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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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Kuhn took in what Johannes was saying, he wanted their help to take down the companies. Kuhn was intrigued, as seen by his never moving gaze from Johannes, watching the knight's every move, his hand resting on the holster of his revolver. Johannes explained he, and his men, not explaining quite how many of them there were, would aid them in anyway they could. Kuhn figured that would be just fine, but when he looked over to his side, he saw Chester shaking.

"... We agree." He said, gritting his teeth. "We'll take down the Companies, and you can help."

"Eyup. Their biggest guy, Cerulean's got it out for the Cap'n here. And we've all got a bit of history with the Quartz company. The other two have been a pain in our necks for quite sometime, too."

As the man in the armor boarded the ship, Kuhn had already registered him, and assesed how big of a threat he was - he looked sort of tough, but nothing he, Macario, or the Cap'n couldn't handle. More importantly, he did not look like he was from one of the companies. An ally, mayhaps. Lina did not look too surprised to see him, so it was safe to assume Lina knew him.

Chester, still stuck on the subject of Cerulean. "Oh, yeah. I guess he would count that as beating me. I'll just have to beat him up even worse, to get him back, then." Chester commented, putting his fist in his hand, as if to suggest his idea was groundbreaking. "That is how that would go, Cap'n." Kuhn said, bemused, but sarcastic. He looked over at Johannes, as soon as he opened his mouth, and Chester listened, carefully.

"Armor, long hair, no scars in the face. By the looks of things, you's a bitch, no?"

"... Cap'n.. Behave."

"I mean, you know what they say about assuming.."

".. What do they say about Assuming?"

"Do it often and frequently, right? Old Marineford motto, I believe."

"Just answer his damn question." Kuhn told him, rubbing his forehead, still incapable of quite comprehending Chester's logic. "Bitchy-ness aside. Yes, we are Pirates. You wanna fight?.. Or drink? Pleeeassee tell me you want to drink, I'm dying of thirst over here!"

Macario got his supplies, and Chester dug into the medical bag he had brought. "Wait, you don't have any booze?.. For numbing the pain, I mean." He asked, only to be met with a look of dismay. Soon, he would be patched up, bandages on the stitches Macario had lazily put in - stitches that wouldn't even have been good enough to fit a patch in a pair of pants, even less so a human, Chester had bitched and moaned about his bedside manners sucking the entire time.

When the others arrived, Lina asked him questions, apparently concerned about her home. Chester's fingers were finding their way to his bandages, scratching at them, and soon even putting his fingers directly onto the skin, scratching it only for him to flinch in pain, and Kuhn slapping his hand to make him stop.

As he put his hand out of his wound, he sniffed the fingers and made a disgusted grimace. Kuhn looked at him, tired. "Da hell did ya' expect there, cap'n?" Chester shook his head. "Cerulean ambushed me. Got me by surprise, decked me in the chest and threw me in the water.. And worst of all.. He destroyed my drink. Where is he? I wanna beat him up!" He said, peering over the railing. Kuhn grabbed the somewhat shorter captain by the wrist, and pulled him onto the floor of the deck again. "Rest. Eat. I brought a few bottles of grog from da inn. And a bag of food, figured you and 'Muscles over here would need it." He said, pointing at Macario, tossing the second bag to Macario.

"What inn was that again?" Chester asked, between bits of the steak, and chugging down the bottle of rum Kuhn had gotten him.

".. Don't even get me' startd, Cap'n.."

Chester looked over at Macario, and then at the blue-clad man crawling towards him, holding his leg that the Pirate had hit him in. The captain was looking down at the ground, a look of sorrow on his face. His blonde hair was dirtied from the seawater - not unheard off and his torn grey shirt had been stained by the blood leaking out of his chest in the X-shaped mark Cerulean had made, it was a shallow cut, sure, but it still stung.

Almost as much as the rage boiling inside of Chester. When Macario asked him how it was going, the blue clad man on the beach had made his way to Chester, holding out his hand. Chester saw the azure color, and let out a cold glare, freezing the man in place, only to deliver a swift kick to his ribs, sending him flying up onto a pile of other blue-clad idiots, knocking them all down like pins.

"It was a waste of my god damn time. That Blue clad FREAK is gonna pay for what he did!" Chester shouted, leaping onto the Hinnon Breeze.

"HE DESTROYED MY BOOZE! I'M GONNA KICK HIS ASS!" Chester shouted, letting the blue goons know that their boss had in fact failed, and there would be hell to pay.

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it's a dressing gown you uncivilised fuck

also yes i'm six and a half years old


Correct.

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Knowing your activity, neh.


Knowing how I'll fuck your face, yeh.

Edit: No homo.

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I already have two applications for a jonin spot so consider this unlikely given you've already said you didn't want a hands-on character, dumbass.


I changed my god damn mind, bitchtits.

Gonna be making a Jounin sheet, nerds.

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