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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 27, 2012 0:12:21 GMT -5
"Fuck off you fish faggoty lot. I have business inside, open the doors and then go kill yourselves."
In all the commotion and hubbub that was going on, it took a minute for the fishman nearest to the barricaded door to realize that Vasil was actually speaking to him. How rude this human was, there might be a need to correct his behavior. This particular fishman was of a speckled gray complexion, and comparatively short even by human standards, only about five foot five. His features were indistinct given the tone of his skin, and it was hard to even make out his face let alone read his expressions, although given the tone of his voice it seemed waiting here and being sworn at was the last thing in the world he wanted to be doing. Like the other fishmen he had fairly basic attire to go with his current mood; swimwear with a basic shirt, in this case a red Hawaiian number that clashed strongly with his skin. Of note that none of the clothes fit him well, as if they were intended for someone of a much larger and fatter frame.
"Bar is closed for remodeling. Back in the crowd with the animals, or I'll tell the others what you said."
Another fishperson of bluish steel skin noticed what was going on, and trod over, her heavy steps putting immense strain on the wooden porch of the front of the bar despite her lanky build. It was obvious to see that normally she would have towered over most everyone there, but underneath the overhang she almost had to crouch as she crept towards them, hanging onto the architrave with her proportionately long fingers. The first thing they would notice about her beyond her imposing stature, explained her odd speaking habit, which was her distinctly long teeth not unlike sharp knives. So much so that with her mouth closed, the top row extended many inches below her bottom jaw and the bottom row almost jabbing her eyes out. As a result, when she spoke, her teeth looked like an interwoven net of needles. Her hair was not too long but still hung in her face and like most of the other fishmen here, her eyes (at least, what could be seen of them) were very large and completely black, almost like hollow caverns into her head. Perhaps about the same equivalence as a human fist compared to their normal skull size. All around the various lights reflected off them as she blinked translucent eyelids through which she could still see.
"Na ned, I aredee herd. Do ah see seh, or Ar'll be werin uor hud lak uv godt horet sere."
Like her comrade she wasn't dressed particularly fashionably, just long shorts and a white sleeveless shirt, through which could be barely seen a brightly colored bikini top. It seemed with these people, finding what looked good on them wasn't so much a concern as it was just finding what fit their strange bodies. Indeed, it didn't take a keen or experienced eye to see that this particular lot of fishmen were unlike any other most anyone would have ever seen, their highly exaggerated forms so alien in appearance. Most people in the crowd already seemed to avoid them as though they might as well have been from another planet.
"You heard her, lest you want to lose that horse head, back the way you came is where you'll be headed."
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Post by Sprite on Nov 29, 2012 20:06:20 GMT -5
The zebra-headed prince was quiet for a moment as the tall menacing fishwoman approached and threatened him. He bore the warning words from the shorter fishman silently as well. Maybe he was frightened? Indeed it appeared he was shaking slightly, the zebra head wobbling with his body.
The grass and dirt began to bubble and ripple noticeably. Indeed the front half of the bar would begin to sink into the ground slightly, now setting the whole building at a slight tilt. An animalistic snarl erupted from Vasil, a lion's roar coming from a zebra, it was odd to say the least.
Snatching the glittery pink scrapbook from Cid's hands, Vasil launched himself at the fishmen.
"What kind of fucking trash are you two spewing in my royal direction?!"
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The wall of the bar seemed to explode inward, spraying brown goo and semi-solid woodchips flying everywhere. When the dust cleared Sam and Forgall would see a bloodstained zebra in a coat, holding a battered and bloodied scrapbook in one hand, and two unconscious fishmen, holding them by the backs of their clothes.
"Release my vassal now and I swear I'll kill you quickly, you filthy fishshit."
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Post by CJ on Nov 29, 2012 20:54:28 GMT -5
A small whimper sounded from behind the former prince.
Cid's face was bright red. Tears flowed down his face as he analyzed the scene. He clicked his heels and his metal legs collapsed into themselves, bringing him to his normal height.
His quivering hands picked up a page that had fallen out of the book. On the back (the part that was facing Sam, Vasil and the others) was pasted a cut out from a bounty poster. Takai Meian's handsome face was framed by a magenta glitter heart with a splatter of blood staining the bottom half. The boy quickly turned it around to inspect it, revealing the other side had pictures of Vasil from various newspaper clippings and glitter that read "So Cool" and "Hero." Likely unnoticeable was a small, scratched out portrait from one of the articles, which in newspaper print underneath read "Prince Luan."
Cid brought his free hand to his face and wept silently, not particularly caring for Sam or the situation at hand. Titan hugged onto his shoulders and raised one of his tentacles to pat the boy's head. His eyes glared at Vasil with a strange seriousness.
"After Cid is gone, you will be the first to die," it seemed to think.
That, or "I'm a octopus. A derp-derp derp derp derp."
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Nov 29, 2012 21:56:35 GMT -5
"F-Forgall that's not... that's not what I meant! How did you find me?"
"Why, I hath learned the details from thine commanding officer! Such a noble human, very cooperative, and so understanding too! After that, it was a most elementary matter to traverse the isle in search of thou. The overly tall human with the metal legs, and the loud-mouthed braggart delineating you as a... well, less than a Princess, they were dead giveaways. I would have stood in defense of thine honor against the lout, but with you at my side now, all those troubles are but a million miles away!"
The fishman prattled on but Sam wasn't really paying attention. When he mentioned commanding officer her blood turned to ice, and she needed a minute to process that bit of information. Eventually she took both his hands from around her and tried to pull him up, to speak to him directly. He had a happy but confused look on his face, enamored with her as he was but he obliged nonetheless, rising to his feet and taking her hands in his. Remembering how she felt about the injury to her left, he tried not to make it obvious to her, as she clearly had something on her mind.
"Wait, are you saying then that a Vice Admiral is here, on this island?"
"Well perhaps not specifically this isle no, but he is on Sabaody, yes. Why, dost thou wisheth to meet with him before we depart?"
"N-No, but I do think we should leave, and soon."
As if being summoned, Vasil crashed through the front of the bar with Cid in tow. Naturally Sam's attention was drawn to the commotion but when she looked back to see Forgall's reaction, she was a little startled to see that he was no long right in front of her holding her hands. In such a short time he had already moved to stand between her and what could be perceived as a threat, his stance low as he held two strange-looking swords aloft. He saw the two the prince was holding and though it was clear he knew them, his expression merely became quite stern.
"Release my vassal now and I swear I'll kill you quickly, you filthy fishshit."
"Would that I removed thine head and placed it on a trophy wall as appropriate for any beast, I fear the irony would be overwhelming for any decent onlooker. For thine affront to my Princess, there will be no heaven for you."
This would be the first chance at seeing the fishman for Vasil and Cid, or at least, they could get a better look at him than before. Similar to Sam, for a fishperson he appeared quite physiologically similar to a human and were it not for his pinkish-purplish skin and head growths, perhaps he could have passed for one. On either side of his head though about where his ears were, there extended three pairs of fleshy protrusions about half a foot long each, with an array of bristling tendrils that gave the impression of hair. They looked almost like small palm fronds sticking off his head, with three each on either side and each separated by an equal amount. They were the same color as his skin however, with the frilly extensions more red-like, so they could not really be mistaken with his actual blonde hair. Luscious, tousled blonde hair of medium length that perfectly accentuated what was without a doubt the most bishie face any one of them had ever or likely would ever see. Literally, Forgall had deliberately and physically altered his face overtime as to appear like the most stereotypically handsome figure of trashy romance doujin aimed at a target audience of teenage girls. How he had done this was as of yet unclear, but the result was as clear and true as the sky was blue.
"No, Mr. Prince please don't! Forgall, you don't understand, he's an actual prince."
"I understand perfectly milady. Though I am not among the echelons of nobility and would normally bow to his highness, if I cannot defend thine honor then I cannot call you my Princess! This knave hath traipsed outside of his kingdom, and whether he is of royal blood will not save him now."
"Look, I know he doesn't understand who you are, but where he comes from I think it's normal to act like that. Really, he's just being polite."
To this Forgall lowered his weapons and eased his stance a bit. A bit. He knew as well as anybody that the world was a big place, and it was full of different places with different customs. Perhaps his mannerisms were just a proper in his own land, and this was just a wild misunderstanding. It wouldn't be the first, the members of his crew weren't exactly the most subtle of individuals let alone guards. Maybe they even attacked him first and he only acted in self-defense. Given Forgall's change in reaction to the situation, it seemed Sam knew how to talk to him, or at least had been through something like this with him before and knew how to defuse it. This all depended upon how Vasil responded though, of course.
"What say you then, Prince of Horses? How do you fare?"
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Post by Sprite on Dec 14, 2012 4:18:09 GMT -5
Vasil stared incredulously at Forgall. Maybe he was amazed that such a lowly filthy being was talking at him like an equal. That it bridled at him with so much bravado and hostility, did it not know its place?
Reaching up with a trembling hand, Vasil lowered his already broken sunglasses to focus a shaking gaze at Forgall's face. He began to bite down so hard on his lip it looked painful, though of course he didn't draw any blood. His face was contorted into an odd nervous and extremely angry expression.
"Your face...it pisses me off."
It was apparent that the painstakingly fabricated nature of Forgall's face was apparent to Vasil. Trembling with fury and annoyance, the Prince stepped forward to reduce Forgall into an appropriately ugly and disgusting puddle of goop when the far wall of the building between the two individuals was blown inward.
"Found you plastards!"
The familiar voice with the odd speech impediment cut through the smoke screen of wood chips and saw dust as Vasil drew an arm up to his mouth, coughing slightly. He scowled as he glared at his still paralyzed arm, it seemed that the spread of the venom had stopped but he hadn't regained any freedom in the arm yet.
Slashing a hand through the air, Vasil cleared a perfect hall through the dust, miniscule droplets of liquified wood and dust cascading to the floor like grainy rain. Dashing through, Vasil's good arm shot out, aiming to simply grab Sam by the arm and pull her towards the back of the building and hopefully make their escape.
"Cease your sniffling and come along Vassal Number Two!" roared Vasil, he had not forgotten about Cid.
Meanwhile, Georgio stumbled through his self-made cloud of saw dust and spotted Forgall, Sam, and Vasil. He narrowed his eyes upon seeing Forgall. He vaguely recognized the man from the bounty posters bundled up with his own, one of his fellow 'Supernovas'. An A-Class rookie. Seeing him standing with Sam and Vasil however, he let out an enraged roar, quickly shifting into his horrific platypus form and let loose with a series of clawing gestures that culminated in a dozen or so blades of air zipping at the three.
Assuming Forgall relinquished Sam, she and Vasil would probably be able to avoid the worst of the attack.
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Post by CJ on Dec 14, 2012 13:29:55 GMT -5
Cid stared intently at Forgall. He seemed to admire the fishman, though not in the same way as he admired Vasil.
"Prince of Ponies?" Cid asked. He had no idea Vasil was an Equestrian Ruler and he knew a lot about Vasil. The boy had little to no idea what the problem was. Did Vasil miss Sam so bad that he had to have her away from this fishman? Perhaps this situation was exactly what he dreamed of, a relationship that could not be ended, even by strange fishmen.
He paused in surprise as Vasil tried to take Sam away from Forgall. He definitely wasn't sure what to do then, until Vasil actually called out to him!
"Second Vasil? I'm a Second Vasil! I'm cool enough to be a Second Vasil!"
Cid immediately perked up, though it was clear he was still somewhat concerned over the state of his scrapbook.
But then the platypus man returned. Cid turned pale, recalling the bruises and scrapes on his back, inflicted by the Supernova. He put his hands over his head and crouched down, narrowly avoiding the air swipes.
Right after Georgio entered, another Supernova broke into the bar, with a Zoan of her own. Black haired Philomena Zuberi wheeled herself into the unguarded entrance, followed by her siblings, all wielding pistols. Purple curled Valentine was clearly a Zoan user, transformed into a super sexual hybrid between human and Queen Honey Bee. Blue spiked Ezekiel seemed to be a normal man, though with a Supernova and a Zoan user, who knew what he was capable of.
"This is a stick up!" Phil announced loudly.
"This isn't a stick up!" Zeek protested.
"I've shot a Celestial Dragon and I'm not afraid to shoot anyone else!"
"We're not going to shoot anyone else! Val, do your thing!"
"Mushi Mushi no Pheromones," the woman finally spoke. She brought her arms out and with it, a glorious purple light engulfed the bar.
Vasil and Georgio, being the closest to the group now, would be affected the most by the pheromones.
"Submit," she whispered coldly and pointed her finger down.
Men with weak will would have to completely obey the Queen Honey Bee woman. This attraction and submission would be a happy one though and they’d probably be content with doing whatever she said.
Strangely enough, Cid seemed to even be affected by the Devil Fruit user, leaving Titan only to slap his face over and over to try to get him under control. Despite the octopus's protest, the boy had to bow and stand in place. Sam and other women would feel no effects from the attack, even if those women sexually preferred other women.
While Val stood near the front of the bar, watching over the group, Zeek pushed Phil and her wheelchair forward, driving her right up to Forgall. "We need shelter," Phil demanded Forgall. "Take us to a place where we can hide, immediately."
It could be seen that Zeek had a sea stone bracelet on his wrist, which might have explained his immunity to the pheromones. He glanced at Sam and the others, wondering if there would be any retaliation.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Dec 15, 2012 4:10:10 GMT -5
Normally Sam would not so easily let herself be grabbed by Vasil, but right now what was the point of struggling even?
"Ok, now you're actually kidnapping me. At any point now I can say no, and you'll be the bad guy. Also I think we'd lose our PG rating."
Normally Forgall would not so easily let Sam go to Vasil's passing grab, especially not after the Prince had insulted the fishman's bishie good looks. Instead though, he was more concerned with the arrival of the platypus fellow and his display of force. Without thinking he threw himself in the way of any attacks that would have found their way to either Sam or Vasil. Thankfully the cuirass he had on protected his torso a fair deal, however the fishman took some grievous injuries to his arms and legs, as well as (tragically enough) his face.
"Eugh... that hurt." Down on one knee, Forgall was feeling the effect of the attacks upon him as blood dripped to the floor here and there. Painfully he looked up though and saw that Sam was unhurt. "Totally worth it." Unfortunately it seemed the platypus was not the only thing to worry about right now, as some other people happened upon the scene, one of them seemingly a large insect? Poor Forgall was quite confused by all the new and sudden arrivals, let alone the strangeness of most of them. Why couldn't they all just go be... them, somewhere else?
"We need shelter, take us to a place where we can hide, immediately."
"Why should I?" Still down, Forgall saw the feet of the wheelchair before him. Slowly standing up, aimed to speak directly with the occupant whom was bossing him around. In all the commotion they probably missed something, but before, he was laid pretty low by the platypus' attack. Now though, only some moments later and he looked completely fine. Literally, there was not even a scratch on him. The blood was still there on the floor, but Forgall was unscathed. "You all seem like criminals to me. What kind of a knight would let the likes of you roam free, let alone offer you shelter?"
Although the fishman went to reach for what appeared to a pair of swords hanging criss-crossed from the back of his belt, he was stopped by another webbed hand. Although it was yet unclear if Vasil was effected or not by the Queen and her allure, it could at least be assumed that he wouldn't have been able to maintain his grip as strongly upon Sam, at which point she wrested free and returned to Forgall's side after hearing what had happened with these new people. Wrapping her arm around his, she tried to prevent his chivalrous nature from making the situation any more complicated.
"Princess, I don't thi-"
"My fiancee and I would be happy to provide shelter to you and your kin. Isn't that right, Forgall?"
Although he did not melt like before, the fishman was at least stopped from drawing his swords. More than anything he just looked at her with an expression of confusion.
"But... but they're villains. At this rate then, just invite them to the wedding."
At this Sam practically shoved him with an annoyed look, and Forgall immediately recognized his mistake. It seemed that while Sam had intended to work the situation into the favor of the Zuberi's and whomever else, by now her efforts and focus drifted instead to a spat between her and Forgall whom was never not focused on her. As if no one else was there, they entered their own little world of arguing about this and that, communicating as much with their hands as with their mouths. It was not unlike a pair of comrades or siblings arguing over whom got a bigger share of the spoils, and they didn't seem to care if anyone else heard them.
"I already told you, there can't be a wedding if we don't know who my dad was!"
"Is, is! I maintain that he is still alive, wherever he may be. You should too Princess, it's good to have faith in things."
"Alright, is, but still! If we don't know him or where he is, then who's going to pay for the wedding?"
"Oh right... that is a conundrum. Well, at least we can still tell people about it. Otherwise what was the point of proposing in the first place?"
"I don't know, humans do it differently anyways. Wait, that doesn't even matter right now! We have these people to help, and I think we should."
"I'm having a lot of doubt Princess..."
"Well then, have faith as well."
At some point they seemed to have reached an agreement, and turned back to the Zuberi's, the both of them smiling. They acted as though the previous little spat had not occurred, or at least not under the observation of anyone else. Like something lost in time, and space.
"Yes, as my Princess was saying, we will assist you in whatever way we can. Uh... what did you need again?"
"Why did you bother speaking up if you didn't even kno- wait... what was it that you guys needed?"
Both the fishpeople drew a blank expression at this point, like a pair of fish looking at their reflections in the fishtank glass, appropriately enough. Even if the Zuberi's answered or addressed them, they might even need to snap their fingers in front of the pair just to bring them back to reality and get their attentions.
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Post by Sprite on Dec 28, 2012 2:35:05 GMT -5
"Silence wench! I'm rescuing you from this disgusting fish fail!" snarled Vasil in response to Sam.
At once, far too many things happened. Shortly after Georgio busted through the wall, three more individuals burst through the wall as well. As the honeybee zoan unleashed the odd purple haze into the room, Vasil found himself oddly affected.
Following the gesture of the zoan, he dropped to his knees, his arms limp at his sides. It was obvious though that he was not completely under her control. His body twitched and an expression of absolute fury on his face indicated he was still the same old Vasil.
"Undo your rotten curse you pirate whore! Do you know who I am?!"
Georgio too, standing right next to the three newcomers was probably more powerfully struck by the pheromones. He instantly fell to the floor, grunting slightly in pain and effort as his face hit the floor.
"Plack off...who said this was a Supernova pluffet?!"
Indeed it was a rather chance encounter, as there were three of this generations Supernovae gathered in one building. Vasil glared at the interaction between Forgall, Sam, and Philemona.
"My vassal may only wed with the blessing of her lord, whatever-your-name-is-fish-boy!"
Directing a scowl now at the Zuberis, the raucous former prince demanded, "And who are you to be making demands?! Leave us, there is business not yet settled here that doesn't need contamination by your filth."
Georgio still by the hole in the way seemed nervous, peering outside and struggling mightily to free himself from the pheromone control.
"They're going to be pla-pla coming anytime now, platy...its not good for us all to be in once pl-place like plis and making so much noise, platy..."
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Post by CJ on Dec 28, 2012 14:33:13 GMT -5
"A wedding invitation?" Philomena asked as her face blushed red. "That's disgusting!"
Ezekiel gripped onto Phil's wheelchair tightly as the captain began to boil with rage. It seemed as though they picked the wrong place to hide. These fishpeople were clearly infatuated with each other (at least, Phil thought, after all Forgall was quite the bishie).
"Look," Phil waved her hand as high as she could to Sam, "I'm a criminal, I'll admit, but I'm also a Captain of a ship. I can marry you two right now if it gets me and my siblings to somewhere we can hide."
The wheelchair bound pirate seemed grossed out by the whole thing, but she kept her wits about her. If it meant safety, she would gladly deal with Forgall and Sam.
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"You don't think... I'm beautiful?" Valentine asked, leaning over Vasil. The former prince would likely find himself uncomfortably (or comfortably) close to the skantily clad zoan. Surprisingly enough, the pirate seemed to be entirely happy with Vasil's opinion, as though the alternative would have been extremely nightmarish.
Val's smile dropped into a frown as soon as Georgio recognized the Supernova status of the two (perhaps three) present there. The pirate was devastated.
"You know... me?"
"Of course!" Cid interjected. "Valentine Zuberi! You and your siblings broke into a huuuuuge Marine facility. Stole a bunch of important stuff. It was all thanks to you!"
The boy's head was craned upward, looking quite awkward with his body bowed in a near perfect ninety degree angle. He laughed gleefully.
"I was wondering why I couldn't stop looking at you! Your power is what makes you attractive, isn't it? That's what's making you look the way you are now!"
Vasil might have noticed the bounty poster of a purple haired individual in Cid's scrapbook that looked all too similar to the pirate standing before him. But that poster revealed a very different person than the alluring hybrid woman.
"Well," Val murmured, "that's..."
"Focus Val," Phil warned, twisting around in her chair. "If the Marines come, you need to be prepared to get them too. Pray they're all men."
Val nodded nervously. In the distraction, however, Titan the octopus leaped off of Vasil's head and directly onto the bee zoan's face. The pirate's wings fluttered rapidly in response, blasting them both to the ceiling. They then fell and the zoan's head knocked against the floor hard. The pheromones seized, allowing Vasil, Georgio and the others some free movement, though they would notice they could not hurt the unconscious zoan in any way (though this would not limit them to threatening or moving the pirate).
Titan rolled away in a dizzy fit. Cid picked up the adorable octopus and kissed it on the forehead, trying to get it to normal again.
"Shit," Phil scowled. She looked up at Sam and Forgall and then back at Zeek. The blue haired pirate looked entirely stunned. It seemed the three had done the same song and dance when confronting all their opponents. Never before had they run into the problem of a space octopus before.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 1, 2013 23:29:24 GMT -5
"My vassal may only wed with the blessing of her lord, whatever-your-name-is-fish-boy!"
"That, which she most certainly already has, I am sure. Any man in his right mind would assuredly approve of this most honorable knight errant."
Although the Zuberi's were more or less talking to him, Forgall turned to face Vasil whereupon he performed a standing bow with a look of supreme confidence. Sam on the other hand was a little taken aback when she noticed the waving in front of her face.
"Look, I'm a criminal, I'll admit, but I'm also a Captain of a ship. I can marry you two right now if get me and my siblings to somewhere we can hide."
Eek, that's not good.
It was becoming harder and harder to put the wedding off and these people weren't making it at all easier. Sure, she was supposed to marry Forgall, but that didn't mean she wanted to. She barely knew him, and anyway there were all sorts of problems that came with getting married. Problems at least, that pertained to her current ambitions, which she had a feeling did not coincide with those of her fiance. It was a miracle in the first place that she managed to get him to agree to a conventional human wedding, but as time went on it was becoming difficult to find ways to avoid it. She felt... no she knew that at any time, if he wasn't so devoted or patient, Forgall could just force what he wanted to happen.
"No, madam, that will not do. The princess has expressed her wishes for a traditional ceremony as fitting for your kind, to take place on a cliff overlooking the sea. Of course there are many things that need taking care of before such an event can come to pass, so we will have to reject your kindly offer."
"Zuberi..."
Perhaps she should have been thankful that he was so dead set on pleasing her, or at least following her wishes. But she was really far too distracted by something Cid had said to even pay remote attention. It was such that her jaw lowered a little as if something was caught in her throat, and that thousand yard stare returned to her glossy eyes.
"I have a ship, not far from here."
"Me too, I also have a ship, though I'm not sure I want them on board." Forgall straightened up, looking back over his shoulder towards the siblings closest.
"Then don't help them, I will. You can hide out on my boat if you want, though we should probably get out of here pretty soon then."
Sam seemed to have been deeply, visibly affected by the Zuberi's, or something they said. Whatever it was though, she seemed intent on answering them and their request rather than pressing her own questions or concerns.
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"Huh, now where was that place he said it was gonna' be at again?"
Trying to make his way through the crowd of celebrating peoples beneath the firework-lit sky, a familiar fellow was looking at all the buildings as he went by, trying to make sense of things. Were it not for the marine officer's jacket draped around his shoulders, he would probably have appeared as just another commoner in his casual attire.
"Damn fishman... they always give really bad directions. No sense of geography or maps."
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Post by Sprite on Jan 8, 2013 22:58:27 GMT -5
Vasil scowled in Forgal's face, glaring at him with eyes full of fiery hot contempt.
"I'd sooner have you fed to my dogs than even be remotely related to my royal house through marriage with one of my servants!"
The paralyzed prince could only snarl and and shout obscenities at Val as she leaned uncomfortably closer over him.
"Back away from me you filthy pirate whore! You're polluting my noble air space!"
Indeed, Val's proximity seemed to be making the savage warrior a bit pinker from oxygen deprivation or infection. Or perhaps his highness was just fighting an unwanted physical attraction.
Cocking his head to the side as Cid unveiled the identities of their captors, Vasil's eyes fell on the bounty poster in the scrapbook. Looking away, he mentally made a note to destroy the disgusting object the instant he got a chance to.
As Titan knocked out Val, Vasil felt the invisible shackles loosening around his body. Grinning, he stood up and curled his hands into fists so hard his knuckles cracked.
"You? Marry these two? With what authority? You are naught but a searat bitch, crippled and useless in that chair of yours, pushed around by a useless brat and protected by that buzzing whore!"
Raising a hand above his head, bladed, Vasil grinned down at Zeke and Philomena with an insane bloodthirst.
"Any last words? You fil-"
Vasil's enquiry was cut short as he sword and ducked, narrowly avoiding a blade of air pressure. Passing directly over him, the attack left a large split between the opposite wall and the ceiling. The already abused building was leaning and even starting to shake as its structural support weakened.
Georgio stood panting, blood and sweat dripping off of his thick platypus fur, one leg up and poised after having just launched the blade of air.
"Think you've gotten plat away from meeee?"
The warrior prince in turn seemed to forget the existence of the Zuberis and walked past them to settle into a fighting position.
"Now that my arm's use is returned to me, I shall exterminate you like the pest you are, pirate. Your coat and animal pelt shall serve as welcome spoils!"
At that moment however, another wall of the tavern crumbled and fell away as the building quaked ominously. Now with a view of the outside, Vasil and Georgio both spotted marine approaching, a number of figures standing out in their calm and measured approach. It seemed the enforcement had brought along some of the big guns.
"Damn the-"
Interrupted once more, Vasil paused mid-sentence to reach down and rip up a section of the floor. The wooden floor stretched and swayed as if barely solid and rolled up in front of the prince to absorb yet another blade of air. Glaring behind him back at Sam and the rest of the odd gathering, Vasil spoke as he continued to defend against Georgio's attacks.
"Those damned marines are on the approach. I shall let you pirates and aquatic idiot live for the time being. Sandra, secure us an escape."
The prince's muddy brown eyes were directed at Sam as he spoke once more an incorrect name. At the moment however he seemed less belligerent and more authoritative.
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Post by CJ on Jan 9, 2013 22:26:10 GMT -5
Philomena sigh deeply at Forgall and Sam. She seemed like she really couldn't stand the two. Still, they were cooperative enough and she had to be grateful for that.
"Thank you," she said. "Let's get to that ship of yours, Miss. And quickly."
It was too late, however. Vasil had trained his sword and her and Ezekiel. She looked up slowly at the prince.
"Phil," Zeek said nervously. His hands began to shake on the grips of the wheelchair.
The self proclaimed pirate captain stared directly at Vasil. Her plain, brown eyes seemed to almost radiate in confidence. She seemed unconcerned for her own safety, even strangely satisfied in her near death.
Then Georgio struck again. She ducked as Vasil did. Zeek actually fell to the floor in fear. She sighed again and beckoned Zeek quietly to help her. As the second Supernova attacked the first, the eldest and third eldest Zuberi retreated to Forgall and Sam.
"So Miss Sandra," Phil said in response to Vasil's incorrect use of Sam's name, "where's the ship of yours? I'm sure you wouldn't want to be an associate if the Marines were to find us. Let's get going."
Cid trudged along behind them. His metal boots pounded against the ground as he slowly went behind them. Titan clutched onto his neck and actually dragged Valentine behind the boy. The scantily clad Zoan was definitely knocked out with her head low and wings and arms sagging lifelessly.
"So many autographs, so little time," Cid sung to himself. The glittering scrapbook had made it back in the boy's hands again. Phil and Zeek occasionally glanced at their sibling. There wasn't much they do now though; they could only pray the boy's infatuation of the Zoan would earn Valentine her safety.
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Post by Shark a' Pult on Jan 10, 2013 13:14:36 GMT -5
"She has a name, and it's Princess."
"My ship? Oh right, the boat. It's... that way! Yeeeaaa- gah!"
In everything that was going on, Sam thought it would be cool to provide a flashy exit, and kick a door open as she ran out for them all to follow. As she ran up though and launched at it with her foot, her leg promptly crumpled and her whole body went and smashed into the door after which she fell to the ground, groaning from the effort.
"It's a pull door, Princess. See? Turn the handle and pull." Moving to the door as well, Forgall without any effort simply pulled the door open with a light creak and held his hand out to demonstrate the clear exit.
"Right... well I probably unlocked it at least then. Whatever, this way!"
Stumbling to her feet she headed out the door with her hand raised ahead of her like a tour guide, assuming that the others would follow and that she could just lead them to the boat. Holding the door open with a bow, Forgall straightened up after she was outside and clapped his hands.
"Verily mine compatriots, tis certainly enough of that. Let us sally forth from these premises! "
"You certainly get involved with all the wrong sorts Captain."
When he clapped, almost by signal the other two fishpeople returned to conciousness, clearly having been playing dead the whole time. The short grey fellow jumped off the ground while the very tall woman pulled herself up by grabbing onto the ceiling.
"Arr deez umans, riminars ah lod af em. Ould leeb am a rod, ey'll olee aract or ubble."
"Yes, well, it appeareth as though we art one great and mirthful family for the immediate timframe. Now let us vacate the area!"
Showing their various forms of understanding or agreement, the two made their way out. The short one punched Forgall in the gut, while the tall one got stuck in the door frame and had be be pulled outside. Not it was just Forgall holding the door open and waiting for the others.
"If thou art haveth thy disputes, I bid thee settle them beforeth exiting this domicile. Ye'll not drag thine troubles with us."
He spoke to them rather sternly, as if settling a fight between children. It should have been clear though what he was getting at, but it seemed that standing by the exit he wished to make himself clear, if he was going to let them through.
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Well this's the street, but there's a load a' bars all up and down it...
The marine-coated personage hugged the sidewalks of the road, in a poor attempt at trying to avoid the mass of people and getting swamped by them in the celebrations. He had to keep an eye out for the right place as he was very close now, but the crowd and the fireworks and everything else was highly distracting. It was either the place he was on the lookout for, or a bunch of dirty fishpeople. Or well, anything out of the ordinary, from what he understood of this collection of people, given the felling of one of the great mangrove trees earlier.
"Maybe I could ask around if anyone's seen anything? Oh who am I kidding, I should have just returned to base and waited for the reports to come in, this is dumb."
Annoyed, he kicked at the floor and stopped to lean against one of the buildings with his hands in his pockets. He didn't seem to realize though that the building he was leaning on, was the one he was looking for. Perhaps if he'd have noticed that it was all barricaded up, but at least from the front the place was not in any state of disarray. Good thing then, that the group whithin were ideally making their exit out the side.
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Post by Sprite on Jan 16, 2013 14:24:49 GMT -5
As everyone evacuated the building, Vasil and Georgio engaged in a brief but furious exchange of blows. Both the Supernova and the Prince seemed hell-bent on settling their confrontation.
Blocking a strike from Georgio, Vasil turned and brutally kicked the giant playtpus back. Snarling, the zoan made to leap at the warrior prince once more but realized the marines had all begun to get their firing line ready.
"Just you wait plat!"
Snarling his final warning, Georgio rushed at one of the still intact wall so the bar and punched his way through, exiting the bar and quickly being lost from sight.
Grinning in satisfaction, Vasil looked up and saw the marines leveling rifles and cannons at him. With a hearty order to fire, a wall of bullets and cannonballs screamed forward at the rebellious royalty.
"Take your shitty pellets and leave you incompetent peasants."
Sweeping his arms in front of him, Vasil cleaved a hole through the incoming projectiles, lead colored goo dripping from his fingers and arms. The remaining destruction shook the building and so Vasil turned to make his exit as well.
Seeing the fishmen hop up from their apparent fake states of unconsciousness, a reluctant look of respect was given by Vasil as he made for the door. He scowled at Forgall but forced down his urge to destroy him for the moment.
"You will refer to me by proper titles befitting my royal lineage, swine."
He was certainly making an effort to be nicer.
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Post by CJ on Jan 17, 2013 13:33:36 GMT -5
Before exiting the door after the others, Cid was shot. Two bullets punctured his back and he went tumbling to the floor. His metal boots clanged as they struck each other, making a terrible sound. As the boy fell, the Zoan he dragged was woken sharply.
"Bzzz," Valentine mumbled as her head spun.
"Val!" Phil called as she was taken with the rest of them by Zeek. "Get over here, right now!"
The Queen Honey Bee Zoan nodded her head furiously in the midst of the action. She looked down once at the boy on the floor and squealing, crying octopus next to him and tried to lift him. She discovered she could but seemed to know of a better way of transporting him. She gritted her teeth painfully and her form changed slowly from a woman to a man. The wings, fur and antenna disappeared as Valentine Zuberi assumed his normal, human form. The sexual, appealing outfit now looked absolutely dreadful on him, but Titan was looking rather sorrowfully cute on top of his purple hair.
"My hero," Cid said with a twitching smile, retaining some consciousness as Val carried him away with the others. He closed his eyes and his head fell back.
"What kind of sick moron bring a kid into this kind of situation?" Phil shouted to herself in spite of Vasil and Sam near her.
The sky turned dark as clouds began to roll in.
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