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 Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]

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PostSubject: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Mar 26, 2017 2:08 pm

”Who do you think I am?”



Doskoi Panda: a clothing line that, according to its flamboyant advertisements, had existed for centuries. And the tired old drifter could certainly believe it, having seen its products spread worldwide since he set out to explore the seven seas. A floppy panda attempting to flex; whoever had designed this genius logo certainly hadn’t considered its target demographic. “We make you look as fat and unfashionable as our mascot panda” might be a prudent slogan with that particular symbolism. Nonetheless, they had done a well enough job transforming the logo into a massive statue, here at the headquarters of the industrial powerhouse that was Doskoi Panda.

Seeing the statue tower above the storm of smoking chimneys that were a good distance away from it only emphasized its incredible magnitude. It was sculpted out of a dirty silver, streaks of which showed through the scraped bits on the otherwise black and white panda. The city that it stood upon was a sight to behold in the hours of the underworld. Millions of golden and yellow lights sparkling the faded outlines of troops of buildings that stood vigil in the dark of the night. A gigantic dome constructed of mirror-like glass was the most prized landmark of its appropriately named island. This was the city that the world’s many mega-corporations called their home. This was the place where the most brilliant entrepreneurs and pioneers of unfound businesses came to make their dreams come true. This was Mirrorball Island.

The drifter walked along an invisible path, high up in the breezy air above the calm East Blue waters. His vantage point had allowed him to witness the artificial beauty of the island in its full glory. The lack of sleep over the past few days of walking across the ocean had left heavy dark bags under his eyes, and lazy yawns were a constant harrassment. But, he preferred to have solid ground underneath him when resting, even if his abilities kept him afloat while asleep. Thankfully, the seas had been calm, as they often were in the Blues, at least in comparison to his usual stomping grounds in the Grand Line. His original destination had been another island in the East Blue, but with a poster of a notoriously skilled magician having flown directly into his face with nothing else in sight for miles besides the ocean’s shimmering, he decided to take a quick detour to the hosting location, namely Mirrorball Island.

The Magic Man, the posters called him unoriginally, and he wondered if the man himself had taken to that moniker as well as his audience seemed to have. Nathaniel Thorne; the name of the performer seemed eerily familiar when matched with that particular profession and his awfully nostalgic face. White hair, pale skin and piercing grey eyes were all too reminiscent of someone he had known a long time ago. This curiosity and familiarity was what was driving him to this otherwise mundane performance. For what magic tricks could ever surprise him after having witnessed the mind-boggling phenomena that were an everyday occurrence in the New World for decades?

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Age : 18
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Mon Mar 27, 2017 1:05 pm


Nathaniel sat backstage mentally preparing himself for his next big performance, of which was to take place in the Hammer and Anvil Theatre on Mirrorball Island - a fairly famous venue for those within the live entertainment business. It had been stood in it's place since the early days of Mirrorball Island, way back before Doskoi Panda became the colossus it is today. It had housed many esteemed talents over the decades it had been in action and therefore had also had it's fair share of infamous audience members. However, none of that concerned Nathaniel at the moment. While of course he tried his best in rehearsals and would never want to distract himself from giving 100%, he couldn't help but think about the more than odd circumstances in which he'd arrived at this point. For what was probably the first time since he'd become more famous for his piracy than his showmanship, he had been contacted by the representative of a Theatre and asked to perform personally. Usually, Nathaniel would book a venue of his own accord, more times than not under some sort of alias in order to avoid unwanted attention.

Nathaniel was not a stupid man, far from it in fact. He knew that there was a high possibility this was some sort of trap, perhaps the Navy had cottoned on to the fact Nathaniel rarely - if ever - turned down a show, but why should that stop him? Nathaniel loved to perform the magic he had learned from back home and from his Parent's journal, plus he was confident he could deal with any potential threat whenever and wherever he needed to. And so Nathaniel accepted the job and had made his way to the East Blue.

He let out a sigh and lent back in his chair. Perhaps he was overthinking it? What if the director of the Hammer and Anvil was just a fan of his? Maybe they didn't even realise he was a Pirate - a wanted Pirate at that. It was at this point that Nathaniel was tapped on the shoulder. Without reacting too much, Nathaniel opened one eye to see who it was that was bothering him. As it happened, it was one of the backstage crew that had been asked to inform Nathaniel that he was expected on stage in five minutes for a sound and lighting check. Nathaniel thanked the lad and sat up straight once again, now staring directly back at himself in the mirror that sat on his desk. He couldn't help but wonder if his Parents had performed here during their glory days. Maybe one of them even sat in his very chair looking at themselves in this very mirror. He felt a twang on pain shoot through his gut. Even now it was still difficult to think of them.

Nathaniel shook himself out of it, stood up, and made his way to the stage.



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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue Mar 28, 2017 11:36 pm

The streets of a city, Cobalt hated the very idea of it. One could puzzle for days on why Cobalt hated cities though many could assume it was because of how she was born and raised within the lush greenery of Kano, but other theorize that she simply hated people. These people were what Cobalt liked to call wrong, she didn't like this city because of the big giant panda imposed above everyone else. People would pass by her bamboozled by her actions as she continuously glared at the giant metal object, people could swear that the inanimate object was beginning to sweat profusely either out of embarrassment or terror. Staring at the object gave Cobalt a bright idea, she had seen a devil fruit magazine multiple times in the past, among the many devil fruits listed there was one said to manipulate magnetism. This would be the perfect tool for the Shichibukai to ruin several corporate monuments as they usually ended up being made of metal.

Grinning and her genius idea she turned away and began walking to another location. She wasn't here for any particular reason, maybe she just wanted to see who might soon join her in paradise, a bit of a taste test as it were. Today she found herself looking for some sort of magic show led by a Nathaniel... something or other, she really didn't care about his full name but she did care about what he was capable of. Walking into the venue she was immediately entranced by the sweet smell of freshly cooked barbecue ribs, likewise she ordered two full orders of the ribs albeit in a threatening manner. Beginning to chew on one of the bones she gazed up at the stage as the show began.
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Wed Mar 29, 2017 10:56 pm



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Truth be told, Laurel had only scarce heard of the Thornes, and was only slightly more aware of the Hammer and Anvil Theatre. She would have called it the misfortune of being born in a different Blue - but even the outset of her adventures did not have her grace the establishment. In fact, barring local carnivals and the like, this would mark the first time in her life attending any sort of show, and the surreality of that fact was not lost on her. And even then, half her motivation was to see what sort of character her mark was, even if the term was a bit strong. Much else was to satisfy her own simple curiosity, with her clothes casual to reflect that and remain low-key, and the rest, to satisfy the broiling envy of Goblin, who was dressed - for once - in culottes and a poet shirt whose frills did little to hide his figure.

Evidently, Goblin harbored a one-sided hatred against Bishop Thorne that had been left to stew ever since the magician’s disappearance, despite them never once actually meeting. The grudge stemmed from his street performing days, as many would rather see the Thorne’s shows than his. And now that the son had entered the business, this ire extended to him as well. Every now and then the little man would glance at a hanging poster for the venue attractions, or an oblivious, overly excited guest, with a look that said, “Just you wait, Thorne.” It seemed that, no matter the context, Goblin did not like rivals.

“If you keep this up you might make One-Eye jealous,” Laurel said, almost serious. Goblin grumbled something unintelligible, sounding like a squawking baby bird.

After a couple minutes of looking around the lobby, Goblin decided to squeak something coherent. “Whole place reeks of kitsch trying to fool itself into being serious. Look at this guy,” he gestured a fat finger to one of the posters advertising a performer Laurel had never seen or heard of before moving his finger elsewhere just as quickly. “Take a look at the decor around here. Hell, and the food - not a thing here that isn’t fried. Not even the bubblegum. Like it’s all some damned island fair.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Laurel said, holding an amber, oblong confection in front of her. “I thought this black walnut taffy was a nice treat. Would you care for some?”

“You gonna teach my grandma to suck eggs?” Goblin was in no humor to be teased, which made him all the more a target for it. Even so, he gazed around the food booths, and soon grinned. He cackled like a hen laying a square egg. “Think I’ll put at least one of these places in the red. You can help me. Whaddya say?”

Laurel shook her head. It was possible, but if she indulged petty swindling too often she would become the world’s greatest economic enemy. She could expect a Buster Call to greet her wherever she went for the rest of her life. Accommodating Sleepy flirted enough with that prospect.

“I believe I lent you enough to treat yourself before we arrived.”

“Hnh. Then I’ll at least make a dent.” He zipped away into the crowd, leaving Laurel to find a chair, finish her taffy, and take a quick smoking break.

A couple minutes later, and Goblin returned with a bucket big enough it could hide Mazin if he curled up inside. It carried an equally sizable mound of strange, ravioli-shaped snacks.

“What is that?”

“Deep-fried grog potluck. Idiot had so much he couldn’t see the countertop and he was desperate to get rid of it.”

“I can understand why. ‘Potluck’ and ‘alcohol’ are two words that should never meet in the same sentence.”

Goblin grinned like a big toad. “They ain’t gonna get to from him after this show’s over. But maybe there’ll be a match in here to give me ideas in the kitchen.”

“If you say so,” Laurel said, extinguishing her kiseru and rising from the chair. The crowd was beginning to thicken as the time drew near for the show to start, but there was still likely to be seats in the peanut gallery. “Shall we go see this ‘menace’ of yours?”

Goblin’s grunt of approval came out like the squeak of a stomped rat. “And what about you, chief? Different clothes gonna be enough to keep you undercover?”

Laurel had been wearing a set of baggy trousers and a short-sleeved shirt dotted with small Doskoi Pandas - completely different from her usual style - and her hair was made waist-length. From behind or at a distance, with her ears, she could pass for a Mink tourist. “I believe someone would have greeted us by now if we were well-recognized in these parts. We shall see.”

The two pirates made their way to the theatre proper, with Laurel buying another stick of black walnut taffy - this time legitimately, in appreciation - and found open seats in the back, with a slightly off-center direct view of the stage. Sitting down, they were alert as an announcer took the stage to herald the proprietor’s gratitude for everyone’s attendance, as well as the start of the show.

“Yes, indeed,” Laurel repeated in a quiet voice, biting into the taffy. “We shall see.”

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Apr 01, 2017 8:05 am

”Who do you think I am?”



”You wanna fight?!”
”Bring it on, long-nose!”
”Who’re you calling long-nose, lazy-eye?!”
”Who’re you callin’ lazy-eye, pig-brains?!”

An everyday scuffle at an everyday tavern. This one was no different from the many he had visited before. More often than not, he would find himself in a not-so-respectable tavern despite being more than capable of affording the luxuries that would otherwise only be available to the most stupid rich travelers. But, he kept himself in the company of these jobless, penniless and angry-because-their-lives-suck folks not only to keep a low profile, but also because these places were just a lot more fun. But, it was time to bid farewell to these impromptu entertainers, as he had an appointment with a more professional one.

The drifter paid his dues for the mountain of meat that he had just gluttoned through and picked his teeth with the metallic fingers of his robotic left arm, the machine wheezing and squeaking ever so quietly as it moved about almost as flexibly as his flesh arm. Saying his thanks to the bartender, who had been more than forthcoming about the town’s state and what little information he had regarding the evening’s magic show, the black-cloaked man took his leave. He now had a more specific destination, the Hammer and Anvil theatre. Odd name, as theatres go; most entertainment venues chose to go for less brute-force and more elegant and whimsical names. He almost looked forward to finding out if there was an apparently clear reason for its name that could be derived from its structural design or its neighborhood.

To his pouty disappointment, there was not a single notable feature in the appearance of the setting that would suggest the origin of the name. It was a moderately sized location, able to fit an audience larger than one he’d feel comfortable being amidst. But, his curiosity had already brought him too far to turn back. Luckily for him, Marine presence was almost non-existent on Mirrorball Island, its policing managed by a congregation of the city’s most powerful corporate giants. This did, however, warrant an army of thugs in fancy suits and pitch-black sunglasses. The drifter rolled his eyes at the mystery factor, unable to comprehend the practicality of such eye-gear in the fading light of the evening orange. If anything, it probably took away from the pleasant atmosphere that was created by the hundreds of spherical lamps hanging from tall posts, each seeming to be a different color from the last.

With the stage still unlit and the crowd still gathering, having paid their entrance fees at one of the many ticket booths that granted passage into the expansive grounds of the theatre, the drifter squinted his eyes and sharpened his senses. Even with the distracting shiny reflections from the otherwise darkened disco ball that hung above the stage, the man could feel the movements and anxiety of the staff backstage. One seemed more nervous and yet excited above all others. If he were to guess, that was most likely the man they’d all come to see that night. In expanding his detective senses, he caught many irrelevant conversations too, unfortunately.

”Mama, I want some cotton candy too!”
”Damn you, I thought you stood me up!”
”Ugh, that fatty needs to move, his ass is like… right in my face.”
”Everything’s set boss, the deal’s going down at the first applause.”

The drifter had had more than enough practice in eavesdropping to catch, off-hand, conversations that didn’t exactly belong in a particular setting. “The deal’s going down” sounded almost as suspicious as “where’d you hide the body?” in a fun-filled event such as this. He perked his ears and narrowed his scanning gaze to find the origin of these audibles, hoping to spice up his evening just a tad bit more.

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Apr 01, 2017 6:27 pm

Anton groaned as he walked down the streets, a suitcase in his hand. This was supposed to be his time off, and instead the marine ended up getting stuck with all the paperwork. It wasn't even supposed to be his job to do so. Just the lazy bum who was in charge of it dumped it on him so he can go and have a good time. Anton, being Anton, couldn't say no, mainly because the guy in question was a higher rank than him. And so, he had all this paper work to do, bounties to update, that sort of thing.

Thankfully, there was a silver lining to all of this. Nothing said Anton had to do this at the base proper. Nobody said he couldn't go somewhere nice, have a cup of tea and work on it. It would help getting him out of the depressive atmosphere of the naval base. And so here he was, paperwork tucked in the suitcase as he headed for a nice place to set up. He had originally thought about heading to a coffee shop or something like that, but then he heard about a theater where a show was about to be put on. A show to help calm his nerves while he did his work. Besides, the guy hadn't given him a specific deadline, and he had all night to get it all done.

Anton arrived at the Hammer and Anvil Theater, already seeing people coming in for the show. Anton had enough money on him to afford a ticket, and was soon heading into the theater, stepping into the main hall. He was a little disappointed to see there were no table around, seeing only benches. Then again, this was a proper theater, not one of those 'dinner and a show' kind of deals. Still, it would be nice to get some relaxation before getting to work. The red haired marine moved to take his place, somewhere near the back, so he wasn't disturbing anyone. He could see people moving about in the back already, getting ready for the show. It seemed there was still some time.

Getting himself comfortable, he set the suitcase on his lap and opened it. He may as well take a brief look at what he had ahead of him, so he could get right down to work once the show was over. Inside were numerous forms about supply schedules, transfers, and wanted posters, many of which would need a bounty update.
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Epithet : 'Magic Man' Nathaniel Thorne
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Magic Circle Pirates
Ship : TBA
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kussetsu Kussetsu no Mi (Refraction-Refraction Fruit)
Haoshoku : 0
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Attack (ATK) : 195
Defense (DEF) : 210
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Apr 02, 2017 8:23 pm


Nathaniel watched as the second hand slowly moved around his father's Stopwatch, 30, 29, 28, 27... Nathaniel took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pictured his parents, as he always did before a performance. The lights were dimmed and the audience's murmur became silent. Nathaniel made his way to centre stage and stood still amongst the darkness. A single spotlight shone down upon him suddenly.

"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen of Mirrorball Island! And welcome to the Hammer and Anvil Theatre, my name is Nathaniel Thorne and over the next few hours I will be taking you away to a land of mystery, allurement and illusion, the likes of which you'll never have seen before. Now then, without further ado... Let's get this show on the road!"

Suddenly, bright lights burst out in all directions, lighting up the Theatre in brilliant flashes of colour. Amongst the light, Nathaniel started to back up slowly towards the back of the stage. Then all of a sudden, he sprinted in the opposite direction, and once he reached the edge of the stage he leapt up into the air. The audience below raised their hands in order to catch him, but before he could fall into their arms, Nathaniel’s body unexpectedly burst, confetti raining down – along with Nathaniel’s clothes. That was of course, except for his hat, of which remained in place, hovering where Nathaniel had once been.

Before the audience could truly get to grips with Nathaniel’s disappearance, the hat began to move. It flew about the room for a few seconds in rapid insect-like movements, stopping once or twice and floating in place. At one point it stopped in front of the face of a young looking woman wearing an eyepatch, and then zipped upwards towards the empty royal box. Before it could crash into the wall, a hand reached out and grabbed the Top Hat from the air. The hand was that of Nathaniel, of whom had suddenly appeared, stood on the banister of the box. He placed the Top Hat back onto his head as the audience applauded below him.

It was at this point Nathaniel noticed a scuffle of some sort below him, he took a quick glance and saw a group of shady looking gentlemen in suits making a small fuss. However, being the professional he was, he brushed it off and got on with the show. "Thank you all, but that was merely the opener, we have plenty more to do tonight." As he said this, he took a step over the edge of the banister, but rather than fall into the decking below, his foot landed in place in the air. Nathaniel then brought the other leg down, of which also landed mid-air. He then began to walk towards the stage on what seemed to be an invisible staircase – much to the audience’s awe.

"For my next trick, I’d like to show you my version of an old classic," he said as he reached the stage and turned to face the audience, "pulling a Rabbit out of a Hat." Nathaniel made his way to centre stage, upon which the lights were dimmed, and two spotlights were shone down. In one stood Nathaniel, now holding his Top Hat upside down in his left hand, and in the other stood an empty pedestal. Nathaniel took a moment to breathe. This next trick would be a bit more complicated than those before it, after all this one would require him to use the abilities his Devil Fruit had given him.

"Now then, in the typical version of this trick, the Magician would first reach into his hat," he said as he did so himself, "and pull out the Rabbit, like so." Nathaniel retracted his hand to reveal a relatively large snow white rabbit with dazzling pink eyes. The audience applauded as Nathaniel placed the Rabbit onto the pedestal next to him.

After having done so, Nathaniel returned to his spot and placed his hand back into his hat. "However my version is a little different, you see--" Nathaniel paused, and for a moment froze. His smile didn’t waver, but a small bead of sweat dribbled slowly down the side of his face.

"Ummm… Just… Hold on a minute…" Nathaniel said before turning his attention to the hat. It seemed as though he was rummaging around inside before he stuck his whole arm inside, closely followed by his head, other arm and torso. At this point the hat appeared to have swallowed half of Nathaniel’s body, and before the audience knew it, his whole body had been gobbled up. The Top Hat then fell to the stage floor.

The next few seconds simply hung in the air. The audience was silent; it seemed they didn’t quite know how to react to what they had seen, and so simply sat still, waiting to see what would happen next.  All of a sudden, the Rabbit that had been placed on the pedestal jumped down and hopped over to the Top Hat. It began to nuzzle against, before jumping up and tipping the hat onto its side. The Rabbit then moved to the side with the opening and slowly made its way inside, until only it’s fluffy round tail was poking out the end, where it stopped and began to back up.

By the time its head had returned to the stage, it became apparent the Rabbit was pulling on something, of which turned out to be a shoe. The Rabbit kept tugging until a whole foot had popped out. In one swift motion, the Rabbit pulled an entire person onto the stage. This person turned out to be none other than the Magic Man himself. Nathaniel jumped up, scooped up his Top Hat and the Rabbit, placed the Rabbit back into the Hat and placed the Hat back onto his head, grinning all the while.

"Now then Ladies and Gentlemen, I bet you’ve never seen the Rabbit pull the Magician out of the hat before!" He said over the now hysteric cheering and applause of the audience.

Nathaniel took a bow and waited for the audience to settle before speaking again. "Right then, next I’d like to attempt something that requires a volunteer! Now let’s see…" He said while looking out into the audience. Eventually his eyes rested on a large, pig-like man, but just as Nathaniel was about to call him out, he noticed what appeared to be a Mink wearing glassed sat next to the man. That’s new, he thought to himself, he hadn’t performed with a Mink before.

"You there Madam, would you kindly make your way to the stage please?"


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Name : Cobalt Stelle
Epithet : Blue Streak / Demon Blade
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : Shichibukai
Crew : Blue Rose Pirates
Ship : Luna Rosa
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 4
Attack (ATK) : 375
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 410
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 277,000,000
Berries : 5,150,000
Posts : 25

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Apr 02, 2017 11:34 pm

Cobalt nibbled on her ribs which had eventually degraded into nothing more than bones, popping on of the bones into her mouth she watched the stage. This place was boring, what was the likely hood that she could cross paths with someone of particular interest. The theater boomed with the loud voice of the nights entertainer catching everyone else's attention besides Cobalt's. She scanned the room which was filled with all sorts of odd riff raff, hardly the crowd intending to enjoy a show. As she turned her head to look to the other side of her a hat floated by her face causing her to narrow her eye a tiny bit as the hat floated off, someone her had some interesting ability. Watching as the hat returned to its owner which had been located up in one of the vacant royal booths, she recognized this man from one of the many wanted posters that often floated by her nose, someone the government named a supernova.

Gripping the sword which she had brought with her she began to think of how she could test him before ultimately letting him escape, her business was fighting the worthy in Paradise not the Blues. That was then she heard lots of whispering in the seats beside her as a two men, who could honestly pass as mafia goons were whispering a bit loudly about how the show was all a sham. She originally threw this to the side as she returned to planning, only the whispering just got worse and worse causing her concentration to slip. Giving the first guy a big elbow to the ribs to get his attention she glared at the two of them with her uncovered eye. "Do me a favor and shut up will you, or you may have a brief meeting with my blade." She threatened in a stern yet quiet voice as the crowd began to applaud after the magician had a rabbit pull himself out of his hat.
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Name : Laurel O'Halloran
Epithet : Hundred-Faced O’Halloran
Age : 48
Race : Human
Faction : Pirates
Crew : Apollo’s Pompokolin
Ship : Xu Fu
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Bake-Danuki
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Mon Apr 03, 2017 4:00 am



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Is it truly that bad?”

Goblin had tossed one of the pieces of fried grog in his mouth, at first with his usual, slightly mischievous glee, immediately followed by a rueful look on his face, with spasmodic wishes that he hadn’t taken a bite. He managed to swallow it, though, and kept from saying anything until Laurel posited her question.

“Beer,” he squeaked with a cough. “It’s, well, edible.” Laurel was not assured at all by the look on his face, nor the tone of his voice, but he shook his head. “Remember, it’s a potluck. Probably just got a bad one what sat too long.” Then, picking up another of the squares, “Try one for yourself,” and, “But try to eat the whole thing at once. Once you bite in it pops. It’d be a mess.”

Laurel accepted it, not bothering to hide her reluctance. Goblin tried to grin again, and after spending a few seconds mustering up the gumption, she took his advice, and popped it in her mouth. At first, all she tasted was what came across as a flavorless, undercooked and unseasoned pasta, or an overly doughy, plain biscuit. Biting in yielded a warm gush of liquid which she quickly identified as, coincidentally, beer again. It was even worse than what she prepared herself for. It still couldn’t trump the agony that was a Devil Fruit’s taste, but she had never been enamored with beer to begin with, and this was warm, and flat, and pungently sour. Combined with the disagreeable texture of the pocket, Laure’s first instinct was to gag, and Goblin was starting to cackle at how her face turned ashen. As soon as she had swallowed the piece down, she immediately washed out the horrid aftertaste with a swig of sake.

“Might I assume you’ve no intent of trying to import this in your kitchen?” Laurel asked.

“Even if I did, I’d find something better than this cheap swill,” Goblin answered. “Want anoth-”

“No,” Laurel said, almost breaking her normally nonchalant attitude. Part of her disgust, she thought, was in the blandness of the whole thing otherwise. She was no gourmet, but she knew what sort of effort went into a dish, and this had none whatsoever.

“It’s . . . reminiscent of a beer belch.”

Goblin leaned over and nudged at her arm. “Hey, yeah, that’s it! It’s like a bad beer belch, with cheap beer.” A pause. “Like the belch we got before getting sick from Mercy’s cooking.”

“No, even Mercy could do better than this.”

“Damn, chief, that’s harsh!” Goblin was just barely containing a squeal in hysterics, and the patrons in front of them were beginning to turn around to look at them in mixtures of confusion and annoyance.

“And it’s true. That was vile in every sense of the word.”

“Least it’s something to chuck at this Thorne kid when he screws up.” Now that he was calming down again, though, Goblin swept up another piece into his big maw, and Laurel could faintly hear him grumble his discovery of it being “shitty rum.”

Laurel returned her attention to the stage, noting that the star of the show had already arrived and started his act. As Goblin screeched how everyone had seen the “Rabbit Out of a Hat[/i] trick, pelting his fried grog amidst the rest of the cheering to no avail, Laurel narrowed her eyes and leaned forward slightly to better examine everything - especially the rabbit. Something seemed off. . . .

Then the audience fell into a suspenseful quiet as Nathaniel dug deep into his hat, and disappeared into it. Goblin snorted indignantly. The rabbit took it upon itself to pull the boy out, and with this, the audience became livid with applause once again. Laurel, ignoring Goblin’s glares, clapped too; the boy was young enough to be her own child, had she any interest in having any, but was handling himself well thus far. Again, however, there was an aspect of the trick that―despite her lack of knowledge how, precisely―made the display, despite seeing it for herself, feel uncanny.

And then, as if to invite her to better examine it, the boy gestured all the way in the back, calling her forward. Even Goblin’s jeering ceased at this, and he tensed.

“Chief―”

“It’s all right. Watch my back.”

Laurel rose, brushing away crumbs and nonexistent dust from her trousers, and sauntered downward towards the stage. From the corners of her eyes, she could note the auspiciously, suspiciously-dressed men in suits and shades, exchanging hushed whispers, gestures, and movement. Security, it would be easy to dismiss them. Laurel knew better than to leave it at that, however, and was thankful for putting Goblin on vigilance as a precaution.

Without waiting for a helping hand, Laurel took a single casual hop up onto the stage, and by then, it should have been clear to Nathaniel that his guest, now meters away from him, was no Mink. She had already known the ‘Magic Man’ to be a pirate, and a Supernova at that―for someone like Laurel, who shared the same labels, and made a point to stay up to date with every piece of information the high seas offered, knowing that much was a trivial matter. She adjusted her glasses by the bridge, and looked down at him with her usual, faint, knowing smile.

“What would you like me to do, young man?”
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue Apr 04, 2017 1:02 pm

Anton looked up from the wanted posters he was looking at as the light began to dim, and the crowd hushed. It looked like the show was about to begin. Good. A little bit of relaxation before he had to go back to work. His eyes were glued to the stage as a spotlight suddenly shone down on the stage's soul occupant. Almost immediately, something ticked in the back of the marine's mind. There was something about that man he had seen before, but he couldn't put a finger on it. Suddenly, the entire theater lit up in a dazzling display of light, causing the marine to flinch and turn his eyes downward to avoid the glare. Damn, someone had been a bit overzealous with the lighting.

And then he saw it. The wanted poster sitting on his lap, and that face looking up at him. Nathanial Thorne. A pirate with a bounty of over 100,000,000, and had received the title of 'Supernova'. And that man was standing on stage right now!

Anton's body froze, a look of pure horror on his face as he looked at the wanted poster like it was the severed head of a loved one. He didn't notice the hat flying around over his head and he only slowly looked up when the pirate had returned to the stage.

There is a Supernova right there. There is a Supernova on stage. There is a VISCIOUS PIRATE ON STAGE RIGHT NOW!!!

He barely even acknowledged the tricks being performed, his eyes glued to the pirate like he was about to pull out a gun any second and shoot someone in the head.

Wh-What should I do!? Should I arrest him? But, he'll rip me apart! B-But, I'm supposed to. I'm a marine. It's my damn job! Curse this damn wanted poster for telling me who he is!

He was pulled out of his panicked mind when he saw a woman being called up onto the stage. His skin paled in panic. That woman was coming on stage with a brutal pirate who would do lord only knows to her, before this helpless crowd! He had to do something! He couldn't sit here any longer. But what could he possibly do?

As he thought of this, he slipped out of his seat, leaving the suitcase sitting there. This was more important than paperwork. Sticking to the shadows in the back of the theater, he slowly started making his way around, trying to figure out how he was going to get through this with his body intact.
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Ship : Fistful AKA "The Fist" (Destroyed)
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Thu Apr 06, 2017 12:10 pm

”Who do you think I am?”
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The sudden showy spotlight on the stage did little to draw the drifter’s attention, as his easily distracted gaze was now frantically scanning for this “shady” deal that he’d overheard about. Although there was no indication that this secret rendezvous was taking place here, it still made sense for any criminal element to hide in plain sight amidst a tornado of people, as he himself was doing. If anything, with the streets comparatively empty, they might have stood out more meeting up in some abandoned alley, risking being spotted by some wandering, curfew-violating brat who had no interest in magic shows or cotton candies. No; his experience screamed to him that this encounter would most definitely take place here, where bystanders would be too engaged by the theatrics to care about anything else.

Before he could discover the origin of this suspicious yet intriguing meet, his focus was shattered by a floating top hat that whizzed by over the heads of the crowd, his own tall one luckily being out of the way. The magic tricks that the original target of his curiosity was performing were no ordinary ones, it seemed. And if his notion about the descent of the applauded man was right, it would not be a surprise. Despite the unusually exclaimed stagecraft of the showrunner, his attention was once again stolen, now by a ruckus from the direction in which he’d first heard the dubious words. This noise did allow him to find the source, his abnormal height giving him a helpful vantage point to spot the offenders from. A few men in suits, glasses, and fedoras, one carrying a cloth sack and another carrying a suitcase. If the drifter were to guess, the suitcase, full of what was doubtlessly a crapload of money, was going to be exchanged for the contents of the sack; if they hadn’t gotten into a disagreement that is. This argument was erupting in the very back of the theatre, a safe distance away from the last row of seats. And so, even the closest audience seemed to not be bothered much by the utter disregard of common courtesy. A second round of applause rang through the hall, the drifter catching the last bit of the latest act. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and near disbelief, clearly impressed by the creative twist in what usually turns out to be one of the most generic acts in a magician’s palette. The giant man granted him an applause, still trying his best to split the attention between the two interesting events, which only led him to miss out on the details of both.

Words like “fruit” and “cheat” were all he’d managed to catch in the gibberish that his ears were trying to sift through. But, that much was enough to formulate his own conjectures. Devil fruits, more specifically, fake devil fruits. Or perhaps the money was bogus. Either way, one party was being double-crossed, and he certainly couldn’t imagine a peaceful conclusion to the debacle. It was only a question of which side would pull the trigger to initiate the inevitable chaos that follows every fraudulent encounter in the underworld.

The show seemed to be heating up as the Magic Man had now stepped up his theatricality by inviting an audience member onto stage. The aura of this particular member seemed stronger than her appearance would suggest, but the man paid no mind to it, as he’d detected multiple strong auras in the crowd that evening. The drifter almost felt pity for Nathaniel, whose show would likely be ruined if the criminal scuffle were to escalate any further. And so, he stood up to resolve the disagreement with sheer intimidation, only to find out that he was too late. A loud bang left the man carrying the cloth sack flat on the floor, bleeding from his chest. The closer audience began to panic, having witnessed the aftermath of the sudden noise, while the spectators in the sections closer to the stage only searched around, wondering if the gunshot-like noise was a part of the act. The cyborg gritted his teeth, decided his interference would likely only draw unwanted attention now, and blended in with the alarmed crowd that was now shuffling desperately through rows of benches, stumbling over one another.

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Epithet : 'Magic Man' Nathaniel Thorne
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Magic Circle Pirates
Ship : TBA
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kussetsu Kussetsu no Mi (Refraction-Refraction Fruit)
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Attack (ATK) : 195
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 190
Willpower (WP) : 205
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Fri Apr 07, 2017 7:58 pm


Nathaniel watched as the woman made her way out of her row and down the aisle towards the stage. When she had got within a few feet of the front row, Nathaniel realised that this was no mink he'd invited to be a part of his show - but she wasn't a normal human either. After all, she still had small fluffy ears and a bushy tail protruding from her.

While Nathaniel pondered as to what exactly this woman was, he also came to the realisation that she was a lot taller than he had initially thought; easily towering above him by a fair few inches. The mystery woman eventually reached the stage, where she casually jumped up onto and placed herself a couple of feet away from where Nathaniel was standing. She gave him a quick glance up and down, sizing him up, before smiling and asking what he'd have her do.

Something was off about her, Nathaniel knew that much. Not to mention, she also looked strikingly familiar now that Nathaniel had a decent view of her face. He realised that he couldn't let his curiosity distract him from his performance, and so in an attempt to wash away his interest in the woman, he decided to promptly return to his trick - perhaps he'd be able to talk to her after the show had finished.

"Now then Madam, what I'd like you to do is quite simple. You see--" Nathaniel was cut off by the sudden sound of a gun firing. Almost immediately, Nathaniel whipped around to look for the source of the shot. What he saw was the same shady looking guys from earlier, one member stood over the body of another. The audience began to panic and rush for the exits.

Shit. Why did this HAVE to happen tonight? Not only will this cause a big stir up, but it'll tarnish his name as a performer. Nathaniel had to sort this out, and fast.



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Race : Human
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Ship : Luna Rosa
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Apr 08, 2017 5:50 am

Cobalt continued to have trouble watching the show as the noise of other patrons continued to rage, yet instead of the two blabbermouths next to her it was a group of men in the back of the room. She stood up ready to unleash the full brunt of her fury into these men when the sound of a gunshot rang out halting the show in its tracks as everyone began to panic. Things were already beginning to fly everywhere as Cobalt left the row she was sitting in a rib bone still hanging out of her mouth. She stopped for a moment as she heard the crinkle of paper of which she peered down at, a bounty poster had fallen beneath her feet which had a face similar to one she had just seen. She looked over her shoulder to the stage to look at the two standing on it. "177 Million huh, you might be a worthy challenge." She grumbled to herself before turning back towards the group of thugs standing over an either dead or dying man. "But I'm more interested in this, you can wait." Once again talking to herself as she continued forward taking note of the the fruit scattered across the floor. "Here I was hoping to catch a decent show and perhaps find someone worthy within the crowd, but here you guys had to make a rather big commotion." She reached down and picked up one of the fruits on the floor, many of them had weird swirls clearly made to look like devil fruits but they were all far too smooth. "So this guy was a fraud, he didn't even fake the fruits right, but this one here... She said holding up the fruit in her hand, significantly different than the others scattered on the floor as the texture of its design came to life. "This one is pure gold." She grinned, the fruit she had picked up looked as though it used to be a mango only its color had turned completely grey and had many swirls though they interlocked in ways that made them look like magnets. "Yo boss, do you think we should buy that one?" One of the goons asked considering what the Shichibukai had just explained which was met with a glare of pure anger and disgust. "Do you seriously think I'm about to sell this to you thugs, especially since it is one that I have been looking for specifically." The next response of the man was him screaming as his life left him, a rose shaped wound opened up on his chest. "I'll be taking my prize thank you very much." She grumbled taking a massive bite out of the fruit which was followed by the expected gag reflex from the disgusting flavor. "Geez they weren't kidding with this crap." She nearly choked on her own saliva after swallowing the chunk whole.

A barrage of bullets flying could be heard as several goons had started firing their guns directly at the pirate though their wasn't much of a response to being shot. Most of the men were probably just guys off the street with nothing even close to a worthy weapon yet with the sheer amount of bullets that had just went flying many would have expected to have turned Cobalt into a riddled corpse by now. All of the men however stared with their mouths gaping open staring at the unscathed Shichibukai, instead their bullets had either bent around her or stopped completely though there was a frown on the Shichibukai's face. "I had fully intended to send every single shot you fired right back into your skulls." She grumbled making a pouty face before grinning once again. "I would have loved to cut you into a million pieces, but I see now you aren't even worth my time outside of acquiring this fruit, so I'm going to go look at something far more worthy of this Stelle." She taunted as she turned her back as most of the men couldn't even react to her comment and she clearly displayed that she would be far more troublesome to them now than was worth their time. "Now lets see, where have you gone." She said as she began scanning the room for her interesting target.

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Ship : Xu Fu
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Bake-Danuki
Haoshoku : 0
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Attack (ATK) : 300
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Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 370
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Apr 08, 2017 5:22 pm


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The response Laurel saw from the boy, a mix of near-realization, and confusion, and an attempt to hide both, was good - almost enough to widen her smile. If Nathaniel hadn’t pieced things together by now, she guessed, he would soon, and she could see firsthand how he dealt with that discomforting pressure.

At least, that was her hope, before gunfire off to the side broke that line of thought, along with the relative peace of the theatre. Laurel didn’t need to turn her head to know who had been responsible. Instead, she lowered it, the light of the stage giving her glasses a glare that covered her eyes, and she drew out her kiseru and a pouch of tobacco.


“No time wasted in working mayhem, hm?” Her tone of voice matched the crook of annoyance one corner of her smile had now taken, mixed in with boredom, as she filled the pipe with a pinch, put the pouch away, and set the fresh tobacco alight. “Sober clothes won’t change the fact the thugs this side of the Grand Line are no different than they were twenty years ago. They always pick brute force over artistry.”

The sensation had bothered her for some time, now, but as she finally indulged in looking in the direction of the chaos, she saw the crumpled body of one of the men she saw earlier, a small pool of blood beginning to form, and another familiar face - a Shichibukai, much to her hidden disdain - headed there. There was more to be felt too, of course, but nothing she sensed was truly hostile. To her specifically, at least.

Goblin finally reappeared, having hopped up the stage with the same ease Laurel had. He carried his bucket of fried grog in one arm and held a revolver in the other. His eyes flicked routinely back to the crowds to spot any potential trouble. “Chief, any plans? Besides stickin’ around this shithole waiting to get shot.”

“Impeccable timing. Yes, let’s find high ground and see where those ruffians are headed. There is a special level of hell reserved for those who interrupt the theaters.” Laurel turned to face Nathaniel again, her smile returned to normal. “Care to join us, young man? ‘Tis a fair notion, at least compared to the prospect of the Blue Streaker―” Goblin snickered, and Laurel’s eyes widened in mock realization. “Excuse me, the Demon Blade setting her eyes on you.”
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Faction : Marine
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Apr 08, 2017 6:46 pm

Anton tried to make his way around towards the stage. He had to get over there and stop this, before the supernova did horrible, unspeakable things to that woman. However, before he got close enough, a gunshot rang out, coming from the other side of the theater. It hadn't come from the supernova, but from someone else entirely! From his position, Anton could only barely see a group of men standing over someone's body. They were the culprits! They had to be!

"H-Halt! Marines!" Anton yelled out. While the supernova was a threat, Anton couldn't ignore the immediate concern of the murder just occured. Anton's body shifted as he morphed into his hybrid form, earning some cries of panic from the nearby patrons. After all, a half insect man was indeed quiet frightening. Then again, the entire theater was in an uproar over the gunshots. Using his powerful legs, Anton lept through the panicked crowd towards the men.

And stopped when he saw a woman approaching them. A woman he recognized. The shichibukai Cobalt Stelle, the Demon Blade. She seemed to pick up one of the spilled fruits scattered on the floor and took a bite, recoiling from the taste. The men seemed to disprove of this as they immediately fired on her. Anton was about to jump in to assist her, which suddenly the bullets stopped inches away from her. Anton froze. That fruit she had eaten was a devil fruit!

Of course she could handle this herself. She's a shichibukai!

The men were visibly stunned, though Cobalt didn't seem to have an interest in them. She seemed to be looking for someone else. Anton quickly shook himself out of his stun. Despite the presence of a shichibukai here, Anton still had a job to do. He lept over and landed next to her, his sword at the ready to the gunmen in front of them. "Y-You're all under arrest, for the murder of this man here!" He spluttered out, gesturing to the dead body between them, "A-Assault on a government official, and for other crimes yet to be determined!" If Cobalt wasn't going to arrest these guys, he certainly would. It was a better alternative to trying to go up against a supernova, especially when a shichibukai was there to handle it.
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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
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Attack (ATK) : 750
Defense (DEF) : 600
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue Apr 11, 2017 1:55 am

”Who do you think I am?”
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A short while ago…

The crowd was only just starting to gather in the theater in anticipation of the show, kids leaping over the benches play-fighting with each other while their slav-- parents chased after them. Meanwhile, two nerdy teens sat next to each other uncomfortably in the back rows. The boy wore massive square glasses, sporting a classic side-swept black hair-do. The girl wore her pink hair in a single braid, her freckles brighter than even her hair. They looked around the audience lazily, hoping to spot some friends that could release the tense atmosphere between them.

”Oooooh shit! Look! It’s Stefan Gates!” Said the boy, pointing at a troop of businessmen entering the theater as if they were parading soldiers, each one of them dressed in expensive suits. This particular man’s balding head gave him more of an “old dad” look though. ”Who’s that?” Asked the girl uninterestedly. ”’Bill Jobs’, you know? The founder of Microrange, the biggest stove-producing company in the world?” The boy’s tone was condescending, as if the girl had asked an idiotic question with an obvious answer. Not a wise choice, as dates went. ”I don’t know about that guy, but I do recognize Dick Crimes! Eeeep!” The girl’s cheeks were blushing, bubbling green envy under the boy’s impatient lid. ”Who?” ”Are you, like, serious? He’s the hit metal-maniac who’s best known for his single “Caaaarrrrllll”. Oh my God… he’s, like, so hot!” The boy lost his patience, resorting to cheap speculations. ”Screw that, the entire heavy metal genre is for moody, rebellious brats who don’t sleep. And stop swooning like that, it’s embarrassing-- holy crap it’s Liquid Venom!”

He pointed at a tall woman walking along with the troop, her flowing black hair trailing behind her aging face. She was trying her best to hold onto her coat, which she seemed to be stubbornly hanging over her shoulders instead of putting her arms through like a normal human being. ”Huh?” ”You’re clueless! She’s the former lead designer of board games like the Metal Dear Loli: Snake Ladders series. Though, after her company fired her, she started her own underwear company. She’s so sexy.” Now the “try-to-make-her jealous tactics” came into play. He would have his revenge on her for making him suffer through the one thing that every guy hated: his date swooning over another man. ”Ewww, she’s old and wrinkly is what she is.” She had to go there. Though, to the older woman’s credit, she looked far prettier than most women her age. ”Shut up! She’s only 36 years and 3 months old and doesn’t have a single wrinkle on her. Her real name might be Hideous Komani, but that means nothing.” This plan wasn’t going too great. ”It’s even more gross that you know that-- Oh wow, so many celebrities! It’s Mike Xuckerburg!”

A skimpy fellow wearing a pompous blonde pompadour followed the older business-savvy woman. ”I heard he was trying to start a Den Den Mushi-supported social networking company, but it failed because all the employed Den Den Mushi went on strike.”
”Yeahhh, it was hilarious! He sold off his snailcoms company and got into toilet-seat productions. Everyone’s been calling him ‘Suckerburg’ since.” ”Ahahaha! What a loser!” Humans clearly got along better when they had a mutual target to bully and heckle. ”Although, I do wonder what they’re all doing here. I don’t know about that Criminal guy, but the other three are members of the Mirrorball mayoral association; though low-ranking.” The four celebrities were now seated in a special outcropping of seats that seemed to be reserved for the elites. The remaining suited troopers were lined up behind them, guarding the corporate leaders with their clichéd appearance.

”It’s Crimes, Dick Crimes! And Dick is also a member. I don’t know why they’re here though. Maybe they’re organizing an outing paid for out of our outrageous taxes?”
”Ehhhhh, that’s so unfair.”

A short while later…

The drifter looked coldly upon the corpses of two youngsters, victims of the crossfire of the little skirmish between a devilishly quick swordswoman and the clumsy gun-wielding mafioso thugs. The body of the boy lay on top of the girl’s, his glasses shattered upon her forehead while the girl’s pink hair bathed in a pool of their blood. The tall man gritted his teeth as the survivors stampeded out towards the exits, leaving him standing alone above the dead bodies. His clenching fists were only one indication of how badly he wanted to avenge this "collateral damage". Stay out of it. But, he knew, even now, that his involvement would only make matters worse.


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Name : Nathaniel Thorne
Epithet : 'Magic Man' Nathaniel Thorne
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Magic Circle Pirates
Ship : TBA
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kussetsu Kussetsu no Mi (Refraction-Refraction Fruit)
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 3
Attack (ATK) : 195
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 190
Willpower (WP) : 205
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2563
Bounty : 101,101,101
Berries : 2,300,000
Posts : 69

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Wed Apr 12, 2017 7:11 pm


Nathaniel wasn't too sure how to react to the scene that unfolded in front of him. Not only had audience members been killed, but a Marine had turned into a Bug, a Shichibukai had appeared, and then she'd gone on to eat what Nathaniel could only assume was a Devil Fruit considering that shortly afterward she managed to stop Bullets mid-air. If any of that wasn't enough, all of this had happened at his show! Having barely grasped hold of the situation, Nathaniel then remembered that he had one of his audience members on stage with him, completely open to any possible type of attack. He went to turn around and grab hold of her, fully intending to get her to safety when he noticed her apparent attitude.

Where he'd expected to see a fear-filled screaming young lady, he instead saw an unwavering, strong woman; merely taking a puff on her Kiseru while conversing with the large man from earlier, of whom had suddenly popped up from amongst the on-going chaos below. She then turned to Nathaniel and asked whether or not he'd like to join them. In a sudden twist of fate, it appeared as though she was in fact offering to save him.

It was at this point that, for no particular reason, something seemed to click in Nathaniel's head. The cogs had finally begun turning, and now that all the pieces were in their correct position, the image in front of him became clear. This person was not some simple theatre-goer, but rather one of his own. The furry-tailed female stood in front of him was Hundred-Faced O'Halloran, one of those graced with the title of 'Supernova'. Nathaniel faintly remembered seeing her wanted poster, along with his own, in an edition of the World Economic Journal covering each Supernova in as much detail as the Marines had on them.

Before  Nathaniel had the chance to say anything to her, the Pirate was kind enough to point out that the Shichibukai from earlier had turned her interest to the stage. When Nathaniel turned to look he saw the Captain of the Blue Rose Pirates staring at the two of them, ready to pounce.

Nathaniel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Having regained his calm demeanour, he turned back to O'Halloran with a beaming smile on his face.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"


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Name : Cobalt Stelle
Epithet : Blue Streak / Demon Blade
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : Shichibukai
Crew : Blue Rose Pirates
Ship : Luna Rosa
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 4
Attack (ATK) : 375
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 410
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 277,000,000
Berries : 5,150,000
Posts : 25

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Fri Apr 21, 2017 7:29 pm

Cobalt proceeded to attempt and force her way through the crowd, her target standing on the stage before her. The crowd of people still rushing through the theater to escape while thugs clambered over themselves in an attempt to get a better position on the Shichibukai, they didn't care about the well being of the people trying to escape, they probably already killed around a dozen by unloading at Cobalt earlier. She eventually made it about half way up aisle when a balding man stood upon her path. "Oy out of the way cue-ball, I have someone I want to deal with." She quipped as she took the rib bone out of her mouth and bounced it off the mans forehead to make him stagger out of the way as she pushed her way by. By now the theater had mostly emptied save for the goons who had staked the place out and Cobalt was now in line with the front row seating, but instead of feeling comfortable proceeding into an attack she stopped with an unease as if a fuming crocodile was staring into her back. Turning her head she looked back to see mister cue-ball standing there rather disgruntled and angry. "Huh you want something that badly?" She grumbled at the old man which she had no idea who he was. She tightened the grip on her sword as she turned around she probed around the room with her haki, it seemed as though she made a handful of people angry though most we just grunts trying to point guns at her for her actions, more notably though there were several stronger figures among the people still present, three were standing on the stage another four were making moves around the theater but most notably one of particularly extreme power, one beyond her own. She had to be particularly careful with this unknown person present, unaware on if he was with the mass of goons or if he was with someone else though it seemed like her was stepping back as if not wanting to take part in the events going down. Well cue-ball, what exactly do you want? She thought to herself as a few bullets danced around her as she made swift moves to avoid them, it wasn't even worth using anymore haki or her newly acquired devil fruit, they had bad enough aim as is.

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Name : Laurel O'Halloran
Epithet : Hundred-Faced O’Halloran
Age : 48
Race : Human
Faction : Pirates
Crew : Apollo’s Pompokolin
Ship : Xu Fu
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Inu Inu no Mi, Model: Bake-Danuki
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 6
Attack (ATK) : 300
Defense (DEF) : 120
Reflex (RX) : 420
Willpower (WP) : 370
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 177,000,000
Berries : 50,000
Posts : 40

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue May 02, 2017 6:24 am



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Silently Laurel watched as the chaos around the stage filled up; her ears twitched at hearing a Marine shout their presence, followed by additional gunshots with a distinctly different, deeper, ominous echo through the theater.

More worrying still was the Demon Blade’s exhibition, though slight, of a power that even Laurel had not known of. Bullets flew about the Shichibukai en masse, yet not a one came close, and several had slowed, stopped in midair, and even changed trajectories in a manner most unnatural. Laurel noted that the young lady had a fruit in her hands mere moments ago, presumably from among the fakes which started this chaos; the sole clue to her newfound power.

And amidst the vacated seats in the theater, a lone, hooded figure stood above the bodies of two children, unfortunate victims of the mayhem. The Supernova felt a slight twinge of empathy in her heart, only to suppress it in light of this strange, huge entity looking down upon the children; they felt familiar, yet dangerous, and Laurel immediately concluded she wanted nothing to do with them if it could be helped.

She turned her eyes back to Nathaniel, noting his own awe in the events unfolding around them, only to return a bright smile back at her. Laurel chuckled; despite the near-three-decades age gap, it seemed the two pirates had a lot in common.

“What, indeed?” she answered the boy, thick palls of smoke escaping her lips with each syllable. “This is—was—your show, young man. Once these vermin are apprehended, how they ought to be punished shall be your right to call, of that I assure you. But first we must catch them.” Laurel looked up along the wall of the theaters, a thick, imposing brick bulwark standing tall and proud amongst the buildings on the island, and its lack of a roof giving way to a dissonant, peaceful blue sky. Looking back down to Nathaniel and Goblin, she said, “Hold a moment; I shall investigate.”

Laurel pounced upon the wall, clinging to it with ease with the help of her claw-like nails digging into the clay and scaling to the top in mere moments. Her ears were perked straight up, and a hand rested horizontal above her brow as she scanned the city layout. Her sake flask dangled in front of her casually as she stayed crouched atop the wall. It only took about ten seconds before her ears twitched violently, followed by her head, to face the west; a moment later, the same deep gunshot from before echoed once more, and Laurel’s sake flask shattered with the liquor within exploding amidst the ceramic shards. Laurel hurdled backwards, back down to the side where she had left Goblin and Nathaniel. She stood tall above them, showing no sign of injury; only annoyance.

“Fie,” Laurel said, her eyes darting upwards, taking a swig from another flask inexplicably procured from a pocket in her trousers. “A sniper. Might we recover the bullet? I heard it hit the wall.”

“Forget ‘hit,’ it just punched right through,” Goblin squeaked, gesturing at the frightfully clean, large hole the size of a baseball running completely through the brick above them. “The hell. What, are they looking to drop a damned Sea Train?”

A pause. “Well, it wasn’t a concern I was ready to express . . .”

Goblin’s lips clenched together. “Chief—”

“. . .but I fear you may be on the right track.”

“Go to hell.”

Laurel huffed in silent indignation, but continued, “A bullet that powerful must be quite large indeed, correct? The gun would have to be large, too, to compensate, thus slow to reload, and quite cumbersome to boot. The sniper won’t be moving very far from where he fires. He will be trouble if left alone, but he is also vulnerable if his position is revealed.” She adjusted her glasses with a single finger with a coy smile. “It just so happens my peepers saw the muzzle flash.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Goblin squeaked, gesturing towards Nathaniel. “Go ahead. Make this kid the bait while you take that guy down. I’ll be over here with this shitty grog.”

Laurel smiled prettily. “‘Bait,’ you say? I would certainly appreciate as few distractions as possible while I move. Even so, a wonderful idea such as that ought to be enforced by its mastermind, wouldn’t you agree?”

Goblin blinked, his expression incredulous. “You’re seriously gonna—”

“Else I could use some actual bait, and perhaps covering fire, within arms’ reach, though I wonder how protective that bucket of grog would be against a sniper’s bullet.”

The little man inhaled deeply, and popped another of the fried disasters to his mouth, audibly gagging at the taste. “You know I’m only gonna want to use this kid to save my skin, and not the other way around.”

“So long as you expect the same in turn.”

“Yeah, fine. Go on and kick that guy’s ass, Chief.”

Laurel smiled, and looked to Nathaniel, “My apologies for my subordinate’s demeanor; he will at least assist, however teeth-clenched he may be about it. I will bring down that sniper before he becomes too much of a problem, and you may punish the rest of these miscreants as you see fit.” The Supernova tapped out the ash from her kiseru, and put the pipe away, drawing out a much larger one, her Monohoshizao.

At that moment, her shape became distorted; it shrunk, as did her clothes, and skin grew darker, growing fur all around; her mouth sprouted into a canid muzzle, and soon enough, she had taken the form of what was essentially a complete tanuki form of herself, standing upright with Monohoshizao still held with one dexterous front paw. The corners of her mouth twitched upward, imitating her usual smile.

“If you’ll excuse me. . . .”

She sprinted away to the west alleys, and the same suited goons from before shouted in surprise; a ball of fur, it seemed to them, had spun their way, and whacked them on the head with that kiseru before they had time to act, knocking them unconscious and leaving lumps at the site of impact. Some even had cartoony band-aids or formed even more lumps upon themselves, like cranial snowmen or cacti.

“Ohohoho! Even in numbers, a weakling is a weakling still!” the tanuki-fied Laurel said. Indeed, she thought little of the small fry that littered her path. The East was known to be the weakest of the Blues, after all, and such fodder in the way only seemed to reinforce that notion. As long as she could dart straight across the alleys, through buildings, and continue to inflict amusing skull trauma of each dandy, faceless thug she came across with a bonk on the head, she would reach that sniper in no time and with fewer interruptions, she thought.

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Name : Anton La'croix
Age : 23
Race : Human
Faction : Marine
Devil Fruit : Bug-Bug Fruit, Model: Grasshopper
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 4
Attack (ATK) : 250
Defense (DEF) : 260
Reflex (RX) : 265
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 40
Experience Points : 4068
Berries : 550,000
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue May 02, 2017 6:20 pm

Though Anton was more than ready to arrest these guys, he had honestly hoped Cobalt would stick around, if only for her intimidating presence to prevent these criminals from fighting back. However, when she went off to find and fight the supernova, Anton was left alone, severely outnumbered by the gun wielding men. The men watched as the girl left, before slowly turning their gaze to the grasshopper man. Despite being in his hybrid form, it was painfully obvious that he was nervous. "N-Now lower your weapons and come along quietly," Anton stammered out.

Instead of doing that, they instead raised their weapons. Apparently they decided to take their chances with the grasshopper. Anton let out a scream and lept skyward as the men fired. The bullets narrowly missed the flying insect, hitting the wall behind them as Anton shot through the air. Reacting quickly, one of the men aimed upwards and fired. The bullet caught Anton in the leg, causing the insectiod marine to spin out in the air.

And come crashing down atop of him. The others backed up, quickly raising their weapons in preperation to execute the grasshopper. Letting out another quickly shout of fear, Anton quickly brought his legs up.

"C Sharp!"

Suddenly, a shrill sound filled the air, sending a shock through the men as they brought their hands to their ears. They stumbled back, the sound painful to them. Anton took this opportunity to scramble to his feet, and without thinking began lashing out with his feet. Despite the sword in his hands, Anton struck with his long, high powered feet, sending the gunned goons sprawling on the floor. Anton stood there, panting heavily as he looked at the men on the ground. He knew what had happened, but he still wasn't sure how he managed to pull that off.

"Gah! Owie owie owie!" Anton suddenly pipped up, hopping on one leg as he looked down at the other one that had been shot. The bullet had thankfully grazed the limb, causing a crack in his exo-skeleton, but otherwise he was fine. The zoan hybrid let out a sigh of relief. He hated the sight of blood, especially when it was his own.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, and Anton staggered back as pain exploded in his shoulder. The marine was stunned for a second, before looking down to see a blood stain blooming on his coat. The red haired marine let out a shriek of pain as he suddenly clasped his shoulder.

As his mind tried to grip what had happened, someone stepped out of the darkness, a smoking revolver in hand.

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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: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Thu Jul 20, 2017 6:29 pm







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Notes: Gotta love them mysteries!
“OOOOIII, ANIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” The thunderous voice boomed as if a hundred bolts of lightning had cracked in the starry midnight skies. Must he always announce himself so boisterously? “Ohhh, Ou-kun! It’s been a while. You’re back already? I thought I’d read about you in the news more often, what with you promising to tear things up.”

The spectral voice laughed with a violent sway, the source still nowhere in sight across the harmonious, gently singing waves.

“Ougahahahaha! The South Blue’s a table for weak fools wit’ shitty appetites. I got bored. I was wrong ta think the sea he came from woulda had more to offer. The only thin’ worth mentionin’ was the fight wit’ a list-bearer. Though, it was more us chasin’ after ‘im and ‘is company than a proper battle.” His speech echoed as if within mountains, though there were no mountains near but for the ones buried beneath the surface of the black sea and the ones failing to hide within men’s hearts.

“A list-bearer, scum amidst even an ocean of trash. What was he doing in the Blues?” The host raised an attentive eye as if he were speaking to an invisible ghost standing before him, his black cloak rippling loudly under him like a banner from a strong gust of wind. He sat up lazily, cracking his back with bubble-popping noises. His vaporous seat atop the grey waters rose higher when an aberrant wave approached him with intentions to tow him to an anchor’s rest.

The voice seemed to be getting closer, even with the volume diminished. “Hell if I know. The cockroach called ‘imself Flint. He was draggin' around some silver-haired loser named Thorne.”

Thorne, you say? There was this white-haired couple who used to perform magic together on some dangerous stages. They were named Thorne too, from what I remember. The kids used to love those shows.” A phantom wave of melancholy and anguish washed over him, its capacity to sink him far surpassing that of the sea’s.

“We was gonna bring ‘em back wit’ us, but they broke free like they was magic. So, you mightn’t be wrong about ‘im bein’ the same prick.” The disembodied vociferation trailed away, substituted by a singular, quieter—though just as brash—voice following a nostalgic silhouette; a silhouette which would not quit jabbering for hours, no doubt.

A year or so later…

Averting his path from an unbelonging young marine’s vicinity, the man-in-black weaved through the stampeding herd of magic-lovers, speeding like a chaotic wind. In motion, he passed an odd creature which he could only claim to have heard of in old stories. His still angry gaze followed the creature as it chased away on a tangent in the general direction of the distant gunshot which had sounded not but mere moments ago.

Only after he passed it, did he realize the aura of the creature was what he’d sensed earlier among the many strong presences gathering within the theatre. He wondered if it was some stage act, a monstrous pet who was now obeying its master’s call by seeking retribution against the interrupting, mannerless punks. All that was inconsequential, for his aim was only to meet with the white-haired child; the child fated to one day be bound by machinations of his magical parentage.

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Name : Nathaniel Thorne
Epithet : 'Magic Man' Nathaniel Thorne
Age : 18
Race : Human
Faction : Pirate
Crew : The Magic Circle Pirates
Ship : TBA
Crew Position : Captain
Devil Fruit : Kussetsu Kussetsu no Mi (Refraction-Refraction Fruit)
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 3
Attack (ATK) : 195
Defense (DEF) : 210
Reflex (RX) : 190
Willpower (WP) : 205
Level : 25
Experience Points : 2563
Bounty : 101,101,101
Berries : 2,300,000
Posts : 69

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sat Jul 22, 2017 8:34 am


Nathaniel watched in awe as the Giantess Supernova shrunk down into a smaller, more hairier form, quickly followed by her scurrying away to find whatever caused that hole in the wall. Despite everything that was going on around him, Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel sorry for the theatre; a place as old and respected as this deserved better from its occupants – just another thing that fuelled Nathaniel’s anger. But revenge would have to wait, first things first, Nathaniel had to make sure the rest of his crowd escaped unharmed.

As he looked down into the audience it became apparent that the public were – understandably – thinking irrationally; people were clambering over the benches, others were brawling with each other, some were even attempting to fight the small fry of the men in black suits. Most of them however were bottlenecking into one exit. Nathaniel jumped down into the fray and made for the locked double doors that resided on the opposite side of the theatre. He somehow managed to get there without getting caught up in the mayhem that ensued, however upon arrival he found that, probably in some poor chaps desperation, the doors had been knocked into each other, meaning that even if they were unlocked, they’d still be jammed shut. Nathaniel reached into his coat pocket and pulled out two playing cards.

“Card Cannon!” Nathaniel imbued the playing cards with Busoshoku Haki and threw one at each door with a sharp swing of his right arm. The cards flew at high speeds and flung the doors off of their hinges. He realised this was somewhat hypocritical considering he’d just mentally condemned those that damaged the theatre, but desperate times called for desperate measures and such.

Nathaniel didn’t need to announce anything to those around him, as before he had the chance to, people had already swarmed around him and were hurriedly attempting to exit the theatre. Nathaniel pushed his way out of the herd and made his way to the side of the room. Most of the visitors had managed to vacate the area, leaving only the injured and the deceased members of the public behind. Except for one that was.

Sat quite melancholically with her legs crossed on a bench in the middle of the theatre was a middle-aged woman with long black hair protruding from underneath her red and white polka dot sinamay hat. She was dressed in a long elegant looking red silk dress tied up at the front with a large bow, and a white fur coat draped over her shoulders. Nathaniel ran over to her and grabbed hold of her hand.

“Sorry Miss, but it’s not safe here, you’ll have to follow me.” The woman did not move however, she simply sat still as if uninterested in anything Nathaniel had to say. Then she started to shake, at first Nathaniel thought she was crying, but when she cocked her head up to look at Nathaniel, she was smiling.

“Tss-sss-sss-sss! Tss-sss-sss-sss! And what makes you think I need saving little one…?”


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RF - 190
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Name : Cobalt Stelle
Epithet : Blue Streak / Demon Blade
Age : 20
Race : Human
Faction : Shichibukai
Crew : Blue Rose Pirates
Ship : Luna Rosa
Crew Position : Captain
Haoshoku : 0
Busoshoku | Kenbunshoku : 4
Attack (ATK) : 375
Defense (DEF) : 200
Reflex (RX) : 410
Willpower (WP) : 250
Level : 50
Experience Points : 5000
Bounty : 277,000,000
Berries : 5,150,000
Posts : 25

PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Jul 30, 2017 9:12 pm

Cobalt stared down the balding man as he growled a little before grinning. "You seem to have taken my prize, I would like it back please." He gave a toothy grin as some more goons got together and planned another mass shootout at the Shichibukai. "I'm afraid that prize was lost, and if I recall the saying was finders keepers losers... what was it again, ah yes. Losers can shove off and go mope in a corner." She retorted clearly making the man even more angry, she not only stole a devil fruit that he should have in his possession but she humiliated him and now she was mocking him. "Well then I'll just have to make you the loser then." He angrily responded as his men took it as the cue to fire simultaneously, once again to no avail as Cobalt responded by avoiding the majority of the bullets save for one that grazed her side. "Your really getting on my nerves you idiots." She rose her voice as she ducked down taking hold of her sword unsheathing it and holding it above her head and with a single sweeping motion curved the blade around in front of her picking up air to create a heavy wind slash. The slash spiraled forward as the wind went a little wild snagging what few goons in the immediate vicinity it could as it the place only for it to fizzle out, but yet the damage around her was quite clear and would take a decent amount to repair.

"No no, Cobalt you're tearing up far to much of the courtyard with that thing just to hit one person." Retorted her older sister as memories of Cobalt's childhood surfaced. "But Iri, I won." "I know, but you can't just go around destroying everything." Cobalt closed her eyes with a rather stern look. "Sorry sis, I couldn't help it." She murmured to herself looking up to find cue ball still standing in front of her making her grin. "You're a lot tougher than you look, guess I'll just have to try harder." She taunted taking a readied stance prepared for when the man recovered from the blast of the spiral.
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Jul 30, 2017 9:12 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Jul 30, 2017 10:22 pm

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Stefan Gates will attack Cobalt with UT,

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Sun Jul 30, 2017 10:22 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Fri Aug 04, 2017 4:33 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Fri Aug 04, 2017 4:33 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Thu Aug 10, 2017 7:59 pm



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As Laurel made her way through the alleys, her theory of the sniper’s bullets seemed to hold water: They were worrying, yes, but only if they reached their mark, and only if the sniper in question even knew she was coming, which did not appear to be the case. If anything, the one bullet that came close to hitting her was the one from before that struck at her flask, and Laurel made sure to react back then as if she had actually taken the shot. To be safe, she stuck close to the buildings, if not inside them, paying no mind to confused civilians, instead using the sound of gunfire to guide her closer to the sniper. It wasn’t long before her tracking brought her to a series of ladders leading up across one of the taller complexes this side of the island, where gunshots still echoed, slowly, routinely.

Climbing her way up, Laurel was soon greeted with the skimpily-dressed back of a man donning a blond pompadour. No reaction was made by her arrival; he was completely focused with the firearm he held in front of him. While Laurel couldn’t recognize the other equipment it was adorned with, first impressions certainly upheld Goblin’s quip; the thing looked less like it was meant to take down persons and more like an anti-material rifle. As overbearing in presence as the man who held it.

Laurel very audibly cleared her throat. “Pardon me—”

The man jumped and looked back in surprise. “Oh, it’s just a talking tanuki. Whaddya want?”

“Sorry to bother you, but may I watch? I find what you’re doing quite fascinating.”

The blond Elvis wannabe scowled, but was able to relax again. “It’s not like I really want a fluffy distraction like you around, but whatever. I don’t mind, but don’t get in the way of my work, okay?”

“I understand. Thank you.”

With that, the man returned to his original stance, and the tanuki sidled forwards and lied down, looking onward at the carnage with him.
Really, Goblin wanted to object further to the idea of being made to work (or “work,” as the case would be) alongside the Thorne kid, and seeing his Captain sprint off in the distance only fueled that. It wasn’t so much he didn’t see it coming, though. You don’t spend over twenty years with someone, since the time they were still a nubile starlet of the seas, and not have some idea of what made them tick. The reverse holds true as well, though, and Laurel probably made sure to get away before the little toad could have second thoughts.

Rather than complain to Nathaniel, though, it was probably best to just go with the flow and see what happened without having to exchange words. He wasn’t planning to help the kid, and he wasn’t expecting the kid to help him, either. He pouted, but not for long. If nothing else, Goblin was irrepressible. He patted his pocket, felt the Baby Den Den Mushi cowering in its shell. He could reach someone on the Xu Fu if he needed to.

Since he didn’t at that moment, he just chirruped at an octave above his usual rusty-hinge squall, stifled himself, giggled again. He spun away, dancing a weird and wild jig on the theater stage. Or what was left of it It was something he’d never been able to do before, and probably wouldn’t get to do in the near future—he’d take what he could get. Especially considering a popular credo with Laurel was that the things one inch ahead are dark. In other words, expect the unexpected.

So it was that carnage continued to be made in the theater. Nathaniel struggled to save what civilians he could. Goblin continued his weird dance undisturbed. Anyone observing would be forgiven for seeing in him the image of sheer raving lunacy.

He finally stopped when something caught the corner of his eye mid-spin. Namely, the image of Nathaniel attempting to help a strangely familiar, voluptuous woman.

“Hnh. Now where have I seen that dynamite body. . . ?”
Sometimes on that roof, the man would catch a glimmer of a clear target he was meant to shoot. His scope became focused on the image of Nathaniel Thorne, one such mark, and he took a deep breath, held it in, readied his finger on the trigger. And then—

“Hey.” It was Laurel’s voice to speak up suddenly.

“What,” came the man’s answer.

“Mind if I smoke?”

“Matter of fact, I do. I hate the smell and I won’t be able to see a gorram thing through it.”

“Oh.”
Fruitful conversations like these would happen, forcing the man to take his shot less efficiently. Enlightening.
Every and any time One-Eye and Darling conspired at something, especially cards, nothing good could come from it. Everyone aboard the Xu Fu knew that, including Whiskeyjack. Especially him. Some crewmates took that seemingly insurmountable challenge with vim and vigor nonetheless, with the banter that came with it as a welcome bonus. Others just saw Conquian as the dull time killer it actually is in the mess hall.

Few things are known for a fact about One-Eye aside that he is at least a hundred years old. Texts collected and preserved by the ship archives mention the wizened little black man’s activites, and his volcanic temper, throughout the last century. There was no telling when, how, or why he joined. Over fifteen years’ worth of the Apollo’s Pompokolin’s formal history was lost when its captain fell victim to slavery and the crew was scattered. One-Eye refused to illuminate the missing years, saying he does not believe in history. Goblin and Laurel simply liked to keep others in suspense.

“Jack!” One-Eye barked. “You want to play a few hands?”

Discounting Darling, One-Eye’s obvious spy under the table, there were only three players, one of whom was Sado. Other crewmates who had no interest or skill in rigged gambling spectated. Conquian was more interesting with four or five. It was just enough to keep the game interesting without having too many hands in the pot.

Sado dealt. Whiskeyjack wished it was Mercy instead. She could read the countless scuffs and marks, a language as complicated as poneglyphs, and shuffle accordingly. One-Eye was too nervous to cheat when Mercy dealt the cards.

Despite that, Whiskeyjack somehow won three hands straight.

“Don’t you have anything to do? Soiled swabbie linens to clean, or something?”

“You asked him to play,” the other crewmate observed.

“You like flies, Roche?”

“Flies?”

“Going to turn you into a frog if you don’t shut your mouth.” Among other things, there were rumors One-Eye used to be a wizard. Or at least a damned creative Devil Fruit user.

Roche was not impressed. “You couldn’t turn a tadpole into a frog.”

Whiskyjack gestured toward the sleeping Baby Den Den Mushi on the table. He asked, “When’s the field team supposed to call back?”

One-Eye was in rare form. Smoke poured out of his ears. A screaming bat could pop out of his mouth at any moment. One-Eye hated field work, but he hated missing out even more. Whiskeyjack’s masked grins and Sado’s benevolent glances convinced him he had missed something good.

“He seems annoyed,” Sado observed. The others snickered. It didn’t take Goblin’s physical presence to make baiting One-Eye as equally a treasured pastime as cards. “Not sure. When they feel like it.”

Roche nodded. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to the way the crew did things in the short term. “Regular Cheerful Charlies today, aren’t we? How much has he lost, Jack?”

Whiskeyjack just smirked. Sado won the next two hands.

“Darling!!!” One-Eye roared, an astonishingly deep sound for so small a man. “We had a deal!”

Darling rolled out from under the table like she was getting out of bed. She stuck her tongue out at the men standing over her. “I stuttered.”

“Don’t lie! I had you tell me the cards every way you knew how!”

“I stetted!”

“You’re serious? I don’t believe it.” One-Eye slapped his cards at the discard pile. “And I was ready to make buckethead here show us his face once and for all.”

“God was here with us.”

“What kind of miracle is this?!”

The ex-conspirators clapped their hands and bowed their heads in prayer. Everyone else ignored them.

A few more hands went by. One-Eye sulked off back to the engine room. Darling decided to float away to another room, bother someone else. Crewmates prodded at the Den Den Mushi on the table, anticipating. They expected a call. What they got was bored. One-Eye’s cheating and Darling’s sabotage at least kept the game interesting. Spectators started to scatter, going back to their duties.

A bit later, Whiskeyjack said, “Either they’re having too much fun or something came up. Think someone should check on them?”

“And save them from our monotony?” Sado answered, though his tone lacked opposition.

“Our line heard gunshots, but no distress signals,” Roche said, lazily borrowing out a card from Whiskeyjack’s meld. “They’re probably fine.”

“Still. . . .”

Sado turned down Roche’s meld, drew another card. “Reckon I can guess who you’re thinking of sending out, Jack.”

“Reckon you can.” As bad as he looked, Sado had a high amount of empathy towards other people. “Doesn’t seem like he wants to reach out to us, so we have to go to him. Get him more proactive.”

“You mean Mazin?” Roche asked.

“Yeah,” Sado said. “Say, Roche, after this next game, you mind calling him over? He’ll probably do it if any of us ask, but it seems he’s taken a shine to you especially.”

“Sure thing. Looks like we’re carrying the stake forward, though.”

The other two replied, “Damn.”
By the way . . .”

“WHAT?!”

“How is it you’re talking to a tanuki like it’s the most natural thing in the world?”

“Oh, for the love of—”

A heartbeat and a half passed, the pompadoured man froze with eyes wide, telling of sudden, horrific enlightenment. His jaw dropped so far it could reach the ground, and the rest of his face mirrored that expression of horror. He screeched so loudly even Laurel couldn’t help but jump back ten paces from him in surprise.

Wait!!! Why am I talking to a tanuki like it’s the most natural thing in the world?!”

“Oh, you finally noticed,” Laurel said, standing upright and lighting a new tobacco pinch. “I was beginning to worry you lived up to your nickname even more than the stories led me to believe. Suckerburg, indeed!”

“Why is it talking?! Why is it smoking?! Why is it dressed like that old hag I shot off the theater’s roof earlier?!

Excuse you!! I’m still a young lass!” There were many topics that might come to Laurel bluntly that she would handle in a calm, collective, and mature manner. Her age was not one of them. The hairs on  her body stood on end, and her muzzle was contorted with fury. Laurel tried to speak further by cursing at Xuckerburg, to no avail; all she could manage was stumbling over her own words. Her tail, however, bristled, hardened, and finally, “It’s high time someone taught you some sense, boy!”

She lunged at Xuckerburg’s face with astonishing speed and precision, her body turning just in time for her tail to brush him square on the nose.

Crimson Hell’s—

Getting a face full of tanuki fur should have made Xuckerburg’s day. Instead was about to ruin it and his pompadour.

“—Needle Hill!!

The impact sounded as loud as the gun Xuckerburg held. Xuckerburg himself screamed like a stomped cat. [Laurel - HT]

“Y-You?! You’re that—”

“Say ‘hag’ again and you’ll do it without a tongue.”

“Why the hell are you here?!”

“I should be asking you the same thing. It was all fun and games ‘til you brutes showed up.”

Xuckerburg found the strength to lift his rifle and point it at Laurel. He pulled the trigger. [Xuckerburg - MT]

Laurel shifted away from the bullet, her body a blur on the roof one moment, resting over the rifle’s barrel the next.

“Oh, yes,” Laurel said, bringing her sake flask out, “you should get that face taken care of. I’m no doctor, but even I know alcohol does wonders for sores like those. Here.”

She swung the flask like a flail, connecting with the scantily-clad sniper’s cheekbone. [Laurel - LT] She hopped off his gun’s barrel. He just hopped around. He howled. He dropped his gun, threw things, pulled at his pompadour. He covered his face gingerly with his free hand.

Soon Xuckerburg was glaring back at her with one black eye. He swore off talking, much to Laurel’s disappointment. He picked the rifle back up, but now in a way better suited for close combat, to hit her with the butt of the gun if she got within reach.

A few ruffians down below, too scared to help their superior, rewarded his earlier tantrum with a shower of catcalls. Laurel smirked as much as her tanuki form would allow it.

Xuckerburg took the bait, made the first move. He lunged forward with a burst of speed and swung the gun down like a guillotine. [Xuckerburg -  LT] The precision was impressive, given his cranial injuries, but Laurel managed to strafe aside. Anticipating this, his head snapped in her direction and he shoved the butt of the gun at the tanuki, trying to ram her. [Xuckerburg -  LT] It almost worked. Laurel brought the stem of her kiseru  in front of her as a shield to let her tumble backwards. He tried to charge. [Xuckerburg - UT] The tobacco bowl was still hot, so she poked him with it to keep him at bay. Perhaps she was too forceful, though, as it was enough to knock him backwards on his rear. [Laurel - UT]

Before he could try to get back up, she brought the kiseru down mere inches from his chin—an admittedly more effective tactic if it was a sword—and kept it pointed at him as she stared him down with beady tanuki eyes.

“I’ll ask again nicely. What are you lot up to that you saw fit to crash a theater?”

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Mon Aug 14, 2017 7:09 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Mon Aug 14, 2017 7:09 pm

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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Tue Aug 15, 2017 6:27 pm

"Man, and I thought regular bugs were loud," the man muttered, stepping out of the shadows. Anton's scream had finally died down, but the marine was still clutching his bleeding shoulder. The man was different from the other goons. The way he was dressed seemed reminiscent of a country singer, though more on the grungy side. A cigarette hung from his lip.

"Wh-Who are you?" Anton stammered. How had the man been able to punch through his exoskeleton. That must have been some damn powered gun. The man smirked. "The name's Dick Crimes. Maybe you've heard of me." Dick Crimes...that name sounded familiar. It took Anton a brief second before he remembered. "The second rate singer? B-But what are you doing here!?" To say Anton was not a fan of Crimes' music was an understatement. Especially that horrible song of his. "Kaaaaarl," or something like that.

Evidently Anton's critique of his statues was not appreciated by Crimes, who sneered in anger. "Second rate huh? Well, let's see how you take a first rate shot!" He brought up his revolver, getting read to fire at the marine. Anton yelped and leaped to the side as the man fired, missing him by a surprisingly wide margin. The bullet hit the wall behind him, causing a small crater. Just how powerful was that gun?

Anton glanced back at the hole left, and gripping his sword suddenly charged. Running was going to get him shot again, and he may as well fight back and hopefully hurt him. Crimes tried to fire again, the bullet barely missing him before Cipher closed in. He swung his sword wildly, catching Crimes twice, causing the gunman to cry out in pain. Anton was too busy swallowed in his fear to notice.

"Great Spear!"

Anton thrust his blade out, the compressed air hitting Crimes straight in the sternum as he was sent sliding back. His midsection was bleeding badly from the blow, and he looked up just in time to see Anton bouncing back, putting a little distance between them. Gripping his torso, Crimes brought his gun up to fire again.

[b]"Insect Launch!"


As Crimes fired, Anton shot himself forward at high speed. Crimes' shot veered wide as suddenly Anton twisted his body in the air, hitting him feet first. Crimes cried out as he was suddenly launched back, slamming into the wall with a loud crash. Dust and debris flew in all directions as Anton landed on his feet, panting heavily as the adrenaline rushed through his system

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Crew Position : Navigator
Devil Fruit : Kilo Kilo no Mi
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PostSubject: Re: Where entrepreneurs come to die [Episode]   Thu Aug 24, 2017 12:55 am



 
- RISE -
"Together, we’re gonna rise with the morning light."

There were few adults Mazin respected on board the Xu Fu, in no small part due to the fact that few were respectable to begin with. This was something he attributed to the very nature of the ship, which to him seemed laughable.  A pirate ship hosting scholars and rogues alike, after all, was bound to have an imbalance leaning toward the latter –  or worse, rogues who fashioned themselves as scholars, who would of course suggest that in the natural order of things, everyone should be grateful when they offered but a modest sampling of their vast wealth of knowledge. Men like One-Eye, whom Mazin, in the natural order of things, tried his best to avoid.

Thus, when the Xu Fu docked at Mirrorball Island, Mazin was left with two choices.  He could stay in a quieter area of the ship where he could get some reading in, such as his quarters or the library, or he could walk inland, perhaps accompany his Captain to the magic show she had invited him to watch.

In the end, he chose to stay on the ship. Not out of any particular dislike for the Captain, but rather due to an all too familiar feeling Mazin had noticed ever since she told him to chart the course for the island.  A feeling that he felt every time she or his former captain were about to get involved in something they shouldn’t. And this time, Mazin wanted nothing to do with it.

Not, however, that he expected he’d have a choice in the matter. He never did. Which was why he wasn’t surprised at all when he heard a knock on his door, followed by the voice of Roche, one of the few crew members he did respect, if not for his carefree yet dependable personality, then for his passion for ruins and untold histories: passion being an area Mazin was fairly lacking in. Mazin had almost immediately guessed what had happened, but showed some reluctance toward leaving the book he’d been enjoying at first, even if it was his third time reading it, right up until Roche smiled at him, “C’mon, kiddo.  Don’t wanna chance to put the boss in your debt?”


Jumping against the air, high above even the tall buildings of Mirrorball Island, Mazin found himself at odds with this sentiment, as it assumed he even made it to the theatre in time to be of any assistance to begin with. It wouldn’t take long, not with the combination of his Devil Fruit making himself nearly weightless as he propelled himself through the air.  Especially given that fact made it that much easier to maintain a swift pace.

There was just one problem, or at least the most important one. He didn’t know the city well enough to beeline for the theatre itself, the city’s plethora of bright lights below certainly not helping him.  Not that he was lost, per say. The ship’s navigator being lost. That’d be, well, concerning to say the least, sea or no.

As any navigator worth his salt would be, he was on the lookout for landmarks. Off in the distance, the headquarters of Doskoi Panda was an easy one, as was the dome for which Mirrorball Island was named, its surface now glittering gaudily in the evening light. There were signs advertising businesses ranging from Bugg’s Building Company to the Doll House that helped him navigate from the docks toward the entertainment district, the latter eliciting a blush and just a tad longer than usual glance from the boy’s face as he passed by, although that wouldn’t be the last sign to catch his eye for certain. He had to force eyes to keep moving as he passed a sign indicating a test site of the Rogers Robotics Corporation, a company he’d been trying to hide his interest in from Laurel earlier that day when she showed him an advertisement for one of their mecha figures. Not even he could avoid a boy's dreams.

A hoarse yet seemingly unending scream indicated that he’d eventually found what he’d been looking for. Crowds, panicked ones to be precise, as the city was certainly littered with enough of them.

Perching himself on the top of the tallest building in the area, Mazin took a deep breath and used his Haki to get a better idea of the area while trying to track the crowd's source, only to notice a familiar presence nearby. Mazin looked over to a nearby rooftop.

And there was his Captain, in perfect form. Sighing, he reached for his Baby Den Den Mushi, giving Laurel a wave with his free hand."I see you're handling this already, boss, not that I expected different. He paused for a moment, tempted to ask for details, before continuing, "Hey Goblin, you haven't croaked yet, right?"

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