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Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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2 yrs ago
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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2 yrs ago
Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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2 yrs ago
The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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@Hillan we established that on skype, but thanks.

You bring me a step closer to banging Keemstar.


Dream about to come true.

And you'll make my dream of banging a school-shooter look-alike come true. It's a double win.

I'm sure you're wondering how to stop the scythe? use Anaru like a projectile, he's so rock solid the scythe won't do anything, problem solved. (Don't actually though, I really would prefer Anaru to live.)


Thought did cross my mind. But Johnny couldn't make it from the ship to Anaru in time. And even if he could, he wouldn't have time to shout "RAAAWWWWK SOLIIIDDD" At the top of his lungs.
"I can't accept this..." the girl spoke as she put the money in her purse and Chester stiffed a laugh. "And yet, there you go, doing it anyway. Sure you're not a pirate after all?" He joked and the girl blushed a little as they walked into the inn. Chester got the wine - much to his dismay, it was grape-vine, not some kind of exotic Melon Berry Wine.

"Bleh.." Chester said, chugging the entire glass of wine in one go. "Worse than lighter fluid.." he siad with a rough chuckle. The barmaid came by and Chester nipped her in the skirt. "Hey, excuse me. Do you have something that's a little tastier than wine" He asked, exagurating his disgust for the liquid, before filling his glass back up again. The barmaid nodded. "We have Mead from Ironmill." She mentioned and the Pirate choked on his drink. "Dear god no! I just barely got away fro that foul drink alive!" He burst out, before sitting back down.

"Uh, I'll take a glass of Melonberryade, please." He spoke, and Lina was giggling on the other side of the table, before asking him about his life as a pirate, and why he chose it. Chester shrugged. "Helps me hide my Grandline-banked Billions of Bellis." He said with a blank face, like it was a matter of fact. Lina's jaw dropped. "Y-You're joking!" she burst out, leaning back on her chair. Chester finished his glass off, and was about to refill it with wine, before he figured 'screw it' and got the bottle instead, the barmaiden came with his melonberryade, Chester raised his finger at her, while chugging the bottle and tapped on the bottle and motioned 'two' with his fingers.

"Lino wasn't kidding when she said you could dri-"
Lina tried to talk, but Chester silenced her with a finger, as he finished the bottle, puttig it down on the table with a satisfied sigh. "Yeah, I am joking." The pirate said with a chuckle. "I actually got into a bit of trouble at a young age, had to run away from my home. Piracy was the only way to survive, I took to a ship, got kicked out, took to another, got kicked out, and so forth over the years. But I took a liking to the life on the sea, and the sea took a liking to me. That's probably why I survived almost drowning." Chester explained.

He finished his drink of Melonberryade, and awaited the new bottles of wine, patiently. Lina nodded. "Uh-huh, I see." she said, as the doro swung open and six guys wearing blue hats and jackets walked in, armed like the guys in the shop. Chester looked at her. "More of the Azure guys?" He asked.



white people hair = devil


10/10 would bang.

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@Renny and @Ira actually. But a prison arc would be cool, get all crews involved for some...reason. Need something to anyway besides escape form a ship within a few hours.


I mean, I suppose them escaping under a day would probably just piss Freya, Anaru, Johnny and Zepp off.

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Wow, thats pretty good actually, its gonna take some time though, I'm not to sure how fare away Loguetown is Comani or whatever its called. Meet in the middle I guess. Still gonna grow out his hair tho.


I mean, it was gonna happen in like, a few IC hours, in my vision of it all.

But whatever you and @Ira thinks works best, is fine! If you wanna do a whole prison arc thing, that would be cool. Never seen that in a One Piece RP!

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@Hillan

Yep! But copyright, I eat those.

Quick question, if Sunny Massacre does end up in prison, how do we plan on escaping? Dont think another prison riot is gonna work, neither is Xerxes gonna cut of his legs.


Actually, I had a plan for that.

You know how the Golden Fleece just stole a Marine Vessel? Odds are, they're gonna want that one back.

And what happens when a wee-lil prison transport crosses paths with a stolen war ship?

Second half of Titanic, all over again.

Clone-Clone's a better descriptor for it anyway.


Multi Multi, to avoid getting copyrighted by Naruto Ninja Man.

I am completely without inspiration to post as Mike, so I'm dropping out.

Sorry, guys.

T H E M A R I N E S

99TH DIVISION


Johnny


Interacting with:
@Pacifista
@RyoRyoRyoken
@Ira


John had changed back into his regularly clothes, he had left the jacket, and put his hat back on, even grabbed his pistols again. He was now Johnny again, his posture back to the goofy spaghetti-western posture he had before. He watched as the Squad of Marines escorted the captured Xerxes towards a transport ship, it was heavily guarded, no one would be able to get onto that ship, so he wouldn't have to worry. Now, he instead had to go help his friends, check on Monkeyman, Zeep and Freya.

He materialized in smoke, landing next to Anaru, whom was now knocked out cold. "Phew! That was scary! He exclaimed, stretching. Getting just about disintegrated and having to regather yourself from dust? Not a fun time! Johnny said, grinning. He looked at Anary, kicking him in the arm "You dead?" He asked, and a soft grumble escaped from the Primate-Marine. He took that as a no, and went along. He looked over at their ship - more like, what remained of it.

"..The fuck happened, Captain?" Jonny asked Freya, whom seemed more than a little exhausted. Or should I call you 'Dragon Slayer Sir Freya' Now? He joked, looking at the knocked out Ancient Zoan laying on their deck. Two of the marines were scurrying back onto their feet. Johnny nodded at them. You should probably like, cuff him, before he wakes up. That would be pretty bad for u- well, you guys, at least. The Ensign laughed, as he looked at Freya. You okay, boss? He asked, this time genuinely a bit concerned for his Captain.

However, his concern ended once he heard a brief wizzing to the side of him, the sound got louder, prompting him to turn around, getting a bit surprised at the scythe - now 50 meters big - coming towards them, and it was only growing in size. Johnny looked at Freya, then back at the Scythe, then he grunted something along the lines of "Fuck it", turning into smoke, he darted towards one of the cannonballs that laid on the deck, using his Rocket Boost ability, he gained altitude, able to match that of the Scythes, "SMOKE SMOKE NICOTINE ROCKET CANNON FIRE" He shouted, as his elbow was replaced by the same type of afterburn that covered his legs, enhancing his speed with his throw, improving his strength. The cannonball hit the handle of the scythe, altering it's course. But it wouldn't be enough to make it stay out of the way of the ship. He needed help, but a certain black-shade moving on the scythe, in the corner of Johnny's eyes gave him all the certainty he'd need, as he fell down towards the ship, grabbing onto a rope as he fell, holding onto it he caused friction burns on his hands as he slid down next to Freya, rolling on the floor, blowing on his hands.

"OW OW OW" The Ensign shouted.

G O L D E N F L E E C E P I R A T E S


Sancho F. Graham
Kingslayer


Loguetown, East Blue.


Interacting with:
@ryoryoryoken
@J8cob
@Arakadin


Heading into the Docs, the ruckus behind them seemed to be dying down - in more ways than one. Sancho looked at his crew. Which of these fine vessels should we take, then? He asked, rhetorically. They had used a small gunboat before, keeping what few belongings in capsacks that were on their old boat - that was also docked at the harbor. He looked at the Fishwoman and nodded. Can you grab our things? Sancho asked, he then pointed on the biggest ship in the Harbor, it was a Marine Galleon, the second biggest-classed ship in the Navy arsenal, and the biggest one to patrol the Blues. He grinned. He had ridden a Galleon many times back home on Shinra, as it was their only real Warship, and he had quickly learned how to manage one, all part of his training at the hands of Granticus.

"We're taking this one." Sancho said, smiling a sly smile. The ship was branded "Blind Justice", and it would suit The Golden Fleece pirates just fine. there were four guards standing outside, leaning on their rifles, or against the lamp-posts neat the landing. It was poorly defended because the Marines were all in town, and they probably assumed nobody was crazy enough to try and steal one of their vessels.

Sancho grinned, motioning for Church to stand still. Upon seeing the golden-haired young man, they picked up their posture and loosely-held onto their guns. "Who are you?" One of them asked, and Sancho smiled, flicking his wrists.

"The new captain."

The Wool Wool Whip-Technique rung out of his coat as he slapped the four of them with two whips coming out of his arms, the tightly knit wool was harder than wood as it was flicked at them, hard enough to knock all four of them into the water. "Church, check if anyone else is on board, and toss them overboard." Sancho said, he was heading into the Captain's Cabin, to take a look before Samehana arrived, and they would set sail. The Captain's Cabin was located after the brig, which Sancho decided to check out, where any prisoners would be held. There, he found one young man in the holding cell. Sancho looked at him with a weird look. He paced around the Brig, the bars were metal - he thought. He grabbed a hold of them and felt woozy, his powers draining from him as he stumbled backwards.

"Damn seastone.." Sancho grunted, holding his head. "Who are you?" Sancho asked the man in the jail-cell. Sure, Sancho himself was a pirate and a criminal, by the eyes of the law, but he still despised most others who were seen the same way. They would still be criminals once Sancho's dream came true. Therefor, he wasn't gonna set some punk criminal who had hurt innocent people free, unless he had a damn good reason to.

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