Seems like the two individuals were not exactly human, at least not the woman. Her green hair, eyes and clothing along side her posture made her look much like a frog. What were those creatures called? Minkman or would it be a fishman. Whatever she would just be addressed by her name there was no real reason for him to know her race. Though if he started to see her picking flies from the sky then he would have to tell her to not. For one being unsanitary and two just being plain gross. Now his assessment on the other character in this quartet of ally people. Red hair and a mask one couldn't really distinguish any other facial features other than his eyes. Which was red much like his hair. The guy emitted a very murderous vibe and filled with confidence. He was seeing how the man simply paid no attention to him nor the question he had asked. That didn't bode well with Guzma he might have to beat some manners into the man except the green haired woman would not stop staring at him. It was kind of unnerving to be stared at and her expression looking so full of glee for no apparent reason made him feel uneasy. Did they know each other probably not there usually weren't many visitors in Toroa Island. It was quite peaceful but extremely boring he was glad he finally left the place after so many years. He left his gang there hopefully they wouldn't ruin his reputation. Skull were great but them being associated with pirates wasn't why in the world did pirates get to use that symbol. More importantly why did people think he was a stinkin pirate just because he wore a skull on the back of his shirt.
So these two people were completely useless to him at least in his search for Ben. Though he found it a little strange the woman was able to assume that the man was a robot. Maybe he should have mentioned that as one of his features since it was kind of noticeable...if Ben used any of his instruments. "I can barely understand you two and your...accents. I'm going assume you guys both said you didn't." Guzma would say before kicking the closest object to him, which was a rock, sending it to the building crack the wall. Looking over at the crack he made he would look back at the man he had thrown a few minutes ago. He had yet to waken up. No one was that deep of a sleeper. However Guzma didn't throw him hard enough where he would have died, he knew how to control his strength. Heading over to the man he would kick him over on to his back which isn't the safest way to flip someone who was already injured. "HEY OLD MAN ARE YOU AWAKE!" Guzma yelled. Staring for a few seconds before realizing he was dead. No one could hold their breath for that long, which left him to believe that those two had killed him. Eh who cared people died everyday it's not like he knowed the guy. However he should probably alert someone in case he had loved ones who would want to bury him or something sentimental like that. Especially when the world 'alibi' was thrown by the woman. Whom he had now realized was staring at his sunglasses. Was she a fan of his or something? That would explain the way she was acting. Of course who wasn't a fan of big bad Guzma. A small smile appeared on his face as he walked over to the girl putting his glasses on top of her head. "There you go. Team Skull official sunglasses. You can keep them." Guzma would say, it wasn't everyday you get to meet a fan of yours truly. As hard as that was to believe. The other guy he didn't really like he had called him kid twice already. "Name is Guzma...not kid get it straight" Guzma was too happy to meet a fan to punch the man in the face even if said man deserved it. Looking at them both before looking at the sky when the alarms rang.
When newspaper started to fall down Guzma was quick to grab one opening up to read what was happening in Torino. Something major a Yonko had appeared! Crumbling up the newspaper Guzma threw it away. He didn't care for no Yonko unless that Yonko had Ben he simply didn't give a s**t. Looking at the two he noticed that they both seemed to conspiring to do something over there in that kingdom. However something in the newspaper caught his eye it was a picture of Ben and it said captured. Grabbing a nearby rock he flung it towards one of the birds carrying a newspaper. A squawk and a ton of newspaper would fall down each hitting Guzma in the head. "DUMB BIRD!" He yelled out rubbing the top of his head. While it hadn't actually hurt it did surprise him. Grabbing the newspaper he would flip through the pages reading that a pirate named Big Band had been captured in Torino Kingdom. Which meant the marines had him. He had no idea where their base he would have to go there and ask on of them. Looking at the two he noticed they were heading off to Torino Kingdom. "HEY! You two. Torino Kingdom was the place this s**t went down right? Let's go then" Guzma would say deciding to follow them. Seeing how he had no idea how to get there by himself, not that's he would admit it to them. ((EXIT))
Official, he says! Not at all minding his violently loud outbursts, he was a softie at heart no matter how hard he tried to be. Bobbing her head left and right to let the accessory sit while letting her scopes sit at her neck. She was awarded his spectacles, sun and moon. The plot thickens, the brutish guy actually turned out to be nice. Dreamy moss eyes blinked and gave him a little fist bump to the arm. "I guhyeuss ya do got a fan now.~" Like the call of a true yankee, he heeded to the call of DA RUCKUS and left, leaving her admiring and nodding to his vibe. "Woht a cool gent, that bloke was." She mentioned, glimpsing to the man who'd have his own agenda to things. A scrunch in her face though the jagged smile revealed itself. She could tell he at least considered the idea of hiring but the sudden interest of a new topic blew up in her head.
Dinner...could still be had. But she would come back to walking along the tall limber man. "Hmm...That's not a bad idea. But you know sum'in?" Hopping along, effortlessly catching up to his long strides. "You don't know that for sure." Collecting his hand and veering him off elsewhere. The small hand easily fitting in his before raising it up. Turning back with a playful gaze. "You said dinnah, so I don't want no 3 way with a scary ole' pirate lord. S'ides, I like taking what I can get steada' waitin' on the Man for a numba oh' ees choice."
With that said, off she would go. Whether he'd slap off her hold or not, the froggo would venture off to do as the Romans were doing in Torino.
Waking up to the ripe scent of perfume, alcohol, and sweat the pirate opened her single optic to the sight of a dimly lit bedroom just as the rising sun shed its warming rays through the windowpane. No hangover, but a familiar weariness as she sat up and scanned the room. The bed sheets were sprawled over her, just masking half of her bust as their shapeliness held up the thin fabric. The mattress was a mess, but paid homage to the debauchery that had taken place just hours before. Her vision was mildly hazy but quickly cleared as she gained a full view of her surroundings. She'd been in the captain's quarters of the pirate ship she commandeered. Clothes were scattered about the room. Bras, underwear, shirts and sweaters; Goldy spotted her favorite hat dangling for dear life on one of the arms of the ceiling fan. There were bottles of alcohol spread about like Easter eggs, mostly wine; completely empty now.
For a moment she faced the day at her left, briefly gazing out the window to stare off into the skies and the shimmering waves of the ocean. Then she turned her head left and saw the full body of her slumbering admirer whose flesh she couldn't resist indulging in. Such a wonderful night. A satisfied, somewhat smug grin crept along her lips as she cooed, not bothering to wake the woman up just yet. Goldy slipped out of bed, slipping on the first pair of panties that she could find be they Go-Go's or her own. Fitting them snugly along the roundness of her a** she snagged her lighter and smokes from the pocket of her discarded coat and made her way quietly out the door.
Although she was nude the length of her messy golden tresses hid most of her body, especially her more important womanly bits. Bare feet lazily dragged along the wooden planks as she stepped out onto the deck. She could see their destination off in the distance, approaching the nose of the ship and leaning herself against the polished oak railing. Goldilocks took in the salty sea air, feeling refreshed and nourished by its nostalgia. She brought one of the cigars she had to her lips, placing the other two in her cleavage. She bit off its end and spat it into the sea, flicking her lighter and sparking its flame she lit the end of her cigar and took a long drag.
Exhaling, the amazon stared off into the horizon; wishing she had a cup of coffee to go with her tobacco filled breakfast.
Amid the cliche scene left behind of sprawled underwear, fabric of all sorts left by their clothing, and a mess'ed room, one GoGo laid fast asleep next to the warmth of her newest found companion. Sound and snug; the feeling of Goldi rising did stir the beauty from her rest. Hues of indigo peering out at the lovely backside as it walked away. Tresses of gold and a almost porcelain figure brought a soft smile to the Kuja, turning slowly away to look towards the wall. The night before was something to remember. Granted she hadn't always had a thing for women, but. . it wasn't like she'd shy away from one attractive enough to hold her attention. Besides, this was the Goldilocks. Turning her away was like tossing away billions of Beli. Only a fool would make a mistake like that. "She's so strong. . and so beautiful. ." Digits roamed the edges of the bed, eyes sharpening before a soft giggle escaped. Her hair was just as long, if not longer, than her blonde mate and as she rose, it sprawled out behind her. Probably a similar trait of the Kuja within them; nonetheless it did well to cover her up nicely.
Finding whatever pair of underwear her hands could grab, she slid them on before going through her sweater, finally coming upon what she'd been looking for. A packet with a kitty insignia on it, Gyui's special powder to get her day started. Pouring a bit out - a frown came thereafter, noticing the contents were almost empty. More was gonna be needed soon or else cranky would be an understatement. Taking whatever was left, using only one nostril, she inhaled what was in her palm and let the fixation hit her brain. A euphoric bile of emotion welled up, the world opening then closing as seconds slowed; everything was much more vibrant when her pixie dust was in her system. "Better. Much better. I feel so good~" An exasperated voice chimed, rising from her seated position and going on the search for her other, wiping all contents of her actions off her person. With a bit more searching, interesting enough she came across what looked like the pirates prized possessions and in it, a weird looking guitar. "Ha ha ha ha~" Her voice sung out, sullied, beginning to strum, getting a feel for the instrument in her fingers.
The song wasn't something unlike her mood. It flowed and spoke to how she was feeling. "I will be your deadddmannnnnnnnnnn!" The entire boat shook as they were soon to arrive on mirrorball, her body dancing about the entire ship, snickering loudly. That new buzz was always the best.
STR 00 || SPD 05 || END 05 || PRW 15 || INT 00 DEX 20 || HP 100 || SPI 20
Well someone had woken up on the good side of the bed.
The ship rumbled with humming vibrational force from the loud melodious tune her lover sang. The blonde kept her gaze forward, staring at the approaching island and seeing the dancing lights streaking from its heart in wistful ribbons. She took a long drag of her cigar, the burnt ashes breaking from the tip and falling into the ocean. Goldy exhaled the toxic smoke through her nostrils before taking in another deep breath of the sea air. Her single eye was set on the island. Would she raid it? Destroy it? Conquer it? The woman weighed her options, knowing that taking the place as her own may have been tricky since it required maintenance and a workforce both to protect it and run it; manpower she didn't currently have outside of GoGo. Yet, she wanted a different pace from the norm.
And so she decided.
Taking one more long huff of her cigar she'd pinch it and flick it into the sea. Blowing the smoke from her full lips she pushed herself from the wooden railing, turned her back from the ocean, and calmly walked off to go find her second-in-command. It was as simple as following the siren's song. The strum of a guitar along with her lively singing and Goldilocks slipped into the room that GoGo had hid herself in."Well, yer in high spirits today, aren'tcha love?"She teased, approaching the curvaceous woman who mimicked her morning garments of incorrect underwear and excessively long hair. Goldy saw the entranced look in her pupils, the hypnotizing high of having taken the first hit of the day; she knew it well but it was still a little too early for hard drugs for Goldy. The blonde crept closer, her thumb swiping away the remnant of white powder from the side of GoGo's nose that she'd forgotten,"I see you've alreadeh started."The flaxen pirate kept a hand on her lover's cheek as she bent down and roughly kissed her lips; Goldy smelled of tobacco but it masked the scent of sweat and sex just mildly.
She pulled away after a few moments, towering over her."We're headed tah Mirrorball Island. The whole place is like one giant parteh, which means all the drugs we can get our hands on and people too doped up to know they're bein' taken fer a ride. So, how bout we have our own fun? Take their s**t and burn it tah the ground."She smiled wickedly and balling her hand into a fist. Afterward, the pirate tugged onto one of GoGo's hands to get her attention before giving her a rotund buttocks a playful but firm swat."Now come girl, let's wash up and get changed before we get there; you smell. Just cuz we're pirates doesn't mean we have to lack good hygiene, yeh?"Her voice was stern, almost motherly. Goldy started off, hips swaying as the amazon headed towards the washroom.
The music had filled her on to a certain appeasement.
Indigo locks danced about as she moved in sway to the melody. Eyes a dazzle from the drugs in her system; body as light as air, if possible. When like this the world was her oyster. After inciting a rave within her own mind, Go Go had finally come to a conclusive stop. Her riveting muse hadn't faltered, just momentarily ceased. I guess she was tired or moreover, ready to move on to the next performance. It was all just a game to her, either way. "I hope Goldi-sama doesn't see me like this~" A soft coo escaped, not even having realized that Goldi was already right around the bend, in the room with her. The feel of her presence almost caused the younger Kuja to yelp in surprise - rising from the seated position to wave her arms too and fro. She hadn't known if her newest mate would have an issue with her. . uhhh activity. Most found that being off drugs wasn't the best suit for someone, but to her surprise, Goldi didn't seem to mind it. Oh, in fact, by the way she spoke she almost implored it! This woman was just more and more amazing as time went on.
The kiss was euphoric. Enough to nearly make her wet herself standing. Fingers danced, body ready to pounce Goldi right then and there. She hadn't had a feeling quite like this since she'd first started having sex and even then, it was never this surreal. All and all, she was ready for whatever was to come. "Ahh, that sounds like fun~ And I did just run out of my pixie dust, so this'll be a good rump around town~" Like a kitten following after its owner, Go Go too came lightly stepping after Goldi, humming all the while. To her, it felt right. Perhaps she'd found the place where someone could finally keep her in tow. Men bored her - they all were the same. Women were too soft, none of them appeased her aggressive attitude. But Goldi? She was the perfect combination of soft and fierce. Like the sea, she could rage at one point and show you something amazing the next. It was like a glove how she fit. "Hey! It isn't entirely my fault I smell like this, momma~"Her voice peaked, already slipping right back out of the underwear she had on. Shower time~
STR 00 || SPD 05 || END 05 || PRW 15 || INT 00 DEX 20 || HP 100 || SPI 20
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Sweet serenades and silhouettes of soap-layered shapes, soft strokes and slick secretions squired by sensual swoons.
Time, much like the steaming water cascading over them, slipped away. The pair had emerged from a mist that soon cleared to reveal the ransacked bathroom behind them. Satiating her lust once more, the one-eyed blonde redressed in casual yet fanciful attire. She'd returned to a corsair's shirt and properly fitting pants but kept her furred Winter hat given a replacement for her lost captain's hat had yet to be found. Goldy figured that meeting back up with Galand to introduce their latest member was probably for the best. Soon; Goldy wanted to have a little more fun first.
The commandeered ship safely floated to shore. Blaring music could be heard coming from the outskirts and to the ship, vibrant lights danced and spun, coloring the sky off in the distance. A party city. Booze, music, sex, drugs, and fun; it was a shame that it'd have to be destroyed. Normally Goldy would have left the place standing but with so many mercenaries and pirates roaming the corruption-ridden streets, the blonde wanted to make them remember her name.
Pulling the hem of her gloves Goldy flexed her fingers within them, tossing the anchor out to shore and letting it dig into the surface. She'd peer over to GoGo."Last stop, love. Fight, pillage, ********. You can do whatcha want as long as yah leave yer mark! So let's go crazy, yeh?"A sadistic Cheshire grin stretched her lips as a broad boot set itself to the bow of the ship. Goldy slammed her fist into the palm of the other, immediately an aura of blackness rose from her, flaring off into the sky like a brimming flame. A pair of pirates taking on an entire island? This was hardly a fair handicap; the people here would need far more people.
Goldy wasn't going to wait up this time.
The broad-shouldered amazonian took a mighty leap from the bow. Her body soaring through the sky, the tails of the open jacket hugging her shoulders flapped like a cloak in the breeze. She held onto her hat to ensure it's safety atop her head. Her body skipped off of the air once and then twice before landing some distance away. She soared over the shore and the outskirts, landing into town as a mass of land cracked beneath her feet and rose up; cratering the surface. The blackness around her body hardened into a shell around her person. Goldy didn't bother with standing, instead, she shot out from the crater like the bullet from the burning barrel of a gun. Ground and debris kicking up in her wake; removing the heads of a handful of random people along way that got apprehended by her blazing trail. A deep cackle echoed over the blaring music like a haunted ad-lib as she whipped the blood away from her dagger-pointed hands.
From one desire to the next, a steamy shower met with a proclamation to leave a land laid to waste by a mere two people. GoGo would never deny such a thing! This was why she left the dull drums of her land in the first place - those people just didn't understand the type of person she was. To see the world burn; well, that wasn't exactly her forte, but to see it for what it was. To take what she pleased, do what she wanted. That was what a pirate was truly meant to do! Her mind had always been on enjoying whatever she could, however she could. Whether it be the forbidden fruit of her island or exploring sexual trivialities with men and women. The world was whatever she wanted it to be and she wanted to see it however best she could! It welled within her unlike anything she'd ever felt. The sea, the crisp feel of air through her long indigo locks and someone whom was strong enough to hold her to that! A dream like no other is what she was after and as of yet, not a single person had dared give it to her.
That was, until she met her newest love, Goldi-sama~
As Goldi strapped up for war you'd see GoGo doing the same. Taking off the mesh sweater and left it aboard the ship, she didn't need it anymore. That was date night for her beloved. Now, it was time to slip into something battle ready. A skin tight, light blue suit with different kinds of trinkets laid about; one in particular holding her blade firmly to the young ladies side, within its sheath. Feet plodded lightly as the young woman walked out onto the deck, a free hand tightened to get a feel for her old combat outfit. It'd been quite some time since she'd put this on, but she supposed it was about time to get serious with the world. If she didn't want to let Goldi-sama down, then she needed to grow. As a pirate and, as a person."I guess I'll show you then, Goldi-sama. A power that I kept locked away," Her fear of what would become of her if she ever used it had stopped it, but now that was no longer a reason. As the aura of black emitted from her mate, GoGo unleashed a pristine one - all white, shimmering. To the air one of them took, but the assassin marred by indigo lightly came off the boat.
As soon as her feet touched the water below, it froze over instantly across the bay.
For years she'd had this power. Honing it in secret away from prying eyes, but now there was no longer a need to hold back. It was time she showed everyone just what she was truly capable of. "To do whatever I want! That's what it means to be a pirate!" A roar from herself as a spike of ice shot her into town, right in the middle of a tavern of folk having a good time. The music came to a stop as to see what could've possibly come through the ceiling, but it was too late. In a flash everything was frozen over with a maniacal laughter following after. "Let's paint the town red, shall we?!" From place to place she roamed, each step freezing over yet another portion of town. People becoming icicles, only to be turned to dust by a crushing punch or decapitated by quick slash of her sword. This would be a night to remember, for the dealer and the participants in this wild gamble!
STR 00 || SPD 05 || END 05 || PRW 15 || INT 00 DEX 20 || HP 100 || SPI 20
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The illustrious pirate dared anyone stop her, taking on all challengers, but the only ones who had stepped up were wannabe pirates and low-level mercenaries that weren't worth her time. It was a nuisance, and an annoying one at that, but she had no one to blame but herself. While she enjoyed causing mayhem and wreckage to the world and its unclaimed territories, it wasn't like she saw it as much of a challenge. Still, having a partner in crime to partake in her lust for debauchery was a joyous occasion.
Amidst the carnage, fighting, and looting her eyes bore witness to her precious admirer's hidden abilities. The misty, pristine purple aura that eroded from her both contrasted and complimented her darkness. Goldy watched, amidst her looting, as the land was flash frozen in a thick sheet of ice. She was surprised to see that her love was a Devil Fruit user, and such a powerful one at that."Oh, so yah have been holdin' out on me~"She badgered in a honeyed tune. It was such a majestic power. The creation of ice and how it left a wonderful gloss over everything it'd frozen solid; like priceless crystalline statuettes. The pirate tapped on one of the frozen bodies, seeing just how hardened and frigid it was. It was such a lovely ability. She tipped over the body and watched it shatter; they'd been frozen all the way down to their blood!
At the hum of a suggestion of painting the town red the pair wasted no time in massacring everything in their wake. The music was overshadowed by the haunting wails of fleeing citizens as the pair reeked havoc upon them. The land would become a frozen tundra misshapen and deformed by gravitational impossibilities. Lands ruined, corpses frozen and stuck in walls of high-towering buildings. Any blood was glossed over and frozen to create lovely scarlet marble of great value. After taking what goods and lives she desired, Goldilocks would head back to their ship but not with doing what she came here to do in the first place.
She gazed out towards the spinning disco ball in the silent sky and pointed her fist towards it. Electricity crackled as a sphere of ever growing darkness formed in front of her. She'd launch it out towards the disco ball, the speeding sphere sweeping and curving across the sea and frozen land, its powerful gravitation force pulling anything that wasn't strongly rooted to the aground along with it and forming its own rotating atmosphere. The black sphere crashed into the massive disco ball and shattered it, "Party's over." Goldy taunted. The sphere rippled and erupted; exploding with catastrophic force. The blast expanded and nearly swallowed the island whole; starting to sink what was left of it into the sea.
Afterward she'd turn to GoGo with an invitation.
"Welp, I guess it's about time tah go meet back up with the rest of the crew. What say yah, sweet-cheeks? Wanna follow me till the end of time?"
The painted scene was almost euphoric to the indigo assassin. Her eyes melding with the backdrop, amused by everything that went on around her. The soft descent of snow fall beckoned to lovely end to their looting. With each step hell froze over just a little more. With each step, the sky opened for the truth to be seen. She had been destined for a life like this ever since she was cast out by her people. She thought differently. Saw the world differently. Of course, this was the only solution for a woman of her caliber. Her steps stopped at an alleyway where some people were hunched together, looking them over with a bland expression. Their fear, it give her a rush like none other. Look how they wanted her to be gone from their sight. How they wished she was never born. If only they knew at one point, this was a wish too true even for herself. "Hey, let me ask you something." She'd muse in a sing song voice as she walked over, the debris freezing as she made her way along.
Of course they cowered even harder. A few men went running, trying to escape down a different road -- they were met with quick knives through their necks. "I guess they didn't want to answer my question. That leaves only you." A single boy, covered in dirt and smelling of piss. He was so afraid he'd pee'd his pants. It was almost cute. As she stepped but a foot away from him, she stopped all her motions. The ice ceased advancing as she did and leaned down on her knees to get to eye view. Hands cupping the top of her legs, she smiled to comfort the child. ". . Did me and my friend kill your family?" A silent shake of the head in response. ". . Are you an orphan?" A simple slow now as tears ran down, hitting the ground only to become ice as soon as they did so. A finger touched her chin, going into her pouch to remove a large bag of coin. She tossed it to the feet of the boy before getting up once again. "I like the look in your eye. That look of hate. The look that this world isn't fair. That's what makes people strong." Turning, her hips swayed away before waving, the ice continuing to consume all in its wake.
"Get off this island with your life, child. It'll suit you to live long enough to see this world burn." Her feet took her onward, back to where Goldi was. Where this hurrah would come to its end. Heels clacked as they hit the wood of their ship; the final scene, a ball blasting to bits, coloring the air with shimmering shards. The island was no more."Don't be foolish, Goldi-sama." Her voice peaked, walking onto the ship with their loot in tow. "I'd already resolved such a thing the moment I laid eyes on you." It was time to make their leave.
STR 00 || SPD 05 || END 05 || PRW 15 || INT 00 DEX 20 || HP 100 || SPI 20
A month has passed on and Lorenzo had yet to see this group of marines do any actually helping. Repairs and reimbursements acting like that was what the people that were harmed wanted. They wanted justice, they wanted to see those who had harmed them be brought to jail. In fact most of the crew were in the mentality that pirates should be executed on the spot. Life wasn't that simple, no one should simply get executed. Life was precious and should be protected, and if you really were appalled by the acts of these pirates why then stoop to their level. Yet the hypocrisy of the World Government was not lost on him either, in fact you could argue that them doing it was much worse. Doing it to enact fear to the world, ensuring that these executions were enough to prevent anyone from confronting them which did nothing to crime in the islands themselves. And still they couldn't care less. Why would they when they can just live comfortably in their own home. What was Lorenzo's view of this? Forty years ago he had made a promise to himself to never lethally harm anyone or anything. Not that violence was completely barred from, he was a matador after all. Oh and a marine they also were involved in physical confrontation at times, which he had yet to see any. "EVERYONE ON DECK!" Lieutenant Shavo would once again call them up. Seemed like they had once again reached the island that was the only time the entire crew was called up to the deck. And what they saw, left most marines in shock, icebergs were in the middle of the ocean and the entire island was in ruins. While it was similar to what had happened in Ocean's Naval the difference was all the island had been completely destroyed. In this situation the island was very much there, they were able to see collapsed buildings, decapitated humans and something that not even anyone expected. Shattered and frozen in ice people. The works of a devil fruit user. This was only the entrance of the island as well, they had yet to see what was inside the island. The occurring shock had to be quickly dropped, the people were frozen on the spot but it was quite possible that those who had not been shattered were still alive and could be alive. For the first time since he got on the ship Shavo acted like a proper helper of the people. "Keep your mouth closed and put on a smile. The situation is grim as it is. No need to make it worse" Something that Lorenzo couldn't agree with more.
Quick to dispatch to the island, they were given these weird looking conch shells. Apparently when clicked they would release a intense amount of heat allowing the ice around the people to melt. While Lorenzo was not convinced such a thing was possible, he had no reason to believe that the marines were lying to him. There was an eerie silence echoing through the island, everywhere you look there was human icicles or the remains of one. Not only that but a third kind of death had appeared on the island. People seemingly crushed by into a pulp, what kind of monstrous strength did you have to have to be able to do that. Some of the more squeamish marines would add on to the disgust with vomit.A giant gust of wind burst through the island,a fiery red trail following the gust of wind. The sound of hundreds icicles being shattered would break the silence in the town. There was no need for scientific conch shells when precise sword strikes brought the same result. Of course the rest of the marines would need to be there to provide warm blankets and hot coco to ensure that none of the unfrozen people died of hypothermia. All that quick movement came to stop when Lorenzo would spot a child surrounded by the corpses of men, they were cut down with a quick knife through the neck it seemed. The kid was shaking, and mumbling a few a things to himself. There was a blade on the kid's hand, it was stainless, he wasn't the killer of these men. Most people would ask if the kid was okay, but Lorenzo could tell without asking. Placing his estoque in it's sheath he took a few steps towards and sat down next to him. The kid startled would quickly crawl away from the marine, his hand clenching the knife harder as well as picking up a small bag. The clinking revealed that it was a bag with money however it's design was one that was made around this island. A soft sigh came from the man's mouth before speaking softly. "Hard day isn't it?" If that wasn't a understatement. Following that a soft chuckle would come from the marine, the kid looking bewildered and furious would glare at the marine but he expression broke. The marine had tears falling down his eyes even as he chuckled. "Never does get easier...but moving on is the best we can do for now. Come now, be the change the world needs." Rising backing up, Lorenzo placed his muleta on his back before dashing off from the scene.
Quick to relay a message to one of the marines about the child who was in a alley in the island. Lorenzo and the marines quickly went around saving as many people as they could. Then the repairs would start. A lot of the people in the island weren't in any condition to help but the story of the matador who freed everyone from the glacial doom would spread like a wild fire. A hero, they were told, may have not been here to prevent the accident but he had been here to save them. A week later the crew was ready to depart, unfortunately there was no happy ending in fact this island only served to worsen his situation on the ship. The crew wasn't happy about what they called, Lorenzo hogging all the glory, and only worked to further annoy him during their missions. ((1000/1000 Repairing and Reimbursing Mirror Ball))
Thaddeus was back, back to finish the final step in his plan. Docking in clockwork Island he was already the monarch of the entire blue, but it wasn't enough. Or at least wasn't what he was here for. Naturally people underestimated his ability to make something out of nothing, which was exactly what he was going to do here. Mirrorball Island was famous for it's extravagant festival which happened once every year. So Thaddeus waited, all this time he waited, for the security to be laxer, for people to be distracted with the coming attraction rather then the true reason he was there. Doskoi Panda, not a person, but a place. A factory that is. Doskoi Panda was a well known fashion line, being as extravagant as Thaddeus was you'd think he'd be after some exclusive loot. But over the years you could say he'd matured. Thaddeus knew that under the cover of exporting clothing, Thaddeus could smuggle his guns all across the grand line. Which would bring him riches beyond what anyone else could muster.
Stepping off his boat the ginger gringo, draped in a polar bear mink lead the way for his army of thugs, each of them armed to the teeth, and ready to kill. Thankfully there hadn't been much killing since Thaddeus had gone legit. Hostile negotiation was it's place taker. While Thaddeus wanted to enjoy a bit of the festival he knew he had to get to business first. Walking up 30 deep to the factory Thaddeus' gang waited outside, entering alone he would see the fear in some of the employees, but they were in no real danger. Killing niggas is wrong, so he would simply force his way through them. Displaying some of his own real conquer's haki, before him will all his might, his wealth, his status walking before them the young upstart who took the government my storm. 2,000 words had never been so frustrating to type, who knows what would be the next thing to pop out of the terrible mind of Edo, not even God Edo himself knew. So as he sat, bored then a b***h he wanted to stir a ruckus. Since he was little Baby Edo had been known to start problems if he was too bored. Reaching the executive office of Doskoi Panda, Thaddeus tapped it lightly, politely asking to be let in. Of course he'd already come with an army of armed thugs, so knocking at this point was for shits and gigs.
Entering the pristine office of the CEO Thaddeus marveled at it, he was taken by the polished birch wood floors, and the many on many golden plaques dedicated to the companies success. Thaddeus was done with petty blue collar crimes, the goal of every real gangsta was to go legit. Doskoi Panda would be the legal front to his criminal underworld endeavors. Looking back at the greats of the previous generation all those he looked up to coming up in the game he would think of which approach would work best. Taking a seat in the mahogany bergère. The entire time glaring at the overwhelmed CEO. The man came from the civil life, probably the last thing he expected was a hostile takeover of his workplace by some pirate. Before Thaddeus arrived before him, he'd tried frantically to contact the marines. But Thaddeus had already prepared for that. "Hello, hello, hello! I hope you don't mind me dropping by." The one eyed pirate would say to the balding cooperate exec. "W-what are you doing here?" Leaning toward the desk of the nervous exec he would say. "I'm a big fan, I own everything you guys put out in the last winter collection. Hahah, I'm here to invest! I'm looking to become a partner." A puzzled look in on the CEO's face he'd expect was that, but in the business world money was not to be rejected. Reaching for his folder the CEO's attitude would noticeably lighten. "Well haha, I'm very surprised to hear that, and I'm pleased to hear that." Shuffling through streams of paper work the CEO would pull a manila envelope from his desk. "This is the investment form. Here you can find a list of potential investors, as well as the terms and conditions for investments. Sir if you wish I could have you sign the paperwork. Once that's done I'll have your request sent up to the rest of the partners." Slamming his hands down. "******** that! Forget the paper work. With me here today is 1 million beli cash. Now with this money I'd like to waltz right over and sit down on your side of the desk. Between me and you not even a diamond encrusted seat would cost me a milly, 250 thousand goes to the partners, 750 thousand for you to get the the fück outta my chair. How's that sound?" The pirate bartered, violence wouldn't get him far in the civil world. But white-collar violence was something else entirely. Watching the sweat build up on the fat balding middle aged man's face Thaddeus could tell that he was being backed into a corner. Putting the nail in the coffin, deathly serious Thaddeus would open his mouth and utter. "This is only my first offer, so please take your time." Rasing from his seat Thaddues would trot around inspecting aspects of the office, before pausing at the large window behind him. The aging man would pause in shock, a look of thinking too hard plastered his face. Turning to face the Ginger man dressed in all white. "A tantilizing offer, but I'd like to cons-sider all my options before I make a critical decision."
Staring out of the 5th story window Thaddeus would look down toward his army of hired thugs, he would stand there quietly listening to his business associate conclude his dialogue. Only to answer with a sigh. "Did you forget I have about 60 or more armed men outside? Just reminding you, because you seem like you forgot. I, how would you put this... have you by the balls. Not my best choice of words, I know. My friend you don't really have many choices here." Listing on his long bony fingers. "You either; A, allow me to legally buy the current shares, for now a discounted price of 500,000 beli. B, f*cking die as I take the warehouse. Or C, sit there like a blubbering idiot while I prepare to make a choice for you. What's it going to be?" The gringo would say pressing his forehead against the balding head of the frustrated exec. There wasn't much options he could take, the law would side more with Thaddeus as he was the current ruler of East Blue. And a murder like this he could easily cover up under the guise of the yearly festival. Exicuted without flaw Thaddeus would sit there with that same s**t eating grin that was always creeping back onto his face.
Sitting in his new throne Thaddeus would move into the Doskoi Panda warehouse. This would now be his front for his weapon production project. The first shorty on the sea about to burst into the underworld scene. Thaddeus knew from his previous exploits that Guns were the future. Every man and his mother would want a explosive round pistol at their disposal. and avoiding all the legal work Thaddeus would maneuver through the grandline to move his product. But he had another client in his sights, he would definitely have to check back with that little scheme on a latter date. Letting his thugs set up shop in the work area down stairs. The back of the warehouse would be converting into a gun laboratory. The taking over of clockwork island would open up brand new business ventures for him, as well as the sea in total. No longer would the sea live by the rules of the strongest. Instead the blackmarket would rule over the sea with an invisible iron fist. Smoking on a fat cigar Thaddeus would have to wait and see the finalization of his plan, but all was well regardless. The stones had been set in motion and it would only be a matter of time until he started an avalanche of events that would thrust in at the for front of Paradise. Doflamingo spoke about a new age of pirates during his time. Having some sort of greater perception of the events conspiring around him. Thaddeus was the same, he believed the new age of piracy was soon to be upon them. And the only man whom could stand at the for front would be Thaddeus, no one else was more capable of making the world move from behind the scenes. When the world awoke from it's slumber the game would be drastically different.
If he was going to be doing business on legal and illegal fronts, Thaddeus would need an alias of sorts. He couldn't be caught in this stage of the game red handed in some crime. Last time it took him weeks to escape from the marines grip. Leaning back in his executive chair Thaddeus' grin would turn into a burst of laughter. Thinking about what it was that he would name this organization of his. He would need someone to look after his property of course. Making sure no marines grew too suspicious of his endeavors. The perfect candidate would have to be someone he could some what trust, but someone he would more or less know he was confident he had some kind of control over. Thaddeus had little use for most of these lazy rookie pirates, all of whom where incredibly simple minded in their pursuits. Knowing that many of men didn't have the haki inside their hearts. They didn't have the fuel in order to continue toward glory like Thaddeus did. Somewhere along the path he would perhaps find one he could entrust, but until then Thaddeus would have to keep a close eye on his property himself. He knew that people would try and gain notoriety from taking him down. Thaddeus' future was just beginning to take shape he'd be damned if some 70 million beli brat was going to try and get in the way of that. "The sea, she's calling out to me again. When I'm alone, I can't hear it. No matter how quiet I am, only when I'm here, a lit sea king cigar between my fingers, thumbing through plunder from the night before. I hear it clearly, the call of the sea... The unknown and the unconquered, callin out to me. The day that I hear it for the first time, I decided I was going to be king of the world. I decided that I wanted the power to take as much as I please, whenever I please, however I please. And I wanted the power to give it all back If I ever chose so." Thaddeus would say staring into the mirror at himself. Sometimes he needed to reassure himself of the objective he was fighting for. Tying his red hair back Thaddeus figured he needed himself some new digs, he hadn't gon shopping in over a week, which was a very long time for a superficial man like himself. Making himself comfortable in his new office Thaddeus would strip down into his burberry waist coat, sitting this his legs crossed he would attempt to read the paper, with the whole 1 eye thing reading was a bit of a choir for him. Keeping up with current events in the world he would be forced to sit back an wait, perhaps he would even get set back in his achievement by the salty committee, but the posts were already done. There was nothing left to take or give to him, the world was virtually his. He wasn't nervous in the slightest because there wasn't another whom showed enough effort to match his pace. Being a stay at home drug dealer was beginning to pay off for someone atleast.
Tawara was on one of the street corners looking around. His mood was the opposite of everyone else around him. There was no individual that stood in his way. Also, there was no one yet that knew this was about to be a raid. Tawara had a bag of peanuts he was chewing on. Tawara had a mountain of thoughts flowing through his skull. Yet, he wasn't one who hesitated. It was time to start the raid. When Tawara grabbed one girlfriends boyfriend. She didn't aid him in trying to stop Tawara. Tawara headbutt the guy in the head. Immediately knocking him unconscious with his good strength. Tawara wasn't sure what this guy had on him. There was one way to find out. Tawara reached in his pocket taking all the boyfriend had on him. Also, Tawara grabbed his girlfriend, and took all her money as well. There wasn't going to be peace. Tawara snickered flying through a few crowds of people above. Dropping in between all of them on the ground. Tawara liked the faces on those who were in terror. He grabbed people. Hit other people around him. Taking their valuables, and what was precious to them. This man was finally out of the peanut business. Getting straight forward to his raid. The others who were getting beat up by Tawara. Imagined that he couldn't catch them all. It was actually surprising how fast Tawara could engage his target. Once his eyes were focused on them. Tawara was one of the most aggressive pirates when it came to raids. Peace and prosperity were the last two things on his mind. His raid was bringing hardship to others. On the contrary looting more money in his own pockets. Tawara was not running low on money. This area in Mirrorball Island wasn't poverty stricken either. Tawara wasn't afraid of the adventure, of the misconceptions life gave. "I desire to build in my own character those qualities of self-reliance and the strategic ability to master obstacles, and profit by mistakes, and develop strength out of defeat. Which are my outstanding characteristics." Tawara possessed a gallant soul. He then proceeded by taking some more money off the locals that were in the area. Tawara caught sight of the possibilities of the principles of self-suggestion and began. Immediately to harness and put work into his own goals. Tawara worked out the raid some more for his application to prove all of his ambitions effective. Tawara was certain, a pro-found muscle-bound guy whose characteristics he wished to absorb into strength. Tawara was studying the people he robbed. He thought. Men are subject, also, to the same law of attraction. Go into any cheap boarding house district in any blues, and there you will find people of the same general trend of mind associated together. Tawara stomped on one guys face. His face was seething with stupidity, and weakness. As Tawara walked away he began to think some more. Men who are successful always seek the company of others who are successful. Tawara was wandering how he could fit his interests into his own lifestyle as a pirate. While men who are on the ragged side of life always seek the company of those who are in similar circumstances. "Misery loves company." He spit in with an annoyed face. Tawara seeks his level with no finer certainty than other pirates. Who seek the company of those who occupy their own general status. Whether it's financially or mentally. Tawara found other illiterate pirates that he didn't want any common with. Since they were stupid. Tawara just saw them as hobo's. They would be miserable if thrown together for any great length of time. Together, or not together. Tawara finished giving some other guy a one-two with his punches. Which made the man fall on his back unconscious. Tawara continued by taking the mans money as wel. Tawara mixed his raids good. Tawara had no desire to develop the ability to be equal with other pirates. Maybe to excel the strength he gains by possessing more power. Which gives off a sign of more power than other other pirates. Concise and forceful strength that overpowered anyone that got in his way. Pirates didn't have the qualities of patience and fairness toward all mankind. However, they did have a keen sense of humor. Much like a tree his experience would grow. The acorn attracts from the soil and the air the necessary materials out of which to grow an oak tree. That oak tree would be Tawara in a sense. The tree never grows a tree that is part oak and part poplar. Every grain of wheat that is planted in the soil attracts the materials out of which to grow a stalk of wheat. It never makes a mistake and grows both oat and wheat on the same stalk. Meaning Tawara wouldn't bend. He was straight-forward and narrow-minded. He was a brute. One the other hand, going into any other community, and there you will find some more raids. Tawara nodded. One of Tawara's friends from the North Blue died of tuberculosis within a year. Tawara sighed thinking of this tragedy. He was loading his pockets with more money. From those weaklings in Mirrorball Island. Believing now was the time for him to leave. Vitalizing his mind with his next adventure. Tawara had vanished upon leaving Mirrorball Island.
