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PostSubject: What are the odds? [open]   Tue Sep 19, 2017 8:38 pm

A shrill whistle of steam heralded the arrival of the famed Sea Train. White puffs escaped to the sky as it calmly rolled to a stop. Soon a colorful stream of people poured out to the station. These weren’t the rough sailors and average commoners who sailed the seas. No, these were the upper class, the rich and refined who could afford such luxury. …Or at least dressed for the part as was the case with a certain lanky fellow. In his chocolate-brown suit and heavy suitcase, he looked like any honest businessman. Funny how that worked.

Richard Maxwell, the Plague Rat as some called him, covered his mouth from what was hopefully the last yawn of the morning. It had been another hasty departure, this time from San Faldo. The carnival city would’ve been good for business if it hadn’t been for those meddling Marines. Had to get out quick. No better option than an overnight trip on a sea train. Tended to be rather expensive though. Comfort and safety didn’t come cheap, see. Fortunately, some kind soul was generous enough to provide him a ticket. Granted, said soul didn’t know that and was quite likely still feverishly searching for it, but rest assured their contribution was most appreciated.

When it came to train travel, the obvious destination would have been Water 7. Plenty of boats to choose from, destination anywhere. A perfect spot for any traveler. Bit too perfect actually. Richard wasn’t naïve enough to think the Marine from San Faldo would keep his word. If anything, there would probably be a welcoming committee waiting for him at Water 7. After all, the floating city was just a short trip away from… well, best not to dwell on that. Too much stress. Thus he had arrived to St. Poplar instead, the Town of the Spring Queen as they called it. A lovely town really. Beautiful buildings… Pleasantly mild weather… Ah yes and plenty of wealthy, unsuspecting tourists.  

Stepping out to the open streets, the rat set down his suitcase and idly rummaged his deep pockets. A lighter clicked a flame and his unhealthy vice started painting a gray trail. Hopefully the soothing smoke would focus his thoughts. You see, something had been bugging him for a good while now. It was that classic, nagging feeling that he had forgotten something integral to the story. "I wonder why I stopped coming here...?" As soon as the idle mutter left the rat’s lips, his wandering gaze stopped on an awfully familiar-looking blue base towering at the heart of the town. Awful was the operating word here. Never had been a fan of that particular shade of blue. "…Right. " He turned on his heels and headed back inside. You know, on a second thought, Water 7 sounded rather inviting right about now.

Unfortunately, Lady Fortuna had a strange sense of humor. Just a glance at the train schedules told the crook more than he wanted to know. Best case scenario, he was stuck here for a couple of hours. Worst case? Several hours. Well, wasn’t this day off to a fine start?

Sweep the area! The pirate must be here somewhere!

One mild heart-attack later the rat found himself hiding behind a convenient pillar of the decorative sort. Clutching his suitcase with both arms, he struggled to swallow a clump of anxiety. A large squad of uniformed soldiers swarmed the station. Their rhythmic footsteps were drowning his thoughts. It could have been a mere coincidence, but considering the past week’s events… Well, let’s just say the dishonest doctor had plenty of reason to be cautious. It wasn’t paranoia if they really were after him.

Carefully Richard peeked from hiding. So… The whole station was now crawling with these uniformed hounds. They were sorting through people, questioning them by the looks of it. One after another. In an orderly fashion, as they said. Nothing had been shut down though. Not yet at least. The ticket lines were still moving. And the exit was… all the way over there at the other end of the busy hall. Just… wonderful. The rat racked his brain for a way out. He needed… a distraction… or a scapegoat… Or at the very least a hint on who exactly was the target here. As it was, the gnawing doubts had him second-guessing every plan that popped into his mind.

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PostSubject: Re: What are the odds? [open]   Wed Nov 01, 2017 3:24 am







Don't cause a scene~!





Alice B. Ronx found himself pressed uncomfortably by the crowd into a wall. His goal was to get on the next train headed back to Water 7, given that it should be around about this time his crew had finally realised he’d left the island. Abandoning them at Water 7 had seemed like a bright idea when he’d boarded the Sea Train for St. Poplar earlier in the morning, but he quickly started having second thoughts. Originally, his intentions were to visit an old amusement from his childhood: the St. Poplar marine base. It hasn’t exactly occurred to him that a over a decade earlier, the marines could make allowances for the mischiefs of children and puffed their chests in pride when their admiring, bright eyes watched the marines’ every move with rever.

The other thing Ronx had somehow managed to overlook was that he now just so happened to be a wanted criminal; an enemy of the law-abiding officers, if one were to be so inclined to put it. However, one couldn’t entirely blame the young revolutionary for forgetting his position every so often, especially since everyone around him tended to forget too. This was on account of his wanted poster being so ridiculous a depiction of him and all the poster ever really served to do was provide a good laugh for himself and those he wished to entertain. So how was he supposed to predict the marines to start chasing him the minute he stepped foot through those doors?

Ronx was incredibly miffed that his marine base tour had been cut off so short, especially given he had only done so in remembrance of his diseased sister, whose dream had been to become a marine at St. Poplar. It had been so long since his last visit to his hometown in Water 7, that such a visit to St. Poplar should only have been expected from the young man. However, he hadn’t been completely out of luck. When he ducked back into the station, Ronx found himself swept in a stampede by another group of marines. Their intent was on another criminal who conveniently wasn’t Ronx, which made it all the easier to lose his own pursuers.

Now, pressed up against a wall with other patrons of the station, Ronx tried to turn away and wriggle free and make for the train waiting on the platform. He wasn’t exactly sure if it was headed for Water 7, but how could he possibly go wrong? Besides, getting on a random train had to be enormously more ideal than the uncomfortable position he was currently in and he had just managed to pull free when a rigid hand clamped over his shoulder. He immediately squealed in surprise and the hand whirled him around to face a marine.

“Evening, sir!” he yelped, straightening and saluting stiffly.

The marine shot him an incredulous look. “At ease,” he commanded, mostly to amuse the young man before holding up a withered brown paper in front of his face. “Have you seen this woman?”

Ronx glanced over the poster, but a voice called from behind him, interrupting him before he could say anything.

“She’s over there!”

The poster was immediately snatched away and the marine abruptly abandoned his questioning with Ronx, his mouth still agape mid-mention of how a woman strikingly similar to the photograph was just several paces away from where he stood. She ducked hastily behind a pillar as a couple marines ran past chasing her phantom. Curious, Ronx slipped through the crowd and found himself crouching behind her. She had his back to him, peeking cautiously around the pillar which provided her cover and from where Ronx crouched, he witnessed an amusing enough scene of two dubious characters, both watching the searching marines from either ends of the pillar. What was more amusing was that they didn’t appear to notice one another.

The female pirate aside, her fellow fugitive was a shifty creature despite his smart dress, and though Ronx knew the man wasn’t the subject of the search, the fact that he clearly seemed to believe he had reason to be arrested made him appear all the more suspicious than the actual pirate in question. Ronx had an inkling he had seen the man before, but failing to recall the exact events or details, he simply pushed the thought away. Instead, he was far more interested to be a part of the fun the two were so clearly involved in.

“Hey, aren’t you the one on the wanted poster?” he asked lightheartedly.

Whether it was on purpose or not that he failed to mention who exactly it was on the poster—the female pirate or the shady businessman, possibly a pirate himself—he certainly received an amusing enough response from the former and the latter would be determined sooner or later. At the sound of his voice, she immediately whirled around, her jaw dropped in a soundless cry and her clear emerald eyes bulging at him. At the same time, she shuffled away as though to distance herself from the blonde man, only to slam the back of her head into the pillar and she finished the performance clutching her head, her body twitching with pain. This only prompted a burst of lively laughter from the young revolutionary.

Yes, this was exactly what he was looking for and with that thought, he completely forgot about the crew he had left on Water 7. The crew currently searching frantically all over the city for their irresponsible captain without quite realising he was on a completely different island altogether.

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PostSubject: Re: What are the odds? [open]   Fri Nov 03, 2017 6:44 am

The crook’s pondering was cut short by perhaps the second worst thing to hear as a wanted criminal. Lighthearted or not. His widening eyes zipped towards the voice. A buzz of questions filled his head. Who, what, how? Gah, he never should have trusted his vague wanted poster to keep people off his tail. Of course someone would catch on eventually. For a moment there he just froze in place with that incredulous look, trying to figure out what was so eerily familiar about this blonde stranger. Silver lining, the fellow clearly wasn’t a marine what with the lack of uniform. Actually, looked more like...

Oh.

Oh no.

The imaginary puzzle pieces clicked into place. Now complete, a recent memory flashed through Richard’s mind. It was the crazy revolutionary from Alabasta. Small world, huh? Though the name escaped him, he never forgot a face, you know, especially when the face had caused him trouble in the past. Something told him this time wouldn’t be much different. See the thing about revolutionaries was that their whole agenda was to upset the order, rock the boat as it were. A terrible idea really. Especially on this particular island.

While the female pirate hit her head, the shady businessman recovered from his shock. ...Still blissfully unaware of the fellow criminal. The venom green eyes narrowed at the blonde. His shaky hands went through a frantic series of gestures, something akin to a big hush and zip it even. Or maybe he was just very eager to borrow some lipstick. Pantomime wasn’t an exact science. Hopefully the noisy fellow would get the hint before things got messy. The last thing either of them needed was a whole base of angry Marines after them. With every unnecessary sound the blonde boy made, a vivid image of a child poking a beehive sprung to mind...

Unfortunately the suspicious people had drawn some unwanted attention already. Hey, you there! Vague though it were, the sudden shout threatened to freeze Richard’s blood. He just knew it was directed at him. True enough, three more of those uniformed hounds marched his way. Wonderful. Exactly the people he didn’t want to meet today. Or ever. The rat was quick to try and scooch further behind the pillar, only to bump into someone. He glanced over his shoulder to find a startled pair of emerald eyes staring right back at him. Today was about to get a whole lot more complicated, wasn’t it?

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PostSubject: Re: What are the odds? [open]   Sat Nov 11, 2017 2:11 am







Don't cause a scene~!





Ronx watched with great interest at the series of mime movements from the shady businessman. The more he looked at him, the more he thought about how he must have seen him somewhere. But for the time being, the thin man’s performance was far too entertaining to be thinking about secondary thoughts and though the young revolutionary extracted the message clearly enough, he still couldn’t help giggling into his palms. As one could imagine, it was hard for three characters, one as dubious-looking as the next, to remain unnoticed for long when they gathered so conspicuously. This was largely the fault of the fancy-dressed man who had barged in on the other two’s apparent efforts to remain at a low-profile and when an authoritative voice sounded from behind him, the two pirates before him immediately scuffled into hiding. The only problem was that the space they had to work with was incredibly limited and when the businessman shuffled into the female pirate, the two came to a surprising, if not unwelcoming, first impression.

“Watch it!” she spluttered, while simultaneously attempting to secure her own escape.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” shouted the marine and Ronx jumped in surprise when a hand clamped over his shoulder. Again.

He spun awkwardly on heels, only to topple backwards onto the two pirate behind him. The female pirate immediately took advantage of the situation and ducked her head under his mantle to hide herself. Not exactly the most elegant of hiding spots, but she had seemed to realise that she was still safe. For the moment.

“You’re talking to me?” asked Ronx incredulously.

The marine opened his mouth, before pausing and narrowing his eyes as though to examine the revolutionary commander’s face. “No, it can’t be…” he muttered, before shifting his eyes to the shady businessman behind him. “Wait, you too…?” This marine’s eyes were beyond ordinary to identify not one, but two criminals with obscure and unreliable wanted posters and by the looks of the gears turning in his head, he was close to a hefty promotion if he managed to catch all three criminals in one fell swoop. Fancy skill as it was, his mistake was to take far too long snatching so fleeting an opportunity. “What’s your name?” he barked suspiciously.

“My name?” echoed Ronx brightly. “I’m Alice B. Ronx! Nice to meet you!”

Wrong answer. Not moments before the words left his mouth, two things happened. First, the marine’s eyes widened with disbelief and recognition, and he reached for the pistol resting in the holster at his hip. Second, the female pirate hiding under his mantle gasped and dragged herself out.

“Ronx?!” she exclaimed, all but falling over his shoulders in an attempt to obtain a better view of his face. “It’s really you!”

With chaos ensuing front, back and centre, Ronx had trouble deciding how to best allocate his attention, but when the woman jerked his neck to a precarious angle to face her, he had little choice in the matter. “Pardon me, but do I know you?” he asked cordially, despite the aching of his neck.

“No!” she all but screamed at him in her excitement and she shot to her feet, jerking Ronx’s neck even further and forcing him up with her. Something clicked in her mind and released his face, spinning around to the other pirate who had shuffled into her. “And you!” she pointed boldly down at him. “I can’t believe how lucky I am!”

“Hold it! All three of you need to put your hands behind your heads,” came the marine officer’s voice, who now had his pistol firmly raised and pointed at their dysfunctional group.

“Oh, go bother someone else. I’m trying to make a good impression here!” scoffed the woman, flicking her hand dismissively at him. Her words compelled a delighted laugh from the revolutionary commander, a response which the female pirate seemed to receive with great pride.

“I won’t ask a second time!”

“Ah, what should we do?” asked Ronx between chuckles. “This seems like a lot of fun now.”

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PostSubject: Re: What are the odds? [open]   Tue Nov 14, 2017 5:09 am

Before the crook could feign an apology and be on his way, the marine pack blocked the escape route. He tried to keep his head low, to tug the wide brim of the hat just a little further down. Unfortunately, the tell-tale signs of a dog catching a scent were written all over the nosy commander. What they needed to do now was buy time, deny everything... Richard recoiled in wide-eyed, slack-jawed shock. ...And not shout their real name for the whole station to hear!

Worse yet, the marine wasn’t the only one who seemed to recognize the doctor. Unfortunately his reputation seemed to precede him... Smiling wryly, he leaned back from the pointing finger. "Well, that makes one of us..." Lucky. Right. Not the word he would use here, not with these two around. Even in the face of imminent danger, they... dared to joke and laugh. The businessman, however, only managed a flat stare. So, they were both crazy. Lovely. Briefly he had to wonder if they were actively trying to get shot.

While the disaster duo held the marine officer’s attention, the rat was already scooting away. Inch by inch. So very subtly. Until a sharp glare froze him on his tracks anyway. The subtlety was tossed aside as he made a whole show of looking at his watch. "Good heavens, look at the time! I would love to stay and chat, buuuut I really must be going... Eheh, so... If you just excuse me..." All that earned him was the barrel aimed specifically his way. His trembling fingers reached up to try and adjust the tie that suddenly felt two sizes too tight. "Erm, i-if you insist..." He could barely squeak it past the clump of panic growing in his throat.

Growing a tad desperate, the crook caaaarefully lifted a defensive hand. "N-now, let’s not be too hasty. I’m sure there is a reasonable solution here..." The venom green eyes darted back and forth, searching for any exit. Suddenly his stare widened in utter shock and aimed a dramatic point at the crowd past the commander. "Hey look, a World Noble!" It was honestly a stretch, wasn’t it? No one would possibly- "Where?!" Well, it was just a short slip of attention, merely a quick glance over the shoulder, but... When the briefly distracted and now a little red-faced marine looked back, Richard was already fleeing in full sprint.

Cue complete chaos.

Without wasting a moment, the commander gathered his authority into a deep breath and... "Stop right there, criminal scum!" The rough shout turned heads, civilian and otherwise. A gunshot rang out. People shrieked. Panic spread like ripples in a pond. So much for remaining inconspicuous... But to be fair, running was better than getting shot on the spot.

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PostSubject: Re: What are the odds? [open]   Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:33 pm







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“Hold it!” came the panicked cry from the duped marine, clearly regretting his oversight of such a simple trick. By now, his colleagues had seemed to have caught onto their small commotion and the sound a stampede of marines filled the area, coming to a halt once they had uniformingly surrounded the criminal.

“He...is he trying to be a decoy for us?” asked the female pirate, her eyes glistening with admiration. “Quick, Mr. Ronx, we can’t allow Mr. Maxwell’s sacrifice to come to no use!”

“That was his plan all along?” gasped Ronx with realisation and seemed ready to salute the businessman. Perhaps these marines had rubbed off on him a little too much. “I’m so sorry for thinking he seemed suspicious!”

With a new and reformed outlook of the thin man, who was now completely encircled by several marines like the prey of sharks, Ronx and the female pirate were left virtually unattended and they started to tiptoe around them. Unfortunately, if an escape could have been so easy a thing, they wouldn’t have found themselves in such a position to begin with and soon, each were looking straight into the barrel of a gun.

“Hands behind heads?” asked Ronx, a little miffed with his childish pout, as though he had been caught with his hands sticky and still reaching into the candy jar.

The marines nodded hesitantly, perhaps a little uneasy with his non-confrontational attitude, maybe suspecting the young revolutionary to have some scheme brewing under his mass of spiky, blonde hair. Anyone who knew Ronx half as well as they would have liked to would know that this was hardly the case, but even the female pirate beside him seemed to believe the same idea the marines did. Perhaps this was why the woman seemed so confident as the marines herded the three criminals together into one group again, her hands planted casually over her ginger curls.

“Apologies to let your sacrifice go to waste,” whispered Ronx to the older man, his demeanour not so dissimilar to that of a dejected pup. “I promise to make it up to you later.”

His words only seemed to excite the only female of their group. “So you do have a plan to get us out of this after all?” she hissed excitedly, which only prompted a marine to bark at her, a warning to hold her tongue.

He certainly didn’t have such a plan, but the woman’s glittering eyes seemed to ignite a flame and Ronx was in no hurry to correct her misunderstanding. “We’ll have to see!” he told her with a hint of mystery and the delight in her eyes only made his desire to show off all the more prominent.

Sure, his second companion (whom he had already decided in his head to be a comrade) may have been less enthusiastic, but his inflated ego hardly minded at this point and anymore encouragement might only prove to worsen the situation. And to clarify, not much good could possibly come out of a fickle, flamboyant, fun-loving young man when he was in the mood for some flaunting. Especially when he was in a situation where discretion was often the more preferable option.

Silver cuffs flashed out and three marines approached the group warily, reaching for their wrists.

“Oh hell no!” snarled the female pirate. “You’re not putting those on me!” She lashed out at the closest flustered marine who held her cuffs and then all hell broke loose.


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