Watching the talking alligator leave Thaddeus sucked his teeth. Looking back down toward the child he would say
"Little girl is your last name Boone by any chance?"
After that he would stand and wait for Trotter to arrive. Quick with introductions.
"Little girl, man. Man, little girl. Okay guys it looks like we're all we've got. We'll get a little pep talk then we'll continue with the plan. But just hold on a sec, I gotta go do something."
Thaddeus would say just before jumping in his boat and paddling off. EXIT
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"As I was saying!"
Thaddeus would shout returning to the group all sweaty from excessive paddling. They could ask him were he went, but he wouldn't tell them it wasn't important. What was important, was jump starting their pirating career. Which would require a little money.
"We're pirates, even you too little girl trust me it's in your blood. The 3 of us we could get that treasure easily. However I've yet to see any of your combat skills get displayed. And I am looking at you Trotter, we wouldn't want to get caught by any unwanted attention. We're all in this together now."
Thaddeus said passing his hand through his streaks of long red hair. Atleast the boy was using his head more then his pistol. However Their was no more need for him to remain at the pier.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm tired as hell we out to find some place where we can just rest for a second. Get our affairs in order then depart again once we're in better fighting shape. Follow me"
Thaddeus said walking the crew to the next town over. Ridas Village.
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"Oh, yeah. That was what you wanted to do, hm. Alright then, lead the way." Blood red spheres watching the thin smoke that rose from his cigar, the young man couldn't help but take in the scent of the foreign substance as he followed behind his ginger partner in crime through the sea side village; clothes and hair slowly drying from the rays of sunlight that washed over person, though it was still discomforting to the body, the feel of dragging around wet clothes on ones back, vile to say the least."I thi-," before even getting a half decent half sentence out, his body would be snagged along with his now decently dried, thou thoroughly wrinkled, red Kimono. "I was just goi-," why bother? The marksman had already set his sights on something and was making foot prints in the sand to the goal, all the Birkan had to do was follow, so he did.
Leaving the bar, the hustle and bustle of the drunks and low-tier party goers fading in the distance; his attention would be drawn to a blonde girl riding atop a crocodile, or was it an alligator? Either or, it was certainly not human-like in regards to flesh and bone; however, seeing the thing walk on two legs and the apparel with which it decided to drape itself with, it certainly tried to be as human as possible. "Well, that's not something you see every day, right?" Turning his gaze back towards Boone; it was already to late for the young man to even grasp the situation as the small child was lifted from the back of the human wanna be by none other than his own partner; granted along with a bit of rough housing to the seven foot tall, possibly domesticated, amphibian. "Eh. . . .," he could only give a sigh and an o to common rub of the brow with his index and middle finger, right thumb planted against his jaw, "were not kidna-. Oh." Staring blankly, Boone greeting the child as though it were some kind of reunion; his mind was put at ease. Well, for only a moment.
From potential kidnappings to the amassing crowd, it was clearly one thing after another today. The murmuring of the people that began to encircle the four steadily drawing in more on-lookers, it was easy to become quite. . uneasy, especially for a pirate. But a space of relief, at the sake of the scaled transporter, cleared the air; the crowd turning into a riled mob that hastily charged down the now fleeing creature with such ugliness that it was quite funny, if you weren't in the shoes, or rather, scales, of the one being chased. "Oh my. . . .This day just doesn't slow down, hm?" Contorting his face to that of someone that was intrigued, he'd turn over towards Boone as he was just finishing his conversation with the little girl, though it wasn't much of that. "Yeah, sure," looking down at his wardrobe, the Birkan would sigh once more, "Lets make sure they have a press." With that, he'd follow behind Boone, where ever he was going.
Everything was just confusing the young girl even more. Her crocodile friend grabbed her, away from the mystery man. Asking if she was alright. Nodding in response she smile and peek back at the red haired man. She was still greatly curious as to who the man was. Yet another crowd gather around and accused Latch of kidnapping her, hating the attention he fled. He was probably both fearful and embarrassed with all this negative attention when he was just trying to help. Waving her arm in the air she shouted."Goodbye Latch!"
Her attention was quickly drawn to the strange ghost man. He had a question for the young girl, particularly about her last name."Yup!" She cheerfully said. She had no idea why he was asking, but she didn't see why it would be a bad thing fi she told him. With his friend arriving to the scene he introduced him as....Man. 'Well that's a strange name' she thought to herself and smile. Telling them to hold off for a second the red haired man took off and Olivia looked to the man."i'm Olivia."
It wasn't long before ghost man was back. He explained they were pirates and even told the girl that piracy is in her blood. Apparently they were going to form a group, the three of them. Asking the two of them to follow Olivia had no objections and did as such.
INDENT"§" [Tax Collection - Start!] On his lonely little boat, the young merman sailed, to the Ocean's Navel! His first pair of jobs after sparing were here, and he was so excited you could see him bouncing. He was going to do the unpleasant job first: Tax Collection. He had a small list of people, and their addresses. With map and compass in hand, he tied down his boat at the dock, showed his badge, and proceeded to walk into the town. He followed road signs, the map, and careful eyes on addresses to tell him when he first came upon on of his targets: Paracelsus von Hohenheim. He knocked on the door, and had a nice smile on. The door creaked open, and a foul smell emerged. A ghastly looking young man stood there, not matching the man's descriptions. "What do you want boy?" Zaphiel pulled out his badge and spoke clearly and efficiently to the young man. "I am here to collect the unpaid taxes of Paracelsus von Hohenheim. Would he happen to be here at the moment?" The...pale young man blinked a couple times and closed the door wordlessly. Zaphiel slid his left hand onto his pistol, ready to draw it quickly, when the door opened up again. The young man held out pouch of beli. "He said this should have what is due." The door was shut again quickly after Zaphiel took hold of the bag. That was easy enough. The next one on his list was....someone named Agni? Zaphiel shrugged and followed his map, dutifully, whistling while he was technically working. His next target was some ways away from the first, and probably a good thing. That young man was...unsettling in a number of ways. He walked up to the door and knocked politely again. The door opened and this time the merman's nose was assailed with forty seven different incense scents and a gaudily dressed woman. "Are you here for your fortune?" Zaphiel stifled a laugh before he responded sternly. "No ma'am. I am here for yours. I am with the Marines, and I am here to collect unpaid taxes." He presented his badge and returned it to its pocket, while the woman appeared to dance around on her feet, unbalanced by the turn of phrase. Her eyes would dart around, which made Zaphiel a bit uncomfortable, so he placed his left hand near his pistol again, subtly. "Need I remind you that refusal to pay after a Marine has made an attempt in person is punishable with prison time?" He smiled, before her face developed a number of worry lines. It seems that she likely was about to try and make an excuse, and he wasn't going to be a failure on his first run. So he made a clear motion to grab his pistol, smile still on his face. "I take it you do have the taxes owed, yes?" This final motion sold it. She apologized profusely, and pulled out her purse. She gave the money owed, and close the door. Zaphiel was satisfied, and completed his chore. It was time for a patrol of the region anyway. [Complete: Tax Collection] [521/500]
INDENT"§" [Standard Patrol - Start!] Patrolling the city would be a simple enough affair. He would merely need to canvas the entirety of Ocean's Navel with a sharp eye out for any trouble like pirates, mercenaries, or general riffraff behavior, as well as be visible enough for any civilian to approach him if they needed help. He could also just keep quiet and claim to complete the patrol....but that wasn't going to jive well with this one. So he stared at his map, plotted a route that would hit most of the major activity centers and pass by a lot of alleys. He would be done before dinner and could head off to his next assignment! He set off, map and compass stowed away left hand hovering near his pistol, right hand charged for a surprise shock if it ever came to that. Zaphiel tried to look the part of a serious Marine, but he would often times just get distracted by all the sights and smells and sounds of someplace that isn't Marine HQ. Though his attention so scattered, he didn't notice the small squad appear behind him and follow him around, until his route led him into an alley. He heard a gun pulled from its holster, and that was all the warning Zaphiel needed. He was the subject of anti-marine hatred. Zaphiel's heart began to beat harder. He couldn't control his electricity, and he was literally sparking. He turned around, eyes wide and smile on his face. "So...are you here to kill me?" Zaphiel fell over, his twisted torso from his turn unbalanced, but it was intentional. A dumpster nearby gave him cover, so he rolled under it, pistol drawn. He aimed quickly and pulled the trigger on one of the gunman before scooting backwards and out form under the dumpster. His cover was secure, and one of three? No, there were five of these gunmen. Well four really. One was already down. One of those gunmen called out to Zaphiel. "Come out little Marine. Lady Agni wants her money back. You threatened a very powerful lady in these parts." Zaphiel smiled. So he knew he was going to apprehend after this...wait. Hiring mercenaries wasn't punishable, but these nameless, faceless trolls barely counted anyway. Zaphiel let out a raucous laugh "Zhahahahaha! Oh, you shouldn't have mentioned her name. I will have marines crawling all over her for her taxes, until she slips up and finds her spot in Marine HQ's prison!" He hopped out from behind the dumpster, eyed two of the gunmen, and pulled the trigger twice, quickly. Two more down. Zaphiel moved into a doorway. More gunshots. He peeked out, and took a potshot at one of them as he was bull rushing his position. Zaphiel caught the body, and used it as a meat shield to shoot from behind at the last two. He dropped the body, and smiled over the corpses. "Never mess with a Marine." The corny line was outta his mouth before he could stop it, and he shrugged. Zaphiel finished up his patrol, one less hit squad gone. He would report as necessary, but he had one more stop before heading back: Ridus Village to invesitage Mercenary Activity. [Complete: Standard Patrol] - [533/500]
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Oceans navel. It was through an interesting occurrence where a storm had tugged him along. Swirled into an unexpected whirlpool and somehow in the bloom of chaos, the shelled man had woken up from a pit. Then was dragged out. Some of the fisherman expecting a grand harvest only instead they'd find a huddled form of one Hattie Reine and a bag.
And since then, the locals had taken such good care of him. Or so he thought. Going as far as to dress the young man, provided they likely couldn't rob him of much else. It was a kind thing of them to do, until he noticed they seemed to look at him with desperate expectation panting in their eyes. Oh yes, they must have noticed, by the way they had also attempted to dismantle his ship when he was unconscious, that he would impart them with great wealth. After all, it was in their silly little heads somewhere that an oyster would grant them a pearl, no? Unfortunately reality would be their sour medicine and his ship was far too great for basic molesting, having set up proper work on it so that others might not. For right now they were at an early brunch. Family of five seated with their only guest.
A glass of seawater was all he could stomach, much less the air of greed. Clink. He'd set the fork down and pick up the hat that he came with and offered a polite bow and leave. A few coins left in the table. Almost immediately at once with the scrape of their chairs, eerily enough they would be stalled by the glint of his pistol tucked harmlessly behind his belt. It's purpose was to only be seen to incept wariness. The soft gray agua discs deeply ruminating at the sight of their exposure. He gave them a soft smile so sweet--it could slice right through their skulls before their teeth would clack shut. "I applaud you for your use of ammonium, but that would only work against the sea horse variety you see." Gentle eyes requested them a moment to collect their thoughts though the ink ran dry on forgiveness. His voice was like silver and their silence became rust. "You live like that and you live with ghosts." The door would close after him thereafter followed by an old shanty by way of The Drunken Whaler. Gentle footfalls of the flat loafers would squish along down the path of the abalone road.
Some already whispered as he'd walk, barely minding them a glance as he'd quietly hum his tune with a basket slung over one hand. Ready to salvage for more parts today if it meant securing his ship.
A smooth cocoa it was, the spirals of an essence trapped within a movement so sweet and bitter to the flicking tongue that was encased with a lulling of the jaw. Shattered within strikes of violence and stems of bubbling, boiling terracotta that would make the edges of a youth's jaw ripe with a budding chartreuse. The jutting movement was humorously just as the avian would be sent to fly with clipped toughs of feathers as the thin lining of minerals seemed urgent to catch the infant raven within it's pebble infused grasp. A soft puff of dried earth would blossom like a bushel of pure rosehip as it fell to the ground with a ballerina's faltering grace within a silent, deafening spin. Liquid pitch ink digitals would comb the streaks of brackish scented earth with a petite smile pulled by the patch of a bandage, hiding a rough strike to the jaw by the same shop keep that would buckle and pummel him against the sharp, wooden of his counter top that temptingly held the risen rolls of bread wafting in the light breeze. Curves of the ribs would bend and ache with each labored breath as the young boy would chuckle softly and hold his stomach to feign a quivering bow, the sharp tongue flicking out gently to catch and snag the minuscule crumb laying undisturbed on the edge of the pale flamingo lips. "Ahh...another good day to suffer the wrath of your arthritis mitts-- if of course your bread is up to standards--oop!" The dodge of the rock would be seamless as his crooked smile would blanch and flood with the blossoming shade of bountiful peony while the edges of the shadowed eyes would flare crimson, the touch of fatigue casting a harsh shade across the pale anatomy. A sweep of the long legs would let himself effortlessly perk his struggling weight up to balance his pain within the center of his abdomen, a thought racing through his mind to hold the sensation within the pits before it would rise to bubble the acid in the pouch of the stomach and will it to rise. The heated breath of the aged soul shaking within the doorway would lay waste to the tale as old as time hollers of a young life laid to ruin, a question budding as to why the would be thief would seem so happy to throw his life away at the sake of a madman's logic. A soft scoff would become immediately granted to the crooked, silver fox leaning through the threshold of the bakery as he'd bounce on the edges of the faded soles and shake the lofty rump in the glossed eyes of the artisan, a slender hand coming to pat the roundness and giggle the plump. "I just like to tease your eyes~"The light luminescent streaks of olden scars burning with a light shimmer of opal snaking up his arm as the rims of his hoodie would stay secure on the crooks of his elbows.
An angered shout would reverberate through the catacombs of society, ricocheting against the rain stained architecture along with a kiss of bubbling laughter and the ever knowing pounds of footfalls that would succumb to the interest of the chase. 'All this running around, trying to cover my shadow' Pursed lips puckering and faltering with a sharp whistling, the young pair of plump lungs severing the pain from the pleasure as they'd expand and fall to fluff again as the notes would reign soft and sweet. Cinnamon and raw sugar littering the muscles as the sound would flow through his silver, sparkling pipes.
Although a sprinkle of beige sand later, through the freshly glossed curves of the lips would come an exhausted exhale before they would turn down slightly, a pinch of the eyes following as the youth would feel the weight of centuries fall across the drooped shoulders that seemed to feel the burden of a laid off individual. Ebony strands becoming tussled by the wind would cause him to glance up from the tickling to meet the crackling, emerald eyes of a fair skinned woman sitting behind the curls of a wrought iron fence, a flourished cup held within her light gloved grip. The satin creamed accessory being a perfect match to the rippled liquid of deep honey, ruminating it's alert scent of bergamot and other sour citrus within the sickly sweetened air. A perk of his eyebrows would infuse his features with a shred of light, the high cheekbones flaring with a gentle shade of rose as the light brunet freckles would twitch with his smile rising. The charm of the alleys brightening with each second passed as the bond between beast and succulent beauty would flourish, the curl of his fingers signaling his quiet want as the coal orbs would be shadowed by the fluttering of wispy lashes at the inflamed waterline. And yet...the moment would pass with the disgusted scoff of the powdered boar sitting upright in the pleasant seat, its plush destroyed by her vanity as she'd curl her tight lips and swiftly spit towards the direction of the thoroughfare. The fluffy orb flowing serenely through the air as it would land on the mud ridden fabric of the midnight black shoes-- although at the same time of that one specific contact, the enthralled raven would recognize the tarnished piece of glimmering silver and dig deeply within his ear cavern to pull out a sunkist piece of bitter wax and flick it into the rim of her cup. A brazen nod exchanged between them, brief and simple as the trotting adolescent would kick his heels and bolt as he'd hear the ear splitting shout. An ocean growing inside...all the others seem shallow.'
The swift, dusken pearl of a bulleting mass would soar effortlessly through the thick lined bodies that littered the street as the boy would flick his jaw to the left to see the attention gathered at the fumbling lady's distaste before he would connect with a cool sensation of flesh, a grunt expelled as his cheek would fall upon a sternum and his hand gripping the cloth of a bag before his mass began to sink with confusion. Landing on the surface of the path, the squawking raven would coo and flutter his wings once with an expression of petite shock as he would glance up softly. An innocence burning within the wide marbles of abyss, the spheres floating on a sea of burning flush. But at that serene, raw moment of shock one thought would echo within the regions of his scarred mind. A lonely line pounding within his mind as the gentle curve of his ears would embrace the lyrics sung by a soulful man, the burning essence of rum and molasses. Inside the sky of me and you lives a star...lets ride the galaxy and find who we are...
My oh my, it'd been too long, too long!!! Ever since the excursion to the Torino Kingdom and its benevolent fall the seas seemed to have changed a great deal. After amassing a great sum of wealth during the course of events that lead to current waking of a familiar yankee off the side of his boat, Yusuke seemed much more lively than usual. Reaching for a glass of iced water sweating off the edge of the ship's deck did he recount the last few words of his captain.
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Having returned from a rather strange brunch date with a wily woman and a bit of tea with a artful bomber did The man in red return to his so-called captain for orders. And yet there he was, sitting over a great deal of loot as Wynn was slave-driven into packing it all onboard. So where's our next destination, captain?
Never having took the frilly man seriously, Yusuke still had to give credit where it was due. The amount of funds they'd racked up was enough to put a man into retirement for his next three lives. However when Zapp turned with bright teary eyes, a sickened look crept over the yankee's face.
Oh Sir Pompman, oh how it pains me! The first time you ever refer to me by the title I owned not even a few minutes ago! A loyal follower till the end I see, good man, this will make this much less painful than I'd expected!
With his usual flamboyance Zapp danced about as he explained the current situation at hand. Once finished, a loud smack could be heard as the palm of Yusuke's hand found his face. With eyes peeking through his fingers he'd let out a deep sigh before giving retort.
So, basically what I'm hearing is... you're done. Zapp nodded. And you want me to take over the name of the crew as captain, right? He'd nod again twice this time. In one swift motion a ham-handed appendage gripped the blonde ditz with enough power to lift the grown man-child.
Veins began to hemorrhage from the arm all the way up to a deeply reddened face of a greatly peeved Yusuke.
You... little weasel. I... I left my home to follow you in your nonsense just for you to call it a day after the first big break you get? Don't mess with me you ninny, I'll squeeze the stupid from your head!
He would've gone through with crushing Zapp's head before he experience something he'd never once thought possible...
That's all your mad over? You chose to be an outlaw, right? I never held a gun to you or your family to make you join (granted that glass cup was much as I'd go to threaten you). It was all you, my good man! If you want to turn back, you can, no one can stop you! That's what being free is like. I only figured since I was putting this all behind me, someone ought to inherit the rights to the crew...
Zapp spoke with clear words, as if he truly was raised by those without hereditary brain disease.
Having finished packing the rest of the loot, Wynn set off to sail with the former captain into the sunset. Hey you assholes, where you too heading together all of a sudden. Zapp looked back with Wynn before they both chuckled a bit. Didn't you know? We're lessin... lessin... lessin...
Lessin... Lessin... Lessin... Lessbins!! He'd call out from his daydream before bumping his head against the side of his ship. After taking a huge gulp of water and ice he threw over just his red turtleneck and reached for his blood-stained pipe.
Around the town was a great deal of sketchy characters that all seemed interested in watching each of his moves the whole time. Before long was it late, Yusuke walked the streets in the light of dim street lamps. After finding his way around town he soon found a abandoned street. A strange humming would fill the air as a melody was created.
HP—298/298 | PWR—40 | DEXTERITY—45 | SPD —55 | END —90 | ACC —20 | SPIRIT —70
Under the cool of umber his searching artful eyes were dark and filled with innocent curiosities. But once the sunlight would reach from under the wide brimmed hat, a selkie's gaze would look upon the emptying path before him. The soft worn flats in their worn curves sighed with each step and not a single expression was torn. He noted that not many people ever found value in sorting through heaps at The Pit—where a rumor of valuable treasure originated from. He did not pity them, for they did not know that it was cold to be surrounded by treasures and of no real warmth. I suppose the one good thing about wealth is that it's effects are always consistent.
His humming eventually stopping short as he'd turn the corner and immediately feel himself pillow and ricochet a small lump of weight until a shorter figure had tossed off his stomach. "Ooof!" The basket lightly jostling between the crook of his arm as he'd look down to the pale floweret. Slow somerset lashes swooped lowly concealed and short as a maiden lightly dappled the waterlines for upon seeing the stun of innocence shake their world wonders. "My dear, I'm so very sorry." His heart would twinge, and would kneel. The body of the worn boho tunic would leave no form amiss as the pale hands would tuck underneath the boy's arm and secure his back to gently raise him up. A surprising ease of hardiness in his grip before letting him stand perfectly. Hunching his back a bit to dust the boy off in respectable intervals. He'd see from where he'd lift his fingers off his skin, the marred marks and signs of bruising like a work of mad watercolors bleeding the canvas of sweet imperial cream. A soft frown as his eyes would bottle down with a tug in his heart. "You're so thin.." Softer than snow might whisper in quiet nights spilled the faint nordic accent. "And you're hurt."
Blackglass bloomed like the first season of spring after a crack of winter despite the dark mysterious hue of his gaze. Whoever said a rose couldn't look beautiful burning? Leaving behind the faint twinges of charcoal and the short lived moment becoming ash blowing. He could see the little one had his fair share of misery. Between them a multitude of chance and fate, after Hattie will gently remove his hand over the young boy's head the basket will be risen and he'd take out a french honeyed creamloaf. Still in it's wrapping and zested with orange shavings not yet a victim to overbearing moisture. He would gently give it to him with a small smile. "I had this yesterday, it was rather good. So I hope it fills you, dear one, as it did for me to continue today into tomorrow."
A general voice he had been hearing for a few moments now had finally spun it's ugly head to eke at his attention. His posture was without aggression and yet he'd turn his gaze around. He had thoughts on consuming his fruit to steal away the bruises and hurt at least a patch or two depending on the boy himself whether he would run or stay from an overly friendly stranger. The nacre whorls cut like water over ice as they studied the tall tomato colored shirt man with the corset, fluffy hair, and the bloodied weapon. The latter prompting him to stand in front of the adolescent youth; gently prompting him to go as the scent of the salted breeze and vanilla might hide bloodlust that screamed so long ago. Faint dimples marked his cheeks as he'd smile and give his answer.
"That would be me." Said so like a lit roman candle in the dark among all the fallen wax lumps. The fox slit curves of his gaze gently opening like a meridian beacon in the dark. Turning to him completely. "I don't think it's hurting anybody." Now glancing at the weapon with the same smile on his expression slowly wilting to a somber frown. Like that of a mother long distressed at her daughter in deep disappointment. The thought of the boy's bruises flashed in his mind even though it was another point faraway. "That weapon...is a problem. I must ask you to abandon it. You'll scare any child the moment they see it." His tone was calm and it was no louder than the obvious warning it gave as though it was stern and almost ruthlessly disciplined.
Isora’s wide hips swayed from side to side as she stood behind a building staring at the people in the area. All of them were a strange looking bunch she continued to stare at them in silence. ”Pirates eh?” She assumed that everybody who wasn’t in the marines or townsfolk was instantly a pirate. The young blood in the air sent a shiver down her tired spine. If she could get 10 minutes alone with each of them she was sure she could change their lives. Her heels clicked with each step as she approached the tall, dark-haired boy. She stood face to face with him interrupting whatever he was doing because she was simply more important. His voice gave off the vibe of someone who was intelligent, but yet lacking something important. She had been on this earth for plenty of years and it had become easier to dissect the personality of people. It would be interesting picking this boy’s brains if everything went according to plan. ”Ye’s be pirates correct? I have an offer for ya that will blow ya away young buck. You seems like a strong bunch. I want yous to lead me to a certain island I have been trying to get too. In return, I shall bless you with food from the heavens.” Isora wasn’t one to beat around the bush as people would say . If she had something she wanted to say she would say it with no bullshit attached. Her expression as she spoke was one that was mature and serious, but yet still held a bit of calmness to show she wasn’t there to cause any trouble. She simply wanted help.
Tides would shiver within the deepened granite of charcoal orbs that swallowed the image of the risen peony who would stand before him in such state of softness and of radiating warmth. The pit of his screaming stomach would curl and snarl at the confectionery settled within his hands curled with a skin of sweet smelling citrus and speckled with the glaze of the solemn divine as the roots of his tongue would wet with a desperation known all too well. But one's thinned brow would raise with the ease of the sun drops littered over the far cast horizon, his meager inhales casting a pool of smoke to litter around his aura while the tracks of his consciousness would snap back to a reality that was gritty all except for a fishman delight swelled within its dilapidated cracks. A twist of his lips and the pinch of his face would signal a darkened pain from the patches of juicy plum and cracked blueberry, the fruits of abuse budding ripe and morbid as the deceased blood would linger within the hairless skin of his exposed arms. The skin of his unnatural celsius littered dermis would keep tormenting him with a twitch of numbness, a quiet fear blooming like a fair tulip opening to the unrelenting rays of the silken sunlight. Fatigued slivers of his eyes fighting to capture the chestnut haired beauty as his mind would lash out to remember how just a few moments before when the stranger pulled him up from his stumble. How serene his aura felt as if one would be swallowed and drowned within a bundle of periwinkle silk, and how much more frighteningly that the youth wouldn't be able to feel the blood leave the slender tips of his digits for they had already fallen to the trance of kindness.
But now was for the moment cast within a December night fallen into a June swell as the younger life would be stood up straight like an oak before the pat on his head would bring about to shake the mineral sand out of his forlorn irises, the storm harboring within the deep lying orbitals of pitch river ink. "Wait-- no--" A confusion bustling within the rose powered cheekbones as he'd make an attempt to catch the petite wrist and pull on the outerwear softly like the firstborn speckles of snow to bless a winter's life. Thin lips baying to speak again with a cleared throat, a harsh caw rumbling out from the squeeze it felt only a mere breadth before. His exhale cut short like a silk stream of amber syrup as he'd hear a squawk from another direction, his attention now pried away from the harbinger of consumption.
At first he would twist his eyebrows to rise with a passion of curiosity before it would all fall into place so gracefully like chips of neon, cerulean oceania within a crystal glass of bourbon. Confusion now blending into something much, much more simple like fine china resuming its essence into the blanched bone of its origins. The crimson turtle neck that would be fitted to excellence, the glint of the winter bane steel rod tinted with a cousin of hue's likeness, the delicate curl of rooted ebon that would extend in a light tuff from the proud forehead it would shadow, the harsh storm of an accent that defined irritation in its own right. Every glimmer of the outer appearance of the straggler would swirl within the carrier of Nevermore, painting a portrait of something so blatant. Holy ******** like this really exist. A purse of his lips would curve his bubbling laughter, globules of golden drawn crystals cut to match the giddiness of youth itself before a small whisper would tempt him back with a curl of a hidden finger to realize the severity of the impending situation.
It was almost instinctive the way he would come out from around the gentle speaker whose garments he still clung to as if he would be the mother of the street urchin, an irritated look flowing from his eyes as he'd yank on the soft breeze clothing. Placing the heaven sent pastry back within the carried basket he would then rise back up to tap the cooled chin with a sticky finger that he would quickly lick. Ignoring how surprisingly swift his eyes would flutter from the succulent taste, he'd puff the swell of his chest out in determination while waving a hand at the characteristically brash delinquent behind him. "Hey-- hey ignore him. Don't worry about him, he'll be destined to live a life of violence and then find a ******** bungalow in the chartreuse hills to dwell within cause of his demons or whatever and die at like some irrelevant age of sixty. Anyone who carries a bloodstained bat smells of common-- but listen you really don't need to give me this bread cause you should have it and I--" His young chirp of vocals would run dry from another river of sound pouring in between the trio, causing the mass of his attention towards the others to become isolated islands.
The premature thing about her to make his eyes melt would be the smoken butterscotch dermis, the scent of lingering sunlight ruffled on the feminine fatale that would sway in the brisk dancer's build in arrival. And yet...her blaring beauty wouldn't stand to call with the one situated within the swooping brim of the hat, the accessory already grabbing his attention as he'd turn back to the fishman with wide leaden marbles for eyes. A glass filled stare as he'd shiver and tighten his grip on the cloth, feeling a twitching of his wings as the image of the overhung breasts would sear into his mind. The likeness of drastically filled water balloons snapping into frame as he'd swallow hard. "Oh god...who hurt her?" But otherwise he would keep quiet, the tresses of sweeping stained slate hiding the peering eyes as the cups of his ears would perk to hear what the impending conversation would become as he knew such things wouldn't be directed to such children of the same dirt he shared.
Yusuke only half expected someone to answer, but when they did he did his best not to express even the slightest bit of a startle. the perpetrator in question seemed to have been in the company of a rather meek, frail, cherry boi. Commenting over the fear children would develop over his pipe rod's appearance, the southern blue native looked over his most trusted tool with a discerning eye. Having been drenched in blood from his previous excursions, it had a single deep red color to it. It reeked of carnage, so much so that he doubted it could ever shine again.
What's it to me? Brats will be brats, fear's always a good lesson at the end of the day. Seems like you'd like a lesson... With a flick of the wrist Yusuke rested his medium of aggression over his shoulder, making his way over to the smart a**. Reaching a few steps from the stranger did he get a better look at the two men on the empty road. The braver of the two seemed confident in himself, giving the impression of a competent demeanor. The other, yeah the slickly, frail, cherry boi gave off a scared child vibe. Yusuke's grip tightened as he prepared to swing. Just a moment before he could react did a familiar face come into view.
With hips wide and sturdy, enough to bare a healthy brood strong enough to fight even the harshest wars. Ebony skin like the sweetest chocolate, enough to tempt the strongest man into the jungle. The woman responsible for breaking up the Peeking Pirates. Using her feminine charms to draw the attention to herself, Isora made her intentions as clear as day. This woman... Even with her rather sudden appearance, Yusuke wasn't about stand down, even if her body screamed indecency. Sighing, he noticed the frail one looking at him from behind what he considered his brother. Watching one another for a moment, the weak-looking child began to throw insult after insult his way until he ran out of ammo. This brat...
*CRACK* The ground between the delinquent and the insolent trio split into cracks along the ground that spread out from the source of impact. I've been traveling for a while now looking for someone to work my ship. You lot are in my way, and worse, pissed me off. With those words alone Yusuke dashed forward, taking a swing at the man with the basket.
"Great another hotsh!t rookie who thinks he's a shot caller."
The cracked ground would split as far as to were the marksmen stood off to the side. The force of the blow would subside just before it could cause a scuff to Thaddeus' brand new cowboy boots. NO PHD but that old ginger son of a gun was posted in the cut, stepping out into the light to reveal himself. Successfully managing to out maneuver the authorities Thaddeus took refuge back in a town he was familiar with.
Man he was just getting some relaxation when he stumbled across this scene. But if he could manage to act civil for 30 seconds Thaddeus could finally accomplish something. Looking over at the... scarier looking boy The long haired man would say.
"There's a marine convoy nearby, and you want to pick a fight at the port..."
From where he was standing, Thaddeus used his devil fruit to sprout an arm from the ground in from of the charging boy, as he would sprint attempting to bash the sweaty boy's face in, Thaddeus would grab his foot tripping him.
"Sorry, I can't allow your bullshιt to get my αss thrown back in a cell."
Moving closer to the group The bearded ginger had heard enough of their conversation to understand what was going on here. He'd waited enough, he was beginning to get bored. He'd originally come to the west to check up on his old friends in Ridus, but he didn't need to go that far to find some extra hands willing to work. With a massive vessal like the Redux Thaddeus needed some help getting the b***h from point A to point B.
"I've got a ship, got enough space to fit all those willing to work. Takers need only say I."
His good eye scanning the crowd, not really focusing in on anyone in particular.
In his rush to break the man's face, another voice entered the scene. To Yusuke, he seemed very much familiar. Yet somehow he couldn't put a name to the face. Just then he felt a hand grab his foot, almost tripping save for the strength he put in his leg to kick out of whatever's grip he'd fallen into. Stopping himself from attacking any further, those present watched as the man stepped forth from the shadows. He was thin, almost sickly if one took only a glance at the man. The shape of his face seemed quite angular, almost avian, and if the one working eye he had was taken into account he could've passed for a falcon or vulture. Whichever was more deadly. But it was his toothy maw fitted with a single cigarette lodged between his mandibles that made his appearance all the more beastly.
Something about this Dokuganryū kept Yusuke on edge. He was almost certain it was by this man's effort that he'd almost tripped just a moment ago. What he wasn't expecting was a logical explanation for his intervention, or his criminal background in relation to the greater authorities of the world.
His surprise hadn't stopped when he realized the man he planned to bludgeon gave no quarter, not budging an inch even though Yusuke was that far from breaking his face. This man would make a great first mate... he thought to himself just before the one eyed stranger made a proposal. Assuming his ship needed an unspecified amount of hands on deck, it must have been large enough to house them. While his goals weren't expected to align with the gingered gunslinger, it wouldn't hurt to ride along with extra muscle.
"I'm game if they are, I've been looking for a crew for a while now.
Steadfast in his conviction, Yusuke turned to the docks. His jacked teeth flowing smoothly through the wind. "We head to the sky.." Index finger extended to the sky he walked off to port, dragging the two less- the two young men in-toe. [Exit with Lessrin and Lessbeth]
