Foosha Village [Destroyed + Raided]

[Tentaigo]

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♫♪~ Every second is a pure affliction,
But I can feel your pain.
Choke back the burn of wrath as they violate your name.
No sign of innocence in this godforsaken place.
When the truth is in your hands, they'll spit upon your face. ~♪

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Arriving at the village Tawara left all regrets of his other raids behind him. Behind him in the North Blue. Tawara was arriving and awaiting a new challenge. It was obvious his injuries from the Baratie had healed. Those crazy older pirates were the first ones who fought back in a raid. Not only that they were persistently strong. Tawara at first was observing the village he stood in. Then Tawara followed up by trusting his instincts. A woman was insistent in getting his attention. However, he turned his head not really giving her any time of day. Tawara saw this place as nice and peaceful. He decided to take pictures of the area with a camera. Everything was here. Studying a blonde nearby. Tawara decided to run into the guy. Smile. Then punch him in the face knocking him out cold. It was conceivable how much money you could get from one raid. Tawara took the blonde's money. Others couldn't run away from Tawara. And were also stripped of their money when Tawara got a hold of them. One person confronted Tawara. Attempting to oppose him. Tawara met that stupid looking face with a swift kick. Then caught him before he could hit a building. Kneeing the loser in the face with all his might. Broke his nose. Took his money. Tawara piled conjecture on top of conjecture. Heaven knows how warped he was when he was raiding. Tawara continued to steal money from more in the village. Tawara was going crazy with the raiding. People were beginning to rain from the air. His strength and speed were beginning to pick up. Tawara was within the village causing commotions. Forcing people to hand over all their money. Here there were strained faces, or darting eyes, abrupt movements that signified alarm. Everything was unusual. The village was in great panic, after all. This so called elegant world continued to spin in it's elegant orbit. Unminded of this pirates events that should have thrown its axis off balance. There was this empowered aura that came from Tawara. His motions were that of a hunter. Tawara will emerge worldwide one day. Soon and he'll be able to touch the hems of creation! Think of these as the works of an emerging monster. Others were hesitant around Tawara. Tawara saw frowns on those he already robbed. Tawara would love for some drinks. He's been set on making some money for weeks now. He had a rigid smile cracking from his face. This wasn't private. It was the pirate lifestyle. Tawara couldn't relax just yet. Other gentleman couldn't do anything when Tawara showed up. Tawara had an instinct about taste. A lot of these faces pass through his brute force. Having all their money taken from them. There was a b***h quality in the perfumed air that was approaching him. This was the scent of an aging, pacing tigress, swift to attack any who threatened her possessions. Or the sating of her appetites. Yet she was disciplined; all things considered. Tawara decided to avoid her. Last thing he wanted was a cougar trying to find a late husband. Tawara was doing extremely well. The worlds labels would have absolutely no distinction. No affect on him. This was simply a spur of the moment thing. However, Tawara felt very glorious as he continued through the village. Tawara had looked like he was very skilled in fighting. Tawara had the muscle as if he was from a medium-secure army base. There was no sign of anyone that could cause a threat to him. Tawara heard some others that he was going to rob nearby. The raid continued. Tawara would slip past a few locals not paying attention. Then literally beat them up and take their money from them. As if he was a brute. Tawara had robbed figure hotels, clubs, it usually depends on how well you manage. Tawara had took a cigarette out of some locals mouth. Burning it out on the mans face. Then took the mans money without the small fry putting up a fight. He should of made the papers, or a broadcast on him. Tawara was on a very heinous streak. Then for an instant Tawara saw others. They decided not to make eye contact. So Tawara decided to spinning roundhouse kick them all consecutively in one attack. Once they hit the ground all their money came splashing out. It was hard for the fallen locals to breath; he was suspended in air a moment. Then landed on his feet picking up all their money off the floor. The premature gray-haired pirate rose. Stepping off from the village to leave his deeds finished.



(Minor Raid)

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Experience: 510,000
|| Skypiean: Tawara, The Fist | Speed: --- | Strength: --- | Endurance: --- | Intelligence: --- | Prowess: --- | Accuracy: --- |

Steps Marched: 782
Flames Created: 782

[ Locations: ]


772, 766, 759, 756, 790,782,

 

[BIG GUCCI EDO]

ѕιngle and ready тo мιngle~♡

Str:00 II Spd: 100 II Acc: 100 II Prws: 180 End: 85

"Where do you think you're going? Tawara."

Thaddeus would say, skating into Foosha Village den den mushi still in his hand. I didn't take him long in order to find him, not long at all, as soon as Thaddeus pulled up in East Blue there was already another distress signal. So if there was a distress signal an Thaddeus was the first responder to the incident, How was Tawara already there? It was really simple questions like that which made Tawara the prime suspect in all of these attacks. A marine? attacking villages? s**t was cold blooded, and stupid. If Tawara was caught by another Marine he'd surely be send to impel down for betraying the Marines.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Thaddeus would ask angerly, he didn't give a s**t about the civilians, no at all. What Thaddeus was angry about was the person whom was supposed to be his Marine Informant was out and about surrendering his position. Literally giving up perhaps one of the best things about himself.

See Tawara wasn't "smart", he was brash, impulsive, and obviously unaware of the circumstances playing out around him.

"Are you betraying the Marines? Do you know what they would do if they caught you?"

Weighing out his options in his head Thaddeus had long decided to take Tawara down, he had no tolerance for rouge soldiers. Standing on his jet board, Thaddeus would hover in place 25 feet or so from Tawara whom was making his exit on the only road leading from the Foosha Village to Goa Kingdom.

So perhaps Goa Kingdom was his next target? Pulling his light guns from their holsters, Thaddeus would aim them toward the Massive man 25 feet away from him. With little to no preparation, Thaddeus would begin firing bright beaming bullets toward the rouge marine.

He didn't need anymore explanation, and he wanted to get this show on the road already.

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Tentaigo

Light Gun 1

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Bullet 3

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[Samael of Light]

[Enter from The Baratie]

The pirate known as Gran Aegis, after causing minor damage and confiscating the valuables from the Baratie, made his way to his next target. The Kingdom of Goa. However, his actual target was not the capital of the kingdom, but a village that was established in the territory under the rule of Goa, Fuusha Village, at Dawn Island. Arriving with his boat at the port, he made way into the small village that seemed to be mostly composed of farmlands, with a few windmills composing the scenario and a large mountain, Mount Colubo, in the background. With calm steps, he observed the landscape, saw children playing and farmers working the land. Some carried grains in carts to the windmill, others seemed to be resting before returning to work. It was the picture of a perfect, peaceful countryside village. Walking further into the village, beyond the farmlands, he could see more houses and other buildings. A small inn, a restaurant or bar, as well as some small shops. He did not know which house was the village chief's or mayor, whichever the village had, so he focused his attention on the shops that seemed to deal with larger amounts of money. The inn and a shop that seemed to buy the local products and sell goods that are imported from the capital. In such a small town, those were his only two options.

"Good morning, do you have any available rooms?" he asked as he walked up to the receptionist of the inn, having entered at a slow pace. The receptionist was a man in his late teens, probably the son of the owner or of an acquaintance. The young man was quick to notice Gran's presence and immediately straightened up to greet the possible new guest. "Good morning and welcome to our humble inn! Are you new in town? We have discounts for first time visitors." he greeted Gran back with a cheerful voice. However, before Gran replied, he noticed some noise coming from his left. Beyond an open door, he could see some tables and people merrily eating. "Today's special is quite famous around town, so quite a bit of people who are not guests come here to eat. Our restaurant is not exclusive to our guests so at these days it gets more crowded than usual." he said proudly, as if the inn's feats were his own. Making Gran suspect he really was the owner's child. "Ah! Right! The bedroom, we have some available. One on the first floor, two on the second and another on the fourth floor. Which would you prefer?" he replied but Gran did not give it much thought. "The one on the fourth is fine with me." his choice was not the most obvious to most people but it was simply because he did not mind some moderate exercising mixed in his daily routine. That was how he kept his strength in balance after all.

"Here is your key. Oh, wait. Wrong one." the man took a key ring from the drawer in his desk but, upon looking at it, he retracted his hand and took another one from the drawer. The first one was older and the number of the room was almost erased, so it was to be separated to be repaired. The second key ring was the spare that should be used until the first one was fixed. "Here. Now, would you like me to guide you to your room?" he asked politely after handing Gran the key. "No need to. I'm fine. Room forty two, right?" he replied to the receptionist while only asking for confirmation on the number written on the key ring. "Yes! It's the room to your right once you reach the fourth floor and turn left on the corridor." he answered Gran. "Then I'm all set. Thanks." he gave a short reply and turned around to the stairs. "Once again, welcome to our inn and I hope you enjoy your stay." he said to the pirate, not knowing that this man was the very villain who planned on attacking this town. Gran walked up six flight of stairs until he reached the fourth floor. He turned his head to the right, to examine the corridor, before turning to his left where his room should be. The corridor was not evenly divided, the left portion was shorter, it had the first and second bedrooms, which were also the ones that stood above the reception, with windows to the front of the hotel. The other rooms were slightly smaller and had windows to the sides of the hotel instead.

Gran stopped in front of the bedroom's door and looked back, the other room was directly in front of it, keeping a certain symmetry that was pleasant to the eyes. Gran inserted the key into the lock and opened the door, carefully opening it as he wanted to make sure nobody had been using this room in secret without telling the owners of the establishment. It was something that happened with a certain frequency back in Baterilla, with Gran being the one using a bedroom without permission whenever one of the girls working at the brothel missed him after he returned from a long trip. "Old habits die hard..." he said with a low voice before chuckling, amusing himself with his nostalgic habits. Closing the door behind him, Gran walked into the room while taking a quick glance at the furniture. It was indeed very simple, with a double bed, one table, two chairs, a small two doors wardrobe and a bathroom. There was no difference between the prices for single and double rooms, or so he was told, making Gran feel no need to change the room just because of the bed's size. In fact, a bigger bed was more pleasant for him. It meant he could bring someone for some fun later, if he had not accomplished his mission yet.

Once he was done, Gran left the room, locking the door when he left, and returned to the first floor. He wanted to try the daily special that the receptionist mentioned. Heading straight to the restaurant, he took a seat at an empty table and waited for someone to take his order. After roughly two minutes of wait, a woman in her twenties, with same hair color and slightly similar features as the receptionist reached his table with a small notebook. "Welcome! Are you a guest? Guests don't need to pay at the time of the meal, being able to pay once they check out. I'd recommend a new dish that has gotten famous in other blues, the Sea King Fillet, but today's special is also very delicious, Lapahn Meat Roll." the girl was as cheerful as the receptionist and they had a similar manner of speech, making it clear that they were part of the same family and were raised the same way. She gave him some options before actually giving him the menu though, so that was somewhat different from the young man. "Hm... I'll have that meat roll. The kid at the reception said it was famous around town." once he said that it was something the receptionist talked about, there was a slight change in her expression and she puffed one cheek in discontent, as if she wanted to be the first to give a suggestion to a newcomer. Perhaps it was some rivalry between siblings that he did not know about, but he did not care either way. "Hmph... kay, Good choice, it's really delicious." the girl corrected her manners halfway as she noticed that her mood was showing and was about to leave when she remembered that she did not ask what he would like to drink. "And to drink?" she asked. "I'll have some cola." he replied. He wanted to drink something with alcohol but knew that it could be dangerous to act while under the effects of alcohol. His last work caused him to attract the attention of some weirdos after all. "Alright!" the girl wrote it down on her notebook and turned around, her frilly skirt fluttering as she did. Luckily, she wore shorts underneath so she would not give any weirdos a good view.

Minutes later, Gran was brought a large plate with a large roll of grilled minced meat, almost as large as his forearm and as thick as his wrist. From the ends he could see molten cheese coming out of the meat. Beside the plate, the girl left a large mug with cola, but it was pretty much ignored as he eyed the meat with great interest. "Have a great meal!" the waitress said cheerfully before leaving, chuckling as she saw how entranced Gran was with the dish. The very first slice he took was enough for him to be engulfed in the smell that came out from inside the roll. It was not simply meat and cheese. The scent of onions, garlic as well as several herbs mixed in with the meat and cheese. The meat was well done, with no traces of pink remaining, the exact degree of doneness that he enjoyed. With a single bite he knew that it was worth its fame. Whether it really was the meat of some creature named Lapahn he didn't know and couldn't care less. All that mattered was that it was delicious. To that point that it made him not want to steal from that establishment. So he made last second changes to his plan and decided that he would only target the shop across the street.

When night fell, Gran left the inn under the cover of the night, from the window of his bedroom and jumped onto the roof of the neighboring building. He ran quickly as to not attract attention with the noise he made when landing, and made his way down after he had taken enough distance from the hotel. Wearing a hood, he moved past the few people who walked in the dead of the night without being disturbed, until he reached the back of the shop's building. There, he broke the lock of the backdoor and took everything of value. On his way out, however, the shop's owner woke up and made a racket, so he was forced to take drastic measures. He knocked the man out cold, threw him out of the shop and broke an oil lamp in the middle of the store, causing it to burn down overnight. While it burned, Gran returned with the extra luggage to the inn, entering the same way he left and had a good night of sleep. On the next day, he was told of what happened to the shop across the street and acted surprised. After taking breakfast, he went to a nearby lake to go fishing as if he was just a tourist on a vacation.

Word Count: 1,820/1,000 (Major Raid & Destruction)

Battle Data:
079 Strength :: 000 Prowess :: 100 Defense :: 030 Speed :: 000 Stamina :: 025 Vitality
540 Health :: 440 Stamina
 

[Samael of Light]

[Gran leaves]  

[Tentaigo]

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"That means I also have to live with the criticism, even when it comes from an opportunistic pirate loser. Picking out one move on the chessboard, without knowing what the rest of the game looks like. Then turning that move inside out. Without having a single clue how much he might be endangering my endgame." England said raising a cup of milk at a bar!

Pirates were laughing at the fifteen year old pirate. England grit his teeth shutting all of them up in a second. "Oi!~ I'd like to discuss all my actions with you guys. But there are national security considerations that just don't permit it. I know you know that, of course. But I also know it's hard to pass up an easy cheap shot mate's." In the corner, one pirate has his hands up, signaling for a time-out. "I need to go to the bathroom." he said. "BE QUICK ABOUT IT!" England shouted in the background!

Another pirate taking a mic in the bar. So that everyone could hear him as he walked around some of the pirates in the bar. "Yeah, you know what? You're right, England. It's time. I'm done with this. This is over. We're done." the pirate said. England caught the lash out, and whack the microphone off the table. England knocked over his chair as he got to his feet. "I get it mate. It's a bad idea testify. They'll tear me to pieces I get it." England said next to some woman holding his arm. To hold him back so that he didn't go over and kill that pirate.

The woman get's back to her stance once she stops England. Straightens her dress out. "Okay, everyone, thank you. Please give us the room now." The room being the Roosevelt Bar they were staying at in Foosha Village. Across from the Oval building nearby. A good place to hold a meeting--or in this case, pirates mocking while listening to England. There are no windows , and the doors are easy to secure. Everyone stands all the pirates. England's pirate secretary pulls off his bow tie, a nice little detail he threw in to complete his role as England's wing man. He looks at England with an apology, but England waves him off. He was just playing his role, trying to show England the worse-case scenario if England goes forward with a decision. To testify next week before a committee of pirates. As the room slowly empties, the adrenaline drains from England. Leaving him exhausted and discouraged. He's always the youngest in these situations. One thing they never tell you about this type of thing. Is how much its your first roller-coaster ride--thrilling highs, lows lower than a snake's belly. Then it's just me, staring at the rough rider portrait above the fireplace, and hearing footsteps. Pirates were united still awaiting their boss. Carolyn, Danny, and Jenny gingerly approach the youngster.

"Least flat-out shitty! Was my personal favorite!" England said with his thick accent! Danny in the corner a pirate was laughing. Some of the pirate woman always told him he swore too much. The pirate woman he knew said swearing shows a lack of creativity. Pfft~

England with a bunch of pirates move out of this bar out of the village.





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| Skypiean: England, 'The Fist of Destruction' | Speed: --- | Strength: --- | Stamina: --- | Defense: --- | Prowess: --- | Vitality: --- |

Health: --- | Stamina: --- | Spirit: --- |


Destructions: 555
Creations: 555



[ Locations: ]





537, 555,