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2 yrs ago
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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Each tree branch had left it's mark, that was for sure. Chester had been sent into the even denser forest, down next to the bridge, his flight had been haulted by a sturdy oak, that he fell down, each branch prompting an "Ow" or "Damn" from him, until he finally landed on the ground with a heavy thud, his face bleeding, his shoulder bleeding, yet, through all of the impact he had been through in the last minute, his fingers still clutched the glass of the still intact whiskey bottle, half of it's contents still remaining, as the bottle was held against his chest.

"Got my ass kicked, by a bear.." He mumbled to himself, taking a swig. "A real, honest to god talking bear." Chester said, his hand going into his hair, only to get pulled out of the hair when he felt warm, sticky liquid coming out of his forehead, he also felt it on his shoulder. "Great, bleeding, too." Chester mentioned, sitting up, taking a few leaves and holding them against his forehead, he stood up, peered up to where he had been thrown from.

"That's one hell of a strong bear.." He mumbled, walking towards the bridge again. "Ass kicked by a bear, ain't even on the grand line yet." He mumbled, kicking away a couple of rocks that were under his feet. Till he heard the roar of Tedbjorn, up from where Lina was, and it reminded him that he wasn't actually alone anymore - he had Lina.

And she was up shit's creek with no paddle.

Finishing his bottle, he still held it in his hand, as he started sprinting up the bridge and the slope, passing the X-marked rocks, arriving up the hill where the treasure had been.

"YOU THINK TRADERS CAN STAND AGAINST ME, THE MIGHTY TEDBJORN THE BEAR BANDIT?!" The Bear roared, The glass bottle came from behind, hitting one of the four bandits in the back of the head, knocking him out like a light. Tedbjorn felt a sudden weight from his side - the foot of Chester pushed him several meters.
"We're Pirates!" Chester shouted as he landed, blood dripping down his face.

"You're still alive?!" The words escaped Torbjorn's mouth, and for a second, they had a different pitch to it.

Not to mention the fact that nothing he said actually matched the words coming out of his mouth, come to think of it.

He looked at Lina, whom was fighting the other three guys, and grinned. "Got my ass kicked by a bear, can't believe it."

Then he looked at Torbjorn. "But I'll get back at you."

Chester made his way over to where the treasure must be, he started digging once Lina patted him on the back, shoveling away enough dirt to make a heap as large as himself - still not finding anything. He jumped up from the hole and turned to Lina. "Your turn." He said, giving her the shovel, as she looked confused, almost a little insulted. "Hey, just because I'm the strongest doesn't mean I should do all the work." He stated, bluntly. Lina reluctantly agreed, there was no arguing with her captain.

Chester sat down and dug into his pocket, where he had a small bottle of whiskey. He uncorked and let out a satisfied sigh. Until he heard footsteps behind him. They were loud - heavy. He turned around, to see a medium-built man come walking, he was a little shorter than Chester, about as wide over the shoulders. He stopped once he saw the sitting-drinker and Chester whistled at Lina. "We've got company. Villagers, may-" He cut himself off, once he saw the sword at the man's hip, and the four other men following him, all a lot more rugged looking than him. They sort of looked like pirates, but more so like local bandits, since there were no other ships in the 'port'.

"You the ones who arrived with the Marines?" one of the men asked, and Chester nodded. "Sadly, yes." He got up. "We're.. Traders, blackmailed into digging for treasure." He explained, and the rough man grinned. "You find it?" The man asked, and Chester looked back at Lina, whom was still digging. "Nope."

"Hey, Chester! I found the, uh, chest!" Lina said, her shovel hitting the hard wood.

"I guess we did." Chester said, holding up his finger to the presumed bandit, to indicate he needed one moment. "You okay with lifting that?" He asked Lina, whom yelled in protest "Jeez!" the pirate exclaimed, jumping down next to the girl, tossing up the chest, the chest landing on the grass with a loud thud. He also grabbed Lina before he leapt back up from the 8 foot hole he had made, placing Lina safely on the ground. She looked around and was a little worried, the men had now started moving towards them.

"You see, we're bandits..." One of the guys - not the first one Chester had seen, said.

"You wanna fight over this treasure?" Chester asked, and the bandit shrugged. "That's for the boss to decide." He said, as loud thuds were heard from behind the small crowd of bandits, they parted, letting the four-legged being pass. Huffing and puffing with each step, the creature - their boss, was unmistakably a bear, brown fur with gray accents, much larger than the average bear, a North Blue breed, if Chester recalled his Bestiary study correctly - which he very well might not.

The bear had a scar over his right eye, and wore a black vest on his torso, as he stopped walking, he stood on his back legs, grinning a nasty smile at the two pirates - the Bear certainly 10 feet tall. "Holy shit a bear!" Chester exclaimed, amazed. "DUDE!" He shouted, turning to Lina, a gleeful smile on his face. "A freaking Bear!" Lina was horrified.

And it only got worse when the Bear opened it's mouth, and spoke, in a semi-high pitched voice. "Hello." The bear articulated very well, like a noble.

Chester completely lost it. He started laughing hysterically, Lina, still horrified at the large animal. "Chester, stop it!" She shouted as the pirate snorted, holding his stomach. "I'm sorry Mr.Bear. What's your name" Chester asked, between fits of laughter.

"Tedbjorn Ursaring the Third." Bjorn the Bear said, his eyes narrowing as Chester started laughing manically again. "THE THIRD, LINA. THE THIRD!"

Bjorn looked at him and snorted. The first man, the one Chester had seen first spoke up, his voice deeper than Bjorn's "Tedbjorn is our leader, and I am Bjork, his translator and Co-Leader. We're bandits, as you can tell, normally, we would take your treasure. But, you came with the Marines. So, for exchange of you not mentioning us to the Marines, we will let you leave this island, unharmed, and with the treasure in tow." Bjork promised, as Chester was drying the tears that had sprouted from his eyes from all the laughing.

"All right." was all he could say. "That sounds fair" He said, looking up, at the Vest-clad Bear, a Cutlas hanging from his waist in a leather strap, and then he started chuckling again. Bjorn looked at him and waved his fingers that were crossed against his arms, then he spoke. "Deal?"

Chester nodded. "Deal. Wanna shake on it?" He asked, and Lina looked at him horrified, mouthing "No!"

The Bear shook his head, raising his right palm. "High-Five." He said and Chester smiled. "Even better!" As he walked towards the bear, leaving the treasure behind, drink in his left hand, he had to jump a few feet into the air to reach the bear's palm, their palm's collided with a fairly loud clash -for a handshake, and then another, much louder clap happened when the left Bear Paw swiped Chester from the side, the palm bigger than his head collided with his face, sending the pirate flying at incredibly speeds, tearing through four trees as he vanished out of sight, down towards the river that Lina and Chester had crossed.

"KUHAHA OF COURSE WE'RE GONNA TAKE THE TREASURE FROM SOME IDIOT TRADERS!" The bear laughed as his bandits charged at Lina.

Why does that man have a hammer in his other hand?


You are asking the hard questions.

Chester listened to what Lina said, and he leapt higher, finding the moss-covered plaque he was looking for. He tried to nudge it away with his free elbow, but to no avail. He couldn't hit it, for fear of breaking it. Instead, he dug into his pocket, finding a lighter, he lit the moss on fire and much to his surprise, the plaque only had one faded symbol on it. "Four!" He shouted at Lina, before leaping down, making a flip as he landed on his knuckles, a bent knee, standing up once he had regained his composure, he dusted himself off. "Hell does that mean?"

He asked, scratching his head as Lina did the same. "I don't know.." She said, puzzled, looking at the map, then up on the cliff. Chester did the same, taking the map from her, looking at it, then back at the cliff, then at the river, and like a lightbulb above his head, it clicked. "We're holding the map wrong." he simply stated, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, he figured it out.

"What if.." He said, turning the map. "I thought we were going east, but we actually headed north after the crossing.." He said, looking at the Map, Lina nodded. "Yeah, that's definately a seven!" She said, pointing at the path they had taken out of the village.

"Think the River's a 2?"

"I guess so"

"So, 7 x 2 x 6?" She asked, her finger circling around the 'X' where they had seen the crossing. "Oh hey, there's a number on the map" Chester chimed in, "42"

Chester tried to do the math, counting on his fingers. 7 times two is fourteen... Fourteen times six is, uh. 84" Chester replied, a bit of pride in his voice for being able to do that.

"All right, 84 Longitude, 42 latitude. That's... a few kilometers that way. Seems about right." Chester said, picking up the shovel, slinging it over his shoulder again.

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Kid Boomerang would be cool, I'd wanna nickname him Boomer though LOL

You used a version of Thrillseeker for one of my YJ games awhile back, he'd be acceptable as well. He's a good example of capes and kevlar style Gotham vigilantism

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I like the punk better than a Luthor with a robotic arm LOL

~KL~


Outback Outlaw is the only name for a Boomerang-throwing hero.

And, Rita has to be 'pretty' strong. Like Metropolis levels of strong for her character to work, don't think I could do her all Jessica Jones very well. But, I'll probably hold up on writing a sheet at all, till I see a bit of the rest of the cast.

Does it matter which route you take in the Grandline, by the way? For Story purposes, I mean.

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A joint post? So...us in prison right? Xerxes aint gonna be the same man coming out if prison, even in prison, can Jackal handle that...

@dragonmancer let's go.


Don't drop the soap.

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Thought you were supposed to check in on you crew members and see what they would do over the next month and @Renny would to.


Oh. I thought you meant to tag Ira and was just being cheeky.

Golden Fleece are all set.

@Hillan@Renny
So hows that timeskip post comming along?


If only I knew.

I didn't ask where YOU were, dildo-nose!


Ay, shut up, dildo-nose!

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