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[ When you taste my poison, you will never go back. ]


She may have been able to win over this man, but she never got the chance to try to pull him into her trap as the woman near him transformed her arm into silver and created a sword out of the same element. A Logia fruit user she thought to herself. As the sword went to her throat she backed up out of it's reach. "Isn't that a bit rude, I am just looking for a good time" she said "and not from a pervert marine!" she snapped at the other man. If he took her into custody he would gravely regret it when she told the fool marine who she was. It was then that two things happened. The white haired man called out a power and his arm turned into a Minigun and another man came and knocked out Captain Partie in one blow. "..." This was really bad, she was going to need to get involved now or the marines were no doubt going to get slaughtered. As the white haired man shot ten marines and started running off she decided to take things into her own hands. "Miasma Breath!" she said and a blast of purple poisonous gas shot out of her mouth and covered the whole group, anyone who even took even a slight breath of it would be infected and they would start to become dizzy almost immediately. In the brief moment of blindness as the gas would block a** sight of her she leapt away from where all the pirates and marines were. "I am commander Nightshade of the marines, all the pirates here are under arrest" she said in a cold steely voice. Some poison leaked threw her gloves and then solidified into 2 inch claws on her fingers, one scratch of these claws would cause flu like symptoms that would become worse over time. She was a expert at close quarters brawls, and these claws would make her very deadly indeed. "Now, who all wants a taste of my poison?" she said in a very seductive voice.

xxx Location: Running away from the bar towards the pier xxx Company: Her new Nakama? xxx Thoughts: Swag~ xxx

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Sitting at the bar her legs dangling on the stool swinging merrily back and forth the Moxie girl turned up her large mug of beer, gulping it down like a true sailor. The way she drank it brought an air of awe to the large men surrounding her who grumpily tried to keep up, wondering how such a small, lithe girl was out drinking their massive burly bodies. "Cha ha ha ha ha! ♪ Ooooiiiiii baaar keep i'll have anooooother! ♪" She went on in a sing song fashion as another tall mug was placed infront of her by the nervous bartender, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he wondered what kind of person he was looking at. Margaret raised the cool glass up, in personal celebration for such a marvelous show earlier, feeling accomplished, the roar of the crowd still chiming in her ears and making her giggle in a reserved giddy fashion.

She paused as the commotion started, a large brawl suddenly jumping off out of nowhere. What was most worrisome about this girl was her reaction to such chaos. As if she had been waiting for this moment she gripped the thick glass mug so hard in her hands they turned pink, and cracked it over the back of a man's head, for having stumbled too close to her during the commotion! "Come on I'll take all of you on! I've got a song I just made up called Punching Faces in!" She said as she climbed on top of the bar counter boasting at the top of her lungs with her fists raised high into the air. The alcohol was sitting just right in her, shown by the red flush of inebriation on her cheeks, she was far from trashed but a decent buzz was definitely what she was feeling. With a grin spread wide on her face, she chuckled mischievously.

"Let the beat drop!" Margaret screamed as she jumped off of the bar counter, crowd diving into the midst of the brawl like a mad woman. In the fray she was like a savage squirrel who knew muay thai or something. Biting, punching, elbowing, scratching, and all the while cussing up such a storm it'd make a nun cry. The brawl became a blur as the alcohol momentarily got the best of her, only to have her senses returning enough to watch the merman take out a bounty hunter, a poison gas using marine, a man who controlled flames, talking bear, and a guy with machine guns in his arm. The Merman claimed all of them as his crew, and deep down she felt this crowd was just weird enough for her to tag along. "Hey Merman! I'll join you!" Apparently much simpler a choice for her than others as Moxie ran along after the merman and the woman dragging him anxious for the adventure to begin.




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I like to live the way I want,

Loud, proud and to a radical soundtrack! Performed by yours truly.

One day, I'll find One Piece. Why? Well, I thought it'd be fun, or something. Whatever.

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