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Post by NARUKAMI NAGATAKA on Apr 30, 2011 9:55:50 GMT -6
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Post by CAPRICIA GIVANTI on May 2, 2011 14:55:18 GMT -6
I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HALO can't you see i'm no one's angel [atrb=style,border-top: 8px solid #333333; border-bottom: 8px solid #333333; border-left: 3px solid #b1b198; border-right: 3px solid #b1b198;][bg=7b3636][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top]
The ship came down, and it wasn't really all that smooth, but she was used to it by now. Capricia gave a little grunt as the inertia came down on top of her, but it wasn't a grunt of pain by any means. Nabbing her rifle, "Big Smokey", she slung the leather strap over her back with a practiced motion. At her hips, both carrying an almost equal weight, were her two pistols. The twin barrel pistol, named "The Twins", along with her other flintlock that she called "Golden Girl", half as a tribute to herself and half because of the golden filigree emblazoned on the handle. Each one was her pride and joy. Almost like kids, but quieter and a lot less dirty. Thankfully.
She looked onward to the bow of the ship, spotting her captain looking quite... Contemplative. It was just one of his many sides, she supposed. It was the look of a king counting his treasure. Self-assured and, to be completely honest, excited.
The ship came to the shore like a long lost buddy. How quaint. She'd never actually been here before, that she could remember, but she had heard that this was a bustling port, which would be quite beneficial for her never-sated appetite. Naturally that would be what cap'n was after, something to help his crew to be the best in the seas. They were well on their way, if they hadn't gotten to that point already. After all, another crew had even come to ask for their aid. That meant something good, right?
A couple of her crew mates called for her, snapping Capricia out of her thoughts and back into reality. They needed help tying down the boat, so she quickly scampered off to assist. When that task was done, she proceeded to go ashore with everyone, and go back to her previous job: admiring the land that was now theirs. The sand was soft on her feet, a white powdery substance of a very fine granulation. The air was clear, and she could smell the aroma of fruits she had never even heard of before. It was an enchanting place, something with many resources. She could get used to this.
Instead of standing around, Capricia adjusted the leather strap over her shoulder and followed behind her captain into a bar. He picked up a drink, but she just sat there. She would still get nauseous. After all, she'd all but drank herself to death only two nights prior. In time, the desire for alcohol would return to her. For now, she contented to lean up against a far wall and watch the people around her. The World Eaters had been claiming islands left and right. This island was by far her favorite.
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Post by DEIMOS NOMONA! on May 3, 2011 22:59:31 GMT -6
They didn't think it was going to be this easy, right? If they did, they would surely be in for a surprise -- Deimos, the fallen king, the man who was proclaimed dead, was waiting for them at the shore. His appearance had changed tremendously, no longer having his scarlet color hair; his hair was now blond, which may caused them to not recognize this man at all. But they surely will, after he was throught with them, for he had a bone to pick with this World Eater crew. "Ahh! So you guys finally arrived? I was waiting all day. The marines told me, y'all would have been here an hour ago."
Sea-blue pools, made sure to watch the crew's response, to the word "marines." Surely they knew that the marines -- no the shichibkai, wasn't going to allow them to takeover? Deimos was standing ten (10) meters from the crew, on their eastern flank, while he waited for them to respond.
All his items were placed upon his frame, and his pride was still in check. But something was missing, and he knew what it was. Digits shuffled within his pockets, and they soon pulled out a little snail, but this snail allowed him to communicate with the marines. "Hello, yes. Deimos R. Nomona checking in, the WE crew is here, I see the captain, and one of his crew members, none are hostile at the moment. Checking out." After his intriguing statement, he would place the snail back, and now pull out a joint -- lighting it in the process.
Thin lips took gentle pulls from the roll, and each pull went straight to the brain, and it felt amazing. "Ha! Now this is what I like, some sour before I lock people up." Being a shichibkai was easy, and the best part was, he could kill without getting in trouble. And he was already pissed at this crew, for the fact of them trying to be a rip-off of Eternus Dues; they didn't even have the balls to be like them. And if they thought they did, this man would rip them off quickly.
Deimos the mera-mera user, placed both hands around his daitos, drawing them out in a "X" like shape -- keeping them in that position. "Now listen, and listen well. You guys can leave here, and live another day, probably TRY to take this isalnd another time. Or, you can try to fight me, die/capture, and then I take your ship. And yes, it's Deimos, the real Deimos. And if you don't think I still got it... try me! Eysterion is going to be on his way, as well. Two against, how many of y'all? I forgot, but I bet we will still win. I know all about y'all devil fruits, it was in the data report, sooo I'm ready."
This man wanted blood, and he was going to make sure he took it from their captain -- if he tried to play superman. Deimos was wearing his normal attire, a hoodie, pair of jeans, boots, thick gloves, and goggles over his head, instead of a hat. He prayed that nothing would get on his clothes.
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Post by EYSTERION DANTES on May 4, 2011 15:09:46 GMT -6
Legends. Tales from the past, heroes and villains idolized through time for their amazing deeds. Eternus Dues was no different, a brand of legends that grace the seas, their names traveling across the salty winds of the sailed waters. Their tale still lived strong, though there true fate unknown, until now of course. The fabled crew, now a part of the organization that they terrorized to no ends in their prime. The will of pirates now serving with the duties of marines.
"So you're the second generation huh? The spawn of our existence aye? Nice to meet you kids, that's Papa Deimos and I'm Uncle Eyste." That trade mark smirk once again flared in the faces of the pirates, the former pirate walking up along side his former captain. They were by no means dogs of the marines now, simply offering their services for certain personal reasons. But those mattered little now in light of the current situation, work was being done and reminiscing didn't seem very high on the list.
A brown cylinder would be removed from his pocket, a wrap, inside it, herbs that accompanied him through all his travels. A small burst would escape off his finger tips, lighting the end of the blunt as his lungs would inhale that chemicals within, a relaxing breath escaping after wards. "So shall we have some fun?"
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on May 5, 2011 17:35:57 GMT -6
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Eye of the sun is out of its socket ! | | [atrb=style, background: #000000; padding 8px; cell spacing: 4px; opacity: 0.5] The captain's claim of the island could be heard from outside the bar, the man was always so energetic about these things. Who cared if the land was theirs or not or if some weak slaves were free or not. Lich didn't give a rats ass about those worthless souls, there were two things he was after. Money and power. Of course owning some auctioning houses might bring in some nice revenue, running an island was not the type of power Lich sought however.
As he let the other members of World Eaters handle the simple tasks of making sure the ship didn't float away Lich remained planted where he stood; in the shadows of the doorway connecting the outside world to the inside of the bar. Out of sight and out of mind. Until he was needed of course; yet it wasn't very likely that there would be much serious resistance put up from the inhabitants of the island. The weak little island was home to weak little islanders, no body 'powerful' was known to live there. At least not in the opinion of Lich. This line of thought was most likely the cause of slight surprise when a male's voice was heard speaking of the opposition of the World Eaters take over.
Then another chimed in, the pair claimed to be former Eternus Dues crew members and Shichibukai. Deimos R. Nomona and Eysterion Dantes. Lich knew much about them. Their former bounties, their use of the mera mera and bomu bomu, respectively, their achievements, their fighting prowess as well as many other things. As an assassin Lich had worked closely with several information brokers of great talent. These two were quite famous indeed, Lich however was not. The majority of his work was preformed behind the scenes, his deeds went unaccounted for. Even the most informed only knew very little of him, his name, Lich T. Noir, some petty crimes, his recent membership in World Eaters and that he was to be considered dangerous. All in all the government and marines new jack shit and had a whole lot of nada on him, they didn't even know about his enhancements other than his teeth. Just the way he liked it, mysterious and clean. His bounty was so low he had even gone walking around large cities and sat next to marines without them knowing who he was. Life is easy when your not even a blip on the radar. Something that this particular pair had most likely long forgotten. The two of them had even passed right by Lich as they entered the bar and didn't even realized it.
They peaked his interest, these two former pirate elites. Were their reasons for becoming dogs of the marines truly stated or had they just lost their touch and not been able to keep up with the attention they had drawn to themselves; and were they really as powerful as they claimed and were claimed to be. Like the scent of fresh metal and circuits wafting in the air luring Lich to come and indulge himself these two men had sparked a dark lust within the cyborgs mind. Drawn in closer to the interior of the bar Lich looked over to where the captain stood and where the other two had positioned themselves. Lich took note of their weapons and posture, examined their visible physic and attire. Without a doubt they were who they claimed to be. Lich slowly moved towards the opposite side of the room from the two. A few onlookers, curious as to what was going on, began to shuffle away as swords were drawn.
A slight tension in the air kept some from moving. The guard dogs had barked but would they bite. Lich slowly made his way across the back of the room, his shoes absorbing his weight as they were designed so not to give away any inferred information. Speculation gave birth to investigation and for someone who appreciated the shadows keeping certain details hidden was fairly important. Never the less the cyborg made his way down and positioned himself about ten meters behind and slightly to the left of the captain. If the pair made a move Lich would be able to intercept instantaneously if needed. He didn't need to make his presence ominous, nor did the captain. They were World Eaters, consumers of life. Who the fuck were these relics when faced with real pirates? |
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Post by NARUKAMI NAGATAKA on May 7, 2011 17:04:38 GMT -6
To say Niro was surprised by the arrival of the leaders of Eternus Deus was an understatement. Actually, not really. He had some sort of suspicion when they dropped off the face of the Earth that they were still around, just behind the scenes. And now they had made their grand appearance, now dogs of the military, those Niro had hated with every fiber of his being. Now, that didn't mean he hated Deimos and Eysterion with that level of hate, he actually had some respect for them. Respect for men who had become great in a short period of time.
He couldn't help but smile at the pair's words. Did they really think he would back down? He was in it to win it; death wasn't something he feared. To die now in battle, he would die a happy man. "I wouldn't say I was the spawn of your existence; I was in officer's school before you guy's had recess. I'm not afraid." He drew out a cigar, since everyone seemed to be smoking. He chew on the tip, lighting it with the flick of his wrist from his lighter. "I'm not gonna back down from you guys because I'm going to keep my resolve for change. Which makes me wonder, what happened to your resolve? What happened to ED becoming gods, taking over the world? 'Pandemic Domination' too heavy a goal?" Niro would shake his head and spat outwards. "Those who break their goals have no right to talk down to me."
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Post by MOUSE on May 16, 2011 15:08:50 GMT -6
It's been over a week and the Shichibukai and Marines have failed to further respond to World Eaters claim on the island. The land is now claimed in the name of World Eaters.
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