Standing there puzzled as the young fishman walked toward him, cool and calm as ever with his hands in his pockets. The fact that this marine could deduce his identity so quickly enraged him beyond belief, and the fact that he was so young. As the marine moved in for the arrest his last sentiment would be cut off. "Don't make me hurt yo-" With a flash of blinding light Thaddeus would send 3 of his vanilla slugs straight for the fishman's chest and both of his knee caps attempting to catch him off guard. What the young boy didn't know what that he was running down on a career criminal, looking for an opportunity to strike he'd take it. Through the thick clouds of gun smoke you could here Thaddeus' scream...
It was unknown to him if he'd struck the fishman or not, it was hard to tell, but just like the coward he was he wouldn't stay to find out, running back 10 feet Thaddeus took over behind the elongated table he'd been eating on earlier, The scope in his arm emerging from his left forearm, his light gun in one hand his shotgun in another.
"So bartender, now you know I'm a pirate. What will you do now?!"
He said looking back 30 ft distance the room spanned. Cocking back the barrel to his shotgun more vanilla bullet loaded into it, had it moving back and forth from where the tiny fishman previously was, or may currently be to where Nima stood in the doorway really unsure of whom to trust. The way he saw it the fishman knew way too much and it was way too convenient for him to be here he figured someone might have set him up. One of his main suspects of course the undead woman, because the 2 were such good friends already.
"The way I see it, we deal with this ******** quick, then join in on all the action in Torino I want my own piece of this so called Isle of Treasure. Or you can turn me in, for not even a 3rd of the beli to be claimed here. You just let me know girly."
At this point he was distrusting of everyone. The room had become a mexican stand off, with the Shootist ready to blow holes in all of his poker tables if it got hectic enough. And here he was trying to keep his cool.
Item: Vanilla Extract Bullets Description: Made from the extract of poisonous venom of Vanilla turtles Thaddeus places the poison in the bullets of his weapons. 1 post after the poison is injected into the blood stream, the poison drops the victim's Acc by -5 points and lasts for 3 posts before the poison wears off. Causing the victim to see everything around them spinning become discombobulated and nauseous, In the event that the victims Acc reaches 0 before the poison wears off, they will become so nauseous that they vomit uncontrollably for 1 more full post.
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illusorry
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Bullet 2
Bullet 1
Straight Shooter
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Bullet 1
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2017 6:03 am
Would Merlin stop talking? No. Like all things, retrieving guns would take time. These guns had not always been present in his hands, as well if they were to aim them took time as well. Not a lot mind you, but enough for someone like Merlin. Using guns for close combat was such a meaningless thing. What had the young Fishman done in this instance, he knocked the man's arm aside with a hand of his own. All things considered, Thaddeus still had to retrieve his gun and he still had to aim it at the child. And he still had to pull the trigger. It was at the aim portion that Merlin's hand would fly out and disregard his potential for an accurate shot. His small feet barely brushed against the floor, his body tearing through the smoke like a bullet. With ease he would follow behind Thaddeus. Coming to a silent halt behind the man with a hand placed on his hip. He had heard the woman, but he didn't bother to respond just yet. He would let the two speak their peace before he continued.
"The ship is mine, so is de' Pirate. But y'can be undah arrest too if ya'd like." His voice lingered behind Thaddeus, of course his eyes were on him. Guns and bullets, those things superseded power. Pain, destruction and infliction were all suitable things. Nevertheless, his right leg would flare out to strike the man from behind, a blazing flurry of power and speed he dare not feel his body motion toward. This multitude of personalities in one place was an issue, he'd have to take one of them out as quickly as possible or this would turn into another Lyneel incident. Of course if at anytime Thaddeus decided to turn around on the young boy and take a shot, Merlin would be forced to send the man flailing a lot sooner than expected.
PWR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin, Michelle, Thaddeusxxx▐「 WORDS 」583 xxx▐「 OOC 」HP 155/155xxx
Nima wasted very little time in taking action after the miniature man had made his first move, Thaddeus being backed into a corner wasn't beneficial to her seeing as his only line of offense were those toy guns he carried about his person. While the two others were beginning to face off Nima was quick to interject herself, her long stride meant breaching the gap between herself and her opponent was easily accomplished. Her exposed blade came swooping in wide from the right in an attempt to corral her opponent away from the marksman and create some distance for the two to work with. "Lucky for you the yonko recommended I stick around you, I don't want to go pissing off somebody who could kill me with his aura alone." she explained simply to the man, making haste with her commentary as it seemed the two of them would have a fight on their hands shortly. Surprisingly the little s**t they were dealing with was pretty nimble for his size, able to get so close to the gunslinger in such a short amount of time, and even disarm him rather effortlessly in that time as well. Nima probably could've factored in that Thaddeus was currently experiencing a little chest pain from his run in with the yonko however she decided to overestimated her opponent as opposed to underestimating him. It could end up being a mistake to do so, fairly often there was more than met the eye to someone.
Preparing her weapon for another strike Nima held the blade in both of her hands, pointing the tip toward the little marine and narrowing her gaze. He was a cocky midget that much was certain, he seemed to be overly confident in his abilities which was beginning to annoy the mercenary. Nima wasn't really the type to appreciate being undermined by someone else, especially not someone so incredibly tiny. "We can do this the easy way, or the fun way. Either you get off our boat and back to wherever it is you came from, or I'll be forcing you off the vessel at the point of my sword." she cautioned her opponent one final time, wanting to give the petite marshmallow one last out before finalizing any kind of disastrous duel which was about to befall the trio. Nima wasn't sure how she felt about beating on such a small creature, however if her second warning was ignored she'd likely have no choice but to start getting reckless and dangerous. Her offer extended to more than just the marine as well, she was giving an out to the other woman on board as well as Thaddeus if he wasn't up for any confrontation. She had promised the yonko that she'd stick around the shady pirate until the met up again, thanks to this Nima would need to begrudgingly care after the fool while she was alongside him and he wasn't exactly in top shape at the moment after his run in with the yonko previously. She wasn't sure what he could do for her exactly in this state, perhaps she would end up being better off on her own that with an injured marksman at her back. In her case Nima was already dead so she had high doubts it could get much worse for her, she didn't feel pain and was a lot harder to kill than your average humanoid for obvious reasons so death wasn't exactly something she feared anymore.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2017 2:07 am
--------This had been nothing more than a big mistake. She should have either talked more to the Yonko or made her way somewhere else. What had she done to deserve this? Why? Ok but why though? A kid with the power of a titan, and a boss with no balls. She should have followed someone else. On the way out there was a woman with flowing golden hair, attractive, long and full of wonder. Maybe she would have been someone better to talk with, but this...No. This was not worth it, and she knew in her heart if she left here, she would be hunted. There was no way that she could leave this ship without choosing a side. If she picked the marines, well she would be branded a traitor and have every single pirate at her head. Her mind flashed with the sight of the Yonko and his power. Would she be obliterated due to his power if she betrayed the pirate? On the other hand, if she jumped the marine, she would have every god damn marine on the planet looking for her. She could roll the dice, but she could also say ******** that. This was her life, fear! She didn't want to make any decisions, except to leave. If she picked no one it would all work out right? She would convince herself of this, no she would convince herself of this. Yes, this is what she would convince herself of until the damn table hit the door, blocking her from leaving. Seriously!? She thought to herself, looking to this demon of a child. Who had birthed this? Who had created this satan spawn? Nope, she was not here to be tossed and turned. Maybe she could be a side girl...Yeah. Was the Yonko still around? Could she still go back and ask? Whatever the case was, this was not the situation she wanted to be in. At-least for her troubles, she would get the mans name. Thaddeus? She would remember that. Yes, that was the way to start this out. If she knew the name Thaddeus, she could run a smear campaign or something, use his face, or name? Could she cause trouble? Maybe if she dyed her hair red and wore a patch...Nah she didn't have the cunning for that. -------- The kid continued to throw, and fling and rant, which Michelle could only take so much of. She wasn't going to attack the kid, she wasn't going back to jail like this. IF they were free to go, why not go? Why? Thaddeus could buy another ship right? He was a captain, big boss! Why care about one ship when you could take thousands? Was that not the pirate way? She would not dwell on anymore psychology or philosophy, she wanted wine and a peaceful life, which she knew she would never get. For now, she would wait behind the cover of the table she had once dove away from. She watched, debating, waiting. The marine didn't want to help Thaddeus, and man, Michelle could only wonder why. All she did was wait. She would be out soon, one way or another. If the marine beat up Thaddeus, then she could just make her way out, but what if Thaddeus won? She would take him down. All she had to do was just sit and wait, listening back and forth to what the pirate and marine had to say. There was too much, and then the door was opened by a kick. A woman stood in the doorway, and she didn't even give another thought to it. The moment the woman even moved from the door, Michelle lept. She was gone and out of this place. She would find what she needed out in the world. There had to be wine somewhere else. ooc: Exit 640 words
With his arm being parried off to the side Thaddues would fire 3 shots off target, no matter he'd already be mid sprint when he would realize this, The young blackheart was fast no bout but he was untrained and undisciplined Thaddeus would be well aware that he was behind him as he leaned over from behind the table, he could hear his tiny feet with each step he took, instinctively as Merlin's feet would plant behind him the ginger marksmen would leap forward about 3 feet. Clearing the table he was hiding behind, landing on his shoulder he would roll for another 2 feet perhaps before turning and facing Merlin, whose kick shattered the hard mahogany table he'd previously tried to use for cover. Now with their placement reverse Thaddeus' back was no longer against the wall, It was now the marine who would find himself cornered. Perhaps Nima noticed this which was why she went in for an attack, her long legs clearing the 5 foot distance between The 2 eye patched combatants. Thaddeus knew that this kid was a freak, he knew he couldn't leave Nima out to dry, slinging his shotgun over his shoulder Thaddeus would look back aiming both his light gun and his left hand toward the marine Thaddeus would fire his light pistol. While he was well aware of the effect Thaddeus was now behind Nima, so long as she wasn't staring directly at his line of fire the integrated flash would have no effect on here, especially if her attention was on Merlin. Using his head Thaddeus had fired at the exact moment of Nima's first swing attempt. Rather then sneak Merlin as he tried earlier he was offering cover fire to Nima. He expected the marine to try and counter her attack as well. Thaddeus' blinding light ought to put a stop to that.
"..."
Caught in the moment the ginger had no words, the time for words was well passed them now. But Nima had just jumped into the fray she was entitled to here monologue, She didn't get much screen time... with her clothes on at least. With a hop step Thaddeus would reach out to the undead woman pulling her by her arm over to him. If they were going to win they'd have to work as a well oiled machine. With his new dance partner within his grasp Thaddeus would take his left arm, the turret inside of his wrist extending outward. His left would be his lead arm. His right firmly clutching his light pistol and hugging Nima's waist. Moving in closer he would whisper
"It's my first time."
An amateur ballroom dancer Thaddeus would put the dance floor to good use. It was unknown when he'd thought about dancing but If he were going to go out he was going to do it extravagantly, and the ginger had no intention of getting caught here. While Merlin's movements might have been completely liberal through out all this time as soon as the pair would get there footwork down Thaddeus began taking the lead in the tango cha cha-ing throughout the room His built turret continuously firing vanilla slugs at the marine even with all his speed could he successfully navigate a hail of slugs? Thaddeus' plan was to force him to keep his distance while at the same time trying to get him, his arm scope aimed firmly toward the young fishman.
"While this may be a little over the top even for m- me..."
Thaddeus would said shuffling his feet and throwing his petite little hips in a circle. Unfortunately he wouldn't continue his speech he was much too invested in the fight, Dancing while actively trying to mow down a young Usain Bolt was by no means an easy feat, but it wasn't impossible. As Thaddeus' onslaught would blow massive holes through anything he hit his brand new floating bar would be riddled with tennis ball sized holes, Continuing their moment of passion Thaddeus' footsteps would follow that of merlin's his one good eye and arm scope trying to tail him as Thaddeus' expected he'd try and out maneuver.
Weapons Left - The arm rotates inward and the wrist opens like a door hinge. The opened arm can be used to shoot a cannonball or other large ammunition at a power of their Accuracy [+10]. This part utilizes the user's left forearm, the wrist, the palm and the backhand of the left hand and takes [2] Cola Fuel Points each use.
Item: Vanilla Extract Bullets Description: Made from the extract of poisonous venom of Vanilla turtles Thaddeus places the poison in the bullets of his weapons. 1 post after the poison is injected into the blood stream, the poison drops the victim's Acc by -5 points and lasts for 3 posts before the poison wears off. Causing the victim to see everything around them spinning become discombobulated and nauseous, In the event that the victims Acc reaches 0 before the poison wears off, they will become so nauseous that they vomit uncontrollably for 1 more full post.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2017 7:56 pm
An unexpected change of events, he would suppose, that Thaddeus had evaded him. Surely it was his own fault for waiting too long to strike. Allowing the exchange of words. Nevertheless, he was prepared for anything. The secret of Thaddeus' guns had already been told, the flashes of supposed blinding light from his misaligned shots earlier. However, his greatest flaw was his lack of battle tactics. Merlin was a rather small individual, and his opponent Nima was rather large. In short, he was hidden behind her form, and Thaddeus had positioned himself poorly in the wake of Nima. Regardless, she was far too slow for the fanatical beast Merlin. At least, in this situation he was the beast. Hands concealed within his pockets, he would spin swiftly toward the blade. The small child shuffling under it and bypassing its abrupt edge with the bend of his knees. Rotating outward toward the wall so his momentum could be transferred His turn was completed in three steps, in less than a second. The light flash would strike Merlin's back and the bullet would miss its mark as he was now shadowed behind Nima whose attack had been lacking. With a hard push from his legs he would send his knees into her exposed side, underneath her swinging arm, launching her at the orange haired male who lingered in the back drop if she had no way to halt or stop his hastened onslaught.
Thaddeus' Dance? Cancelled, as he dared to approach the woman who would undoubtedly be a burden onto his form. Pressed like a rag doll to each other, clinging with their might. Merlin's feet would strike the ground, a chorus of pitter patter much like rain as he rushed the collapsed duo. This was no time for games and speeches, they weren't just going to talk to him however they liked. Because, despite their angst and gusto, he could feel he had the edge. His Black heart was howling for victory.
"Shaddup!"
PWR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin, Michelle, Thaddeusxxx▐「 WORDS 」488 xxx▐「 OOC 」HP 72/155xxx
The reaction time coupled with the speed of the small bodied amphibian left Nima surprised, with little time to counter the onslaught the small bundle of fury brought with him. The dodging and weaving through the duos attacks were seamless, the knees that shot into the right side of her torso was brought with enough force to send her flying off her feet. Nima haphazardly went for a counterattack against the small marine, turning her body and swinging her blade downward as the impact took place. Even if the slash missed her target the blade was still sent downward with enough force to help halt her. Instead of Nima's large body being sent like a rag doll toward Thaddeus the blade that pierced the deck only had her slide a few feet before she stopped in place, both keeping from barreling into Thaddeus and stopping him from grabbing on to her- a foolish mistake he almost made. Merlin would likely be feeling it too, the annoying pain at his knees after connecting with the nearly five thousand degree humanoid at this point in time. Being close to Nima or making/holding contact with her was now extremely dangerous to all.
The mercenary took a few moments to recover from the attack on her person, she was already dead and had lost all ability to feel or fear pain however even she could tell by a swift clasp upon her side that some serious damage had been done. She likely had a few broken ribs, and some massive bruising to take care of later. However she could fight through it all, a perk of no longer being one with the living meant she could handle a vast amount of punishment before she would finally collapse- that time was not yet here. "You're tough- if I still had blood pumping through my veins I'm sure I'd be vomiting it up all over the ship right now." she mused with a wicked smile, it seemed things just got incredibly more interesting. Nima was excited to be facing off against such a strong and worthy opponent, she only hoped she could show this enemy a good fight in the long run. Nima reached her feet once more, effortlessly and seemingly unshaken by the earlier assault. With her blade at the ready she recklessly charged forward to meet her challenger once more, both of them rushing without hesitation into the fray. This time however when she broke the gap between herself and Merlin she attempted a pincer movement. Swiping left with her katana while her left leg came crashing down like a flaming hot whip toward his right. In an attempt to corral her opponent either backward or upward giving Thaddeus a chance at a preemptive strike in the sky of in the back with his weapon of choice. Perhaps they could force their enemy into a corner using numbers instead of skill.
With a hop step the ginger marksmen would reach out toward the undead woman. His hand feeling the intense warmed coming off her body, reacting quickly he would spin on his heels evading his so called dance partner. Steadying himself in a firing position Thaddeus would catch the gruesome scent of burning flesh. With the pitter patter of Merlin approaching he'd yet figure out what a debilitating injury 4th degree burns to his knees. However with his medical experience Thaddeus knew. With his shotgun already loaded he pointed it toward the sound of running. With his arm scope fixed on the marine child. Pulling the trigger he attempted to have child run off course. Whatever the case 5 thousand degree Nima would be back on his trail taking a hard left approach. Understanding the struggle of having one eye Thaddeus would take the hard right the duo crossing each other as they ran. Again covering Nima's movements Thaddeus would hop back 6 feet from Merlin's right, firing at him from an angle as not to catch Nima in a crossfire. After the attack he would fall back 3 more feet, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a vile of Rumble powder, huffing it he would jerk violently before coming back to his senses.
"Why are you acknowledging him kicking the s**t outta us, ******** stab him or something! "
He would shout, now fully aware that the child was some sort of supernatural entity, same as his undead bartender. But he had no idea about the ability Nima possessed. Being able to emit such a high amount of heat, She was way hotter then 140 degrees for a simple burn, in fact Nima was way hotter then the 162 degree muscle destruction marker. If Thaddeus had touched her, his skin would have been burned to the bone, but as per his medical experience he could tell that Merlin's knees would be in bad shape. The tendons allowing him to stay standing and sprint would be charred and severed. However Nima could be better too, that knee to the ribs could stir up a whole lot of trouble for her internals, if she still even needed them, not only that but the bones could emerge from her skin causing her wound to get infect and rot past what she'd already decomposed to.
"This kid...Some sort of freak."
He would say cocking his shotgun. Aiming at the boy's legs he would attempt to blow away whatever was left of the charred flesh that was the Marine's right knee cap, aiming specifically not to catch his undead accomplice in the crossfire. After firing Thaddeus would keep his aim steady, covering himself as he would drop back 5-10-15 feet across the hull of his ship.
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Light Gun 2
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 11:54 am
Warm to the touch, she was a fruit user yeah. He could tell by the stitching along her body parts that she was crafted from automated life. If he hadn't been pulled together by a better kind of scientist he probably would have stitches much like those. Happy to say, Merlin was no zombie. And this heat, was no pain. Sadly, this woman's mastery of her fruit may be greatly exaggerated in her own eyes. Being undead often robbed one of logical senses. These things aside, Merlin had a grasp on the situation at hand. How one was attempting to offer cover for the other. The evasive maneuvers of Thaddeus were well noted, and Merlin adjusted his rounding pattern to suit that, His evasion around Nima counter acting those of Thaddeus. The two opposing forces that were facing each other would send themselves about the Zombie in a circle. Angling himself that for Nima to attack again, her back would be to Thaddeus. Not only that, but beyond the sway of her bladed downfall to halt her movement. Merlin's run carried him left in a slight roundabout manner, Thaddeus' first shot aimed for the pitter patter of feet would be halted. Lest his goal was to blast directly through his Zombie friend, well more power to him were that the case. Merlin wasn't here to protect a Pirate.
"Yous'e a clown!!" He was glaring at Nima, but the haughty shout was meant for none other than Thaddeus. Peripheral vision was a beautiful thing as Thaddeus continue to motion about in an attempt to strike Merlin the small child made split decisions to cover himself using the woman's body. What exactly did this mean? He could not leave himself exposed to a brutal assault. She would strike with her leg from his right, her blade from his left and the small fishman would make the conscious decision to go directly through the woman he was fighting. Well, not literally through, his speed hastened it was like watching pages in a book flipping endlessly. The child would leap between the assaults that Nima had launched toward her right side. Another knee planted firmly into the same area he had struck before, looking to maybe cause an awful bruise she could not recover from. Broken bones? Maybe, but things like that didn't really deter a zombie did it. His small frame again hidden by the thicker figure of one Nima, her maturity being a constant asset to the small boy. Since Thaddeus had retreated six feet during this mutual exchange he undoubtedly would have prepared for his shot around the time the two clashed.
Merlin took mental note of the man's position during his first evasion and continuously kept an eye out for his shuffling movements. Whilst being unable to deduce all of his actions, knowing the gist of where the man stood gave Merlin all he needed to craft a living shield. Gunners were much better from far range at high vantage points, no? In any case, as Merlin would fall to the left, Nima's right, he would retrieve the blade from her grasp if she were incapable of stopping him from taking it from her. His left hand had gripped her right arm during the tireless charge. Falling away he already knew she lacked the strength to resist her, grappling the blade from her grasps would be a simplistic manner. His legs shoving the women powerfully in Thaddeus' direction. If he wanted to fire again without positioning himself again than more power to him. He could tear through every portion of her if he so felt.
PWR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
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illusorry
Don't try and oversell this heat. Without techs you're just a Warm Body.
Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 6:38 pm
▐「 COMPANY 」Merlin, Thaddeusxxx▐「 WORDS 」532 xxx▐「 OOC 」HP 001/155xxx
"Give respect when respect is due." she retorted, Thaddeus seemed to have little in the way of respect, but when one was faced with such an overwhelming obstacle it was hard not to appreciate it. Perhaps Nima was just a little crazy in this manner, that she would acknowledge someone that was her superior- it likely wasn't something an average pirate had the ability to do however the ghoulish woman never believed herself a pirate nor a criminal, just someone trying to make ends meet. The petite marine was proving to be far too big of a challenge for someone of Nima's caliber, perhaps she had gotten rusty ever since her reanimation took place. Currently she realized she was little match for the tiny titanic force in front of her. This realization did little to stop her approach and impending attack upon the marine, which proved to be a fatal mistake. As her leg and sword came swinging inward the sheer speed and velocity behind the little creature was too great for her own ability to stand a chance against. His small body weaving and contorting through any attack, before she knew it his small figure was on her right side once again. His body connecting with the previous mark he had left behind, another heavy crunch against her right side cause her to take a knee from the force of the blow. Her arm as limp and lifeless as it were meant to be as Merlin snaked the weapon she carried away from her fingers. Managing to toss her forward into Thaddeus' line of fire with very little effort behind it.
As much as Nima willed her body to move it seemed unresponsive to all her commands. She couldn't feel a thing as was normal for her however she could tell the unresponsiveness was due to the heaviness of her body. The way her visioned tunneled in and out of blackness gave way to the fact that she was struggling to maintain consciousness after the vigorous onslaught of the mini marine. "Gah.. he's go-ood..." she groaned, nearly inaudible as her figure hit the cool wooden surface of the deck below. Her body lay there immobile, a barely conscious Nima fighting tooth and nail to keep her eyes from closing. If she were to be dispatched with such precision and haste she wondered just what little chance her so-called partner carried with him. Some good it did to listen to the advice of a yonko and stay by the side of this insufferable six-shooter. All she seemed to be gaining from any of this was a one way ticket to the slammer courtesy of Dekura and Thaddeus, perhaps she should've sat back and let the marine handle his business before she went gung-ho in an attempt to take down the opposition. The vast amounts of heat being emitted from her body and skin seemed to slowly but surely dwindle until her temperature was more befitting of an animated undead creature. Her form so still that some might've believed the corpse had managed to be killed a second time. However upon closer inspection they would be met with a body barely hanging on.
With his weapon at the aim Thaddeus had managed to steer the young marine off course. His arm scope following him, while his good eye watched the superboy dance between Nima's giant legs trying to hide his miniature frame between the 9 foot tall frame of the bartender, she towered over Thaddeus and in turn Thaddeus towered over this marine child, standing at far right angle Thaddeus had placed himself this way by his own accord knowing full well the range of his weapon without hesitation Thaddeus would continue to fire. The extent of his buckshot striking the child as his knee would fly into the undead woman.
Now with Nima keeled over Thaddeus knew she was done for, at least she came back for him, he would remember her as a true companion. Watching the marine seeming boot his Nakama in his direction perhaps the rumble powder was getting to him thankfully, Thaddeus would have already fallen back 9 feet. The young marine didn't have enough skill to launch her into him at such an angle.
"This kid...Some sort of freak."
He would say cocking his shotgun. Aiming at the boy's legs he would attempt to blow away whatever was left of the flesh that was the Marine's right knee cap, aiming specifically not to catch his undead accomplice in the crossfire. His bullet smacking the boy from his 9 foot distance, not staying to watch the outcome Thaddeus had already dropped back 15 feet successfully reaching the other side of the hull. Lasso and rifle in hand Thaddeus would exit the undercarriage of the ship and find his way above deck, immediately after crossing the doorway to the hull Thaddeus would tap into his devil fruit ability awakening his trajectory point, use his rope and lasso it, catching one of the mizzen top sail, Swinging his way up onto it, A change of scenery never hurt anybody.
"Blackheart, answer me this. How do you know who I am?"
He would ask sling his rope over his shoulder. Sitting on the framing of his sail Thaddeus would be 10 feet above the deck of his massive ship. Waiting for the boy to show himself Thaddeus would transform his hand into a cannon, a canon ball loaded into it, looking down toward the previous mentioned doorway he would fire at it causing a small scale explosion wood falling in on it's self. Merlin first had to lick his wounds, then chase Thaddeus after his 24 foot head start. Now with the marksmen moving ahead Merlin would have to catch up.
Weapons Left - The arm rotates inward and the wrist opens like a door hinge. The opened arm can be used to shoot a cannonball or other large ammunition at a power of their Accuracy [+10]. This part utilizes the user's left forearm, the wrist, the palm and the backhand of the left hand and takes [2] Cola Fuel Points each use.
Focus Point: Trajectory Description: Using his increased knowledge the Hito Hito man can now see the flight path of any projectile he fires, giving him the ability to make pinpoint shots giving him +10 acc for 3 posts. Requirements: Must have the Hito Hito no mi, Must have 100,000 exp, Must be a Marksmen, Must use Rumble Powder
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Posted: Thu Mar 02, 2017 11:48 pm
Thaddeus was a fool, but therein lied his mistake. His first shot would strike Nima's left side. The bullet meant for the young child of the sea would miss its mark. How so? Well, because Merlin was shielded by Nima. Thaddeus had retreated toward Merlin's right side, and Merlin had assaulted the exposed region of Nima's right side. This meant that Merlin's assault was on the opposing side of Nima that Thaddeus stood. And with her left leg being raised, it was almost like the child was cradled, coated from view. The range of his weapon was not the issue, it was the fact he didn't have a clear shot. In any case, he was not shot and perfectly fine in all aspects. Because the imbecile with red hair made no other motions, continued fire would only pelt his partner. Poor form, to treat a companion in such a manner.
Nima's blade now within the small boys grasps and her body headed for Thaddeus. Merlin was going to make this quick. He brandished the blade and took off at a break neck speed. His strength modified by his swiftness allowed him to cross fifteen feet rather swiftly. His feet brushed from the ground, like a bolt he would strike the ceiling of the casino like room before bounding back downward and beyond the door. All limbs in tact, and body faster than Thaddeus could hope to escape. Perhaps there would have been a time Thaddeus could escape the small child, but now was not that time. The blade flourished and tore through the edge of the lassoed rope as it was brought to light. Merlin cleared distances swifter than the man could, and atop that there was no magical way to lasso something and swing up to it without appropriate force. Again, Thaddeus did nothing to project this force, he simply expected it to happen. A climb made more sense, anything made more sense than expecting to swing up because your lasso landed.
"Anutha move and ya'gonna have a bad time bub." Of course, Thaddeus' end was only a blade slash away, he overestimated his ability to perform actions. He overestimated his own mobility, but most of all he was illogical in the execution of his attacks. He was outclassed in every area, relying on the slums of terrorism to grant him an edge.
PWR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
There was psychically no way for a man to teleport 24 feet, even for a speedster like Merlin. Thaddeus flung his Lasso around his Mizzen Top sail, It was at this time the boy would fly across his line of sight, attempting to slice the rope, however items could not be broken without a weapon breaking technique, due to his lack of experience the young marine would fail the simple task of slicing a rope. His eyes following the boy as he talked s**t. Taking this time to fire off a round Thaddeus' target the rotating gear of his top sail. Now with the sail swinging Thaddeus' would be flung in the opposing direction of Merlin, soaring through the air like Jack Sparrow. 270 degrees Thaddeus' boots would land hard against the wooden frame of his sail.
"Blackheart, answer me this. How do you know who I am?"
He would ask sling his rope over his shoulder. Sitting on the framing of his sail Thaddeus would be 10 feet above the deck of his massive ship. Waiting for the boy to show himself Thaddeus would transform his hand into a cannon, a canon ball loaded into it, looking down toward the previous mentioned doorway he would fire at it causing a small scale explosion wood falling in on it's self, Atleast Nima could remain some element of safe down there, even though he shot at her. Readying his light gun Thaddeus would then begin spraying shots in a singular pattern. He would keep the boy running with this 1 shot aimed toward his back, Thaddeus' arm scope focused in on him, another shot aimed for his left leg, his final shot aimed for his chest. Merlin would soon realize that the fight would go completely different if Thaddeus had the high ground.
"I don't believe your the one I'm looking for, but If I take you down. Surely the real Blackheart will come looking for his next of kin. It's a long story. Eeh, We've got some time on our hands, we could take 5 real quick, get some water, get some energy back into us, and we'll pick it up where he left off, how's that sound?"
He would ask in between shots.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 11:38 pm
Thaddeus had misinterpreted again, Merlin did not attack as Thaddeus went to lasso the rope. No, he had attacked when it was brought to light, as it was first retrieved. Moments prior to it being given a target and shooting upwards. Merlin did not wait for the man to throw the rope, he had tried to divide it as soon as possible. Still, it seemed that was a bit too much to ask of Nima's sword. Never matter.
*Grab* Of course, Merlin had made a small miscalculation, the rope was much stronger than he had anticipated. Perhaps this sword was not quite as hearty as he was lead to believe. Regardless, Thaddeus had made an error, he waited to perform his actions. One could not aim at the top sail of a boat without looking at it, however Thaddeus had decided to eye Merlin during his speech. Alas, Merlin would grasp onto Thaddeus before that speech after a brief moment's realization of the rope's folly. As the top sail broke and Thaddeus attempted to draw himself upward, Merlin would snatch the man back down by his legs, crashing him into the deck below, a blade sweeping swiftly to carve into his exposed left side, the blade within Merlin's right hand his left throbbing as he snatched the grasp Thaddeus had on the rope. With Thaddeus being an absurd amount weaker than Merlin there would be nothing he could do to stop the grapple or the pull. Because he waited to try and escape. Even if he hadn't waited, the time between Merlin's initial assault and the brevity it took to grasp Thaddeus was far too short.
Merlin's left arm held tightly to Thaddeus' left leg before, during and after the swipe. Should the man try anything else, he would undoubtedly be met with that much more punishment. He was too slow to stop Merlin, and too weak to overpower him. Any hand that tried to aim a gun would be removed from his person, indefinitely.
PWR 145 || SPD 175 || END 95 || ACC 00 || INT 00 DEX 60 || HP 324 || SPI 80
We'd already been through this, Thaddeus' rope would have been around the top sail before Merlin could stop him, that was the thing about distance. Just as Thaddeus' said he watched the marine fail in attempts to stop him, since Merlin had no longer spoke, there'd been nothing for Thaddeus' to wait for. You simply couldn't just change the course of history without repercussion. Shooting the rotating gear Thaddues would swing up and away before Merlin's short stubby hands could reach him. Continuing with his actions Thaddeus would end back up on the top sail, untouched.
"I don't believe your the one I'm looking for, but If I take you down. Surely the real Blackheart will come looking for his next of kin. It's a long story. Eeh, We've got some time on our hands, we could take 5 real quick, get some water, get some energy back into us, and we'll pick it up where he left off, how's that sound?"
Thaddeus would ask between shots of his light gun, aiming his handcannon Thaddeus would line it up, Shooting 2 cannon balls down toward the small marine child attempting to blow huge holes in the child. Thaddeus would move, running across the Top sail to get better angles. He cared not if he destroyed his own ship, he just wanted this parasite off. With his arm scope aimed steadily for the child Thaddeus' cannons would rain down from his 10 foot vantage point.
Now after his barrage he had a moment to himself, roping himself upwards Thaddeus would climb up to his royal sail, 5 feet higher his eye focused on the child while his arm scope followed.
