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Elyse stood silently on the dock as she watched three men get out of a dinghy, shortly before it sank. At the mention of finding bounty hunters, she stepped forwards. Just before Tanner walked off to find a ship, she held up her hand.

Brax gave Elyse an odd look. "What do you want? To be a bounty hunter?"

Elyse nodded.

"Are you sure? Being a bounty hunter can be dangerous, miss."

Elyse nodded again.

"Fine, if you want to be a bounty hunter so much, prove your skill to me."

Elyse smiled and nodded a third time. She pulled a flower from her headband and tossed it in the air. She then drew an emerald blade from a sheath at her waist and took a step back. Quickly whirling the sword in an arc, she neatly sliced the flower in half before it touched the ground. Brax looked at her, unimpressed. Elyse grinned. She pointed to a flower on a hilltop quite a ways away.

"Yes, I see the flower. But you have yet to show me anything impressive. You're wasting my time."

Elyse held up a finger. She drew a second emerald sword, twin to the first, from a second sheath attached to the first. She quickly brought the ends of the two handles together. The handles locked together, and Elyse spun the joined swords until they were vertical. A thin green line dropped from the top point of the double-bladed sword and seemed to fuse to the bottom point of the weapon. Brax now had a look of surprise on his face as he watched two swords transform into a bow before his very eyes. Elyse pulled a second flower from her headband. She pulled on the stem to straighten it before placing the floral arrow on the bow. She drew back the flower, aimed at the flower on the hill, and released her hold on it. Brax watched as the flower from Elyse's headband arced slightly and pierced the flower on the hilltop.

"No way. That was pure luck." Brax didn't believe what he had just seen. Elyse smiled again. She pulled another flower from her headband and fired it as well. It followed the same path as the other one had, sticking itself into the flower she had previously fired. Brax shook his head. "Fine, you're in. I'm Brax." Elyse smiled and bowed slightly. "Um, can you speak?" asked Brax.

Elyse nodded. "Elyse Iiyam." She spoke quietly, as if she didn't want anyone to hear her. Brax smiled slightly.

"Welcome to the crew then, Elyse."

Vincent had stopped shivering entirely. His eyes became focused only on Elyse’s weapons as soon as she started wielding them.

“This is Vincent,” Brax pointed at the odd man, “and you seem to have paralyzed him with fear.”

Vincent started shivering again and shakily shook hands with Elyse, “D-deadly flowers,” he stuttered, “Gonna have to add that one to my list of fears.” He smiled nervously at her as they entered the bar.

“Well, where should we put the ad?” Brax addressed Vincent, but received no reply, “Vincent?” He looked over to see that Vincent had already situated himself in the warmest spot in the room, and had simply put the poster on the wall next to him.

“This is a good spot.” Vincent said as he whipped out a little book and started reading, “Sit down you guys, people will apply when they are ready.”

"You come back here now!!  When I catch you, you motherF****** Bastard, I'm gonna make you eat your liver!"  The people stared as silver haired teenage girl streaked down the road, hot in pursuit of a shady character.
"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'll never 'nap another kid!!  Don't kill me~~!!!!"  The man wailed, his face had evidence of very, very hard punches.  Bruises, two black eyes that had black eyes, etc. 
"Sorry? Sorry?!?!  Come 'er and I'll show how sorry you can be!!"  The silver haired teen, now to be identified as Tsubaki, threw a needle at the kidnapper, make that failed kidnapper, and hit him in the leg.  Fear and adrenaline just made him faster.  Cursing some more underneath her breath, Tsubaki sped up even more and tackled.  The kidnapper didn't have a chance before he was knocked out cold. 
"*&*&*%#*$*!!!!"  Tsubaki muttered this all the way down to the bounty hunter's office, making sure to send letters and money to Cain and Michael, her foster parents.
"I need food..."  Tsubaki turned and entered, sitting one table away from a man being shot down by girl.

Vincent scanned the room from behind his book. There were several people of note throughout the room. “A girl with a knack for tinkering,” he thought while eying Kari, “one who, judging by a fool’s reaction, has something up her sleeve. I assume it is some kind of devil fruit.” He pondered about Rain, “and one with needles,” Vincent noticed Tsubaki pocketing her needles as she entered the Salty Seaking. “three interesting ladies here.” Vincent returned to his book and enjoyed the warmth of his spot.

“Is this poster for real?” A hairy man laughed at Vincent, “I’ll honor your crew by joining! I demand 30% of all bounty heads captured.” Vincent didn’t look up from his book, or even appear to hear the hairy man. “Well?!?!” the man grew indignant.

“Your breath is unbearable.” Vincent wheezed from behind his book, “I can’t breath…”   

“What?!?!” The man growled.

“I think that means that you should go honor a different crew.” Brax grunted, “Vincent’s got a knack for absolutely ruining first impressions; if you can’t deal with that then you’ll be of no use to use.” The man would have gotten more indignant, but Vincent looked as though he was about to puke all over the man, effectively ending his argument.

Kari chuckled at the audition holders. “Well at least they have standards.”

Rain glanced over he shoulder...fanning herself.  She saw two things that interested her, a poster for help, and someone shivering... shivering meant that it must be cooler over there, if nothing else.  Rain stood up, and decided to see if these bounty hunters needed a communications expert... or a ship. “I’m Rain.” She attempted to introduce herself to Vincent.

“My warm place just got chilly…” Vincent shivered.

“Vincent,” Brax sighed, “You have another applicant.”

“B-but I’m at a really good place in my book,” Vincent shivered, “Y-you take this one.”

“You know Tanner would want your input as well.” Brax was getting impatient.

“I thought it would be a little cooler around here…” Rain looked disappointed.

“N-no, I thought I picked the warmest place in the room.” Vincent rubbed his arms together.

“Sorry about that.” Rain smiled, “I tend make things a bit colder wherever I go. I specialize in-”

“I-I’m sorry to inform you that we won’t be accepting you, cold lady.” Vincent interrupted.

“You haven’t even heard what I can do!” Rain became a little peevish.

“This girl just can’t take no for an answer.” Vincent rolled his eyes sarcastically and looked at Brax.

“Vincent!” Brax hissed, “You haven’t even heard what she can do!”

“But she makes things colder!” Vincent whined, “I hate colder!”

“Vincent.” Brax wouldn’t accept that answer.

“Fine.” Vincent grunted, “What do you do cold lady?”

“First of all, my name is Rain.” Rain said, “and I’m a communication specialist. I work with Den Den Mushi.”

Vincent’s unwillingness turned to excitement, his face exploded glee, and he forgot about how cold he was. “A den den mushi specialist?! Rain, YOU’RE IN!!!”

“Well that was easier than I thought it would be…” Brax chuckled.

Last edited by omnideus (2007-02-02 20:33:25)

<Thats a nifty little trick> thought Kari as she had watched what Elyse had done. <That Vincent guy wouldn't last 30 seconds on my grandparents island. All ice and snow all year round> that thought made her laugh just a bit

Kari picked up her glass and walked over to the table. "So what positions do you guys need to fill?" she asked

"What can you do?" asked Brax

Kari grinned. "I guess you'd call it either mechanics or engineering. Both are true. Name's Kari" she said as she extended her hand.

- "I SAID LEMON JUICE!" This angry shout boomed through the small bar, and soon after these words were uttered, the cooking assistant flew through the wall and collided with a table. "Damn kids! They never listen...." The grumbling head cook stepped through the wall, and a shiver went down the spine of some of the bar's patrons. "Next time, get it right, ya punk!" Grumbling, the hard-shelled fishman turned back to his kitchen. "I ask for lemon juice and.... grrr... little bastard... grrr... peppercorns...."

- Most the people could just stare, and some looked over and tried to help the assistant. "Hey man... are you all right?" The assistant looked up to the man who asked with one eye swollen shut. "Well that's a damn stupid question." He then reached up, grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him face-first into the floor. As he stood up, the assistant stormed back to the kitchen through the hole in the wall. "I've had about enough of you, you hard-shelled bastard!" "You want to taste the back of my claw again?!" "Bring it on, old man!" The assistant flew out of the same hole, this time, crashing through the bar's window and landing outside. "Suck on that!" The lobster fishman then flicked his "mustache" and returned to his cooking.

- Vincent's eye twitched slightly, then he took out his notebook and started scribbling furiously. "...and now I'm afraid of lobsters..."

"Why good afternoon, lovely lady." Tanner said in a deep voice. The young hunter was currently standing in the middle of the dock, addressing a clearly surprised young woman.
"eh...Hi."
Tanner smiled pleasantly, "I am currently looking for a vessel for my crew. Might you know of a place I could look?"
"A crew? What do you do?" the nameless woman asked, suddenly a bit more interested.
"I am" Tanner suddenly dropped his gentlemanly manner and suddenly saluted for no reason what-so-ever, "A BOUNTY HUNTER!"
"O-oh..." the girl was confused, shocked, and amused all at the same time, "Well, I think the trader Skinner is thinking of selling his second ship."
The woman looked behind her towards a large building with built men walking in and out carrying things.
"Excellent!" Tanner smiled and took the female's hand, "I thank you, beauty."
He kissed it gently, "I shall never forget your kindness, princess."
With that the hunter ran off, smiling at himself.


Then he tripped...

Last edited by Kiyoshi (2007-02-03 13:41:09)

On this day, Jamaar was wearing a basic pair of pants, shirt and shoes, along with his cloak and gloves.  All of them were either a dull blue or teal, to give the feeling of the ocean.

At this tim  Jamaar walked off a street full of eyes directed at him into a bar full of eyes that would stare at him in the near future.  He had recently been with one of his delusions, a flying gentleman in full tuxedo, and the conversation he had with him would end in the bar.

"Hey gentleman," Jamaar said in a rather loud, clear voice "I don't think they want you in the bar, seeing as how odd they treat us whenever I take people like you with me.  I'll see what I can do about getting you a cup tea that you can drink outside."  And those words garnered the attention of the entire bar for a few seconds, besides Rain, who was panicking for reasons Jamaar just didn't care about.  Those eyes wandered from him shortly after that, but then His eyes were drawn to someone else: Elyse Iiyam.  Her clothes grabbed his attention, and shortly therafter induced the gag reflex.  He threw up on the ground from the horror of the clothing.  As before, the eyes gathered to him, except this time, the object of his fears approached him.

Elyse approached Jamaar with a look of concern on her face.  That only worsened the situation, and he puked again.  Then he stood up with a strange calm, pointed at Elyse and started speaking in an angry yet calm voice:

"You make me sick!  How could you wear such horrible clothing?  Where's your sense of style or class?"

"For what reason do you think you can ask that of someone else?" Elyse said

"I suffered for the tailoring and skills I have now, and I won't let some savage ruin the class I worked for so hard.  And I swear from this day onward I will follow you until you learn the power of clothing!"

"If you want to keep that promise," Brax said from the back "you'll have to join our bounty hunting crew.  Do you think you're game enough?"

"That all depends on what positions you still have avaliable," Jamaar said

"Well, it looks like we still need a navigator, but a position in the crew we don't have isn't enough.  You also need to know how to fight."

"I should be able to navigate for you, as well as fight with you guys.  There shold be no problems with either of those.  But I should tell you that I  am not an expert navigator."

"Thats much better then what we already have.  You're hired!  I just have a two questions for you: What's your name and what should we know about you?"

"The names Jamaar Star: Profesional tailor and decent navigator.  There are only one other thing you need to know about me right now:  Clothing is my life.  Offend my work and suffer the consequenses."

OOC:  sorry if its bad, I was kind of rushed with it.

Last edited by Guy the Person (2007-02-03 22:48:56)

OOC: I'll post in a bit, but I wanted to correct something in Guy's post: Elyse would have probably just shook her head; she wouldn't have spoken in reply, especially not after a single comment.


OOC 2: Sorry for the only-OOC post, but I had no time when I made this post... so I am now in the process of turning it into an RP post. I hope I don't mess up Jamaar btw- if I do, please tell me, Guy.


IC: Elyse looked at the tailor that had just insulted her and frowned. She shook her head and decided that it was okay to speak.

"Tailor- you have a problem with my clothing choice? What is it?"

Jamaar turned to face her. "A problem!? Of course I do! That so-called 'outfit' is terrible! It's not even comprised of enough clothes to be called an outfit!"

"I'm a naturalist; there's no need for fancy clothing."

Jamaar scowled. "You will learn the way of clothing!"

Elyse simply smiled and would not say anymore.

Last edited by SilentEcho (2007-02-04 20:33:33)

“What do you think you’re doing you savage?” Jamaar hissed at Tsubaki as she removed her hands from his chest. Most in the group stifled laughter, but Vincent let out a little chuckle.

“What?” Tsubaki asked innocently, “I was just making sure!”

“I-I think you should check everybody.” Vincent chuckled, “Especially them.” Vincent pointed towards Kari and Rain, and received looks that actually made his knees shake. “O-on second thought maybe not.” Vincent avoided the ladies’ gaze, for fear that they would make him cry.

“I warned you guys about Vincent and first impressions, right?” Brax chuckled.

“W-wait a second…” Vincent looked back and forth between Kari and Tsubaki, and then counted the number of people in the group. “A-are there more people here than there should be?” Vincent counted two more people than he remembered from before.

“Meet Kari and Tsubaki.” Brax introduced. “They came over when you were running into Samson.”

“N-nice to meet you.” Vincent was impressed by the number of people they attracted at the Salty Seaking. “W-well there are two more matters to attend to. First we should go over the bounty heads.” Vincent pulled out three wanted posters. “These three have been spotted regularly on this island as of late. Their combined bounties are a little more than 10 million beli, 10,135,000 to be exact.” Vincent demeanor had changed. As soon as he started talking about the bounty heads he became calm, focused even. His shivers ceased, as though he forgot to stay cold. “We will track them down and capture them. They’re not too big on the bounty Richter scale, so we have to bring them back alive.”

“What about step two?” Brax smiled. He knew the plan is where Vincent could really shine.

“I-I need to see what these guys can do in combat,” Vincent started, “so that I can make a good plan for Tanner to look over.”

“How are you going to do that?” Kari piped up.

“W-well that’s where Brax comes in. H-he’ll have practice matches against you guys so that I can see what you can do.” Vincent’s demeanor was back to normal, but everyone looked a bit confused at how he was acting. “What? You didn’t think I would just declare you accepted and call it good, did you? I barely even know you people, how the hell should I know how you fight?” Vincent spoke matter-of-factly, but everyone was still a little surprised. He had been so spontaneous in offering people positions that everyone was pretty sure he would be nonchalant about combat as well. Most still weren’t even sure that he and Brax were serious about the auditions.

“Are you kidding?” Brax chuckled, “I’ll see what some of these guys can do, but I’m not going anywhere near the big guy in a fight.” Brax gestured towards Samson, “No way in hell. I saw what he did to that wall. He’s all yours.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Vincent’s shiver went away as indignation set in, “He’d crush me!”

“Well you always beat me when we spar,” Brax pointed out to everyone’s surprise. No one could imagine Vincent picking up a sword, even though he carried two, “which means if he’d crush you he’d only crush me faster.”

“But I’m terrified of being pinched to death!” Vincent shook notably as the words rolled off of his tongue.

“It’s only a practice match,” Brax said, “but I’m still not doing it.”

“I-I guess we’ll have to wait for Tanner then…” Vincent sighed.

“I think you should do it,” Samson smiled, “or are those swords just for show?”

“P-pretty much just for show.” Vincent shivered, “I-I can use them, but I’m not going to!” He crossed his arms triumphantly as though he was very convincing, even though no one was even remotely convinced.

“Who thinks he should do it?” Brax sneared. Every hand went into the air. Brax won.

“F-fine, then I need a weapon.” Vincent turned to the barkeep, “I-I’ll give you 500 beli for this broom.” Most looked a little skeptical. They didn’t really think a broom would work all that well against a fish-man, surprisingly enough.

“500 for an old broom?” the bartender laughed, “Sure.” As soon as he took the money Vincent took the broom and removed its brush so that only the handle remained.

“Is that in budget?” Brax asked the nervous, broom handle wielding man. “We’re kind of broke right now, aren’t we?”

“I-It’s in budget.” Vincent whipped out his notebook, but instead of going to the fears page he went to a page covered in numbers. “W-we have just a little bit to spare until we get the 10 million from the newest hunt.”

“I’m honestly a little surprised that he keeps track of stuff like that.” Rain said.

“I know,” Brax said, “But he’s really good with money.”

“P-part of the job.” Vincent smiled, “A-a planner’s gotta be good at keeping track, right?”
“Alright,” Brax said, “A condition for the practice matches: Take it easy. This is an exhibition. We don’t need to kill each other, or even push it that hard. Vincent and I just need to see what you can do. Oh, and I guess Elyse doesn’t need to participate if she doesn’t want to, considering we’ve already seen what she can do. I will be unarmed. I’m pretty good at hand to hand though.”

“I wanna go first.” Samson grinned, “I want to force this guy into action if he’s only gonna use a broom stick.”

“G-great.” Vincent gasped for air. He looked as though he was about to faint. “D-do I get a last wish?”

“No.” Brax chuckled as he kicked Vincent out the door, “Just see what he can do!”

Vincent and Samson walked outside and squared off. The rest of the crew watched from a safe distance. “Y-you know.” Vincent shivered, “W-we don’t really have to do this. I- mean… I basically saw what you can do when you put that guy through the wall. I could-whoah!” Vincent didn’t get any more bargaining out of the way, because a huge claw swung at his head. “I thought we agreed no lethal force!” He screamed as he rolled out of the way.

“I won’t kill you. I mean, I ain’t using my clever, am I?” Samson chuckled, “If I’m lucky I’ll hit you hard enough to make you to shut up and fight!” Samson swung another claw, expecting Vincent to run again, but that didn’t happen. The broom stick wielding man stood tall, blocking the blow with his stick.

“Fine.” Vincent whispered, “No more talking.” With that he jumped back and stood about 8 feet from the lobster-man. He stood taller than normally, and didn’t shiver at all. He was just like when he presented the bounty posters: focused. The two launched at each other, but Vincent was a little faster, and started stabbing at Samson’s chest with his broom handle. Unfortunately, the strikes did more damage to the stick than the lobster, while simultaneously opening Vincent up for a claw in the side. Large claw collided with Vincent’s kidney and sent him flying to the ground.

“Had enough?” Samson asked.

Vincent got up and patted his side. All he said in reply was, “No.” Vincent launched at Samson again, but this time he stabbed into the small opening between the shell on Samson’s head and the shell on his neck. Samson reeled back and coughed violently. “Had enough?” Vincent grunted sarcastically.

“Hmph.” Samson rubbed his neck. “So you found a little opening. What’s next, pulling my antennae?”

“If that’s what I need to do.” Vincent smiled. “If I hit there again you might be in trouble.” This time Samson started the charge. Claw met with stick, hand, and foot as the two threw every non-lethal strike they knew at each other. After a short while the fight had to be ended. Samson had both claws on Vincent’s shoulders and was pushing down, and Vincent had his now slightly broken stick pressed against the lobster-man’s throat. “I guess that’s enough.” Vincent panted.

“I’m surprised you didn’t run away.” Samson panted back. The rest of the crew was astonished at the sheer magnitude of wailing the nervous swordsman and chef hat-clad lobster-man just put each other through.

“I-I can’t believe I did that…” Vincent looked as though he was in shock. He stood right where he was and wouldn’t move a muscle, forcing Samson to relocate him so the next match could commence.

“Who’s next?” Samson asked.

Ooc: I put this little competition in for a couple of reasons. I thought it would be a good way to spend time until Tanner gets back, and I thought it would be a fun way for most to show off their guys in a small way. I chose for Vincent to fight Samson, because I wanted them to fight, and Samson already got a little show off time when he broke stuff in the bar. For the fights against Brax, don’t go too nuts. Remember that he isn’t INCREDIBLY strong, and he is fighting unarmed. I just wanted to give everyone a chance to show their character in action before we really kicked things off combat wise. I hope everyone likes the idea.

Oh, and Burkhart, if you want me to add anything to the Samson and Vincent fight, just PM me and I will add stuff.

" Dammit, I'm an engineer not a fighter(Forgive the Dr. McCoy line XD)" said Kari, more to herself.

Brax had followed Elyse inside and overheard Kari, "then it seems you won't be joining our crew." he replied.

"That's your loss, not mine" said Kari in return.

"I'm sure we can find another engineer" said Brax.

"Yeah, but not as good as me and definitely not around here. Just ask anyone that's a local and they'll tell you, I'm one of  the best  in the world and the best for many, many miles" said Kari.

"Prove it" said Brax.

"alright fine, I will. Just give me what ever piece of machinery that you can find that's not working and Ill fix it up better than new" said Kari

"No, I have a better idea, you try to use your mechanic skills to fight me, Ill even let you use that toolbox of yours" said Brax.

Brax lead Kari outside, she was so not into this fight but she had no choice if he wanted to join this crew. Once outside she turned and faced Brax. <Okay the human body is just like a machine in place of oil there is blood and all the organs and nerves and stuff is just like gears wires and belts. shouldn't be too hard to find his weak points. Just have to fend him off long enough to figure those out> she thought.

Kari started off with no weapons in her hand she stood in a stance she had seen plenty if times with guys at the bar who got into brawls. "Make your move" she said to Brax.

"Ladies first" he replied.

"Haven't you heard, guys are supposed to make the first move when it comes to women" grinned Kari.

"Alright if you insist" said Brax. He charged at Kari and swung a fist she ducked down and ran behind him. <He pulls back a bit when he swings, that's not good for tendons, just like its not good for belts, too much pull and they snap> she thought. Brax turned around and charged at her again. After doing her best to dodge his attacks she devised a plan. It wasn't a good one but she was hoping that it would work.

Kari waited once more for him to swing, she ducked back behind him pulled his arm back and bent it up She held down that as best as she could by pulling up and grabbed his other arm that one was a little harder to pull back but she managed. Once his arms were subdued, she rammed her knee straight up into his ass right between the cheeks. Brax went up on his toes and cried out a bit. she let him go and his free hand went right to his butt as if holding it would make that weird pain feeling go away.

"So?" asked Kari

Brax walked away in a funny way. "Alright you're in just please, don't ever do that again"

Vincent laughed in between shivers, “I-I think that’s enough of a fight for you then Cold Lady. W-we wouldn’t want Brax to get his butt kicked too much more than it already has.”

“My name is Rain.” Rain grumbled.

“What do you mean about me getting my butt kicked?” Brax stomped over to Vincent and started poking his chest repeatedly, “They’re practice matches! I’m supposed to get my butt kicked so you can see what everyone can do.”

“O-ow…” Vincent rubbed his chest and tried to change the subject, “O-on to the next round. G-give me back my broom stick though.”

“Who’s next?” Brax grunted as he handed over the broom stick.

“A fish-man who’s claws are articulate enough to allow him to wield blades,” Vincent thought as he recalled Samson’s statement, “I ain’t using my clever, am I?” and shuddered, “A naturalist with incredible knowledge of plants’ healing qualities and incredible speed. Her downfall is definitely her lack of strength. It makes her close range combat less useful. She is competent with the bow as well though.” Vincent paused to write, and then moved on to the engineer. “I have yet to see what she can do engineering wise, but judging by her confidence, and the way she happily tinkered with the tap at the bar, she should do fine. Her hand to hand skills are good, but she may run into danger against enemies that are willing to kill.” Vincent wondered if Kari would ever make things to help with combat. “Last we have a Den Den Mushi raising Nitro-Ningen. She commented on temperature affecting her abilities… That will be important when deciding about her deployment.” Vincent wondered about the specific temperatures. “I wonder how many degrees make a big difference… would she really fight that much better at 45 degrees than 50? Is that in Fahrenheit or Celsius? Does sunlight play into it at all?” Vincent was starting to lose track, and almost forgot to watch the next match. “Definitely stuff to ask about later… for now I want to see the other two fights.” Vincent rubbed his arms and breathed into his hands as though it was freezing out, despite it totally average temperature. “We found a lot of interesting people in the Salty Seaking.”