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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 4, 2014 1:46:00 GMT -5
"Let it ride! SAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Like the winds of yore. That's impressive, though I prefer real waves myself."
While the girl stumbled back in surprise or maybe horror, the hooded fellow didn't flinch, seemingly impressed with the door surfing feat and still safe from being crashed into by a short distance still. Almost as if on queue, he absentmindedly gestured to an actual surfboard that was leaning against the building behind them. It would probably be safe to assume that it was his.
"What awaits us after our surrender? Hanging? Slavery? I'll take my chances."
"Like, no doy dweeb-o-rama, but that isn't for us to lay down."
Having well removed herself from any possible risk of being hit by a sliding door man, she didn't care what her comrade did at that point, instead turning her attention to Arnell. He seemed the be the more serious of the two, so she busied herself with addressing him for the time being.
"We got us a fresh new gig, and looking to roll in the green! We find the stella world noble, and turn you dorks into road pizza. Easy peasy lemon squeezy! Now make it easy for us, and no one gets knocked into the dirt."
At any rate, she seemed confident in their abilities.
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Post by Franky on Jan 5, 2014 18:25:04 GMT -5
Approaching the bottom of the stairs Jack knelt down and placed his left hand on the door before leaping up and off the ground taking the door with him. He pulled it upwards, one foot still on it, to an upright position between him and this new guy as he sailed quickly through the air towards him, ready to collide 20 pounds of solid mahogany with his face. Though the wooden surface cut off their vision of each other in it's position, Jack's right hand was held ready.
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Post by Necromantic Soundwave on Jan 6, 2014 1:07:07 GMT -5
"I ca-"
Whatever Arnell was about to say was cut off by the door-surfboard crashing into the vicinity. He hook his head angrily and retrieved his daggers from their sheathes and he darted forth towards the woman silently, points outward in order to pierce into her. If such a thing would be successful, he would obviously continue or be met with more parrying.
He certainly hoped she didn't have a Logia fruit.
"Slavers, then? Doesn't matter, really, if you work for Nobles. I'm almost glad that Jack ruins everything, just so I don't have to listen to you any longer."
(( muh short posts ))
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 6, 2014 5:03:43 GMT -5
The door, the fellow would have normally tried to stop, or otherwise find some way of dealing with. It was when Arnell went for his comrade with knives though that he acted. With some remarkable speed, he grabbed for the surfboard leaning nearby, and with a dash moved to place it between the knives and the target like a shield. Assuming Arnell didn't have some fancy trick up his sleeve, he would find his weapons embedding themselves into the back of the surfboard instead of the young woman.
In the process, this would likely place him outside of Jack's door trajectory, unless the pirate had a way of further maneuvering it towards them.
"Brash like a hurricane. So quick to act, pirates are always so hard to deal with. Nobles, slavers, quick to jump to conclusions as well. Like the ancient mariners used to say; a stitch in time saves nine."
Grabbing onto the board and looking out from behind, his comrade followed up.
"Like, totally! Trying to get in a scuff without lending an ear to our challenge?! Like, it's almost like fighting is the only thing you're on key with!"
Finally hoisting the surfboard onto his shoulder (though, not intending to take the knives with him), he worked on the assumption that Arnell would not simply attack once more without the temporary barrier and that even if he did there would be time to intervene, or that his comrade would be able to fend for herself.
"As the wave without honor. If the challenge is not met, then harsh action may be required."
In the time it took him to talk, the young woman had picked up one of the white stitched, squishy cannon balls off the ground. Holding it between her hands she compressed the thing back and forth, as if in waiting.
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Post by Necromantic Soundwave on Jan 6, 2014 17:08:52 GMT -5
Arnell's daggers were in fact lodged into the surfboard. Before it was moved however, he did manage to pull them free. Leave it to Jack to always ruin everything. There was not a bone in his body that did not feel regret for even bothering to come here. Now he was faced with two fools who tried to talk as if they held the high ground in not attacking, when their only other offer was to put them in chains.
"You think I'm some sort of idiot? Jack certainly is, but he's got the right idea in not bothering to listen. You'll either let me pass, or there is going to be a fight. You want that noble? I don't dare what for, but he's no concern of mine. Neither is Jack."
The man with the wolf hood narrowed his eyes at his comrade. It wasn't in his nature to betray someone, but until now, he had traveled these seas alone. He had once wished for a crew, but if this is the kind of thing he would have to put up with, perhaps it was best to keep on sailing alone.
"I am not at all interested in your challenge."
Arnell brandished his daggers, and squeezed the hilts tight, waiting for what came next.
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Post by Franky on Jan 6, 2014 19:11:37 GMT -5
Prepared for this, the moment he saw Surfer guy move Jack's ready right arm sprang out as he flew by him, grabbing onto his back. Without any leverage to hold him back due to being in midair Jack is pulled with him as he moves to block Arnell, releasing the door letting it fly off without him. Jack used his inertia to swing around the guy bringing his left arm up and around the guy's neck, grabbing onto his right shoulder with his left hand. As he did this he raised an eyebrow and gave an annoyed "Hey" at Arnell's comments, then turned his attention back to the guy in his chokehold. "Hey there buddy. I'm looking for a rat. About 8 inches tall, brown fur, wears a little marine outfit. You seen him?
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Post by CJ on Jan 8, 2014 23:30:15 GMT -5
Matthew stumbled out of the private condo through the opening from Jack's makeshift surfboard. He coughed and hacked from the smoke. His eyes were wide and confused. Arnell's beating did a number to him and the fire didn't help his condition. He tugged his bandanna over his scar and looked out at the scene.
He frowned terribly at the rather large fiend and stepped back, placing his foot on the top step. The wooden step collapsed and he fell through the stairs and onto the sand. He groaned and cringed on the ground.
Peering out, he caught sight of figures, fleeing from the scene. It was Agatha and some of her cronies. In her hands was a portable pet cage, containing the very rat Zoan Matthew loved. Tut they were far too gone for Jack or Arnell to catch up to now, without getting through these new opponents.
"Dammit!" Matthew swore, pounding his fist on the ground as flames and debris fell above him.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 8, 2014 23:43:21 GMT -5
"I am not at all interested in your challenge."
"Oh... well like, if you just want to give up on the stella noble and jet... like, I guess that's ok? Like, it's not as if- hey!"
Hearing at least that Arnell didn't want to fight and wasn't even interested in challenging them for the prize, she was rather surprised and almost at a loss for words. Most of the time, pirates and the like couldn't resist the urge to prove themselves or get a shot at some treasure, so she wasn't exactly prepared on how to deal with this situation. As far as she could tell, there wasn't a reason to keep them any longer, and at this point she and her comrade were just holding them up.
She reacted though when Jack moved in to catch her partner in a headlock, jumping back a bit and hefting the soft white cannonball back as though she intended to throw it. Her partner though, didn't seem to mind all that much, and merely acknowledged that he had indeed been captured.
"Hey there buddy. I'm looking for a rat. About 8 inches tall, brown fur, wears a little marine outfit. You seen him?
"As the tides rolling back to the sea. If he looked like a marine, then he probably went to join the others. With the Vice Admiral dispatched on account of reports of a world noble being in the area, possibly at risk, I imagine most marines would go reporting to him."
Though Jack's grab caused him to drop the surfboard, the fellow didn't really struggle all that much and answered plain as could be. As long as he or his comrades weren't getting attacked and stabbed by these pirates, then he didn't seem to mind if one was trying to choke information out of him.
"Like, with the Five O on the scene, you dweebs are going to have a tough time trying to make it clear."
"As the school of fish to the shark. A couple of pirates will have a hard time making it out of here undetected. Unless of course, you're looking for a fight."
While there were currently no authorities in site at the scene around the burning building, this in itself could be seen as suspicious, as there were not even firefighters or local police whom had shown up to take control of the situation. If these two strangers were to be believed, things could get hairy for the pirates in the near future, but for the time being they were free to do as they wished.
Erstwhile, the only people around now, were some locals whom had gathered to see just what was going on. Onlookers and curious types, given that near the building was a tavern and various other establishments that attracted travelers of the high seas.
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Post by Furikuri on Jan 9, 2014 2:49:41 GMT -5
A shaven head pokes it's way out of the assortment of onlookers as a stout man shoulders his way through to get a better look at the commotion. The large plumes of smoke tracing a line through the sky were acting as a beacon directly to this location. Despite getting a clear view of the events at hand, Rioul's face still betrayed his confusion with a quizzical look seemingly plastered to it.
"Um, what's happening here?" He asked loudly, any sense of shame or polity washed away by his bewilderment. It was at about this time that the assortment of knives embedded in the door caught his eye and he spoke out eagerly, "A bit of a brawl then, anyone started taking bets yet? I need to find myself passage to the next island and that little one has the look of a fighter to him. Anyone wanna start a pool, I'd do it myself if I was any good with numbers." Rioul shifted the package he wore strapped to his back, all wrapped up in cloth, with a grunt while awaiting a response.
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Post by Franky on Jan 10, 2014 6:05:38 GMT -5
Jack's ears perked up and he looked around. Bets? But he returned his focus to the islander in his grip. "Vice-admiral," He raised his eyebrows and nodded with an impressed look. "High-roller... but if you think he's here to protect the world noble then somebody is lying to somebody. While I'm normally the kind to never turn down a challenge our little rodent friend comes first, and as far as I can tell he hasn't been in the mood for marine orders lately. Help me get a grasp on this situation. I'm guessing you two aren't marines, bounty hunters or something of the like?" He held the man in a very light grip, his power eliminating the need to worry about him escaping.
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Post by Necromantic Soundwave on Jan 12, 2014 14:57:24 GMT -5
"Not a whole lot to do but run when Marines are on the scene. I honestly don't think I could take down a Vice Admiral where I'm at right now. I don't suppose you'd be willing to point us in the direction the marines aren't at."
Nevermind that Arnell didn't know where they'd find a ship to get off of Jaya. It isn't as if his little rowboat was going to take him much farther in these waters, or that it would fit anyone who wanted to hop on. He slid his daggers back into their sheathes and took a deep breath in thought. Today was turning out to be a really disappointing day.
"If you're not willing to tell me that, then I guess I'll just start running anyways. You know how we pirates are, if your pretentious ramblings are to be believed. Fight or flight."
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Post by CJ on Jan 15, 2014 0:34:23 GMT -5
Busting through the crowd, Rizzo of all people appeared. He had a wide smile on his face and pointed to a section of a small broken cage that was wrapped around his shoulder and arm.
"Guys! You won't believe how I got free! Turns out, all I had to do was change from a rat to a human to break the cage I was in! Incredible! Though I don't know where Agatha went. Ah well! I suppose I should get back to the whole 'making sure my brother doesn't make me nieces or nephews thing.'"
Rizzo's uniform wasn't exactly a Marine's as Jack thought, but it was close. It was designed after Marine's in order to give them the authority and flair to protect the Matthews.
Putting his hand to his chin, he tilted his head at the bald shaven man who had entered the scene. He didn't notice his brother's jubilation at having him back, which consisted of a brief smile that quickly turned into a scowl.
"A poll? Numbers? I'm pretty good with numbers! Who wants to take bets?"
"I bet we'd have a much easier time if we just got out of here," Matthew said in frustration, his eyebrows twitching as he clutched his bandanna on his head. At this point, Rizzo looked more like the Celestial Dragon than Matthew did.
The brothers reunited for the time being. At this point, Jack and Arnell could continue protecting them or ditch them with the two strangers and run in the distraction.
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Post by Furikuri on Jan 15, 2014 23:10:35 GMT -5
Rioul's jovial face blanched at the mention of marines, glancing about furtively to make sure there wasn't one standing behind him. "Are you all on the run? I'll tell you one thing, if you don't want to bump into marines the last place you wanna go is the harbor. There's some big ceremony for a new marine ship that's being launched today. The place is going to be packed with marines, all waiting to board the ship." Rioul stepped a little ways out of the crowd and jerked his head towards the harbor, "So long as you don't head down that road you should stay relatively clear of wandering marines."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 15, 2014 23:39:28 GMT -5
"As the mountain rises. Not bounty hunters, no. Privateers, pirates working for the Marines. Probably not a huge difference in your eyes, but at least we're free to operate without risk of being imprisoned or worse. As the seafarers from the days of yore would say, when in Rome." The fellow continued to not terribly mind being held in a choke hold. If anything, it was a little uncomfortable being held as such, but nothing he couldn't handle, and with a foot tried to prop up the surfboard. "Normally for a noble it'd probably be a full on Admiral, but there's only been rumors so it's not the whole show this time. Not sure how your man fits into the picture, but they're on the lookout, might even run into them soon enough."
Almost as if on queue, the firing of a cannon sounded somewhere off in the distance. It was nothing more than a sound, no sudden barrage of artillery incoming, but clearly something had been shot at. Assumedly by a rather big cannon no less.
"Not a whole lot to do but run when Marines are on the scene. I honestly don't think I could take down a Vice Admiral where I'm at right now. I don't suppose you'd be willing to point us in the direction the marines aren't at."
"Like, you'll be up to your neck with boys in white if you hang around long enough but like, right now?" Lowering the white cannonball, she scratched her head a bit, trying to look past the crowd down the road to the coast. Rioul's remark about the new ship worked much of her thought process for her which she acknowledged by pointing him out. "Like he said, they're all at the shindig for the new Five O cruiser, at least most of them are. Like, you can bet some of them are on the lookout for you dweebs or that noble, wherever they are."
That might explain at least, why they were not immediately swamped by a marine battalion. Leave the dirty work to the privateers, when there was a ceremony taking place. Of course, without results, eventually the marines were bound to send someone or ones.
"As the shark stalks. If you're trying to make a break for it though, might be difficult leaving by way of the port on account of the ceremony... though, you'd be hard pressed to find as many 'available' ships anywhere else on the island. It's even where we anchored our vessel, no less. As the ocean goers of antiquity would say, nothing ventured..."
He made air quotations at available, knowing full well how pirates operated in relation to available ships.
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Having witnessed the cannon firing up close, the fellow in the hoodie's ears were still ringing. With all the marines standing to attention and the local Captain giving a speech about safety in the area, he looked rather out of place amongst the gathered crowd of civilians as he clapped a hand to one side of his head in an attempt to shake the feeling.
Leaning forward a bit, he whispered at one of the standing marines nearby, whom seemed reluctant to answer him.
"Hey... hey! You, yeah, what's going on with the pirates?"
"They're still at large, though the Captain sent a small detachment inland to find them."
Well, that was a start. Still though, he'd rather not be stuck here at this whole ceremony. It wasn't even a particularly nice ship they were launching, but since it had to do with the local law enforcement presence in the area, everyone in town was gathered whether they much wanted to be there or not. If he could find a chance, maybe he could duck away from the ceremony himself and follow after the marines that had been sent out. Then maybe he could find the pirates too, and see if they were tough enough to beat these enforcers?
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Post by Franky on Jan 21, 2014 19:05:31 GMT -5
Wait, so these guys are like... rookie shichibukai? Jack let go of the cloaked islander and stepped back, looking to his other associates. "It's true, this may be a good time for us to fold. But getting out of here won't be easy, I've got a ship that can take us but it's near the harbor." He touched his fist to his mouth and paced forward a short ways, trying to think of a way out the situation. "The stakes are high and the odds are stacked against us." he said with a concerned look. Then he suddenly perked up, having realized something. "Wait a minute. So you're telling me, that right now, every marine on the island, and in the surrounding area, are all waiting, to get on board ONE ship." He looked up at the bubble surrounding the burning building, the heat from the flames had caused it to expand and rise, it had lost it's original dome shape and was approaching it's normal spherical form. He went over to test his theory. grabbing a hold of the side of the bubble's film he once again pulled off a small piece of the now heated air inside causing it to form a smaller bubble in his hand. He released his grip and the bubble quickly sailed upward into the sky. "Saahaha! This'll work!" He knelled down and took another grip of the bubble with both hands, pulling of a much bigger amount this time, creating a bubble around twice as tall as himself and raising it above his head. He began to float away but he reached down with one hand and grabbed a hold of the ground. "Gentlemen, I believe we've outstayed our welcome on this island. Let's get out of here."
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