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The mobster was more than willing to spill his guts. When Rhynn was doe interrogating him, he even knew the adress of his rich and feeble grandmother. "Thank you for your cooperation. Now there is the problem of you leaving to tell about us..." Rhynn said, seemingly lost in thought. "What to do..." the mobster whimpered behind the layer of duct-tape. Rhynn snaooed his fingers and smiled. "I know what I'll do with you..." Rhynn opened another cabinet and brought out a cute maid costume.
"Wear this, and clean up the mess." Rhynn ordered. "Make a sound, and you die. Try to run, and you die. Try to sift through my stuff... you'll WISH for death." Rhynn started writing something on a piece of paper. "When we are ready to go, you will get a choice. Come with us as the maid. Or deliver a receipt to the world bank." Rhynn watched the two bodies with disgust in his eyes. "Two down... 278 to go."
As he saw Rhynn bring out the amids outfit, he put a hand over his mouth stifle the smile. When he felt he'd retained enough composure to make a stab at some humour, he commented on the maid outfit.
'I didn't know you swung that way Rhynn.'
Rhynn, sensing that there was a hidden sting in the question answered sharply. 'Swing which way?'
'Oh... you know. The maid outfit, the sadomasochism... I've got no problem with it, but they have dedicated professions for that stuff- You don't need to become a pirate to do it.'
Vahn tried to stifle a giggle as Rhynn span around and eyeballed Takashi, whose expression was completely deadpan. 'What are you trying to say?' he growled, looking for the merest glimmer of a smile.
'Nothing.' Said Takashi pushing pat Rhynn towards the door. 'It just looks like your so far in the closet that your in danger of coming out in Narnia.'
'Narnia?' asked Vahn, who didn't recognise the name.
Takashi ignored the furious Rhynn and shrugged his arms. 'i don't know what is is either, but it just felt... right, when I said it.'
Takashi walked out the doorframe and grinned at the still seething Rhynn. 'Are we doing this or not?'
Great, thought Takashi, smiling slightly. His crew appeared to consist of a prepubescent retard and a cross dressing sadomasochist. ...But seriously, where had Rhynn got that outfit from?
(Ooc- Sorry if this post in a bit... off, I tried to catch up best I could.)
This pillow is rather uncomfortable... Bars don't make good pillows, girl. ...Oh. Khyte lifted her head from her folded arms slowly and looked around, blinking and taking in the same old sights, smells, and sounds. She had gone back into her temporary HQ a moment or two after that parade passed by, that man dragging a body and that other guy who looked like the man's pet or something. Hadn't they been speaking before that? What happened? It wasn't the time to think about it.
Bringing her things along, she traveled table-to-table, asking what the island was called and what time it was. Course, mostly everyone in the bar was either rude, drunk, or both so it wasn't much of a help. "If you need a place to stay tonight, I rented a room here. The bed is mine, so you will take the floor. Good night." That sounded like a sober somebody. Khyte wandered overly slowly, watching someone go up the stairs then noticed the person she had bumped into before while exiting, "Oh... sorry about before, um, can you tell me what island this is and what time it is? If you can't, it's perfectly fine."
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OOC: Getting worked up about something like that is sorta out of character for Rhynn. But it works, since he is pissed for another reason.
IC: Rhynn looked at Takashi, and sighed. "We move just before dawn. At dawn two fops will enter a duel of guns. It will not end well..." he drew his gun qith mercurial agility and aimed it at Takashi's head. "Boom. Misfire. With emphasis on the fire." He holstered the gun "And in case you wonder, that outfit belonged to my previous FEMALE crew-member..." Rhynn paused a bit "Slash captive..." then looked at the fading sunset. "She was much hotter..."
"That reminds me. We need to get some females on board. Unlike you, I am not too fond of teenage boys..."
Rhynn's final comment sent Vahn into hysterics. Even though he was sort of at the brunt of the joke, it was mainly insulting to Takashi and Vahn was glad to see the older ex-marine beaten... if only for a second. The young fighter couldn't stop laughing, eventually having to hold his ribs because of it. Takashi was not be be the fool however, and Vahn's laughter rubbed it in deeper. With two heavy steps, Takashi approached the hysterical boy and backhanded him with a heavy swing; the power of his steps enforcing it.
Vahn flew backwards, the laughter instantly ceasing. He tumbled into a crate (which luckily was empty), smashing it into pieces. Before Vahn even got up, a series of contraptions went off and a a heavy blade came down right above Vahn, stopping maybe a foot from his chest. Vahn blinked, not even sure what just happened.
"Ahh... Much better." Takashi smiled, the relief of violence bringing him joy.
"One of my traps--" Rhynn started, but young Vahn made his way on his feet and pointed a fist at Takashi, seething with anger and a bit of pain. "Well, nothing stops this kid... eh?" Rhynn mumbled to himself.
"Why'd ya hit me, you big, dumb gorilla-ossan!!" Vahn shouted, clenching his fist harder. The side of face was red in the shape of the older partner's hand. Takashi folded his arms and smirked.
"Because I wanted to, boy. Is that a problem?" The young fighter glared at him.
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"Oh... sorry about before, um, can you tell me what island this is and what time it is? If you can't, it's perfectly fine."
Zan looked at her, barely recognizing her as the woman who had passed him earlier. He looked up, thinking...
"I don't know what this island is called..." he thought for a bit longer before saying, "As for the time I think its six-o-clock, maybe five after."
"You don't have a watch..." she wondered aloud...then, more directly, she asked, "How can you tell time like that?"
"I look at the sun, it's not that hard when you think about it." Zan then continued up the stairs, at the top he turned around and told her, "I'm not exactly sure what this island is called, but I'm dead sure I saw a sign down by the dock, I just don't remember what it said...like, Platter Island or something..."
Takashi cracked his knuckles and stared at the angry Vahn, a livid red mark across the boy's face. He was as annoying as hell, but... There was just something about that kid, something that made Takashi think (if only for a second) about hitting him. Like a terrier witth a bone, once Vahn had gotten a grip on something, he didn't seem to let go very easily. Like a fight. Or life. This kid had a future, but if he stayed in this kind of company it would be a bad one. It made Takashi think. No one had ever looked up to him, even if they feared him. This boy did neither. Then what was it that drew each person to the other? Destiny? Conflict of personality? Did Vahn see Takashi as a father figure?
no. Certainly not. Takashi was not someone you'd want to rely on, and at the same time, he didn't want any kid relying on him. So that wasn't it- Takashi didn't want to be a father figure and Vahn didn't looked like he needed one. Friends then? That was another possibility out the window. This kid was an annoying, over-confident, talkative brat. Nevertheless, there was something that had stayed Takashi's hand the numerous times in the past few hours, times where he would have unhesitatingly killed someone causing him this much grief.
'Takashi! Hey! Stop spacing out! I have to go over the plan in detail with you!' Shouted Rhynn, snapping his fingers in front of the recently Oblivious Takashi's face.
'Oh... right. Go ahead.' The mystery of why Vahn was still alive and unmutilated in Takashi's presence would have to be solved later. Now there was work to do.
"Ya know," responded Vahn almost randomly. "It is a problem!" Rhynn, who was ready to explain Phase 2, sunk his shoulders as he was interrupted yet again from this bickering. Grumbling, he just took out his book and opened it to the next chapter. "Stop batting me around like a little kid. If you want me as your crewmate you need to show me the respect nakama deserve!" The word nakama bothered Takashi, his arms uncrossing at the mention of it. Vahn thought he was finally going to fight him and readied himself. The larger of the two stared at the other, an odd silence hung in the air. Takashi was the one to break it.
"Heh. Heh heh... Hehahaha!" he suddenly roared with laughter. Vahn lowered his fist and raised a brow. What was it now? Rhynn wasn't even paying attention, already delving into the next chapter of his book. "That's more like it boy!" he exclaimed. "I couldn't have a pansy as my First Mate, could I? Good to see the baby can stand up for himself, eh Rhynn?"
"Mmmf, hmm... girls..."
"Uhh..." This strange moment caught Vahn off guard, thinking about how to respond to this. Takashi walked over to the door and turned around, facing the other two.
"Anyway, we need to know the next part of the plan before we can continue." Rhynn didn't even look up from his book. He must've been pretty tired of the other twos' bickering. "Oi. Pervert. That's your que." Rhynn shut his book and shook his head.
Vahn suddenly perked up, a coy smirk across his face and his arms crossing.
"By the way, I'm not first mate. I'm the Captain since the captain should be the stron--" Vahn's delayed, and now 'out of date', comeback to try and top Takashi was stopped by yet another scuff to the head.
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Platter Island didn't seem right bit Khyte just nodded her head, "Ah, well, thanks. ...Bye." It wasn't much of a goodbye since she went right back to the bar, right back to the seat she had since we first walked into this place. After a while, you kind of get used to the yelling, fights, the lingering smell of booze and cigarette smoke but the food was horrid. It was either A - much too cold, B - way too hot, C - old/moldy/or anything related or hey! There's even a D which is it tasted so bad she wouldn't even let a dog eat it. She was a bit surprised she hadn't suffering food poisoning.
"Excuse me," she said to the waiter/bartender who stopped and looked to her, brow raised.
"Can I maybe make my own food seeing as you can't cook and this food... this is food right? It tastes... there's no word to describe it."
"If you don't like it, leave. Easy."
With a glint of metal a dagger was shoved up against his throat, the edge digging into his skin but not enough to break it. That was all he needed to let her op behind the bar and start.
Blue flame lapped at the sides of a frying pan; meat sizzling with the smell of seasons. Another pot was used for making some type of dressing, a bowl held two eggs, an even smaller bowl filled with crushed dried leaves and something sweet. A few people had stopped to watch, calling orders (some which she wrote down to do) or just wanting to see what this stranger could do.
"I have already told you the basic outline. Now here is what we will do." Rhynn folded out a pair of sheets with lots of scribbles. Pointing at himself and Takashi "We two dress as mobsters, visit the bank before hours tomorrow morning. The night shift will be ready to leave, dead tired. The early shift aren't too alert either, since they just woke up. We enter to deposit an item, while Vahn" Rhynn nodded to the youngster "scuttle up the ladder behind the bank and drop a device into the right-most ventilation shaft from his perspective. WHEN YOU HEAR A LOUD BANG FROM THE UPPER CLASS DISTRICT! I cannot stress this enough."
Rhynn nodded to Takashi. "As the commotion take place outside, we subdue the guards, and empty holding boxes 16 through 21 into three prepared suitcases. If we have time, we loot whatever we manage to bring along." Rhynn then pointed at Vahn. "You keep watch, and warn us if unforeseen elements enter the course of execution. When we emerge, the bank will be on fire. You climb down, we run to the main street and blend in with the crowd. We walk at a decent pace, return at the harbor at about one hour from the time we left. We cast off and sail away."
Vahn nodded eagerly, excited by the prospect of taking part in a wellplanned theft. Takashi on the other hand, had experience, and with that came doubts. He knew that the success of a plan didn't depend on how well made it was, but how well it could be adapted in the heat of the situation. Vahn had no experience in such matter,s and it was his role to look out for such unforseen elements.
'It won't work.' He murmured quietly, running a hand through his hair.
'What do you mean?' asked Rhynn sharply, only the barest hint of annoyance that Takashi had discarded the plan outright at the very beginning. If you weren't looking for that very slight raising and sharpening of the voice, you wouldn't catch it.
'I mean that Vahn just isn't equipped for the role. You may have only said he should warn us of unforseen elements, but if you're honest with yourself then you know just as well me that a warning will not help. It's up to the spotter to take action to let the other part of the plan go smoothly. Take Vahn with you, and I'll take over his role.'
Rhynn put it bluntly: 'Unacceptable. I know what you're capable of, so I don't need to worry about if you'll fuck up or not. Vahn- I can't rely on him in battle.'
'I can handle any role, if it's for my nakama!' shouted Vahn, full of energy.
Nakama. Those words grated against Takashi's conscience, and reminded him, that there was no such thing.
'We are NOT nakama. We are business partners. the bond of nakama has no profit, and will never be as strong ast that between two businessmen... Anyway Rhynn, as it is, if you let Vahn take the watch, I'm not risking my neck for this job. There's just too much that can go wrong to trust rectifying it to this kid.'
'But I don't want him at my back either. I can't rely on an unproven fighter, and if I can't rely on him, I won't do it.' answered Rhynn. At that point Vahn sat down on a crate, his face a picture of misery as he resigned himself to the fate of listening to Takashi and Rhynn argue. They both knew what they were talking about, and vahn respected the expertise, but it was so boring! All he wanted was a good scrap, and it seemed that even that needed to be talked through.
Takashi rubbed his chin. 'You won't trust one unproven person with your life... but would you trust two?'
'What do you mean?' asked Rhynn, confused.
'The duel takes place an hour before dawn right? There's plenty of people who'd do something for money in this town at short notice. We find one, two, maybe even three people to help out and offer them a small cut of the cash.'
'That's even less satisfactory! What if they backstab us?'
'Then we'll stab them right back. Remember that guy we saw earlier, the one who went off to look at his ship?'
'...yes?' said Rhynn, the beginnings of understanding showing in his face.
'We find him! Split up and search the town, find the guy and drag him back to the schooner. We brief him, arm him and pay him.'
'I'm not sure there's enough time. Besides, we only have three suits!'
'There's always a few people on the streets in these merchant islands at any time. He'll blend in, and if you two DO need help, he's right there. As for time... We have fifty minutes, if we split up I'm sure we can find him.'
'I dunno Takashi...' murmured Rhynn, leaning against the crate, hand on forehead, looking pensive. It was a difficult decision, but Takashi was right. It didn't matter how well you planned something like this, it was how well you adapted it.
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Rhynn took a quick wash and changed his clothes so he wouldn't reek of blood. Mildly sceptical was an understatement to his disposition in adding a fourth member. Not only did it increase the risk of blowing the cover, but it meant less money for him. "The split is 50% to me, with rights to first pick. And you can divide the rest among yourselves." Takashi furrowed his brow, but Rhynn elaborated "This is my plan, my knowledge, my previous effort. There are things I require in some of these boxes. The whole plan is flawed if the main purpose cannot be achieved."
Rhynn put on a fresh coat, and made sure his equipment was properly fastened. "I'll check the pubs in the eastern parts of town. Vahn, you check out the waterfront, and Takashi, you take the northern. I have a feeling he won't frequent the posh district." The pair nodded and departed.
The grizzled ex-marine caught the whiff of something on the wind. The smell of fried meat. His stomach growled like a wild predator, reminding him that he hadn't eaten all day. He regarded the tarnished sign with a raised eyebrow. This place was far from RESPECTED with regards to cooking. As he came through the door, he recognized the savoury scents of marinade and the sizzling of meat on a frying pan.
Rhynn pulled a barstool from under the butt of another patron, and placed it closer to the cooking spectacle. The patron started to protest, but Rhynn's cold glare unnerved him from even making a sound. "I see there is a new chef here..." Rhynn leaned over the bar and regarded Khyte, standing in front of a rarely used oven. "Is there a bite left, or do I have to settle with enjoying the aroma?" She was ready to take a break, having cooked for nearly an hour, running low on several key ingredients, and arranged a last dish. She had trouble deciding who would get it, sice there were several who seemed intent on eating it.
Rhynn mused and continued the small talk "Tell me, miss, how did such a gentle creature like you end up in this hovel?" Khyte looked at the ungroomed, yet rugged ex-marine with a polite smile. Rhynn kept up the cherade and added "Where are my manners? The name is Rhynn. Rhynn Chelimber." he made sure that the other patrons heard his name, dripping with the hint stay away from my supper.
"Ah, I just remembered that the wife is waiting for me!" "I am quite full actually!" "Thank you for the food!" the scene at the bar cleared, with the hurried steps of locals who knew the name of the reckless bounty hunting arms-dealer all too well. Rhynn smiled an uncharacteristically warm smile when Khyte came over with the food. "Ah, thank you, you're a lifesaver! It's been weeks since I had something this appealing." Rhynn took a bite, and almost dropped his fork. He had forgotten how a homecooked meal could taste. "Miss..." Rhynn said, looking Khyte square in the eyes "This place has struck gold in hiring you..." and with that, the flattery and manners disappeared in the almost non-stop gorging.
Through the chaos of the crowd an angel appeared! Rather ungroomed for an angel. "Ah, thank you, you're a lifesaver! It's been weeks since I had something this appealing." He had said. She nodded. "Miss..." he added a moment later. "This place has struck gold in hiring you..."
"...I wasn't hired. I threated the bartender and he let me cook." Khyte answered calmly with a shrug. Two bodies since she got here, so, wasn't it normal for someone to be killed or threated? "But I'm glad you like it, if you want the rest of it, here, take it." Another plate was set in front of him, this one filled with bits of meat, sauce and the remains of the seasonings and whatever else was left.
She brought a stool behind the bar and wished it was a chair to flop into as she sat, kidnapping a piece of meat off the other plate with a quick hand. With the crowd and now this angel (only because he seemed sane enough) the golden eyed woman had not eaten a bite herself, so even a scrap of meat was like paradise to a snarling stomach.
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And so, Vahn was tossed back out in the streets. He was ordered to search the waterfront for that guy they met earlier. He had called himself a doctor... Dan Zankai was it? Or perhaps the other way around. Either way, Vahn had conversed with him long enough to remember his melancholy face.
The docks were cold this time of night, the wind surfing on the waves blew right into Vahn, giving him quite the chill. North Blue was known to be the coolest of the four oceans that surrounded the Grand Line but Potter's Island was more south than most of the winter-bound ones. Jet-black hair pressed against his face as another gust pushed against his frame. Shoving hands deep into pockets for warmth, Vahn scanned the beach and docks in hope of seeing at least a silhouette; preferably of the young doctor. Takashi and Rhynn said nothing of finding anyone else, so Vahn was not about to go out of his way to find anyone else. Zen Mankai or Tin Monkey or whatever was his target.
He had removed his mobster outfit before he left; the stench of blood, sweat and B.O. was something he could live without. Besides, he was going to have to wear it long enough when this robbery took place. But this was the last thing on the young fighter's mind. Why were both of his crewmates so skeptical of his skills? Especially that damn Takashi. Did he not remember their meeting? Vahn had taken him down quite quickly. And what about the mobster? Three-Hit Combo was all it took. If only they knew of his past exploits... all the crazy criminals and vile vigilantes he beat to a bloody pulp. Vahn clenched his fists. When he had the chance, Vahn would show them how reliable he really was. Experience wasn't everything... or that was his way of thinking about it.
And then came a smashing sound. Like the breaking of a beer bottle. Vahn stopped and looked around. It seems while lost in thought, he had wandered to the warehouse portion of the dockyard. Probably home to gangbangers and wannabe-punks. The young fighter was right. From an alleyway between warehouses, a handful of punks strolled into view. They wore leather jackets and chains. Some of them wore no tops; probably in an effort to promote the 'coolness' of their tough-guy body tattoos. Another group emerged from the alley to Vahn's left and a third behind him. A majority carried some sort of makeshift weapon. Their 'leader' stepped forward, a wooden plank continuously slapping in his free palm.
"You lost little boy?" he spoke in a demeaning tone, his words not making much sense considering the minor age difference between them. "'Cause it looks like you wandered into the wrong side of town." The gangsters burst into laughter almost as if on que. Vahn smirked.
"Not at all. I was looking for Dumbassville and lookey here... it seems the Mayor himself has come to greet me." The members of the gang all 'ooo'ed as an angry look shot across the leader's face.
"Bad move kid. We're the 'Dockyard Hooligans', the top gang around Potter Port." The gang suddenly started to inch closer to the lone fighter stuck in the middle. "I would ask you for your last words... but I believe I don't give a shit."
Vahn gave off his devious smirk, only angering the leader more. He slammed his fist into his open palm, cracking his knuckles.
"Heh. I've been itchin' for a good rumble. I think you guys will be a nice warm up before I take down Gorilla-ossan." And right as he finished, Vahn shifted into his battle stance in the blink of an eye. A slight murmur arose from the group. He looked serious now, quickly scanning his opponents with his limited vision; catching every piece of his surrounding in his mind. Inspecting the gang's leader he nodded, a devilish gleam in his eye. "Any time you're ready guys."
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When Zan went to the room that Locke said he could stay in, he would be surprised to find noone there. There was an open window suggesting he had left for some reason...
"That'll be 100 belli exactly."
Locke handed the grocer his last remaining coin in exchange for 5 suckers, each a different fruit flavor. And the first one would be.....cherry! He placed the lollipop in his mouth and bid the owner a good evening. Walking through the streets at night was nothing strange to him, in fact, he felt more comfortable now than during the daytime. Still, this was when the idiots and wannabe gangsters would walk around, and as luck would have it, there was a couple now. Or so Locke had thought.
When the two came into the light, Locke then realize who the two were. Their suits identical to one worn by Locke, the only thing different was theirs was sleeveless, displaying the wolf tattoos that all enforcers had. One of them, Locke knew personally, Edward Tetter. The other was a new recruit.
Edward lit a cigarette, illuminating his scarred face that reflected the sorrow in his voice, "You damn son of a bitch...Of all the people in the world, you were the last that I expected." The second one didn't speak in front of his superior, but he nodded in agreement.
Locke knew that answering back would be worthless. Edward was here on orders, to the best of his ability, he would execute it. "Master Virgil wants you dead. You committed the gravest of all sins. You killed Master Dante."
Locke answered back the only way he knew how, he took his battle stance. Edward understood, nudging the rookie to follow. This was a battle to the death.
In true rookie style, the younger of the two rushed Locke, yelling a battlecry to give himself strength. Locke waited until the last second, then grabbed the overzealous individual's extended arm. Using the momentum, he threw the boy over his shoulder, sending him flying into a nearby pottery store window.
"I knew I should have came alone. That was always how you operated," Edward said, already on his second cigarette. He took up a stance similar to a boxer, bouncing lightly to build a rhythm. Edward was one of the older enforcers, well into his 50's. It was often wondered why he didn't take one of the other positions in the family, one more prestigious and easier on the bones.
Locke grabbed one of the shards of glass that had resulted from the rookie's flight, arming himself with a makeshift dagger. This time, Locke was the one to rush, fully aware of what would happen next. Ed did a slight hop forward, letting loose a rapid two hit combo, opening with his left and finishing with the right. Locke took the first hit directly in the face, but when the right came in to finish the job, Locke shoved the glass shard into Edward's fist. The older enforcer recoiled in pain, leaving enough room for Locke to tackle him the ground.
Locke pulled the glass piece from Edward's fist, forcing a yelp of pain from the old man and raised it above the man's throat. "Finish it, Locke. I can't bear to survive any longer. Virgil is destroying the family, and I know you weren't the one who put him there. I can't run like you, but if you kill me here and now, I'll have no regr-" was the last thing he said before a punch knocked him out cold.
Locke had no obligation to kill. He was no longer a Valko enforcer. He then proceeded to went to check up on the other man, the one who Locke threw through the window. He wasn't happy to find that not only was the rookie not where he was supposed to be, but was running towards the dockyards; scared that his superior had been bested so easily. Worried that the rookie would run back to Virgil for backup, Locke chased after him.
The new guy was surprisingly fast however, and Locke could only keep pace with him. He ran to what Locke recognized as the warehouse area in the waterfront. The quick little bastard dodged ran between the different buildings, hoping to reach the shipyard before Dante's "murderer" could reach him. Dodging into an alley, the rookie noticed a large group of men, some his own age. Thinking swiftly, he abandoned his suit blazer and undershirt, blending in with the men around him.
By the time Locke turned the corner, he had lost sight of the rookie. What he did find was a gathering of several men, thugs and wannabe gangsters. To the side on the ground, a white blazer indicating that the rookie was hiding amongst this group. Hiding here was as good as any, there was easily 30 young street thugs here, all looking for trouble any time of the day. To find the rookie, he'd have to flush him out. Locke cracked his knuckles when a few of the thugs noticed him, "Collateral damage."
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Zan did find an empty room...but it didn't bother him. I'll just get something to drink, I can make my proposal later... He grabed the pillow first and stuffed it in his bag. Sure he get's the bed...but I can't sleep on just hard floor... The pillow distorted his bag a bit, but it didn't interfere with his scalpel pouch (which was on the outside anyway...) so it didn't bother him.
As he walked down the stairs he saw two familiar faces...the girl who had asked for the time, and the man who had gone to get his ship back. Both of them were on opposite sides of the bar. "Oh, hello again..." he said to both of them. Rhynn looked at him with a smirk.
"Hey, I never caught your name!" he called, overly frendly "I'm Rhynn!"
"erm, I'm Zan..." he knew this guy wanted something...but what, did he fail and need medical help? Did they succede and still need medical, or some other kind of help? Zan decided to find out. He sat down a few seats away form Rhynn and asked "Ah, miss, can I get some water?"
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Rhynn turned to the man and smiled "Can't you see she is tired from cooking all this time?" his smile was as if painted on, for in sharp contrast, his eyes promised quick death. Zan was sorta put out by the response. "So I suggest you get your own water and let the poor woman rest her feet for a second. There is a fresh barrel just behind the counter, and since the bartender is incapacitated, it seems self-service is the way."
Rhynn turned back to Khyte with a smile. "Say, miss. If you are not employed full-time, I would love to have you cook for my crew. We are a group of... let us call ourselves alternative freelance entrepeneurs, in the field of focused social improvement and redistribution of resources." Khyte blinked a couple of times, absorbing the odd innuendo-ridden offer "Please, take time to consider, I realize it much to ask." Rhynn added.
He knew that this place would become a free-roaming hell when the world government sought retribution. And anyone seen speaking with him would be targeted. He knew the game this well. And his odd take on chivalry could not suffer this kindhearted woman to endure pain in his place. Also, he desperately wanted someone nice to talk to, especially considering the rest of his crew.
While Khyte was thinking about a response, Zan got his own water and sipped on it. Rhynn noticed the fingers of the man, and the careful dexterity he showed. To test his observation, Rhynn faked choking on his food. He was taught first aid in the marines, but the maneuver to free blocked airways weren't very common knowledge in the age of pirates.
There was a moment that seemed as if it were frozen in time. Nobody moved, nobody spoke; it was almost as if it were a dramatic opening to gigantic battle. Vahn kept his eye locked on the leader, knowing far too well that none of his cronies would attack before him. Or so he thought. From amidst the crowd of thugs, a single man emerged wearing only a pair of white dress pants. He had two distinct tattoos on his arms, a wolf going down each. It seemed he was just a little too eager to fight, or perhaps he wanted the glory of the opening punch?
The rookie Valko was running right at the young fighter, but his vision was aimed behind him as if he were being chased. Finally, as he neared the lone figure in the middle, he looked forward... only to be met with the fierce fist of a battle maniac. Vahn had taken this as a pre-emptive strike from the gangsters before him, not noticing the confused look on all their faces. The underdog's fist had smashed into the rookie's nose, instantly breaking it along with the pair of sunglasses that he wore; shards of plastic exploding into the air. This took the Valko right off his feet and sending him to the ground unconscious. Some of the gangsters were confused at who the "surprise attacker" was, and others had seemed to notice something present in the nearby alley. But when all was done and through, the rumble Vahn had been waiting for... begun.
Almost instantly, the leader and a handful of goons charged Vahn. He stepped back to avoid a heavy pipe swing and returned the favor with a hard fist into a second gangbanger's cheek. Ears perking, he dodged to the side as another foe whipped a chain at him; instead nailing one of his own members. With an well-placed uppercut, Vahn pushed away a few gangsters with a flying body only to turn around and take out another pair with a roundhouse kick. Things heated up and Vahn was forced to roll out of the way, into a three-point stance, of two punks with 2x4s. But before the young fighter could dispose of them, a man around his age with blue hair in a white blazer appeared slamming a trash can over their heads.
Vahn wasn't sure if he was an ally or a vigilante of some sort, but the look on his face showed no signs of meaning to help him. The mysterious helper elbowed another gangster in the jaw before Vahn realized he was being targeted. A large plank came down on the young fighter, breaking in two on his back. Still low to the ground, Vahn didn't move. The gang leader laughed, the other broken half still in his hands.
"How'd that feel, boy-ya? I told you! Don't mess with us!" Vahn slowly stood, much to the gang boss's surprise and chaos happening around them. Turning to him with an ice cold glare, Vahn unleashed a quick jab to the gut followed by heavy kick to the chest; sending him flying into an approaching group. Ignoring the throbbing on his back, he went to knock out another goonie with his fist. Only this time, his punch was caught.
Looking at who was skilled enough of these slobs to catch his fist, the young fighter's brow raised. Through jet-black locks Vahn saw the unique fighter in the white blazer. Something about him gave Vahn chills, as if he was going to actually put up a fight. He smirked and tossed a kick at the stranger. He ducked under and tried an uppercut towards Vahn. Vahn pulled back, barely missing the attack before punching a random attacking gangster. Locke's stare was cold, as if he was doing this because he HAD to, not because he enjoyed it. Vahn's on the other hand, was exactly opposite.
Locke shot to the floor to grab a chain a gangmember had dropped and began spinning it in the air. Vahn readied himself for the attack, and ducked and dodged as Locke swung it at him. Locke charged with the weapon and Vahn ran away, hopping onto the alley wall and shooting over the blue-haired gangster and into another member. For a while, the two were seperated, much to Vahn's dismay, and were forced to clean out the remaining fighters if only to reach eachother again.
Vahn slugged one of the few standing and raised his leg straight up, bringing it down on the still standing gangster's head in a nasty axekick. The young fighter exhaled, surrounded by KOed bodies or moaning wimps. He turned around to see the stranger remove consciousness from a punk with a 2x4. The scene was gruesome and the gangsters left standing booked it immediately after seeing what the two, who were obviously not in their gang, could do.
The only two left standing were the fighter with jet-black hair and the gangster in the white blazer. Vahn was ready for a real challenge. But it seemed the silent stranger had other plans.
Khyte was about to get up to fetch the water when the man did it himself, under the command of this angel as it seemed. The request was indeed odd and would have to be thought through clearly. But not every ocean is clear as is the mind. "Let me get this straight, you want me to join you and your crew so I can cook for them? What kind of crew are we talking about here, angelo, you don't look like a marine nor much of a pirate. Take no offense." She leaned onto the counter, narrowing her eyes to show she was not one to be easily fooled. The fact she knew his name and he was unknown to hers stuck her a tad funny, but didn't laugh out loud or so much as smile about it.
Then he began to choke. She raised a brow and gave the answer of "You want water too? Maybe you should chew before speaking, ne?" just to be a smart ass, wanting the upper hand of this.
OOC: while trying to find suitable names for the characters in Takashi's past, I discovered the word Takashi actually means 'eminence', which I thought was oddly suitable, considering that he wants to rise to an eminent position.
somewhere in the Northern District
The last man crumpled to the ground as hi face connected with Takashi's outstretched fist. As soon as he'd enetered this district, he'd decided the best way to find someone worth hiring was to fight anyone who fancied their chances. This was the twelfth guy, and as yet not one had been able to stand more than two punches.
As this latest defeated opponent collapsed to the ground, Takashi stamped on his skull, hearing the crack and watching the oozing blood stain his boot. Looking at his clenched fists, he saw blood on them too. Takashi hadn't fought with his fists for a long time- not since he'd joined the marines. Back on his home island, where the whether was harsh and the fights had no rewards...
And suddenly Takashi was back, beating the pulp out of his younger brother, sisters trying to pull him off.
'You bastard!' He roared, continuing to remodel his brother's face, ignoring his bleeding knuckles. It could be his blood, it could be his borther's. It didn't matter.
'You stole Akio!' Howled a thirteen year old Takashi, hot and angry tears streaming down his face as his sisters finally pulled him away. The brother who had stolen Takashi's precious, and and battered teddy bear stood up, wiping away the blood from his face. The boy was fifteen, diminuitive, and sly.
'You're in for it now Takashi!' screamed Chiyoko, one of Takashi's many sisters. 'Ma said if you got in any more fights she'd beat you into next tuesday!'
The thirty two year old Takashi smiled slightly, Pulling out a hankerchief and wiping away the blood from his knuckles. Two many siblings to count. Different fathers. Different mothers. On that island, people got married, had children, were widowed, got married again, and then died themselves. He seriously doubted that he had ever known his biological parents. The whole family was passed from one adult to another, death and remarriage passing the whole family on like one giant parcel. Most of the people Takashi called brother or sister weren't even related to him. And he hated them all. Staring at the blood staining through into the hankerchief, another memory stirred in his mind.
He was older now, fifteen, or maybe sixteen. Birthdays had been a rather loose concept in his family, and it didn't matter if you were a week, a fortnight, or even a month of your date of birth. At least his probably wasn't years off, as Arisu's was.
Takashi had a hankerchief around his hand, which had been slashed by a broken bottleearlier that night. It had been soaked with blood and now some was dribbing down his hand and forearm. The alley was dark and long, and in it Takashi and his gang were facing off against their main rivals. He had a knife in hand, and was staring across the black gulf at the leader of the opposite gang. The oldest in his 'family', a boy named Daichi. everyone on the island had said they were related. They had those same percing eyes, dark hair, and faces looking like they were carved of stone. Neither ever had anything but a scowl on their face, and each was constantly fighting the other. There was a deep rivalry between the two of them, each leading one of the biggest and roghest gangs on the island. Now it had all come to a head, and there could be no backing down. Without a word spoken, some unseen tension finally reached breaking point, and each gang began to charge. There would be bodies left over in here, but the island's excuse for a police force wouldn't be able to arrest anyone. The two gangs clashed, and Takashi felt the axe blade of the halberd Daichi was so proud of bite into his shoulder. At the same time though, Takashi's knife had found it's way into Daichi's heart. Both stood there, wide eyed in shock, as the battle errupted around them. Takashi coulnd't believe the amount of blood pouring fourth from his brother's wound, and it looked like Daichi couldn't either. More tears- this time in grief. They'd wanted to hurt each other, but never to kill... Daichi was the closest thing to a friend Takashi had, and once again, that thick red blood was spilling out over his hands. He'd done it for power. He'd taken over the gang to get a foothold on the world, something to boost himself out of this mess. He'd only wanted to get himself out of the pit he was born into, and now... Had he lost something much greater?
The barest hint of a tear trickled down the older, and more grizzled Takashi, as he held the blood soaked hankerchief up into the air, the wind caught it and blew it up. Takashi watched it dance for a minute, remembering the sight of his dead brother, swathed in bandages at the morgue, his face deathly pale, and the congealing blood staining the white linen strips he was covered in. That was it... Takashi had only wanted to get himself out of the pit, but Daichi- he'd wanted to fill it in. He'd wanted to help everyone out, by gaining power and using it for the good of the people. That's what he'd said in those breathless moments when the two were two tired to continue fighting. Perhaps today's Takashi might have been skeptical about it, or seen through the lie, but as a boy, he'd adored Daici as much as he hated him.
Takashi still remembered the promise he'd made in the morgue, wanting to cry, but having used up all his tears in that alley, now slick with gore. He'd take up both their goals, and he'd change it so no one had to live like he and Daichi had. The next day Takashi had joined the marines, full of grief, but also hoping it was that grief that would drive him to achieve the dreams he... and his one nakama had held.
Time had warped those goals, and in his weaker moments, when Takashi remembered all that had gone before, he even regretted what he had become. His own selfish motivation took over, and the noble intention disappeared. Stilll working towards achieving that fabled power, but for his own reasons. He'd failed to fufill a promise made to a dead brother...
Takashi wiped away the tear and his face hardened. One way or another, Daichi's wish to change the place they had grew up in would be fufilled. Takashi's first act as a Shichibukai would be to wipe the island off the map.
Locke found the still form of the Valko rookie, his face looking much worse than what Locke had seen only minutes before. Regardless, the tattoo proved it was who he wanted so he grabbed him, lifting him over his shoulder and proceeded to carry him back to where Edward was. Before him, Vahn stood ready in a martial stance, waiting for Locke to make the first move. Locke also stood there momentarily, waiting for Vahn. When neither showed a sign of attacking, Vahn dropped his form, realizing the fight was over. "You..uh...you sure you don't wanna go for round 2?" Vahn asked with a tone of fading hope.
Having achieved his goal, Locke didn't need to continue fighting. To him, fighting was a business, not a sport. "I'm done here," he answered.
Again Vahn was disappointed. He had hoped for a different answer, anything else would have worked. As battle hungry as he was, he didn't fight those who weren't looking for it. Instead, he remembered Takashi was looking for some people who could be useful in their upcoming operation. This stranger in the blazer seemed as good a candidate as any, and if chance ever came up, maybe he'd be interested in sparring, "Listen, a couple of guys and I are looking for some help tonight, and I was wondering if you would be willing to help us out?"
Again, Locke answered in the negative, "I already have a job. Thanks for the invite." He added, remembering to at least be courteous. Before Vahn had an opportunity to ask anything else, Locke had already turned the corner into the city. Vahn spat on the ground, "He could have at least told me his name." Still, he smirked, glad to know that there were a few people who could provide a decent challenge. One member of the Hooligans tried to sneak up behind Vahn, only to be dealt a devastating backhand which knocked him out cold. "Unlike these idiots..."
Edward regained consciousness much to his own disappointment. He was surprised to find the rookie next to him, still alive but hardly in any shape to run a marathon to say the least. From the looks of it, they were in some sort of basement. A single lamp illuminated the dark room, next to it, a piece of paper along with a grape-flavored sucker. Ed picked up the sheet, reading the fine penmanship. The note was concise and to the point: Steal the Silver Sterling and escape Edward realized the dual purpose of such a request. On one hand, Locke was offering Edward a new chance away from the Valko, an opportunity to escape. On the other, by taking Locke's ship, it would make it harder to find Locke himself, and should the boat ever disappear, so would Locke Sterling. "You're more clever than I ever gave you credit for," the old man thought to himself, as he carried the rookie with him to the dockyards.
"Hey, it's you. I thought you said you were quitting."
"Change in plans."
"Fine, whatever. It's a good thing anyway, Danny and Kobi caught a cold so they didn't show up. I want you to take their shift up on the roof."
A cold wind blew through the area, forcing Locke to button up his blazer to retain warmth. It wasn't surprising that the other two got sick. He popped an orange sucker into his mouth, savoring the sugar sweetness as he patrolled the rooftop. Up here, there was no other soul save him. It was a lousy job, but the only one that had been open when he applied. He hadn't even planned on returning but the condition he made was that as long as he was on the island, Locke would work the late night shift as security for the World Bank.
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Vahn was quite disappointed the blazer wearing stranger left without a fight, or even a name. He kept up with him very well and Vahn knew their skills were close. Not to dwell too much on things, the young fighter shurgged and made his way through the pile of bodies that lay on the cold ground.
"Remember me boys..." Vahn suddenly started up, thumb pointed at himself. "Vahn Renzo. Greatest Fighter in the World." With a grin, the overconfident boy with jet-black hair headed back in the direction of old Rhynn's crappy boat.
Vahn had received a few scrapes and bruises from the battle royale, but nothing serious. His back throbbed a bit and he was hit pretty hard in the face. But he continually compared the force of the blows to those of Takashi; an odd thing to do for the boy and yet, he didn't even realize it. Before Vahn knew it, he had reached the schooner and saw it still remained empty.
Hmm. Seems like I'm the first one back. He waited around a bit, hoping to see one of the others walking towards him at least. Vahn had no idea what time it was but knew it had to be close to get started with Rhynn's plan. He waited a few more minutes, which seemed like a few hours to the impatient young fighter, before deciding he would head off to find one of them. Rhynn had said he was going to the eastern part of town... and Gorilla-ossan to the north. He obviously couldn't go both ways, so he thought on which to travel upon.
Like a puppy to his master, Vahn, seemingly on instinct, headed for the northern part of the city. It wasn't like he wanted to be disciplined by that overgrown marine drop out... but it was like he found something in Takashi that he never experienced in his young life. Fatherly discipline and control maybe? But not even young Vahn would realize it until much later on.
Zan looked over at Khyte when she made the comment. The former Marine was pointing down his throat with one hand, while the other was clasped around his neck. Zan immediately recognized it as international sign language for "HELP ME I'M CHOKING TO DEATH HERE!!!" and the doctor sprang into action.
He moved fast behind the man, put both hands around Rhynn's waist and made and upward thrust. Rhynn gaged, and almost coughed That's it, little more Zan pulled again, the maneuver finally forcing enough air through Rhynn to cause the choking man to cough a glob of half chewed food onto his plate. He grabbed his stomach...groaning. "Hey, you alright?" Zan asked him, extending a hand...
"Where did you learn that?" he said, air miraculously returned to him. Most people who had that done to them had the wind knocked out of them...but then again, rescue people were a good deal stronger in the arm than Zan.
"I..." Zan was not sure what to say...If I tell him 'I learned it in school' he might...that's too much info... he eventually made up his mind and said "I'm a doctor..."
Rhynn smiled and said "Good..." he looked about to say something else, and Zan cringed, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
"Whew... perhaps your cooking is TOO good?" Rhynn huffed between breaths to regain his composure. A fundamental part of acting and bluffing was to provide an inch of truth, so the onlookers would have to go in-depth to find the ruse. And he did eat dangerously fast. "Ah, the crew..." Rhynn grabbed Zan by the shoulder and forcefully dragged him into the convesation.
"We're neither marines, nor are we pirates in the words true senses. Our ideology coincide with both somewhere in the murky middle." Rhynn looked at Zan "And as much as they need to be fed to keep happy, two of them need a doctor even more, to survive their rituals of male bondag-... bondING!" Rhynn shook his head and laughed as he imagined Vahn all tied up while Takashi slapped him around screaming "CALL ME CAPTAIN!"
"Well, the pay is good, the boat is nice, the crew is... exciting. And I think the pair of you would balance out two other members quite well. There may be clashes with the law, but I assure you, that is merely a side-effect of our pursuit of a better tomorrow, closer to our individual life-goals." Rhynn shrugged and showed them his old lieutenant bars (the ones you put in your uniform to show what rank you are) "I know more than most that the marines don't particularly like people who gain power and prestige outside their control. But fear not, I guarantee that you will not be subjected to any gross mistreatment, harassment or inequality. I am too much of a ladiesman to allow that." Rhynn smiled to Khyte, making Zan feel strangely left out of that promise.
Takashi stared at his bloodied knuckles, still lost in thought about years gone past, when he heard a slight sound behind him, the sound of someone who doesn't want to be heard. Without hesitating, he swung his fist around in a wide arc behind him turning as he did so to meet the mysterious foe.
How did he do that? Vahn knew he hadn't made a sound, and yet inches before being able to grab Takashi by surprise, he finds a fist in his face. The punch had surprised Vahn, who could seee the strength and speed of the punchwas incredible, and he had only just been able to cross his arms into a x-block to take the blow before it slammed into it. Unprepared for the force, Vahn had not planted his feet and was pushed backwards in a wide arc as the fist continued to plow forward, his movement only coming to an end when he slammed into a stone wall stopping his path.
'oh.' said Takashi, sounding almost dissapointed, 'It's you.'
'Yes, it's me!' Said Vahn sore and irritated. 'Do you do that to everyone who comes to find you?'
'Only those who sneak up on me.'
On reflection, Vahn thought it was better Takashi had caught him, as it was unsure what the gorilla-ossan would do if he WAS surprised. It was strange though, as this morning Takashi hadn't even been able to hurt him on the beach, but now, after a drink, some food and some sleep, he was a different man. It cast Vah 's assertions that he could easily beat Takashi into doubt. Still...
'So did you find anyone?'
'No-one. They're all weak. You?'
'I did find this one guy, but he refused to help. Can you imagine that? A complete stranger ignoring our shady offer!?'
'Imagine that... Come on then, let's get back to the schooner and hope Rhynn has had better luck.'