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Found ya, bitches.
I’ll have a post up tonight.


"Black Wolf" Coyote





Earlier that day...

It was a beautiful day on the East Blue. The sun was shining, a few gulls darted around overhead, barely a cloud hung in the sky... and a lone dinghy swayed across the waves, heading nowhere in particular. At first glance, the rowboat looked abandoned...

"Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont..."


...Until you got close enough to hear its occupant.

"Denkst du vielleicht g'rad an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied für dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass so was von so was kommt..."


The lyrics themselves didn't make much sense, even translated into common tongue. His family had carried the tune with them through the centuries since their founding, and possibly before, so certain parts of the song flew over one's head. The occupant didn't know why he was singing it in the first place, except for the fact that it was a bouncy, jaunty sort of tune, it put a smile on his face, and his singing voice wasn't half bad. So...

"99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man für Ufos aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General..."


...He would continue.

"'ne Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so wär
Dabei war'n da am Horizo--"


BOOM.


...

Grimm D. Coyote opened his eyes, and sat bolt upright, looking just off of the "stern" of his makeshift transportation at the churning, splashing water, just recently disturbed by what... sounded like...

He frowned, looking down at the blackness pooling at his feet.

"Crow? Am I crazy, or did that sound like--"

BOOM.


Coyote whipped his head around, this time looking across his "bow," at the second splash that had interrupted his leisurely cruise. He sighed.

"...Cannon fire. Oh, boy."

He stood in his rickety little dinghy, with barely a rock of the boat, dusting off imagined particles from the seat of his pants as he scanned the horizon. Sure enough, there it was, some kind of... hm. It wasn't a Marine vessel- that much was clear, even from this distance. Not to mention, they'd never fire on such a tiny civilian craft. And no black sails or Jolly Roger ruled out pirates, out on a joyride. Which just left... bounty hunters. Out on a joyride. Probably.

Pretty stupid bounty hunters, if they're just playing with a cannon this close to a port. At least... I think there's a port nearby...? Hard to say, really, I haven't been paying that much attention to where I'm--

A flash of light from the boat. Coyote blanched as Crow launched itself into the air.

"Oh, sh--"

BOOM!!





"Hah!" The sailor manning the cannon grinned viciously as he saw the dinghy go up in a plume of water and splinters. "Told ya I could hit it! Pay up!"

In lieu of payment, his captain quickly delivered a stinging slap upside the gunner's head. "Fat chance. You said on the first shot. I counted three. That's two fuckups more than you promised, yer not getting jack."

The sailor grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "Psh. I'd like to see you do better."

"There's no more rowboat, you idiot. And I'm not wasting another cannonball on picking off twerps. Those two extra shots are coming out of your cut, by the way."

"WHAT??"

"It's yer own damn fault, ya moron! You're the one who screwed up two piss-easy shots 'cause you wanted to go swatting flies with a cannon. Use your common sense!"

"Not to mention, he interrupted my song."

"Right, right, that too, thank you. Now--"

Gunner and captain froze, as did every present hand on the gun deck, at the sudden, unfamiliar voice. Slowly, ever so slowly, they turned to see a slim young man wearing a mask, standing where there was no one mere seconds ago, with a sharp-edged smile gracing his face.

"Hello," the man said with deceptive calmness, cracking his knuckles. "Forgive the intrusion, but your crew seems to have done me a... disrespect." The smile turned sharper. "I am here to negotiate... restitution."

The captain gulped.




Presently...

Coyote waved jauntily to the crew as they pulled out of the harbor as fast as their sails could pull, working as hard and fast as they could through their myriad of new scratches, gashes, bruises and contusions. The gunner, currently sporting both eyes in a stylish black, yelped and limped belowdecks, as Coyote turned toward the town he now found himself in.

So. My new friends said this was Brown Islands, or some such. Popular with legally-challenged people like myself. I suppose my preparations are somewhat unnecessary, then, he thought, rubbing his short stubble. He'd spent his time on the last island changing his appearance, to resemble his wanted poster as little as possible- short beard, shaved. Shoulder-length hair, now a shorter, more stylish cut. Dark blue glasses, ditched for a mask over his eyes, though he kept those in a pocket of his coat- he had some standards, after all. And they looked cool, anyway. Maybe if he managed to get over into the Grand Line, he'd put the glasses back on. Or maybe he'd keep the mask. It was a toss-up.

Surreptitiously, at his feet, a vague face emerged from his shadow, seemingly wiggling to get his attention. He raised an eyebrow.

"...And what exactly was I supposed to do? Just let them get away with disrespect?" The last syllable was bitten off with a sound like a pistol shot. The shadow wiggled again. Coyote sighed.

"Be that as it may, they needed to be taught a lesson. They can't just shoot random civilians for fun. What if it was someone other than us?"

Wiggle.

"All right, all right, you've made your point. But I stand by my actions. If only because I can't go back and change any of it, so it's a moot point." He looked around the port, tapping his foot. "Now, come on. We need to find a ship, because I am not trying to Schwarzer Reiter over the Red Line again," he said, shuddering at the memory as he walked along the boardwalk, trying to decide on who might be able to fulfill his needs for transportation.
(oops)


Takeda Suzaku

Quirk: Black Wings


Interactions with: @Zelosse @Jojo




Suzaku waited patiently as Haruto-san looked him up and down, making him feel... ever-so-slightly self-conscious. Whether it was because he was mulling over how to respond, or (less likely, but still possible) was feeling shy, the boy was taking his time in talking back. He paused for a few seconds more, then...

"H-hello."

...

...Ah. Based on that stammer, it was shyness. Which... didn't bode well. Breathe, Suzaku. Just breathe. Then all bets were off, as the other boy moved forward, gently tugging on his sleeve, pulling him over somewhere.

"Team up," he muttered in Suzaku's general direction, as though worried about speaking too much. Suzaku felt a touch of color warm his face. Oh, gods. He's adorable. Why did I do this? ...Right, cool Quirk and synergy. Which... might make this even worse... dammit. He looked in the direction he was being towed, and saw the same student that Haruto-san had paired with during the Quirk demonstrations. Which, thankfully, boded slightly better for his present situation. Having another individual to talk to would hopefully tone down the awkwardness he was feeling.

...Hopefully.

The two of them came up to the beetle boy- what was his name? Now he felt bad for not remembering. Haruto-san spoke up.

"Kenji-kun. Teamup like the demonstrations?" The beetle hero-in-training took note of them, lighting up like a Christmas tree at Kaito's offer.

I... I'm sensing a theme here.

Kenji immediately nodded his head as quick as lightning at the offer, his antennae pointed to the sky. "Yes!" he exclaimed, before calming himself down. "I mean, of course. But I don't think I've been introduced to your friend yet. I'm Ito Kenji." he said, offering his free hand to Suzaku.


Suzaku grinned, sharing in Kenji's enthusiasm as he shook his hand. "Takeda Suzaku. An absolute pleasure." He opened his mouth to keep the conversation going, but the introductions would have to wait- Guodo-sensei was ramping up his speech about their mission. Suzaku turned his attention to the teacher, and nodded to himself as the explanation went on, tapping on his left arm as he thought.

Family of three... is this a live exercise? Or are they dummies, like during the entrance exam? This could get interesting, either way. Suzaku turned back to his new compatriots, and cleared his throat to get their attention.

"So... any thoughts? Plans? Consternation, perhaps?

==~==

@Noodles Thank~
The Armada
Sector Date 5115.64
Situation Room A




Serrano sighed as the situation in the briefing room began to disintegrate into... well, it could charitably be called a debate, but could also, more accurately, be referred to as "bickering." He understood why- the mission was a hard sell. It came across as impatient at best, and Meryl wasn't precisely wrong that it had risks involved. Still, there was a chain of command to consider, and Meryl was definitely overstepping said line.

"Enough," growled Serrano, cutting off any further "conversation" before it could get even more out of hand. He breathed deeply for a moment, in order to compose himself. He stared Meryl down as he continued.

"I understand your trepidation. That does not, however, permit you to speak so out of turn, Pilot. Any further outbursts will be grounds for discipline. Are we understood?" He turned back to the group at large. "Make no mistake- I know we're asking a lot of you. We have, since the very start. But we ask it because it needs to be done. Because this is our best hope of endin this constant grind, chewing up our best and brightest and spitting out its bones. We've been on the back foot for too long; this is our chance to finally step forward.

"To alleviate your concerns, the primary objective of the Operation is not just dependent on a single strike. Our greatest strength against the Shard has been maneuverability- for all of their advancement, they act slower, more methodical than we are capable of. Reestablishing the Phase Gate on Sundowner gives us the logistical advantage- with it, we could even more easily pull reinforcement, support, supplies, and anything else we might need from even the Origin itself. It's why you, our best and brightest, are being charged with its defense. And it's why we have our secret weapon along for the ride,"
he finished, inclining his head toward King.

Before he could elaborate, however...

ALERT

PROXIMITY WARNING

SHARD WAVEFORMS DETECTED IN THE IMMEDIATE VICINITY


And then, as if to punctuate this statement, the ship suddenly began to shudder, as something began to batter their exterior.

SUSTAINED ATTACK IN PROGRESS

"Yes, thank you, Vi!" Serrano growled, then turned to the rest of the squadron. "The rest of this meeting will have to wait until later. For now, you heard the alarm: all hands to battle stations, NOW!!"
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