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[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways

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Emi Roromiya
Emi Roromiya
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Name : Emi Roromiya
Epithet : Smiling Slayer
Age : 17
Height : 5'5"
Weight : 130 lbs
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : N/A
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Role : Navigator/ First Mate
Devil Fruit : N/A
Bounty : [ber=r] 31,600,000
Balance : [ber] 22,050,000
Posts : 117

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@Miku E. Sato , @Anton La'croix , @Laguna Marie
Sorry about the wait guys
Prove yourself and RISE RISE
There seemed to be a moment that they weren't quite as lucky as they were before as they threw attacks at the marine. He was easily dodging their attacks and though it was mildly frustrating the smile stayed ever prominent on her face. She couldn't really deny that she was having a lot of fun. This fight or really any difficult fight was something she had only dreamed of doing in her quest to be the best swordswoman in the world. So despite the fact that she had missed her last few attacks especially the more heavy hitters she continued to smile. The fact that her kick landed was definitely uplifting and exciting considering she had whiffed the last few kicks she had attempted to land on him before. At least she had that much going for her.

Emi wasn't the least bit worried when he dodged her last two attacks that she launched at him. She'd get a chance to use them again and hopefully hit them next time. She liked that he wasn't just letting them put him down easily and enjoyed a good fight. However, as she thought about what she could do next in her line up of abilities against the marine he was revving up his own counter-attack. It wasn't like she was spacing out in the middle of a battle but in actuality, she was more than willing to take the attack head-on. How else would she get stronger if she couldn't take a little beating every now and then?

Although before she even had a chance to even prove herself against the marine and what looked like a pretty heavy-hitting attack, she felt a force pushing her out of the way of the attack. To say the green-haired pirate was confused would be an understatement especially as she pushed herself up off of the ground. She had been so focused on taking on the marine's attack that she didn't see the source of the force that pushed her out of the way. It wouldn't be until she picked herself up off the ground after being seemingly tackled that she would see the beaten up form of her captain laying in a heap a few meters away from where she had been tackled from only moments before. She stared in almost disbelief at her captain who had very obviously taken the hit that had been meant for her and the amount of damage it had done to her someone who was clearly a lot stronger than her.

"MIKU!" Emi dropped all formality that she had been seemingly using during their entire fight thus far as she called out to her heavily injured captain.

The green-haired pirate didn't move from the spot that she now stood in but it was very evident that she was upset. Her eyes only shifted from Miku as she heard the mysterious pirate girl take a hit from the marine as well. Of course, the hit that Laguna would take wouldn't be nearly as heavy as the one her captain just did. She shook but it wasn't from fear or excitement. "Get up! We aren't going to just take this from this... this..this BASTARD!! We can kick his ass! We aren't just going to let him do what he pleases!" It would become clear for the marine and anyone else around her that she had been shaking from the pure anger the racked her body. As she called out to her current teammates, she was trying to rally the troops and encourage them to fight on despite her voice and tone not being happy and smiley for once. [MT - Tidepool for Miku & Laguna] It would seem that her anger wouldn't just allow her to rally the troops but also seemed to make her feel a little bit lighter and a little bit stronger. [Kenbunshoku Haki & Busoshoku Haki]

The smile that had been every present on her face throughout the fight had faded from her face and had been replaced instead by a fiery look of anger. This marine had messed with her nakama too much and she wasn't going to let him get away with it. She was going to end this fight here and now to teach the bastard a lesson. Emi didn't hesitate to move as she ran towards Anton but before she stood completely in front of him she leaped into the air. Using only Rainfall, she used the single katana to thrust down upon him. [LT- Rainfall on Anton] She didn't just end her onslaught there as she landed after her attack she went right into her next attack. She turned back towards Anton and began stabbing at him repetitively with Rainfall yet again before she brought Wave Breaker into the mix and delivered a downward strike to him. [LT - Turbulent Flow on Anton] As she went to flip back away from him to rejoin her comrades, she would aim a kick at his chest once again putting all the force into the toe of her boot. [UT on Anton] She was still obviously mad by the look on her face as she sent a similar death glare at him to Miku's own.

"You will pay for the pain you caused my captain, bastard."
Make'em remember you, RISE

coded by heroin of gs and adox

COMBAT TRACKERS:


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'Reflex Check' : 7, 14, 5, 10
Castor O. Nox
Castor O. Nox
[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways - Page 5 G7UGK6I
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Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel | Saint Nox
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species/Tribe : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Alliance : -
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector | Pride Sin
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 620,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (To all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.42 (Turf); +0.10 (Blockbuster); +0.20 (To all allies)
Shop Discount : -20%
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 96,000,000
Balance : [bel] 2,470,815,020
[[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[dreamsneverdie]]
[[bookworm]][[untouchable]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[berryprinter]]

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 7:25 am







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Victor: Silver


The young pirate was in way over his head when it comes to stacking up to Silver. In the final moments before the dinosaur’s rampage, Castor took advantage of the difference in their speed’s to fire off a lightning bolt, shaped in the visage of a dragon towards Silver. [HT 60 Million Volt - Julungul– Grazed Hit]

Regardless of the impact, whether it struck or not, he’d follow up with another desperate attempt by tossing his spear at Silver’s leg. [UT – HIT]

What’d happen next would be an intense sensation which fractured most of the bones in his body, the impact of the shockwave stunned the Logia User in a tangible state. Vision becoming blurry, the vigor he once possessed faded in the face of true power, whether his last attempts to fight back would be taken with admiration or only worked in pissing off the Warlord more, time would unveil it’s hand.

The final impact shook the very surface, a loud audible boom cried out, masking the sound of the screams of the marines, pirates and other surrounding members in the area, including Nox’s own. Summer Rain shattered under the force of the shockwaves impact, the Meito he’d used on his journey so far broken in two. [Equipment Break – 15 Willpower] [Extinction Event - AOE & UT hit]

In the final moments of lull before falling to the floor, Castor glared Silver directly in his eyes. Smiling broadly with several of his teeth missing from the front, “You’ve earned… my respect…” Castor declared before falling face first onto the ground.

Unconscious Castor lied in a dark expansive space that was pitch black. Glimmers of light surrounded him, small bright patches. In each patch resided imprints of his memories from his youth until now, the sentiment still stood in his heart what he told Silver, one day, he’d surpass him.

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Word Count:  | Tagged: @Goldmonger @Wren @Brood


Notes: Knocked Out





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The member 'Castor O. Nox' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 7, 2, 10
Castor O. Nox
Castor O. Nox
[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways - Page 5 G7UGK6I
[tracker=/t980-castor-o-nox#4771]
Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel | Saint Nox
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species/Tribe : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Alliance : -
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector | Pride Sin
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 620,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (To all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.42 (Turf); +0.10 (Blockbuster); +0.20 (To all allies)
Shop Discount : -20%
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 96,000,000
Balance : [bel] 2,470,815,020
[[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[dreamsneverdie]]
[[bookworm]][[untouchable]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[berryprinter]]

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:16 am
Berri Bonus Roll! I choose you!

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:16 am
The member 'Castor O. Nox' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 11

Gray's note:

32 million berries granted!

Old balance: 46,854,688
New balance: 78,854,688
Anton La'croix
Anton La'croix
[tracker=/t544-anton-la-croix#2124]
Name : Anton La'croix
Epithet : Screaming Grasshopper
Age : 23
Height : 5'9''
Weight : 186lb
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Marine
World Position : Rear Admiral
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.15 (from world position); +0.16 (from turf); +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 1,472,069,543
[[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[bookworm]][[childofdestiny]]
[[berryprinter]][[punchoutguru]]

[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Turf : [turf="/t299-turf-details-minion-island#1113"]Minion Island[/turf]
Posts : 652

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:21 am
[5 posts done. Time to roll for the money!]
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 10:21 am
The member 'Anton La'croix' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 20

Gray's note:

WOOT! 60 million berries granted!

Old balance: 14,000,000
New balance: 74,000,000
Emi Roromiya
Emi Roromiya
[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways - Page 5 CHwDBFC
[tracker=/t1015-emi-roromiya#4973]
Name : Emi Roromiya
Epithet : Smiling Slayer
Age : 17
Height : 5'5"
Weight : 130 lbs
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : N/A
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Role : Navigator/ First Mate
Devil Fruit : N/A
Bounty : [ber=r] 31,600,000
Balance : [ber] 22,050,000
Posts : 117

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:09 am
[5 posts means money!!!]

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:09 am
The member 'Emi Roromiya' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 1


Gray's notes:

LOOOOOOL! A 20 and then a 1. Goddamn.

Your pitiful 12 million berries have been added.

Old balance: 8,050,000
New balance: 20,050,000
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:20 am
A two would be better than a one LOL
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Nov 08, 2019 11:20 am
The member 'Brood' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 14

Gray's notes:

A fourteen is definitely better than a one.

38 million berries added to Decimus Viora as per your request!

Old balance: 1,050,000
New balance: 39,050,000
Miku E. Sato
Miku E. Sato
[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways - Page 5 Rowdy_10
[tracker=/t600-miku-e-sato#2421]
Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 19
Height : 5'2"
Weight : 122 lb
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Role : Captain
Bounty : [ber=r] 105,000,000
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : 10%
Balance : [bel] 221,877,500
[[baneoftheweak]][[childofdestiny]]
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Nov 09, 2019 10:32 pm


[ seize life with your own hands ]







Group Declaration/Boss Difficulty +0:

Miku took a few moments to stead herself after her declaration towards the marine. The bastard wasn’t holding back any longer and she couldn’t take another hard hit like that, let alone take one for Emi if she gets caught off guard again. Emi’s voice cut through the ringing in Miku’s head as she was still recovering from that rough landing. The concern in her voice was touching and the short woman felt a smirk tug at the corner of her lips despite the intense pain she was feeling all over. It was good to have people who cared about her.

With a wash of renewed vigor from Emi’s rallying remarks, Miku slowly rotated her right arm in slow circles wincing at each rotation. [Emi’s Tidepool]  Yeah, it wasn’t dislocated but fuck if it didnt’ feel as if each movement felt like it was about to tear all the muscles in her arm. The Rascal took a few moments to watch as Emi began to slice at the not Bug-mink and even kick off of him to regroup with herself and that squid girl who was bumbling about. It was during this exchange between Emi and not Bug-Mink that she decided to fight a little dirty in hopes of ending this fight sooner.

The Rascal dashed underneath her Navigator in an attempt to hide from the marine’s view and delivered a haymaker with her left right into where she learned was the solar plexus of most people. [HT- Solar Plexus Punch] She made sure to drive the punch as deep into his side as possible before gritting her teeth and following up with a swift kick at the bastards crotch. [LT- A Lady’s Kick] “You fucked with the wrong woman.” Miku whispered to the bastard as she dropped into a roll that to get behind the bastard and away from Emi.

“Now come and tangle with me ya bastard!” Miku taunted while chucking a random unconscious, possibly dead, marine in his direction in the hopes of getting the strong bastard to turn away from Emi and the squid chick before he decided to take them out with another kick like from before. [UT- Marine Toss] The Rascal refused to let anyone fall before she did herself.


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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Nov 09, 2019 10:32 pm
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'Reflex Check' : 14, 1, 7
Miku E. Sato
Miku E. Sato
[World Event] Bearing a Bear's Ways - Page 5 Rowdy_10
[tracker=/t600-miku-e-sato#2421]
Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 19
Height : 5'2"
Weight : 122 lb
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Role : Captain
Bounty : [ber=r] 105,000,000
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Nov 09, 2019 10:40 pm
Rolling for that sweet sweet boot- I mean Berries... Berries... Give all earnings to Miku please. Or, I guess I could technically give it to myself? Nah, I'll have Gray do it.

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Nov 09, 2019 10:40 pm
The member 'Miku E. Sato' has done the following action : Dice Roll


'Reflex Check' : 19


Gray's notes:

So close to a crit!

Old balance: 6,050,000 berries (106,050,000)
New balance: 54,050,000 berries
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OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Some would call it cowardice, others intelligence. For Brood it was neither. Necessity is what stayed the hands of the brutal sugar tyrant. He knew that his overeager nature and need for victory is what ultimately cost him the lives of so many of his crew-mates. Of his beloved crew that he had spent so long a time building up and nurturing into a fighting force worthy of entering the Grand Line. It was his own inability to stay down that got everyone killed....and now with only Wren remaining from his original crew. With only that one individual under his charge...he could do little beyond take a loss as he saw it. By the time that first shockwave hit him, and it hit him hard, he grunted and crossed his arms for a moment.

Whatever this attack was that was coming, was going to hurt like a son of a bitch...and it did. But not as much as it would have for other individuals whom neglected their vitamins. No, when that big ass lizard-brained asshole came careening down from the sky like some sort of...meteor, Brood was flung back along with the others whom had stupidly entered the range of the assault. Brood realized...that if this was the kind of monster that  lurked in the New World, then he himself would need to spend a hell of a lot more time in Paradise before even attempting of sailing out further. This was the power of a Shichibukai...and it was something that no living individual should ever underestimate. Impressive.

With his body flung back, he knew that he could stay fighting a little long, but there was no guarantee that this opponent didn't have the means of simply doing the same and healing himself, staying in the fight and such. He let his body bounce off the ground, not bothering to flip up onto the heels of his feet and let himself be buried under rubble. immediately suppressing his own haki and staring off into the darkness that now covered him. He thought to himself that if the lightning lad wanted to continue this fight, then by all means do so. But for Brood, he tested the waters and got the measurement that he desired. For him, this raid was over. It was now time to retreat...but he would wait a bit just in case.

For in the end, Brood got what he ultimately wanted. What mattered now, was ensuring that Wren got off the island safely. It wasn't time for the Primetime just yet, but it was fast approaching.

[Combat Conclusion - Loss]




Anton La'croix
Anton La'croix
[tracker=/t544-anton-la-croix#2124]
Name : Anton La'croix
Epithet : Screaming Grasshopper
Age : 23
Height : 5'9''
Weight : 186lb
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Marine
World Position : Rear Admiral
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.15 (from world position); +0.16 (from turf); +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 1,472,069,543
[[baneoftheweak]][[riseandshine]][[bookworm]][[childofdestiny]]
[[berryprinter]][[punchoutguru]]

[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Turf : [turf="/t299-turf-details-minion-island#1113"]Minion Island[/turf]
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Nov 11, 2019 4:32 pm
Anton had to admit, through the haze he was feeling, he was a little surprised the pirate girl did what she did. She jumped in front of the attack, and took it head on. But, she was a pirate, wasn't she? Weren't they supposed to be out for themselves? And his target had been the weaker of the two. Her actions flew in the face of what he had heard about pirates.

However, before he could do anything, the girl she had saved moved, doing...something to the other two girls, boosting their speed, before the pair of them attacked him. Even with the boost that his haki had granted him, Anton wasn't moving fast enough. The damage done to his body. A blow to the stomach from the captain, and overhead blow from the green haired girl. Grunting in pain, Anton tried to lash out with a kick, his leg vibrating as it swung for the pirate captain. (Treble Kick - LT). The two pirates followed with a couple of kicks, and, to top it all off, having one of his fellow marines thrown at him. Anton was knocked off his feet, and flat onto his back. He felt blood trickling down his head, from the crack in the exoskeleton the girl had given him.

Through the raging battle, Celia managed to finally make her way to Anton's location, following the screams. Her eyes widened when she saw Anton on his back, bleeding and at the mercy of three pirates. "Anton!" she yelled out, suddenly running up to put herself between him and the three pirates. Sure, she wasn't as strong as Anton, and she was hopelessly outnumbered, but she would defend him dammit!

Through the haze, Anton saw her. Celia. She was there, trying to fight, trying to defend her, in a completely hopeless situation. his head was spinning, his body was in pain, but he knew what they did to him, they could do worse to her. And yet, here she was, trying to defend him.

If she could do this, than what the hell was he doing?

He pushed his body through the pain, pushing himself off of the ground. Celia blinked in surprise when Anton lept over her, landing in front of her, placing himself between her and the pirates. "Anton?" Anton's eyes were hard, glaring at the pirate captain who was challenging him. His body was running on steam, the pain was excrutiating, but he wasn't going to let Celia fight them alone. "Alright."

Anton shot towards her closing the distance before lashing out with his leg, aiming to kick the pirate girl into the air [Hopper Kick - LT]. Without missing a beat, he through another kick, a burst of compressed air aiming to hit her even higher. [Snap Kick - LT] Without giving her a chance to recover, Anton leaped up into the air after her, aiming a third kick to send her towards the ground. (UT at Miku).

And then there was the green haired girl. Anton wasn't forgetting about her. Landing on the ground, Anton shot towards her, aiming a kick at her midsection, aimed to send her flying back. (UT at Miku).

Anton wasn't going to curl up into a ball and die. He was going to keep on fighting, so Celia, and others, didn't have to.

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Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Shichibukai (Future)
Crew : Gold | Works
Ship : Cleopatra
Devil Fruit : Goru Goru no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 27,900,000
Quality Score : S
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies); +0.11 (from turf)
Shop Discount : -25%
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 251,075,000
Balance : [bel] 0
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Nov 11, 2019 11:35 pm
Without a moment to react, Dax was overrun by the tiny tinkerbell as she bombarded him with words and eventually her claws. He felt his body grow numb as it began to twist and turn, his muscle fibers slithering beneath the skin as they began to shrink and tighten into a lean feminine form.

"F-fuck..." Dax groaned as he clutched at his now petite, flat stomach. "..*blegh*..I don't feel so good..*blegh*..." He said dry heaving, struggling to his feet before collapsing to the ground, writhing in pain. Though he landed wirh a much lighter inpact than the usual drunken tumble he was accustomed too.

The groaning continued as he turtled up on the ground shaking, his tone growing higher and higher by the second. And the golden rings once fitted to his masculine muscles slid off and onto the ground as he rolled about in agony as his body restructured itself at a molecular level.

"Wh..what did you do..?" Dax barked out, "Where are you, ya little shit fuck!" She snapped once more, sitting up and cracking her neck with a growl. "The fu-...?" She paused, glancing down at her now large bouncy bussom in complete and utter awe. That belonged to her. Her. Like a fuckin chick. She thought, Holy fuckin shit.

"Yooooooo! I have some sweet ass fuckin tits!!" The gender bent goldmonger exclaimed as she groped herself intensly. "Like holy shit!...Wait..." she paused with a blank stare before quickly thrusting her hand down the front of her pants. "Ahhhhh." She quivered with overehelming ecstasy, "I could get used to this~!"

Though before Dax could enjoy her newfound body anymore, the chaos ensuing around them snapped the voluptuous woman back to reality. The battle between the beast and her captain finally grinding to a slow hault. "Seems like the little shit bit off more then even he could chew.."  She said with a snicker, the thought of such poweful people in the world setting her panties ablaze.

At this point she'd notice the floating fairy hovering in front of her face with an angry pout. With a crossed eyed stare the woman smiled back, "Well aren't you just the cutest fuckin thing~!"

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I'M TALKING TO YOU.




 



BLACKBELL A. WREN


Wren pursed her lips as she assessed her work, before breaking out into a smile. The abrupt change in her expression was tremendous and all of a sudden, her entire face had transformed from that of a sulking child to that of a beaming vision.

“Hey, don’t you like your new form?” she asked excitedly. “I think I made you look amazing!”

She paused to hear her reply, blushing cheekily should she agree and casting her eyes down sadly in disagreement. Regardless, she would then wave her hand dismissively before stretching it out in front of her to the golden-laden woman.

“My name is Wren,” she declared buoyantly. “Since you’re my latest project, let’s be friends!”

The silver-haired teenager had barely finished her sentence when her attention was immediately stolen away. She allowed the gold-woman to introduce herself and either shake, brush away or ignore her extended hand, but her hazel eyes were clearly drifting.

“Hey,” she announced suddenly. “Doesn’t that look interesting?”

She pointed boldly across the rubble-littered street, a stark reminder of the battle her dearest captain was profusely shedding blood in a grim battle against the dinosaur she had so eagerly sent him off to. Yet despite Brood’s dire situation, Wren was far more interested in the pair of blue-uniformed men crouched behind a drum of oil pushed to its side. A substance of inky and brown fluid gurgled to the ground and tucking her hands behind her back, Wren rose on her tiptoes to peek across the distance.

“What do you suppose they’re doing over there?” she sang lightly. “Shall we go have a look?”

Without waiting for an answer, she immediately dashed off, her feet barely touching the ground as her wings fluttered silently. In her human-sized form, she was too large and heavy for the delicate framework of herself-invented wings to carry her far off the ground, but the small boost they offered was enough to equally maximise stealth and speed.

Ducking behind the jutting length of a broken wall, Wren’s expressions were alight with whimsy, as though sneaking up on a potentially dangerous threat was merely a happy-go-lucky game she was playing in with her new friend. Turning to Dax briefly, she raised her index finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhh!” Sticking her tongue out cheekily, she then clapped her hands over her mouth to muffle a giggle.

“Yes’sir!” snapped one of the marines suddenly.

Wren froze with her eyes wide and her hands still locked over her mouth. She glanced over to Dax before gesturing in a panic. “Do you think they heard us?” she mouthed, flapping her lips wildly. The marine slammed the microphone onto the back of a transponder snail before turning to his partner.

“The treasury is being ransacked by pirates!” he said unnervingly loudly. “They’re targeting something “valuable” and we’ve been ordered to respond!”

“Understood,”
said the other marine militarily.

Wren immediately popped out from hiding, watching as the two marines abandoned their task with the oil drum and rush away without noticing the rosy-cheeked flower girl.

“Something...valuable?!” she said merrily, her eyes bore the symbols of two golden stars in her obvious delight. “That sounds so...interesting! Hey, let’s go!!!”

She sprinted off after the marines again, laughing gleefully as she did. The peppy adolescent skipped past the unmoving body of a mink pirate before hopping over a marine’s and finally skidded around the heated, bloody and gory dual between her fellow Primetime clown and a burly marine. Even as her grunt of a crewmate’s cries of despair echoed over the murderous growl of the marine while he ripped him apart with a jagged-edged saber, she didn’t appear to hold a care in the world.

“I wonder what we’ll find?” sang Wren instead, whistling a jubilant tune as they approached a white building with its entrance held together by two stone pillars.




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Name : Acacia
Epithet : "Black Seed" ("Kurotane")
Age : 27
Height : 8'5" / 257 cm
Weight : 351 lbs / 159 kg
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 250,000,000
Balance : [ber] 582,800,000
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Earlier...

Acacia's long-buried uniform discipline manifested itself without permission to make him iron the collar folds of the donned coat with his thumb. Upon hearing the cheeky boy's uneducated suggestion to split up, Acacia added in a monotonous correction. "Gordon should be on the battlefield. He's the Navy's most valued strategist. There's no chance of him sitting this one out."

The spikey-haired pretend-marine could've sworn he felt a suspicious glance from their fishman "prisoner", but the cuffed grump instead directed his repartee at the mouthy little gremlin.

A few minutes ago...

Acacia served as a sluggish tail to the parade of disguised harlequins. As uninterested as he was in the bickering of these clowns, the inhibited part of him missed the senseless trade of banter with his comrades.

Some years ago...

Acacia poked a fish cake with a lazy fork, twisting and turning it in the aluminium plate with a dwindling appetite. With his chin resting in a palm, he scried the docks through a hazy window to admire the indomitable navy ships standing against the tumultuous waves. Dire grey skies foreshadowed a tempest.

"Your turn." Declared his lunchmate after moving a rook out of striking range of Acacia's knight. Acacia regarded the board for not even a second before moving his queen three squares diagonally. "Checkmate," he said with a weary sigh.

The opponent shut his amber eyes and methodically put away the chess pieces. "You're too good at this," claimed the short-haired marine.

The crimson-eyed loafer snorted. "How many times do I have to tell you, Francis? I'm not good at chess. You're just woefully shit at it. Even plankton couldn't lose to you."

Francis responded with a knowing smile. "You're so humble too. I hope to keep learning from you." There was no sarcasm in his tone.

Acacia scowled and growled, annoyed to the bone. "I'm not humble! You're honestly that bad!"

A meek and drawn-out whine like the bleating of a sickly lamb interrupted their debate. The third marine in their booth raised his ruffled head off the table. A string of drool stretched from the wood surface to a corner of his small, dry lips until it was too thin.

His eyes refused to open while he spoke in a sleepy whisper. "You're toooo loooooud, Aka~"

He tried to turn his head to face Francis but gave up halfway. His eyelids parted somewhat, but his azure irises remained obscured behind his long, dainty lashes. "I wannaaa gooo back to Candy-laaaaan-" The bluenette boy's face fell upon the polished table mid-sentence. He had returned to his slumber.

"It baffles me that Gordon personally asked for Lute to be under his command," Acacia remarked pondering over the snoozing yeanling.

"You shouldn't underestimate him. Steps is diligent in his own ways." Francis defended his sleeping comrade with not a trace of aggression.

"I'm not underestimating him. I'm baffled because Gordon's such a busybody, and Lute is... well, he's Lute." Acacia bit into the last fish square, pouted at the bitterness, then bit again.

After clearing his plate, Acacia tore himself from the bench. "It's my turn to take him back to the barracks, isn't it?" Francis affirmed with a dignified nod.

The grumpy marine looped an arm around the dozer's waist and heaved him under his wing as if he were carrying a sack of flour. If Acacia weren't as tall as he was, the sleeper's hands would serve to sweep the dust off the floor, for his limbs hung loose like a pair of soaked pants hanging over a clothesline.

"Give up on chess, Francis. You're not getting any better." Delivering the friendly suggestion, Acacia departed the mess hall with the Black Sheep of the Navy in tow.

Presently...

Acacia struggled to pick his jaw off the floor. His new captain's cockamamy charisma had somehow suppressed any questions from the dazzled ensign - at least until he had a few seconds to process the interaction.

"Hey wait a minute!" He squeaked nervously before the undercover infiltrators could walk away. "Why is that prisoner with you? Shouldn't you be taking him to the cells? What's going on?"

The tag-along revolutionary cringed over their failed escape but quickly regained his composure. He spun around while continuing to walk away. "Rear Admiral Steps ordered us to bring this prisoner to Vice Admiral Gordon's office for interrogation because he was too busy. It was his nap-time," Acacia explained.

The distress flew away from the challenger's voice with a giggle. "Even during a battle, he won't miss nap time, huh? That sure sounds like him. Carry on!" The nosy small fry marched away with no further questions, allowing Ronx and co. to follow his directions.

The gaudy fishman and the ruddy pipsqueak glared at Acacia suspiciously. "What?" He asked, vexed by the quiet scrutiny.

"How do you know those things about the marine officers?" Baker Becker questioned him with a hushed voice.

"I read it in a newspaper interview." Acacia shrugged, uninterested in providing a more detailed account of his knowledge. The sceptics let the matter lie begrudgingly - at least for the time being.

The battle had drawn away an overwhelming majority of the base's population. Never would there be a more golden opportunity to prance around an active Navy base unchallenged (mostly). They reached their destination without a second interruption.

Acacia took the lead in breaking into the office. He placed a firm hand on the lavender hilt of his katana and sliced the door's frame with a graceful "Iai" technique. The frame—along with the door—fell to the floor with an alarming thud. The betta-fishman rolled his eyes and argued, "Could've at least checked if the door was even locked." Acacia did not react.

Once they entered the office, the two Bonbon X companions (and possibly their captain) were welcomed by a surprising revelation. The office was devoid of a single piece of paper. No bookshelves, no cabinets, no showy ornaments often found in the offices of high-ranking marines.

Cherry looked up with a hint of indignance. "How the hell do we search through documents, when there's nothing to look through?"

"Gordon's the most intelligent officer in the Navy. Any paperwork that goes through him never stays around for long. I'd heard his memory was incomparable, but I still couldn't imagine it to be this good," admitted Acacia.

"Did a newspaper tell you all that too, First Mate?" Cherry remarked sarcastically. Acacia only responded with a subtle smirk, provoking a "tch" from the shorty.

"This was a waste of time then?" Becker jiggled his chains violently. Before they could discuss their next course of action, an ominous "paraparapara" rang from the captain's Den Den Mushi.

Whenever the blonde skipper would answer the call, a distorted and muffled voice would yell out - a familiar woman's voice. "--usukain--a ***Yedi--zz***trai--to**zzz**beat Garl**zzz**com--**zz**yo-- way**zzz"

"Looks like someone's spoiling the surprise. And here I thought I killed them all." Another voice spoke over the broken one. It came not from the den den mushi, but from a silhouette standing at the wrecked entrance. This voice was one all too familiar to the young revolutionaries.

"Yedi-ya...?"

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PIRATES


A few months ago at Prodence Kingdom...

A savage bellow rocked the burning ruins of a port city.

"Calm down, Captain! The city won't be able to survive an all-out fight. We-gara have to leave!" The panther mink's reasoning barely respawned sense into the enraged Yonkou.

"She-gara betrayed me, Bagh!! She spit on all of those years together!" Roared Firebear'd. The ends of his beard were tied in many knots, each glowing with faint orange embers. And yet behind this show of fury were two shaky eyes warping behind tears formed like dew.

Countless mauled marines littered the earth around the wroth bear. He panted and growled as he spotted the hot pink uniform of Vice-Admiral Winters marching through a storm of dirt. The ground around her blackened, and buildings crumbled to dust.

"Come on, Captain! Wild will hold them off while we get on the ship. Let's go back home. You-gara need to think this over with a cooler head," insisted the panther commander. He parried a stray cannon shot with his bisento as if it were a lazily thrown pebble.

The minks surrounding them turned to the shore when Berengar finally relented. Prodence Kingdom would survive another day.

Presently at Las Camp...

The frenzied hoots of a gorilla mink pierced the eardrums of many as he whipped a small silver-haired body into the pavement repeatedly as if it were a sack of meat. Tens of blades jutted out from the ape's limbs and torso. Likening him to a voodoo doll pierced by torturous pins would not have been a far-fetched comparison. But, his victim seemed to be swimming through far more dire straits than him.

Chatter Gorrey, known to many as "The Torment", was the intemperate head cook of the Feral Pirates. Many a folk had regretted earning his ire, and many more never survived to have such regrets. The shichibukai, Demon Blade, had become one more entry in that long list of the latter.

Cobalt Stelle's body was shattered and bloodied beyond recognition; but, that did not stop the psychotic gorilla from treating her corpse like a wet towel one might use to bully someone in a locker room.

"That's enough, Gorrey! She-gara is dead. Let it go." Panther Lily stared down his crewmate with the tip of his bisento pointed at him. Bagh wielded his polearm as if it were an extension of his body.

The commander's stern demand lifted the cook's indignance. The beast pulled each sword, spear, and axe plugging the crimson holes in his flesh one-by-one without so much as a twitch, for he was known to feel no pain.

An uneasy quiet had settled across their vicinity. The wreckage of Navy warships to their rear had nearly sunk to the ocean floor with nary a survivor in sight. The Marines defending the centre had retreated into the town, while their flanks remained unfazed against the pirate alliance's onslaught.

"Since we've broken through their centre, why don't we-gara pull everyone from the fringes and pour through here?" Grunted Gorrey. He unsheathed one last blade—an ornate rapier—from his bruted eye socket and thrust it back into the still breast of its silver-haired owner. The woman's body was twisted and misshapen like a thicket of thorny rose bushes. Bagh stole a solemn glimpse of the shichibukai's gory fate before scanning the abandoned streets leading into the heart of the island.

They could see several fortified towers scattered in and around the town from this distance. Bagh's pupils thinned as he spoke. "Something doesn't feel right. We-gara broke their line too easily. They say the Demon-in-Glasses is the Navy's best strategist. If there's any truth to that rumour, there has to be a catch."

He turned to the gorilla, who had now lit a cigar between his blue-grey lips. "We'll keep their flanks on the front line occupied. Let's press on with who we-gara we have here for now." Several minks and allied pirates had now gathered around them as they prepared to invade further.

Elsewhere, near the flanks where the dinosaur had rampaged not long ago, corpses and rubble cluttered the streets. The lines had shifted a safe distance away from where the shichibukai had left two supernovae in the dirt.

A mute woolly rhino waddled through the ruins at his own pace. The mink was four metres tall, but his hunched back made him seem shorter. One torpid step at a time, he collected the junk left behind by the dead under one of his burly arms. He tested each new find by striking it against the sturdy yellowing horn on his muzzle.

While scavenging, a unique treasure caught his eye. It was a long cane striped red and white. He shuffled to the oddity and stripped it from its former owner. This artifact—which happened to look and smell much like one of his favourite treats—tempted the rhino into snatching a small lick. A deep frown furrowed his bushy greying brows and wrinkled his leathery forehead. The candy cane was fake, for all he tasted was metal.

While mourning this disappointing find, the rhino happened to notice dust moving away from around the mouth of the white-haired fellow lying on the ground. The beefy scavenger stared for an eternity.

A distant warrior's cry ended his trance. He stuffed the candy cane with the heap of weapons in tow, and then looped his fat fingers around the dark-skinned "dead" pirate. With a voiceless movement of his mouth, he slung him over one of his broad (but droopy) shoulders.

Next, he stopped by the bloodied body of a three-eyed fellow. The rhino had observed these warriors' desperate struggle against the mighty dinosaur. His expression remained unmoved as he scooped up the second unconscious pirate's half-corpse and hung it over his free shoulder. He did not fail to retrieve the two valuable weapons which the man had been using earlier. Wiping his bloodied hands on a stained apron, he began his silent lumbering walk towards the Laguz.

MARINES


Presently at the foot of the Red Line near Mary Geoise...

A violent storm prefaced the conflict promised under the umbrella of the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. Three notorious figures awaited the assault alongside their uneasy allies in white and blue.

"They are here. I sense only a part of their entire fleet. It appears the bait at Las Camp was at least a partial success." The woman stood still as a mountain. Her bewitching purple eyes opened slowly. She wore a silver dress with hundreds of swirling gold patterns sewn upon it. The fabric hugged her waist and hips tightly, highlighting the enticing curves of her frame.

A few feet behind her, a one-eyed young man fiddled with a black-metal anchor longer than his body as if it were a walking cane. He ran his fingers through his thick, silver hair and crowed. "Iris-chaaaan~ You're not giving the furries enough credit. It was a cheap trick to try and lure them to the blues. If only they'd listened to my--"

The Witch of the Waves was too impatient to allow him to finish. "Not that it concerns me, but, they do not listen to you because your plans only ever serve your own interests in the end. Besides, you are not half as clever as you think you are, Galinstan." She folded her arms, the wide cuffs of her sleeves hanging down to her waist.

"Even if I were a quarter as clever as I think I am, I'd still be cleverer than the rest of the world. Cheeheeheehee~" giggled the "Stainless" privateer. He walked over to a 70-pounder naval gun and straddled it as if he were mounting a horse. The marine manning the cannon could do little more than gawk while his designated weapon was violated.

"You forget the Navy's Vice Admiral Gordon, Jax-dono," the octopus-crab fishman in their company noted. He wore a long, brown coat which hid much of his scaly body. But, the former pirate could do nothing to hide the tens of slimy tentacles writhing from his jaws and cheeks to form a fishy beard.

"Hah! The Demon-in-Glasses is more overrated than the claim of fishmen being ten times stronger than humans." Jax slid forward on the cannon to tip its nose down—much to the cannoneer's dismay.

Iris hissed at her disagreeable colleague. "You should try a little humility some time. Perhaps you would not be so obnoxious if you did."

Jax glanced at the tentacled swordsman with a cheeky grin. "I don't wanna be boring like Brons-san here." The fishman did not react in the slightest to the gibe. Instead, he held down his tricorne hat with a crab's pincer for a hand when a gust blew over them.

Dark outlines of the dreadful armada of the Feral Pirates now peeked through the thick curtain of rain like a horde of sea kings.

Jax continued. "Anyways, my point is, if the Navy just listened to me, this could've been an easy win. And what's with them keeping Sterling away from the front line?"

"The Celestial Dragons personally requested him to defend them closely." Brons answered in a monotone which did not betray his opinion of said request.

"That is the most moronic idea they've had through this whole thing. You should keep a pet monster where it belongs - close to your enemy. If the Sky God were here, there would be no chance of the fire-crazy teddy bear breaking through."

The slightest of smirks malformed a corner of Iris' glossy lips. "Oh? Are you implying you are not good enough to handle the Feral Pirates?"

Jax raised his one good brow as he dismounted the violated cannon. He balanced himself on the edge of the stone wall, swinging up his anchor to rest on a shoulder. "Don't be silly, Missy Witchy. I never claimed to be the strongest man in the world; only the smartest. Being the smartest man doesn't mean much if I can't move the pieces how I want."

Back at Las Camp...

"You shouldn't have told him about Demon Blade, old man. He was useful, for once, on the right flank. Steps'll have to cover for him now." Gordon sighed.

Warp dug out a perfectly round booger with a pinkie and scrunched his nose. Flicking the booger at nothing in particular, he cackled. "Wahaha! The kid liked her a lot, even if he showed it in the most disturbing of ways. Keeping people in the dark is more your brand of justice."

Gordon shrugged and adjusted his neat tie-knot to sit closer to his neck.  After responding to a transmission update informing him of enemy movements, he addressed his senior's taunt. "At least I don't laze around like you until half of our precious soldiers are dead."

The elderly vice admiral's nostrils flared as he retorted. "Says the man who sacrificed half our fleet just to give the pirates a 'false sense of security'. And now you offered up our centre too. What if your trap doesn't work? Besides, you're the one who asked me not to go anywhere."

Gordon only smiled and spoke into a small transponder snail strapped to his wristwatch. "Code: All Blue."

The earth shook, and the sky seemed ready to fall when thousands of explosions broke the tranquillity preserved within the town of Las Camp. Black plumes now veiled each one of the umpteen towers surrounding downtown.

After the barrage of cannon fire ended, the wailing of the dead-to-be haunted the city streets. The sudden assault had levelled half the district.

Gordon answered a call from a frantic marine after a long pause. "The volley was successful, sir! At least six hundred pirates were caught in the attack and are confirmed dead. But, as you expected, Panther Lily survived. We also spotted The Torment, but he looked severely wounded. Our forces are still holding back pirates around the 33rd and 4th piers. Their flanks did not disengage to punch through the centre, sir."

Gordon tsked and pouted. "Would've been nice if they all fell for it. I'd bet my glasses Panther Lily smelled the trap." He huffed. "It doesn't matter. We paid them back three-fold. I'll handle Lily myself. Relay a message to all of our men operating the towers. Their next mission is to hunt down any survivors in the city and then reinforce the frontlines. Cycle out any casualties and treat the wounded as per your previous orders."

Warp shifted. "Going after the clever cat yourself, are you? When do I get to do anything fun?"

Gordon dismissed his complaints with a wave. "If I let you fight how you wanted, we wouldn't have an island left to defend."

Warp's guffaw was near as loud as the bombardment. "Wahahahaha! Don't be smart with me after you just blew up half a town."







Goldmonger
Goldmonger
Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Shichibukai (Future)
Crew : Gold | Works
Ship : Cleopatra
Devil Fruit : Goru Goru no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 27,900,000
Quality Score : S
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies); +0.11 (from turf)
Shop Discount : -25%
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 251,075,000
Balance : [bel] 0
[[hardboiled]][[berryprinter]]
[[ancientzoan]]x2[[logia]][[firstaidkit]]
Turf : [turf=/t353-turf-details-rubeck-island#1168]Rubeck Island[/turf]
Posts : 235

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Dec 03, 2019 8:18 pm
Collecting her thoughts, Dax studied the winged female in front of her before responding, “I mean, I’d say you did a pretty good fuckin job there, tinkerbell!” She laughed, bouncing her newfound breasts rhythmically as she spoke.

Glancing up, she’d notice the pixie’s extended hand, “Name’s Dax..-“ She’d start too say before her words started began drifting off, her attention following that f her attacker, leaving the pair shaking hands aimlessly as their attention fixated on the marines in the distance. “I mea-….” Dax would start too say once more before being abruptly cut off by the woman’s spastic nature. “Yeah, sure, that looks like boatloads of fuckin fun…” She quipped with a sarcastic eye roll as she pulled herself up and crept after her newfound companion.

As Dax approached from the rear, the pixie known as Wren turned back and shushed her before she even made a sound, “Seems alittle unnecessary...” The genderbent goldmonger grumbled under her breath, thinking to herself that if anything she created even more noise by haphazardly shushing.
With a shock, the shout of the marine snapped her back to reality just in time two hear the only two words that mattered, treasure and valuable. Like music to her ears, a golden fanged smile erupted on her face as she responded to her sister in arms with a silent shake of her head, mouthing back a simple no.

Once the marines were out of site, Wren dashed ahead once more, kicking up dust in trail as she hovered right above the surface. “Real fuckin interestin indeed~!” She whistled loudly, swaggering behind Wren at her own pace.

By the time Dax had caught up he glanced over towards the battlefield where Castor’s corpse laid sprawled out and bloodied in the dirt. With a snicker, Dax nodded her head towards the tiny samurai, “Don’t die on me now ya fuckin shrimp!”, her words drowned out beneath the echoes of cannon fire as the pair approached the small marine base.

“Psst!” She called out, “Aye pixie, c’mere!” Dax called out in a hushed yell, doing his best to get the attention of the ditzy fairy. “There ain’t no way we re both sneakin in here unnoticed, got any other tricks up your sleeve?!”
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Dec 04, 2019 9:05 pm
Round One

Roll 1A --> Ronx uses MT [DoT: Cereus Larua] on CP9 Agent.
Roll 1B --> Ronx uses LT [Flat Hybrid: Obcillo Arcx] on CP9 Agent.
Roll 1C --> Ronx uses LT [Flat: Preying Aquilam] on CP9 Agent.
Roll 1D --> Ronx uses UT on CP9 Agent.

Roll 2A --> CP9 Agent uses MT on Ronx.
Roll 2B --> CP9 Agent uses LT on Ronx.
Roll 2C --> CP9 Agent uses LT on Ronx.
Roll 2D --> CP9 Agent uses UT on Ronx.
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