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”Sheesh! Why can’t they ever accept defeat?” Meijin thought as the two cronies charged towards him. In a swift movement, Trivalu reached behind him and pulled out both shotguns, twirling them around his index fingers to cock them. Both of the subordinates leapt into the air, swords drawn, screaming at the top of their lungs. “STUNNER STINGER!!!” was all they heard before being blasted with a combination of a sandbag and rock salt.
The two men hit the ground as hard as the bigger pirate’s jaw did. A quick shake of his head helped him regain some composure as he walked over to his two comrades. The Triviamaster motioned towards the bodies and commented, “They’ll be out for a while, but when they wake up you might wish that they hadn’t, since that rock salt’s going to sting like none other.” The large pirate stood between the two bodies and started to smile. “RETURN!” As he said this, the two bodies lying at his feet started to melt and combine with his body. As the two bodies disappeared, his body got larger until he towered a whole height above Meijin. “My name is Wilson Spalding, infantry commander of the Death-Stitch Pirates. I’ve eaten the katsu katsu no mi, which means that I can split my body up into smaller bodies at will! You’re not getting out of this one so easily, little man!” Trivalu got out a notebook and started writing in it while he though, “I wondered why those three looked so similar, now I know why” Becoming angry at the Triviamaster who wasn’t paying attention to him, Spalding yelled, “I don’t think you know who you’re dealing with! I’m worth 20 million berri!” Meijin quickly did the math in his head to compare his B 48,151,623.42 bounty to the giant in front of him. He snapped his notebook closed and smirked as he said, “I think you’re going to have some trouble considering that you’re almost at a 2.5 disadvantage to me.”
Something snapped in Spalding (perhaps his pride) and caused him to bring the full force of his rage down on Trivalu. The Triviamaster sighed as he thought, “I wish my new attack was ready so I could take him out in no time. Oh well, guess I’ll just have to do things the old fashioned way . . .
The pair continued walking into town with no apparent destination.
"So tell me Clara, where are you staying?" Allen asks in an attempt to end the awkward silence.
"Were do you live?”
" Oh, I don't live on the Island" She said half smiling
"Hmm, well then that puts us in a bit of an awkward situation" scratching his head
"What were you going to do before we ran into one another?”
" I was going to just have a look around, see some of the sights, and then see what captain would be kind enough to give me a ride out of here for a bit of navigating or something." Clara pulls out one of her throwing knifes, and starts to twirl it around in her hand. "Anything really to avoid being bored."
“ You’d be hard pressed to find any ships left at all the pirates did a real number on the docks" Allen looks at her hand. "You know you really shouldn't do that while we are walking"
Surprised Clara looks at him. "What do you mean?" Following his eyes to her hands and notices the knife going around. "Sorry, bad habit. I started doing it to keep captains off my back, kept them away when they noticed the course was wrong" Stopping the knife she flicked her wrist and watched it spin upwards in front of her and caught it idly with the same hand and slid it back in its scabbard. "What about yourself? Before those pirates showed up what were you planning to do?"
Shrugging his shoulders "I had planed on picking up a few bounties to pay off my docking fee, get my self some rum from one of the bars." He stars digging in his pack
"Oh, so you're a bounty hunter?"
"Not really, I just turn in a few every now and then to get by.” He pulls out a half empty bottle of rum "Want some" He holds the bottle in front of her.
"Hey, what kind of girl do you think I am?" She half shouts at him.
" I didn't mean anything by it, It's just a drink" He puts the bottle to his lips and takes a long drink.
"Ahh, hey, don’t you find it strange?"
“Find what strange?” she asked
“I have yet to see one marine and this pirate attack has been going on for some time”
He takes another drink for the bottle
“You’re right, I haven’t even heard alarms yet, hey you shouldn’t do that and walk you know ”
Allen finishes off the bottle of rum, “I don’t like this at all.” he tosses the empty bottle away. He stops walking “Clara, I want you stay close…” he starts sniffing the air. “ The smell of blood is strong up ahead”
“Who the hell do you think I am, I’m not some kid you know”
Eyes darting all around. “ I know, just keep quite, I don’t like the feeling I’m getting” as he half pushes her behind him.
A figure stumbles out from one of the side streets. He’s covered in blood and can hardly walk. He’ mumbling to him self something about pirates. He has a large scythe strapped to his back.
“Carla, I don’t know who this guy is or if he’s on of the pirates attacking the town, but if we end up fighting you need to find some place to hide”
“Hey, stop treating me like a kid, I can handle my self”
Allen turns, kneels, and looks her in the eyes. “ This guy could kill you before you even laid a hand on him.” He stands back up “At least say behind me until we find out what he’s up to”
Allen turns back to where the man was walking. He hasn’t moved much and still hasn’t seen them. Allen shouts, “ Hey, you there, you wouldn’t happen to be one of the pirates attacking this town would you?”
The man stops and clenches his fist. Looks up and yells.
“Fuck no I’m not one of them, are you?”
Smiling Allen says “Nope”
“Good, because if you were I would h..ave.. to…”
Before he finished what he was saying he passed out and slumps to the ground.
Allen & Carla quickly run over to him.
Allen sets his bag down and looks him over “Damn, he’s taken a real beating.” He places his hand on the mans chest “Looks like he broke most of his ribs and he’s got cuts all over” Allen starts digging around in his bag. “ Carla, come here and take off his weapon. I’ll do my best to patch him up but I’m no doctor so well have to find one fast.” Allen finds what he’s looking for in his pack his last bottle of rum and some bandages . “Damn I hate to use my last bit of rum like this but I need to clean out the wounds before I wrap them” as he washes out the wounds the unconscious man winces. Allen then wraps the wounds as best he can.
“Carla, I’ll need you to hold my bag so I can carry this guy on my back”
Carla tries to lift Allen’s bag but can’t
“What the hell do you have in here?”
“just the basics… Rum, change of clothes, 500 pounds of weights, and a few other odds and ends why?”
Carla jaw nearly hits the ground
“500! Pounds of weights!! Why the hell would you need that much"
Allen laughs a little “Oh, I didn’t even think about it being to heavy for you, here I’ll take it too just hold his Scythe” Allen picks up the bag with his mouth.
"lets get going"
Pulver was standing amid confusion. The screams of were everywhere; the canons were still shooting all they could; the titling of swords; the smell of gunpowder; the horrors of human killing and unnatural destruction.
Suddenly, he saw something that made him stop his pace: a red eyes cat was standing wounded just at the destroyed corner of an alleyway. The blood, mostly coming from his chest and odd-angled forearm tinted his otherwise shining white fur and the pink collar around his neck. And his cries and whispers were as painful as they could be.
Another cat was standing beside him. This cat was ugly. Half an ear was missing, one of his brown eyes had a strange sick glow in it and several scars covered his dark brownish body.
After a few seconds of looking at the beautiful, run down cat. He ran away with an agility and velocity that surprised Pulver ...
He smiled and thought to himself...
Evolution is such a wonderful thing... The peaceful environment benefits beauty in to the detriment of wits and agility. A quick environmental shift makes the good seam useless and the bad seam life-saving. Humans still have a long way to go, in order to realize their propose according to nature’s desires.
And, passing the, now dying, blood covered cat; he continued his path to the big ship.
Last edited by morsmodre (2008-08-15 09:16:30)