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Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @Enkryption @The Irish Tree @Rezod92@Crowvette@AzureKnight

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Gringor took front, following Nobutada closely as he outright shove past the bulls. Joining in the destruction as his axe slammed into Varjan brigands with one hand, the other hefting his newly ill-gained shield that he had stolen from the Iron Legion. Looking almost like one of their member if not for the mismatched armor that he acquired much earlier.

Slamming one away with the shield, Gringor looked around. Taking a deep sniff of the air to find the scent, but it was weird. There should be more, and there's none of those hardy bois.

"...Forward!" He swung his axe sideways and sent many of the brigands flying, shield in hand as he went deeper. Eyes on the main building, hopefully, he get his fun fight there. Otherwise, this would've been a dreadfully waste of time.

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Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Skarsneek snuck past most of the sentries, keeping an eye out as he moved without any sound at all. Using his body strength to even climb and swung between gaps easily.

So far, it didn't looked like there was any nasty surprise or traps. Physical ones at least, magical was always a pain to handle. Keeping a track of the timing and looking to the sides occasionally to see the other Shizuyama group at their own pace.

That's when the alarm rang and Skarsneek immediately went to the ceiling. Clinging like a spider even as Varjan blearily strapped their armor and helmet to meet the intruder.

He then intentionally waited a few more minutes, seeing the surge of Varjans slowing to a trickle to meet the exposed group.

Finally, he dropped down, snapped his quarter-staff into two large sticks and hurled himself to the back of the Varjan group. Sweeping, kicking and slamming them where they least expect it as his small frame can outright send a man flying.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @Enkryption @The Irish Tree @Rezod92@Crowvette@AzureKnight

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Weighing the scales, Skarsneek mind worked as he figured which action was the most suitable.

A moment passed, and he turned to his compatriots.

"I'll hit the castle grounds. Try to take over the inner gates and control them." The goblin made his choice before winking to everyone. "Feel free to join me, ladies."

With that, he slowly snuck off into the gap and moved with the ease of a master-thief. Taking a look back to see who's following before moving out.

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe.

Gringor listened to the group, eyes fixed onto the watchtowers. Agreeing that it was lightly defended, it looked like a waste of time instead of a proper fight.

Still, the underboss asked to take them, and so they will. Especially when asked on how to start the fight.

"We break-" He pointed the large gates. "Door."

"Or climb that tower." Gringor suggested the more exciting one for him. "Then break the door."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @Enkryption @The Irish Tree @Rezod92@Crowvette@AzureKnight

Skarsneek and Gringor

"I'll do the sneaking." Skarsneek said, arms crossed with a grin. That was his forte after all, much to the snorting of a High Orc.

"Gringor will go straight." Gringor huffed before looking at Nobutada, finally seeing the lazy monk get up. "This time, Gringor will smash, then you go."

The High Orc remembered Nobutada strength, and this time, he was eager for another rematch. At least, in using his strength.

With a wave of his hand and roll of his eyes, Skarsneek joined the second team. "Well, hello my friends. Let's do our best to not kill each other, shall we? At least, not until this fights over."

He ribbed the three Shizuyamans good heartedly, especially Sorae. Recalling the little stint they had in the last mission and feeling a little miffed at that.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @Enkryption @The Irish Tree @Rezod92@Crowvette@AzureKnight

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Gringor marched to the temple, ready and waiting for the orders. Eyes glancing to the others and making a note of how the air was different as his nose picked up multiple unfamiliar scent.

Most of all, was this aprehension smell. It was different, from one that was about to go into a fight, at least from his experience.

Still, it didn't seemed like it matter to him anyways as he looked at Takeshi before huffing at his question. Signaling that he was good to go at anytime.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek @Enkryption @The Irish Tree @Rezod92@Crowvette@AzureKnight

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

"Hey, a little warning you idiot!" Skarsneek ears rang with a lingering whistle as he hissed, hands cupping it.

As he looked at the limping Na'kratz, Skarsneek blinked momentarily before realizing what she did to him. "You injured him? You actually injured him?! How's he supposed to work now?!"

You kill him AFTER he's tired and done, not at the start! He thought angrily as he examined the wound. It wasn't fatal but it was still a wound.

A traitorous voice gleefully pointed out he can watch him die slowly and laugh. The logical one agreed, no point in helping. Never mind the medicine wasted to help an enemy. It also spread terror and fear.

Skarsneek shoved all that to the sides, the thing that mattered now was the big picture. There was no room for short-sightedness.

"Patch this idiot up!" Skarsneek pick up Na'kratz under his shoulders, causing more work for him to do. It didn't matter if it hit any vitals, the sheer rumors that surrendering means execution or maiming was going to burgeon out of control.

If this gets, no, forget it. The whole town knew by now. The doubts that people surrendering to them in hopes of being spared was sown, already, he can imagine just how much more the normal rank and file Varjans would fight harder or surrender less. Same also with more of the other Shizuyamas.

Gods, he rather Cecilia just murdered Na'kratz instead of wounding him now. At least that would've been consistent.

The goblin had to drag Na'kratz to where Ayu was, hoping that the wound was a clean one rather than a messy one. At least the healing would take less time.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe.

Gringor winced at the sound, wondering just what it was? A spell? The hanging smell also had him curled his face and snorted.

The commotion made him look at the fallen sorcerer as he rubbed his ears. Smelling the iron tang in the air.

"Soft." He huffed at the injured Na'kratz, completely dismissive at the violence. How was it that the lazy monk was tougher than the armored boi?

Still, with shrug of his shoulders, he turned towards the blacksmith first. Already looking to take care of his newly acquired armor from those heavily armored bois. It was completely damaged in some areas but he managed to scrapped parts of it and hopefully, be able to add onto his current armor.

For now, he hefted the large shield that he acquired from the Iron Grinder captain. Testing it out as he swung his axe and used the shield in tandem. He was still unused to the shield but it was a solid slad of metal. Using it as a weapon was something he can do.

Recalling how the Iron Grinder fought, he copied it as best as he can but most of it remained irrelevant. Gringor noted that it fitted a stabba rather than a choppa.

He'll have to figure it out mid-way of the battle then.

His nose then picked the underboss scent, and nearly everyone gathering. Already, the pheromones slowly flowed from him. It was coming, another fight.

With that, Gringor headed to the temple.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight@Enkryption@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree@Rezod92 @Crowvette

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Moving back down as he looked at the quickly departing girls alongside Shizuka. He shrugged his shoulders at that, well, that's their thing. He'll have to drop by and see what's wrong with them.

Walking onto the road and waving at the Raiju, then he heard their last gosssip and it made him turn to face them.

Winking, he mouthed out silently.

I'm a guy.

Then quickly he left, leaving them with a mystery of the ages. At least it'll be sure to get them to come.

AS they marched down the road, he stuck close to his wife and nodded his head towards them. “You two alright?”

"And also, I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you in time." With a dark look, he clenched his fist. The big pictures were all that mattered, but at that moment, it was undeniable that he had essentially left his wife to fend for herself.

It didn't sit well, with him. Not at all.

“For you, Takeshi? Getting rid of the students helped but you still didn’t learn the technique.” He looked at Takeshi, raising some of his concerns. “Maybe get Shizuka to teach you, he seems familiar with the basics.”

“You’re gonna have to learn how to get the remaining surviving students on your side.” He added, fingers waving and gesturing about. “Every manpower at this point counts, just say that the master got defeated by you and that means you’re better or something.”

“Also, they now know where we’re located. Best either we relocate or start being active in our defense. Wouldn't want to get blindsided again.”

“So I called for some extra help. He should be arriving soon…unless he’s off doing something like rescuing maidens.” Skarsneek added with a snicker before patting Takeshi's arms. “But he’s strong, a little messed up in the head, I can guarantee his strength.”

“Oh don’t worry, he’s not a Mamono, and I think you might find him more in common with Shizuyama. At least…on certain topics.”

—-

Gringor of the Ironhide tribe

Seeing his underboss moving out, Gringor looked towards the remaining Raiju.

“Don’t forget, you follow underboss Takeshi now. Where we go for fighting, you follow.” He lifted his axe one more time before striding off, dragging the thunderstruck Iron Legion with him in one arm alongside his armor while picking up the metal shield up with another. “We stay there.”

He pointed to the general direction of where they came from before quickly following the group.

Now to find how to take the armor and repair it. Gringor idly thought, recalling that other Varjan boi in their camp. He’ll drop by them.

On hearing his underboss talk, he grinned widely.

“Good day, fights was fun!” Slamming his axe against the newly shield he procured. “More fun than fights back home! Can stay here and fight forever!”

“But we’z need more armor, choppa and shamanz.” He said to Takeshi bluntly before tilting his head to the Iron Legion. “Normal Varjan bois, no problem, but them ‘ard bois are.”

“More boiz too.” Before thinking on a moment as Gringor found a solution to their predicament and added. “So we need to strike and take their lootz.”

“We go to their camp, bash their heads in. Take everything, and use it to bash more heads in.”

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight@Enkryption@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree@Rezod92 @Crowvette

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Skarsneek hummed as he watched the proceeding slightly from afar, a question waving in his head the whole time now that he actually paid attention. More so after the Mad Hatter screamed, he had grabbed his clubs unconsciously.

Seeing the Mad Hatter move along side her face cracking and mushroom popping out, he watched her warily.

"Right, anyone wants to explain further on who's Dinah?" He asked Liliana and Kerry, confused at the two mixup on names. "She's like...a twin of Alice or something? You said something about merging and ripping eyes out-?"

Honestly, with how things escalated, it was hard to keep track.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe.

Gringor on the other hand was busy with his things as he took the Iron Grinder Leader body, and hefted it over his shoulders while carrying his newly acquired shield.

Walking towards the four raiju, he raised his axe in salute to them for acknowledgement.

"All of you, gonna join fight? Then you follow Underboss Takeshi, or Shizuka. Or I crack yer 'eads in." He dictated, not even a request as it was an order. "If not, then do whatever you want."

Feeling quite satisfied for today's brawl, they defeated the students, he gained a new shiny, and new lads joined their band. It was a good day.

Yet, for a High Orc like him, it was never enough. There was always the next fight to look forward to.

Moving back to the group, he hollered to them loudly. "Oy,good fight! When's the next one underboss?!"

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@AzureKnight@Enkryption@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree@Rezod92 @Crowvette

Skarsneek & Gringor

Skarsneek watched, his fingers flicking the club as he let it fall from his hands. Gringor watched from behind as he lowered his shoulders and let his ax fell to the ground but his arms still held it.

Then before he could do to intervene, others taken the faster initiative and struck the Iron Grinder before they needed to. Freeing the fairy and arms fallen to one side.

That's when the heavens themselves descended as lightning struck the Iron Grinder, shocking him to the core and fall lifelessly.

"Well, talk about lucky." Skarsneek can't helped but laugh at that scene. It felt so karmic.

Though when they're joined by Takeshi, asking if the heavens were gentle somehow, that had Skarsneek looking upwards to the skies.

And barely after that statement, a blinding flash struck the earth and greeted by Mamonos. Much to his surprise as he wrecked his brain trying to figure these ones out.

"Do you know what types of Mamono they are?" He asked his wife covertly. Not wanting to appear ignorant to others since he was often the brains.

Though he quickly bowed back to them and introduced himself as well as Atsuha and Hinami.. "Well, name's Skarsneek, nice to meetcha! And this my lovely wife, and her sister."

Gringor meanwhile looked towards the Iron Grinder struck by lightning, poking him with the butt of his axe before noticing the latter's still alive.

Armor's ruined though. His eyes spotted some damage, he'll need to find a smith for these.

Moving away, one thing that did survived was the shield he had knocked away earlier. Gringor hefted it easily and tried a few swings alongside the shield.

Huffing, he'll have to understand it a bit before using it to its fullest but that's a trophy he can take for himself.

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

Sorry for the late reply.

@Pacifista

The letter that Haku written can be at your discretion of when she receives, reads or even reply to it. It can be simply as a background note, or the letters get lost/ripped apart. It's fine for me.

Haku mainly writes it as Coriander is his first friend at his age, so I'm putting it more as a IC action.

One Piece: The Devil's Due (Always Accepting!)

@Pacifista

KUROZUMI HAKU

Dear Coriander, this is Haku.

I’m writing this letter to keep in touch, as I had many things to tell you but couldn’t due to our parting.

It’s been weeks since we’ve left Tune town, and East Blue is quiet as ever so there hasn’t been much-

“Haku!” He stood at attention immediately at his name being called, placing the feather pen and letter down in one swift motion.

“Break time’s over! Time to wrap up and head out for the next Island!” The Quartermaster said as the Kirin crew escorted a bunch of captured pirates. Tail end of smoke and fire slowly dying out in the fight.

From afar, the pirates ship was already consigned to Davy Jones' locker. Treasures confiscated will require them to interrogate where it was taken and given back, if such assets were made from illegal trading however…

Haku saluted, slipped the letter back to his uniform then jumped from the cliff overlooking the operation. Landing on all fours before heading to help others, carrying the heavy loads of treasure chest.

Like ants, they worked as one before the heavy anchor lifted even as Captain Cadog looked at the weather and skies.

“Raise sails!” The Helmsman commanded as the Kirin took to the seas once again, cutting through the ocean rapidly to their next destination.

“Each Beli has their number, so we can trace where it’s issued out. From there, it’s just finding the area. Gold’s harder, as each of them had different print from different kingdom-” Their accountant explained to Haku, showing him how to catalogue the pirates' loot.

“And if they’re erased?” He lifted one gold coin, it’s print long gone and seemingly hammered out.

“Set them aside, they’re evidence.”

“And once done?” Haku curiously asked, setting a large amount of gold coins separate.

“That’s up to judges.” Cadog walked behind the two. Smoke pipe in hand as he watched them work. “Officially, it’ll be used for the good of the World Government.”

“But it be more likely to end up in someone's pockets.” He grunted and took a deep breath from his pipe. “Also, take out that coin.”

Without a word, Haku hand took out a single coin from his pocket. Much to the treasurer's annoyance, not at Haku taking but rather, that he didn’t notice.

“Sorry, habit.” He apologized with a nod before being rapped at the back of his head.

“Go swab the decks.” Cadog growled between teeth as the young boy quickly went to fulfilled his orders.

“Good mood sir?” The Treasurer said, well-familiar with Cadog’s temperament.

“Our next destination, Lime Town.” Shoulders loosened as Cadog straightened at that mention. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been there.”

“Ah, I see. Think the Lobster Chow is still there?”

“Hah! It’ll be there! I’m sure of it!” Cadog laughed heartily, why, it’s been standing since he was a child! And he dropped by it every chance he could whenever he’s stationed in East Blue.

And this was a chance to show the kid true East Blue cuisine. Nowhere else would there be other shop that’ll be able to fight against it!

…

…..

…….

“I must had too much of a drink. Cabin Boy.”

“Yes?” Haku dutifully said.

“Tell me, this IS the place called Lobster Chow?”

“It is, sir. And it’s very closed. They even boarded the place even.”

“...”

“BLOODY BLISTERING BARNACLES-!”

-That there hasn’t been much going. I'm, however, told that we’ll be dropping by an Island that serves good food. East Blue cuisine are a bit too heavy for me but Cadog insisted that it's simply my taste bud that's the problem.

I humbly disagree, hardtack and water alongside mites are a fine meal on its own.

Nevertheless, it’s these quiet, boring days I find rather pleasant as I’ve not recall seeing such peace in other seas. My hometown included.

It might be months by the time this letter reaches you. I have many things to share, alongside stories on the Dev, the greater part of the world.

Such as the legend of the Dragonslayer of Wano, forty seven bandits, and felling of the Mountain God.

But for now, I’m healthy and hale, and I wish the same for you, Peppermint, the kids and Mr. Burnet.

Signed
Haku

[ARC 3]

[CHOWDER BLUNDER]