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Post by Emma T. Baskerville on Jul 22, 2011 20:20:32 GMT -6
ON MARVEL ISLAND
It was a beautiful day.
Actually, every day on Marvel Island was a beautiful day. That was Marvel Island’s… what shall we call it? Cachet? Niche? Anyway, rain or shine, flood or snow, no day on Marvel Island was not a splendid, wondrous, terrific, marvellous sort of day. The sun was always a little brighter, the shade a little cooler, the birds sweeter, the people kinder, the colors more vivid, the experience… better.
If there was a Paradise to be found in any of the four seas it was Marvel Island.
Or so the story went, anyway. It was certainly one of the most visited of the Islands in the South Blue: the only one that was visited more often was the one that lay at the entrance to the Grand Line and only then because (according to the inhabitants of Marvel Island) to get to Marvel Island you had to go through the Grand Line. Why, even the Celestial Dragons who lived in the Holy Land of Mariejoie were known to stop by Marvel Island on occasion. It truly was the jewel of the four seas.
…for as long as you were there anyway.
That was the trouble with Marvel Island: so long as you were actually on Marvel Island, everything was fantastic and wondrous and so on. But once away from that little paradise the lights seemed to leave and the world got just a little less interesting, a little less vivid.
Moreover, there was always that odd sensation of having ‘missed’ something. Sort of like an inverted déjà vu, a sensation not of having already experienced something and seeing it again, but rather of having already forgotten it. That feeling was much like a dream in that way: ephemeral and just beyond the reach of probing mental digits.
But to say more would be getting ahead of ourselves.
It was a beautiful day on Marvel Island when four strangers wandered onto shore...
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TEMPEST IN A TEACUP
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Be you pirate or marine, you have all gathered on Marvel Island for your own reasons, with your own goals, dreams and aspirations. Perhaps it is merely boredom, perhaps it is whimsy, perhaps you were curious about the so-called ‘Marvels’ of Marvel Island, perhaps it is something else altogether like a slate of sudden kidnappings. Whatever the case you are here.
Surprisingly, it is everything you expected and more.
Things do appear… rather marvellous. So much so, in fact, that it borders on unbelievable. Just how did they get those flagstones to fit together so beautifully? How does each window sparkle so marvellously? And the people are all so striking! And the buildings: such an explosion of color and architecture! It’s all so grandiose that for a moment, however short, it steals your breath away.
For whatever reason, there is a parade on, people looking rather festive as they move down towards the docks dressed in some strange costume or another as they come to honour the coming of a certain admiral... indeed, there's a rather chubby if stately looking gentleman with a grandiose, curly mustache carried upon a palanquin that has come to welcome her in person - those who know anything of the Island would be aware that he is the Mayor of the Island, Mr. Tiro.
Well, in any case, pirate or marine you are here. What shall you do?
NOTES:
- Please consider NPCs as characters in their own right – with all the courtesies you’d usually give such player characters.
- Because we are a five-person thread I will ask that if you are pressed for time in RL and feel you cannot post a quality post that you simply cut down your word count. I realize that a bunch (all?) of you prefer posting above a certain minimum but in order for a thread with this many participants not to get bogged down momentum is key. A certain minimum of speed here is essential.
- On that note, in order to keep the thread moving there will be no particular posting order – post as you want, when you want. I shall post when everyone has posted.
- If a player does not post within a week we’ll skip that person’s turn. I’ll do my best to accommodate for RL – this arc can be pretty flexible in regards to character location so it can accommodate for a character suddenly going missing so don’t worry about it too much if you have to be incommunicado for however long.
- You may desire more... descriptive passages about the people and locales your characters are interacting with. Without giving too much away, feel free to make up whatever descriptions you want about things and people you talk to.
- For those wondering, Red is not currently present.
- I hope you'll have fun!
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Post by Gama on Jul 23, 2011 9:01:33 GMT -6
Footsteps, soft and light, dug into the sandy shore with each step, each step guiding him closer to the cheering roars, screams, and shouts of the mainland. In the visage of light blue eyes were the distant dancing shadows, though he could not make out their form just yet, there was an aura about each shadow that was just divine. Marvelous, even as he looked down and around, he could feel the same aura, the same feeling that was just so outstanding, so, for lack of a better word, marvelous. Smile spreading across his lips, he knew where he was, ‘Marvel Island,’ the rumors of this island were true.
Distant shadows becoming more apparent as he drew closer, their forms coming to festive dancers, floats and the like running along the streets he came to a halt. The pirate was not yet within the ‘city’ and stood meters away on the last remaining bits of shore. However his appearance had gained him an occasional look his way, a friendly wave to which he nodded in returned.
Was he just naturally attractive? Yes. Though could that be the reason he was gaining some attention, from such a distance where he appeared as little more than a silhouette? He couldn’t know it was possible his natural appeal had increased so that even his shadow eluded allure. Gama in his general attire: black shoes now covered with sand, black pants the bottom of which was covered in sand as well. His white button up with a black vest, and then there was his robe. White robe lined with brown fur around the edges and the light blue design on the back.
Clutched in his right hand was a katana concealed in a sheathe bearing similar design. Left hand searching his person, assuring him of the items he had on a hand, everything accounted for: cigarettes, lighter, notebook and pencil. Footsteps innately moved forward, eyes venturing in on the people, the vicinity, captivating. Was it euphoric or just awe? The feelings clashed together like tides against the shore, he did not know whether he was becoming the current or being drowned by it.
"First time on Marvel Island!” A sweet voice rang through him, returning his perception to him in whole. Setting his gaze on the female, beautiful, the thought dare not leave his mouth. Bringing his left hand to his head, dazed, she smiled. “Welcome to Marvel Island! The Mayor is going to greet a special guest, follow the crowd!” Placing a large decadent necklace around his neck. Her sweet voice rang through him once more as she ran-spun off rejoining the dancers heading to the docks and the crowd.
Blink. Blink. Blink. Flick. Flicker. Flick. Flicker. He remembered.
Shaking off his dazed state of mind, stomping his feet to remove the sand. Running his digits along the necklace, a design as foreign as he must have appeared, noticing that many people within the crowd had on the same if not similar designs. Following, if not lingering, behind the crowd he spoke: "Time to get started."
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 23, 2011 9:57:44 GMT -6
[/img] ![]() i936.photobucket.com/albums/ad209/deadbeatx/DOGS/Nill04.png [/img] ![]() i936.photobucket.com/albums/ad209/deadbeatx/DOGS/Nill04.png [/img] ðwell i thought the suits had come for me,ïFOUND ALTERNATIVES TO HONESTY,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ”Admiral Momohato” had always been a plain country Marine. She was straight-cut, well-learned, and raised on the ethics of scientific and mathematical covenants, so unexplainable phenomenon that is Marvel Island never really appealed to her in any particularly intriguing fashion. She could not however deny the anomalies the Grand Line has produced—there are always mysteries and enigmatic problems to deal with. This eccentricity of an island is no different. The recent odd occurrences had blemished the Marine’s reputation of no-nonsense law-keeping. Unable to reason out why things were happening to the people that disappeared after leaving the island was not going to be something the Marines let slip away. So although normally they’d never send an Admiral to deal with such an abstract problem, they grudgingly deployed one of the best of the elite: the scholar Thirteen, or as the public knows her, Admiral Momohato.
Thirteen is a quiet girl—she was not ostentatious in any manner, or even particularly social. She found solace in reading in a secluded room, or documenting research in her laboratory—not grandiose and ornate parades thrown in her honor. Then again, it wasn’t everyday that an Admiral dropped by to visit, so it was expected that the whole island would be thrown into an uproar, falling over themselves to prepare a welcoming party. The girl herself was not especially thrilled to be the center of gawkish attention. She had already resented the fact she was being sent here to investigate such “foolery” as she called it, but now that she was going to be placed on a platform to be oogled at, it was becoming more and more apparent her extreme distaste for this assignment.
Wearing a freshly finished Admiral’s coat that flowed down to the ground like a wedding veil, Thirteen stood in front of the mirror inside a tented set-up. Anxious handlers and fellow Marines awaited for the Mayor to finish an introduction before she was to step upon a lavish platform decorated with flowers and jewels and color, hundreds of uniformed Marines stepping in unison before her, and even a few men to carry the platform so all Thirteen had to do was stand tall, wave every once in awhile, and act happy. The girl sighed, looking at her almost unrecognizable reflection in the tall mirror, big wavy curls dressing her head, her long blonde hair falling to her waist. A pair of blue eyes blinked back at her and Thirteen rubbed her forehead, trying to appease the headache that was surely coming.
She waited for trumpets to sound and for the mayor to finish an introduction before blindly stepping onto the platform as the crowd outside erupted in cheers. As the men carried her platform out the tent, Thirteen was hit with sunlight and a dizzying array of colors and aromas, everything overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t lie—this place was gorgeous—the island at least. As she stood erect on the platform, her short and petite frame barely filling out her Admiral’s cloak, Thirteen only studied the crowd with a sickly sweet and obviously fake smile plastered across her face. She met every adoring cheer from the villagers with nods and interval waves of her hand, not truly paying much attention, but simply already analyzing the peculiarities of the dazzling town. The platform was slowly carried into City Hall, where a lavish reception was being thrown—and where the Admiral was expected to mingle with the townsfolk, answer any honest questions, sign books, kiss babies, and laugh heartily to show her happiness for being here.
The parade inched slowly, and she was getting tired keeping that fake smile across her face. She slowly relaxed her muscles as the platform slipped towards City Hall and she stepped off the platform, a trail of well-dressed Marine soldiers behind her, with hands in salute. Thirteen nodded and walked up the wide City Hall steps, turning around briefly to survey the huge crowd below her feet. Smiling once more, she finally slipped inside, knowing that in a second, it was to be crowded by a huge portion of those lucky enough to get in. And to crush her with questions and idle conversation…
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Post by laurant on Jul 23, 2011 15:00:40 GMT -6
We don't define what makes us right or wrong
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I wanna seize you, touch you, one on one...
   [/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] Laurant Von Ritter [/font][/i][/color][/size] ____________________[/center]
One could say Marvel Island is the perfect place for a musician. But Laurant had different thoughts on that, especially with this festivity going on for an Admiral. But the island was a beauty. If it were a woman, he'd follow her to his death with ease. Every day in this hunk of land was above average. The sights, the smells, everything was just.. great. This wasn't his first time here, but it was the first time he can remember without a hangover. So he planned to enjoy much time as possible sober. His music was better that ways anyhow. This eerie rumor of disappearances around Marvel Island ignited an inspiration to come see what this was about for himself. He had stolen a small boat for the ride here, and bought everything he needed for the sea's journey. With stolen money, of course. Personally, he was quite proud of himself for getting away with this boat. Its owner was swimming after him for a few minutes, before giving up in an angry thump of water. That thought made the musician chuckle under his breath. Poor boat owner.
His black cello case rest on his back, the strap going diagonally across his torso. His coat was not its usual black with white accents, but this time reversed colors. Black attracts the sun, and white repels. It has his usual design, but it was white with the accents black. The sleeves were pushed up to just past his elbows. Under the coat, his chest was bare. For he wore no actual shirt. In his mind, the less clothing the better. His pants matched the design of his coat, being white instead of the usual black. Black boots, tall enough to keep sand from getting in them, is his choice of footwear. A freshly lit cigarette res between his lips, while the lighter and cigarette case lay hidden on the inside of his attire with his flute. His rich black hair was its usual appealing mess, never looking perfected but never looking horrid. Golden yellow eyes, with a shimmer of excitement, kept an alluring distant look to them.
Laurant passed close by a man with blonde hair, about the same height as himself, getting a necklace placed on him by a woman not suited to the musician's taste. Despite the man's katana, Laurant couldn't help but to chuckle a bit at his misfortune. He never saw it as a celebration when you're forced to wear a random necklace, it having meaning or not. “Welcome to Marvel Island! The Mayor is going to greet a special guest, follow the crowd!” The woman said to the katana bearing man. And so Laurant followed the cheering crowd riddled with dancers and such.
Lingering just behind the crowd and all its noise, the musician followed the parading people to the City Hall. If the special guest wasn't Admiral Momohato, he would have wandered off by now. Never one for overly loud festivities, and seeing it's a bad time to court a woman to bed, he took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head, "I hope this turns out interesting." He spoke simply, the noise and joy wanting him to play his cello.
Once at City Hall, the crowd gathers. After the mayor's introduction, the reception that was indoors for the petite marine had begun. The crowd piled in, and Laurant forced himself to the middle edge with apologies to individuals. He wanted to see her again, curious to see what she had to say about all this. And, of course, he wanted to hear her science mumbojumbo about this mystery.
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Words: 616
Tags: Thirteen, Gama, Red, Knuckles
Notes: Missed my 700 word goal, but I hope I gave you enough to work with.
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Post by Knuckles - Kobushi Kyoumou on Jul 23, 2011 15:31:03 GMT -6
"So this is the island, eh?" Knuckles would ask himself, taking a look back and forth as he cracked his fingers and smirked. "Marvelous Island... The most marveled island in the South Blue." He only laughed, something stupid like that was said in another pub in the island of Baterilla. He was a bit confused at that notion, wanted to visit it himself and thus learn just what the hell they were talking about.
At first he thought it was a load of bull, the fact that an island could be perfect wasn't something that he thought was truly the case of anything. It was because he didn't like to listen to the crap others said about stuff, exaggeration was intended to do exactly what it showed, exaggerate. He wasn't going to take-up that for a fact when most would call it fiction. As a result, he went on to his own situation and thus made his way through the town.
Walking throughout the island, things were strange. It seemed to be true that it had a certain air about it, the fact that the trees seemed to gain more glamor and the people seemed more friendly. This was a weird sensation for Knuckles, he didn't voice it outward. He would only move forward in order to gain a bit more information. Why did everything seem so "perfect", it was basically the question he would ask himself.
He liked the women there too, they seemed more beautiful than regular women. He even flirted with a few of them, the likes of which he garnered a couple. In this island, he didn't want to actually wreck anything, at least not yet. It was too perfect to be destroyed by him, by his own two fists which allowed for him to keep his calm. He would need to look alive however, marines may be here, from his incidents on the island of Baterilla, he may have made a bit of a name for himself for now.
Watching the parading and dancing made him seemingly lose the controllable tendency of watching his own back. It didn't take him much to start clapping along with the people around him, he grinned as he would do so. Placing his hands in his pockets as it ended, he put his hands into his pockets and closed his eyes. The parade passed him, and now he was bored with the situations at hand going into the pub to grab himself a snack. He was hungry from all the excitement, eating a submarine sandwich, slowly contemplating the island. Yes, it was truly "marvelous".
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Post by Gama on Jul 23, 2011 19:25:30 GMT -6
Sweet what made Marvel Island even more marvelous, believe it or not, was its scent. The fragrance in the air just lifted his soul, sent his nostrils flaming in delight with each breathe. Forget his eyes that got the luxury to take in the beauty, his nose got to bathe in its sweet aroma – nothing could compete! Disturbance! reached his nose as he took in another breath, inhaling the sweet concoction of the island that gave off this sweet fragrance, it was tobacco.
As a smoker he recognized the smell, though, a bit strange. The tobacco melded into the existing aroma, and he noted it down mentally. His gaze falling onto the man who walked ahead of him as he slowed down, lingering – blending into the crowd as much as he could. A musician? wondered as he noted the black case on his back, could be an instrument or a weapon?
Drawing his gaze down to his own weapon, the long sleeves of his robe covering the ‘g’ shaped guard and the hilt in which he held. If the man did have a weapon, he was much more clever than he was, though it did not take much tact for one to conceal their weapons. He hadn’t a sash or belt that he could tuck the katana into and conceal – a smile forming across his lips as he realized how much of a fool he had been, and continued to be.
Reaching the docks, parade coming to a halt, all attention on the platform, he moved in closer to see who this guest would be. In his visage he could see the boat docked in the port, it belonged to the marines without a doubt, could it be an admiral? The mayor begun his introduction – as the words finished the admiral took the stage.
No, it was just a joke – a ruse. A girl took the platform, she could barely fit the jacket, one hell-of-a ruse, and the mayor took no offense in the admiral’s appearance even after his introduction filled with words reserved for a king. Taking the platform, the crowd roared with cheers and flared up once again into motion. Destination: city hall.
His footsteps were empty and soft against the ground as he lingered behind the crowd on their way to the city hall. Gama was one of many tales, he could entertain anyone for days on end, give words of wisdom to the oldest of men, and share fables and legends that would intrigue even the wildest of kids so much that they’d sit in a circle and listen.
So why was it, he couldn’t accept the fact that this ‘admiral’ was indeed just that. No! his eyes wide opened as he followed behind, his mind beginning to come around. What washed him into a dazed state was nothing influenced by this island, it was a feeling of awe. Sometimes life was just stranger than fiction – there are truly amazing people out there in this world and she was one of them. What he would not admit though was the fact that she was a child – what her body appeared to be was nothing more than a ruse.
The filling of the room in which the admiral and guest rushed to was grand and spacious. “Stop!” Guards spoke, extending their hands out stopping his advance.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
A step back, bringing his left hand to his head as his body shook just a bit. “The admiral is in there,” words flew through his lips gaining him quizzical gazes from the guards. “You cannot proceed with a weapon,” there was a pause from the guard as he spoke, trying to determine whether he was pirate or a crook. “Sorry, sorry,” retorted with a warm smile, extending his katana to the guards. "I am a traveler, a concerned citizen worried about the kidnappings. This blade is merely for protection when necessary.”
Well-versed words escaped his smiling lips assuring the guards with ease. Smooth operator. Accepting his blade and parting to the side he ventured into the room. Standing a few feet from where he entered, the robe that concealed his body earning him a few gazes as one would expect. The soft murmurs under their breath about him, he was becoming a hot-topic, and he could feel the heat in the room – literally. Fur in a closed environment full of active people, not a favorable combination.
There was a solution like any problem; he merely focused his mind to his youth. To his home, where fur was needed for the tough season – winter, there were other surely, but when snow doesn’t melt its just winter year-round. The cooling thoughts cooled his body as he begun his scan around the room, centering his gaze for this admiral – center of attention. Removing his smile as he noticed she was swarmed, he approached her without haste slipping into the swarm with ease.
“Admiral Momohato,” his words were soft but heavier, filling the area with tension. The usual warming eyes were now cold, serious, the matter at hand called for it. “I am here for the same reason you are here, and I am here to help. For that purpose we must speak in private. I do understand that there was a parade today, I was there,” bringing his right hand to the necklace he had been given, lifting it up for her to see.
“There can be another celebration, another parade, after the business at hand is settled and there is something to celebrate. So if you will follow me,” he had no intention of leaving the room just yet. He wanted to flaunt the fact that he could get the admiral to himself, if she allowed him to, to everyone in the room. As he finished speaking he’d offer Miss Momohato his right hand, were she to accept it he would lead her to the table occupied with the punch bowl and other various drinks, sure to be vacant upon their arrival.
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Post by BRONTË B. BEVIN on Jul 24, 2011 10:45:59 GMT -6
 ðwell i thought the suits had come for me,ïFOUND ALTERNATIVES TO HONESTY,- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The room was decorated beautifully-- high rise ceilings polished and chandeliers lit with fresh oil. The walls were even adorned with lavish portraits and snapshots of the Admiral herself, each framed with an ornate gold border that speckled in the sun that was let into the room. Everything about the ceremony was ostentatious-- from the servers wearing fine three-piece tuxedos, to the finger foods and refreshments that looked as though it took an entire crew of restauranteers to craft. Thirteen stood uneasily in the center of the ball-room like hall, the seal of Marvel Island beneath her feet. As guests fluttered in, all decked in formal wear, the Admiral dutifully smiled at them, feigning appreciation for the decadent ceremony thrown on her behalf.
The idle chatter was disgusting. There were talks of the Grand Line, new line-ups in the Marines, and brutally insipid discussions about ship renovations which made Thirteen dozily wish she could take a rusty fork and gouge her own eyes out. She hated superficiality, she hated enormous and expensive parties, she hated this entire foolish assignment.
The young woman barely paid any heed to the crowd of gathering townsfolk but the voice of one man rang out above the rest. It was authoritative and spirited-- and as Thirteen raised her head gingerly to meet his gaze, she found the voice belonged to a young man, beset with charming features and a confident smile befitting a king. He should be the Admiral here, Thirteen thought to herself amusingly. But as his words spoke of the "situation" happening around the waters of Marvel Island, Thirteen breathed inwardly. It wasn't exactly what she'd like to discuss, as the whole concept of some foreign phenomenon was very sacrosanct to her. However when offered a potential lead into a situation she was not equipped to deal with at all, Thirteen decided it'd be better to hear what he had to say than to walk away. Mostly though, it was the fact that she'd be offered a chance to escape from the humdrum conversations happening around her if she took his hand.
"As an Admiral, it is my duty to-- listen to the comments, of all the townsfolk here." Thirteen remarked kindly and sentence choppy, finding the perfect words to deign this as a matter of utmost importance that she walk off with the stranger. She took his hand and slowly glided over towards an empty corner of the room, the eyes of the crowd following her uncomplainingly. But Thirteen did not stop when they reached the punch bowl. Her feet led her and the man into a completely empty corridor, away from the curious gazes of those inside. As they stopped, Thirteen withdrew her hand automatically and breathed a sigh of annoyance. "What an intolerable ceremony this is. I can't imagine a monarchy with more dogma." The girl huffed sourly, rubbing her temple with resignation.
Thirteen looked up at the man, "I don't believe I've caught your name." She said plainly, staring straight into his eyes, her own deep blue eyes flashing fiercely. "Or do you truly have some insight on this hocus pocus nonsense?"
ooc: laurant, knuckles, feel free to intrude at any moment. i didn't know how to "work" you guys in. there wasn't really an opening. xD
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Post by laurant on Jul 25, 2011 13:09:53 GMT -6
We don't define what makes us right or wrong
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I wanna seize you, touch you, one on one...
[/right][/blockquote][/blockquote] Laurant Von Ritter [/font][/i][/color][/size] ____________________[/center]
As City Hall approached faster, the musician let himself fall slightly behind the man holding the katana. Guards where up front, and if he guessed right, they would stop him. They'd be distracted with him long enough for Laurant to pass by. Not that it was a big deal, he just didn't care for guards in any way. They always gave him a hard time about his cello, claiming it to be a concealed weapon. This forced Laurant to show them that it was not. And though it didn't take long for him to do so, it annoyed him that people knew not what the case held.
Just as guessed, the guards ordered the katana wielding man to stop. Laurant chuckled lightly, glad that it worked. The musician squeezed into City Hall. A guard called out after him with a "Hey!" But was soon distracted with others that were tying to get it.
The musician's eyes naturally wandered around, taking in beautiful sights around him. The women, that is. Laurant noticed little about the building's looks. As he managed his way about, apologizing to those he had run into, he kept his eyes open for the petite admiral. He wanted to hear what she had to say about these disappearances. His eyes scanned the crowd as he wandered about. He never realized how hard it was to find such a short woman in a crowd, even though she's dressed in rank suiting attire. She's just so small, the crowd almost eats her up.
"There she is!" Laurant whispers to himself, spotting the petite admiral. He makes his way up to her, and finds himself next to the katana man. Just finishing a sentence, his look was quite serious. What business did he have with her? Laurant looked at the man, "Excuse me for just a moment." He said politely, then looked at Thirteen.
[/b] "Admiral Momohato," Laurant said formally, "It's a pleasure to see you again." He held out his hand for hers. "If I assume correctly, you're here for a good reason. It's most likely the same one I'm interested in, per say." He didn't want strangers to hear what he wanted to say, so his vague words will hopefully be enough.
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Tags: Thirteen, Gama, Red, Knuckles
Notes: Wow, so short. I'm so sorry! I'm kind of bleh today. I really hope it's enough to work off of. ^^;
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Post by Knuckles - Kobushi Kyoumou on Jul 25, 2011 19:01:36 GMT -6
The constant suit of the people around him, the obviously ploy and notion that this event was something likely an annoyance. He cursed the loud and rude notions had just came to him. His hands rubbed against the table watching his sandwich. One thing he wasn't marveled at was the constant chatter of the people around him, at least not while he ate his food. He would again contemplate on starting his smashing mouth fest, taking down these loud mouths.
"Oi, shut the fuck up." It came to him so quickly, the people of which would actually watch him as if he were a mad man. Beginning to eat once more, the glaring individuals would have a threatening remark from their lips. Knuckles would try to eat the sandwich but alas would be stopped by a knife into its middle right when his mouth was open to eat it. His eyes closed, he patted himself on the head and watched the man's arm with a threatening glare.
"So, you wanna fight me, that what this declaration of war is all about?" His eyes went into a deeper sense of strength, a small pound of his fist into the table made him happily stand. "I don't wanna wreck your ass here, lets go outside, I feel more comfortable." Actually, he was being quite tamed in this situation, maybe because of the atmosphere but he didn't wanna mess-up too much stuff really. They would go to the side of an alley, as Knuckles hands went into his pockets.
Some friends of this man were all watching with the situation at hand enlarging itself as Knuckles would smile. The streaming voices of the crowd on the farther end of the alley had made themselves heard through their roaring voices. As Knuckles stood, he raised his legs. "I'll defeat you with one-leg, a single striking leg is all I need." Laughter would come, as the man seriously contemplated what had occurred he had been underestimated by a kid.
Rushing forward with his fist taking aim, Knuckles would say nothing, his leg pushing the males arm to the side. Kicking forward with a lashing blow towards the face, Knuckles would begin to kick him with a repeated angle of blows and strong attacks utilizing his obviously flexible kicking leg. "Practice makes brutality, you could say!" A single-hop as the man became disoriented, made him release a thrust kick with a large shrill. Putting his leg back in place, Knuckles would smirk.
"Get back up, I don't like ending battles too soon, sorry." It was more of a given this man felt humiliated and thus reached within his pocket going for a switchblade. He would signal for his two comrades to join him within this endeavor as they agreed. Knuckles would nod as a large smile was placed on his lips. His eyebrows furrowed. "OK, the same rules still apply; come at me full force." Knuckles tapped his legs against the ground, using a balance of footwork and speedy movements to lash the same attacking leg he had been using to attack the leading male.
"Lame... lame, lame!" Three powerful lashing kicks were made towards each of their faces as they were sent flying back with his powerful feet. Landing, Knuckles watched them and slowly sighed, huffing. The men were groggy as Knuckles started to move away, taking his leave from the three. "You come back when you have more skills, k'?" He would make a large grin, his middle-finger out to signal the obvious tone of this situation.
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Post by Emma T. Baskerville on Jul 25, 2011 22:28:47 GMT -6
CITY HALL
Mayor Tiro was sweating. Indeed, no doubt most of the island was sweating and quite profusely at that: he could feel the front of his shirt stick to his, well, he wouldn't call it a pot belly but there was something of a little paunch there that seemed to be collecting enough moisture to fill a small pond. As the guest of honor entered into the humble town hall, he dabbed his somewhat many-chinned bulk with a surreptitiousness that would have no doubt pleased his advisers had they been in any state to appreciate the social graces that he was making ample demonstration of today.
But no, they were quite distracted, weren't they?
Part of the whole disgusting rivulets-of-sweat was due to the weather: it was decidedly on the sunny side of things today and being a coastal village in the South Blue the air was naturally on the warm and humid side of things. Although visitors somehow seemed to make no notice of the fact, the weather of Marvel Island did have its ups and downs. And today was altogether far too hot. A beautiful sort of hot that shaded straight into all sorts of interesting adventures but to the jaded Marvel-ite inhabitant was mostly rather troublesome.
Admittedly though, the majority of the distraction (not to mention sweat) was being caused by a single person. A single person to whom he'd nearly blurted out: 'I was expecting someone taller' before making his rather long-winded and cardboard cutout speech but managed to refrain before he got a rather permanent version of foot in mouth on his way to the morgue. While he was as much of a World-Government man as the next person, the stories they told about the ultimate firepower of the marines was simply uncanny. The little slip of a girl before him, for instance, was supposed to be over a hundred years old, some sort of monster that could run faster than the stars fell, a genius in some sort of obscure martial art involving heavy metals and in possession of a ruthless sort of cunning and intelligence.
Oh, and she could kill everyone on the island just by thinking about it real hard.
It was enough to put a man off his supper, that sort of knowledge. He wouldn't have said he was a good mayor - there were all sorts of indelicacies that he would have ruthered, upon a second reflection, have not done. Especially knowing that an Admiral - one of the prized and powerful fighting forces of the marines. Even if it was likely all exaggerated nonsense and riffraff and so on like any sane, rational, reasonable man could be expected to suppose...
Well. At the same time, it was just good manners to be extra polite to the supposed-walking Armageddon. Just in case.
He let them talk as he waited outside. Not quite loitering but...
Well, he wouldn't have said he was scared but he wasn't particularly excited to be walking and talking to someone that could (potentially) blow up his island if he made one little faux pas. That was the problem with power. You had to make room for it, accommodate it, give it nice things, feed it little pastries and soothe its ruffled feathers or anxieties lest it turn into a monster and eat you.
Nonetheless, despite his misgivings, he did have a duty to his citizens.
Not to mention his own family. The thought of these mysterious kidnappings having anything to do with his Aisha just made him want to beat whoever was responsible for this epidemic black and blue.
Having thus found his courage, he finally opened the doors. His vision was was met by a throng of hopefuls that had already surrounded the marine admiral, apparently unaware of how high a body count was necessary to become an admiral. She didn't look like she'd snap and start viciously mauling everyone in the name of justice but he'd been wrong about these things before. He hadn't thought that the Saint Celesto's secretary would turn out to be some sort of terrifyingly powerful maniac either but-
Well.
"Ahem, ahem," Mayor Tiro announced, causing heads (some heads anyways) to swivel towards him. "Please try to remain considerate towards our guest, she has had a long and tiring journey and could no doubt do with some rest. In fact, we have some very nice resorts to choose from-?"
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OUTSIDE
The various piles of groaning flesh and bone that used to be a group of toughs slowly got up after Kobushi left. The ringleader spat out a tooth. Dressed in red leather and sporting a rather ostentatious afro he was called Valentine. Vinnie Valentine.
"Huh," the man muttered running his tongue along his gums. "I think you were wrong, Squaro."
"He looked like a shady character to me, bro," the one named Squaro replied. His real name wasn't Squaro, of course, but he was, however, remarkably square and hence the nickname. Although short and squat his body was full of angular lines that always seemed to be remarked upon by visitors.
"Yeah, well, I still think you're wrong," Valentine replied. It was a long-suffering sort of voice that older siblings used everywhere.
"Wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on him."
"Never does, I guess," the 'older bro' admitted as they both staggered off.
A pair of feet were still sticking out of the ground. But they ignored it. Like usual.
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INSTRUCTIONS
- All those in City Hall have the option to exit the City Hall and enter the local seven-star hotels (so long as they are in the company of both an admiral and the mayor, anyway).
- The above is totally optional. Although none of the locals have actually brought up the reason why an admiral has arrived, all would be more than willing to answer questions and it's obvious that some are bursting to answer questions that haven't even been asked yet and to whoever wants to know.
- Kobushi can feel eyes watching him but no matter where he looks, won't be able to find his observers - or perhaps everyone is observing him. Anything's possible. But what he does about it is up to him.
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Post by Gama on Jul 26, 2011 17:45:33 GMT -6
Gama as he came to the last of his words, dispersing the crowd around the admiral with ease, his face remained serious as he broke a mental smirk, he was just moments away from getting the admiral to himself. Another voice spoke, a polite voice resounding next to him as he shifted his gaze. He had seen the man earlier, recognizing him by the black case and his black hair – a musician, if not anything else, a concerned citizen?
Letting the simple thoughts of annoyance run through his mind at the man’s interruption he listened in to his next words. A concerned musician, it seemed – there was now the current predicament at hand, rather, hands. Gama, the apparently concerned citizen, offered his hand to the admiral, on the flipside there was the musician, who had some experience with the admiral, who too offered his hand.
The brief silence that ensued from these actions were broken by the mayor as he entered, gaining the attention (some of it anyway) as he proceed with a brief speech, signaling an end to this little party.
Withdrawing his hand with a small smile as the mayor finished, a glance to Laurant and he spoke: “It appears this party is coming a close. So rather we waste time with the roundabout I’ll begin. I am interested in a solving the kidnappings, I believe no other business would you bring you here nor this gentlemen to my side. With that said, if you may, let the two of us join you on your investigation, Admiral Momohato.”
Letting the words pass through his lips softly, centering the admiral and Luarant partially in his visage he waited for her answer.
OOC: sorry, kind of crapped the post. @ Laurant I worked in off you stopping us from being alone. Hopefully that clears up anything if you have any confusions.
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Post by Knuckles - Kobushi Kyoumou on Jul 29, 2011 6:41:06 GMT -6
Quiet. What could be explained other than that as Knuckles watched from his own eyes the unfolding around him, the limited source of people and the grasp of things to come in the process of the situation with the parade, an hour had passed since the incident in the battle that was started. He was the one that kinda started the battle, left little damage in the process so it was cool, taking his back to the wall as he watched the people walking by. It felt as though he was alone, but wasn't.
The factors remained the same, he was looking at some of the women who were walking past and thus saw things that he "liked" and "disliked". Many things considered in the request for grasping their attention, though all of them had that sort of spark about them (effects of the islands probably, Knuckles wasn't the type to like every woman he saw). It would effectively make him smirk a bit, he understood more and more that this island, may not be what it seemed. "Marvelous, hm?" Was he truly catching on to the sparkles of an absolute "rule", some islands had such rules but did it mean he had to follow them.
Again, it felt so quiet along the way, considering what would happen latter on in anticipation, standing around all this time. The eyes had been on the walls and for the people, the distance between him and the actual city had made him much more crucial to his surroundings. He was guessing that, even this type of island had its own shady dealings... Was that why it seemed at least two or three eyes were watching him. He began to crank his arm as he anticipated the result of such a sensation.
'Paybacks a bitch, indeed...' He may have just become a pirate, but he wasn't a fool. People had friends in low places all the time and thus, it could have been his own eyes fooling him or the eyes of the people. He would only release a small smirk, moving towards the other side of the city, going back to his boat. 'Lets see if I can draw these bastards out and try to get them before they think numbers can do shit to my attack power.' The walk was progressive, his overall sense of recognition for the people that began to walk with him.
He kept a slow pace, making sure to capture each head that was after him, could be a marine... could be criminals, he didn't really care he'd whoop the ass of any and every person. Was it overconfidence, yeah; did he earn it? Hell yeah. He stopped in the sand, as he shuffled his feet and began to stretch them, starting to move his legs into small rotations and twist his arms so that he could gain a bit more feeling. "Say there, gentlemen, you can come out..." He watched his feet and cracked his neck.
"Don't sneak around and watch me, real men voice what they need to say..." He turned around, with a large menacing grin on his face, cracking his fists as he clenched them tightly. "Unless they want to be pussies for the rest of their lives, that is." Saying this in a childish tone, he was looking to gain their attentions with insults.
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