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Gil Farren ;; Bounty 200m


۰ ✧✦」 THREE years. It had been three years since Gil had joined the Renegade pirate crew. Three years was a lot longer than he had expected he would last on this crew for several reasons. First of all, Rinne. The whole reason for Gil having joined up with this crew was that red-haired male. Naturally, he didn't approve of the man being on his crew when they were both marines, but once they started getting at each others neck, it felt weird to not have him around. Everything was so peaceful and quiet and... it was kind of annoying. At least with the guy around, Gil had someone to bicker with and keep himself occupied when he wasn't doing anything. But that was digressing a bit. Rinne was probably the one factor that raised Gil's mortality through the roof. He had developed a habit of sleeping with one eye open just to make sure that Rinne wouldn't come into his room in the middle of the night and slit his throat or drink him dry. The latter of the two had become a forgotten thought for the most part. Gil figured since the ex-interrogator was so much like a vampire, maybe incorporating garlic into his eating pattern somewhere would keep the b*****d -or at least his fangs- away. He couldn't say whether it worked or not, but the bloodsucking had been minimal, and that was all that mattered. The second part was his own stupidity. Gil had taken to playing around with the ammunition for his gun, which happened to be highly explosive. Adamanta took care of most of the ammo, but he had been playing around with it himself to see how it worked and to try to figure out how to put it all together himself. The fact that he hadn't mishandled the explosives that were packed into the bullet and caused an explosion to blow himself and the ship up was nothing short of a miracle. No point questioning it, though~! Maybe it just meant that he was getting smarter!

That being said, Gil was currently tending to several tasks at the same time. On the large table in his room, Gil had his large, heavy sword laid out towards the left-hand side of the table, tilted as much as it could allow without falling off of the table. Next to that was the smaller blade, which could fold up to make transportation easier. At the moment, the blade was folded up and laid vertically to save room on the table. Next to that laid an incomplete version of the bullets that his gun (see main image) shot, with all of the materials required to make one laid out in a circle around it. Finally, his gun lay on the right side of the table. Along the top of the table were a variety of different whetstones, all laid out in a line until they couldn't fit anymore. If one were to be sitting on the bench with him and would turn around, they would see rat traps, poisons, and other little 'toys' laid out along the floor; but those could come later. The main task that he was focused on was sharpening his giant blade. It was a tedious task, but he had to take care of it quite a bit to make sure that it stayed sharp. Even if he occasionally used the flat part of it to try to smack someone into the ground like they were the mole in a game of whack-a-mole, it still got dull. Ever since he had discovered the chainsaw function of the weapon, it tended to get dull about ten times faster than it ever did before, too. Gil picked up the large blade and laid it flat across his lap. If it were to be compared to something size wise, it would be easiest to say that the sword was just as long as he was, so the tip ended up dragging on the ground wherever he walked, so the tip of the weapon was the dullest, so that was where he started. That also happened to be the easiest part of the blade to sharpen. There was nothing that made him think stupid thoughts; all he had to do was run the whetstone on it until it was sharpened to his liking and move on.

He started running into problems when he got to where the blade worked like a chainsaw. Every time he went to sharpen it, he was tempted to try turning the blade 'on' to make the sharpening go faster, and this time was no different. As Gil stared at his weapon with the whetstone hovering over one of many spikes that was along the side of it, the thumb of the hand that was holding the weapon was hovering over the button that would turn it 'on'. ". . . No. . . it won't work . . . I don't want to go up to the deck of the ship holding my own hand and asking where Lyn is. No matter how I try to do this, it will turn out bad." Gil had never personally attempted this, but he didn't have to be a genius to realize trying to sharpen it with the spikes spinning at blinding speeds was a stupid idea. He still couldn't resist thinking that it might work, though. Almost as if contemplating if it was worth trying, Gil angled the blade to a twenty degree angle as if he were going to try sharpening it and turned 'on' the blade. The way he had his blade propped up allowed the spikes to spin without cutting himself or the bench that he was sitting on. Gil tapped his chin thoughtfully and turned the blade off. Gil carefully set the sword down and grabbed a metal gauntlet, which he put on before taking up the blade and whetstone again. With the whetstone in the hand that he was wearing the gauntlet on, he turned the blade on and lowered it down towards the rotating spikes very slowly and carefully. Almost as soon as the whetstone made contact with the spikes, the whetstone was ripped from his hand and sent rocketing through the wall just below the ceiling of his room. "I knew it was a stupid idea." He said and turned 'off' the blade, then took off the gauntlet and tossed it behind him. The hole wouldn't be tough to fix, he could tend to it later. With the easy way of sharpening his sword out the window -almost literally- he set to work sharpening his weapons the tedious way.

Two sharpened swords later and the bench was cleared of the whetstones and had a helluva lot more space. The bullet and the other components that made it up now sat mid-left on the table and the gun sat mid-right. In the middle of the table were the items that were previously on the floor. Last time they had made port, his room had gained a couple of extra stowaways. They ate his food, chewed whatever s**t they felt like, no matter where he put it, and squeaked all through the ********' night, awarding him with little sleep and leaving him more irritable than usual. No matter what he tried to get rid of them, they would never fall for it and he had contemplated sleeping in the crows nest, or asking Sara or Narci if he could bunk with either of them. They were the two people he could stand the most on the ship and could really care less if it was on the floor or in a box, as long as he could get away from the nonstop, high-pitched, squeaking. With a sigh, Gil rubbed the back of his neck. This time, things would be much different. To hell with the rat traps; they always got the bait off of it without getting caught. Gil tossed the rat traps behind him after that thought crossed his mind. He was also thoroughly convinced that poison wouldn't work, because no matter how much of the weak stuff or how little of the strong stuff he put on the bait, they never died; this meant they probably just took it for shits and giggles and didn't eat it. Gil placed the poisons off to the side with that thought. [******** this. I'll just flush them out, and if that doesn't work, I'll either kick the ******** wall in or start taking shots into their little rathole." There were actually two holes in his wall that the little bastards had made and it seemed as if they came out of both of them, so he wasn't sure how it would work. The only thing he was sure of, was that he was going to go a lot more insane than he already was if he didn't get rid of them soon and that was more than enough incentive to try.

One of the ratholes was located behind his dresser and the other was underneath his table. The easiest one to deal with would be the one that was behind his dresser. All he had to do was move the dresser and he would have easy access at the hole behind it. The dresser doors were pretty sturdy, so he didn't expect anything to fall out when he was moving it-- not that he had much to speak of in there, anyway. Just a couple of pairs of seastone cuffs that he had leftover from his marine days, a copy of the schematics for the ammo that he used in his gun, and some different outfits. Gil placed a hand underneath the dresser and hoisted it up with ease. After carrying it a couple of steps away, he placed it down on the floor and moved back over to where the dresser was. Sure enough, the rathole was there. and the incessant squeaking was as well. Gil knelt down in front of the hole and placed his head to the floor to see if he could see what the inside of the hole looked like, but his only reward was getting a bite on the nose. "SUNUVA--" Gil let out a shout of annoyance and shot a hand out to grab the rat, but it had retreated before he could grab it. "I'm going to enjoy crushing you underfoot." Was what Gil said to the creature before storming out of his room to retrieve as many buckets of water as he could fit onto his body. Nearly all of them were filled to the brim with water, but by the time he made it back, they were at about three quarters full. All of the water that had been spilled had fallen onto himself. Along with the buckets of water, he had grabbed a long piece of wood. There was nothing particularly special about it... at the current time-- but Gil would change that. He drew a dagger from his waist and went about carving out the middle of the wood so it would work like a chute of sorts for the water to travel down into rathole. From what he could see, it wasn't terribly big, so it should be easy to flush the little ******** out from with one bucket of water.

Gil grabbed a bucket of water and positioned the edge of it at the very top of the makeshift chute, then carefully poured it so all the water would flow straight into the rathole. The result was much more of a success than he had expected. Almost immediately after the water went into the hole, the rat that was inside came shooting out. "HAH! And people call me stupid! My a**!" The rat kept skidding across the floor until crashed into the dresser that was not too far away from the rathole. Gil made a grab for the rat, but it was quick enough to bolt before he could get a hold on it, so instead he resorted to trying to step on it. The first few attempts were misses, but on the fourth try, he brought his foot down strong and quick on where the rat was and felt a crunch underfoot. "I knew I'd enjoy crushing you." His victorious feeling was cut short when he realized his foot went right through the floor-- which was made clear to him when he nearly fell forward as he tried to move away from where he crushed the rat. Another hole to fix; it was a wonder his room wasn't completely destroyed yet. At least it wasn't terribly big, right? Gil carefully pulled his foot out of the hole and put an ear to the rathole to make sure that there weren't any left in there. Once he determined that it was fine, he moved the dresser back in front of the hole and went about pulling out his table so he could repeat the process with that rathole as well. This time, he was ready for the rat to come out and he caught it before it could run off. "Boy do I have plans for you. You like the sea so much? Why don't we see if you can swim." Gil cackled when he said this and grabbed his various weapons, then put them back in their respective places on his body, all the while making sure he kept a grip on the rats tail. Before he left his room he held the thing a little ways away from his face and watched it squirm around. "Pain in my a**. I look forward to getting some sleep. I just hope you and that friend of yours didn't ******** and make more of you. You probably multiply just like bunnies and fill half the space."

To think that people actually bred these disgusting things. He'd kill them before they could mate. . . he couldn't deal with theme ating through all the s**t he kept around. They'd probably even eat through a cage if they were kept in one. "I think I might enjoy throwing you overboard more than I enjoyed tossing Rinne's Iron Maiden overboard. I don't think I ever told him I did that. Maybe that'll make an interesting way to start the day." He mused and left his room, kicking the door shut behind him. As he was leaving his room and heading up towards the upper deck, he passed by Sara. He didn't say anything, rather, just gave her a quick look. ". . ." He kept walking towards the upper deck. Did she usually look that serious? He glanced behind him and saw that she was heading off towards the kitchen most likely. The rat, which he had intended to throw overboard had shut up and he nearly forgot he was holding it. Gil moved the rat in front of his face so its beady eyes were staring at his. "What do you think?" It let out a few squeaks. ". . . I see. . . I see . . . I see. . ." He said and let the rat hang by his side. "I've gone crazy, talking to a damn rat. " Gil spun on his heel and walked after where she went. Hearing the rummaging around in the kitchen was all he needed to figure that she was in the kitchen. Gil moved up against the side of the doorway and poked his head around the corner. ". . . . ."

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"Mar, your cat’s real cute." Elysion said with a small, sweet smile in the shipwrights direction, placing a hand on the others shoulder in a friendly manner. It wasn’t long however, before the hand turned into a malicious talon digging into Mar’s flesh, threatening to crush his bones to dust if he wasn’t careful. "You might wanna teach it how to shut up though, or you and that feline are gonna find yourselves on a one way trip to the bottom of the sea. Got it?" Yes, El was now opting to follow peaceful, Zen lifestyle, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t make an exception and blast them to infinity and beyond. "For your information, I did consider the possibility that it was a trap, but the chances of it being true are just as high. It’s the only clue we’ve had on the will for ages, and I’ll be damned if we don’t take a gamble on this. That’s what being a pirate is about ain’t it? Now mind the ship, i’m gonna go clean up." With that, El retreated below deck.

During the journey between the island and their destination, Whiterock, there was just enough time for El to take a bath, change and ready herself for the upcoming battle. It was a welcome change from her long hard days of travelling and training on Amazon Lilly, and for once as she stood under the shower with the warm water pounding against her back, she truly appreciated the convenience of modern technology. That, and the fact that she now once again had her full wardrobe at her disposal. She knew the merits of travelling light, but it got boring wearing the same few outfits for three god damn years straight. Sure, Viper hadn’t neglected to provide her with clothing, but she wasn’t really a fan of the Amazonian style dressing that the Kuja’s adopted.

Trawling through her closet, which was probably only one tenth the size of Celeste’s, El picked out a skirt, top and crop jacket, appropriate for fighting in the afternoon heat. The temperature wasn’t as bad as it had been in Alabasta, but it was nothing to sneeze at either. Making a quick trip to the weapons hold, which she was glad to see, had been kept well stocked even in her absence. She quickly loaded up on bullets and ammo for her pistols, which she strapped to her belt for convenience. With that she checked to make sure all her weapons were in order. Four diamond barrel pistols, two on her hips and two on the holsters on her boots, her sniper rifle and shotgun both on her back, locked and loaded. For the finishing touch and for a dash of good luck, she slipped her mother’s twin flintlock pistols into the holsters on her thighs. And with that, Elysion En’syiel was ready to take the most high security location in the seas, apart from Impel Down and Marineford of course, by total storm.

She returned to deck to where she assumed her crewmates were. Thinking better of shoving Mar aside to reclaimed her rightful place at the helm of the ship, where any good captain should be, El decided to let him slave away and do all the work. According to Cel, their every trusty navigator, if they kept travelling in a straight line in this general direction, they should reach their destination in a couple more minutes, if she had her calculations right. Nothing left to do but relax and enjoy the cool sea breeze up at the helm until they reached sho-

CRACK! A sickening splintering sound followed by the ship making a slight jerk pierced through the calm atmosphere , causing El to jump in surprise, staggering from the sudden movement. "Holy crap, what was that?!." she gasped as she regained her balance. For some reason, this seemed to feel strangely nostalgic…the splintering, the ship rocking, the strange shadow cast over her that seemed to be growing larger with every passing second- wait what!?

El leapt back as all of a sudden a familiar figure landed on the deck in a crouch. He looked different, his hair was slightly longer than it had been before and he seemed to have grown several inches taller, and like everyone else in her friggin’ crew, more buff as well. But he was far from unrecognizable.

"Dammit, do you mind watching where you're going? You owe me a...boat?"

Their eyes met and she waited for the realization to dawn on his face before breaking out into a wide grin. Striding up to the man, she pulled him into a tight hug. "Holy cow, Toby! Is this fate or what? Meeting exactly the same way we met the first time. Damnit I’ve missed you." She laughed, letting go of her first mate and throwing an arm around his shoulder fondly, letting her eyes fall over the younger pirate. "Woah, look at you! What happened to that scrawny country kid I used to know? You’ve grown up!" Not that she was one to talk, she was only a year older than him and perhaps even weaker when they’d started out on their journey. But El didn’t really give a damn about details at the moment, not when she’d just been reunited with about half her crew in such a short period of time. It was doing wonders for her mood.

" El, Cel, Tobias, hang on to something."

"What? We’re there already?" she said, grabbing on to the railings as she leaned eagerly forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the island in the distance. And sure enough there it was right before them, Whiterock, the place where the all important negotiations of the war were taking place. Not that that was any of her concern, she was just after the will. She gave a slightly stunned gasp as the ship transformed itself into a speedboat with the mere click of a button. Mar had really managed to outdo himself in the span of three years. "Wow…it can do that? I’m impressed. Can it-…wait is that…ice? " Oh yes, she was sure of it. El had very keen 20/20 vision, and there was absolutely no mistake about it. She was pretty damn sure that she’d just seen a shitload of snow and ice go flying into the air. And when there was snow out of season, it could only be the doing of one person. "Minny."

Without hesitation, El leapt of the ship the moment they were in a position to dock on the shore. She was fully prepared to run all the way over through what seemed to have become the damn Arctic just to grab that dual-haired doctor by the shoulders and shake the living daylights after her. After all, she’d pretty much been the reason for the Diablo’s disbandment. El wanted to know what the hell she’d been up to all those years. But before she could take off, a black and red hairy blur whizzed past her.

"Last one there has to eat rotten eggs!"

"HEY!! NOT FAIR!" that damn shipwright knew he was clearly the speedster of the crew. Sure El might be able to outrun him if she resorted to gun power, but she wasn’t going to break her sixty-five day no shot record just because of some petty competition. Then again she really hated losing. "Damn you Mar! ARGH!" In order not to get left behind by Toby and El, both of whom had long distance range devil fruit abilities that had the potential to totally leave her in the dust, El raced after the idiotic mechanic, arriving at the place that the general populace was fleeing from like it was infested with the plague.

"Wow…talk about trying to get attention." Minny had really pulled out all the stoppers on this one. Had she guessed that they were coming? Damn, she’d expected this but it was starting to border on freaky. Was there some sort of mind connection between her crew?! Then, a familiar head of distinctively coloured hair made its way into their line of sight as Gemini Daimonds, doctor of the Diablo pirates came racing towards them, apparently heading in the direction of the docks. "Look its her! Hey! Hey Minny! El called, waving her arm in the air like a psychopath to get her attention, before she paused for a moment. ”Wait wait wait, it looks like Minny, but is that her? It can’t be her…she’s grinning!" Since when did Minny grin? Or show any other form of emotion for that matter? Clearly the teenage doctor had gone through some life-changing experiences of her own.

But since they were now in enemy territory, catching up was going to have to wait for later.

"With this many people in panic, it’s not gonna be long before the marines get word of this, if they haven’t already." The purple haired pirate noted, quickly turning serious. "They’re going to star swarming in like bees to a hive. But we can use this as a distraction to go in and figure out where that will is." She was pretty sure it was somewhere near where the negotiations were being held, and that made it highly likely to be somewhere in the palace. "We should split up. Some of us cause a distraction and engage the marines here while the others head inside."


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Artemis watched in stone-faced silence as a soft smile spread over Minny’s face. He said nothing as she unlocked the cuffs that restrained her powers, becoming vaguely aware of a sudden drop in the temperature. An instant icy aura seemed to surround her even moments after she had been freed from her restraints. As expected of a logia user, the undisputed masters of their gifted element. The blonde merely nodded as the younger girl conveyed her final message to her father, one telling him not to look for her. Of course, he already knew that the doctor would do no such thing, not because he didn’t care, but rather because of circumstances that all three of them clearly understood. There was nothing to be gained out of maintaining contact with or searching for a pirate, not for any of them. Rather, it would jeopardize everything they’d been working towards…everything.

"Good luck she says." he muttered under his breath as he watched the girl leave out the window, the last he would probably see of her in god knew how long. He knew she was going back to her crew now, back to a life full of danger, adventure and if you considered the dangerous path she was treading on, potentially death. "You’re misguided. You’re the one who’s going to need all the luck they can get."

From the pocket of his uniform, the sensor pulled out a black Den Den Mushi. In the distance, he could already sense Minny’s intent even before her assault had begun. Concentrating to expand the range of his Kenbunshoku Haki senses, Artemis began to pick up several more presences, signalling the approaching presence of several more on the island. And from the feel of their intent, it seemed as if these forces were most likely to be hostile. It looked like it was time for the real show to begin.

"This is Artemis." His voice crackled through the tiny communications device that was linked up to those that the other division members and the marine admirals carried with them. "Unidentified hostile forces are approaching in the direction of the docks near town…as well as from the south." Not a moment too soon, the sharp sound of ice and snow exploding into the air reached his ears, a sign that Minny had begun her work. He looked out over the balcony, blue eyes gazing towards the white ice that was rising into the air in the distance in a magnificent display of power. She really wasn’t cutting any corners. "I recommend that we break off some of our forces between the two areas to engage the incoming threats. But keep some at the palace; it could be a distraction. We might be expecting an attack here as well." There, with that their forces would be divided in a strategic manner, although att the expense of leaving the palace a little more venerable.

The force approaching from the docks were doubtlessly the Diablo pirates, he guessed from having sensed them shift their course towards the area in which Minny was wrecking havoc. Their presence, he had expected. But the second force approaching from the south was one he had not anticipated meeting. He might not even have been able to identify them, had there not been two very familiar presences on the vessel. Oh yes, he knew those presences well.

"Narcissa, Rinne..." he whispered as he turned to head towards the palace gates, his expression still completely impassive. "I looks like we’ll meet again."


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It had been rather hectic the last couple of days, call after call after call. It wore out his poor Den Den Mushi until it decided to hang up the call on it's own a couple of times. Something he would usually laugh at if the person on the other end wouldn't ring back and violently abuse him afterwards, usually after he'd given the snail like creature a treat. There had been worried calls this morning as well, ones in which he swiftly dealt with, even if they wanted Arc more, but the Admiral was sleeping and would need his rest. Especially if they fail. Arc would have to explain why they'd failed to the government and stuff like that. He guessed that was a perk of being Vice Admiral, he didn't get the full blunt of the governments rage if they failed, which the marines seemed to have been failing a lot lately since Renegade's and Revolutonaries have pretty much declared all out war against the government. Luckily though, a government offical hasn't died for a couple of months, same with world nobles, so again, the government was starting to trust in the strength of the Marines once more. They were still very weary and tense though, which made them prone to yelling at the marines a lot.

He sighed softly, having rested slightly in bed for a moment, running a hand though his whiteish blond hair as his cat like eyes stared up at the ceiling, thinking as he used this precious moments of time before the government officals arrived to rest, having been up since early this morning to go over some of the security arrangements with other crews that were patroling the seas. Giving 'pep talks', reminding them of protocal and to board any suspicious ships for inspection, then arrest anyone who refuses the inspection. A couple of other things too. Damn. He dearly wished he didn't forget to mention anything, or his own head would be on the chopping block.

The man groaned softly, sitting up from his bed and letting his legs hang loosely over the side, the heel of his boots resting on the ground idly as he debated getting up, resting his head in his hands as 'resting' didn't seem to have helped him terribly, perhaps make him more stressed. Why should he be stressed though? There was an armada out on the see and the street was littered with marine after marine after marine, while everyone not wearing a marine uniform was probably being patted down. Even children were probably being petted down, just incase. Urg. He could feel the paranoya set in already. Hopefully, not too many pirates were coming, there had been a couple of arrests already today, making him half suspicious that the meeting wasn't just all a houx. Only half suspicious though, he had seen a couple of the revolutionaries around. Maybe the government just wanted to lure some of the revolutionaries out of hiding and put their faces to a bounty? They had been fighting a faceless enemy mostly for the last couple of... years.

This was not helping. His peaceful rest had just let his mind wander to things that could go wrong as they probably would. Standing up he shook his head "such thoughts are unproductive, and the best way to eleaviate stress is to be prepared" he said to himself as he stood, fixing the white cuffs on his wrists and buttons up the top button on his grey vest and started to dress in his red coat and then on top of that his cloak, attatching his weapons underneath the layers of fabric and slipping on some white/grey gloves. He always seemed to cover up under layers of clothing, expcept for his head, perhaps it was his noble heritage, but his whole family seemed to cover up when walking outside. Except his mother of course, since she wasn't a noble and wasn't taught that way, she married into nobilty. He, his father and grandfather all had pretty fair skin, since they didn't work out in the sun often, and it somewhat became a signature of the Beaumont line. Demetri's skin was by far the most... tanned out of his family, and thats only because he had spent time in grulling labour at the bottom of the marine ladder and even that wasn't for very long. He had made much of himself somewhat easily that it astounded him sometimes, but his family was proud in the end and he had achieved what he set out to do somewhat.

Now all that was left was to find a woman and get married, he was sure his mother was flying around scouting out prospective daughter-in-laws. He could only imagine the evil plots for him when he returned home for christmas this year or something. Speaking of... such things, as he stood to leave he couldn't help but catch the soft fluttering of folded paper falling to the ground. He turned, picking it up and moved to the exit wear he opened the little note, closing the door behind him. It had fallen from his clothes.


It began as all fires do,
a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight.
You held my hand, became my friend,
earned my trust and my future once again looked bright.Loneliness turned to hope,
emptiness filled up with dreams.
Hunger was satisfied,
and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams.

Love, the Forbidden Fruit


Another love poem... what a coincidence. He smiled a little, tucking the note into his pocket and leaving it for later, it had certainly distracted him from his stress, which was good. One day he had to find whoever was leaving him these notes. It better not be Kamui or he was goting to pound him harder than he usually did!

Speaking of Kamui, where was he? Hopefully not gutting innocent people. He supposed he had better go find him and perhaps patrol the perimiter. What was Arc doing? Sleeping? Or... what? "Arc? Where are you?" he called out curiously before shrugging slightly, out of the corner of his eye finding one of the crew members, Luna, still abord the mostly empty ship. "Morning Luna, You look even more enchanting than usual" he said as his morning compliment to the woman "Would you like to accompany me to find Kamui? You stay on the ship far too much Luna" he stated simply with an ever so slight smile etched into his lips, as he usually had.



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▪ ▪ ▪「 As Gemini made her way through the town, she did try her best to mix into the crowd of people. But it was pretty hard, when people kept moving away from you since they said they felt cold. Even more so when she was giving off that icy aura. But hell, she couldn't help it. Years without living with the coldness was a hard thing, to control it when it was almost out of control in the first place. As she was jogging at a simple pace, she knew that Artie was going to call the forces out, while splitting the stronger one off the other way while a weaker towards her. She just only hoped he really was going to do that. Three years, in the grips of the marines is a pretty hard thing to make her trusting in the first place, but she got use to it. Stopping for a moment, she would slowly move her head left and right as she took in a deep breath, letting it out as her air was soon seen in a puff of white smoke. Great, looks like her powers are coming back in full force after all. Shaking her head, Minny didn't stay for long as she was soon taking back off towards the docks. As she moved out from behind a corner, that's when a very tall and familiar hairy man caught her attention. Turning, Minny paused as she stared at the male and soon realized it was Mar. That grin faded for a bit, but soon it was growing as she soon noticed El right behind her. Wow, the woman didn't change much, except for what looks like a little muscle on her bony arms. Without a second to lose, she was quickly sliding her way towards them. Easy, since her feet were cover with ice already, she was able to easily make her way towards them.

▪ ▪ ▪「 Of course, Minny really did change, in emotion wise since meeting her father. Learning about her true mother, and a bit of her parents, did help her feel a bit more better into her own skin. Then again, it wasn't just her personality that changed a bit, but her body, as she now looked like a young woman. With a chest was was at least bigger then El's in a way. When she got close, she was soon tackling down El as she cried out. "Finally! You have no idea how much I missed you guys." Moving back, she continued to grin as she chuckled but of course didn't really notice that her bust was bigger then the purple haired woman. She soon looked over to Mar, and smiled a bit more as she moved up and let out a breath as she spoke honestly. "It's good to see you too....and that I have been wanting to do this for a while now since thinking of meeting back up with you guys." Without a hesitation, she reaches up to pull Mar down and planted a kiss right on his lips. Course, the kiss did last a few seconds, but she was soon moving back as she had a slight blush on her face, but was still smiling as she turned to El when she spoke about using it as a distraction and spoke up quickly to her before they would split.

▪ ▪ ▪「 "We don't have to split up, just keep going from where I came from. I have someone that will help split the forces a bit, so we need to keep on this side, but at least try and go around to the palace. And no going towards the other side of the town, that's where the other forces will be split." Raising a hand, Minny would quickly shake it at her friends, while continuing. "Don't ask, don't tell." Speaking about the person that was helping her out. She didn't want to give up and away the one person that was willing to help her out in the first place. As Gemini soon started to move, she spoke up once more. "I also know where one of the wills are being held at. But it won't be easy to get, since it's being held underground of the palace for safe keeping. I can make a special type of key, that will unlock the area, but we'll have to fight our way through since it will be guarded. I'm afraid I don't know where the other will's are held off at. Only that one I was able to know about."

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Long ago, there was a day that a blue haired child was content. Learning all the common pastry skills that were taught in order she could take over the business. Everyone loved and worshipped their tasty delights; especially that cake called the devil’s fate. Indeed it was the devil’s fate in one night. The girl as she grew older, her appearance rarely changed while many grew old and withered away. Then, there was a sudden haunch of her being a witch. Thus, they quickly grabbed their pitchforks, burning stakes and began to destroy her home.

She quickly hid within the bushes and watches the cruelties of the humans show their true colors. Luna pouted and slowly watched her adoptive family’s hard work burn. The Bakery turned slowly into rubbish. The girl waited for everyone to leave and then she could make her grand escape without being caught. All she had from her home was a diamond heart-shaped necklace given by her foster mother. She ran away to a forest and remained hidden from the public view along with her raggedy clothes and simply barefooted.

Her name was Luna Marie Levi. She was recruited by a fellow Marine called James Arc En'Syiel. While she was destitute for solitude, the kind man offered her a piece of bread. She looked like a hungry cat looking for its meal and she quickly nibbled it to shreds. Luna was tired of hunting, fishing or wait for the fruits to grow in order to have a decent meal. That was when he introduced himself as a marine. Since then, she wanted to be a marine to help out individuals such as her who came from hardship.

Then, when she was about to join the Marines, she was jumped by four males harassing her. At the time, Luna weaponless and had no melee skills. She ran to a dark alleyway and it was a dead end. As they began to close in on her; she leaned against the wall and slowly fell upon the ground. Until, a noble man, showed up to her rescue. He sure taught them a lesson! It was like a prince, saving his princess from the evil clutches of pirates. Okay, so she had a crazy imagination. All she could see his elegance and grace in the way he fought them

After he was done with those hooligans; he had introduced himself as Demetri Beaumont. What a dashing young man. He took out of his time to help a mere peasant such as herself. Since then, she had been stricken with a small puppy crush upon this man and once in while she would write small love notes, but with the nickname Forbidden Fruit to keep her name hidden. Luna would never tell that it was her that was writing such letters. It would be just embarrassing to tell him how she truly felt about him and plus, she couldn’t bare the feeling off rejection or that heartbroken feeling that would usually consume the person’s soul.

Once, she acquired a new outfit they gave her a choice of weapons. Luna quickly learned that she was amateur when it came to guns and swords. Then, she landed on twin fans known as True Beauty. Once she picked them up; she began to play around and perform certain tricks even though at times she would fall flat on her buttock. It was all involved in the process of learning, plus, she wanted to prove that she was a useful asset to them not just some freeloader who needs meals once in a while.

After a few trips, she realized that had the ability to manipulate water. It was on day that she was cleaning the ship and had no desire to use a brush; however she had knocked a bucket of water and quickly panicked. Luna quickly placed her hands forward and it froze for a few seconds. She gave a good blinks and then gave the immediate drop. Nevertheless, she would still have to clean the kitchen.

She was gazing at the ocean as she glossed her lips with the juice of the strawberry. Luna wanted to give that glossy affect; plus it was mighty tasty. Best of both worlds! Use it for makeup and eat her meal. What more could a person ask for? She simply admired the view from afar and let the waves soothe her soul. Suddenly, her ears perked and quickly shifted towards the voice. It was Demetri. A small flustered girl appeared across her cheeks and listened attentively to the Vice Admiral. He asked if Luna would like to assist him since she would spend most of her time onto the ship. Her small gasp emerged when he gave her a small compliment; she simply bowed to him and smiled. “Thank you sir, you look quite dashing yourself…” She took a short pause and began to sway her hips side to side.

Luna tucked her blue strands of her hair behind and nodded to his desired request. “I will gladly assist you.” She gave a small chuckle and replied with such glee. Luna enjoyed his company as well as Arc since she saw him as an older sibling. However, she was slightly more inclined or attached toward Demetri which she would always wonder why him? Perhaps was his charm or his way to approach individuals that would make her sweep of her feet. Sometimes, she would pout since she shouldn’t have feelings for her companions. It would be difficult if all hell would break loose. Plus, Luna wouldn’t want Arc to be upset with her for fact she was causing chaos within the ship.

Her blue hues gazed upon the Vice admiral and placed her twin fans onto her back which would be hidden beneath her long blue locks. “You shall lead the way. I simply follow~” Now it was to look for Kamui, where did that individual ran off to? No matter, Demetri needed her assistance and it was time to have some quality time with him. Good thing she had alone time with him; she rarely could since he was a very busy man. Now was the time to prove that she isn’t the same damsel from before.



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"S P E A K I N G"
T H I N K I N G


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[J o N J o N the P R 0 U D]

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→xxxxcurrently - Pirating, destroying stuff
xxxx→xxlocation - On Whiterock Island, near docks
xxcxxx→xxxcompany - Diablo Pirates
xxxxxxxxx→xxxxthinking - " W-whaaat!?!?"
xxxxx→xxxxmood - Embarrassed
xxxxxx→xxxxoutfit - This
xxx→xxxxcurrent equipped weapon - Nothing
→xxxxMao - With the Reloaded at a unknown location

Looking around until El pointed Minny out for me, I turned my vision toward the direction she was pointing in. I had no devil eye like El did, but my vision was pretty damn good. Minny became so much more... mature in the past three years. Hell, can't believe THAT stole my lips three years ago when it would look as if I was a ***** dating a fourteen year old. Not that I minded it, I always teased her knowing how calling her cute pushed a button. But damn, guess I can make a move on her now. " Damn..."

" Whoa, from what you described her as she grew a couple inches.... everywhere." As Mao sat on my shoulder he kept a very casual look, yet didn't stop that creepy a** smile. I kept my hands in my pockets, watching her run straight on to the captain, hugging her and taking her step back to give El space after knocking her into the ground. s**t, is it me, or is her breast bigger than Els.

"... Pfft, if she could read minds she'd probably make her suck her gun..." As odd as that sounds, I wouldn't want my mouth to be on the other end of that gun when El unleashes her load. " I need to stop... I'm getting perverted thoughts.." I didn't notice it, but my face was a reddish brown. For that brief moment I got a look at Minny's thighs and legs. Like, all that I grew on me was a inch or two as well as my hair. And everyone knows that didn't need to get any longer. I snapped out of it when she looked my way, my huge red eye staring at her blue eyes. " Doing... what-" Without warning I was pulled by my shirt and pulled into a kiss. So cool, so soft, so.." I need to sit down."

So after she released the kiss I dropped to my a** and just sat there. " Huh.... Whoa.." Just give me a minute, I'll be up and walking in no time - I honestly wanted to say that, but Mao and most likely El would take advantage of my situation. Thankfully I didn't get boners to often, so it went as soon as it passed along.. I stood up, deciding to toss in my two cents along for the conversation, " Well, we wouldn't have a problem when we get to the Reloaded. It'll get us out in a flash. Mao, do us and favor and take the ship somewhere safe. We'll signify you when we're ready to leave.."

" Right, I may not look it, but I can do a lot." So Mao leaped off my shoulder and took off toward the boat. I wasn't worried because it was just Mao. He even swam with me and went everywhere I went for my training. So he should be fine.

" Alright, so the will IS on the island. Shouldn't doubt a woman's intuition.." That particular sentence went to El, but what now? Grab the will, then just leave? No, there were admirals here, let alone black ops and the swordmasters guild. s**t was bout to get red... and real..." BUT, I have a horrible feeling in my gut.." Something felt like it hit me in the stomach. Like a cannon ball passed on through my stomach. " Well, what's the call? Makes no sense sticking around here. I could just bring s**t down and draw their attention away from you guys. I wouldn't necessarily have a problem losing them.... that's IF it doesn't go as Minny wants it to."


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Division Interrogator Alexandria Saito A.K.A. Black Death Current Location: Whiterock Island Near Jackson D. Noa/ Gautier

➳ Listening to Noa talk about scents as she softly grinned and stood up. Leaning on the hilt of the sword watching them. "I wish they would just hurry up and attack..." she nodded agreeing with herself. Looking at Noa as she rubbed her chin gently. "....So....." Quickly darting off toward's him and jumping up on the rock. Nearby Noa as she tilted her head looking at the girl who was actually 2 years younger then herself. Eating the ice cream still looking at the girl. "...Why....are you here." She stated simply looking towards the Valor blade. Looking it over, it was indeed a strange blade - She had not known much about the commander - but, everyone could say the same thing about her - most of her past was only available to the higher up's... Not everyone cared that she was so ruthless.

"Since I can't do anything fun on this....stupid...island - A conversation will have to suffice..." It was hard controlling her demon. Forcing a smile as she gently ran her hand over the grip. "It's a fine weapon... Might I ask how you acquired such a weapon?" She honestly at this point just wanted a decent conversation - if she was indeed going to trust obey her commander she might as well get to know the young girl. She had lost her ability to trust long ago - she can't even trust herself... Her other self ended up killing her best friend when she was a marine just over a stupid mistake.

Her hand quickly retreated from the blade hilt - She knew to respect people's weapons. If anyone would linger to long around her's...well, she got a bit paranoid.
























Out Of Corpses:
I'm wanting to make her a bit of a hard shelled person =3 Makes her much more fun IC wise as her shell is broken open slowly. =p.

[BB-Kun]

Kiyo Lau'Hauz

Admiral of the Ivory Dagger

A soft sight as the white clad Admiral stood placing her hands on slender hips with a scowl on her pale face. The Admiral in question was irritated at the lack of information on certain individuals of the silly Resisitance against the Marines, of course who was not at least irritated by it? She had been reviewing information in her study, where you could tell she had once been a Navigator. Map's, and navigation tools littered the area, honestly she sometimes wished she could go back to them days. With no such luck she had forcged ahead, developing skills, and strength. Her mind was by far her strongest asset, along side her Devil Fruit she was unmatched in skill. Being a Logia certainly helped her, and the fact that she now knew she was, how to use it coupled with the fact that she was a better fighter with the abilities bestowed by the Mizu Mizu No Mi.

With a huff she returned to the assortment of documents on her desk scaning them one last time before anyone could bother her. She quickly returned all the wanted poster's and information they had gathered on enemy's of the government thus far back into the folder she carried them all in. She brushed back her equally pale hair with a shove, her green eyes flashing as she turned in a fluroush of white. She was armoured minus her gauntlets, in what she wore instead of a marine uniform. She disliked wearing the marine uniform but she had a pendant with the marine emblem on it for varification, though all marines knew her by name if not face.

A crackling signaled her Den Den Mushi and she slid it from the folds of her dress pressing it to her ear hearing "This is Artemis." The pale blonde's face blanked, 'Artemis, this can only mean one thing.' Sure enough "Unidentified hostile forces are approaching in the direction of the docks near town…as well as from the south." 'Both direction's at once? Could this just be a distraction possi-' "I recommend that we break off some of our forces between the two areas to engage the incoming threats. But keep some at the palace; it could be a distraction. We might be expecting an attack here as well."

The Admiral Kiyorai La'Hauz grinned, like a cat who had caught a mouse. 'I had best see what the other Admiral is thinking of doing, that way we can split our forces the way they need to be split.' She paused for a moment, equiped all her armor and sword with a small frown. 'Most of my crew....' She gave her head a small shake, now was not the time to dwell on such things, but she had to be careful none-the-less, and would be. Most higher up's thought the blonde was stupid, a thing she let them belive when in fact she really had a brillant mind. Then again people talked around those they thought lesser in intelligence than themselves, Kiyo never did such a thing. After all you never knew who was playing stupid right?

The girl sighed "Better go and get Arc."






At: Whiterock Castle;Study
With: No One
Mood: Worried
Thoughts: "Hope I can find him quickly....."
{{OOC: First post, less than the one Gaia deleted but eh....}}

[Chosha Kurenai]

〖MOOD: Ready for Adventure〗〖WITH: Diablo Pirates〗〖AT: Whiterock Town Near Docks〗

"Woah, look at you!" Elysion really sounded impressed. "What happened to that scrawny country kid I used to know? You’ve grown up!"

Laughed slightly as he was pulled into a hug by his captain. "Yeah, well, you know, doing this and that." he said evasively, waving it off. "I'll totally give you the rundown at some point, but since you busted my boat, again, I might add," he added teasingly as he flicked her nose. "I'm assuming we're in a hurry to get that Will, right? Deja vu ahoy?" he couldn't help but scratch his head at that. "And anyway, honestly, did you think that I wouldn't head to Whiterock once I heard the Will was there? that thing is like the candle to your moth or something."

" El, Cel, Tobias, hang on to something."

"Huh?" Tobias looked around to see what Mar was on about, but got himself to a place to hold on as Mar started turbo boosters of all things and Tobias couldn't help but whistle, impressed by the speed and resited the urge to crow. Maybe after all this time the Warper had just gotten used to speed or it turned him into a speed junky or something because the ride was fun!

"Mar, we so got to do that again!" he called to the other before he blinked assomething landed on his hand and he realised just before it melted that it was snow.

Wait....snow? They weren't near Drum Island at all, what was going on. Why would there be snow unless it was-

"Minny!" Elysion called.

As soon as they got off the ship they all managed to sprint through what seemed like trhe arctic (he was glad he was wearing boots) before, after racing where Mar won but Toby was close behind, they found her. Tobias blinked. Like everyone else, Minny seemed a lot stronger than he remembered. Not to mention taller. He really wanted to point it out, but despite the fact he'd been around the bluntest of the blunt for years, he thankfully retained some tact.

After Minny explained the cercomstances, Tobias whistled softly. "Well, you've done your homework. Anyway, knowing whre a part of the Will is is better than not knowing any of it at all." He glanced to El. "Hey, this time, don't get caught again, I dont want another concussion getting you guys out, and Cel, no flirting with the enemy this time, alright?" he added, giving her a half grin, before becoming serious. "If things happen that we have to split up at all, I suggest that Cel and I go in different groups. Her Doa ability and my Sori should help get us out of danger that way, if it gets to that."

He glanced to Mar. "We should at least aim for the Will we know the location of and we'll have to see if we can'yt get the remaining information pout of someone. shame I haven't seen the room or the bits of the Will or I could just warp the things here," he put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Oh well. No crying over spilt milk." he glanced to El. "Well then, captain? Shall we be going?"

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A lot had changed in three years for Commander James Arc En’Syiel…no, it was Admiral En’Syiel now wasn’t it? Up till this day it was still rather shocking to him how he’d managed to climb up the ranks in such a short period of time. Of course, you could probably try saying that it was all in the blood of a marine family, then again his younger sister was a rather infamous pirate, so that couldn’t be it. But today wasn’t a day to be wondering how on earth he’d reached this run of the marine hierarchical ladder, but rather it was a day on which his leadership and capabilities were about to be put to the test…a very serious test at that.

"Well it seems as if I’m the last one to arrive." vice-admiral to the fleet admiral, Adel Hyde, said shaking out her snow white locks as she was escorted down the hallway by the blue haired admiral who had met her as she had alighted from the ship only mere moments ago. One of the key representatives to the world government, Adel was set to join the meeting where the remaining world government personnel were gathered, and it was Arc’s job to guide her safely to her destination. Not that she needed guiding really, that hadn’t been his intention in the first place. He had come expecting to be able to meet the fleet Admiral, only to discover that he had missed his arrival by mere minutes. Arc had been sorely disappointed.

"Yeah, the rebel representatives entered the meeting room only a couple of minutes ago.” Arc noted with a nod. "They should be starting soon.” Yes, the biggest and most important talks in perhaps the entire war was about to commence, and any hope for a peaceful resolution were hinged on this one meeting. Arc hoped that if all went well, negotiations would be successful and there would finally come an end to this meaningless bloodshed. Three years since its beginning and countless lives had already been lost, many other turned to chaos. Every life that was taken was just one too many. Arc had seen more than enough of the horrific consequences that war had on the common man, and did what he could to ensure that the people still had the strength of the marines to enforce justice. But most were not as optimistic as he was. Most were sceptical about the feasibility of negotiations, some having completely given up hope that it would improve the situation at all. Perhaps it had to be admitted that relations were a little more than strained at the moment…but there was still hope. There was always hope.

"Is that so? I hope they haven’t started without me. Good job Arcky~ you’ve come a long way since you started out as a scrawny little misfit on your first day. It’s nice to see you’re living up to the En’Syiel name." she smirked, causing Arc to grimace. "Please, don’t put it that way Vice-Admiral Hyde...” Sometimes he wondered if he had come all this way only due to his father’s standing. It was an unpleasant thought, but not an entirely unlikely one. Then again, he did like to think that he’d truly attained his rank with his own hard work and resilience. He was anything but weak after all. Then again, compared to Adel…

There was something about her that had never sat quiet right with him. Perhaps stark belief in clear cut black and white, right and wrong justice and zero tolerance for imperfection, ideals that she stuck to and defended with a ferocity that made her utterly frightening on the battlefield. If she had her way, she would stop at absolutely nothing in order to eradicate anything that she perceived as wrong or unjust from the face of the earth, even the pettiest of criminals. That was the overwhelming gravity of her beliefs. She wasn’t known as the Marine’s black demoness for nothing. There was no one in all the seven seas that could control this wild beast…apart from the Fleet Admiral, Arc’s father, Marchén En’Syiel. Although in terms of ranks, he was one up against Adel, Arc knew better than to pride himself on being the stronger one; she could easily kick his a** any day. The only reason she had turned down any promotions was because of her desire to continue to serve as Marchén’s direct subordinate. That was the extent of her loyalty.

"Thank you for escorting me. Now that both the revolutionary leaders and world government representatives have arrived, I suppose the negations will begin." She said, as the pair reached the massive double doors of the meeting room, one that was guarded by an entire line of armed soldiers provided by the palace, not to mention the guards personally brought in by both sides to keep the safe from each other. He had heard that the room itself had been fortified specially for this meeting, being lined with steel and a layer of seastone to ward against devil fruit users. Clearly everyone was taking the potential threat of an attack, be it from each other or from an external source, very seriously. Casting her gaze out into the horizon, the young woman smirked, as if sensing something in the distance that Arc had yet to perceive. "You might want to get your act together admiral. I sense that trouble looms over the horizon." Patting the blue haired marine’s cheek fondly, the vice-admiral took her leave, disappearing through the huge double doors into the meeting room. With that it had begun, the meeting of the centuary.

"Trouble huh?” Arc sighed, rubbing the back of his head wearily at Adel’s words as he turned, beginning to make his way back to the ship. That’s no surprise really. There’s always trouble.

And indeed, soon enough there was, as he soon discovered halfway back to the ship when the sound of crackling static cut through the silence. "This is Artemis." The familiar voice of the division member crackled over the den den mushi he’d received specially for this occasion, one that would allow him to communicate easily with the other admirals and division members alike. He would not have expected however, to receive a message through it unless something was going on. Pulli it out of his pocket ,Arc paid close attention to the sensors message. "Unidentified hostile forces are approaching in the direction of the docks near town…as well as from the south."

Already? Argh…they’re really not wasting any time are they? After all, the meeting had only barely just begun. Pirates (or perhaps they were rebels…) just seemed to get more and more impatient with every passing day. And from two directions, at least that’s still manageable. But this meant a battle was coming, and Arc really hated battles. "Better hurry it up then!" First and foremost he should find Kiyo and consult her on what to do, and then get contact his crew to get together to-

"Ah!" The blue haired marine let out a slight grunt as he collided with something, or more accurately, someone has his brain registered only moments later as his hands instinctively reached out, only to find themselves resting on a pair of smooth shoulders. He blinked, realizing that he had just collided right into the very blonde haired young lady that he had been in search of as she’d been emerging from her study. What luck!

"Kiyo! good timing!" he grinned despite himself. Sometimes he just marvelled at the way they just seemed to bump into each other. As recent events reguarding their relationship seemed to have proven, it was as if they were connected by a red string of fate…wow now that just sounded really cliché. "You probably got the message about us being under attack already. I’m thinking we should head to the south side since we’re closer." he said quickly "My crews still at the docks so they can head to engage the forces in town What do you think?"



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〖OOC: Yay Arc! Ugh…hate his layout but meh xP〗

[BB-Kun]

Kiyo Lau'Hauz

Admiral of the Ivory Dagger

No sooner than had the young Admiral left her room than she ran into someone, 'I really need to quit walking with my head down.....' A habit she could not seem to break. When warm hands landed on her shoulders she almost instinctively went into defense but, the "Ah!" came from someone she was very familar with. She glanced up a dark blush creeping across her cheeks.

The pale blonde let out a soft squeek as she realized it was none other than Arc, sometimes she wondered if they had some weird connection, being in a relationship non-with-standing. Still it was always startling to run into him any time she went looking for him, something again she still did not understand. They had always ran into each other like this, and no she was not about to think it cliche. It was normal, albet slightly disturbing how often it happened but still normal as her life ever got. She smiled brightly at his words "I was thinking exactly the same thing, With the higher up's and Artemis here things will be fine. I have no idea where the other division members are but I am sure they will split their forces as needed." She heself had a hard time keeping a crew, or perhaps....because of Rai she had a hard time keeping a crew from running in fear. Then again she herself could not blame them, she was often scared of not of what Rai could do but of what she would.

'Demonic alter-ego and all that garbage.'

'I am not garbage, but you had best hurry and.....be sure not to hold back. If you are going to let me in control, no need to stain your ideal's after all.' Kiyo laughed as she grabed Arc's hand tangleing their finger's together "Think your crew can handle it?" She teased softly as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing towards the south exit.

Rai made a soft scoff with a gag noise before she settled back, ready to take control should she need to. Kiyo could almost feel thankful, with Rai ready and Arc at her side she felt ready to face anything that came her way.





At: Whiterock Castle;Hall's
With: Arc
Mood: Worried
Thoughts: "Oop's!"
{{OOC: XD I like it mine sucks, Still trying to decide what I want to do XD}}

[Chosha Kurenai]

XNox watched from under his hood from his hidden place where he had been eyeing everyone and everything that had been going in and out of the meeting place with a critical eye from the shadows. Being a Black Ops member of the Revolutionaries, it was their job to make sure that the Revolutionaries would not be harmed during the meeting, to help them leave if things went wrong and generally to follow such orders. It was fine by him to be cloaked so his face but for his nose and mouth was hidden in the shadows of the hodded cloak that he was wearing to hide his own identity.

He, along with Caitlyn, and other black ops members, had traveled to Whiterock, where the meeting would be taken place, as much as Nox hated the idea. He personally would rather kill the government and then there wouldn't be need of these negotiations. However, he knew that was a foolish thought as it would collapse too many things and mark them as bad guys when they were far from it. So, he held his tongue as he hid his identity behind black and red cloth.

Right now, he was 'Wolf' of the Revolutionaries.

A brease caught his attention and he looked down from his hiding place to see Felcon had arived and was talking to their commander. Carefully, he jumped down and approached them from the shadows, leaning against a wall beside them. His old assassin training making his arival silent until he spoke to them.

"It looks as though almost everyone has arived," he said finally, his amberish eyes glinting at them as he looked at the two from under his cloak, his voice soft, just in case others who recalled him from Division XIII wouldn't realise a wanted man was amongst them outside of the Black Ops. "I got a basic layout of the floor, There could be potential exits other than the main entrence," he pulled out a paper and passed it to Felcon, where he had drawn a basic plan and circled a few areas. "You might want to investigate these. If nothing ekse, the areas look weakened enough that they could be broken enough to make an exit if there's not one already there, but without being seen I couldn't check much closer from my vantage point."


〖OOC: That was to the Revolutionaries! I hope the post made sense....〗





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[ImaginaryPersona]

{ MOOD ; ; Happy as can be } { LOCATION ; ; abord a ship } { COMPANY ; ; My beloved captain ! oh and rinne too}
{ ACTION ; ; Laughing her A** off at Rinne } { OUTFIT ; ; Out fit in pic}

OH happy day! For once, she actually made something useful.... Something That might get everyone to actually start admiring her work instead of dreading what exactly was coming next. Then again, half the stuff she came up with, were off of whim and for pure entertainment so she didnt get bored, or oh so lonely.... Looking into the waters from the corner of the eye, She noticed an island in the distance, coming up fast at that. "Oh goodie! Im really glad you like it Oh wonderful Narci! She gave the captain a lovely smile continuing on "Yes, Right you are Capitan! They are indeed communicators, more reliable and durable than den den mushi's as well as more. Whats the word im looking for, ah yes portible!" The Mechanic began to get excited, though that was the norm, Considering when it came to her "Children" She often tended to boast about them.
If they are communicators though, I hope no Black Den Den Mushi can intercept it, since this is a high security meeting, I am sure there will be some around Narci was right of course, There was bound to be several of Black den den mushi, but everything is hackable, that is, if you are talented enough to hack. Well in this case it would be considered as "Tapping" into something, But same thing...
"That is something I thought way before you, As a matter of fact when we arrive I plan on setting out to find one, Since all the communicators are synced to my own, It shouldnt be a problem if I was able to take, well steal in this case a Black den den mushi, and tap into its systems making my......no, thats not right at all, Making the renegade pirates Communications, Impossible to hack into." Of course it was that moment Rinne made his entrance, As annoying as it was she would simply put a pass on it. They didnt have much time to prepare for landing and she had to finish with explanations and what not. Though she could help but make a face at his actions. Here she was spending time alone with the captain even though it was business related And here this red headed jerk person had to ruin it.
"Well? Don’t I get a present too?" Pushing all thoughts aside, Tori straightened up and smiled.
"Oh how can I forget the great Almighty Rinne! Of course I have something for you!" Now was a good time than ever to play a joke on him, Especially since she had made a fake Communicator just for him, I mean it worked and all but it was mainly a joke.
Digging into her pocket she pulled a Large red bow, In the center was a Large red plastic jewel with a black out lining. Pushing the center of the jewel, The communicator turned on where she proceded to place it on the left side of his head right next to his ear.
Oh yea, Tori laughed, Well she hid it with a chuckle anyways. Surely it would get narci to smile as well.
She pulled out 2 more objects, both were pretty bulky, and made the same. Turning both of them on, Three dots appeared, A Yellow, Teal, and of course red. The yellow indicated Tori's position, Teal for Narci, and Red for Rinne's bow.
"Ok heres the second part of the communicators, These I present to both of you She said as she handed one to Narci and the other too Rinne, "These here are what I like to call trackers, Before you say something, Yes they are very flawed, They cant track very far at all, And out of the several crew members I could make no more than 3. Anymore I would get glitch attacks. She paused.

Using her Micro rockets she zoomed over to the farthest end of the ship. The yellow dot on the tracker seemed to have separated itself from the red and teal dot.
"Can you hear me?" She paused. "Now listen carefully, The tracker only works about a good 6 miles radius, Anymore than that you begin to loose dots on that little screen. The only way to find them is to close the distance between the two people. Another thing. These trackers are not very durable so please don't break them, IF by any chance you do, Return them to me, I can fix them asap. If you notice on your communicators there are two buttons, One is the on/off switch the other is a panic button." Tori pushed the small button on the other side of her goggles, in a few seconds both Rinne's and Narci's trackers made a loud Ringing noise. On the communicator Tori's Yellow dot now had Ring around it that seemed to have pulsed.
"This has two purposes, To Call for help, And say if we need to have an emergency meetup, This will also work. But remember the flaw. People outside the boundries will not be able to gather that information unless its formally spoken."
Tori now stood there pondering for a moment. Was there anything she was forgetting?

"By the way rinne" She spoke pausing as she peered over in Narci's and Rinne's direction in attempt to hold back laughter " You should probably take off that ridiculous bow, before you lose more of what little dignity you have left. Its a fake communicator. The Real one is in the white box. Its the blood drop pendant, There is also a ribbon there incase you wanted to use it as a choker. But it can also be used as an earing or pin" With that she turned off her communicator before laughing her a** off at Rinne's face. The last thing she needed was to loose her hearing...

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