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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 3, 2012 13:54:02 GMT -5
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 5, 2012 8:23:14 GMT -5
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 5, 2012 8:23:46 GMT -5
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Post by Zero Stone on Apr 5, 2012 15:10:17 GMT -5
Yes one could say this male within the pub sitting in the far corner witnessing everything in the pub from his little stool. Being the man he was he would never jump in until he felt the odds were uneven and even then he wouldn't bring his hands out but anger them verbally.
Ever since this pretty boy who was most likely a marine due to the way he was and different then the ordinary yet dirty pirates within the pub. Anyone could obviously tell he wasn't a pirate and didn't belong here within the pub containing many pirates, some with pretty high bounties themselves.
The Captain Zero had been peacefully eating his meal in the corner yet one male pirate decided to ditch his female customer and start something with the pretty boy. Why bother even? People came to relax not fight, what if the man was an actually high-ranking officer of the Navy.
It would have ruined and screwed over everyone in this pub in that instant. Many had plans and ambitions and if they were to be arrested here an now, of course they would hunt down this fool. The problem arose now.
A hat over Zero's head concealing his eyes and identity, making it nearly impossible to identify him as his bounty had already reached the millions! Irritated by the foolish angered man asking the pretty boy marine questions was enough to get himself hurt.
Zero would close the space between him and the two in an instant. He would appear in between the two, the marine behind him and the foolish pirate.
Captain Zero sent a quick straight towards the chin of the foolish pirate, it came out of nowhere, who would of known that Zero would have attacked him. The sudden attack connected with the chin of the foolish pirate causing him to fall unconscious.
His lackeys in the back risen noticing there friend on the ground.
Well lets get the party on the road!
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 5, 2012 17:49:53 GMT -5
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Post by Zero Stone on Apr 6, 2012 3:03:50 GMT -5
A rookie such as Zero was prepared to fight at anytime, no matter what the situation is. To man up in the sea's, is the way to move forward. If he couldn't win against the low-class pirates, he would never last outside of East Blue.
Now many more fools began to rise from there stools, there numbers were rising yet the man behind him. Of course Zero was fond of many things in the sea including bashing in the heads of pirates who he deemed a threat.
One of them rose even higher then them all, as he stood on his stool, hopefully there ring-leader who was strong enough to match Zero's standards. Asking for Zero's name wasn't going to get them anything at this time, he was irritated and wanted to bash some heads in.
Finally, the pretty-boy behind him finally decided to enter the fray. The Flawless Captain didn't need anyone to assist him in this small dispute between these men but help was fun at times.
After moments of standing there with no reply, the ring-leader flustered, yelled before sending all the man at Zero and the man behind him. Rushing at them, a few were quite drunk and moving quite sluggishly making the job quite easier. The Blonde Captain stood and awaited them to get in his range.
Unsheathing the large nodachi on his shoulders, wielding it the reversed way due to him not wanting to actually kill anyone and striking them with the blunt edge of his nodachi, just hurt them with much pain as possible.
Finally Zero charged forward as he aimed a weak thrust towards the shoulder region enough to pierce but send the weak pirate flying back and crashing into a table which a female sat on. Luckily the male might have been happy due to the way his landing position was.
That was just one out of the other thirty man wanting to beat down the two that stood causing an out roar. Instead he wanted to see what this Marine was capable of, see if he was able to take a few out.
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 8, 2012 2:12:36 GMT -5
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Post by Zero Stone on Apr 9, 2012 10:47:00 GMT -5
Luckily his ally was skilled and was able to knock out both of the men who attacked, including the drunkard who utilized that bottle of glass as a weapon. Yet the way the man completed just a minuscule of the task at hand put Zero more at ease. Of course if this man was weaker it meant just more to hurt for him which never displeased this pirate.
Finishing the first wave of drunk angry pirates of course was done, surely more to come until they defeated every single male able of fighting within this bar. That was his goal and way, and hopefully the pretty boy behind me. I turned back to the marine with a playful grin, and brought my hand forth which held my nodachi.
"Could you hold this for me, just for a second.
[/right] Turning back in a quick fluid like motion he would turn back and clip the whip back off his belt revealing the brown yet delicately made whip just for Zero Stone, left for him by the bartender Robin. Without this he would still be in most of the situations he'd be in now. Turning quickly in a fluid like motion another wave came after them, about 10 which was 1/4 of the total amount of angered pirates. He would prove the ability he had, a natural born leader to lead him and his nakama to success. Zero charged after bringing his whip out hitting the neck with a lash of his whip which would cause the man to lose conscious due to the lack of breath of a sudden hit. Another man followed suit behind but Zero stepped in and hit with a sudden elbow to the heart of the next man which stunned him enough for a quick jab to the chin that would finish him. Leaping over the already falling body to continue his attack as he defeated the ten pirates with ease using the knowledge of the human body's anatomy and nice whiplash and pain brought with his handy whip 'Enzo' he already caused mass defeated and already upped the marine by five times what he defeated. More of a competition though.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/justify][/size]
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 10, 2012 20:00:31 GMT -5
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Post by Zero Stone on Apr 11, 2012 13:05:14 GMT -5
Well it was his turn to stand back and watch the pretty boy play his part in this small game they were playing. This time apart from it being endless game it started to bore the young Pirate Captain. Yet it was intriguing to watch the pretty boy fight against numerous drunkards without breaking a sweat. Enough was enough and it was time to end this soon.
Without a weapon, the pretty boy decided to use Fighting Prodigy's nodachi against the drunkards which was okay with him, there was no problem and anything to lower the amount of pirates to fight right now was worth it. Entertaining was one way one could describe it, but slowly beginning to irritate the blonde beast.
His expertise with the nodachi was amazing, about on equal terms with Zero himself. He would have scowled if he wasn't getting attacked by a large amount of drunkard pirates. Despite the fact that the will to pound all these men with his hands, this was becoming boring.
Once the pretty boy marine returned with the blade in hand, he quickly took it from him and charge forward towards the many brutes that stand ahead of him. This game already had chosen its winner from the beginning and he was going to prove it now. With his quick and agile movements he began rushing towards all the pirates.
Each drunkard he passed would slowly fall to the floor as they felt the pain a little too late. Many began to fall, slowly one at a time as each time he passed he would strike one down towards a vital point with enough force to knock them down, the total number of pirates down was now 12, two more then before.
What was now still fueling this young man was nothing but irritation. He stood above them many men on the ground due to the pirate and pretty boy marines efforts. There was a few left but Zero rather not take away all the fun from his ally.
"We should get going, marines might be coming."
He would take a seat in his former position in the stool in the far corner and watch the final show go down
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 11, 2012 15:53:28 GMT -5
[STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:32px; width:400px; font-weight:bolder; text-shadow:2px -2px 4px #66aabb; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height:20px; text-align:left; color:#D6002B; padding-left:20px]MARIK SWIFT[/style][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:380px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#66aabb; padding-left:20px; text-align:left; padding-top:5px;]i am the only true justice[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][STYLE=float:right; border-right:10px solid #282828; border-left:10px solid #66aabb; border-bottom:10px solid #66aabb; border-top:#282828; background-color:#282828; width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:10px][/style][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#282828; padding:10px, bTable] [STYLE=padding:10px; background-color:#eeeeee; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; border:10px solid #66aabb]After the blonde had taken down another few pirates - two more than his last amount - there was only two more left before the two should hopefully e able to relax; if no one else came and tried to start something more. Seeing the blonde return take a seat in his former position, Marik figured as much it was his turn. Only two more were left, so Marik had long lost the the unofficial between himself and the blonde, but he didn't bother too much as he believed a rivalry would some how spark from this little competition.
He was now a bit more believing that the man was not a marine by him commenting that the marine would be there soon. Still it was still only in speculation since he probably only said that because he knew that as a marine he would get into quite some trouble with the high ups for randomly beating a bar full of pirates when they hadn't done anything offensive. This factor made Marik agree with a smile since he as a marine didn't want to take the heat for the incident. People outside had probably heard the commotion on the inside and called the marines.
Putting that aside, Marik figured the spotlight was pretty much on him now since he could obviously see the blonde watching from his seat. He was not a fan of the spotlight, but he would abide with t this once he figured.
Marik turned back to his opponents sighed when the apparent boss and other man came charging at him, yelling as they did so. Marik rose his fist to his face and readied for them both. He felt a little physical so he allowed them to get into his range before he side stepped allowed the weaker one to trip over his footing. The boss sent the a left jab to Marik's face after he had side step the first, and Marik quickly used his right hand to parry the attack. The man then quickly followed with a right to which Marik quickly rose his right hand and hit the bottom of the man's arm at the elbow area. Effectively as Marik had wanted the attack halted the man's attack midway and he was stunned from the sharp pain in it, to which Marik took advantage of to deliver a swift punch to his face.
"Let's go if you don't want the marines on your tail," he said as he walked towards he door and awaited for the blonde to join him. The last two men Marik had last taken down were already rising up since Marik hand't done much to keep them down, Marik would leave them to the blonde since he didn't intend to dirty his hands anymore than it already was. Once he was done the two would finally leave the scene to the marines. Hopefully they wouldn't start investigations on it, and someone would've seen the two leaving the bar.[/style][STYLE=background-color:#282828; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#66aabb; text-align:center; padding-top:10px;]499 words with tagged, template by oxymoron of btn[/style] |
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Post by Zero Stone on Apr 15, 2012 11:09:18 GMT -5
Witnessing the marine beat the last of the drunkards was quite entertaining for the rookie as he giggled. Knocking them out turned out to become a laugh at the end but it had to end some time now. They had no time to stay around for marines to gather as it was obvious that someone may have witnessed the shenanigans this young fellow known as Zero brought along with them.
Following the pretty boy out the door might have not been the best thing if he could have known what was going to happen next. Around the whole bar was surrounded with many marines in there white uniforms, none wore capes or anything near that meaning they were nothing but low-class.
A man who seemed to be taking care of the mission pointed in the direction both Zero and the pretty-boy acquaintance that assisted him in the beatings of them. Assuming they let him free but that thinking was somehow flawed, to the marines in front of them.
"TAKE IN BOTH THE ROOKIE AND REAR-ADMIRAL IN NOW TO BE BRIEFED"
The man that stood next too him held such a rank. But now they were both going down.
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Post by MARIK SWIFT on Apr 15, 2012 13:18:54 GMT -5
[STYLE=font-family:arial; font-size:32px; width:400px; font-weight:bolder; text-shadow:2px -2px 4px #66aabb; letter-spacing:-3px; line-height:20px; text-align:left; color:#D6002B; padding-left:20px]MARIK SWIFT[/style][STYLE=background-color:#282828; width:380px; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#66aabb; padding-left:20px; text-align:left; padding-top:5px;]i am the only true justice[/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][STYLE=float:right; border-right:10px solid #282828; border-left:10px solid #66aabb; border-bottom:10px solid #66aabb; border-top:#282828; background-color:#282828; width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:10px; margin-bottom:10px; padding:10px][/style][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color:#282828; padding:10px, bTable] [STYLE=padding:10px; background-color:#eeeeee; font-size:10px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify; border:10px solid #66aabb]Marik eyes grew bold when he saw the swarm of marines that were now surrounding the bar and staring at both Marik and the blonde. They stared at Marik as some kind of criminal which made him somewhat curious - nevertheless he kept his smirk firm at his lips. Taking down pirates was his job, and while he didn't take much pleasure in doing so, he had beat the men in the bar all out of self defense. He who was originally against beating up on pirates for no reason was now accused for such; the irony.
Regardless of all that, Marik was still higher in rank status to all of the men before him, so he still could overrule his judgement for the time being. With a sigh, Marik held out his right arm to signify a halt to the swarm of marines that were still standing in place out of fear of being taking out by the two. Accusing him for forming a alliance with a pirate regardless of the fact it was for the sake of beating other pirates. Still, Marik wouldn't stand for that. Marik would then attempt to grab the blonde by both his arms and held them behind him.
Play along. I doubt you'd really want to start something with them despite the fact your quite strong, Marik whispered into the blonde's ear. "I think you misunderstand the situation," Marik said to the marines who were now a bit dumbfounded. "I was about to take this man in for what he just did in that bar. Pirates starting public fights is not tolerated last I check." Marik would then begin tugging the blonde through the crowd. When one of the marines would have asked to carry him in instead Marik would detest since he had no actual intention of turning him in.
After going back to the marine base they would likely look into the turning log to see if Marik had actually brought in the man later on, but Marik would justify himself later on. His royal status always helped him in such situations. Albeit, for now Marik would simply make his priority getting the blonde out since he personally had nothing against pirates and in fact admired them in some ways because of their objection to abide by authoritarian rules and obligations.[/style][STYLE=background-color:#282828; font-family:ms gothic; font-size:12px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#66aabb; text-align:center; padding-top:10px;]499 words with tagged, template by oxymoron of btn[/style] |
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