So this was Kano Kingdom, or at the very least the entrance to the kingdom. It would be a huge shame if he had gone all this way only to look at a poorly kept dock. Seriously the entire dock was a dump with vomit, cracked alcohol bottles, and bullet shells? Wasn't Kano suppose to be this grand and wonderful kingdom? Full of people who believed in honor and any of that cheesy way of the warrior. Docking his ship Guzma would reconnect the anchor to his ship before throwing it over the hull and tied to the ship to the dock. Stomping on the wooden flooring a few splinters flew across the air, the place was as rundown as it looked. Well it was time to go have a little look at the nearest town. Hopefully that was taken a bit more care of than the docks which now that he thought about it he had seen no one. So maybe it was just not used which could explain the condition.
It simply wasn't the case in fact the nearest town was probably in a worse condition, maybe it was the bodies lying on the floor. None of them were dead, which he would have preferred, they were simply passed out on the streets like hobos. The entire town was in ruins and it didn't look like it had been attacked, it was just plain neglect that caused the ruins of this town. Passing by the street one of the many hookers would walk up to Guzma asking to blow him for some money. "Get away from me!" Guzma snapped at them pushing her away, maybe with too much force as she fell on her rear and started to cry. Then started to blabber about some sort of drug, now that she had mentioned he did notice many of the citizens in the town had red noses. He had though that was simply a style they had but it being the cause of drugs would actually explain a lot. Drugs ruined lives and apparently towns. "What in the world happened in this town" Guzma would ask the lady who just kept weeping until he slammed his foot down. The noise making her jump as she explained the situation the best she could, there was some information messing since she wasn't a major important character who knew everything. What she did say was that a new highly addictive drug had started to be sold. People stopped working just to spend their time relaxing with the drug in their system. ((429/2000 Take Over of Kano Kingdom))
Locks of jet black hair would be brushed towards the wind as the lone man boat came to a stop. A kingdom in ruins. Drugs everywhere. Possibly to mask their agony. No matter how bad things seemed they could always rebuild. Something Leo could assist with. Without a doubt. First the evil must be uprooted to purify the land. Teeth would grit as the Criminal would cause a woman to fall down in tears. No longer would he sit ideal. Something had to be done about this evil swine. Razor sharp edges would gleam in joy as they were released from their sheathes. “Halt! You Brute!” A broadsword in his hand that pointed to the dark skinned male. Ashen hair. He looked as if he was going to continue his corrupted ways so he needed to be stopped. “You must leave this area. You are doing more harm than good. You can leave willingly or I can force you out…permanently!” Rage wiped his emotions. Eagerness. Excitement. There was so much that could be said about this moment. The moment to do good. The moments he in fact lived for.
Drugs, Guzma never thought that something like that could have devastating effects on an entire country. Mainly because he never had experience with addiction, at least not any of the big three which was sex, alcohol, and drugs. Never saw the point of it, after all all they were was distractions from what he could be doing. Which was building up his empire and making sure his grunts were doing work, making sure piece of s**t pirates stayed away. Looking down at the sniveling woman, this was the main reason for his anger of pirates. "SHUT UP! Stop feeling sorry for yourself and doing something about it. You have no one to blame for what happened besides yourself" Guzma snapped at the woman. Only resulting in more weeping, yeah he wasn't the greatest in the face of tragedy still his resolve didn't change. Heading towards the woman, planning to shake her until she stopped crying. Yet the sound of someone else yelling would draw his attention to said person. A young looking man with a sword pointed at him started to talk about making him leave the kingdom before he did any harm. "What in the world are you talking about?!?! I just got here. Look why don't you back away before you get hurt." Glaring at the man as he took his hands out of his pockets, Guzma intimidated most people with his height being 6'9 while slouching and muscular body. Of course there were bandages wrapped around his shoulder and his right leg. Having not taken the time to rest and let his body to heal itself from the past few islands he had took over. Injured or not it wasn't smart to poke a bear. ((717/2000 Take Over of Kano Kingdom))
Grand cosmos is in motion. The steel ever wavering. This boorish hound would continue to show his hatred for a woman in dire need of help. Instead of being a good Samaritan he decided to dismantle this poor woman while she was at her lowest. Treat her like absolute garbage. Yet, he was the trash he was the garbage. “I’m aware you dip s**t. I followed you. Waiting, watching. Yet you have proven you aint about s**t!” A hand now weighed down by a piece of earth that he hail married across the distance between them. Aimed to strike the brute right in his brow. A catalyst, the rest of the crowd joined in with the launching of debris at this man. Chants rang out. Demands. Things like "Go Away!" "b***h you whack!" Light skinned dusty haired delinquent" Echoed throughout the land. It was clear that he was not wanted here. "Filth should be fought with filth." Leo was the peoples Hero! They all just needed something to believe in. This is what they were given. Broadsword gripped in both hands as he took his stance. Ready. It was time for the evil that was pirates to be wiped off the face of the planet. It was to start with this degenerate. Parish.
Guzma wasn't the brightest tool in the shed but he knew when he was a general nuisance yet he at the moment all he had done was arrive at the island. Who was this little kid yelling at him as if he had caused the destruction of the town. He had done no wrong, well besides yelling at the woman so what. She is a grown woman it's not his fault that she had spent all her money on drugs and that sort of things. "Dipshit? Alright you punk you wanted to talk all the s**t lets see if you can back it up" Guzma would be inclined to go easy on the guy since he wasn't in the mood to fight someone. Seeing this town in ruin reminded him of his old home that had been destroyed by pirates. But no the guy had to become completely uncivil and throw a patch of dirt at him. A patch of dirt! As the dirt neared his face it would crumble apart, dust being sent to the right. The onlooking civilians wouldn't know what happened it was too quick for them to see. Yet any one with a quick eye would see dirt smudges on the knuckles of Guzma. As the roar of the crowd got louder, his patience started to wear thin. Now even the people in this town was against him? He literally had done nothing wrong
"SHUT THE HELL UP! I DON'T GIVE A s**t IF YOU WANT ME HERE OR NOT. THIS KINGDOM IS MINE! AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU OR ANYONE COULD DO ABOUT IT" Stomping on the ground much like a child would however unlike a child the very earth cracked beneath his feet. Glaring down at the man that caused the sudden onslaught of insults towards him. Putting his hands in his pocket Guzma started to take steps towards the man getting all up on his face. "GO AHEAD SWING YOU b***h!" Guzma would roar at the man, inside his pockets his fist would clench ready to beat the man into a pulp, in fact he wasn't only ready he was planning to do it right now. Reaching face to face to Leo Lee, Guzma would throw a punch directly into the mercenaries gut. ((1097/2000 Take Over of Kano Kingdom))
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"A poor choice in words... " Gill interjected Guzma, his soft trodden footsteps echoed across the vacuous streets and alleys with force. He hated to so rudely interrupt such a passionate exchange between filth, but the wails of those who suffered at the hands of pirate tyranny guided him to this moment. Perhaps it was his own misfortune, the souls of the suffering cried with such anguish. How it pained him to listen to their agony, the torturous turmoil of their unresolved lives tore through to the bone beneath his rotting flesh. Men and women, and even children, were not spared from the vicious cycle of depravity that substance abuse wrought upon the kingdom of Kano. Just what sort of monster could have single-handedly destroyed an entire nation for the sake of their own profit? Having passed the almost corpse-like bodies of the Kanoan citizens strewn about like leaves in the wind it made his dry veins run hot. They clamored for justice. This demand for a swift death to evil could not go unacknowledged.
"Confess to your crimes and you will be dealt with painlessly, evil. But should you not --" His words paused, the creak of his riga mortis laden joints squealed as he readied himself into an attacking position. "I will slay you immediately." Gill's threat rang with clarity. There would be no apprehension for those who committed such foul sins. Death was the swiftest course. One he would pursue to until the end of his life -- or perhaps afterlife. This was the path he had chosen for himself, there was no turning back now.
Lerry Jive
PonderingPenguin
I've been informed that your takeover, halts when interfered by another character. I don't know if you're counting your regular words or not but it won't increase from this point.
Back it up he said. Blade still an extension of his arm as its peak would point at the head of the furious criminal. Leo could feel his pain. He reeked of depression and Drake music. The feelings and emotions radiated off his brightened pigment like it was telling a distraught narrative. A tragedy. The shame. If this brute could somehow transfer that anguish to a heated passion, maybe just, maybe he could be a worthy adversary for of his blade.
Through the crowd another ashen haired character emerged. Steps of fire and flare. Nothing that the Hero of Heroes could not do of course. Thus, an entrance as such could not go unnoticed. Funny how the one bellowing innocence is the one attracting a substantial amount of justice. Leo did not know what the white knights game was. Nor did he care. He could tell the jacked fiend was a marshmallow. Soft and squishy but just seemed to expand in heated moments. A sheep in wolfs clothing. “A Hero strikes only when HE is ready!” As Guzma approached hands in his pocket and yapping his gums, Leo would roll under a nearby grocery stand to gather some distance. The behemoth was triple his size a frontal assault was beyond idiotic. “Mythical Kick of Triumph!” Not missing a step he bellowed like only a warrior like him could. With such fortitude and grace the Mercenaries leg launched forward, a breeze of elegance would guide sole of his boot to a nearby stole. It stood no chance against his might and neither would Guzma as it soared through the air aiming to crash into the disgruntled face. Knowing this was not enough to keep the brute at bay Leo again motioned backwards to ready for another assault.
Suprise suprise, the man was all talk. Ignore the fact that Guzma was physically bigger and likely stronger. Getting in punching range would be dangerous if not lethal for the smaller black haired male. All the guy did was back away in fact he jumped behind a stand. Not exactly the kind of action that made people believe in you. Doubt and regret filled the people of the town, if only they learned to regret their previous actions. You know the reason why they had a run down town, where crime and prostitution was running ramped. The same town that decided to side with this random stranger and start to insult him for apparently ruining the town? "Oh you're showing me alright." Taunting the guy in hopes he would come out from under a grocery stand. Before Guzma could reach for the other a newcomer appeared and much like the other guy started to spew nuisance, leaving him only a few feet away from his opponent around seven feet. He couldn't really tell. "Another one who likes to yap and yap. If you are planning to attack me then go..." Guzma wasn't one for dramatic pauses but his attention was drawn directly towards the man who flung a stool at him. The stool shattering against Guzma's head as he turned to see the man running once again. No more Mr. Nice Guy Guzma, he was hoping the guy would build enough confidence to attack head on but no instead he had a stool kicked at him. "THAT'S IT YOU PIECE OF s**t" No slow pacing, no intimidation all Guzma did was charge at the man at max speed. Quickly attempting to grab the man by his hair and slam him into the ground. ((Whoever Wins Gets Kano Kingdom))
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Lerry Jive
Kazzoh
Scholar of Ignorance
Have to quote you tell you that your island is being taken with this fight.
If his malicious host was going to be so insistent, then how could he possibly refuse? Since the option of surrender seemed to be off the table this affair would have to be settled with violence. Well, that suited him too in his own way. He honestly had no intentions of speaking with ilk of such ill-repute more than what he deemed necessary. The offer of peaceful apprehension was little more than a professional formality. If he had it his way there would be no such trivialities in his dispatching of justice. Alas, this was a world governed by laws. Ones he intended to follow to very end so long as they aligned with his own justice.
Carefully his eyes judged the distance between them. "Two paces, around eight feet then. If I can manage that I'll go for the killing blow." Bending to a squat his feet slowly spread apart to support his weight. The creaking of his atrophied muscles and joints pulling to stretch was almost audible at Guzma's range. Gill had hoped to limber up at least a little on this trip but there was no helping it now. He'd just have to settle this in one blow. He was patient in waiting for the opportunity. Death could make one lose track of time, something he now had plenty of. Waiting... perhaps no more than an instant or two. Just until the wind blew just right. The gales turned. A stool. A cry. The strike of thunder. Guzma's speed was difficult to track. How deceptively quick, or were his eyes just slow? Regardless, it was not the beginning he needed to concern himself with but the end. Guzma's barreling run would have to come to a stop eventually for an attack, that was when his guard would be the most lowered and when it did he would be there. Sure enough, almost exactly as he predicted Guzma reached for the luscious locks of Leo with garish brute force. All the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, but that was enough of an opening.
Gill sprinted off in the same direction, cutting the distance by moving in a straight line to save time. Even with his slow, stiff, and rotting body he should have had just enough to meet him at the end of his slam. His left hand sharp like a knife, fingers jutted forward to cleave through Guzma's neck with a strike. A hand thrust aimed for his vitals. The fall of the executioner's axe, his motto rang true -- Slay evil immediately!
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Lerry Jive
Sorry for the double quote forgot to put in the stats... also stole this little stat bar from one of your formats Lerry.
PonderingPenguin
Hope you guys don't mind me using the updated stats btw. It doesn't make much difference against Guzma regardless. Let's have fun.
No more fun and games it seemed. The brute would charge forward at astonishing speeds. Levels of velocity that at the present time Leo could not even compare. Yet, still a distance he was a requirement for travel. Using the environment around him the boy would grasp the grocery stand by its sign as he leaped backwards. Quite a mess was created as the stand tipped backwards. Lettuce would be bounce upon the concrete. Tomatoes would begin to spill from their fresh wounds. The array of produce that was present on this small stand was nothing short of impressive. Nothing the young male had an issue paying for. At least not right away. When he became the HERO this world deserved, that it needed! Splinters towards Guzma’s shins would be the end goal. Lord Lightskinned would be met with a rigorous pain. Maybe even cause him to be catapulted through the skies with astonishing fashion. The male was moving fast enough as well as the many distractions present could grant this feat plausible. The other male was of no harm to him at the present time. An eye would be kept on him but he would primarily be focused on the raging bull.
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PonderingPenguin
My bad. I had much to catch up on. So posting was the last thing I could do. Forgive me please!
As the fight continued a small crowd will start to form on the edges of the street. Every single place Guzma had took over started and ended with the same story. First he arrived at the island, he was confronted with someone, then a fight ensued one that he ultimately won. He thought that this island would be different after all he wasn't facing a individual in this island rather he was facing substance abuse. Not something you could punch in the face, but because of this confrontation with the marine and mercenary he had to deal things the old fashion way. A savage beat down. The people of this town kept a good enough distance where the trio shouldn't worry being disturbed by them.
Seemed like the so called hero was playing a game of chicken. Throwing a piece of furniture at him then deciding to flip over a food stand to keep his distance while putting a obstacle between them. Mistake one for the other guy was assuming that this flimsy piece of wood would be able to stop him or even be considered a obstacle. Bringing down his arm the entire stand was destroyed with one swing, splinters and wood flying around. "Is that what you call an attack?! Pathetic!" Guzma continued his pursuit not paying attention to the tomatoes that had been spilled on the ground. The juices causing the ground to become slippery, one unfortunate step and Guzma was sliding across the ground. Swinging his arms around trying to keep his balance, he soon lost his footing and fell on his back.
A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd, as the remarks from before only got worse. "Clumsy idiot", "Retard Pirate", etc. None of this was very good for his temper. One good thing about this was the other individual, the marine, had decided to chase after him. It was good, he needed something to punch. In one quick push of his back Guzma would impressively get back on his feet. Looking directly at the marine seeing if the man was going to continue with his charge. ((Whoever Wins Gets Kano Kingdom))
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Lerry Jive
Kazzoh
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[Enter from Toroa]
Back in Ridus Village, things started to get weird once Thaddeus, under the codename of Mister Zero, confronted the Marine ladies who were taking part in a humanitarian action to assist the inhabitants of the village after it was damaged during a pirate raid. She knew he was not that good of a person but she did not know yet that he was the kind of man to try and extort money from the Marine with an information that might or not help them in their search for the missing recruits. Fortunately, she was not on bad terms with him. He even gave her a gun when they were still in Thriller Shock. Since then she started to practice with it and it resulted in her acquisition of a new ability. Never did she expect to become a user of firearms herself. However, that was of no relevance to what was on Samantha’s mind currently. She felt weird, even now that she was several kilometers way, on a whole different island, just by remembering of the reason. A black haired Marine with the most beautiful pair of thighs. Her face was lovely as well. It was something Samantha could not understand completely, the so called love at first thighs. At the time she did not know why her heart raced nor why her cheeks reddened and felt hot. Even a, self-proclaimed, genius scientist like her had times when she did not understand something at first. But now, as even when she was calm the ‘symptoms’ returned when thinking of the person, she was able to confirm that she had really fallen. However, those thoughts were not things she was used to. They were not things she should be having. Not her, a person who was barely able to talk to others because of work or a business transaction. They were thoughts and feelings for a normal person. The so called, and detestable, riajuu. Without even forgetting that the other party was a Marine. The current Samantha was not a criminal but she worked for one. Thaddeus was a mercenary. Although not a pirate, he was still considered a criminal by the World Government. And she was about to become a wanted person as she made her way to the kingdom of Kano.
Samantha knew that Thaddeus had the resources to sponsor part of her research from the funds he was given by his sponsor. However, given the state of the organization and that there was also a future they had to think of, Sam decided to make some money on her own. It was not the wisest of the plans but it was, at least, effective in terms of money acquisition. To rob a bank. If she made it right, she would be able to obtain a large sum of money that could allow her to buy the equipments she needed to advance her work. Research and practical tests were expensive after all. Luckily, she had the means to pull it off. This plan of hers consisted in remotely opening the lock of the safe and carry several gold bars and jewelry left with the bank of Kano for safekeeping. All of that without anyone in the bank knowing she was behind it. Unfortunately, part of the profits would go to her partners in crime. Men and women who worked for the underground world of Kano and had to distract the people who worked in the bank while she emptied the safe. The girl had to thank technology and the advancement of civil engineering, otherwise the plan would involve more risks. The bank’s walls had a metallic revestment as well as iron beams, to make the building sturdier and the safe impenetrable. If not for her powers. While the personnel was distracted, she tore open the walls of the innermost part of the bank, that was connected to another building, owned by the local government for safety reasons. Once she infiltrated that place, it was a simple task to know where to open a hole. She just had to follow the plan. It was a good exercise for her powers, allowing her to test her limits. There was quite a bit of noise but her associates were in charge of creating a distraction, so nobody noticed the slight tremor she caused as a fire raged in the main areas of the bank. It did not even take her ten minutes to break in, secure all of the content of the safe and leave. She delivered the bars and jewelry to the ‘transporter’ and left as if nothing happened, with her share in cash.
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It was finally time, everything, all the ups and the downs all lead straight up to this moment. Riding in a stagecoach Mr. 0 and his right hand man Mr. 1 seated comfortably in the back while the same old man driver from Inada. Thaddeus had a trust thing and if the old man could handle being shot at by some desert bandits, he was alright in my book. As the old rusty wheels of the wagon pulled ever so closely to the entrance of Kano, Thaddeus could feel the momentum building. "All this time Yusuke..." he would mutter before breaking out into a gentle laughter. "All the strings i had to pull, the people I had to tolerate." Now sparking a cigarette, the cowboy would peer out the window taking in all of the painfully familiar scenery. The stage was being set, even though he'd lost territories in the east, as well as Ridus village. It would make no difference. Every other territory would be allied underneath Thaddeus' might... And now Mr. 1 was back. And soon Kano Country would be underneath Thaddeus' rule, soon Baroque Works would be able to operate without interruption. All of the pieces were falling into place. "I've already made preparations for our arrival." Thaddeus would explain to his greasy haired friend. "I've awakened some of our sleeper cell agents within the kingdom already. I've estimated about 300 or so guys disguised as guards. Now mind you that the security in Kano has increased dramatically over the last 12 months, if anyone so much as spots us, it'll be a nationwide story." The one eye'd man would say, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. Just in case Yusuke wasn't following along, just as he normally did. Thaddeus would have to sneak into his own country. Just to rally his men in order to throw a coup-d'etat. Since Thaddeus abrupt removal from power, The world government had issued a substitute from Enies Lobby. While Thaddeus wasn't particularly familiar with the clown they'd put in office, he was more familiar with the Marine presence within the city. A newly made barracks, while Marine occupied the territory which would have never happened underneath Thaddeus.
"I've sent members of the Assassin's guild to poison the marines." While the marines ate at their mess hall, their food had been tampered with by a renegade group of assassins now working underneath the umbrella of the organization. With the Assassin's drugging the marines, Thaddeus had ordered them to be tied up, one by one. Stuffed into their schooners and sailed off into the high sea. Killing them would create and incident that would distract from the main objective, not only that it would bring about waves upon waves of unnecessary attention only ensuring West Blue's further marine fortification. "The marines should have sailed out into the bay early this morning." As Mr. 0 has instructed his Assassin's to strike at breakfast. Leaving Thaddeus all of high noon to make his appearance. "By the time we arrive at the gates, I'll be the signal for our millionaires to flip the script on the city guards." Thaddeus would snicker. Traveling on the rocky road to Kano, the stagecoach would keep on trucking. Adjusting his satin white tie Thaddeus looked dapper then a ******** in his all white suit, accompanied by his 300,000 dollar polar bear mink coat, and his light green gator shoes. He had to make his return to power as dramatic as possible. He had to rub it in the face of the haters that tried to knock him down in the first place. If things had gone the way Thaddeus had planned. He'd have already been named a Shichibukai. Hell Thaddeus was named King of Kano and the World Government didn't even meet with him. The world he found himself was a strange one indeed, now approaching the massive oriental styled gates of Kano, Thaddeus would giddily shift around in his seat. "I love it when a plan comes together!" He would say. While the stagecoach pulled up to the door, upon the walls of the Kingdom a tower guard would call down. "State your business. Under orders of Commodore Ginseng not to allow any unauthorized personnel into the Kingdom" THe guard would say, clutching a rifle firmly in his hand. However what he didn't know was below him, within the guard barrack a mutiny had taken place. All those in favor of sidein with the true King of Kano united to force the enemies of the nation into submission. As the gate watchmen spoke most of the marine loyalist had already been defeated or drugged and shipped off. That watchmen was perhaps one of the last lines of opposition left in Thaddeus' way.
The sudden cocking of a gun would end the long silence while the Marine watchmen waited for a response. Face to face with one of his sworn brothers, the young tower guard would find himself on the wrong end of a standard issued rifle. "W-what?!" the man would mutter, before being shot at point blank. The impact of the bullet lodging itself into his chest would send the young recruit toppling down off of Kano's great gates and into the mote that lies below it. "Now that was a little brutal... even for me." The ginger haired man would say finally stepping out of the stagecoach. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he would pull out a stack of beli, handing his trusted driver his fair share. "Alrighty then, let's get back into the swing of things." Mr. 0 would say, the gates of the kingdom wrongfully taken from him, reopening to their rightful king once more. With Mr. 1 at his side, Thaddeus Boone the excommunicated king of Kano would return, strolling around the streets in all his grace. The reaction from the people of the city was a quiet awe, a deathly quiet. They feared that Thaddeus' return would anger the world government and perhaps then Kano would never be affiliated with the Reverie. Unfortunately what the people didn't know was that Thaddeus was generally their best chance at getting a shot at representation at the Reverie he was young, savy, and fully of ambition. It was honestly shocking that the government hadn't already sent him an invitation. Finally reaching the end of his little stroll around town, Thaddeus and his men would stand before Kano's castle. The symbol of justice within West Blue, standing before the castle, Thaddeus' fur mink would flutter in the wind as he ascended the steps to his own castle. No matter how they tried to strip him of it, no matter how they tried to downplay his achievement. Thaddeus would have done something not many a man could have. He rose to power, fell, and rose again. Truly a marvel among men, something like a folk hero Kano's prodigal son had returned for his throne. With no sign of the marine commodore, it was clear something was wrong? It became evidently clear that Thaddeus had something to do with the commodore's disappearance. Whatever young marines were left to oppose Baroque Works were quickly discouraged from standing their ground by the sheer number of troops Thaddeus' and his gang could muster. Besieging the capital, it was the quiets revolution you've ever heard. So far only a single bullet was fired, and only one man died. Behind him all of the new found supporters that Thaddeus had managed to obtain while traveling throughout the West. Thaddeus desert bandits from inada, the musicans from Yo-yo island, sailors from Ocean's Naval, Thaddeus had gained the support of over 1,000 men and all of them where here today. Marching on the capital, a thick cigar in the ginger haired man's mouth he and his army would walk through the marble floor corridors of Castle Kano. Reminiscing on the events which unfolded here, it would all come back to him. The same feeling from Thaddeus' initial rise to power, except it was now tenfold. Pushing through the solid oak doors to his chamber, The one eye'd man would finally be seated back in the throne of the West. by this time the Civilians had broken into a full on riot. Cheers and praise had begun to flood the streets of West Blue. "The old king is back! Long live the king!" the people would say. Camera men began to barge their way through, this event was going to make global headlines. Thaddeus Boone had returned to prominance after nearly 2 years of silence. Snapping pictures of the young king reclining on his throne, Thaddeus would begin frantically laughing. "I want to share my happiness with all of my people!" he would shout. "No longer shall we close our gates to the outside world! We welcome all to share in our celebration!" and with that, Thaddeus would order the gates open, reclaiming his rite to rule as well has the support of the people. This would be one of the only times when The world government. Try as hard as they like, could not stop a man from shining.
The band would begin playing for him, women would sing and bring flowers for him, the food and drink would be near endless. Kano had never had such a feast on this scale. Even the hardass Yusuke would be forced kicking and screaming to have a bit of fun. However if you looked at Thaddeus his face was grim as ever. Even though he'd ascended back into the limelight, it wasn't enough. His enemies were still right around the corner. The time for rest would come at the time of death, Mr. 0 finally had control over an entire country. With his new legislative power he could begin his operations as the secret head of the shadowy Baroque Works organization. Even though he'd lost Misses 2 and 3 the organization had already replaced them with new members, much stronger then the last. Reclining in his seat the ginger haired man wondered if they would become a problem for him later on. Never the less, he would be prepared... or as prepared one could be in this confusing upside down world. Flicking the but of his cigar onto the floor, the old king would rise to his feet once more, making his way toward the balcony of his chambers. Overlooking the people, Thaddeus would call out. "People of Kano! With the return of the old king, I promise you a new wave of prosperity." speaking firmly toward his servants and subjects. "We shall change the course of history, we shall dictate our own fate within this world, and leave behind a legacy of unrivaled stature!" the crowd roar would drown our the newly coronated king. It was then, when a ring bearer came rushing toward the Young Master. Within his position, the bejeweled crown of Kano Country. The ultimate symbol of power, placing it snugly on his head Thaddeus and Yusuke had completed their objective to conquer the west... even through the trials and tribulations they can say that they did it. Watching the insignia of The Boone Family being raised up high above the castle. Thaddeus Boone had returned to the world, Baroque Works had returned to the world. It was truly a fantastic time to be alive. Shooing reporters aways, Thaddeus and his men were finally behind close doors, where they could share a couple of drinks, and maybe a laugh or 2. Baroque Works had nearly conquer the entire west. While Kano would give them all the permission that they needed to govern the rest of the row, it also gave them the perfect cover from the marines. Phase 1 of their plan was completed. Within a world full of opposition, where people sole purpose is to stop you from progressing, Thaddeus Boone thrived. Not many people could say the same, merit was something that was earned, not asked for. And when it came down to it... Thaddeus had more gall and tenacity them most.
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