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Vincent was about to answer but Tanner pushed him out of the way; both away from the incoming punch and away from the pretty new girl.
"Why hello there." Tanner greeted after punching out the guy who attacked his planner, "Judging by the conversation you're one of the perspective hunters."
"Yes I am."
"Well then." Tanner reached for her hand.
Brax hit his leader over the head, "Idiot! We're in the middle of a fight!"
"I was answering her question!" Tanner whined, "Now as I was saying. To answer your question, my lady, the Barbarian of Fire is the strongest of the crew, next only to Lef, the captain, and Terrance, the first mate. A grand total of three million beli on his head. Actually...since you're auditioning for the clan maybe you can go after him; Brax will accompany you of course."
"Why me?" Brax asked as he kicked another pirate away.
"Vincent must watch over the rest our perspective members and I must go after Lef and try to end this fight before too many people are hurt. But I'm burning with jealousy, Brax! Think of it, you and a beautiful young lady battling the forces of evil in the blazing sunset."
"The sun's practically set already! And 'the forces of evil'?"
"Why the pirates of course."
Brax slapped his forhead in exasperation, "I know what you mean..."
"Excellent! Off then!" Tanner ran towards the giant lobster and Vincent with what could barely qualify as a plan in his mind.
Brax sighed, grinned, and ran off in opposite direction with a thoroughly confused looking girl.
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“Sir, we need to forget about these two right now,” objected a man right by the man who had just yelled. “We should check into that explosion we saw a short while ago. Something bad could have happened down there.”
The original man wasn’t happy. He was scowling, his eyes had an angry fire in them and was shaking in rage. “You dare tell me how to do my job?” He yelled at the other man “I’m the first mate in this crew. That means that if the captain were killed, I’d be in charge. Of course, beating the captain is impossible. If you dare challenge my authority again, You’ll be losing something; but it won’t be the temper I lost here.”
“Y-Yes sir, mister Terrance sir,” The pirate said meagerly, “So, how do we catch the man who did this?”
“We’ll scour the town,” Terrance said with a vengeful face, “We leave no stone unturned. And our search begins in the building right there, by which we found their bodies. I’ve already made sure to have a few people on the perimeter to make sure no one escapes. I’ll move in after I discuss something with the man over there. I need him to deliver a message for me.”
Oh shit, this is bad! Jamaar had just overheard the conversation between the first mate and one of his many pirates. He had ducked to the side of the doorway after had entered and had not been seen so far, but if the first mate’s plan was going into action, he was in serious danger. He was confident in his ability to fight the first mate, but he had several other pirates with him. They were his worry. He began looking for something to help him. He looked around and saw nothing but antiques, and a set of stairs. Knowing that he would be caught instantly if he didn’t go up, he climbed the stairs, all the while still holding his bell.
As soon as he got upstairs, he saw a single window, facing out in the same direction as the door downstairs. He peeked out and saw Terrance giving his message to one of his men. He opened slightly opened the window to see if he could hear what the message was
“…I’m to tell Captain Lef that you won’t be joining him where the explosion was, because you’re searching for someone who has assaulted your men.” Jamaar was barely able to hear the messenger say from a floor up and a slightly opened window.
“Very good. Please come back here to tell me what’s going on down there; this matter is of more importance.” With Terrance’s final command, the messenger ran off to deliver his message.
After dismissing his messenger, Terrance began gathering a few men to help him flush the building out. It was now time for Jamaar to try to keep him out of the building, But he couldn’t do so without making him aware of his presence. Think Jamaar, think! The moment he walks into the building, I’m dead. Jamaar’s worries of the matter left him feeling woozy. He was seeing spots all over. Terrance had gathered his men and was approaching. He needed an idea, and he needed it now.
In his confused state, Jamaar realized he would have to talk to Terrance from the window, and bluff him to keep him from entering. So Jamaar opened the window, not gathering much attention from that, then he started ringing the bell. The sound from the bell wasn’t loud, but it was enough to draw everyone’s attention.
“Who are you?” Terrance asked of Jamaar a few steps away from entering the shop.
“Who am I? I’m the reason you shouldn’t enter this building,” Jamaar responded
“Oh yeah? Why not?”
“Because, um, I have, err…” Jamaar tried to think of something that would keep him out. His mind continued to be a blank. Then, out of the randomness, an idea came. Wait, if he cares about his men, then he wouldn’t enter if meant danger to a few of his men. So that would mean if I told him… Jamaar immediately had a smirk on his face. He had an idea.
“So? Why can’t I enter?”
“If you enter, I’ll have to kill the hostages I took.” Jamaar bluffed to his opponent.
“What… hostages? Who did you take hostage?” Terrance was scowling at Jamaar for that.
“Let me see…” Jamaar faked looking at someone “It looks like a few of your men.”
"Vincent, cover!" Tanner shouted as he closed his eyes to the fighting. He began to conjure an image of their mark; cunning eyes, with a balding head. Just a few flecks of grey in his otherwise deep brown locks. Scars running all over his face with a distinctive one just below his left eye running to his lower lip which clenched down into a deep frown.
In his mind's eye, Tanner saw a shadowy map of the island which he felt himself plunge into. The location was near the center of the island and moving towards the docks at a leisurely pace. The hunter's mind focused on the main road but would not allow more details to come through. Well, that's to be expected...the wanted poster is a little old...
"I got you a new stick." Rain said, handing the tactician the warmer end of the stick. Vincent looked at it for a bit before taking it. "By the way, who is this 'Barbarian of fire'?"
Vincent turned the stick over in his hand several times, tossed it up and down, and struck a pirate squarely over the head with it. “N-not bad.” He observed, “It’s a little light, but it will have to do.”
“What about the ‘Barbarian of Fire’?” Rain reminded Vincent of her inquiry.
“H-he’s big fish number three.” Vincent looked awkward as he tried carry Elyse, fend off pirates, and explain about the Barbarian of Fire, “D-don’t really know anything else about him. I-I bet he uses fire in one way or another though.”
“Thanks.” Rain said sarcastically, “Anything else?” Vincent was about to answer but Tanner pushed him out of the way; both away from the incoming punch and away from the pretty new girl.
“O-oi!” Vincent said as he collected himself. He continued to fight as Tanner introduced himself to Rain.
"Vincent, cover!" Tanner shouted as he closed his eyes to the fighting.
“What is he doing?” Kari’s voice came from behind Vincent.
“H-he’s searching.” Vincent smiled confidently.
“Searching?” Rain asked.
“Here’s the thing about Tanner: His devil fruit and fighting style make him probably the person best suited to be hunter and tracker that I’ve ever encountered.” Brax explained, “His devil fruit allows him to search in and to a certain degree map out an area within a ten mile radius of his position.”
“N-no one can hide from Tanner.” Vincent smiled, “A-and once he knows where a head is, they can’t get away.”
“I’m off to the main road!” Tanner suddenly exploded as he jumped up and ran off.
“T-though he is a little lacking in the planning department…” Vincent sighed.
“That’s what we’re here for!” Brax said as he deflected the Barbarian’s heated blade.
That’s when Vincent saw it. “S-so,” He shivered, “Cool!” Vincent finally noticed The Barbarian’s heated weapon, and was instantly overcome with want for it, “B-brax! G-get the sword from him!”
“Why?” Brax asked, “Does it serve some purpose to you in this fight?”
“N-no.” Vincent admitted, “B-but I want it!”
“Screw you!” Brax barked, “You already have two perfectly good swords!”
“T-they’re for show!” Vincent barked back, “C-come on…”
“Hell no!” Brax yelled, “You want the sword, you fight the big, nasty bad guy!”
Vincent paused to consider this option. Eventually his greed overcame his cowardice and he agreed, “F-fine, tag!” With that Vincent tagged Brax and threw Elyse into his arms, “B-but you have to take care of the injured girl while I fight!”
::Meanwhile in the antique shop::
“I will give you just one chance, mystery man.” Terrance yelled, “Give up the hostages now and I will make your death quick and relatively painless!”
“That’s not much of a chance.” Jamaar replied.
“Listen here; I am “Black” Terrance, first mate to the one and only Lef!” Terrance smashed through a wall with a single punch, “You can cooperate, or I’ll show you why they call me “Black”!”
"LEF!" Tanner cried as he flew into the bottom street from the roof, "I'm going to have to ask you to stop your attack." he said with a smirk.
Lef skid to a stop and narrowed his eyes, "I was told a hunter after me and my men, but you're so much less than what I had expected."
The burly, bearded man waved his hand forward and his men slowly advanced on the lone hunter. The young man dropped into a defenseive stance as the men rushed fin like uncoordinated pack of dogs. The leader of the pack attempted to slide right into Tanner in order to knock him from his feet but a quick kick to the sand effectively blinded hte would-be attacker. Tanner then jumped high up in the air to avoid the blinded attacker and spun around to kick a second mutt in the face. Landing softly, he kicked off hard to meet the next one head-on. Tanner's sharp elbow and the pirate's comparatively soft stomach collided and the Brabrian fell the ground. Rather than stop Tanner spun away from the falling hairball of a man and moved on to the next. Turning around, the hunter planted a back kick into his target's face. The lackey fell back, head flung as far as it would go without killing him and landed with a thump in the dirt with his companions.
"Looks like you need some stronger friends. You should've held auditions like I did." Tanner laughed, grinning like an idiot. Lef's scowl, on the other hand, just grew deeper.
"You think a team slapped together a mere few hours ago at the most can stand up to my men? You're dumber than my informants had made me to believe."
Tanner's idiotic grin turned to a more cunning one, "I trust Brax and Vince. They found good nakama."
Lef didn't hurl an insult nor did he comment on his own crew's prowress; he only raised his long claw in a defensive position and took his stance. Tanner took his own weapon out and took his own stance; pointing a grin at his mark the entire time.
- A strange whistle made its way through a group of pirates. Every now and again, the whistle would stop, and three or four pirates would take flight like rag dolls getting tossed around. Samson was merrily hacking his way through the crowd and trying to locate the leader of his new employers. "Oi oi oi! You fellas wouldn't happen to know where your leader is, would you? The guy I'm looking for is probably near him."
The pirates charged. "DIE YOU HARD-SHELLED FREAK!"
With a single swipe from his cleaver, the charging pirates were knocked aside. "Well, that's just rude. You guys really need to learn to relax and enjoy a good drink." The fishman chef uncorked a jug of wine he had at his side and gulped some down. "Too bad you were so hasty. I wanted to thank you guys for the wine. I managed to swipe it when I blew up your ship." Samson rested his cleaver on his shoulder and wandered off, leaving behind the broken bodies of the small group of pirates on the ground. "Peh. Weaklings." The lobster-man shook his head and merrily wandered towards the sounds of battle.
In the middle of the street were two men facing either down. One was surrounded by wiggling men as they attempted to move both their unconscious friends and themselves from the scene. The other had his side of the battlefield all to himself; stuck in his stance as if he was born into it. As the last of the fallen ones left the wide main road behind, the bearded Brabrian leader launched forward and the young hunter rushed to meet him.
The first move went to Lef as he swung his silver claw at his opponent. The attack would have riped Tanner's face apart if he hadn't kicked off to the right. While sliding to a stop Tanner unleashed his silver three-sectioned staff, bringing it down on the pirate's head. Lef blocked the middle section with his muscular left arm but the last section whipped him in the back. It tore a cry from the larger man's lips but it didn't stop him from grabbing Tanner's weapon and attempting to wretch it from the hunter's hands. Rather than allow himself to become unarmed, Tanner held on tight and was lifted from his feet. Seeing the results, Lef sneered and threw the young man into a nearby building. Or rather he tried to throw the young man into a nearby building. Seawright landed on his feet as skillfully as a cat and leapt off of it and landed just as deftly a few inches from his opponent. From there he proceeded to strike as the pirate's exposed stomach until Lef stumbled back into a building and somehow managed to grab Tanner's fists. But before Lef could do anything further, Tanner finished the fight. The hunter quickly twisted from Lef's grasp, spun, and kicked up the metal staff that Lef still held on to. The middle and third section, coupled with Lef's own metal nail, was more than enough to knock the Brabrain captain off his balance. Quickly following that, Tanner punched Lef square in the jaw; effectively ending the fight.
Exellent Tanner thought happily, Now I just have to show his men he's defeated and save the town. Then find Vincent and Brax. Then find all the auditioners. Then make sure they're all ok...Then root out the rest of the pirates from the alleys and such...Then find a new ship...Then...
"This could take awhile..." Tanner sighed in a defeated way.
"'black' must be the color of the bruises that your opponents leave on you," Jamaar was getting quite cocky after he came up with his idea. He wasn't aware of just how much he had pissed off Terrance just with his lie, now he was mocking him.
“You mock me?!” Terrance yelled back to Jamaar “Me, the first mate under the great captain Lef?!”
“Yes, I am mocking you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“This is an insult to my…” Terrance was saying a slow, angry voice, when he got interrupted by the messenger he had sent.
“Sir, I have a…”
“I don’t care! I have something to take care of!”
“But sir, it’s important.”
“Fine. What do you have to tell me?”
“Well, I gave Lef your message, and he said it wasn’t important. But he did tell me that you should look for a few bounty hunters that are after us. He said its nothing to worry about, but we should take care of it.”
Bounty hunters…? Jamaar was thinking about something as Terrance was receiving his message. Oh right! I signed on to be a bounty hunter with those guys. I had forgotten about it because I was too busy keeping from getting killed. If that’s the first mate, then all I’ll have to do is rattle him up a little bit and bring him back.
“I’ll do that, but first I have to take care of this hostage situation.” Terrance told his messenger. His attention shifted back to Jamaar, who looked different. He wasn’t cocky or happy as he was earlier, but instead he looked like he wanted something. “I know you just heard that, so you now know that I’m going to have to hurry this up. So it’s time you give my men up, or die!”
“I understand. And I’m also have to get going myself. So I have a proposition for us: A one-on-one duel. Just you and me.” Jamaar had now had his chance, he just needed for Terrance to accept.
“Fine, I accept your challenge. Let’s end this with our fists.” Terrance replied to Jamaar’s challenge.
OOC: I'm bored, so I'll just revive Elyse... and sorry my post kinda sucks, but I ran out of ideas...
IC: Elyse's eyes flickered open. They wandered in the direction of the noises Elyse was hearing, before snapping wide open at the realization that there was a rather large battle going on. The foggy memory of burning the Brabian flag came into her mind, and at first Elyse though it was the memory of a dream. She slowly realized that it wasn't a dream; her new crew was in the midst of a huge fight against a high-bounty crew. Elyse stood and drew her swords. Arrows won't help much in this fight... she thought and ran towards the fight, which seemed to be turning in favor of the bounty hunters. Elyse smiled and quietly walked up behind two of the pirates. A quick flick of Elyse's wrists, and the two pirates fell to the ground. Elyse was about to do the same to a third pirate when a larger pirate came up behind her.
"You burned our flag! That is something a crew cannot forgive!" the man shouted and lifted a giant battleaxe above his head. Elyse said nothing and waited for the lethal blade to begin its downward path. It came and Elyse quickly evaded the attack, slicing at the pirate with her swords. Though her attacks connected with the man's side, neither did anything but tear a hole in the man's shirt. The man laughed. "Armor, missy. Light sword attacks won't do anything against me," he said, and proceeded to swing his axe in a large circle. Elyse bent backwards, feeling the wind as the axe passed above her face. The moment the weapon passed, Elyse planted her hands on the ground and launched a kick at the man's face. He moved his head to the side to avoid the kick and felt a sharp pain in his neck. Looking down, he saw the green tip of Elyse's sword disappear back through his neck. "You... b****..." he said as he fell back, his eyes rolling up into his head. Elyse ignored him.
This fight is going nowhere, there's too many of them... I should go see what my new leader is doing, maybe he or that strategist will have an idea... Elyse though and began to look for her new crew.
“D-definitely not as cool to fight the hot sword!” Vincent screamed as he ducked under the barbarian’s blade, “Switch me back, Brax!”
“Hell no!” Brax yelled as he awkwardly blocked a strike with Elyse still in his arms.
“Looks like you’re stuck actually fighting.” Rain chuckled.
“I-I guess I am.” Vincent whimpered, “I-I don’t think we’ll be able to end this without breaking the cool sword…”
“I’ll teach you to underestimate me!” The barbarian screamed as he backed Vincent against a wall and swung again, “You can’t run from me here!”
“Let me teach you something about your sword.” Vincent let himself fall to the ground so that the barbarian’s sword hit the wall instead of his head, “Hot metal is soft.” Vincent pointed up at the barbarian’s sword, “And hot metal hitting cold, hard stone that hard is bound to lose its shape, much less its edge.” Vincent smiled grimly. The barbarian’s blade still worked, but it had taken a bit of an ‘L’ shape after hitting the wall. “Bokutoryu, Thwack!” Vincent slashed upward with the branch and sent the barbarian flying towards Rain. “A-Alright cold lady, let’s see what you can do!”
“My name is Rain!”
Tanner found himself panting on the top of a small building overlooking the battle at the docks. It seemed that most, if not all of the pirates had congregated there at the sight of their burning ship. A good bit of the pirates had been knocked out at this time and Tanner was proud of the people who had answered the ad; whoever they were. Still, a great deal of Brabrians still remained.
Time to demoralize them
The hunter took a deep breath and called for all attentions and for better or for worse all eyes landed on him.
"Brabrain pirates. I am-" Tanner stopped to strike another pose; this one of victory and pride, "Tanner Seawright. Bounty Hunter!"
Their all too stunned by my prowress!
"I have defeated your leader, Lef!" the hunter continued, holding the unconscious pirate up as far as he could, "Surrender to my hunting clan!"
The "stunned silence" turned into cries of anger, "That idiot beat Lef!" "Get him!" "Let's teach that bastard a leason he'll never forget!" "@$$hole!"
Seawright began wiggling around the roof avoiding weapons that were being thrown at him and dropping the enemies' leader in the process and getting even angrier cries and more projectiles thrown at him.
- After finishing off the jar of wine, the lobster-man tossed it to the ground, shattering it. "What a dumbass... Every pirate on the island shoulda seen that, and *burp* Ooh. That was some good stuff. I should've saved some to marinade steaks in..." Samson looked lost in thought as he rubbed his antennae/moustashe in thought. "That would make a damn fine grill... especially with a little garlic, butter, and lemon..." He thought for a second before he stopped and shook his head hard. "What the hell am I thinking? That idiot's going to get himself killed unless somebody helps him. He should have known that these aren't the kind of men who'll lose heart if they see their leader beaten... They'd just get pissed." Picking up his cleaver with one claw, Samson hoisted it over his shoulder and began to trek towards the angry mob chasing after Tanner. "...Dumbass."
Tanner ran around in circles as, taking out pirates and avoiding blows at the same time; though a spectator would have to wonder if the man was a genius or a lucky fool. Tanner was running around, ducking and flailing his arms and jumping on people; almost bungling around and of course this only further infuriated the pirates. The people who had answered the ad in the bar was fighting all of the people in the outer circle but soon the circle became a wall as Tanner ended up at the dock with his back to the water.
"Uh-oh..." the hunter turned around and the pirates sneered; all preping their weapons for the final strike.
Tanner whipped out his three-sectioned staff and began flailing it around as if it could imtimedate the enemy. The pirates advanced some more and just as someone yelled his name Tanner launched his weapon-
-in the exact opposite direction.
The silver staff flashed and crashed into what was left of the Brabrian ship and a flaming rope came rushing down. Tanner jumped up and caught the end of the rope which was thankfully not of fire.
"VINCENT! BRAX! THE DOCK QUICK!" Tanner cried as he sailed through the air.
The two nakama looked at one another before nodding and instructing the others to attack the dock. With the end planks knocked away and the support beams caved and the mass of bodies on the other end the whole thing fell into the water. All the pirates fell into the water with a chorus of cries.
The rope that Tanner had been swinging on finally fell apart as the flames continued to eat away at it. The hunter was plopped unceramoniously on the ground.
"So...what are the chances he did all that on purpose?" Brax asked Vincent.
"Knowing Tanner...he probably did it purposely and accidentally."
Smiling Brax only shook his head and made his way to the water, "Well, we should probably get his weapon and the bounty heads."
"So, what's on the line in this duel, Mr. Hostage taker?" Terrance asked of Jamaar.
"Well, first of all, the name is Jamaar," Jamaar told Terrance, hoping not to be called "Mr. Hostage taker" again. "Well, no matter who wins, the hostages are going to be freed. If you win, you get to beat me into a bloody pulp. If I win, You've got to let me leave here without you or your men bothering me, and I'll need to take you. I want to get the bounty on your head."
"Well then, Jamaar, that seems to be heavily tilted in your favor, but it doesn't matter, as you have no chance of winning in the first place," Terrance remarked to Jamaar about the duel conditions. "I accept the conditions as well."
"Well then, with that settled, we can go ahead and get this over with." Jamaar said just before he jumped out of the window and back into the street. He landed in the middle of a very broken circle formed by a group of about 15 or 20 pirates. Jamaar landed on his two feet with one hand to the ground to keep his balance. He began to rise, bringing his body up slowly, but just before he had fully gotten up, Terrance had moved in and given a punch. Jamaar was able to see him and was able to move off to the side so the punch couldn't deal any real damage, but it was able to glance him. The punch caused Jamaar to slightly go off balance, but was prepared for Terrance's next attack. Terrance charged in again and punched with his left fist, but Jamaar was able to catch it with his left hand, and then cupped his hand around Terrance's. He then heated up his hand to try and really hurt Terrance. However, even after making it really hot, Terrance really didn't seem to be affected. "What's going on here? You don't seem to be affected by heat at all."
"Why do you think I was called black? It was because I use to train by punching burning logs of wood, and my hands got a lot of black soot on them due to that. It also made my hands immune to heat." Terrance told a slightly baffled Jamaar.
"Well, I guess that makes sense, but it doesn't seem like something so threatening. What's dangerous about this training?" Jamaar asked of Terrance
"Well," Terrance responded "What do you think happens to someone when their hands are constantly on fire: They get immune to pain, and can go through harder training."
"That makes sense. So it seems like I'm going to aim for your head!" Jamaar yelled as he removed his hand to let it cool down and shove Terrance's arm out of the way, and then leap in at Terrance and punch him across the face, an attack that hurt him, but didn't appear to have any disastrous effects. Terrance countered with a kick to Jamaar's head, but Jamaar ducked out of the way, and then jumped up and laid a powerful kick on Terrance's chin, sending him up into the air. Jamaar came down and stood on his two feet, and then jumped up and just over Terrance. He grabbed his throat with his right hand and began making it hot, and then put his left hand elsewhere on the throat, and started strangling him. They landed on the ground shortly after with Jamaar on top of Terrance, flailing around to let him go, punching and kicking him Jamaar to try to get him to let him go, but they were ineffective as he was using most of his strength to breathe. After doing this for a short while Jamaar lifted his hands off of his throat, and put his right hand into a fist. Jamaar then used a final punch on Terrance with a hot, right hand, effectively knocking him out. He stood up and looked at the stunned crowd, looking at their defeated first mate. "All right, I'll be leaving, and I'm taking him with me." Jamaar grabbed the first mate and began dragging him away.
Before Jamaar walked too far, one of the pirates yelled at him "Hey, you, what happened to the hostages? We can't find them."
"Oh right, that." Jamaar said to the pirate, while still walking by only barely turning his head to towards the pirate. "I made that up. I didn't take any hostages."
"What, how dare you! All right men, let's get him." The pirate yelled back at Jamaar
"But the deal was that I get out of here safely, right? I think you'll have to abide by that, no matter what I've done." Jamaar said insultingly to the pirate, who did not respond to him. With that, Jamaar walked off with Terrance, heading back to where the real havoc was taking place: the southern side of town.
ooc: wow haven't been here for a while. re-read everything and I'm going to assume that Tanner asked Tsubaki to attack the barbarian of fire. I'll add more later, this is just to get things started.
Tsubaki stared at the retreating back of the man who had just revealed himself to be her new captain.
'Weird, so I guess there are men other than Cain who freak out...' She turned around to find the Barbarian of fire only to discover that he was already charging at her.
'How dishonorable, the bastard.' She smirked and took a fighting stance, getting excited at the prospect of a good fight.
ooc: this is so not the end, but right now, sleep.
"Why thank you, my dear lady." Tanner smiled as he gracefully bowed and accepted his weapon. "What is your name?"
"Ah, what a lovely name befitting a princess." The hunter took Elyse's hand and gently kissed it as two people walked up to him. One was a man dragging the Brabrian's first mate. The other was a woman hauling the Brabrian of Fire. Tanner smiled and immediately ran to the female and bowed low.
"Why hello there, miss. I am Tanner Seawright. Allow me to assist."
Without waiting for a reply, young Seawright took the unconscious pirate from the girl. He bowed again, rather awkwardly now that he was half carrying, half dragging a body. Then he turned and began to speak, not noticing the young girl's looks; or at least that's what it seemed like.
"Auditioners! I trust my friends' judgements so go see them about being accepted! Vincent! Brax! I'm off to collect the bounties! I'll find you when you find the ship!"
With that, Tanner dumped the Brabrian of fire into Brax's arms and dashed off into town. Brax could only sigh.
"I-I should go with him." Vincent said, Brax nodded.
"Good idea. You and I both know he'll probably just start hitting on girls..."
"You wound me, Brax."
The two jumped and noticed the baby mushi on Vincent's arm had woken up.
"Tanner! S-stop doing that!"
The mushi only laughed in response and told Vincent to hurry if he wanted to come and Brax to get the new clan a ship.
"You didn't get a ship yet?" Brax asked.
"Of course not! The pirates were on the move." the little snail creature whined, "Besides, the new guys looked like they got to know Vince well enough. They should get to know you too."
Vincent and Brax looked at one another with smiles and a scoff. "Fine. Whatever."
"H-hey, wait on the main road."
Vincent ran off and Brax would have laughed but for the man, women, and giant lobster-man bombarding him with questions; most of them were about the competency and possible sanity of their apparent new leader rather than their acceptance.
"So, basicly we have a tailor obsessed navi, a lobster-man who cooks, a silent-beauty with swords and plant knowledge, a lovely with a wrench, a beautiful but cold communications expert, and a delicate princess who's touch is paralyzing." Tanner listed, "Quite the catch." Tanner smiled, thinking more of the women's company then the new clan as a whole. His friend could only laugh nervously as he thought about how the three girls had acted so far.
Tanner was still smiling idiotically as the two men walked through the door of the postal office. Everyone stared at them as they walked in; probably still worried from the attack just a few hours ago.
"Do you have a Den Den Mushi we could use?" Tanner asked the nearest person. A man pointed to the corner as everyone else began whispering. Rumors travel surprisingly fast.
Is that them?
Two fo them anyway.
I think the one with the Mushi took out the pirate captain.
I heard the one with the glasses led the rest of the group.
I heard they have a lobster monster on their team!
Don't be stupid!
I saw some of their nakama earlier at the bar. Not bad.
Those two aren't bad looking either.
Tanner grinned and slapped a slightly red Vincent on the back, "Enjoying the-"
"Oh, hey Sterof. Go a couple of bounty heads for you. Thought I'd tell you now so you could get rid of the paper work now."
"Oh, good. I'll get started. Thanks man. And uh...Well, I'm not suppose to do this but...I got a good bounty for ya."
Tanner's smile widened and leaned in to hear what the blue snail was whispering. The hunter's smile only widened even more as he said "Thank you" and "Goodbye" and hung up.
"Vince. We should get moving before the news of this bounty gets out."
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"This, is your ship?" One of the hunters asked Rain, in somewhat of a shocked state.
"What's wrong with it?" of course, it was just about the poorest looking ship in the sea. It had two masts, and well kept square sails, but the good aspects ended there, the deck was a mess. It had never been scrubbed at all it seemed. The outside of the ship seemed to have a few patches on it, probably holes from runins with reefs and sandbars. To make matters worse....
"I-I-It looks like a floating barrel...." Vincent remarked, examing the ship.
"I admit, it's not much, but it floats, and it sails well..." Rain said, in defence of the ship. "If you don't want it, we could scrap it...but I would have to move the Den Den Mushi out of the hold....
"Wait, you breed them in the hold?" the lobster man asked...then he looked at the ship..."they don't, get sea sick, do they?"
"I keep the hold very clean for them, but the four crew quarters rooms have never been used...I would always sleep near the wheel. We may have cobwebs to clear out." The hunters, Rain included, cringed a bit at that...
((OOC: MO BACKU!!!!))
Tanner Seawright stood on the cabin deck of Rain's ship; ironically named The Sea Siren. Upon exploring the ship, the young men, women, and sea-creature man found the vessel possesed three levels. There was the deck which had a wooden figurehead attached to the hull. Tanner assumed it a siren. Then there was the deck itself and wooden rails with paint chips littering the bases. The new nakama could see the ship's former colors in small areas. There was also the two masts, one smaller than the other and at the top of the taller mast rested a crow's nest which had a few small holes. Behind the second mast stood the wheel/navigation room where Rain had said she would be sleeping. It had four weathered walls, a giant window facing the bow, and a door towards the stern. Besides the steering mechanism, there were also chairs and a table with a quaint little cup sitting on it. In one corner there was a cylinder shaped wall running up and down the length of it. On the opposite side of that wall was a door and when opened it revealed a spiral staircase. The stair lead down to the cabin deck. Next to the staircase lay the kitchen while at the end of the hallway lay the storage room. In between there were four rooms, two on each side. Opposite the staircase was another door which lead down to the mushi hold Rain spoke of. The young mush breeder refused to let them in it claiming the late night visit would frighten them. Tanner didn't mind waiting, especially with the task at hand. Roommate assignments.
The young hunter held one of Jamaar's numerous hats and stared intently at the neatly folded pieces of paper. Tanner knew each piece of paper had a number written inside. Two ones, two twos, two threes, and two fours. A gloved hand shook the hat once. Twice. Thrice. It moved to shake it again but another hand snatched the article of clothing and its contents away.
"Just let us pick already!" Brax fumed.
"Heh." Tanner offered in apology. It was getting late. So, everyone reached in and plucked up a piece of paper; except for Samson for Jamaar protested a giant lobster claw reaching into his precious head wear so Vincent picked one for Samson. Finally, Brax dropped the final paper into Tanner's hand and all read their numbers.
Vincent stared at his hand as if it had betrayed him, then he stared at Samson; Brax laughed at Vincent's misfortune all the while oblivious to the resident tailor's scrutiny; Tsubaki eyed the silent and reserved Elyse; Tanner beamed as Kari held her head not believing fate's cruelty.
"Hey wait a minute." Tsubaki said, coming to Kari's rescue, "We already agreed girls with girls and guys with guys."
Her reminder didn't dampen Tanner's mood, "Luck of the draw." he said. The next thing he knew two female voices cried "You sleep outside!" and he was flung out the door. Once the door slammed shut the ejected hunter realized he needed to buy more beds for his new nakama as each room only had one bed and though they could fit two bodies, the hunter wasn't sure if they would like sharing.
Oh well. I'll look into it once we get to the island.
With that Tanner Seawright folded his arms behind his head and went to sleep with the stars as his blanket and Vincent's muffled whimpers as his lullaby.
The next morning, Crescent Moon Island rose out of the sea with the sun.
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- "N-now just how is this going to work?" Vincent whimpered as he and the massive fishman stood side by side and looked at the room they were assigned. It was a mess. Spider webs, paint chips, saw dust, and a rickety bed that looked like it would collapse if the slightest weight was put on it. "Bah. Keep this filthy room for the night." Samson then turned and walked out the door, much to Vincent's discontent. "Where are you going?!" then muttered "...man, it's freezing in here..."
- Samson looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to inspect the kitchen, if this boat has one, and then I'm going to sleep outside. The waters should be fairly warm, tonight." His powerful armored tail then swished the door shut, and the lobster fishman set off to find the kitchen. What he found was almost as bad as his supposed "bedroom." An inch thick layer of dust covered most of the counters, and it looked as though what implements had been used were used improperly. The stove seemed to be the only thing that redeemed the entire room, and it just barely made the room worth saving. "Oi, oi, oi! I get drug out of another town, and for this!? I can't work like this!" Storming out of the kitchen, Samson left his belongings in a neat pile next to the railing, with his cleaver keeping watch over them. Before diving overboard, he looked at the sleeping captain, and flicked his antennae with a smirk. Upon hitting the water, Samson feels a little better. Finding a comfortable place on the keel of the ship, he falls asleep for the night.
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That morning Kari stepped out of her room and stretched. She headed out to the deck stepping over the captain. She was looking around a bit. "A good scrubbing a new paint job and some finer touches and this ship will look like new" she said to herself.
Looking up she spotted the small holes in the crows nest. "I should fix that real quick like"
"Do you always talk to yourself?" came from Tanner with a grin on his face.
"Yes. Its the most intelligent conversation I ever have" joked Kari. "But seriously, I only do that when I'm mapping out my projects" She did one more scan. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go look for some supplies" and with that she headed to the supply room.
Damn not a whole lot of wood in here to use...guess the crows nest is going to have to wait thought Kari as she looked into a fairly empty room
Tanner watched with satisfaction as the marine ship sailed away from the Sea Siren. Sterof had evidently had the ship retrieve the bounty heads while they were returning from a filed negotiation mission. The young hunter couldn't help but wonder what they were trying to get; after all the marines had the ten million ready. The only thing Tanner knew for sure was that it must have been important.
Eh...It's none of my concern.
Tanner jingled the bags of beli as if to ensure their solidity and verify their existence. All that matters is my crew eats for the day. He stepped through the door of the wheel room then dropped the money in the middle of the table.
"Our pay." he announced.
"That's very nice but right now we're working on our next mark." Brax replied after dragging the bags of weighty coins from the coffee table, "We'll split it up equally after I subtract all the expenses from our last fight, buy supplies, pay someone to fix the ship-"
Kari looked up from the map of the island they were at, "I can fix the ship."
"Ok." Brax said nodding at the girl, "In that case, the money will be spent on wood. Then we still need cleaning supplies to clean the kitchen, and maybe we'll buy some more beds as well. Or at least some better ones."
Several nodded at this last statement.
Tanner sat stood at the nearest opening and found himself situated between Brax and Vincent. The old parchment rolled on the table showed small boxes which were a grid for the map, splitting the proportioned image into sectors. In the corner of the parchment small crossing arrows showed readers which way north was; under that the words "Crescent Moon Island" was written in big fancy letters. The center of attention was directed towards the image of the island. True to its name the island was the shape of the crescent moon almost as if the moon had fallen out of the night sky and into the sea. At the center of the inlet was a small dot representing an island. Brax set a small golden beli model over it.
"This is where Maxwell Torento is currently living. According to Sterof, our contact in the marines whom we receive and deliver all bounties, Torento lacks the ability to fight himself but what he lacks in brawn he makes up for in brains. And beli. He's hired what could pass as a decently if not well trained army. He also seems to have a high level security system as well as a fortress of a mansion. We're not really sure what's inside so when it comes time to collect him we'll have to be careful."
Brax's hand had been hovering over the little plastic model but now he moved it over one of the moon's pointed ends. "This is crater harbor-"
"Who comes up with these names?" Tsubaki laughed.
"There's nothing we can do about the names." Brax said smile, "Anyway, we'll be staying in this town and hopefully gather some information through the towns since the Torento has to be getting his food and other essentials from somewhere. We think it's from the town since there are no reports of ships coming or going from his little island; with the exception of some marine ships."
Brax stopped speaking and reached into his pocket. Then he silently took out a poster with a picture of a chubby looking man with sharp eyes and finally dressed. He was looking off to an angle; almost as if the photographer took the picture while Torento was walking past him. Max had thin looking brown hair which parted down the middle and reached his ears before curling away towards the air. A slight double chin that peeked out from under a thin goatee. Under the picture, the words "WANTED." where printed in big bold letters and under that "Dead or Alive" then finally the amount to be rewarded: 150 Million. "This is Maxwell Torento."
Brax set it down in the center of the map and looked around at the faces. No one seemed to be lost or confused, though the same could not be said of questions.
"Well" Tanner called without taking his eyes off the wanted poster, "Any comments?"
The previous night
Vincent shivered and took a breath as he looked around the room. “M-maybe it’s for the best that Samson’s not going to sleep in here tonight.”
“Why’s that?” Brax stood in the doorway, arms crossed.
Vincent looked down at the floor and tried to take another deep breath, “I-I’m just not comfortable yet…”
“You’re gonna have to get comfortable around these guys sometime, Vincent.” Brax walked over and sat down on the bed, that gave a loud creak as though it would give under his weight any second, “They’re our new nakama after all.”
“I know.” Vincent turned and met Brax’s relaxed gaze with a tired one, “It just won’t happen right away.”
Brax chuckled at Vincent’s response, “And knowing you there won’t be any middle point either. One day you’ll be uncertain around them, and then the next day you’ll be all chummy like you’ve known them for your entire life.”
“I can’t help it.” Vincent smiled, “That’s just the way things seem to work out with me. What brings you in here anyway?” Vincent started to dust off the floor in the corner of the room, “Can’t sleep?”
“Nah,” Brax got off the rickety bed, “Jamaar’s just… redecorating our room, and I didn’t have the guts to get in his way.”
“haha, I wouldn’t dare get in his way either,” Vincent took off his coat and shirt, revealing just how scarred his body was, sat down in the corner he had just dusted off, rested his swords at his shoulders, and then draped his coat back over himself like a blanket.
“I suppose it would be pointless to ask why you can’t just sleep in that bed.” Brax waited for a reply, but Vincent didn’t answer. All the planner did was take off his glasses and put them in his pocket. Brax looked back at Vincent’s eyes and shuddered, “Jeez your eyes are scary. I’m glad you keep those glasses on during the day.” Still no reply. “Done talking already?”
Vincent’s form didn’t move at all, nor did his facial expression change. The only way Vincent acknowledged Brax’s presence was by hissing, “Go to bed, Brax”
Brax took the hint and moved towards the door, but paused, “The title of Kensei… That’s a heavy burden for you to bear, isn’t it?”
Cold eyes glared from the corner, “If only you knew what an understatement that is…”
“A-a little more.” Vincent’s head poked over Samson’s shoulder, “A-a little more.” The lobster man flicked his antennae and tried to finish cooking Vincent’s egg, “A-a little more.”
Samson’s eye twitched after every time Vincent said, “A-a little more.” ‘It’s not enough that I have to work with this broken down kitchen and limited supplies, but now I have to deal with this guy?’ The lobster man grunted and decided to ask if the egg was up to standards. “Is the egg done enough for you yet? It won’t even qualify as an egg if I cook it for much longer.”
“B-but I might get salmonella if I eat an undercooked egg!” Vincent whined.
“It’s not undercooked! It’s charcoal!” Samson threw the egg on a chipped plate and shoved it into Vincent’s hand, “NOW JUST EAT YOUR DAMN FOOD!”
“Y-yes sir!” Vincent scurried over to the table and sat as far away from Rain as possible. Vincent’s fear of salmonella kept him from consuming his egg, so he added ‘death by egg’ to his list of fears and picked up his book again.
"Our pay." Tanner announced as he dropped 10 million beli onto the table and situated himself in between Vincent and Brax.
‘How much money will we have left after repairs are done?’ Vincent wasn’t listening to the conversation anymore; instead he turned his attention to the map of Crescent island now on the table, ‘How will we approach the island?’ Vincent turned a page in his book and felt the scar on his forehead, ‘Maxwell Torento… The man has a sizeable army under his control.’
"Well" Tanner called without taking his eyes off the wanted poster, "Any comments?"
“Y-yeah…” Vincent didn’t look up from his book, “T-this is a battle with a simple but hard to execute plan.”
“Care to be a little more specific?” Tsubaki was the first to speak up.
“A-all we have to do is draw the army out.” Vincent looked up from his book, “O-once the enough of the army is out of the way…”
“Torento will be easy to take down.” Brax finished for Vincent, “But he’s not an idiot. He’ll keep enough men as guards to still cause us a lot of problems.”
“W-we just have to scare him into sending out all of his troops.” Vincent returned to his book, “W-we’ll fake a naval strike from the world government.” Vincent waited for someone to ask.
“Spit it out!” Brax kicked Vincent’s shin to get him talking again.
“O-ouch! F-fine!” Vincent rubbed his shin and continued explaining, “W-we need it to look like the world government is attacking. W-we’re working on budget though, so renting out several full fledged ships and painting them with marine colors would be too expensive.”
“They just need to look like marine ships from a distance right?” Kari’s eyes lit up.
“Y-yeah,” Vincent replied, “T-they just need to look enough like marine ships to get Torento’s entire army on the water. T-that means lots of big looking ships.”
“I can do that.” The gears in Kari’s head were turning, “I could make row boats look like war ships from a distance with the right supplies.”
“How much will the right supplies cost?” Brax cut in.
“Not as much as chartering the same amount of boats would.” Kari saw that Brax was looking for a more specific answer, “Dunno, 50 grand a ship?”
“C-call that 200-300 grand total.” Vincent took note of the expense.
“And I would need a person manning each of the ships when they were on the water.” Kari added.
“A-alright.” Vincent paused to think for a second, “One group will confront units on the water. A-another group will attack the army officers as they try to assemble troops on their ships. T-this attack should confuse the troops for long enough that those on the fake naval ships can get to shore and join the fight. A-at this point they’ll probably figure out that we’re trying to distract them, but it’ll be too late. G-groups one and two will have the army in a pincer strike, and a third group will already be infiltrating the castle.”
“Who will be in each group?” Rain asked before Vincent could continue.
“I-I don’t know.” Vincent said matter-of-factly, “S-someone else can decide that. T-tanner should probably lead the group that confronts Torento though.”
“Why?” Rain asked.
“B-because that’s the coolest job.” Vincent stated triumphantly, “T-that’s the one he would want!”
“Damn right!” Tanner exclaimed as he clapped Vincent on the shoulder and laughed triumphantly.
“Oh god…” Brax put his head in his hands, “We’re all going to die.”
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Tanner turned around and slapped Brax's back, "Oh, come on. It'll be great! Besides you won't be there, will you? Knowing you, you'd want to be on the ships out on the water."
"Yes! Please!" Brax exclaimed lifting his hands as if to pray, "As far as way from you as possible!" He then bowed his head as if begging God; all the while grinning widely.
Before anything else could happen, Kari interjected, "Anyway. First we need to get to the island and get supplies. We also need to get some info on this Torento from the locals, right?"
"Right."Brax laughed, "But first we'll need to get to the island and land. We'll also need to take out the expenses from the last job. Speaking of which..."
The hunter pulled out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Tanner, "The last town wants to charge us for destroying part of their dock."
"Bu-But we're HEROES! WE SAVED THE TOWN!" Tanner whined.
"Yes, well. That doesn't change the fact that their charging us. In fact their charging us a little bit less because of that very undeniable truth; however that still doesn't change the fact their charging us."
"Sixty thousand..." Tanner groaned.
Tsubaki snatched the letter from Tanner's hand and started waving it at the man as if it were a weapon, "Stop cryin' about it. That won't solve a thing!"
"R-right." Vincent stuttered, taking the paper from the girl, "W-we'll j-just have to add it to the expenses."
"And please be more careful about breaking public property while on hunts." Brax added, "Now, everyone get ready for the docks. Tanner, Vincent, and I will start taking out the expenses. We'll meet in here again after we arrive at Crescent Moon Island and talk about the leftover money then."
Fifteen minutes later Tanner walked out of the room after discussing different expenses and discovering how much the newly formed crew had left to spend. After considering how many people would be available to actually man the number of rowboats the budget for Kari was determined to be two hundred thousand. Then after taking out the initial sixty thousand it took to pay the town on Larincia Island the crew still had nine thousand seven hundred and forty beli left over. And of course that still didn't count money that would be put into buying cleaning supplies, wood for ship repairs, plus there was still the small matter of splitting up the money. Of course, that last part would only be bothersome for Tanner if the crew decided they wanted to split the money versus keeping the money together and just spending as a group with a budget.
Well, we'll worry about that when the time comes. For now I have a date with a pretty lady.
Tanner wondered around the ship until he came upon the cool lady dubbed Rain while she was tending to the little mushi's on the lowest deck of the ship. The young romeo cried a greeting which only succeeded in startling her, "Ah! Such beauty which resembles the first fall of pure white snow. If only the snowflake could kiss my cheek I shall die a happy man."
"I don't think so." Rain replied as she calmed the tiny snails, "What is it?"
"Oh! The wounds! You think I only came down because I wanted something? Could it just not be that I simply wished to bask in your loveliness?"
"It could but you probably still want something else." Rain starting moving towards the other mushis now.
"Well what if I said that something was the intention of requests?"
"Wha- You don't even know what I'll ask of you."
"No. I will not go out with you."
"Oh no no. This is strictly business from now on. We need a way to talk with one another once we're out in the field. Brax, Vincent, and I all have baby den den mushis already. I want to know if you could connect them with some other mushis so everyone can talk to one another."
The mushi specialist finally turned to her captain and seemed to think about it for a second before replying.
She turned back among her own snails, "I can do it," she told him, "you want at least one for the ship, and then one for those decoys your sending right?" She looked around the snails that had already been fitted with transmitter/receiver modules. Then she got a few of them in her arms, as well as a small, black box.
"Wow, what's that? A gift for the handsome man?" Tanner asked as he was handed the box.
"No, its something more usefull....and I'll want him back." Tanner opened the box, inside was something resembling a wrist watch. "Its a wiretap den den mushi," Rain explained, "your going to be leading the assault right? You will need to know if the diversion worked, but he's the only one I have right now, so be carefully with him." She continued walking foreword "I'll need to see the baby mushis you all have, so I can set up a direct connection."
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The night before
Despite the fact that she had completely cleaned the room of its *ahem* previous inhabitants, Tsubaki didn't spend the night in her room. She spent most of it near the ledge of the deck trying to calm her queasy stomach.
"The ocean is my friend...The boat is my friend...The ocean is my friend...The boat...." She grabbed her stomach and tried to hold her lunch in.
"I ****ing hate the ocean and this god**** boat!"
The next day
Tsubaki had to decline breakfast for obvious reasons. Nothing in, nothing out, right? After the meeting and rashly waving the letter around, she discovered that such movements didn't improve her seasickness situation. She staggered the edge and groaned.
"I am not going ta fight on a ****ing boat." After she felt a bit better, she staggered off to tell either Brax, Tanner, or Vincent.
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