The Escaped Prisoner [Franko/Closed]

[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;]It was a stench you became accustomed to, the smell of oil and rust. On this Island, Technology dominated the lives of it's people. The highest grades of Metal could be found here, used in production for the best technology on the Grandline. Nero had set his eyes on this Island, deciding that he would capture it. Perhaps not now but he would eventually. Without connections to the MARINES, this area had become a lot more valuable. He was a Cyborg now and regular maintenance was a must. But there was also a hidden underground life within Karakuri Island. Much like Valkyn Arena, Karakuri Island was a testing ground for technology, a euphemism for saying that Shit Happened. Nero was standing in the center of a large Arena. Or was it a Colosseum? Either way, the place was very high tech, a stark contrast to the Concrete floor beneath his feet and the Concrete walls separating the fighters from the Audience. Wearing his normal attire, his hands were hidden behind the coat across his shoulders. He was feeling energetic today. He had no idea who his opponent would be but he certainly hoped it would be someone interesting. [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags Cah-Lowes-Ed notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

Floating calm and quietly into port was a large white Marine vessel. A ship known as Ghost, a ship built much thinner than the usual Marine vessels. This ship was built for speed. Heads turned down at the docks as the beautiful vessel docked. Walking off the ship was Admiral Amaterasu. He had been told over a Den Den Mushi that the escape prisoner Nero, has been spotted on Karakuri island. Leaving the docks, Franko searches for Nero. Asking around like anyone else would. It wasn't really that hard to find him. He had a unique look to him. So the young man stood out a bit more than the people of this island.

Though he may have received the wrong directions a couple of times. Because not everyone can remember the exact direction they saw him walk. He stopped at a colosseum? Or what looks like a high tech one. Who knows how a place like this works. The fights at this sort of colosseum are probably robot battles. Just one big pile of nerdy battles with lasers and crap. He bit his cigar a little, making it move up and down for a few seconds. Stopping he rubs the back of his neck. "ehh what the hell." He said, giving this place a chance for a look around. He didn't even think that Nero would even be here. But it turns out he was there and standing in the middle of the colosseum.

Franko's eyes widened as he saw the lad. What were the chances he'd find this guy. Seriously, he thought this would have been harder. Maybe a week long hunt or whatever. But this seemed to soon in Franko's books. Maybe Nero wanted to be found. He thought about these things in his mind as he gradually came closer and closer to the lad. Though not to close, just incase this punk is hostile. He doesn't need to be to close to the lad. "Hey kid, I didn't think I'd find you so easily." Franko smiled cheerfully at Nero. Being friendly as always, no matter who the person was.

[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;]It was amazing really. The Irony didn't escape the young lad. He had come to this Island to avoid having to deal with the Marines and yet here he was, facing a Marine. It came with the territory, he supposed. Being a Supernova, his presence wasn't easily hidden. He was a strong man who gave off a strong aura, his Infamy was only natural. Still, he didn't feel like talking in the least bit at the moment. He had come here for a battle, not a chat session. He stared at the Marine with a stolid expression, though it did lean a bit more towards Apathy. Heh. He smiled, obviously pleased with the turn out. This man would be his opponent. He would bring down the World Government. This man would be only a stepping stone on his goal. "I didn't think so either. Maybe I should start hiding better." He lifted a brow, and watched the man. Would this be an easy or difficult battle? [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags Cah-Lowes-Ed notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

Franko chuckled at Nero's comment as it was quite humorous indeed. Though if he didn't think so either than he didn't do this on purpose. Franko thought for sure that Nero let himself be found. Why else would he be in such a open area. Was he just being sloppy. Franko had no idea. It didn't matter anymore, because all that matters now. Is recapturing this guy quickly and without destroying anything. Though he may have been sloppy on keeping himself hidden from the Marines. He probably won't be sloppy in the fight thats about to happen.

Franko will have to keep a good eye on this guy. He'll have to keep on his toes and not allow this guy to get away again. Thinking about what sort of move Franko should do. He waits for Nero to do something more than looking back at him. Was this going to turn into a starring contest. Because Franko won't lose at that. Though he knew he probably will have to start the fight or maybe not. "I'm sorry but which one of us should start the match. I mean it looks like we're waiting for the other person to start?" Raising his hand slow for five seconds then woosh. He quickly takes his jacket off, throwing it in front of himself. The jacket blasting forward, towards Nero like a cannon ball. The big form of the jacket blasting forward being the only thing insight.

[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;]There was nothing sloppy about the way Nero went about doing things. Despite his brusque exterior, he was a strategic man. Despite this, there had been little he could have done. His arrival had been unannounced and very discreet. He hadn't even arrived on land with his Captain, choosing to take a small discreet ship instead. He had taken almost every possible precaution to avoid causing a commotion. All but one. He was standing in the middle of a Colosseum. Nero, The White Tiger. The fact that he was openly in public was enough to draw the attention of the Marines. But he didn't care. He'd beat them all to death if he needed to. He raised his brow, his smile gone. "You're a fast one, aren't you?" He kept his eyes focused on the man as if he could Lock On to him. It was due to this that he was able to see the man's movements as easily as he did. "But I'm..."The man threw his jacket, commencing his attack. But he was too slow. In an instant, Nero was behind the Man, though not too close. Simply close enough to be able to launch and attack or dodge if need be. "Faster." Might as well give the Crowd a show, right? [/style][STYLE=padding: 10px 30px 10px 30px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px;]words too lazy to count tags Cah-Lowes-Ed notes let's go muthafuckas[/style]
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[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

With that speed, Franko wondered if he was going to even have a chance to fight. He was definitely out classed in speed. Though does that mean he's out classed in brute strength. Franko may not of been able to move his legs fast enough to even move out of the way but that doesn't mean he doesn't have time to counter. Though whats to even counter. He would imagine an attack coming from behind himself. Turning now would be very wise, though is it really wise. The guy could be just waiting for Franko to turn around for a good jab in the face. That would give a nose bleed to Franko, or worse, his face punched inward. Killing him in a hilarious cartoon sort of way. Which if that happened, he'd like the lad to burn his body. He really wouldn't like Susanno pissing himself laughing at such a sight when his body is brought back to the base.

So Franko had a few choices on what to do in this very moment. These last few seconds of throwing something out there. Something that needs to help him at least last a while. In those seconds to react to Nero's amazing speed. Franko plunged his elbow backwards towards Nero, well hopefully. He doesn't really have the time to look behind him, does he? He feircely thrusted that big muscular elbow back that it could either hurt him a hell of a lot, miss him, or just give him quite the charlie horse to where ever the elbow will hit.

ooc: DX gah its so short.

[Nero]

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[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

Fighting Nero seemed so very feudal. What was even the point of fighting this supernova. Franko obviously was out matched completely. This battle was a big waste of time. Franko as his arm was was forced into a snapping motion. Wondered if he was sent here as a joke. To just get his ass handed to himself. Though in this case its his arm. This guy might as well rip the arm off. For the pain Franko was feeling was quite the painful brake. This brake caused by Franko's strength being used against him and nullifying the impact of his elbow into Nero's palm.

Oh the piercing pain that shot threw his arm. It felt like a constant tasering to the nerves in his arm. Which obviously didn't feel like rainbows and unicorns. Pain is pain and this obviously hurt. It would hurt anyone, no matter who they are. Franko didn't scream or weep. No, he wouldn't allow anyone to hear anything like that. He'd just take it all in and fight threw the pain. Even if he held in the pain. It wouldn't matter. He's still not able to move fast enough to even continue. The broken arm has already slowed him down. Nero might as well knock him out and leave. What else was there to do.

ooc: can't do shit now. the end d:

[Nero]

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[ADMIRAL AMATERASU]

Frankos arm was broken, his mind was being flooded with disorientation. He couldn't focus any longer. It is true that he is no match for this man. Coming alone may have been a mistake. For now Franko could be in the hands of a pirate. Weather the man before him decided to capture him or not. Something needed to be decided. Though Franko wouldn't know of the answer until he woke up. Nero had gripped Franko's neck and pressed to fingers down on it. Making him lose consciousness. Collapsing to the ground, what was next was up to Nero. It would seem that Nero had left Franko where he lays. Sooner or later, Franko's men would send out a search party. To find where there Admiral has been for the many hours that have gone by. He had taken to long to return. So off they went to retrieve there admiral.

Thee freakin end!