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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on Apr 27, 2012 16:34:26 GMT -6
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LEFT FOR DEAD, these MARINES had been apart of a covert ops on the island of Thriller Bark. They were sent to study the increase in the undead, the strange occurrences and to simply study the surroundings of the location. Though even with their weaponry, they had been caught off guard and wounded. Noah had directed his MARINES into the fortress, securing a single room for them to regroup. The ten man unit was in bad shape, even with Noah leadership the men were loosing hope. Though this didn't mean Noah was not doing his best to heal his comrades. Taking a bite out of his MARINE jacket and using the torn cloth to stop the bleeding on one of the injured men. This was the least the male could do for them. "forgive me my friends, I got us trapped here." he told them honestly, he would not place the blame on anyone but himself.
Though he was far from being defeat by these zombies, and creatures on the island. Taking a last sweep across his fellow squad mates he took a flare gun from the center of the room. "I am going to get us help." he told them, trying to inspire faith in his leadership again. The men smirking, it was a fools errand, but watching their Commander do this did bring warmth to their hearts. What he wanted to say, was he was the only one he'd let leave this room, he would not risk another life on his account. Arming himself to the teeth before exiting the room. Giving a last head check to his soldiers, before a salute to his unit. "i'm coming back for everyone." he announced proudly, opening the barred door and charging out. Immediately greeted by a crowd of undead servants. Noah smirked, "you wont lay a hand on them." extending his claw like gauntlet, the digits extending with the razor sharp fingers. Charging the creatures with his hand extended out, tearing through the flesh and bone of the undead with ease.
Their corpses hitting the ground in a matter of seconds. Moving quickly through Thriller Bark, carving his path to the open section of the island. The crowds of undead growing in size as he made himself more exposed to the creatures. This would be his only shot, removing the flare gun from his belt, Noah lifted it up with both hands and pulled the trigger. A scarlet flare shooting straight into the sky, shinning like a bright star for anyone to see from miles around. MARINES, and fortunetelly zombies alike. The male was now completely surrounded by the beasts. "I wont abondaon my friends." he announced to the dull audience, bracing himself for the combat ahead. Killing the immediate crow around him with a swipe of his gauntlet, though he was only man, his stamina could only last so long. Noah could only pray that someone nearby could have seen it and come for him and his unit. "IMPACT!" he shouted smashing his gauntlet into the ground, a shock wave erupting from it and knocking back the massive crowd, taking the moment to retreat back, perhaps there were more survivors nearby as well that had seen it.
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on Apr 27, 2012 23:01:46 GMT -6
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The dark sky. Tonight it was a deep cloaked color of purple. The misty haze spread throughout the area and carried the moans and groans of what Arthuria could only guess were the undead. Thriller bark was full of the things. Some had retained some cognitive qualities, but most couldn't even be called human anymore. Not only that, they seemed to have a problem with marines, which is what put the group of marines in the predicament that they were in now.
A scarlet flare lit up the sky, revealing the position of the marine group that needed back up. Luckily, Arthuria brought a group of marines with her when she left the ship, worried about the group that left earlier. It seemed that her bad feeling had been proven right. They needed help, and they needed it fast.
The young captain charged in the direction of the flare. If any of them died because she had not run fast enough, it would be her failure. The group drew into vision just as a crowd of these undead things were blasted back by a lone marine man. He had white hair and some sort of gauntlet on his arm. Quite a feat he just pulled after all.
But there was no time to admire his move. Her group charged into battle, hitting the zombies from the side and dealing great damage right off the bat. Arthuria herself waded into battle, drawing her sword and cutting down a creature. Normally, she would regret killing a living thing, but these things weren't really living, now were they? After dispatching a couple more and ordering the group to continue advancing and pushing the zombies back, the captain went to check on the status of the group taking cover.
"Is everyone ok? How many are injured?" She said quickly, trying to get a good idea of the situation by darting hey eyes over everyone.
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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on Apr 28, 2012 14:35:36 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] JAR OF HEARTS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS, COLLECTING YOUR[/style]
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on Apr 29, 2012 10:35:13 GMT -6
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[style=font-size: 22px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: -1px;]Arthuria Zenith[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]AGE: 19[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; margin-left: 10;]FEMALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; font-family: calibri; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]WORDS: Enough ~[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10;]TAGS: Aaron [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]NOTES: Allen! [/style] | [atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #61b9f8;][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#726963;] Zombies. Why'd it have to be zombies? [/style]
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When she showed up where the young man was, she had expected a quick answer, and the group could get the hell out of there. After all, she couldn't remember a time when thriller bark didn't have zombies. And people had been coming here to kill them for a long long time. Their numbers had to be ridiculous to survive the purge from some of these powerful marines and pirates. But instead of getting a full answer, the boy started talking, then suddenly ran and put his arms around her.
Arthuria's face turned bright red, and she started to sputter something about this not being the right time to be grateful, but somewhere in that time span she became aware that he had saved her from some sneaky little zombie that she hadn't heart coming. A failure on her part during the middle of the battle. This was unacceptable. Being saved by those she came to save.
Not only that, it appeared that this man had a devil fruit ability. And quite the effective one. It could heal allies and burn enemies to ash. Only one fruit she had ever heard of could manage that. And it was rarer than any of the Logia even. Meeting the Phoenix man here was quite the situation. One that couldn't be thought about too much. After all, everyone was still in danger. Her embarrassment was forgotten for the time being, though she would remember later, as the girl broke the contact.
"You go ahead and go back to them and get them ready to move. I will help my men hold these things off until you are ready." Then she ducked under his arm and proceeded to run back into the fray, a few undead arms falling in different directions as she moved... danced really through them with deadly grace.
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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on Apr 29, 2012 21:08:42 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] JAR OF HEARTS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS, COLLECTING YOUR[/style]
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I will help my men hold these things off until you are ready." " Damnit, don't go getting yourself killed." he ordered her with a whisper, a prayer of sorts. She returned to the fray, buying him time to protect and return his unit. He wanted to thank her, but he would save it for later. Returning to the passageway into the fortress, the boy could not be defeated, swinging now with even more ambition and strength. The creatures torn in half with each strike, Noah quickly reached the room he had began from. Knocking the door down to find the gaze of his unit all on him, many of them cursing and rejoicing at his appearance. They were ready, the ten MARINES following right behind him as they made their way back to the outside, Noah directing them to follow the MARINES that had arrived with Arthuria. " Take the main vessel, leave us a lifeboat, we will cover your retreat." the command directed to his and her units. Their loyalty for their commanding officers kept them a second longer, but they would listen to him, retreating towards the edge of Thriller Bark were they gathered and began boarding the small vessel that they had brought to Thriller Bark. The woman had cut down the creatures advances for this long, she had an incredible stamina and control over her body. Not many could withstand the abuse of speed and power together, not that he was one to speak. Noah quickly sprinting to Arthuria to stand behind her, covering her back with his gauntlet prepared to assist her. He took a moment to study her, she didn't appear harmed or injured. Closing his eyes, he expelled a deep breathe. " your safe." the words under his breath as he found courage to speak again, " we only have to buy them a minute." he told her, as he swung across the crowd closing in, their bodies hit the ground with azure flames. The next sixty seconds would pass, it felt like an eternity for Noah, with this many lives at risk. A young MARINE shouting their rank and names, this woman was a captain, she had earned it, one physical rank above himself being a commander. Though knowing her name was a good start to talking to her, Arthuria Zenith. Though when the marine announced his name, he held his head both hands. Embarrassed about his middle name, his mother was the only person who called him by Allen. Though it meant they could leave this nightmare of an island, not the best location for a first date, or meeting. Though without the supportive fire of their units the undead horde had grown in size, they were compeltly consumed by the creatures, his gauntlet and her sword keeping a small radius clear. This was the first time he was going to attempt going hybrid after using this much energy. Normally he could control it easily, however he was often not under this much stress and injury, even his gauntlet had been scratched by the teeth of these monsters. " stay close to me." he told her, this time he was ordering her, instead of the other way around. Instantly, as he willed the power of the phoenix surrounded him. The sky blue heat spread from his arm across his back and to his other arm, before expanding to the ground and above his shoulders. The feathers of the phoenix spread across their feet, the blaze growing from the devil fruit. In another instant he lifted his arms as the wings spread, the cloak of the legendary bird mimicking his actions. Noah learning to control it as he moved his fingers, the feathers curling to their movements. Taking a deep breathe, he expected a well deserved slap at the end of this mission. Turning around the face the back of Arthuria, embracing her with both his arms, his hands meeting at the center of her neck. Thankful for his height he stood over her, and could rest his head on the plume of raven strands. His eyes closed, he felt the devil fruit copy his action, the wings spread over their heads and down in-front of them, the cloak acting much like a mother protecting her young with the wings spread in front of bird's nest. Taking one step after another, " you're my eyes." he let the woman guide them to the lifeboat their unit had left for them. His whole heart concentrating on boosting the defense of the wings. The zombies striking it and turning to ash from the violent heat. The mastery of his devil fruit was poor, he could feel with each strike his defense weakening. [/style] |
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on May 1, 2012 14:29:13 GMT -6
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To Noah, his seconds probably passed rather fast. After all, he had to run and grab his people and get them out. But for Ria, the time passed very slowly. She was weaving between enemies fractions of seconds before their arms could grab her, cutting these zombies down and making a path for her own men to retreat. Her orders were firm, and none of her men questioned them. Though the captain did note that some of them wanted to keep fighting against these things. Some of their friends had been wounded probably.
As the last of the men filed out through an opening, the zombies started to cluster and close in a pincer around the retreating file. It was then that noah returned, placing his phoenix fire around her again. His back erupted into flame as he placed his arms around her again, holding the zombies off with heat and force. Both marines made their way to the boat left for them and managed to push off and make it away from the seemingly never-ending horde.
In around a minute, the two had saved both sets of subordinates as well as escaped more or less unscathed. Quite the feat, even if the opponents were close to mindless beasts. As the island faded into the distance, Arthuria was finally able to pause and take a deep sigh of relief. It felt good, and that was stating it humbly.
The woman sheathed her sword, hand still exhibiting the slight tremble of adrenaline from the battle. She then sat down quietly to await their return to the ship. She wasn't one for attention, and the man sitting with her had already put his hands around her twice. Embarrassing. And he had saved her. Another disappointment.
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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on May 2, 2012 3:38:20 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] JAR OF HEARTS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS, COLLECTING YOUR[/style]
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on May 2, 2012 14:01:54 GMT -6
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The two marines sat quietly for the first little part of the journey. Arthuria noticed that Noah shot some glances at her, but then they were all alone on a boat, what else would he have to look at other than the ocean. Even though she felt the little awkward air between them, she was far to shy to start a conversation herself. It seemed quite illogical considering they had shared quite a few life and death moments not half an hour ago, and she had spoken to him during that time. But out here in the normalcy that engulfed their boat now... it seemed all the more difficult.
Luckily, the man didn't seem to have the same reservations as he commented on something that Arthuria cared for, her necklace. "It was a gift from my mother. To keep me safe." She smiled, rolling the silver trinket in her fingertips. It had rested around her neck through every battle she had ever been in. It comforted her through even the most dire situations. It felt more a part of her body than a sword. And she considered that a limb. Perhaps the necklace could be considered another heart.
The man then went on to thank her. Supposedly for saving him. Though that had been just as much her troops as her own body. To that she stayed quiet for a moment, unsure as to how to respond. He had even used the shorthand for her name. Normally only those that were very close to her used that. It didn't feel all that unnatural though, so she let it pass.
"We can just call it even since you stopped that surprise attack." Truth be told, his phoenix flames were quite the useful ability, not to mention beautiful. Perhaps one day, she would be graced with a powerful Devil Fruit ability. One that would let her save those in need and become a shining beacon of compassion and justice.
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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on May 3, 2012 3:17:32 GMT -6
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #746d6d;] JAR OF HEARTS[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;] RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS, COLLECTING YOUR[/style]
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[style= height: 1550px; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;] The melody of rain drops and the ocean waves began to lull Noah's awareness. Arthuria was not one to openly express herself, as her own eyes rarely met with his curious stare. It would take his own intervention, to open her heart and learn more about her. He imagined that Arthuria was a shy MARINE that kept words locked away in her heart. An open tome compared to the Arthuria, Noah would take a little time and few direct questions to open up, perhaps the reason he often gets emotional over his work was due to these feelings. Never thinking of himself better then anyone else, trying to learn their perspective. Though Noah had learned alot now about Arthuria, like how she operated in combat, the experience had brought them to a vertical line between staying alive and dying. Noah's self doubt has brought him to this line before in his life time, but he had never shared it with someone he wanted to protect by emotionally. However he had to ask questions if he wanted to learn about the Captain. Simple questions would suffice for now, as they had only meet tonight. When she discovered he had been starring at her necklace, she smiled at him. Explaining to him that it brought her good luck, her mother blessing it with her best wishes and to keep safe and out of danger. If his own parents were still alive when he was a growing up he would likely have received such a trinket. Noah had nothing of emotional value, other then the friends and family he made along his career as a MARINE. He kept his mothers last name, and middle name she gave him, and his fathers first name. these were the only keepsakes that his parents had left for him to inherit. " you truly love her don't you." A silly question, even though some kids hated their parents. He felt that Arthuria loved her mother and would go the end of the world to keep her necklace safe from harm. Though her display of warmth had cured him of his weak stamina, even the ocean spray would not break Noah smile.  The young MARINE reached behind his neck to remove the chain that held the single dog tag. Wrapping each of his fingers around the smooth course metal, his phoenix abilities began to spark and activate. The igniting sparks began to heat the metal tags, creating a design on the back of the dog tag. Noah opened his palm to expose the silver wing symbol that she wore now on the back of the simple object. The young man leaned over to her and put the tag in her lap, a simple smile across his face. " a gift from Noah, to protect you and keep you safe." he told her, as her well-being was his concern now. He may not have been her commanding officer, but he was a partner in crime with her from now on. With the short hand of MARINES to combat the pirates nowadays, with their rising numbers they had every active MARINE working day and night. Finally having heard himself thank her for her effort, he saw her expression on his pronunciation name, she didn't appear upset about using the short-hand variation. Arthuria had one last statement for Commander Noah, telling him that they were 'even' for their bravery on Thriller Bark. While Noah had displayed the use of his devil fruit twice to protect her, she protected her unit and his while they made a retreat. The time she spent defending them must have felt like hours compared to the seconds it took him to return back inside the building to retreat to the boat. In his honest opinion she had saved more lives then he had, " if you think so." he wanted to argue his belief, but he knew it would do no good, he had protected her and her unit, and it was all that really mattered. With his Devil Fruit abilities once under his control again, the young man knew this would be the time to signal the marine fleet. However he couldn't use a phoenix flare from sitting down, manevuring slowly across a seat and standing ontop of the small boat front end. Heat building from the end of his left index finger. Pointing his left hand into the air, with his other hand holding onto his wrist. The position matching a marksmen taking a shot, when a massive wave of heat shot from his finger, a plume of bright azure flames shot into the air, hundreds of feat the flames ascended before burning out.  The shot would let anyone in the Western Blue see the MARINES sailing away in distress from Thriller Bark. Though Noah had made a single mistake, the only reason he was standing was from the morale increase thanks to Arthuria love for her mother and necklace. When the shot was fired the young male had taken a trip back from the front of life-boat falling onto the lap of the young Arthuria. With an arm swung over the edge of the boat, the young male had come in contact with the ocean, and instantly been sapped of all his strength and energy. Noah had lucky that he had not split his head open on the wooden seat. Though he managed to pin himself between a seat, with his head looking up from her lap. Noah would have quickly attempted to move, instead however he began to hum. His voice began weak at first, but began to build gently, ignoring the rest of the world, he increased the ryhmn and sang for Arthuria. An audience of one for his first attempt to sing infront of someone else. While they got rescued, it was time they stopped be MARINES and started being humans. [/style] |
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on May 3, 2012 15:22:41 GMT -6
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[style=font-size: 22px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: -1px;]Arthuria Zenith[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]AGE: 19[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; margin-left: 10;]FEMALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; font-family: calibri; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]WORDS: Enough ~[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10;]TAGS: Aaron [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]NOTES: Foreshadowing ~ [/style] | [atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #61b9f8;][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#726963;] Zombies. Why'd it have to be zombies? [/style]
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He could tell the admiration and close relationship Arthuria and her mother had. Sad it couldn't be the same with her father. He went on some expedition to the far far north. He never came back. It was assumed that he was dead. Shame that she never got to know her father, but the good that came from it was the deep relationship she developed with her mother. Still, she didn't like to speak more about her feelings, so she let his note stay in the air.
The captain couldn't really get to the core of his next action. He took the tag around his neck and inscribed a symbol not unlike the one she already wore around her neck into it before giving it to her. A nice gift, but they hadn't really known each other that long and she had already pronounced them even. Oh well. She might as well keep it. The good intent the man felt giving it to her shouldn't be wasted. So she accepted it into her hands, admiring the likeness to her own. When she was done looking over it, she clipped it onto the side of her skirt and relaxed back in the boat.
Before long, the man shot a flare in the air to alert the nearby ships to pick them up. He also started humming quietly, a catchy tune. The girl just sat and listened, enjoying the bit of relaxation after a strenuous time.
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Post by NOAH ALLEN MANA on May 3, 2012 22:14:53 GMT -6
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Post by ARTHURIA ZENITH on May 5, 2012 15:22:24 GMT -6
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[style=font-size: 22px; font-family: calibri; letter-spacing: -1px;]Arthuria Zenith[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]AGE: 19[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; margin-left: 10;]FEMALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; font-family: calibri; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]WORDS: Enough ~[/style][style=font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10;]TAGS: Aaron [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #61b9f8; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; margin-left: 10; background-color: #3F3F3F; color: #61b9f8; display: block; width: 250px;]NOTES: [Exit] [/style] | [atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #61b9f8;][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#726963;] Zombies. Why'd it have to be zombies? [/style]
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The song was quite attractive for just humming. And before long, Arthuria was tempted to join in, but she was embarrassed to sing, even in front of just the one person sitting with her now. Which was ironic, because she had quite the nice voice if she ever felt the occasion to use it. This time, she wouldn't overcome that sense of self-degradation, and thus she stayed quiet and just listened until the marines arrived to save the day.
Maneuvering their way on the boat wasn't so difficult, just a rope ladder or two, and they were safely aboard the ship. In the future, Arthuria would remember to avoid visiting Thriller Bark unless absolutely necessary. Still, their reception was quite nice, both crews were happy to see the saviors that had come swooping in and let them get away. Marines were notorious for their grateful parties after all.
But Noah was not meant to stay, as there was a message that he needed to leave immediately. He said a couple of heartfelt words, and the woman responded a little vaguely. But the hint of amusement tinted her voice. "I'm sure we will. Try not to get into any more of these situations." Then she walked over and greeted her crew, who insisted on getting her a drink.
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