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Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Nov 17, 2021 9:44 pmRound 7: Fight!
MT Golden Fang on Security
LT Pit Viper on Security
LT Flash Fang on Security
UT on Security
MT on Dax
LT on Dax
LT on Dax
UT on Dax
MT Golden Fang on Security
LT Pit Viper on Security
LT Flash Fang on Security
UT on Security
MT on Dax
LT on Dax
LT on Dax
UT on Dax
- COMBAT TRACKERS:
- PLAYER STATS:
(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
Level: 60
Total Base Stats (incl. equipment): 1,465
HP: 99/380
ATK: 405
DEF: 325
RX: 335
WP: 400
- PLAYER RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)
vs. {Security}
RX%: 111%
DMG%: 81%
- USED 4 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:
(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)
TECHNIQUES
{Golden Fang} | {MT} | {miss} | {Flat} | {0} | {Security}
{Pit Viper} | {LT} | {Hit} | {Flat} | {-8} | {Security}
{Flash Fang} | {LT} | {miss} | {Flat} | {0} | {Security}
{UT} | {UT} | {Hit} | {Flat} | {-4} | {Security}
TOGGLES
{toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{} | {}
{} | {}
- 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
TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{} | {} | {}
{} | {} | {}
- 10 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 2 HAKI COOLING DOWN:
(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of rounds before you can use them again.)
TECHNIQUES
{Pit Viper} | {1}
{Flash Fang} | {1}
{Ra’s Talon} | {3}
{Viper Venom} | {1}
{Thief’s Burden} | {0}
{Dues Auream} | {7}
{Whip Snake} | {1}
{Golden Fang} | {3}
{Orochi’s Wrath} | {4}
{Red Rattle} | {0}
HAKI
{Buso} | {4}
{Ken} | {4}
- 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.)
{Warehouse Security}
Level: 73
Total Base Stats:
HP: 4/310
ATK: 565
DEF: 500
RX: 300
WP: 300
- OPPONENT RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)
{Warehouse Security} vs. {Dax Morgan}
RX%: 89%
DMG%: 173%
- 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}
{MT} | {miss} | {0} | {Dax}
{LT} | {hit} | {17} | {Dax}
{LT} | {hit} | {17} | {Dax}
{UT} | {hit} | {8} | {Dax}
NPCNPCTracker
Name : Variable
Epithet : Variable
Age : 0
Height : Variable
Weight : Variable
Species : Variable
Faction : Variable
Crew : Variable
Ship : Variable
Crew Role : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Bounty : Variable
Balance : Variable
Posts : 1286
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Nov 17, 2021 9:44 pmThe member 'Goldmonger' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 3, 14, 1, 17
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 4, 13, 11, 10
#1 'Reflex Check' : 3, 14, 1, 17
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 4, 13, 11, 10
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Nov 17, 2021 9:55 pmRound 8: Fight!
MT Cobra Coil on Security
LT Kings Spear on Security
LT Golden Arrows on Security
UT on Security
MT on Dax
LT on Dax
LT on Dax
UT on Dax
MT Cobra Coil on Security
LT Kings Spear on Security
LT Golden Arrows on Security
UT on Security
MT on Dax
LT on Dax
LT on Dax
UT on Dax
- COMBAT TRACKERS:
- PLAYER STATS:
(List the current values for your stats below, accounting for stat morphs and damage.)
Level: 60
Total Base Stats (incl. equipment): 1,465
HP: 40/380
ATK: 405
DEF: 325
RX: 335
WP: 400
- PLAYER RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list your current RX% and DMG% against them.)
vs. {Security}
RX%: 111%
DMG%: 81%
- USED 4 TECHNIQUES | 0 TOGGLES | 0 HAKI:
(List all techniques (including UTs), toggles, and types of haki used/activated this turn and their effects.)
TECHNIQUES
{Cobra Coil} | {MT} | {miss} | {Flat} | {-} | {Security}
{Golden Arrows} | {LT} | {miss} | {Flat} | {-} | {Security}
{Kings Spear} | {LT} | {Hit} | {Flat} | {-8} | {Security}
{UT} | {UT} | {Hit} | {Flat} | {-4} | {Security}
TOGGLES
{toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{} | {}
{} | {}
- 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
TOGGLES
{active toggle name} | {toggle effect}
HAKI
{} | {} | {}
{} | {} | {}
- 11 TECHNIQUES COOLING DOWN | 2 HAKI COOLING DOWN:
(List all techniques and haki that are currently on cooldown and note the number of rounds before you can use them again.)
TECHNIQUES
{Pit Viper} | {0}
{Flash Fang} | {0}
{Ra’s Talon} | {2}
{Viper Venom} | {0}
{Kings Spear} | {1}
{Cobra Coil} | {3}
{Golden Arrows} | {1}
{Dues Auream} | {6}
{Whip Snake} | {0}
{Golden Fang} | {2}
{Orochi’s Wrath} | {3}
HAKI
{Buso} | {3}
{Ken} | {3}
- 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.)
{Warehouse Security}
Level: 73
Total Base Stats:
HP: 0/310
ATK: 565
DEF: 500
RX: 300
WP: 300
- OPPONENT RATIOS:
(For each one of your opponents, list their current RX% and DMG% against you and your Crew Companions.)
{Warehouse Security} vs. {Dax Morgan}
RX%: 89%
DMG%: 173%
- 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}
{MT} | {Hit} | {34} | {Dax}
{LT} | {Miss} | {-} | {Dax}
{LT} | {hit} | {17} | {Dax}
{UT} | {hit} | {8} | {Dax}
- NPCNPC
Tracker
Name : Variable
Epithet : Variable
Age : 0
Height : Variable
Weight : Variable
Species : Variable
Faction : Variable
Crew : Variable
Ship : Variable
Crew Role : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Bounty : Variable
Balance : Variable
Posts : 1286
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Nov 17, 2021 9:55 pmThe member 'Goldmonger' has done the following action : Dice Roll
#1 'Reflex Check' : 4, 4, 6, 14
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 19, 3, 9, 15
#1 'Reflex Check' : 4, 4, 6, 14
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#2 'Reflex Check' : 19, 3, 9, 15
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Nov 17, 2021 10:30 pmWith a snap, Dax dropped his pants to the floor, the golden buckle having undone itself. "So, hey, doc.." He murmured, "What do you think this is?" Positioning his, ahem, his member we'll call it? Directly in the line of sight of his knelt-over companion, even using his hands to highlight a grouping of sores, "Sometimes it's there, sometimes it isn't, it's just one of life's mysteries for me, ya?"
The self-proclaimed Nox glanced over at the still clothed corpse as he waited for the doctor's expert medical opinion, his eyes darting up and down as a look of disgust appeared on his face. "Yeaaah. On second thought.." Fluffing his designer feathered collar.
"Fuck that shit."
Reaffixing his pants, Dax moved towards the doctor as he inspected the keyring intensely. "Hmmm..." Humming as he gathered every little detail, from rust to wear, nothing escaped the goldmongers eyes. "No can do, Bromeo... Yeah, I just, don't really think that's within the scope of what I can do. Looks like we just gotta stick together, bub.~" He snickered, leaning in to cap off the bold-faced lie with an ominous whistle.
"So!" Clapping his hands in a hushed motion, "Which way do we fuckin go?"
Spider Miles Warehouse District | Ridiculously Strong Pirate Affiliate Warehouse | Basement level of where our Heroes are now
"How much longer?"
"Not long, soon, very soon..."
"Good......good, shni shni shni shni..." The sinister laugh echoed in the large subterranean room as it emitted from a small, stout man wearing a lab coat. Stroking his mustache menacingly as the air violently passed his teeth, the whistling reminiscent of a cold and dark winter's night. "The ogre will be very pleased with this one..."
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The self-proclaimed Nox glanced over at the still clothed corpse as he waited for the doctor's expert medical opinion, his eyes darting up and down as a look of disgust appeared on his face. "Yeaaah. On second thought.." Fluffing his designer feathered collar.
"Fuck that shit."
Reaffixing his pants, Dax moved towards the doctor as he inspected the keyring intensely. "Hmmm..." Humming as he gathered every little detail, from rust to wear, nothing escaped the goldmongers eyes. "No can do, Bromeo... Yeah, I just, don't really think that's within the scope of what I can do. Looks like we just gotta stick together, bub.~" He snickered, leaning in to cap off the bold-faced lie with an ominous whistle.
"So!" Clapping his hands in a hushed motion, "Which way do we fuckin go?"
Spider Miles Warehouse District | Ridiculously Strong Pirate Affiliate Warehouse | Basement level of where our Heroes are now
"How much longer?"
"Not long, soon, very soon..."
"Good......good, shni shni shni shni..." The sinister laugh echoed in the large subterranean room as it emitted from a small, stout man wearing a lab coat. Stroking his mustache menacingly as the air violently passed his teeth, the whistling reminiscent of a cold and dark winter's night. "The ogre will be very pleased with this one..."
285/4,324/5,000
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[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Fri Nov 19, 2021 7:50 amWhen the boisterous man showed off his ‘personal treasure’, the crude sight was met with a silent stare. ...And a rather calm one at that. The dishonest doctor simply raised a brow with professional curiosity. “Sores that periodically fade, you say...” He echoed the explanation. To be fair, this was hardly the first time he had seen someone’s junk. Not the first time he had seen the condition either.
However, the professional calm quickly cracked, when the scheme to ditch-erm, to split up and cover more ground failed. The crook tried to hide his palpable disappointment behind his usual mask. “Ah, I see... That’s... unfortunate...” And failed miserably. He twitched at the question and glanced around.
Options, options...
After a moment of seeking any sort of signs of directions, the rat scratched his chin. “Well, if I were a gambling man...” And he was, despite insisting otherwise. “...I’d wager our best bet is the way these gentlemen came from.” He nudged the lifeless corpses with grim indifference. “Whatever round they were making is now... unoccupied.” At least he hoped so. The last thing he needed right now was more patrols...
Stepping over the bodies, the disguised criminal tiptoed along the murky hallway. His eyes were adjusting nicely. Barely had they rounded the first corner, when they ran into a locked door. He turned his attention to the keyring and started trying them. One... by... one...
Richard couldn’t stand silence. It made his thoughts much too loud, made every little doubt echo inside his head. “HSV.” He eventually muttered idly, merely to break the quiet. “Your condition, I mean. A viral infection.” He clarified, glancing at the man. “Also known as ‘crotch pox’ among sailors. Irritating, embarrassing, but not dangerous.” Incredibly common too. One in ten suffered from it, by his memory.
Finally the lock rattled promisingly and the door creaked open. The crook winced at the sound, which felt piercing in the darkness. It bounced between the walls and rushed far into the distance. He could only hope no one was around to listen. Their journey continued. Along the way, he kept his eyes open for signs, stairwells, anything that could give them a clue.
Still very much unwilling to let the silence settle, the chatty man kept yammering. “Most doctors will tell you there is no cure, since the infection lasts your entire life and cannot be treated with modern medicine.” He sighed. “As usual, they are wrong.” Stuck in the past. Regurgitating old theories that had gone unchallenged for ages. Bah.
The chemist dug into his pocket and revealed a small vial sloshing with green, softly glowing liquid. His smile sharpened into a sly crescent. “The immune system has the means to fight it off, see. It simply needs a little... boost.” Or a big one, depending on how one wanted to define supercharging one’s immune system with questionable chemicals.
Suddenly, Richard stopped. His attention was drawn to a stairwell. He peered over the railing and smiled. “Yes, this way... Storage rooms are always on the bottom floor. Makes loading and unloading cargo easier, see.” As for how he knew that... Well, this was not his first burglary.
In the empty stairwell, footsteps took a weird echo. Though the rat was trying his best to sneak quietly, he could’ve sworn he heard his steps doubled. Hopefully no one he...ard... His thoughts were interrupted when he came face to face with another patrol climbing up the stairs, accompanied by a grumpy guard dog. All three looked like their diets consisted entirely of raw beef and protein powder.
“Hey, what the-?!”
Twin flashlights pointed at the intruders. Richard’s body moved before his mind. He was already tackling one of the guards. A needle filled with murky liquid gleamed in his grasp. He shanked the closer man right in his thick neck. The shout turned into a muffled gurgle, as bloody foam burst from his throat.
WC: 656
Total: 5830
However, the professional calm quickly cracked, when the scheme to ditch-erm, to split up and cover more ground failed. The crook tried to hide his palpable disappointment behind his usual mask. “Ah, I see... That’s... unfortunate...” And failed miserably. He twitched at the question and glanced around.
Options, options...
After a moment of seeking any sort of signs of directions, the rat scratched his chin. “Well, if I were a gambling man...” And he was, despite insisting otherwise. “...I’d wager our best bet is the way these gentlemen came from.” He nudged the lifeless corpses with grim indifference. “Whatever round they were making is now... unoccupied.” At least he hoped so. The last thing he needed right now was more patrols...
Stepping over the bodies, the disguised criminal tiptoed along the murky hallway. His eyes were adjusting nicely. Barely had they rounded the first corner, when they ran into a locked door. He turned his attention to the keyring and started trying them. One... by... one...
Richard couldn’t stand silence. It made his thoughts much too loud, made every little doubt echo inside his head. “HSV.” He eventually muttered idly, merely to break the quiet. “Your condition, I mean. A viral infection.” He clarified, glancing at the man. “Also known as ‘crotch pox’ among sailors. Irritating, embarrassing, but not dangerous.” Incredibly common too. One in ten suffered from it, by his memory.
Finally the lock rattled promisingly and the door creaked open. The crook winced at the sound, which felt piercing in the darkness. It bounced between the walls and rushed far into the distance. He could only hope no one was around to listen. Their journey continued. Along the way, he kept his eyes open for signs, stairwells, anything that could give them a clue.
Still very much unwilling to let the silence settle, the chatty man kept yammering. “Most doctors will tell you there is no cure, since the infection lasts your entire life and cannot be treated with modern medicine.” He sighed. “As usual, they are wrong.” Stuck in the past. Regurgitating old theories that had gone unchallenged for ages. Bah.
The chemist dug into his pocket and revealed a small vial sloshing with green, softly glowing liquid. His smile sharpened into a sly crescent. “The immune system has the means to fight it off, see. It simply needs a little... boost.” Or a big one, depending on how one wanted to define supercharging one’s immune system with questionable chemicals.
Suddenly, Richard stopped. His attention was drawn to a stairwell. He peered over the railing and smiled. “Yes, this way... Storage rooms are always on the bottom floor. Makes loading and unloading cargo easier, see.” As for how he knew that... Well, this was not his first burglary.
In the empty stairwell, footsteps took a weird echo. Though the rat was trying his best to sneak quietly, he could’ve sworn he heard his steps doubled. Hopefully no one he...ard... His thoughts were interrupted when he came face to face with another patrol climbing up the stairs, accompanied by a grumpy guard dog. All three looked like their diets consisted entirely of raw beef and protein powder.
“Hey, what the-?!”
Twin flashlights pointed at the intruders. Richard’s body moved before his mind. He was already tackling one of the guards. A needle filled with murky liquid gleamed in his grasp. He shanked the closer man right in his thick neck. The shout turned into a muffled gurgle, as bloody foam burst from his throat.
WC: 656
Total: 5830
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Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Mon Nov 29, 2021 4:52 pmDax crept closely behind the rat, leaving very little room between the two as his breath fell upon the laters neck. Waiting patiently for his chance to stri- the door to be unlocked. "Pox? Ha! Sounds like Nox." Chuckling to himself as he thought the description of the disease fit his former captain to a t. Click. "Ooo, nice going bub." Rubbing the man's shoulders in a congratulatory manner.
Following behind as the pair slipped into the abyss, being sure to occupy the space directly behind the rat. Should anything go wrong it was never a bad idea to have a shield. "No cure. Huh?" Dax mumbled to himself, "I think I did alright when it comes to that." A chuckle escaped as he was referring to Castor and not the still very present warts.
Golden iris locked onto the glowing green liquid before sizing up the very trustworthy gentleman before. "Yeah... I'm not gonna take that." Dax knew a backstabber when he saw one, and he could tell the rat was one of the best in the business when it came to that.
Before the doctor could press any further, they came to a stairway that quickly grabbed their attention. "I mean yea, sure, that makes sense." Mumbling as the duo did their best to quietly make their way downwards.
"Well shit.."
Dax hoped over the railing as the Doctor tackled one of the guards and dosed him with what he swore was the same liquid he tried to feed him earlier. The Goldmonger moved behind the remaining two and quickly lopped off their heads with his Khopesh, having seemingly pulled the palled out of nowhere. The craniums thudded with every step as they rolled down to the bottom.
"Think anybody heard that..?" Dax whispered as he leaned over the spiral railing, seeing shadows quickly moving closer.
"What was that?!" The shouting grew louder as the entry to the stairwell quickly filled up with men shinning their flashlights upwards. "There they are! Get them!!" What seemed like a small army flooded the stairs, a thundering echo approaching with them like a herd of buffalo.
With a sigh and a flick of his wrist, Soné ki Naagin extended herself into an elegant golden whip that slashed through the stairs themselves along with the bodies of those leading the charge. Blood painted the walls and snakes golden blade as the stairway collapsed sending everyone on it to the hurtling to lower level. Those who could not avoid it or save themselves would be crushed.
Using his powers, Dax did not move from his spot. Floating in the air as if the stairs had never left his feet. Grabbing the doctor by the pants to save his comrade, though giving him what might be the worse wedgie in history was not out of the question.
Gently the pair made their way down, Dax dispatching the remaining fodder as he did so and dropping Richard to the ground before he landed gently like a feather. He walked to the bodies and looted their pockets, taking everything but the pocket lint, and sometimes if it looked expensive he might take that too.
Dax wandered out into the room from where the herd of guards had come. Empty. Just a large empty warehouse save for a few wooden crates and a table with a card game going on. "Oh..?" Dax mumbled, spotting the pot on the table, "Ayye it ain't all bad!" Swiping the small number of berries and stuffing them into his pocket as he checked the hands placed face down on the table. "Meh... Looks like none of em were all that lucky."
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Following behind as the pair slipped into the abyss, being sure to occupy the space directly behind the rat. Should anything go wrong it was never a bad idea to have a shield. "No cure. Huh?" Dax mumbled to himself, "I think I did alright when it comes to that." A chuckle escaped as he was referring to Castor and not the still very present warts.
Golden iris locked onto the glowing green liquid before sizing up the very trustworthy gentleman before. "Yeah... I'm not gonna take that." Dax knew a backstabber when he saw one, and he could tell the rat was one of the best in the business when it came to that.
Before the doctor could press any further, they came to a stairway that quickly grabbed their attention. "I mean yea, sure, that makes sense." Mumbling as the duo did their best to quietly make their way downwards.
"Well shit.."
Dax hoped over the railing as the Doctor tackled one of the guards and dosed him with what he swore was the same liquid he tried to feed him earlier. The Goldmonger moved behind the remaining two and quickly lopped off their heads with his Khopesh, having seemingly pulled the palled out of nowhere. The craniums thudded with every step as they rolled down to the bottom.
"Think anybody heard that..?" Dax whispered as he leaned over the spiral railing, seeing shadows quickly moving closer.
"What was that?!" The shouting grew louder as the entry to the stairwell quickly filled up with men shinning their flashlights upwards. "There they are! Get them!!" What seemed like a small army flooded the stairs, a thundering echo approaching with them like a herd of buffalo.
With a sigh and a flick of his wrist, Soné ki Naagin extended herself into an elegant golden whip that slashed through the stairs themselves along with the bodies of those leading the charge. Blood painted the walls and snakes golden blade as the stairway collapsed sending everyone on it to the hurtling to lower level. Those who could not avoid it or save themselves would be crushed.
Using his powers, Dax did not move from his spot. Floating in the air as if the stairs had never left his feet. Grabbing the doctor by the pants to save his comrade, though giving him what might be the worse wedgie in history was not out of the question.
Gently the pair made their way down, Dax dispatching the remaining fodder as he did so and dropping Richard to the ground before he landed gently like a feather. He walked to the bodies and looted their pockets, taking everything but the pocket lint, and sometimes if it looked expensive he might take that too.
Dax wandered out into the room from where the herd of guards had come. Empty. Just a large empty warehouse save for a few wooden crates and a table with a card game going on. "Oh..?" Dax mumbled, spotting the pot on the table, "Ayye it ain't all bad!" Swiping the small number of berries and stuffing them into his pocket as he checked the hands placed face down on the table. "Meh... Looks like none of em were all that lucky."
610/4,934/5,000
- Maxwell
[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Posts : 304
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Dec 01, 2021 12:25 pmIn moments of intense focus or stress, human reflexes shot into overdrive and made it feel like time slowed down. There was even a scientific term for the reaction. Sadly, the doctor was far too busy shanking a guard to recall such details. Still, he experienced the phenomenon in vivid detail.
The syringe shined as it was freed from the flesh. A splatter of slowly flying blood painted the air. Gently bubbling foam flowed from the guard’s lips. His flailing arm drew a lazy arc, as strength failed him. His startled ally shouted something, the cracked lips forming unintelligible words.
Soon, the rush ended and speed flooded the slow world again. Thunderous footsteps drummed against the stairs. Hungry hounds barked. Angry shouts echoed. Light flooded the murky stairwell like rising lava.
Suddenly, a slash of gold tore through the stairs.
The rat recoiled. Or got yanked back by his pants, rather. A guttural scream wasn’t the only thing that threatened to shoot up his throat, as the wedgie dug painfully deep. The floor escaped from beneath his feet, taking the screaming guards with it. For a brief moment, it felt like the whole building rumbled.
Richard stared down at the dusty destruction. “Well... If there are other guards, they definitely heard that...” He squeaked, his voice strangely a couple octaves higher. With the grace of a potato sack, he hit the floor. “Ow...” The weak groan drowned beneath the dying gasps of the fodder.
While the greedy pirate looted, the doctor was busy trying to recover from an acute testicular torsion. Or something that felt equally agonizing. It took him a good moment to drag his pants back to their correct height. Regardless, he was quietly glad this madman was on his side. For now...
The scared rat followed the money hound into the empty warehouse. He glanced at his ally, then at the bloody mess of former guards behind them... And back at his ally. “You can say that again.” He agreed idly.
Richard’s keen eyes swept over the wooden crates and the floor. “Remember those blueprints White showed us?” He asked conversationally. “They detailed a path to a basement, didn’t they? But the stairs end here...” Snooping around, he mused out loud. Imaginary gears turned with slow certainty.
Something didn’t quite add up here. They had moved according to the plan, gotten to the heart of the complex and fought through heavy security... But there seemed to be none of the... mysterious product... they were making here. Either it had been moved...
Or the real heart was somewhere deeper.
Richard’s gaze focused on a pulley hanging from the ceiling, dead center of the room. With a pondering hum, he set aside his suitcase and knelt down. His hands traced against odd drag marks on the floor that seemed to stop at a dime. He knocked the concrete... And got a hollow echo in response. His smile sharpened.
Quietly, the chemist dug another syringe from his pocket. This one gleamed crimson in the faint light. Stabbing it into his gut, he gritted his teeth and nearly keeled over. A raspy breath left his lungs, resembling a rabid growl. His muscles bulged, straining against the ill-fitting disguise. Intoxicating euphoria burned in his veins.
“There... we go...”
Wiping the foam forming at his mouth, the empowered rat stabbed his fingers into the thinnest crack in the concrete. He huffed, puffed and pulled. Metal groaned. Slowly, a portion of the floor was forced open, revealing a cleverly disguised trapdoor right beneath the pulley. Musty stench rose from the darkness below.
Keeping the trapdoor open, Richard peered into the darkness. “Looks like some kind of... cargo tunnel, see...?” He squinted suspiciously. “Now the question remains... Does it lead anywhere useful?” They didn’t exactly have the luxury of making mistakes. Any guards still alive were no doubt heading this way right now. They had poked the hive and the bees were angry.
WC: 658
Total: 6488
The syringe shined as it was freed from the flesh. A splatter of slowly flying blood painted the air. Gently bubbling foam flowed from the guard’s lips. His flailing arm drew a lazy arc, as strength failed him. His startled ally shouted something, the cracked lips forming unintelligible words.
Soon, the rush ended and speed flooded the slow world again. Thunderous footsteps drummed against the stairs. Hungry hounds barked. Angry shouts echoed. Light flooded the murky stairwell like rising lava.
Suddenly, a slash of gold tore through the stairs.
The rat recoiled. Or got yanked back by his pants, rather. A guttural scream wasn’t the only thing that threatened to shoot up his throat, as the wedgie dug painfully deep. The floor escaped from beneath his feet, taking the screaming guards with it. For a brief moment, it felt like the whole building rumbled.
Richard stared down at the dusty destruction. “Well... If there are other guards, they definitely heard that...” He squeaked, his voice strangely a couple octaves higher. With the grace of a potato sack, he hit the floor. “Ow...” The weak groan drowned beneath the dying gasps of the fodder.
While the greedy pirate looted, the doctor was busy trying to recover from an acute testicular torsion. Or something that felt equally agonizing. It took him a good moment to drag his pants back to their correct height. Regardless, he was quietly glad this madman was on his side. For now...
The scared rat followed the money hound into the empty warehouse. He glanced at his ally, then at the bloody mess of former guards behind them... And back at his ally. “You can say that again.” He agreed idly.
Richard’s keen eyes swept over the wooden crates and the floor. “Remember those blueprints White showed us?” He asked conversationally. “They detailed a path to a basement, didn’t they? But the stairs end here...” Snooping around, he mused out loud. Imaginary gears turned with slow certainty.
Something didn’t quite add up here. They had moved according to the plan, gotten to the heart of the complex and fought through heavy security... But there seemed to be none of the... mysterious product... they were making here. Either it had been moved...
Or the real heart was somewhere deeper.
Richard’s gaze focused on a pulley hanging from the ceiling, dead center of the room. With a pondering hum, he set aside his suitcase and knelt down. His hands traced against odd drag marks on the floor that seemed to stop at a dime. He knocked the concrete... And got a hollow echo in response. His smile sharpened.
Quietly, the chemist dug another syringe from his pocket. This one gleamed crimson in the faint light. Stabbing it into his gut, he gritted his teeth and nearly keeled over. A raspy breath left his lungs, resembling a rabid growl. His muscles bulged, straining against the ill-fitting disguise. Intoxicating euphoria burned in his veins.
“There... we go...”
Wiping the foam forming at his mouth, the empowered rat stabbed his fingers into the thinnest crack in the concrete. He huffed, puffed and pulled. Metal groaned. Slowly, a portion of the floor was forced open, revealing a cleverly disguised trapdoor right beneath the pulley. Musty stench rose from the darkness below.
Keeping the trapdoor open, Richard peered into the darkness. “Looks like some kind of... cargo tunnel, see...?” He squinted suspiciously. “Now the question remains... Does it lead anywhere useful?” They didn’t exactly have the luxury of making mistakes. Any guards still alive were no doubt heading this way right now. They had poked the hive and the bees were angry.
WC: 658
Total: 6488
________________________________________________________
Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Posts : 214
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Apr 13, 2022 12:23 am"Hurry up." Spinner grunted, forcing the barrel of his gun into the nape of a trembling man.
"I-I'm trying..! P-Please I have a f-f-family..." His voice shook in fear as his hands desperately tried to open the lock before him.
The barrel dug deeper with every syllable. Spinner's presence was a commanding one, one honed with violence and an ominous silence broken with the occasional words.
"P-Puh....lease...! I j-j..just need more ti....!" *Click*...!" His worries lifted as the weight of the barrel slowly pulled back. "Heh...hehe.....hehehehe....." He laughed nervously as tears flowed down his cheeks and he dropped to the floor in relief. Then, instinctively he turned to Spinner for his approval.
His image reflected at him in the assassin's goggles and gleaning the silver blade now sheathed in his neck. "Blergh...." Spinner held him as he choked on the crimson liquid now filling his lungs. "Blergh...Blergh....bl...eggghhhh..." The noises spilled out accompanied by mass amounts of coughed-up blood.
Puru Puru Puru..... Katcha ".......!"
"Oi you quiet fuck! Speak up!" The smoking snail shouted back.
".....?....!...."
"Ya got in eh?" The snail paused for a puff. "Good shit. I'm at the rendezvous point. I'll let the old fuck know."
".......?"
"Oh, those fucking idiots? They are drawing plenty of fucking attention to themselves. Pretty soon all of Spider Miles will be after em." Raven snickered as she hung up the receiver.
"What the fuck was that all about?" A befuddled man asked as he emerged from the shadows behind Skinner. He was tall with hair so saturated with grease that it reflected the light into your eyes. He smelled of cheap cologne and tobacco but he was the son of one of the great crime lords of Spider Miles.
"You can't trust a snail.." Spinner Mumbled. "The marines have all those little bastards in their pockets.." He continued under his breath as he crushed the snail under his boot. Its shell splintered across the floor as did the bits of the gooey creature as it screamed for seconds that felt like years to an animal lover. Something Spinner was not.
"Uh...huh.... Right... So, our proposal is still on the board then?" Changing to a less, far-fetched topic as he continually readjusted his tie. Nervous tick, something he did quite often. Something like a tell.
"We are here, are we not?" His low, raspy tone registered off the charts on a scale of one to ominous as he slowly scanned the room.
"Yes, yes of course. How silly of me. Let's get right down to business then."
"Of course."
"R-right... So then we are free to capture Richard Maxwell then?"
"And the.... other one."
"Right... this... Goldmonger..? Never heard of him, but hey, who's gonna complain about a few extra berries. Am I right? QuackQuackQuackQuack!"
"Pfft..." In a rare moment of emotion, Spinner lost his composure for a split second. Caught off guard by the duck-like sounds emitted by the man in front of him.
"Oh yeah. Go ahead and fuckin laugh. Like I care what you think. Fucking snail....snail...f-fucker..!"
The air grew thick and heavy. Bloodlust radiated throughout it as the weight sat on your shoulders and drove you into the ground. Heels digging ever deeper into the earth. Driven purely by fear. Spinner's gaze was locked on the man whose feelings had been hurt by his careless burst of emotion.
Shit. Fear gripped his body, leaving the man unable to speak. Time moved in slow motion as every move Spinner made filled him with anxiety and dread. Shit shit shit. This is where I die... Shit Shit...
"......"
Fuck fuck fuck man. This is it. This is where I die. Man! What would dad say right now..?!"
"........"
FUCK! I'm really, actually gonna die here... Wait... What is tha... Is that..? Did I just...? Oh fuck I think I just pissed myself... Jeez Fuck what would dad say...
".........I'm sorry."
This is it, oh my go-.... wait.... "W-what.....?" Taken back by the sudden apology from a ruthless killer for hurting his feelings. "What did you just say...?"
"It was unkind of me to react in such a careless manner. For that, I am truly sorry."
"Uhhh.. Yeah... T-thanks man, that's.... that was pretty cool." Reaching his hand out in friendship, "Drake..... Well, it's actually Mallard Drakell Duckington IX... but..."
"Pffft..!" Spinner carelessly snickered once more much to the char grin of Drake.
"Yeah... Exactly..." He said with a deep, deep sigh. His attention now focused on the large pee stain on his pants.
The Bumbling Idiots | Ridiculously Strong Pirate Affiliates Warehouse
"Damn, juiced the fuck up, huh?" Reacting to the zero to hero in a bottle concoction the doctor had administered to himself. The vermin had now doubled in size, going from rat to capybara in a matter of seconds. Dax poked at the newly formed, vein bulging muscles. "So does that work for all your muscles or....?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, look, more fucking stairs. Yay..." The Goldmonger sighed, "Got anything in that suitcase to get rid of these fuckin things." Mumbling as he started down the spiraling staircase, disappearing into the abyss.
"Oi! Get down here ya rat bastard, you gotta see this!" The room was filled with charts and papers. Scrolls and documents piled on every table. They mapped the ocean's waters, listed marine patrols and their routes, and parchments of all kinds. Amongst them sat a few gold pieces here and there.
"Nothing... There ain't nothing fucking down here. Cept all these fucking papers and shit." Swiping his hand across a desk and sending a storm of ink and loose-leaf onto the floor.
937/5,871/5,000
"I-I'm trying..! P-Please I have a f-f-family..." His voice shook in fear as his hands desperately tried to open the lock before him.
The barrel dug deeper with every syllable. Spinner's presence was a commanding one, one honed with violence and an ominous silence broken with the occasional words.
"P-Puh....lease...! I j-j..just need more ti....!" *Click*...!" His worries lifted as the weight of the barrel slowly pulled back. "Heh...hehe.....hehehehe....." He laughed nervously as tears flowed down his cheeks and he dropped to the floor in relief. Then, instinctively he turned to Spinner for his approval.
His image reflected at him in the assassin's goggles and gleaning the silver blade now sheathed in his neck. "Blergh...." Spinner held him as he choked on the crimson liquid now filling his lungs. "Blergh...Blergh....bl...eggghhhh..." The noises spilled out accompanied by mass amounts of coughed-up blood.
Puru Puru Puru..... Katcha ".......!"
"Oi you quiet fuck! Speak up!" The smoking snail shouted back.
".....?....!...."
"Ya got in eh?" The snail paused for a puff. "Good shit. I'm at the rendezvous point. I'll let the old fuck know."
".......?"
"Oh, those fucking idiots? They are drawing plenty of fucking attention to themselves. Pretty soon all of Spider Miles will be after em." Raven snickered as she hung up the receiver.
"What the fuck was that all about?" A befuddled man asked as he emerged from the shadows behind Skinner. He was tall with hair so saturated with grease that it reflected the light into your eyes. He smelled of cheap cologne and tobacco but he was the son of one of the great crime lords of Spider Miles.
"You can't trust a snail.." Spinner Mumbled. "The marines have all those little bastards in their pockets.." He continued under his breath as he crushed the snail under his boot. Its shell splintered across the floor as did the bits of the gooey creature as it screamed for seconds that felt like years to an animal lover. Something Spinner was not.
"Uh...huh.... Right... So, our proposal is still on the board then?" Changing to a less, far-fetched topic as he continually readjusted his tie. Nervous tick, something he did quite often. Something like a tell.
"We are here, are we not?" His low, raspy tone registered off the charts on a scale of one to ominous as he slowly scanned the room.
"Yes, yes of course. How silly of me. Let's get right down to business then."
"Of course."
"R-right... So then we are free to capture Richard Maxwell then?"
"And the.... other one."
"Right... this... Goldmonger..? Never heard of him, but hey, who's gonna complain about a few extra berries. Am I right? QuackQuackQuackQuack!"
"Pfft..." In a rare moment of emotion, Spinner lost his composure for a split second. Caught off guard by the duck-like sounds emitted by the man in front of him.
"Oh yeah. Go ahead and fuckin laugh. Like I care what you think. Fucking snail....snail...f-fucker..!"
The air grew thick and heavy. Bloodlust radiated throughout it as the weight sat on your shoulders and drove you into the ground. Heels digging ever deeper into the earth. Driven purely by fear. Spinner's gaze was locked on the man whose feelings had been hurt by his careless burst of emotion.
Shit. Fear gripped his body, leaving the man unable to speak. Time moved in slow motion as every move Spinner made filled him with anxiety and dread. Shit shit shit. This is where I die... Shit Shit...
"......"
Fuck fuck fuck man. This is it. This is where I die. Man! What would dad say right now..?!"
"........"
FUCK! I'm really, actually gonna die here... Wait... What is tha... Is that..? Did I just...? Oh fuck I think I just pissed myself... Jeez Fuck what would dad say...
".........I'm sorry."
This is it, oh my go-.... wait.... "W-what.....?" Taken back by the sudden apology from a ruthless killer for hurting his feelings. "What did you just say...?"
"It was unkind of me to react in such a careless manner. For that, I am truly sorry."
"Uhhh.. Yeah... T-thanks man, that's.... that was pretty cool." Reaching his hand out in friendship, "Drake..... Well, it's actually Mallard Drakell Duckington IX... but..."
"Pffft..!" Spinner carelessly snickered once more much to the char grin of Drake.
"Yeah... Exactly..." He said with a deep, deep sigh. His attention now focused on the large pee stain on his pants.
The Bumbling Idiots | Ridiculously Strong Pirate Affiliates Warehouse
"Damn, juiced the fuck up, huh?" Reacting to the zero to hero in a bottle concoction the doctor had administered to himself. The vermin had now doubled in size, going from rat to capybara in a matter of seconds. Dax poked at the newly formed, vein bulging muscles. "So does that work for all your muscles or....?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, look, more fucking stairs. Yay..." The Goldmonger sighed, "Got anything in that suitcase to get rid of these fuckin things." Mumbling as he started down the spiraling staircase, disappearing into the abyss.
"Oi! Get down here ya rat bastard, you gotta see this!" The room was filled with charts and papers. Scrolls and documents piled on every table. They mapped the ocean's waters, listed marine patrols and their routes, and parchments of all kinds. Amongst them sat a few gold pieces here and there.
"Nothing... There ain't nothing fucking down here. Cept all these fucking papers and shit." Swiping his hand across a desk and sending a storm of ink and loose-leaf onto the floor.
937/5,871/5,000
- Maxwell
[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Posts : 304
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Wed Apr 13, 2022 2:36 pmThe doctor opened his mouth to answer, only to sputter out more foam. He hastily wiped his lips. “That is a crude way to put it... but not inaccurate.” He muttered beneath his breath. His foul-mouthed comrade was, perhaps, sharper than he wanted to believe...
Richard pushed the trap door until the hinges snapped and tossed it aside with one hand. “As a matter of fact, yes, yes it does.” He growled with a rasping breath. “This compound works much like anabolic steroids, promoting muscle growth and blood circulation... With vastly increased speed and efficiency.” He prattled on like a snake oil salesman, conveniently forgetting to mention the limitations.
Or the downsides.
In truth, the chemist hated using this particular injection. The borrowed power outweighed the side-effects only barely. It took every bit of his focus not to snap and snarl at the people around him. Even now, violent impulses were tugging at his nerves. His heartbeat pounded like a war drum in his ears.
The distracted crook shook the distractions out of his head. “In short, steroids on steroids, if you will.” He wanted to add that this too was for sale, but decided to bite his tongue. From what he had seen, his partner in crime needed neither more muscles nor strength.
Grabbing the suitcase, the cowardly rat reluctantly scurried after the golden thug. He squinted at every shadow, expecting some manner of trap to spring... Aaaany second now... The shout sent him recoiling several steps back. And there it was! The trap was sprung! It was... nothing?
“...Wait, what do you mean ‘nothing’?”
Cowardice was shoved aside, as Richard barged into the messy room. It brought a scribe’s office to mind, with its piles of papers and bottles of ink. The stray pieces of gold sat smugly on the floor, mocking the duo for arriving far too late.
Disbelief, fury and panic surged through the rat’s skull. “Oh no. No, nonono, this is not happening...” He snatched paper after paper, chart after chart, desperately trying to glean anything useful out of them. It was nothing. Patrol routes, ocean maps, information that couldn’t handle daylight. Useless, all of it.
The rat clutched his head. A frustrated snarl crawled past his teeth. His hands latched onto a desk, squeezing hard enough to crack the wood. The violent impulses tugged at his strings and he danced like a marionette. He flipped the desk over, tossing against the wall with a crash that echoed up the murky stairway. A tirade of foul words followed.
With deep, labored breaths, the juiced-up crook tried to regain his composure. “How?! How is this possible...? The intel pointed us right here...” He mumbled, trying to work out the problem. Where had they gone wrong? They had infiltrated the compound, followed the orders, everything had gone exactly as planned.
Exactly... as... planned...
“White.”
The creeping realization struck like a hammer. Richard’s eyes went wide, snapping towards the stairway. The imaginary gears spun quickly enough to cause sparks. “Oh, that dirty, double-dealing...” He snatched his discarded suitcase and rushed up the stairs. Fueled by adrenaline and roid rage, he didn’t even feel the climb.
Bursting out the stairwell, the crook swept his gaze around, seeking the nearest exit. Much to his dismay, he instead found a blockade of muscle surrounding the trap door. Knuckles were cracked, shoulders were rolled, crowbars and other instruments of pain were tapped against open palms.
The apparent leader of the ambush, a hulking thug with a glasgow smile, patiently waited until both intruders were in sight. He brandished the kind of weapon that made even the seasoned crook’s stomach twist.
A white snail vaguely resembling a fox...
Fear was the mind-killer, they said. However, for the rat, fear was also an excellent brain cleaner. It cleared his head of any troublesome impulses. He adjusted his tie and offered a wavering smile. “Ahem... Gentlemen... Let’s not make any hasty assumptions...” A little late for that.
*Hello, Maxwell.*
“Look, White... Mister White, if you’re still upset about the Lyneel incident...”
*It’s pronounced Lvneel. And no, old friend, I do not get upset...*
*I get even.*
Richard swallowed nervously. He gasped like a fish on dry land. Words fled his mind.
*Now, I know what you are thinking... What about the money? Truth to be told, there was never any money in this. Well, not for you anyway. This plan needed someone to take the fall. Someone who is worth more dead than alive.*
An image of a wanted poster flashed vividly through the pirate’s mind. The number had always been too high for his health. Now it was finally catching up to him.
*Look, we both have done a lot of things you are going to regret. But... You of all people should understand that this was never anything personal.*
*Just business.*
With a hollow click, the snail fell asleep.
WC: 816
Total: 7304
Richard pushed the trap door until the hinges snapped and tossed it aside with one hand. “As a matter of fact, yes, yes it does.” He growled with a rasping breath. “This compound works much like anabolic steroids, promoting muscle growth and blood circulation... With vastly increased speed and efficiency.” He prattled on like a snake oil salesman, conveniently forgetting to mention the limitations.
Or the downsides.
In truth, the chemist hated using this particular injection. The borrowed power outweighed the side-effects only barely. It took every bit of his focus not to snap and snarl at the people around him. Even now, violent impulses were tugging at his nerves. His heartbeat pounded like a war drum in his ears.
The distracted crook shook the distractions out of his head. “In short, steroids on steroids, if you will.” He wanted to add that this too was for sale, but decided to bite his tongue. From what he had seen, his partner in crime needed neither more muscles nor strength.
Grabbing the suitcase, the cowardly rat reluctantly scurried after the golden thug. He squinted at every shadow, expecting some manner of trap to spring... Aaaany second now... The shout sent him recoiling several steps back. And there it was! The trap was sprung! It was... nothing?
“...Wait, what do you mean ‘nothing’?”
Cowardice was shoved aside, as Richard barged into the messy room. It brought a scribe’s office to mind, with its piles of papers and bottles of ink. The stray pieces of gold sat smugly on the floor, mocking the duo for arriving far too late.
Disbelief, fury and panic surged through the rat’s skull. “Oh no. No, nonono, this is not happening...” He snatched paper after paper, chart after chart, desperately trying to glean anything useful out of them. It was nothing. Patrol routes, ocean maps, information that couldn’t handle daylight. Useless, all of it.
The rat clutched his head. A frustrated snarl crawled past his teeth. His hands latched onto a desk, squeezing hard enough to crack the wood. The violent impulses tugged at his strings and he danced like a marionette. He flipped the desk over, tossing against the wall with a crash that echoed up the murky stairway. A tirade of foul words followed.
With deep, labored breaths, the juiced-up crook tried to regain his composure. “How?! How is this possible...? The intel pointed us right here...” He mumbled, trying to work out the problem. Where had they gone wrong? They had infiltrated the compound, followed the orders, everything had gone exactly as planned.
Exactly... as... planned...
“White.”
The creeping realization struck like a hammer. Richard’s eyes went wide, snapping towards the stairway. The imaginary gears spun quickly enough to cause sparks. “Oh, that dirty, double-dealing...” He snatched his discarded suitcase and rushed up the stairs. Fueled by adrenaline and roid rage, he didn’t even feel the climb.
Bursting out the stairwell, the crook swept his gaze around, seeking the nearest exit. Much to his dismay, he instead found a blockade of muscle surrounding the trap door. Knuckles were cracked, shoulders were rolled, crowbars and other instruments of pain were tapped against open palms.
The apparent leader of the ambush, a hulking thug with a glasgow smile, patiently waited until both intruders were in sight. He brandished the kind of weapon that made even the seasoned crook’s stomach twist.
A white snail vaguely resembling a fox...
Fear was the mind-killer, they said. However, for the rat, fear was also an excellent brain cleaner. It cleared his head of any troublesome impulses. He adjusted his tie and offered a wavering smile. “Ahem... Gentlemen... Let’s not make any hasty assumptions...” A little late for that.
*Hello, Maxwell.*
“Look, White... Mister White, if you’re still upset about the Lyneel incident...”
*It’s pronounced Lvneel. And no, old friend, I do not get upset...*
*I get even.*
Richard swallowed nervously. He gasped like a fish on dry land. Words fled his mind.
*Now, I know what you are thinking... What about the money? Truth to be told, there was never any money in this. Well, not for you anyway. This plan needed someone to take the fall. Someone who is worth more dead than alive.*
An image of a wanted poster flashed vividly through the pirate’s mind. The number had always been too high for his health. Now it was finally catching up to him.
*Look, we both have done a lot of things you are going to regret. But... You of all people should understand that this was never anything personal.*
*Just business.*
With a hollow click, the snail fell asleep.
WC: 816
Total: 7304
________________________________________________________
Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Thu Apr 14, 2022 1:57 pmIn, out. In.. Out...
Fuck. Inhaling through his nose as deep as he could, he took in everything about his surroundings. The gold leaf on the documents, the pile of change on the floor he had already pocketed. That sweet, yet strange and wonderful smell that came from his lanky compatriot. That faint musk underneath all that dirt, grime, and overall filth that made him up.
Wait.... that's... oh.... yes~
Dax watched as the doctor scrambled through the papers, doing his best not to give away his intentions as he slyly crept towards a table near the back wall. There was something there..
"Huh? Where ya going buddy~?" His attention was grabbed by the sudden change in his friend's demeanor as he took off up the stairs. "Well shit. I didn't know he could fly too." Dax flipped the table, discovering a small safe on the floor. "Hmmm~"
Whistling a tune Dax found the keyhole for the safe and held his finger at the entrance. His ring squirmed and slithered down and into the abyss, shaping itself from the inside out as a handle quickly formed on the outside. With a simple twist, the latch clicked and the door popped open. "Ah~"
Inside sat a small pile of gold, something that brought a smirk to the Goldmonger's face. But in the back. There sat something far more valuable. And that something brought a Cheshire grin to the greedy man's face.
Stashing the safe's contents into his coat he turned to the stairs and climbed them almost as quickly as his companion. "Hey man, what's going o-..... Oh..... Well, this sucks..." Slowly raising his hands as he realized the predicament he and the good doctor found themselves in. "So who did ya piss off now?"
A question that was quickly answered by the fox on the other line.
"Look, guys, I don't even know this fucking guy... hey watch it, man! I'm just saying!" Having received a slap to the head from a nearby grunt as he tried to weasel himself out of their current situation.
"Shhh!"
"Alright, alright.. fucking relax, man," Dax mumbled as he returned his attention to the speech that, if we are being honest, clearly had nothing to do with him. Lvneel..? Wonder what they've got going on over there..
"See, he didn't mention me at all, so I mean, if you guys don't mind I'll just hit the road and never tell anyone about thi-.. ow.. .Motherfu-..! Ow!! Hit me one more fucking time and I swear to go-...!! That's it!" Dax grabbed the man by his label and hoisted him up above his head, cocking back his left hand and sharpening his rings into golden claws. "I'm gonna enjoy the hell outta thi-... wha... Ah... Oh, fuck me..."
A much larger, very powerful Fishman clad in a white suit grabbed the Goldmonger by his left arm and tossed him like a rag doll across the room. Slamming into the wall in an almost comical fashion as he literally, left a mark in the stone wall.
"O....www........" Dax groaned as he slowly unpeeled from the wall and fell to the ground.
The A team | Somewhere on Spider Miles
"Can't believe you asshats actually made it." Raven snickered as she sucked on a lollipop.
Spinner nodded, disregarding the vulgarity of her words. "This is Mallard Drakell Duckington IX."
"Come on man, I told you it's Drake.." Responding in a hushed tone, doing his best to avoid embarrassment in front of Raven. A girl whom he took one look at and fell head over heels for. "Well, hello there pretty mama."
"Shut the fuck up. So what do we gotta do with it?" Coldly shutting down the young man before he could get carried away.
Puru Puru Puru
Katcha"What?"
*Always the spitfire. Now, then. Do you have it Spinner?*
".....!"
*Spinner, for god sake. Just speak. The snails are not out to get us.*
"...."
*This is ridiculous*
"You are telling me, he's always doing this shit," Raven interjected rudely.
"Hey, so, if you guys don't mind. I can just speak for him. Yeah, we got it."
*Good. Good. With our colleagues providing such a wonderful distraction it left us to do as we please. Proceed with the final phase of the plan* Click.
Seconds after the Den Den mushi's eyes closed, Spinner snatched it from Raven's hands. "....!" Heaving it off the side of the building they sat atop of.
"What the hell man?!" Drake shouted as he rushed to peer over the side, "Will you stop doing that shit!"
"The snails must die." Spinner's response was cold and harsh.
"Fucking hell man." Raven snapped, "These fucking things don't grow on trees ya know."
"We would be screwed if they did."
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Fuck. Inhaling through his nose as deep as he could, he took in everything about his surroundings. The gold leaf on the documents, the pile of change on the floor he had already pocketed. That sweet, yet strange and wonderful smell that came from his lanky compatriot. That faint musk underneath all that dirt, grime, and overall filth that made him up.
Wait.... that's... oh.... yes~
Dax watched as the doctor scrambled through the papers, doing his best not to give away his intentions as he slyly crept towards a table near the back wall. There was something there..
"Huh? Where ya going buddy~?" His attention was grabbed by the sudden change in his friend's demeanor as he took off up the stairs. "Well shit. I didn't know he could fly too." Dax flipped the table, discovering a small safe on the floor. "Hmmm~"
Whistling a tune Dax found the keyhole for the safe and held his finger at the entrance. His ring squirmed and slithered down and into the abyss, shaping itself from the inside out as a handle quickly formed on the outside. With a simple twist, the latch clicked and the door popped open. "Ah~"
Inside sat a small pile of gold, something that brought a smirk to the Goldmonger's face. But in the back. There sat something far more valuable. And that something brought a Cheshire grin to the greedy man's face.
Stashing the safe's contents into his coat he turned to the stairs and climbed them almost as quickly as his companion. "Hey man, what's going o-..... Oh..... Well, this sucks..." Slowly raising his hands as he realized the predicament he and the good doctor found themselves in. "So who did ya piss off now?"
A question that was quickly answered by the fox on the other line.
"Look, guys, I don't even know this fucking guy... hey watch it, man! I'm just saying!" Having received a slap to the head from a nearby grunt as he tried to weasel himself out of their current situation.
"Shhh!"
"Alright, alright.. fucking relax, man," Dax mumbled as he returned his attention to the speech that, if we are being honest, clearly had nothing to do with him. Lvneel..? Wonder what they've got going on over there..
"See, he didn't mention me at all, so I mean, if you guys don't mind I'll just hit the road and never tell anyone about thi-.. ow.. .Motherfu-..! Ow!! Hit me one more fucking time and I swear to go-...!! That's it!" Dax grabbed the man by his label and hoisted him up above his head, cocking back his left hand and sharpening his rings into golden claws. "I'm gonna enjoy the hell outta thi-... wha... Ah... Oh, fuck me..."
A much larger, very powerful Fishman clad in a white suit grabbed the Goldmonger by his left arm and tossed him like a rag doll across the room. Slamming into the wall in an almost comical fashion as he literally, left a mark in the stone wall.
"O....www........" Dax groaned as he slowly unpeeled from the wall and fell to the ground.
The A team | Somewhere on Spider Miles
"Can't believe you asshats actually made it." Raven snickered as she sucked on a lollipop.
Spinner nodded, disregarding the vulgarity of her words. "This is Mallard Drakell Duckington IX."
"Come on man, I told you it's Drake.." Responding in a hushed tone, doing his best to avoid embarrassment in front of Raven. A girl whom he took one look at and fell head over heels for. "Well, hello there pretty mama."
"Shut the fuck up. So what do we gotta do with it?" Coldly shutting down the young man before he could get carried away.
Puru Puru Puru
Katcha"What?"
*Always the spitfire. Now, then. Do you have it Spinner?*
".....!"
*Spinner, for god sake. Just speak. The snails are not out to get us.*
"...."
*This is ridiculous*
"You are telling me, he's always doing this shit," Raven interjected rudely.
"Hey, so, if you guys don't mind. I can just speak for him. Yeah, we got it."
*Good. Good. With our colleagues providing such a wonderful distraction it left us to do as we please. Proceed with the final phase of the plan* Click.
Seconds after the Den Den mushi's eyes closed, Spinner snatched it from Raven's hands. "....!" Heaving it off the side of the building they sat atop of.
"What the hell man?!" Drake shouted as he rushed to peer over the side, "Will you stop doing that shit!"
"The snails must die." Spinner's response was cold and harsh.
"Fucking hell man." Raven snapped, "These fucking things don't grow on trees ya know."
"We would be screwed if they did."
795/6,666/5,000
- Maxwell
[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Fri Apr 15, 2022 9:39 amWhat’s a little betrayal between friends? ...Assuming you had any, at least. Richard for one would’ve loved to have a friend right now. He was kind of... running short. First, his oldest partner in crime sold him out... And now his meat shield best buddy was trying to ditch him.
Still, far be it from the old crook to take it personally. Honestly, if the roles had been reversed, he would’ve done the same thing. Perhaps that’s why he still tried appealing to the gold-lover’s sense of... erm... not decency, certainly. Nor loyalty. Uh... Camaraderie? Sure?
Richard struggled to find his usual smile. He seemed to have dropped it somewhere along the way... “W-what are you saying, Nox? W-we are friends, aren’t we? The dynamic duo, r-right...?” Even his voice rapidly lost confidence with that last wavering word.
A scream hitched in the doctor’s throat, when the hulking man was suddenly thrown at a wall like an empty beer bottle. He didn’t even want to look at the creature capable of that. Instead, his eyes searched the living blockade for a way out, for any sort of hole to squeeze through...
The pounding war drum grew louder. It filled the rat’s skull, drowning the voices around him. Cold sweat crawled down his skin. His shrunken pupils trembled with terror. This trip had quickly gone from bad to worse.
Around the quivering doctor, the thugs drew closer. One grabbed him by the meaty, bulging arm, pondering idly. “Huh, he looks a lot skinnier in the photos. I’ve heard that the camera adds ten pounds, but this is new.” He yanked.
The doctor didn’t budge.
Snapping back to reality, the cornered rat glanced at the large man holding him. His lips couldn’t decide between a nervous grin or a terrified grimace. It only showed his sharp teeth. “Ahah, well, about that... It’s a funny story, actually. You see-” Cutting his own distracting banter short, he suddenly swung his suitcase like a hefty golf club. A painful smack sent the thug stumbling into his colleagues.
Another swing was stopped by the same bulky fishman. One hand blocked the clumsy weapon, while the other slammed against the crook’s side in a karate chop. “Sit down, Plague Rat.” The air rippled on impact.
With a weak wheeze, Richard collapsed. His breaths were swift. Shallow. It didn’t take a medical degree to know arms weren’t supposed to bend like that. The suitcase clattered by his side. His working arm reached for the locks. Click... click... The Pandora’s Box popped open.
However, the foe didn’t seem worried. In fact, he didn’t even bother trying to stop the rummaging rat. “My skin is too thick for puny syringes and I can hold my breath for an hour straight.” Instead, he pressed his webbed foot against his lower back. “Do. Your. Worst.” Slowly adding weight, he savored the sound of cracking bones and breathless gasps.
“If... you insist...”
In the crook’s grasp gleamed a round flask with a long neck, a Florence flask for the savvy. Inside it sloshed fiery red and orange liquid. One liter of it to be exact. Chemistry was an exact science after all.
The fishman raised a curious brow... And effortlessly ducked back from the sloppily tossed projectile. It went high, spinning wildly towards the ceiling. He flashed a smile full of teeth. “Aw, was that supposed to hit me?” Yet the wheezed response dampened his cheer somewhat. “Doesn’t matter, really.” The flask reached its peak. Gravity took hold. “What-?”
The sound of shattering glass was swallowed by a fiery boom.
Liquid fire splattered all over the room, like a gigantic gasoline sneeze. It clung to structures and skin with the tenacity of tar. Or napalm. The thugs screamed. Some tried to stop, drop and roll, only spreading around stains of flames. Others were smart enough to tear off the burning clothing.
While the fishman recoiled from the flames, the chemist scrambled back onto his feet. Clamping the suitcase shut, he grabbed it and barreled through the blockade. He ran like his ass was on fire.
Which it was.
Scurrying past the so-called partner in crime, the doctor briefly considered checking if he was okay. Old habits and all, you see. He liked to bottle up those urges and toss them out with the rest of the hazardous waste. “If you could hold them off, that’d be fantastic!” And he kept running...
WC: 738
Total: 8042
Still, far be it from the old crook to take it personally. Honestly, if the roles had been reversed, he would’ve done the same thing. Perhaps that’s why he still tried appealing to the gold-lover’s sense of... erm... not decency, certainly. Nor loyalty. Uh... Camaraderie? Sure?
Richard struggled to find his usual smile. He seemed to have dropped it somewhere along the way... “W-what are you saying, Nox? W-we are friends, aren’t we? The dynamic duo, r-right...?” Even his voice rapidly lost confidence with that last wavering word.
A scream hitched in the doctor’s throat, when the hulking man was suddenly thrown at a wall like an empty beer bottle. He didn’t even want to look at the creature capable of that. Instead, his eyes searched the living blockade for a way out, for any sort of hole to squeeze through...
The pounding war drum grew louder. It filled the rat’s skull, drowning the voices around him. Cold sweat crawled down his skin. His shrunken pupils trembled with terror. This trip had quickly gone from bad to worse.
Around the quivering doctor, the thugs drew closer. One grabbed him by the meaty, bulging arm, pondering idly. “Huh, he looks a lot skinnier in the photos. I’ve heard that the camera adds ten pounds, but this is new.” He yanked.
The doctor didn’t budge.
Snapping back to reality, the cornered rat glanced at the large man holding him. His lips couldn’t decide between a nervous grin or a terrified grimace. It only showed his sharp teeth. “Ahah, well, about that... It’s a funny story, actually. You see-” Cutting his own distracting banter short, he suddenly swung his suitcase like a hefty golf club. A painful smack sent the thug stumbling into his colleagues.
Another swing was stopped by the same bulky fishman. One hand blocked the clumsy weapon, while the other slammed against the crook’s side in a karate chop. “Sit down, Plague Rat.” The air rippled on impact.
With a weak wheeze, Richard collapsed. His breaths were swift. Shallow. It didn’t take a medical degree to know arms weren’t supposed to bend like that. The suitcase clattered by his side. His working arm reached for the locks. Click... click... The Pandora’s Box popped open.
However, the foe didn’t seem worried. In fact, he didn’t even bother trying to stop the rummaging rat. “My skin is too thick for puny syringes and I can hold my breath for an hour straight.” Instead, he pressed his webbed foot against his lower back. “Do. Your. Worst.” Slowly adding weight, he savored the sound of cracking bones and breathless gasps.
“If... you insist...”
In the crook’s grasp gleamed a round flask with a long neck, a Florence flask for the savvy. Inside it sloshed fiery red and orange liquid. One liter of it to be exact. Chemistry was an exact science after all.
The fishman raised a curious brow... And effortlessly ducked back from the sloppily tossed projectile. It went high, spinning wildly towards the ceiling. He flashed a smile full of teeth. “Aw, was that supposed to hit me?” Yet the wheezed response dampened his cheer somewhat. “Doesn’t matter, really.” The flask reached its peak. Gravity took hold. “What-?”
The sound of shattering glass was swallowed by a fiery boom.
Liquid fire splattered all over the room, like a gigantic gasoline sneeze. It clung to structures and skin with the tenacity of tar. Or napalm. The thugs screamed. Some tried to stop, drop and roll, only spreading around stains of flames. Others were smart enough to tear off the burning clothing.
While the fishman recoiled from the flames, the chemist scrambled back onto his feet. Clamping the suitcase shut, he grabbed it and barreled through the blockade. He ran like his ass was on fire.
Which it was.
Scurrying past the so-called partner in crime, the doctor briefly considered checking if he was okay. Old habits and all, you see. He liked to bottle up those urges and toss them out with the rest of the hazardous waste. “If you could hold them off, that’d be fantastic!” And he kept running...
WC: 738
Total: 8042
________________________________________________________
Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Fri Apr 22, 2022 3:44 pmDax struggled to his feet, rubbing his head as he swayed back and forth. "Fuuuuuck......" Groaning as his vision refocused on the scene unfolding before him.
"Well damn, doc." He mumbled as he watched the flask shatter on impact, spewing hellfire everywhere. The flaming sludge spread like paint on a roller as they tossed and turned, desperately trying to put themselves out.
With a tip of his cap, Richard sped passed Dax, "What.. wha...?" He watched as the rat lived up to his nickname.
"Don't let him escape!" A man shouted, revealing the Fishman was still standing, well, more accurately running towards the exit like a flaming kamikaze.
"Well fuck." Dax mumbled as he turned to see his partner almost at the exit. Whipping his blade as he wrapped up the rat's feet, pulling them out from under him.
"Thanks for waiting, pal!" He shouted as he ran past the good doctor. "Do me a favor, eh? Take care of those guys! K, thanks, bye!!" Shouting with a smile as he came to the stairwell entrance.
The Fishman barreled towards the downed rat, trampling everything in its path to ash. Like a giant fireball, it grew closer with every second. Consuming the entire warehouse in flames.
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"Well damn, doc." He mumbled as he watched the flask shatter on impact, spewing hellfire everywhere. The flaming sludge spread like paint on a roller as they tossed and turned, desperately trying to put themselves out.
With a tip of his cap, Richard sped passed Dax, "What.. wha...?" He watched as the rat lived up to his nickname.
"Don't let him escape!" A man shouted, revealing the Fishman was still standing, well, more accurately running towards the exit like a flaming kamikaze.
"Well fuck." Dax mumbled as he turned to see his partner almost at the exit. Whipping his blade as he wrapped up the rat's feet, pulling them out from under him.
"Thanks for waiting, pal!" He shouted as he ran past the good doctor. "Do me a favor, eh? Take care of those guys! K, thanks, bye!!" Shouting with a smile as he came to the stairwell entrance.
The Fishman barreled towards the downed rat, trampling everything in its path to ash. Like a giant fireball, it grew closer with every second. Consuming the entire warehouse in flames.
206/6,872/5,000
- Maxwell
[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Sat Apr 23, 2022 12:36 pmThe doorway to the stairwell, the final beacon of hope, was so close... And yet, so far, as the rat was about to find out. His distracted mind barely had time to register the sensation of his legs getting yanked from beneath him. “What the-?” He promptly stopped, dropped... “Ogh...” ...and rolled in pain.
At least that also snuffed out the flames clinging onto his pants.
Wheezing and sputtering like a leaking air mattress, the roided-up crook started deflating. Bloody bile dripped from his lips. His muscular figure rapidly shrank to its usual, lean size. Strength slipped through his trembling fingers. Borrowed power never lasted long.
Recovering with the quickness of a cockroach, Richard lifted his head and glared daggers at his so-called partner-in-crime. Well now, wasn’t that rude? Betrayal was supposed to be first come, first serve, no? Tch, the newcomers had no sense of professional courtesy...
Another syringe gleamed in the doctor’s grasp, reflecting the dancing flames. He stabbed it deep into his hide. His breathing quickened, heart hammered and pain vanished beneath the adrenaline rush. Another kind of unfair concoction coursed through his veins.
Richard sprung back onto his feet with the vim and vigor of someone twenty years younger. One hand grabbed his trusty suitcase. The other, meanwhile, managed to snatch a lonely wash bucket by a fallen mop, both abandoned by a cleaner who clearly wasn’t paid enough to care.
“Heads up, friend.”
Rapid footsteps closed the distance, as the criminal called out. He leapt onto the gold-lover’s back, slamming the metal bucket onto his head like a helmet without a visor. Since he couldn’t beat the towering thug in a contest of strength, he would simply cheat instead.
Dropping off, the doctor hurried past and left the man stumbling in the dark. “Consider it a parting gift. No, no, I insist. Please, have it.” His feigned politeness took a metallic echo from the bucket.
While the snake and the rat quarreled and raced for the only exit remaining, the fiery doom was constantly gaining on them. The flaming Fishman knew he was as good as fried... And he was going to take these idiots with him!
Climbing stairs had never felt so effortless. Perhaps the doctor’s legs would hold a grudge tomorrow, but tonight they were determined to carry him as far away from here as possible. He didn’t need to glance over his shoulder to know that death was nipping at his heels. The footsteps were plenty enough proof.
Soon, the doors leading outside burst open. Thunder rumbled and the sky wept bitterly. Richard stumbled out onto the muddy yard. Two hulking silhouettes were hot on his heels, one of them on fire and thus notably more peeved. However... He didn’t need to outrun the Fishman... Just the thug.
Spinning around, the rat pulled out his pistol. He took aim, trying to keep his shaky arm steady and his trembling voice strong. “Sorry, Mister Nox, but I’m afraid this is where we must part ways! Farewell!” He slowly squeezed the trigger...
Suddenly, a flash of lightning crashed down with glowing hot fury. It struck the tallest of the chimneys, shattering it into countless pieces. Scorched bricks rained down the roof, reminiscent of a rockslide. Dust and debris swallowed the factory entrance, along with the smoldering Fishman.
WC: 554
Total: 8596
At least that also snuffed out the flames clinging onto his pants.
Wheezing and sputtering like a leaking air mattress, the roided-up crook started deflating. Bloody bile dripped from his lips. His muscular figure rapidly shrank to its usual, lean size. Strength slipped through his trembling fingers. Borrowed power never lasted long.
Recovering with the quickness of a cockroach, Richard lifted his head and glared daggers at his so-called partner-in-crime. Well now, wasn’t that rude? Betrayal was supposed to be first come, first serve, no? Tch, the newcomers had no sense of professional courtesy...
Another syringe gleamed in the doctor’s grasp, reflecting the dancing flames. He stabbed it deep into his hide. His breathing quickened, heart hammered and pain vanished beneath the adrenaline rush. Another kind of unfair concoction coursed through his veins.
Richard sprung back onto his feet with the vim and vigor of someone twenty years younger. One hand grabbed his trusty suitcase. The other, meanwhile, managed to snatch a lonely wash bucket by a fallen mop, both abandoned by a cleaner who clearly wasn’t paid enough to care.
“Heads up, friend.”
Rapid footsteps closed the distance, as the criminal called out. He leapt onto the gold-lover’s back, slamming the metal bucket onto his head like a helmet without a visor. Since he couldn’t beat the towering thug in a contest of strength, he would simply cheat instead.
Dropping off, the doctor hurried past and left the man stumbling in the dark. “Consider it a parting gift. No, no, I insist. Please, have it.” His feigned politeness took a metallic echo from the bucket.
While the snake and the rat quarreled and raced for the only exit remaining, the fiery doom was constantly gaining on them. The flaming Fishman knew he was as good as fried... And he was going to take these idiots with him!
Climbing stairs had never felt so effortless. Perhaps the doctor’s legs would hold a grudge tomorrow, but tonight they were determined to carry him as far away from here as possible. He didn’t need to glance over his shoulder to know that death was nipping at his heels. The footsteps were plenty enough proof.
Soon, the doors leading outside burst open. Thunder rumbled and the sky wept bitterly. Richard stumbled out onto the muddy yard. Two hulking silhouettes were hot on his heels, one of them on fire and thus notably more peeved. However... He didn’t need to outrun the Fishman... Just the thug.
Spinning around, the rat pulled out his pistol. He took aim, trying to keep his shaky arm steady and his trembling voice strong. “Sorry, Mister Nox, but I’m afraid this is where we must part ways! Farewell!” He slowly squeezed the trigger...
Suddenly, a flash of lightning crashed down with glowing hot fury. It struck the tallest of the chimneys, shattering it into countless pieces. Scorched bricks rained down the roof, reminiscent of a rockslide. Dust and debris swallowed the factory entrance, along with the smoldering Fishman.
- A note for the reviewer:
- The shenanigans at display have been discussed and approved by both parties.
WC: 554
Total: 8596
________________________________________________________
Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Posts : 214
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Fri May 06, 2022 12:58 pmA loud gong-like noise rang through the goldmonger's ears as his vision went black. "Huh?!" Grabbing at the helm forced upon his head, stumbling to the ground as he did so. Left with nothing but the good doctor's words echoing through his head.
"Fuck...." he mumbled, lifting the bucket enough to see that giant fireball almost upon him.
"FUCK!" Tossing the janitorial armor towards the flaming beast before taking off after the rat.
"RAgghgHGHHHH" The fishman's scream curdled the blood. A beast's last desperate howl as it makes its final strike.
No sooner than the doors had shut from the rat's hasty exit, Dax slammed through them again. Pelting rain whipped with the wind as lightning illuminated everything for a mere second, showing the Goldmonger all he needed to see.
"Well, shit..." Dax snickered as he slowly raised his hands. "It's like that, huh?" He quipped sarcastically as he stared down the barrel of his partner's gun. Thunder cracked in the background as the rat offered a thief's apology. "I guess so..."
Just as the blazing beast had burst through behind them, the heavens struck with vengeance. An explosion followed by a collapsing building sealed the fate of the monster. Though, the accompanying commotion drew the attention of every guard and pirate nearby. Joining the surviving members of the initial attack as reinforcements in the hunt for the bumbling duo.
While the impact sent Dax flying several feet through the air, and several more as he slid across the wet surface. Knowing that they would soon be surrounded, a dastardly thought came to his mind. Acting quickly, he created a lifelike golden statue of his former captain in the wake of the lighting. The darkness and flashing light obscured the golden hue while Dax masterfully puppeteered the actions of the Blockbuster.
"IT IS I, BLOCKBUSTER OF THE SEA, DUKE AND KING IN WAITING OF LVNEEL, SLAYER OF CHILDREN, BREAKER OF ASGAR, THE ONE TRUE SAVIOR, THE CAPTAIN OF THE GREAT NOX PIRATES THEMSELVES, CASTOR O. NOX!!" Dramatically recreating the voice for all to hear as he continued to babble much like real Castor. "TAKE HEAD YOU WORTHLESS SCUM."
In tandem with his wonderful acting, Dax used gold's innate conductivity by sending lightning rods into the sky to direct nature's wrath to form the illusion of control. "NOW BOW. BOW TO ME. BOW TO THE GREAT ONE KNOWN AS CASTOR O. NOX! ALL THOSE WHO OPPOSE SHALL FEEL MY WRATH." The final word preceding a larger bolt than the first crashing down where the golden golem conducted its play.
Dax slithered over to where the rat had placed himself for the commotion. "So, you were saying...?" Snickering as he provided the perfect distraction for the pair to escape. As well as a scapegoat for the trouble they had caused so far.
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"Fuck...." he mumbled, lifting the bucket enough to see that giant fireball almost upon him.
"FUCK!" Tossing the janitorial armor towards the flaming beast before taking off after the rat.
"RAgghgHGHHHH" The fishman's scream curdled the blood. A beast's last desperate howl as it makes its final strike.
No sooner than the doors had shut from the rat's hasty exit, Dax slammed through them again. Pelting rain whipped with the wind as lightning illuminated everything for a mere second, showing the Goldmonger all he needed to see.
"Well, shit..." Dax snickered as he slowly raised his hands. "It's like that, huh?" He quipped sarcastically as he stared down the barrel of his partner's gun. Thunder cracked in the background as the rat offered a thief's apology. "I guess so..."
Just as the blazing beast had burst through behind them, the heavens struck with vengeance. An explosion followed by a collapsing building sealed the fate of the monster. Though, the accompanying commotion drew the attention of every guard and pirate nearby. Joining the surviving members of the initial attack as reinforcements in the hunt for the bumbling duo.
While the impact sent Dax flying several feet through the air, and several more as he slid across the wet surface. Knowing that they would soon be surrounded, a dastardly thought came to his mind. Acting quickly, he created a lifelike golden statue of his former captain in the wake of the lighting. The darkness and flashing light obscured the golden hue while Dax masterfully puppeteered the actions of the Blockbuster.
"IT IS I, BLOCKBUSTER OF THE SEA, DUKE AND KING IN WAITING OF LVNEEL, SLAYER OF CHILDREN, BREAKER OF ASGAR, THE ONE TRUE SAVIOR, THE CAPTAIN OF THE GREAT NOX PIRATES THEMSELVES, CASTOR O. NOX!!" Dramatically recreating the voice for all to hear as he continued to babble much like real Castor. "TAKE HEAD YOU WORTHLESS SCUM."
In tandem with his wonderful acting, Dax used gold's innate conductivity by sending lightning rods into the sky to direct nature's wrath to form the illusion of control. "NOW BOW. BOW TO ME. BOW TO THE GREAT ONE KNOWN AS CASTOR O. NOX! ALL THOSE WHO OPPOSE SHALL FEEL MY WRATH." The final word preceding a larger bolt than the first crashing down where the golden golem conducted its play.
Dax slithered over to where the rat had placed himself for the commotion. "So, you were saying...?" Snickering as he provided the perfect distraction for the pair to escape. As well as a scapegoat for the trouble they had caused so far.
407/7,279/5,000
- Maxwell
[tracker=/t139-richard-maxwell#516]
Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 49
Height : 6'0" / 183 cm
Weight : 160 lbs. / 73 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Supernova
Bounty : [bel=r] 243,000,000
Quality Score : S+
Income Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Shop Discount : -10%
Balance : [bel] 1,217,129,125
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Posts : 304
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Mon May 09, 2022 5:36 amFools loved convenient coincidences. They could so easily be mistaken for good fortune, without that pesky need to stop and consider the consequences. Some stole the credit where none was due. Others even saw signs where there were none to be found. Either way, they took chaos as salvation and sang praises to the indifferent heavens.
...On an entirely unrelated note, Richard couldn’t believe his amazing luck. As he watched the dominoes fall -and narrowly avoided a stray roof tile- a devilish smile slowly spread across his features. R-right, just as planned...! For once the weather was on his side. He was a little too jaded to believe in divine intervention, but at the very least he silently thanked Lady Luck. The heist had gone to Hell, but at least he would be walking away scot-free!
Intending to do exactly that, the rat turned tail... And found his path blocked by even more guards. Swallowing nervously, he slooowly slipped his gun back into its holster and adjusted his tie. “Ahem, gentlemen... I was just about to leave, so... if you could kindly point me to the exit...” By the looks of it, his politeness impressed no one.
However, before any of the local groundskeepers could introduce the pest to their over-sized garden shears and lead-based pesticides, a sudden shout stole their attention. It rose over the sobbing rain and rivaled the rumbling thunder, cutting across the murky yard. Flashes of lightning painted an intimidating silhouette against the backdrop of a burning building.
An intimidating and familiar silhouette...
The dancing lightning sparked vivid flashes from the past. Richard distinctly recalled a fellow with a shocking set of powers. Back then the stranger hadn’t slyly avoided sharing a name, but there was no mistaking that face. A puzzle that had been left incomplete back then suddenly found several of the missing pieces. The image it formed sent chills down his spine...
Snapping back to reality, the rat squeaked when the snake caught him off-guard. Unsure whether to reach for the gun or the tie that felt like a noose, he stumbled over his words. “I... uh... was just... er... giving you the signal for the diversion... A-and an excellent diversion you made. Nice work, partner.” The compliments were offered with a sheepish smile. They were still partners, right? Right. Friends even. The very best.
Fortunately, the creeping fear only fueled the coward’s instincts. “A-anyway, I recommend a tactical retreat. Shall we?” Now that the imminent danger of getting burned alive was gone, he figured there was no harm in sticking close to his meat sh-erm, best friend.
While the guards were distracted by the golden golem, the rat scurried away from the chaos. Like a true pest, he stuck to the shadows of the buildings. His sharp eyes swept the soaked streets and inky alleyways of the Warehouse District, seeking the safest route. Granted, ‘safe’ was a generous expression around here...
Squeezing past fallen trash cans, the crook hurried into the darkness. He didn’t know if the guards were giving chase. Frankly, he didn’t want to know. “This... way...” He wheezed between strained breaths. The chemical concoctions had run their course, leaving behind a chainsmoker whose only cardio came in the form of running for his life.
WC: 545
Total: 9141
...On an entirely unrelated note, Richard couldn’t believe his amazing luck. As he watched the dominoes fall -and narrowly avoided a stray roof tile- a devilish smile slowly spread across his features. R-right, just as planned...! For once the weather was on his side. He was a little too jaded to believe in divine intervention, but at the very least he silently thanked Lady Luck. The heist had gone to Hell, but at least he would be walking away scot-free!
Intending to do exactly that, the rat turned tail... And found his path blocked by even more guards. Swallowing nervously, he slooowly slipped his gun back into its holster and adjusted his tie. “Ahem, gentlemen... I was just about to leave, so... if you could kindly point me to the exit...” By the looks of it, his politeness impressed no one.
However, before any of the local groundskeepers could introduce the pest to their over-sized garden shears and lead-based pesticides, a sudden shout stole their attention. It rose over the sobbing rain and rivaled the rumbling thunder, cutting across the murky yard. Flashes of lightning painted an intimidating silhouette against the backdrop of a burning building.
An intimidating and familiar silhouette...
The dancing lightning sparked vivid flashes from the past. Richard distinctly recalled a fellow with a shocking set of powers. Back then the stranger hadn’t slyly avoided sharing a name, but there was no mistaking that face. A puzzle that had been left incomplete back then suddenly found several of the missing pieces. The image it formed sent chills down his spine...
Snapping back to reality, the rat squeaked when the snake caught him off-guard. Unsure whether to reach for the gun or the tie that felt like a noose, he stumbled over his words. “I... uh... was just... er... giving you the signal for the diversion... A-and an excellent diversion you made. Nice work, partner.” The compliments were offered with a sheepish smile. They were still partners, right? Right. Friends even. The very best.
Fortunately, the creeping fear only fueled the coward’s instincts. “A-anyway, I recommend a tactical retreat. Shall we?” Now that the imminent danger of getting burned alive was gone, he figured there was no harm in sticking close to his meat sh-erm, best friend.
While the guards were distracted by the golden golem, the rat scurried away from the chaos. Like a true pest, he stuck to the shadows of the buildings. His sharp eyes swept the soaked streets and inky alleyways of the Warehouse District, seeking the safest route. Granted, ‘safe’ was a generous expression around here...
Squeezing past fallen trash cans, the crook hurried into the darkness. He didn’t know if the guards were giving chase. Frankly, he didn’t want to know. “This... way...” He wheezed between strained breaths. The chemical concoctions had run their course, leaving behind a chainsmoker whose only cardio came in the form of running for his life.
WC: 545
Total: 9141
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Wanted Dead or Alive: Richard 'Plague Rat' Maxwell
- Goldmonger
[tracker=/t1979-dax-morgan#10865]
Name : Dax Morgan
Epithet : Goldmonger
Age : 25
Height : 6'5"
Weight : 250
Species : 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)
Shop Discount : -25%
Balance : [bel] 117,500,000
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Posts : 214
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Mon May 30, 2022 9:08 pmDax put on a play worthy of a broad performance in more than one way, with the audience shocked and frozen at the mere sight of the blockbuster puppet, er, pirate. Having spent quite some time terrorizing the North Blue before just recently set off to paradise.
"I-I... I know him! He's that pirate captain that tore up Lvneel!" One man shouted. "The Lightning Imp!"
"Y-Yeah!" Another Echoed the fearful sentiment, "My brother-in-law was on vacation there when he got caught in that mess! He said he was merciless!"
"We gotta get outta here!" A third voice screamed out, prompting those remaining to scatter like roaches in the flashing light.
Lightning continued to dance in the sky, while the flames spread even amongst the heavy downpour. The heat reached a nearby fireworks cache, sending the entire supply screaming upwards before booming through the clouds. The show had come to a close, and with it, thunderous applause for the puppet master as he took a humble bow. "Thank you, thank you, I would like to thank me, myself, and I." Dax snickered, "Oh, and the imp for graciously lending me his name and likeness for today's production."
Turning back, he saw his partner in crime, now clearly his best friend scampering down an alleyway. "By all means, I'll follow you.~"
Catching up to the rat, Dax leaned in close, like, uncomfortably close. So close that every breath tickled the hairs on Richard's neck. The Goldmonger deeply inhaled through his nose, the suction would feel like the hairs were going to pull right out of the skin. His fingers danced along the doctor's shoulders, no doubt sending ominous chills down his spine. "So....~" He whispered heavily, his warm breath hitting the man's ear like soft waves of the seashore. "Where to next, palllllll...~?" His hands continued to creep lower and lower with every sensual word.
Word spread fast, faster than the flames that had engulfed the harbor. The Ogre having been not only robbed of a rare Log Pose, but being done so by such a fast-rising rookie, begging more questions than it gave answers. Leaving those gossiping about the appearance of Castor O. Nox on Spider Miles, his intervention caused a shockwave to the political landscape of the island. Keeping those in charge on the edge of their seats, wondering if any official war should be expected from Lvneel in the future.
An intervention that thankfully, overshadowed the two comparative nobodies that were the rat and the snake. The slippery pair managed to weasel their way to safety for the most part unscathed. Their cowardice proving once again, that self-preservation always leads to survival.
While neither was left with anything more than a few hundred beli for their troubles, they were both one true friend richer. A friend that would always be there, to stab them in the back when it mattered most.
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"I-I... I know him! He's that pirate captain that tore up Lvneel!" One man shouted. "The Lightning Imp!"
"Y-Yeah!" Another Echoed the fearful sentiment, "My brother-in-law was on vacation there when he got caught in that mess! He said he was merciless!"
"We gotta get outta here!" A third voice screamed out, prompting those remaining to scatter like roaches in the flashing light.
Lightning continued to dance in the sky, while the flames spread even amongst the heavy downpour. The heat reached a nearby fireworks cache, sending the entire supply screaming upwards before booming through the clouds. The show had come to a close, and with it, thunderous applause for the puppet master as he took a humble bow. "Thank you, thank you, I would like to thank me, myself, and I." Dax snickered, "Oh, and the imp for graciously lending me his name and likeness for today's production."
Turning back, he saw his partner in crime, now clearly his best friend scampering down an alleyway. "By all means, I'll follow you.~"
Catching up to the rat, Dax leaned in close, like, uncomfortably close. So close that every breath tickled the hairs on Richard's neck. The Goldmonger deeply inhaled through his nose, the suction would feel like the hairs were going to pull right out of the skin. His fingers danced along the doctor's shoulders, no doubt sending ominous chills down his spine. "So....~" He whispered heavily, his warm breath hitting the man's ear like soft waves of the seashore. "Where to next, palllllll...~?" His hands continued to creep lower and lower with every sensual word.
Word spread fast, faster than the flames that had engulfed the harbor. The Ogre having been not only robbed of a rare Log Pose, but being done so by such a fast-rising rookie, begging more questions than it gave answers. Leaving those gossiping about the appearance of Castor O. Nox on Spider Miles, his intervention caused a shockwave to the political landscape of the island. Keeping those in charge on the edge of their seats, wondering if any official war should be expected from Lvneel in the future.
An intervention that thankfully, overshadowed the two comparative nobodies that were the rat and the snake. The slippery pair managed to weasel their way to safety for the most part unscathed. Their cowardice proving once again, that self-preservation always leads to survival.
While neither was left with anything more than a few hundred beli for their troubles, they were both one true friend richer. A friend that would always be there, to stab them in the back when it mattered most.
483/7.762/5,000
Gray
[tracker=/t131-tracker-gray-starks#504]
Name : Gray
Epithet : "The Conqueror"; "Black Fist"
Age : 49
Height : 10'2" (310 cm)
Weight : 1043 lbs (473 kg)
Species : Cyborg Human
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Lurking Legend (Former Yonkou)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Destroyed)
Ship : Sangria's Vane (Destroyed)
Crew Role : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Bounty : [ber=r] 5,000,000,000
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Income Bonus : +0.20
Shop Discount : -30%
Balance : [bel] 25,000,000,000
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Posts : 3907
Re: [Episode] Stealing Candy from an Ogre
Thu Jun 09, 2022 8:54 amGRADING
Quality Score (Re)assessment: No
REWARDS
- Dax Morgan:
Difficulty Bonus: +50% (+2)
Quality Bonus: +200% (S)
Length Bonus: 1.55 (7,762 words)
Noob Bonus: +0%
EXP Multiplier: +0%
Income Multiplier: +40% (+20% from Dax; +20% from Maxwell)
EXP: +272 (1.55*50)*(1+0.5+2+0+0)
Berries: +95,208,750 (1.55*63*250k)*(1+0.5+2+0.4)
EXP redirected to @Volo Rosso. Volo gained 3 levels. Let me know in the help desk where you want the +60 stats.
Volo Old EXP: 1997
Volo Updated EXP: 2269
Old balance: 260,487,500
Updated balance: 355,696,250
- Richard Maxwell:
Difficulty Bonus: +50% (+2)
Quality Bonus: +225% (S+)
Length Bonus: 1.83 (9,141 words)
Noob Bonus: +0%
EXP Multiplier: +0%
Income Multiplier: +40% (+20% from Dax; +20% from Maxwell)
EXP: +344 (1.83*50)*(1+0.5+2.25+0+0)
Berries: +134,802,375 (1.83*71*250k)*(1+0.5+2.25+0.4)
EXP redirected to @Ryoichi Ayugai. Ryoichi gained 4 levels, let me know in the help desk where you want the +80 stats.
Ryoichi Old EXP: 4370
Ryoichi Updated EXP: 4714
Old balance: 144,530,000
Updated balance: 279,332,375
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