XXX Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Roselle looked up as the crew's beloved Ocean Dog made his way over to her side and began poking her to grab her attention. She angled her body toward him as he knelt beside her, meeting his gaze for a second before turning her eyes away in shame. How was she supposed to face them all after what she'd done? She'd listen to his words with her head hung, her hair falling in front of her face and covering up her expression as he spoke and she continued to cry. Strangely enough he hadn't come over to berate her. It was actually quite the opposite. Somehow he seemed to understand exactly how she felt: a useless waste of space upon their ship who had nearly killed them all. His words were sweet, imploring her not to wallow in her guilt any longer, but to move on from her mistakes and shortcomings. As he conked her on the head and then patted her she'd once more brush the tears from her face, sniffling a couple of times before finally looking up at him with a small smile. "Th-Thanks.. Marshall.." Reaching a hand out she lightly patted his head back, finding herself suddenly calmed as if... she were petting a dog...
Looking around, she saw that Nefertari had returned to doing what he did best: looking beautiful while lounging in a chair. EZ had gone off to collect the money from their win, and Asche had made his way over to sit beside her as well. She'd give him the same small smile she'd given Marshall as he brushed hair out of her face and cupped his hand against her cheek. "S-Sorry, Asche.." She didn't want to bring anyone down, so she'd have to cheer up as he requested. He'd even gone so far as to say he was proud of her. It was such a simple word, but she felt much calmer now between Marshall's pep talk and Asche's acceptance.
And then loud words literally cut through the ship, Roselle blinking in surprise as EZ's yelling reached them all. The message caused their Captain to rise up in fury and the young woman sighed, finally standing up as well and offering a hand to Ocean Dog to help him up. With her back turned to the scene, she comedically missed Asche YEETING the poor woman who had denied them their money into the ocean. And just like that they were off once more to celebrate!
The sun would resume its conquest to caress every inch of Nefertari’s smooth copper skin. His form would take the typical lounging position with his body laying flat and one leg arched up. The warmth of the sun coupled with the smell of the ocean and this gentle breeze made for the perfect atmosphere to sunbathe. Black sunglasses adorned the desert flower’s face to not only block the sun from his eyes but to also look fabulous!
As he sat, he would soon feel his head getting too hot. Ugh. The struggle of sunbathing. Normally, Nefertari would have a large brimmed hat to protect his head but alas...he left it in his room. He would think to go get it but...so far away... Asche and EZ were dealing with someone who wouldn’t pay them which seemed to be going well because there was a scream followed by a loud splash. The only issue was the sun attempting to fry his brain...
Just then, the viper would spot the poor ocean bum who had nothing to give his life purpose! Well he wouldn’t have to worry about being useless any longer for Nefertari had the perfect job for him! What a saint he was~ ”Oh Sea Hobo! Come here please~!” Nefertari would motion for him to approach. His alluring form was bound to keep his attention long enough for what he had planned.
As he would approach, Nefertari would place a hand over his head and speak in a very wounded fashion, ”Oh sweet Ocean Dog...The Sun is plaguing my head. Would you mind standing right here and shielding my skull from its harsh rays~?” A smile would form on his visage, creating the vision of a bronze-skinned angel. No one could resist the charm once it had been used so masterfully by Nefertari~!
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2018 12:19 am
Marshall
Wiser words have never been spoken from Marshall's mouth. For his words, Roselle rewarded him with a head pat and a smile. Feeling satisfied, Marshall stood up as soon as Asche walked over to Roselle and comforted her as well. What happened next was quite unexpected. Ezekiel's voice pierced the air, sending a shockwave towards them that shook the ship. Apparently, they weren't getting the money.
Or so he thought. Asche whipped around and stomped off the ship. Oh dear, Marshall could sense a dunk in the air. And he was correct. Asche had dunked the lady at the kiosk and taken the money. With that done, it was time to set sail.....
Ah! What a wonderful feeling it was to be at sea and actually on a ship this time. It had been a couple days since the Dead End Race and Marshall was finally feeling at home on the S.S Maribel. The crew now had money and was on their way for a celebration! Or as their captain, Asche would put it, a "night of drunken debauchery." Whatever that meant. Many things escaped the grasp of Marshall's intellect. Precisely because he spent most of his life in the sky, which was quite different from the surface. Regardless, every day was a new adventure with these people and that was enough for him.
He placed his hand over his eyes as he gazed out into the vast cerulean blue sky and took in the sights. Aside from being surrounded by the ocean, there were several species of birds flying around.
”Oh Sea Hobo! Come here please~!”
Who dares!!! Who would interrupt his sightseeing! Marshall turned to see Nefertari lounging in his usual chair. The bronze-skinned man basking in the rays of the sun, his skin radiating pure majesty. Marshall let out a miniature sigh and strolled over to Nefertari. Over the past few days, Marshall has taken notice of Nefertari's behavior. At times, he could be quite demanding of Marshall, whether it be to handle his chores or to fetch things for him. It was exhausting and Marshall was not up for it today. All he wanted to do was enjoy the sights and possibly get some training in before they reach the port to their next destination.
Nevertheless, he reached Nefertari and stood in front of him.
"Yes, Nefertari?" Marshall spoke, answering the call.
”Oh sweet Ocean Dog...The Sun is plaguing my head. Would you mind standing right here and shielding my skull from its harsh rays~?”
Was this man serious?! This! This is what he interrupted his activity for! He would actually ask Marshall to stand in front of the sun and shield him..... Wait. Actually, this may be beneficial to both parties, Nefertari would get his precious shade and Marshall would still be able to take in the sights.
"Very well, Neffy. I shall shield you for now. Only because this benefits me as well." Marshall declared, turning around, his back facing Nefertari. He stretched for a bit to make sure his body was stiff and continued his sightseeing.
STR 015 || PRW 010 || DEF 009 || SPD 015 || STA 010 HP 190/190 || STA 180/180 || SPI 014
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( " MORE, MORE " )♔￤ Far off in a distant universe, researchers had come together to amalgamate a list of pros and cons to Her Pinkness and her moods. Here are the results. Pro number one: Ezekiel was almost always ready to go hard. Con number one: Ezekiel had no idea what to do with herself when things were soft. She was 100 or 100, and maybe an 80 sometimes. Now that everybody was lounging and sunbathing on the ship, there was just enough for her to do! She would go up to the crow's nest, but there was no one to shoot! Maybe she could swab the poopdeck. Wait, hold on: maybe she could swab her own deck. Ezekiel discreetly checked the length of her nails.
Nope. They were too long for that right now. Back to square one.
Ezekiel ended up standing there holding her jars while she went on a face journey of deliberation and distress for the better part of twenty minutes. At the end of it all, what it came down to was declaring that she was bored and accomplishing nothing! Then, the second bit of research came in. Here was another pro: Ezekiel liked to make friends wherever she could, and she liked to do it through gifts. The con, as would soon be revealed by Ezekiel looking thoughtfully at her jars of apricots and then back at Roselle, was that Ezekiel's idea of a "good gift" often ran parallel to what others would consider a good gift to be. Let's test this theory.
Step one: Approach the Roselle. ☑ Step two: Consider how pretty Roselle is, as usual. ☑ Step three: Further consider inviting Roselle back to her quarters for lover-like treatment to pass the time. ☑ Step four: Remember that your nails are too long. Also you've been standing here for an awkward amount of time. ☑ Step five: Greet Roselle! Say something, like, "Hey, Rosie-pose! I wanted to share some of my apricots with you so that you know I appreciate you." ☑ Step six: Reveal the jars of extracted medulla oblongatas that you keep calling fruit with the biggest and most earnest grin you can manage. ☑
Results: Pending.
「STR 8 . PRO 3 . DEF 3 . SPD 9 . STA 2 . VIT 5」 「HP: 100/100 . STA: 100/100 . SPI: 0/0 」:Goe Goe no Mi Wordcount: 384
Deecee-Sama
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CrspyDonut
Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 3:59 pm
There was much drink to be had and much merriment to share. Before they'd left shore, Asche had made sure to load up on plenty of booze to go around. Currently he'd set them towards the second island in paradise, but he'd decided to change course to a nice little spot for them all to rest up and get some time away from the sea. The travel took a bit but they soon landed on an island with a bustling port! A nice place to stop and with it being night, their debauchery could at an all time high! "Ladies! Gentlemen! Let's get started! Shahahaha!" Leaping off the wheel, he landed right in front of Marshal, pulling him close while placing a bottle in his arms. Chugging some from his own, he'd gasp while wiping his mouth. "It's a night out on the town! We worked hard in that race and now it's time to have us a good time! To the tavern!" Taking dart forward, he'd make sure they were properly docked before disembarking, waiting for the rest of crew to come along at their slowed pace. "EZ, don't be gettin' in no trouble this time. We're here for fun. . Funnnn. ." He'd make a point to her specifically, before beginning to head off to a suitable pub for the evening.
And man was it bustling! A bunch of folk, a bunch of music, bunch of drink, bunch of food. Bunch of bunch, get what I'm sayin'? Making sure his crew could get their own table, Asche was already nice and warm for the evening as every came to sit down, more so sliding a little further towards Roselle. "You know a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be sleeping alone on nights like these. ."His voice was sullen, speaking more so in her ear as an arm went to her chair, keeping himself steady. ". . I think. . that we should finally stop this dance we're doing and do what both of us really want. . Don't you?"This wasn't foreign. Asche had taken shots like this at Roselle many a time and usually, she just seemed to blush and stammer. Perhaps he'd get a straight answer for once or maybe, he was back to finding some tavern thot for the evening.
STR 362 || SPD 125 || END 100 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 160 || HP 1040/1040 || SPI 168
XXX With their chaotic race over, everyone had gone to take some time for themselves and the S.S. Maribelle's resident doctor was currently enjoying her time eating a bowl of vegetables and rice somewhere in the shade. Roselle glanced through pages of some boring textbook, halting when EZ approached her and giving the other woman a smile. "Good afternoon, EZ." Closing the book she stared at the woman who was simply standing there doing nothing. After about twenty seconds of uncomfortable silence, she began to nervously sweat, glancing around as if someone near by would give her an answer. Around the one minute mark she was beginning to full blown panic. Why was she just standing there silently?! Something was wrong with their sniper! Ezekiel.exe had crashed! They needed a doct- OH NO SHE WAS THE DOCTOR! Thankfully before the young Skypiean went completely nuts and tried to test every testable function on the woman across from her, EZ spoke up.
"Oh.. Oh good.. That sounds wonderful." Breathing a sigh of relief, Roselle placed a hand on her chest, finally relaxing."I love apricots but they can be hard to fi-" Oh. Oh no. They were clearly not talking about the same thing. She recognized them easily as medulla oblongatas and swallowed hard, her face turning pale. There were so many questions. Mostly it just boiled down to why. Why did she have a jar full of them? Why did she want to share them? What did that even entail?! But EZ's smile was so bright and genuine, Roselle just couldn't shoot her down. "Ah.. H-Haha... Ha.. Thank you, EZ. I appreciate you, too and I am.. g-grateful.." Forcing a smile she closed her eyes and held out her trembling hand. Yay....
Oh god. Where was she supposed to keep it? Was she even supposed to keep it? She couldn't throw it away!!! It was a token of the other woman's appreciation! In the nick of time, Asche's voice boomed around the ship announcing that it was time to dock and well, go get drunk. She truly, truly loved that man. "A-Ah.. Give it to me later, okay? Let's go have some fun!" Gently grabbing EZ's wrist she'd usher her off toward the island. It wasn't often that the doctor wished an extremely inebriated state, but tonight it had to be done. Ezekiel had to forget about the apricots...
As was customary, Roselle ordered a drink when they all sat down at a table, attention drawn to the people, music, and dance. Every island was always a little different and it was so interesting to watch. Like clockwork though, she felt Asche lean over a little, his hand on her chair, voice in her ear. Immediately she blushed, shifting her gaze away from his direction, her heart hammering in her chest. The truth was she agreed. She wanted the same thing he did, but she knew how Nefertari felt and she would never betray her crew mate like that. He was a bit abrasive at times, but he'd never been outright cruel to her. He'd even gone and grabbed the sand dollar she had wanted back on Kyuka Island. Glancing over to Nefertari, she'd sigh lightly and give the typical response. "U-Um well, I don't know.. I um.. It's just that.. I th-think that.. W-Well.." She continued her circular stammering, knowing that as usual as long as she didn't give a clear answer Asche wouldn't press forward, despite the fact that their feelings were the same.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2018 11:35 pm
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Upon hearing Asche speak of the festivities, Nefertari would perk up a bit. Maybe this would be the chance he would be able to gain some romantic favor with his captain. Sure it would be because of alcoholic influence but drunk men tell no tales~ The viper would stand, ”I’m on board for a little fun. It’s been a while since we’ve partied anyway.” Nefertari would walk to his room as the others would also go through their prep work for the group outing soon to occur.
Though his preparations were really just him getting dressed in his normal attire. This is an anime. No one actually wears different things unless its a movie, time skip, or special scene...dumBy... Anyway, Nefertari would make his way to the tavern with the rest of the group. However the night would not go like he planned. Any attempts he made to get Asche’s attention would fall flat for Roselle’s beautiful form took precedence over Nefertari’s own beauty.
He was always considered beautiful, even by female standards. His personality, albeit not perfect, was at least decent. Even better when in a relationship! Verdant eyes would gaze longingly into a bottle like a lost love. No tears. Those dried up in his youth. Only despair and a heart due to break any day now. His eyes would meet Roselle’s as she would look over to him, Asche sitting closely and laying the charm on thick.
Jade hues would roll and be aimed towards the exit, the body they were attached to heading in the same direction. A little wobbly maybe but not enough for him to not make this storm out fabulous AF! The loose cloth on his outfit would fluttered as he took strides to exit the tavern and head back to the ship. It seemed that Roselle had won yet another battle...
Hours passed as Marshall served as Nefertari's shade from the sun. Much had occurred over that time as he basked in the solar rays, taking in the massive star's celestial radiance. EZ had approached Roselle, in quite a seemingly strange fashion and offered her what might have been one of her "apricots" and Marshall simply watched through the side of his eye. Roselle's reaction told him everything he needed to know, which was to probably not eat it, but it wouldn't hurt to take it out of courtesy for dear Ezekiel's kindness.
Since then, he'd become exquisitely toasted and was quite prepared for the activities tonight. But that was beside the point. Except that he had no other clothes. Not that he really could wear a shirt anyways. Asche thrust a bottle into Marshall's hands, which he took and held while his captain wrapped his arm over his shoulder and chugged his own bottle. The group reached port and disembarked the dear S. S. Maribel, entering a bustling town searching for the nearest tavern. Asche making an announcement that there was to be no trouble, only fun, even going out of his way to specifically reference EZ. Probably because of what happened earlier in the race.
After asking for directions and several minutes of exploration, the crew managed to find a decent tavern in town and thus began the night of debauchery. Marshall posted himself at a table with Roselle, Asche, and Ezekiel. Nefertari, on the other hand, had sat a little further away from the group eyeing Roselle and Asche as he was going through his daily routine of flirting with her. He looked around to observe more of the establishment, taking in the other customers and decor until his eyes rested upon a woman. She was quite pretty, but then again most women he had met recently were, like Roselle and Ezekiel.
Dark brown curls bounced about her head as it moved, shimmering emerald eyes locked onto his for a brief moment before averting their gaze, and her full lips pulled into an innocent grin, revealing pearly, white teeth. She looked like she was having genuine fun, that is until a large, muscular man approached her and her smile turned into that of dread. Marshall angled himself so that he could see the situation better and watched as the man began pulling her close and speaking with seething anger. He couldn't tell because of the background noise, however, he knew this wouldn't end well. No one in the area made any moves, perhaps out of fear for the large man and his bulging muscles. Luckily enough, Marshall was not and he stood. Although he was indeed buzzed, it proved no issue for Marshall to reach his destination.
"What the hell did I tell you about leaving the house, woman?!" The brute hissed as his grip grew slightly tighter, "Do you want me to beat the s**t out of you again?"
"NO! Let me go, a*****e!" The woman said, trying to free herself. "I'm sick of being treated like this!" Tears began to stream down her face and she raised her hand, whipping it across the hulking man's face, slashing into it with her nails. He staggered back, knocking some drinks and people over as the tavern itself began to grow quiet from the sudden outburst.
"AH! ********! YOU b***h!!!" He howled, wiping the blood from his face and balled his fist. Enraged, he cocked his arm back to strike her and swung with full force. Unfortunately, he had not hit his intended target as Marshall himself had taken the brunt of the blow.
THWAK!
The sound of the man's fist connecting with Marshall's cheekbone echoed. Marshall almost lost his footing but was sober enough to catch himself. Both the man and woman were surprised at his appearance, though the man recovered and snarled, "And who the hell're you, huh!"
"I'm simply a passerby. Usually, I would mind my business, but simply watching someone who can't defend themselves get hit doesn't sit well with me." Marshall responded, licking the blood off his lips and wiped his nose.
"It was a nice punch. Though, I could probably beat it."Marshall grinned as he took another swig of his bottle and set it down on the counter beside him. Hearing that comment made the larger man laugh, "GEHAHAHAHA! YOU! Look at you boy, you're half my size!"
"True." Marshall rolled his right arm and put on his serious punching face, "But I've punched larger and uglier things than you."
The smile disappeared from the larger man's face and he returned to his enraged state preparing to deliver another blow to Marshall. He swung and Marshall ducked under the fist and dashed into close proximity, using the momentum he created to launch his fist forward, smashing it into the face to the larger man. The force of his punch lifted his target slightly off the ground as he sent the man flying back, crashing into a couple of tables. It should have been just enough to knock him out, though Marshall didn't really care. He would just put him down again.
The young Skypiean drank the last few drops from his bottle and then turned to the bartender. He requested drinks and while he waited, he held a conversation with the woman. He learned her name was Scarlett and that she was living with the man whom he had just punched. The bartender returned and delivered the drinks. Marshall caught his attention once more before allowing him to return to his other duties.
"Probably should've taken that outside. Apologies. I think he'll pay for it." Marshall pointed his thumb to the man he'd just hit and jangled a bag of coins that dropped when he punched the man, "This should cover it, I suppose."
He picked up one of the drinks and held it out to Scarlett, "A drink, perhaps?"
STR 015 || PRW 010 || DEF 009 || SPD 015 || STA 010 HP 190/190 || STA 180/180 || SPI 014
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SherlockHomeslice
Decee Sama
a.renee.w
Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2018 2:28 pm
His eyes lowered as he waited. Scanning over her figure, marveling in her beauty. Maybe it was the alcohol in him but she looked even better than usual. Draped in clothes to fit her curvaceous figure - the wings, the horns. What he sought after wasn't the average, but the uniqueness she held. No other woman was like her and that was why he found himself so enamored with her. A diamond that was waiting to be found. A jewel that he could never keep a secret; coveted for as long as he'd seen her. Maybe that was why he bothered him that it felt she never saw him like he saw her. Wasn't he good enough? Or maybe. . maybe it was his blood. Maybe she'd heard the stories of the Blackhearts and their long line'ed curse that never seemed to stop. Even further, maybe it was just him. He didn't look the part or just wasn't what she was into. As she stammered a free hand grasped the drink, guzzling it down right as a man went flying across the bar. Asche instinctively rose when seeing it was Marshal involved, but came to a calm once the situation played itself out nicely. Alright. . Well, that was good enough for him. . Now, back to the matter at hand.
". . What is it anyway? Is there someone else you never told me about? Maybe. . I'm not good lookin' enough?"He careened off to the side, facing her with fierce, angered eyes. Liquor fueling his ambitions - Asche's fury didn't seem to subside. "I. . I . . I really do think you're beautiful. ." More so to himself than her, he spoke these words softly while looking away in anguish. No matter his attempt, she pulled away. No matter how openly he confessed, she. . she just looked elsewhere. Whatever. He didn't need to chase her. There were other women. There were always other women. That he could just use to ******** and slink away from the next morning. That'd been his life this entire time and there wasn't a reason to stop it now.
Seeing Nefetari rise to leave caused Asche to turn a brow, standing with him. "Be careful on your way back." Far be it from him to stop the man if he wasn't having a good time, but onto other things. Other people. Momentarily his eyes shifted to Roselle again, then turned to the bar - a woman with soft features and a decent enough body to be worth his time. Welp, back to square one. ". . Enjoy your night. ." Was all he said as he exited, stage left.
STR 362 || SPD 125 || END 100 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 160 || HP 1040/1040 || SPI 168
XXX For the first time in the past year Roselle had known him, Asche actually seemed angry at her. Swallowing nervously, she met his gaze for a moment before looking away in a mixture of guilt, sadness, and fear. "N-No, it's not that... It's just.." There wasn't anyone who had caught her attention throughout all their travels. That wasn't to say the Doctor hadn't seen attractive people as they hopped from island to island, but in her mind they all paled in comparison to her Captain. He was the first person who had told her she was beautiful, and hadn't recoiled from her or treated her as the abomination she was according to other Skypieans. Truthfully, she found him just as beautiful inside and out. Even though his behavior could get quite eccentric, he was courage and had always shown her kindness when she needed it. And more than anything she wanted to tell him about the things she loved about him, but she couldn't bring herself to betray Nefertari like that. The man had saved her life, and this was the least she could do to repay him.
The woman had grasped her drink once more, taking sips from it as she tried to decrease the time she had to speak, afraid that if she didn't occupy herself she would spill everything to him. Already she could feel the effects of the alcohol, a strange wave of calm and sleepiness over her despite her desperate desire to comfort Asche. As he stood she'd stop drinking, furrowing her brows and biting her lip. She didn't want him to leave, but he couldn't stay. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finished the last of her drink, saddened by how cruel the situation was. Because as it was currently, all three of them were hurting. "A-Asche, wait..." Standing, she'd follow after him, reaching out to catch his hand, looking down at the ground. More than anything she just wanted to pull him against her, lay her head on his chest, and confess everything she felt.
The sudden sound of fighting stole her attention momentarily, and Roselle lifted her head with wide eyes to watch the scuffle between Marshall and some random man in the bar. She flinched every time their blows connected, but was otherwise relieved to see their beloved Ocean Dog was okay. Still, she'd make sure to check on him for any injuries he may have received. While she was distracted with that though, Asche had pulled his hand from hers, walking away again. This time she forced herself not to reach for him, instead bringing one hand to her face in an attempt to shield the fact that she was crying. With a sniffle, she managed to choke out her word loud enough to be heard over the noises of the busy bar. "Y-You should.. T-Talk to Nefertari...I'm s-sorry.."
As he left, she returned her attention to Marshall, sitting on the side opposite from the woman he had helped earlier, head tilted down as she cried. After a couple of moments she took a deep shuddering breath, wiping her eyes and trying to pull herself together. "A-Another drink, please..." While the bartender went to fulfill her order, she turned to her new crewmate, trying to force a smile. "You okay, Marshall..?"
Deecee Sama
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CrspyDonut
Sherlock Homeslice-
Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2018 5:29 pm
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A pause would fall over the room as Marshall would confront a rather large male. Judging from the scene and the fear of the woman standing behind Marshall, the large man was violent. Nefertari would turn to face them and wait to see if his assistance was necessary. However as the event unfolded, the viper could see that his help was not needed. Ocean dog was stronger than expected.
As he would turn, the words of his captain would reach him. A chuckle would escape him. It was not a happy one. It was not because he found something funny. It was due to a snap. A small fracture in his composure that resulted in an involuntary irrational emotional reaction. A slight one but one none the less. He would not turn his head to face him, he would instead compose himself and walk out.
He was tired. Nefertari was tired of his feelings not being reciprocated or taken seriously. Watching the person he wanted, flirt and show attention to another. Going back to his room to comfort himself and “try again another day.” There were no more days. No more tries. No more patience. He was...done. As the desert flower would walk back to the ship, a single tear would fall. His steps would halt and he would look down at the ground.
With a deep breathe in, Nefertari would think back to when he was a child. They weren’t vivid memories. Only flashes. Yelling about his crying being weakness, the sound of cracking whips, the vision of a woman with a sinister grin, and a wicked laugh. Delicate hands would lift along his side to gently graze a small portion of his back. Brushing over a scar that was long enough to reach his side and be visible from behind if he would remove his large cloak that hung off of him.
Using his sleeve, Nefertari would dry his tears. ”No point in crying...I’ve felt worse than this. I’ll live...I always live.” Progress would resume towards the ship. The thought of leaving the crew would cross his mind. The thought of starting a life with new people or just finding a place to live alone with only himself for company. Then he would think of all the fun they’ve had and could have in the future. It was not time to leave...not yet...
Getting to know Scarlett was quite interesting to Marshall. She had regaled him with her tale and he had done the some. Although they were quite different, Marshall and Scarlett got along quite well. A couple minutes passed since their initial meeting, Marshall was quite drunk by this point, yet he was still functional. Scarlett, however, was nearing unconsciousness and her head was flat on the table. It was good times all around for Marshall until Roselle came over looking sad. This brought him back from La La Land and back down to reality.
"You okay, Marshall..?"
"Ah! Rose! I could never be better. Did you see-" Marshall halted his response early as he turned his head to see Rosell's current state. She was upset, really upset. He put his drink down and sat up in an attentive manner. "R-Roselle, wh-what's the matter?" he slurred as he patted her head, noting her teary eyes and expression. He leaned in examined her closely, something happened and he wanted to know what. However, it may have something to do with Asche. Maybe even Nefertari? He inched closer to Roselle and listened to her tale this time, as she downed a couple drinks. Marshall consoled her for a couple minutes and just as he was about to say something quite profound, a shadow loomed over the two and a hand extended, slamming Marshall's face into the counter.
Crack!
Marshall felt a sharp pain on his face as he head was yanked back up and he was thrown back away from the counter. He landed on his back and groaned, moving his hand to touch his nose. First mistake. It hurt like hell. For all, he knew it was probably broken. He'd never gotten a broken nose before and this wasn't the way he would have wanted to get one. Or was it? Did this count as combat? Whatever, that wasn't the point. The point was that he was attacked and he wouldn't let it stand.
A foot slammed down from above aimed at Marshall's head. Luckily, he had rolled out the way but instead received a chair to the back as he attempted to stand. It broke on impact and sent back crashing back towards the ground. One after another, Marshall was stomped on by the men. This was great, just great. He simply wanted to cheer his dear friend up and this is what he got. Blow after blow, Marshall felt something inside him stir. It boiled. Growing and growing until it simply boiled over and he couldn't contain it any longer.
"How'dya like that?!"
"That'll teach ya to mess with our boss!"
Despite what the captain said about trouble, Marshall was not about to let himself get beaten down. Especially in front of Roselle, who was in distress. She didn't need any more things to worry about. He made another attempt to stand, and as if it were a scheduled occurrence, a chair came swinging down on him.
This time was different. Marshall's fist shot up, smashing through the chair and into the face of the one who swung it. He straightened himself up and took a look at his attackers. Five men surrounded him on each side, probably friends of the larger man from earlier. That was fine, they wanted revenge it seems. He wiped his face and spit blood out of his mouth. Cracking his neck, he wiped some chair debris off his shoulder and sighed.
Anger.
A rare emotion that Marshall ever showed, especially in public. His drunken state was no more. Clarity overtook him.
"I will say this only once. If you value the condition of your body, you will turn and leave this place. Immediately....." Marshall's crimson eyes were no longer displaying his normal, warm and playful gaze. It was the look of rage. Pure, unfettered rage. In fact, his eyes themselves were no longer crimson, instead, they were now a deep lavender. However, his attackers were undeterred in their objective.
Good.
Marshall spread his legs slightly and relaxed. "I see...Consider it your misfortune for what's about to happen to you. Rejoice, for I shall show you something I rarely show anyone."
"Getta load of this guy, eh?"
"He's off his rocker. There's five of us."
"What're you ganna show us, huh, boy."
"What you ask?" Marshall simply gave off a condescending chuckle cutting short and staring at the one who asked, "Death."
"Why you!"
The first person rushed forwards and slammed his fist into Marshall's face. A solid hit, but not to the effect that he had hoped. He noticed that Marshall had not taken any of the damage and began to scream. His fist was broken and he dropped to the ground in pain. Marshall stared down at him emptily and sighed as he kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying into a wall rendering him unconscious. The rest of his buddies were taken by surprise but showed no signs of retreating.
"Next." Marshall returned his focus to the remaining four.
One after another they came with all they could, but it wasn't enough. Chairs and other objects that could be found either broke or bent against his body, but Marshall felt nothing. He allowed them all their time to attack and watched as their efforts were fruitless. At one point, someone had called for backup and there were many more. Not that it mattered, anyway.
With that, he made his move. He wouldn't kill them, just make them wish they were dead.
STR 015 || PRW 010 || DEF 009 || SPD 015 || STA 010 HP 190/190 || STA 180/180 || SPI 014
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:26 pm
Why did he hurt so bad over all this? It had to be the drinks. No doubt. Usually when she did this it didn't feel bad at all - it was just another thing, part of a natural occurrence. He'd flirt, she'd deny him, he'd move on. Same old same old. But tonight. . tonight it actually felt different. . Stopping momentarily to hear her words about Nefetari, Asche turned his head to look to the door at the man as he was exiting. Was he in a bit of a bad mood? Had someone hurt him? Barely nodding to her, he'd shift in position and move on to an exit, but that was when everything started to hit the fan. Behind him he'd hear the crash of chairs and peoples screams. Drinks smashed into the ground as tables toppled every which way. Asche's attention quickly changed, eyes barreling off to the side to see a caramel man on the ground being affronted by several men. Yelling and jeering, all of them having a good time. Who in the ******** did these people think they were putting their hands on his crew?!
First his irritation. Then, his rage.
Without alarm, Asche was thrown into the mix of the fight. A free hand grasping one of the smaller men by the head and tossing him straight off into others who came running into the tavern. "Roselle, head back to the ship and let Nefetari know what's going on. EZ, go with her to protect her. I'll make sure Marshal gets out of here safe." His orders were absolute and after speaking, men rushed him; several in tow with bottles and knives. The establishment flooded out as he continued his onslaught, smacking a person here to there and then upwards, flying out through the ceiling. Looking back only for a moment, his eyes narrowed to Marshal fighting his own battle and would say this rather plainly. "Marshal, hit the deck!" All that was heard after was the clink of his red ornate blade - the slide of steel from sheath as he dropped his upper garb with the room suddenly growing quiet.
The air grew still after those words were spoke. Slowly, the entirety of the tavern started to careen; men's eyes went blank as a slash appeared across their chest with the entirety of the place tilting to one side. Asche held his blade out, turning it over to look at the blood on it with a blank expression. Inside the reflection a man strangely smiling. . That man, being himself. Eyes slit and animalistic as he continued to stare downward. Blood. . Kill. . He could kill them. He should kill them. It'd be so easy, right? They'd come here for a fight anyway. They deserved to die. "Ahhh!" That resounding scream broke him from his inner concentration, shaking his head after several seconds of staring at his blade. Golden hues returning to normal as he hurriedly turned, looking for Marshal. "Marshal, are you alright?!" His crew. . That's why he was fighting. That was the only reason he'd ever fight. . Right?
STR 362 || SPD 125 || END 100 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 160 || HP 1040/1040 || SPI 168
XXX As it turned out, Marshall was an incredible listener. It was so nice to vent out all of the words and emotions that she had been holding in for so long, but felt like she couldn't tell anyone. And truthfully, Roselle would have continued bottling up her pain were it not for the alcohol. As she explained the situation between her, Asche, and Nefertari, she continued drinking and by the end of her story it was clear she was quite tired. Like the woman on the opposite side of Marshall, alcohol always made her tired, and in the inebriated state she was in, the Doctor was more than content to pass out at the bar as well. "Thanks for listening, Marshall.. I'm really glad we found you." With a small, sleepy smile she'd reach out and ruffle his hair, petting it for a moment like one would a dog. An Ocean Dog...
Sniffling and wiping away the last of her tears, she leaned the side of her head on her hand, elbow propped up against the bar. Just as she was considering dozing off, Marshall's face was slammed against the counter, and the Skypiean heard the horrifyingly familiar sound of a broken bone. "Marshall?!" Sleepy state suddenly shrugged off, Roselle bolted up, eyes wide and confused as she turned and watched her friend get tossed across the bar. "Stop!" As she reached out to grab the attackers arm, she was met with a hard backhand across the face.
Smack!
The world seemed to turn as Roselle lurched to the side, bringing a hand up to touch the throbbing side of her face, blood dripping from her nose. This was just like how it had been in Skypiea, and the young woman considered the same tactics she had always used before. Recoil. Hide somewhere. But unlike the cloudy world she had grown up in, she was no longer alone. Weak as she was, she couldn't just abandon Marshall. But what was she supposed to do? Perhaps if she used her powers she could keep them all stuck down or sedated for a minute? But how long could she hold it? Would it even work?
As she trembled in indecision, a familiar figure returned to the scene. Hearing Asche's voice brought Roselle immediate relief, and she had no issues with complying with his orders. Wiping the blood dripping from her nose with the back of her hand, she'd grab EZ's wrist, pulling the very adept sniper along as she ran to find Nefertari. It only took a couple of minutes to find the lone beauty, still walking toward the ship. "N-Nefertari!" She'd call out to him, knowing he was the last person he wanted to see right now, but understanding he needed to be alerted of the situation. "A fight broke out in the bar! M-Marshall and Asche are fighting back there and they might need you!" Her voice trembled as if she were on the brink of crying again, but at least she had delivered the message.
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