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Just Noodles who like eating noodles

Age: 22

A bit late to say this, but retired

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@Genon - Accepted, updated the OOC, so feel free to join in if you're still interested

@everyone - Also, just an activity check here, to see if who is still interested. My apologies for the messy Marine battle part, kind of made a blunder for that one still >_>
Ugh… Alesia thought, as she felt herself being carried by someone. On the previous instant, she was falling, that was what she remembered. Quickly shifting to her flighty weight, catching those two from the skies seemed to be the weight of one person. “Thanks,” Alesia got herself up at the ship decks. Grasping on the steering wheel, the White Pearl disengaged itself from the White Pearl, amidst the swirling smoke and the night.


The White Pearl
“No signs of them……” The full moon was high up in the skies. Normally, she would be in the Captain Quarters by then. But not after this encounter with that old swordsman. The draping night reminded her of that Valar from the Brown Isles. To think that those Marines have those drowning stones, and she swore to herself not to touch those things again. It only works on people who ate Devil Fruit, from the looks of it.

After Loguetown, the Grand Line would be up ahead. Alesia watched the starry horizons. Tomorrow, they will reach Loguetown. “Go sleep, Scruffy,” Alesia patted Arafael’s fur, before dozing off at the railings.


The Harbour of Loguetown
The morning sun shone the Harbour of Loguetown brightly. Sight of seagulls flew in flocks along the coasts. Those without bombs, fortunately. Vendors and stalls of Loguetown lined up the main streets, leading towards the town centre was the execution platform of the Pirate King, Gold Roger.

After the anchor is dropped, Alesia grabbed a treasure chest, the treasure chest that the crew seized from the Shade Pirates back at the Brown Isles. “Before we are to head into the Grand Line, we shall be splitting the plunder. And on the funds---“ The pet wolf Arafael ran down the gangplank. “Wait, Scruffy!” Alesia, still holding the treasure box by her side, chased after that white wolf.

Arafael made his way towards the main streets, to blend itself amongst the crowd. He was not going to stay with them any longer, not especially when they've gotten their hands on seastones.
“Of people who call themselves as justice, and yet their acts suggest otherwise.” Shakar was amused to hear that word of justice from the Pirate, Flint. Mist seeped from the holes to the lower deck.

“Fending off dragonfire? That is true, I was just planning to do so,” The corner of his eye caught sight of a forthcoming grenade.

The Dragonfire rained down and brightened the evening sky, almost engulfing the entire Marine sloop.

Shakar threw his marine coat to one side. His rough forearms showed signs of countless scars, the older ones blending along his tanned skin. “Dragon’s Descent, Thirteenth Slash.” The blade of that old man sprang upwards in a rattling arc. Ripples of air erupted from the tip of Shakar’s blade. The slicing gales and winds looks more like a gulliotine to Alesia. The flames, mercilessly swept away from that slash from the Lietuenant Shakar, soaring towards the Dragon.

Thrusting Winds. Alesia sent forward a blast of wind off her blade, to fend off against the slash from that old man.

The thrusting winds, combined with the Dragonfire, clashed against one another. Smog and Gales erupted in ripples by ripples above the Marine Ship. Even then it seemed that Shakar had the upper hand.

Alesia noticed the grenade thrown by the first mate of the crew. That Flint is good at using explosions. She hurled all force towards that grenade.

The blast of the grenade merged along the Dragonfire and the thrusting winds, as if woven together like an embroidery. The winds stopped, as the combined attack of the three clashed along with the Thirteenth Slash. Smoke gushed out from the point where the four attacks met. The smoke and the mist from the marine ship, started to cover the upper decks, the last trickle of sunset waning from the horizons.

That Slicing Guillotine is fended off. She was actually expecting the attack to work better than ‘just fending off his blade’. The battle has concluded regardless, as she could barely discern the image of that old marine. But she wasn’t going to let her guard down.

The Marine Ship deck

“So, you want this blade?” Shakar sheathed his blade from a safe distance of Flint. “You can have it!”

It wasn’t any drawing of the blade, Shakar flung his blade off the scabbard. The seastone blade soared, with its hilt pointed towards the Dragon Bakuto.

Drawing out his scabbard off his waist, Shakar parries away the slashes from Flint, the edges shaving away into its plywood.

The hilt of the seas stone blade soared towards them. One touch and….. Clearing off her stray thoughts, Alesia leapt off the Dragon’s head without any hesitation. That blade must be stopped at all costs. Dust cleared away from the hilt of the flying blade. Even at her full weight, she could feel the winds soaring around the blade mercilessly. She thrusted her cutlass forward. The snake’s bite meets the hilt of the seastone blade. As long as I don’t touch that thing…

Her cutlass bulged. This is ten tonnes……. Alesia reached forward, grasping the handle with her free hand. The feeling of drowning and seasickness surged upon her once again. She held on the seastone hilt despite, grabbing onto the seastone hilted sword tightly in gasping breaths. Alesia succumbed to the seastone, letting the blade loose as she blackened after drowning in mid-air. The heavier seastone hilted blade tumbled down along the masts and riggings, before the blade struck upon the deck floor of the White Pearl ship.

Alesia, was also on a free-falling path towards the deck of the White Pearl, and from the looks of it, she had barely regained her consciousness, let alone the use of her weight shifting powers.

“The Sword of the Starry Night wasn’t mine to begin with.” Smoke and mist clouded the pirate and the Marine Lieutenant, breaking away the second exchanges of attack. “It’s been a while since I find myself using a rifle.”

The choice is of Flints’, to challenge Shakar of his rifle, or to return to the ship..
@Genon ~ My apologies for taking that long to get back to you, was quite busy last week. For his techniques, we can work it out in PMs (a few things that might reveal too much on the oncoming events :X )

Most joined the crew before the story starts, but the crew would be set at Loguetown on the next round of posts, so your char might be meeting them there.

I'm still working on the summary as of right now, but I'll be updating the OOC first post soon, with a very brief intro for the next Island.
@Genon ~ Looks neat, but on the part of the Rokuougan, I'd prefer if using it carelessly would strain or even cripple his own arm.

And also on the Nightblades group, he will be the sole survivor by the start of the story ~
The Lower decks

Alesia held on the Dragon’s head. The full blast of the dragon swarmed the decks of the Marine ship, along the ship corridors without any interference from the outside. The corner of the ship hull burst into flames, the flames of the dragonfire spreading to the right half of the ship deck.

The upper decks @jerkchicken

Flames erupted the side hull. Smokes billowed the railings of the Marine ship. Those Marine soldiers started moving away from the burning half of the ship deck. Shakar remained unfazed at the scene of his own ship. “Interesting, so that girl is your captain?”

With his eye contact still focused on Flint, Shakar strikes the side of the oncoming blade. Both tips of the swords slammed the ground in each of their full force. The deck floor that crossed the two blades Cracked. The crack of the ship floor creeped towards the side of the ship deck, then a booming sound from the railings. A technique of some sort from Shakar.

The bullets that Flint fired struck with a loud thud, falling off the side of the seastone crossguard. And as how it was said, nothing can break seastone. Not even a dent or chipping on that hilt of Shakar’s Sword.

Shakar twisted his crossguard, and a few more pellets struck away the side of the hilt. He took a step back to evade the remaining onslaught of pellets, breaking off the first exchange of attacks.

The Lower deck @BladeSS4 @Others

A few cracks formed on the lower decks, before it punctured into a large hole with a loud boom. Seawater gushed in from the oversized hole of the ship hull. And that seemed to be deliberate, as mist and steam formed from the contact of Seawater and Dragonfire, greatly limiting the spread of the Fires, as the sheer mass of Seawater starts to engulf the bottom deck.

But even so, a waterlogged ship wouldn’t outrun the White Pearl. They had accomplished what they needed to do, the ship is ready to sail now.

As the waters start seeping into their side of the bottom decks, Alesia flashed out her cutlass that gleamed orange from the fires of the ship hull. She blasted a hole through the ceiling from the use of her Thrusting Winds technique.

“Hop on! We’re retreating!” Alesia ordered from the Lower decks. The gush of waters started to close in towards both.
@Genon ~ The bounty is too high. As long as Adrian isn't the one who personally kills a Noble of the Heavenly Dragon, and isn't the leader of the Hashashin Nightblades group.

Judging from the feats alone he would be about 50 million, or 88 million at most. Still you can put him as 500 million if you want, but what I can say is that a bounty like this is going to shorten the crew's lifespan, even before heading to the Grand Line.
The White Pearl

In midst of the battle Arafael straddled himself towards the side of the ship, before taking for himself for another nap. Its better for him to stick to the current plans, and get to Loguetown, steadfast. Its unlikely for the marines to sink this ship, still. And for their crew set of plans, Shakar would see to how things fulfill themselves. And now to talk about Shakar, that captain and the Dragon is challenging a swordfight with that old man. The smell of gunpowder was ever as irritating to his keen nose. A few of the bounties is due to being born to a wanted criminal, not that he has any opinions of that sort of thing. But that would be of what he sees, from his own sense of ‘Justice’

And he got grabbed by the scruff. Reluctantly, Arafael quieted down his howls to a lone whimper. He had to play his part here for now, convincingly.


The Marine Ship

Bakuto slammed on the ship deck, cracks on the surface forms. Sea Prism stones, she’d swore to herself not to touch on those things. That explains on the drowning, but that dragon seemed to be a whole lot of knowledgeable of those Marines. Another swing on that old man’s blade and she know how things would end up.

The giddiness on that drowning attack was gone for now, Alesia shifted herself into her full weight. “Ten Tonnes.” The entire marine ship tilted from the sudden change of the weight, as she evaded a slicing wind that would land on both of them if they had not done so. Marine soldiers scrambled to maintain their foothold on the less than stable ship, as the effort from both Bakuto and Alesia sank a good hole down the lower decks. The Slicing Winds swooped past above the place where they both used to be. That Lieutenant Shakar is clearly stronger than what his rank might suggest.

Shakar delivered a thrusting blow off his sword. Winds soared from the blade of Shakar, fanning away the fumes of the bullet. But, only for the flare that was aimed at him. The other fume hit a hole in the mainmasts of the marine ship, before it singes itself out. But it was good enough, should the crew decide to outrun the Marines at least.

“The captain sure likes to stick her noses into my battles…” Shakar sighed, taking a few glances on his long sword before asking Flint, “Just a question, does that lady with the violin happen to call herself ‘Handel’?”

Flock of crows emerged from the other side of the Marine ship, in drove by droves, it soared down towards the place where Flint was standing. “Falir’s crows doesn’t have bombs on them, but they’re very distracting.” Shakar's blade gleamed on the evening light.


The Lower Decks

“We’ve got some cover now, thanks for the help.” Alesia whispered to Bakuto below the crater hole, created from the help of that dragon and the sudden weight. Remembering that, Alesia changed back to her normal weight. The lower decks, the Quarters of the marine soldiers are mostly empty due to the ongoing battle. But that serves as a better place for her, now that they can hide away from that old man. “Now we can burn the hull from here~”
Selovia

After finishing off the orc with the stab of the throat. The battle was pretty much over. The orcs had made a retreat for the night battle. She was glad that the group had managed the threat of the orcs well enough. In fact, it concluded faster than she’d expect. And now that the few people of the band are keeping the watch for the night, it seems that she wasn’t really needed, for now.

“I’ll be returning to my camp, will be ready should there be anything.”
Selovia walked off to her encampment, placing her spear back onto her holster. Returning to the camps, that might not be a good idea so, after the surprise visit from those orcs. Selovia placed her spear by her side, within arms’ reach. Should there be any further attacks,…

But for now, she’ll have her long beauty sleep, before what that goes ahead. Pulling on the blankets, the night of the desert was freezing, especially when sleeping in her plate armour.

The time of the morning was peaceful, as she got herself up, lazily. The group are about to move ahead, She thought, gathering her lightly-packed supplies.
Selovia

Orcs? Selvoia spread open the tent, barely suppressing a yawn as she does so. To meet those orcs at the night, but that was not out of expectations. Hastily, she moved herself towards the field, putting on the brown coat over the chilly desert. Nevertheless, that’s part of the job as a mercenary. She’d wished to have fought at a brighter, and of course a warmer place. Gathering herself along the mercenary band, Selovia positioned herself along the lines, pulling out her spear as she brandishes the cold iron grip with her two hands. Selovia was prepared to cast her magic at any moment, even though she isn’t well versed in fighting with that kind of thing, but it might come to use sometimes.

Following the first onslaught of attacks, each of the Bloodrose irregulars has been occupied in their battles.

Selovia decided to assist Olivia on the 3 shielded orcs. Putting herself in front of the one of the three orcs, Selovia lowered the stance of her spear, the spear slightly pointed downwards. As one of the shielded orcs enters into the reach of the spear, Selovia with one twist of her wrist, sended an upwards thrust towards the orc. That thrust was for two purposes. To disarm the orc’s shield, and even its weapon from below. And to pierce that orc’s neck, the neck is a very good spot to receive the full blow of the spear.
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