Ship Name: Dutch Runner Ship Details: Newly Repaired, Converted to a grand ballroom theme. Crew Name: The Boone Family Members: Thaddeus Boone, Olivia Boone
Thaddeus said stepping down into the hull of his ship, Nima whom would be following him shortly afterward. Giving his new business partner a tour of the ship he would begin and end here at the bar. The shipwrights did a well good job on the place. Wood grain counter top, with red leather stools, as well as purple curtains that seemed to block any of the unnecessary sunlight entering the dimly lit room.
"Well what do you think? Nice huh."
Thaddeus said outstretching his arms. displaying the room around him. The ship was so big that Nima could easily house 30 patrons at a time, while Thaddeus thought about adding a dance floor he reconsidered the idea, he didn't want people dancing on his ship, he wanted them drinking then getting the ******** out. Turning the empty selfs that were supposed to house liquors of all sorts He's say to the undead woman.
"I didn't bother buying booze, that ain't my job. You can set up shop down here, I'll be upstairs if you need me."
The one eye'd man said flipping his long red hair, without another word he'd climb back up the stairs to the deck of the galleon. Earlier he'd set coarse to Torino Kingdom, he'd ought to check if they'd reached there by now.
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Ah yes, this was her start. She wouldn't lie, she was feeling good about this right now. The owner of the ship seemed a bit...Weakened. All she needed to do was get on, and so she did. She had waited a bit, letting him limp his way onto the ship. It was a huge ship, which she could respect. She was a woman after all, and the way the ship looked, it meant money and she liked money. Money meant wine, and she loved wine. It was a good place to strike a deal, but now she had to play rat. If this was a large ship, she would have to find her way around. It was quite large, filled with many rooms and items that were highly unneeded. She had to wonder what it was like to deal with such a big ship and have nothing to do on it. She passed by a room with a big bar and paused. She could start here...Ye--No. She had to make food. Why not? Something big? Did the man deserve that? How was she supposed to do this? If she made a big meal, he might try and keep her, but a small meal might mean death. Steak was always nice...Steak with what though? She made her way into the kitchen after passing by several unused rooms, digging into the food. She found some cucumbers, cheese, sausage, tomato's, a loose steak and various veggies. She could make a salad, that was obvious, maybe grate some cheese over it, but what then? Oh! Yes! Duh! She spread the items across the table, looked for some knives and then ran back to he bar. Wine! Duh! She would marinate the meat in wine and let it soak. Duh! What was her problem? She was a chef and she loved wine! She could add some flare, maybe some spices... She would dig around for more. She had gotten lost again in this large ship, and maybe that would give the captain of this ship some time to notice that food had been set out on his kitchen table. She cared not if she knew, for now, she could take this moment to make herself seem more powerful than she actually was. It wouldn't matter if he didn't like her being there or not, she was making him food. Who didn't like free food? She entered the kitchen once more with a nice bottle of their fanciest wine. She had tasted it. It was a complex wine, or a wine that had, or seemed to have many layers of taste to it. This was going to be an experiment, and she opened the wine, took a swig for herself, prepped the pan, turned the heaters on and dashed the wine across the pan. There was a loud simmering sound when she dropped the steak onto the pan, watching the fire rise. She laughed, fire in her eyes as she poked around the meat, moving it around with a poker she had found. Once the fire died down, she began cutting vegetables and grating cheese. The aroma's of food would begin to spread through the ship for whoever was on there, and she enjoyed how it rose. It needed a bit of something more, but who cared? She had steak, salad and...Oh she needed to make a little bit of something else. Dessert? Another food item? She had sausages...They needed pasta. What type of big ship didn't have pa--Eggplant? Maybe she could mix that with the meat? Eh, it wouldn't matter, she didn't want to put in the extra effort. She wanted to get this little meeting with. IF the man had his chest con-caved in, he might eat an---Oh duh! They needed a drink or some sort of dessert. She could attempt an ice-cream or maybe something else. The man needed something for his chest, and that was a wonder if he would ever recover. To be hit by such a man and walk away? She nodded to herself about that, pouring out two cups for herself and one for the man of the ship. With the food finished, she waited, seat to the door with the salad and steak. She had cut the steak into two pieces, the larger one for him and a small nice and clean cut piece for herself. She wasn't that hungry, she just knew most meals were where you could discuss deals, or make new friends. Her last friend had been cut in half. How would this one go?
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Below deck of the Redux Thaddeus iced his chest, waiting for the undead whore to get back to the ship, assuming she didn't keep him waiting. He'd wait no long then another hour for here. It was unbeknowns to him when this woman started following him, but as he climbed aboard it was blatant, he didn't really care though. He'd told every pirate whom was back in baterilla to follow him. He assumed she one of them.
"Oi, welcome aboard. What do they call you, what do you drink?"
He'd say to the unnamed new guest aboard the ship, rubbing his bruised chest. Moving over to Nima's bar Thaddeus had his favorite drink Remy Martin stocked on one of the shelfs, It was his personal stache, the beauty about the question wasn't about what she liked or not, it was more or less what he liked and wouldn't share. Looking past the curtains to his vessal he could see Torino Kingdom in flames with all the rioting and looting. and despite his injuries he still wanted his piece of the action. Turning back to the wine woman, he would scowl. Biting the cork off of his bottle of cognac.
"So you're a pirate huh? If your anything like me you cant wait to get in on some of this action. Yeah, we're just waiting for our last arrival."
The one eyed man would say before shutting the blinds, Dekura sure did a number on him, and he didn't get any of the money he needed, but oh well. He'd still figure out a way to get more money anyway possible. Watching the mysterious woman cook Thaddeus would be left with nothing but question marks on top of his head, but he didn't question it. Maybe Dekura sent her his way, but having a woman who was there to cook and clean was all that he could ever ask for. Getting a better look at the woman he would narrow the one good eye he had left.
"Wait a second... I know you."
He would say entering her personal space, his eye scanning her like a censor he couldn't remember where he knew this woman from, but he'd seen her face before. And not like before like in the bar, but like before that. His mind was just foggy from snorting too much rumble powder. But he recognized people Taking a seat in front of her 10 course meal he was reluctant to eat it, even though his diet before that consisted of only sleep and water. He worried, Thaddeus was never a popular guy. Someone could be trying to poison him with this babe of a woman cooking for him, it was like falling face first into a trap with a sexy lure.
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Record scratch. What was she doing? This wasn't her, nor the game she played or even liked to play. As she chewed at bits of her salad, she began to ponder the question of if this was a good idea. Sure, she could talk, but would it be enough? The man had just taken a hit from a powerful man. That could be an ego boost or drain him. She hoped he would be drained, which would give her an edge. She had to feel this out, and when the man came through the doors, clutching his chest, Michelle only smiled to him. This was a man with dreams and ambitions, ambitions that could run parallel to hers. She watched his eyes, observed his hair. He was going to be a tough one. He had a fire to him, like a grill. She could put charcol on it, make his flame burn real high and then put it out, or let the grill simmer. She had to play the game. There wasn't any time to be quiet anymore. She had to stop playing around and get to what she wanted. The quiet Michelle had to die...So with that, she let the wine and the conversation flow. "Names Michelle, and I drink wine, lots and lots of wine" A long smile as she drinks from one of the two wine glasses in-front of her. "You could say i'm a connoisseur of wine" She says brightly, winking at him once she places her drink down. She watched him now, taking him in. He wasn't eating anything she had made, which was quiet upsetting. "When someone makes you a meal, it's good to show some appreciation by dining, and don't think I poisioned it. I don't destroy food with anything extra and uneeded. Food is to be cherished, just like wine" Her eyes glinting as she watches him get a drink for himself. He cares not for the wine which means that she has more for herself. She takes the cup she poured for him, dragging it over to herself. Three cups for herself? What a day! Either way, she continues to watch him. He's a man in charge, which is good, but he's got too much on his mind. Maybe she can point him in a direction, her direction. "Yes, i'm a pirate, not my first choice, but it's the life I lead now." She says with a hint of malice. She doesn't like this life, it wasn't how she was raised but she can't turn cheek now. It's her life, it is what it is. For now though, she watches the man, wondering how he can do anything with one eye. "Is there anything under that pa--" She starts but his words stop her. Six words, simple. He said them sincerely. He didn't mean harm in the way he said it to her, he just...Said it. Her face held strong, a smile as he finally sat down to eat, but on the inside her heart was pounding. He knows me? Where? I haven't done anything! I've been in jail! I was jailed! Jail! Jail! Jail! Her mind repeated. She was stuck in a loop, her gaze never leaving him. Was he from the jail? She had started a revolt...Maybe...But she would remember someone like him. He didn't have a face you could forget...Well ok, a little it. "I have a memorable face, or i'm one of the mysterious woman you have come across on your journey, but I assure you..." She says as she takes a bite of her steak. "You do not know me." Her body radiating with a glow of finesse. "But if we get to know each other, I assure you we can get out dreams accomplished~" Her tone cheery, a song now and different from before. She can feel a bead of sweat drop down her chest, but her clothing is her armor, her disguise. She will hide behind her smile, keep her composure and wait for the other. They have things to get done. The question is: Who will get the ball rolling first?
His tiny ship made its way to Torino, of course to confront the Yonkou. Not as a Marine, but as a Pirate. He did come up with the idea after all, perhaps the other Marines would have seen him stop short. Well, there was another idea wasn't there. The one Luka had, about taking Pirates in from the docks and dragging their sorry asses off. Well, if all of Torino was in chaos, the stragglers would be easy to quell, no? And the most stragglers had to be on the biggest ship. And while it wasn't a massive vessel, the ship before him was the largest of any pirate he had ever seen. Well, for the few months worth of memories he had anyway. Pushing that aside, he would hoist himself up the side of the large ship. Using the strength in his legs to carry his light frame upward. He would land on the main deck and scan it, empty possibly. At least nothing he could hear from this point. Or even see for that matter, his tiny feet carried him across the deck. Electing to swerve the lower decks for a few moments until he could make sure the top was empty. Sure enough, nothing.
Again, his small feet would carry him to the arch way that led beneath the deck. Down to the concave of rooms that crafted this immense ship. Wow, imagine the Pirate who had the funds for this. Was this the Yankee's ship? "HEY!!" He would shout out, hearing what he thought were distant voices. Perhaps drowned out by the walls and thick wood. Sturdy little bugger this ship was. He would linger in the door way for a bit, waiting to see if someone responded. If not, he would probably raid the thing for stuff to confiscate. This was the only ship of its kind out here, no doubt looting it for contraband. "Is anyone here? I'm a pirate and I'm gonna raid y'stuffz!" Well, that was the War the guy called for right. Who wouldn't believe a Pirate was out and about, ready for blood and destined for war.
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"Shhh! Girl did you hear something?"
Thaddeus would say taking his first bite of chicken. HE was never the salad type, plus being an anorexic twig had it's perks. Sitting there chewing silently Thaddeus would hear the thump thump thump of feet coming down the stairs. Somehow he wanted it to be Nima so he could set sail, but he knew better. "Is anyone here? I'm a pirate and I'm gonna raid y'stuffz!" rang out, Thaddeus was stuck with question marks floating above his head. Why would anybody raid his ship, he'd just bought it. A side from the furnishings and his bottle of remy the ship was basically empty. In fact the crew needed to raid in order to get more money to get more supplies.
"Heyy! You b*****d we're in here!"
Thaddeus shouted back, as the "pirate" would walk through the doorway Thaddeus would get a good look at him noting his short stature. Pirates were getting younger and younger after Monkey D. Luffy paved the way for the younger generation, sitting the furthest way from the doorway In the VIP section of his floating bar. Across the 30ft space, past the bar, past the dancefloor, past the poker tables, all the way to the VIP section. With a elongated wooden table stretching diagonally with the Ginger marksmen on one end and his beautiful dinner guest on the other. As he noted before, everything in the ship was fairly new, the shelves of alchol hadn't even been properly stacked yet, holding his hand out to Michelle he would give her a silent signal, he'd handle this. Poking his head out from his full course meal Thaddeus would speak back to the miniature fishmen.
"Haven't you people already taken enough from us. Now what you'll take the food out of our mouths?"
He said placing down his fork and knife. He was curious to see what the fishman would say now. He didn't recognize him from the bar earlier, where a bunch of pirates gathered to greet the yonkou. Thaddeus also did recall they we're a bunch of marines that kept popping up, just like that one whom got his arm blown off.
"What come to finish me off now! You've taken my business from me, my health, my woman! What could you pirate scum want from me now!"
He shouted standing from his seated position, the bruise on his chest turning purplish against his pale freckled completion. As he stood he could truly assess the height of the young pirate and at Thaddeus' 6'3 he towered over him. A sharp pain in his chest, Thaddeus clutched his bruise and sat back down to regain his energy. Still he could only hope to wonder what pirates could hope to take from him now.
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--------She had a goal...And it was going to take forever to get there. This man had either a one-track mind, or was doing too much. He replied to nothing she had said, all because someone had snuck onto his ship. Newsflash, she had already done it! It seemed the goal of everyone who came on this ship was to simply get caught. The new one had shouted their way onto the ship. The voice sounded young, which was a bit of a shock. Michelle considered herself young, but this voice sounded younger, fresh out. Unlike her flame haired host, she was cautious. In a world like theirs, you could never know. They had just met a man who had so much power, he dented a mans chest and cut off an arm. Children were now on the list of people to worry about. As for the words the newcomer had shouted, she took a moment to evaluate them. "Is anyone here? I'm a pirate and I'm gonna raid y'stuffz!" Hmm...They sounded like something a child would say, more so with the word...Stuffz. She would drink more of the wine, taking in the taste. She wished it was crisp, but it wouldn't matter. The fact that it was complex only added more to the situation. If the wine had many flavors, it would resemble the many flavors of life they were now experiencing. She sipped more on her wine, watching the small...Boy? Make his way into the room. She said nothing when she was asked if she heard anything. It was obvious they had both heard something. She finished her first glass, moving onto the next of the three glasses. She poured more wine into the one finished, if this was going to get crazy, why not enjoy oneself? Michelle was also quick to notice that the ships host ate none of the salad, only meat. No wonder his chest had been knocked in. You had to get all the right proteins and collections of vitamins for a healthy body. It was a wonder he could even stay up. A diet of only meat would only work if you worked it out, or something along those lines. It didn't seem like the host was much of a fitness nut, but if Michelle spent enough time here, she might fatten him up. It wouldn't matter. "No reason to call the child a b*****d, you have no clue of their life style. What if they were born in wedlock? Wouldn't you feel bad then?" She said aloud to Thaddeus, drinking more wine. --------So Thaddeus had given her a signal, meaning he would handle this. She scoffed, finishing her second glass. She poured another, filling that glass as if she hadn't even started another. This was her space, her safe zone. She loved it, even if nothing in the area was fully stacked. She hoped she could one day make something this good. Well, this was ok. It was better because it was free, and who could turn down free. Had it occurred to Thaddeus that she had used his items to make this meal? It wouldn't matter for now, for she sat, drank, and waited until Thaddeus began involving both of them in their pirate talk. "Or, instead of taking the food out of our mouths as he's said, why not enjoy my portion of this steak?" She would say, pushing her part of her food forward. "I also made salad, and we have wine." Michelle rolling her eyes to Thaddeus. See, Michelle had no reason to be hostile, to be afraid. It had nothing to do with the fact that this boy was a marine or pirate. Pirates were going to raid and steal, why not do it from each other? That did not leave any of them exempt from the situation at hand. What rule said pirates couldn't steal from pirates? On the other hand, say the boy was a marine. What was stopping him from taking them in? You had to pick and choose your battles, and the last time she had dealt with a marine, they had cut someone in half in-front of her. She wasn't going to deal with that again, but that made her afraid for Thaddeus. Did she have an aura where people died around her? That would be kind of cool, but suck. "You're a growing boy. You should eat. You don't want to end up as small as him when you're older right?" She says to Merlin as she nods her head to Thaddeus. She wonders if she can make the boy choose, remove herself from this narrative by making Thaddeus the main focus. This was his ship after all, his problem to deal with.
"You're kinda smol to talk wit dat potty mouf." Merlin would speak, unsure how he had gotten to this specific room so quickly. Worse yet, how was everything shoved into thirty feet of space. Strange, that such a tiny child had taken to speaking in such a manner. Calling other people small was his specialty after all. His walka cross the room was gradual, the fabric that lingered on his form swaying with each step. He moved the aesthetic eye patch so that his blue eyes shone a bit better in the light. He would step beyond the bar, making his way across the dance floor. Again, not running, just walking he wasn't in a hurry. But certainly he was getting much more angry, his facial expression read it all. The man in front of him looked deadly familiar, and whilst unsure the only emotion that came to light was rage.
He paused on the opposing side of the dance floor, and thought for a moment. "Y'can't blame evryone for what othahs do y'know. Like uhhh, I haven't taken anything yet duder." He stood there, looking at the poker tables and the dining section just beyond it. He didn't know how strong these guys were, and he was at a disadvantage. Last time he wanted disaster like that, he ended up losing. Pirates were filled with all sorts of tricks. "Y'look familiahz lady." He spoke to the woman who offered him food. She did, maybe in passing, but he felt nothing toward her. He knew he didn't know her, or the red haired man either. Still, it was him that invoked all of this rage settling deep beneath his gut. A hand would extend, grasping onto a poker table with tiny fingers. Small, he wasn't quite a teenager yet but on the very precipice. Still, without much effort at all, he would hoist the table up and throw it against the wall. It shattered, sending debris about Merlin's position. His eyes sharpened, glaring through the dust and cards to the man at the table. The trembling anticipation in him had settled for a bit.
"My name is Merlin Blackheart." There was no need to lie anymore, clearly this wounded man here wasn't the thing a Yonkou's crew was made of. Still, he wasn't running far from this place as most civilians would. For someone who had lost everything, he still had a lot. He dug within the folds of his kimono and pulled out a badge, flashing it at the two who were there. Held in his right hand, facial features softening as much as possible. "I don't has cause to arrest ya yet, jus' being a Pirate ain't enuff y'know. But I'm a need your ship to get out as many peeples as I can duder. I'm uhhh commandeering it." He wanted to eat, he loved eating more than anything, but this was a state of emergency. Simba had once praised Merlin for his critical thinking skills. He wasn't so easily swayed, and if his cup of rage was filled anymore he would probably spill it all over this man. Images of his face were so clear, of a shelled creature. Not one but two, another blue haired Marine. Someone else, someone wounded, it was fluctuating in his mind like a slide show.
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Thaddeus would said falling to his knees. Anger filled his heart, do you know how hard it was to fit all of this stuff into a 30 foot space?! Looking down at the cracked wood and scattered playing cards a tear nearly fell from his eye. There was no reason to cry over spilled milk, but wasted money was a very good reason to cry for.
"And here you say there's no reason to call this kid a b*****d. He's worse then that, he an a*****e!"
Thaddeus would reply to Michelle. Only a captain could feel this kind of pain. Poker was one of the only things he was good at, and now one of his table were smashed. How was he going to make a sea casino now... Looking back toward Merlin was he introduced himself, and his reason for being here Thaddeus' jaw dropped.
"No way, no freakin way! Did you say Blackheart?!"
There was no way, no goddamn way this kid was THE Blackheart, and there was no way this was one of the combatants in the war in the new world. Let alone one of Dekura's rivals. Getting back up to his feet Thaddeus would step out from his position at the table, walking over to the marine trying to get a better look at him.
"There's no way your Blackheart, and let me see that badge again I doubt your a marine."
Thaddeus would say in complete disbelief. There was a point in time where you just in a state of denial where nothing no matter how trival seemed like the truth, you could say the sky was blue and in that state you'd argue that ******** was green. That's where Thaddeus' mind was. Pacing around the room he was trying to get his mind right as the young fishman spoke. Just how! putting the pieces together he'd figure that this couldn't be the blackheart which Dekura was talking about, so that meant there was more then one blackheart out there on the sea. Ugggh! Turning back to the marine. Thaddeus narrowed his eyes.
"Commandeer? Ha! On who's authority boy, what's your rank. Do you even know how to sail? This vessal is way too big for one person to navigate, and we don't even have a navigator on board. If I did do you think I'd be here crying about my stuff being gone, nah I woulda got the ******** outta here a long time ago. This baby's stuck, we've been here hiding waiting for this whole thing to blow over."
He would say back to Fishman, of course he was lying he could move this thing if he wanted too, but would he... Hell the ******** no. Looking back toward Michelle he would shrug his shoulders, unfortunately she's also have no way of knowing that he was lying so she'd be left in the dark about this whole thing. Continuing his role Thaddeus turned back to the fishman in outrage.
"Hey your a marine, get out there and bring some order to this goddamn hellhole. Those damned pirates took all my supplies, all my drinks, all my gold, anything of value. You gotta go get em back Officer!
Thaddeus said hoping to send the fishman on a wild goose chase while he high tailed it outta here, at this point ******** Nima. South Blue place was crawling with marines and she wasn't even a pirate, she outta be fine so long as she was a good ******** for Dekura. That's when Thaddeus hatched a fabulous plan. Why not send this marine to a quick death.
"You gotta help us, as this craziness started one of our crew mates got nabbed. God only knows what those savages are doing to her! Please help us, she's inside of a tavern, at the heart of Torino Kingdom. I dare not go back, but you... It's your job to go!"
He begged hands and knees toward the fishman. Begging for anything was never below Thaddeus, nothing was below Thaddeus he was truly the scum of the sea. And with his acting Thaddeus was trying to fool Merlin into crossing paths with Dekura, of course Thaddeus knew this, and yet again he wasn't lying, Nima was still inside the bar, probably bent over some table. Thaddeus knew he had a bit of leverage with this so he said ******** it and went for it. Now he'd wait to see the marine's response.
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--------What type of situation was she in right now? First, she had come here to talk about making deals and striking up simple conversation, but now...What honestly had she gotten herself into? She understood to show a guest some hospitality. It was simple manners, something one could have if they were a pirate, marine, loner or even amoeba. That's how Michelle thought the boy might see them, or at-least Thaddeus. Of course, when the boy opened his mouth to say his first line of dialogue to them, she spit her wine out. Don't piss him off! Don't piss him off! Don't piss him off! She had to tell herself, chocking a bit at his adorable words. She couldn't believe what he had said. Smol? Potty mouf? Oh god he was adorable. She wanted to adopt him right then and there, but she had to lie. "Yeah man! Don't use such language at such a mature child!" Michelle shouted to Thaddeus, laughing harder than one should on the inside. She watched how he moved his eye patch, then she looked to Thaddeus. Does everyone just have one of those? Is this a type of fad? She thought to herself, downing the third cup of wine to make up for the wine she had spit out. Now one might go, wine is alcoholic, so at some point Michelle should be getting murky, or somewhere near drunk. The fact that they were on a boat, shaking her up a bit added to the churning of the wine inside her. The world right now felt kind of good. She could deal with this situation. It was a kid and...Whatever Thaddeus was. It seemed the boy was very angry about something. "Look what you did! You've upset the boy! Come eat" Michelle offered, her steak piece still pushed forward. On the other hand, she did begin munching on the salad. She had made it and by god, someone was going to eat it! She listened, almost giggling when Thaddeus was called duder. "weah thder!" Michelle said laughing, still munching on the salad. She then paused. She looked famliliahz? She couldn't tell if that was familiar or family, or a combination of the two words. "I would love to be your famil---" She started, until the poker table was lifted. The minute it hit the wall, she dove. --------"What the ********> Michelle shouts, covering herself. For a moment, she cowers. He just flat out picked up a table and threw it! She thought to herself, pulling herslef back to the table. She should have known there was a problem when she saw the horns, but they looked to be of a deer. Deers didn't hold malice! What was going on! Ok, nope, she couldn't have this. She reached for the salad bowl, pulling it down to the ground with her. Nope! Nope! At-least she had a name now, Merlin Blackheart. She would now have another marine name to remember, and honestly the marines looked like they were part of the winning side. She had only seen two marines, and they both seemed to be doing a lot in the world. One could slash through people, the other could toss poker tables. The marine only wanted to take the ship to help the people, which Michelle could respect. Still filling her face with bits of greenery, Michelle watched as Thaddeus began his show of trying to make the marine go about trying to go take back things that were stolen. She watched from behind the counter, glaring at Thaddeus. That was a dumb propersition! I had something stolen! You must help me! No you idiot! She thought to herself, her buzz gone. You sober up real quickly when you see someone throw a table. "You know what, ******** it." Michelle shouts as she stands, placing the salad bowl on the table. "I'm out. I came here to talk, not to have tables thrown." Michelle says as she cleans her hands. "All he wants is the ship to help others, and who would we be to take that away from those that need help? The south is on fire! Buy a new ship!" She shouts, taking the wine bottle, chugging the last of it and wiping her mouth. "The people need help, and i'll be damned if something happens to me in here because you have pride" She points at Thaddeus, her glare jabbing at him. "Now then, Merlin, you can help yourself to the rest of my steak, and the salad, or any food here. Call me up sometime, i'll make you a meal. Same for you...Uh..." She paused. She had never gotten Thaddeus name, just been talking with him. "I'll be around. We'll meet again. Unless a reason to stop me, i'm out" Michelle shoving any traces of the wine down her throat and walking out. This was not something she was going to be stuck with. Nope. She had no reason to be arrested correct? Fine, she would go out and enjoy herself. Off she would go, if not stopped. ooc: Can't believe i'm ******** Usopp >:c Exit?
Maybe shattering the poker table was a bit overboard, but the braces on his wrists held up. The pain wasn't too much for him, but he should probably not try and use them so much. He examined their reactions, one seemed kinda nonchalant about it. Whining over his destroyed table, wasn't that the actions of someone powerful. Not that what Merlin had done was overly powerful, but lesser people had stronger reactions. Kind of like how the woman reacted to it. "I'm not gunna let'chu keep callin me names, bub." His right hand went to his hip, flexing it a bit testing the flexibility of his wrist. Yep, limitations were not fun at all. "Yeh, Blackheart, das my name. Only one in the world." That he remembered anyway, his amnesia made certain things unclear for him. Though Shio and Oshino could also share this name, they certainly seemed closer to him than anyone else that drifted across his mind. This guy though, was really annoying, and he must have been in love with the sound of his own voice. He would never shut up. Constantly questioning Merlin on his position, whether or not it was to be expected because of his age was irrelevant.
"Ya' testin my intelligence duder, I know how ships work." His glare sharpened, a stray eye leading itself over to Michelle as she seemed prepared to leave. Well, he had given them the option to take off. Maybe he should just let the woman go, it would be best. His blue eyes turned red at the sound of the tale, his hands slid into his pockets. Softly he would walk from in front of the pleading Thaddeus and toward another poker table. "Thaddeus, that's ya name." His foot hooked underneath the poker table and lifted directly upward in a feat of flexibility. He arced it and pitched the thing like a ball, not to hit Michelle but to go beyond her and to the door of this particular portion of the ship. Locking them in together with a couple more table flings. In fact, if not stopped he would probably do this to every poker table in the joint. Booted heels would tap the ground, despite his actions he had to look back over the entirety of the area to view what was going on, it wouldn't be easy to catch him off guard. Now, he stood near the table that both Michelle and Thaddeus had left behind. Flinging the tables would only take a small portion of a minute.
"Why would I help a pirate?" Surprisingly clear for how long he had been speaking in his child like gibberish. He didn't like that, being played for stupid. Being tested like he didn't know his duty, this was as simple as turning over one's ship. Now, it had grown into so much more. "Ya acted worried about mah job." Ah, there it is, his eyes had gone back to blue. Ocean filled, and drowned in wonder. "Then ya would 'elp me when I axe. So now ya under arrest fah obstrucshin of justice." Strange, he was only looking at Thaddeus. Michelle had done nothing to impede the boy's progress, he barely remembered throwing the poker tables against the door. He stood, a strong lack of intimidation for a small child. His feats could be accomplished by many a strong man undoubtedly. However, if it was any consolation, this small child was just as strong as any of the run of the mill strong men. And he had accomplished this strength so much sooner.
"Running isn't an opshun duder, fight for ya ship or not. Either way I'm uhhhh prolly gunna take it and save this Kingdom."
STR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
Standing there listening to the marine talk Thaddeus began to get a headache. Yes he could understand some of his fishman Ebonics being a merman himself. Rubbing his temple Thaddeus looked over toward the fishboy with a pained expression.
"I'm not a pirate, I'm an entrepreneur. And um in case you weren't listening, I'm marooned here."
Thaddeus continued to pace, just waiting for the correct moment to strike. However he knew he had to bide his time. He was concentrating on that word "Duder" he remembered the surfer boy from west blue and his accent, the sea was much too big a place with all these dialects.
"Thaddeus? My name starts with a D."
He would say, Thaddeus hadn't introduced himself as himself in years. Most people believed Thaddeus Boone died on Thriller Bark, which was not the case of course. But since then Thaddeus has jumped from personal to alias to nickname to unnamed, not even his own kid sister knew his name. So he'd dismiss such an outlandish guess.
"Woah woah woah, slow down there Officer Tenpenny. You want the ship, take it. I know I ought to get some compensation for assisting an officer of the law."
The greedy pirate man would say rubbing his palms together.
"But how could you ask a wounded man to assist you."
Thaddeus would say going back to ice his chest. If Merlin said he knew what he was doing, then he knew what he was doing Thaddeus would simply sit back and regain his strength.
"So what's your plan officer, how are you planning to rescue countless citizens on one ship?"
The merchant would said coughing between sentences. Ugh, he needed to sit his a** down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2017 1:48 pm
There it was, testing his intelligence again. He kinda hated that, the guy who turned into a Phoenix did the same thing. Doubting him because he was so small, and so young. Infuriating wasn't it, and atop all of that. This man was missing the point, ignoring authority. No respect for a Marine, who else but a Pirate would do something like that. "I told'ya already, I know howda work a ships." Hands still within his pockets, he would slowly walk over toward Thaddeus. Was he scary? No, probably not, but there would be a million other things that could strike fear into a man's heart. Like pain, maybe not as much as whatever struck him in the chest. Still, it would probably hurt him. "Ya lied about ya ships, lied on ya names duder." Clearly his patience was running thin, and despite all of that this man thought he still had control. Merlin was going to take the ship, but there would be no reward for a pirate. Especially one trying to benefit off of the suffering of others.
Merlin looked toward Thaddeu, but a few feet away, moving ever closer should the man try and craft some distance. Nothing between the two, so that was that. He glanced at the ice, from the man's chest to Thaddeus' face. "I said ya undah arrest Pirate" His gaze sharpened, and his tiny muscles tensed. Mustering up their strength and preparing to beat the man down if absolutely needed. There would be no more discussion after his next words. He kinda hated when people didn't do as he said, especially this man. The one who tried to kill him. "Don't make me hurt you."
STR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin, Michelle, Thaddeusxxx▐「 WORDS 」979 xxx▐「 OOC 」xxx
"The real me?" she thought silently to herself, pondering just who she really was deep down. The real Nima was a disgusting creature that much was sure. A chameleon, shaping and adapting herself to the surroundings she found herself in. Always becoming the perfect version for everyone she met, doing everything she could to snake her way to their heart. The ghoul had always been an excellent actor, nobody ever really able to pick up just how false her words and actions could be. The only one who ever came close to realizing just how bad she really is being the marine officer who had been so cautious of her from the very beginning. Sometimes he could read her like a book, other times even he seemed stumped by the woman. Maybe this was because he had some kind of misguided feelings for the she-devil that were hidden away, letting himself be fooled by her because he believed she was much more than what was really there, a sad mistake on his part. Rotten to the core, this is what Nima was and had always been- both in life and death she only ever truly loved herself. She had abandoned friends, even killed some if it was called upon her to do so. Everything she did was for money and self fulfillment and as much as she attempted to trick herself into thinking otherwise it was silly to believe she changed in the little time since she was reanimated. This was the hell that she lived, she was placed on this earth as the devil's embodiment. Hell on heels, her being deceased was ever so fitting in her eyes. She had been to hell and back, and brought some of it with her. "The most honest mercenary in the seven seas." what a joke that was. She had always been a liar, the only problem was she was so very good at it that everyone just believed her word as truth. A cruel manipulator, using those close to her in order to get ahead in life. This was the real Nima, there was very little there in the way of redeeming qualities. Just falsehoods that people planted upon her, their beliefs of her nonexistent goodness. The blind and foolish flocked to her, befriended her, trusted her, and would ultimately fall to her when the time was right- in this she had little doubt. This extended to Dekura, and just why she had returned to the ship of the fiery haired fiend she had been using up until now. If she were going to get a leg up in this world she'd need to follow the instruction of the powerful jaguar and since he had specific instructions to stick with Thaddeus it seemed her choices were limited.
With the whip like crack from her leg both the door and the table barring it would be destroyed from the outside leaving an opening for the long legged woman to step through. The stitches lining her neck would stretch unbearably far as she tilted her head to the side, silky strands of purple dangling in the air, some stray strands threatening the vision of the large sapphire orbs she had for eyes. Nima's gaze alternated between the three presences she encountered, only knowing one of them to belong here. Her attention was particularly centered around the little one threatening her so called "business partner" with a rough time. "Listen up short stack, you can't arrest that greasy b*****d- He's already in my possession." Nima explained rather bluntly, staring down upon the small creature in their ship. Her right hand was instinctively sitting upon the sheath of her sword down by her waist. Nima had seemingly come to save the day- or at least she had momentarily halted Thaddeus' death. Her recklessness in this moment may come back to bite her however at least she was able to handle an a** kicking much more effectively than her cowardly compadre. If it came down to it the zombified woman wasn't opposed to slugging it out with this intruder, it seemed his intentions on board were less than savory for Nima and her future so she'd need to put an end to it somehow. If anything this was the perfect opportunity to make it up to Thaddeus, she had gone a little overboard earlier and thrown him to the sharks however at least she could redeem herself through her next actions by taking on this aggressor.
"You won't be taking my catch, or this ship- half of this is owed to me by this lying scumbag pirate. Unless you're interested in half a ship I suggest you drop this little charade and ******** off." Nima warned, her usually sweet and alluring nature completely broken to expose a more forceful and aggressive side to her. She had every intention of sticking this marine like a pig if he got in her way, and if he wanted this ship he could go down with it- Nima was entitled to half of this ship and would slice it in two before giving it up as a whole. The ghoul wasn't exactly the type to give things away, she wasn't much of a generous soul after all. If she couldn't have it then nobody could. Her head finally snapping back into place and relieving the stress upon her stitches, she narrowed her gaze upon the petite opponent. Body flaring up into a red tinge, the room would grow much warmer than it had been previously. Wisps of steam beginning to expunge from her body, her silky hair whipping about, she gave off a more demonic appearance than one might've expected from the sweet talking zombie girl. Her right hand finally unsheathing the blade at her hip and pointing it forward in the direction of the pest upon her vessel.
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