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PostSubject: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Aug 05, 2019 2:14 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.

 



PAPILLON D. FRAN

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Thirteen Years Ago…


So...cold… Fran shivered, pulling a threadbare blanket tighter around her body. There was a small fire flickering in front of her, it’s weak flames struggling to fight against the ever growing cold. Snow fell in delicate flakes from the grey sky and the muddy streets were freezing over. Stench wafted from a passed out homeless man next to Fran, but she could feel his heat slowly fading. He wouldn’t last long if he didn’t wake up soon, but from past experiences, Fran knew better than to rouse him. Death was freeing to the suffering.

Another shiver passed through Fran. She was determined not to give into the temptation of accepting death. Never… thought Fran, clenching her teeth firmly to stop them from chattering.

“Fran?” a feeble voice rose from her lap and she glanced down at the boy she was trying to shelter.

“It’s okay, Finny,” she whispered, shuffling closer to the fire. “It’ll get warmer when the sun rises.”

“I’ve never felt so cold before,” the boy whimpered, curling into a tighter ball into Fran’s belly. “Papa…”

“It’s okay,” she repeated, but her voice was empty.

The truth was, even if they made it through tonight, there was still tomorrow night and the night after that. Fran, like all orphans, had learnt to expect winters to be filled with more suffering than any other season.

Finny wasn’t like Fran. Until recently, Finny had an adult to look after him, but that man was now frozen cold next to Fran; his breathing stopped. Suddenly, a bone-chilling wind blew through the street, sweeping unmarked snow up and, like the bitch Mother Nature could be, dumped it all over their meagre campfire.

The effects of losing their only source of actual warmth was immediate. The night got darker, the cold feistier. Fran would have cried if she wasn’t so cold and tired. Instead, she pulled the blanket closer around Finny, despite knowing that by sunrise, he would no longer be with her.


Ten Years Ago…



The winters got easier. They were still colder and colder each year, but Fran had amassed better survival skills. And there was something else. Someone else. Despite being younger than Fran, she was faster, braver and most importantly, stronger. Fran had gotten used to seeing her back and she found herself smiling more when she was with her.

Fran had only ever had the will to live and not much more. In her, she’d seen what strength and kindness was. It was a warmth that chased the cold away and made it easier to pass the nights spent awake because her growling stomach refused to quiet.

Then the Harvesters had arrived, grabbed her and not even her dear friend could save her. The last thing Fran remembered before being snatched, before the numbing cold paralysed her legs, before the lonely despair and before the treacherous path she had dragged her bloody and weak body along, was the cry of anguish from her friend echoing over the sound of cruel laughter.

“Fran! Fran!!”

“Mi…!”

“FRAN!!!”


***


“Fran, wake up! Fran! FRAN!!”

Her crimson eyes flew open in a frenzied panic as her blanket was jerked from her body. Immediately, her first reaction was to whip out the revolver she kept buried under her pillow and jam it into her assailant’s forehead.

“Woah, woah, woah, calm down! It’s me, Fran!” Captain Patch cried, flinging his arms into the air in hopes it would pacify the woman.

Panting, a lock of sweat drenched hair fell over Fran’s face as she studied the captain through bleary and hysteria-filled eyes. There were three rings surrounding her seemingly bottomless pupils, a sure sign she was deeply agitated. Patch had known her for a long time already and he could tell when she was displaying bouts of hysteria abnormal even for her.

Slowly and gently, as though approaching a rabid dog, he lowered his body so he was kneeling beside her bed. The barrel of the gun followed his every move, but her finger trembled over the trigger. Fran, usually so cool and composed, never fired unless she was sure of her target. It was rare for her to pull out her gun without first formulating a carefully calculated plan. Something in her sleep must have truly shaken her down to her core.

“Shh...it’s me…” Patch murmured, carefully reaching towards Fran’s trembling body.

The barrel pressed against his forehead, but he pulled her towards him as though it weren’t there. His golden monocle glistened as the morning sun filled the room and Fran was frozen in place, her head rested against Patch’s shoulder. He smoothed out the back of her disheveled head, humming an obscure tune quietly. Finally, when she lifted her head, the rings around her pupil had faded, but there was always one ring that always stayed stubbornly locked in place.

Patch carefully released the young woman's body and she studied him for a moment. It had already been approximately ten years since Fran had first met the older marine captain, yet not a single feature had changed since. His greying hair, scruffy beard and crows feet lining the corner of his eyes were almost identical to the first day she had encountered him all those years ago when he had given her a way out of living in isolation and fear.

The only difference was his left eye, which had always been failing, but she noticed a silver film had recently started to invade the iris. It was a sure sign of his ageing, but she chose not to dwell too deeply on it. Thinking about a day when her old mentor and adoptive guardian would no longer be with her was a cause of great fear for the young huntress.

“Thanks,” she mumbled gruffly as Patch took one of the knitted handkerchiefs Fran had gifted him from his vest pocket and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Patch smiled ruefully and fixed his crooked monocle. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

She dropped her gaze. “I-I don’t remember. I think it was about the past.”

“It’s over now,” he said reassuringly, knowing exactly when not to press her.

“I have a feeling that it wasn’t all bad…” she said thoughtfully.

There was a flash of a girl smiling and then the back of her blue head racing away from her. When Fran had tried to reach out her hand to the girl, the image had dissipated like mist. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back onto Patch’s shoulder. Who is that girl? Why can’t I remember her anymore…?

"Come on, it's time to get up," Patch said suddenly, jerking her out of her quickly spiralling thoughts.

There was a touch of concern in his pale brown eyes, but he disguised it well and Fran wondered if she had imagined it. Well, he was ever the worrywart. Fran shrugged inwardly, before manoeuvring her body to throw her limp legs off the edge of the bed. Ignoring the feeling of Patch's eyes boring on her, she reached for her electric wheelchair and heaved herself onto with barely a grunt.

She knew Patch always wanted to help her, but she always refused; she hated the idea of needing aid in something she was stuck with for life and had mastered all her day-to-day routines so she could perform them without any display of effort. Patch thought it was stubbornness, which was largely true, but Fran simply didn't want to cause him unnecessary anxiety. She wanted to show him she was more than capable of looking after herself.

"I'll meet you outside your room when you're ready," said Patch, once sure she was secure in her chair.

Nodding, Fran watched as the door closed behind him and once alone, she couldn't help her thoughts drifting back to the girl from her dream...

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“I can’t believe I’m back at this dump again!” Complained the vertically challenged woman who could be seen walking down the road of a village she hadn’t been to before. This place happened to be situated near a Marine’s HQ as well, much to Miku’s chagrin. It wasn’t the smartest move on her end to hang around here but the last ship she booked passage on had ended up docking on her old home island of Centaurea due to some freak storm. It was frustrating to say the least for the young woman. She had hoped to never see this place ever again, too many bad memories.

A sigh escaped Miku’s lips as the early morning rays began to strike at her eyes, the sun finally cresting over the horizon. It illuminated the ramshackle village she found herself in which was made of cheaply built homes, barely standing stalls, and streets littered with trash. Despite all of this she still felt a strange feeling of nostalgia at being back home. No, this place wasn’t home. It never truly was for her or any of her brothers and sisters.

As Miku continued walking down a few different alleys she began to reflect on her time since she left this island with Nathaniel, or ‘Magic Man’ as he was known by the Marines. It wasn’t even a whole year since she left with him and the Rascal wasn’t just a nameless orphan anymore. The weight of her Knuckles which hung within a small leather pouch from her hips felt heavier for some reason. The bluenette ignored the feeling and simply tugged the rim of her hat lower over her eyes to protect them from the peaking rays as she continued towards the nearest open inn. Hopefully the kitchen was up and running, she could do with a warm meal before heading out for the day.

The young pirate eventually found what appeared to be a building that operated as the local inn. The girl didn’t see much traffic on the road despite the sun finally being over the horizon completely. Then again, most people didn’t have much reason to be early risers on this damned island, all the shady practices were done at night. A shiver ran down the woman’s spine as she remembered what she found that night with Nathaniel. Dismissing these thoughts again she made her way towards the entrance and found herself in a ramshackle little dining area. There were three tables, all of shoddy quality, with an unequal amount of chairs at each one. Miku’s lips simply pressed into a firm line as she chose the table nearest the exit with only a single chair at it.

As Miku sat in the chair she found that it was uneven and wobbled from her weight. It was empty down here and no one seemed to be at the counter towards the back of the room. Though Miku did spot a staircase near a doorway that probably led to the kitchen and back rooms. No obvious restrooms in this establishment so far, Miku figured most residents did their business in their rooms or the alleys. Perhaps the restrooms were upstairs, Miku didn’t care to find out at the moment. She simply sat at the table and decided to wait a few minutes to see if any of the workers came out soon.





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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyTue Aug 06, 2019 3:18 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.

 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


She didn't take long; Fran had never been the type to pamper herself, much to Patch's disappointment. When she left her room with tufts of hair curling wildly from her crown, it was clear she hadn't even brushed her hair and there was only the scent of toothpaste to indicate she had freshened up at all. She now wore a black kimono with purple butterflies lining the sleeves and hem and a scruffy grey blanket was thrown over her lap, covering her feet.

“Shall we have breakfast at the marine base today?” asked Patch cheerfully, which was immediately met with a snort of disdain.

“Nice try, but you'll have to do better,” Fran replied with a roll of her ruby eyes. “No, I like the food here.”

“I’m pretty sure the food here is rotten,” Patch quibbed.

“Either way, it’s still the best Centaurea has to offer,” Fran said with a shrug.

The left the hallway of shoddy rooms and entered the dining area, a fairly small space heavy with gloom despite the weak rays of sunlight filtering through the grime-covered windows. The door was swinging wide open and off half its hinges, the irresponsible owner too lazy and money hoarding to bother fixing the broken latch, and the wind blew through dust and the smell of piss into the tavern.

Not exactly the most appetising of circumstances for a dining area and true to its usual business, the tavern was completely empty save for the single girl with a cap of blue hair seated at a table next to the open door. The presence of a customer at all was a rare and almost inconceivable sight, and Fran couldn't help studying her. An image of her dream flashed across her mind when she swept her eyes over the girl, but it immediately disappeared.

There’s no way, thought Fran with annoyance at herself. It’s time to move on.

“Looks like Henrietta is still asleep, the lazy buffalo,” commented Patch rudely without noticing her pause. “Choose a table and I’ll go get her.”

It was only when he had left did Fran notice with irritation that the girl was seated at their usual table. The inn slash tavern, aptly named the Greasy Yak, rarely procured many guests and so Fran and Patch often took the table with a single chair next to the exit to avoid having to move chairs away for Fran to fit her wheelchair in.

Finding the idea of confronting a stranger just for her usual seat tiresome, the young woman simply sighed and directed her wheelchair towards one of the two empty tables and pulled aside a chair so she could slot her own chair in place. There was a heavily stained newspaper on the table and she picked it up gingerly with two fingers before dropping it on the floor with open disgust.

If she had taken a minute to observe the front page sporting a wanted poster, she might have recognised the blue-haired girl sitting on the other side of the tavern, but the possibility of its feces stained pages was enough of a deterrent. Instead, she pulled out a heap of her collection of bounty posters from the bag hanging from her wheelchair’s armrest and began flipping through them idly.

She was one poster away from the one belonging to the Rowdy Rascal, before she bemusedly stuffed the pile back into her bag; she couldn’t focus on work until she had properly shaken the nagging feeling associated with the blue-haired girl. If it hadn’t been for the haunting dream earlier, she might have made the connection with a certain wanted criminal, but her thoughts refused to break away from the image of the blue-haired girl in her dreams.

Dammit, that useless captain is taking forever, she thought impatiently.

She waited restlessly for several more minutes, before she couldn’t hold back any longer. Backing away from her table, she found herself heading towards the table with the tavern’s other guest before she could completely register what exactly she was doing.

When she came to a stop in front of the girl’s table, Fran realised she towered over the girl by at least a head and a half. Fran was a relatively tall woman, but even being perpetually seated, she could rarely showcase the fact. Yet she had a feeling her head would still at the very least be on the same level as the smaller girl when she stood.

This girl couldn’t possibly be the same one from my dreams, thought Fran stubbornly, annoyed she had even bothered approaching the girl. She was definitely taller than me.

And yet she couldn’t cease her unrelenting curiosity. “Who are you?” she asked the smaller girl, her voice hard-set and rough as she looked down her pointed nose at her.

It was only now when she was closer and staring at her face did Fran realise the girl was a lot older than she appeared. Fran had misjudged her based only on her height, but she seemed a lot closer to her own age upon further scrutiny. Now to see how the girl would reply...



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Minutes dragged by slowly as Miku picked at her fingernails with a small shard of the table that she had torn off. It was already dangling off the edge of the table and the woman had nothing else to do as she waited for the owner of this place to get off their ass. Whoever ran this place probably didn’t even expect someone to show up here this early, or even at all if she was honest with herself. A sad reminder of the state of affairs on Centaurea. Miku may have wondered if the village’s proximity to a marine base would have changed some of that but it was obviously not the case. Not that the Rascal held much hope for the Marines doing anything helpful for the residents here. They never did for her.

This line of thinking caused Miku’s brow to furrow and a frown to form on her face. Marines really pissed her off with their fresh pressed uniforms, abundant resources, comfy living quarters, their damned holier-than-thou attitudes. Her teeth grit and her fists curled as she started to mentally rile herself up only to be snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of voices coming from the hallway past the staircase. Perhaps it belonged to the owner, about damn time. As Miku looked towards the approaching voices a woman appeared from the doorway on a wheelchair. The bluenette was waiting to see whoever was pushing her only to be surprised to find that the second voice she heard wasn’t the one pushing the chair, it was moving on its own. The shock was only momentary as Miku looked away from the woman, doubting she was the owner of this establishment.

There was in fact another person behind her but they had gone back into the hallway before Miku could get a good look at them. The woman was now seated, parked, at another table in the room. The woman was unkempt to say the least and seemed to be leafing through a stack of papers she had retrieved from her satchel. It must be convenient being able to hang satchels on her own chair, though it was obviously not something she must have had a choice in. Was she ill? Infirm? The woman didn’t appear to be much older than herself, if only slightly frail looking due to her condition. A strange curiosity held Miku’s gaze on the woman as she busied herself with her papers. The woman may have been a mess to look at but even Miku could see the possible beauty underneath it all, especially in those wild locks that nearly reached the ground. It was difficult to tell much else about he woman beneath her modest kimono and blanket, though Miku did wonder absentmindedly.  

It was during Miku’s thoughts on the woman’s possible figure that the object of her thoughts suddenly came to her table. Her blue eyes widened momentarily before settling into a guarded glare at the woman across the table from her. “Who are you?” It annoyed Miku that she had to look up slightly at this woman despite the fact she was in a wheelchair, was everyone in the world taller than her? The rascal simply sized up the woman for a moment before settling on an answer.

“Isn’t it rude to demand who someone is without introducing yourself first? ” The question was said with some sass in it as Miku gave a small smirk to the woman. The pirate hadn’t expected the woman to roll right up to her and demand who she is, though if she is a local it wouldn’t be too surprising to want to know who the stranger was. Stranger danger and all that jazz. “However, if you must know I’m Miku. Just Miku. I think that’s fair enough to know for free. Now how about you introduce yourself?” The rascal lifted one hand palm up as if to pass the stage over to her.






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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 07, 2019 5:18 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.

NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


Fran was not one to ever rise to provocation. In fact, she prided herself in keeping a levelhead, even if that was less the case more often than not. Her involuntary bouts of hysteria were always a constant cause of grief in both the past and present, but fortunately, the triggers to flip her switch were so often specific enough that she had learnt to identify the flow of her situation well enough to determine the immediate future of her state-of-mind.

She didn’t want to recklessly press the issue of her dream as it was presently uncharted territory, but the insubordinate part of her refused to let the matter go. Even if she declared herself to be calm and collected, some things such as her dislike for following orders just didn’t change, even if the one giving those orders were herself. She recognised her own pigheadedness, even if outwardly she was the embodiment of a stricken yet lackadaisical flower, and it was precisely this pigheadedness that made her feel pity for Patch at times of her own self-awareness.

Bemused as she was at the blue-haired woman’s quick retort, it was hardly enough to shake the handicapped huntress and she remained emotionless. It had been her own mistake to approach the other woman so abruptly, especially given their current location. Centaurea was not built on trust and wearing one’s heart on their sleeve, and so Fran’s hastiness could have cost her more than an uncomfortable first impression.

At best, Fran could have expected a fiery lash and at worst, she could have instigated a brawl she would undeniably have been disadvantaged in. To her relief, the blue-haired woman was in a seemingly amiable mood and introduced herself in good-humour. Or as good-humouredly as Centaurea strangers got, anyway.

A smile was a rarity for Fran, especially given the turmoil she was constantly mindful of repressing lest she caused an unseemly scene. Yet there was something about this young lady she couldn’t withdraw herself from and she couldn’t help the thin corners of her lips lifting an almost undetectable fraction. Miniscule as it was and hardly categorised as a “smile”, it was a leap few had the satisfaction of witnessing.

“Miku…” she repeated slowly, rolling the name on her tongue, as though testing how it sounded from her lips. “Apologies, for interrupting you. I thought I had met you before, but I may have been mistaken. My name is Fran.” She accompanied her words with a gracious bow of her head. “You don’t appear to be unfamiliar with this village, yet I haven’t seen you before.” Fran didn’t pose the statement as a question, but one was implied through the thoughtful tilt of her head as she scrutinised the other woman.

Fran's conclusion was mostly conjecture, but there was some substance to it. Their current venue was more than enough evidence to suggest Miku's familiarity with the area. After all, the Greasy Yak was empty of customers for the tavern and guests for the inn for a perfectly good reason: though the food and alcohol was phenomenal by Centaurea standards, the service was disgraceful and opprobrious. Yes, even by Centaurea standards. Patch's prolonged absence suggested he was still struggling to wrestle the overweight tavern master's pillow from her slothful clutches; what employer let her so-called "guests" be her alarm clock?

Yet it was still very likely Miku had wandered into the establishment by pure chance. After all, it wasn't so removed from the main road. The huntress also didn’t make a point of remembering every face she passed on Centaurea; there was no point after all, many rolled dead into a ditch each passing day. Yet Fran was sure she would never miss this woman. Shrug it off to her well-honed instinct or the woman’s striking features such as her height and blue hair, Fran simply couldn’t shrug off her strange and unfounded interest in Miku.

Nothing had struck her when she had engaged in a conversation with Miku. No returning memory, no sense of nostalgia, and definitely no electrical spark of recognition. So why was Fran still pursuing the issue? Why was that dream refusing to fade away like every other dream?


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The brawler couldn’t read the woman at all, her face was a mask devoid of any reaction or emotions at her response. It wasn’t unusual for people on Centaurea to have developed this skill as showing emotion was often a sign of weakness. Except in Miku’s case, she just beat anyone who gave her problems into the ground if they didn’t like her feelings towards them. Though she may have imagined a tiny movement at the corner of the woman’s lips. As Miku kept observing the woman that familiar feeling returned and it echoed when her own name fell from those lips.

When Miku’s name was repeated she simply tipped her hat as if to greet the woman again. The Rascal simply listened to the woman’s, Fran’s, apology before quickly shaking her head. “It’s no problem at all.” However the woman still seemed suspicious of Miku if her following statement was anything to go by. As for the passing familiarity Fran claimed to feel, it wasn’t too uncommon for the Rascal anymore. Her face was plastered among many other bounties at taverns, marine headquarters, and town squares now. Though not as much as some of the high reward bounties, thus allowing her some form of anonymity in her travels.

“I may not be from this village but grow up in one run down place on Centaurea and you’ve seen em all.” Miku answered simply enough. It wasn’t something she hid but she wasn’t about to delve into her personal history just because Fran was curious about her. “I doubt we’ve met before, I tend to not stay in one place too long. I also try not to visit the same places on my travels, only reason I’m back on Centaurea is coincidence.” With that Miku leaned forward and rested her head on both her hands, “So Fran...” the Rascal paused as she attempted to think of something to talk about. “Not going to lie, I don’t got much to work with for small talk at the moment.” Miku sighed as she admitted this. “Any idea when the owner is going to get out here? I’m starving and could use a meal that isn’t… well… it’s probably gonna be stale bread and moldy food isn’t it?” A frown appeared on the Rascal’s face as she realized she had been slightly spoiled with the quality of food on all the other islands she had been since leaving Centaurea.



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Name : Papillon D. Fran
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Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
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Attack (ATK) : 70
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Reflex (RX) : 70
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyFri Aug 09, 2019 2:42 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 



PAPILLON D. FRAN


“I envy you,” Fran admitted, speaking after mulling over Miku’s words. “I have been unable to leave this forsaken island. My current condition makes the reason obvious, but it’s a little more complicated.”

She fell silent for a moment. Her words weren’t completely false, nor were they completely true either. The woman had more than enough resources to get off the island; after all, Patch was more than willing to acquire a ship with his influence in the Marines for her and her services as a bounty hunter was starting to gain friction among the higher-ups. Yet as ready as Fran was to abandon the island, there was still the issue of her vengeance with the Harvesters, the main reason she was still compelled to stay.

The Harvest was an annual occurrence, a barbaric tradition of kidnapping orphaned children from Centaurea to ultimately sell as merchandise to the slave market. It was during the Harvest ten years ago did Fran find her life had taken an abrupt turn; she became bound to a wheelchair and could no longer steal, forcing her to find other more dangerous means to survive. Furthermore, as much as she tried to be independent, she was still forced to rely on another to provide for her most imperative needs.

At Miku’s question of the establishment’s owner, Fran shrugged. “Henrietta makes decent food, if you’re used to eating on Centaurea.” If you eat at all. “But she’s not exactly what you would consider professional.”

There was a sound from the hallway and moments later, a heavy woman with a girth spanning three of Patch’s heaved through the doorway. Following behind with a dark grimace was Patch, stumbling from what appeared to be a limp. He was off-duty today and his casual button-up shirt was completely ruffled. Fran spotted a bruise swelling around his bare calf.

“What happened to you?” she demanded.

“Henrietta rolled off her bed and bowled me down,” replied Patch grumpily. “She puts buffalos to shame.”

“Come, Joseph, no one likes a complainer,” chortled Henrietta with a good-humouredly slap on the poor captain’s thin back. “Oh, a new customer? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have dallied so much.”

“This is Miku,” said Fran, nodding to the petite woman across from her. “Miku, these two are my dearest benefactors Patch, my guardian of sorts, and Henrietta, the owner of the Greasy Yak.”

“And a Greasy Yak, she is,” muttered Patch under his breath, pulling up a chair to their table and dropping heavily into it.

The chair wobbled as he did, but he paid it no attention as he nursed the swelling that had started to progress down to his ankle. He was too focused on his current pain to pay much attention to the blue-haired woman, but when he glanced up at her briefly, he didn’t appear to recognise her and his attention quickly resumed to tenderly rubbing his bruise.

“I’ll have you know, I don’t have a menu. If you find one, it's probably from the old owner and I just keep it to make the place seem put together. I just make whatever inspires me in the kitchen,” said Henrietta with a booming laugh before fixing a steely glance on Miku. “You just settle with what I give you and eat all of it.”

After Miku’s response, whether it was in agreement or disagreement, Henrietta would then amble back towards the door she had come through and a loud clanking would soon ensue from the kitchen at the end of the corridor. Before long, her booming voice echoed out.

“Joseph! Come get the food!”

“What dumb woman gets a customer to waiter their own food?” fumed Patch, but he pushed himself back onto his feet without refusing. “One of these days, that buffalo is gonna get it…”

He continued to grumble as he limped to the kitchen. Soon, he reappeared with a wooden tray and he began setting their table with vegetable tempura, karaage chicken and black coffee. Fran waved for Miku to help herself before picking up a tempura with her hands and nibbling it.

“Henrietta doesn’t believe in the need for cutlery,” said Patch apologetically to Miku. “It’s especially annoying when she serves something like pasta or stew.” He picked up one of the balls of fried chicken and bit into it, before making a face. “Ugh, I have no idea why Fran likes eating her food.”

“It’s delicious,” said Fran and though her expression was still sullen, there was a warmth in her words. “Her flavours are incredibly interesting.”

“Yeah, when it comes to fried chicken, I like mine to taste like fried chicken and not…” he took another bite and grimaced. “Whatever ‘incredibly interesting’ is. It’s not terrible, but it definitely takes some getting used to.”


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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Aug 12, 2019 1:22 am



[ seize life with your own hands ]






It was no real surprise that Fran was envious of Miku’s freedom, she assumed most people wished to leave Centaurea. There was nothing here for those who weren’t willing to take what little there was by force. Even for those who could take it would often conflict with their ‘morals’ for taking from those in more dire straits. Miku considered herself someone who walked that line still, though for how long not even she knew. Though she knew there were plenty of other groups on the island who didn’t think twice before taking whatever they desired. The Marines were occasionally a part of these groups.

It was a relief to hear that the owner, Henrietta, apparently knew here way around a stove. This was shown with a tilt of Miku’s head and a small smile for Fran for getting her hopes up. That smile quickly disappeared at the appearance of who she presumed was Henrietta and an older man. Miku’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him before moving over to the rather large woman who was apparently not suffering from the lack of food most street urchins did. This didn’t sit well with the former urchin and she immediately had a bad impression of this Henrietta.

The Rascal simply leaned back in her chair, her lips pressed into a firm line again as she observed the interactions between the three people. They all seemed familiar enough with one another despite the differences in age between all three of them. Miku didn’t react to Henriettas noticing her, nor did she do anything but glare at the man, Joseph, when she was introduced. Maintaining her glare she simply nodded her head down at the man if only to show she wasn’t ignoring Fran. Much to Miku’s displeasure the man then sat down at their table, pulling up a chair for himself. This is the exact opposite of what Miku had thought would happen when she chose the table with a single table.

Henrietta then prattled on about eating whatever she decided to make in the kitchen which caused Miku to turn her attention back towards the woman. After a second she cracked a small smirk at that, her attitude striking a chord with Miku at the very least. The woman simply nodded at Henrietta’s demand that she all of her food, Miku wasn’t one for wasting after fighting for most of her meals.

The table sat in relative silence as the three occupants all patiently waited for the meal. Miku didn’t try making anymore small talk as she wasn’t going to bother trying to play nice with Joseph at the table. Instead she went back to leaning back in her chair and picking at her nails, if only to distract herself from glaring anymore at the unwanted company. Thankfully the man was called to get their food and Miku slightly relaxed when he disappeared from the room. She shot Fran a quick look and saw the woman was completely comfortable in the man’s presence. A grimace formed at that thought, it seemed like she couldn’t cause a scene unless she wanted to insult the chair bound woman.

Miku’s form regained its rigid state at the return of Joseph, who was carrying three servings of food straight from the kitchen. The woman simply nodded in response to Joseph’s disclaimer about the food and ignored his attempts at continuing conversation. Fran’s opinion about the food was kind apparently and Miku appreciated that the woman wasn’t picky. Food was food. With that thought Miku went for the fried chicken that seemed to not sit well with the old man and took a bite of it. It didn’t taste like fried chicken, that was for sure, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was cooked, it was edible, and it probably didn’t have any rot on it. Making it fine cuisine for this shitty island.

“I have to agree with you, Fran. It is quite interesting, not near as bad as many of the meals I was forced to consume as a child.” Miku stated bluntly to Fran. “It wouldn’t do to make a fuss over a hot well cooked meal, many don’t get that privilege.” This statement was obviously directed at the whining Joseph.

Miku left her response at that and continued to enjoy her meal, ignoring any strange flavors or random textures that could be felt when chewed. It was fried food and that easily masked most of the possible unsavory flavors, plus she absolutely loved fried foods. Miku decided to try engaging with Fran in small talk before Joseph decided to dominate the conversations at the table.

“So Fran, did you grow up in this little town?” Miku asked as she chewed on some of the vegetables. “I’m not familiar with this town in particular myself. I mostly stuck to the other end of the island.” The bluenette looked towards the large man quickly and back to Fran to compare the two to one another. They didn’t look similar enough to be familial but that wasn’t always a reliable way of being certain of a person's relations. “Though I didn’t have the benefit of a ‘benefactor’ over there, I had to fend for myself for most of my life.” Though when Miku said this she suddenly felt guilty about the lie. She did have a benefactor at one point and she remembered those two lives as the best in her life. A sadness entered her eyes as she tried to push the memories from the forefront of her mind.

“Us street kids learned real fast that you had to do a lot of unsavory things to stay alive.” Miku added as she continued filling the silence. “Such as eating out of the trash, catching our own food, or even odd jobs just for table scraps.” Once again Miku was directing these comments towards Joseph mostly. “Sometimes what we ate wasn’t always dead before we bit into it…” A glare was actually shot at Joseph with that comment as she bit into another piece of chicken.




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Name : Papillon D. Fran
Epithet : Frenzy Eyes
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 14, 2019 4:32 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


Fran cracked another smile at Miku’s approval to the taste of Henrietta’s food. She didn’t quite catch the tone the other woman took up for the older man sitting next to her, but Patch certainly seemed to have taken a hint.

However, instead of falling into a remorseful silence, he lifted a piece of the funky-tasting chicken as if in toast and stuffed it in his mouth in one go. There was a strange grimace, but he quickly covered it up and began to chew slowly and purposefully. The wheelchair-bound woman lifted a brow in inquiry, but shrugged before continue to nibble at her first piece.

“Yes...there was a time when food, let alone hot food, was considered a luxury commodity more valuable than any even gold,” she replied, finally polishing the rest of the chicken off before picking up another. “Unfortunately, food is one of the main necessities easiest to take for granted. However, I don’t believe there is a single person in our immediate company who doesn’t acknowledge the meaning of food.”

“Right you are, girl,” grunted Henrietta, who had somehow appeared silently.

Her face was red from the kitchen heat and she flopped heavily down onto a bar-stool with a heaving sigh. There was a hint of pain in her breathing, but she was a proud woman and she refused to make it obvious. Only Patch, with his lengthy relationship with the great woman, detected it.

“I haven’t been a chef for long, but I’ve seen enough hunger to recognise those who hail from it. That includes you, of course,” she nodded to the blue-haired woman. “I don’t cook for those who don’t appreciate food.”

A heavy atmosphere seemed to fall over the group, but Patch waved his hand as though to dispel it. “Yes, we’re all very lucky to be blessed with this unearthly food you’ve cooked up for us, Henrietta,” joked Patch, trying to alleviate the tension, even while he realised it was largely his facetious nature that had caused the discussion in the first place.

Henrietta chortled good-naturedly and Fran shook her head, a tiny smile lifting up again. She turned her attention to Miku when the blue-haired woman directed a question to her.

“I’m not from this town,” she replied, taking her time to finish her second piece. She didn’t tend to eat much as her body didn’t require much to sustain itself and her stomach was still too tight from years of starvation. “I didn’t stay in one town for a long time when I was a child, so I can’t quite remember my origins, but I naturally went wherever there was likely food to eat. Although, during the winters I would sacrifice food for shelter.”

She smiled bitterly; it was her first proper smile, one that actually curled up her cheeks, but it was dark and completely devoid of the gentle softness from her previous barely perceivable ones. “Not that I could ever truly escape it.”

At Miku’s mention of her ‘benefactors’, Fran glanced across at Patch and Henrietta. “Yes...I never used to have benefactors and I never had need for them either. Unfortunately…” she rapped her knuckle on the arm of her wheelchair. “I have little choice now. However, benefactors are extremely difficult to come by and there exists people who actually need them more than I do. So yes, I consider myself extremely lucky, even if I would prefer being able to live independently.”

Patch reached over and gently ruffled the young huntress’s hair. “Don’t say things like that, Fran,” he said sternly, the roguish twinkle in his eyes no longer apparent. “Henrietta and I are here for you because we want to be.”

Fran blinked, the dark humour in her smile stumbling. “I see,” she said simply, ducking her head away from his hand.

She resumed her nibbling, as though to cover up her shyness and Patch smiled down at her fondly. He turned his smile on Miku, the affection never failing to waver in the face of her hard glare. He didn’t say anything to her words, but his old eyes clouded over briefly and he nodded.

“If I could help more of those street kids, I would, but the world isn’t so easy.” He broke into a sad smile, exchanging a look with Henrietta who had fallen completely silent. She was still trying to catch her breath from her earlier exertion in the kitchen.

Fran polished off her chicken and glanced at Miku. “If you’re staying in town for a while, why don’t I show you around?” she offered. “There isn’t much, of course, but if you’re looking for supplies, I can at least take you to the more…trustworthy areas.”

She had barely finished speaking when one of the two windows of the joint suddenly shattered. A brick crashed into the back bar where whole displays of watered down, yet debatable precious, spirits shattered on impact. The sound of gunfire immediately followed the assault. Patch jerked out of his chair, immediately leaping for Henrietta who was initially stunned until a bullet pierced her chest.

“Get down!” he shouted to the two younger women.

Fran had already slid off her chair and crawled under the broken window sill. With lightning fast reflexes, she’d pulled out a sniper rifle from one of the hidden compartments of her chair and assembled it in moments. She held it close to her chest, gritting her jaw tightly and her crimson eyes were aflame.

“Fran, stop! Don’t do anything that could get you shot, idiot!” shouted Patch, who had half dragged, half rolled the heavyweight chef behind the bar.

Ignoring the warning, Fran twisted her body around, her legs limp and heavy under her and propped her sniper rifle on the sill. She gripped the sill with one hand to help support her body until she had arranged herself into an appropriate firing position. When the onslaught of bullets relaxed for a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes in ardent concentration.

Within those short seconds of respite, her sharp eyes pinpointed one of the figures outside and she fired. There was no hesitation, no fear and certainly no error in her aim; the figure fell with a bullet hole dead centre on his forehead. She swung her barrel around, still capitalising on those few seconds and after three quick, successive shots, there was complete silence.

“Shit! Fran, what did I tell you about being reckless?”
snapped Patch, his body completely hidden behind the bar.

“I wasn’t being reckless,” replied the disabled sniper coolly, pulling her rifle off the sill and blowing away the tendrils of grey smoke wafting from its nozzle.

She reached for her chair and drew herself back into its seat in one fluid, graceful motion. Her posture was relaxed and dignified, as though she hadn’t just been caught in a crossfire. Not even a single strand of her messy curls were out-of-place, but despite her composure, she left her rifle at ease across her lap.

“Shut up, Joseph, she just saved our asses,” groaned Henrietta.

Fran wheeled herself back to the window and cautiously scanned the area. Asides from the four grunts she had shot down, there were a few other motionless bodies who had been caught in the crossfire. Others were scrambling away and rat-like eyes glowed fearfully from the dark, dingy alleyways, but there was no other danger present.

Having secured the area, she quickly wheeled herself to the fallen chef. “How bad is it?” she demanded as Patch grabbed a handful of rags and pressed them against Henrietta’s chest.

“Thankfully, she's a beefed up buffalo,” hissed Patch. There was a crossness in his tone, but the wild panic in his eyes was unmistakably concern. “The bullet didn’t reach her heart, but she needs a medic.”

“Don’t you fucking dare take me to the marines, old man,”
groaned Henrietta.

Fran grimaced at the mention of the blue and white clad officers, sharing the woman’s distaste for them. Yet… “You have to go,” she urged her fiercely. “You can’t die now and the marines are your only hope, Henrietta.”

“Well, good luck getting me there,” she snapped. “No, I’ll be fine. Fran, you have more important matters to attend to. Those guys...I’m sorry, I tried to keep them from getting to you…”

Fran opened her mouth to ask, but Henrietta reached up a shaking hand and gripped the younger woman's wrist, silencing her with a fervent look. An icy chill ran down Fran’s spine and, despite having lost all feeling below her waist, seemed to drip down to her legs.

She spun her chair around suddenly, her eyes searching the wooden debris across the tavern’s floor. Her crimson glare finally landed on the brick and she reached down to snatch it up. For a moment, she simply stared at the brick’s surface, completely frozen.

“Fran?” asked Patch anxiously, shaking her from her reverie.  

With a trembling hand, Fran passed the brick over to him and her shoulders slumped in shock. Using one hand to continue applying pressure on Henrietta’s wound, he took the brick and scanned the letters sprawled across its surface, reading aloud.


“‘Dear the woman frozen in time,

This year’s Harvest will begin soon and this time, the Harvesters will reclaim a past debt. Don’t forget, you have always belonged to us.

Sincerely, S.C’”



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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 14, 2019 11:58 pm



[ seize life with your own hands ]






Miku’s initial impression of Henrietta only improved as she rejoined the table and inserted herself into the conversation. A simple nod at the woman was given to acknowledge Henrietta’s comment on her coming from a hungry past. The food was nice and the tension only eased slightly when Joseph attempted to dispel it with his hand. Thankfully Fran decided to take over the conversation by answering the questions Miku had posed earlier.

A shiver as Fran mentioned the harsh winters went down Miku’s back as she remembered all too well how those months went. It seemed the woman wasn’t as well taken care of as she had assumed. A small pit of guilt formed in her stomach from the baseless accusation. The following comment about wishing to live independently was salt in the wound. The Rascal’s eyes shifted down as if to look at Fran’s wheelchair before continuing to her food to disguise the motion.

The reaching of Joseph’s hand towards Fran’s head caused Miku to instinctively tense up but even she could tell there was no real malicious intent in his movement. When he tussled Fran’s hair Miku looked away and focused on a random spot on the wall. Her eyes had narrowed slightly and she couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous at how the two looked at Fran. Not that she needed someone to help her anymore, it was much too late for that. After all, it wasn’t as if Miku had other things that Fran would want as well. When the moment passed his gaze had made its way over to the Rascal and she avoided making eye contact. She didn’t need his pity and his words only annoyed her but he wasn’t exactly wrong. “Tch… You ain’t wrong about that.” Was all Miku said, her first words directly spoken to Joseph so far.

The offer made by Fran had surprised Miku, causing her eyebrows to rise and disappear into her hat. It took a moment of scrutinizing the woman for any ulterior motives before the woman relaxed again and nodded. “I’d ap-” It was as she was about to accept the offer that a sudden shattering noise was heard drawing the woman’s attention to the shelves of bottles that had once been whole. Instinctively Miku dove to the ground as a second later gunfire began to go off from the outside. The Rascal started crawling towards a wall and began fumbling with her leather bag in an attempt to get her Knuckles on.

As much as Miku wanted to jump out there and deal with whoever had attacked it would do no one any good to run directly at gunfire. As she managed to get to the wall, Miku noticed Fran had done the same and had quickly assembled a sniper rifle of all things. The rascal simply stared wide eyed as she managed to slip on her Pirate’s Knuckles and roll up her sleeves to clasp them to her vambraces. “Can you get em’ to stop firing for a second?!” Miku asked with a curt tone in her voice. It wasn’t the time to question how the paralyzed woman suddenly had a sniper in her arms and a killer’s gaze in her eyes.

With the cracks of the rifle the woman sank back into cover and the hail of fire had ceased for the moment. Miku took this as her opportunity and jumped out the now unoccupied window to quickly deal with whoever was left. She saw the bodies on the ground, results of Fran’s surprisingly excellent marksmanship. The Rascal saw several people scurrying away and she couldn’t decide on which one to follow, her indecision costing her as no one was left for her to pursue. A cry of rage was let out as Miku felt absolutely useless in this situation. She stomped back towards the entrance to the bar with a furious look in her eyes.

As the Rascal marched in through the front door she finally realized Henrietta had been caught in the initial fire. Miku growled at this and stalked toward the group that had reconvened. “So, they friends of yours?” the woman asked the three of them before realizing that the wound was in her chest, a dangerous wound. “Shit…” Miku said as felt helpless in this situation, she had no idea of how to treat wounds, let alone gunshot wounds.

The Rascal remained quiet and crossed her arms in frustration, there was nothing she could do for now and remained silent. Henrietta’s refusal to go to the marines caused a proud smirk to appear on her lips before the seriousness of the situation caused it to disappear just as quickly. If only she knew someone who could help, they could avoid asking the damn marines for help.

When Fran began to search frantically by the bar Miku began to contemplate Henrietta’s words. It seemed this attack was meant for one of them, Fran. When Joseph went over to help Fran, Miku stepped beside Henrietta. “I can get you where you need to go, I’m much stronger than I look.” The Rascal simply knelt beside the injured Henrietta with barely contained fury on her face at the woman suffering such a wound and her being unable to do anything about it. “Hey, Joseph, make yourself useful and get over her. We can carry her if we work together.” Probably, added the Rascal in her head.





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Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 70
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Aug 19, 2019 7:41 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


A frosty claw gripped Fran’s heart as the words inscribed on the brick tossed and turned in her mind. The Harvest. Debt. S.C. The words were like the tempestuous seas casting a rush of confusion within the young huntress. A feeble groan from Henrietta and a snap from Miku jerked her from her thoughts.

Patch quickly tossed the brick to the side and knelt down beside the heavy woman. He was old, but with the help of his rigorous training and the young lady’s surprising vigor, the two heaved Henrietta onto her feet and supported the wounded chef between their shoulders. Helpless, Fran could only back her chair out of their way as they stumbled towards the exit of the enterprise.

“Head out the back,” gasped Henrietta, sweat from the exhaustive process pouring down her forehead. “And Joseph, if you’re so intent on taking me to the marines, at least take me to Deneve. That girl can at least be discreet.”

Huffing and puffing under the weight pressing on his wounded ankle, Patch gave no reply, but once out in the alley, he directed Miku away from the marine headquarters. Gritting her teeth and hanging her head in shame, Fran followed silently.

“Stop that sulking of yours,” snapped Henrietta, hissing between her teeth. “I didn’t keep those bastards away from you just so you could be ungrateful.”

“Henrietta--!” Fran started, but the beastly woman cut her off.

“Once we get to Deneve’s, I’ll explain properly,” she said, before sucking in a breath of pain. “Dammit, you two! If you’re going to carry me, at least be gentle about it!”

It was by no fault of the two supporting her bulky weight, but the lumbering woman’s wound jolted with every step she was forced to take. Their progression was slow and every passing second seemed harder for Henrietta to remain conscious.

Patch didn’t say anything, his own injury increasingly difficult, yet he refused to speak a word of complaint in fear of distracting the woman’s sheer force of willpower. Fran’s hand gripped the clutch of her chair tightly, the veins around her arms bulging and twitching. Her lips were set in a stone-hard line, frustration at her inability to help welling from within.

Suddenly, she pulled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. “Miku,” she said. “We’re being followed. Can you focus on helping Patch take Henrietta to the medic and leave this to me? Whatever happens, don’t look back.”

Waiting for a reply, Fran recalled the scene earlier. She hadn’t expected the young blue-haired woman she had mistaken for a child mere moments ago to have dispatched her opponents before she could shoot them down herself. A genuine smile crept across her lips.

“I see, she really is the one from...” Fran mumbled under her breath, just barely out of earshot.  With her right hand still on the clutch of her chair, she lifted the rifle onto her shoulder with the other. “I’ll meet you at Deneve’s.”


***


“Don’t worry about Fran,” said Patch nervously as they left the alley and onto an empty street. Despite the morning sun continuing to shine above, this street was narrow and the decrepit buildings all around cast thick shadows over their path. “She can look after herself. I’ve known her since she was a child, you know that? I trained her myself, so I know she’s strong. Oh god, I hope she’s going to be okay…”

This nervous chitter had filled the silence between Henrietta’s laboured breaths. He had held his silence earlier in fear of disrupting their charge’s concentration, but now with the added worry of his protege’s safety, Patch had deteriorated into a nervous mess. If Miku wasn’t the first to snap, Henrietta would.

“Oh, shut up, you old clodge,” she growled. “Your incessant bitching is gonna send me to death’s door before we get to Deneve’s.”

Before long, they found themselves in front of a house. Or...could it be called such? It was in a sorry state, the wooden panels of the home swinging from loose nails, tiles from the roof littered across the front lawn and the front door had a massive hole displayed boldly at its centre.

Only a flagpole with the marine flag flapping above was any sign this establishment belonged to the medic in question. The colour of the building was faded in an unsightly greyish-green hue and a stink filled the air, as though to chase away any potential burglars.

“Ugh, that’s the smell of the dead,” gagged Henrietta, before choking and spitting blood. “No mistaking Deneve’s for any other place. Quite the reassuring place for the house belonging to the best doctor on Centaurea.”

“If her personality wasn’t the way it was, she could be a lieutenant already,” sighed Patch, shaking his head. “Especially at her age…Are you okay, Miku? We’re nearly there.”

Continuing their march up the steps of the veranda, Patch rapped the front door once they came to a final stop. “Deneve! We’ve got an emergency!” There was an anxiety-ridden silence before Patch pummeled his fist into the door, this time much louder. “DENEVE!!!”

The door suddenly swung open and Patch nearly fell through, mid-knock. A slovenly-dressed woman with a cigarette clenched in her fanged teeth appeared, her plump maroon-coloured lips twisted in a ferocious scowl.

This woman, Deneve, had short pixie-cut hair with brown tufts of bed hair curling at the back and her dark skin seemed almost sculpted from marble. She wore a white lab coat and underneath was only a thin black tank top and faded skin-tight jeans with one leg torn off.

Her hazel eyes were narrowed in a glare, but at the sight of the wounded woman, they widened. “Henrietta!” she exclaimed, the cigarette fell from her lips and sizzled weakly before extinguishing against the sunken, damp wood of the veranda. “Come in. Hurry.”

She ushered them in without pausing to acknowledge Miku with more than a glance. Quickly, Deneve led them into the living room, where piles of books, scrolls and loose leaves of paper were strewn across the room. The dark-skinned medic strode across to the sofa and shoved a tower of books aside, where they fell to the ground with a slight tremble to the room.

“Set her down,” she ordered curtly before swiftly leaving them to retrieve her medical tools.

Patch helped Miku carefully set Henrietta down and the woman let out a groan, quickly followed by a sigh of relief. The woman sank into the sofa which creaked shrilly, half her body too large to fit.

Patch pushed a few books together and sat down, his body trembling. His own pain was now apparent, his face taking up a shade of blue, but he didn’t say a word, not even in jest.

“Can you check on her bandages?” asked Patch to Miku, almost pleadingly. He seemed to know she didn't quite favour him. “We could only use rags, so they’ll need probably didn’t hold too well while we walked.”

Whether Miku would comply or not, Henrietta’s hand would reach for Miku’s. If the young woman allowed it, she would suddenly grab her wrist and wretch the girl closer.

“Miku…” Henrietta whispered hoarsely. “Please, leave here and go help Fran. She doesn’t know what she’s involving herself in. I-I know who you are, Rowdy Rascal.”

She paused as a bout of cough followed by a spew of blood arrested her. When they ceased, her fingers gripped tighter around Miku’s wrist or, if Miku had pushed her away, curled into a tight fist. “If you want money, I’ll give you what little I have and I’ll go steal from that old codger if it’s not enough. But please, don’t let Fran get hurt--!”


***


Fran fell and landed on her side with a jolt. The arm of her wheelchair dug painfully into her ribcage, the tires spinning uselessly in the air. Scattered around the unknown room, were numerous unconscious bodies along with the shiny glint of golden coins. Fran panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes then flared with crimson fury and her teeth clenched as she tried to push herself up.

A brown, tattered boot dropped down from above and clamped jarringly on her wrist. Fran gasped in pain as the boot twisted down further, drilling her wrist into the dusty floor. A giant hand, weathered by scars and wind, reached down and grasped the woman by her hair, lifting her face up.

A flashlight shone over her face, revealing heavy bruising over her left cheek that was already swelling. Blood dripped from a badly cut lip down to her chin and the hair on her forehead was slick with blood and mud.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” mused her attacker, his face obscured by the shadows of the unknown room. “Have you properly learnt that it’s futile to resist yet?”

Fran’s teeth clenched tightly, her pale face twisted in a frantic glower. A grin from her attacker flashed from the gloom and then the room was filled with her screams.


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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Aug 26, 2019 12:13 am



[ seize life with your own hands ]






Despite the chaos dying down the situation was definitely not any better, Henrietta’s wound was roughly bandaged but even Miku could tell it wouldn’t stem the bleeding for long. With the aid of Joseph the small group managed to slip out the back of the building per the large woman’s instructions. Though Miku brow furrowed in distaste when Henrietta ceded to seeking the aid of a Marine. Not that she had much choice with that bandage quickly soiling from the wound and our jostling of the woman.

The Rascal kept quiet as an argument broke out between the other two women in the group. So these bastards were after Fran? What could a bunch of thugs want with a crippled woman? Sure, she turned out to be a surprising crack shot but that wasn’t usually enough to warrant this kind of retaliation. No, these felt like proper enemies that had a reason to want the woman dead. Miku’s contemplation came to an end when Henrietta started berating Joseph and herself about their rough handling of her. The short woman simply rolled her eyes and kept her mouth shut for now, though it wasn’t her fault that Henrietta didn’t seem to get the concept of moderation.

Eventually the group came to a rather quick stop at the behest of Fran. Miku turned her head over her shoulder to see Fran also looking back at what seemed to be a few of those bastards in  pursuit. The next words that came out of Fran’s mouth were surprising and made Miku angry. “I’m not leaving you to deal with these bastards alone, just stay with us!” Miku yelled in anger at the woman. Though Joseph simply continued waking forcing Miku to move at risk of causing more injury to Henrietta. The Rascal turned to look at the stationary form of Fran slowly shrink as they continued retreating, a strange feeling of despair and nostalgia washed over the woman but she just grit her teeth and looked forward. This was bullshit. That woman better fucking show up after them.

***

The mood thoroughly worsened, Joseph’s pathetic attempts at easing everyone's nerves was a complete failure when he immediately contradicted his own words. Without Fran around and Henrietta focusing on herself, Miku had no reason to continue talking with the older man. Thankfully Henrietta put him in his place and the trio continued in relative silence. A silence that was broken upon arrival at a of a horrible little home that flew the Marine’s flag in front of it. Though when Henrietta mentioned this person was the best ‘doctor’ in Centaurea Miku actually stopped moving for a second before continuing. She had a bad track record with ‘doctors’ on Centaurea. The hesitation must have been more noticeable than she intended because Joseph asked about her, the question was ignored.

The pirate wasn’t comfortable walking towards a known marine, especially having her Knuckle’s still on with her status as a pirate emblazoned on them. Hopefully she would go unnoticed between the two behemoths with her. Joseph summoned the medic who burst through the door in a fashion that Miku could respect, which only grew when she immediately realized the severity of the situation and cut straight to business. Hopefully this doctor was better than the last one she ran into, otherwise she’d have to kill this one too.

Following the orders of Deneve, Henrietta was set down carefully much to Miku’s relief. The woman wasn’t a light load in the slightest. When Joseph asked for Miku to check on the soiled bandages of Henrietta she turned to him and narrowed her eyes with a retort ready on her lips. However this was stopped when Henrietta took Miku’s wrist and forcefully drew her attention to herself. The words that left the woman’s lips caused the anger to momentarily flood out of her to be replaced with surprise and concern when the coughs followed. There was blood mixed in with the coughs. A desperate plea to save Fran with a meager reward to boot, it was the life she signed up for but it still made her feel sick.

Miku at this point tore her hands from Henrietta’s weakened grasp, turned towards the exit, and turned her head back to Henrietta. “I don’t rob friends.” With those words she ran out the door before anyone could even think of stopping her. Once outside she began to sprint back down the path they traveled, with each step a small piece of hope that Fran was okay shattering in Miku’s mind.

***

She was gone. The alley was empty, small signs of a scuffle, some blood splatters, and the smell of gunpowder in the air told her everything she needed to know. Fran fought back, held them off, but they got her in the end. A scream of rage erupted from Miku as she punched the side of a building causing a hole in it. What the hell was she supposed to do now? The Rascal started pacing back and forth trying to come up with a plan. After a few moments she remembered that both Joseph and Fran were strangely interested in that stupid brick that had shattered our day. With this thought the bluenett quickly made her way back to the scene of the initial assault.

The building was untouched since their retreat, though the bodies all seemed to be gone. Another curse fell from the lips of the small woman as that would only make it more difficult to track these bastards. They could have had some hint of their plans or base of operations on them. The woman quickly made her way inside, eyes scanning the shattered remains of their relatively peaceful breakfast. It wasn’t long before the brick in question was found, picked up, and the message on it revealed to Miku.

As blue eyes scanned the words on the brick the edges of the brick began to crumble under the tightening grip of the Rascal. It all made sense now. A problem she had forgotten since having made a name for herself as a child. The bloody Harvest. Picking on the weak and defenseless on the island, something she hadn’t been even before leaving the island. As she read the final words of the message she completely crushed the brick in her hands. Her breathing slowly getting deeper as she attempted to contain her rage. After a few more minutes of calm breathing she eventually stalked out of the building.

What could she do now? It wasn’t as if she had the resources to track the bastards down. Maybe some of the other’s would know, hopefully Henrietta at least. Though if it came down to it she could maybe consider asking Joseph and that Marine doctor. With this plan Miku stalked back to the home of Deneve. Before entering she hid her Knuckle’s back in their pouch and unrolled her sleeves to hide her vambraces once again. The door was now closed and Miku didn’t much care for knocking so she just pulled it open and walked in.

***

The scene Miku walked back in on was much more calm before and she had three pairs of eyes turn to her. Henrietta was still in the same spot from before but had some clean bandages applied to her injury and a half empty bottle of alcohol next to her. They all were waiting to see whether she had arrived alone or not. “She’s been taken.” Was all Miku said as she closed the door behind her with a bit too much force.

Henrietta looked down with a mixture of anger and despair, Joseph tried to stand but was quickly pushed back down by Deneve who started chastising him. Apparently the old man had sustained some minor injuries himself. “I need to know who the hell these people were and if any of you know where they may be holed up.” Miku demanded as she stood in front of the three. Deneve took a good look at the Rascal and a spark of recognition appeared in her eyes before turning her attention back to Joseph. Joseph grumbled about being well off enough but couldn’t convince the doctor. Henrietta eventually raised her head with purpose, clearing her throat before speaking.


“I might know where th-” A rough cough quickly interrupted the woman drawing the attention of Deneve. “I told you to not strain yourself, Henrietta!” The larger woman simply raised a meaty arm to ward off Deneve and continue her sentence. “Check the isolated cove to the northwest of town. It’s been a popular spot for the unsavory sort.” As she said this, her eyes shifted to the other two in the room. They simply glared at the woman as if she had revealed something they were sure she knew nothing about. A sigh escaped the woman’s lips before turning back to Miku, “Just get her back, please.” This plea was followed up with more racking coughs and more blood. Deneve refused to be swatted away and laid the large woman back down to rest. “I think you’ve done enough here you Rascal. Go do something useful for once before I report this to my superiors.” Deneve spit at Miku before turning back to Henrietta.

The Rascal grimaced at this but knew her time here was up. Turning back towards the entrance, the young woman began making her way back out before being stopped by a large meaty hand on her wrist. Miku quickly tore her hand away and turned to face the large man with raised fists. Though the look on his face quickly quelled her anger, there were tears in his eyes. “Please, save that girl. Fran has been through too much already.” The slight wavering in his voice caused Miku to take a step back before quickly turning and hiding her own eyes beneath the brim of her hat. “I’ll get her back.”

With those words the Rascal left again, it wasn’t until she was outside that she realized her own eyes were watering. In her head the image of a small girl she had known years ago with such vibrant crimson eyes overlapped with Fran’s own, their eyes matched perfectly. The epiphany was what caused a few tears to finally leak from her eyes. With a quick swipe from her sleeves, the tears were gone and her brows furrowed in anger. It was time to get her friend back.



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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Aug 28, 2019 7:42 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

“Do you think she’s dead?”

Ba-dump.

“That looks like a nasty cut…”

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

“Lincoln! Don’t poke her!

“Ahhh! She moved!”

“Because she’s alive, you idiot! Now give her some space!”


Fran moaned, the pounding in her head refusing to cease. “What…?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she stared blearily at her hand. Her vision was cloudy, as though she were staring through unfocused lens and she narrowed her eyes with effort, to calibrate the lens and produce a clearer image. Her head was too heavy to move and she stared at her long fingers for several moments, tracing the ugly cracks in her nails before shifting her gaze to the wall across from her.

Groaning, she turned her head and glanced up at the ceiling, where an intricate system of spider webs furnished the shadow-clad corners. Suddenly a face popped into the centre of her vision and her crimson eyes widened in surprise.

She sat up abruptly, crashing her forehead into the face. Crying out in pain, she clutched her head, the pounding headache immediately mutating into a booming migraine.

“Ouch! What was that for?!” demanded the victim of the spontaneous headbutt.

She released her head and glared across to the source of her pain, reeling back in surprise to see a child. He was a scruffy boy, with dirty brown hair, startling blue eyes and spidery limbs. He couldn’t have been older than ten.

“Who are you?” she asked dumbfoundedly.

“I’m Lincoln!” he declared, granting her a dazzling, toothless grin.

“Lincoln, I told you to give her some space!”

Fran glanced across to find a heavily freckled teenager, perhaps only several years younger than herself. The girl had frizzy red hair with curls springing in every direction imaginable and warm brown eyes. The two wore matching grey gowns and Fran glanced down to their feet, realising with shock that they were cuffed in thick chains.

Memories immediately flooded into her head. She had stayed behind to secure Henrietta, Patch and Miku’s retreat and while she had managed to overthrow their two tails, she hadn’t expected the sudden arrival of an opponent well over her capabilities. S.C.

Recalling the ensuing fight, Fran winced as a sharp pain shot across her temples like an electrical current. “Where are we?” she demanded, rubbing her arms. “And who are you two?”

The cell they occupied was like an icebox: dark and seemed to be well below freezing, though that was likely just her own sensitivity to the cold. Her own bare feet weren’t tethered (there would be no point) and she thankfully hadn't been forced into the same flimsy gown the two before her wore.

The children exchanged a look, silent, before the girl cleared her throat awkwardly.

“My name is Olivia,” she explained. “You’ve already met Lincoln. We were...captured by the Harvest.”

Fran froze, no longer so concerned about chasing the cold away. The Harvest. Her body began trembling despite herself and images of the icy mountain that had left her legs paralysed whirled through her head. Why? Why are they after me again? Why do they care about me?

“Miss…?” Olivia’s tender, meek voice broke through Fran’s spiraling thoughts.

“Oh…” gasped the huntress, her eyes wide with an emotion she hadn’t felt in her waking days in so long: fear. “I-I’m Fran. I--What am I doing here?”

“Well, I suppose you were captured by the Harvesters too,” answered Lincoln, his eyes wide without a hint of malice, only genuine curiosity.

“Lincoln, hush!” exclaimed Olivia in horror before turning to Fran. “I’m so sorry about him! He doesn’t have a filter.”

“It’s...okay…” replied Fran, her teeth chattering. “I was captured in the Harvest ten years ago...I don’t understand why they would come back for me!”

The girl’s warm eyes softened with sympathy. “The truth is...everyone has heard of your name, Fran. Well, that is, all the orphans on Centaurea do anyway. You’re like a myth. The girl frozen in time.”

Her words startled Fran. “That was written on the brick!” she gasped, bewildered. “What does it mean?”

“You’re the only one to have ever escaped the Harvest and lived,” explained Olivia. “It’s what we call you because you’re almost like a ghost from the past. Rumours has it you were rescued by the marines and everyone says you look like you’re still trapped in the snow from all those years ago. Please don’t misunderstand our nosiness for ill will; you’re kind of a hero to us orphans who have no hope.”

“Hero?” gaped Fran, she waved at her legs. “What part of me is a hero to you?!”

Olivia flinched at the sudden rage in her voice. Fran immediately sank into herself, mellowing.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her lips trembling again. She wasn’t used to this. She had spent years--years--steeling herself and creating a strong persona of herself, only to have it all completely stripped away from her. “I’m just...confused.”

Olivia hesitated before cautiously shuffling forward and reaching her hand out slowly to the trembling young woman. Fran immediately flinched away and Olivia paused, but when the disabled woman said nothing, she shuffled forward again and gently drew her shivering and wide-eyed form to her breast.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry,” she whispered into Fran’s hair, slowly and methodically stroking her wayward curls. “You must have gone through so much. You’re a hero not because you escaped. You’re a hero because you’re one of us.”

Fran pulled herself away and stared up at the girl, noticing tender tears falling down her cheeks. With her eyes wide as though in amazement, she reached her hands up, haltingly, as though exploring unfamiliar territory.

Gently and with an almost timid touch, Fran stroked the girl’s cheek, wiping away the silently shed tears. Olivia stared down at Fran, before breaking out into a tentative smile and lifted her hands to wrap them over Fran’s.

“Hey, what are you two doing?” asked Lincoln abruptly, thrusting his face between the girls.

Fran immediately released the girl and pushed her away, feeling as though she had woken from a deep sleep. Olivia shook her head, as though in gentle annoyance for the boy’s thoughtlessness.

“I’m going to get you two out of here,” declared Fran after a quick and sharp slap to her cheeks. When she lifted her face, her crimson eyes had taken up a new, determined light. “And I’m putting an end to the Harvest once and for all.”



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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
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[ seize life with your own hands ]






The Rascal had marched past the small village’s limits quite a while ago, now on unmarked dirt roads that were easily overlooked. Having grown up on this god forsaken island allowed the woman to easily follow the small markers that were actually there for those who were in the know. It would have been comforting if not for the fact that Miku was still furious about the whole situation. First day back on Centaurea and it has to be during the bloody Harvest, not to mention running back into one of her oldest friends that she had written off as dead. That little fact caused her guts to squirm in guilt which only increased the short woman’s rage.

As the path slowly turned from dirt to gravel as Miku eventually found herself pushing past thinning vegetation to a small cliff overlooking a small hidden cove. Convenient for unsavory types who wanted to go under the nose of the Marines in the area, not that they had the manpower to effectively patrol the waters around Centaurea. As Miku looked down she saw a lone ship, a sloop, that seemed to be busy with activity, though the height difference made it difficult to see much detail. Though it did look like another group of kids were being brought in, they were all lined up and forced to sit on the sand. It was a rather small group, however it reminded her of the band of orphans she used to take care of before leaving the island.

With a small growl the Rascal decided she had done enough waiting around, it was time for action. The woman started to slowly roll up her sleeves, once again revealing her vambraces, and slid on her Knuckles. With the Knuckles firmly clasped to her vambraces, the Rascal decided to make her entry by stepping over the edge of the cliff and dropping from ledge to ledge. She wasn’t exactly quiet and by the time she had reached the bottom there were several eyes on her. Upon reaching the bottom Miku looked up with an angry glare on her face and began to slowly walk forward with a menacing aura.

“Hey! Who the hell do you all think you are taking kids from MY home?!” Miku yelled as she approached, the distance closing between her and the Harvesters. The kids she saw were actually close to her age, a bunch of teenagers who looked roughed up. Despite their condition however there was a fire in their eyes. They weren’t broken yet and she planned on making sure they would never have to be broken in by some slaver scum. “You know what? Screw it. You’re all dead.” With this declaration Miku charged straight towards the slavers, it was time to get rowdy.



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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Sep 30, 2019 7:49 am

Fran uses HT [Fantasy in Dreams] on Derek Croft.
Fran uses LT [A Bullet's Love] on Derek Croft.
Fran uses UT on Derek Croft.

Derek Croft uses LT on Fran.
Derek Croft uses LT on Fran.
Derek Croft uses UT on Fran.

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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyMon Sep 30, 2019 10:13 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


“Hey, Fran, you seem...different from when I last saw you.”

“Really? What makes you say that?”

“I dunno. You seem happier? Did you make a friend?”

“A friend…? I suppose I did meet a girl a while ago.”

“What’s she like?”

“She’s strong. And really brave. I want to pay her back for all the times she’s helped me.”

“So you have to be stronger and braver too!”

“...Yeah, you’re right.”



***


“I have to get stronger…” mumbled Fran.

“Hey, wake up!”

The disabled sniper jolted alert. Her crimson eyes swung wildly around the holding cell and the memories flooded back to her mind. Her head still ached from the earlier blows she had received from the Harvestor’s ringleader, but her eyes quickly focused as her hunter’s instinct kicked off. [UT]

The cell door was wide open, but a guard with a flintlock guns aimed at Fran’s face blocked their escape. He waved his hand at Olivia and Lincoln.

“Time to move. You two, get the cripple up,” snapped the guard.

The word “cripple” triggered a hot vein to rise on Fran’s forehead and she raised her glare to burn into him.

“What?” she snarled. “What did you just call me?”

“I called you what you are,” snorted the guard, waving his gun threateningly. “Now, get up!”

“I don’t think so,” grunted Fran.

Her hand, hidden under the length of her kimono sleeves, curled tightly around the remote controller she always kept hidden close to her chest. It allowed her to command her wheelchair remotely and within seconds of clicking the top left button, the sound of whirring wheels filled the dungeon.

Bewildered, the guard’s attention shifted behind him and Fran immediately sprung forward, shoving her body off the ground with her hands. She flew at the imprudent guard, tackling into him before letting rain a wave of blows down upon him.

With her weak-skinned knuckles blistering from the offense, she then wrapped her hands around the Harvester's throat.

“Wanted Dead or Alive for 100,000 berries: Barry Cotchfell,” recited Fran coldly.

By the time her electric chair screeched to a stop before her, the Harvester lay dead, his eyes rolling to white. Fran sighed and released her grasp from the bandit’s throat, before grabbing the arms of her chair and heaving herself laboriously onto the seat. Gasping with pain and fatigue, Fran took several moments to catch her breath before staring indifferently down at the criminal’s corpse.

“You’re hardly worth enough for even one Centaurean orphan,” she said with disgust lacing her tone. “I’ll catch you guys a better bounty.”

Imparting those words, she backed out of the cell and proceeded down the dungeon. “Olivia, find the keys for your restraints from the guard and unlock every cell we pass. Lincoln, make sure no one gets left behind.”

“Yes!” gasped the two.

Perhaps it had been their first time witnessing a killing, but it certainly wasn’t their first time witnessing death and the children rummaged through the Harvester’s clothes devoid of any queasiness. It was another unfortunate and staunch reminder what even the youngest of Centaureans were used to.

The youths scampered through the dungeon with Fran leading the way, Olivia unlocking cells and Lincoln took up the rear to unlock the restraints on the other “Harvests”. Their group had swelled to eleven others by the time they left the dungeons and reached a large cavern. Fran could pick up the sound of waves crashing and a chilly breeze brought on the scent of salt.

“I see, we must be close to the coast,”
realised Fran. “This is their base where they deport the children.”

She spat with disgust. “I’ll burn this place to the ground.”

“Are you sure you can do that?” a voice echoed from across the cavern.

The children all turned to find a silver-haired youth standing before them, a cold smirk painted across his cheeks. Fran froze and waved a hand at the others to keep them back.

“Olivia, Lincoln, all of you go first,” she said tensely.

“What about you, Fran?” asked Olivia, alarmed.

“We can’t leave without you,” added Lincoln hotly.

“I’ll be fine,” assured Fran, though her gaze never left the silver-haired boy. “I’ll hold him off while you escape. I promise I’ll be right behind you.”

“You promise?” asked Olivia timidly and Fran’s gaze broke away to meet her and Lincoln’s worried eyes.

She smiled gently, recalling when she had done the same for Miku, Henrietta and Patch. She still had yet to fulfill that promise, but she was sure to return to her friends.

“I promise,” she said firmly, before pushing the children away. “Now, go!”

The group shuffled away, clinging to the walls of the cavern and as they crept fearfully past the silver-haired boy, Fran locked his challenging gaze with her own hard glare, as though warning him from attacking them. He received her glare with a wide, confident smirk.

Once the last, Lincoln bringing up the rear as she had instructed earlier, had disappeared down the tunnel the boy guarded, Fran threw both her hands forward. She flung her fingers out and as though through conjuration, a pair of pistols sprang into her palms. [Fran LT: A Bullet’s Love]

The sound of two bullets firing simultaneously merged into a single, ear-piercing shot and as the silver-haired boy sprang away to dodge them, the bullets ricocheted from the surrounding boulders, chasing him as he attempted to evade. He was too slow to react as they unexpectedly turned trajectories and the bullets pierced him in the shoulder.

“Lucky shot,” he grumbled, pressing a hand against his bleeding shoulder. “So, you’re the infamous woman frozen in time.

“I never count on fickle variables like luck,” mumbled Fran, eyeing the boy sharply.

“Whatever it is, it won’t help you next time,” said the boy, waving his hand carelessly. “We have a buyer who’s very interested in obtaining you alive. So, be a gem and yield.”

Fran paused, as though to consider his words, before lifting her pistols up again steadily. “I don’t see how that benefits me. I won’t yield. Ever.” [Fran UT]

Firing a quick succession of bullets, she then ducked swiftly behind a boulder. She hastily holstered her pistols back in the hidden clasps under her kimono sleeves before dipping her hand into one of the bags hanging from her chair, pulling out various metal parts and assembled them with blinding speed.

She lifted the completed rifle up, her gaze vacant for a moment as she opened her senses to her surroundings. With her disability, her fighting style was drastically different to most gunslingers. She relied heavily on every one of her available senses; if she couldn’t move efficiently physically, then she had to make use of every shred of what could resemble an asset at her disposal.

Scanning the surrounding chamber, Fran noticed streams of liquid dripping from stalactites to pools scattered across the cavern floor. In her inattentiveness, she barely had time to react as a blade sank into her arm. [Derek LT]

Hissing out in pain, Fran grabbed the dagger Derek had launched at her and wrenched it out of her arm. She turned at the sound of his footsteps approaching, her ruby-coloured eyes narrowed in pain. As he stepped through a puddle, he threw another dagger up in the air and caught it with ease, his haughty grin still plastered across his face.

“Don’t get distracted now,” he taunted. “Since you insist on resisting, you could at the very least make it interesting.”

Breathing deeply, Fran lifted the heavy muzzle of her beloved rifle, Diamond Clover. She squeezed the trigger and narrowly missed the silver-haired youth’s head.

“Where exactly are you aiming? So your first shot was pure luck, after all,” he mused before an electrical current sizzled up a stream of water and into the puddle he stepped on. [Fantasy in Dreams]

Fran rested her rifle against her shoulder with a short exhale. “I told you: I never count on fickle variables like luck.”









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Miku E. Sato

[Episode] Thawing Time Rowdy_10
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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Bounty : 32,500,000
Berries : 55,000
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Oct 02, 2019 9:34 pm

Miku uses LT [Slugger] on Sinclair Croft. Roll 1A.
Miku uses LT [Bum Rush] on Sinclair Croft.
Miku uses LT [Phantom Right] on Sinclair Croft. Roll 1B.
Miku uses UT on Sinclair Croft. Roll 1C.

Sinclair Croft uses MT on Miku. Roll 2A.
Sinclair Croft uses LT on Miku. Roll 2B.
Sinclair Croft uses LT on Miku. Roll 2C.
Sinclair Croft uses UT on Miku. Roll 2D.

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Haki Level : 0
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Defense (DEF) : 0
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 6, 2, 13

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 5, 20, 14, 7
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Miku E. Sato

[Episode] Thawing Time Rowdy_10
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Name : Miku Etsuko Sato
Epithet : Rowdy Rascal
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : Meddling Kids
Ship : The Scorned Lady
Crew Position : Captain
Haki Level : 2
Attack (ATK) : 265
Defense (DEF) : 105
Reflex (RX) : 170
Willpower (WP) : 185
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2500
Bounty : 32,500,000
Berries : 55,000
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyWed Oct 02, 2019 11:18 pm



[ seize life with your own hands ]






A yell erupted from the young woman as she dashed straight at the unsuspecting crew of slavers. The sand kicked up underneath her feet as she quickly closed the distance between herself and the bastards responsible for taking so many lives from her island. “I’ll kill you all!” Miku yelled as she dove and punched the first unfortunate bastard she reached; causing the man’s head to snap sideways with an audible snap as his neck snapped from the force and he was sent sprawling into the sand unmoving. Miku stood there heaving over the now dead slaver, her eyes narrowed and staring defiantly at the rest of the shocked crew.

It took one of the chained teens to whoop in excitement to break the momentary standstill between the slavers and Miku. As soon as his holler broke the silence nearly all of the slavers either rushed straight for Miku or for defensible positions to take shots at her. The Rascal saw several of them draw out various weapons and grinned viciously. The bluenette began to weave between bodies as she squared up her fists and began mercilessly beating on those foolish enough to rush her. Ducking under swings of swords only to quickly break the elbows of those who overextended their arms, blocking blunt weaponry and smashing her fist into the torso in a rapid parry, and even timing her movements to cause friendly fire from those with trigger happy fingers.

It was a whirlwind of screams, gunshots, and bones breaking as Miku took out all of her aggression on this pitifully weak crew. Was this it? Were these the boogeymen of Centaurea? These weaklings were what caused her to lose friends mysteriously in the night? These were the men who struck fear in her heart on cold nights?! These pathetic cretins were the reason she lost Fran all those years ago?! Were they the ones who took her legs?!!? With this though Miku actually caved the skull of one unfortunate man who had been dumb enough to try and shoot her at point blank. Miku realized that the chaos had died down and the only man left was on his back crawling away from her as she came back into focus. The Rascal turned back momentarily to see the broken bodies scattered all over the cove, some hardly breathing, some crying in pain, other deathly quiet.

“No please… let me go!” The voice drew Miku’s attention back towards the ship just a few feet from her now. The cowering slaver was being ganged up on by two of the three teens that had been chained up and being escorted onto the ship before she arrived. They had apparently managed to break free during that chaos and were indulging in some revenge of their own. Good, the kids deserved it. Though now that she looked closer they were all easily taller than her and more likely only a few years younger than herself. It was while she was watching that a gunshot [Sinclair’s MT] went off and a bullet whizzed just past her cheek, causing her to quickly look up toward where she heard the shot emanate from.

Standing on the top of the gangway, barring her from boarding the ship was a rather tall middle aged man holding the third teenager by his throat. The man himself was dressed in a tailored suit that was overly flamboyant with crimson highlights that made him seem like some typical sinister type. His hair was greased back and he even had a finely trimmed mustache and beard that only added to the image of faux class. However this was all eclipsed by the young man being held with a gun against his head. “I see you’ve done quite a number on my men, little girl. I suppose I’ll just have to replenish my numbers with the funds from this little shopping trip. Though I may have to recoup my costs by collecting some more little toys to sell.” As the man said this he tightened his hold on the young man causing him to gasp out.

Miku wasn’t impressed by this man or his little speech and simply cracked her neck and began to slowly walk towards the fancy bastard. “I don’t care who you are, or what you want, but you’ve hurt the people of my island. That’s enough to let me know that you won’t be breathing by sunset today ya bastard.” The Rascal growled out as he began to make her way up the gangplank. “Stop! I’ll kill this little rat if you come any closer!” The man threatened as Miku approached, the Rascal did stop but only to grin up at him. “If you do there’s nothing stopping me from simply killing you right after. You won’t do it.” With the bluff called Miku began to menacingly approach the man again before suddenly rushing the rest of the way up the gangplank [Bum Rush]. However the man quickly shoved the teen aside and turned his gun at Miku, easily lining up a shot as she rushed straight for him. With the pull of the trigger [Critical LT] the bullet raced straight at Miku and struck true, causing the Rascal to cry out in pain and stumble as she reached the top. The bullet luckily passed through her body but had torn some muscles that weren’t critical but were constantly used causing her great pain.

The momentum from her rush was greatly lessened allowing Sinclair to easily dodge her pathetic punches [Phantom Right] and quickly retreat further onto the deck. The two were alone on the deck, though the sounds of gunshots and fighting could be heard below deck. “You foolish child, you have no idea who you’ve made an enemy of do you?!” Sinclair shouted at her with a malicious grin on his face as he noticed the bleeding wound from his shot. “I don’t care!” Miku said as she spotted a small chest on the deck that was open and had plenty of iron manacles hanging out of it. The Rascal quickly ran towards it with plans of throwing it at Sinclair to allow her to close the distance. As she grabbed it she swung around to throw it at the man but suddenly felt another bullet [Sinclair’s LT] graze the arm she was holding the chest with causing her to let go early, the chest clattering on the floor before Sinclair. [Slugger]

“Hah! You have no hope against the Harvest’s creator and leader, Sinclair Croft! I've killed, tortured, and sold children half your age just for fun! Now imagine what I'll do to you and your little friends causing me all this trouble you meddling brat!!” With this Sinclair gave wicked sneer and even raised his gun at her as if it added to his ‘menacing’ aura. Miku had nothing to say as she realized he was playing her like a damn fiddle, and decided to just kick some iron manacles that had fallen out of the trunk in front of her at him. [Miku’s UT] Strangely enough it actually struck him against the forehead during his introduction and left a bright red welt on his head. “Oh sorry, did I ruin you stupid moment?!” Miku said as she grit her teeth and brought her arms back up. “Enough talk!” The Rascal yelled as she began running at Sinclair again. The lead slaver quickly fired off another shot [Sinclair’s UT] in an attempt to slow her down but the shot went wide as she quickly side stepped when the shot went off.










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Name : Papillon D. Fran
Epithet : Frenzy Eyes
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 70
Defense (DEF) : 50
Reflex (RX) : 70
Willpower (WP) : 45
Level : 1
Experience Points : 100
Berries : 2,250,000
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyThu Oct 03, 2019 3:17 am

Fran uses MT [Bite of the Red Hot Chilli] on Derek Croft.
Fran uses LT ["Frenzy Eyes"] on Derek Croft.
Fran uses LT [Dethrone the King] on Derek Croft.
Fran uses UT on Derek Croft.

Derek uses LT on Fran.
Derek uses LT on Fran.
Derek uses UT on Fran.

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Ship : Variable
Crew Position : Variable
Devil Fruit : Variable
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 0
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#1 'Reflex Check' : 12, 1, 12, 18

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#2 'Reflex Check' : 2, 16, 4
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Epithet : Frenzy Eyes
Age : 19
Race : Human
Faction : Bounty Hunter
Haki Level : 0
Attack (ATK) : 70
Defense (DEF) : 50
Reflex (RX) : 70
Willpower (WP) : 45
Level : 1
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PostSubject: Re: [Episode] Thawing Time   [Episode] Thawing Time EmptyTue Oct 08, 2019 1:17 am




 
...HOW FOOLISH.


NOT EVEN WORTH MY TIME.



 




PAPILLON D. FRAN


Frenetic gasps echoed from the dark cavern walls as Olivia led the group of tired, hungry and bemoaned children. There was a squeal and Olivia turned back in alarm to see one of the youngest, a girl with a messy scruff of blonde hair, had tripped over the uneven ground and lay sprawled with blood trickling from the wound she’d received from knocking her head against the stone tunnel.

“Are you alright?” she gasped, pushing through the group to get to the fallen girl.

“Her ankle is sprained,” whispered a boy with light blue hair, bending down to rest a supportive hand on her shoulder. “The Harvesters beat her because she was crying…”

Glancing around, Olivia noticed all the children around her appeared much younger than herself and closer to Lincoln’s age. Only the blue-haired boy seemed close to her own age and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as a wave of anguish crushed her heart. When her eyelids fluttered open, a tear fell from the corner of her eye and she reached forward, enveloping the girl’s hands in hers.

“My name is Olivia,” she said. “What is yours?”

“I’m Ursula,” whimpered the girl, biting her lip as though to prevent herself from crying.

“And I’m Jude, we shared the same cell,” added the blue-haired boy. "My two friends were with us too, but they were taken away first."

“Nice to meet you both,” said Olivia, her eyes gradually steeling with determination. “Ursula, climb onto my back. I’ll carry you and we’ll all get out of here.”

“But what if the Harvesters catch us?” cried out another boy from the group.

“They won’t,” exclaimed Lincoln suddenly, his voice carrying from the back. “Fran promised she’d destroy the Harvest!”

“We have to get out of here and wait for her,” insisted Olivia as Jude helped Ursula climb onto her back. She stood up, her thin legs wobbling from the extra weight but she pressed forward with fire burning in her eyes and turned to face the group. The woman frozen in time was a legend passed around by all orphans of Centaurea to give us hope to survive the Harvest."

"But we all met her today," she continued, her gaze hard with passion. "And she’s the same as us: another orphan damaged and hurt by the filth of Centaurea! We have to survive! We must show the Harvesters that we’re strong and we can’t be beaten!”


***


Exhaling slowly, Fran pushed her chair forward with the length of her rifle still rested against her shoulder. The silver-haired boy grunted as he fell to his knees, his body twitching from the race of electrical currents coursing through his body.

“Shit, you don’t hold back,” he groaned as Fran pulled to a stop before him.

“Of course not,”
she said, snorting. “Did you Harvesters ever hold back against us orphans?”

“We were doing Centaurea a favour,” spat the youth. “Father called you lot the scum of Centaurea. Orphans stained the streets, stealing and fighting among themselves and then grew up to be pirates. No one stopped us, least of all missed any, when we took them and sold them for profit!”

“You bastard,” growled Fran, pulling her already bloodied and bruised fist back and slamming it into his cheek. [UT] “Orphans…people are not commodities! How dare you act as though the lives of innocents are nothing more than gold ingots!”

“As if you have any right to talk!” shouted the boy, spitting blood at her feet. “You hunt people for money too! How is that any different to us? It’s almost laughable! You became one of us!”

Fran fell silent, her crimson eyes darkening as a second ring threatened to take form around the already existing rings surrounding her irises. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Fran steadied herself, knowing she couldn’t let the frenzy take over her senses yet.

“This is absurd and I gain nothing in justifying my actions to you,” muttered Fran, lowering her cold gaze to pierce into the youth’s bent form.

“See? You’re all about gaining something at the end of the day,” snarled the boy before launching himself at her.

Fran swung her chair to the side, swiftly maneuvering out of his reach as he hurtled past her. Digging his heels into the ground, he then swung a kick, slamming his foot into her chest and catapulting her chair backwards. [LT] Grunting, Fran retrieved a stack of coins from her pocket and fired a quick barrage of the golden pieces with her thumb as she wheeled her chair further back. [Dethrone the King]

Each succession carried the impact of a strong punch and the youth reeled as Fran furthered the distance between the two. She then lifted her rifle off her shoulder, switching the spent electro magazine for another in a single, fluid movement.

When she lifted the muzzle again, she squeezed her right eye shut, pressed the trigger with her left index finger and fired. Despite the resounding blast, there was barely a perceivable wisp of smoke to indicate the heat of the shot and Fran pulled it back again to rest on her shoulder.

The shot exploded into a smog of red dust at the youth’s feet. [Bite of the Red Hot Chilli] As he breathed in the dust, he fell into a rack of pained gasps and ran blindly out of the cloud with tears streaming down his face. Glaring through bleary eyes, he gripped his knife tightly and closed the distance between the two in a mad dash.

Clicking her tongue, Fran pushed the joystick of her chair back, but he grabbed her arm and swung the blade across her cheek. [UT] Grunting, Fran felt a trickle of blood drip down to her jaw and she pushed the youth away to regain the distance again, the second rings threatening again to permeate her eyes as pain overtook her senses. [“Frenzy Eyes”]


***


“Olivia, I can carry Ursula,” said Jude, his words laced with concern.

“I’m okay,” panted Olivia with sweat dripping from her brow. “Look, that’s the exit!”

A collective gasp ran through the group and several scurried ahead eagerly, leaving Olivia, Jude, Ursula and Lincoln to trail behind.

“I’m sorry I’m being a burden,” said Ursula, her voice almost too quiet with guilt.

“It’s not your fault!” said Olivia vehemently.

“Yeah! It’s the Harvesters who hurt you!” agreed Lincoln.

He turned his toothless grin to her and Ursula pinked, while Jude and Olivia exchanged a smile.

“Thank you…to all of you...” she whispered as tears brimmed her eyes.

“Make sure you tell Fran when we see her too,” murmured Jude, rubbing her back comfortingly.

They quickened their pace to follow the rest of the orphans out and onto the cove where Miku was mid-rampage.








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