Tsch. Banks. [3v3]

[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;]Nero crouched atop a perch, biting down into an apple. He was waiting for someone, someone who wasn't expecting him. His little meeting with Fausto had led him to the other Fausto, Dmitri. Nikon had sent Nero towards the man's way in case he needed some help, which was interesting all on its own. Nero wouldn't have usually taken the help but he respected Nikon and so he had taken the man on his lead, heading off to Micqueot. With Cambio hidden, he looked around him, taking another bite of his apple. He didn't even have a guarantee that he would find Dmitri. The man had been a bodyguard last time he had heard of the name, an interesting contrast between the two brothers. But still, Nero went with his gut and waited for the man to walk by. He was gong to rob a Bank today. His first one really. And well, it was always better to be safe then sorry.[/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags Oh-Pah-En notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] The man known as Nero was not the only one on the wall. Sitting just off to his left was the self-proclaimed future queen of cooking Catherine West. She was eating a sandwich whilst she waited her sword resting next to her. They had been waiting for quite a while and to be honest she didn't know why. She'd been asked to help with a bank job nothing more and nothing less. She looked over at Nero who was munching an apple and asked him quietly. "When do we get started? I'm getting bored." It was true she was getting bored. She wanted to get this done, raise her bounty, get some cash , and then get out of here. She had her own goals to complete, but she needed cash to do them. She yawned. Waiting was truly boring. "Or at least tell me why we are waiting." she added. Waiting for no real reason bugged her even more then just waiting around and waiting without knowing what that reason was bugged her more then anything. It was only polite to tell your partner what was happening.

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[DMITRI FAUSTO]

Looking deep into the hour glass known as the reflection of his beer. Dmitri thinks about all that has happened to him in the past year. Wondering what he is to do now that he's lost his purpose in life. He would never kill himself, though its not like he hasn't thought about it. It's easy to kill but is it really that easy to kill ones self. Something like suicide would be pathetic. Something that Dmitri isn't about to do. He's not some emo sitting in a corner, sulking over his tea or what ever a emo drinks. He's drinking alcohol for christ sake. Downing alcohol as if its a juice box being sucked dry. The alcohol dripped down the corners of his lips. The alcohol was over flowing a bit which is why it drips down the corners of his lips. This pint of beer was his fifth-teenth beer today.

His cheeks turned a light pink as he began to smile at the bar tenders boobs. Not really meaning to look at them at first. Staring at her boobs long enough to have the guts to touch her chest. In one quick movement his hand shot forward touching her chest threw her skimpy bar tender shirt. "Yuuknow you shouldn't weeear such skimpy clothes miss." He laughed as if he was short of breath from laughing hard. "But it dun'in matteeer haha, teerrr, now that I'm toochin em. There firm and nice which makes me want to-" Before he may finish that sentence his head was slammed into the counter top. With the following words in a rough old grough voice. "Get your filthy paws off her you damn dirty drunk!" The man was furious with Dmitri and probably wanted to throw Dmitri out on his ass. "Isssh, ishpff pff, shee chour ife?" Dmitri said while literatly pouring beer on the counter toward his mouth while the man kept his head pinned to the counter. Sipping the beer, not really caring about this old grump. "NO, she's my daughter you half wit." The man shook his head in disgust.

"Goooodgg tham shepffs miiine." Dmitri paused for a moment. The man tilted his head a little. Wondering if Dmitri past out from all that he's drunken. "Bleeeeh..." He spewed the many beers across the counter from his drunken mouth. Scrunching his eyes as he spewed. "WHAT, DID YOU JUST, puke and claim my daughter at the same time!" An angry old man had heard and witnessed a unforgetable thing. This man known as Dmitri was pinned by his head and he goes and pukes while claiming some random chick he's never going to remember when he's sober. Of course Dmitri has all the luck in the world right now. The old fart let go of his head. The man was so disgusted by Dmitri he made a stupid mistake. Which was apart of Dmitri's plan to escape the mans grasp. Though thats what he'll say if he's questioned later about why he puked. He actually had no control over the puke. Of course as soon as Dmitri stood straight he decked the old man. The girl obviously screaming in horror and the crowed in the bar just continued with what they were doing.

Dmitri stood up and walked himself out of the bar while saying on last vulgar thing. "Hump you later babe." He burst out into a hysterical laughter over his words. To think he'd come all the way back just for that skimpy hoe. Maybe he would actually do it if he really felt like it. But thats if he actually remembers her. As he walked out to the front of the bar. Not having a single problem with walking at all. oh how he's messed up personality wise when he's drunk. This bastards motor skills are perfectly fine when he's drunk. His eyes squinted at the bright light known as sun light which he felt like the he was staring directly at the sun. Its why he raised his hand, placing it over his brow. Shading his eyes from the bright sunlight. He took a good long look around. Thinking about finding a barrel of water to drown the beer in his stomach.

[JULIUS LYNN KHAYAL]

High Noon struck the first second of the hour, the sun high above the Fleet-Admirals head. The young man typically did not invest time in the Northern Blue, as it is government is heavily monarchy and the grand-line request his attention. Though with the strings of robberies spreading like wildfire around these regions the man had been called from Marineford to stop these thieves. Though he wasn't a solo war hero, this man had come prepared. Reinstating his retired rifle and daito from his throne in the New World. Though this wasn't important, this would be the first STING on the pirates that dared to oppose MARINE order in the open blues. With a small device stored on top the tile the admiral laid across, the man lowered a headset onto his lime hair. Turning the device on, before speaking into the microphone. Both operatives that choose to join him on this mission had been given these receiver implants to put into their ears.

Julius began recon with his weapon of choice, scanning across the scenery of the bank. The man was about 50 meters from the building, his weapon fully loaded with its ten round magazine, with more then several strapped to his chest for a quick reload rate. The admiral had not caught attention to anything threatening save a single civilan stumbling drunk across the northern city streets. Though the movement of a female up onto a perch caught his attention, the sparkling of her weapon in the bright sun a dead give away of her location. Julius smiled happily, as he moved the rifle over slightly, spotting another target crouching on the perch. Julius spoke his first words to his team mates, "active tangos, romeo and juliet, five clicks north." his voice abruptly ending. Not wasting another breath updating his team, the coordinates given were directly to the perch they were on.

The Fleet Admiral had chosen the clock-tower in the North of the city as his nest. As it provided a perfect view of the entire city, from any given direction when he knelt, or got on both legs. With the sun above his head the male was in their blind spot. With bricks stacked slightly around popular choke points the male could fire his rifle without giving away his location. With the support of his silencer and a choke to remove muzzle flash the man was an elite assassin. Likely the only sound these criminals would hear would be the thud of the round against their body, as they hit the stone streets. Julius made one last report, "tango, victor, non-hostile, four clicks north." the drunken citizen coming towards the two targets would be acknowledge by his partners over the radio. Julius directing his full attention on his prey.

With a dark film spread across the lens of the scope, it would create no shimmer for these pirates to catch onto, and with the sun at his back, they would be lucky to even be able to look away and still see. The first round was manually chambered in by Julius, a declaration of their sealed fate. The male aimed over the female for a second, her name was Catherine West, the unique sheath and armory of weapons on her back. The women had recently become a Super Nova, her reputation spoke for itself, in possession of the Quake Devil Fruit made her a serious rampant threat. Moving over to the male, he identified him as Nero another pirate possessing a devil fruit. Both of them were a threat to the MARINES however, he brought the weapon back over Catherine. This women needed to be captured, the drunk could be picked up, and the other pirate as well. Taking a slow breath, he steadied his near concrete aim on the women's chest region. Julius saw nearby laundry gently swaying from the breeze, accounting for any negative factors that ruin his shot.

With his aim dead on his target, he gripped the trigger with his index finger. Pulling the sensitive mechanism, the round being shot instantly from the end of the barrel. With a silencer the sound released from his distance sounded nothing more then the breeze, the bullet of seastone piercing through the air, with a choke removing any muzzle flare to be seen, not that the sun would block it out for him. With minor camouflage and his rifle, these pirates were good as dead, the male aiming the scope slight to the right of Cathrine's chest to her middle right shoulder, taking another shot, seconds within the last. His objective was to disable this women, without her limbs functioning her quake quake fruit would be useless. His voice repeating quietly over the microphone, "alpha on tango juliet. bravo & delta rendezvous on point, Romeo."

[Admiral Kamui]

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[ZURO]

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[Nero]

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[Crummonster]

I'm not gonna give a lot of explanation for this.

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Okay, Nero, this is the only problem. Your using Intelligence as a major, when it is in fact your minor. Even then, your overpowering a major significantly.

Romeo and Juliet are common names. Tango is usually military, Clicks is really a distance of measurement. For someone to decipher that so quickly, they would need to have a major in intelligence, yours is only a minor.

Damn again. He hadn't heard the origin of the voice which meant that the voice wasn't anywhere near close. If the voice could see that far ahead then he must have been up high, it was the only real explanation.

based on your sonar abilities, you can hear up to 15 meters clearly, we will use this principle for your own hearing since your hyper senstive, while most people can hear various ranges of sounds and mutiple levels, this is a low volume convo into a small ear piece, in a crowded area, even then I think hearing it is a bit too 'lucky'.

Once again, your clear hearing is fifteen meters, it would only give you an idea on its direction, such as north, south, west, east, etc. Pinpointing his location from the shot would be impossible due to distance, bullet drop, and you only having 15 meters of hearing the first shot, meaning you only have 15 meters of bullet path to trace, and it would be slightly different due to any wind speed and the fact that he has a Silencer, which changes the sound of the bullet as well as hides the flash- changing the sound of the bullet also changes the way it shoots, and most bullets are shot cold through a silencer, disturbing the trajectory anyway.

None of that really matters though, because the bottom line is that your post is still active and will be going through- only that the time frame you listed is really messed up.

Add time for the mistakes you made about intelligence being a major instead of a minor, and then even overpowering it, and you come to the point to where either you are hit by the first bullet (which is honestly me being nice, because the latter here is most likely), or the first bullet hits Catherine, and you use your speed burst moments later, thus the second bullet hits you.

I will be reviewing this to assure the rules are followed, and as a T1 Battle Mod. I will accept arguments through skype, not through this thread (or pm if u don't have skype, but come on, its the 21'st century). However, if you badger me about it after I state my reasoning and prove you wrong (or if I'm proven wrong on the off chance, but then why u badgering me?) I will remove you from my Skype and perma ban you from my life, as well as do something on the site, although I'm unsure of what that would be.

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[Catherine 'Kitty' West]

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[atrb=style, font family: Helvetica; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 2px double #8b4513; color: #FFFFFF; padding: 10px; opacity: 1.] Before she knew what was happening she was being pushed down behind the wall. She wasn't sure how to react until she heard the sound of bullet hit flesh followed by bullet hitting stone. Someone was shooting at them? She hadn't seen anyone nearby so that meant they were hiding. Was it another bloody sniper? She always seemed to be having issues with them. It seemed though that Nero had anticipated the shot somehow and pushed her out the way. This was good for her, but bad for him. The shot that had been aimed for her had hit him. What was also interesting was that two marines tried to attack Nero just as he pushed her. She only got a glance at them, but both were impressive in their own way. One was an old-looking marine, but he looked powerfully built and the other was a giant whom she recognised. Another bad sign. The last time he'd been around she'd nearly died several times due to evil musician bounty hunters. "Fuck this shit. Thanks for the save, but you're on your own Nero." she said as she grabbed her sword from the wall and holstered it on her back swiftly. With that she darted off at top speed heading between buildings, using them as cover. She had left him with unknown injuries, but with two marines there who were probably tough and a hidden gunner, who was possibly a sniper this mission was far too dangerous for her liking. She had too many things she wanted to do to let herself be killed or captured to help some guy, even if he had saved her. She owed him no allegiance. She'd of probably survived the shot anyway or so she assumed. So it was his fault really. Plus she was a pirate. The only people she really cared about were her crew and their allies and even then she only cared about them whilst they were useful. Nero was just a guy who had invited her on what sounded like an interesting way to make some money and a name for herself. If she'd known who was gonna be coming she'd never have agreed. Her path was random, she changed directions regularly, slowly getting further and further away. She wanted to put as much distance between them and the marines as possible as soon as possible. As she ran she realised another good reason she was running. That old man...he had to be the famous vice-admiral. A vice admiral, a giant and a mystery gunner? With only a possibly near fatally injured man as her own ally? She may not be the smartest girl in the world, but she was no fool. The odds were too heavily stacked against her. She was kinda of sad she didn't get any money for this venture, but it didn't bother her too much. "Note to self, buy a bullet proof vest." she mumbled. "Or find a way to use the gura gura to protect myself."

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Notes: Basically Luke it was a choice of you or me according to Javier and considering how much effort i've put into Catherine....I don't want to lose her. I honestly hope you survive and escape or are merely captured.

ALso, if this is ok for an exit post then it is an exit post. If not, then....i'll see what I can do. She does have a haste major so she is running very fast.
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[DMITRI FAUSTO]

Dmitri began swaying his hips a little bit to the left then the right. With a goofy grin on his face. His eyes grew wide as people seemed to pop out of places attacking two other people. Hell there was a giant in the area. Dmitri was beginning to think he was dreaming this crap. He wondered if he passed out in the bar. Though it didn't really seem so. He could feel the breeze as it blew threw the street. The sky's are blue which in his dreams there suppose to be white with black clouds and a red sun. So this had to be real. Rubbing the back of his neck, he begins to walk along the edge of the street. Staying out of the path of these people. He'd try not to fight them because he has no beef with them. Unless one of them hit him or even expected him of any wrong doing.

Walking a little closer to the middle of the road a couple of feet away from them he sees the giant in full view. His eyes still wide at the sight of it being here. It was so strange and so large. He hadn't really seen a giant since he was very young. Looking down a bit he stared at an old man that had launched an attack on the two shortly after the giant attacked the two and that bullet. The hell did that thing come from. He looked around up at the buildings tops or at the windows of buildings. He didn't really see anything. All he could tell was it came from a direction that was higher off the ground. Which meant the sniper was on top a building. A building that could be far from here but not to far. Maybe a few buildings down. It depends on the scope on the snipers gun.

Placing both his hands on each of his weapons. A katana and a boe knife he liked to be prepared for any attacks in a situation like this. Though its not like he's mentally well for a random attack on him. He looked around the area seeing a few barrels. He wonders over to see if they had water in them. Looking down into one he reaches on hand. The hand that was resting on the hilt of his katana. Scooping up some water. Sniffing it before drinking it because he isn't stupid enough to just drink it first. It could have been anything. But of course he was right. It is indeed a barrel full of water. Though it was rain water so it could be a little dirty from the barrel. Seconds after staring at it he dunks his head into the barrel. Drinking the water, he was trying to get sober enough to not act like a drunk.

Pulling his head out, gasping for air. He lets out a large belch like any true man could. Shaking the water off his head he feels wide awake. The water was quite cold so anyone would react that way. Seeing the girl run off he looked over at the remaining person. Tilting his head a bit. It would seem the lad was screwed. Wondering over to what looked like a bank. Near the these people he curiously stares at them as he attempts to enter the building. It really was a bad idea for him to do this. Because it may pin him with the lad that seemed to be screwed. Of course as he turn his head to the entrance of the bank. He smacks his head off the top of the door frame. Letting out a few loud curse words as it did hurt. "GAHHH... SON OF A BITCH FUCKING COCK SHITTING DOOR!!" He rubbed his forehead, calming down from the shock and surprise of knocking his head off the door. Something he's done many times. "Why do I keep forgetting how tall I am."

note: technically my guy isn't unknown civilian. he did use to be a marine. XD which obviously ya'll wouldn't know until I mention it. it was when i was making my app. There wasn't a spot to put ex-marine. hell he use to be a rear admiral. lol. I need to put up a plot page so I can mention that shit. haha

[JULIUS LYNN KHAYAL]

The young male confirmed his shot, however the target was not the one he had liked. The young male appeared to have caught wind of their conversation, as he began to look around, suspecting something out of the normal. Acting odd, till crouching down and pushing his partner, this is when his first shot fired. The bullet would miss the young Catherine, instead it would punch a hole straight through the shoulder of the young man, the bullet ripped apart his arm, blood exploding from his arm as the limb tore off, the wound growing in length as the bullet went through the young man, tearing apart his shoulder and a small portion of his chest before exiting the other side of the male. The wound would be fatal, who was he kidding, it was always a kill shot when made by his eye. Though they weren't finished, as the man hit the top of the concrete wall the women darted off from where she was pushed.

Julius began to adjust his sights, however she was using the buildings of the small town to hide from him, vanishing here and there behind buildings, the man not able to follow behind her. While they had a Giant who could tear apart the city to get her, it would be at too great of a cost. With the Northern Blue finally in favor of MARINE rule, fracturing the alligenace was not a smart idea. The dispelled pair of shells hit the floor of the clock-tower top. The young man reloaded the weapon and stood up, his shadow casting from the top edge of the tower. Putting the rifle on his back, as he tapped a finger on his ear, "confirmed kill, romeo, repeat, confirmed kill, romeo." he told his partners, the giant had moved quickly and his distracting pursuit helped lined his sight up with the cyborg he had joined the mission with. "this is what we live for isn't it." he said happily, a successful stop a single Supernova was a good start.

Though his memory traced back to the third drunken target, his memory roused by the familiarity with his face, the young man knew him from somewhere, he just couldn't put his finger on it, oh well, it wasn't important right now, their next move on the pirates and keeping them at bay was on the young man's mind. He had to protect the people from this kind of villanry, these pirates failed with their robbery, and the one that escaped would likely not forget today. Julius wanted to speak with Ryuujin about a promotion, but he needed more time and a more private location. Zuro had down well stopping them getting to the bank as well, both would receive medals for their bravery. Though Nero had things the military would want as well, they would claim his corpse and his possession in the name of the military, beli and all.

The young man opened the door that lead down the tower and began his descent, the spiral staircase taking him quite a few moments to slide down. "do not pursue juliet, we will take her down another day." he told his group of MARINES. Opening the door to the abandoned clock-tower, his ivory cloak around his shoulder, justice proudly printed across the backside, flames rising from the cape. "meet back at base, squad one is recovering the body." he told them, as he wanted to speak to both men, they had both done quite a good job at interrupting the targets and startling them. Closing an eye, he entered a state known as eagle eye, a smirk appearing across his face. He could sense the young Catherine, tracking her silently as he left, he would remember her every feature, the next time he would not miss.

occ: beautifully done marines, love you guys.

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[Admiral Kamui]

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[DMITRI FAUSTO]

Dmitri was the luckiest of the three that planned to rob this bank. No one seemed to think that the drunk was the actual robber. The other two distracted the Marines long enough for Dmitri to enter with out a problem. And they are still distracted as they were capturing one of his partners. It was a small sacrifice. The leader of the three captured and the third getting the money. The Marines were foolish to not suspect the drunk. And there government shall pay for it. Walking threw the bank quietly he stays unsuspected. Just a normal customer, coming to withdraw. Dmitri was smart about his plan to take down the bank guards. The two stood in a perfect spot for Dmitri's katana. The the lady behind the counter would be easy to brake. Though that alarm button until the counter isn't a very nice thing. He would half to make sure that isn't set off.

Only a few feet away from the guards and the young lady. Dmitri sprints quickly toward them, zig zagging when he was with in striking distance of the two guards. A streak of silver shot past each guard and another streak of silver shot forward. Standing between the men and smiling at the lady. All three of them fall to the ground with a thud. His katana dripped with the two guards blood. There necks sliced open. Walking forward with a quick sprint and jump over the counter. He kneels down next to the woman. Grabbing the handle of his boe knife then pulling it out of the young lady's shoulder while covering her mouth from making any loud screams. He lifted her up onto her feet and dragged her to the vault. "Open it, before my blade decides to taste your blood."

Obviously the woman would do anything to live. So she opened the vault with a code. Not a single alarm went off. Very smart of her. After he threw her into the wall. Her head smacking against it hard enough to either brake her neck or just knock her out. As he entered he took off his sleeveless white jacket and placed it on a table inside. He loaded it up with as much cash as possible. Which was a big 50 million berri's. Shortly after he wrapped it all up into a sake. Swung it over his shoulder and being smart enough to look at the blue prints of the building ahead of time he walked out the back door of the building. Knowing it was there. Leaving the area, Dmitri Wins.