La Dee Dadi DAP! Shots to the face for some dirty bubbly to hear some change pop out. Her thoughts were cut by the bullets being heard in the horizon. So much for their boat date. Where could they go for dinner? That memory was being overrun with the state of the South. Getting on land only to see mayhem greet them. "Yeeeesh, woht's eem go'n be left?" The frog girl would say so to Sixxy. Watching him for some time now. Yeah, there was that issue about the corpses she left for him to scrutinize but somehow, after thinking about it even with the pistol tucked, the visionary figured he'd make no profit of snitching. Plus, her tongue gave her lips a quick lick. Even if he did do her dirty, she'd probably forgive him in the end, for being cute. Smarmy gentleman ********, he was that guy.
Either way, she'd walk with him. Bouncing up to whip lock a froggy kick to somebody trying their luck at robbing them. She still had a favor to owe him, but that didn't mean she couldn't get some lil extra on the side. Pointing to a certain gang of hooligans that gathered around a crate ready to blast off. "Fast hustlin' in 'ere, do you'se think we'cann get a lil sippy sip on some gaold?" She'd say to him before pulling her v-line. Unzipping to wrestle her ample swells to whip out the pistol. Squinting one eye each after another to c**k and aim. "Auh'wright, I'se got a joke for you, Mistah Gingjah." Wetting up the wheels with a few bullets to send the little rookies running.
A lucky bottle of bacardi, coincidentally the first object of choice made by another bug-eyed Yonko during one of the bloodiest days in Carmine, rolled by her feet. Picking it up she'd crush the cork and smell the s**t that it was. Ahh...they just needed some paper, didn't they? The big bottle would be the greatest cocktail if they could have some papuh. "..Whatcha cawh' five chavs huddlin in'uh corna with gas in da air?" Burning up some strips of some random expired town tribune to stuff into the bottle, all it needed was some flicking and she'd toss it over. Whistling until it would land over the gang of robbing blokes before blowing them up and loosening their safe. A fiery explosion sweeping them up and wreathing smoke. "Filetminions~" Free Crack 4. And she'd hop her way over to take a swing at that safe.
A little bit of imagination and all of the knowledge at one's disposal could lead to wonderful things. The answers to all of life's questions could be solved and this small world of theirs could be opened up to countless possibilities.
Large feet stomped briskly across the cobblestone, carrying the big body of a neatly dressed gentleman who towered close to nine feet tall. Splotches of blood skittered across the pavement in his wake, leaking from a small hole just below the right knee of his slacks. Heavy huffs and puffs caused his broad chest to swell, threatening to explode hard-wood buttons that kept his dress shirt closed. Held tight in his arms were numerous folders that contained his highly valuable research; his life's work. Clutched to one side, cradled and protected like a running back would a football as he sprinted down the twenty yard line towards the in-zone. Behind him were the enemy goal defenders, bandits, thieves, and thugs alike that chased him in an brazen effort to rob him blind in spite of his massive size. It had been his slick back hair, dark slacks, dress shirt and tie that caught their attention and made him think that he was from money -- or maybe even some government official here on business.
It wasn't far-fetched to think that the ginger-haired titan was on business, because he was. Thelonious was here on official government business with several propositions. He would show their science and medical departments his research -- which included several breakthroughs in medical science, including the cures for several strains of cancer -- and in exchange they'd not only hire him, but buy his research and compensate him a grandiose amount of money. His riches would become so vast that he'd never have to work another day in his life. The amount he'd be paid along with his new job would make a king's pension plan look like a child's daily lunch money.
All was going according to plan in the beginning. He'd sail to Torino Kingdom and be met with a small group of Marines who accompanied a representative of the Gorosei. They'd then speak within the kingdom's walls, a safe haven, to discuss numbers and terms over a lovely meal prepared by some of the finest chefs in all the free world. Next, after an extensive conversation, they were to set sail to another secret meeting with one of the Gorosei to meet the man that would be signing his paychecks from now on.
So, how did things end up like this? A sensible inquiry to make.
Unfortunately, for Thelonious, his meeting had been cut short by the sudden uproar in the kingdom and the pandemonium that followed. All was going well, he'd been discussing segments related to his medical works to the sent representative of the World Government when a hoard of pirates stormed begun to storm the building. They made mincemeat of the guards on the first couple of floors before making their way up the long-winding spiral staircase. Thelonious and the businessmen were alerted by the gunshots, swearing, and the kingdom-wide alarm blaring in the distance. With their meeting cut short the quartet of guards stationed with them were ordered to fend off the intruders while Thelonious took the man somewhere safe. Having scooped up his research under one arm and the stubby, plump man under the other he used his athleticism in conjunction with an experimental performance-enhancing drug, to leap from the five-story window and come to an earth-shattering landing below that left a six-inch dip ten feet around him.
After some cautious sneaking through alleyways to avoid detection, they managed to buy enough time for the businessman to call for backup. The conversation was an extensive one but it led to good news that would likely get them out of this hairy situation. He followed the man's lead, heading through small avenues and crevices to stay safe. They were to meet up with a handful of Marines near a back alley passageway that led to a hidden dock within a small cove. It took them all but twenty minutes to reach the location, however, they'd been followed by more than half a dozen pirates and plunderers. The pair were met by a Lieutenant and a couple of his men, their vessel large enough to house about a dozen people.
The Marines suddenly rose their guns and pointed them towards Thelonious, much to his surprise. He'd be met with a sinister smile stretched across the plump man's mug."I-I don't understand...I thought we had a deal?!"He barked as pure confusion lay in his eyes from the abrupt betrayal. Apparently, the government had no use for him but only his research. A fortune could be made without him. Given a chance to leave the cove with his life he was ordered to hand over the dozen or so folders containing his research. Reluctant, Thelonious complied, but as he started the process he'd snatched several of the folders and shoved the plump swindler into his men before making a mad dash for the exit. That was when the Lieutenant sat up with rifle in hand, steadied his aim and shot through Thelonious's calf. The hot slug tear into one end and out of the other, but the drug the lion had taken prior numbed most of the pain thanks to the rush of adrenaline.
Thelonious continued running, leaving most of his research behind and unsure of which files he'd managed to save; but he protected them with his life. He bulldozed through the pirates entering the cove so that he could exit. That was when a few of them scrambled to their feet and chased after him, more joined him after catching wind of what was going on. They saw a nicely dressed man clutching onto God knows what while barreling down the pirate-ridden streets being chased by even more pirates; clearly he had something valuable.
And so, after twenty more minutes of huffing and puffing, the effects of the drug he'd taken started to wear off. The pain in his leg becoming more and more relevant as he started to slow in his once hastened steps long enough for two of his pursuers to chase after him. This slung his folders, research papers and all, from his hands and scattered them across the pavement. Most of which would land about ten or so feet away from a heavy-breasted woman with an abnormally long tongue and an unusual accent, but Thelonious was too busy having bodies dog piling on top of him to notice this."Noooooo!"He cried out before rising from the ashes. Two of the bodies were tossed from him but the other seven or so clung to his Herculean person for dear life. His tie was undone, the buttons from his shirt busted and his clothes unkempt. A beastly roar quaked the skies as he'd slam two men together that were attached to his forearms then punched another with enough force to send him soaring through a building twenty feet away. Others were thrown to the skies but the more he threw off, the more hopped onto him to try and take him down.
Even with his wounded leg, Thelonious wasn't going down without a fight!
A terribly scratchy, awfully loud voice would erupt from within the vicinity. The owner of which would make himself noticed rather quickly between his words and actions. Dark spiky hair, pale purple hues which matched his ivory skin, clad in tattoos and makeup from head to toe. Wolfnod was quite the sight, despite being dressed rather well in a pair of dress pants, a dress shirt, and some ornate suspenders he still looked the part of a rock star more than anything. After having a good chuckle over the stupendous cooking joke he could be found hastily lodging a kitchen knife between the shoulder blades of one of the many brigands currently attached to the rather intimidating lion. The blade struck his heart killing one of the pirates instantly as a few others began to swarm the new appearance. His motives were unclear, however he seemed to be aiding the herculean mink to the best of his abilities. As he attempted to remove the large kitchen knife with no avail he found himself being launched at by two pirates from behind. With ungodly reflexes he was able to twist and turn his torso to avoid the slashes from an axe and cutlass respectively. In his next fluid motion the well dressed gentleman would send a whip like kick to one of his aggressors, his arms snaking across the neck of the other and effectively snapping it with little hesitation or regret on the matter. As the roar of the lion broke through the surrounding area a sharp toothed smile spread across the face of Wolfnod, the reptilian was greatly enjoying himself. Feeling rather at home in all the chaos currently surrounding his home in the south. Without so much as a word he wretched the axe from one of the pirates' corpse and began to viciously hack away at the deceased.
"Good ssssshow, good ssssshow! I've done enough prep work on my end ssssso I'll leave the ressssst to you Jungle King- let me know if you need a hand."
As he spoke Wolfnod would flail about the since severed arm of one of the unfortunate pirates, pointing it in the direction of the gigantic lion. He seemed to be using the stolen axe to amass the body parts of the fallen, collecting different bits and pieces from each person as the rest of the pirates looked on in horror at the sheer blood and gore of it all. Still the chef had precision and technique, able to pick apart each person piece by piece while keeping his clothing clean and clear of any stains. The wicked smile that seemed to never leave his expression gave way to his sheer amusement in the inhumane act he was committing. "You're all working ssssso hard, can I get you anything- you eat meat right Jungle King? Oh and how about you over there Frog Legsssss, can I interest you in sssssomething? French fliesssss, maybe?" one might've taken his words as mockery or a poor joke however as he spoke he seemed to be juggling a jar of flies in his free hand, a mixture of dead and alive. Wolfnod was an expert in all things gross, his type of cooking was generally regarded as awful and disgusting, however he seemed to be doing much of this on purpose as his actual skill and technique were both rather refined in reality. He called it experimenting, attempting new dishes that most wouldn't even think to try- even if most of these attempts did end up becoming massive failures in the end at least he could walk away knowing he had tried.
Walking over to the mass grave of charred and burning bodies that Rana had left for him it was like she had wrapped him a gift. Not only did she save him all the effort of pan frying these remains she had even given him an excellent joke to tell at parties, or maybe even name a dish after one day. Bringing down the stolen axe upon one of the more cooked individuals he began cutting away pieces of the man little by little, going as far as plating them too. Whistling as he worked, the forked tongue inside his mouth gave his tune a more sinister feel that most might not appreciate. "Thisssss all ssseemss a little barbaric to me, don't you agree? You can't jussssst go around eating people." he lamented more so to himself than to the strangers surrounding him. In his moment of clarity he placed his findings on the ground beneath him, taking a few moments to rummage through his belongings. First his pockets, then seeming unsatisfied with his search Wolfnod moved on to the bag he carried. It took some time but eventually he came forth with a few bottles of different substances. All small and grainy in appearance they were unlabeled but he coated the selection he had created with them as if they were meant to be there. After he finished applying the strange seasonings he finally seemed happy with the finished product. Confident in his creation he held out his arms exposing the plated masterpiece to current company, urging them to take a bite.
"Finissssshing touchesssss applied, anybody care for a piece? You'd be sssssurprised how hard it isssss for me to find willing sssssubjectss- er, tassssste tesssterss."
After leaving his dish for those around him to sample Wolfnod made note of storing his belongings in a nearby tavern floorboard for safekeeping during his dangerous raid. Stashing his hunting kit, dagger, shotgun, as well as his heft sum of 231,000 beli there.
▐「 COMPANY 」Thelonious, Rana, Six xxx▐「 WORDS 」898 xxx▐「 OOC 」 xxx
It was chaos. Utter chaos everywhere! The place was spilling over with fire, death, decay, and mayhem on all fronts. For lack of a better word, it was absolutely beautiful! With this kind of s**t going down he could eat his fill many times over and no one would have any idea it happened. The act caused him to lower his mask, looking about to see a man get maimed and then thrown into the ocean depths no too long after. Now this, this here was his kind of party! Following after Rana with glee, his eyes would go from her backside to the area around her then back; flashes of cold flew through him time and time again. Soon as someone got near to touch, an arm flew out to toss a scalpel directly into the poor bloaks neck - blood flying through the air and old SIX letting it splurt as it so pleased, because it so pleased him~ Tasting love on the wind and beauty in the scene, he cooed to himself before tucking forward. Not saying a word as Rana made her claims and jokes, he was too enthralled in what was going on to respond. She didn't know just how much of a basket case he truly was or how low down the totem pole he'd find himself given the circumstances.
SIX, of course, was truly delighted in wallowing in filth.
The Yonkou responsible for this, a Dekura. . He'd heard his name before back on Fishman island. He was known as the Thief King before grabbing the title as Emperor of the sea, SIX wondered what the man could've done to get that kind of power. Just how far did he go and how low did he steep. To question him on his deeds was the snakes prerogative, but not before making sure to align himself to what was going on. These were the needs of a man needed but a single dream to appease his appetite. People were fleeing left and right; SIX just needed a target is all. Just one and when it was found he wouldn't have to deal with the constant hunger welling within him. It'd been awhile since he'd had anything good to eat and there were so many morsels running about. Who. . What? Food. . Food. His animosity rose with every moment passing. "Be bauk' luv'. Gunna' git' mi' ah' snack~" The hunger rose and told him it was time! The traditional momma callin' you for breakfast time - none of that. More of a insatiable lust that spoke for itself and reveled in the fury that was his appetite. Slinking away from Rana at a moments notice, he'd find a nice little thing hiding among some crates of an inn and here he comes, brazen and backed.
Cute. Yummy lookin'. Not as meaty as one might hope, but nonetheless, a meals a meal. Aroooo~
"Oh thank god I've found someone sane! S-Sir please, everyone has gone batshit crazy! I-I need a protector. I'll pay you whatever you want!" The woman was frantic. Afraid. The best kind of meal was one that had no idea they were on the menu. "Pay meh', wil' ya'? Aye' pocket', das' gon' run ya' ait' leest' tree fiddy thousan'." He'd muse to himself, looking over her as she rummaged through her bag to get the money, but by then it was too late. SIX already had his hand slammed through her chest. "Oh! Fa'got ta' mention luv'. Ya' life too~" She went limp and he grew hungrier~ Taking his time, he ripped her apart piece by piece, engorging himself on entrails, blood, and organs. All that was left behind was the skin and a mess. With a heavy pat of his belly and a sigh, eyes looked to the sky as rain began to fall, washing the blood off his body. So satisfying. "Now, wher'd dat' little tadpole run off ta'." Rising up, he'd assume his prior stature before sauntering off, looking about to see if Rana was around.
Motherglare
Sahana Kurumi
illusorry
673/625
And The Tsun Shines generated a random number between
100 and 200 ...
133!
The sounds of explosions, people screaming, footsteps?, and gunshots made it obvious to Guzma that this place had gone downhill. If the birds hadn't been killed off they probably would have defended the island from the small fry but instead he had to deal with them now. "168" Guzma muttered under his breath as another goon was sent flying away from him. This was all rather boring if you asked him. Thing were suppose to be different now that he was gone from Torao Island but no matter how much things change everything stayed the same. At least they were helping him practice his multi tasking not that beating them and juggling 4 cannonballs in one hand was any difficult. Again you would think seeing someone juggling cannonballs like they baseballs, whatever that was, pirates would be think twice before trying to mug him. But no pirates were just plain stupid he shouldn't have expected any clever thinking from them. The sound of a nearby explosion caught Guzma's attention real quick. While he hated pirates in general but those who used explosions and cheap tricks to win a fight, oh they were in an entire new section in his list of pieces of s**t. Heading to the explosion he did not expect to see Grunt so soon. But what you know it seemed like those two hadn't gotten lost, or at least the frog woman hadn't. What was she doing here anyways? Tilting his head to the side he walked closer only to find himself in shock. All fourcannonballs would drop as Guzma watched as the Grunt headed towards the safe, a bunch of pirates were lying around injured from probably the explosion. Not only was his fan someone who fought dirty but was also a pirate. He could forgive one but he wasn't going to forgive both so easily which let only one option for him. Guzma was going to have to change the way she lived her life. Cracking his knuckles he headed toward the frog lady crouching down in a squat position looking at the safe she was at. "You're like one of these pirates huh?!" Guzma would say slamming his fist at the top of the safe. It seemed like the safe's door was no longer keeping the safe...well safe as it was sent flying through the air crashing into some crates, a thick looking water spilt from it. By the smell it was probably beer...not it was wine. Yeah he knew what wine smelled like that fancy s**t wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Glancing at the safe it seemed it had done it's job none of the valuables inside were damage in anyway. "You know what! You don't even deserve the official Team Skull sunglasses" Guzma snapped standing up before walking in front of Rana, staring her down before snatching the sunglasses from the top of her head and placing them back on his. "That is until you learn being a pirate is stupid" Guzma would say.
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Motherglare
Genji Gincosu
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Deecee Sama generated a random number between
100 and 200 ...
157!
It would seem Mistah tall didn't hear her--or rather he was busy getting his own party going on. The striking actor on the wrong side of the law, shimmying along with his enduring mercenary. So much at once was happening but the sparks of fire died out and she saw with a series of whoops and crashes a great towering man had fallen through, minding an injury he had sustained from the prior gunshots being heard. Papers of unimaginable value strewn about her falling like snow over the tragic bedlam of coal. Her new sunglasses took on some bling with some of the precious jewels she slung over it as the girl would approach the man. He appeared to be in pain, stepping forward to crumple up some of the paper around, barely reading the formula easily able to change lives..to stick to stain red with the rest of his leg. Then releasing a scarf from her plump personage to quickly tie it up to act as a some tourniquet. "Ay,big guy, you like you'se in some deep trouble. You swears you'll be awhright? I know a doctahr friend, big Red. Not well enuff buht, you know how it goes. [pointing in Sixx's direction with an aided wink to him] Talk to em all fancy-like, yeh?" She'd stand up.
A spark of kindness done while the rest of her jewels glimmered in crimson. She wasn't sorry, piracy had a way with moving even after Pirates perish. Her own reflection was blurred with the sentiments of a dead old soul, and with a little spit and rub it was now just a better tomorrow now that she found her wealth it was a question of how to make it stay. Splitch."..hh?" A lot was spanning today's vicious history on but the most noteworthy to mention as of now--as she'd wipe some scattered blood from her cheek, verdant eyes dug through the air to find the source of today's screaming rain.
Crematory Calzone--was that what he was going for? Somehow in that twister this out of nowhere backwoods yet dapper connoisseur came out with a grizzly gourmet! A wiggly smile with some giggles leaving her princess lips. Easily enamored by the cute nickname, she'd almost easily forget about the injured bloke and hop her way over. "My mouf's waterin'~ Two ordehrs on daht Monsieur Michelin~" Her nose tugging a playful wrinkle with her eyes overlooking the ominous odor. He's a cluck but he's got an interestin' tune. She just took a liking to him, it wasn't her legs he was likely to spread basil over. Playfully in the air she'd tie herself a bib and let the tongue jut out with an eager curve.
There were some explosions going off in the distance--the deafening booms explaining nothing to the man's strength. Unheard of in the ears of the normal. It made her wonder what all of that was until she heard a heavy THUNK! Offset by the scolding, at first she was all smiles. "Ayy--iss you' Whitey--..woht?" He was angry and she turned to look over both shoulders before pointing at herself. Me? Woht I'se do? She'd stare at him with a confused aching expression, about to come close with a hand spread out until he'd straighten up and snatch her with the large hand obstructing the sun. Silk threads of green flowing from the snatch that suddenly made her feel bald. ...Woht?
He just left her. After making her day and now he came back to ruin it. So what?! Rana was just about to spread her emeralds into buying the cleanest cereal bowl and spoon. Now she had to be gangsta and spread him under her timbs. Lips jutted to gnash her words. Her eyes dimmed to a darker diluted pool of edge. "...So you'se gon' act like I won't tie up yo ankles, Mayte? Hhuh. O'key. Gingy [Sixx], ah'll be back, lahv." She'd snatch off her jewels and stuff em in her bag to tie her hair four ways before hopping off after him. Her nose peppering red with her eyes watering a little. Cahm get thiss lickin' dandelion mahn! I'ss a fohkin fahrce yeh goin' foh!
Dcme
Sahana Kurumi
PonderingPenguin
x E U R Y D I C E generated a random number between
100 and 200 ...
176!
Wolfnod returned to collect his stash of goodies, a dagger, a shotgun, a hunting kit, and 231,000 beli as well. After safely recovering his gear he decided upon following his recent encounter Rana, hoping his muse could help bring him even more interesting ideas. Filetminions, he still couldn't believe it. [exit]
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