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It has been seven days since the execution of the right hand of the Pirate King, Alexander "Throne" Sivers. With his death, the last of the King Pirates were dead. It was expected by many of the Marines and the World Government that with it, pirate activity would sharply decreased, going along with Fleet Admiral Bronso Kanaru's announcement of the "End of Piracy". Yet with Sivers' last words, a different reaction was achieved from the people of the world. Piracy was not dying away. Piracy was increasing. By the hundreds, newly formed pirate crews were making their way to the Grand Line for the opportunity presented to them.
Yet pirates weren't alone in this thinking. Fleet Admiral Bronso Kanaru, fresh off a win against the Pirate King, sought to fill in the hole of power with the World Government and the Marines. He continued to relentlessly pursue pirates, while also claiming old territory of the King Pirates. Kanaru also ordered the construction of numerous new ships from the different territories in the world to build up their fleet.
It is for this reason that so many people, Marines and citizens, are gathered now near the port of Loguetown. The Marine Base in Loguetown has just finished construction of their own brand-new ship, which they have decided to name the Grand Justice. The ship is small by normal Marine ship standards, but it is quick and agile. As with most Marine ships, it contains the words 'MARINE' across the sail, as well as the symbol of the World Government.
Today is the maiden voyage of the ship. Currently in the Loguetown prison resides a number of pirates who have recently been captured all throughout the East Blue, some of which are quite high-profile. The Grand Justice's first voyage will involve transporting them to Impel Down, the World Government's maximum-security prison for the most dangerous criminals and pirates.
The Marine in charge of this operation is a Commander by the name of Takoumashi Youra, who has just announced the ceremony to a roaring crowd of citizens and Marines. The ceremony will take place later in the day, just before sunset.
"Let it be known that piracy in any form won't be tolerated!" Commander Youra bellowed, extending his arms above his head. He was received by a large applause, more particularly from the Marines around, but also from citizens who breathed a sigh of relief. Whether the Marines would admit it or not, piracy, including around Loguetown, had been on the rise since Sivers' execution. "We will bring the swift justice to any pirate just as Fleet Admiral Kanaru had done to Rallo and the Kings!" Again, cheers followed his words.
Toward the back of the crowd, a Marine soldier applauded with the rest, a huge grin on his face. He was one of the soldiers who was apart of one of the operations to put away on of the pirates that would be transported to Impel Down. So at this moment, he felt immense pride to be a Marine. A voice suddenly spoke up behind him, but the Marine was too enthralled with the Commander's speech to turn around and address him properly.
"That's quite a ship they've got there," The voice said behind him. It wasn't an imposing or booming voice, but it was prominent enough for the soldier to hear. The Marine soldier continued to grin, but didn't turn around when he replied.
"Yeah! Our newest ship! It can skate on the water! I'd like to see any pirates outrun us with that one!"
"So it's a good ship?" The voiced asked the Marine. The Marine was quick to reply, but still didn't turn around. Instead he clapped and roared again when the Commander spoke more words of encouragement, before replying to the man behind him.
"A good ship!? That's probably one of the best new ships in the East Blue fleet! It might be small, but it's a winner! Count on it!" He replied enthusiastically.
"How many people would you say it'd take to sail that thing?" The voice asked again. The Marine chuckled in his response.
"Hehehe...see, that's the best part! You could handle it well enough with four sailors! Minimal crew! Of course, we'll have more than that to watch over the pirates, but it just shows how great it is!"
"Yeah, I heard about those pirates. Got some pretty big hauls, eh?" He asked. The man held multiple wanted posters in his hands as he looked through them.
"You got that right! We've got a few big names across the East Blue. But most of all, we got the super rookie Burning King!" The soldier grinned again as the Commander said his parting words, inviting everyone to gather at the sailing ceremony at 5:00pm. "Say, you're a pretty curious guy, huh? You want to join the Marines or something?" He asked the other man.
"No, not really. I was just looking to steal it. See ya," He said. The Marine soldier instantly perked up and turned around. He caught sight of him briefly for the first time. He had long, black flowing hair, but also a blue bandanna across his head. The blue bandanna had a white cross going through the front of it. He also wore a red coat.
"Eh? Hey, wait!" He yelled after him, but the man walked into the crowd of people still applauding. The Marine tried to press through the crowd, trying to keep the man in the blue bandanna in his sights, but he eventually lost sight of him.
Tristan D. Kuzo examined the wanter posters he had collected. Each of them were men that would be transported later in the day to Impel Down. He had been in Loguetown for over a week now, ever since the execution of Alexander Sivers. Since then, he had been trying to find a way to get to the Grand Line, to begin his own adventure there. The problem was, he had no real means of getting there. He came on a small, one-man boat to Loguetown, which wouldn't be enough to sail to the Grand Line. He also had no crew, but this ceremony seemed to solve both of those problems.
Kuzo set his sights back at the newly constructed Grand Justice. He knew the name would have to be changed, obviously, but the ship itself was perfect.
"4 sailors..." He mimicked the words of the Marine soldier he talked to. The other problem wasn't as hard to accomplish. Ever since a week ago, adventurers, pirates, and sailors have been pouring to Loguetown to begin their adventure. He was sure to find a few people willing to travel with him. In fact, looking over the wanted posters of the captured pirates, he instantly saw one that immediately caught his eye.
"Wright D. Morgan..." Kuzo repeated out loud to himself. A smile crept on the face of the man as he looked down at the wanted poster, before tossing away the rest of them and stuff this one into his coat pocket. He had, at that moment decided: this man was going to join his crew. But before he does, he had to find a few others who would be willing to go with him: to help break out Morgan from prison, to steal the newly constructed Marine Ship, the Grand Justice, and to set sail to the Grand Line!
With his plans all set, Kuzo eagerly set forth into the heart of Loguetown, in search of a few people crazy enough to join him on the adventure of a lifetime!
It has been a week since the execution of Alexander “Throne” Sivers, the right hand of the Pirate King. His last words had stirred something in you. Whatever your reasons, you are a pirate in Loguetown about to head off to the Grand Line. Here, you will find a crew, find a ship, and begin your adventure!
These are major locations in Loguetown, all of which are options to choose from to go towards in your opening post. You can go to the pier and observe the announcement by the Commander of the Marines of the upcoming ceremony for the Grand Justice. Be careful about going to this location if you have a bounty, especially a high one, as Marines will likely instantly recognize you. You can also choose to visit the Execution Platform, where Alexander "Throne" Sivers was executed a week ago. It is a common tourist attraction for pirates and citizens alike. Several high profile pirates who visited the city for his execution might be around there. Loguetown is also home to a Marine Base in town, which is led by Commander Takoumashi Youra. Again, be cautious in approaching this base if you have a bounty. Loguetown also has an Arms Shop as well as a high class boutique called Robecca Hanberg, and an Antique House which sells cheap and fashionable clothing. The King's Bar was a common destination for pirates during the King Pirates' reign, and many pirates still make their way to that bar for a drink.
I slumped out of the boat onto the shore. "Why do they call these things lifeboats." He growled, "Every time I'm in one of these things I nearly die. If I was able to swim, then it wouldn't be so bad." I was angry, hungry, and thirsty. I stood up weakly and used my scythe as a support. Every muscle in my body was stiff, and I was relieved by being able to stretch. "I'm going to kill that bastard of a captain. Him and every one of his crew members." The beach was empty, and I was mumbling to himself. "Gotta find a captain though, where the hell am I?"
I walked into town and looked around. I recognized it as Louguetown, and I wondered why there was such a large crowd here. I stopped one of the civilians, "Tell me what has happened her." I commanded him.
"Alexander Sivers was executed just last week. Pirates here are looking for a crew to find his treasure."
"You mean the Alexander Sivers has been executed?" I knew he was in captivity, but I believed the man would be able to escape. The marines were really stepping up their game. "Anything else?"
"Oh yes! The marines have a new ship and they plan on using it to transport pirates."
"Tell me where I can get food." I said suddenly realizing how hungry I was. "Somewhere where I could possibly find a captain."
"Well if you're a pirate, be careful, they are not messing around today." The man warned, "There is a bar that a lot of pirates hang around, you could find someone there."
"Good." I said while leaving. I rushed to the bar and walked in. I pushed my way to the counter and placed down 50 belly. "Food." I growled.
"That isn't enough for a shot of whiskey." The bartender spat, "Stop wasting my time."
I mumbled some curses, and contemplated causing a fight. I decided against it after I reasoned I would lose any fight in this condition.
"Nice scythe shirtless gorilla." Some idiot said behind me, "What's with the white hair?"
I turned toward him with fire in my eyes. "It's my natural color." I growled.
"Well it looks great." He said. I realized he was completely smashed. He poured a glass of his whiskey on my head. "Now it looks really great!" He said laughing. I stood up and towered over him by an entire foot. "Oh, the big man is angry!"
I picked him up by the collar and slammed him against a table into the ground. "Hey! Take it outside, I don't want my bar getting destroyed again."
I looked at him intimidatingly, but he he returned the glare. Out of respect I agreed. "Come on pal, lets take it outside." I said mockingly. I dragged him out onto the sidewalk and punched him in the gut. He let out a grunt and passed out. I tossed him against the wall of the bar on the left side of the door, and I slumped against the right side tiredly.
Bass: Cautious in Loguetown
He knew that it was far from smart to be in this specific town. He knew that with just but one sight of him… just one glance at seeing fur underneath his cloak would seal his fate. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure is the marines actually knew if he had human intelligence. On the one hand, he had been sighted as seeing clothing by some of his victims, yet the description on his poster had several warnings that painted him more along some sort of new creature discovered in the area. If he was captured alive… well he would be worth more because there were apparently those who already were lining up to study what exactly he was.
Bass had to shudder at that thought and instinctively lowered his head a bit more to let the hood of his cloak cover his face just a bit more. He couldn’t risk moving his wings to have his thumb hooks adjust the hood. Everyone would see and he would hear the screams that were always shouted at him. Monster. Freak. Ghastly creature.
He could see why the humans would think that way, but he truly was a good man. He didn’t want to hurt any of them… he just had different needs from theirs. He read over the rest of the poster and flinched at the poster’s mention of if he should die instead. His stomach was already weak enough as was, so he turned away and began to carefully walk along the streets.
His cloak covered him down to his feet, yes, yet he had discovered a while back that if he moved too quickly then his feet would be uncovered and since he couldn’t wear shoes of any kind, it would quickly turn messy after that.
He kept on moving and was doing his best not to be looked at with confused looks. Just by wearing a cloak to hide his whole body he knew he would cause suspicion in just a few people. Still, he wanted to see it. He had to see it. He kept on walking until he finally paused and his red eyes looked out from the darkness of the hood to lie upon the execution platform. He looked over its surface slowly, taking in every inch of its features and truly understanding what had happened to that man.
It was odd, before hand he had never bothered with hearing gossip or news, wasn’t like that he could just walk up to someone and ask what they had heard lately, but when he heard this… he didn’t know why, but he felt like the man had been talking straight to him.
The ideas of freedom… of fame… of having the world open to you. All of them were precious ideas and that got Bass thinking. If he did go the path his man had gone… would he truly get those freedoms? Would he able to find new lands and finally get off of this island? He knew that there was only one way to find out. He had to find someone to take him off of this island, to a much bigger piece of land. He would get away and try and make a new name for himself, not one out of fear but one that would show hope.
Hope… the same hope he had now. He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh and knew that even if he managed to get on a ship, it wouldn’t work out in the end. He would be easily caught and then sent to the prisons. And even if it did work out, he may very well be sent to another island, maybe even smaller than this one! But even with those thoughts looming… it was something he HAD to try. This man had spoken to him and he wasn’t well going to give up after coming this far.
Bridges L. Skellen
Skellen sat in the bar, a large (and surprisingly clean) glass clasped in his left hand, the shoulder of the drunk marine in his right as they loudly and terribly sung an old seaman's tune at the counter of the bar. Not the frequently visited (and not to mention crowded) King's Bar, but a small and seedy old tavern in a more run down part of Loguetown that was frequented only by the shadiest individuals. Which made the presence of even a borderline paralytic marine in the bar somewhat peculiar... and yet none of the many criminals in the building seemed to mind his presence.
Scum... Skellen raged silently in his head, still acting the drunken fool clutching the corrupt marine's shoulder and singing the song loudly. More often than not, Skellen was just as jovial as the man next to him but when he was "working" he tended to take a more serious persona. The man on his right, the marine captain, had been bullying many of the smaller local businesses into paying him for extra protection in much the same way the marines on Eden had behaved. He would then spend the extra cash on various illegal items and services and on feeding his alcoholism. It of course, appeared that the corrupt man had bumped into Skellen by chance, but Skellen had been plotting the mans downfall for days. He had tracked him to all his haunts, monitored his behaviour and settled on his plan. He was at the tavern for one purpose, to remove the scum to his right from the face of the Earth.
Skellen continued to play his role as shady folk such as pirates and "merchants" came and went from the bar. Nobody noticing that he was still on his first glass whilst the marine beside him had drunk more glasses of liquor than he cared to count. It was as one more refill came for the captain, his last if Skellen's plan worked, that he saw his opportunity. With nobody able to see, not even the nearby bartender he emptied a vile of clear liquid into the glass and passed it to the marine. He wasn't called The Taipan for no reason, poison was a speciality of Skellen's.
At first it appeared as though nothing was going to happen. The marine continued his drinking and merry-making. Skellen still went along with it, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Gradually the man began to slump and soon his head hit the counter hard, the marines glass shattering on the hard wood floor below them, catching the attention of the bartender who came towards them - assuming he was going to have to wake the marine and boot him out. Skellen got up as the bartender began to shake his victim hard to rouse him (not that it would work) and began to make his way to the door, unfortunately his bad luck was about to come into play.
As he made it passed the halfway point towards the doors, they burst open a group of about ten surly-looking marines glaring into the bar - directly at Skellen. Clearly, they were there to round up pirates and the like as a part of their current crusade. But as if that wasn't bad enough, as a few of the men began to recognise Skellen as a wanted man the bartender yelled loudly from the back of the tavern where the now dead marine captain had fallen to the floor with a thump
"He's dead! That guy killed him!" he screamed pointing frantically at Skellen.
Skellen looked from the bartender and the corpse, to the group of living marines blocking the door and they in turn looked from the bartender and the corpse to Skellen. The room silent.
You have got to be kidding me...
What happened next happened in an explosive instant. Shouts and jeers erupted everywhere, people were running amok searching for an exit and the marines, drawing their various weapons, made a move for Skellen who sprinted towards the wall of the building, jumping through a window (that was unfortunately closed) and sending shards of glass cascading across the ground he landed on. Skellen rolled to his feet, the troop of marines now rounding the corner hot on his tail, and sprinted down the street zig-zagging and shoving his way around the crowds of people that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere... and not to mention at the worst time for The Taipan.
Commander Takoumashi Youra - Marine Base, Loguetown
"Accursed pirates!" Commander Youra yelled as he stormed through the Marine Base, with two Marine soldiers frantically trying to keep up with his pace. "Always ruining everything! This is supposed to be my grand ceremony, my chance to get a leg up in command, but they have to start making a scene!" He ranted, taking a sharp left turn and storming into his office. Marine soldiers steered clear of him, saluting him as he passed by. He stomped over behind his desk, and sat down, the two Marine soldiers accompanying him standing in front of the desk as he wiped his face with his palms. He then placed his hands on his desk, and eyed his two subordinates.
"Well? Don't just stand there, hand it over!" He bellowed, and the marine soldier on the left snapped up and handed the Commander the wanted poster he had been carrying. Youra leaned back in his chair and examined it.
"Bridges L. Skellen, eh? What's his deal?" He asked, examining the poster.
"He's a poison specialist, sir! People have been calling him the Taipan. Word around is that he's an assassin who tries to take down any high-ranking member of the World Government or Marines he can."
"Any crew?" Youra inquired.
"No, sir!" The Marine replied sharply.
"Solo act, eh? Alright, let's take care of him quickly. You know how these criminals are. One of them pops up and causes a ruckus and all of them start getting involved. And I don't want them ruining my special day." He placed the wanted poster on the desk, and looked over the two Marines. "What are you waiting for?! GO!" He exclaimed, which caused the Marines to quickly salute and run out. Youra rubbed his face again with his palms, and sighed, looking out to the window behind his desk.
He suddenly caught sight of something, or rather someone sitting on the couch to the side of the room. "Eh?! What do you think you're doing in here?! This is my office, you runt!" He yelled to the unknown man.
"You are aware they are going to fail miserably right?" the man replied back, completely disregarding the insults that Youra greeted him with. "And," he continued rising from the couch. "This is my office now. You can do your business outside in the hallway."
"Who do you think you are, commanding me?! I'm Takoumashi Youra, Commander of this Marine Base and all of Loguetown! I'm the head boss here!" He yelled back, standing up off his chair angrily.
"Commodore Zakiru Kiba. You are being relieved of your post here."
Youra opened his eyes wide with surprise. The name was instantly recognized by the Commander, who had heard of the famous young Marine who had been shooting up the ranks for his relentless (and successful) pursuit and capture of well-known pirates. He was known as "Kiba the Predator", Commodore, and at this moment, the highest ranked Marine in Loguetown. "C-Commodore Kiba!" Youra managed to stammer out. "I...I had no idea you were here! Uh...Um, O-of course I will step down. P-please let me know if you need anything, sir!"
"Oh I do," Kiba said with a small nod as he took the seat once owned by Youra. "We need to buff up security around Loguetown, as I have noticed a recent surge in the number of pirates." Kiba paused, looking out the window at the newest ship in the harbor, the Grand Justice. "Post more soliders at our docks. Also, double security at the prison. We cannot afford to lose any of our prisoners. Especially, with this 'Burning King' sitting there."
"Y-yes, of course, right away, sir!" He said, with a salute, exiting the office in a hurry, the office that only moments ago belonged to him.
"And one more thing. Orca. I want you out there in the field. How about you chase this...Taipan yourself."
"Err...I t-typically don't go out chasing the..." He didn't finish his sentence, seeing the scowl beginning to form on Kiba's face. "...right away, sir!" He saluted again, departing from the office.
Zane "Skydiver" Zoe
“Suck it, boys!” Zoe shouted triumphantly, flashing her pair of winning cards before slamming them down on the table. She couldn’t help herself, loosing a devious little laugh as she reached forward to claim her winnings. “And Zoe wins again! Tell me, just tell me, do you enjoy getting beat by little old me?” Giving her companions a knowing grin and with a little celebratory dance, she pocketed her goods before things went south as these card games typically did.
Lotte | Southern Loguetown
Aw wuh weweuhuh? Lotte tilted her head at what she assumed to be a question. Did he speak a different language perhaps? How exotic! Her curiousity piqued, she listened with greater intent- not quite understanding the monkey like sounds coming from the man sitting across her. But her curiousity was just as quickly forgotten as he held out the meat and began speaking in what was clearly a common tongue. "Uwaaaah~!" Face lighting up into a smile as she practically sparkled at his generosity, she plucked the morsel out of his hands, taking a delicate bite out of what was left and happily chowing down. The flavor was stronger than what she was used to, but anything tasted good on an empty stomach! "Thank you very much!"
Hearing the grumble of his stomach she paused for a moment before taking another bite, chewing thoughtfully. What a nice guy he was- maybe he didn't want to eat this anymore because his stomach hurt? Or maybe he was one of those commoners who didn't get to eat very often. She tightened her grip on the wooden skewer, a ghost of a pout crossing her features ... Even if he was, that didn't mean she was about to give the meat back to him! It was just as delicious as she'd imagined it would be, so it was hers now!
"Hm?" Brought back to reality by his question, she shook her head, "Oh, no, this is the first time!" She answered without a care in the world, finishing off what was left of her second-hand meal, "... Umm, well I have enough money to buy food, but I thought yours looked yummy so I wanted it!" Grinning cheekily, she nibbled on the wooden skewer and held up her index finger, "Things always taste better if you get it from someone else."
With that settled, she sat back and peered around, she flagging down one of the waitresses to order another set of skewered meat, a glass of orange juice, and a plate of pasta. "But anyway, it's weird sitting at a table in someone's house without food on the table, isn't it? It's like you're not even really sitting down for a meal that way, Mister--.... Oh how rude of me- I didn't even introduce myself." She neatly placed the skewer down, leaning forward in her seat slightly in a polite make-shift bow and looking up with a smile when she straightened, "You may address me as Miss Lotte! Oh- but I guess you gave me your food, so I'll let you address me as just Lotte if you'd like."
❝ the merry-go-round of life
Tristan D. Kuzo - Execution Platform, Loguetown
Kuzo walked across Loguetown, examining many of the other people who walked beside him, or in front of him, hoping for any kind fo sign that one among them were to be apart of his crew. He kept thinking that some sort of sign would pop up above their heads and point him in the right direction. Yet the more he thought on this, the more he was beginning to think that it was he who had to give them the sign. And he was beginning to think he knew just how.
Kuzo arrived now in the busy plaza of the execution platform. Seven days ago, he stood here with the largest crowd he had even seen and watched the end of an era, and perhaps the beginning of a new one. If his journey would begin anywhere, what more fitting place could he choose than right here?
He stashed away Morgan's wanted poster into his coat jacket, and walked through the crowd, proceeding toward the tall platform where Sivers smiled to his death, until he was right beneath it. Kuzo looked up, and allowed a smile to make its way across his face. He looked around to his left and right. There were several Marine soldiers across the plaza, but not in force. Certainly nowhere near the amount of the execution. There were also none currently in front of the platform itself. Though even if there were, Kuzo didn't think he'd give them much thought. Not now at least.
He bent down, squatting as close to the ground as he could, and then he closed his eyes, and took in air through his nostrils. He exhaled slowly, then muttered under his breath, "Lightning Mode." At the sound of his words, his body instantly seemed to react. His muscles and skin seemed to compress inwards, detracting as if he was shrinking. The transformation was almost sudden, with Kuzo now standing up appearing to be a few inches shorter, and much skinnier than he was before. Still keeping his smile on his face, Kuzo bent his knees, and jumped into the air. He instantly shot upwards, as if he was flying, with an incredible hop. The platforms many layers past below him as he continued going up. Kuzo's leap came to an end near the top, the man managing to reach the top of the execution platform in one, single long jump. Just as he was about to touch down on the platform, Kuzo extended both of his arms on opposite sides of his body, and closed his fists, causing his slightly altered body to revert back to his normal size, before touching down with a slight thump.
Kuzo turned around now to face the crowd of people gathered in the plaza below, some of which have noticed his quick climb to the top. Some of the Marines in the plaza took notice as well, quickly making their way over. "Hey, what are you doing up there!?" One of them cried out.
Surprised faces, followed by murmurs and whispers began to make their way across the faces of the people in the plaza. Kuzo meanwhile smiled cheerfully to the crowd below, sitting down on the platform with one leg over the edge of the tall structure, and the other clutched to his chest, with an arm hanging over it.
"So..." He began to the crowd below. "Anyone up for an adventure?"
"Damn it all!" A voice called out from inside the bar where Reaper K. Leon was previously seated, followed by the slamming of a mug onto the table. The man was fairly tall, with a head of messy, black hair and a goatee. A noticeable scar marked in an 'X' fashion sat above his right eye. His clothes were torn and worn, and unremarkable, with a plain ripped white shirt covered by a red-brown coat with a slight pattern of black and yellow going down the left side, and black pants. The only distinguishing thing about the man was a somewhat large sword which he positioned next to his chair. Otherwise, he had the look of a man that was as likely to be seated outside the bar under the stars with no home as he was inside as a paying customer. "All I want is to enjoy my drinks in peace and quiet and every day someone comes in here and screws up my day! I'm tired of you people always coming in here acting like you own the place!" He bellowed with a slight slur to his speach, obviously intoxicated. And heavily. He lifted his mug behind his head and tossed it at the shirtless, white haired giant man who had positioned himself at the front of the bar, the drink aiming directly for his head.
"Haha! That'll learn ya! Lemme drink in peace!" He added, with a hiccup. The bartender shook his head and crossed his arms.
"Mister, what are you talking about?" The bartender as the drunk man. "I know every customer that comes into my bar, and this is the first I'm seeing of you."
The man looked back between the bartender, and the white-haired man he had tossed his drink at. He suddenly slapped his left fist onto his right palm, as if remembering something. "Ah! That's right! This is my first time in this bar!" He turned back to the white-haired man outside, picking up his sword and attaching it back to the strap on his belt, before stumbling to the entrance. He managed to somehow procure another drink belonging to one of the other customers. Yet before that customer had a chance to complain, the man managed to gulp down the contents of the mug and walked over to Leon outside. He gave a drunk grin to the large behemoth of a man, and spoke.
"Hehe...no hard feelings, right my man?" He stuck out a hand to him. "The names-" He stopped as he was introducing himself, suddenly lurching over, and emptying out his stomach out onto the street, close enough to have reached the feet of Leon.
Hayden Vance & Lotte | Southern Loguetown
Lotte noted, with a ghost of a frown as her thoughts trailed after the waitress that had bustled away, that food here always took longer than normal to actually appear. It was always strange, how long things seemed to take in the commoners' world, but... She turned her attention back to the man with a pleasant smile, having completely missed his hesitation in giving her his full name and only really paid attention to the actual name part. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintence Mister Vance."
His question took her off guard, as she hadn't intended on speaking to anyone- and thus had not thought up any excuses beforehand. And she was a terrible liar. "Oh- Oh no, I live...." She was clearly searching her brain to think of a different location than her home kingdom, but conjured up no alternate location that she could easily pull off. "Somewhere else." She finished anti-climactically, obviously evading the question but with a disarmingly cheerful air that denoted that she was somehow confident he wouldn't pry. "But I came to Loguetown to see what everyone at home was all up in a tizzy over. Yourself, Mister Vance?"
"Oh, I'm from-" Vance began, suddenly pausing as he once again was just about to tell this girl something he should really be keeping to himself. With his mouth still open in the beginning of a word, he tilted his head a little back for just a moment before snapping back to reality. "... Somewhere else as well! And I... came here, to... see... what the tizzy was... over. Too. Funny that, really! Hyahahahahya!" Vance laughed, not at all sounding convincing. He quickly cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, drumming his gloved fingers on the table, peering back into the shop. "Wonder where our order's at."
Though Lotte had been secretive about herself, she wasn't quite as forgiving towards Vance as he was to her. "Hmmmmm! Now I'm curious, where where? Where are you from? Is it near here? Did you sail here by yourself then?" Suddenly a torrent of questions bubbled up, and she leaned forward with each one-- until he retorted with a question of his own. At that, she sat back, all of her inquiries forgotten, "Hmm... It's vexing, isn't it... You'd think they'd be faster with setting food. I don't mind waiting for food I'm actually going to eat, but... No matter how you look at it, the atmosphere is all wrong with nothing on the table!"
Vance breathed out a small sigh of relief as Lotte backed off again, mentally wiping his brow, though what she said also made him slightly confused. "Atmosphere?" He blinked a little and looked upwards. It was a nice, sunny day with only a couple of clouds scattered around here and there. The air wasn't even all that humid. And how was the atmosphere related to food? "I don't really get what you're-"
As he looked down again, a waiter came over and placed down the things they had ordered, Vance's eyes lighting up as the cup of ice coffee was placed in front of him. "Alright, finally! Oh, I've been waiting for this for a long time..." He picked up the cup and put it to his lips, his head pulling slightly back as he took a long, solid sip of it before slamming the cup into the table again, licking his lips. "Aaah! Now -that's- the stuff!"
With the food on the table now, Lotte gestured to the pasta and meat, "Atmosphere, like, the feeling! Don't you think it's weird if you're not talking over food in a place that serves food?" She took up her glass of orange juice, delicately sipping at it, "Feel free to eat as you like though, even if I only ordered it to set the mood, I'm not actually hungry."
With that reasoning, she chattered away about nothing, commenting on things like how she was surprised that delicious food could be made of mediocre ingredients, and how pirates always had interesting clothes put together from knick knacks that she would never even think of donning. By the time she'd finished off her orange juice, she deemed herself perfectly talked out for the afternoon, and got to her feet.
"Well it was a pleasure to meet you Mister Vance. I'm afraid I've stayed too long however." Turning to push in her chair, she curtsied, "Perhaps we'll see each other again during our stay here in Loguetown." And such was supposed to be her farewell to the kind man who'd kept her company for lunch......
On the other end of the conversation, Vance had just been drinking and eating, looking both a little confused and not-entirely-there, focusing on the meal in front of him. He did however, nod along with her, not really all that worried about just agreeing with her, considering she just bought him food.
"Awwiwht, fanfsh phor dhe phoofh, miff!" He called out after her as she started walking. He finished his mouthful and rubbed his belly with a bright smile. Weird girl. Pretty nice though! He licked his lips and let out a loud belch, pushing his chair out and standing up. Just as he was about to leave as well, someone shouted out nearby.
"Hey, where do you think you're going? You haven't paid! They're trying to run from the bill, chef!" Turning his head, Vance blinked in surprise at seeing a waiter looking into the shop, just as a massive, bulky man in a sleeveless chef's getup with a butcher's axe in hand storming out of the shop, staring him down, a vein pulsing at his temple. "You think you're gonna just run from the bill like so many others?! Think again!" With that, the man stormed forwards towards Vance, while the waiter turned to the street. "Help! Marines, we're being robbed!"
A couple of marine soldiers, casually strolling by stopped and looked at Vance and the chef storming towards him, as well as the waiter pointing towards him and the girl strolling happily along the street a little further away. Vance, having been paralyzed in shock with everything that had just happened, only managed to squeak out a "Crap.", wide-eyed before turning and making a run for it. One thing was a massive man with an axe coming at him, another was the marines now seeming intent on arresting him and Lotte.
Without thinking, he dashed down the busy street with people staring at them, and as he reached the dress-wearing girl he'd dined with, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, one beneath her legs and one beneath her back. "Don't think we're welcome in this part of town any longer, Lotte, we better get out of here!"
Suddenly swept off of her feet and completely oblivious to the entire situation at hand, Lotte let out a yelp of surprise and hastily grabbed onto the back of Vance's vest to steady herself in his precariously spontaneous grip. But that didn't last long as while the ride began to steady, she gathered her wits enough to drive the heel of her palm into his cheek and shout, "WHAT do you think you're doing?! Unhand me you creti--!"
"Stop! They're running away--!!" Urgent voices interuppted her indignation, and she at last noticed the marines chasing after them. But why??? She hadn't done anything wrong! Marines were supposed to be on her side, not-- Her momentary confusion passed quickly though as her mouth formed an 'o' of realization.
"Oh no I forgot to pay!!" She exclaimed, clapping her hands to her face in embarrassment and dismay-- and she scrambled to find the coins to rectify the situation until she made yet another realization: If the marines caught them, they would be arrested, and her father would certainly find out. With a start, she pulled at his collar as though pulling at a horse's reins, "............N-N-Nevermind!! Run faster, they're catching up!!!"
"Gack!" He exclaimed as his collar was pulled against his throat, causing him to veer off to the side and smack into a guy with a basket of apples, causing the fruit to spill all over the place, before managing to correct himself and continue running, the annoyed guy behind them being knocked to the side as the chef came running. "I'm trying! Who would've thought such a big guy could run so fast?!"
"Uhhh they're catching up--!" In the midst of freaking out, her voice rose higher and higher in pitch as the axe waving buffoon grew larger in her line of vision over Vance's shoulder.
This isn't going to cut it, with the extra weight, however little, I think I need to take a chance. "I'd hold on tight if I were you!" He turned down another alley as a couple of marines came running from the street they were running towards, slowing his run to a stop, bending his knees slightly.
"...? What are you--"
After just a moment of staring intensely down the alleyway, he exclaimed "Soru!", both Vance and Lotte disappearing in a flash as the chef and the marines came around the corner, confusion written all over their faces.
Hayden Vance & Lotte | Near the Execution Platform, Loguetown
Vance came to a stop on one of the rooftops sorrounding the execution square, lowering down Lotte as he panted for air. He'd used soru to move incredibly fast, kicking himself off of the walls of the narrow alley to get onto a rooftop, where he proceeded to run normally until coming to a stop where they were now. He pressed his hands against his knees, breathing heavily. "How... could... how could you forget to pay for the food?!"
So he'd asked her a perfectly justified question, and she'd certainly heard it. But she was still too undone by the sudden burst of speed, her long hair caught in her mouth and hanging in her face instead of in its usually neat and well-kempt do. Hanging onto Vance with a vice-grip worthy of someone with twice her strength, she tried to calm her hammering heart before finally realizing that he'd released her-- and she quickly did the same, stumbling back a few steps before squealing at the edge of the roof, retreating the same way she'd come. "I always forget--!!" She began, hastily defending herself as she absentmindedly patting down her hair and cloak, "Someone usually does it for me--! I've only started having to do it myself since a few weeks ago! If you hadn't gotten the marines involved I could've taken care of it!"
"Gotten the- I didn't have the time! You left and the waiter started shouting about us leaving without paying! You should be happy I at least picked you up and didn't just run off and leave you with that giant of a chef!" He retorted, straightening up again with a disgruntled expression on his face.
Blinking at that, she tilted her head and easily accepted his explanation, "Oh, really? Oh-- well then that's my bad!" Laughing it off she clapped her hands together in apology, "Sorry sorry, I'll pay for it properly next time!"
He raised a hand to point at her, his mouth opening to have another comeback going, just as something started to happen down in the square that caught Vance's attention. He turned towards the edge of the roof, having completely forgotten the little dispute they'd had a moment ago, as he witnessed a man sitting on top of the execution platform, shouting out to the gaping crowd while marines were calling for him to get down. What in the...?
Holding up her hands pressed together as if to block his oncoming accusation, she tilted her head when it never came, following his gaze behind her towards...?
Sparkles practically erupted from her as she spotted the man on top of the execution platform, hurrying towards the edge of the roof herself as her eyes widened to drink in the scene..... "..... I want to go up there too!!!" And with that she took off with a speed uncharacteristic of a delicate young lady like herself, hopping fearlessly over the small gaps between the rooftops as though maneuvering a maze-- and though she wasn't sure if Vance would be coming along, she called out happily anyway: "Lets goooo~!"
"Wait wha-" He managed to say, turning his head towards her, to see her already leaping across the rooftops. Vance blinked in surprise, watching her for a moment before realizing that she'd probably get into even more trouble if he let her run off on her own, so he set off in a dash after her. "Whoa, hey, wait up!" If she gets hurt, I know I'm somehow gonna get blamed. I've got a bad feeling about this.
❝ the merry-go-round of life
I was getting sick of drunks. This one threw a cup at my head and then babbled on. The cup missed, but it was too late. I got angrier and angrier as he got closer, and lost it when he threw up at my feet. I stood up slowly, towering over even this guy. "That's it you drunk bastard." I growled. I picked him up by his short and punched him in his face.
The man laughed, I was sure I loosened one of his teeth, "Ish that all ya got? Ish gonna be prethy hard ta' beath my crew." He said hysterically. I felt a tap on hy shoulder and turned to see five pirates grinning madly at me.
I thought quick, throwing the guy behind me at the one closest to me. I sent my shadow about six feet back and then switched places with it just as the guy swung his hammer down at me. "Hey this guy is one of dem fruit users!" He said, "What do I do?"
"We'll I say we capture him and turn him in for his bounty."
"How do you know he's got a bounty?"
"Of course he's got a bounty, he looks like a pirate and he has those powers."
I sighed, this was a crew of complete idiots. They turned their attention to me, and then paused to register that I had not run away yet. They all charged at me like a bunch of idiots. I called my shadow to my side and we both readied our scythe. It charged first and I came after. My shadow swung the pole of his scythe at the nearest guy. The stupid thing always did the opposite of what I wanted when it came to a fight. It never killed anybody, leaving me to do all of the dirty work. Still, I wasn't in the best condition, and I needed it to fight for me this time.
"He has a personal demon!" One yelled.
I myself started using the pole of my scythe, it would be a hassle to explain blood on the blade. "They are both demons!" Another yelled, he threw his captain over his shoulder (who was sleeping soundly on the ground), "Everybody run!" The two members we knocked out were quickly picked up and left with. A large crowd had gathered around me, and I dismissed my shadow.
"Surrender!" I heard someone yell. I then saw twenty marines force their way through the crowd and surround me with guns. "Reaper K Leon, you are under arrest."
"Was it the excessive loitering?" I asked seriously with my hands up and scythe on the ground, "That wasn't even my fault." Two of them creeped forward to pick up my scythe. I gave them a quick growl and they scrambled away. "You got food in jail right?"
"You aren't going to jail demon." The bravest one shouted, leading seven others to cuff me. "More like a luxury cruise."
"Oh good." I said, "Tell me, are there other pirates on this ship?" They were attaching ropes to me like I was an elephant or horse.
"Yea, what of it?"
"Is it a new ship?"
"You guys are really stupid." I said as they walked me through the streets. I felt like a flag post. They paraded me about, and some civilians threw things at me. I looked most of them in the eye and many of them cowarded away. They hauled me to their prison and walked me down the isle. I looked into the cells, I was certainly te biggest one here. One prisoner caught my eye in particular, he had sea stone cuffs on, but looked to be very young.
I was placed in the cell across from his. They replaced the ropes with chains. I had three chains set to the wall and four staked into the ground at each corner of the cell. My arms were chained behind me and I was forced to stand. I was completely immobilized. "Hey!" I yelled, "What about my food!"
I sighed and looked at the kid across from me. "What are you in for?"
Bass and Skellen: New friends already! ^.^
Bass had been so consumed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed the man until it was far too late. He cried out as the man hit into him and he staggered back, instinctively pressing his winged arms against his body and hoping that he wouldn't fall over and explose who he was. Thankfully he managed to regain his balance, though not at the cost of almost experiencing a heart attack. He took a few shaky breathes felt a bit hot under his cloak as some sweat began to coat his fur. He began to move with shaky legs and get to a chair, sitting down with a grunt whie he worked on calming himself down.
He twiddled his hook thumbs together under his cloak and just as he was about to stand up he heard a commotion down the street. There was shouting and he could hear cries of surprise. Bass blinked and slowly walked forward a bit, watching as a man dressed in a brown coat ran along the street, pushing people in the crowd out of the way. Bass saw the reason for his flight rather quickly since behind him some marines running after him.
Bass felt his heart beat a bit as he viewed the scene and began to weight his options. On the one hand, he could sit down and let this man be caught... but yet... yet if he was a pirate, that meant he had a ship right? Not every single pirate was evil... at least he liked to think that. He watched as the scene got closer and closer he felt his toes curl up and scratch along the cobblestone. He slowly raised his claws up toward his shoulders. He would have to time this right.. and he knew that eventually he would be found out. Everyone made mistakes, him included. He would have slipped somehwere, would have let too much fur be seen, maybe even gotten too close to someone so that they could see his face in his hood.
He held his thumb hooks, one to open up his cloak and the other to hold onto the cloak once he began to fly.
Skellen couldn't but laugh somewhat maniacally as he rounded yet another corner. The troop of marines he had the misfortune of coming acorss still on his tail, but a fair distance back from him now as they seemed to struggle to move through the crowd with the same level of success as he himself was having. Skellen couldn't help but find the situation almost fun, there was no thrill quite like spriniting away from marines through a crowded street.
Although... It could be a problem that I have got literally nowhere to hide. They're still too close for me to just duck down an alleyway and be done with it, and then I wouldn't have the crowd to use to my advantage anymore.
Skellen called back to the marines behind him in a mocking tone, "I'm guessing the reason they put you guys on boats for the most part is an inability to run!" The angry group of marines seemed to unanimously decide, without a single word spoken, to speed up.
Not my best idea... gotta love the looks on those faces though. At this point Skellen had reached into his coat, his had grasping a set of thin blades within one of his many concealed pockets. The razors were laced with a parylitic neurotoxin, so all he had to do was hit his target and draw blood and they would eventually be unable to move. That being said, he didn't want to risk someone in the crowd getting in the way, and he didn't particularly want to leave the crowd either as it was their pressence keeping the marines further back now they were running at a break-neck pace simply out of a want to break Skellen's neck.
If they keep this up I'll have to risk it, I only need to hit a few because they'll probably stop to give medical aid or panic and just leave me al -
"Hey!" Skellen shouted as felt his feet suddenly lift off of the ground "what the hell?!"
Out of nowhere something had zoomed towards Skellen and scooped him up... and was now flying away with him.
Well this is just fantastic, but at least I'm not being chased by marines any more.
In the instant that he had flown off Bass heard screams around him. He had timed it specifically when that man had started shouting from the execution platform. He had figured with the attention all on him he would at least be able to get into the air and not have someone trying to slice open his chest, and it had worked. He now had the running man in his taloned feet and was climbing up into the sky. "Easy now, try not to move too much, unless you want me to drop ya!" He shouted down to his temporary captive. He flew up until finally they got to the top of a flat building and he hovered there for a bit and released the man. He landed on his feet and flapped his arms a bit, "Ah... been some time since I carried someone. You're not as light as you look." He said with a cheerful grin.
He looked down to see the marines now swarming into the building there were on top on and flinched, "Eh, to tell you the truth I was looking for some adrenalne." He turned back to the man and nodded, "A pleasure. Say, you woudn't happen to have a ship would you? I'm sort of looking to get off of this island." He moved his thumb hoots to pull his red cloak off and rolled it up and wrapped it around his neck, "Heh, yeah... these hooks really don't help. I say be estimates we have about... three minutes before they get up here. So you have a ship?"
Do I have a ship? Is he kidding me, he "saved" me to ask for a lift? Skellen asked himself as he climbed back to his feet. Skellen looked over the weird... man/bat/thing that had carried him to the roof top.
"Well then, you're an intersting one aren't you. What did you eat?" he said to the creature that had carried him across to the rooftop
"Well, I'm Skellen by the way and no I don't have a ship. Although I'm going to need one to get off of this island rather soon judging by the large number of marines who would like to see me dead. We could always steal one I guess, preferably from the marines but I'd suggest we do something about those guys first." he finished saying before gersturning to the last few men into the building.
"Are we running again or fighting? You can decide" Skellen laughed again.
This is one weird day...
At the term of food Bass' smile faded, though he sighed at the mention of no ship. "Oh... I see. Steal one?" He squirmed a bit, "I guess we could try..." He flapped his wings a bit, "But with them following us it's going to be hard and I'm not exactly..." He spread his wings at that, "Able to blend in you see." Then he heard the noise below and turned about to peer down at the execution stage... and the man still there. "He could have a ship right?" He asked the man, "If he wants people to join up... he's bound to hava a ship!" He smile brightly, unwitting showing off his sharp teeth. "Well, let's go!" Without another word he flapped up into his air and his two feet darted out to grip the man's shoulder and he flapped up and flew down to the man's level, still high enough so that the man he carried was still a good number of feet in the air.
"You have a ship? If you have a ship I'm in. Uh, not so sure about him." Bass said as he gestured as best as he could to the man he carried. "Uh... hold up a bit." Bass suddenly flew off and lowered to the ground and let his claws open, dropping the man onto the ground. "Sorry, but can only hold you for a bit!" He said cheerfully and he quickly flew back to the man on the stage, "So you have a ship or such?"
Tristan D. Kuzo, Zane Zoe, Tunnak, and Bass - Execution Platform, Loguetown
"A ship?" Kuzo repeated, staring at the strange bat-like creature which hovered in front of him. He must have eaten some sort of Zoan Devil Fruit, judging by his appearance. "Sure, I've got one." He replied with a smile, his eyes making their way to the port where the Grand Justice was still visible from the top of the platform.
‘Maybe there was a God after all,’ Zoe thought to herself quietly, as she witnessed the well built, long haired man leap to the top of the execution platform in a single bound. Maybe what the sisters taught her wasn’t all a load of Fishman crap after all. Here she was, looking for guidance and direction and this man triumphantly proclaimed the very thing she was looking for. Better yet, he proclaimed he had a boat to some kind of flying Bat-thing that hovered nearby. She had to admit, it was nice to see others similar to herself in that regard. She chased the thought away rather quickly, looking on the man as she stared him down from below. Here was her chance. It may have been foolhardy and reckless, but well, so was she.
Running through the crowd, her body tensing as she weaved in-between the larger bodies, she tried her best to control her breathing and focus on what she wanted to do. Just as she reached the base of the platform, she jumped into the air, her small body contorting in an instant.
The one that was recognizable as Zoe was gone in a flash, replaced by the long serpentine body of a white dragon, hovering in the air with little to no effort. She could hear a few gasps from the some people nearby, a devious smile growing on her reptilian lips. Circling the platform, she slowly made her way to the top, purposefully making a show of her ascent, with a flip added here or there, a scant roar as she landed on the top near the man. She looked down at him, her perspective always quite different than her human form. Being small as she was naturally, this always felt good. It was the way her body could finally cast a big shadow.
"Woah!" Kuzo exclaimed, watching the girl-turned-dragon make her way up to the top where he sat in dramatic fashion. His eyes now switched between the two Devil Fruit uses in front of him. "Two Zoans, eh?" He smiled cheerfully at the two of them, seemingly not put off by their appearances, but rather welcoming them. It was for these kinds of rare sights that Kuzo wanted to go on an adventure in the first place. "The names Tristan D. Kuzo," He began to them. "I'm setting off to the Grand Line, and I'm looking for a crew to join me."
Standing in the crowd, Tunnak could barely believe his own eyes. They had to be deceiving him somehow. First the bat, then a dragon.. Well, perhaps he wasn't the only freak in this place after all. All this suddenly seemed less important as the man on the platform mentioned the Grand Line as his desired destination. Well, isn't that just a funny coinsidence? Sailing with a pirate, however, seemed like a risk he wasn't sure he would be willing to take right now. The local Marines knew who he was and even without a bounty on his head they would surely be keeping a keen eye out for him the first couple weeks after his release. For now he just stayed in the crowd, blending in the best he could (which was not very good, I might add), waiting for the scene up above to furtherly unfold.
Bass blinked and grinned at the news, "Awesome! I'm Bass... eh, kind of known by a different name here and there, but I'll go with you!" He paused a bit and his ears swiveled a bit as he picked up new sounds, "Say... how many Marines are in this town?" He asked, "I... I think we may have caused a ruckus."
“Name’s Zane Zoe, but call me Zoe,” she answered him, shrinking back to her petite human body, her voice melodious and childlike as she grinned up at him. “If you need some muscle, I gotcha covered!” She flexed her arm weakly, her lithe right arm showing not much muscle development in itself. “I can handle any pesky marines, trust me,” she lied.
"Bass, Zoe," He nodded his head at each of them as they introduced themselves. "So that makes..." He stuck out his fingers and counted to himself. "...four. That'll be enough," Kuzo crossed his arms. "Oh!" He remembered, taking out the crumbled wanted poster from within his coat jacket. "And this'll make six." He said, showing the two the wanted poster of Wright D. Morgan. Kuzo was completely oblivious to the fact that he had screwed up the count. "He'll also be joining us," Kuzo's eyes darted down to the wanted poster, looking the man over. "Even if he doesn't know it yet."
At Bass's mention of Marines, Commander Takoumashi Youra and a sizable Marine group entered the plaza, still looking for Skellen. Youra managed to see the wanted man Skellen escaping with another flying creature, and was surprised to see that creature now talking to another girl and a man on top of the platform. He also noticed Skellen in the plaza below.
"So much for a solo act. They must all be in the same crew!" Youra shouted angrily. "Get the Taipan and the others The Grand Justice will take them all to Impel Down!" At his words, the Marine soldiers instantly responded and started heading over to the execution platform.
Hearing the distant shouting behind him getting louder and louder. He turned his head, easily able to see almost the entire plaza being as tall as he was. A shiver ran down his spine as he spotted well over a dozen marines storming through the crowd towards himself and the platform. People moved aside out of fear for being smacked about as the marine infantry had quite the reputation for getting where, who and what they wanted despite what was in their path. Within seconds the men in white were close enough for Tunnak to recognize a great deal of them, and unfortunately, also the other way around.
"W-what wait, that's the Sharkman! Blasted criminal must be conspiring with the pirates!" one shouted as he and two other marines diverged from their main objective, the platform, and ran straight for Tunnak with drawn swords. "Couldn't keep out'a trouble for long, could you, Finny?"
With widened eyes, Tunnak could have sworn it was just a bad dream happening until a panicking citizen rammed into him in an attempt of escaping the chaos. It's real... it's real? Oh fish-sticks! It's bloomin' real! He spun around on his heel after having regained his balance from the collision and sprinted off in the opposite direction of the marines, his tail swinging clumsily from one side to another, knocking about bystanders by accident as he stormed passed them. He knew that he could not convince them that he had nothing to do with the incident, so he just kept running. He dared not stop to look back, the only indication of his pursuers whereabouts being the sound of their panting cries "Heeere, fishy, fishy, fishy!"
Bass himself paled at the sight of the marines and turned to Kuzo, "Uh... sorry about this before hand." He flapped up and his two feet dashed forward to grip onto the man's shoulders and with another powerful flap got up into the air and tried to fly as high as he could. Unfortunately thanks to his earlier carrying of the other man he had become a bit tired and his muscles strained to get them far enough away... which equated to a few feet before finally he had to drop Kuzo and he landed on the ground panting, "Which way to the ship?" He called out over the loud cries of those gathered as they tried to get away from the approaching Marines.
"Hey! That's Midnight!" He heard someone cry out and he groaned, "Well, there goes the jig." He sighed, "Quick we have to get out of here! I'm not going to be some experiment!" He cried out in fear. He tried to get back up into the air, though his shoulders ached a bit and he sighed, "We have to run for it Kuzo!"
"Midnight, huh?" He repeated the Marine soldier's words, smiling at the bat-human. "Thanks for the lift," Kuzo said cheerfully to Bass, touching down on the ground with a slight thump, before examining the incoming Marines. "Ship's that way," Kuzo said, pointing to the docks of Loguetown," After doing so, he noticed the Marines not only chasing them group from up top, but apparently also a fishman who was standing close by. "But..." He began, his voice trailing off as he bent his knees and placed his arms on his thighs. "Lightning Mode," He said beneath his breathe, again his body seemed to decrease his size and width, becoming a slightly shorter, skinnier version of himself.
He looked over, his eyes set on the fishman running away, and the Marine soldiers pursuing them. "Looks like he needs a hand." Kuzo said to Bass and Zoe. Without offer much words, he ran forward, his body carrying him through the crowd like a bullet, before stopped right between the fishman and the Marine soldiers. Kuzo stuck out his arms to either side again, and clenched his fists together, reverting back to his normal form again. Kuzo looked over his shoulder at the fishman, and gave him a reassuring grin, before looking over at the Marines who were pursuing, guns now in hand and pointing towards him.
"Eh! It's the man from the platform!" One of the soldiers yelled.
"I knew they were together, fire!" Commander Youra ordered.
"But, sir? The citizens?" A Marine soldiers asked.
"I said FIRE!" He commanded forcefully, taking out his own flintlock pistol and pointing it at them. A group of Marines raised their weapons, and fired at Kuzo and the Fishman. Citizens frantically tried to move to the sides to get out of the range of fire. Kuzo grinned, placing his hands in front of him in an 'X' fashion, and spoke under his breath again. "Tank Mode," He muttered barely above a whisper, and his body instantly reacted to his words. Instead of his body decreasing in size or height, his muscles bulked up. His chest expanded, and his arms grew. He was a good five inches taller than he was before, and his body as a whole looked much wider. The ground below his feet seemed to react to his much sudden heavier weight, a few cracks forming just below his feet.
The bullets collided with Kuzo, hitting him all across his arms, and body. But strangely, they didn't pierce through him, nor did they draw blood. They hit across his body, impacting at high velocity. But just as they hit him, they compressed and shot off his body, bouncing onto the ground as if they had just hit metal.
The Marine soldiers who fired, including Commander Youra, all had open mouths and wide eyes, not believing what they had just seen. Kuzo stuck his arms out again, clenching his fists and reverting back to his normal form.
"Well, no use sticking around here anymore," He said to the others, looking at them as they spoke. Strangely, he also looked at the Fishman as he did so. "Come on, before they bring more of them."
Wright D. Morgan and Reaper K. Leon- Lougetown Jail
"What am I in for? Where does one begin?" A young man's voice perked up. He stood up from his uncomfortable metal seat, leaning himself on the metal bars, his deep green eyes piercing through the darkness. His shaggy black hair dropped down, covering his youthful features. He was clearly taller than most, but hardly a giant. "Let's see...it's a long story. It all begins a few years back. I stole a guy's ship. It was a real jerk. Some rich guy. Worked with a bunch of nasty people. I would raid his ships any time I had the chance. Marines didn't like that. So I fought them too. Then pirates tried to get on my ass too. They didn't last long. Each and every day, people would line up to fight me. They all fell like flies. But that is probably not the real reason I find myself in this dreary hole. I am wanted for setting the sea on fire."
The man smiled. It was plain enough to see in the dim light. "They call me Burning King, Wright D. Morgan."
"Burning King?" The man in chains repeated. "Sounds like a heavy title for a kid." He lowered his head, then yelled at the ceiling, "I wouldn't even be in here if I wasn't so damn hungry! Coulda taken at least twenty marines without breaking a sweat." He sighed, the chains were making him anxious and all he wanted to do was move around, "I'm known as The White Haired Demon, though my real name is Reaper K. Wright." There was no need for a big or boisterous introduction, so Leon said this very casually. "You got a crew?"
Morgan went silent for a moment. Reaper's story didn't really interest him. Taking out some marines was nothing special to him. Not after the things Morgan did. "I had one. Long time ago. You?"
"Several crews. One I was a slave to, two were worthless, and the last one was wiped out by the very same crew that enslaved me." Reaper let out a low growl, "Those bastards enslaved me when I was about your age. Piracy was not my dream, I was already married with a child. I was taken simply for my ship building skills and bulk." Leon moved as much as he could, but only succeeded in making metal on metal clinking noises. "I was looking for a crew before I got arrested."
"You sure know how to pick 'em, my friend," Morgan said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "I'm sorry to hear that. Why don't you go back to your family? With your luck, you are better off not being a pirate. It's all about luck on those seas. I'm proof of that. I'm lucky to be alive. Each and every day, I thank...well, I'd show you my charm, but I gotta go this sea stone thing around my wrist. But anyway, my parents gave me a charm bracelet way back when I was a kid. I didn't think anything of it then, but it's kept me alive when everything else wanted to kill me. So now every night, I say a little prayer to it. It's the only thing that has kept me alive. Kept me successful. Kept me driven. Because I know I will be alive the next day to work towards my dream." Morgan smiled and looked down at the ground. It was strange to say it aloud, but it was true. To Morgan, he is living on borrowed time. All he had to credit to that was his luck. It wasn't determination or anger that kept him going. It was luck. Pure luck. If it was willpower, they would still be alive.
"I tried going back kid." Leon responded, "But I was gone for almost a decade, she had every right to think I was dead and move on. I am a pirate now so I can get back at the man who took my life." Leon thought of the irony, the man who took his life has given him a life that revolves around killing him. "I don't believe in luck. I can control my life now, I'm strong enough. As a pirate, I've learned that you should kill anything that wants to kill you, and be prepared to die if you are willing to kill. They call me a demon because I am ruthless and unrelenting." Leon sighed, he felt true sympathy for the kid. "When we get out of this hell hole, find yourself a crew and decide. You are young enough to settle down now, or you could follow your current path." Leon's voice became louder and bellowed through the cell walls. "If you choose the second one and you truly not a coward, then you have my grace!"
Morgan chuckled again. "I am not going to limit myself to an A and B. I'm going to do what I want when I want. That's what being a pirate is all about. It's about enjoying the seas. The adventure. The treasure. The thrill of a good fight. The freedom. That's what I enjoy the most. So I reject your advice! But not because it's bad advice. It's just...you are just missing the point. Don't limit yourself to As and Bs. The world has so much offer and by looking at in black and white is blinding you to the beauty it has," Morgan said with excitement. It was strange giving advice to a man clearly older than he was, but then again Morgan had a way with words. A way at looking at the world that made him always speak with such idealism. Such hopeful energy. One could easily confuse with sheer naivety. But Morgan much preferred optimism.
"Very well then." Leon admitted, "Do you have a goal in life though, somebody you love, or somebody you want to kill for example?"
"That's an interesting question. All of the above, maybe. I never really gave it much thought," Morgan paused as he laughed. "Truth to be told, I just want to live a truly free life, and so far I can only do that as a pirate. That could be my goal. I hope to meet the love of my life someday, and I don't care for revenge. Not anymore at least. Though the world government can be a real drag sometimes," Morgan said with a hearty laugh, holding up his sea stone cuffs as he did. "I'm guessing you are just motivated by revenge then?"
"If I get my chance, I will likely not kill him." He replied, "I will steal his shadow so that he can never set foot in daylight, I will make force upon him a fate worse than death." Leon growled with his teeth clenched. His voice was becoming feral in nature. "Revenge is my goal. I already had my love, and she is gone. When that man is dealt with, I will help whoever my captain is to fulfill his goal as payment." Leon ached to get out of his chains, as soon as he would be released, he would kill every marine in his sight.
"The last part is quite noble of you. The rest...not so much," Morgan said with a strange inflection to his voice. He did not support nor did he care to judge his jail buddy. It was not his place to do so. His life was his own. "Can't say I blame ya. Just remind me to never get on your bad side," he continued with a laugh. "Tell ya what: If we somehow get outta here, I'll help ya find a crew so you get the revenge you want and move with your life. Sound good?"
"If we get out of here than I would gratefully take your assistance." Leon replied, "Tell me, what is your power?" It had just crossed his mind, the name implied fire, but he wondered, was it merely controlling it or was he able to become fire.
"I'm sure you'll see it soon. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."
Tunnak and ??? - Abandoned Barbershop, Loguetown
"What the hell?!" A man shouted from the front of the door where the Fishman Tunnak had just entered. He was fairly tall, with a head of messy, black hair and a goatee. A noticeable scar marked in an 'X' fashion sat above his right eye. His clothes were torn and worn, and unremarkable, with a plain ripped white shirt covered by a red-brown coat with a slight pattern of black and yellow going down the left side, and black pants. On a sash around his waist, he carried a fairly sizable sword.
"Oh, this's jes great! Firs some white-haired bigguy ruins my drinkin' day at my favorite bar, then some fishy goes a breakin' in my house!" He stepped into the room with Tunnak, angrily motioning his arms at him. 'Whatdya think yer doin' in here!? Eh?!" He was about to shout something else, but looked around the room for a moment, taking in his sights more clearly despite his inebriation. "Eh? Ah, this isn't my house!" He said, slamming his fist over his palm in realization. "Hooorararararara!" He laughed drunkedly, placing an arm on his stomach as he did so.
While the drunk blabbered on Tunnak had snuck away from the door and windows to remain hidden the best he was able. The gentleman in front of him was about to make this a real challenge, though. By the looks of him he might not be easy to communicate with, but he figured there was no alternatives at this point. "Sir, please, I need you to lower your voice a little. It's in my best interest, and trust me, yours as well." Intimidation was not exactly Tunnak's prefered tactic but he was becoming increasingly desperate and this loud-mouth here was about to jeopardize everything.
"Shhs, please", Tunnak pleaded, hoping for the best.
"Hooorararararara!" The man laughed loudly again. 'Whatya doin' there sulkin' below for? You in trouble? Eh? You a pirate then!? Hooorarararara!" He laughed, reaching for something on his sash, something he expected to be there, but wasn't. "Eh? Where's my flask...I coulda sworn I left it on my sash! Dang it! Always loosin' my flask. I loved that thing! Best friend gave itta me when we were kids!" He checked every pocket and area of his person which could have the missing flask, before he suddenly jolted up in remembrance. "Ah, waita minute! I don't have a flask. Hoorararara!" He laughed. "Musta remembered it from a story I heard in the bar. I also thought I had a crew, but then I remembered I didn't either! Hooorararara! HOORARARARA!" His laughing only began to grow louder, the drunk man finding it harder and harder to contain himself.
A pearl of sweat appeared on the Fishman's forehead. Now he was really nervous. If he didn't find some way to shut him up - and soon - he would be in a heap of trouble. No, no, oh-nononono "Quiet, please. Please be quiet!" The drunk seemed disinclined to meet his request and so, as an act of sheer desperation, Tunnak sprung forth, forcefully trying to press a huge and scale open palm against the mouth of the stranger with the words:"I am so sorry, mate, but I really need you to shut your yap." He hoped to be able to limit the outburst that threatened to reveal his whereabouts to unwanted ear.
"Mhmrmrmimr!" The drunk man murmured from under the hand of the Fishman, trying to break free from under him, but failing to do so. Just outside the abandoned shop, a patrol of Marines searching for the Fishman walked close by, asking citizens if they saw anybody suspicious around the area. The drunk, for the first time, became aware of the situation, and stopped squirming as much below the palm of the fishman. He waited quietly, as one Marine noticed the shop and the open door, and walked over to the front entrance, taking a quite peak inside. Not seeming to spot anything immediately, he moved on with the rest of the group out of the area.
Tunnak exhaled loudly after having held his breath out of tension. He rolled to the side, landing heavily onto the wodden floor which sqeaked louder than expected. Blast! He waited for the shouting of men and the voices nearing the shop once again... but he was in luck. They were already too far away to have noticed. A jolt of relief shot through Tunnak's body as it collapsed entirely where it was with Tunnak giving no thought to the stranger lying next to him. After pausing briefly, his sence of awareness returned and he swiftly rolled away from his new acquaintance and sprung up looking something in between of defensive and apologizing. "I'm terribly sorry, sir, I meant to cause you no harm. You see, it was terribly important that the marine soldiers did not find me here, you see, I've been subject to a terrible misunderst--"
"Eh? Marines after you, huh! I knew yah were a pirate! Hoorararara! Been doing some nasty things, have yah!? What, did yah kill somebody then? Hoorarararara!"
"No, no! No, no! As I've already told you: there's been a misunderstanding. I am an ex-convict. That's the key word in this sentence. E X - convict. As in no more. The only reason that they're out looking for me is because of some blasted pirates causing a riot at the Plaza, and I got mixed up with th-.." He came to a halt halfway through, for the first time really taking in his surroundings. The shop seemed terribly old and very poorly maintained. Could've been closed for month for all he knew. And then there was this fellow? A man whose appearance might've been intimidating, but whose aura was rendered completely harmless due to the concentration of alcohol in his veins most likely being purer than that which came straight out of any bottle. There's no way in the deep blue this guy's got anything to do with the authorities.
"... why am I even bothering?", he asked himself out loud before addressing the stranger. "Who are you anyways?"
"Hooorarararara!" He laughed. "Whatever yah say, fishy! Convict. Ess-convict. Dun matter how yah look at it, we're all criminals one way er 'nother," He picked himself off the ground, attempting to dust himself off, however pointless it seemed to his overall dirty attire. "Call me Wallace!" He announced, wiping some dry drool from the side of him mouth onto his sleeve, while he walked over to the window to catch a sight at the plaza. "Loguetown, eh? Yah know, for the life o' me I can't remember what I was doin' here...." He trailed off, then looked back at the fishman. "And you look like yer makin' yer way out too, so les go to the docks! We can leave eer for good!"
"Hmm.." Pondering the situation, Tunnak was again in doubt whether or not this was the right way to go about things. But then again, what choice did he really have? It would only be a matter of time before another patrol of marines would pass by the broken door and if these were more thorough than the others, he would find himself in quite the pickle. Besides, even though this Wallace seemed drunk out of his mind, his suggestion did have more appeal than storming the prison gates with the other nutjobs. This might actually get me offshore and not back behind bars.
"Alright then, Mr. Wallace. Call me Tunnak. Or Tunn'. Or anything really, long as it's not 'Fishy', really. It's getting old..." He paused as gazed out in the thin air as bad memories circled his mind. "Ahem, anyway, how do you suggest we go about this? I'm not exactly difficult to spot out there." he pointed out, gesturing with both hands at the size of himself.
A quirky grin formed on Wallace's lips as he replied. "Oooh, lad, you jus' let me worry 'bout that."
Kuzo, Bass, Zoe, and Morgan - In front of Prison, Loguetown
Bass glanced up at the prison and frowned at it. "To tell you the truth... I've never been in a prison before." He cocked his head a bit, "How do you get in? I mean, are there windows up top or such? That would help a bit."
Kuzo eyed the prison up and down. The Marines could be heard in the background, still searching the streets for the group from the plaza. "Hmm," He let escape from his mouth, thoughtfully approaching the front of the prison, and placing a hand on the knob of the front doors. He twisted it, and opened the door to the prison. "Let's go through here," He said calmly with a smile to his two companions.
Bass blinked in surprise and slowly walked along with Kuzo. "Uh... you sure this is a good idea?" He asked as he went inside, "I mean... it's kind of cramped and there won't be much room to fly in, right? And why are we getting this specific pirate? I thought you had the ship?"
"I have a ship," Kuzo began, stepping through the front doors and into the first room of the prison, where a few guards were posted. "And Morgan's in my crew. The only problem is, both the ship and Morgan don't know they're with me yet," He smiled at Bass, as the Marines eyed the three who just entered the front doors. Two Marine soldiers guarded the door which headed down into the sub-levels, where the cages and prisoners were. They held up their rifles in front of their bodies, while a third Marine soldier approached the group.
"Visiting times are over, citizens! This area's off limits now!" He barked at them. He eyed both Zoe and Kuzo, before he set his eyes on Bass in the back, taking in his appearance for the first time. "Eh? What the heck is that?!" He shouted, pointing his finger at the bat-like creature next to them. The other two Marines were instantly on alert, while the third tried to fight emotions of shock and confusion.
"Waita minute," He began, looking over to the side of the wall, where multiple wanted posters hung. He spotted the one he was looking for, seeing the image of the same bat-human there. "Midnight! C-CRIMINAL IN THE PRISON!" He yelled, trying to get people's attention.
“Aren’t there always criminals in prisons, you morons?” Zoe asked the guards sarcastically, her eyes rolling in contempt. Pulling out the rapier that hung tightly to her belt, she took a ready stance and braced herself for a fight. The building was too tight for her to comfortably transform, at least in her opinion. There was no room for proper maneuvering, so it was best to stay human.
“Just tell us where Morgan is and I won’t kill you.”
Bass paled at the name and hung his head, rubbing his thumb hooks together while he squirmed, "N-No.... you don't understand." He said softly. He remembered those words he had read before and closed his eyes tightly. "Kuzo... we should get out of here." He whispered to the man. "This is a very bad idea. There will be too many Marines here."
The Marine squirmed at the sight of the rapier, leaving his weapon by the desk at the end of the room, while the other two guarding the door to the prison raised their rifles at the group. They kept them pointing, waiting for something to happen, while the third Marine began to nervously sweat at the steel in front of him. "M-Morgan?! The Burning King? You his crew then?"
"That's right," Kuzo answered. He turned to Bass, and smiled. "Aww, come on, where's the fun in that? Besides, doesn't look like these guys will give us much of an option anyway."
"Not just criminals. P-pirates!" He yelled, and the two marines fired at the group.
Bass yelped and quickly jumped into the air as the bullets flew. With his jump he pulled his feet up to grip the ceiling as best as he could and then he pushed off to slam into a Marine and he wrapped his wings around the man. Already the man was screaming about Midnight biting into his neck and Bass had to roll his eyes. He unwrapped his wings and dropped the Marine on the floor and kicked his foot out right into the marine's chest and sent his flying off to hit into a wall. The gun fell and Bass was quick to pick it up with a foot and he sent toward Kuzo, "You can use this."
Ducking and putting her back against the wall, Zoe did her best to dodge the incoming fire of the muskets. Just in the nick of time, she felt the musket balls fly past her face. Bass seemed to make quick work of a guard, while she gathered herself and began to slink forward during the chaos. The other guard distracted by the bat-man's assault on his companion, she was able to get the jump on him and knock him out with a quick stroke of her rapier’s butt. As he collapsed, she made sure to kick him in the head with her booted foot just to be safe.
This left the third guard for Kuzo, who was without a weapon, and Kuzo, not wanted to harm the man too much, decided to go with knocking him out. He bent his knees, muttering under his breath, "Tank Mode," His body reacted to his words, pumping him up to the previous, larger form he had taken before in the execution plaza. The Marine went wide-eyed at this, and quickly tried to walk over to his desk and grab his gun. Kuzo ran forward, bringing an arm up and smashing it to the side of the Marine's face, the impact quickly flinging him off his feet and sending him crashing to the side of the wall, knocking him out in one blow. Kuzo looked down at the guard, then at the other two who were just knocked out, catching the gun that Bass tossed to him. In the near distance, the noise they had caused seemed to have alerted plenty more Marines in the prison, who seemed to have been shouting their way to their location.
Kuzo stuck his arms out to his side and clenched his fists, reverting to his normal form again, before looking over his two companions, smiling and scratching the back of his head. "So there was probably a better way of doing this," He said with a slight chuckle. "This place'll be swarming with Marines soon, so we'd better hurry!" He pointed the gun to the door, shooting the lock in place, a few times before it was broken off, before kicking open the door with his foot, and proceeding down to the lower levels of the building, where the cells were located.
Bass followed and flapped up into the air just a bit and landed. He frowned and then called out, "MORGAN!" He shouted out, then he closed his eyes as his ears flicked about a bit to see if this Morgan would call out. He would key in on the noise and presto. Hopefully though he was in a state to call out.
"Yo. Down here!" Morgan said with a chuckle. I wasn't expecting visitors. "Though you don't sound like a beautiful girl, so you can stay over there too."
Bass' ears swiveled a bit as he zoned in on the voice and he nodded, "I have his location. Hold up the Marines, I'll go and get him out." With that the bat made his way down the hallway and to a large sight. There were hundred of cells with prisoners all in them. He made his way over to the banister and jumped over it. He spread his arms and glided down to the ground floor where thankfully only two Marines were stationed. No doubt the others had been called up to the floor he had just come from to deal with the others.
"Holy s**t! I know that thing! It's Midnight!" One of the guards cried out in a panicked voice. Bass quickly dropped down with enough force to land on one of the guards just as they were pulling out their revolvers and slammed him down to the ground. The other was just raising his own gun when Bass knocked him with his wing and kicked out a leg to trip him. He quickly got off of the first man and turned to the cage that held Morgan. "So... you're Morgan right?" He asked.
“Oh sure, hold off the marines he says,” Zoe mumbled under her breath, readying her rapier as another group of marine guards gave chase and entered the area. “I’m a bat, I can find him by sound…” She made a sound that was mixed halfway between a scoff and a sigh as she parried away the tip of the nearest guard’s musket, his finger pulling the trigger from her sudden movement. It was loud, the muzzle’s proximity being dangerously close to her head. She let out a shriek of pain as she fought the urge to cup her left ear.
“Damn, I hope you guys are payed well for this s**t.” She pulled her arm up and lanced him with the tip of her blade, a nonlethal blow, but enough to remove him from action as his arm went numb, the musket dropping to the floor.
“Hurry up down there, batman!” Another guard rushed her and tackled her to the floor, her body struggling to push off his weight.
"You are not exactly what I pictured when I imagined getting saved, ya know?" Morgan said raising an eyebrow as he stared at the talking bat in front of him. It was not everyday that you are saved by talking animals, but traveling the seas, Morgan got used to this kind of thing. Still, he never imagined getting saved, much less by a batman. He sighed a bit. His dreams were much more in line with typical male fantasies: A beautiful young maidan would bust down the evil tyrannical guards, thrashing them about as she reached his cell. Then she would yank the bars off their hinges, shatter his cuffs and then save his ass. He would be indebted to her and serve her, out of some obligation. At least at first, but then we would grow to fall in love and rule the seas together. A man can dream at least. A batman would be a close second. Maybe. No it's not. It works though. "But-" The voice of Zoe ran through the halls. "I heard a lady's voice. She with you!?"
Bass nodded, "Yeah, uh..." He went over to the guards and frowned, "Okay... this will take some time." Having no hands Bass hand to insert his toes into their pokets, frowning as he fished around from something like a... key! He pulled out his toe with the key and threw it up to catch it with his teeth. He went over to the cell door and knelt down to place the key in the lock. It took some time to angle it just the right way, but finally it went in and he twisted it. The door opened up and Bass smirked, "Yes! Finally got it down! So, we should get going now. Tons of Marines are coming!"
Morgan smiled as Batman freed him. "I can handle that. But first things first. Get these off me," Morgan ordered holding up his seastone cuffs. "Then get my friend, Reaper, out of there. He's the cell across from mine. And then, you can point me in the direction of your beautiful female friend."
Bass nodded and then frowned, "Uh... I saw no other keys..." He went over to the desk and flapped up a bit in the air as he used his feet to open the various drawers. "Uh... Morgan, does someone have the key?" He sighed, "Hold up, have to go through these drawers. So many papers..." He pulled out paper after paper, "How you holding up there you two!?" He shouted up to the others, "This is just going to take a while!"
"Use your genius detective skills. I certainly don't have any," Morgan groaned, following his "savior" though Morgan would use the term very loosely. "Out of the way," Morgan said pushing Batman aside as he shifted through the drawers. The Marines were never particularly organized, probably coming from their bureaucratic nature. "Wait a minute..." Morgan went to the other side of the desk and found a locked drawer. "1000 Beli its in here!" Morgan twisted his face in frustration on how the drawer was locked, pondering all the different ways he could force it open. Punching it would work. Slow, painful, but effective. Lock picking? No, Morgan wasn't skilled at anything that didn't involve setting things on fire. He was screwed. "Crap, it really is locked."
This time Bass pushed Morgan off to the side and reached out with a foot and let his long claws dig into the wooden surface. With a grunt he flexed the muscles in his foot and leg and the parts of the door around the lock and hinges stayed on... everything in between them however was ripped clean off and the foot dashed in. It pulled out a key and threw it over to Morgan, "There ya go." Bass dropped to the floor and peeked in, "Hm.. some other keys are in here too."
“G-get off of me!” Zoe screamed and tried to push the man off her, his weight suffocating and girth disgusting. Weren’t these people supposed to be well fit and healthy soldiers? There was no way she would be able to push him off as things stood now. As much as she didn’t want to in the building, it necessitated transforming. With a roar that started out human and became otherworldly mid transformation, she threw the man from where he was and down to where the batman had once flown. There was no way a mere mortal man might make that fall alive.
Angry and pushed to the point of desperation, she gave another mighty roar, the noise sharp and piercing as it reverberated off the walls. Two of the guards took off running down the very same hall from whence they came. The last three remaining stood their ground bravely, if a bit warily.
“You have made a terrible mistake,” she told them, her voice ethereal and almost inhuman as she spoke.
"May as well grab them too, uh, Batman? Whatever your name is," Morgan said with sigh. Taking the keys from the savior, Morgan threaded the key through the lock and the heavy seastone cuffs crashed to the ground. "Much better. Good work, kid. Now to business," Morgan said with a smile. The Bat proved to be quite resourceful. All things considered, he was pretty good at whatever he was good at. Morgan would have to keep that in mind. Hardly seemed a fighter. Worst case, a well placed attack would take him out.
Morgan skipped over to the cell of Reaper. "You wanted to see my powers, right? Well watch and learn." Morgan touched the lock of the cell and focused every so slightly. Slowly, flames erupted from his hands, melting the lock with extreme heat. Once the the lock was nothing more than liquid on the ground, he used his strength to pry the door open. He fired a few small fire bullets, knocking all the chains and cuffs off Reaper with a small burst of flames. It was a controlled expolsion in nature, easy work for Morgan's devil fruit. "As promised, I got you out, and here is a crew. I guess. So let's get out of here. Come on, Batman! We need to catch up with your female friend."
"The name's Bass." He suddenly flew over and gripped the man's shoulders with his feet and took off into the sky, "I'll get you later!" He shouted down to Morgan's friend. He flew up higher and higher and then got up to the banister where he had leapt off of and gently lowered Morgan down. "The others are up here, let me grab your friend and we'll be off!" With that Bass swooped down again and out of view.
"I'm still calling him Batman..." Morgan said to himself, as he wiped off the dirt from the bat's claws from his jacket. Morgan decided to run ahead, remembering the echoes from earlier. He couldn't decipher it well enough earlier, but it did sound like a fight was happening. Likely Batman, or Bass, or whatever the talking bat's name was, had the orders to perform the rescue while everyone provided the much needed distraction. With Morgan free, the calvary has arrived. And he needed a warm up anyway. Been a while since his last fight. Morgan sprinted down the hall, watching as other prisioners gawked at the presence of the Burning King free from jail. Though now everyone will associate the man who set South Blue on fire with a bat creature. Not exactly great for his reputation as a loner. The press would get a kick out of it though.
Finally handling the last guard, paying careful attention not to kill him even in her anger, Zoe peered around to see if any more might be incoming. They surely were, but not foolhardy. Guards had to be somewhere, plotting and deciding how to best trap them in here. The clock in her head kept reminding her that time was running out.
Morgan's sprint came to a skid as his green eyes widened as something else came into view. "You know, I came running expecting a girl. A beautiful one too. And I find a dragon. Now I've seen everything." Morgan sighed and dug his face into his palms. Seriously, who came to save him? And why? That was a good question really. Why was he being saved? He didn't make a habit of making friends since he earned his name as the Burning King. In fact, he probably made more enemies than anything else. So this all became very supicious. Still, he couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed. The dream he had was within reach, and now the princess is a walking (probably talking) dragon. The things that were supposed only exist in stories. Sure, sea monsters existed and Morgan heard about that those. But dragons?! There were not supposed to be dragons in the world! It was amazing he wasn't crapping his pants. Morgan had to credit his tendency to live in dream land to his composure. "Let me guess, you are the talking bat's sister. Boyfriend? Or did you guys just come from the same ocean circus?"
Well, wasn’t this a surprise? Here was the man that they had risked so much to come and free, standing right before her like a delivery. She noted that she would have to give her thanks to the Bat later. His ears were obviously better than she had given him credit for.
As soon as the two laid eyes on each other, the man began to tease about her appearance. Something about being the Bat’s sister or lover. It was all very juvenile if a bit funny given their circumstances. Letting out a belly laugh she couldn’t help but not contain, she spoke up to him across the way, “Oh, you’re funny…a real bright one. At first I wasn’t sure if you were the one we came for. You look far prettier than your picture. You sure you’re not a lass under that tunic?” She asked him, her voice still weighty and not hers. “I'm afraid, you haven’t seen everything just yet.”
In an instant, she shrunk down and wore her earthly appearance once more. “That’s not a trick my little effeminate friend. A trick is something a wh**e does for money. You better man up, you’re part of this circus now.”
Stonewall H. Mason - Loguetown: The King's Bar
It truly was incredible what a single martyr was capable of. What was previously a somewhat quaint own was almost literally filled to the brim with pirates. It was no surprise, really. Sivers' last words would make any red-blooded pirate want to jump on a ship and head for the Grand Line. Even Mason heartbeat accelerated at the thought of such a grand adventure...but that wasn't what he was in Loguetown for. No, there was something much more pressing that he had to take care of, something much more personal. There was a rumor that the Celestial Spirit, a name that was held by his sister. She'd become something of an obscure fairy tale, both in life and in death, so it wasn't the first time he'd heard stories about people disappearing and then other people citing the Celestial Spirit as a culprit. However, this case was unique.
So Mason sat in the King's Bar, drinking water. He didn't really like to drink...largely because he couldn't hold his alcohol. He kept his eyes trained on the entrance, honing in on every person who came in. He was looking for a specific person. He had to do quite a bit of digging to find out what this person looked like and what they're average habits were. He got it down to a T. The person was a pirate from...somewhere. He didn't quite know their past, but he did know what they looked like. They were from a crew called the Red Ribbon Rogues. He wasn't 100% sure that they would end up coming to Loguetown...but if they were truly a pirate, there was little chance that they wouldn't be there.
It had actually already been three hours since he'd arrived. While his faith that the pirate was in town was unwavering, the likelihood that they would come to the bar was diminishing quickly. If it came down to it, he would have to hunt them down on the Grand Line. That would be far more troublesome than he would have wanted it to be...but it may have been necessary. Of course, the real problem was that he couldn't hunt them down on the Grand Line. He didn't have a crew. What's more, he didn't know how to make a crew, and he didn't know how to make a crew. He slumped back in his chair.
Mason eventually left the King's Bar, realizing that there was little chance that he would find the one that witnessed "his sister". He bit his cheek as he did. He felt as if the lead was vanishing from existence, and the idea that someone was impersonating her and disrespecting what the torture she had to bear to take care of him and the others killed him inside. He had to do something about it. In the end, he followed the crowds and went to the site where the legend himself fell: The Execution Platform.
Leon and Bass : Murder all around!
Bass kept flying down until he finally landed on the ground and looked over at the other man, "Okay then, you're next. Just keep an eye out, not sure if any Marines are going to coming around." At that moment Bass' ears twitched again at the sound of boots, "Uh... we should get a move on." He flapped into the air and swooped down to grip the man's shoulders and quickly began to rise into the air.
Leon sighed, it seemed like everybody had some kind of devil fruit powers these days. Or perhaps he was a different race all together. Leon had traveled around, but he certainly had not seen everything. "I refuse to leave without my scythe and katana!" He growled. He was surprised the man could hold him up considering his bulk and height.
Bass sighed and quickly dropped to the ground with him, "Where are there? They will be here-" His ears swiveled a bit as he heard the boot step suddenly fall silent. "Soon." There stood five Marines, all with guns drawn at them. "Uh... "Bass raised his wing tips up in a meek show of surrender, then kicked out a foot to send a chair at one of the Marines and quickly fled in between the cages.
Leon growled as the man dropped with him to the ground. There were only five marines, and he was glad they had come. "I'm going to kill four of you and make the last one tell me where my weapons are." He roared. He threw his shadow at the marine that took a chair to his face and switched places with it. They were hardly able to react before Leon used the marine's gun against the other four soldiers. He lifted the soldier off the ground and looked him in his eyes, "Tell me where my weapons went." He growled, "Otherwise I'll throw you off the highest floor." The man passed out.
Bass at that moment rose up from the cages, eager to grab onto a Marine only to see all of them were dead. He descended onto a cage and looked over at Morgan. "You didn't have to kill them..." He frowned and then hung his head, "Hm... I didn't see weapons around here or in the desk. They might have an armory. Would make sense and if they do it would be locked up tight."
"They were ready to kill me." I barked, "Or did you think those guns had blanks in them?" Leon hoisted the marine that passed out over his shoulder. "If we run into anymore soldiers we could use him as a hostage. Go ahead and lead on, I'll do any off the killing you can't." Leon sent out his shadow to walk beside the man.
Bass sighed and flapped up into the air, glancing about before nodding, "Might as well try this way." He flew down to a door and warily opened it up. "It's clear." He walked on in to see several doors there. "Uh... which one is the armory then?"
He rushed forward and sighed. "Doors complicate things." He growled. He dropped the marine off his shoulder and went to the first door to knock it down. A group of marines were sitting around a table drink tea.They took a moment to gather their thoughts, before realizing that the table was broken and Leon had already slammed one into the ground. "Lock me up without food?" He yelled, him in his shadow violently not killing anybody in the room. After he finished pounding the marines into an unconcious pulp he stepped out and sighed. "Nobody in there had my scythe.
Bass paled and slowly stepped back, "Uh... I can see that." He rubbed the back of his neck with a bit of worry, "You have... anger issues?" He asked with a weak smile. "Though with these other doors, it'll take some time to try and find the armory."
"You'd be angry too if you had drift through the sea in a lifeboat for six days with little water and food. Then these cowards had to chain me up." Leon's blood boiled. He roared and broke the other door. Three marines stood aiming at the door, shivering in fear. "Where is my scythe and my katana?!" He yelled. One of them could hardly speak, but managed to say a room number. "He said the room four doors down!" He told the man. "Go retrieve my scythe, I have buisness to take care of!" Leon and his shadow entered the room and closed the door softly. A minute latter and he reopened the door and exited, closing it behind him. "That room is a mess."
Bass nervously tapped his thumb hooks together and looked down, "Uh... I really think you should... calm down a bit. I mean, they were just doing their job... and you seem like a very angry individual." He said slowly and as carefully as possible. "Just... it's just some positive criticism is all."
"Their job is to capture or kill pirates." Leon replied, "They failed at capturing, so they must want to kill me. Anybody that wants to kill me should be prepared to die. I didn't earn the title White Haired Demon for going easy." He growled. Leon was holding his temper for this guy simply because he saved him and Wright, but he wasn't happy that his fun was being criticized. "Anyways, I gotta stretch a bit. Ever been completely chained up? It makes you just want to punch something."
Bass lowered his head and his ears drooped a bit as well, "Well... no.... " He said softly, "But... you can't be this angry all the time?" He asked in a half hopeful voice. He knew that if this man traveled with them on the ship, he very well could end up dead... or worse. He shuddered at that thought and sighed, "So... these weapons are precious to you then?"
"No, but I really wanted to kill some marines and I don't have money to buy new weapons." Leon explained. "And no, I am not this angry all the time. Normally I only kill when I a told to, or when I am not told to not kill people." Leon walked through the hallway and commanded his shadow to enter each room and beat the daylights out of the soldiers. "This is the room here. I'm sure there are weapons from other pirates, you want to take something?"
Bass flapped his wings a bit, 'Uh... I don't have hands." He said with a weak smile, "So I really can't hold anything."
"Well I could see why you aren't a killer then. Though that reminds me of a time when I had to kill three other pirates with my hands cuffed behind my back." Leon explained. He sent his shadow in to retrieve his weapons, "Used my head and body like a ram." Leon didn't explain the details of the paricularly gruesome fight, but did nod, "Yep, they didn't even expect it." His shadow came back with his scythe and katana. He strapped the katana to his side and held his massive scythe. "Now where do we go?"
Bass pointed back out, "Uh... they are up on the floor above us." He twiddled his thumb hooks together, "I can try and get you up there... but last time I could feel some strain. You're a big guy yes... and maybe I could get a third of the way up?" He answered with a frown.
Leon sighed. He figured he was a strain to carry. "I'll just break the floor, then I'll climb up." Leon whistled and his shadow began to grow to the height of the hall. "Break it!" He yelled. His shadow punched upward with massive force, creating a hole in the ceiling. Leon's shadow held onto the ledge and began to shrink back to normal size. Leon switched places with it and called down, "My shadow is virtually weightless! Unless you want him to take the long way and kill soldiers, I would bring him back to me!"
Bass nodded and walked over to the shadow, "Uh... well, never held a shadow before..." He called back up, "Do I just... grab it or something?"
"Of coure! It is solid until I call it back."
He nodded and went over, gripping it with one foot and began to fly up, "Huh... it is weightless." He flew up and threw the shadow to him, "There you go." He landed down and looked down the hallway, "Well, we'll just have to meet up with the others then."
"Shame I couldn't wipe out this entire prison, but I would hate to keep my saviors waiting." Leon called back his shadow and held out his arm, "After you kid."
He nodded and flew down the hallway, "Kuzo has a ship so we'll be able to get out of here so we need to move fast!"