. Silly thoughts of others. But apparently, it had actually been true. “Wow” A light utter of amazement, as she took a mere spin to see it all.

"You think a past God will speak to you just because you will it, pirate? Ha! You are a fool! And once he says it himself, we'll throw all four of you off Skypiea to see the end of your days."

So that was whom they were going to see? It had been who Johnny mentioned over and over to the guards after all. But still. Why the need? Did he know this so called God? It intrigued the young woman as she listened to the Priest ramble on, though the mention of being tossed off didn’t sit too well. A bit of grim fear washed over her expressive orbs. “Oh I hope he isn’t that too offended from our visit” Soon the group would arrive. Weapons left and only one allowed to enter. Johnny himself. A bit of a letdown, but the group would comply, seeing as guards would keep them at bay. Following after Kaito, the trio would reach a bench, in which Tahira would take a seat. Still her eyes went around, taking in it all, as they waited for their crewmates return.

“Nefertari. You like this place? Does it interest you?”

“What about you, Tahira? It appears that Johnny is the son to a god. I would have never have thought it.”

“Eh!!!!!!!?” Was he serious? Standing to her feet, she would eye Kaito as if he had grown another head upon his shoulders. Her mind would swirl with situations and questions. Each soon to form actual conclusions pertaining to Kaito’s statement. Johnny knew of this place. While continuously asking for their God. In which he appeared to have known. Her surprise would ease, as Kaito would continue. Speaking of being a slave. This would be new to her, which would bring upon feelings of sympathy. She herself hadn’t been a slave. With quick wit and speed, she had avoided such trials. But she knew of a few who had been unlucky in being placed in such a predicament. People she cared about. Her village had been poor. And slavers prayed on the weak. But shaking her thoughts away, she would turn them back upon golden haired crewmate. “Johnny is-“ But words would be cut short, as another would chime in on their conversation. The guard posted would receive their attention, speaking ill of their crewmate. Stating him as being un-pure and a half breed. Irritation would rise, as a sudden breeze would pass, though it wouldn’t be from nature. Kaito’s movements would be the cause. He had moved to confront the guard. Words in which didn’t sit well with him either it appeared.

Pressure given to the guard, which Kaito didn’t ease up on. It sent a chill down her spine, but she didn’t cower. She would watch, until he passed out onto the floor. No real harm transpired as more rushed to the fallen guard’s aid. Kaito would take his seat once more as the trio’s wait continued. Though it had been intense, Tahira found slight enjoyment in it. Bringing such people down a notch. Though in Kaito’s case it was without violence. [b]“You have such a way with words. I wouldn’t have expected that”[b/][b]“You have such a way with words. I wouldn’t have expected that”[b/] A slight giggle would follow. Kaito had always seemed like the “shoot first and ask questions later” type. A beast would be the better term. But this was a rare sight in her eyes atleast.

Commotion would soon reach her ears. The mention of fire? The smell would waft within the breeze as guards would surround the entrance in which Johnny was to appear from. Though guards would soon scatter, as there cremate emerged, though something was different. There had been a look in his eyes. Quite different from what he held before entering. Had things gone bad? Apparently so as flames decorated the background. Everyone was in a panic. On alert and she and her crew were the blame. A declaration of new given, which no one from their group would question. The name Johnny was gone and Asche S. Blackheart was here. A phrase shouted which would put a smile on her face. Names were mere labels. That held nothing to personality. He would always be who he was. Even as Heaven began to burn around them.


[[ Destruction! - 812 / 700 | ]]


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Panda King Tai-tai Grim


Lerry Jive

 

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[ Strengh: 50 || Speed: 80 || Endurance: 60 || Accuracy: 35 || Intelligence: 00 ]
[ HP: 300 || [ Spirit: 40 || Dexterity: 60 || Race: Human || Class: Assassin || Experience: 400,000 || Devil Fruit: Poison Poison | Doku Doku no Mi || Bounty: 80,500,000 Beli]



Nefertari would lazily watch as Johnny would walk into this temple, the door closing tight behind them. Royalty rarely let the common folk in. The white haired beauty's gaze would slowly shift, gaining a lay of the land around him. This was not for any strategic means but merely a consequence of his wandering eyes seeking some form of visual pleasure. He was bored and looking for something to look at.
Emerald would shift their sight to the "Captain" as he spoke to Nefertari. The young male wouldn't look directly at him, his gaze only coming from the corner of his eyes. "It's definately a new experience. However, my interest has been fading since from the moment we've arrived we've been doing nothing but going where Johnny wanted to go..." Arms folded, weight shifted onto his left hip, and silk robes lazily hanging from his form as they danced in the breeze. Nefertari's go to "Resting b***h" pose. One of them anyway.
He was definately not enjoying the "tour" but he didn't blame the place but the company he kept. Would have been much more enjoyable to just wonder about by himself. See the shops, eat the food, and maybe even meet some of the locals. His attention would move to the guard who seemed to speak ill of Johnny. It didn't much matter to the desert flower but to Kaito it meant everything. Threats were made mere moments after the ill spoken words. Nefertari would lazily turn his head away. A deep sigh would escape his lungs.
The desert viper knew all too well how "attached" the "Captain" was to his crew members. They almost went to jail over a girl they just met. Nefertari still was not that close to any of these people. While they did hold his interest, their relationship was by no means equivalent to a friendship. Not in his eyes. They were more so a fun way to fill the void of time between here and Alabasta. This did not mean he wouldn't help them should the need arise but it did mean that he wouldn't take that extra step a friend would get.
Reaching into his sleeve, he would feel the jade egg piece he kept. The moment they met held so much meaning to him however the more he traveled with them the more he realized that they had nothing in common. Yes they all stole but that didn't make a bond. Their ways of life were completely different and it didn't help that Nefertari found them to beannoying almost all the time. He began to question why he stayed. Jade eyes averted to the ground as he stared into space. Mind slipping away. His hand would leave his sleeves and grab onto the chains around his neck. Fingers would become entangled in the golden links as he would think back to his time spent as a slave. It was far different than Kaito's experience. Nefertari was sure of that.
Nefertari's time spent as a slave was filled with abuse on multiple levels. It wasn't just being treated like a rabid animal and forced to attack his own. While that came with it's own trauma's, like all people, Nefertari felt that his situation was far worse because it happened to him. After a moment of silence and self reflection, the young beauty would turn his back on the group so they would not see him get lost in thought. He didn't like it when people tried to "understand" his situation. There was no way anyone could.
The minutes passing felt like years as Nefertari would switch hips to rest on while standing. He was done with the self reflection and was back to being bored out of his mind. Another deep sigh would be heard, signifying his patience wearing thin. Just as he started to think he would die of boredom, the blonde annoyance would exit the now burning building. As soon as he would step foot outside, within earshot, Nefertari would speak. "Can we go now...?" His tone expressed his frustration though it did not fit the situation they were in as the building behind Johnny would become engulfed in the flames.
He would strut off without waiting for an answer, snatching the pearls off some lady and kicking the wheel of a cart causing it to collapse and drop all its contents. Finally something of interest was about to happen.

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Lerry Jive

Cinna-Apple Nami

Deecee sama

 

[Misujage]

PRW 300 || SPD 165 || END 200 || STR 00 || INT 00
DEX 240 || HP 600/600 || SPI 480

It had been strangely still for a bit, they had idle conversation. Of course the yellow eyed light skinned brute was picking a fight with the Guards. They had already ransacked one location, would Merlin just wait for them to do it to another. His hands put away the rifle, and pulled the pistols from the holsters on his waists. Well, time to get to work. He would hit the ground and rush forward. He aimed for Tahira with one gun, the other pointed at Nefertari. His grip went tense on the trigger and then he halted. In both run and assault, hearing instead what the black haired fellow had said. Wasn't his name Johnny?

One pistol fired off a round at Nefertari's feet. Perhaps they hadn't noticed yet, but he wasn't trying to hold an extensive conversation. He rested his eyes on the dark haired Mr. Blaze. His right handed pistol pointed directly at the man. They were about ten feet apart at this point. So much for silent and deadly, he seemed to have lost that capability too. How frustrating. "Blackheart .... Ho'dare a pirut thinks he can go aroun' usin mah names?!" He vaguely remembered Thaddeus mentioning something about a threatening Blackheart. Was it this man? So ... Not Oshino or Shio. Weren't they Blackheart's too? He couldn't remember, but he did remember the name he had for himself. As the only Blackheart on the open seas. Pirate or Marine, there would be no one mucking up his good name. Well, after the disrespect to Chikami it may not be so good. Blue eyes would slide across the line, the pistol in his left hand would rest on the yellow eyed demon. That was the dangerous one, it'd be best to stay prepared to take down the Phoenix as swiftly as possible.

Quite a pickle, a hot pickle. And the little guy hated the taste of spices and vinegar. Shame, at least there'd be no hostages this time. What remained of the Guardsmen had rallied behind the young Marine. Small he may be, fresh to the Alliance their civilization. It was always comforting to see someone fight against your opposition. Or, at the very least, have a scapegoat to take your beating for you. If this child was worth his merit, he would win. If not, he'd probably burn here with the rest of this civilization.

Deecee Sama

Lerry Jive

Cinna-Apple Nami

Panda King Tai-tai Grim

 

[Lerry Jive]

Fire and brimstone raged in his wake. Flames so high and intense as it began to cleanse the sky of its unworthy. So many bad apples that had to be discarded. Kaito was not sure how the culture was in the sky, but it was no excuse. It was pure bigotry and something he would not stand for. The longarm would watch as the guards would begin to scatter to the wind. Looking to survive he was sure. Dastardly thoughts filled his imagination as smell of soot and ash filled the air. The minute he caught up with them they shouldn't worry. This a** whopping would be short nothing of equality.

Eyes upon the child that rolled into the view. An expression of confusion engulfed his face. This was not to be expected. This one did not appear to be a Sky Person of any sort. Oddly enough they were being followed. Something the pirate captain was actually not cognizant of. Were they not in the sky? Who would possibly be up here besides themselves? So many questions so little time. As these pistols were drawn and pointed at his mates. This was not a display that he would settle for. “I don’t care what your name is. You better watch where those pistols are pointed.” As the barrel would make its way towards him, the adventurer would begin to smirk as he began to recall who the child was. The pirate was prepared to make any sudden movements if he needed. The distance between him and the boy was significant enough for him to dodge an oncoming attack granted it necessary. “If it isn’t the little twerp again.” The little rascal. The wrist had healed and he was back on the scene. Such a display of dedication. “Isn’t this…like outside your jurisdiction?” A slight brush of his nose would occur as he got ready for the upcoming dance. No sword this time from what he could see. This should honestly be a piece of cake. “Well let’s get this over with.” This was open invitation for anyone to jump on anyone at this point. Just as long as things got moving.

ＳＴＲ 180 ｌ ＳＰＤ 110 ｌ ＥＮＤ 130 ｌ ＰＲＷ 0 ｌ ＡＣＣ 0 ] ｌ ＩＮＴ 0l 𝙳𝙴𝚇 140 l 𝚂𝙿𝙸 156 l 𝙷𝙿 490/490

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Cinna-Apple Nami

Panda King Tai-tai Grim

Deecee Sama

Misujage

 

[Cinna-Apple Nami]

☙ STR ┋ 002 x⚫ xEND ┋ 003 x⚫ xSPD ┋ 007 x⚫ xACC ┋ 003 x⚫ xINT ┋ 010
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☥ Fires swarmed and figures scattered. Screams echoed into the flames as bodies laid upon the ground. Despite the necessity of it all. The disrespect since the moment the group had stepped foot into cloudy lands, one would expect an altercation. Though to this extent? Tahira had hoped not. But as of now, she had come to terms on how things ended up whenever her crew were involved. Nothing but trouble. A light sigh would ensue, as she eyed her mates. This should be enough. Right? Just as Nefertari had expressed; she had felt the same. They needed to go. But alas, it wouldn’t be that easy. Nor simple. Unexpectedly a weapon would be drawn. Pointed at her. Though the moment Kaito spoke upon the one responsible, her attention shifted and eyes widened. “You…” A young lad in Marine attire. One very familiar. A time in which she had been thrown harshly into the pirate world. And to think, she had assumed the hunt had been avoided.

Kaito would step up and as well as Joh- no Asche. Both would hold intense gases upon the young Marine as he held his gun’s steady. Steps light, she would move out of the way and to cover. Knowing purely well of what was to come.


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[ Strengh: 50 || Speed: 80 || Endurance: 60 || Accuracy: 35 || Intelligence: 00 ]
[ HP: 300 || [ Spirit: 40 || Dexterity: 60 || Race: Human || Class: Assassin || Experience: 400,000 || Devil Fruit: Poison Poison | Doku Doku no Mi || Bounty: 80,500,000 Beli]



A shot would be fired. It would hit the ground near the white haired beauy's feet. He barely noticed. Lazily looking down at where the shot landed in the dirt then looking back at the little boy. He noticed the shot had been fired but the second he saw the bullet was in the ground and there was no screaming, he quickly surmised that it was nothing to be concerned about. Nefertari would turn to Kaito and speak, "Your friend is back..." Jade orbs would roll to observe the number of guards behind their would-be opponent. It seemed that they were out numbered. Options were fairly limited. Nefertari could see that even with his limited combat experience. They would have to be smart about this if they were going to make it through this.
After everyone was done with their piece, Nefertari would turn fully around to face the guards and Merlin. His robes would sway in the wind, arms folded, and his weight resting on his left hip. This was going to be trouble. Hopefully their "captain" could figure some way out of this. He WAS in charge...

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Cinna-Apple Nami

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Misujage

Deecee sama

 

[Misujage]

PRW 300 || SPD 165 || END 200/200 || STR 00 || INT 00
DEX 240 [000] || HP 600/600 || SPI 480/480

"Mah bad, I forgot ya' was cowahds. I gotta attack foist, right?" He felt his hands become heavy. Like that, the powers of the world had switched again, and her felt every alteration of it. Dekura, whatever he found at Torino was really starting to piss the young fish child off. He was sure he was proficient with these things, but that too faded. Was he still trying to work out the kinks of his control? Was it only here in the blues, he'd have to find out sooner or later. Whatever, tossing that aside, as he finished talking he would run directly forward, spinning the guns back into their holsters. Ten feet wouldn't be too far of a distance to cover in a short amount of time. However a strange bout of circumstances, rather than attack, the young fish child would close his eyes and attune his mind. His antlers hummed, tickling his head as the world became clear to him. He was extremely aware of what happened the last time he had run into combat with these individuals. And despite Nefertari's contribution, he had done minuscule. Merlin had lost to a single individual. It was time to lay that all to rest. The darkness of the area only caused their auras to flicker ... what happened. This ... wasn't very powerful at all. Oh, well, his eyes would slowly open and if unhindered he would probably run directly into Kaito. As was his intention, if no other did anything. He was prepared to evade to make his way to his target, his only aim was a pinpoint screech of course. He remembered how close Kaito liked to be.

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