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

Chester punched the back of the quarters, planks flying everywhere. It huururrrtttss!" The voices cried out. "WELL YOU SHITHEADS SHOULD HAVE KEPT OFF OF MY SHIP THEN!" Chester retorted, fists flying everywhere, striking down the black hands that erupted, as well as demolishing all wall-planks, getting into the deeper isolation of the ship. The whole boat was rocking as Kuhn was forced to wake up, and he sure did. Pulling his revolver out, he fired two bullets - not at the spirits, but at his captain. Two dragonbreath bullets, as they hit Chester, fire erupted, burning him a little and breaking him out of his fit of rage.

"What the hell, Kuhn! Aim better!" He shouted, as Kuhn scoffed, sitting in his hammock, his right hand resting on the hammer of his revolver. "Cap'n. You need to calm down, dis cannot be solved with violence."

"Oh, you mean not shooting your crewmates?!"

"Touché."

Chester was crawling on the floor, trying to put out the fire on his ribs, he began rolling on the floor, once the fire seemed to be dying down, he grabbed his bottle of grog. "This will numb the pain" he siad as he squirted a few sips-worth of booze on the dwindling flames, suddenly, the fire erupted again. "AAH!" Chester shouted in semi-panic, running out of the room.

"HOW DID BOOZE MAKE THE FIRE WORSE?!" He cried, running out onto the deck, fast enough that the fire was put out. "Oh, no, it didn't. Just took a while for it to stop."

He peered back into the cabins. "Hey, Kuhn, Lina! I fixed it, no longer on fire!"

"You know, Lina, I'm starting to think da cap'n might be daft."

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

Sancho nodded at Hamel's statement. "Indeed they were." He acknowledged, as the three started loading up their small schooner with the supplies they had taken from the Doom Pirates, whom had retreated back to their hideout by now. Sancho noticed the crowd that had formed on the docks, a few hundred feet away from the small schooner, they had originally chosen to ignore them, but soon the Mayor came forward and talked to the three pirates. He kneeled before Sancho and begged on his hands and knees.

Sancho raised an eyebrow, quite surprised - perhaps even a little amused that the 'most powerful man' in this village would submit his whole village to pirates like that. He spoke of Lefaci, he begged them to stay and protect the village from the pirates. And soon, the hundred or so people behind him all followed suit, falling to their knees, crying as they all pleaded in unison.

Sancho's face grew dark as his face turned emotionless - like it had when he was hanging Morning Star, he turned to Hamel, speaking a quick command. "Finish up." he stepped up from the boat, walking towards the mayor whom had his head to the dirt. Each step echoed with the raised heartbeat of the townsfolk whom were all peering up from the dirt.

The pirate grabbed the mayor by the collar, holding the man whom was at least two heads shorter than the pirate high into the air, as high as he could. "Either you're really brave, or really fucking foolish, begging pirates for help. You're showing your weakness, that you're incapable of defending yourself. You're prey. Pirates are predators." Sancho said, a twisted smile crept up on his face.

The mayor sobbed. "Y-You're right. I am a weak leader for these people... P-Please, kill me if you want, b-but protect my people!" He cried as Sancho's grin turned into a soft smile. His people gasped as the mayor offered his own life for their safety, several of the townsfolk protested, but the mayor silenced them all.

"What's your name, foolish mayor?"

"It's... It's Clove..." The mayor cried.

"Well then, Mayor Clove." Sancho said, letting Clove down from his grip, Clove landed flat on his ass.

"I, Sancho Graham, Nobleman of Shinra Kingdom in the Grandline, and Captain of the Golden Fleece Pirates, promise to protect your townsfolk from any and all harm. If a pirate as much as touches a hair on your head, I will personally kill them." He vowed, extending his hand to Clove, to help him back up from the ground. "R-Really?! Y-You're gonna stay?" He asked, in shock.

Sancho shook his head. "No. We are going to Lefacti and putting an end to this, to make sure it never happens again."

"T-Thank you brave pirate!" Clove shouted, as the people all realized what had happened, and they all got smiles on their face. "T-They're really gonna protect us? Stop the pirates at Lefacti? C-Can they even do that?" Were all questions raised by the people, as Sancho walked away. "But till I do that. I need you guys to stand up for yourself. Never let anyone walk all over you. You have my protection, but you do not need it."

He said, walking towards the schooner and his two crewmates, casting off, heading towards Lefacti.

"... Was that a little too much bravado? Should I have just agreed?" He asked his two comrades with a grin on his face as they were off onto the open sea.

Crestwood Hollow

I am alive, finally back from from hospital. Do not expect a post from me soon as I'm not in the best way. But hopefully within the week. Look forward to reading other posts in the meantime and sorry to be a delay.

@Tyler

How you feeling?

Did you face any difficulties?

Crestwood Hollow

I couldn't ask on Skype since the company very conveniently won't allow me to sign in via iOS, but I just wanted to ask where we were at. Tomorrow will be my very last chance to post for a little while so was hoping I would get the opportunity.

@Tyler

I suppose you would wanna get a post in before dropping off the face of the earth.

To, you know, save face.

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

The gunfire was prevented by Sancho's right-hand, Hamel, the leaves had dissuaded the pirates from attacking, for a time, but Hamel was busy fighting Cormac, while thier cook was fighting the Doom Pirates 4th Divisision Officer. Leaving Sancho alone with the warrior with the mace and the flail. He cracked his neck for a second, as Morning Star walked towards him, from the toss Sancho had given him. "You're pretty strong, you know that, kid?!" Morning Star asked, the middle-age pirate grinned, showing his ugly smile, rotting teeth and broken lips.

"And you're pretty pathetic." Sancho said, as the two men walked in a semi-circle of each other. "How about you and your two friends join me? I'll make you officers right here on the spot. Who knows, maybe the big boss will give you your own division someday." Morning Star bargained, and Sancho shook his head. "Or, I just kill you right here." The pirates words rang coldly, as a couple of Morning Star's soldiers winced, backing up, looking at each other and whispering "Think he can actually take the captain?"

Morning Star Chuckle. "Talking big stuff for a nobody no one's ever heard off. I saw your boat. You're nothing, kid. I'm Captain Morning Star, a 15 Million Pirate."

Sancho shrugged. "Quaking in my boots." He taunted as Morning Star looked over the blonde man's clothes. They were in bad shape, but once upon a time, they had been really expensive, Sancho's attire was probably almost worth as much as Morning Star's whole ship. His grin turned serious in the next moment, as he lashed out. "QUAKE ON THIS!" He shouted, charging Sancho, swinging his weapons at him, Sancho backstepped, dodging each swing gracefully, his cold eyes forever peering at Morning Star.

"RICH BOY CAN ONLY DODGE, HUH?!" The man shouted. "DARE YOU TO FIGHT ME LIKE A REAL PIRATE! TAKE THIS!" He shouted, as he attached the bottom of the flail to the bottom of the mace, making the mace into a two-handed hammer. "OOOHH SHIT! It's the Captain's Super Sledge!" One of the pirates shouted. "That thing can bring down a whole building!"

The hammer was brought down upon Sancho, the mace as big as his head, as it stopped right before impact. His gloved fingers were holding onto the metal, between the spikes. The veins showing in the younger - smaller man's face. His green eyes were almost glowing as he struck fear in the older Pirates face. "H-How?!" Morning Star cried, as Sancho kicked him in the chest, sending him backwards. Sancho threw the mace to the ground.

"D-Dammit!" He shouted, Sancho walked towards him, wool sprouting from his sleeve, Morning Star was trying to crawl away, as Sancho walked after him, stepping on his knee, snapping it, as the man howled. Two of his crewmates tried to stop the former Nobleman, only to be met with a wool whip to the face as Sancho flicked his left arm, knocking them both unconscious. From his right sleeve, a rope poured out, forming a noose. He put the noose around Morning Star's neck, as the pirate tried to fight him off, only to get punched in the face.

Sancho calmly threw the other end of the noose over the nook of a house, grabbing it as it fell down. "NO PLEASE!" Morning Star cried as tear welled in his eyes as he tried to fight off the noose that was pulling him ever closer.

"Cowards who pray on the innocent have no place in my world." Sancho said coldly. He pulled the rope, hunching down with such force that his coat blew in the wind behind him, he fastened the rope under his boot as people looked onto the brutal display in horror, even the townsfolk did so, as Morning Star fought, flailing his arms and legs, trying to scream for help, but no words escaped his lungs. His pirates stopped fighting as they looked on in shock. The final words Morning Star chose were "I-I'm Sorry!" as he asphyxiated.

With his other leg, Sancho stepped on a flintlock pistol next to him him, exerting force in such a way that the gun flipped into the air, Sancho grabbed the gun and put it upside down on his shoulder in one fluent motion, not even looking where he was aiming as he fired, the bullet cutting the rope he had made, breaking the noose, sending Captain Morning Star crashing to the ground.

"You best be good. Morning Star. Or we'll be back." Sancho promised, tossing the gun to the side, dragging some hair out of his face, his two crewmates following behind him.

"W-Who are you?!" Morning Star coughed out, holding his rope-burned neck, as his allies were cutting the noose off of him.

"I'm Sancho Graham. I'm the man who's gonna fix this world."

"We're the Golden Fleece Pirates."

Dragon Ball: Different Worlds

The boy from the woods peered his eyes at the lifeform in front of him. It looked almost Saiyan.. Except it seemed frailer. Weaker. softer. More fragile, less of a merciless killer - like his peers. His eyes focused on her - he had learn to not underestimate a foe, even if it had been the hard way. He was still full of thorns, thus making him look quite freakish.

Raditz was slightly hunched - as if he was gonna break into a sprint on all four, while really - it was but his combat stance - he never was much of a skilled fighter, after all.

He made his way towards the standing woman, stopping about five meters in front of her, peering at the fire, he could smell something.

Food. His mouth began to water.

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

"What you talking about Lina? I always said there were Ghosts." Chester spoke calmly, looking at the looming black hands that spurred from the side of the wall. "... That's just not true, Cap'n." Kuhn said.

"You listen here, Cowboy. There's freaking ghosts, and Lina overhere wasn't just making it up. You should've trusted her, even if she's kind of silly sometimes."
Chester responded, as he finally registered that she was there - in their sleeping quarters. "Lina, what the hell are you doing in the mens quarters, by the way?" Kuhn glanced over at her, frankly pretty relaxed over the whole scenario, as he peered over his hat again. "Whatever.."

Then it happened.

One of the hands touched the side of Chester's nightstand and sent the bottle of grog hitting the deck, the glass shattered everywhere - the sweet, sweet liquid gold inside spilling everywhere, and Chester's eyes going blank.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL THIS DAMN GHOST!" Chester shouted as he began punching at the hands as they emerged trying to grab him, a fit of rage sent many planks flying as Chester tore into the wall of the ship, where the hands were coming from.

"leeeeeaaaveeee" The voice sang.

Kuhn laid still in his hammock, a deep sigh. "Too fuckin' early for dis bullshit.." He mumbled.

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

Sancho looked over at Cormac and Hamel, seeing the other two men - and more troops arriving, as he was dealing with the rest of the mooks that had come with the cook, a swift dodge from a blade cutting past him, riposted with a devestating right-hook, sending the man to the ground, but then came the flail, swinging Hamel in the face, sending him to the floor. "Tssk. Hamel, you better shape up. Twice in one day you're eating dirt."

"And y'all about to join him. You're messing with the Doom Pirate Armada, and you will not make it out of here alive, blondie." The man with the flail in one hand, and a mace in the other. "You're messing with Captain Morning Star!" [Morning Star, Captain of the 4th Division of the Doom Pirate Armada, Member of the Lefacti Pirate Order. Bounty: 15 Million Bellies.] His men howled, cackling as Morning Star made his way to Sancho. "So you're the one in charge, heh? Well, then, Blonde. YOU'RE MINE!" The man shouted, as he charged at Sancho, with rather impressive speed, the flail passing over Sancho's head just, as he dodged under it.

"GOT YOU!" Morning Star exclaimed, as he spun around - to the mid-dodge Sancho, slamming his blunt mace into Sancho's face. Fleece Jacket As the golden wool spawned from his chest, covering his face, protecting him from damage, but still sending him to the ground. The captain used the momentum of his fall too roll back up, grabbing Morning Star's right arm - which was still outstretched, and lobbing the man over his head, throwing him across the street, four meters ahead of himself. Tossing the larger man in such a fashion did not seem straining at all for the young captain.

"OOOOHH MAN. YOU GONE GET IT NOW! DOOM PIRATES, LIGHT EM' UP!" Morning star shouted, as the pirates all trained their guns on the Pirate Trio, whom had all been herded into being forced into circle.

Dragon Ball: Different Worlds

Raditz fell down from the cliff, at first, he tried grabbing a hold of the side of the cliff, a small rock would be the bastion he'd hold onto for a brief moment, relief washed over him. His relief was shortlived, however, as in the next moment, the rock gave weigh and he once more tumbled down the mountainside into the dense forest below, he hit a branch, into his side, breaking it as he did, he collided with four smaller branches on his way down, head first, and finally ended up with a bush full of thorns, each of them making it's way into his skin, and with a painful howl, Raditz rolled out of the bush, covered in thorns. The boy was sniveling a little from the pain. A tear welling in his eye, his black shirt had been torn to shreds on his decent, looking like more of a primitive Toga now.

In the distance, peering over the flora all around him, the boy took in this new world he had stumbled upon, and in the distance, he could see a forest clearing, and some kind of structure, he got onto his feet, and began walking towards it. His tail wiggling playfully, as it - along with the rest of him winced in pain as he began pulling one of the many hundred of thorns that had found it's way into his skin.

Crestwood Hollow

R I T A R O S S

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_{Rest of that afternoon}

Rita had gotten the hell out of the classroom as quickly as possible. As soon as she left the school, the doors of the north entrance slamming behind her, she lit up her cigarette, on the fifteen minute walk to George's apartment, she had managed to smoke six cigarettes. She walked up the six flights of stairs to George's three room apartment, opening the door - it wasn't locked. George was probably the only person in this entire city who didn't lock his door. Rita got inside, and locked the door behind her. "George, you got any smokes?" She asked, and George peered his head out, sitting on the gaming chair in front of his computer - wearing a tank top and his boxers, his hair was messy, his top was greasy, he was right in the middle of a match of some video game that Rita had no interest in. "I'm out."

"Really? You opened a pack this morning, didn't you? God damn, woman. I've got a pack in the kitchen, drawers. If I didn't know better, I'd think smoking was your super power."

"Shut up." she said, as she headed into the kitchen, and opened the drawer, the pack of Prince laid there like a golden egg. She got one out and turned on the fan, lighting the nicotine up. "Rough first day?" George asked, and Rita shrugged. "Got a new teacher, put in a special study group, social conscience, they called it. Seems like a bunch of introspective bullshit. Seb's in the group too." Rita explained.

"Oh shit. How did that go?" George said, paying half-attention, dividing his attention between Rita and the game he was playing.

"He was an asshole, like always. But more importantly. Kalvin sent me a text." Rita said, fiddling with her phone as she did so.

"No shit, 'Broke your heart and fucked your cousin over in New York' Kalvin?" George shouted, the fan made it a little hard to reach. "I said, group up, group the fuck up!" He shouted at the game.

".. Yeah, he said he missed me." She said, with a long sigh.

"Fuck you you fucking cunt!" George shouted from the next room over.

"Russians?" Rita asked with a chuckle.

"God damn Russians. Sure wish we would've nuked them when we had the chance.

But I 'spose it goes for Kalvin, too. He's bad news, Rita." He said, putting his headset down, heading into the kitchen, grabbing a cigarette as well and the lighter. He scratched his patchy beard as he did so.

"I dunno know, dude. He's pretty cute.."

"So give him a handy in the parking lot and be done with it" George said, with a smirk. ".. Then again, maybe you'd rip it off."

"Shut your mouth or I'll rip you off." Rita hissed at him.

"You'd be lost without me." George rebuttled, as the two of them shared a laugh. "There's the yearly dance this year. You wanna go with me again?" Rita asked, and George looked at her and chuckled. "You asking me to be your date?" Rita punched him in the shoulder.

"I'm frail, don't break me." He cried, faking he was hurt. Rita grinned. "Shut up, asshole. You wanna go or not?"

"Dude, I'm 23. I'm way too old to be hanging around high school dances." George told her, and Rita grinned. "Didn't stop you from hooking up with Chloe last year at the dance."

"I do love me some Chloe." George mused, pondering upon his adventures with the redheaded senior from last year, he then shrugged. "Nah. You'll have to go make it without me. Ask Seb. That should be fun."

"Fuck off." Rita said, waving him off, checking her phone. Kalvin had sent her another text. And her mom had called her. "I should probably head home." Rita told George, whom grinned. " I have a skype meeting in like, fifteen. So I better shower, and get dressed."

"And some pants."

"Not for a skype meeting, I don't." George said, laughing as he headed into the bathroom.