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

Tue Mar 02, 2021 6:41 am
Quest:
Quest Name: Black and White
Quest Category: Episode
Player Participants: Anne-Marie Leblanc (+0), Yumiko (+0)
Planned Location(s): Flevance
Planned Time Range: Feb 10, 1829

Summary: Corruption has taken root among the Marines stationed at the white country of Flevance. A band of smugglers have a high-ranking officer in their pocket, allowing them to run their business unchecked. However, the whole deal goes sideways when two nosy strangers accidentally stumble upon their dirty, little secret. "Teaming up" is a strong term for the begrudging alliance born out pure of necessity. First, the dysfunctional duo has to deal with the criminals trying to silence them. Dealing with each other can wait for a little longer...

White City, while most accurate for a nickname, didn’t quite do the country justice. Stepping onto the island was an experience akin to opening a storybook. From the earth, to grass and trees, even the buildings, everything wore white like it was a coat of fresh snow. But this pale beauty didn’t melt under the shining sun, nor fly away with the wind.

Even when the wind wished otherwise.

Not all appreciated the purity of the country’s color palette, you see. A certain Marine found it unnatural. Unfitting even. Ever since meeting the local nobility, she had been a little... disillusioned. Getting tricked by a bunch of bandits had further shaken her perception of the country. If only she could blow away all this whiteness and see the country’s true colors beneath it... Maybe then she wouldn’t feel so uneasy.

Dressed in the traditional garb of a distant land, the samurai stood out like a sore thumb next to the locals. A pair of sandals tapped softly against the hard cobblestone. With every step, her dark blue dress, a hakama for those in the known, nearly swept the ground. Long and large sleeves of an off-white kimono constantly trailed in a faint breeze that seemed to only follow her. A sword hanging from her waist proclaimed her profession.

If this country was from a fairy tale, then she felt like an actor from a kabuki play...

Stuck in the wrong genre.

Yumiko’s cold, piercing stare swept the street ahead of her. She walked with the calm, deliberate steps of a predator on prowl. People graciously gave way, perhaps wanting to avoid the icy glare. Whispers were traded between the most curious ones. Some bored soul was already spinning a tall tale about how she was on the hunt. In a way, the claim was correct.

The Commander was looking for something... An armorsmith to be exact. Ever since her shameful series of close calls on Mini Oni and here, she had been forced to reconsider her approach. While her meager savings could never buy proper samurai armor, she could at the very least try to find some affordable pieces. Perhaps even chainmail, fortune willing.

Unfortunately the search was going poorly. The busy street was like a rainbow river of people, constantly flowing at its own slow yet chaotic pace. All the buildings with their white brickwork were starting to look the same in her eyes. Every street corner hit her with an uncomfortable sense of disorientation, scrambling the mental map she struggled to paint inside her head.

In short, she was lost.

However, a ray of hope suddenly caught the wanderer’s eyes. A beacon of white and blue shined through the ever shifting mass of people. She would recognize the unmistakable colors of a marine uniform anywhere. They would surely know the way!

Without wasting a moment, the Commander hurried past the thick crowd. She came up to a couple of young men sucking on cigarettes. Their scruffy facial hair most certainly did not meet the guidelines... Silencing the hasty judgement, she clicked her heels together and saluted. “Hail and well met, honored brethren! I am Yumiko, a visitor to this sector, and I would be most grateful for a moment of thy time.” Expecting an equally polite welcome, she gave them ample time to answer.

Instead, the odd woman received a strange look. The two Marines glanced at each other, then back at her. Clearly reaching silent agreement, they dumped their cancer sticks and turned away. One even shooed her off with a dismissive wave of hand. “Ehhh fuggedaboutit.” Together they slipped into the crowd and soon vanished from sight. The thick, raspy comment left an awkward silence hanging in the air.

“...Eh?”


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Anne-Marie Leblanc
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Name : Anne-Marie Leblanc
Epithet : Ephemeral Blade
Age : 21
Height : 5'1"
Weight : 119 lbs.
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Silver Wing Pirates
Ship : The Sailing Swallow
Crew Role : Captain, Songstress, Archaeologist
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 135
Attack (ATK) : 45
Defense (DEF) : 45
Reflex (RX) : 75
Willpower (WP) : 70
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries Berries : 50,000
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[Episode] Black and White Empty Re: [Episode] Black and White

Tue Mar 02, 2021 10:53 am
In another part of town, one individual looked and felt far more at home than the poor samurai was. From her elegant white dress to her hat, complete with a parasol, she walked elegantly down the road. Even among the nobles, she stood out as a picture of grace and beauty, kind blue eyes scanning the horizon as she maintained a gentle countenance.

Though she could very easily be mistaken for a resident of the island, this was not the case. In fact, she was far away from home, in a land familiar, yet distinctly alien. Anne-Marie gazed upon the land and saw the vestiges of Dragara, and yet… it was not. There was an artificial feeling as if the noble were so absorbed in their spheres that they failed to notice the world around them and never took the time to think and contemplate. Their dialogues seemed empty, more for the sake of hearing their own voices than to grow and learn from the other. In Dragara, it was an important piece of culture that dialogue hold meaning and an opportunity to learn. It was why so many great minds came from there, and why it was such a great nation.

This place felt… hollow in comparison.

And one need only peel away the thin veneer of civility to find out the filth underneath. For a royal like her, seeing past the convenient and pretty lies of others was simple. As a pirate, she was also privy to things others might not have been. Her ability to subtly glean information from less than legal sources came in handy for all sorts of things, including finding out the dirty dealings criminals had with those who supposedly protected the populace.

Which was why she was here today. Anne-Marie had caught wind of dealings between criminals and marines, allowing them to smuggle goods and run protection rackets. It had taken some careful information-gathering, but she believed she had found a good trail. Some thugs meeting up with marine grunts, meant to rendezvous at a larger gathering to ensure the deal went smoothly and that no one was moving in too big a group.

When one was looking, it was a simple task to spot the sideways looks, eyes meeting, changes in movement. They thought they were being covert, but if one cared to pay attention, they were about as subtle as clacking heels on a marble floor in an empty room. Anne-Marie moved with the crowd, eyes subtly analysing them to see where they were going.

Once she spotted the alleyway, she made her move.



“Oy. Who the fock are ya?”

Another gruff voice called out from behind Yumiko. If she were to turn around, she would see a trio of men. Two thuggish-looking individuals and a more civilised-looking Marine, who bore a pinched expression at the thug’s comment.

“Something’s off. We’ve been compromised.” He said, frowning, “Let’s get out of here. We-”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

The sound of a blade being drawn signified the presence of another. Gone was Anne-Marie’s parasol, out of which came a blade of bloody red with the insignia of a rose, which she pointed at the men.

“Petty Officer Cassian?”

“How do you-?”

“You should be quieter, and antagonise fewer people at your local bar. It was remarkably easy to get information on you and your dealings with these criminals.” She stated matter-of-factly, “It seems what little power you have has gone straight to your head. You spoke as if you ran this operation, but you’re little more than a grunt.”

The comment served to bring out Cassian’s ire, as he gritted his teeth at her. However, he kept surreptitiously looking back at Yumiko, suddenly recognising the situation he was in. He was confident that he could take some cushy noble with a pointy stick, but the samurai was far stronger. How on earth did he end up in this situation?

“Your group has enabled criminals to smuggle items and run protection rackets, endangering lives and making the people live in fear. I’m here to stop you filth once and for all, with the help of this Marine.” She looked over to Yumiko, “Right?”

“You…!” The petty officer clenched his fists, but he seemed paralysed, unsure of what to do. The thugs, meanwhile, seemed almost dazed. It was as if they couldn’t comprehend being in such a horrifically disadvantageous situation, and merely looked to Cassian.


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Yumiko
Tracker

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

Wed Mar 03, 2021 11:16 am
Shock subsided slowly. Yumiko’s baffled stare tried to follow the men, but got stuck on the wall of people. She blinked. Once. Twice. Understanding local dialects had never been her strong suit, much to her silent shame, so she struggled to decipher the meaning of the curt gesture. Uh... Fu... Fuu...?

...Wait, what if it meant ‘follow me’?

The puzzled woman snapped out of her stunned state. Of course! It was her who was being rude here. Clearly the helpful men were trying to show her something. She shook the hesitation out of her head and hurried after them. Her gaze failed to find a trace of that particular white against the matching background, but...

A hunter was not easily shaken off a trail.

Yumiko’s sharp nose twitched. She sniffed the air tentatively. Her focus sharpened as she caught a whiff of a familiar scent... Cigarette smoke. Yes, she was sure of it. That very same stench drifted across the air like a ribbon dancing in the wind. Dropping to all fours, she snooped around intensely. ...And garnered several confused stares in the process. The trail was beckoning her towards an alley further ahead.

The alleyway was narrow. Cramped. The surrounding buildings smothered it in their shadow. Kept it out of sight. Years of dirt and dust had painted the white walls with a layer of grim filth. A couple of overflowing trash cans leaned lazily against the wall, mocking the purity of the white streets around them.

Yumiko entered the murky path with the blissful obliviousness usually reserved for tourists. She was sure her fellow Marines had gone through here. In her mind, this was simply a shortcut. Before she could follow the trail, however, a strange, gruff question stopped her. When she stood back up and turned, her gaze found an odd trio.

Two of them were burly, rough blokes, like someone had tried to sculpt a caricature out of bricks. At a glance, they could pass for dock workers with their overalls and beanies. In stark contrast, the third wore a Marine uniform draped cleanly over a lean, wiry frame. His profession and rank were clear to anyone savvy. The only matching accessory between the three was a surly expression.

“I am Yumiko-”

Before the swordswoman could properly introduce herself, however, another presence made itself known. Upon recognizing the graceful garb of a noblewoman, she immediately knelt down and bowed her head. It was only proper in the presence of a highborn.

Interrupting would have been rude, so Yumiko remained quiet. Then again, the sudden reveal did leave her rather speechless anyway. She visibly flinched at the accusations flung at her fellow soldier. 'Enabled criminals...' The two words swirled inside her head. Slowly her expression grew colder.

When the nameless noblewoman asked for the swordwoman’s help, the petty officer suddenly found himself trapped from front and back. “You...!” His goons were no help either, the big louts. In a moment of desperation, he did what all wretches did.

He lied.

“Hey!” He called out to the kneeling woman. “You’re not gonna take her side, right? We Marines gotta stand together. If you help me, I’ll give you te-erm, five percent of the cut.”

A grim shadow lingered over Yumiko’s features. Her voice came out pensive. Pondering. “A Marine...? That I am, ‘tis true.” Slowly she straightened her back. Her cold eyes gleamed in the faint light. “But before that, this one is a samurai.” A very important distinction, emphasised even by the subconscious shift in dialect. “‘Tis my duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I shall never aid a criminal.” There may have been some rich irony in the air, but she certainly didn’t realize it.

The samurai drew her blade and leveled it at the suspect with all the warmth of winter wind. “Petty Officer Cassian, thou stand accused of treason. How do thou plead?” Trusting to a fault, it didn’t even cross her mind to question the noblewoman’s brazen claims. Still, she was willing to give the accused a chance to defend himself. “Explain thyself.” She wanted to hear the reason why a fellow soldier would fall so low.

Sandwiched between the two women in the narrow alley, the three rats had nowhere to run. And a cornered rat tended to bite...


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