[Episode] A Caged Freak!
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Tracker
Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Level : 9
[[busospec]]
Hitpoints (HP) : 525
Attack (ATK) : 495
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 500
Level : 80
Experience Points : 8000
Bounty : 500,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Multiplier : +10%
Income Multiplier : +24%
Shop Discount : -20%
Berries : 374,584,688
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[Episode] A Caged Freak!
Mon Feb 01, 2021 6:28 pm
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[b]Quest Name:[/b] A Caged Freak!
[b]Quest Category:[/b] Episode
[b]Player Participants:[/b] Castor O. Nox (-4) , Porco (+1)
[b]Planned Location(s):[/b] Flevance
[b]Summary: [/b] A prisoner's carriage is on route towards the Amber Lead Kingdom's judicial house for a trial. The prisoner is accused of a heinous act of cannibalism, unbeknownst to Castor, he sees the prison transport and out of curiosity for the cages size and guard, decides to break in and take a look. What truly drew the man's attention to the cage was the fact that it was being escorted by a platoon of a dozen marines... For one prisoner, strange.
Who's That Cannibal?
February 1st, 1829
It’d been a few weeks since Castor had arrived in Flevance, greeted by no welcoming parties or alerted marines, who would’ve definitely had a problem with him docking in the White Stone Nation. Castor would stand outside Jazzy’s shop, in disguise, sweeping the shop’s front step, in preparation for the daily socialites.
On this particular day, something strange he’d never seen in Flevance before occurred.
Escorted in a black carriage, with no windows and sealed claps, four knights dressed in white metal suits, accompanying a platoon of what seemed to be a dozen marines. Strange.
Oftentimes, even though the marines did have a Branch on island, a base of operation more or less, they’d let the local authorities handle public matters, even small crimes such as theft. However, this seemed to be a lot more serious, and Castor’s curiosity was always in a constant need of attention. Ditching the broom, dressed in his thick green and grey tracksuit, thick spectacles and pumped up white sneakers, the Imp carried on a quiet tailing of the escort carriage.
Using his Radio-Telepathy, he’d zero into the murmurs of the grotesque glares from the on-looking citizens.
“I heard that the prison in question ate four dudes at the local pub alive.”
“A-Ate? How’s that even possible?”
“Monster. Flevance used to feel so safe. You’d think with what’s going on in Lvneel… and our mess with the King going missing, they’d increase security… Maybe it’s time to move.”
“Pirates have always plagued the North but… cannibalism? We’ve never seen anything like that as a nation.”
Suctioning similar exerts, Castor put together a case for what had transpired. Whatever or whoever were being transported inside the carriage, were wanted for the heinous crime of eating someone alive. A smile, without any prompt or joke as a precursor filled Castor’s face, his curiosity was piqued. Was a tribe of Neanderthals that’d stumble upon the priss and prime Flevance? Was it a noble and his friends that were eaten? What exactly did a cannibal look like? He’d only known of their existence from storybooks.
The Pirate Captain would have to see for himself. Examining gaps in the transport, Castor transformed into his element, and with immense stealth, slowly funneled himself with the transport prison. Sitting next to a daze marine, Castor with no hesitation extended a single finger towards the temple of the marines forehead. Sharp and precise, Castor electrocuted the man on his temple, covering his mouth with his free hand, to muffle his screams. Next, he’d search the transport for the prisoner, he’d search from left to right, eye level, but no one but the marine was present. Strange.
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Tracker
Name : Porco
Epithet : "Warhog", "Scourge of Greenbit", "Hell Pig", "The Terrible Tonttata", "Demon Dwarf", "Tiny Terror"
Age : 28
Height : 7 inches
Weight : 2 pounds
Species : Toronto Tribe
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : Wailing Calamity
Devil Fruit : Buta Buta no mi - Model Hell Pig
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 325
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 265
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4000 Berries : 50,000
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Tue Feb 02, 2021 7:25 pm
The tavern nestled into the center of the white city was like any other, it sat on a corner where the buzzing open sign would catch the eye of any passerby. Today in particular the bar was quite crowded, filling just about every seat in the joint and then some.
“This is nuts!” Paul the elder bartender shouted over the customers to his fellow employee, a young curvaceous female named Nat.
“I know! It’s never been this busy before!” She shouted back, scurrying passed the man with several overfilled mugs clattering together.
“It must be the fallout from the princess being kidnapped.” Filling several pints with the draft before turning back and slinging them down the line to several fresh faced marines who were waiting. Since the events at Las Camp and the resulting kidnapping of the princess, the navy had dispatched a high number of marine personnel the island to assist with keeping the peace and defending from any further attacks.
“Who would have thought, right? All those beasts attacking at once like that, pretty crazy if ya ask me!” The woman’s breasts boinged and bounced as she masterfully navigated the outlandish selection of spirits, carefully mixing the perfect concoction before pouring shots down the line without spilling a drop. “Shots going out!” She called to the waitress who rushed over, loading each one onto the tray before disappearing into the crowd of flesh and chaos.
Paul nodded in agreement as he viciously shook the mixer, “Yeah, from what the marines are saying, those flea ridden animals managed to escape by the skin of their teeth.” Clearly buying into the government’s propaganda.
Later
“Shew! Nice work Nat!” Paul smiled as he reached out for a fist bump that was quickly reciprocated by his female counterpart.
“Right, I didn’t think it was ever gonna end! Jijijijijiji!” She laughed, wiping down the bar in a rhythmic manner as she did so. “Now the rest of the day should be smooooooooth sailing!”
“Don’t jinx us now! Fafafafa. You got plans with that new guy you been seeing?” Paul responded.
“Yeaaaa…” She responded with a face redder than a firetruck.
“Going well I take it?”
“That’s none of your business!” Nat huffed, tossing the dish rag at the man’s face before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Paul laughing by himself behind the bar.
“Oi! Lemme get a fookin beer!” A voice called out.
“Yeah sure, pa-…..l? The words trailing off as Paul snapped around to nothing but an empty bar, “I coulda swore-..”
“Oi! Down here ya dumbfook!” Porco shouted, waving his teeny tiny fist in the air to catch the man’s attention as Paul glanced back forth before looking downwards.
“Yeah down here, moron!”
“Oh sorry, sir, what can I get ya?”
“Are you daft or just a plain idjit? I want a fookin beer!”
“Ah right, fafa… Coming right up.” Turning back the tap Paul couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath at the new customer. He had never seen someone so tiny, he had heard rumors of course of a strange tiny race in the New World and of course Devil Fruit users came in all shapes and sizes. Hurry up, Nat, you gotta see this little guy. Reaching for the glass, the bartender realized he had forgotten to ask the most important question when someone orders a beer, “By the way, short or tall?” An innocent smile to match the innocent question as he looked on at the punk rock dwarf.
“….” Porco remained silent momentarily as the aura around him changed, the shadows clinging heavy to his features like a calm before the storm. “DID YOU JUST CALL ME FOOKIN SHORT??!!! SHORT?!! WHO THE FOOCK DO YA THINK YA ARE???! MR. BIG FOOKIN BARTENEDER OVER HERE, MR. IM ON TOP OF THE FOOKIN WORLD, EHHHH?????” His normally ghost white face now a flushed red as the anger overwhelmed him, launching into a curse filled tirade. "YER LUCKY I DON'T FOOKIN KILL YA WHERE YA STAND!"
Paul stepped back in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the unwarranted response he was now faced with. “Oh, n-no sir… I wasn’t calling you short, you see, I was asking if you wanted a short or a tall glass.”
“DID YA JUST FOOKIN CALL ME SHORT AGAIN?!? THAT’S IT YOU FOOKIN WAGON BASTICH CUCK!” With his final word, Porco launched himself in the air and slammed his trusty knife Scalpcutter into the man’s forehead. Wedging about a half inch of the four inch blade into his skull.
“FUCK! AH SHIT” Paul shouted, attempting to dislodge the blade to no avail. “God damnit that fucking hurt, what the fuck is your problem man?!?”
“Holy shit!!! Paul!!” Nat screamed as she came flying out of the backroom to her assist her coworker. “What the hell is going on here?!”
“This crazy little fuck just stabbed me with a razor blade!!”
“What?!?! Why?!?”
“LITTLE FOOK EHH?!?!? THAT’S IT!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A deafening pig squeal shattered the glass and curdled the blood as the once tiny dwarf now stood fourteen foot tall with dark red skin and a horrid appearance. A hybrid beast straight out of hell, the monster pig towered over the pair, Porco’s stank heavy breathing quickly filling the room as they stood frozen in fear.
“What the hell is goi-…..” The kitchen manager shouted as he burst through the swinging doors before freezing at the sight of the hideous monster. “Wha…”
“REEEEEEEEEEE!” Porco shouted once more as he bit Paul’s head clean off, sounding like a piece of hard candy as the monster crush the bone with each munch. Before she could run, Porco grabbed Nat by her arm and ripped it off, devouring the lower part before discarding the rest and continuing to attack what he considered finger food. Dismembering her one limb at a time before consuming her torso and turning his attention to the kitchen staff. Much to their dismay, the backdoor of the establishment had long been due for service, something the Kitchen manager had continued to put off until this day, the day they had no way to escape the tavern aside from the front door. Starting with the procrastinator himself, the Demon Dwarf devoured each one of them, leaving behind a bloody trail of entrails.
“Who’s short now, ya fo-*Burp*-ok…” Porco mumbled as he picked the flesh from his teeth, using Paul’s finger as a toothpick.
After passing out, Porco was found sleeping amongst the corpses by a group of marines who had been alerted by earlier passerby’s, advising them that strange noises could be heard coming from the building. What the military men found though, that was a different story. Disgusted, they quickly deduced the blood covered dwarf as the culprit and managed to take him into custody without waking the beast.
“The fook?” Porco mumbled as he rubbed his eyes only to realize the darkness did not disappear. “The fook is this now?” Stumbling around in the darkness until he came upon the cold steel of the cage walls, using his hands to map out the shape of his container before realizing there was no escape. Just before blowing his top, the dwarf felt all the hair on his body stand on end like his mohawk always does. “Eh?” He mumbled before he observed a flash of light before him, reforming itself into the shape of a human.
“Oi!” Porco shouted, “Down here!”
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“This is nuts!” Paul the elder bartender shouted over the customers to his fellow employee, a young curvaceous female named Nat.
“I know! It’s never been this busy before!” She shouted back, scurrying passed the man with several overfilled mugs clattering together.
“It must be the fallout from the princess being kidnapped.” Filling several pints with the draft before turning back and slinging them down the line to several fresh faced marines who were waiting. Since the events at Las Camp and the resulting kidnapping of the princess, the navy had dispatched a high number of marine personnel the island to assist with keeping the peace and defending from any further attacks.
“Who would have thought, right? All those beasts attacking at once like that, pretty crazy if ya ask me!” The woman’s breasts boinged and bounced as she masterfully navigated the outlandish selection of spirits, carefully mixing the perfect concoction before pouring shots down the line without spilling a drop. “Shots going out!” She called to the waitress who rushed over, loading each one onto the tray before disappearing into the crowd of flesh and chaos.
Paul nodded in agreement as he viciously shook the mixer, “Yeah, from what the marines are saying, those flea ridden animals managed to escape by the skin of their teeth.” Clearly buying into the government’s propaganda.
Later
“Shew! Nice work Nat!” Paul smiled as he reached out for a fist bump that was quickly reciprocated by his female counterpart.
“Right, I didn’t think it was ever gonna end! Jijijijijiji!” She laughed, wiping down the bar in a rhythmic manner as she did so. “Now the rest of the day should be smooooooooth sailing!”
“Don’t jinx us now! Fafafafa. You got plans with that new guy you been seeing?” Paul responded.
“Yeaaaa…” She responded with a face redder than a firetruck.
“Going well I take it?”
“That’s none of your business!” Nat huffed, tossing the dish rag at the man’s face before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving Paul laughing by himself behind the bar.
“Oi! Lemme get a fookin beer!” A voice called out.
“Yeah sure, pa-…..l? The words trailing off as Paul snapped around to nothing but an empty bar, “I coulda swore-..”
“Oi! Down here ya dumbfook!” Porco shouted, waving his teeny tiny fist in the air to catch the man’s attention as Paul glanced back forth before looking downwards.
“Yeah down here, moron!”
“Oh sorry, sir, what can I get ya?”
“Are you daft or just a plain idjit? I want a fookin beer!”
“Ah right, fafa… Coming right up.” Turning back the tap Paul couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath at the new customer. He had never seen someone so tiny, he had heard rumors of course of a strange tiny race in the New World and of course Devil Fruit users came in all shapes and sizes. Hurry up, Nat, you gotta see this little guy. Reaching for the glass, the bartender realized he had forgotten to ask the most important question when someone orders a beer, “By the way, short or tall?” An innocent smile to match the innocent question as he looked on at the punk rock dwarf.
“….” Porco remained silent momentarily as the aura around him changed, the shadows clinging heavy to his features like a calm before the storm. “DID YOU JUST CALL ME FOOKIN SHORT??!!! SHORT?!! WHO THE FOOCK DO YA THINK YA ARE???! MR. BIG FOOKIN BARTENEDER OVER HERE, MR. IM ON TOP OF THE FOOKIN WORLD, EHHHH?????” His normally ghost white face now a flushed red as the anger overwhelmed him, launching into a curse filled tirade. "YER LUCKY I DON'T FOOKIN KILL YA WHERE YA STAND!"
Paul stepped back in surprise, clearly caught off guard by the unwarranted response he was now faced with. “Oh, n-no sir… I wasn’t calling you short, you see, I was asking if you wanted a short or a tall glass.”
“DID YA JUST FOOKIN CALL ME SHORT AGAIN?!? THAT’S IT YOU FOOKIN WAGON BASTICH CUCK!” With his final word, Porco launched himself in the air and slammed his trusty knife Scalpcutter into the man’s forehead. Wedging about a half inch of the four inch blade into his skull.
“FUCK! AH SHIT” Paul shouted, attempting to dislodge the blade to no avail. “God damnit that fucking hurt, what the fuck is your problem man?!?”
“Holy shit!!! Paul!!” Nat screamed as she came flying out of the backroom to her assist her coworker. “What the hell is going on here?!”
“This crazy little fuck just stabbed me with a razor blade!!”
“What?!?! Why?!?”
“LITTLE FOOK EHH?!?!? THAT’S IT!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A deafening pig squeal shattered the glass and curdled the blood as the once tiny dwarf now stood fourteen foot tall with dark red skin and a horrid appearance. A hybrid beast straight out of hell, the monster pig towered over the pair, Porco’s stank heavy breathing quickly filling the room as they stood frozen in fear.
“What the hell is goi-…..” The kitchen manager shouted as he burst through the swinging doors before freezing at the sight of the hideous monster. “Wha…”
“REEEEEEEEEEE!” Porco shouted once more as he bit Paul’s head clean off, sounding like a piece of hard candy as the monster crush the bone with each munch. Before she could run, Porco grabbed Nat by her arm and ripped it off, devouring the lower part before discarding the rest and continuing to attack what he considered finger food. Dismembering her one limb at a time before consuming her torso and turning his attention to the kitchen staff. Much to their dismay, the backdoor of the establishment had long been due for service, something the Kitchen manager had continued to put off until this day, the day they had no way to escape the tavern aside from the front door. Starting with the procrastinator himself, the Demon Dwarf devoured each one of them, leaving behind a bloody trail of entrails.
“Who’s short now, ya fo-*Burp*-ok…” Porco mumbled as he picked the flesh from his teeth, using Paul’s finger as a toothpick.
After passing out, Porco was found sleeping amongst the corpses by a group of marines who had been alerted by earlier passerby’s, advising them that strange noises could be heard coming from the building. What the military men found though, that was a different story. Disgusted, they quickly deduced the blood covered dwarf as the culprit and managed to take him into custody without waking the beast.
“The fook?” Porco mumbled as he rubbed his eyes only to realize the darkness did not disappear. “The fook is this now?” Stumbling around in the darkness until he came upon the cold steel of the cage walls, using his hands to map out the shape of his container before realizing there was no escape. Just before blowing his top, the dwarf felt all the hair on his body stand on end like his mohawk always does. “Eh?” He mumbled before he observed a flash of light before him, reforming itself into the shape of a human.
“Oi!” Porco shouted, “Down here!”
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Tracker
Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Level : 9
[[busospec]]
Hitpoints (HP) : 525
Attack (ATK) : 495
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 500
Level : 80
Experience Points : 8000
Bounty : 500,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Multiplier : +10%
Income Multiplier : +24%
Shop Discount : -20% Berries : 374,584,688
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Thu Feb 04, 2021 1:10 pm
Who's That Cannibal?
A small black cloth covered the dwarf’s head. His hands shackled, as he’d shake around, his first noise captured Castor’s attention. Looking down, as opposed to at eye level, the man would watch the straddled being shake around, after seemingly realizing his environment. Reaching into the cage, Castor would remove the cloth from the dwarf’s head, and stoop down at eye level to examine him closely.
“This is the murderer they were talking about…” Castor thought to himself.
“How’d a short pint like you end up in this large cage? The marines must be losing their edge.” Castor stated out loud, talking mostly to himself than the pipsqueak. The carriage’s advance abruptly stopped. Standing in the road of the procession, the families of the murdered stood with pitchforks and brooms in hand.
The marine in charge of the escort, a large muscular man by the name of Donnis, stepped forward to calm the crowd. “I understand your concerns but you have my word, that I, Donnis, The Virtue of Fortitude will make sure that this criminal is delivered to court. Tried. Punished. Murder is a serious offence. Besides.” Donnis declared, resting his hand on the shoulder of one the disgruntled rioters.
“If you saw the murder scene… None of you stand a chance against that monster.” Donnis explained, pushing through the crowd with a steady pace. They’re was a laziness about the man’s swagger, even the way he’d talk was slow but confident. Even beneath his Navy jacket, he was built like a machine, his body and mind were too of his most valued aspects.
The young woman’s loved ones wouldn’t heed the man’s warnings, and instead snuck around to the side of the carriage, and began heckling the knights to bring the culprit outside. “My daughter… she was only now turning twenty! Bring her killer out here!” the mother screamed.
With a sword at his waist, the young knight who’d known all of the men the escort, asked for a pardon. He was the lover who’d waited for hours for his woman’s arrival, only to receive the news of her demise. “I- I- won’t ask you to break your orders men. All I’m asking is for a few moments to see him face to face.” the young knight pleaded with the fellow men of his brotherhood.
Parting ways, the man reached to open the carriage escorts door.
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Tracker
Name : Porco
Epithet : "Warhog", "Scourge of Greenbit", "Hell Pig", "The Terrible Tonttata", "Demon Dwarf", "Tiny Terror"
Age : 28
Height : 7 inches
Weight : 2 pounds
Species : Toronto Tribe
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : Wailing Calamity
Devil Fruit : Buta Buta no mi - Model Hell Pig
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 325
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 265
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4000 Berries : 50,000
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Mon Feb 08, 2021 12:44 pm
Porco’s eyes squinted as the veil was lifted from his eyes, the light peering in from the carriages tiny window blinding him momentarily. Once adjusted, his pupils settled on the squatting giant before him, the towering man’s large eyes glaring back at the dwarf’s own. Though, before he could study the behemoth any further, the creature mistakenly mentioned a taboo right off the bat, sealing its own fate.
“S-short…..PINT?!?!” Porco shouted, easily snapping the tiny iron shackles around his wrists, “I AIN’T HAVING ANOTHER FOOKIN WAGON ASS, BATHROBE WEARING CUCK FOOK CALLIN ME SHORT TODAY!!! REE REEE REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The tiny droplets of spit flew fiercely from the dwarfs adorably angry tantrum. Until the gut wrenching pig squeal that is. Now towering over the lightning imp, the monstrous beast shot a mangled tooth smile before launching the man throw the back of the carriage, blasting open the doors and taking out the marine who so foolishly attempted to open them moments prior.
The surrounding crowd deafened as the hideous hell beast emerged from its prison, step by step as more of the monster came into view, the more they knew all hope was lost. Looking down upon Nat’s mother, who just a short time ago so badly wanted this confrontation, but now, as urine ran down her legs she could think of nothing more than how desperately she wanted to be anywhere but here.
“REEEEEEEEEE!!!” Porco squealed again, freezing even Donnis for a moment as the monster grabbed the woman and bit her head clean off, discarding her body before devouring another victim from the crowd. Prompting those still living to go into a fer fueled frenzy, pushing and shoving one another in a desperate attempt for survival.
“F-face m-me…. You beast!” The young knight from before shouted, his sword shaking like a leaf as sweat raced down his cheeks.
The hell pig slowly turned to the man, leaning in slowly, the stench of his breath filling the air the closer he got. His crooked teeth exposing the bits of flesh as he smiled, snorting as he sniffed the knights hair. “mmmmm” Porco grunted happily. Nothing like fear to season the meat, right?
“Step away. Filth.” Donnis shouted, hw own sword drawn with the courage he had found to move after watching the beast devour innocents. “I must say. I preferred. When you were smaller.”
Porco snapped his neck to the man, eyes white with rage. “Reee… Reee…. REEEEEE C’MERE YOU BASTICH SHOOG WAD FOOK!” Squealing with anger, Porco grabbed the knight in front of him by the leg and charged forward at Donnis. “REEEEE!!!!” Using the knight as a weapon, Porco bludgeoned the virtue bloody. Quite literally in fact as his ‘weapon’ was leaking more and more with every swing. “NOW WHO’S SMALL, YA FOOK?!” Porco laughed mockingly as nothing but Donnis’s head remained above ground, burying him with pure force. Taking what remained of his ‘weapon’, Porco tore the knight in half and drained the blood into his mouth below, squeezing out the juices like a fruit. “Now then.” He mumbled, turning back to the direction that Castor had been knocked in earlier.r
“S-short…..PINT?!?!” Porco shouted, easily snapping the tiny iron shackles around his wrists, “I AIN’T HAVING ANOTHER FOOKIN WAGON ASS, BATHROBE WEARING CUCK FOOK CALLIN ME SHORT TODAY!!! REE REEE REEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The tiny droplets of spit flew fiercely from the dwarfs adorably angry tantrum. Until the gut wrenching pig squeal that is. Now towering over the lightning imp, the monstrous beast shot a mangled tooth smile before launching the man throw the back of the carriage, blasting open the doors and taking out the marine who so foolishly attempted to open them moments prior.
The surrounding crowd deafened as the hideous hell beast emerged from its prison, step by step as more of the monster came into view, the more they knew all hope was lost. Looking down upon Nat’s mother, who just a short time ago so badly wanted this confrontation, but now, as urine ran down her legs she could think of nothing more than how desperately she wanted to be anywhere but here.
“REEEEEEEEEE!!!” Porco squealed again, freezing even Donnis for a moment as the monster grabbed the woman and bit her head clean off, discarding her body before devouring another victim from the crowd. Prompting those still living to go into a fer fueled frenzy, pushing and shoving one another in a desperate attempt for survival.
“F-face m-me…. You beast!” The young knight from before shouted, his sword shaking like a leaf as sweat raced down his cheeks.
The hell pig slowly turned to the man, leaning in slowly, the stench of his breath filling the air the closer he got. His crooked teeth exposing the bits of flesh as he smiled, snorting as he sniffed the knights hair. “mmmmm” Porco grunted happily. Nothing like fear to season the meat, right?
“Step away. Filth.” Donnis shouted, hw own sword drawn with the courage he had found to move after watching the beast devour innocents. “I must say. I preferred. When you were smaller.”
Porco snapped his neck to the man, eyes white with rage. “Reee… Reee…. REEEEEE C’MERE YOU BASTICH SHOOG WAD FOOK!” Squealing with anger, Porco grabbed the knight in front of him by the leg and charged forward at Donnis. “REEEEE!!!!” Using the knight as a weapon, Porco bludgeoned the virtue bloody. Quite literally in fact as his ‘weapon’ was leaking more and more with every swing. “NOW WHO’S SMALL, YA FOOK?!” Porco laughed mockingly as nothing but Donnis’s head remained above ground, burying him with pure force. Taking what remained of his ‘weapon’, Porco tore the knight in half and drained the blood into his mouth below, squeezing out the juices like a fruit. “Now then.” He mumbled, turning back to the direction that Castor had been knocked in earlier.r
Tracker
Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Level : 9
[[busospec]]
Hitpoints (HP) : 525
Attack (ATK) : 495
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 500
Level : 80
Experience Points : 8000
Bounty : 500,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Multiplier : +10%
Income Multiplier : +24%
Shop Discount : -20% Berries : 374,584,688
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Posts : 614
Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Tue Feb 09, 2021 3:56 am
Who's That Cannibal?
Taken off guard from the dwarf’s sudden transformation, Castor was sent flying into the surrounding crowd that was watching the prison transport's procession. Using the mass of humans as cushions for his landing, what dust that had managed to find it’s way on the man’s jumpsuit was dusted off by the comfortably seated pirate captain. His spectacles, however, were broken from the attack. Tasting the blood from his busted open lip, the curiosity of the pirate was now turning into anger. Not at the attack but at the fact the shrimp had ruined his favorite pair of glasses, which added to his overall merchant look. (At least in Castor’s mind.)
Scenes out of a horror flick proceeded next as Porco rampaged through the knights and marines who’d been guarding the transport, harming bystanders in the melee, leaving the crowds to scatter in fear, creating absolute chaos on the Flevance street. The young knight, the woman, and the marine were among the list of his many casualties, and finally he’d turn his attention to Castor.
Paku Paku Paku Paku
Castor’s laugh haunted the surrounding area as he’d begin to strip away his disguise.
“I really like those glasses… Porky. I’m going to give you a few moments to apologize.” Castor declared, revealing his white and black spiky hair, ditching the sweat suit to reveal his purple and black kimono. Peering up at the twelve foot monstrosity, the onlookers who’d created quite the distance yelled for the male to escape. The difference in their sizes made it look like Castor was about to fall victim to the pigs onslaught, however, as the rage piled up in the Nox Pirate Captain gut, the pigs next words would determine how much longer he’d be awake to spew his pungent breath.
Climbing from out of the ground, cracking his neck, the Virtue, Donnis examined the scene before him.
“Pirate Captain…. Castor O. Nox. It seems that you’ve aligned yourself with a nasty monster this time. Though, the remainder of your crew is known for its murderous ways.”
“Eh. Woah Woah… I’m the victim here. This half pint attacked me out of nowhere. I’m not taking the blame for this one.” Castor responded, sticking out his tongue pouting. “It has nothing to do with me.” Castor concluded, nodding head in approval at his own deduction.
“I’ll arrest you both. I admit… I was quite shocked seeing this grotesque form before… However, in the end. It’ll be the death of me, if I let two of you walk away after causing such disruption.” Donnis declared, bending his knees as he’d extend his hands outwards to assume an attacking stance.
Sighing, “Both of you need to calm down.” Castor declared, raising his voice slightly, flooding the area with his Haoshoku Haki. The future emperor imposed his will on those within vicinity of the aura's might, rendering Donnis, and eventually the pig monster, and any civilian onlookers unconscious.
“As if it’d fight in an open street… I’m on vacation in Flevance. Please fall in line.” Castor shouted, scratching his head in frustration as to how to proceed cleaning this little twerp’s mess up.
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Tracker
Name : Porco
Epithet : "Warhog", "Scourge of Greenbit", "Hell Pig", "The Terrible Tonttata", "Demon Dwarf", "Tiny Terror"
Age : 28
Height : 7 inches
Weight : 2 pounds
Species : Toronto Tribe
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : Wailing Calamity
Devil Fruit : Buta Buta no mi - Model Hell Pig
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 325
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 265
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4000 Berries : 50,000
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Wed Mar 24, 2021 12:53 pm
The hellish pig man watched as the tiny pirate captain dusted himself off as he rose up from the rubble. “Apologize?!” Porco shouted angrily, “Fookin Apologize?!?! You are the cuck ass fook who thinks he can go around talkin bout others size. And I need to apologize?!” Beating on his chest angrily as he glared down Castor.
Watching as Castor’s attire changed, Porco grabbed a frozen young child with tears streaming down her from her eyes, bound by fear as her parents had been trampled by the run away crowd. Left to fend for herself in the face of such a vile monster. “Am I supposed to be fookin scared of little bastich in a fookin bathrobe?! Butatatatata!” His roaring laughter echoed in the streets as the child’s urine ran down his hand before devouring her whole like finger food at a party. The bones crunching with each passing second as blood dripped from the beasts mouth.
“NO-!!” Donnie shouted from behind as he removed himself from the ground, “Y-You animal!” Clenching his teeth as he gripped his sword tighter before directing his attention to Nox.
Porco snickered to himself as the pair exchanged words, leaving him as the third wheel in the situation. That is, until Donnis spoke of arresting. “Butatatata!” Porco bursted out into laughter. “Arrest me?! Our ya daft you fook. Butatatata!! Do you know who the fook I am?!! I am the fookin Scourge of Greenbit, the Terrible fookin Tontatta, you ain’t fookin takin me in, mate. The demon dwarf don’t go nowhere he don’t want, right?? The main man does what he wants, when he fookin wants! IM THE MOTHER FOOKIN WAR..H...OOO.....GG... Y...A D.....i...ggggg.....~!?” His words couple with his arrogant demeanor truly showed the nature of the hellpig. He was sin incarnate and this world was his feeding trough. But in the face of Castor’s kingly presence, he was nothing. Collapsing to the ground, Porco reverted to his pocket sized form, unconscious as he laced sprawled out on the ground.
WC: 335
Watching as Castor’s attire changed, Porco grabbed a frozen young child with tears streaming down her from her eyes, bound by fear as her parents had been trampled by the run away crowd. Left to fend for herself in the face of such a vile monster. “Am I supposed to be fookin scared of little bastich in a fookin bathrobe?! Butatatatata!” His roaring laughter echoed in the streets as the child’s urine ran down his hand before devouring her whole like finger food at a party. The bones crunching with each passing second as blood dripped from the beasts mouth.
“NO-!!” Donnie shouted from behind as he removed himself from the ground, “Y-You animal!” Clenching his teeth as he gripped his sword tighter before directing his attention to Nox.
Porco snickered to himself as the pair exchanged words, leaving him as the third wheel in the situation. That is, until Donnis spoke of arresting. “Butatatata!” Porco bursted out into laughter. “Arrest me?! Our ya daft you fook. Butatatata!! Do you know who the fook I am?!! I am the fookin Scourge of Greenbit, the Terrible fookin Tontatta, you ain’t fookin takin me in, mate. The demon dwarf don’t go nowhere he don’t want, right?? The main man does what he wants, when he fookin wants! IM THE MOTHER FOOKIN WAR..H...OOO.....GG... Y...A D.....i...ggggg.....~!?” His words couple with his arrogant demeanor truly showed the nature of the hellpig. He was sin incarnate and this world was his feeding trough. But in the face of Castor’s kingly presence, he was nothing. Collapsing to the ground, Porco reverted to his pocket sized form, unconscious as he laced sprawled out on the ground.
WC: 335
Tracker
Name : Castor O. Nox
Epithet : Sanpaku | The Azure Pheasant | Duke Of Lvneel
Age : 25
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 175lbs
Species : Three-Eye Tribesman
Faction : Pirate
World Position : Blockbuster
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : The Wailing Calamity
Crew Role : Captain | Navigator | Book Collector
Devil Fruit : Goro Goro no Mi
Haki Level : 9
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Hitpoints (HP) : 525
Attack (ATK) : 495
Defense (DEF) : 450
Reflex (RX) : 560
Willpower (WP) : 500
Level : 80
Experience Points : 8000
Bounty : 500,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Multiplier : +10%
Income Multiplier : +24%
Shop Discount : -20% Berries : 374,584,688
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Wed Mar 31, 2021 3:10 pm
Who's That Cannibal?
Snatching up the tiny tot from the floor, the logia jolted into an adjacent alleyway in one motion. Avoiding the public eye was a fun game for Castor who’d read over the North Blue, his eyes set on Paradise. Still, the Pirate Captain saw potential in the brute, even Castor had reformed his ways as of late, though he wouldn’t hold those around him to the same expectations.
Scanning the area with his electro radio, he’d search for houses with no signs of life available, even a small diner or eatery would suffice. Finding a destination, Castor would reappear in his physical state in the small mom and pop shop, which sold local cuisine to sailor’s who’d come in from the port. Mostly seafood based dishes, those of which were fashioned into either a chowder or a porridge of sorts.
Tossing Porco onto the table, the captain shed his disguise, signaling to the elderly shopkeeper for a pitcher of water, and two glasses.
“I’m going to need a straw as well Ba-San.” Castor affectionately called the stranger. Eventually, Porco would come to his senses, with a little help from the electrical jolt Castor funneled along the wood tabletop, akin to static feedback from rubbing against a carpet long enough.
“I’ll have a seafood deep dive.” The Captain commanded, peaking at the menu’s contents. Turning his attention towards the Tonatta, “I’m not sure what he’s having… Though I’m not sure he has any room for food after canalizing those knights.” Castor declared in a snarky manner.
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Tracker
Name : Porco
Epithet : "Warhog", "Scourge of Greenbit", "Hell Pig", "The Terrible Tonttata", "Demon Dwarf", "Tiny Terror"
Age : 28
Height : 7 inches
Weight : 2 pounds
Species : Toronto Tribe
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Nox Pirates
Ship : Wailing Calamity
Devil Fruit : Buta Buta no mi - Model Hell Pig
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 325
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 265
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4000 Berries : 50,000
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Re: [Episode] A Caged Freak!
Mon Apr 26, 2021 12:35 pm
Sprawled out on the wooden table, Porco snapped back to his senses. Shooting up from his prone position wide eyed and confused, “AH SHIT FOOK!?!” His head rapidly twisting and turning as he gathered in his new surroundings, breathing heavily as he patted himself down. “The fook was that shit?!?”
His eyes now met with Castor’s, “Who the foo....Wait a minute, you’re that fookin bathrobe wearing bastich from before... Yeah...” The little warpig’s eyes thinning in suspicion as he looked the pirate up and down before focusing on the glass of water set before him. “Eh..? The fook is this...?” Scoffing at the clear liquid before shouting to the elderly keep, “Ale, ya got any..?”
“Why aren’t you just the cutest little thing, aren’tcha?” The elderly woman sent as she leaned in closer to the Demon Dwarf.
“Do. You. Have. Any. Fookin. Ale....?”
“Ohh boy...” She scoffed, shooting Castor a judge mental glare, “Now where did you learn such naughty language young man, the only thing you need is some soap to wash that filthy mouth out!” Waving her finger in Porco’s face threateningly.
“Oh, we got ourselves a fookin comedian eh..? Real fookin funny granny. Hahaha. Now that every bodies had themselves a good fookin laugh, how about we get me a pint before you ain’t got no finger to wag, eh?”
“Why I never... Someone needs a time ou-...!? What..?!? AHHHH!!” Wagging her finger once more, Porco made good on his threat and bit her finger clean off.
“Told ya...*Munch*.....Don’t fookin wag your finger in me face, ya?” Snickering as the woman curled up on the ground screaming, clutching at her hand in an effort to stop the bleeding as best she could. “Now, now, stop yer squealing. It ain’t that bad. But uhhh, hows about that pint, ya..?” Waving the woman off, directing her to the tap behind the counter.
“Y-...yes.... R-right away... sir...”
Coming back with the beer, she placed it on the table along with a basket of bread and crackers. “Aye, thanks mum, real sweet like of ya.” Porco winked and embraced the mug, titling it back as it was several inches larger than himself, he began to guzzle the liquid down from it. “Ahhhh. Now that’s the stuff I tell ya. Oh! Bread, I fookin love bread, eh, how about you Bathrobe? You a bread guy? Me personally, I’ma sesame seed roll fella, adds that little extra oomf to it if ya know what I mean.”
WC: 412
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