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Rias Keko- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Bounty : [ber=r] 4,300,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 35,425,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]]
Posts : 61
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[Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Sat Sep 09, 2023 1:32 pmA slap landed on the radio snail and a loud tune began to play from the bottom level deck which echoed all around the ship, even on the windy top deck. Moments later, an enthusiastic tone began to speak, not out of the radio, but actually next to the radio snail itself, sounding like a man with skills in voicing on the radio... OR... Semi successful Ship show.
"Tonight! I eat a cabbage... The Sticks does a skid in a supercharged ship... And James commits arson."
"Hang on... Why am I the one committing the crime here?" "If you have not noticed, James, we are all committing a crime as we speak." James stepped away from the wheel and moved towards the open hatch that led down to stairs and got into a discussion with Jeremy who had done his typical show introduction.
"Forget your crime, where was my section, Jeremy?" "We are quite short on time, and well... You are short." Richard seemed to be baffled by not getting his part when he clearly should have, but Jeremy's explanation did not make things any better.
"Never mind that lads. We need to talk about the elephant in the room." "Is it the new Docia Sondero the affordable Caravel of the year?" Jeremy asked James mockingly when he was trying to address the elephant in the room.
"The Docia what?" "The Docia... You know..." "The affordable one you yapped the whole last year?" Jeremy and Richard explained the confused James, but he shrugged it off shortly after. "Anyway, have you noticed something missing here?" At this point James sat down with the legs hanging off the hatch, casually talking with the trio.
"I think I know what you mean." Richard added, followed by Jeremy, "Yes, this certainly has to be discussed" It began to be more apparent... The trio did share the same brain.
"Now, as you all have noticed, the modern ships, Caravels, Galleons, Tankers, even Ice Breakers are being given the crew-operated anchor releases instead of the quick release hand leaver and that is a big problem... Because! You can't do a hand anchor turn." Jeremy opened the discussion.
Richard followed with what he felt needed to be added, "And that is a huge problem because the hand anchor turns are an essential part of male development. BECAUSE we all know this! Hand anchor leaver is connected directly to a girl's sexual appetite."
After a short pause, James added. "It is..."
"I mean it really is if you are 17 years old." "Yeah because in the animal kingdom, the peacock has its feathers... The young 17-year-old boy has his hand anchor leaver. They do the same job!" "Exactly!" Richard and Jeremy continued the discussion.
Meanwhile...
Rias who happened to be on the top deck looked at the group, unable to comprehend what they were doing, what they were discussing... [plyr=revo]"They are... The three geniuses, right?"[/plyr] she looked at Yumiko questioningly, hoping she would give some insight to the matter.
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"Tonight! I eat a cabbage... The Sticks does a skid in a supercharged ship... And James commits arson."
"Hang on... Why am I the one committing the crime here?" "If you have not noticed, James, we are all committing a crime as we speak." James stepped away from the wheel and moved towards the open hatch that led down to stairs and got into a discussion with Jeremy who had done his typical show introduction.
"Forget your crime, where was my section, Jeremy?" "We are quite short on time, and well... You are short." Richard seemed to be baffled by not getting his part when he clearly should have, but Jeremy's explanation did not make things any better.
"Never mind that lads. We need to talk about the elephant in the room." "Is it the new Docia Sondero the affordable Caravel of the year?" Jeremy asked James mockingly when he was trying to address the elephant in the room.
"The Docia what?" "The Docia... You know..." "The affordable one you yapped the whole last year?" Jeremy and Richard explained the confused James, but he shrugged it off shortly after. "Anyway, have you noticed something missing here?" At this point James sat down with the legs hanging off the hatch, casually talking with the trio.
"I think I know what you mean." Richard added, followed by Jeremy, "Yes, this certainly has to be discussed" It began to be more apparent... The trio did share the same brain.
"Now, as you all have noticed, the modern ships, Caravels, Galleons, Tankers, even Ice Breakers are being given the crew-operated anchor releases instead of the quick release hand leaver and that is a big problem... Because! You can't do a hand anchor turn." Jeremy opened the discussion.
Richard followed with what he felt needed to be added, "And that is a huge problem because the hand anchor turns are an essential part of male development. BECAUSE we all know this! Hand anchor leaver is connected directly to a girl's sexual appetite."
After a short pause, James added. "It is..."
"I mean it really is if you are 17 years old." "Yeah because in the animal kingdom, the peacock has its feathers... The young 17-year-old boy has his hand anchor leaver. They do the same job!" "Exactly!" Richard and Jeremy continued the discussion.
Meanwhile...
Rias who happened to be on the top deck looked at the group, unable to comprehend what they were doing, what they were discussing... [plyr=revo]"They are... The three geniuses, right?"[/plyr] she looked at Yumiko questioningly, hoping she would give some insight to the matter.
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Yumiko- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,079,215,048
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
Posts : 437
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Thu Sep 14, 2023 1:02 pmRebirth was the favorite subject of many mystics. Some believed it was the fate of all living beings. Others argued it took supernatural powers to achieve. The rest were quick to dismiss the idea as impossible all together. Well, mysticism aside, there was a much easier approach. Sometimes... All you needed for rebirth was a good night’s rest, a hot shower and some breakfast.
A wistful song drifted through the lower deck of the mail ship. The words went something like... “But violent winds are upon us and I can't sleep... Internal temperatures rising and all the voices... Hm.” ...Something, something. The singer still couldn’t quite remember the lyrics.
Yumiko chewed on a piece of salty jerky, until it surrendered. Then she washed it down with fresh water. Even simple rations tasted heavenly after days of rotten scraps. Her long hair still dripped water from the shower. With all the blood and grime washed away, she felt and looked like a whole new person. She was borrowing simple civilian clothes she had found in the cabin. The striped shirt and torn shorts made her look like a deckhand.
After the humble breakfast, the Wano woman climbed up onto the deck. She was greeted by sunshine and salty winds. ...As well as a peculiar conversation. She tried to listen in, while basking in the breeze and drying her hair. Sadly, all of it went way over her head.
When the Revolutionary voiced her question, the former Marine didn’t hesitate to nod in response. “Verily so.” Her eyes shone with utmost seriousness. “I have never met them before, but all new recruits hear tales of their exploits. They are all legends in their own right.” Naturally, she had no idea that all those tales had been embellished along the way, much like all propaganda.
Nevertheless, the swordswoman was humbled to be in the presence of living legends. “After witnessing their tactics, ‘tis no wonder they outmaneuvered the hunters yesterday.” Her gaze narrowed and she glanced away. “I... am ashamed to admit that I cannot even begin to grasp the brilliance of the strategies they are discussing...” To her, it was like listening to a game of shogi being narrated by poets. Truly, these three operated on a different level.
The embers of curiosity from yesterday’s sudden meeting flared again. Yumiko cast a questioning glance at her unlikely ally. “If I may ask, why are thou helping them? And where are thou headed?” She had always been told that all Revolutionaries were merely violent terrorists without any goals, but... Ever since meeting Sir Price all those years ago, she had found herself doubting the truth of that claim...
---
Meanwhile on the open ocean, a familiar figure had run into a roadblock. Or a seablock, as it were. A mighty Marine battleship was aiming its hefty cannons at a comparatively tiny sailboat. On said boat sat a muscular knight dressed in impeccably white armor. His features were completely hidden by a bulky helmet with a black visor. Judging by his relaxed stance, he regarded the obstacle with nothing but mild curiosity.
A heavily scarred veteran with a Captain’s cap peered over the handrail at the vessel below. He held up a small snail that helpfully amplified his voice. [plyr=navy]“Does this boat belong to you, sir?”[/plyr] The polite question was met with silence. [plyr=navy]“Can I ask where you’re going to?”[/plyr] The only answer was an impassive stare. [plyr=navy]“Can I ask where you’re coming from?”[/plyr] The intensity of the silent gaze remained the same.
Despite all the obvious advantages of the mighty battleship over the tiny boat, the Captain experienced a strange sense of unease. Every sailor worth their salt knew to beware and respect an oncoming storm. Right now, he felt like he was looking at one... Or rather, one was looking at him.
Falling quiet, the Captain measured the small vessel with his gaze. The briefing had mentioned five targets. None of the descriptions matched this stranger. Such a tiny boat couldn’t possibly carry five people either. Between the collected facts and the ominous sensation lingering in the pit of his stomach, he eventually doffed his cap. [plyr=navy]“...Right then. Have a nice day, sir.”[/plyr]
The Stick, in his usual manner, said nothing. He simply took one look at the horizon, peering somewhere far away. Then, he grabbed an oar and started to row with fierce determination. A splash of salty water soaked the onlookers. Few minutes later, the little sailboat disappeared into the distance far faster than it had any right to go.
Words: 759
Total: 8087 / 13 500
A wistful song drifted through the lower deck of the mail ship. The words went something like... “But violent winds are upon us and I can't sleep... Internal temperatures rising and all the voices... Hm.” ...Something, something. The singer still couldn’t quite remember the lyrics.
Yumiko chewed on a piece of salty jerky, until it surrendered. Then she washed it down with fresh water. Even simple rations tasted heavenly after days of rotten scraps. Her long hair still dripped water from the shower. With all the blood and grime washed away, she felt and looked like a whole new person. She was borrowing simple civilian clothes she had found in the cabin. The striped shirt and torn shorts made her look like a deckhand.
After the humble breakfast, the Wano woman climbed up onto the deck. She was greeted by sunshine and salty winds. ...As well as a peculiar conversation. She tried to listen in, while basking in the breeze and drying her hair. Sadly, all of it went way over her head.
When the Revolutionary voiced her question, the former Marine didn’t hesitate to nod in response. “Verily so.” Her eyes shone with utmost seriousness. “I have never met them before, but all new recruits hear tales of their exploits. They are all legends in their own right.” Naturally, she had no idea that all those tales had been embellished along the way, much like all propaganda.
Nevertheless, the swordswoman was humbled to be in the presence of living legends. “After witnessing their tactics, ‘tis no wonder they outmaneuvered the hunters yesterday.” Her gaze narrowed and she glanced away. “I... am ashamed to admit that I cannot even begin to grasp the brilliance of the strategies they are discussing...” To her, it was like listening to a game of shogi being narrated by poets. Truly, these three operated on a different level.
The embers of curiosity from yesterday’s sudden meeting flared again. Yumiko cast a questioning glance at her unlikely ally. “If I may ask, why are thou helping them? And where are thou headed?” She had always been told that all Revolutionaries were merely violent terrorists without any goals, but... Ever since meeting Sir Price all those years ago, she had found herself doubting the truth of that claim...
---
Meanwhile on the open ocean, a familiar figure had run into a roadblock. Or a seablock, as it were. A mighty Marine battleship was aiming its hefty cannons at a comparatively tiny sailboat. On said boat sat a muscular knight dressed in impeccably white armor. His features were completely hidden by a bulky helmet with a black visor. Judging by his relaxed stance, he regarded the obstacle with nothing but mild curiosity.
A heavily scarred veteran with a Captain’s cap peered over the handrail at the vessel below. He held up a small snail that helpfully amplified his voice. [plyr=navy]“Does this boat belong to you, sir?”[/plyr] The polite question was met with silence. [plyr=navy]“Can I ask where you’re going to?”[/plyr] The only answer was an impassive stare. [plyr=navy]“Can I ask where you’re coming from?”[/plyr] The intensity of the silent gaze remained the same.
Despite all the obvious advantages of the mighty battleship over the tiny boat, the Captain experienced a strange sense of unease. Every sailor worth their salt knew to beware and respect an oncoming storm. Right now, he felt like he was looking at one... Or rather, one was looking at him.
Falling quiet, the Captain measured the small vessel with his gaze. The briefing had mentioned five targets. None of the descriptions matched this stranger. Such a tiny boat couldn’t possibly carry five people either. Between the collected facts and the ominous sensation lingering in the pit of his stomach, he eventually doffed his cap. [plyr=navy]“...Right then. Have a nice day, sir.”[/plyr]
The Stick, in his usual manner, said nothing. He simply took one look at the horizon, peering somewhere far away. Then, he grabbed an oar and started to row with fierce determination. A splash of salty water soaked the onlookers. Few minutes later, the little sailboat disappeared into the distance far faster than it had any right to go.
Words: 759
Total: 8087 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Bounty : [ber=r] 4,300,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 35,425,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]]
Posts : 61
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Sat Sep 16, 2023 8:52 amYumiko's question did not shock Rias at all. It was a fair question, especially given the situation. Rias grabbed the closest barrel and carried it closer to Yumiko so she could sit down on it, to tell what had led her to this. But Rias could feel the situation was fickle. Next to her was sitting a marine, a former one at that, who is the final nail that led Rias to the path she is on right now. Thanks to the fickle situation, she felt she needs to tell the whole story.
[plyr=revo]"I don't know how it is where you come from, but back on Karate Island where I come from, my father was really strict. He is to this day the master of a small karate dojo. As it always is, the parents are the biggest influencers of a young child's life. So were they to mine on most parts."[/plyr]
Rias takes a soft breath before continuing. [plyr=revo]"All my life, it felt like my father tried to make me believe the world is just black and white. He did not even let me train in his dojo, because I am a girl. I was always supposed to help my mother with house chores. I did that, but I also snuck out a lot."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"I secretly learned what my father was teaching his students, I even drew the moves so I could practice them on my own. Eventually, I met a special person who traded her knowledge of swords and how to use them for my karate knowledge. She had seen the world, she made me understand that the world is not only black and white. It's a beautiful, and yet a mean and nasty place she said."[/plyr]
Rias paused for a bit and took a glance at the sea. [plyr=revo]"When I was older I found out my father was trying to protect me by holding me on the island... And yet he knew I was secretly spectating and training everything he did and never stopped me. I never understood why..."[/plyr]
She paused once more and turned the sight back at Yumiko. [plyr=revo]"I made a choice to leave the island and see the world for what it truly is. Deep down I had hope that the comment my dear friend had made about it being mean and nasty was false. She was right on a lot of parts... But not on all of them."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"There's an old saying that a bit of tar in the honey pot ruins the whole pot of honey. I find it to be quite true, don't you think? I have seen good, a lot of good from people of different cultures, but the bad apples... It changes the picture. And it has not just been pirates... Or marines as unfortunate as it is, but common people of streets, thugs, gangs."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"It hurt me, deeply, to see people do all of this. I asked myself why... Why would they do this? And I got my answer... It struck me. Greed. All of those pirates or marines or common street thugs did what they did because they wanted to. Some did it out of necessity, desperation, but greed seemed to play the biggest role."[/plyr]
Rias paused once more and looked down on the ground. She had been going on and on about her story already, but she felt like she was reaching the end of it, at least, the parts she felt needed to be told.
[plyr=revo]"I had heard of stories of an organization that seems to have only one goal in mind and no greed in play... Help the common man and woman. The New Revolutionary Army. Our incident was the factor that pushed me to it, fortunately, or unfortunately."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"I have been let know that these three have always been model citizens and model servers of the World Government, be it through the service or through entertainment... Although it seems very strange. Anyway, the Revolutionaries got the whiff of the ordeal they were in and elected to help. These men still are able to offer the service to better the lives of everyone as they always have, just like I hope to always be of help. That's why we are going to the nearest base."[/plyr]
Rias stopped her monologue, looking back at the trio who were still casually conversing amongst themselves. While Rias was speaking, it was clear the trio's tones lowered, as if they were eavesdropping, but it is hard to prove did they... It did not really matter, had it been a secret conversation, she would not be sitting in the open.
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[plyr=revo]"I don't know how it is where you come from, but back on Karate Island where I come from, my father was really strict. He is to this day the master of a small karate dojo. As it always is, the parents are the biggest influencers of a young child's life. So were they to mine on most parts."[/plyr]
Rias takes a soft breath before continuing. [plyr=revo]"All my life, it felt like my father tried to make me believe the world is just black and white. He did not even let me train in his dojo, because I am a girl. I was always supposed to help my mother with house chores. I did that, but I also snuck out a lot."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"I secretly learned what my father was teaching his students, I even drew the moves so I could practice them on my own. Eventually, I met a special person who traded her knowledge of swords and how to use them for my karate knowledge. She had seen the world, she made me understand that the world is not only black and white. It's a beautiful, and yet a mean and nasty place she said."[/plyr]
Rias paused for a bit and took a glance at the sea. [plyr=revo]"When I was older I found out my father was trying to protect me by holding me on the island... And yet he knew I was secretly spectating and training everything he did and never stopped me. I never understood why..."[/plyr]
She paused once more and turned the sight back at Yumiko. [plyr=revo]"I made a choice to leave the island and see the world for what it truly is. Deep down I had hope that the comment my dear friend had made about it being mean and nasty was false. She was right on a lot of parts... But not on all of them."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"There's an old saying that a bit of tar in the honey pot ruins the whole pot of honey. I find it to be quite true, don't you think? I have seen good, a lot of good from people of different cultures, but the bad apples... It changes the picture. And it has not just been pirates... Or marines as unfortunate as it is, but common people of streets, thugs, gangs."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"It hurt me, deeply, to see people do all of this. I asked myself why... Why would they do this? And I got my answer... It struck me. Greed. All of those pirates or marines or common street thugs did what they did because they wanted to. Some did it out of necessity, desperation, but greed seemed to play the biggest role."[/plyr]
Rias paused once more and looked down on the ground. She had been going on and on about her story already, but she felt like she was reaching the end of it, at least, the parts she felt needed to be told.
[plyr=revo]"I had heard of stories of an organization that seems to have only one goal in mind and no greed in play... Help the common man and woman. The New Revolutionary Army. Our incident was the factor that pushed me to it, fortunately, or unfortunately."[/plyr]
[plyr=revo]"I have been let know that these three have always been model citizens and model servers of the World Government, be it through the service or through entertainment... Although it seems very strange. Anyway, the Revolutionaries got the whiff of the ordeal they were in and elected to help. These men still are able to offer the service to better the lives of everyone as they always have, just like I hope to always be of help. That's why we are going to the nearest base."[/plyr]
Rias stopped her monologue, looking back at the trio who were still casually conversing amongst themselves. While Rias was speaking, it was clear the trio's tones lowered, as if they were eavesdropping, but it is hard to prove did they... It did not really matter, had it been a secret conversation, she would not be sitting in the open.
[770/1271/8021/13 500]
- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,079,215,048
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
Posts : 437
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Sun Sep 17, 2023 6:18 amEvery act had a story behind it. Naturally, the vagabond was curious to hear the one that had led to... Well, all of this. Their last encounter had been brief and violent, but also under completely different circumstances. It felt strange to see the supposedly innocent civilian carrying out the will of the Revolutionaries.
Falling dead silent, the warrior simply focused on the story. An imaginary brush painted pictures on a mental scroll. Many new facts were associated with scrawled caricatures. Karate island, martial artist father, family dojo... It was a somewhat familiar background. Such things existed in Wano as well.
The wanderer suppressed the urge to scoff at the seed of hope in the tale. In her eyes, the world was far more than merely ‘mean and nasty’. It was a pot of tar with a bit of honey. Far more wicked people than good ones. Quietly, she wondered why anyone would even bother trying to change it anymore. It felt pointless.
As the story wrapped up, the weasel woman lowered her head and closed her eyes in contemplation. Folding her arms, she nodded firmly. “Thy father is wise.” She sincerely meant the nice sentiment. Now, a wise person would’ve left it at that.
Yumiko was not a wise person.
So, after a brief pause, the self-proclaimed samurai continued. “The battlefield is no place for women. They are far too weak to be warriors.” Barely had the words left her lips, when a flashback hit her. She recalled the shameful scene all too vividly. A cabbage seller of all foes had humbled her back on that weird, backwards island. “...Some exceptions aside.” She was reluctant to even consider that gorilla a woman.
Yumiko walked over to the railing and leaned against it idly. “I have met other Revolutionaries, even before our encounter on the island of Notice.” Another colorful recollection splashed against the canvas of her mind. She was mildly curious what had happened to the duo, Van Talling and Doctor Yes, who had helped Rias escape. Perhaps they were stirring up trouble somewhere.
Snapping back to reality, the samurai hesitated. “They are... peculiar.” It was the kindest word she could use in the situation. “But not all of them are heartless crooks. Some are noble and strong.” Such as Sir Price... It had been a long time ago. If they were to meet again, would he even remember her? Would he care? Probably not...
The well-meaning swordswoman cast a glance at her unlikely ally. “I strongly advise thee to leave this life behind, lest thou lose it all. Having a rare blade will not make thee strong enough to fight men.” While she couldn’t say she liked the shameless woman -only tolerated her at best-, she still didn’t wish to see anyone suffer. After all, this Revolutionary wasn’t evil... Only misguided. And terribly out of her depth in this world of monsters.
Words: 484
Total: 8571 / 13 500
Falling dead silent, the warrior simply focused on the story. An imaginary brush painted pictures on a mental scroll. Many new facts were associated with scrawled caricatures. Karate island, martial artist father, family dojo... It was a somewhat familiar background. Such things existed in Wano as well.
The wanderer suppressed the urge to scoff at the seed of hope in the tale. In her eyes, the world was far more than merely ‘mean and nasty’. It was a pot of tar with a bit of honey. Far more wicked people than good ones. Quietly, she wondered why anyone would even bother trying to change it anymore. It felt pointless.
As the story wrapped up, the weasel woman lowered her head and closed her eyes in contemplation. Folding her arms, she nodded firmly. “Thy father is wise.” She sincerely meant the nice sentiment. Now, a wise person would’ve left it at that.
Yumiko was not a wise person.
So, after a brief pause, the self-proclaimed samurai continued. “The battlefield is no place for women. They are far too weak to be warriors.” Barely had the words left her lips, when a flashback hit her. She recalled the shameful scene all too vividly. A cabbage seller of all foes had humbled her back on that weird, backwards island. “...Some exceptions aside.” She was reluctant to even consider that gorilla a woman.
Yumiko walked over to the railing and leaned against it idly. “I have met other Revolutionaries, even before our encounter on the island of Notice.” Another colorful recollection splashed against the canvas of her mind. She was mildly curious what had happened to the duo, Van Talling and Doctor Yes, who had helped Rias escape. Perhaps they were stirring up trouble somewhere.
Snapping back to reality, the samurai hesitated. “They are... peculiar.” It was the kindest word she could use in the situation. “But not all of them are heartless crooks. Some are noble and strong.” Such as Sir Price... It had been a long time ago. If they were to meet again, would he even remember her? Would he care? Probably not...
The well-meaning swordswoman cast a glance at her unlikely ally. “I strongly advise thee to leave this life behind, lest thou lose it all. Having a rare blade will not make thee strong enough to fight men.” While she couldn’t say she liked the shameless woman -only tolerated her at best-, she still didn’t wish to see anyone suffer. After all, this Revolutionary wasn’t evil... Only misguided. And terribly out of her depth in this world of monsters.
Words: 484
Total: 8571 / 13 500
- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Bounty : [ber=r] 4,300,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 35,425,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]]
Posts : 61
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Wed Sep 20, 2023 12:28 pmRias blinked. She had heard such talk before. From her father, but she also had heard Yumiko say something of sorts during their very first encounter back on Notice. Such misogyny! And from someone who herself is a girl no less.
Rias looked down and closed her eyes. Despite it all sounding like an attempt to insult, Yumiko was right, and Rias admitted it. [plyr=revo]"You are right. Evolution has not been kind to us in that regard. A lot of us are born to support those who are stronger, generally men. We have exceptions, as you said."[/plyr]
What seemed to be a saddened admittance of defeat in the argument turned into a grin instead as Rias approached Yumiko. If Yumiko let Rias, she would close the personal space gap to an absolute zero. The showing cleavage approached and then touched against Yumiko's own chest, or if there was any even.
[plyr=revo]"My my, missy, seems like the evolution has given me something else to use as an advantage."[/plyr] A seductive smirk appeared, and Rias's seductive eyes gazed into Yumiko's soul. She was clearly far from defeated and did not let Yumiko downplay her.
[plyr=revo]"I have been downplayed plenty already in my life. I will not let something like being a woman chain me down. In weakness, there is strength to be found. I have my strength. I am able to fight! But I am also more able than that... I know what I am and how I look. And that can be my biggest strength if played right. You know of kunoichi and their antics! They would never let being a woman be their weakness! They execute their mission!"[/plyr]
While Rias was performing her seduction technique on Yumiko, Richard and Jeremy looked at the scene unfold with their mouths wide open. "Magnificent," Jeremy told Richard. Meanwhile, James was not affected by the scenery of seduction and instead tried to continue his story.
"I could actually remember my very first attempt at seduction with hand anchor turn when I was 17. I was going out to pick up this girl called Mary from outside the tavern by the docks. I had my Sloop and I was ready! I had it all planned. I would have been going towards the dock and then ripping the hand lever and flying around to the dock parked perfectly, and the rest would have been a formality... Obviously... So when I pulled the lever, the rope just snapped."
The ship talk almost immediately broke the curse Richard and Jeremy had been put into, having them turn their gaze back to James immediately, and then genuinely cringe at the sad end of the story, it was clear it was a sad day for their mate.
"I think why it snapped is because I had been practicing the turn the night before." "Oh of course only you would practice your hand leaver turn, it has to come naturally," James added to the story to which Richard commented. It seemed like the 'program' was back on!
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Rias looked down and closed her eyes. Despite it all sounding like an attempt to insult, Yumiko was right, and Rias admitted it. [plyr=revo]"You are right. Evolution has not been kind to us in that regard. A lot of us are born to support those who are stronger, generally men. We have exceptions, as you said."[/plyr]
What seemed to be a saddened admittance of defeat in the argument turned into a grin instead as Rias approached Yumiko. If Yumiko let Rias, she would close the personal space gap to an absolute zero. The showing cleavage approached and then touched against Yumiko's own chest, or if there was any even.
[plyr=revo]"My my, missy, seems like the evolution has given me something else to use as an advantage."[/plyr] A seductive smirk appeared, and Rias's seductive eyes gazed into Yumiko's soul. She was clearly far from defeated and did not let Yumiko downplay her.
[plyr=revo]"I have been downplayed plenty already in my life. I will not let something like being a woman chain me down. In weakness, there is strength to be found. I have my strength. I am able to fight! But I am also more able than that... I know what I am and how I look. And that can be my biggest strength if played right. You know of kunoichi and their antics! They would never let being a woman be their weakness! They execute their mission!"[/plyr]
While Rias was performing her seduction technique on Yumiko, Richard and Jeremy looked at the scene unfold with their mouths wide open. "Magnificent," Jeremy told Richard. Meanwhile, James was not affected by the scenery of seduction and instead tried to continue his story.
"I could actually remember my very first attempt at seduction with hand anchor turn when I was 17. I was going out to pick up this girl called Mary from outside the tavern by the docks. I had my Sloop and I was ready! I had it all planned. I would have been going towards the dock and then ripping the hand lever and flying around to the dock parked perfectly, and the rest would have been a formality... Obviously... So when I pulled the lever, the rope just snapped."
The ship talk almost immediately broke the curse Richard and Jeremy had been put into, having them turn their gaze back to James immediately, and then genuinely cringe at the sad end of the story, it was clear it was a sad day for their mate.
"I think why it snapped is because I had been practicing the turn the night before." "Oh of course only you would practice your hand leaver turn, it has to come naturally," James added to the story to which Richard commented. It seemed like the 'program' was back on!
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,079,215,048
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[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
Posts : 437
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Sun Sep 24, 2023 11:25 amFalling silent, the samurai stared at her unlikely ally. After a mere moment of listening, she changed her mind. This woman wasn’t misguided. “...Verily, thou are utterly shameless.” The comment was as blunt and flat as a whack from a paper fan. “‘Tis no crime, but... It should be.” She muttered bitterly.
Yumiko couldn’t even begin to fathom in what backwards country being the subject of lust counted as an advantage. However, she was certain Wano was no such country. “Do not presume to bring the noble kunoichi into this! There is far more to their ancient art than just... Just... Padding thy chest! It takes years of training to learn even a single ninjutsu.” She would know... After all, she had once aspired to be one. They were strong despite being women, not because of it.
The proud warrior folded her arms and scoffed. “I would sooner commit seppuku with a spoon than resort to such embarrassing and underhanded tactics...” She wasn’t sure how much longer she could tolerate this woman.
In body and mind, the two swordswomen were polar opposites. Yumiko had cast aside her feminine weaknesses a long time ago. Her lean, boyish figure stood as a testament of her efforts to hone her body into a weapon. It most certainly wasn’t a tool for fooling lecherous men.
(Un)fortunately for everyone involved, a distraction soon demanded immediate attention. A voice echoed loudly from a distance. [plyr=navy]“Unidentified mail vessel, please drop your anchor and prepare for a crew inspection.”[/plyr] A huge Navy gunship was calmly sailing closer. Its numerous cannons were already trained on the tiny target. Escape was not an option.
However, brilliant tacticians were never without a plan. ...One should hope, at least. After a quick huddle and exchange of hushed whispers, the team announced their scheme. They were going to disguise themselves and slip through this inspection.
After dropping the anchor, the guys raced below the deck and began rummaging through the cargo. Random items went flying. Clothes, accessories, even someone’s questionable underwear... Naturally, there was narration provided as well.
“Think of the great spies and infiltrators of fiction. Think of your Bames Nond, or even Sora the Hero. What they all have in common is the brilliant simplicity of their disguises. They hide in plain sight and walk among the people unnoticed.”
James finished his costume first. “I have... Taken a page out of their books... Like so.” He had grabbed a spare mailman uniform from the locker. Brush bristles as a mustache alongside a little bit of dirt and dust gave him a diligent worker’s look.
Jeremy was quick to interject. “I, meanwhile, beg to differ. The most important part of any disguise is having an air of authority. You can’t have anyone questioning your story. That’s why I have chosen to be the ship’s captain, complete with a nice hat.” True enough, he had managed to squeeze himself into a captain’s getup. And to be fair, the hat was indeed rather nice.
Still, the older man defended his approach. “No one will ever suspect the humble postman. It’s the most fitting disguise for the occasion, the most sensible choice-” He didn’t get to finish the thought.
Jeremy rolled his eyes at his colleague. “It’s the most boring costume you could’ve picked. I will dazzle them with my brilliance.” His posturing only invited criticism. “Or baffle them with your bollocks. There’s no way they won’t recognize your utterly exposed face. For heaven’s sake, at least wear glasses or something.”
Suddenly, a nearby jute sack piped up with a familiar voice. “While you guys bickered, I, on the other hand, chose the unexpected approach.” Richard’s head popped out, alongside with a couple of loose letters. “They’ll be looking for out of place guys, but not for out of place mails.” He gave his friends an expectant grin.
The expectation was met with, what else, snark. “...The sack suits you, because you look and sound like an utter cock.” For once, two of the three could agree on something. “If they do decide to check the sacks, you’re completely buggered. See, you can’t even move like that.” The comment elicited a defensive shrug. “Well, yes, not moving is the whole point, because...” And the bickering continued...
While the boys were busy arguing who had the worst disguise, the Navy vessel drew close. It cast a large shadow over the tiny mail boat. A rope ladder was lowered and a handful of armed soldiers descended. It was showtime.
Oh, but wait... What disguises did the gals pick?
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Yumiko couldn’t even begin to fathom in what backwards country being the subject of lust counted as an advantage. However, she was certain Wano was no such country. “Do not presume to bring the noble kunoichi into this! There is far more to their ancient art than just... Just... Padding thy chest! It takes years of training to learn even a single ninjutsu.” She would know... After all, she had once aspired to be one. They were strong despite being women, not because of it.
The proud warrior folded her arms and scoffed. “I would sooner commit seppuku with a spoon than resort to such embarrassing and underhanded tactics...” She wasn’t sure how much longer she could tolerate this woman.
In body and mind, the two swordswomen were polar opposites. Yumiko had cast aside her feminine weaknesses a long time ago. Her lean, boyish figure stood as a testament of her efforts to hone her body into a weapon. It most certainly wasn’t a tool for fooling lecherous men.
(Un)fortunately for everyone involved, a distraction soon demanded immediate attention. A voice echoed loudly from a distance. [plyr=navy]“Unidentified mail vessel, please drop your anchor and prepare for a crew inspection.”[/plyr] A huge Navy gunship was calmly sailing closer. Its numerous cannons were already trained on the tiny target. Escape was not an option.
However, brilliant tacticians were never without a plan. ...One should hope, at least. After a quick huddle and exchange of hushed whispers, the team announced their scheme. They were going to disguise themselves and slip through this inspection.
After dropping the anchor, the guys raced below the deck and began rummaging through the cargo. Random items went flying. Clothes, accessories, even someone’s questionable underwear... Naturally, there was narration provided as well.
“Think of the great spies and infiltrators of fiction. Think of your Bames Nond, or even Sora the Hero. What they all have in common is the brilliant simplicity of their disguises. They hide in plain sight and walk among the people unnoticed.”
James finished his costume first. “I have... Taken a page out of their books... Like so.” He had grabbed a spare mailman uniform from the locker. Brush bristles as a mustache alongside a little bit of dirt and dust gave him a diligent worker’s look.
Jeremy was quick to interject. “I, meanwhile, beg to differ. The most important part of any disguise is having an air of authority. You can’t have anyone questioning your story. That’s why I have chosen to be the ship’s captain, complete with a nice hat.” True enough, he had managed to squeeze himself into a captain’s getup. And to be fair, the hat was indeed rather nice.
Still, the older man defended his approach. “No one will ever suspect the humble postman. It’s the most fitting disguise for the occasion, the most sensible choice-” He didn’t get to finish the thought.
Jeremy rolled his eyes at his colleague. “It’s the most boring costume you could’ve picked. I will dazzle them with my brilliance.” His posturing only invited criticism. “Or baffle them with your bollocks. There’s no way they won’t recognize your utterly exposed face. For heaven’s sake, at least wear glasses or something.”
Suddenly, a nearby jute sack piped up with a familiar voice. “While you guys bickered, I, on the other hand, chose the unexpected approach.” Richard’s head popped out, alongside with a couple of loose letters. “They’ll be looking for out of place guys, but not for out of place mails.” He gave his friends an expectant grin.
The expectation was met with, what else, snark. “...The sack suits you, because you look and sound like an utter cock.” For once, two of the three could agree on something. “If they do decide to check the sacks, you’re completely buggered. See, you can’t even move like that.” The comment elicited a defensive shrug. “Well, yes, not moving is the whole point, because...” And the bickering continued...
While the boys were busy arguing who had the worst disguise, the Navy vessel drew close. It cast a large shadow over the tiny mail boat. A rope ladder was lowered and a handful of armed soldiers descended. It was showtime.
Oh, but wait... What disguises did the gals pick?
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- Rias Keko
- [tracker=/t1683-rias-keko#9293]
Name : Rias Keko
Epithet : Funbags
Age : 19
Height : 5 Feet 7 Inch (1.70m)
Weight : 143 lbs (65kg)
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Bounty : [ber=r] 4,300,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 35,425,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[mythicalzoan]]
Posts : 61
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Fri Sep 29, 2023 1:52 pm[plyr=revo]"Tititititi~ That would be a painfully dull way to go."[/plyr] Rias could not help but giggle a bit at the thought of someone committing suicide using the spoon of all possible tools. Rias decided not to pursue the former matter, and good that she didn't. They had some uninvited guests.
[plyr=revo]"That's not good."[/plyr]
She took a glance at the trio who had already hatched a plan. Yes, indeed. They are using a stolen ship, so what better to do than dress accordingly? Disguises. The trio were busy finding theirs, and Rias only had moments to figure out hers. It seemed however that Yumiko already had it covered.
[plyr=revo]"Well, of course, you have no problems, you already look apart."[/plyr]
Rias specifically pointed at Yumiko looking exactly like a normal deckhand would look, a simple working person. Meanwhile, Rias failed to look like part of the ship crew in her black robes. So she herself also rushed downstairs once the anchor had been lowered.
Mumbling something under her breath Rias tried to find something that would fit her. The height was not the problem... The rest of the proportions of her body certainly were.
[plyr=revo]"Oh no..."[/plyr]
"If I may be so bold to suggest. We lack the kitchen staff. It's a small ship but even the crew here needs to eat." James arrived with the solution to the problem.
"Careful James, this might land you a shot in the plums," Jeremy added as a warning to James, but it seemed like Rias was ready to do what she had to... Disguise herself as the kitchen worker. [plyr=revo]"That sounds like a great idea! All I need now is an apron."[/plyr]
"There is probably one in the Kitchen, if you'll excuse me now, I'll settle in as the sack of mail." Richard moved to become an out-of-place sack of mail, and James went to be the postman doing... Postman things, like sorting mail, meanwhile Jeremy went up on the main deck towards the wheel and leaned on it, waving at the approaching marine ship.
Rias however entered the small kitchen corner they had, removed her katana from the waist, and placed it in the small closet from which she also took the long apron. She placed the apron on herself, her hair in the knot, and moved towards the cutting table where she immediately began to slice the first vegetable she found, the onion, which kept trying to make her cry her eyes out...
Everything was ready. The question now was, will they succeed fooling the pesky marines?
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[plyr=revo]"That's not good."[/plyr]
She took a glance at the trio who had already hatched a plan. Yes, indeed. They are using a stolen ship, so what better to do than dress accordingly? Disguises. The trio were busy finding theirs, and Rias only had moments to figure out hers. It seemed however that Yumiko already had it covered.
[plyr=revo]"Well, of course, you have no problems, you already look apart."[/plyr]
Rias specifically pointed at Yumiko looking exactly like a normal deckhand would look, a simple working person. Meanwhile, Rias failed to look like part of the ship crew in her black robes. So she herself also rushed downstairs once the anchor had been lowered.
Mumbling something under her breath Rias tried to find something that would fit her. The height was not the problem... The rest of the proportions of her body certainly were.
[plyr=revo]"Oh no..."[/plyr]
"If I may be so bold to suggest. We lack the kitchen staff. It's a small ship but even the crew here needs to eat." James arrived with the solution to the problem.
"Careful James, this might land you a shot in the plums," Jeremy added as a warning to James, but it seemed like Rias was ready to do what she had to... Disguise herself as the kitchen worker. [plyr=revo]"That sounds like a great idea! All I need now is an apron."[/plyr]
"There is probably one in the Kitchen, if you'll excuse me now, I'll settle in as the sack of mail." Richard moved to become an out-of-place sack of mail, and James went to be the postman doing... Postman things, like sorting mail, meanwhile Jeremy went up on the main deck towards the wheel and leaned on it, waving at the approaching marine ship.
Rias however entered the small kitchen corner they had, removed her katana from the waist, and placed it in the small closet from which she also took the long apron. She placed the apron on herself, her hair in the knot, and moved towards the cutting table where she immediately began to slice the first vegetable she found, the onion, which kept trying to make her cry her eyes out...
Everything was ready. The question now was, will they succeed fooling the pesky marines?
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- Yumiko
- [tracker=/t1347-yumiko#7408]
Name : Yumiko
Epithet : Kamaitachi
Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
Species : Human
Faction : Civilian
Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,079,215,048
[[baneoftheweak]][[dragonheart]][[childofdestiny]]
[[punchoutguru]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
Posts : 437
Re: [Arc] Mountains and Plains: Part II - North Blue Special
Sun Oct 01, 2023 6:57 amWhile the fugitives busied themselves with deception, the samurai cast a judging stare their way. She folded her arms and scoffed. “Hmph, disgraceful.” Turning her back on them, she firmly ignored the dubious display. “I shall have no part in such dishonorable tactics. I am not even wanted in the first place.” Thus, this was none of her concern.
However, the retort from Rias actually gave Yumiko pause. “...What? N-no, this is not a disguise. I am...” She hesitantly glanced at her outfit. “...merely borrowing someone else’s garb.” Right. It was the only spare clothing available in her size. The fact that it made her look like a deckhand was purely coincidental. Her intention was not to deceive anyone. If anyone asked her identity, she would not lie. So she silently swore.
Waiting around was gnawing on the honorable warrior’s nerves. The Navy vessel was taking its time drifting closer. To keep herself busy, she grabbed a nearby floor brush and started scrubbing the deck. It gave her something else to think about. She certainly wasn’t doing it to blend in, absolutely not.
Soon, the gunship dropped its anchor beside the smaller vessel. A catwalk was extended and a squad of armed Marines marched across. They formed ranks on both sides of the catwalk with practiced precision.
Finally, the Captain of the Marine crew stepped onto the deck. He was a wizened, old man, whose back had been pushed down by years of experience. His magnificent mustache and many wrinkles kind of made him resemble a walrus. He carried a pen in one hand and a clipboard in the other. Straightening up, he bellowed a simple command. [plyr=navy]“‘’Teeeen-HUT!”[/plyr] All the underlings clicked their heels together, stood at attention and saluted.
Even Yumiko immediately snapped to attention. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. Her body moved on its own, unable to resist the reflexes that had been drilled into her. She held the cleaning utensil at her shoulder, just like the soldiers held their guns.
Pretend-captain Clarkson was quick to welcome the guests. “Welcome to the sho-er, aboard, gentlemen. Sorry to disappoint you, but we haven’t seen any fugitives around these parts.” Despite the small stumble, he knew how to sound confident at least.
The mustachioed man answered with a noncommittal grunt. [plyr=navy]“Hrm.”[/plyr] He took his clipboard, flipped open a fresh page and jotted down something. Glancing up from his papers, he voiced a gruff question. [plyr=navy]“Mind if I question some of the crew?”[/plyr] ...Honestly, he sounded a little like a walrus too.
Meanwhile, a small speck appeared in the distance, accompanied by wildly splashing water. It was getting closer kind of quickly. ...Make that very quickly. And it looked an awful lot like... A tiny sailboat suddenly zoomed past the Marines and the mail ship. It did a messy turn, skidding along sideways across the water, like a speedy land vehicle would slide on its wheels.
As the speedy boat came around to another pass, a silhouette leapt high into the sky. The blinding sun masked its flight. It touched the deck as softly as a falling feather. Approaching the saluting samurai from behind, the shadow stalked silently closer...
[plyr=navy]“At ease!”[/plyr]
Yumiko relaxed her stance in unison with the soldiers. Without thinking about it, she spun the brush around and returned to scrubbing. She avoided a hatch, some rolled up ropes and a pair of armor-clad legs... Wait.
An unsettling chill ran down the warrior’s spine. Gritting her teeth, she calmed her nerves and summoned a hushed whisper. “So, we meet again, brave hunter...” She stared up at the armored hunter. Her blade was below the deck... All she had was the broom... Yet she couldn’t even move, frozen in mid-scrub. “Have thou sided with the Navy...?” She couldn’t fathom when or how he had caught up... But this truly was the worst possible time for him to appear.
In response, the Stick said absolutely nothing. He regarded the floor brush pointed at him with a quiet stare. Glancing around, he found a stray mop and grabbed it. After feeling its heft and giving it a tentative swing... He too started cleaning the deck. In fact, he was doing such a fantastic job blending in that none of the Marines noticed there was now a second deckhand. It was the art of hiding in plain sight.
Utterly stunned and a little insulted, the samurai gaped at the peculiar behavior. She struggled to keep whispering instead of yelling at the strange man. “Wha-hey-do not change the subject...!” Was... Was this man mocking her? Because she felt mocked.
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However, the retort from Rias actually gave Yumiko pause. “...What? N-no, this is not a disguise. I am...” She hesitantly glanced at her outfit. “...merely borrowing someone else’s garb.” Right. It was the only spare clothing available in her size. The fact that it made her look like a deckhand was purely coincidental. Her intention was not to deceive anyone. If anyone asked her identity, she would not lie. So she silently swore.
Waiting around was gnawing on the honorable warrior’s nerves. The Navy vessel was taking its time drifting closer. To keep herself busy, she grabbed a nearby floor brush and started scrubbing the deck. It gave her something else to think about. She certainly wasn’t doing it to blend in, absolutely not.
Soon, the gunship dropped its anchor beside the smaller vessel. A catwalk was extended and a squad of armed Marines marched across. They formed ranks on both sides of the catwalk with practiced precision.
Finally, the Captain of the Marine crew stepped onto the deck. He was a wizened, old man, whose back had been pushed down by years of experience. His magnificent mustache and many wrinkles kind of made him resemble a walrus. He carried a pen in one hand and a clipboard in the other. Straightening up, he bellowed a simple command. [plyr=navy]“‘’Teeeen-HUT!”[/plyr] All the underlings clicked their heels together, stood at attention and saluted.
Even Yumiko immediately snapped to attention. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. Her body moved on its own, unable to resist the reflexes that had been drilled into her. She held the cleaning utensil at her shoulder, just like the soldiers held their guns.
Pretend-captain Clarkson was quick to welcome the guests. “Welcome to the sho-er, aboard, gentlemen. Sorry to disappoint you, but we haven’t seen any fugitives around these parts.” Despite the small stumble, he knew how to sound confident at least.
The mustachioed man answered with a noncommittal grunt. [plyr=navy]“Hrm.”[/plyr] He took his clipboard, flipped open a fresh page and jotted down something. Glancing up from his papers, he voiced a gruff question. [plyr=navy]“Mind if I question some of the crew?”[/plyr] ...Honestly, he sounded a little like a walrus too.
Meanwhile, a small speck appeared in the distance, accompanied by wildly splashing water. It was getting closer kind of quickly. ...Make that very quickly. And it looked an awful lot like... A tiny sailboat suddenly zoomed past the Marines and the mail ship. It did a messy turn, skidding along sideways across the water, like a speedy land vehicle would slide on its wheels.
As the speedy boat came around to another pass, a silhouette leapt high into the sky. The blinding sun masked its flight. It touched the deck as softly as a falling feather. Approaching the saluting samurai from behind, the shadow stalked silently closer...
[plyr=navy]“At ease!”[/plyr]
Yumiko relaxed her stance in unison with the soldiers. Without thinking about it, she spun the brush around and returned to scrubbing. She avoided a hatch, some rolled up ropes and a pair of armor-clad legs... Wait.
An unsettling chill ran down the warrior’s spine. Gritting her teeth, she calmed her nerves and summoned a hushed whisper. “So, we meet again, brave hunter...” She stared up at the armored hunter. Her blade was below the deck... All she had was the broom... Yet she couldn’t even move, frozen in mid-scrub. “Have thou sided with the Navy...?” She couldn’t fathom when or how he had caught up... But this truly was the worst possible time for him to appear.
In response, the Stick said absolutely nothing. He regarded the floor brush pointed at him with a quiet stare. Glancing around, he found a stray mop and grabbed it. After feeling its heft and giving it a tentative swing... He too started cleaning the deck. In fact, he was doing such a fantastic job blending in that none of the Marines noticed there was now a second deckhand. It was the art of hiding in plain sight.
Utterly stunned and a little insulted, the samurai gaped at the peculiar behavior. She struggled to keep whispering instead of yelling at the strange man. “Wha-hey-do not change the subject...!” Was... Was this man mocking her? Because she felt mocked.
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