What is Fear? [open]

[Franciscus Draco]

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[atrb=border,0,true] what is fear? The steel clad vagabond tread faithlessly down a cobblestone street, setting a standard pace as he edged forth through a maze of large buildings and condominiums. The exhausting summer heat filled the air, only amplified by the radiant sun arching high overhead. The dragon adjusted his collar, bringing the violet hued brim over the foremost of his face, concealing his identity and his gaze—which focused intently on his surroundings. Somber pools gathered the details of the perimeter, creating a long list of mental notes with each step forth. High rooftops ran parallel to him, encasing the corsair along an alleyway which ran through the center of the clearing. The long stretch of buildings was a twenty meter distance from the boy on either side. He was quick to make note of the utmost silence, and the lack of cover in this alley. Back doors to businesses lined the streets, but still the walls were bare to trash cans or any other unappealing images. It was disgusting how clean it had been kept, an obsessive personality likely garnered to the cleanliness of this back scene. From what he had seen thus far he was alone, and if he were soon to be accompanied, the presence of another couldn't escape his keen eyes. A long white jacket fell from the corsair's shoulders, violet interior, a series of belts and miscellaneous pockets ornamented the anorak. Trench knives sunk into leather holsters on each rib, a spool attached to the hips beneath. Concealed currently by his jacket and the dark gray of loose slacks, the weapons were accessible through the unbuttoned opening in his coat. Draco wasn't ignorant of the recently claimed territory, nor the group claiming the crown. Being that he was just a rookie by pirates' terms, it was unlikely that he had anything to worry about. But the disturbing atmosphere, and recent events led him to believe otherwise. His country unveiled few warriors from its perimeters, but those that left had infamously swept the blues, leaving a trail of bodies in their wake. Two names stuck out the most, and each had been the evildoer of mass murder and pillage, it was only the dragon who kept to secrecy. His covert actions masked by the shadows through which he operated, only an accomplishment capable of being done by a man of high intellect.

[JAVIER SANTANA]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid 363636; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid 363636; border-bottom: 6px solid 363636;]Javier yawned, gazing around the alleyway in a slightly confused manner. Why was he here again? He couldn't quite seem to recall what his Captain had ordered, and all he was primarily worried about as of now was finding his bitch. After a few moments, she walked out of the building he had just come from. "I go to the bathroom and you try to bail out on me?" She crossed her arms, angered. Then he remembered. He needed to start paying more attention. He had come with Genbu to do whatever, and met this girl, and come to find out, she had a dick, and he bailed. So he wasn't looking for her, he was running from her. As he thought on this, she moved before him, her emerald eyes glaring at him intimidatingly. "Move bitch, get out the way." He pushed her to the side and walked back out onto the cobblestone street. Genbu never had fun stories like he did. Damn Captain was way to serious. Looking over to Draco, he raised an eyebrow. "What you looking at?" If he was actually looking at Javier or not was another matter. He was in a cocky mood. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag Thread is assumed to be DE. ▪ words who cares? ▪ notes listen all this takes a lot of getting used to, and you do get used to it--after a while[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[----- genbu]

An ebony cowl spread a thin lip of shadow across the forehead of the yonkou. Pools of azure seperating possiblity & imagination. The vagabond that had sought sanctuary within Lougetown, would not find this security. The yonkou had watched him infiltrate his kingdom. With the world being draped in shadow from the rising sun. It would only be time before the world was consumed by his darkness. Genbu descended from the heavens down to the mortal world of lougetown to meet Draco."Vagabond, you step on holy ground."

Taking a leap of faith from the gallows, genbu descended straight to the earth below, his boots igniting in ebony, flames spreading across his attire. The yonkou submerged in a sea of fire, though the moment his body would impact the street, he vanished. Swallowed completly by impure darkness, Genbu had ceased to exsist. Curiousity about his new guest ignorance required his intervention. Though his arrival would be interupted by his first mate. Javier had spent his liesure with women. The 'brother' of his had spilt out onto the streets with his affair and interupted Draco.

Though a lick of darkness spread from the chest of his first mate. The nightmare of the darkness spreading like a disease across his partner, a body began to seperate from the darkness. The pixelation of his materialization completed, as the male now stood before the Vagabond Draco. Inspecting the male of his worth, the pressure of his strength was impressive. Though this man was standing before two man that could take down a single marine fleet each. Genbu did not turn his head, but he did answer Javier's question. "the fourth seat of behemoth."

[Yonkou Suzaku]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left][/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef] Loguetown. At first glance, one could mistake it to be one of the ordinary law-abiding places within the grip of the wretched World Government. However, Xerxes knew that this town didn’t actually have a marine in sight because it was recently conquered by some hot-shot crew named Behemoth or whatever. As much as he would have loved to say that it wasn’t his problem… it kind of was. Given the elusiveness of the crew –and especially their Yonkou captain- he had absolutely nothing to go on in regards to their behaviour. He didn’t know whether or not they’d be hostile to other pirates visiting their territory, so it was better to be safe than sorry and scout out the place himself before letting any one of his precious people step on it. That was why he was currently wandering around the roof tops of Loguetown, dressed in a plain and non-descript brown cloak while he had his two falcons looked over the area from higher up in the skies. Granted, he knew that it certainly wasn’t the best way if he wanted to go completely unnoticed, but he was much more formidable in higher places than he was on the ground. The sky was his territory, his home, and he’d be damned if he lost while he was on his own turf. As he jumped to another roof top, a strange sight suddenly caught his eye. It was figure falling to the ground… covered in black tongues of fire? Curiosity piqued, the new pirate watched as the figure vanished into thin air as it hit ground, as if it had just been a trick of the light. However, he knew better than to believe that his eyes were being fooled by the summer heat’s haze. ”What was that?” He muttered to himself out loud as he stared at the place where the figure used to be. An ominous chill crept up his spine as he frowned thoughtfully. ”A mystery? How… curious.” Staring at the patch of ground wasn’t going to get him answers though, so he turned around continued onwards to the next roof top. If it were really important, then it would show itself again, so he didn’t need to chase after it. It didn’t take long before he heard something of interest right after he jumped on a particularly low roof. "the fourth seat of behemoth." At the word Behemoth, Xerxes couldn’t help but turn towards the source of the voice with wide eyes. Could that voice be talking about the Behemoth that supposedly ruled Loguetown? Well, there was only one way to find out - - eavesdrop! Now this is going to be quite… interesting~ The Birkan pirate thought to himself as he settled himself into a crouching position, his golden eyes focused and attentive on the situation below with the three strong-looking humans. His claws, hidden by the humongous sleeves of his plan brown cloak, were poised to react just in case they found him and decided that he was a nice target. Let’s see what you know about Behemoth, humans…. [/style]

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[Franciscus Draco]

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Engrossed. Not by the supernova who thought to cast a threatening remark in the corsair's path, but by the dark figure which emerged from the shadows of this man's frame. Standing before him in flesh and bones, was the infamous pirate responsible for a plethora of crimes ranging from premeditated murder to full on heists. His name was near the top of the government's hit list, proving a substantial threat to the well being of the royal families and even the stability of our world government, which was so deeply rooted within the the confines of the earth. Genbu, the Black Tortoise. More shocking than his presence, was the words that fled his mouth. "The fourth seat of behemoth."

The implications were surreal. Draco head flooded with a million thoughts, he was quite overwhelmed, but he remained calm and collected. Crimson orbs fell over the lithe frames of these behemoth soldiers, addressing them with utmost analysis. Were they to come for a fight, he stood no chance to the power of the yami yami no mi. A powerful fruit, displaying its prowess in the moments precedent to his arrival. It was as though the yonkou had vanished from his descent, traveling through a dimension of shadows before reemerging into the daylight. At last the dragon's gaze met that of the tortoise, and he stared attentively into the eyes of an immortal. 'The fouth seat...How could he have gauged by abilities so thoroughly?' To say the least, the vagabond was perplexed at the resources of the pirate. Apparently he had underestimated him in his research.

"I would," the corsair began, "be honored to serve alongside you." Tucking his right arm into his abdomen, the left extended, coming together in one movement for a slight bow.

His lowered head had been out of respect. Not only for the presence of such a powerful being, but for the offer for which he had been given. The corners of thin rose lips curled upwards, and the assassin cocked his head to the side. His eyes shifted upwards, and gestured towards the man on the rooftops. Their onlookers presence hadn't gone unnoticed, however, draco had allowed it to be ignored until this moment due to more pressing matters. "You're treading on treacherous waters, my friend," announced the marauder, crossing both arms over his stomach. The sun was angled appropriately overhead, granting the perfect scenario to carry-out a simple scheme. Draco stood still, observing the actions of his acquaintances as well as the man who clung to poorly tiled rooftops. If he weren't careful, he could fall on a loose shingle, plummeting twenty meters to a cobblestone walkway.

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[JAVIER SANTANA]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid 363636; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid 363636; border-bottom: 6px solid 363636;]His cobalt eyes surveyed the man once more as Genbu descended onto the street- an over dramatic entrance that he had an amazing talent for. He didn't much care for it, but in all honesty Genbu was the only reason he had made it this far and become this strong. His Yonkou Captain had many talents, one of them being the ability to find the ones with potential, and turn them into gods. Removing his hand from the pommel of his Tsurugi, the First Mate crossed his arms and simply maintained a deadpan expression as his captain explained exactly who Draco was. "Fourth seat of Behemoth." He muttered the words under his breath, saying the words to simply make them real. If Genbu saw potential, then Javier would follow. He trusted the man after all. Shifting his footing slightly, he reach his hand back around his head and scratched slightly. He didn't respond immediately to the humbled response which leaked from Draco's lips and into the first mates ears; he found only distaste for the humbled attitude. How was the guy supposed to act though? Their crew consisted of Gods, and were the strongest crew yet, with Supernova two fold and Yonkou leading. Taking a moment to think before speaking, something he rarely did, he immediately gave respect to the new member of their crew. Respect was earned, not given- and by being recognized by Behemoth, he had earned it. Looking up to the man as Draco did, Javier immediately returned to his attention to Draco. The man seemed harmless enough, and while Javier tended to be a blood thirsty swordsman with a lack of morality, as of late he had been developing restraint. He saw Loguetown as a paradise for Pirates, and a deathtrap for Marines. As long as the guy wasn't a Marine or causing trouble, he had no problem with him. "Javier Santana." He nodded, introducing himself. He knew when business started, he had to change his demeanor. "You got any spark of insanity in that cranium of yours?" An odd question, perhaps, but Behemoth consisted largely of insane people. Between Javier and Lich, the lack of sanity was near tremendous. [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag behemoth. ▪ words who cares? ▪ notesguess i'll put effort into my post.[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[----- genbu]

The vagabond staggered from the propistion made by the yonkou. Genbu, The Black Turtoise, his infamy supported by his bounty of three billion beli. A single word from the omnipotent political figure would begin a world war between the self proclaimed deity & pirate king and the MARINES. Beneath the darkness of his cowl, his azure pools caught sight of their new guest. The Scarlet crusder eavesdropping onto their conversation, his golden eyes piercing from the rooftops. The Skypiean was in his domain, it would be best if he watched his every action. Genbu quietly moved his hands beneath his attire, his hand brazening the hilt of his high grade weapon. Though he returned his stare back to the Corsair Draco, the man had offered his services to Behemoth. Taking a bow before his captain, an honor it would be for him to serve the Black Tortoise. Under the leadership of the Yonkou, the male would have Behemoth's protection. Each member of his crew were Supernova's that deserved the title.

The corsair would have direct access to the Lougetown market, and anything that Genbu possessed. The yonkou offering his gifts to his 'children'. The Wano guest turned his attention to the Skypeian. Introducing that it was rude to eavesdrop on them, while his first mate had neglected to acknowledge the rogue pirate atop the building. Introducing himself to Draco, a simple question following. Intellect was not Javier major, the world was safer for it. The man was a savvy charismatic swordsmen who had obtained the legacy of haki, combining his swordplay with the control of his will. The man was nearly a demi-god, while his partner Lich T. Noir similar in nature was completely different. A single model A.I. that was on the scale of Pacifista. Though Genbu brought his attention to their guest once again.

Time stopped for the world around them, as the yonkou displayed a gauge of his true strength, the reality around them began to dim. The ground became completely consumed in darkness, the void beginning to absorb everything into the cloud of the dark matter. The substance bubbled around them, as if they had been submerged into a sea of darkness. They were now in genbu's sphere of influence, the void could be controlled by him in any way he desired. The pressure simply from the technique, would be felt by his new vagabond and first mate. The gravity pushing down on them, bringing their physical actions to a crawl. The Black Tortoise phased into his darkness, and appeared once again behind the Skypeian. The man had drawn his weapon, several meters behind the male in the darkness, this was his world. "tell me why I do not kill you where you stand.".

* Genbu used Erase.

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[Yonkou Suzaku]

[style=font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -25px; color: #000000]SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left][/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef] Of all the things to walk into, Xerxes honestly never expected it to be right into a recruitment pitch being fielded by Behemoth. If anything, this just proved his initial hypothesis to be spot-on. At least now he was sure that he had made the right decision in leaving James behind to check this out by himself. Who knows what his friend would have done when faced with the crew that ruled Loguetown? "You're treading on treacherous waters, my friend," So they finally noticed me. Not that I was really trying to hide. The Birkan thought in amusement as he simply smiled and waved unashamedly at the two humans that were looking at him. There was no need to a grouch after all, even if he didn’t feel the need to answer them verbally. However, the smile quickly slipped from his face when he saw a chillingly-familiar sight - - darkness pouring out from the man who had attracted his attention with his words and earlier actions. He had just enough time to stand up and place himself in a more combat-ready position that looked deceptively idle before the light was taken in front of his very eyes, shrouding the area with darkness. Well… so much for his supposed aerial advantage. "tell me why I do not kill you where you stand.". The sight thief asked him just meters away from behind, forcing him to suppress his instinctual reaction to cut or jump. Instead, he put on his best show-face and turned deliberately, resisting the urge to grimace at the enormous weight bearing down on his bones and instead bearing it with a confident smirk. He refused to show fear to anyone, even if he suspected that this was the infamous Yonkou Genbu. Raising an eyebrow, Xerxes responded. ”Simple. You get nothing out of killing me. I’m just some harmless roof-hopping straggler who likes eavesdropping.” ”It’s not like I can actually harm the god of Loguetown, right Mr. Genbu?” He added idly, doing his best to look non-threatening but be ready to fight or flee if negotiations fail. [/style]

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NOTES: Short and sweet.[/style]
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[Franciscus Draco]

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Surmising to the benefits of joining their ranks, a smirk consummated upon rose lips. Boundless resources were available to the corsair. Not only through a physical amount, but the notoriety that bolstered their existence. Wearing the title 'behemoth' was as though to be crowned in a foreign land: although you were respected for your rank, you still had to draw homage, attained only through alacrity and skill. A lack of progression was a result of standing by idly; mediocrity the downfall of self. Lethargic nature exiled from his agenda, ascension to godliness were the heart of his ambition.

He was neither surprised or reluctant to hear the respectful greeting, even coming from the mouth of a supernova. Behemoth was well known for showing compassion among their own, and considered equity an essential basis for operations. "Franciscus Draco," he declared, shifting his gaze to his new leader. Creeping back into the darkness from whence he came, Genbu revitalized along the rooftops, where their onlooker stood baffled at the occurrence. Following suit, the dragon barreled towards the wall, leaving an alabaster trail in his wake. Ebony shot forth from beneath his cloak, piercing the brick surface and creating a foothold for which the corsair capered from. Manifesting along the eastern flank of their stalker, he stood steady at a distance of five meters, enshrouded by a plethora of crawling white cloth.

The blade which so adequately bore the stone wall beneath, tore loose from it's solid grip and whipped back into the marauder's clutched. The blurred flight of his talons were difficult to weird, and the object nearly unidentifiable at the speeds it moved. Even more disturbing was the method by which it returned to him, it was as though the blade itself floated through the air—albeit with the grace of a swan. His eyes narrowed, wrinkled around the edges and a furrow formed at the edge of his brows. The man may have had a point: he was harmless... for now. It was impossible to foresee the path laid for his future, or how the situation could turn on them if they chose to let him go. A coward is pride-less, but a brave man a fool. It might be to behemoth's benefit to irradiate the insect where he stood. Leaked information was more threatening than the strength of his form.

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[JAVIER SANTANA]

[atrb=border,0,bTable]god's not gonna help you, son.[style=float:right; width: 100px: height: 100px; border: 5px solid 363636; margin: 0 0 1 12; ][/style][/style][style=width: 400px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10 0; margin: 0 0 4 0; text-align: justify; border-top: 6px solid 363636; border-bottom: 6px solid 363636;]Javier watched as Genbu took lead of the situation, and he simply replaced his hand on the pommel of his blade. Leaning back against the wall of a nearby building, he looked around, keeping watch on their surrounding area. There was pretty much nothing to do, so he lit up cigarette. /exit [/style][style=width: 400px;font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]tag behemoth. ▪ words who cares? ▪ notesguess i'll put effort into my post.[/style][style=opacity:0.7; font-size: 9px; text-align: center;]made by katya of pre & btn[/style]

[----- genbu]

Instantly the darkness that spread from the yonkou, coating the male in a permanent layer of shadow and darkness. His daito made of seastone was heavily clothed, with his own pair of gauntlets to hold the weapon without weakening himself. The Skypeian had been released from his hold, however he was far from retreating to safety. The weapon held with a single hand towards the male was lowered, and sheathed back into its holster. "your life belongs to me boy." Genbu stated, his eyes closed, the man did not need to see to react to anything this male could do to him. Genbu had not recruited Xerxes as he had Draco, but now the male was apart of the Behemoth family, he would be affiliated to the crew by association, and could receive the blessing of the god.

Perhaps the yonkou had inaccuracy gauged the Navigator, as the male had moved through his darkness, and used his weapon through the heavy gravity of his technique. Not many could perform techniques in this darkness, a rare occurrence, genbu had smirked. Excited by the newly announced Navigator's strength, the yonkou would later have to test his exact worth, perhaps in the Valkyn Arena when they had time, however for now time was of the essence and the male had to complete as much as he could. Though he could not spend any more time in this location, even his home town of Lougetown. "there is going to be a massive power struggle Draco." genbu addressing his new crew mate once more. "follow Lich's order until I return." the man stated, signaling Javier to follow him into the darkness and leave, they were about to start a coupe de grace. "we will meet again." he waved to them, vanishing into the sun-rising, leaving the Navigator and the Skypeian captain behind.

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[Yonkou Suzaku]

[style=font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 36px; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: -25px; color: #000000]SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][style=width:175px; border: 3px solid #000000; height: 450px; float: left][/style] [style=float: right; width: 293px; color: #efefef; background-color: #000000; height: 30px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 24px; margin-left: -2px; text-align: center; padding-top: 10px]who am i to disagree?[/style][style=float: right; width: 272px; color: #000000; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: -0.5px; font-family: helvetica; padding: 10px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: justify; border-left: 3px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px; height: 391px; overflow: auto; background-color: #efefef] Say what?! My life does not belong to anybody, human scum! Golden irises burned with indignation upon the yonkou’s bold declaration. Whatever good mood he had been in was gone upon those words. How dare he even insinuate that he was anyone’s property? He was his own person, free to do anything he wanted anywhere and anytime he wished. It was this belief that initially spurred him on to leave his home in the skies and become a pirate. However, while he was undoubtedly courageous, he wasn’t stupid enough to blurt out his admittedly defiant and racist comment to someone who really could kill him with a single strike. Besides, he certainly couldn’t deny the truth of the statement, especially given how helpless he was if he had to resort to bluffing his way out of this mess. Thus, he only allowed himself to level a venomous glare at the departing yonkou… or at least where he thought the overly arrogant and hostile man was. It was really hard to glare at someone you couldn’t really see. One day, you’ll get what’s coming to you, you bastard…. The birkan thought to himself as he felt the excruciating weight on his bones lighten up and vanish entirely along with the darkness. Hopefully by me. Xerxes spent a few more moments staring at the spot where the man had previously been, his golden eyes still brimming with rage while his jaw was stiff and tense from the sheer effort of keeping his tongue in check and the rest of his face neutral. When he was finally unable to take it anymore, he released a long and weary breath before taking out his pipe. ”I need a joint.” The white and red haired captain muttered to himself as he took out some herbs, stuffed them into his pipe, and jumped away from the roof top he was on and headed to another one. ”This is too much bull for one day. Where’s the fun?” Putting the pipe into his mouth, Xerxes then took out his lighter and lit his pipe. Once that was done, he began inhaling the strange blend of herbs that always helped him calm his nerves and puffing out rings of smoke. ”Ah… that’s better.” He grinned and went on his merry way, blatantly ignoring the newest recruit of Behemoth in the process. However, inside he was still very much bothered by the implications of the yonkou’s statement… and he would be for a long time to come. And for good reason. [EXIT] [/style]

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