Ryteb Pymeroce

Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

@ScreenAcne my cs is also done.

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Ryteb took a running start, and jumped off the edge of the bank, using his cape to slow his fall. When he was at roughly the right distance he preformed a somersault onto the roof of the truck. Not for the first time he was grateful to his grandfather for providing him with his outfit. It was made of a highly resilient polymer that was almost completely bullet proof. Apparently he had got it from uncle Felix, who dealt in stealing and selling military secrets and equipment. This suit allowed him to stand brazenly above the truck to announce his next trick.

"Ladies and gentlemen, for my next trick I shall make the criminals escape disappear!" He said, as he waved his wand, making sparks fly to add some grandeur to the grandeur of his spectacle. Right on cue, the wheels of the truck came off with an audible bang. He then jumped down off the roof on the truck and addressed the thieves for the first time.

"Look at you," Ryteb said, with a disappointed tone, "Wrecking public property, interrupting these people's fine day, and for what? Your own greed? I do despise people with such unsightly ambitions. I'd suggest you idiots turn yourselves in before anyone gets hurt."

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

"I wouldn't worry too hard, cap'n." Hunter said nonchalantly, "The nearest marine base is three weeks away from here. We have plenty of time to stock up and head out before ya see even a glimpse of their white flag over the horizon."

Dead Eye seemed as impressive as ever, though this cook seemed to be trouble. Ah well, he could always castrate the bastard if he went out of line. Digging through his satchel, he pulled out a large book titled 'the Isles of South Blue'. He flicked through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

"Scylla Island, known more commonly amoung sailors as Shipwreck Isle, is an otherwise ordinary island, save for its inaccessibility. Sharp currents and jagged rocks make the Isle completely unreachable, save for those who know the safe way. In recent years, the Marines constructed a prison on the Isle, due to the rise of piracy following the death of the infamous Gold Roger."

Hunter closed the book and returned it to his satchel. Turning back to Abigail he continued to explain.

"The prison on Shipwreck Isle has but a skeleton staff, relying on the treacherous waters to keep the prisoners secure. Fortunately, I know the safe route through to the island, and between me and Dead Eye we should be more than enough for them blasted marines."

He took a big swig of his drink, polishing it off. After that, he packed his stuff up and left to leave.

"I'm gonna go check out the ship. When she came into port she looked like a real beaut, save for that God awful figurehead." He waved his goodbye to the crew, and exited the tavern.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

You got one less guy to worry about. Hunter don't fuck around.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

Hunter was focused on planning out the logistics of their voyage, having taken out a sea chart and a notebook. He was right in the middle of figuring out food supplies when the thugs burst in. Not even batting an eye, he drew a pistol and fired a shot over his shoulder. A scream of agony came from one of the thugs, who got hit right in the groin. Nonchalantly he turned to Abigail and said; "The nearest island we can take on some cheap crew is Shipwreck Isle. That's a weeks sailing from here, but we can't get food there, on account of the nature of the Isle. I'd suggest we store three to four weeks worth, in case the winds take us on a bad path."

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

It's fine, Hunter talks like a stereotypical pirate...

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

We could also use a musician, a gunnery officer, and a quartermaster. I mean Hunter could act as quartermaster, but just saying.

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-Excerpt From The Diary of John Merci-

{May 12, 2079}

Yesterday my latest subject had reached the end of his usefulness, far too soon for my taste. It is a sad fact which I have learned in my practice of this most noble of arts, men are simply inadequate to be a canvas. On the surface they may seem a better choice, being naturally more sturdy and possessing greater mass than the fairer sex. However this sturdiness is the main problem, men are simply less sensitive than women. While in theory this means that they can take more punishment, their reactions dull far quicker. It is depressing, but I must force myself to move forward.

My serfs have sent word with the latest delivery of cattle. The accursed government has finally turned it's eyes away from New Haven. This is excellent news. Many of my important tools were too conspicuous and bulky to be moved from my home. Though I have made do with what little I have to work with, my heart has missed my city. When I was younger I could never have imagined myself to be the sentimental sort, but there is more to it than simple nostalgia. Behind the lights of New Haven, there is a darkness that calls to me. It needs me to feed it's desire to corrupt even the purest of souls.

And so, tomorrow I shall return to my city, but tonight... tonight I feasted. It had been years since I had devoured so many at once, but transporting them all would just be a waste of time. The ecstasy I felt as I drained them was impossible to describe, for no one but my glorious self has ever had the chance to experience such a feeling. It was as if liquid sunshine poured through my veins, for a brief moment awakening my heart to the world. And then I remembered why I didn't gorge on the cattle.

I felt... guilty. As if all the actions I had taken were completely immoral. For a few minutes, I considered hanging myself, but remembered that I couldn't die. Fortunately this delusion quickly off, but for a brief time I felt like the cattle. And that sickened me more than anything else in this godforsaken world.

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Posted.

@LostDestiny yeah, they gave his sentry mode more spread, and headsets are negated while in the mode.

One Piece: On Stranger Tides

Quick as a flash, Hunter had drawn two of his pistols and had them pointed at the head of the newcomer and the chef. It was nothing particularly personal, he just tended to be a bit edgy... being on the run for the vast majority of his life did that to a guy. After he registered what they had actually said, he slowly lowered his twin pistols.

"Sorry, 'bout that," the red coated pirate apologised, "I've been expecting the marines to jump me any day now. If ye need a navigator ye'll find none better in South Blue. I only have two conditions, that I have a room on the ship for me maps and navigation tools, and that ye don't turn me over to the government dogs."