Trophy Fish [Event]

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TROPHY FISH !

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• basic b&b rules
  
• if a i say you're dead, you're dead. do not spam the thread with ooc clutter.
  
• 2 day iic(first time missed excused; second time critical hit recieved)
  
• death is enabled

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[Detective Shiro]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] War has changed... Everything is manmade...
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] This was a very special mission, the East Blue needed to send a representative out here, to Commi Island. See apparently there was this giant serpent. Yeah a pest problem and nobody felt it was really worth Marine resources. Honestly, an unranked sailor was more than enough for this one or so they all felt. So how in the world did Co-Captain Mary Edwards end up here? Simple, M never missed the chance for a "vacation". Yes she loved the Marine payroll but who said she wanted to work hard for the government? Exactly, she was all about the easiest path and as she sailed on a small boat, she came prepared with all mer medical tools (as listed in profile), including a little good luck drink she picked up from the festival (shamrock potion). Within her inner Marine coat was her pistol, the sleeves simply flailing in the wind as her back was adorned with Justice. Considering the Serpent may have a possible venom she could utilize for future fights, she was more than happy to take this job up. Plus it earned her some brownie points (or so she hoped) with Fletcher. Docking her boat at the docks, she'd make her way around the shoreline. Supposedly the creature kept close to the beaches. Hmm, the only reason to keep close to shore was for breeding and Dr. Snake knew her snakes well. Pitty she had to hunt one but money was money and the pay was nice. Her eyes were on the lookout for the serpent, as well as any stray creatures that would wander the beach. She'd inch her way to the waters carefully, prefering to have land behind her for mobility. Then again, thankfully she could swim, couldn't quite say the same for some cursed pirates.	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true] TAG(S) Snakes,water, Pistol, Surgical knives, needles, wires, hooks, potions WORD COUNT N/A MUSIC MGS4 Hymn NOTES stole this from Aaron on BnB who stole this from Greg(unknown origin)
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] The Battlefield was not meant for play... Just another battle huh?

[Romena Santana]

His lime green skin shimmered under the radiating beams of the golden sun. Makovi, pistols at his side, approached a somewhat familiar face. His mind flashed back to the reunion he had with Bob, at the party with green themed ornaments encasing the town. She showed him respect, and considering he had no notable bounty on his head and was not anywhere near the radar on any marines lookout list, he knew it was still safe to interact with them.

Approaching her from the back, he refreshed his memory of his last occurrence here. He had not been a "civilian" at that time, but just as now he had no bounty. The fishman's family...he spread their ashes on these beaches, and now a serpent sent from the depths of hell's oceans had come to cause chaos among his love's and child's gravespots. Loyal to death, he had come to ultimately strike down the serpent, despite his allies.

"Dr. M. Pleasure seeing you here."

He nodded his head, always prepared for the moment of drawing a gun in the instance of doubt, ambush, or betrayal. It had happened enough times in the past, that while he may not of hid it, he was always ready to strike down and kill anyone who stepped in his way of achieving his goal.

[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/if4axc.jpg); -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; ;] don't you remember when you were young - - - - - - - - - AND YOU WANTED TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE? The world ran on money. It was a wrong choice, but that was how it was. People worked, day and night, for a meager pay and therefore an even more meager lifestyle. Some men spent their whole lives just making chairs, while others spent them just fishing, or serving grog. That was how Niro's father spent his life, preaching the word of God to all who would listen. Which really wasn't many. His congregation was few, maybe two or three dozen. But the man still preformed his duty with zeal. He loved his job, even though it changed little from day to day. Niro hated that aspect of working. Which was why he'd finally settled on an occupation both money-making and ever changing; bounty hunting. Niro loved the people, the booze, the fights. He loved the feeling of the sea wind whipping his jacket's flaps around, the soft caress of his cheeks, even the salty ocean smell. But bounty hunting wasn't that easy of a job. He fought people constantly, some stronger then him, many more weaker. He couldn't tell whether it go easier or harder as time went on. He was getting better, but so were his enemies. The world would never stop, and eventually he would be surpassed, as the younger generations would usurp the power from their forefathers. The young grew more powerful then the old, became the old, then had their own young to restart the cycle. Thus, in maybe fifteen years, the younger competition would catch up. That was time for him to die, or retire. And he didn't like the latter option much. As Niro slowly walked the beach, scouting for the serpent or whatever, he calmly pulled out his pistol, flipping out the chamber and popping in six rounds. He tucked it back into his jacket, checking on the knife carefully secreted in his right boot, and continued on. He carried few things on him; his cross necklace, katana across his back, Bible in his small travel bag, cigars and homemade cigarette blunts in the bag also, and the previously noticed weapons in their chosen places. He was ready for battle. Which was exactly the reason he had come to this spot. Some nasty was starting shit and he was hired to end it. Simple enough in concept, it might not have been that simple to end. Monsters were pretty crazy, and serpents were some of the worst. At least it wasn't a Neptunian; then they'd be fucked. But Niro was careful to keep his confidence in check; that led to stupid mistakes that he didn't need to make. He was young and had years ahead of him. Niro saw two people up ahead, a Fishman and a short female. They vaguely reminded him of something, but he couldn't remember what. He was probably smashed out of his mind when he saw them. Or was fighting. Either way, they were his allies today, and he was happy to have some. ”Greetings." he spoke simply, joining the two where they stood. WORDS 507. ★ TAGS Let's do dis ★ NOTES Not so lazy today... ★ CREDITS TEMPLATE BY RIMY OF OTE ★

[Hei-bai De Knives.]

” I did it once, I‘ll do it again”

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“ I call bullshit.” The warrior said as he arrived on the island the same way the others did via dingy, he was stretched out in this small boat for hours he floated along the coastline for a bit surveying as much as he could, but as to tell the truth his mind was riddled with how badly he wanted the meat of this monster… After all every beast was nothing more than a masterpiece! It wasn’t the money that called out to this noble chefs heart, no it was the idea of getting his hands on what may be a rare delicacy.

Out of excitement of maybe getting a chance to cook this beast on the spot Hei-bai brought all nine of his knives, each one neatly placed, three clung to the obi sash on each hip, the last three? Twohung from the back, and one was hidden underneath the black hakama he usually always wore, as for his upper body he wore a black jacket that bore the sun tattoo many of his race received. In crimson red he decided as his father did that he would carry this sun with him. “Fate.. Please find a ditch and die in it.”

Taking to his feet Hei-bai adjusted the reel that was perfectly fit between the sheaths of his two back-blades, which were by the way hidden behind that coat. Hei stepped from his dingy and let out another sigh as he pulled a mass of black bandages from his neck over his face to fit perfectly as a mask, the only thing left was to head straight on, he hadn’t seen the creature from the sea, but his eyes had picked up on that small group… One being another warrior of his race, an unknown, and finally his old crewmate the good doctor. “……” He gave no greeting instead he approached slowly following up on the unknown person who seemed to have already given off his greeting.

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[VINCENT DE VIOLA]

"Pow, pow," Went Boyd as he threw his fists at the air, skiting forward with each throw, the most odd sight as of yet. People staring at him, some at a loss of words, other insulted by him immaturity, some sharing glares with him, the whole time through his hands still flapping through the air. For today he was in a particularly pleasant mood. As he was assigned quite the benevolent mission, killing fish for a nice wad of cash, who could say no? He was being payed to go to the beach pretty much. Lest the fact he had to kill a ravenous monster that seemed to enjoy the shoreline.

Considering just quite why the sea creature would get so close to low waters was disheartening, either it was having babies, something he probably couldn't bear killing her for, or just getting close to the tasty human snacks. That on the other hand could aid him in this kill. Hopefully not without too much trouble, from what he's gathered, Boyd would not be the only one present for this hunt, there were a few others wanting the pay as well.

It was all good though, he'd love some help on ridding this town of any troubles. Which meant he should probably find his way to the beach to rid them of this "trouble". By the time he arrived at the beach, an hour walk for some unfathomable reason, he was already late. And by that I mean there stood all the other patrons gathered into a fancy little group, chit chatting happily. He felt relieved for that, they all seemed to get along, go cooperation.

He hoped he would fit in so nicely as the rest the whole way towards them, slow steady steps as he waved to them. "G'morning everyone."

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And as a salty wind began to pick up, it had seemed that the group assembled. Among them were men, and women, of different natures in abilities. Pirates, bounty hunters, and marines had surprisingly managed to be in each others presence without any obvious tension. But with a difficult battle ahead, since could quickly change, especially with a great reward on the line.

A small mouse like male ran to the group from further inland, his round body made him wobble in his movements as he panted. Finally making it up to them he paused, his short frame hunching over as he caught his breath. Standing up straight, he adjusted his white tailor coat before speaking. "Hello, my name is Theodore. I have come as a representative of the mayor to inform you of the details of the dragons whereabouts," he mused in a hurried voice.

Porky digits fiddled with the gray hairs of his beard in obvious anxiety. Small beady eyes darted around the rocky beach shore as if anticipating an attack. "We have not determined the exact location of the serpent, however, there have been reported death near a cave further down the coast. Though walking into it is impossible, you will need to travel by water to enter the cave. But be forewarned, it is very dark and the size of the cave make it easy for the serpent to fight in.," the mouse-like man said in a squeaky voice. Without another word, he darted off, obviously not intending to be around for another attack from the serpent.

[Detective Shiro]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] Somebody out there better get this... I need someone who's true...
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] "Likewise, Mr. Makovi." Dr. M replied as she caught sight of the Fishman. She'd enjoyed dealing with him especially in comparison to his friend. Soon others gathered for this mission. It seemed the Mayor gathered a very diverse mix. She'd nod her head to greet each person, even the one whom came with his face bandaged up, though the nine knives looked "familiar", she didn't bother saying anything. Her focus was on the mouse-like man whom squeaked his way to the party. Apparently he was sent by the Mayor, so she listened intently. He explained that nobody knew the location of this serpent, except deaths had been occuring near a cave further up coast. Of course, Dr. M leaned slightly to take a look in the proposed direction. Fighting inside a cave was not advantageous for them for many reasons which should become clear to her crew. "Does anyone have a flashlight or torch. If it's too dark in there it'll be a suicide mission." She looked around to each person gathered at the moment. She had other usefull tools for a doctor but something so basic like that? Memo to self for the future, that's for sure. Regardlesss they'd need to make their way to their respectiveboats if they were going to get a move on. She wouldn't do this until after firm confirmation was given concerning the status of her inquiry. Now then once she was in her boat she double checked her items and was ready to row, though she wasn't going to take up the "leader" spot for this expedition.	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true] TAG(S) Teamwork, Crew, Coast WORD COUNT N/A MUSIC Animato NOTES stole this from Aaron on BnB who stole this from Greg(unknown origin)
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] Red hot tunes... Please don't forget to follow through

[Romena Santana]

Makovi typically seemed to ignore the others, the ones he had yet to actually meet or have any sort of encounter with. He was comfortable with Dr. M, and more importantly, she was easily readable. Makovi had been able to decipher upon there first meeting that she was a good women with what seemed to be good morals. While anyone can surprise one at any given time, he did not have the slightest suspicion that she would do so. As for the others, he wasn't so sure.

Nodding to her own personal reply to him, the mouse like man had approached in a most aberrant way. After giving his informant speech, which Makovi suspected he rehearsed quite well on his way over here, Dr. M noted that they may need flashlights or torches. Makovi gazed at the team assembled before them. He was the only fishman, and on top of that, he was going into another area where he would be more....at home, if you will. His vision gave him the ability to practically see in the dark, he did not need torches or anything of the such.

Silently following the group, he said nothing and made his way onto the boat with Dr. M. Makovi kept his hand on the pistols, and sat near the edge of the boat, prepared to go overboard if any ambush or pre-attack happened. Hopefully, it wouldn't. These humans were most likely not the most talented in water combat.

"Need we talk strategy?" He proposed. "Strengths, weaknesses....trust is fundamental out here." What he stated was true; if the person next to you could not trust you to cover their back, how could you trust them?

[Hei-bai De Knives.]

” What if I was your imaginary enemy?

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Hei-Bai watched the group come together this time a interesting fellow approached behind, and in no way did he give off the vibe of a marine so as to what affiliation these other people represented he only knew of the good doctors new found passion. It wasn’t long before a small voice rang out to the group, immediately pulling this nobles eyes down to this small man, he truly had all the aspects of a mouse, but was quite informative on this assignment.

“Hold on… You want us to go into a cave. His eyes were giving that small man a glare of pure anger in no way did the Fishman ever suspect he’d have to go into some other beast lair, but if it was the only way he’d be able to get his food then there was nothing else he could do. “Fine.. Make sure you ride at the nose of the boat.” Final words that came no as a suggestion but a demand from the man just before walking to his boat and pulling out the four paddles he rarely used. After words that dingy was pushed it in the direction of the cave, and making his way to join the doctor and the other Fishman only sitting closer to the back of the boat, as for a light source? He hadn’t had a legit one, but the paddles he brought he would surely spark on fire with his electricity as well could the boat before them.. “Strategy sounds good, what do you have in mind?

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[VINCENT DE VIOLA]

Once the group had finally gathered(he was the last it appeared), came along a small piggish lad, deeming himself the messenger of the mayor (there was no confirmation or the such might i add). But still everyone listened with open ears. Remaining very attentive for the details of their job. The details of this job had proven much more intriguing than it first had. As it seems, they were exploring a cavern of some sorts for this sea beast. That was no good, fighting something so large in a cave. It might get messy, though he no means for worry, he would carry on quite fine in closed off spaces, he would be right at home under the conditions. If there was anything to worry for it was his fellow partners, particularly the swordsman. The woman seemed far too slippery to be a straight on fighter, and the fishman, if worse came to worse, was at home in the water.

But he wasn't going to address this matter unless it was called upon, one loss wouldn't matter much to him. Instead he boarded the small boat with a childish smile, and while everyone filed one, finding their own places, one rowing, two at the back brooding, he on the other hand seated himself on the left center side of the boat, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned forward, arms crossed over-top his legs as he awaited someone to press their concerns as people often do. Surely he wasn't the only one to think a strategy would come of use. Which was right on que as the fishman proposed such.

His proposition something of a request, should they wish to have a plan of some level they were expected to comply, that he did. "Of course," He chirped in reply. Not bothering to supplying anything important to the matter, he merely felt he should speak a little. He didn't need his "partners" assuming he was a typical loner. It would distort the flow of things, or at least it felt that way. Wherever the flow was going that is. He waited happily for the fishman to continue his notion, after all, he couldn't do much more now could he?