Ark watched as the pirate moved quick on his feet, dodging the attack from the rather loud marine. His blade hitting naught but air. Ark observed for a moment as the only two civilians ran by him leaving the room through the only exit immediately available. Ark nodded, blade in hand as he swung it in such a way that cause the blade to face downwards. Then he would utter a few words. "My apologies but this may be necessary." The man's rather normal one might say. Fitting to his appearance. Then he thrust the blade into the floor of the room. The room began to shake almost...in fact a good portion of the building was likely shaking. The room distorted directly in front of Ark, floor boards, walls, support beams from below began to change into what almost looked like a tidal wave of what once was the room. Then it would move forwards, as if Ark was unconcerned with who was in the way. The attack seemed to be intended to push both his fellow marine as well as the criminal through wall and into the streets below.
Marine Log
Hazard Wave Used (Damage before blocking is applied = 50)
Samael of Light
Chaos Reclaimer
Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 10:17 pm
With shield in hand, Gran thought he was all set but the man suddenly threw the bed at him, throwing it up with a kick. Since he was still in a low stance from having rolled, there was a gap he could use by kicking off the wall behind him. Rolling once more, below the bed this time, he would stop a few meters past the armored man, on the other side of the room. Only then would he notice the calamity that befell the brothel. A wave of debris was shot released by the second man towards where he was when the bed was sent flying. He did not know how, only that the man did something to move the building itself as widespread damage was caused to it. He did not even know what happened to the armored man who was attacked from his back by the wave. All he could do was wait for the man's next move in order to decide whether he should try to approach or find a way to escape from this man and his dangerous skills.
Vot'gul looked to his side as the wave was coming at them. Whom ever was creating this wave had zero concern for either party, and was clearly not perturbed by collateral damage. So be it. Gran ran past Vot'gul and the armored marine gave chase. Both of them managed to evade the wave of wood, nails, and splinters that reduced half the room to ruin and warped the opposite wall. Vot'gul heaved himself up, jumping into the air and readying a fist as he brought it downward towards Gran. Something peculiar would happen with that arm, it would bulk up briefly before any potential impact. Upon landing the blow on Gran or, if that missed, the floor at their feet: An explosion with a thirty foot diameter would rock the building, sending the resulting shrapnel into the street below as the opposite wall of the wave would explode outward.
Techniques used
Technique Name: Pamu Pamu no Hinja no Bara Description: Vot'gul can cause a body part or weapon to swell up before hitting an opponent or inanimate object, causing an explosion in a radius around the point of impact appropriate for the tier. The damage caused is strength [+25 - +200] [Power is 85 total] Trait(s): [Devil Fruit] Effect: [Damage l AoE | Upscale ] Range: 10 ft - 50 ft [30ft] Duration: 1 post Tier: 1 - 5 (Using 3) Cost 25 - 200 (75) Base: [Strength]
Ark observed the movemens of both his fellow marine and the criminal. They managed to make it out of the way of the wave which continued onwaves breaking through a good portion of the room. However while he was in the doorway Ark was in a bad position for his style of combat. Too close to the enemy. The true downside was that he had destroyed one portion of the room already. He didn't take too much time into thinking as he would move and suddenly he saw the other marine's arm swell and while he was unsure if the blow connected one thing was for sure...there was an explosion...he took the bit of time he had to jump down into the large ripped apart floor from his earlier attack to simply assure he would not be caught up in the explosion. However whatever was left of that room before hand was gone now, and likely part of the larger lounge like area of the brothel as well. Fortunately it seemed since the women had left the brothel had been evacuated of civilians as well as the surrounding area. This meant they would not have to worry about harm coming to bystanders. Ark would begin to move in order to position himself closer. He was going to be fine with taking a hit or two but he would need to get close if he wanted to deal out a proper attack. Hopefully without also catching his current ally.
Being chased by the armored man, Gran was surprised by his mobility as he jumped in that armor. Seeing his arm swell, Gran feared that he might have a power as devastating as the other, but couldn't guess that his arm would explode. So he simply rose his shield and hardened his muscles to receive what he expected to be a powerful punch. An unfortunate choice of his as the man's arm gave origin to an explosion that knocked him backwards and further destroyed the room. The blast itself could not tear through his shield but was strong enough to send him flying like a projectile, breaking through the wall on the opposite side of the one that was destroyed by the wave, as well as the floor. He crashed into a different bedroom of the first floor, that had already been emptied as his own was destroyed by the wave of debris. "Son of a b***h! This is a place for pleasure!" he would shout, angered by the destruction caused to his favorite establishment.
Used Tekkai: +25 Def = 40 Total Def Damage: 85 - 40 = 45 SP used: 25
Technique Name: Tekkai Description: The user hardens his muscles and skin to a hardness comparable to iron in order to reduce incoming damage. This technique takes into consideration a bonus of [25] to Defense. The user cannot move while under the effects of this technique but the technique may be interrupted at any time to regain mobility. Trait(s): Rokushiki Effect: Defense Range: Self Duration: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost 25 Base: N/A
Chaos Reclaimer
Avedis Angelus
Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2018 7:12 pm
They would never see it, but a sadistic smile spread beneath Vot'gul's helm. Bout time one of them landed a hit on the guy and it look like it hurt too. Unfortunately, Vottie wasn't sure he could do that again. After-all, the element of surprise was gone. Gran would be ready for it next time. Perhaps he could take advantage of it. As Gran Aegis crashed through the second floor and into the first, Vot'gul readied his sword and crashed down onto the bed below them, splintering the frame beneath his weight. This den of heathens should have been burned a long time ago!" He retorted as he stepped forward to bring the large sword down in a vertical slash, aiming to bifurcate the pirate. "They sold you information, and you killed dozens!" He yelled as the sword flashed. They sold you out to the Marines, now I am here to repay that loss of life, HERETIC!"
As Ark began to move into a better position he realized what he did wrong. He put more between himself and the other two than before. He was in the room directly below their initial combat zone, while the other two seemed to be in a different room. Ark made a click like sucking noise with his teeth as he would simply move forwards. He couldn't see them....he needed to do something or other. Then it hit him, they were in a small enclosed space and likely not expecting a high calibur attack. Ark could hear his ally's loud mouth, and was rather glad for the first time the fully armored marine spoke so much. This allowed him to know where they were. This time he intended on giving no warning, there would be no extended build up as Ark slammed his sword into t floor below. Unlike before while they were on the second floor however the earth below al rose to the man's will. Forming a 50 foot tall and 50 foot wide wave that cosisted the earth, floor, and any debris from the building. Which would be sent flying towards the other two, ripping through one part of the wall and closing in onthem while they were within the room.
Marine Log
Hazard Wave - Tier 5 - 225 Damage Pre-Mitigation
Samael of Light
Chaos Reclaimer
Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 12:27 pm
Hearing the man's words of hatred towards his favorite place in the whole Blue Sea, Gran felt wrath building up inside him. Although not enough for him to bring forth the shield of wrath. As his nemesis brought down his sword to bisect Gran, the pirate did the same thing he had done, that did not result in being almost exploded, so far. He rolled to the side once more, this time also advancing forward, into the man's immediate perimeter, and raised his free hand. In its grasp, something that would appear, in anyone else's eyes, that was created from his very hand. And it was not far from the truth. A lance, like those used for jousting, roughly twenty meters long and much thicker than his own arm at the base, with a diameter of eleven inches. It would be created and simultaneously thrusted forward as part of his arm, aiming to stab the armored man's stomach while his enormous sword was coming down. The man's words only served to fuel his wrath as he returned an attack. Too bad that he did not know it would be his first and only attack in this combat. In a room that was not much different than his own, a wave big enough to swallow an area three times bigger could not be avoided. Even with an instinctive activation of Tekkai upon hearing the rumbling sound created by the wave's destruction when it reached the walls of the room, it simply was not enough for him to protect himself. Whether the same was true or not for the armored marine, he couldn't know, as he would be knocked out upon being hit by the calamity brought upon the brothel.
Used Iron Mold: +25 Str = 35 Total Atk Power Used Tekkai: +25 Def = 40 Total Def Damage: 225 - 40 = 185 SP used: 50
Technique Name: Iron Mold Description: The user is able to turn part of his body into iron and reshape it as he sees fit. Attacking with a part of his body transformed in iron gives an increase of [25] to it's power. The change in form is limited to one's imagination while any increase in range cannot surpass [25] ft. Trait(s): Devil Fruit Effect: Buff Range: Self Duration: 3 posts Tier: 1 Cost 25 Base: N/A
Technique Name: Tekkai Description: The user hardens his muscles and skin to a hardness comparable to iron in order to reduce incoming damage. This technique takes into consideration a bonus of [25] to Defense. The user cannot move while under the effects of this technique but the technique may be interrupted at any time to regain mobility. Trait(s): Rokushiki Effect: Defense Range: Self Duration: 1 post Tier: 1 Cost 25 Base: N/A
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Avedis Angelus
Samael of Light
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Saucy Goblin Crew
Greedy Punk
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 2:18 pm
Vot'gul felt an iron pike go through his chest. His eyes followed the spike to Gran's hand. Hmm. He should've used that earlier, Vottie mused as the wave crashed up behind him. There was pressure, but no pain, his heart didn't beat so the pole had little effect on his functions other than impaling him and damaging him structurally. The next couple of seconds were punctuated by vertigo and the world spinning around Vot'gul as the wave crashed into him and Gran. "..What th-" He managed to get out before being slammed into the opposite wall. The zombie marine was greeted by darkness for several minutes, before finally clawing his way out of the refuse. His lower half was laying several feet of away/ "SIGH..."
After the destruction, Ark made his way into the rubble of the building. The unconcious body of the target in one area....and the concious but split in half body of his ally nearby. "Huh...I guess it's fortunate you're okay from that. You're a zombie as well I guess?" He said as he moved over, first lifting the criminal over his shoulder and then using his free hand to drag the lower half of the armored man's body over to him to reattach it. "I want to talk to you about something soon, but for now we should make sure the criminal is detained properly first." The tan-skinned man said, looking around with a sigh at te destruction caused. This was typical of his ability anyways, it was unavoidable, regardless he would not wait for the armored man to be ready to leave as he carried the criminal to his tiny boat and eventually sailing off towards the marine's headquarters. Thinking to himself. 'I should probably get handcuffs soon'
Vot'gul graciously accepted the help from Ark, the fellow marine slinging the unconscious pirate onto his shoulder and dragging Vottie's wayward legs over to the helpless man. "Hmm? another zombie? Nice to meet another.." His voice was much more subdued without a criminal to attempt to behead. Though still gruff and resonating, he was noticeably quieter. "By all means.." He motioned for Ark to lead the way as he pulled his legs back to his torso. The waist would reattach with an audible CRACKLECRACKPOP! As the ligaments snapped back into place. He pulled out a spare thread and needle, beginning to sew as he stood and walked behind Ark. "...at least this debaucherous lout has been...detained." He growled, training a burning coal-like eye on the unconscious Gran as they boarded their respected boats and sailed towards Marine HQ.
Vot'gul found himself returning to the scene of the crime and the ensuing fight that had occurred due to the pirate's transgressions. There had been such a large loss of life leading up to the explosive duel, though Vot'gul had suspicions that the man known as Gran Aegis only felt himself responsible for the two men he had murdered in cold blood. Did he really believe that the explosion that he had caused at the docks wouldn't lead to death? The initial explosion itself had caused significant casualties and destruction. This isn't even including the ensuing fires that had broken out do to the volatile reaction. Vot'gul felt pride as he helped lift a fallen beam off of one of the survivors. Pride in his victory over the degenerate filth that had caused the destruction he was helping to repair. The women he so desperately clung to had been the very women that had sold him out, for a small cut of the bounty they were willing to give his name and location to the marines. Though there motivations had been primarily greed, Vot'gul had a small inkling that Gran's cold blooded murder had been another. Though the marine was not one to talk, just look at his ruthless behavior towards louts like Gran. But what was happening now was the difference. There was a small amount of altruism reserved for the good, law abiding citizens of the world government. After helping with rescue efforts, Vottie moved on to help reimburse the area. There were already relief effort agents of the world government taking statements from citizens robbed of their goods by the fiend. Vot was taking the time to help with these efforts as well as pass out food and water to those who needed it. He knelt down to one girl in particular, covered by ash, dirt, and soaked to the bone. The zombie smiled beneath his helmet, though the girl could not hear it and handed her a blanket, food, and water. Slowly he gave her a pat on her head. He asked "Where are your parents?, and received a blank stare in response. Ah. The smile faded, and he hid his clenched, white knuckled fist behind his back. Vot could do nothing now, and had indisposed at the time of the capture. Had it not been for Ark, Vot would not have let the crime so leniently slide. He stood, gave the girl another set of relief items before she walked away and the next in line moved up. How could Ark even dare think of working with that heathen. A heathen that spends his time killing people, stealing from innocents, and wasting nights away drinking & fornicating. No, the marines were not so desperate that they needed someone of that caliber. That standing. Tch. Vot'gul clicked his tongue and tossed the items to the next bystander that walked up to him with hands desperately out. The woman who caught the things gave him a quizzical look, clearly disturbed by his apparent lack of respect. It was not aimed at her, as Vot was spacing out as he helped. With the last of the packages handed out, Vot began to walk the city. He observed how the people lived. It was a small town, with very little to it. Though it had a sprawling market, the people were still recovering from the commotions over the last week. He walked through the empty streets of the market, observing the normally bustling stalls with a quiet somberness. It was so selfish to destroy and disturb the lives of hundreds of people for your own gain. He clasped his hands behind his back as he walked, boots clicking against cobbled stone as clouds began to roll in over head. The sun, despite its best efforts, was obscured and the sky slowly turned to gray. It was like the colors of the city were completely washed out as Vot'gul marched from one end to the other, occasionally helping those who needed it as he made his way parallel to the coast. There was a single light house on the peninsula of the island that Vottie was making his way to, walking towards the ivory toward the jutted out of the horizon like a single tooth in the maw of a gigantic beast. A single droplet of rain pinged off of his armored shoulder and had it not been for the slight noise, Vot would not have noticed. He could no longer feel pain or pressure. Physical sensations were gone, leaving only the burning fires in his core. An armored hand pushed open the wooden door at the base of the signal tower, swinging the heavy portal on its wrought iron hinges into the similarly bone white interior. He slowly looked up the center of the light house, his eyes focused on the spiraling wrought iron stair-case. No one had been here for quite some time, it seemed. If the signal had been going, perhaps someone would have noticed Gran in the dark of the night as he stole away onto vessels not his own. Vot'gul stood there contemplating for a few minutes before his ruminations were interrupted by the peal of thunder cracking the sky. He walked back towards the towns outskirts as it began to pour, soaking him to the bone. He did not feel the chill of the air on his skin. Lightning arced in the clouds above him, causing thunder to roll across the sky like a chariot, and lighting the world in a harsh white light for a fraction of a second. And it had been such a nice day just a few moments ago. He walked his way back to the brothel that the two marines had fought the pirate in. There was a crew of laborers already hard at work restoring the place. Vottie sighed, hooking his hands on the heavy leather belt that encircled his waist. Well, he might as well help. True, he didn't like the profession these women had chosen, but they were not breaking any laws. They were licensed. He picked himself up, rolled his shoulders and walked forward. He'd make sure it wasn't a brothel this time. Perhaps a home for women in need instead.
The pair had fled the kingdom of Torino finally, leaving Silvia to her ridiculous decision. Sam had covered their escape with a bunch of explosions and yet Sue seemed to remain back with Silvia. Geno was against it but as she was not his Espur, it was not his choice. He'd respect her decision and merely hope that Sue was able to help prevent any kind of 'worst case scenario' from happening to Silvia so that they might be able to meet up together again.
The duo still had need of a new, larger vessel to accommodate them both so they'd need to find a new place to make their intended purchase from. Baterilla was the area of choice here as it was still in the same Blue and made things easy as they'd get there fairly quickly. Having been denied their chance to sleep properly before thanks to a certain pesky door destroyer, Geno would have suggested they use the trip as a chance to catch up on some much needed rest before they would arrive.
Once they had gotten to their destination properly, Geno would tie down his temporary ship and help Sam with her own if need be. They still had a full week before the planned attempt to meet back up with Silvia so they were free to roam about and do whatever, including getting to know one another better, raiding, making purchases, and getting ready in case another incident like Torino was to occur. "We should be able to get a larger ship here, as well as some Den Den Mushis so that we can always keep in touch as well. We should be able to stock up on all manner of supplies as well while we are here along with take some time to do anything else you might want." He turned to her with a smile. "Where shall we begin?"
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Ryunosuke Ryusei Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2018 8:06 pm
As they escaped from Torino, Samantha felt a certain discomfort as it was not something she liked to do. Even if they had only met a few hours earlier, it was something she disagreed with. Abandoning someone. Yet it was carried out without looking back. Samantha followed Geno, keeping her boat close to his vessel as they fled and crossed the sea, to reach a different island where they would be safe. The promise to meet them again in a week's time was also something that crossed Sam's mind before she was able to take a nap during the trip. Still in the same outfit as before. Waking up every now and then to make sure they had not gotten off course, Samantha made plans of her own, now that she would be finally traveling with a companion. Being a woman of science, and magic, she needed to have weapons, and spells, available at all times.
Upon arriving at their new destination, Baterilla, Samantha tied her boat to the docking area as Geno did the same with his sea vessel. Having forgotten about her outfit, she walked up to Geno as he mentioned acquiring a larger ship and also means of communication. The supplies he added next were also a must and, with a proper ship, they'd be able to carry much more. Since he turned the question to her, she tried to give it some thought and answer him, only to be interrupted by her own stomach growling. "Uhm... How about breakfast?" she suggested with a slightly embarrassed expression.
