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STATUS: If you haven't figured it out by now, your choices don't matter. 8 yrs ago
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If you haven't figured it out by now, your choices don't matter.
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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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"Deadly," Siobhan replied, her smile matching the light of dying star. "It's fate that we met here the way we did."
By this point, the populace of the town had began approaching them. Several dozen people were now crowding the beach to get a look at the individuals who had defeated Bluewell and his pirates. Some could be heard muttering the name of Grauwulf, while none seemed to recognize Siobhan...which was understandable, given that she hadn't been in West Blue since she was seven.
Gently pushing aside the throng of citizens, an elderly man with greying hair in the shape of an ice-cream swirl quickly bowed to them in greetings. "Mr. Grauwulf, young sir and madam...our town is in your debt for defeating those vile brigands. In the name of the people of Coverie, I, Mayor Softscoop, would like to offer you our sincerest gratitude. Please, if there is anything we might do for you..."
"Food!" Siobhan excitedly jabbed her hand into the sky. "Lots of it. Havin' a break from fish will do me well, like."
And so, with their small ship loaded with every non-perishable the town could fit onto it, the unnamed crew of three departed from the island, sure on their way to yet another adventure...
By this point, the populace of the town had began approaching them. Several dozen people were now crowding the beach to get a look at the individuals who had defeated Bluewell and his pirates. Some could be heard muttering the name of Grauwulf, while none seemed to recognize Siobhan...which was understandable, given that she hadn't been in West Blue since she was seven.
Gently pushing aside the throng of citizens, an elderly man with greying hair in the shape of an ice-cream swirl quickly bowed to them in greetings. "Mr. Grauwulf, young sir and madam...our town is in your debt for defeating those vile brigands. In the name of the people of Coverie, I, Mayor Softscoop, would like to offer you our sincerest gratitude. Please, if there is anything we might do for you..."
"Food!" Siobhan excitedly jabbed her hand into the sky. "Lots of it. Havin' a break from fish will do me well, like."
And so, with their small ship loaded with every non-perishable the town could fit onto it, the unnamed crew of three departed from the island, sure on their way to yet another adventure...
We seem to be getting a good amount of masters here now. Were there any people interested in mine? I would honestly prefer a servant that's morally INcompatible with mine, as it'll make for more interesting roleplay, in my opinion.
On that note, I'm not "OOC" interested in trying to "win" the game, so if that's a big concern for you we might not be good for each other. Cassandra ICly is interested in winning, of course, but that's different.
On that note, I'm not "OOC" interested in trying to "win" the game, so if that's a big concern for you we might not be good for each other. Cassandra ICly is interested in winning, of course, but that's different.
"Oh, ya mean Blackwell?" Siobhan quirked a brow. "I'm goin' to kick his arse before I head back to the Grand Line. Just go ahead and join my crew, and you'll get to see your man soon enough!"
After all, Jones too had a history with that guy, and she couldn't rightly just leave him with a knife at his back. Besides, she hated starting something and not finishing it properly. That wasn't how she was raised to do things.
After all, Jones too had a history with that guy, and she couldn't rightly just leave him with a knife at his back. Besides, she hated starting something and not finishing it properly. That wasn't how she was raised to do things.
Well, things at the ship had been wrapped up nicely by this point. After seeing their Captain go flying, the remaining pirates had completely lost their stomach for battle. Surrendering to the understandably angry townsfolk, they were quickly bound in rope and brought to the town square by the battered citizens.
Siobhan, seeing that things were now under control, finally turned towards the church only to see Eadgar already running in her direction. Offering him a wave, she smirked. "Oh, done already? Just what I'd expect from my swordsman!"
She had knocked Ragnvald in his direction, and since all was quiet there and Eadgar was here, Siobhan assumed everything was taken care of. "All things considered, the people of this town got off pretty easy."
Siobhan, seeing that things were now under control, finally turned towards the church only to see Eadgar already running in her direction. Offering him a wave, she smirked. "Oh, done already? Just what I'd expect from my swordsman!"
She had knocked Ragnvald in his direction, and since all was quiet there and Eadgar was here, Siobhan assumed everything was taken care of. "All things considered, the people of this town got off pretty easy."
"Damn it all, the Blue Lynx is finished!" Ragnvald spat in anger, turning to watch his ship as it slowly slipped from the beach where it had been marooned. Pirate and civilian alike had fled the sinking vessel like rats, swarming past the towering captain as he grasped his head in frustration.
Now what was he supposed to tell Blackwell? He was going to have to have somebody come pick him up now, a humiliation he would never live down. "First the storm and now this? It's like I've been cursed or something--"
A wisp of air cut his sentence short, a chill having been drawn across the right side of his face by some unseen force. Turning his head, he saw one of his men lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. "W-what?! A gunshot? From where?!"
Grauwulf didn't use guns, did he? Not that he knew of, at least. Maybe he had improvised. His men were still lost in a state of confusion at the moment and hadn't even noticed one of their own falling. "Goddamnit, stop panicking about the ship and grab those hostages!!"
At least some listened, but many of those were quickly felled by the same invisible attacker. Drawing his own flintlock pistol, Ragnvald put a bullet in the head of one of the fleeing women from the town. "You see that?! Stop this attack right now or-ARGH!"
A sharp pain in his chest caused him to stumble back, a bleeding wound now marking him...but it felt different than a normal bullet. As he clutched at the wound, he realized there wasn't any projectile lodged inside of him. Raising his head in the direction where he had felt it impact him, he quickly unfurled his infamous "whip-fang", a weapon know as an Urumi. "...There!"
With a flick of his wrist, the pirate captain deflected the oncoming attacks with clean precision. Feeling a light speckling of liquid hit his face, his eyes grew wide. "What the--water?!"
"Water Shot, more exactly," a feminine voice corrected him, a lone figure slowly emerging from the surf. "Water droplets thrown with such force that they're akin to bullets."
This...was most certainly not Grauwulf. He couldn't make out much in the way of details due to the dark of night, but from her voice and shapely silhouette, it was clearly a woman. "Who the hell are you? Why have you attacked me?!"
"I'm Grace D. Siobhan," she answered, "the pirate who's gonna destroy the world!"
He nearly fell over without even being shot this time. Of all the things he could have predicted, none of the past five minutes were within his realm of speculation. His ship was gone, a solid number of his crew were dead...and now this woman. "What, are you some kind of mermaid from hell come to punish me?!"
"Don't be so conceited, ya gobshite," Siobhan's teeth gleamed beneath the moonlight, "you're just a bump in my road to One Piece!"
She launched herself at him in a burst of speed he seemed unable to follow. While Bluewell attempted to raise his whip in defense, it was ultimately futile. Plunging her fist into the side of his face, his head twisted to one side and his body went spiraling deep into the town like a rifled bullet, several distant structures being cleaved in two by the oversized pirate.
Exhaling following her attack, Siobhan glanced at her gloved hand with a slight frown. "I might not've put enough effort into that one. That guy's stronger than Redwell was."
He would probably survive, and regain consciousness in a short while.
Now what was he supposed to tell Blackwell? He was going to have to have somebody come pick him up now, a humiliation he would never live down. "First the storm and now this? It's like I've been cursed or something--"
A wisp of air cut his sentence short, a chill having been drawn across the right side of his face by some unseen force. Turning his head, he saw one of his men lying on the ground in a small pool of blood. "W-what?! A gunshot? From where?!"
Grauwulf didn't use guns, did he? Not that he knew of, at least. Maybe he had improvised. His men were still lost in a state of confusion at the moment and hadn't even noticed one of their own falling. "Goddamnit, stop panicking about the ship and grab those hostages!!"
At least some listened, but many of those were quickly felled by the same invisible attacker. Drawing his own flintlock pistol, Ragnvald put a bullet in the head of one of the fleeing women from the town. "You see that?! Stop this attack right now or-ARGH!"
A sharp pain in his chest caused him to stumble back, a bleeding wound now marking him...but it felt different than a normal bullet. As he clutched at the wound, he realized there wasn't any projectile lodged inside of him. Raising his head in the direction where he had felt it impact him, he quickly unfurled his infamous "whip-fang", a weapon know as an Urumi. "...There!"
With a flick of his wrist, the pirate captain deflected the oncoming attacks with clean precision. Feeling a light speckling of liquid hit his face, his eyes grew wide. "What the--water?!"
"Water Shot, more exactly," a feminine voice corrected him, a lone figure slowly emerging from the surf. "Water droplets thrown with such force that they're akin to bullets."
This...was most certainly not Grauwulf. He couldn't make out much in the way of details due to the dark of night, but from her voice and shapely silhouette, it was clearly a woman. "Who the hell are you? Why have you attacked me?!"
"I'm Grace D. Siobhan," she answered, "the pirate who's gonna destroy the world!"
He nearly fell over without even being shot this time. Of all the things he could have predicted, none of the past five minutes were within his realm of speculation. His ship was gone, a solid number of his crew were dead...and now this woman. "What, are you some kind of mermaid from hell come to punish me?!"
"Don't be so conceited, ya gobshite," Siobhan's teeth gleamed beneath the moonlight, "you're just a bump in my road to One Piece!"
She launched herself at him in a burst of speed he seemed unable to follow. While Bluewell attempted to raise his whip in defense, it was ultimately futile. Plunging her fist into the side of his face, his head twisted to one side and his body went spiraling deep into the town like a rifled bullet, several distant structures being cleaved in two by the oversized pirate.
Exhaling following her attack, Siobhan glanced at her gloved hand with a slight frown. "I might not've put enough effort into that one. That guy's stronger than Redwell was."
He would probably survive, and regain consciousness in a short while.
It was important that everyone was behind her on this. They couldn't pull this off with a divided crew. They were already ridiculously outnumbered, and for once that actually mattered. Thankfully, both men were able to put aside their pride and agree to follow her on this.
"Good," she replied. "Listen closely, then..."
"It's one O'clock in the morning, Cap'n, and all's well!" The whip-fang pirate reported to Ragnvald, the larger man dipping his head in acknowledgment.
Thankfully, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of Gauwulf since earlier in the day. It seemed his execution of the hostage had struck home. Good, because he didn't want to be here any more than that blasted swordsman wanted him here. Though, there was always the possibility that he would come after them after the set sail, so he was probably going to have to take some of the townsfolk with him as insurance.
With the "assistance" of the town, however, their ship should be seaworthy soon. They might even keep to the admittedly short deadline Blackwell had given them.
They still didn't know who was behind the loss of contact with Redwell. It could have possibly even been a freak storm like the one that hit them. Either way, they needed to investigate, and then complete his task by ensuring that town paid its due to the Marquis.
Smoke poured from his cup of joe, the exhausted Captain drawing a heavy swill. He'd much prefer rum, but he had to stay awake right now, just in case something--
"Captain!"
"Ughh...what? Don't tell me it's Gauwulf?" Ragnvald groaned at the panicked cry of his subordinate, already knowing this was going to be something he didn't want to hear.
The man was sweating profusely. "N-no, Cap'n, the tide around the Blue Lynx is seriously starting to batter the hull! The men are starting to panic and--"
"Gyagh!" Ragnvald yelped when his vessel rocked, his coffee spilling onto his lap. "Goddamnit! What the hell?!"
Quickly pushing past the smaller man, the ten foot tall Captain of the Whip-Fang pirates ascended to the deck above. What he saw caused his face to pale.
It was an actual-fucking-whirlpool off the coast of the island, and it was sending increasingly violently waves into the sides of their hull. At this rate it was going to be dragged out to sea.
"What's with the weather today?! Abandon ship!"
"Good," she replied. "Listen closely, then..."
"It's one O'clock in the morning, Cap'n, and all's well!" The whip-fang pirate reported to Ragnvald, the larger man dipping his head in acknowledgment.
Thankfully, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of Gauwulf since earlier in the day. It seemed his execution of the hostage had struck home. Good, because he didn't want to be here any more than that blasted swordsman wanted him here. Though, there was always the possibility that he would come after them after the set sail, so he was probably going to have to take some of the townsfolk with him as insurance.
With the "assistance" of the town, however, their ship should be seaworthy soon. They might even keep to the admittedly short deadline Blackwell had given them.
They still didn't know who was behind the loss of contact with Redwell. It could have possibly even been a freak storm like the one that hit them. Either way, they needed to investigate, and then complete his task by ensuring that town paid its due to the Marquis.
Smoke poured from his cup of joe, the exhausted Captain drawing a heavy swill. He'd much prefer rum, but he had to stay awake right now, just in case something--
"Captain!"
"Ughh...what? Don't tell me it's Gauwulf?" Ragnvald groaned at the panicked cry of his subordinate, already knowing this was going to be something he didn't want to hear.
The man was sweating profusely. "N-no, Cap'n, the tide around the Blue Lynx is seriously starting to batter the hull! The men are starting to panic and--"
"Gyagh!" Ragnvald yelped when his vessel rocked, his coffee spilling onto his lap. "Goddamnit! What the hell?!"
Quickly pushing past the smaller man, the ten foot tall Captain of the Whip-Fang pirates ascended to the deck above. What he saw caused his face to pale.
It was an actual-fucking-whirlpool off the coast of the island, and it was sending increasingly violently waves into the sides of their hull. At this rate it was going to be dragged out to sea.
"What's with the weather today?! Abandon ship!"
Siobhan had a feeling they were about to get into an argument, and this really wasn't the time for it. If those two really wanted to save these people that bad, then they had to all be on the same page. Pointing firmly in Eadgar's direction, she smiled. "That man's goin' to be my swordsman, we have to have confidence in his abilities. If he says he's fast enough, then he is."
"The only issue," Siobhan noted, "is gettin' them all outside. I have a feeling that even if we did somethin' to draw their attention, only some would come out, while a few others stayed inside to guard the hostages."
She then glanced back towards the shipwrecked vessel. "There's also the challenge of makin' a distraction loud enough to draw the pirates in the church out without alertin' the pirates with Bluewell."
"Also," she hadn't failed to consider what Jones had said,"my Arabesque Brick Fist is kinda indiscriminate, as ya noticed. Usin' it around civilians wouldn't be smart. However, I do have somethin' else..."
Reaching into her coat, she produced a pair of black gloves. Despite the darkness, they could see that they were not quite normal: there was webbing between the fingers. "Havin' human hands as I do, some Fishman Karate techniques are a wee bit difficult for me, particularly underwater ones. So I wear these..."
Slipping the gloves over her hands, her teeth gleamed in the night. Holding her now enclosed palms opposite of one another, a tiny blue sphere formed in between them. "S'not much to see up here on land, but underwater is another story."
"I have a plan that I think will work now, but I'll warn ye," she glanced between them, Siobhan's smile vanishing and her eyes taking on a weathered hardness that Jones had yet to see in the normally upbeat girl, "this plan is simply our best option for minimizin' the number of innocents that die here. In all fairness, some people will still die. That's the reality."
Her voice carried no condescension or arrogance at this, rather, it was one of acceptance. "This isn't a world where you can promise a happy endin' to everyone. In some situations, ya just have to make the best choice ya can, and that's not always clear."
"I, however, believe this plan I have is the best choice," she concluded. "Are ye willin' to live with the consequences of it?"
"The only issue," Siobhan noted, "is gettin' them all outside. I have a feeling that even if we did somethin' to draw their attention, only some would come out, while a few others stayed inside to guard the hostages."
She then glanced back towards the shipwrecked vessel. "There's also the challenge of makin' a distraction loud enough to draw the pirates in the church out without alertin' the pirates with Bluewell."
"Also," she hadn't failed to consider what Jones had said,"my Arabesque Brick Fist is kinda indiscriminate, as ya noticed. Usin' it around civilians wouldn't be smart. However, I do have somethin' else..."
Reaching into her coat, she produced a pair of black gloves. Despite the darkness, they could see that they were not quite normal: there was webbing between the fingers. "Havin' human hands as I do, some Fishman Karate techniques are a wee bit difficult for me, particularly underwater ones. So I wear these..."
Slipping the gloves over her hands, her teeth gleamed in the night. Holding her now enclosed palms opposite of one another, a tiny blue sphere formed in between them. "S'not much to see up here on land, but underwater is another story."
"I have a plan that I think will work now, but I'll warn ye," she glanced between them, Siobhan's smile vanishing and her eyes taking on a weathered hardness that Jones had yet to see in the normally upbeat girl, "this plan is simply our best option for minimizin' the number of innocents that die here. In all fairness, some people will still die. That's the reality."
Her voice carried no condescension or arrogance at this, rather, it was one of acceptance. "This isn't a world where you can promise a happy endin' to everyone. In some situations, ya just have to make the best choice ya can, and that's not always clear."
"I, however, believe this plan I have is the best choice," she concluded. "Are ye willin' to live with the consequences of it?"
Siobhan's eyes briefly cast away the darkness of the night when the swordsman introduced himself as Eadgar Grauwulf. Barely suppressing an urge to leap into the air and squeal in joy, she instead shot him a shining grin. "Feckin' deadly! You're on my list!"
This was perfect. Not only did they get to take out another one of Blackwell's pirate captains, but they would also pick up another comrade! "Alright then, Eadgar, it's settled! We'll rescue the hostages, smash Bluewell, and then you'll join my crew!"
Jones then began outlining his idea. Listening carefully to her doctor's plan, Siobhan cupped her chin in thought. Did any of them really have the stealth skills to pull something like that off? She herself probably didn't, as she was trained to be a martial artist, and only had the barest idea of how to effectively sneak around enemies.
"Hmm, alternatively...we let him repair his ship," Siobhan offered her own plan with a smirk. "Then, when he leaves and is well enough out to sea, I will swim below the ship, damage its rudder and knock a hole in the bottom. Meanwhile, you two will sail up on our trawler and attack!"
This was perfect. Not only did they get to take out another one of Blackwell's pirate captains, but they would also pick up another comrade! "Alright then, Eadgar, it's settled! We'll rescue the hostages, smash Bluewell, and then you'll join my crew!"
Jones then began outlining his idea. Listening carefully to her doctor's plan, Siobhan cupped her chin in thought. Did any of them really have the stealth skills to pull something like that off? She herself probably didn't, as she was trained to be a martial artist, and only had the barest idea of how to effectively sneak around enemies.
"Hmm, alternatively...we let him repair his ship," Siobhan offered her own plan with a smirk. "Then, when he leaves and is well enough out to sea, I will swim below the ship, damage its rudder and knock a hole in the bottom. Meanwhile, you two will sail up on our trawler and attack!"
Siobhan visibly winced when Jones withdrew a pistol, her hands waving for him not to shoot. Thankfully, he lowered it without taking a shot at the stranger. "Oi, keep that thing tucked away for now. We're tryin' to be stealthy, remember? A gunshot would let every pirate here know where we were."
Exhaling for a moment, she turned to the swordsman and extended a hand. "Sorry for the whole gun-pointin' incident there, sham. The name's Grace D. Siobhan, and this here's my doctor, Galen X. Jones."
The situation sounded pretty dire, though. Honestly, she hated scenarios like this, where she couldn't just punch the bad guy in the face. This was going to require a lot of thought.
Exhaling for a moment, she turned to the swordsman and extended a hand. "Sorry for the whole gun-pointin' incident there, sham. The name's Grace D. Siobhan, and this here's my doctor, Galen X. Jones."
The situation sounded pretty dire, though. Honestly, she hated scenarios like this, where she couldn't just punch the bad guy in the face. This was going to require a lot of thought.
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