-------- Something had come over her. It might not have been the quickest action, but it was fast. Swipe! The glasses were hers in a matter of moments. She had come in like a flash, her legs vibrating at a high frequency to keep her moving. Flipping backwards a total of thrice, she smiled, landing perfectly, the ground under her already shaking. She clicked her feet together, the vibrating gone. She smiled, feeling pretty good with the amount of money she had just scored. Something had come over her, maybe a growth into this new pirate life. It wasn't all about just raiding, stealing and lying right? She could start a revolution, and for some reason, her blood pumped with the thrill of the world. She should fight! She should do something, feel the pain of actually getting punched! This was it! This was the moment she wanted the most. She stared at the two, winking at the male first with his shades. "I do have to ask why anyone would wear this you know? It's purely for aesthetic you know? Like there is half a lense on this one? You trying to be cool?" She asked, laughing, doing another cartwheel. She felt so good, so full of herself, and then it hit her. She might be drunk! Yes! She was drunk! This wasn't real! None of this was real! She could just go with the flow and deal with the situation! Yes! This is what she needed! She couldn't let the frog get out of this though. "What are you though? Is the skin suit for show or? I like the whole green thing though. It's a nice matching set. That tongue is wild, so I have to ask...You ever done anything crazy with it or? She smiled, looking to the both of them. "So yeah, you two are angry with one another, but i'm here. I think we can all do something about this you know?" Her legs vibrating again. She nodded to herself, throwing the glasses up into the air, jumping after them so that they would land on her head, spinning her body in a full forward circle so that when she came down, the ground would shake enough for a rock the size of a globe popped shoot straight upwards into the sky. She smiled, doing a small curtsy as she jumped after the globe rob, kicking it at the both of them. Her kick was so strong that the kick shattered the globe rock into a collection of rocks, thirty total that shot for the two. She landed, one leg in the air, straight up. She slammed her foot on the ground again and another rock rose from the ground, globe sized. "Come now. Lets have fun" She said cheerily as she kicked the second rock, gaining the same result as the one she had kicked from the air. -------- -------- -------- -------- ooc:
Yeah she sounded like she took a jackhammer to the teeth but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna straighten out the problem. A quick finger pointing to the man frosty on the chain he was gonna lose and she'd cast him a wicked glare. Repeatedly jabbing her finger at his presence as she was making her way. The ugly cockney rising like the starch of her people in her blood whenever it came to a good ole rummy fight. "You'se dead to meh, Whitey foh breakin' mawh heahrt! I ain't no pirate YET but you'll nevah see that good side nao!"
As for this new comer. She looked at the frame up and down. Mad androgynous but she smelled it because they were born of the same lifeblood; to be petty. But there was a difference. Rana concluded that this one didn't like to see others prosper. All over a shade? No, what's the thrill in having the same toy? This random broad didn't understand the meaning of hype, especially when an item was imbued with natural firestarting qualities. Like the ability to be cool and feel powerful. It was a crown for the queen. And she was gonna take it. Simple as that.
At the mention of her tongue and well--everythin' else, the frog woman would cast a skinnied stare before smiling. Watching small meteorites of globoid stones descend on them as a fury testament to the girl's deceptive strength. Her throat ribbing from the sucked air before puffing until it covered the entirety of herself and two times. Catching some of the lobbed rocks as it would sink into the skin. Her cheek pulling a smile, eyes wide and rocking. BTOOOOOM! Sticks and stones~ These stones were nice but she'd had to send them back in the same manner outwards, not caring if she hit her former treacherous idol in the process or everything else. Her form appearing normal after the air balloon like throat would withdraw in a split second since.
"Oh yeh this..?" Two fingers rising an inch before her lips and the tongue would cast a shimmy slime. "s'foh when yeh get licked aftuhwahrds."
Guzma had no plan in leaving after all he wasn't simply taking the sunglasses away from the frog girl. He needed her to learn what she was doing was wrong. Yet he couldn't help but feel a tug in his heartstrings when he noticed her eyes becoming watery, which would result to him punching himself in the chest. Crying or not she clearly should have known that being around pirates no matter what is just dumb like pirates are just dumb. "Don't give me that look....you aren't even getting people to see how strong you are." Guzma would say his expression softening. "Look if you care so much about the sunglasses...I'll give it back to you" Guzma would say. Seriously he couldn't say no to a fun. Not that she had asked for it back, but her facial expression explained it all. Reaching up to grab his sunglasses getting ready to hand them over however he stopped shortly when hearing her next words. He was dead to her? He had broken her heart? It was just sunglasses hell he could just get another pair for her. Still those words still hurt....if he was a pansy that is. "Psh... like I needed you anyways! I'm GUZMA I only need myself and no one else! See this side of you is better. At least now I know you got some fight in ya" Guzma would say. He had to be tough with her it's the only way people learned.
There seemed to be a soft humming sound the noise that tinfoil makes when you just flap it vigorously. Before he could realize it his sunglasses were gone from his head and a woman came in backflipping and front flipping with his glasses in her hand. Guzma glared at the woman, did she think that doing unnecessary backflips would make it so he didn't want to get his glasses back? Cause if so she would be wrong. However the wink did work in throwing him off. Then she started to talk...judging him for carrying the glasses. "They work like any other sunglasses. Protecting your eyes from the sun" Guzma would state for a matter a fact. Then she went to question the frog girl...he probably should have asked for a name earlier but the whole newspaper and whole Yonko event and finding Ben took priority. When the whole tongue conversation went Guzma shuddered. What were they? Teens going through puberty. Well he didn't have much time to think about what they said or continue the conversation as the woman who had came in and took the sunglasses ended up kicking not just one rock at him but two. Of course said rock broke in too pieces but it had been just one rock. Not only that frog girl decided to throw back the rocks that had been flung at her at both of them. So now three sets of rock shards had been set flying. Any sane man would have blocked, or dodged them but Guzma wasn't a sane man. Standing still as pellets of rock hit him, his arms crossing over his chest as he was rather unamused at these two. The other woman seemed to even go far as saying 'let's have fun'. "Heh if you two considering getting your butt thoroughly whooped then so be it" Guzma would say patting his body to remove the dirt and rocks from it, scratches on his skin but nothing lethal.
Looking directly at the woman who had his glasses, Guzma raised his leg it looked like he about to imitate what the woman earlier had done expect he didn't. When his foot hit the ground a piece of the earth did not shoot up instead the entire ground that Michelle was standing on did a turn downward, flipping her towards Guzma like one would flip a pancake. As she flew forwards he would do quickly to snatch his from the top of her hair much like she had earlier. Whether she landed on her feet was none of his concern. Placing the sunglasses inside his shirt so that no one could simply snatch it off him again. Looking back at the frog girl he gave her a glare. "You wanted to go right? Then come on. I'm waiting" Guzma would say taunting her.
-------- Oh lord was she in a situation. Maybe she had gone too far? Maybe being a drunken fighter was something she shouldn't step into. Was she about this life? After a moment of thought...Of damn course she was! The situation looked fine. She had started this, she sure as hell could end this could she not?! The frog one was super interesting thing, or more Michelle was learning something about herself. Maybe it was the skin tight suit that did it, or the fact that the damn frog puffed her face, smacking back her damn rock blasts. She had sent most of them back at the only man in the situation, and yet some still came her way. Michelle snatched a rock out of the air as it came her way, nodding to herself. The other rocks she would simply drag her leg back, her leg vibrating as she kicked forward, slashing through any debris that came her way. Foot to the ground, she nodded, ready for anything except the fact that this man was a monster. She expected more rocks to be thrown, just pure power between the three, but that was not the case. The man before he looked small, looked to just be another man with an odd fashion sense, but he stomped the ground and it came upwards, flipping over. She grew wide eyed, flying towards the man, his-her glasses snatched in a matter of moments. She hit the floor, hands forward to flip over to the frogs direction. "Ok but explain how you see anything if one of them doesn't work you know? Like one's half a lense. Are you blind in one eye?" She asked, more trying to figure out. She wobbled back and forth for a bit, her body a bit shaken up by levels of alcohol intake, as well as just being thrown. She looked to the frog for a moment, her eyes wandering and then her focus returning. --------"SO I mean, it's us against him right?" She said, nodding thrice. "I mean, he has the glasses, and I want the glasses just like you, yet...I think he said he would take us both...SO I mean..." She shrugged. "He stomped the ground and now i'm here, and he has those glasses, which i'm sure we both kind of want. I'll go more around, you can do your frog thing..." She said with a nod, her legs vibrating. She paused, looking to the frog. "You're not joking about that whole licking thing right?" No matter the point of getting an answer or not, Michelle would be gone. She would guage that she had about fifteen feet between her and Guzma. He was strong, but that meant he wasn't fast. She was fast, but that meant she wasn't strong. She zipped around with a blue glow behind her, vanishing from spot to spot without a trace, only appearing again in the air just a bit above Guzma. "Way Of The Leg Style: Vibrating Axe Kick!" Michelle shouted, pivoting her body downward, an Axe kick aimed at the mans face. She assumed he would go to block, her leg fully extended upwards, going downwards at full strength with a vibrating hum. In moments, her leg began to vibrate at a higher frequency, the image of one leg being replaced with that of three as if she was indeed kicking three times as fast. She smiled, hoping that the frog would do something to either distract, or save her sorry a** if she had made a huge mistake. He was a monster the way he had taken on such rocks without taking damage. She felt she was going to waste her wine having to deal with this. Had she made a mistake? Eh, that was life, nothing but choices and consequences. -------- -------- -------- ooc: I'm just staring at the fact that this guy has over 300 str BUT NO ENDURANCE, and Michelle might be a little bit of a lesbian. Also i've determined that Michelle just likes body things, such as body suits, abs, anything that shows off the body. @ u@ And I feel my post was s**t. : OH WELL 8D
The frog girl would think to herself. A bizarre portrait of her being seen with her eyes brimming with fire and her hands loosening from clenched fists. A little gulp given that it's been a while since she's crossed hands without the cheap help of bullets. Captivated by the glitter of words and the snik snik etch of the jingling chain she'd look up at him. 5bars and she wasn't talking about wifi. She could see by the texture of his jersey that he was tough. Face tightening at his statement, no room for shaking hands. Look at him, I mean his eyes are...so droopy! Only the strong deserved to keep such laxness in expression. Plush lips clamped like a button before she'd keep her pistol on safety. I ain't countin rounds anyway.
Mean mugging, she cracked her neck in two places, letting the rubble fall off like powder. The fair woman [Michelle] was going to be a problem as they both shared the same interest. Then again, letting Old Boi over there with the coccaine hair with TWO problems sounded even better. A sniff and she'd garner herself some distance. "You gotta lotta lip foh' lookin like musty milk. But aw'ight." A glance at the man who ate cronus for his strength, ripping the terrain like arts and crafts. Deep mossy pools were filled by the vision of the landscape about to moan from the monstrous force of it all. WHAT THE FOHK! It was close. How her leg narrowly moved away from the ground that would have swallowed in it's earthen maw. The talkative one already dashed off, her legs seemed to emit some sort of funny sounds
A quick squat and she'd hop off. Her tongue swatting onto a higher sledge of earth before hopping off that too. Gloved hand grabbing onto a it, she then swatted her tongue to rope around the waist of the skinny girl to toss her up well above his reach of five feet. It's wet muscle surprisingly strong enough to act as it's own limb. Swiveling the girl after her triple volley of kicks to instead snap up some loose earth from the wedges denting from above.
"'njoah' yuh whad-wath whav! (Enjoy your mudbath love!)"
"Do you not understand how glasses work? The lens shape can be whatever you can still see through it...but enough of that. You two wanted to attack me? WELL THEN COME ON DON'T JUST STAND THERE" Guzma would say taunting them to come at him again. If they were going to continue to throw rocks at him he was going to have to continue flipping them towards him. After all the building were already destroyed he doubt people would mind having the earth shifted around an empty area. Putting his hands in his pocket he crouched down looking at the rocks that they threw at him. He had to admit that doing what they did must mean they weren't your average joe. Well if things go well then he might ask them to come along with him. After all he needs someone to handle the ship he was planning to buy after this. It seemed like the other girl really enjoyed talking and had a rather strange way of doing it so, she repeated herself one too many times it was honestly irritating to listen to. But it was good he could use this anger. Seeing how it seemed like these two were going to gang up on to try and take his sunglasses and possibly his chain considering how the frog woman was looking at it again.
Suddenly the talkative woman disappeared from sight. If it weren't for the fact that her speed pushed some wind upward and her yelling out her attack Guzma would look up seeing her drop. Moving to the side the kick did not hit him in the face but instead hit him clean in the shoulder. The earth cracked beneath his feet as Guzma stood standing after the kick and then some. Grabbing her leg with his arm, his hand moved up her thigh so he would more easily slam her down to the ground. However he felt the woman being tugged away, Rena seemed to have wrapped her tongue around the girl and was trying to pull her away to safety. So it became a small tug of war of them trying to hold the woman with themselves. Guzma winced, his shoulder couldn't handle the tugging after being kicked by her so he decided instead of just pulling Michelle he would also pull Rena. His other hand grabbed Michelle's leg and yanked pulling Rena from where she was at and finally slamming Michelle to the ground. "Dynamic Mess Em Up Punch" Guzma would say as he swung the slammed Michelle. Even if the punch hit Michelle wouldn't feel anything but a fist softly brush against her cheek. Standing back up to handle to frog he had yanked over to him he would attempt to swing at her but his body stuttered as he put a hand on his injured shoulder. He shouldn't have taken the direct blow.
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-------- So maybe, just maybe, in the alpha and the omega of the situation, Michelle had made a mistake. You weren't supposed to judge a book by its cover, nor were you supposed to just judge the wine on taste alone. You were supposed to let it sit in your mouth, swish it around and gather all the flavors. In her state, Michelle had more or less jumped to a set of conclusions. She had assumed that the big man was all strength and couldn't handle her speed. If she was faster, more like a bullet, he wouldn't be able to catch her in his giant hands. Of course, she had been wrong. The frog girl was a nice addition to the team. She seemed to process how to help to Michelle's situation, raising her up above to add more distance. She had thought she would get away with a hit and a mad dash. It was worth it, until her leg was grabbed. "Dinner first!" She shouted to her assailant as she was caught between the tongue and the arm. She winced, being stretched like this wasn't fun. She could indeed become taller, but not like this. This moment wouldn't last longer than she thought for she was pulled, slammed to the ground. She looked up, gasping as the man came to punch her face. She was ready for it to all be over, but the mans hand just...Tapped her? She held her face for a moment, looking up to the man as he went to swing at the frog, only to stop and hold his hurt shoulder. Was he holding back? She thought to herself, looking to the man. Was it like that? A new found respect came into her eyes as she looked at the man. --------"I see your game now!" Michelle shouted, pointing up at the man from the ground. "WTG: Fwair!" She shouted, pushing up from the ground with her hands, spinning her body to kick at the mans feet. Of course, her feet would stop vibrating and she would only tap at the man if she hit. She winked up at him between kicks. She understood now. She could see what power was like. This man could easily take them out in a second, but he was holding back. She felt good that she had damaged his shoulder and bad at the same time. They couldn't beat a man who was holding back, not like this. Maybe they could get cool glasses by being with him or something, but this man, nah. They didn't have a chance, and the frog hadn't realized it yet, but maybe, for now she would just act it out. "Thu'll fay fa huy juwa!" (You'll pay for my jaw) She shouted, acting as if her jaw had been truly messed up by the hit. She almost expected it to burst into pieces by the mans strength, but for now, she couldn't let the frog just swing around and stop. This was good for all of them. Nothing like a little fighting during the crazy moments of raid and murder. Her legs started vibrating again, and she smiled, moving on her hands to keep kicking at the man, this time more for real, but with no real flair. She might as well see what else he could do. -------- -------- -------- ooc:
For the reason their blows were howling and their blood was heating the climax now revealed itself. They were pulled down, her fingers scraping from resisting up until she was plucked off like a grape. No! If her adversary were to get hit now then where was her advantage?! Instead of looking like chopped liver, the white haired girl had miraculously survived! Realization.
He'd sling them both over and across. Midway she couldn't do much in the heat of the moment but somehow--there was an opening! He had released her tongue to a degree, letting her twist in mid air. Landing her butt over him in order to topple him down with her sitting ontop. She wasn't all that heavy since her last second lunch was hours ago but the momentum was enough with her flailing her arms---she thinks. "'Twake twaaah! (Take that!)" Her tongue coming back to send gentle albeit annoying slaps all over his face. Her legs wrapping over his shoulders, letting total boobage sit over his crack white hair.
After making him feel gross for the most part, the fury in her lightly died. In a battle of life and death one actually felt fear and a pinching sense of gambling and this wasn't it. He was pulling his punches to a degree. That much was obvious. She didn't even know why but that brought out a sentimental act on her part. And it felt...fun. Actually enjoyable to where she'd humor him back, and with the rest. An odd feeling of kinship...when half a minute ago they were ready to break each others necks for whatever reason they came together. Pulling his hair before ruffling it. A little kiss awarded at the top of his head and then pulling the collar of his shirt up to his face as a jest.
"Ahhhwwwwhohohohohowww, you'se a real softie in the end, ain'tcha, whitey?" Teeth clicking, a wink, tongue rolling back in and she'd look over at Michelle who more than did her part to keep rolling stones smooth. "Oi, chickee. Yah gonna make us both fall!" A tongue would come out to slap her across the face with a bit more bite to it. Smack. Smack."Gimme, that, s**t!"
"SHUT UP" A small splotch of pink appearing on his cheeks when hearing the woman's comment, this was a fight not a tavern to make jokes in. Looking at he woman in the ground he noticed that the punch apparently didn't go through or he did it incorrectly, most likely the fault of his messed up shoulder. Well that was no problem all he would have to do was deliver a regular punch to the face. Except the woman was fast enough that she was able to do a counter attack. Bracing himself from a blow to the legs he felt a light tap at his feet, looking at the woman he saw her winking?!?! Was she mocking the punch he had thrown! Raising his fist to throw a punch down at the woman he felt two firm thighs hit him square in the chest. Hitting the ground with a thud he looked up to see none other than the frog girl. "STUPID GUZMA STUPID" Yelling at himself for not messing up just once but three times in a row. Messing up both his punch at Michelle and Rana but also forgetting that the flying frog girl was heading his way, not something most people would forget. Now his shoulders were pinned down by the others legs. Suddenly a wet tongue started to slap him across the face only serving to anger him more than physically hurt him. After three slaps he decided to try and put a stop to it, if he couldn't grab it with his hands then he would simply bite her tongue off. As her tongue came in for a fourth slap Guzma opened his mouth and brought jaws down on it, however as soon as teeth touched the tongue he jerked away. It was actually very gross to try and do that, spitting to the side he stayed there in the ground until she stopped slapping him.
His cheeks were now cheeks covered in slobber and rosy from embarrassment. It did not amuse him in the slightest, glaring at Rana as suddenly she messed with his hair and planted a cheek on his forehead. Shocked he turned his head to look the other way only to have his collar raised up to his face causing him to shake a bit to get it back down. When called a soft he notice that the frog girl had also winked at him, what in the world were these two weirdos. This was not how fights end normally one of them had to be knocked out with broken bones, but the only thing that happened was his shoulder being damaged and him being completely embarrassed. "GET OFF ME" Guzma would yell as in a burst of strength he pushed Rana off and had her thrown at Michelle, with only enough force to throw her off and not injure her at all. Standing up he put his hands in his pocket before walking over to a broken fridge. "Yall stupid" He grumbled opening up the bridge and grabbing a beer from it. Chugging some of it down trying to cool himself off, the fight was over they ruined what could have been a great fight. Still he had to admit they were tougher than they looked, he wouldn't mind having them in his team. Walking over to them both he reached into his shirt and placed his sunglasses back on Rana's forehead. "There since you wanted it so much. I never take gifts completely back. And you " Guzma pointed at Michelle giving her the glare he had given Rana earlier. "You're pretty tough too. Take this" Pulling up his chain up and off his neck he tossed it over Michelle. "This day forth you guys come with me alright. You do what I ask and I help you guys do whatever you want" Guzma wasn't taking a no for an answer. However it was hard to take him serious after he got slobber all over his face and had been blushing, still was too but it was much more faint. The booze helped him calm down.
-------- Alright, this was a little odd. The man was tough but they were winning? It seemed he didn't understand that she knew he was a big softie, unless she had messed that up as well. Her jaw could have easily been taken apart and shaped thirteen different ways, but it wasn't, so he had held back right? Had she mistaken her mistake? It was odd, a sense of confusion she couldn't understand. Her mind went wild with a collection of what she did and didn't know. She would be confused for now, and that's all she could go with. She hadn't hurt him, and yet he was still in a sense attacking them. Maybe he was mentally unstable? It was a bit odd with the frog as well, for she didn't seem to be fooled, or maybe she was also confused. Were they all confused? The raw amount of confusion was too powerful and it needed to be stopped! She had only tapped his feet, only made sure to not do damage but he seemed a bit shaken upstairs. Maybe he had just messed up you know? Maybe he wasn't the best fighter? The point was to end your enemy, not...Well do whatever he was doing. The frog was strong, she knew what a fight was about, attacking with her tongue. Somewhere deep in her soul, unknown to Michelle, she felt jealous of this tongue lashing. This, Michelle would never know, but it would sting one day. Also the blushing of the man they were fighting was worth it. He even yelled at himself, which was odd. She didn't know what to do. There was too much going on and too little at the same time. He seemed to just be a big softie, or the slow type. It wouldn't matter either way, she just had to keep pushing. What was odd was when he went to bite the frog girls tongue. She stared, holding her feet up, watching in utter disgust. She couldn't turn away, but she wanted to. Soon, it would come that he couldn't do it. What was this? Who was this man? She could just attack him right here, but should she? He was an odd one. He seemed to be intact when his words when he was talking about fashion, but when he talked about anything else, he seemed off. It wouldn't matter, Michelle backflipped to be on her feet, stepping to her left to catch the frog by her collar as she was thrown towards her. "Ello"" A smile as she set the frog down slowly. She looked to the man now, waiting for the next attack. She drew a leg back, the vibrating coming from her legs again. She was ready to strike, but then the man simply walked forward, placing the glasses on the frogs head. Michelle paused, looking to the man. What was this? What was the plan? Soon, she would be gifted with some bling. Her eyes grew wide. "Yes! Gold!" She shouted, forgetting that she was even in a moment. She had gold now! It looked good! The moment had become even more weird. The man was telling them to join, but giving them free reign? It didn't make sense to her. "You got money or a kitchen? I want to make the worlds best wine." She stated simply. She didn't care if the man drank other items, she was just here to make other things for the moment. She would make wine, they could do whatever else. "If you can help me accomplish that, I'll come along for a bit. You?" She said, looking to the frog. It would be more fun to hang around the frog, but Michelle couldn't tell why. Maybe it was the test of her sexuality, but this man, was a man. She knew she wanted a man...Oh well. She stomped her foot, kicking up another rock, balancing it on her foot like a soccer ball before kicking it into a broken down store. "I need new clothes" She stated dully. "You two work this out. I'm in if she's in and whatnot" She stated, making her way inside. She would let the other two discuss for now. -------- -------- -------- -------- ooc:
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