So she was allowed to do what's she wanted. Well she always liked to help people plus she might even get a promotion if she truely helped out Merlin with taking them in. The two individuals seemed to be doing this strange fight dance in which Merlin was quick to put a stop to. As they were thrown in to the ground Juusa decided to combo off that fling. Charging right behind Merlin and launching a leg drop towards the dou that was sent falling to the ground.
He was flying with the tip of her blade pointing up to the sky to cast the glare. The light scuttle of a few flaps shrinking her pupils in keen focus whilst the bridge of her nose made a tiny wrinkle in amusement. Hnnmm. He would have seen it too--how beautiful the passage was to see his own body fly up through the looking glass sword, swept up in it's murky blood bitten haze. Where she came about, comfort was met once in the womb and afterwards all she knew were needles and snarls. Life itself wasn't captivating but what if it were dangling on the edge? One of the best things about battle with weaponry was to mark their current lives at the sight of themselves in the surface of a worthy blade. A partial sadness flew by her face, wondering if she could get past this without even bleeding. Too numb to react until he struck a nerve with his iron snake grip.
"s**t" She was lifted up, tossed like an air balloon only to be caught in yet another forklift again. Twisting in a double arc lead by the stronger one tossing her in a downward beam. The bladed whip sword jostling it's grip loose of her in the clip of speed enough for Ahn to spiral out of it almost unintentionally. Wolves left nothing up to luck as it only glorified the Sheep. WHOOOOFPH-KLINT-KRACK-KRACK-KRACK-KRACK!---Hhaargh!!" Kicking off the Winged sandbag to jut off, she swung her sword to catch it onto the ledge of the high throne of wood she filled with bodies earlier.
Knocking the loose wooden beams of a section-fort down their way. Tied by old ropes and stones to balance it for weight, when they'd all fall it'd be like raining objects crumbling down a pertinent wall of Lyneel. Landing until a pool of umbra would make her alert to a possible threat above. ...! Though slightly dizzied from the whipping whirlwind of momentum, there she spotted the falling form of some random whose leg was quickly descending to cast a shadowed guillotine drop over her face. A weakling dressed in Blue Red and Art Deco Gold. Her nostrils flared in that vacuum of time their spirits soared. .....yah. (You)
Only a baby would coattail another. Gripping her blade ever tight. At this point it almost seemed she would commit to having her skull smashed. First lesson. Never offer meat to a bloodstarved beast. Lunging forward to stomp heavily down the leg at an angle where bone would break as the form of a dropkick would have flattened it to make it easier for her to do so. Chnk--KHLUHK--KWOOOOPH! Followed up by the cleaving arc of her sword tilting in the air to where she'd grip the blade to cut the swing into a quick spike-jab at the shoulder. It was a waste of time to commit to a wide arc up this close and with her claymore.
To her, skin sometimes had a way of calling out to her, almost like it when it wanted to be petted or in this case--begging for impalement. What could Ahn do but indulge someone who thrust their all just to go down one direction just to get hurt?
All that would be left is to kick her off the ledge that was behind the Marine Cadet, coincidentally open from the chunk of unenforced wall Ahn wrecked down her way. Join the dirt already as one.
Tragic. Everything was going just as planned. A man's twisted body gave lift to the woman's dark fantasy and it all looked like things would be in Adrian's favor. A love that would have shone brightly would be shut down just as fast as his own form would descend from his perch within the skies. "Dammit." It was all he could utter out as he felt the grip tighten on his ankle just before he was forced out of the air. His mind took him back to just moments before; where he had heard his name being called. Back then, the Shandian figured it was a fan of his. He thought it might have just been someone cheering him on in his dance of battle. The shifting forms of a man and woman that could only make those around them burn up with jealousy. Adrian was oblivious to the fact that it was quite possibly someone who would actually act upon that jealousy. It was not until his form crashed into the ground that he really put it all together. A roll to the side and a quick spin kick upward would allow himself back into an upright position, but his eyes would still try and take hold of the new scenery as the dust of his impact continued to settle.
"..again?" Of course, this was in retort to the male claiming that the two pirates were under arrest. It was not something the Shandian really wanted to hear at a time like this. He took a deep breath, aiming to release his frustrations out before things got too heated. "Why.." But he really could not contain himself. Adrian was having a blast in the small time he was fighting the woman. These marines though? They always seemed to ruin any fun he could be having. First, it was in Kano and now here in Lyneel? He was tired of these disgusting blue suits destroying his path to pleasure. The separated sections of the sword that his female companion had dislodged herself from would retract and come to look like a regular blade. "...just leave me alone!" And he'd whip it out again, lashing out towards the one who decided to take away his freedom within the skies. The whiplike attack came from below, mimicking an uppercut that would slash instead of causing bludgeoning damage. The kid was fast, but could he do much while in the air? Surely speed meant nothing when you were generally floating around waiting for yourself to hit the ground again.
Current Tantrum :: 426 Overall Dilemma :: 6,577 215 [ 005 ] Health
Not long. A miscalculation in their house. It would appear the young child known as Merlin would be mistargeted. Or had he not fallen the same as the duo? Well, albeit certainly not as quick as their hasty plummet into the ground. A heavy hand would swipe the air in front of him, taking with it a breath of debris. Ahn had been precise in her counter, attacking at a point when he was actually falling. In the short moments during her plummet, a fall would undoubtedly leave the young Vastaya child airborne. Where as Adrian had elected to wait, to hold off on his assault with speech and delusions the Marine cared for what he wanted. Not to mention, any mention of being under arrest would have already placed the white haired prodigy on the ground. His hands within his pockets, and red eyes glaring upon Adrian. He had built quite the destructive name for himself in a short amount of time. Nevertheless, after his wordly rebuttal he would begin a counter measure. Remember the five feet? Merlin would ease toward his own right side to evade the passionate sting of the blade. And like a wil-o-wisp he would approach swiftly in two separate bursts of speed. [PepperJack Dance] His fist would lean back as he traversed forward, and all at once he would send his right fist aiming for the left side of Adrian's abdominal. Well, he was still small, and it wouldn't do well for him to aim much higher. Nevertheless, he was fairly certain this man like all others would simply forfeit. They always forfeited, all of these Pirates were so bold. And evermore so weak.
PWR 380 || SPD 365 || END 195 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 150 || HP 659/659 || SPI 204
❝⊶𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪⊷↴
ACTIVE TECHNIQUES::
Technique Name: Pepperjack Dance Description: A fleet of foot motion that allows Merlin to traverse small distances in a singular bound with relative swiftness. Due to the short distance start, the user appears to only feint from right to left, but with increasing capabilities one is able to use this technique to a far deadlier degree. -Can be used Three [3] times before a One [1] post cooldown is required -For every Ten [10] Speed The User has, they are able to move One [1] inch
Of course helping others was what she loved to do as a marine but that didn't mean that getting her hands dirty in a brawl wasn't fun either. Maybe it had to do with her being part shark but stalking someone down before being able go in for the kill was always very thrilling. Of course being a marine and her training had made killing a very negative thing even if it was towards pirate. Hunting down fish help ease down on her killer urges. Rubble seemed to fall around them from the destruction the two pirates did, the look on their faces showed no remorse towards those they had caused pain to. Would anyone really care if they were killed? After all it would make the world a better place if two pirates were permanently removed from it.
Seeing Merlin almost instantly go into action had caused a chain reaction of Juusa going in right behind him. Not taking her time to figure out a plan before hand. Drop kicking two people who had sword was probably not the smartest thing to do. While the fit and muscular man was taken on by Merlin she had the pleasure of dealing with the female pirate, quite the looker she was. Shame that they had met each other in battle rather than at bar having a sweet cup of coffee. As the woman let gravity do its thing she had attempted a weird leg drop combined with a cleaving Juusa's shoulder with her sword. Separating her legs apart quickly allowed for the leg drop to miss and allow the woman to touch the ground. However with her momentum carrying her forward the force of body would still be targeted towards the woman waist which Juusa would attempt to wrap her legs around. With the sword being swung downward Juusa quickly try to smack the handle of the sword to knock it away from hitting her shoulder and attempting a grab to the woman's wrist.
『 Juusa would move split her legs apart from each other to avoid the leg drop, then wrapped her own legs around Ahn's waist pushing her slightly. Smacking the sword away from her shoulder and trying to grab Ahn's wrist.』
Where was it? The blow that should pierce the skin to splash them both with crimson jewelry? Instead her fingers now felt the sting of the stronger swat. Her piercing orbs strumming rust now turning to a damp matte of gore in their exchange. She's fast. A sensation learned, excitement was added. Her foot would now stomp where that leg was moved. but did this maid not know any better?
From that spot, Ahn lunged forward again, carrying all her strength and into her now pressed knee to slam against the inguinal area of woman who dared to think that such a simple tactic would lock down the wild boar. If her opponent was made of metal between the legs then perhaps the pain would be less imaginable. Her sword gone as it whistled from the knocked grip, clattering on the ground a few feet away though her wrist was caught.
Little Bird, A crook in her neck sounded, seeing the now crossarm made by the straightened arm of her opponent from that sword knock attempt. Like knocking nail off of wood, her coming fist would be the jabbing hammer with the nail being the girl's elbow in a sea of stringy muscles. Now falling back with them both so that the girls legs would be crossed/trapped beneath her back Making for a fluid break for Ahn to kick up the jawbone of the girl with the concentration of her heel.
There was something to be said about the amount of times a man could find himself disappointed in his situation. The bullet of a child sped towards him with such ferocity, that the Shandian himself began to feel a little jealous. However, now was not the time for mixed feelings. As the punch to his abdomen connected, Adrian could only unravel the highlight reel of his previous escapades and wonder just where he went wrong. Was it Kano? Was it Goa? Perhaps he should have stuck around that other little fishman kid. He may have served as a distraction here while Adrian got away. Flipping himself through memory lane, the darker skinned male came back to the beginnings of the current day. Was it coming to Lyneel in the first place? Even though the Marines that aided the first two kingdoms were not something to scoff at, this one was on a whole new level. No, perhaps it was when he decided that the battle with the sexy lady was more important than his escape. As he fell deeper into darkness and the memories of the previous moments passed on by, he could only smile. No, even that was wrong. That fight was more important than survival. It was more important than the current one he was kind of in. It was the thrill. The thrill of not knowing whether you will win or lose? The dance through combat was always his favorite, but only when the sides were even or a little bit stacked against him. With a puff a dust, the Shandian's form hit the dirt below. However, he'd have a slight smirk instead of the usual defeatist face. He realized something in the short moments he took to take to the floor. 'Nothing I do is wrong.' He would most likely be sent to jail again, but he would break out. Adrian could simply return to raiding and destroying in mere days. However, it may prove more worth his time to find people to battle. The girl whose name he never got and that Littlefin kid who raided Kano and Goa with him. They were at the top of his list of future opponents. Then, after the Shandian felt it was time, he would have to strike the Marines in order to find this cosplay child and his electrical outlet.
Current Tantrum :: 393 Overall Dilemma :: 6,970 215 [ 005 ] Health
He would remain silent, and speak not another word. Instead, the small fish like child would step casually around the fallen frame of the downed man. With the one motion he would raise a foot, pressing it to the man's throat. Lifting his other foot from the ground that for but a brevity, his neck would have to support the small child's weight. Soon after, would his left foot stand upon Adrian's chest. Covered, of course, by the shoes he wore. Merlin would begin to press down lightly with his right foot, of course aiming to crush the mans wind pipe, but not so quickly. No, his red eyes wanted to watch the life leave the man. As if intrigued, highly interested in the process of death. "I'm getting real tired of you ********, pairuts." His red eyes turned blue, and he stared blankly at the man beneath his feet. His voice had shifted back to that childlike bewilderment he was known for. He would blink and look up, then behind him to where Juusa and the other woman had laid. His right foot finally relieving the mans breath that he may draw upon the air once more, Merlin would walk slowly over toward where the two were still combating one another. Once close enough, Merlin would swiftly kick toward the distracted womans head in an attempt to knock her out. After she had fallen, not only had she pinned Juusa's legs but had also pinned herself, and Merlin did oft grow tired of these short lived battles, but they kept him human. Well, as human as a fish could possibly be. Antlers aside.
PWR 380 || SPD 365 || END 195 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 150 || HP 659/659 || SPI 204
Every movement was to be done with quickness and precision, no wasted movements. After all justice was to be delivered with upmost perfection. When the crude foot of a pirate came barging down on her own leg once again simple and delicate movement would avoid the stomps. "No use asking politely to turn your self in, hun?" Well it seemed like her superior had dealt with the other pirate and would most likely come to back her up. There was no need for it, Juusa had everything under control but his help would be appreciated.
The pirate would do a lunge for whatever reason, a waste of movement as Juusa had herself wrapped around the waist of the pirate however the attempted knee slam was something that required attention. Pushing her head forehead and giving the female a soft kiss on the nose, her hands would drop down on to the woman's knee. Pushing her entire body upwards and unwrapping her legs so her entire body would move upward. Making a handstand on the woman's knee aiming to give a strong kick to the face where Juusa had given a kiss. "Sorry about the face sweetie" Juusa would say when the woman aimed for a blow on the elbow a simple push of the woman's leg and some few feet of distance was created between them. Just in time for Merlin to come in with a quick to the back of the woman's head. "Ew" Juusa would cringe even she could feel that kick.
『Juusa just moved her leg to avoid the stomp once again. Kept Ahn's knee from hitting her by holding i down with her hand then attempted a kick on her face. Jumping away from the woman to avoid the punch. 』
Knocked out. In her moment of malice and opportune strike, her posture cut off, a mallet to the head was what she took in the form of a kick from the smaller one. White explosion, at least a stagger, a quip, her heels scraping the ground and eventually the fairly tall woman would fall over. Barely to remember the soft kiss that would have disgraced her from it coming with a tease or the insult that she could not have once caught the bloodshow she wished for.
All she would remember was an apology and her words and a look of twisting disgust and confusion briefly. Now on the ground, her claymore across the scape. Another. Another time maybe, where she could enter that blood cloud haze of lust and vindication. Another time maybe, to enter the realm of an all time high.
Limp, lost, and seemingly lifeless, she would not wake up for a while. The coal of her blood growing dim as the shapes and colors of the souls before her morphed into darkness. Once more the bloodwright maiden had accursed to count more masses behind her eyes in vengeful lullaby. The ruby transfixed it's selfish gaze and it would dull from the fight it had seen but faded in it's sheen since it was long forgotten.
"For my trouble." His eyes flickered Red for a short bit, sliding his hands into the woman's pockets and retrieving a portion of her earnings for himself. He stared upon the Beli with a bit of disgust, knowing that the Government would undoubtedly reimburse the people That aside, the World Government never felt a need to take Beli from those whom did wrong. He would pocket the money before making his way over to Adrian, fidgeting with his pockets until he had done the same to him. "Huh, is this all. What kinda thieves is yas, bub?" he would ask the unconscious man. Eyes once more returning to blue. He settled before scooping gripping the man by his legs and dragging him like a cart. "Well, camon Juusa. We gotta to turn them in." he would speak back mildly. A wave of pressure cracked across the world, perhaps only the fish boy had felt the wave. But in that instance he could feel his arms zap themselves of strength. The once insurmountable power he held in his muscles had waned to a new world order. "Dekura?" He remembered the battle of Lyneel, and how the young boy had gotten so much stronger within that short brevity of time. Nevertheless, he could only imagine this was the work of a Poneglyph. Had Dekura obtained another one, and changed the world this much. Pulling Adrian got a lot harder, not that he couldn't manage but he definitely felt the difference.
"How c** no one evah notice this." He would speak while dragging Adrian onto the lone man boat, he secured one to the other and began his soft drift toward the Marine Headquarters. He had heard several alarms go off since he had been here. Whatever Pirates were moving around were doing so rather quickly and without pause. Brave? No, cowards, as many Pirates were. Costantly trying to evade the capture from one such as Merlin. On the move, and fast, so where the hell was every other Marine tasked with doing their jobs?
[exit]
PWR 380 || SPD 365 || END 195 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 150 || HP 659/659 || SPI 204
Just like that justice was delivered swiftly, not as beautifully as she would had hope. A blunt hit in the back of the head and the woman falling down on her face wasn't the greatest things. So it will not happen, quickly moving to the woman Juusa held her before she fell. Pulling her close to her arms her head pressed against her breast. "You know....you should be careful with your strength. Could have killed someone" Juusa would say running her hand across Ahn's hair. When the superior closed in to the woman he seemed to take some of her money for himself. How...ugly of Merlin. The expression on her lips turning from friendly smile to a frown of disgust, "Not meaning to sound like a broken record, hun. But taking taken goods isn't part of our job" Juusa would tilting her head towards the kid however he suggested that they took the pirates back to base. Rightfully so, there had been a tedious amount of alarms of pirates attacking South Blue. While she was suppose to defend her own North Blue the protection of the world and all its beauty was something she had to do. "Very well. You take that man and I'll take her back to base" Lifting up the woman and holding her in her arms like a bride the trip to her lone man boat was quick. "Beautiful golden eyes" Gentle lips would press against the pirates cheek, placing her head on her lap as the boat sailed back to base. (Exit)
Here he was, the man of the hour himself, Thaddeus Boone. Here to take another kingdom in his name. This was the final one, if he could take North Blue the world government would have no other choice but to acknowledge him at this point. He was the hottest up in coming rookie on the aristocratic scene. Which to the big wigs up in Mariejois would mean nothing, nothing until he gathered more momentum. And here he was, like a snowball rolling down a mountain the ginger man was becoming more and more powerful by the day. Now in the home of liar noland. Thaddeus would complete his journey, unifying each blue under his banner. Thaddeus had defeated the Coil Family in West blue, he'd defeated the Outlook Family in East blue. all that was left for him was to topple Lyneel and raise his banner. Entering the old country Thaddeus wouldn't exactly be greeted at the gate. Whispers traveled fast in high society, whispers of how the House of Boone was making a return after generations of silence. The progenitors of of the Clan were making a massive comback. 2 out of the 4 great kingdoms of the blues flew their banner. South blue had yet to recover from Dekura's attack not only that South blue was homely and had nothing to offer Thaddeus and his campaign. He would leave the south to the rebels that based there. But back to what I was saying, any noble wanted The Boones as far away from their kingdom as possible. Lyneel was no different. Greeted at the gate with pointed spears, Thaddeus' expression turned from his usual schemey grin to a bitter sour scowl. "Do you boys realize whom you're pointing those weapons at? Standing before you is non other then Thaddeus Boone. The biggest name in the blues, do you realize I could make life for you and your families hell?" The one eye'd man would threaten in a low soft almost non existent tone. And just like that the atmosphere would change drastically. While the soldiers seemed unshaken at the threat, and Thaddeus knew damn well that he could pump all of these simple minded lyneel spear men full of hot shells if he wanted too, he could blow open these gates if he wanted and he could walk up to the King of Lyneel and blow his f*cking head off with a shotgun, kick his wife and children outta the house, and claim the throne by force if he wanted too. But unlike his younger self this new Thaddeus realized petty crime was not the way. Taking everything by force meant nothing was truly yours. See Thaddeus' objective is to return his Family back to Mariejois where they belong. And for him to get there, he needed to be accepted by his peers. Signing Thaddeus looked back at the angered Guardsmen. "Think about it, if you're stopping me at the gate then you already know who I am, and why I'm not allowed to enter." A point he way trying to make. However the guardsmen didn't want to hear it. Taking steps forward the men would attempt to shoo Thaddeus away like some type of animal. "I think you boys are making a mistake, you're siding with the wrong man." Thaddeus would argue taking steps backward. "If I wanted violence I would have brought my combined forces, and this kingdom would be mine in an hour. I could have all of your stupid a** heads on a pike in half that time." While he couldn't help himself from talking sh!t, the spearmen had not other choice but to listen. And Listen they did, and the more Thaddeus spoke the more sense he made. If the one eye'd man wanted war he would have brought his warriors with him. Instead he came alone, this idea baffled the guardsmen. Looking at each other in confusion each man was taking in what the ginger haired trigger man was saying. Each of them thinking critically about what would be best for themselves. "Ahhh, ahhh. That's what I like to see. Cogs spinning, gears turning. I can smell the fumes coming from you critical thinkers. Just think, and don't think from the stand point of a guard.... because that'll get you killed." Thaddeus would say, motioning one of the pointed spears away from him. Moving in the middle of the formation Thaddeus would speak to the conscious of each man collectively. "With my 2 armies backing me, and when I return for the throne. And I kill each of you... Brave. Brave. Brave men. and I behead ummm who's in power here again?" A small commotion between the men would commence. "Okay, okay, okay shut the f*ck up. I didn't ask all that, and do you want to know what boys? BECAUSE IT WON'T F*CKING MATTER WHEN I HAVE THE F*CKERS HEAD ON A PLATTER!" Thaddeus would scream, starling each man into lowering their spears. "Yeah, that's more like it. You'd all do good to turn a blind eye to my affairs, once I'm done. You'll all still have a job, and your lives. Which is what all of us really want at the end of the day~" Thaddeus say, patting the captain of the guards shoulder, before making his way into the kingdom. Each guard stood frozen, not in fear but in shame. They had made an vow to protect Lyneel and her people. But they had to bend to an unrelenting, unforgiving force. Mightier then any army, and more lethal then any blade. They had to bend to reason. Turning back to his men. The Captain of the guard seemed to be handling it the worst. And who could blame him, for generations that man had been Watching over the king of Lyneel and to lower his weapon without a fight, to a damned political assassin. He couldn't fathom it, turning he would rush toward the red haired marksmen, whom now was a good distance away. Laughing his usual disgusting snicker.
The captain was going to rush him, and thrust his father's spear straight through Thaddeus' chest. "STOP!" an other guard rushing in front of the captain, his arms spread to take the incoming attack. "Captain Stop!" The young guardsmen would scream. More guards leaping into action trying to hold their captain back from spazzing. "Bwaah! Damn it, get the hell off me! I'll kill that cocky p***k... It's my duty!" The men would wrestle trying to compose their honorable captain. "Sir, there's nothing we can do... We are doing our duty by standing down!" The young guard would scream stripping his senior officer of his weapon. "Doing our duty by acting like a bunch of gutless cowards! Bullshit! That man is an enemy to our King, that man is an enemy of Lyneel!" The captain would cry fighting amongst his own men. Each man making good points, and while the captain was honorable, serving his king and country to the best of his ability, he was only 1 man easily being defeated by the 6 others restraining him. "Captain! Return to your senses goddamn it!" An older officer saying, slugging the senior officer with one good uppercut to the stomach, knocking all of the wind and rage out of him. "Kuroko is right, we've done all we can. This game of thrones as nothing to do with common folk like us.", "We understand your frustration all of us feel it too. But Captain Halmar, ask yourself would King Regis sacrifice himself for you 1 man?" One of the guards would ask. Falling to his knees The captain of the guards would feel overcome with sorrow. Feeling like he'd betrayed his oath. "My father... My father's father... and his father before him. All stood watch over Lyneel. They'd fought wars for Lyneel, they'd lost limbs and friends for the sake of the kingdom. They'd stood day in and day out, rain, sleet, or snow. They'd seen Montblac Noland's execution. and they were here when Montblac Cricket returned with a piece of the golden bell. They'd seen it all." Ranting to himself, it was a struggle that only could be felt by those 7 men standing there. It was a pain that no one else could feel. "Now, confronted with adversity I feel as if I disgraced their memory..." Feeling lost, the captain would sink lower into the dirt below him. While he made it seem like the world was over, there was something that the youth could do better then the old, and that was adapt. The young guard was feeling the exact same pain as his captain. He'd had generations of his family serve in the guard. In fact his brother was on tower watch duty, while he was on front gate duty. But the fact of the matter was that each man had a family. They had brother, sisters, wives, and sons they wanted to go home to at the end of the day. "Sir, more then anyone we understand. We've been out here day in and day out same as our ancestors. But at the end of the day, there must be someone to rule this kingdom, and their must be men here to protect this kingdom. Always... " Looking up at the youth, the captain would watch tears fall from the young guards face. "It matters not who rules this kingdom, so long as there is a ruler. I matters not who stands at the gate, so long as there is a guard. However what does matter is who will raise our children if we die here? Who will raise the future gate guards for the future king. The way I see it-" "The way that we all see it." Another guard would chime in. "The way we see it, we dropped our swords today, in order to pass them on to the men of tomorrow... and there is no shame in that sir."
Making his way toward Lyneel Castle, Thaddeus had the wind on his side. It seemed to blow guards out of his way, The city guards laid down their arms, the castle guards laid down their arms, the court guards laid down their arms. While the people were fiercely loyal nothing could stop the enviable. "It sickens me." a guards would whisper as Thaddeus passed. "It's the only way, we have no other choice." Another would answer. "Better 1 man die, then 100,000." and 1 man would die. Marching straight threw the front gates of King Regis' stronghold, pistol in hand Thaddeus would explore the elegant fort. Searching for any sign of the king. Searching High and low, Thaddeus would kick open the door to his quarters, much to his surprise he wasn't there. "Huh that's strange. People are usually right where I put them." The ginger would say to himself. Turning Thaddeus would be confronted by some of Regis' trusted guards. "Come to try and stop me aye?" The ginger would ask, taking aim at them, but not really taking them seriously. Standing there with stone expression one guard would step forward. "The king is no longer here sir." not really to Thaddeus' surprise King Regis had fled his own country, sitting in his seat Thaddeus would begin to chuckle. However the guards didn't find the situation funny. "Regis II was our king, while we may not have been able to stop you from taking power. We stopped you from unnecessarily taking a life. And while it pain us to say, we have successfully kept our oath to our king, and our land. Neither of which will perish today." Huh, the ginger would think to himself. While he didn't really care about Lyneel and it's people in kinda, sorta admired their loyalty. "Very well, I will persue Regis the 2nd no further, but as custom. The king has fled his territory, I now lay claim to it. And you would do well to serve me with the same loyality." Thaddeus said, meeting face to face with the guard. "Because if I sense a smidgen of doubt, a wee bit of hesitation when I deliver and order. I'll kill your first born son... Now. Get the hell outta my chambers."
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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. ~♪
It seemed as if Tawara had to walk up a mountain to get here. This kingdom was so big. Tawara had spent some simple time in a post-and-beam log cabin nearby. This was the North Blue where Tawara was born and lived. Not specifically Lyneel though. Tawara spent a long Wednesday resting from all the past raids he had. Now Tawara was back at his machismo full strength. Gaining all of his vitality back. He continued through the kingdom grabbing random people. Taking what they had, and leaving them with nothing. The usual. A few bruises on those who decided to put up a fight. Tawara did all these types of things. The picture was he was a pirate, and no one could stop him. Tawara wasn't home. He decided after this. Tawara would take a trip, and see what his old hometown looks like. Tawara drank a little too much last night. The bourbon while he ate grilled thick porterhouse steaks that he ate with fresh corn. Vidalia onions, tomatoes, and smoked expensive Cuban cigars. Can you believe he was only seventeen! Tawara had a hell of a lot of fun when back in North Blue. Tawara knew the North Blue like the back of his hand. Tawara saw someone in his line of sight. Jumping in the air, and literally jumping on top of them. Landing directly on them squishing them under his feet. Tawara reached down bent over. Reaching in their pockets and taking their money. "A real nut job. Hahahhahah!" It didn't get better than this, he thought. Tawara flicked the thick ash from his cigar in his mind. Onto the wide-planked ground. He couldn't even remember a time like this in his life where he had this much fun. Of course he was still feeling the bourbon from last night. Matter of fact he had the bottle still on him. Tawara broke the bottle threatening someone to give up all their money. With the bottle's sharp broken end pointing at them. Tawara was completely in control of the raid. Tawara didn't like murder though. Tawara was earning some more money through his raids. Tawara held some guy who referred to himself as a gentleman. Raising him by his throat and squeezing with his big burly hands. "Don't make me angry now." Between them Tawara was very overpowering, terrifying, enormous in size. Tawara grinned. The man gave up his money with Tawara smiling. The civilians in Lyneel were all getting beat up successively. His fists flying in all directions. His punches held no prejudice. Smirking. He heard the clinking of beer glasses which made him turn his head. And stop what Tawara was doing. Tawara could hear a celebration between two unaware guys. Tawara looked at them as if he was prepared for war. Both of them dropped their jaws. Throwing money at him running away scared. As always Tawara was pretty much being a bad guy. His piracy was brutal but also it was very interesting adventure. Tawara recounted all the times where he met shrimps. That didn't cross him and ran away scared. Tawara dragged another guy out making him give up his money, too. Tawara was covered in muscle with a large body in general. Beyond recognition. His size was very enormous. Tawara had shocked this woman as if he electrified her with his incredible muscles. Tawara reached out to her. Grabbing her by the hair. She gave him the money she had. Tawara wasn't the most creative pirate to be raiding. Still his muscles had given him answers. Without question Tawara was using his muscle and brute nature to get what he wanted. Tawara started to walk some more around the area. All hell would turn loose if he didn't get what he wanted. After his 'mad minute', Tawara began kicking chests of men through windows. The kingdom remained, however, there were many people who were brutalized by his raid. Tawara grinned. Tawara was walking around eating popcorn he stole from some kid. It was a raid! You could take some little kids popcorn! Tawara headed down a road in the kingdom. Tawara had the body of someone that was highly trained in the military. He just excessively was the biggest guy you would see. Height and size he ruled over in fishman. Tawara had physically changed so much over the years. His hair was now gray. He didn't laugh easily. When he did everybody would usually laugh with him. Surprisingly had a crazy large body in these teenage years. He had hooded brown eyes with thick bushy eyebrows. It almost seemed as if he wore everything military style. Tawara was in his most impulsive attitude right now. Tawara headbutt some loser with strawberry blonde hair. When the guy dropped to the floor. He reached in his pockets taking his money. "Light-weight." Tawara opened a door that was locked. With his legs kicking the door down. But, didn't find anything in the house. His first image was this place was very empty. He shrugged walking out. Lyneel was boring. He left with his earnings. Not leaving much of a trace where he left to. Tawara covered his exit. Leaving quickly before authority could find him.
XXX Following Shinra's "orders", Astraea headed toward the docks, where she intended to wait patiently for the poor man she had lassoed along. Before she reached the destination however, a storefront caught her eye, and she put her hands on her hips as she contemplated diverting her course for a moment. "Well we probably do need some snacks. ." There was no way she could go on a trip empty handed! What if the people aboard got hungry?! Thirsty?! COLD?! It was better to prepare now! With that in mind, the young woman stepped through the doors, gathering the supplies she'd need, piling anything that caught her interest into her arms until she could no longer see. It was a sign that it was probably time to check out. . .
The mildly concerned staff was kind enough to bag what the woman had decided to purchase, including but not limited to an excessively large amount of oranges, bandages, blankets, sunscreen, water, and various other fruits and vegetables which nobody had the heart to tell her would probably expire on the trip before they could be used. Hefting several bags along her arms, she was off once more, albeit at a much slower pace considering the newly added weight. Once at the docks, Rae simply waited for Shinra, smiling and attempting to offer a wave to catch his attention, grunting slightly at the effort since she had not disengaged herself from her purchases. "I'm all set! Please let me know if you get hungry! Or thirsty, I got drinks, too! And I got some extra blankets so tell me if you get cold." Clearly it was difficult for her to not fuss over others. Tilting her head, she'd examine Shinra's face, squinting for a moment, golden eyes gleaming. ". . Have you put on sunscreen today?"
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The trip to Lyneel was without much fanfare and pleasantly orange scented. "So, how long have you been doing this?" Astraea glanced over to her companion as they stepped back onto dry land, making their way through the rolling green hills to the kingdom they'd been assigned to reimburse.
