Beach Fest. [ Event ]

[Miles]

OOC: Alright, this is an event to commemorate St. Patrick's day.

The rules:

• Anyone who posts in this thread will be rewarded with 1,000 berries and 1 notoriety!
  
  
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• The event ends Friday, March 18th @ 11:59 PM EST.
  
  
• 8u wear green or be pinched!
  
  
• Have fun!

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The kingdom of Baterilla decided to throw a large festival on the beach, to commemorate St. Patrick's Day. The beach was decorated in a large variety of decorations, forest green colors splashed everywhere. Large green lanterns seemed to float around in mid air with multiple tables and benches perched on the sand; fake shamrocks littered over them to enhance the theme. There seemed to be a large amount of people there, drinks in hand and smiles plastered on their faces. Considering the vast space of the shore, a large volleyball net stood in the sand - a few young looking girls skipping their way over in that direction to play a small game. A bespectaled boy sat in a small chair on the beach, not looking too pleased. His luminous, steel blue tresses was frayed and a mess, pieces of hair standing in all angles - seafoam eyes peering at individuals from behind his glasses. He seemed discontent and grouchy, and by the way his hands were crossed onto his chest, everyone decided to ignore him; for now.

With more guests arriving to the beach, flyers were passed out. According to the flyer, fireworks would happen later on tonight - viewable by the rest of the South Blue if they looked out onto the beach.

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[Detective Shiro]

"I know I'm driven by money but this...?"

The Doctor just checked into the Baterilla's wonderful beach. The Doctor was...in the house. Yes, how long had it been since that dreadful storm? Eternus Deus was no more. No doubt lost within the storm, their Captain seemingly dead. What of the rest of her crew? Lost...to say the least. What a shame, there was a good navigator but she was no doubt lost as well. As for this snake, well...snakes had a way of slithering in and out of their skins. Originally this snake was that of a water bread variety, a swine of the ocean blue.

Now...here the young woman stood, lanterns hung and forst green colours as far as her eyes could see. Where landlubbers so...friendly? This was the only thing she could think of at the moment. The festivities were starting up and many people were either ushing out like busy bodies or celebrating. Though unlike the usual sailor gun-ho celebrating, this seemed a bit more...controlled. Thus, as she stood there with blond strands flowing in the breeze, her right hand rested along her chest. Her right index finger trailing the fabric of the marine uniform.

To think that she, a Pirate Goddess was now serving the greedy government she was supposed to oppose? "Surely the money isn't worth this..." she whispered as she looked out to the citizens of Baterilla enjoying their festivities. Of course she retained her famous white coat. It was proof that she was a Doctor after all. Walking along the sandy shores, her feet bare as her left hand held onto her pair of black sandals. Normally she'd be a bit more professional with nice dress shoes but this was meant to be a relaxing day. A vacation of sorts, though it's not like she was on duty so she could very well have opted to not wear this mark of slavery.

Alas, she didn't want to stir suspicion in the ranks, she had just received a generous promotion to Co-Captain. Yes, she had to show a sense of "pride" now, it came with a generous salary too. Yes, it was the thoughts of this promotion that kept Mary occupied as she walked along the sand. She felt the water rushing along, causing some of the sand to cake but she didn't mind. Within her right perhiperal vision there was a bespectacled boy; sitting within a small chair and seemingly unpleased. She couldn't help but shake her head, a look of agreement reflected on her face, but she would say nothing to him. Instead, she'd move just a bit further before looking out to the horizon.

"I hope you're safe..." but who she was talking about she dared not say...At least her green hairband, a rare sight on the young doctor, was worn with "pride". Not just that, she tied her long strands with green hair ties as well. It was...as much as she felt was necessary to be in the spirit of the ocassion.

[Kalamity]

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[BOB GROPPER]

Bob arose from the ocean onto the beach with a human arm in hand. He ripped a bit of flesh from the arm and swallowed it, blood sliding down his chin. He swung the arm onto his shoulder like a sword resting on his shoulder. And smiled with his razor sharp shark teeth. A cocky look he had on his face. People stared at him with wide eyes as he walked toward the party. Bob didn't care at all about how people felt about him a fishman being at the party. He would bite the throat out of any fool that protests him being here. Human rules mean nothing to him.

Of course Bob wore green, a green headband. He's not a retard to forget St. Patrick's day. He loves these kinds of party's. It makes it so much easier to catch food and booze flavor was great. In fact the arm he was eating belonged to a man piss drunk before the party even started. People get started early or the man was just a drunk. Bob stopped in the mushy sand and stared at a fine looking fox of a blonde. He tore another piece of flesh from the human arm then placed the arm back where it was resting before.

He worked up the courage to talk to the woman which was surprising since he never does that. He usually just gropes a girl when he sees one with a nice rack. Though her rack wasn't as big as Bob likes, they were fine sized. So he walked over not really caring if she was law or not. He wiped the blood from his chin right before he arrived. "Hello." He just greeted as many other people do. He stared at the boy siting in a chair then back at the woman waiting for her to talk.

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[Romena Santana]

Makovi winced at the sight of his long time friend, Bob. He was of Shark relations, and enjoyed human flesh. Makovi himself had never feasted upon anything of the such, but he figured his friend knew what was good for him. Despite that, he trusted the Man to never take the life of a child or helpless woman for food, or a good man with a family. Makovi himself had once had a son and wife, slaughtered by humans for their various differences. He knew what that was like....that feeling...

BUT, it was saint patties day! Being of green color in general, he wore his typical clothing with his guns and ammo upon his belt. Crossing the beach, he caught odd glances from people on occasion, and eventually met up with his friend from behind, as he stared at the other two, awaiting their response. He has just devoured a human arm....the guy had always been crazy.

Then again, Bob was a good kind of crazy. Smirking slightly, he placed a friendly hand upon his allies shoulder and nodded slightly. "Bob! Long time no see, my ally." Makovi always had held a more uptight, defined practice of speech, but at times it could simply be noted as a show of his intelligence.

[Kenny G]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e; color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] KALAMITY I'm Not Afraid “ One of the largest men in the known world was stepping towards a beach, of course any swine, or even new-born baby could tell you that the day was St. Patricks Day, a Day dedicated towards having fun, well in Kenny’s definition it was. He was in a green swim short and light green muscle shirt with flip-flops. In his hand was a flyer that said that seemingly a fireworks display would happen later and in his other hand was his music instrument the Selmer Mark 4 Soprano. He was going to flashily enter the beach playing one of his favorite songs by his favorite jazz player. The beach was filled with green lanterns, forest like colors, and even the particular masses bouncing and popping, what they would say in their new, most definitely stupid, ‘hip’ language. Kenny placed his hands firmly in place and brought the instrument up to his mouth, he blew one long note that seemed to last forever. Heads turned like hummingbirds as they all looked up at the giant man playing the instrument that could be heard for the entire beach, they seemed to like the slow music, but some were irritated. His eyes were closed and his fingers magically placed themselves in the right areas to make magic. Kenny still had his marine coat with the ensign on his back and was proud of it, but some people looked at him with disgust, much to his dismay. He opened his eyes while he kept playing and then looked at the Co-Commander of his division, Ms. Mary Marie Edwards, quite a long name. He stopped in the middle of his song and many claps arose from the beach, he did play the instrument like a master. With Mary however, Kenny saw pirates, he didn’t want to make any trouble on the joyous day, so he just walked in and sat down a little bit away from Mary. “So Ms. Edwards, what is it you are doing with some buccaneers” he asked. After a while he brought the instrument back to his mouth and started playing the song again, he was a musician after all. ” ― KENNY CREED TAGGED : hell WORD COUNT : Count for ya self NOTES : This is the song Im playing CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e;]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

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[BOYD MORAITIS]

Saint Patrick's Day....how such a day came to be marked upon a calendar was appalling, and the way it was abused was even more disgruntling. Varying greens polluting that grand kingdom of Baterilla, townsfolk hung green decor every building, shamrocks doused the earth beneath his feet, green lanters took claim of the sky, and the many townsfolk freely partied among the rest in this fast celebrations. While he had no qualms against good clean fun, and a lively party was something many towns either needed or deserved, he was in a more than grumpy mood, merely at the fact he was stationed under these conditions. As the higher ups clearly understood his detest towards crowded areas, which while upset him, it was more so that this was an inefficient method that lead to his brooding, the immature nature of some, by placing him under such conditions it would only falter the goals of the mission, but as an officer it was not his place to argue. And this matter wasn't something all to big any who, but some part of him could not pick at this poor selection method.

He muddled over this matter as he swam through the sea of people, heading in the direction of the beach where the population was more dense, make sure nobody had one to many booze and decided to start lashing out or the like. Moving in steady stride as his feet finally brushed against the sandy surface, feeling a slight gratitude for his earlier decision to respect the towns customs, which lead to the sandals loosely fitting his feet. Which went along well with tan cargo shorts, plain green tee, cloaked by a tan jacket, sleeves rolled up, and a brown cap pulled over his head. Making his hair seem ever so slightly tamed, though strands of hair were still strewn all about his face.

Feeling the brisk wind brushing his raw skin as he carried himself free from the crowd into a less cluttered section, which wasn't saying much, giving him only a mild visibility. And not much longer before he spotted what some would consider a right for suspicion, a large gathering shifting in near sync away from what he assumed was quite a sight. He prayed the best in the depths of his mind, he was no die hard fan of arresting nor killing. But as he mulled through the people his head only began to pulse and blood boil at the image before him. Not only the mere arrogance that this slab of meet was displaying, but how he slung dirt at both the marines and his own kind. This fish standing before him snacking on a disembodied arm as if there was no wrong.

Well it was quite apparent that there was need for someone to take charge, and though he harbored a strong dislike to arrest and or murder just moments ago, he lost all sense if disdain within moments. When was was just pleading to loose his head before you, one can only but accept the request. He approached the man in a slow stride, drawing upon his false smile, which was all the more real than the genuine article, and approached the fishman. Pausing a little from him, it was best to keep at a distance in the case he was dangerous. A few feet away would suffice.

He cleared his throat and continued on, "Are you perhaps begging to die sir?" His words offered gently, and his tone light and friendly. Yet his smile, however sweet, could not sustain quite how annoyed he was by this man's bold actions. Now he was only thinking of how sweet it would be to end him right this moment.

[Calico D. Kirikazoku]

GREEN MAKES THE SOUL LAZY!

A man was sleeping in a tree not to far Baterilla's festival on the beach. Calico had been on this island for three hours, just sleeping in a tree. He was soon awaken in anger and confusment by the noise of the festival. "The hell? What the hell is up with the noise?!" Calico said in total anger. Calico was about leap down from the tree branch but slightly slipped. As he fell, he hit a few tree branches, finally hitting his face against the ground. He laid flat on the ground abit in pain. He slightly raised his head and placed his hand on his face. "Damn, that hurt so god damn much!" He picked himself up, still with his hand on his face. Calico wasn't the greatest after he just awoken.

He picked himself up, still with his hand on his face. He wasn't really able to walked at the moment so he leaned his back against the tree. "So unfair!" He slowly sat down but he didn't enjoy listen to the noise. He picked himself up despite the pain, he dragged himself into the Baterilla's festival. Calico figured if since the noise won't end, he minus well join them.

The dark doctor was finally on the beach. He was suprised to see some many people here. Especially what would appeared to be a fishman. He rubbed his chin while his eyes study the creature. To him it was just rather interesting, after all he grew up with the idea that fishmen hated human. He didn't want to talk to the fishman so, he figure he would talk to someone. He noticed a tall silver hair giant and then a average size man with silver hair as well. It would be wise if he talked to the average size male.

"Good day, we are having, yes?"

[Hei-bai De Knives.]

“What in the last hell am I doing here..”

Of course this should be every last persons thought when they woke up and remembered they had plans to destroy such a beautiful and peaceful place with all this non-sense, it was the absolutely last thing he planned to do was come to this party, but no matter how hard he tried it was like it was inevitable the night air, and sense of company called out to him, no… Something just hadn’t felt right about this entire event.

With his arrival he could already tell events would pop off sooner than later… Especially with this fool coming to sure like the loch ness-bloody- monster… As a proud fish man Hei-bai knew the importance of finding food, but surely he could live off fish rather than humans! At least don’t eat and flirt.. It was all too much even for someone so proud Hei found himself snatching a bottle from a human male who did nothing, but stare and walk away.

Ignoring his thoughts to stay in this obviously safe zone he pushed onto the beach the feeling of the humans bumping into him brought a nasty after taste to his lips or was it his soul that was so irritated? After all it wasn’t like they’re glares didn’t stab deep into him some fooled by the calm white strands that flowed down his back, but some obviously confused at his height standing six feet and five inches Hei-bai remained decorated in no sort of green, but it was luck that he loved to chew on a stem of bamboo. Hei enjoyed the breeze of the wind donning no shirt, merely black bandages to his abdomen all of the lower deck nearly hidden by his trusty hakama.

“….What the hell…..”

Eyes that merely searched for the truth beamed to a woman along the beach, that hair, and coat it was no lie that he’d run into his dear ‘partner’ along this beach, but the male beside her loudly flashed the symbol of a marine on his back… Why would this goddess of Eternus be with such a man? No way she could have fallen… These were the thoughts of Poseidon who merely felt distant with each sip of rum. He merely decided to watch her and his fellow brothers of the sea if so be it he wouldn’t hesitate to rise with his knives and lay waste to these humans who know not the cost for betrayal. There fore he grasped his obi sash roughly checking for his knives, what luck he brought four with him.“Show me, show me your pride.”

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[Alexander Brand]

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i guess this is where we've come to I WON'T BE THERE WHEN YOU GO DOWN, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN NOW BELIEVE ME. Copious emeralds danced in every shape near his eyes as they clashed with his amber gaze, he produced invisible spite towards the color having seen far too much of it today, and even now it's wretched expanses had grown to annex his hand. "Gay" He was referring to the green stamp of a three leaf clover with a smiling face he had on his hand, it was apparently the only solution to get people to stop trying to pinch him like it was a fucking sport, it always had to be "Durr he doesn't have green! Maybe If I pinch him like fifty times Ill make a point!" The last person that had brought his skin to a red hue with pressure had received the blunt force of his fist in their stomach and with much pleasure on his part. It was this concept of St. Patrick's day which was one that he was unfamiliar with other than that it was some stupid day that allowed someone to grab some random part on you and try and pinch your skin really fucking hard unless of course one remembered to wear something affiliated with green. But he had a surprise for this sham of a festival, he had on his rather modest ship a hired hand with a very special type of canon. He pulled a funky pistol red green and orange decorating its heavy metal form, he pulled it up and pulled his shoulder against his ear and his finger in the other, firing the pistol a thunderclap followed by a screech occurred as a orange flare shot into the sky. If they want green we are going to do it my way At the ship a man grinned and plugged a torch of fire into his cannon and braced himself as shot was fired out of the cannon and exploded in the air, in green was three words that labeled themselves clearly New World Order he mouthed as they appeared in the sky. He didn't care if marines saw him trigger anything, he was heading for the top and he would climb on them if he had to to get there. He had for his own safety brought his own weapons, a pirate captain was lible to be one of the more sought after targets marines and bounty hunters considered, so he at the least had to be ready to survive if he wanted to pull his crew to the top of the food chain and see it there. He pondered what to due enxt, he was starting to get a bit of an adrenal rush from all this attention he was bringing about, if pandemonium wasn't successful then he wasn't going to be pleased. He then started looking for a marine or something of the like, he would do whatever it would take for his crew to become known, if he had to slay a whole division of boys in blue then dammit he would do it. He pulled a sword from his sheathe and ran forward popping off flares into the sky. tags ! Keiraaa notes ! notes Post quicker harder. music ! Shut the fuck up - words ! Shut the fuck up credit ! xochii from OTE !

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[Detective Shiro]

"The money can't be worth all this work..."

As she seemingly whispered to herself, hoping for the safety of her partner in crime, her eyes caught sight of a rising threat. It emerged from the sea with an arm in mouth. Turning her attention she confirmed it was a human arm and it was in the possesion of a fishman. Normally one would be disgusted, but she was a doctor and all her surgeries had dulled her. A bit of surprise was on her expression but it quickly turned to dissatisfaction. "So much for being on vacation." the doctor mused to herself as the fishman approched.

He took another bite of the arm, with no shame before greeting her with a simple hello. Her left eyebrow raised but just after his greeting he was joined by yet another Fishman. Things were starting to get...complicated, to say the least. Not that there was cause for discrimination here but the event largely contained...humans. Humans and Fishmen didn't get along too well. She herself having befriended one was free from the prejudice but the fact remained; the one before her clearly killed a human. Worse yet, the one behind him was an ally to him.

Before she could say a word however more unexpected company arrived. This company came in the form of one of her superiors, the Rear Admiral of Division 6."Please sir, just M is fine. As for what I'm doing? Well, surely it'd be rude to assume the occupation of these two gentlemen." her gaze turned back towards the Fishmen and she closed the gap.
"Hello, to both of you. Happy St. Patrick's day! Please accompany me, wouldn't want to cause a riot now would we." Her voice was rather sweet, charming even yet no sooner did the sweet threat come from an unseated officer.

"Officer, it's St. Patrick's day, no need for shameless violence. Kindly take the limb from this esteemed gentleman and look out for any Pirates."
Co-Captain Mary ordered the warrant officer. Of course what she was trying to prevent was happening regardless. A spectacle was occuring as more people gathered around the fishmen and the two marines. She couldn't help but sigh at that point, regardless two wires seemed to emerge from either side of her and reached out to the fishmen in a non-threatening way.

"Walk with me, both of you."

She wouldn't have another word out of anyone for that moment. Instead she waited for them to accept the two wires like hands and walk. Regardless of what would happen after, so long as she was close to the duo, nothing would harm them, it was like she emited a protective aura yet it also demanded obedience in an unspoken fashion.

"Rear Admiral, I'll see you later then?" she called out though she didn't directly look to the behemoth of a man. Goodness, he towered her so much it was almost a bit scary to be close to him while he stood. As for her partner whom she'd been worried about previously, due to the circumstances of the festival so far, she seemingly didn't notice him in the distance. In fact, they were essentially heading further inland away from the beach itself. The gun fire present didn't cause her to flinch in the least, the canon shot while loud didn't arise suspicion, there was a plan for fireworks in the event. Them preparing for one early well...accidents happened. Yep, the declaration of NWO...was ignored.

[Arni Baldr]

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[BOB GROPPER]

Bob stopped walking as he noticed that he was getting more attention than anyone now. People stared at him and voices whispered around him. He was a bit overwhelmed by the fifth teen minutes of fame. Though the bad kind of fame. He realized that he should have finished the arm under water. But its to late now that he's being circled. People sure were hungry for a piece of Bob. It was kind of nice to be the center of attention but when his life comes close to being threaten. Then its not as nice as it looks.

Bob looked at the arm he held in his hand. He wondered if he should throw it away before people start to foam at the mouth over something so little. Well it wasn't little to them. They needed to realize that if people eat fish, then fish can eat people. Its a fact of life. Though Bob could of been polite and not eat it in front of everyone. Obviously he didn't care but maybe now was the time to start caring about what he eats in front of people. Bob soon caught sight of a giant man in a marine uniform. His height made him look very threatening. Though Bob wouldn't attack something so big. It just seems be a hassle to half to go up against that guy. Though its not like Bob couldn't take him.

Bob turned to see his old friend Makovi. He smiled again with those white shark teeth of his. "Yes, it has been ages old friend." He smacked the back of Makovi with a joyful tone in his voice. "How have you been?!" He let out a joyful laugh. Though he stopped laughing because well the situation was still tense enough to get himself turned into fish sticks. He wanted to live though a fight wouldn't be that bad of a idea. Though a fight wouldn't happen since the beautiful blonde had defused the situation by asking her underling to take the severed arm away from Bob and telling Bob to come with her along with his friend.

So Bob threw the hand at the underling and followed the babe with out a care in the world. He didn't care if this could be some kind of trick. Though he did believe that she wanted piece. So going with her wasn't really a bad idea right? While her back was turn Bob made a few hand signs to Makovi about the woman being totally hot and that he'd totally bang that. "Ok, I get it pretty lady. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth baby. Well not all the way if it gets iffy." Bob decided to say something to her instead of silently walking with the woman. Of course he didn't care entirely about what he said around her.

[Romena Santana]

Makovi laughed slightly and was about to answer when a bursting of attention suddenly arose to his. Frowning somewhat, he heard the voice of the marine shoot out from his flank. Did Bob want to die? Makovi felt his brow crease and each hand slid carefully down to his pistols, preparing to draw and shoot. Bob didn't see to happy either, but it all changed rather quickly.

He was about to declare war upon this man, point out the flaws in him approaching in such a manner, draw his gun, and ask him if he wanted to die. Makovi was introduced by a more civilized, intelligent female quite quickly however, whom seemed to have a more logical standpoint than this man. Remove a problem from the area; out of sight, out of mind. She was smart; sometimes Bob could be foolish, and he wasn't the best representation of the Fishman race, but Makovi still placed him as his best friend.

Following her, he simply shook his head in a humorous manner at Bob's motions and words. As they departed from the presence of the other man, Makovi watched his back and still kept prepared to fight, for perhaps she planned on trapping them. Despite Bob's carefree front, Makovi had a feeling he was doing the same thing.

"I appreciate that." He said to Smiley. "I understand sometimes my friend doesn't use the best judgment, but he's a good guy." His words could be perceived as uneasy. He wasn't comfortable with this at all.