《Guardian of the Bifrost》 ❄ Iwata Naoki ❄ Lavendar Moon
「000 Strength || 000 Prowess || 000 Defense || 000 Speed || 000 Stamina || 000 Vitality」 Jyuroku Jyuroku no Mi || Press Press Fruit
❝I warn you now, all who threaten the will of Lady Bifrost, will meet their end at the edge of my blade....❞
Singing. That incessant singing was the one thing that irritated Iwata. The source was none other than Walpurgis Night, his master's genie. Although it was a powerful asset within his lady's arsenal, Walpurgis was adamant on singing whenever it got the chance. Alas, Lady Alma employed its aid not for its singing, but its usefulness. That said, he kept his complaints to himself and went along with her plans. Together, Iwata took the hand of his master as they prepared for their descent to the surface.
The reason being large creatures that had been terrorizing the isles of the sky fell to the surface world. The two were locked in combat with them for what felt like days. Armed with her chakrams, Lady Alma picked them off one by one, but their numbers were far too great for her alone. That is why with her permission, Iwata consumed the cursed fruit, which granted him the ability to manipulate gravity. The price for such power was his ability to swim, something that Iwata didn't even care for in the first place.
Blinding light encompassed the two as they dipped below the clouds using Walpurgis and came to an abrupt stop above a mass of men, women, and even children. They hovered over the crowd as if they themselves were gods, gracing the world with their presence for the first time. Lady Alma stepped forth and spread her arms wide as if to embrace the entire world and spoke with authority.
“Worry not, my beautiful souls. Your tears have not gone to waste. Your prayers, have been answered. Where the beasts may come, so too has salvation. Thus, hold strong, and panic not. For the Bifrost has acknowledged you!”
At the end of her sentence, Iwata took notice of several more lights crashed into the surface. The beasts had landed and it wouldn't be long before they initiated their attacks once more. The young boy took a deep breath as he gazed out at the awestruck faces of every person. Walpurgis had once again begun belting out a tune, much to his irritation. Lady Ajora turned towards Iwata looking for confirmation.
“And so, shall we save them, my most precious Guardian?”
He dipped his head and turned his attention to the sound of an incoming beast. His hand rested upon the hilt of a sheathed katana, gripping it tightly as he waited for it to show its ugly head. His heartbeat rang audibly in his ears and it's footsteps grew closer and closer. Trees fell one by one and as the last few trees fell, it appeared and Iwata unsheathed his blade. He launched himself off of Walpurgis with breakneck speed, coating the blade of his katana in gravity as his target was diagonally cleaved in half. Time felt like it had stopped for a moment as Iwata turned his back to the creature and sheathed the blade, the result of his attack caused gravity to press down and crush it.
As he walked away, he turned back towards the crater.
"It was a shame that I had to be your enemy. Mercy is not in my dictionary."
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North Lotus
Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2018 7:55 pm
《Lady Bifrost, The Benevolent》 ☩ Ajora Alma ☩ Saint Ajora
「000 Strength || 000 Prowess || 000 Defense || 000 Speed || 000 Stamina || 000 Vitality」 Hoya Hoya no Mi || Puff Puff Fruit
❝Fear not, all! For I, Lady Bifrost, have come to liberate you!❞
[ It was astounding. Beautiful even. For as long as she can remember, he was always there, and from then until now, Iwata Naoki has been Ajora’s equivalent of a hero. The way he moves, the way he acts, his strength, and his convictions. He has done so much for her despite being the same age. Even now, after she all but finished her statement, his body had already go firing towards the enemy like a bullet set free from the barrel. The moment her senses are able to catch up with his snap movements, her gentle eyes turn to the impact zone where one of the beasts is instantly crushed by the boy’s enormous force. The Walpurgis spins and hums playfully at the sight, completely entranced by the destruction. Ajora does a single spin and laugh in the opposite direction, happy at how she has such a reliable sword by her side.
“My guardian is the best, hehe!” she praises. The Genie she stands upon mimics her words and dance in turn. “Best! The best! Boom! Hahaha! ♪”
After the little go around, which only lasts for a few seconds at best, Ajora stops and puts her hands behind her back like a proper lady--as taught by the Bifrost Priestesses. She looks at Iwata go at it before getting a good look at the different creatures headed right for his location. She waits, and waits, and the moment they get in close enough she slides a hand up her front right before her chest. Her other extends outwards to her side. Walpurgis holds out its own arms, and after a giggle, opens its maw revealing an almost void-like blackness. “Hi Ougi - Bloom! Ancient Requiem!” Following her words, a strange opera leaves the lips of both her and the Walpurgis, spreading out into the ears of the creatures. The people can hear it, but have no semblance of what sort of tune it is. Like it’s a foreign sound humans simply cannot comprehend. The beasts however, all come to a halt and press against the ground as if in shock or pain, completely immobilized.
Ajora knows from here on things would be settled. They always were. With Iwata’s precious attack, one of the four beasts were felled. Now remains three, and the bearer of the Bifrost’s will has no doubt that her Guardian will finish off the remains. This subtle conflict would be stopped here and now, and then, they can continue their pilgrimage. ]
《Guardian of the Bifrost》 ❄ Iwata Naoki ❄ Lavendar Moon
「000 Strength || 000 Prowess || 000 Defense || 000 Speed || 000 Stamina || 000 Vitality」 Jyuroku Jyuroku no Mi || Press Press Fruit
❝I warn you now, all who threaten the will of Lady Bifrost, will meet their end at the edge of my blade....❞
These beasts had once posed a challenge.
Now it was simply a matter of keeping them from grouping up. They were harder to handle as a pack, and Iwata was not so foolish as to let his pride endanger Lady Ajora. He shook the blood from the first monster off his blade and examined it. It was breaking. He couldn't control the strain placed upon the weapon via his abilities, so every weapon he used was subjected to this punishment.
One last swing, he thought as he floated on a large rock that served as a platform, overlooking the current area. If he was lucky he could get the rest in one stroke. They had all become immobilized, thanks to Lady Ajora and Walpurgis. Extending his hand, he gathered a couple of rocks and crushed them in order to form a protective layer over the cracked metal of the blade. It should hold long enought to get rid of the remaining three.
He leaped down from his platform and swung his blade in an arc that released the rocks as projectiles towards his targets. Bullseye. The rocks pierced each beast's flesh and created a large hole where it impacted. In response, the sword fell apart and Iwata tossed aside the remaining pieces in his hand as well as the sheath. Turning back to look up at Lady Ajora, he seeked her confirmation of a job well done as he floated back up to where she was.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2018 4:23 pm
The smell of ash and fire steeped the boat as they sailed away, the young lass aboard was staring intently at something other then the burning town though. Blue eyes the deep color of the sea at dusk were focused on a single box being toted off by the head hancho of the ship, he didn't even throw a backward glance at her, he probably already anticipated that she was going to cause trouble. After all it was almost like clockwork lately. Dark blue eyes caught brief sight of an older verison of herself with much more hair and muscle briefly stalking after the man, she didn't look at her either, she wasn't allowed too though. Pearly whites bit into a light lavender purple lip as she glared after the two who were talking in hushed whispers, a brief glimpse of the box opening and closing as her mother was reading from a book. 'We went through all that trouble...for what?" she thought as she brought a single manicured thumb to her teeth and bit down on the hard cartilage in thought. Whatever it was Mad Cat Dekura wanted it bad enough to send the strongest of the division in to retrieve it from the pirates that had been hiding out on the small island off of battleship where the dragons roamed. Anxiousness crawled up her spine as she thought of what to do, she could steal the treasure for sure, after all she was sure Ivan under estimated exactly what Tenebrae would do to just get under everyones skin.
Night fell and Tenebrae pretended to be asleep ti'll she heard the men celebrating upstairs in a drunken screeching shanty, Ivan had grown used to ignoring this and was most likely passed out with that damned box in his midst. She slipped out from the hammock landing with a barely audible thud as she would glance towards the sliver of light near the barely open door. Shadows passed over as she would slowly crawl towards the opening, she had gotten good at sneaking, often practicing but never having done anything with it just so she could wait for an opportune time like this. Slow deep breaths were consumed as she would let the pads of her fingers hold her small weight off the ground as she would carefully peer out the door. The men were still singing raunchy sea shanties as she would quietly move out of the door and quickly swipe past the stairs where she heard a breif break in the shanty and then a snort before they continued. Letting out a deep breath extremely slowly she would pick her way through the hallway, the kitchen and then up towards the captain's room where she had previously gone before if just to look through his things. Peering through the window that sat looking into the male's bedroom she'd take notice that the man had buried his head under a pillow for once, she'd surpress the urge to snicker at how childish that was, but she didn't move yet. She waited. Tenebrae stared in the window for a long time ti'll finally, Ivan moved. He rolled out of bed and she popped her head down and scurried around the corner with nary a sound, the man briefly slid out of his room and intended to throw the door shut as he lumbered off to go use the restroom. She had a few seconds at best as her fingers got slammed in the door causing her to bite down on her lip to keep from crying out.
Tene slipped in the room within moments and immediately began to shuffle through everything before she found the box, she was quick to flip the latch and open it to reveal a strange fruit, "....we...went through all that...for a ******** piece of fruit?" she hissed, though she stopped as she wondered if it was tasty. If Dekura wanted it then it had to be extremely delicious right? She heard footsteps coming back, she didn't move quick enough, too enraged over her findings, but out of spite she shoved the entire fruit in her mouth and chewed. Regret filled her instantly as she fell back on the floor spasming in disgust as she tried to cough it up, her menstrations forced her to completely forget about the figure now standing in the doorway, looming over her as he took in the scene before him.
There was a chill in the air tonight, for one reason or another. It wasn't something he could put his feet on. Wasn't something that he could usually just ignore - but god damn it, this chill was right there, itching up his spin. Riding back from their latest ride, the infamous Ivan Cane sat there, feet hemmed up on the edge of the boat as they rode back to the mother ship. A cigar lit as his eyes painted to the starry sky above, listening to the men around him laugh as flames painted the backdrop. Hmph. He never didn't understand why they got so excited about stealing s**t, but if Dekura wanted it then who was he to say no? Better yet, it wasn't like he had much of a choice. "Makin' us come all the way back to the blues for some fruit. Boss better be promisin' us some good booze for this s**t." A man said as they arrived to the ship; Ivan still rather quiet despite the successful events this evening. That damn itch still bothering him. "******** booze. He gives us those second rate, slackjaw bitches. I want one of them fine ones he keeps for himself. Like Shiri. ********' ee' what I'd do to her if I could!" Course they all roused up off that, the men smacking each other on the back as another noted. "Don't be sayin' that! Boss'll kill ya' he find out you' in here talkin' bout one of his ladies! Keep this between us!"
Yeah, that was fine and all, but it still bothered him. It was still there. Something just didn't feel right.
Time went passed and after drinking themselves into a stupor, everyone went in for the night. He'd been charged with a simple task - watch over there girl and make sure she didn't get herself into any trouble. That wasn't so much the problem as it was the fact that he didn't entirely agree with how everything went down. While it wasn't any of his business, Tene's mother was a good friend of his. The two had shared a drink on different occasions. Hell, he might've had a thing for her, so keeping the little one safe was easy enough. But he saw that defiant look in her eyes. The look that said trouble could be right around the bend at any time. A look that he knew could possibly get her killed. And as he called it, as he felt it, that itch came through all too soon. Everyone else asleep and here he was, finding her with a fruit in her mouth, sprawled out on the floor. What was he supposed to do? Just ignore this situation and let it all pass? He couldn't. . Dekura would have his head if he didn't turn her in. "Tch. . Stupid brat. . " Uttering under his breath, he did what he could. Grasping her up by the arm, Ivan walked to the edge of the ship and tossed her in a lifeboat. Eyes wandering the edge of the sea, then looking back to make sure no one was watching.
This was all he could think of.
"Run. Get out of here and don't come back. Never cross paths with us again." Voice rushed, hushed, and a bead of sweating dripping down his brow. If someone caught him he'd have no choice to but kill her. "I'll lie and say you ran away with the damn thing in the night, but Dekura isn't gonna let this one go lying down. You've done something unforgivable. . . " Gritting his teeth, he'd look away while letting the reigns drop to the water then turning back towards the ship. Run now. This was your only chance.
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The taste lingering on her tongue was vile, the crunchy texture didn't help as ashe covered her mouth as she attempted to swallow down the bits out of instinct. Heat rushed down her throat and felt the skin inside burn with a raging heat once there, eyes watered as she stared up at the shadowy figure of the man standing above her and staring down at her. The cold sensation that rushed through her body was strange as she would find herself in an almost paralyzed state, deep blue eyes stared up at Ivan before he leaned down and hauled her up by her arm. Legs moved on instinct but the rest of her seemed incapable of truly operating, anger flitted through her as she would basically pulled around, she was sure this time she would be in a hell of a lot of trouble. The cold of the wind against the boat easily made her freeze inside, but he didn't lead her to the warmer underbelly of the ship, instead he brought her to the edge. She knew nothing of the weakness to water that devil fruit users possessed, but the newly found instinct of avoiding water curled through her lithe frame like a snake taking a choke hold, she weakly tried to cling to the male's arm until he led her to the life boat and chucked her in. Surprise made her gasp as she landed unceremoniously on her a** staring up at the larger male with clear question in her eyes, she'd listen to him as he quickly spoke to her. Eyes widened in surprise as she would try to claw at her own throat in an effort to speak out, she was being told to leave forever, that meant she'd never see her mother again. Reaching out a gloved hand as it burned and the simple sight of newly grown animalistic nails covered her finger tips and shredded the fabric that covered her hands before. Shock became clear on her face as he went on to say he'd cover for her, she'd suddenly find herself feeling extensively small as her teenage 'the world sucks and everyone is out to get me' left her with clear insight for a brief moment. Tears stung her eyes as she watched him turn away her hand still reaching out before he released the reigns and she was sent adrift back towards the docks. Tears welled and rolled down her swollen cheeks before she'd suddenly find her face over the ocean and emptying...that wasn't stomach acid. Bright red hot lava spilled overboard into the water and quickly made a small formation of land as she heaved, "Aghgh..." she whimpered as she felt like everything was burning inside her. The night was still young as she would drift to the main island, Battle Ship island and land adrift on it's shores, though unbeknownst to any inhabitants the girl that had been promptly dropped off on their door step was going to be anything but subtle.
Tenebrae stomped through the sand and the soft pine forest floor, a feeling of her entire body experiencing shock wave after shock wave of muscle spasms at long intermitten times. If this was what it was like to give birth, she wasn't ever going to have kids, gods' bless all the mothers out working to keep food for their kids on the table. When she reached town she would collapse on the ground and quickly be found and pulled away to a small clinic, they attempted to take care of her, but she had started thrashing an hour into them trying to figure out what was wrong. The pulsing sensation grew rapid and she'd then feel it, the shift of bone and the cracking and shaking pain of each one enlarging and popping out of place reshaping itself. Her small lithe form grew larger as she would grow thick black to deep purple tipped scales on her skin, jaw elongated and her body somehow felt much lighter and more hollow in comparison to her now growing size. Razor sharp fangs replaced her teeth as she clawed in vain at the air, the fingers she once possessed turned into single claws with what looked like the tip of a wing spreading from her. Pain continued to radiate and obliterate all sense of thought as the large reptile crushed the clinic and a few of their inhabitants, the body whipped around wildly on it's back, it's tail lashing everywhere as it destroyed buildings. Screams turned into angry roars as the reptile rolled and managed to gain it's feet on the ground, it's two claw tipped wings fanned out behind it as the tips pressed into the ground acting as it's second set of limbs. A long neck stretched wildly around swinging it's massive head into other buildings and crushing the walls, finally the serpent raised it's giant maw and opened it's mouth in a heart wrenching howl of pain, grief and extreme loss. Lava followed as it rolled down Tene's body and landed on the ground around, agony and stress drove her to start attacking everything, she couldn't cope. She wanted to destroy, she wanted to kill to get rid of this unending agony that became a black hole in her chest. Wings flapped as she raised herself on her hind legs and began destroying houses with her massive wings. Another roar before she spit lava out at anything that moved, this was all Dekura's fault! All of it! If he hadn't taken her mother, if he had just kept to himself then her mother....even Ivan wouldn't have left her. Tene's new deep blue elyptical eyes scanned the area as if waiting for the Mad Cat himself to appear, she wanted to rip him apart with her teeth and devour him, "MOM!" the sound was inhuman and a guttarl roar, "I PROMISE TO SAVE YOU AND KILL HIM! I'LL FREE EVERYONE FROM HIM!" she screamed into the night air before she'd start bearing down upon the new human prey that would most likely become her dinner tonight.
Clipping his uniform open more. To show his shirt underneath all of that valor as a marines uniform showed. Hatori spoke to a few locals inside the island. This place was rampaged, and robbed it appeared. Hatori talked to a woman who was moving close to him. Hatori would work for them as a marine's occupation was suppose to. Hatori had seen media all over this. With eyes rolling. But most of it happened in the pitch-dark, and treasury will sweep the rest under the rug as an official investigation. This island was very premediated with how the system was in Warship Island. The black out must of helped the pirate out a lot during all of this chaos. Hatori wasn't going to let whoever did this off the hook. And the island was making a lot of noise around him. Hatori pondered. Hatori thought it was a pandemonium. And it's now raining lke hell. So thirty, forty thousand people are rushing with idea's and complaints. While the islands personal security are trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Hatori nodded. While the rainfall washes away most of the forensic evidence. Hatori was controlled. He noted this was chaos in this situation. Hatori was given a look announcing that he was begin the Reimbursement. Giving him the chance to proclaim that he was this islands hero. Hatori wouldn't be reprimanded he had the highest authority right now. The Reimbursement was starting right at this very moment. But it's hard to chew out the guy who would save your life. Haotri was thanked the entire time while he was continuing the Reimbursement. Now he wouldn't be disobeyed by anyone here. Hatori was walking along the island helping with the Reimbursement. Slowing into an open space. Some massive destructions were shown while he saw. Some locals that needed help with the Reimbursement. Hatori rushed to their help. It was this time of day. Hatori could barely see how the pirate held back on this island. Hatori could see everything about Warship Island. Hatori noticed no one was dead. That was a relief. Hatori imagined this second part of this Reimbursement would take longer. Hatori would put that pirate in a straitjacket when he got a hold of him. It was his job to continue the Reimbursement. And only he could massage the situation. Hatori wanted to put that pirate that was responsible for all of this in handcuffs. Hatori was as you see very upset. Hatori thinks a lot during this moment. Hatori was walking around the island to gather some more information. Hatori's face was very clear he wanted answers. Many locals followed Hatori to support him during the Reimbursement. Hatori had opened a door to a building to allow everyone inside the building. To receive what he was giving out during the Reimbursement. Only Hatori would know what to say and what to do during the Reimbursement. A moment later, he opened the door again to walk outside. With some efforts as the violent wind hisses in his face. Blowing the rain that spares no one in his face. Hatori was rearranging everyone's emotions. Hatori was the first in command during this Reimbursement. Hatori appeared a big figure to the locals and people of Warship Island. His face was hard and lean with unrelenting intensity. He is soaked right now. Droplets of rain flinging off his wind breaker as he takes the seat next to some locals. At a table that was centered around one of the towns in Warship Island. The Reimbursement was going very good. Hatori was speaking out to the locals telling them his plans. Hatori says in his just-the-facts way, but with a sense of urgency. As he looked over his shoulder, ready to pounce on anyone telling him he wasn't correct. A moment later, he does just that, coming forward to take the handoff from another local. His plans were being executed every second of this day.
The Restoration was next. Hatori calmly yawned walking with the locals from Warship Island. Hatori had no need for those who weren't capable of listening. Telling one of the locals to stand down, and get out of his face. Hatori had made the man leave. No, Hatori taught himself about extractions, plans for Restoration. Hatori would receive a big bonus for helping out Warship Island. Hatori had followed the routes of this island. Using the Restoration for patching up this island correctly. And stealth movements moving the Restoration extremely fast along successfully. When foraging for food in back alleys, or in garbate cans at the market. Dodging land mines, scanning for others that were still enemies, and ambushes. Hatori knew everyone on the island didn't feel the same. Hatori and his Restoration continued moving great. Helping the locals of Warship Island during this Restoration. His face contorts into a snarl. Seeing the tears from another woman in front of him. He could be an actor portraying something. Thrashing about while restrained, moaning and cursing, and crying out. Hatori told the men to calm her down. Hatori needed a little more quiet than this. For the Restoration to actually help Warship Island. Except she looked as if she was emotionally in pain. So Hatori decided he would to help her himself. "Stay low. I'm almost done." Hatori smirked putting his hand on her head. In the next few minutes to think over, to sort out the Restoration. Which was returning the residents of Warship Island back to the normal lives. Hatori walked in silence for some time. This was his plan. Hatori was using the Restoration in order to restore others lives. Hatori had sat down smiling. Some of the locals also surrounding him with cheers and pats on the back. Hatori's eyes, as best as he could see. Successfully saw the completion of this Restoration. It was all good at the end. It will be a long trip to get back to where he belonged at the marines headquarters. Hatori mumbles in words that alternate between English and Japanese. Asking himself questions. Why am I alive? Why was this place destroyed so bad by pirates. And who was that jackass that made him feel this way?
Hatori quietly leaves finishing up everything. Moving to a exit near his boat that was waiting for him. Trench coat buttoned to his chin, a bag over his shoulder. An umbrella concealing his face. Taking on the rat-a-tat-tat of the pelting rain.
After leaving the carnage struck village, having met the woman Guinevere, as well as the man who seemed likely the cause of the carnage Cocytus knew something about the area below the sky. It would be hard...hard for him to become a recognizable figure. Hard for him to become strong enough to say that his name was immortalized in the story of the world. However he felt as though his meeting with the woman was a large step in the right direction. Creating enemies was one of the major steps to become a terror, but he had a long way to go. He was not yet willing to murder in cold blood, and after seeing the carnage he felt destruction was a bit much for the time being. He would take to a simpler crime as he walked along. He would just steal from an island..the people of the island. He had no issues with this plan, this train of thought. Though he sighed, he knew he would have to make some kind of scene, else he would not be remembered, not have anyone come for him. Cocytus though as he eventually would reach his destination. Simply the next piece of land on his path to the top. An island shaped like a ship? It was awkward, although Cocytus being from a floating island had little room to talk about awkward. The pink haired winged man would set foot on the island and sigh. He could hear them, a small gathering nearby as he slowly would walk around the perimeter of the island. Eventually he found them, the small gathering of people that seemed to be here for a reason that had little meaning to Cocytus, and he wouldn't have been aware of in the first place. The pink haired man would walk up to the group, and freeze the ground around them, causing them all to be stuck in place momentarily as he walked about. "Give me your money so I do not have to harm you." He said to them all, as he opened a bag and would await them to place money in it as he walked around. However before this a man was about to speak up, but Cocytus would not even allow such a thing to occur. His body shifting, sliding quickly across the frozen land and to the man. His hand would be placed upon the just opening mouth and slowly the inside of it would begin to freeze. When he removed his hand the others of the group would see a block of ice in the man's mouth as he struggled to talk, tears slowly forming in his eyes simply from the strain of the ice as he began to empty beli into the bag the man held. Each other member of the small group of gathered men would do the same. Dropping beli into the man's bag and when the last one was done...the ice around them would shatter freeing them. The pink haired man looked between all of them and then spoke. "Leave." Which caused them all to scatter and run off.
England takes steps back, still wary, still waiting for anything to happen, you know? s**t.
Sipping on some milk the fifteen year old pirate was in bar. England was the only one in the bar waiting for officials to burst through the door. And whisk away the weaker people to get some Guantanamo Bay-style interrogation room treatment. If England thought that would work, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Whenever someone pissed him off. But England has set this up so that he wouldn't be out in the open. England has managed to do something that very few people could pull off. He's forced another pirates group to play his game on all his terms. The pirates wanted to know what England wanted with them. For the first time, his stoic expression breaks, his lips curve. But it's not an expression of mirth. "Oi!~ Only the president or major of this blues would ask such a question~" England shakes his head, then his face once again becomes a poker-face wall. "You will find out why." The boy says. Nodding towards the envelop in his hand. "Tonight. You will trust me." He says. This draws a look from him. A raised eyebrow, his eyes glistening. The pirates were all collected around the bar. Protecting this enchanted meeting between two intense pirates. An entire pirate crew versus. England, bloke~
"You've gotten this far." England winked. "Daisy's, heh~ But no, you haven't entirely convinced me wanker~" England eyeballs the lad, a confident, daring look. He pulls slowly up towards the pirate patting him on the shoulder. "Next time. b***h." Pulling out towards the street. There was an uproar in the bar behind the kid. England saw the traffic outside to be so thick. There was so many people collected. His urge to pull a gun out in public racing! England was a kid, still very dangerous, and extremely bold!
To feel the freedom of his feet waltzing. It was an everlasting independence, his stymied congestion at every intersection. England looked through the area at the bruised sky, hoping it wouldn't rain. He heard a radio nearby. England thinks about where he is going, the person he's about to see, and invariably his mind wanders. England smelled the scent of a woman, lingers with him. It wasn't much for perfume, but her bath gel and body lotion--whatever you call all those creams and lotions and soaps--were all vanilla. England will never smell that scent again, as long as he lived, without seeing the image of a woman's bare shoulder, and imagining the softness of her neck. "They say there's no manual for overcoming the death of a spouse. Bloody hell." He said jokingly after taking beli from other pirates. Who weren't bold enough to fight back against a fifteen year old kid.
That's truer still when the survivor is the man, and all hell is breaking loose, because you have no time to grieve. There are too many decisions to make that won't wait, constant security threats that, with even a momentary lapse in your attention. Can have catastrophic consequences.
England came here sometimes to watch a man and a woman love one another. Eyes wide open with full interest. As the woman hit the end stages of her illness. He watched through their window from their house. She was determined that her illness would not cause any interruption with his career. It mattered to her, in an intense way that she never fully explained, and England never understood adults, so~ Three days before the woman passed--by that point. England walked into the house giving the husband his condolences. The day both England and the husband buried her. As England stood at her grave, holding hands with the man. "In the short term, it's probably easier to deal with personal loss when the world around you constantly demands your attention. You're too busy to be sad and lonely at first. Then the reality drops in--you've lost the love of your life. Your daughter has lost her mother, and a wonderful woman was denied the chance to live a long, rich life. Now you're grateful for the demands of your job. But there are moments of intense loneliness, even when you're a man. I'd never felt it before." England smiled. While the husband watched him walking away. "And I hope I never feel this. Loser." England yawned after raiding the mans house behind his back. The man already knowing that everything in his house was taken by the boy.
Behind England the man shot himself in the head. England grinned counting the money leaving.
