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Post by Franky on May 24, 2014 3:30:21 GMT -5
The ice in the Fishman's glass clinked a little as the hand holding it trembled. Hidden behind the lowered brim of his hat his eyes were wide. He had never experienced the effects of conquerors haki firsthand before and only heard of it on a few occasions. He tilted his hat up to give a short look at Hito before lowering it again and placing his drink down on the table. He took a few moments to regain his temperament then raised his brim again to meet Gracie's expectant gaze. "I am called... Coyote Magnum. I'm the fastest shot in the grand Line." The wind whistled and it sounded like someone nearby strummed a guitar. "...But you already knew that. It seems you already know who I am and where I'm from, so you already know what I am capable of. If you want to give me the job I'll take it, so do it or don't. I'm not gonna plead for it telling you what you already know." He leaned back in his chair and finished of the last of his whiskey.
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Post by Kyubey on May 27, 2014 0:19:23 GMT -5
Morrison did not care about who else filled the position of Warlord. Hito may once have been relevant to his goals, but it did not seem that way at the moment, and whoever Coyote Magnum was, it was not relevant to the cat. He noticed the fishman react with shock to Morrison's appearance, but so did everyone when they first met him, so he did not take much notice of it.
Regarding Hito Tsumami's potential inclusion into the Warlords, he wrote in a letter that was promptly shoved to Gracie, I personally am in favor of it. His strength may or may not be up to par with others of my title, but that is not as relevant, as much as the danger he poses to the World Government. He mentioned reading forbidden histories. It can very easily be inferred that he is referring to the poneglyphs of the Lost Century. As I am aware, there is only one other individual known to be able to read such writings, making this incalculably valuable. Depending on what he knows, the clearest choice would be to make him one of us, or remove him entirely. Given how rare fluency in the lost writings are, I would recommend the former.
If Morrison's goals hadn't changed so much in recent months, such knowledge might have been of interest to the cat. As it was now, it did not seem like Hito was useful, but that might change over time, and he did not want to lose a resource before he knew for certain.
As for Mr. Magnum, I do not know enough about him to make a judgment either way. I will concede my opinion to those that do.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on May 27, 2014 15:49:52 GMT -5
"Not to know scruffy one. Not look like much."
Hilda seemed largely unimpressed with Hito, gesturing to indicate who she was referring to. At least for her, his haki display went unnoticed, perhaps simply because she was just too big. Without it, he remained to her a trespassing button bandit with little to his name, including clothes.
"Think tiny fish am good choice. Not other tiny fish at table, maybe make other tiny fish happy."
Instead, it was Coyote that caught her attention. She had seen fishpeople before, there were some in her crew, but she felt like he was the better choice of the two. Perhaps having a fishman in the warlord lineup, would increase friendliness or cooperation amongst fishpeople, especially if Coyote was involved. At the very least, it would certainly help with diversity, since diversity seemed to be a common thee here.
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Post by CJ on Jun 11, 2014 0:46:08 GMT -5
Gracie tapped her finger on the table loudly, taking the Warlords' suggestions into consideration.
"Warlord Morrison is correct," she said, blushing as she peered at the cat, quickly tucking his note into her pocket. "He's as correct as he is adorable. Hito Tsumami is more than qualified for the position. Seeing your full mastery of Commander's Haki has pushed you from the 17th preferred candidate to my 2nd choice. But with that person missing, Hito Tsumami will obtain the title of Warlord."
"15:17:18... 15:17:21... 15:17:25..."
Uzo was talking in his sleep, having been previously knocked out by Hito's haki. The Fleet Admiral looked at her watch and back at the Time Lord.
"We use a 12 hour clock here!" she said. She pulled a ridiculously long yard stick from behind her back and smacked him in his head. He yelped and sat straight up, looking around in a panic.
"What?" he asked initially. He then seemed to remember why he was there. "I mean, as I was saying, Hito Tsumami's a awful choice."
"He's been elected as Warlord already," Gracie explained. "And we will elect Coyote Magnum as well."
"Hold on. What?"
Uzo was promptly ignored as the Fleet Admiral continued her analysis.
"For once, I agree with Warlord Irongard. Fishmen have been largely underrepresented in our ranks. It would be most beneficial to have one in such a status, especially one as reliable as Coyote Magnum."
She leaned back in her seat and held her arms out to the Warlords before her.
"And now, to honor Warlord Tsumami's and Warlord Magnum's induction into the most vile ranks we offer, the official World Government Marching Band will play a song."
A tiny tuning honk could be heard far below their high seats at the table. The Warlords might have noticed the white and blue plaid clad band march in silently and surround themselves around the table.
However, about two thirds of them had collapsed from the pressure of Hito's Commander's Haki. The song was a pitiful march, barely holding up with only one trumpet and two flutes to carry the melody. The one minute fanfare ended soon and the band members desperately tried to drag their fallen comrades away to get far from the dangerous Warlords.
"Now, I will open the discussion for questions," Gracie continued with a cold stare. "Do you ugly creatures have any concerns to address?"
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Post by Kyubey on Jun 18, 2014 18:11:07 GMT -5
Morrison remained still and polite while Gracie proceeded with her formalities, including an embarrassing performance from the marching band. His time spent at the meeting had gone from exchanging important information and pressing forward ideas to a bland show of things that he could never bring himself to be concerned over. While in view of everyone else, he was as attentive and stoic as a cat could be. Under the table, his tail was constantly flicking back and forth with impatience.
His show of respect almost broke when Gracie had finally opened the table for questions. He was still in a bothersome meeting, but this was his chance to bring the subject back around to something more relevant to himself.
Going back to the matter with the various nations, he wrote, Are we required to stay there for any amount of time? I would like to know when I'd be able to go back to my usual affairs.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jun 21, 2014 15:06:25 GMT -5
"For once! Ha!"
Hilda found what Gracie said to be amusing, as well as the marching band. As per usual she didn't understand the gesture, and went to reach for one of the downed band members, in the effort to inspect the new toy soldier.
"Ugly creatures... what is?"
The prospect of obtaining a marching band individual was so interesting to her, that responding to Gracie's question was something of an afterthought. In truth, she probably would have asked something akin to what Morrison did, but if Gracie bothered to answer the cat then her own questions would be take care of as well.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Jun 24, 2014 16:55:39 GMT -5
Hito was both surprised and confused when Uzo fainted, and even more so when he was officially elected to become a Warlord. Upon Gracie opening the panel to questions, he said, "Which island is mine, and how do I get there?"
Hito realized how awful he was at directions and wondered if he'd ever rule that island where no ships sail.
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Post by Franky on Jun 28, 2014 21:17:19 GMT -5
At the "ugly creatures" comment Coyote's claw clicked into it's loaded position as he shot Gracie an icy stare, but after a moment he realized she was simply referring to everyone there and not just him and Hito. He calmed himself, recovering his eyes with the rim of his hat. "Suppose Coryphaues sounds well as any other, providing folk there ain't too ornery to fishmen... My aim is longer than my temper" water dripped from his claw as he uncocked it back into it's normal relaxed position. He found what Hito said a little strange but didn't react to it. "Just tell me where it is. I'll swim. "...critter makes a good point though" he said, referring to what Morrison said.
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Post by CJ on Jun 30, 2014 0:09:45 GMT -5
Gracie leaned forward and took out some files and folders from what appeared to be a drawer at her section of the table. She wrote upon them rapidly, faster than the normal human eye could perceive. She almost appeared to have no right hand, she was writing so quickly.
"Officially, Warlord Irongard will go to Galatea. Warlord Magnum to Coryphaues. Warlord Morrison to Vengeance. Warlord Tsumami to Ravunya. Warlord Anderson..."
"Uzo!" the Warlord in question coughed loudly, trying to cover up the name she used.
"...to Regala."
She collected the papers into neat folders with the Warlords' names written in cursive upon them. She then threw them to each of the them like playing cards. Alarmingly, each one landed in front of them right of their recipient face up and presentable. Gracie even took out a much larger folder, one bigger than herself, and tossed it over to Brynhilda. Like much of the other things presented at the meeting, it was large enough to accommodate her properly.
Gracie did not bother to explain that inside were the answers the warlords would need to accomplish their missions, who they would need to talk to, where they would need to go. Everything.
Soon enough, Hilda grabbing one of the fallen band members was brought to the Fleet Admiral's attention. A woman in her late twenties dangled from the instrument in Hilda's fingers. Her curled red hair nearly obscured her delicate face. Several of the other band members crowded around the bottom of Hilda's chair, shifting this way and that in an effort to catch her if she were to fall. These were some of the ones who endured Hito's haki. Truly they must have had strong wills to try and rescue their friend in the midst of a warlord giant.
"Put down Haruka Michelle immediately, Warlord Irongard," Gracie warned with clenched fists. "She is the best known sousaphone player in the world. Quite frankly, she is more valuable to culture than you could ever dream to be. This meeting will not end until you return her safely."
The musician fell slightly forward and snored into the mouthpiece of the sousaphone. It made a very loud honk sound.
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Post by Hitotsumami on Jul 1, 2014 16:14:07 GMT -5
Hito paid little attention to the action of the giant or the others. Instead, he opened the letter passed to him to see what was inside. If it were letters, it would be unfortunate, for he did not know how to read. If they were, he'd ask Gracie what it said.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jul 23, 2014 0:59:51 GMT -5
"Jelelelel so small! What to say?"
Amused as she was by the little musician, she didn't hear most of what Gracie said over her own laughter. The rough message she picked up was to put down the toy band mate. She had no objection towards this, and after shaking Michelle a little in an attempt to get her to act more lively, the giantess set her down on the table. Well enough it seemed, when she noticed all the others crowding about beneath her.
"More? Want play?"
She leaned over the side of her chair to better examine the toy band collection. She did not yet grab for any of them, the she clearly was interested in doing so. Currently though she busied herself with trying to push them with her fingers and see what they did in response.
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Post by Franky on Jul 23, 2014 5:29:44 GMT -5
Coyote dragged the folder closer with one finger. Giving it a quick look over he saw that it contained the information he was still lacking and gave a low grunt of understanding. He discovered the location of the island he had been assigned and decided that the rest could be read later. He closed the folder and rolled it into a tube shape. From within his coat he produced a metal tube, after opening the watertight seal on one end he placed the folder inside along with the many wanted posters he carried with him, then sealed it up again. He was not a particularly cultured fishman and had never heard of a Sousaphone before, but when the words "best in the world" he perked up and suddenly became much more interested in this young red-head's fate.
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Post by Kyubey on Jul 31, 2014 20:59:51 GMT -5
While the others at the table were talking or playing with the band members, Morrison was carefully reading the instructions, not skimming through any details. He would read the directions more carefully once the meeting was finished, but already he was getting a sense of what he needed to do. It all seemed fair enough. Given how much Morrison had taken advantage of his title in the short time since he earned it, it was only natural that he do some work to make it all worthwhile. That he planned on using the mission for his own ends also helped to ease his mood. He did realize he would have to do a significant amount of research into Vengeance, however. Aside from Sam's involvement in its history, and what records were available in the World Government databases, there was little he knew about the country itself.
I accept this mission, he wrote in a note addressed to Gracie, and will carry it out without hesitation. Is there anything else needed from us?
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Post by CJ on Aug 3, 2014 17:05:58 GMT -5
Gracie received Morrison's letter and her face flushed. She smiled as she peered at the cat's handwriting. Folding the note back gently, she placed it in her pocket, perhaps for safe keeping. Her eyes then lit up with determination. She pressed her hands against the table and shot Hito a deadly glare in response to his inquiry.
"What does it say about the reputation of a Warlord if arguably the smartest among you here is an adorable feline?" she said to the group. "This is disgraceful!"
Collecting herself, she began to rapidly tap her pen against the table.
"Warlord Tsumami, how is it that you have come this far without learning how to read? Never mind, I know why. It is because you are an imbecile. If you could read your instructions, you would see that I have assigned you an assistant, who will instruct you on etiquette and policy within Ravunya. She is from the country herself and is well instructed on how to deal with the scum of that country as well as scum like you. I can only realistically hope that you give Eta Jones half the respect she deserves."
"No chance," Uzo commented, leaning back in his chair. "All this guy's good at is swordplay and destruction. This guy wouldn't know respect if it smacked him in the face. He's nothing but a blemish on history."
"Did I ask for your opinion!?" Gracie interrupted the Warlord, making him freeze and fall back even further into his seat.
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The band members all moaned when Hilda put the sousaphone player on the table. Their band mate was even further out of their reach now. Still, they seemed determined to get her back and conversed with each other, clearly having formed some kind of plan.
"Hey! You big giant!"
"Look here!"
"Isn't my instrument the shiniest thing ever?"
The group began holding up their instruments, hoping to get the attention of the giantess. If she reached for them, they would then yell and run, hoping to distract her, but not get caught themselves.
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At this moment, Coyote would feel his seat shake. It might have been a frightening moment for him, especially considering how high he was off the ground. But soon he'd realize there was a band member clutching onto his seat, having climbed up from the ground. She was smaller in stature and rather light, so that might have explained why Coyote might not have noticed her until now.
"Excuse me," she said. "Sir, could you help me to my band mate?"
Like some of the other band mates who survived Hito's haki burst, this one seemed exceptionally brave. She pointed to the sousaphone player, who was placed on the table, still knocked out and at the mercy of Hilda.
"I just need to get over you, please."
The band member then started to try climbing over Coyote so she could get to the table. She didn't seem to understand he was a Warlord and actually went to step on his thighs to reach her destination.
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Post by Franky on Aug 6, 2014 5:08:55 GMT -5
Coyote was pretty a devout believer in the concept of personal space. He didn't flinch when she started climbing all over him and his seat but he gave her an annoyed glare. He slowly raised his big claw hand and placed it against her back. In her awkward climbing position it didn't take much of his inhuman fishman strength to gently yet firmly press her down into a sitting position on the armrest next to him. He tilted his hat up to glare at her more clearly for a moment before letting out an audible sigh. He reached into his coat and tossed out a length of rope tied into a lasso. Even in this his marksman accuracy showed itself as the rope landed encompassing the unconscious sousaphonist's legs even in her lying-down position. He began to quickly reel in the rope with only his one humanoid hand, his fishman fingers more that strong enough to pull her on their own as they flickered around with a speed and dexterity that came from doing a lifetime of delicate work with a single hand. In just a couple seconds Haruka was pulled to the edge of the table just in front of Coyote and the brave musician girl. "...Now get down"
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