Hillan

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

As Maron explained what they had to do, Kuhn's eyes went blank, his expression turned cold, and he spoke, harshly. "Leave dis to me, young lady." He promised, as he rounded the corner - to where the cart was, before the two girls did. They could hear the echoes of loud bangs and crashes, wood breaking and stone cracking, as they turned the corner, all four of the men wearing "REDICAL DREADICAL" T-shirts were knocked out, bleeding from their noses, shattered ribs. Kuhn held one of them by the throat, pushing him against the wall, his revolver against his head. Pulling the hammer back.

"Now. You're going to apologize to this little lady." Kuhn said, as the man looked over at Maron with tears of fear in his eye. "S-sorry!" He stuttered, as Kuhn's face curled into a smile. He pulled the trigger. "Bang." He said, as the gun clicked. It was empty. He let the man go from his grip, the man fell to the ground, not moving. He had passed out from the shock.

"Whoops."

"Needless to say, these boys are more than sorry for what they did, and they offered us dis alcohol as compensation." Kuhn said, grabbing a bottle of cider that he uncorked, took four swigs off, and immediately started blushing, a little bit, clearly already getting intoxicated. "We should, uh, head back to the camp. Tell the beautiful angel there of our succes."

***

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO MORE BOOZE?!" Chester shouted, his voice echoing across the entire block. "WHERE DID IT GO?!"

"S-Sir, th -WAH" The man cried as Chester interrupted him, punching him in the face. Chadwick came rushing into the room. "Dude, Chesterbro! It was the green ones who took our booze, not our fault! But don't worry, we're gonna show them what the REdical squad is really all about! we gonna bring it to em, tomorrow, at noon!"

"... You better have more booze hidden away, or I'm not waiting till noon." Chester promised, Chad swallowed, hard. "Y-Ye, I have a mini fridge with beer, only meant for me, but I'll share it with you, bro!"

"Great!" Chester exclaimed, with a smile.

***

"Lady Kobicha! The reds are saying we should old The Games tomorrow at noon! They weanna meet in the plaza, it's frat vs. Frat this year. It might get messy!" A young man, dressed in a green T-shirt, brown shorts and flip-flops informed the woman.

"Heck does Frat vs. Frat mean?"

"You don't know?" Another voice added.

"It's a prank-brawl! And this year, those idiots have really gone too far!"

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester finished his 27th drink of the night, and as he put the mug down, he nodded for it to be refilled. One of the fratboys looked at Chadwick, a look that said a million words. Most notable 'If we keep this up, he's gonna drink more than his debt is worth'. Chadwick took the opportunity when it came, Macario asked about the four Color Festival. "Ah, you see, the festival is starting soon, and we're here, on this island, to drive off the green scumbags. When they've had enough, they'll leave, to the next island over. And then this island - which is the best one - will be ours, and we'll be able to have all of our activites here, fro the festival." He noted, as he smiled. Chester frowned, looking for another drink. "What's the difference between the islands, anyway?"

"What do you mean? This is clearly the best one!"

"The one a few hundred meters that way seemed exactly the same to me, just a slightly different shape."

"Pfff, you can clearly not see how impressive this island is!" Chadwick assured Chester, whom shrugged. "I think you're lying.", grabbing two bottles from two frat boys, whom went to get their bottles back, following Chester around a corner. A few seconds later, the two guys came flying around the corner, roughed up, but without any serious damage.

***

Kuhn smiled softly. "For you? Always." He responded to her question, her soft giggle made him feel a warmth in his chest, his cheeks slightly flustered. "It is the way of da Trigun, after all." He said, as if that would mean anything to the woman. "Who dares make trouble for you? I'll give them hell!" Kuhn promised, puffing his chest, following the girl - whom was cute, but a little too young for him, he had already set his sights on Kobicha.

"Where's dis Chad guy? I'll make him pay!" Kuhn exclaimed.

Crestwood Hollow

R I T A R O S S

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_{First day of class.}

WHO AM I? The question was posed to the girl with the bandanna tied around her forehead, her leather cap was turned backwards, she wore her leather jacket and a guns n roses T-shirt, going with the 80's Rose-Aesthetic she was going with today. Her cold blue eyes looked at the empty sheet of paper while everyone else seemed to be writing books about themselves. She couldn't think of anything to write. Who was she? If you asked her former classmates, they would say things like 'Stuck-up', 'bitch' and 'angry'. Was the reason she couldn't think of anything because she felt insecure about herself?

No. She needed a cigarette. Her need for nicotine was driving her crazy, each stroke of the pencils pissed her off more, as she clenched the pen between her fingers, and as if nothing, the pen snapped in four different places under the pressure. "Fuck." she said, softly. "I'm gonna go take a leg stretcher, I need to go to the bathroom, and to get a new pen. Be back in five." Rita said, she had regular fights with the faculty about her tendency to just walking out of lessons, like that.

She left the classroom and headed outside, getting out her pack of smokes, lighting one before she was anywhere near the ashtray. It was perhaps a hundred meter walk to the ashtray, she checked her phone. Four texts from her mom. She wanted her to come to her father's promotion dinner tonight. He made senior partner at his firm, Reed & Associates. Anton was gonna become the youngest senior partner in the firm's history, it was quite the affair.

She was gonna blow it off. She shot a text to George. "Beers 2nite?" Almost immediately, George - Harrison, as people called him, due to his resemblance to a fourth of the Beatles, due to his hipster style, responded. "U kno it. My or urs?"

"Mine. M&D are out. Bring wine."

"K."

She closed down her phone, and finished her third cigarette, before heading back to class. She arrived just as the girl wtih the buzzcut finished speaking, sitting down. She dug out a new pen from her bag, and began writing down words that meant nothing to her. She wrote down "Hard Working" "Reliable" "Trustworthy" "Respectful" "Pretty" and "Driven". She went onto write about ambitions, how she 'wanted' to become a lawyer like her dad, working wirh the rights of children, because she looves kids.

She hated kids. And she hated the idea of working in law. But it was what people expected from her. Now, in her senior year, more than ever. She finished writing down her lies, and then let the pen rest, sitting back and plugging in her headphones, Pearl Jam was playing. 'Just Breath' from backspacer, one of her favorites, one of the few calm songs in her entire playlist.

But as she did, she started thinking, putting a hand into the air, not waiting to be allowed to speak, she spoke anyway. "We're punkass kids who think we're smarter than we really are. Everyone who's attended this school before knows that we're quite a bunch of characters, meant for a after school special. You're a new teacher here, and you're trying to bring some Good Will Hunting shit in here. Or maybe you're trying to give the finger to the principal, which is always a blast."

She took a break for a second. "This question is bullshit. Besides being perhaps a little less dull than our peers, we have nothing in common."

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Golden Fleece Chronicles

G O L D E N F L E E C E

Elsewhere

Direct to Yuri

Prologue - Fleece Dawn

• Chapter 1 - Big Trouble at Little Lechi
• Chapter 2 - The Doom Pirates
• Chapter 3 - The Golden Fleece Pirates

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester emerged back into the camp, his body covered with red stains, from holding the spray can the wrong direction, spraying himself, instead of the tree he meant to spray onto. He grabbed a bottle of rum, and uncorked it at blinding speeds, taking a long gulp, swallowing hard. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" He shouted. "WE SURE GAVE IT TO THEM!" The rest of the guys in the red shirts grinned, softly. "Uh, Chadbro, you sure Chesterbro's good? He.. He went a little hard. Harder than we usually do.." The man said to Chadwick, whom scoffed.

"I would imagine he would. He's more animal than man, that one."
"just make sure to keep him drinking, and he'll stay on our side."
"Yes sir."

"HEY CHESTERBRO!" The guy shouted, grabbing another couple of mugs from a stand, handing one to Chester, before entanging his arm around his, as they did a armhook drink, cheering first. "That was awesome! You sure stuck it to the greenpansies!"

"Macaribro, drink, too!" another one said, brining more drinks to the bigger man, still donning the far too tight shirt.

***

"What kind of animal would do dis?" Kuhn asked, before he was interrupted by the woman. oh boy. Kuhn walked up towards her, leaning near her, a soft smile on his face, his eyes sparkling, his face was contorted into some kind of blue steel, trying to look as attractive as he possibly could. The woman was a bit older than him, but despite her few wrinkles, she was attractive, clearly taken care of herself. "Nevermind what brings us here, it's just something stupid, our captain drowned, or whatever. But what's important is."

"What are you doing here, beautiful, and what are you doing later?" He said, grabbing her hand, kissing it softly. "Name's Kuhn, the best sharpshooter in the whole North Blue, at your service, fair Kobicha." He finished, a lighter in hand, lighting the cigarette for her before she could get her lighter out.

Crestwood Hollow

Girl I'm not waiting until Sunday...

@FantasyChic

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Same, girl, same. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz. Kick the losers (Hillan) to the curb. Keep on keepin' on. Ain't no rest for the wicked.

@Tyler

Put down pretty girl and raging homosexual to 'accidentally' get hit by a rogue car Rita throws. Gotcha.

Crestwood Hollow

Alright just waiting on @Hillan and myself now.

Great posts everyone!

@Lord Wraith

WAY TO PUT ME ON THE SPOT LIKE THAT.

Sadly, I will not be able to post till Sunday, as it's currently 4 am, I am going to bed, and I'll be out of town, visiting my folks tomorrow, and won't be home till Sunday afternoon.

One Piece: A Golden Age, A Dark Age - The Boozehound Chronicles

Chester chugged the mug of beer as Chadwick cheered him on, and so did the rest of the fraternity. "CHUG CHUG CHUG!" They all shouted, followed by their howling from deep within their chests, the howls echoed over the small part of the island, and the day-party went on, Macario barely keeping up with Chester, whom was getting more and more drinks in as time passed. Getting a feel for the island and the orange and salmon clad guys who inhibited it, Chester didn't recall the red dudes being this..Rad last time he had met them, they were stuck up pricks last time.

"You know, Chad. Is it okay if I call you Chad?"

"It's fine if you call me Chad, Chest." Chadwick responded.

"I will punch you." Chester quickly said with a blank expression

"Please don't." Chadwick replied, looking down at the floor for a second.

As they were talking, they were interrupted by a young man, probably about Chester's age, a few years younger, perhaps, busted into the bar they were seated in. "PANTY RAID!" He shouted. "THE GREENS ARE COMING! They're out for payback for our raid at their beach party this morning, prepare for a brawl, boys!" The man shouted, and soon, the whole bar was errupted into the same howls that the fratboys had done before.

"A what now?" Chester asked. "Long standing tradition, our enemies are coming to raid our sororities, they're gonna steal their underwear, we have to stop them. It's a bit of rough housing, it's good, clean fun."

"Neat." Chester added, looking back at his tighly - clad companion. "We should help out. I have debt to pay, after all." Chester said, with glee in his voice.

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Kuhn glanced at Lina. "Captain can't swim? What sorta pirate is he?"

As Lina suggested they would look everywhere, Kuhn nodded. "Uh-huh." They landed on the side side of the shore, a bit away from the beach, the Breeze could handle the shallow waters just fine. Kuhn jumped out, and walked towards land, where the torn tents stood, beer bottles were everywhere, and red spray paint was all over the place, the green and earthly brown clored tents were all mudded down, torn or lit on fire. "What kind of animal did this?" Kuhn asked, and a young girl looked up at him from the side of the beach. "The red fools did this, and they'll pay."

Crestwood Hollow

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I was thinking this one personally.

@Lord Wraith

Daybreak is my fucking jam, so fair enough.

Crestwood Hollow

D I V A

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^{◼ R I T A J U L I A R O S S ◼ 16TH JULY 1999 (17) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ B I S E X U A L}

^{"You have four seconds to get the fuck out of my face."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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//STATS:

◼ Height: | 171 CM.
◼ WEIGHT: | 61 KG.
◼ HAIR COLOR: | Blonde.
◼ EYE COLOR: | Emerald
◼ PIERCINGS: | Septum, left eyebrow, nipples and bellybutton.
◼ TATTOOS: | Pentagram on her right wrist. Full sleeve on the right of different pagan symbols. As well as a long green vine going up her neck under her chin.

//DESCRIPTION:

Rita's a young woman who works very hard to look like she doesn't give a shit. She wakes up two hours before she has to go to school to do her make up in a way that makes it look like she fell asleep in it, to pick out her clothing - often black or jeans color with rivets. Band T-shirts, skinny jeans and big boots. And of course a beanie on her head, regardless of the weather. She's sometimes seen in a baseball cap and a hoodie, as well as black round sunglasses. Despite her obsession with her 'style', she's still rather natural, only wearing a small amount of make up and being naturally tanned and blessed with good skin, thus being free from acne. Most would never conceive her as pretty, perhaps hot or 'sexy', but very few would consider her cute. She's always walking around with the demeanor like she's gonna rip someone's head off - which she might. She's confident, yet not self-absorbed.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"What you want, fuckface?"}

Rita grew up in a normal middle class inner city household. Her father, Anton, a Junior Partner at a law firm, her mother, Veronica, a P.E teacher at the local elementary school. A only child, Rita was often a little spoiled. She grew up a bit of a loner, partly because she grew up in a neighborhood where all the other families had two kids, and partly because she was never particularly girly, a bit of a tomboy. She fought with the boys at preschool, she wanted to play soccer and was always told she couldn't play with the boys. Her mother was quite the glamour-freak, and loved trying to make Rita dress up like a 'pretty girl', and she grew to resent it.

Resenting her father's good reputation by misbehaving, and usurping the ideals of 'The Perfect Little Daughter' was the way her life would continue into her teens. She broke a lot of rules, picked up smoking, drinking and attending parties she was too young to get into at 15, getting pierced, dying her brown hair blond, and getting tattoed were all in the name of pissing her parents off. She eventually grew into her own person, moving beyond just opposing her parents, getting her own ideals and goals.

This all went out the door when she was 16, and she caught a falling construction worker in her arms without any personal injury, saving the mans life and baffling her. Since then, she has been exploring her newfound abilities.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"Punch first - ask questions while punching."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ SUPERHUMAN PHYSICAL CAPABILITIES |
While certainly not the fanciest of powers in the world, as far as people with impossible gifts go, hers do the job nicely. Her gifts manifest in three notable ways.

◼ SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH | Rita is exceedingly more powerful than regular people, and her strength continues to grow for each day. Not with such leaps and bounds like going from lifting a table over her head one day to lifting a car the next - but still enough to be highly noticeable.

◼ SUPERHUMAN DURABILITY |
Like her strength, Rita gets more and more durable - capable of taking more powerful beatings with each day. This is possible due to her dermal layer - her muscles, organs and skin being stronger thanks to her naturally enhanced strength.

◼ SUPERHUMAN STAMINA| Like her other two partial abilities, Rita is able to keep up a increased level of physical stress, once more thanks to the increased ability of her muscles, heart and other organs.

//SKILLS:

◼ SELF DEFENSE | If you're a pretty girl who goes to six music festivals a year, you learn how to defend yourself. Rita incidentally also happens to be acquainted with a switchblade more so than with karate.

◼ BOOK SMART | Rita's naturally a pretty smart girl, despite not paying much attention, she's been able to always get a passing grade in school, advancing through the years at a normal pace.

◼ CRITICAL | Perhaps also known as 'grumpy'. Rita's always the one to poke holes in other peoples plans, and possesses powerful problems solving skills.

◼ DANCING | While she's more naturally the one who bobs her head to the heavy rock sounds, she is capable of being a excellent 'club' dancer, having a natural rythm in her. Not that she'd ever show anyone else. She can also, albeit ironically, lay a pretty mean dab.

◼ Audiophile | Rita's a total Audiophile, and will not listen to anything of low quality, nor will she ever be caught dead wearing ten dollar headphones. She enjoys good music with good sound.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ METABOLISM | Rita's metabolism is increased by her powers, and therefor, she has to eat a lot more, else she will run out of calories to burn and therefor run out of power, tearing at her muscles at a very alarming rate.

◼ BREATHING | Even if she is throwing cars around, Rita still needs to breath, just like everyone else. While capable of holding her breath for a minute or two longer than others, due to her increased muscles, she is still highly vulnerable to suffocating either by smoker or by drowning. Or by being choked by someone equally - or more physically powerful than her.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼ IMMUNITY SYSTEM | While Rita's muscles are superhuman, and so is her resistance to bullets and blades - her resistance to toxins, bacteria and viruses are not. She was diagnosed with a blood disease that weakens the white blood cells in her body - while on it's own it's mostly harmless, it does make her more likely to catch a cold, and prevents her body from counteracting toxins and poisons in the blood.

◼ OVEREXERTION | We've all seen what happens to someone who tries to bench 10 pounds too much at the gym, their muscles take serious damage. Rita's got something similar that could happen to her if she tried to push her limits too much. Except the consequences for her are a lot worse than a few bruises and being sore the next day.

◼ TEAMWORK| Rita is admit-ably not the most patient person in the world, as she believes most people are too stupid to make good decisions. She's also finely attuned to not relying on anyone else - not her parents, nor her friends. This all quite the problem when she's pushed into a situation where teamwork is essential.

▼ N O T E S:

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//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD | Test

▼ FRIENDS

◼ George | Friend, only person she's told about her abilities.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD | Test

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD | Test

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ TBD | Test