Pacifista

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

"Not a bad choice," Pen admitted, before calling, "Salmon!" Leaning back, he shrugged, "You'd think the fish'd be crap too but they seem to know what they're doing with that."

As the wait for food began, Pen kept his ear out, keeping quiet as the various conversations began to creepy up again. Leaning closer to his comrade in blue, Pen began, "The grub's good, but I come here for another reason. Believe it or not, I am a Marine, after all."

After some minutes passed, a homely serving woman arrived with a bowl of stew and a plate of fish, clattering silverware down without so much as a nod. Letting it slid, Pen grabbed his fork, jabbing it lightly towards a nearby table.

Two men in bandanas, tattoos covered, spoke: "If your big eagle can accept no more than a silver, his worm will be where he left it."

Scooping up a bit of his fish, Pen nodded, mentioning quietly, "Looks like someone took something of value and is ransoming it back..."

Glancing over to a table on the other side, he heard, "It's true that the rat and the weasel can defeat the snake, but what of the seagull?"

Pen huffed, "Psh, a pirate alliance? Won't last long..."

Another one, at the table just behind Pen, "When the ants reach, the bird's shell shall fall."

Pen froze up a bit, before digging in for another bite of fish, trying to act natural. Swallowing, he whispered, "H-huh? They're going after a Marine Base...somehow..." Trying to ignore his slight increase of sweat, he stuffed more food in his mouth, as if ignoring it.

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Hmm, I want to do a fight too...

I have other posts though, so hopefully I'll get it up tomorrow or Tuesday! But you two should maybe work on yours a little too. :3

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Yay! And it only took...actually I don't want to check. D:

Also, I totally would have given you guys fights! But I don't mind that you gave yourself one either, to be honest. But let's give him a name, shall we? Let's go with First Lieutenant Toledo!

As for my next post, I might need to rethink a couple of things, but if you guys are going to do that fight, you can go ahead and get started! When it comes to fights I'd rather the players handle it, so make it fun! If you want an example of what one might look like, I might be able to squeeze one into my next post, but that's optional, so I'll only do it if asked. o:

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

He's been online once or twice since Hillan left, but since his last post almost two weeks ago I personally have not heard anything from him. Hillan has, sure, but at this rate, it looks like I'm going to have to drop him. >:

Once you guys post though I'll be posting so that you guys can keep at it: I see no reason to wait with Hillan gone and Aldridge MIA. o:

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

Midstep, Pen was forced to a halt, leg trying to get ground as a hand on his shoulder kept him back. "H-hey. What?" The larger Marine explained himself loudly, making Pen exclaim, "Wait, what!?"

From ahead, the Marine turned his gaze, spotting the two. Overly long silver hair flipping a bit, he stomped over, nabbing his other sword en route. He wore a white vest with blue pants and a gray coat wrapped around his waist. "Pendleton! To what do I owe the displeasure?"

Gritting his teeth at Lieutenant Junior Grade Janiel, Pen hissed, "Huh? I was just checking to see why they put a dump in the middle of town, but it was just you."

"Oh, that's the best you've got? Why should I bother with the likes of you?"

"Why shouldeth I bother with the likes of youeth?" Pen repeated in a screechier voice.

Eye twitching, Janiel scoffed, "I'm not dealing with you today." Turning back to the blacksmith, he slammed down a few big bills before taking both swords, leaving only the eyes watching the scene.

Pen grumbled, "Stupid money having..." Loosening up a bit,he slipped his hands into his pockets, slouching as he grumbled, "Let's go get some food."

A few minutes of travel through the dusty town later, Pen cracked open the swinging doors to a slightly dingier than usual looking place. Voices became hushed for a moment as the Marines began to enter, but while they weren't the only ones, most here seemed to be huddled in groups of at least two, speaking in hushed tones once the Marines made their way in.

"Don't get the eggs, you'll be in bed for a week. Unless you want to be in bed for a week: they're reliable like that."

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

Leading the way, Pen headed out of the Mess, tramping across dusty grounds to reach the edge of the HQ, moving beyond the walls to the Town. As they walked through, Pen's eyes watched as folk, women and children more often than not, mulled about in the early morning. The walking pair got the occasional smile, as Marine uniforms tended to receive in a town of those related to them, but at the same time, a few conspicuously looked away from the gruff duo. Pen didn't pay it much mind though: no point in fooling around with these people, as they were always 'well, my ____ is a Marine too!' Yeah, no shit.

Moving past the edge of the Base Town, the two went down yet another path, flanked by a poorly kept fence. At its end, a staircase built into the cliffside wound downwards, overlooking the shadowy buildings below, a port visible in the distance, many of the ships unmarked. As they began to head down, Pen scoffed, "Can you believe this is still Headquarters?"

After a steep trek to the bottom, the two were in Undertown proper. Now those mulling about were largely men, in various states between Marine and sour sea dog. Some even had tattoos or other markings of affiliation, poorly hidden, if they bothered at all.

Stepping around a few buildings, Pen knew the exact path he was taking. Turning one corner, however, a voice he heard made him come to a stop, glancing around.

"-this wave pattern? Did I ask for this wave pattern!? No, you're screwing around with me, aren't you!"

Sidling to the nearest corner, Pen watched as a Marine, holding a katana with a brightly colored sheath, shaking it as he raged at the blacksmith, who seemed a bit tired of the Marine's crap. Eyes wandering, Pen saw yet another sword lying on a barrel just behind the Marine.

Grinning mischievously, Pen suggested, "Well, that's not right. A Marine not giving business to our Marine contracted smiths? Well, he can keep his new blade, but that other one is Marine property!"

Letting that proclamation hang in the air, Pen shuffled forwards, moving to approach the Marine from the other side, leaving the sword on the barrel in the clear.

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Oh you cheeky little...

I mean, have fun! >_>

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

o:

Against who, I wonder?

One Piece: Blighted Seas and Thundering Skies

Hmm, @Aldridge has been online but still hasn't gotten back to me.

@Tendo @Crimson Lion You guys still going good? o:

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

The sound surprise him every time: that gritty yet squelchy splat, followed by a strange wobbly sound.

Pen used to be starving, but he wasn't any more. Eyes glazed over as he walked over to an open seat, he set his tray down, still trying to gauge what color his food was and what color it used to be.

Of course, at this hour, the mess hall wasn't exactly packed. Anyone with any smarts had already gotten up early and snuck over to Undertown, or was on their way. Regretting his rare burst of responsible thinking, Pen muttered nonsense quietly, mentally grumbling, I can't eat this: you'd have to be drunk or dying. Actually I'd still probably turn my nose up then.

"I can tell ya feel the same lad, 'ahmean who actually enjoys this drool? Naw us men need real food, meats and strong drinks. Whadya say?"

Pen blinked for a moment, looking up at the large man who's stature didn't quite match his rank and file uniform. Actually Pen was 90% sure there was a 0% chance he saw this guy before, and he wasn't any good at math. Discarding that information, he glanced down at his food again, stomach turning. Gritting his teeth, he shoved it aside, agreeing, "Yeah, screw responsibility! I know a place, you see. Name's Pen, by the way."

Sure, Commander Ferghus could arrive at any time, but unless he had some awesome cooks, Pen wasn't exactly in the mood to be jumping on his vessel.

Standing, Pen adjusted his suit coat, grinning, "You aren't afraid of Undertown, are you?" Not like anyone has reason to be, all bark and no bite...