[color=f26522][b]Old Dread Inn[/b][/color]

The chunk of seastone struck Roarn by the site, pinning him against the windows. ‘Pinned between the window frame’ was a better way to describe, the two halves of his body was conjoined by a thin film of mist, anchored between the misty and human form with no means to transform or detransform. Gasping from the drowning effects of seastone, his left eye widened at the sight of the enemy captain approaching.

Without wasting any breath, Alesia knew what need to be done. It wasn’t like the time she fought Valar, since stepping on this island she was ready to bear the full responsibility of her decisions as a Captain. Her grey eyes were calm and collected as she aimed her pistol at Roarn’s forehead, making it sure she wouldn’t miss.

[color=ed1c24]“This one is for Scruffy.” [/color]Then goes the clicking of the trigger, and the loud gunshot that echoed the Old Dread’s tavern hall.
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[b][color=fff79a]Argin Castle - Noble Quarters[/color][/b]

The marble walls gleamed a mix of yellow and orange from the moonlight and lanterns. Rel’chunk shifted the stack of books to one side, the pile of books shimmered away upon Ezequiel’s arrival.

[color=f7976a]“Ezequiel, back then you couldn’t even Crumple away my Dreams. How was the cinnamon tea my servants prepared?”[/color] As expected, this room was the place where the influence of Rel’chunk’s powers were the strongest.

[color=fff79a]“Cut the chase. The ‘Cutthroat’ isn’t very successful on the job. This time, I’ll dispatch my entire squad to finish off the Scarlet Pirates.”[/color]


[color=f7976a]“Here I thought the upstart will learn his lesson after having his finger sliced off…”[/color] The warlord sipped on his brown tea, the taste was more bitter than usual. Back in the seas he hailed from, Logia fruits number to the dozens, with names of those pirates reaching far and wide. Amongst the three types of Devil Fruits, Logia is truly of the strongest category. The previous encounter with the ‘Cutthroat’ Roarn Evans felt like a hollow victory. Compared to his previous battles before retirement, it felt like an empty match against a boy who has yet to hone a Logia Fruit to any semblance of mastery. [color=f7976a]“Make sure you come back alive this time, I’ve a bad hunch on our true enemy---”[/color]
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[color=a36209][b]Old Dread Inn[/b][/color]

[i]The deed is done.[/i] Alesia turned back, placing the pistol on the bar table. Taking a seat, she looked at the broken window to take a breather for the oncoming battles that are ahead. [i]It won’t be easy…[/i] She kept away her stray thoughts as the doors of the bar swang open. 

A burly man of unkempt red hair, and a lady with a blue ponytail. The scar on his right shoulder, and the lady’s cold brown eyes suggest them to be less than friendly. Their names and face could be seen from the notice board of Bounty posters. ‘Butcher’ Gael, bounty of 77 million; ‘White Scythe’ Mila, bounty of 70 million. 

[color=f7941d]“They managed to kill Roarn, just when we thought we weren't needed for this task.”[/color] Gael glanced at Roarn Evan’s corpse with a smirk, [color=f7941d]“So, shall I?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]“Feel free to go wild, after all, we don’t have a shortage of enemies.”[/color] Mila stared at Roarn’s corpse with no change in her expression.

With a feral laughter, Gael’s long hair elongated into thick brown fur, its fingers changing into long claws, letting out a disrupting howl. Tables and chairs shuffled close to the scene of Gael’s transformation. 

Alesia thought for a moment that it was her late pet ‘Scruffy’, but that creature looked too feral and hostile. A werewolf that nearly towered the ceiling, one of the rare Mythical Zoan. 

[color=ed1c24]“I’m sick and tired of wolves…”[/color] Alesia stood up amidst Gael’s deafening roar. Drawing her cutlass, Alesia sent a gale of [color=ed1c24]‘Thrusting Winds’ [/color]towards the Werewolf.

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[color=fff79a][b]Streets of Argin[/b][/color] @bladess4

After the retired marine and Bakuto parted ways, loud sounds that resembled crumpling leaves are heard. From there stood a tall man with long browned hair. He straightened his white coat, walking in refined steps towards Bakuto. [color=fff79a]“You must be one of those ‘Scarlet Pirates’, name’s Ezequiel, I’m afraid we will be crossing swords from this point.”[/color]

Ezequiel reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small iron blob that resembled a scrap metal piece. [color=fff79a]“Uncrumple.”[/color] With the same rustling sound from before, the iron blob elongated into an oversized iron staff, its tip still soaring towards Bakuto.