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Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
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Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 55
Experience Points : 5570
Bounty : 74,000,000
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PostSubject: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 09, 2016 10:58 am

Arid wind blew over the port town known as Nanohana. Sun peeked from the horizon at the docks. It may have been awfully early in the morning, but life was already in motion. Ships sailed in and out at their own chaotic rhythm. Gulls laughed at the silly humans scurrying about in such a hurry. And the pungent scent of the town’s famous perfume lingered in the salty air. It was a new day, full of opportunity!

A sharp-dressed gentleman hopped off with practiced ease. With a tip of his brown, brimmed hat, he bid the fellow seafarers a wordless farewell. A single suitcase was all he carried, all he seemed to even need.  Head held high he strutted along the dock, sweeping his sickly green gaze across the populace. Fishermen, merchants and travelers from various corners of the world mingled along. Most importantly... No marines in sight. A lighter flared briefly and soon thin wisps of smoke escaped into the wind. The long cigarette was placed between sharply grinning teeth. Fresh air did always taste better through a filter.

Richard Maxwell, also known as the Plague Rat among people savvy of the pirate world, had just set his shoes on a familiar town to conduct his business. Having drifted all over the world, Alabasta had to be among his favorite places to travel. The weather was wonderful, for starters, so perfectly sunny, warm and dry. He couldn’t even recall when it had last rained. People around here were generally friendly and trusting, lovely folk really. Of course, he also appreciated the ease at which he could just waltz past the city gates. Never had the guards asked him unnecessary questions. Ah, if only it were so easy everywhere.

Brushing the thoughts aside, the doctor pressed onward. There was still the matter of deciding what to do during his stay. Medical services, perhaps? Or maybe he could give that perfume business a try... He weaved through the crowd. Avoiding one person, he accidentally bumped into someone else. "Oh, a thousand apologies." With the friendly smile, he graciously gave way and wandered off. They may not have realized it yet, but that someone was now a money pouch poorer. Deftly the pickpocket slipped the first loot of the day into his own pocket. A little on the light side, sure, but this would do for warm up. It felt good to get back to work.
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Race : Cyborg
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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 09, 2016 12:15 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”

"And thanks a bunch for the loan. I'll be sure to return it before I leave." A tall and well-built man exited the ornamented building with a garnished sign swinging above the door that named it "Desert's Wealth Bank". A hot gust of wind blew the tattered black cloak behind his shoulders, flapping and whipping it as it would a flag.

Nanohana, one of the most popular entry points into the Alabasta Kingdom, was like an ant-hill: crowded and chaotic to an outsider, yet entirely organized and aligned to one practiced to it. The streets of the marketplace were bustling regardless of the time of day. The friendly faces walking past the man did not help the irritated expression on his face. He had not had an ideal journey from his previous stop to this port town.

A few hours earlier…

The man in the black cloak and baggy pants walked shirtless along the desert shore-line, enjoying the salty breeze and the cool air of a dawning sun. His red-brown hair, which appeared almost orange in the morning’s hue, was swept back behind the ears, and barely flowed along with the wind. As he reached a craggy beach, he heard some high-pitched voices that almost sounded cute to his ears. ”Haaaiyaaaaaaaaa!” He had detected the presence of living beings in the vicinity from a ways off, however, he did not imagine the source to be what it was.

A seal-like creature, with a turtle-esque shell and a head that made it appear as if it wore a forest-camo toque, jumped out from behind a rock outcropping. The man had heard of these creatures, named “Kung Fu Dugongs”, who would challenge passers-by to duels. The man snorted, and then burst out laughing, as he watched the creature swing his fists swiftly in the air as a challenging gesture.

”Gahahahahahahaha! Isn’t it a bit early in the morning for you to be waylaying people?” The dugong babbled nonsensically, as if it were imitating human speech, and then suddenly leaped at the man. The man, still chuckling without end, simply held up his hand in front of him with his middle-finger folded under the thumb, then flicked it with enough of a jerk to create a sonic boom. If the noise itself weren’t enough to scare off the fighty creature, the middle finger’s flicking motion ended with its tip clapping against the dugong’s forehead, sending it flying at least thirty feet back into a wall of rock. The creature’s eyes hazed as it fell into the sand, unconscious.

The man grit his teeth and scratched his head in embarrassment. ”Oh crap. Sorry! Didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” Out of concern, he approached the little seal, only to be jumped on by hundreds of its comrades, who were likely hiding behind the tall sandpile. He had completely ignored their presence, and was taken aback by their sudden appearance. Tens of dugongs piled themselves on top of him, pinching and pulling on his clothes, hair, skin and just about everything. The man struggled for a while, trying to rip them off of him one at a time, but there was no end in sight.

”ENOUGH, YOU LITTLE SHITS!!!!” The man, clearly irked by the buggers, whipped his arms to his sides, causing all of the creatures to peel off of him and go flying in different directions around him. Fuming, he stomped off along the beach, leaving the dugongs to pick up after themselves.

He had heard from the stories of Kung Fu Dugongs, that anyone who defeated them would be seen as their master. The man had little time to serve such a cause, and did not wish to be any more belated than he already was.

As he heard the voices of the sturdy creatures, who were now chasing after him, he sprinted with a speed that left a large gust of wind, sand and pebbles flying in his wake.

The sun was just starting to peek from the horizon, when he reached the outskirts of Nanohana, the sun-beaten port town of Alabasta Kingdom. Just then, his hand felt the emptiness around his metallic belt, causing his eyes to open wide with surprise. ”Those… little…!” He did not know whether his coin purse had simply fallen off in the commotion earlier, or if one of them had swiped it intentionally. Either way, he had a use planned for that wealth, and needed to recover it one way or another.

Presently…

As he walked along the street, he fondled the coin purse that he had just borrowed from an old acquaintance. The acquaintance was the owner of a local bank, and happily agreed to help out the man in his hour of need.

The man’s fingers lazily dropped away from the pouch, his thoughts wandering off to the events from earlier that morning. The frown on his face grew, but at the same time, a chuckle slipped from between his teeth, mocking his own carelessness. Lost in the plane of his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into a man, who apologized graciously. He returned the courtesy and bowed, ”My mistake, I wasn’t paying attention.”

He continued to make his way through the crowd, his fingers feeling the urge to caress the precious wealth that he had just borrowed. But, to his dismay, the fingers felt emptiness once again.

”Oh hell, not again!” He slapped his forehead and quickly turned around, knowing exactly when he may have lost that purse. In the distance, he noticed a wide-brimmed hat floating above the crowd. It was doubtlessly the man he had bumped into earlier, the one that most likely stole his pouch. ”HEY! You in the suit! Stop right there!”

His shout roared above the voices of the street, causing him to draw the attention of onlookers, who then began to search for the person who was the target of the man-in-black’s challenge.



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Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
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Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
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Bounty : 74,000,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 09, 2016 1:52 pm

Old habits die hard. Richard would know. Half the time he just minded his own business when suddenly an opportunity walked into him, begging to be taken. He couldn’t help it if his fingers were deft. It was something akin to a reflex really, if a particularly well-honed one. Thus he rarely paid any mind to the victim. In hindsight, maybe he should have...

The well-dressed crook froze on his tracks, flinching mid-step. A particularly unpleasant chill ran down his neck. Call it paranoia, experience or just a hunch, but he knew exactly to whom that roar was addressed. Someone had caught on quickly, unfortunately. Swiftly he went through his admittedly limited options. As much as he wanted to just keep walking, sadly the ship had kind of sailed on that one. There weren’t too many people in suits around. It was better to confront the guy and play innocent. He glanced back with casual curiosity, as if he too had been just another bystander. No harm in seeing what the fellow wanted, right?

Richard ended up regretting that decision the very instant he spotted the source of the ruckus. Out of all the possible targets available, he just had to go and rob the biggest man in a thousand mile radius. Well, this day was off to a fantastic start. Furthermore, for a brief moment dim images flashed in the back of the doctor’s mind. The massive vagabond seemed distantly familiar, as if he had seen that face somewhere way back when. Newspapers, maybe? However, the thought was quickly dismissed as simply ridiculous, inconceivable even. He had far more pressing matters to handle at the moment.

Mustering the most sincere mask of surprise, the criminal looked around before pointing quizzically himself. "Who, me?" Idly he adjusted his tie, giving the black-clad vagabond ample time to speak his mind. On the surface the gentleman appeared calm and collected. Still, sharp eyes could’ve noticed that every now and then he oh so carefully inched backwards. If he had any say in the matter, he would’ve kept that troublesome stranger as far away as possible. First rule of theft... Don’t get caught. At least this man didn’t look like a marine and thus probably wouldn’t try to arrest him on the spot. Silver linings.
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Crew Position : Captain (Former)
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Thu Jul 14, 2016 10:16 pm

"APOLOGIES, MAXWELL.”
”I'm sorry for having taken so long to reply to your post. I have now completed my character's techniques, along with all of the other stuff required for a complete character, and should now be able to post replies very quickly for the most part. Apologies for any inconvenience, and I hope you haven't lost interest in the thread.”

The gaze of the man-in-black pierced through the crowd, landing aggressively upon the man-in-the-suit’s. However, from his peripheral vision, and the obvious murmurings, he could tell that any confrontation with this audience may lead to unwanted results. The man had his own reasons to keep himself under the radar, and he could not risk losing that anonymity, even for a pouch of gold. But, he considered the consequences of losing that gold, and he could think of nothing decent. And so, he decided to change his approach.

Rather than accusing the man with his suspicions outright, he started walking towards him with a relaxed posture, doing his best to not raise any alarms among the spectators. ”Ah yes, you sir! I’d like to buy you a drink! I’m sure you’d love one!” He spoke these words to his target with an obviously fake smile, his irritation pouring through the corners of his lips, and his temples, as they twitched. However, to the busy audience, the show was over. No one wished to waste time on some idiot asking a stranger out for a drink. ”What a moron, drinking this time of the day,” said one of the passers-by, before he shook his head and walked on.

The man-in-black’s gaze remained fierce, and did not flinch away from the man in the suit. He wanted to be very clear of his suspicion towards him, allowing him no doubt as to his intentions of avenging himself. The man may have been playing the innocent, but the man-in-black had enough confidence in himself, that he would not allow the pouch to be stolen from under his nose, unless the thief had made actual contact with him as pretense. And since he had left the bank, only the man in the suit fit that description.

And so, he walked until he was standing right in front of the gentleman, if the gentleman had not moved. Towering above him with almost four feet of an advantage in height, he loomed over the moustached man, his fake smile showing teeth. ”Start walking,” he said under his breath, barely loud enough for the other man to hear him. If the man-in-the-suit were to obey, the man-in-black would start leading him from behind through the crowded street, nudging him if a turn was to be made.

His aim was to, indeed, go to a tavern. But, it was certainly not with the intention of buying the man a drink.


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Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Fri Jul 15, 2016 6:27 am

Much to the devious doctor’s surprise, the stranger actually offered to treat him a round. Must’ve been the famous Alabastan hospitality. For a moment there he even dared to breathe easy. "Ah, my generous friend, while I would love to take up your offer, I have important matters... to... uh..." He trailed off as he realized the unnerving truth. That wasn’t a friendly smile. No, that wasn’t a smile at all. Unfortunately, a polite refusal was not really an option.

Maxwell managed to take one step backwards before his shaking knees stopped cooperating. The cigarette slipped from his mouth and hit the sand with a lonely sizzle. Only now it fully occurred to the crook just how massive of a man he had crossed. Just by one glance he could tell that imposing frame must’ve measured at nearly 10 feet and well over 500 pounds. He was effectively a twig next to him and would snap like one too if he got careless. Swallowing that big clump of fear, he offered a weak grin and a strained mutter to match it.

"...well, if you insist."

Thus the criminal reluctantly followed the command. Every shove elicited an involuntary squeak, something reminiscent of a rodent. Or a chew toy. All the while he was wracking his brain trying to find a way out before it was too late. See, he knew this particular scheme by heart. A seemingly friendly stranger offer would lead the unwitting target to a secluded place where he, or his dozen buddies, would rob and beat the victim half-dead. The half part was optional, of course.

Suddenly Richard piped up in his usual amiable tone. He had figured a plan, see? "Ah, but how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Anthony Chopper. Just Tony between friends. We are friends, right? Right. Absolutely." Despite saying that, he didn’t dare even glance at his so-called friend. Every few seconds his fingers reached for his neck. For some reason, the tie just wouldn’t feel comfortable.

Without so much as taking a breath, the motor mouth continued his blabbing. "Speaking of friends, a funny coincidence actually, I arrived to Alabasta to meet a dear friend of mine, a Marine Captain, very important and powerful man." Lying through his teeth he was, as always. Fortunately, very few knew his true identity. By wonderful luck, the photo on his bounty poster hadn’t actually caught his face. So he was free to weave a story that people even remotely familiar with him wouldn’t have bought in a million years. "We’ve known each other for ages. I’m sure he would be awfully upset if something were to happen to me. Eh heheh..." It didn’t come out as nonchalant as he’d liked, but hopefully the fellow would get the hint.

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Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Fri Jul 15, 2016 5:14 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”


The man-in-black’s steps remained heavy, tailing the man-in-the-suit with a determined gait, after having threatened him into a stroll. The man-in-black noticed the hesitation in the shorter man’s voice as he reluctantly marched ahead. But, fortunately enough, the man had not outright resisted, leading the man-in-black into a chase.

The man, strangely enough, managed to put a convincing smile on his face as he introduced himself. Though his aversion from eye contact was rather suspicious. But, that was no admission of guilt. Not that the man-in-black needed a confession, as he was bloody certain he had the right man.

To further the mind-games that the man-in-the-suit may have been playing, the man-in-black decided to put on a wide smile, this time more genuine and relaxed than the one he had when he'd invited his walking companion for "a drink". "Oh yes, Tony-san, we will make for great friends.” Not returning the courtesy of sharing a name, the man-in-black’s kind smile turned into a sly and mocking one.

Having heard the tale of the man-in-the-suit, Tony as he called himself, about how he was visiting a Marine Captain in Alabasta, the man-in-black burst out laughing, stopping dead in his tracks while keeping a firm grasp on Tony’s shoulder with his robotic hand. ”Gahahahaha! Your friend must be here on vacation then, Tony-san, seeing as how there are no Marine bases or outposts in Alabasta.”

The man-in-black had visited Nanohana many times before, and knew very well that the Navy and the World Government had very little influence in Alabasta, despite the Alabasta Kingdom being a member of the World Government. And one of the few reasons why he could walk around leisurely, without much concern for being recognized as an outlaw, was because Marines did not occupy the cities or the countryside. He did not wonder why. Water was scarce and dirt was plentiful in Alabasta, and that was enough reason for any normal man, woman or child to want to be as far away from the place, if they had not grown up in such misery.

They were now standing in a more isolated street. The buildings around this bend were ill-maintained, and only shady folks lurked outdoors, sitting on broken porches and smoking heaven-knows-what in their makeshift pipes. The man-in-black continued in his snarky tone from earlier, ”Maybe we should invite your friend for a drink. You can tell him all about your new mate, but more importantly, about how you have been misbehaving.” The clever smirk disappeared from his face, replaced by an angry frown. He held out his right hand, while glaring violently at the well-dressed man, his grasp on the man's shoulder still firm. He was done playing games. He had somewhere to be, and time was as valuable as that bag of green. ”Or you can return my belongings, and we’ll let it go.”

The man-in-black had kept his robotic hand clamped on Tony's shoulder for two reasons. One was, as he would expect, to keep him from attempting escape, and the second was to keep him from transforming, if he had such power. The man-in-black's robotic finger-tips were made of sea prism stone, which would weaken a Devil Fruit user, and possibly disallow the use of his powers entirely. The hand on the shoulder was as much a test of Tony's powers, as it was an open denial of escape.

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Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : --
Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 55
Experience Points : 5570
Bounty : 74,000,000
Berries : 3,130,000
Posts : 71

PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 16, 2016 10:19 am

As the realization sank in, Richard’s trembling grew worse. The cocky kidnapper wasn’t buying his subtle threat, not one bit. One of his favorite reasons for visiting the desert kingdom had just ruined his masterful escape plan. Wonderful. "Oh, yes, vacation... Alabasta is such a scenic and memorable location after all... with friendly folk like you around..." Sarcasm dripped from his mutters as they entered the lonely street. Though this was the kind of place he frequented during his visits, there were no friendly faces here. Then again... No witnesses either...

What was with this vagrant anyway? It had been bothering the crook for a while now, the nagging feeling that he had forgotten something. That hand squeezing onto his shoulder certainly wasn’t human. It wouldn’t even budge no matter how he tried to slip free between the steps. He flinched at the accusation, losing his flimsy smile. Again his fingers tugged the tie, trying to relieve the suffocating sensation. Time was running out.

Now, this was the point where most criminals would’ve asked themselves if the meager money was truly worth the trouble. Richard, however, was not like most criminals. His gaze zipped between the vicious scowl and the demanding hand. "Ahah... L-look, friend, I have no idea what you are talking about, I swear..." Second rule of theft... If caught, deny everything. He had stolen that money pouch fair and square, and he wasn’t about to just hand it over. After all, he had been through worse, right? Right.

The trembling rat squirmed within the tight grip, squeaking more lies in attempt to buy time. "Are you absolutely sure you have not mistaken me for someone else? I am but a humble doctor here to help the poor and unfortunate." If this fellow was even half as humane as he pretended, maybe fishing for few pity points would lower his guard. Anything was worth a shot at this point. "Of all the people out there, why would I take your coin purs-?" Reflexively his hand clamped over his mouth, as if that would somehow undo the slip of tongue. Far too late.

Sweating bullets, Richard lost what little composure he had left. His free hand left his mouth to flail wildly as he tried his hardest to defuse the situation. "W-wait, waitwaitwait, wait just a minute... Let’s not get hasty here..." His apologetic tone sounded almost genuine. Almost. Carefully his trembling fingers slipped between his coat lapels. "Silly me, I just remembered I actually do have something for you..." With a sudden swipe, he pulled out his trusty Luger, a simple yet sleek pistol, and aimed it at the vagabond’s heart. "...a bullet with your name on it, friend." But hesitation flashed on his features. ...For an entirely wrong reason. "Well, I... didn’t actually catch your name, but... Eh, you know what I mean." Even he was getting sidetracked by all this chattering.

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Name : Gray Starks
Epithet : The Conqueror (Formerly "Black Fist")
Age : 49
Race : Cyborg
Faction : Yonkou (Former)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Former)
Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
Willpower (WP) : 600
Level : 100
Experience Points : 10000
Bounty : 2,500,000,000
Berries : 25,000,000,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 16, 2016 12:33 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”



There was little doubt in the man-in-black’s mind that Tony was trying to weasel his way out of a misused bluff. But, for a brief moment, the suited man had him nearly believing his claim of being a mere doctor, on an altruistic mission to save lives. It was interesting how his voice could tell such convincing lies, while his nervous expressions betrayed the truth behind every word he spewed out.

But, all it took was that one slip of the tongue. Any lingering hesitation that the man-in-black may have had, about possibly threatening an innocent man, was wiped completely. A satisfied smirk invaded his mouth, rejoicing his victory over the accusation. However, regardless of his success in catching the thief after-the-act, the man-in-black hoped to settle it peacefully. But the tone that Tony was taking after his blunder, only seemed to mimic compliance. As Tony’s hand slid into his pocket to retrieve his “gift”, the man-in-black’s eyes tracked it attentively. And the moment he noticed the butt of a pistol being unsheathed from behind the layer of his coat, the man-in-black’s right hand quickly swiped in between them, attempting to grab the pipe of the pistol in order to move its target off of his own body.

If he were to successfully divert the pistol’s aim, the man-in-black’s smirk would only widen. He would then go on to chuckle contemptuously, and shake his head. ”Oh you really shouldn’t have done that, Doctor Chopper. And I get the feeling you wouldn’t have, if only you knew my name.” But, the man-in-black did not care to disclose his identity. At least not to someone he so clearly could not trust. The man-in-black, with his right hand still firmly grasping at the pistol’s pipe, would now release Tony’s shoulder from his robotic arrest, and then quickly cock his left arm back, before launching it towards Tony’s face. However, he would pull his punch just enough to leave the man barely conscious, if it was to hit him.

[Laundry Day]

If the punch was landed successfully, it would send the smaller man flying and spinning vertically ten meters back along the thoroughfare, landing in the dirty sand in nothing but his undergarments. This attack would cause his clothes to strip themselves off of him as he jetted through the air. And then, the man-in-black would start walking towards the scattered clothes, emptying every pocket he could find in search of his valuables. And in this expedition, if he were to run into any other items, he would ponder over them while inquiring without expecting an answer, ”Does even a single one of these things belong to you? Or did you steal it all?”


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Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
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Level : 55
Experience Points : 5570
Bounty : 74,000,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 16, 2016 3:16 pm

It was approximately three seconds after pulling out the gun that Richard came to regret his decision. Not the fastest he’d ever done that, as her ex-wife firmly held the top spots still, but among the top ten nonetheless. The weapon was showed aside like nothing. His eyes bulged and jaw dropped in breathless disbelief.

The startled crook never had a chance of dodging the punch, even if he fancied himself quick on his feet. He was launched twirling away, leaving behind a cascade of clothing. From his pockets sprayed more than few wallets and watches, along with jewelry belonging to the more feminine gender. However, scattered among them were vials and syringes filled with colorful liquids. Fortunately for both of them, the mysterious concoctions landed on soft sand and stayed intact. Of course, the main prize was there as well, the modest money purse, dropping out of his pants pocket and landing at the end of the item trail.

About ten meters and a light thud later, the crook regained his senses, for the most part anyway. The world was spinning and a pool of deep crimson was forming beneath his face. Concussion, hemorrhage, a possible nasal fracture... He winced at just a light touch of the swelling nose. Definitely a fracture. A tiny sliver of luck had let his suitcase land right next to him. It opened with a comforting click, revealing a huge selection of medical supplies within. Right now, he only needed the brown bottle of antiseptic, a plastic support and some gauze. If the punchy stranger was paying attention, he would’ve briefly seen a master of medical craft in action. Swift and precise, his hands danced faster than average eyes could follow. In mere seconds he had the nose bandaged and the bleeding plugged.

[Bandage]

Working through the throbbing pain, Richard closed the suitcase and swayed up. The quick fix was just cosmetic at this point. Another hit like that and he was down for good. He needed to come up with yet another plan. "Sheesh... What did I do to deserve that...?" It was a rhetorical question in its purest form. He knew exactly what he had done. Whether he had deserved it, however, was always up to debate. As far as he was concerned, he was simply an entrepreneur trying to make a living in this harsh world. Was that so wrong?

While the vagabond was going through the scattered items, the doctor remained on guard. His quivering knees betrayed the brave front he was trying to put up. Not that the lanky man looked especially formidable to begin with in his green, beli symbol decorated boxers. On one hand, he often said he’d rather die than part with his hard-earned loot, but on the other hand this inhuman... thing... might actually kill him. Trembling intensified at the mere thought.

However, even deathly afraid the rat couldn’t resist voicing a retort. "Ahem, I’ll have you know nobody can prove those valuables weren’t honestly gained. So, by all means, rummage through my hard-earned belongings some more, why don’t you? It’s not like I have anything left to hide..." If sarcasm had been tangible, his would’ve stained the ground at his feet. Some would’ve argued that sassing a man who had just sent him flying with a single punch wasn’t wise, but Richard figured it hardly mattered. If this fellow wanted him dead... Well... There wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it, was there?

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Jul 17, 2016 11:53 am

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”...THINK I AM?”


The man-in-black continued to rummage through the scattered items, squinting at the vials and syringes that had fallen unshattered, safely cushioned by the small dunes of sand. He eyed the feminine jewelry that lay, shining from the desert sand, frowning towards the bloody man. But, when his head had turned towards the thief, he was surprised to see the wound that he’d no doubt left him, already bandaged and on the mend. His eyebrows shot up, as he inquired curiously, ”So, you weren’t lying about the doctor bit, huh?” Just then, his eye caught on to the pouch of money that he had been searching for, recognizing it by the sigil of the Desert’s Wealth bank: a gold coin transforming into sand, or the other way around, as the bankers would have their clients believe.

A relieved smile revealed itself on his lips, as he sighed, shaking his head just barely. He squatted down to more closely examine the pouch, before turning his gaze towards Tony again. The smile of relief transformed into a smirk of triumph. ”Oh they’re your hard-earned belongings, are they? If you pick-pocketing me counts as hard work, then me punching you should count as harder work, no? I think I deserve to be paid for this hard work you put me through. And I’ll be charging you exactly two hundred and fifty thousand berries for it.” He said this while picking up the pouch off the sand, slapping off any residual grains of dirt that may have stuck to it, before tying it to his belt in its rightful place.

Having retrieved his debt, he diverted his attention towards Tony’s newly discovered skills. He had set off towards Nanohana for a reason, and that money had been an important part of it. However, the man-in-black had now found himself a possible alternate means to solve his problem. He looked towards the man in his undergarments, who tried to wear his garb with false pride, even in his state. And having let this sorry image sink in, the man-in-black burst out laughing. ”Bahahahahaha! Put on your clothes, Doctor Tony. And tell me, do you only fix broken and bloody noses, or do you have any experience with exotic diseases as well?” The man-in-black had never been one to hold grudges. And after having avenged himself, it was all the more reason for him to move on from the fact that he had been slighted. He had found a man who may very well be the cure to his ailment, depending on his willingness.

He began to walk towards the injured man while picking up only his clothes, leaving any items that may have fallen on the sand to simply bask in the burning sunlight. He handed him his garments, nodding affirmatively, while waiting for the man to respond to his query.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Jul 17, 2016 2:55 pm

Two hundred and fifty thousand... The number stung like a needle. Richard could imagine the pouch growing tiny wings and happily flapping out of his reach. He would’ve gotten a lot of handy ingredients with that money, or a nice suit... Such a shame. However, he wasn’t foolish enough to risk his life again for that pouch. He learned from his mistakes, see? That’s how he stayed in business when others got caught.

While the huge fellow seemed to mellow, the crook wasn’t about to drop his guard so easily. He didn’t hold a grudge, no, just a healthy amount of distrust. This man was hiding something, he just knew it. The sudden laughter made him jump back, his hands reflexively searching for the weapons they couldn’t reach. So imagine his surprise when the enemy didn’t move to finish him off, but rather had the courtesy to pick up his scattered outfit. Briefly his quizzical stare zipped back and forth between the seemingly friendly smile and the extended offer. What sort of nasty plan was this foe plotting?

The wary doctor snatched the clothes from the vagrant and backed away, one, two, three steps. Even while dressing, he constantly shot suspicious glances at the man, never leaving him out of sight for longer than few seconds. Between the swift motions, however, he managed to find his smile again, a sharp little grin gleaming with unusual confidence. "Heh, there is no disease I haven’t seen, no illness I couldn’t cure." His former colleagues may not have admitted it, not publicly at least, but he was considered among the best for a reason. There wasn’t much wrong in the world his mixtures couldn’t fix.

It was a matter of mere moments before the criminal was fully dressed again. Nothing taught efficiency like a life of crime. He tugged the brim of his hat down and voiced a question in return. "Why do you ask, stranger? If you are suffering from something, hm, exotic..." He paused for a moment to sweep an analytic gaze over the fellow. "...then you hide the symptoms well. Looking healthy as a horse, as they say." It was simply idle curiosity, a fleeting spark of interest at the topic of diseases. He had little reason to actually help the man, but if chatting about it kept those fists off his face, at the very least he would politely play along.

While chatting, the shivering rat carefully inched around the imposing stranger. His goal was to casually collect the rest of his belongings, starting with the mysterious vials and syringes. The common folk had no idea what they could do. That was his advantage. If he wasn’t interrupted, the dropped items would’ve vanished one by one into his numerous visible and hidden pockets.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Mon Jul 18, 2016 5:37 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”


It had been a long journey to Alabasta from his previous stop, especially since he walked the entire way. Walking across half the world, even at his pace, can take quite a long time. And the weather and the dwellers of the sea did not always tolerate his intrusion. The reason why he had to abruptly end his stay in his previous location was due to an urgent call for help.

The man-in-black had returned to Alabasta to save a life. But, he did not have the ability to help in the manner that he would have liked to. The pouch of cash was not his first option. His initial choice had been to reach out to an old acquaintance, who had unparalleled skills in the medical field. However, circumstances did not avail him of that option, as he found out that the man he sought had already passed. All his other contacts in the medical profession were too far off for him to reach them in time. And even if he had, there was no certainty that he could convince them to accompany him. Hence, he had brought with him what little money he had in his pocket, which would be the fee for a local doctor.

He did not feel at all comfortable with this decision, as he knew very well that he had been contacted for external help. The money he had may not have been nearly enough for an advanced treatment, even from a local doctor. But, regardless, he hoped to convince one on behalf of the family he wished to help.

And now was his chance. He had met a man, though entirely dubious and untrustworthy, who was clearly a talented medic. The man-in-black may not have believed in fate as much as he would’ve liked to, but even he could not let a chance like this pass by. However, his main concern was how he would convince that man into helping him for nothing in return. The doctor was clearly a self-centered and egotistical man, judging by how arrogantly he spoke of his skills. Or perhaps it was well-earned pride. Either way, the man-in-black could not afford to make a half-hearted plea, if he was to ask for his help.

And so, his superior and snarky demeanor reversed entirely, as he dropped to his knees and bowed his head, slamming his forehead into the sand while his hand jammed the coin purse to his side. His tone in the words that followed was of a man that begged for life. But, it was not his own life that he was begging for. ”My name is Gray Starks. I’m not the carrier of this disease. Someone I cannot allow to die is the one who needs treatment. They don’t live far from here; only a few hours’ walk along the coast, in a village. If you really are as skilled as you say, and are willing to take a look, I promise to entirely forget this whole incident, and will even let you keep this money.” His voice shook just slightly, and his gaze remained fixed on the sand below him, as he questioned his own sanity for begging the same man for help who he had just punched in the face only minutes ago. But more than that, he questioned the wisdom of having revealed his identity, only hoping that four years had been long enough for his name to have faded from memory.


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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Jul 19, 2016 7:54 am

Every piece of loot Richard managed to retrieve soothed his greedy soul. Soon, there was not a trace of evidence left. Even the gun was quietly holstered under his coat. Now, all he needed was a plan, an excuse to slip away from this violent vagrant. But the plotting was suddenly sunk by the single most unexpected torpedo. As a doctor he had seen that plenty of times before, from poor beggars to common citizens and even haughty nobles. The fear of what one couldn’t combat quickly brought people to their knees. Truth to be told, he didn’t fully understand why anyone would beg for a life other than their own.

Baffled beyond belief, the doctor cocked a curious brow at the sudden role reversal. "...Pardon?" It took a moment for the criminal to fully process the whole story, letting it echo in the depths of his mind. Someone deathly ill... Few hours away... Money... One detail in particular caught his attention. The name. Gray... Starks... Slowly the new knowledge seeped into the cracks in his memory, restoring a ruined picture into a pristine condition. That particular imaginary snapshot featured a newspaper from roughly four years ago, celebrating the fall of a dreaded pirate crew. And on the front page had been the photo of their captain...

The instant the realization sank in, Richard recoiled in sheer horror. Cold sweat crawled down his skin. "N-no... It can’t be... Th-they said you were dead..." He barely managed to wheeze the whisper past the suffocating fear. All of a sudden he felt so very small, like a flea standing before a giant. His common sense was screaming at him, telling him to run far, far away. This was a perfectly good reason to panic.

However...

Instead of flaunting might or fame, the terrifying man was in fact bowing his head, begging for help. The crook cupped his chin, carefully contemplating his choices. Running now would risk upsetting one of the strongest beings in the world, an extremely poor choice for anyone really. Furthermore, his nose twitched at the unmistakable scent of opportunity~ Life was the most precious thing, no? So, if he played his cards right, he could have an immensely powerful pawn eternally in his debt. Surely just being buddies with the mighty Yonkou would make him untouchable. Heavens opened to cast a white spotlight on him while a choir of angels sung a hymn of fortune. Yes, this had to be his lucky day!

Pushing personal perceptions aside, the doctor returned to reality. Subtly the shivering ended, the smile returned and the swirls in his eyes started bearing uncanny resemblance to a certain symbol of wealth. "My friend... I think we can put our differences behind us. For mutual benefit, of course." He carefully reached out to reclaim the coin purse. If the deceptively powerful vagabond didn’t interfere, he would’ve taken a moment to admire the sigil, most pleased that his new client also understood the value of paying up front. "This should do nicely, but if the case turns out be... challenging... there might be, shall we say, additional costs. Medicine can be quite expensive. I’m sure you understand." His boundless greed was buried within polite phrasing.

"Ah, but we can work out the details later, no? For now, let’s just say that we have a deal."

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:26 am

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”


There was very little Gray would plant his head in the dirt for; especially before a man whom he did not entirely respect. But, he was not the kind of person to hold back when he did indeed bow before someone. His sudden request was likely already pathetic enough for the man before him to overcome much of the dread Gray had imposed upon him earlier. There was no reason then, for Gray to try to maintain any sense of pride, which could wrongly come off as arrogance.

The honey-drenched words that came out of Doctor Tony’s mouth lacked a core in their sincerity, or so Gray felt from the man’s attitude. But, what Gray could not mistake was the slight hesitation he had spotted in the doctor’s response, when he had revealed his name. Gray was nearly certain the man, now back in his dusty suit, had recognized his name. And the greedy monkey seemed like the type who would use acquaintance with infamy to his advantage some day.

When the doctor accepted Gray’s request, despite adding a term to the proposed contract, Gray happily raised his head, a genuine smile painted on his relieved face. He did not provide a shred of resistance when the doctor retrieved the coin purse from his hold, but he had little doubt that the man would fabricate an excuse to charge him a fortune in “additional costs”, as the wealth within that purse was likely not nearly enough for the man who oozed ambition and avarice. But, that did not matter to him, as long as the doctor had the ability to save the life that he was indebted to. Gray then rose from the dirt, grains of sand stubbornly clinging to his forehead. He wiped the dirt above his brows with the back of his right arm, before flicking the sand away. And then, after slapping his hands together twice to be rid of the remaining dirt, he offered a reaffirming handshake with his fleshy-hand to seal the deal. ”I will be eternally grateful for your services, and I promise to make it worth your while, if you manage to succeed in this endeavor.”

Regardless of whether the doctor would accept the handshake, Gray would then reverse his direction, beginning the trek towards their new destination. As they would exit the dirty neighborhood, Gray would hear some doors closing, making him wonder if anyone in the vicinity had eavesdropped on the revelation of his identity. But, even if they had, Gray did not give any credence to their ability of making this fact known to the world without the world believing it to be fiction.

As the pair would now plow slowly through the crowded outskirts of Nanohana, Gray would initiate small talk with his companion. ”So, Doctor Chopper, what did you really come to Nanohana for?” A slight mocking smirk had returned to his face, thoroughly suspecting the man’s story about him visiting a vacationing marine.
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Jul 24, 2016 3:11 am

Hook... Line... And sinker. Much to the criminal’s barely concealed glee, the vagabond swallowed the deal without a question. Naturally he accepted the handshake without a moment of hesitation. People put a lot of value in the simple yet symbolic gesture after all. "I’m sure you will~" Crooked as he was, he would keep his end of the deal. ...As long as the deal was good, of course. A large part of him wanted to assert his expertise, but he wasn’t Richard Maxwell, the world-class doctor, right now. No, he was just 'Tony', a traveling man of medicine. "Worry not, my friend. I’ll do everything I can." Retrieving the suitcase, he followed the lead.

Whilst they walked, the gentleman reached into his pocket and dug out a pristine pack of cigarettes, quite an expensive brand too. Shortly after, a click, a spark and a flicker of flame left behind a soft red glow. He could feel the trail of smoke carrying his lingering worries away. Over the years he had come to appreciate long strolls like this one. They gave him ample time to unwind and plot out his next scheme. Much better than constantly being on the run, certainly.

Upon hearing the sudden question, the rat feigned fleeting surprise. "Well now... You make it sound like I am hiding something." There was no mistaking that sort of smug smile, the Yonkou didn’t buy his story. It did raise a question... Just how much did that dangerous man actually know and how much was mere guesswork?

After a short pause, the devious doctor let out a sigh filled with gray haze. "Fine. The truth then..." He was well aware of the irony in someone like him using the word so casually. Very few people could get anything even remotely close to that out of him directly. "In all honesty, this is more of a personal calling, really. I travel the world, seek out poor, unfortunate souls and offer them my services. Thus I ended up on Nanohana. People here desperately need someone to look after them, see?" He let his gaze wander among the dusty rabble, as if he actually cared about any of them.

Of course, the truth was very much the opposite. Recently the long claw of law had brushed a little too close for comfort, forcing the criminal to pull a hasty retreat from Pucci. Such a shame too. The Gourmet Island had proven to be full people with more riches than wits, not to even mention all the wonderful food. Still, this lovely arid island suited him fine as well. It was the perfect place to wait until the heat died down. None of that he would admit out loud, of course.

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
Willpower (WP) : 600
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Jul 30, 2016 6:54 pm

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”...THINK I AM?”


No matter how hard the doctor tried to sound sincere regarding his altruistic motives for being in Alabasta, Gray could not swallow a word of it without suspecting its authenticity. And he did not veil his doubts with pleasantries, even if it would have been wiser to shower the doctor with flattery in order to solicit his unrestrained services. ”Gahahaha. I don’t think I’ve ever been pick-pocketed before by a man who was on such a selfless mission.”

He looked towards Tony with a calm smile on his face, accented with a gaze that oozed sarcasm. ”It’s an insult to your own being when you pretend to be someone you’re not. Own up to your faults, Doctor Chopper. Very few people are truly so selfless in this world, and those who are, often meet unfortunate ends. I’m sure you value your life too much to meet such an end.” His voice betrayed signs of a threat, even if he didn’t intend to make it so. This threat however, did not originate from him. It was more a warning to the deceptive doctor, on behalf of the entire world. Most of those whom Gray had known to have used deception as a close ally, had perished in the most gruesome ordeals, had they not the strength to face them head-on.

As they shuffled through the streets, Gray paid mind to every slight movement that the doctor made outside of his expectations, still doubtful of his promise. However, he maintained a nonchalant posture, not allowing his watchful eye to become obvious. The black cloak he wore over his shoulders flapped and fluttered behind him like a flag, as another strong gust of wind blew over the city, bringing an unexpected noise along with it.

”Purupurupurupurupuru. Purupuru-kaccha” It was a transponder snail that accessorized his robotic arm, appearing from within its containment inside the arm at the press of a button. ”Gray-san! Gray-san! It’s my mama, she just vomited blood. Where are you?!” Gray’s brows furrowed tightly into a frown, and his teeth grit hard against each other, showing a frustrated scowl. He yelled out in response, not caring if it disturbed the neighboring citizens. ”Hold on Ojas! I’ve got a great doctor with me that’ll know what to do. Just stay by her side for a few more hours. We’re on our way from Nanohana now!” The transponder snail then retreated back into his arm, leaving no signs of its existence. Gray now frantically glanced around his surroundings, before his eyes stopped on a pair of saddled camels, hitched to a water trough outside of an ornamented rug shop. He turned to Tony and forced a smile, his concern still apparent. ”Since you’re no stranger to theft, how about becoming my partner-in-crime?” Without waiting for a response, he sprinted to the camels and lead them quickly by their bridles after unhitching them. The camels bleated and stomped in retaliation at first, but a firm glare from Gray’s eyes tamed them almost entirely, causing them to obediently canter after him.

He handed the reins of one of the camels, with a creamy brown coat and drool hanging from its mouth, to Tony, while he climbed on top of the other. The quickness with which he hijacked the camels drew the attention of passers-by, doubtlessly spawning suspicion in their minds. However, he ignored the reactions of anyone around him. Whether the doctor would accept the reins without hesitation or not, he would then jump onto his camel, who wore a droopy green shade of a coat, and had entirely unfocused eyes. He then kicked off, whipping the reins, while digging his heels lightly into the large animal’s side. The camel rushed through the crowd, splitting it in half as it moaned and stumbled incoherently through the sandy streets of Nanohana. Gray aimed to approach the docks to the south, before turning east towards the village, deciding to follow the more beaten path this time.

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Attack (ATK) : 225
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Jul 31, 2016 9:01 am

Cold shivers crawled down the crook’s neck. His whole frame stiffened under the fear. He took a deeper drag of the soothing smoke, desperately trying to keep his fragile nerves together. Even still, he insisted on denying all the suspicions. "I’m afraid I have no idea what you are implying, friend..." He knew a threat when he heard one, but he couldn’t let that show. Otherwise he would be the one swindled, cheated and blackmailed. This vagrant couldn’t fool him with some half-hearted lecture. People... like the two of them for instance... were all the same, see? Rotten to the core.

Breathing out a long stream of gray, the criminal voiced his thoughts. "Riiiight... Because honesty has never backfired on anyone." He had seen enough of the world to know that honest citizens never got far. Prancing around spewing truths was just an invitation for a million knives on the back. "After all, it’s not like the world will somehow turn every fact, truth and grain knowledge against you." He aimed a knowing look at the large man, his words and his tone weaving two opposing stories. One had to merely glance between the lines. "The Government especially would never resort to such underhanded tactics." For a moment his smile sharpened and eyes gleamed, the kind of sly, devilish look of a man making a point.

"Wouldn’t you agree?"

When the strange traveler received the sudden call, the doctor paid close attention. Eavesdropping was a bad habit, perhaps, but also a handy one. Like right now he could glean out information regarding his patient. Every little detail helped narrow down the possibilities and save time on the scene. His gaze strayed onto the horizon, focusing at nothing in particular. Swirling, bubbling, like liquid in a flask, his thoughts ran in his mind. Hematemesis was a drastic symptom, highly lethal if left untreated, limiting causes to very specific syndromes, strains of virus, parasitic contagion... His eyes narrowed. ...or poison. He would know for sure when he saw the patient.

Snapping out of the medical mindset, the criminal blinked at the sudden change in plans. "...Pardon?" Dumbfounded, he caught the reins and watched his so-called partner-in-crime suddenly take off. For the record, he could’ve voiced a hundred reasons for why this was a terrible idea. Unfortunately there was no time for that and he had to either go with the flow or get caught in the chaos. The choice was obvious.

Richard just needed one look at the unsteady animal dripping drool to draw his conclusions. Considering their location, the obvious answer was stinging his nose even now. "Oh great... These dumb creatures have been sniffing far too much fragrance fumes... But I’m sure that won’t come back to bite us anytime soon..." He tossed his suitcase onto the beast’s back and wrapped some stray straps around the handle. In his haste, however, he secured the leather far too quickly and the suitcase slipped, slamming against the camel’s hide. The crook only managed to lift a brow as the tangled reins suddenly tightened around his arm. "What the-? BUWAAAARGHBLHBLHBLH!" Such was the majestic sound of a gentleman gracefully sliding across the sand as his brave steed charged forth towards a new adventure. Or something along those lines.

Through sheer stubborn will, the criminal managed to claw his way onto the saddle and grab the reigns properly. Spitting sand, he rattled out a rapid string of polite excuses. "Excuse me, pardon me, medical emergency, coming through!" It came out with perfect cadence, a collection he had practiced well in numerous escapes. Polite demeanor opened all sorts of paths. This particular one led to the docks and into the east. Eventually the wildly flailing animal caught up to the rider leading the way. The rat could only hang onto his hat and glare daggers at the vagrant.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Nov 06, 2016 5:03 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”
The incoherence in the camel’s sprint had entirely been overlooked by Gray as they hurried clumsily through the afternoon market traffic. His eyes and humour were instead drawn by another’s lack of coordination. As the doctor was hilariously dragged through the roasting dirt, he couldn’t help but let out a roaring guffaw, his eyes darting between the bungling rider and the pedestrians in front of him. But, he was noticeably impressed to see the doctor quickly reverse his predicament by invading a proper stance and deftly adjusting himself in the ill-mannered saddle.

As they exited the market, the camel’s quick-paced canter matured into a full gallop, piers of the docks whizzing by to their right as their heading honed sharply towards the east. As their path now lacked many obstacles, his head turned halfway towards his tail as he spoke. ”Allow me to at least name you a few symptoms of your patient that I’ve been informed of.” He tilted his head, spitting out a few ends of his hair that the wind blew into his mouth whilst speaking. ”When the child first contacted me, he had claimed his mother had fainted suddenly, and had noticed her skin yellowing slightly. Later, they also noticed swelling of her legs, and occasional pain when urinating.” He sighed as his expression turned grim. ”I’d seen similar symptoms before in a friend of mine many years ago. But, I couldn’t save him in time. I can’t let that happen with this woman, Tony. Don’t pull any punches when treating her; I’ll know if you do.” His gaze turned into a firm glare, before he turned it forward again, kicking his heels into the sloppy camel as it stumbled along the deepening sand.

The camel, this whole time, had been leaving a trail of saliva in the air as its tongue hung out of its mouth gawkily. It mooed and grunted pointlessly, as if only for the sake of making noise. But, it never resisted Gray’s prodding as he hurried it across the desolate dunes that they were now entering. The coast remained close to their right, but with enough distance for the parching heat to defeat the pleasant breeze of the sea.

After an interim of silence, where he may have been paying attention to any preliminary theories the doctor might’ve had, he recalled their previous conversation, responding to Tony’s final words before they were interrupted. His eyes remained fixated forward, his confession targeting his companion regardless. ”You are right, y’know. No one is the hero of their own story. The world doesn’t care to see your attitude towards it before dealing its will. Most of us live a meaningless existence, running from one plate of food to another.” He turned his head again towards him, and smiled slightly. ”But, you could say I’m one of those fools who’d rather starve than steal another man’s plate. My conscience seems to have a bigger appetite.” He would likely sound hypocritical to the cynical doctor, and that impression would not entirely be false. After all, he was a criminal far removed from being a true altruist, considering his own past nefarious deeds.


A short while ago…
”We found him.” A tall and heavily robed man spoke rigidly into a transponder snail which had a metallic jaw and a piece of cloth across its left eye. His voice was muffled only slightly by the pig-faced mask he wore. His sharp eyes almost shined through the eye-holes in the mask. A smooth yet commanding voice responded through the snail. ”What’s his status?” The pig-faced man responded firmly. ”We spotted him just as he was bowing his head and offering a pouch, which looked like it contained money, to a man in a suit. We have reason to believe that the man was Richard Maxwell. A big-time surgeon, who was supposedly driven out for malpractice. He has a bounty of 74 million. Could be useful.”


The responding voice retained its authoritative nature. ”Capture the man without alerting the Conqueror. Do not engage Starks if you can avoid it. If you have no choice but to fight him, you stall him while Snake gets the other one. We need more information of his current status. If this doctor is a contact of his, find out what he knows. Dispose of him afterwards. Understood?” The robed man nodded obediently as he responded. ”Got it. We’ll rendezvous with Bear at the ship once we’ve captured the target and immediately set sail. I’ll contact you then.”

The pig-faced man turned to another robed man who wore a snake hood, shorter and much thinner than himself. The smaller man had stood beside him for the entire long-distance conversation. They simply nodded to each other and quickly vanished from their location, presumably chasing after their objective.
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Attack (ATK) : 225
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:49 pm

Managing to somehow keep the dumb animal under control, Richard clung onto the reins for dear life. He had never been particularly fond of animals... Too loud and unpredictable... But this creature he couldn't wait to ditch. To distract himself from the unsteady ride, he directed his attention onto the symptoms described. Every detail he learned now would save him time later, see? Fatigue and jaundice were distinct symptoms, narrowing down the possibilities quite nicely. In fact... Colorful knowledge bubbled in imaginary flasks, flowing through transparent tubes and condensing into conclusions.

After listening to the description, the doctor let out a heavy sigh. He tugged the brim of his hat lower, hiding his eyes beneath a forlorn shadow. "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you, my friend..." His cheery demeanor dampened, weighed down by the most serious tone. "What you just described sounds an awful lot like golden beetle fever, a rare and terrible disease... If not properly treated, it will surely prove fatal..." His eyes wandered ahead, looking at nothing in particular, searching for the right words. "Worse yet, the medicine for it is incredibly difficult to come by and often valued higher than gold and gems." The silence that followed was heavy, uncomfortable.

Allowing Gray a moment to boil in despair, Richard then poked his hat back into proper angle. Again that thin, confident smile slowly found its way on his lips. "However... As a well-traveled and well-prepared man, I just so happen to have some in my person. I'm perfectly willing to part with it for a good cause..." And the right price of course. But that part was never said out loud, only implied. Bringing people's hopes down and then lifting them back up was all part of the routine at this point, the hook to keep them in his grip. After all, who could question his expertise? Challenge his lies? Who would deny the demands he made under the guise of saving lives? No one.

With a carefree wave of hand, the crook brushed the heavy mood aside. "We can discuss the costs later, no? Our first priority is getting your dear friend cured. Then we can see to my compensation. I’m sure you'll find the fee... reasonable~" There was perhaps a prefix missing there somewhere. As a doctor, Richard Maxwell knew the value of human life. Often down to a berry.

Giving the vagabond a chance to speak his mind, the criminal meanwhile placed yet another stick of vice between his teeth. The two previous ones had suffered unfortunate accidents... Such a waste. Just a couple clicks of the silver lighter and again streaks of smoke soothed his soul. The more he listened, the more he came to realize... "Conscience, eh?" ...this man had to be an utter moron. There was an obvious meaning to existence: money. Everything else was just means to that end. Still, he humored the hypocrite for the sake of conversation. "It's an admirable way of looking at life, I suppose. Many people would much rather take than give." After all, goodwill didn't hold back hunger.

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Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Nov 08, 2016 4:52 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”

The hot desert wind blew sand along their path, quickly removing traces of their trail behind them as their footsteps faded from sight. ”Don’t patronize me, doctor.” Gray’s voice had regained much of its mocking and superior attitude. ”I may be a fool, but I’m certainly not misguided about what your views might be of the world. You don’t have to pretend to respect my thoughts just because you want my money.” He laughed snarkily at his own comment, being fully aware of his condescension.

He had known too many men who had gone as low as licking his boots simply to take advantage of his status. Such was the curse of the strong. But, the experiences were certainly not in vain, as they had practiced him with seeing the distinction between pretentious and genuine sympathy. In this case, the man who had stolen from him, and likely many others, had lied and attempted to cheat him; it was absurd to even consider the possibility that a single punch had changed the man’s beliefs. Gray knew well enough the price he would be asked to pay for his medical services would be far more valuable than the efforts or resources his services would require. But, the value of the life he meant to save would likely not be outmatched by whatever demands the doctor might make.

As the camels waded forward through the smothering wind, Gray’s eyes flashed to their feet. Sounds of sifting sand became more evident as he pulled on the reins, beckoning the senseless animal to stop. ”Shit.” Before the sand beneath them sank into the ground through a murky hole, he managed to murmur something that spared them the fall that awaited them, instead leaving them standing on thin air, or at least that’s how it would appear to anyone unfamiliar with Gray’s abilities.

[Pressure Basket]

He rubbed his forehead in disappointment of his own lack of awareness as he shook his head just slightly. ”Didn’t think they’d caught up to me here.” He spoke of the ominous “they” as if he half-expected the doctor to follow along his train of thought. The camels didn’t seem to panic despite the lack of tangible footing, likely hallucinating conditions far more forgiving in their drunken stupor. He turned to the doctor and smiled casually. ”You may want to leap off to solid ground before you fall into unreachable depths.”

Following his own advice, Gray leaped off onto the edge of the deepening hole, hoping the doctor would follow suit.

As they did so, a viper-hooded man emerged from within the sand, slithering out as if he were truly serpentine. He clapped his hands in mocking admiration as he stood a good 50 metres away from them, while another man roared from behind them, standing opposite to the snake-masked man. The second one was bigger, wearing a pig-like mask and a brown robe that fluttered with the wind. ”You were supposed to wait for my signal!” The comment clearly targeted the first mysterious stranger, but caused the snake-like man to only chuckle under his breath wryly. ”Still wouldn’t have worked.”

Gray was almost certain of the identity of these men, and he did not waste any time declaring his knowledge to the interrupting assailants. ”I’d have thought Cipher Pol would’ve sent someone more imposing after me.” The serpent-headed man spoke sharply to counter Gray’s remark. ”Who cares about you? We’re after him.” He smirked arrogantly as his finger pointed towards the doctor, whether he had been standing on the shifting ground, or still mounted on the dazed camel.
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Nov 09, 2016 2:35 pm

Another deep breath spread the calming sensation. Richard’s smile thinned. This stranger knew too much already. But... The deal was still good. No need to bail out just yet. "Ah, I meant no disrespect, my friend." Ever so polite, so suave, he offered his almost genuine apologies. Well... It wasn’t entirely false. He still respected the fellow. In a way. Even if Mr. Yonko was so fond of spouting nonsense. "I simply see things, shall we say, from a different angle." He directed his gaze towards the horizon thoughtfully. "Besides... there is more to life than just money..." Like gems. Gems were nice.

The line of thought was cut short by a sudden curse. Eyes bulging and jaw dropping, the crook stared at the sudden pitfall that appeared from nowhere. The gawking cost him the cigarette, yet again. He yanked the animal to a sudden stop and nearly fell off. Slowly his head creaked towards his all too nonchalant companion. "...They?" The crook tentatively echoed the odd comment, dearly hoping this was just another bad joke. No such luck.

Richard was the kind of man who didn’t need to be told twice. By the time Gray finished his sentence, the rat was already scurrying onto a safer spot with the beloved suitcase in tow. The hows and whys of walking on thin air hardly mattered to him at the moment. He just wanted solid sand under his feet. Much to the criminal’s increasing horror, something then crawled out of the whole. Another ominous figure blocked the escape route too. Lovely. Absolutely wonderful. This couldn’t possibly get any worse.

During the exchange, the rat’s eyes darted back and forth, desperately seeking a way out. It was just a tad difficult to concentrate on anything over the sound of internal screaming. He thought he had heard the dreaded name of... C-c-cipher Pol... Just thinking it had him trying to swallow the nervous clump stuck in his throat. Of course he knew about them, the Government’s special agents, powerful teams numbered from one to eight. He had hoped to never run into them. But now they were here, no doubt to arrest his partner-in-cri... Wait... "Me?!" It just got worse. He recoiled from sheer disbelief. "Why me?!" Rhetorical question.

Richard inched closer to Gray, as if to hide in the vagabond’s shadow. Cold sweat ran down his brow. No matter how much he tugged the tie, it just felt suffocating at the moment. Carefully he cleared his throat and struggled to keep his voice from shaking. "Ahem... gentlemen... I am sure there is a peaceful solution here..." He lied through his teeth, merely hoping to buy more time. Every second was worth a fortune in situations like these. "Let’s just negotiate, eh?" If he could only get them to keep talking...

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
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Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Nov 12, 2016 7:35 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”

Gray’s eyes lit up curiously at the snakey opponent’s response. And at the mention of “negotiations” from the cowering doctor, Gray betrayed an arrogant smirk. ”You know what? Under normal circumstances, I’d be happy to surrender him to you without any prompting whatsoever.” Gray’s feet shifted slightly, causing their two robed opponents to flinch and assume a combative posture swiftly. ”But, right now, I need him. Why don’t you come back to play once I’m done with him?” Gray knew it was more of a rhetorical suggestion than an effective one. And it was only confirmed when the pig-faced man suddenly leapt at him.

Realizing that the doctor may still be hiding closely behind him, Gray mumbled almost jokingly towards his hatted companion. ”I suppose you’re getting the slimy one. Do try to survive, doctor. Don’t count on my help.” Having said that, he supposedly vanished from Tony’s proximity, intercepting Pigface mid-air. His open palm grasped onto the mask tightly as he carried the large man back through his own momentum, landing in the sand while slamming the back of his head into the sand. Pigface let out a yelp in pain, his mask cracking and then shattering into pieces under Gray’s grip, leaving a battered and bloody face behind.

Crimson blood trailed from down his nostrils into his shallow beard as he picked himself back up rather quickly. The man pressed his thumb against his nose and blew out his nostrils one at a time, seemingly showing off his resilience to his foe. Gray was curious to see how the doctor fared against the snake, his eyes ping-ponging back between him and his own opponent. He had bet on the doctor’s endurance and capacity to survive, after having seen him so quickly recover from one of his heavier punches. And his senses told him that the lanky spy would be a fitting test for his abilities. However, he couldn’t let the fight last longer than a few minutes, being pressed for time. He entirely intended to interrupt if the doctor were in trouble, but he couldn’t share this knowledge in hopes that the doctor would show him his full combat potential.

When his gaze was in the phase of shifting towards the other fight, Pigface took the opportunity to kick the air, throwing a splitting ranged slash. ”Rankyaku!” He coughed violently after his attack, missing Gray’s movements as he easily stepped out of the way of the relatively slow attack. It was clear to Gray that his opponent only hoped to stall and distract him, rather than beat him outright, but he was doing a pis-poor job at it. He would’ve expected the man to engage him in some controversial debate, or an argument that was less violent and disadvantageous for him. He voiced his concern for his opponent, shaking his head simultaneously. ”You need to go back to basics, spy. And if this is how Cipher Pol teaches you to distract your opponents, it isn’t as intelligent an intelligence agency as I thought it was.”

The bleeding man remained composed and seemingly unfazed by the taunt, standing his ground as he suddenly thrust his index fingers forward and back in rapid succession multiple times, launching invisible bullets at Gray. ”Shi-machine-gan.” The quick-fire bullets only slightly grazed Gray’s fleshy arm as he dodged to his right and then sprinted towards his opponent. Before his bullets could track him down, Gray was already standing behind the man, which caused him to leap away to maintain their distance. Gray made no attempts to stop him, now having a more clear view of the doctor’s fight.
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Haoshoku : 0
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Attack (ATK) : 225
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Nov 13, 2016 9:14 pm

Before Richard could spout more lies, his so-called partner-in-crime almost left him speechless. Almost. "H-hey now, you’re not serious about this, are you?" If the bit about surrendering him to the agents was supposed to be a joke, he didn’t find it very funny. Even in the scorching heat, the droplets of fear felt icy running down his skin. "My God, you are serious...." What little foundation for trust the doctor may have formed towards the vagabond was crushed for good. He wanted to kick himself for letting his guard down. Such a rookie mistake. If he got out of this mess alive, he would be changing scenery faster than one could say turncoat...

The rat recoiled backwards while the two blockheads clashed. That left him with the... Blinking, the criminal glanced around rapidly. Wait, where did the other guy go? Barely had that line of thought finished, when a sudden sinkhole opened beneath his feet and two hands snapped towards his ankles. However, the criminal was swift on his feet. One hasty leap backwards got him out of reach. He had no intention to fight back properly, to reveal any of his cards, not unless he ran out of options. Or an opportunity presented itself... The less anyone knew about him, the easier it was to get underestimated. So far the government’s knowledge was horribly outdated and he planned to keep it that way.

Having missed the surprise attack, the snake-like agent popped to surface again. He kept a careful eye on his opponent, formulating some sort of plan. Knees shaking, hands trembling and jaw clattering, the not-so-fearsome pirate stared down the tricky enemy. "L-look, buddy, I have beaten people far stronger than you. If you run now... I... I’ll let you live. T-think it over." For a moment, the agent actually scratched his chin, as if to entertain the idea. Though just mockingly. "Hmmmmmm... no. I’ll take my chances." And back down the hole he went, much to the doctor’s dismay. The persistent types were the worst.

Richard’s gaze nervously swept the surface of the sand. Couldn’t let that guy get a drop on him a third time... Luckily, he was quite confident in his speed and reflexes. Playing keep away shouldn’t prove too difficult.  There was just one tiny complication... The fruit. Every fruit user was a hundred times more troublesome than an average foe. There was no telling what weird powers they would use. This one seemed to dig... or open holes...  And speak of the devil...  Suddenly a series of openings dotted the ground around the crook. Yet the agent didn’t show himself. The cunning copper was trying to divide his attention, to keep him guessing...

Thoughts bubbled in the imaginary flask, already formulating a retaliation plan. Yes... This would require a careful and deliberate... boot to the head. Just as the agent peeked out again, he faced exactly that, a stomp in the face. He hissed something akin to a curse under his breath and withdrew back into hiding. The next three attempts were much the same, the criminal being just slightly faster with his reactions. It was like watching a bizarre game of whack-a-mole. Or would that be whack-a-snake?

However, no streak would last forever. Wizened -and probably annoyed- by the repeated kicks, the Snake slipped past the criminal’s guard and finally got him by the throat. Richard wheezed within the grip. He put up a fierce struggle, but the agent kept overpowering him, slowly, effortlessly, enjoying the futile resistance. If the vagabond didn’t help the doctor, he would’ve been dragged underground sooner rather than later. Or so it seemed at first glance. While putting up the show of desperate flailing, the rat dropped his suitcase and slyly reached for his pocket.  If his 'friend' didn’t intervene soon enough, or at all, there was always plan B...

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
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Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Nov 15, 2016 10:06 am

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”
With an ever-vigilant eye on the other fight, Gray continued to toy with his notably slower challenger. That is, until Pigface decided to go all-out. His movements suddenly became sharper and more self-aware, and his fists turned into a solid black, clearly indicating the secret behind his sudden improvement. But, as many of Gray’s former comrades and enemies would attest, Gray was no stranger to haki. In fact, if there ever was a master of haki, Gray could’ve been it.

Even with his renewed strength and speed, he was still lagging behind Gray’s movements, his punches, kicks and finger-stabs falling just short as Gray dodged them with ease. He had also taken note of Pigface’s attempts to maneuver around Gray to keep him from facing his hesitant companion as he almost clumsily survived against his foe. However, his advantage in both quickness and resilience had prevented Pigface from executing his tactics successfully.

It was clear that the doctor had drawn the short straw, being pitted against an opponent with an interesting devil fruit power. Gray had been actively analyzing the possibilities of the serpentine man’s powers. From his countless experiences with devil fruits, he had realized that almost every devil fruit had a fundamental ability of creation, control, or both. From what he had seen of this devil fruit user, there were three options that he could entertain. First: the man could control sand, allowing him to split it into deep chasms. However, this very specialized and underwhelming tactic would be a poor use of such a versatile power. So, the second option: the ability to dig. This could also be ruled out, considering the fact that the Snake didn’t seem to be performing any sort of digging motions. And as such, the final and most likely possibility was that he simply had the ability to create holes at will. More often than not, Paramecia devil fruits had a very simple theme. His own ability to control pressure was a prime example. All it did was control the pressure of gaseous fluids around him. In this case, it could be as simple as the ability to create holes in objects at will.

Gray parried an incoming chop from Pigface’s arm with his own robotic one, pushing him back afterwards with a very soft flick on his chest with his fleshy finger. He continued to investigate and interpret Snake-man’s abilities, now moving onto the extensiveness of his powers. If Gray was right about his power, it would explain why he was facing Pigface rather than the one with devil fruit powers. It was highly unlikely that Cipher Pol agents had engaged him in combat without prior knowledge of his devil fruit abilities. It would be entirely useless for Snake-man to create holes on the ground against an opponent that could essentially walk on air. This also suggested that he did not possess the ability to create holes on people, or else he would still have had more of a fighting chance against Gray. And thus, it was likely that Snake-man’s goal was to use his powers to trap Tony, who seemed more susceptible to his attacks. And Pigface’s attempts at distracting maneuvers only seemed to verify that theory.

Regardless of these conjectures, both of the Cipher Pol agents were far too slow and light-weighted to put up an extended fight against him in serious combat. And so, he could not rule out the possibility of their heavy hitters standing by if their initial plans were to fail. And this was the only reason why Gray had not ended the fight the moment it started using his overwhelming haki. It would be very sloppy work for Cipher Pol to send two comparatively weak agents to confront someone of his confirmed abilities.

Gray’s eagle eyes and his distance between the other fight and his own opponent had allowed him to view the movements of all three combatants clearly. Amused by the whack-a-snake game that the doctor was playing with his opponent, he laughed rambunctiously, irritating his opponent into more hasty and desperate attacks. While fending off Pigface's attempts at seeking his full attention, he maintained a close eye on the doctor’s chances of survival. He was confident enough in his own abilities that he was certain he would be able to interfere at the last possible moment, if the doctor was put in an unsurvivable situation. And so, when the doctor's opponent had him by his throat, he waited. He waited to see if Tony would pull another trick out of his hat (or his pocket) to save himself, or if he was doomed without help.
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Nov 15, 2016 10:33 pm

The world was turning blurry at the same rate as air was running low. Much to the criminal’s increasing dismay, it really did seem he was on his own here. Not that he was surprised, mind you. Plan B it was then. And B stood for 'Business as usual'. [Sucker Punch] Without wasting another moment, he threw a sudden jab at the agent’s hide. No amount of training could harden certain weak spots, like say, the kidneys for instance. The sucker never saw it coming. His yelp was an equal mix of pain and surprise as his grip loosened just enough. Richard was free.

...And feeling rather vengeful.

While the snake reeled, the rat revealed his second trick. A suspicious syringe shined between his fingers, filled with distinct lavender liquid. [Euthanasia] Remorselessly he drove the large needle into his foe’s neck, right into an artery. The violet venom vanished into the bloodstream with a single, satisfying press. And just as swiftly, violently, he tore it away, leaving behind a badly bleeding wound. He didn’t need the scream to know how much that had to hurt. Normal folks would’ve been on the verge of death right about now. But since when had government agents been normal?

For good measure, the crook gave the stunned agent a solid kick in the gut before snatching his suitcase and scurrying away. Admittedly with his strength it was merely insult to injury, but he was an opportunist. Now, he was back to playing keep away. Although... Looking at the enemy squirm, the doctor couldn’t stop the dark glee that was condensing deep inside, running through the mental funnels and dripping into his smile. His victory was already assured, wasn’t it? Yes... Anything beyond this was just a formality, the final part of their little song and dance. Thus he could finally afford to relax. Even the fearsome Cipher Pol was no match for Doctor Richard Maxwell!

The criminal idly dusted his clothes. "Well then, I think we are done here." He glanced towards the two other fighters and tugged the brim of his hat lower. "As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I really must be going." Preferably somewhere far, far away. This island was no longer safe. And following Mr. 'Don’t count on my help' was rapidly losing its appeal.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Nov 16, 2016 12:28 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”
Stalling his pig-faced opponent was now completely unnecessary for Gray, since the doctor surprisingly left Snake-man almost completely immobile with a quick combination of two attacks. Gray was not entirely shocked to see such unexpected combat potential from someone so driven by the need for craven self-preservation. He was satisfied with his decision to have waited until he had witnessed Tony’s capacity to survive. That is, until the doctor decided his present company was not worth the trouble.

As soon as the doctor prepared to take his leave, Gray’s brows furrowed, clearly irritated by Tony’s quick change of heart after his very first inconvenient encounter since their deal was made. As Pigface turned his head in astonishment towards his stunned comrade, Gray used the opportunity to finish the fight.

[Crash]

Gray manipulated both the magnitude and the direction of the pressure surrounding both his foes, as his powers allowed him, and threw his two opponents together into one another headfirst. He charted this collision to take place directly in front of the escaping doctor, who was still within a hundred meters of his current position. The crash caused both of the spies to be knocked out in a single blow, their temples severely battered and bleeding from the impact. Gray’s fury was emanating from him as if it were a solid substance. His heavy steps marched ominously toward the doctor, if he were now standing still. And if Tony were to attempt escape, Gray would sprint after him, placing himself between the doctor and his escape route. Having intercepted the coward, Gray glared with burning intensity at the escapee and folded his arms with an intimidating grunt.

”You seem to have forgotten our agreement, doctor.” His voice was monotonous and void of emotion, speaking volumes of his disappointment. ”Or maybe I wasn’t clear enough earlier. Allow me to speak your language then.” His robotic finger pointed at the intoxicated camels, who were aimlessly staring into the dirty wastelands completely unaffected by the violent fight that had ensued just moments before. ”Either you fulfill your end of our bargain...” His finger then redirected itself towards the doctor, and a bright white light began to charge through its tip. ”...Or I bury you alive in the sand to avenge myself.” Asphyxiation was a terrible way to go, and he hoped his stoic and threatening figure was convincing enough to change the craven’s mind. Since he himself knew better than anyone, that his threat was almost entirely a bluff; a well-acted bluff, but a bluff nonetheless.  
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Nov 16, 2016 11:10 pm

Richard had barely turned his back to all the chaos when suddenly the two agents crashed right in front of him. Admittedly that was worrying, but there was no reason to panic... While the getaway route was partially blocked, these two were beaten and bloody, clearly out of commission. Not a threat. Then the ground-shaking footsteps followed. The rat stepped over the beaten bums and quickened his pace. As long as he didn’t- The train of thought crashed unceremoniously as a demon burning with malice suddenly appeared before the doctor, forcing him to freeze on his tracks. For a moment, he could’ve sworn he was staring at an actual giant. Well then. This was a perfectly good reason to panic.

All color drained from the crook’s features. He audibly gulped, trying not to choke on the fear. His heart had gone from panicked hammering to a full stop. Or maybe that was just his imagination. The Yonko’s terms were clear as crystal. Unfortunately... So now his options were limited to spending more time on a compromised island and probably risking increasingly dangerous ambushes... Ooor taking his chances with the whole buried alive thing. Fantastic. This day just kept getting better, no? What did he ever do to deserve this? As if in response, the vivid memory of pickpocketing perhaps the worst possible target this morning flashed through his mind. Oh, right.

Nearly melting into panic sweat, the criminal managed to force a shaky smile. "Eh... Heh heh... I... think there might have been a misunderstanding. I was just... stretching my legs, see? Much better now." Without wasting another moment, he speed-walked over to the camels, the sort of rapid waddle only a man scared stiff could pull off so flawlessly. "Of course I’ll keep my end of the bargain. I’m a man of my word, see?" He flung the suitcase onto the animal’s back and scampered on as well. Grabbing the reins, he aimed overly dramatic points towards what he assumed -dearly hoped- would be their close destination. "Shall we get going then? Our patient awaits. No time to lose. Haha, onwards to adventure and all that." He had run out of intelligent things to say few sentences back, but even that couldn’t make him shut up.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Nov 26, 2016 6:47 pm

"WHO DO YOU...”
”...THINK I AM?”

The changes of heart that the doctor seemed to have were more frequent and unreliable than the weather over the seas of the New World. Gray had already grown accustomed to his new comrade’s doubtlessly temporary pretense of eager cooperation, and he did not continue attempting to scrutinize it any further. In the suited man’s defense, Gray had had the displeasure of encountering far worse and more unforgivable personalities in the past, compared to some of which, the doctor was almost an angel. For all his misgivings, at least the man had a basic instinct of survival that allowed him to see reason and cooperate. And as long as he upheld his end of the bargain by at least making a genuine effort to apply his doctoral skills, Gray had no reason to wish the man harm. If anything, despite his open portrayal of outrage at the doctor’s attempt at escape, Gray almost found the man’s need for safety a comical aspect of his nature. And his own temperament prevented him from being upset with anyone for too long, let alone a guy trying to protect himself, even if his methods might come off as shamefully craven.

When the doctor turned towards the direction of their destination, Gray himself had to recover his bearings. Luckily enough, Tony was heading the right way. They had wasted almost ten minutes of their precious time countering their ambushers, and now Gray could not risk any more delays. He quickly grabbed the senseless rag doll of a body that belonged to the unconscious devil fruit user and threw it over his intoxicated camel behind the saddle. He then grabbed the bulky man of their two opponents and slung him over the doctor’s mount in the same position. He had assigned the bigger man in the doctor’s care in hopes of not overburdening his camel with too much weight, considering his own oversized mass. Gray then turned towards Tony and nodded preemptively, ”Try not to let him fall. I might have questions for them once we’re finished with the more important matters at hand.”

Having delivered his intentions, he quickly mounted his not-so-aware camel and whipped its reins, restarting its gait towards their original destination. He hurried the pace of the camel, likely past its capacity, until they could finally see the hazy outline of the village through the heatwave that dominated the sandy expanse between them and their goal. He was almost overcome with relief from the simple fact that they even managed to reach the village, even if he did not yet know if they had managed to do so in time for a dashing rescue. When they were less than 600 meters away from the village, Gray quickly dismounted his camel while still allowing it to run at its current speed, landing with a quick spurt on the soft sand and just as quickly kick-starting his own dash forward. He had landed in between his camel and the doctor’s, allowing him quick access to execute the plan that followed. With impossible ease, he lifted both his camel along with its incapacitated passenger and Tony’s camel, with its two riders, and bounded forward. He tilted the rear ends of the camels upwards so that the riders wouldn’t fall off from what was sure to be an unbeatable gust of wind they were about to fight against. ”You’d better hold on tightly,” was the only warning Gray bothered to provide the doctor with.

[Pressure Rocket]

In less than a second, they had already reached the village center, surrounded by small, dusty houses. Gray and his passengers had left a massive trail of dust in their wake as it slowly settled back on the ground behind them. Gray never enjoyed traveling such a relatively long distance at this speed, as it often left his ears ringing for a few minutes as it tried to recover from having overcome the sound barrier. Just when they had reached their destination, they would hear a loud boom from the starting point of their sprint, the sound having caught up just behind them.

Almost all of the houses were emptied at the sudden noise that awakened the relatively peaceful locale from its boring slumber. Just then a young boy, no older than twelve years, quickly came running towards them shouting in a panicked voice. ”Gray-san! This way!” When he had their attention, he quickly ran through an alley, closely followed by a haste-filled Gray, who was still carrying his companions, some of whom may have been more conscious and aware than others.

When Ojas, the young boy, had led them to outside his house, Gray set down the hitchhikers, looking towards Tony expectantly if and once he had regained his faculties. It was finally time for the doctor to show off the skills he was so proud of. ”Don’t you worry any more Ojas. Doctor Chopper here is going to do his best to help your mother. Tell Sheila to help him with whatever he needs, unless he asks for money.” He smiled slyly at Tony as if he were sharing an inside joke. And as if on cue, Sheila, the young boy’s sister, at least six years his senior, opened the door and hastily invited them in, having readied a glass of water on a table next to the door. Gray politely shook his head while pointing towards their captives. ”I have to keep an eye on these two, but the doctor here won’t need me to do his job, I’m sure.” He smiled reassuringly towards the two kids before tying the two camel’s reins to a pole outside the house. ”Oh, Ojas! Would you see if you can’t find some feed and water for these two lovely creatures?” He was distinctively pointing at the camels' front ends to avoid any potential confusion as to which creatures he was referring to. The boy nodded and quickly scurried off into the alley again, leaving his mother in the care of Sheila and the doctor. Gray, in the meantime, leaned against the wall next to the entrance, his ears perked up to hear all happenings inside the house, now that the ringing had finally dissipated.
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Nov 29, 2016 5:46 am

The longer this day went on, the stranger it seemed to get. First the criminal could only watch in wide-eyed disbelief when the vagabond decided to bring the agents along. You know... instead of being sensible and burying them six feet under... Then the strange pirate went on to leap off of his mount in full gallop. "What are you-?" The rest of the confused question was left somewhere behind by the immense acceleration. Before he could fully even process it, they had somehow appeared in the middle of a town.

While Gray greeted the locals, Richard was a bit... preoccupied. Well, barely holding together actually. His skin had turned as white as sour cream, eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets and mouth was left hanging open in a soundless scream. Weakly the criminal fell from his ride and wobbled to the nearest wall to gather his wits. It felt like his poor heart was trying to escape through his throat. Of course he had heard tales of the Yonkou and their strength... but this was just ridiculous! Evidently staying on the vagrant’s good side wasn’t safe either. Then again... what could one expect from a monster?

The gentleman said nothing to the joke, only straining an imitation of a friendly smile, but perhaps the Conqueror could feel the irritated rat glaring daggers at his back afterwards. As color slowly returned to his features, so did his senses. Taking a deep breath, he straightened his back and dusted his clothes. His beady green eyes focused on the young lady at the door. Right, he had a job to do.

Entering the humble home, the crook scanned his surroundings. Dust danced on the stone floor and furniture was a rare luxury. It seemed even humble was a generous word for this place. There was hardly anything worth stealing. Pity. Quickly he was led to the patient at the back of the home. On a beaten bed laid a pitiful sight. The unconscious woman was younger than him by a good many years, yet already looked like death warmed over. Ragged breath and skin tinted with sickly yellow were telltale symptoms. Droplets of hastily wiped blood stained the sheets, a grim reminder of the urgency looming over the matter.

For every doctor, there was something of a professional demeanor, a specific frame of mind they instinctively took when dealing with dying patients. Many turned stone-faced, focusing on what they could do and mentally preparing for the worst. Yet Richard... smiled. "My dear, it would seem that you’ve come down with a horrible case of, well, imminent death." Calm and polite as ever, he set down his suitcase, removed his hat, coat and gloves one by one before leaning over to inspect the woman. Deftly his fingers searched for a pulse on her neck. Faint... Unsteady... "I would estimate we are rapidly running out of time..." She was weakening by the moment.

"...but I’m afraid heaven will have to wait."

With a sharp click, the suitcase popped open. In a dramatic wave of white, the doctor donned his coat. A warm, familiar feeling washed over the black, greedy little thing one would call his soul. It felt... good to be back. Moving with practiced ease, like a clockwork toy going through its favorite routine, he pulled the table closer and started arranging his supplies. Glass chimed softly against the wooden surface. For commoners, it looked like a random selection of mysterious chemicals and strange syringes, but for a chemist these were the answer to all of life’s questions.

[Intensive Care]

Once everything was in place, Richard handed a thick plastic bag to the girl. The liquid inside seemed to shine the faintest shade of green. "Hold this, would you kindly? A little higher. Yes, just like that." Fortunately the brand new helper had the sense to just do as asked. With surgical precision, the doctor then pushed a long needle deep into the patient’s arm. Bandages secured it in place. Little by little, the strange solution started dripping into her veins.

Without wasting a moment, the man of medicine moved on with his work. A small burner flared to life and a flask was balanced over it. One by one the ingredients were added: water, herbs and colorful chemicals. There was a drop of this, a pinch of that... Everything in careful measure... Just a moment he had to wait for it to bubble. A weird, stinging stench drifted into the air. Then swirl, swirl and swirl some more until the concoction got a beautiful golden color. Ah, perfect. He poured it onto a little towel and folded the warm cloth onto the patient’s forehead.

Combined the chemicals worked their wonders quickly. The change was subtle, something only the sharpest would notice. Stronger heartbeat... Easier breaths... Just the tiniest tugs of consciousness on her features... In mere moments, the patient was brought back from the brink and fully stabilized.

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Dec 04, 2016 8:45 pm

”Who do you think I am?”


The dusty alleys between the shabby houses echoed with the murmurings of the approaching crowd as the surprised spectators from earlier neared Gray’s location. The neighbors of the doctor’s patient had already vacated their homes with concerned expressions plastered over their faces. As they gathered around the entrance of the home guarded by Gray’s watch, an elderly man with a goatee and a turban stepped forward. His voice quivered as he spoke, clearly showing his advanced age. ”Greetings, Gray-kun. I’m thinking you’ve brought some help for poor Nina in there. I thank you on her behalf. Do you remember me?” The much shorter, almost hunchbacked man raised his head and tilted it back as if he were trying to provide a clearer picture of himself to the giant before him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Gray’s eyes recognized the elder that faced him. He had prepared for this meeting, but he had not looked forward to it. This was a man that Gray had failed. This was the father of the late chef of the former Soaring Pirates. Ambur, the old man’s firstborn, had joined Gray’s crew as they passed through Alabasta on their journey together. His unsurpassed cooking skills had made him an instant favorite of many of the crew members. He had maintained his position as the crew’s cook until his last day at the Battle of Marineford, where he was mercilessly cut down by the unrelenting shichibukai, Lazarus. On that day, Gray had lost every single member of the Soaring Pirates that had joined the battle, and he himself had been defeated, presumed dead. Having survived this loss, Gray had walked across the seven seas to reach out to the family members of his deceased crew mates. This pilgrimage had already brought him to this village once, and the encounter had not been amicable, like many others.

During his last visit, he had been shot at by the two younger brothers of Ambur after a heated argument where blame was thrown towards him. Nina, who had most been hurt by the bitter tales he had brought of her dead husband, provided him with safe harbor in her home despite herself. Once the storm had settled, Gray had left with a promise. A promise that he was now here to fulfill.

”Yes, I remember you, Jura-san. And I come in peace, with a very skilled doctor. I assure you that he will do everything he can to save Nina.” He flashed a confident and comforting expression, putting his faith in the doctor's abilities, which was met with sighs of relief from the gathered spectators. Jura was flanked by two comparatively taller and dark-skinned men, whom Gray remembered as Ambur’s brothers, and his assailants upon his previous visit. This time around they appeared far more welcoming. Their attention shifted to Gray’s unconscious companions, who were still uncomfortably hanging over the arching backs of the dizzy camels. One of the brothers inquired curiously after them, to which Gray replied in a cryptic manner, only revealing them as foreign waylayers. This only reminded him to situate his prisoners in a place where they would not be able to remember their surroundings. Should he decide to let them live, he could not risk them finding this village again and avenging themselves upon its innocent residents in an attempt to hurt him or flush him out. But, he could confidently say, after having suffered the blow that he had dealt, in addition to the doctor’s “medicine”, they would not be waking up anytime soon without prompting.

As he explained his company, Ojas came running back with a bushel of dried and crusty hay and two small buckets of water. Despite his small size, he had excellently toned muscles, allowing him to easily carry the camels’ refreshments without spilling or dropping a grain. The younger brother of the two that questioned him quickly assisted Ojas with his task, easily befriending the thirsty camels as they began to nuzzle their two feeders after their hasty meal.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Dec 06, 2016 3:31 am

While the medicine worked its wonders, the doctor continued his efforts. He pulled a stethoscope from his suitcase and moved over the patient. Carefully her garments were stripped aside. His gaze turned towards her chest, but his mind wandered to what eyes could not see. The disk was placed over her heart and the rat closed his eyes. Focus... Taking his time, he slowly moved the cold tool from one spot to the next, again and again. Wavering heartbeat... shallow breaths scratching the lungs... blood flowing through the arteries...  One could learn so much from just knowing how to listen.

After one more check, the crook placed the equipment back into its place and idly scratched his chin. Just as he had surmised from the symptoms, the damage had already been done. Her heart was barely holding together and the rest of the organs weren't doing much better. If simply left like this, even with medicine treatment her condition would only worsen again. However... The dusty conditions severely limited his options. He would rather not risk an infection with any drastic procedures. Just one misstep could be lethal, a lesson every doctor had to learn at some point. Fortunately, Richard Maxwell always had a plan. ...Well, fortunate for him, not so much for her.

[Recovery Serum]

Richard reached into his suitcase and revealed a green syringe. Compared to the diluted solution in the drip, this was practically glowing, reflecting light like a liquefied emerald. His devilish smirk was distorted against the side of the glass. This was his medicinal masterpiece, a concoction other doctors wished they could copy. And today, it was his ticket out of this mess. Without any hesitation, he stabbed the needle into the base of the woman’s neck. The motion was far more careful and calculated than the shank served to the Cipher Pol agent, but no less swift. As the last of the suspicious substance vanished into her veins, the needle slid out and little white pad was pressed against the spot.

Stirred by the painful prick, the weak woman opened her eyes. Blinking slowly, once, twice, she stared at the doctor. Her mutter was unintelligible, but the puzzled tone was hint enough. Even in her weakened, feverish state she could likely tell there was a stranger in her home. "Hush, my dear, save your strength. I have everything under control." At this point his friendly words were more meaningful for the worried girl besides the bed than the actual patient. "Please, do try to get some rest." Watching the woman grit her teeth as the first convulsions traveled down her arms, the rat sighed and sat down. "...Though I imagine that will soon be... difficult."

A chilling scream pierced the air.

Anyone investigating the bloodcurdling sound would find a disturbing sight. The patient was writhing in agony, nails digging deep into the mattress, veins pulsing with an unnatural hue. She screamed until her bloody breath ran out, the she hacked, gasped and screamed more. Naturally, the younger lady was lost in full panic. Struggling to get her voice heard, she pleaded... doctor, Gray, somebody, anybody... help! Yet Richard seemed entirely indifferent about the whole thing. He was merely leaning back in his chair and observing the gruesome situation with that usual, self-assured smile.

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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:49 pm



”Who do you think I am?”


The worrying family members, neighbours and acquaintances awaited outside the closed door patiently but nervously, attempting to distract themselves by watching the camels as they made fools of themselves, idiotically bumping their heads in their clumsy stupor while trying to fill their surely empty bellies. The amusing sight was quickly overshadowed, however, by what was an almost glass-shattering scream, followed by a series of desperate and pain-filled moans.

Met with the enraged faces of Nina’s well-wishers, Gray had to somehow calm the situation and buy the doctor enough time to do what he must. More than anything, however, he simply hoped that the doctor’s actions that had led to this nerve-wracking screaming were for the benefit of his patient, and not a desperate attempt to try anything and everything that might work. But, after having made clear the consequences of double-crossing him, he was certain that Tony had the good sense to not take any chances with that woman’s life. Therefore, having placed his faith in the doctor, he stood his ground firmly between the mob and the entrance to the doctor’s sanctum. ”Step aside, Gray-kun. We’ve already lost one member of our family in your care. We will not lose another.”

It would’ve been easy for Gray to simply knock the mob unconscious using his overwhelming haki, but he wished to convince them of Tony’s competence instead, invoking at least some faith in Nina’s chances of survival. And so, he held his hands up passively and shook his head. ”Listen to me, Jura-san. You have to believe me when I say that this man knows what he’s doing. Doctor Chopper is known widely around the world as an excellent surgeon, and he has never failed a patient before.” It was a crock of bullshit, of course. Gray had no idea what kind of fame the doctor had or had not achieved. But, years of practice as the leader of a notorious pirate crew, telling his mates how “everything would be all right”, had made him a convincing liar. Gray almost laughed within himself at his own actions. For handling the situation the way he did, he would’ve judged and condescended Tony, yet he did not hesitate a moment to use the tactic for himself. A hypocrite indeed.

Though skeptical, the mob hesitated in their advance, which allowed Gray’s savior to swoop in, tears rolling down his cheeks like twin waterfalls. ”Dada! You have to let Gray-san and his friend save mama! We already tried everything else, this is our best hope.” Seeing the wisdom in the words of a child shine brighter than that of all the adults put together, the angry mob settled to the continuing screams of a dying woman, hoping to hear a word of good news or at least some news. Gray sighed a breath of respite before turning his attention towards his captives to ensure they had not awakened from the newfound stimuli. To his relief, the two unconscious men were still more unaware of their surroundings than the animals they lay upon.


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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Fri Dec 09, 2016 11:03 am

Judging by the sounds of unrest rumbling outside, the villagers were getting anxious. Not that Richard could really blame the folks though, what with all the agonized crying in the background. Honestly he was just surprised that no one had recklessly barged in yet. That last word being the key here. Either they were drawing straws on who got to slit his throat… Or someone was stopping them at the door. And considering the distinct lack of towering muscle in the room, it wasn’t difficult to guess who was holding back the mob. About time that troublesome vagabond made himself useful... The medicine still needed more time to run its course. Every extra moment was appreciated.

The criminal’s pondering was interrupted by some severe tugging on his sleeve. It was the young lady, panicking about how her mother was dying. Rising from his seat (if only to calm the girl) the crook cocked his head. "Hm? I’m not quite sure what you mean?" He paced back and forth beside the patient’s bed, punctuating his points with deliberate footsteps. "From what I can see, the patient is conscious… able to move…" He shuddered as the woman tested his patience with another earsplitting shriek. "…and clearly has plenty of air in her lungs." Unfortunately. A word he was dying to add there, but left unsaid out of courtesy.

"So don’t worry. She won’t be leaving this world anytime soon."

For once, the dishonest doctor wasn’t spreading lies. Though the distraught daughter didn’t seem all that convinced, she at least stopped panicking. Good enough. Many doctors would’ve done more, offered assuring information, sworn that the treatment was working, been there as their emotional support, held their hand… Anything really. But not Richard. Not anymore. Bedside manner used to be one of his strongest points back in the day, but that had been a long time ago. Nowadays he focused on sharpening more useful skills. Like survival for instance. Staying alive was one of his favorite things, you know. Right after getting rich of course.

Returning to the equipment table, the Richard started his routine again. First he selected the ingredients, a little bit from various bags and bottles... Then he mixed them together... And boiled the concoction until the color settled. This mixture was pale pink in shade and held the kind of stench that made one’s nose wrinkle from merely a whiff. Whistling a cheery tune from a distant land, he poured it into a small mold of sorts. The holes were too small, and round for that matter, to make ice cubes. Instead, as the mixture cooled down and congealed, it formed pink little orbs, almost like candies. Everything was coming together nicely. Just a little longer...

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Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Dec 11, 2016 12:01 am



”Who do you think I am?”


As the debilitated woman’s piercing screams began to settle into an almost tolerable hymn, victims of Gray’s interference shuffled backward in retreat. Some of the folks returned to their homes, likely wanting to await updates without suffering the scorching sun’s onslaught. Some others plopped themselves onto the soft sand that lay in the cool shade of the neighbouring houses, resting their backs against their walls. However, such release of tension could not be seen among the family members of Richard’s patient. The old man stood close to his nervous grandson, who was trying to distract himself by watching the amusing spectacle that was created by the dosed-up camels. He was having about as much success as his uncles, who were pacing around, fidgeting over the unyielding cries of pain of their poor sister-in-law.

Gray, on the other hand, had had his attention drawn away suddenly by a distant presence. He detected movements of a single hostile being, approaching them at a slow yet steady pace from the direction that they had traveled a short while ago. This presence was without a doubt a formidable one, and yet he was skeptical of why the person that carried such strength and hostility, did not bother to hide their presence.

[Kenbunshoku Passive]

He himself had not been masking his own aura, which would’ve revealed his location to anyone willful enough to detect it. This led him only to a single concerning conclusion: the approaching hostile was a distraction. It was a standard move of the clandestine Cipher Pol teams to use a solitary agent as a distraction while others ambushed the unguarded flanks of their targets. But, if this were the case, Gray could not fathom why they had not used this tactic while they still had two more active agents to help execute it. Surely they could not have underestimated him that much?

In any case, he had to warn the doctor with this new knowledge, lest they be caught off-guard and risk the lives of the civilians. Before he entered the dust-covered house of the patient, he turned to the clueless old man. ”Jura-san, listen to me very carefully. I want you to take Ojas and lock yourself inside your home. Shut all the doors and windows.” The sudden seriousness of his expression and the heaviness of his voice was enough to convince Jura to obey without any arguments. He then turned to the two brothers and provided further instructions. ”I want you two to run around the village and provide the same warning to everyone. Then lock yourselves inside the last house you get to. You might not have time to run back.” Gray’s fists were tightening, and his glare intensifying, which snatched away the words of protest that almost came out of the brothers’ mouths. They quickly jogged in opposite directions to execute their orders, while Jura led Ojas by his hand towards their home next door.

Gray ducked through the comparatively shorter door, and then followed the raucous howls to their source. He cleared his throat as he stood by the entrance of the room to seek the doctor’s attention, and waved him over while the daughter serviced her mother in whatever way she was instructed to. If the doctor understood his gesture, Gray then went on to whisper to him with an expression that carried the same gravity that it had outside. ”I fear the friends of our companions may be on their way here to either try and finish what these two started... or at the very least rescue them. I’m going to try and intercept them, but I might also have my hands full for a bit, depending on how heavy they’ll be making their entrance. I need you to keep an eye, if you can, on those two unconscious idiots outside. They should be weakened enough to not wake up for a while, but you can never tell these days with the stimulant drugs that these agents are made to take. But, I don’t want you to watch my back at the expense of that woman’s health. Please make her your top priority.” If Richard was to respond, positively or negatively, Gray would simply nod and then exit the house after providing a comforting smile to the worrying girl and glancing sympathetically towards the suffering woman. After having left the house, he leaped onto its roof gracefully, his piercing gaze scanning the sandy expanse for the enemy’s reinforcements.

Before long, he had spotted the large frame of the man that was emitting such a strong aura. The man was wearing a dirty brown cloak that covered his appearance, at least in the distance, but he was making no attempts to hide his approach on a hastening camel whose coat's color matched its rider's cloak's. This prompted Gray to check his rear and his flanks for any impending attacks, detecting only silence and distant knocks, which were likely caused by the brothers warning their fellow citizens. Just a little longer…


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Attack (ATK) : 225
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:04 am

Once the pink pills had hardened enough, the chemist scooped them up into a brown bottle. A wooden cork was plopped in place, sealing the lingering odor inside. The purpose of the bottle would remain his little secret for now. He needed all the leverage he could get, see? So this... should work nicely... His thoughts strayed back to present as the gigantic man squeezed himself into the humble home. If the Yonko was here to observe the treatment, then 'Doctor Chopper' would be happy to offer him some good news. ...Despite the worrisome scene. And then the Yonko would be eternally grateful and all the other pieces would fall into place.

Unfortunately, things could never be that simple...

Richard’s jaw just dropped at the bad news. Eye twitching from sheer disbelief, he barely managed to form words. "A-are you serious...? How... how do you even...?" Hastened by the creeping fear, however, he suddenly waved the half-formed questions aside. "You know what, never mind. It’s not important right now." Deep breaths did very little to stop the jitters, but at least he managed to regain his line of thought. His beady green eyes narrowed, focusing on the patient. "The exact deal was that I save this woman’s life, right? Right..." The devil was in the details. When dealing with a man like Richard Maxwell, one had to always be very careful what they wished for...

While the vagabond headed out, the doctor turned to his equipment. Out of nervous habit he tried to slick back his graying hair, idly claw the disheveled strands into a more presentable shape. "Lovely. Absolutely wonderful. Just what this day was missing... more assassins." Without wasting another moment, he started packing his things. Burner off, bottles secured, drugs hidden and so on... All the while he feverishly mumbled. "Go to Alabasta... Nothing ever happens in Alabasta... While you’re at it, visit the middle of nowhere with a total stranger... A brilliant idea, by the way. What could possibly go wrong?" His voiced regrets were not meant for anyone’s ears in particular, but he simply couldn’t stay quiet.

Meanwhile, the patient finally calmed down. The final cry ended in a pained gasp. Richard managed to regain his professional demeanor for a little longer. Approaching the bed, he relied on his trusty stethoscope once more. She shivered against the cold touch. Reaction was a promising sign. Now the breathing sounded normal, if a little shallow from all the screaming. Furthermore, her heart was hammering like a healthy one should after... well... what she had just endured. He allowed himself an incredibly smug smirk. Another successful treatment and from the brink of death no less. His former colleagues would’ve choked on their envy right about now.

But even the glow of that satisfying thought didn’t warm his black little soul for long...

The rat still had a huge assassin problem to deal with, see? Two right outside and more on the way. Today had just been a never-ending series of unfortunate events...  Cursing his luck, he snapped his suitcase shut and quickly checked his pockets. At least he still had plenty of syringes and other tricks to give him an edge. He shot a sideways glance at the relieved daughter gently tending to her quickly recovering mother. Then there was the deal to keep in mind... Right. If he got out of this alive, he silently swore he would stick to honest business... at least for... a week.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Fri Dec 16, 2016 9:16 pm



”Who do you think I am?”


The screaming had finally calmed to an eerie silence, making anyone within earshot wonder if the poor woman’s suffering had ended permanently. However, Gray was not one of them, as he could detect her presence as clearly as every single other being that was breathing within a kilometer of him. That is, if they weren’t intentionally hiding their presence. It would not be pleasant for him or Tony to be blindsided by these ambushers while being distracted by the dying woman. While Tony had no choice in the matter, considering his promise, Gray himself could focus on the fight ahead while leaving the worries of the patient’s health to her doctor.

The brawny fellow in the dirty cloak had neared the outskirts of the hamlet and his camel had slowed down to a canter. Gray had a decision to make. From their earlier encounter with the two failed Cipher Pol agents, they had discovered that their target was in fact Tony, and not Gray. In this case, Gray would be taking a huge risk by leaving the vicinity of the house. The village was small enough for him to come running back at the first sign of trouble, but the delay of those few seconds could possibly be enough for their opponents to snatch up the doctor. However, the doctor had shown enough competence in combat to practically overwhelm a doubtlessly high ranking Cipher Pol agent. His second option would require him to have faith in the doctor’s ability to defend himself and the civilians in his charge, and draw the dangerous foe away from the village and into the sandy expanse.

He had only a moment to decide, and so he chose the riskier option. With a quick leap, he bounded towards the entrance into the thoroughfare of the village, landing himself directly in the path of the herculean opponent. The man stopped dead in his tracks as his hood flung off his head, revealing clearly the bear-like mask he wore. The sight of this mask caused Gray to snicker. ”Looks like Cipher Pol prefers getting circus animals to do its dirty work.” Living up to Cipher Pol’s reputation, the man did not even acknowledge Gray’s comment, remaining silent as he slowly dismounted his panting camel.

Gray’s sarcastic tone and playful smile quickly faded away, once he had realized how boorish the man who stood before him likely was. ”You and your friends have already made a habit of facing me alone, one after another. It makes me wonder if you’re all fools, or if there’s more to your plan.” The rhetorical inquiry was answered, and his earlier suspicion confirmed, when his Bear-masked opponent leaked the signs of a very subtle contemptuous smirk. Gray had to get back to Tony as soon as possible, because he was now certain that this fight was merely a distraction, a tactic they had already applied once before. However, from the powerful presence of the hulking bag of muscle and ursine pride that stood before him, Gray could tell that this time the distraction would fare much better. Gray closed and opened his robotic fingers before tweaking them as if playing an imaginary piano in preparation. And once he had confirmed the efficient response of his disembodied limb, he quickly shot his metallic finger forward as if mimicking a pistol, pointing it directly at Bear-man, before launching a bright and almost blinding golden laser beam.

[Punk’s Dream]

The opponent barely managed to get out of the way, the laser beam slightly grazing the side of his torso as it whizzed by. Despite the damaging potential of the beam, it was clear from the way Bear-man stood unbothered that the grazing hit had had absolutely no effect on him. The man’s skin instead, had blackened into a glossy ebony color, indicating the activation of busoshoku Two could play at this game though; and Gray had no doubt that his haki was far stronger.

[Busoshoku Haki] [Kenbunshoku Haki]

Gray’s arms and the exposed skin on his torso quickly darkened into a color blacker than oblivion. There was no gloss on this discoloring. In fact, if the daylight had faded already, one would not even be able to distinguish his body from the darkness of the night sky, even under the brightness of a full moon. The bear-masked man’s stance shifted just slightly, him likely having realized his disadvantageous position. Without allowing him a spare moment to raise his guard fully, Gray blasted forward with a loud boom and within a moment he was clashing against his opponent. Bear-man raised his arms up to protect his torso in time, however the momentum of Gray’s buso-hardened fist launched his opponent through a good eighty meters. The brawny man fumbled with a complete lack of coordination from the blow. Gray noticed a state of hardening on the man’s skin that he did not expect below busoshoku’s protection. However, whatever it was, it wasn’t nearly enough to prevent his opponent from breathlessly flailing his nearly broken arms about.

Gray’s brows furrowed and his gaze towards his opponent turned into a fierce glare. ”I grow tired of your attempts at wasting my time. It’s almost embarrassing to see a once formidable organization, as disgusting as its principles were, to have fallen to stupidly attacking their targets without proper preparation. I beat the shit out of half of your superiors during the war four years ago. It’s insulting that you think you can last against me long enough to even call it a ‘distraction’. Take your colleagues and go back, before you get yourself irreversibly crippled or worse yet, killed.” The bleeding man grunted and moaned as he held his aching arms close to himself. While he awaited a response from his foe, Gray’s attention through his Kenbunshoku directed itself towards the center of the village, where his ‘teammate’ was carrying the ball to the finish line.


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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Dec 17, 2016 3:35 pm

Seconds inched by. Cold sweat crawled down the criminal’s skin. The bottom of his throat felt like sandpaper. This was always the worst part, you know, this unbearable tension. He tried to listen, yet couldn’t hear much over the deafening pounding coming from his chest. In the dark corner of his mind, the imaginary Florence flask of fearful thoughts threatened to overflow. The enemies could be anywhere... They could be underground, behind the wall, or right at the door. His paranoid stare twitched onto the two women covering at the end of the room, giving him those strange looks, like he had gone crazy or something. The venomously green eyes narrowed. They could even be-!

A peculiar sound snapped Richard from his thoughts, a sound he couldn’t quite put into words. Pensively he glanced upwards, just in time to... get bombarded with strange, tiny blocks? Before the crook could even fully react, a portion of the ceiling caved in and a cloaked figure burst through. A dark blur whizzed towards him, followed by piercing pain. He yelped. This enemy too was masked, seemed to be some sort of bird motif, though the rat couldn’t really tell. In all fairness, he was a little distracted by the bleeding hole on his right shoulder. Blood dripped from the foe’s finger.

The doctor staggered backwards, straining to regain his wits. His right arm wasn’t quite cooperating. Luckily, just like his epithet animal he was the tenacious sort. And you know what they say about cornered rats... He yanked the Luger into view from a hidden holster and unleashed a spiteful volley of lead in the enemy’s general direction.

[9mm Aspirin]

However, like a piece of paper floating in breeze, the agent deftly swayed between the shots. It felt like time itself slowed down to witness the unbelievable feat. Not a single one landed, not even a scratch. Eyes bulging, jaw agape, Richard was left quaking in disbelief. And fear, of course. The attack merely managed to gain him some breathing room. Still, he refused to believe any freak of nature was fast enough to actually dodge speeding lead, especially at point-blank. Rather, it was like the foe had somehow predicted the dangerous path of each bullet... and preemptively moved out of the way every instant he squeezed the trigger...

Unfortunately, analysis would have to wait. There was a click, the universal sound of a gun turning into a club. Immediately the agent pressed the attack. Another dark blur followed, this time aimed at the doctor’s uninjured shoulder. He barely managed to dodge it, jumping to the side with a rather high-pitched scream. Much to his growing horror, the finger poke of doom actually left a clean hole on the stone wall. What manner of monster could do that?! And worse yet... This stranger was far faster than the previous problem he had to handle. He needed a plan, a good one, pronto.

"W-wait!"

The criminal raised his healthy hand, offering a wavering smile. "Y-you win... I surrender." Emphasizing the empty weapon in his grasp, he made a show of slowly lowering it onto the table. "I’m dropping my gun, see? Completely unarmed..." Meanwhile, his injured arm twitched weakly. It dipped into his pocket, ever so subtly grasping onto something. "So let’s all just calm down and... GEHO!" The agent had somehow caught on to the devious intentions, like a mind reader, and retaliated with a swift kick. Richard recoiled and three colored syringes clattered onto the floor. "Sonofa... Gah..." A comically awkward pause followed as both fighters glanced at the dropped needles.

...And the rat promptly dived after them.

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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Mon Dec 19, 2016 8:06 am

"Oh my, what a delightful town!"

Around the same time as the arrival of the bear-masked Cipher Pol agent, a bright-eyed man made a similar entrance from the opposite side of the unnamed town. The man had his aura suppressed and added by the Cipher Pol agent's overpowering aura that served as a pretty good distraction, it would come to no real surprise if his presence went completely undetected. His mantle, shining under the scorching heat of the sun, flapped in the sand-filled wind and the young man had his head tentatively ducked so that half his face was protected by the collars of his mantle. Despite his delicate frame, he towed a medium sized cart that he had little difficulty manoeuvring despite the loose and sandy terrain that was constantly shifting with the breeze that flew from the direction of the port. A massive assembly of what would appear to be junk piled precariously on top of the cart. There was no particular system and was purely a collection of all kinds of knickknacks that very few people would find use in. There were bronze goblets, towels, pieces of wood, buckets of dried paint, random billboards, rusted frames with no pictures, necklaces with very obvious faux jewels, plastic plates, rocks...and even more to identify if one were to invest the time in searching. With the rattling of his wares that was threatening to topple and the squeaky wheels of the cart, the young man was making quite the entrance.

As he passed through the entrance of the town and onto the dusty roads, the almost dilapidated homes provided shelter against the desert wind. Though the sun still beat mercilessly down, the man was relieved to have escaped one of the tormenters and popped his head out from the collars of his mantle with a sigh. Glancing around the town, his eyes immediately lit up as he took in the unkempt roads and sand-battered homes. Tugging his cart, the man made an line for a grubby window and peered inside. To his delight, he spotted all kinds of wares and antiques inside, but the dimness of the shop indicated the absence of the owner. Failing to allow this deter him, he made off to the next shop across the road, drool dripping down his chin as he spotted the cakes inside. However, again, the shop was dim and downcast, he went to the next shop. Again and again, he peered into more unlit shops and finally, when he'd reached the heart of the town, he collapsed onto the ground with a wail. "Why is everyone gone?" he cried, tears running down his cheeks. "I actually have money this time! See!!!"

In his tantrum, he pulled his money pouch from his breast pocket and threw it into the air with irrational vexation. The loosely tied rope of the pouch did little to contain the precious contents inside and soon enough, coins were cascading down on the young man. Sniffing, he glared vengefully at the fallen coins. "What good are you to me if I can't use you?" he asked and feeling genuinely annoyed when the golden coins only glinted up at him without an answer. If the man had only paid attention to his Haki, he might have realised that the presences of the townspeople were all bundled together in the back of their respective shops that often doubled as a home. Instead, only the sound of a disturbance from nearby clued him in on the existence of actual people.

His tears forgotten, he leapt to his feet and made a mad dash for the noise, his fallen money equally forgotten. He flung the door of the home with an excited flourish and a cheer. "I'm here~~~" he cried happily, relieved at the prospect of company. "Oh, you can't imagine how overjoyed I am to see you!" Only did he finish with this did he pause to take in the scene around him. The brightness in his eyes didn't diminish even as they swept over thin, shady-looking man who was making a desperate dive for a set of fallen needles and the bird-masked Cipher Pol agent who was attempting to prevent the acquisition of the needles. When his eyes rested on the agent, his jaw dropped and his hand fell away from the handle of his cart. In a flash that left only his afterimage in his wake, he was in front of the agent, blocking his path to the needles and the shady-looking man (though honestly, they both shady).

"OH.MY.GOD," he squealed with excitement. "Where did you get that mask?! Those feathers look almost real even though it's made of wood! How much did you buy it for? Tell you what, if you give it to me, I'll give you all my modest savings." Fumbling his pockets, he searched for his money pouch. He had completely forgotten about his loss of the pouch in a bout of tantrum and when he found it missing, he genuinely wondered where it had run off to. Instead, he found his candy pouch and emptied the contents onto his outstretched palms. "Now let me see...how much do we have here? One, two, three, four...five pieces! Here, isn't that an awesome deal! Now gimme that mask..."

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Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Former)
Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Dec 20, 2016 11:18 am

”Who do you think I am?”


The disturbances in the presences and auras around the center of town suggested a bout in action, however, it could’ve simply been the stressed mind of the doctor attempting to rescue a dying patient. Nonetheless, he could not risk leaving his charges isolated for too long, exposed to who knows what sorts of danger. His attention quickly returned to his opponent, who was still reeling from the busoshoku-instilled punch. However, what he did next, Gray could not have predicted by any means.

Bear-face kneeled forward and scooped up a large handful of sand in his massive palms. Once his hands were full, he stood back up and tilted his palms forward, pouring sand onto the ground. But, there was something off about the grains that were falling out of his hand. ”You think that just because the world remembers you as “The Conqueror”, and because you caused some trouble for the incompetent organization that is the Navy, you’re the biggest, baddest fish in the sea? Allow me to show you how wrong you are.” The sands seemed to shift, and the raining sand grains suddenly tightened together before reaching the ground, forming a sharp spear-like rod. Bear-face’s fingers wrapped tightly around the cylindrical shape of the sandy weapon as he drove its pointed tip into the ground.

The sand splashed around the object more than it should have normally, judging by the force that he applied to stab into the sand. A devil fruit power, perhaps? But, Gray could not fathom what exactly it could be. No matter what trick the enemy agent had pulled out of his sleeve, Gray was certain his earlier hit had dealt some solid damage. But, he did not expect the following trick to be as dangerous as it turned out to be.

With a swift motion forward, Bear-face launched his javelin at Gray’s torso. Overconfident as Gray was in his superior haki, he decided to withstand the attack. While the tip of the spear blunted against Gray’s cemented skin, the momentum of the weapon caused him to stagger, leaving a sore and painful spot as it broke apart into millions of grains on contact. ”OW! That actually hurt… that thing was way heavier than it looked. What the hell are you?”

This rhetorical query solicited a previously unseen reaction from Bear-face. The husky man smiled as he ripped off his cloak from his shoulders, revealing a dirtied, standard navy blue, World Government suit underneath. As the man patted his clothes off to shake off the dust, he started to chuckle snarkily. ”If you think this is where I go off on an anecdote about how my powers work, you’re even more naive than they say you are.” This response caused Gray to smile his know-it-all smile. ”And if you think cheap insults like that are going to have any effect besides amuse me, you’re far more idiotic than I thought you were.”

Bear-face’s voice was silenced, possibly realizing that his clever remarks were edgeless. The beefy fighter’s subtle smirk disappeared, and he proceeded to quickly bend down again and scoop up more sand. This time, his pace was much quicker. In a few moments, he had already created and thrown six sandy javelins at Gray one after another, each one of them grazing his sides. While not a single one of those bled him, they each left a sizeable red spot, only hidden by his obsidian skin. Gray’s lips quivered as his irritation grew, and he suddenly thrust his arms forward and grappled and pulled the air as if pulling an invisible rope. ”Enough!”

[Get over here!]

A spinning gust of wind seemed to conjure itself around them, and the air itself warped in the empty space between Gray and his opponent. The constant assault of spears was abruptly ended. In the middle of a throw, Bear-face was pulled towards Gray with a sudden and violent jerk. But, the experienced combatant managed to point the spear that he held in his hands towards Gray as he was pulled, and hardened it with haki. Taking advantage of his momentum from Gray’s pulling technique, he drove the spear into Gray’s lower abdomen towards his left side. With a yelp of pain, Gray coughed out a cup full of spit. Luckily for him, his arm was already in motion to carry through his next attack. Just as the spear penetrated his skin, the sea prism stone knuckles on his mechanized arm rammed themselves forward into the approaching enemy’s face.

[Laundry Day]

This time, unlike when he had attacked the miserly doctor, he had no reason to hold back his punch. His full might was invested into that single attack, beating Bear-face’s nose halfway into his face as blood and snot splattered out of the misshapen nostrils, and five or ten of his teeth sprung out of his mouth, all within a split second as he landed in a straight path downwards, while spinning his way out of his uniform. The battered opponent was not unconscious, but as he tried to get back up on his feet, he stumbled and fell flat on his face, completely unable to keep a cohesive posture in his bloodied, naked body. Gray’s robotic fingers gripped around the considerably heavy spear stuck in his abdomen, and pulled the crimson-stained weapon out. The gaping hole left behind hurt more than it should have, but Gray had endured much worse. Pain was something he had grown too accustomed to. He forced his tell-tale victory smile while gritting his teeth in pain underneath, and rolled his eyes at his faltering opponent. ”Man, you’ve got a lot of attitude for someone who doesn’t wear any underwear. And for a big man, you’ve got a pretty tiny thing, y’know. You’re lucky there are no ladies around to laugh at you.” The fight was decided; as if there was ever any doubt who the victory would belong to.

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Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
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Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
Willpower (WP) : 100
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Dec 21, 2016 4:19 pm

Just when the crook had dared to think this day couldn’t possibly get any worse, or weirder, well... it did. That was becoming something of a trend really. All of a sudden a bizarre stranger burst into the room, acting far too cheery for the grim scene. Richard blinked. The agent blinked. Another awkward paused held the two fighters in its grip.

The doctor was the first to recover, snatching his precious needles. At the same second, there was no reply from the agent, not a direct one anyway. Only the eyes narrowed. Clearly the silent fellow wasn’t very interested in the intruder. ...or averse to going right through him. A swift kick sent forth a blade of shimmering wind, threatening to cut the blonde in two and the criminal right after. Barely the rat managed to save his behind by rolling out of the way. Again the three syringes slipped from his grasp. Just one minor difference though... They were all empty.

[Painkiller]
[Adrenaline Spike]
[Power Overwhelming]

Surging strength... It was always such an intoxicating sensation. Richard could feel his heartbeat quickening, his muscles pulsing and the chemical cocktail spreading through his veins. The beady green eyes lit up with a nasty gleam. His sly smile twisted into something wider, sharper, meaner. Those attuned with Haki could perhaps sense every malicious intention that bubbled in his soul, like a toxic aura surrounding his lanky frame. If there ever was a moment suitable for maniacal laughter, this was certainly it. ...The doctor restrained himself, however. He didn’t have a single moment to waste here. The clock was ticking, you see. He turned around, sweeping his venomous gaze over to his foe. With a blurred motion and few rapid clicks, the gun was reloaded.

"Now then... where were we?"

Naturally, the assassin sprung to action as well. Just one touch and the floor itself came to life. It turned into little blocks that rapidly rearranged themselves, rising upwards like thin walls in attempt to trap the target. And the blonde as well for good measure. Yet for once the rat didn’t feel cornered. This time... he could see the attack clearly. With the agility of someone half his age, he scurried out of the closing cage. In the same leap, he reached his grip around the foe’s torso and promptly kneed the fellow right in the gut. Hopefully that hurt. The agent may have seen it coming, yes, but keeping up with the hopped up rat was a whole different matter.

Capitalizing on the quickly dwindling element of surprise, the crook shoved the masked problem away. ...Right at the odd stranger in fact. The two could keep each other company... "As much as I would love to stick around, I really need some fresh air. Ciao." ...while he grabbed his suitcase and made a mad dash for the nearest window. Freedom!

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Epithet : Hangman
Age : 26
Race : Human
Faction : Revolutionary
Crew Position : Commander
Devil Fruit : Ito Ito no Mi (String-String Fruit)
Haoshoku : 6
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 6
Attack (ATK) : 290
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 330
Willpower (WP) : 380
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:07 pm

A few hours ago...
 
 
The wind blew as merchants were shouting and sailors were resupplying their ships, in a small -but lively- port town located only 20km away from the small village. A young man could be seen in front of a fruit merchant's stand, purchasing two apples. After paying the old merchant, the young man turned around, so as to give one of the apples to his partner. After looking around for a few seconds and a short pause, "Shit. Not again!", the man shouted while looking to the sky. Composing himself, he put one apple in his pocket, tightened the jacket around his waist and set off to look for his absent-minded friend.
 
Eva had come to Alabasta to, well, babysit his friend and fellow revolutionary commander, Alice Baltroy Ronx. Due to Alice's nature, he was prone to getting into all sorts of trouble. Eva was there to minimize that as much as humanly possible and make sure his ally didn't do something like wandering off and getting lost in the desert. Just as he feared, however, Alice had gone off on his own, the moment Eva turned his back.
 
It wasn't hard to find someone who had seen his lost friend, as he always dragged around a large carriage, filled to the brim with what most would call garbage. After asking a few people, Eva found out what direction his friend had taken, and hurried after him, into the desert.
 
It was especially easy to stay on his friend's track, as Eva simply had to follow the trail of junk that still peeked out of the sand. Surely that trash had fallen from Alice's carriage and Eva couldn't help but facepalm, thinking of how many more things that had fallen, were now lost under the desert's sand. Regardless of that thought, however, he didn't pick any of that junk up.


 
Now...


After a few hours had passed, Eva could finally see a village in the distance and picked up the pace. "Let's see if he's there"
 
[Kenbunshoku (Passive)]
 
Being within 1km of the village, Eva attempted to sense if his friend was there. What he sensed instead, totally surprised him.

"Wow, there's quite a few strong auras here. But this one... it completely overpowers the others...  Huh, seems like its owner did just that to the second strongest right now. This could be interesting. I hope Alice is still alive though..."
 
A wide smile covered Eva's face as he rushed to the village at top speed.
 
Moments later, he was walking through the village, heading toward the source of the powerful aura.  As he was closing in, however, he stopped. "Ah, there he is!" Being closer now, he could sense and distinguish Alice's familiar presence in a nearby house. Changing his course, he arrived at the house from the side and headed to the nearest window, so as to have a peek inside. He saw a suited man, carrying a briefcase, running madly toward him.
 
"Huh?"

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Age : 22
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army (Commander)
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 5
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 5
Attack (ATK) : 275
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 335
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
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Berries : 50,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Thu Dec 22, 2016 9:27 pm

The bird-masked man didn't appear willing to part with his mask, but that didn't deter Ronx. In fact, if anything, he didn't seem to notice that there was anything out of the ordinary, which was an incredible feat in itself, given the tense atmosphere of the room. Suddenly, something on the ground pulled the young man's attention away from his objective and he dropped to the ground with a massive grin across his face. "Oh, wow, candy!" he exclaimed, not realising that he had unwittingly dropped a sixth piece when he had pulled out his candy pouch. "I'm so lucky, it's my favourite type too!"

Especially lucky because he had somehow managed to dodge the potentially deadly attack that the Cipher Pol agent had intended to cleave him into two with. Feeling the breeze that followed ruffle the top of his head, Ronx glanced up in surprise. Then, he heard the sound of empty needles dropping to the ground and, as easily distracted as he was, he turned with unconfined interest. His eyes traced to the needles, forgetting or somehow still oblivious to the fact that he might have involved himself into something he shouldn't have. Then, as the two fighters sprung into action, Ronx felt the ground shift underneath him. To his surprise, little blocks began forming from the floor and began surging upwards to form a cage. The notion that the floor was trying to trap him help some interest to Ronx, but not as much as the fallen syringes and within a flash, he was standing beside the syringes that had rolled outside of the strange confines.

Stooping down, the man with his unwavering cheerful countenance scooped the little containers up and admired them in the limited light that filtered through the window. "You wouldn't happen to want to sell these to me for five-no six!-pieces so you?" he asked with wonder, turning to the skinny man in the suit before starting. "Oh my, where did he go?" He stared around incredulously before shrugging and slipping the vials into his pocket. "Well, if he's so willing to leave them behind without even a proper farewell, he doesn't deserve them!" he said with an huff, genuinely annoyed that the suited man had been careless enough to forget such treasures. "Now...I feel like I'm forgetting something...oh yes!"

The bird-masked man was making a pursuit for the man who had been quick to retreat, but Ronx was quick to remember that he still had unfinished business. In a flash, he was in front of the door, abruptly blocking the agent's attempt to leave the home. "Now, about that mask of yours..."

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Epithet : The Conqueror (Formerly "Black Fist")
Age : 49
Race : Cyborg
Faction : Yonkou (Former)
Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Former)
Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
Willpower (WP) : 600
Level : 100
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Fri Dec 23, 2016 7:32 pm

”Who do you think I am?”

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The silent grunting of Gray from the leaking hole in his left iliac region was completely overshadowed by the desperate and chaotic panting and moaning of his staggering, noseless and naked foe. Gray’s eyes averted themselves from him, not wanting to accidentally meet the shameful gaze of the man’s private parts. From what he had noticed from the aftermath of his punch, he was certain he had buried some pieces of the man’s shattered mask into his cheeks, doubtlessly leaving grievous lacerations and terrible scars afterwards, if he were to live through his ordeal. But, most of all, he was sure of having bypassed whatever the man’s devil fruit powers were, which he suspected were what aided his defense from Gray’s previous attack.

Gray’s sea-prism stone knuckles built into his robotic arm were quite useful in countering devil fruit users. However, Gray being a devil fruit user himself, had to take extra precaution not to let his own weapon turn against him. To keep the devil fruit suppressant from affecting himself accidentally, he had requested automatic metallic sheaths placed around the knuckles, which covered the sea-prism stone studs, preventing Gray from weakening himself when he felt the need to show off by performing stereotypical and clichéd actions such as driving his fist into his palm while cracking his neck.

And while his current situation nearly gave him the right to act out on such a fantasy, he restrained himself from doing so, instead diverting his attention back towards his companion and his patient. To his dismay and later boiling agitation, he had now detected three unknown presences in the house that he had left in the doctor’s care. But, what worried him the most was that the doctor’s presence was without the walls of the building, rather than within. Could the new presences that had managed to slip through his overwhelming Kenbunshoku haki belong to the fellow agents of Bear-face? It was hard to tell, as the emotions emanating from those presences were rather frantic and chaotic, one swooning over someone or something, in a sense, while a second one casting intense aggression.

All of this was suddenly less important when his scan made him realize what dire straits his temporary colleague was in. The two opponents that he had disposed of earlier, had now slept enough. Their consciousness returned, he could detect their presence on top of the roof above the building that the doctor was scrambling away from. Things had just now hit a new bottom. While his own fight may have been one-on-one, though far from fair and even for his enemy, the doctor’s fight was now potentially five-on-one, from what he could tell. This had to end before his initial goal was too far out of his grasp. His fists clenched tightly as he stepped firmly towards the bleeding man. ”It pains me to do this, but you and I both know that if I let you go, you will use this village against me when I’m not here to protect it.” He hated himself for the hypocrisy that he was about to justify. ”While I value your life, as despicable as you may be, I value the lives of those villagers more. I’d like to know your name, your real name, before I end your life. And if you have any final words for someone, I might be able to pass them on.”

The man he had just defeated had shown incredible resilience, despite his loss, and even more pride and bravery. However, this pride and bravery could also be seen as arrogance and foolishness, depending on who you asked. Gray believed it to be the latter, and his fears were confirmed, when he received a response from the ill-fated man. ”Fuck you, Conqueror. Your kind disgusts me. You claim to respect life and protect it, when in the end, when faced with an inconvenient choice, you do what you judge others for doing: you kill.” He spat out blood as he kneeled on one knee, quivering in pain. His voice was barely audible, and slurred almost beyond recognition due to the missing teeth and bleeding mouth. But, Gray could not mistake his words. ”How many men did you kill when you went on your rampage in the New World, huh? Did you go speak to the relatives of each soldier you killed, telling them how you'd ended their lives when all they were doing was following orders like any good soldier would do? Of course you didn't. So, spare me your patronizing words, you hypocrite. Just kill me... because if you don’t, I sure as shit will kill every single person in that village, which without a doubt my Chief will order me to do.” Gray’s downcast eyes were as obvious an admission of guilt as one could ever be. He would probably regret the decision he was about to make, but if that’s what it took to maintain his ideals, so be it.

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Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
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Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
Willpower (WP) : 100
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sat Dec 24, 2016 9:12 am

For a moment there, the world turned into a twirling blur. As the worst passed, Richard found himself upside down, awkwardly sprawled in a pile of sand. The leap through the window that was supposed to be a brilliant escape maneuver ended up being a pitiful tumble. Some wide-eyed meddler got in the way. The doctor wasn’t quite sure if he had crashed right into the fellow, but his aching head wagered yes. At least he was keen on blaming the stranger for this one... and not, say, getting his foot caught on the window pane or something equally silly. The toxic eyes finally stopped spinning and an unintelligible grumble escaped between the gritted teeth. Wonderful... Just what he needed in this chaos... More complications.

Snatching the hat from the ground, the crook struggled upright. Dusting his clothes felt admittedly futile, but he couldn’t help the habit. "Geh... At least this day can’t possibly get any worgh-!" Yes, yes it could. What cut his words into a garbled wheeze was an iron grip tightening around his throat. Always with the throat... The gun and the suitcase fell with a light thud. He wasn’t the shortest fellow around, yet the warthog-masked agent effortlessly tangled him off the ground. How did a guy of this size move so fast? The criminal could’ve sworn the opponent was... Tch, no matter... Right now he didn’t have the luxury of wondering hypotheticals.

Fueled by chemical rage, the doctor flailed fiercely. However, even enhanced he simply didn’t have the raw strength to break free. So... Plan B. On the dark desk of his mind, an imaginary book fluttered open. It ran through a list of unprotected body parts within his reach. Eyes... Arteries... [Sucker Punch] Suddenly his fist shot upwards, far faster than most eyes could track. Glass jaw! Rattled, the hog staggered backwards. His hold loosened just enough for the rat to slip free. Richard, ever the helpful fellow, assisted the swaying man with a nasty kick in the gut. It sent the masked menace backwards, right towards the meddling stranger as it happened. Pure coincidence really. And certainly not out of a petty grudge or anything. Perish the thought.

As a parting gift, the criminal chemist pulled a bright red flask from the depths of his deep pockets. It shined ominously in the sunlight, the only warning anyone would get. [Maxwell’s Cocktail] With the sound of shattering glass, a sizable fireball swallowed the agent. ...Along with anyone unfortunate enough to be in his vicinity. Scorching shards and burning liquid showered the immediate area. Even as the crimson mixture splattered against sand, it showed no signs of fizzling. Without a serious combination of stop, drop and roll, the flames would keep going for a good while.

Richard retrieved his belongings and swept the barrel of his pistol over the numerous foes. Step by wavering step he backed away. "Ahem, gentlemen...  How about we all just agree to retreat? Cut our losses, see?" His nervous glare twitched between the figures, counting. One, two, three, four and more... Aside from Gray, they were all enemies in his eyes, every single one of them. While the criminal had all but forgotten the life he was supposed to be protecting, his selfish escape attempts actually worked for her benefit. With every action, the agents focused chasing after the rat and thus moved away from the helpless patient. Mind you, he didn’t quite appreciate that particular silver lining.

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Name : Eva Mazino
Epithet : Hangman
Age : 26
Race : Human
Faction : Revolutionary
Crew Position : Commander
Devil Fruit : Ito Ito no Mi (String-String Fruit)
Haoshoku : 6
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 6
Attack (ATK) : 290
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 330
Willpower (WP) : 380
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 225,200,000
Berries : 150,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Dec 25, 2016 5:57 pm

Picking himself up from the ground, Eva wondered what the hell had just happened. Rubbing his aching head, he looked around, trying to understand the situation. He saw the suited man that had so rudely crashed into him, but before he could say anything, the same man was gripped by the throat, his feet dangling off the ground. "Ho? Seems like I was right, this is interesting". Cracking his knuckles, the young man started to approach the two men. However, in a blur, the suited man was free and the bulkier man staggering backward toward Eva. Thinking to sidestep the man, Eva quickly changed his mind as what appeared to be fire exploded from something the suited man had thrown. Barely able to react, he grabbed the pig-masked man and used him as a shield, hoping to avoid some damage. Unfortunately, some of the fiery liquid got onto his arms and, panicked, he attempted to put it off by slapping the burning areas and letting go of the fiery pigman, who screamed in agony as he dropped to the floor trying to put out the fire. This apparently was a bad idea, as the fire spread onto his palms. Surprised by the liquid's persistence, Eva utilized his devil fruit powers to extinguish the flame. Countless strings emerged from his body to tightly cover the burning areas, snuffing the fires out.

"Retreat? I just got here, I want to have some fun... But I'm not really that into bullying a trembling old man, even if he happens to know a trick or two", Eva replied to the suited man, as he glanced at the still burning pools of liquid the man had thrown. Noticing that the pig-masked man had disappeared, "Where did-" Eva was interrupted, as suddenly the ground below his feet, well, wasn't. Surprised, Eva tried to extend two strings from his hands, so as to latch on the roofs of two nearby houses.  Before he was able to, however, a snake masked man emerged from the hole, punching him in the gut. Not having solid footing, Eva was flung backward and crashed into a wall. "Get lost", the snake hissed, turning his attention back to his target. Just as he turned his back,

[Tamaito]

Ten string bullets flew toward the agent's back. Only the first two found their mark, however, as the snake-masked man quickly dodged the rest and retreated underground. "Looks like that pig-guy had a friend. Is there a carnival or something?", Eva thought out loud, after spitting blood.

[Busoshoku]

Having taken significant damage from a single punch, the revolutionary went against his instincts and decided to give defense a try, this time around.
"I would advise against you meddling in our plans. If you stay out of our way, we might even turn a blind eye to you being here... After all, we have much bigger fish to fry today. Stay out of this if you value your life, Hangman." the agent's voice could be heard from underground.

"Hahaha! Bigger fish you say? Nice try, but you should try making your lies more believable. That man is hardly a plankton! Come now! Entertain me!", shouted the revolutionary commander back at the hidden agent.

As he talked, Eva planned his counterattack. Taking into consideration that the agent was able to make the ground disappear, he created a small, invisible string from his back and attached one end of it to an undestroyed part of the wall behind him, leaving the other end on his back.

[Itonoko]

Just as he had finished, the agent created a hole at the revolutionary's feet and grabbed his ankles, aiming to pull him down. Due to the unexpected resistance, and the loosely tied shoes, the agent lost his grip momentarily. Capitalizing on the opening, Eva tugged on the string on his back, sending himself flying upward and detaching it from his back. This caused the wall to break and it was sent straight toward the surprised agent. While on the air, Eva swiped both his hands toward the agent.

[Goshikito]

Ten sharp strings flew toward the agent, hidden by the falling piece of stone wall.

The agent was quick to react. Seeing the wall coming down on him, he quickly raised his hand and barely managed to create a hole in it. However, due to his vision being obscured, he was unable to react to the follow-up attack. The razor sharp wires cut the remaining pieces of the wall to neat blocks and cut deeply into the snake-masked agent, who fell down the depths of his own hole, his mask broken.
 

After landing next, Eva fished his shoes out of the hole and looked around, trying to gauge the current situation, a wide grin on his face.


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Name : Alice Baltroy Ronx
Epithet : Flying Dart
Age : 22
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army (Commander)
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 5
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 5
Attack (ATK) : 275
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 335
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 150,000,000
Berries : 50,000
Posts : 50

PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Mon Dec 26, 2016 8:39 am

If the fact that Ronx was in serious danger hadn't already sunk in, it had to fast. His sudden interception had caught the Cipher Pol agent by surprise, but that was only because her attention had been elsewhere. The same mistake was unlikely to happen again, at least that's how the agent saw it. Who this silly, golden-haired man was mattered little to the agent, especially where her objective was concerned and that made him just an unnecessary hindrance. The agent struck her hand out, slamming it into the door frame just inches away from Ronx's cheek. The force of the strike made Ronx blink in surprise and all of a sudden, the frame fell into a mass of cubes. Finally sensing danger, Ronx's gaze sharpened a fraction and he struck his hand out.

[Preying Aquilam]

With a flat palm, Ronx struck into the masked agent's torso and she narrowed her eyes. The gesture seemed to amuse her, especially when nothing seemed to happen, but then an explosion of needles suddenly burst into her stomach, almost as though it came from his very palm. The masked agent grunted, but more in surprise than pain. Taking advantage of her surprise, Ronx swung around and loaded enough force into his foot to sink it into the agent's stomach. The foot made direct contact with the darts that were still protruding conspicuously from his previous attack. With a gasp from the agent, the darts sunk further into her torso, but all Ronx had managed to do was get himself further under her skin, both figuratively and literally. The bird-masked agent allowed herself to be carried backwards with the kick, but she was quick to recover. Digging her heels into the ground, she stopped just before hitting the far wall. Then, the agent lunged forward, with an index finger taut and before Ronx could even react, sharp pain blossomed from his left shoulder.

Blood trickled slowly from the wound, as if even his body hadn't quite realised yet that it had been dealt a ruinous blow. But before long, blood had filled the hole that was in his shoulder and was streaming down his body. Ronx stood wordlessly as the bird-masked agent spun away from the young man, a telltale splash of crimson trailing down her index finger. She turned away to return to pursuing her objective once more, before abruptly turning still. Slowly and silently, she turned back to face Ronx. Behind the mask, her eyes were obscured, but it was clear that they were trained solely on Ronx. In turn, his brilliant amber eyes, having lost their previous spontaneous and merry glint, were now hard with weighted fixation. A moment dragged on that might have felt like eternity to a simple onlooker, but there was a heavy aura that even the simplest could not remain oblivious to.

And then all of a sudden, both burst into action. The agent charged forward, silent and precise like an owl, while Ronx swept his right hand from underneath his mantle and it whipped open.

[Icio Pulse]

A surge of darts shot out, meeting the agent's assault front-on. She ducked under the onslaught of tiny, almost invisible missiles, only a few managing to catch her exposed neck, but the next wave quickly followed. The sound of her clicking tongue indicated at her frustration of the relentless assault of darts, but she knew they weren't intended to cause lasting damage. As Ronx kicked himself upwards and flew over his wave of darts, the agent was ready for him. Her body bent out of the way as Ronx's right fist plummeted forward and her finger struck forward yet again, this time aimed for his neck.

[Volanti Crux]

Stuck in midair, Ronx spun around and brought both his hands up, shooting out darts from each hand as he did so. From the close proximity paired with the precise timing of meeting the agent's attack, even the agent with her aptitude was caught by surprise and a cross was distinctively branded across her chest as the attack struck. Her finger only grazed his neck, but Ronx landed with a heavy and painful thud, staggering clumsily as his wounds jolted from the strain caused by his landing. The agent's leg swung low, catching Ronx in the stomach and he was sent flying back into the wall with a crash that quaked the entire house. He coughed blood as he made impact with the wall, but he was determined to allow as little of the pain to show as possible. He careened back onto his feet as blood dripped from his left temple, but his eyes were still sharp and crackled almost like lightning, as though he had yet to admit his defeat. And true to that, he hadn't. He was determined, even if it meant his inevitable death.

The agent was in front of his in a flash, ready to deliver that inevitable death. Her finger came charging forward again, but Ronx swung his leg up and it sank into his right thigh. He gritted his teeth in pain, but then grabbed her wrist. Even behind that unrevealing mask, Ronx saw her eyes widen and with her finger still lodged in his thigh, he pulled his leg back. The startled agent fell forward with his leg and with his his hand, still clamped tightly around her wrist, he aided her fall. Before long, he was on top of her with a dart pressed against her neck and blood dripping from his face, down his cheeks and onto that beautiful bird mask.

Suddenly the wall beside him crumpled. Surprised, Ronx glanced up, anticipating a new enemy but what he saw left him and his opponent speechless.

"Eva?"

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Crew : Black Fist Pirates (Former)
Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
Crew Position : Captain (Former)
Devil Fruit : Pressure-Pressure Fruit
Haoshoku : 9
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 9
Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
Reflex (RX) : 655
Willpower (WP) : 600
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Experience Points : 10000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Dec 27, 2016 7:23 am

”Who do you think I am?”


When a man’s inner rage boils over from constant taunting and tormenting, he doesn’t stop to sieve right from wrong; he simply reacts. “The Conqueror’s War” they had taken to calling Gray’s episode of this very reaction. The screams of dying soldiers… the tears of the fallen crew mates… It all echoed in his conscience every waking moment. He may not have regretted his desire to free his mother-figure from the greasy clutches of the World Government, but he certainly regretted the manner in which he went about it. The consequences of his actions had been felt through the entire world, as evident by this relatively peaceful sandy village now thrown into turmoil.

All this had started with death and destruction, and his defeated yet resolute enemy had reminded him of something his late first mate used to say. ”You can truly call yourself a hero only when your enemy realizes that you are one.” And judging by his opponent’s steadfast opinion about him, Gray was certainly no hero.

During his travels his secret had been compromised to a few Marines who had surely reported his health to their superiors. He had wondered why the World Government, in these past four years, had not made his survival known to the world. But, the answer to that question was clear as day. The Navy couldn’t afford to look weak by announcing that it had failed to dispose of one of the worst enemies of the world. There was no doubt in his mind though, that the World Government would resort to sending agents after him to dispatch him as quietly as possible. And yet, this was the first time in four years that he had seen an agent chasing after him; only they weren’t after him.

His thoughts then wandered off to the doctor. He had now realized how utterly hypocritical and meaningless his words must have sounded to a practical and pragmatic man such as himself, despite their sincerity. A man who did not wish to let life get the better of him must surely try to get the better of life, no? Surely that’s what the doctor thought. And to judge someone for this very ideology was the same as Gray judging himself, considering his own past selfish and thoughtless actions.

And so, Gray had to make a choice: let him go and uproot an entire village full of people from their ancestral home, possibly leaving them in even deeper poverty and isolation, or embrace the cynical and pragmatic ideas of those he had often scorned while sacrificing his own, which had already been compromised more than once. If he were to choose the latter, he would have nothing to lose, since he had already lost the right to preach to another about the value of life. And if he were to pick the former, he would have to carry on the facade of caring about the lives of heartless men such as his opponent, until he arrived at this same fork in the road once again.

Gray had no vigor left after his almost never-ending pilgrimage of atonement. His will had weakened from seeing the tears and hearing the cries of the loved ones of those he called family. It was time to embrace the fact that his strength was not considerable enough to let every enemy live without dire consequences. It was time to put an end to the hypocrisy and accept the fact that he was more of a killer than any man he could accuse of being one.

With his wound still bleeding slightly, he cautiously walked towards his kneeling opponent. Without another word, he thrust his blackened robotic hand through the center of his chest, causing the naked and unmasked man to spit out blood. A grim yet sad expression dominated Gray’s face, his eyes narrowed with disappointment in himself and the world.

While watching the life wither away from Bear-face's deep-green eyes, Gray's attention was once again directed towards the doctor. To his surprise, the combat had become rather chaotic, and his initial assumption that it was a five vs. one battle may have been wrong. Nonetheless, the village had suffered enough of this unwarranted pandemonium. If the fight had not ended before he returned, Gray had resolved to end it with a single blow.

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Name : Richard Maxwell
Epithet : Plague Rat
Age : 47
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : --
Ship : --
Crew Position : --
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 1
Attack (ATK) : 225
Defense (DEF) : 445
Reflex (RX) : 540
Willpower (WP) : 100
Level : 55
Experience Points : 5570
Bounty : 74,000,000
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PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Tue Dec 27, 2016 4:25 pm

Droplets of relief condensed in the edges of the doctor’s mind. At least one foe wasn’t out for his blood. Unfortunately, that soothing sensation was soon contaminated. First there was confusion. ...Did that agent just mention Hangman? Then fear. Pensively Richard’s stare inched onto the overly energetic man, already dreading the realization. Epithet... Blonde hair... Devil fruit powers... Oh. Oh heavens no. Out of all the possible people to wander here, it just had to be one of the Revolutionaries and a Commander no less. Fantastic. Of all the possible islands in the vast seas, that renegade just had to be right here, right now. What were the odds anyway? Well, so miniscule that the rat could almost hear Lady Luck laughing at him...

Many might have taken offense to being brushed off, ridiculed even, like that... But not Richard, oh no. "T-that’s right! Youngster here is talking sense, see? Don’t let this old man distract you from the real fight." Rather, he eagerly clung onto the new opportunity for deception. Anything to get these agents off his back. "This has all been a huge misunderstanding really. A series of unfortunate events, you know. I solemnly swear I am an innocent bystander here, a nameless nobody who just happens to look like someone else." It was something of a wonder the flimsy claim didn’t outright collapse the weight of sheer irony. As far as he was concerned, however, it was worth a shot.

While the agents had their hands full with other targets, the rat turned tail. He skittered away from the flying rubble and hid behind the next building. Out of sight, out of mind, as they said. If he got even the tiniest bit lucky, all the crazies would off each other and he could walk away scot-free. His nervous fingers dipped into the pocket and grasped a vial notably bigger than the others. He was running on fumes at this point and soon his chemical boost would run out entirely, but at least he still had his trump card... Granted, he didn’t really want to use it. These mixtures weren’t cheap, you know.

Carefully the criminal peeked around the corner. He wasn’t quite sure what was going on over there, but it seemed the meddlers had their foes on the ropes. Finally some good news. Now, only the vagabond was missing from the picture... Wonderfully venomous ideas brewed in his mind. He still had plenty of leverage, see? Thanks to their little deal. With just few carefully crafted words he could have his new friend... handle... the rest of the agents and those two troublemakers. Permanently. All in the name of protecting the patient of course.

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Epithet : Hangman
Age : 26
Race : Human
Faction : Revolutionary
Crew Position : Commander
Devil Fruit : Ito Ito no Mi (String-String Fruit)
Haoshoku : 6
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 6
Attack (ATK) : 290
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 330
Willpower (WP) : 380
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 225,200,000
Berries : 150,000
Posts : 27

PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Wed Dec 28, 2016 4:50 pm

Eva's wide grin was distorted as he spat out blood, falling to one knee. "Gah... I let my guard down... That punch did a number on my internals." Still sensing a number of unknown auras, however, he quickly got back up, moving toward where he felt Alice's presence. It seemed his companion was engaged in combat, something that relieved the young revolutionary "At least he's still alive. Might need to help him, though..."
 
[Kenbunshoku] 
 
Mere moments after he had started tracking Alice's location, however, a nearby wall crumbled, revealing behind it a blood-drenched Alice, on top of what seemed to be a bird-masked individual. "Oh, Alice! There you are! I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Not missing an opportunity to mess with his friend even when he bloody and beaten, Eva was ready to keep jesting when he noticed something odd. Two large blocks seemed to have started floating toward each side of Alice's head. His brain working in overdrive, Eva got a gist of the actual situation and acted as fast as he could, so as to protect his companion.
 
[Cocoon]
[String Tornado]
 
Thousands of strings came out of Eva's right hand and rushed to engulf his co-revolutionary in a sturdy cocoon.  At the same time, using his left arm, he entrapped the bird-masked woman inside a tornado of razor sharp strings. In mere moments his companion and the enemy were engulfed in string cocoons. The next instant, his companion's cocoon was broken by the bird-masked agent's attack. In just a few seconds, the agent would break through her temporary imprisonment. Eva had to act fast.
 
Inside the tornado, the agent once more clicked her tongue. She had tried breaking it with simple punches and kicks but only managed to sustain more cuts this way. Probably thinking that remaining in there any longer would be dangerous and certainly not wishing to waste any more time, the agent activated her Busoshoku Haki, a black glint appearing on flesh visible behind the ripped clothes. Focusing her power on offense, she easily ripped through her string confines with a single powerful kick.
 
[String Ray]

Seconds before the agent had broken the tornado, Eva had raised his palm and fired a condensed beam of strings, aimed at the agent's stomach. The woman, however, was much too quick. Tilting her body, she managed to avoid getting impaled, only receiving a deep cut on her side.  Drawing the agent's attention and preparing his next move, Eva hoped that his companion would have maneuvered himself and be at the ready to launch a critical attack on their enemy.

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Epithet : Flying Dart
Age : 22
Race : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army (Commander)
Crew : Bonbon X
Ship : Wonderland Hatch
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 5
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 5
Attack (ATK) : 275
Defense (DEF) : 300
Reflex (RX) : 335
Willpower (WP) : 300
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 150,000,000
Berries : 50,000
Posts : 50

PostSubject: Re: A perfectly good reason to panic. [open]   Sun Jan 01, 2017 8:28 am

As the last specks of dust fell from what remained of the wall, Ronx's confusion fell away too. "Oh right, you were here too!" he chirped, his combat persona melting away to the face his revolutionary friends were so familiar with and often found exasperating. "Eva, Eva, listen, don't you think this mask is so pretty? I offered six pieces for it, isn't that a great deal? But then this lady started attacking me and she won't even put up a price! How am I supposed to negotiate if she won't work with me?" He pouted and seemed ready (and very willing) to continue unloading his mediocre dilemma onto his companion when he felt the female agent shift ever-so-slightly underneath him. His brows lifting up in surprise, he was quick to react before noticing that his partner was already steps ahead of him. Smiling with amusement down at the agent, his vision was then obscured by the thin threads that Eva conjured and the last thing the agent saw before her attack failed, was the cryptic and vexing smile.

It was barely a moment later when his defence fell loosely all around him and he now sat on the dusty ground with a whirlwind of strings in front of him. Picking himself up and carefully dusting himself off, he then warily manoeuvred himself around the tornado that now trapped the agent until he reached Eva's side. Inside the string walls, he could see the peculiar confines tremble as the agent furiously tried to pound her way out, only tainting the stringy storm with blood. The tornado was holding up excellently, but even Ronx with all his positivity could see that the fight was far from over. Nevertheless, he still tilted his head at the tornado curiously with a finger pressed innocently to his lips. "Is it over?" he asked with an almost childish tone before throwing his arms up and leaping into the air. "Yayyyy Eva's the best! Wait! Silly Eva, you forgot about the mask!" he exclaimed in dismay and turned to scold his partner before flinching. "Ouch, oh right, I'm bleeding. Eva look at this hole! It's so round! Oh...that's...Eva, do you think maybe that's too much blood coming out? How much blood do I have again?"

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Suddenly the whirling strings confining the agent tore open, threads flying up into the air in a flurry. But Eva was ready, shooting out a beam of strings that pierced the agent's side. Although the attack had been intended to drill a hole into her stomach, the damage she received still appeared grievous enough. Not to mention, despite all his folly, Ronx was ready too and the attack that followed immediately after Eva had executed his, hit it's mark.

[Gracilis Lance]

Bringing up his uninjured right hand, he conjured up an enormity of darts within seconds, all tightly packed together so that they appeared to be one colossal lance. The attack was intended to be a medium ranged one, but for the purposes of maximising the force of the attack, Ronx darted forward until he was directly behind the agent that was still distracted by his revolutionary brother. Thrusting the lance into the exact same point where Eva's attack had grazed her, the darts suddenly exploding on impact, drilling themselves into her torso. However, the agent was tenacious and the majority of the darts fell away leaving only a few managing to find purchase, clinging weakly to her skin. Somersaulting away, Ronx knew he had only a few seconds to act before he had the female agent's attention back on him again.

"Buuuut...all my other attacks haven't been working," complained Ronx, carelessly voicing his woes aloud and, even more carelessly, pausing to contemplate his woes. "Eva! Why do all my attacks only seem to make her click her tongue and yours get to make her....oh that's a lot of blood. Miss, are you alright?" Suddenly, his eyes tracked down to the obsidian glint of her skin. "Eva! When did you learn to burn people! Wait...ohhhhh." The lightbulb that clicked on was almost tangible over his head as realisation struck him.

[Busoshoku]
[Kenbunshoku]

Ronx's aura spiked as the Haki flowed out from him and appeared to imbue into his mantle. However, the reality was that his darts, which were hidden perfectly in the threads of his mantle, received the Haki augmentation. "Sometimes it's so easy to forget that we can use something like this," commented Ronx cheerfully, despite the fact that he almost always used Haki to mask his presence and often did so habitually since he had acquired the skill. The agent now hesitated to have her back to him, but she seemed to expect more from the older revolutionary in front of her.

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[Debilito Dart: Winter]

As the agent pondered between the two revolutionary men, one in front of her and the other behind, Ronx shot out four individual darts. Each dart sailed through the air, taking aim at different parts of the agents body: one on either shoulder and one on either hip. It was as though instinct moved her and the agent spun around, swiping the air and the dart aimed for her left shoulder missed its mark. But the other three sunk deep into where Ronx had aimed and abruptly, a shudder passed through the agent's entire body.

Her legs gave way and she fell to the ground as they failed to comply to her will. Her eyes widened beneath the bird mask and she immediately attempted to will her legs to move, only to then realise that her right arm also flopped uselessly on her side. Arrested in panic, she appeared conclude that all control of her body had completely dissipated, but only Ronx with his perceptiveness to his own attack knew that the move hadn't succeeded entirely and that if the agent was given the time, she would realise that her faculties were still minimally available to her. However, he knew that his partner was more than capable of keeping her occupied enough. A small, enigmatic and almost unnoticeable smile played on the young man's lips as he pulled away from the masked woman, allowing his revolutionary brother to finish this battle that had drawn on for long enough.

"Wait, I forgot to tell him to spare the mask."

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