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Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Height : 6'7" / 201 cm
Weight : 240 lbs / 109 kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Hitpoints (HP) : 250
Attack (ATK) : 395
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 350
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 70
Experience Points : 7063
Bounty : 250,000,000
Berries Berries : 582,800,000
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[Episode] Corruption of Blood Empty [Episode] Corruption of Blood

Wed Dec 18, 2019 10:40 am
Quest Information:

Quest Name: Corruption of Blood
Quest Category: Episode
Player Participants: Yumiko (+1), Acacia (+2)
Planned Location(s): City of Durban, Durban Island (Uncharted Island, East Blue)

Summary: The sea-faring king of Durban Island became enamoured by the idea of piracy and turned to it himself. In this reckless endeavour, he climbed into bed with some dangerous entities which corrupted the City of Durban into a dystopian state. With corrupt marines accepting bribes to ignore the criminality of the island's ruler, a bold Navy soldier must defy her superiors to restore order on this island and expose the shady figures puppeteering the king. Through this undertaking, Yumiko will team up with an uneasy ally and inspire him into action (albeit begrudgingly).

A sliver of morning light broke in, filtered red through the thin edges of embroidered curtains. Acacia's eyelids argued with the punctual rays. They insisted on remaining shut just five more minutes, and another five, and another, but, the sun's argument was unyielding.

Acacia rolled out of the cushy mattress with a hoarse groan. A dark fleece blanket slid off his bare skin lazily. It clung to his exposed phallus until a movement of the hips sent it to the carpeted floor. He pressed a finger to his forehead in hopes of magic-wanding away a throbbing hangover. When that trick failed, he resorted to drowning the headache with a deep swig from a demijohn of Ilusian Red.  The warm and sweet liquid washed down the buildup of nightly cough and lit a furnace in his belly. There were few better cures for the symptoms of too much booze than one more bottle of booze.

He tossed the drained vessel into the indent he had left in the bed. It did not stir the other undressed body resting on it. Thick blonde hair veiled the woman's pale, tattooed back. The same tattoos—coiling green serpents and purple chains—spread like an infection along her thin arms, over her wide hips, and down to the back of her knees.

The blonde had a blanket matching Acacia's pincered between her legs with one end clutched in a loose fist. The spiky-haired drunk's crimson gaze traced the young woman's curvaceous outline. He could not recall the touch of her flawless skin nor the sound of her moans - were they soothing or grating? The previous night was a half-solved mystery like most nights before it.

He lifted a crusty sheet of paper off the dresser and strained to identify a barely familiar face printed on it. "'Black Seed' Acacia, wanted for treason, mass murder, destruction of government property..." and a plethora of other charges he could not be bothered to read. The hundred-and-ten million berry bounty placed upon him was rather generous for his first, he thought. Crumbling the poster into a wrinkled ball, he peeked through the curtains to hurl it out of the window. Filth of a hundred kinds and one littered the narrow streets below; what was one piece more?

Uncountable pillars of black smoke stemmed from buildings tall and short. In a distant alley, Acacia could see three shaded figures punching and kicking a smaller one. In another, he could see a congregation of hooded vagrants, with one proselytizing on a crate.

The city of Durban was dilapidated; one could watch it sink into a nightmarish sludge of piracy and corruption by the hour. The shoddy bits of information Acacia had picked up through his inebriated torpor implied the island's ruler to be the culprit behind its depraved state. As his mind wandered to ruling families of more familiar islands, his thumb unconsciously caressed the golden band around his ring finger, while his other hand went to fiddle with his locket only to find it missing. He panicked.

Short breaths and a cold sweat overwhelmed him. His head swung side to side as his unsteady eyes scanned the dim room for an acquainted silver shine. "Where the hell is it?!" His alarm snapped the woman awake with a gasp. He stampeded closer, ripped her covers, and jerked her to her feet. The blonde's arms instinctively shielded her unmentionables. "Where. Is. My. Locket?" Acacia specified. Accusation riddled every word.

The girl lifted a finger, her amber eyes quivering behind a layer of liquid. She pointed to a padded oaken chair placed in the corner. His attire from the day before rested on it, folded neatly. Atop the clothes was a thick chain with a single sterling silver wing hanging at its end. And a katana with a lavender grip and scabbard leaned against the chair.

Acacia sighed and retreated two steps away from the undeserving victim of his outburst. "Get out." She retrieved her own folded apparel off the floor and started dressing herself. "Now."

She walked out wearing only a white faux-silk button-up with rolled-up sleeves and a thin pair of maroon panties with floral patterns. "You're an asshole," she declared, standing in the hallway holding her dark jeans, cavalier hat, and ankle-high boots.

"I know..." Acacia mumbled to himself, for she did not wait for him to comment.



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COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:

(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

HP: 250
ATK: 350
DEF: 250
RX: 335
WP: 300

PLAYER RATIOS:

(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)

{}
RX%:
DMG%:



USED 0 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:

(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)

TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}


TOGGLES
{toggle name} | {toggle effect}


HAKI
{haki type} | {haki effect}

0 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI ACTIVE:

(List all techniques that have currently active effects and indicate the remaining duration. Also, indicate what effects they are dealing: e.g. DoT value, Stat Morph value.)

TECHNIQUES
{active technique name} | {damage/effects} | {duration left}


TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}


HAKI
{active haki type} | {haki type} | {haki duration left}

0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:

(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of turns before you can use them again.)

TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {cooldown left}


HAKI
{haki type} | {cooldown left}

CREW NPC STATS:

(List the current values of your Crew NPCs for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

{NPC name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:


{NPC name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:



CREW NPC RATIOS:

(For each one of your Crew NPCs, list their current RX% and DMG% against their opponents.)

{NPC name} vs. {opponent name}
RX%:
DMG%:



CREW NPC TECHNIQUES USED:

(List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

{NPC name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}


{NPC name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}



BOSS STATS:

(List the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

{}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:



BOSS RATIOS:

(For each one of your bosses, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew NPCs.)

{} vs. {Acacia}
RX%:
DMG%:



BOSS TECHNIQUES USED:

(List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by your Bosses  if you or your NPC Crew are the direct targets.)

{BOSS name}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
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Yumiko
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Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 26
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Marine Rank : Commander
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 220
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 250
Willpower (WP) : 240
Level : 34
Experience Points : 3438
Income Multiplier : +13%
Berries Berries : 287,896,000
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Wed Dec 18, 2019 4:43 pm
Red morning sun swept its rays over the docks, offering some warmth for a large, blue ship. Reminiscent of ants, uniformed soldiers scurried around performing their morning duties. Some were swabbing the deck, few were carrying crates around and the lucky ones got to enjoy breakfast. Among them stood one figure donning rather unusual attire, a large-sleeved kimono from a far-off country. A closer look revealed a young woman with her long, raven hair worn in an odd manner, much like a cape hanging over her back. Arms folded, the vigilant woman stood at guard by the ship’s gangway while her comrades loaded cargo. Her icy stare deterred any suspicious characters from approaching. ...Or maybe it was the long blade hanging from her hip. Either way, the scum of the harbor kept their distance.

Durban Island... If there was a city more wretched, Yumiko hadn’t seen one. A land of rats eating rats in broad daylight. Their ship had barely been docked for a couple of hours and she had already witnessed three robberies, two murders and one... awful, shameful, outright indecent act in the shadows of the shipping containers. It was even worse than the tales told of the ancient lawless areas in Wano Country. Most infuriatingly, she had been explicitly forbidden from interfering. The commander had told her they were on an important mission and could not act carelessly. It was not her place to question her orders, but... Upon spotting motion down a shady alley, she squinted with scathing disapproval before averting her gaze. Two indecent acts. This was unbearable.

Eventually the ship’s captain, Hoggish by name, deigned to show himself. A man built like a barrel with arms and legs squeezed through the cabin door. While his figure was round and stout, sturdy muscles bulged through his sleeves. A bald head shined in the sun. His tiny, beady eyes were accompanied by a huge, toothy grin. Cracker crumbs clung to his bushy, black beard. ...Which was definitely not trimmed to meet the Marine dress code. However, pointing that out was considered insubordination. The captain always insisted the Marine code with its various sections was more of a guideline. His word, on the other hand, was the law.

And once again he was ready to lay down some law...

Quickly barked commands brought all soldiers to a tidy formation. The deck creaked as Hoggish slowly paced back and forth. “Men! And Yumiko...” He passed a sideways glance at the odd one out. “As you know, we are here to complete an important escort mission or something like that. It’s imperative that we handle this with unfaltering subtlety, precision and other such words. I expect each and everyone of you to take your assigned duty seriously or whatever.” He stopped to again give a pointed stare at the swordswoman. “And Yumiko... Do not draw your blade or transform unless it is to protect the envoy or something like that.” The order was met with a swift nod. “As is thy will, sir.” Another order she did not agree with, but... She would follow it nonetheless. Follow it to the letter.

Satisfied with the response, the captain nodded back. He knew that for all her annoying quirks, she at least knew his orders were absolute. “Good. Now go prepare or whatever. We have a tight schedule to follow or some such. Dismissed and so forth.” With that all the uniformed ants got back to scurrying. ...All except Yumiko. She still stood stiffly in attention, drawing an odd look from the burly superior. “Sir, permission to speak freely?” She received a flat stare that just silently screamed all the variations of nope. “...Denied. Back to work, soldier, or something.” He had not gotten enough coffee to deal with one of her rants this early in the morning. In response, she saluted. “Sir, yes sir!” She locked away the thoughts behind the motion. No, it was not her place to question...
   
COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:


   HP: 100
   ATK: 145
   DEF: 50
   RX: 120
   WP: 100

   
PLAYER RATIOS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)

   vs. {opponent name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
USED 0 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:

   (List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)

   TECHNIQUES
   {technique name} | {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   


   TOGGLES
   {toggle name} | {toggle effect}
   


   HAKI
   {haki type} | {haki effect}

   
0 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI ACTIVE:

   (List all techniques that have currently active effects and indicate the remaining duration. Also, indicate what effects they are dealing: e.g. DoT value, Stat Morph value.)

   TECHNIQUES
   {active technique name} | {damage/effects} | {duration left}
   


   TOGGLES
   {active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
   


   HAKI
   {active haki type} | {haki effect} | {haki duration left}

   
0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:

   (List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of turns before you can use them again.)

   TECHNIQUES
   {technique name} | {cooldown left}
   


   HAKI
   {haki type} | {cooldown left}

   
CREW COMPANION STATS:

   (List the current values of your Crew Companions for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

   {Companion name}
   Level:
   HP:
   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
   WP:
   


{Companion name}
   Level:
   HP:
   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
   WP:
   



   
CREW COMPANION RATIOS:

   (For each one of your Crew Companions, list their current RX% and DMG% against their opponents.)

   {Companion name} vs. {opponent name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
CREW COMPANION TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

   {Companion name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   


{Companion name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   



   
OPPONENT STATS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

   {Opponent name}
   Level:
   HP:
   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
   WP:
   



   
OPPONENT RATIOS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)

   {Opponent name} vs. {your name/companion name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)

   {Opponent name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
   



   


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Acacia
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Tracker

Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Height : 6'7" / 201 cm
Weight : 240 lbs / 109 kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Hitpoints (HP) : 250
Attack (ATK) : 395
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 350
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 70
Experience Points : 7063
Bounty : 250,000,000
Berries Berries : 582,800,000
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Fri Dec 20, 2019 11:11 am
Acacia wandered along a muddy road in a haze. His only destination was a state of intoxication from which he would never escape. He indulged in a bottle of absinthe gripped in one hand, and a smoking blunt pinched in the other. Blowing a devil may care cloud at nothing in particular, he coughed. The "whites" in his eyes were near as red as his irises - veiny and revolting. And yet his gait was steady and sober (though just a bit listless) in defiance of his inebriety.

A scream rolled out like a pernicious invitation from behind a ramshackle set of swinging doors. It came from an exotic restaurant with its roof edges curved up and its corners accented with rotten redwood. Acacia did not stop.

He heard three gunshots discharged from a hole-in-the-wall pawn shop. A raggedy silver-haired half-corpse riddled with three matching holes in his shirt fumbled out. The fool ate dirt with an absurd smile. Acacia still did not stop.

His bibulous stroll brought him to a filthy wharf. Moss crawled up the poles and infested the pier's mouldering planks. A docked marine blue ship cast a giant shadow over and around him, consuming all other shadows. The sky behind the ship's mast was yellow like a bruise on the mend. A hopeful philosopher might have seen it as a sign of better times to come. Acacia was neither hopeful nor a philosopher.

His two companions—Mr Hooch and Ms Mary Jane—had forsaken him by now. He approached a dock-side teriyaki stall - cannabis tends to stimulate one's appetite. Teriyaki for breakfast was an adventure on its own.

The stall owner assessed Acacia critically. He wore a stained wife-beater and loose trousers and had a dark moustache efforting to mask the hive-like blemishes on his cheeks and jaws. Acacia's outfit seemed almost touristy in comparison - a white crew-neck shirt with the words "You can't drink all day unless you start in the morning" in a lazy font, khaki cargo shorts and sandals, and his one-and-only black hoodie—fully unzipped—festooned with prints of white wings. His precious wing-shaped locket hung bravely off a chain around his neck.

"Come, come. How many sticks do ya want, feller?" Asked the moustached man with unexpected energy. Acacia glanced at the pile of half-cooked chicken cuts and the bowls of brown sauces resting next to a low flame. "Four."

"That'll be a hundred-twenty berries." The cook raised the flame and stabbed a faux-wooden skewer into the heap of chicken, expertly piercing it through six or seven pieces. He repeated this three more times and laid the skewers on the grill before generously pouring sauce on them.

While his hands worked, his tongue worked harder. "These useless fuckin' marines, I tell ya. They come and go every other week and don't do diddly squat." He flipped a skewer on the grill, and then the rest. "They don't give two shits what happens to this country so long as they get their two berries."

Acacia looked over at the marine ship behind him. An officer barked illegible orders to his drones. "They might as well be goddamned mercenaries. Our good King Eric feeds silver to their pockets, and they feed our city to the wolves." Acacia exchanged a few small bills for his first skewer and included payment in advance for the rest.

"Looks like they're about to parade through town. Special occasion?" Acacia asked with scant traces of interest. He bit into the sauced meat. Its hot tender strings warmed the insides of his cheeks.

"I heard they're escortin' some bigshot. I ain't got any details." The teriyaki-man placed the remaining sticks in an old newspaper page and presented it to his red-eyed customer. "Alls I know is that somethin' big's about to happen at the castle when they execute those poor fools today."

"Execute?" Acacia cocked a brow.

"You ain't heard? They caught a few of them rebels. Eric's gonna execute them at noon." His volume was down to a whisper. "There's an underground resistance on the island that's tryin' to free Durban and overthrow the king. They ain't havin' much luck though."

Acacia shrugged and turned away. "This city seems beyond saving. Good luck with your resistance, old man."

The troop of marines marched off the docks with their escortee and into the city. A whim to spend his day doing something besides drinking and whoring struck him like a bat to the head. He found himself trailing after the naval escort towards the castle, curious to spectate a Durban-style execution. Is that why the marines were here or was it just a coincidence?

The fact that Acacia himself was a wanted man had slipped his mind entirely.


tags: @Yumiko
notes: King Eric of Pomerania was a historic king in the Poland/Germany region who was dethroned and thus turned to piracy. I was thinking of basing our villain on him. As such, if you like, we can make Eric an Inu Inu no Mi user, Model: Pomeranian. It would be adorable to see Yumiko fight a feral Pomeranian in her weasel form.


COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:

(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

HP: 250
ATK: 370
DEF: 250
RX: 335
WP: 300

PLAYER RATIOS:

(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)

{}
RX%:
DMG%:



USED 0 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:

(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)

TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}


TOGGLES
{toggle name} | {toggle effect}


HAKI
{haki type} | {haki effect}

0 TECHNIQUES ACTIVE | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI ACTIVE:

(List all techniques that have currently active effects and indicate the remaining duration. Also, indicate what effects they are dealing: e.g. DoT value, Stat Morph value.)

TECHNIQUES
{active technique name} | {damage/effects} | {duration left}


TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}


HAKI
{active haki type} | {haki type} | {haki duration left}

0 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 0 HAKI COOLING DOWN:

(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of turns before you can use them again.)

TECHNIQUES
{technique name} | {cooldown left}


HAKI
{haki type} | {cooldown left}

CREW NPC STATS:

(List the current values of your Crew NPCs for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

{NPC name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:


{NPC name}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:



CREW NPC RATIOS:

(For each one of your Crew NPCs, list their current RX% and DMG% against their opponents.)

{NPC name} vs. {opponent name}
RX%:
DMG%:



CREW NPC TECHNIQUES USED:

(List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

{NPC name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}


{NPC name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}



BOSS STATS:

(List the current values for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

{}
Level:
HP:
ATK:
DEF:
RX:
WP:



BOSS RATIOS:

(For each one of your bosses, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew NPCs.)

{} vs. {Acacia}
RX%:
DMG%:



BOSS TECHNIQUES USED:

(List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by your Bosses  if you or your NPC Crew are the direct targets.)

{BOSS name}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
{class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage} | {target}
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Yumiko
Tracker

Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 26
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Marine Rank : Commander
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 220
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 250
Willpower (WP) : 240
Level : 34
Experience Points : 3438
Income Multiplier : +13%
Berries Berries : 287,896,000
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Sat Dec 21, 2019 5:15 am
Before long Captain Hoggish bellowed again, herding his soldiers into formation. The door of the guest quarters creaked open. A posh and pompous woman strutted out, dressed in elaborate silken robes. Golden jewelry chimed softly with each step. She wore more money than an honest person could earn in a lifetime. Beneath the layers of makeup and perfume was a woman who could’ve been beautiful without all of it. Wind played with the long curls of her blonde hair. Her blue eyes glimmered like gemstones. Clear. Shiny. And oh so very cold. Supposedly she was the daughter of a king from a distant land, a princess by blood. Though the name of the particular kingdom had never come up for some reason...

With the VIP surrounded by soldiers on all sides, the captain led the rectangular formation through the city. The samurai trailed dead last, constantly sweeping the surroundings with her suspicious gaze. Her official orders had been to watch the rear. The fact that this position also kept her out of the captain’s sight was just a coincidence. Or something like that. As the formation slowly marched through the twisted streets, the locals sneered and jeered. Lapdogs, assholes, bastards, each insult of the torrent was slightly fouler than the rest. As if the drunks were competing in who could come up with the most creative combinations. Stonewalling them only seemed to fuel their hate further.

In Yumiko’s opinion, beside all the criminal element running rampant, the worst thing about Durban was the smell. It clung to the air like a spiderweb buzzing with flies. She pinched her nose shut. It didn’t do her much good when she could practically taste the death and decay in the air. Smoke, blood, bodily waste... And alcohol. Running like rivers across the numerous bars. Not any manner of fine sake either, no... It was the kind of cheap swill that got even the most rotten soul drunk at best. And made one blind at worst. In such an environment her sharpened senses were a worse curse than being a hammer. Far too many things slipped her notice under the veil of filth.

After a small eternity of enduring seething hatred, the envoy finally reached the castle. In stark contrast to the cesspool of a city, the mighty stone building stood proud and pristine, like a monument to something. Greed, perhaps. Numerous guards patrolled the perimeter and the walls. Even the gate alone had several hulking figures watching it. Yet the samurai felt uneasy. She had expected the guards of the local Shogun to look more... heroic. Rather than brutes armed to the teeth. She quickly shook the shameful thoughts out of her head. What was she doing, judging these noble souls by their appearances alone? With a deep breath, she regained her resolve. ...And gagged when the stench of the city crept up on her again. Bleagh. Best to breathe through the mouth.

On the other side of the castle gates, a courtyard was decorated much like one might expect. Flower beds filled with colorful species, muscular statues depicting the king, a beautifully decorated fountain... And a large, raised platform with a chopping block at the center. The formation came to stop next to it. With a single command, the first soldiers stepped aside so that the princess could walk past them. Upon seeing her, one of the guards announced the king had been informed of the guest’s arrival and would arrive to meet her shortly. Meanwhile, the swordswoman was preparing to kneel. Hm, nay, prostrate herself completely. Surely the captain would order it when the local Shogun arrived.
   
COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:


   HP: 150
   ATK: 145
   DEF: 50
   RX: 120
   WP: 100

   
PLAYER RATIOS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)

   vs. {opponent name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
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   TECHNIQUES
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   TOGGLES
   {toggle name} | {toggle effect}
   


   HAKI
   {haki type} | {haki effect}

   
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   {active technique name} | {damage/effects} | {duration left}
   


   TOGGLES
   {active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
   


   HAKI
   {active haki type} | {haki effect} | {haki duration left}

   
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   TECHNIQUES
   {technique name} | {cooldown left}
   


   HAKI
   {haki type} | {cooldown left}

   
CREW COMPANION STATS:

   (List the current values of your Crew Companions for the stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

   {Companion name}
   Level:
   HP:
   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
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{Companion name}
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CREW COMPANION RATIOS:

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   {Companion name} vs. {opponent name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
CREW COMPANION TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

   {Companion name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   


{Companion name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   



   
OPPONENT STATS:

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   {Opponent name}
   Level:
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   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
   WP:
   



   
OPPONENT RATIOS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)

   {Opponent name} vs. {your name/companion name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)

   {Opponent name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
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[Episode] Corruption of Blood Badge10
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Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Height : 6'7" / 201 cm
Weight : 240 lbs / 109 kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Hitpoints (HP) : 250
Attack (ATK) : 395
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 350
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 70
Experience Points : 7063
Bounty : 250,000,000
Berries Berries : 582,800,000
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Thu Jan 02, 2020 3:55 pm
A hulking figure and a lanky one wandered through an ostentatious archway. Two rows of nutcracker soldiers escorted a pair of shackled, haunted faces between them. Tattered white rags barely covered their bruised and scarred skin. Intricate tattoos of green serpents and purple chains peeked through the rips in their vestments.

"You know, Garobu, I'll never understand why these morons insist on marking up their bodies. It's like they want us to catch them." A voice high as if on a canister of helium came out of the lumbering man. Despite the laughable contradiction between the pitch of his vocals and the dimensions of his frame, none laughed. They knew better.

"Symbols are powerful tools that unite people under a cause, King Eric. You shouldn't treat them with levity," warned the thin man. Scars from burns, bites, and cuts riddled his patchy brown skin. Two violent rings spun in his ghostly blue eyes—which blinked uncomfortably long as if there was something stuck in them.

"I'm not complaining. If the traitors want to charge into a spear, it's my royal duty to hold it up for them." The portly king squeaked and wheezed an awkward laugh. No one else laughed with him (or at him).

King Eric was a bag of fat with a dangerous helping of muscle. His long dark hair contrasted his pale skin, and his unruly moustache forked at the ends. His royal garb consisted of a purple tunic and a gold-trimmed cloak which snugly wrapped his shoulders. A baroque crown with twisted prongs sat tilted on his head, clinging to him as if in love. He loved the crown back much more.

A disorderly crowd had gathered in the vast castle courtyard. The monuments to wealth—the statues, the fountain, the garden—were now tainted by the stink of poverty. But, the message King Eric meant to deliver was worth inviting rats into his home; for it was a message the rats would spread like the plague.

One more "rat" meandered into the castle grounds behind a pack of dogs. When Acacia had realised tailing the marines would lead him to the Fortress of Durban, he had expected to be halted at the gates. And he was. Only the Marines were allowed in without a thorough patting and the surrender of their weapons.

An unhealthy curiosity born of boredom had ensnared Acacia, but it was not enough for him to part with his Meito - even temporarily. When he was sure no eyes were on him, he removed the katana from his hip and slowly sunk it into his chest. His body shifted around the object like dough being kneaded and enveloped the sword. The rest was easy.

Past the invasive security scans, the mob under the execution platform had swollen like an infected bladder. Mumbles and gossip sailed through the crowd in waves. "The rebels will retaliate", "the rebels will surrender", "the rebels are already dead" - there was no consistency to the rumours surrounding the status of the rebels.

Acacia hung around the fringes of the gathering. Without invitation, a small elderly woman with a round face spoke to him. Her skin was wrinkled as a mole's, and her eyelids were so droopy, he could barely see what was under them. And her girly candy pink hair was tied behind her head in a bun.

"The rebels will suffer a severe blow today if this execution proceeds." Her voice shook worse than her unsteady head. "The men they're about to kill are key figures in the resistance." From the corners of his eyes, Acacia looked down at the woman half his size. "Why're you telling me this, lady?"

A mechanical smile bent her peeling lips. "I can see how your heart aches for the misery on this island." Acacia's head cranked towards her before he slipped into a sneering guffaw. "You have no idea how wrong you are. I couldn't care less what happens to any man, woman, or child in this world, let alone this fucking island."

The smile—which seemed to claim its owner knew every secret in the world—did not erase itself from the mysterious elder. "Sometimes, the easiest person for you to fool is yourself. Are you not here in this pit of despair to punish yourself? Heeheeheeheeheehee~" Her snicker was akin to a teenage girl flirting with her crush. Acacia had no response.

The cheers and jeers of the audience flooded the courtyard when the entertainers made their entrance. Ominous steps up to the platform foreshadowed a grim and grisly fate awaiting the captive insurgents.

A large and ugly man in royal garb—whom Acacia assumed to be Durban's King—climbed a smaller platform assembled atop the larger. He cleared his throat before speaking into a loudspeaker snail with the thinnest voice Acacia had ever heard. Acacia's explosive reaction was immediately silenced by a violent glare from the natives around him, lest it won the speaker's attention.

"Complaints." A pause muted all other voices. "Every living thing in this world has the capacity to complain. A complaint can either be fair or unfair. A complaint can be heard or ignored. Each one of you, my beloved citizens, has the right to complain. There is a right way to complain, and a wrong way." The king's gaze turned to the convicts who now kneeled between two hooded executioners carrying ceremonial spears. "These two before you today chose the wrong way." The sinister words somehow cut like broken glass despite the ridiculous voice speaking them.

"The rebellion is nothing more than a murder of crows cawing and crying over the chaos necessary for Durban to progress and become stronger. Remember, people, suffering breeds success. Today, when I kill papa crow here, the cawing will end.  Although these traitors deserve the same deaths I gave to those men who laughed at me two years ago, I have decided to be merciful today and grant them swift ends."

Files of King Eric's brutes had corralled the crowd into submission pre-emptively. Although murmurs responded to the ruler's speech, none were loud enough to reach him.

"Let this be the final warning to all those who insist on complaining the wrong way." He nodded at the executioners, who pumped their spears back, ready to impale their quarries. No charges were read, and not even their names were announced. "What a farce." Acacia mumbled.

A gust of wind blew across the castle, raising the black hairs on Acacia's arms. Within a single blink, the spearmen collapsed mid-thrust, foaming at the mouth. Confusion and panic followed.


tags: @Yumiko
notes: I left that ending open in case you wanted to break out Yumiko's Haoshoku Haki early. Though, I imagine Yumiko doesn't know enough about the situation yet to act against orders. But, you're welcome to work up to that! If you choose not to unveil Yumiko's haoshoku yet, Price will be the one who will have used his haoshoku to knock out the executioners. His intention is to assist the rebellion with minimal interference for now, so this would be about the most he would do - at least until things turn really bad. Also, I ended up giving another certain Revolutionary General a cameo, but I don't intend for her to play a huge role here. We'll see how it goes.

Also, the previous execution Eric was referring to was when he publicly tortured and killed a bunch of noble guests for laughing at his voice. The sheer brazen nature of this act has taught the residents of the island to never make him feel insecure about his voice.


COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:

(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)

HP: 250
ATK: 395
DEF: 250
RX: 350
WP: 300

PLAYER RATIOS:

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{}
RX%:
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{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}


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{haki type} | {cooldown left}

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{NPC name}
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CREW NPC RATIOS:

(For each one of your Crew NPCs, list their current RX% and DMG% against their opponents.)

{NPC name} vs. {opponent name}
RX%:
DMG%:



CREW NPC TECHNIQUES USED:

(List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

{NPC name}
{class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}


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BOSS RATIOS:

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BOSS TECHNIQUES USED:

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Yumiko
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Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 26
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Marine
Crew : The Guardian Knights
Ship : The Grand Steamer
Marine Rank : Commander
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 220
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 250
Willpower (WP) : 240
Level : 34
Experience Points : 3438
Income Multiplier : +13%
Berries Berries : 287,896,000
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[Episode] Corruption of Blood Empty Re: [Episode] Corruption of Blood

Sat Jan 04, 2020 10:39 am
Anticipation was a strange thing. It churned at the bottom of one’s stomach, a twisting, uncomfortable sensation. On one hand, Yumiko was most eager to witness the local Shogun in person. She wished to see for herself what manner of man commanded this land. Yet on the other hand... The sense of isolation was creeping up on her. Uneasiness. Dread. In the middle of the murmuring crowd, she felt like an outsider. The puzzling rumors about the rebels snaked into her sharp ears all too easily. If these criminals truly were guilty of treason, then why weren’t people happy that they had been caught...? She cast a glance over her shoulder, towards an odd sound she thought she heard. Someone was laughing? But even that laugh felt more mischievous than anything.

As soon as the king appeared, the samurai threw herself to the ground. Without hesitation she pressed her head into the dirt in the utmost show of respect. Unsurprisingly her fellow marines didn’t follow the gesture. They simply gawked in disbelief, much like the closest civilians. Her superior, meanwhile, was less than impressed. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a deep, tired sigh. “Oh for the love of...” He went to snatch her back up by the hair. “Get up, soldier. Save your crawling for when you clean the ship with a toothbrush or whatever.” Admittedly he wasn’t quite sure how to punish her for making a scene. Any heavy or humiliating task he tossed her way was handled without a complaint... Oh well, he would figure out something later.

Yumiko found herself dragged back onto her feet. Her confusion deepened when she saw no one else bowing. Rather some even dared to jeer at their supreme leader. She could only shake her head disapprovingly. The local customs were strange. Her steely gaze focused on the crowned man taking the stage. Such a powerful figure he had. She braced herself what would surely be a booming, nay, thundering speech befitting of a Shogun. Well... When the first notes of the falsetto pierced the air, most of the marines had to desperately stifle laughter. They all knew the grisly fate of those who dared to mock the king. Yumiko, however, was left utterly speechless. Her stare lost its icy edge, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief. Something behind those empty eyes died a little.

After recovering from the initial shock, the swordswoman quickly shook the troubling thoughts out of her head. Nay, it was not right to judge a person based on something they could not change. How shameful of her! All these brave soldiers followed him for a reason. Surely he was a man of courage and valor. However, each venomous word that whistled through the air poisoned the samurai’s opinion further. Cracks appeared on the surface of her hopeful image of the man. Shard by shard, it slowly crumbled away. She stared quietly at the ugly creature emerging from behind it.

When the king dared to admit that some had been slain for merely laughing at him, the samurai’s stare narrowed. What manner of execution was it when the accused were not even allowed to slice their own stomachs? The local customs were so very strange. She wanted to protest. To leap onto the stage and stop this awful display. And yet... A deep sense of duty shackled her to the spot. She grit her teeth together. Opposing the rightful ruler was treason, the second foulest kind of dishonor. Her hand wavered over the grip of her blade. The wind started whispering around her. Frustration churned inside her. It called forth something she didn’t quite understand. A strange kind of spark... But before it could flare, a chill wind blew across the area. Someone else was faster. Fortunately so. A careless, uncontrolled outburst from an ignorant soul would’ve made a huge mess...

With matching light thuds, the executioners collapsed. A collective gasp spread across the crowd like a ripple in a pond. The blunt shock was enough to bash the usual indecisiveness out of the captain. Immediately he spun around to face the usual suspect, firing a furious whisper at her. “What did you do?!” Yumiko blinked. The frustration faded, taking that strange spark with it. “S-sir, I have done nothing yet.” Her honesty was met with brief relief. The captain briefly considered himself lucky the weird woman was too stupid to lie. “Hm, oka- Wait, what do you mean yet?? Gah, now’s not the time...” He could feel a headache coming. If that creepy gust hadn’t come from the kamawhatsit powers, then they had a problem in their hands. A big problem.

Facing the marines, Captain Hoggish started barking commands loud enough to get over the screaming. “Men, someone is trying to interfere! Fan out and find that bastard or whatever it is!” His orders were accompanied by wild flailing, which the soldiers interpreted surprisingly well. They had gotten used to it. Moving in pairs, they spread among the panicking crowd. In the chaos and confusion, it was difficult to determine who was acting suspicious, but they had always followed the captain’s patented ‘punch first, ask questions never’ policy. It was highly efficient when everyone in the vicinity was a suspect. Several unruly citizens quickly found themselves detained. Violently.

Naturally Yumiko too started scanning the area. Though the lingering doubts were proving rather distracting... Her sharp gaze darted between the panicking people. Seeing her own allies go after civilians while the so-called ruler watched from his stage didn’t feel right. Suppressing the sickening sensation, she sharpened her senses... Any suspicious sound or scent, she would surely pick up... Eugh, as soon as she got past this lingering stench of alcohol and other sins at least. She had to pinch her nose to shut out the overpowering smell. Who on earth reeked like this?
   
COMBAT TRACKERS:
PLAYER STATS:


   HP: 150
   ATK: 145
   DEF: 50
   RX: 120
   WP: 100

   
PLAYER RATIOS:

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   vs. {opponent name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
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   HAKI
   {haki type} | {cooldown left}

   
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   {Companion name}
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{Companion name}
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CREW COMPANION RATIOS:

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   {Companion name} vs. {opponent name}
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   DMG%:
   



   
CREW COMPANION TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, type, damage/effects, and target of techniques used by your Crew NPCs.)

   {Companion name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} | {type} | {damage/effects} | {target}
   


{Companion name}
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OPPONENT STATS:

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   {Opponent name}
   Level:
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   ATK:
   DEF:
   RX:
   WP:
   



   
OPPONENT RATIOS:

   (For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)

   {Opponent name} vs. {your name/companion name}
   RX%:
   DMG%:
   



   
OPPONENT TECHNIQUES USED:

   (List the class, damage, and target of techniques used by each one of your opponents if you or your Crew Companions are the direct targets.)

   {Opponent name}
   {class} | {hit/miss} |  {damage/effect} | {target}
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Acacia
[Episode] Corruption of Blood Badge10
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Name : Grimm Aldous Acacia
Epithet : Kurotane (Black Seed)
Age : 27
Height : 6'7" / 201 cm
Weight : 240 lbs / 109 kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Mochi Mochi no Mi
Haki Level : 5
Hitpoints (HP) : 250
Attack (ATK) : 395
Defense (DEF) : 250
Reflex (RX) : 350
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 70
Experience Points : 7063
Bounty : 250,000,000
Berries Berries : 582,800,000
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[Episode] Corruption of Blood Empty Re: [Episode] Corruption of Blood

Sun Jan 10, 2021 2:00 pm
The execution's spectators erupted into a chaotic frenzy like ants flooded out of an anthill. An ear-splitting screech ripped through the crowd. "DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!!!!" The savage king's face puffed like a blowfish and reddened worse than ripe tomatoes. Indignation spoiled his face - if spoiling a hairy rock were even possible.

"Throw them all into the dungeons!" King Eric squawked. The marine forces entered the fray to try and strong-arm the fringes of the audience. Meanwhile, the ugly merc-like castle guards prodded the front lines with pointed spears.

Acacia surrendered himself to the frantic wave of citizens with a loathsome groan. He did not resist its currents until his eyes fell upon a familiar face for the briefest of moments—the blonde with whom he had spent the previous night.

Throughout the morning, a thought had stewed in the back of his mind. Lingering but never revealing its face. Why does she feel so familiar? The answer was obvious, though he did not care to admit it to himself. She looks so much like her... Her golden locks, amber eyes, porcelain skin, and sharp face were all too similar to someone from his past. But, the resemblance did not strike home until he caught a glimpse of her true identity.

The dainty blonde slapped a repugnant guard with her cavalier hat, disorienting him just enough for her powerful shin to meet his neck. The crowd around her gasped and receded. A few more thug-turned-soldiers filled the gap and surrounded her.

Acacia efforted to worm closer, but the horrified flock was too stubborn to let him go his way without excessive force. The mob carried him to its boundaries. He was uncomfortably close to a handful of disconcerted marines. Being identified by the Navy in that chaos would have only added fuel to a growing flame.

The two shackled captives on the garish execution platform were on their feet. Their defiant glares pierced King Eric. The dictator rolled his meaty fists into a ball and shifted as if he were about to charge. The ruckus spawned by several unexpected gunshots urged him to reconsider. He swiftly retreated beyond the keep gate at the behest of his scarred companion.

Acacia spotted five cloaked riflemen with smoking muskets kneeling on the battlements of the far wall. They fired again, managing to drop perhaps two of the brutes encircling the blonde aggressor. It was near impossible to tell through the moving crowd, even if Acacia was tall enough to look down on the crowns of most heads.

Two more cloaked intruders struck down the guards near the platform. One of the prisoners turned to the crowd and shouted. "The resistance endures to fight for a free Durban! Wake up, my brothers and sisters!" The audience quieted briefly. "Our families and future generations deserve to live in a country where the air itself doesn't strangle them. Rise with us and bring Eric's tyranny to an end!" The middle-aged speaker panted as he climbed off the makeshift stage. His eyes were sunken and the stubble on his jaws was shaggy and unkempt. No doubt Eric's hospitality was as unpleasant as the rest of him.

The intruders guided their rescuees through the ocean of bodies. Luckily for them, said ocean parted as if on command to form an unobstructed path leading to the courtyard gate. Acacia tracked the blonde woman as she sprinted out. Four of the guards managed to give chase. One chucked his spear like a javelin, grazing the woman's arm. The injury failed to slow her.

Acacia's head had cleared just enough to allow a timely decision. He knew then he would regret letting the familiar blonde slip away, never to be seen again. A rash action was in order if he wished to keep up.

He pulled an arm back and punched the air. His fist did not stop at the end of his arm. The limb stretched into a goopy white substance until it connected his shoulder to the top of the gate. The sheeple around him gawked with their jaws on the ground. Their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Ehhhhhhh?!"

Acacia did not stick around long enough to see them settle on an explanation for the oddity they had witnessed. The white substance contracted and slingshotted him over the gate to a watchtower across from it. The clock struck eight.

The pursuers of the escaped rebels shouted angry obscenities as they ran down the street. The spiky-haired stalker dropped down and followed. Acacia's torso once again turned to a dough-like goop when he dug into his chest and pulled out a katana in a lavender sheath.

"Sure-kill technique..." He mumbled to himself as his left hand gripped the hilt of the sword and his right its scabbard. "...Longwood Blues!" A gust trailed his blinding charge, which ended just past the surprised guardsmen. His blade reflected the morning sunlight, dressed with the blood of his four victims.

Acacia's gaze intersected with the blonde woman's only for a second when she noted his assault. She did not seem to care for a reunion. Instead, she turned down an alley behind her comrades. Without wasting a single breath, he resumed his pursuit.

As he hurried down the alley, he could hear one or two pairs of feathery footsteps dashing behind him. His hangover had not spared him enough to permit the use of kenbunshoku. So, he stopped in his tracks at a lonely and claustrophobic alley crossing and spun around to face the hounds.

The panicked ringing of a massive bell began in the direction of the castle.



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Mon Jan 11, 2021 11:31 am
Yumiko’s already fragile focus was utterly shattered by another shrill screech. She clutched her sensitive ears and gritted her teeth. Hng, the local Shogun had healthy lungs at least. If only he would put them to a better use... Once the wave of pain passed, she rushed into the fray as well. Grabbing her sheathed sword, she tried to hold back the mass of frenzied people. A futile effort, really. She simply skidded back against the raging crowd, like a rowboat at the mercy of the waves. Her lacking motivation certainly wasn’t helping either. An order was an order, from the Shogun no less, but... Did they truly all need to be thrown to the dungeons...?

A sudden series of gunshots drew the conflicted marine’s attention. Brief relief visited her features when she saw that none of her allies had gotten hurt. Sharpening her senses, she tried to focus on the scent of the gunpowder. Somewhere over... No, it was useless, she couldn’t see over the heads of the crowd. However, her sharp hearing caught something unsettling. She didn’t want to believe it, of course. The noble Shogun... A tyrant? She tried to shake the thought out of her head. No, nonono, not possible! Rulers were righteous and just, otherwise they would not be chosen. But... The seed of doubt had been planted... And the mention of the suffocating air watered it nicely. For she happened to agree with that one.

As the ocean of bodies parted, Yumiko was slammed to the side by the forming wave. She struggled onto her feet to avoid getting trampled. Something zipped across the edge of her vision. She glanced upwards and promptly did a double take. Eyes bulging, jaw dropping and snot dripping, she stared at the man who slingshotted himself over the gate. A loud gasp underlined her shock. W-w-w-what manner of strange sorcery did these foreigners possess? It must’ve been one of those fruits of the devil. However, the passing breeze carried a stench that yanked her nose. It was... Her sharp gaze darted towards the gate. Him!

Perhaps it was the duty calling or simply hunter’s instincts kicking in, but... Before the weasel woman’s mind could fully understand it, her body was already moving. She jumped onto the crowd, using one guard’s head as a stepping stone. A sudden gust of wind whirled around her, picking her up into the air. Reminiscent of a kite, she soared high above the town. Her keen stare swept the streets below. Hm... There! She spotted the suspect enacting violence on pursuing guards. Without wasting a moment, she swooped downwards in hot pursuit.

Meanwhile, the samurai’s sudden desertion of her post didn’t go unnoticed. One marine nudged another, who in turn jabbed the third and so forth. Soon enough the domino effect reached Captain Hoggish. “Sir, Yumiko just ran off. Chased after the escaping prisoners.” The burly leader shot back a fiery glare, having his hands full with strangling an uppity civilian. “Oh, I know, let’s all just stand around like idiots until somebody does something!” Naturally, the good soldiers followed his orders, much to his dismay. “...Well?!” The closest goon recoiled, uncertainty written all over his pasty features. “But, sir, you said-!” The throbbing vein on the Captain’s forehead threatened to burst as his blood pressure spiked. “I was being sarcastic, or something! After her! NOW!” However, no amount of shouting could change the fact that it was too late. “No can do, boss. The gate’s closed.” His frustrated groan was only matched by the thunk of metal as the gates were locked.

Back to the pursuing samurai, she nearly had the drop on the man until he sprinted down a cramped alleyway. Her mere attempt to glide inside resulted in her splatting painfully against the wall. Only a conveniently placed rope suspended between the buildings stopped her from falling. Even up here, she could feel the disgusting stench poking at her nose. Fighting one-handed was going to be tough... Not to mention running right into what might be an ambush... However, Lady Luck smiled upon her. She happened to glance at the clothes lined across the rope, waving in the breeze. Her eyes widened and her expression brightened. This was... exactly what she needed!

Scarcely a couple of seconds later, the pursuer dropped down from her perch and continued the chase. Her light footsteps tapped against the filthy ground. Quick on her feet, she was rapidly gaining on the fleeing suspect. She drew the blade hanging from her belt and took a deep breath...

“Hald, evildoer! Dhou ard under arresd!”

As the tall swordsman turned, a strange shout demanded his attention. Before him stood the oddly-dressed marine who had pursued him all this way. A small, wooden clothespin pinched her nose firmly shut. “Surrender now and dhou shall nod be harmed!” It also squashed her voice like a particularly stubborn flu. Then again, the lingering stench had left her feeling a little congested anyway. “Bud if dhou resisd, dhou shall face mine wradh!” Despite the height difference of several heads and the fact that her sword was practically a sharp hunk of scrap metal next to a Meito, her stern stance didn’t waver. She brandished her nameless blade, seeming blissfully ignorant of the power difference at play. And even if she had known... Well, she had a duty to uphold.

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