[center][h2][b]Cap'n K. Runch: Tastes Like Victory![/b][/h2][/center]

Runch's eyes lit up when his phylactery did. He observed in amazement, but that sense of wonder lessened somewhat when it appeared that his defeated foe was suffering from some sort of seizure. He had to remind himself that he was taking this man's soul while sparing his life, so the process was likely to be... Painful. When the entire thing was over with, Runch felt a wave of relief. The man may have been an irredeemable murderer, but the cap'n just couldn't shake off that sense of empathy. That's when Oren flew in with his screen-thing again, giving many compliments to Runch. He couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, uncomfortably embarrassed. 

[color=turquoise]"First one? Omnomnom, I'm sure there'll be others that'll jump on it. Took awhile, mostly guess work I admit. A thousand monkeys on a thousand typerwriters and all that, right? Omnomnom!"[/color] That's when Oren dropped the lockbox from his little flying screen. The cap'n stood beneath the box so he could catch it in his arms, then set it down and swiped the lock with his saber, followed up by kicking the lid open. Inside sat what appeared to be a well-worn book. The cover was illustrated by a golden hand with six fingers, and the number '3' boldly emblazoned within the hand's palm. Cocking his head, Runch felt a kneejerk reaction of disappointment but his curiosity slowly welled up. Who knows what could be contained inside this book?! Well apparently Oren knew. So they had cataloged different creatures from the city in this journal, eh? Ok, so that wasn't terribly exciting. 

Runch grabbed the book and opened it up just in time for Oren to comment that the used pages were probably removed. Sadly that was confirmed as the pirate thumbed through a number a blank pages. So he got a blank book to make his own records? He had one of those back on his ship! Just as he opened his mouth to ask for a different prize, the open page changed before his very eyes. Like some sort of wipe effect words cascaded onto the page, and on the opposite page a full illustration. An illustration of himself. [color=turquoise]"Singin' strawberries, what is this?"[/color] It was all there. Captain Bartholomew K. Runch. Pirate captain, swordsman, current host for the bori bori no mi. It went into incredible detail about his powers, not just his skills and the general use of his devil fruit, but even his tactics and a list of the different cereal recipes he had concocted for battle! [color=turquoise]"Well blow my blueberries, this is amazing!"[/color] He turned the page, and once again the blank white changed before his very eyes. Hajji Serhan Güzelemöglu, the Bashibozuk. Turkish human, career assassin. Skilled in stealth, engineering, and various forms of killing. Well, he found all that out the hard way. Still, it was nice to know his opponent's name.

[color=turquoise]"So many strange enemies from so many strange worlds. This is perhaps the greatest resource I could have gotten... OMNOMNOMNOM! I LOVE IT!"[/color] Rolling his shoulders to stretch himself out a bit, Runch then placed the journal inside his coat jacket. So his next opponent was nearby, in a place called Oldtown, eh? Well this pirate captain didn't feel like charging into battle all injured and whatnot, and this great cathedral was as good a place as any to get a little shuteye.

[color=turquoise]"Yes. So now that I won and he's still alive, what's going to happen with... Uh... Excuse me."[/color] He quickly produced the journal once more, flipping to the relevant pages. [color=turquoise]"Hajji Serhan G... Goo... This guy."[/color] He snapped hte spin shut. [color=turquoise]"What's going to happen to him?"[/color]