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Post by Bishamon Jarret on Mar 31, 2012 22:33:53 GMT -6
Deep within thriller bark, the homeland of the freakish, the dark, the zombie and monster a like. Men of shadow dwell and roam freely without concern of incoming attack less the horrors be unleashed on unsuspecting visitor. One such a man in thriller bark, born and raised there, had liked to take advantage of this fact to isolate himself from everything else but what he felt most important.
This man, for the third time this evening, could be found deep within a forest, practicing his accuracy, his technique, and all around physical ability through rigorous and grueling exercises that would have a normal man on his knees, giving up any lunch or supper they might have had. The man did not even break a real sweat, all that showed was a light gleam on his dirt covered flesh, the bit not covered by his outfit. It would be hard to tell anything about the man other than he was tall, well toned, tan skinned with scars everywhere, and had piercing green eyes.
The man wielded his sword, which doubled as a razor whip with expert ability, cutting through small trees, before letting the sword extend full length out to wrap around branches to swing from, or to cut through rock or bush. Occasionally, the man would release daggers from somewhere within his sleeves, aimed at tree trunks, hitting where he had aimed.
This man had appeared to be a ninja. A pirates worst enemy in truth. However as he was, he was anyone's worst enemy if the price was right. This man, going by the name of Bishamon Jarret, was a bounty hunter for hire, and he was pretty much married to his job. He strove to be the best he could in everything he did. There was no other way then excellence, even in death. No honor in being weak, or letting emotions show. Not on the battle field, not when life or death was in the balance.
Determined and unrelenting, the man would spend hours, training, honing his skills, and taking care of his weapons. Any zombies who dared to stray in his path would likely be used as practice dummies and cut down with ease. No hesitation, no fear. Nothing but fierce and wicked teeth bared at the enemy.
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Post by ----- genbu on Apr 3, 2012 12:59:22 GMT -6
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YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER. | [atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN
The king didnt expect to return to such a location, Thriller Bark was the meeting grounds of his second mate. The yonkou was in control of the information network in the eastern and western blue. Anything, and everything that happened reached his ears. His weapon sheathed on his back. The Yonkou had information that a bounty hunter was on the island, with a treasure he couldn't pass up. THe man came into the possession of a angel vegetable that harnessed the strnegth of the heavens itself. Though the man wasn't going to murder the poor soul, the effort wasn't worth it. In his right hand, the handle of a large case was held tightly. Within in it the funds that any Bounty Hunter would hope to make in a lifetime of hunting.
His tracking had brought him into the forest, the foot prints of the Bounty Hunter on the soft ground, the sound of his weapon striking nature. The man wasn't far from his position, as he continued into the depths of Thriller Bark. The male reaching the assassin in the depths of the cold jungle, the forest around them going silent. The prescence of the mortal king of pirates was before this man that wanted him dead. Adjusting his hand, the male held the breifcase outwards and dropped it onto the ground. The contents opening up to the bounty hunter, as the man removed the sheathed weapon from his back, striking it into the ground.
The weapon resting behind the case as Genbu himself rested against the weapon, looking directly at the man. The man had an aura of death, the yami yami traced his footsteps with flames of black. His mouth opening to greet the soilder of berri. "you have something I want." he stated, simply kicking the briefcase as it exposed its full contents, berri loaded from top to bottom on both sides, the entire case filled to the brim with the funds. The yonkou taking a step back, the weapon was brillant, a nodachi with seastone across the entire blade. "let's play, lets make a deal. a grim smile appearinrg.
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Post by Bishamon Jarret on Apr 3, 2012 13:24:59 GMT -6
There were very few things that would bring hault to Bishamon's training. However, as time past, one of those things would reveal it'self. A target, unlike any others he had dreamed about in his life, showed themselves. His very presence commanded him to stop and turn. However no fear, no emotion was still shown, it was simple respect. Even a bounty hunter such as himself knew when to hold back.
Bishamon(literally god of war) stood there watching as the man stopped in front of him. A large sea stone weapon, nicely forged, strong, was stuck into the ground with demanding force. A base was also dropped, instead it was loaded with berri, more so than Bishamon had seen in front of him in his life time. This was enough to create pause, and wonderment. Why was the king of pirates there.
There was only one thing this man could mean when he said he had something he wanted. It was his angel veggie. Apparently the man had info on him, despite his best to stay out of peoples radar. As expected of the pirate king.
"I take it that it's my veggie you want. It recently came into my possession. It's an honor to have the king standing before me, wanting something I have."
Bishamon still held his ground regardless. Even if it meant his life, he would not be a pansy like most men, cowaring and groveling. He stood there, reaching behind him into his pack, he pulled the veggie out and tossed it in his hand up and down.
"So you're telling me you offer all that berri and that weapon for my veggie? Interesting..."
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Post by ----- genbu on Apr 3, 2012 13:58:37 GMT -6
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YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER. | [atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN
The Yonkou watched the simple bounty hunter stare at the prize before him, the berri seemed to pour of out of the suitcase that he had brought to him. Millions upon Millions there for the man before him, for the single item in his possession. Though the respect the new bounty hunter had was admirable, calling him the king of pirates. Genbu had no doubt he'd claim the throne for himself in the future but now was not that time. Genbu words were soft spoken, "I am no king, i am still a pawn." he said, humble to fate & destiny. Though he did have ambitions to become the one that lead the pirates into a new era.
The man confirmed his own suspitions, as he spoke of his vegetable that he wanted under his own control. The man complimenting the yonkou with his kind words, a bounty hunter polite to his 'prey'. Even without his seastone nodachi, Genbu was a threat on a scale of nightmares. Though genbu did not murder without a purpose, this man had not upset or wronged him. His head nodding to the man's last statement, this was the offer for the item he had obtained. "indeed." genbu stated, his attention brought to the case. "in the case you will find 200 Million Berri." to the exact berri. No more, nor any less then the amount he declared.
His eyes turning to the weapon, "nodachi, 56cm in length, made from carbon and the strongest metals known to the Northern Blue, made by the eldest forge, and strengthed with sea-stone." he completed his offer, his eyes' now sought the response of the man infront of him, "enough to bring down an army to their knees." he told him, removing the cloth that formed the gloves around his hand. The hand exposed as the yami yami energy swirled around it. "you may decline, and I will be on my way." he looked to him, his offer solid and fair for the item he desired from the bounty hunter.
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Post by Bishamon Jarret on Apr 3, 2012 14:24:24 GMT -6
The contents of the case spilled out around. 200 mill beri, on top of that, a seastone weapon easily worth as much. He might be able to trade it or sell it for a decent price. Close to 400 mill being offered for a simple angel veggie. Such things must be worth quite a bit. A thought that weighed heavily on his mind. However, such a thought could always be mended after a trade, if he were to ever come across another.
However, he could be giving up something he may never see again, it was a gamble. But this gamble, was with Genbu, a man with 950 mill berri bounty on his head. Bishamon saw something far more than berri in front of him.
" Then let me sweeten the deal only a tiny bit if I am to part with destiny. Do we have an accord, shall we be on good terms?
Bishamon looked at the man in front of him, waiting for his answer. The trade was on the verge of an success, if only this last detail was taken care of. The man did not ask demandingly, but instead in a friendly manner. Everything could come from having an understanding with someone like Genbu.
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Post by ----- genbu on Apr 3, 2012 15:03:09 GMT -6
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YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER. | [atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN
The man wasn't overwhelemed by the offer, he appeared calm. The male deep in his own mind, the potential of the item he held was something that he could bend and use, but berri was a means of it's own to gain power and strength. The seastone weapon was a simple item to complete the offer. If the bouny hunter choose to keep the item for himself, or pawn it off for more berri it was up to him. The value attached to the blade was only that of warfare and combat. The weapon had treated him well over the years, now retired to this man before him. The bounty hunter found his thoughts as he made a proposition.
Behemoth was a self sustaining crew of pirates, each was a threat the world goverment wanted shut down, this man seemed to want the protection and information that his crew could offer to him. The yonkou nodded to the male's offer, "indeed." a smile appearing on his face, the deal was sealed at this point, it was only a matter of time before he could take a bite from the sweet fruit. The male turned to him, "your innocent in god's eyes, till you sin." he told Bishamon. Meaning, he had no reason to kill the bounty hunter, unless he did him wrong in the future.
Genbu closed his palm, the dark flame's being upset by the balance, as the man extended one hand out for the item he desired, his right hand, extended to shake the bounty hunter's hand. The void energy surrounded his own attire, but would do no harm to the man before him, his will was the fruits. "consider youreslf a son of behemoth."
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Post by Bishamon Jarret on Apr 3, 2012 15:21:12 GMT -6
"Then we have an accord"
He turned this deal into an investment. One that could prove lucrative and fruitful in the future. He was accepted as a son of Behemoth, and that alone made this deal with it, a yonkou offering him favor would bring his name up high in the world, but not without hard work. The fruit the man wanted would gently land into the mans hand, as Bishamons other hand took Genbu's in acceptance, shaking it firmly.
He took this moment to measure the man, but respectfully, standing as tall as he could to experience the feeling, before finally letting go. Bishamon closed the case, lifted it, and grabbed the seastone wiith cloth, as well as a gloved hand, otherwise it would mess with him. He swung it around precisely, showing his skill with a weapon, before carrying them off a little ways to set them down.
"It's been a pleasure, notorious Genbu. My name is Bishamon Jarret. I look forward to the future"
If there was no more to be said, the ninja would disappear into the jungle with his goods, planning to spend it all at once, in a single blow, on something that would guarantee his future be a bit more bright. Otherwise, he would stay if the man wished his presence a little longer.
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Post by ----- genbu on Apr 3, 2012 16:29:42 GMT -6
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YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER. | [atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN
The exchange was final between the two pawns, moving across the board. The fight that Genbu was trapped in, was closer to check mate. The yonkou shook his partners hand firmly, a word for his new ally, "behemoth is now your shadow." he smiled, as the darkness wrapped around the vegetable held in the hand of the man. The male, taking a simple bite from the bitter item. The Yami Yami had tasted worse compared to this luckily, recovering from the distaste as the he was now bestowed the will of the heavens. Exetending his arm, watching as a phantom like aura began to form around him, it was imperfect, but now he would be able to make his next move.
The yonkou turned around, as the darkness began to absorb him, turning the man into nothing, but before he was completly dissolved he looked to Bishamon one last time. "Bishamon Jarret, I will not forget this name." he smirked, the man gone into the abyss. His prescence quickly disbursting from the island of Thriller Bark. A note left in the breifcase for the man, with cordinates to meet his second mate Lich T. Noir. An Assassin that would enjoy meeting this 'child' brought under the shadow of Behemoth.
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