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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 19, 2022 4:47 pm
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Round: 1
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 16, 15, 8, 15

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 12, 11, 17, 9
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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 19, 2022 9:36 pm
Round: 2
Baseera Uses HT on Eugene
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 4, 12, 14

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 15, 8, 12, 18
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Round: 3
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Eugene Uses LT on Baseera
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 9, 15, 13

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 11, 16, 7, 11
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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 19, 2022 10:12 pm
Round: 4
Baseera Uses MT on Eugene
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Baseera Uses LT on Eugene
Baseera Uses UT on Eugene

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Eugene Uses LT on Baseera
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 11, 19, 6, 1

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 10, 11, 4, 12
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This post has assessment comments.Sun Nov 20, 2022 8:17 am
March 1829
Offshore from Tequila Wolf


When Baseera awoke she exhaled and her breath was visible in the air. It had been cold for quite some days now but it was much colder and from the window of her room she could see, it was time for her to go her separate way. In the very early morning Baseera managed to take a bag of her clothing, her equipment and packed it onto the smaller vessel she and the Gear Heads pirates were able to procure from their escalade on the way to her destination.

Everything she needed with her she already packed in her bag and was now taking one last look at her room, the place she called home for three years. There were good times, and bad, but through it all she had them and now..she was going into something she wouldn’t be able to back out of what she started and she couldn’t get them involved. She had promised to say goodbye, but she knew she couldn’t because it would hurt and so she decided to leave now.

Taking another deep breath and a slow exhale that warmed the winter air around her Baseera turned around opening the door that lead to stairs going up and onto the deck, the solemn sound of Baseera boots creaking against the stairs the only sound around as her vision was overcome with the dark mixture of white and gray in the sky as snowflakes fell all around as far as the eye could see but before she could even register that she had stopped dead in her tracks reaching the top as her pupils enlarged as she saw the whole crew standing in their winter coats waiting on the deck for her with smiling faces.



Hmph! You little brat. You thought you could sneak past all of us and just leave in the dead of morning!” The captain of the gearheads said, Captain Orelis a man of slim figure, hair motley shaved and tied into a top knot. She could hear some of them saying “Yeah!” or “How dirty” or “You’re cruel!” causing her to smile softly as she put down her bags, “You know I don’t like goodbyes..and tears. Old bastard.” Baseera said with a soft tone far different from the usual, “Then let's not make it a goodbye, but a farewell for now. That’s good enough for us, right man?!” Captain Orelis spoke again as the others nodded, solid smiles on their face as they nodded and from out the crowd the Vice Captain came walking towards her, a man twice her size that had been at the back of the group as he came and put his hand onto her shoulder, “No matter where we ya go in these wild sea’s we are always with ya, our bond cannot be broken my some measly distance!

Vice Captain Autumn..!” Beseera felt herself tear up just as she felt the hands of the crew begin to softly put their hands on her body, everyone smiling as they approached her, a mix of humans, giants, and fishmen, that was her crew, her family. “Mmm! No matter where I go, all you old farts will be with me! That’s a promise!!” Baseera sniffled as she took a deep breath, “NO MATTER WHERE I GO ON THESE WILD SEAS I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER YA KINDNESS, YOU MORONS!!” Baseera said, fully bursting into tears as everyone grouped hug her, the giant grabbing everyone into a hug into the air as they all laughed.  They saved her life, gave her knowledge, trained her, she owed them her life.

Finally, Baseera got on her own ship, a small caravel ship, Baseera ship rocking away from the crew as she could see them waving goodbye on the deck as the waves separated them. “Goodbye everyone, until we meet again~! “ Baseera waved back as the winter air blew around her, whipping her hair around as she kept waving goodbye until the snow obscured the vision of her family, far but never away from her heart. Still looking in its direction, Baseera turned towards the sight of the island or rather the bridge of her childhood that brought upon a very different feeling, “I’m home… Papa.. Mama..” Baseera said as she remembered her actual parents upon thinking of the subject of family as she approached the bridge and construction site island known as Tequila Wolf.

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The bitter chill of Winter’s end clung to Spring’s beginning like the hand of an icy-dead ancestor coiled around the wrist of their newborn descendant. Navymen dressed in warmly padded uniforms oversaw the procession of a shivering mass of convicts; the cold of the iron against their wrists was a deathly, penetrating, frigidness that threatened to steal all fire in their bellies and all life from their eyes. Soon they would be liberated, and those men who had been broken could flock to “their” life’s work: the construction of Tequila Wolf’s bridge.

[npc=revo]Is joy just the absence of misery? Is that our life now?[/npc] The dark-haired mink mused to himself hopelessly as he shuffled on towards the cell-block’s end destination, [npc=revo]I guess. The rest of them learned to deal with it, that’s just the best life we’re going to get here. I’d better learn to live with it, it'd be selfish to expect something better for myself.[/npc]

The black cat revolutionary known simply as Licorice stared out towards the water as he and his fellow prisoners were marched further down the bridge, his paw pads burned of frostbite as they strode across the biting stonework; at least the humans were entitled to the basic decency of a pair of shoes. Soon enough his temperature problems would invert themselves as, being a mink, he was forced to work closest to that most infernally hot of engines: the war machine turned construction vehicle known as “Yellowbrick.”

As the bar-striped masses made their way onto the construction site they were met with the clamorous din of hammers striking nails, of men barking orders, and most disorienting: the labored screeching and gears-grinding of the hellish machine coming to its stop. She was here.

Science Officer Sophia H. Ozymandias, once she’d served the Marines as a proud Commander, but after numerous incidents of misconduct she was stripped of her title and sent to a sanitorium. After making a swift recovery the vicious woman was allowed to rejoin the Navy at a lower rank, and was sent to Tequila Wolf where her reputation as a “slave driver” would serve her well.

“What aren’t you excited, cat?!” The cruel but beautiful woman singled Licorice out from the crowd, a couple of the prisoners chuckled at the animal’s distress; amongst those both cruel and dehumanized, to dehumanize is to reassert some false sense of control.

A thick plume of smoke and steam belched out from the top of Yellowbrick’s exhaust pipe as it came to a full stop. It’s driver, already hung out the side of her vehicle, dropped down to the freshly-laid brick below; strutting up to the cat with a wicked grin plastered across her face, “It’s not like I’m really gonna flatten you…” the cruel ex-commander stepped up and stood directly behind the Mink, unlocking his shackles and directing him forwards, “...you’re just big bro Yellowbrick’s precious little spotter! NOW GET READY AND GET TO WORK!”  

Sea of the Rising Sun


The West Blue was a sea of structure, a tranquil pond that seemed almost stagnant; a place where no karp could grow large nor strong enough to scale the waterfall. The East was something different entirely, each day Doji was permitted to bask beneath its glimmering rays was better than the last, it was as if this vast ocean was teeming with hope and possibility; this sea’s beauty was such that even a blind man couldn’t help but see it.

The winds battered at the old sutured sail of the oni’s vessel, in times passed the gentle winds had serendipitously delivered Doji to fortuitous destinations. This day’s winds would prove an exception, it was their duty to challenge the budding swordsman, and so they drew him towards the Navy-controlled isle.

Firmly and precisely the ship’s hull shucked its place onto island’s beachy shoreline, it would dutifully await the return of its master, but would go no further until he attended to the task at hand.

“Yeah yeah. I get it, another island…” the oni spoke to the winds with a teasing contempt in his voice, “...what’s the deal with this place?” Doji mused as he stood to his feet from the ship.

The clicking sounds of numerous firearms being readied and loaded brought a quick end to the boy’s lackadaisical pontification.

[npc=navy]“G-G-G-GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND! ASAKURA DOJI! YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!”[/npc] The puny Marine spoke boisterously, as though to reassure himself that he and his fellow men were in control of the situation.

“Yo wait, do I know you?” The blind man, unfamiliar with the concept of a wanted poster, was confused that somebody knew his name.

[npc=navy]“FIRE AT WILL!”[/npc] The officer wasn’t going to take any chances, more than enough men had died trying to take this monster in alive.

“Alright have it your way,” Doji shrugged before making a mad dash towards a nearby building, catching only a couple of grazing bullet wounds in the process. With a series of punches, kicks, and explosive sword strikes the oni dismantled the structure, flinging the rubble around the battlefield; with this the Marine’s ranks were scattered, and cover was dispersed for the melee fighter to divide and conquer.

One by one the little men were picked off, over ten men had been torn to shreds or blown to bits by the time the squad’s order was issued, [npc=navy]“RETREAT!”[/npc] Scurrying away like rodents fleeing from a mouser the soldiers fled for the island’s center; there they could regroup and make the rest of the island aware of the monstrous intruder.

“Yoka-ka-ka-ka-iii! Yahoo! Yoyoi! That’s right! Puny humans! Grovel before me! Asakura Doji!” The red-haired devil cackled as he leaned into his fearsome persona, but was content to leave well enough alone; he almost caught several bullets throughout the course of the exchange. Wherever there was one Navymen there were dozens, if not hundreds, charging straight in would likely be a death sentence.

With his tactic in mind the giant began tromping through Tequila Wolf’s underbrush, sticking to its outskirts he tuned his ears in to the distant hollering of the Marine base. For now he would stick to the shoreline, and perhaps under cover of night he would be able to plunder the isle for his coming journey.

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This post has assessment comments.Fri Nov 25, 2022 12:49 am
Facing the direction of the shoreline as the boat came closer Baseera eyes narrowed as she saw the silhouette of men upon the shoreline, as the boat was about to hit shore her eyes had already shrunken down as her eyes showcased a small orb of ocean blue that pierced right into the men that wore the unforgettable uniform of tequila wolf guard forces

That alone triggered so many past memories. In her mind Baseera returned back to a cell, the air all but dry as her throat from lack of proper water, her thirst only but a small taste of her suffering compared to her feet, they were fine now but once before they were a light shade of purple from the frostbitten bottom soles of her feet, everyday she wiggles her feet exactly 2000 times no matter what she did, why? If she did not she would have lost them like some of the boys her age she had been forced to endure such a hellish lifestyle with memories contained in a uniform she would never forget. That’s what the guards under the flag of the world government did to her. “WHO ARE YOU?! I WON’T AS-

Baseera didn’t need him to speeding towards the group of several guards, Baseera whipping her right leg which had Umarian equipment installed into it causing her leg to extend further than humanly possible as it seemed to be connected like a chain while she performed a side kick knocking them off their feet. Some of them got up fast only to be meant with confusion as Baseera would seemingly disappear or it would seem like that if she hadn’t already been on the move. Shrunken down Baseera used her ultra small size to move swiftly on the ground sneaking up on the marine force, the next few minutes spent as the sound of gunfire and bones being crushed or broken was the only other thing that could be heard as snow dropped onto the ground of Tequila wolf shoreline, Baseera now much calmer as she sat on top of one of the unconscious guards as she had stripped him of all his warmer clothing and was now wearing it herself, Baseera having stripped the other six as well and hauling them on her shoulder.

The island of Tequila wolf, Beseera of course knew it well since she grew up on it and had personally slaved away in camps since she could remember, constantly abandoning and starting another camp further down as the bridge continued to stretch across every inch of the sea, every inch accompanied with the blood and sweat of all the captured people forced into endless labor, she had not always known but the World Government endorsed it and it’s soldiers maintained, as far as Baseera was cornced the intense difference in their opinions of how to treat people made the World Government itself her enemy. She does not think she could calm this rage in her soul even if she wanted to, she had to see this through to the very end, wherever it led.

Approaching a old camp she knew would most likely be out of the way of the new posts Baseera found her way inside one of the houses that was left standing, closing the door behind her as she dropped the warm clothing she took from the marines on the ground, wrapping one around herself to keep her even warmer. “THEY COULDN'T HAVE GONE FAR! SEARCH THE AREA!” Baseera heard a voice yell out, most likely reinforcements that found the others unconscious, it was close but not that close so Baseera kept watch out the hole she was looking from and could see black silhouettes barely dancing in the distance until she then saw it, tundra wolves held by long thick ropes by more guard officials. Baseera's eyes were shrinking into that familiar small blue orb as she felt deep inside, her soul that had been once crushed was burning with the power of the sun.

Attack the enemy before they attack you, hit them hard, surprise them, disable or confuse them, then do it on repeat, that was her fighting style. Going on the offensive Baseera shrunk to her largest size and then leapt into the air suddenly kicking  the door open, gathering the attention of the wolves. Immediately as she was still in the air Baseera aimed Umarian LA right at the group of marines with their tundra wolves as she let off a round of her gatling bullet fire as she once again returned to normal size spraying the entirety of the group with bullet fire, the wolves suddenly dropping from getting hit with multiple shots while the marines seemed to attempt to run but get hit by the sheer magnitude of stray bullets as well.

Stopping,  Baseera took a deep breath as she walked out into the snow that was now covered with the blood of those allied with the World Government, the groaning of some guards officials as they clung to life that Baseera ignored but she would stop as she saw something, behind the guard officials were current prisoners, slaves, whatever you wanted to call them cowering in the snow, trembling as the frigid air simply grazed their skin causing terrible trembles of shivering. Baseera could not help scrooge as she looked at the shackles that she once felt, in her dreams she felt their weight as if they were still on her. Raising an arm the slaves cowered further but as Baseera hand came down the only thing she did was break the chains that were on them, Baseera going on a mad rush where she was breaking the chains of every slave, nearly a group of five. “Inside that building there are coats, go, hide. I'll throw them off you’re trail.” Baseera said deciding that trying to stay in the camp would put their lives in anger as they desperately rushed inside to grab the warm coat, the thought of warmth their only concern as Baseera moved back towards the shoreline wondering how she would proceed.

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Age : 18
Height : 17'7
Weight : 1,777 lb
Species : Human-Giant-Oni Crossbred
Faction : Pirates
Crew : Solo
Ship : Old Sutured Sail
Crew Role : Blind Navigator
Haki Level : 0
Hitpoints (HP) : 143
Attack (ATK) : 50
Defense (DEF) : 25
Reflex (RX) : 65
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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 26, 2022 8:37 am
“Hm, I wonder what’s causing all that noise? Sounds like somebody’s shattering shackles…” Doji alliterated as though telling himself a bedtime story, those who greeted him as he emerged from the underbrush were not nearly as relaxed; the oni quickly caught on to the fact that he was amongst a group of silent, horrified, onlookers, “...hello there. Y’all aren’t Marines right?”

An awkward silence sat in the air for a moment, “What am I saying, of course you're not. So are all of you prisoners then? So which one of you is the big hero goin’ around breaking people’s chains? I don’t suppose you’re interested in an extra set of hands, that is…” a wicked grin sprawled across the red-haired devil’s face, “... if you’re willing to hear me out on a bit of a bargain. I have a better life to offer some of these people: the life of a pirate. I won't insist anybody come along if they don’t want to, but if I can help you free more of these prisoners, then I’d like to make my case to them when the deed is done!”

Funeral March


The sweltering heat of the infernal machine engulfed its surroundings like an oppressive summer day’s heat, working alongside the mechanical fiend was like suffering through hell on earth. The sensation was unbearable for “lesser minks,” but it was borderline unlivable for somebody with fur; Licorice’s coat was damp with sweat, his body strained to do anything it could to prevent the poor cat from igniting.

[npc=revo]This is what I deserve, I thought we were going to help people, I thought we were gonna bring down the Celestial Dragons someday…[/npc] the mink recalled back to the horror of what he saw that day: those friends he had come to known as family, all vaporized in an instant, [npc=revo]...I’d rather have seen them suffer, seen them cling to life; but when that light faded they were all just gone. I will bear a dignified suffering for them. I will not go into the light.[/npc]

“Buri-shi-shi-shi! You minks look good as working animals!” The Navywoman clapped her hands as she spoke, happy to take out her grudge on any mink unlucky enough to be captured and sent to Tequila Wolf. Since the “murder” of her crewmate at the hands of a pirate mink, she had borne a grudge against the tribe; and ever since the government had stripped the animals of their personhood she was all too happy to get her revenge working them to death.

Licorice was a particularly fine specimen to torture, though his fur was coal black he would not burn nor crack under pressure; through him she would create her diamond, a flawless gem of pure agony, unbreakable and persistent in its torment. The cat was a revolutionary, who in light of the world’s government’s persecution against Minks, joined a unit with plans to assassinate Celestial Dragons at an auction on Sabaody Archipelago; the unit’s mission was a resounding failure, with only one revolutionary being captured for interrogation: “Pack Black” Licorice.

All in all, the mink wasn’t very important to the NRA. He and his group were foolhardy fledglings who bit off much more than they could chew, and all of them had died, or been sentenced to a fate worse than death for their pride.

[npc=revo]Working animals, fitting. I wonder how long it will take them…[/npc] the cat straggled forwards, accidentally shooting back a glance towards Sophia, and some of the other prisoners. Amongst those behind him were members of many tribes, half-giants, long-limbs and the like, [npc=revo]...I wonder when all of you will be classified as “working animals” too?[/npc]

In that moment, the Mink and Sophia shared a look of mutual contempt; in that moment his personhood was undeniable to her, and the cat was a person who despised her with all his heart. A cruel smile sprawled across the madwoman’s face as she pulled a number of levers in Yellowbrick’s cockpit; the machine grew hotter, and its mechanisms ran faster and faster. It didn’t matter to her if she was harming a person, she’d learned to enjoy hurting people, it was an assertion of her power; and against minks, it was a reclamation of the man she’d lost, a twisted offering for the soul of her slaughtered lover.

“Full steam ahead boys!” Science Officer Ozymandias shouted her command like a warcry.  Brick after brick was laid as the construction crew made their way forwards, this stonework wove a tapestry of oppression; in truth it was little more than a pyrrhic erection of the world noble’s egoistic “grandeur.”

[npc=revo]I won’t die here,[/npc] Licorice thought solemnly to himself as he pressed wearily onwards.

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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 26, 2022 6:38 pm
Just as she was telling the slaves about the coats she heard the nearby brush movement and her eyes darted towards the sound as she positioned her arm to fire, from the brush a solemn male came through, clearly not dressed in marine uniform nor sporting the coat of justice as some called it. Beseera aware that the slaves had all but frozen out of fear of thinking it was another marine official ready to capture them, Baseera taking the front position as she listened to the solemn male, a species she had not seen yet as he was tall. “I’m sure as hell not a marine. Just Baseera, “Tall Stack”. ” Baseera immediately gave this guy a  nickname as she still had her palm pointed at him ready to rotate at a moment's notice.

If it hadn’t been obvious with her first response Baseera was the so-called “hero” but she didn’t want to be seen in that light. “I'm no hero, just a girl trying to topple the authorities of the world nor am I the leader of these people, from the moment I release them they are free to do as they wish. If some wish to indulge in the life of a pirate then that is fine by me, however I too offer a choice. I was once a slave right here on Tequila wolf myself..I know you’re pain, I know the cold shivering nights and the dry frigid air devoid of warmth even in the days, I offer the chance to make the world government pay for what they did, join me and become a revolutionary! However for those that just want to escape and live a normal life I offer transport on my ship to the next island. You have my word!” Baseera said pounding her chest to signify she meant it was all her heart.

Baseera turned to the red haired pirate, “So a pirate huh? If you want to help me fight and break out the people I came to get…I won’t be opposed to that if you still feel like helping. But you should know, this would be like picking a fight with the world government, sure you can handle the pressure of it “Tall Stack if word gets out”~” Baseera said as she exhaled a cold winter breath. ”For now we need to move locations, I know a spot, from there we can make a solid plan. I know how they build their camp layouts, the most unfortunate news of my life.” Just as she was finished Baseera saw something move in the distance and through a thin slot in the brush she could see a man moving and Baseera immediately made a dash for it finding the man radioing in before she released a few clips in their back.


Meanwhile while the tyrant known as Sophia continued to torture the prisoner mink known as “Pack Black” Licorice and other minks and a mixture of lesser minks the news that two marine platoons hadn’t radioed in for their daily check ups was odd, further behind the brush a solemn marine soldier was watching the encounter of the two and managed to slip away as he was able to ascertain that some alliance had been formed between a pirate and a revolutionary!

The marine managed to slip away to a distance they thought would allow them to radio in “Reporting Reporting! Revolutionary solid-!” Was all the people back at the radio room would catch before the sound of gunshots and blood gurgling overtook the sound of the radio and then the sound of a body dropping to the floor.

The faces in the radio room looked grim as the one in charge ordered to relay this to Navy Women Sophia, a soldier now rushing across the now very much heated area catching her attention enough to jump down and listen as one of the official guards approached her and whispered into her ear the situation. Immediately the look of joy was replaced with annoyance and anger but then back to joy, “Heh! Hey Pack Black~! Looks like soon Ill get to torture another one of you damn revolutionaries, I hope there another mink I can torture~” Looking back at the marine soldier, “ Prepare about 20 of our best man, we got a pirate and a revolutionary to hunt! No need to rush, they are coming to us~”  Sophia said, beginning to laugh eccentrically.

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This post has assessment comments.Sat Nov 26, 2022 11:19 pm
As Baseera dispatched with one of the guards’ scouts, Doji trod up to her side, evidently ready to begin making his way to the woman’s hidden safe haven, “I don’t care who gets their panties in a twist! If Nox-chan was tellin’ the truth then I think I’ve already made a couple of royal enemies. I’m headed for Wano Kuni, so anyone who wants a problem can meet me there!” The oni spoke rather casually of the prestigious New World island, as though the isle’s rough and rocky seas were just within his grasp.

[npc=pirt]“Wano Kuni?...”[/npc] a prisoner mumbled to himself incredulously, [npc=pirt]“... hey uh, big guy? Do you have any idea what you’re talking about?”[/npc]

A blunt question that most would have taken offense to, Doji simply took a moment to think about it in earnest, tapping his finger against his head before speaking, “Hyuh. I guess not!”

The man cringed and threw his head back, his mouth agape with confusion; quickly he snapped back from this shocked state, tensing his fingers against his brow as he spoke to the oni with an irritated tone to his voice, [npc=pirt]“Wano is one of the very last islands of the Grand Line! You might as well just say you’re chasing after the One Piece! You’ll never make it out there, only the best of the best even stand a chance! It’s ridiculous!”[/npc]

“Hymm…” Doji thought more on the issue, he had no idea getting to Wano would be so difficult, his mother had simply told him that it was where he would find Nobunaga, “...Then I’ll just have to be one of the best! I don’t figure I’ll go after that old guy’s treasure though, I’d rather take something for myself from this world than chase after someone else’s dreams! Say, what’s your name buddy? I’m Asakura Doji!”

As the giant oni and his newfound ”friend” carried out an awkward, one-sidedly friendly conversation, the group made their way downtown at the direction of their leader-by-default. Eventually, Doji caught back up with Baseera, eager to converse with the revolutionary girl; he’d had enough small talk, it was time to get down to brass tacks.

“So what’s the deal with this place? Sounds like there’re plenty of prison camps if I’m understanding right. What’s the point of it?” The inquisitive young adult spoke with little care for how his words might affect his newfound ally.

Overseer’s Strategy


Word made its way throughout Tequila Wolf in relatively short order, even though the taskmaster Sophia had encouraged a leisurely pace, the well-oiled machine of the guard couldn’t help but operate efficiently. Some of the guards’ finest, each tasked with operating one of the island’s camps, gathered around the now inert Yellowbrick; Ms. Ozymandias wove her fingers together and eagerly examined her men as the group’s strategy meeting began.

“So! Does anybody have information on the attackers?” The woman spoke jovially, kicking her heel into the back of the bricklayer she sat upon.

[npc=misc]“Aye. One of them wasn’t all that subtle, just sailed in and started blowing shit up. If I had to guess, I’d say that we’re looking at the “Red-haired Giant” that was causing trouble in the North not too long ago,”[/npc] one of the camp bosses answered dutifully.

“Damn! Little brat is on the warpath! How’d he get his ass across the dividers?”

[npc=misc] “Word is he was bullying other pirates into hauling his ship around. I doubt he’ll be able to keep that shtick up now that he’ll be contending with others heading for the Grand Line,”[/npc] the man muttered matter of factly.

“Buri-shi~! Fantastic! If he’s a bully by nature then perhaps we can break him! Turn him into a taskmaster like one of us to keep the RESTA THESE FUCKS IN LINE!” The woman erratically shouted back towards some of the cowering prisoners; most notably: her darling Licorice, kept chained and shackled on a leash leading to his tormentor.

[npc=revo]If I had to pick, I guess I’d take screaming over the heat. Shout at me all you want fuckin’ crybaby,[/npc] the cat thought resentfully to himself.

“There’s no way he’s alone though. Concurrently with the boy’s arrival another assault took place on one of our outer encampments. I can’t say whether or not the two intruders are  working together, but it would be unwise to dismiss our unseen threat,” another bespectacled camp boss remarked astutely.

“Interesting! If they’re trying to sneak around then perhaps we’d be well off investigating no? Us bosses will fortify here around the bridge, the rest of you lot grab some dogs and start searching for the interlopers!” Sophia gave her order with the rigid authority of an ex-navywoman, and with that the men were off, each eager to be the one who would bring a trophy back to their cruel mistress.

Six men remained alongside Sophia and Licorice, the group leisurely began making their way towards the bridge’s entrance, the mink shuffling alongside his captor in miserable solemnity.

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