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[World Event] A Fool's Errand

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Anne La Tene
Anne La Tene
[tracker=/t2747-tracker-anne-la-tene#17931]
Name : Anne La Tene
Epithet : Iron Fencer Maquet
Age : 0
Species : Human
Faction : Revolutionaries
Balance : [bel] 2,050,000
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 13

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Feb 12, 2024 5:29 pm
Perhaps rising from the depths looking like a bloody sea monster had its benefits. Maquet was far from inconspicuous, in her mysterious, obscuring hooded robe and her creepy metal mask. There were bound to be questions if anyone approached her. She had planned on changing before arriving and blending in, only to change back to hide her identity once the operation - whatever it was - commenced. The hurricane changed her plans, however. Luckily, people were too terrified of the ‘hideous swamp creature’ to approach ‘it.’

On the other hand, it was quite hard for her to be stealthy when she sloshed and groaned with every step. Spying on people from the rooftops was not going to work in this condition. Gathering information would be quite difficult. She had no idea how she would contact the rest of the crew. At the very least, she needed to find Sargeant Stout. They definitely needed to have a conversation. I hope he’s okay…



Meanwhile…




[npc=revo]”Damn hurricane… damn mission… damn Keys… damn lifeboat… damn damn damn!”[/npc] Far from Maquet, her Sargeant grumbled and swore under his breath. Stout shivered as he made his way into town. The icy water did him no favors, especially with the lack of body fat to keep him warm. A large, bulky ‘concerned citizen’ took notice of him and put an arm around his shoulder.

[npc=misc]”You okay mister? You look like a drowned corpse. Let me help you.”[/npc] He guided Stout to an alley. [npc=misc]”Let’s get you out of this wind and some dry clothes.”[/npc]

[npc=revo]”That’s quite kind of you. I’m quite grateful."[/npc]

[npc=misc]”Grateful enough to, say… give me all your money?"[/npc] As soon as they were out of the sight of the general public, the stranger’s demeanor changed. He slammed Stout into the wall.

[npc=misc]”I really think we should talk about this…"[/npc]



back with Maquet…



I’m sure he’s fine. A man like that doesn’t get into trouble, he gets people out of it.


More importantly for Maquet, she had to think about herself and where to go. She couldn’t ask for directions - not that there was anyone to ask. Everyone was avoiding her and -

- wait. People were starting to approach her. She readied herself for combat, reaching for her sea gunk-covered sword. If they realized who she was, and were after her, she would not give in without a fight.

[npc=misc]”What are you doing here,"[/npc] one of the small yet gathering crowd asked.

”I’m not g-”

[npc=misc]”You’re going to be late!"[/npc]

”Late for-"

[npc=misc]”Are you lost,”[/npc] asked another.

”Oh! Um… I am, can you tell me-”

[npc=misc]”The circus was heading that way!”[/npc]

”The circus? But I-”

[npc=misc]”This way! This way!”[/npc]

”I’m not heading to th-”

[npc=misc]”I can’t wait to see you perform!”[/npc]

One of the crowd grabbed Maquet’s slimy hand and the crowd softly dragged her towards the commotion of the circus. Soon she was in sight of the ‘other’ circus performers - and a dinosaur. Guess I’m part of the circus now. I bet Stout’s doing better…



In the alley…




One of the NRA messengers finally caught sight of Sergeant Stout after a long search. [npc=revo]”Thank goodness I found you, sir! I have a message for y- who are you standing on?”[/npc]

Underneath one of Stout’s feet was the would-be assailant, showing more bruises than skin. [npc=revo]”This here’s a friend, he was kind enough to show me this alley. Say hi, friend!”[/npc]

The alley carpet groaned and let out a meek [npc=misc]”...hi…”[/npc]

The messenger cleared his throat. [npc=revo]”A-anyways… Tackling Whale, ten-thirty.”[/npc]

Stout nodded solemnly, then rifled through his pockets. [npc=revo]”I’ll be there. I just have to take care of some business.”[/npc] After the messenger left, Stout stepped off of the failed mugger. He pulled out a modest amount of change and placed it on the ground. [npc=revo]”You need to see a doctor about those bruises, friend.”[/npc]



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Sabian McQueen
Sabian McQueen
[tracker=/t1159-sabian-t-mcqueen-s-tracker#6173]
Name : Sabian T. McQueen
Epithet : Lockjaw
Age : 28
Height : 6'3"
Weight : 220lbs
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : L’Aube Du Monde
Crew Role : Painter | Second In Command
Devil Fruit : Ryu Ryu no Mi (Dragon-Dragon Fruit), Model: Allosaurus
Balance : [bel] 56,200,000
[[jurassicbark]]

Posts : 67

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Sunflower (向日葵)



April 1, 1829, ~9:30 A.M.

Circus Tent - Downtown La Crima


Sabian, back in his human form, sat knelt on the ground, his face covered in bruises from the beating given to him by the Mink Boss of the circus.

The swollen face of the blonde-haired beauty almost made him unrecognizable, as Kathy sat adjacent, trying to calm down the Boss with Genie as her accomplice.

“We aren’t even halfway in setting up for our show yet! There’s a line as long as my mama’s family tree out there! I barely managed to set up the tent in time when your reckless ass came stumbling over here as a huge dinosaur! You should be ashamed of yourself! What a joke.” The Big Boss Mink verbally abused, nursing a cigar.

“Sorry.” Sabian uttered with a slur, his eyes swollen so much he could barely keep them open. He’d sworn never to hit a lady, but even if he’d fought the Mink Boss seriously, he wasn’t sure if the squabble would go his way.

“What’s all this hullabaloo about being a part of our circus, eh? You think the life of a carney is easy, huh?” The Boss commented, slapping Sabian on his back repeatedly with a metal hand fan, each strike causing the revolutionary to slip in and out of consciousness.

“Sorry.” Sabian uttered once again, bowing his head in shame. In his mind, it was such a good plan too, to become the giant attraction to bring all his people in one spot; everyone in the army of any importance knew of his abilities. It was the Rabbit Mink’s jump kick to his face and Kathy’s scolding afterward that made him realize that this might not go down well with Gotli or Stout.

“Anyway! Lemons into lemonade! Alright, you sorry lot of misfits! The dinosaur boyo has given us some free press! Move yer asses! Let’s set up this tent and give the people a show they won’t forget!” The Mink shouted.

“Please, let me help set up as well as compensation for the-“

Before Sabian could even finish his sentence, the glare from the Mink sent a shiver down his spine. Cowering at the feet of Genie, Sabian would gently grab onto the woman’s waist like a small infant would.

“No. No. You’ve done enough Sunflower! Genie! These normies are your responsibility! Babysit them while we get ready!” The Big Boss shouted.

Checking her pocket watch, Kathy's eyes ballooned as she realized it was almost an hour before the agreed meeting time, and they hadn’t even the slightest clue where the Tackling Wale was.

“And we still haven’t found Noah or Stout or any of the other Revo’s even with Sabian’s ‘stunt’,” Kathy thought to herself with a sigh. “If we’re any later… Combined with this incident Sabian pulled, Commander Gotli will be-“

The thought sent shivers down Kathy’s spine.

Shaking her head at the thought, “If the news spreads around town fast enough, we can salvage this! Noah. Please hurry up! I can’t deal with Sabian on my own!” Kathy exclaimed in frustration as her internal monologue spewed into actual words.

Nursing Sabian’s wounds, “I haven’t seen the boss lady this happy in a long time! I guess the amount of people gathered on the outside got her juices bubblin’!” Genie commented. “I guess it would’ve been better if you consulted us first, though.” Genie continued on, sticking out her tongue playfully.

“I was trying to send my people a message while giving y'all a bit of free advertisement. But it seems I got carried away,” Sabian stated, attempting to smile as she’d dab away at his wounds with gauze, applying bandages to his face that gave him the appearance of a mummy.

“Hey. I noticed when Boss was pummeling on you, ya guarded your hands in a really awkward obvious way. What’s with that?” Genie commented, as Sabian’s body language was strange enough for her to pick up on the weird habit.

Looking at his hands, the man smiled warmly underneath the bandages, “These are my treasures. I gotta protect them at all cause even if I am a bit of a klutz! My foster dad used to say - ‘One day those hands of yours will paint something that will change the world.’ He was a drunk and terrible with money but that was my old man, you know?”

“Oh! Wow! You can paint?! That’s amazing! You gotta show me some of your work sometime!” Genie announced.

The woman’s enthusiastic response sent his ego soaring at an all-time high. To him, a woman’s enthusiasm was like an aphrodisiac to the soul and mind, and Sabian’s Neanderthal of a spiritual essence was surely massaged by her kind words.

“Foster Dad huh? I guess I can relate. Most of us carnies were all orphans until Big Boss picked us up. That’s why we’d do anything for her,” Genie responded, finishing up the bandaging as she’d fondly reminisced on her first encounter with the Mink Circus Leader.

“Hey Genie. I’m sorry to dump this on you but could I leave Sabian in your care? I need to go and scout something important for our mission,” Kathy chimed in, the talks of parents made her mind wander to her own father who’d just recently passed.

“Sure! I’ll hold down the fort! Take this,” Genie stated, digging through her belongings and revealing a Baby Den Den Mushi Snail. “I’ll give you a call if any of your guys show up,” Genie exclaimed.

“Genie. You're heaven-sent babe,” Kathy commented. Turning her gaze to Sabian in a very stern way, “And you, stay out of trouble. No harassing Miss Genie okay?” Kathy warned. Nodding his head in approval like a scolded child, Kathy donned her hood and blended into the crowd, off in search of the Tackling Wale’s location.

@Noah  @Anne La Tene



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Noah
[tracker=/t2666-tracker-noah-lacroix#17180]
Name : Noah Lacroix
Epithet : Red Falcon
Age : 18
Height : 1.88m
Weight : 86Kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : L'Aube du Monde
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Falcon
Quality Score : B
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 100,029,821
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 71

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Feb 14, 2024 7:03 pm
Noah started to walk around, trying to locate any familiar face within the increasing crowd of people trying to find the dinosaur. However, without a ‘dinosaur this way’ sign, finding Sabian might still be easier said than done: Without his transformation, the blonde was as easy to spot as every other human.

Among the people around here, though, Noah still stood out, as he was one of the only individuals who was openly carrying a weapon. However, this helped others who were looking for him to identify him as well. Some messengers sent to pick up the NRA operatives naturally found their way here and Noah quickly approached one of them.

Before the messenger could brief Noah, though, somebody else seized her chance and hugged the redhead. "You don’t know how happy I am to finally find you!" Noah ran into Kathy who, along with the messenger, quickly briefed him. Now he would at the very least know where he had to be. "Please, try your luck with Sabian. Maybe he will listen to you." With that, she also added where Noah could find him.

[plyr=revo]”Thanks, I’ll do my best. You go on ahead, I’ll follow shortly after, okay?”[/plyr] After a quick goodbye, Kathy already headed towards the Tackling Whale and Noah wished to follow soon after- ideally in the company of others, but in a worst-case scenario, he would leave alone. Shortly after, he exchanged a few words with the messengers, coordinating who would keep searching where- they still had some time left if they wished to arrive at the meeting point on time.

On his way to Genie where Noah hoped to find Sabian, he passed another scene which caught his attention. Unless his eyes were deceiving him, a swamp monster was roaming around. He paused in his tracks, deciding that there had to be a logical solution to this phenomenon- other than the circus collecting oddities. But, upon closer inspection, didn’t the ‘monster’ look pretty human and… somewhat familiar?

[plyr=revo]”Sorry, sorry, could you let me pass?”[/plyr] Noah excused himself as he tried to quickly sneak through the lines of people around him. [plyr=revo]”But we really need to prepare our performers right about now. Sorry again!”[/plyr] As soon as the last few words left his lips, he placed an arm around Anne and softly tried to lead her away. Shortly after, he whispered something into her ears. [plyr=revo]”Sorry for the sudden intrusion, but we still have a mission to accomplish, right?”[/plyr] Out in the open, Noah did not feel like talking too directly about their mission, but briefly passed on the information about where everybody should be and when. [plyr=revo]”Oh, and I’m Noah, by the way.”[/plyr] With that, he hurried along, on his way to reach Sabian.

At long last, he reached his destination and faced Sabian. [plyr=revo]”I guess you really want to make sure that the commanders are angry, huh?”[/plyr] With that, he quickly made sure to greet Sabian and thanked Genie for looking after him. [plyr=revo]”Don’t forget we still have a mission to accomplish. It looks like beautiful ladies are in danger and the commanders need every help they can get.”[/plyr] Was Noah lying? Yes, as far as he could tell, nobody was in danger yet. But if this small lie would speed up the process of gathering operatives, he would gladly apologize later. And it was not as if he had better things to think about while on his way to the Tackling Whale.

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Pikasso
Pikasso
[tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species : Mink
Faction : Civilian/Other
Alliance : Nox Prime
Crew : P.T.S.D.
Ship : Dead Air
Crew Role : Procurement Specialist
Devil Fruit : Suke Suke no Mi
Quality Score : S+
Balance : [bel] 302,000,000
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 90

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Port Teardrop Docks - 6:40AM




With every place she hitched a ride to, Aya always had a goal in mind. The world was full of beautiful things, marvelous sights, and breathtaking scenes, all just waiting to be artfully documented. Some islands broadsided a person with awe upon first sight.

Others.. took a bit more searching.

With the glorious visage of the storm evading depiction, her yearning to find something to fill that blank space on the canvas had only grown.

The comings and goings of this port were not the most inspiring, however. The invisible red panda couldn't hold back a yawn as she stared off at another ship unloading cargo further down the docks.

An artistic muse had to be lurking here somewhere... but where?




Port Teardrop Market - 6:50AM




Aya's wandering mind instinctively developed into wandering feet as she meandered and took in the sights.

She looked on silently as people went about their lives and passed the phantom by without a second thought. Shopping, haggling, petty theft, smashing open strange objects that littered the surrounding area with what seemed like dozens of little hard-shelled bubbles...

Taken aback, the see-through mink circled closer and plucked up one of the strange orbs.

If people hadn't been so engulfed in their own worlds, onlookers might have noticed the small object seeming to float a few feet above the ground as the clear artist looked it over.

Of course, it was only natural to shake it.

And when the container produced a noise that confirmed some sort of contents, Aya couldn't help but be all awash in curiosity. Suddenly the strange rubbish had become a source of thrilling mystery.

Without a second thought, Aya pocketed the capsule and it disappeared from view. She turned to leave...

...Until another round container fell into sight up ahead. It rolled a few feet, then rocked as if beckoning her to it.

Temptation proved too much for the runty woman.

After a little dash to close the distance, the capsule rose from the ground and spun mid-air as Aya lifted, examined, and shook it in the same way.

She was too enraptured with intrigue to realize at first that she wasn't the only one to have followed this lure. A scruffy-looking Lesser Mink man stood frozen in front of the invisible woman, trying to wrap his head around what he was seeing.

As if trapped in an unseen mirror Aya stared up at the man, completely still, wide-eyed, and still holding the tiny prize out in front of her.

Her gaze shifted from the man to the capsule and back as he tried and failed to stammer out some sort of questioning exclamation that might have gotten the attention of someone nearby.

"... Finders keepers."

With those two hushed words the second orb disappeared into thin air, the sound of Aya's hurried footsteps the only fleeting proof to the baffled man that any of this had been more than some sort of mid-morning fever dream.

That was enough of the market for her for one day.

Surely someplace less populated would prove more inspiring.

With her tiny treasures tucked away, Aya made her way out toward the shores to seek out a quiet spot on the beach to take stock of her new paltry prizes.

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Stone Okirama
Stone Okirama
[tracker=/t1924-stone-okirama#10456]
Name : Stone Okirama
Epithet : Kodiak
Age : 19
Height : 10'8" | 328 cm
Weight : 1458 lbs | 661 kg
Species : Human-Giant Hybrid
Faction : Marines
Crew : The Hunting Party
Ship : The Open Season
Marine Rank : Captain
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kuma Kuma no Mi, Model: Kodiak Bear
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 105,550,000
[[hardboiled]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 55

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Feb 19, 2024 11:42 pm
The glint of the gentlemanly Ensign’s silver arm would have surely blinded the bear of a man had he been born of average stature. Luckily, Stone had been born fortunate enough to live life without experiencing such inconveniences. Though the Kodiak could see what his second-in-command was doing clear as day, the same could not be said for the haggard charlatan in front of the duo.

[npc=misc]“You know, now that I think about it…”[/npc]

Turning tail with a swiftness usually reserved, the spindly scammer booked it back into the obnoxiously busy crowd.

[npc=misc]“It’s time for me to head out of here!”[/npc]

As the crafty criminal-turned-coward fled, Stone couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh, “Rahahahahaha! While this walk has been an eye-opening experience, I fear that we have dragged our feet long enough! Let’s catch up with the others, Moreau!”

Leading the charge was one of the few times that Stone felt that his height was a benefit and not a hindrance. Sure, being able to grab things atop very tall shelves was helpful, but when you are as big as Stone and running as fast as possible people tend to move out of the way. All things considered, the Captain believed they were making good time.

Reaching the outside of Warehouse No. 28, Stone noticed that only two sentries remained outside. Fearing the worst, the Captain picked up the pace even more and quickly found himself in front of the guardsman. “Kindness is the mother of all wisdom!”

After waiting a few seconds the mostly-dynamic duo was let into the warehouse. Stone did not quite understand what was being discussed beforehand, but after loudly entering all voices inside abruptly went silent. Feeling the eyes of his peers staring right through him, the Captain could only think one thing, “This is so embarrassing!”

Shortly After the Meeting…

“Arriving just one minute late… How disgraceful!”

First impressions meant a lot in the Marines. Stone’s only consolation was the fact that he still had time to redeem himself.

His team would not—

No.

They could not fail again.

…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?



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 vice-captain 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 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 the grouchy geezer from before.

La Crima | Sometime Between 8:00 AM and 10:20 AM

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.

But if Port Teardrop could be described as a pit chock-full of snakes, La Crima was a deafening swarm of locusts. The miscreants that call this town home may be but lowly pests to any diligent marine, but strength can be found in numbers, and the agents of justice were vastly outnumbered.

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Sabian McQueen
Sabian McQueen
[tracker=/t1159-sabian-t-mcqueen-s-tracker#6173]
Name : Sabian T. McQueen
Epithet : Lockjaw
Age : 28
Height : 6'3"
Weight : 220lbs
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : L’Aube Du Monde
Crew Role : Painter | Second In Command
Devil Fruit : Ryu Ryu no Mi (Dragon-Dragon Fruit), Model: Allosaurus
Balance : [bel] 56,200,000
[[jurassicbark]]

Posts : 67

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Sunflower (向日葵)



Sabian breathed a sigh of relief once he'd seen the redhead enter underneath the circus tent. Now, he could focus on knocking things down, and Noah could do all the mental heavy lifting. An ominous swamp-looking figure trailed Noah, causing Sabian to rub his eyes a few times to be sure he was seeing straight.

"That baldy had it coming to him! I just didn't expect him to be so strong! I mean, I knew he was a commander, but I thought my headlocks were world championship class!" Sabian shouted with a snarl.

Noah and Genie exchanged casual greetings as Sabian's ears perked up at Noah's comments about saving beautiful revolutionary comrades. Clearing his throat, the blonde knight for love and justice looked into the nearby mirror and fixed his outfit.

Picking out any remainders of seaweed and dusting off any remnants of sand from the beach, once spick and span, Sabian lunged once again into a proposal stance, grabbing Genie's hand. "I'm sorry, but we must part! The ladies—I mean, the revolutionary's life is one that makes him a rolling stone! And as the legendary saying goes - 'Lose your dream, you lose your mind.'" Sabian blurted out in a suave manner.

"Ughh… Okay. Thanks again for bringing us a crowd, Sunflower! I'm not sure about all the complicated stuff in the middle, but if you need to go, we'll give y'all a lot of the perfect cover!" Genie exclaimed, raring to go.

April 1, 1829, ~10:00 A.M.


As the circus performers prepped for their new influx of patrons, a snack cart carrying a variety of goods trailed the line for those waiting to gain entry to the show. Circling the block, after a few minutes, the snack salesman took a break by the nearby alleyway to smoke his favorite cigarettes opposite where the circus had pitched their tent.

After knocking on the cart three times, the stowaways made a break for it. Hopping off from the covered section of the snack cart, Sabian, Noah, and friends beelined it for the rendezvous point. "Damn it! We're gonna be late! Where's this Shackling Orca anyway?! Kathy mentioned it had paintings!" Sabian declared, checking his pocket watch for the time.

Later on that day, the mysterious Rabbit Mink and her circus of carnies put on a show that went down in La Crima's history books as one of the greatest ever beheld. However, strangely, Sabian had a sixth sense that they were being watched. As he’d look over his shoulder and at the adjacent alleys, he couldn’t see anyone, weird.

@Noah  @Anne La Tene



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Hyde Garland
Hyde Garland
[tracker=/t2330-hyde-garland#14068]
Name : Hyde Garland
Epithet : Death Dealer
Age : 23
Species : Human
Faction : Pirate
Devil Fruit : Fude Fude no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 13,000,000
Quality Score : A
Balance : [bel] 344,550,000
[[hardboiled]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 84

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Sabian's sixth scense would prove surprisingly accurate, for the little gang of revolutionaries was indeed being watched. From roof top to roof top, the bird moved across the buildings. A simple seagull, by the looks of it. A common bird, considering that La Crima was a port town. However, if one were to get a good look at the bird, one would notice something about it was quite...off. Subtle differences between it and what would actually be a genuine bird. As it stood though, the gull remained far back enough that nobody would notice this sort of thing, and who would pay attention to a simple bird as it perched on the rooftops, seemingly looking around, but its dark eyes always watching the group below.

Several blocks back, Hyde Garland casually strolled along, blending in with the crowd and seeming just like your regular denizen of the crime infested island.

It had been a neat little trick he had learned back in Ilisia, the ability to see and manipulate his creations. Though the last time he had done that, he had been controlling a small squad of fake marines, even impersonating their superior officer, and the strain had caused him to pass out. That wasn't the case today. Not only had he gotten more proficient with his devil fruit, but a simple bird was much more easier to handle by comparison. And it was through this feathered spy that Hyde had picked up quite a bit of interesting information.

A revolutionary meeting huh?

Truth be told, Hyde didn't really put a lot of stock in the Revolutionary Army. Sure, they both shared the distinction of being wanted criminals by the marines and the World Government, but for the most part, pirates were mainly out for themselves. Revolutionaries on the other hand were idealists. And while they always claim that they ultimately want to do good for the world, the funny thing about ideals is that they always tend to change under pressure, and normally in a bad way. Who was to say this group, if they had their way, wouldn't turn out just as bad, or perhaps even worse? Well, that was neither here nor there. Hyde was out for himself. No sense in getting tangled up with that lot.

That being said, a secret meeting was something of interest to him. That implied things were about to go down here. And while it may not affect him personally (unless whatever they were planning did, then he simply HAD to know about it), knowing such information might be useful. Certain people might be very eager to learn what is going on here. And this little fact was starting to give Hyde an idea on just what he wanted to do with himself. And if this all just turned out to be nothing, well, it at least provided him with a little distraction, and some inspiration.

That being said, he couldn't stop the feeling in his gut that told him that this would be something big. Especially if one of the revolutionary commanders was going to be present. And so he continued to stroll along, seemingly going in the same basic direction as the little group up ahead, but his little spy kept them firmly in his sights.


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Moreau
Moreau
[tracker=/t2360-jean-beaufort-moreau#14442]
Name : Moreau
Epithet : "Gentle-Weapon"
Age : 24
Height : 6'10
Weight : 222 lbs
Species : Human Cyborg
Faction : Marines
Crew : The Hunting Party
Marine Rank : Ensign
Crew Role : First Mate/Cook
Devil Fruit : Buki Buki no Mi (Arms Arms fruit)
Quality Score : S
Balance : [bel] 0
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 61

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La Crima Port | 10:16-20 AM

In all honesty, Moreau was thankful to have Stone’s sturdy leadership to lean against in the den of thieves; his persnickety ways did him little favors in the land of pirates, being late to bed and early to rise had dealt the dandy a devastating migraine — the entire morning had been little more than a whirl of blurring forms. The only thing he had fully absorbed from the morning’s meeting had been their mission: help the operation shut down a shickibukai’s explosive materials factories, he and his Captain were to investigate the shipyard at La Crima. 

Amongst the few thoughts that passed through the exhausted gentleman’s mind as they traveled to La Crima, the most notable was this: one of the warlords is supplying weapons to the revolutionaries? I thought the entire point of extending them that title was to get them under control, why would a pirate choose to agree to the Navy’s terms if they were just going to stab us in the back? I hope we uncover something that proves our suspicions wrong…

… but if they are correct — what’s this guy’s endgame?

It wasn’t long before the undercover Marines arrived at their skullduggerous destination. 

Though he was bleary-eyed and had a splitting headache, Moreau snapped to attention the moment he overheard the dockworkers’ unsettling conversation. They were clearly talking about the object of the mission; were he more lucid and well-rested, perhaps the undercover Navyman’s better judgment would have prevented him from leaping into judgment. 

But the ordinarily precocious young man’s patience was wearing thin, and his hatred and distrust for pirates had grown more severe ever since the loss of his arm. Turning back to Stone before heading to mingle with the dockworkers, the mustachioed man spoke in a low whisper, “You should make the call. We have the perfect lead right here in front of us-- they were just talking about the explosive materials being sold off to some rebels. I’m going in. Either I can talk these rapscallions into revealing more than they mean to, or we can force the information out of them.”

With an eerily gleeful and frantic expression, Moreau did his best to play the part of a common criminal. The morning seemed almost unreal already, it seemed fitting to play the part of an actor on this stage; to not reveal even a fraction of his true identity as he masked it over, and then over again.

“Hello my fellow pirates, ‘tis I, Captain Bert Montifringilla; though I’ve a bounty of millions, I enjoy the finer things in life. You men look positively run-ragged by your work! Tell me, would you two care to take a morning break for tea?”

Though the undercover cop approached the men rapidly, and under… questionable pretenses at best, if there was one thing that “Bert” knew how to do, it was set a tea table. Almost as if out of thin air the devil prepared three seats and three cups of tea for the dockworkers.

“Please, join me! Tell me your favorite part about it down here in La Crima! Mine is living so close to Carbuncle, truly I think that the brilliant minds running the factories over on that island have brought so much amazing trade and, ehm — employment opportunities here with them! I’ve hardly met a proper local, such as myself, who has even a singular minute negative thing to say about them! Tell me, my fellows, wouldn’t you agree? To Carbuncle, the infallible titan of industry!”

The pale-faced, obviously not from-around-town man offered up his teacup for a toast, waggling his eyebrows as though to invite them to properly celebrate Carbuncle. In truth, the silver-handed socialite was just as ready to throw a punch as he was to enjoy a sparkling morning’s conversation with the men whose work he had intruded upon.

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Stone Okirama
Stone Okirama
[tracker=/t1924-stone-okirama#10456]
Name : Stone Okirama
Epithet : Kodiak
Age : 19
Height : 10'8" | 328 cm
Weight : 1458 lbs | 661 kg
Species : Human-Giant Hybrid
Faction : Marines
Crew : The Hunting Party
Ship : The Open Season
Marine Rank : Captain
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kuma Kuma no Mi, Model: Kodiak Bear
Quality Score : A
Balance : [ber] 105,550,000
[[hardboiled]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 55

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“We’ll stick close by just in case things go south. Usually, stuff like this never ends up going as planned…”

Leaving the vicinity as discreetly as a ten-foot-tall man could, Stone crept away from the dock. It didn’t exactly feel right to leave Moreau alone with the group of loose-lipped laborers, but Stone knew his strengths, and acting was not one of them.

Peeking over a somewhat nearby pile of boxes just shorter than himself, the marine captain woke up the sleeping Den Den Mushi in his shirt pocket.

“Rear Admiral sir, this is Captain Okirama. The dock workers say explosives are being made out of a factory in Carbuncle. Ensign Moreau is seeing if we can learn more from them. What would you have us do?”

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Karl Friedrich
Karl Friedrich
[tracker=/t1546-karl-friedrich#8615]
Name : Karl Friedrich
Epithet : Venomous Bartender
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)
Bounty : [ber=r] 10,000,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 133,726,643
[[childofdestiny]][[masterchef]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 97

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~6:45 AM
Shores of Dexter Eyeland
Jolly Keys

Sun was blazing from the sky, but a cold shiver went down his spine. Frantically Karl began to comb his hand over the front of his upper body.

[plyr=pirt]"Where is it? It has to...- Oh thank a deity!"[/plyr]

Karl pulled a bottle from the depths of his shirt. The deep brown flask carried a wrinkled label. Time had not been kind to it, with the letters left barely readable. But that was simply another status symbol, a mark of a historical beverage.

One very treasured bottle had survived... But what about the others? Karl recollected himself and dusted himself off from the sand. [plyr=pirt]"Volllllloooooooo..."[/plyr] He tried to get the attention of the warden of this hell... But he was nowhere to be seen. But he could hear him...

And he was not alone.

As he began to take steps towards the crashed Emilia, his heart sank. [plyr=pirt]"I've got a bad feeling about this."[/plyr] Emilia the blimp was in less than ideal shape. For fragile items to survive without them being properly tied down... Minimal.

But Karl still had hope.

[plyr=pirt]"Let's go see if any of your younger siblings survived."[/plyr] Along with the bottle of a dozen, Karl headed over to the ship. With a desire to punch Volo in his face, Karl found the strength to hold his fist back. Seeing if any of the bottles survived was his first priority. Bartending was his bread and butter.

Casually he walked past Volo and an unfamiliar figure, paying no mind to the two. He was a man on a mission with a single goal in mind.

~6:50 AM
Storage room no.1, Emilia's Interior
Jolly Keys

[plyr=pirt]"I am ruined."[/plyr]

Deep down Karl had hoped the situation was better. But that was a web of lies he kept creating for himself.

He slid the bottle of dozen back into his shirt for safekeeping while starting to browse through what once was an inventory... An inventory that could once upon a time quench the thirst of a dozen men, for at least a few days!

And now it was gone, turned to liquid and shards of glass.

Rummaging through the crates, fate smiled upon Karl... A single bottle of vodka! [plyr=pirt]"That's something... I guess."[/plyr] He dug his teeth into the wooden cork and pulled it off the bottle. Rummaging a bit more, he found a small glass which is primarily used to serve bourbon.

Karl poured a bit of the clear liquid into the glass and raised it immediately after. [plyr=pirt]"Here's to you all... You shall all be restored one day."[/plyr] And he downed the Vodka from the glass, letting the burning liquid flow through his throat.

[plyr=pirt]"And here's one... To celebrate the survival."[/plyr] He stopped himself from downing the shot. What was once a clear liquid had now turned slightly pinker. A drop of blood had made its way into the glass.

He gently placed down the vodka bottle and rubbed his face a bit. Perhaps he had hit his head and was seeing things, but the reality seeped in once he moved the hand off the face.

His hand was covered with blood.

[plyr=pirt]"That's... Not good."[/plyr]

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Noah
Noah
[tracker=/t2666-tracker-noah-lacroix#17180]
Name : Noah Lacroix
Epithet : Red Falcon
Age : 18
Height : 1.88m
Weight : 86Kg
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Crew : L'Aube du Monde
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Tori Tori no Mi, Model: Falcon
Quality Score : B
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 100,029,821
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 71

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Before Noah could properly process everything, Sabian was already on his way. [plyr=revo]”As eager as ever, huh?”[/plyr] The redhead should probably hurry not to lose track of his partner again, but he waited for another moment to leave Genie with a few parting words. [plyr=revo]”I can assure you that spending time with him quickly ends in a surprise, so being unable to follow his plans can happen often enough. But thanks again for looking after him, I’ll better follow before he gets too far ahead!”[/plyr] With that, his farewells were complete and he could only hope that the circus could profit from Sabian’s spontaneous advertisement.

When Noah heard Sabian’s words on their short trip, he quickly corrected him. [plyr=revo]”The Tackling Whale, not Shackling Orca, Sabian.”[/plyr] So far so good, assuming he would listen, but the redhead could almost feel sorry for the blonde. As it seemed, he was not the only one who had tried to trick Sabian. Noah might want to start thinking of an apology while he still could. For now, however, he hoped to bring Sabian to the right place instead.

As they approached, Kathy was the first to greet them. "Great, you made it in time!" A sigh of relief left Noah’s lips. The first hurdle of this operation was behind him. A look on a watch later and the redhead knew that the meeting should start in a few minutes. Soon, the mystery surrounding this whole operation would finally be lifted and they would learn why they were sent here today.

WC: 256 | 2,170/10,000
Anne La Tene
Anne La Tene
[tracker=/t2747-tracker-anne-la-tene#17931]
Name : Anne La Tene
Epithet : Iron Fencer Maquet
Age : 0
Species : Human
Faction : Revolutionaries
Balance : [bel] 2,050,000
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 13

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Things were already happening much too quickly and chaotically for Maquet’s liking. First the hurricane, then the swim to shore while barely conscious, and now mistaken for a sea monster and forcefully drafted into the circus by the public? It felt like fate was playing a game of cards and dice with her, and she didn’t know all the rules. Then one of her allies pulled her aside and delivered the message she needed. Her ally introduced himself, and before she could answer, he took his leave. ”...Maquet.” She was sure she was too late, but it would have been rude not to at least try to reply.  

Maquet now knew the time and place of the meeting, but she still needed to know how to get there. The more immediate issue, however, was how to get away from the crowd that thought she was part of the performances. She went to speak, to try to convince them to let her leave - after all, she couldn’t just sneak away looking how she did. When she tried, however, she stumbled forward and nearly fell. All of this took much more out of her than she realized.

Someone in the crowd asked if she was sick. ”I’m fi-” Maquet began to assure them, but then had an idea. ”...no, can’t hide it,” she said ponderously. They expected an act? She would give them one. She swayed and drooped, talking in a deep, menacing yet ill-sounding rumble. ”Am sick. Came anyway. Should be home, but must perform. Did not want to disappoint...” Sympathetic members of her audience told her they understood, and to go home and get some rest. Some of the younger or more naive onlookers wondered where swamp things lived or how they could get sick.

”Okay… I go home…” Maquet lurched forward, and the crowd made an opening for her. She slunk off slowly yet deliberately away, until she was completely out of sight. She then sloughed off the seaweed and other gunk, and started her search for the Tackling Whale. While she had no such luck with that endeavor, the hand that fate did deal her scored really high in her mind.

”Sir!” She saluted the figure before her.

[npc=revo]“Maquet,”[/npc] Stout cheerfully exclaimed, [npc=revo]“You’re all right!”[/npc] He gave her a pat on the shoulder, then frowned. [npc=revo]“Where the Eight Hells have you been?”[/npc]

”The circus.”

[npc=revo]”Wha- the circ- …ya know, that makes sense. They’re always looking for more clowns.”[/npc]

”...ouch. Fair enough. So…”” Maquet leaned in and spoke softly. ”We’re supposed to meet at-”

[npc=revo]”The Tackling Whale, yes. I’ve been helping lead my lost sheep there already. Just follow me.”[/npc]

Soon the two had arrived at their destination, entering quietly and checking to see who all had made it.
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Volo Rosso
Volo Rosso
[tracker=/t2130-volo-rosso-airheart#12332]
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
Bounty : [ber=r] 30,000,000
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [ber] 85,378,125
[[untouchable]][[childofdestiny]][[punchoutguru]]
Posts : 103

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0830 hours | Port Teardrop | Jolly Keys

"C'mon! Hurry up!" Winny shouted as he sprinted ahead, jumping onto the bridge railing.

Turning back with a grin stretched ear to ear, "Welcome to Port Teardrop!" Throwing his hands up to accent the vast city behind him before quickly pointing out a single mountain in the backdrop.

"The river starts alllllllllllllll the way up there! And then it rushes like wooooosh! Alllllll the way down to here!" His animated gestures only highlight his current excitement.

"And the whoooooooooollle town is built right 'ere on top of it! Pretty cool right?! Granny always says her and Pops helped with a lot of the modern construction on it. If it wasn't for them we coulda all been washed away during a storm."

The monkey boy took a few steps along the railing before turning back to Volo and Karl.

"OH!" Winny shouted before turning back to Volo as he approached, "And you guys don't need to worry, ain't no marines welcome around 'ere!" Following up the statement with a wink and a nod to the pair of pirates.

Glancing around before continuing, he leaned down and whispered, "I saw your flag.." His hand marked a cross over his chest, his tone even more hushed than before, "Secrets safe with me, promise."

Volo snickered before tussling the boy's hair, "Good, 'cause otherwise, we'd have to kill ya. Pirates code and all, you get it."

"Mhm!" Winny nodded sternly as he folded his arms, "Pirates code for sure!" Said with the confidence of a hardened pirate, or that of an experienced bullshitter.

As the trio crossed the bridge, the squawking of gulls and salt air of the coast was replaced by the hustle and bustle of the early morning market.

A soft morning glow illuminated the buildings and reflected off the portions of exposed water. White buildings, clear water, and smiling faces along the streets, all seemed to give the city a filter of innocence to the untrained eye.

Like the river hidden beneath them, the crowds of people flowed unimpeded, seeming to bend and curve around obstacles instead of stopping.

"Oi! Winny!" A deep voice shouted out from the crowd, drawing the little grease balls' attention.

Perking up, he noticed a shining bald head belonging to a large man whose hair appeared to have migrated to the rest of his body some time ago, "Mr. Jericho!" He shouted back, "What can I do for ya?!"

"Tell yer Gran the 'eaters on the fritz again, could use some of that tender lovin' 'are you two are always goin on about."

"Sure, we can take a look at it later..." He paused, "But it'll cost ya, that heater of yers ain't exactly in primo condition and we both know yer too cheap to get a new one." Volo noticed a twinkle in the boy's eye, one he had not seen yet. One that could burn a hole in anyone's pocket.

"If it weren't for yer prices I could 'fford a new one by now."

"If it weren't for our quality of work you wouldn't have one at all." Winny chimed back. "Everyone knows we are the best in the Keys."

"Tch. If it weren't for the quality of work, you and yer Gran would be outta business with those prices you be charging, boy."

He took notice of Volo and Karl tagging along, "Oi, you two better be 'areful, this one here, he and his Gran will get ya if ya don't watch out. Yagagagagagagaga."

"Quality work lasts far longer than the feeling of a good deal, you should know that by now Mr. Jericho."

"Quoting the old bag now too, eh? Yagagagagaga, just tell yer Gran for me, would ya?" With a smile and a wave, the man disappeared into the crowds.

Winny turned back to the pair and gave em a nod, "Don't mind old man, Jericho, he's just a grouchy ol grump." Pausing for a moment, "That's what Gran says anyway, I think he's pretty nice. But sometimes he pays us with food instead of money. Gran says it's okay, but I think Beli is better."

The trio continued on, Winny stopping and chatting with those in the town. It was clear he and his Grandmother were very well-known in the area something that seemed to help keep the dirty looks shot in Volo and Karl's direction at bay. Even with a higher tolerance than other places in the Keys, not everyone was happy to see strangers.

"Looks like we lucked out," Volo mumbled to Karl as the pair hung back a bit from their excited tour guide. "End up with the best mechanic on the island and all we had to do was crash for it. Wahahahaha."

0910 Hours | Bell's Gear's and Grease | Port Teardrop

"Here we are!" Winny exclaimed proudly as he presented a small shed with a squeaky swaying sign. Pallets of parts and machinery were stacked in front of it and the ground was stained black from oil.

"Oh." Volo mumbled, "This, this is it..?" It was far from a dump, but the modest size did not match the stories Winny had told. The perspective of a child verse that of a young adult varied wildly.

"What..?" Winny asked, "Something wrong..?" A hint of disappointment could be heard in his voice.

"Huh? Oh, uhhh, no it's fine, great, it's great, yeah... I just, I don't know..." He leaned around the side of the building to see if he was missing something. "I just expected more, I guess...?"

Winny snickered with excitement before rubbing his nose, "Wait till ya see the inside!"

WC 944/3,663
Karl Friedrich
Karl Friedrich
[tracker=/t1546-karl-friedrich#8615]
Name : Karl Friedrich
Epithet : Venomous Bartender
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)
Bounty : [ber=r] 10,000,000
Quality Score : B
Balance : [ber] 133,726,643
[[childofdestiny]][[masterchef]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 97

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~8:30 AM
Port Teardrop
Jolly Keys

Usually, Karl would consume the scenery that Port Teardrop provided... But the eventful morning had consumed his whole appetite for adventure. He knew that all they had to do now was get their blimp fixed and get away from the island.

In pain and fairly unattentive, Karl followed Winny and Volo. He paid no attention to the tour he was about to receive. His strength was being used to fight the throbbing pain underneath the bandages around his forehead.

Fortunately for him, the wound had not been as thirsty. It was generous enough to save a bit of vodka after cleanup. It was a perfect drink. A shot of it and the pain vanished, even if for a moment. And every twenty to thirty minutes, the clear liquid was poured once more into the glass he was carrying with him.

[plyr=pirt]"Cheers."[/plyr] He mumbled before taking each shot from the glass.

A tour through Port Teardrop took longer than it probably would take... That's what happens when they have to stop after every few minutes. Someone amongst them was mister popular, and that sure as hell was not Karl nor Volo. Volo went as far as to even call Winny the best mechanic, possibly the best tour guide.

With an unamused voice, Karl responded to Volo after he had downed another shot. [plyr=pirt]"All it takes is a moment to make a rose out of this glass bottle."[/plyr] Fortunately for Karl, the journey through Port Teardrop was about to come to an end... But was the actual journey over?

After forty minutes of walking, they had made it. Their destination.

A shed, with a squeaky swaying sign.

'Bell's Gears and Grease'

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Ickarus
Ickarus
[tracker=/t2738-tracker-ickarus-helion#17847]
Name : Ickarus Helion
Epithet : '"Featherfoot" OR "Waxhead"
Age : 23
Height : 6'3"
Weight : 185 lbs / 85 kg
Species : Skyfolk
Faction : Pirates
Crew : Waxhead Pirates
Ship : Candlelight
Crew Role : Captain / Shipwright
Devil Fruit : Doru Doru no Mi (Wax-Wax Fruit)
Bounty : [bel=r] 1,500,000
Quality Score : S
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 5,000,000
Balance : [bel] 24,130,000
[[childofdestiny]][[masterchef]]
Posts : 29

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~8:30 AM, April 1, 1829, Port Teardrop in the Jolly Keys…

“Well, tha’s a balluh wax, innit?”

An aged dockworker observed the off-white misshapen sphere that the two had just dredged up. “Well, I’ll be dayum’d. Wonder if it’s worff anythink…”

His junior gave a half-toothed lopsided smile. “Prolly. C’mon, gotta gets the thing tuh town first.”

The pair squatted and tensed, hands slipping as they failed to find purchase on the slick, slightly slimy ball. After an embarrassingly long amount of time, they began their trek back from the docks towards the town of Port Teardrop. The elder dockworker glared at those who looked greedily at his waxen treasure; the Jolly Keys were oversaturated with pirates, gangs, thieves, and the like, and Port Teardrop was no exception.

“Ay, watch it, you–!” the younger of the two snapped as he was tripped. The two’s balance was offset and the wax began to tumble out of their hands. Swiftly, an assortment of characters emerged from the shadows and dashed over to the heavy ball. Their hands lunged forward, looking to snatch the wax and run.

The old dockworker planted himself between the thieves and the wax ball. “Now this think here’s is mine. Scurry and steal sommat else, fleabags.”

“Funny you think there was an option, old fool.” the one who tripped the pair up drawled.

“Sellin’ this ‘ere wax’ll feed our fam’lies, men! Ye can’ jus’ take it!” the old man’s partner cried.

“Does it look like I care about your families?” the thief said.

“Man, that was a good nap!” the ball of wax said. Every eye involved in the situation was drawn to the sphere. The short fall had splintered one side of the ball, from which a voice was echoing. “Hmm…Doesn’t feel or sound like I’m at sea anymore. Let’s get outta here…”

The small crowd looked on slack-jawed as the sphere melted and a man stood up from the goopy liquid. The newcomer’s hand ruffled his waxy white hair and smiled at the group.

“Heyo! Mind telling me where I am? I’ve no idea, wah-yayayayayaya!

The thieves blinked a few times, utterly bewildered. “Come, men,” the tripping thief grunted. “There’s nothing for us now.”

The two dockworkers breathed sighs of relief mixed with disappointment. Nothing to show for a morning’s work.

Ickarus (for of course it was he) tilted his head in a pout. “Jerks,” he spat. He shifted his grey eyes to the two who were unknowingly carrying him moments ago. “You two know these islands? Or are you just as lost as me?”

The old man cleared his throat, still caught off guard by the waxman. “Well, where y’are righnow is a chain o’ islands called the Jolly Keys, an’ this town’s called Port Teardrop. Pirates ‘n’ scoundrels frum all ‘cross the South flock ‘ere all the time.”

“Hmm,” Ickarus mused. “I don’t suppose we’re near Pline Peaks?”

“Not too bad uva cruise,” the younger one responded. “Couple o’ days east.”

A grimace plagued Ickarus’s features. The putrid smell of fish on the dock was so not helping his irritation at being stranded on an unknown island. “Any shot you two’ve got a ship or something? I got separated from my crew.”

“Unless ya came on a ship, there ain’t much we can do,” the old man said, rubbing his shoulder.

Ickarus exhaled huffily. “Any ships for sale or rent? Maybe one that crashed? I’m a shipwright, so I might be able to fix up a busted one.”

“Well…” the senior considered. “No normal vessels’ve bin wrecked ‘ere recently tha’ I know of. But I did hear a rumor abou’ a…wha’ was it? Blimp? West of the village, I think.”

The junior dockworker shrugged. “Yuh, I heard summat like tha’. Annoway it’s real, though. That stuff’s only in fairy tales ‘n’ dreams.”

Wah-yayayaya! Ickarus smiled. A trail to follow! “A rumor’s a better chance than nothing. You guys were trying to sell my wax, right? Here…”

The two dockworkers watched in wonder as wax poured off of the man, forming a solid ball twice the size of the one he was in. Before the pair could even start to sputter thanks, the pirate was gone.

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An actual blimp! Even if I can’t get a ride on it, I’ve gotta see it! The ingenuity it would take to build something like that…

The white-headed waxman strolled in the direction the old man said was west. Ickarus noticed that suspicious looks were thrown around constantly, which he supposed was reasonable for a place that seemed like the heart of crime.

As he strutted down the cobble road, he entertained himself by thinking of what his crew was doing. Nauplius is probably super annoyed with me. Well, it isn’t the first time, and it certainly won’t be the last!

A chuckle escaped his lips at that thought. Suddenly, he flicked his head around. To the left, right, behind…Ickarus had no idea where he was. The waxman had just started walking and he let his mind wander. He supposed he could just walk back where he thought he came from, but there was no guarantee he’d end up back in Teardrop.

Ickarus slowly continued forward, a level of decisiveness now following every footfall. As if the thought he might be lost awakened him, he swore he could feel the eyes of everyone crawling across his back. He walked a tad bit quicker, looking behind him as his slow stroll broke into a run.

WHAM!

“Gah!” Ickarus roared. A metal sign swung on its hinges, the chains holding it up angrily tinkling down on the man who had run into it. “Stupid sign! Who decided to put a hanging hunk of metal there?!”

His tunnel vision, previously focused on that swinging piece of scrap, widened back to normal. The sight that greeted him was less than ideal; three people were congregated beneath the sign which Ickarus had just dashed full-speed into. He finally read the words inscribed on the rusty metal: 'Bell’s Gears and Grease.'

The first person was a blond man in bartender’s clothes; the second, a greasy redheaded kid; and the third was…himself.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t Ickarus, but whoever he was had to be his long lost cousin or something! Apart from the greenish-teal hair, they were identical! Anger boiled inside of the waxman.

“Hey!” Ickarus barked up at his reflection, who smelled strangely like smoke. “You can’t just steal my look! The goggles and coat are my thing!”

WC: 1083 / 2136

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8:25 AM
Port Teardrop Market - Near Bell's Gear and Grease

Shoulders slumped and not from the weight of his overly stuffed rucksack, as burdened as it was with his recent haul, he sighed heavily. Picking up another emptied Gacha. The plastic ball was discarded thoughtlessly and tossed away after the wealth had been retrieved.

Yelling at no one in particular, excluding perhaps, the world at large.

"ITS VALUE DROPS IMMEDIATELY UPON OPENING!!!"

Orion wasn't the type to act without thinking, as much as his recent actions begged to differ. Of course, he liked to present himself that way if he could. Sensible nonsense was just as effective a strategy as an umbrella to the face. Orion preferred when people didn't know which one of those to expect.

Yet here, among all the quick-fingered, skull-dug, enterprising sorts, he lost himself to the hoard of riches they had acquired. In a dream state, drunk on dopamine, Orion was skipping along a golden road forged of collectors edition bottle caps. He built a mountain of bobbleheads, with hubris to match its great height.

Just like the bobbleheads, he bobbled. Half-formed thoughts formed complete action, and now he followed Gacha toys, their shells, and discarded caps like a trail of plastic breadcrumbs.

Port Teardrop had changed during his quest for redemption. Well-maintained merchant shops, immaculately decorated and staffed by sharply dressed men and women were replaced with street stalls manned by street vendors and hawkers with wary eyes. The iconic stone bridges grew worse for wear and the cobblestones became more and more disparate in their placement, as if replaced by any old rock or stone found along the way.

Orion grew more sure with every misplaced Gacha he found, that he would not be able to collect them all. He could already imagine the empty spaces on the cabinet where they would have been displayed. Open wounds on his Collector's Pride.

"I'm morose."

Sulking, and with enough self-punishment to warrant therapy, Orion trudged along cobbled streets. Each ball led him further into Port Teardrop proper. On a winding chase through alleyways and storm drains. Through an open window, an inhabited bathtub, and a very disgruntled old Oni man. Through water fountains and a bird's nest.

Admittedly, Orion was still able to find some enjoyment in ruining a bird's day. Silver linings.



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