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by Guest: on Thu Jun 30, 2022 3:45 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay; Replies: 31; Views: 2052

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay

OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

“Let you go? I need you?” Brood stated with clear anger rising in the very depths of his soul, drool still running down the sides of his face.

His eyes dilated and a pulse of energy would release from his body that swept through every nook and cranny of this locale. He had unleashed his Haoshoku haki and it was potent, enough to cause every person in this establishment to feel a nauseatingly heavy pressure in their head. Enough to make everything cloud and overwhelming, forcing them to be lulled into unconsciousness. Causing many of the patrons to slump over and fall to the ground with a thud.

There was no way for Aya to remain conscious despite herself and as she would effectively be knocked out in his hand, he’d place her on the table like she was no more than luggage. Taking his mask and slipping it back on his face, locking it at the latch. He’d crack his neck to the side before walking over towards his compatriot with a blank expression on his face.

“Shall we tie her up, Boss?” The golden gentleman spoke calmly with a raised eyebrow.

Brood made his way next to his comrade and crossed his arms. “Naw, let the little bitch sleep.” He turned to leave the establishment, heading towards the door.

“I’ll bring her along just in case, Boss.” The goldenrod stated as he hoisted the woman’s tiny frame upward and slumped her over his shoulder, the pair heading towards a location that would draw less attention for them.

Some Time Later...

Who knew it’d take hours until she came too, perhaps Brood’s abilities were far too potent for the Blues. It delayed his plan by a few hours, but perhaps that was for the best. Given the fact that two of his employees found themselves trailing some important Government officials elsewhere on the island. Though he was upset that they did not do as he said, he could not argue with the fact that they seemingly succeeded at what they were ought to do.

Though this wasn’t official information. Brood knew that they needed time to set up all the various pieces and parts of this little operation and that was why he had a little chat with Aya when she woke up, telling her to meet him down here in the hotel Lobby. A lobby that they had cleared out so that they could have their discussion.

Brood’s large frame sat in the chair without issue, and his eyes looked over towards her as she approached. There was no way for her to run now that she had that necklace on her.

Academia was also seated at the table, he’d be seated across from where Aya was designated to sit. “It is by the grace of our illustrious Employer that you find yourself given glorious purpose. See to it that you don’t fuck things up.” Academia stated coyly as he flipped through a book again, this one different from the one from yesterday.

Brood didn’t have any heed of the words that Academia spoke, his focus was on his new crewmate.

“Welcome back-ee. I think you’re more-eh… amiable to our discussion-eh now, I’d assume. If you can be kidnapped so easily, you’re better-eh off just doing as we require.-ee.” He rested his shoulders on the table, interlacing his large fingers.

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by Guest: on Thu Jun 30, 2022 12:02 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay; Replies: 31; Views: 2052

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay

OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Brood listened intently to the protests of the red panda mink and he didn’t have any emotion showcase on his face other than disdain. That stark look of apathy and disinterest to her plight was coupled with the incline of his eyebrows, showcasing a malicious dislike of the female and her overall demeanor. How was it none of his business that she tried to steal the money he was using to pay his tab. Was she clearly not the kind of person to know her history?

Academia took a quick cursory glance over towards Brood, as his eyes settled back on the empty space that seemingly produced noise. When the stout female revealed herself, a huff of steam exited from his golden maw and he’d close his book that sat in his right hand. Placing it on the table.

He’d uncross his legs, placing his hand on the table and raising up from the chair. ”You are talking to the Chairperson of the Primetime Service & Delivery. I would ask you to refrain from that brutish tone of voice as we continue our proceedings.” He was swift to snap at her for her indiscretion. Before making his way over towards the bar, picking up the satchel from the table.

“Please take this money for now and clear out, I would suggest you do so expressly. Thank you for the wonderful service.” He made a slight bow forward before slipping his hands into his pocket, returning to the table.

Brood said little, staring at the woman as his mouth-piece continued. “You seem to not know whom you are referring to so casually, so allow one such as myself to illuminate you on the matter."

"This is the man who will be known as the strongest within the criminal underworld, he whose name shall give pause to even the Yonko. It is he who will rise up to influence a great many things in this world. Brood Xaldin Bach, Mushiba.”

Brood’s hair ignited at the ends of his dreads which had been placed into a ponytail. The pink flame made him look like a human torch. His eyes hadn’t blinked and he spoke to himself again. Seemingly fixated on the fact that she didn’t respond to him.

“Hey… bitch-ee… are you-ee deaf?” Brood’s eyes began to bulge with veins as he considered smashing her head against the table and leaving her a crimson puddle for the workers to clean up.

He hoisted her up more as he stood. His head mere millimeters away from the wooden ceiling as he gazed down at the small creature in his hand. He’d cough a bit, nearly doubling over as he did so before he reached up and took off the mask that was affixed to his face. Drool then began to fall from the sides of his mouth, though it was sparkly and rainbow in its coloration.

“This island belongs to me, so all business conducted here IS my business. Now tell me about your power…” He exclaimed with his chest out.

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by Guest: on Wed Jun 29, 2022 10:13 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng; Replies: 23; Views: 1262

[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng

Molly realized that a tabbing noise was heard nearby and she prepared herself for battle, but sighed in disbelief when she noted the source of such a noise was none other than Kabe himself, fucking around.

Her eye twitched, but she didn't allow herself to get upset. Besides, he seemed to have quite a bit of artistic talent. Which she seemingly appreciated because it further proved he wasn't just some rigid stuck up knight.

Meanwhile over the Transponder, Erudite listened carefully to the vague explanation provided by her crew mate and realized that this particular pair likely wouldn't have given up the chance to throw down violently of their own accord. So even though she didn't have enough information to make an informed decision on the matter, it was best to acknowledge their request and let them do as they will.

"Well now, if it's just a rich citizen then no. Don't go a wastin' time on a fancy pants broker, sweetheart. But if'n y'all think there could be a greater use, capture 'em." She was particularly straightforward since she was currently in a position to command.

Molly’s eyes would raise and look up towards the top of the Mansion, where she’d snort as she measured the distance between where the pair was to the top of the building.

"Just figure out who this fella is, then if he seems like he is worth the squeeze go ahead and lasso that boy up right quick. Try to not ya go around wastin time tryna find out all ya can about 'em now, sugah. You two ain't exactly Hemlock Holmes." She referenced the detective before she paused and thought about it further.

There was a chance for the pair to really prove themselves to the rest of the crew. But she didn't want them going overboard for the sake of getting noticed.

"Make sure y'all don't bring too much attention to us. I'll confer with ole Grumpy Guts and we shall see if he wants to do anything specific. Y'all just be careful ya' hear?" She didn't want there to be any altercations with the Captain…

When the call ended, Molly spoke up, since she could hear the call the whole time anyway.

"Aight knight-boy, let's get to work!" She flipped her hair to the side before casually strolling up towards the alley to the side of the mansion. Near the brick fence and the building that sat next door.

"Let's just try to break into the Mansion first." She started to tap the head of her mallet against the bricks. As if she was looking for structural weaknesses within the barrier.

“This looks good to me.” She gestured.

She'd stop near the end of the alley itself. Before tapping onto a point with a distinct change of sound. She'd snort, pull back and then swung with enough force to blow a chuck of the barrier out. Enough for the pair to crawl through.

"Whoopoopoop, easy peasy!" She exclaimed with a haughty laugh.

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by Guest: on Tue Jun 28, 2022 10:30 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay; Replies: 31; Views: 2052

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay

OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

That brew continued his conversation, his eyes wandered over towards a strange figure that was approaching him for some reason. They were cloaked and no one else seemed to notice their presence but proved had looked upon her briefly without turning his head. He watched it all as she seemed to have the audacity to not only walk right up to his table but attempt to steal his bag of coins by reaching out to touch it.

The moment that her hand found itself touching what belonged to him, he reached over with his massive hand, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and hoisting her up in the air. The movement being both swift and without malice.

Academia peered over towards his Chairperson and then to the empty space that Brood was looking towards. ”Is something the matter, Mushiba-sama?” Academia wasn’t one to mince words.

Brood’s eye twitched in annoyance as he stared at Aya with intent, “What-eh, do you think you’re-ee doing with-eh my stash??” He quizzed the young woman, his eyes looking her up and down slowly as he noted how plump she happened to be.

But that wasn’t something that he commented on while he was gazing into her eyes. There were more important fish to fry in this instance. Like figuring out who she happened to be.

”Mushiba-sama? Are you feeling a tad bit under the weather?” Academia started to explain before Brood quickly countered.

”Just because-eh your Haki is trash-ee doesn’t mean-ee you can let your guard down.” He seemed to speak in a haughty tone as he gazed at her closer. So… little thief-ee who thinks she’s cute-ee. What is your-ee name and what kinda-eh trick is that-ee you’re doing being all invisible-eh and shit?.

He’d give her a moment to actually respond or whatever, though he wasn’t sure if she had been struggling at all up until now. If she was, he felt absolutely nothing and it was clear it was futile to try and stand against him. He was just beyond her in a way that she probably had never felt in her life.

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by Guest: on Tue Jun 28, 2022 7:09 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay; Replies: 31; Views: 2052

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay

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by Guest: on Tue Jun 28, 2022 4:40 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng; Replies: 23; Views: 1262

[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng

Molly nodded along as he recanted his harrowing tale of adventure and she had noted that he didn’t seem to have anything… tragic, occur in his life. Like… where was the drama? Was this one of those Christmas cards that you could get on Hallmark Island?

Molly wasn’t known for being smart, hell she wasn’t even really known for her social skills. Her parents saw to that. She didn't really grow up with friends really… and her years of isolation led her into conflicts all the time. So being able to work with someone without them judging her for her boisterous attitude was refreshing. It was one of the reasons that she loved being a part of this crew.

”Damn cutie, you’re not wrong about that! This looks excessively shady.” Molly triumphantly displayed her approval of his observation with a beat of her chest.

He wasn’t wrong, if this guy was hidden then that meant that he was probably doing something he definitely should not have done. Plus, just two guys? That was pretty pathetic in all honesty.

“Yeah, if we harm him and he turns out to be someone important we could jeopardize the whole plan! Best to watch them for now.”

Molly made a gesture, her index and middle fingers pointing towards the back of the carriage twice. This indicated that the parents should follow closely and make sure that the government agent was not capable of getting out of their sight.

“I know we ain’t sneaky folk but we don’t seem to have a fucking choice right now.” She complained, but she knew that she was being relied on by her found family.

The trek behind the man went expediently and she did her best to hide, but it was clear he was moving in a cautious manner. Not like she fucking enjoyed being a sneaky bitch but hey, what could you do?

It didn't take long to track down where the carriage was going, and by the time they had reached their new destination Molly was more than certain that they had not been seen. What was impressive was the fact that she was not the kind of person that specialized in stealth or espionage, and yet still managed to pull this off. She would slide her big ass Hammer over her shoulder blades resting it behind her head, reaching up with her arms so that they wrapped around the back and were able to hang off the shaft of the weapon.

"Hey man, you should take out that snail transponder and call up HQ. We report this in and we see what we go from here, sound good?" From their location they were behind the corner of yet another building.

They could see a large building that had a series of three floors. Around the outside of the building there were white slabs that created a fence around the property with a gate to the front. The other building that surrounded this small part of the neighborhood seemed to be low and in disrepair. Which meant that this was the perfect place to try and capture the guy if that was what they wanted to do.

Assuming that Kabe did as he was instructed to do then the voice on the other end of the line would pick up and it would be none other than Erudite herself.

"Now, what are you two getting up to where you needed to call little ole me?" She chuckled a bit on the other end of the line. "Don't tell me that you two can't handle something so simple, all grumpy guts will get really upset with you too hehe." She jested.

While Kabe would be on the call Molly used her observation Haki to survey the area. Doing her best to pinpoint the location of the man that they were choosing to follow.

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by Guest: on Sat May 28, 2022 11:20 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng; Replies: 23; Views: 1262

[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng

Molly nodded along as he recanted his harrowing tale of adventure and she had noted that he didn’t seem to have anything… tragic, occur in his life. Like… where was the drama? Was this one of those Christmas cards that you could get on Hallmark Island?

A knight though, now that was interesting. She hadn’t seen any knights before. She had heard of them though, of course. But she didn’t know shit about the New World, nor Mapleshire. It sounded like a place they’d end up visiting in the future, however. Knowing Brood, any place that seems it had a value was a potential meal ticket. All he cared about was spreading his influence through the shadows. Fame didn’t mean shit to the boss.

She’d scrunch up her nose at the mention of the Marines… though it was good to hear that he took their lives. That explained why he’d be asked to join the crew. Last thing they needed was someone who would hold back when the going got tough.

Especially with the high ass body count that this crew racked up.

Still, he seemed to have taken an interest in her own backstory and honestly she couldn’t blame him. She was a little baddie, she knew this and she knew that he knew this as well.

She’d flip her hair and make a small ‘harump’ noise as she began to speak of herself.

“Unfortunately, little man, my story is pretty straight forward. My father is a popular shipwright in Water 7.”

She’d look him over as she spoke, completely smug in her demeanor despite having no reason to.

“When I got kidnapped by some… random fishman, Broody-bird swooped in and mangled those men and told me to get lost. But I snuck onto our old ship, the one we had prior to you joining, a giant clanker called The Big Time."

She seemed happy as she told this story, adjusting her grip on the handle of her massive fuck-off hammer.

“He put me to work repairing some of the ship’s problems, but I kept making shit worse… so… I got told to quote, ‘eh-break other people’s shit-ee’, end quote. So that became my job alongside Jackson.”

She chuckled to herself as she gazed over towards the building that they were going to soon infiltrate. Plopping the head of her mallet onto the ground and stamping it with her right leg, like it was a foot stand.

“But… a knight huh? You must be packi-”

Before she could finish her thought, the doors to the building came open, and exiting the building was a man finely dressed, looking like no other riff raff around.

“Uh… you see what I’m seeing? We should tail that guy.”

She didn’t need to explain why, right? Why the fuck was someone so glitzy and glamourous exiting the building while being flanked by two armed thugs? This was something they had to look into. It took… priority. Obviously.

Brood would stand no competition.

Or failure.

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by Guest: on Thu Apr 28, 2022 7:18 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng; Replies: 23; Views: 1262

[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng

Molly figured that this was a good foundation for the goal at hand. Cracking a few skulls was the fastest way to convince the punks here that the P.T.S.D. was the new owner of the island.

To that end, Molly hoisted her hammer once more, flipping it off her shoulder and pointing it towards the same alleyway that Kabe had. A large smile on her face all the while. “Lead the way, little man.” She exclaimed with a haughty tone of voice.

Resting that hammer once more she let him go in front of her. Even though traditionally she was the first one out and about. She’d pop a small gumball into her mouth, chewing it endlessly until she blew a bubble and it popped. This popping was not some random insignificant detail, however. Though its significance wasn’t important now, it was merely something noticeable.

There was another reason that she decided that she’d definitely let the kid decide how shit went. So that if things went sideways she could just blame him. She was so smart, impressively so. It brought a smile to her face for sure.

She’d hold her left hand out, looking at her nails as she continued to speak to the giant man. “So tell me, what made you leave your home anyway? I know how you got on the crew. But what did you do before that?”

She made small talk because it was better than just walking around looking menacing. They were a crew that didn’t care about collateral damage, but not everyone on this crew was a villainous person.

Molly most certainly was, she loved destroying shit, but she knew there were some softies on this crew. It made her wonder what kind of person Kabe happened to be.

Plus, there would be plenty of time for fighting soon enough. Best to know a little about the person at her back before the blows started flying. She needed to know if he was going to be a liability or not. She did know that he survived being sent to take out a ship.

Which… is really fucking impressive all things considered. Taking on a whole crew was usually a deathwish.

Unless of course you were one of the heavy hitters like Desmond and his libido.

Despite her casual demeanor however, she was very astute and aware of her surroundings. To the point in which she was capable of completely keeping tabs on the numerous people that were looking in the pair’s direction.

No one had made any moves just yet. But she was also releasing a bit of her own menace so that everyone in this area was completely aware of how bad of an idea it was to attack the pair.

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by Guest: on Sat Apr 16, 2022 1:43 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng; Replies: 23; Views: 1262

[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng

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by Guest: on Thu Jan 06, 2022 12:59 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig; Replies: 86; Views: 5275

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig

The orange haired Marine had finally got his crew into formation, with most of the remaining enemy ships now being well within range to fire upon the Dead Air. In short order they did just that.

To their surprised, however, the Dead Air was a hell of a lot more sturdier than they had anticipated. This was showcased by the fact that as the hail of cannons seemingly hit the ship, many of the iron balls glanced off the hull of the ship entirely. It was something that the Captain had never seen before.

It was then that he had noticed that the guard captain that had tried to give him orders earlier clashed in the sky above both ships, only to be hit once and captured by the enemy.

"This is precisely why Marines don't take orders from local governments. They can't handle the pressure! Keep hammering them boys!"

He was sure that they bypassed whatever special coating or nonsense the Dead Air had going on in short order. So long as he remained persistent in the onslaught.

Little did he know, however, things were about to end in a spectacular fashion.

An individual wearing a rather expensive bowler hat and a suit that was white in color walked along the deck of the ship, making his way over towards where the large canine man was situated. "Hey kid, boss needs you at the front of the ship. Get there double-time." This man had been a commander as well, but he had been gambling in the back rooms the entire time.

"Also stay away from the side of the ship, things are about to get rather climactic." He had a strong accent that made him sound as though he came from a place that had a great deal of organized crime.

The man tapped his cane against the wooden planks before walking off towards the front of the ship. In that moment that someone said his name when running past him. An audible 'Hey Ricky' could be heard for a brief moment. It was clear that this was Ricky Bag O'Bricks. A man rarely seen and rarely spoke of.

A woman with blond hair waited near the pully system that brought up the individual row-boats and once the boat carrying Layla had pulled up, she'd lower the hooks and begin to pull the raft upwards. There would be only a brief moment before she'd lay a plank across from the boat so that the people aboard could cross.

It was none other than Molly Hitski, whom wasn't a commander but who did hold a rather important position on the ship. She had been down below decks, making sure that everyone was repairing any of the damage the ship was taking. Despite the fact that it wasn't her job to do so.

With a smile she'd look over towards Layla, "Don't beat yourself up. We'll crush 'em faster next time!" There as a psychotic expression her face, which contrasted nicely with the fact that she wore all pastel colors and was wearing what appeared to be a short sailor girl costume.

She'd adjust her goggles before gesturing towards the front of the ship.

"Better hurry, the Grumble Party is starting!!" She exclaimed, skipping off towards the bow of the ship.

Brood folded his arms across one another, tapping his foot against the carpet that was underneath his foot. Things were starting to progress perfectly now. He knew that his capture of this powerful woman might have seemed lackluster to the rest of the crew, but he didn't choose to have this overwhelming offensive capability. He was chosen to have it.

Still, he was surprised to see Erudite come aboard the ship once more after utilizing a water spout to propel herself upward. She was soaked to the bone but it was hard to read her expression.

"So?....eh"

Erudite ringed out her shirt and shook her hips quickly in an attempt to get most of the moisture off her person, walking over to her seat and plopping down onto it once more. A huff leaving her barely parted lips momentarily.

"I saw the boat she was on making it's way back so I figure she'll be here shortly. What are we doing with the lollipop." Erudite gestured towards the captive who was still struggling while being in Desmond's meaty arms.

"I'm thinking we go ahe-" Demond found himself cut off almost immediately by Brood. "She will first witness our power-eh, then she will bend-ee to our will."

Jackson's face grew excited and Erudite closed her eyes, with only a smirk on her face. Desmond all the while looked disappointed, but was never the less laughing within the next minute.

Brood's eyes wandered over to yet another grunt in an fantastically gaudy suit.
"Is everyone accounted for?"

"Yes, Boss!" The grunt exclaimed.

Brood began to get rowdy. "Good. Now that-ee Layla is out of range-ee, unleash the grumble-eh party!"

His orders were loud and booming, the cannon fire from the enemy that had been raining down upon the vessel the entire time had been largely ignored until now. With the ship turning on its side so that the starboard was facing away from the island. And then suddenly, as though hell itself had opened up, many panels opened up on the side of the Dead Air.

The barrels of an absurd amount of cannons appeared from the various hatches, each one polished to a shine. There was a lull for a moment until suddenly the sky blackened. At least that is what it seemed like to anyone facing the cannons.

The large wall of black smoke was enough to give away the Dead Air's exactly position, but it came at a trade off.

Annihilation.

In an instant many of the Navy ships were mimicking swiss cheese. Many began to sink almost instantaneously while others had caught on fire. The impressive volley of iron balls was enough to stain ships red with the blood of those unfortunate to get hit. It left the ships near impossible to repair.

"We should have done that from the start... what a waste of time." Erudite shook her head in displeasure, not wanting to admit that she had enjoyed herself so far.

"DIEEEYIYIYIYI" Jackson exclaimed with a large blush covering his cheeks, not that anyone could see it underneath his bandages.

He stood on the rail of the ship, holding onto one of the ropes for balance. Looking out at the sheer destruction that had occurred before his very eyes. It was a euphoric feeling that washed over him. Enough to make the man begin to preach.

"I am the harbinger of death! Bringer of demise!! Hark, for you all have ran out your clock! For you all-"

Brood began to tune the man out, since he knew that this maddening preaching was going to last for quite a while. He'd look over towards his new captive. She didn't look as though her spirit had broken.

"You... bastards won't get...." Roslyn tried to speak and it was at this point that Brood noticed that Desmond was holding her so tightly that she couldn't breath enough to talk.

"Des... knock her out for now." He stated in a casual manner, to which Desmond immediately tightened his grip.

The woman began to sputter immediately, coughing and gasping for air where she could. "W-why are you d-doing this?..."

"Money-eh." There was a matter of fact tone to his voice as he spoke.

And just like that she was out like a light.

It was a horrible sight... black smoke and then the next thing that he knew, the orange haired man was floating in the ocean. His back pressed up against debris that he was fortunate to have there. He was in a daze...

He didn't have time to think about much of anything. He could hear the screams of his comrades and looking around, he knew that things were only going to get worst once the Primetime Pirates landed on the shore.

Reaching into his coat pocket, he'd take out his transponder snail, the purupurupuru sound repeated for about a minute before someone picked up. "Notice... is going to fall. I need someone to come get me.... We need to regroup..."

Silence reigned over the airwaves briefly, before a deep voice came out from the other side. "You will apprehend him later, before they go back to the Grandline. We will send a team out to retrieve you. Don't die before we get there."

He couldn't confirm or deny the request as he had passed out from the blood loss.

To Be Continued...

"Everyone-ee gather around. We have-eh shit to discuss-eh before we get-ee to the island." He was calm as every member of his crew that was a grunt seemingly went back to doing their menial tasks.

The were aware he wasn't speaking to them.

"Pull up a chair Kobe and Layla-eh." He invited them to sit with him and his round table, though Layla already had a seat here despite being weak as fuck.

"Give me the-ee quick version of what-eh you all were doing. Except for you Jackson-eh... I already know-ee." He'd close his eyes, contemplative.

The ship had already began to correct it's course and head towards Notice proper.

Erudite spoke first, "I drowned the bastards, what else was I going to do? Hug them to death?" Erudite shot a nasty look at Desmond, but he still paid her no mind what-so-ever.

"I was trying to get laid but some chump wanted to be the protagonist of MY story. So I turned everyone into roadkill, as I often do." Desmond flashed a massive smile as he kept his victim tightly nestled in his arms.

"I see... Kobe-ee, Layla?" Brood waited to hear the response from his mink comrade.

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by Guest: on Sat Feb 20, 2021 11:28 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig; Replies: 86; Views: 5275

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig

Jackson wasn't exactly the most chatty individual. His priorities were far more sinister than that of his comrades. Especially given the fact that he was known for a far more bombastic approach than even Brood at times. This might have been attributed to his weapon of choice, which he called Trick Dynamite. They were a wide variety of specialty sticks of dynamite that had unique effects. His role within the crew often allowed him to be asked to come ashore so that he could create entrances or cause distractions. But today, today he was given a blessing.

The right to shepherd many wondering souls into the longing embrace of death.

Unlike his other compatriots, Jackson wasn't exactly skilled enough in riding grumble balls, so he immediately slipped off his and fell towards the water's below. Though he found himself surprised the moment that he landed on what appeared to be a sugar-like platform. One that carried him the rest of the way across the wanting sea below and near to one of the dozens of vessels that were waiting on the sea.

The burned man would push off the platform and land onto the nearest vessel, but unlike his contemporaries., who thought the best course of action was to gloat and mock their opponents before they started the slaughter, Jackson took a more practical, measured approach.

That was to say that he immediately started to turn into a chuckle fuck whilst tossing out Dynamite at a blinding speed. His voice at a strangely higher pitch as he exclaimed with all of his heart "Dieyiyiyi!!!"

His face adopted a twisted visage beneath all of the bandages. He showcased no knowledge of the word restraint, despite showcasing a high level of skill. Aiming for several of the less than structurally secure areas of the vessel. His goal was very simple, he wanted to completely sink the ship before anyone got a chance to rally their reinforcements or troops. Unfortunately, he wasn't as dominating as Desmond and Erudite. So when the Captain of this vessel arrive, he found himself being sent flying backwards.

Blood spurted from his lips as he made an audible 'ack' noise. The barking of orders could be heard in front of him, though he couldn't focus due to being hit a hell of a lot harder than he had anticipated. They were just in the blues and no one here really should have been a challenge for the Primetime Pirates. But then again, he wasn't one of the stronger members of the crew. Perhaps that was the reason why he found himself being overwhelmed slightly here.

"Don't go passing out on me, Sunshine. Your... cheeky behavior is going to earn you a quick trip to the morgue. So come die on your feet like a man." The thick and burly voice belonged to seven foot tall man with a magnificent orange beard.

This tall individual sported a rather masculine physique, with musculature that could be seen despite his marine outfit. He held a cigar in his mouth and on each of his hands there were a pair of golden knuckle dusters. Though perhaps the most standout thing about this man's visage was that he had a rather large nose, far too large to be on a normal person. To his companions he was known as the Koala fist, even though this specific captain didn't have a zoan devil fruit.

"I won't act like your companions aren't impressive. But it's still more luck than skill and that all runs out here. Now, show me why you guys think you can claim to be the Primetime." The Captain showcased an arrogance that was to be expected of a marine.

Jackson struggled to get up on his feet, eyes narrowing momentarily as he staggered over towards this unnamed Captain. Taking out a stick of dynamite and tossing it towards the beast of a man before him. It had a shorter detonation cord, so the moment it was in front of the man's face, it would blow up. The only issue, was that his opponent seemed to be a vastly superior fighter when compared to the demolitions expert.

The explosive found itself being hit with enough force to send it flying back towards Jackson faster than it had been tossed towards the opponent. As a result the explosion sent the burned man flying backwards instead. Causing his body to roll against the deck before Jackson could gather his bearings. Looking up, he found himself being kicked in the ribs before his face was stepped on.

Jackson would be treated like a a swarm of roaches mere moments later. As the burly man began to repeatedly stomp his foot down onto the poor serial killer's cranium. Not stopping until he heard a noticeable cracking noise. As though something precious was broken.

"You've got to be shitting me. This is the best your crew has to offer? I'm never going to break a sweat at this rate." He mocked before placing his hands upon his waist and surveying the damage he caused to the masked man before him.

Ceasing his onslaught, the bronze-bearded marine lowered himself and grabbed by the loose tufts of Jackson's hair that were exposed by the earlier explosion.

The orange haired marine reared back with his right hand building up tension within his muscles before throwing an extremely powerful overhand haymaker straight into the face of Jackson, causing the man to barrel backwards and slam up against the side of the ship.

Jackson's body had garnered too much velocity, however and he went careening right over the railing, falling towards the murky depths below.

"Alright lads! Correct our course and head straight for the Dead Air. I'm going to take their Captain's head myself!" The large man sounded as confident as he did monstrous and though his crew hesitated, they obeyed their commanding officer's orders.

This action caused a bit of a stir from the main flagship within the blockade, however, as the Captain's snail transponder began to ring. Answering it, he heard none other than Roslyn.

Looking the youth over closely. He could see that the man had a freckled face and deep blue eyes. Dirty blond hair and given the fact that he had a jacket over his shoulders, it was clear that this man was the captain of the ship. Strange... given his age. Desmond stuffed his hands into his pockets momentarily as he looked upon the newcomer with a shitty grin.

"Why the hell are you breaking formation?! You need to protect the vanguard other-" With a click the call was ended. The Captain of this now rogue vessel having grabbed his snail and chucked it into the ocean below.

He couldn't miss the opportunity to take on one of the Supernovas and prove himself worthy of promotion. If the Grasshopper boy was able to raise through the ranks fast, then so to could he achieve greatness. And what was greatness without risk?

Floating like nothing more than a lifeless corpse, Jackson drifted across the waves until he felt something nudge against him. It was another vessel, but this one seemed to have yet engaged in any fighting. Shaking his head, he began to ascend up the side of the ship. Slowly and carefully making sure that he could place sticks of dynamite into the holes of the various cannons which had yet to fire.

He took his time crawling between each of the ports, making sure that he wasn't caught by the individuals aboard the ship proper. Given that his own explosions were now waterlogged and likely wouldn't produce the desired effects, he decided it was best to just cram as many sticks that he could into their artillery.

He only had enough time to cover the starboard side of cannons before he crawled all the way up to the deck. Tossing himself over the railing and resting momentarily.

Luckily he fell behind a couple of barrels, which obscured the vision of those whom might have been looking for him.

As a result, it gave him enough time to take his last stick of dynamite and dry off the fuse. Upon lighting it, he stood up and dropped it over the side of the railing, before taking off in a sprint cross the ship frantically. The marines who now noticed him looked panicked and confused given his erratic movements.

Many began to charge at him, other's began to fire their pistols, but it didn't matter. The explosion caused by his last stick was reserved for taking out a large crowd of people in one go. Not because it was extremely potent, but because it was an immolation stick.

Since it would naturally causes half of the ship to catch ablaze, that meant it would ignite every last stick of dynamite that he had placed prior. Including detonating the munitions that were already aboard the ship.

A crescendo of explosions occurred rapidly. The entire lower deck of the ship becoming a jungle of kinetic force, and the ship itself would splinter and crack before blowing up in every direction.

Burned and in pain, Jackson's face didn't show any dismay. Instead he wore a sickening smile. Showcasing his glee at claiming a great deal of lives as he struggled his way out of the rubble and debris. The ship now being nothing more than a floating island of wood and fire. He'd raise himself to his feet, staggering over towards the top of the pile.

Smoke bathed him as fire danced around his location... and he turned to see both Desmond and Erudite completely finished with their ballets of death and destruction.

His eyes moved around hurriedly, noticing in the distance a single ship getting dangerously close to the Dead Air... the poor ignorant fools.

Jackson wouldn't be awake to see what happened, however, succumbing to his injuries and slumping over momentarily. He wasn't dead.

But he was certainly fucking tired.

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by Guest: on Thu Feb 18, 2021 6:30 am; Search in: Rubeck Island; Topic: [Episode] Phantasm's Debut; Replies: 1; Views: 826

[Episode] Phantasm's Debut

OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Many thought the Dead Air to be quite the Queer vessel. It didn't have a traditional look, nor did it have a traditional deck. Parts of the starboard and port of the ship were exposed, but the majority of the deck itself was covered with circus tents. This meant that no matter the weather, most of the crew wasn't exposed to those elements due to the fact that the quality of the ship's build was beyond that of your average sea-faring vehicle. Where the Captain's Quarters where meant to be had once been a doctor's office, however, given the ever growing nature of the crew, Brood turned it into a meeting hall.

Brood took a moment to look upon his commanding officers as he sat upon his makeshift throne, comprised of beer kegs and other loose debris. It sat within the meeting hall and showcased the way that Brood thought of himself, though there was a very defined layout to the room that showed off it's exclusivity. To either side of the throne were padded chairs. Well constructed chairs that were very comfortable and were far more expensive than Brood's solitary throne.

Each of the chairs seemed polished, though it appeared as though many of them were empty. Only Erudite and Desmond found themselves seated on either side of Brood. There were six chairs on each side, evenly positioned between one another. Brood didn't allow the weaker members of his crew to enter here beyond the janitorial staff. Those who had yet to earn his trust weren't allowed in here either.

"We got-ee an eh-infiltration contract.... Desmond-ee... handle it.."

Waving his hand, Brood didn't even bother to look at Desmond as he relaxed in his uncomfortable chair. Taking a moment to look towards Erudite and discuss with her about an upcoming event that the crew was going to be participating in.

Desmond arose from his seat, belching all the while. He showed no hesitation as he made his way outside of the meeting hall and onto the side deck in which his new-found comrade, the desert thief Layla, awaited him. He'd yawn loudly, clutching in his hand a gourd of some strong spirits that he pilfered from the stockroom earlier that day. He didn't seem all that worried about what the day would demand of him, but did seem all the more interested in getting to know more about the mute woman on a more personal level.

Why Brood thought it a good idea to send someone of his asininely large stature on a secret infiltration mission was beyond Desmond's understanding. But perhaps it played into the future role that Desmond would play among this here crew.

"Looks like today is ya lucky day sweet cheeks. Yous and I gonna be doin' the contract for those Rat Bastards. Looks like we doublin' up. Not only is we gonna rob em, we gonna capture dem." His large smile showcased the raw emotional high he got from the sheer idea of causing harm to others. He really did enjoy to cause misery, especially if he was getting paid for it.

The thirteen foot tall juggernaut peered out over towards the far away island with a snort, reaching down so that he could offer his hand towards the woman. "Since ya weak as fawk, I don't want ya ta die. So take ma hand." He sounded less and less like he came from the North Blue the more and more he grew in strength. As though he developed his own unique way of speaking from all the adventures he had throughout the Grandline.

A feat that alone testified to how strong he truly happened to be.

If and when she took his hand he would hoist her up so that she could sit on his shoulder. It was easier that way and when the ship was close enough to fire upon the port, he'd merely leap upwards and ride one of the grumble balls (cannonballs made out of sugar) that were fired out of the cannon itself, so that they could make it to the port unscathed.

Since the ball would naturally shatter over the flight above the water, Desmond utilized his leg strength to rocket off the ball even further than the distance would normally allow. Landing somewhere along the beach that would lead them to their destination. It would still take the pair at least an hour to get to their destination, but that was better than waiting for the ship to waft in close enough for it to dock naturally. Not that Desmond minded a little walk. Especially if he was doing so with a fine looking lady like Layla. She had tits and she couldn't talk? Talk about a win-win scenario.

He'd place the woman down softly against the sand before speaking to her. "Alright, we just gotta head west." A simple directive, one that he was allowed to make since he was one of the top officer of the Primetime Pirates. Something that he figured that he should get out of the way in telling Layla now. He was aware she was new to the crew and despite her job as a Quartermaster, she probably lacked the understanding of how the crew itself was structured.

"Was curious, ya on the crew ta stay? Or ya just passin through?" An important question to ask the female, he kept his eyes focused on her so that he could figure out just how she communicated with the majority of the crew itself. He had hoped she brought with her all the tools that she needed. Desmond often only needed his raw physical power to get shit done.

Which begged the question of why they needed this physically weak stealthy bitch on the team. She had best prove herself, or she'd not be making it back to the crew in one piece.

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by Guest: on Thu Feb 11, 2021 9:17 am; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig; Replies: 86; Views: 5275

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig

"PERVAVAVA!!!" A boisterous voice dripping with murderous intent came bellowing from the deck of this particular marine vessel. So loud in his bellow that the wooden planks of the vessel itself waned and cracked under the stress. A large individual, standing at over thirteen feet in height, looked down upon the panicked marines and city guardsman whom had the unfortunate task of attempting to bring this mountain of a man to justice.

They all knew that things were about to get rough and fast. Especially since one of their allies found themselves in a truly uncomfortable predicament. Their head was nestled ever so perfectly underneath the large designer boot of the individual who had invaded their ship. Given the way that their crewmate's eye was both leaking a sanguine fluid whilst also bulging out, it was safe to say that their comrade was dead.

Emerald green eyes peered forward behind darkened shades, glancing across the faces of each horrified individual that had the audacity to try and prevent the Primetime Pirates from taking an ice relaxation staycation here on Notice. Desmond wasn't the kind of guy to tolerate being cockblocked and he took their actions to be that to the nineteenth degree. Anyone that got in the way of his ravenous appetite for booze and beautifies were likely to die.

"Halt! I am-" Desmond blocked out this annoying sound being directed towards him. "...You can call me by my Epithet, the Whirlwind..." Desmond yawned momentarily, deciding to finally look over towards whatever the fuck was mumbling in his general direction.

A plucky yet scrawny young marine officer emerged forward from the crowd. Idealistically looking over towards Desmond with the same aura that resembled a heroes. His voice was indicative that he hadn't even sprouted a few hairs on his balls yet. Though this didn't permit him any sympathy from the giant before him. The younger man didn't showcase any fear however. As though he felt in his heart that he could win.

"...You and your entire crew is under arrest! If you'd kindly surrender that would be appreciated!"

Desmond reacted in a manner befitting his personality to the letter. Looking over at one of the attractive female petty officers and speaking to her in a nonchalant manner. "Want to be a hot young single mother? He gave her a massive grin, a blush across his own face as he adopted a dumb expression. She was perhaps the most important person upon the vessel in his mind. The rest of these hoe were 'fuggin ugly' in his opinion.

"H-How dare you!" She began to speak before the young faced man zipped across the deck utilizing one of the six powers, soru. "Don't underestimate me, sir!" While the attack was surprising and his jab came in right as he appeared, so that he could carry the momentum of his speed into the punch to give it an increased mass. Desmond merely cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow towards the younger man.

Looking the youth over closely. He could see that the man had a freckled face and deep blue eyes. Dirty blond hair and given the fact that he had a jacket over his shoulders, it was clear that this man was the captain of the ship. Strange... given his age. Desmond stuffed his hands into his pockets momentarily as he looked upon the newcomer with a shitty grin.

"What the fuck do you want, kid? Don't you see I'm trying to go forth and sow some seeds." Desmond stated aloud, puffing out his chest and keeping his eyes trained on the female officer. "Anyway, I know an all you can eat buffet that might suit you, sweetcheeks." He immediately turned his full attention away from the young captain. Which prompted the female to pull up her rifle and fire on him.

Reaching out with his right hand he'd backhand the bullet away, watching it slam into the face of another officer who was apart of the crowd that tried to surround him.

This action prompted an immediate reaction from the young captain, whose eyes narrowed quickly as he rushed Desmond once more, calling out orders to his men. "Everyone retreat, they have hardening busoshoku, our reports were wrong!" His crew normally would have obeyed his order, but they knew that he had a massive ego and a hero streak. So none immediately ran away, some didn't even know that a form of armament haki surpassed basic enhancement.

Instead a great deal of his crew decided to rush towards the man, though all he did was unbutton his shirt and reveal his exposed upper body. Which was now fully covered in jet black gloss. He shimmered for a moment as bullets came raining upon him and swords went skirting across his skin as though they were made of plastic, much to the enemy captain's surprise. He'd throw a punch, only for his fist to be caught mid swing.

"Don't get sad. They call me Big Dirty because I look like I've been stained with so much dirt and muck that I turned black." Within a moment Desmond began to crush the poor captain's hand with his own.

"Bet you thought it was cause I'm a pervert. Yeah, nice try bud. But I've been rocking haki longer than my captain. Let me show you why I deserve more than a 12,000,000 million berry bounty." He'd flick his wrist outward, utilizing his overbearing strength, causing the enemy captain to get slung outwards before he'd pull him forward.

"Wimp Mutilation~."

Using his haki, he'd pull the captain into a lariat, causing the entire skull of his enemy to crack as though it were an antique vase. The resulting attack left the enemy leader on the ground bleeding out of every facial orifice that he had. While Desmond flexed his muscles towards his enemies. Growing a gleeful expression upon his face, he'd charge forward. Moving rather fast, throwing his shoulder into a tackle. "Testosterone Torpedo!!"

As a result he mowed down a great deal of individuals that stood before him. Leaving their corpses as nothing more than stains on upon the deck.

The maneuver was enough for Brood to raise an eyebrow towards his haki-abusing friend. Surprised that the man did something other than throw out the exact same lariat with differing name. Perhaps Desmond was actually starting to take this Pirate shit seriously. It certainly brought a smile to Brood's usually stoic face. His eldest friend in this world was putting in work. Now was the time to witness the fruits of his labor.

Desmond looked with disappointment as he checked the corpses of his victims that he had just mowed down. Noting that the pretty lady was amongst them. Smacking himself on the forehead, he looked over towards the remaining defenders and cracked his knuckles. Many decided to hop overboard, though others decided to charge towards him in some last ditch effort to survive against his onslaught. Though they miscalculated an essential aspect of Desmond's personality.

The man was an absolute glutton for punishment. Though not for himself. This was showcased in a flash. He ran through the remainder of his opponents with ease. For Desmond it was the same as playing with wet toilet paper. He was starting to realize why Brood kept talking about leaving the Blues. Shit was much harder back when they were in the Grandline. This felt like bullying, which wasn't really something that Desmond found to be fun.

Having a child with that lady he accidently turned into roadkill would have been fun. But oh well.

He took the time to start dragging all the corpses over towards one another. Piling them up high so that he could garner a good vantage point out over the rest of the battles. The new members weren't on his level beyond Erudite. That bitch was scary. But he could survey the abilities of the others from up here. Though something odd caught his eye.

In the distance he could see a ship being bombarded from every angle and within the rising smoke and flames stood one Jackson Makarov.

Looked like he finished his task just after they did. Though it still took him longer. Must have been cause he wasn't as strong.

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by Guest: on Sun Jan 31, 2021 10:50 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig; Replies: 86; Views: 5275

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig

OOC:(-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Brood overlooked the progress of each of his potential crewmates, taking some time for himself while sitting comfortably against the railing of the Dead Air. He himself knew that he'd have to take out whatever strong entities lurked further within the island, especially if a blockage of this scope and magnitude presented itself to his crew this early. This was not going to be your average take-over. This place was reinforced.

He knew from his own miniscule information network that Notice had weak defenses and that comparatively he should have been able to ransack this place with little to no resistance. Yet here he was, peering out over what appeared to be a warzone. He knew that his individual commanders would be enough to get past this opposing group. Yet he allowed the Dead Air to get closer regardless. His grunts needed a workout after-all.

Taking a swig of his pitcher of Glögg, a spiced wine that his crew picked up on an unnamed island while on their way here, Brood began to slip into his roll as strategist. In his mind everything grew slower. His enemies were represented by O's and his own team was represented by X's. He'd lean his head to the left and then back to the right, paying attention to the various actions of not only his commanders, but of his fodder.

Once the Dead Air was in range enough for the rest of his crew to start making leaps aboard all of the other nearby vessels, Brood's expression became deadpan. Causing him to reach out and grab one of his men by the wrist before blinking slowly. "Tell two dozen men to stay aboard the ship. We will be boarded shortly." With that command he released his mobster-like underling, who nodded in a panicked sweat before complying.

Erudite found her smug expression swelling with an understated pride as she whipped her water whips outwards towards those foes who presented themselves to her. She moved as though she was participating in a ballet of death, moving with a mixture of gracefulness and aggression that wasn't easily pulled off by most corsairs upon these high seas. Yet she did so with all of the skill and vigor of a woman possessed.

Her foes were completely at her mercy as she crashed the cold briny blue into their ribs, launching them across the deck and over railings, her movements showcasing a melodic and dream-like oppression of those who got into her way. At least, until she felt a pang of pain thumping from her right shoulder. She'd reach out to touch it, dropping her control over her water whips. This allowed for the water to flood against the deck.

Such a lack of concentration causing most to become unbalanced as she checked her wound. Her eyes zipped around the area until it rested upon the man that unleashed hot lead into her. Given his dress and confident, he must have been the Captain of this here vessel. "Ouch. Now that went an' actually scratched me. Who might you be, sugah?" She called out with a seductive voice and a wiry smile begetting her feminine facial features.

"Round here they calls me Captain Goingud and it makes not a hair or tails of a difference what you try to do ma'am. You're fixin' ta' die here." He spat some chewing Tabaco out of his mouth onto the floor. The figure would reach down towards his pocket and pull out a cigar, placing it into his mouth and lighting it up. Taking slow puffs upon it as he trained his weapons onto the fishman warrior. Erudite took a moment to size up the soon-to-be crippled marine.

Her enemy was formidable, but not overly so. Being six feet and three inches tall, sporting a muscular build. He wore the standard marine issued outfit, though he had spurs on his boots and white hat that looked similar to a cowboys. His eyes were emerald in color and his face was chiseled with a five o'clock shadow for a beard. A salmon skinned brunette wielding a pair of revolvers that seemed to be gold plated.

"Ooo.~ That is quite a shame, splishlishlish. I reckon yous ain't gon' to live to see th-" She found herself cut off when a bullet came soaring near her face. It was an accurate shot, though she managed to move her head out of the way long before the bullet made it's target. "We ain't got no time fer all dat.." He chided her for taking her attention off the battle with conversation. Though she retorted regardless of the threat.

"Giddy up then, cowboy~♡" She didn't give the man much time to react as she reached for her hip and swung out her leather instrument towards his right wrist. Catching him, she rolled her leg so that she could use the weight of her rather sizable thighs to press down on the binding instrument. Causing enough force to jerk the marine forward towards her, offsetting his balance momentarily. Following up with a swing of her second whip to try and cut his throat.

Utilizing what little Rokushiki the man had, he was able to lift himself off the ground using Soru, evading the attack and breaking free of her whips grasp for a brief moment. She glared despite her smile, finding herself leaping around as a hail of gunfire rained down upon her. it seemed that he wasn't using a high caliber weapon, since the bullets couldn't rip through the deck of the ship itself. something that she noted while evading most of the incoming hellfire. Though she found her left leg and right arm taking damage.

She had too much pride in her to wince, however. Taking her time to pay attention to how her opponent shot his guns. It seemed as though his weapons held in them a great deal of recoil. For every time he shot at her, he seemed to have his arm jerk up, giving him a window in which he had to readjust to fire the next of his pistols. It was through this window of time that she managed to break through an otherwise mighty guard. Using her ability to make water malleable, she threw up the water in a burst to obscure his vision.

She'd find herself crouching low, springing upwards and tossing both of her whips out to cut through the water momentarily. One rope went around his neck, the other around his right ankle. With the binding in place, she manage to leap up so high that she overtook his maximum height. Rotating on the core of her body's center of gravity, moving her own axis with enough speed to generate the momentum needed to drag the enemy captain into the air, she allowed him to go soring up above him. If only for a moment.

Using all of her might, generated by her rotation, she send the man soaring back down towards the ship as though he had become a meteor right. Given that she was naturally physically strong due to her race on top of this and it was no wonder that the ship capsized the moment that the enemy Captain found himself being flung into the deck of the ship. She was starting to realize what exactly Brood meant now when he told the crew they needed to go to the Grandline. She overwhelmed this man with little effort of her own.

She'd land atop the sinking vessel moments afterwards, waiting for her opponent to resurface. But the only thing that floated up was his porcelain hat. Reaching into the water, she took the object and set it upon her head. Looking towards the depths below. She was right to assume he died. The man's neck broke the moment his head made impact with the sturdy deck. It was an unfortunate circumstance to be sure.,, if she was empathetic. Luckily, she wasn't. With a smile on her face, she'd look over to see what the other's did. Locking eyes with Desmond as he sat upon a mountain of slumped over bodies...

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by Guest: on Thu Jan 21, 2021 2:08 pm; Search in: Notice; Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig; Replies: 86; Views: 5275

[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part I] Eviction Notice: Seafarer's Shindig

OOC:(-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Brood took only a brief moment to peer towards Seraphina. His face didn't change, but he spoke to her through non-verbal communication that was trained up to such a high level due to the closeness he held to her. Good luck, Phi... Despite the situation at hand, he was not wishing her luck because of this opening act, but this was the first time in which he was going to have her acting as his official first mate.

He wanted her to not get overwhelmed and in Brood's absence she was the one that everyone was going to look towards for guidance. To that end, all he wanted was for the woman to feel the sheer weight placed on her shoulders. The crew was her burden to bare. At any rate, he thought of the rest of his crew after taking his eyes off his woman. Something that he wouldn't have done normally.

Oh yeah, that mute bitch won't be able to do anything because she is literally weaker than our attack dogs. Better fix that. Brood narrowed his eyes in anguish as he looked upon his supposed crew members, supposed due to the fact that if they failed this test then they would be asked to leave. Perhaps he could find someone that fit his crew better should they prove to be more nuisance than ally.

The time to worry about such details had long since passed, however. He swallowed the pain of witnessing the homoerotic display by his two furry mink friends. He had come up with the best plan for everyone to showcase their strengths perfectly. "Grumble Drop." That was all he needed to say in order to cause his beloved crewmates to whip themselves up into a frenzy.

The crew seemed to run around frantically as they aimed the canons, with Brood walking over towards the young Leyla and extending his arm towards her. If she took it, he'd grab her and quickly toss her across the sea, so that she'd land on one of the several ships out in the distance. Meanwhile, the rest of his lieutenants found themselves ready to carry out his simple order.

Desmond, Erudite and Jack each began to stroll towards the railings, leaping off the edge of the vessel right as each of the cannons fired their artillery. All three going in their own separate directions and all three of them arriving in their own unique way, showcasing their distinctive personalities whole they fly over the vast blue ocean and towards their enemies. It didn't matter if the enemy ships where making evasive maneuvers, their clock was running out.

Erudite Graves, The Hangwoman, overlooked the ocean beneath her with utter indifference. As she rode across the ocean itself she held out both of her hands as though she was stretching them out for a hug. She thought of the water below and felt the heartbeat of the ocean thump to life at her behest. She'd raise her hands upwards, causing the water to rise up like two pillars as she neared her destination.

"Typical nonsense." She spoke in her usual condescending manner. Raising both hands high over her head and clapping her palms together, the two spiraling pillars rose upwards and collided against one another.

She'd then swing her hands forward, launching the massive whip of water towards the vessel that she approached, causing the water to explode upon the hull, washing away several grunts and tossing them off from port to starboard.

Peering towards her foes, she found herself amused by the forces that scrambled to sail out here and conflict against her crew. By the time she landed, leaping off the cannonball as it slammed into the waters nearby, she already had her trust whip in hand.

She'd look around at the forces that assembled before her... and she was... surprised. If what Brood said earlier was to be believed, these were supposed to be local forces that caught wind of the Primetime Pirates' arrival. However she could clearly see that there were Marines here... was this island controlled by the World Government? And if so, why the hell did her Captain not inform her ahead of time.

Gritting her teeth, she could do little to ward off the smile that crept up on her face. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you're just in time to watch the spectacle. Front row seats to the end of your lives."

The rapturous laughter that seemed to fill the sky belonged to none other than Big Dirty Desmond Wilkz. His rambunctious nature was symbolized wonderfully the moment his visage was showcased coming over that horizon.

He didn't even bother to stand on the mortar, choosing instead to squat upon it as though he was some sort of yakuza. He salivated at the mouth, eyes growing veins in them as he felt his need for being the dominant chad in the room grow within his very being. He knew that he'd gain everything that he wanted so long as he killed the most enemies and won his fight.

A task that was likely easier for himself than it would be for most of his comrades. Especially due to the fact that he wasn't hindered by any sense of morality. "Whomever is head of this vessel, show yourself. Or don't, won't matter when you're dead."

Landing on all fours, he showcased his fangs towards the closest men to him and began to charge mercilessly at the largest of them, stretching out his arm, a great deal of wind pressure formed around his arm before he swing forward with all his might, clotheslining the air and sending forth a massive gust of wind that would crash into the larger individual and send him flying into a crowd of subordinates.

Desmond would holler, like a beast let off its leash, beating on his chest as his entire livelihood became apparent. "Ah shit, no ladies on this vessel?! What kind of bullshit is that?? Huuuh?? Oh well, guess you guys will have to suffice to satisfy me now. " He was feeling it deep inside of himself. The feeling of hellacious ecstasy.

He knew that he could cut loose and go wild here and now. Destroying any and everyone that got in his way.

Jackson Makarov, the so called 'Representative of Death', found himself praying in complete silence in the same manner as highly-spiritual monks. He was one in a way, especially given the fact that he saw himself as being enlightened to the whims of death.

A shepherd to a flock that needed to be guided into the infinite black, into the eternal frost. The though would bring a smile to his face if he were someone suffering from some sort of mental disorder. But he took no pleasure in his role, nor was he opposed to it. He was merely a tool, carrying out his task with ruthless efficiency.

His methodology wasn't elegant but the results where memorable. He was calm, like a cold and calculated serial killer. He could see that most if not all of the opposition here had finally ran out of time. "....."

His focus was intense, he knew that the lost souls that had gathered here before him were about to be given an amazing gift. Deliverance from existence. If he could showcase excitement he would, alas that was not his own fate. Instead, he crossed his arms and reached for the dynamite that was holstered on his sides.

His unique method of bringing forth the end of life was to utilize a unique chemical that ignited the dynamite whenever the rip cord was taken out of the sticks. That way, he could use the dynamite like a makeshift flail and have it explode at his own behest.

Such a method gave a bit of skill to his maneuvers, but for the most part he was capable of defending himself properly at all ranges due to the unique construction of his munitions. It was this ability that allowed him to leap off the device, swing the dynamite, use it like a rope and swing onto the ship.

He said nothing, but his eyes spoke louder than his words ever could. It was as clear as crystal now more than ever, their time had come. ".....Come."

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