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by Guest
on Sun Aug 13, 2023 4:49 pm
 
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Topic: [Episode] Burning the Spiders Web
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[Episode] Burning the Spiders Web







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Erudite sat there, one leg crossed over the other with her elbows placed down atop the table. Hands resting gently underneath her jawline all the while. She focused on the youth who seemed so distracted by his meal that he could barely form a complete sentence but she found herself surprised when he was able to respond to all that she had told him.

It seemed that despite his demeanor, he truly was listening. And this brought the corners of her lips to an upward curl. Her focus sharpened as she realized she could take him seriously. The crew had been lacking someone who had the ambition to master the blade.

Especially since Brood found himself taking a liking to cleavers more. Though, he never claimed to be a swordsman.

At least not anymore.

Kabe’s statement about not starting off with your strongest attack caught her off guard, which caused her to push her knuckles up against her lips in her attempt to stifle a laugh.

She found this lad amusing and knew that the others would feel the same. Especially since he seemed to have the exact opposite philosophy of Captain Bach. He seemed to be driven by the will of his swords and to that end she wondered what his goal was. She had only taken such a strong interest in him because he did have raw untapped talent that was evident to see.

From the way he held his swords to the way he breathed. It all just needed refinement.

If he garnered enough experience in the field, then it would no doubt be a boon to everyone involved. But he spoke of making a stronger weapon and that grabbed her attention.

“Do I reckon ya have sum sorta expertise in blacksmithin’, darlin’? That’s a lil’ bit different than bein’ a whiz with boats, ain’t it? How’re ya plannin’ to make a stronger weapon?”

Perhaps he was being metaphorical, but she highly doubted it. She had no desire to shoot down his dreams, however. So she listened to him closely. If he did have some sort of talent outside of his admitted experience with ships, that would be helpful in the long haul.

Especially since Brood’s plan overall seemed to be the creation of a singular, solitary company.

“If’n yer deadset on that, my Cap’n will be more than happy ta help ya source the materials. Should ya prove yerself worthy of hire, ‘course.”

She was not against the idea of skipping a few stages in this vetting process. Anyone could hire a shipwright, anyone could hire a brute. But he was checking multiple boxes. The kind that put berry signs in her head. She could get this man under her wing if she played her cards right. It was only right to mentor the youth and steer them in the right direction.

Of course, she expected him to answer these questions after he was done dealing with the intruders outside. Whom she had sensed approaching a bit ago, but paid them no mind because they were in no way a threat to herself.

“It seems like yer pals are here... Sort'em out on yer own. Consider this yer physical exam. I'm gonna order me a coffee an make a call.”

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by Guest
on Fri Apr 14, 2023 1:28 am
 
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Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 4] Eviction Notice: Notice Noticed
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 4] Eviction Notice: Notice Noticed






OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

It was not a coincidence that nearly every executive member of the Primetime Pirates hadn’t received direct orders from Brood on where he needed them. He hadn’t given express orders to Laylay, Molly, Academia, Jackson, and Sarahfeenah. But this was to be expected, Brood wasn’t the type of leader that felt as though he needed to give everyone a distinct order. He figured that they would all access the information given to them and utilize their best judgment given the factors laid out before them.

For that reason, each of these individuals assigned themselves to a task they’d excel at. Though an absolute psychopath with no remorse for any living being, Jackson knew that his skills were best suited for sinking enemy battleships. So he stayed behind on the ship with Erudite and Juniji. Academia did the same. Laylay and Molly decided to tag along with Brood and Festus. As a sniper, Sarah decided her abilities were best suited for covering Aya. Just in case things managed to go haywire.

To that end, she had a front-row seat in watching Aya work her magic and it seemed as though her words hit the ears of those Marines with gusto, showcased by how frantically those men sprang up into action—activating their transponders to make their report. She couldn’t pick up on the chatter, but she contributed her own as she sent a call out to Desmond. After a few moments of ringing, the living ogre would pick up on his end.

It was clear he was excited by the battle at hand.

“S’at so? PEERVAVA!! Good then!!! Eh Kabe!~ Looks like they comin’ in hot.” Desmond hollered as he gripped a guard by the head and crushed his cranium in his palm.

For their part, Desmond and Kabe were making short work of the lackluster forces employed by the S.S.F. Sure, the star of the show had yet to reveal themselves, but hey, shit happened.  It really made Desmond think about if that Sun F. Lower person was really as cracked up as they made themself out to be. They didn’t manage to do anything substantial the night prior and it was strange that Brood and company allowed them to live.



Hours prior, The Dead Air hull…

Brood and Festus made their way out of the corridor, at his behest, and that hooded figure that was left behind in the meeting hall sat in silence before rising up and making their way toward the entryway. Had their presence truly gone unnoticed?

The Hood that they wore was sophisticated technology crafted by Peytor himself. It allowed for one to bend the light around them so as to obscure their presence. Through the use of their own training as a former member of Ciper Pol, this hooded figure was also able to utilize a technique that allowed them to mask their scent. So that they smelled like any other random grunt. To that end, despite being so obviously out of place.
To the untrained eye, they didn’t exit. The tech was that good but to those with the ability to use Haki. Well, they hadn’t accounted for that. Haki was rare outside of Paradise.

As the figure made its way into the hallway, they quickly made their way toward the stern of the ship. Doing whatever they could to make their hasty retreat before ultimately being surrounded by the Primetime forces.

But they didn’t manage to get far.

The very moment that their foot hit the poop deck, they could feel the presence of someone standing behind them. The figure, panicking, acted swiftly. Reaching underneath their cloak, grasping hold of the blades kept there. When their eyes locked onto the presence they discerned that it was none other than Brood himself.

But in that blink of an eye, Brood’s head cocked to the side as a series of sharpened blades glinted from underneath that very robe, finding themselves slamming into the wooden wall behind him.

Brood’s eyes settled on the mysterious figure who seemingly used the ‘shave’ technique immediately after tossing out the knives. With his right arm raised Brood managed to block the large machete that seemingly came out to strike him.

Gazing upon the figure, Brood could do little beyond a smile.

“Little-ee rat, you’re not Maxwell. You-ee can’t skulk about this eh-ship without being noticed-ee. Even with that… tech. Just-eh-cause we act dumb-ee doesn’t mean we are. Nice trick tho-ee, life return I think… ee-good for masking-ee one’s presence...but not one’s intent.”

The figure used the technique again to land on the edge of the ship, though found their back pressed up against a wall of sugar that was erected prior to their machete strike.

Leaping away, the individual removed their cloak. Exposing their armored visage and a peculiar mask that was in the shape of a sunflower. The would-be assassin unsheathed another blade, twirling them around before speaking in a distorted voice.

“Je savais que te tuer ne serait pas une tâche facile, mais je ne pensais pas que tu étais si vigilant. Surtout étant donné que vous m'avez tous laissé me promener sans aucun problème avant maintenant. (I knew killing you wouldn't be an easy task, but I didn't think you were so vigilant. Especially since you've all let me walk around without any problems before now.)”

“Well… you violated the dress code the moment you wore a cloak on board. We are a fashionable, jacket-wearing crew.” Academia spoke up while puffing out his chest. “And stop speaking like that, we’ve already been to the Frauce Kingdom before.”

He had been leaning up against the wall, arms crossed. He wasn’t alone either, Desmond, Festus, and Molly were there as well. Attempting to sate their violent natures by watching this would-be spectacle. Of course, this meant that Erudite, was also nearby, watching carefully.

“Heh… touche… Well ‘zen… why woul’jou reveal all of ‘zat information in fron-hon-hont of moi, however? I could have been transmitting ‘zis conversation with le Marines on le island.”

“Doubtful, you haven’t been paying attention much. We are so far away from Notice right now it’s not feasible that a short-range transmission would ever get out of here. We can’t regroup if we’re just hanging out around the island.” Erudite scoffed as she laid eyes on the mercenary.

“...Introductions are in order ‘zen… I am ‘ze trois étoiles (3 star) bounty hunter, Sun F. Lower. And I shall be collecting… all… of your heads. Starting with ‘ze boss.”

“Heh, if ya can take da boss, I will happily surrender my life to ya.” Desmond cackled, though Brood didn’t seem phased by the interloper’s existence in the slightest.

The masked figure chuckled ominously, muttering a slashuashuashu… through their voice-augmented mask.

“Ah good, I eh-needed an in with the-ee Bounty Hunter’s Association-eh. Or whatever it’s called. We are going-eh to be a competing company, ee-yanno.”

The masked individual found themselves slowly twirling their blades faster and faster until they became whirling disks in their hands. Without so much as another word, they’d toss their blades forward. Aiming to decapitate Brood.

Though of course, this was nowhere near touching his neck. As he swatted the blades away, watching one blade lodge into the deck and the other fly back toward his attacker. Brood’s figure seemed to fade in and out before he appeared behind the figure n in place of the candy wall he constructed. Pushing them forward with his open palm, the figure spun around to try and face Brood.

Once some distance was created, the mercenary found themselves pinned up against the wall. Unable to move, unable to retaliate. Large icicle-sized spikes of solid sugar held the individual against the wall with minimal effort. Having been fired from Brood’s very same palm.

“Don’t feel-ee bad. If I ever eh-struggled for more than a minute with a person in the eh-blues, then I’d never be worthy-ee of my bounty.”

There was a blur, and that mountain of muscle that called itself Desmond appeared before the now helpless mercenary. With his arm jet black, covered with an intense amount of haki, The brute would slam his fist straight into her stomach.

The masked figure would cough up blood, but it was not visible since it was now inside their sunflower mask. Their body lurched forward, as all of the air in their lungs was pushed out. At this, Festus walked over to the figure and placed his hand upon the figure’s head. A glint of selfish delight wafted over his face.

"Looks like there's going to be… hic-… a change of plans. Listen to me… hic-... carefully, we get it you did this for money. HICCUP! So if you want to make it out of this hic- alive here's what you're going to do…"



Notice, South Beach…

Desmond snapped out of it momentarily, his fist crunching the ribs of his nearest opponent before he’d charge the remaining men. His musculature proved far too mighty for individuals here in the Blues. The only thing that would even pose a threat to him would be a… giant robot of some sort. As if one of those things existed.

Still, he’d speak out to Kabe all the while. Cutting through the mayhem with a plan all his own.

“Once those reinforcements get here, I’m going to split the riff-raff away from ya. So be ready ta beat whomever they send.”

Meanwhile, the good doctor spoke out to Aya over the transponder. “Good work, just so you know the boss is watching us. Even if you accomplish the task he gave you, you'll gain more favor with him if you actually contribute something on your own. You got a rare power there, it might be helpful to our end goal."

As for Brood, he didn't have much trouble getting inside the complex. His crewmate was good at infiltrating places like this. Laylay somehow managed to get that back door open, and now all Brood needed to do was track down the man in charge. For this to be such an impressive Manor, the lack of security was rather surprising.

“...Somethin hic- seems off Brood…” Festus admired as he stepped over one of the bodies of the guards that they had broken whilst approaching the manor from its northern entrance.

“Oh?... ee-Ehh…. no shit. Don’t let your guard down… that cloak-ee was like nothing I’ve ever seen. That eh-certainly was the kind of tech-ee you get in the Blues. That had to come from somewhere on the eeheeheeeehehe-Grand Line. We ain’t dealing with no amateur engineers here.”

The pair cautiously stepped into the manor, keeping an eye out for anything out of sorts. For all Brood knew, this could have been a trap.



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by Guest
on Mon Apr 03, 2023 3:28 am
 
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Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 4] Eviction Notice: Notice Noticed
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 4] Eviction Notice: Notice Noticed

Previously on...

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by Guest
on Mon Apr 03, 2023 3:04 am
 
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Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 3] Eviction Notice: Planned Plots
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 3] Eviction Notice: Planned Plots






OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Brood was satisfied with his crew. It seemed as though everyone understood their assignments, and that meant that this heist would go off without much of a problem. He did consider it a heist after all, given the fact that he was going to steal this island right from under those who happen to be in charge. It was his birthright to be the protector of his family and at least this time he was not surrounded by a bunch of dullards and cowards.

No one asked any questions and with that, the meeting came to an end. He preferred it this way, as he was not the kind of man that tolerated deviations from the plan at large. Especially if he took the time to sit down and plan things out for change.

He rose from his seat, looking out over his favorite frenzied flock of fearsome feral fiends with glee. Even though his face could not showcase the emotion behind the dark chocolate mask that sat upon his face. His eyes narrowed as he bellowed out his orders, as it was time to begin the final operation.

“Get ready-ee!! F-ee-estus, with me!”

As the members seated around the table made their way out to prepare, the hood figure slipped out with the crowd. Seemingly unnoticed, though, this was less to do with the fact that they were stealthy and more to do with the fact that Brood had a few key philosophies in his life that he had rarely had the chance to showcase. This being one of them.

Even if you had the knowledge of an impending disaster, it would have no bearing on your ability to stop it.

"Festus... You-ee know what-ee to do."



Elsewhere…

Within an immaculate, well-kept study, a large and imposing figure whose hair was jet black though the sides were grayed out covered in the ash of his age. This mysterious figure stood near a large window pane looking out over the island of Notice, his eyes fixated on the shoreline below down a long sloped pathway leading down to the beach.

This figure dressed and all the opulence befitting his station for it was none other than the head of the Silver Sun Foundation, Peytor Maximoff.

His left hand was tucked away behind the small of his lower back, lost his right hand held upon the stem of a wine glass. One which he rose up to his lips and sipped on softly as he thought about the events of the past few days. He could not make out why a seemingly notorious pirate would waste their time attacking this island, but perhaps it had something to do with a lack of intelligence. Why invade when one could simply make a deal with those in power here? He never did put much stock into the intelligence of pirates but now he felt as if all pirates must have been this stupid.

His isolation would be short-lived when his large oak door found itself being tugged open, and a well-armored man stepped through the entryway. This man was nowhere near as tall as Peytor, but the look on his face showcased how imposing he happened to be.

“Have you brought any news?”

“It is as you say, Sun was able to infiltrate the pirate's ship unawares and managed to gather information on their motives and objectives... it appears a large invasion force is making its way inward. Though their motives remain a mystery to us, sadly."

He grunted, seemingly this man was not a fan of utilizing the aid of mercenaries like the aforementioned "Sun".

"Sun said that unless we up their pay... their memory is fuzzy on that specific matter... What shall we do?”

There was a moment of hesitation. A thought and then a smirk. Peytor could get rid of two birds with one stone. He would allow Sun to keep her secrets, he wasn't the kind of man that renegotiated in business unless he was at a severe disadvantage. And even then, he was the kind of man that allowed himself the opportunity to have some form of leverage to prevent that eventuality. No way he'd be outplayed by an upstart.

“Hold back for now… I wish to see what these young punks have in store for us, busssinessnessness.”

With a swirl of his glass, his eyelids lowered in intensity. His nature was unknowable to the grunt at his side. But the gruffness of his voice was enough to send the message home about how serious he was.

“Gather all of the Foundation Security Force members here, I want to make sure that they aren’t seemingly here for my hard work.”

The man nodded, knowing that Peytor was referring to the secret weapon that the Foundation had been working on for some time now. A weapon that was meant to fully neutralize not only the remaining members of the Council but to kick the Marines off the island so that the Foundation itself was the sole ruling factor of Notice.

For even as the Primetime Pirates made their move, other forces worked in the background. Forces that had made promises to the Foundation should deliver Notice on a silver platter. But such threads would not be revealed just yet. The only certain thing was that the outcome of this invasion would leave a sour taste in someone’s mouth.

“Oh… and have some men go with Sun. F. Lower to intercept the invasion force. They will probably make landfall soon, I want their leader captured and brought here for interrogation. Tell them to make sure not to kill the target.”

And as the focus of the man’s eyes intensified, the scene concluded.



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by Guest
on Fri Dec 30, 2022 3:51 pm
 
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Topic: [Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 3] Eviction Notice: Planned Plots
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 3] Eviction Notice: Planned Plots






OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)
Former Crewmates have been swapped with similar yet different NPC for the sake of story consistency and flow.



By utilizing the research garnered from the interrogation of Roslyn and the documents uncovered during Aya's infiltration and the information gathered by Laylay Academia managed to piece together that a local corporation that went by the name of the "Silver Sun Foundation" had numerous dealings in several of the major industries here in Notice. But it would appear that their actions were not sanctioned by the World Government directly, like the city council. The only way it made sense for that business to operate without being subjected to punitive damages was if it had backing from someone with power on this island.

Or at least that was the working thesis.

He had assigned one of the members of the crew, Juniji The Mink, to investigate the possible connection, some time ago. And as it had been hours, he was expecting to have his suspicions confirmed.

Whether or not that was going to be the case, however, was still up in the air. He had much to discuss and was in no mood to keep this meeting going for longer than it needed to.

Despite the fact that everyone here looked like they could be a professional, this crew was still as chaotic and negligent as pirates.



Roslyn appeared disheveled, her wrists were swollen from the seastone that bound her. Her messy blond hair covered her face entirely. She had only been aboard the ship for hours, but the constant torment she had endured thus far had made it seem like a lifetime.

Her tongue went to moisten her lips, but due to being restricted from clean drinking water for so long, she found the task taxing.

All she could do was keep her attention forward, however long that may have lasted. This was a trial unlike any other she had faced thus far, but they had warned her to stay alert and ready to answer any questions posed. Failure was not an option, and she knew what awaited her should she test their conviction.

She didn’t know how much these pirates knew of the island dealings, but she was determined to say as little as possible.



Brood lounged on his throne-like chair and seemed to not be present. Or at least, his body language showcased a level of lethargy that bordered on offensive. He was already certain that no matter what findings were recovered from the officers that he had sent out all over the islands, everything would dissolve back to the thing they did best.

Violence.

So having a meeting was a waste of time. But Erudite was insistent that he holds these meetings if he was going to have a company. He had much to learn if he wanted to own his own business, much like his long-lost father.

Paying attention was going to be paramount... but it was perhaps a greater fight than dealing with that damn rape dragon from a few months back.

Analytics wasn’t an issue, being observant wasn't either. But this wasn't a battle. This was a meeting to establish their business on the island in a lucrative manner. From what he was told already, things didn't seem to be going well with the damage his people inflicted on the island. Its value was already starting to drop.

He'd need to reinvest if he wanted this place to be worth anything.

Brood noted where everyone was placed. On the right side of the room, in order, it was the following: Erudite, Aya, Molly, Kabe, Juni, Desmond, and Jackson.

Brood and Ricky both sat in the middle, at the head and feet of the table respectively.

On the left side: Sarahfeenah, Roslyn, Laylay, Academia, Niccolo, Some Hooded Figure, and Festus.

“Everyone else, check in.”



Ricky's pressed suit was immaculate and his attention was focused squarely on Academia for the time being. He had returned around sundown himself, having completed the task of stirring up trouble at the local jailhouse, with the aid of a mysterious stranger. But he found the will of that stranger to be stronger than what would be useful for this crew.

For that reason alone, he chose not to further pursue this individual. Though would make note of him later.

He knew that when he presented his report, it was going to cause the others to be shocked, flabbergasted, and left at a loss for words. But he had no choice but to relay the things that matter. Like who he happened to run into at said prison.

“After we finish, Brood-sama. I have some information about the person that has been following us.”



Erudite crossed one leg over the other, arms crossed underneath her chest as she looked upon the ruffians and crooks that she had come to call her family. There was no reason that they needed to have a meeting of this scale, especially since she knew that half of these people excelled strictly in matters of combat, chaos, and destruction.

She wasn't too worried about the actual conquest itself, people here seemed to take orders well enough. But trusting some of these people to give reports was just against their nature. It just didn't make any sense. Not that she'd complain, however. Nothing that her crew could do would ruin their plans.

Though she was adamant that some of these people would end up dead before they left the North Blue.

“We need ta figure out how long we are goin’ ta keep this up. I can’ keep steerin’ this ship roun’ the island for multiple days at a time, darlin’. They are goin’ to eventually blow us out of the water, no matter how good this ole girl is.”



Desmond tapped his massive meaty fingers on the table while his chair waned and squealed beneath his hefty girth. He spoke up, regaling everyone with how his task went.

"What cannae say, Bossman? We went smashing into that big ole capital building. Ransacked that bitch easy peasy. Nothing to fuck though. Waste of time. But we got the info you wanted. The Head of the island is some sort of group called the Silver Sun Foundation. And their boss is an old bastard named... Peter? Petrov? Bah, I don't fuckin' know."

His gaze fell onto Laylay who'd raise her hands spelling the name, which Desmond's eyes caught immediately.

"Ah yeah, Peytor Maximoff. He is the big shot of Notice. Seated on the Council... which most members are also part of the foundation or whatever. Not that important really if ya ask me."



Seated next to Kabe, Molly let out a big laugh at how Kabe described the situation, before elaborating. Going into more detail about the conversation she had with Niccolo and about his potential use to the crew, given the conversation that she had with Erudite shortly after boarding the ship again.

Relaying that Erudite thought it was a good idea to keep the Council in charge of the island since it would let the crew use the island as a source of revenue. Molly, however, made it clear that she was against the idea personally. She'd rather just destroy the whole fucking place and loot it.

‘aping and pillaging was her jam. Despite being someone who didn't have any good justification to be as chaotic and violent as she happened to be.

It would be in that instance that she'd raise her hands from under the table, taking a bite of Kabe's sandwich.

"Ughhh what the fuck is this disgusting shit?"



Jackson looked a little worse for wear, having found trouble down by the docks when he had... attempted... to do his little demolitions mission. He dreaded having to report for that very reason. Despite being someone whose ability to communicate properly was already stunted heavily, matters seemed to only get worse when it came down to doing his job.

He wanted only to achieve the goal of reaping souls when their time had come. He didn't wish to actively participate in any of these other shenanigans. But now he had a broken arm and he also had to sit here and listen to a meeting that didn’t have anything to do with him reaping souls. It was torture, pure torture.

Yet here he was against his will, having to grit his teeth and do as he was told. Lest he is taken out again, losing more and more of his precious time. If playing along was required, so be it.

“It was… time for everyone to die but… I ceased in my efforts to claim their bounties. Stopped by the bastard with orange hair koala-man.”



Niccolo did not appreciate the description given by the brute Kabe who did little to aid him when Molly came threatening his life, but before he could even pipe up to complain he was silenced with a menacing glace from Brood. The imposing dark-skinned man had a way of keeping his prisoners in check.

He knew naught of the machinations of his captor, but he had no other choice except to capitulate. From what he could tell, this room was filled to the brim with monsters. At least by the standards of the North Blue. Why were these bastards here? He had no idea, but oh well. He'd wait to say his peace.

So long as he could keep his head in the meantime. But given the consequences that his men faced earlier, he wasn't too sure if that'd be possible. He did grimace at the mention of the Foundation, of which he was a member.

And he seemed uncomfortable when Peytor’s name was brought up. Clenching his fist tightly.

Realizing he needed to speak, now that Brood nodded in his direction, he gave up more useful information.

“The Silver Sun Foundation is one of many organizations that have ties to the Underworld. We… specialize in providing arms of varying degrees of potency for various islands here in the North Blue… primarily the gangs of Spider Miles. Peytor isn’t the kind of man you want to cross.”



Laylay had spent her time spying on the Marine forces to the best of her ability, narrowly escaping detection from onlookers and persons of interest. She was mostly leaving the task of finding out about the S.S.F. to Desmond. She did certainly think she knew better about the operation than Brood.

She had been one of the newer members in consideration for becoming a full-time officer, and a board member, of P.T.S.D. and she hoped that her information would get her the job.

She knew that the man with the orange beard was still alive, somehow making it back to Notice despite getting his entire fleet blown away in the volley from the Dead Air.

She already had ideas of how to deal with that man but wasn't sure how the crew operated. With that in mind, she sat in her seat silent, puffing on her cigarette and waiting to use sign language to communicate further.

Though she did scoff at the idea of Niccolo acting as though this crew in particular cared about crossing people with Underworld ties.



The Primate, Juni, was wounded from his mission, having incured a great deal of damage in a short amount of time, though he still succeeded in aiding in the mission that Academia had assigned him. He knew that the S.S.F. had their compound constructed inside the city hall itself. Meaning that the connection between the S.S.F. and the City Council was no coincidence. Someone was on that payroll. The identity of such a person needed only to be discovered.

It was good then that this Niccolo person was seemingly kidnapped. He might know more than he let on.

But the Primate wasn't as clever as he liked to think; having been told not to perform a "garchu" on Aya, he was too stressed to be paying attention.

“What-chu the man-thing says is true. Ooo-ooo!! Me saw men with da S.S.F. symbol on their lapels offloading crates to some unsavory bandana bandits! Ooo!! The island guards looked the other way! Misdirected the Marines! Ooo-ooo!”



Sarahfeenah entered relatively late, having spent most of her time patching up a few of the wounded members of the crew to the best of her abilities. But she was overwhelmed by the task at hand and she had also been in a foul mood ever since the "fox" bitch arrived. Though the reasons as to why she would be upset were rather obvious.

Still, in some remote distant expanse within the furthest regions of her mind, she had come to terms with the reality of her role on the crew. She had yet to receive any information that designated her as important to the crew just yet. Especially now that the crew was becoming a company. She did find it odd, however, that so many people were in this room now.

Including some faces that she didn't remember.

“Ehh- well at least we know the guard and the marine are not working this operation jointly.”



Stumbling into the room late, as usual, was the enigmatic and mysterious Festus Shrine, one of the original members of the Sweet Beat Pirates back before Brood formed the Primetime Pirates.

He had resurfaced while Brood was still in Kano. Still, he had gone his own way only recently reappearing now that things were starting to move forward for the Primetime Service & Delivery organization. An organization that was still very much so in its infancy.

To that end, he said little and merely wore a decrepit smile on his aged features. Sliding himself into his chair whilst listening to everyone speak on what they had done... and what they were planning to do. He was a rather disturbing man, scuffed and covered head to toe in soot. Though, this was for a particular reason that he hadn't revealed yet.

He eyed the hooded figure that he was seated next too… and almost instantly he could tell that this particular person didn’t belong here.



Academia spoke up last, “Of course, the two new people need to brush up on their report-giving skills. Especially you, Mrs. Ruiz.”

He felt a glare from Brood and quickly changed the subject, though he had to get his dig in at Aya. He hated that bitch

“That man we keep identifying by his hair color does have a name. That is Captain, Levi Eucalypt, yes… like the leaves that Koala eat. From what I could piece together, he is an up-and-coming star here in the North Blue.”

He reclined in his chair, adjusting the knobs on the side of the mask that covered his lower jaw.

“He is a Victorian Koala Zoan. I would have thought he’d drown when we blew him up… but I suppose if his other crewmates could swim they’d likely be able to rescue him. So it is no surprise he came back to bite us on the ass.”

With a sigh he’d lean forward, placing his elbows on the table.

“Seems that he is not in league with the S.S.F. in that regard. Might be a good idea to keep him and his people around… especially if we still have the goal of working with the Marines in the future.”

Academia didn’t care if the two randoms, Roslyn and Niccolo, overheard that the crew’s plan was to become affiliated with the government. It wasn’t like they could prevent the task from going through.

“I say we do what we can to ensure that our crewmates earn sizable bounties prior to enacting the greater plan.”

His eyes fell onto Niccolo as he continued to speak.

“From what we have discerned. The Silver Sun Foundation has underworld ties that we might be able to use to further our goals in the long run. Niccolo is hardly a saint and can be turned to our side, of that I am sure. Roslyn here is rather powerful herself, so we ought to turn her to our cause as well. I am sure she has loved ones that she wouldn’t wish to see hurt.”

The words he spoke contained no malice, but rather cold, neutral apathy. Murder was as easy as sipping water for the members of P.T.S.D.

Before Roslyn could speak up in outrage, Academia continued.

“There are many options, how do you wish to play this, Boss-sama?”



Brood nodded, listening to Academia closely before speaking up. “Here-ee is the plan. Tomorrow ee-morning, all of you are going to eh-attack the town square. We are going to cause as many casualties-eh as we can and destroy the Marine eh-base stationed here. As well as damage-ee as many buildings as possible… we will have to recoup the eh-losses, of course.”

The attention of most in the room seemingly snapped to Brood, as though their very lives depended on paying attention.

Though this wasn’t true. Brood would not hurt his family.

“There is no way that the S.S.F. haven’t been doing their own investigation-ee of our seemingly random ee-attacks on the island. And it is eh-highly likely that they noticed that Niccolo is missing.”

Brood let his hands fall to his knees, pressing down on them as he raised his bulky body up. Gazing over towards his followers with a squint.

“But that is fine so long as we acquire a eh-seat on that council… Niccolo… you were already doing shady dealings when Molly-ee and Kobe caught you. So we want you to sit on that seat-ee… all you have to do is make sure that you eh-give us a kickback of whatever the island makes-eh… and ultimately you will be left to run this eh-shithole however you feel.”

Brood slammed his hands on the table, gazing over toward Niccolo.

“Of course, since we are keeping you alive… you will get into contact with your people in the government-ee… and in the eh-underworld. Spread our ee-name around. If we get big enough in the Underworld it is plausible the eh-government can reach out to us. As a bit of insurance, we won’t be killing off Peytor-ee. He might have useful contacts to that end. So we will capture-eh him instead.”

Silence filled the room.

“I will personally seek out Peytor and take him out-ee… shouldn’t be too hard. But I don’t want this fucked up. Aya, since you’re so eh-good at going invisible-ee. I want you to pose as a concerned citizen and convince the Marines eh-that you saw our crew-ee marching up the beach. We can’t risk you earning a ee-bounty this early on. Might be antithetical to your future plans. So it's time to see what kind of Grifter-eh you are.”

Brood patted himself on the back of his mind for using the word antithetical correctly.

“Ricky… I want you to stay-ee with Roslyn on the ship and do your best to crack her. We need her to eh-bring the Guard to heel. If she is deemed-ee unusable, she can become a pillow for the boys.”

Ricky nodded in understanding, though Roslyn appeared to be visibly shaken and horrified by the rather blunt implication proposed.

“Desmond, you will lead the offensive-eh, but show some restraint. Kobe-ee, it's time that you proved that you can hang with the big boys. The moment that the Marines-ee show up, you find their eh-biggest and baddest-ee dude and take him the fuck down.”

Despite pouting, Desmond gave a thumbs up.

“In order to make sure that Captain Eucalypt-ee doesn’t interfere with the eh-invasion. We will send the bulk of our crew ee-away from the island. I know he will give chase-ee to our ship. This means that when we finish-ee our tasks here, however. We will be leaving on some eh-random ass boat.”

Erudite grimaced, knowing that this was going to go badly.

“Therefore, we-ee will all meet back up at the North side of the island. If you die… then you likely deserved to die-ee. So don’t go crying when your eh-corpse goes unburied. Everyone else, save for Erudite-ee and Juni, your eh-task is to help the assault. Juni, you stay on the eh-ship and command the forces there. Don’t ee-fuck this up like you normally do.”

With a sigh Erudite placed her hands on her face, having called this outcome from the start.

“Any-ee questions?”



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[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng





Molly’s overconfidence was not something she bothered to hide. She was adamant that she alone stood at the top of the food chain when it came to interrogations and she was willing to get violent if needed. Looking over towards the man, who seemed to be in his mid-forties, though that didn’t stop her from considering him old, she’d scoff a bit.

“No… A public servant to the citizens of fair Notice. I… always knew that things would catch up to me. Still, I will not fetch any price worth ransoming.”

The man did have a calmness about him, one that showcased that this was not his first time encountering thugs of their ilk. Yet, he seemed wise enough to discuss with the pair what exactly their goals here happened to be.

There was a confidence in him that impressed Molly. At least to a point. But Molly let her fingers run through her hair and she flipped it accordingly. The smugness in her tone of voice was on full display.

“Hmm… so like you work for the citizens? So you’re like what? A politician?”

The man’s eyes flickered from Molly over towards Kabe, watching the man closely.

“I sit on the elected council of Notice, I hold the tenth chair, and I have been serving for the past two decades.”

“Ooo, even better. Well, we are here to take ya ass for some negotiations. Pack yur shit buddy-boy!”

He looked… stunned. Confused.

“Upon further consideration, I most certainly will not. I am not going to abide being intimidated by common thugs. I am connected to Don Peridot, you have no authority over me. You blues pirates are all the same.”

Molly looked… confused. Who the fuck was Don Peridot. Sounded like someone tricky… but hey. Not her problem, she’d put that little note in her pocket and pass it along later. But she could play along for at least a few seconds. Act as if she cared.

“Don whomst?”

With a painful expression of annoyance painted across his face, the man began to explain just who his hidden connection was.

“...Truly you are as bold as you are ignorant. I have backing from a powerful fam-”

CRACK

“Oops, hand slipped!”

Molly had used the shaft of her mallet, opposed to the head, to strike at the man across his face. Leaving a red, swelling mark against the man’s cheek.  She didn’t even attempt to hide her smile all the while.

“I…I can’t believe this! You struck me?? You’ll reg-”

The follow-up strike was harder. She didn’t like when rats stopped scurrying about, attempting to fight back against a snake by gnashing and clawing. Just like in those situations, the snake would win eventually. Squeezing out every last ounce of struggle from their prey.

“Damn, force of habit, my bad.”

“Argghh! Ugh! You…you… Fuck! What do you want dammit… I don’t keep any money here…”

His frustration was overwhelming and he couldn’t stop himself from holding his face. His breathing was exacerbated by the circumstances. He could tell that she wasn’t trying to kill him… and that it wouldn’t take her much effort if she was.

“Like I said, you have a meeting with the bossman…” Molly looked at her outstretched nails in admiration all the while.

His gaze went back towards Kabe… and he attempted to plead with the much younger chivalrous looking individual.

“Please, for all that is good and just. Tell your friend to be reasonable… I’m a member of the city council…”

This exchange brought not only a smile to her face but caused her to chuckle all the while.

“What. Ever. Loser. I don’t much care for any of the fancy roles you may or may not have. All that matters is that you come with us. Comprende??”

He knew he had little to no options here… and it was clear she was not in charge. He could only hope that whoever he’d be seeing wasn’t some depraved lunatic. For some reason, they needed him alive. So he just had to bide his time until he could contact the Don.

“Fine… but when Don Peridot learns of this…”

“Don, Schmon. Who cares.”

There was a hint of sadness as he continued to speak.

“All I ever wanted to do was look out for the best interests of Notice. I’m so sick of bending to the will of you… of you thugs.”

Molly was quick to stop the man as he rose to his feet, making sure she stood behind him as they made their way out of the office and building proper.

“Hey man… that’s real sentimental and shit. But like… save it for someone else. We are not the pair for any of this mushy heartstring nonsense.”

“Fine….”

His submission was wise and she enjoyed that he did so without incident. It would save him a wicked beating to be sure.

“Alright bet! Keep the pace. I’d hate to have to carry you on account of broken legs.”

Her eyes flicked back towards Kabe.

“Alright, let's head to the docks. This can be Erudite's problem to sort out.”

To Be Continued...
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 3] Eviction Notice: Planned Plots

Previously on...

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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

Erudite was more or less amused by the circumstances at present.

The lascivious Pigman was clearly upset with the blatant rejection his fellow mink showed him, and he filed that interaction in his mind for later. It was rare for minks to be this far away from Zou, he knew this well.

But to be so easily brushed off by one required... future consequences for the Red Panda. He'd see to that.

Good thing he was the Quartermaster.

Erudite couldn't blame Aya, however, it was clear that this man was up to no good.

These men, if one could call them that, were nothing less than what she had imagined them to be like. Crass, obvious, and without any shred of ethics. To say that they truly fit the various stereotype associated with down-and-dirty pirates would be quite an understatement.

In fact, she was so taken aback by the entire affair that she couldn’t break the smile that had found itself draped over her facial features.

With a slight flick of the wrist, she called forward one of the nicely dressed men, who popped the lid on one of the crates and brought forward a remarkable-looking rum bottle, laden with dark purple wrapping.

Her eyes turned to gaze upon Aya, and she scoffed for a moment before letting her attention return to those vagabonds that thought themselves so… charmingly rude. She was more than certain that these men couldn’t even convince a nightwalker to spit on them let alone bed them. Their actions seemingly made that as clear as crystal.

But in this one track-mindedness, she found opportunity.

“It’s just rum, specialty rum at that. From Flevance. We have other shit ta do, so we just need this delivered.”

The admittance to what the drink was caught the blond male off guard.

“And what makes this rum so special?” The man quizzed with his arms crossed.

Erudite chuckled, running her finger through her hair. Gesturing for one of her men to hand out samples to everyone standing there, including Aya.

The Rum itself was sickly sweet, potent, and pungent. All the signs of a strong rum. One that could take you a long way with very little. The lack of bitterness was especially pleasing on the tongue, though to say it was a pleasant experience for those who didn’t drink often would be an overstatement.

“The sugarcane we use is ta die for. Highly concentrated, makes a far more potent batch of liquor overall.”

He'd look to his allies briefly, confidently.

“Hmm… and what is the going rate on the crate itself?” The smugness implied ulterior motives hiding in the winds.

He’d take a sip, his eyes widening as he found himself thoroughly enjoying the brew.

“Not sure why that matters. it ain’t fer sale, darlin’, sorry ta say."

She wasn't going to play their game.

“Huh? It matters because of what I told you before. We’ll be wanting a cut of that profit.” His standoffish nature on full display.

“What? Fer just delivering a single crate to an island not too far?”

She teased their obvious desperation.

“Yep… and that fancy royalty liquor is going to take on a cool 100,000 I'd wager. Notice only sources the best of the best.”

He knew his shit but it wouldn't matter.

“Nope, this ain’t no bluff. We can manage ta swing that… but I refuse. That’s just too steep fer my blood.”

“Hmm... If you give us some of the contents… that will knock off any additional cost. Say… 10%?”

This was the perfect moment to be a bitch.

“Ten? This ain’t a charity, darlin’, make it forty.”

The man's eyes widened at the absurdity of her counteroffer.

“Surely you jest madame, we aren’t some backwater tradesmen. And we do not need to deliver this crap for you. We can do 20%.”

Yeah, he was obviously offended.

“Make it 25% and ya can take half the crates yerself.”

Another absurd offer, but this time in the opposite direction. Favoring the so-called "tradesmen". There was a method to the madness, Erudite was already many steps ahead of these would-be thieves.

“Oh? Seriously confusing as to how you’ll make a profit if over half of your stock is given away.” Didn’t take a brain surgeon to realize something was off here.

She’d shrug in a nonchalant manner, showing no expression on her face that would denote if this was a legitimate offer or not. As far as she was concerned, these drinks held no value. But by acting like it did have value, then she could work something out for her friend here.

“My company specializes in handing out samples as a form of marketing. Yew might be fixin’ to be a new customer if ya like the booze enough.” A good enough excuse in her own mind.

He seemed to think it over, speaking to his allies momentarily.

“Ah, smart. Well, then it’s a deal… though… I warn you the seas are dangerous. Your friend might not be up for the journey.” The man gestured towards Aya, while his hog of a companion never seemed to truly remove his eyes off her.

“She’s got spunk in moxie in equal parts… ya just do yer thing and we will do ours!” A shrug and a hand would be offered.

Shaking on it, the two created their oath. But she was not foolish enough to blindly trust in this stranger. She knew that they’d try something, so it was going to be up to Aya to not get caught up in whatever their plans were. But hey, at least they got some free cases of drink.

“Fine, fine. Just get the crate here before sunset… and don’t forget your friend hehe.”

She made a note to kill these bozos if she ever came across them again.

At the end of the conversation, she’d pull away, taking Aya and her own goons with her. Making themselves scarce from the earshot of the men they just finished conversing with.

“There, that is my part in all o’this done and finished. Note that the rum doesn’t matter. So do whatever ya have ta do. Just… survive. Ye? It was a pleasure getting to talk with yer sweetheart, if yew and I ever run into each other again, I’ll do something special for ya.”

She listened intently, waiting to see what the woman had to say in return.

Erudite was helping this woman for selfish reasons, but those machinations were not easily picked up on. Many birds were killed in this way. And she left no uncast stone unturned.

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[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng





Molly was impressed with the way that he decided to handle the situation. It wasn't often that she worked with anyone other than Jackson.

And to be quite frank, she did not like working with Jackson.

The manner in which he brutally dispatched the man who'd shortly be known as Petey caused Molly to become highly amused. And the callous way that Kabe tossed the man's body into the foyer of the building brought a smile to her face.

As such, she followed behind the man tentatively, accessing him and looking at his fighting style closely.

No detail would escape her as she listened to Kabe mock the foolish guards who were assigned to protect this mysterious Mr. Moneybags.

The thought of putting the hurt on these pricks really got her going.

So much in fact that, without hesitation, she pulled the mallet back like a baseball bat.

With malice she flicked the switch that was located on the haft of the mallet, causing a small hole to appear on the left flat of the mallet itself.

A small metal tube effectively sprung out of the hammer and the sound of gas whirling inside of the tube could be heard.

In an instant, a small blue flame erupted out of the mallet, sending it in a forward vertical arc with great force.

The small woman would be dragged forward in the process, her strength keeping the hammer in her grasp as she slammed it into the side of one goon, which forced him to slam into yet another.

Launching the two men forward and through a wall with an impressive impact.

With small vibrant hearts replacing her irises, she gleefully snickered before diving into the crowd of low-skilled protection agents.

Like a tornado of death and metal.

In the chaos, she listened closely to the man who proclaimed her to be his friend. She hadn't anticipated the promotion out of "colleague", but she let it go straight to her head nevertheless.

"Whoopoopoop, you read way too many World Economy comics! But I can't say I'm not amused!"

She decided that it was fine to play along. Even if things were getting a little bloody. But that was definitely the way she preferred things.

"I doubt he is some criminal mastermind, even despite his shady dealings. But hey, I'll take that bet! And we are betting the usual!" She proclaimed with a toothy grin.

She definitely was not going to complain about getting his extra portions.

She was a hungry bitch.

Within moments, most guards who had opposed them were little more than memories left upon the marble floors.

And with the final opponent she had chosen for herself finally landing on the tile, after being hit with a monstrous uppercut, Molly stepped over the downed enemy's corpse, making her way towards the staircase.

"Hmm… we really need to get out of the Blues. These people are pathetic."

Any straggling guards who attempted to cut their route off found themselves being completely decimated.

To say it was a bloodbath would be an egregiously obvious statement to make.

And yet Molly thrived in the obvious.

Eventually, the pair would make their way to the highest possible floor and with no room for bated breath, Molly’s foot would slam against the large twin oak doors. Flinging them open and revealing a well-maintained office, with a desk made of the same wood as the doors.

The man that had sat there looked up frantically, surprised by the intrusion, and yet… something about him was off.  

He didn't seem to be panicking.

In fact, he seemed as though he was more expectant than anything else. Was this a trap? If it was then Molly was screwed. She wasn't smart enough to spot them.

Nor to even register it as a possibility.

With a smug look on her face, she waltzed into the room, kicking up her leg and slamming it onto his desk.

“Alright, Mr. Moneybags. Get off your hiney, you’re coming with us! This here is a kidnapping.” Her face contorted into a “>:D” shape as she let her confidence flow through her.

“I suppose I have no choice in the matter… but you will gain no ransom from my capturing. I am but a humble public servant.” His sigh was impressively audible.

“Pfft, yeah right. What kind of servant could afford this kind of building?”

She wasn't a dummy, that was for sure.



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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay








OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a wheeze)

The plague spreader could do naughty but cackle maniacally as his toxins reached into the furthest depths of those who had the displeasure of crossing his path.

There was a sick pleasure that Academia especially enjoyed when it came to subjecting others to his concoctions.

He didn't care if you were an innocent bystander or someone whom he was hired to target specifically. So long as you suffered. That was more than enough for him.

And he did revel in the sheer carnage that he wrought in this instance. Was this overkill given the situation?

Oh absolutely.

But a sadistic man like Academia cared little for subtlety. That was not his forte. It was the "raccoon bitch" who had the power to be unseen. A rather niche market that she seemingly cornered the market on.

Lucky bitch. Having a power that helped her stand out, by not standing out? It was infuriating, to say the least.

So infuriating in fact that Academia decided to attempt and hinder her progress by any means.

“Your gagging and wheezing remind me so much of my beloved Chairperson, it is a lovely sound to hear,” Academia spoke with such malice as he watched the clerk struggle to breathe.

The woman clawed at her own throat, but it would do her no good. She was already dead, and the only cure available was nowhere to be found outside of the Dead Air itself.

He ignored the confirmation from Aya over the snail transponder, choosing instead to take a look at each of his victims as they struggled to cling to their mortal coils. His eyes scanned over every painstakingly intricate detail that he could ever possibly hope for in the process. Practically salivating at the thought of seeing the results of his experiment in real time.

There was an overwhelming sense of happiness that flooded into his being. The tantalization of the action consumed him in a way he couldn’t verbally express.

And yet, his fun was interrupted the moment the two glass entrance doors were swung open, and a pair of men wielding spears took a step forward to try and discern what the cause of the commotion happened to be. Unfortunately, though they had inhaled a small dose of the airborne substance, it was enough to cause them to cough and back away.

Removing a bronze-plated flintlock from his side holster, he’d quickly fire off two shots toward the guard on the left side of the entrance. Acing him in the skull and through the throat before mumbling obscenities underneath his breath.

Clearly agitated from the interruption of his personal time.

He’d make his way towards the sole survivor, pushing him hard and sending the man backward. He was struggling, but he was alive.

“This was just a senseless massacre, make sure you inform your superiors. The name is Academia the Reader. Do be sure to remember despite the concussion.” He spoke in a callous manner, raising up his foot and bringing his heel down on the man’s skull.

Not doing the action with enough force to kill the man, but he did render him unconscious.

Raising his wrist once more, he spoke into the transponder finally. His agitation dying down in the process, though his focus seemed elsewhere for now. He didn’t forget about Desmond’s little contest.

He needed some bounty.

“Where are you girl, did you return to the street level yet? Hurry up before the rest of the guard get here.”

Holstering his sidearm, he’d make his way across the street, walking past a small corner shop and ducking into a nearby alleyway. He could not locate Brood but was sure that his Captain was nearby somewhere.

He’d then tell his exact location to Aya, waiting for her to make her arrival.

But he was not going to have a chance to see her. For Brood had already found her.

Within a few moments, Brood had leaped up out of the street and onto the roof of the building with a monstrous thud. Looking down at the small woman and staring at her in the same manner as he would anyone else he had murderous intent for. Even now, despite her being invisible, he’d reach out and place his hand atop her head.

Despite his harsh tone, it was clear he was satisfied with her performance in this instance.

“Good job, Ms. Ruiz.”

The praise left his mouth easily and upon hearing the tone from Academia that came through the snail on Aya’s wrist, the beast of a man would reach down and grab her by the hand. Hoisting her up so that he could speak.

“Shut the fuck-ee up. Meet us back-eh at the-ee ship. Got it?” His own manner of speaking was far harsher than anything that Academia could conjure up.

There was a lull of silence before the large sweetman spoke once again.

“Oh… and good job. Make-ee sure that you get-eh all of the eh-credit.” His final command before the connect cut off.

That was to say, before Brood reached down, grasped the snail in his massive hand, and crushed it into a sinew of slime and souls. He cared little for these little creatures, and once they served their purpose there was little reason to keep them around. Though, despite that belief, he never harmed his own personal snail. It already looked like him even when not in use.

And that was just too badass in his opinion.

“We have-ee to make a detour before we go eh-back to the ship.” He spoke to her calmly, hoisting her up and onto his shoulders. So that she could have a ride… and also extend her power to himself.

Below, Academia would do as instructed and made his way back to the Dead Air quickly, unphased by the chastising he had received. As it was outweighed by the praise instead.

As Brood and Aya took their exit as well, he spoke to her cautiously.

“You’ve proven-ee yourself for now, but if-eh you want to truly prove-eh you have got the-ee value to be part of eh-this crew. Well.. ee-you’ll have to-eh make sure the rest of this little scheme-eh of ours goes off ee-without a hitch. Think you can do that?”

The final act was close at hand. Now that the authorities were aware that some members of the, as of now named Primetime Pirates, actually made it to the island. Security efforts would surely increase a magnitude much higher than previously predicted.

Brood anticipated a bloodbath and he’d have it no other way.

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She was not surprised that, given his youth, he'd have a rather simplistic outlook on the world.

But even still, Erudite could find no fault in his logic, especially since nothing he said seemed to house any biases whatsoever.

If not the World Government, it was the Yonko. If not them, it was the Revolutionaries. Though she had heard they were rather hands-off with the islands that they liberated. Outside of occupying them at the very least.

She had no personal opinion of that particular faction at least. They didn’t seem to align with her particular M.O. and so she left them to their own devices.

But the Marines… she had no issue with those sorts. Even despite the fact that she was a fishman. She had no doubts they’d be a thorn in her side… but she was well aware that her Captain was already working on a way to solve that particular little issue.

Not that the Primetime Pirates would ever fully trust the Government.

Still, it did not wound her pride at all to potentially work with, or even for, the Marines as a whole.

She didn’t have the same upbringing as most of her people. And that showcased itself in her feelings on that very subject.

But it was good that this youth didn’t have a problem with them either.

Nor did it seem he had a problem killing them if needed.

With that in mind, she reflected on the other words that he had spoken. He was a very straightforward kind of man. The kind that liked to get his hands dirty just for the sake of doing so. His love for combat… for conflict. It was something that she felt fit the crew very well.

He wasn’t aware, but he was already acing this interview.

That being said, she took stock of their current situation as she continued to consume her meal. This man crossed someone on this island. But she didn’t recognize those fodder-ass henchmen at all. Perhaps whoever was in charge of this operation had yet to truly consolidate a faction of their own.

But there were at least enough men for this gang leader to be a person with a bounty.

Why they had that bounty, was a mystery. To Erudite specifically, it didn’t matter. She was rather strong herself, but she had yet to really gain a bounty. At least, not one attached to her name.

But there would be time for that soon.

Taking a moment to truly soak in this pleasant dining experience, she spoke up. With the same confidence that she had always displayed, even in the direst of circumstances.

“I get that ya like ta fight strong people… but do ya actively go out of yer way to cause conflict? I mean, what was all that back there anyway? Do ya usually have a bunch of strange men chasin’ ya ‘round?” She chuckled as she imagined the man constantly fleeing and fighting every island he went to.

She’d cover her mouth, regaining her composure after a moment lost among her thoughts.

“No judgment, suge. Just wanted ta make sure ya weren’t one of those, take the wheel sorts of fellers.”

Given how quickly those men had organized before, she had no doubt that before long they’d make their way here. But she had no intentions of running away. This was all going to be part of the test.

She needed someone with moxie, a person that wasn’t a cowardly chickenshit just because they were outnumbered.

Numbers meant little to the real monsters in this world. One guy, seven guys? You should be able to take them all on without issue. And if you can’t?

Well, all you had to do was buckle down and get stronger.

“Not that it’s a bad thing ta resolve yer conflicts in the manner ya find most tolerable. If’n you’re a fan of violence, then I say give those rascals the beaten of their lives.” She rose up the small cup of sake that came complimentary with her food.

Guzzling it down, she’d make a sound of satisfaction before her eyes fixated on Kabe once more.

“Though, I will say. Ya might want to take better care of ya sword there, suge. That thing looks… well for a lack of better words… thirsty. Gone ahead and unsheath that puppy fer me.”

She wasn’t clear on what she meant, but she could tell that this man didn’t pour his haki into his weapon often. Or at least not to the point in which the blade would begin to really attune to his body. She knew some people with weapons that really imbibed haki. His were close, but no cigar.

"I can see ya have the potential ta use a little thing called Haki... but I don't think yer drawing out enough of it to be anywhere near effective with it. If yer gonna go around fighting with a blade... yer goin' ta need it. So listen ta me closely..."

And with that, she'd begin to explain to him what she knew of Haki and why it mattered. How he could train it and how to use the little bit he had now far more effectively than he had. She didn't bother explaining everything, there was not going to be enough time for that. But she could at least teach him enough for the battle that awaited him.

The battle that neither was aware of, one that would be approaching soon.

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OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

“I have no doubt ya can take care o’yaself, suge. Still, this plan will require ya to do a bit of hidin'” With a smile, Erudite acknowledged that she thought highly of the little mink lass.

Thinking about what she could and couldn’t say, especially in regard to the business that her crew conducted. She figured it was best to answer just enough to satisfy her curiosity without getting into anything specific.

“We do enough business, been here for two weeks… and we will be here for slightly longer still once we finish our main bit of business in a few day's time.”

There was pride when she spoke about her crew. They were going to fuck shit up on every island in this Blue… and then they’d be on their way to the Grandline once more.

Even if she hated it there.

It was a fair question as to what would happen here and now. There was no way to properly gauge how these men would react to two overly developed non-human females approaching them. But she wasn’t exactly scared of anyone here in the North Blue.

Especially since her Captain was so powerful, it truly felt like she was a large fish in a small puddle.

That being said, she had to do her best to reassure the young woman that accompanied her.

“They ain’t goin’ta to be dumb enough to start anythin’ here and now. Especially not while all of this here business is being conducted.”

She’d reach up with her left hand, grabbing onto her right shoulder before rotating her arm. So that her joints were loose and without all the additional stress placed on them.

A smile crawled its way across her face, displaying her self-assured nature in the face of potential danger.

“Though, no one can say what will happen once we’re out on the sea, suge.”

Her eyes focused, she knew what she had to do next.

Breathing in and counting down from three, her game face would snatch the spotlight away from her normal face. Masking herself the best she could for the negotiations that lay ahead.

Although normally she would have offered this woman safe passage aboard the Dead Air, she couldn’t risk one of her less-than-honorable crewmates getting their hands on her. Be it her captain, or worse, Desmond.

That was why she adopted a swagger befitting someone twice her age with three times as much experience in the art of the talk.

There was no room for failure when making a case on behalf of another person.

Approaching the blond male in the group who sported a nasty goatee and thick, sideburns. She’d gaze into his dark brown eyes whilst placing a hand on her right hip. Taking a moment to size the men up before she spoke in a manner most authoritative.

“If’n I ain’t mistaken, ya boys are on ya way to that there island of Notice. Amirite?” She spoke with a coolheadedness that was reflected in her soft words.

The blond male spoke up, though the piggish man seemed to fix his gaze on his fellow mink. As if he was expecting something. A garchu perhaps. Though the slobber building at the corner of his mouth was highly indicative that his mind is gone. Focused solely on something nefarious.

“Heh, that we are. And what, praytell, gave it away?” The man took a moment to size the fishwoman up, his haunches overflowing the same way his pig fellow did.

Erudite chuckled momentarily, before directing her free hand upward, pointing out the man’s cargo.

“I ain’t new to this rodeo, cowpoke. I know ‘fer a fact that yer hauling high-quality silks, linen, furniture, and laundry supplies based on watchin’ ya earlier. The only island that would pay top dollar fer such things here in the North Blue is Notice. Simple as.”

Crossing each of her arms underneath her bosom, her grin grew even more. Her teeth fully displayed.

The larger pig man grunted all the while, looking agitated with Aya as he spoke. “What? No greeting for a fellow mink?... Snnorrtt... Wasting time trying to impress these… Snnorrrrt “...Lesser mink?” He spoke in an offended manner. Eyes narrowing all the while.

He was clearly dressed in rags, looking like a mangy, shaggy pirate himself. Even his teeth were all the way rotted through.

Sure everything about him screamed that it was a red flag to engage him, but that wasn’t exactly a fair way to handle this situation. Even if he came across as a vile sort.

But that didn’t mean that he deserved to be treated like a leper. He was going to show her how nice he was.

She just needed to let her guard down.

“Alright, you’re clearly the nosey sort. What do you want??” He spoke with a guttural tone, showcasing that he was just as much of a slob as his pig companion.

Never taking her eyes off the man, she continued to speak. Confidence oozed out of every word she spoke.

“I just want to pay ya to transport some cargo fer me. Just need a crate of goods delivered to Notice. I’m willing to pay you a fair price, my friend here will be accompanying the goods. Just to make sure everythin’ goes well.”

This statement alone was enough to capture the attention of the hogman. And there was no indication that he’d let the face of their group turn down the offer.

“Hmm… I see... I ain’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. We could arrange a single crate shipment for say…  30,000… and what is in the cargo?”

Erudite expected this, but she didn’t quite mind that these men were curious about what she’d be shipping. Not that she’d tell them the truth.

“Now, what does that matter, darlin’? This here be a smuggler cove, rite? So who cares?”

The man rubbed underneath his nose with his right index finger, showing his fangs as his grin turned rather mischievous.

“Heh, I care… You see. Depending on the potential hassle… and risk. It might be best for us to up the price. And if it proves to be too much well… we can work something out.” He’d nudge the brunette man to his left and the group of five men all began to chuckle amongst themselves.

"Doesn't even have to be you... ssssnort~... who works it out either."

No better than schoolyard children fresh off the leash.

“Oh? Ya don’t say. Guess I can tell ya what were packin'.”

Truly, this was all amusing. She hadn't dealt with this level of blatant stupidity in quite some time.

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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay








OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a wheeze)

Watching the voluptuous figure before him, still capable of seeing her due to his overwhelmingly superior ability to utilize Haki, Brood sighed.

"Tell me, Academia-eh, how many times-ee have we been through this already-ee? The North Blue-eh has provided us with many new additions-ee and now already five of them have failed me."

He looked over towards his crew's head researcher and acting doctor, eyes descending into what one could only describe as a disappointment.

"The monkey-ee, the ghost bitch, my ex-lover-eh... all are dead. Failures…"

There was true pain in his voice as he reflected on all of those he had led in the past and where they ended up.

It was no secret that Brood failed more often than he succeeded. He knew deep down that he could never be the King of the Pirates. Even despite the fact that it was never his goal, to begin with.

If he wanted to protect his family. He would have to do so in a different way. He'd need a powerful ally that could stand toe to toe with the other world powers. He'd need to become a world power. That was his goal. To do anything he could in order to have his name mean something. To be considered a threat.

How little he knew of his current bounty and status would be a shock to many. He figured he got by in the North Blue due to his tenure on the sea.

But he'd soon learn that he was already considered a real threat by a high number of powerful individuals.

He just needed to slow down before he could recognize this fact.

"If only-ee... Junko-chan, Hasegawa-kun, and the others-"

Before he could finish, the academically trained man of brass spoke out with a voice far more concerned and far more compassionate than one would assume capable.

"With all due respect, Boss. We can not dwell on the past. Not anymore. We shame them if we do not… try harder."

Brood allowed the slight, given that the pair were in private and were not discussing things in a manner that went beyond their friendship. In the end, that was the truth of it.

The crewmates that sat at the top of the organization didn't simply work for Brood. They were all important to him in some way. They were his family. And in private he allowed for a lot more leeway than otherwise acceptable. He commanded respect, but he was more than aware of who in this crew truly had his best intentions at heart.

Academia himself would mimic the sigh his Captain had done prior, continuing.

"They are not… all failures. Once we finish setting up our base here in Notice… we can leave them behind to protect this place. They can not leave the North Blue… but they may be able to grow stronger here in time."

Taking a moment to focus himself, the well-dressed academic took the time needed to steel himself for the task ahead.

He'd gesture down to both sides of his waist, brushing his hand against the copper wire that was tied to two individual rectangular boxes that rested where one might place their pistols.

A sense of pride washed over him as he looked on. Gazing at the monolithic construct that housed the very thing they needed to take over this island without issue.

"I foresee big things in our future. You need only leave it to me." His eyes showcased his ironclad resolve. Turning on his heels, he'd make his way towards the main entrance of the building proper.

Brood watched on from across the street with bated breath. Eyes trained on the complex structure before him with intention.

Once through the entryway, dark brown, brass-toed, wholecut oxford-styled dress shoes clacked against marble floors so white, they looked brushed with snow.

The oak cross beams overhead kept the building aloft, and the pane windows dead ahead of Academia were easily identified as being too thick to penetrate with any semblance of effectiveness by traditional rounds.

Something he could do naughty but balk at. The smugness of his grin was hidden behind his respiratory mask.

Approaching the counter, he spoke softly, with a hint of elegance in his tone all the while.

"Greetings, I was wondering if you knew what it was like to have your eyes melt into their sockets and leak out the front of your skull?"

He was at least polite as he spoke.

[npc=misc]"Excuse me? Is this some sort of jok-"[/npc]

As per his usual antics, Academia cut her off as she spoke.

"I assure you I am being quite serious. Deathly serious I am afraid. Now you'd do best to quiet down. I have quite a few demands before we proceed."

He said he'd cause a distraction. He just never said what it would be.

He'd speak to no one in particular, at least it seemed that way. But in truth, he was speaking to Aya through their transponder snails.

"Do try and make haste."

Perhaps it was his overwhelming ego, but he was more than sure that things were going to get rather ugly rather quickly. Especially if a line started to form behind him.

Staying calm, he'd reach up and pull down his steak-punk-looking safety goggles. Covering his eyes effectively.

She likely didn't have a clock or even pressure before now. But he wasn't going to let her have an easy task. That was why, after five minutes, he pulled the ripcords on the boxes to his side, causing a murky yellow gas to shoot out of each box quickly.

This unknown gas filled the room and entered the slots of the windows so that not even the cashiers were safe from its influence.

Each victim began to cough and wheeze, their eyes watering from the smoke itself.

Though Academia was unphased by the assault. Even as guards became alerted to the commotion from the building.

Clearly, this was a robbery and a smokescreen was made in the lobby. Perhaps that made it an obvious distraction.

Who knew?

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OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a wheeze)

Before Academia had even a moment to respond, Brood began coughing wildly, having stopped himself from drooling so he could focus on the task ahead. This strong coughing fit alerted Academia to change the plan on the fly.

"What's this? A good point? Color me surprised. Indeed, the two of us shall enter instead of our illustrious leader. I feel his talents are better suited elsewhere. For the time being."

Brood himself made no protest to the rejection of his participation. This didn't seem like something that would require his tactical mind or physical prowess. In that way, it truly didn't matter to him anymore.

But he wanted to witness his new crew member's talents. But he could wait for a good thing. It made no difference to him.

That being said, Academia was already beginning to use his ability. His superior analysis of the structures around him. He wasn't the type to do things directly.

He would much instead prefer to stack the odds in his favor before any job or altercation. It was the thing he did best.

Without warning, Brood reached up and snatched the young mink, plopping her down by his side safely before placing his hand atop her head.

"Make-ee sure you bring-eh back my prize undamaged."  He spoke starkly.

Academia could do naughty but bow his head, and cover his right hand over his chest as he did so.

He'd take a moment to dust his white dress shirt off, before running his hands over his blood-red vest. Smirking before his gaze laid itself on the Mink once more.

"As mediocre as your skills happen to be, for where we are in the world you'll have time to grow into them properly as you sail with us. Do not let us down."  He bragged momentarily as he closed his book and removed something from his lower back pocket.

He'd pull out a small, octagonal, compass-shaped box that had a brassy finish, though it looked rusty in some places. He'd take out a brass key from inside his vest's outer breast pocket, setting it into a small hole that was in the center of the box itself.

Winding up the key, as though he was messing around with a toy, several gears whirled, whizzed, and clicked before thin spindly legs jutted out from the corners of the small box.  

The object would then open up, revealing a transponder snail which would then pilot the small spider-legged mechanism, crawling towards the hand of academia before leaping over onto Aya and settling on her shoulder tightly.

"Alright, we will go with a portion of your surprisingly well-articulated plan of action. That is to say, you can slip in through the back. I shall make my way to the front. But rather than infiltrate, I shall provide you with a distraction of sorts." He wore a prideful grin on his face.

A visage of pure arrogance draped itself across his features flawlessly.

"Boss, we can use this to accurately measure her practical field usefulness."  There was a clear malevolence in his words that made no secret of his ulterior motives.

Brood took a moment to think on the suggestion, his curiosity leading him to lower his newfound overprotectiveness. It was true that incompetence would not fly in their line of work. It was only fair she had a trial of her own especially since most members of the crew had undergone similar circumstances.

This was not a crew for the faint of heart.

"Eh-Proceed."

Academia held out his wrist, where another tiny snail was housed. Clinging onto his wrist while housed in a device similar to a watch.

"By any measure of a metric, you don't need our aid in pulling off a heist. So we will not provide you with any noticeable assistance beyond what I am giving you now. If you can't manage a task like this, you're better off serving differently."  He scoffed in an overly cartoonish manner.

"That transponder will allow you and I to stay in communication, however. Any questions?"  The turned-up corners of his lips remained as he spoke.

"Ee~ No. Quit fuckin'-ee stallin' and get me my fuckin' documents!"  Brood's voice boomed erratically.

Causing Academia to quiver in fear and titillation.

"Right as ever, Boss. Ahem."  Academia spoke in a flustered manner, adjusting his tie and smoothing it down as he continued. "Let's go wench, it's time to prove you're worth more than being relegated to crew mascot. Or an Ona-"

He paused before turning on his heels and making his way toward the building's front entrance.

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[Notice: Contestation Saga][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Thug Throng





Molly was more than sure that Kabe had a fair point, especially regarding how much fun it would be to just start from the bottom and work their way up.

It would aid in their future “convincing” of this soon-to-be kidnapped target. Especially if they had proof of how dangerous they happened to be.

Granted, they might have just showcased themselves to be strong thugs in the process. But that was not something that she wanted though. Especially when it would reflect poorly on their boss. No… avoiding combat was the best route for now. They would have the time to break some eggs later. For now… and only for now… it was best to just… go straight to the top.

But Molly wasn’t the luckiest little lass hanging around. She didn’t get a say in whether or not violence would rear its head today.

Before she even had the chance to give her opinion on how t proceed, two armed guards found themselves coming around the corner. Investigating the loud noise that she had caused moments ago. Unfortunately for Molly, the gesturing and pointing were enough to make it clear that she and her hammer were being blamed for the situation.

The smashed wall nearby didn’t seem to help matters either.

With a sigh, she hoisted her massive mallet up and bent her knees. “Suppose option two is the answer.” She sounded annoyed as she muttered the words.

Pressing off the tips of her toes, she launched forward with a ferocity befitting her nature. Like a wolf beset upon a doe.

She showcased a lack of empathy that was rather legendary.

With a wide horizontal swing, she’d bring the head of her hammer careening into the first guard who tried his best to parry the blow with his shortsword.

Unfortunately, he was hit with such an overbearing amount of force that it was clear that she was far too strong to be spending her time on this island.

It really showcased how strong the members of the Primetime Pirate crew happened to be. Especially since her attack didn’t even launch the man away from the location. Instead, the disgusting crunch that could be heard was showcased far more evidently by the fact that the guard was now laying in a heap on the ground, crumpled. His arm flattened like a pancake.

She flicked her attention over towards the other guard briefly, who seemed wise enough to have started shouting before she rose her hammer again. Though, there was time for the master of the frisbee blade to have intercepted the man before Molly brought him down as well.

Either way, it was clear the entire building was now alerted to their presence. But that was fine. For what was a mission without conflict, right? Surely Erudite would understand. So long as they made their way to the top of the building quickly before their target could flee… then that was all that mattered in the long run. Correct?

Absolutely… it was the only logical way forward.

“Bah, fuck it. Kill ‘em all.” It was better to leave no witnesses.



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by Guest
on Thu Sep 08, 2022 9:31 pm
 
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

Erudite wasn't the kind of woman that often delved into matters of her personal experience. Still, it was rare for her to be around someone who somehow shared her unique life experiences in addition to having another woman to speak with.

Believe it or not, there was just an aspect to womanhood that the opposite sex couldn't relate to as well.

Not that she valued the men in her life any less. It was just something extremely noticeable to her. She felt relaxed. It was a strange feeling that she had yet to get used to.

"Sounds like a real hoot. Ya' dun have'ta convince me darlin'. You can paint me any ole time." Her smile showcased her sharp rows of teeth that otherwise were never quite on display.

She made a mental note of the information she had learned about her new sea sister, committing the knowledge to memory.

She didn't envy this woman's life that was for sure. Especially given how this woman seemingly had more brothers than needed. Like… holy fuck use protection.

Erudite came over to think over her response before speaking; she didn't want to cause any problems by sounding sensitive to the situation at all.

"Not tryna be rude but that sounds like a fucking nightmare." She chuckled, taking one more look over at her men.

"My crew only has one other woman on it, but between you and me let's just say she's a few hens short of a full coop."

She slapped her own thigh enough for it to draw the attention of some nearby smugglers. But she paid them no mind.

You know what it was like to struggle, comparatively to the shit she had seen in the grand line the North Blue was pathetic quite frankly. And her personal opinion they really shouldn't have even been here in the first place. But if her Captain wanted to take Notice as his own then she would do whatever she could to ensure that he got what he wanted.

That was the thing that separated her from the chaff and chattel. Erudite had her own goals and ambitions separate from anything related to her crew, and it had been the promise of Brood that he would go out of his way to make sure that she achieved them herself. So how could she turn and face him and not give him the same help that he had already given her?

She wasn't a fucking hypocrite.

"Now don't you go being reckless now darlin', I don't know how you've been going around these islands by yourself without there being any incidents but you better be damn sure that you're wearing your stomping boots."

A fair warning, there were so many threats out here for someone who didn’t have a crew watching their back. It was best to be prepared for anything.

“You know how ta fight darlin’?” It was a serious question, one that gave a lot of information, believe it or not.

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by Guest
on Tue Jul 26, 2022 1:20 am
 
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Topic: [Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

Erudite stifled a laugh when she saw the reaction of her fine Mink friend. Was charity and hospitality really dead nowadays? Well, this was the new great age of Piracy, was it not? Perhaps that was the reason why there had been so much activity here in the North Blue. So many islands changing ownership, and so many islands are being conquered. And soon… the Primetime Pirates would do the exact same.

“Yes sweetheart, imma lady of my word.” She acknowledged, raising her free hand up and flipping her hair out of her face momentarily.

Her eyes gazed over towards those same men once more.

“And we all have our skillsets I suppose. Look at that darlin, ya helped me figure out my niche.” She’d give a wink before handing the cup out to one of her men who took it from her.

She placed her palms on either side of the crate, pushing up and off the wooden box, dusting off her plump backside before fussing with her hair for a moment. Turning towards Aya with a smile and her hands tucked behind her back. She listened to the red panda discuss her family, choosing not to interrupt her while she spoke.

Erudite couldn’t tell if Aya’s attitude was related to a genuine hatred towards her siblings or if this was some sort of thing that relatives did. But she did chuckle when the woman expressed with full enthusiasm that she wished she was an only child. It was funny how both ends of the spectrum could find a reason to want to be like the other. But in her own case at least, Erudite was completely fine with being an only child in most ways. She didn’t even like her own parents to be quite honest.

Thirteen kids though, that sounded… horrendous.

”Yur poor ma.” She didn’t need to say anything else but chuckled nevertheless.

She rose an eyebrow at the offer to be painted and to catch a coffee. Was this woman truly that grateful for her doing something that wasn’t all too hazardous to either of their healths? Erudite moved forward towards the woman, reaching out and patting the Mink on the head softly.


“I humbly accept yur offer, suge. I’ll definitely hit ya up, in fact, let me make this easier on ya.” She nodded her head, thinking to herself about the logistics of making such a request work.

She put her hand out and spoke towards her minions without having to look at either of them.

”Give me one of those grumble poppers.” She ordered and one of the men immediately reached into their belt and pulled out what appeared to be a sphere with a skull on it.

She’d take it and hold it out for Aya to take.

“If ya plop this here into the water, I’ll know exactly where ya are no matter where ya are on the island. Just make sure ya take a few steps back after ya use it… and uh… don’t use it indoors. If’n ya do use it indoors. Just get out of the building immediately.” She chuckled before looking at the Mink with a stern and motherly expression.

She wasn’t fucking around. This was serious business. This was a popper made of her captain’s power.

Which meant that it was incredibly dangerous and could cause a great deal of damage if not properly stored.

“Speaking of which… why are ya going to Notice anyway? Looking for more inspiration for yur painting?” She asked with a smile on her face.

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by Guest
on Mon Jul 25, 2022 9:53 pm
 
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

A smile crept across the teal blue features of Erudite’s face as she watched the Mink react to the strong brew in a manner expected. They had just bought this bottle right here in this very port, but it was a favorite of Ricky, one of her crewmates.

Having a bit of it before they disembarked was par for the course.

Erudite listened intently as Pikasso began to explain the origin of her career in artistry, or at least she had assumed that was going to be the subject of conversation given the introductive statement posed. Apparently, she mixed different plants together in order to get her colors. That was surprisingly ingenious of her, perhaps she was someone that would be able to help them paint their flag…

Only time would tell. That was still a long way out. But she made a mental note of it, craftsmen, artisans, and others with trade skills were always handy to have in one’s back pocket. The members of the Primetime Pirates were always aware of this fact.

It's why they ran themselves more like a business than a Pirate crew. Perhaps it was getting time for a bit of rebranding.

She agreed with the young woman’s statements, nodding her head and crossing her arms underneath her breast, though she allowed for her right hand to stay gripped on the cup as she sipped it again. Pursing her lips as she thought of a response.

“Well slap my arse and call me a bananagator, that's some mighty fine talent ya got there darlin’.” She spoke in an enthusiastic manner. “Only thing Ma and Pa ever taught me was how ta rustle up trouble and command water, that’s all a gal like me is good for. Might need to take me up a trade. But I respect how you’re not in this for the dough-ray-me.”

She outstretched her arm and the man stepped forward again to refill her cup without her having to say as much. As though he was used to this routine already. It was a privilege that came with her rank amongst the members of the crew.

“I got a crew, as ya said, call ourselves the Primetime Pirates. I’m a helmsman actually, sail around on a big ole beast of a boat called Dead Air. No the.” She seemed to be proud to make such a claim, as her chest swelled with pride and her eyes locked onto the mink.

Raising the cup back to her lips she spoke, just before taking yet another sip of the brew.

“Unfortunately, the Cap’n didn’t authorize me to pick up any strays, less I’d be more than happy to let ya come on aboard. But hell, I can negotiate with these cowpokes and get ya set up on a nice comfy ride into Notice. It’s really no big deal, the crew I’m part of has a name that carries weight ‘round here.”

After she took another sip she rose the glass up, pointing over towards a group of rough-looking ugly, human men who didn’t exactly seem to fit the rest of the people here. Though, one of them was a piggish-looking Mink.

“Those boys there have had a brush in with us before, they’d take ya in no problem. But uh… what was that ya said about your brother? He is a sailor? Got many siblings out in the world? I don’t have any, only child ma’self.” She didn’t sound proud, she just seemed at ease with the reality of her own situation.

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by Guest
on Mon Jul 25, 2022 6:38 pm
 
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Topic: [Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

She stretched her arms over her head, yawning strongly as she wore a big grin, turning her body to the side so she could get a better look at the Mink woman.

“That is absolutely fascinating, darlin’! I ain’t ever been to Zou before, nor have I ever been to the New World myself.”

Erudite didn’t have anything keeping her engaged in this conversation beyond the fact that she was wholly enthralled with the conversation. She was also amused that this Aya flat-out called the people here lesser mink.

It was a situation that she hadn’t truly thought of before. But did they really consider these humans to be of the same race? Not exactly the same thing in her mind, but it wasn’t a big deal.

“A painter huh? How long ‘ave you been doin’ it? I don’t reckon I’ve ever heard of a paintin’ Mink before. Do you ‘ave your work with you now?”

She was curious about what she had made and wanted to see what it looked like. Granted, she wasn’t exactly too worried about if the art was good or bad. But she wondered if this woman used her own fur in her brushes, or if it was rude to assume such a thing in the first place.

“I don’t ‘ave any skills when it comes to art personally, I am good at sailin’ and I can crack a whip in a fancy manner, but that’s about it really.” She rubbed her chin for a moment as the man she sent away approached.

“Finally, took y’all forever to fetch some drink? Ya gotta me fuckin’ with me. Hurry up now.”

He handed her one of the cups that he brought, and she took it and handed it over to Aya waiting for her to take it before she grabbed the second cup.

Holding it outwards as the man rose up a medium-sized tokkuri, tiling it and pouring out the warm sake into each of the cups before nodding his head and taking a few steps back. She’d then move the cup towards Ayas in an attempt to toast them before moving it back to her lips and drinking down the expensive liquid.

“Ah, now that’s some sweet fire!” She licked her lips happily before peering over toward Aya.

“Wait so you’re a traveling artist, where is your ship at? How are you peddling your goods?” She wondered if she just took her art and sold it off to any random merchant that she came across or not.

It was important that she knew who she was dealing with. Merchants were often untrustworthy, a lot more than she thought Pirates were. At least with Pirates, there was an expectation of betrayal. Everyone was on the same page from the start.

“I mean if you’re willing to talk about it that is.” She didn’t want to pry too much into this woman’s personal information.

But she wasn’t in the business of just randomly talking to people either. Information was power and she wanted to know as much about this woman as possible. She wasn’t the kind of woman that could hide an ulterior motive, no matter the circumstance. So she didn’t even pretend to act like she was just getting to know this woman for the shits and giggles.

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by Guest
on Mon Jul 18, 2022 10:30 pm
 
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Topic: [Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys








OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

Erudite plopped down next to the Mink, sitting on a crate that was nearby, and she crossed one of her legs over the other. “Darn tootin! I am in fact heading out to sea shortly. Just stocking up on a few supplies beforehand. Sucks that you’re having trouble getting out of here though, darlin’. I reckon this ain’t the place for dames like us to get stranded. Too many shifty-eyed rascals runnin’ roun’.”

She chuckled a bit as she patted the whip that was on her waist, which was triple braided and looked like it was stained with a red substance.

“Whelp darlin’...” She yawned loudly, stretching her hands over her head, gripping her right elbow as she did. “...we gots time before we can even talk ta’ the boys runnin’ things roun’ here. I reckon we might as well get ta’ know one another.”

Erudite looked over at one of her men and then rotated her finger in the air, making a little twirl motion. The well-dressed man understood what she was asking him to do and he turned on his heels and quickly ran off. The remaining man stood there saying nothing, his shades covering his face, his hands firmly gripped on his rifle.

She turned her attention back towards the fluffy woman, who was extremely adorable. She didn't know why a Mink was all the way out here. But she definitely found it to be amusing.

"Bless yer heart, all the way out here. I came from down under myself, Fishman Island. Long ago, got mixed up with some rough varmints. Men…" She rolled her eyes before looking at the people surrounding them.

She looked back to see if her underlying had returned yet but they still hadn't. With an eye roll she focused back in Aya. She continued speaking, telling a bit about herself to ease whatever tension might be there.

"Was on my own fer a long while, had a lot of folks take advantage of my hospitality. But things are looking up fer me now… making good money. Good friends. And doing work that I'm good at. What more can a gal ask fer?" She clapped her hands together.

She was a loud woman never the less. But none of these men showcased any will to deal with her. They saw the flag on her ship… and in the North… the Primetime Pirates were no joke.

"What's your story? She gleamed.

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by Guest
on Thu Jul 07, 2022 5:17 am
 
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[Episode] Jailhouse Jamboree

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With the Boss and the rest of his fellow employees spread out all over the island doing whatever it took to secure the bag, Ricky “Bag O’ Bricks” Roulette was tasked with distracting the Marine presences so that the whereabouts of the Primetime Service & Delivery agents were not focused on by the World Government. He didn’t need his fellow agents to be bothered by local authorities, no matter the situation.

That was why the sharply dressed man found himself smoking on his cigar as he walked up the road towards the ominous Marine Base ahead of him.

He wore an all cream tan-like colored outfit, with a panama hat that suited his face fine. Underneath the jacket that draped off his shoulders was a blood red dress shirt that had little palm trees all over it. His face was affixed with black shades and he wore the same kind of shoes that a professional bowler would. Pulling off the whole Columbian drug lord vibe with his outfit of choice rather well.

But he was a lord of nothing.

Was he strong enough to deal with the forces on this island on his own? No, but he was just here to cause a distraction. A bit of a riot was all he needed to make sure that things statistically went their way.

But posing as a bounty hunter was not going to be an easy task. Especially since he lacked a reputation. But that was his in.

He lacked a reputation.

This meant that he had a unique circumstance that others didn’t. He found himself capable of posing as just about anyone he wanted in this world. The goal, of course, was simple. He was to gain a bounty alongside his crewmates. So that they could impress their clients by not being some… no name scrubs. This all had to be accomplished quickly and before Captain Brood officially put in for becoming a member of the elusive Shichibukai.

No. Not captain. He was something more now, something far less… aggressive. He was the Chairperson and this… this was business. Which was the exact reason that Ricky didn’t allow his own gambling habits to get into the way of the bottom line.

He knew that the boss was cruel, but to put him in charge of the most tempting part of the business? That was cruel and unusual punishment if he had ever seen it.

Making his way through the streets, however, he’d find himself stopped when passing by a rather large individual who stood out way more than anyone else on his crew. This man even towered over the Captain. He wondered what a half-giant was doing here.

Making his way over towards the large-scale stranger, Ricky tugged on the man’s kimono, speaking aloud with a chipper, curious tone.

“Now what is a man of your stature doing in a place like this?” He was very straight-forward in his approach.

“You aware there are pirates running around on the island, no?” He had what appeared to be a thick Italian-like accent.



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by Guest
on Fri Jul 01, 2022 10:46 am
 
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[Episode] Hitch Hiking Honeys

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OOC: Erudite has a strong rural Louisianan accent.

Erudite tossed the small satchel of coins upwards and caught it without effort, looking around the busy smuggling port with a smirk on her face that indicated she was having a good time. She liked Rubeck, despite how low in activity it happened to be for a smuggler’s port, but something about negotiating with her fellow pirates got her blood boiling. It really made her feel like she was with the shits. Especially in regards to playing the game of coins.

Her white new boots were goofin and she wore tiny, tight, blue jean shorts that hugged her seafoam green thighs snugly. Her jet black jacket hung off her shoulders and her top was actually a vest that was also black in color. With her white tie matched her cowgirl boots effectively. On her head sat her cowgirl hat, the same color as the boots. She wasn’t trying to look fancy, she just wore this outfit often. Came with being part of a crew that belonged to someone famous and determined on the world stage.

Still, the day was long and she had other business to attend to. So after lacing her boots up and strapping that satchel to her waist. She began her sultry walk through the small cove, moving past crates and shipments being moved around frantically. Ignoring the barking of sellers and the arguing of those trying to buy those products in kind.

Her attention was selfishly focused on her one and only quarry, getting supplies loaded onto the vessel that she had bought specifically for this trip. Some of the members of the Primetime Pirates (As they had yet to become P.T.S.D. at this point.) found themselves doing their job. Others were buying their own shit. But these were all just grunts.

They didn’t fucking matter.

But what did matter was a sight that befell Erudite not too far away from here. It was someone that looked like a mink or a zoan user, but either way Erudite could tell that this person was female. It seemed as though they were waiting next to a line of people trying to buy passage off the island. But she wasn’t sure what the woman was doing here or why. She only approached her because of the solidarity that she felt with there finally being another woman here. It wasn’t safe after all. Pretty women were a hot commodity on the slave market, regardless of their vocation.

“Well hey there now, sistah. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Erudite Graves, charmed I’m sure.” She began, wearing a big smile on her face and taking off her cowboy hat as she dipped forward. “I do declare, what is such a lovely creature such as yourself doing here in this boys club? Waiting for a friend?”

She didn’t want to alarm her, but she was doing what she could to remain friendly. Even despite the fact that she was technically the worst kind of person. She placed her hat back on her head, flashing a grin at the mysterious, yet fashionable, mink.

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by Guest
on Fri Jul 01, 2022 7:28 am
 
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay








OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

Good… compliance. Obedience. So long as she chose to capitulate to his authority then she would get along with him swimmingly. Brood was not the kind of man who gave any sort of leeway to the chaff and he most certainly was not going to listen to the whims of chattel. And it appeared that this chattel was rolling her eyes at him.

“We just need to go over the details a bit more, and then we can construct a solid plan of att-.”

Academia didn't even get to finish his statement due to the sheer viseral force that was displayed when Brood slammed his palm down flat on the tabletop.

“Do not ever roll your fucking eyes at me.” Brood spoke with an aggressive tone of voice as he rose up form his seat.

The table was gone, of course, completely obliterated from the sheer strength that he produced from the gesture. Brood was a monstrous figure and he wasn’t the kind of man that tolerated any form of disrespect.

But he moved to his side, reaching out with his right hand to take her hand as he tugged her small figure close. Turning, he’d head to the exit of the building. Eyes focused straight ahead.

“Hmph, guess we are doing this right off the cuff yet again. Hopefully we can stop to plan for once...” Academia spoke in a hushed tone, making sure that he wasn’t loud enough to be caught by the Chairperson.

Out the door they went and Brood was quick to speak yet again.

“Go invisible so no one can see your adorably ugly mug.” He was both complimenting her and chastising her because she had annoyed him.

This caused Academia to snicker as he continued to read that novel of his. Flipping through the pages and walking without watching where he was going. That was the way that he operated, he rarely if ever put those damn books away and the fact he had so many of them was why there was a whole ass library on the Dead Air.

Now, however, Brood exercised full caution, perhaps this was the time to try out her ability.

“Use it on me as well.” This way it would only look as though one person was walking down the street.

There was no way she’d not comply with his request and if and when she did so he’d fade away as well. His presence became ethereal and imperceptible.

That was why it didn’t take long for the trio to make their way just outside of the government facility. And Brood, now across the street of the building, hoisted the young woman up so that she was placed on the back of his neck, where he held her legs on either side of his shoulders.

Now peering over towards the location, Academia closed his book and leaned up against the wall. “Well thief, we usually go in guns blazing. How would you ‘case’ the joint and how would you go about infiltrating it?”

They truly were flying off the seats of their pants and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. But it was nice to have an expert in these more subtle forms of getting things done. Surely this would prove to be a boon for their entire organization.

Or so Academia hoped.

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[Episode] Burning the Spiders Web







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Erudite sassily switched hips, popping the left one out as her hand came to rest upon it. Her eyes fixated on the man before her and she could tell he was young. But he didn’t seem all that inexperienced in the world. It was dangerous out here if you didn’t know who to talk to or even understand basic navigation techniques. Still, she had a soft spot for wayward souls and this boy was as wayward as they come.

”Alright, suge. You needn’t worry. The south is that way. Follow me.” She gave a rather cute chuckle as she raised her hand to the left, pointing with assured confidence.

She was a fishwoman so who would know better than her.

She let her hands fall behind her back, with her right palm clasped firmly against her left wrist. “What exactly do you want out of life, sugah?” Her head was slightly tilted as she began to head in the direction of the grill.

She needed to know what kind of man she was dealing with. Understanding the ambitions of those around you was an invaluable tool that made navigating interactions with them easier in the long run. The kind of people that would work well with her family was not universal. Her captain took recruitment issues very personally and if she brought someone unworthy onto the crew she’d never hear the end of it. She just had to suss out how helpful he would end up being over-all.

That being said she wasn’t even sure she knew the answer to her own question. The only reason that she took to the seas was due to an intense sense of wanderlust that overwhelmed her. Perhaps her time back on her home island had shaped her to be the kind of person that wanted to see the world. But she didn’t know. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world to learn about. But she did have ambitions.

Chief among them was to see all this world had to offer.

Brood promised her that and so far that had been the case. Though she was starting to get a little bored of the way things were being handled here. All she had to do was suck it up, however and then she’d be blessed with that sense of adventure again. But the method in which that would take form would be something she hadn’t anticipated or expected.

Still, even now she was fine with just walking with the man and eventually the pair made their way to that grill. Where they’d get inside and get a table and the food was ordered. She bought the roasted hog platter, cause she just loved her meats. She was curious about so much when it came to this stranger. Perhaps she’d relate to him.

”Hmm… I wonder… What do you believe in, kid? Do you like the World Government?” It was a straight to the point question, a follow up to the previously posed.

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on Fri Jul 01, 2022 4:14 am
 
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[Saga] [Notice Conquest][Part 2] Eviction Notice: Invisible Interplay








OOC: (-eh is a cough; -ee is a weeze)

As Aya took a seat one of the waitresses that worked at this lodging came and placed a plate of food out in front of her, and the two Primetime pirates. On the plate itself there was red snapper, broccoli and a nice lemon wedge. It was fresh and also charred nicely and evenly on both sides.

The waitress walked away faster than she had approached, as though she knew she shouldn’t have been here.

Academia spoke up promptly, since he knew that Brood wasn’t going to want to say anything on the matter.

”With all due respect... Please understand that you are asked to be here because you have a skillset that our Boss finds usable. If not for that, you’d not be alive long enough to even be at this table.”  He didn’t bother to look up at her, flipping through his book and reading intently.

Brood for his part continued to stare at her, eyes fixated on her form to the point in which it was clear that he was thinking about killing her. Or at least that was the vibe that he gave off. The intensity of his anger was a fabrication however. It was just how he looked. He wasn’t mad at her at all. Rather he was fascinated by her powers and enthralled by her demeanor. She seemed to be someone that wasn’t maliciously out to hurt him and his family. Perhaps he was too harsh with her. But that didn’t matter truly, because she was a filthy fucking mink.

”You are going on and on about a painting, but I have no idea what you might be referring to. If it was that canvas on the back of your rucksack, it holds no monetary value to us. Your name has no weight in this world.”  He made that clear to her in a matter of fact tone of voice.

Brood tilted his head as he coughed a few times. His eyes seemingly grew more intense as the amount of veins intensified sharply. She really did know a lot about art, which was impressive.

”We need your help in order to secure entry into one of the government facilities here, where we will be taking documents related to a member of the city council.”  Academia began to explain the plan, but it was shortly interrupted.

”Eat eh-the food, thank you-ee…” Brood narrowed his eyes at her as though to show concern for her well-being.

He had plans to add her to the crew, which meant she would be part of his family. So it was nice to start treating her a tad bit better even though she had that disability of being a mink. He still blamed them for the death of his daughter-like figure, even though they saved his life. Those old grudges didn’t die hard. Especially after he fought that damn Rhinoceros Mink who tried to capture him.

When Academia figured that Brood had finished his statement, he continued on.

”Your power not only makes yourself invisible, but objects you touch. So you will aid us in breaking into the facility to retrieve the documents. I am sure you’d find such a course of action agreeable. Time is of the essence and it is in no way on our side.”  He finally looked up from his book, scowling over towards the Red Panda mink with disdain.

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