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Current If you haven't figured it out by now, your choices don't matter.
9 yrs ago
Watching all the pieces...watching all the pieces fall~
9 yrs ago
Yeeeeeeah...so you know how to Beep Beep like a Sheep, I see!
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Narrowing her eyes on the oversized pirate, she once again intercepted his dagger with her teeth, with much the same results. The blade shattered beneath her steel-trap jaws, but as she spat out the shards, she couldn't help but feel a tingle rush through her body. Something was on that dagger...some sort of liquid, and it had managed to swim down her throat when she shattered Redwell's second weapon.

Wincing from the nauseating feeling rushing through her, she nevertheless retained her composure. She needed to end this before whatever that was got the better of her.

Instead of waiting for Redwell's next move, Siobhan charged forward, drawing her fist back. There would be no striking the air this time. Rather, her fist slammed into the other pirate's chest, a vaporous geyser of air erupting from his back. Being lifted clean off his feet by the strike, he was sent flying back into the central mast of the Red Baron at speeds sufficient to completely snap the great wooden pillar in two. "Two-hundred brick fist!"

Watching the towering form of Redwell become a twinkle in the sky as the mast crashed to the deck, Siobhan smirked. "The red paint was tacky anyway."

Quickly turning to check on Jones, she found herself stumbling forward when she took a step towards him. "Uwoah...!"

Raising a hand to her forehead, she felt the world start to spin around her. Whatever was on that dagger had managed to work its way through her system now, and she stumbled over to the rim of the ship, using it for support. "Well, fuck me...it was poisoned after all, like."
"Oh shite, I'm sorry!" Siobhan yelped when she realized she had caught Jones in her attack. She was so used to her comrades instinctively knowing to get back when she did that move that she hadn't even considered that he might have gotten caught up in it. Still, he looked like he had taken it pretty well, all things considered.

While she was busy apologizing, however, Redwell had moved in for the attack. Only turning in time to see his blade rapidly closing in on her, Siobhan knew it was now too late to dodge. So she wouldn't.

A sharp, painful chime resonated through the air, the sound of metal impacting a hard surface. It was immediately followed by a pattering similar to raindrops, with thirty-two nuggets of bone hitting the deck beneath Siobhan's feet. The red blade was now locked firmly in her jaws, held in place by dagger-like teeth. Her lips stretching from ear-to-ear, she watched a spider-web of cracks work their way through the sword before it finally shattered.

Spitting out several shards of metal, she wiped a trail of blood from her lips. It actually hurts like hell to expel a set of teeth like that, but she had little choice. While she hadn't intended to do so, the act of switching to her shark teeth had also caused her fin to emerge.

Glancing back at it with a shrug, she reached up to remove her scarf, exposing a series of gills on her upper shoulders and lower neck.

"W-what is she...?!" one of the still barely conscious crewmen muttered.

"I'm a fishwoman!" She replied with a broad, serrated grin. "Well, half."
Darn, she could have made some beli there. Well, no matter.

Redwell was a pretty big fellow, bigger than Carl for certain. She also got the impression that he was a fair deal stronger than him as well. Given his apparent lack of anything resembling charisma, he would certainly have to be the toughest guy here to maintain control. Furthermore, his crew had encircled her from every side. ...That was actually a pretty good place for them all to be.

"Oh, I will ya," she responded, quickly breaking free of the ropes binding her wrists. She recalled that she was supposed to make it convincing, but it didn't really matter at this point.

The pirates surrounding her responded almost instantly despite her ease of escape, their blades closing in on her and the hammers of their pistols lowering. For her it was like watching someone move (ironically) as if they were underwater. Planting her feet firmly to the deck, Siobhan drove her fist down into the naked air beneath her.

In that moment the ring of pirates were stopped in their tracks. Their bodies then began to bend and contort in ways even a master Yogi could never hope to achieve. Finally, they were all blasted backwards; most falling overboard in the process, with an unlucky few smacking into the central mast with chilling crack. "Arabesque Brick Fist!"
@jynmi88 If you satisfactorily justified it.
@alexfangtalonMy CS is actually done, I'm just waiting on a picture I commissioned on DeviantArt to be finished. >.<

Though, even when I post it, I'll be keeping her backstory under wraps for a while. It'll be revealed as the RP progresses through West Blue.
Siobhan wasn't kidding when she claimed to know how to act the part of a captive. The upbeat cheerful girl that Jones had met at the tavern had--the very moment their act began--vanished. Her confident posture had become lax, her movements sluggish and defeated. Her perpetually exuberant eyes were replaced with a disturbingly authentic look of despair and hopelessness, eyes that expected the worst.

It was like she had transformed into a completely different person in that moment.

For the entire way there, her hollow gaze was fixed to the ground. She never also never once said a word.
Seeming to accept his plan without hesitation, Siobhan nodded. "Ah, for sure! Sounds grand. Just gotta pretend to be a captive, right? I can do that better'n ya might imagine."

Offering him her wrists, she presumed he was going to slap some shackles or some other means of restraint on her to achieve maximum authenticity. "Oh, do ya wanna lay some beli down that he'll try an' make me his woman, like?"

That type tended to be painfully predictable like that.
"OH!" Her face lit up, her raw enthusiasm now threatening to burn a hole in the boat. "You're Galen X. Jones? You're on me list, like!"

Reaching into her coat, she produced a rather unremarkable piece of paper that seemed to have a series of four names written down it. Next withdrawing a pen, she scratched one of them off. "Deadly! One down, three to go!"

Putting away both the paper and pen, she seemed incredibly pleased with this turn of events. "The whole reason I came to this sea was to find ya! Well, you and three others, like."

Among pirates here, the skills of Dr. Jones had become rather famous.
Her beaming grin only seemed to intensify with his confusion, her hands falling to rest upon her hips. "I'm goin' to shatter the foundations of this world that make it the way it is."

"The World Nobles, the government, slavers, even the Emperors! I'll smash em' all to pieces, and bring this world crashin' down! Only then will these seas truly be free!"

Closing her eyes for a moment to draw a heavy breath, she finally appeared to have calmed down somewhat. "That's the sorta Pirate King Grace D. Siobhan is goin' to be!"
"'Course I'm serious!" she replied, glancing out to sea almost expectantly. "That's not somethin' I'd joke about."

No, if there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was people who talked a lot of shit that they couldn't back up. Turning to once again face the doctor when he questioned her, she gave him a blinding grin. "Just what I said!"

Stretching her arms to sky, she threw her head back and shouted; "I'm goin' to find One Piece, and use it to destroy the world!!"
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