The perfect heist[BR:3v3]

[Franciscus Draco]

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A heavily fortified world bank lay foundation along the northern shore of Loguetown. This bank, or fortress to say the least, is surrounded by ten foot tall reinforcement walls garnishing barbed wire along the crest as a delicate touch. Thick sheets of dark blue papers were unraveled before the two, the corsair flattening the parchments on a small wooden desk. White lines blanketed the documents, forming what is formally known as blueprints. The method as to how these documents were obtained is strictly classified, and cannot be revealed, however this can be said: The World Bank had no clue what was about to hit them.

Tracing a series of white lines with his finger, Draco came to a stop. Confirming the entrance, he tapped the location several times. "There. We enter through there at precisely 0800 this morning," he mused, "the guards will be completing their surveillance route and securing the perimeter on the eastern flank of the building at this time." The two pirates' point of infiltration was located on the side parallel to that, allowing them time to cut through barb wire and enter the building through a service vent located on the roof of the first story. A thick metal drainage pipe ascended the side of this first building, making a viable entry point.

From there the burglars needed to make it past a series of cameras and motion sensors in order to reach the second floor up a flight of stairs. Upon reaching the top of the staircase, the burglars will enter a small room with a vault at the end. The vault contains a series of locks including coded entries and finger print scans. It will be a tough heist, but with a plan well in place, the pirates should emerge with a fine fill of loot. Riches beyond your dream are said to be kept within the world bank of loguetown.

Rising from his seat, Draco would look to his accomplice, giving a stern nod before exiting the small shack. It was a discrete construct, located in the boonies of Logutown's rural countryside. Moving through fields of fruit, their movements were masked by the tall masses of greenery that lined the carefully plotted earth. The dragon's alabaster anorak flapped frivolously behind him, his purple undershirt buttoned to the collar and tucked into dark black slacks. His concealed weaponry served great utility, it allowed for easier entry, as well as an ace up the hole in the case of an attack.

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[style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #31363a; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]Could you make it shallow, So that I can feel the rain[/style][style=background-color: #31363a; width: 450px; font-family: Courier New; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-top: 30px; ][/style][style=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 9px;]freestyle (c) miles @ on the edge.[/style]

[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

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The world ran on one thing anymore; money. Everyone carved it, be they of the "honorable" marines, "scumbag" pirates, "greedy" bounty hunters, or "naive" civilians. Anymore, it seemed like everyone in the whole entire world, inhabited by countless living things and filled with billions upon billions of undiscovered wonders, had their mind set on collecting and hoarding money. If one really thought about it, money was a fickle concept. The paper and the small amounts of precious metals and ores were actually pretty low in value, or at least represented a vague concept. What did a single berri represent? A bushel of rice, like it did in Nagataka's homeland? Maybe a few thousand bills would equal a human life, like at the Sabaody Archipelago in the first half of the Grand Line? It was ridiculous, that people cared so much for something so...meaningless. Something they made to be so great, elevated to such an existence that just didn't need to be there. It kind of pissed him off, that Nagataka had to rely on something that he didn't understand so much, and yet hated at the same time. It was ridiculous.

He stood with his partner, a young man his age he'd known, well, most his life. Draco was raised alongside him as a bodyguard, even though Nagataka hardly needed one with his own training. You could call him a...just in case? But, his skills were immaculate, probably as strong as Naga's himself, not counting the Devil Fruit the samurai had consumed and gained the curse, or perhaps blessing, of the sea gods from. Though the two were close, they hadn't seen each other since Naga had defiantly fled his home. Apparently, Draco followed closely after Naga's, as his parents had ordered. Yet, once away, he followed his own agenda. And the samurai felt nothing bad about it. He had done the same. And now, the two were together, plotting the infiltration of a massive frotress of a bank. This...this would be fun. He smirked silent to himself, rising and responding to his partner's nod with one of his own, the grin still plastered across his mug. He wrapped his favorite black cloak tight around himself, and exited the shack into a light rain under the pale crescent moon. It was kind of poetic. He drew up his hood, and turned his head slightly in the direction of his partner.

"Let's do this."

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[Franciscus Draco]

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[style=font-family: arial; color: #31363a; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase;]could you make it shallow[/style]
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Their rendezvous was just a short trek away from the World Bank. Forged near the coast of Logutown, the small shed opened into a treeline edging the beach flats. A white veil of fog crept in along the seaboard, extending arms as though to wrap the men in it's clutches. The thick mist only burdened their vision, allowing a sight of up to five meters with limited detail past that. Draco took lead formation, lowering his frame as he ambled forth in silence. Showing an ambiguous facade, the corsair guided his constituents along a narrow cliff edge rivaling a stretch of sharp rocks below. Their actions were precise, and he made sure of it. He couldn't allow them to fool around, any error in their plan could be fatal. Neither the infantry nor the defenses of treasury were known, as the firm refused to affiliate itself with the likes of Loguetown. More so, it scowled at the thought of being under behemoth's rule, a foolish decision. But to live through it meant they had some level of reinforcement, whether it be from the world government or an independent agency, it was unclear.

To an extent, the corsair despised the existence of currency. To think that such an disloyal parchment housed so much value was despicable. So many lives lay waste to the greedy exploits of men in their quest to carry more money than their hands could ever fit. Money is a fickle matter. More than a woman could ever be for the life of her, even if her purpose was for money itself. It wasn't men that made wars, it was the unquenchable lust for boundless amounts of riches. Strength and skill were no longer a factor in survival, survival of the fittest kicked out the door, and your life depended on your ability to produce an ample salary. The despicably wealthy recipients bred, and created a never ending cycle of cretins. It was truly a sad subject, but to steal from the rich, at least it robbed them of what wasn't rightfully theirs.

Soon, these aristocrats would be at a loss, which meant more money in Draco's pocket. A thought that left him grinning as he so gracefully bound over the ten foot reinforcement wall. Digits dove beneath his white coat, revealing a trench knife; a silver streak severed the spiraling barbed wire, and a fruitful entry was made plausible. A glance down at his watch revealed the time to be 0805, five minutes later than anticipated, but the guards still circled on the opposite side of the building. Floating from his stone perch down to the lush gardens of the world bank, Draco bolted towards the building itself. A camera pivoted on it's hinges at the top right of the building, and was severed by a thrown trench knife just before turning to them. The spool at his hip quickly whipped the armament back into the grips of the use, and with his hands freed once more he proceeded to climb the large drainage pipe up onto the roof of the nearest building. He stopped in his tracks, looking back to the progress of his comrades before prying the vent's lid. Down he slid, silent as a mouse.

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[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

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They came upon the castle, or that's at least how it looked to the prince. It was sad, such a powerful fortress, with such great and numerous defenses was built to guard only paper. It was sad, but, he couldn't do anything but, unfortunately, be a part of this system. But instead of following it mindlessly like the great multitude was forced to, he took great care in abusing and manipulating the system, and sitting it to his big-bang, wealthy bureaucratic "rulers". Pssh. As if he, or his land, would ever bend to the rule of pompous fools such as the World Government's constituents. Wano was a proud, free nation. They were in no man's pockets, and would never be.

He watched Draco's move with a sort of calculated interest. The man had leapt over the great wall, sprinted, ended the life of a camera, and sliding within a vent into the bowel's of the facility. Nagataka would follow in his own fashion. His body became electricity¹, dissolving into a little static cloud. It followed the same path Draco made, albeit at a faster pace and unobstructed by obstacles. He appeared on no cameras and was detected by no systems, and appeared at the vent. He too entered silently, sparing a moment to look back at his final companion.

¹▌ NAME: Goro Goro no Mi (Rumble-Rumble Fruit), Level II.
▌ MAJORS: ----.
▌ MINORS: ----.
▌ DESCRIPTION: The Goro Goro no Mi allows it's cursed user to become and control the element of electricity. Their bodies may transform into lightning, as well as gain control of the volatile element. Reaction time is greatly increased now, as well as natural speed, thanks to the extra “juice” and pure energy their body has. The user now a lot closer to instinctively transforming into lightning to react to situations. The user may transform into lightning, as well as stun or shock enemies with the transformation. Stuns last a post. Lightning is now much more of a natural part of the user, something they've gotten used to and gained considerable skill over. It's manipulation and control, as well as range of the control,has increased. Natural lightning and electricity as well heals the agent of the thunder god at a greater rate.
▌ BERRIES: 100M.

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[LICH T. NOIR]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] LICH T. NOIR THE MERCHANT OF DEATH With his new sword strapped across his back and in his usual attire Lich strolled along behind his fellow crew mates, hands in pockets. As they made their way along the designated route to where ever the fuck the little shits had decided to take him Lich wondered why exactly he was there. The two had made such a complicated and elaborate plan to steal some fucking green paper. The supernova thought the rookies were over thinking it, were it him and Javier they would have just walked right through the front door... but alas that currently wasn't a possibility.. As the two nimbly blitzed past the security cameras Lich thought he might as well indulged the pirate fledglings and avoid the traps and censors as well. Waiting for the right moment he jolted forward in a complete sprint, using his momentum to run up the side of one wall and out of the view of the cameras to clear the distance. The spider hooks installed in his shoes providing the extra traction he would need to run the distance. Landing as softer than one would expect for a crazed cyborg killing machine he looked at his companions with a clear expression of boredom. It was time to get on with this little heist.

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<sup>Spider Hooks ■ A set of three very small hooks on the bottom front of each shoe designed to provide traction while running or jumping and capable of retracting within the shoe.

Looting at Dangerous Threat | 50,000,000 BERRI</sup>

[NARUKAMI NAGATAKA]

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[atrb=style, width: 350px;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] Lich had decided to join the pair, even indulging them by taking the same stealthy approach they were. Nagataka didn't actually feel the explicit need to be stealthy, no. But it was something that was kinda fun, especially with a partner. Moving around stealthily, taking out the cameras and such. It was a great time. But no more screwing around. He dropped from the grate and immediately made his way to the inner sanctum of the prison, where the money was stored. The cloth sack he carried was soon full to the brim with cash, cash all three of them could enjoy. After getting the money, he simply began to exit the area.[/style]

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[LICH T. NOIR]

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[atrb=width,300][atrb=style,padding:10px;] LICH T. NOIR THE MERCHANT OF DEATH As his crew mates secured the money and made their escape Lich followed. The operation had gone seamlessly smooth without any interruption but it was fucking boring to him. He had really wanted to try out his new sword. Regardless he made his escape and would collect his share later.

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^{Looting at Dangerous Threat | 50,000,000 BERRI}

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