Angel Island

[BIG GUCCI EDO]

pιѕтoleer || ѕкуριєαи кιиg~♡

Str:10 II Spd: 20 II Acc: 20 II Int: 10 Stm: 30 II Spr: 105

Soon the ghoul would find himself causing chaos all over the heavenly island, angel beach in panic. Civilians in disbelief. Using his spectral abilities the ghost of a scoundrel floated high above the clouds in the city of winged people. Screeching tears of joy, for all of the sights to see here were nearly all seen. Just one more bit of fun left to be had. Floating around the ghost began leaping into peoples beings and holding them hostage. Petty possession was just one of the many otherworldly ablities the yomi yomi no mi would grant him. With cheating the reaper being the first the user could manifest their violent spirit and become a spectre of legend. Leaping into the body of a middle-aged skypiean man. As the spirit would enter his body the man would fall to the floor and begin shaking violently as the 2 battled for control over the body. The thing about possession was that you weren't just hi-jacking a body, you had to keep the other soul under wraps. Their was more then that though several factors lead to possessing a body. The first and foremost important being vulnerability. You'd find nothing but failure trying to overtake a body with a powerful or determined soul. To be truly effective The Yomi Ghost would have to sense the spirits of the vessels around him. This man whom Thaddeus was currently trying to body jack had been severely depressed for a time now. As they fought for control Thaddeus could see visions of the life belonging to the soul, every demon, ghost, or skinwalker knew that this was the time to prod the brain for weaknesses, weaknesses that he could and would use to subdue the soul in a state of grief.

Only in true grief could a Thaddeus' soul overtake a body. The yomi yomi user would have to lower the mans spiritual strength. Pulsating the man flopped like a fish on the ground. Eyes rolled back into his skull, drool running from his unclosed mouth. Much to the shock and confusion of the people around him they were unsure of how to help him. And they knew better too, at this time lovely street had already been ravaged by the ghost, he body jacked from one person to the next continuing his battle with Skypiean white berets. With the local police trying their best to keep the spiritual attackers under wraps Thaddeus would simply wait for the opportunity to drop their spiritual strength, then he could jump from this body to one of their ranks. As Thaddeus scoured his hostage's memories for the root of his depression he came across a memory from the middle-aged man.

A time when he was happier. He wakes up, he brushes his teeth. Combing his hair to the side he prepares for work. Stepping downstair he his delighted as the sent of breakfast catches his nose. I see his wife, his children, his beautiful home. Enough to make any man happy, skipping forward in this mans brain, Thaddeus found himself placed between the man and his wife in what seemed to be them in an argument. His dark aura creeping steadily into the memory, tainting it, as the memory continued Thaddeus would replaced himself with the wife speaking in her place. And with his spiritual power he would force the man to relive the fight, this time with a more traumatic effect.

The mans wife would be replaced with a vision of Thaddeus in a dress unfortunately for him, his house would turn from an upscale skypiean home to a worn down rendition of the house. As the man walked in the room he would see the orange haired ghoul cooking a bowl of something. And just as he did the day of the fight he would begin sitting down in his seat, reading the weekly paper.

"They say theirs been another pirate attack in the blues. I don't know whats going on in the world today."

"The world? You barely know whats going on in your own house let alone the world."

"What do you mean by that?!"

The fight would continue the ways it was supposed to be with man and wife bickering back and forth. While in reality the man was still fighting for control of his body. The more the memory progressed the more emotional toll it was talking on the man. Until.

"You know what?! I'm fed up with this shitshow of a house. I'm taking my children and leaving!"

The wife would say before taking their small daughter and leaving the home. At that moment the memory would begin to fade. Leaving the man's soul in a broken state inside of the broken home. While Thaddeus could fully take control. Outside in the physical world The man's body would finally stop shaking. It would have seemed as if his seizure had ended.

"Sir, sir? Are you alright?!"

A concerned citizen would ask even in the midst of the riot, shaking the man away he would answer.

"Yes baby, in fact I'm better then ever!"


The middle aged man would say, in a voice that didn't quite sound like his. Raising from the ground he would dust himself off then smile at the girl whom came to check on him. A sweet gesture really. But now he was in full control his possession was complete. And now with a body slave Thaddeus could cause all the more chaos an destruction that he wanted. Reaching into the man's coin purse The ghoul would notice that he had a small dagger hidden at his side. Reaching for it he pulled it out, much to the younger girls surprise. perhaps he had some sort of insight on haki because like a bat out of hell she took off running unknowingly saving her own life. Turning the possessed man's ugly mug around Thaddeus began looking for some sort of guard. He was going to body jump from this sock puppet to another of more destructive capability. Seeing a troupe of guards pass by to deal with a fire at a familiar gift shop Thaddeus plotted on how he was going to overtake one of them. Sending his soul out to find the weakest spiritually of the group any ghoul would know exactly what to do.

Thaddeus feared not for his meat puppet body for at any moment he could free himself from it. Clutching the knife in his hand he moved toward the group of guards with ill intent in his mind. Sneaking up on them, the middle aged man prepared to stab. Driving his blade deep into the neck of what seemed to be the commanding officer. Blood squirted out of the gash in his neck, without a moments noticed the man lunged forward toward the next man attempting to continue his killing spree.

"Captain! Err someone subdue this crazy man!"

A guard would call out, as they began circling around Thaddeus spears at the ready. Monitoring the moral of the group The ghost could tell that each man was scared, even when surrounding the perp they refused to move in any closer. Cornering him like a pack of dogs Thaddeus knew that there was no way out, and he wasn't going to bore himself by going to prison in this meat suit. Still clutching the knife the possessed man would begin to smile, with his final act in this body he would plant the see of fear into one of them. Taking the knife the possessed man would frantically begin thrusting the blade into his stomach, much to the shock of the guard. With his body covered in his own blood the crazed lunatic lunged forward toward the guard fearing nothing. Smearing blood over the young guard he would wrestle the man to the floor. With the other guards around them coming to his aid. Thaddeus' final moment's in that body would be that of him getting poked to death. However the malevolent spirit was successful in his mission he'd successfully traumatizing the young guard. His spirit jumping from one body to the next this time choosing to lay dormant within his subconscious.

As the troupe looked back toward their fallen captain, That's when the spirit would take root inside of the young boy. With the evil soul emerging from his body, Thaddeus would drive the spear into the nearest guard, in the same time pulling his sword from it's sheathe and slicing another. To the guards it would seem like a plague the way people were going mad. And a plague it was, though not of the body but of the spirit. The final guard turning to him he gasped looking back at what had unfolded.

"Igor! Are you out of your mind!"

The guard would call out simultaneously drawing his sword. It seemed now Thaddeus and this man were caught in a gridlock. With his wraith of the dead, Thaddeus' possessed body reckless charged forward swinging the sword wildly. Taking the guard by surprise he would begin parrying each wild strike. Clashing the two would begin their dance of death, testing eachother's skill with a blade. As the 2 guards battled in the chaos of Lovely street The duel for a man's soul would hang in the balance. Driving the evil soul back the Skypiean guard fought with all of the might he could muster, while at the same time trying not to hurt his friend. As they clashed Thaddeus knew he had the ace in his sleeve see has how he couldn't harm his friend. Steel against Steel the men duels slashing and slicing at each other. Losing ground in the fight Thaddeus made a hasty retreat running into the flame and brimstone that was lovely street. Running through the city, the guard chasing after him on foot, Thaddeus smirked having the chase was all apart of his plan. Scurrying into an alley, under the cover of darkness the possessed guard would disappear. Running toward the alley the Skypiean knight would know better, entering a dark corridor alone with no back up was like a suicide mission. No matter he charged into the unknown, if he wasn't going to save his friend who would, entering what seemed to be an abandoned bank.

As the guard snuck through the darkness he would hold his breathe. Trying to get a fix on the distant shuffling he could hear. Now normally spirits didn't have a use for money which is why they didn't usually go for it, but when you were powerful enough to manifest a physically form, normal rags and tatters wouldn't cut it for this undead pirate. And just how fashionable he was in life you know he was going to carry himself in the same manner in death. Stuffing skypian extols in a bag The possessed guard would carry out Thaddeus' will without fail. Collecting all the valuables and materials he would need in order to begin his piracy anew back in the human world. Watching the skypiean guard would be speechless watching his comrade whom he was sure of was never a traitor. This action was unlike him, emerging from his hiding spot the guard would stand before his friend with a more stern expression on his exhausted face.

"Who are you... You aren't Igor..."


"Clever one aren't you. What tipped you off me stabbing your friends, or the whole officer robbing a bank thing I'm working on over here."

The spirit said turning to the guard. This would be the climax of their bout. While the man would be tired and worn down mentally. The spirit was unnaturally in his ability and untiring was he, messing around Thaddeus began twirling the sword in his hand dropping the bag of money on the floor.

"I asked you WHO ARE YOU!"

The guard said commanding the spirit to reveal itself. And just as spiritual law, once he was commanded to identify he must.

"In life I had a name. Now it no longer matters, down there they called me Skinny. Skinny on account of my you know.... condition."

Smirking in a body that wasn't his, Thaddeus would answer the man. with introductions wrapped up the men would begin their final battle. Each moving toward each other fake pumping with their weapons the men would begin light combat. Almost like a dance the way they casually clashed blades. Each testing each others footwork, stance, and power. With his unholy knowledge Thaddeus could careless about a physical battle after all he had nothing to lose. Then suddenly with a burst of energy the Skypiean guard would rush forward leading their little dance, thrusting, stabbing and slashing at the ghost. Blocking all but one of the attacks Thaddeus' meat puppet would sustain a noticeable wound on his stomach. Smirking he would look down, watching the blood drip from his gash.

"Ouch..."

Thaddeus would utter before answering back with an attack of his own. Swinging his sword at the mans head aiming to decapitate him. It was certainly a dangerous game they were playing. and The ghoul was in fact playing. Quickly evading the attack the skypiean man ducked under the slash, cutting some of his hair straight off his head. Falling to the floor he would be caught by one of Thaddeus' downward stabs, pinning his abdomen to the ground. Screaming in pain the guard would begin leaking blood. Thaddeus continued to stuff his bags with money and hurl them over his shoulder. Reaching out for a stick the ghoul would pluck it off the ground and thrust it into a fire. Catching fire the ghoul would begin to pace around the room, still dripping blood from his wound. Whistling a sweet tune he'd heard, he casually paced around the room spreading fire from area to the next until the whole bank would go up.

"Killing you would be pointless, it's not like you could ever stop me in the first place, but I will do this."

He said driving his sword into his meat puppet's body. The soul of the pirate would exit from the body of the younger guard. Taking form Thaddeus true ginger hair would flow down from his undead body. Lifting the sacks of money from the floor the ghost man would wave goodbye toward both guards just before leaving them to burn to death inside of the bank. As he would exit, the ghost of the marksmen would begin to light one of his signature cigars. Nothing was better then a plan well executed. The only other thing left for him to do was cash in the loot, from here he would pilot the Maxim down to the blues. And use the advance technology to conquer every bit of the known world. Through this all he thought of his last crew, looking into his pocket he pulled the pirate flag from his waist. Even in death it stuck to him. He thought about how the actions of another got him killed in the first place. Clenching the flag the evil spirit would smirk, his dark aura wrapping him like a cloak as he continued down the path of darkness.

Exit!

[Raid! Angel Island: 2,524/2,500]

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[BIG GUCCI EDO]

gimme the loot, gimme the loot!  

[Lerry Jive]

To the next area they had moved. Black boots would fall into the soft yet firm material. It was as if the entire island was made of some kind of foam. It was a strange feeling to grace his presence upon yet it didn’t stiffen his movements. This would take some getting used to but nothing a few paces would not reprehend. Glances and glares. There was no doubt in his mind that they would be the center of attention when they went into town. Some of them stares were of bewilderment. This group had no wings. [As far as they could see.] Other glares were made out of resentment. It was clear that they did not get visitors often. However, the animosity, the atmosphere had a strong sense of tension to it. There were some citizens that did not want them here. This much was clear as winged guardians in shining armor created a wall of sparkling shields to block their path. Eye brows motioned in confusion as the captain began to analyze their situation. “All this for not paying the entrance fee?” Kaito sarcastically inquired. Of course, he knew this was more to this than that. Making light of the situation was the only way to prevent him from taking regrettable defensive courses of action.

Double jointed wrist bent in his pocket. Kaito was not nervous, just a bit unsettled. “Uhhh, you just going to block us or is there something to this intimidation tactic?” Kaito would ask to break the brief but awkward silence. In unison, a few guards would part the formation. Swift and crisp someone would step through. Clearly this was a man importance. Armor was shined and upkept. His stance screamed stature and position. Kaito would not break eye contact. Highly cognizant of his peripherals and paying attention to everyone excluding the members of Primo Dio. Particularly the blonde-haired blade master. His actions and words would tell him exactly who this guy was. If he knew him at all. “You already know what is going to happen. I don’t expect you to give yourselves up without a fight. Just follow us to prevent the involvement of these civilians.” This was his request. So, they wanted to throw the hands? Kaito could respect it. Why beat around the bush? All the pirate could do was brighten with a smile. “Heh. Okay. However, I have a small request.” The darkened skin brawler would lean forward to get in the face of this challenger. “I am an ambitious man. We win. You take us to the city of gold.” These terms were not random. Based off the expression of the warrior Kaito could confirm the existence of the legendary city. “Fine.” The Skypeian would respond after a moment to ponder. “Great. Lead the way.” His body would adjust slightly to his crew clasping his hands together he would display a small jester of merriment. The thoughts of this being a trap did occur to him. There were just somethings in life you played by ear. That’s what Kaito was doing at the moment.

[Exit = Upper Yard ]

[Kaito: Raid of Angel Island [450/1,250]

𝙿𝙾𝚆 145 ｌ 𝚂𝙿𝙳 110 ｌ 𝙴𝙽𝙳 110 ｌ 𝙰𝙲𝙲 5 ｌ 𝙸𝙽𝚃 5 l 𝙳𝙴𝚇 60 l 𝚂𝙿𝙸 40 l 𝙷𝙿 360/360

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Cinna-Apple Nami

Panda King Tai-tai Grim

Deecee Sama

 

[Cinna-Apple Nami]

☙ STR ┋ 002 x⚫ xEND ┋ 003 x⚫ xSPD ┋ 007 x⚫ xACC ┋ 003 x⚫ xINT ┋ 010
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☥ Navigated safely, the crew would disembark and travel onward on foot. The first decent down; feet touching something as comparable to a marshmallow. A slightly frightened thought would soon ease and a smile would form. A bit of playfulness would display as Tahira took in the wonder of the cloud ground beneath her feet. “This is amazing!” Spoken in pure glee as she jumped in a large mass that seemed immensely soft. And oh was it. A small fit of laughter would consume her as she dwelled in joy before ushering herself back towards the group. So it hadn’t been a dream. She was actually here. This place. Was actually real. There had been even the slightest thought that they all had been suffering from the same dream. An actual island in the sky. Cloud-like surface and all. But no. It wasn’t. And her hands. The sensation she received, said otherwise.

Eyes shined with curiosity and wonder as they traversed forward. Left and right she gazed. It was all amazing. But alas, that wouldn’t last too long. The stares would bring her out from her moment of pure joy. The natives. Beings with beautiful wings upon their backs. They watched with careful gazes. Some were frightful glares. Had the group done something wrong? Perhaps word got through that they hadn’t paid the toll? Or was it because they were different? From observation alone, Tahira felt that all her thoughts were right on the money. “We don’t mean you any harm, really” Soft and sincere words would go on deaf ears. The people turning away; not even acknowledging her. As if frightened to do so. Did she and the others look that terrifying? Or perhaps there was more to it than that.

The rumble of a group approaching would turn her gaze. Soldiers with shiny shields would make their approach; standing before the group. As if to ascertain a threat. Different from the Marines, though she could see that they held similarities. And apprehending them was one of them. Kaito stood proudly before them. Showing no fear. But as well agreeing to do battle. Only slight surprise arose, but who was she kidding. This was the usual Kaito after all. With deals made, him and Johnny would begin. With Johnny making the first move. A show of skill, which even made her surprised. She had gotten a front row seat to what Kaito and Nefertari held in form of strength and power once before. And this would only be a taste of what Johnny held. These three surely weren’t people to be idle of. And she could only wonder of the outcome. “Maybe too many people won’t get hurt?” Wishful thinking.

With a task bestowed upon her, she would eye the golden haired swordsman. Unsure if it was actually wise to do so. Given the current circumstances. But deep down, she did wish to see more of the place. So with a slight sigh, she decided to do so. “Alright. But don’t go too overboard. Please” Surely her words would be ignored, given how ready those two were. With a turn, she would be off, though not before saying one last thing. Mostly to herself. “Collect a small donation. Is he trying to call me a thief on the low?” Arms folded, she’d slip away, while contemplating her own being. “I’ve only taken what was necessary. That’s all!” Soon a sigh would escape as she shook the thoughts away. This wasn’t the time for it. For now, she had a task to do. And oh how she was going to enjoy it.

The shopping district rested before her and her eyes scanned the many shops and many odd items within. Her expressions shinned her curiosity, while the natives were spooked and rushed away to inform the authorities. The young physician wouldn’t notice, until the reflection of one officer rested in the window she peered inside. He voiced loathing and his authority. Though Tahira ignored it. Well, it was how he took it anyway. She was aware and remained that way while still observing the wares inside. “I’ve done nothing wrong. So why am I being harassed” Annoyed, he would approach, though as agile as she was, she dodged sneakily, while as well snatching the hefty purse upon his hip. Back to him, she tossed the bag within her hand, feeling the contents. Up and down in a teasing manner, the single soldier growing angry by the minute. Rushing at her, she would dodge once again and take off through the unfamiliar strip. But easily given her nimble form, she would lose him and head right back to the shop she had her eyes on. No one in sight, she grabbed what appeased her, while leaving payment behind. It wasn’t useful to her, so why keep it? Grinning, she loaded up on numerous things before seeing the soldier once again, but with back up. “Time to go”




[[ Raid! - 825 / 450 | ]]


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Panda King Tai-tai Grim


Lerry Jive

 

[Panda King Tai-tai Grim]

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xxツxxᴀᴅᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴅʀᴜ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ | مجھے دعا دی جائے ضروری ہے.
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[ Strengh: 50 || Speed: 80 || Endurance: 60 || Accuracy: 35 || Intelligence: 00 ]
[ HP: 300 || [ Spirit: 40 || Dexterity: 60 || Race: Human || Class: Assassin || Experience: 400,000 || Devil Fruit: Poison Poison | Doku Doku no Mi || Bounty: 80,500,000 Beli]



Back and forth the male would turn in front of the mirror. His viridescent eyes accented by the begotten emerald adorning his neck. A purple serpent would slither up and out his shirt to look at him as he would admire his own reflection. "Doesn't it look great on me snake?" A hiss could be heard from the viper which would cause Nefertari to give a confident toothy green. "I DO look beautiful don't I!?" He would walk over to the window again and begin scouting for something else to snatch. Something shiney that would quickly catch his eye.
There! it was a pocket watch hanging from the waste of an old gentleman! A simple nod of the head would send the serpent out the white cloth hiding the assassin's torso and out towards the old man. With haste and precision, the snake would snatch the watch and slither back to its master before the male knew it was missing. Nefertari would duck back into his room and examine the watch. "I mean... it's not really my style but I'm sure I have an outfit or two that could use a pocket watch!"
He would return to his mirror and begin to admire his reflection again. By now his team were in the middle of a western style stand off with golden guardians but Nefertari was no where in sight. No where in ear shot. He didn't even realize the ship had stopped moving! Though he would soon. The assassin would make a content smile at the reflective glass and make his way up to the deck of the ship. He was going up merely to show off his new necklace. He would be suprised to find no one was on board! "Hey loo-... Hello?"
No audiance. He would look over the side of the ship and see his crew on land being confronted by soldiers! He should be there! The male would jump down from the ship and on to land, making his way "stealthily" to his crew. His arrival on time with Tahira's start to making her rounds and taking money. Standing behind Kaito, Nefertari would give the illusion that he had always been there. Giving a scowl to the possible enemies as if he understood the situation.
Emerald eyes would scan the area, looking at the crowd of people and trying to figure out the most likely outcome for sucha strange situation that he wasn't here for. This looked like your standard law versus pirate scenario but this wouldn't be the first time the assassin's judgement got him in trouble. Patience was required. If he just stayed silent and listened, all would soon be explained to him...hopefully.

(OOC: The elegance of this raid participation~)
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[BIG GUCCI EDO]

Thaddes strolls through and admires the devastation.  

[XV_Xarso_XV]

Yusuke walked past a desecrated shrine while munching on something.  

[BIG GUCCI EDO]

Margo

Coming across another destroy area Margo had the uncontrollable urge to just ignore it. Even heaven knew destruction was this world really nothing but pain? Walking through the area the smoke had cleared and all that was left was old memorize and burnt wood. A sad sight indeed, Looking around him Margo could see that this was the remance of some sort of shopping district, he wondered of there was still some good loot around, anything he could use to better serve his goal. Foraging through the rubble the latin man couldn't really find anything to his liking. He found, old picture, rotten fruit, broken valuables. Nothing really suited for his journey. Here unlike South Blue no body lived here, there was no reason for him to commit to back breaking labor again, however he was disgusted with the way the Government would allow the rubble to stay. In the distance Margo could see a few little angel children playing ball on another cloud island, He thought about how anyone could allow kids to play this close to dangerous, unstable rubble. However none of that was his business anyway. Looking around Margo wanted to see if he could find any sort of cleaning instrument anything that could help him comb through the destruction of people's lives and property. Finding a nearby broom the man began to sweep the ruin, wiping away all of the dirt and broken glass. While Margo hated this type of pointless destruction he didn't exactly blame the pirates for what they did. He didn't exactly blame anyone for anything unless it was done with intent. But Margo knew about life on the run. When food was low you had to do anything necessary to continue the voyage. While to many he seemed like a folk hero, Margo wasn't a saint, nor would he ever be no matter how hard he tried. The dirt and glass would be swept off the side of the cloud sky and fall someone into the blue sea below, but that was someone else's problem It was their problem to deal with now, and Felipe Margo had done his good deed for the day. The messy hair of his covering his face, his strong explosive arms lifting broken wood and tossing it into a pile so that people could at least enter the shops themselves and begin rebuilding. Soon elders came to acknowledge the work the foreign man was doing. It was the fact that no one knew who he was, and no one was forcing him to do such tasks that made him a hero in the people's eyes. But like heros usually did, Felipe would come and go, doing is good deed for the day he'd ask for no reward as he would continue on the journey of life. Unknown to him, The man with no name would become his new alias, soon everyone from South blue and Sky Kingdom would be talking about the mysterious hero who comes to rebuild s**t. Some say he was related to bob the builder, some say dora the explorer, but one thing was for sure, Edo was done typing words.

Raid reimbursement 500/500  

[BIG GUCCI EDO]

rolly polly olley!  

[Acuroi]

The actual destination did not matter, for it all would succumb to the same fate. With no flag pole this time, Adrian would simply walk around with only his burning steps. There was not enough heat to really leave a mark, but the sizzling sound of his steps may grab the attention of those around him. Again, he would speak out to those around him and tell them that this area was now under the guidance, or control, of the Red veil Pirates. Truth be told, with nobody to fight in these areas, he was not entirely sure what kind of steps he should take in order to seize command over these areas. All he could really do was announce himself and his role as their leader.

"What's your name?" He spoke out to his first recruit and newly minted First Mate. Thinking back on the previous takeover, the pirate realized he never even got the name of the male he was letting into the crew. Adrian had already announced himself, so he figure his name was already known. Plus, with the action he took to get himself thrown in jail, twice, the Captain had already had the notion that random people would already know him. "And what's all this about being a hero?" Adrian's hero or the people's? The white haired male knew nothing about heroism or even villainy for that matter. His sole goal was to enjoy the heat of battle. "Is that like your dream or something?" He would not judge, but he would not think too highly of that aspiration. Yet, as a member of the Red Veil Pirates, the newcomer would find Adrian to have a slight feeling of obligation to help. "As my First Mate, I have got to understand you and where you're coming from." He shrugged again, almost as if he did not even believe his own words. In truth, he did not care for the personal background of the guy, but Adrian was also not dumb enough to let some random tag along on his adventures. And yes, while that was exactly what happened, the pirate would at least try and get to know someone that could potentially be a partner in his battle against the world. "So what's your story?" The white haired male was already dreading the answer to this question. He would hope it was kept short and sweet, but he understood what kind of area he just stepped in.
[ 412 Words Personally Committed ]
[ 412 Total Words Towards Takeover ]

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583 [ 583 ] Health
740 [ 740 ] Stamina

005 [ +00 ] Strength
100 [ +00 ] Prowess
060 [ +00 ] Defense
060 [ +00 ] Speed
060 [ +00 ] Stamina
003 [ +00 ] Vitality

Misujage

 

[Misujage]

STR 600 || SPD 290 || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 00 || DEF 100
STA 600 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 660

Hop Hop Hop. Riven would skip across the springy clouds of the walkway. Feeling a little better, he couldn't stay down forever after all. He was so content with himself. having started making more steps to go forward. He paused, folding his arms again and glaring.

"I told you my name, if you weren't actin like a crazy person you'd remember." He was pointing accusingly at the other white haired male. Shrugging off his question with glowing pink eyes. he wasn't going to tell him again. "I'm not saying again, ya just gunna have ta guess." He spoke while hastening his walk and bypassing Adrian to look over the space of the Beach. Seems like news of God's Shrine had already begun to spread. Since Adrian decided to be silly and showoffy they probably let spies slip away. Now everyone was on edge, probably in their homes. This Beach was just about deserted save for a few guards who wanted to reclaim their home. Still distant for now.

"I'm not tellin, so stop askin." he shifted his head back, attitude written across his face. he wasn't angry, well not with Adrian anyway, but he was a bit bratty. In spite of his actual age, he hadn't been awake throughout most of his life. So he was definitely still a child at heart, and until he knew exactly what his heart wanted he wasn't going to invest too far in any single direction. His eyes scanned Adrian up and down. "You shrug allot, you know dat?" It was a question, but it was formed more like a statement. of course he already realized that Adrian shrugged too much, but he was letting him know. Cause it was weird, but the Pirate was a weird guy so that was well enough.

"Cause I arrested you last year I know you ain't dat strong, but I dun really know you. Why would I tell you sum'n about me first?" A hand covered his brow to block out the sun, there wasn't a lot of guards, but they were all pretty much paper weights to him. This was just a show of dominance, the same show he'd give to Oshino when the time came.

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[Acuroi]

Both eyes thinned and pierced the space between Adrian and his first mate. 'I aint that strong?' A part of him really wanted to prove the kid wrong right there on the spot, but another part of the pirate captain was telling him that this kid may also just be crazy. "I'd think I would remember you if you arrested me." The male would nod his head as if to reaffirm his statement. Once more Adrian would look over his first mate. He felt familiar, but definitely did not look familiar. "I'm pretty sure I have never seen you before. I've been arrested twice and unless you can somehow change forms.." He paused for a moment just to make sure, but he would shake his head after a brief pass over. "..you weren't either of them."

He would take steps forward once more, but this time his actions would not take him towards the height of a building. Rather, he would step straight towards the guards who were warily watching the two pirates. "No hard feelings guys." He shrugged again, as if he was trying to enforce the notion that his first mate had already led to just moments ago. "I just need this entire place to be mine so that I can attract the stronger guys." That was the real truth for the pirate. He was not really out in the world for a revolution or to purge the world of anything. His entire goal was to get strong enough to prove to the world that he was on top. Why? There was no particular reason. It just seemed like the goal that would bring him the most amount of joy. "I promise though.. " He patted one of the guards on the shoulder before finishing his statement. "..I'll get someone to whip up some nice patches in order to show your allegiance. You'll have the same job, but you'll look cooler I guess." A smirk would grace the lips of the Red Veil's Captain. The picture that was painted on his face was definitely the most smug one he had worn in quite a while. Personally, he was just doing this small show of power as a way to antagonize or poke the bear. Even though he focused on the use of his fruit for his battles, a part of the man wanted to duke it out with this man. Yet, he knew that it was not in the guards best intentions to do so. Thus, Adrian turned away to once more focus on his new comrade.

"First Mate." He probably was given the name of the kid before him, but trying to remember was too much work. "You want to know about me?" There wasn't much to tell, as there was not much he went through in order to make it to this point of his life. "For the most part, I'm doing what I'm doing in order to fight the strongest guys." His body went for a shrug, but his mind told him not to do it. "I just feel like the best way to really feel someone at their core is to fight them. To have their minds race with the possibilities and outcomes. Rage, fear, and even love.. it all dictates the actions a person takes within a fight." It sounded weird even to himself, but it was the only way he could explain it. "Having a hard fought battle shows one's true self." He looked back at the are around the two before glancing once more at the guards in the distance. "I just want to strip the world down and see everyone's bare bones."
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583 [ 583 ] Health
740 [ 740 ] Stamina

005 [ +00 ] Strength
100 [ +00 ] Prowess
060 [ +00 ] Defense
060 [ +00 ] Speed
060 [ +00 ] Stamina
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STR 600 || SPD 290 || VIT 000 || PRW 000 || STA 00 || DEF 100
STA 600 || HP 1100/1100 || SPI 660

He frowned again, how could anyone forget him? he was the only tiny titan that the Marines had. Unless, of course, him and that girl he was with were balls deep in their own perversions. Maybe they think they touched each other to death. His hands went up to reach for his antlers, but since Cezar left even those had receded. They were but small knobs lost within his hair now. "So you're dumb too?." he sucked his teeth and looked back over the land scape. "Tch, man, duder." A part of him still felt bad, but as long as no one died he could live with it. He flipped his hood back up and paced quickly. Zipping by Adrian before an assault took place, not to interfere, heavens know, but to reduce casualties. He could take them over without completely demolishing them after all.

But there was no telling what kind of combatant Adrian was, he had taken him down too quickly before. His right knee rose upward, slamming directly into the Guard that Adrian had touched. Swiftly the man was snatched away and sent barreling across the picturesque scenery. The small child landing, easy, it was always easy beating people up. But right now, it felt good, it helped make the feelings of angst inside of him subside. He could beat up everyone here, but that would just further drop him into world of Pirates. Immersing, every step another step away from the marines. They were all jerks anyway.

"Aye, your dream kinda sucks don't it? ya not really doin nuffin." Riven chimed in his childish voice, hands open in confusion. That didn't seem like a dream, it just seemed like the things you did when leading up to a dream. Fighting, getting stronger, so you were powerful enough to enforce the change you needed around you. A Hero, the King of the Marines, that was Merlin's dream. It was taken from him by the Marines who had turned their back on him. He wanted the system rewritten in his own image, so that he could be the Hero others modeled themselves for. Because he knew in his heart that the Marines were corrupt, just look what such an unjust system did to someone so small.

"I'm gonna be King!" He shouted out, after tolling over the lack luster amounts of inspiration that Adrian had given. He drew his gaze back, shuffling, because he couldn't be King of the marines anymore. So, he only had one option. Leaning forward and shouting, so much so that the Guards in the distance whom had yet to catch up would pause. The birds in the surrounding trees fluttered, finding a new place to make birth. "OF EVERYTHING!" His face pouted, turning a mild shade of red before he stomped down. His body rocketed into the air, propelled by his own strength.

he sailed on the wind towards the guards, many of them swerving to what could be the sight of a bullet. Or maybe a missile shell. He gripped the hilt of his katana and as he landed he slid by the Guards, whipping up ample amounts of white cloud smoke to cover his path. Was that what he wanted? To be King of everything. groan after groan the Guards fell behind him from the delayed actions of his reverse blade slash. He turned back, looking through the distance to Adrian, coat billowing in the wind, hair following suit.

He just had to be a Hero first.

He picked up one Guard, the last one, the one he hadn't hit as hard. Groggily he would prep the man for his orders. "Go get reddy, ev'ry army you have. We're gonna beat'em all up." He let the Skypeian go, to run and tell the rest what would happen here. Even if he fought alone, an Army of flies was still just that, an Army of flies. It was a shame, these used to be the good guys, the ones who needed protection. But he wasn't allowed to protect them anymore, was he Oshino. So he could only protect those who would accept them, and those that would still accept him just happened to be Pirates. Imagine, what could have been avoided, if the Lion just showed his face.

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