I was just going to wait until we finished getting Ann settled in before jump-cutting to the meeting.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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I'll check; maybe I was the one who got things wrong.
@Subject Zero, My bad, it is Max Velocity.
Max Velocity is his name, Velocity Max is his superhero name.
@Liber No no, im sorry for the confusion. The Silver Eyes find out at last minute that marines are coming and decide to test you're worth. not the marines. Sorry. @Eklispe The Silver Eyes aren't on the docks, there on the execution platform.A supposedly big name crew, associated with the former pirate king, announce their presence in Loguetown, the entrance to the Grand Line, an island that has a military base on it, and don't expect Marine intervention?
Tyler didn't know whose voice that was, but they sounded very authoitatve and right now that was good enough for him. He immediately swerved toward the sound of the voice and began running in that direction. It probably saved his life, because right at that moment the bundle of tentacles that were on a coltion course to punch right through his chest found themselves ripping through the trunk of a large tree instead.
He heard the snaping crack behind him, and turned to look right as the tentacles ripped themselves from the trunk and the large old tree began to fall towards him. He ducked out of the path of the falling tree and doubled his efforts as the thing crashed to the ground beside him, a stray branch clipping his head as it went down. He stumbled, fell, rolled forward back to his feet in the same motion, and ran like a drunk the rest of the way with a bleeding gash in his head.
Despite that though, he made it. He made it to the people who sounded like they knew how to handle this. Maybe more wizards. He laughed to himself about this, promised himself that he was never ever coming back to New York, and collapsed on his face at their feet.
<Snipped quote by Gentlemanvaultboy> They're not in or on the street, they're above it. So, you know, plausible loop hole. Besides, one's a robot, the other is unidentifiable for the most part, with both his face and voice being hidden, so trying to catch him will be next to impossible.Well, in the middle of the city was my meaning. If anything the fact that one of them is throwing around enough power to make this arena, and that neither of them can be identified, just makes the whole thing suspitious as hell.
It's not exactly legal to just fight in the street. When you think about it this is the equivilant of two guy partaking in a casual gun fight in the middle of LA, in full view of god and everyone.
"Well..." Drubbins said shutting down everything else from the effort of remembering. "Don't kno' de island, but I was working fer dis pirate Boss, see, before we was attacked by snake blokes like you. So we get in dis huge scrap, yeah, with de snakes, and one of em puts a spear in Da Bosses head. Dat took da fight right outta us, so dey scooped us all up and took us ta meet da new Boss which was dis huge snake bloke wif, like, lotsa arms, an he tells us dat we gonna be diggin' up dese statues from dis old place. So we go dere and we dig fer a long time and we bring up all dese statues and I was real good at it 'cause they was so big, so Da Boss let me put em up in this, like, big circle. And after dat Da Boss brought us all up and started krumpin' us in front of de statues, but I'm real tough so dey 'ad a hard time of it wit me. Got a thick neck, couldn't choke me like de other boys. So Da Boss comes down and decided to krump me personal like, but den someone screams 'Navy!" and everyfing just starts blowin' up and dese human blokes run up da hill and deres another huge scrap and fink I fell off a cliff."
"Woke up on one a dem navy blokes boats, takin' me ta be hanged fer piratin' seeing as how I was now tech-nical-cally de captain." Drubbins finishes. "Never been a captain before. Felt nice." He adds wistfully.
Remy walked along the long avenue of the busy fish market, eager to see what the fishermen had trawled up. He was happy to do this, though it had taken some serious convincing to allow his boss Mr. Gordon to allow it. The man had dragged him out to the docks and thrown him into the water one day and still wouldn't rule out the theory that he had some sort of ability or curse that spoiled food on contact. Remy didn't blame him for it. Hehadn't ruled out the possibility that he was cursed, even if he was sure he didn't get it from eating a fruit. But at least Mr. Gordon seemed satisfied that it only took effect when he tried to cook. Just carrying food back to the restaurant wouldn't do any damage.
They were going to need it, too. For some reason the place was even more packed than usual. Not just the restaurant either, the streets were packed with large, tough looking men. Men of the sea by any measure of the word. Was there something going on today? He wondered if one of these sailors would finally take him to the Grand Line, but then he was distracted by the sight of-
"A Blue-Finned Elephant Tuna!" He said excitedly, running up to where two large fishermen where carrying the exotic fish off a boat to marvel at it.
"Hey there Remy." The Captain, a gruff looking weatherbeaten man said as he hopped off the ship and set to follow his sons. "Beauty, isn't she? Last time one of them showed up 'round these parts was 10 years ago."
"Do you need any help carrying it?" said Remy, following along after the man.
"You're still working, boy! Gordon'll give me hell if I send his favorite waiter back smelling like seafood." He replied, as the tuna was already drawing a crowed of onlookers. Remy looked around nervously, and felt the reassuring weight of the money in his pocket.
"What if I buy it from you?" He asked quickly.
The fishermen turned and looked at him, saw the eagerness in his eyes, and gained the far away look of a man who must tell his paraplegic daughter that her dreams of becoming a ballerina are just never coming true. He puts one large, fatherly hand on Remy's shoulder and looks deep into his eyes. "Now son, you're a good boy."
"Yes sir."
"You're always coming down here, you've made yourself helpful."
"Yes sir."
"I like to think we know each other pretty well."
"Yes, sir." Remy said, already seeing where this was going.
"So I see that look in your eye, and I know what it means."
"Yes sir."
The man signed deeply, before continuing. "I would kill you before I let you desecrate any part of this fish with your strange voodoo."
There's a long moment of silence while Remy reflects upon these words. He looks down at the ground for a bit, before glaceing back up and says, defeated, "Well thank you for your honesty."
The man gives him a few sympathetic pats on the shoulder. "Now get to your shopping son, before you piss off Gordon." And with that he turns around and the procession begins again, the ever expanding crowed around the tuna drifting away like a dingy on the open sea.
Remy sighs, shrugs his shoulders, and sets off amongst the market stalls.
The Owlman gave a sweeping bow, at her assent. She was still wary, but that was perfectly understandable. He was, after all, a big strange owl person in a big strange city asking to take her to a strange place. He wished he had had the time to make er a little more comfortable, but the boss was calling so he really didn't.
He slipped the Squawk Box into his pants pocket, grabbed what remained of the bread, and threw it with a splash into the pond where it was swarmed by ducks. With a sashaying walk he lead Casper on to the building in which he worked and lived: International Heroes L.A. Headquarters.
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It was lucky that this small park was withing walking distance of the big, impressive building. He remembered the first time he had ever seen it, when he had been coaxed back into the world. The first time he had seen his room his jaw had nearly broken from how fast it had hit the floor. It compared significantly better to his old room before he'd become...what he was. It had a private garden, for gods sake! It's luxury compared to the crudely built hovels he had spent years living in and out of did not even bare mention, and yet...
He'd come to think of it as the X-Men problem. Sure, mutants were feared and persecuted and you were supposed to sympathize with the X-Men but at the same time they were all supermodels that lived in a luxurious mansion. Even guys like Beast, who were supposed to be monstrous, were still ruggedly handsome in there own way. All the ugly mutants, the really ugly ones, were either with the Brotherhood or lived in the sewers as Morlocks. Villains or side-characters. When he had first shown up he had taken a good look around and had gotten that same feeling as when he'd really started thinking about the X-Men. Even here, in the heart of an organization that should accept him implicitly, he still didn't feel as one with the human race.
It wasn't the only reason he'd started reaching out to others like him, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a big part of it.
Speaking of supermodels, as he pushed open the doors there was one now working the reception desk. He was seeply tanned, with a mob of blond hair that just seemed to naturally fall in such a way that was incredibly stylish. He had three earring running up one ear, all shiny metal in the shape of diamond, and he quirked a single golden eyebrow above one of his deep blue eyes upon seeing The Owlmans companion.
The Owlman wasn't jealous. He didn't wonder in a silent rage why half the metas you met had to be so hot. He definably didn't want to creep into the guys room and carefully shave off all his hair while he slept. These were thoughts that did not go through his giant freakish feathery head.
He shook his head and set down the magazine he'd been reading. "Owlman, baby. Pick up another stray? You know, this is the second one we've had this morning. She meta?"
The Owlman shrugged as he approached, and the guy signed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course you didn't ask. Heeey." He said, adopting a calmer demeanor as he runs his eyes over the state of Caspers face and clothing. "Welcome to superhero HQ. We help people. You doing okay honey? Is there anyone you want us to call?"
@Pirouette
He slipped the Squawk Box into his pants pocket, grabbed what remained of the bread, and threw it with a splash into the pond where it was swarmed by ducks. With a sashaying walk he lead Casper on to the building in which he worked and lived: International Heroes L.A. Headquarters.
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It was lucky that this small park was withing walking distance of the big, impressive building. He remembered the first time he had ever seen it, when he had been coaxed back into the world. The first time he had seen his room his jaw had nearly broken from how fast it had hit the floor. It compared significantly better to his old room before he'd become...what he was. It had a private garden, for gods sake! It's luxury compared to the crudely built hovels he had spent years living in and out of did not even bare mention, and yet...
He'd come to think of it as the X-Men problem. Sure, mutants were feared and persecuted and you were supposed to sympathize with the X-Men but at the same time they were all supermodels that lived in a luxurious mansion. Even guys like Beast, who were supposed to be monstrous, were still ruggedly handsome in there own way. All the ugly mutants, the really ugly ones, were either with the Brotherhood or lived in the sewers as Morlocks. Villains or side-characters. When he had first shown up he had taken a good look around and had gotten that same feeling as when he'd really started thinking about the X-Men. Even here, in the heart of an organization that should accept him implicitly, he still didn't feel as one with the human race.
It wasn't the only reason he'd started reaching out to others like him, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't a big part of it.
Speaking of supermodels, as he pushed open the doors there was one now working the reception desk. He was seeply tanned, with a mob of blond hair that just seemed to naturally fall in such a way that was incredibly stylish. He had three earring running up one ear, all shiny metal in the shape of diamond, and he quirked a single golden eyebrow above one of his deep blue eyes upon seeing The Owlmans companion.
The Owlman wasn't jealous. He didn't wonder in a silent rage why half the metas you met had to be so hot. He definably didn't want to creep into the guys room and carefully shave off all his hair while he slept. These were thoughts that did not go through his giant freakish feathery head.
He shook his head and set down the magazine he'd been reading. "Owlman, baby. Pick up another stray? You know, this is the second one we've had this morning. She meta?"
The Owlman shrugged as he approached, and the guy signed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course you didn't ask. Heeey." He said, adopting a calmer demeanor as he runs his eyes over the state of Caspers face and clothing. "Welcome to superhero HQ. We help people. You doing okay honey? Is there anyone you want us to call?"
@Pirouette
Oh, that's fine then. I just never plan out my actions further than the next one in case the other person pulls something new out, so I was confused.
It is a little confusing though, chronologically speaking, because if one part in the post fails the rest of the post doesn't happen.
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