Spin Me Right Round Baby [o]

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ MARINE-SAMA, MARINE-SAMA, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!. Will to those around the youthful voice sounded as sweet as honey, yet to the fragile man stagger down the street it was on par with nails on a chalkboard. For days Oro had been stricken with a bizarre illness only the odd pirate could come down with which had left him stranded on this island for the time being. It was this sickness, not any personal vendetta, or hatred towards the young woman whom had been following him around since the early hours of morning. Back tracking to a few days earlier, Oro had arrived on the luxury island Illusia on a whim though he quickly regretted setting foot on its shores no more than an hour later. Heavily industrialized, it was the worst possible place for Oro to set sail to as large daunting buildings . A little too addicted to the practice of Feng Shui, when in areas such as this that were too cluttered, and disorganized blocking the natural flow of qi, Oro would start feeling physically sick like now. Weakened, and nauseated, it proved to be near impossible to stay on his feet for very long while the act of walking grew . Since arrival in Illusia, he had been staying in an obscure hotel whom only offered to take him at seeing the "MARINES" print emblazoned on the back of his jacket. The owner had a momentary strike of charity at seeing what he thought was a youngish marine crippled by illness by choosing to charge the MARINE HQ account rather than the patron himself. With such hospitality Oro was no in no way ready to ruin things by correcting them by stating he wasn't a Marine but actually the opposite. Who knew, perhaps the spirit of the Marine whose jacket was offering some sort of fortune in his time of weakness... Though only God knew why the deceased Marine would do such a thing. Thus we return to the present time where a still physically ill Oro walked down the streets well on his way to the docks where his dingy lay in wait. The only trouble was that It had already been three days since his arrival, and Oro both wanted to get rid of his debilitating compulsion-born illness. and leave before his streak of luck, and good fortune ran dry. Taking a step forward proved to be a mistake, rather falling forward than stepping as his legs went numb in fell out from under him. Acting on an unconscious level slim digits grasped within the depths of his ivory jacket pulling out the long barrels of Yawarakai-Te, and Juuchi Yosamu before jutting them into the ground as makeshift crutches. A deep breath roughly cut down through his throat, and chilled his lungs as he began walking forward relying on the faux-crutch-rifles to keep him on his feet. Behind him following the young girl still followed behind him; some stray hotel worker whom had the misfortune of being assigned to be his aid during Oro's stay. God knew he was growing weary of her constant cry of 'Marine-sama, Marine-sama' every time he fumbled with a step. For the duration of his stay she had mostly been given the cold shoulder which finally seemed to pay off as stormed off having grown frustrated from being ignored for so long. Whatever she was being paid wasnt enough to continue watching over him. Smiling faintly to himself as blue orbs watched as the young lass finally left him, Oro made the mistake of not watching were he was going as the makeshift crutches fell out from under him, and he crashed into the person in front of him. [/style]

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[FLIK PHENEX]

Illusia Town. Just one of the many stops that Flik needed to step over in his journey. The Marine, despite his rank as a Commander, had found himself without a fleet. Despite his preference over such a situation, being the one-man soldier that he was, he knew that as a Marine, he was required nonetheless to work within a fleet, as a unit. It was a necessity, and Flik refused to let it slide by him. Even with his rank, he was, of course, of no exception. Besides, a Commander could only be recognised as a Commander, if he had people under him, right? Of course, his position gifted him with clear authority over the average Marine, but he had no direct subordinates. And it was an embarrassing situation, for the proud Marine.

The fishman wandered down the streets of Illusia Town, the skin of his gills feeling rather irritated by the tainted air of the town. It was truly industrialised, and as adaptive as he was, he could not overcome the natural anatomy of his inhuman body. Fishmen lived with nature, in the water. Smoke and carbon dioxide was especially irritable to them, even more so compared to humans. To say the least, he was despising his stay here. Until he could find a good Marine ship, or perhaps even a travelling merchant, to tag along with, he was pretty much stuck here.

Unfortunately.

His full body suit made no noise as he paced across the pavement, with a composure that spoke of naught but calm and peace. He kept his gaze forward, and his head slightly lowered. Even when fishmen were considered common now in this world, the presence of one nonetheless bothered humans. The crowd before him parted like the Red Sea. And the Marine Badge that he carried proudly upon the chest of his black-gray overcoat served to aid that phenomenon.

He blinked, the two sets of eyelids closing in on his black eyes, as he made his way towards the docks, hopeful in his wait for an opportunity to continue forward through the Blue, in search of a fleet to join. However, it seemed that he was not the only Marine within the vicinity.

"Marine-sama!"

He slowed his pace, as his head finally moved around his neck, the 26-year-old glancing towards the source of the sound. And there, he saw a pair of individuals walking towards a distant direction, his fishman eyes only catching their backs. And it made it easier to spot the Marine logo upon Oro's back. He stopped in his tracks, finally, curiousity getting the better of him. Who was this? The overcoat he carried was no ordinary Marine issue. It was a high-ranking one. Perhaps a Lieutenant.

Could it be possible that there was a fleet present, having arrived during his sleep in the inn? He turned on his heels quickly, approaching the pair. It did not take long for the quick and soft-footed Marine to reach them, and as soon as he was of earshot, he allowed his slightly raspy voice to grace the air.

"Excuse me."

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ ONE WAY AROUND THIS ISLAND WOULD BE THE DEATH OF HIM. Not even this wolf in sheep's clothing so to speak knew how he managed to stay on the island for as long as he had. Looking around he visibly shuttered at how the island was set up in such a way that buildings were set directly into pathways of qi, how the wrong colors, and elements were meshed together in the architectural signature of the island's industrial theme. For such a island focusing on luxury the proper planning hadnt been put into it to promote the feng shui that's lead to luck, and good fortune. Stabilizing himself via use of the faux-crutches, the man pushed forward giving the individual he had bumped... No, the individual he had fallen into the time of day, or a apology before going on his not so merry way. This was totally unlike how the so-called pirate usually was, as the man normally carried an uncaring, nonchalant air about him not this grumpy, and uncouth. Alias this is what his unusual illness usually did to him, turning Oro from being as cool as a cucumber to as red hot, and irritable as a red pepper. The eye sore of poor architectural standards, and proper planning did more than give him a migrane but reduced him to this sick, and ill-tempered version of himself. Excuse me. With an actual marine approaching him it made the pirate second guess the will of the decease man whose jacket he wore; believing the spirit now to be baring down his wraith, instead of presenting him with good fortune. For longer than they should have been on the new coming's Marine Badge as Oro clumsily turned to face the on coming merfolk. Humorously his eyes seem to be more caught, and startled by the badge rather than the appearance of the Fishman himself. "What..." Not only was his flushed face from illness apparent, but also the feeling of fatigue that carried deep in his voice. "What is you want?". Mentally Oro attempted to fortify himself in preparation for the worst possible out come that sure was to come from this encounter. God, he hoped that this encounter wouldn't uncover him for what he was, or lead to a confrontation. No matter how strong you were, this was the least favorable for a pirate as despite not knowing the man's rank, or strength before him a scuffle with him would not be a good idea at all. For now he had to grit his teeth, and continue his little act of being among the ranks of the Marines just like this man.. er man thing before him. In his present condition Oro was in no shape at all for a fight, and in all honesty wasn't too sure how he could fair against a marine. The past action of killing a marine was a fluke that only succeeded due to blind fury rather than his own natural strength, and fighting spirit. [/style]

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[FLIK PHENEX]

And as Flik called for his attention, the 'Marine' turned to face him, and Flik's black eyes allowed itself to gaze upon his face. As said before, the fishman figured him to be a Lieutenant, or perhaps higher, due to the coat that he wore. However, despite how much Flik ransacked through his memory in the short amount of time he was given, he could not feel any sense of familiarity at all towards the man's face. He was a complete stranger. True, the Marine force was large, and there were a whole lot of Marines that Flik had yet to meet, or even hear about, but he had not seen a Marine like this man before, not in the West Blue.

Despite that, he kept his suspicions under check, as he registered the man's words into his head. The voice failed to succeed where his appearance failed as well. "What... What is you want?"

Flik blinked, the two-layered eye lids of his displaying its nature, his eyes looking more shiny and moistured after the simple act. Then, leaning onto his right leg, he would bring his right hand up, as he gently brushed it over his badge, as if displaying the object for him to see. "I am Commander Flik Phenex." He introduced himself, his voice as raspy as ever, his anatomy obviously not made for proper humanoid usage. He was, in a way, more fish than man, and he spoke as if something was blocking his throat.

"Who are you?" He inquired. Flik was never one for long conversations. He thought himself to be an efficient man, and efficiency involved the proper usage of time. Too much conversation wasted a lot of otherwise useful time. Besides, he hated conversing. He preferred to be on his own, and not need to shower his attention upon another individual. Unless, of course, it was a target he was given. Then, his whole attention was on that said man.

Long story short, he wasn't much of a talker.

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ THERE WAS NO MAKING THE BEST OUT OF A BAD SITUATION. Sick, and enraged by this island's obvious disrespect, and poor practice of Feng Shui, Oro definitely not at his A-game. Few glanced at the two in passing, curious as to what the semi odd sight of two maines; one using rifles as crutches, and one a fishman, would lead to if anything. Most continued on their way uninterested in mundane introductions, Mentally he flinched as Flik gave his name, and rank of Commander, while it wasn't the highest rank on the marine totem pole, such a ranking officer wasn't something that should be taken lightly. Oro struggled to keep his unease, and discomfort though for all he knew the other man might just pass it off as Oro's obvious ailment. As For a brief second he glanced at his own jacket as if searching if for some clue as too what rank it was suppose to signify. It wasn't as if the pirate had paid enough mind to ask the jacket's former owner what rank he had been. God knew that past incident that Oro even conciously was aware of was seeing the Marine tear up his home, and then the next moment seeing him dead on the floor. But now wasn't the time to dwindle on the past. "Lie...Lieutenant..." A sloppy salute was given as his body shook, and rattle trying to accomplish the gesture was staying on his feet via the makeshift crutches. Saluting this man felt wrong on so many levels, as would saluting any marine. Commander was a higher rank than lieutenant, right? He was suppose to show respect even if he had none for this man. "Lieutenant Oro..." Blue eyes claped shut in frustration trying to come up with a name to give Flik even if he had just given him his real name. "Lieutenant Hebi, Orochimaru..."It took him a bit but a name finally managed to roll off his tongue since of course he wasn't about to give Flik his real name, as who'd be stupid enough to do that. Even though Oro was a small time pirate with barely any threat level to his name, or any reward on his head, Oro still had wanted posters out there. The name came from meshed together names from a child's comic called Ramen, Shinobi, or Raruto, or something along those lines. Whatever it was called was not even among the top ten list of important things he should be worrying about at this moment. "What was it you wanted with me, sir?", A mix of a little frustration, and anticipation filled his usually cool voice, miffed at how he had been stopped short of leaving this island seeing how the docks were only a short distance away. [/style]

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[FLIK PHENEX]

The man seemed... Uneasy. Had he any eyebrows, he would have raised it, but alas, he did not have such a feature. His eyes did widen slightly though, giving such an illusion, as the fishman stared at the other Marine. What was going through his head, he wondered. It was obvious that the man was injured, from the way he used his weapons as crutches, though Flik himself could not spot any obvious sign that hinted just what kind of injury he suffered from. Of course, it would be the legs, but what specifically, he could not pinpoint.

And then, the man started to speak, stuttering in his reply, as if unsure of his own answer. And all Flik was asking for was his name. Was it due to fear? That Flik was a higher-ranking Marine and thus had the authority over him? That was a possible reason, yes, but Flik doubted that the reason here. He had no reason to fear Flik yet. Or at least, that was what the green-skinned Marine thought.

"Lie...Lieutenant..."

A lieutenant, huh? So, he was indeed lower-ranking in comparison to Flik. Flik nodded his head slowly, acknowledging that he had received that bit of information, wondering whether he would actually reveal his name or not.

"Lieutenant Oro... Lieutenant Hebi, Orochimaru..."

Orochimaru Hebi. Such was a name Flik had definitely not heard of before. He was not the sort to actually sit down and read such literature, so he had no idea where Oro had obtained the name from. And Flik merely nodded his head, as he finally returned the salute, though his own largely more crisp than the one he had received. Normally, he would have been bothered by such, but considering the man's condition, Flik allowed it to slide by. He lowered his hand, then.

"What was it you wanted with me, sir?"

And Flik leaned on his other foot then, his left hand reaching forward this time round to gesture towards Oro himself, as he replied. "I sought to inquire whether you belonged to a fleet or not, but now, I'm more curious as to your state. Are you well, Lieutenant?"

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ SLIM DIGITS LOOSELY HUNG AROUND THE STOCK OF THE RIFLES WHILE A SINGLE ONE FROM EACH HAND LIGHTLY TWITCHED AGAINST THE TRIGGERS. After such a fragile, and poorly practed salute, his hand had returned to its prior residence curled around the faux-rifles stock with a lone finger resting along the crock of the trigger mirroring the opposite hand. No, he wasn't itching to take aim, and pull either trigger not that it'd do much aside from possibly surprising the Commander. While Oro's one, and only desire at the moment was to slink away to the docks it that desperate of a need to resort to violence, well not yet at least. "I'm in-between being transferred between fleets, I'm currently struck here until my " He was acting, yet this was not a complete lie as he was currently stuck here though more forced to stay to the debilitation effects of his illness. Honestly Oro knew little regarding the Marines being as he usually kept to himself staying on smaller island, or just at sea being a solitary creature so hell if he knew if they truly transfer between fleets. Hell at least it sounded like a believable story to him. "Thats a long story sir, lets just say I'm under the weather, and this islands the cause.". God knows it'd take way too long to explain his true condition, and most likely Flim may not even understand it. Hell, how do you explain to someone that you got sick, and weakened when around areas that blocked, and negative the flow of a possibly imaginary energy. "Honestly, I think the sooner I get off this island the better." A forced laugh roughly pushed out of his throat trying to pass off any weakness, awkwardness, or fear that may be radiating of his figure. The last thing he needed was to look so suspicious in front of this man, but it may as well be already too late for that. With that thought he deemed it be the best opinion to try to end this conversation as possible, and get a safe distance from the the real marine. "DONT LET THAT MAN GET AWAY!!!

[/i]. A great weight pushed down upon his shoulders as soon as he heard those words echo from down the street. Oro instantly recognized it as the Inn Owner, a stubby little man who was now running towards them as fast as his plump legs could take him.

Little did Oro know that back at the Inn he had previously been staying at, when the owner tried contacting, and charging Marine HQ for his stay ran into some complications. Unlike Flik, Oro had given the Inn Owner his actually name not believing the man wouldn't charge the Marine's until after his departure.... So much for that idea. Obviously the Marine's had no one among their ranks who matched his description, or name, and it took llttle to no time for his true identity to be realized. "HE IS NOT A MARINE, STOP HIM!![/i]

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498 Words.
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Someone's luck just ran out.
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[FLIK PHENEX]

"Thats a long story sir, lets just say I'm under the weather, and this islands the cause."

So, he was a pending transfer, huh? As always, Flik made no evident expression for his reaction, the fishman simply blinking, his large pitch-black eyes staring into Oro's own gaze. Well, that was reasonable, but it was also what Flik wanted to hear, truly. If he was being transferred to another fleet, that meant that his destination was ultimately the fleet itself. And if that was the case, that Flik pretty much had his path laid out before him. He thought of following this man back to his new fleet, and perhaps try to get himself registered into such a fleet, if they welcomed him, of course. He nodded his head slowly.

The island was the cause? Well, that was understandable. With its industrial manner, the air wasn't really in its cleanliest state. Even Flik's lung anatomy was starting to get bothered by the amount of impurities that lingered in the air. He slowly nodded his head. "Honestly, I think the sooner I get off this island the better."

And once again, no vocal reply from the arine, other than a few nods of his head, and even they were rather insignificant in gesture. There was nothing much to talk about, really, and Flik rathered that everything just move on so more things could be done. Standing here and talking was simply a complete waste of time. Although he had asked the question, he now regretted it from the sheer pointlessness of the topic.

"DONT LET THAT MAN GET AWAY!!! HE IS NOT A MARINE, STOP HIM!!"

Hmm? Who was that? Flik looked past Oro, towards the incoming large man, who waved his arms frantically, catching the attention of every single individual in the vicinity. He was not a Mari-

Instincts kicked in, as Flik reached forward with his left hand, reaching for Oro's right shoulder, and at the same time, throwing his right fist into the injured man's stomach, his left foot sliding forward to add power and reach to both of his arms. Who cared if he was already injured. A criminal was a criminal, and no mercy shall be shown.

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ NOW THAT HIS COVER WAS BLOWN COULD THINGS GET EVEN WORSE?. Yes. yes it could. His jaw rattled loose, gagging, and coughing as he stumbled backwards after the well placed punch. While the punch wasn't overwhelmingly strong it was well placed able to knock the wind out without needing much force. Perhaps it would have been better to have simply avoided this man, or left the island sooner, but now he was forced to deal with this situation. "Not too chivalrous, are you? Attacking the weak like that.". His voiced wheezed out as he straightened up, stabilizing himself with his 'crutches'. Weren't the Marines suppost to be the kind, and just to protect the weak, and the sick. Apparently not. Granted he was masquerading as a Marine meaning the he wouldn't be receiving the kid gloves. "So its true, Marines really do not have honor..." Humorously Oro originally wanted to be among the ranks of Marine's being seduced by the idea of being bound by honor, and justice. Certain past events changed this. Pushing himself forward, he went on the offensive quickly rising one of his 'rifles' to strike back at Flik. Unfortunately Oro hadn't exactly paid attention to which of his 'rifles' he took aim with the wrong one. He had squeezed the trigger meaning to fire upon the other man, but... Not a sound was heard. 3..2..1..fwoop? Blue eyes widened watching the black rifle unfold into the netting of an umbrella quickly realizing his mistake, and sheepishly looking upon the Marine "Eh?!... Bang?" There was always the option of switching but most likely it'd prove to be a futile act as it'd catch him off balance, and he was in no condition to properly wield the weapon. Even if the fight had just begun Oro knew he had no chance of winning even by the slimmest chance. In a sense giving up earlier than what he should have. [/style]

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[FLIK PHENEX]

Flik remained still as the punch connected, the Fishman figuring the man too out-of-shape to truly put up a fight. Honor. Flik had honour, but only to those he deemed that deserved it. He carried respect, but only to his superiors and to the worthy. This man was a weakling who tried to create an illusion of strength and authority by wearing a Marine coat, which was probably stolen, or looted from a murdered Marine. It was pathetic, and it disgusted the Fishman. "Not too chivalrous, are you? Attacking the weak like that."

The taunts reached naught but deaf ears, as the fishman steadied himself back up onto his feet. Now that the punch had connected, Flik figured the man would realise just how well he would be capable of detaining him. That punch was both a message and a precaution. Better he strike first, then the man did, during that brief moment of confusion. Besides, this way, he need not talk, right?

"So its true, Marines really do not have honor..."

Flik merely scoffed with his distinct raspy voice, as he slowly started to pace forward, every footstep silent and steady. And then, Oro would serve to catch Flik off-guard as he raised the rifle. Flik's eyes would widen, as his knees would bend, the fishman moving as fast as he could as he stepped out with his left foot, his arms swinging towards the opposite direction. He leaned as hard as he could on his left leg, shifting his upper body towards its direction, his overcoat being flung in the air.

Reflexes, and Flik figured it fast enough to ensure that the bullet would miss his body and find the overcoat instead. However, no loud gunshot reached Flik's ears. The fishman stayed still, staying cautious this time round, expecting something to happen. And then, the umbrella appeared. Flik stared at it, blinking... Seriously? He felt offended.

Flik straightened himself, as he reached towards his right thigh, grabbing the handle of his gun, Forneus, drawing it out of its holster and pointing it towards Oro's direction. He made a few steps forward, and placed the gun against his forehead.

"You are under arrest for impersonating a Marine officer. Drop whatever weapons you have, and do not resist, or I will be forced to shoot." Brief, simple and to the point.

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ BLUE EYES STARED UNDAUNTED DOWN INTO THOSE OF THE MARINES. If the Marine was planning to fire than he should have simply done so before pushing the gun into his forehead. Oro suppossed that he wouldn't be as so lucky as for Flik's gun to also secretly be an umbrella, what with the chances of that being next to zero. You are under arrest for impersonating a Marine officer. Drop whatever weapons you have, and do not resist, or I will be forced to shoot Upon the command, Oro allowed his grip to relax on the gun shaped umbrella, yet did not relinquish his hold on the other 'rifle'. Already he could hear a slow growing applause from the civilians that now quickly crowded around them to catch a glimpse as the heroic Marine captured the villainous Imposter. His eyes rolled as they briefly scanned over the growing crowd before returning to Flik's gaze. "I'm not planning to attack with it, but if you want the other you'll have to kill me first. I need it unless you plan to carry me.". In his current condition if the other so called crutch was taken from him then Oro'd lose all footing, and fall to the ground unable to carry himself on his own power in his current condition. Of course the Marine could simply just drag him along. More than anything it was a sentimental object crafted by the one who taught Oro how to use a sword before the elderly teacher's passing; a katana blade hidden in a sheath shaped like a gun. "Its a sad day when people gather, and applause death.". This little comment was more so aimed at himself than the arresting Fishman, with faint irritation growing from the clapping crowd. This annoyance came from the fact they were waiting, and applauding for a death scene much more so than the actual arrest. [/style]

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[FLIK PHENEX]

Flik could care less about the crowd that gathered around him. He did his job not for recognition, but for self-justification. It was his life, and he could care little about the true benefits that he received. All he wanted to do, was instil order in a chaotic age, and he would work to the ends of his life to ensure that the Marines ruled as such that no other pirate, criminal or bandit may ever harm another individual again. The Marines were not perfect, yes, but they were the ones with the proper goal. And Flik worked towards that goal. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I'm not planning to attack with it, but if you want the other you'll have to kill me first. I need it unless you plan to carry me."

Flik made no reply, and instead walked around Oro, keeping the gun directed at the direction of his brain. His gun was locked and loaded, and his finger was on the trigger. Hell, if Flik sneezed, if he actually could, Oro would probably be blown all over the place now. At least, his brain will be. As soon as he was behind the man, he would reach into his overcoat, before pulling out a thin plastic wire.

"Its a sad day when people gather, and applause death."

Once again, his words fell upon deaf fish ears, as Flik called upon one of the nearby audience, who stepped forward, prompted by the authority of the man who carried the pistol. Keeping his black eyes on Oro, he reached out with his other hand, passing the wire to the man, before pointing at Oro's feet. He was not going to run, that was for sure. After the imposter was finally cuffed, in a way, Flik would place his left hand on his back.

"Move." And with that, the young Marine proceeded to bring Oro to the docks. His destination was set. Impel Down.