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[World Event] A Fool's Errand

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Volo Rosso
[tracker=/t2130-volo-rosso-airheart#12332]
Name : Volo Rosso Airheart
Epithet : Red Wing Volo
Age : 19
Height : 6'0"
Weight : 190
Species/Tribe : 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 : [bel] 378,125
[[untouchable]][[childofdestiny]][[punchoutguru]]
Posts : 114

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Thu May 23, 2024 6:17 pm
Volo soared across the ferry in a single bound leaving behind a trail of swirling gray smoke.

"Oi! Karl, what's goi-...?!!!!" Going from a potentially epic landing to having his legs swept out from under him. Letting out a panicked yell as the pi(lot)rate found himself tumbling face-first into the wooden planks of the deck.

"What the hell was that?!" Looking around stunned, "I swore..." His eyes locked onto his new chore-boy backing him up, though his aim left much to be desired. "Yeeesh.."

"Oi, new guy, I appreciate the effort, ya know, following orders and all...." He paused for a moment to point out Karl and the man he was tussling with. "But uhh, the guys over here."

Dusting himself off, Volo cocked his head to the side. "Wha...?" He began to frantically rummage through his pockets. "Shit, shit, shit..." Mumbling as he darted his head in every direction, left, right, up, down. Each time the movement grew more and more panicked

"No. No. No."

Then the chore boy saved the day.

"Idiots! I found who has your stuff! Grab 'em!"

Cracking his knuckles in anger, "Don't worry Susu, I'm coming!"

Chapter 5

Volo mostly ignored the human cutting board, his mind drifting as he took in the surroundings. The absent-minded look on his face, as he picked his nose, did wonders to sell Winny's story. A true engineer if there ever was one.

Only the arrival of the Fishman snapped the boy back to reality, and just like Winny, stars appeared in his eyes at the sight of his first. "Wow!" Volo shouted.

"Shishishishi! You should join my crew!" Snickering as he mimicked the Fishman's puffed chest. Unable to contain his excitement at the thought of a race between the three of them. The rowdy trio became fast friends, growing louder with every word.

Until a rotund monocle quieted the scene with the weight of his words. Words that once again had Volo drifting off into a world of his own.

WC 333/5,248
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/Tribe : 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
Quality Score : A
Balance : [bel] 189,850,000
[[jurassicbark]]

Posts : 75

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Sunflower (向日葵)



Disguised as dingy dock workers, the best way to describe the duo’s garb, Maquet and Sabian quickly chipped through the docks. Well, Sabian did, but after a while, he realized his pace was a little too upbeat for Conrad. After pondering it for a bit, he also noticed she had opted to put on her hood, such a great idea for covert work!

“Biahalala! I should’ve gotten a hoodie myself!” Sabian announced cheerfully.

Remnants of the squabbles between the marines and pirates riddled the yard, and minimal staff or ships remained. It was almost a ghost town; those who remained were fragments of each side trying to get a grip on what had just occurred. It would be a while before the duo encountered anyone.

“You two!” A voice called out in the distance. Reluctant at first, Sabian hardened his resolve and walked over like a stiff tin man towards the stranger—acting wasn’t his forte at all.

“Good day to you,” Sabian responded, trying to change his voice to a deeper pitch.

“It’s well into the afternoon, you nut! What’s with your voice? You got a cold or something?! Anyways! Grab a box! We gotta get this cargo ready for the emergency vessels the Big Boss is sending! Those damn marines and pirates! They made a mess of our shipping schedule! Ain’t no way we’ll make that order to Carbuncle in time!” the dock worker declared, scoffing in dismay.

Sighing a breath of relief, Sabian switched to auto-pilot for manual labor. Digging through his stolen backpack, he secured a pair of rugged gloves to his hands and began moving the inventory as instructed. The disgruntled manager then handed over a clipboard to Maquet to keep a record of the stock being moved into a nearby hangar.

“These boxes are heavy! What in the world is in them?” Sabian thought to himself as he huffed and puffed along.

“Heavy, huh?” the manager exclaimed. “We get shipments with these weird logos on them all the time. No clue what’s inside them. I’m just told to handle them with care because they belong to some big shot trader on Carbuncle,” the factory worker explained.

“Probably some kind of rock. Yeah. Definitely some heavy rocks,” Sabian exclaimed dimwittedly.

The worker broke out into laughter. “I certainly don’t think we’d be shipping rocks! Though these boxes are as heavy as one! You jest! I like you, kid. Takes a lot of guts to come and work even after that mess with the marines!” the manager exclaimed.

Resting down the cargo, Sabian took a seat atop one of the boxes. “What happened there anyway? I was late for work evidently,” Sabian inquired.

“The marines and this pirate dude with a Gurdy got into a squabble. I heard a samurai marine took him down. Now us workers are left to clean up the mess, and a few of the pirates have fled marine capture—meaning it’s not even safe around here, but guys gotta eat, you know what I mean!” the manager explained.

Pondering the worker's words, the duo continued to move boxes into the container's walls. They exchanged idle chit-chat about gossip around the dock, workers who had scandalous romances, and managers who’d been abusing their power, accepting bribes.

“I think this whole mess has to do with the Iron Beast,” the worker exclaimed, finally finishing the job and gesturing for Maquet and Sabian to join him for coffee.

“Iron Beast? As in the Warlord?” Sabian inquired, remembering reading about him in the latest Coo at headquarters.

“Yeah. His name came up while the workers were cleaning up the marines' mess. We factory workers don’t get much action, you know, so gossip spreads fast in these little hollow walls! Don’t let the dock size fool you! We always have little tidbits of information!” the man declared with pride.

La Crima Docks - 12:45 p.m.


Pouring himself a glass of coffee into a small silver canister, he decorated the hot beverage with an array of sugars and milk. Sipping slowly, opting to blow and then drink to avoid burning his lips, the worker, void of time and place, divulged the activities and nitty-gritty details of the marine’s earlier squabble.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker announcement went through the dock’s snail com. “All available hands to the main entrance! There’s a pack of circus workers trying to illegally access the dock! I said, all hands to the west entrance!” the intercom message broadcasted.

@Noah  @Anne La Tene



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Sabian’sTracker


Group Details and Order :
Noah
Noah
[tracker=/t2666-tracker-noah-lacroix#17180]
Name : Noah Lacroix
Epithet : Red Falcon
Age : 18
Height : 1.88m
Weight : 86Kg
Species/Tribe : 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] 76,459,821
[[childofdestiny]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 86

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun May 26, 2024 6:12 pm
The ongoing hustle and bustle gave Noah a certain amount of relief. Given how many of the officials were looking into the bombing, he most certainly enjoyed the reduced attention they were giving the dock workers. However, it might be best to escape before all the officials would eventually take their time to look into the dock workers again.

[plyr=revo]”Be wary. We better get out of here as soon as we find a suitable escape.”[/plyr] Noah kept his voice down, but with all the actual dock workers' conversations, he could have spoken louder without drawing any real attention. Kathy nodded, slowly moving forward, as fast as the crowd allowed.

Not long after, though, the bigger group the revolutionaries were in suddenly stopped. Noah needed a moment to find the reason but eventually disliked what he saw. Even though the group stood in front of what looked like an exit, marine soldiers were unwilling to let anybody leave so easily. Officials were animatedly arguing with the people in the front, but did not seem to budge.

"Hey, look over there.", Kathy mumbled into Noah’s ears, while nodding and looking at an alleyway. It was enough to gain Noah’s attention, without alarming passersby. When Noah looked over there, he saw how some dock workers detached from the group and entered said alleyway. "This might be a better solution, right?"

Given how eager the few soldiers in front of the group were to argue, quickly detaching from the group might now be the escape the revolutionaries needed. Trusting in the locals’ knowledge, Noah decided to take this risk before security would tighten again. As an answer, Noah nodded, grabbed Kathy’s hand so that he would not lose her so easily in the ensuing struggle to get out of the group, and walked near the alleyway.

Others started to do the same, but before any officials realised what happened, the revolutionaries were already out of sight. [plyr=revo]”Good, better step it up a notch before they send a patrol this way!”[/plyr] Noah rushed to leave the crime scene without wasting time, with Kathy following his lead. Luckily for them, no officials were chasing them any time soon.

A few minutes later, Noah felt safe enough to speak again. [plyr=revo]”Now, we only need a way to get to Carbuncle.”[/plyr] Noah had an idea to travel in a worst-case scenario, but he was sure not all of his companions would be similarly inclined. "Maybe we should try to contact or reunite with the others?" Noah had to agree- finding a passage was what the others wanted to take care of. Thus, with a new goal in mind, they started to move again.

WC: 445 | 4,370/10,000
Pikasso
Pikasso
[tracker=/t2393-aya-pikasso-ruiz#14697]
Name : Aya Ruiz
Epithet : "Pikasso"
Age : 25
Height : 4'5"
Weight : 120 lb
Species/Tribe : 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 : 105

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun May 26, 2024 7:02 pm
This was all going easier than expected. With the squad of lesser minks more interested in distracting themselves than keeping track of their belongings, it was easy to poke paws into unprotected pockets.

A lighter and some little stuffed squirrel now sat snug as a bug in her own sweater pocket.

With all the commotion of accusations of theft going on, the invisible thief let herself linger two seconds too long. With the weird baton now invisible and in hand, she found herself staring up into the face of the white-haired lesser mink.

It took a moment of complete stillness for Aya to realize he still couldn't see her. It was a bittersweet moment of relief, quickly overshadowed as it dawned on her that he certainly seemed to have seen the theft.

That seemed as good an opportunity as any to turn tail and leave.

Not long after her heels hit the deck to run, a distressed chill ran up the Mink's spine.

Catching sight of the goop that now stuck to her shoulder wrung a shrill yelp out of her.

" ...Ew! "

The runty red panda grimaced and tried to wipe away the wax. It was no more pleasant to have on her hand. With an unseen flick of the wrist she attempted to sling it off.

The shouting and the sound of cracking knuckles behind her was a clear reminder that now was not the time to dawdle.

With frantic footfall she put distance between herself and the others now being rallied.

"...Keep your goo to yourself!"

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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/Tribe : 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
Quality Score : A
Balance : [bel] 189,850,000
[[jurassicbark]]

Posts : 75

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Sunflower (向日葵)



La Crima Docks - 12:50 p.m.


At the entrance, the marines and dock workers struggled to keep the carnies, who randomly demanded access to the docks, at bay. However, with two strong stomps of the Bunny Mink Boss's feet, the carnies gained entrance to the docks in no time.

“What a mess you’ve caused for our troop, Genie. I hope that blonde is worth it,” the Big Boss inquired.

“After he bowed his head and begged us like that… How could I say no?” Genie responded, scratching her head nervously.

“Well, aside from your work with the knives, you are one of the best navigators I’ve known on the seas. How else has our troop been able to travel from sea to sea with only seasickness to our name of ailments?” the Big Boss declared with a chuckle.

A squadron of gunmen arrived to quell the situation. The dock workers ran for cover while still trying to maintain a safe enough distance to monitor the chaos.

Dashing towards the entrance, Sabian abandoned his boxing lifting gig to greet the incoming posse. Waving his hands frantically, the circus workers noticed the brightly smiling artist signal in the distance. The Big Boss made quick work of the gunmen, using her electro to paralyze the Lesser Minks.

“Onward!” the Big Boss shouted.

With Maquet to his rear, Sabian reunited with Genie, whom he’d rendezvoused with earlier while Noah set up the mission at the docks.

“I’ve found a ship that they’re docking merchandise on! I’m not sure what kind of vessel you’re in the market for, but we can’t waste any more time on La Crima! I’m confident that Noah’s going to contact me at any time,” Sabian stated.

“You keep saying, ‘We have to go!’ But where to?! You just came storming into our tent asking for passage across the seas and a competent navigator but never said where we’re going!” Genie exclaimed.

“Eh. Ugh. Car- I can’t quite pronounce it. Look! Noah will cover the hard parts. I just had to find our ticket across the waters. It was either that or flying on the Captain’s wings! I’ve seen him fly; I think I’ll take my chances with you, Genie!” Sabian barked as the group paraded through the docks.

It was truly a sight to behold: elephants and troops of carnies rebelled inside the almost emptied La Crima Docks.

@Noah  @Anne La Tene



Word Count: 398. 5,750/10,000


Sabian’sTracker


Group Details and Order :
Anne La Tene
Anne La Tene
[tracker=/t2747-tracker-anne-la-tene#17931]
Name : Anne La Tene
Epithet : Iron Fencer Maquet
Age : 0
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Revolutionaries
Balance : [bel] 2,050,000
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 19

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri May 31, 2024 5:36 pm
So far, Maquet’s hoodie worked well, comforting her like a cloak of invisibility. If this continued in such a manner, perhaps she wouldn’t have any problems at all-

[npc=misc]”You two!”[/npc]

Damn.

Maquet froze, contemplating her next move. Luckily, Sabian fielded the question, and the two were not caught - simply admonished for not working fast enough, and were told the worker’s problems and worries. She simply nodded in response, and was ready to get to work lifting boxes.

This was a role she could slip into easily. Carrying heavy objects was not a problem for her, given her physique and work ethic. She could also just tune out her worries and focus on the job.

Unfortunately, that thought did not last, as she was assigned the role of keeping inventory instead. Ugh, paperwork, she sighed internally. The worst part of any job. At least it was something to keep her mind off the situation. Meanwhile, she could listen to the information being freely handed out by the dockworker. She nearly fumbled her clipboard at the mention of the Iron Beast; things seemed to be getting more and more complicated and dangerous. Across the way, another “dockworker” - Sergeant Stout in disguise - sighed and shook his head. Was it at hearing Iron Beast, or was it at Maquet’s near-mistake?

Then some hell nearly broke loose. Maquet took cover behind a box before the gunmen could open fire. When that didn’t seem to happen, she glanced around the corner to see Sabian’s friends having taken care of the situation.

Now with the group, Maquet stayed silent and listened. It looked as if she was rejoining the circus. She hoped she didn’t have to put on the sea monster routine again. At least she was getting a ride, if they could make it there.


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Orion Montgomery
Orion Montgomery
[tracker=/t2718-tracker-orion-montgomery#17682]
Name : Orion T. Montgomery
Age : 26
Height : 6'8"
Weight : 283 lbs
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
Alliance : N/A
Crew : The Vintage Horde
Ship : N/A
Crew Role : Antiquarian
Devil Fruit : Arai Arai no Mi (Rough-Rough Fruit)
Bounty : [bel=r] 12,500,000
Quality Score : S+
Crew Pool : [bel=u] 15,000,000
Balance : [bel] 41,959,429
[[bookworm]][[hardboiled]][[dulcetvirtuoso]]
[[improviseadaptovercome]]
Posts : 54

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri May 31, 2024 9:30 pm
Upon the Ferry, ~12:15 PM

Orion knew this particular brand of misunderstanding could be solved with simple words. He could even sympathize with the man. Orion too, was passionate for his beloved trinkets. Ironically enough, Orion did have a lighter, multiple in fact. Ones he would have been more than happy to share, along with the bottles of beer, and the well-loved–if soggy–carton of old cigarettes.

Unfortunately, now, he just didn't give a shit.

Between having his hard-won gifts rejected, thrifty fingers trying to feel up his goodies, and a pair of twins rushing to join the fun, Orion didn't have it in him to stop the problem before it got any bigger. The second those exploring digits started to reach for his duster, pockets full of precious bric-a-brac, he had sealed away that valuable cargo. The friction of those pocket seams raised so high it may have been titanium velcro.

Searching fingers would find no purchase with him.

That probably was enough to let the wild-eyed blonde run out of steam, except Orion couldn't help himself. Or rather, he chose not to help himself. That's the thing, petty vengeance.

A shit-eating grin, and a knowing look. He'd get his revenge.

"Woah there, tiger. I know I brought you a drink but don't you think you are skipping a few steps? You haven't even introduced me to your friends yet."

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Hyde Garland
Hyde Garland
[tracker=/t2330-hyde-garland#14068]
Name : Hyde Garland
Epithet : Death Dealer
Age : 23
Species/Tribe : 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 : 94

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun Jun 02, 2024 10:26 pm
Hyde's eyes scanned the island from above, keeping an eye on the naval ship as it drew closer to Sinister Eyeland, but at the same time trying to see any sight of Nesbitt. The man was his only lead as far as he was concerned. Well, there WAS the possibility of spotting the Iron Beast himself if he indeed was on the island (and why would he think otherwise?), but approaching a shichibukai such as him, even under the pretenses of friendship, was an absolutely idiotic move. Now, best to find someone to introduce him to the man first. Get in that way.

Of course, remaining in the air like this was risky. All it took was someone to look up and spot him, and he wasn't sure just how long the bird would last. He had made sure to wear gloves to keep his hands from smudging the ink, but he had never ridden on his creations for so long. He had to land and soon.

Finally, his eyes caught sight of his target. Nesbitt, coming off of the ship, under escort it seemed. He didn't take time to look at exactly who was escorting him, seeing his chance to finally land and get out of the open air. The marine ship was close by. Surely the island defenses had noticed it by now, right?

Quickly, the large bird carrying Hyde dove down towards Carbuncle. He knew he couldn't land too close to his target. Even with the fighting about to get underway, he had to be careful. All it took was a few eyes seeing him and everything would go to hell very quickly. As the bird descended to one of the roof tops, Hyde quickly lept off of the bird's back, rolling along the tiles and quickly grabbing hold to keep himself from sliding off. At the same time, he consciously dispelled the bird itself, the large avian quickly vanishing, leaving nothing but a large drawing on the roof. No need to keep the thing around and potentially draw attention to himself. This was a stealth mission after all. Always had been.

He remained silent for a moment, his body pressed flat against the roof as he listened, trying to hear any signs of commotion or that anybody had seen or heard his entrance. He remained there for a good few moments, hearing nothing out of the ordinary background sounds before he gave a sigh of relief. His infiltration had gone off without a hitch. "Nailed it," he murmured softly to himself, before pushing himself up to take a look around. Step one had worked out. Now he had to just keep out of sight. "Now then, I do believe he was this was..."

-----@$@-----

Hyde honestly felt like he was certainly getting used to this whole stealth thing, slipping from rooftop to rooftop, making his way towards his target, before over the edge of a roof, he could see them. Nesbitt and the escort that was accompanying him. Now that he had more time to look at them better, he was recognizing them as the revolutionaries he had been speaking with back in La Crima. So, he had travelled with them huh? Right now, they seemed to be talking with someone regarding a ship? A repiar crew of some sort? Honestly nothing worthy of note. None of it stuck out as anything he could save for later.

Of course, now this was going to be a problem. He sincerely doubted the revolutionaries were going to allow him anywhere near the man, especially with their suspicions about the bombing in the Briss Kingdom. Though if he could at least keep an eye on them, perhaps there would be some juicy info he can pick up. And who knows, there was always the chance that Nesbitt would be alone at some point. Keeping himself low and out of sight, Hyde continued to watch and follow.


Post Word Count: 656
Total Word Count: 4,514
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/Tribe : 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 : 106

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jun 04, 2024 2:19 pm
The cheeky comment went right over the head as Karl was on a mission to get back what was taken from him. Fortunately for the long-haired fellow, he did not have what Karl was seeking. Once he had searched the man through without any results, Karl took a step back to observe his surroundings.

A vessel barely worth the name of a ferry, some ropes, a donut-shaped lifesaver, and lots of sea... That's all his eyes could register. But the ears were giving Karl a piece of completely other information.

"Idiots! I found who has your stuff! Grab 'em!" "Don't worry Susu, I'm coming!"

Not for a moment did it even occur to Karl to question it... Why the crew mascot named Susu was stolen? But he certainly was on the move immediately as he got the clue who might have what he was looking for.

To Karl's surprise, he was against an invisible foe, or so the foe thought until the wax of the chore boy fell on her. With the wax revealing the location of the filthy thief and the high and 'mighty' scream betraying it even further, Karl had his target set.

[plyr=pirt]"Who dared?!"[/plyr]

Indeed... Who dared? It did not matter, Karl was going to get his lighter back!

~2.00 PM
Carbuncle Port
Sinister Eyeland

[plyr=pirt]"Honestly you furry creature, who the heck steals a lighter... Honestly."[/plyr]

Karl mumbled audibly with the cigarette between his lips, ready to light it and huff its toxins into his system. Fortunately, they had made it to the island without any other incidents... Especially since the early morning crash was still haunting him.

In this town of industry, one could see people of all sorts of life... The workers of docks, and factories, people living off of scraps, some surviving solely from the bare necessities they were provided. It did not take long for Winny, the boy who the group was following to spot a lad sticking out of the crowd easily.

A Fishman was a rare sight, but not something that Karl had not seen before. Life as a bartender is an eventful one... This particular fishman was easy for Karl to remember in the future, however... The mannerism of speech. One that could easily make the head hurt.

Thus Karl elected to not bring any attention to himself, start a fight, or seek to speak with anyone new unless necessary... After all, that's what the thin man had requested of the group who he seemed to recognize from somewhere.

Soon after, they were led to a shabby-looking warehouse in need of repair. Taking a glance around, Karl looked at Volo then Winny, and then the man who had led them here taking in the role of a monitor. [plyr=pirt]"Hold on... Are we the workers here? We are supposed to help you out here?"[/plyr] he questioned Winny.

Had they been bamboozled?

[480/4546]

________________________________________________________
BEHOLD! THESE USED TO BE MY STUFF.

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/Tribe : 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]]
Posts : 60

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This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Jun 05, 2024 12:52 pm
[plyr=navy]“For honor and justice!”[/plyr]

With an axe held high into the air, Stone echoed Nottingham’s rallying cry alongside the rest of the soldiers. With just a short speech, the Rear Admiral had managed to raise the morale of his troops to such a degree. Was this empowering presence common among the higher brass of the Navy, or was “Nine Grain” just a cut above the rest?

The outburst from Agent Broad was disrespectful enough to force Stone to shelve those thoughts until later. Had any more moments passed between then and when Nottingham gave his orders, Stone might have thrown the CP2 agent overboard himself.

[plyr=navy]“I’ll sniff out those routes no problem!”[/plyr] The Kodiak affixed his axe to a makeshift holster on his back before gently taking the paper. [plyr=navy]“And don’t worry about the defenses, I won’t let even a single cannonball hit our reinforcements.”[/plyr]

The stillness before battle is what bothered Stone the most. The mix of anticipation and anxiety always had a way of amping up his senses to eleven. However, in this instance, his senses were the only thing that alerted him to Yumiko's presence before she had the opportunity to startle him.

Craning his neck to an uncomfortable degree, the bear-man spoke. [plyr=navy]“It requires a sharp mind and strong spirit to use abilities like ours without going wild.”[/plyr] Stone looked out to the steadily approaching docks before continuing. [plyr=navy]“Feel free to watch as closely as you’d like, Yumiko, it’s not often I get the opportunity to let loose like this!”[/plyr]

Rolling his shoulders, Stone let his dress shirt fall to the deck as he approached the bow of the ship. The Hunting Party captain could already feel eyes on him, and they sure as hell didn’t feel like gazes of admiration or respect. [plyr=navy]”They’ve already realized we’re not supposed to be here. I’m just gonna attack before they have the opportunity to get the jump on us.”[/plyr] 

With a quick look to Nottingham for any disapproval, Stone leapt for land. At the apex of the marine’s jump, Stone’s body grew larger as he transformed into his full zoan form. Somersaulting rapidly, the giant bear cast a large shadow over the men of Carbuncle’s coast guard. 

[plyr=navy]“ROLLING METEOR!”[/plyr]

The ground cracked, anyone close to the impact site was sent tumbling from the shockwave. As if that wasn’t enough, the dust made it nigh impossible to see who or what had even made landfall. Of course, the same was true for Stone, but he had no problem fighting blind. After all, what kind of hunter can only hunt when it’s bright outside.

Guard after guard was sent careening out of the dust cloud as it settled. After a short while, Stone stood alone in the mini crater he had made. 

[npc=misc]“A bear!”[/npc]

[plyr=navy]“Don’t be too surprised, someone much more outlandish is living on this island! Now get outta my way before I move you myself!”[/plyr]

“No one's moving anywhere!”

Forcing his way to the front of the approaching ruffians, a tall, heavyset man facepalmed as he observed the damage already caused. “You jokers lost to a zoo animal? I don’t know why we even keep you guys on payroll. And you better not think I don’t have some words for you—”

[plyr=navy]“Kodiak Lance!”[/plyr]

Before the strange man could continue talking, Stone had closed the distance and landed a nasty headbutt. The stranger was sent rolling into his men before crashing through a shoddy wall. [plyr=navy]“Normally I don’t mind sitting around and waiting for you guys to finish talking, but I have some errands to run.”[/plyr] 

Standing on his hind legs, Stone searched for anything that looked out of the ordinary. A task that sounded much harder on paper than in actuality. The people running Carbuncle made no effort to hide their defenses. Returning to the ground, the Kodiak turned to Wyre before setting off.  [plyr=navy]“Let's hope they keep records of these routes close to these coastal bases.”[/plyr]

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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand

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While Noah tried to lead the way through these alleyways, Kathy tried to contact Sabian’s group- they still needed a clear destination to reach. Kathy did not need long and could soon inform her captain. "Well, I have two things to tell you. I know where we have to go and we should be able to reach it rather quickly.", Kathy started to talk.

Meanwhile, Noah started to hear a commotion that had not been here mere minutes ago. "But you might not like the rest." The redhead could already guess what Kathy was trying to say. [plyr=revo]”Let me guess, Sabian’s over there?”[/plyr] He pointed to where the commotion was coming from. Instead of verbally answering, Kathy nodded. At the very least, this should make reuniting easier. However, the redhead did his best not to consider the attention this commotion should attract.

Noah quickened the pace again and soon saw the travelling circus. Just when he thought about how he could best sneak in, another easy solution presented himself. [npc=misc]”Hey, over here. The boss is waiting!”[/npc] The street performer Noah met a few hours ago was now trying his best to gain the redhead's attention. After Noah realised who he was looking at, he relaxed a bit. The performer wildly gestured, pointing Noah to his next goal. Soon after, he was on his way again.

Not long after, the redhead could overhear parts of the conversation Sabian had with the circus’ boss. [plyr=revo]”Carbuncle. The place my compatriot can’t pronounce is Carbuncle.”[/plyr] As it seemed, Noah arrived just at the right time to chime in. He quickly tried to get up to date, while filling the rest of his unit in with the information he had gathered. Now, the only thing left would be to cover the passage and hope that the circus would be willing to cooperate.

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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Chapter 6

This post has in-line assessment comments.Sat Jun 22, 2024 6:40 pm

Chapter 6


April 1, 1829, ~2:30 P.M.

The Patch Mountains...

Bubbles popped in a pool of lava, like boils on diseased skin. The molten earth stirred, roiling with rage and itching to explode. Deep within this unstable reservoir was a vault door too stubborn to be eroded even by magma.

Inside the vault was a pristine laboratory with sterile white tiles and tidy glass apparatus. A silver-haired, one-eyed scientist busied himself brewing an odd concoction. A soft blue flame danced on its crimson surface, as if the potion were on fire. The man hummed and sang loudly in solitude, the earth rumbling as his chorus.

[npc=scbk]"Last one,"[/npc] he mumbled as he dumped the flaming liquid down a chute, feeding the elixir to the volcano. [npc=scbk]"Time to go,"[/npc] he said once the flask was empty.

The mountain groaned again, and the magma flared angrier than before. The scientist lazily packed a few essentials in a wrinkled duffle bag and a few more in the deep pockets of his lab coat. Then he approached the vault-like door, breathing in the sanitized air of his lab one last time.

A barely visible glass sphere manifested around him as he turned the wheel on the vault door. Clicks and clanks rang out, dipped in heavy bass. The sphere morphed, sticking to the threshold as he pushed the door with all his might against a wall of lava. The burning soil seemed to be repelled just a few feet short of enveloping him and pouring into the lab; the transparent barrier held it off with ease.

Once the sphere cleared the threshold, the burning semi-solid gushed into the lab vault and swallowed it whole. The scientist floated through the hot pool slowly in his bubble. The earth sizzled and hissed around him like a nest of a thousand vipers, but the man was unfazed.

[npc=scbk]"I'll miss this place,"[/npc] he said with a faint wistful smile tainted by a tinge of lament.


April 1, 1829, ~2:35 P.M.

The Bay of Spectacles...

The improvised marine vessel had cleared one dangerous stretch of the sea only to be sailing into another. Captain Wyre was barking at the sailors, ordering one station after the other. Meanwhile, Bradley pulled Yumiko aside as she shared words with Captain Stone Okirama. [npc=radm]"I know you wanted to watch Okirama, but I need you to scout ahead and find out where Silver is instead. Take a baby transponder snail with you and report back as soon as you spot him. No matter what, do not engage him solo. He's not someone you can hurt on your own, let alone beat,"[/npc] he warned her, now acquainted with the warrant officer's instinct to plunge herself into danger without support.

[npc=radm]"The shooting will start as soon as they see us coming out of the fog. Until then, try not to get spotted. I don't wanna give the scum a chance to be ready,"[/npc] he added. With a pat on her back, he sent the flying weasel off once she was prepared.

When the shooting finally began, the rear admiral watched proudly as the bear-man made his grand entrance on Carbuncle, bringing the wrath of the Navy down on the dregs single-handedly.

Bradley unsheathed Dōjikiri Yasutsuna from its ornate scabbard, the blade twinkling impatiently. His sharp and swift flying cuts neutered every cannonball that might have threatened to stall or even slow their landing.
Justice had come calling, and the wicked denizens of Carbuncle would answer.


April 1, 1829, ~2:40 P.M.

The edge of Carbuncle...

Nesbit and his goons escorted Gotli's troop into a nest of stone and brick embedded in a cliff face. The eloquent man's administrative building rested high above Carbuncle. Many of its tinted windows watched over the town, while the rest overlooked the Bay of Spectacles. On a less foggy day, one could even spy La Crima and beyond.

The climb up to the offices was treacherous. They walked up narrow zigzagging flights of stairs built into the cliff with no railings to guard them from the sheer drop. Mancie peered down a ledge with anxious beady eyes, only for Gotli to pull him back. [npc=cmdr]"Stop looking down if you're scared, fool,"[/npc] he said.

Mancie let out a guttural croak and retreated from the edge, though his gaze never stopped drifting to the long fall for more than a few seconds.

[npc=pirt]"Not far now, gentlemen,"[/npc] Nesbit said. The chubby man was surprisingly agile and composed.

Once they crested the perilous path, they entered the offices through a postern door. Inside, a long corridor opened into a compact roofless agora. Several doors outlined the airy hall, leading into rooms unknown. Most of the walls were carved out of the stony yellow cliff.

Birds of varying sizes sat near the skylight, some chirping, some cawing, some honking. A pair of prying eyes and ears spied on the new arrivals from within the assorted flock. From below, one could only make out the silhouette of the birds and not their features. If they could, they might have noticed the odd creature dressed in a white suit.

[npc=pirt]"Please accept my apologies once again for the unpleasant hike. We will have the elevators mended within the day. Admittedly, the hurricane took a heavier toll on us than anticipated. But, I am confident you will find our operations efficient and quick to recover,"[/npc] Nesbit said with his perfect white teeth showing through his smile.

He removed his top hat and hung it on a hook against a wall as he invited his guests to sit on one of the many benches scattered in the hall. A few lab workers seemed to be gathered around some of the other benches already.

[npc=cmdr]"Save your apologies, Langhorne. You mentioned we'd be meeting your famous boss. But, I don't see any big shots around,"[/npc] Gotli said, cranky as ever.

[npc=pirt]"Of course. Our tenacious leader relishes training at this hour. He should be joining us momentarily,"[/npc] Nesbit answered without a hint of impatience.

As if on cue, a dark gate rolled up into the wall, revealing a faint figure. Nesbit clapped twice, the sound echoing through the agora signalling all personnel to leave as their proprietor entered with confident steps. The earth seemed to grumble in response. The swan in the skylight skipped back from the edge, craning its neck to continue its stakeout.

Gotli's jaw dropped, and Mancie stared wide-eyed as the man stepped into the daylight beaming through the roof. His hair was fiery red, spiked and thorny, and redder irises burned in his eyes. His bare brown chest was drenched in sweat and spotted with dust, veins pulsing and sinewy muscles twitching.

[npc=cmdr]"Iron Beast? Your boss is the Iron Beast? Ya couldn't have told us that sooner?"[/npc] Gotli exclaimed.

Nesbit countered with his usual wisenheimer grin. [npc=pirt]"Our master likes his privacy. And until this morning, our relationship did not warrant an introduction. But, as your faith in our enterprise appears to be in jeopardy, I thought it prudent to unfurl the enigma that is our chief."[/npc]

Rubill Silver, the Iron Beast, the youngest of the Seven Warlords of the Seas, stepped up to the group. One of Nesbit's followers offered him a towel, which he handily used to wipe off the traces of his recent labour. The NRA soldiers watched, speechless.

[npc=pirt]"As they already seem to recognize you, Mr. Silver, may I introduce to you two commanders of the New Revolutionary Army: Commander Ta'al Gotli, and Commander Mancie Bracken. They braved the hurricane to parley with us in service of an investigation over the recent disturbance at Briss."[/npc]

Rubill tossed the towel back and studied his guests head to toe. [npc=scbk]"You're the one they call Meat Torpedo,"[/npc] Rubill noted.

Mancie snickered while Gotli stomped forward, glaring up at the warlord. Rubill was easily a foot and a half taller. [npc=cmdr]"Are ya tryin' ta pick a fight?"[/npc] Gotli snarled.

Nesbit inserted himself between the two. [npc=pirt]"Now, now, sir. Commander Ta'al is here to discuss business. Surely, we can table the name-calling."[/npc]

[npc=scbk]"It's not like I made it up just now. It's what everyone calls him."[/npc] Rubill shrugged. [npc=scbk]"Fine, get the small fry out of here, then we'll talk."[/npc]

Nesbit ushered his escort away, and after a brief instant of glaring, Gotli did the same with his. Only Rubill, Nesbit, Gotli, and Mancie remained—and the eyes stalking through the skylight.

Nesbit fetched his notebook from his breast pocket and started writing with his pencil finger, drawing the curiosity of the two NRA commanders once again. They spoke of the recent bombing of the World Government embassy at Briss, of how the NRA was framed through the use of their signature explosives. They mentioned again how their own bombs were well-accounted for, which had caused them to suspect their suppliers.

Nesbit insisted that it would be against their interests to support dubious factions so close to their home base. Rubill agreed gruffly. [npc=scbk]"If the World Government found out I had anything to do with it, I'd no longer hold my title. Why the fuck would we take that risk only to frame you losers? It's bad enough that Three-Eyes sells you this shit in the first place,"[/npc] Rubill said, each sentence more bitter than the last.

[npc=pirt]"What can I say? Their general, Mr. Villium Price, strikes a good bargain,"[/npc] Nesbit explained.

[npc=cmdr]"And you wouldn't cross him to strike an even better bargain?"[/npc] Gotli asked.

[npc=pirt]"If I did, I would strive to do it in a manner that did not result in you knocking on our door, loaded with accusations. Deceiving you has never been a priority of mine. It is why I invited you to Carbuncle - to provide you with an opportunity to inspect our operations and see for yourself how detrimental it would be for us to lose our best customer."[/npc]

[npc=cmdr]"That ain't exactly true. You invited us to Carbuncle 'cause Nine Grain showed up,"[/npc] Gotli corrected him.

[npc=scbk]"Nine Grain? Nine Grain is here?"[/npc] Rubill asked, tense and urgent.

[npc=pirt]"Yes, sir, but do not be alarmed. I have already set Mr. Brow to task to engage and disperse the small marine incursion on Dexter Eyeland. Surely, the marines will not know to look for us here today."[/npc] As if to prove him wrong, a volley of cannon fire broke out on the coast, followed by constant exchanges of more explosions.  

[npc=scbk]"You were saying?"[/npc] Rubill muttered, vicious and annoyed. Gotli and Mancie traded worried glances.

[npc=pirt]"Perhaps I underestimated the intruders. We must not let them see you, sir. Or you, commanders. Our operation's efficacy relies upon the secrecy of your identities,"[/npc] Nesbit said.

[npc=scbk]"If they do, I'll just have to squash every last one of the cockroaches,"[/npc] Rubill declared.

It was indeed too late. Their attention was forced upwards by a whirlwind swooping in through the skylight, swords drawn and hungry for a fight. The birds on the roof flew away—all but one.

Cornered, Nesbit scrambled to resolve the ambush without bloodshed, lest his master start a rampage that might cost them their livelihoods, or even their lives.


April 1, 1829, ~2:45 P.M.

The largest factory in Carbuncle...

Winny scampered from one contraption to the next, greasing a gear here, tightening a nut there. His jabbering only paused when his eyes squinted and his mouth twisted to scrutinize some elaborate mechanism. Pinako tailed her grandson—hands behind her back—reviewing the wonder boy's tweaks with content nods. The facility was a gargantuan metal beast, breathing steam and bleeding oil, and Winny treated it as such.

A few workers they passed greeted the boy and his granny warmly, though the new faces behind them were met only with dismissive shrugs or hostile glares.

[npc=misc]"Looks like ya brought a whole fuckin' party along this time, boy,"[/npc] growled a worker wearing grease as if it were war paint. His practised hands blindly assembled parts on a conveyor belt and moved them to another.

[npc=misc]"I had to! It's the first time Bell's Gears and Grease had a client with a flying ship."[/npc] Winny grinned proudly. [npc=misc]"And we now have a mink too..."[/npc] He looked back at the red panda mink who had tagged along with them as their pseudo-captive after her failed attempts at theft.

When she was finally forced into revealing herself on the boat, an excited Winny had pushed past the angry victims of her crimes with a million curious questions. [npc=misc]"Are you a mink? How did you get on the boat? Did you warp? Did you fly? Or were you on the boat the whole time? Can all minks turn invisible? I heard minks can make electricity! Can you poop?"[/npc] His curiosity had helped ease the tensions some, and the new creature was forcibly drafted into their motley daytaler crew, if only to keep a close eye on her sticky fingers—short of pushing her into the sea.

A flying ship, a mink, and a fishman - it was a day of many firsts for Winny.

As ecstatic as the boy was, his audience was not impressed. [npc=misc]"Whatever you say, kid,"[/npc] the worker said with an indifferent eye roll.

When Karl, the grumpy blond gentleman, asked Winny if he was expected to help, Winny smiled. [npc=misc]"Don't worry, I won't ask you to do anything too complicated. I don't think Nesbit would like it if I let you work on some of these machines anyway. He doesn't even tell us what they make in this factory, even though my family built most of it. There's even a part of the factory where that jerk Billy doesn't let us go. Makes my job so much harder sometimes."[/npc] He gestured towards the far end of the lengthy structure. A set of large iron doors obscured the mysterious section of the building. Two bored riflemen stood sentry on opposite sides of the doors.

[npc=misc]"All we know is that whatever they make here must be explosive,"[/npc] Winny added with an ominous, vacant stare. But, his childish joy soon returned. [npc=misc]"It doesn't matter what their product is, though, as long as my babies keep singing the right tunes."[/npc] He pressed an ear to a thick, trembling pipe, listening to its mechanical melody, waiting for it to report its ailments.

While the Bells and their temporary assistants performed repairs, Billy Audi monitored them from a long and narrow metal platform hanging high above. He cruised in parallel, listening intently but saying nothing. This continued for a good while until, suddenly, a salvo of cannons drew his attention towards the coast. Sirens blared and bodies hustled.

Audi exchanged words with a baby transponder snail and then shouted down, [npc=pirt]"Pinako! We're under attack, if you know what I mean! Put those useless fuckin' brats to work fighting the damned marines while you and your Boy Genius finish the repairs, if you know how I mean!"[/npc] He wasn't asking, nor did he wait for them to comply, instead bolting out with a pistol in each hand.

An unhealthy mix of panic and excitement embraced Winny as he tried to explain Audi's orders to Pinako, since they'd fallen on unaided deaf ears. He then turned to the rest of the group to assess their response to the unexpected crisis.

This was a first he would surely regret experiencing.




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Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
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Devil Fruit : Ita Ita no Mi, Model: Kamaitachi
Bounty : [bel=r] 10,000,012
Quality Score : S
EXP Bonus : +0.20 (to all allies)
Balance : [bel] 2,916,996,298
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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand

This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Jun 24, 2024 7:00 am
April 1, 1829, ~2:40 PM

The edge of Carbuncle...

While the eager student’s hope of learning wasn’t meant to be, she certainly voiced no complaints. Quite the opposite, in fact. Her eyes started positively sparkling when Sir Nottingham -the man, the myth and the legend himself- gave her a very personal assignment.

The warrior straightened her back. The orders boomed in her ears like the words of a god. [npc=radm]Scout ahead... Find Silver... Report back...[/npc] She nodded firmly on each point, carving them to memory. [npc=radm]Engage solo... Hurt on your own... Alone beat...[/npc] Yes, she could do all that! “Yes, sir! I will not let thee down, sir!”

Yumiko held the small snail with trembling hands. Her heart was racing and breaths unsteady. An imaginary brush was painting rosy, sparkling images inside her head. A direct line... To her hero... Would she dare to ask for her very own coded name? Like in the documentary tale Sora, Warrior of the Sea? She could be the Flying Weasel or...

Snapping back to reality, the samurai vigorously shook her head. Away, shameful thoughts! Nay, this was no time to be greedy. This immeasurably valuable gift alone was more than enough. She loosened some of the bindings covering her chest and nestled the important critter close to her heart.

“Yes, sir! This one is honored, sir!”

With the communicator secured, the soldier saluted her commander before rushing off. Whirling winds whisked her high to the sky once more. This time, though, she felt light as a feather. Even more than that... Brimming with determination...

She felt like she could face anyone.

Anything.

The flight felt short. Unreal. Like floating through a dream. Yumiko’s eyes struggled to peer through the hazy veil. Her nose feverishly picked at the winds. She needed something, anything she could follow... Then, a faintly familiar scent tugged at her attention. It smelled like... Silk cloth and bird feathers...? Why did that combination trail across the sky, like a tattered thread hanging in the wind?

Focusing on the scent, the weasel woman sharpened her senses. All six of them. There was something down there... A collection of... Sensations... That made her instincts quiver. It felt like tracking a wild beast through a thick forest.

Swooping down, silent as an owl, the hunter peered through a skylight. Her focused mind had no room for distractions, like, say, a bird giving her weird looks. No, her eyes were locked onto the scene unfolding below. The exchanged words seeped into her ears like poison.

And there was the beast...

Yumiko gripped her sword, trying to still her trembling hand. Her instincts were whispering warnings in her ear. Beware... This one is dangerous... Taking deep and slow breaths, she sharpened her mind. This was it. Now or never. Ah, but wasn’t she forgetting something? Something about reporting ba-

A volley of cannon fire shattered that thought.

Instincts took over.

Now or never!

A living whirlwind swooped in through the skylight, growing larger as it fell. Dust danced in the air around it. Sharp blades gleamed in the light. A deep and masculine growl demanded the foe’s attention. “Rubill Silver!”

Crouched on all fours, the mythical weasel raised her head and leveled a sharp, accusing glare at the fearsome pirate. “Thou have betrayed the sacred trust granted by the World Government. For the sake of justice...” Brandishing her claws like blades, she coiled her body like a loaded spring. “I, Kamaitachi no Yumiko, shall strike thee down!” ...Because even the most heinous criminals deserved to know the name of their opponent. That was just proper manners.

[npc=pirt]“Please wait!”[/npc]

Scrambling to stop the bloodshed before it began, the sharp-dressed negotiator stepped up. Raising placating hands, he donned his most disarming smile. [npc=pirt]“Now, now, let us not do anything hasty here.”[/npc] Though, it felt like his words were directed more behind him than in front of him.

Yumiko’s dark eyes narrowed. The tension refused to leave her frame. “If thou want something from someone...” She growled, fur bristling. “‘Tis proper manners to introduce thyself first.”

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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Chapter 6 - Part II

This post has in-line assessment comments.Mon Jun 24, 2024 8:17 pm

Chapter 6 - Part II


The intruder who fell from the sky made a point Nesbit could scarcely argue with. The two NRA officers looked anxious and ready for a fight, but the more disturbing possibility stood behind him. The Iron Beast was boiling, steaming, and ready to rumble. The gentleman could already sense the ragged breaths prefacing his superior's destructive transformation. His hairs would've even stood on their ends if he were particularly hairy. Thankfully, he was not.

Nesbit cleared his throat and offered a gracious bow to their ambusher with his top hat in hand. [npc=pirt]"I humbly beg your pardon, dear lady, you are positively correct. Your unexpected visit simply took me unawares; I am named Nesbit Langhorne,"[/npc] he said with overflowing courtesy.

[npc=pirt]"Miss Yumiko, is it? I am afraid you may have misapprehended the situation you found us in."[/npc] He was about to weave a web of lies; luckily, he was a well-practised spider. His only fear was the monster stirring behind him. But, to his relief, Rubill seemed to be playing along. Nesbit even dared hope the easily angered man understood the consequences of rash actions.

[npc=pirt]"You see, Mr. Silver and I, along with our two companions Lloyd and Harry here, are actually agents of the World Government, contracted—in secret—to expose some dire operations being conducted by rogue partisans,"[/npc] he claimed with such blinding confidence, even a man with some sense might have believed him. It even incited confused stares from Gotli and Mancie. His deception would be wasted if she identified either of them, but it was a bet Nesbit was willing to make.

[npc=pirt]"Our objective was to inquire after some dissident Cipher Pol agents who staged a bombing in the Briss Kingdom. We strongly suspected that the chief of Cipher Pol No. 2, a Mr. Seamus Fowl, was responsible for the farce. We even traced the payload's production back to this city. However, we have yet to collect the evidence essential to proving his complicity. Therefore, it is critically important our mission and presence remain covert—even to devoted and dependable soldiers like you and your gallant Rear Admiral, Bradley Nottingham."[/npc] His fiction starred characters he hoped the abominable weasel would recognize. He had scattered a few grains of misleading facts into the improvised plot. It remained to be seen if Yumiko would thread the pieces together in a manner that led to their absolution.

Meanwhile, wings fussed in the skylight, but remained in place for now.



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Faction : Civilian
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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand

This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jun 25, 2024 11:58 am
April 1, 1829, ~2:40 PM

The edge of Carbuncle...

Much to Yumiko’s genuine surprise, the gentleman proved to have manners befitting of his fine garments. Perhaps... There was the faintest chance... That she had misjudged him...? She tried to silence the doubts gnawing at her focus. Her true target was right behind this man.

...Nevertheless, this Nesbit of Langhorne made a curious claim. It would’ve been disgraceful not to at least let him explain. She had learned as much from her shameful failure with her former crew. If only he had let him explain... Maybe the pointless bloodshed could have been avoided.

“What do thou mean? Speak.”

Oh, speak Nesbit Langhorne did. One didn’t make it to where he stood without having the mouth of a seasoned politician looking to get re-elected. Like all great storytellers, he ever so carefully weaved lies together with strands of truth. However, the resulting rope came out rather thick. It would take an extraordinarily naive fool to wrap such a tall tale around their neck without asking a few tough questions first...

Yumiko’s eyes widened. “T-truly? Thou swear it is so?” She recoiled at the hard-hitting truth. Her baffled stare flitted between the gentleman and his cohorts. “Eh? Huh?” For a moment there, one could almost imagine the question marks popping over her head.

Meanwhile, Mancie leaned down to whisper something, only to get elbowed by Gotli. It was unfair, the fishman felt. All he wanted to know was which one of them got to be Harry.

Slowly, the whirling winds fell quieter. The warrior’s tense stance faltered. In the messy room of her mind, she struggled to connect the facts. Dire operations, rogue partisans, inquire after, remain covert... Gah, it was not made any easier by the fact that this man spoke in such a peculiar manner.

After some painfully long seconds, the samurai managed to latch onto a line of thought. “Thou mean to say there is a traitor among us?” The mere word tasted toxic. She wanted to spit it out and never have it in her mouth again. “And that foul man has even the brave Sir Nottingham fooled?” Somehow, that fact weighed far more than any other.

“B-but then... This entire operation is...?”

Too stunned to finish the thought, the weasel left plenty of room for the ‘secret agent’ to fill in the blank. She was already teetering on the edge of assumptions. All it would take now was a little... push.

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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Chapter 6 - Part III

This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jun 25, 2024 12:21 pm

Chapter 6 - Part III


Nesbit was well-informed of the joint task force who had been hunting them down. Perhaps he knew even more than he should. And while Nottingham was not a card he had seen until that day, the pieces were there to keep building his pyramid of falsehoods. 

[npc=pirt]"Yes, I am ashamed to inform you that the entire operation is a red herring. Sir Nottingham is indeed a brave man, but Seamus Fowl's deception is thick and elusive. He had even evaded the million eyes of the World Government. But today, we shall bring an end to his treachery. In the name of justice!"[/npc] He hoped the other three would join his chant, but none did. Dumb and dumber struggled to keep a straight face, and Rubill only brooded silently. But, perhaps his words and counterfeit conviction would be enough to persuade the hare-brained marine.

As the foolish woman came closer and closer to believing the tall tales, the bird on the roof grew more restless, vexed, and dismayed.
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jun 25, 2024 12:49 pm
Hyde was quietly cursing himself as he followed the group up towards the administrative building. With no more rooftops to follow them on, it now became treacherous climb up the mountain, and of course Hyde couldn't simply follow the group up the stairs. That would leave him to exposed. So now he was climbing up the cliff face a little behind them, trying to keep his huffing and puffing to himself. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why couldn't he have decided to follow somebody else? He had to continuously remind himself that Nesbit was his best bet to get whatever it was he was looking for. Otherwise, this whole thing would have been pointless!

By the time he finally reached the top of the cliff, Hyde was sweating and breathing heavily. Fortunately the group had already gone inside so nobody would witness him in such a state. Hyde pulled himself to his feet, recomposing himself before looking at the building before him. There was the front door right in front of him, or he would try to slide in one of the windows. He looked for the nearest tinted window he could find, trying to peek in through to make sure nobody was inside before he scrambled in. He had to get his eyes on the group again. Who knows what he could be missing out on!

Fortunately, the offices seemed pretty quiet right now. Very fortunate for Hyde as he slowly made his way through. Before long, he would pick up the sounds of talking, coming from the other side of a door. Very carefully, he cracked the door open, seeing his targets on the other side, in a large agora on the other side. And just in time too as a certain individual had just come in.

Hyde's eyes widened in shock. Rubill Silver. He was here. In the flesh! A wave of apprehension shot through Hyde's body. He was well aware of the shichibukai's temperament, and he was this close to him. He had to recompose himself, to try and focus on the conversation that was happening between them all.

So, even Rubill had no idea who was responsible for the Briss Kingdom bombing. Another layer to this mystery. Either somebody was lying through their teeth, or something else was in play here. The shichibukai certainly made a good point. He was already risking his position by selling weapons to the NRA in the first place. Though this did cause Hyde to wonder why he was even doing this at all. So many questions, and answers were what he was seeking. Unfortunately, it seemed the marines were going to interrupt this little meeting, much to Hyde's disdain.

And a lot sooner than Hyde had expected when a certain familiar furball crashed through the ceiling. Hyde's eyes widened in surprise. The myth zoan from earlier! And she was getting ready to outright challenge Rubill herself? Either the woman had a good deal of strength behind her...or was suicidally stupid.

He had to admit though, Nesbit was very, very quick on the uptake, quickly taking control of the situation and spinning a tale of him and Rubill being government agents, determined to bring down traitors within Cipher Pol. Honestly, a pretty convincing story. From what Hyde had heard of them, Cipher Pol were always a mysterious sort, and the thought of them performing false flag operations was certainly plausible. But Hyde had seen his fair share of liars in his life, and was able to point one out, especially one as skilled as Nesbit. I mean, if they were really agents of the World Government, why would they be selling weapons to the NRA? And then admit this, in front of said NRA?

And...the woman was completely buying it. Hyde blinked, almost in disbelief as he watched the exchange. Nesbit had the woman wrapped around his finger. His eyes flittered around the others in the room, seeing everyone else's reactions to all of this. So much happening, and he was having a front row seat to it all!


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Sunflower (向日葵)



When the location of their destination became clear due to Noah’s assistance, a heavy gulp could be heard from the navigator’s throat. “You sure know how to ask for a difficult request, Sunflower. Carbuncle is surrounded by some of the most unstable weather and sea currents a sailor could imagine. Quite frankly, it’s a ship graveyard,” Genie explained.

“The fact that your captain was willing to fly into that either makes him a very brave man or a super naive soul,” Genie continued.

“I think this will be way more than a basic drop-off to our compatriots, eh, Genie?” the Big Boss inquired.

Moving towards the docking area, the posse talked and moved as Genie barked her orders to the crew about what would be needed for the voyage while inspecting the vessel’s condition.

Meanwhile, Kathy tried to establish communication with the higher-ups, but it seemed like the Den Den Mushi lines were tied.

“It looks like we're sailing into the situation blind, Noah,” Kathy explained.

“Regardless. Our mission is to make it to these turbulent rocks, no? I can’t exactly say I’m not afraid of the sea. As a former Sea Patrol Captain, I’m quite aware of how dangerous the sea can get,” Sabian chimed in.

“Promise me something, McQueen. Don’t make any rash decisions. For all we know, we could be sailing into a position disadvantageous to our superiors. Mouthing off and jumping in brashly could hurt us,” Kathy scolded.

Smirking slightly, Sabian knew that Kathy was just concerned for his well-being. “Fine. I’ll follow Noah’s lead as always. The play's all on you, Captain. Until then, I’ll stay back.”

After a few hours of inspections and some minor repairs at Genie’s request, the vessel was prepped for the turbulent voyage ahead. The ship was medium-sized but a sturdy sailor’s vessel that could carry themselves and the crew of Revolutionary reinforcements.

On Sea - The Lashes - 3:15 p.m.


The murky weather created a veil of thick miasma that eerie consumed its victims. As within this are are strong currents, mighty in nature, almost like a toddler picking up a toy ship and smashing it against the calm bathwater. However, the ease with which this was possible was indeed how the ship's ebb and flow were being tested. The situation was immensely more dire, as the proverbial child was the ocean’s might and God’s mercy. The shuffling of moist leather atop the ship’s deck was what kept their vessel afloat.

The crew and revolutionaries alike ran around, adjusting sails and fastening holds at Genie’s command. In such intense weather, a moment's pause could mean the loss of a sailor or two. As such, Genie worked Sabian’s knuckle head to the bone.

Kathy stayed within the vessel, trying her hardest to establish some kind of communication with her superiors on the island to provide a status report. At this stage, their team's arrival could either hinder or support their overall agenda, and based on the sloppy execution in past missions, Kathy was trying to reform the jock-headed, aristocrat-looking artist.

Back on the deck, “We’re nowhere near land, boys! So work those hips and keep moving! If any of us stop, that’s the end of this voyage!” Genie screamed.

@Noah  @Anne La Tene



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Age : 28
Height : 5'5'' / 165 cm
Weight : 128 lbs. / 58 kg
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Jun 26, 2024 2:56 am
April 1, 1829, ~2:40 PM

The edge of Carbuncle...

The truth struck like a sledgehammer. Yumiko recoiled, wheezing in disbelief. “N-no... T-that means...” Her legs started feeling like overcooked noodles. “Mine mission... Mine one chance of proving mine worth... Has been built upon a lie...” Her stomach threatened to turn inside out at the thought. The world was spinning.

However, the warrior’s fiery spirit was not so easily smothered. She shook the rattling thoughts out of her skull. Nay, she had not suffered stinking pirates and awful yowling just to give up now. “We must take action!” And there it was, the instinct all too familiar to her comrades...

The samurai glanced towards the sounds of battle. Her nose twitched and expression soured. The stench of iron... It engulfed the air. “Too much blood has already been shed. It has to be stopped.” Her lips curled with a determined snarl. “And Sir Seamus Foul must be brought to justice!” She declared, insistently mispronouncing the name.

Meanwhile, a less composed and professional bird would’ve squawked something rather rude right about now. Seriously, how stupid could one grunt be? All those weeks, no, months of planning were swirling down the drain...

Unfortunately, there was a grim reality the warrior had to face. “But... I cannot accomplish all of that alone...” She clutched her chest, feeling the baby snail snoozing near her heart. It felt heavier than lead... Sir Nottingham was relying on her, yet it was of critical importance that this remained a secret. So she had been told.

Yumiko dropped to her knees and practically slammed her head against the floor. “I humbly beg for thy assistance!” Yet, it was the floor that cracked before the growing willpower engulfing her body. “Please, help me bring an end to this cycle of deception and violence!” Yes, she could see her path now... Clear as day!

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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Chapter 6 - Part IV

This post has in-line assessment comments.Fri Jun 28, 2024 8:23 pm

Chapter 6 - Part IV


Anger flashed in the beady eyes of the swan who stalked the weasel and her deceivers. For an instant, he was back on Briss, waking up for the tenth time in a sterile room, white-on-white. The stench of burnt skin still filled his nostrils. His chest and arms ached something awful. There was a constant itch that he could not scratch; partly, perhaps, thanks to the bandages, but partly because the itch stemmed from a piece of himself he felt he had lost.

Only days later did he realize he was still whole, and yet forever diminished. His torso was blistered and charred, with barely a patch of skin intact, and his arms and thighs were nothing but muscle and bone, twitching and throbbing. Despite the graveness of his injuries, he had fought to retain his command. He would have justice, and failing that, he would at least have vengeance.


And yet there she was, Kamaitachi no Yumiko, Nottingham's new idiotic toady, easily succumbing to the unrepentant lies of obvious criminals. The injury to his name would not have stoked his ire as much if his sacrifice had not been so great. But, this was the straw that broke the swan's back. Abandoning his patience, Chief Seamus Fowl trumpeted with fury.

[npc=cpol]"You moronic weasel!"[/npc] The words flew down only slightly faster than he did. Less than a breath later, Seamus struck his beak into the duplicitous overseer of Carbuncle he knew as Nesbit Langhorne. The chubby man let out a frantic gasp as he crashed through a door leading into a dark room.

[npc=cpol]"How could you believe these blatant lies?"[/npc] Seamus asked Yumiko with venom in his words and vitriol in his eyes. The feathers retreated into his body, replaced by flesh. His suit morphed around the silhouette, its shape changing to a human's. 

Once he was a man again, his anger started to give way to rising panic. In his outburst, he had disregarded the calibre of criminals he was up against. In particular, the Iron Beast had slipped his mind entirely. He spared a moment to remember the day he had heard how Rubill Silver joined the Shichibukai. It was said he had presented Ginsai with the head of Alancar Sicca, one of Behemoth's elites, a Wraith of the Wild Hunt Pirates. He had slain him in single combat after declaring his own exit from the New World crew. Rumours said Behemoth was so enraged by Silver's resignation, he went on a rampage that ended with the death of his favourite daughter. If Silver had survived a Yonkou's wrath, Seamus now questioned his own chances.

His head swivelled to the Iron Beast. His dread was valid, for the red-haired man was fuming, muscles tight and fists clenched. [npc=cpol]"Oh, fuck..."[/npc] He grumbled. The two fools from the NRA seemed to have also noticed; they were backing away slowly. Seamus did not care enough to glance at Nottingham's flunky. This was her fault, after all.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Silver's skin turned green and red, his frame grew large and heavy, fangs bearing, claws curling. With an ear-piercing roar, the monstrous dinosaur whipped his tail. It shattered all the windows and blew four holes into the front wall. Each hole resembled the awkward shape of one of the four targets of his wrath. Luckily for Seamus, the fall was long enough to allow him to transform and take flight, but he watched Ta'al and Bracken crash through a factory roof. It was doubtful they would walk out of there unscathed. 

With sleeved wings spread wide, his eyes finally searched for the fly in his soup; the marine named Yumiko. Come what may, he would see her disgraced.  
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun Jun 30, 2024 10:36 am
April 1, 1829, ~2:40 PM

Freefall at the edge of Carbuncle...

The mythical weasel could hardly believe her eyes and ears. As if by willed by the heavens, the vile traitor revealed himself. His mouth lived up to his name. The insults pierced her head, sinking into her mind. The voices of several former superior officers echoed inside her head, all repeating those same words...

Yumiko shook off the thorny words. Fur bristling, she chirped back. “Speak not of blatant lies, traitor! Mine first mistake was ever believing your deception!” No more. She would harden her heart and shut her soul. None of his venom would get through.

However, in the heat of the moment, the warrior completely forgot the most dangerous person in the room. Her second mistake was thinking that a pirate would ever be on her side. She felt a chill run down her spine...

“Ah, kuso...

Then it hit her.

Caught off-guard, the samurai took the full brunt of the tail. The sheer impact rattled her brain hard. For a moment there, she felt more like a flattened coyote than a mythical weasel. The comical hole left in her wake reflected the painful feeling.

Launched into a freefall, Yumiko shook her head furiously. Agony shot through her entire left side. She had been battered and exhausted already, but now something was definitely broken... Seeing her left paw flapping limply in the wind gave her a good hint of the damage.

However...

Call it a warrior’s spirit, or simply adrenaline, but the hunter refused the sweet call of darkness. Riding the whirling winds, her gaze sought the traitor in their midst; the agent named Foul. Come what may, she would see him arrested.

Upon spotting the winged man, the wounded weasel gathered her strength. A powerful gust launched her high above him. She twirled in the air, whipping her uninjured claws and tail. Three curved blades of wind sliced the air, aimed to carve through the agent... Or the factory roof underneath him.

It’s raining men. ...And also slashes. Hallelujah?

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Hyde Garland
Hyde Garland
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Name : Hyde Garland
Epithet : Death Dealer
Age : 23
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
Devil Fruit : Fude Fude no Mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 13,000,000
Quality Score : A
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Tue Jul 02, 2024 10:31 am
As entertaining as all this was becoming, it all seemed to go wrong in an instant. With the shouting of a voice, the large form of a bird suddenly swooped down from on high, driving its beak right into Nesbit and sending the fat man flying. Flying towards the very same door Hyde was hiding behind. His eyes widened as he dove to the side, just in time for Nesbit to crash through it, sliding along the floor to a stop.

Quickly climbing back to his feet, Hyde turned to look towards the arms dealer. That attack looked painful. Was the man still alive? Was he badly wounded? Nesbit was Hyde's ticket in all this, and if the man had gotten killed, than this whole venture would completely fall apart. Mercifully, from what Hyde could see during this brief time, Nesbit seemed to still be alive. Thank god for that. However, before he could see just what the extent of the man's injuries were, An ear-piercing roar rocked the building, followed by a loud crash and the shattering of glass. The whole building shook, causing Hyde to stumble. "What the hell!?" With his attention momentarily pulled from Nesbit, Hyde ran to the broken door and peered out.

Outside was the shichibukai, now in the form of a massive, enraged dinosaur, and four holes in the wall, indicating where the other people in the room had disappeared to. While the almost cartoony looking holes were almost somewhat comical, the situation Hyde was finding himself in was crashing down on him all at once.

He was now alone, with a very irate and volatile shichibukai very close by, and there was no immediate place for him to hide. The internal screaming going on in Hyde's head would be positively deafening if anyone was able to hear it.


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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Chapter 6 - Part V

This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun Jul 07, 2024 6:11 pm

Chapter 6 - Part V


Carbuncle's main factory was singing farewell to its labourers when a loud crash through its ceiling introduced a pair of unexpected guests. A monkey-like squeak escaped Winny when he heard the noise. [npc=misc]"I think it came from the forbidden section!"[/npc] He shouted, looking down the long corridor to where the two guards stood vigil over the heavy metal doors. Their faces were white as a sheet from what Winny could tell. Even they dared not look inside. 

A moment later, more impacts cracked out of the same section. [npc=misc]"Maybe we should go see what's happening in there! It sounded like something broke,"[/npc] Winny said, driven partly by fatal curiosity and partly by genuine concern for the wrought-iron creature that was the building. 

Before Pinako had a chance to talk sense into the impatient boy, he ran to the door, hurrying his tourists along behind him. Only when he reached the guards did he come to a screeching halt. 

The two riflemen wore green boiler suits and angry frowns. [npc=pirt]"Where the hell do you think you're going, you brat? You know you're not allowed in here,"[/npc] one of them growled. 

[npc=misc]"I just wanna fix whatever's broken back there, guys. I'm sure ya heard the wrecking noise too. Just let us in—I promise I'll be faster than the wind,"[/npc] Winny pleaded. But, his promise was not enough. He doubted he would get another opportunity to peek behind that particular curtain, so his head turned to his guests in hopes that one of them might have a more convincing argument to make.

Behind the forbidden doors was a hot and stuffy room with a vaulted ceiling supported by sturdy steel beams. Three streaks of daylight poured through the roof, dispelling some of the blackness. Two figures shuffled out of the waning dark, groaning and grunting.

[npc=cmdr]"Dammit. I think that fat bastard may have been playing us this whole time. What a mess,"[/npc] the shorter figure grumbled. He rubbed his shiny scalp and picked at his many bruises.

[npc=cmdr]"Ah zink zuh Aayon Beez bok mah bag, Godli-zan,"[/npc] the taller one said. He dusted himself off and popped a few bones. His back curved like an old man's as he walked.

[npc=cmdr]"That makes two of us. But, it looks like he might be breaking more than just our backs today. We need to get together with the rest of the gang and get the hell off this island before the Iron Beast gets into a fight with Nine Grain. This town's probably screwed if those two assholes start whacking at each other here,"[/npc] Gotli said as a shiver raced down his spine.

[npc=cmdr]"Looks like we fell into a dangerous place,"[/npc] the bald man continued with apprehension as he studied their landing zone. Countless cylinders clad in thick steel stood tall around them, with pipes twisting in and out. Many of them hissed, while a few others whistled, and each one of them quaked as if seething with rage. Gotli had just started to make out the faint letters embossed into one of the cylinders when he heard another crash from the ceiling.

[npc=cpol]"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised the two of you are still alive,"[/npc] said a stinging voice they had heard minutes ago. The inflection in his speech seemed to be well-architected to trigger his targets.

[npc=cpol]"The rest of my team will be joining us shortly. What do you say we have a chat until then? Assuming that buzzing fly leaves me alone long enough,"[/npc] the swan said, glancing up through the holes in the dome.

Only a moment ago, the Cipher Pol chief had been targeted by the moronic weasel, who seemed stubbornly set on believing Langhorne's unbelievable fabrications. The insane woman had now even escalated to direct assault. It had taken a few skillful circles around the area for him to lose her and call for backup, but he wouldn't bet any money the bloodhound had lost his scent for good. 

While the intruders in the main factory played their parts, the blasts on Carbuncle's shore only grew louder. The temporary crew of the flame-marked ship landed with the zeal and vigour of a thousand warring apes. Even with a small crew, they easily cut down the defence that met them on the shore. Some forty valiant marines fought their way through the docks, while fifteen nimble Cipher Pol agents darted through the backstreets to rendezvous with their chief.

A second violent roar matching the one they'd heard a few minutes before came sailing down to town. In the distance, Bradley spotted a beast tearing out of a structure built high up into a cliffside. It was as if the mountain itself was giving birth to the monstrosity that was the Iron Beast, Rubill Silver. Bradley's fingers danced on the hilt of his sword with anticipation. 

Back at the mountain, the dinosaur charged through the front wall with a howl and leapt off the metal platform outside. Like an earth-splitting asteroid, he fell amidst the buildings below, flattening them into crumpled sheets of scrap and dust. It would take him a few moments to get back on his feet.

Meanwhile, up in the offices, Nesbit whined in the dark, digging himself out of the debris the swan missile had buried him into. He corrected his posture with a few stretches and wiped the grime off his spoiled suit with a patterned handkerchief. 

But, he soon realized he was not alone. 

Clearing his throat, he said to the grey-haired stranger with poise and composure, [npc=pirt]"Just who might you be, skulking in the shadows? What secrets have you spied? What lies have you told?"[/npc] 

Anne La Tene
Anne La Tene
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This post has in-line assessment comments.Sun Jul 07, 2024 8:12 pm
It almost bothered Maquet how easily she once again fell into place with the circus group. Perhaps I missed my calling as a circus performer, she mused sarcastically, looking down as her hood covered her shamed eyes. No, I can’t think like that. This is just… like undercover work. Blending in always was one of my weak points, I’m… just getting better, that’s all.

While this thought was enough to push away her embarrassment, Maquet’s mood was not out of the woods yet. She went from slightly red in the face to unhealthily pale upon hearing the description of the trip to Carbuncle. From a hurricane to a ship graveyard? Facing one storm was bad enough; she was willing to endure that for the good of the mission. Facing a second treacherous sea soon after recovering, however, sounded like a nightmare. Not to mention what she was sure awaited her there. Could she survive another sailing nightmare and still be of any use to the Revolutionaries in the battle that was sure to start as soon as she stepped off of the ship?

Maquet had to put all of her focus into not letting her legs visibly quake; instead there was an occasional twitch as she rigidly moved. This was followed by a sudden shiver - a chill ran down her spine as she was sure she was being watched. She turned, and could see a hooded worker at a distance. Sergeant Stout’s smile peeked underneath the hood, and calmness washed over Maquet. Things would be fine.

On Sea - The Lashes - 3:15 p.m.

Things were not fine. The ship was tossed and shook by the dangerously unpredictable currents. It was awe-inspiring how a ship weighing more than a few hundreds of tons could be made to look almost weightless by the force of the ocean. Everyone was on high alert, doing their part to keep afloat.

Maquet was also doing her part. While a blacksmith by trade, woodworking and rope often played a huge part in her work. Thus she scrambled across the ship, helping with patching and rigging wherever she needed. Her feet and heart were in a race, both going as fast as they possibly could. Her nerves were on a knife’s edge. The sound of her pulse pounded within her head.

[npc=revo]”Maquet!”[/npc] A shout shattered the noises of the sea and her head. Somehow, Sergeant Stout had made it on board without her having ever seen him embark!

”How did you-”

[npc=revo]”Nevermind that! I have an order for you!”[/npc]

Maquet straightened up. ”Yes sir?”

[npc=revo]”Try not to drown this time!”[/npc]

How could he say that to her? Why would he stop what she’s doing just to insult her? She glared at him.

”The whole ship went down last time, and I was helping people! And I didn’t drown last time anyways!”

[npc=revo]”Exactly! Nobody is overboard, the ship’s not sinking, and the weather is bad, but it isn’t a hurricane. You’re going to be fine, so chill out!”[/npc]

”I-...” Stout was right. Maquet willed her heart rate down to a more reasonable pace and sighed. ”Yes sir. Permission to return to duty?”

Stout rolled his eyes and smiled. [npc=revo]”Permission granted. As for you…”[/npc] He turned and walked over to Genie with a growing grin. [npc=revo]”I would love you to teach me how you got that kid on such a good leash.”[/npc] He gestured over at Sabian.

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Volo Rosso
Volo Rosso
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Name : Volo Rosso Airheart
Epithet : Red Wing Volo
Age : 19
Height : 6'0"
Weight : 190
Species/Tribe : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Red Wing Pirates
Ship : Emilia
Crew Role : Captain
Devil Fruit : Moku Moku no mi
Bounty : [ber=r] 30,000,000
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[World Event] A Fool's Errand - Page 4 Empty Re: [World Event] A Fool's Errand

This post has in-line assessment comments.Wed Jul 10, 2024 8:26 pm
For most of the tour, Volo's head was in a haze, whether it was Winny's ramblings, the fumes from the machines, or the pi(lot)rates low attention span.

But the mention of the words fight and marine in the same sentence snapped him back to reality. "Kishishi! Now you're talking my language!" He snickered with a crack of his neck and knuckles.

"Just point us in the direction, right Karl?!"

Volo looked back and gave the visibly worried Winny a smile and a thumbs-up, "Keep working! Don't worry, we got this!"

"Ye....Yeah! C'mon, granny! We gotta get this done!"

"Who do yee think yer barkin orders at, ayeee sonny?! I ain't dead yet!!" The old Crone barked back playfully, happy to see her grandson's blooming confidence.

The laborers exited in mass as the Marines descended upon the facility, leaving behind a small group to assist Pinako and Winny, while the brats they brought kept around to keep the attackers out.

"You ready for this Susu?" Volo mumbled to his squirrel friend as he swiped a match from his pack to light his cigarette. "Sounds like some real big shots are hanging around. Shishishi.. Maybe we will get to fight one!"

[B]BOOOM[/i]

Even amongst the groaning machinery and clanging metal, the crash stood out. Winny was the first to notice its origin, though he was quickly halted by the goons at the door.

"Awww c'mon guys, he said he'd be quick." Volo chimed in but the guards dismissed him even quicker than the boy.

"Get lost, now." The pair pointed their rifles toward the group. "Or else."

Volo stared blankly at the gun before glancing over his shoulder at Karl, Chore Boy, and Onion, and then back to the rifles. "You guys think that two rifles are gonna be enough to stop us...?"

"Last chance!" He barked, shoving the rifle toward the pi(lot)rate only to be met with a cloud of smoke as Volo dissipated into an ethereal form.

The whispy dirty gray tendrils collected behind the pair before Volo appeared behind them with a mischievous smile. "What was it you guys were saying?"

"Wha...What?! He's a devil fruit user! Shoot him!" Though their aim was true, no gun could hope to fire after Volo's blackened busoshoku hands were done. Twisting the barrels in a way that they'd only ever aim at the user.

"Kishishsihi. You guys should get lost."

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