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Race : Artificial Intelligence
Faction : Administration
Crew : Administrators
Ship : The Administering
Crew Position : Administrator
Devil Fruit : Admin Admin no Mi
Haki Level : 9
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Defense (DEF) : 9001
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PostSubject: [World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways   [World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways EmptySat Aug 24, 2019 1:25 pm


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POSTING RULES



We are now entering completely new territory with this event, and so, there may be some things you’ll have to bear with. One of them might be abrupt changes through the event when it comes to the posting order. Details of how the posting order will work are explained below.

If you haven't yet signed up for the event, please do that first in the sign-up thread.


First Round
The first round of posts will be free - as in, anyone can post without worrying about whose turn it is. It is highly recommended, however, that you discuss with any of your crew/group mates OOCly how you plan to enter the event. The details of the settings for each faction will be provided in the NPC post that follows this one.


NPC Impies
The NPC account (managed by the administrators) will be controlling all of the major Impies (important NPC characters, including) on top of controlling the pace of the plot. There may be quite a bit of exposition, but worry not, the players will still have control of what they want to do. The Impies might attempt to give you orders/missions, but it is up to you to obey or defy them.

Do keep in mind that whatever you do, it could have a major impact on the overall plot. Try not to bite off more than you can chew! (e.g. If you directly challenge a level 100 Impie without any sort of backup and end up arrested or dead, only you can be blamed.)


RP groups
Once the first round of posts is complete, each player can form their own “RP group” in the thread. Each group only has to wait for their group mates to finish posting before repeating the post order. This means that groups might start to become out of sync time-wise, however, the NPC will keep this under control and maybe slow down a group if necessary. When you form or change a group, please also include an OOC spoiler note in your post to keep the staff informed.

You are welcome to freely switch between groups or merge with other groups, so long as both parties are informed accordingly OOCly.

If you are not part of any groups, it is recommended that you wait for at least 4-5 players to post before posting yourself.


Time limit
When it is your turn to post, if you don’t post within 3 days (72 hours), your turn will be considered as “missed”. It will then be the following character’s turn to post. Once you miss 4 turns, you will start losing 20% of the total rewards for each post you miss after.

Do your best to make your mark on the world (if that is your wish), and most of all, have fun with it!

Important Note!
It is highly recommended that you read every post in this thread (and DEFINITELY the NPC posts for each faction). This way, you can remain aware of your surroundings in case a character outside of your group is trying to interact with you.

Also, before you post for the first time, please check out the following threads and skim through them:
Feral Pirates Crew Page
Important NPCs Page
News Coo articles related to this event




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PostSubject: Re: [World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways   [World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways EmptySat Aug 24, 2019 2:18 pm



Pirates


”Para para para para para~ Para para par-kaccha~”

”Yeah?”

”How’s it looking?”

”Hard to say for sure, but the gulls haven’t spared any measures. Ten warships and plenty of smaller ships. Too many to count.”

”And what about us? How many mercs?”

”You worried about us, cap’n?”

”Don’t be cheeky, Bagh. Tell me.”

”Fine, fine. We’ve managed to hire at least twenty pirate crews—some big, some small. They should be enough of a distraction to allow us to focus on the cream of the crop. Cubb called just a few minutes ago and confirmed that Redhand is there along with the Demon-in-glasses. Those two make a risky pair. Thankfully, the Sky Knight isn’t here like we thought.”

”That means we’ll have to deal with him at Mariejois.”

”That’s assuming the Duke’s theory is right and they are, in fact, deceiving us by hinting a change in the Reverie’s location.”

”I understand your doubts, Bagh. But, you’d be wise not to make them known so boldly. Your relationship with him doesn’t speak for the crew’s.”

”Sorry cap’n.”

”Never mind that. Among the mercs, have you got anyone actually useful?”

”Aye. The Primetime pirates—a bunch that are well known around these parts—look promising if a bit unhinged. There are a few other decent ones which I can’t remember the names of, but they should be plenty.”

”So be it.”

”You be careful… cap’n.”

”Kaccha…”

The panther-mink looked on from the cat-shaped figurehead, his amber pupils narrowing under the merciless sun. In the far distance was Las Camp, the most distinguished navy base in all of West Blue. As observed before, the silhouettes of ten warships stood vigil at the island's sole harbour through the mirage of summer and the tormented sprays of the sea. Countless ships followed the Laguz, their combined mass wading through the waters like a famished titan. Death had come.



Marines


”Vice Admiral Warp! Vice Admiral Gordon! The enemy fleet has been spotted! There are at least twenty ships being led by the Laguz... maybe more!”

”Ohhh, is that sooooo? That’s really too baaaad.” The elderly uniformed officer yawned and stretched, peeling himself from a makeshift wicker chair. ”It’s almost time for my afternoon nap though. Can’t they come back later?”

The scout struggled to keep a straight face, which was noted by the other officer standing next to the older one. ”See what you’ve done? You interrupted the old man’s sleepy-time. How are you going to make it up to him now?” The young one hesitated and stumbled over his own words. ”B-but, Vice Admiral Gor-Gordon. I-I..” The two mischief-makers laughed deviously, the younger of the two patting his subordinate with sympathy before pushing up his glasses to seat them more comfortably on his sunburnt nose.

”Don’t panic. Go report to each of the rear admirals and pass on the following orders: Protect your stations at all costs. As soon as they land, the 118th battalion will engage them first. As they enter the plaza, we’ll box them in from all four sides. Make sure you tell Steps that he retreat before the invaders wreck the entirety of the 118th. We can't box them in if the rear is open.”

Warp bellowed and roared like a randy stag, his laugh bludgeoning the subordinates around him. ”That brat’s never had to be taught a lesson in moderation. I’d be more worried that he might sleep through the entire battle. Wahahahaha!” A defeated smile appeared on the younger Vice Admiral, who nodded in agreement and sent off the nervous reporter.

Below the platform on which they waited, stood two notorious pirates—Demon Blade and Iron Beast. The red-haired young man was locked inside a mobile cage, frowning like a child. ”Those fucking bastards. Using me like I’m some beast.” In response to which the Demon-in-glasses called out. ”You do call yourself the Iron Beast. We’re just helping you live up to your name." The red-headed delinquent scoffed and spit in the vice admiral's general direction, mumbling to himself while making his toasted bottom comfortable on the hot, metal floor of the cage.



Revolutionaries


”And how’re those troublemakers handling it?”

”One moment they make me wish you’d sent me alone. The next moment I can’t seem to get by without them. I really don’t know how quiet they’ll be, Djinn-san.”

”Bear with it, Garland. We need to find out why they framed us for the massacre at Lumina Bridge. And you know better than to doubt Price’s instincts. If he says you’ll find some answers there, I believe him.”

”Then why didn’t he come to babysit these guys himself?!”

”Oh? It’s rare to hear the Black Mage complain.”

”I can hear your smirk from here, Djinn-san.”

”Don’t assume things. Besides, it’s not like I didn’t send you backup babysitters. Have they caught up yet?”

”They're sitting right beside me. The others don’t know they're joining us."

”Better get to it.”

”I’ll keep you updated, Djinn-san.”

”I’d expect nothing less. Kaccha.”

”Alright then, let’s have you meet the Bonbon X candies, shall we?”



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Name : Brood X. Bach
Epithet : Mushiba (Tooth-Decay)
Age : 28
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Amai Amai no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 510
Defense (DEF) : 225
Reflex (RX) : 300
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 55
Experience Points : 5500
Bounty : 225,000,000
Berries : 2,650,000
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The large clunker of a machine known as the Big Time slowly went forth among the fleet, it was a monstrously sized ship with so many canons aboard it that they were visible from any of the other ships within this twenty-ship armada. The Big Time's unique look was complimented by the sheer size of their single sail which had a demented looking clown face upon the front of it. It was the signal that the Primetime Pirates had arrived, those merciless privateers who did whatever they wanted for money and did whatever they wanted in general. The main deck was covered from front to back with suit wearing individuals who had pirate flags covering their mouths, as these were the countless pirate grunts of the team. Each one having their faces painted in clown make-up of some kind whilst also wearing designer suits so magnificent that one could assume they costed a pretty penny. The colors of these suits ranged from obnoxious pink and green colors to suitable browns and blues. These mafioso looking individuals were in their battle attires, ready to showcase to the world that the Primetime Pirates were more than just 'this years hot commodity'. There was only one goal in mind today, catching the attention of the World Government so that they officially recognized the Prime Pirates for what and who they were. Individuals of a great deal of importance. This was shown evidently when two large wooden doors found themselves swinging open with a great deal of force. Their hinges nearly coming off as several individuals emerged from the meeting-hall on the upper most portion of the ship. Leading the group of well dressed pirates was none other than the madman himself, Brood Xaldin Bach. They psychopaths had finally arrived and with them would come a waft of death, mutilation and insanity. For the Primetime Pirates were bred for this, the were the scum of the North Blue.

Without any hesitation he made his way forward, a slow and prodding pace that allowed the metal heels of his snake-skinned boots to clack against the metallic coating aboard the hull of the ship. The man wearing a large black trench-coat that covered his mouth with several buckles. He'd allow his waltz to get him towards the front of the ship itself, where he'd raise himself upwards onto the very edge of it, elevated by the barrier known as the railing. He'd reach down and rip off his trench-coat, revealing his bare chest and the endless muscular frame that he had gained over his long hard life. The numerous scars covering every inch of his torso and back being both pronounced and for all to bare witness too. He'd let his now revealed mouth hang open as his tongue would run circles around his lips. The moisture mixing with the salt of the sea breeze and allowing a chill to wash over the male's figure. He'd smile as he'd peer out at the Marine base, his own excitement causing numerous blood veins and vessels to react in a manner that showcased he was fully awake. He'd cross his arms for a moment as he peered out into the vast expanse. He needed no plan of attack, but he was very clear to most members of his crew that they were to stay on board until the fighting had reached the midway point. He wanted to minimize the causalities of his primary members on his own end, since the grunts would be extremely expendable here and now. His objectives were threefold. First he wanted to make sure he captured as many slaves from this place as possible. Needing them to replenish the deaths his crew would suffer. Second he needed to impress the Marines, they wouldn't just invite any random person to be a Shichibukai member. With that being said, he wasn't exactly sure if his actions today would be in his best interest. But he had to risk it, after-all, he want to be seen as a threat.

He would uncross his arms, eye's fixated ahead still as he spoke to the members of his crew whose names were worth remembering. He wasn't the kind of person who cared about weaklings with no true potential. "Were were contracted here to execute a job on the behalf of one of the Yonko, specifically the one who hails from the mink tribe. This is a good thing for us since it means we were on this man's radar despite only being a Supernova. I want you all to be at your best for what is too come. This isn't going to be like all the other times we've fought as a unit. Death is in the air here, thick and heavy. It's...invigorating. Wren, you're with me, I trust the rest of you can do whatever you wish at your own discretion." He stated clearly and without any hindrance to his cremates. "WE ARE HERE TO CAUSE DAMAGE! WE ARE HERE TO KILL! I WANT AT LEAST A HUNDRED OF THEM CRUCIFIED BEFORE THE SUN SETS!!" He projected his voice, since he was addressing his entire crew now."FOR WE BRING DEATH!!" He'd outstretch bot of his hands, fingers spread apart, and he'd lift those hands upwards in the air. He'd lean his head backwards and would take in a deep breath. His eyes becoming bloodshot almost immediately as he let out a scream the likes of which could have made him appear to be some sort of ravenous animal. Like a mixture between a crocodile and a hyena. "WE BRIIIIIING WAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His roar was fierce and it caused a chain reaction upon his ship. Causing his grunts to cheer excessively and scream as loud as they could. Beating their rifles and swords against the ship like tribal warriors. The man allowed his aura of mayhem to be revealed in all of it's glorious splendor. He'd start to beat his chest like a madman, it was time for some cannibalism.




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Name : Anton La'croix
Epithet : Screaming Mantis
Age : 23
Race : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : New Tarot Knight Circle
Ship : Arcanum Arcanorum
Crew Position : Merchant
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 200
Defense (DEF) : 180
Reflex (RX) : 215
Willpower (WP) : 170
Level : 27
Experience Points : 2781
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Why am I here? Why am I here? WhyamIhere? WhyamIhereWhyamIhereWhyamIhere!?

Honestly, it was amazing Anton wasn't vibrating across the floor, with how much he was trembling. I mean, the crew of a Yonkou was coming this way, and Anton was one of the unfortunate marines pressed into assisting in fighting them. There were even two Vice Admirals, several Rear Admirals, and two Shichibukai here! How was he going to be of any use at all? It was only some small comfort that the Yonkou himself was not appearing, and it was just one of his higher ups. But still, it was not a pleasant situation to be in.

"Anton."

Anton let out a loud, piercing shriek, all that built up tension being let out in an instant. The marine leaped off of the ground, spinning around to see the smaller form of Celia standing behind him. Other marines around stopped to look at the source of the cry, calming when they realized it was only Anton and NOT a result of the pirates attacking. Anton was panting heavily, trying to calm himself down. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" he almost yelled, barely able to keep his voice down.

Celia however remained calm. "Sorry, but I'm hearing that the enemy's been spotted. We really should report to our posts and await further orders." Anton let out a low groan. He was afraid of this. People had always said that the calm before the battle was worse than the actual battle. Anton had been in enough battles to know that was not true at all! He looked pitifully at Celia. "There's...no way out of this for us, is there?"

He half expected Celia to yell at him, to tell him to just do his job. This time, however, she gave him a small, comforting smile. "Anton, I know you're scared. I am too. But we can do this. I've seen what you can do. And we have the Shichibukai and the Vice Admirals assisting us. I'm sure we can do this." A small, sad smile appeared on Anton's face. "Thanks...that really helps."

"Plus if you run now, you'll have the Admiralty angry at you."

"WHY ARE YOU SO CRUEL!?"
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After he's encounter with Wren and Sassy all was well. Until he had gotten notice of one of the Yonko's requiring he's services. the Beast without a Crew. Was being requested to the Sea. To assit. This was perfect, this was perfect to get himself a high bounty and get extremely noticed by the entire world Government. He had set sailed about three days after the meeting of Wren. To the West Blue from the North Blue. He's ship was fast, but weak. So speed was it's main function. Within Three days he had reached the West Blue. All by himself. stirring the Ship himself. Once headed further towards the West Blue. He joined the twenty some others Pirate Warships. Heading to invade the Camp. He didn't like the idea of them going all the way inside. They might be Twenty Warship with Hundreds of men in each ship. Along with the Prime time Pirates. But they wouldn't stand a chance once they were inside enemy Territory. That's what he's thoughts were atleast. Oh maybe he will be able to spot Wren and Help her with the War. it would be ideal. As the only two people from the Prime time Pirates that Makaze knew was Wren and Sassy Pants.
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Name : Laurel O'Halloran
Epithet : Hundred-Faced O’Halloran
Age : 48
Race : Human
Faction : Pirates
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Apollo’s Pompokolin
Ship : Xu Fu
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Bake-Danuki
Haki Specialization : Kenbunshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 370
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 177,000,000
Berries : 50,000
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There were times when Laurel cursed her close relationships with the Minks. This day, out on this sea, was such an occasion, where the Xu Fu floated alongside a host of other ships, its sake fuel mingling with the smell of primed gunpowder and the salty air of the West Blue. All manner of pirates banded together to the rallying cry of Ursus Berengar, and this included her own crewmates, at least a third of which were Minks like the Yonkou.

A vote was held by the Pompoko Pirates to decide whether to help their kin, if only as a formality; Laurel already knew what pirates of hers did not wish to join for the glory and spoils felt a keen obligation to aid the mighty Firebear’d. Laurel herself felt split on the issue, and so stayed neutral for the vote, though she did grouse that they would be “turning Las Camp into a blasted zoo.” She had never spoken to the old bear, much less felt any sort of affinity to him outside the philosophy his Feral Pirates held. Nor did she believe her aid would bring her particularly close to Firebear’d’s good graces.

And yet she, too, felt a bizarre compulsion to throw her lot in with the Feral Pirates to cause trouble, even harm, to the World Government. The glory and spoils were tempting, but not enough to sway her. As she strummed her tail thoughtfully, looking out to the sea from the Xu Fu’s bridge, she had to ruminate where her urge came from. . . . Surely, it was Mordecai’s influence. Her old mentor had a proverb for every circumstance, but many were about a simple ideal.

“When I think of the people who’ll use their freedom to help others instead,” Mordecai drunkenly raved one morning, days after he and Laurel escaped from their lives as slaves in Mariejois, “I tell meself, ‘Cai, my boy, that’s what freedom is really about.’ People who can do whatever they want, and choose freely to help others! That’s the kind’ve bloke a pirate should be!”

Still, the old cat’s decision to hold to that philosophy was what got him killed, and Firebear’d was no Mordecai. The thought of him owing the Pompoko Pirates a favor in the future, the idea that she, an ant, could convince a giant to not tread on her in the future should they ever meet again after—to make the Mink feel obliged to a human—ridiculous. Perhaps the bear would be more reasonable than Laurel gave him credit for, but she was not about to entrust her crew’s shoes to him to find out.

Laurel simply took a long draw from her kiseru, and exhaled just as slowly, tail tapping silently, musing. Freedom, eh?

Her thoughts might have had to wait, however. The Den Den Den picked up a sudden audio feed that took little time to echo across the ships and into her own ears, the blood-curdling shrieks of blood-thirsty beasts. She glanced to the Surveillance Den Den Mushi responsible for overseeing the side it came from, and it picked up a visual of a massive, war-battered, mechanical frigate. The Prime Time Pirates. A sight Laurel recognized, if only through its infamy.

A girl suddenly materialized, floating, from thin air behind the pirate captain. Out of her jet-black hair sprouted a pair of ivory-white horns, and she carried a fanged grin twice as demonic. She snickered, cackled, and jigged through the bridge, chanting in a sing-song voice, “They’re doomed! You’re doomed! Everybody’s doom-doomed!”

Without looking back at the Klabautermann, Laurel simply said, “Quiet, Darling,” with the same indifference of rearing a barking pup. She had to look to the other Surveillance Den Den Mushi to assess her colleagues. One ship was barely more than an old merchant vessel, likely in the possession of a new up-and-coming band of pirates; it was almost nostalgic to see it, reminding her of her own debut. Another had blood-red sails that made it stand out from the crowd, a figurehead carved of redwood, a woman holding out a telescope, its hull a mix of more redwood and black elm. A fourth vessel took on a far eerier visage than even the Big Time; a massive warship comprised of bleached bones that the Supernova surmised belonged to Sea Kings or equally massive creatures yet undiscovered. It could only be . . .

“Well, now.” Another draw from her kiseru, another exhalation, this time through her nose. “It seems we are far from the only big names seeking out the cheese in a mousetrap. Should we call the Laguz pre-emptively, just to stand out? Or is that too much a pain in the urse?” The only answer Laurel received was a unanimous groan that filled the bridge.

“Gonna get shot to pieces by some friendly fire,” Darling kept singing, hanging upside-down in front of Laurel. “Gonna catch a full moon when it’s raining cats and dogs. I betcha they like meat—tender, tasty human meat. . . .”

Laurel answered by blowing smoke into Darling’s face. It was enough to send the spirit coughing profanities at the captain before floating off to bother someone else. There was little to do until they came close enough to Las Camp, and Laurel wasn’t as eager to start the carnage as those souls on the Big Time. They could only wait for the orders to come from the Laguz while sticking to formation.

Still, they could be patient. This was not a job to be done hastily.
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Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : --
Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 240
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 57
Experience Points : 5720
Bounty : 124,000,000
Berries : 3,005,000
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Among the fearsome and wild vessels an old, unassuming merchant ship floated over the waves. Well, perhaps former merchant ship was more appropriate. The people commandeering it were more interested in stealing goods than dealing them. Mercenaries, both grizzled veterans and bright-eyed novices, occupied every corner of the ship. The former shared tales with the latter. Some were polishing their weapons, others were catching up on sleep. There was certain nervous energy in the air. Careful excitement. Felt like static crackling in every conversation.

However, there were still peaceful holes to hide in here.

Beneath the deck, in a nice and quiet corner room, long candles painted lanky shadows across the walls with their wavering light. Tiny burners offered a hint of blue with their flames. Colorful tinctures bubbled in flasks of various sizes. Red, yellow, green, blue and black... Like a particularly shifty rainbow. Deft fingers danced over a fine wooden desk, mahogany for those who cared or just liked saying the word. Glass chimed as the liquids were collected in tiny vials and needles. Between the soft sounds one could hear a jazzy tune hummed gently, ever so slightly off-tune. Not a musician, this man.

Soon a mighty bellow commanded all hands on deck. It informed the whole ship that the destination was approaching. People were ordered to grab their weapons, prepare for combat and pray to whatever deity they thought might give a shit about them. The last part was met with raspy laughter. What kind of deity cared about pirates anyway? Besides, nobody here planned on dying today. They had brought a decent doctor with them. Though the veterans of the crew often whispered the fellow seemed familiar somehow...

Naturally the orders applied to said doctor as well. The equipment was collected with methodical motions. Burners were turned off. Flasks were emptied and rinsed. Ingredients were gathered into pouches. A huge suitcase swallowed everything like a gaping maw. Each item. had its own spot and a tiny strap to hold it in place. Lastly, a neatly folded white lab coat covered everything, the last line of protection against bumps and prying eyes. The suitcase snapped shut.

The door opened opened with a dry yawn. A gentleman in a chocolate brown suit strutted along the narrow corridor. Going at a leisurely pace, he gave room to those in greater hurry. Along the way, the chef lamented how he was missing few exceedingly rare herbs along with some rations. The navigator, meanwhile, wondered out loud how he could have misplaced the sea charts for the nearest islands. Both were assured by their friends that the items still had to be here somewhere. Couldn’t have gone far in the middle of the sea.

Richard stepped onto the deck. A flame flickered, lighting an unhealthy vice. Smoke danced in thin wisps. He tugged the brim of his hat further down, shielding his eyes from the sun. His stride took him to the side railing, where the view was wonderful. Numerous ships had gathered together for a singular purpose. One in particular caught his eye with its furry crew. Fascinating folk those Minks... Rumors whispered that each one was a born fighter. Far more ferocious than an average human. In other words, a perfect shield to hide behind, see?

The doctor took a drag and let his attention wander. It was part of his job to keep track of his allies after all. There were plenty of interesting sights here. And scents, apparently. Was that... sake? Whoever owned that ship had interesting tastes and deep pockets, he surmised. Definitely one to keep healthy, should it come to that. The bloodcurdling war cry piercing the winds was met with a tired sigh. Ah, the candy man was here as well. Lovely. Well... He didn’t have the luxury of picking his allies, see? And there were benefits to keeping a mad dog alive... Slowly a sly smile crept across his features. Today would be a profitable day.

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Castor O. Nox

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Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku
Age : 24
Race : Three Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Position : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Specialization : Busoshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 400
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 350
Level : 56
Experience Points : 5671
Bounty : 270,000,000
Berries : 9,800,000
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Firebear'd's Quest


Among the ten warships that sat miles off the coast of Las Camp, Jyestha sails caught tailwind in pursuit towards today's mission. Whistling, Castor sat on the upper deck, taking in the lukewarm sun rays, majority of its intensity dulled by a looming overcast. Running around the ship, members of his newly formed sea crew, scurried to make sure the lady was on course to her destined date. As the cogs of the explosive collars around their necks jingled, it instilled a level of focus in every seaman that couldn't be broken easily. Each worker locked in a trance, knowing from their previous vetting that any mistake would lead to the River Styx.

Commanding the sailing for the day, the helmsman's eye began to twitch. Steering the vessel en route steadily, Newport became annoyed by the man's peculiar whistling pattern, tossing his barret at the Captain.

"I knew from the time I met you... I should have cut your throat while you slept. Of all things... You bring me around Firebear'd's men with a bunch of amateurs."Newport declared in disgust, howling at his Captain, as the barret phased through his body.  

His primary eyes closed, with his third eye remaining open, Castor began to gawk at Newport, sipping on some freshly acquired cherry rice wine, using a wooden ladle as his drinking cup.

"You're the one that said... 'If we're going to be sailing a ship this big from one sea to another, we'll need more crew.' I heard your cries... and I got your men. You gotta see the silver lining sometimes Vic."Castor retorted, grinning in delight as the first mouthful of wine caused his lips to buckle inward from its sourness.

"With a name like yours, we could have gotten tons of able-bodied men to join our cause. I know you're picky in recruiting members but slaves. Did we really have to raid that trader? West Blue slave dealers are big on revenge... Men in your position don't need unnecessary foes. Besides.Why didn't you take off their collars? If those things detonate during the exchange, we'll be screwed. Not the good kind, from the ass up."Newport responded, keeping the ship steadfast on course at the hind of the fleet, his right and left hands at ten and two on the steering wheel.

"Motivation. I can't secure loyalty in rag tag groups.I simply took them from one vessel... and brought them aboard mine to do the same thing. When this is all over, whoever survives will get their freedom. I'm not a missionary... I'm not their savior. I'm an act of misfortune. Whether they steer the odds in their favour or die a dog's death... That's up to how much they want to live."Castor concluded, finishing the ladle full of wine, he'd dip it back into the stone vessel. Fiddling between his fingers was the detonator for the collars; he'd stolen from the now deceased slavers.

Via his logia's ability, Castor picked up on conversations from surrounding vessels abreast to his own. Among the murmurs, words of the base coming into view registered on his internal radio's frequency, "Vic. How long until our canons come within range?"Castor inquired."Not long. I plan on using the other ships as shields if need be."Newport responded."And you call me the bad guy, Mr.Bloody Port." Castor said smugly.

Beckoning to one of the workers scrubbing the deck, "Go to Dax's room and tell him it's time." Castor commanded. The immediate look of nervousness on the man's face drew curiosity to Castor's own.

"Problem?" Castor inquired.

Pausing, his eyes shifted around in his sockets rapidly, the man finally broke his silence.

"Well... Sir. When you we're sleeping earlier, he took a bunch of the ladies back to his chamber and said if anyone disturbs him... he'll kill us on the spot. He also said... And I'm quoting here sir... 'Tell the imp I'm busy if he asks.' "the slave informed, paraphrasing as he'd refuse to repeat the dreadhead's expletives.

Sighing, "I swear. I've never seen one man care so much about shooting his load. Look. Tell Dax he has ten minutes to finish up, if he's not here in fifteen, i'm cutting his share of the treasure. Just say exactly what I tell you. That'll light a fire under his ass." Castor commanded.

Screams from a nearby vessel sent chills down the spine of all who heard it. It was gnarly, the kind of noise only the most bloody thirsty of men could howl. Coming from the ship, north east of his goddess's position. Grinning, Castor would continue to sip his rice wine, whistling in between, amused at it's soothing melody. It was a lullaby of sorts, which sailors would hum or whistle to themselves for comfort from the sea's mercy.

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Miku E. Sato

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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Bounty : 32,500,000
Berries : 55,000
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"Those are some pretty big ships, Cap’n.” Said Nick, the ship’s Bosman, with a worried smile on his face. The blonde gangly teen was looking appreciatively at all the ships that were sailing alongside the Scorned Lady. Each one having more cannons, scars, sails, crew, and even more character than the Scorned Lady did. Hell, their jolly rogers had better work done on them than the Meddling Kids’ own. Nick wasn’t the only crew member nervous with the situation they found themselves in but none were willing to voice it. It was obvious enough.


“They are, and one day we’ll be able to get one too. Not that I plan on getting rid of the Scorned Lady anytime soon, she’ll always have a place with us.” Miku was standing towards the bow of the Scorned Lady, leaning on the railing and observing the impressive gathering of pirates. This was it, their first big move on the world stage. It was nerve wracking and even Miku was visibly shaking, though if it was with fear or excitement the crew couldn’t decide. The woman was surprised to be here, sailing besides such big names such as the Primetime pirates and Apollo’s Pompokolin’s.

The air was heavy aboard the Scorned Lady and the pressure only increased as they drew closer to their destination, Las Camp. This mounting pressure was a stark reminder of how her little crew even got wind of this gathering. A job offer by the Yonkou Firebear’d himself, not that the title meant much to her before meeting that other bastard. The bastard in question being former Yonkou, Gray Starks. The Meddling Kids had the ‘honor’ of meeting the bastard in the South Blue, and ended that meeting under his foot with their faces in the sand. It was a grim lesson that they really were just a bunch of fleas to those with real power. Despite this, he apparently believed Miku and her crew had shown some promise because he decided to impart some wisdom on the young captain. Part of that wisdom being this chance to make her crew known on the world stage, an opportunity Miku was not willing to pass up on.

“Gather the crew real quick, I think it’s time for a last minute speech.” The Rascal said to Nick who promptly did as asked. After waiting a few minutes her entire crew, of only ten, were gathered on the deck. Miku pushed off the railing and walked back towards her waiting nakama, seeing and feeling the tension among them. “You all know I’m not one for speeches but I’d be damned if this isn’t the time for one.” This was followed by a couple of chuckles. “You all may recognize some of the ships we are sailing beside by now. That’s right people, we are playing with the big kids now.” A moment of silence was allowed to let that sink in, “These crews are some of the most feared, blood-thirsty, chaotic, deadly, and experienced pirates out there. They are everything that makes Marines cry at night and quake in their boots. That is who we sail with. That is not us.” A frown appeared on Miku’s face as she admitted this. “But that is WHY we are here now! We will prove that we are just as deadly, just as cutthroat, just as worthy of calling ourselves pirates!” Miku’s voice was raised as she tried to instill some courage into her crew. “Now I want all of you to cast away any doubts, fears, or reservations you may still have after joining this crew. You all chose this life and now it’s time we show the world we are no longer the forgotten and lost children, the castaways. No, we are the Meddling Kids and we will show those bastards what happens when they ignore the cries of those in need! We are the personification of the lost and forgotten! They will feel our wrath!!” A cry came from the entire crew with that and they all raised their fists into the air.

With the speech done and the crew fired up, hopefully, Miku pulled her first mate and Navigator aside to talk about their roles. “Okay, I know we’re all itching to cause trouble but we have to be a little smarter than usual here. Lot’s at stake out here, these aren’t our waters.” Miku paused to let the two mull her words over before continuing. “Now, I want you to stay on the ship just in case things go sideways, Kon. Now before you say anything, as my First Mate the safety of the crew and the Scorned Lady are yours if I’m not around. I’ll be on the ground for whatever happens and if things go wrong, I want you here to lead our boys home. Got that?” A stern look was aimed at Kon before the attention shift over to Emi.

“I want you on the ground with me, though I’d like if you routed a path home for Kon to follow before we leave. Just in case.” The silence after allowed for Emi’s response before continuing. “If this all goes bottoms up I want this ship ready to sail back to the South Blue at the drop of a hat. Your call when the crew leaves, Kon. With or without us. I trust you to know what decision will be right at the time.” Miku takes a deep breath before wrapping up her orders. “This is it, any questions before we force our names into the history books?” A mischievous smirk followed the question as the Rascal looked at her two nakama.







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Goldmonger

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Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Nox Pirates
Crew Position : Cook | Treasure Hunter | First Mate
Devil Fruit : Goru Goru no Mi
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 200
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 100
Willpower (WP) : 115
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2513
Berries : 1,612,500
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Covered in just about every bodily fluid, Dax and several of the freshly recruited female slaves were entangled in a mass of sticky flesh, writhing about like snakes sliding across each other slowly. Moans and screams echoed from the cabin, gathering a few ears from passerby's, most slaves who have longed for the touched of a woman for some time. Though, true to his avaricious nature, Dax did not share anything, especially his women.

Suddenly a knock came at the cabin door, followed by the slow creaking of it as it was opened cautiously by the delivery slave. "S…Sir…." He muttered, cracking the door even more, the light growing in the room at the same pace as the door opening.

Revealing Dax entangled with several women on top of a giant pile of gold, "I guess you weren't around when I said anyody that fuckin bothers me dies.." Dax snarled, his golden fangs twinkling in the light.

"L-..Lord Castor Requests your pr-…presence s-…sir….." The slave stuttered, bracing himself for the worst.

"That little fuck requests my presence?!" Dax laughed, "Bwhahahahahahaha! Tell em to go fuck emself!" He boomed joyously, "Now get the fuck out before I kill ya." Dax finished, shewing the man away before turning back towards his women.

"Lord…Lord Castor says your treasure will be halved if you don’t come…!" He shouted, bowing in respect with his eyes clinched shut out of fear. The atmosphere in the room changed, seemingly growing darker, heavier by the second. Bloodlust radiated out of the cabin, the women quickly removed themselves from the goldmonger's sides and the delivery slave was frozen in fear as beads of sweat ran down his face and onto the wooden floorboards. Suddenly, the pressure felt like it was crushing him, he could feel himself almost gasping for breath and a rush of fear like a predator with its fangs at his neck. Until it was gone, like it had never existed, followed by a light tap onto his shoulder. Raising himself up, the slaves eyes met with Dax's smiling face, renewing a false sense of comfort until a hand swiftly palmed his head and lifted him into the air.

"You can tell that little fuckin imp that all the treasure is mine.." He barked angrily as the slave desperately clawed at the his golden clad hand as he gasped for air. The slave could feel the pressure on his skull, the metal fingertips digging into his flesh and cracking his bone. "On second thought…" Dax mumbled, "I'll tell that little fuck myself." He snarled as liquid gold rushed off his hand and into the slaves nose, mouth, and eyes, before hardening and expanding inside of the slaves skull, his body dinging as it was tossed aside onto the floor, the metal on metal crying out. Dax stormed through the corridors of the vast ship before stomping up the steps to the upper deck. "Where the fuck is he?!" Dax shouted as he did so, "WHERE IS THAT LITTLE FUCKING IMP?!!" His voice now louder and more aggressive, the bloodlust oozing off of him. As he broke through the deck doors, the light from the sun greeted his unadjusted eyes, and as they refocused, Castor's tiny form came into focus. The goldmonger moved swiftly towards him and easily yanked the tiny man up by his kimono's collar, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TAKING MY GOLD?!?!" He raged, his right arm cocked back with golden claws bared, ready to tear into his captain. Though, before he could finish, his gaze averted to the dozens of ships that sat in the bay surrounding Las Camp. "The fuck you sail us into cap'n?" He paused for a moment to take in the sight before responding, "Looks like a fuck on of fun~!" He smile maliciously, lowering his tiny captain back to the deck floor.




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Name : Alice Baltroy Ronx
Epithet : Flying Dart
Age : 22
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : Commander
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 290
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 355
Willpower (WP) : 330
Level : 52
Experience Points : 5225
Bounty : 198,000,000
Income Multiplier : +10%
Berries : 14,600,000
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Don't cause a scene~!





“I cannot believe I agreed to that,” grumbled Antoinette, leaping off the creaking cart as it approached land. With her tall figure, she managed to cross the last stretch of water gracefully without any expense to her billowing skirt, but the passengers she abandoned yelped with fright as the floating cart rocked precariously. “Oh, stop your wailing!” she snapped before a word of complaint could leave the lips of her crewmates. “Oliver, you know this is all your fault. Why did you have to answer the call from that damned Djinn?”

“That’s Djinn-san to you, witch!” barked the smaller girl, always ready with a fiery retort at any ill mention to her idol.

“Don’t get started again, you hags,” grumbled Cherry bad-mannerly, reaching for the edge of the dock. He tried to scramble unceremoniously off the fleshy mountain piled on top of the cart, failed and caused another wave of panic to resonate across the remaining crew. “And I’m not taking sides, but if Oliver hadn’t been hanging off every word from the geezer leader and insisted on being ”discreet”, we wouldn’t all be piled on top of Alice’s cart.”

“I’ll tear that shrimp to shreds when all this is over,” promised Becker in agreement from the water at the head of the cart, blowing angry bubbles on the surface of the water as he dragged the cart closer to the dock. “Cherry, stop moving or I’ll sink the bloody cart.”

“Careful, everyone!” muttered Fable nervously, who had been forced to swim alongside the cart with Rozene the warrior mink on account of his sheer size and weight. Despite that, he had refused to discard a single item of clothing and he paid the price for his stubborn decision. He had struggled to stay afloat as he paddled clumsily from the Wonderland Hatch, which was anchored far off in the distance where it would remain unspotted if it weren’t looked for. “We have a devil fruit user onboard and Becker really can’t afford to save her if she falls off.”

Credible to his unspoken role as the crew mediator, the comment proved to silence the Bonbons. At least until they were all assembled on the dock.

Still grumbling under his breath, Becker pulled himself out of the water and Fable flopped down next to him, panting heavily as his soaken clothes dripped and pooled under his body. Following close behind, who had made the swim much easier than the musician, was the crew’s mink member.

He was a large warrior mink and as he pulled himself out of the water, his ragged claws scraped against the wooden dock. Once he stood to his full height, towering at the same eye level as the crew’s other giant, Fable, he shook out his fur and a torrent of water rained down on the rest of the crew. This elicited a unanimous growl from the tower of Bonbon X members, but a deeper and more beastly growl silenced any complaints.

He grabbed his tail and wrung out the rest of the excess water lingering in his fur. He hadn't said anything when the news of the mink pirates had circulated the crew discussions and the crew in turn had respected his silence. While his history wasn't known in its entirety, the members had suspected he had shaky ties with the mink tribe.

In contrast to the waterlogged giants, Becker was in perfect fashion form and the water simply slipped effortlessly off his clothes. To his credit, the bombastically dressed fishman had put in an attempt at the whole “discreet” plan. But when Antoinette had made her ostentatious arrival to the upper deck that morning in her enormously poofy dress, daring bertha neckline and heaving parasol, Becker had stormed furiously and red-faced back to his cabin.

When he returned, he had on a pair of pink leather pants, ripped sporadically with a golden chain wrapped twice through the belt hoops. Above it, he wore a mesh singlet paired with a fabulous white trench coat festooned with sequins and an explosive array of rainbow feathers lining the sleeves and hood.

Thick, golden chains adorned his neck and more delicate chains wound several times around both his forearms, attached to heavily jewelled rings on his thumb and middle finger. Perched daringly on his head, he sported a feather headdress with golden plaits twisted around the crown.

He had swept his azure eyes across the crew when he had made his second appearance, daring them to question him. But they had all deftly avoided his eyes, with the exception of Antoinette who had smirked knowingly. Because as ridiculous as they declared him to be out loud, they secretly admitted he looked great (what’s Becker’s thoughts doing in the narration?!).

“I dare you to say that about Djinn-san again!” shouted Oliver, her violet eyes sparking.

“Why are you so obsessed with him anyway?” countered Freya. He stood back-to-back with his twin, Friday, who appeared disinterested in the current skirmish.

“It’s not like he’d be interested in a runt like you, anyway,” added Friday boredly, affirming that he was ready to backup his brother despite his own divestment.

Oliver reeled back, an expression of sheer horror spreading across her face as though the twins had dealt a physical blow. She spluttered incoherently, but failed to deliver one of the fluent retorts she was so renowned for.

“Now, now,” a voice with strained cheerfulness sounded from the cart.

Heads turned to the young captain of the rowdy bunch, who had been buried at the very bottom of the passengers and had suffered the full consequences to his back. He now quite literally understood the true responsibilities of a captain in carrying the weight of a crew on his shoulders. Sweeping his eyes across the group, he then clambered unsteadily off his beloved cart—currently deprived of his beloved treasures—feeling his bones complain noisily in the process.

“We’re here now, so we might as well do what we were ordered to,” he declared boldly, throwing his chin forward.

His crew stared dumbfoundedly at him, disbelieving.

“What?” he asked, with a hint of indignity.

They turned abruptly to Becker, expecting him to understand the sudden roundabout in their “respectful” captain’s behaviour. The crew, especially Oliver and Antoinette, weren't in a habit of turning to the moody fishman, but desperate times apparently called for desperate measures. The fishman—currently in the process of swiping drops of water off his blue-scaled skin—paused and shrugged.

“You heard him,” he said and continued to rid himself of the last potentially damaging droplets.

More silence ensued; mouths gaped; eyes bulged. Whatever was going to happen to Bonbon X now?

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Wren

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Name : Blackbell A. Wren
Age : 16
Race : Tontatta
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Navigator | Pastry Chef
Devil Fruit : Horu Horu no Mi (Hormone-Hormone Fruit)
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 60
Defense (DEF) : 65
Reflex (RX) : 55
Willpower (WP) : 40
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 4,050,000
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I'M TALKING TO YOU.


 



BLACKBELL A. WREN


Trailing behind the group of fancy-dressed maniacs was what some might have considered to be an unexpected sight, but was no less a lunatic than those she mingled with. Whizzing through the air above the heads of the pirates who had made their dramatic entrance from the meeting-hall was a thumb-sized tontatta girl with mechanical wings, her silver tail flicking restlessly as she circled the group.

She wore an expression of boredom, partially because she could only be idle before the still of the storm broke and mostly because she had woken up with no abrupt changes to her original body. Her only solace was the white Primetime suit she donned, including a bright red tie, white dress shirt with strawberry red stripes, white waistcoat and grey trousers both laden with silver-threaded embroidery depicting mystical fires and fleeing wildlife. But there was still something missing and she now whirled artlessly through the air with her arms crossed as she contemplated the dilemma.

“Psst!” The tontatta froze mid air, her mechanical wings fluttering noiselessly.

“Psst!” the voice came again and she swept her hazel eyes across the grunts, until laying rest to a pot-bellied man with hair and flies covering every inch of his exposed skin. He beckoned her eagerly and she immediately complied, hopeful of something interesting. “Here, Miss Fluffy, I thought you’d appreciate this.”

He held up his heavily calloused palms and Wren peered inside his cupped hands. Her eyes lit up with excitement and when she returned to the parade of notable Primetime crew members, her face was shining brightly without a trace of her former apathy. She now fashioned two new items, one a massive red clown nose which she wriggled happily and the other a rainbow afro twice the size of her head. In her excitement, she had completely missed the first half of her captain’s rally, but her attention was pulled back when she heard her name called.

“Aye, aye, captain!” she exclaimed, tumbling through the air until she landed delicately on her captain’s bare shoulder, where she found herself a comfortable throne.

With her much happier mood, she readily joined in the uproar that followed the closing of the dark-skinned man’s speech, clapping and laughing gleefully. She threw were arms into the air, calling for war and blood in such an innocent manner that it was almost difficult to register the gravity of her cheers. And yet, she was arguably one of the most enthusiastic for the first instance where blood would be drawn, indifferent to the prospect of lost lives. As contradicting as outer appearances were, Wren was at heart a Primetime pirate.


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Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 350
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 335
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 160,000,000
Berries : 50,000
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BROKEN PROMISE
THE ONE UNDENIABLE TRUTH OF LIFE



An ominous whisper of the wind ruffled through the black spikes for hair as he stood on the precarious edge of the lonesome ridge. Philosophical minds might have called these whistles chimes of fate. Not him. For him, the chilly relief from the searing heat was little more than an encouragement to his lethargy.

An undefined time ago... (Do I look like a timekeeper?)

”Are you sure you won’t change your mind later?” The furrowed rosewood glare still managed to betray a kind gesture behind it.

”I’m sure, Djinn-san. I’m not fit to lead.” The young soldier bowed politely—mocked by a snortle. ”You know your humility somehow always manages to sound shallow.” The source of the mockery was a man not much older than its target, his sable dreadlocks caressing his bare shoulders.

”You want the truth, Yedi-ya? I just don’t wanna be responsible for anyone.” The younger one sighed, knowing his words would do little to justify his self-indulgent reasons. ”Keep quiet, ignorant fool. You not taking any responsibility is only evidence that you are useless to this cause. Even that bumbling band of misfits are more dutiful than you.”

The patient Commander-in-Chief of the NRA interjected with a smile. ”Now, now. Don’t be so harsh, Yedidiyah. Just earlier you were mentioning how efficient Acacia was on your last expedition.” The disciplinarian pouted like a pufferfish. ”Don’t use my own words against me, Djinn-san! I’m trying to make a point.” A half-victorious smirk sat on the spiky-haired loafer, immediately rebuked with a sharp knuckle-rap on the back of his head. ”Don’t sneer like you’ve gotten away with it.” Acacia only mumbled illegibly and rubbed the sore spot.

”Speaking of the band of misfits, I might have an idea.” The young one knew not who they spoke of, but a ”band of misfits” and ”an idea” put together certainly didn’t sound very reassuring. It was as he feared.

”Since you refuse to lead a crew yourself, I should assign you to Ronx.” He recognized the name vaguely, though unsure of the origin. Acacia languidly inquired after the crew’s name—still frowning—to which Yedi-ya replied on the seated man’s behalf. ”Bonbon X. Though Djinn-san refuses to call them that. A futile struggle if you ask me. But, he’s not wrong. Your ability might even be popular with their buffoon captain.” Bonbon X sounded like the last place he wanted to be - no matter how suitable his devil fruit was. But if it meant avoiding having to lead subordinates of his own, it was a tolerable compromise. He did not protest.

”In fact, I’ve sent Garland to guide them on a mission in the West Blue. He was complaining too, so you can help him out. It’s decided then. You’ll be first mate to Ronx and his crew.”

He was about to relent when he heard those final debilitating words. ”Wait what--First mate?! NO! That’s not what I--” And that was that.

An equally undefined time later… (No, I’m still not a timekeeper)

Acacia was red as a beet while he strained—burdened by five elephant-sized daifukus hanging low—climbing up the smooth face of the cliff bare-handed and bare-footed. More often than not, the unsteady rocky protrusions would snap off under the load, only delaying his rise to the summit. He could only hope that the stripped rocks did not impede the shorty climbing after him.

His teeth chattered violently, nearly giving up on the string of mochi which held onto one of the fat sacks of delicious sweets (though he’d never admit it) he’d created to inflict himself this torturous exercise. After another hour of said torture, the climb was over. A tall and thin frame stood on the edge, awaiting the two climbers impatiently. He swept back his thick and wavy, creamy blonde hair behind one ear. Looking down on the new arrivals with a sly smile, he spoke to a droopy transponder snail—which seemed to be struggling to stay awake. ”--They're sitting right beside me.” He ached too much to follow the conversation, his scarlet eyes hazy when they looked out at the sea.

He forced himself to stand and, with a wayward glance, caught a stray group of clowns landing onto the island, noisy as can be. With that fox-like grin still wreathed on his lips, the Black Mage spoke. ”Alright then, let’s have you two meet the Bonbon X candies, shall we?”

If only I’d known then how mochi trouble I was in for.



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Name : Alexa L. Icnoyotl
Epithet : N/A
Age : 21
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Blue Hair Pirates
Ship : The Azure Night
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Swim-Swim Fruit
Haki Specialization : N/A
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 185
Defense (DEF) : 185
Reflex (RX) : 175
Willpower (WP) : 175
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
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It was very rare to find people who knew about the existence of her crew. Alexa had been doing her level best to keep the slow and steady formation of her little crew. The Blue Hair Pirates. Not the best name, she knew. But it was the only one that they all seemed to have been able to agree on. Of course, she should have known that her flag would have been spotted at least once, and that would have led to at least one person learning about the existence of her crew. Truthfully, she was just thankful that it was a group of pirates that found out, from what she had been told. God, that was a weird day. Pierce had called out that he saw something gliding towards their ship, Dumas had tried to shoot it down, along with Kaia..man, that was not a fun day. Of course, normally, she wouldn't have bothered with this.

But damn it if the Mink that had talked with her wasn't clever. He had given them two options: Join the assault on Las Camp, or have the existence of their crew secretly leaked out. Looking back on it now, it was likely that he was bullshitting them. But it was too late now. For once, Alexa was wearing something that wasn't so casual. She knew that right now it would be a serious fight. So instead of her near omnipresent tank top, jeans, and combat boots, she had on a different outfit, one that hugged her form more easily. She hated the aesthetic of it, because it was a definite military style. But the fact remained that she needed something that could hug close to her so that she wouldn't be slowed down when using her powers.

She sighed as she tugged her gloves on, running the padded things over her cropped military jacket that had been converted into a top by a rather surprisingly hush hush seamstress, along with the military jeans that had been cropped into shorts. The cloth was rugged, and hard to cut. That was good. Of course, her hands were a little shaky at this point. This wasn't just some minor combat that she could scrape by in. She wasn't just trying to gather crew members to gather up her courage to finally go back home and deal with what was keeping her held in these seas. This was a serious conflict, one that they had been paid to join into.

To call her nervous would be to downplay it. But she sighed softly, and smacked her cheeks with both hands. "Come on Alexa..put yourself together. You knew you were gonna get involved with something like this one day..your path changed forever when you ate that damn fruit..so act like it, and quit being some scared little girl." She said, berating herself as she looked into the mirror that she had been sitting in front of. Once she felt confident enough to stand and leave her room, she sighed and nodded, picking up the two swords she carried to fight with, and strapping the both of them to her left side.

Of course, instead of opening her door, she took a bit of a deep breath and simply walked right through it, the wooden material flowing around her body as if it were water, albeit without water's tendency to cling to things. God, even now that could still be a weird feeling. That being said, she ascended to the top deck, where she would finally address her admittedly small crew.

Of course, Alexa's ship was likely the one that stuck out like a sore thumb. Where these other ships were clearly designed to be able to take combat with ease, The Azure Night looked like a simple merchant ship. It didn't have a ton of cannon, nor was it particularly large, even for a Galleon. Most of its size came from the storage areas below decks. But, that didn't mean it would be a simple task to sink it. Between the funds that they had all put together, they had been able to make their ship a rather sturdy thing, and had even managed to get a few extra cannon on it. But that didn't shake the vibe of 'trading vessel' that clung to this ship due to its design.

But right now, that didn't matter. They were flying their flag just like every other crew in this makeshift fleet. Of course, once the door that led below decks flung open, all eyes were on her. Noir. Kaia. Ryoma. Magar. Pierce. Coranthal. Dumas. Wright. Dumas. Moore. Even Morris. They all were looking to their captain, not to the woman they all constantly joked with. The air of the ship was completely different from usual. This ragtag group of theirs usually was all smiles. But right now, this was serious. Alexa sighed softly.

"I'll be the first to admit that I don't like this. I don't like the idea of being part of some massive fleet sent to attack a city. But this place is full of marines, and our attempts at secrecy for the sake of not getting constantly harassed were held over the fire." She started, looking across the crowd at everyone. The faces of some of the longer term members were solemn..aside from Coranthal. But that was nothing new. She always wore that damn plague mask. You never could read her. But they all knew, this was the real turning point for them. So she sighed again as she continued.

"But..we all knew we would have to make this stand one day. We weren't going to be able to pretend we were just some trading crew who were sailing around to make a profit. It was going to happen before we left for the grand line anyway. That being said..Las Camp. From what Alexander has told me, it's well known as a very large marine base.

Now, I know not everyone here hates marines. I know some of us worked for them at some point or another. But right now, that doesn't matter. When we get there, everyone there who isn't a pirate or a civilian will be shooting to kill. So we can't afford to give them any real mercy, unfortunately. We give them that inch, and we'll have lost a mile. That being said, I don't like the idea of all of us charging in. Right now, I think we'd be best off having a small group. So when we get there, Kaia and I will disembark first.

Everyone else is free to join as soon as they can't see the two of us anymore. I know some crews here are all gung-ho about killing everyone..but that's not what I care about. Just..just stay safe. That's my only real order. Now, let's all get back to our stations. God knows that once things get hectic, people not being in place will be what sinks us."
She said before slowly walking up the stairs that led to the helm of the ship. She stared off into the distance. This was her trial by fire. If she couldn't handle herself here, there was no way she would have been able to show her face back home to show that damn marine the consequences of his actions..

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Howai

Howai

[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways Dorobo
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Name : Tanaka Howai
Epithet : Dorobō
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Head cook
Devil Fruit : Hana Hana no Mi
Haki Level : 4
Attack (ATK) : 220
Defense (DEF) : 220
Reflex (RX) : 340
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4043
Bounty : 20,000,000
Berries : 14,600,000
Posts : 53

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Tanaka Howai
A cute girl, who has a propensity for pickpocketing

The waves were calm and steady. At level two of the Wonderland Hatch, Howai examined the huge “Games room”. On the left hand side she saw a long table. On top of it different delicious looking dishes. In front of it she could see one of the twins. Is that Freya? Howai still could not tell the twins and kept mistaking names.

What she did notice, however, was that she had to prepare more food. Without addressing Freya (or was it Friday?), she went to the large kitchen. There was just a little girl, looting the fruit stocks. With her back turned to Howai she rummaged in the box.

The voice of the new cook interrupted the constant noise of Digging.
With a loud "AAAHHH" Oliver fell head over heels in the box. Howai hurried to help her out. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The two women faced each other and none of them getting out a single word. You could see how embarrassing the situation was for both of them.

The ringing of a transponder snail broke the lingering silence in the kitchen. Without hesitating, or speaking she took up the snail. When she heard the voice on the other end, Oliver's face blushed slightly.

Few minutes passed until she came back. „We have to go. Hurry!“ said Oliver without going into any detail. Oliver grabbed the whole crew and without a second thought, they were all cramped into a way too small-sized boat.

~~~ Sometime later somewhere on the ocean ~~~



Due to her small size, Howai was nearly on the top of the literal pile of humans. At first, she thought it was the better choice, so she wouldn‘t be buried, but at that moment she realized that it wasn't better up there. She was afraid that she would fall into the water. Of course, Becker was nearby, but she was the only one in the crew, who couldn‘t swim.
Cherry didn't make it better with his tries to reach the top. With every attempt, a little water splashed into the cart and Howai's heartbeat became faster. „Please stop, Cherry“ she muttered.
While the others quarreled with each other (like they always do in such situations... not that being pilled is a common situation….), she lay motionless and covered her eyes.

A single remark from the captain silenced everyone until they reached the beach of the island. Just arriving, Howai jumped off the cart, right into the sand and sank on her knees. „Finally it‘s over.“ Howai beamed with joy.

But something wasn‘t right. Kneeling there she didn't get rid of the feeling that someone was watching them...



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Name : Cobalt Stelle
Epithet : Blue Streak / Demon Blade
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : Pirates / Navy
World Position : Shichibukai
Crew : Blue Rose Pirates
Ship : Luna Rosa
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Magnet-Magnet Fruit
Haki Level : 4
Attack (ATK) : 375
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 410
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 277,000,000
Berries : 5,150,000
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Cobalt yawned as she sat cross legged next to the mobile cage that housed what could only be described as a beast over a human being, or at least that's what she preferred to consider him. They had an altercation during a meeting with the navy which had resulted in a rampage, who knew such a sucker could get upset over being turned down. He was of course complaining about the cage in the most obnoxious way possible, perhaps he needed a bit of a taunting to lighten his spirits... or dampen them. "Bullhead, would you like me to sing for you?" She asked knowing he would likely get upset about the nick name, but it was very very fitting for his hot head. This was getting boring and this guy was going to annoy her to no end, if only someone else had shown up to keep her company she wouldn't have minded, but this was just going to make her angry. "Well too bad, cause I'm not going to sing for the likes of you, I'm going to go get something to eat." She taunted as she got up regardless of if he even responded to her in the first place, and thus she would wander off to go raid some food from somewhere, maybe there was some leftovers in the marines mess hall.

She had wandered around for a quite a bit until she found herself a desirable meal, a whole bucket full of barbecued ribs all for her. Sadly however all the wandering had resulted in her getting lost on her way back to taunt the wild animal again, instead she had ended up on the complete opposite side of the island with barbecue stained fingers. Eventually she would have garnered the attention of a marine who had taken the opportunity to tell her she ended up on the wrong side of the island. "HUH! DO YOU THINK I'M LOST!?" She yelled at him angrily, but it was true she did get lost only she was lying through her teeth as if her reputation was on the line, the glare from her unpatched eye was the stuff of nightmares, the kind of visage that earned her the title of demon blade. This also scared the poor scamp away which only got an exasperated sigh out of the Shichibukai, maybe she was being too harsh on the poor lad, she really wasn't as scary as her glare implied, or was she. Oh well it didn't matter, maybe it was a good thing she ended up far away from that caged beast, it was probably bad for her health to be around him. Things were also a bit too quite on this side of the island as well with most of the attention being directed towards the fleet of pirate ships making their approach, perhaps being here might deter any rear assaults, ha look at her being strategic even if it was just an excuse to avoid the wild animal.


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Name : Zenitsu Ashitori
Age : 23
Race : Human
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 90
Defense (DEF) : 85
Reflex (RX) : 195
Willpower (WP) : 20
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
Berries : 5,050,000
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     With the sunset stretching through the leaves, he sat, back up against his favorite tree. Baterilla had been his home for as long as he had known; he knew most of the merchants, and life was quite easy to get by within this tropical town. Yet, this wasn’t the life that he envisioned for himself -- he may get scared easily, but the wanderlust still burned with him. A hefty sigh leaving his body, Zenitsu made sure his family heirloom was well strapped to his waist. A stretch of the arms and a brown sparrow fluttering to rest right atop his head, he slowly walked back towards town, mind filled with the wandering thoughts of where his voyage would lead him….

How? How did it come to this?” His thoughts were interrupted by the shadow of the legendary man standing before him. Djinn. Though being midday, he could not help but feel a chill run straight through his body. The aura exuding from him demanded attention, and even his brown sparrow was unusually quiet, almost as if he was standing at attention. Zenitsu had just been minding his own business, traveling from island to island through whatever mode of travel was available to him. It had been relaxing, watching the starry night skies pass night after night. As Djinn began to speak, however, it quickly became clear that his relaxed nights of travel were quickly going to be a thing of the past…

Breathing heavily, Zenitsu wiped the sweat off his brow, gazing up at the massive man climbing above him. “Does he really need all of those daifukus? Can he make bearing all that weight?” His wandering mind crashed back into reality when a rock careened straight into his face. His brown sparrow chirped while flying nearby; it almost seemed as if it was a mocking call, laughing at Zenitsu’s misfortune. With one last heave, he flung himself over the final edge, falling face first into the ground’s hard embrace.

As he flipped himself over, wiping sweat from his brow, he heard the Black Mage reply “--They’re sitting beside me.” Zenitsu’s appreciation for Garland’s lie quickly turned to a stream of anxious thoughts.
“Alright then, let’s have you two meet the Bonbon X Candies, shall we?”

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Name : Kaia J. Daisuke
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 215
Defense (DEF) : 140
Reflex (RX) : 225
Willpower (WP) : 130
Level : 25
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The hold? Psh. She wasn't one to just laze and wait to complain in the hold. Kaia, of all people, was casually waiting outside Alexa's room. Boats. Always boats. Yea sure, they're the only way to get around the world. But now there were so many. And they way they moved with the waves, Rocking back and forth.

The small, sharply dressed girl let out a gag as she became acutely aware of the boat's movements. It took her a few moments to pull herself back together as she glanced down at the rifle in her hands. Kaia didn't have all the answers - but complaining to Alexa before she has a chance to explain would be a good start! Torn from her thoughts, Kaia fumbled, nearly dropping her weapon as Alexa just phased through the door. That's another thing she wasn't entirely used to yet. Boats. And door phasing.

Kaia would sigh out, moving to slip the strap of her rifle around her body to sling it on her back as she followed Alexa along. Bigger weapons. Always such a hassle. Got to wear it on your back. This is why she preferred her revolver. And, as she slipped into the room after her - the barrel of the rifle getting caught on the door frame briefly - was another reason why she preferred her smaller arm.

Still, the gunslinger would behave. For now. Briefly adjusting her hat as she looked at Alexa while she made her speech. She wasn't really one to make a joke in front of everyone. She wasn't sure if it was the time to do such. But as Alexa walked off, the girl would follow her again. The bootsteps and the gagging of the queezy pirate would be enough to indicate that Kaia was nearby before she spoke.

"Man. Not only are we wrapped up in all this; but you also take the first dibs on complaining about it." the gunslinger would complain a little bit with a light joke. The sharpshooter would lean right on against one of the nearby railings as she huffed out. "You know. Stealing things and shooting people are one thing; but storming an entire base? That's a bit crazy. Who's even on our side - anyone particularly famous?" the woman would ask, "And how would we know. Marines, yea. They're usually in those uniforms. But other pirates? Well. Others might be more noticeable. Maybe even you but me-" Kaia glanced down at her outfit before sighing out softly as she fought the urge to feel queezy. "Why are we even storming this place anyway?" Ah the question of the hour. Most of the others probably knew. But Kaia? Obviously not.
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Name : Laguna Marie
Age : 19
Race : Half Fishman
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 80
Defense (DEF) : 80
Reflex (RX) : 150
Willpower (WP) : 80
Level : 10
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Creak, creak. Creak, groan. Creak, swish. The sounds of a rather gammy boat lazily listing through the waves could be heard as fog rolled in with the ship, using something on the ship to produce the fog so that it could travel shrouded without its crew being seen. What could be seen was the main mast and the main sail that bore the jolly roger of the Millennium Pirate, The Dreaded Captain League, a man that was rumored to have been the captain of his crew for five hundred years, a storied and hallowed history that was designed to instill fear in to the minds of those that heard the story, a crew that never sinks, a crew that never ends, a ship that always sails the ocean. All of it utter crock.

Sitting on the bow of the ship, with a set of ink brushes and little wells of colored ink, a girl sat with her legs crossed on the deck of the Demi-Millennium, drawing a series of cartoonish things while she would hold her hand up and let ink drip from her fingers to refill the wells so she could continue to draw without bothering the quarter master. In the background, the low hum of men working to sea shanties could be heard, the girl, however, minded her own business despite the tri-corn hat that rested upon her head.

What stood out about this girl? It wasn't that she was the smallest on the crew, smaller by several feet. It wasn't that she was blessed with the power of a devil and able to produce ink at will. It was that, despite being on a crew of fish men and merfolk, she was human. Well, relatively speaking. The dark rings around her eyes and hair made out of tentacles made her stick out as clearly not fully human. Laguna Kara Marie, the next in line to become the Dreaded Captain League. HOw'd that work? Well, all good stories trickle in the details as you read, if you wanted all the answers and got them in the first page, that would defeat the purpose of a good story, no? For now, just know that this girl was destined to become Captain League, but deep down, she didn't want it.

It was time to restock the ship's storage, so, docking in at Las Camp, a marine town, might not have been the best choice, though the higher ups in the World Government knew the truth behind the five hundred year old legend, others might not. In fact, it was such a trouble trying to dock at the island, they had to find a spot devoid of marine ships to try and approach so that they could start to resupply. Marie, wanting to get out in to the field after being cooped up on that boat for so long, would utilize the fog brought in by the boat as it washed in to the landing spot, far from marine crews, to cover her escape. Grabbing that giant paint brush the size of a spear, she would get off the boat and make a break for it in to the town for some time to relax, and to work on her art.

"Glub, that kid is going to be the death of me, and likely by my old man's glubbing hand. Glub." Mumbled a man who watched Laguna run from the ship at the helm, the current Captain League. So much was happening already, and so much more would happen, no matter what, Laguna would see to it she at least got one person to know the truth of this legend, and that she wanted to get off of this forsaken crew.

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Akihiko Mori

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Name : Akihiko Mori
Epithet : Bloody Finger
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : 45th Shock Battalion
Crew Position : Commodore
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 150
Reflex (RX) : 200
Willpower (WP) : 150
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It was a brand new day and a brand new week for Akihiko and his crew of misfits. They had arrived at Las Camp ahead of schedule and as such, they were allowed a bit of free time before well, you already know. So here they were, sitting at one of the many restaurants that tended to the marines when Akihiko's Den Den Mushi starting ringing. Sighing as he slowly reached into his pocket to pull out the den den mushi. It had transformed into one of his many superiors appearance as he spoke. "Akihiko present, sir."

The instructions that came from the den den mushi had instructed him to get to the meeting point. Steps were one of the few reasons Akihiko and his crew weren't always in trouble as well, the man(Steps) tended to keep a lookout for the young commodore. This also meant that Akihiko had to keep up his appearance whenever he was in one of the headquarters. Responding with a soft chuckle and a warm smile, Akihiko looked at his crew. "As you command." While still smiling, the male known as Akihiko Mori slowly stood up and then went to pay for his and his crew's meal. "Thanks for the food."

With those words, he pointed his middle finger and pointer finger toward the ceiling and then made a circular motion for the crew to wrap up and head out. Instantly his whole crew had gone quiet, finished their meals, pushed in their chairs and left. With a smile at the waitress and a wink, Akihiko walked toward the door. Awaiting at the door was Jackson and Martha. Jackson holding Akihiko's black and gold coat while Martha simply waited for her commander. Smiling at his two friends, Akihiko grabbed his coat and then put it on. As he had put the coat on it slightly flapped with the movement until settling nicely. "It's about to begin," Akihiko spoke to his two officers. "Make sure the crew is ready."

The two officers; Jackson and Martha nodded their heads and then went outside to join their crew while Akihiko followed after them. As the whole of the 45th Shock Battalion had emerged from the restaurant, Akihiko spoke. "Alright, boys and girls. Our duty is simple. Protect the citizens and stay alive. If you find yourself outnumbered, retreat. Fight dirty, fight hard, and most of all...don't let any pirate escape. You have your orders, now...let's get to it." Akihiko smiled after he said that small little speech and walked toward one of the many docks. As the group got closer and closer, they could see more marines stationed around. Then Akihiko noticed the 118th Battalion, this is where Steps would be. So it meant they had arrived.

Moving his hand, he signaled for his crew to get into position as he got into position.

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Name : Emi Roromiya
Epithet : Smiling Slayer
Age : 17
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Navigator
Devil Fruit : N/A
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 110
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 105
Willpower (WP) : 105
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
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Prove yourself and RISE RISE

While the air was heavy aboard the Scorned Lady, the air around a certain green hair girl was completely different. She wasn't the type of person who let many things get to her. So instead of a look of worry, she wore a smile upon her face as she looked out at the sea that surrounded them. The excitement that she felt from the different flags that she laid her eyes on was hard for her to hold back. She was vaguely aware that each and everyone one of them was much stronger than herself but that didn't make her any less excited to be in their presence.

She would only be broken from the focus she had on the other ships by Nick as he gathered the crew for their captain. Emi tore her eyes away from the sites she was taking in so she could join the rest of, her newly joined, crew to listen to the captain speak. It was obvious that they were some rather small fish in leagues with fish bigger than themselves. That fact still seemed to not bother the swordswomen in the slightest. If those around her thought this odd would surely one day get used to the fact that she was quite the optimist or rather easily excitable.

If she hadn't already been pumped for the kind of situation that they had found themselves in then Miku's speech would have encouraged her. She didn't hesitate to join the crew as they roared out at the end of her speech with a big grin upon her face. It was odder to see her without a smile on her face than without one. This would be something that the crew and all its members would soon learn of her. She had only just recently joined their crew during their last adventure with an ex yonkou. It had been pretty interesting and exciting.

The green-haired girl joined her captain and the first mate upon the former's request. She merely nodded her head when she told the two of them that they had to be a little smarter here than normal. There was definitely a great lot at risk here as they joined all these big hitters and their attack on this island. She looked at her captain as if encouraging her to continue on with her thoughts so that they could truly understand was on her mind. Her mind only wondered a bit as she addressed her first mate as she thought about the fights that were to come for them.

However, as her attention shifted back to Emi she returned her full attention back to the captain. The words that came from Miku's mouth only seemed to please the swordswoman as she was told she would be on the ground with her. Before they could get to the ground, she had been asked to chart a map to help lead Kon and the rest of the crew home if they fell upon trouble. "Aye aye, cap'n. I can definitely whip something up for monkey boy." She was more than willing to do anything that could help Kon in the case that they needed to escape.

Emi would shake her head no with a smile as the bluenette asked if they had any before they continued onward. She had no objections and had no questions that she could think of off the top of her head. Instead, she excused herself so she could work on the task that she had been given by her captain. She found a place that was somewhat quiet and started her work on the map for Kon. She wanted it to be perfect but then again she wanted all of her charting to be perfect no matter what it was for.

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Age : 15
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Crew Position : Navigator
Devil Fruit : Kilo Kilo no Mi
Haki Level : 4
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- RISE -
"Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light."

From above, the two forces looked like little more than lines of ants. The pirate armada a massive swath that was made of numerous shapes and sizes. The ten or so warships that stood in opposition with a number of smaller ships probably half its size.  It was but a matter of time before both sides maneuvered into firing range, and no matter how one looked at it, the position of those Marines was not an enviable one. They were an obstacle that their opponents sought to pass, nothing more. A vanguard thrown to the wolves, one whose sole purpose was to desperately attempt to defang as many as they could before they fell.

Even the small navigator of the Xu Fu was tempted to focus on the base behind them, but the boy was a good little sailor.  Given there wasn’t exactly much charting to be had outside of already prepared escape contingencies, the boy made not a single complaint when told to scope out the enemy ahead from up high, and did exactly as told while keeping himself aloft by holding onto a large sailcloth. The task was one some might have called it pointless, paranoid, but Mazin understood well that one didn't underestimate enemies left with nowhere else to go. The last thing anyone wanted was to have their ship torn to pieces by desperate enemies, especially when sailing ahead of a singular, bloodthirsty mass.

Eventually he descended back down, however, returning to the Xu Fu's deck to a jarring reality as warcries, distant speeches, and barked orders given by unfamiliar voices gave way to those known and maybe perhaps ever so slightly endeared.

As he landed on deck a rather strange trio caught his eye, only to then give him a warm wave in unison as he bundled his sailcloth under his arm. Two girls made up part of the trio, a pair of sisters even younger than him. Beside them was a tall redhead named Whisper, who stood on deck barefoot, as always.

The eldest sister was the first to speak, "Shorty! Welcome back!"

Sensing what was to come, Whisper cut in defusively. "Get a good look at things from up there?"

“Yeah, thanks." Mazin replied, shooting the first girl a cold stare. "And stop calling me short, Estelle, you're just as tall as me! Besides, shouldn't the two of you be inside?"

"Ew, no way! Have you seen some of these ships?! They're so cool! Theres this one ship that I bet you'd totally like the flag of, given your hair n' all, and even one with some clowns."

Mazin blinked. "You mean the Primetime Pirates?" He paused for a moment, thoughtful. Impish, even. "You know, I heard they eat people..."

"Well, they are clowns," Whisper added in casually, "Of course they eat people."

"Yeah, duh! Even I know that, Mazin," Estelle said. Behind her, the younger twin nodded.

Mazin stared at them all, blank-faced. Then Whisper placed a hand on his back, "That said, me and the girls here were actually just making some plans here for when this is all over...I'm sure the Captain and you have your own plans to get ready, yeah?" In turn Mazin nodded dully, giving the other two girls a quick goodbye and his own wave in parting.

With all too much of a reminder of just what he had to fight for, something he suspected was in part Whisper's design while parading them around on deck, he made his way back inside.  He would never admit it aloud, but the pair of girls reminded him of himself before he ran into Sinbad. Although this time he wouldn't be the one stuck staying behind.  

For the first time in a long time, he had something to prove. For once, he was more excited than scared, even if it was this one time that he should be.

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Epithet : Kamehime
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Devil Fruit : Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: Carbonemys
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"Oh boy. D'is 'bout te be a bit of a doozy 'ere boyos. (Oh god, this is going to be a problem.)" With an accent nearly twice as thick as her thicc, the woman with ginger hair and crocodile-like teeth found herself astonished by the big fucking picture. See, it donned on her a bit late. She had been playing cards with the boys and didn't hear the alert going off that there were pirates nearby. Why in teh fuck are d'eze lads in last camp? (Why are there pirates here in Las Camp??) The woman thought to herself as she rose up from the lawn chair that was somehow supporting her massive arse.

She'd move herself over to the nearest lookout tower, raising her hand upwards and peering out over the great blue. She was flabbergasted and completely taken unawares. If these bastards wanted a tussle in the sheets, they were going to get more than they bothered for. That much she was sure of. Luckily, the woman never took off her weapons of war. She was ready to throw down with any and every single one of the bastards. It didn't matter to her whom wanted the sauce, she would give it to them kindly.

She'd stroke a beard that never existed. Spitting out of her mouth towards the ground before raising up her wrists and checking the amount of fluid left in her canisters. Thank the gods that she somehow still had the brainpower to think to keep the damn things full. Unfortunately for these pirates, she was a bit of a pit master. And if they wanted to be hogs offering themselves up to be roasted, then she'd happily oblige.

Moving over towards the balcony of the lookout tower she'd leap off the edge and land with a thud. Good thing the fall wasn't so bad, she would dust off her tight leather suit and would place her hands on her hips. Eyes narrowed as she made her way across the base to meet up with individuals whom might have been more of her speed. She was a heavy practitioner of bombastic justice. That was to say, she liked to leave her victims barely recognizable. It was a form of excessive justice that was far more...entertaining. Far more...intimate. To that end, she loved the way it felt to beat the shit out of a pirate. Today would be no different.
 
Arrogance was her vice typically, but it seemed as though today of all days...that was no longer the case. Strangely enough, she found herself completely and utterly caught off guard by how many people were here freaking out. She'd approach one of the higher-ups, speaking to them with an attitude as she crossed her muscled arms underneath her weighty breasts.

"I dun' quite comprehen' how'n ere'one is freakin' oot. Buncha p*ss*es if'n I say so mi'self. (Is there something special about the enemy? Why is everyone behaving so cowardly?)" She seemed completely put off by what she was told, until her comrade explained the situation to her fully. She listened intently, but was only able to make out a few words. 'Blah blah blah, Yonko Crew, blah blah blah, Supernovas, Blah, Trouble, Blah, I'm a p*ss*e.' She got the gist and scratched at her chin for a moment before she placed a hand on her comrades shoulder. "JOOSTACE WILL'N BE DISPENSED!! (We got this, mate.)" With excitement behind her voice she would turn from the comrade and sprint off to join the main gathering horde of Marines. It was time to show just what a commodore was capable of.



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PIRATES


A year or so ago at Prodence Kingdom...

A harmony of laughs and childish squeaks littered the Gardens of Memory. A complete history of Prodence kingdom could nearly be told by simply walking among the trimmed hedges of kings and queens, knights and rivals, and heroes who were never named.

Ursus Berengar grunted and roared as playfully as a fifteen-feet-tall bear mink could. He lay flat on the grass, his large belly acting as a makeshift trampoline for no less than ten tiny humans. The children took turns crawling up along his soft, furry arms, racing up his chest before launching themselves off of the big, fat bear.

"That's enough children, Uncle Garr must be tired now." A delicate but firm voice demanded the attention of the happy little tykes. The demand was met with a chorus of "aww"s. The bear mink embraced the lot of them and rubbed his fluffy head and braided beard against them, drawling out an affectionate "Garrrchuuuuuu~!". The contradiction between his menacing voice and friendly tone incited the disciplinarian of the children to giggle.

"Fuhuhuhuhu~ Alright~ It's time for bed. Geoffrey, please take the children back to their parents." The troop of noble offsprings lined up with pouts and lingering raspberries behind the dark, suited gentleman who would escort them.

Queen Elizabella stepped forward slowly, the gold accents of her frilled gown grazing on the freshly mowed grass. She stood in silence beside Berengar with a clear view of the ocean.

The bear yawned loudly, prompting the queen to pin down her frock lest it turn inside out from the gust raised by the exhale. "You're thinking about leaving soon, aren't you?"

The yonkou sighed. A subtle smile exposed his canines as he spoke. "You can't keep a wild bear trapped in a stone castle, Bella. The ocean is my home, as this kingdom is yours. If I never left, I would run out of stories to tell those brats. After all, it's a pirate's life for me."

Presently, near Las Camp's sole harbour...

Volleys from hundreds of cannons rained iron and death upon the hulking warships flying the Navy Seagull. Just as many munitions of destruction streaked across the distance to bring vengeance upon the pirate armada.

"Wut da heck argh we dooin', Commandurr-roo?! Dose whoresheeps argh gonnu rip uz do shreds-aroo!" The kangaroo mink's words might have sounded concerned, but the bloodthirsty crescent grin on her snout spoke louder.

The panther mink shooed her away. "If you hadn't slept through the meeting, Roo, you would know what the plan is! Hell, I'm impressed that Boomer didn't spill the beans prematurely to you. We're lucky that Kita's with him, or I would've bet on him butchering this job."

Roo flourished her hot-pink mane and flared her burgundy tailcoat with sass few minks could match.

The panther mink walked to a sickly den den mushi and placed a one-way call meant to reach all ships allied in this assault. "This is Panther Lily. The plan is simple. When you see the signal, punch through to the harbour and clear the way up to the central base. Here a--"

Roo interfered with a snappy suggestion. "Maaaybeee ju shood tell dem (und me) wut da seegnul iz-aroo."

"SHUT YOUR CLUCKING MUZZLE, ROO! I TOLD YOU, YOU SLEPT THROUGH THE PLAN! EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS WHAT THE ZOU-DARNED SIGNAL IS!!!"

A united "Ehhhhh! The commander's mad agaaaaain!" sounded on the deck of the Laguz. Roo was entirely unfazed by the lashing out she'd fallen victim to, as she'd already busied herself with cleaning her flintlocks.

The commander cleared his throat and continued as if he hadn't just blown a gasket on the mic. "As I was saying, invade the harbour landing once you see the signal." He unrolled a sheet full of names of the allied crews and provided directions on the flanks he expected them to take once they'd landed.

Of all the hullabaloo made about the signal, the only "signal" the Feral Pirates had promised as part of "the plan" was "a festival of fireworks"; whether this signal was unmistakable or not remained to be seen.

The wait was not long. A chain of explosions was triggered upon the keels of a good number of the marine warships, damning them to a watery grave with little hope for rescue.

A feline smirk settled on the commander of the Feral Pirates.


NAVY


The Iron Beast rattled his steel cage violently, the sea stone links of his cuffs whipping against the bars. "I'm gonna shove my fuckin' tail up your rear, you blue cunt! Where are you going?! You scared that I might rip your demon ass? Yeahhhhh, walk away like the stubby little bitch that you are!"

The spectacled vice admiral leaned against the cage casually. "I hope you can see that Demon Blade already left. If not, I've got a spare pair of glasses you can borrow - though I'm not sure they'd fit on that big head of yours."

Redhand laughed from above, his cackle as dangerously loud as ever.

The detained shichibukai punched the cage, his knuckles unfazed despite the sturdy build of his temporary prison. "Whatever. Just let me out when the fighting starts. I refuse to sit here and wallow in boredom. I'll wreck their entire crew alone if you want."

Warp retorted with a tone sharper than the Iron Beast's claws. "You're a smart boy, even if you try hard not to look like one. I'm sure you know well enough that there are some real monsters on that crew besides Firebear'd himself. Monsters who'd love to use dinosaur bones for toothpicks."

The string of explosions at the harbour silenced the humour bred at the expense of the dinosaur-man. Rubill laughed maniacally, his hands squeezing between two bars demanding to be unchained. With a heavy sigh, Vice Admiral Gordon liberated the Iron Beast.

The shichibukai stepped forward near the edge of the platform beaming like a crow at a feast of corpses. Half the island stretched between them and the harbour, but that was no long walk for a bloody dinosaur.

The redhead's flesh morphed and thickened, his skin turning orange and scaly. Claws grew out of his nails, and his flat teeth turned into fangs that would put even a carnivorous mink to shame.

His height in the form of a dinosaur was smaller than one might expect, for he barely reached twice as high as the Demon-in-glasses (who himself was only 5'10"/178cm). But, his body from his nostrils to the end of his tail outstretched even the average longboat, and his steps were heavy enough to shake the earth ominously.

The ceratosaurus stretched his long neck and twisted it with grace, his wavy red hair flailing like a horse's mane. He drew a deep breath and roared, the dreadful trumpet of war likely reaching the farthest ends of the island and perhaps even the approaching onslaught.

"Try not to get yourself killed. And remember, there might still be some civilians left. I don't expect you to rescue them, but I demand that you keep them clear of your shenanigans. Understood?" There was no whimsy in Gordon's voice; his order was absolute.

The shichibukai merely huffed and glared at the incoming fleet, its silhouette obscured by the blaze wrought by the harbour bombing. His pupils narrowed before he broke into a mad dash, charging towards the first line of defence.

The younger vice admiral turned to another marine officer to relay more orders. "Contact all battalions close to the docks. Any civilians that we haven't already evacuated should be our top priority. And find a way to contact Demon Blade. Have her sent to the middle-guard with the 86th."

A few minutes ago in a quiet corner at the harbour...

A wallaby mink and a snow leopard mink whispered bloody murder at each other, arguing over some nonsense or another.

"Gaaaroorooroooroo! Ah don't think yew underthand, Kita-ko," complained Boomer, slapping his thick tail on the flagstone pavement.

"To be honest with you, Boomer-san, I don't understand you most of the time anyway-nya."

The wallaby mink hopped anxiously, punching the air a few times as if satisfying a tic. "Yew gotth a mean threak. What I'm thaying ith that yew gotth to pretthh that thwitch to trigger the boomer-bonth."

Kita sighed and tightened the bandana around his forehead. "You're no fun-neko. What's the point of having a lisp if your friends can't tease you about it-meow?" The wallaby whined and hurried his partner. "Jutht pretthh the thwitch already. Bagh-than thaid he doethn't want me to pretthh it mythelf."

Kita giggled like a school-kitty. "Did you already forget how you almost blew up Gorrey last time-mew? Uncle Bagh would have to listen to our angry chef's rants again if he let you blow stuff up so soon after the accident-kita."

Boomer shrugged. Deciding against teasing the wallaby some more, Kita pressed the switch that would result in the sinking of the harbour's defence.

After the cacophony of blasts quietened, a young man's voice addressed the two furry terrorists. "You... shouldn't... have... done... thaaaat..."

A young uniformed officer stood in a balcony overlooking the narrow street where the two minks conspired. Each word he spoke came out so lazily that one might forget how the sentence even started. He pulled the ends of his woolly hood closer together as if he were trying to hide his face. His big blue eyes were listless, his stare completely uninterested.

Only an awkward moment later did the minks hear an impish snore betraying the reason behind the marine's silence. "Rear Admiral Steps! Please wake up! The infiltrators already escaped!"

The Black Sheep of the Navy jerked back into consciousness with a girly squeal. "Nooo... my popcorn...!"

"There is no popcorn, sir! You were dreaming, sir!"

Lute (Rear Admiral Steps) whined and pouted, though he was too lazy to do both at the same time. He leaned over the balcony a bit... a bit more... and then some more until he fell off of it. The boy-officer fell into a cloud of cotton, laying on his side and curling up into a ball as the cloud floated closer to the impending chaos.





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Age : 24
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Crew : The Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Position : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Specialization : Busoshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 400
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 420
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Hoisted off the ground, the Captain made his body as limp as possible, making it difficult for Dax to lift him up without excess effort. The cook swung him from side to side effortlessly like a human sized plush pillow. Putting on his most innocent of faces, from the outside looking in, it'd seem as if the Captain was a child being bullied, like in any standard cliche high school scene from a slice of life manga strip. The happy-go-lucky mood wasn't quite synching up to the environment aboard their vessel. Slaves operating a ship out of fear and neither did it match the scene around them, with an impending Marine Fleet waiting to rip them to shreds.

Maintaining a steady pace, not yet utilising the rigged ship's full sail, Newport secured his position at the back of the fleet. Looming several hundred meters ahead, however, was the Marine's Fleet which stretched across the perimeter of the harbour. Newport wasn't particularly fond of the idea that this exchange would become a naval battle, because judging from most of the pirates in the fleet, they were all rag tag members of a group assembled for this whimsical siege. How many of these Captains had actually successfully carried out volleys? Handled a ship that was taking on water and in times of peril, applied the appropriate repairs to secure the safety of their crew?

As the helmsman panicked internally, the level of the danger Castor had placed them in excited Dax, causing him to rest the Navigator down, as he'd scope out the situation.

'Purururu Purururu Clank!'

A one way call came through, changing the faces of all the on ship Den Den Mushi to that of a Panther's face. As the transponders relayed the message, the Firebear'd crewmate explained the plan moving forward and the importance of this 'signal'.

Gashi Gashi Gashi

"Sounds super reliable." Castor declared sarcastically.

As soon as the call finished, about two minutes after, silenced filled the waters. A few of the pirate vessels stopped their ships, and others continued sailing onwards in belief of Panther's signal. Anticipating the incoming momentum, Castor began to bark orders around the ship.

"Look-out! Talk to me about what you're seeing out there! Everyone to your stations prepare to fully cast all the sails at my command!"
Almost like clockwork, as several vessels in the Pirate Fleet hastened their pace, the Wailing Calamity sailed forward to the center of the fleet. Several loud explosions blasted from beneath the water and almost like magic, the perimeter of ships that once blocked the harbour's entrance, sunk below surface level. "Cast the sails! Go! Go!" Castor shouted.

Shuffling around the Full Rigged vessel like ants, the ship that was only sailing using its main mast, had now opened up the remainder of its sails. Quickening the massive behemoth's pace, the goddess of Misfortune from which the craft bore as its namesake had cursed the marine forces in this moment. Sailing towards the front and gaining speed, the Nox Pirates blasted through the scraps of sinking warships and castaway marines, using it's Sea King carcass fixtures as battering rams to clear the path for smaller vessels behind them.

Once in the harbour, Newport gave the command to open fire towards the forces on the land. The canons rattled off their volleys towards the already assembled marine forces, causing dismay in the men's formation. Opening his Three Eyes widely at the thrill of the moment, Castor began to whistle his ominous tune once more.

"Newport. Don't sail too far into the harbour. Anchor at about fifty meters away from the port's entrance. I'll take Goldie with me to shore. Remember our objective for being here. I want Firebear'd to owe me a favor. It might come in handy eventually in Paradise."Castor declared ominously. Wrapping his hand around Dax's shirt collar, the Logia User lunged off the side of the ship, transforming his legs into lightning and shooting across the sky.

On land, the marines prepped their weapons to intercept any incoming ships that were preparing to dock. Crash landing in the centre of the front line's formation, an electrical field spanned outward suddenly. The formation shaken slightly, each man lunged backwards in attempts of identifying the unidentified phenomenon that was occurring at the heart of their ranks. As Castor's body began to regain form, he tossed Dax onto the ground, reaching towards his back to remove his Nodachi - Summer Rain.

Dressed in his traditional kimono wear and having his hair pinned up in one, the pirate captain rested his blade's dull side on his shoulder, tapping his sandals against the concrete floor to adjust to it's texture. The fresh sea air gushed along the dock, as the sound of frantic breathing and murmurs overloaded his electro radio's field. Chatter from marine transponder's revealed them relaying their situation to Las Camp HQ, confirming Castor O. Nox's arrival.

Gashi Gashi Gashi Gashi

"Good Evening!"
Castor exclaimed chuckling, as he'd grin menacingly.

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As Dax slowly placed the impish captain back onto the wooden deck, while his whole body turned towards the battleship filled sea and the allure of the impending battle. His gold laced bits knocked between his knees as they gently swayed in the salty sea breeze, with a smile Dax shouted to his captain. "Aight ya short fuck!" fists planted firmly on his hips, displaying himself bare to the world, "Who we killin first~!" He hummed with an almost musical tone. Though before his question could be answered, he was interrupted by the puru puru of the den den mushi. As the panther mink continued, the bloodlust inside of the goldmonger began to swell, the thought of killing and the overpowering smell of gold in the air had begun to cloud his better judgment as well. Once he finished and Castor shouted his orders, desperately trying to seem like a bigger man than he was to the slaves he ordered around, while Dax quickly returned to his quarters and gathered his things. Slipping into his pants and coat, as well as collecting his bag o' gold before returning back to the deck.

There he was greeted with the sound of cannon fire echoing and the smell of gunpower in the air. The crew scurried around like mice dancing to Newport's tune as he commanded the ship with a veterans skill, pulling knots and loosing sails like their lives depended on it, which it very well may, given their current captors. Dax moved up next Castor and glanced over at him for a moment, noticing that his third eye was open and he was whistling a particularly ominous tune before turning his attention back towards land, erupting in a malicious golden fanged smile before echoing the same tune with whistling of his own. The pair stood on the ships edge, side by side as they overlooked what would soon become their battlefield, a place that held glory for some and nothing but a graveyard for others. The duo continued their tune in perfect harmony with one another, much to Newport's surprise as he looked on for just a moment, thinking that for just this instance the pair looked like friends.

The Goldmonger continued to whistle as Castor spoke his orders to Newport and before he could retaliate at the distaste of the nickname the imp had taken to calling him, he was soaring through the air, being carried like a giant package by the little man. As they landed, Dax hit the ground on both feet and immediately dispersed a field of gold dust around the immediate vicinity. He glanced over at his captain, who had already drawn his blade, "Ain't this excitin?" he said snickering as the gold dust around drifted in the air around them, twinkling as the light reflected off the flakes.

As the duo did cool superhero landings, the marines had gathered their wits and moved to surround the pair, guns drawn on them. "Don’t back down men! Fire!!" The leading officer yelled, pulling the trigger on his rifle before the others, before they quickly did the same. As the bullets whistled through the air, they were intercepted in the clouds of golden dust that encompassed the two pirates. Without a seconds hesitation, Dax quickly coated the bullets in gold and quickly returned each one to its gunner with such force it pierced their hearts.

"Well fuck, that was easy." He snickered as the immediate threat had been dispatched, collecting the gold back from the corpses and running their pockets, taking several wallets and a watch that were promptly stuffed into his duffle bag.


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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Bounty : 32,500,000
Berries : 55,000
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The Rascal found herself standing at the bow of the Scorned Lady again. The marines were firing volley after volley of cannon fire at the gathered armada of Pirates. The cacophony was deafening and Miku stared at the stars blinking in and out in the distance. None of the cannonballs were even near her Scorned Lady, apparently aiming for some of the larger and deadlier ships. Made sense and she knew it was one of the few benefits of having an underwhelming vessel.

Blood was beginning to pump faster through Miku’s veins as she waited for some kind of signal to commence the raid on Las Camp. The fortifications made by the Marines were easily seen from here and she wondered how she ever thought the Marines on her home island were a threat. It felt as if she was going mad as she realized how insane her life had gotten, each crack of thunder causing her to pulse to increase. A wicked grin appeared on her face as she slowly started strapping on her Pirate Knuckles, rolling up her sleeves to reveal her vambraces, and began realizing how excited she was.

In the distance a chain of explosions lit across the decks of the Marine warships that had been forming the main line of defense from invaders. The ships quickly began to sink as the explosions seemed to signal all the other Pirate Crews to advance. “Let’s join the party boys!” Miku yelled at the top of her lungs as she leaned forward on the railing. This was it, it was time to show the world how Rowdy this Rascal could really get!

Soon the Scorned Lady found herself pulling into the now Pirate infested harbor of Las Camp. The sound of fighting, cannon fire, yells, and overall chaos only fueled Miku’s excitement. “Emi, let’s get going!” The captain yelled to her swordswoman as she began to run towards the side of the ship to hop down onto the deck. “You’re in charge Kon, keep our boys safe!” Were Miku’s final words as she leaped over the deck’s railing and landed on the harbor of Las Camp. Of course she landed next to one of the Marines who had been left to defend the harbor from troublemakers, like herself. The Marine was rather young looking with a rifle in his hand; he had apparently been waiting for the Meddling Kids to storm off the Scorned Lady, not expecting her to sail right over him to land just behind him.

“Two for flinching!” Miku shouted as she saw the look of surprise on the young Marines face. She followed up this statement with a quick jab in his gut and an uppercut which sent the poor sap into the waters below. The Rascal had held her punches as she didn’t want to tire out too early and figured her crew could deal with the waterlogged chump if he decides to take another crack at the Meddling Kids.

“Emi! That’s one down for me!” Miku yelled this as she saw another group of Marine’s on the way to intercept them. “Let’s make this a fun lil competition!” There were several fights breaking out and Miku momentarily wondered how many of them knew what was really going on. The approaching Marines quickly forced her to dismiss the thought. Her crew was brought on to cause trouble and make noise, that was something she could do.

The Rascal stood before the marines, her untucked navy blue dress shirt fluttering in the wind, her blue eyes glaring at the approaching Marines from under the shadow cast by her cap. Her wicked grin grew again as she slammed her fists together, showing of the skull and crossbones emblazoned on the back of her vambraces and Knuckles. “Let’s get Rowdy!” Miku shouted as she charged the small group. ‘Gah, that sounded so much cooler in my head.’ The Rascal thought to herself as she ran off the dock and onto land proper to meet the Marines head on.


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Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 350
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 335
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 160,000,000
Berries : 50,000
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The tireless waves of the ocean had washed a covey of dunces ashore. Crimson eyes peered down with unreserved judgment at the fools climbing up the precarious face of the cliff. Acacia was not above letting his first impressions of someone dictate how he treated them. And his first impressions thus far of his new crewmates were less than stellar - even though he had yet to meet them.

Watching the bickering clowns was like watching a group of two-year-olds trying to build an artistically respectable sand castle together. A gentler person might have doted on the gaggle, but Acacia was never known for his patience with children or buffoons. Speaking of children, there seemed to be two or three in the approaching circus.

"Why does the New Revolutionary Army let children into their ranks? Don't we judge the Marines for recruiting child soldiers?" Acacia remarked casually to the Revolutionary General, his gaze still fixed upon his crew-to-be.

Garland adjusted his rectangular-frame glasses with a deadpan expression and responded. His voice was always smooth and clear, like an experienced teacher's. "Tyranny doesn't discriminate by age. We judge the Navy for conscripting child soldiers. Only their circumstances forced these young ones to join the NRA. We just offered shelter and a helping hand."

The fair-haired general paused until Acacia's eyes met his. "They choose to fight because they believe in our mission. Maybe it's time to ask yourself why you fight."

Acacia lowered his head humbly, mumbling more to himself than his superior. "I ask myself that question every day."

Three years ago... (So what if I said I'm not a timekeeper? Leave me alone.)

The spiky-haired marine commodore stomped his foot at attention and saluted his senior officer with a respectful "Yes, sir!" before exiting the office.

A blonde rear admiral stood outside leaning against the wall with her arms folded and her eyes closed. A glib smile curved her small mouth. "Since when did you turn into a sycophant, Aka-chan. Being a yes-man isn't like you."

The two marines started down the wooden corridor. The square windows looked out at hundreds of incomplete constructions. Marineford had yet to recover fully from the final battle of the Conqueror's War. As eager as Acacia was to fight evil bastards, he was thankful that he was stationed elsewhere during that cataclysmic battle.

"I don't have a choice but to kiss ass if I'm gonna keep up with you. Seriously, are you sure you aren't seducing the admiralty to get promoted?" Briar knew he didn't mean it, but still, she didn't spare this opportunity to loop her arm around his neck and grind her knuckles into his head.

"Ow, ow, ow! Careful, all that seducing will have gone to waste if someone sees you bullying a fellow officer." Briar released him from the chokehold, but not before nearly pinching his ear off.

"I outrank you. Being able to bully my subordinates is just one of those perks that come with my rank. Besides, I bet some of the perverts here would pay money to watch me bully you."

Acacia giggled and soothed his red-as-a-beet earlobe. The pair turned to a corridor and descended a winding staircase leading to the base's exit.

"At the rate that you're climbing ranks, I really won't be able to keep up with you, y'know?" Acacia's playful smile had faded.

Briar stopped and turned to her junior officer, mesmerising him—as she often did—with her deep blue eyes. "There is a simple answer for why you can't keep up. You don't have a purpose, Aka-chan. The only reason why you want to become an admiral is because I want to. That's not enough. I really hope that you find your own reason to fight one day."

Presently...

Bonbon X had arrived - the term "circus" was truly fitting for this bunch. A flamboyant fishman, a furry beast, a monstrous thing (what the hell even is he?)... three brats, a pair of twins, a princess, and a prince... This oughta be fun.

"Ehhhh, so these two are the newbies. How boring. No thank you," said the chestnut-haired little urchin. He sat royally atop the broad shoulder of the skull-masked creature.

"Now, now, Cherry-kun. Please do not be unkind to our new friends." The purple-skinned creature's mellow voice contradicted every bit of his terrifying appearance. He cautiously offloaded the little brat onto the rocky ground as if he were an expensive toy being returned to its box upon a parent's command.

Cherry snappily added to his earlier rejection while pointing at the shorter of the two strangers. "That man's hair looks like a plate full of potato fries."

His finger then aimed at Acacia. "And I don't like the look on his face. He looks like a serial killer. Or a terrorist. Or both."

Angry veins threatened to pop on Acacia's forehead as his fists clenched. Garland placed a calming hand on the ill-tempered revolutionary's shoulder before he retorted. "That's enough, Cherry. This terrorist serial killer is going to be your first mate, you know?"

Judging by their shocked expressions, this information was news for the Bonbon X. "Are you kidding me?! You can't just throw in some random guy into our crew and expect us to lick his boots! I would accept Becker as our first mate before this loser. I, for one, w--"

A blood-curdling roar of some beast in the distance interrupted Cherry's complaint. The sounds of cannon fire had submersed the other side of the island for the past hour or so.

"The battle seems to be heating up. We don't have much time to waste. Hurry up and make your introductions so that we can get started on our mission," Garland urged.

With a deep inhale, Acacia stepped in front of Bonbon X and bowed like a transfer student introducing himself to his new classmates. "My name is Acacia. Please take care of me." His words were terse and emotionless as if he were reciting a memorised greeting. The tone only provoked Cherry into mocking him with a "hmph".

Garland waited for everyone to introduce themselves before continuing. "Ronx, Becker, it doesn't look like you left anyone to watch the ship. I was informed that you had a prisoner on board not long ago." The general allowed them to justify their decision (or forgetfulness) before shrugging.

"Doesn't matter now. Alright, Bonbon X, here's our mission. Price was very confident that the Reverie's location change was a ruse, and that it is, in fact, still being held at Mariejois. But, he insisted that there is a Cipher Pol VIP at this base that might help us understand why the NRA was blamed for the incident at Lumina bridge." He paused, moving the orange scarf around his neck to a more comfortable position.

"The navy will be distracted by the pirate assault. We will be using that to sneak in (though I might be expecting too much here). Once we're closer to the base, we'll split up into smaller groups and search for the VIP. We don't know who exactly we're looking for, so you may need to use some of your brilliant deductive skills - or your advanced interrogation skills; I leave that to your discretion." Garland tucked a few beige locks behind his ear and spun around on one foot, starting the trek towards the Las Camp base. Acacia followed without any questions or complaints.



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Anton La'croix

Anton La'croix

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Name : Anton La'croix
Epithet : Screaming Mantis
Age : 23
Race : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : New Tarot Knight Circle
Ship : Arcanum Arcanorum
Crew Position : Merchant
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 200
Defense (DEF) : 180
Reflex (RX) : 215
Willpower (WP) : 170
Level : 27
Experience Points : 2781
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Everything had exploded into absolutely chaos. Granted, this was a battle, no, more like a war, between one of the most powerful pirate crews on the open seas. But still, it was nothing Anton had ever faced before. The cannons were firing on both sides, pirates were now swarming the docks and engaging the marines head on, and to top it all off, Anton had gotten separated from Celia during the chaos. Normally, Anton would be screaming his head off in a blind panic, but this level of fear seemed to go beyond that. His mind was geared straight onto survival.

To make things a little bit more complicated, Anton was currently in his hybrid form, swinging at any pirate that got close. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but when one is fighting a bunch of Mink pirates, especially in this sort of chaos, a zoan devil fruit user had the unfortunate tendency to be confused with the enemy. The end result was Anton having to deliver a few kicks to his fellow marines, who got too close and mistook him for one of the pirates. Needless to say, this extra level of thread was NOT helping Anton's psych at all. But the strange thing was, Anton wasn't screaming during all this. Oh, his eyes were bugging out of his head, and he looked like he was close to having a heart attack, but he was completely silent as he fought his way through the crowd. He wasn't heading in any direction. He was just trying to get out of this madness alive.

He wasn't even sure how long the fighting had been going on for. It seemed to stretch out for an eternity, yet very little time had passed at all. When he wasn't screaming and flailing around like a madman, Anton actually proved to be a small force to be reckoned with. Pirates were starting to give him a little bit of breathing room, and the marines were at least able to take a little bit to realize Anton was on their side. This brief little reprise allowed Anton to at least look around, try to put his thoughts together, and try to figure out what to do next.

“Let’s get Rowdy!”

Anton's eyes turned over to see a young woman in blue charging towards the marines. For a brief moment, there was a flash of recognition. He hadn't met her before, but he had seen her. On a wanted poster. What was her name? Anton couldn't take the time to remember. All he knew was that she was a pirate, a dangerous one. At least now, Anton had someone to focus on.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Anton shouted out, kicking off of the ground and shooting towards the charging young woman. He was a marine. He was here to fight pirates. And as much as he hated the job, he was going to do it.


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Issen Hachiyo

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Name : Issen Hachiyo
Epithet : Fog Machine
Age : 9
Race : Cyborg
Faction : Marine - Lieutenant Commander
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 90
Defense (DEF) : 100
Reflex (RX) : 125
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
Berries : 50,000
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Issen Hachiyo, in his short career as a marine, was woefully under prepared for the magnitude of the catastrophe at hand. He swung down Deviant against another cutlass in the sea of steel and flesh. It wasn't the first time that his attack had come out haphazardly and with reckless abandon. The attach rang like a bell in a tower, instantly lost with so many other sounds etched into Issen's perfect memory.

Every pistol fired, blood spilled and war cry let loose shot through his ears and stayed between them forever. Never before had Issen's senses come under such ungodly assault. They each pulled him away from the enemy's sword.

The assault on his ears was nothing compared to the maelstrom erupting in the plaza. The scene was so far removed from the Gentle Justice of Issen's daydreams, yet there was so little Issen could do about it. He was helpless. A rock under the pressure of a river gushing in the from the ocean. He couldn't stand it. Issen desperately needed breath.

"Brilliant Daydream Charge!"

In a panic, Issen thrust himself against the river's flow of enemies. The sword struck the backs and arms of a dozen or so enemies in a flash. Crippled or incapacitated, the rush of enemies flushed out of the clearing. A bit quieter, a bit softer, a bit less suffocating, Issen felt himself breathe again for a moment. But, it was only a moment.

Marine and pirate alike spilled into the gaps, and again Issen was thrust into an unforgiving fray of fighting.

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Laurel O’Halloran

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Name : Laurel O'Halloran
Epithet : Hundred-Faced O’Halloran
Age : 48
Race : Human
Faction : Pirates
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Apollo’s Pompokolin
Ship : Xu Fu
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Bake-Danuki
Haki Specialization : Kenbunshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 370
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 177,000,000
Berries : 50,000
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Sea winds were favorable, but not to the defenders of Justice for this hour. Marine ships were overrun as pirates swarmed them by way of cannonfire and, when the size differences were lopsided enough, simply smashing through them, staining the ocean with blood and bits of broken plank. The marines’ upper brass might record the event as a valiant defense against a behemothic enemy. Laurel only saw an unmitigated slaughter.

Making landfall took significantly less time than expected, and as such, much of the true chaos was expedited as well. Instead of landing directly in the Las Camp harbor—or rather, because the Xu Fu was too big for it, and Laurel had no appetite to compete with other ships for space—they were docked some ninety meters away, where everything could still be closely monitored, and those less capable of combat could still provide support through the ship’s cannons.

The plan was simple. Laurel’s crew was to scout, and skirmish, and infiltrate. Find chinks in the armored fortress to take advantage of, and keep the marines too distracted to find out about it. If they could find anything of value and take it with them, they could have it. Laurel had to give the Feral Pirates credit where it was due; they had done their research, and assigned them a task worthy of their skills.

It was also around that same time the Xu Fu took note that one individual, presumably more hired muscle, was barreling through the ranks of pirate and marine alike like a stampeding bull, but too far away to catch any details.

That was also why she urged her crew to remain vigilant and to refrain from drawing too much attention to themselves. Those out for Blood for the Blood God and Skulls for the Skull Throne would get their wish in spades. Managing all of this was Whisper. Not only was she the only other crew member in the Xu Fu with any prior experience as a captain, but she and her henchmen had braved the New World in the past, and they were more than capable of handling the chaos in Laurel’s absence, especially the Twin Pups, who looked excited at the prospect of firing the cannons after Whiskeyjack had taught them the proper use and maintenance. Sado, meanwhile, had special permission to invoke Darling’s name if she made any attempt to sabotage the operation. Sleepy was still Sleepy.

Laurel would summon Mazin, the last crewmate accounted for, and take him with her to the mainland, effortlessly dodging stray bullets as they flew through the air with the help of their respective Devil Fruits. It hardly took a minute before they reached the harbor proper, where they swooped down on unsuspecting marines like hawks catching their prey, knocking them out before they could even make a sound.

Over in the short distance, Laurel noticed a well-dressed man who paid only cursory attention to the carnage that unfolded, instead looking over the wounded it left in its wake. Whether he was a medic or a looter—or both—she could not say or judge. Whatever the answer, discretion was the better part of valor, and he appeared to be a man who knew this well. She nodded in understanding, turning back to Mazin, and to her duties.

“According to the map visual Panther Lily shared with us, there are quite a number of flanking towers here,” Laurel said, craning her neck with a hand over her eyes. “It’s impressive, really. Almost like a castle. And any castle worth its salt is sure to have wards, and with them, corridors that will expedite travel for those inside. It’s just a matter of—”

“BWAH! I-It's her! The Hundred-Faced Supernova!”

Laurel looked to her right to a group of three Marines, their rifles pointed at her and Mazin, aim unsteady, brows sweating. Past them stood an open doorway peering inside to what appeared to be a mess hall, but likely went deeper.

“Well, that was easy,” Laurel said.

“Calm yourselves, ensigns!” one of them barked, hiding his worry underneath a sneer. Laurel glanced at the insignia emblazoned on his uniform’s shoulders; he was a lieutenant, and judging by his youthful age and proud defiance, the promotion was recent. Few things were more insufferable than authority drunk on power. “If you actually did your research you’d know these ones don’t like violence.”

“But sir, then why are they here?”

“Shut up! Just follow my orders and we can take the old biddy down, and shorty here with her!”

The ensigns suddenly grew deathly pale. One was about ready to faint. The lieutenant’s words were not just a violation of common decency, but also of common sense. When he stopped giving his subordinates confused looks and turned around, he realized, too late, the severity of his faux pas.

“Hammer time,” Laurel stated, and a brightly-colored, giant toy hammer crashed down on the lieutenant like a judge’s gavel, embedding his face into the ground, knocking him out cold. Mazin had disappeared, or so it seemed; in fact, he was now inside the hammer, swapping between light and heavy weights on his captain’s verbal commands, holes poked through the hollow inside of the hammer so he could breathe. The ensigns dropped their rifles as they looked on with terror, eyes popping out and jaws agape.

“Get in line, boys,” she continued, smiling prettily as she repeatedly tapped the hammer’s shaft over her palm. “It seems your disciplinary training could use some refinement.”

“WE DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING—!!!”

The only thing Mazin would hear were the screams of the marines as they were both swatted away—or maybe more accurately, catapulted away—with an accompanying “ahh hoo hoo hooey” and “aaauuugh” from one marine or another that only rapidly grew more distant.



“Be sure to keep your eyes peeled for any signs of a vault or treasury,” Laurel said shortly after as the pair walked into the hall the three marines had came out of. “Even if they’ve already thought to move their valuables someplace else, we can still catch up with them and make off with a good heist.”

Laurel took a better look at the hallway. As to be expected, there was indeed a corridor leading further inside, probably leading to other sections of the base. She could sense other presences, too—some exceptionally strong—but for now, she chose to ignore them.
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Name : Emi Roromiya
Epithet : Smiling Slayer
Age : 17
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Navigator
Devil Fruit : N/A
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 110
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 105
Willpower (WP) : 105
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
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I had fun writing this
Prove yourself and RISE RISE

"Aaaaaaaannnnddd done~!" The sound of Emi's voice as she completed her map would be drowned out by the sound of cannon fire. She didn't seem to mind that no one had heard her exclamation. She looked it over one last time very intently as she made sure that everything was absolutely correct. If they had to leave without herself and the captain, they would need to be able to reach home without any difficulties. As the navigator for the small group, if she couldn't achieve this very task then they might as well find them someone better to be their navigator.

Once her investigation was complete, she would deliver the map to Kon with a hop in her step and the same ol' grin on her face. She made sure to give him very specific instructions when it came to navigating them out of this mass of chaos. She knew they would be fine but she also knew that they wouldn't have to leave without the two of them. This was only in the most extreme case that they didn't make it back in time but Emi knew that they would. Sometimes she seemed more like a cheerleader than the swordswoman that she was well-known as among the crew. This didn't seem to bother her.

The green-haired girl made her way to stand next to Miku as she looked out over the chaos that was the harbor. The closer they got to the docks and land the more excited she got. She had been itching for a good fight especially since they had been completely dominated back in the South Blue. This was a place where she could start to prove herself and get some training in against some people who were more her size. She didn't even mind that they had gotten the smackdown by a yonkou but instead saw it as a way to improve. It proved that she wasn't much more than a gnat to the big guns. She wanted to be called the best swordswoman in the world and she had a lot to work up to.

Emi didn't even hesitate when Miku yelled out for them to get going and she happily followed her captain to the side of the ship. Once she got to the side, she launched herself much like her captain had but instead of simply landing, she did a flip in the air before landing on the pier. "I'll give you 6 points for style, Cap'n. You could have done a more stylish landing. Gotta do something that'll make'em remember you." She sounded like she was scolding her captain but it was all in pure fun, which could easily be depicted by the smile on her face. Well, besides the fact that she almost always smiled but that was beside the point.

"Awww. What? Cap'n that's no fair! You got a head start!" Although she whined about Miku getting a point upon her in their now little competition to see who could beat the most marines, she was plenty excited about their little game. It would be interesting to see who could beat the most marines out of the two of them. Emi looked around trying to find a marine that she could square up against and get her points evened up with the captain of the Meddling Kids. She reached for her two blades and removed them from their sheaths adding a dramatic little spin to the motion. She didn't hesitate to follow Miku as she ran off the dock and onto the proper land where the real fight would begin.

The young swordswoman found a target upon reaching the land and that ever prominent grin grew wider. She almost beelined for the poor marine and as he watched her movement he seemed to still be confident in his abilities. The look on his face made her only want to beat him up more as it was the look of someone looking down on a girl. She felt as if it was always silly when people did that. As she got closer, she sent a kick to the simple marine's shin and as he yelped out in pain she sent a slash down his front. Now he had three things to cry about.

"We're even now cap'n!" Emi hollered at her captain with a sly grin on her face. She was going to try to keep up with her captain as best as she could considering she knew all too well that Miku was stronger than her. She hadn't missed when she had yelled out to get rowdy but she didn't comment towards it because it didn't sound silly to her. However, it would seem that another marine didn't miss her yell either and would come to crash their party. "Whoa! Didn't you know its rude to yell at a girl? Also, it's rude to interrupt a conversation! And it's rude to ruin our competition!" As she yelled these words, she made her way back to her captain with hast holding her katanas in a menacing manner or rather as menacing as she could be considering her grin.

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Brood

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Name : Brood X. Bach
Epithet : Mushiba (Tooth-Decay)
Age : 28
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Amai Amai no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 510
Defense (DEF) : 225
Reflex (RX) : 300
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 55
Experience Points : 5500
Bounty : 225,000,000
Berries : 2,650,000
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OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

The thunderous uproar from the iron clunker's colorful cast of carnival freaks brought about an uneasy feeling for any fodder whom hadn't encountered the sheer madness that the crew was known to incite. Rightly so, for there were nightmares aboard the vessel that many up-and-coming individuals could never fathom. Not truly. These marines...these....bastions of justice. They proved to be of little importance to the man known as Brood X. Bach.

These...individuals were little more than a footnote, to be exterminated at the behest of their betters. Yet, few of them were noteworthy to the man whose gaze reached to the shoreline. He could point out several, stronger, individuals. Ones that would likely cause his compatriots a hint of trouble. Brood thought to himself for a moment, contemplating the sweet carnage that would unfold before his very eyes. Ruin would befall all sides of this conflict. As it should be. As he grew stronger, his sugar powers began to overcome the more simple aspects of his body. Such as his exquisite aroma.

All that mattered to the vile captain now was the end. That sweet release found only from freeing these poor souls from their mortal coil. He would have a taste of their pain and misery before this day was over. He would make sure of that. He could barely contain the smile that was etched across his face now. That scars underneath his eyes were practically convulsing with utter bliss. To rend and tear flesh on such a scale...it would prove to be the highlight of his evening. He'd make his enemies as shredded as his vocal cords.

With his eyes trained on the figures before him, the male spoke calmly and softly for a moment, perhaps too softly for anyone to hear properly. "G-ee-umball...."  He waited for his men to act, yet they never did. A vein would appear on his forehead, showcasing the fullness of his rage. His voice straining due to his being a literal man of sugar. "GUMB-EH-BALL!!!!"  He exclaimed with an booming, bestial, bellow. A war-like cry that whipped up his crew-mates into a blood curdling frenzy. Madness suck in, and immediately those carnival-like pirates acted.

It only took a few moments before everything was ready, as their behemoth of a clunker lazily drifted towards Las Camp. A singular canon was moved from a locked pair of double doors and placed directly on the bow of the ship, moved into place of where the bowsprit of normal ships would traditionally be located. Aiming the canon towards the island, the men cheered and jeered, clinking their flagons together as they readied themselves for the carnage that would soon ensue.

Brood would reach outwards and extend his hand to the crew in quite the flashy manner, where two scullery maids would approach him in haste and hand him a long, robust, and solid cane-like staff in both the shape and color of a candy cane. Gripping the object in his hand, he'd place a solitary foot on the butt of the cannon. raising himself up while looking towards Wren briefly. "Iiit is time, little monst-eh-ster. You make your name here-eh. Finally, they will kn-ee-ow."  He sounded rather...excited? Despite his coughing between his pauses.

To any whom knew of his preference towards the smallest member of his crew, it was clear that little monster referred to the Tontatta. She was his to become his second in command. They had lost so many members due to their travels in the so-called Paradise that it would be heart-wrenching for a weaker man. But this was a good way to recruit more pirates into the crew. To strengthen where there was weakness. With so few of his commanders left, he had to push forward. Regardless. He felt his voice straining due to his generating a great deal of sugar in preparation for this...slaughter.

He'd swing his hands behind his back casually, grasping the wrist of his hand which held his staff. Moving towards the tip of the vibrantly designed cannon, he would wait a moment as the crew lit the fuse, counting down aloud as they continued their uproar. The moment they would exclaim zero, the male would step off the tip of the cannon and right onto a massive white, spherical projectile that would launch itself at great force and speed towards the island. Yet, he seemed to attach to it perfectly.

The reason for this was simple. That projectile was none other than a literal condensed orb of hardened sugar. A "Gumball" as he called it. Since it was made of sugar but was proportionally as dense as a cannonball, it was as devastating as an actual shot from a cannon. Though he was able to ride atop of it due to the small spikes he created at the bottom of his shoes using his sugary powers. Allowing the man to ling to the projectile as it flew through the air. Blowing his hair back.

He stood at attention the entire time. Surveying the area s it grew closer to his face and upon approaching the key destination he would bend his knees and shove downwards with all of the force he could muster, sending himself high into the air while changing the trajectory of the sugary cannonball. Causing it smash into a crowd of marine soldiers below and scattering their bodies like a pile of ants hit by a basketball. He'd soar further, before landing nearby another supernova.

He didn't notice the man at first, given that the pair was far enough away from each other that they didn't have to immediately interact. Brood would have several more veins showcase on his forehead for a moment as small orbs of whiteness formed on his body. Immediately and without rhyme or reason, they would fire out of his pores towards the marines nearby, piercing into them easily like actual bullets from a pistol. It was some sort of generic attack for Brood. One he utilized often.

The veins on his forehead extrapolated one more as he coughed, much like a certain star-wars cybernetic general, blinking as his strained voice spoke out. ""Wren....get your a-ee-ss into grear!!"  He turned to see some generic non-jacket having garbage rush him for a brief moment. Pathetic. He turned to face the saber-wielding grunt and pressed off the ground with the tips of his toes, slamming the toe-portion of his boot into the male's jaw at great speeds. Sending him flying.

"....."  He heard...something. Something large. Turning back to see the distance between both himself and the Lightning boy, he could see something off in the distance...Was that a...dinosaur? He thought to himself hard for a moment. "Zoan...."  He'd peer over towards Wren and spoke to her candidly. "Keep the mar-ee-ines out of this-eh..."  In a flash he was gone, standing atop the nearest building to get a better look at the dinosaur fuck. Screaming out towards the man as sugar poured out of his mouth like a faucet.

The reason for this, was so that he could speak normally as he reabsorbed any of the lost sugar that was now spilling out of his mouth like a water-fall. "Oi! Bring your big ass over here, Iron Beast!!"  He called out with pure malice in every ounce of the venom that seeped from his lips. He reached up with his free hand, unzipping his coat and tossing it to the wind, showing off his dark purple body suit and the musculature that made up his body. He was ready to fight. With his hand behind his back, staff pointed upwards behind him. He prepared himself.




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Baltroy

Baltroy

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Name : Alice Baltroy Ronx
Epithet : Flying Dart
Age : 22
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
World Position : Commander
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 5
Attack (ATK) : 290
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 355
Willpower (WP) : 330
Level : 52
Experience Points : 5225
Bounty : 198,000,000
Income Multiplier : +10%
Berries : 14,600,000
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Don't cause a scene~!





“Do you even know where to go, midget?” grumbled Becker as the crew trekked up a sandy hill.

He had one hand rested on the hilt of his sword and the other clasped tightly around the back of Ronx’s collar. The commander’s moment of unexpected leadership had been quickly abridged when he had attempted to pull his cart out of the water and tow it with them, an act not a single Bonbon was going to allow.

“I’ll get you a new one!” Freya had snapped as he and his brother had tried to wrestle their vexingly agile captain away from the dock, where the poor, weathered cart was bubbling mournfully as it sank beneath the water.

“It was shabby and it was only supposed to last us that one trip anyway!” barked Friday, tugging his mantle roughly.

“Nooo! I like that one!” howled Ronx in dismay.

He struggled against the twins, his fingers flayed as they reached desperately and fruitlessly for the sinking cart. The shabby vehicle that had loyally served the revolutionary through countless ordeals let out a final grief-stricken whine, before its life finally expired.

Crushed, Ronx let out a howl of anguish and with the object of their nuisance defeated, the twins abruptly released him. Ronx fell prostrate to the ground, his face buried in his arms as he wailed, wept and wallowed.

The scene was tragic. It was heart-rendering. Oh, how cruel this mission was already coming to be! To think the crew would already be suffering from a casualty when the day was still so young. Ronx might have continued to mourn the entire crisis at Las Camp away if Becker hadn’t sighed and delivered a well-practiced, brain-rattling blow to the blonde’s head.

Presently, the fanciful fishman and arguably de facto leader of the group hauled the moping muppet-head unsympathetically along their path, his package having yet to cease his soulful sobbing. Ahead, Oliver was marching doggedly on and with overflowing purpose. Becker’s earlier question had been promptly ignored, a surprise in itself, given that the “midget” rarely ever failed to rise to a prevocational jab at her height.

Meanwhile, Cherry had quickly gotten quite fed up with the walk and had complained incessantly until Fable scooped him onto his shoulder. The twins bantered back and forth with one another, staying close to the little chef’s side in an almost protective manner, but this certainly didn’t stop them from making a few flirtatious comments.

It seemed the only member of the Bonbon X who wasn’t causing a scene and actually seeming to be participating in the covert part of the mission was Rozene, who took up the rear as usual.

“I don’t see why we need two more members when the NRA only just sent Freya and Friday,” grumbling Cherry. Without needing to walk anymore, he was now bored and had taken up his gripe again.

“I can’t wait to see what dunces they send,” chortled Freya crassly. “That’s why they sent us and the midget, anyway.”

“You wanna know what the Bonbon X’s reputation was when we left?” asked Friday, grinning mischievously. “You’re basically the cute, fluffy and entirely harmless mascots of the NRA!”

The twins dissolved into a fit of childish giggles, before Antoinette rammed the base of her parasol into their heads.

“I’ll send you both straight back to the Hatch if the two of you can’t behave,” she snapped, clearly still in a foul mood from their early mode of transport.

“You think you could make us?” growled Freya as two sets of identical glares turned on her simultaneously.

“All of you, be quiet,” snarled Becker. “We’re here.”

The group lapsed into temporary silence (minus Ronx’s ongoing lamentations) as they filed into a haphazardly drawn line in front of the three figures awaiting at the top of the hill. Their eyes only swept briefly over Garland, their interest completely focused upon the new faces soon to become their crewmates. Cherry was the first to speak up and there was no agreement from the rest, but given their unusual silence, he seemed to speak for the crew.

Fable politely spoke up in the strangers’ defence, but no one else seemed willing to offer the same courtesy. Antoinette glared, the twins glanced boredly off to the horizon and Rozene’s fangs were bared slightly in a distrustful and unwelcoming half-smile. Despite the crew’s tendency to bicker among themselves, this was their true nature: sceptical, wary and united before those they hadn’t yet recognised to be part of their own.

As Garland reprimanded the boy, Becker, having noticed the crew’s immediate shift in mood from sporadic squabbles to silent suspicion, exhaled in exasperation and promptly flung Ronx onto the line between the two distinct group. Cherry pouted and seemed ready to retort, but decided against it in favour of kicking Ronx in the stomach.

“Get up and greet the newbies, Captain,” he snarled dryly. “And our First-Mate.”

The revolutionary’s sniffling stopped for a moment, before a long whimper wormed out. However, when he stumbled to his feet, his expression was now completely clear of his losses and a beaming smile was plastered on his face.

He turned his gaze curiously to the other group, his smile further brightening to see Garland. He might have rushed to the older man for an affectionate hug if Acacia’s abrupt introduction hadn’t drawn his attention away.

“I see, so you’re the new first-mate,” commented Ronx, grinning. “You’re going to become the person I trust most! Nice to meet you, my name is Ronx! And nice to meet you too, Mr. Sparrow!" He glanced affectionately across to the young blonde who had a brown sparrow perched atop his head, before turning to the rest of his crew. "Everyone, let’s get along!”

There was unanimous grumbling from the crew, but when Becker took a step forward and gruffly introduced himself, they were quieted into restless mumbles. One by one, starting with Fable and ending with Rozene, the crew gave their strained introductions. When Garland untimely questioned them on the meagre defences left on the Wonderland Hatch, the crew exchanged uneasy glances.

“Well...I’m sure the ship will be fine without us,” said Becker gruffly, his shifty gaze clearly hoping to shut the line of questioning down without being pushed further.

***


Buried far within the deepest level of the floating prison called the Wonderland Hatch, a roar filled with rage echoed. “Ronx! Stop playing around and let me out, you bastard!!”

The iron door holding Bonbon X’s first prisoner, Commander Kyor of the marines, rattled dangerously as the captive’s heavy fists pounded into it. With the sentries occupied elsewhere, the marine was making decent work against the cell and within a matter of minutes, the door flew off its hinges and dropped to the floor with a resounding boom.

From the cloud of dust that swooped up, a short, ragged figure stepped out, heaving like a bull. A crimson glare flashed from the gloom and when the dust fell away, a head of wild black curls turned from one side to the other, swiftly surveying the area. He stood frozen in place for a moment, as though uncertain of whether he could trust the silence.

Cautiously, the marine took a step forward and before long, he was racing along the corridors, in search of escape and ultimate freedom. He turned one corner and came to a screeching halt, but was too late. In front of him was a short, stout elderly man who was balancing a wooden tray with tea and sweets for two on his rounded belly.

He flailed his arms with a scream as Kyor came crashing into him, the tray flying up into the air with its contents. There was a great din as the two bodies tumbled gracelessly to the ground, cups of boiling water and plate of dangos careening after them.

“Oh no!” cried the elderly man, scrambling to collect the broken fragments of the teacups. He had an expression of somber and grief, as though the items of loss had been of immense value. “All that wasted tea...” He then glanced up with surprise to see the prisoner. “Now, now, what are you doing out of your cell? You should know better than to be wandering around!”

He quickly clambered to his feet, pulling Kyor along with him. He now had an expression of a scolding professor.

“Who are you?” spluttered Kyor, feeling helpless against the elder’s surprisingly iron grip.

“Here, if you want to stretch your limbs, come to the common room,” the elder said, ignoring the question and dragging the prisoner, proceeded to then plop him down onto a pile of cushions. “What should we do now?”

“I’m getting out of here!” shouted Kyor, leaping to his feet.

Unfazed, the elder grabbed him by the collar and fell to a seated position with his legs crossed. Kyor exclaimed as he fell with him and found himself kneeling with his face planted against the floor in front of the elder. He peered up at the elder’s face as he stared expressionlessly back.

This old man looks familiar... the thought flashed across Kyor’s mind, but then the elder broke out into a radiant smile and released his hold on him.

“Would you like to see me juggle?” he asked unexpectedly, smacking his stomach like a drum. “I’m actually pretty good!”

“Wait!” said Kyor, an expression of recognition slowly filling his face. “You’re the NRA’s Dragon of the West! Don Mushi!

“So…” asked the NRA general, tilting his head as his face formed into a look of questioning. “Yes to seeing me juggle?”

Kyor’s sighed and his shoulders slumped as he resigned himself to defeat.




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Laguna Marie

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Name : Laguna Marie
Age : 19
Race : Half Fishman
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 80
Defense (DEF) : 80
Reflex (RX) : 150
Willpower (WP) : 80
Level : 10
Experience Points : 1000
Berries : 5,050,000
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((I'll be joining Miku's group))

Laguna, after having gotten in to the island a bit, was able to enjoy some time to herself, even in this tense situation. True to the weirdness of people of this world, Laguna tended to not notice when even the worst of times were upon the area, ever blissful in her selfish pursuit of her own sense of self expression and peace. Of course, she was going to get wrapped up in something knowing her tremendous luck.

Of course, she would eventually find herself something, or rather, someone, in the midst of a battle. A battle that was kicking off while Laguna was busy fuming like a brat over her living situation. She didn't want to be this avatar of a legend, the next in the line to be a fearsome person, she wanted to be her own person, she wanted to do her art, she wanted to write. SHe wanted to be, just, Laguna Kara Marie... But, she was bound, at least for the time being, to secrecy, duty, and honor to become the next Kraken. Feh. Fie. Foo. And FUM on that! She bellowed to herself while already being distracted from the fight that was taking place.

She wasn't some grand pirate, she wasn't some decorated militant, she wasn't some rebellious upstart on the set to be throwing over a government. SHe was just Laguna, and here she was, getting wrapped up in to a war by means of crossfire and people striking out at her for being on the street and in the open. Whoever it was that attacked her would be met with her dipping to the left, looking to draw that weapon of hers amidst the chaos and strike the single entity coming her way down with a pivot about on the heel of one foot and the ball of the other, bringing the blunt wooden end of her spear brush down on to the back of the neck of her would be attacker.

After that was settled, it would be then that she noticed the fighting, yes, she had gone this far in to a potential war zone, being an introverted "i'm fourteen years old and that's deep" thinking kind of person over the existential crisis she was having with her psyche, if there even was any to have at this point!

"Ah veemo and glub...Why the hell do I always get wrapped up in these kinds of things?" She balked out loud while readying herself. She had to get back to her ship, but it seemed she would have to fight her way to it!

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Maxwell

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Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : --
Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 240
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 57
Experience Points : 5720
Bounty : 124,000,000
Berries : 3,005,000
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Chaos breaking out had never been a question of if... Only when. Cannon fire hammered the pirate ships relentlessly. By comparison, the old merchant ship with its meager cannons seemed tiny in comparison. Comically so. Each barrage punched a couple more holes through the hull. The beaten vessel was drinking deep of each wave. In response, the grizzled captain bellowed out commands. Half of the crew would stay to keep the ship afloat. His command to give ‘em hell was met with roaring agreement. The other half would join him on rowboats and take the battle to land. Immediately the most eager cutthroats rushed to the boats, cramming as many able bodied fighters in each one as humanly possible. And then a couple extra just to tempt fate.

Meanwhile, Richard wasted no hopping aboard the lifeboat the captain chose. He faced his rowdy crew with an encouraging smile. “No worries, my friends. I’m here to keep everyone alive.” ...Not to mention it was much better to be a small moving target than a big sinking one. For once, Lady Luck smiled on the cowardly crook. ...Or maybe she just had something worse in store. Either way, the feeble boat defied the odds and made it to the shore in one piece.

The harbor was quickly turning into a messy battlefield. Bullets whizzed through the air. Explosions rocked the ground. And some maniacs rushed into the fray with blades drawn. It was no wonder that one of the mercenaries already got shot. Unfortunate, but not exactly unexpected. Luckily for the poor fellow, Richard was quick on his feet. The young, scraggly-haired man had barely hit the ground and cried out when the medic was already by his side. First things first, was he conscious and breathing? Well, judging by the screaming, yes. Yes, he was.

Richard ripped the bloodstained clothing aside. “Stay with me, my friend. What is your name?” While the youngster wheezed something resembling Rene, the doctor quickly checked the wound he was so desperately clutching. Two holes in the gut. A poor place for bullets, but it could’ve been far worse. One hand applied pressure, while the other lifted four fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?” Between the tears, the boy squinted and grunted something close enough to the correct number. The final question came with similar swiftness. “Where do you keep your wallet?” Rene stopped sobbing and stared at the doctor. “...What?” The doctor stared back. “What?” He hurried to wave aside any suspicion with professional calmness. “This is all important, see? Trust me.” Because if you can’t trust your doctor, then who can you trust?

Soon a scream pierced the air. ...And another followed. The doctor set the bloodied bullets aside and quickly wiped his scalpel. Not the most hygienic operating room, but it would have to do. After a quick round of stitching and bandaging -and an encouraging pat on the shoulder of course- the wounded fighter was pulled back onto his feet. He charged right back into the fray with the power of painkillers. Richard, meanwhile, pocketed the new wallet he had... come across... and skulked the other way. His entire plan was to stay out of sight and out of trouble.

And it seemed great minds do indeed think alike...

While creeping past the carnage, the cowardly criminal spotted a whole bunch of Marines soaring across the air. His quizzical stare drifted towards one of the many mighty structures and found an open door. More importantly, a figure in a distinctly non-marine state of dress slipped inside. He scurried closer -stepping over an unconscious marine sprawled on the ground- and carefully peered through through the doorway. His ears twitched, so sure they caught the words ‘treasury’ and ‘valuables’. A look to the right, a glance to the left... And inside he went.

Soon, a particularly nervous presence tailed behind the Hundred-Faced Supernova and her ally. One more pair of footsteps, light and quiet, tried to blend in with the other noises. Whenever the two leading the way stopped, so did the steps. And when they moved, so did their shadow. Always one corner, one open door or one conveniently placed barrel behind... Richard leaned against the aforementioned barrel, clutching the suitcase against his chest. Okay, in hindsight this was a terrible hiding spot, but he had panicked. Was his heartbeat too loud? It felt too loud. Some part of him dreaded the tension so much that he wondered if he should simply reveal himself now and deal with the aftermath. But what would he even tell them? Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just trying to stay alive. Ehhh... Maybe not.

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Alexa Icnoyotl

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Name : Alexa L. Icnoyotl
Epithet : N/A
Age : 21
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Blue Hair Pirates
Ship : The Azure Night
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Swim-Swim Fruit
Haki Specialization : N/A
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 185
Defense (DEF) : 185
Reflex (RX) : 175
Willpower (WP) : 175
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Berries : 6,100,000
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"Man. Not only are we wrapped up in all this; but you also take the first dibs on complaining about it." Alexa heard that all too familiar voice as she finished wrapping up her little address to the crew. Of course, she had heard Kaia's gagging and whatnot the whole time. For a would be pirate, she certainly hadn't earned her sea legs yet. It was admittedly a little entertaining. Though if she really was going to stick with the crew, it wouldn't last long. Still, Alexa chuckled and shrugged as she leaned back against the nearby railing. "Sorry that you didn't get first dibs on complaining, but I don't exactly like our situation either." She said as she tilted her head back, letting the breeze catch it for a moment as she tried to bury the tension that was building in her. She needed some kind of distraction for the moment..something that she could direct her attention to so that she wouldn't have to think about what was going on. Some-

"Who's even on our side - anyone particularly famous?" That actually snapped Alexa out of her thoughts for a moment, causing her to blink a bit. She had indeed taken the time to look out at some of the other ships, and there were a few she did indeed recognize. So she figured that everyone would have recognized at least two of them. Then again..Kaia had been a small time thief before joining up with them, so she supposed it wasn't entirely out of nowhere to be asked that. So, Alexa ran her hand through her hair and nodded, cutting Kaia off before she could continue talking.

"Yeah, there are a few famous crews out here today. Of course, there're the Feral Pirates. Supposedly, it's a crew full of nothing but Minks that are stronger than anyone you or I have ever seen." She explained as she pointed towards the ship in the middle of their huge formation. Or, well. At the Feral Pirates's Jolly Roger, to be exact. "From what I hear, their goal is all about making sure that the world recognizes them as actual individuals, since they aren't actually considered an equal species. I don't really have any problem with that, so no real special notes here from me about their goal. The Primetime Pirates, on the other hand.." She said as her finger moved two ships over, now being pointed at a far more cartoony, circus like jolly roger.

"Their reputation is pretty harsh. From what I heard back in Notice, they work on a very mercenary attitude, and have no qualms about destroying anything--and anyone. I wouldn't be surprised if they only came here because they heard that there was a plan to attack a marine base." She said, before finally allowing her finger to move another few flags over, resting on the jolly roger of Apollo's Pompokolin. However, that wasn't the name Alexa associated with that flag.

"I don't know much about that last crew. But I do know the name. Those are the Pompokolin pirates. I dunno their shtick, or why they're here. I just recognize the flag." She explained before pushing herself off of the railing. "At any rate, I don't think we have much more time to be talking. There's supposed to be a si-" And just like that, a massive chain of sounds echoed throughout the ocean. For Alexa, it sounded like the world was being torn apart. She whirled around to look over the railing, and saw what appeared to be all the ships that were being sent against them begin to sink. And just like that, she sprung into action, watching other ships take off first. She was busy sprinting up to the Helm, barking orders to the grunts who worked the ship. Jason's men.

They were good, Loyal men. But she wasn't done barking orders. When she got up to the helm, she found Jason himself there. "Alright, we weren't given a specific order or task, so get us a fair distance away from the main fight. We don't have the manpower of these other crews, so if anything, I want us to land someplace safe!"

"Alright, alright! Calm your tits, and go find Ed! She's got the lifeboat ready, since she told me that if we get hit, she'd rip my head off!" Jason yelled back, causing Alexa to nod and head towards the starboard side. Once they got close enough, Edwynne would drop the lifeboat down all on her own, demonstrating her freakish strength to the two women inside it. After that, The Azure Night circled away, leaving Alexa to paddle the two of them towards Las Camp. It took about five minutes, but they had landed. It all looked safe enough, for now..





There were a lot of areas of Las Camp to look over. And many of them were more than likely to need defending. So why had his Rear Admiral asked him to go out on his own through the hidden passage to the west? If he were a lesser man, he would have called his superior out on some kind of racism. But..if he did, he knew he would be shut down. The Sky Islands were under command of a Skypiean that worked for the World Government. That was why he was here. Sure, the Skypieans had their land under the 'watchful' eye of one of the Shichibukai.

But so many of his people were turned away from helping the people who were protecting them as well. Still, he had been given a lot of flak in his time as a soldier. So, with a sigh, he ran a hand through his short cut, pitch black hair. He was a tall, lanky thing, so unlike his fellows. And with good reason. He hadn't been born in the blues. He had been born all the way up in the White Sea, in Skypiea. Of course, with an origin like that, it would easily explain his odd looking choice in weaponry: Whips of all sorts, each one coming out of what appeared to be a seashell attached to a handle.

As a Skypiean, he had more access to dials than most people had. And that had become a hallmark of his fighting style. If he were more cynical, he would have attributed all of his success down here as a marine to the fact that his weapons were so odd. But even so, he was still one of the newer recruits. Not one of the old guard. Add to that the fact that his people were seen as little more than primitive cloud dwellers, and one could understand why he was only the second Skypiean working for the world government that most would ever have heard of.

Still, he hated how he had to keep proving himself. "I swear, if I end up not having anything to show for my work again.." He mumbled as he continued walking through the passageways leading east, completely unaware of what he was going to find there..

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Name : Blackbell A. Wren
Age : 16
Race : Tontatta
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Primetime Pirates
Ship : Big Time
Crew Position : Navigator | Pastry Chef
Devil Fruit : Horu Horu no Mi (Hormone-Hormone Fruit)
Haki Level : 0
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THAT'S RIGHT

I'M TALKING TO YOU.




 



BLACKBELL A. WREN


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Wren’s body swung from side to side as though she were moving to a jaunty tune and she hummed a melody that certainly didn’t bear any rhythm, but was perky enough to make up for its lack of reason. A perfect theme song for the bell-sized psycho-pirate.

She giggled as her captain addressed her with her affectionate nickname and she tugged on his earlobe to draw his attention to her outfit. As he glanced at her briefly, she grabbed her red nose and honked it, before dissolving into another fit of chiming laughter.

“Cap’n, let’s kill a lot, okay?” she asked, tilting her head sweetly.

Her voice was like the sound of gentle wind chimes and her laughter was an almost refreshing harmony to the horde of pirates aboard the Big Time. It was a special delight when the words she spoke resonated so well with their crew’s motif.

“I want to have thiiis much fun!” she said brightly.

She spread her arms out wide, as though she were reaching for a giant hug; it was a motion she must have thought couldn’t be contradicted by her size. A few nearby Prime Pirates chuckled at her charming demeanour and she turned her sparkling eyes on them, grinning widely.

As her captain moved to step atop the giant cannon the grunts had heaved onto the ship’s bow, Wren scrambled onto her feet excitedly, balancing on Brood’s shoulder with the delicate grace of an acrobat. She gripped Brood’s cartilage, feeling giddy with anticipation as she wrapped her arms over his ear and inhaled the perfume of tooth decaying candy; a scent she had come to associate with death and destruction.

Her heart pounded as the fuse was lit and her wings buzzed heedlessly to life, as though to represent the sheer elation she was feeling.

“3!”

“2!!”

“1!!!”

“...ZERO!!!”


“Wheeeeee~~~!”

Wren let out a high-pitched scream of delight as the gumball launched across the remaining band of sea between the Big Time and the coast of Las Camp. Tears from wind-lash streamed down her face and her rosy cheeks bellowed open like a parachute as she shrieked and whooped as though she were aboard a roller-coaster. However, the ride was over all too soon and Wren was left immobilised in a daze for several moments as stars danced circles in her eyes.

She had lost her afro in the process, but she still had her red nose and given the exhilaration of the ride, she was willing to leave the afro without complaints. It wasn’t until Brood’s voice snapped at her, did she manage to shake herself out of her reverie and she donned an expression of hardened determination.

“Aye, aye, cap’in!” she declared, flexing her fists with a hmph!

Narrowing her eyes, she dug her hand into her pouch and pulled out a capsule of pink, effervescent liquid. Swirling the contents thoughtfully, she then proceeded to gulp it down. She swallowed with effort before letting out a roaring and repulsive belch. A giant stream of scorching magma-like liquid defying her thimble size flew from her mouth as pink electricity sizzled through it like a current.

She aimed the chemical concoction, decimating the two suits advancing upon them from Brood’s left. The smell of burning flesh filled the air as the officers of justice were felled, their cries of anguish sending a bone-chilling shiver of satisfaction through Wren’s body. When the last of the potion’s effects were consumed, Wren fell into a rack of coughs.

“Bleh, that was yucky!” she complained, pulling a face. “I’m going to mark that experiment as a failure.”

The same couldn’t have been said for the unfortunate grunts who were now writhing in agony. Their moans filled the air and Wren pouted with annoyance.

“Stop complaining!” she demanded imperiously, before flinging her hair back.

Her short, silver bob cut fluttered in the breeze for a moment before one half transformed into an overflow of thick locks. They cascaded down Brood’s shoulder, wriggling like a den of newborn snakes before they reared their heads simultaneously. Steeled fangs moulded from her hair glinted menacingly and the two marines froze in fear, before their screams echoed across the battlefield.

Puffing her chest, Wren crossed her arms as she observed her work with pride. Her hair slowly retracted back into her scalp, but the bloodstained ends stayed, dripping crimson liquid down her left shoulder.

Then, the ground shook, followed by a teeth-chattering, bestial roar. As the ground rocked, Wren’s footing on her captain’s shoulder became unsteady and she slipped off with a surprised squeak.

Her wings animated with a silent whirl as she tumbled in the air and she managed to straighten herself before hitting the ground. Fluttering back up to hover next to Brood, she squinted into the distance and lifted a hand to block the sun in her eyes. Catching sight of the dinosaur, she let out an amazed gasp before rendering a wave of excited slaps onto Brood.

“Can you beat that thing?” she asked eagerly, her hazel eyes shining with admiration. “Of course you can, Cap’n Brood! I’ll handle the marines properly, so bring me something to play with later!”

With the promise sealed in nothing but her shared trust in him, she darted away in the opposite direction Brood disappeared into. Now, alone, she turned to the hoard of marines steadily increasing in her captain’s wake. The marines seemed to stop for a moment, unsure of how to deal with the Supernova’s sudden replacement with a tontatta barely the size of his thumb.

Giggling, she surveyed the area before catching sight of a dark-skinned man laden so heavily in gold, his actual clothes were almost imperceptible. Beside him was a short boy wrapped in traditional garb, bearing a chilling grin and what appeared to be a third eye.

Her eyes widened with interest as she observed the dynamic between the duo and her wings quickened with her enthusiasm. For a moment, she forgot entirely about her deal with the captain and she started towards them, eager to impose an introduction upon them, when a marine let out a warcry, swinging a saber at her.

Shrieking in surprise, the blade clipped her wings and the machinery let out a feeble complaint before whirling to a stop. She dropped out of the air and screaming with frustration, Wren sank her nails into her arm, injecting a stream of concocted hormones into her body.

Within a second, she was a giant spanning a height of 10 metres and her anger was quickly replaced with a cheeky, yet strangely intimidating grin. Letting out a roar in hopes of competing with the dinosaur, she then turned her gleeful gaze down to the ant-sized marines scattered around her. Grinning impishly, she tapped her heels casually, letting out a tinkling laugh as the marines all found themselves fallen on their rumps.

Knowing the marines’ attention was now conveniently drawn away from Brood’s fight, she chose to ignore them and turned her gaze back to the two individuals who had caught her interest earlier. Relieved they had yet to leave her sight, she slowly sauntered to them. Upon closer proximity, she crouched down before them and examined them with unnerving familiarity.

“Hey, you guys don’t look like marines,” she commented cheerfully. “And you look interesting! How about being friends with me?”








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THE IRON BEAST


Like the flames of a dragon, each breath leaving the Iron Beast scorched the victims of his rampage. The Ryu Ryu no Mi user clawed, chomped, and bellowed until enemies and allies alike learned to give him a wide berth.

The Navy's sanctioned guard dog showed no mercy to those who were brave enough (though some would call it foolishness) to step under the canopy of his monstrous form. A desperate yowl burst from a future dead man (and boy was that grim future close). The Iron Beast twisted his dino-foot left and right as if he were dousing a cigarette, crushing every bone in some poor soul's body.

His pincers for jaws lifted a stray mink separated from her pack charging across the battlefield. The goat mink did not scream like the ceratosaurus' previous victim. The Feral Pirates were not known to be pushovers.

"Electro rancher!" The goat mink screeched, sparks shooting out from her bloody mocha fur.

A pained growl escaped the Iron Beast, and his jaw slacked. The Feral Pirate did not miss this chance to retreat from his clutches, her hoof-like hand gripping at the gaping gash on her stomach.

"Oh no... This ain't good," complained a marine lieutenant with a fearful glance towards the electrified dinosaur.

Rubill Silver (for those who had not been fortunate enough to get to know him yet) was a poor loser. Any opponents who freed themselves from his clutches had one-upped him. He was not the kind of man who took being one-upped in stride. His carnivorous irises flared and flickered. One could almost smell the red-haired Shichibukai's rage before it erupted.

Rubill stomped one foot forward and drummed his sabre-like blood-soaked claws on the ground. He roared once again. The spine-chilling warcry would put the fear of their gods in most anyone. Blinded by his mania, he no longer saw his victims as living creatures. Each man, woman, child, and furry was now a blob of meat for him to chew through. [ AoE Stat Morph - Song of a Wraith ]

With their retreat from the vicinity of the fuming dinosaur, the marines foreshadowed a tantrum that would likely not filter allies from enemies. Their withdrawal was wise, for Rubill next started to smash the stony street with his thick and heavy green tail. He heard a faint, hoarse voice call him out in the distance even through his mindless fury. Another fly to swat.

He speared the tip of his scaly tail into the rubble of his making, skewering a massive rock which he then whipped at his sweet taunter. This throw was followed by several others, aimed at various pieces of meat still bold enough to surround him. [ UTs aimed at Brood and Castor. ]

It was feeding time for the Iron Beast, and boy, he could eat a bear and more.




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Name : Tanaka Howai
Epithet : Dorobō
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Head cook
Devil Fruit : Hana Hana no Mi
Haki Level : 4
Attack (ATK) : 220
Defense (DEF) : 220
Reflex (RX) : 340
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4043
Bounty : 20,000,000
Berries : 14,600,000
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Bearing a Bear's Ways
World Event
Tanaka Howai
A cute girl, who has a propensity for pickpocketing


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"Let me help you up!" Still kneeling in the sand, Howai glanced up to see Oliver's smiling face. A helpful hand was stretched out to her, which immediately brought a smile to her own face.
With a touch of relief, she graciously accepted the offer and allowed Oliver to pull her lightly onto her feet. Behind her, the other voices grew louder and as she turned, she saw the twins drag Alice away from the cart.
Her captain was the only person on the crew she had established a bond with, so it was not easy for her to watch him suffer; she just couldn't understand what was so special about the little boat.

I should ask Oliver later the green-haired woman thought, looking back at her possibly new friend.

"Do not pay attention to him. He sometimes behaves more childishly than he should." Oliver said as if she had read her mind and without further notice, she went ahead.

Howai was still indecisive. Should she follow Oliver or go to Alice? Actually she didn't know how to comfort her captain. When she looked back at him a second time, Becker gave him a blow. Apparently no one fell sorry for him and one by one they made their way to the meeting place, so Howai quickly caught up with Oliver to chat a bit with her...

However, before she got the chance the twins had already joined them. "Hey new girl, you are looking cute. How about we accompany you, instead of this midget?" With an arrogant glance, they looked down at the Titanean. "Do you want some strong men to protect you?"

The chef felt a little flattered but more furious about the derogatory remark about Oliver. "Why do you call her that? I'm pretty small, too!" She snapped at the twins.

Turning away from them she headed over to Oliver at the head of the squad and walked to the meeting point.
When they finally reached the top of the mountain Howai had a great view and could nearly see the whole island as well as the huge pirate fleet in the far. Besides that, she faced 3 men who demanded her attention more; a smart-looking guy with white-blond hair, a grim-faced far too tall man with a hedgehog hairstyle and a boy wrapped in a yellow kimono.
As always, Cherry had something to complain about, thankfully Fable and Garland shut him down before he got too annoying. Howai just listened to them casually and inspected the general. She had already heard from Oliver that Garland Bach was higher in rank than her captain, but he didn't look that strong.

"... be your first mate, you know?” The sentence made her stop immediately. Caught by surprise she uttered the words "What, who?" not expecting herself to say this out loud.

Oliver leaned over and whispered in her ear
"The big guy with the spikey hair."
"Why he?" Howai spoke under breath trying not to interrupt the others. Both girls thoughtfully glanced at a little stone in front of their feet.
"I don't know, but I guess we have to accept it" Oliver replied after a few seconds and kicked the pebble away.
"Did you ever hear of him before?"
"Not more than you. I just know his name"

In the meantime, Antoinette approached from behind and snapped "Stop the whispering and introduce yourself"

Howai looked around and noticed how all eyes rested on her.
"Uh I .. well .. am Tanaka Howai. I'm the newest to the crew and ... responsible for the food." She spoke hesitantly. Meanwhile, the girl looked at the ground and put her hand on the neck.
"Oliver, Sniper." the titanean said curtly.

After everyone introduced themselves, Garland explained the mission to the Bourbon.
The general gave a brief explanation on what the mission will be about, following that he headed off to the base without leaving room for questions.
Howai still had some reservations, as no one knew exactly what to expect. But when she realized that even Oliver followed Garland without restraint, she kept her concerns to herself and followed the troop.



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Mazin

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Name : Mazin Botros
Epithet : Water Walking
Age : 15
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Apollo’s Pompokolin (a.k.a. “Pompoko Pirates”)
Crew Position : Navigator
Devil Fruit : Kilo Kilo no Mi
Haki Level : 4
Attack (ATK) : 310
Defense (DEF) : 290
Reflex (RX) : 345
Willpower (WP) : 265
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Berries : 52,050,000
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- RISE -
"Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light."

At long last it was his time to shine, his chance to make a name for himself for something other than being in Laurel or Sinbad’s shadow. Or at least that was what he had told himself; Then some daring soul decided to provoke both him and Laurel at once, and Mazin became all too willing to give up his chance to be in the spotlight in the name of sweet, vengeful justice—if only momentarily.

The irony of that sentiment only dawned on him as he and Laurel made their way through the mess hall, although he was also just realizing as well that his chance to cut an imposing figure nearby hundreds of Marines probably had just come and gone. Still, maybe if he was lucky they’d change his nickname to “The Hammer.” He quite liked the sound of that. Not that “Water Walking” Mazin was bad, of course. Had a good ring to it. A sense of mystique. Just wasn’t quite...menacing.

Besides, it wasn’t like he could simply let his captain go off on her own deep into a warzone, right? Even if this did just seem to be her equivalent to bringing along an extra pair of hands to carry things while she went shopping.

Corridor after corridor they walked. Distant screams and gunfire echoed in the air, but aside from the occasional patrol to dispatch or a quake from stray cannonfire, it all might as well have come from another world. It wasn’t until they passed a strange device that Mazin displayed any level of concern, albeit only in the form of morbid curiosity. It stood outside one of office as tall as a man, an iron cabinet with a hinged front left hanging wide open to display numerous spikes that covered its interior, which prompted Mazin to almost poke one to see if it was real, as if the device was more decoration than anything that might one day be moved and see actual, doubtlessly painful use. Just before he actually could, however, he noticed Laurel taking a left down a forked path ahead and he quickly followed after her, only to a couple seconds later poke his head back down the hallway once more, where for if but a moment he was sure he’d seen something...although that was surely just his imagination.

Eventually, finally, Mazin spotted something he was looking for within an office spaced slightly differently than the others. He looked in to find a portrait hanging within a slight depression in the wall, and—ignoring the stern gaze of one of the 99th Marine Branch's former commanders—removed the painting from its place to reveal a button embedded into the wall, "Aha! Found it!"

Seconds later, mechanical sounds and deep rumble of moving stone reverberated out into the hall. With footsteps lighter than an even the softest pillow, Mazin made his way back through the door. "Miss Laurel, check this out! I think this passage in here leads further into the base!"

He looked around the hall wearing a particularly cheeky grin, and how could he not? Where else would a secret path lead, if not elsewhere in the base, than to secret rooms and safe deposits? If nothing else, there would now be a few new places for an unnoticed rat or two to come to hole in.

His tone soon changed, however. Unsure of exactly why, the boy looked over to a barrel nearby...

"Erm, cap'n...?"

JUNIER of GS+ Adox




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Castor O. Nox

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Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku
Age : 24
Race : Three Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Position : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Specialization : Busoshoku
Haki Level : 6
Attack (ATK) : 400
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 350
Level : 56
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The smell of gunpowder and blood filled the air, as dockside Las Camp harbor was packed with personages of every faction. Marines and pirates searching for the others life as their trinkets, whereas survival in the end would be the real reward.

As Dax intercepted the marine's initial gunfire, Castor allowed any stray shots to soar through his person, turning the point of contact to a tiny burrow to which the shells could traverse through, hitting a few marines to his rear.

Honest to Dax's nature, the gold monger raided each corpse, adding true meaning to the words spoils of war. The Greed Sin relished in the idea of amassing any kind of fortune in this exchange, small or large.

Then, two developments on the battlefield startled the Three Eye Tribesman.

First, the appearance of a giant Silver Haired Giant. However, whether by magic or science, the woman had miraculously manifested herself before them, towering over Dax and Castor like a newly erected tower. Their own personal shadows cowered in the face of hers, as she'd adjusted her height to give obeisance.

The woman's words puzzled Castor momentarily, to ask for friendship in the heart of conflict wasn't too strange, but her oddly cheerful tone was contradictory to her intimidating height, without hesitation, Castor's face went blank, without care or thought.

Lifting his head up towards the bob cut amazon, "Weird."Castor declared, nodding in approval at his own assessment of the woman, with every single muscle in his face went lax. Waiting a bit for the woman's response, he'd break out into laughter.

Gashi Gashi Gashi

"But weirds okay! Plus I like your haircut, so sure. We can be friends, Snowflake." Castor responded to the woman's request.

The second anomaly set Castor's blood afire. A mighty roar rattled the very paved concrete dockside that the pirates and marines alike stood atop.The aura infused in the war cry definitely caught the attention of Castor. He hadn't felt a pressure so intense since his first encounters with wild animals on Minion Island. The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention at the beast's non-verbal declaration.

His eyes shifting from one giant to another, Castor noticed the behemoth sized reptile that loomed in the distance. As every stomp forward from his mighty claws dug into the surface effortlessly, the dinosaur's motion came to a halt temporarily. Thrashing his beam sized tail against the concrete, stone fragments the size of horse driven carriages were uprooted for the incoming barrage.

Impaling his tail into the loose slabs, one by one, the reptile catapulted each chunk sky borne, flinging his tail as the catalyst. The first few projectiles crushed neighboring forces, others fell into the harbor, but one in particular came beaming towards Snowflake, Dax and himself.

Lunging into mid-air, darting over the woman's shoulder, Castor flew towards the fragment. Readying Summer Rain's frame, Nox cut the slab into two with one swing, reinforcing it's sharpness by coating the katana in Busoshoku haki. Dodging two more volleys flying towards his person, Castor sharpened his senses, avoiding each by disbursing his being into an elemental state.

The lightning rushed over the each incoming object, progressing the pirate captain's aerial advance. The distance between himself and the dinosaur was now about twenty-five meters, and that was close enough for Castor to have some fun of his own.

Discharging lightning bolts in the form of large spores, similar to that of Dandelions during dispersal, each spore sparkled like surges from live electrical wire.Encompassing the surrounding area, any foe who came into contact with the seed like specs would experience rapid convulsions, similar to the pulsation that occurs with CPR machines but more violent.

Producing enough to cover a warship, Castor motioned the spores towards the dinosaur’s direction in attempts to encapsulate and shock him. Each surge fluttered elegantly like a kaleidoscope of limenitis arthemis. (MT)[Enlil Curse]

Once the electrical seeds had gotten within in range, Castor would snap his fingers as the catalyst to release a lightning bolt that’d run adjacently to the swarm. Once the bolt had electrified a segment of the swarm, the convergence would morph that section into forming the visage of two wolves, which yearned to snap into behemoth’s tail, in attempts to subdue its tantrum. (LT)[ 10 Million Volt – Raiju)

Continuing the onslaught, Castor would transform his right hand into a lightning bolt, taking aim at the beast’s chest cage. As the massive electrical burst surged through the battlefield’s crowd, the lives of marines and pirates alike were sapped from one touch of the lightning bolt. (LT)[Orko’s Whim]

Finally, Castor flew above the dinosaur’s head, attempting to slash summer rain along his skull. (UT)[ Towards Silver] Whether the monster would be able to respond to Castor’s barrage in time would be a sight to see but the pressure to make contact was imminent now that his position was revealed.

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Name : Kaia J. Daisuke
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Haki Level : 1
Attack (ATK) : 215
Defense (DEF) : 140
Reflex (RX) : 225
Willpower (WP) : 130
Level : 25
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There would be another sigh, followed with a slight pout. The girl pulled a small box out and placed it on the railing as she went through the ammo she had been preparing before the fight coming up. Her eyes briefly glanced up as the first ship was pointed at, just as she brought up a good few bullets to inspect before she went to tuck them under her hat. "So their the reason why we're here. Yea?" the gunslinger would ask as she listened to the sort of plight of the feral pirates. "I mean, no clue why they would want to be recognized. Just stay low and away from the government. They won't be doing shit to them then yea? Off their radar. It'll probably just end up being bad for them." Kaia would continue her thoughts as she pocketed her ammo or slotted it onto areas on her belt. Still just listening to the explanations of the other pirates.

"That other group, though. The second one you said." the girl would initially say, snapping her fingers a few times. "The Primetime gang. They won't be a problem for others, right? Sounds like that's a possibility all things considered" she'd continue, sort of brushing the box back down to the ground. It wasn't anything special and she had already emptied it. So she didn't fully care. Of course her answer wouldn't come as Alexa had started to rush off.

Kaia didn't exactly have any reason to rush off as well. Not right now. She was sure to have it handled. Probably. And she'd much rather keep herself calm before such a big fight. She reached up, brushing some of her hair from her face which would prove futile against the dangerous winds of the sea. So those hands would find themselves on her belt as she just quietly looked on ahead for a few moments. Well. She always figured that with someone like Alexa they would be doing something big sometime soon. She just didn't expect everything to happen instantly. She would simply shrug before the shouting gave her the information she needed to head for the lifeboat.

The ride was probably quiet. Kaia didn't talk a whole lot. She mostly glanced on ahead before they finally made landfall. She'd help drag the boat onto the shore a bit, in case it would need to be used later, before just sighing out. "Final. Stable ground. Again." the gunslinger would sigh out as she stretched some. "So what's the deal boss? Where we heading for? Gonna blow something up or what?"
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Name : Zenitsu Ashitori
Age : 23
Race : Human
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
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Perhaps it’s impossible for a sparrow to live on in the open ocean; after all, they do tend to thrive inland, away from the hustle and bustle of the vast roiling waters.

However, the viability of a sparrow living upon this hostile landscape was the farthest thing from his mind as he gasped for air to fill his burning lungs. His eyes were drawn towards the beach by the crimson glint of his companion’s eyes, seemingly glaring down at a less than appealing sight. Shifting past the large daifukus,

“How did he even carry those up?...”

Zenitsu gazed down on the motley crew filled with all sorts of members. A wailing seemed to waft up the mountainside, the sounds originating from a blonde haired man reaching for a sinking cart.

“Is that Captain Ronx? He sorta looks like me…”

Yet, the sight unfolding in front of him left him quite bewildered; while most of the crews he traveled with in the past deferred to their captain’s authority, it seemed as if this group didn’t really care. No one really was lifting a finger to help the poor man with his sinking little boat, but that quickly left his mind with the appearance of the others…

“Is that ...what is that..a skull? With horns? Wearing a suit? That person has blue skin...a fishman?...and there is a girl who is dressed in a way that can only be akin to a princess? What is up with this crew? Is that a mink? Those fangs and claws….Can I fit in here?”

His companion’s words interrupted his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. “Don’t we judge the Marines for recruiting child soldiers?” Zenitsu could not help but watch in awe; there weren’t many who could talk to a Revolutionary General as great as Garland with such a carefree tone. Their conversation slowly tuned out as he focused back onto the imposing figure of the mink amongst those teeming about on the beach below them. His sparrow chirped excitedly, as if acknowledging the power emanating from his menacing figure.

“I ask myself that question every day.” It seemed that whatever they had been talking about had come to a close; both Garland and his new crewmate quieted down as the motley crew reached the top of the hill. Zenitsu quickly heaved himself up off the ground and faced the now silent crew, a stark contrast from the talking hubbub seen when they first landed.

After a few moments of silence, a small figure piped up. “Ehh, so these two are the newbies. How boring. No thank you.” Zenitsu could feel his insides clenching; first impressions are always important, and this wasn’t the one he wanted to make. “That man’s hair looks like a plate full of potato fries.”

“Oh no...am I gonna be the potato fry guy?”

His sparrow chirped gleefully, as if in agreement with what was just said.

A roar in the distance silenced whatever bickering was being had in front of him; his crewmate introduced himself coldly as Acacia, and then it was his turn. With a small, nervous grin, he spoke.

“Hello, my name is Zenitsu! I’ve traveled around here and there, and hopefully I can provide this crew some help in whatever you guys need. This is just my sparrow; he follows wherever I travel.”


As Garland began to outline the plan to the crew, Zenitsu couldn't help but feel a rush of anxiety. Hopefully, he'd be able to prove his worth in the upcoming adventures.
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Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
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Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
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The Rascal bowled right into the small group of Marines that were headed her way. Her arms tucked and shoulders hunched, the small woman began swinging recklessly in the middle of the crowd of men. The sounds of bones breaking, pained yelps, angry retorts, and promised vengeance all flew through the air as Miku simply weaved between her opponents. Rolling between legs, ducking under swords, buckling legs, and knocking out teeth. Miku was in her element as the brawl came to a quick conclusion with all the Marines at her feet. Some holding broken appendages, others grasping shattered jaws, and a few completely still from their internal injuries being too much.

It was during the seconds of silence that an angry cry drew her attention, as Miku turned her head towards the source of the yell her eyes widened in shock. A man-bug creature was flying right at her, luckily she managed to move out of the way as the creature hadn’t done more than charge towards her. “What the hell is that thing, Emi?!” Miku shouted in confusion as she looked at the creature, it had obvious human traits such as it’s face, humanoid body, and even it’s Marine outfit. So obviously it was an enemy, that much was clear as she studied her new opponent. “Are you some kind of Mink person? I heard of your kind and seen a few around here,” at this comment a Mink from one of the warring factions was sent flying over head and into the back of some unsuspecting fighter. “But I haven’t fought one before.” As she said this she grinned and narrowed her eyes, her blood beginning to boil.

“Guess it’s time to see if those crazy rumors are true!” With this said Miku rushed at the bug-man, quickly closing the small distance between them and beginning with a barrage of punches at him. (LT)[Bum Rush] After this the short woman winds back her right arm to deliver a powerful haymaker to the bug-man’s face only to quickly jab at his gut with her left arm. (LT)[Phantom Right] The Rascal however continues the punch that was primed with her right arm and goes straight for the bug-man’s temple before jumping back to create some space between her and the bug-man. (MT)[Ring Your Bell] “Gah, what are your abs made from?! Steel!?!” Miku cries out as she feels the impact of punching what felt like steel in her wrists and knuckles, luckily the padding of her Knuckles allowed her to do such things easily enough but it was still a surprise.

“Hey Emi! Get your skinny butt over here and help me squash this bug!” The young captain yells as she is suddenly attacked from behind with from an ambitious marine. “Gah, you bastard!” Miku quickly disposes of the man with a quick uppercut that knocks several teeth from the man’s mouth followed by a spray of blood. "Don't you know it's rude to creep up on a lady like that?!" Miku yells at the rapidly bleeding out man while she kicked him repeatedly.



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Epithet : Screaming Mantis
Age : 23
Race : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : New Tarot Knight Circle
Ship : Arcanum Arcanorum
Crew Position : Merchant
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
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Attack (ATK) : 200
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Level : 27
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Anton stood before the young pirate, his sword drawn, and quite frankly, scared out of his mind. He didn't want to be in this war to begin with, and now here he was, facing off against a rather strong pirate, if her smacking around the other marines were any indication. And to top it all off, she wasn't alone either.

Something she said though did cause him to pause. Was she mistaking him for a Mink as well? Seriously, this was not the best place for a zoan. People just kept mistaking him for the enemy. "Erm, actually I'm a-GAH! He couldn't even finish his sentence as the young woman suddenly attacked him with a barrage of punches. Even with his exoskeleton, the punches were still quite painful. Throughout the flurry was a blow to his stomach, causing him to double over, before taking a painful smack to the side of the head.

Everything was blurred for a moment. He barely heard what the woman said. Really, not even a minute into the fight, and he was being turned into someone's punching bag. It was really, really frustrating. As the pirate called back to her crew, and was suddenly attacked from behind by a marine, Anton took the opportunity to try and counterattack. Quickly regaining his senses, Anton braced himself, digging his boots into the ground for added traction (Fast Hopping, active). Anton quickly kicked himself off of the ground, shooting towards the distracted pirate. Twisting on his foot, he lashed out with a leg, the attack stopping short, but releasing a burst of air that would punch right into the pirate's midsection (LT - Snap Kick). Anton would quickly close the remaining gap, aiming a second kick right to the side of her head. (UT at Miku).

There was still the case of the pirates that were accompanying her. Anton couldn't forget about them. The worst thing about being in a combat situation like this was the potential to get jumped from multiple sides. Bouncing away from his prime target, Anton raised his sword, letting out a shriek, swinging his blade and firing out a long blade of compressed air, heading straight for green haired pirate, and the fishgirl pirate that seemed to be with them. (MT - Sonic Cutter - split between Emi and Toga). He was still surging on adrenaline, and the momentum he had built wouldn't let him stop. He effectively chased his attack, shooting straight at the two pirates, launching himself to kick at the green haired woman, and then bounce to kick the fishgirl as well. (UT at Emi, UT at Toga)

Anton quickly bounced back to put some distance between himself and the others, trying to keep all three of them in his sight. He was treating this fight like any other fight in the marines. As a matter of survival.


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