With adrenaline disappearing from his system Guzma found himself returning to the world. It looked like it hadn't been just them three fighting, all around was death and destruction. Pain shot through his shoulder, his shoulder...it was dislocated. It explained why the force of his punch had weaken and why his punch towards Rana had stuttered like it did. Giving no facial expression of his pain his right hand reached over to his left shoulder. Patting his shoulder, his hand trailed to his arm before in a sudden motion he pulled it. Grunting his shoulder was snapped back into place and Guzma will continue acting like nothing had happen. Crossing his arms around his chest. "Nice catch" Guzma would tell the vibrating leg lady. Looking up at the sky Guzma noticed that the rubble seemed to start heading up in the air was building something. A castle maybe. Then the explosions started to happen. The kingdom was really becoming shitty place to live at.
So the woman really liked his chain, he couldn't blame her after all it was a pretty cool looking chain. Custom made just like his sun glasses and like his glasses the chain had a few dents on it. The vibrating leg lady then started to talk about her dreams and asked what did he have. "No I do not have beli nor a kitchen. But if your dream is to make the best wine in the world. Then I guess I'll have to help you accomplish it." A smirk appeared on his face as he looked over at the frog lady. "What's your dream?" They had time to talk while the other went and changed or whatever she was planning to do. Or so Guzma had thought. When rubble started to fall and the sound of explosions got louder he looked towards the tavern that Yonko had been, which was directly under the rubble. Except it no longer was as everything was being destroyed one by one and it was spreading throughout the kingdom. "Hey you! Comeback here" Grabbing the vibrating leg lady by the hand he pulled her and lifted her over his shoulder. His hand on her waist to make sure she didn't fall he would look at the frog lady and do the same but place her on his other shoulder. "This place is falling apart we need to leave" Guzma would then start running to shore as the the explosions kept getting louder and louder as they closed in.
Hey you...he never asked for their name had he? Well no time like the present Guzma always said. "Being your captain and all. We should know each other's name. Refer to me as YA BOY GUZMA" Saying with vigor and confidence his smile showing the same. Running with them on his shoulders he kicked or head butted any one who tried to stop them. Mostly dumb pirates who didn't realize the island was being destroyed and were trying to do a last minute mugging. "Ha idiots thinking because I'm holding two beautiful women in my arms I can't do anything...uh" Guzma's eye twitch realizing he let his tongue slip. Luckily before it could be brought up they reached the dock where his ship was. A lone man boat. Yeah all three of them wouldn't be able to fit in it. But look it here a pirate ship attempting to leave the island. "Well let's get a ship shall we" Guzma stretched his leg before he jumped high up in the air and landed on the deck of the ship. The pirates brandished their weapons as Guzma set the two woman down. "Just stay there while your boy gets us a ship" As the crew charged at him his shoulder wouldn't hold him back anymore. His arm darken a black as the pirates tried to cut his arm the blade was sent flying. "Would have suggested to run" Guzma would give a punch to one. Grabbing his arm to prevent him from flying. A quick swing would knock most of the crew off the ship. The rest realizing they couldn't fight Guzma jumped off the ship and ran away. "Well we got a ship now" Guzma would tell the two. His hand went to the back of his head. "Any of you two know how to sail it?"
INDENT► The open water was...nice enough really. It was kinda boring being on his own, so much so that Derek probably spent some time sleeping unwisely. He was started into wakefulness when his boat was rocked by a wave and hit against a much larger ship. The young man jerked up and scanned his surroundings, only to spot the ship. He sighed, and climbed on up, bringing a rope to tie up his boat so he had a quick escape, maybe. Derek hopped up on the deck, and spotted three people: A guy with...asymmetrical sunglasses? A woman with some kind of roller blades, and a woman with green hair. His hands were raised in the standard "I mean no harm" gesture, though his face was pretty serious. "So, could anyone tell me where I am in regards to....anywhere? I may have fallen asleep on my way out into the ocean and bounced up on your boat." He noted the level of devastation nearby, and was kinda surprised. He wondered what kind of weapon pulled of this type of destruction. "Any idea on what happened around here?" He then silently cursed himself. "The name's Derek Jaeger." Now he had to wait and see how these three reacted to his sudden appearance.
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2017 4:08 am
-------- As discussed before, Michelle had gone off to get new clothes. She was tired of wearing what she was wearing before. She was growing, getting stronger in her adventure. She could feel it was time to be someone different, and more if someone had taken some sort of picture to know who she was before, she needed to be able to not be identified. She had a set she was ready to change into, but when the place started to shake, the world was changed for her. She of course snatched a set of clothing from the building as it was a close shop, only to be put over Guzma's shoulder. She didn't know to make a noise or fight this off, but she clutched her clothing and watched the kingdom fall. "Oh well" She said, shrugging over the mans shoulders. She watched the explosions, her eyes filled with the madness that had befallen the kingdom. She saluted the destroyed kingdom, laughing as they made it onto the ship. Guzma had defended them, calling them beautiful ladies, in which she looked to Rena and winked. "He's got a soft spot for us you know?" She said with a smile. In a moment, they were jumped onto a large ship that he was now taking. She paused, looking over the lone man boat they had looked over. "Woah! Hey nah! I got my own money to recover!" She shouted, watching him do battle with the old crew. They would be no match for Guzma, but Michelle had already dashed off. She was fast, too fast for the others to stop her from running the side of the ship, jumping off into the waters below and kicking her feet so fast that she tore through the water. Wouldn't matter to her, she had to find her boat with the money it held. It wouldn't be hard to find, a lone boat with a sack of money on it and wine, her delicious wine! Of course, upon thinking about it, she saw it, a boat filled with wine and money. She pulled herself up, nabbing the money and pouring out some wine for the many who would die here. She took off again, throwing her sack onto the ship as she rushed back. "Don't take off without me or my s**t!" She yelled, sure that the supplies of money would stop the wine from breaking. She then took a running leap, landing on the ship with a wild laugh. Her clothes were drenched to the point that they stuck to her body, and she had once been wearing white, so the crew would see the outline of a binder and wings. She glanced down for a moment, screaming as she dashed to under the ship, picking a room for herself. -------- There were many rooms for her to pick, but she picked the first one she had found. The binder that held her breasts back to keep her frame small was ruined. She had no other one, never thinking to pack another. She could go home and get one, but the way that she had left, she was sure her home wouldn't be so happy accepting her back. She sighed, dropping out of her wet jeans and top. She stood there, naked as her wet wings shot out, covering her body. "I'm sorry mom and dad. I know you would want better, but you don't get rich doing nice things. I'll make a wine you can appreciate" She said solemnly, petting her wings. For a moment, she stared at them as if she could see her parents faces and then her wings flapped off the ocean water that made her feel more heavy. She sighed, pulling off the white haired mess that had once laid upon her hair. It was a wig, she had been wearing a wig the whole time. Now she looked like a ragged mop, but now, her dark hair fell to below her shoulders. She sighed, covering herself with her wings. "This is the new age of pirates correct?" She said to herself, tossing the clothing onto the bed she had snagged before. She hadn't even looked to see what she had nabbed. A long sweater? No it was a dress that went down to her legs, just big and fluffy like a sweater. She was confused how anyone could wear this, but when she put it on, her chest puffed out the middle. She shrugged, looking to the room around her. She hadn't even checked out anything from the last crew that they had just stolen from. Contacts, horns, heels and a necklace. This was a girls room and she seemed to like to dress up. She fit into the heels, nodding at their quality. They were court shoe heels, black, slick and just her style. She didn't have much to wear under the dress, but it was nice to be free, not have any set of undergarments to stop her movements and bras were a hassle to put on and off. She put on the contacts, her usual red eyes turning a glowing yellow. She had been wearing contacts before, so she was used to this. She placed the horns on her head, looking at the nice little skull and bow it held. She felt more feminine and this was quite cute, but what about her wings? The damn dress couldn't hide them...She couldn't bind them. Guess it was time to give herself away. She placed the necklace, or pendent, on, then Guzma's golden chains and walked up to the top of the ship. --------Clack, Clack, Clack! Went the sounds of her heels as she quickly made her way to the top, then stopped. There was the sound of someone. She paused, holding the door to the bottom deck so she could listen in. She hoped they weren't fighting, making sure she prepared her legs. She shook them, but they didn't click. They made no sound. They were...Normal. She blinked, then she looked to her legs. Nothing, normal. She stared at her legs and then to the ship. What had happened? A light shined down, maybe the sun, or maybe something else. Dear, you need not advance yourself with parts, but advance your skill and ability. Make us proud Came two voices. She clung to the door, holding it tight. She made sure not to tear up, just to walk out of the door, almost slamming it open. "You missed the dawning of a new world!" She shouted to the newcomer. She stared at him. Hands behind her back as she looked him up and down, then to Guzma. "Boss you want him taken care of? We don't know him. I could kick his a**, take his things and we can be off" She stated, drawing her long, slender leg back, kicking the air just in-front of Derek. There would be a small force, just a test to show him that this was not a group of people he should be messing with. She had been granted a second change by her parents. She best not waste it. -------- -------- ooc: Sorry I kind of changed some things around for you Lapin. I was just like, gonna do this anyway with her format changing and what not.
"I HAVE NO SOFT SPOTS!" Guzma would snap at both of them as he shook them a bit just to prove his point. If they so thought that he was weak or soft then they had another thing coming. To be precise it would be a fist to the back of their heads. They would soon find out even if they were in crew Guzma was someone who would rule with an iron fist. The crew that they took out just stood idly by when Michelle would jump off the ship talking about wanting to get loot. So she was a pirate as well it seemed like he would need to reeducate them about stealing from the weak. That was no way to live you won't make a name for yourself by simply beating those weaker than you. Also taking things from others who haven't done anything was scummy. Ben had taught him better. "HURRY UP WE ARE NOT WAITING LONG FOR YOU!" Guzma would yell at her as she splashed in to the water. Whether she listened or not was none of his problem. Heading towards the wheel of the ship Guzma would attempt to sail away from the docks. While his lone man boat didn't exactly work like this large ship it didn't take much time to learn how to sail out of the dock.
And by not much time it would take about ten minutes to fully set sail. In that time Michelle had jumped back on the ship and hurried inside of it, probably to see what they had inside. Something interesting he noticed was the outline of a strange looking appendage on her back. It looked a lot like wings but humans didn't have wings and she didn't look like a minkman or whatever they were called. Someone else had also gotten aboard it didn't look like the crew he had kicked out but that didn't mean he was wanted. Heading back to the dock he would walk towards the man saying nothing until he stood right in front of him. Staring hard at him he eyed him for a second as Guzma debated whether to answer his questions or simply throw him out. "Torino was destroyed by a pirate. Because people are too afraid to fight to protect themselves" Guzma would say frowning. It reminded him of his home people always were weak willed even when in danger he was a prime example of that. People were just push overs.
Michelle then suggested beating up the man and taking all his stuff which made a small smile appear on his face. Putting an arm around her neck he pulled her in for a hug. Giving her head a noggie. "Now now play nice. We need people to help run this giant ship....what's with the new hair and colored eyes?" Guzma would ask keeping her in a headlock messing with her hair. "Well Jaeger like I said you can stay here but you got to pull your own weight. Name is Guzma. Before you extend your hand I don't do handshakes" While Guzma was accepting the man on the ship there was a strong distrust towards the stranger and for the obvious reason, the man was a stranger.
INDENT► Derek stood there, listening to both people. Then someone, the girl, kicked at him. It was to show they weren't to be trifled with, but Derek used this opportunity to draw his shotgun and point it at the woman's chest, his eyes full of fire. "Lift that leg to threaten me again and lose it." That was when Guzma pulled her into a headlock and acted like a...bro? That was the word right? Derek put the shotgun away and chuckled. "Carry my own weight? Easy. I'm a gunsmith. I don't trust anyone with my own gear, and I could easily upgrade this boat to have firepower on par or greater than any Marine vessel." He wasn't joking either. That green lady wasn't behaving oddly, other than being quiet, but he just kept an eye on her, and would do so.
INDENT► Derek started to prowl along the ship, scanning its already present defense cannons and looking at the layout. A lot could be changed. "Alright Guzma. You have yourself a gunsmith. Just keep your pet on a tight leash. Let's get away from here if what you said it true. Marines will be here soon to clean up." Looking around, he spotted what needed to be done, and got to work, helping get the boat moving as Guzma directed. He liked this more than being on his own, and sleeping would be much nicer. He couldn't wait to get below decks and stake out a room and lab for his work. He would need to secure everything though, in the event they hit a storm. Not that it really mattered in the long run. His weapons would be unstoppable given time to develop them.
INDENT► When the crew was safely away from Torino and sailing easy, he would relax a bit instead of working so hard. He needed to explore the ship, all things considered, and establish himself on the command scale. Despite his newness, he had to be stronger than that kicking woman and the green one. Hell, he could be stronger than Guzma in a straight fight, but that wouldn't do. Derek didn't want command, he wanted influence. The ability to help determine destinations, raid locations, and resource acquisition. So the best way to determine a pecking order would be a fight, that could easily spoil any budding relationship, so instead small talk would have to do. "So, big question. Why are y'all pirates? I'm on here to make and test weapons. So I need to have free access to resources and Marines are stingy, Mercs don't give a s**t, and you can't make money on your own without spending half a decade diving for scrap." Derek carefully eyed his compatriots, and thought about what he gave up. They could use that and like him for it. He didn't need to mention collateral damage wasn't on his list of things to care about just yet. So he would wait for their responses, and hope his question sparked a discussion and get the group to consider a course of action besides floating aimlessly in the water.
INDENT► Derek would enjoy the breeze though. It was a lot nicer being on a bigger boat. You don't feel the churning waves as much. He would still have to carefully monitor his weapons though. Salt water was terrible for any kind of metal. He thought about his home under the waves, and breathed deeply. These people didn't need to know he was of the Merfolk. Not right now. Nor did they need to know he was an expert fisherman. Likely because of his childhood, still, it was something to keep hidden. If he had publicly known domestic skills, he wouldn't have the peace to experiment and test his work. Derek couldn't have that. Rare materials could be found in the various Blues, but he needed a crew to handle bigger challenges, ones that he knew would open up soon. Derek couldn't wait.
A right chav she was as a brat and even then when the Marines might throw her around, they'd expect some form of fight back. Hers came in the form of a tongue slap at the white haired man who threw her into the arms of her prior drunk fisticups friend. Friend. Now they were friends. As her verdant eyes roved to catch the sight of the girl who strangely held a protective warmth to her despite her reckless speaking. It made her not want to tug the pistol somewhere on her person and brandish it across her face. No, her hand instead fell into a soft, relaxed uncurl and it might have been the booze or energetic backwash of it all, who knows. But Rana soon entered sleep.
Sometime later they took board on a new ship. To her muted memory the frog girl recalled Guzma; the name she now knows him as, had elected himself the leader. Well, that was fine. A mischievous glint lit up the dark spores of money hungry eyes as her cheeks might have curled at his words. And likewise the Mercenary, well now branded pirate alongside all of them, had no tact for words.
"Yeh? Well if you'se end ahp blah'dee suh'kin as Cap'N then yuh bounty will make ahp foh the rest'ovvit, lahv." The infamous cockney would again spew. Initially an accent she seldom used, except on the rare occasion to the gingerbread man who ran off somewhere in the middle of the fire, who knows. She was a little disheartened to see him gone but that was life she supposed. One gone, and two more comes into the circle. Her ears perked up at the mention of needing a ship. A gloved hand rose from where she was sitting over the barrel by the base of the crows nest. "Oooh, Ooh! I can't read foh jack shet sahmtimes buh I can steer'n read maps! Yeh, yeh gotchoselves a Navi on that one. You chickees can cawh me Rana.~" Rubbing her nose before an added charming wink to them. "I got us. I won't let you cash cows drown in vain, who knows what yeh'll all be worth sahmday, mm?! Kerorororororo~" Then the lady whose name hadn't popped up yet had her confused with all this wine pourin'. For the dead? She'd give her a 'you eat a**' look at the sense of it all but she'd let her do her own thing. Rana eventually settled into the familiar spot of the deck. The steering wheel with the prow pointing to the direction she can always change. They were just sailing aimlessly for now but until an answer would pop up, the self appointed Navigator would simply have them cruise.
The light hearted remark would go off and she'd give a little teasing kissy face at the Captain alongside Michelle who also seemed to take in the moment of being called beautiful. "Awwwh, he's a big ole softie, that bloke. Cap'n or not, he a guhd guy." A wicked yet playful expression drew on as her tongue would extend and lightly flick at him from behind the ears. "And a big ole fat lipped pirate now. Idn't dat right, liaaaaaahr?~" She'd give herself a dying hoot and a slap on her thigh before resuming her steering on the wheel. Whatever it was she could drive it. She piloted many things since the tender age of 6. A bicycle, a toy car, dogs, horses, big crocodiles, boars, even at some point a mild seaking! But then again who knows, they'll eventually see her uncanny ability to always take them to places without fail through rain sleet or snow. A drowsiness took her by the storm and followed by a few yawns she then fell asleep. So much that by the time she'd wake up there would be a commotion on the end of the deck. Rubbing her eyes the frog girl would turn to look with the asymmetrical spectacles popping up back on her head.
Homegirl [Michelle] was dressed nice and all but even with all that fleek she couldn't hide the hustle inside. A scent Rana knew all too well. The scent of being TOO damn down for the cause. Already calling him boss, just like that. And willing to kick her foot in some poor chaps rump from what she overheard? She'd let her face look ugly for the final yawn before coming over. "Hahhh? Sis, what's the hubbub, bahbs? Woht we got heah?" A pistol ready to plop out her titties stopped only for a moment to view the muscular piece of a very tall glass of water here looking genuinely confused. "Oooh, well hello!--" Then came in Guzma toward the man who they now knew as Derek, with the big guns. Which of course prompted her to unzip her chest and not bring the business with her pistol on a possible threat.
What happened next.
She fell to the floor, dying, kicking at the air rolling seeing their new flustered Captain [a fact she'd see fitting] somewhat "Byahahahaha! Oooh, Guzzy, you'se such an ahrse! Can't believe yeh actually said that!" Going ahead to easily copy his expression to the T and mimic the same phrase whilst standing beside Guzma. Adding stupid base in her voice that was poor in quality. "Name is Guzmahh, I don't do handshakes---pfft--hwaahhaha! Hee--eheehehehe-woahh! Ohh, and gahrl(Michelle), you'se gonna have to be careful, ee's (Derek) a feisty one." Wiping a tear from her eye, she'd look at him. Finishing introductions and all the like but he seemed to sound promising for the most part. Specially at gunsmith.
"Woht? Shaaaht, aaaahp! No fohkin way, for real? I want cool guns!" Excited and approaching him at first before she'd hear it. And she'd step close and give him a nasty wet willy in one ear before smacking the earside. "Oi! If you'se as sweet as yah eartar, than hear me good, she's just anotha person like you'se and me and we'se all a liuhl misahndastood." Immediately pointing to Guzma, their Captain and butt of all her future jokes. "Let's not be nasty." Rustling her hair, as she'd grown irritated over all of this before looking back at him. He asked a simple question. It's better they move things along and get past what little tension remained.
"Hmm. I guess I can't go back to being a merc no more after that oopie boopsie [the Raid]....bahhht....I mean...Piracy pays more, kerororo~" Was her honest to God answer. She'd go back and start the steering, likely hearing everyone else's answers. "Idn't it obvious tho? To do whatevuh we want." And of course her stomach would start to roll. Around this time she hadn't eaten anything yet and the green haired woman would feel her form hang over the wheel with a soft groan.
"Ahhh...a cook would do ahs some blahdee good.."
Genji Gincosu
PonderingPenguin
Steel Lapin
Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 3:39 pm
-------- Oh this was going to be fun! First time on the ship, first move she had made was to disturb that of a new crew mate. Maybe she had jumped into this too soon, making a large mistake. They were all pirates, why cause infighting? Of course, on the other hand, this was not the best start to her and Derek's relationship. She had put her foot at him, ready to strike him down no matter how big the guns were. She would have let it slide had he not said what he said. She was ready to apologize, but she glared at him. God the words that would have come out of her mouth had their leader not grabbed the both of them into a headlock. "Aye! Watch the hair! This is real!" She shouted, trying to free herself from the retard strength that was Guzma. She didn't believe there was much brains up there, but she did know the man had strength. For that, she kind of just sat there, locked in his ever powerful arms. She sighed, looking to Rana and Derek. Guess she would do all the talking from here or something. There was a lot to take in under an armpit you know? It wouldn't matter, she could just more or less go about her life here and figure out the things she needed to know. For now, Derek was a problem, one she would have to fix. Look at me, my names Derek and I have guns because I can't use my frail noodle arms to swing She thought to herself, staring at Derek's frail, noodle arms. It was sad, because Michelle was sure she couldn't use a gun worth s**t, but she was sure that the man was nothing without his weapons. A weapon was an extensions of oneself, but when you were your own weapon, you extended yourself. -------- It was sad that Michelle never got to see the exposed set of flesh Rena held her pistol in, but Michelle was still learning about herself and the world. IF she had seen the pistols hiding location, it would have broken some illusions that Michelle kept about the frog, on the other hand, Michelle was odd in her chastity. She looked to Rena whom seemed to fill with air with Guzma's actions. She looked up to Guzma then down to Rena. With a shrug, she waited in the headlock, watching as the frog did whatever she did. There it was, that tongue and how magical it was. The way it could do whatever with its distance and ferocity. It was cool, and she wondered if she could make a whip like that for her legs, extend her range or something like that. It was something she would have to build, or get someone to make for her. It sounded like a good idea, and next time they docked she would go look for a good sword or something to burn down into a nice set of heels. She needed new shoes anyway. These were new, sure, but these couldn't be used to fight. She wanted the good good! She wanted heels that looked just as good as when she walked and kicked them right into your chest. -------- Sometimes when Rena talked, Michelle would tune her out. It wasn't her fault, it was just the accent you know? It was just hard to understand her, but what wasn't hard to understand was the call of hunger. Rena was hungry for the call of adventure, for a call to the wild to do whatever she wanted, whenever. Michelle knew nothing of this. She was a pirate because she wanted to create and felt that having a boss under the marines would hinder her. She didn't want to be a merc because that sounded like work she didn't have time for. She looked to the question placed to crew and repeated the answer she would repeat to everyone. "I plan to make the worlds best wine" She said, rolling her head, pulling back and slipping from Guzma's grip. With that, she patted herself down and fixed her clothing. "Also, if you're hungry, i'm a chef, so i'll go make us something to eat" She said as she headed to below deck. She stopped, pausing at the door, turning and kicking her foot towards Derek. She winked, and was gone. Now, this would be a fun time to tell you that when Michelle got below deck, she would find a large set of food for them, but this was a newly stolen ship from a weaker crew. Michelle would only find a collection of vegetables, some small meats and bread. It is also nice to tell you that there was a set of wine, a dry white one. She saved some for herself, chopping the vegetables together, then boiling them for a nice stew, letting the meat simmer and then chopping the meat up and mixing the stew with the meat. It would also be nice to say the author of this fine tale had more to put, but he's tired so Michelle gathered up the created stew, some plates and the wine, headed to the top deck and placed the stew into bowls for them all to eat. "Enjoy" A smile on her face with the basics of food making. "We need to go get more food you know. There was nothing down there, so why not me and Rena go raid a town, take as much food as we can, add to the..."She paused. What was the name of their crew?"What's our name? Like the name of the crew ?" She asked confused. "Increase our funds" She said nodding, moving away from the name. Guzma would have one, but for now, they needed more money. "Unless you two wanna join in" Michelle said with a smile to both Derek and Guzma. -------- -------- ooc:
Seeing how someone decided to make their character react to everything in one instant making the timeline of things happening go out of order. Guzma didn't appreciate getting slapped by a tongue. "...girl you cruisin for a bruisin touch me with your tongue again" A challenge was set one that Guzma didn't mind accomplishing if she did slap him again. At least he was glad that they had someone who could actually sail the boat out, moving out away from the wheel letting Rana take control. It was a good thing too he would have crashed the ship against the docks if allowed to steer the ship. When Rana mentioned him having a bounty will be good enough if he is a shitty captain he snickered. "Any time any day. I ain't afraid of taking you on" Guzma would punch the palm of his fist proving his point. As he was taking out the pirates he heard both of these woman teasing him about calling them beautiful. Not only that he felt a wet tongue in the back of his ear, he had it enough with Rana thinking that she could be doing all of this without any fear of punishment. Seeing how she accepted him as captain he needed some god damn respect in this ship. Walking towards he put an arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I warned you" Guzma would say glaring right into her eyes. Both of his hands grabbed the edge of shirt....dress well whatever she was wearing and pulled it high up in the air. Essentially giving her a wedgie. Letting her go after doing so and walking back to the deck of the ship just in time to see someone come on board.
So the man was a gunsmith interesting. Guzma didn't use guns they weren't very up in your face and they did all the damage. No one feared a gunsmith they simply feared the weapon they made and that wasn't his style. However it sounded like the man could also make a few other things so he was going to be useful on board. "Good nice knowing you aren't useless" Giving a small nod before looking down to see Michelle complaining about being put in a headlock. "Oh really? Well best be careful with it then" Guzma would say letting her go it wasn't his intention to keep her in place for long just a few moments. Then once again Rana seemed to think making fun of the captain was the brightest thing to do. "I SWEAR TO GOD RANA!!" Guzma yelled grabbing her while she was laughing. Laying her stomach over his leg before slapping hear rear hard ten times before pushing her out of his lap. Huffing he looked away from them his face red from being laughed at. Allowing them to have their own conversations as the mentioned of food made his stomach growl. Of course he didn't say anything about him being hungry as a captain he was to show no weakness. However the same luck they had with someone navigating the ship it sounded like Michelle also knew how to cook. "See everyone is doing some good around here. AND WE ARE NOT PIRATES" Guzma would snap. He hated pirates. Of course his crew was an exception however he himself would never partake in pirate behavior. However he wasn't one to deny his crew from doing what they wanted to do. "If you three want to...you can go raid whatever town you want. I won't help you in the raiding but I'll stop any marines that try to get you" It was his duty as captain to protect them from marines. Then the name of the crew was brought up, which he had already come up with a name. "Its Team Skull I had already decided and that's that...if you want me I'll be taking nap" Guzma would say heading down in to the ship to get some sleep on a random room he had chosen for himself.
INDENT► This crew already had some chemistry, and he was the odd man out. Derek didn't mind though. He gave Guzma a half-hearted salute when he mentioned that at least he wasn't useless, and his loud and extreme refusal to accept the label of Pirate, despite the word being a perfect fit for his appearance. Still, being on a larger boat meant an easier time over all. Michelle also left to go cook food for the crew, which actually surprised Derek. She had skills besides kicking faces? And Rana liked to lick people, and was definitely a frog person. Now the question was, what to do himself? It no time at all, food was ready and she made an actual offer that made sense. "A raid sounds good. Captain doesn't seem to want to, but I am all in for a bit of theft and destruction. Rana and you can pick where. Also, stew is real good." He took his bowl and climbed, up into the crow's nest, and pulled out his rifle. He would use the scope as a replacement for binoculars, and enjoy the breeze. Derek found a crew, and when he wasn't directly around them, he would smile. There was some joy to be found among peers.
Cassius Was sailing idly, not aiming for anything except the West Blue really, but then, something caught his eye. A ship nearby, it was much bigger than his own. Maybe he could just take it? Or maybe he could make some new friends. He sailed as close as he could before sprawling out and climbing up the side of the ship, his new arm fit like a glove, good thing the infirmary had spares.
He had climbed up to the deck and looked around "Yo! I'm taking this ship as my own. Take it as a Marine Commandeering" he said, taking position away from the side of the ship, last thing he needed was to be knocked into water.
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Technique Name: Deep Sea Workout Description: Cassius was able to be trained in the art of combat while deep underwater. His entire muscle structure being used to throwing fast punches or kicks underwater. Due to this, he has gained an enhanced muscle usage, making it easy to lift large objects or break through thick materials, which would otherwise seem impossible, and gaining [+5] Strength while fighting on land. Passive.
Technique Name: Submerged Description: The user's body is used to deep sea diving, and the pressures that push onto his body, with it. Making his body more resilient to heavy hits and attacks, which makes knocking him back, down, or over much more difficult. [+5] Endurance Passive.
Technique Name: Weightless Air Description: Swimming for long distances underwater has trained the users movements under a weighted area. This increases his ability to run, jump, and move acrobatically while on land. Making feats like wall running for a short time, or catching himself during a fall, easier. [+5] Speed Passive.
ZOAN FORMS (When In Use) Default Form (+15 Strength, +10 Endurance) Full Form (+22 Strength, +15 Endurance), 4 posts Max Hybrid Form (+45 Strength, +30 Endurance), 2 posts Max
Ooc: It was the sadist in me that chose to wait forever before I put in subtitles for her busted a** accent.
"Lyneel, ouv tha Norf. (Lyneel, of the North.)" Spoke Rana once it all came down to it. Snapping her perfect wetsuit back to frame the body worth hugging. Walking a little crotchety after receiving possibly the second worst spanking of her life. It would have been even better except he just spanked her with too much respect in it. The recoil of his wrist and cupping grasp wasn't bad though the palms were a little rough on applying the majority of the pain. A pretty blush fell over her face and a stupid grin with a vision only the frog minkwoman would know. Small sounds of yelps and yipes and some swears and ugly cockney grits but in there the roll of cut-up notes. Yeeeeeoooowch! Dero-dero--gghpffffuuu---See now!~ Silly Guzzi, it'd sound a lot bettah foh' everywahn eef you was ah genius at slahppin. She'd have to critique him even after letting her tongue let loose to deliver a barrage of annoying slaps over his face, hair, floor, and wrap around the mast even at one point?! When it was over she would fall definitely not on her poor rump. Rubbing the backside even if it deducted grace in front of her peers. "Aughh....I knew it....yeh gots them women beatin meat claw hands...Proper Captain yeh are, hn?" A quick joke before she'd crabcrawl away like the skink she was till the time came back to now.
Since Michelle had so kindly brought up the discussion of business. She of course put in her input. Maybe it was her new outfit or haircolor, or that she was sober. Rana was liking her willingness to get down and get creative. A mischievous glint being sent from mossy eyes to Michelle's caramel toffees. Oho, so yeh been about tha profits. Good, good, like minds lead to faster progress."Waht a lahvly idea, Chickee. Course I'll go, how'se we goin' tah eat othawise? Maybe them proper rich'uns'll have all the 'gredients yeh need fohr this special wine you'se mentioned befahr." She'd hold onto Michelle to let her drag her limp a**, because her a** literally couldn't pop enough to walk or else she'd feel fire again from the throbbing.
Her tongue wrapping around the ankle of Derek now, as she'd lazily worm her way to his direction now after releasing Michelle. The long roll of tongue stretching back to being taut and tart. Laying on her stomach, resting over the clad of his boot. "Lyneel's had it longtime cahmin' wiff all it's buildings blahdee screamin ta get ransacked. And it's lax too, tah boot." Looking at his boot, she'd snicker to herself. An awarded pun and the frog mercenary would crawl to the nearest barrel. She just about pilfered a bag of flour to the right level of 'fluff' to sit when this random straggler came aboard. Her first thought was to again, whip out her pistol. Which of course she did with her tongue, aimed upside down like real thugs would do. Scrutiny. then a snarling chuff. Don't look like a friend of Derek 'ere.
"OI, GUZMAH!" Calling for one name but beckoning for the whole squad to prove their worth. If he hadn't already fallen victim to his nap, that is. Pistol pointing to the enemy like the indignant woman she was. "We've got tah stahrt buildin fences fohr weirdos like'm." Sixteen feet away but she'd lower her pistol only slightly while she'd adjust her bralette. "...Oi...a Marine? Dirteh liahr. Where's yo badge? C'mon let's see yo warrant. Chickee! Go read it, I can't read that good.."
-------- Ah today was going to be fun, aybe even a little bit extra. She could deal with that to be honest. She had made food for the team and asked them if they wanted to raid, and it all seemed to be going well, fine , just peachy, but the world had to tell her to open her eyes. "Thanks Boss! A raid sounds fine!" She stated, happy that she could get more money, as well as wine. She was dealing with a nice stash, but there was nothing more powerful than a large set of money. She could always use money! More! More! Guzma would stop any marines that came their way, which she gave a small snicker to. That would make him a pirate, no matter how much he hated them. For now, she just had to look as down for the cause as possible. Wine didn't make itself and if she could make the most wine with a big man protecting her, that was the best thing in the world. She could party and bullshit and it would be A-O-K!. Guzma went down to nap, Michelle looked to the other two and smiled. She had been complimented for her stew which made her smile brightly. She would make a note that Rena liked to be spanked, but who didn't? Wait...Nevermind. It seemed they were to go North, and Rena mentioned her ability and want to make wine. Her eyes grew wide! "We hit the biggest spot for the biggest wine!" SHe shouted with a jump and a giggle. She was prepared to go down to make more food when someone came aboard. -------- She paused. He had used the same words the other marine had used not so earlier. She stared, her body unmoving. She had been weaker last time and fled, but now...She held the stew in hand and looked to the man that had climbed aboard the ship. Her hands shook, her eyes wide and scared. Would she run again? She hadn't even heard Rena say anything, just the words of the marine had come straight into her head and washed over her like a wave. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She yelled with a ferocity as she picked the stew she had, threw it to lighten her weight and charged the man. It was a blind rage, something she seemed to have no control over. "From the rear! Take aim!" She shouted in her mad dash, stopping, gathering the energy in her foot as she kicked forward, aiming to dig her heel into the mans chest. She hoped the shot would come first so that she could catch him off guard, but she wasn't doing this again. She wasn't running! She should drink more, it would put her in a better headset for this, but he had stew coming at him, and her kick. She had no time to hear out the marines if they were going to stop her from getting her wine! -------- -------- -------- ooc:
Acc is 5, so if the stew does hit you that's like 1 damage I think? The kick on the other hand does just about 1 damage as well I think? If you block it.
Technique Name: Way of the Leg Style [WLG] Description: Due to being a chef, Michelle only fights with her legs. She has adapted a set of kicks diverse to herself and her parts in order to keep an opponent on her toes. Due to this, her attack is increased by +5 Requirements: Be Michelle G. Sonto Point Cost: Passive starting Technique.
Technique Name: Winecraft Description: Michelle's greatest dream in life is to create the best wine in the world. In order to do so, she must start slow. compiling different sets of wine to make the best one. This passive ability allows Michelle to start creating different types of wine that follow under the listing of Basic Intermediate and Expert, giving the wines different sets and abilities based on their tier. [All Wines must be made as customs.] This ability gives Michelle +5 Int Requirements: Be Michelle G. Sonto Point Cost: Passive Starting Technique
It was hard to keep a straight face when the person you were just beating their a**, quite literally, starts to make jokes about it. His lip quivering as he tried to prevent a smile from forming in his face. "You're a weird one Rana..." Guzma would say putting his hand at his cheeks covering a small reddish tint and wiping away the slobber from her tongue slapping. He needed to formulate a plan of how to deal with this frog woman who seemed to enjoy getting smacked. That is when he woke up after his well deserved nap. Running around beating up pirates was very tiring it, while he tried his best to not show any weakness in front of his crew. Guzma was still a human and got tired. He didn't even get any stew that Michelle had made. Before he could go to snoozeville the sound of Rana yelling would keep him awake. Seemed like they had an intruder on the ship, maybe one of the pirates he had kicked out from this ship. Well he wasn't happy to stay awake but if his crew was calling for him that meant they needed help.
While he was in no particular hurry he didn't waste any time getting his shirt back on. Walking to the deck of the ship just in time to see Michelle throwing soap at someone, guess he wasn't going to get a single serving. Looking over to Rana he would quickly ask, "So what's happening?" While he could see that his crew was fighting what looked like a fishman marine, he wanted to know the whole story. Guzma however wasn't one to stand idly by when his crew was fighting someone whether the person had a good reason to be on the ship or not. "You got only moments to leave the ship before I throw you out" Guzma would say as he started to walk menacingly towards the fishman.
INDENT► Resting comfortably in the Crow's Nest, Derek didn't notice that some had boarded, until Michelle decided it was pertinent to start screaming. He peaked over, since he was supposed to be on lookout for larger ships on the horizon, to sea a...man shark? Odd. Fishman clearly, didn't see many that looked like sharks though. His fins would do good in a soup though. Derek considered making a cooking comment, but that was the chef's job to make food puns. Instead, he would adjust himself to take aim at the Fishman, who bore a marine badge. Out here on his own? Idiotic. Guzma decided it was pertinent to...not be aggressive. Well. Derek was honestly surprised. Rana also wasn't getting all gun ho just yet. Not quite a team of pirates just yet it seemed, but Derek would keep an eye on the Fishman. He would unload a volley of rounds the moment his captain decided to start throwing blows.
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