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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: 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..."

"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..."

"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.

Last edited by Cap'n Jefu (2006-11-10 12:35:34)

"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."

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.

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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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?"

Last edited by John Fuuma (2006-11-10 22:47:08)

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.

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.

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.

"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.