A Chance Meeting [Invite]

[Nero]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]Somehoe Nero had found himself hopping from one town to the next, just moving along with the wind. It was getting really frustrating, to be honest. He was from North Blue so he had no trouble getting around but it also meant that he was more likely to be recognized by any Marines. Gah! He needed to join a crew already or make his own. Actually...That didn't sound bad at all. A crew of his own! Only the strong would be allowed! He fantasized about the idea, strolling through the surprisingly quiet streets of Valkyn atop his trusty companion, Cambio. There wasn't much to do, even in this town that was supposed to be so rowdy. So quiet, he thought to himself. Resigned to simply not giving a fuck, he started singing, his voice echoing across the building walls. "Yo! Ho! Me and my tiger! Yo! Ho! Me and Cambio! Walking down the streets in boredom! Need something to spice it up!" It was still surprising how the man, so rough and brusque, managed to have such an amazing singing voice.[/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags In-Vah-Ite notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[Bishamon Jarret]

Sound asleep on top of a low laying rough, Bishamon snored with a bubble coming out of his nose. He had spent most of his day gathering food and supplies and he was trying to catch a nice nap. He just fell completely asleep when he heard a rather irritating singing voice going by which woke him up. He sat up and rubbed his temples then sighed, taking a moment to get his shit together before he realized he heard that voice before.

Bishamon rolled over and looked out to see the newcomer pirate riding his tiger while going along her merry way. The ninja furrowed his brows, vowing to pay him back eventually for interrupting his well deserved nap. But for now, he watched him for a moment, right until he had moved away a few buildings before he called out.

"I guess fate whats up to meet again, eh Nero? I could use a little bit of money"

Bishamon smirked before he jumped down, both weapons on his back, with his arms crossed. Perhaps he was kidding, perhaps not, but either way, it would be fun to see the mans reaction.

[----- genbu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #363c45;] YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER.

[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN The yonkou attire consumed himself in the depths of shadow, a hood pulled over his eyes, the collar pulled on each side of his neck. Cloaked in darkness, with a single item in his hand, a large beam. The man took it with a single hand, despite being twice his own size. the object made of metal, likely as heavy as Genbu, though it did not bother his posture, he did not struggle to carry the simple item. Keeping a simple pace towards the arena, though he would share the roadway with duo. A careless male, riding on-top of a breed of tiger. The attention genbu gave his non more then this inspection, this man meant nothing to him. Passing by him without a sound, a simple left foot, right foot manner. The entrance of the Colosseum in sight of the yonkou, his fingers curling around the object in excitement. Though a familiar voice shattered the silence on the streets from the anonymous man's singing. His mind traced through his memory's to find the name to the voice. His yonkou spoke to himself, only audio-able to himself, "bishamon." the bounty hunter he had met this month. Bishamon spoke to the man like he knew him, perhaps prior acquaintances like himself and Bishamon. Though he removed his attachment to their conversation and reached the entrance of the arena, the battleground of brave & courageous people alike. Survival of the fitest was the law here, something genbu could enjoy as he removed the object from his shoulder, resting it on the ground. Opening his palm, focusing on a single spot on the stone streets. "vanish." a flame of ebony swirled off his hand, his logia sparking from him. The flame hitting the ground, as the stone began to bend before being absorbed into the void of the black inferno. A small fissure carved by his devil fruit, as he set the large pole into the hole. Before it began to expand, a smaller rod shooting out from the inside as it doubled in length. Cloth unwrapping as it did so, as the flag began to rise into the night air. The emblem of Behemoth on the black cloth, this was a claim of land. The yonkou was here to capture this territory for himself, if anyone wanted to stop him, they were welcome too. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[Admiral Susanoo]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i1153.photobucket.com/albums/p511/_stedman_0u/background.png');] words -- six six nine. tags -- pirates. notes -- enemies. credit to grey of ote	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i1153.photobucket.com/albums/p511/_stedman_0u/background.png');] A marine stood in a crowd, the only dressed in a black cloak. Immediately, Barbarossa left, in order to do something productive with his time. With his nodachi by his side, the cyborg quickly disappeared into the shadows of the quiet alleys of Valkyn Arena. The marine moved off the streets and onto the roofs then proceeded by putting on his bulletproof mask. The wind blew through his long black, wavy hair as he stood on the rooftops in silent. A weird noise had heard by the young admiral and of course, being a man of justice, Barbarossa decided to check it out. Sure enough, he spotted someone who was recognized by the world’s greatest threat, Yonkou Genbu. Beside him were to people he didn’t have a clue about but sure enough, if they we’re pirates, they would die at Barbarossa’s hand at this very moment. Pulling out his nodachi, the marine spoke calm but cold, "Looks like I'm getting a promotion today." Smirking behind his mask, he look down at his enemies who will soon beg for mercy.
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[Nero]

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[Bishamon Jarret]

Shit was going down. Genbu had showed up, and so had an admiral. Everything was about to go to hell in a hand basket. He had wanted to go say hello to his powerful friend, but he wasn't letting on that he knew him yet, not until the admiral was occupied. He could use the excuse he was a bounty hunter and just stumbled in, as long as he didn't give reason otherwise. And seeing as the man in front of him on the tiger was a pirate, it would work.

However, his affiliation with Genbu might be known already. That and the fact that control over towns benefited Bishamon as well. There was no way he could stand to let Nero just stomp on that. The first gun shot made Bisha realize that Nero was basically calling them out. The second shot would find his left arm lifted and a dagger flying at Nero's back in the cover of the second gun shot. If it hit, which there was a good chance it would from behind in surprise, it would hit right between his shoulder blades. Bishamon then took off using his (Ninja Arts: Dash) technique to very quickly take cover behind the wall of the building he jumped down from.

[----- genbu]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #363c45;] YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO BARTER.

[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN A thick eastern accent hit up genbu, his attention directed to the orgin. Ontop the buildings surrounding the arena stood a respectibable figure of the MARINE CORP. They would need to send more then a single Admiral to stop the yonkou however. The Marine adressed him with satire, the ivory mask smirking at him. "I didn't know they let their dogs off their leashes, where is Fleet Admiral Julius." Genbu tilted his head. The flame & bait completed between the pair, the admiral had drawn his signature nodachi. The yonkou had a signature tool, a daito made of sea-stone sheathed on his back. Though they were interupted by the gunfire, genbu would not be betrayed his his partner, leaving the singer the source, his attention brought back for a single moment, the male approaching in their direction, his pistol directed at him again, being fired and split the metal of the pole, the weapon calibur more powerful then he expected from a nobody. His partner was not letting Nero disgrace him, as he made his own move from his location. Though he didn't have any patience to put this rouge nobody. The captain removed his daito from his back, both hands held the grip of the weapon. "sit." his order at the admiral, their fight would start shortly, as the yonkou released a low growl. His power building in his grip, before he released a torrent of energy. The power of his swing began to tear apart the stone streets, his signature move shockwave, before it struck the first building, the apartment collapsing downwards onto the street as the shockwave ripped the stone apart, stopping at the second building across the street, the bricks quivering from the force, as they began to undo themselves, collapsing across the other portion of the street. The direct path to them now completly devastated with the torn stone walkway, and two buildings. Genbu brought his attention to the admiral again, he raised his hand to the arena to their left. "the black turtoise versus the angel of death, follow pacifista." he stated as he entered through the main doors of the arena, people cheering for the fight occuring, they were about to be given an even better show, one that would end with only one of them standing. opening door after door until he made it to the wodden gates that blocked their path, genbu struck the wodden gate with a single kick, the middle splitting and shattering to allow his entry to the arena. The crowd went silent, as genbu's hood had lowered, the yonkou identity exposed to the public. The fight stopped, the contestants fleeing the stadium, as the male rose his voice, "tonight, you will witness the rise of behemoth, as I take on the Admiral Dog of the MARINE CORP." he shouted, as the people rose and cheered for the pirate captain, the north was not too fond of the marines, royal blood controlled this area of the world. The yonkou would await for his opponent to enter the massive ring, made of nothing more then soft white sand. His blade drawn, the pacifista could not deny him his challenge. Away from the rouge pirate, and away from the innocent lives of on the streets this would be the perfect battleground. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

shockwave, using power and heart the pirate unsheathes his sword with such might that the sheath itself wishes to crumble. Unsheathing the weapon and directing the weapon in the fashion he desires. A wave of energy being released, tearing through the air and earth, tearing apart the ground up to five meters. Leaving the strike zone of the technique in choas, ripping apart docks with ease, and into buildings. This technique is directional, and is very linear, not capable of being aimed on a whim. this technique often requires him to have a firm footing, and focus.

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[COLONEL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i1153.photobucket.com/albums/p511/_stedman_0u/background.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] For them to perceive the advantage of defeating, All war is based on deception.
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i1153.photobucket.com/albums/p511/_stedman_0u/background.png');] words -- six six nine. tags -- pirates. notes -- enemies. credit to grey of ote	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i1153.photobucket.com/albums/p511/_stedman_0u/background.png');] Oh how pirates loved to be smartasses, made this young admiral smirk every single time. Their lack for authority figures was problematic and a flaw in their programming but Barbarossa, himself was one who isn't about authority. But the difference, was nothing. "Funny but I don't answer to him. Never have, never will but let's focus on who you answer to. And that is the Government." The admiral toyed with the Yonkou's answer and turned it back on him. Before him was his nodachi, resting as the eyes of the masked marine stared at three victims who no doubt would chose to do this the hard way and of course, Barbarossa wouldn't have it any way. Raising his eyebrow in responds to the man with the scars, having nothing to says. Personality, Barbarossa believed the scarred man was just bitching cause of the scars were made by some marines. Eh, that a problem within itself. What strike the admiral odd was the man dressed as an ninja. The ninja reminded silent, even in with his presents was gifted by the sight of an admiral. This was kinda disturbing. Guess aside from the Yonkou, ninja man needed to be monitored during the fight. Admiral Barbarossa laughed as the Yonkou ordered him to sit but to amuse the pirate, the marine did just that with his hand resting under his chin. Immediately afterwards, the pirate began displaying his strength by creating shockwaves which had the crowd roaring and cheering. Shaking his head in disgusted, Barbarossa was surprised how easily people could be brought. Sad. When the Yonkou had finished, the marine sarcastically clapped his hands. Genbu was kind enough to invite the admiral for a fight which would be interesting none the less. Barbarossa jumped down and followed the pirate but spoke. "Your not half bad for a Yonkou. Like your style but sadly, still have to kill ya." The marine made a shrugging motion and pretend to be all that chocked up abit it. Of course, marine smirked yet again but soon frowned, preparing himself for the fight of his life. With having come face to face with the Yonkou and seeing who he truly was, Barbarossa felt he should reveal his face to the public as well. For the first time in ten years, the world would see the face of Vincent Barbarossa. The admiral removed his masked and placed it on his hip. "You take too much trash man." The marine said with confidence in his fighting abilities and charged forward with his nodachi aiming straight for the man's face.
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[Nero]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] [STYLE=padding: 10px; font-family: tahoma, verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]Surprise attacks were pretty hard to pull off with Nero. For one, he could hear most your every move so you had to be literally dead silent. Or dead. Being dead usually made you silent. Surprise attacks especially didn't work when he already knew you were there. Still, he didn't waver. He had no qualms with the Yonkou, he had simply wanted the flag to be torn down. But he was being attacked. A shame really. His movement was fluid, bending backwards so he was parallel with Cambio, lifted his feet up and caught the bloody dagger with his feet. It wasn't as if he could use his hands. He quickly slipped the guns into place, straightening himself out and taking the dagger before slipping it away like he slipped all of his weapons. Damn Ninja. Nero had better things to do then waste time playing around with the idiotic and ancient concept. He sighed and shouted, "There's no real point in hiding."[/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags In-Vah-Ite notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[Bishamon Jarret]

Whether there was a point in hiding or not, Bish was simply doing what was natural to him, and he would not change his actions just on words. Bishamon didn't know exactly what Nero was capable of, that was why he took off like he did. All he knew is he had big guns, and those would hurt if they hit. So instead, Bishamon simply stayed in the shadow behind the buildings, listening. He had hoped the man on the tiger would come after him.

So far though, that wasn't happening. Bish also wasn't responding. He wanted to remain hidden, at least for now. So silently, Bish moved up behind another building a bit ahead of of where Nero was the last time he saw him. They were close to the arena, though their way was now blocked by Genbu's doing. It was a big figure fight anyway, they would get crushed if they joined in.

[----- genbu]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN The Admiral and him had not been followed, Bishamon would be a fair adverisary against the loud pirate. They were inside the arena, they had room to fight each other without harming others. Barbaossa began his attack on the yonkou, his hand adjusting his mask, removing it from his face. The young man had not done this in more then a decade, the crowd grown silent. Admiral Barbaossa shouting to genbu that he talked too much trash, before making a direct charge straight for him. His nodachi drawn, and aimed directly for his head. The yonkou scowled at the man, with the charge the admiral life now in his hands. With his daito in his hand, the male began to build strength through the blade, both hands firmly gripping the hilt, the admiral in the linear charge directly at him. The energy in the blade built up to the point where the latent energy created noise, a chirping wistle. The technique fully charged for the strike, as the admiral made his downward swing across his face. "tensho!" his speech interupted by a loud scream from his weapon as he made a diagonal slash across the admirals body. Time did not pass for a second, a single pool of blood spreading across his lip, the admirals nodachi had split open a small cut on his head, before his Shockwave had begun. The shockwave did not discriminate, the raw energy ripping apart anything infront of it, an directly before it was the admiral. His body would begin to tear and rip, as the maximum amount of energy struck him. For five meters (15 feet) the wave would carry him. The yonkou would be suprised if there was anything left of the admiral, though he did think of the bounty hunter he had become friends with. His seastone daito aimed for the neck, likely severing the man's head from his shoulder during the strike, he would have to wait for the dust and sand to clear. TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU

[Admiral Susanoo]

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[Nero]

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[Bishamon Jarret]

It seemed the man he was going to fight just turned tail and ran. Bishamon watched him until he was well out of sight before shaking his head. What a complete waste of energy. Oh well, by now, Bish could hear the crown in the arena roaring. He would take off over the rubble, jumping from piece to piece until he was over and into an entrance. Bishamon would eventually walk in on the site of Genbu victorious, the admiral laying dead and broken on the ground. Bishamon could help but grin.

If Genbu would look his way, Bish would bow in greeting before walking toward the pair of them. His idea was to freeze the body for the Yonkou. Ya know, preserve it as a message to the marines of what happened when you mess with Behemoth. His only regret is that he was not able to see the fight.

"Well done Genbu, well done. I only wish it were my hands that defeated him"

[----- genbu]

Apr 16, 2012 10:21:59 GMT -6 ----- genbu said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #363c45;] YONKOU MALE TWENTY-TWO QUEST.

[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] YONKOU GENBU THE NINETY FIVE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLAR MAN The defeat of the young man meant one thing, that he had increased his bounty a great amount. With the loud cheering of the crowd, the yonkou turned his head to the approaching figure. The sands shifting to the new weight of Bishamon, the ninja taking a bow before him, using his icy techniques to freeze the body that he slayed, the head split apart. The yonkou smiled, knowing what Bishamon was. "a gift to my new friend." he began to move past bishamon, "tell the MARINES I said hello when you turn that in." he began to turn into darkness, "and send me my friend too if you could, I miss her." his finger pointing to his sea-stone nodachi as he turned completly into darkness, the particles begining to seperate until the young male was no longer there. [/exit] TEMPLATE FOR GENBU THE YONKOU