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6 yrs ago
Current EA games are a waste of HDD space
7 yrs ago
Roasted by the summer heat~
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7 yrs ago
Was eating a sausage and the skewer splintered >.< ...
7 yrs ago
Yamcha defeated Frieza, spoiler alert~
7 yrs ago
Addicted to Oreos ~~
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Just Noodles who like eating noodles

Age: 22

A bit late to say this, but retired

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Janet

"Alright Sir," Janet snorted, her hand twitched at the sudden grasp on her wrist. Had it be the day before, she would've let loose of her powers by now. But it was fortunate that she had figured out her Devil Fruit control well enough to continue the act. All she needed is to maintain her patience, and she's starting to feel regret over getting into this ordeal. On the brighter side, getting towards the captain was what she wanted to do since the beginning. A towing mission...? Those damned pirates are really playing games with us!

For now, she would continue with the act and 'assist' the Marine.
Bertol

Bertol sat cross-legged beside the table, rolling on a set of 5 dices. He adjusted his straw hat, taking a puff on his gold-rimmed tabac pipe. The TRUE BLUE ship would be approaching in any moment now. As per usual, the die landed on all sixes. Five Sixes would be the strongest roll or the weakest, depending on the game. Of course, he wouldn't use his shaved dice carelessly.

Undoing the creases of his dark green sleeves, Bertol took out a moon-shaped Materia from his fat leather purse laden in gold coins. His Moon Materia glowed as he mantained out a small trickle of his magic that is ready to be casted at any timing. "How much treasure does they have? I wonder." He grabbed his wooden staff, as he turned to observe the TRUE BLUE vessel. Best that he do nothing for now, for he is the type of person who prefers catching his opponents by surprise.
Harken

Harken gasped for breath as she looked upon the approaching lady of Dark Clothing, Xia. No signs of any magic, yet... That black dress was more perculiar that anything she'd seen, and she found herself pondering on what was that thing in front of her eyes. An Artefact of the Shadow... Harken grimaced at the sight of Xia's glasses. She tensed up at the lady's young appearance, she'd heard of some Darkfiends capable of changing their face. Must never let down my guard...

"No! I live and die together with the spear!! We are proud warriors married to none but the spear, and the Spear Maidens of the Borderlands will not yield to the likes of Thag'dron!" The five finger's of her left hand scraped the surface of the soil. She knew what would happen after calling the true name of the Dark Lord. The incoming searing pain that reaches all the way down the bones, that will surface towards the very soul. But what does it matter anyways, since the Dark Pits Atudusna is the last place before she would cease to exist.

Nothing happened.

"Eh...? Impossible..." The shaft of Harken's spear dropped upon her buckler. Every single time without fail, she had seen those unfaithful to the Dark Lord naming him. And he was sealed deep within Atudusna, The Darkest Lands, but his name carries that influence. Nobody had ever killed a Dark General in a thousand years, let alone the Dark Lord. Yet the Dark Lord's name carries little meaning here... Now to mention, she doesn't look like she was lying, wasn't she...?

"... I was in the middle of a battle against those damned traitors... Are there anybody else with me?" Harken placed her bloodstained veil to one side, chucking her spear back to her quiver. Her hand was still near her side, as if ready to draw at anytime she needed. Yet she showed no killing intention, it was just how she was taught, a habit that she found it hard to get rid of.

Here's my CS ~


Janet

Janet looked at the marine, letting out a slight hiss. She'd restrained her swearings coming out from her mouth, something that is rather challenging for her. But it had to be done, she had to blend in and act like a proper marine recruit.

"I just joined the marines recently, sir~" Janet adjusted her cap like a nervous Marine on her first day at work. "I'll scrub the decks--- wait a minute, who are you?!"

She veered her eyes towards a stranger with petite height. Her javelin flashed out in an whirling arc as she charged towards the thief, her sleeves fluttering under the moonlight. Just before Janet reached the girl, one of her feet have churned out a ball of smoke that quickly engulfed her and the Marine recruit.

This would be convincing enough... It would look like the girl have used a smokescreen against the marines.

"Ugh... you okay... Sir?" Janet straddled out the smokescreen, pretending to cough from the harmless effects of her smoke. "We've got company!" Janet shouted out to the rest of the Marines who are apparently still sleeping at night. There she could take advantage of the confusion and infiltrate deeper into the ship...
Klaus

Klaus looked away from the Faries. Old Falthier, not another ancient ruins. She pondered whether the ruins they've encountered a week before have something to do with that one. She was eager to pursue the black-dressed lady without delay, not to lose the trail of the magician. But one part of her had told her that it isn't a very good decision. Just like what that immortal Knight said about not blindly attacking someone that she doesn't know about, if I'd remembered it correctly...

Despite how things were going, Klaus still found it hard to take the faries seriously. From their manner of speech... Wait, I know... since they're known to be harmless...

"Kopuro, Feeree," Klaus approached the faries, trying to put on a more gentle and refined tone of speech, "Would you all mind to keep the dark lady under watch? There's no need for you faries to do anything there, you all just have to keep us informed on her whereabouts."
Janet

Janet inched herself out of the creaking hammock. Much to her surprise, there wasn't even a burnt mark on the pillow she'd slept on. Yawning, she turned towards the basin, washing her face for the morning. Her bundle of spears are stacked atop an empty barrel, as she squinted under the wick of the lantern to see a different workings of knots tied around each of her javelins. She rummaged her spear into her leather backpack drowsilly.

The sight of the night sky was quite soothing from the view of the railings. The view of the twinkling stars, the surface of the sea, and a marine ship. Marine Ship...?

Just as she was trying to figure out what had happened, she was approached by a Marine grunt who seemed surprised to stumble a person than anything. Janet charged towards the Marine and she pummeled his chest with the back end of the spear. She didn't use any explosions, as she wouldn't want to attract any unnecessary attention when there's a marine ship right beside.

Tying up the Marine that was knocked down, she put on his marine uniform as she stuffed the unconscious man into her bedroom. It was a bit loose, but its a good fit if she wants to blend in. First off... I've to know what's going on...

Under the cover of the night, Janet headed towards the Marine Ship, with a disguise of a marine recruit.

Harken

What happened...? Harken sneered under her veil that covered most of her face. The dawn of the battle turning night in an instant. No cries of battle, the clashes of spears and swords, or even the splatterings of corpses. Dark Magic...? The Spear Maiden prickled her finger with her bloodstained spear gently. She twitched as a fresh crackle of blood trickled down her finger normally. Its too perfect to be magic... Even the Dark Generals couldn't cast a spell like this one... And, her soul would've been destroyed by now if she was really caught into a spell by those beings...

She couldn't really comprehend her surroundings, it was strange even by the standards of her 'visit' of the Western Kingdom. A campfire with Elves of furry ears and a girl with strange clothing, only the Dragonkin and the Dwarf looks mundane to her. Even the orc is perculiar to her. Orcs... this one can speak the common tongue? Her grasp on her spear was so tense that her hand turned white, and dried blood from battle grazes started drawing up new lines along her right arm. So this is how it is... The Dark Pits, Atudusna... They've taken me here... To think that there're even dragonkins on their side... She gritted her teeth despite the sear of her forehead.

"Accursed Fiends of the Dark, you can tear my damned soul all you want, but know that the Bringer of the Light will rise and slay the Dark Lord!!!" Harken pointed her spear towards the group, leaning forwards despite her broken leg rooting her to the ground. If this day was the day of defeat, she would die together with the spear. That was of her pride as a Spear Maiden of the borderlands.
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