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[World Event] A Fool's Errand

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Adonis
Subarashi
John Ironsides
Karl Friedrich
Moreau
Volo Rosso
Skarlet
Stone Okirama
Amadeus Rhodes
Sabian McQueen
Yumiko
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Jeremy Filth
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Name : Jeremy Filth / Bill Holiday
Epithet : Hotshot
Age : 19
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 220lbs
Species : Human
Faction : Cipher Pol / Pirate (Under Cover)
World Position : CP9 Agent
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Amelia
Crew Role : Gunner
Haki Level : 1
Hitpoints (HP) : 170
Attack (ATK) : 160
Defense (DEF) : 150
Reflex (RX) : 160
Willpower (WP) : 140
Level : 18
Experience Points : 1860
Bounty : 2,500,000 (Bill Holiday)
Quality Score : A
Income Bonus : +0.10
Berries Berries : 18,839,500
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Fri Aug 05, 2022 7:01 pm
“Well I'm here and I'm still alive. Step one complete.” thought Bill as he slowly and painfully got back to his feet.

The gunslinger stumbled out into the open air. As he forced himself out of Emilia's tiny cockpit he lost his balance and flopped out onto her deck like a lazy lover. Being banged around inside her during the crash had taken a lot out of him. His head felt light and his knees felt weak.

“Hey! Volo! Ya really need to recruit a doctor!” he shouted as he pulled himself up by Emilia's railing.

The response he got was a resounding silence. Worriedly Bill looked around for his captain.

“Volo!?” he shouted “Hey Volo! You still alive!?”

Bill turned his head towards the sound of a splash and a sudden sense of panic washed over him. He saw the remnants of a once thick cloud of cigar-like smoke dissipating over the ocean and noticed that large bubbles were forming on the water's wavy surface.

“Oh no! Volo!” shouted Bill as he quickly discarded his clothes until he was wearing nothing but his mask and undies.

Frantically, he dashed across the ship's deck and dove into the deep blue sea. Down he swam. Deeper and deeper until he spied Volo whereupon he practically sighed with relief. He was suddenly thankful for those rescue swimming drills he had been forced to do as a non-powered person back in basic training. Without a moment to spare he quickly grabbed the drowning devil fruit user and drug him back up to the shore.

“Volo! Wake up Volo!” Bill shouted as he tried to wake his captain up to no avail. Volo remained motionless on that rocky shore no matter how loudly Bill shouted.

“Fuck!” cursed Bill. After everything that had happened the last couple of months. The fights. The adventures. The near death experiences. After all of that, he was going to fail his mission because the dumb-ass devil-fruit user had decided to take a dip.

Bill pressed his hands against Volo's chest and began doing compressions just as he had been taught. Volo coughed and gasped a little bit but didn't wake up. His eyes remained glossy and his face a sickly shade of blue.

“This is bad!”

Bill looked around for a second, hoping, praying, for anybody that could help but, of course, there was no one to be found. Even Karl was nowhere in sight. He was going to have to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation he realized. Bill grimaced at the thought but steeled himself to do it.

There was no other option.

He quickly unfastened his mask and tossed it to the side. Then he did the single most difficult thing he had ever had to do for a mission. He pressed his lips against Volo's.




Word count: 467
Total word count: 1587
Group: Karl, Volo


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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 : Petty Officer
Crew Role : First Mate
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Haki Level : 4
Hitpoints (HP) : 225
Attack (ATK) : 330
Defense (DEF) : 150
Reflex (RX) : 280
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 38
Experience Points : 3840
Quality Score : S
Income Bonus : +13%
Berries Berries : 42,666,800
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Sat Aug 06, 2022 1:11 am
Sadly, there wasn’t much time for introductions. While the swordswoman was vaguely aware of her allies, it was the first time she heard their names. They were carved into her mind, slashed upon an imaginary slate to be remembered. “Yumiko.” She offered curtly in return. Just Yumiko. A failure was not worthy of any titles.

Despite the best efforts, the group arrived at the meeting late. There was no such thing as ‘a little late’, much less ‘fashionably late’. Nay, they were late and had thus failed their first task. Every pair of eyes felt like a cold blade piercing through the samurai’s soul. Her shoulders slumped beneath the unbearable weight of shame.

This was all her fault...

She had to compensate her allies for this blunder somehow...

Not all was doom and gloom, though. As the briefing commenced, the marine soon found a familiar figure. Her widening eyes gained an odd glimmer, almost reminiscent of tiny stars. A faint smile warmed her usually icy features. Her restless fingers fidgeted with her blade, as if unsure how to properly hold it.

As for the figure who had gotten the samurai’s attention... Why, it was none other than Rear Admiral Nottingham, a fabled warrior and a master of ittoryu! ‘Twas a great honor to be graced by his noble presence. Oh, if only she could cross blades with him on a vast, grassy plain under the silver moon...

The starstruck soldier clung to her superior’s every word. She repeated some of them soundlessly beneath her breath. Justice will prevail, indeed. Utterly lost in the moment, she missed all the other faces around her.

When Chief Fowl mentioned ‘recognizable faces and ability users’, however, Yumiko visibly winced. It felt like a flying slash directed solely at her. And he was absolutely right to do so. She had already blown her cover once... Clutching her sword tightly for safety, she silently swore a solemn vow. She would not wield her powers until permitted...

Even if it were to kill her.

---

Since departing from the briefing, Yumiko had remained deathly silent. Tempered by newly reignited resolve, she had regained her frigid focus. She refused to let the stench of crime and debauchery sway her any longer. Nay, she simply marched closely behind her new captain. ...Exactly three steps behind, to be precise. With her disguise and their height difference, she resembled a tail trailing in the huge man’s wake.

Only when the group abruptly stopped, the swordswoman peered cautiously from behind the mighty man. Her sharp ears twitched at the suspicious conversation. ...Not that one needed exceptional hearing to spy on the loudmouths.

While Sir Moreau... er... engaged the suspects, Yumiko withdrew back into Captain Okirama’s shadow. She was no good with deception. The mere idea made her stomach twist. A silent worry reared its head, as she cast an odd look at the gentleman. His words felt unnervingly genuine...

However, a hunter should blend into their environment, the weasel understood as much... So blend in she would, unseen and unheard. She merely took in their exchange, scrutinizing it carefully. La Crima’s docks... Would be the true hunting grounds.

---

Thankfully, the ferry ride to La Crima proved uneventful. The disguised samurai, for her part, stood insistently at the bow of the ferry. Her keen gaze was focused on the distant port. Beneath that cold gaze, she was slowly honing her focus, scraping a sharpening stone along the blade of her mind. Again, and again, and again.

The Port of La Crima was, somehow, even worse than the Port of Teardrop... Yumiko shuddered at the sheer air of debauchery that clouded the scenery of grimy warehouses. Cold stone, musty wood and freshly spilled blood... The air was thick with it.

It took serious willpower to not do anything... drastic. Along the way, the keen marine swore she saw some poor soul have their money purse snatched, along with their... underwear...? No, she must’ve seen that wrong. No place on earth could be that rotten, right?

As the group reached the heart of the docks, the hunter started acting a little... strange. She crouched down onto all fours, sniffing the salty air feverishly. Her sharp nose trailed close to the dirty path, seeking suspicious scents. Likewise, her sensitive ears twitched at every sound, trying to pick them apart.

One exchange in particular caught her attention...

The samurai followed the trail of distant words, peering cautiously around a corner. Two targets were engaged in a conversation she immediately labeled as suspicious. She couldn’t quite catch all the words however... Not from here. She had to get closer, closer... Her eyes trailed along the scenery, until stopping on the brick wall next to her.

Suddenly, Yumiko spun around. Stepping in front of Stone, she looked up at him and carefully caressed his thick arm. “Captain Okirama, please pardon mine shameful touch, but...” She hesitated briefly, leaving the peculiar whisper to linger uncomfortably. “Would thou mind granting this one the boost?” The questionable tension popped with all the gusto of a soap bubble.

With a weasel’s agility, the lithe woman suddenly scampered up the towering man’s figure in mere three steps. Knee, hip, shoulder. Crouching on his shoulder briefly, coiling like a spring, she suddenly launched herself up onto the rooftop of a nearby warehouse.

Remaining on all fours, Yumiko crawled silently across the roof, akin to a predator stalking its prey. Her keen gaze zeroed in on a rather blocky target. Creeping closer, ever closer, she listened to the exchange carefully. Wait, explosives...? Factories? Rebels?! This needed to be reported immediately!

With a hunter’s quickness, the samurai skittered across the roof. She jumped back down to join her comrades. “Captain.” It was hard to keep her voice hushed with the new information burning hot in her mind. “Explosives, rebels, factories in Carbunkle...” She rattled off rapidly, gesturing at the arguing dock workers.

Even as the Captain went to report the findings, Yumiko would insistently chime in with her take on the situation. Sadly, her version came out a little... broken. In bits and pieces. Even the snail looked twitchy, trying to keep up with her voice and icy expression. It would take some finesse to piece the story together into something presentable.

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Words: 1045
Total: 2822
Group: Hunting Party
Approximate time frame: Between 8:00 A.M. and 10:20 A.M.

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Stone Okirama
Tracker

Name : Stone Okirama
Epithet : Kodiak
Age : 19
Height : 10'8
Weight : ???
Species : Human-Giant Hybrid
Faction : Marines
Crew : The Hunting Party
Marine Rank : Captain
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kuma Kuma no Mi, Model: Kodiak Bear
Haki Level : 1
Hitpoints (HP) : 158
Attack (ATK) : 130
Defense (DEF) : 160
Reflex (RX) : 105
Willpower (WP) : 115
Level : 12
Experience Points : 1263
Quality Score : A
Berries Berries : 25,550,000
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Sat Aug 06, 2022 10:13 am
Port Teardrop | Dexter Eyeland | Jolly Keys

As one of the few Captains under Rear Admiral Nottingham's command for this mission, Stone had met with both the Rear Admiral himself as well as Chief Fowl prior to sailing to the Jolly Keys. This made his group's interruption of the debriefing all that more embarrassing. The Captain's only consolation was that there was still the rest of the day to redeem himself.

His team would not fail again.

That is what the Captain would like to say to himself. Unfortunately, the combination of Chief Fowl's orders and the involvement of Shichibukai left a bad taste in the brown bear’s mouth. How was he to protect himself or his men from monsters like that without his trump card?  

The walk back to the docks was much more uneventful than the first time through Port Teardrop. Stone once again saw the same crimes, only with different people committing them. And to think Port Teardrop was one of the more tame settlements in the Jolly Keys. Once Stone and his men were in the vicinity of their ferry, a pair of kind, honest, and hard-working fellows approached the group, Moreau in particular.

Stone’s second-in-command wasted no time in making friends. When the Ensign checked for Stone’s approval the Captain would only shrug as an okay. If the locals could so easily be played for the fools they are, why should Stone pity them at all? Too many people forget that the fine folks on the bottom of the totem pole have ears as well, surely some of the dock workers in both Port Teardrop and La Crima know more than they let on.

Stone felt the cold gaze of a stranger while Moreau made fast friends. Looking through the heavy traffic of the docks, Stone eventually found the culprit. An older-looking man made his disapproval of the disguised marines no secret. In response the Captain glared right back at the senior, daring him to try something.

The undercover marines had a nice, calm reprieve from their duties while on the ferry to La Crima. Once on the boat, Stone ordered everyone to at least try and separate for the time being. But even once the ferry set course to La Crima, Stone was still unable to escape hearing the conversation between Moreau and his new pal.

Moving himself farther away, Stone leaned against the boat's railing. Though, with Stones' size, it was more akin to sitting on the edge of the vessel. A dangerous gamble for someone who could not swim, but a risk taken nonetheless. When the trip neared its end, Stone once again began to feel eyes on him once again. The marine looked high and low but found himself unable to locate his secret admirer the culprit.

La Crima | Dexter Eyeland | Jolly Keys

As his team got off the ferry one by one Stone did a quick head count, and set off to La Crima’s shipyard. The Captain only heard bits and pieces of Moreau’s seemingly endless conversation with the dock worker, but he was thoroughly impressed by the Ensign’s mental stamina. Stone avoided talking to criminals and civilians alike. And when he did, it was usually an interrogation instead of a friendly chat.

Eventually, the giant of a man would feel a sudden touch on his arm, nearly causing the poor soul to jump out of his skin. Luckily, the young captain composed himself right away, if he wasn’t so locked in for the current mission he might have even screamed in terror.

Straining his neck to look down, Stone saw Yumiko. The Captain listened to the swordswoman’s swordsman's strange request. “Boost? I don’t quite understand what yo-”

It seemed that the marine’s answer did not matter all too much. With a quick couple of steps, Yumiko scaled the large man, kicking off his shoulder at the end of her climb. Stone watched in a mix of awe and confusion at what had just happened. The Captain didn’t have too much time to think, however. As soon as she left Yumiko came back with troubling news. Upon the mention of explosives Stone immediately fished out his Transponder Snail. Motioning towards one of the soldiers near him, Stone gave his orders before the Rear Admiral would answer. “Tell Moreau to keep that fool away from us. We can’t afford to lose our cover now.”

“Kaccha”

Stone looked around, ensuring that no one was close enough to gauge what was going to be said. Once a couple of seconds of silence had passed Stone spoke. “Sir, This is Captain Okirama…. The dock workers are talking… about explosives in Carbuncle. We think the…  rebels are being supplied… out of one of the factories there.”

Repeatedly cut off by the swordswoman swordsman, It was a mystery of how long the Captain’s patience would stand strong. Stone already lost his temper once today, but his pride required him to keep up his appearance as a respectful, mild-mannered man.

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Volo Rosso
Tracker

Name : Volo Rosso Airheart
Epithet : Red Wing Volo
Age : 19
Height : 6'0’’
Weight : 190
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Emilia
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Moku Moku no mi
Haki Level : 3
Hitpoints (HP) : 200
Attack (ATK) : 150
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 185
Willpower (WP) : 200
Level : 22
Experience Points : 2269
Bounty : 16,700,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Berries Berries : 54,378,125
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Sat Aug 06, 2022 11:40 am
Susu struggled to drag his friend to the surface. Time was running out for the both of them. His feet kicked and kicked, his tail twirling faster than a propeller, and yet they continued to sink deeper into the sea.

Suddenly, a weight was lifted, and the pair began to ascend upwards. The squirrel's hard-fought effort finally paid off.

With his eyes closed, Susu felt an otherworldy power fill his body, it was working. He was doing. Finally able to repay Volo for what he had done to save him when they first met.

The rodent gasped for air as they breached the surface, smiling as he turned to Volo and opened his eyes.

Hate welled inside of the flying squirrel. A rage that no amount of love could quell as his eyes locked onto the vile creature that was Bill Holiday. Chittering in anger he watched as the cowpoke drug Volo to dry land and began chest compressions.

Susu's heart broke as he watched Bill trying to save their captain, something the squirrel should be thankful for. Something that deep down knew he was wrong to feel anything else.

But, he couldn't shake the hate he had for the man, the burning fire inside of the rodent could not be doused. The darkness that was vengeance knew no bounds and his heart was nothing more than an abyss of loathing anger and hatred.

Swimming to shore, Susu scrambled to Volo's side, putting his revenge on hold as he prayed for Bill to save the smoke boy.

"Mghhmm....mmrrmm..mmmrmmm..." Volo mumbled into Bill's mouth as their lips sealed together. Awkwardly staring at his sniper, who was currently one tongue away from making out with him. Prompting Bill to slowly back away, ensuring no one else was around to ever speak of this moment again.

Susu chittered ecstatically as he hugged Volo's head with all his might. "Hey, pal! Glad you guys are alright!" Nuzzling the squirrel before turning back to the cowpoke. "Sooo..... yeah...." Doing his best to address what had just happened, "I appreciate you being thankful for saving your lives and all, but uhhhh, a fist bump does the trick just fine in the future."

Ah well, doesn't matter....." Mumbling to himself as he stood up," Arrgghhh!" Volo grunted as he stretched real big, "Well, I guess it could be worse.." Mumbling as he began to look over the damage to Emilia from the shoreline.

"I'll be right back!" Billowing back to the ship's deck, Volo disappeared inside of the vessel before returning a few minutes later.

"Soooooo I got good news and bad news, and more good news." Wiping the grease from his hands with a dirty rag. "Goods news is she ain't super broke, should just be some minor fixes assuming I can get the parts."

"Bad news is she's broke..."

"The more good news is I get to go on an adventure to find parts!"

With an excited smile, he made his way back to the shoreline and stared up at the large cliff towering above them. He could fill the butterflies in his stomach beginning to form as he thought about all the possibilities this island held. The thought of barely missing becoming a stain on the rocks never crossed his mind.

Looking over Bill and Susu before him, he sighed confidently before getting ready to set off. "Looks like everyone's accounted for so let's get this sho-.... Wait, where's Karl??!"

WC: 632/2,391/10,000

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John Ironsides
Tracker

Age : 0
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 133
Attack (ATK) : 45
Defense (DEF) : 55
Reflex (RX) : 45
Willpower (WP) : 65
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries Berries : 50,050,000
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Sun Aug 07, 2022 5:38 pm
Port Teardrop

Fowl brought new meaning to the words 'if looks could kill,' though Ironsides could hardly blame him. Reasons or not every other marine had made it to the requisite destination on time. Their late arrival was unnacceptable, the fact they were all in the same group made that tardiness a crew wide issue. Add that to the little scuffle Moreau had earlier with command and he could tell they were making a bit of a mess with their higher ups. Part of him wants to stress over it, but he knows that what's done is done and can never be undone; all that was left to do was prove their worth in every moment going forward. With that in mind he was careful to listen to each word of the operation carefully and keep the plan concretely in his head. Can't keep making the captain look bad on their behalf. Before long the group had found luck; a drunk, a boat and a few quick words got them moving pretty quickly towards their goal. While his allies busied themselves with all this Ironsides did his best to seem subtle; there was no need to act if the others had it handled.

On the boat ride to La Crima he simply allowed his mind to wander to the potential danger that lay ahead. A Shichibukai gone rogue and potentially on the island. An island which said shichibukai ran like his illicit trade out of and no doubt who would be surrounded with his own allies. It was the worst possible case scenario. Ironsides was no fool, he knew full well that if he were to end up in direct confrontation with any warlord he'd die. That if the mission failed they would all be dissapeared and the warlord's operation moved before anyone back at HQ was made aware.  It was an all or nothing affair. If nothing else the marines had only one advantage, there was almost no one on this island that was innocent. With few or no civilians to worry about the coming battle was gonna be at least that much simpler.

La Crima

Upon reaching La Crima Ironsides would stick with Yumi and Stone as they investigated the ports. It wasn't long before Yumiko hopped up and dissapeared only to return with an update of information that may well change the situation for all of them. He reacted even as Stone spoke heading over to the Moreau and his drunkard compatriot to spin a small story. Thankfully a place like this wasn't shy about their bars and as he reached the pair with a smile he pointed towards one. "Gents I bring a bit of good news, the boss wants to give ya a big thanks for a nice and easy trip over here; he's given me leave to buy ya a pint or two before we gotta get where we're goin, but we might not have much time so chop chop." As he says this he pats both men on the shoulder before leading them towards a not too far away from everyone else but well past earshot of any reasonable man. Upon reaching the bar he leaves Moreau to keep talking to the drunk as he orders a round of large drinks. Two heavily watered down versions for them and what amounted to pure booze for their friend, The less he remembers of this whole day the better.

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Karl Friedrich
Tracker

Name : Karl Friedrich
Age : 20
Height : 6 feet 1 inch (1.85m)
Weight : 176 lbs (80kg)
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Emilia
Crew Role : Bartender
Devil Fruit : Doku Doku no Mi (Venom-Venom Fruit)
Haki Level : 1
Hitpoints (HP) : 153
Attack (ATK) : 115
Defense (DEF) : 110
Reflex (RX) : 140
Willpower (WP) : 105
Level : 11
Experience Points : 1123
Bounty : 8,000,000
Berries Berries : 67,737,500
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Yesterday at 1:55 pm
7:07 AM
Some ways away from Port Teardrop in the west

Saying that the current situation was ideal would be stretching it. There was no way to sugarcoat this... The situation was for the lack of a better word, shit. And given the said situation, perhaps it was best that the ship's doorway managed to shut Karl down by knocking him out.

If it had not been for the knockout, Karl would have screamed his lungs out as the fear of flying would have returned swiftly. All of those days, nay, months of hard work, gone to waste. For Volo's and Bill's sake, and even for Susu's sake, this was not the case, for now, since Karl was not there to experience the full extent of the crash.

On the bright side of all the things bad, the ship was quite well intact. Given its strong metal frame, the flying ship had survived the majority of the exterior damage, at least such that would be very difficult to fix up. The same however could not be said about what was going on inside.

The once cleaned up hallways were once more ruined by different broken glass bottles, the liquid that was in them, and also the unbeknownst containers that still had the ash and cigarette buds in them, courtesy of Volo, the ship's captain.

The falling and the impact had also managed to loosen up even more crates, as well as moved away shelves, drawers, chests... All that could help the crew to be accommodated on this ship. Some of the furniture and crates had gathered at the edge of one of the rooms.

A couple of minutes after the crash, the pile of furniture and crates could be seen, or even heard moving... And then a hand busted out from the pile, followed by the rest of the arm, then shoulders, and then the head, another arm following and so the rest of the body.

Karl was emerging from the pile, with his face covered in blood, with seemingly no sign of the bleeding stopping yet.

Despite the man's injury, he mustered the strength to climb out from the pile and reach down to one of the intact bottles that had survived. Like a bleeding zombie, the man slowly but surely began to limp out from the ship into the unknowingness.

With the weapon in his hand, it shall be put to good use the moment Karl sees his 'captain'... The bottle shall find its way right into Volo's head, as revenge for not listening to him, and for crashing the ship.

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