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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 5:49 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
Luka was currently 'stationed' in the North Blue so to speak currently, in such that she was assigned to patrol around the entire Blue Sea. Of course there were other Marines doing the same and the entire ocean had not been left in the care of a singular woman as that would just be a bit ridiculous. No Luka was just one of many and today, her rounds gad placed her in the small kingdom of Lyneel. It seemed to be a relatively peaceful day overall as she walked down the streets, both of her swords strapped at her hips and securely within their scabbards harmlessly. She scanned the crowds calmly, but with focus, looking for things out of the ordinary as she had only just arrived. Of course her recent and unannounced arrival is likely the reason she heard some shouting from up ahead as she stopped and began running immediately towards the sound. As she ran ahead through the crowd of people, there was a rather large looking thug as she sighed and drew the blade at her right hip with her left hand as she came into a small clearing of people watching. A tall man with a ripped off sleeves shirt was holding someone at blade point, acting all big and tough it seemed and also holding their money purse. Typical moronic bully behavior.
She had her blade pointed right at him as she called out in the crowd. "Return the stolen items now and drop your weapon." She spoke with authority as she always did, carrying no emotion in her tone as she spoke while he turned to face her, raising up his sword over his own head as he ran at her, ready to try and kill her. She sighed as he ran at her and she merely stepped to the right as her left arm bent inwards and she slashed backwards at the side of his knee and he soon topped forwards at the severing of the tendon and the pain. He grunted as she stepped about him and she stood behind him, blade at his back as she looked at him coldly. "Now drop the weapon and come quietly or I'll sever both of your Achilles tendons as well." The crowd watched with a bit of stunned silence as the man was about to get up, roaring angrily at her as he rose to his feet only to drop down yelping in pain as hew fell back down, blood coming from the back of his legs as in a metallic flash, she had sliced across both tendons with ease. She looked down at him as he writhed in pain after disregarding the warning. She got over his back and sheathed her blade now that he likely couldn't move much and began placing him in cuffs behind his back as he shook in pain. She would have to hoist him up to have him 'walk' towards the local law enforcement for a proper detainment and treatment of his bleeding heels.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 7:41 pm
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 ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] ||  20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ Galand has been making travels to various islands in order to find people whom he can trust his back with during his expedition to correct the world. Alas, finding suitable applicants has proven to be a lot more difficult than he imagined it to be. With the marines having so many notable rookies in their ranks as of late, surely the world of piracy should have a few knuckleheads worth some merit hanging around somewhere! “Gah. This is starting to get annoying. No matter where I look, there are nothing but low life, no will, weaklings clogging up these islands.” After debating his next course of actions, the armored man finds a nice cozy alley to rest in, right atop a bunch of crates and abandoned bags filled with gods know what. As he sits there his armored hands lift up a bit above his lap. In one hand he imagines a future outcome. A positive one, where the marines have been firmly straightened up and fixed. Pirates have fallen to an all time low, and all around are happy faces because of it.
In the other hand, he sees perpetual darkness. A ruined world, destroyed by various super powers and their reign for supremacy. A world following down its current course. Closing his eyes, Galand clenches both hands tight, fixating and resolving his spirit for the coming days. “Right. I can’t go wavering here. There are so many people that still need me... If I do nothing, then the world will surely-” Before he can finish his statement, he hears a scream off in the distance, outside the opposite end of the alley he had entered from. Disturbed by the sounds leading to more screaming, Galand stands himself up and heads to take a look. After making it through the clearing he has to force his way through a small crowd of onlookers as they watch the scene. After making it through the people finally, the first thing the man notices is red. Red everywhere. From the blood spilled all over the ground, the the red hair resting atop a woman’s head. In her hand is a bloodied sword, and before her is a very damaged brutish man.
Galand looks at the state of the man and lets out a sigh before walking over and crouching next to him, opposite of the red haired swordswoman. After studying the ones a bit, he sucks his teeth disappointingly and shakes his head side to side a few times. “You really did a number on the guy, kiddo.” In a swift motion he cuffs his right hand around his armored chin in thought. From closer inspection, the wounds on this man are a lot worse than they seem. “Did you have to go this far? If he’s not helped soon, he’ll die, you know.” he questions, looking up at the woman fiercely, though she probably wouldn’t be able to tell his expression due to his helmet. A woman in the crowd chimes in a carefully, clearly a bit weary of involving herself in this strange and possibly random incident. “A-Ah… um...I-I’m a Doctor… S-So if it’s just patching him up...I could probably…”
The crowd all turn their gaze to the woman, shifting their attention about to the new interference. Galand looks over his shoulder to the lady before standing back up and looking to Luka for her approval, as she was the cause of this bloody mess. Whether she lets the man get help or not would rest entirely on her shoulders, as she is technically the one in power here. What, wearing the marine badge and all. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 608 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 8:13 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
Before Luka had gotten to the lifting portion of her task, a tall and very heavily armored man had come put from the crowd and boldly began to inspect the scene and started questioning her methods as she sighed softly, looking at the man who had pushed his way into the scene from the crowd. "Not only was he guilty of teh crime of theft, but he also attacked an arresting Marine and then made an active attempt upon my own life after resisting arrest. At first I merely slashed his one tendon, just behind the knee and I gave him an ample warning after proving myself the better fighter. He disregarded that warning and a followup order to surrender and so I followed through. I do not make empty threats." She spoke rather coldly and very authoritatively as she responded to his questioning. In the eyes of the higher brass of the Navy itself, Luka was likely seen a an ideal model Marine the way she handled things and how officially she treated everything as well.
Though he did have a valid point about his bleeding, she had knowledge of how deep he had been cut and the rate at which he was bleeding as well. Ordinarily she'd have wrapped some small bandages about the openings herself before taking him off for his punishments had she not been interrupted by this man wearing a rather large amount of armor for a 'civilian'. He was technically breaking no laws with it however so it was dismissed as a woman broke through the crowd to claim she were a doctor. Despite the seeming lack of emotion in her eyes, Luka nodded and stepped back from the man to let the woman work about his wounds and stop the bleeding. It would likely be cleaner than what Luka herself would manage anyways.
Though as the woman began to tend to his injuries, Luka looked at the man in metal and narrowed her eyes slightly. "As for severity, leniency is not tolerated and disregard for warnings shall be punished accordingly." She sounded almost cruel as she spoke and it was different than the tone she used when she wasn't working, or rather not actively working in the field like right now vs say merely patrolling about. It was like the moment something official came up it was a switch on her tone, facial expression and personality as she held no compassion for pirates nor law breakers. "He stole from an innocent bystander, threatened their life and disregarded the law and those opposing it. Once his bleeding has been handled I shall be escorting him to local law enforcement for his official punishments and likely jail time for the crimes he has committed. As for yourself, you are wearing quite a lot of heavy armor to just be wandering around don't you think...?" She questioned him after the 'lecture' now. "While not against the law per say, it looks like an invitation for trouble with those that like to start trouble..." This was a mixed signal of a warning from him looking suspicious, and also a warning about him being seen as a 'target' by low lives that would cause trouble and start s**t with people that stood out just because they could. It was technically her being considerate, but when she's the way she is now, that was far less obvious than it normally would be otherwise.
Words in post: [574] Current total: [4,481]
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 8:41 am
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✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ As it were, the young marine woman clearly had a reason for why she brought down this offender. Though it does seem like he went to extremes, at the end of the day, the man did in fact commit a crime. With that said, however, he’d still need some form of proper first aid or he’d definitely end up with permanent damage--regardless of how minor it may be. After receiving approval, Galand turns his head back to the woman who claims the abilities of a Doctor. With a nod, he steps to the side and lets her get to work. Right then the red hair starts speaking to Galand again, informing him of her no tolerance policy for offenders of any kind. With a sigh, he stares at her attentively. “So the guy broke a law. You Marines are always so quick to use violence. With that huge a gap in combat prowess, couldn’t you have merely subdued him without the need for all of this blood? You’re just going to cause problem for people this way!” he retorts before listening to the rest of her words.
But her words leave the armored man curious. After referring to his getup, the crowd starts to worry now. Some take a few steps back, while others stare on with scared faces, many sweating and even more whispering or gossipping about the situation. “H-Hey...this is bad right? Is she going to take that guy down too? H-He shouldn’t have gotten involved…” So they say. Galand places a hand on the side of his plated neck and stretches his neck muscles a bit before crouching down and resting his arms over his knees. “Hey now, Red. You’re not doing something scary like threatening me, are you? You’re pretty mean for someone so pretty. Relax, relax! The problem is already dealt with right?” he says, half teasing her and half baking an attempt at simmering the woman down a bit. The situation is, after all, handled through and through. As far as Galand is concerned, there isn’t much need in Luka’s justice fueled fury any longer.
The crowd is completely taken aback by the response, with the arms sticking straight up in the air and their mouths hanging agape. “HE TOLD HER OOOOOOFF!” they all scream in utter disbelief at this strangely dressed man talking back to a Marine officer. In their eyes, anyone foolish enough to do such a thing can only bring disaster to their surroundings. “Or are you gonna go and arrest me for the way I choose to dress? Idioooot! If that’s the case, you should be arresting yourself for dressing so lewd!” he goes on, referring to Luka’s clothing barely being able to confine her uh...well developed assets. Though he wouldn’t dare blatantly point that out specifically, so this would just have to be the next best thing. With an huff, and shrugs his shoulders.
“Honestly. Marines these days have no sense to restraint. Who taught you!” he finishes, assuming Luka handn’t gone completely loco by then, what with his unrestrained mouth messing with her and all. Maybe she’s able to ignore such trivial things, or maybe she doesn’t have such a great hold on her self control after all. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 542 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 1:59 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
She sighed at first as she watched the woman tend to her victim's injuries as the man in metal started speaking back to her. Though the crowd would take it as talking back it seemed instead. "The blood would have been minimal had he merely listened and learned from his mistake the first time. And I didn't cause people proble-" She paused. She had not been speaking terribly loudly, only directing her speech at the man as she heard the people in the crowd talking to each other around her, questioning if she was going to attack this man as well. She started to look around the people with a confused expression on her face now. She had merely dealt with a violent criminal and now everyone was acting like she was some sort of dangerous criminal herself with unchecked rage issues. It was odd and very unsettling at first, but after she had interrupted herself, the man spoke up again at her attempt at advice.
Threaten him? She blinked, more confused than ever as she was only trying to warn him about attracting trouble for himself. She had opened her mouth to defend herself against such absurd claims but was cut off by the crowd shouting and screaming in shock at his behavior towards her. What the ******** was even going on!? She looked about the crowd and then to him, showing more emotion than she had about five minutes ago for sure, though it was mostly confusion at this point. Since when did people treat her like some bully that attacked those undeserving of it? Sure this man might be getting a bit sassy with her even disrespectful to a degree but that was by no means any right to have her attack him at all. "I'm not threatening anyone! I was only trying to warn you against attracting unwanted trouble for yourself...!" She began as she tried to defuse this needlessly escalated situation amidst the shouts of the crowd. "I am well aware that the situation has been finished and I am not planning on arresting you for something that isn't a crime."
She was however taken back slightly at the rather ludicrous claims that she of all people was dressed in a lewd fashion at all. The implication was utterly insane considering that Luka was the most modestly dressed of all the Marines. Half of them were naked even! Of course they were animals, but that was by no means an excuse for that. In fact the only skin even visible on Luka was her neck and face, the only person nearly as covered up was that other recruit with the parasol. Not to mention the claims of no restraint were a bit much as far as she could tell given that she had clearly been able to restrain the fury of hers that seems to have been fabricated by the crowd around them both. "There is not a single lewd aspect to my attire at all thank you very much. As for restraint and my teachers, they were my parents from when they were Marines as well and my restraint is far grater than you or the crowd here seems to believe it is." She spoke firmly again, though not in a raise volume. She was not hostile still either as she spoke, but she was certainly on the defensive with these strange attacks on her character lately.
Words in post: [573] Current total: [5,054]
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 3:24 pm
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✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ Well at the very least, it seems the red head isn’t ALL bad. She may have a few screws loose for being so fine with spilling blood, but she isn’t so much morally bad. To this, Galand gives a chuckle. He notices a barrel resting against a street light pole, and decides to sit atop it. “So you’re not threatening me then. That’s good. I was nearly shaking in my boots, but I wonder if being arrested by such a pretty Marine would be a bad thing?” Teasing her more, in some hopeful bet to calm her down or make her smile, the armored man listens in on the crowd. For the most part, they seem to be coming around as well, no long so much scared of the red hair lady over simply being a bit cautious. Because at the end of the day, she IS a Marine, and that is more than enough to warrant fear. The Doctor, who is currently on both knees tenderly tending to the downed man’s wounds, dutifully does her job while trying to ignore the randomness going on around her.
Her eyes focus purely on her job, and for that, Galand smiles a bit under his helmet. “Hmm. This makes me think… I’ll be needing a Doctor some day.” With this thought crossing his mind, he nearly forgets about Luka, only to be brought back into reality with her reply to his previous teasing. Not lewd she is, as she stands there brandishing those... WEAPONS on her chest. For now, he’d let it slide. Any further prying and he’d probably embarrass the girl, or at the very least, piss her off to no end. Galand bends forward a bit and starts tapping his right index finger on the metal atop of his grieves knee plating. Some of the crowd chimes in after hearing Luka’s confessions, opening up a bit more now as if understanding her position a bit. “So that’s how it is then, eh, kiddo? Your folks are Marines themselves, and so you, who was raised by them, have turned out just as hard boiled. Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.” he says before adjusting himself and hopping off the barrel to stand up.
After patting his butt a bit to remove any dust, he walks over to the bloody man again, and then around him to stand in front of Luka. With a sigh, he crosses his arms and stares at her eye to eye. “Listen, Red. I get it. You want to do your job, and protect the people. Thing is, if you keep on with that violence of yours, you’ll only scare those you try to protect. You saw their reactions for yourself. It’s a bit hard to say but, the Marines don’t have the greatest reputation anymore, get it?” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “You lot have a pretty heavy reputation with being overly violent, and uninterested in any opinions different from your own. If you keep on with your extreme ways, you’ll only-” Right before Galand can finish his statement, he hears a scream behind him. The brutish man from before woke up, and is currently choking out the young Doctor woman in his delusions of her being Luka. She screams out in a strained voice while grabbing at the man’s hands in a futile attempt at removing the stress from her neck.
Galand turns his back to Luka quickly, holding out an arm in order to halt the possibly advancing Luka. Knowing her type, she would dash forth to attack again with no hesitation. “Things like this, violence and bloodshed… Leave that to those not bearing that badge.” he says, referring to Luka’s Marine badge. Dashing forward, Galand clenches his right hand into a fist, and smashes it into the man’s head. The resulting blow forces the guy’s head back down and straight into the stone floor, causing him to lose his grip and free the young girl. Galand removes his fist, allowing blood to drop down the metal of his gauntlet. All the while the large man lies there unconscious with teeth missing and the middle of his face dented in. Needless to say, his nose is smashed. Ruthlessly, Galand reaches back down to grip the man by his head and lift him up like a ragdoll.
“You see. You should be upholding peace. Liberty. Justice. The cruelty and bloodshed, should be the deeds of the lowlives and scum of the earth, similar to me.”
As if preparing to commit a grievous sin, Galand reaches to his side to unsheathe his katana. If anyone would try their hand at stopping this, now would, without a doubt, be the time to do it. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 790 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 2:50 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
Luka's eyes narrowed at the attempt at flirting with her as she sighed softly. She wasn't terribly receptive to such blunt and crude forms of flirtation. Then again the woman probably didn't take to well to regular flirtation regardless. Either way things seemed to diffuse at least somewhat, though Luka herself still wasn't very much informed about the whole 'Marines are usually ruthless bullies' thing that normal people knew of so well. She should really be informed more clearly about that at some point so she could be rightfully pissed of that such an image of the Marines was even a thing. Though the jab at her being 'hard boiled' so to speak was met with a rather irritated stare. She also didn't care for being called 'kiddo' a whole lot either as it was somewhat disrespectful to a full grown a** adult, but she was still only annoyed at this point at least. Though her annoyance grew the longer that her metal covered 'acquaintance' continued to speak about her and the Marines. He also called her 'Red' which seemed to be the default name almost anyone that didn't know her name always seemed to use when addressing her. Though he began to talk about the Marines as a whole and their apparent reputation for violence. Of course they used violence! Pirates rarely came peacefully after breaking the law and being arrested after all. The 'overly' so remark was debatable though and not something Luka fully understood. He was referring to the aggression towards the innocent that Luka herself had never bore witness to yet, but she'd learn eventually.
The comment on opinions was silly as well because as far as she knew, the only 'differing opinions' from the Marines and World Government were those of criminals, pirates, lawbreakers and the like so it almost sounded like he was defending them with his little speech. He even implied that the reputation of the Marines had fallen despite the fact that she's only ever done her best to help people. She was fully prepared to offer a proper rebuttal to his words, but the conversation had been cut off by screaming just behind them both. The now relatively treated criminal was strangling the very doctor that had been treating his legs during this whole exchange. Luka had her right hand over her sword at her left hip this time as her knees bent and was about to dash forwards to strike the man when a metal coated arm blocked her intended path and the man spoke more, stalling out as an innocent civilian was being harmed. He told her that handling that man should be left to those not wearing the official badges of the Marines as he took the law into his own unauthorized hands and took Luka's place in rushing in to strike the man as he punched him hard into the ground while his victim was released, gasping for air and holding her neck.
At this point the man was even worse off than before from the surprisingly hard impact carried out by a solid steel gauntlet as the man walked up to him and moved his body with ease and revealing some of his real strength. He raised his head and reached for his own weapon while having the audacity to claim that such an act was not only within his rights but his duty to perform in her place. However, Luka's right handed sword would be drawn almost instantly, held out with the tip just past his face, the blade hovering over Galand's left shoulder as the double edged blade shined in the sunlight. Her right arm was fully extended, grip firm at the handle as she was prepared to strike him at a moment's notice should she be required to do so. "Upholding the peace of this world and enforcing both liberty and justice are and shall remain the duty of the Marines. Vigilantism is not approved of nor encouraged either. As for the acts of bloodshed and supposed cruelty, that too is a Marine's duty alone. It is my job to shoulder the burden of both tasks and to perform them with efficiency. Letting people like you take the law into their own hands and perform unauthorized executions based on their own moral codes is of little difference to letting pirates and criminals do as they please. Nothing I do is meant to invoke fear of the Marines themselves, but of the consequences of choosing the path that this man has and that you are now about to travel as well." She spoke very sternly, her cold expression returning with her brow furrowed slightly as she lectured him in front of anyone still watching at this point as she spoke. "I do not end lives on a mere whim or 'because it's easy' or whatever you seem to think we do but if you continue this course of action I will be forced to deal with you myself." She certainly wasn't taking any s**t at this point as she took full control of the situation as best she could, though there might have been a bit of miscommunication still here that could hopefully be sorted out later.
Words in post: [873] Current total: [5,927]
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 7:24 pm
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✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ Galland, knowing the response he would recieve from the ever justice ready Luka, merely shakes his head at her readiness to down him for his actions. Seeing Luka’s blade resting next to the armored man’s neck, the crowd begins backing away in fear, looking at the red haired swordswoman as if she’s the one getting out of hand. “H-Hey...wait… isn’t she doing too much? Yeah! He was only trying to save that woman right? Why is she holding her sword at HIM? Right? This is why marines are…” the people continue on, while Galand tilts his head over a bit to look down at the blade tip next to him. With a huff, he firms his grip on the offender’s head. “Hey, hey… Just what do you think you’re doing with that sword, little bird? You aren’t planning to attack me after all, are you?” he remarks almost in a bored manner. With a shrug of his shoulders, he tosses the man up into the air over his shoulder just enough to land behind he and Luka.
Raising up his hand, he places the back of his palm against the top of the marine’s weapon and slightly moves it away from his head. “That’s dangerous you know. What would you have done if you had injured me? If I were you, I’d back off.” he says, turning his head further over to stare over his shoulder to the marine. The crowd tenses now, not knowing which side to stand with. On one end, most believe that Galand’s actions were justified, while others desire only to stay their tongue and let the marine do as she pleases so that their own skin is safe. While listening to all of this, Galand’s smile fades beneath his helmet. “Honestly. You’re making this a lot harder than it has to be. Instead of worrying about little ol’ me, you could be taking in the man that is giving these...poor people their biggest concerns.” He turns around to face Luka now while holding up the bloodied gauntlet, cracking his fingers as he moves them about.
His focus seems to be on Luka, but in truth he’s focusing on them strange group of ‘bystanders’ who have been more so focused specifically on rallying the crowd against the young Marine from the start. Galand noticed they had been the ones most hell bent of agreeing with his comments, until he attacked the rampaging man from earlier. “Really, little bird. Take your guy and run along. Otherwise, I won’t be able to preserve your image.” he warns as the rowdy crowd members start to slyly pull out concealed weapons, and inch closer to Luka. If she doesn’t leave soon, things would definitely get bad. The audience is skeptical about her as is. If she were to attack ‘innocents’ her as well...well, the rest of the town probably wouldn’t take that too well. Galand, wanting to preemptively cut off these men, unsheathes his katana completely now and walks in Luka’s direction, wanting to move past her and get to the potential threats.
“GET OUT OF HERE, MARINE! WE DON’T NEED YOUR KIND IN THESE PARTS! YEAH, PISS OFF!” A group of at least seven men rush out now, dashing towards the pair. Two heading towards the downed man, while the other five dash for Luka like madmen. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 561 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 2:40 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
Galand, not that Luka and he had even exchanged names yet technically speaking, was being as difficult as ever despite the situation. Of course the crowd wasn't too keen on what she was doing at this point and that only served to further add to Luka's own confusion now. Of course Galand had tried to save the woman but he had reached for his sword and was even talking on about bloodshed and all that, was it not obvious to anyone but herself that he had intended to end the life of the man she had merely injured? Why was she being pinned as the bad guy, or rather girl, in this situation? Of course Galand's remarks weren't being very helpful with his apparent 'don't give a flying ********' attitude on the whole thing. He had the gall to ask her if she had injured him, what she would do as if injuring him to stop him from committing what was effectively murder was worse than him actually committing said crime. He also insisted further on what sounded like old man pet names for young people and back talked her with more disrespect and told her to she'd better back off his case. That didn't sit too well with Luka at all as he was talking like he was the one with the authority and power here. Talk about an arrogant ******** irritating the red haired woman was the implication that she shouldn't be worrying about a man that thought he had some kind of right and duty to kill criminals in her place. He was acting rather entitled here and told her to worry more about the once again unconscious man that he had literally just thrown over her head onto the ground as she narrowed her eyes at the man with the blood coated gauntlet. He was clearly much stronger and should a fight between the two actually break out she would have to employ a greater amount of effort than she had on the man laying down behind her now. If possible she would rather avoid a higher level of combat being employed with so many people right here around them both and she also didn't wish to rely on her damned cursed powers either, but she just might get forced to have no other choice at this rate.
"Preserve my image...?" She questioned him as he seemed to talk like he knew something she didn't, which in truth he did. Luka had no knowledge of this however. Of course him finally drawing out his own weapon now as he faced her was not well received as she would not hesitate to strike him down at this point. He took a step towards her and she gripped her blade even as it rested at her side, fully ready to strike him now before she heard shouting from behind herself. A group of men were shouting at her and saying how they didn't need 'her kind' around here as she glanced back to see them all rushing at her. Two men were down to retrieve the now passed out but bandaged up criminal from before and Luka was forced to turn around now to face the man charging at her with daggers and knuckles or similar weapons. If he had seen past her then perhaps this is what Galand had been referring to just now. However these men were clearly attacking her with weapons at this point and there was no conceivable way her 'image' could be tarnished by her dealing with them here and now.
She stepped forwards as the first man rushed at her from the front while the others tried to circle around both herself and her metal covered 'companion' as she was greeted with a thrust aimed at her chest, just above her cleavage and in the center of her collarbone. That would be rather painful if she let him do that. It was a good thing that she wasn't letting him do that though as she had her left hand grab his wrist rather suddenly, halting his attack with her own superior strength as she forced his arm up and to her left, blade away from her body as she brought her right hand up and suddenly thrust her sword at his rubs. However she had reversed her grip on her blade while it had been resting at her side and was actually smashing the pommel into his side, getting a yelp of pain from the man as his grip on his knife loosened and she shifted her hand to snatch it from his grip, holding it for the time being in her left hand as she glared at him and the men surrounding them now. She's rather avoid spilling anymore blood at this pint after everything that's happened thus far but that might bot be completely avoidable depending on how aggressive they chose to be. "I'll take it that you are all criminals and thieves as well since you are retrieving that man and attacking a Marine in broad daylight like this. Stand down now or I cannot guarantee that you will remain unharmed for this crime." She spoke loud and clear, making sure that it was plainly evident at this point that she was in no way the bad guy, or girl, here and she was merely doing her job. Or at least that was the idea.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:22 pm
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✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ So the woman has some wits about her after all. Though Luka indeed seems confused by everything going on, she at the very least has the pride and smarts not to run off when danger is presented to her in this trying situation. Galand smirked beneath his helmet as the woman turns to face the men head on. What’s more, she even managed to take out one of the men without even a hint of struggling, leaving the man more or less dispatched from the fight immediately. “You didn’t run?” he questions in a bit of fake surprise as he turns his back to Luka so he can face the man that made way around the two swordsmen. With keen vision of the man’s body movements, the armored man watches closely in order to prepare his own attack. “Color me impressed, Little Bird.” he says before turning the half of his body without a sword towards the thug, lifting his free hand and motioning for him to bring it on.
“Come. I’ll not be outdone by her. Not today.” So he says in an arrogant-like tone, speaking up enough so Luka can hear his words.
The thug, however, isn’t so much interested in his provocations and dashes forth in his frustration and anger. “I’LL KILL YOU! STOP INTERFERRIN’ WITH US!” he scream while dashing forward. Right as the man gets close enough he stabs his knife at Galand with intentions to strike his abdomen, most likely. As if waiting for this chance, Galand side steps the man and spins around the guy as he’s mid stab before swinging the blunt end of his katana into the back on the man’s knees forcing him to bend backwards. As he does so, Galand spins once more so that he’s in position to slash down on the man’s face, and before doing this he flips his blade, bringing the blunt end once more onto the man--this time his face. The blow causes the thug’s head to smash into the cement, but from the looks of it, he’ll be fine. Maybe one gnarly headache when he wakes up, whenever that will be.
With this man taken out, Galand turns to Luka and starts walking towards her direction before moving faster, and then faster still, until he’s in an outright run where he inevitably winds up before one of the remaining three attackers, clashing swords with him. “I don’t mean to order you around, but you wouldn’t mind stopping those two from taking away that brute, would you, little bird?” he asks, attempting to have Luka stop those two other men from escaping with their leader. It was clear the other five are just distractions, and frankly, it’d hurt Galand’s pride if he were to just let the guy slip away. “OI! PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT’S IN FRONT OF YA!” Yells the thug currently clashing swords with the armored man. They go back and forth blow for blow, stopping each other from getting a good hit in. Quickly, the other two remaining attackers get themselves around the swordsman at two different points so that their trio forms a triangular formation around him.
“You shouldn’t have gone and gotten involved, you metal freak! Now, we’re gonna bust you AND your little girlfriend up!” Galand quickly holds up and hand and comically waves off that misunderstanding almost immediately. “Ah. No, she’s not my girlfriend or anything. Actually, we just met today.” But one of the guys cuts in with eyes stretched out as if both surprised by equally pissed off, “WHO CARES?!” Using this opportunity, Galand brings his katana across his chest and swings hard, slamming his blade into the guard of the man before him, tossing him back a few feet before dashing off towards an alleyway between a group of fairly tall buildings. The men look at each other before turning back to the fleeing prey. “Get em! Don’t let em escape or he’ll get help! No marine leaves this place alive!” one of them calls out. Galand looks over his shoulder, peeing through his helmet to ensure that the men are in fact following him. Gullible fools.
With them out of the way, Luka wouldn’t need to watch her back as much. There could be others in the crowd, but she’d have to deal with them herself. Back on the metal man’s end, as he gets close to the alleyway, he leaps in with both his arms cross over his chest to the opposite sides. Once the men get close enough inside, Galand throws his arms to the side before coming to a sliding halt on the other end of the alleyway. After standing back up, he turns to look at the men before holding up his hand as if to say goodbye. “Been nice knowing you.” he comments, forcing the men to stop midway into the alley in confusion. “The hell are you saying, idiot? We’re coming to get you right now! Stay right there, you hear me?!” one of the thugs orders, but his threats meet a dead end after the sound of stone catches everyone’s attention. On one end, the side of the building suddenly bursts into rubble and chunks of brick while a thin line shows up on the other building before it begins to slide over into the alleyway.
The men see this and immediately scream out in terror before being caught under the surprise attack. After inspecting the wreckage, Galand steps up on top of the highest point on the pile and crouching down before holding his free hand over his forehead like a visor, looking for Luka amidst all the dust and smoke. “Now then, how fare thee, Little Bird?” he wonders, hoping she didn’t go and get killed off or anything. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 965 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 4:52 pm
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Where was he? Drifting in an everlasting dream of nevermore, the once proud and perfect image of Johnny seemed to only exist for a few moments at a time. It did speak for itself -- he'd always seen himself as an object of total perfection. No matter the qualm to himself or anyone else around him. No matter what people thought of him. Johnny stood on the precipice of what he always believed to be absolute in everything he did, because there was a time when he didn't think anything more of himself than trash. Yes, even if it wasn't believed to be so, this one Johnny Beli. Blaze was nothing in comparison to the image he'd thought himself to be. He'd painted himself to be and it all came so long ago that you wouldn't believe. It was like a dream and as this single tumble weed came across the open breeze always and forever heading into the vast distant, it panned back. Him laying there, eyeing the sky, glasses showing those bright burning hues of amber -- from his father and the only link to his kind. Then those long locks of gold, shimmering and shining in their splendor, a gift from his pirate of a mother. He thought back to a time no too longer ago. Where things. . they just didn't make sense. A time when things were filled with fire and brimstone. His mother, branded a pirate and always on the run, falling in love with a denizen of a sky island. An outsider coming in and otherwise bringing ruin to the lives of those air walkers. The Gods were unhappy with his father. His people exiling him and so it was, so it shall be -- he'd never get to truly know his home in the sky. He'd never get to see how it all was supposed to play it. An orphan boy all by his lonesome, roaming the seafloor where nothing made sense and everyone was against him. What was there to do? But far back, even further than what he knew then, there was another time. It all began then where he first learned the art of the blade, but it was what it was. This tale would span back and as the clock drift so did Johnny; eyes closing as he lay in that field with nowhere to go. Nowhere to run to. The old memories of yesteryear replayed in his mind as he drift off to somewhere far, far away. Keep going. . And he did. The location unbeknowst to him, but there were two voices there. He was small. Very much so -- a tiny thing without a voice of his own. That charismatic feel was present even then and that bright smile spoke for itself. So simple it was. . He wished it'd stay that way but life never did. Embracing the course of what was to be and what never was in the first and last place, Johnny stilled himself for the ideal of that thought. Congruent in the lilac and shallow, spare trinkets, he'd never admit that the light of day was coming in so harshly. Yet here it was, painted clearly for him to see and he couldn't god damn deny it no matter how hard he tried. A brow lifted in dejection -- eye opening to the blue skies above for a moment before subtly closing with a knaw being the only thing keeping him moving forward at this present time. Coercing his chest, a soft sigh escaped before hand reached up through space, filled the clouds with amenity and then closing once ago. A huff, if he'd ever gave one before, escaped shushed in his own degradation. What was he doing here? What was the point? What would ever be the point? ". . . One can only wonder. ." Spare yourself softness, Johnny, you always thought yourself much more than that. At least, he'd always assumed he had, yet here he was staring a gift horse in the mouth. What was there to show for his endeavors besides this mediocrity he openly let be known. Gracing he, himself, and all things within, how could he ignore this feeling any longer. Finally rising from the ground, eyes looking to the horizon, he'd wonder just how long he'd sit there before making an adjustment. A move for himself to do what needed to be done. Johnny arose to the occasion with hands in his jacket pocket. There was no drink to satisfy his urges, no food to nourish him, no women to please him. None of the aforementioned could do anything about this craving. There was a job to be done and no skipping out on the details would make it so. Finally acknowledging the others with him, he'd turn with a stern expression. "There's money to be had, ladies. I'll take the courtyard and get the peoples attention. Nefetari, you do your thing. Tahira, you stay with Nefetari as backup. I'll signal if any problems arise." Ready. Set. Start. Wearing a draping cloak hiding his features - the only thing seen was those shades and black hat. The tarn drifted in the wind as he waltzed in through the doors with smirk hidden by aired expression. It was time to play his cards. . oh, that was until his eye caught sight of two already going through it with the locals. Without a word Johnny watched, saying nothing and simply continuing on his way. Why distract where there already was one?
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 5:25 pm
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Rank: Chore Girl
Str: 20 // End: 25 // Spd: 20 // Acc: 20 // Int: 20 // Spt: 40
Being questioned about not running was an insult unto Luka's character and she was officially getting annoyed with being addressed by these silly pet names by the 'masked' man as she sighed. "My name is Luka first off and the idea that a Marine would flee from a fight is a laughable insult." She retorted with such confidence that her behavior was the norm, when she was very far from the truth on the matter. She would be both surprised and pissed to say the least should she learn of how the greater majority of Marines actually behaved as a whole but that was an issue for later. these two had a handful of thugs to handle first and apparently metal head was intent on 'looking good' as he refused to be 'shown up' by Luka in their fight with these criminals. They appeared to be fully intent on killing both of the sword users here and now for their 'interference' as if they had a right to break the law and do as they pleased. Such a belief only fueled Luka's drive even more. She had no desire to let herself be killed bu such low life thugs and she wasn't about to let them run about free either. They would be locked up for a plenty long period of time after his. Any injuries they receive while resisting arrest would simply be extra and their own fault entirely.
Luka glanced back to the man in metal as he did have a valid point at least in regards to the fleeing thugs. She sighed and nodded as she couldn't really argur his point on the matter this time. "I don't mind, but it's Luka." She quickly corrected him as she turned her attention towards the two men trying to move the larger man out of the crowd that was now much fartherback from the group after the fight officially broke out. That was good as it gave them more room to work with and made things easier overall as Luka allowed Galand to distract the first three as she ran after the other two. Letting them escape was by no means an option and lifting up their large 'leader' was definitely going to impede their retreat compared to Luka's unhindered movements. She would catch up to them rather easily as the first man let go, letting the second one hobble back slower as he drew a sword with his right hand and he slashed at Luka. She would intercept this with her right hand sword with ease, locking him ina clash of blades as she stared at him with her expressionless, cold eyes as they returned and he quickly drew out a pistol with his left hand, ready to shoot her in their blade locked position. Luka was not so unskilled as to be caught off guard by such a tactic as her right moved forwards and hooked behind his own forwards right foot, tripping him up as he ended up shooting at the clouds as he fell. She quickly smacked the pistol from his hand with the flat of her blade as he landed on his back with a thud and she continued after him by stepping on his gut rather forcefully, knocking the wind out of him as she left him on the ground in pain to chase after the last thug.
He'd only gotten about another twenty feet at best thanks to his adrenaline surge as he looked back, fearful that Luka was right on his tail but when he looked over his shoulder, nobody was there. But he turned forwards with a sigh before he saw Luka right in front of him and he came to a sudden stop. She had leapt overhead just before he'd looked and cut him off with her blade raised now at the man as she stared at him with uncaring eyes. "You can head back over to the others with your boss and be taken into custody peacefully...or I can handle your arrest in a more forceful manner if you prefer." She gave him two very simple choices and after seeing how she and the other guy had handled the others, he merely shook before sighing, head down as he turned around to start carrying the boss over his shoulders back to the others where Luka would no doubt be cuffing and taking them all away as she lead them with her sword still drawn.. There was a large crashing sound as she looked over towards where Galand had run off towards. There was smoke, dust and rubble falling out of a nearby alleyway as they got closer and Luka could see the man standing atop it all as he looked around. No doubt the two pursuers of his were underneath all of that. She sighed and glared up at him as she brought back the man she had stepped on by dragging him along before she sets him down by the only unharmed thug and their boss. "What in the world have you done!?" She shouted out at him. "You can't just destroy public property like this!! You could have harmed civilians within the buildings themselves!" She was far from pleased with his choice of action as she scolded the man who was more or less on the chopping block for being arrested as well at this point now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 6:10 pm
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✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ { J U D G E } ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤ ✤Galan Drace || Swordsman x Gladiator || Pirate || Fruit [---] || 20,000 Str: 5 || End: 5 || Spd: 5 || Acc: 5 || Int: 5 || Spi: 0 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════╗[ Good. This is very good! Galand watches about while standing atop the rubble, paying heed to the crowd in order to spot any potential extra madmen. Though from the looks of things, all is clear. With that settled, he finally motions his eyes over to see Luka dragging a man along, clearing having put him down for assault or whatever. For him to be out like that, he must have pissed off Red something fierce. Though that being the case, it would seem as though the metal man has done the same. With Luka’s anger clearly visible now, Galand sighs at her insistence at forcing him to act properly. “Mada mada. Always with the nagging…” he complains before standing up and dusting off the arms of his armor. Fairly clean now, at least to his standards, he stares at Luka before inhaling, and then…
“Amazing! So you were a good marine after all! I cannot thank you enough for helping me stop these vicious thugs from harming the people of this town with their dangerous plans! Truly, you are a model citizen!” he says like some kind of announcer or hype man, speaking to the souls of all the weary people around scared from all of the otherwise dangerous things happening everywhere. Today just wasn’t their day, but with two seemingly out of nowhere heroes saving them, surely their worries can be put to rest. “You’ve outdone yourself today, marine! Superb!” After these words, the people start looking around at each other before their expressions change from grief to joy just like that. It starts slow, but more and more people begin clapping their hands and cheering for the two of them; Luka and Galand respectively.
“I guess she wasn’t so bad, if you really think about it, right? Haha, yeah man! And actually, isn’t she kinda cute for a soldier?? We can all agree there! Hear hear! You go girl! Finally a GOOD Marine! Yay! I’m proud of you, soldier! Oh yeah!”
The cheers come in from all around, people throwing in their two cents and others gossiping, etc. The list goes on, but the outcome is loud and clear. The people have come to like Luka, just like that. Galand, by this point, has leaped down from the stones of rubble and ends up walking closer to his ‘partner’ in this small event. Standing side by side with her, facing in the opposite direction, the man chuckles a bit. “You see? Listen to their words for yourself. Where once they feared the Marines for their cruelty, you’ve replaced with ‘hope’. And though it may be small, fragile, and easily forgotten, you’d set a small flame of change for the people of this town.” he goes on before spinning his katana in his right hand, and backwards sheathing it in its place on his right side.
“I’ll tell you now, but, the Marines are hated all over the world. Those fortunate places have not been affected yet, but I know you saw the terrified expressions of the people as you did your job. They were afraid of you, little bird. You need to understand something.” he starts before walking forward a bit and looking down at the group of rounded up thugs. The only remaining one awake trembles in both fear and anger as he stares up at the two of them. He glares deeply into Galand’s soul, clearly frustrated at his weakness to change this matter, and his failure at saving his friends and boss. Though he is definitely on the ‘negative’ side of the justice equation, in societies eyes, he too had a splendid life full of excitement and dreams. Unfortunately, he would never be able to reach out and touch them. His path, ends here. “This town is but a smaller case, Luka.” he says, finally saying her real name, while looking over his shoulder to the woman.
“Imagine entire Blues, chains of islands and countries, all fearful of the Marines. Being oppressed, falsely judged, and cruelly punished--often times for things they had no fault in. And when the marines are finally called out for their madness, they’ll use a scapegoat to evade any blame.” Galand looks over to see the Doctor from before sitting back against the barrel Galand used as a seat before all of this. He holds up a hand as to say hello to her, in order to completely free her from her doubts. Everything, is fine now. Realizing his intentions, she places a hand on her chest and exhales before shaking her head to calm her nerves. Once she’s completely together, she nods and stands up to prepare her things to leave. Hanging around here would do her no good for sure. Galand watches the young woman walk off, fading into the cheering crowd bravely. Knowing she had done a good thing.
“These people have no chance, you know? What can they do against the World Government? What, besides put on the mask of false smiles and take it?” he asks her, sternly now, with a slight raise his his voice where he had kept cool until this point. Turning to Luka, Galand holds up hand up before himself with his palm facing the sky, before tightly clenching his hand into a fist. “Those things won’t last. If they are not changed from the inside, then someone without WILL make a move to change it. This world cannot stay this way, little bird. No, it cannot. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but a day will come when this world will be flipped upon its head. Dreams will be crushed, and those in power will fall. The foundation of this world will be uprooted! The people’s fears...will not be ignored.” he says before swinging his arm to the side as if to reaffirm his words. After lowering said arm, he waits patiently for Luka’s words.
What she says from here, after seeing and hearing the truth with her own ears, will be what determines Galand’s belief in her future. ]╚════════════════════════════════════════════╝Words in Post: 1,009 || Uncashed Words: --- || Uncashed EXP: --- || Cashed EXP: --- || Rank: ---
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Credit: Format base by Fauna Lestrade.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 7:38 pm
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